Chapter 3

I pulled into the garage and we went inside. We hurried upstairs and I told him I’m going to take another quick shower.

I went to my room and undressed while Tyler stood in my open bedroom door and watched me. The fun is starting already!

As soon as I was naked I went over and took his hand and pulled him down the hall to the bathroom. I turned the water on to let it warm up and then I turned back to Tyler and started to undress him.

He grinned when he realized what I have in mind and started helping me get his clothes off.

By the time he was undressed the water was hot and we jumped into the large, walk-in shower. We have plenty of time to play. My parents are working late tonight.

We spent a very long time lovingly soaping each other up and exploring each other’s body. It was extremely erotic the way our hands slid smoothly over wet, soapy skin and explored all those interesting nooks and crannies. This is all still so very new and exciting. I love being touched and I love touching Tyler and turning him on.

By the time the shower was over we were both ready for something more than photography. We dried off and went back to my room. I stood in front of my dresser and looked down at the two remaining sets of underwear we didn’t get around to using yesterday. I picked up the red set and turned around to ask him if he wants to start with them and save the black ones for last.

I looked down and saw that I was going to have to take care of something before we can get back to taking pictures. I smiled, went over to him and took his hand. I said, “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day today, even during the classes I enjoy!”

As strange as it might seem, I really have been looking forward to it. I wish we could do more. And maybe someday we will. But until that time comes I love doing this. I wasn’t kidding, either. I’ve been thinking about sucking Tyler’s cock all day.

I pulled him over to my desk chair and knelt down between his legs. I kissed his cock lovingly. Then I looked up and said, “You look like a tripod walking around with this thing sticking out! I guess it’s my fault. I’m flattered you think this highly of me. But let’s get rid of this thing so we can take some pictures.”

I wet my lips and pressed them together. I touched them to the head of his cock and eased my lips down over the head of his cock. I slowly slid them down, as far down as I could go without gagging, far enough that I had almost three quarters his cock in my mouth.

Tyler sighed loudly and sat back with his eyes closed. As I engulfed his cock in my warm, wet mouth he exclaimed, “Jesus that feels wonderful, Mya! I’m so glad you like doing this. At moments like this I wish I could marry my sister.”

That was the only intelligible, though certainly not very intelligent thing out of his mouth for the next few minutes. When he finally came it was just like the first orgasm I gave him yesterday when I masturbated him and it shot all over his shirt except that this time when he came it filled my mouth.

I moaned in pleasure as my mouth filled with cum. I think I’m probably almost as turned on and enjoying what we’re doing almost as much as he is. Something inside of me really responds to sucking a boy’s cock. I honestly love doing it. I’m starting to wonder what it would be like to do this with some other boy.

After I swallowed Tyler’s cum I held his slowly shrinking cock in my mouth. I wondered yet again what it would be like with some other boy, though I don’t have a boyfriend and can’t see myself just walking up to some boy and asking him if I can suck his cock. There is a guy I’ve had a long-standing crush on but he doesn’t even know I exist. I wonder if I could do something to change that. Maybe I’ll have to find out soon.

After Tyler caught his breath he tried to get me to take his place so he could return the favor. I love it when he eats my pussy. But I want to delay it. I said, “No, Tyler. Not yet. I’m horny as hell. But it’s fun. I like feeling like this. I like posing when I feel like this. Or posing makes me feel like this. Both, I guess. But I want to keep the edge on for now. Go get your stuff and I’ll put the underwear on.”

He hurried to his room and returned with his lights. He set them up near my dressing table. Then he went back and got his camera. He took some light readings and told me to sit down and pose as if I’m putting makeup on, like maybe I’m getting ready to go out on a date.

He instructed me to imagine I’m alone in the room. I’m not to look at him or the camera. He was ready to start taking pictures when suddenly I had an idea. I cried out, “Wait! Don’t move! I’ll be right back!”

I ran out of the room in my underwear and rushed downstairs to my parents’ room. I went to their closet and dug out their digital video camera. I checked the disk and the battery and hurried back upstairs. I stopped in Tyler’s room and grabbed his tripod. I set it up in my room to record our photo shoot.

When he realized what I was doing he said, “Hot! I love the way your mind works, Mya.”

I checked the aim and pushed the record button. As soon as the camera was recording I sat back down and Tyler took a few dozen pictures of me brushing my hair and pretending to put on my makeup. He moved around and photographed me from every possible angle. When he felt he had exhausted the possibilities he said, “Okay, now let’s move to the bed again.”

I stood up and repositioned the video camera while he repositioned the lights. Then he showed me some new poses from his figure study textbook. We started out with the new poses from his book. When we had tried all the new ones I went back over the ones we tried yesterday.

