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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

You know how it is, I’m sure, when a relatively innocent girl goes up to University at the age of 18, does all of the things that teenaged students do, meets a boy as equally inexperienced as she is, loses her virginity to him and then spends a year or two believing that this is what a ‘real’ adult relationship really is. That was my story, needless to say, but it is one that took an interesting twist towards the end of my first year in university halls, when my boyfriend half-jokingly suggested that I enter the ‘campus cutie’ competition that was apparently being run by a certain national newspaper. This was the mid-1980s, and those were far tamer days than the present – no internet, no digital photography, no mobile phones and so on – but it sounded like fun, you got prints of the pictures taken and a tenner for your trouble, plus sixty pounds if they appeared in the paper later in the year. The photographer was a dry-as-dust local man, who took my first topless pictures against a blank screen, printed them and handed me a tenner. I thought that was the last I would hear of it – hoped, really, as I didn’t want my parents and ex-boyfriends seeing my naked breasts all over the papers – but my boyfriend was delighted. I know for a fact that he wanked himself raw over those three black-and-white prints.

Of course, as you have guessed, it wasn’t the end of the matter. I didn’t win. But I was one of five runners up. The winner would get the whole page to display her charms, and we would feature in five little square cameos at the bottom of the page, first name and university town printed beneath each of our poses. I had to go to London, to have another set of pictures taken at a freelance studio (the winner was photographed in-house), and so a session was booked at a location in Chelsea, a railway ticket received and a set of model-release forms received, signed and returned in advance of the day. I was given a set of instructions. Wear a loose and un-textured dress, and no bra or pants – lines on the body would ruin the shoot. I learned basically that anything approaching glamour photography had to be done almost in reverse, starting off near naked and gaining clothes rather than the reverse! Certainly, that seemed to be the rule for topless and nude pictures where a great deal of womanly flesh was intentionally exposed.

There was nothing seedy about the studio, and I was met at the door by Maddie, a red-head in her mid-twenties, who seemed to be the general factotum. She put me at ease immediately, and introduced me to Com (odd name, I agree), the photographer, who I later learned was her husband and an experienced photographer in her own right. A few words of explanation, and I was invited to disrobe (I simply drew the dress over my head), and was placed against a neutral background in preparation for the photographs. Maddie arranged my hair, and made sure that my legs concealed my bush for the full body shots, and all went well. Com went off to develop the contact sheets in the adjacent darkroom, and Maddie handed me a warm bathrobe while guiding me into another room and placing me upon a leather chaise longue to wait for the developed pictures. While she was out I browsed looked around the room, and drew out a bound volume of sample pictures from a collection that occupied one wall of the room. These were mostly topless shots, girls mostly my own age and possibly campus cuties of the past. A few pages in, and to my surprise, I found a topless photo that looked very much like Com’s wife, Maddie. At this point she returned, bringing me a can of Seven Up, and confirmed that it was her and that she did indeed still model occasionally, but only for Com. She drew another volume from the shelf and handed it to me. These were all pictures of her – glamour shots, initially topless ones against a darkened wall in the manner of those I had just done, then full nudes, and lingerie shots with her standing or seated in what was clearly the room in which I was presently sitting. Not just that, for I turned the page to find her posing in just stockings, open-legged and clearly moist, on the very seat that we were sat upon! I glanced at her, and felt her eyes upon me as I blushed. I was becoming turned on by the knowledge that I was on the same seat, in the same position almost, and I imagined my own pussy to be as slick and shiny as hers in the photo. I carried on. The pictures became more explicit still – not just wet, but held open. On the next page she was toying with a dildo, and a succession of pictures charted its progress into her body up unto an image what was obviously a very real orgasm. Under cover of the book I had slipped my hand inside my bathrobe. Yes, I was wet. Very wet. Very confused too, and hot. An accidental move of my finger brought it to my clitty and triggered my own climax, as I bit my lip and came, shuddering, with my eyes on the photograph and my mind thrilling in the fact that Maddie, the girl whose image had made me so wet, was sitting next to me. Gently, delicately, Maddie took the book from my trembling hands and having placed it open on the floor, eased my bathrobe over my shoulders. She untied the belt and guided the garment down my back, leaving me naked and exposed to her gaze. As her face moved towards mine I felt her hand took that moist centre of passion between my thighs and she massaged me to an incredible climax, so much more than I had ever had with my inexperienced boyfriend, while our tongues touched and swirled in each other’s mouths. I have never felt so womanly as I did at that moment in a woman’s arms. Maddie kissed me like no boy had ever kissed me, cradled and squeezed my aching breasts and finally knelt between my thighs, feasting upon the drippling fountain of my sex, bringing me to climax after climax after climax.

When I recovered from my sapphic submission I realised that at least the final act of my seduction had been undertaken under the amused gaze of Maddie’s husband. He stood there, a very prominent bulge in his jeans, prints in hand and smiled his pleasure. I was simply stunned, as exhausted as I might have been following a fucking back in my university room. ‘Have you seen yourself? He asked. I shook my head. He reached back and pulled a dangling cord and a curtain opened, disclosing a floor to ceiling mirror that concealed nothing. Maddie had somehow disposed of the bathrobe and I was displayed wantonly on the leather chaise, my pussy soaked and yawning open, my nipples erect and my skin flushed. I looked utterly naked, so available, an object erotic even to myself. Shamelessly, my hand reached for that aching space and in front of the two of them, and under my own gaze, I frigged myself to a screaming climax. As the tremors subsided, and without any prompting, I asked Com to photograph me nude. He needed no second invitation.

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By *eterinpantiesukMan
over a year ago

southam

Wonderfull

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

While Com readied camera and lights, Maddie quickly dried the surface of the chaise, which was slick with my love juices. A quick adjustment was made to my hair, and some rouge added to emphasise my nipples. Taking silence for assent, she took some delicate scissors to my bush, thinning and shaping the frontal triangle and denuding the area around my pouting labia, which made the wantonness of my gaping sex all the more obvious. Com had set up a tripod camera, and had a handheld SLR as well, so that he could take a variety of pictures. He handed Maddie an old-fashioned Hasselblad, and told me that she would direct me from her own viewpoint. For ten minutes she took pictures with the Hasselblad, telling me where to sit or stand, instructing me to hold myself open or insert a finger, and watching with evident pleasure when I made myself cum. I realised, quite suddenly, though that Maddie couldn’t possibly be taking as many pictures as it appeared, and it dawned on me that Com was actually photographing her as she supposedly photographed me. That proved true as Maddie moved closer and closer before discarding her camera in order to lick and frig my yearning pussy as Com captured the whole erotic photo-romance on his two cameras. His camera recorded my first attempts at disrobing another woman, and having stripped his wife of her blouse and skirt, preserved for ever the moment at which my fingers first pleasured the body of another woman, before my tongue tasted liquid delights that I had never dreamed I might taste. The last thirty minutes of what was almost a three-hour shoot saw me sixty-nine my new friend, before she probed my teenaged body with a strap-on cock … only the second object ever to explore the inside of my tunnel of love. Exhausted, the two of use collapsed on the sofa, and Com went to develop his X-rated films while I dozed in Maddie’s arms.

