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Photo Wizard 3 (all 21 chapters)
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The Photo Wizard - Part 3
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by Skystomper
Chapter One
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It was a heady weekend of arrangements.
I had formulated a few ideas about Michelle, based on what I knew about her from
school days, and my examination of her at our meeting. I was taking one or two
small gambles, but I figured I had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.
Kim was great when I phoned her. I didn't explain everything to her, but rather
just gave her enough details to gain her cooperation - I'm sure she would have
done anything I asked, especially when she was going to get paid for it, but I
felt an obligation to keep her at least partially in the picture.
I even put my limited cooking experience to the test in some special delicacies
that were required for my plan.
Easily the largest part of my weekend was taken up on the telephone. I had a
short list of names to begin with - only two or three - but quickly my list grew
to almost a dozen contacts. I knew I would never catch up with them all, and
that there would be some who would choose not to get involved, but there had to
be a handful that wanted to share what I had in mind.
By late Sunday night I had managed to track down all but two of those on my
list, and I had four people who wanted to take part. Everything had fallen into
place, almost as if it was supposed to happen that way.
Monday morning I arrived at the office and gave all my staff (all of them
temporaries) tasks to perform that would keep them out of the office most of the
day. I set the answering service to take any and all calls. There would be no
distractions today.
Kim was scheduled to arrive at ten, my weekend guests were due at eleven, and
Michelle should be here by twelve. Plenty of time for all the final
arrangements.
I set up six video cameras aound the centre of my studio. Two of them I framed
to different sizes, one wide, one medium. I loaded all my still cameras with
colour film and put them at the edge of the circle of video cameras. The three
security cameras that were set up in this area were all framed and focused and
set on infrared-follow - they would find the strongest source of body heat and
follow it whereever it went.
In a second room that I'd previously set up as my 'green' room - the quiet
relaxing lounge that actors normally wait in until they are called to the
studio, I placed my weekend's cooking effort. The hidden camera in there was
adjusted.
When all was done, the clock in my office showed fifteen minutes to ten. I was
finished ahead of schedule, and had plenty of time before Kim arrived to settle
myself with a strong drink. A little earlier in the day than I normally start,
but this was a special day.
This was a day almost ten years in the making.
Chapter Two
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Kim actually arrived as I took the first sip of my scotch. She had made her own
way through the building up to my studio office and let herself in. I was happy
enough to see that she was so keen, and offered her a drink.
"I don't drink," she replied, placing her handbag on my desk. "Don't drink,
don't smoke. Yes, it's boring, I know, but who gives a fuck."
I smiled, taking another swig from my glass. "No need to apologise," I smiled
as the warm liquid found it's way to my brain (aah, that feels better).
"Everyone's different, and I draw no conclusions from a person's personal
choices about what they take into their bodies." I allowed myself a small,
wicked smile. "Well, there _might_ be a _few_ exceptions."
Like any good employee, she laughed at her boss's joke.
Without ceremony, she began to remove her clothes. She had chosen efficiency
over fashion today, wearing a simple outfit of loose pants, a t-shirt, and a
simple jacket.
First to go were the pants, drawn quickly and undramatically down her long legs.
As instructed during our phone calls over the weekend she had left her underwear
at home. Her dark patch of pubic hair greeted me as she stood straight again.
I walked around her as she folded her pants and placed them on one of the
visitor's chairs. I had to lift both her t-shirt and jacket to examine her bum,
and she didn't complain about either.
There were no elastic marks at all on her bum. "Good girl," I said. "You haven't
been wearing any underwear all morning, have you?"
She spun her face around to address me. "Or all yesterday," she smiled. "I was
so excited about today that I made sure I wouldn't screw things up. I haven't
had on a stitch of underwear since I went to bed Saturday night."
"No need to go overboard," I smiled, dropping her clothes back down over her
bare ass.
"No problem," she smiled again, turning to face me. "Although it did make for an
interesting day yesterday." Her smile had become very mischevous.
"Okay, I'll bite. What do you mean?"
She slipped her jacket off as she spoke. "I was invited to a barbeque lunch at
my sister's place. She and I have had a few interesting encounters before, ages
ago, but this was the first time her husband got involved..."
I nearly choked on my drink, almost swallowing an ice cube. "You're
unbelievable," I finally managed to stutter. "I"ll have to get you to try
script-writing for me some time. I'd guess you've got plenty of interesting
material to draw on."
She slipped her white t-shirt over her head and stood before me stark naked.
"Remind me to tell you about it some time..."
Chapter Three
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With Kim wandering around me stark naked, I could easily have forgotten about
the aim of her presence today. But I was strong, and forced myself to
concentrate on other matters.
"As I told you on the phone," I began, moving behind my desk, "this is a
preliminary photo shoot for a new girl. She hasn't done anything like this
before, and I need her to feel relaxed and appreciated.
"But, I also intend to set her a challenging shoot, so your job is really
two-fold: keep her at ease, relax her, be her friend; and secondly, do that
while you're being her partner in this shoot. I'm sure you know what I mean by
that."
Kim smiled, and joined me behind the desk. "No problem. After my weekend
barbeque, I'm in the mood for another little sister act."
"I can't confirm this yet," I added, "but I believe this Michelle is firmly DC
only. She hasn't said anything, that's just a personal observation."
Kim lifted herself onto my desk, to almost the same spot she had occupied last
week. My eyes caught the amusing bounce of her breasts as she landed - a small,
limited jolt, it stopped almost as soon as it started.
I continued. "I'll introduce all of this to her gradually, but I do intend to
get her eventually into a particular position I have in mind, and you will be
crucial to achieving that."
She leaned forward. "Tell me more!"
That evil look in her eye spoke volumes. "Come with me," I said, and led her to
the set I had arranged in the middle of the ring of cameras.
It was a simple arrangement - a large carpet of soft, gathered material covering
the entire area, large pillowy cushions scattered about, three soft-covered
boxes around the perimeter and the divan centre-stage.
"Lie on your back," I told Kim. She found a soft spot in the middle of the
arrangement and lay down. "Now lift your legs high into the air - as high as you
can."
She giggled a little, but up went those lovely legs - gracefully and
majestically. "Higher," I smiled. "I want your bum way off the ground - so that
you're only resting on your shoulder blades."
Kim found it a little difficult, but by placing her arms underneath her rising
back, elbows on the ground and hands supporting her waist, she lifted her bum
right up into the air. Her neck was bent hard, so that her chin was pressed into
her chest - her breasts were drawn down just slightly, but not far enough to
brush her cheeks.
