Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Caught in the Act Author: Wizard Summary: A young girl catches a photographer by surprise Keywords: Mg - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Standard Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction for adults only. If you under the age of eighteen, please leave. Staying may result in activities which the American Medical Association says may lead to hairy palms or blindness. And I don't want to be resposible. I'd love to hear your reactions to this story or my other stories which are archived at ASSTR under Authors/Wizard Please drop me a note at JohnWizard13@Hotmail.com <mailto:JohnWizard13@Hotmail.com> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Caught in the Act Wizard I was sitting in my office jerking off while looking at one of my kids. No, that isn't how to start, I don't want you to think that I'm some incestuous father. I wasn't. It wasn't one of MY kids, it was one of my kids. Okay, this is getting all confused. I need to start at the beginning. I'm Nick Williams. Wait for it, Yes, it's coming. Yes, that Nick Williams. The award winning, best selling photographer. Modesty prevents me from saying more. If you don't know me, I'm a photographer and my specialty is photographing kids. Some of the kids are dressed, some half-dressed, and some naked. I'm not a pornographer, I'm an artist. At least according to current federal law. There's a federal code that says that naked children are not necessarily pornographic. The images are not supposed to be erotic or contain children engaged in sexual acts either by themselves, with other children or with adults. That law can't give exact parameters of what is or isn't erotic or pornographic. Which is why we have frequent court cases where legitimate photographers such as David Hamilton, or innocent parents photographing their own children are hauled into court, or where child pornographers get let free. It's hard to define just where the line that marks pornography begins. Anyway, so far I've been lucky. I've never been hauled into court and my twelve books of photographs are all selling well, even the first one I did seven years ago is still in print and you can find it in most large bookstores. That doesn't make me rich, but it lets me keep permanent studios in New York and San Francisco. And I have homes in Idaho and St. Maarten, so I do okay. So I'm sitting in my office in my house in Idaho. My office is in the back of the house overlooking a large fenced backyard. The yard is fantastic and cost almost as much as the house. I have a standard sized swimming pool that connects to a hundred foot long lap swim. And I have a twelve foot waterfall that drains into a stream that meanders through the seven acre yard. Lots of green grass and wildflowers, definitely worth the money. My office is on the first floor and has a sliding glass door looking over this wonderland. The rest of the first floor is taken up by a utility room with washer/dryer and a couple of freezers. A dark room and a spare bedroom that I was using a library finished off the floor. Upstairs was a kitchen, three more bedrooms, and a huge living room with a glass wall looking over my back yard wonderland. When I come home from shooting, I scan all my film into my computer which lets me check them out, pick out sequences and generally play with them. Then I can print the ones I really want and put them together into a book format for my publisher. So I was sitting in my office and jacking off while looking at pictures of my kids on the computer monitor. The kids are so hot. I'd been wearing just a pair of shorts, no underwear and no shirt, so all I had to do is work my hard cock out of the leg hole of my shorts and start to stroke with one hand as I clicked through the pictures with my mouse in the other hand. The stereo was playing some country stuff. I heard a sound to my left and glanced at the sliding glass door and a girl was standing there. My hand froze on my cock as I looked at her. She was eleven or twelve, dressed in shorts and a Lisa Simpson t-shirt and her arm was up as if she'd been about to knock. I stood up and turned toward the door, my hand still wrapped around my cock. The girl stepped back, staring at my cock, then she turned and ran. I stared for a couple of seconds, then let go of my cock and tucked it back in my shorts. I went to the door and looked out in time to see the gate slam shut. I ran back through the house and opened the front door and looked out just in time to see the girl disappear down the driveway. I had no idea who she was or what she wanted. I shrugged and started back to the office. Then on an impulse I went back to the front door and tried the doorbell. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. Battery must be dead, that's why I didn't hear anything. She probably heard the stereo playing in the back of the house and came around to knock. I walked around the side and through the gate, which I locked, and into the back yard. I striped off my shorts and jumped into the pool and started swimming laps. Fifty three lengths of the lap pool is a shade over a mile and gave me a really good workout. I climbed out of the pool and walked back to my office. As I slid open the door, I heard the phone. I'd been think about rigging a loudspeaker for the phone to the backyard, but I kind of liked not being able to hear the phone when I was in my special world. I answered the phone and hello was the last word I got to speak. A woman was on the other end and the nicest thing she called me was pervert. I was kind of used to calls like these, but I'd never gotten one at home before. I always got them when I was working somewhere. I was about to hang up when she said something about `jerking off in front of my daughter'. I realized that this wasn't a typical you're a pervert because you take dirty pictures calls. I decided to wait until she ran down and try to explain, but she didn't wear down. She ranted for almost twenty minutes and then hung up before I could say a word. I looked at the phone until it started an irritating buzzing and I hung up. Somewhere in the tirade she'd threatened to call the police, but that didn't worry me. I'd been in my own home, and not known she was there, and when you get right down to it, she was trespassing. Over the next few days I forgot all about it. I got a lot of work done and I did a lot of playing. Basically I recharged my batteries. I was almost ready to go back to work. I'd done a lot of work on my new book and needed some more pictures to finish it off. I was thinking about a trip to North Dakota or Minnesota, a lot of kids with Scandinavian looks would make a nice counter point to the pictures I already had. On Friday the doorbell rang about ten. I'd been upstair cleaning up after breakfast. I went downstairs and opened the door and the girls was there. She smiled awkwardly and said hi. I had a chance to get a better look at her. She had golden blond hair that hung about four inches below her shoulders. she was skinny and straight as a rail. Today she was wearing a light blue one-piece swimsuit under a pair of too big cut-offs. Tennis shoes without socks completed her outfit. She didn't seem to have any breasts at all and she was wearing a gold chain around her neck with something silver hanging between where her breasts would be someday. Considering the phone call I'd gotten from her mom. I almost didn't want to talk to her. "Yes." I said cautiously. "Hi again. I'm Heather." she said. I waited. "Uh, I kinda wanted to apologize." "What for." "Well, the other day when I came over, I saw you doing... I mean, I kinda freaked out. When I got home, I told mom why I was weirded out, and then she freaked and called you and read you the riot act, and I... I mean, you didn't do anything wrong." I chuckled. "You should try breathing when you talk. Makes life easier." "I get kinda excited." she said and breathed out with a huff. "I guess you do." I agreed. "Well, no harm done." I said to let her off the hook. "Does your mom know you're here?" "No way. She'd freak. She's sure you're some kind of trenchcoat wearing pervert." "Never owned a trenchcoat in my life." I told her. "Shouldn't you be in school?" "Yeah. I cut. Another thing that'd freak her out. We're doing a field day at school and I wasn't in the mood." "Why did you come over the other day?" "Oh." she said, looking embarrassed. "I almost forgot. I'm a girl scout and I have a few boxes of cookies left. I tried several times before, but you're never home." "I travel a lot." I explained. "What kind of cookies. I love the peanut butter ones." "I have three boxes of those." She said with a smile. "Where do you travel?" "I'll take all three." I said, and then answered her question. "I work in San Francisco and new York a lot. But I travel all over the country. I think I'm going to Minnesota next week." "Why would anybody who lives in New York and San Francisco come back here?" "I like watermelon Mountain. It's calm and peaceful here." I said with a smile. "Too peaceful, It's dead." I chuckled. "How much for the cookies?" I asked. "Four dollars a box, so twelve bucks for the three." "Come on in and I'll get you some money." I turned and walked up the stairs and the girl followed. Upstairs in the living room, I found my wallet on the coffee table and dug out a five and a ten. "Keep the change." I told her and she grinned, I guess Girl Scouts don't get a lot of tips. "Could I ask you something?" she said with a small blush. I nodded. "It's personal." she added. I nodded again. "Why were you... I mean, Why did you... Why were you playing with yourself?" It was my turn to blush. "Well, I was looking at some pictures on the computer and I got... well I thought I was alone." "What kind of pictures? Did you get some porn off the internet?" she accused gently. "No." I said with a small laugh. "I'm a photographer and I was looking at some of my pictures." "What kind of pictures?" she asked. "Well..." I was kind of embarrassed to put it into words. "Kids, mostly." "Kids? Like me?" "Yes." "So you were looking at kids and got turned on?" "Yes." "Can I see them?" "I guess so. Come on downstairs." I led her down to the office and turned on my computer. While the computer was