Needless to say, I didn’t tell any of this to my boyfriend back at University. I gave him a set of the first pictures, the topless ones that had been shot before Maddie enjoyed my willing body, and was witness to him shooting his load over them. The parallel to my own experience in London wasn’t lost on me – and I wondered how raw his cock would have been had he caught sight of those later shots of me being fucked and eaten out by Maddie. I was unable, though, to get the events of that memorable day out of my head, and my fingers strayed constantly to my yearning pussy. Truthfully I wanted – no, I craved – more of the same, and my thoughts ran wild. When Maddie contacted me by post around a month later and offered me another photographic opportunity, I had no hesitation in accepting – the more so because the invitation was accompanied by the suggestion that I spend the whole weekend with her and her husband, rather than rush back. She admitted to me that she had shown the ‘private’ photographs of the two of us to a friend who worked for one of the Continental adult magazines, and that he wondered if I might want to, to use his phrase, ‘flash my gash for cash’! The money he was offering was, by 1984 student standards, phenomenal – a set of basic nudes would bring me in the same amount of money that I spent on food over a month, while something ‘a little harder’ (his phrase, and undefined) would pay my rent for a term. The money was a big temptation, I admit – but the memory of what I had so recently enjoyed in Maddie’s arms was the deciding factor. With a certain amount of trepidation, I took the train to London late on a warm Friday morning, clad as I had been a month earlier, and wondered what on earth Com and Maddie might have in store for me.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Love it, hope there's much more

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By *lirts.R.usCouple
over a year ago

lanarkshire

Great start lets see what develops if you pardon my pun

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

I'm glad you are enjoying it. This is the last for today - comments always welcome, by PM or in this forum.

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

At the studio they explained that their associate wanted a set of solo girl pictures, with one or two masturbation shots. It was effectively an audition, and Maddie prepared my naked body as carefully as she might have done her own. My bush, which had grown back a little, was a point of contention, and after a certain amount of adjustment, and with my agreement, Maddie first trimmed it to stubble and then shaved it, leaving my sex bare for the first time in years. This was unusual in the 1980s Britain, where bushes were as common as stockings in the magazines of the day, but – she assured me – was popular in the places where my pictures might be seen and wanked over. Smiling, she also demonstrated, with a simple stroke of her practised hand across my denuded pudenda, how much more sensitive it had made me!

Naked, and on the leather chaise longue upon which I had lost my inhibitions, I posed for Com’s camera, first in a few coy positions which accentuated the succulent fullness of my breasts, and the curve of my rounded bottom, proffered doggy-style to the lens, before moving to the more revealing poses. These were classic open-crotch shots, first with my pussy in its natural state and then held open by my fingers, its glistening interior exposed to the gaze of whoever would eventually see it. I was becoming ridiculously aroused, and needed no invitation to play with my clitty, which I eased from its hood for the neveit of a close up. My juices were smeared around the exposed surface of my crotch, and at Com’s suggestion I tasted my own fluids for the first time in a succession of frames which took my shining fingers from one orifice to the other. It was glorious, and when I came each time Com was careful to capture the facial signs of my abandonment, at the point at which I ceased to be a thinking woman and transitioned to an animal state of utter jouissance. I was encouraged to probe my soaking orifice with a very realistic black dildo – only my second experience with a sex toy, remember – and I then licked my own juices from it, even though I had never tried to fellate my boyfriend’s cock. For some reason, in front of the camera I was more womanly and more adventurous than I had ever been in the privacy of my student bedroom. It wasn’t just that I had never sucked him, I’d never even let him cum inside me even though I had been on the pill for several months. He’d never taken a single polaroid – maybe if he had, he would have had all those things I was now lavishing upon a plastic cock. I finished the session with the black cock in my mouth and a bright yellow vibrator, cunningly shaped like a corn cob, deep in my pussy, and cumming with all my might. I felt as exhausted as if I had made love, and Com – judging by the bulge in his pants – was as satisfied as me. He went off to develop the prints, whilst I showered.

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By *ucksguy2000Man
over a year ago

aylesbury

Really enjoying this, best on here for a while

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By *est-coupleMan
over a year ago

Southwick (near Trowbridge)

More please xxx

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Is this Bath Spa or Bath University?

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By *est-coupleMan
over a year ago

Southwick (near Trowbridge)


"Is this Bath Spa or Bath University?

"

Bet you it’s Spa!

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By *cotFit4funMan
over a year ago

Kettering

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By *antsguy007Man
over a year ago

Whiteley

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Is this Bath Spa or Bath University?

Bet you it’s Spa! "

Went there less fuck more study would have been someone by now

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By *dward_TeagueMan
over a year ago

wolverhampton

Oh this one is hot!

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By *uriousk22Couple
over a year ago

newcastle under lyme

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By *ipplebarnyMan
over a year ago

milton keynes

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By *est-coupleMan
over a year ago

Southwick (near Trowbridge)


"Is this Bath Spa or Bath University?

Bet you it’s Spa!

Went there less fuck more study would have been someone by now "

There’s definitely action there - but are there any students or faculty active on here, I wonder?

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By *oss25Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

Maddie and Com’s studio was located in the three rooms beneath their mews flat. This latter was surprisingly spacious, as it extended over another part of the building to which it was attached. Upstairs I found Maddie, who had showered in the en-suite bathroom, and it was clear from the sound of water that Com was doing the same himself. The developed photographs had, apparently, already been sent over to his associate via a bicycle courier, and Maddie handed me a duplicate set which I perused with wide eyes: they really were wanton. The three of us, in our towelling bathrobes, sat down to a meal prepared by Maddie – a Greek salad, with the kind of sophisticated ingredients that professional people enjoy and hungry students dream of – and some chilled white wine that didn’t come from a wine box. I felt weirdly adult, slightly out of my depth, but comfortable in such educated but informal company none the less.

After dinner we three sat upon the well-stuffed couch, and mused over the pictures. We were all satisfied, and it was a terrible effort for me to keep my hands out of my bathrobe, so turned on was I. As the day light faded and the side lights were turned on in the room, the conversation turned inevitably to erotic subjects. I found the couple amazingly philosophical about sexuality which is, after all, a rather physical activity. Yes, they were married, but theirs was by mutual agreement an ‘open’ relationship, in which they occasionally slept with others. That was the reason why Com was not particularly concerned or even surprised by Maddie’s bisexual seduction of me on my last visit. They enjoyed an erotic lifestyle, and told me they had very often enjoyed what was then called ‘wife-swapping’, and had even gone to orgies. They were familiar with naturist beaches, and had had encounters with like-minded couples and singles in the sand dunes and – of course – they loved visual erotica both professionally as well as in their private lives together. In the 1980s, of course, pornography was not at all like it is now. It was illegal to publish pictures of full intercourse or even an erection, in Britain, which was why the kind of photographs which Com was inviting me to participate in was sent abroad covertly, for publication and distribution on the Continent. This was a comfort to me - nobody over here would see me in action!

