Future of Porn

Denise was working hard to get Stuart to come first, but her technique was not nearly as effective as Lynette’s handling of the boy. Despite this, she tried even harder, making Stuart wince in pain as she dug her fingernails into the ultra-sensitive underside of his cock.

“Ten to one he shoots his load first,” Jennifer remarked, waiting patiently for Adam’s explosion.

“Younger guys don’t usually have the control of older men,” Michelle noted, her eyes fixated on the handsome young man’s cock.

With Lynette’s adept handjob and the two girls’ teasing remarks, it didn’t take long for Adam to climax. Giving him three quick bursts and a long pull, Lynette coaxed out the first in a series of superb cumshots, all splashing neatly into the waiting receptacle. He must have still been high on the drug because Jill, Laura, and Lynette started laughing when the sticky jets continued to fly long after they normally should have ceased. Rope after rope flew out of the tiny gaping hole atop his prick, coating the inside of the beaker on every side with rivulets of white cream. In no less than several seconds the bottle was half full.

“Fuck,” Lynette said still pumping him with all her might, “you shoot out a lot of cum baby!”

Adam could not respond. All he could do was watch her strong, expert hand coax yet another long series of orgasms as his balls continued to fill up with sperm. Jill and Laura shook the beaker back and forth, watching the long streams of creamy spunk splash and ricochet off the inside of the receptacle. They seemed to take a childish delight in this, as if they were watching a cow being milked. Finally, after almost two minutes, the girls held the beaker up high for all of us to see. They shook it back and forth and laughed as the pearly cream sloshed to and fro. I watched them as they walked away toward the outer lab giggly profusely, the beaker about three quarters full of Adam’s salty, white essence.

Lynette helped the fatigued boy to his cubicle and left him there while she returned to her seat in the audience. Amazingly enough, not one drop of sperm had touched her hands.

Now it was Stuart’s turn to cum. He screamed like a wounded animal as Denise furiously fisted him, shoving the tip of his bloated cock head into the neck of the bottle just as he began to shoot his creamy effluences in short, rapid bursts.

“Get it all out baby!” Denise exclaimed as her hands traveled the full length of him, provoking him to release a flood of hot, white semen.

“No matter how many times I see it,” Rebecca said, as she watched Stuart’s cum fill the beaker, “I always get turned on when guys shoot their cream.”

“Oh, I think it’s so sexy!” Sheila agreed. “Especially when they do it themselves.”

Jennifer grunted her approval.

“You are videotaping this, aren’t you Christiana?” Michelle asked.

“Yes. I have two cameras recording the whole event from the adjoining lab.”

She looked toward the wall behind where the audience sat and noticed a glass partition behind which two video cameras were plainly visible.

“Oh, good,” she said relieved. “I was hoping you would.”

“I’ll bet you were,” I said interpreting her meaning.

Rebecca gave me a suspicious look.

“But this time the tape is going to remain in my possession,” I added.

Both Michelle and Rebecca looked at each other with an expression of innocence, but I knew that if given the chance, they would find a way to make a copy to take away for their own sordid uses, just as Rebecca did with the tape from my previous experiment.

“She doesn’t think we would do such a thing does she?” Rebecca asked Michelle.

“I hope not,” Michelle replied.

“Oh look!” Jennifer suddenly exclaimed.

There was a sudden round of cheers and applause from the audience.

“Stuart missed! Poor girl got it right in the face!” Sheila said.

The young girl holding the beaker had indeed been doused with an errant rope of spunk that ran up from the bottom of her chin and over her face in one continuous long white line. Luckily, it had missed her eye, but it did not stop her from crying out in distress. Maria quickly ran to her aid and took the beaker from her while the girl ran off toward the bathroom. Despite the mishap, Stuart was able to shoot off several more perfect rounds of sperm into the receptacle as Maria dutifully held the beaker aloft and steady.

Once he had finished ejaculating, Maria took the beaker away. It was more than half full. Denise then helped her husband to his cubicle and joined the others.

Jill and Laura had returned to their seats, acting every bit like excited schoolgirls. What they hadn’t expected to see was my assistant Cheryl giving Craig a footjob right in front of everyone.

“Dr. Swensen!” Jill hollered. “Look!”

With that everyone, including my colleagues and all the men still on the platform, looked off in the young girl’s direction. I heard Sylvia emit a shallow laugh upon seeing Craig’s 16 ½” erect prick being caressed by my assistant’s beautifully proportioned toes. Marlene looked on hungrily, as if ready to pounce on the enormous penis like a tiger fervently anticipating wrapping its jaws around a fresh piece of meat.

“Can you believe this?” Rebecca said, breaking into a fit of laughter.

Cheryl’s lovely legs were crossed and her right foot was positioned so that she could run her big toe up and down the underside of Craig’s prick. At first it must have been achieved by running her foot under his gown, so casually as to avoid detection. But now, the immense tool had worked its way out from an opening in the garment and stood stiff and straight, the tip already dripping with clear fluid.

“Excuse me!” I shouted at the two exhibitionists. “Craig has already given us a sperm sample. We don’t need another one, thank you!”

Oddly enough, my statement was greeted by the crowd with groans of disapproval.

“Hey, Dr. Swensen,” Barney said, taking a moment to stop Janine’s busy hands, “why don’t you get that boy up here. Looks like he needs to get rid of some more of his stuff.”

Everyone cheered at his suggestion.

“I don’t think that’s necessary Barney,” I said.

“You know Chris,” Sheila interrupted, “it might not be a bad idea. He’s probably still got quite a build-up of sperm. Might do him good to get rid of it.”

“I agree,” Michelle said. “You can see he needs milking.”

She had a point. I could tell that the boy was in some discomfort despite the pleasurable feelings Cheryl was giving him. After his recent ordeal, maybe further milking would help alleviate some of the pressure he was now experiencing from the increase in sperm production.

“If you’re going to do it,” I said to Cheryl, “do it up there. I don’t want sperm all over the floor if I can help it.”

Craig grinned at me sheepishly as Cheryl grabbed him by the arm and escorted him to the platform. After stripping off his gown, she stood him next to Philip, who looked at his huge prick with envy. Bonnie shrugged.

“Keep that thing pointed away from me,” she warned Craig. “You’ve already soaked me twice.”

“Yes, ma’m,” he replied, blushing.

Philip now stood between Barney, who was positioned on his left, and Craig, who stood nonchalantly to his right. He also stood between a total of over 2 ½ feet of prime cock meat. He looked back and forth at the stiff tools jutting out before their owners in prideful display, making his own penis look paltry by comparison. He looked displeased.

“Let’s get this thing over with, shall we gentlemen?” he said, addressing his well-endowed counterparts.

Bonnie clutched at his penis and gave him a sharp tug.

“Listen to me, Philip,” she said sternly. “I saw you looking at their cocks. You’re not going gay on me are you?”

“No,” of course not,” he replied, somewhat offended. “It’s just that…well, I wish my cock was a bit bigger, you know.”

Her grip on his penis relaxed. “Is that what you’re thinking?”

“Well, you always said how much you liked a man with a big cock.”

Bonnie’s face brightened. “You’re cock is just fine sweetheart. What I really want is a man with a big heart. And you have that.”

She softened up to him then. He had, after all, been thinking of her by wishing his penis were bigger. Though Bonnie did often express her desire to fuck men with big cocks, and often did so with her husband watching, it was merely a passing fancy. What my hardboiled, though insecure, sister really needed was the assurance that her husband loved her, and there was no doubt that he did.

“You may resume,” I said to the final three subjects and their masturbators.

The masturbation of the three men commenced innocently enough, with the ladies displaying feats of manual prowess that rivaled anything Rebecca or Michelle might have done. Janine’s small hands and stubby fingers sometimes grew tired as they fought to maintain their grip on Barney’s humongous prick. She changed hands several times in the next several minutes but I could tell she was becoming fatigued. Cheryl, too, soon began to feel the effects of sustained and energetic masturbation, constantly shifting her grip or changing her tempo as she worked hard to coax out an orgasm. Craig watched her intently as her hands performed their masturbatory duty, now avidly attacking his tortured flesh with brisk, firm strokes and then slowing down to a crawl as her hands started to tire.

Bonnie was suffering no such difficulties. Because Philip’s cock was much smaller than the other two men, her long, lithe fingers had less distance to travel than either Janine or Cheryl, allowing her to jerk him off at full speed. When she felt his huge balls start to tighten she began to talk dirty to him in an effort to make him cum. Philip however, fought hard to resist this impulse, believing that the inadequacy he felt in regards to his penis would be compounded if he ejaculated before the other two men. Bonnie sensed this holding back and wondered at it, forcing her to try several other techniques to bring him off quickly.

Philip’s insistence on withholding his ejaculation somehow communicated itself to his partners, who began to pace themselves, much to their ladies’ dismay. Janine and Cheryl struggled ever harder to provoke an orgasm, but the men held back, treating the whole thing as if it were a test of endurance. So, what started off as a pleasurable way to obtain a sperm sample now became a contest to see which man could last the longest.