I placed a hand on each hip, and leaned over her bum. She opened her legs and -
despite the inticing distraction of her cunt staring up at me - I was able to
see her face below me. "She must have her bum positioned further back, so that
it's sitting right obver the top of her." I pushed gently until her hips rocked
back to where I wanted them.
"Uncomfortable?" I asked, with a smile.
She gasped a little giggle. "At first, but I'm sure..." she shuffled her
shoulders and walked her hands further up (down?) her back for support. "Yep,
yep, it's okay. I can hold it without too much effort. But how the hell can I
convince her to get into a position like this?"
"That, my dear, is where I was counting on your expert imagination."
Chapter Four
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"Hhhmmm," she muttered, pondering the situation for me. From her cramped
position she glanced as much as she could around her surroundings. I watched
the changing expressions on her face from my vantage point between her lights.
It didn't take long for a look of conquest to light her face. "Got it!" she
exclaimed, lowering herself suddenly to the floor.
She slid over to the centre of the set, next to the divan. "Sit," she
instructed.
I sat in the centre of the sofa, a foot either side of her head. That stunning
body streched out away from me.
Familiar with the position now, she lifted her lower body effortlessly from the
floor, raising her legs and hips high into the air. Her legs swung toward me,
and with them her small, upside-down, patch of pubic hair. As she opened her
legs to swing them either side of my head, she just about thrust her cunt into
my face.
I found myself involuntarily reaching out to catch her, but she had mastered the
position and balanced herself just before my nose buried itself in her vaginal
lips. She rested her thighs on my shoulders so that I was taking some of her
weight. This close I could smell the aroma of her sex.
"I'll get her into this position so that I can munch on her," Kim said from
between my legs. "Being this close to the couch isn't a problem, is it?"
"Not at all," I smiled, taking my hands from her waist and sliding them up
between her legs to the location in front of me. I took her thighs and raised
them from off my shoulders. "But she has to be supporting herself. I don't want
her relying on you for support."
"Okay," Kim replied, bending her knees so that she drew her legs into her body.
She still somehow managed to keep them apart, and her treasures remained
accesible to me. "How's that?"
"Much better," I said, taking in the view. I tested her stability by placing my
hands between her legs and opening up her lips. I massaged each lip gently, and
allowed my arms to rub the taut tops of her legs.
She let out a little squeal of pleasure. "Ooh, that feels nice."
"You can still hold yourself up? No problems?"
"Oh, believe me, right now I don't have _any_ problems - unless, of course you
stop what you're doing...!"
I continued the little massage, opening her lips a little further to expose her
clitoris. "The big question," I said, leaning forward a little farther, "is
whether or not you can maintain it while you're having an orgasm." With that I
touched the tip of my tongue to her clit.
At that touch, I could see her asshole tighten slightly, and I felt her legs
close a little, bringing her knees into my chest. "I don't know," she managed.
"Why don't we find out?"
Repeating the gesture, I added. "She _has_ to orgasm in this position. Not
before. And you _must_ bring her to orgasm like this. When you feel it's
starting, I want you to draw back and leave her." I took her clit between my
lips and sucked. Then, "Make sure she's starts to climax, and then get right
away from her."
"I got it, I got it," she said, impatiently. "Just stop talking and use your
mouth on me instead."
Naturally, I'm an obliging sort of fellow, so I went to work on her little
button.
Chapter Five
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Our little 'interaction' lasted for 30 minutes or so. She climaxed several times
in that ridiculous position, and not once did she look like she was about to
topple over. Of course I had no way of knowing if Michelle had the same physical
strength or stamina as Kim, but I was willing to take the risk.
As the next hour approached I took Kim to one of our outer offices where she
made herself comfortable. It felt a little strange, and very kinky, to be
leading this beautiful naked lady through the corridors of my office building. I
was sure that in the future I would arrange to do this several times with
several ladies - I had a mental image of a crowd of naked women wandering
unselfconciously amongst the file cabinets and desk returns. I wonder if you can
find a company that hires out naked secretarial temps? Perhaps there's an idea
for a new business venture...?
At ten minutes to eleven the first of my other guests arrived. They keenly bound
up the stairs to my office waiting area.
These were people I hadn't seen in many years. In fact most of them I had never
even met during those years we spent at school - they were all in the year ahead
of me, Kim's year.
The list I had built over the weekend constituted as many of the former
boyfriends of Kim's as I could track down. Some of them were never actually
officially listed in her book of conquests, but were certainly snubbed or
slighted in some way.
When I had told them on the phone that they were being given an opportunity to
revenge themselves upon her, the response was almost universal.
As many as were able wanted to be a part of it. Some were now solidly placed in
new relationships and didn't want to jeopardize anything - that was fair enough
and I didn't want to push them, though I did let them know that they were
missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime.
Others had decided to let their feelings pass and wanted no part of the
activities. That was fair enough too. If they were strong enough to have been
able to bury or erase the hurt that Michelle had inflicted upon them I didn't
want to impose myself upon them.
But for those of us who had carried the scars of her rude indifference and
arrogance all these years - in varying degrees of magnitude - this was the
chance to return the favour. There were four people other than myself in this
category.
This was going to be a remedy for our ills, and - in my case at least - it was
the chance to finally put to rest the demons she had born in me. I hadn't
realised how hurt I had been and how deep it had been buried until Michelle had
walked into my office on that glorious day last week.
I won't mention their names here, at their request. So to make my tale a little
easier to tell I'll call them Donald, Huey, Duey and Louie. I hope you don't
take offense at that guys!
We wandered into a lounge area and sat down. It was obvious that these guys
hadn't kept in touch over the years, and they spent a little time getting to
know one another again.
With the pleasantries finally over, I led them into my office studio.
Chapter Six
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Two of them had a little photographic experience, but the other two hardly knew
which end of the camera took the pictures. For clarity's sake I took them all
through the simplest steps in operating the video cameras I had set up in a
circle around the centre stage area.
There was no need for any of them to worry too much about the technical details
of the photography. All of the cameras were wired into seperate recorders in my
main machine room. The cameras had all been white-balanced and all had their
auto-exposure systems set. All that was needed was to point the camera in the
general direction and focus.
