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It was my first term at college and the first time I'd been away from home. I was staying in a guest house in a northern town and enjoying a sense of freedom. I'd not had much luck with girls at my all boys grammar school and had been getting to know a few through mutual friends on my chemistry course – though with no real success as yet. Then I was struck down by some mystery virus and had to be confined to my small bedroom. Friends brought me college work to do so I kept up to speed, but I felt pretty groggy a lot of the time. Fortunately my landlady and her husband were very kind and looked after me – she would bring me meals up to my room and drop in for a chat occasionally during the day when others were out at lectures.
On about the third day, when I was feeling a little more compos mentis, Sally, the landlady, dropped in with a pile of magazines for me to read. She put them on the bed next to me and sat herself down on the edge as she chatted. “There's a couple a' pornos in there for you as well,” she said, matter of factly, “me 'usband luvs 'is porn – I think all men do don't they?” I gulped and stared at her. “e's always had a collection. I look at 'em with 'im some times, I find it turns me on too! Though 'e sez that the stuff you get 'ere's norras good as what you can get in Denmark. E tol' me you can get all sorts over there – lasses with everything showing, lads wi' great fat hard-ons and such! Stan sez he'd tried to get some but couldn't. Sez e'd like to make 'is own – with me posing, 'ow about that? - but dunno 'ow to get t'film developed. Anyway, enough a me talkin' gotta be off on me chores. Enjoy the mags!”
And with that she was gone and I was left speechless and reeling – and not just from the virus. I looked at the mags and they were the usual fare for early 70's – Mayfair mainly, nice stuff but not porn as we know it today. Some furry fronts had begun to creep in but it was mainly bare boobs and bottoms. But I wanted to hear more from Sally and my mind worked over-time until she came up again later with tea and biscuits.
I bade her to sit down again and smiled at her as I thanked her for the mags. I said I'd liked the pornos as she'd called them, and was a bit stammery as I got her to tell me about how she and Stan liked to look at them. She giggled. “Oh I s'pose I shouldn't be tellin' you, but I'm sure Stan wont mind. Well, Stan likes me to dress up in sexy undies like the girls in the mags. I get into similar poses and he likes to feel me up. Oh it sounds so rude telling you like this!” I smiled at her and told her I found it really exciting to hear about what they do and she went on. “And we do poses that they don't do in these mags, you know, proper legs open and that. I mean its nothing Stan hasn't seen before of course, but I pretend he's photographing me, or that there are other men present taking pictures too.”
“It sounds fantastic – I wish I had a wife who'd do that for me!” I said.
She blushed. “Maybe you will one day, Alan.” She smiled.
“Sally?” I said, “Does Stan ever take any actual photos of you – I mean without getting them developed?”
“Yes, 'e 'as a few films knocking around that 'e never plucks up the courage to try and get processed.”
“Well, I have a thought. When I'm back on my feet, the college has a photographic dark room that we can use for our own developing. I've done it before and I'm in the photo club, so I can book the darkroom myself. I'd have to pay for the chemicals and the paper and so on, but if you and Stan wanted...”
“Oh gosh – Stan would be so keen. That would be a great favour to do us. I'll tell 'im when 'e gets 'ome. That would be great, it will make 'is day. Obviously we'll pay all the expenses.”
“Do you think Stan would let me keep some copies of the photos?”
“Oh, photos of me in my undies and nude? Oh. I'm not sure. I mean, a photo, you could keep for ever and show other people. I'm not sure. I'll 'ave to talk to Stan.” I must have looked disappointed at this as she went on: “Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sure I can make it up to you. Tell you what, 'ang on a minute..” and with that she left the room. She was more than a minute, more like 15, and I finished my tea and cakes wondering what was going on.
Then, after a brief knock on my door she came back in. Wow! Her blonde hair was tied up above her head and she was wearing what I think is described as lingerie – a long-flowing slip that started like a bra at the top. She swished it back and forth and she crossed across in front of me. Her breasts struggled to escape the tight garment and jiggled wondrously as she moved. She smiled at me, “This is the sort of thing I wear for Stan, do you like it?” I nodded and grinned broadly. She turned her back and then span around again. She raised the hem of the slip and I could see stockings and heels. Then she undid the back and pulled the long slip off completely. She now stood there in a white lacy bra, stockings and a long open-bottom girdle. She looked delicious. My cock was rising under the bedclothes as she posed for me. She knew how to stretch the girdle across her upper thighs to create a sensual effect – probably tutored by Stan! She would raise one leg and stand on the other while she was sideways on to me. She cupped her boobs over the bra and squeezed them together for maximum cleavage. I was amazed and breathing hard. Then she said: “The other boys will be back soon, so I'd better stop in a mo'. I'll give you a special little treat and later I'll 'ave a chat with Stan.”
A treat? What was that going to be? I felt like I'd already had quite a treat already.
In the corner of my room is a small chair with a desk for my study work. She placed the chair against the furthest wall – not very far away as it goes – and sat down. She had her legs closed tightly but pointing at me so I could see a little way under the girdle, but not far as all was dark up there. Then she fixed me with her eyes and slowly, gradually began to part her legs. The girdle bottom opened as she did so and the light from the window enabled me to see a little further up. “I'm not wearing knickers,” she breathed, as she opened further and I could see this was true as the girdle began to rise further up her thighs, fighting against the pull of her stockings and the suspenders. In the next few seconds I entered heaven as hitherto-unseen delights were presented to me. I took in the hair around her pussy, then the opening lips and finally the moisture clearly visible as her innermost folds were exposed. I stared at the delights as she lifted her legs off the ground and slid a little forward, bringing her hands down and pulling herself apart for me. She had fingers alongside her lips and even dipping inside her self a little as she held herself open to my gaze. Having slipped forward I was able to see her anus now, sitting glistening under her open pussy. At that moment it was all too much and I couldn't help myself spunking into my pajama bottoms. My jerking movements and red face obviously gave me away and I saw her put a hand over her face in shock at what she'd done to me. She immediately closed up, put the slip back on and made to leave the room.
“Oh Alan, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me!”
“Don't be sorry,” I gulped, “It was the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'd love to see more - it was wonderful.”
“We'll see. Don't tell Stan about that part. I'll 'ave a chat with 'im about the developing. Better keep the rest of it between ourselves. Take care.”
And she was gone.
Ooo00ooo
All was quiet that evening. Except in my head, where it was like a party! I couldn't believe it – wow, Sally was fabulous – showing me everything. I replayed the scene over and over in my mind. I couldn't sleep that night due to the thoughts and next morning I felt awful, though I cheered up when Sally appeared with my breakfast on a tray.