After pulling on her husband’s penis for several more minutes without any appreciable results, and her hands now becoming tired and cramped, Janine let go of his cock with an expression of dismay.

“What’s wrong with you Barney?” she complained. “Why ain’t you cummin’ yet?”

“I’ll tell you why,” Bonnie answered. “They’re treating this whole thing like it’s a game.”

“Like first one that cums, loses, right?” Cheryl asked.

“That’s it,” she replied, relaxing her grip on Philip’s cock. “Isn’t that right Philip?”

“Oh, come on ladies,” Barney said breezily. “We’re allowed to have a little fun ain’t we?”

“Not at my expense,” Janine retorted. “My hands are damned tired and I ain’t gonna be pullin’ on your big thing no more.”

She turned her back on her husband and walked back toward the audience rubbing her hands together as if in pain. Barney watched her walk away with a puzzled frown.

“Where’re you goin’ woman? You still have work to do!”

“No way mister!” she replied. “I ain’t playin’ your game. You finish it yourself or have one of them other ladies do it. My hands can’t do no more strokin’!”

Barney was going to protest further, but knowing that his bluff had been called, he just stood there shaking his head, his giant prick still fully erect and glistening with lube cream. Jennifer took Janine’s departure as an invitation to take over from where the recalcitrant wife left off. Seizing her opportunity, my colleague quickly rose from her seat and began walking over toward Barney.

“Where are you going?” I asked her.

“These guys want to play a game right? Well, let’s give it to them. Let’s see who can hold out the longest.”

“Why not Christiana?” Sheila said. “Let’s have some fun with them. What harm can it do?”

Before I had a chance to reply, Barney, Philip, and Craig had begun questioning the audience, asking the women if they would like to see which man had the greatest control. Surprisingly, the women thought it was a great idea and cheered them on, Marlene being one of the most vocal.

“I’m betting on you young man!” she shouted to Craig.

He looked at her with mild amusement and stuck his cock out in her direction, giving it a few quick pulls. She reacted by hiking her short skirt up high, giving him a glimpse of her fabulously long and slender legs.

Bonnie was standing silently next to Philip, her arms crossed and her legs planted firmly on the ground, staring intently at the noisome crowd. She then looked at me and laughed.

“Shall we give them what they want sis?”

Rebecca and Michelle both turned to me at the same time.

“It can’t do any harm Christiana,” Rebecca said.

“It would be a nice reward for these guys,” Michelle added. “They’ve been more than patient.”

Jennifer seemed to be waiting impatiently for my reply. I knew that she wanted to get her little, hot hands around Barney’s thick tool. She had made her intentions apparent on more than one occasion.

I thought back to my previous experiment and was reminded that, despite my own desire to conduct all aspects of the test in a professional manner, the very nature of the study was such that it precluded much of which I believed was proper conduct in a clinical setting. The act of sex in itself was wild and free, so how could I possibly expect these people to behave like they were merely automatons in a synthetic environment responding only to commands given to them by an impassionate observer like myself? Allowing my colleagues to partake in the sexual release of these men in my first experiment set the precedent for what was to follow: I could not expect them to now disassociate themselves from what they perceived to be their rightful claim to provide sexual intervention of behalf of their patients.

“Okay, okay! Everybody please calm down!” I shouted.

In a few moments the room became quiet, all eyes now focused on me.

“I really didn’t want this to become a competition,” I began. “But I can see that it has. Considering that the men have been so wonderfully obliging and helpful to the success of this experiment, I am willing to allow it.”

Everyone cheered this remark; Jennifer most of all.

“Since this is now a test to see which man will last the longest, I will have to ask the ladies to step off the platform and allow me to choose the women who will attempt to bring them to orgasm.”

A look of deep disappointment came over Bonnie and Cheryl’s faces.

“Oh, come on sis! Let us do it!”

“Please Dr. Swensen! Cheryl whined.

“I’m sorry. I need women who are impartial and who will try their utmost to provoke an orgasm. Please do as I say and return to your seats.”

Despite their knowing that I was right, they nonetheless slowly walked away from where the men were standing, their frustration clearly visible to all. Craig, especially, seemed disappointed that Cheryl would not be attending to his massive member, calling out after her that he was going to win the contest on her behalf. I noticed that Philip was looking at Barney’s cock again, still erect and throbbing while his own prick lay noticeably flaccid.

“I have decided to let my colleagues conduct the masturbation,” I said to everyone. “Under the circumstances I think it the only fair thing to do.”

“Thanks Christiana!” Jennifer exclaimed, as she ran straight to Barney.

I saw her look at Janine as she crossed in front of Barney, but the tiny, black woman seemed indifferent to my colleague’s eagerness to pleasure her husband.

“Go ahead,” Janine said to Jennifer. “You ain’t gonna do no better than me.”

Barney looked Jennifer up and down and must have liked what he saw because he gave her a great big smile.

“So you think you’re gonna get me to cum huh, pretty lady?”

“Yes, I do,” she said, her voice thick with lust as her hands fell toward his cock.

“Mmm… that’s nice,” he said, as her hands enveloped his already excited tool. “How you gonna do that?”

“You don’t remember me, but I was in the audience the last time. I know exactly what to do to get you off.”

In an instant his expression changed to one of worry.

“I’m gonna outlast these other guys, no matter what you do girl,” he said challenging her.

She laughed in his face. “Look at you!” You’re already as big as a horse!”

She then grabbed his prick with both hands and delivered several rapid strokes with exquisite skill. He had to fight hard to stifle a cry.

“Which of you wants to do Philip?” I asked.

Michelle was the first to respond. “Let me do it Chris, please. I’ve been dying to show up your sister for years.”

“Don’t tell me you have a thing for him.”

“I don’t. It’s just that Bonnie thinks she’s better than me at giving handjobs. I want to prove her wrong. And what better way than to do it with her husband?”

“If you get him to cum first that will really piss her off.”

“I know,” Michelle said with a wicked grin. “Won’t that be great?”

When Bonnie saw Michelle approach her husband, she gave me an evil look. I simply shrugged my shoulders and turned to Sheila.

“I want you to handle Craig,” I said.

“No problem, Chris,” she said, admiring the young man. “He is kind of cute.”

“He’s adorable,” I said. “But I want you to make him cum Sheila. No tricks.”

“I’ll have him shooting buckets in no time, I promise.”

As she walked toward Craig his face lit up, happy to see such an attractive older woman tend to his needs so willingly. Cheryl seemed to take the whole thing in stride, but I knew she was disappointed at having been replaced. She looked at me with the hurt expression of a lost puppy dog.

Sheila, Michelle, and Jennifer quickly applied a generous amount of lube cream to their hands and signaled to me that they were ready to begin. As Barney was the only one of the three to still maintain an erection, I had Jennifer pinch the underside of his penis to allow it to grow flaccid before beginning.

“I’m sorry Barney,” I said, as his face winced with pain at Jennifer’s touch. “But all of you have to start off on an equal level.”

He didn’t pay me much attention, choosing instead to watch the results of Jennifer’s effective pinch reduce his penis to its flaccid state in a matter of seconds.

“You’re gonna have trouble bringing this thing back to life,” he said to her.

She just laughed.

“You know I wouldn’t have minded taking Barney on again,” Rebecca said.

“I know. That’s just the trouble. You enjoyed it too much.”

She gave me a desultory look but said nothing. She knew I was right. If I had allowed her to masturbate Barney, she would have done everything in her power to make him cum when “she” wanted him to, not when he desired it. Such was her control over men.

I had three of Lynette’s girls position themselves in close proximity to the subjects, beakers close at hand. Seeing that my colleagues were now ready to begin, I offered a few words of advice.

“Stroke hard, stroke fast, and get the men to cum as quickly as possible, that is your duty. If I see anyone one of you slacking off, I will have you replaced. The subjects will alert the girls as to when they are going to ejaculate so that their sperm can be deposited in the beakers.”

“What prize is the winner going to get, Dr. Swensen?” Sylvia asked.

“I’ll let you ladies decide that,” I said.

Marlene and Sylvia looked at each other and grinned.

“Is everyone ready?” I asked.

The women nodded.

I realized I needed to go slowly with her. I began to run my hands lightly over her naked body. By this time Dorothy was making no complaints. I think my touch felt so good to her that she no longer cared about anything other than my caresses. I was kissing her face softly, although I made no move toward her lips. I was going very slowly with her and didn’t want to make any sudden moves which might flip her out.

I slipped out of my outfit as unobtrusively as possible leaving me once again standing naked in the classroom. I had no interest at this point to have the young teacher do anything to satisfy me sexually. I just wanted her to feel my bare skin rubbing on hers. It always feels so good to me.

“Oh Sara,” Dorothy exclaimed. “I really didn’t get a good look at you earlier. You are so pretty.”

My answer was to reach down with my hand to her pussy. She was wet as could be and her cunt was wide open. She was ready for anything. I momentarily disengaged myself from my embrace of the pretty young woman and reached into my knapsack. I pulled out a eight inch dildo.

