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Picture Perfect - 2
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)

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It's always good to have a 'teacher' who knows her 
subject. It's fun to share your new knowledge with 
friends. (Ff, ped, 1st, mast)

***

My photographer friend and lover had her green work 
shirt on again but it wasn't buttoned. As she applied 
the soapy bath mitt to my shoulders she asked, "Have a 
nice nap?" I watched her substantial hooters jiggle as 
she worked. I could only see her from the chest up so I 
didn't know what, if anything, she had on the bottom.

"Uh huh," I responded to my host kneeling beside the 
tub as she began to wash my back. Carly was making 
large circular motions with the slightly rough wash 
cloth. Her hand went under the water to wash all the 
way down to my tailbone. Applying more soap she 
encouraged me to sit back against the sloped backrest 
and did each arm with a more gentle pressure than she'd 
used on my back. Then it was on to my upper chest, more 
gently still. The bath mitt was making my skin tingle 
so when it passed over my boobs with the dormant little 
brown centers it felt wonderful. 

She lingered over my puppies stroking softly and 
occasionally giving them just the slightest squeeze. I 
had my head back against the very comfortable headrest; 
my eyes were closed enjoying the attention. A faint 
rumbling was staring between my legs. The photographer 
put the mitt aside and continued to spread the soap 
with her bare hand. The sharp contrast between the 
rough cloth and her soft hand on my tinkling bright 
pink skin was wonderful. Her fingers bumped over my 
nips which had risen a bit.

"You're so pretty Tracy. Would you let me take pictures 
of you sometime?" My relaxed sleepy brain struggled 
with the question. The memory of the photos of the 
girls in their underwear, and then naked floated behind 
my closed eyes and caused a tiny throb in my kitty. I 
knew what kind of pictures she meant.

"Uh... I guess so." I finally managed to reply. Her 
hand was still spreading the soap on my chest.

"That's fantastic!" Carly's voice went up. She sounded 
so enthusiastic. "They'll be beautiful just like you!" 
her hand left my boobs and I opened my eyes to see her 
putting the mitt on again. "Stand up sweetie so I can 
so the lower half." 

She worked the rough cloth over the fronts of my legs 
moving with a firm pressure almost as hard a she had 
used on my back. After a thorough stroking of the front 
and the outsides she had me turn around and repeated 
the cleansing on the backs of my legs. "Open up honey 
so I can get the insides." 

She asked as she put both hands just above my knees and 
pushed outward. Compliantly I moved my feet apart. She 
kept encouraging me to go wider until I was almost out 
of room on the floor of the large tub. This turned out 
to be good because with my feet sort of wedged into the 
curve between the floor and the tub wall. I felt very 
steady even though the surface was kinda slippery. The 
abrasive wash mitt was moving up and down the inside of 
one thigh and her bare hand was soaping the other, then 
she switched. Once again the rough sensation followed 
by the smooth one was very stimulating. At the top of 
each stroke either the cloth or her bare hand would 
just barely touch my saturated pussy fuzz. 

"Lean forward and put your hands on the far side of the 
tub." Carly instructed as she doused the mitt with more 
soap. Feet wide apart and ass in the air I really 
didn't have the experience to realize what a spectacle 
that was. The roughness on my rear cheeks felt even 
better than it had on my legs. My entire butt was 
tingling in no time. 

When the bathing cloth slipped into my crack and the 
pebbly finish of the cloth raked over my poo poo and I 
felt a throb deep inside. The stroke continued down and 
around along my slit and gave a firmer rub on the 
triangle of hair above it. The motion was repeated 
several times very slowly with varying amounts of 
pressure. Meanwhile my lover's free hand was stroking 
and massaging my slippery cheeks, pulling outward 
slightly to make more room for the mitt. I felt the 
pressure building up in my loins.

Carly applied a big blob of liquid soap right on my 
tailbone. It felt cold at first but quickly warmed up 
as it rolled down between my cheeks. "Wanna be sure 
this is nice and clean," she was saying as a finger 
made little circles in the syrupy thick soap around the 
dark puckered hole. My pussy was beginning to pound. 
One of her fingers wiggled at the opening. The 
sensation was amazing. Reflexively my pussy clenched. 