With my own interests so aroused, I was hardly going to turn down the chance to view one of Com’s collection of dubiously legal Continental blue movies, and so a VHS cassette was inserted into the chunky player on the other side of the wall, and we settled down to watch an undubbed Swedish sex film. My youthful eyes were truly opened by a film in which nothing was left to the imagination, and no sexual combination seemed impossible. I watched open mouthed as pussies and arses were penetrated not just by cocks but also by fruit and vegetables, household implements, and sex toys, and mouths were filled with creamy sperm, and the hot seed transferred by deep kisses between the women, some of whom were in their twenties but others well into their sixties. It was at a mid-point when I realised that my hosts were exchanging some furtive caresses, with their hands in each other’s bathrobes, This was an incredibly erotic thing in itself, and so I slipped my own fingers beneath the cloth, to tease and tantalise my own depilated nakedness. Oh, the joy of release and the pleasure also of cumming silently with my teeth pressed down on my bottom lip. A sigh from Maddie affirmed her own release, and I heard Com ask her what she had fantasised about. In a voice calculated to be overheard by me, she replied that she was imagining her husband fucking me. My fingers triggered another silent orgasm as I listened on. She asked him would he like to fuck me, and he looked over to me and – looking me straight in the face – said ‘Yes’. Maddie leaned forward, and asked me would I like to be fucked by Com. Blushing at my own voluptuousness, I silently affirmed my consent to him taking me in the way that a husband should only take his wedded wife, to me becoming a paramour, betraying my boyfriend …. And I wanted to do and be all of these things so much! Reaching over, Maddie guided my inexperienced hand inside the folds of Com’s bathrobe and placed it around his uncompromisingly stiff erection. It was bigger than my boyfriend’s – bigger, harder, more purposeful. His pleasure was written on his face as beneath the towelling robe my hand explored his manhood from root to tip, cradling his heavy balls and tracing a line from there to the moist opening atop his helmet. Like his wife, Com was clean shaven, and she had pulled his foreskin back so that I could appreciate every contoured inch of what was only the second cock I had ever handled. As he turned to me to kiss me more deeply than I had ever been kissed, his hands roamed inside my bathrobe to caress my yearning teenaged breasts, the robe falling open to expose once more the charms he had photographed and shared with his pornographer friend. Maddie loosened Com’s robe, and as he in turn opened mine I saw for the first time the beauty of her husband’s cock. Almost in the manner of a ritual, Maddie stood up and shrugged the white toweling robe from her body. Com released me, and did the same. I stood up, awkwardly and clumsy with excitement, but it was the two of them who made me naked and then led me, each taking a hand, between them to the adjacent bedroom and its huge bed.

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By *ohn ACouple
over a year ago

andover

Great read

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

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By *oukevCouple
over a year ago

Lancaster

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By *iglenMan
over a year ago

Machynlleth

Fantastic read. One of the horniest tale I’ve read. Cant wait for the next part xx

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By *om Bert2020Man
over a year ago

Jersey / Swansea

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By *cotFit4funMan
over a year ago

Kettering

Fantastic

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By *lim_jim1964Man
over a year ago

peterborough

Great to hear this ??????

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By *lirts.R.usCouple
over a year ago

lanarkshire

You guys are going to have fun

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By *untooMan
over a year ago

manchester

This story is simply brilliant

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

I was the centre of attention as they lay me down in the middle of that huge expanse, and began to caress my naked body. I came with a shudder as they each suckled on one of my aroused breasts, while two hands sought out the liquid centre of my desire, now rendered so visible by the removal of my pubic hair. I opened my legs, and whimpered as strange fingers parted my labia and sought the liquid interior of my body. I was a sensitive tissue of desire, my fluids leaking out upon the bed shamelessly, a finger – his? Hers? – circling my clit, and brining me again to a screaming climax. They teased me to utter submission, and Com licked deep inside me as I suckled upon Maddie’s soft breast, my hand squeezing its counterpart into shapes nature never envisaged. I was utterly lost in lust when I realised that Com was kneeling between my thighs, and ready to impale me upon his virile cock. I thrilled at the thought that was only the second cock that I had ever known, that he was a married man, an older man, and that his wife was positively encouraging him to fuck me. I came again as he placed that naked organ at my soaking entrance and when Maddie guided him into me, teasing my clit at the same time, I almost lost consciousness. I was his at that moment, though if he had pulled out I could have been anyone’s, so great was my need. Taking me first in missionary, he had me clamp my thighs around his backside, to keep him in, and the weight of his body tantalised my engorged clit. ‘Are you on the pill?’, he asked ‘Yes’, I replied ‘but my boyfriend has never cum in me’. ‘Shall I be the first to seed you?’ Com asked. Breathlessly, and without hesitation I said ‘Yes, yes, oh god, yes’. He placed my ankles high on his shoulders, and caressed my breasts. He was fucking me wildly and Maddie teased me by telling me that the position was usually known as ‘the babymaker’, as it was a sure-fire way to get sperm into the cervix. I was quivering, full of excitement. She teased me more ‘Imagine you are not on the pill…’ I shuddered with the pleasure of a dangerous fantasy, accompanied by the knowledge that I was going to be filled, as a woman should be filled, for the first time. ‘Go on Com, give her a baby! Make Michelle a mummy!’ I came again, and she urged me to encourage him ‘I want your baby’, I mouthed, ‘Fill me, seed me, please’. He needed no more encouragement, and seeded me copiously, his cock throbbing and expanding with every pulse. If I hadn’t been on the pill, he’d have been a father for sure. My joy was complete when Maddie licked the hot seed from my pussy, whilst I tasted our combined juices on the softening cock which he guided to my inexperienced lips. I had never given a given a blow-job either – though I knew that I would feel his sperm shooting into my mouth before the next twenty-four hours were out.

The three of us slept naked under a sheet in that huge bed, my body spooned between those of my host and hostess. When I awoke the next morning it was to the smell of freshly ground coffee and an invitation to a breakfast of fresh fruit, yoghurt and granola - a far cry from the student diet! Over breakfast Com confirmed that his associate had received and approved the pictures, and that he was keen for the two of them to go ahead and shoot a set composed by my host. Com explained that his photo sets were in essence erotic photo-romances, in contrast to the film that we had viewed on the previous evening, which was little more than a montage of unconnected scenes. He wrote these as sketches, took the photographs, and the supplied captions in English which were translated by the publisher so that the scenes were described and contextualised in four languages. I asked him if he had planned a story, and he informed me that I was to shoot a set called ‘My Boyfriend’s Best Friend’. I asked for more details, but he said ‘Wait and see – you’ll enjoy it more if you experience it as it unfolds’.