Well, what did you did expect me to take out – a pencil? Doesn’t everybody bring a dildo to class? Mwahaha! I gently lay her back on her desk and positioned her legs far apart with her knees drawn up. Her labia was so distended and wide open in that position it looked like the Grand Canyon. I couldn’t miss that target.

I leaned over Dorothy from the right side of the desk and kissed her finally passionately but kept my tongue in my mouth. I still didn’t want to freak her with thinking she was under some kind of crazed lesbo attack. This was not an ordinary dildo, no sir. This was the ‘Accommodator.’ Not only was it natural looking and very long, a person could fit it comfortably around the head to hold it in place or around the waist. I paid a lot of jack for this I don’t mind telling you. This was the ‘Rolls Royce’ of dildos.

This was going to be perfect for the young virgin’s first sexual experience. Dorothy’s eyes grew very wide as she watched me belt the dildo around my waist. I said, “Don’t worry, hon. It’ll only hurt when you laugh, and I’m gonna have you screaming in ecstasy in a minute.”

I’m quite the romantic, ain’t I? I positioned myself at the end of desk and put my hands around the teacher’s narrow waist and gently pulled her to me until her legs were hanging down off the desk and her cunt was right on the edge. I very carefully inserted the large dildo into her distended pussy. She was so wet even though she was virginally tight it slid right in and the cunt walls surrounding it literally suctioned the dildo in further.

I didn’t see any reason to waste much time. For one thing, we only had about another forty-five minutes until the next class would be clamoring at the door. The other thing was I saw no reason to drag it out. When I punctured her hymen it would hurt for a bit but after that it would feel good; plus she had the golden advantage of me bringing her to orgasm in her very first sexual experience. How many young women can claim that? How many have had just the opposite experience with an inexperienced teenage boy going wham bam thank you m’am and being finished before the poor girl knew what hit her – hmmm? That’s right – you guys are scum! Mwahaha! Just kidding, don’t worry. It just takes more girls like me to break you guys in right.

I begin to thrust into her with a fast rhythm of in and out, in and out, each time getting closer to breaking through her virginal wall. This was really fun – getting to be the guy for a change. Having this large artificial penis strapped around me really gave me the feeling of what it might be like being a guy and plunging wildly into a woman. Of course I wasn’t experiencing the same feelings and yet I was terrifically wet down there and the dildo was bouncing back against my pussy so I was feeling pretty good anyway.

Suddenly the dildo and I (great name for a book, huh? – the dildo and I) broke through her hymen. She was brave I’ll say this for her, she just moaned a little. On the other hand, maybe she was too frightened of losing her job if someone heard us or maybe she just wanted to be rid of it once and for all. Personally I think she was sick and tired of being a virgin and was thankful I had come along when I did. And that is what she expressed to me later.

As soon as I knew I was through her virginal barrier I really became motivated to bring her to fruition and make Dorothy’s initial sexual experience a memorable one. I was really banging into her now. In fact the whole thing of being naked with one of my instructors in her classroom in the middle of the day and fucking her brains out with a dildo was turning me on too!

I was so wet it was a veritable flood and I was close to achieving my orgasm myself. Now I guess I was having the opportunity to view the sexual experience from the man’s perspective and how difficult it might be for him sometimes to hold off his climax until his female partner had achieved bliss. Because I had the definite feeling that once I spewed my cum out I wouldn’t feel as motivated to continue servicing my young lover.

Consequently I did as I heard one time that men did to postpone orgasm; I began to think of things I strongly disliked, such as liver, broccoli, geometry class, the Smurfs! Mwahaha And suddenly Dorothy began to moan louder and louder until she began calling out, “Oh Sara!” and she experienced what she told me later was her first orgasm ever, never having masturbated!

I then allowed myself free rein and we came together. It was heavenly and who would guessed that college held for me two orgasms in two hours. Now that’s an education I can relate to. I slipped the ‘accommodator’ off me and pulled her up from the desk and hugged her tightly. Finally seeing by the clock on the wall that the next class was due in ten minutes, I suggested to Dorothy that we had better get dressed if we didn’t want to offer the next class some unusual entertainment.

I insisted Dorothy wear my blouse and short skirt and wouldn’t give the young teacher her industrial underwear back. I threw them and the dildo back into my knapsack and put on her Godawful skirt and blouse. Man, people were giving me strange looks for the rest of the day because of that outfit.

The End

Alone again in my little clearing, I dropped my t-shirt and shorts and stepped onto a rock a foot or so into the stream. I again splashed my body with water. Feeling a little chilled from the cold water, I hopped back onto land, spread out my t-shirt and sat down and began mentally rehashing the scenes I had just witnessed, and the scenes I had created.

Laying there nude in the sun, I quickly became erect. I reached down and fondled my shaved balls and hard cock. Deciding I really shouldn’t play with myself here in public, I turned on my side to limit the possibility of someone catching me lying around in women’s underwear with an erection.

My change of positions quickly proved to be a decision of great foresight when a guy wearing shorts and a t-shirt and carrying a towel appeared at the edge of my clearing. Seeing me, he quickly moved off in search of another sunning spot. After he disappeared through the dense foliage, I stared in the direction he had gone in hopes of figuring out where he had gone. I wasn’t keen on lying near other naked men. I had been startled by his unannounced appearance. As a result, my ears were pricked up, listening all the time for another visitor or for the first guy’s return.

A few minutes later, I heard a bit of rustling behind me. I quickly sat up, reflexively grabbing my shorts and laying them across my exposed cock. Looking back over my shoulder, I was surprised to see the photographer stepping into my small clearing with the model in tow. As before, he was fully dressed and carrying two cameras around his neck. She was now wearing sandals and a light, waist-length fleece jacket, and nothing else. Her jacket was unzipped to a spot just below her breasts. Down below, she wore nothing, no shorts, no panties, nothing. Looking beyond the approaching photographer, I stared through my dark sunglasses as her bare, shaved pussy drew nearer and nearer.

Meanwhile, the photographer came within five feet of me, stopped and said, “We were wondering if you could help us out.” I shielded my eyes from the bright sun and looked up at him. “Uh, yeah, sure, what can I do?”

“I’m taking pictures of Kara here for a couple of adult Web sites. As you probably noticed, we’ve been taking some outdoor photos here. Kara has expressed an interest in taking some more explicit shots that I can sell to other adult sites. She gets paid more for explicit shots than for the kinds we’ve been shooting so far today.”

I looked past the photographer at Kara. She was nodding along with her hands jammed in her jacket pockets. I noted she was standing with her legs shoulder-width apart, giving me a nice view of her shaved pussy lips straight up between her legs.

“OK, what do you need from me?” I asked.

“If you’re willing, I’d like to use you in some shots with Kara,” he replied. In response, I scrunched up my face indicating an immediate reluctance to appear in pornographic images that likely will be bouncing all over the internet in no time.

After a brief pause, and sensing my trepidation, he quickly adapted and continued, “What I’d like to do is only include you in pictures from the chest down. If you’re more comfortable covering your face with your t-shirt, or a hat, as insurance, that’s no problem. Frankly, what I’m most interested in having Kara, uh…interacting with, is below your waist, anyway.”

When he finished his proposition, I looked away, shifting my gaze to the water rushing by in front of me….thinking. After a few seconds, I looked back up at him and said, “OK, I’ll help out as long as I’m comfortable and that you will stick to your agreement not to include my face in the pictures or give out any information that might let someone know that it’s me in the pictures.”

He readily agreed and turned to head back down the path saying over his shoulder, “I’m going to get a blanket and the rest of our stuff. Be right back,” leaving Kara and I alone. He yelled back, “Hey, what’s your name?” I lied and said, “Steve.” I was suddenly a bit self-conscious, laying there naked, except for a pair of running shorts covering my pubic area and the modified pair of white women’s g-string panties I was wearing. She too seemed a bit uncomfortable, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“You do a lot of this kind of modeling?” I asked, looking up at her, trying hard not to let my gaze drift back down to her shaved pussy lips in full view just below the bottom edge of her jacket.

“I’ve done some arty nude stuff before,” Kara replied, “but I’ve never shot nude pictures outside, or erotic photographs with another person. I like this photographer and I think I trust him.”

I nodded as if I had any clue about the world of nude modeling or trustworthy photographers.

“How about you?” she asked with a smile. “Ever been naked in front of a camera?”

I laughed. “This will be a first,” I said. “Heck, before today, I had never been totally naked in front of a stranger.”

This statement seemed to surprise her. “Really? I figured that since you were here and undressed so uninhibitedly that you were a regular nude sunbather.”

I explained to her about my long run and my decision to stop on a whim for a little all-over sunbathing. I went to explain how surprised I was to see her and the photographer, which I assumed at first to be her boyfriend, appearing out of nowhere across the creek from me.

She got a kick out of my presumption that the photographer was her boyfriend.

