Holiday Photos and First Photoshoot

This is the sequel to:

Holiday photos and the photographer 2

For more reading pleasure and to get to know the characters, please read part 1 and optionally 2 first.

We were persuaded to make a video after our first photo shoot as twenty-somethings. We got paid for it, so it was sold as a VHS cassette with pictures in a plastic box. Ineke is blonde, 168 cm with firm B-cup breasts, and I am Peter, a bit taller with dark brown short hair, muscular build, and 18 cm in erection. We have tight young bodies as you often see in twenty-somethings.

Update after the photo shoot last year

It has already been a year since our erotic photo shoot, and summer is in full swing. Over the past year, we've visited Tom's photo store in the city together or separately. Ineke had a poster made of herself--a beautiful photo in beachwear on the astonishingly real-looking fake beach. I bought film rolls, an album with photo corners, and a lens for my Praktica MTL3 camera. Isabelle no longer works there. A young girl our age with long brown hair now works there. She's an enthusiastic intern studying photography. She looks nice without being really pretty.

It's Friday afternoon, and I've just arrived at Ineke's to spend the weekend with her. Ineke isn't home yet, but her father approaches me and says, "Peter, I need your help because you're technical." We go to the living room where there's a box with the letters JVC. He's bought a video recorder--still rare and expensive in 1983--so I ask, "Why?"

"With this, I can record soaps and quiz shows for Marie," he explains, "and you don't have to stay home anymore. For me, comedies and nature films. There's also a video store in the village that will rent out films, so you don't have to go to the cinema."

After chatting about how much fun it is to go out--like to the cinema--and figuring out the best spot for the video recorder, I install it and set up all the channels. Ineke is home by now, and we go to her room. I tell her about her father's fancy video recorder.

She raises an eyebrow and asks, "What's he really going to use it for?"

We head to Tom's shop on Saturday morning. "Why?" I ask.

"No idea," Ineke replies, "but he had something for us, and we'll hear the rest tomorrow." We both have an idea of what, but we don't say it aloud. Quite exciting.

To the photo shop

On Saturday morning, we're showering together, messing around, and laughing. Ineke's mother hears us and calls out, "Ineke, you're not in the shower together, are you? You know your father doesn't want that--before you know it, 'accidents' will happen."

"Yes, Mom," Ineke says, stifling a laugh with her hand over her mouth. "I know, and we're already done."

"Shall we give my mother a scare?" she whispers to me.

"Why?" I ask. "Your mother is always sweet and friendly to me. Better than that grumpy old man."

Ineke drops her wrapped towel and pulls mine off too. My penis is still swollen, slightly raised. Without hesitation, she opens the door and takes me by the hand. Her mother looks at us in surprise at first, but soon smiles, shaking her head approvingly.

"Don't do that when your father's here," she warns. "He'll definitely have a fit of rage or even a heart attack!"

We quickly walk to Ineke's room, get dressed, and head to town. Ineke wears a dark blue women's shirt with spaghetti straps, a push-up bra with lace, a pastel blue skirt above her knees, and stylish pumps with ankle straps. I wear short jeans, a white V-neck T-shirt, and my new white Stan Smith sneakers.

We're greeted kindly by the young girl. "We have an appointment with Tom," Ineke says, "but I can't see him?"

"That's right," the girl replies, giggling. "I'm Kim, and I'm helping Tom as an intern. I already know you two and what you're here for. Tom's upstairs in the studio. You guys just keep going--I have to stay downstairs in the shop." She sounds a bit disappointed.

Ineke and I exchange a questioning glance and walk upstairs. Tom is hanging two wall lamps above the bedside tables next to the bed in a new setting. The fake beach was still here last year.

"I'm happy to see you again," Tom says. "Sit down in the sitting area, and I'll get some coffee. I have something for you, and I also want to show you something new."

We sit down, and Tom returns with a tray of coffee. "How are you guys doing?" he asks.

"Good," Ineke answers. "Everything's going well, and soon we're going to Spain for two weeks."

"And the studies?" Tom presses.

"We both have more than enough points to continue," I say. "It's been a great year."

"Good to hear," Tom says, "and it's certainly been a great year. The modeling business is taking off. I now work independently with four sex shops abroad. I make photo albums myself, and these are sold under the counter as exclusive private albums of amateurs."

"Oh, and are we in there too with our photos?" Ineke asks.