After a few minutes they were all familiar with the various controls for
panning, tilting and zooming, and all were reasonably confident in their
focusing. The two more experienced guys I put on my main two cameras. The other
two were put on the wider backup cameras and told not to bother too much about
trying to zoom in too tight.
The lesson took about forty minutes and I left them to make the final
preparations for Michelle's arrival.
I stopped in on Kim in our second green room. She was sitting back - still buck
naked - in one of the lounges watching a porno movie on the TV set. A hand
played between her legs.
"I thought you'd already be prepared for the shoot," I laughed.
"You can never be too prepared," she answered, never taking her eyes from the
screen or missing a beat with her stroking hand. "Besides, this isn't so much
homework as recreation."
I walked past her to the door that joined the first green room. "Michelle will
be here soon. The cameramen are all set up and ready to go. I'm going to chat to
her first, and then I'll call you in to join us." From this vantage point -
opening the door that was situated right beside the TV set she was atching so
intently - I had a clear view of her swollen cunt lips between her two long,
outspread legs. Her hand was dancing expertly over her little button, abused so
precisely earlier.
"No problem," she smiled at me.
As I walked through the adjoining door, I added, "Just be sure you don't rub it
away completely!"
In the first green room, decorated a little more lavishly than the one in which
Kim was amusing herslef, I had already placed my weekend's cooking efforts on
the sideboard. I left them there for the moment, and took a chance to purvey
the rest of the room. Tis was a time to reflect on what was about to happen, and
to catch my breath in readiness for it.
Shortly I would be bringing Michelle in here, and preparing her for her debut in
front of the cameras. Preparing her to answer for the humiliation she had
inflicted upon me and countless others almost a decade ago.
I felt that old familiar stirring in my jeans at the thought of what was about
to occur. Steady fella, you'll get your chance soon enough. But not quite the
way you expected.
('Oooh,' I could almost hear it whisper. 'I love surprises!')
Chapter Seven
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At exactly twelve o'clock, Michelle walked through the main door.
I greeted her at the front desk. "I'm a little nervous," she smiled. "I hope I
don't screw up."
"You'll be fine," I assured her, taking her bag and placing my arm comfortingly
around her shoulder. "Just relax. Take it from me, if you just calm yourself and
let it all happen, you'll do just fine." I led her down the hallway to the
first green room. "Come with me, and we'll get you feeling at home."
As we walked down the corridor, Michelle confided a little to me. "You know this
will be my first time in front of the cameras. I'm such a novice at this. You
know I almost backed out."
"That's only natural," I smiled, playing big brother. "Just relax."
We entered the green room and I placed her bag on one of the chairs. She stood
in the centre of the room by the coffee table, arms folded in front of her. She
was a picture of nerves.
"Sit down," I assured her, and she found a position on the large, softly
cushioned lounge in front of her. Her hands, now resting on her knees, fidgeted
and twitched. "You _are_ nervous, aren't you?"
"Oh, I'm a bundle of nerves," she giggled. "I really want this to work."
I allowed myself the slightest smug smile. This was just as I had scripted it. I
grabbed the tray of goodies I had so carefully prepared, and placed them on the
coffee table in front of her. "Here," I smiled warmly. "Maybe these will help."
Scattered on the crystal tray were twenty or so assorted chocolates in different
shapes and patterns. She instantly reached out for one at the edge of the tray
that faced her - and I had placed the tray in that way deliberately.
"All these chocolates," I said, noting that she had taken a round one, just as I
had wanted, "have a liquer centre. That should help your nerves settle a
little. They're not strong enough to get you drunk, no matter how many you
have. But they will help to take that edge off your nerves. Have as many as you
like."
I reached forward and took a square one. Seeing that I was eating mine without
reservation, she took a bite out of the round one she held. I could tell from
the design on the top of it that it was a brandy liquer flavour, though that
didn't interest me as much as the fact that it was a round one.
This had been my first attempt at making chocolates, and it had taken several
batches before I was satisfied that they were delicious enough to enjoy. And
delicious enough to want more.
She smiled as the taste breached her tongue. "That's lovely," she said, and
promptly inserted the rest of it into her mouth. She had eaten one, but I wanted
her to have at least two, preferably more. But I must not push the issue.
I sat don next to her on the lounge, and smiled my big brother smile again. "You
know that if you decide you don't want to do this, I'll understand. I don't want
anybody getting involved in this that doesn't want to a part of it."
"Oh, I want to be a part of it," she quickly replied.
"You have to be 100 per cent committed to make it work. This is a big step, and
once you commit yourself, you can't turn back."
"I'm committing myself," she said. "I want to do this."
Chapter Eight
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"Good," I smiled. "Now take a deep breath, and let it out slowly."
She did as I asked, an I coul see that she was visibly relaxing. "I'm calming
down," she said. "I'm ready."
"Good," I said again, and took another of my square chocolates from the plate. I
had to keep arranged the chocolates so that the square ones were all at one end
of the tray - my end - and all the round ones were at the other end. "Now tell
me what you did over the weekend."
Michelle reached out again and took one of the chocolates closest to her -
naturally a round one. All was going well. That was two. "Not much. I spent a
lot of time thinking about today - that's probably why I'm so nervous."
I smiled again. I had to be careful not to overplay my part, to keep my smiles
and demeanor as comforting and as big-brother as I could. If it wasn't for what
I knew was coming up, I don't think I could have managed it.
"Let's get you undressed now," I said. "We can't spend too much time chatting -
I'm paying the crew by the hour." A small white lie - I was actually only paying
them their travelling expenses.
She took another deep breath and grabbed her loose top by the hem. She slowly
lifted it up over her head, and for the few moments she was blindfolded by it I
allowed myself to stare at her breasts.
She wore nothing beneath the top, and raising it exposed her two large,
perfectly smooth and self-supporting tits. I tried to slow down time as her eyes
were covered by the material, taking in as much of the sight as I could. Those
two, tiny pink nipples were already stiff and erect, and the little guy hiddin
gin my pants gave a little jump.
Tossing her top onto another chair, nowhere near as neat as she had been last
week, she stood before me. I watched intently as she did so, noting the perfect
skin and tight body. Another deep breath and she placed her thumbs into the soft
material of her loose pants and dragged them down.
I gazed longingly at the way her tits stayed magically in place as she bent
forward. If NASA could bottle whatever force they contained to defy gravity,
they'd save themselves a fortune on rocket fuel.