We continued chatting amiably for another minute or so, which permitted me to forget for a moment that I was sitting nearly naked outdoors in front of an attractive woman I did not know waiting for a photographer to take pictures of her and me in some sorts of erotic poses. I enjoyed talking with her. She seemed unpretentious, outgoing and light-hearted. I figured she must still be wondering about me. After all, I had been nude sunbathing in a semi-public place and was wearing a totally revealing pair of white women’s panties. Nonetheless, she never comment on my odd apparel choice or seemed uncomfortable with our shared nudity. Me, on the other hand, I was rather anxious. My anxiety hit a new level when the photographer reappeared on the trail headed toward us. He was carrying a blanket in his arms and had two backpacks slung over his shoulders. His cameras lightly clattered together as he stepped over some rocks to enter the small clearing with Kara and I.

“OK, let’s get started,” the photographer said. “We need to finish the shoot before the sun is no longer overhead. If we don’t get moving, the sun will dip below the rim of the canyon and we’ll be out of luck.”

“Steve,” he said pointing at me, “put on your t-shirt and shorts and come over here behind me. Kara, take off your jacket and lay down here on this blanket.”

I stood up, turning my back to Kara as she slipped off her jacket, and stepped into my shorts and pulled on my t-shirt and yanked my baseball cap low over my eyes, determined to hide as much of my face as possible. Now dressed, I turned around and nearly walked into the fully nude Kara, turning my shoulder to step past her. Now standing behind the photographer, I watched as the nude Kara took the blanket from the photographer, laid it down on the ground and lay down upon it. Her feet were pointed toward the creek and her head toward the path I and the photographer were standing on.

“OK, here’s the situation,” the photographer said. “Kara here is nude sunbathing. You come down the trail and spy her. Unbeknownst to her, you watch her for a while. Then, you strip down and enter the clearing prepared to pretend you didn’t see her.”

My first thought, after hearing his proposed storyline, was how closely his idea resembled my own fantasy. Thinking that, I looked down on the naked Kara who at that moment was enticingly scratching the side of one of her bare breasts. Very hot.

With me behind him, the photographer began taking what he called “establishing shots.” As he snapped pictures of Kara lying naked in the sun, he explained these pictures would be the first of the series, setting the scene for my unexpected entry. Once he got pictures of her from the vantage point of the path, looking down her body, and from the creek, looking over her feet, he tapped me on the arm and said, “Come with me.”

Together we walked down the path away from the clearing. Once we got to a point where we could just barely see Kara, he told me to stop, turn and face Kara down the path. He stepped behind me and instructed me to stand on the path as if I were walking down it. Behind me, I began hearing the sounds of pictures being taken, “click, click, click.” He then had me move closer, to within about 10 yards of the clearing, where he took even more pictures. I presumed the pictures would show me in the foreground and Kara in the background, suggesting I was sneaking up on her.

“OK, now take off your shirt first, then the shorts,” the photographer ordered.

“What about these,” I asked pulling the white g-string panties above the waist band of my shorts.”

“I like them. Unusual. Unexpected. Leave them on,” he replied.

I did as he instructed. I pulled off my shirt and stepped out of my shorts, the camera clicking frequently all the while behind me. Standing there now in just the g-string, I awaited my next instruction. My cock was blessedly behaving, not getting hard. Without being asked, I squatted down and peered into the clearing at Kara. “Perfect, hold it right there,” he said. Click. Click. Click.

“OK, now walk into the clearing to about five feet of Kara,” he said. I did as he asked. “Kara, sit up on one elbow, turn your head toward him and give me a look of surprise. Wait, turn more, I want to see your left breast. There. Hold it.” Click. Click. “Good.”

“Now, Kara, rise up on your knees facing him. Cover your breasts with one arm and your crotch with splayed fingers of your other hand. More looks of surprise. Good! OK, now drop your hands to your side and give me a little smile. Good. Steve, she was surprised by your presence, but now she’s curious. Walk up to her and stand about a foot from her.”

I stepped up to a spot directly in front of her, my hardening cock just a foot from her face. I looked down at her. Still on her knees, she looked up at my face as the camera clicked and then straight ahead, directly at my cock. Watching her look right at my bare cock send a wave of excitement through my body and my cock became fully hard. I looked over my shoulder at the photographer and apologized for my uncontrollable reaction. “No problem. That’s what we want to happen!” he said excitedly.

The photographer now came up, camera in hand, and positioned himself aside Kara and I. Pointing his camera at the empty space between us, right at waist level, he said, “Steve, take a half step forward.” My erect cock, now only six inches from Kara’s face, must have fully entered his camera frame. “Kara, reach up and grasp a hold of him.”

As her soft hand wrapped around my hard cock, an involuntary intake of breath seemed to reverberate through my chest. “OK, just hold it there. Perfect. Use your other hand to cup his balls.” She reached up and gently covered my shaved balls with her left hand. She sat there on her knees holding my cock with one hand and my balls with the other while the photographer clicked away, moving in close and stepping back. I watched him closely to make sure he was shooting low enough so as not to get my face in the shots.

Moving behind me, the photographer said, “Kara, put your hands on his hips and move your face in close to his crotch.” Kara did as he asked and from behind I heard the camera clicking. He must have been getting pictures to make it look like she was sucking me off. “Now slip your fingers underneath the strings of his panties and then run your hands over his cheeks,” the photographer said. From behind, he would have been taking pictures of my ass, with the white string running up between my ass cheeks, with Kara’s hands touching me all over my ass. “Good. Got it,” he said.

“OK, let’s change locations. Let’s go over to that rock in the creek,” he said pointing at a large flat rock about two feet out in the creek. Together, Kara and I walked to the creek, stepped in the water and waded to the rock, my cock bobbing up and down with each step. The photographer had me sit on the rock, legs spread with my feet dangling in the water. The warm rock felt great on my bare ass.

“Now, Kara, step up between his legs,” he said. Standing between my knees, Kara looked stunning. Her bare breasts, flat tummy and nearly totally shaved pussy were right in front of me. With her blocking my face from the camera, the photographer took a few pictures. “Now, get down on your knees in the water. I want to get some pictures of his cock in your mouth. OK?”

“Fine with me,” I chimed in a little too quickly. “It’s okay with me too,” she said looking up at me as the photographer moved into position. With the camera pointed at my cock, the photographer told Kara that the key to good shots was to assume positions and hold it while he captured it on film. “Motion doesn’t work well for these kinds of still shots,” he said. He went on to tell Kara what he wanted her to do.

The next thing I knew, she had bent down and placed the tip of my hard cock against her pursed lips, sitting still for what seemed like an eternity. Once the camera stopped clicking, she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She held position with her lips tightly wrapped just below my cockhead. The photographer moved quickly around us, capturing the “action” from several angles. “Now go down as far as you can,” he said.

As all this was going on, I was leaning back on my elbows feeling somewhat incredulous that this was happening, and that I had agreed to willingly have my picture taken in these positions. Next thing I know, Kara was opening her mouth and carefully working as much of my length into her mouth as she could. With about half my erect cock in her mouth, she held position and let the photographer work his magic.

After he got all the shots we wanted, Kara let my cock slip from her lips. Still intent on oral pictures, the photographer had me lay down on my back, my feet still in the water with Kara standing between my legs. As the photographer moved behind me, I pulled my cap down further to conceal my face. With the camera pointing down my body to my erect cock, which was laying flat on my stomach, he told Kara to nuzzle my genitals.

Taking my cock again in her hand, she gently rubbed my dick against her cheek, kissed my balls and carefully placed her nose in the soft spot between my cockshaft and balls while she slipped a hand underneath my g-string strings. She paused long enough in each position to let the photographer get his shots.

Having obtained what he wanted from our position on the rock, he directed us back to the blanket in the clearing.

“Steve, lay down on the blanket on your back,” he directed. I did as he asked, again pulling the cap low across my eyes and nose. “Kara, stand over him with a foot on either side of his shoulders.”

She walked over to me, swung a leg over and stood naked above me, facing my feet. Looking up, I was treated with a remarkable view up between her legs. Her shaved pussy was fully on display. Half listening as the photographer told Kara what he wanted, I intently looked straight up, scanning every nook and cranny of the area between her legs. I marveled at the gentle upsweep of flesh where her thighs met her ass cheeks. The skin around her pussy and up between her ass cheeks looked smooth and unblemished. Nary could a hair be seen, except from the narrow strip of pubic hair beginning at the top of her pussy. As I reveled in the view, I could feel my cock involuntarily bobbing as I contracted my pubococcygeus muscle.

I was shaken out of my voyeuristic stupor when the voice of the photographer intruded. “Steve! Steve! Hellllllooo?” I shifted my gaze from between Kara’s legs to the photographer now standing at my feet. “Sorry,” I stammered.

“Kara’s going to squat down over you. I want you to put you to put the tip of your tongue just barely inside her,” he said. Without waiting for my response he said, “Ok, Kara, I’m ready. Go ahead.”

The next thing I knew, Kara’s shaved pussy was getting closer and closer to my face. My excitement was growing exponentially with every inch closer she got. In no time, my entire field of vision was blocked by her pussy and ass. All I could see was her most intimate of places, and I loved the view. She stopped, and held position with her pussy about half an inch from my face. “OK, Steve, put your tongue inside her.”

