Chapter 8: Getting it On -- On Camera

When we resumed the picture taking, I noticed that Don's erection had subsided. I had an evil thought that I was going to try to bring it back again. I supposed that Tad had gotten a boner, too, although fully dressed, his was quite a bit easier to hide from public view.

Again Louise, still nude herself, was fully engaged, helping to pose me on their big bed. "I'm wet," I told her. "I'm going to get your bedspread all gooey with my lubrication!"

Louise laughed. "It'll all come out in the wash, Sweetie," she said. "Don't you worry."

Don had Louise join me on the bed for several provocative shots. We didn't strike any very overtly lesbian poses, but we did press our breasts together, each of us on our knees on the mattress at the time. Once, she kissed me on the lips, and I heard Don's camera clicking away, capturing the moment. Don told us to face away from the camera on the bed, side-by-side, and he took the most suggestive and erotic shot he'd taken all evening -- the two of us, on our knees, legs slightly spread, our two hairy pussies raised up and winking obscenely at the camera.

God, I felt like I was going to come from the sheer excitement, without anyone's touching me. I know that if Tad had given me, at that moment, a half-dozen light tongue-licks on my swollen pussy, I'd have exploded in ten seconds flat!

Louise left the bed and I was alone again, following Don's gentle directions, moving from pose to pose like an old pro. God, this was such a turn-on! It was killing me. I felt a sharpness between my legs -- almost like you feel when you have to pee -- but it wasn't that. It was a signal of my nearness to orgasm.

"I'm so hot," I told Tad, finally. "Why don't you come here and fuck me, right now!"

Tad looked at Don and Louise, in turn. Almost as if he were asking permission.

"They don't care!" I said. "They'd love it! Think of the pictures! C'mon, Tad! Jeez, I need it! I'm so fucking hot!"

Don was snapping photos like his life depended on it. "It's up to you, Tad," he said, still appearing calm, despite the fact that his enormous erection clearly had returned. "She's right, you know: Louise and I won't mind, and it would make for some great shots."

I knew Tad desperately wanted to fuck me, then and there. He didn't care, I knew, about the fact that we had an audience. I knew exactly what was holding him back -- his ridiculous hang-up about having a small penis!

"Goddamn it, Tad, come here and fuck me!" I said at last.

He did. He whipped off his clothing in record time, some of the disrobing covered by Don with his camera, and in minutes Tad's lean form -- and his stiffly erect penis -- joined me on the bed.

"Hurry!" I said.

Usually -- almost always -- Tad began our lovemaking with cunnilingus. He loved to eat my pussy, and I can't say I exactly hated every minute of it myself. I know he was thinking that if I became sufficiently aroused by a good cum from his tongue, it would be easier for me to have an orgasm when he fucked me.