Her bum was still as round as smooth as I remembered it, faultlessly merging
with the tops of her thighs. Bending forward to lower her pants, it thrust
itself back toward the lounge, seemingly without changing shape.
Down those long, long legs I watched the material of her pants slide,
everything now seemingly in slow motion. I could feel those legs with my eyes,
using some mystical sense probably powered by the surging testosterone within
me.
Stepping out of the material, the pants were also tossed absently onto the other
chair. She stood there for a moment, and then looked down at me. "You've been a
good girl," I said, standing up. "You haven't been wearing any underwear."
"Not since you rang," she replied. "I wanted to make sure I didn't cause any
problems."
Chapter Nine
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I stood in front of her, and then walked around her. "It all looks good to me,"
I said, when I was back in front of her.
"Great," she laughed, relieved. "At least something's going right."
I smiled with her. "Here have another chocolate," I said, handing her one. "I
just want to check out a couple of things."
She popped the chocolate into her mouth. That's three, I counted to myself.
"Just look straight ahead. Pick a spot on the far wall, and don't let your eyes
leave it for a second."
I stood in front her her as she stared blankly off into the distance, and ran my
eyes up and down her golden curves. Michelle was stark naked in front of me, and
ready to allow me to do anything I wanted.
"I'm looking for any minor blemishes," I began, as I placed two fingers of one
hand on her shoulder and drew a line don along the side of one breast. "Anything
that might be picked up by the cameras." I ran the same fingers along the bottom
of the breast and then grabbed it and lifted it up. There was very little
movement, very little give. Everything was as tight and as firm as the day these
breasts started taking shape.
There was no sign of any corrective surgery scars under her breast, but then I
didn't really expect there to be. I guess a little voice somewhere inside of me
was hoping that there must be a more logical reason for this illusion, this
facade that her body hadn't changed in ten years.
"Arms up." As she raised her arms above her head I ran my hand along her upper
arm. There was no flab, no movement of flesh. Tight as a drum again.
My finger moved to her other arm, and then down it, across the other breast. I
grabbed it too and moved it around, with the same result. I took the nipple
between my fingers and tugged it from one side to the other. No stretch marks,
no scars, no blue veins popping out. Somewhere she must have a use-by date, but
I'd be damned if I could find it.
"Arms down." My soldier complied. "You'd be surprised how a camera can spot the
tiniest of imperfections and blow it out of all proportion." My finger drew a
lazy line down her abdomen to the soft flesh just above her pubic hair. It was
as soft as a cushion, but without waste. The flesh on either side of her waist
was just as perfect - soft enough to be feminine, but not the slightest sign of
excess. "Legs apart."
I squatted before her, so that my eyes were looking directly into her soft pubic
hair. Between her open legs I could see the soft gentle mound of her lips,
resting neatly between the firmness of her upper thighs. As I stood again I
allowed my finger to firmly trace a line back up her stomach to between her
breasts, and then circle them one after the other.
Chapter Ten
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Slowly I stepped behind her, my finger following over her shoulder, lightly
brushing her soft hair. I now stood behind her and let my finger trace a line
down her back and across her shoulder blades. With my other hand I quietly undid
my zipper and pulled my stiffening cock out into the room. I whispered to it,
"Take a look pal, this is the body you've been dreaming about. Perfect in every
way, just as we pictured it."
One hand still drawing a line along the soft muscles of her back, my cock was
now slowly moving it's own eyeline from her knees, to her bum, to the small of
her back.
My finger wandered down her spine to the top of her bum, then I lifted it and
traced it down one cheek, and then the other. I allowed myself a small liberty,
replacing my finger with the tip of my cock as I drew a line down the crack
between her bum cheeks. The touch of her buttocks on either side of my cock sent
a rapid pulse through it's thin flesh and into my hand.
"Open up more and bend over." As her head and shoulders tilted toward the floor,
her bum projected itself even closer to me, and I took my cock out of it's way.
When she had settled into position - still, I noted, with her head raised so
that her eyes were still fixed on the far wall - her small and inviting little
cunt lips poked out from between those thighs to greet me.
I placed the fingers of one hand on her outer leg so that my thumb was
positioned over her cunt. I moved it into the soft fold between her cunt lips
and her thighs, seperating the two. I repeated the action on the other side.
Then, boldly, I placed my thumb square in the middle of her lips and opened up
her small cunt. Dry as a vicar's wedding. It might have been more to protect my
own ego, but I took that as a sign that my earlier assumption was indeed
correct - she was a hard-wing lesbian, receiving absolutely no sexual
satisfaction from males.
That might have been an extreme view, but in the face of all the available
evidence - dumping all her high school boyfriends, probably as soon as they
found they couldn't get inside her, no reaction to my most intimate touches -
the only conclusion that didn't leave me feeling like a complete sexual washout.
Now that she was familiar with the feel of my finger across her lips, I replaced
it again with the tip of my cock, dragging it softly through the velvet forest
of her downy pubes, and along the opening of her cunt. This was the forbidden
area we - my cock and I - had each dreamed of so many years ago. Now we could
comfort ourselves in the belief that it was forbidden to all similarly
constructed people who dared to knock at it's door.
Chapter Eleven
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I ventured to open the lips with my thumb, knowing that she would assume it to
be my second hand, and ventured my cock a little way into the darkness of her
vagina. Still dry, and no forecast of a change. I removed myself from her cunt,
releasing her lips which gently but firmly closed themselves over her hole. I
tucked my complaining member back into it's pouch with one hand and allowed my
other to wander again up and down her back.
"Standing straight," I ordered, and I could almost hear my cock scream back - 'I
tried, but you went and locked me back in here!'
"Well," I continued, over the protests of my genitalia, "I can't find a single
blemish. Absolutely nothing that the camera is going to make you embarrased
about. You, my dear, would appear to have the perfect body."
This was news that I figured she'd assumed already, but I assumed that I would
have to confirm her own prejudices to endear myself to her. "Thanks." she
answered. "I'm glad. One more hurdle overcome, I guess."
I handed her another chocolate and said, "Can you just sit back in the couch and
spread your legs for me?"
She popped the round chocolate - that was number four! - into her mouth and
flounced back into the softness of the lounge. She flung her legs wide and
hooked her feet into the edges of the cushions. As she chewed nonchalantly on
her confectionary, I gazed longingly upon her shamelessly exposed cunt.