After a while he told me to take my bra off. A shiver of excitement went through me and I obeyed instantly. I posed for him in just my panties in a few of the poses from the book. Then we reverted back to freestyle because we both thought it had produced some of our best photos yesterday. He has already taken so many pictures that he had to change his memory card again.

I waited until he was ready. This time he started out taking pictures of me taking my panties off. I took them off twice actually. I took them off once with as much tease as I was capable of considering my youth and inexperience. Getting undressed to turn a guy on is still pretty new to me. Then he asked me to put them back on. He took more pictures while I pulled the panties back on and smoothed them down over my body. Then he told me to take them off again. But this time he wanted me to remove them as if I’m alone in my room, home from school or from a date and getting undressed for bed.

Then he started taking nude shots again. I’m getting so turned on I have lubricant leaking out of my pussy and glistening on my thighs. Posing for these sexy pictures is just as exciting as it was when I did it for the first time yesterday.

We took all kinds of shots. We took more of the candid shots in which I would act as if I’m alone in my room, just lying on my bed in the nude. Then we took some slutty shots where I offered my breasts to the camera or posed with my legs spread, teasing my pussy with my fingers. I even held my pussy spread wide open for several obscene and very exciting pictures.

Twice in the last fifteen minutes or so he came over to my bed, leaned down and licked up the juices on my pussy and thighs. It took all my willpower not to have an orgasm when he touched me with his tongue like that.

He was careful to make it brief and avoid my clit. I was even more excited by that time, more turned on than I had been yesterday. I’m hoping he’ll run out of memory again soon so we can both get some relief.

It was at least another ten long minutes before he loudly exclaimed, “Fuck this!”

He put the camera down on the floor and got up on the bed. He was just about to go down on me when I said, “Wait! I want to try something.”

I positioned him on his back with his butt at the foot of my bed, his feet draped over the edge and resting on the floor. I knelt over his face and then dropped down and took his cock into my mouth.

He mumbled, “Oh yeah!” into my juicy pussy and started eating while I wrapped my lips around his cock. He put his hands on the cheeks of my ass, pulled my pussy down and wrapped his lips around it. He had my entire pussy in his mouth and he started using his talented and very eager tongue.

I worried at first that he might get carried away and tear my hymen with his tongue. But then I realized I don’t really care if he does. I stopped worrying and surrendered to the extreme pleasure he’s causing me. We’re all alone in the house. I’m free to vent my emotions today, so I did. I screamed loudly and passionately. I pressed my mound against his mouth and when he moaned with pleasure the vibrations went right to my soul.

I screamed again and ground my mound against him. I utterly failed to achieve my intended goal of our first sixty-nine. I went totally crazy as I bounced around on the end of his tongue. I melted into orgasm after toe curling orgasm and he gave every indication of loving it as much as I did. He moaned in pleasure and his hands played my body like an instrument. Every time I jerked away in the throes of passion his gentle but firm hands guided my pussy back to his hard-working mouth and penetrating tongue.

I had my face pressed against his hard cock. It had come out of my mouth as soon as I started cumming. I moaned and I made strange noises created in the heat of my passion and I rubbed my face lovingly against his cock. But I’m still out of control and I can’t suck his cock until he stops what he’s doing.

I finally reached a point where I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled off of him and screamed at him, pleading with him to stop. He’s almost as out of breath as I am. We both lay there on my bed panting and moving our hands over each other.

When I finally regained the ability to speak I said, “Sorry, it sounded like fun. I was just ... oh god, Tyler! That was fucking fantastic!! I totally lost control!”

I slid off the bed and pushed his legs apart and said, “Now it’s your turn, babe!”

I took his throbbing cock in my mouth and he moaned in pleasure. He’s definitely primed and ready to go off. I swear, it wasn’t two minutes later that he filled my mouth with cum again. He groaned and swore and his cute little ass came up off of my bed when his cock exploded in my mouth. He came nearly as hard as he did when I sucked his cock a little earlier.

I’ve learned that I have to stop sucking after he cums because his cock is so hypersensitive right after his orgasm so I just held it in my mouth until he calmed down because I wasn’t ready for it to be over. I owe him more than two minutes of loving for what he just did for me. As soon as his still hard cock was ready for more I went right back to sucking.

He called me a few dirty names in a very loving manner while I eagerly sucked his cock. I accepted it in the spirit of love he obviously intended. I reached up and held his balls in my hand and moaned around his cock as I sucked him off for the third time this afternoon.

It took longer this time and I loved every second of it nearly as much as he did. After he came in my mouth again I took my head away and smiled up at him. The look of affection and gratitude on his face made me feel warm all over. He reached down and pulled me up beside him and we held each other and kissed like lovers.

We lay together side by side, quietly holding each other and feeling closer than ever before. I glanced over at the movie camera. We moved around on the bed quite a bit. I hope the camera caught all the action and I thought about how much better it would have been if we could have had some good close-ups.

