The implication of her neighbour's question was obvious - "Does anyone else wish to pose with Sal?" It would not simply be posing nude with Sal: there would be an erection and more. You could have heard a pin drop. Nobody said a word. It was an invitation to fuck or be fondled or sucked by Sal - nothing more and nothing less.
"Well, if no volunteers, I'll do it."
It took some courage, thought Sal, to undress just like that in front of everyone: not only to be naked but also already erect in front of them. Sal doubted there was any man in the room not tumescent. Or at least she thought those things in retrospect. At the time Sal was thinking very unclearly. Her arousal had not abated, and she still had a cock inside her – even if it was not feeling as filling as before.
Her neighbour was indeed erect, just as Sal had seen him quite a few times before. His was one of the penises she was familiar with. Unfazed by the audience he swung himself up onto the table and simply presented his cock to Sal. Her breasts were held, a penis still occupied her vagina, it seemed almost natural to open her mouth to take in her neighbour's cock. She had sucked it before.
"Hold!" It was Mrs. Riley again, anxious to catch the pose. Again, Sal was impressed with the photograph when she saw it. There was something about an open – female – mouth and an erection waiting to enter. It was very sexual. The club later tried to capture the feeling using fruit and vegetables – bananas, aubergines and cucumbers. 'Eroticism with vegetables' had been one evening's theme. The intention had not originally been to have nudity but Sal and then Mr. Soames had been persuaded. It had been quite a giggle what could be done with juxtaposing the human form with fruit and vegetables!
Her neighbour held the pose and, again, it was not he who made the connection but Sal. Despite the clicking cameras and the jockeying for position by the club she just could not resist what was presented to her. She moved forward feeling the now limp cock pulled a little away from her. Sal's lips encircled half of the soft glans, paused as the camera shutters clicked and then sucked the whole of her neighbour's knob in. But she did not stop there, on and on she went, the penis slipping into her mouth but with the corresponding effect of the lad's penis slipping from her sex. She felt it. A member photographed the one cock going in and the other falling out.
"Oh," said Sal, feeling suddenly empty.
"Oh," said Mr. Soames, "I rather wanted that photograph, err, um, both ends you know."
"That's all right, I'll volunteer," said Vince.
"Me too," exclaimed Al.
Al, though, was the quicker at undressing. He vaulted onto the table as the black lad, penis hanging got off. Al's penis was not at all hanging and the photographs club were treated to a further example of penis variety – a subject, perhaps, for a future photography meeting – in that Al's penis had a pronounced forward curve, that is its curved side was uppermost.
Sal felt his hands on her hips before rather loudly, and with emphasis, Mrs. Riley uttered a single word – "socks!"
Sal did not turn to look, she had a mouthful of cock, but the meaning was obvious. Men really did not look their best in just a pair of short socks. There was a pause, presumably whilst socks were removed and thrown away out of sight of the cameras onto the floor. Again, the feeling of hands on hips and, without invitation from Sal, Al posed as requested – sort of – by Mr. Soames. Al's pose being six inches deep in Sal.
"Yes, that's almost it," said Mr. Soames.
'Almost' was right. The photographs lost something of their quality with the loss of the young lad' photogenic skin, but it did not stop the photography or upset Sal's enjoyment of the moment. She sucked and was fucked – and very willingly. The thought that there was something peculiar at having multiple cocks entering her on the evening of her de-flowering not really entering her head – then. She was just too far gone, too close to further orgasms, too out of control. Greedily – and that was the right word – she consumed Al's semen after her neighbour and he had swopped places: not at the request of anyone but seemingly by mutual agreement, though the photograph of them passing each other atop the table just at the moment their erections crossed and with Sal sprawled beneath them caused some comment at the later showing. Mrs. Riley had been particularly enthusiastic. "Nice to see two at the same time," she had whispered to Sal.
Vince, who had been waiting, took Al's place. His cock lacked a degree of firmness – certainly not flaccid but not anywhere near up to the black lad's mahogany truncheon she had so felt in her mouth minutes before. The firmness, though, came as soon as it was in Sal's mouth. It was not, of course, as big as the black lad's, not big at all but there was a pleasing rigidity and firmness to it. Sal sucked and Sal came again.
"Another position!" Mr. Soames again.
Vince came out of Sal's mouth and her neighbour from her sex. Even that produced a good photograph. Sal looking dishevelled and a little lost with two men with erections standing over her at either end.
The 'doggy' position was dispensed with and then everyone had ideas, revealing a certain knowledge of sexual positions amongst the club. Vince was made to lie on the mahogany table and hold his penis upright as Sal was asked to sit on it cowgirl style. She did as she was told and was soon bouncing up and down with her arms high in the air as Vince fondled her breasts. Sal found she liked that – riding a man. She could imagine Lady Godiva liked that.
Of course, Vince came like that. What man would not? And then the club had her on her back with her neighbour returning to the tableau and lying atop her. 'Missionary' intercourse. A new experience for Sal to have the weight of a man on her, pushing her down, she wriggled a bit and felt his hard penis enter her. Face to face, her breasts squashed against his, he began thrusting at her, the fourth penis of the evening to enter her. "You OK, Sal?" He whispered, his mouth close to hers.
"Yes, very, I think I can come again."
"I meant, with all of this," his penis gave another lunge within her.
"I... I like sex." She was not thinking straight, not with that feeling coming again. Her sex felt a little abused and her clitoris a bit over sensitive, but she was 'OK.' Fuck! She was really enjoying herself. Her own hips pushed up against her neighbour as the cameras clicked again.
And her neighbour came inside her. Once again that feeling, a spurting inside her. He had come but she had not come again. "Anyone else?" It was Sal speaking. The words just slipped out like a boob from a loose bikini top. "I mean, does anyone else fancy posing with me?"
The youngish seeming boy who had joined the club only a few weeks before when Sal had first modelled was pulling his tee shirt over his head but the older man who had joined at the same time was also undoing his buttons.
The young lad's penis was long but thin, it had a newness to it as if it had not yet been much used. Indeed, Sal found out later, it was his first fuck. He posed all right, not very good poses really before he was on top of Sal and mauling at her breasts. There was no finesse and no holding back. In reality he was not modelling at all, just desperate to fuck, the whole scene making him almost as out of control as Sal herself.
Sal felt the spurting of semen – spurting with some force admittedly – as soon as the lad was 'in.' The warmth and wetness had obviously set off the inexperienced penis which, from all the visual stimulation earlier, had probably been on a knife edge for some time. It did not make Sal come and the photographs were not memorable other than the portrait Mr. Soames caught of the young lad's smiling, ecstatic face as he rose from Sal. 'One happy little bunny,' had been Mrs. Riley's summation at the later meeting.
The older man was somewhat less 'chirpy.' He did not leap up on the table like the young lad. Down to his boxer shorts – a nice Paisley pattern – and no socks, he seemed to have second thoughts whilst waiting for the young lad. Even when the boy got off the table and, despite the evidence of his excitement visible in his boxers, he paused, "Perhaps Sal has had enough of men, err, posing with her."
Mrs. Riley chipped in. "Well, I'm not posing with her. Not today, not today anyway. Another day maybe if you'd like an older woman modelling." Mrs. Riley looked at the other women. There was a shaking of heads. It seemed the other women were not up for modelling. It would be up to the men and in particularly the older man in his boxers. "But, if Sal's agreeable I do like the look of all that hair on you."