The photographer cupped my mound with one hand while 
the finger on her other hand began to penetrate. The 
only thing that had ever gone up my butt was a 
thermometer, and the last time that had happened was so 
long ago that I hardly remembered it. I was making 
grunting sounds and my lover was saying "just relax 
honey" as her digit slid in deeper. The feeling was 
beginning to overwhelm me. With one hand in front 
providing resistance for the one pressing from behind 
very soon I could feel that the invading finger was 
inside me up to the second knuckle and wiggling around.

The surging feeling I'd felt when we were on the couch 
in the studio was back. My hips started moving up and 
down; or was it back and forth? I really didn't know. 
The thumb on the hand that was cupping my mons was now 
rubbing vigorously on the top of my slit. My knees 
completely gave way when the explosive climax over took 
me. Carly's finger slipped out of my butt as I sunk 
first to my knees, then rotated sideways immersed up to 
the bottom of my ribs in the warm water again.

I was floating in more ways than one. The photographer 
got in the tub with me as I was regaining my senses. 
The additional water displaced raised the level up to 
my boobies. Carly lifted one of her hooters and pulled 
on the gumdrop center with her teeth. I reached out to 
fondle her but she pulled away. "Just watch" she said 
raising herself up onto the large rear deck of the 
corner whirlpool tub. Spreading her legs I found myself 
less than two feet from the thick dark pubic hair 
trickling water back into the tub. "Pay attention 
because there's going to be a test later." 

My tutor used two fingers of her left hand running them 
up either side of her gash "This is the labia majora," 
she explained "Labia means lips. You can call them lips 
if you want." Her fingers were going apart spreading 
the thick outer lips exposing the very pink inner ones. 
She traced the delicate folds with a finger of her 
right hand. In spite of the drenching in the floral 
scented water I could detect her musk, albeit faintly. 

"These are the labia minora; the inner lips. Down here 
is the entrance to the vagina." She was now spreading 
herself very wide and wiggled her finger slightly into 
the dark tunnel. I sat cross legged in the warm water 
mesmerized at the sight. My bum still felt kind of 
funny and I was starting to feel a tightening sensation 
between my legs.

I could see the way her folds glistened in the candle 
light. "Right here" she continued "above the vagina is 
the urethra. That's your pee hole. You shouldn't play 
around with it too much 'cause it can cause you 
problems going to the bathroom." I felt like I should 
put up my hand to ask a question but instead I just 
blurted out,

"Did you pee when we were on the couch?" it was the 
first time I'd heard her laugh and it was quite 
musical.

"No sweetheart I didn't pee. I ejaculated; do you know 
what that is?" I just shook my head and looked up into 
her hazel eyes. "When a man has a climax fluid is 
forced out of his penis. That's called ejaculation. It 
can shoot out two or three feet. Some of it is semen 
which is what makes babies... do you know how that 
works?" this time I nodded and Carly looked relieved. 
"The rest of it is called seminal fluid. It's a liquid 
for the semen to swim around in. Women can produce a 
similar fluid when they cum, and it does come out of 
the urethra, but it's not pee. I don't squirt every 
time, but that's what happened earlier." I nodded my 
head again and I sort of understood but I was anxious 
to get back to the lesson.

"The most important part is up at the top... right 
here" the older woman pulled up with the fingers that 
were still digging into her labia majora and put the 
index finger of her right hand on a flap of skin near 
the apex of her wide open crease. "Ugh!" she grunted at 
the contact and her hips seemed to jerk. "This is where 
the clitoris is located." Her finger was stroking 
slowly back and forth for emphasis. Her voice was 
different sort of breathy. "On top of the clitoris is a 
protective piece of skin called a hood. See it looks 
just like the hood of a jacket." As she was saying this 
she began to pull back on the little flap. The pale 
pink bump came into view.

I thought it looked smaller than before maybe the size 
of a Tylenol caplet. My host slipped a finger down to 
her vagina and poked around for a second before 
returning to the little button. "Now you can see my 
clit." she was practically moaning as she continued 
"You must keep it very wet all the time." Her finger 
tip rotated the projecting bud and it grew! After just 
a few strokes it was standing up almost twice its 
original size. 

