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Perhaps it is her unexpected desire to be nude in front of him. (M/f-teen, exh, 1st, rom) *** Cute is not the word to describe the teenager, with a smile that was highlighted with dimpled cheeks. Light brown hair, with lighter streaks, a voice that oozed hints of hidden passions, and for those who knew her well. Chrissy, remained a virgin at the age of 17. One mustn’t overlook a body that was a perfect work of art, even with an extra five pounds, and possibly a few more than that, on her 5'3" frame. Chrissy’s exceedingly round 36 C-cup breasts stood out firm and high and many of her dates and other males in general wanted to feel those soft rounded mammary glands with kneading fingers and lips, but so far they remained untouched. Chrissy worked at one of the local fast food restaurants in the small town where she lived, as did I, which was also the county seat. The natural smiles on her face seemed to never leave, and this feature helped make Chrissy popular amongst her peers. One evening when I entered the restaurant, one of the other counter helpers, (they didn’t have waitresses) who I had photographed, started teasing me, and asked when I was going to finish her portfolio she was having me do for her. Enter Chrissy, who until then, I had previously spoken with, now she smiled and asked, "When are you going to photograph me?" Joking with her, I replied, "Whenever you want, just let me know." With that comment, and a smile from Chrissy that caused me to become excited, (make that hard,) I walked away from the counter, and enjoyed my snack along with my friends. The next time I saw Chrissy was three days later, and once more, she was working, only this time it was only she and I at the counter. Smiling, while flirting as only a young teen girl can do, in pure innocence, she stated to me, "You haven’t called me to do my photos, so when are we going to do them?" Handing her my business card, I told her, "Call me when you aren’t in school and you can meet without your mother getting upset, but I must speak with her before we do your shots." When I handed her my money for my snack food and coffee, I felt her hand touching mine, and she allowed her fingers to slide across the top of my hand. Chrissy smiled, and told me, "I’ll call you, and perhaps we can do them Saturday." Late Friday afternoon, I answered my phone and listened as Chrissy informed me that her mother was next to her and wished to speak with me about my taking her photos. I spoke to Mrs. Danklin for nearly ten minutes, and then she told me she would see me Saturday morning, and asked if I would take a photograph of her and Chrissy prior to my taking her daughter, to do her photos? Arriving at the Danklin’s home, I was welcomed inside by Mrs. Danklin, and found an older version of Chrissy. For the next half hour, I shot several different poses of Chrissy and her mother, and during the time I was photographing the two, I discovered Mrs. Danklin, Margie, was divorced. I had told Mrs. Danklin that it would likely be around 1:00 or 2:00 P.M., before we returned, unless she needed her daughter home before then. Margie told me not to worry, as she was going with a friend, and likely wouldn’t be home until around 9:00 P.M., that evening. The first stop I made to take photos was down a lane on a large farm that a close friend owned, and the old house and other buildings had been torn down, except for the old barn, with weather worn sideboards. There was still loose hay in the mows that must have been there since the late 40's or early 50's. After setting up some shots of Chrissy in her Levis, and plaid blouse, I asked she tie the blouse at the bottom, she unbuttoned all the buttons on her blouse, except the two in the middle. After Chrissy had tied the bottom of the blouse in a knot, I was ready too shoot, but saw her red bra was partly exposed. I could see her bra was visible no matter how I asked her to adjust her blouse. Finally Chrissy told me, you don’t need to worry if it shows, it will be like those photos you see of Hollywood stars in similar poses. "Mom told me that I could let you take my pictures with me wearing only my bra and panties, but no nudes, honest, Ed," Chrissy told me as I looked dumbfounded at her. "Chrissy, is that what your mother meant when she told me that you wanted sexy pictures taken?" "Yeah, I asked her if I could have you take sexy pictures, and that is why she gave me a note to give you, and it is in my bag, and I forgot to give it to you." "The two of you discussed my taking such photographs?" "Yes," and as she spoke, Chrissy walked over to the large gym type bag and ruffled through it until she found the note from her mother. Taking the note from Chrissy, I read the short note, "This is permission for Ed Morrison to photograph my daughter in photographs as he deems appropriate, and my daughter feels comfortable in allowing." The note was signed, Margie Danklin. For the next few minutes I took photographs of Chrissy, and finally she asked if she could take her blouse off? And she was doing so as she asked, and before I could reply. Knowing Chrissy’s reputation in the small