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By *lirts.R.usCouple
over a year ago

lanarkshire

Great story

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Hard after reading that last part

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By *ehind closed curtainsCouple
over a year ago

East Midlands

Fabulously written. What a story. Definitely fires up the imagination. Xx

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By *untooMan
over a year ago

manchester

Is it great to read such a well written tale! First class. Thank you

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By *dward_TeagueMan
over a year ago

wolverhampton

What a wonderfully erotic story, it’s well written too. Congratulations OP, this is one of the best that I’ve read on here for a while.

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

We were to begin shooting at four that afternoon, and the shoot was supposed to last three hours at most. That gave us some time to kill, and as Com had to set up the props, lights and cameras, Maddie took me back upstairs to talk me through the procedure. Seated on the bed, and facing a literal wall of mirrors, I felt sufficiently comfortable to ask her about her sex life with Com, and how it related to their chosen career. She told me that she did on occasion act as a model when he was shooting for the Continental market, and that she enjoyed both the sex and the thought that countless men and women were seeing her in the most intimate act of human life. Com was rarely in front of the camera, except when they took pictures for their own private delectation, either as a couple or with others. ‘Others?’ I asked ‘Like you’, she replied, ‘though we’ve had as manas four or five on this bed, with the camera taking pictures on a repeating self-timer!’ I asked about the preceding evening, when I had been the entertainment. She told me that fantasy played a great part in their life, that she ‘dressed for sex’ (as she put it) as often as she performed naked with Com, and that he had a particular fetish about impregnating women, though he could not actually do so as he had had the snip two years’ previously. ‘You played into his fantasy last night’, she told me with a smile, ‘and gave him incredible pleasure’. I asked her about ‘dressing for sex’, and in answer she simply rolled back one of the mirrors to show the contents of the wardrobe behind. ‘Some of these’, she said ‘are props we have used in the past, which I have brought upstairs for my own use. Others are my own’. She invited me to root through the hangers and draws, and what an insight into their erotic life it proved to be. Her clothes were an index of their marital and extra-marital fantasies and a record of the games they had played. Snow White and Alice in Wonderland costumes; Velma from Scooby Doo, complete with glasses; two gorgeous Victorian gowns, and an eighteenth-century gown such as might have been worn by Daniel Defoe’s Moll Flanders; a nun’s habit (seriously!), and finally no fewer than three wedding dresses, these latter in professionally made covers. Maddie laughed at my wide eyes. ‘All for fun’, she laughed, ‘even the work clothes’ – at this, she indicated some office wear, smart dresses and secretarial outfits. I’d never dressed up before, never really fantasised at all, and she guessed as much. ‘There’s a little time between now and when we’ll prep for the shoot’, she said ‘let’s get you in a playful mood’. I was flushed with excitement.

She looked me up and down a bit, and said ‘I know exactly the outfit for you.’ Reaching into the wardrobe, she pulled out a couple of suit covers. ‘Eighteen, but not yet nineteen, only just at university … it’s not that long since you were a sexy sixth-former’. The first suit cover was the wrong one – a cliché school-girl outfit, complete with grey pleated skirt knee socks. ‘You could carry this off, I’m sure, but I think you’d be more comfortable with this one: less acting for sure’. The other cover was unzipped to reveal a more mature school uniform – a knee-length skirt in a brown, black and white plaid, crisp white blouse, and a black blazer with a badge on the breast pocket. I realised it was not a cheap copy but the real thing, size 12 to 14 probably, like both Maddie and me, and she admitted she had bought it at a school outfitters for a fantasy she was yet to play out. ‘Your chance’, she laughed. ‘Better get your underwear on!’ I had a suitably plain white pair of kickers and a bra that was functional rather than sexy. ‘Do you have any tights?’, I asked. Maddie rolled her eyes heavenwards… ‘Tights? What on earth has your boyfriend done to you?’ I looked quizzically back. ‘Haven’t you worn stockings before? Surely you have?’ I shook my head. Student dress was informal – jeans, sweatshirt, for the most part. I rarely wore a skirt at College, and when I was a sixth=former I had always worn tights, because that was what girls wore. Maddie laughed. ‘You’ll probably find your boyfriend’s best friend will prefer stockings this afternoon! Men do, generally.’ ‘Why? ’Quite simple – stockings have the texture and colour of tights, they are a form of super-skin if you will, impossibly smooth and uniformly toned, but giving that vital access to the pussy. Do you really mean that no man has ever given attention to your nylon-clad legs?’ I shook my head. She was amazed. She motioned toward a deep drawer, which I opened to find literally dozens of unopened packets of stockings in a rainbow of colours from pure white, through beige and tan to deepest black. So many styles – sheer, opaque, patterns – bows and dots, lace, fishnet, and more brands than I had ever heard of: Pretty Polly, Leg Avenue, L’Eggs, Bear Brand, Pretty Legs. The very names seemed moist with desire and anticipation. This was more than an item of clothing, more an aid to seduction and an enhancement of feeling. Maddie selected for me a pair in American Tan, and thoughtfully assisted me in donning the necessary suspender belt, in white to match my own underwear, which she also loaned me for the occasion. Of course, no sixth former wore stockings to school, but then again I was experimenting in role play, and was being expertly instructed by Maddie, who proved with her own hands just how sensual it is to feel your legs caressed through nylons. I was certainly looking at legwear in a new light, as a source of pleasure to me and to my lovers rather than as a functional garment. Maddie, I learned, wore tights only when she was likely to be on her feet all day, or else was in public in a very short skirt. She liked seamless ones, which allowed her pussy to be visible, and was influenced by Princess Diana with regard to colour, preferring the pale Dior tights popular from the period of her engagement. American Tan was the colour of school days, though, and suitable for the next hour or so. In my mind, though, I was already searching the shelves of Debenhams for the colours and patterns which might answer my future desires.

The scenario was simple. Maddie was to tell Com that she had left him a present in the bedroom. I was the present. I was to play the naughty student caught cheating in a final A Level examination, he the tutor who had observed my malpractice but not done anything about it, and the price of my not being thrown out of the sixth form, thereby losing my university place and being condemned to lifelong drudgery in Woolworth’s, was to submit to his lascivious desires. A cliché, I agree, but a delicious one. I waited for my master, sat upon a chair with my stocking-encased knees firmly together, my heart racing beneath my prim white blouse in anticipation of my coming punishment. How I wanted it!

About five minutes after Maddie had left, I heard the heavy tramp of Com’s feet on the stairs. He was possibly not surprised to discover I was his surprise, but definitely pleased to see me dressed as a sexy sixth-former. Later I found that all she had done was told him that a surprise awaited him and handed him a piece of paper on which was written ‘She has cheated. You caught her.’ I knew some of Com’s fetishes already – I was desperate for him to apply some more of them to my aroused teenaged body. Cam assessed the situation in seconds and fell into an appropriate relationship. It was a blunt opening: ‘Explain yourself.’ My acting skills were developing. I stuttered out a story about having to cheat because I would lose my place, that the disgrace would be terrible, that I would do anything – anything – for him not to expose me. ‘Anything?’ ‘Anything’, I replied. He beckoned me over. ‘I teach your boyfriend. How far has he got with you?’ I blushed, genuinely, because I had never had a boyfriend at school and my nineteen-year old college boyfriend was not in the same league as this powerful, artistic and imaginative older man. ‘He’s kissed me,’ I admitted shamefacedly, ‘and he has felt my boobs through my t-shirt’. ‘Is there more?’ I swallowed and suggested that I might have traced the outline of his hard cock through his jeans. ‘So you are still a virgin?’ ‘Yes – I’m saving that for my husband, I’m a good church-going girl.’ I was becoming convinced by my own lie – I found myself hoping that my hymen might grow back: even in the midst of my feigned shame and reluctance, I just wanted to be properly deflowered, to have the unforgettable maidenly experience that my boyfriend had failed to give me in my College bedroom. ‘The price of my silence is your precious cherry: I want your virginity. Do you agree?’ Shamefacedly, my head drooping, I acceded to his demand, and the fantasy moved to its next phase: my punishment.