"Mmmmm...." Carly sighed and when I glanced up her eyes 
were closed. Suddenly, as if she'd just realized she 
was touching herself with a teenaged girl sitting 
between her legs watching, she withdrew both hands. The 
labia naturally folded back in; almost but not quite 
completely obscured by the tangled mass of hair. 
Knowing where to look I could still make out the hood 
of her clit projecting at the top of the now narrow 
gash. 

"The whole thing all together is called the vulva." She 
said as she gave her womanhood a firm pat and groaned. 
It must have felt good because she softly slapped her 
pussy three more times issuing a grunt with each 
impact. With three fingers she began making slow 
circular motions on the outside, like she was just 
stroking her pubic hair.

"Now show me yours." She commanded, her voice sounding 
more normal. I obediently hoisted myself onto the tub 
deck opposite my instructor and looked down at my 
pussy. It wasn't nearly as well covered by hair as my 
tutor's was. The edges of my narrow crease were clearly 
visible as were the little pink wings that poked out. 

"Open your legs honey," Carly sighed. I did as she 
requested. We were both staring at my blossoming cunt. 
"Can you get them any wider?" she asked. I noticed the 
three fingers rotating on her pubic hair were pressing 
harder and moving faster. I am a pretty good gymnast 
and keep myself very supple by doing a lot of 
stretching. I was able to put my feet up on the tub 
deck with my heels up against the out side of my tush. 
In this position my vulva was pitched forward and as 
open as it could be on its own. 

"Use...use your fingers and... and pull it, ugh... open 
for me." She asked haltingly. I applied the fingers of 
my left hand and pulled my outer lips apart exactly as 
she'd shown me. I became aware that the photographer 
was squeezing her breast and tugging at her nipple as 
she gave instructions. "Get some juice from your tight 
little hole and spread it on your clit." Her voice 
wasn't so halting this time but the words came out 
unnaturally deep; like a growl. 

I dutifully followed orders. When my finger contacted 
the tiny hard button I knew I was a goner. It wasn't so 
much an explosion this time as a tidal wave of pleasure 
that swamped me. My host's fingers were a blur as she 
pressed deeper between her thick hair and lips and 
stroked furiously. We groaned in beautiful harmony as 
our simultaneous orgasms erupted and waned.

Carly raised her pussy pleasuring hand to her mouth and 
began sucking on her fingers. Like a shadow I copied 
her action, tasting myself for the first time. My 
juices were sweeter than my instructor's and I also 
discovered that sucking my fingers felt pretty nice in 
my mouth. We both slid back down into the tub and began 
washing each other. There didn't seem to be any need 
for words.

When we had dried each other Carly put her shirt back 
on and left the bathroom for a minute returning with my 
clothes and a fresh pair of her panties. "I'll wash 
yours for you, but bring mine back. It would be pretty 
hard to explain to your mother how you came to be 
wearing somebody else's underwear." She said with a 
chuckle. "Can you come over tomorrow so I can take some 
photos?" Her face looked tense.

"I guess." I responded tentatively, already trying to 
come up with a reason to go out on Sunday. I knew there 
was a chance that my mother would have something 
planned.

"You could bring a friend if you want." Carly offered 
misunderstanding the reason for my hesitation. She said 
friend I thought of Lucie, and then I thought about the 
pictures my photographer friend had shown me. The ones 
with the two girls in their underwear then... naked; 
kissing! A deep throb in my crotch confirmed the appeal 
of the idea.

I had fantasized about Lucia but up until now I had not 
let myself go there. Whenever we were pretending not to 
notice each other in the change room I got all tingly 
and nervous feeling. I'd steal furtive glances at her 
and I was pretty sure she was doing the same at me. The 
image of the black matted fur around the pink slit 
crossed my mind but though I was picturing Lucie it was 
Carly's pussy 'cause that's the only one I'd actually 
seen. "She goes to mass in the morning so it wouldn't 
be until lunch time." My tutor's face lit up when she 
realized I was not only planning to bring a friend, but 
I knew which one.

"That's fine sweetie. Just come on over whenever you're 
ready." We were walking to the front door. Carly 
planted a kiss on the top of my forehead and gazed into 
my brown eyes. "See ya tomorrow." She said as I bound 
down the steps.

I walked on a cloud all the way home. I could hardly 
wait to call Lucie and invite her to the Sapphic 
studio.

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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