"Yes, of course," Tom replies, "and that's why I asked you to come over." He shows us his album with Isabelle and him in it, leafing through it casually. But I immediately feel my dick harden when I see Isabelle holding her thick labia open for Tom to slide in.

"I'd also like to see our album," I say, my voice trembling.

"Yeah, I'd love to," Tom says, "but they're sold out again!"

Real photo albums

"Because I've already sold 32 of your albums in six months," Tom explains, handing over an envelope with US$320.

"It's great that you want to share this with us," Ineke says. "Thanks for the extra money."

"You deserve it as the best-selling album," Tom says. "I sell the photo albums with real photos for $40 to the store, and they charge at least $50. My costs for the photos and album are about $15. Of that $25 profit, I give $10 to you. I need those $15 because I bring them myself once a month."

"Well, 32 is quite a lot!" I say curiously. "How many couples have you made albums of?"

"I already have twelve of solo women, including one of Isabelle, and five couples, including yourselves and myself with Isabelle," Tom replies.

"Not many couples yet," Ineke observes.

"Young couples like you are especially hard to find," Tom says, "because yes, you both have to be into it. But making albums myself is much more lucrative for me--and therefore for you--than a one-time sale to a publisher like Fortuna. Right? Do you remember we talked about a video shoot for Color Climax Studio?"

"Yes," I say, "but then we'd have to drive to their studio two hours away."

"That's right," Tom explains, "and the shoot is real porn with a crew around it, and the script is tightly directed. You could say doing tricks to film the trick."

"And we've already politely declined that, Tom," Ineke interjects.

"Yes, I know," Tom says, "but we can do a video differently now. We do the recordings here in my adapted studio, under our own management--no script, no crew, and nothing you two don't really feel like doing. Just like the photo shoot: making love together for an hour again, kissing, having sex with orgasms and a cum shot. I can pay $500 once again for the shoot and $20 per videocassette sold. As a couple, I can easily sell your intimate video cassettes with an explicit photo on the box to the sex shop for $100."

The first erotic VHS cassettes

"Have you made and sold any videos yet?" I ask.

"Yes, of Isabelle solo and one with another couple," Tom answers.

"Can we see them?" I ask.

"Of course," Tom says with a wink. "I can put it on and leave you alone for a while."

"We'd rather watch them together privately at home in peace," I explain.

"But you'll need a video recorder for that?" Tom points out.

"Yes, we already have a VHS," I say.

"Okay," Tom says, smiling. "Then take them with you on loan this weekend. Be careful with them because they still have to be sold, and please return them clean on Tuesday."

"But what do you think of the idea of making a video?" Tom asks.

"I think it'd be fun to do it in front of a video camera," I answer too quickly in my horny mood.

"We want to think about it carefully," Ineke counters.

"I understand that," Tom says. "But given the success of your photo album, I'm confident I'll sell more than 50 videos of you next year. You'll earn an extra thousand dollars."

"Yes, I understand," Ineke says. "But if we do it, we want $25 per video, and in return, we'll also sign the clothed cover photos for you."

"Okay, that's fine," Tom agrees, "and also a good idea. Then you can help pack it right away. I took the liberty of giving you an artist name in the photo album--Monique and Robert. You can change them for the video if you want."

"Haha, where did you come up with that?" Ineke laughs. "Fine, and we better not change that for the fans of our album, who will hopefully buy our video too."

"Okay, good that you're going to watch the videos," Tom says. "Isabelle does a striptease and masturbation scene where she comes intensely with a vibrator. Marilyn and Bob are in their forties and are further along with their sex than you guys, I think."

"What do they do that we can't that's special?" Ineke asks.

"Well," Tom says, "Marilyn does a masturbation scene with a vibrator and pees too."

"I could do that too if I had a vibrator," Ineke says. "Seems like a really hot thing to do."

"Watch the video, and then I'll hear from you," Tom laughs. "I'll give you that vibrator as a gift."

Our erotic video-shoot

When we arrive at the store, Tom is smoking outside. "He's nervous," Kim whispers to me a little later when we're upstairs in the studio.

Tom asks, "Do you mind if Kim helps me? She can assist and take a few pictures for the cassette box while I'm filming you guys."

Ineke looks at me, shrugs, and says, "Fine with me."

It's summer, and already warm in the studio with the lights off. We're thirsty and both drink a lot of cold water. Tom tests his new JVC video camera with Kim in the new 'bedroom' decor. The camera is connected to the recorder with a long cord, and that, in turn, to a screen on a chair next to it. I notice Kim has a nice body with curves in all the right places. She has a Canon camera with a large flash hanging around her neck. I now know from our photo session that the flash controls the large umbrella flashes for good lighting from every angle.

