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(MF/mf-teens, ped, 1st, inc, bi, oral, anal, exh, orgy) *** Author Note: Too young, too uptight, too critical, bugger off. This story is complete fiction, and none of it happened, except in my imagination. Just so you know. Feedback is always appreciated, so let me know what you think! ptotrcw@gmail.com *** -= Chapter One =- Hi there. I've been asked to tell you my story, because my friend here thought you might enjoy it, and if I do say so myself, heh, I've got a few to tell! First, though, I'll give you a bit of background about myself, shall I? That should set the mood, so to speak, and then you won't be bugging me for details later. Right, where to begin? My name is Reg Whistler. That's right, that's my name, no shit. I've always been interested in photography. I'd got the bug when I was seven or so, somewhere around that age, I guess. My first camera was an old thing that I'd found when I was nosing around in the garage, curious as young boys are, and found it in a box of trash my father was going to throw out. I took it inside, and asked my mother to show me how it worked. She glanced at it, and told me to throw it away; she didn't want me playing with it. So, being a young boy, I took it to my father, and asked him the same thing. Mom told him not to encourage me, and got into a huff when he ignored her, and proceeded to show me how it worked, and he said, "You open this here, put the film in, close it, and wind this, and numbers will show here, and then you point it whatever you want to take a picture of, and press this button, see?" Then he gazed into space, and said, "Wait a minute!" got up from the table, and went into their bedroom. He came back a minute later, and he had a roll of film in his hand, gave it to me, and got me to open it, put it in the camera, and got me to get it ready for shooting. He told me that, if I was to be a photographer, I had to learn by hands-on experience, because if I relied on other people to do it for me, I wouldn't learn a thing. There were twenty-four exposures, and Dad told me not to waste them, to only take pictures that I'd want to keep. I loved that man that day. He was my hero, and I've never changed my mind about him since. He stood with me for the first couple of shots, and he told me how to hold to hold the camera, how to make sure the camera was focussed, and then satisfied that I knew what I was doing, he walked away, and left me to it. I spent those frames shooting whatever took my fancy. Birds, close-ups of flowers, the house, fascinated by the play of shadow and form. It was black and white film, but I didn't care. My imagination flew to a different world that day, and I was saddened and disappointed by the film ending. I took my camera to Dad, and he took it from me and promised to get them printed for me. Mom told him that we couldn't afford to waste our money on something that was a passing fancy. Dad put his foot down, and told her he'd promised me, and a man didn't go back on his word. Mom just sniffed, and turned her back on him, bristling with anger. A few days later, I got home from school, and a Kodak envelope was on the table, with my name on it in black marker pen. Mom hadn't opened it, and I could tell she was climbing the wall wanting to, and she was almost crazy with curiosity. Mom hated not knowing anything. She just had to poke her nose in. Sorry, Mom. Anyway, although I too, was bursting at the seams to open it, I waited for dad to get home from work. I almost died in the attempt, because that was a big effort for a young boy. Both Mom and I had our eyes on that damned envelope, and we were so distracted by it, Mom burned the potatoes, and she never did that! Then it was such a relief when dad walked into the door, and I ran to him, jabbering about the envelope, and he feigned ignorance, asking what envelope, and where did it come from, and who sent it? He was laughing by the time he'd finished, and my young heart was bursting with love for him. Spare the rod, and spoil the child didn't work for my father. If I'd done wrong, he sat me down, and we'd talk it over. He had a way of getting to the heart of any problem, and I'd always come to see the consequences of my words or deeds. He was hard, but fair, and on the very few occasions he whupped me, I deserved it, and I knew it. That wasn't to say he enjoyed doing, either. Afterward, he'd sit out on the back step, smoke a cigarette, which he hardly ever done, and say not a word, staring into space. I'd be hurting, but he always let me sit with him, and I'd hold his hand, and he'd hug me close and tell me he loved me, and he was sorry for hurting me. You have no idea how much I loved that man. He was like an angel, and he was one of the biggest saints on the planet. *** I couldn't understand why Mom left him, running off with a door-to-door salesman, of all damned things! Stupid fool woman! *** Sorry, got to rambling there. When dinner was over, and Mom had done the dishes, we congregated at the kitchen table, and with great ceremony, I opened the envelope. I spread out the pictures, and Dad picked them up one by one, looking at them, surprise on his face, and Mom just flicked through them, barely taking notice of them. As I said, Dad sat there, a reverent look on his face, and as he went through them, he would breath, "Holy cow!" and "This is amazing!" He put down the photo he was holding, and placed his hands on the table, and told my mother that I had a real talent, and he was going to help me all he could from then on, if I was serious about photography. Looking into his face, and seeing he was serious, I vowed to myself I'd do anything to make him happy, and from that moment on, I was hooked. So, I would get my hands on any and all books I could from the library on photography, and I would be in a different world, my head buried in them, and my skills got better over time. He was true to his world, and he was always there to give advice, and I wore myself out doing any chores I could to help pay for the printing of the pictures. *** That camera was like an extra appendage, I never went anywhere without it. Then, when it wouldn't work anymore, I was heartbroken, but Dad got me a new one, and then I was off again. I did stills of everything, and began to put a portfolio together, for the day when I could start my own business. They were in chronological order, and you could see the difference in the styles and skills I picked up and used. Then when I was fifteen and-a-half, my world changed, and I haven't looked back since. *** I was in the park, trying to set up a shot, when I became aware of a girl watching me. I used to notice girls noticing me, but I usually ignored them. Let me get this out of the way, just to simplify a point. Up until then, since I'd been thirteen, I'd wake up with a morning wood, but because I was so wrapped up in my hobby, I paid no notice of it. Dad had to have the usual talk with me when my Mom walked into my room to get me up for school one morning, and as I was asleep, I hadn't heard her enter. I'd thrown my blankets off during the night, and I was beginning to sleep in the nude, as it seemed to give me an all-over thrill lying there, feeling the sheets against my naked body. I hadn't learnt to masturbate yet, and I would sometimes crack a woody, but unable to do anything about it, not knowing how, I'd do my best to ignore it. Anyhow, this particular morning, my mother waltzed into my room, and she got an eyeful, that's for sure. I was woken up by her screaming at my father, telling him all about it. I didn't see what the problem was; neither did Dad, so Dad promised to talk to me about after school. He did, in my room, no embarrassment involved for either of us, as we had a bond of love and trust between us. He was amazingly down to earth, my father. So he explained things to me, I listened, asked questions for him to clarify a point or two, and we came to an agreement that if I needed further help, I'd come to him, man-to-man, and he'd help me with whatever questions or problems I had. *** Anyway, this girl, she was around thirteen or so, and she sat away from me, watching me, and I could feel her gaze boring into the back of my head. I couldn't concentrate, so I turned around, gave her my maddest look, and said, "What!?" She smiled at me, got up, and with a swirl of her dress, and a lazy walk, she came over to me and stood there, not saying a word. She was almost as tall as me, slimly built, but not skinny, and she had blue eyes, brown hair, and she was wearing a shoulder to knee skirt that hugged the top half of her body, with short sleeves. The material at the top was some sort of elastic type, hugging her breasts, flaring down loose to hang around her legs. She wore black sneaker- type shoes, no socks. Her calves were slim and shapely. She had a grin on her face, and goddam! But she looked good to a suddenly horny teenage boy! She had small round breasts, and as I looked at them, I had an erection, watching her immature nipples poke through the fabric of her dress. It had printed flowers in red on the dress, and I was mesmerised. I was a green virgin, and I went red, stuttered, and wanted to run away from her, and another part of my brain wanted me to grab her, push her to the ground, and ravish her body. But, that didn't help me, as I had no idea then how to ravish a woman's body! I was in a state of sexual shock, and she giggled, and reached out with her hand, gave my woody a light brush with her fingertips, giving me a jolt, and she said in a husky voice, "What you got there?" *** I was confused. What was she talking about? My camera held in my sweaty hands, or my insistent woody? I just gaped at her, and she giggled again. "You look cute," she said, looking into my eyes, and I fell into them, sucked into the whirlpools of her sky blue eyes. "Wanna take a picture of me?" she said with a husky voice, and there was a promise there, but damned if I knew what, or how I could claim it. "Uh, uh huh", I mumbled, holding onto my camera as if it would save me from her. I couldn't take my eyes from her. She had me nailed to the spot, and the world around me ceased to exist. Her nipples were still hard, and her chest would expand and contract with her breath, and I couldn't tear my eyes from her breasts. I usually took extra film with me, and I worked hard around the neighbourhood, doing odd jobs, mowing lawns, and all sorts of things to earn money to feed my habit. I used three rolls of film on that girl that afternoon, and they were worth every frame. "I know a place we can go," she told me, and taking my hand, she led me away. *** It was an old cemetery, and it was screened from the park and the road by a belt of trees. It was overgrown and neglected, and most of the headstones were really old. I walked around them while she sat on a concrete slab, part of a grave, and I forgot her as I started snapping pictures. "Hey," she called out, "I thought you were going to take my photo?" I looked up, and she looked pissed. "Sorry," I mumbled, and went to her, and she smiled again, and wanted to know how I wanted her? She giggled again, but I didn't get the joke. As I said, I was a green virgin, and girls were an unknown quantity for me. "What do you want to do?" I asked her, and she giggled again! She was starting to annoy me, but I persevered, and began to walk around her, posing her, and having to help her when she wouldn't get it right. She let me touch her, holding an arm just so, placing her leg there, and I snapped away, lost in my art. She began to pant now, and a whiff of something tremendously exciting passed into my nostrils, but I didn't know what it was, but my body sure did! I was hard again, and I started to get very hot! Warm, sweaty, uncomfortable? That kind of hot. Come on, concentrate, dammit! *** That girl looked at me, and began to pose more provocatively, holding and cupping her young teen breasts, opening her legs, and flashing her panties at me. They were white cotton, with little flowers on them, and I saw her pubic hairs poking out the side of them. Then she lay back, opened her legs, and slid a hand into her panty top, pushing the waistband out from her body as she started to rub herself. I went stock still, the camera forgotten as I watched her pleasure herself. She gasped out and told me to keep shooting, and I went back to my job, and before I knew it, I was out of film. I asked her to wait, and replaced the film, and then she went back to what she was doing. "Oh, god, I need a fuck!" she growled, and I went still, not knowing what she was saying, but I knew my world was about to be rocked majorly. This girl slid her panties off, and I saw her bared from the waist down, and for the first time in my young life, I beheld the sight of a young girl's womanhood! It was thin and small, with a sparse covering of hair, but I saw her inner lips filled with blood, pinkly red and opened, and she was wet! Her clitoral hood was thin as well, and I didn't know why, but I suddenly hungered to get down there and lick it! The heady aroma from her