| Carly, Chapter 3 I walked through the door of my Maple Avenue home praying that there would be a message on the machine; there wasn't. I fought back the despair with a hundred perfectly believable reasons why she hadn't called. Whatever was troubling my lover was in the legal realm, I was pretty sure. She had shut me out of that part of her life and it was hard to even provide moral support when you had practically no clue as to the circumstances. I considered calling her again but managed to talk myself out of it. 'She's gonna think you're a stalker' I cautioned. 'Add that one to the list. A predator, and a fragile one at that, a stalker and while you're at it, add lonely needy cry baby.' I lay down on my bed sobbing. There was a horrifying element of déjà vu to it. I fell into a deep sleep dreaming about those painful days after the Mitchells went away. By the time I woke up it was dark out. I looked at the message machine in the unlikely event I'd slept though the phone ringing—no such luck. The little red flashing light was nowhere to be seen. Scrapping together dinner from three plastic containers of leftovers in the fridge I ate in some kind of a daze. I cleaned up the kitchen and felt exhausted. There was no physical reason for me to feel this way. Having been there—done that—the symptoms of impending depression were as clear as my mind was cloudy. I didn't even bother to undress. I just flopped on the bed and went to sleep. The next morning I felt physically awful. Grubby and grimy from sleeping in my clothes and I had a little headache—but strangely I was feeling emotionally a little better. I had no inkling why my melancholy had lifted a little and I was afraid to analyze it incase poking the open wound made the pain flair up. Part of my mood improvement was anticipation. Today was the day the lovely Lucia was coming over with her cousin—whom I'd never met. I hadn't heard from the dark haired nymph in while. She was a busy little thing. She loved doing her crafts and a lot of the stuff she did was professional quality. Then there were her obligations to the family business. I knew she made time for Tracy, and they "studied" at one another's house most days. Lucia never seemed to get completely comfortable shooting solo. I blamed her uptight Catholic upbringing, but it was that very shyness that made her so appealing. I was delighted to hear from her after a long hiatus. She arrived in the late morning with a girl who would, without doubt, be mistaken for her sister every time. They could have been fraternal twins. The physical similarities were easily explained by the fact that their mothers were sisters and also closely resembled each other. "Hi Carly, long time no see." "Yeah too long sweetie," I agreed. "This is my cousin Gina, she's from New York," Lucie tried to imitate a Brooklyn accent but it didn't quite come off. "Hi Gina, nice to meet you," I put my hand out while taking stock of the pretty teenager. Her hair was shorter than Lucie's, it came down only to her chin but it was the same thick, silky, jet black. Gina seemed to be just a little taller as well, about an inch I guessed. Her surprisingly mature curves made me think she was probably a little older than her cousin. Lucie interrupted my assessment. "Gina's really interested in photography, so when I told her that I knew a professional photographer she couldn't wait to meet you." "How long are you in town for honey?" I asked. "Just a few more days," she answered looking all around the studio. "My dad's at a convention. My mom and I came along to visit." "So the time off school is just a bonus," I joked. "Yeah!" the teenagers agreed simultaneously and they both giggled. "When Gina and her parents come for a visit we get to do all kinds of neat stuff," Lucie explained. "So how come you're not doing neat stuff today ... you're over here visiting me," I chortled. Lucie ignored the self-deprecating remark. "Our mom's planned this big shopping trip and we didn't want to go. We told them we could find something to do on our own." "So am I the something or just a stop along the way?" I wasn't sure exactly what little Lucia had in mind. I searched her big dark eyes for a clue. When I saw the twinkle there it caused tremors in my pussy. "Gina saw this really cool outfit in that little boutique over on Fifth. You know, the one that French lady has." "Yeah, I think her name is Simone," I replied, demonstrating that I knew the store she was talking about. "Anyway it's kinda expensive and she doesn't have enough money for it." The direction this exchange was headed made me tingle all over. I glanced at Gina who was standing beside her cousin and slightly behind. The broad smile she'd been wearing when they came in had been replaced by a very nervous look. When she saw that I was looking at her she cast her eyes on the floor. "I told her that you'd pay her to take pictures of her ... just like a professional model." Lucie was still smiling but there was a note of apprehension in her voice. I looked from one to the other of the cute and very Italian looking teenagers. My single watch word flashed like a neon sign 'CAUTION'. "Does Gina know about the pictures I took of you and Tracy?" The question could have gotten all the information I was looking for but it didn't. "Uh, sort of..." my