town where we both lived, I was somewhat taken back with her boldness. Then I believed, falsely I discovered later, Chrissy was living the fantasy of a girl who believes her photographs will land her in the movies or a career as a model. I took a half-dozen photographs in her levis and bra, and I watched as she stood up and removed her pants. The red panty she was wearing was a thong, and I could see she did not trim her pubic hair close. There was a slight line of hair on each side of her panty leg, and I could see she was a natural blonde. What have I gotten myself into, I wondered, as I watched the teen stand in front of me, then lie back on the hay and begin rolling around as if she was a real model, moving to give the photographer the various poses he needed to complete the session? ‘Hurry, this hay is sticky, and pricking me all over," Chrissy said with laughter in her voice, and on her face. I finished the roll of film, and told Chrissy I needed to reload the camera while she put on something else. After inserting the new film in the camera, I suggested we do some shots on the barn floor, so we descended the latter; I carried my camera gear, and Chrissy’s heavy gym bag. Once we were on the barn floor, Chrissy spotted some old farm equipment, and one item was an old horse drawn hayrack, and it had a seat on it, in front of the high curving tongs of the rake. She climbed on the seat, so I started taking shots of her, and she even lay on the tongs, and it was obvious she was enjoying posing, and in her bra and panties. One thing I discovered later, was how the red of her bra and thong, was highlighted with the old rake, with its rust and rust colored brownish-red color. "Okay, what say we do something where you’re dressed, and in fact, I would like you to put on a dress and heels, and we will shoot you next to the barn door, and over by that old window," I said to Chrissy. I watched in disbelief as the teenager moved to where she had her bag, took out a white lacy bra and thong, and Chrissy exchanged the red bra with the white one. I was fascinated, and started shooting her as she changed bras. Only the profile of her breast showed, but after developing the film, and printing a composite, I saw one photo had her nipple pointing out from her breast in perfect display, and I had shot those photos with the background nearly blacked out. This photo later turned out to be Chrissy, her mother’s favorite photograph, and mine, and I submitted it in a national photography contest and won best of show. The image of her face was such that the shadows kept her from being recognized, and that made the photo even more fitting to the title, "Virgin Undressing" I gave the photograph. Chrissy kept her back partly to me as she changed, and she reached under her dress to remove her red thong, and then slipped on the white one. We did several shots of her in the white dress, which was linen, and I had her stand in the doorway and shot her with the light shining through the material, which highlighted her legs. After a while, I suggested we go to the next place to shoot, and I drove to a small stream on the backside of the property, where the no longer used road had an old bridge made of native sandstone. The stones were hand carved, and were tapered off along the side the creek bank on each side of the bridge. I took a few photos of Chrissy in the white dress, and then suggested she put on a pair of shorts and a top of some sort. After removing her dress, Chrissy asked, "Ed, would you photograph some of me in my undies?" "Sure, if you would like that." "Ed, did you do any of Rene in her underwear, or nude?" "No, only when she was dressed, why do you ask?" "I just wondered if you had, and I would like you to take mine nude lying on the sloping sides of the bridge." The idea that Chrissy wanted me to photograph her nude, and I had written permission to do so from her mother, made me realize that I was either a pedophile or one lucky photographer. Suddenly I wanted to view the teen body of the lovely young girl, and smiling at Chrissy, I asked her if she had ever been nude in front of anyone? "Only my mom, but that was a few years ago, but no boy has ever seen me, and I’m a good girl, really Ed, I’m not like some of the girls my age, or even my friends." "That’s nice, and I will do some nudes of you, but please don’t tell your friends unless your mother allows you to show them your photographs, as she might be embarrassed." "I know, we spoke about my not telling or showing anyone about my pictures, unless she and I discussed them first." I watched in awe as the lovely girl pulled her dress over her head and then unfastened her bra, and slipped her panties down over her hips and off her legs. As she was undressing, Chrissy told me, "Ed, mom said she’d like you to take pictures of her in the nude, and both of us nude together, and told me to ask you." She didn’t have the nerve to ask you herself. "Did your mother really say that, or are you kind of teasing me, Chrissy?" "Honest, she said for me to ask you, but she didn’t know how you would think of her if she wanted or asked you to take nudes of her." These were no doubt that