aroused sex beckoned me, and I started to move toward her, my feet moving by themselves. "Yes!" she breathed, and reached for my jeans, with me still taking pictures. She had my pants opened and down my thighs in short order and she gazed longingly at my erection as it poked out at her, and they were literally eye-to-eye! She licked the head of my tumescence, and then opening her mouth, took me in. If only I could fully describe in words the heaven I was in! I think I groaned, and closed my eyes. She took her mouth off me, and told me if I didn't keep shooting, I wouldn't be shooting, if I knew what she was talking about. I didn't, but I kept taking pictures anyway because I didn't want this heaven to stop, and she went back to what she was doing, and doing a wonderful job of it! She ran her eager mouth up and down me using her tongue on the underside of my shaft, bobbing her head, and I was in awe of her skills! She was a thirteen year old, and she sure damned well knew what she was doing, I'll give her that! Then, not satisfied with that, she pulled away, and told me she wanted me to fuck her now, and got on hands and knees, faced away from me and told me to hurry up, she had to be home soon, or her Dad would freak. I watched her young sex wink and move, mesmerised by the sight, and then she asked me peevishly if I need help to find the hole? I stuttered, and managed to convey to her that I'd never done it before, and she gaped at me in amazement, and said, "A virgin? I got to pop a virgin?" She went down on her elbows and laughed, and got out, "Oh my god! Beth's gonna love that when I tell her!" and I got mad, and knelt behind her, my knees on either side of hers on the outside, keeping her legs closed, lined my woody at her pouting wet thin-lipped sex, and pushed. Don't ask me how I got it in in one go, that's always been a mystery to me. I was doing what came naturally I suppose. I slid in easily, and she gave a yelp, and then she was pushing back at me, and then we had a rhythm going, and were slapping against each other, and I basked in the feel of her slick tunnel around me. Her dress had slid up her body, and bunched around her shoulders. She had a pale slim back, and I could see the bumps of her spine, and the shape of her ribs. She was still on a down-angle, on her elbows, and she was making uh! uh! uh! sounds, and I could feel her vaginal passage, so smooth, so silky, and I could feel her juices in my pubic hair, and they'd squelch as she pushed back against me, and as I pushed forward into her. She was gasping, moaning, and I was too. She told me to keep shooting, so I used up a lot of film as I pushed and thrust into her, then changed the film again, and just kept pushing the button, aiming the camera at our joined bodies from all and every angle I could think of. Then she spasmed, and bucked under me, and I could feel my body swell, and something was happening, I was out of breath, my head wanted to burst, and now I know that I was having my first climax. The young girl pulled away, making me groan in frustration, but she twisted around, wrapped her lips around my cockhead again, and sucked me as I shot into her mouth. She swallowed it all, until I was exhausted and soft. I got it all on film, and she smiled, then grinned around my cock as I snapped away, proud of her efforts. She let me go, and I had to tuck myself in, and she wanted to know if I wanted take more pictures of her, maybe with Beth, her friend, as well?, smiling slyly, running her fingertips over my crotch. Damn straight, I did! And I told her so. I was flying on a euphoric sexual high, so she made me give her my number, promising to call me. She walked away, and I saw her panties on the ground, and called out to her, holding them up in the air for her to see, telling her she'd left them behind! She just laughed, and told me to keep them, as I might need them later! I stuffed them into my back jeans pocket, and before she went too much further, I asked her what her name was. She called out, "Leesa!" then she ran off, her skirt flying around her slim legs, laughing with a carefree sound, and I yelled out, "My name is Reg!" then I stood there in that graveyard, unable to stop grinning. *** When I got home that late afternoon, I went into the lounge, and Dad was there, watching something mindless on TV, unwinding from work. Dad worked odd hours at a lumber mill, so he was sometimes home before dinner was ready, or even on. I was still in a dreamy state, running the events that had happened over and again in my mind, savouring every detail. The panties were still in my pocket, making a comfortable bump in my pocket. Dad asked if I'd had fun, and I looked blankly at him. "Did you have fun today, son?" he asked again, and I couldn't help myself, I grinned at him, and told him, "Yeah!" Dad saw the look on my face, misread it, and smiled, and said "that's good, you should be out enjoying yourself." If he only knew! -= Chapter Two =- I worked part-time at the local Kodak branch, where the proprietor, Mr. Pittman, did everybody's printing, and he sold a variety of photographic paraphernalia, and he took me on one day when I'd approached him, asking him if he could teach me how to print photos. I showed him some of my photos, he recognised them immediately, and told me he didn't realise they were mine, he thought a photographer had moved in to town and he was hoping to meet him, "and now," he said, "he had!" He shook my hand, and told me he'd been proud to have been the one to handle my work, and when could I start? Just the kind of praise a young boy needed! Mr. Pittman was about forty-seven, a widower, salt and pepper hair, and a wide smile. He had a cat he called Ferocious, who wasn't, actually. He'd come slinking around the door, and would literally have a heart attack if you as much as looked at him, he was so placid. Mr. Pittman stood maybe five-eight, and he had a heart of gold, and he'd extend credit to people, but not everyone. He'd been stung too many times, so he knew people, and he knew who'd pay, and who wouldn't. Every few months, he'd have a cleanout, going through the stacks of envelopes that people hadn't come to collect, taking out the photo's he wanted, and binned the rest. He was also a very patient man, and he spent hours with me, teaching me the trade, and showing me how to use the equipment to take the negatives and make photos out of them. I was really grateful to him for that, and tried my hardest to learn, and to clean the store every day I was in there. *** So now you see, I had a problem. I wanted to develop the films, but I had either to get Mr. Pittman's permission, which meant he's see what was in the pictures, or I had to be sneaky, and risk ruining everything and lose my job. I was up the creek on that one. No matter which angle I looked at it, I still had the same problem, and call me stupid, but I came to the conclusion that I'd have to be honest with him, but not actually get him to see the photos. That of course gave me new problems. I should have just told that damn girl to go away! *** So, the next time I was working at the store, working as much as I could in the developing room, and those blasted films were a millstone around my neck, even if they were in my jacket pocket. As Mr. Pittman was getting ready to close the store, I swallowed, and asked him if I could talk to him, please. He'd been noticing me all afternoon, and although I wasn't slacking off, he'd noticed that I wasn't concentrating on what I was doing. Mr. Pittman closed the store, and taking the broom out of my hands, he leaned it up against the wall, took my elbow, and showed me to his office out back. He showed me to a chair, then sat down on his side of the desk there, and looked at me for a long moment, his fingers steepled in front of his face. He swung back and forth in his swivel chair, and then he stopped moving, and leaned forward on his elbows. I was nervous as hell, and I was hypnotised by his actions. "Well, Reg," he said finally, "I think you're either going to tell me you want to quit, or you want a raise. Which is it?" He had totally misread the situation, and I gave a start, and blurted, "Oh, no! No, Mr. Pittman! neither of those, sir!" He gave me a stern look, which he hardly did, and told me he'd been watching me all afternoon, and I looked like I had a bug up my ass about something! I was miserable. I wanted to see how the photos had turned out, and I wanted to relive the memory of my time with Leesa, and now, I was near tears, totally lost in my misery, and I broke down, and spilled my guts. *** Mr. Pittman held out his hand, palm up, and with a wistful look at them, I surrendered the three rolls of film, silently wishing them goodbye. My heart was around my ankles, and I wanted to die. As I sat there, my head down, Mr. Pittman gruffly told me to follow him and I got up, expecting him to destroy them. Instead, he took me into the developing studio, and told me to prepare the chemicals, while he got the paper ready. I woke out of my self-pity fog, and perked up. Had I heard him correctly? I didn't wait to find out, and rushed to do his bidding. He growled, "How many times I got to tell you? Slowly, but surely, boy!" We spent a long time in there, and he told me to call my parents and tell them to put my dinner in the oven, as I was going to be late. Thank god it was a Friday, and we went through the process, and he made copies of all the photos, and then, at last, there were two piles of three envelopes sitting there. Then he picked them up, and we went into his office, and we sat, then he passed me mine, and Mr. Pittman told me to put them into my jacket pocket, and to come back to the office. I did so, and when I returned, he opened the first envelope, and extracted the photos one by one, looking at them, and then passing them on to me. As I went through them, the kindly old gentleman was back, and he'd ask me about Leesa, and he really thought that she was a cutie, he said, and sighed, and said he'd wished he'd been there, or that maybe could have had a turn with her. That shocked me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing! But Mr. Pittman had no expression on his face, he had his head down, and I wondered if he'd realised he'd even said what he did. When we'd gone through the photos, I asked him why he wanted a set of his own for, probably as payment for the use of the chemicals and paper, I thought. He looked at me seriously for a moment, then got up, and from a wall safe, he extracted a cardboard box and when he opened that, it was stuffed full of old envelopes, and some new ones. He sat it on the desk, just looking at it. Then he sighed, and quietly explained that there were more people taking those kinds of photos than I might think. "A lot of people, and I do mean a lot, come from far and wide to get me to develop their pictures for them." he said. "Or, they send me the film, and I send them back the photos and negatives, and I always keep a copy of them, just for my own enjoyment. I got a reputation for being discreet, and have had a few years now!" "Reg," he said, "that day," and he waved at the pile of evidence in front of us, "was your first, of so many things. You lost your virginity, you got to have sex with a fantastic young woman, and you now have the tangible memories of it, to last you a lifetime, and", he said, his eyes sparkling, "you took those photos yourself! An added bonus for your enjoyment of them!" He sighed again, and told me, "I'm going to show you something, and none of this is to ever leave this office. I trust you, young man, and I know you'll respect that!" Then, he pulled out some envelopes, passed them to me, and told me to have a look, and then picking up the pictures of Leesa, he sat back, and left me to it. *** I went through the photos, and they had men and women, women and women, men and young girls, women and young girls, men and men, men and boys, women and boys, my god, there was even some that had women and dogs! I was panting like I'd run a race, and I was in sexual overload looking at them. In the end, I was all porned-out, and had to put them down, and hand them back. I stood up, thanked my friend for his help and understanding, and went home. He was still sitting there in his chair, and he just waved, and said, "See you next week, Reg!" and didn't even look up from a picture of my woody in Leesa's very wet young pussy. When I got home, Mom was in a fuss, demanding to know what I was doing at the store, what had I done wrong to be made to stay behind, and she generally grilled me. I gave her answers that were mostly truth, until Dad came into the kitchen and told her to leave me alone. Mom got into a huff, took my dinner out of the oven, and slammed it down onto the table, telling me I should be grateful she'd saved me some, and stormed off into her and Dad's room, slamming the door. Dad was watching this outburst, shook his head, and whispered to himself, "I don't know what's gotten into her lately!" He looked at me, and told me to enjoy my dinner anyway, and he left, going into the room to talk with her. *** I