former model replied cryptically. Lucie's eyes were actually saying no. I interpreted it to mean that her cousin knew that I'd paid to take pictures of them, but not the fact that they were pornographic in nature. "Well honey ya know that they have to be pictures that I can sell. That means I have to have an order, or at least a customer who'll be interested in them." The look of disappointment on Gina's face was pathetic. "I thought you like always had customers for your pictures," Lucie protested. "Well, yes; there are some kinds of pictures that I can always sell," I confirmed. Checking on Gina and finding her attention elsewhere I mouthed the words 'Have you fooled around with her?' I wasn't sure how good Lucia's lip reading skills were but when she shook her head in the negative I gathered that they were good enough. The teenager's imploring look engaged my predatory wiles. "What ... what kind of pictures are they?" Gina asked, now looking directly at me with those huge dark eyes. Her woeful expression now showed a glimmer of hope. "The very artistic kind sweetie," I said being deliberately obscure. "I have some examples, would you like to see them?" The New York cutie nodded. Her expression was hard to read. I had just the album for such an occasion (but then I had just the album for every occasion). I lead the cousins over to the seating area that I had basically transplanted from my home studio. There was a couch, a couple of comfy chairs, a coffee table and large book shelf that occupied the entire wall adjacent to the studio's entrance. It was a place for me to sit with clients and models alike and look at possible photo styles and arrangements. Some of the shelves of the bookcase contained awards I had won; most of them had photo collections for all occasions, interests and purposes. I carefully selected the volume I wanted and sat down in the middle of the sofa. Resting the thick book on my knees, I patted the seat on either side of me. The 'almost' twins took the hint and sat down, Lucia on my left and Gina on my right. The first two photos were eight by ten and in black and white. They looked like a swirling pattern. You had to look closely to realize that the pattern was caused by a woman twirling a translucent scarf around her. The focus was very soft and I had added just a hint of pink to the diaphanous material. The image on the left hand page had won an award. You really had to study it close up to notice that the woman was naked. The girls 'oohed and aahed'; rightfully so—I had objective evidence that these pictures were very good. I turned the pages slowly. The next few sets of facing pages were similar. The long scarf twirling and flowing in different directions it always seemed to be just slightly obscuring the model's most intimate parts. A couple of pages later a second dancer appeared it the photos, also naked and twirling a similar scarf to which I had added a blue hue. The women in the pictures were actually dancers—ballerinas—and had performed the dance I photographed on stage many times. In the stage version they wore a leotard. The lesbian lovers had come to me to photograph the dance the way they wished they could do it on stage: naked. I was very proud of how I had captured the beauty and grace of their performance. Around the middle of the album the pictures began to be in full color. The focus was sharper. In spite of the veils there was now no problem recognizing that the women were naked. I glanced at Gina's face as the images became more explicit. What I found was a very encouraging expression of fascination and wonder. Lucie's hand was on my thigh just below the hem of my shorts. She squeezed my upper leg delightfully when the photo of the dancers embracing appeared. The long pieces of gauzy material that they had been swirling around lay on the floor under their bare feet. The embrace and the kiss were displayed on the next several pages. This was also part of the fantasy the dancers had wanted to capture for their own private entertainment. For them the dance was highly erotic. They normally left the stage and hurried to their dressing room where they provided each other relief from the intense sexual arousal. In the photo shoot there was no need for them to leave the stage. No audience for them to shock; only me and my SLR recording their dream performance. The final photos in the album showed one of the dancers kneeling with her face in her partner's crotch. When I turned to that page Lucie's fingers bit into my flesh almost painfully and Gina, on the other side, gasped. "What do you think?" I asked turning to Gina leaving the pornographic art open for her to see. Her eyes were wide and her respiration was quite rapid. "Do you think you'd be interested in doing something like that?" I flipped back to the less revealing and much more artsy pages while the teenager apparently struggled with her composure. Thankfully Lucia's grip had relaxed. She was now absently running her hand up and down my thigh, sending wonderful waves of sensation directly between my legs. "Come on Gina ... it'll be fun! And you can get the money for that top and skirt you want." My former model encouraged her cousin. Gina finally looked up from the album. The stress of the decision clearly etched on her face. "Yes" she said weakly. I