Chapter 24

August 27, 2018 (Monday)

Author: Heather Wilkerson

After practice, I pulled Smythe aside and whispered, “Den works regular hours, right? Like Monday through Friday, morning through afternoon?” When she nodded, I asked, “Would you like to come home with us, have lunch, then our guys?”

Her eyes lit up, and she glanced around, then replied, “Yes, of course!”

“You haven’t had sex with Seamus, right? If not, do you want to?”

“Correct, and yes, of course!”

“Would you be okay with us playing, too, and with our photographers photographing you?”

“You mean during ... sex. Right?” When I nodded, she stated, “They’re your guys, too, and I don’t want to hog them, and ... I’d ... like to ... learn more about loving girls. So, yeah, I’d have no prob with the LA being involved. What’s with photography?”

“Rache and Lana are our photographers and ... we make money for the LA by selling photos they take.” When she looked somewhat weirded out, I added, “Most of what they sell is focused primarily on two models who work with us. Surely, you saw some of our photos on our walls.”

“Those were all yours?”

“Yes, Rache’s and Lana’s. They’re quite good, particularly Rache, who is our head photog.”

“They certainly make all the girls look great.”

“Emma, we want you more involved with us, and only partly because of Brett and you as a couple.”

“Y-you think I could ... b-be in ... s-sexy pictures?”

“Absolutely! Emma, you’re lovely and you’d provide us a different look, and not because of your skin color. Rather, not solely because of your skin color.”

“You know you girls are at fault with me. Right? I was shy and stayed in my own head. Now, look at me. A large vehicle of passengers watched the first ever sex I had with someone other than me, and I loved it. My dad watched me ride Brett’s cock to orgasm. I jacked my dad in front of Brett. I’ve had sex with a beautiful guy ... with a large audience! I don’t recognize myself, anymore. Fuck, yes, Rache and Lana can take photos of me having sex.”

“We don’t allow any photo out of the compound in which the particulars are recognizable to an individual. We have a ... couple that provide the lion’s share of our sex-modeling work, although they simply consider it sex, not work. We’ve known them for a while, and we’ve become very good friends with them. Would you be able to work with them?”

“Is it work or is it sex?”

“For them and us, it’s sex that earns money when we sell photos. The other butt with mine in the two-butts’ photo is that of the woman we work with. She and her guy, frequently not together, are in some of the other photos we have hanging. Can I show you photos that we don’t have hanging?”

“Umm, yes. Sure. Will they ... get me ... more turned on, more than I am just being here?”

“If they don’t, then you might not be a good model for us, but we’re all sure you could be.”

I saw an idea hit her mind, and she asked, “Could we ... do something like ... practice? Today?”

“You mean have Rache and Lana photograph you with our guys?”

“Yes!”

Rache showed Emma a cross-section of our photos, some in which the participants were easily identifiable if one knew them. However, Rache showed her more photos in which one or the other participants were not definitively identifiable.

For the first tit-fucking photo Rache brought up on the big screen, Emma screeched, “That’s Rhee!”

Rache said, “Those are breasts, large ones, but breasts. Can you prove that’s Rhee?”

“Umm, no-o-o-o. I see your point.” She acted like she was embarrassed by something, which became obvious when she asked, “Do you ... th-think I’m big enough ... t-to do that?”

“Sure, just not with the ease Rhee can.”

“I’d ... love to do that for ... Brett.” She shook her head, then added, “I can’t believe how much I think of him. If that’s love ... or something approaching it, why don’t I feel bad for also loving on Dad? Unless my situation changes a lot, I’ll probably have more sex with him than with Brett.”

“Welcome to our world,” I told her. “All of us have the same ... affliction. We don’t feel jealousy about lovers, which, you can probably imagine, is virtually required for how we live.”

“Yeah, and ... I saw that when you sent Brett home with me. He was smiling... with his eyes as well as his mouth while he watched me jack my dad.”

I added, “And you watched Brett make love with a lot of girls this weekend. Were you jealous of them?”

“No. Yes, I was, but not that they were making love with him but that I wasn’t making love with him.”

“That’s how we all look at it and that’s why we’ve been ... itching to share him with you more. We love Brett more than almost anyone, and we love sharing him with each other and with TT. But, Emma, you’re special. I don’t know that anyone in the LA, except, maybe, Beth, can articulate why we think you’re different from most of the rest of TT, but Brett certainly started falling in love with you on the ride to State. Beth waxed nearly poetic when talking about that.

“Emma, there’s something like electricity when you two are together, and Rache and Lana are good at capturing electricity.”

