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By *est-couple OP Man
over a year ago
Southwick (near Trowbridge) |
Hard-core then, as now, usually finishes with a money shot that sees the man shoot his sperm into the mouth, across the face or onto the breasts of his female counterpart. Someone, though, had requested that he cum inside of her - what is today known as a creampie, but then had no real name at all in the UK: cum inside, I guess - so that it could be photographed draining out of her onto the sheet, where it would again contrast spectacularly with the dark coverlet.
Peter laid The Model of her back again, and entered her willing pussy in a slick, single stroke. The focus here was to be the cumshot, and their respective orgasms, which they would try to portray with suitable facial expressions. Peter, though, had silently slipped out of character, and was now determined to enjoy his conquest, whilst still providing his audience with good images and a cascade of thick cream. I watched the Model's expressions, and noted how her toes moved within the sheer nylon of her pale stockings - certainly her big toe kept moving aside from its immediate neighbour: she was enjoying being fucked by this 76 year old lover, and was also quite possibly enjoying selling her image as much as she had sold her body to the photographers who clustered around the two.
As he pounded into her, she kept him close and deep with her calves and and ankles crossed attractively across his back, his arse - alternately tensing and easing - beneath them. He spread her legs, though, in order to go deeper, and his pace increased. He was now holding her legs apart by the ankles and pounding her fiercely. He spoke to her, breathlessly: 'Jennifer' The use of her name came as something of a shock: it was a sudden reminder of who she was.
'Jennifer, you're not on the Pill.'
'I am'
'No, you're not. Imagine it. What would you say to me?'
She entered into character, throwing her head sideways in panic. He spoke again:
'I'm going to come in you now!'
'No, no, don't, please. I'm not on the Pill and it's my most fertile time of the month! You've had my body, please pull out, please....'
He raised her ankles to his shoulder once more. The shutters licked furiously.
'This position is called the babymaker...'
'Please don't, you'll get me pregnant!'
'I'm seeding you, Jennifer.'
He took her stockinged ankles and moved them from his shoulders, bringing them together in front of his face, making her pussy as tight a passage as it could possibly be for his pounding, seventy-six year old cock. With a roar he exploded deep within her, the head of his cock touching her cervix and evacuating its seed into the deepest recesses of her reproductive system. If she hadn't been on the Pill, he certainly WOULD have impregnated her. As he had planned, she came too, his lascivious words finally pushing her mind to the pitch of erotic sensitivity that her body had endured for some minutes. She came as a woman, trembling, shuddering, roaring her own pleasure and we were able to capture both genuinely ecstatic faces in a single frame, a rarity far in excess of any banal cumshot. He withdrew gently, giving us the desired shots of her distended vagina, and a second or two later, the river of his creamy seed, which flooded out of her passage and pooled upon the dark, tightly woven coverlet.
Rather formally, he pecked her on the cheek, and set off back to his dressing room, whilst we continued to photograph Jennifer sitting and leaking copious amounts of cum. With our encouragement she played with it, swirling it about on the sheet, anointed her nipples and tasted its sticky saltiness as she scooped it between two of her long fingers.
The photographers thanked her profusely, for she had been an exceptional model, and she headed towards the shower and dressing room. Peter had already left.
While she showered I chatted to Sarah, who expressed an interest in how I might have captured the evening as compared to how she had. She thought photography was a little gendered at times, and spoke as a retired professional. We agreed to swap pictures, and she said farewell to Jennifer and myself as the latter returned from her shower, more sensibly dressed in leggings and a t-shirt.
It had been a wonderful introduction for her to the world of REAL adult photography, and an eye-opener for me also.
And, yes, we fucked like newlyweds when we got home!
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this is great! !!