had my dinner, then went and showered, and then sat on my bed, with the three packets of photo'd on the bed in front of me. I wanted to wait till Mom and dad was in bed, then I was going to wait till later to pull them out, and look at them, but temptation got the better of me, so closing my bedroom door, I sat back down, and opened the first packet. There were the shots of the headstones, and I ran a critical eye over them, thinking I might go back there, and shoot some more. Then came the shots of Leesa posing, and I remembered the feeling of her limbs, the silky smoothness of her skin, how I'd so wanted to lift her dress, and gaze at her panties, never thinking for one moment I would taste such forbidden fruit! Then, as I was picking up a shot of Leesa with her hand in her panties, her face flushed and almost crazed with lust, the door opened, and Dad, thank god! came in and was saying, "Reg, I want to..." and his voice faded as he caught sight of what was spread out on my bed. He stopped dead in his tracks, and stared for a few long seconds at the pictures, and then he turned, closed the door, and sat on the end of the bed, still looking at the damning evidence facing him. "My god, Reg!" was all he said for a time, and he was breathing a bit fast. He looked up at me, and I could see disbelief, hurt, and most strange of all, lust, in his eyes. He picked one of the shots up, his hand trembling, and stared at it. "My boy is growing up fast," he breathed. "Is this you inside her?" he asked, holding up the picture. I was a shot of my woody in Leesa's young pussy, and I'd held the camera low, so you could see me hard, half-buried in her sweet young pussy. "Yes, it is," I said, waiting for a whupping, that I knew must surely come. He said nothing for a time, and then firmly he told me, "Tomorrow, I'm putting a lock on your door. If you're going to be taking and looking at this kind of stuff," he said, "you're going to need your privacy. I'll deal with your mother, so you'll have to step quiet around her for a few days." He stood up, and before he left, he said, "Better you wait until your mother goes to bed, and get yourself some paper towels and air freshener." Then he looked away and asked, "Are you masturbating yet?" I sat there in shock, not believing my ears. He wasn't going to whup me, and he was even helping me, by giving me advice on how to hide the evidence! Holy shit, man, I lucked into a parallel universe or something! I looked at my father, and he couldn't drag his eyes from the photos. I told him, not yet, then was honest with him, and told him I didn't know how. He stared me in the eye, saw I was telling the truth, and told me not to go far tomorrow, we were going to talk about that, father to son, man to man. Then he went out the door, and closed it behind him, and the house was quiet for the rest of the night. *** Dad was up early the next morning, and he brought his tool box and a latch into my room, and while Mom was berating him, accusing him of keeping her away from me, fixed the latch onto my door, and then tested it to see it worked. Satisfied, he gave me a smile, and said, "That should stop anyone busting in unannounced!" and we both knew he meant Mom. Dad had told Mom that a young man needed his privacy, I wasn't a boy anymore, which Mom debated against, saying I was her boy, and she had every right to come into my room, and then her and Dad had an argument, and it lasted all day, and Mom would not let it go. Dinner was strained to say the least. Mom would not talk to Dad, and he tried to get her to see his point of view, and I stayed quiet, even though Mom kept shooting angry looks at me, silently demanding that I back her up. But, I kept to myself, and tried not to look her in the eye, and after Mom had done the dishes, she stormed back into her room, burst into tears that she made sure we heard, and slammed the door. *** Then later that evening, Dad knocked on my door, and asked if he could come in. I told him it was okay, and he opened the door, and entered. He had a towel rolled up in his hand, and closing the door, he latched it securely, and he said, "I told your mother I was going to have a talk with you, and I finally managed to calm her down. I told her we had some man-stuff to talk about, and she's watching one of her never-ending mindless soap operas, so that should give us some time together." Dad unrolled the towel, and it had a roll of paper towels and a can of air freshener in it. He handed these to me, and told me to put them somewhere, but not just yet. Then he sat on the spare bed in my room, and was quiet for a while, gathering his thoughts. We lived in a small house, only two bedrooms, and there were two single beds in my room, just in case we had an overnight visitor, but that had happened only once, when my grandmother, Mom's mother came for a weekend. Her and Dad didn't get on, yeah same old story, huh? and she'd left in a huff not long after when she tried to get me to sleep on the couch, saying it wasn't proper for her to have a young boy sleeping in there with her. Dad told her flat out there was no way I was giving up my own bed in my own room, just so she could feel superior. That started an argument that lasted a month, and life was uncomfortable for a while there, let me tell you! So, as Dad sat there, he started to tell me that there was nothing wrong, far from it, for a person to masturbate, saying it was a natural and safe way to relieve one's 'urges', and we had a conversation about that, and then he began to describe the different ways a man could masturbate, feeling good doing so. Well, talking about it is one thing, but the doing is something else entirely, and we came to the point where Dad got up, and told me not to be shocked, as he was going to have to show me how. He told me that if that freaked me out, he would leave, and let me figure it out for myself. It did, and it didn't. Freak me out, I mean. Strange, huh? I desperately needed release from the sexual tension I was under, but didn't know if I was going to be doing it right if he left, and he sat down while he patiently waited for me to speak. I thought it over some more. Finally, I agreed he should show me how, and so Dad stood up, unbuckled his belt, and pushed his jeans and shorts down to his knees, and sat down again. I got up, and a bit shyly, I did the same. *** Dad began to softly stroke his penis, softly talking to me, getting me to copy what he was doing, and I was hard before he was. It was uncomfortable that first time, my hands dry, there not being any natural lubrication, so dad told me to spit on my hand, and rub it onto my stiff erection, which I did, and I had to do that several times, and then it became easier, and then dad was hard as well, and then we were lightly gripping our erections, and we began to breathe deeply, and I noticed were in a synchronised rhythm. I watched dad's hand as it worked on his staff, and he was watching mine, and slowly, but surely, we sped up our motions, and both our eyes were going glassy from our building climaxes. Dad's erection was the same length as mine, but his was a little bit thicker. I mentioned that, and he said I shouldn't worry about it, mine looked just fine the way it was. Then just as we were about to have a glorious climax, there was a loud bang, and the door frame exploded inwards, the door flew open, and Mom was standing there screaming that she had every right to be in her boy's room, and no-one could keep her out! She'd kicked the door in! Holy shit on a shingle, I damn near had a freaking heart attack! The when she saw what we were doing, and she went from ballistic, to space-bound! She screamed, "Holy sweet fucking Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you two doing? Perverts! I'm living under the same roof as a pair of fucking homo perverts! She stood there; chest heaving, her face red with rage, and her hands were balled into fists. She threw her finger at Dad, calling him vile names, who'd stood up when she'd crashed into my room, and his pants fell to the floor, and his erection swayed and bobbed, and he made a grab for his pants, and managed to get them back up. He was trying to calm her down saying there was an explanation, if she'd calm down and listen, but she would have none of it. She was on a roll, and she was making the most of it, screaming vile imprecations at Dad. Then she took a breath, and said, "That's it! That's the last straw! I'm leaving, and don't try to stop me!" Dad went to hold her, and she pushed him away yelling, "Don't you fucking touch me, you fucking pervert! I'm tired of this fucking house, I'm tired of your fucking useless brat, and I'm tired of fucking you!" Then she spun away, and we heard her stomp into their bedroom, and doors were thumping open, and Dad went to see what she was doing, and he was pleading with her, telling her not to go, they could work this out. Buts she was set on going, and packed in a relatively short time, and then she was on the phone, talking to someone, and she was saying, "I'm leaving him! Get here now and pick me up! No, asshole, now! I won't be here for any longer than I have to!" Then she hung up, and grabbing her bags, put them on the porch, and waited. There was a car outside our house in ten minutes. It drove off, and that's the last I saw of my mother. *** A month later, an envelope containing divorce papers arrived in the mail, the return address a lawyer's office. Dad sat there for several hours holding them, tears running down his cheeks, falling onto them, then with a sad sigh, he picked up a pen, and signed them. He put them into the return envelope, and sealed it. Then he sat back onto the couch, and cried, great wracking sobs of grief and loss. I went to him, and we held each other, father and son, and cried, pain over the loss of my mother, and his wife, bonding us closer. About six months later, there was a report in the news of a murder-suicide, involving a travelling salesman, and his common-law wife. She'd killed them both with a handgun. The name was very familiar. It was my mother. *** The months rolled by sedately, and then it was almost time for my seventeenth birthday, and I was wondering what I was going to do. I didn't really have that many friends, not being on any sports teams, and so I had started a photography club at school. There was about nine of us in it, and two were girls, 'geeks' if you want to label them, and they were quiet studious types. Four of the guys were only there because they wanted to have sex with Roberta and Clemency, yes that was her name, given to her by religious parents, and she was anything but! The other two guys were gays. I didn't have a problem with that, I just accepted people for who they were, as long as they didn't interfere with my hobby, photography. One night, I was feeling horny and strung out, working late in the library where I'd gotten a part time job, and one of the shims, Lacy, as he/she called herself was there, giving me unobtrusive looks. Lacy was preparing for a crossover from male to full- time shemale, and she looked damn gorgeous, and if she didn't take her pants off, you'd swear you were talking to a girl. She had breasts and all, nicely shaped ones, was a willowy long haired and long-legged blonde, had a shapely firm ass, and my heart would race just looking at her! But what impressed me about her, was the fact she really did have a genuine interest in photographic studies! Tony was a queen, and he had a thing for the Village People. He was as camp as could be, and he was a riot! Every time you heard giggling, you knew Tony, or Toni, as he wanted to be called, would be in the middle of it. He was a great friend, and we got along well. Well, anyway this particular night, I was putting books away, and the librarian had gone early, saying she had things to do, and would I lock up after I'd finished? I told her, sure thing, and she was off. I called time at closing time, and a dozen people left, I locked the door, and was up a ladder putting books on a shelf, and then Lacy was standing under me, her face level with my groin. I looked down, and was about to ask her what she was doing in here, she reached up, and started to undo my jeans, pulling the zip down. "Lacy!" I gasped, "What the hell are you doing?" She looked up at me, pulled my jeans and shorts down to my knees, and said, "I've wanted to do this for the longest time, Reg! Please don't ruin it for me, please?" Then, not waiting for an answer, she licked my penis, and then took me into her mouth. Oh sweet Jesus! I held onto the shelves to stop myself from falling, and she moved her head back and forth, working her tongue on me, and I was hard in no time. She held onto my thighs, and moved her head slowly, sexily, her mouth sucking and swallowing, her tongue dancing in her mouth on me, and then I was deep in her throat, and her nose was in my pubic hair. She moved her head back, took a breath, and repeated the process. She did that for a couple of minutes, until she was bobbing on my turgid member, and I watched in fascination as it kept disappearing into her