Rache cut in, asking, “Do you feel different about Brett as compared to your dad when it comes to sex?”

“Yes, I ... but I haven’t ... been able to ... articulate that difference.”

“I suggest that what you feel for Brett is a combination of friend and lover, whereas you might feel a different combo with your dad, perhaps dad and lover.”

Emma stared at Rache for a bit, nodded a bit, and then said, “I think it’s more complicated than that, but you’re in the ballpark. I think. Sex with Dad is ... fun. Yes. While sex with Brett is ... I don’t want you to think I’m an airy girl, but sex with Brett is almost ethereal. When I’m with Brett, I want our bodies to merge. When I’m with Dad, I want to have sex with a nice guy I know well. Does that make sense?”

“Definitely.”

“And I like having the power over Dad that he gave me, and which I’ve shared with everyone else. By the way, I never thanked you for sending Heather and Lana to take him and Liya and Meka to surprise him. He thanked me again last night for putting that together, and ... you know what? I loved that. Could we do some more stuff like that for him?”

We took the guys and Emma over to the A and set up a photo session where Rache told her, “There’s a particular problem with sex photos including a black girl and a white guy or two and I’m sure you can figure that out.” Rache held a hand up, then added, “There are two particular problems, with the one I wasn’t originally thinking of being the suggestion of taking advantage of the black girl and her ‘obvious’ [air quotes] subjugation by two white guys. Unfortunately, we have to consider that problem, and we’ll think on that. The technical problem is the strong contrast between the paleness of the guys’ skin and the darkness of yours. We’ve had the same problem with Meka, but you’re even a bit darker than she is. You should know that the general photographer adage is to expose for the light and let the shadows fall where they will. The problem with that is that you would come out somewhat darker than you are and less defined. “We’ve talked about darkening our guys in some way, but that creates different problems.”

When Emma nodded, Rache added, “Despite all that, we have an idea we want to try. Well, two ideas. Do you want me to tell you up front or find out as we’re going along?”

“Umm, I don’t know. I’ve liked the various sexual surprises I’ve gotten since the trip to State. Maybe surprise me?”

“Okay, but please know that you can change your mind at any time. We’re very big on a girl’s ‘no’ meaning ‘no,’ that it doesn’t mean ‘try to convince me.’”

We put Emma standing between the two guys and had the three of them love on each other to make sure everyone was in the mood.

Less than three minutes in, with the guys’ hard cocks individually mushed against her front and back and with both guys taking turns kissing her lips and kissing on her shoulders and back, Emma called out, “Stop! Stop. Stop. Oh, fuck! How do you girls not do this every fucking day of the week? Freaking Hell!”

“Because we’d never get anything else done if we let that start. Each one of us has experienced that, but it’s far too powerful to do every day,” answered Rhee.

She then looked into Seamus’ eyes and said, “And how are you two so comfortable with this?”

“Although we haven’t done this all that much, we have more practice loving on one girl together than you’d think. We absolutely love it, despite that some positions require us to be in ... somewhat intimate contact with each other.”

“Freaking Hell! I’m sure Rathi, at least, would love this and ... whatever you do, don’t tell Kota about that until she’s already 14!”

The guys and many of us chuckled at the Kota image Emma put in our heads.

Rache then said, “Show time. Emma, who do you want in your pussy first?”

“Seamus, since I’ve not had him inside me.”

“Okay. Brett, like we discussed: On your back at the very head of the bed.”

I think Emma got an inkling of what was coming, as she began panting. When Rache had her get on her hands and knees, Emma howled ... sort of.

“Oooooooh. Holy freaking Hell! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Without instruction or coaching, Emma crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees, put herself between Brett’s legs, lowered her torso, and put his hard cock in her mouth. Seamus, needing no instruction, climbed onto the mattress on his knees behind Emma, held his cock against Emma’s pussy, wiped the head slowly in her juices six or seven times, then began pushing into her.

Emma’s head came off Brett’s penis and her closed-eyes face looked at the ceiling as she shouted, “Holy Fuck! I’ve seen this in porn, but I didn’t think anything like this happens in real life!”

Meka responded, “When you have two guys who love you, it does. I’ve had some crazy good orgasms in the compound, and many of the best are from that situation. Do you like having two guys, Emma?”

She had just put her mouth back on Brett, but she pulled it back off, and, while holding his cock, answered, “Fuck, yes. I sorta had two ... No, I had my hands on both Brett and Dad that night with Brett, but this is even better. Oh, goddess, I want more of this!”