The soft pubic hair was so thin and fair as it meandered between her legs that
it was almost invisible. The transition between the thicker patch in the
tradition location and the slight wisps around her lips was seamless. Here was a
woman who would never have to shave to achieve the bald look.
I knelt down between her legs, and parted her lips again - gently, ever so
gently - with both hands.
Even during this overtly gynaecological examination I was thinking warmly to
myself that she had graciously eaten sufficient chocolates. Any more after this
would be a bonus, but my immediate aim would be achieved. About the only other
things I can remember about this perusal of her most private parts were that her
clitoris appeared to be somewhat larger then all the others I had seen, and that
she was still stone-motherless-bone-dry.
From between her legs, nose almost buried between her lips, I looked up at her.
"Mind if I ask you a personal question?"
She smiled down at me. "If you can think of a question that would sound
unusually personal from the position you're going to ask it."
I took her point. I was prying apart her cunt lips with two hands, and looking
straight down the barrel of her cunt. There wasn't too many questions that would
sound out of place from here.
"Are you a lesbian?"
"Is that a problem?"
"It wouldn't be a problem for me personally, only technically. It won't stand in
the way of getting work."
That seemed to satisfy her. "Yep. Only ever been with one man. Never got wet
enough to spit, let alone get him into me. The thought of sex with a man has
_never_ done anything for me. Actually turns me off more than anything. But give
me a willing and adventurous woman, and you can't hold me down."
Chapter Twelve
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I smiled up at her through the small, soft forest of her pubes. "That just
happens to suit me down to the ground." Little did she realise what was in store
for her!
I stood and walked into the adjoining green room. In there I found Kim, laying
back in the lounge and breathing heavily. Her hands were no longer dancing on
the magic area between her legs. Instead her clitoris and cunt lips were a
bright swollen red.
"I take it you haven't totally wrecked yourself," I asked.
She looked up at me, panting. "Oh no. Never. Ready and willing as always."
"Good. Why don't you come and join us now?"
She rose, slowly but determinely, and joined me at the door. "Michelle," I
announced, leaning through the door, "I'd like you to meet Kim. Kim, this is
Michelle."
Kim walked into the larger green room, and I watched her tight little bum as she
moved aay from me. The little muscles working oh so secretly, giving little
away.
Michelle was a little startled, and it looked like she'd been munching
chocolates - she wiped her mouth as she rose from the couch. A quick glance down
to the coffee table confirmed that she'd finished off the last three round
chocolates and had even had two of the square ones in the short time I'd left
her. This was going to be one hell of an afternoon!
The two girls met in the middle of the room and shook hands. Kim was all
pleasant and friendly, Michelle a little uncertain but obviously very impressed
with my choice for her.
"My, my," Kim said, eyeing Michelle up and down. "What a prize!" She gazed
critically at Michelle's breasts, stomach, pubes and legs, then stepped back
admiringly. "What a body! You bitch, I'd kill for that body!" She laughed a
friendly, ice-breaking laugh.
Michelle was instantly reassured. "Why thank you, you look like you'd pack one
hell of a punch yourself!" She took in the full-frontal view of Kim with great
approval, even reaching out a hand to fondle a breast.
"Turn around," Kim instructed, and Michelle politely obeyed. "Oh my God, what an
ass!" She squatted down, took Michelle's bum in both hands and squeezed. When
she'd plied the soft muscle a few times she leaned in and gave the cheeks a
noisy, theatrical kiss.
Michelle giggled like the little schoolgirl I remember. I could tell that she
was glad to be so heartily approved of. She spun around and with a quick, "Okay,
my turn," took Kim by the shoulders and turned her around.
If I had to give a prize for the best ass of the two girls I'd probably have to
chicken out and call it a draw. They were so similar in so many delectable ways,
and yet still so individually seductive. Michelle repeated the honour on Kim's
bum, but from the look on Kim's face I'd say Michelle had also slipped a tongue
across the asshole as well.
"Oh sweetheart," Kim moaned, turning herself around again. "You and I are going
to get on _so_ well together...!" She reached out and embraced Michelle, and the
two girls gave each other a long, probing kiss.
Chapter Thirteen
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I stood in the doorway for a moment and took in the beauty of this scene.
Two of the most attractive girls I'd ever laid eyes on - one I'd fucked several
times in the last few ddays, and one I'd been dreaming of fucking for several
years - were stark-raving buck-naked in front of me, arms around one another,
breast to breast, groin to groin, and deep deep deep tongue kissing.
The heavy pulse in my chest told me that I could have a heart attack any minute,
but I knew I'd die a happy - and steel stiff - man.
"Okay, okay, you two," I interrupted, much to my genitalia's disgust. "Let's
save some of this for the cameras."
They moved away from each other slightly, and reluctantly, but still maintained
the embrace. They looked each other up and down, examining breasts and pubes
still. Each had a smile a mile wide.
"We have camera crews at the ready, and they're paid by the hour," I lied. "I'm
glad you two are getting along so well. But let's keep the good stuff for under
the lights."
They parted a little more, but kept one arm around each other, still smiling and
giggling. Michelle's nipples were now rock-solid erect, and she gave a little
shudder in her groin that told me she might finally be getting wet. This was all
working out so perfectly!
I walked past them and opened the main green room door. "After you ladies," I
smiled, motioning them out.
Still with arms around shoulders they walked out the door, little lovey- dovey
eyes lockedd onto the other. I followed them out into the corridor and watched
their two little asses swing from side to side as they walked.
A few minutes ago when I brought Kim down this very corridor I pondered on the
possibilities of having a bevy of naked women populating these halls. Now with
the two of them walking in front of me bare-assed, I agreed that an office full
of naked women would be a good thing.
They strode confidently into myh outer office and waited for me to open the door
to my studio. Still giggling softly to each other like school kids. Michelle was
now totally at ease.
It was obvious that Kim had been sent to me. She was the perfect mate for
Michelle - albeit not as ardently homosexual - and possibly the only person who
coul pull this whole deal off for me. A little voice in the back of my mind
asked if she wasn't getting _too_ involved in her partner.
As I opened the door and let the pair pass, I touched Kim on the ass to delay
her a moment. She turned to look at me, saw the concern on my face, and gave me
a little wink and a nod - the little voice was silenced.
Inside my mock camera crew were standing in a small circle obviously still
catching up on old times. They turned as the girls and I entered, and I watched
the four jaws drop almost as one.