I did as I was told, not that I needed a whole lot of prodding. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and positioned it between her pussy lips, just a little bit inside her. I was pleased to see and feel with my tongue that her pussy was wet. I had noticed her being moist before, but was unsure whether it was from being in the creek. With my tongue between her shaved pussy lips, I was immediately certain that she too was turned on by what was happening. It was all I could do not to raise up and work my tongue all over her clit and inside her pussy. Meanwhile, the camera clicked away.

“Now, Steve, lift your head a bit and put your tongue all the way inside her and press your face up against her,” the photographer directed. He didn’t have to ask twice.

I lifted my head a bit and let her pussy cover my nose and mouth, immediately coating me with her wetness. My tongue now was inside her as far as it could go. I heard her let out a soft coo followed by a couple of deep breaths. Taking this as a cue that she was enjoying what was happening, I began moving my tongue around inside her, trying to focus some attention on her clit without moving too much. I didn’t want to hear the photographer complain about my movements ruining his shot. She tasted wonderful. My licking clearly was having an effect on her as she began subtly swaying back and forth, still squatting above me with a foot planted on either side of my head. At one point, she had to reach down and steady herself by putting two hands on my stomach. Her touch caused me to flinch with pleasure.

I must have had my tongue inside her for a good minute and a half before the photographer interrupted my erotic tongue lashing. “Great you guys. I got what I needed. Now let’s see, what’s next,” he said, totally oblivious to the sheer sexual excitement into which he had thrown a verbal wrench. As soon as he spoke, Kara stood up from her squatting position and stepped over to stand next to me. Now lying alone on the ground, nude except for the g-string, my face covered in a strange woman’s pussy juices, I suddenly felt a little, well, exposed. I got up and stood self-consciously, my erect cock sticking straight out, next to the naked Kara.

“OK, there are two more shots I want,” the photographer said. “Kara, come over here to this log.” He picked up the blanket we were just laying on and put it over the large cottonwood tree log lying parallel to the creek. “I want you to stand her, bend over at the waist with your hands here.”

Kara obediently assumed the position he had described. She was standing next to the log leaning on her arms with her ass in the air and her legs spread shoulder-width apart. I stepped behind the photographer who was about 10 feet behind Kara seemingly planning his next shot. I was again lost in the visual moment, staring at Kara from behind as she was bent over the log, her nice ass in my immediate and direct line of sight.

The photographer, having figured out the picture he wanted, grabbed my hand and positioned me about five feet from Kara. “Stand here,” he said as he moved behind me. “Kara, look over your left shoulder, turn a little bit and use your right hand to beckon him to you.” She slipped her right hand under her left arm, raised her index finger and wagged it as if saying, “Come here, you.” I noticed how her right breast was compressed by her upper right arm as she carried out the photographer’s direction. I also noticed how her left breast, dangling as a result of her bent-over position, moved slightly as she shifted her weight. There is nothing as sexy as seeing the subtle movement of natural breasts.

Having gotten a few pictures with my naked backside in the foreground and the naked Kara beckoning me forward in the background, the photographer told us he wanted to get some pictures of my cock about to enter Kara. By now, any trepidation I had initially had abandoned me completely. I stepped up to Kara, my cock just an inch or two from her bent-over ass.

“Kara, spread your feet a bit further apart so I can better see your private parts,” the photographer said. I smiled at his use of the word “private parts.” I mean, come on, what an odd time to use g-rated phraseology. With Kara appropriately exposed, he uttered the directions I was eagerly anticipating. “OK, now, Steve, step up and put the head of your, you know, just barely inside her, just like you did with your tongue.”

I stepped up between Kara’s legs and, holding my shaft with my left hand, placed the head of my cock right at the entry of her pussy. I was so hard, though, that it wouldn’t stay in place. It kept wanting to spring up. Kara reached down between her legs, grasped me and directed the head of my cock into her wet pussy and slipped it about half an inch inside.

The photographer instructed me to lean back just a hair and to put my right hand on her right hip. He zoomed in on us from our left, moving within a foot or two to capture close-up pictures of my cock entering her.

Just then, I heard some rustling in the woods around the path where we had entered the clearing we now occupied. I had become so focused on Kara and what was happening, I had nearly forgotten about the fact that others routinely used this area for nude sunbathing and hiking.

With my cock still a little inside her, Kara, the photographer and I both looked down the path just in time to see a middle-aged couple stop dead in their tracks. “Oh my God,” I heard the female member of the couple say. “We’re so sorry to interrupt,” said the man, grabbing his partner’s hand, turning to leave.

“That’s OK,” the photographer hollered to their backs. “It’s a public land.”

With everyone distracted by the intruders, I took the opportunity to lean a bit into Kara, allowing my cock to slide about half-way inside her. “Mmmmmmmm,” she said. Hearing her, I glanced back at the photographer, who seemed not to have heard Kara’s lovely sound, and then back toward the couple. I had expected them to be out of sight by now, but they had stopped after just a few steps. The man was whispering semi-excitedly in the woman’s direction. They then turned around together, holding hands. They stepped up to the edge of the clearing and the man said, “Right. Public land.” They sat down on another log.

This 30-something couple was going to sit there and watch our little photography session. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, in the woods, in public, standing naked wearing a pair of modified women’s g-string panties with my cock in the shaved pussy of an attractive naked woman stranger that was bent over a log while a portly photographer snapped picture after picture of us, all the while being watched by a strange couple from God knows where. What a day.

Thinking about what I was experiencing caused me again to clench my butt muscles, causing my cock to swell and move inside Kara. She gently moved her ass side-to-side, moving me around insider her. I took this as a cue and leaned further into her, taking a slight step forward, and slid my cock all the way inside her. My pubic bone was now up against her ass. I put my other hand on her left hip and just held still, my cock buried to its hilt in her wet pussy, waiting for further direction from the photographer, who was still dumbfounded by the couple’s presence.

Turning his attention back to us, he said, “Whoa, hold on. Steve, back out to about half way inside.” He took a few more pictures from close range. “Now, slide all the way insider her. Good. Now put a hand on either buttock and push them apart to give me a better view of you inside her.”

I did, as always, as he asked. As I pushed her ass cheeks apart, I looked down and gazed at my hard cock emerging from her tight, wet pussy. I also took notice of her now totally exposed asshole. Without being asked to, I placed my right thumb on her puckered hole. “Ooooh, good. I like that. Hold it right there,” the photographer said. Click. Click. Click.

“OK, that’s good. One more scene and, I think, we’re done,” the photographer said. Kara pushed herself up from the bent over position and half stood, my cock still in her pussy. She looked over her left shoulder at me and smiled a very sexy smile. Without a word, I very slowly withdrew my cock, watching her face as I did so. As it slowly slid out of her, she half closed her eyes, slightly opened her mouth and took in a deep breath that caused her breasts to rise and fall. Once I was completely out of her, she turned to face me and looked down at my glistening cock. She then looked up at my face and smiled as she stepped toward the photographer who was turning in slow circles figuring out what he wanted next.

I was now standing alone, waiting to be told what to do. I glanced over at the couple, who were eagerly watching our little production, shifting their gaze from me to Kara, me to Kara, me to Kara….

On a sexually-charged, exhibitionistic whim, I walked up to the couple with my erect cock, still glistening with Kara’s juices, leading the way. Standing about five feet in front of them, my cock totally exposed. I, nonchalantly as possible, said, “What are you guys up to today?” I really didn’t care what they had to say, in fact, I can’t even remember what their reply was. I just wanted to stand naked in front of this reasonably attractive, fully-dressed woman. While the man answered, I reached down and slowly stroked my erect cock a good five or six times. When he finished his response, I turned around and walked bare-assed back toward Kara and the photographer just as he was telling Kara where he wanted her.

As I rejoined the photographer and Kara, the photographer had again spread the blanket out on the ground. Once he had the blanket lying flat and smooth, Kara walked to the middle of the blanket, sunk down to her knees, facing the creek, and looked up at us. She then bent over, put her hands flat on the blanket and assumed a doggy-style position, ass in the air and pointed straight at the observing couple sitting on a log at the edge of the small clearing. The photographer began circling her, snapping pictures and ordering me and the couple to move here and there to ensure we weren’t in the pictures. As he took pictures, Kara alternately tossed her hair, lifted her head, rocked her hips back, clutched her bare breasts and reached back between her legs for the camera. Next, the photographer positioned me a few steps behind Kara and took some pictures with me, again, in the foreground approaching Kara, and her nude in the background on hands and knees, apparently waiting for me. He had me slip off my g-string and step out of it, clicking the camera’s shutter all the while.

Once he finished these series of pictures, the photographer ordered me to approach Kara and drop to my knees behind her, as he took a few more shots. On my knees behind her, I looked down at her bare ass, the folds of her slightly swollen, shaved pussy lips just peeking out below the gentle downward curve of her ass cheeks as the photographer fumbled for something in his backpack.