She looked a bit awkward, and hesitant, but eventually she said, “well, I had a word with my Stan and 'e's said he'd like you to do the film processing thing for us. I didn't say a word about what 'appened of course, but 'e was very interested in you knowing about photography an all. He asked me 'ow the subject came up an I told 'im about letting you borrow some of 'is mags. He didn't seem to mind me tellin' you about me posin' and everything.” She reached into her apron pocket and handed me some 35mm film cases. “Here you are. Stan asked me to give you these and 'e says 'e trusts you not to show anyone else. Says they're soft enough so 'e don't mind if you can do 'em OK. Well, there we are. Anyway, I 'ope you like them – now that you've seen all of my bits I don't mind you seeing 'em. You're lookin' better by the way...”
Yes, I was on the mend, I think our session had helped enormously. I told he I was feeling better and how she had helped and she blushed a little. “I think you might be a bit of a naughty boy actually, Alan! But I did enjoy showing you my bits – it turned me on a bit.” She looked me in the eye and say down, then raised a leg slightly... and then a little more. Then she moved her knees apart and pulled her skirt up a bit. I slid down a little in my bed so I could get a better view up between her thighs and she opened further and raised the skirt further. Then her delights were once again on show. She still had stockings on but no girdle, it looked like a small white suspender belt this time, but most importantly.. no panties again! She continued, “I love 'ow I can give you pleasure so easily; I only 'ave to leave my knickers off and give you a little look – its no trouble for me at all! And look at you! It certainly cheers you up don't it?”
“Oh crikey, Sally, you're right there...” I said. And I reached down and began to rub my cock under the bedclothes. Sally watched me; it was obvious what I was doing. I continued staring up her skirt at her opening vagina, wondering at it, watching it getting wetter... Then to my amazement she got up and came and sat on my bed, next to me, facing me, and pulled her skirt up again, lifting it up so I could continue to see her lovely pussy. My right hand was still wanking my cock shaft slowly as she took hold of my left hand and placed it, gulp, on the stocking-top of her left leg. She smiled at me. No word was said. I felt her thigh and let my hand move upwards onto her bare skin. I could feel the heat from her crotch as I caressed her, tentatively exploring. Would she let me go further? I tested, tested; really gently I progressed with shaking fingers further upwards towards the heat and moisture of her open hole. Then, oh joy, I touched her pussy lips with the back of my index finger. It was wet and slippery and I looked into her eyes as I slowly rubbed her there.
“A little 'igher, Alan..” she breathed, “diddle my clit for me..” Good lord, this was fantastic. As I stropped myself, I fingered her little button and put a finger up inside her. Then suddenly she gasped, tightly closed her legs, trapping my fingers inside her and hissed “Oh yes, I'm cumming. Do it harder...oh yes...” and I frigged her intently as I realised I was wanking myself in a frenzy. Of course it was too much and I came into my pyjamas yet again. Sally opened her legs to let my hand free and she bent over me and kissed and held me. “Now get better an' get those pictures done. Not a word to Stan!”
And she was gone...
oooOOOooo
I worked in my room most of that day and felt myself getting stronger as the day went on. In the late afternoon I went off to the university campus for the first time in days and went straight off to the dark-rooms to process Stan's films. I was there all evening and didn't get back to my digs until quite late that night. The pictures were great – nothing I hadn't seen of Sally already mind, but very nice shots of her in underwear, swimming costumes and nude – but no open leg shots, just furry frontals. Stan had used flash quite a bit so some parts were washed out while others were under-exposed. Not bad though.
The house was quiet as I came in through the front door but as I started to climb the stairs Sally popped out of her private front room and beckoned me over.
“Stan an' me was just wondrin' if you'd 'ad a chance to do them films?” she asked.
“Yes, I've got them here.” and I handed them over to her.
“Come in and show 'em to Stan, we cam look at 'em together. You didn't do any copies did you?”
“No, but I wouldn't mind some – you really do make a great model Sally!” She blushed, and led me into the front room, shutting the door after her.
Stan got to his feet and smiled at me. “So, here's our secret film-processor! I must say I'm very grateful to you for doing this for us Alan. Let me know how much I owe you. Now let's take a look at my handiwork on the camera!”
“Well, Stan, its pretty good. Its a pity you had to use flash, studio lights would be better, so you don't quite get the best value from Sally, the light is a bit harsh. But they are great shots of her. She looks fabulous...I hope you don't mind me saying!”
“Not at all, mate. She's a good looker my Sal, an' I dont mind blokes ogling her. As long as they know she's mine!” He was looking at the prints and passing them to Sally. “Thanks again Alan. No, I agree about the flash, but I cant afford proper lights, I'd love to be able to use them. And you know what? Now I know you can develop 'em for me …. I wonder. Hmmm. Well, I wonder if I could do some harder shots of Sal.” He looked at her. “You know Sal, show a bit more, bit porny stuff, open leg shots, pussy shots. Even hardcore!” Sally looked extremely embarrassed and had gone bright red at her husbands suggestions.
“Err, well I s'pose so, Stan. Are you OK with Alan seeing them?”
“Ok? Yes I'm OK. In fact I was thinking Alan could be there when I take them, he could advise on shots. And if we do some hardcore, he could take the pictures! What do you think Alan?”
What did I think! “That would be great Stan, if Sally doesn't mind. And I have an idea... I could get the studio booked at the Uni for us, we could use the studio lights and not be disturbed. Its free most evenings.”
Stan was beaming at me. “Do you think we could book it tomorrow?” He was really excited. And so was I.
“I should think so. I'll book it first thing at Uni and call Sally to confirm. Buy some film Stan, and I'll see you there at 7 pm. I'll get the studio set up. You two will need to think about outfits and props. Now, I'm off to bed.” I left them looking at each other and Stan with a big smile on his face. I didn't sleep particularly well. Anticipation they call it!
Ooo00ooo
I was at Uni nice and promptly next morning to get the studio booked. I rang Sally to tell her we were all set up and checked with her she was OK with what Stan had planned, and me being involved. “Well it was a bit sudden, but since you've seen my bits anyway I don't mind. In fact I feel sexy at the thought of it. And Stan is beside 'imself getting all worked up about shootin' the kind of pictures 'e's always wanted to shoot of me. He is a dirty bugger! I'll get some nice outfits together. See you later then...”
I tried to concentrate on my lectures that day, but my mind kept wandering. I was wondering how it would go, what Sally would wear. Whether Stan would change his mind about me being there. Nothing I could do about it though – just had to wait.