Despite all the conversations I had had with them, despite all the talk about
Michelle Andrews being here, and despite all the prewarning that this would be a
hot-as-hell porno shoot with a little extra something, they still didn't seem to
be prepared for the sight of her walking into the room naked.
Chapter Fourteen
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If Michelle saw them she had decided not to pay them any attention. Her entrance
was not in the least disturbed by my camera crew, and I would venture to guess
that she didn't even look to see who they were.
It was not something that was ever going to worry me - none of them had aged as
gracefully as she, but they were definitely still recognisable as her former
school mates - but it was clear now that she was not going to take any notice
of them, let alone see if she recognised them.
The two girls walked staight past the crew into the small circle of light in the
centre of the ring of cameras. Michelle was still devoting all of her attention
to Kim - I would have called it awe-struck in any other situation. Mind you, I'm
not incredibly familiar with the mating rituals of lesbians.
Donald, Huey, Duey and Louie were totally entranced by the sight of my two naked
starlets, and seemed to forget why they were here. Not very professional at all,
really...
I patted them on the back and ushered them to their cameras, like little
children when Santa walks into the room. Eventually they all found their
positions behind their cameras, and even managed to peer into the viewfinders.
A quick trip to my desk to press the row of buttons that activated all the
recorders, and the scene was set.
I had a gorgeous, fuckable lady eager to help me out. I had a set designed
entirely around the final scene that was to be played. I had four amateur
cameramen standing around eager to see the prey beaten.
And I had Michelle Andrews axactly where I wanted her.
The lights indicating that all the recorders were running and operational
flashed and held, and I returned to revenge-central.
"Okay, ladies, let's set this up," I began as I rejoined the group. "Michelle, I
know this is only a camera test for you, but I want to play this for real. The
more realism we get into it the better an indication it will give us of what you
have to offer."
The two girls finally directed their attention to me.
"Let's create a mock scenario here, and then I'll let the two of you run it any
way you want." I moved in closer to the duo. "Michelle, let's cast you as the
innocent young school girl, unaware of the pleasures and mysteries you're about
to encounter. Eager to please, but a little unsure and shy.
"Kim, you can be the seducer in our little play. You've found this lovely little
plaything and want her desperately. So far you've managed somehow to get her
undressed, but you still have to introduce her to the magic of lesbian love. You
will be the one that directs her, you are teaching her - inch by inch - how you
can please each other.
"Michelle, you are eager to please, but inexperienced. You follow orders
willingly, and only want to make your new lover happy. Got all that?"
The two girls nodded.
"Good." I stepped back out of the light. "Okay Kim, you're in control. Let's see
how far we can take this. Action!"
Chapter Fifteen
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"Are you sure this is okay?" Michelle whispered, jumping right into the part.
"Trust me," Kim answered, all knowledge and understanding. "Just let me show you
what to do, and I promise you you'll leave her happy."
Michelle smiled a pleasant, trusting little smiled and relaxed.
Kim looked lovingly and seductively into those bright young eyes, and edged
softly closer. Finally, when their two breasts touched gently at the nipple, she
traced one hand around the young girl's waist in a soft embrace.
They moved closer together, breasts giving gently under the warm pressure of the
bodies. Michelle delicately moved her arm around Kim's waist, and the two met in
a tender lover's kiss.
The arms squeezed a little tighter and their groins met - flesh against flesh,
warming each other with body heat.
Tongues explored slowly and tentatively within the other's mouth, and the
embrace strengthened and tightened. The soft flesh of their bellies met, the
breasts now deeply pressed together. Kim's hand gently traced it's way down
Michelle's supple back, softly touching the top of her buttocks. Michelle's hand
ventured up and under Kim's other arm, massaging the soft mound of breast that
waited there.
Now Kim moved her mouth from Michelle's, breaking the kiss, and left a small
line of soft kisses along her lover's chin, neck and shoulders. She made a trail
with her tongue across Michelle's chest to the other shoulder, and then back to
her neck again. She squeezed a hand gently upon the muscles of Michelle's
buttocks, and the younger girl took a sharp breath and raised her closed eyes to
the ceiling.
Down, back across the upper chest, another trail of soft kisses, then further,
until her tongue explored the soft upper mound of one breast. Two hands now
moved up Michelle's back, and pressed the younger girl closer to her mouth,
arching her spine.
Pleasure shon from Michelle's dreaming face, still reaching up, thrusting her
taut young chest into her teacher's face. Her breathing sounded a low moan, her
hands racing up to be lost in her lover's fine hair.
The tongue found a nipple, danced around it, teased it. The gentle touches
charging little sparks that arched the young girl's back again, that fired her
breath. Each of the young nipples now standing, reaching out for more.
The teacher squeezed the young girl's back, bringing her breasts closer. The
young girl embraced her teacher's neck and hair, drawing her tighter. The mouth
now open, taking in the nipple and breast. Sucking, biting, tongue flicking
across the nipples, then sucking again, the small breast drawn in more and more
until it was almost devoured.
Now released, it dripped with her lover's juice, light flashing in small stars,
as the teacher drew new lines, kissed a new path, lower and lower.
Hands moved from the back of her lover's head to the top, now gently pushing
down not in. Find the new path, follow the new road...
Chapter Sixteen
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Moving down with the teacher, the teacher's hands again found the young girl's
buttocks. They squeezed, lifting her tiny abdomen into the teacher's kisses,
squeezing, kneading, squeezing.
Now the tongue found her navel, ventured inside. More sparks up the young spine,
twisting it, opening her mouth and sounding her groans, giving voice to the
sensations within.
Finally, the teacher kneeled, her hands now beneath the young cheeks. Rubbing,
massaging, coaxing the backs of her thighs. They shook, so new this feeling,
then parted.
Through the small and downy forest of fine hair her tongue wandered, looking for
that place, hidden, hiding, lost. Now a door, a small hinge; it opens slowly,
and a frightened but eager child peers from within. It wants but isn't sure, it
desires but fears.
Feeling along the soft door until the gently tip of the tongue finds the child,
standing, waiting, until...touching!
The child cries in pleasure at the teacher's touch, and the young girl screams.
The knees shake, the breathing quickens, the heart pounds. Another touch,
another scream. All is damp, all is glistening, all movement is made welcome.
(She must not hurry, fears the overlord watching from afar. She must venture
slowly, with measure. Haste will spoil the plans of the gods, destroy the
makings of our designs. Steady yourself, teacher. Pace the act.)