mouth and throat. I tried to hold on, but my legs were shaking, and I couldn't stand up on the ladder. I pulled away, and climbed down, and we were kissing, and she held me in her hand, slowly and softly stroking me. Then she dropped to her knees, and continued where she left off. I started to moan, and Lacy stopped, looked up at me and asked me if I wanted to have sex with her. "I've never done that before," I said, "not with a, with a, um, with one like you!" She laughed, and said there was always a first time for everything, and stood up, undid her jeans, slipped her jeans and panties down, then off, and then she stood there nude from the waist down. I looked at her penis, and it was small, and very hard. She was shaven, and smooth. Fascinated, I reached down, and took it into my hand, and stroked it. That was the first 'male' penis I'd touched, besides my own, and I couldn't believe how warm, how silky soft, and yet how hard it was. I looked her in the eyes, so blue and sexy, and asked, "Can I?" She stood there and purred, "Oh, yes, my lovely man, yes you can!" So I went to my knees like she did, and I leaned in, and tasted her. She was remarkably tasteless, but the thrill of it was overpowering. I took her into my mouth, and sucked on her, rolling my tongue around her small hardness, doing so for a couple of minutes, bobbing my head, and she moaned, and pulled me up and told me we can do that later, if I wanted, but for now, she wanted me in her ass, "right now!" She bent over, sucked on me to make sure I was good and hard, and then she got to her knees, and put her derrière into the air, going down onto her chest, arching her back, and told me go slow, and as this was my first time, to be as gentle as I could as I went in. I promised I would. I went to my knees, and positioned myself by her. Her anal opening was brown and puckered, but stretched by her position, I spat on my hand, and rubbed my spittle on my head to get it slick, and placing it against her sphincter, I pushed slowly in, and she relaxed, and then the head was in. Now, how to describe feeling of it? Impossible, you'd have to do it to understand. She was tight, and warm, and she gripped me by contracting her muscles. I slowly pushed in a bit more, and Lacy moaned, not in pain, but in happiness. I groaned from the feeling of my hardness entering her, and then, I was fully buried in her, my pubic hair against the silky buns of her ass. She pushed herself up onto her arms, and began to move back and forth, her breasts swaying, her ass muscles gripping me on the in stroke, and loosening on the out, and I dribbled spit onto my shaft, to lubricate us both. Lacy looked back at me and asked, "Are you sure you've never done this before?' "Never," I said, "but I do know how to read!" She giggled, and began to move faster, her anal channel sliding back and forth, and I was lost in the feeling of her lovely ass and my building climax. Then I was ready to blow, and giving a gasping moan, I cried. "I'm coming!" Lacy whipped around, and taking me into her mouth, sucking on just my crown, her tongue whipping all over it, I came, and jetted into her mouth, months of celibacy ejecting into her willing orifice. She drank it all, and continued sucking on me, milking me, and I cried out and shuddered, finally collapsing on the floor of the library, spent. Lacy laid next to me, held me, and crooned into my ear, "Happy Birthday, Reg!" and giggled. -= Chapter Three =- The next time I was in the library, the librarian called me over, and quietly told me to practice my 'extra-curricular' activities elsewhere, as, she said, pointing up, there were 'eyes in the sky'! I actually blushed, and promised not to do it again. She laughed softly, and told me I wasn't the first to get caught, and then she told me she'd be keeping an eye on me, and as I turned away, she goosed me! The librarian, Miss Parker, was a fantasy of quite a few boys at the school. She was twenty nine, and had a shapely figure, which she kept buried under calf length skirts and long-sleeved sweaters, and jackets in the winter. Some boys called her "Miss Pork-her," earning them detention when reported, or a beating from those boys who'd been having a crush on her. She had a mysterious quality, and actually, most boys, and even some girls, were in love with her. One night, we were working away, putting books onto shelves, and as there was a light load that night, we were finished rather quickly. We sat down at the back of the library, one of the few lesser known 'blind spots' in there, and talked for a while, and she said she'd heard that I was president of the photography, club, and so I told her about it, and the way she was sitting seemed to invite to look at her legs, which I did, but tried not make it obvious I was doing so. They were long and shapely, and were encased in nylon stockings. She slipped her shoes off, and asked me if I could rub her feet? I agreed quickly, not too quickly, I hoped. I'd be Hero Number One if word got out that I'd actually got to touch Miss Parker's feet, and trying not to be too eager, I got down on my knees, and began to rub her feet, first one, then the other, doing my best, and trying to make the experience last. Miss Parker moaned in bliss as I rubbed and rolled her foot, and then she lifted her leg, to give me better access. Oh, my! I got a clear look straight up under her dress, to the juncture of her thighs, and I saw her white panties, and they sat snug against her vagina, and I saw the crease of her lips, and I almost lost it, and had to drop my eyes, and concentrate on her feet. Miss Parker started to talk to me then, telling me how she used to be a child model, and into her teens, and used to pose for adverts, and confessed that the underwear shoots always used to make her hot and bothered. I got a woody instantly. Did she want me to shoot her in her underwear? My god on a Christmas tree! I could do that, try and stop me! So, without looking at her, I said I hadn't done a figure study for a while, and would she want to pose for me? I was red in the face, which I kept down, still not looking at her. She went quiet, and I kept rubbing her foot, then she put her foot down on the floor, put her shoes back on, and stood up. I stood as well, and she just stood there, looking at me silently, until finally, she told me that if she, we, did this, no-one, and she meant no-one, was to know about it. She had a hard look in her eye, and I did not want to cross that woman! *** I had readily agreed, and as we still had two hours on the clock, she said we might as well close up and go back to her place. Again, I was put under a stricture to remain silent about that, and so I did, you're the first person I've told in many years. I had a bag that held my schoolbooks, and it also had my camera and extra film in it. Miss Parker promised to drop me off home later when we were finished, and so we headed off, and she surprised me, because she lived in the better part of town. I watched the houses slide by, and wished I lived in that kind of neighbourhood, and then we were pulling into her driveway and then we were at her door. She unlocked her door, and we stepped into her house, and it was huge! For a guy like me who lived in two bedroom house, it was a little intimidating to stand there, and she took off her shoes, and asked me to do the same, which I did. The carpet was so soft; I sank into it, feeling like I was walking on a cloud. Miss Parker turned to me, and told me for the rest of the time I was with her, I was to call her Kitty, but once back at school, she was Miss Parker again. I said, "Yes ma'am," and promised to do that. *** Kitty told me that there was one more condition. I had to be nude the entire time I was photographing her. She was all business, and not once dropped her eyes to my groin while she spoke to me. I asked Kitty if she wanted me to do so now, and she told me to go and have a quick shower, and then bring my clothes back out when I was dried off. I did so, and stood there in front of her, and she didn't seem to notice me as she said she was going to shower as well, and for me to get the camera ready, and she'd be out shortly. She didn't take long, coming back into her living room, with a towel around herself, drying her hair, and then brushing it. She made us a drink, and I tasted a weak bourbon for the first time. I've drunk bourbon ever since, and loved the taste, in memory of her. Then she sat down on the couch, and in a knowledgeable way, discussed poses and camera angles with me, but in the end, she told me to direct her, she'd leave that up to me, to gauge my experience. I started to snap pictures of her as she sat there talking, so she accepted that, and I told her to put her arms up on the back of the couch, look into the camera, and to cross her legs, She gave me a small smile, and told me that surprised her, as she fully expected me to tell her to open them! Then she said nothing more, because I said nothing as well, I was concentrating on her, and the camera. We got down to business, and I had her pose in different positions, all the while with her towel on, and it kept opening, so we went with it, until with an exasperated grunt, she pulled it from herself, and threw it away, and she then was gloriously nude, and I gasped at her perfect body, my camera forgotten for the moment. She had perfect round breasts, with dark pink nipples, and her pubic thatch was thin, and trimmed. She had an hour glass figure, and with her long black hair, and pale skin she looked a Grecian goddess. She had a slightly rounded face, and full lips, that I noticed she kept wetting them with the tip of her tongue, and this time, she was openly looking at my groin, and she had a glazed look in her eye. Her legs were long and shapely, and she had pretty feet, attached to well- turned ankles. *** Kitty stood, and wetting her lips, she swayed toward me, and I kept snapping away, until she filled the viewfinder. Then her hand gently pushed the camera down, and she was in my arms, and we were kissing. Her hands roamed over my body, and when I didn't respond immediately, she took my hand, and placed it on her breast. I felt the dark pink nipple harden, and it pushed into my palm, and an electric shock zapped me, and then I was gently kneading her full mound, and she was moaning into my mouth and grinding her pelvis into mine, and that's when I let go, and had a marvellously hard woody that pushed into the base of her belly. I put the camera down, and it was forgotten. Kitty pulled me down onto the floor, and I noticed we were lying on a sheepskin rug, and it felt amazingly soft on my back. We kissed some more, her hands travelling all over me, and then she was kissing her way down my body, licking my nipples, and nipping them, making me gasp as little shocks rippled through me. She giggled, and continued down my torso, spent a couple of seconds licking my belly button, and then she held me in her hand, stroked me gently, then dipping her head, her hair hiding her face, she took me into her mouth, and hummed. The state of sexual tension I was in almost made me ejaculate, but I gritted my teeth, and my hips gave a lurch. Kitty gave a full-throated chuckle, and began to give me small licks and sucks, teasing me, driving me to distraction. My god, but that woman knew how to pleasure a man! *** Kitty then started to slide her mouth and tongue down my length, her saliva making the process easier. Her tongue was busy, licking me, never still, her mouth keeping a perfect suction. Then she lifted her leg, and straddled my face, and I gazed up into her slick folds, wet and opened, and her fragrance made me light-headed. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, and caressing the globes of her bottom, which was firm, I leaned my head into her, and tasted her. I flicked my tongue across her inner lips, and Kitty stiffened, and gave a small cry, then I began to caress her, licking and drinking her secretions in, savouring the taste, driving my tongue up into her, and then I gave her clitoris a swipe, licking her dripping pussy frantically, and she bucked, and then attacked my turgid member furiously. We continued like that for a few minutes, and then she climbed off me, and with a definitely glazed look, sat astride my groin, held my member, and lowered herself on me. She was so warm and snug, and when she was settled on me, I was deep into her, and she sat there, her hands on my chest, and I could feel small ripples travelling down my hard cock. Kitty was giving small whimpers, shuddering in what I guessed was an orgasm as I filled her. She began moving then, slowly at first, gradually moving faster, up and down, up and down, and then I was moving with her, and we bucked and shook, riding each other, and Kitty began to wail, a high-pitched sound that didn't stop, pounding down onto me, her orgasm strong and intense. Then I felt a boiling in my balls, and then liquid fire coursed through my length, and I bucked up into her, and cried out my own release. *** Kitty lay atop me, and her hand caressed my chest in slow circles. She hadn't said a word since she'd climaxed, and neither did I. Just then, my deflated member slipped from her, and then I felt my ejaculate drip from her, and she raised herself, got off me, passed me her towel, the one she'd worn, still with her fragrance on it, and as I cleaned myself off, she did the same to herself, with the towel she'd dried her hair with. I got a tingle as I watched her pass the towel between her legs, wiping herself. She chose to look up at that moment, and she gave a rueful grin, and told me that it seemed to be a male thing, us getting interested watching a woman who has her hands anywhere near her crotch. That broke the ice, and we both laughed, and then we sat on her couch, but not together. Kitty sighed, and asked me what we're going to do with the film that I'd shot, and I told her not to worry, I knew of a discrete and trustworthy fellow who could get them printed for her, no charge, if she wished to have a copy of them? "Who's that?" she enquired. I looked at her, and with a smug grin, said, "Me!" I told her about my job at the store, and told her Mr. Pittman allowed me to print off my own work, and let me make copies, within reason, of course. Kitty was immediately interested, and agreed. *** The next time I was in the store, I waited until there was a lull, and went to Mr. Pittman, showed him the rolls of film, and asked him if he knew of Miss Parker, the school librarian? He grinned, and nodded, and his eyes became alight with interest, and he just nodded at the developing room. Say no more! When I was in the library next after that, I manoeuvred Miss Parker into a secluded corner, and passed her the packets of photos and negatives. We didn't say a word, and pretended it was normal library business, and I walked off. We hadn't said anything to each other about our assignation, and I kept to my word faithfully, and so we pretended it didn't happen, and remained good friends after that. A couple of days later, after the library was closed, and we were putting books away, Miss Parker called out to me, down the end of the library. She was in the blind spot, and beckoned me over. She grabbed me, and kissed me, her tongue thrashing in my mouth. She stepped back, and panting, she told me she'd finally got up the courage to view the photos, and she told me she was very impressed looking at them. She couldn't believe what kind of talent I had, because, she said, I had made her look beautiful! "But you are, Miss Parker!" I told her sincerely. "Nearly every boy in school is in love with you, and even a few girls! When anyone thinks of a Goddess, they think of Miss Parker!" She went silent, mulling over my praise of her beauty. She looked at me from under lowered lids, and she said softly "Girls? Girls are in love with me? Do you know which ones?" I thought for a moment, and gave her four names that I knew of. She looked at me with a calculating look, and told me to keep this to myself, and she'd come up with a plan where I might be able to do a session with her and one or two of those girls, whom she knew, from them coming into the library, and talking with her. I went hard, and she noticed, and so she smiled, gave it a pat, and said, "Easy, tiger, maybe we can indulge him if things went well!" Miss Parker went into a campaign of seduction. She developed an interest in those girls, all about sixteen to eighteen, and would chat and laugh with them, and although it took a couple of months, one day she stood next to me, not looking at each other, and in a low voice, told me a small gathering was planned for Friday night at her place, and to make sure my camera was working. She moved off, and we went about our business for the night, and spoke no more of it. *** Friday came around, and Miss Parker picked me up down the street from my house, and we were travelling up the freeway to her house. She proceeded to fill me in, telling me that she'd got Alicia Trumble and Dana Miscombe to come over, and she'd told them that I was a scout for a modelling agency, but kept my affiliation secret, my being, she'd told them, 'undercover!', always on the lookout for new talent. Miss Parker confided to me, due to our relationship of trust, that sometimes she did the occasional lingerie shoot, but mainly nudes, and not very often, out-of- town 'adult' sessions, as she wasn't really into them, but they paid good money. Both girls were sixteen, with curvy hips, and more than one boy pined about them, because they were lovely, in a natural way. Dana was a slim brunette, and she had a beautiful figure, with C cup breasts, that lifted and were firm. Her hair hung down to her shoulders, and she had brown eyes, and she had an infectious smile. Her legs were slim and developed, and she had firm calves, from her working out in the cheerleading squad. Alicia was a relatively quiet girl, had a small circle of friends, and was a science major. Her body was more rounded, but she didn't have an ounce of extra fat. She spent a large amount of time in the library, always studying, because she wanted to go onto college and study to become a bio-chemist. She, too, had a C cup bust, and it sat on her chest rounded and firm. She wore mainly dresses, and her legs were a boy's wet dream. She had a butt that swished when she walked, but she seemed unconscious of it, looking blankly at the boys who'd comment on it. *** When we got to her house, both girls were already inside, Miss Parker having let them in earlier, before coming to pick me up. She made the introductions, and although both girls had seen me around school, and working in the library, they really didn't know me, and sat there, quiet and a bit apprehensive. Miss Parker went to the drinks cabinet, and told us that as we were going to 'intimate' with each other she was making us a drink to settle our nerves, and poured three glasses of chilled white wine for herself and the girls, and a weak bourbon for me. Both girls tried of course to protest at being given alcohol, but Miss Parker told them that it was only one glass they were going to have, to sip it slowly, as she didn't want drunken girls wrecking her place! They giggled at the picture that conjured up, and accepted the glasses, silently daring each other to be the first to sip. So, they did it together, and exclaimed at how nice it tasted! Then putting down her glass, Miss Parker stood, put her chin in her hand, tapped her finger against those lovely lips of hers, she said for us to wait there, telling me to get my camera out and start shooting the girls, to get them used to the sound of it, and me as well, as she was going to be back shortly. I did as she said, and Dana and Alicia huddled on the couch, whispering and darting looks in my direction. I just concentrated on shooting them, picking my shots, moving around them, doing close ups, and when the girls began to relax, they actually started to pose for me, giggling all the while! Miss Parker had returned, and stood silently watching them. Then, when she judged the time was right, she came in and placed two small suitcases on the floor, opened them, and asked the girls to gather round, and they oohed and aahed at the collection of lingerie sets, and bikini outfits. She started to encourage the girls to go try something on, and they looked at each other and blushed. So Miss Parker took a bikini set, and stood up and said she might as well start things off, and began to disrobe, right there in front of us! "What are you doing?" Dana almost shrieked, shock and excitement on her face. "You can't do that in here! What if he sees you?" motioning her eyes at me. Miss Parker looked down at her kneeling on the floor, and told her I was a photographer, and a very good one, and that I had seen naked women before, so what was the problem? *** Miss Parker was wearing a sheer bra, and her dark nipples were starting to become hard, and they poked out of the thin material. The girls noticed, and they went silent, awed by them, and the librarian pulled her shoulders back a little and stood there, a Goddess indeed! All this time, I had said nothing, and was clicking away, taking my shots, and my time, and getting their reactions to Miss Parker, and close-ups of her bra-clad mammaries. Miss Parker told them that if they were shy, they'd all go into her room, and they would get changed there. As the girls picked out their swimwear, Miss Parker told me to get undressed, and to wait for them. So I did in short order, and was standing with my back to the door, checking the camera to see how many shots I had left, and when Dana and Alicia returned, were greeted by the sight of my bare butt! Both girls made horrified squeaks, and I turned, my manhood soft and hanging down, making no expression on my face, Miss Parker told them that she'd told me to do that, as it wasn't fair that I'd be the only one clothed during the session. They were skittish, but seemed to accept that, and a bit nervous at first, they were put in poses by 'Kitty' as she told us to call her for this session. All the women were in bikinis of different colours and styles. They were lovely, and I moved around them, asking for an arm here, a hand covering there, a leg shifted just so, taking snaps when they'd got it right, and soon, they calmed down seeing me be professional. Then, they got up, and changed outfits, giving me a chance to change the film, and then they were back, and the poses began to change subtly, and the women began to touch each other, and themselves, in provocative stances. Bikini straps began to come loose, and the tops of their breasts were in view, and I snapped happily away. I noticed the mood began to change as well, and all of them, and possibly me as well, were becoming slightly aroused, and the smell of female secretions began to fill the room. *** Kitty got them up and told then it was time for the lingerie session, and Dana and Alicia didn't even protest, and picked out the most sheer and daring, grinning openly at each other, and me, then they were off in a cloud of teenage hormones, and a storm of giggles. I had to stand there, and took a deep breath. I was worn out with suppressed need, and the effort of keeping my woody from exploding into life. Kitty came up to me, and kissed me on the cheek, and she told me she was proud of me, and that I'd earned my reward. I looked into her eyes, but she just smiled, and getting an outfit out of the case, she walked away, and I watched her firm globes swishing in her bikini bottoms. The girls each went through several changes of outfits that evening, separately and together, and soon, they didn't even go into the bedroom to change, they just took off their lingerie, dropped it in a separate pile where Kitty had told them to put them, as she'd wash them later. They'd pose without Kitty with them, and who didn't seem to mind, the teens getting more provocative and more daring with each passing moment. They had finished their wine long before; and both girls were on a hormone-fueled high. Before anyone realised it, or noticed, suddenly the lingerie was forgotten, and they were nude, not caring, but still posing for me and Kitty. Their fingers were all over their own young hairless mounds, and experimenting with each other's bodies, and soon after that they couldn't keep their hands off each other. That progressed to kissing, then sucking each other's nipples, their fingers in each other's swollen lips and clits, and then Dana went to her knees, and told Alicia she'd always wanted to taste her! Alicia looked at her in shock, but kept her legs open, so Dana took that as permission, and dipped her head, and slowly ran her tongue up the teen's sexual parting, and Alicia gave a strangled moan, and slid down further to give the licking teen more access. Alicia grabbed her breasts, and her head went back, and she closed her eyes. "How freakin' sexy is that!" I heard Kitty whisper. -= Chapter Four =- I whispered to Kitty that I was on my last roll of film, so she told me to use it up, and when I had done so, to let her know, and then they'd take care of me, and she looked down at my penis twitching, and gave me a compassionate look. "Soon," she said. "I promise!" She went to the girls, and manoeuvred them onto the sheepskin rug, and put them into a sixty-nine, running her hands all over them. I took photos of the girls until I clicked empty, and nodded to Kitty, who told me to put the camera away, and join them on the floor. She was nude by then, rubbing her own needy centre. The two teens were in a world of sexual need and they were reluctant to let each other go, and once on the floor, glued themselves together, and within minutes, were crying out and thrashing in a combined orgasm as they licked and tasted each other's' sexual centre. Kitty and I knelt on the floor, and Alicia, who was on her back, looked up and saw me, and this time, I had given my woody free reign. It was leaking precum, and she reached up, and began to stroke it, murmuring she'd never held one before. "Do you want Reg to make love to you?" Kitty asked her gently. Alicia looked up at her, and in a small voice told the older woman she had