I went to the studio early, just to make sure it was all set up OK and the heating was turned up. It was very well appointed, just like all the facilities at the university. It was completely self-contained, with a small kitchen area, a dressing room, a toilet and a large central studio area with lights that could be moved around. It had chairs, a table, a coffee table, a studio couch, a few screens, a raised carpeted area in one corner and various props that you could use – vases of plastic flowers, and so on. I busied myself checking the lights and generally fussing about when, about 15 minutes before our agreed time, there was a knock at the studio door and Stan and Sally entered, both in their coats. I breathed a sigh of relief and showed them around. They had a couple of large bags between them.
“Well, let's get started shall we?” said Stan, taking off his coat and checking his cameras (he'd brought two along), “the earlier we get going, the more time we'll have for naughty pictures. Alan, are you still OK with processing and printing them for us?” I nodded and smiled. Sally was trying out the couch and the chairs. “Go on Sal, get your face on girl!”
Sally opened a bag and began applying make-up to her face. Red lipstick, eye-shadow, blusher. Wow she was looking hotter by the minute. Then she put the make-up away and undid her coat. Wow again! She was clearly already dressed for the session. Short red miniskirt, obviously stockings and suspenders as I could clearly see her stocking-tops, tight little white blouse and red high heels.
“I'll start shooting with this camera until we get to the naughty pictures I cant take into Boots to get processed”, said Stan. “Sit on that chair, Sal, and lets get going. Alan, are the lights set up OK?”
I told him it was fine to go ahead, I switched on the lights and he began snapping away as Sally posed this way and that, pulling up her skirt for naughty but nice views of her legs, teasing shots as she pretended to unbutton her blouse etc etc. Then Stan picked up the other camera. “OK Sal, lets have some upskirt stuff!” I watched closely as Stan lay on his back and Sally pulled her skirt up exposing her shiny nylon panties and stood over him.
“Stan be careful of the shadows, you may not get a clear view there as you're shooting into the light!” I cautioned.
“Good point Alan, thanks! Sally love, lay on your back on that carpeted area so the light's on your gusset.” Sally did as she was told, laying down, pulling up the skirt again and opening her legs wide. Fabulous view of her panty crotch, stocking-tops, suspender and white thighs. Great! Stan snapped. I was getting a powerful erection. “Open the blouse for me.” Sally sensuously undid one button at a time until her blouse opened and a white nylon underwired bra came into view. Then she sat up and took the blouse off. “I tell you what – how about we have a shot or two with you in Alan? Put a hand on her bra cup will you?”
I went red and looked at Sally who smiled approval at me. “Are you sure Stan?”
“Yes mate, go ahead – its the least we can do. Give her a nice feel!” So I gently reached out and began to fondle Sally's boob over her bra, and part of her breast that was forming a great cleavage over it. It was very strange having this intimate contact with a ravishing woman while her husband was watching and taking pictures, but I didn't let that stop me. I sneakily put a hand inside a bra cup and felt her nipple under my hand. “That's great Alan, keep that up – its turning me on!” said Stan.
“I'm enjoying it too Alan,” echoed Sally. I swallowed. This was fabulous. I got her to stand again, then stood behind her and undid the bra, but before it fell away I put both hands under the cups and held her globes. Stan was clearly getting excited as he snapped us. Then I wrapped my arms around her, both of us facing Stan's camera, and nuzzled her neck as I massaged her breasts. Stan put his hand down the front of his trouser to adjust his obvious erection. Boy, he was loving this almost as much as I was by the look of it!
I decided to just get on with it, Stan or Sally would no doubt stop me if they didnt like what I was doing, so I began to lift up her skirt, exposing her panties and stocking-tops. Stan was looking flushed as his wife's legs became more exposed. Still behind her, I unzipped the skirt at the back and let it fall away. Now Sandy was stood there naked from the waist up, clad only in panties, stockings, suspenders and heels. I turned her around so her lovely back was to Stan and his camera, and she pressed her bust against my chest. I began to fondle her silky-panty-clad bottom cheeks and Stan duly obliged by snapping away, getting redder and redder in the face and panting hard.
“Oh God, Sally, this is fabulous, love. Open your legs, let Alan rub your panty gusset – I must have shots of that..” Gasped Stan. Sally duly bent forward, her tits hanging down and I couldn't resist cupping them and feeling their weight. Her nipples sprang out to meet my caresses. Then she parted her legs so that her panty gusset was open and accessible between her thighs. I looked Stan in the eyes as I began to rub his wife's crotch through her panties. I could feel the slit of her vagina and the slight hollow where her anus was located. As Stan took more and more shots I explored further, pushing the panties into her cleft as far as I could. I felt on the verge of cumming but knew I had to control myself. I had to get her knickers off. I began to pull them down over her suspender belt, slowly exposing her bottom. “Oh fuck, Alan, yes..” said Stan, obviously approving. So, little by little, stopping regularly for Stan's pictures, I removed Sally panties completely, exposing her anus and her vagina in the process. She stepped out of them for me, and resumed the open wide pose.
“Oh lovely Sal, you look nice and wet. Has he got you going? Use your fingers, show him what to do, get yourself as wet as you can. Oh you lovely dirty cow. Show him all you've got, make his day for me. Open up as much as you can, Sal.” Blimey! Sally was wanton, she got on her back, opened her legs wide and pulled her vagina lips apart. Then she started frigging herself. One, Two, Three fingers plunged up her twat. She was soaking with juices. She took my hand and led my fingers to her snatch. I slipped them straight inside her, warm, wet, dripping and sticky. Wonderful.
“Get his cock out, love” commanded Stan and she undid my belt, opened my fly and delved into my pants to bring out my engorged manhood. Then Stan took more photos as she began to hold my shaft, then lick along its length and finally tease the helmet with light touches of her tongue all around the head and underside. Then, in one great gulp, she took my whole length down into her throat and fellated me like there was no tomorrow. “Don't make 'im fetch..” shouted Stan, “let him up you!” Crikey! Sally got on all fours, opened her knees and dropped her chest so her bottom was foremost. Stan stood to one side to capture me slowly losing my virginity to his wife, first just the head of my penis between Sally's outer lips, then, slowly feeding more and more into her. Then I couldn't pose any longer, I just started banging away at Sally doggy-style as Stan yelled encouragement. I reached under Sally as I pumped away and found her clitoris. As I touched her there she began shouting: “I'm cumming Stan, 'e's made me cum!” and that took me over the edge and I emptied my balls into her.
“Oh Shit!” shouted Stan, “you've fetched inside her haven't you? My fault, I should have told you to pull out and shoot it over her bum! Never mind, we can shoot it again later.”
“Was it OK to cum in Sally?” I asked.
“Yes, its fine,” she replied, “I'm ont'pill!” Stan nodded his agreement.