I would have extreme pleasure in viewing the mother and daughter in the buff together, and I told Chrissy, "If your mother wants me to do nudes of her, tell her I would be happy to shoot her." Chrissy was now standing in front of me, and holding her dress so her body was not exposed, and asked, "Do you want me to get on the stones now?" "Yes, go ahead, I’m ready to shoot." I picked up my other two cameras, and both were holding full rolls of film, and one was a two-and-a-quarter format film. When Chrissy let her dress, fall onto the gym bag, and move to climb over the edge of the bridge to get on the sloping sides of the bridge, I commenced shooting her from all angles. When Chrissy moved her legs apart to climb onto the sides of the bridge, her rounded hips showed how firm and attractive they were. I could see her sex from behind, and her pink anal ring was on view. I later found the photos were so clear, and showed Chrissy’s body off in pure form. Once on the side of the bridge, I took several photos of Chrissy, and a few of them, she had arched her back. Her round and perky breasts were pointed to the sky, despite how large they were, and were pointed and firm. The nipples were short and full, and seemed to be larger around than any I had ever seen or made love too in my life. Chrissy had lain on her side, and her feet were facing me, after I had climbed down below her to take some shots from a different angle. When she pulled her one leg back, and resting her foot on the stones, and her leg was bent at the knee, I could view between her slightly spread legs. With the motor drive on the camera, I captured her sex completely exposed, and parted. The photos later showed how pink the insides of her sex were, and her sex seemed to be small. I shot six rolls of film of her on the bridge, and several of them I had zoomed in so only the blonde hair-covered sex between her legs was in the shot. After a while, we climbed on down to the creek, and I shot some of her in the water, the typical shots of flipping the water with her fingers, or splashing the water when she kicked her legs out. Climbing back up the bank, I followed her, and I was snapping pictures of her rounded hips, and the back of her body, and they later proved to be great studies of a female form. I printed fifteen 8x10 photos, and framed all of them in the same frame, with an inch of matting between them. The long print became one of my favorite photo efforts, and I have it hanging in the hallway of my home. Chrissy stood nude in front of me, and asked, "Am I bad, because I’m nude in front of you, Ed?" "No, you’re lovely, but how about you get something on, before I forget our age difference." I watched as Chrissy slipped on the white thong and bra, and then put on white shorts and a grey top. The look of her body was perfection, even with the few extra pounds, and I wondered who the lucky guy would be, who would be Chrissy’s first. After we got in the car, I drove to a small stand of trees, and I shot a few photos of Chrissy near the trees and in the high grass. I took a blanket from the car and spread it out on the ground, and as I took her photos, Chrissy simply undressed in front of me. Then she asked me to take some sexy pictures of her nude, while lying on the blanket. Chrissy was soon trying to show her body off, in such a way, I was certain she had studied men’s magazines to determine how to move. Then my world turned upside down, as Chrissy asked, "Ed, will you take your clothes off and lay down with me, but can we not have sex, but I want to play some, but you will need to show me what to do, as I’ve never done anything?" There was no doubt that I wouldn’t honor her request, even if she was only 17-years-old, but her playful way all morning had finally made me decide to give into her request. I undressed, and when I removed my boxers, my erection was pointed firm from my body. "Wow, so that is what a man looks like, and it isn’t like in the pictures, I’m scared, Ed." Moving down onto the blanket, I lay on my side, and propped my head up on my hand so I could look down at the lovely girl, and looking in her eyes, it was obvious we both knew what was about to happen if one of us didn’t move from the blanket, and both of us got dressed once more. I looked at the 17-year-old lovely girl laying on her back nest to me, and my hand reached out and I caressed her shoulder. I eased my hand down, moving it against the top of her round breasts, and Chrissy’s eyes never left mine. Lightly my fingers were stroking their way all around her right breast, and when my fingers moved to the edge of her areola, I could see her body shake from the knowledge I was about to touch her nipple. I watched as Chrissy’s stomach moved inward from sucking in her breath, knowing the point of no return was near. What were her thoughts, I wondered, as my finger tips had moved to play with her short nipple? Then my fingers were moving down her stomach, and I moved my middle finger so it was teasing her navel, and I heard her breath leave her mouth. Slowly I worked my fingers and hand down onto her blonde pubic hair, and I lightly pulled them between my fingers, and watched