stood up immediately, not wanting the nymph to have time for second thoughts. "Lucie why don't you take Gina over there and help her while I get the cameras ready." Lucie got up and practically pulled Gina to her feet. She was guiding the first timer over to the set with the sky blue back drape when she called back, "Should we take everything off now?" Part of me wanted to scream 'yes! Get naked and eat her fresh little pussy' but the watch word intervened; CAUTION it roared. "No ... Not yet sweetie ... keep your underpants on for now." Grabbing the EOS from the table I scurried over to turn on the photo floods and the video cameras. With both digital recorders running I checked each display to be sure they were still centered. Even on the little screen Gina's adorably nervous expression was clear enough to push my predatory thermostat to boil. Lucie was smiling like she'd just won a lottery as she began unbuttoning her cousin's blouse. Gina was looking down at her own chest as its cotton outer covering opened. The bella ragazza with the black hair down past her shoulders yanked the blouse off forcefully. She dropped the garment and immediately crossed her arms to pull her own top over her head. The action tousled her long wavy hair which she brushed out of her face with practiced ease. In spite of how similar they were in stature and facial appearance, and despite the fact that their bras appeared to be the same make and style, their breasts looked quite different. I could envision Lucie's round plump mounds which seemed to have grown even rounder since last I saw her. Gina, on the other hand, had cones projecting from her upper chest. They looked like the noses of twin rockets. "I've been dying to get my hands on these since you got here," Lucia announced and promptly began massaging her cousin's projecting twins. The shorter haired girl looked up at her cousin's face as her tits were being manipulated. The Canon's shutter fired almost continuously. "Oh my God Gina they're so big and firm," Lucie moaned obviously enjoying squeezing the cones through the thin cotton. I wondered if Gina had concluded yet that this wasn't going to be anything like the pictures in the album. She continued to stand like a statue as Lucie reached behind her for the hooks. They were even more remarkable than they appeared with the bra on. Evidently the front of her chest was a gravity free zone. There was only the slightest hint that twin cones derived any support whatsoever from her slender rib cage. At the tip of the amazing projections was a dark brownish red circle the size of a soda can bottom. The center of the plump pebbly areola wasn't very long, maybe a quarter of an inch, but it was fat, almost as big as the tip of my little finger. Both girls were now surveying the tantalizing boobs that had just been revealed as I recorded them for posterity. 'At that size they won't stay pointing out like that for long' I thought. Lucie reached up behind her back, released the fasteners on her own bra and shrugged it off. Given all of their similarities the contrast of twin round globes that came into view was remarkable. Gina's eyes went wide and her mouth opened. She seemed about to say something but Lucie took her by the wrists and pushed her cousin's hands firmly into the resilient flesh of her grapefruit sized globes. With that accomplished she returned her own hands to the conical wonders. The SLR clicked frequently as they explored each other's breasts. My tits were tingling and the steady throb between my legs provided a rhythm for the shoot. Time had really ceased to have any meaning so I'm not sure how long they played with each other. It wasn't long before the groaning started. Lucie was definitely the first to start focused stimulation of her partner's plump nipples. Gina quickly returned the favor grasping her cousin's whole flat areola between her thumb and fingers, pulling and twisting, and eventually raising an impressive nub in the center of the brown circle. It was also Lucie who went to work on the button and zipper of her cousin's shorts first. I didn't take Gina long to catch on to this trick. There seemed to be an urgency in the teenaged fingers as they unhitched and unzipped. The slender adolescent hips presented no obstacle whatever. As soon as the shorts were undone they fell to the floor. The girls stepped out of the tripping hazard and returned to their tittie play, each wearing a slightly different style of white cotton panties. Gina's had a lace trim covering the elastic while Lucie's had little bows intended to make the elastics look like draw ribbons. "Your panties are so pretty," Lucia complimented and ran her fingers over the lace around her cousin's waist. Gina's breathing was quite rapid and when her partner pulled the waistband away for a peek down the front of her underpants she gasped, but did nothing to dissuade her. "Oh my God Gina you trim!" Lucie announced. The girl with the shorter, shoulder length hair was blushing as her cousin sank to her knees in front of her and pulled the lacy white cotton down. When the panties reached her ankles the blushing girl stepped out of them as though it was just the obvious thing to do. The black bush covering the pubescent mons had definitely been shaped and trimmed. Lucie stood up and stripped off