“Oh Stan, Sally, that was great. Did it go how you wanted Stan? Did you get your photos?”
“Yes, thanks, Alan. It went better than I thought. I didn't realise how much of a turn-on it would be to see my wife been served by another guy. Now I need to cum! Alan, are you ready to do her again? No photos, I just want to watch and bring myself off!”
“Crikey, yes, if its OK with both of you. I'm ready to go again!” I stripped off completely with Sally's assistance. She helped me off with my shirt, socks and pulled off my trousers for me. She made a great show of fondling my cock and balls though my pants as she pulled them down, kissing my penis as she did so. My erection grew larger. Then I noticed Stan was stripping off too.
“Not to worry Alan,” he said, “I've just had an idea. Summat I've heard about from a mate who'd seen a mag with it in in Denmark. I've always wanted to see if it's possible. My mate told me there are pictures over there where two blokes are fucking a girl at the same time – one in the fanny and one in the arse! What do you think of that?” I was shocked, appalled and fascinated actually. And ready to give it a try. I nodded.
“One of you 'as to put 'is cock up my bum-hole?” said Sally, “can you do that? Will it fit?”
“Got to be worth a try,” said Stan. “Alan, you're really hard aren't you, well, your cock is. See if you can get it up Sally's anus! I'll take a few shots for the record.” He reached for his camera and Sally began to spit lots of saliva onto her fingers, lay back, pulled her legs right back and open, so that her anus was to the fore, then she slathered her saliva all around her small hole.
“Help me out 'ere, Alan. Get some of yer spit on 'ere too. Don't be shy, work it into mi arse!” So, thus commanded I gently dribbled and spat saliva onto her nether regions and tentatively put a finger into her small anal opening. I worked it in and out – beautifully tight and gradually getting slippery. Then Sally began to move juices from her pussy, including some of my cum, as they ran out, over to mix in with the rest.
“Try getting it in now, Alan” said Stan, so I moved my throbbing erect dick forwards to her sphincter. “Push it forward, son. That's it. Keep pushing. Sally, relax your bum-hole, let it open more. Don't tense, let it slip forward... Oh, that's it, I can see it opening. Yes, the head's just going in. Oh, great. Oh lovely.”
“Oh Stan, its so dirty. But it feels amazing! We must do this together. This is great! Are you going to come up me too, love?”
“Well I want to – But I can't get in with you two like that though... I know, I'll lie on me back and you can lay on top, Sally – Alan can go back in your arse once I'm up you.”
So we did as he suggested, Stan lay on his back, erection massive, and Sally lowered herself onto it. She bent forward on to his chest, her knees either side of his hips. Stan obliged by pulling Sally's bum cheeks apart and opening her anus up nicely for my entrance. I knelt astride Stan's legs and seconds later I was up her bum-shaft again. This time I could feel Stan's huge erection pushing against my own with just a thin membrane between them – the membrane which was Sally! Stan began thrusting wildly, almost in danger of throwing Sally and myself off! But his rhythmic movements were doing something amazing to all three of us, even for Stan and Sally this was a new experience, we were all double penetration virgins today!
It was over far too soon. I don't know who started to cum first, it was probably me, this was such an intense set of experiences, but essentially we all orgasmed pretty well simultaneously!
“Oh boy, that was great!” breathed Stan. “Let's have a good look at you Sal, I want to see how your holes look after having me an' Alan up 'em! That's it love, open 'em up wide and let's get a good view. Alan, can you see up her OK? Get yer fingers up an' I'll shoot some more pictures. That's it son,” I began fingering her pussy, “give her a good poke – lovely, hold her pussy lips apart, great. Now a finger up her arse. Lovely.”
I was erect yet again by now and Stan's instructions, and Sally's willing compliance, were driving me crazy. I fingered both her holes as she thrust down at my attention. I rubbed her pussy lips, pulled them apart, looked right up inside her and stopped every so often so Stan could get another shot. Then I just did as I pleased. I fed my cock into Sally's mouth and she sucked me heartily. I pumped in and out a while as she took my length. Then I had her up the arse again, right up to the hilt, as Stan either took pictures or wanked himself. Occasionally he'd feed his cock into her mouth or up her pussy to complement what I was up to. He spunked again at some point and the semen was worked into Sally's holes or massaged over her breasts. At one point I lay back on the floor and Sally sat on my face. She was dripping her juices all over my cheeks, mouth and nose as she lowered herself down on me, pulling her pussy lips apart and basically just spreading herself out over my face, just slathering her whole crotch area over me, pasting herself onto me so I almost felt I was inside her. She squirmed over me, slipping around in her wetness and my saliva. My nose went into her pussy, then into her anus as I licked and slobbered over her. She was beside herself in ecstasy, moaning that she'd never had anything like it. Stan was watching closely and firing off shots.
I don't know how many times I came, and Sally came, and Stan jerked off on her. At times he just joined in licking and kissing and wanking over his wife, while I held her, slid over her, luxuriating in the sweat and all our juices and cum and lubrication and saliva all mingling together and coating us all in a sexy, heady sheen of glistening juice. Then it happened.
Sally was writhing about, Stan and I were writhing with her, the camera forgotten for now; Sally was laying on top of me, sucking my toes, Stan was rubbing his cock against her cheek, I was looking up Sally as she was spread face down on my chest, her open pussy slimy and puffy and wonderful. My gaze was entirely on her lovely sexual organs when she began to pee! At first it was just a little dribble, then I heard her groan and say “Oh no... cant 'elp meself!” and she began to let it flow out, over my chest, down her inner thighs and onto the studio floor. Her vagina had opened into an oval shape, her pee hole was distended and I watched the pee in fascination, cumming immediately. I noticed Stan had picked up the camera again and was getting shots of the spectacle.
Eventually Sally rolled off me onto her back, legs still wide apart, and Stan stood over her and peed on her as she pulled open her flaps, lifted her bottom up and pulled her anus open too. Stan just continued to aim his pee into his wife's ready holes. “Oh yer a dirty bitch!” he smiled, “a wonderful, wonderful dirty cow..”
I felt I had to get in on the act, and, having cum I was able to pee on her myself. I aimed at her face and she greedily opened her mouth to take my liquid. Stan took pictures. The floor was covered, and I hoped we'd be able to mop up the mess and get away with it – hopefully it would all be dry by the next day. Stan seemed to feel the session was over, and I suspect out of guilt that he may get me into trouble, began mopping and cleaning up. I helped Sally to her feet and held her tight, kissing her all over and thanking her. She felt my cock, balls and arse while I fingered her holes and felt her breasts. Then I helped her get into her underwear and got her dressed, paying particular attention to making sure her bra and panties fitted right!
