The photo session was organised for Wednesday after noon. Jackie rang early, “Come over before lunch.” “I’m as horny as hell.” “Hurry up, get here before Darlene arrives.”
Jackie had organised the isolated guest wing for the photo session.
She was waiting and she meant business. Grabbing me by the arm, she dragged me through the door, straight over to a large sofa. Without a word of warning or welcome, she swung me around and pulled my head down to her mouth.
“Darlene will be here soon, hurry up,” she mumbled against my face, as she kissed me vigorously. One hand held my head, while the other struggled to free my prick from my trousers. Then she changed her mind. My prick was left waving in the air, as she pushed me down, to sit on the sofa.
Moving quickly she lifted her skirt up around her waist. The hand that had been holding my head pulled me forward from the sofa, while she rammed her cunt up to my mouth.
My fingers stretched her thong to one side, so my tongue could lick up her leg and find its mark in the warm wet folds of her cunt.
“Oh Jesus that’s nice” she whispered, as her hands ran through my hair, pulling my head tight against her body.
My position was awkward, her cunt was not high enough, my neck had to be bent low, so my tongue could lick her cunt from top to bottom.
Sensing my discomfort she pushed me down off the sofa until I was sitting on to the floor. She then stepped up to stand with one leg up on the sofa, her skirt held high before she dropped in over the back of my head...
She was now in a controlling position, where she could move her cunt over my nose and tongue, to bring herself off.
“Where’s the fucking camera now?” I thought as I knelt and stretched up with fingers and tongue, to plough the tight moist hole of this former beauty queen.
Jackie was rocking her cunt backwards and forwards, talking and moaning, some words soft, others loud, some I could not understand. “Oh Richard, Richard, that’s wonderful, fucking wonderful.”
“Don’t stop bite my nub, oh shit, I’m going to come.” She was going on and on.
With her cunt bashing against my face, her hands came down to grab me by the ears, and work my head rapidly back and forth, up and down, until she finally bucked, and came.
The smell of her body, the taste of her cum and the sweat off her thighs washing my face, brought my hair trigger prick to an eruption. Thank god it was swinging around and not in my pants
Sex with Jackie was always exciting, today was no exception. We dressed each other leaving little bites in intimate places, as we tried desperately to return to normal before the others arrived.
The afternoon photo session was completely different to the one I had originally planned.
Instead of Darlene and I having an uninhibited afternoon, doing our own porno shoot, I was now going to assist a very pregnant mum to take photos, of a room full of mothers.
Mrs Harriet Moore, who had less than a month to go with her pregnancy, brought all her photographic equipment. Darlene brought toys and clothes.
Harriet was one of those women who always seemed to be in a dither, but always got things done. She wore a short dress that highlighted her extremely swollen body.
She complained of being hot, using any thing she could find as a fan, waving it to create a breeze on her face neck and breasts.
She grew tired quickly, when she did, she slumped into a chair, her legs splayed, flapping the loose material of her skirt to create a breeze on her lower body.
I poured her glass after glass of cold water, eventually soaking a hand towel so she could refresh herself. It was hot in the wing Jackie had provided. The camera’s floodlights added to the heat.
At eighteen I had no experience with pregnant women. Not knowing whether she was ok, or whether her flushed face and chest was from the heat, or her pregnancy, I fussed over her, taking the wet towel and wiping her face neck and shoulders.
She opened the front of her dress and I dribbled cold water from the cloth down over her tits. Her dress became wet and stuck to her large full tits making my horn stir.
When she was ready, we worked together, setting up her equipment. As we did I studied her closely. She looked younger than the other mums, but must have been in her mid thirties. Her skin was milky white, without any apparent blemishes. My mum would have described her as an English rose.
She wasn’t very tall, wearing flat shoes probably made her look smaller. Her short stature allowed me a tremendous view down the front of her loose dress
My mouth watered at the sight of her substantial breasts, which seemed to be held in a flimsy bra, designed more to carry the weight of her obviously full breasts than highlight them as a beauty feature.
Jackie and Darlene helped set up, but they were more interested in fun. They produced copies of men’s magazines. Darlene called out their names as she threw them on the bench, “Penthouse, Playboy, Hustler, and Mayfair.”
“Where did you get those?” Harriet asked. “Out of our son’s rooms,” they laughed together, “they’ll have to wank over something else tonight.”
“Look at this,” Darlene said, handing Harriet a magazine with a story and photographic display of two women masturbating, “We can do that, Can’t we Jackie?”
Whilst we were talking Jackie had stripped down to bra and panties. Swinging around with a noisy fanfare,
“Tarraaa, Taraaa, we can do better or worse than that, what ever you want sir.” She ended her little performance, by bowing to me and whipping off her bra.
Moving to kiss Jackie’s wildly swinging tits, Darlene exclaimed! “We can do wonders if Richard gets his gear off and joins us.”