her hips move upward in response. Moving my hand from her body, I took her left hand in mine, and placed hers on my erection. At first the pulled her hand back when I released hers, but I once more moved her hand onto my cock, and told her to hold me. Her hand did nothing but rest lightly around my hard-on, but my fingers were once more on her blonde, and slightly curly maiden hair. My hand moved down and cupped her mound, and I felt her body shake from the contact. "Chrissy, do you want me to stop or continue, the decision is yours?" "Ed, how old are you, and don’t be upset in my asking?" "I’m 42-years-old, and from what I’ve just done with you, could be enough to make me spend the rest of my life in prison." "No one will know you have touched me, as I will never tell anyone, really Ed, I won’t say anything." With that, I moved my finger between the dampening lips of Chrissy’s sex, and moved my finger up and down the slightly, hair-lined opening to her sex. After a few moments of foreplay, I knew I wanted to make love to this lovely creature. I lay down beside Chrissy, and my lips sought her nipple, one after the other, while I was playing with her clit. "Oh, Ed, you make me feel funny," and as she spoke, I felt her hand squeeze my cock with her full grip. Without waiting longer, I moved until I was lying on top of her, and I felt Chrissy spread her legs open to allow me to settle between them. The youthful skin of her thighs was firm and smooth, as she moved them back against me, after I was settled between them. My cock was probing her slit, and found its way to the slightly parted labia, and the head worked its way into her inner body. I started making small in and out strokes of my cock in her sex, and then I pushed a little deeper, and I heard her sharp intake of breath as I realized I had pressed against her hymen. My cock was moving in and out her sexual entrance, and each time I pushed against her cherry, I heard her sharp intake of breath, and her hips pulled back slightly. Still Chrissy was not saying anything, and I decided I was going to make love to her all the way. Moving my hips forward and feeling my cock hit against what I knew was her virginity, I pressed through the thin material of her hymen membrane, and Chrissy cried out, "OH, IT HURTS!" Nothing else was said, and I commenced making love to Chrissy, and it was perhaps a minute later that she began to move her hips up to meet my strokes. Chrissy had not said anything since crying out when I took her cherry, but suddenly she was uttering soft vocal utterances. They sounds weren’t words, but soft grunts and moans, and her hands moved down and latched onto my hips, and I could feel her fingers pressing into the meat of my hips. Then I heard Chrissy sobbing out, "Ed, oh my, Ed, I’m getting it!" I felt Chrissy pushing her hips up against me, and her arms moved up and hugged my neck, and she pressed her lips to mine and for the first time, we were kissing. Finally I felt my body ready to come, and my body was shooting my cum into her just de-flowered pussy. After we had both gone off, we lay facing each other, and Chrissy asked me, "Did you enjoy being with me, and be honest?" In my mind I asked myself, how can a man my age not enjoy getting a 17-year-old virgin for her first time, especially one who is attractive, and was honored with the girl leading to the act of sex between them? "My god, Chrissy, you need not ask such a question, and your perfection, and I can only wish there wasn’t such an age difference between us." "I liked it, and I had a climax, didn’t I, "Chrissy asked me? "I believe we both did, and I hope you are not in your cycle, you know what I mean, so you won’t become pregnant." "I just ended my period three days ago, so I’m safe," Chrissy replied. Looking down I could see the evidence of her lost virginity, which wasn’t the most redness I’ve seen easing from a girl’s ruptured hymen. Chrissy seemed to accept the loss with a difference of concern that wasn’t of concern some girls cried and blamed on me after they had allowed me to mount them. This caused me, to once more become erect, and I eased between Chrissy’s delightfully formed thighs, wanting to sample the smooth skin of her legs again against my body. "I’m a little sore, be gentle, please, oh, it feels different going in this time, Ed. I feel you in me and it is exciting this time, ohhh Ed, I hope you’re happy with me." For the next few minutes we enjoyed making love, and I will never forget the feeling of Chrissy’s hands rubbing up and down my back, and her fingers playing in my hair. Chrissy was soon bumping her hips up, too meet my thrust, and once more I heard her sob out, "Ed, I’m getting it, yes, oh, Ed!" After I went off the second time, I lay over the warm flesh of the lovely, and naive teenage girl, and I listened as she told me how it felt to make love. The closeness I felt for the appealing girl was something I had not known with other females, including my ex-wife, who had left me 5-years previously. Her body was like lying on a soft downy quilt, and the smoothness of her skin was stimulating again, and I soon became erect. Chrissy whispered, "Your becoming