An hour later we left the studio looking none the worse for our fun. Just a bit damp. That night, I joined Sally and Stan in their bed, Sally in the middle, my fingers inside her for most of the time.
Believe me, this was going to be a regular thing....
THE END
On about the third day, when I was feeling a little more compos mentis, Sally, the landlady, dropped in with a pile of magazines for me to read. She put them on the bed next to me and sat herself down on the edge as she chatted. “There's a couple a' pornos in there for you as well,” she said, matter of factly, “me 'usband luvs 'is porn – I think all men do don't they?” I gulped and stared at her. “e's always had a collection. I look at 'em with 'im some times, I find it turns me on too! Though 'e sez that the stuff you get 'ere's norras good as what you can get in Denmark. E tol' me you can get all sorts over there – lasses with everything showing, lads wi' great fat hard-ons and such! Stan sez he'd tried to get some but couldn't. Sez e'd like to make 'is own – with me posing, 'ow about that? - but dunno 'ow to get t'film developed. Anyway, enough a me talkin' gotta be off on me chores. Enjoy the mags!”
And with that she was gone and I was left speechless and reeling – and not just from the virus. I looked at the mags and they were the usual fare for early 70's – Mayfair mainly, nice stuff but not porn as we know it today. Some furry fronts had begun to creep in but it was mainly bare boobs and bottoms. But I wanted to hear more from Sally and my mind worked over-time until she came up again later with tea and biscuits.
I bade her to sit down again and smiled at her as I thanked her for the mags. I said I'd liked the pornos as she'd called them, and was a bit stammery as I got her to tell me about how she and Stan liked to look at them. She giggled. “Oh I s'pose I shouldn't be tellin' you, but I'm sure Stan wont mind. Well, Stan likes me to dress up in sexy undies like the girls in the mags. I get into similar poses and he likes to feel me up. Oh it sounds so rude telling you like this!” I smiled at her and told her I found it really exciting to hear about what they do and she went on. “And we do poses that they don't do in these mags, you know, proper legs open and that. I mean its nothing Stan hasn't seen before of course, but I pretend he's photographing me, or that there are other men present taking pictures too.”
“It sounds fantastic – I wish I had a wife who'd do that for me!” I said.
She blushed. “Maybe you will one day, Alan.” She smiled.
“Sally?” I said, “Does Stan ever take any actual photos of you – I mean without getting them developed?”
“Yes, 'e 'as a few films knocking around that 'e never plucks up the courage to try and get processed.”
“Well, I have a thought. When I'm back on my feet, the college has a photographic dark room that we can use for our own developing. I've done it before and I'm in the photo club, so I can book the darkroom myself. I'd have to pay for the chemicals and the paper and so on, but if you and Stan wanted...”
“Oh gosh – Stan would be so keen. That would be a great favour to do us. I'll tell 'im when 'e gets 'ome. That would be great, it will make 'is day. Obviously we'll pay all the expenses.”
“Do you think Stan would let me keep some copies of the photos?”
“Oh, photos of me in my undies and nude? Oh. I'm not sure. I mean, a photo, you could keep for ever and show other people. I'm not sure. I'll 'ave to talk to Stan.” I must have looked disappointed at this as she went on: “Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sure I can make it up to you. Tell you what, 'ang on a minute..” and with that she left the room. She was more than a minute, more like 15, and I finished my tea and cakes wondering what was going on.
Then, after a brief knock on my door she came back in. Wow! Her blonde hair was tied up above her head and she was wearing what I think is described as lingerie – a long-flowing slip that started like a bra at the top. She swished it back and forth and she crossed across in front of me. Her breasts struggled to escape the tight garment and jiggled wondrously as she moved. She smiled at me, “This is the sort of thing I wear for Stan, do you like it?” I nodded and grinned broadly. She turned her back and then span around again. She raised the hem of the slip and I could see stockings and heels. Then she undid the back and pulled the long slip off completely. She now stood there in a white lacy bra, stockings and a long open-bottom girdle. She looked delicious. My cock was rising under the bedclothes as she posed for me. She knew how to stretch the girdle across her upper thighs to create a sensual effect – probably tutored by Stan! She would raise one leg and stand on the other while she was sideways on to me. She cupped her boobs over the bra and squeezed them together for maximum cleavage. I was amazed and breathing hard. Then she said: “The other boys will be back soon, so I'd better stop in a mo'. I'll give you a special little treat and later I'll 'ave a chat with Stan.”
A treat? What was that going to be? I felt like I'd already had quite a treat already.
In the corner of my room is a small chair with a desk for my study work. She placed the chair against the furthest wall – not very far away as it goes – and sat down. She had her legs closed tightly but pointing at me so I could see a little way under the girdle, but not far as all was dark up there. Then she fixed me with her eyes and slowly, gradually began to part her legs. The girdle bottom opened as she did so and the light from the window enabled me to see a little further up. “I'm not wearing knickers,” she breathed, as she opened further and I could see this was true as the girdle began to rise further up her thighs, fighting against the pull of her stockings and the suspenders. In the next few seconds I entered heaven as hitherto-unseen delights were presented to me. I took in the hair around her pussy, then the opening lips and finally the moisture clearly visible as her innermost folds were exposed. I stared at the delights as she lifted her legs off the ground and slid a little forward, bringing her hands down and pulling herself apart for me. She had fingers alongside her lips and even dipping inside her self a little as she held herself open to my gaze. Having slipped forward I was able to see her anus now, sitting glistening under her open pussy. At that moment it was all too much and I couldn't help myself spunking into my pajama bottoms. My jerking movements and red face obviously gave me away and I saw her put a hand over her face in shock at what she'd done to me. She immediately closed up, put the slip back on and made to leave the room.
“Oh Alan, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me!”
“Don't be sorry,” I gulped, “It was the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'd love to see more - it was wonderful.”
“We'll see. Don't tell Stan about that part. I'll 'ave a chat with 'im about the developing. Better keep the rest of it between ourselves. Take care.”
And she was gone.
Ooo00ooo
All was quiet that evening. Except in my head, where it was like a party! I couldn't believe it – wow, Sally was fabulous – showing me everything. I replayed the scene over and over in my mind. I couldn't sleep that night due to the thoughts and next morning I felt awful, though I cheered up when Sally appeared with my breakfast on a tray.