Without really thinking about what I was saying I said, “We need a cameraman. We need someone who can record from different angles and come in for some close-ups.”

I don’t think I was so much suggesting we get one as lamenting the fact that we don’t have one.

We were quiet for a few more minutes before Tyler said quietly, “I could get someone.”

To my immense surprise my heart began to race when he said that. I hadn’t meant to suggest he should find someone. I just meant the movie we just made would be better if there had been someone holding the camera and moving around to get the best angles.

But when I was suddenly presented with the actuality of someone else in the room, watching us and filming us as Tyler photographed me and then we had sex, I knew right away that the newly empowered exhibitionist in me is going to make me permit this.

I didn’t respond, though. In fact, I made believe I didn’t hear him. I guess I was just trying not to let him know how very much the idea of another guy seeing me like this excites me. I got up and sat on the edge of the bed and forced myself not to think about it. I don’t know what to say and I don’t trust myself to speak.

I didn’t look at Tyler. I sat facing the movie camera and forced myself to calm down. I asked, “What do you have in mind for those artistic figure studies we’re supposed to be doing?”

He sat up beside me. He put his arm around me, kissed my neck and held me close for a minute. He smoothed down my hair and said, “I have several ideas. First I have to take some of the shots they suggest in the book. They have to be submitted for a grade. But I have some ideas of my own, too.”

I stood up and looked down ruefully at the mess we’ve made of my bed. I said, “The bed is a mess. I have to remake it before we can use it for more pictures. Unless you’re planning on taking some pictures of your sister the prostitute. My bed looks like I’ve been doing a lot of business in here today.”

“That’s okay. These next pictures will be low light and we need to get some different backgrounds.”

He turned his lights off and I turned the movie camera off. We both got our sandals on. After I ran my brush through my hair a couple of times I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I’m all wet and sticky.

Tyler was waiting for me in the hallway when I finished up in the bathroom. The camera is back on the tripod. I guess that’s for the low-light shots. I followed him and we headed downstairs. Both of us are still naked. I’m amazed at how pleasant, how natural it feels to be naked in parts of the house where we’ve never before been naked.

I followed him in silence but my mind is moving a mile a minute as I thought about doing the things we just did with someone watching and taking photographs and movies of us in action. I know I’m going to tell him to do it. For some reason I can’t just yet. The feelings rushing through me when I imagine it were just too intense.

I followed him into the kitchen. He put his camera down and carefully posed me in several unusual but very sensual poses. He left the lights off and closed the curtains until he had the light the way he wanted it. My face doesn’t show in any of these pictures. They’re all low-light photographs with lots of shadows and back lighting.

When he was satisfied he’d taken enough pictures in the kitchen he removed the camera from the tripod and we moved into the garage. He took more photographs with that unusual backdrop. I was finding it pretty erotic but in a strange way. Not just the nude photography. Of course that’s erotic. But the masculine background, all the tools, the workbenches. The idea of being nude in all of these unusual places.

He took several shots we both thought were really amusing. He draped me over the front fender of dad’s pickup truck like a dead deer and tied me down. He took a few pictures and then his eyes lit up. He’d just had one of those eureka moments. I heard the sudden burst of excitement in his voice when he said, “I have an idea!”

He untied me and helped me up. I felt myself reacting to the excitement in his voice when he urged, “Come on!”

I followed him as he hurried back into the house. He has obviously been inspired and can’t wait to capture the images he has in his talented brain.

We went down into the basement but instead of going into the rooms which are finished and furnished we went into the corner behind the stairs which is only used for storage and has been left unfinished. Tyler looked around for a minute and handed me his camera. He smiled conspiratorially and said, “Wait right here.”

I stood back out of the way and watched in amusement as he moved a bunch of dusty footlockers containing some of our Christmas decorations out of the way. When he finished clearing out the corner. All that remains are walls of bare stone, bare overhead beams, rough four by four posts and a cement floor. The only light is from a bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. It has a bit of a dungeon look to it.

He called me over and for the first time I noticed he brought with him the rope he used to tie me up in the garage. He tied my wrists together and tossed the end of the rope over a ceiling beam and pulled it until no slack remained. He drew it up until my arms were fully extended above my head.

He tied it off to a pipe which will be out of the frame and stepped back and examined the results. He’s so busy analyzing the shot he’s planning he doesn’t see how excited I am. As soon as he tied my wrists together and secured the rope over that beam I very nearly had an orgasm!

I had no idea! I can’t say I really know anything about bondage beyond what anyone else my age has heard from god knows where, mostly guys joking about it probably. I think I have an idea about the basics. But it’s something perverts do. It’s something people joke about. It isn’t funny now. I’m so turned on by being helpless in this fake dungeon I’m on the verge of cumming without even being touched!

Tyler went over and pulled the rope a little tighter and tied it off again. Now I’m up on my tip toes. He asked, “Are you okay, Mya? I’ll get this shot as quickly as I can.”