excited again, aren’t you, Ed, do you like making love with me?" Feeling the male penis growing inside her vagina, Chrissy continued her inquiry, asking, "Tell me what it is like to become aroused sexually while we lay together, and I’m feeling those strange feelings I experienced when you first entered me, after the initial pain I felt when you became my first lover." Stroking deep into the lovely girl who was breathing hard underneath me, I raised up and groaned, "My god, Chrissy, I have never taken a girl 3-times, in such a short time." Pressing deep inside the 17-year-old girl, and holding my erection as deep in her sex as I could reach, I spoke softly, "Chrissy, if you were older, I would marry you at this moment, and nothing in my life has ever felt as wonderful as knowing I’m your first." I could not believe the feeling I received when Chrissy moved her smooth thighs up and around my back. Chrissy was urging me to give her my cream, and I felt her fingernails scratch across my back, knowing she had left marks in my skin. When the need to release my cum, I pressed my cock as deep into the girl as I could shove my erection, and I pulled her legs up and onto my shoulders as I emptied my semen into her welcoming sex. For a short time, I kept Chrissy’s legs up in the air, and I knew she hadn’t reached a climax this time, but I listened as she told me, "Ed, that was different, but wonderful, and you were deep, and I feel like your still up in my body." We sat up, next to each other, and Chrissy looked down and saw the blood on me, then looked between her legs, and knew what the redness meant as it leaked from her narrow slit. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and she sobbed a few times, then she hugged me tightly against herself. With a slight trembling and crying sound in her voice, Chrissy said, "I’m glad you were my first, and the other night, when you said we could do my pictures today, I have thought of nothing but making love with you, and I’m not disappointed, are you?" "Hell, Chrissy, no man could have a reason to be disappointed in making love to you, and you’re an extremely attractive woman." Then I added, "I can’t decide which I find the most enjoyable, your round breast, or those exquisite thighs?" Laughing, Chrissy asked, "You mean they are better than that little place between my legs that you about killed?" "Chrissy Danklin, you’re an ornery young girl, and should be spanked for asking such a question," I replied. "Stay where you are, I want to take a few photos of you, if you don’t mind," I stated, as I wanted to capture the evidence of her lost virginity. We spent another hour taking her photos, and we had driven down to a rocky ledge that was alongside a small creek. In bathing suit, shorts, and even her white dress, I took her photograph. When I took photographs of her in the nude, I watched as Chrissy seemed to find a way to flaunt her sex, not in a vulgar manner, but one of being female, and knowing her looks were truly beautiful to the man she’d given her virginity. "Chrissy, put your white dress on, with nothing under it, and I want you to get completely under the water, then stand up, jump up and down and flip your hair back and forth with your head." Thinking for a moment, I told her, "Chrissy, I will buy you a new dress, but this should make great photos, so do you wish me to shoot you like that?" "Sure, Ed, I will do anything you want, anytime." "You’re something else, and if your mother knew what I have done to you today, she would kill me, and I would go to prison forever, but I wouldn’t complain after what you have given me, Chrissy." The photos, I found out, after they were printed turned out to be the best of any I took, except the one the first one he had taken with her breast in the profile, and dark background. After she removed the wet dress, and she was holding onto my arm to steady her self while she started to step into her shorts, Chrissy asked, "Ed don’t laugh at me, but can I ask you something personal, and promise you won’t laugh at me?" "Ask away, and I promise not to laugh at anything you should ever ask of me, Chrissy," "Would you... have... show me how a man does oral sex on a girl..." Without waiting for Chrissy to finish her sentence, I eased her down onto her back on the thick soft grass along the creek, and then moved between her legs and commenced kissing and licking her young sex. Within a few minutes, I felt and then heard Chrissy uttering out her satisfaction, and then she flipped her hips up from the ground and cried out, "ED, I’M GETTING IT... YES, ED, IT’S HAPPENINGGGG!" I felt Chrissy’s body become limp, and yet I continued licking the juices as they eased from her sex. My tongue was once more attacking her clitoris, and I felt her body quiver, and she once more cried out in her orgasm. "EDDDDD, YOUR MAKING ME DO IT AGAINNNNN, OH, EDDIE, I LOVE YOUUUUU, LOVE YOU, EDDIE, MY DARLING!" I watched as Chrissy lay on the ground, her hands had moved down and clamped over her vulva, as if she was trying to protect her sex from further stimulation. When Chrissy stood up, I looked at the girl, and knew that she would likely never forget her