She looked a bit awkward, and hesitant, but eventually she said, “well, I had a word with my Stan and 'e's said he'd like you to do the film processing thing for us. I didn't say a word about what 'appened of course, but 'e was very interested in you knowing about photography an all. He asked me 'ow the subject came up an I told 'im about letting you borrow some of 'is mags. He didn't seem to mind me tellin' you about me posin' and everything.” She reached into her apron pocket and handed me some 35mm film cases. “Here you are. Stan asked me to give you these and 'e says 'e trusts you not to show anyone else. Says they're soft enough so 'e don't mind if you can do 'em OK. Well, there we are. Anyway, I 'ope you like them – now that you've seen all of my bits I don't mind you seeing 'em. You're lookin' better by the way...”
Yes, I was on the mend, I think our session had helped enormously. I told he I was feeling better and how she had helped and she blushed a little. “I think you might be a bit of a naughty boy actually, Alan! But I did enjoy showing you my bits – it turned me on a bit.” She looked me in the eye and say down, then raised a leg slightly... and then a little more. Then she moved her knees apart and pulled her skirt up a bit. I slid down a little in my bed so I could get a better view up between her thighs and she opened further and raised the skirt further. Then her delights were once again on show. She still had stockings on but no girdle, it looked like a small white suspender belt this time, but most importantly.. no panties again! She continued, “I love 'ow I can give you pleasure so easily; I only 'ave to leave my knickers off and give you a little look – its no trouble for me at all! And look at you! It certainly cheers you up don't it?”
“Oh crikey, Sally, you're right there...” I said. And I reached down and began to rub my cock under the bedclothes. Sally watched me; it was obvious what I was doing. I continued staring up her skirt at her opening vagina, wondering at it, watching it getting wetter... Then to my amazement she got up and came and sat on my bed, next to me, facing me, and pulled her skirt up again, lifting it up so I could continue to see her lovely pussy. My right hand was still wanking my cock shaft slowly as she took hold of my left hand and placed it, gulp, on the stocking-top of her left leg. She smiled at me. No word was said. I felt her thigh and let my hand move upwards onto her bare skin. I could feel the heat from her crotch as I caressed her, tentatively exploring. Would she let me go further? I tested, tested; really gently I progressed with shaking fingers further upwards towards the heat and moisture of her open hole. Then, oh joy, I touched her pussy lips with the back of my index finger. It was wet and slippery and I looked into her eyes as I slowly rubbed her there.
“A little 'igher, Alan..” she breathed, “diddle my clit for me..” Good lord, this was fantastic. As I stropped myself, I fingered her little button and put a finger up inside her. Then suddenly she gasped, tightly closed her legs, trapping my fingers inside her and hissed “Oh yes, I'm cumming. Do it harder...oh yes...” and I frigged her intently as I realised I was wanking myself in a frenzy. Of course it was too much and I came into my pyjamas yet again. Sally opened her legs to let my hand free and she bent over me and kissed and held me. “Now get better an' get those pictures done. Not a word to Stan!”
And she was gone...
oooOOOooo
I worked in my room most of that day and felt myself getting stronger as the day went on. In the late afternoon I went off to the university campus for the first time in days and went straight off to the dark-rooms to process Stan's films. I was there all evening and didn't get back to my digs until quite late that night. The pictures were great – nothing I hadn't seen of Sally already mind, but very nice shots of her in underwear, swimming costumes and nude – but no open leg shots, just furry frontals. Stan had used flash quite a bit so some parts were washed out while others were under-exposed. Not bad though.
The house was quiet as I came in through the front door but as I started to climb the stairs Sally popped out of her private front room and beckoned me over.
“Stan an' me was just wondrin' if you'd 'ad a chance to do them films?” she asked.
“Yes, I've got them here.” and I handed them over to her.
“Come in and show 'em to Stan, we cam look at 'em together. You didn't do any copies did you?”
“No, but I wouldn't mind some – you really do make a great model Sally!” She blushed, and led me into the front room, shutting the door after her.
Stan got to his feet and smiled at me. “So, here's our secret film-processor! I must say I'm very grateful to you for doing this for us Alan. Let me know how much I owe you. Now let's take a look at my handiwork on the camera!”
“Well, Stan, its pretty good. Its a pity you had to use flash, studio lights would be better, so you don't quite get the best value from Sally, the light is a bit harsh. But they are great shots of her. She looks fabulous...I hope you don't mind me saying!”
“Not at all, mate. She's a good looker my Sal, an' I dont mind blokes ogling her. As long as they know she's mine!” He was looking at the prints and passing them to Sally. “Thanks again Alan. No, I agree about the flash, but I cant afford proper lights, I'd love to be able to use them. And you know what? Now I know you can develop 'em for me …. I wonder. Hmmm. Well, I wonder if I could do some harder shots of Sal.” He looked at her. “You know Sal, show a bit more, bit porny stuff, open leg shots, pussy shots. Even hardcore!” Sally looked extremely embarrassed and had gone bright red at her husbands suggestions.
“Err, well I s'pose so, Stan. Are you OK with Alan seeing them?”
“Ok? Yes I'm OK. In fact I was thinking Alan could be there when I take them, he could advise on shots. And if we do some hardcore, he could take the pictures! What do you think Alan?”
What did I think! “That would be great Stan, if Sally doesn't mind. And I have an idea... I could get the studio booked at the Uni for us, we could use the studio lights and not be disturbed. Its free most evenings.”
Stan was beaming at me. “Do you think we could book it tomorrow?” He was really excited. And so was I.
“I should think so. I'll book it first thing at Uni and call Sally to confirm. Buy some film Stan, and I'll see you there at 7 pm. I'll get the studio set up. You two will need to think about outfits and props. Now, I'm off to bed.” I left them looking at each other and Stan with a big smile on his face. I didn't sleep particularly well. Anticipation they call it!
Ooo00ooo
I was at Uni nice and promptly next morning to get the studio booked. I rang Sally to tell her we were all set up and checked with her she was OK with what Stan had planned, and me being involved. “Well it was a bit sudden, but since you've seen my bits anyway I don't mind. In fact I feel sexy at the thought of it. And Stan is beside 'imself getting all worked up about shootin' the kind of pictures 'e's always wanted to shoot of me. He is a dirty bugger! I'll get some nice outfits together. See you later then...”
I tried to concentrate on my lectures that day, but my mind kept wandering. I was wondering how it would go, what Sally would wear. Whether Stan would change his mind about me being there. Nothing I could do about it though – just had to wait.
I went to the studio early, just to make sure it was all set up OK and the heating was turned up. It was very well appointed, just like all the facilities at the university. It was completely self-contained, with a small kitchen area, a dressing room, a toilet and a large central studio area with lights that could be moved around. It had chairs, a table, a coffee table, a studio couch, a few screens, a raised carpeted area in one corner and various props that you could use – vases of plastic flowers, and so on. I busied myself checking the lights and generally fussing about when, about 15 minutes before our agreed time, there was a knock at the studio door and Stan and Sally entered, both in their coats. I breathed a sigh of relief and showed them around. They had a couple of large bags between them.