I whispered, “Take your time, Tyler. I’m okay.”

I think he must have heard something in my voice. He stopped and looked at me closely. He stared into my eyes and I guess he saw what he was looking for. His lips curled up in a quirky little smile for just a second. But then he returned to his vision.

He picked up a couple more pieces of rope and tied them to my ankles. He carefully pulled my legs a little farther apart, making my bondage seem more authentic. He tied one of the ropes to a pipe in the wall, the same pipe that the rope holding my arms was secured to. He tied the other to a support post nearby. I’m totally immobilized with my body stretched taut and my muscles straining uncomfortably against my bonds.

He came closer and used his light meter. He fiddled around with his camera and then he took a dozen shots of me from all angles. He only spoke a couple of times as he moved around me with the camera. He told me to tilt my head in certain ways and pose as he moved around me.

He took that series of shots and then he turned off the nearest bare light in the ceiling. Suddenly it’s very dark. He adjusted his camera flash for indirect light and took at least a dozen more pictures. Then he came closer, stood right in front of me and looked at my face curiously.

I looked right back at him, trying to act as if I’m unaffected by what we’re doing. But suddenly he reached out and cupped my pubic mound in his hand and I screamed and came as hard as I have ever cum in my admittedly young, inexperienced life!

After my orgasm passed I collapsed. My legs had turned to rubber and couldn’t support me. I hung by my wrists now as if unconscious. He stepped back and quickly took a dozen more photographs.

I continued to hang by my wrists long after I was capable of standing again. I know what these pictures are going to look like and I know they’re going to be hot. I can’t wait to see them!

When Tyler came back and stood in front of me again I regained my footing and he leaned forward and kissed me gently. He whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful.”

His free hand came up and caressed my breast and then began to pull on my stiff nipple. He began to twist it and pinch it harder and harder. My eyes closed and almost without realizing what I was doing I started crying out, “Harder! Harder god damn it! Yesssss!”

Then I came again. Hard! I came and I screamed and I collapsed again.

Tyler hurriedly untied my ankles and helped me back to my feet. When I was steady enough to stand on my own he went over to the wall and untied the rope holding my wrists in place. He rushed back to me, finished untying me and started to help me back upstairs.

I had just enough sense left to stop him. “Hold on, bro! You better put those footlockers back and grab those ropes. Unless you have some really good excuse ready for mom and dad I don’t know about.”

I chuckled and said, “I guess you could tell them you were getting ready for an early Christmas.”

He laughed and put everything back the way he found it. He grabbed the ropes and turned back on the overhead light he had turned off. He started to help me walk but I’ve more or less returned to normal. I thanked him and led the way back upstairs. I figure I owe him the view I gave him as I climbed the stairs for what he just did for me. I guess he enjoyed it. I heard him take more pictures all the way up the stairs.

We went to the kitchen and got a drink of water. I feel drained, wrung out. I looked at the time. It’s past time for supper but I don’t feel like eating right now. I asked him if he wants anything.

He didn’t even stop to think about it. “We can get a sandwich later if we get hungry. I want to see these pictures.”

“Me too!”

I moved closer and wrapped one of my hands around his hard cock. I said, “And I suppose you’ll want me to take care of this damned thing again!”

He laughed and said, “It only seems fair. You’re the one who keeps putting that damned thing there.”

I squeezed his cock gently and took a deep breath. I said, “That, my dear brother, was ... interesting. I don’t know how I feel about what I just learned about myself, Tyler. I’m scared and excited all at the same time. I just found out I’m a pervert!”

He stared at me for a minute and said, “I understand. It was getting real. I mean, you know I wouldn’t hurt you. You do know that, right?”

I nodded.

“But when I had you like that, when I saw your beautiful body all stretched out, drawn taut and helpless, and when I saw how excited you were...”

He stopped talking. He didn’t know what to say. Neither did I. I let go of his cock. I pulled him close and held him, our naked bodies pressed tight against each other.

I finally let him go. He grabbed his tripod and we went back upstairs. We went to his room this time and he put the memory cards from his camera into his computer. He transferred the pictures to his hard drive while I hooked the movie camera up to his television.

He started sorting the pictures and deleting the rejects. He finished quickly. Apparently there were not a lot of rejects.

While he was deleting the few rejects I was looking at the movie we just made of him taking pictures of me at my dressing table. When I glanced back at him he was staring at the television, too.

We were watching him photograph me while I was sitting in my red underwear at my dressing table. I was right about needing a camera operator. But even so, damn that movie is hot! I know the pictures of me in my underwear are exciting. But this poorly made movie of him taking pictures of me in my underwear is twice as exciting. I mean, it’s a good picture. The camera is digital and the television is high definition. Everything is clear as a bell. It just really needs a cameraman.