booting she went to the door and looked out at my playground. "It's fantastic out there. I couldn't believe it when I was here before." She came and sat on my leg, looking at the screen. I opened the current file and the first picture popped up. It was a cute redhead, seven years old, she was only wearing panties and laying across a chair. "She's not wearing a shirt." "No, she's not." I agreed, as I clicked on a new picture. This one was fifteen, completely naked and doing the splits. Heather's eyes went wide. "You make porno?" "No, this is considered art. It's all legal. Those are my books." I said, pointing at a bookshelf with twelve big books on it. "It's legal. As long as the model and their parents agree and a parent is present when I do the photographing. There's no sex of course, and a boy can't have a full erection." "Oh." I gave her the mouse and watched as she flipped through the files. Her eyes got big again when she got to the boy's pictures. The first one was a boy just about her age, long blond hair tied back in a ponytail and an angelic face. Add that too a five inch long cock that was about half hard and I think Heather was in love. "That's Daniel, he lives in Boston." I told her. "He's gorgeous." she said breathily. "Yes he is." I agreed. She flipped through more pictures. "What's this?" she asked, using the mouse to point at a file folder marked private. "Those are some of my private pictures." "Can I see." She asked even as she clicked the mouse, but was frustrated when it asked for a password. "I can get in a lot of trouble for having these pictures and even more for letting you see them." I told her. She looked at me with the puppydog face that young girls are so good at. "The password is gymnastics9.2." She typed it in and the folder opened, displaying a couple dozen other folders. "Try Daniel." I suggested. She clicked on the Daniel folder and daniel popped up again. In this picture he was fully hard. "I thought they couldn't have erections?" she asked. "They can't, that's why this picture is in my private directory. Daniel's mom had left for coffee. Keep going." She kept clicking as she went through the pictures you could see Daniel walking across the floor and his hard cock swinging from side to side. Then he sat in a big overstuffed chair with his legs spread wide. Then he grabbed his cock at the base and started to stroke it. Heather looked up at me and then back at the picture. In the last picture in the set you could actually see the first squirt of cum coming out of her his and the look of bliss on his face. "Wow." "Glad you liked it." I told her. She swivelled around on my leg and looked at me. "Would you like to photograph me? Am I cute enough?" I coughed to cover my surprise. "You're definitely cute enough, but I never take pictures where I live, besides, your mom would never go for it, she already thinks I'm a pervert." "I wasn't planning to ask her." She said as she swung around to the computer again. She opened a file called mark and Brian. Two buys, one fourteen and one thirteen, both with full erections." "Cousins." I explained. "I shot them together." "I didn't see them in the regular file." "That's because I shot them a couple of years ago. They were in my last book and their pictures were in a different directory." She clicked to the next picture and the two boys were sitting together on a love seat, each with his cock in his hand. The next several in the series showed the two handsome boys jerking themselves off. "You may want to stop now and try a different file." I suggested. "Why?" she asked looking at me. "You may not like the next pictures." She looked back at the screen and clicked the mouse. The next picture showed the smaller boy who was mark and actually the older of the two with his hand on his cock and his cousins. Heather clicked again. Now both boys were playing with the other's cock. She kept clicking and Brian started sucking Mark's cock and then the two did a `69 to suck each other. Heather seemed disappointed when the series ended. "Mom went out for coffee, I take it?" "Actually it was Brian's dad, and he went out for lunch." "They don't look gay" she said as half question, half complaint. "They weren't. You should have seen their girlfriends. I would have liked to photograph the four of them together, but the girl's mothers wouldn't go for it. They were just two healthy horny boys." "Wow." Heather stood up and peeled her swimsuit off her shoulders and down her chest, exposing the dark coloration off her future nipples. She hadn't started to develop at all. "I know I haven't got anything up here yet, but would you take pictures of me out there." she said waving at my backyard. "Maybe you could take some of me swimming." "Okay." She grinned and pushed her cutoffs down her legs, then she skinned her swimsuit over her hips and down her legs. Without any embarrassment she stepped out of the pile of clothes. I was amazed because even though her breasts hadn't started yet, she had a really nice patch of dark blond hair that covered her little slit. I'd expected a bald pussy. She stepped closer. "Do you like my pussy?" "I love your