day of being photographed. Driving home, we discussed about her having more photographs taken, and when I dropped Chrissy off, and I went home, I had no more entered the house, than I heard his phone ringing. I had just about decided to not answer the phone, but as I looked at the caller ID, I saw it showed Marge Danklin’s name. "Hello, the party to whom your calling is not available and is completely worn out>" "That’s a shame, because I just got a call from mom, and she said she would be home around 7:00, and she wanted to invite you to join us for dinner, her treat, so see you in two hours, goodbye, you nasty man." I listened as Chrissy hung up the phone and decided to not call her back, but to work up a few of the photos as quickly as possible. Having noted the contents of each roll, I soon had four rolls developed and ready to print. Looking at the composite sheets, I quickly printed two 11x14 prints of the profile shot of Chrissy’s breast being highlighted by the dark background. I printed two 8x10 photos of Chrissy in the water with the white dress on, and also one of her completely nude standing in the water, with the background being hazy. A photo of her in the haymow was also a beautiful portrait of her, and I printed two 11x14 photos of that shot. The photos of Chrissy laying on the blanket, and she was half on the throw, and half on the grass, after they had made love. Looking at the photos, it showed Chrissy with a look of having just enjoyed sex. Studying the red tint on her maidenhair, inside her thighs, and her partially opened sex, glistening with their combined juices, wasn’t pornographic as I had expected, but reflected the pleasures the 17-year-old girl had enjoyed. Printing a couple more photos of her in the barn, I saw I had about a half hour, to shower, then dress, and drive to the Danklin’s for dinner. Picking up the phone, I pressed the select button on my phone, and within two rings, I heard Chrissy answering her phone, "Hello, may I help you?" "Yes, I knew I should have spanked your behind, and I will later if I get a chance." "Would you want to spank someone as sweet and innocent as I, you mean man?" "Might be fun, but how about I pick you and your mother up, and I have a few photos to show the two of you," I replied? After hanging up the phone, I walked into my storage room and took a few frames into the kitchen, and placed them on the kitchen table, then walked into my studio, and picked up the dried prints. Using the mats, I soon had the photos ready to take with me. Then I took a quick shower, dressed and taking the photos with me, drove to Marge and Chrissy’s home. When I carried the photos into the house with me, Chrissy was grabbing at them in her impatience to view her first formal photos. Marge told her to let me alone before she caused me to drop them, but I asked her to lead me into the kitchen and I would place them on the table so she could view them. "Chrissy, why don’t you go back in the living room, and I will put them on the table, and when I have them ready, I will call you to come look at how lovely you are?" In a couple of minutes, I had the photos spread out on the table, and I listed as Marge looked at the one with her breast exposed. "My that is the most wonderful photograph I have ever seen, and I can’t believe how attractive my little girl is." Then she looked at each of the photos, as I told Chrissy, "Okay, come on in and see what we did today." "Mom, look how nice I look, is that really me, and oh, this one, it is the best, even if my breast is exposed, mom, I love Ed, he makes me look lovely." "Chrissy, you are not only lovely, you have a beauty most women would kill for, and I hope you enjoy the photos, and now I have this one for you to really enjoy." The photo showed her in the creek in the white dress, and the image was either a photograph of a young girl being baptized, or a girl looking like pure sensual delight to anyone, who appreciates the image of a pretty girl. "Mom, can I buy them all," Chrissy asked her mother? "They are yours free, so enjoy them," I told the excited girl. It was another hour before we left for dinner, and as we drove, Chrissy sat in the back seat, while her mother sat in the front with me. We drove about 20-miles up the highway, to an excellent restaurant that had been around for nearly 75-years. After eating, Chrissy went to the restroom, and after she left, Marge looked at me, and asked how I enjoyed photographing her daughter? Marge smiled at me, and asked, "Did the two of you enjoy your day together, and tell me, Ed, how does one tell a teenager that someone is too old to be her husband, because she loves you, and I know why, I went through the same thing when I was her age. "Marge, she is a wonderful young woman, and you can be proud of her." "Ed, she is starting back across the restaurant, but be honest with me, the two of you were intimate, weren’t you?" "Yes." "Thanks, Ed, I think, now what do we do with a lovesick pretty teen?" "Hi, you two talking about me," Chrissy laughingly asked she sat back down at the table? The following weekend, Marge and Chrissy drove over to viewed each of the photos I had printed including