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Kristina's Photo Session (MF, exh)
By: Phran the Resident Pervert
May 1998
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Kristina approached me to take nude photos of her. She told me
that they were for her husband's birthday.
I was shell shocked when she asked me. Her husband, Tom, and her
were over for a barbecue one Saturday afternoon. She eventually
found the opportunity to ask me when neither of our spouses could
over hear our conversation.
I said yes, and we made arrangements for Sunday, tomorrow, at ten
in the morning at a well-known lover's lane.
Fortunately Tom and my wife, Hillary, have similar tastes. They
had been plotting to go to a bunch of yard sales. Neither Kristina
nor myself are into that. They didn't even bother to invite us.
They informed us that they would be gone all day. Then Tom would
pick Hillary up at nine in the morning in his pickup truck. They
would not plan on being back until almost dark. Kristina and I had
seen this happen many times before. That made our plans work out
for the best.
Let me describe Kristina. She is about five feet four inches tall,
on the thin side, very long dark curly hair, and she does look
great. She is forty-two but you would never guess it. She has real
tiny breasts but that just seems to make her even sexier. He
nipples are almost always hard too.
I was at the lover's lane on time. Kristina arrived a few minutes
later. She had on a loose fitting sweat suit. I was a little
disappointed. I expected her to be dressed to kill.
"Hi! How come your dressed like that?" I asked.
"I didn't want any bra or panty marks on my skin for the photos."
She replied.
"Good thinking." I said. "Shell we get started?"
"Yes! I have been thinking about it so much my pussy is dripping."
She answered.
I grabbed my backpack, which was loaded with lenses and film. I
slung my 35mm SLR camera around my neck aimed it at Kristina and
clicked off two shots.
She seductively slipped off the bottoms and I took more photos.
She stood there in a pair of flats with this big sweatshirt almost
to her knees. She was totally covered.
Next, she grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt and started inching
it up wards. Inch by inch I could see her pussy covered with dark
hair that matched the hair on her head. It was cropped close and
trimmed a little at the sides. I got to see her belly button, her
rib cage, the under side of her tiny breasts, her nipples, and
then her whole breasts. She stood there a full minute with her
sweatshirt covering her face with her whole body exposed to my
camera from her neck to her ankles.
A moment later the shirt was over her head, straightened, and
handed to me. She picked up the pants and handed them to me also.
"Keep these in your back pack just incase I need them. You never
know if someone may arrive unexpected."
"Okay." I said as I stuffed them away and shot some more pictures.
She led me to a great looking bush. "Start clicking." she said as
she posed. I photographed her standing, leaning, bending,
squatting, arching, twisting, and turning. She was beautiful and
could she move for the camera. She was a natural.
She went to a huge Maple tree next. She could jump up and grab a
branch. I got her just hanging, then with a leg up on the branch.
Eventually she was hanging upside down with her hair hanging
almost to the ground. I went to help her down. "I'm glad you
climbed a tree. I always wanted to kiss you in the crotch." I
laughed.
"Go ahead." She replied and spread her legs as wide as possible.
It wasn't easy as she was still inverted.
I walked close and looked down into her open pussy. First, I
smelled her womanhood scent. She smelled heavenly. Then I put my
lips on her cunt lips and kissed her pussy as passionately as I
could. I started tracing every fold in her inner and outer lips
with the tip of my tongue. Before long I was trying to shove my
whole head down into her snatch. Like they say, you spend nine
months trying to get out and the rest of your life trying to get
back in.
After a very long time of eating her out I realized that she was
sucking my cock. I grabbed her around the waist and backed away
from the tree with her still attached to me. I licked and she
swallowed. I sucked and she swallowed. I just started fucking her
throat in that upside down position. It felt so great I stopped
eating her and just started enjoying myself. I came buckets of
cum. She just swallowed and swallowed every drop.
I never let her down until she finally asked me to.
"Wow! That was super." I said.
"Yea! You weren't so bad yourself." She replied. "I lost track of
how many times I came."
"I think it was only once for me." I said.
"Yes! But that one was more than sufficient." She said. "In fact
it was all I could handle. How about some more pictures. Then when
you are fully recovered you can make love to me good and proper?
Like on a blanket near the bluff."
"It's a deal." I said.
With that I grabbed my camera and backpack again. Kristina led me
to several more interesting backgrounds for photography. She found
wild flowers, a pool of water, and even a tiny waterfall.
We ventured far enough to find a farmers hay field. The bails of
hay looked great with Kristina posing near them.
She waked down a small stream with me shooting several shots.
Kristina even let me photograph her pissing. The first time she
squatted for me. She would start and stop the flow so I could get
several angles. Then an hour later she pissed standing up, legs
spread wide, and liquid dribbling out of her beautiful cunt lips.
We ended up back at the car as I finished off all ten rolls of
thirty-six exposure print film.
She grabbed a blanket out of her car and headed toward the bluff.
I put my backpack and camera in my trunk, removing her sweat suit,
and started toward the bluff too.
She was lying on her back fingering herself to orgasm as I
approached. I stopped and enjoyed the show. She enjoyed me
watching too. As she approached her climax she started moaning.
Her moaning got louder and louder then just as her orgasm hit she
started screaming. I mean screaming. Loud too. I was scared
someone would hear her and think I was killing her.
She saw the look on my face and started laughing. "I always wanted
to do that."
"You could have warned me!" I said.
"Now what fun would that have been?" she replied. "Come on over
her and fuck me big boy."
I unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and dove into her. I
slammed her hard and deep. I ripped out some of her cunt hair with
the teeth on my zipper. I scratched my cock and her cunt lips
pretty good too. She never said a word until I started cumming.
Then all hell cut loose. She clawed my back, screamed into my ear,
and bucked so hard I actually flew off her sweaty body.
When my breathing got back to normal and I could focus my eyes, I
saw that she looked well used. I had done my job well.
Kristina's hair was a mess, her flesh was wet with our combined
sweat, her makeup was smeared, her cunt lips were red and raw,
some fingernails were broken, and she had bruises on her rib cage
and hipbones.
"I hope we can do this again soon!" she said.
"Me too!" I replied.
The End
Phran the Resident Pervert