The teacher withdraws, slowly, teasingly. The young girl looks down, a look of
worry upon her. The teacher smiles; "Not yet, little one. There are other dances
we should first perform."
The young one smiles. The adventure is not yet done; the teacher has more
pleasures to show us, more mysteries to reveal.
She is taken by the hand and drawn to the resting place. The teacher sits
herself down. "You have learned to receive. Now use these gifts to give." With
that she leans back, closing her eyes, presenting her own charms to the young
one.
There is no hesitation. Obediently the young one leans into position, resting
upon her knees. Hands against her teacher's outspread thighs, she buries herself
deep into her master's wonders. Softly at first, teasing with her lips - the
wispy fur tickles her nose.
Now her tongue begins it's travels, venturing slowly at first, building the
sensation. The dampness tastes sweet and inviting, and already she is tempted to
dive in harder. But she must heed her teacher's lessons and proceed slowly,
delicately.
A gentle flick, a teasing suction. The doors to the treasure cave seem keen to
open themselves, and the soft flow of moisture from within increases. There is a
sound from the teacher - not an instruction, just a sound. A primitive, gutteral
sound. The young one takes this as a good sign and dares to explore deeper.
There is an approving response from her guide.
She moves her hands closer to the teacher's wonders, and there opens the passage
a little. The flow from within increases, and the teacher move to make the
journey smoother.
Chapter Seventeen
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She plays games with her tongue, her fingers, her node. The smell is gently and
inviting, the taste invigorating. She buries her face in the forest, to allow
her tongue to penetrate it's full length. There are unseen corners she
discovers, and the sounds from the teacher tell her that these are welcome
places.
With her node she rubs against the small button. Pleasurably warm fluid dribbles
down her chin.
The teacher stops, moves, lifts the young one's head from it's busy probings.
Has she done something wrong?
No, says the teacher's smiling face. It is time to move on. She pushes back
further onto the resting place and makes room for her student. The two lie upon
the soft surface and entwine their legs. The two forests move together until
they join, and the soft fluid that flows from each allows them to move together,
to rub each other, to excite each other.
Laying back as the teacher does, the young one ponders this new pleasure. Their
heads are at opposite ends of the resting place, and the two meet together in
the centre, the pleasure centres moving against one another.
This was a method she had explored alone before, but never with another. The
mechanical aids she had sometimes employed were no match for the soft and fluid
movement of one so eager.
She feels the moment building, approaching. There are signs within her that she
recognises from previous meetings, that tell her she will soon feel closer still
to her teacher. The blood pounds within her, and her secret place - passing so
pleasingly against that of her teacher - moves faster, faster, the heat is
building, the moment is arriving.
And just as quickly as it approaches, the teacher pulls away. She teases me, she
toys with me. I feel the moment slipping, the feeling eluding me again.
Ah, but there are still more pleasures to enjoy, she senses. My master has
chosen another avenue to excite me.
The teacher returns to the edge of the resting place, and shows her young
protegee a place before her, on the hard ground, where she is to place herself.
She lies as the instructor indicates, but her warm place is so far away from
the teacher's reach, how can this be a new method?
From her position below, she looks up at her guide - she has placed a long soft
leg on either side of her head. She leans forward and reaches out. The student
must lift her limbs into place, she is told, and she gladly obeys.
The strain is distracting, and the discomfort unpleasant, but she lifts her
lower body as the teacher has asked. She must place her arms beside her head to
allow the movement, and she feels her lower body lift into the air, until it
waits in front of her teacher.
Ah, so this is how she will reach me, she realises. She indeed wise and
all-knowing. I had never thought of this before. I am currently in some
discomfort, but I trust my master to teach me how to overcome it.
She feels the teacher rearranging her legs, to ease the access to her warm
place. Once the teacher has placed her correctly, she feels much of the
discomfort eased, and senses her teacher's warm and knowing breath against her
legs.
Chapter Eighteen
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And then the teacher moves upon her - the lips, the soft fingers, the warm
breath. Oh yes, the position is much more comfortable now, the pleasure she
gives me is hiding it all. Oh, she is wise!
It becomes far more natural to her, this inverted stance. The balance finds
itself, the warm place is available to the teacher and nothing else matters.
With deft fingers and lips, she quickly brings the young student back to the
feeling of pleasure she had left so abruptly just a short time ago. Yes, a short
time ago - it wasn't so long ater all. I may have been here minutes or hours, I
have no way of knowing, and the teacher makes me unconcerned.
Now the tongue explores, as the student's had done only briefly before. She has
found all of my secret corners, and toys with them perfectly. I cannot fault my
teacher.
The scene slowly begins to fade from her, her unusual posture lost in the
sensation that begins to rise again. She feels the movement in her chest, in her
groin, in her legs. It approaches, and now I know that the teacher will not deny
me - it approaches, and soon not even the teacher will be able to stop it's
arrival.
The tongue darts about inside her warm place. One finger finds her tender button
and teases it - the feeling appraoches faster every time she visits there!
Another finger ventures in the other diection, and toys with her other warm
place - the place that no-one has dared to explore before. It brings a whole new
series of sensations that she has never felt before. Sensations that begin in
her abdomen and warm the channels within.
Now the scene becomes darker - the approaching moment hides it in a shadow
until all but the feeling will be lost. Then the feeling will be all that
matters - that shaking, hot, wet, glorious feeling! It nears, and the teacher
brings it closer with every new touch.
She feels the teacher's fingers exploring even deeper into the second warm
place, opening it, asking it to let her in. She knows there will be permission,
and teases the entrance. The muscles relax, though others tighten, and the
teacher crosses the line that has never been crossed, enters...new secret
corners! New feelings! New sensations!
The feeling approaches, and she knows it cannot now be stopped - not even the
strength and wisdom of the teacher can prevent it from overtaking everything.
Her chest shakes, her stomach cramps. This time the feeling brings with it
countless other sensations. There is a warmth within her gut that she has never
felt before, and like the feeling, she senses it move within her, travelling
along unseen highways. It must be the new secret place that the teacher has
discovered that causes it, for it seems to be heading there.
It is warm, it burns me, it fast approaches. The legs vibrate; there is a warm
fluid pouring from the first secret place. She is only moments from the
feeling's arrival....she tastes it!
And then the teacher withdraws, vanishes, and she is left to be flooded by the
feeling alone....