Having found what he was looking for, he marched over to me and handed me a small tube of lubricant. “I want you to hold the lube up about a foot from Kara’s backside and squeeze out some lube and let it slowly drip between her butt cheeks,” he said. “Then, I want you to spread it around her anus. Then, you’ll put the head of your penis right on her anus and hold it there, spreading her cheeks at the same time.”

I looked quizzically at him. “Kara and I talked about this and she’s comfortable with it. Right, Kara?” he said. She cooed back in a cheery voice, “Yes, I’m fine with this!”

As the photographer found his optimal shooting spot, I squeezed some lube into my right hand and coated my cock with the slippery stuff. As I did so, I glanced back at the couple sitting on the log. They were still, unbelievably, watching intently.

With the photographer in position, I used my right hand to push one ass cheek aside, held the lube up with my left hand and squeezed out a long, thick strand of the clear lube. I watched it from beneath the bill of my low-slung cap and through my dark glasses as it dribbled into her ass crack and began to run enticingly down between her ass cheeks. I then tossed the lube aside and placed my left hand on her tailbone, my long fingers pointed up her back. I maneuvered my left thumb down and gently covered her anus with it. I applied some mild pressure and moved it all around Kara’s most intimate of places, slipping the end of my thumb inside her and coating her inside and out with the slippery lubricant.

With encouragement from the constantly clicking cameraman, I grasped my hard cock shaft with my right hand and scooted up between Kara’s feet. I moved in close and put my left hand on her left hip to steady myself. This hand placement was met with a hiss from the photographer as I was obstructing his view of Kara’s ass and my erect cock. I removed my hand and placed it behind my back, still holding my cock with my right hand. Now well positioned, I lifted my cock up, letting my cockhead brush slowly across Kara’s wet pussy lips. With my cock now pointing straight up, I released it and leaned against Kara’s bare butt. The photographer stood up and I grabbed Kara’s hips and pulled myself against her. My cock was now snuggled nicely between her ass cheeks. I rocked back and forth, letting my cock slide effortlessly against the smooth skin of her ass. I then leaned back a bit, putting several inches between us. I grabbed my cock again, this time with my left hand, and placed my cockhead against her anus and held it there. The photographer, standing above us, leaned in for several close-up shots. I was so turned on. I simply was out of my mind!

“OK, put it inside her,” he said.

I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows, as if to say, “Are you serious?” He just nodded, seeming to say, “Of course!”

I leaned a bit into Kara, applying a little pressure against her anus with my cock. Kara took a deep breath, her shoulders rising a bit, before exhaling and relaxing. At the end of her exhalation, I applied a bit more pressure. Looking straight down at my cock between her ass cheeks, I could see her anus begin to slowly open as I pushed myself inside her. First the very tip of my dick disappeared, just a quarter inch or so. I held still to let her slowly get used to me entering her. “Good, good!” the photographer intoned. Kara took another deep breath and exhaled. I pushed a little harder and watched as the entire head of my cock slowly slid inside her. Again, I held position for the photographer to do his business. Click. Click. Click.

With my hands low on her hips, I leaned more into her, pushing my cock about halfway inside her, then sliding it back out to a point where my cockhead was up against her sphincter muscle. I held it there for a moment before sliding my cock back inside her, this time going about three-quarters of the way in. Again, I withdrew to the same place before pushing back inside her. This time, I slid my cock in as far as I could, moving slowly, yet deliberately until I felt enough resistance that I knew I should not push any harder or further. I held it there, looking down and seeing all but, maybe, an inch of my cock buried in Kara’s shapely ass. I stared at this sight for a good 20 seconds, noting the glistening lube on her ass cheeks on either side of her anus. I then began slowly sliding in and out of her ass, moving about four inches in and out with each stroke. Kara began to sway easily with me, slightly forwards, slightly backwards. At one point, she reached up between her legs and must have been playing with her pussy. She occasionally would brush a finger across my dangling balls. After 10 or so strokes, I was about to cum, and I wanted to cum so badly!

Just then, the photographer intruded, “OK that should do it for me. You guys were great!” At the sound of his voice, I stopped fucking Kara in the ass. Kara and I both looked up at him, the moment spoiled. I placed my hands higher on her hips, leaned back and slowly withdrew my cock from her ass. I so vividly remember the incredibly erotic feeling when the edges of my cockhead popped past the muscles that guarded the opening to her anus. With my cock out of her, I leaned back on my heels and took another look at her ass, still fully on display with Kara on her hands and knees. As I gazed, she dropped down on her forearms, which caused her ass to move higher in the air and her cheeks to spread just a bit more. I looked at the small hole where my cock had just been. The area was moist with lube, a little sweat and, perhaps, some of my precum. Wow, what a sight.

Kara then rose up, turned around and sat on her butt, her legs spread on either side of me. Still on my knees, my cock was right at her face-height. “That was amazing,” she said. “You were so gentle. Those slow strokes inside me felt amazing. I really need, I think, to have an orgasm. And, I imagine you do to.”

Hearing this, the photographer stopped putting his camera equipment away and turned back toward us, camera in hand.

“Lay back,” I said. She did as I said, her legs still spread around me. I looked over my shoulder at the couple. “Come closer if you want to watch.”

As the couple stood and sheepishly crept over, I lay down on my stomach, turned my hat around and moved in to lick Kara between her legs. I quickly forgot about the couple, who now were standing right at the edge of the blanket. I opened my mouth and placed the flat of my tongue across Kara’s pubic bone, covering her clit and most of the upper portion of her wet pussy lips. I then nuzzled into her pussy and began alternately licking her lips, flicking her clit and probing as deep inside her with my tongue as I could. I then focused exclusively on rapidly flicking my tongue across her clit. As I did this, she reached down and put her hands on either side of my head, holding me in place and applying some downward force, pushing my face into her. In no time, she was on the edge of cumming. Her breath quickened, she arched her back a little and squeezed her thighs against my shoulders. She took a series of short, shallow breaths and let out a soft series of “ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ah….. ” The last “ahhhh” caught in her throat as she came, briefly holding her breath before letting out a long, long sigh. As her orgasm subsided, her arms went up and flopped down above her head as all her muscles relaxed. “Oh my God. That was incredible,” she said. I sat up on my elbows, my nose, mouth, chin and edges of my cheeks shiny with her wetness. I looked up at her and smiled. “Mmmmmm,” I said. I liked that.”

I got up from my stomach and sat down on my bare ass, Indian style. I looked up at the couple. The man now was standing behind the woman, his arms encircling her with his hands on her breasts outside her shirt. Kara sat up too, on her knees in front of me. I reached out and gently fondled her breasts. “Nice,” I said.

She gently grabbed my ankles and spread my legs and nestled in between them. “Now, you lay back,” she said smiling. I turned my cap back around and pulled it again low over my eyes. As I lay back on the blanket, looking up at the man fondling his partner’s breasts, Kara reached for the lube, picked it up and squeezed a glob into her right hand. Next, Kara grasped my still hard cock and slowly slid her hand up and down my shaft and coating my shaved balls with the lube. “I hope my hand is OK with you,” she cooed. I just nodded and closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew, Kara’s left hand was gently holding my balls, moving them around just a bit as her right hand quickened the pace, sliding up and down my erect cock as the couple looked on and the photographer took pictures over Kara’s left shoulder. The moment she began her handjob, I knew instantly that it would not take long to make me cum. With my cock in her hand, I slipped my hands under my buttocks, lay back and reveled in the pleasure Kara’s hand was bringing to me. After just 15 seconds or so of the handjob, I could feel the pressure building inside me. In the throes of ecstasy, I opened my eyes and looked up at the couple standing over me. They both were staring right at my crotch, watching each stroke of Kara’s hand on my exposed, erect cock.

In no time, I was ready to let go. Kara’s firm grip and perfect pace – not to fast, not too slow – permitted me no chance of prolonging the pleasure. With every muscle below my waist tightening in anticipation of cumming, I closed my eyes and focused my concentration on Kara’s hand, tuning out the photographer taking pictures and the voyeuristic couple gazing forth.

I soon was past the point of return, my orgasm began. I held it back as much as I could, suddenly releasing and opening my eyes just in time to see the first white rope of cum shoot into the air, some of which literally landed on the blanket next to my face. Several more loads of cum landed and pooled on my stomach and dripped down Kara’s right hand. With a lightened grip, Kara slowed her hand movements as I came. After the four or five bursts of cum, Kara just held my cock, tightening her grip a bit. Once I relaxed and opened my eyes again, I looked down at her hand, still holding me at the base of my softening cock. She slowly slid her hand once more up the length of me, squeezing out the last drops of cum, which ran down my cockhead into the crux between her thumb and forefinger.

Still sitting between my legs, Kara released me, sat up on her knees and put her hands on the underside of her breasts, lifted them and squeezed them together before releasing them and putting her hands on her upper thighs. I noticed a few tracks of glistening cum marks on her right breast where her right hand had just been.

As she prepared to stand up, Kara looked down at me from her kneeling position and smiled. I tried to think of something appropriate or relevant to say. Nothing came to mind. She stood and went in search of clothing. I followed suit. As I located my shorts, and began to step into them, I watched the voyeur couple walk out of the clearing without a word. I hoped they enjoyed the show as much as I enjoyed them watching.