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By *cotFit4funMan
over a year ago

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over a year ago

lanarkshire

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

Leeds

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over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

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By *untooMan
over a year ago

manchester

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over a year ago

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

I realised that this prelude had taken nearly 15 minutes, a period in which he had not touched me nor I left my seated position, my knees held tightly together as if to protect my maidenly treasure. I realised, truly the erotic power of the spoken word, the manner in which command and submission could be conveyed and a fiction made real to the two players on a private stage – actors who were also, at the same time, an intimate audience for their feelings and sensations. We had a safe-word in place, Maddie knew what my limitations were, and I trusted Com would not go beyond these, though I had intimated to her that I hoped that our play would on this occasion be rougher than the stylish seductions I had previously experienced in their bed.

Standing in front of me, he commanded that I do to him what I had done to my fictional boyfriend. Gingerly, I put my hand out, momentarily touched the hard bulge in Com’s chinos, and withdrew it with a feint of timidity. ‘You did more than that to him’. My hand reached out, and began to caress his hard cock through the think cloth, tracing its outline from root to tip, feeling the sensuous curve of its shape, the unyielding hardness of the flesh which was to invade my body. Of course, I was growing hotter and wetter ‘down there’ as I played out my fantasy, watching myself submitting and anticipating his next move. ‘Take it out.’ He commanded. Timidly, my two hands undid his thick leather belt, and then unbuttoned the fly of his stone-coloured trousers. He wore no underwear, and his thick cock prang out. Without prompting, my two hands were upon it, gripping tightly and rotating their palms across its surface with an expertise which, perhaps, a less-practised girl might not have possessed. This, though, did nit disrupt the fantasy, as he bade me take his length into my supposedly innocent mouth. I feigned reluctance, and found his strong hands suddenly on my hair and my head forced forward so that his glans pushed irresistibly between my lips. With my tongue pressed beneath it, I began to caress it with the surfaces of my mouth, which elicited a groan of pleasure. I relaxed momentarily, and he took that as a signal to push further into me, his cock passing further along my tongue and palate. I was little more than a blow-job virgin, as I said earlier, and I was shocked at how much I was able to take of his girthy length. As I gagged for the first time, he pushed finally forward and my lips circled the very root of his cock. Breathing very deliberately through my nose I realised that his glans had passed the root of my tongue and was in a position that, should he cum, his essence would literally hit the back of my throat and slide without resistance into my stomach. I wondered if that was his plan for me as he deliberately withdrew and then returned, again and again, in a rhythmic fucking of my mouth. As I felt the bulge and quiver in his glans that surely signalled the torrent of his pent up seed, he withdrew and with a jerking motion contained the urge to shoot his load. What self-control. This was a man who was master of his own body, and who could use that body for the pleasure of the woman in his arms as well as his own. Salivating heavily, and with my eye make-up and hair dishevelled by our recent encounter, I wondered, keenly, what was to come next.

‘You’ve seen me’, he said. ‘I want to see you. Take off your blazer’. I stood up, and removed the heavy black blazer, and folded it carefully, laying it on the chair I had just vacated. ‘Good girl’, he said, and beckoned me back towards him. I stood there, feeling small and powerless, in my crisp white blouse, plaid skirt and modest black shoes, just an arm’s length from his protruding cock, which glistened with my saliva. How I wished that Maddie was filming this, because I so wanted to see what we looked like! I’ve visualised it countless times in my mind – you never forget your first proper role play, believe me. He put his hands first on my shoulders, and I relaxed. His fingertips, though, deftly moved down to the placket of my blouse and with a sudden violence, he ripped the prim garment open, the buttons flying outwards across the room. As I flinched and stepped back, his hands grasped my breasts, squeezing their contours, and his thumbs slipped within the curtilage of my brassiere. Again, with controlled force, he pulled against my natural resistance, and as I leaned backwards the fastening of the bra gave way, exposing my succulent titties to his gaze. I attempted to cover them with feigned maidenly modesty, but it was to no avail. My ruined blouse fell from my shoulders, the bra hung and then dropped from me, and I was rendered topless, my breasts now in his hands as his mouth sought mine with urgent kisses. I feigned reluctance, of course, but could not help shuddering in submissive pleasure as Com’s tongue penetrated my mouth and swirled within that orifice. I responded, and standing there felt him loose one of my breasts in order to get his hand under my skirt and onto the front of my white knickers. By the sound I heard, I knew I was soaking down there, and I came the moment he touched me through the damp cloth. Com’s hand left my pussy and strayed to the back of my plaid skirt. Detaching, rather than undoing, the button at the waistband, he drew down the zip and the last protection afforded to my body dropped to the floor, pooling around my modest heels. He knew exactly what he was doing, of course, and had positioned me perfectly, for as he pushed me backwards the bed received my weight, and as I rose to steady myself his hand was upon and then within the waistband of my knickers, which were torn from my body with a sad tearing. My maidenly treasure – the real subject of the fantasy for both of us – was now exposed to his gaze, glistening with my juices, unencumbered by pubic hair, and gaping slightly open in readiness for the sacrifice of my honour.