“Well, let's get started shall we?” said Stan, taking off his coat and checking his cameras (he'd brought two along), “the earlier we get going, the more time we'll have for naughty pictures. Alan, are you still OK with processing and printing them for us?” I nodded and smiled. Sally was trying out the couch and the chairs. “Go on Sal, get your face on girl!”
Sally opened a bag and began applying make-up to her face. Red lipstick, eye-shadow, blusher. Wow she was looking hotter by the minute. Then she put the make-up away and undid her coat. Wow again! She was clearly already dressed for the session. Short red miniskirt, obviously stockings and suspenders as I could clearly see her stocking-tops, tight little white blouse and red high heels.
“I'll start shooting with this camera until we get to the naughty pictures I cant take into Boots to get processed”, said Stan. “Sit on that chair, Sal, and lets get going. Alan, are the lights set up OK?”
I told him it was fine to go ahead, I switched on the lights and he began snapping away as Sally posed this way and that, pulling up her skirt for naughty but nice views of her legs, teasing shots as she pretended to unbutton her blouse etc etc. Then Stan picked up the other camera. “OK Sal, lets have some upskirt stuff!” I watched closely as Stan lay on his back and Sally pulled her skirt up exposing her shiny nylon panties and stood over him.
“Stan be careful of the shadows, you may not get a clear view there as you're shooting into the light!” I cautioned.
“Good point Alan, thanks! Sally love, lay on your back on that carpeted area so the light's on your gusset.” Sally did as she was told, laying down, pulling up the skirt again and opening her legs wide. Fabulous view of her panty crotch, stocking-tops, suspender and white thighs. Great! Stan snapped. I was getting a powerful erection. “Open the blouse for me.” Sally sensuously undid one button at a time until her blouse opened and a white nylon underwired bra came into view. Then she sat up and took the blouse off. “I tell you what – how about we have a shot or two with you in Alan? Put a hand on her bra cup will you?”
I went red and looked at Sally who smiled approval at me. “Are you sure Stan?”
“Yes mate, go ahead – its the least we can do. Give her a nice feel!” So I gently reached out and began to fondle Sally's boob over her bra, and part of her breast that was forming a great cleavage over it. It was very strange having this intimate contact with a ravishing woman while her husband was watching and taking pictures, but I didn't let that stop me. I sneakily put a hand inside a bra cup and felt her nipple under my hand. “That's great Alan, keep that up – its turning me on!” said Stan.
“I'm enjoying it too Alan,” echoed Sally. I swallowed. This was fabulous. I got her to stand again, then stood behind her and undid the bra, but before it fell away I put both hands under the cups and held her globes. Stan was clearly getting excited as he snapped us. Then I wrapped my arms around her, both of us facing Stan's camera, and nuzzled her neck as I massaged her breasts. Stan put his hand down the front of his trouser to adjust his obvious erection. Boy, he was loving this almost as much as I was by the look of it!
I decided to just get on with it, Stan or Sally would no doubt stop me if they didnt like what I was doing, so I began to lift up her skirt, exposing her panties and stocking-tops. Stan was looking flushed as his wife's legs became more exposed. Still behind her, I unzipped the skirt at the back and let it fall away. Now Sandy was stood there naked from the waist up, clad only in panties, stockings, suspenders and heels. I turned her around so her lovely back was to Stan and his camera, and she pressed her bust against my chest. I began to fondle her silky-panty-clad bottom cheeks and Stan duly obliged by snapping away, getting redder and redder in the face and panting hard.
“Oh God, Sally, this is fabulous, love. Open your legs, let Alan rub your panty gusset – I must have shots of that..” Gasped Stan. Sally duly bent forward, her tits hanging down and I couldn't resist cupping them and feeling their weight. Her nipples sprang out to meet my caresses. Then she parted her legs so that her panty gusset was open and accessible between her thighs. I looked Stan in the eyes as I began to rub his wife's crotch through her panties. I could feel the slit of her vagina and the slight hollow where her anus was located. As Stan took more and more shots I explored further, pushing the panties into her cleft as far as I could. I felt on the verge of cumming but knew I had to control myself. I had to get her knickers off. I began to pull them down over her suspender belt, slowly exposing her bottom. “Oh fuck, Alan, yes..” said Stan, obviously approving. So, little by little, stopping regularly for Stan's pictures, I removed Sally panties completely, exposing her anus and her vagina in the process. She stepped out of them for me, and resumed the open wide pose.
“Oh lovely Sal, you look nice and wet. Has he got you going? Use your fingers, show him what to do, get yourself as wet as you can. Oh you lovely dirty cow. Show him all you've got, make his day for me. Open up as much as you can, Sal.” Blimey! Sally was wanton, she got on her back, opened her legs wide and pulled her vagina lips apart. Then she started frigging herself. One, Two, Three fingers plunged up her twat. She was soaking with juices. She took my hand and led my fingers to her snatch. I slipped them straight inside her, warm, wet, dripping and sticky. Wonderful.
“Get his cock out, love” commanded Stan and she undid my belt, opened my fly and delved into my pants to bring out my engorged manhood. Then Stan took more photos as she began to hold my shaft, then lick along its length and finally tease the helmet with light touches of her tongue all around the head and underside. Then, in one great gulp, she took my whole length down into her throat and fellated me like there was no tomorrow. “Don't make 'im fetch..” shouted Stan, “let him up you!” Crikey! Sally got on all fours, opened her knees and dropped her chest so her bottom was foremost. Stan stood to one side to capture me slowly losing my virginity to his wife, first just the head of my penis between Sally's outer lips, then, slowly feeding more and more into her. Then I couldn't pose any longer, I just started banging away at Sally doggy-style as Stan yelled encouragement. I reached under Sally as I pumped away and found her clitoris. As I touched her there she began shouting: “I'm cumming Stan, 'e's made me cum!” and that took me over the edge and I emptied my balls into her.
“Oh Shit!” shouted Stan, “you've fetched inside her haven't you? My fault, I should have told you to pull out and shoot it over her bum! Never mind, we can shoot it again later.”
“Was it OK to cum in Sally?” I asked.
“Yes, its fine,” she replied, “I'm ont'pill!” Stan nodded his agreement.
“Oh Stan, Sally, that was great. Did it go how you wanted Stan? Did you get your photos?”
“Yes, thanks, Alan. It went better than I thought. I didn't realise how much of a turn-on it would be to see my wife been served by another guy. Now I need to cum! Alan, are you ready to do her again? No photos, I just want to watch and bring myself off!”