her own underpants very quickly. "You should do mine for me," she giggled as she fluffed her very full thatch of black curls. Watching the naked teenagers through the lens I clicked the shutter in time with the rapid throbbing of my own womanhood. The cousin's were just standing there admiring each other's mostly hidden girlhoods. There seemed to be some prompting required. "Does she have a pretty pussy Lucie," I asked and the longer haired girl nodded; not helpful. "I want to see it honey," I said always with the EOS in front of my face. It was quite a test for the very inexperienced model. I think that if she hadn't been anxious to see her cousin's coochie she might never have figured it out. The barstool I had used for Lisa was still close at hand. Lucie maneuvered Gina over to it. The Italian girl with the shorter hair wasn't tall enough to just sit on the high chair. She put her foot on the rung connecting the legs and with valuable assistance from her cousin she managed to get perched on the wooden seat looking stunned. I sized up the naked girls, starting with Gina. 'Not only has she forgotten the artsy photo shoot that this was supposed to be, but I think she's lost track of the fact that she's in a photo shoot altogether' Lucia on the other hand was just hitting her stride. She glanced over her shoulder at me and then bent severely at the waist, presenting her high round pubescent backside to the camera. Bent forward at practically a ninety degree angle she pushed her cousin's thighs apart revealing the hairless vulva with rectangle of closely trimmed black fur on the plump mons above it. We were both staring between the seated girl's legs when Lucie exclaimed, "Oh fuck Gina your cookie is so beautiful!" My attention was divided between the fresh pink folds the one teenager's coiffured pussy provided and the dark furry mass that peeked between the slender thighs of the one who was bent over examining it. Always fascinated by contrast I stopped shooting long enough to drag another barstool over. "Sit up here honey," I said to Lucie, getting her attention by gripping her upper arm. The hirsute nymph understood what I was aiming for and wiggled her firm little tushy onto the hard cold lacquered wood. "Smile girls," I encouraged, and I didn't mean with their mouths. Gina was nine-tenths out of it but fortunately still had her legs open. Lucie opened her thighs and giggled as she looked from her own girlhood to her cousin's. "Do you think I should trim mine like hers?" the more experienced model asked, tugging on the matted fur surrounding her slit. "It is much nicer when you go down on it," I commented as the Canon's silent shutter fired in time with my pussy throbs. Lucie was pulling her lips open, displaying her inner pinkness framed by her thick black pelt. "It makes her clit look so much bigger," the talkative one continued, pulling her gash open far enough to cause the 'wee man in the boat' to pop his head up. "Do you think her clit is bigger?" "It's pretty hard to tell like this sweetie," I deferred. I knew that Lucie had been looking back and forth. It seemed like Gina was content to focus on her cousin's hairy girlhood, neglecting her own. "Pull yours open Gina ... let Carly decided whose is bigger." When I looked at the newer of the two models I doubted that the other teen understood the comparison her cousin was trying to make. I was wrong. In spite of her vacant stunned expression the girl with the chin length hair applied three fingers of each hand to her vulva and separated the folds with firm upward and outward pressure. The triangular flap at the top retracted and the raisin sized nubbin emerged from the wetly glistening folds. Two teenaged vulvas so spectacularly displaying their most secret and valuable treasure was more than I could bear. The fresh scent of adolescent arousal filled my nostrils and I sunk to the floor. "What do you think Carly which one is bigger?" Lucie demanded a judgment. "It's too ... it's too close ... I can't tell." It came out as a whisper because all the air seemed to have gone out of me. I was embarrassed kneeling in front of the teenagers and no longer doing my job. The one who seemed in the most control was Lucia. Summoning years of experience I fought for control; of myself first and then the situation. "I'll have to measure them," I proposed when I had regained some composure. It was Lucie's turn to have her arousal get the better of her. "How ... how are you going to do that?" she asked in breathless anticipation. I had already started crawling forward when I replied, "With my tongue." The furrier of the two announced her understanding of the proposal with a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a squeal. What a dilemma; where do I start? I suspected that Gina had not experienced the joy of cunniligus before, and so decided she deserved the first appraisal. The girl was still holding her outer labia well out of the way so my tongue made its sweep from bottom to top along the rose petal soft inner lips unimpeded. I actually found myself trying to gauge the size of the firm nub at the top. 