Chapter Nineteen
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This had been a wonderful exhibition on Kim's part. After the initial burrowing
into Michelle's pubes, she had sat on the couch and allowed Michelle to burrow
into hers.
There was a definite heat in the room, an it wasn't from the lights!
Her next position was a doozy. She had slipped backwards to one end of the
couch, and Michelle mounted the other. They wrapped their legs around each other
until their groins met, and they rubbed their cunts together until a deep pool
of warm female juices had formed beneath them.
At that point I noticed that both Huey and Duey had forgotten their camera
duties and flopped their cocks out. As Kim and Michelle rubbed their cunts
together, these guys were jerking off beyond the circle of the TV lights.
I could see that Michelle was getting extremely carried away. Not only was she
totally indulging herself in this lesbian fantasy - and seemingly lost at sea in
the process - but it seemed to me she was fast approachig orgasm. I silently
hoped that Michelle sensed it too, and wouldn't forget my instructions.
Of course, I needn't have worried. At the perfect moment she moved again and
disentangled herself. She instructed Michelle to lay down on the floor and got
her into the prescribed position. My young victim was blissfully unaare of what
was approaching, totally absorbed in Kim's attentions.
When she lifted herself into the head-stand position and Kim began munching on
her cunt-lips, Huey and Duey both shot their loads straight across the studio.
I would have guessed Huey's shot at at least twenty-five feet - a herculean
effort. Perhaps he has a future in this business too!
Kim was placed for a fast getaway, as instructed. Michelle was so totally
engrossed in the pube-feast she was receiving, that she could have no way of
guessing what was happening.
When I saw that Kim was starting to pay a little attention to Michelle's asshole
I knew that this was going to be a sight to remember - I was so glad I had all
these cameras here to record the event.
You see, my cooking efforts over the weekend were the critical factor. Now I'm
not much of a chef, and it took me several batches to get those chocolates just
right. The safe ones were no problem - simple liquer chocolates that had worked
out right by about the second attempt.
It was the 'special' chocolates that took all the effort. Mixing the composition
of the different ingredients until the taste of my secret weapon was suitably
hidden. That was why I had to convince Michelle to have at least three - and the
fact that she had more was merely icing on the cake.
Kim was just about finished her job - Michelle was ready to climax, and it was
working up to be a beaut. Her whole body was beginning to shake violently, and I
could see particular movement in her abdomen. Splendid!
Oh yes, what was the secret ingredient in my chocolates?
Here she comes...she's about to climax...this has got to be the biggest orgasm I
have ever witnessed...!!
The secret ingredient was lots...and lots...and lots...of laxatives!
And there she goes!
Chapter Twenty
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Kim pulled out just in time, but then I guess I knew she would.
If you've ever visited 'Old Faithful' you'll know what I mean. You could feel it
and hear it approaching. You knew there was nothing you could do about it. You
could hear it buidling up beneath the surface and then charging out the nearest
available exit.
Michelle climaxed in an incredibly violent shudder. Her whole body shook from
deep within. It was all uncontrollable; it was unstoppable - a heavy locomotive
bearing down on her.
And yes, just as soon as the orgasm had reached it's peak, my cooking effort
produced the desired result.
Thick streams of brown, runny, smelly shit exploded out of Michelle's pristine
asshole in a tumultuous current. It flowed with such violence and such pressure
that it created a fountain reaching almost a foot into the air.
Imagine, if you will, a volcano spewing forth not hot, steamy lava, but hot,
steamy shit.
It showered down and over her in thick, gluggy blobs, sticking to her legs, her
back, her stomach, her breasts. It matted her hair and painted her stomach. It
piled up on her thighs and dribbled down into the creases of her neck.
The room instantly stank to high heaven, but oh what an aroma, the sweet smell
of success!
She was screaming madly when she orgasmed, but when the first river of watery
shit ran into her mouth her screams were quickly silenced, and replaced with
strained, shocked gaging sounds. Within only few moments she had been totally
immersed in her own excrement, body-painted a lumpy, smelly brown.
With that first taste of shit in her mouth, her balance was lost completely and
she fell hard back onto the floor, sending sprays in all directions.
Oh Michelle, you're really in the shit now!
There wasn't an inch of her body that wasn't tainted with her own faeces, and
now as she lay on her back on my office studio floor - the torrent still
unabated - a thick steaming pool of shit gathered beneath her.
I don't know what Kim's reaction was at this point - I was focusing only on
Michelle's predicament.
Huey and Duey burst into spontaneous applause and cheers. I thought that might
have been a little over the top, but I let them react in whatever way they
thought best.
Their cocks were still hanging out of their pants, though now they were limp and
red raw.
Donald was still concentrating keenly on his camera, no doubt eager to capture
this event without blemish. Louie had stepped away from his camera and was
indulging in fits of uncontrolled laughter. He had doubled over in delight!
Chapter Twenty-One
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Michelle had opened her legs wide to allow the last flow of shit to stream out
of her unhindered. Apart from the watery stains all over her body, she was
immersed in a pool of sticky liquid that reached out probably eight foot
around her.
When the torrent finally ended she tried to stand, but slipped in the watery
fluid and landed back on her bum, sending splashes of her own excrement almost
as far as the cameras.
It had matted her pubes and her hair, and she was still trying to spit out the
voluminous amount that had managed to find it's way into her mouth.
That is the image that finally burned itself into my memory: Michelle Andrews,
lying on my floor in a pool of her own hot, sticky shit, trying to spit out that
which had found it's way into her mouth.
That was the picture that should have made it to our high school year book.
There is a further story to tell, and one day I'll probably get around to
telling you how this little episode ended.
Yes there was more, and I eventually managed to plummet Michelle into the depths
that she had cast me. And yet I also achieved other goals, goals set when I as
still a high school lad.
But for now allow me to sit back fondly and remember the scene.
Michelle Andrews - who so many years ago had made me feel like shit - was now
swimming in it herself. Swimming in shit of her own making. The final payback in
all it's allegory.
I remember that day back in high school when Michelle had broken me in two. I
remember later that day thinking to myself that I wished she would eat shit and
die.
I didn't really want her to die - that would be cruel and heartless.
But I guess I eventually managed to fulfil the first part of my wish!
THE PHOTO WIZARD
by Skystomper
THE END
(Further adventures of the Photo Wizard [as eluded to in this chapter]
may be forthcoming if sufficient response is obtained. Please don't be shy! I'm
obviously not doing this for the money - but your comments will be more than
enough reward.)
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