never been with a man before. Kitty just looked at her kindly and told her it was a marvellous experience, but if she didn't want to, or didn't feel ready, then she or Dana would take care of me. Dana smiled at her, and agreed with Kitty. Alicia looked into my eyes, and gave a tremulous smile, and said it was okay; she had to know what she'd been missing. Alicia hugged Dana, and thanked her, tears in her eyes. Apparently, Alicia had had a crush on Dana for a while, and told her so and damned if I know how Kitty knew about it, but she sure got that situation right! Kitty and Dana positioned me between the young girls' legs, and as Kitty raised her legs and bent her knees, opening her for me, Dana kissed and stroked her, calming her, focussing her attention off me, and onto her. Kitty gently guided Alicia's hand onto me, and helped the girl to position my aching member, filled to bursting with blood and need, and she placed me at her opening, and gently, ever so gently, I slid into her wet and silky folds. I held off pushing into her further, so Alicia took matters into her own hands, so to speak, and locked her ankles behind me, and as she lunged up with her hips, she pushed down with her ankles. I drove into her and she bucked up at me, and she yelled, "Holy Einstein!" and relaxed under me, and looked at us all, with a look of wonder on her face. "That felt better than winning a Bursary to college," she gasped. "My god, why did I put this off for so long?" Then she flushed, and giggled, and began to move under me, experimenting with the new sensations emanating from her invaded young sex. We all laughed, and Kitty and Dana were forgotten, who decide to go into a huddle themselves, and began to make love to each other, and soon, the aromas and sounds of four people grunting, sighing, crying out and making the age-old sounds of love drove me to my own held-off climax, and with a roar, I emptied myself into the climaxing body of the sweet young teen under me. *** For the rest of the year, Miss Parker and I had several photographic sessions with different girls, and amazingly, no-one found out about it! At school, she was always 'Miss Parker," the mild mannered librarian, and no-one knew different. My collection of envelopes accumulated, and every now and then, I'd let my Dad 'borrow' some, and he'd be busy for rest of the night, jacking off for all he was worth! Mr. Pittman got his share as well, and always looked forward to me coming into the store to share them with him. Dana and Alicia had a relationship with each other for a while, going out on dates with different boys, but were always with each other at school. They met up again after college, and last I heard, were living together in a bisexual relationship. Good for them! I graduated, and Miss Parker took me to a secluded campsite, and I photographed her all weekend, and we made love in the evenings, drawing it out, savouring each other's bodies, and when we parted at the end of that year, she cried, looking pretty doing so, and we promised to keep in contact. We have, and every now and then, I'd get a call, and there'd be new girls to photograph, and new young bodies for me to explore. Damn, life is good! Then, after I'd graduated college, there was a computer revolution, and suddenly, it exploded with porn sites, and I'd got myself a computer by then, and I scanned all my old photos, and put them in files, and I could always remember the names of the girls, their ages, and my collection grew by leaps and bounds. I'd surf the picture sites, and goddam! but there is some nubile young flesh out there. But, heh, there's always a girl or woman or three who wants to be famous, or just prove to themselves that they're pretty, and I'd get approached to do a shoot. I never say no! I kept the photos, and I was glad I did, because my computer crashed one afternoon, and I lost everything! Shit for breakfast! I had to re-scan and upload all over again, and it took me months! Damn, that pissed me off! So, I got smart, and copied them off onto disc, and now, if that damned piece of hardware crashes again, I got my back-up! Hah! Go fuck yourself, Murphy! *** I took over the store, and the contacts, fewer now thanks to the internet, from Mr. Pittman after he'd had a stroke, and I'd go visit with him at the home. Tore my heart looking at him in there and he was in a bad way, and didn't recognise me at first. Then one day, he grabs my hand, passes me a piece of paper with a number on it, and tells me he wanted me to have his treasure. I knew what he was talking about, and a nurse standing nearby, a tasty young twenty-year old, said "Oh, that's so nice of you, Mr. Pittman!" He rolled his eyes, and with a sigh, he passed away right there. I cried my eyes out, holding onto my mentor and friend. Fuck you, Murphy. *** I was working away one day in the store, and I noticed two young girls, in their early teens, standing outside the door, and they seemed to daring each other to come in. I watched them, because every now and then, a kid or two would come in, and try to steal something, usually memory cards for cameras, or some small shit, just to prove they're smarter than the average retard. Great invention, those! Memory cards, over four hundred shots, and you can delete the shit ones instantly! No more film to use, although there were boutique stores that catered for that type of photography. Finally, they were brave enough to step past the threshold, and they walked up to me, and asked if my name was Reg? I looked at them, and they were twins, both about five-nothing, and had brunette hair and blue eyes. I had to look again at them, because I knew those eyes! "Would your mother be called Leesa, by any chance?" I asked them. They immediately dropped their jaws, and gaped at me. "Holy cow," one said. "How do you know that?" the other finished. "Mom was going to come in," the first one said. "And chickened out!" her sister continued. "Why was that?" I asked, interested now. Leesa had never called, and I always would look at her shots, and wistfully think about her, and sometimes, even miss her. I had always wondered how she was doing. "She said you had to know something! Something important!" the one on the right told me, and both girls were vaguely familiar, and it wasn't their mother's looks. Suddenly, my heart gave a lurch, and I took them by the arms, but gently, and told them, "You hold on a minute. I'm going to shut up shop, and then I want you to show me where she is! I got to talk to her!" They waited patiently, and I put the "Back in five minutes!" sign on the door. I locked it, and then they were towing me to a coffee shop, each of them having a hand in mine, about fifty yards down the street. I asked the twins where their Daddy was, looking around, hoping he was at work. "We don't have a daddy," one said. "Momma didn't want to get married after she had us! She would always talk about 'Reg', you, maybe, and say that she wished she'd called you up and talked to you more!" They stopped outside the coffee shop, and stood there, urging me to go in. They'd wait outside, they told me in twin-speak, and so they held each other's hand and walked away to sit on a bench. I stood there, suddenly afraid, and gathering my courage, I stepped in. I saw her and recognised her immediately, and she'd filled out nicely, and Leesa was now an attractive woman. She was sitting there at her table, head down, looking for something in her purse. I walked over to her, and stood there, just drinking in the sight of that lovely brown-haired woman who had made me a man. "Leesa," I breathed, "how are you?" Her head snapped up, and she went pale, and gasped, "Oh my god! Reg!" She stood up hurriedly, and her chair crashed to the floor, forgotten. A waitress came over, and asked if Leesa was alright, and did she need any help? That broke the spell, and Leesa told her, yes, she was all right, and no, she didn't need any help, but thank you anyway. The waitress gave me a sharp look, picked up the chair, and we sat down, and didn't say anything for a time, just gazing into each other's eyes. My god, I realised. I'd been in love with her for years. *** "I wanted to call you," she said softly after about five minutes, "so many times!" She looked me in the eyes, as if she couldn't believe I was sitting there, and she had pain, worry about something, and a spark of hope that trembled just below the surface. "I had so much fun that day with you, and that silly little girl was so happy because she "got to pop a virgin!" We both laughed at the recollection of her words, so long ago now, but still fresh in my memory. I told her I still had her panties, if she wanted them back! Her jaw dropped at that. Then she got serious. "Even though you shot onto my mouth that day," she said, "you'd also ejaculated into me before I could stop you. You put just enough into me to get me pregnant." She sighed, and looked out of the window, and I saw the pain of the memories she had to live with. "My dad bust a fit when he found out I was pregnant!" she said, nodding her head at the girls outside, where she could see them. "He was livid! He was going to call the police, or track you down, and kill you! He tried to get me to tell him what your name was, but I only knew you as Reg, and I kept that knowledge to myself, and told him you were just a random man I had sex with, just to pay him back." She looked at me to gauge my reaction, so I reached over the table top, and held her hand. "He knew the babies weren't his, because he did six months behind bars for assault. I was having my first period when we had sex, and didn't even know it!" "He wanted to be the one to get me pregnant, because," and she looked down, ashamed, "he was having sex with me since I was ten and a half. Mom had died from a beating he'd given her, but he made me tell the police she'd fallen down the cellar stairs." "After the funeral, he told me I was the mommy now, so my life of hell began. He raped me that night, and almost every night after that." "After I became pregnant, he wouldn't touch me, as I was 'soiled goods!' I was so happy when that happened, as I couldn't stand to have that fat miserable piece of slime on me. He's dead now, and I'm not sorry he is!" She grabbed onto my hand, and told me, "They're good girls, Reg! Really, they are, just a little bit different! If anything happens to me, please promise me you'll take good care of them!" She started to cry, and through her tears, she pleaded, "Please, Reg?" I asked her what would happen to her? Now that I knew I had two fine young girls, I wanted to take them all home with me, as dad had died finally of a broken heart. Even though Mom had treated us with contempt, he still loved her, and when he passed away, he had a picture of her on his chest, and so I buried that with him. After that, I'd thrown out all the old furniture, and replaced it all, and now the spare room could have the twins in it, or I would buy a new house, big enough for all of us. Leesa, still gripping my hand, told me she had cancer, a congenital disease that was slowly sapping her strength, and she wasn't sure she could look after the twins anymore by herself. We sat there, talking it out, and then the girls came in, and Leesa dried her tears, and told me, "Reg, I want to introduce you to my," and her eyes twinkled, "girls. This one," the girl on her left, "is Regina, and this one," the one on the right, "is Lisa-Anne!" I smiled at them, and they smiled back, and together said, "Nice to meet you!" Then she turned to them and with a catch in her voice, said to them, "Girls, I want to introduce you to a special man. He was, and still is, my first love. Regina and Lisa-Anne, this is Reg Whistler." They looked at me, two blue-eyed china dolls. "Girls, say hello to your father!" *** They moved in with me, and we spent almost all of our time catching up on the lost years. Leesa and I rediscovered each other's bodies, and she was so warm, so soft, and gentle, that I would be afraid that she wouldn't be around anymore. The twins, Lisa-Anne, "call me Lily!" and Regina, "Call me Reg!" were two highly intelligent and lively girls, and they always tried to monopolise their new daddy's time, and couldn't seem to get enough of me! They also went to the same school I went to, and were in awe of a beautiful Librarian named Miss Parker! I laughed, and told them that I had a crush on her when I was at the school, "Wow, really? No way!" and I told Leesa later in bed about her, and she lay there, awe and shock on her face, and said, "Really? Holy shit, Reg, no way!" She did, however, try to wipe the memory from me by bouncing my bones, and I was sure exhausted in the morning! We had eight glorious months together, and one day, I had a call at the store saying that Leesa was in the hospital, and I closed up shop, and raced over there, almost getting a ticket, but when I explained, with tears in my eyes, to the officer, he let me go. She was in pain, and they told me she had fallen, and couldn't get up. She was weak, and talked in whispers. Someone had got the girls, and they were there, and we all