'It was just a ploy Carly ... God!' I thought, but nevertheless made a mental note of how far from the tip of my tongue the gristly little glans extended. I felt Gina's hips beginning to move. They were sort of wiggling back and forth and lifting off the wooden seat propelled by her bare heels digging into the foot rail. I could hear her grunting "Ugh, ugh ... ahh, ahh ... ugh," she seemed to have a slightly different syllable for each movement of my tongue on her love button. I was also aware that Lucie was grunting in a kind of erotic harmony. 'she must be diddling herself' I concluded. My target pussy was moving too much so I looped my arms around the adolescent's thighs and pulled her until a large proportion of her weight was resting on my shoulders. With my hands now hanging between her thighs I relieved the teenager of the task of keeping her plump lips out of my way. Grasping their slippery sponginess I held the treasure box open even further than Gina herself had been. Rotating my eyes up while keeping my tongue lapping and swirling all around the soft inner pinkness, I saw Gina's juice coated fingers squeezing and tugging at her conical tits. With an almighty groan her hips thrust forward and her legs shot straight out. For a second I thought the barstool would tip over and dump her, painfully I feared, on the ground. I was relieved when that didn't happen. I was pretty sure, but not positive that Gina hadn't squirted. There was however an increased flow of her thick slippery ambrosia resulting from her vaginal contractions. I lapped that up greedily while the teenager moaned in her post orgasmic cloud. Like a kitten on catnip I was diligently striving to get every drop when Lucie growled, "Do mine now ... ya gotta compare." I was reluctant to let go of the first teen; unsure how steady she was on the stool, but I also couldn't wait to inhale and drink from the fury little mons next door. I let go of Gina's thighs and was glad to see she was gripping the seat of the barstool firmly with both hands. As I slid sideways I felt a sizeable amount of my own fluid production escape into my panties. The persistent throb had not been able to get recognition over the all consuming tactile sensations my mouth had flooded my sensory network with. Now, with only the visual stimulus of the second flowing pubescent snatch, and no direct physical contact, my pussy screamed for attention. I grabbed my crotch in an effort to appease my pounding womanhood at the same time I made the first long upward stroke through Lucie's delicious delicate folds. The teenager wailed her approval and pulled harder on her outer lips. I swirled my tongue around the projecting jellybean and was ready to declare her the winner. 'I wonder how much difference it makes ... the way she's pulling herself open.' It was obsessive, maybe even a little insane for me to try to duplicate the measuring conditions. I wrapped my arms around Lucie's thighs and found I had to forcibly remove her fingers before I could replace them on her hairy labia with my own. With the retracting pressure I was exerting equal to the pull I had put on Gina's pussy lips I was able to conclude that Lucie in fact did have the larger of the two teenaged clits. After conducting the scientific measurement I began to suck. Lucie had done a lot of preliminary work so her climax was very quick. I felt her teenaged body shudder and shake violently as what I knew were mind blowing waves of pleasure racked her little body. Again with the much loved clean up detail I scoured the fleshy pink folds trying to avoid the matted black curls as much as I could. I was mindlessly immersed in the sensual task when Lucie laced her fingers in my short, short hair and pulled my head away from her pussy. She didn't speak but her eyes asked the question just as eloquently. "Yours is definitely bigger sweetheart" I assured her. The more experienced of my two models slipped off her perch and knelt on the floor with me. She hugged me as if I had something to do with her winning the clitoral size competition. Her mouth descended on mine and she started sucking and licking all around, capturing mainly her own juices, although I suppose there were residuals from Gina as well. She was cleaning my lower face like an affectionate kitten when I felt the tugging on my shorts. Before I could really understand what was happening, both of them were pushing me down. Other than keeping my head from thumping on the floor I offered no real resistance. As soon as I was on my back Gina yanked my top and bra up around my neck and latched onto my right boob. Large bottled up pleasure waves swept over me and I felt Lucie pulling my shorts and underwear over my feet. The girl with the shorter hair ravenously attacked my other tit about the same moment as her longer haired cousin penetrated me with her tongue. My pent up arousal rapidly got out of control. The tremendous heat in my thighs and pelvis built to explosive levels. "Hello anybody home?" I recognized the voice but I was much too far gone to do anything but explode in a screaming thrashing orgasm. Through post orgasmic cloudy vision I looked toward the door and saw the redhead and her daughter just inside the door of the studio. 'How could I have not locked the door?' I wondered. "We better come back some other time Caitie," the older woman said and the adored pair were gone. I wanted to scream 'NO DON'T GO!' but my vocal chords were paralyzed. Even in the warm afterglow somehow I felt cold. |