the one image illustrating what could only mean Chrissy had been intimate with me. When Marge looked at the photo of her daughter, with the evidence of her virginity on display in the photograph, she smiled as she looked at me, then her daughter, and spoke softly, "Truly a blessing to have such an intimate, and truly a once in a life time occurrence recorded for life’s fleet passing." "Mom, your not upset, you really aren’t?" "No, honey, I spoke to Ed last week while you were in the restroom, and I decided the two of you had been intimate, and no, I’m not upset, even if as a mother, society says I should be." "Mom, is it possible for me to love Ed, even if he is older?" "Yes, honey, now lets go have our photos taken together, if Ed believes he can stand looking at two naked women," and with that all three of us busted up laughing. The drive to photograph Marge and Chrissy started in the old barn, and I watched how Marge removed her clothes without any thoughts of being nude in front of me, and most of all, her daughter. Once Chrissy was nude, and she was next to her mother for the first shot of them unclothed, I knew they could pass as sisters, as Marge appeared younger than her age. Both of their breasts were identical in size and shape, and there was very little sag to those of the mother. Marge’s pubic hair was identical to that of her daughter, and one could believe they had trimmed their own pubic hair in front of the other. I knew that wasn’t true, but seemed to ensure the deception of identical looks stayed, even to the looks of their pubes. As I had the mother and daughter seated facing me, in Indian fashion, the crossed legs displayed their vulva to the camera lens. The only difference I noted was Marge’s labium was slightly larger, or at least were more puffed up than Chrissy’s guardian to her inner sex. We drove to the creek, and once more they were nude, and I enjoyed photographing the mother and daughter together. They surprised me they both pulled white dresses from their bags, and I knew I had double visions ahead of me when I was ready to shoot them after they were soaking wet from playing in the water. The day’s shooting was finally over, and I watched as Marge and Chrissy pulled the wet garments from their bodies, and after drying off, sat on the towels they had used. For several minutes it was only small talk, and I wondered how two women, one the mother, the other the daughter, could be so at ease on display in the nude before a man who was nearly a stranger Then to my surprise, I listened to Marge describes how she first had sex when she was a young 17-year-old girl, and had walked in the wooded land behind the rural home where she lived. The story was a simple one Marge had left home early one summer morning, and had walked from the home where she lived with her parents, after they had left for their work. There was nothing new in the hike that day from any other, Marge stated, and told how she had reached the small spring feed stream within the trees. After a while, Marge told how she had lain down the mystery novel she was reading, and undressed, deciding to relax in the cool water. The water was only waist deep, as she sat with her back against the small bank of the creek, and Marge noted small minnows darting around in the water "Chrissy, I hope you aren’t shocked with what I’m about to relate to you, but this is the first time I have ever spoken about the first time I had sex." Marge looked at the two, and told how a voice had startled her, and she looked up to see the favorite person in the world to her standing at the edge of the creek, looking at her, as the man spoke, "What is my favorite granddaughter doing nude in the middle of nowhere?" "Grandpa," Marge said she answered when he startled her, "How did you locate me here, and I’m sorry I’m nude, I’ll get dressed" "Nonsense, enjoy the water, perhaps I’ll get in with you, don’t you recall telling me you always came here to relax, and read during the day, so when I got to your house and you weren’t home, I simply followed the path too here." Chrissy and I listened, as Marge told how her grandpa had undressed, and she was viewing the first male organ of her life. When her grandpa got in the water, she saw his thing started to get bigger, and kind of stand out from his groin. Marge told how she knew what it was and why it was getting larger, and when he sat down next to her, she became excited. "I’m not certain to this day, who lead the other from the creek, to the grass and eased the two of us down on the ground, but I believe I did." Marge thought for a moment, then told us, "I remember reaching out and taking grandpa’s erection in my hand, and within a minute at the most, he was between my legs, and I had sex for my first time, at the age of seventeen." Marge then explained, "From what I can remember, my grandpa must have been nearly 60-years-old at the time, and three times that day, my body was racked with orgasms." We both listened as Marge told us, "My world fell apart a week later, as grandpa died in his sleep, and from then until I was married I did not have sex. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 38