"Okay," Tom says with a trembling voice, "we're going to start with the first scene. You walk toward each other, stand next to each other, and look sultry at the camera. Peter then presses you against him, and Ineke starts with French kissing."

"Kim's also taking a few photos for her graduation assignment," he adds.

While we kiss, I see Kim taking her job seriously as an intern. She says, "Pose frontally and hold each other's hands. This is for the graduation assignment." She smiles. Can she read minds? I was afraid she'd use horny photos.

"Cut," Tom calls.

On the small screen, I see Tom isn't just filming us but also Kim, who's dressed and taking photos of us.

Undressing and getting horny

"Now," Tom says, "you can continue to slowly undress and warm each other up for later on the bed in the new bedroom decor."

Standing, we kiss tenderly yet with fierce intensity. Ineke presses her lower body hard against me, her heat radiating through her skirt. Dropping to her knees, she unfastens my pants, letting them crumple to the floor. I skipped underwear this morning, so my cock springs free, pointing straight at her face. She glances at the camera, her eyes glinting with fascination as she grips my erection and starts jerking me off slowly, teasingly.

Click--a blinding flash cuts through the dim studio. Kim, shy and hesitant, snaps her first-ever sex pictures, her cheeks flushing a deep red. Her hands tremble slightly on the Canon, betraying her discomfort--clearly her debut in porn photography.

Ineke smirks, peeling my glans back with a deft tug, then takes me into her mouth, her lips sliding over me as she blows me with confidence, grinning at both cameras.

After a few minutes, Ineke stands up. When we face each other, I slide my hand under her red skirt, into her white panties from above. I feel her warmth and wetness, and how smoothly shaved her cunt is--she shaved for the first time! That's what took so long in the bathroom this morning. Ineke moans, and Kim's camera captures our expressions. I move my middle finger around in her cunt hole, going as deep as I can, then pull it back tenderly and smell it. I inhale the salty-sweet scent of her delicious cunt--I'm so excited, her scent controls me. For the video, I stick my middle finger in my mouth and taste her. Flash, flash, Kim snaps.

"Oh, you taste so deliciously horny!" I exclaim.

Tom smiles with satisfaction, finding this horny for the video. Ineke looks at me, surprised but understanding it's for show. We undress further and masturbate each other while standing. Tom tries to film us from a frog perspective again, while Kim sits on the chair with her camera in hand.

"Wow, Ineke, you've shaved your pussy!" Tom shouts enthusiastically.

Ineke sees I'm distracted and whispers, "Let them go with those cameras--I'm horny for you."

"I feel and smell you, darling," I whisper back, kissing her neck and sliding two fingers into her cunt.

Ineke tenderly caresses the underside of my glans. I lovingly caress her sensitive, rock-hard nipples, proudly protruding from her firm little tits, forming a beautiful silhouette on the wall with the bright lights.

Being filmed while having sex

Tom asks, "Wouldn't you rather lie on the bed now?"

"Yes, whatever you want," Ineke replies, her voice dripping with mock obedience. "It's your party today, Tom, so tell us what to do." She pauses, then gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. "Oh, but first--I really need to pee from all that water!" She shoots me a sly wink, barely noticeable, reminding me of our little plan hatched while watching Marilyn's tape.

"Great," Tom says, his eyes lighting up. "I'd like to film that too, if that's okay."

"No, don't be weird!" Ineke exclaims, widening her eyes in feigned shock, her lips twitching as if fighting a grin. "Why are you so eager to film me pee too?" She tilts her head, playing the innocent, though her tone carries a teasing edge we'd rehearsed.

"A lot more people than you think like it and find it horny," Tom explains, his voice eager, almost breathless. "It's something very intimate to see you pee."

"Oh, really?" Ineke purrs, arching a brow as if the idea's just dawning on her. "Where would you like me to do that, then?" She steps closer to him, her hips swaying slightly, milking the moment.

"Here on the patio courtyard," Tom says enthusiastically, already halfway to the door. "It's warm and sunny outside--I'm setting up the equipment now!"

"Ineke," I ask, lowering my voice with a worried edge as Tom and Kim bustle outside, "do you really want to do this?" My tone's for show, but my pulse quickens, knowing what's coming.