Kneeling between my legs, Com buried his face in my soaking gash, his tongue skilfully extracting my clitoris from its protective hood and leaving it perfectly positioned for stimulation during the fucking which was soon to come. I came again on his face, soaking him, and I rather incongruously cried that I would ruin the bed sheet. ‘I’m going to ruin you for your boyfriend’, was all he said in reply, and he positioned his naked purple head at the moist entrance to my womanhood, teasing them further apart with his glans. God, I was hot and ready for this, but we still kept up the fantasy of reluctance. I begged him, please, not to take me, that I was saving my virginity for my wedding night, that he had more from me than my boyfriend had had already. At least, I pleaded, he could wear a condom. I hit the jackpot, of course, and this unleashed Com’s fetish. He gleefully told me that after he had fucked me I would be returning to class full of his seed, possibly full of his baby too, and that I might be a student mother. Leering, he suggested that, with my desire unleashed this modest church-going girl would probably sleep with all the boys in her university hall, become the college slut into whose body the sperm of so many men would flow. This made me even hotter, because I was already fantasising about the college boys I hadn’t yet fucked because of my monogamous relationship, and he felt me cum beneath him. I deliberately clenched my body in order to resist his entry and give him a sense of virginal tightness and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. His hands pinned my wrists deliciously to the bed, and Com raised his lower body in order to drive his length remorselessly into me. As he gazed upon my face, I placed my upper teeth over my lower lip in a feint of discomfort. Slowly, he eased his hardness into me, so that I felt every ripple and contour of its thickness. As his root finally met my labia majora, he looked me in the eyes and with tenderness murmured ‘You’re a woman now, Michelle’. The irony was, that I had indeed become a woman, had felt through the fantasy a sense of change, an opening in to a new world of sexual liberation and pleasurable promiscuity. He had deflowered my mind and my morals, and it is to my eternal regret that he had not taken my maidenhood earlier that year. This was the best sex I had ever had. Com resumed his attentions to my body, and fucked me first in missionary, before turning me over and taking me doggy style, his hands on my hanging breasts. The pleasure was so great that I was biting the pillow. I rode him cow-girl, and when Com again placed me on my back and raised my stocking-clad ankles on his shoulder to finish me in the babymaker position, he asked me whether I still wanted him not to cum inside my body. You know the answer, of course. My fantasy had passed from reluctance to pure submission, and I asked him to inseminate – to, to actually impregnate – my teenaged body, crying, as I came again and again ‘I want your baby! I want your baby!’ He came so copiously that it pooled on the sheets.

After showering and douching, I went in search of Maddie. She wanted a full description of what her husband had done to me, and was delighted. ‘He’ll keep his mind on the shoot today’, she remarked, and will be more than happy to fuck us both after dinner tonight. The casual way in which Maddie talked about sex, the way in which these two sophisticated individuals lived, trilled me. It wasn’t sordid. Just erotic. Maddie took me back upstairs, in order to prep me for the afternoon’s photographic adventure.

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By *est-coupleMan
over a year ago

Southwick (near Trowbridge)

Hope there’s more to follow!

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By *untooMan
over a year ago

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Simply brilliant!

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

There'll be another episode of this story tomorrow. Thank you for all of your positive words, both in this forum and sent as private messages x

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By *lirts.R.usCouple
over a year ago

lanarkshire

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By *cotFit4funMan
over a year ago

Kettering

Absolutely fantastic... such a huge turnover, thank you for this xxx

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By *eeBee67Man
over a year ago

Masked and Distant

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *dward_TeagueMan
over a year ago

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over a year ago

Leeds

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

The encounter was to begin as a simple boyfriend-girlfriend scenario, with the two of us playing on a sofa. We were to look as if we had just come in from a date, so Maddie outfitted me in pearl grey sheer stockings and white lacy underwear, under a sprigged Laura Ashley skirt that was just below knee level, accompanied by an ecru pie-crust collar blouse. A set of faux pearls, worn over the collar, completed the ensemble. It was very much the fashion of the early 1980s, a fashion in part generated by a certain Royal engagement. I liked the outfit, and was pleased also with the way Maddie arranged my hair, did my make up and even went so far as to find some faux pearl studs to match the necklace. With all this complete, I was taken downstairs to meet my (new) boyfriend.

Jolyon was an undergraduate at one of the London universities, and by my reckoning was about 21. We didn’t talk much – after all, he was here to fuck me for cash and have a good time in the process, just as I was! He was wearing a smart grey suit and a very classy shirt and tie, and after we had been introduced, we began what was essentially my second role-play session of the day. Com took some preliminary shots of us entering the room through the door, in order to set the scene for the photos that were to follow. We then adjourned to the sofa, Jolyon poured out two glasses of the wine that had been provided for us on a side table, and with Com’s encouragement began to seduce me in much the same way as he might do to his own girlfriend in real life.

It was sensuous and gradual, and I was hardly conscious that Com and Maddie were capturing every intimate moment. Jolyon began kissing me and out tongues met and teased each other outside before our lips joined. I closed my eyes in sheer pleasure as his hand roamed down to caress my nyloned calf. My legs were crossed, revealing the smoothness of my nylon-encased flesh, and as his hand roamed further up my lower leg I quivered in anticipation. Uncrossing my legs following a prompt from Maddie, who was capturing the close-up detail with a hand-held camera, Jolyon ‘s hand moved further into the space between my legs, and he expertly caressed the surface of my inner thigh, progressing slowly from the top of my stocking to the bare skin above, the place where a woman’s skin is always softest and most yielding in texture. I was being truly seduced, and I could not have wished for a more delicious scenario had this really been my own boyfriend and this my own front room. As Jolyon’s other hand started to caress my breasts through my blouse, which he soon began to unbutton, my hands began to trace the outline of his cock through the fine cloth of his suit. A few more minutes saw that wonderful instrument of pleasure in my hand, and Maddie captured a series of frames which illustrated how I drew back his foreskin to reveal the shining surface beneath. This, I knew, was to enter and claim me soon. It was not long before we had virtually stripped each other, and as I stood in front of my lover, shrugged my blouse over my shoulders, and turned for him to unfasten my brassiere, I was ready to be fucked. After deftly unfastening the catch of my bra, Jolyon’s hands caressed my copious orbs, sending ripples of pleasure through my receptive body. Releasing one of my soft titties, he took his hand to the clasp of my Laura Ashley skirt, releasing it, and allowing that garment to pool around my feet. I stepped backwards, out of the circle of expensive cloth it had made on the floor, and let Jolyon admire his date. He quickly shed the remainder of his clothes, and then knelt, his hands raising in order to denude me of my lacy panties. His tongue eagerly sought my yawning pussy, and I came on the instant it burrowed just a fraction within my body. I was ready. Jolyon scooped me up and carried me lovingly back to the sofa, where he placed my soaking quim on the edge of the seat and under the unflinching gaze of Maddie’s hand-held camera, with Com covering the greater scene of our congress from the tripod, he began to slowly fuck me. I could feel every ripple and bulge of his cock as it entered my body, pushing my moistened labia apart. He held my legs wide open, the pressure of his hands on my nyloned ankles giving me an intense desire to be held down, owned, used by my lover. At Maddie’s instigation, he took me doggy style, and then with one leg over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his buttock. Though Maddie’s suggestions with regard to the positions we were to adopt in our coupling were prompted by the pictures she needed to take, I think she enjoyed seeing what Jolyon was doing to me, how he was possessing my body as a man should possess a woman sexually, how he was delighting in its display and abandonment just as much as she was – and as I was too. I heard some noises in the background and saw Com disappear. Jolyon was desperately holding on to his load. Maddie warned me that ‘my boyfriend’s best friend’ had just arrived, and it was about time too, considering the state Jolyon was so evidently in. He was very close to losing his seed, I could tell. At the point of his likely explosion, Maddie bade him withdraw, and a couple of deft strokes from my hand saw her camera capture the urgent emission of a hot stream of sperm across my breasts. Com’s camera, on the other hand, captured the door opening in the back ground and the shocked face of Jolyon’s supposed ‘best friend’ as he witnessed the closing of act one in my lubricious sexual drama.