“Crikey, yes, if its OK with both of you. I'm ready to go again!” I stripped off completely with Sally's assistance. She helped me off with my shirt, socks and pulled off my trousers for me. She made a great show of fondling my cock and balls though my pants as she pulled them down, kissing my penis as she did so. My erection grew larger. Then I noticed Stan was stripping off too.
“Not to worry Alan,” he said, “I've just had an idea. Summat I've heard about from a mate who'd seen a mag with it in in Denmark. I've always wanted to see if it's possible. My mate told me there are pictures over there where two blokes are fucking a girl at the same time – one in the fanny and one in the arse! What do you think of that?” I was shocked, appalled and fascinated actually. And ready to give it a try. I nodded.
“One of you 'as to put 'is cock up my bum-hole?” said Sally, “can you do that? Will it fit?”
“Got to be worth a try,” said Stan. “Alan, you're really hard aren't you, well, your cock is. See if you can get it up Sally's anus! I'll take a few shots for the record.” He reached for his camera and Sally began to spit lots of saliva onto her fingers, lay back, pulled her legs right back and open, so that her anus was to the fore, then she slathered her saliva all around her small hole.
“Help me out 'ere, Alan. Get some of yer spit on 'ere too. Don't be shy, work it into mi arse!” So, thus commanded I gently dribbled and spat saliva onto her nether regions and tentatively put a finger into her small anal opening. I worked it in and out – beautifully tight and gradually getting slippery. Then Sally began to move juices from her pussy, including some of my cum, as they ran out, over to mix in with the rest.
“Try getting it in now, Alan” said Stan, so I moved my throbbing erect dick forwards to her sphincter. “Push it forward, son. That's it. Keep pushing. Sally, relax your bum-hole, let it open more. Don't tense, let it slip forward... Oh, that's it, I can see it opening. Yes, the head's just going in. Oh, great. Oh lovely.”
“Oh Stan, its so dirty. But it feels amazing! We must do this together. This is great! Are you going to come up me too, love?”
“Well I want to – But I can't get in with you two like that though... I know, I'll lie on me back and you can lay on top, Sally – Alan can go back in your arse once I'm up you.”
So we did as he suggested, Stan lay on his back, erection massive, and Sally lowered herself onto it. She bent forward on to his chest, her knees either side of his hips. Stan obliged by pulling Sally's bum cheeks apart and opening her anus up nicely for my entrance. I knelt astride Stan's legs and seconds later I was up her bum-shaft again. This time I could feel Stan's huge erection pushing against my own with just a thin membrane between them – the membrane which was Sally! Stan began thrusting wildly, almost in danger of throwing Sally and myself off! But his rhythmic movements were doing something amazing to all three of us, even for Stan and Sally this was a new experience, we were all double penetration virgins today!
It was over far too soon. I don't know who started to cum first, it was probably me, this was such an intense set of experiences, but essentially we all orgasmed pretty well simultaneously!
“Oh boy, that was great!” breathed Stan. “Let's have a good look at you Sal, I want to see how your holes look after having me an' Alan up 'em! That's it love, open 'em up wide and let's get a good view. Alan, can you see up her OK? Get yer fingers up an' I'll shoot some more pictures. That's it son,” I began fingering her pussy, “give her a good poke – lovely, hold her pussy lips apart, great. Now a finger up her arse. Lovely.”
I was erect yet again by now and Stan's instructions, and Sally's willing compliance, were driving me crazy. I fingered both her holes as she thrust down at my attention. I rubbed her pussy lips, pulled them apart, looked right up inside her and stopped every so often so Stan could get another shot. Then I just did as I pleased. I fed my cock into Sally's mouth and she sucked me heartily. I pumped in and out a while as she took my length. Then I had her up the arse again, right up to the hilt, as Stan either took pictures or wanked himself. Occasionally he'd feed his cock into her mouth or up her pussy to complement what I was up to. He spunked again at some point and the semen was worked into Sally's holes or massaged over her breasts. At one point I lay back on the floor and Sally sat on my face. She was dripping her juices all over my cheeks, mouth and nose as she lowered herself down on me, pulling her pussy lips apart and basically just spreading herself out over my face, just slathering her whole crotch area over me, pasting herself onto me so I almost felt I was inside her. She squirmed over me, slipping around in her wetness and my saliva. My nose went into her pussy, then into her anus as I licked and slobbered over her. She was beside herself in ecstasy, moaning that she'd never had anything like it. Stan was watching closely and firing off shots.
I don't know how many times I came, and Sally came, and Stan jerked off on her. At times he just joined in licking and kissing and wanking over his wife, while I held her, slid over her, luxuriating in the sweat and all our juices and cum and lubrication and saliva all mingling together and coating us all in a sexy, heady sheen of glistening juice. Then it happened.
Sally was writhing about, Stan and I were writhing with her, the camera forgotten for now; Sally was laying on top of me, sucking my toes, Stan was rubbing his cock against her cheek, I was looking up Sally as she was spread face down on my chest, her open pussy slimy and puffy and wonderful. My gaze was entirely on her lovely sexual organs when she began to pee! At first it was just a little dribble, then I heard her groan and say “Oh no... cant 'elp meself!” and she began to let it flow out, over my chest, down her inner thighs and onto the studio floor. Her vagina had opened into an oval shape, her pee hole was distended and I watched the pee in fascination, cumming immediately. I noticed Stan had picked up the camera again and was getting shots of the spectacle.
Eventually Sally rolled off me onto her back, legs still wide apart, and Stan stood over her and peed on her as she pulled open her flaps, lifted her bottom up and pulled her anus open too. Stan just continued to aim his pee into his wife's ready holes. “Oh yer a dirty bitch!” he smiled, “a wonderful, wonderful dirty cow..”
I felt I had to get in on the act, and, having cum I was able to pee on her myself. I aimed at her face and she greedily opened her mouth to take my liquid. Stan took pictures. The floor was covered, and I hoped we'd be able to mop up the mess and get away with it – hopefully it would all be dry by the next day. Stan seemed to feel the session was over, and I suspect out of guilt that he may get me into trouble, began mopping and cleaning up. I helped Sally to her feet and held her tight, kissing her all over and thanking her. She felt my cock, balls and arse while I fingered her holes and felt her breasts. Then I helped her get into her underwear and got her dressed, paying particular attention to making sure her bra and panties fitted right!
An hour later we left the studio looking none the worse for our fun. Just a bit damp. That night, I joined Sally and Stan in their bed, Sally in the middle, my fingers inside her for most of the time.
Believe me, this was going to be a regular thing....
THE END
Maris
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