As I put on my shorts and t-shirt, I watched Kara step into her panties, a pair of black thong underwear. There is something so sexy about an attractive woman pulling on a pair of sexy underwear. The way they bend down and pull them up over their thighs and slightly move their hips side to side as they get the panties into perfect position, a welcome capstone on a remarkable afternoon.

“Thanks a lot you guys,” the photographer said as he gathered his gear together. “I think I got a lot of great shots. If you want copies of some of them, give me your e-mail address,” he said looking at me and holding a pen and pad of paper. I jotted down my e-mail address and inexplicably thanked him. He just nodded and turned around to face Kara and helped her gather up all her stuff.

As they tended to their belongings, I looked over at Kara and said, “Well, thanks for everything, it was great meeting you. He’s got my e-mail address if you ever need anything like this again, or if you want to get together sometime.”

She smiled a rather sly smile and thanked me saying she would be in touch.

I began walking out of the clearing and back toward the running path, which would take me back down the canyon and back to work. How could I go back and sit at my desk, I wondered to myself.

As I left the clearing, I turned and waved. They both returned my gesture with warm waves of their own.

As I ran back down the canyon, my mind swirling with thoughts of what had just happened, I knew I’d be regularly checking my e-mail messages, looking for photos and, perhaps, word from Kara.

You pleaded and begged for more as you wildly bucked up and down with your hips and ass all the way off of the bed in wild bucking motions to meet his penis. Greg was like a stallion riding you in and out and giving you the most fantastic sexual encounter. I watched in amazement as your hands scratched and dug into his back as he rode you with his absolutely huge penis going in and out like a slow lingering piston. The width and hardness of this man”s fully erect penis was clearly doing wonderful things for you, so too the fact that he was penetrating you very slowly and gently. I watched this sight and I hardly could contain my orgasmic contractions as I caressed my own erection at this unbelievable sight.

Greg had continued thrusting and had begun to drive his enormous cock deeper inside you and now was moving about half of his ample length in and out. It glistened rock hard like a steel pole with your vaginal secretions and his former kisses of your womanhood. You lay on the bed in reckless abandon with your legs in the air and crossed over his back and screaming and begging for him not to go any deeper with his penetration into your vagina. You cried out as he continued to have wild and unbelievable intercourse with you, and the pushing in and out of your wet vagina was almost too much for him as he was grimacing, trying desperately not to come but to delay his own orgasm.

I could see your outer lips tightening down on his manhood and you were thrashing on the bed as this man made passionate and wild love to you. His pelvis was meeting yours as he was all the way in at this time, reaching into the depths of your womanhood. His balls would touch your bottom on every downward thrust and they were absolutely huge in his shaved sac with his testicles bouncing all over and up toward his body in a state of extreme arousal and ready for the ultimate orgasm. As he had your legs spayed up on his shoulders I looked as your bottom was exposed to both of us. Than I laid on the bed and placed my little finger in your vagina to get it lubricated and then gently inserted it into your puckering little opening as it opened and shut to the rhythm of his every guttural thrust. I couldn”t help but stare and smell the sexual aroma as I stared at his massive cock and balls penetrating you. Then to my surprise I was so turned on that I wrapped my hand around his balls pulled them to the bottom of the scrotum sac and gently applied pressure. I could tell that as you and he moaned in delight that his cockhead began to contract and expand in you as he filled the condom with more of his pre-ejaculate. He moaned as I continued to squeeze his swollen testicles and you cried out loud for more of his cock as an intense pleasure swept over your body. I could see the blue veins running down the side of his huge penis absolutely bulging as he continued to service and make love to my beautiful wife.

Your chest rose and fell swiftly as your breathing increased. Greg now was thrusting himself almost entirely inside you driving you closer to orgasm. I saw he had his huge cock inside your petite vagina and he would hold his monstrous cock steady there and you would move your hips wildly bucking and urging him to continue. He did just that rapidly sliding his huge cock in and out as an orgasm began from deep inside your vagina. Your moans became deeper and deeper as he quickened his thrusts and the sound of his thighs becoming louder as they met your bottom. As you climaxed and reached full orgasm, your hips began to buckle upwards and Greg held himself deeper inside you than ever before, and your eyes began to shut in a glorious mixture of the most blissful of pleasures and the exhilarating pain of your vagina being stretched around this massive cock. He withdrew slowly as you calmed down and he resumed slow deep thrusts taking time to stimulate your clitoris. I was standing watching and couldn”t take it anymore. You kissed and sucked on my hard penis as my balls filled with semen again and began to swell. Than Greg moved me away as he was preparing to now have a tremendous orgasm. Than as tears of joy ran down your flushed cheeks you begged and pleaded with Greg to pull out so you could suck his magnificent cock and you continued pleading and begging for him not to have an orgasm yet. He was thrusting that huge cock of his, in and out almost to the point of touching your cervix. Greg pulled his cock away from between your legs and you could hear a popping sound as his cockhead the size of a ripe plum came out of your lovely stretched swollen vagina.

You were in sexual heaven as you were oblivious to me watching you making love to this man. You told him to get on his knees above you so you could remove the condom he was wearing at your request. You continued to stare at this magnificent cock and the tip of the condom now filled with his juice that gave you so much pleasure and a performance of a lifetime as you rolled the condom down and slid it off of his huge cockhead. The veins on the side were blue and the head of his cock was extremely swollen at this point. You rolled the condom off and put your tongue into it to taste and sample the warm semen nectar that he left in the condom while inside your womb.

You wouldn”t let him ejaculate yet as you wanted to savor his cock and balls for as long as you could. My wife has a lovely body and we were in awe as to the sexual aroma and erotic tension filling the hotel room as waves washed ashore outside of the balcony. There on the satin sheets lay my beautiful wife in all of her splendor with her eyes affixed on Greg”s massive cock, the head now glistening with pre-cum oozing from the little slit which she would soon kiss and caress with her tongue. You had your petite left hand milking his bloated and swollen testicles and your right hand on his muscular ass toying with his anus as you continued to suck his manhood. You were a master at this often keeping me going for hours before I would ejaculate large amounts of semen into your mouth. As you manipulated Greg”s massive cock and balls he continued to moan and secrete large amounts of pre-cum which you licked and slurped at the head of his large cock which had become a purplish-blue color. It looked as though it was velvet as you lovingly licked the underside of his engorged cock and squeezed his massive balls to obtain more of his semen into your lovely mouth. His cock continued to expand and contract as you milked his testicles.

As you lay on the bed with Greg kneeling beside you I noticed your beautiful legs spayed and I could see the lips of your pussy as you were extremely aroused from the intercourse that you shared with Greg and your vaginal lips were so swollen. They hung down below and were filled and engorged as you continued milking the swollen head of Greg”s cock as I watched in undeniable pleasure. I can”t believe I was so turned on watching my wife pleasure other men the way she was doing at this point. Greg continued to thrust his huge beautiful penis into her mouth. His erection forced her to open her mouth as wide as possible and you held your tongue down to allow his manhood into the furthest reaches of your throat. I began to rub, kiss and suck your swollen clitoris and it looked like a small cock protruding from your lips that was ready to burst into orgasm again. He continued thrusting into your mouth with his hand at the back of your head controlling the depth of his insertion of his cock. He firmly held the back of your head so he could force his manhood in your mouth and you reached around and touched his hand to as if to encourage Greg to be a little gentler with you as you sucked his massive organ. You were teetering on the edge of extreme pleasure as Greg announced he had to ejaculate.

You held his hand firmly to slow down his masturbating thrusts but he wouldn”t stop. His groans grew louder as he plunged his engorged penis faster and faster into your mouth. He cried aloud as he pulled you onto his long shaft and held you there for about 3 seconds as his muscular body began twitching uncontrollably as he labored to produce his long awaited orgasm within your lovely mouth. Here laid my wife, my true love enjoying a sexual escapade like no other. My wife”s sexual appetite had developed in this past ½ hour to a point I had previously never witnessed.

You beckoned for me to now join you and your lover on the bed. I had no idea what you wanted at this point. Then you whispered in my ear that you wanted for me to taste your lover”s semen as he climaxed. I hesitated and you pleaded with me that you had done all of this and this was your fantasy to watch as I kissed his cock just before he begins his orgasm. She looked up at Greg for approval and he was very excited for me to taste him. I lay on the bed anticipating his climax to please my wife.

Greg began to scream out that he wanted to come but you continued to milk his balls and not letting them rise to his underside and high in his enlarged scrotum of his body so he could completely ejaculate. You kept his balls down low in the sac not allowing him to explode yet. You continued to encircle his anus with your right hand as he moaned in utter delight. Here was my wife having and sharing unbelievable sexual pleasure with another man as I watched.

She than grabbed his cock with her left hand and positioned it next to my face. She than pleaded with me and began to feed the head of his penis between my lips. She began to play with her own clitoris and squeeze her nipples as she watched me suck up and down the shaft of his cock. With her other hand she slid up and down his shaft jacking it and releasing more pre-ejaculate into my mouth. I loved doing this for her and the sensation she got from watching me having oral sex with her lover.

