by Art Martin
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LATE SPRING, 1965
For the life of me I couldn't figure out why Terri was so eager to model in the nude, much less nude with a cock up her twat. Little did I know that she had encouragement from home. I figured that she harbored a hidden exhibitionist streak that it had been unleased. Girls... go figure.
Carl had an extended trip scheduled and so it was a week before Terri had her first planned photo shoot. It was a Sunday afternoon and her dad had taken her two sisters sailing. When we arrived, Carl had the lights and futon setup in the living room. Covering the futon was a sheet and a pillow. He also served us both a highball made with Seagram’s VO and CocaCola to help us “relax”; it had its intended effect on both of us.
“Okay, Honey. Why don’t you get undressed and we’ll get started.” It was weird hearing him tell my girlfriend to undress for him, but it was weirder still to see her strip down to nothing without a hint of embarrassment.
Carl directed her to the futon and turned on the lights. He positioned her for the first shot and then adjusted her hair just so. He got down to business. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… “Okay, honey, now lay back some.” Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… “Give me a sassy pout.” Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… “Okay, baby, now arch your back.” Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… “Fantastic tits! Now squeeze them together. Beautiful! Beautiful!” He moved around the futon taking shots from a variety of angles and then repositioned her. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr…
Every few minutes he’d mutter something about glare and then apply some talcum power to her skin, rubbing it in with his hand until it disappeared. By the end of the session, his hands had touched almost every square inch of her bare skin. He took tit shots, ass shots and squirrel shots. Some would definitely be lewd, but others seemed to be destined to be tasteful classy shots.
He worked her for about an hour. I had a hard-on the entire time, and I presume Carl did too. She was the kind of girl that fueled men’s fantasies and here she was baring it all.
“Okay, that’s enough for the moment, Sweetheart… but don’t get dressed just yet. I need to process this film. This will take me a little while, so if you two want, you can use the spare bedroom.”
We were both feeling a bit randy at the moment and a toss on a bed sounded just fine. Terri popped up and sauntered towards the hall. Carl took the opportunity to catch a few parting shots. Taking me aside, he said, “When you’re ready to cum, pull out and squirt outside her pussy. I want a cunt shot with some sperm.”
I didn’t waste any time getting after it with her. As I pumped into her, I heard the click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr of Carl’s camera. I’m sure she heard it too. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… I already needed to get my rocks off in the worse way and I knew what Carl wanted, so I didn’t try to hold back, instead I rode her a little higher than normal to increase the friction between my cock and the walls of her cunt. The first shot of ejaculate went straight into her cunt. I pulled out and finished unloading on her pubic mound and pussy lips.
Immediately I rolled off and Carl moved in. Click, whirr, click, whirr… “Spread your legs, Sweetie.” Click, whirr, click, whirr… “Now draw up your knees.” Click, whirr, click, whirr… “Perfect! Perfect!” Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr…
Carl set the camera down and sat next to her on the bed. Placing his hand on her thigh he said, “You were terrific, baby! Absolutely terrific!” He glanced up at me… I knew what he wanted… he wanted my permission. I gritted my teeth and shot him a look that he interpreted correctly. Removing his hand, he stood while picking up his camera.
Without missing a beat he said, “I need to process this film. If you two want, why don’t you go for a swim, or if you prefer, you can stay here and… do whatever.”
We still had plenty of time for another fuck before I had to have her home, so we opted to for a swim. Presently, Carl came out and joined us. It was quite pleasant the three of us naked in the pool. Time flew and before I knew it, it was getting late. I had to get her home.
Sunday, April 25, 1965
I had my first highball today! I also had my first professional nude photo
shoot today. This was all after going to
church this morning!!! I’m soooo bad!!!! The highball made me relax and it wasn’t embarrassing at
all! I was feeling very mellow and everything went very smoothly. Carl didn’t get fresh until he was
finished. Good thing Jimmy was there or
I’m certain that I would have been raped.
Not that I would have minded being forcibly taken. Daddy’s taken me forcibly a time or two and
that was always fun! I hope Mom goes to sleep early tonight. If Daddy comes to me, I’ll pretend he’s Carl
raping me.
*****
As the following day was a Monday, we had to wait until after school to see what Carl had. I picked Terri up as she got off the school bus and she hopped into my car. A few minutes later we were at Carl’s.
The photos he’d selected were quite good. The pouty face was adorable and the ass shot was fantastic! Tastefully done, I thought. The cum shot, however, was simply lewd.
Both Carl and Terri were very pleased with what they had. That is until Terri pointed out that I was due a modeling fee as well.
“But Jimmy wasn’t modeling,” Carl protested.
“What do you call what was happening on the bed?”
“You were getting fucked!” he said indelicately with a laugh.
“And you were taking pictures of us doing it! Both of us!”
“Alright. Alright. You have a point,” he conceded. He pulled out his wallet and peeled off thirty dollars. He held the money in the air and said, “That’s all you get!” Then he handed it to me saying with a laugh, “Good lord! I have to pay Jimmy to fuck you? Who’s getting fucked here?” It was the easiest money I ever made.
Carl served us a highball and then asked, “Are you busy this afternoon, Honey? I have some ideas for a few shots and the lighting by the pool will be perfect soon.”
“I have to be home at five,” she countered.
“Fine! Then get your ass naked and I’ll get my camera.”
While Carl disappeared in the back, Terri kicked off her white tennis shoes and unfastened the straps holding up the bib of her denim jumper. The skirt hit the floor and she began unbuttoning her white cotton blouse. She was still working on it when Carl returned with his camera. Discarding the blouse, she asked me to help her with her bra. Stepping up behind her I unhooked her and slid the bra off her shoulders, managing to cop myself a feel at the same time.