cried, and stayed there till she passed away, peacefully, holding my hand, her beautiful blue eyes on mine, and she was saying, "My love, my beautiful man, my virgin," when she left us. *** (Silence) *** Excuse me for breaking down. I loved her, and I sure miss her! -= Chapter Five =- God, I needed that bourbon! Gets me every time, when I think of that day. So, where were we? That's right, I had my girls, and we adjusted to their Mom not being with us, and they were in a depression that lasted a fair while, but they were resilient, and we got on with our lives. They'd just not long turned fourteen, and both were beautiful lovely young women, and sometimes, when they'd gang up on their Dad, I always fought a losing battle! One day, the two girls were invited out to a sleepover, and asked me if they could go, It wasn't far, they told me, and there's be no booze or boys involved, and they were secretive about where, who, "just a good friend, I wouldn't know her!" and got really defensive and uptight when I pressed for details. So, I put my foot down, and told them, no information in case anything happened, no sleepover! I wasn't popular that night, and they went into a funk, and told me I didn't love them, I didn't trust them, etc, etc! In the end, I caved in, yeah, big surprise!, and I had their promise to call me on the phone if they needed me, and they were so happy, they grabbed me and hugged the crap out of me. About that time, I'd received a call From Kitty, now that we were no longer in school together, and we'd known each other a few years, she told me to call her that. Do you know something, I never knew if that was her real name? Every girl has got her secrets, so I didn't ask. I still don't know to this day. Anyhoo, the call. Well, she calls me up, and tells me she has a surprise for me, and to bring the camera, but I might not want to use it, but wouldn't give me any more details. Our relationship was like that. Ask no questions, get told no lies. I told her the girls were going to be on a sleepover that night, so I'd be free to call round, and we made plans for me to be there at eight on the night. *** On the night, after the girls went off into the late evening, walking up the street, I watched them go out of sight, then got my camera, some extra batteries, and a couple of memory cards, and prepared for the evening. If things went to plan at Kitty's, I'd be there late, and exhausted afterward. So, at eight o'clock exactly, I was on her doorstep, and when Kitty invited me in, she gave me a shot of bourbon, having graduated from weak ones, I saw only her there. When I asked if anyone else was going to be there, or would it be just us? She told me the two girls she had invited over were in her room, getting ready. So I sat there, and we chatted, catching up. She was still attractive, and now dyed her hair, having started to go grey. Her body was still slim and firm, and she told me she had started to work out, as her muscles were starting to betray her and go soft. Her breasts had sagged a little, but were still a delight to look at, and she assured me the schoolboys did look! But her vaginal muscles were as strong as ever. I loved that part of her body! Well, after we had been sitting there, what, maybe fifteen minutes, there was a knock on the wall, and she told me that the girls were ready, and as they were shy of being recognised, I had to wear a blind fold. I didn't mind, as Kitty knew some higher class people, and some of them actually wore masks when we did our shoots! Kitty trusted me not to ask questions, and I trusted her to make sure she was looking after everybody's interests. So, I allowed myself to be blindfolded, and then she called the girls in. I was sitting on the couch still, and I heard Kitty tell me, "Reg, these girls have wanted to meet you for quite a long time. They asked me to help them with the introductions, as they were too shy to meet you in person and ask for this assignation to happen face-to- face. The blindfold is to protect their identities, and if you recognised them, that may, or may not, lead to problems, and to certain questions that for the time being, should not asked." *** She asked the girls, and I could hear them breathing, to disrobe if they wished. I heard the sounds of clothing being removed, and then Kitty said, "Okay, girls, go to him, and prepare him". I felt two nude bodies, one on either side of me, and my hands were taken, and I was lifted to my feet, and then they started to undress me, placing soft kisses on my skin as they uncovered me. They were freshly showered, and there was no hint of any perfume, except the smell of their hair, and the smell of their skin. "You may touch them if you wish, Reg," Kitty told me, "but you must not, under any circumstances remove your blindfold!" I nodded, and reached out slowly, and the girl on my right shivered as my hand found her tummy, sliding down to rest in her soft pubic hair and the girl on my left took my hand, and placed it on her breast, and she gave a deep sigh. It was about the size of an apple, firm and silky, and her nipple hardened into my palm as I caressed it. Then they were both standing next to me, and I was fully nude. The girl on my left, the more aggressive one, leaned into me, and kissed me, her mouth open, and her tongue writhing in my mouth. The girl on my right sank to her knees, and began to fondle me, and then when I was hard, began to stroke me, and as my precum started to flow, she spread it over the head, and suddenly, she took me into her mouth, and she began to suck on me. She was inexperienced, so Kitty began to coach her, and soon, the girl was giving me a world-class blowjob. She would flick her tongue on my glans, then stroke it on the underside, and I groaned, and heard a muffled giggle. Then she started to take more of me into her mouth, and I was tonsil deep. Then the girl on my left sank to her knees, and began a sucking and licking contest, making my knees weak! *** Kitty told them to stand away, then she took my hand, and had me lay down on the sheepskin rug, and then the two girls began again, and as I lay there, my nostrils detected their fragrance, the aroma of aroused females! One of them put her leg over my head, and the aroma of her juices was intoxicating, stronger, and so I wrapped my arms around her thighs, held her tush, and began to lick her. She gasped, and within seconds, she was riding my tongue, and I attacked her clit, and she squealed, and shuddered as I went crazy on it. The girl who was sucking on me lifted up, and began to stroke me, waiting for the girl on my face and tongue to finish. When she had shuddered through her climax she climbed off, and Kitty said, "Reg, these girls have told me that they are virgins, but they want you to collect their cherries. I personally think they've made the right choice!" I went to speak, and Kitty put her finger on lips, and said. "No, Reg, say nothing. It will happen, and you must do this. Enjoy their bodies, because this is what they want!" *** One of the girls put her leg over my waist, and rubbed her pubic mound on my lower stomach, her pubic hair, a soft mat, rasped on me, and she moaned, a deep low moan of longing. She slid down, her hands splayed onto my diaphragm, and then I felt a hand take me, and there was a brief sucking and licking on my glans to wet it, and then I was touching the sexual centre of the girl on me, and then I was placed just inside her, and she gasped, breathless at the contact. The young woman on me placed her hands on either side of me on the floor, and leaned down over me, but not low enough to lay on me. She was finding the right angle for penetration, I guessed. She arched her back, and I heard her sigh. Her nipples tickled my lower ribs, and I wanted to hold her breasts, but left the play to her. She wiggled her hips, feeling me in her, the she slowly, so slowly as not to be moving, slid down onto me, and she was so tight! She was slick with juices, and her nipples danced on my chest and I was in heaven! Then there was a brief clenching spasm, and I was past her hymen, and the girl gave a groan, and she trembled as she stopped for a moment to catch her breath, and then she began to breathe heavily, but didn't move a muscle. She must have got up the courage to continue, because I felt her wet channel slide down me and expand as I entered her. I groaned again, I couldn't help it, she was so tight! Her walls clenched and held me, then they loosened up a little, and then her pubic bone met mine, and she sighed again this time in fullness. Then she was moving on me, sliding up and down my length, and she began to make happy sounds, disarticulated, but they conveyed the same message. She was happy to have me in her, and I was just as happy to be in her. Then the movement of her hips sped up, and soon she was slamming down me, and my hands came up and I found her breasts, rolling her nipples, and her hands held them to her, and she began to cry out and sob with her enjoyment of this intimate act, and then with a shriek, she trembled and shuddered, climaxing with great force, her vaginal walls clenching me in her release. *** I lay there short of breath, and wondered why I hadn't cum? I was feeling a building need, but I couldn't seem to get it past my balls, which tight with semen. As I was pondering this, the second girl slid over me, and I was held again, and my glans was quickly sucked and wetted again, and I felt myself positioned at the opening of the girl on me. She wasn't as slow as the first one. Her lips were opened, and slick, and she was very wet with arousal. She pushed against me, forcing me into her, aggressive and impatient. She sat slowly, though, until I was at her gate, and then she pushed down, and gave a strangled groan, and then I was in her, and even before I was in her completely, she was riding me and moving her hips with abandon. Two completely different personalities and this one was a tiger! She rocked, she rolled, and she boogied on me! She was sliding up and down me, and her energy was exhausting. She scratched my stomach, and it stung, and I gave a cry, and I heard a soft feminine voice whisper, "Oops!" then she giggled, and then she was off again, and her tight wet sheath was rippling, and she cried out, and flopped on my chest and pushed her hips back at as she rode her orgasm. I was groaning, moving my head side-to-side, aching with the need to release, but couldn't. I thought I was going to at one stage, and my shaft contracted inside this young goddess, but I couldn't cum! Damn, but I was frustrated! The girl on me got off me, and then I heard Kitty say, "Oh my darling, I'm so sorry! I must have used too much of that powder I put into your drink! We didn't want you to cum too soon, and I thought I put just enough in." I groaned again, fighting off the urge to rip off the blindfold and give her a piece of my mind, but I just gritted my teeth, and muttered under my breath. Then Kitty said to me, "Reg, dear, remember when you were in the library with Lacy? Well, I still have that tape, and I watch it sometimes when I'm alone, and you did something with her I swore I never would, but, I'm not getting any younger, and I want to do it now." With me remembering my time with Lacy, I sucked in a breath, and a smile creased my face. "Ah, so you do remember! Well, my friend, now's your chance to finally have me completely! No more holding back, my big brave hard man!" I felt something gooey smeared onto my aching shaft, and then Kitty was sitting over me, and I felt a hand take hold of me for the third time that night, and Kitty said with a laugh in her voice, "Well! It's been a long time since I've sat in virgin's blood, but, it adds to the thrill!" Then she took me and placed me at her back passage, and slowly pushed back. Her anal opening resisted, and she grunted, and then pressing back, I felt her give, and my woody bent with the force of it. I groaned, and then suddenly, there was no resistance, and I was past her sphincter! I had just the tip in, and oh god but she was warm and tight back there, and her ass muscles clenched me, trying to force me back out. Kitty sat there, and I heard a young girls voice whisper, "Holy cow, did you see that?", and the other's say, "I gotta try that!" then they were both giggling. Kitty pushed back, and her body slid down me, and I was in a world of heavenly sensations. I moaned, and I felt my heart burst for this wonderful woman, who had now given everything of herself to me, and my hands went to her breasts, and I kneaded them, and she breathed, "Oh, yes, that's nice!" Then we were moving together, and I was drenched in perspiration, my breath came in gasps, and then Kitty was gasping as well, and as we moved together, she said, "Oh no, that's not so bad at all! What the hell was I so damned afraid of?" and kept moving up and down my shaft. Then after a few more minutes, I felt my climax rising, and I went into overdrive, and slammed into her and she was making 'oh, oh, oh,!" sounds, and with the roar of primal release, I came, and Kitty was gasping and having her own climax, and we thrashed and rode each other, until we lay there, twitching. Then worn out, I slept. *** When I came to, the blindfold was gone, and so were the girls. I heard the shower in Kitty's room going, and Kitty sat on her hip next to me, nude still, and was stroking my face, and smiling down at me. "Thank you, Reg," she said. "You were the perfect man for their first time. You performed well, and they've assured me that they are happy, no regrets or remorse. If they could, they'd come out and thank you personally!" I lay there still exhausted, and told her to let me know next time if she was going to drug me, as I thought I was going to explode from not cumming. She just smiled at me. She always does. 