pussy." I told her. "You can touch it if you take good pictures." she said and skipped to the door. She opened it and disappeared out into the yard. I grinned and opened a drawer in my desk and pulled out a digital camera. The quality wasn't quite as good as 35MM but it was just for the computer and this way she could see them immediately. I took half a dozed memory cards and stuck them in my pockets. I followed her out into my wonderland. She was standing near the deep end of the pool. "Ready?" she asked. I nodded, turned on the camera and brought the view finder up to my eye. She waved and dove off the side. I clicked the picture just before she entered the water. We spent the next hour taking pictures in poses all over the back yard. She really was very photogenic. I wished I could photograph her for my book. When I told her that I was out of memory, she wanted to swim so more so we walked back to the pool. She said, "You come too." and tugged my shorts down. I stepped out of them and set the camera on top of them. Then we raced to the pool and dove in. Just as I was coming up for air, I felt a hand wrap around my cock, which as you might imagine was rock hard. It had been a long time since someone had touched me there. I was usually too busy. And truth be told, I could never stay in a relationship longer than a month. I started cumming right in the pool. Heather surfaced, looking startled, but she kept her hand on my cock. I reached down and stroked her pussy. As I finished cumming. I let myself slip beneath the water and slip out of Heather's grip. I could see her pussy clearly in the clean water. I moved closer, grabbing her legs just below the knees and pulled myself up to her and mashed my face into her pussy. She didn't try to pull away, so I opened my mouth, water pouring in and pushed me tongue into her slit. I lifted her leg and put it over my shoulder, then I did the same with the other and stood up. I was giving her a shoulder ride with my face still buried in her pussy. I pushed the water in my mouth out in a steady stream up her pussy, she shuddered. I started licking her clit as I walked toward the side of the pool. As I got to the side, I cupped her ass and leaned forward, letting slid off my shoulders onto the side of the pool. I sucked her clit and tickled it with my tongue until I felt her tighten up and then shudder with the release of orgasm. I stood up, looking at the eleven year old girl laying there, her legs still spread. Then it hit me what I had just done. I felt sick at the pit of my stomach. I didn't think jail would agree with me. "Sorry about that." I told her. She sat up and looked at me, "Why, I'm not. I've wanted to do that since I saw you jacking off." I was amazed. I climbed out of the pool, turned over and laid on my back. My cock had gotten hard again while I played with Heather's pussy and it pointed to the sky. I closed my eyes against the sun. Then I felt Heather kneel on me. Her knees on either side of my hips and her butt on my thighs. I looked up at her shielding my eyes with my open hand. "I've been a virgin for eleven years." she said, with a serious look on her face. "I think that's long enough." She grabbed my cock and sat up on her knees. She pulled my cock down at an angle until it was touching the entrance to her pussy. In one move before I could say a word she dropped her weight on my cock. I felt it slip into her vagina and rip past her hymen, until her weight settled on my hips. A couple of small tears were sliding from the corners of her eyes and making a wet trail down her cheeks. I reached up and with my thumbs wiped them away. "Most girls prefer to ease into breaking their cherries." I told her. "Most girls get into a cold pool a little at a time." She replied bravely. "Just relax and sit there. Give your cunt a little time to get used to my cock." "It's a nice cock." she told me, giggling over the word cock. "Well it's not huge, just average. But it works for me." "And me." she said, moving experimentally. It must not have hurt too bad, because she lifted herself up, my cock almost sliding out of her and then rammed me back into her. "That's so much better than a finger or a brush handle." she told me. "A brush handle?" "When you get horny, you use what's handy." "Oh." That's when she started fucking me for real. She may have been eleven and having her first fuck, but she was as enthusiastic and seemed initiatively to know what to do. I didn't want to cum, but it felt better than I'd had before. I felt myself approaching the point of no return, just as she arched her back and I let myself go and we came together. She collapsed against me and we lay there with her pressed to my chest. "Can you wait seven years?" she asked dreamily. "Seven years?" I asked confused. "Yeah, in seven years we can get married. Can you wait?" "You're not going to want me seven years from now, but I'll wait." "Yes I will." she said definitely. "I can see us happily married. Until then you can play around and so can I. But on my eighteenth birthday, we get married and stop fooling around." And we did. And we lived happily ever after. [Sorry - couldn't resist]