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By *lirts.R.usCouple
over a year ago

lanarkshire

Liking this a hell of a lot

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By *untooMan
over a year ago

manchester

Such brilliant, entertaining writing. Thank you

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By *cotFit4funMan
over a year ago

Kettering

Fantastic

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By *untooMan
over a year ago

manchester

I’ve read this story countless time and never tire of the brilliant way in which it is written. I’m on edge waiting for the next chapter

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

It was a few seconds before I realised we had company, so focussed was I upon the salty tribute which Jolyon had deposited upon the quivering flesh of my pale titties. As I leaned back to see who had joined us, I received a shock. The stranger, whom Maddie introduced as Joshua, was tall, muscular, and black. The only black cocks I had ever seen had been in the pages of those coy 1980s porno mags, where pussies were held open and cocks were always floppy, with the two seldom if ever touching. All the myths I had heard about the physical attributes of what we now so glibly call the BBC crowded into my mind, and I became a moist tissue of erotic curiosity in consequence. He was good looking, and turned out to be another student, an actor at a well-known London drama academy. Maddie and Com had done the right thing by not telling me the entirety of the scenario I was at present enacting – their cameras caught my initial look of surprise, and the subsequent gaze of pure lust, without any pretence or acting on my part. ‘Michelle’, I silently told myself ‘you are going to be well fucked this afternoon’. What on earth had I become?

A little posing between the boys was organised, to convey to the eventual reader the idea that Jolyon had effectively offered my aroused body to his best friend. Needless to say, the long preliminaries of seduction were not needed for this continuation of the photo-shoot. As I lay back on the sofa, the two boys massaged Jolyon’s still-warm semen into my receptive breasts, while I handled their two very naked cocks. Jolyon, despite having shot his load, remain ned commendably hard while I massaged his soaking member, though Joshua needed no such stimulation. His cock was rock hard, as thick as my slim wrist, bigger than anything I had ever dreamed of. With Jolyon’s visible approval (conveyed to the reader in gestures suggested to him by Maddie), I turned to suck my new lover for the first time. The head of his cock was huge – there was no other word for it – bulbous, shiny: what on earth would it feel like when it finally slid into my wanton little pussy? I struggled to get it into my mouth, but once his glans had passed my teeth I was able, by controlling my breathing, to stimulate him with my tongue. Though relatively inexperienced, I believe I was a promising fellatrix, if the expression on Joshua’s mobile face was anything to be believed. To hear his cultured, actor’s voice, mouthing the most crude appreciation of my oral skills was a thrill in itself. Jolyon, in the meantime, had applied his mouth to my hairless pussy and was tonguing me to orgasm once more As I shuddered to completion I was fearful that Joshua would lose control and flood my mouth, though he held his nerve. I just wanted him inside me so much. Jolyon, by this stage, had penetrated me again: for the first time in my life, I was taking two cocks! Just a couple of hours ago I had never met either of these boys, and now they were both engaged in the most intimate act that might connect a man with a woman – together. At that moment I truly knew the joy of being shared, and realised that it is not abnormal to desire more than one lover in your life, or indeed, to want more than one lover in your body at the same time. At Maddie’s prompting we changed places, with Jolyon now sitting on the sofa, me kneeling in front of him, and sucking him voraciously once more, and Joshua behind me, his huge black cock poised to enter my pussy. Maddie kept him outside for what seemed an age, taking shot after shot of him as he inched towards the moist target. Maddie leaned forward to whisper in my ear, squeezing my hanging breast as she did so ‘This is it, Michelle. Only the fourth cock you have ever taken, and your first black one. Enjoy every moment and let me see it!’ She signalled to Joshua that he might take me, and her camera again took shot after shot of the gradual ingress of just over nine inches of solid flesh into my waiting body. I gasped. He was truly possessing me, stretching my insides to accommodate his girth as well as his length, opening me more than anyone – my college boyfriend, Maddie with her strap-on, Com or Jolyon – had ever done before. I was more full than I could imagine, and when my hand strayed down to my denuded pubic mound I could feel how distended I was with his bulk. And then he began to fuck me, as I had never been fucked before. With long, slow strokes that pulsed every nerve in my lower body. With a bulky return as he reinserted himself having emerged wet and glistening from my interior. With tenderness and power. I realised that while Com was now using a hand-held camera to catch Joshua’s ownership of my pussy, Maddie was taking shots of my alternately languorous and lustful facial expressions, where I visibly moved from displaying passive submission to the strange sensations he aroused in body and mind alike to showing my need for more, yet more, stimulation of my sexual being. I was being used, filled, fucked, owned and shared by my fictional boyfriend with his equally fictional best friend. If this had been reality, I would just want this to go on and on, to happen again and again, so much was it turning me on.

Maddie had me turn over, so that Joshua was facing me at the point of no return. I could see, now, why Maddie had selected pearlescent grey for my stockings. They made a wonderful contrast against Joshua’s ebony skin. With his knees beneath me, he continued to fuck my quivering body, while I kept my calves crossed over the small of his back. I’ve seen the photographs: it was a wonderful image. Joshua’s thumb was now stimulating my sensitive clitoris, while Jolyon had positioned himself above my face. I was madly licking his balls as he pumped his own rod. When I took his shaven sack into my mouth he groaned and called for the chance to let his seed flow. Sensing that the end was near for my two lovers, Maddie gave them the signal to complete the scenario with a conventional cum-shot. Pulling his cock quickly from my body, Joshua shot a huge stream of pearlescent seed across the whole length of my body, hitting me square in the face. Maddie captured every micro-second of its progress, and as Jolyon seemed to be lagging slightly behind, squeezed his balls with her free hand, resulting in him evacuating a smaller wad across my momentarily closed mouth and chin. That was the only disappointment so far as she was concerned, that she was unable to capture his sperm’s ingress into my mouth, though I did my best to compensate her by licking my lips and presenting her with a tongue coated with salty residue.

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By *untooMan
over a year ago

manchester

Speechless. Please more.

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By *dward_TeagueMan
over a year ago

wolverhampton

Fantastic story

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By *onle81Man
over a year ago

Sherborne

Fabulous story and writing OP

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath


"Fabulous story and writing OP "

Thank you! There's a little more to come, before this part of Michelle's story ends.

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By *stingxMan
over a year ago

Glasgow

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Very good wow

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By *and2aCouple
over a year ago

aberdeen

Mmm

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

The three of us were exhausted. The boys went to shower downstairs, while Maddie took me upstairs. I was coated with semen, which ran down my body and soaked my stockings as I rolled them down. To my surprise, Maddie had me lie down on the bed while she gazed at my distended orifice. ‘You should see how much he has opened you up’, she said, and held a mirror at my gaping gash. I was shocked, to say the least, as I had not closed up. Then Maddie touched my clit, and as I came I felt her whole hand slide easily inside my distended orifice. I came again as she withdrew it with a smile. She beckoned me into the shower with her: ‘Come, I’ll soap you off’. I never saw either of the boys again.