Than you did an unbelievable motion when you let go of his swollen testicles and let the balls rise in the sac to his underside. You started to kiss his balls and let one go into your mouth one large ball at a time. His large swollen testicles were shaved like mine and it was a wonderful sight to behold. You continued kissing, caressing and sucking his sperm filled balls as you moaned in sexual delight as he moaned with you. Than he pleaded with you to release his balls so he could come in one final climax. You than quit kissing and sucking his balls and squeezed again with your right hand but to my surprise, you let your finger slide into his innermost area, his anus. You began to pump your little finger in and out his puckering muscular butt touching his prostate as his cock began to expand and contract. You finally released his balls and now you began to masturbate his long erect cock in your lovely mouth. He began to grunt and scream out loud at the agony as the hot semen began to swell up in his massive balls. I could see your throat moving as you begin to swallow his semen as his fantastic load begins to ejaculate into your mouth. Than with a long sustained contraction he shook the entire bed as the warm ejaculate squirted out across your chin and you continued to milk his testicles and finger his ass as he continued to ejaculate all over your breasts and tummy. He would squirt and than a few seconds later squirt his semen again as his cock violently expanded, contracted and erupted.

You would open your mouth as a few squirts would come out and I could tell you would savor the taste of his ejaculate. It was a wonderful sight, your beautiful breasts which had lovely pink nipples very enlarged and I could see the light blue veins through the white skin beside your tan lines. Your nipples were engorged and looked as though they hurt and needed kissed and suckled. I knelt over as Greg was ejaculating and began to kiss your swollen erect nipples and neck as you received the final warm ejaculate from Greg”s massive cock. He sighed long and hard as you continued to suck and fellate the end of his massive cockhead, now sucking the last remaining semen droplets with care. Then Greg took his hand and squeezed his shaft from the base to the head of his cock at the tip emptying the last of his warm white warm fertile ejaculate onto your waiting tongue. Greg was extremely spent as he left to return to his room.

You than lifted up and began to massage my swollen balls and tell me how much you loved my cock, how you had your fantasy come true as I licked up and down his shaft and the taste of my semen. I masturbated for you as you laid on the bed totally spent from the evening but still wanting to taste my cock and balls. You continued to squeeze my balls which were in agony waiting to ejaculate again. I than erupted in the most massive orgasm ever, shooting and squirting my sperm in continuous spasms. You lovingly licked and swallowed as much of my semen as you could, than we both laid next to each other and fell off to a restful and dreamy night.

“God, Andrea, you are fantastic. I have never been fucked like this before. You feel so good. The way you keep cumming amazes me. And I love the way you feel on my cock. You are so hot and wet and Jesus, so tight. God, I am going to cum soon.”

“No, please don’t cum,” Andrea said, barely able to speak. “I want your cum in my mouth,” I heard her plead, and nearly came at the words. Mark fucked her harder, obviously intent on rushing his own orgasm along. He was on his knees, slamming into her, rocking her powerfully with each stroke. Pounding into Andrea harder than anyone ever had before. After a few moments, she felt another orgasm approaching. “God, Mark, your cock feels so good. I am cumming again. Make me cum with your cock,” she said, as she reached down with one hand to begin rubbing herself. “Oh God,” she cried out, and as her orgasm took over her body and the heat rushed through her, all she could do was let out one continuous moan as she came from the feeling of his cock inside her and her own hand rushing to intensify the pleasure. Andrea’s orgasm went on and on, and finally, she simply had to breathe again, and her orgasm ended as the last of the air escaped from her lungs. She fell forward onto the bed, face down, barely conscious, breathing heavily, but, even so, regretting the feeling of his still-hard cock leaving her body.

Mark, though, was not done with Andrea. Having decided to again postpone his own orgasm, he was lying on his back, his feet on the floor as he grabbed Andrea by the hips, lifted her in the air, and pulled her down onto his eagerly waiting mouth. Encircling her cunt with his mouth, he furiously licked her clit. Excited by being manhandled into this position, and excited by the feel of his tongue flicking her clit back and forth, Andrea immediately began struggling to sit up, so that she was straddling him, riding his tongue as he worked her with his lips and his tongue. Bracing herself with one hand behind her back on his chest, she rocked back and forth on his mouth, fucking his face. After a very few moments of this, with another orgasm fast approaching, she reached further behind herself and took his cock in her hand. The feel of his cock, slick with her wetness, set her off again, and she came, rocking on his mouth, and, again fulfilling an earlier promise to me, Andrea stared directly into the camera as she screamed through another orgasm. She stayed that way for a moment after cumming, his cock in her hand, his tongue inside her, savoring the feeling. Then, again looking into the camera, Andrea told him (and me) “Mark, I need you to fuck my mouth now. Please cum in my mouth.” With that, she lifted one leg and swung away, letting him sit up. Andrea knelt on the bed, her profile to the camera, knowing that this will give me the best possible view of her beautiful body and of her taking his huge cock all the way into her mouth. “Over here,” she said urgently.

Mark, though, had other ideas, and, with a grin, he walked over and picked up the camera. Lifting it to his shoulder, he walked over to Andrea, and she saw him changing the focus to get a close-up as she looked up at him, staring straight into the camera lens as she took his cock into her mouth. Andrea moved her head back and forth, slowly taking more of his cock into her mouth with each thrust. Soon, she could feel its entire length sliding deep into her mouth, and even down her throat, and she began moaning at the satisfaction and excitement of finally having his cock in her mouth again. Andrea loves to suck cock-almost any cock- and she had been preoccupied for months at the thought of having another go at his. She took him deeply down her throat three or four times, then slowly withdrew his cock. Still looking up at him, his cock in her hand, she licked his cock between words as she told him in a breathless voice, “I love this cock. I love the taste of my wetness on this cock.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the dildo, just within reach from where she had discarded it earlier. Letting go of Mark’s cock for a moment, she reached over, took hold of it, and slid it inside her as she took Mark back into her mouth. Moaning from the feeling of his cock in her mouth and the toy inside her, she sucked his cock deeply into her throat while fucking herself with the dildo.

Mark, holding the camera, said, “God, Andrea, I love the way you suck cock. It feels so good to be fucking your mouth.” Andrea was moaning from the excitement of being filled in both her mouth and her cunt. It reminded her of the time, a few months earlier, that she had brought home and fucked a group of three guys, and she moaned at the memory.

Mark was thinking the same thought, as it had been something she had told him their first night together. They had talked about having their own group sex scene. “You love cock so much, maybe I will bring a friend with me some time so he can fuck you while I fuck your mouth. You want that, don’t you? After that one time, you need more than just one cock at a time, right?”

Andrea didn’t want to take his cock from her mouth, so she just moaned deeply and nodded her head, surprised and pleased to note that this caused the head of his cock to massage the back of her throat. Although his cock was amazing, Andrea definitely wanted another one or two to keep this up. The excitement of imagining a room full of hard cocks at her disposal caused her to fuck herself harder with the toy, and to move her head along his shaft rapidly. Her orgasm approaching, Andrea desperately wanted his cum in her mouth as she came. She picked up the pace as she fucked his cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the huge head of his cock each time she drew back.

Andrea’s cock-sucking expertise was having an effect on Mark, who was thrusting forward with his hips to meet each thrust of her mouth. He was moaning, quietly, just repeating, “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” over and over. Andrea sensed his orgasm impending and picked up the pace even faster. But she wasn’t seeking his pleasure; she was rushing him along so she could finally feel his cum shooting into her mouth. The fact that it must have felt good to him was completely irrelevant to her. Andrea was interested only in satisfying her need to taste cum.

His cries of “oh God” grew faster and louder. Andrea felt him tense up to cum, and was dismayed as he pulled out of her mouth, laying his cock against her cheek. It is not what she wanted, but as the cum started to heat her face, the feel of it, and the feel of the toy inside her set Andrea off, and she came again with her mouth open, hoping some of his cum would enter there so she could finally have its taste. As they both continued to cum, Andrea opened her eyes and looked into the camera, small sounds of her orgasm continuing to escape her as she used his cock to push his cum into her mouth. Andrea held his cum in her mouth, savoring it, and the feeling of finally having his cum in her mouth was so satisfying that her orgasm surprised her by intensifying just a bit, for just a moment. She said, “oh yes,” just once, and then her orgasm subsided. Looking up at Mark, Andrea swallowed his cum, relishing the feel of it sliding down her throat. She took his cock deeply into her mouth, licking it as she withdrew it slowly, running her tongue firmly over the head, causing it to twitch and Mark’s knees to buckle a little. “God, I love having you fuck my mouth. Put that camera back on the dresser,” she said to him, “and get ready to fuck me again.”

I came then, too, having waited until Mark came, so I could imagine that it was my cum on my lover’s face and in her mouth. Instead, I stroke myself to two orgasms in rapid succession, listening to Andrea tell him to get ready again, and imagining the second half of this adventure, which I know she will tell me about the next morning.