"Hey, what do I care?" she fires back, tossing her blonde hair with a devilish smirk. "Everyone pees anyway, right? Let them watch when I have to go." She leans in close, her breath hot against my ear as she whispers, "Men find that hot--you loved it on the tape, didn't you?" Her giggle betrays the game, and I can't help but grin back.

Peeing for the camera

Ineke squats naked outside in the middle of the patio and says, "Kim, get me some toilet paper."

Tom interjects, "Just peeing isn't the intention--all pee scenes are filmed that way. Sit on your elbows and knees on the blue yoga mat, with your ass and pussy toward the video camera."

"No, Tom, wait a minute!" Ineke protests. "That's a very perverse position. I won't do that--think of something else."

"I'll give you $50 extra!" Tom shouts desperately.

Ineke nods silently, probably agreeing to get it over with, I think. Perverse, yes--what a horny sight! Flash, flash--Kim photographs my 18 cm erection and smiles seductively at me. Then she snaps Ineke, who looks at the mat as she starts peeing on all fours after Tom's signal. A jet of clear pee squirts in an arc almost a meter backward. Tom quickly moves aside to avoid getting wet, so excited he nearly trips over a potted plant. While I watch from the chair, Kim takes a picture of Ineke peeing with me jerking off in the background.

Tom calls, "Ineke, quickly hold your buttocks apart with both hands before you finish!"

On the monitor, I see the last stream from her pee hole. "I have to pee too," I say.

"Inside, second door on the right," Tom replies.

"No, that's a waste," Kim says. "Why wouldn't you film Peter too? I'd like to photograph him peeing anyway."

"Okay," Tom agrees, "go ahead if Peter thinks so too. But no extra money for a man, okay?"

I stand and start peeing in the potted plant. I hear Kim's shutter as she takes pictures, and Tom films from a tripod at hip height. I look at Kim--her red cheeks and horny eyes make me hard again.

"Shit, all that peeing makes me need to pee too," Kim says. "Tom, do you want to film me pee for $50 too?"

"Yes, of course," Tom replies, "but why do you want to pee for my camera?"

"I can really use the money," Kim says, "and I find it hot too."

"Fine," Tom says, "but not squatting either, right?"

Kim strips off her colorful dress, white panties, and bra, standing with only a necklace on. I didn't expect her body to be so beautiful--long brown hair, a sweet face with big brown eyes, feminine curves, big buttocks, and slightly hanging breasts with small hard nipples. More pubic hair than Ineke unshaved, plus armpit hair and some on her arms and legs.

"Beautiful, Kim," Tom compliments. "You're pure nature!"

Tom says, "Give me your camera, Kim, so Peter can take pictures of you."

I see Kim starting to drip as Tom films. Ineke watches from the chair. I sit next to Tom as Kim stands with legs slightly apart and begins peeing. Tom films her hairy cunt from the tripod. Her pee takes a while, running lustfully down her legs. She holds her labia apart with her index and middle fingers.

"Do take pictures, Peter," Tom snaps.

Oops--I catch Kim's last trickle through the viewfinder, snapping her swollen labia and a shot of her relieved face. I really enjoy taking pictures--maybe a new hobby!

After moving the equipment back to the studio bedroom and taking a break, Tom asks, "Want to continue quickly?"

"Tom, why are you nervous?" Kim suddenly asks.

"Well," Tom replies, annoyed, "I just want this important recording to go well. An hour and a half of the two hours has passed, and they still have to start fucking. Filming takes longer than photos--I can't just take an extra shot."

"We're all having fun," Ineke says. "Kim's a big help, and you should be happy about that. We're not stuck on those two hours from your price list."

"I think you want to direct their video too much," Kim adds. "Marilyn and Bob just did what they always do, and you filmed them without interruptions, as if there was no camera."

"You're right," Tom admits. "That's what we agreed on. Let's do it like that again. We'll turn on all the lights in the bedroom so Kim can take pictures with an ISO400 film and the small, quiet camera without flashes. I'll let you do your thing for half an hour and be invisible."

Everything we do is filmed and photographed

Ineke and I lie on our backs on the bed, faces under the wall lamps on one of the two white walls forming an L-shape around the bed. Kim bends over and snaps my limp dick.

"Why are you taking those?" I ask.

"Oh," she says with a horny laugh, "I like showing the difference when it's hard again."

Her breasts hang and swing with every move--my dick tingles from the view. Ineke and I turn toward each other, French kissing and caressing. She jerks me off calmly as I suck her right nipple and slide my middle finger softly in and out of her cunt.