Maddie kept her promise, and we both enjoyed her husband across the evening that followed. As I said earlier, I was a comparative novice at fellatio, so she decided to give me a lesson. The highlight of the session was the two of us holding his cock in the space between our kissing mouths, a moment of incommunicable intimacy for the three of us. If you have never tried a threesome, whatever the combination of sexes, you have never experienced how intense such a moment can be. Maddie, though, left the final evacuation of Com’s juices to me, and to me alone. She bade me relax, and take him as deep as I could. Then, as she massaged his heavy balls with one hand, I felt his member swell, and before I could withdraw she placed her other hand on the back of my head, holding it gently in place as her husband began to spasm and spurt. I felt Com’s sperm hit the back of my throat and knew that, truly, I had given my first real blow job.

I woke late on Sunday morning in an empty bed. Pulling on a bathrobe I wandered into the dining room, where I found coffee and my hosts poring over the pictures from the pervious day. Even as contact prints, they were incredibly arousing, and I thrilled at the thought of how they might look across the pages of a glossy magazine. Even though Com himself had but recently shot them, they made him visibly hard beneath his bathrobe, and his cock kept poking through to show his appreciation of how well I had performed for his camera. At no time did I ever feel this was a sordid thing – really, the whole experience was to me intensely erotic, and felt as stylish and as any piece of quality erotica. It was the visual equivalent of Anais Nin or Emmanuelle Arsan, rather than an echo of the comparatively crude stories I had occasionally read between the covers of British girlie mags. One thing I was certain of was that I didn’t want to model for these: there was too much chance of being recognised, and in any case they just felt too tame after the wild initiation I had received into the heady world of Continental sexual liberation.

I asked them whether they had any plans for the afternoon, and Com confirmed that it was going to be an easy day as far as they were concerned, and that I could join in if I wished when they made love after the proof-picture had been collected by the courier. I didn’t need much persuasion, as you can imagine, and once the courier had cycled away, never suspecting the nature of the material in his bag, we three decamped to the bedroom. ‘Do you want to dress for dinner?’, Maddie queried, and I asked her what was the customary garb for a Sunday afternoon’s fuck. Given the exertions of the previous day, we two decided on nothing more than stockings and suspenders, but then Maddie surprised me by offering me a choice of two identical plain packets. I chose, and opened, the one on the left, and pulled out a pair of very sheer blue nylons. She smiled and opened the remaining packet. Hers were equally sheer, but a delicate pink in colour. ‘Good’, she said ‘Today you get to be the boy!’ Once we were dressed in our nylons, Maddie went to the toy cupboard and retrieved a strap-on cock, which she fixed into place on my body. It featured a little protrusion that rested lightly on my clit, but which I knew would stimulate that sensitive bud as soon as I began to take on the male role and fuck my ‘girlfriend’. Maddie’s sheer kinkiness was astonishing. She knelt and sucked on my textured rubber cock with all the enthusiasm that she had applied to the erect member visible on her husband, who watched our play keenly from the same chair I had occupied yesterday. Then she lay back on the bed and, holding herself open, looked me in the eye and said ‘Ease it up me, big boy!’. This was certainly a different kind of role play, as verbally she treated me as she would treat a man. Her physical response similarly ignored my biological sex, as she squeezed and cradled my artificial testicles. We changed position, and I prepared began to take her doggy style. ‘No’, she said, ‘take my arse. There’s lube next to you’. I reached for the tube of lube which Com had deposited on the bed, understanding her motive, and he watched keenly as my rubber cock was guided into his wife’s tightest orifice. The lube was amazing: there was no resistance at all, and I was able to penetrate her tight arse with the ease with which I had just fucked her soaking quim. I was enjoying myself immensely, the strap-on stimulating me as much as her, when I paused for breath. At that point I felt something cold at my own brown star, and without warning felt the tip of Com’s lubricated cock apply pressure to the resistance of my virgin sphincter. I grimaced, and felt a stab of pain as the untried route was tested, and as I began to mouth the word ‘No’ relaxed sufficiently for his glans to pass the muscular ring of my anus. As I gasped for breath in surprise he resumed his pressure gently, and to my surprise he filled my back passage as thoroughly as Joshua had recently occupied my vagina. We three paused in expectation, and as Com began to shaft me I too began to penetrate his wife. We moved in unison, him fucking me fucking her, man fucking woman-as-man fucking woman, a delicious train of sensation and feeling. I began to cum first, as the pressure on my sensitive clit brought me to climax, and I had the pleasure of observing husband and wife achieve a mutual orgasm, even though Com’s cock was in me rather than in Maddie. It was gorgeous, and I was not at all dismayed at the thought that the mathematical odds would most likely see me in pink stockings next time we played this game – for I was certain that we would play it.

Of course, all good things must come to an end, and so I prepared to leave for Paddington. I went to remove my stockings, but Maddie told me to keep them and the suspender belt. After all, she noted, I had lost one pair of white knickers and my bra was probably seriously compromised from the Saturday fun I had enjoyed with Com. Luckily I had a skirt and blouse that would not clash with my new blue legwear, and so I set off back to my college hall, a liberated and experienced woman, ready for adventure.

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By *xyBs2022Couple
over a year ago

Lancs

excellent

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By *ohnny4playMan
over a year ago

Kinross

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By *lirts.R.usCouple
over a year ago

lanarkshire

Great story

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By *untooMan
over a year ago

manchester

I hope you tell us about more adventures

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By *nglianmanMan
over a year ago

Ipswich

Awesome story... One of the best I have read in a long time.... Finished too... Makes a change...

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By *cotFit4funMan
over a year ago

Kettering

Awesome stuff

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By *oukevCouple
over a year ago

Lancaster

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By *ary1001xMan
over a year ago

Hillsborough

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By *and2aCouple
over a year ago

aberdeen

Mmm

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By *oss25Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

Excellent

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By *onle81Man
over a year ago

Sherborne

Absolutely fantastic story!

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By *oxtrotOscar654Man
over a year ago

Framlingham, Woodbridge Suffolk

Amazing, absolutely amazing so well written. I hope you have many more that can be read. Please keep up the fantastic writing and thank you.

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By *antsguy007Man
over a year ago

Whiteley

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By *ince163Man
over a year ago

Birmingham

That was incredible, really enjoyed it.

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By *ack with a bangCouple
over a year ago

Hastings

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By *iptopcoolMan
over a year ago

mid

Simply WOW

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By *he-ProfessorMan
over a year ago

cheltenham

Fantastic

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

One of the best stories I’ve read on here

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By *and2aCouple
over a year ago

aberdeen

Mmm

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Amazing story Wow

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By *yron 2013 OP   Man
over a year ago

Bath

The next episode in Michelle's story will be posted in a minute or so! Enjoy x

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By *ohnny4playMan
over a year ago

Kinross


"The next episode in Michelle's story will be posted in a minute or so! Enjoy x"

I was waiting and hoping, I should have checked - you continued on a new thread!

Note to other followers of this tale, use the green arrow.

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