'Well", she said, "Time to get up, and time for you to go home and sleep! I'll call you next time I have a get-together, and I'm sure you enjoy those times as well, or I don't know you!" She kissed me, and still rank with sweat, and the girl's virginal blood and secretions from all four of us, I got dressed, and left, and the drive home was a blur, until I got home, showered, and fell into bed. I slept so soundly, I didn't hear the girls come home, check on me, and go to bed. *** When I woke bleary-eyed the next morning, the two girls, Lily and Reg were sitting on my bed, watching me. They looked like a pair of cats, their blue eyes fixed on my face, not saying a word. Then they looked at each other, and Lily went out, and when she had returned to the room, she had a cup of hot coffee in her hands, and she passed it me after I sat up, and still weak, and a bit sore south of the border, I took it, inhaling the odour of fresh coffee, and took a sip. "Where were you last night?" Reg asked. "I was out," I said evasively. "Where?" demanded Lily. "Friends place," I grumbled. "Who?" from Lily. "Why are you two home early, anyway?" I said, changing the subject, suddenly noticing that it was seven in the morning, and they were supposed to be at a sleepover. "We missed you," said Lily. "That's nice, but you two should be out with your friends, and all you want to do is hang out with your old man!" I told them. "You're not old!" they said together, and both looked mad. "We love you, and if we want to hang out with you, we will!" Lily said, and Reg nodded. "Okay, okay," I conceded the point to them. "Just let me get up, and I'll shower, and then I'll get breakfast underway! Geez, a firing squad this early in the morning? That I can live without!" but I smiled and they got off the bed kissed me one after the other, and then trooped out, and Reg said, "Breakfast is ready. Hurry up, or it will be cold!" and with that, they went into the kitchen. *** A couple of nights later, I was sitting in bed, working on my laptop. The company had decided to upgrade the store, so I had a few days off while a crew renovated it. I finally had got good one, and they were a great invention! A mobile computer, take anywhere, but crap battery life. It's a bitch too, had to take the charging cord with you everywhere, but's the price you pay for keeping up with the modern world. I was sitting in my bed, as I said, and noticed a folder I hadn't put there on it. I wondered where it came from, and it was called, "My Virgins". The only one who'd used that expression was Leesa, and she was long gone. I wondered for a moment if one of the girls had cracked my password, and I sure wouldn't put it past either of them, the inquisitive little wenches. I just sat there looking at the screen, and with a grunt of annoyance, I opened it, and saw that it had images in it. So I pressed a button, and small thumbnails came up, at least two hundred of them, and I double clicked on the first one, and a picture of me standing blindfolded in Kitty's living room stared at me. I went cold, and wondered if someone was trying to blackmail me, but surely that was impossible! Kitty would never do that to me! So, anger boiling in my chest, I pushed 'slideshow', and the first image came up and filled the screen, and it progressed to a shot of two young brunettes undressing, then a shot them nude, and undressing me. I slapped the laptop shut, and yelled out, "Lily! Reg! Get in here now!" I heard them mumbling, and then bleary eyed, they came into the room, in their pajamas, and sat either side of me. They saw the laptop, and woke up fast, and two pairs of blue eyes were looking at me, and then Lily said, "Oh. So you found them, then. We didn't think you'd find them this quickly!" "What the hell?" I asked, shocked. "Why?" "We knew you wouldn't do it if we came right out and asked you, so we had to go to Miss Parker, and get her to help us. We know all about your little parties there, and so we thought that the only way to get you to do what we wanted was to trick you." Lily had spoken, and Reg said, just as seriously, "We're not sorry, Daddy. We'd do it again, anytime!" "But you're my daughters! You can't do things like this! It's not right, for god's sake! And, how do you know about what I do when I go out, anyway? Have you been snooping on my computer?" Reg rolled her eyes, and said with a sigh, "Daddy, we're twins. We talk here," she tapped her head, "And you shout at us all the time, Jeez, you won't shut up!" I went cold, and I didn't know what to do, what to say, and those two girls, they just looked at me, and their blue eyes bored into my skull. Finally, Lily said, "Daddy, we're not freaks, we're just different! If you don't want us to hear you, talk quietly, just don't shout so much. We know you love us, and we know you inside and out, and we love you too, anyway. That's how we found you. Mom wouldn't tell us who you were or where you were, so we had to listen for you. That was Reg's idea!" Reg looked proud of herself, and the girls reached out, held each other's hand, each smiling at the other, and I didn't have two daughters, I had One, and they were linked in a way that I was only on the borders of understanding. *** I was in the living room two days later. It was going to take two weeks until the shop was open, and the company had given me leave, and as I had some saved up, I decided to go on holiday with the girls, but hadn't decided where. That damned folder was beckoning me, but I shut my mind to it, and tried to forget it, I wanted to get rid of it, but another part of my mind screamed at me not to delete it! I went over the events in my life, and everything seemed to have led to this impasse. I loved my girls, and if they had asked me to love them as women, not my daughters, would I have done as they asked? My mind went around and around, but always the same conclusion: I had had sex with my daughters, even if it was at their instigation. I felt empty, and the sun no longer shone for me. I was falling into a depression, and saw no way out. *** Finally my two girls took matters into their own hands. They'd had enough of my pity party. I was told to go and shower, go to my room, and they'd meet me there. Sassy brats! =- Chapter Six =- So, I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I was drifting, seeing Leesa face, and her smile that lit up a room. I saw her again, the carefree girl running away, laughing, her dress up around her thighs, from me that day in the graveyard, and now she resides in one. What goes around, I thought. The girls were in the shower, and I heard Lily say as clear as if she was in the room with me, "Will you shut up and stop feeling sorry for yourself? Jeez, Dad!" I shut up, only because I was in shock! Then the two girls were there, and they were wearing only panties, and I went into shock again, as that was the last thing I expected them to be wearing. Meaning, I expected them to be wearing pajamas or some other form of closing! But, they climbed onto the bed, and sat next to me, and snuggled into me, one on each side. They were young fourteen year old goddesses. They were perfectly formed, curves in all the right places, and each had sweet round breasts, and their legs were flawless. The panties they were wearing were sheer, and I saw the auburn mats, and they were soft, I knew, and if my mind was feeling sorry for itself, my body didn't, and as I looked from one to the other, I began to grow hard, and then, I had a tent in my shorts. Lily looked at it and said to Reg, "About time, don't you think". Reg reached over, and gave it a faint stroke with her fingertips, and said, "I should say so. He's too darn stubborn!" Then I almost lost my erection, because they didn't open their mouths! They were thinking the words, and I could hear them! Reg looked at me, and not moving her mouth she said, "It was Mom who gave the talent we have, daddy, and she asked us while we were still inside her, did we want to be like her, or did we want to grow up and be like all the other children? So we talked it over, and decided to go for it!" "You talked to each other in the womb?" I asked, blown away. Lily said, "Jeez, dad, she just said so! Yes, Mom talked to us, and we talked to her. She was the best Mom ever. She loved us, and we loved her too, and she never forgot you. She liked you, and saw what kind of man you'd become, and so she wanted you. There are a lot of bad men out there, and she picked you, because you weren't bad!" "Now," Reg said, still not using her mouth, "we're going to watch those pictures, and you are going to sit there, and look at them. No arguments, daddy! You have to do this! We are a special family, and we girls don't want any man except you. That will change later, of course, but for now, you are the man in our lives! You have to accept that!" So before I could object, Lily got up and got the laptop, and plugged it in, opened it, and set it up on my set of drawers, and we could see the screen perfectly. So she started the slideshow, and came back to lay beside me, snuggled up against me, her hand on my thigh. The picture was of me with the blind fold, an expectant look on my face, then one image after came on, and I found myself drawn into it, and soon, I began to get a woody from the sexiness of watching my then-virgin daughters seducing me. When the picture of Reg sitting on my hard shaft came on, she winced, and said, "God, but that hurt! But once you were in me, and I'd calmed down, I loved it! You've got a nice cock, dad!" Both girls giggled, and I was getting used to hearing their mind-talk. Then as the shots progressed, I realised that the three women were taking turns to hold the camera and shooting me getting blown, and fucked. I was really hard now, and began to become breathless, but didn't want to masturbate in front of my girls. As usual they decided for me. Reg, who was lying next to me took out my raging woody and began to suck on me, the same way she did at Kitty's. I began to fondle Lily's breast and nipple, and she became flushed, and began to breath heavily. "Ummm!" she hummed, pleased. Then Reg sat up, and took her panties off, and began to run her fingers in and out of her now-wet crease. As her fingers ran over her clitoral hood, she would shudder, and her eyes became glazed. Before we knew it, the laptop became redundant, and as it ran through the pictures on slideshow, we had our own show going, me and my beautiful daughters the main attraction. Lily took off her panties, and started to kiss me, and while she was doing that, Reg was still sucking on me, and her mouth was getting better at what she was doing, and then, Lily asked her to move her head, and as she moved off me, Lily moved on, and she sat over me, Reg positioned my hard member, Lily sat down on it, keeping eye contact with me as she did so. She was resting her weight on her knees, and then she began to move up and down, slowly, riding me like a she was riding a horse, and we had a rhythm going. Then she climbed off, and as my slick member was waving in the air, Reg climbed on, and she purred, and took up the same tempo as her sister. They kept swapping over like that, watching me, and when I'd think I was close, they'd stop and switch over, starting the process over again. It was exciting, and I lasted quite a long time, even after they'd both climaxed several times doing so. Then they took pity on me, and as Reg was riding me, Lily pulled us around until I was lying across the bed, and then she was over my face, and said, "Lick me daddy! Like you did at Kitty's!" I didn't need to be asked twice, and I licked and slurped at her dripping sex for all I was worth, and then, in a moment of orgiastic delight, we all came together and flopped onto the bed, spent. Damn, but I love my girls! *** Well, that's it for now. I've had fun talking to you, and I've had fun talking about my adventures. If you want to hear some more, maybe I'll indulge you, but for now, I have get home, because the girls have dinner on, and they've just told me to get off my ass, and to bring them some bread and milk. You can't hear them? Shit, I can, even though they're across town. I gotta go, nice to meet you, and I do hope we catch up again. Later! *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 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 system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 75