Francesca then turned to us and asked, "Now, James and Dave, I'd like to take some photos of you in poses – some with Eliza, some by yourselves, maybe with Nick if he cares to join – that recall what you were doing this spring in dance. I'll put these in a special album that no one but my family would ever see. What do you think?" We readily assented, both due to the trust we had in her and in curiosity as to what she had in mind.
In the living room we cleared some of the furniture to the side, and placed a 9' x 6' black mat in the middle. We then quickly got to work, recreating a number of positions that reflected our dance experience that spring. These ranged from the static, such as lying down on the mat in a stretch, to the dynamic, as when two partners relied on each other to make the edifice their bodies created to remain standing. In one pose, James and I leaned into one another, in contact from our chests upward, our faces looking in opposite directions. She then had us walk our feet by inches toward each other so that soon our stomachs and then our pelvises met, our cocks straight up next to each other. James couldn't resist moving his laterally over mine, which caused me to shudder in delight. Francesca then instructed us to relax and melt into one another for over a minute, during which she took a couple more arty shots. She had me lift my legs and place them around James' waist, my balls pressing against his navel while his penis threatened my crack.
When Eliza joined, she removed her green robe to reveal a light blue thong and teddy combo that showed her assets, particularly her quarter sized nipples, which swayed back and forth gently with her every move. In one great pic, James lay prone and she straddled his stomach looking into his face, her ass poked by his hardon. In another, I stood and held her by the waist, with her right leg between mine laying horizontally, her left entwined about my right, our pelvises meeting in the middle. She ran her hands over my pink top, enjoying making little circles around my nipples.
As the wine flowed and evening marched into night things got even more heated. Our poses became more frankly sexual in nature, and were often accompanied with a bit of inescapable grinding as a result of our lust.
"Francesca, don't you think you should recreate that great picture of Eliza and Nick?" I gently teased, pointing to the one on the wall in which they embraced and stared at the camera. "Sure, why not?" she replied and Eliza took Nick in hand and had him sit on the floor in his bright white panties and blue camisole. She sat on his right thigh, with her left leg curling around his butt and her right sticking out straight toward the camera, toes pointed. Her thong smashed right up against her brother's right hipbone, and his cock was sticking straight up toward the lace waistband of his panties. He held around her back with his right arm, and her left boob was in contact with his right jaw as he leaned his face in gently to make continuous contact from hip to head. She too angled her head toward the camera with a slightly hungry look. It was a striking image Francesca captured, and he then carefully placed his left hand on her right breast. After a moment she slowly ran her right hand from his left nipple down over his pantied cock and gently moved it back and forth a few times. His breathing became ragged, and he shuddered but somehow avoided cumming. The air seemed to crackle with tension, but I noted that Francesca simply snapped away with no apparent regard for the taboos that seemed almost certain to break that night.
Next James and Nick paired up for series of photos. I was confident this would end well, as James, based on my experience receiving an amazing back- and panty-rub last night, could be a formidable temptress, particularly when dressed. I took a spot slightly behind Francesca, as I wanted to see what she shot but didn't want to distract her. Nevermind, I gently massaged her shoulders and back as she proceeded, and she didn't seem to care. Francesca instructed James to make the same arch he'd shown earlier on the beach, and Nick to place his feet near James' hands and create an arch of his own, lying down on top of and facing James. His arms lay on top of James' shaven legs and his hands reached his knees. Nick's pantied cock pressed against James' abdomen and he turned his head toward the camera, leaning his cheeks on James' thighs while James' package basically teased Nick's neck. Eliza soon reached in and, taking Nick's hands in her own, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of James' panties and drew them down his legs while Nick's hands trailed, tracing the same lines.
I could tell James was tiring of supporting both their weights and so did Nick, so with Eliza's help they gently eased James to the floor. Nick's knees lay next to James' ears with his abdomen poised above, and Nick supported himself with his hands placed flat onto the mat next to James' glutes. James' hardon, freed of its confines and barely covered by the pale green babydoll, jutted toward his navel below Nick's face.
The sexual tension created by this pose caused me to tenderly caress Francesca's left breast from behind, and she pointed her ass straight back at my pantied cock in return. It was an unbelievable feeling, with my cock sliding slowly up and down her crack. Next I watched Eliza silently creep up to Nick, kneel and whisper, "you know you want to" as she placed her hand on her brother's neck and lightly pushed his head toward James' waiting cock. She deftly lifted the hem of the babydoll out of the way so that Nick had a clear shot at James' pulsing hardon. He lowered his mouth on it, taking it in ever so slowly and then lifting himself back up after a languorous suck. He repeated this same motion several times, and James writhed with pleasure beneath. A couple of times he lifted his pelvis off the mat, keeping his cock deep in Nick's mouth. James was busy too, running one hand into the back of Nick's panties along his crack and savoring with the other the feel of his panty-encased hardon. Just like Eliza, he moved Nick's cock from left to right in the panties, taking time also occasionally to lightly caress Nick's midsection just below the hem of the camisole. Meanwhile Francesca kept snapping away, with me now gently strumming her breasts. She continued to thrust her ass into my pink panties and the hardon they barely concealed, and I was getting increasingly turned on.
Then James took Nick's engorged cock out of the side of the panties and guided it toward his mouth, which he lifted to meet it. The two of them slowly rolled into a side by side position, freeing Nick to run his "uphill" hand along James' babydoll. Meanwhile James took a good four inches of his partner into his mouth and kept up a similar rhythm, using his own free hand to explore the lacy waistband and smooth white panels of Nick's underwear.
My dick was straining against the elastic nylon of my panties at this sight, which I knew couldn't last. Sure enough I noted that both were experiencing involuntary contractions of their abdomens – the end must be near. Yet each neither hurried nor slowed down, just languidly kept burying the other's cock in his mouth and just as slowly releasing it. Soon though Nick bucked and unleashed a huge load of cum into James' mouth, which filled up and leaked down his cheek. With that, his abdomen heaving, he too blasted Nick's face with several shots of his butter, some of which Nick caught in his mouth but most of which landed on his face, his camisole and James' babydoll. The two of them uncoiled and met on the mat face to face, sharing a cum-filled kiss that Francesca caught on film. While the daughter stood off to the side, drinking in the sight, her mother never lost her composure, just slowed down with the pictures, while also letting me softly thrust my pelvis against her ass.
"I think we all need a drink now," Francesca announced, and added," but I don't think we're finished just yet though."
To be cont'd