“Jimmy! You keep your pants zipped, pal,” said Carl with mock seriousness. “You can fuck her on your own nickel, but not on mine. Maybe later, but not today.”
She began to push down her panties, but he stopped her. “Sweetie, leave your panties on. At least for now… Now that I have you like I want you, what do you say if we go to my bedroom?”
“Will I be keeping my panties on?” she teased.
“No, once in my bed, you’ll be taking them off for me.”
The banter was all in good fun, but it made me nervous. I followed them to his bedroom. In feigned (or perhaps real) exasperation he asked, “Does he have to come in here? Damn! What do I have to do for a moment of privacy in my own bedroom?” A grin spread across Carl’s face and he told me, “Just kidding, Jimmy. If you want to come in and watch, come on in. I won’t fuck her, I promise. I want to, but I won’t. But I do need for you to stay out of my way.”
He had his lights already setup and directed Terri onto the bed. Then told her to lie on her side and slip her panties down. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… He adjusted her this way and that, taking the liberty to adjust and readjust her panties. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… Again he fussed about glare and applied talcum powder with his hands, mainly between her legs, as that was the focal point of this shoot.
“Did I ever tell you that you have a beautiful pussy?” Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… “Man, what I’d give to fuck that!” Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… “What a yummy pussy! Bet you’re tight as hell.”
Putting his camera down, he pulled her panties completely off. His hands went to his zipper and he pretended to be undoing his jeans. He stopped with his joke with another good-natured laugh, but then picked her panties up and put them to his nose. “Hmmmmm, pussy!” he moaned. “Young pussy! Fuckable pussy!” He dropped the panties from his nose and asked, “You mind if I keep these for sniffing?” Terri cracked up, the result being her jugs were set into motion. We all had a laugh, but both Carl and my eyes were glued to her mounds of jiggling girlie flesh.
Once the laughter died down, Carl got back to business. “Okay, girlie! Get your sweet ass out of my bed. Can’t fuck you with your boyfriend standing here. C’mon, the light won’t wait outside!”
He picked up a white bikini, the smallest bikini I’d ever seen and handed her the top. He helped her put the top on, leaving long strings hanging down her back. She picked up the bottoms, but he told her, “I want your ass bare. Damn, but you have a fine ass! Why weren’t there any girls like you around when I was in high school?” He made a final adjustment by hefting her tits with his hands and then told her to lead the way out to the pool.
I trailed along from behind while Carl got an eyeful of her flexing buttocks. Once we were outside, he positioned her for the first shot. He shook his head and asked me to hand him the talcum powder. Now he rubbed powder into her back, down her legs and over both ass cheeks. When he was satisfied that he’d gotten away with as much as he could, he started to shoot. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… Now his banter had to do with how beautiful her ass was and how he’d love to stick his entire face between her cheeks. By this time I had become accustomed to him feeling her up and used to his banter, taking it all in stride.
The result of this short shoot was two of the sexiest photos I’d ever seen. Seeing the 5 X 7 prints stashed away in her diary brought back a flood of memories.
Monday, April 26, 1965
I gave Daddy a couple of photos that Carl took of me the
other day. He liked them, liked them a
lot! He said that they were very good and that I was “damned sexy”. Laying the photos out on my bed so that he
could see them all, he unzipped and masturbated until he shot off into his
hand. I guess I looked shocked at what
he’d done, but he just laughed and said that thousands of men would be beating
off to these photos and that he was just being the first. After wiping his hand on my pillow case he
got serious with me. Daddy
thought that they were very good and said I should make lots of money doing this. I
told Daddy how Carl powered me so much.
Daddy laughed and said he was just copping a feel. No kidding!
I figured that out, but I’m not so sure Jimmy caught on. Thursday, April 29, 1965
I overslept this morning.
I was lying on top of the sheets nude because Daddy had told me not to
wipe his cum off my tits, but to leave it there until morning. Who should walk in, but Joan! “Terri, wake up!
Ewwww! You’re naked!” She couldn’t wait to make a big deal out of it at the
breakfast table and get me in trouble with Mom.
Pepper came to my rescue by saying she wanted to sleep nude too because
it was getting so hot. I thought Mom
would make an issue of it, but all she did was calmly instruct us all to wear a
nightgown at night. Pepper looked at me
and mouthed, “No way.”
*****
Except for two “fuck-and-suck” photo sessions, we didn’t see much of Carl for the next few weeks as he was busy flying and occupied with the workings of a flying service he’d bought an interest in out at the Lakefront Airport. Of course Terri and I got it on whenever we could, and that was nearly every day. We went to separate schools, so we couldn’t see each at school, but when I picked her up in the afternoon to take her home, she’d whisper to me, “You know what I want?” Yeah, I knew… To help her out I unbuckled and unzipped right there in the school parking lot.
About the only time I didn’t see her was when I was asleep, mowing lawns or whenever she had “family time’ with her family. Early on, before I ever scored with her, I made the mistake of coming to see her during “family time”. Mr. Bradford took me aside and told me that “family time” didn’t include guests of any sort. He also made it quite clear that I wasn’t to telephone her either, that “family time” was just that, time the family spent together and no one else. He was polite about it, but he made it crystal clear that if I wanted to see her at all, I wouldn’t intrude on them during “family time.”
So whenever she said, “I have family time tonight,” I knew that she would be totally unavailable. The best I could do was to wait for her to telephone me (a rarity because “nice girls don’t call boys”) or wait and see her tomorrow. Usually I waited until the next day. Every week the Bradfords had at least one “family time”, and it wasn’t at all uncommon for them to have “family time” twice in the same week. Mr. Bradford called the shots on that and there was no getting around it. Now it was revealed to me just what went on during “family time”.
Saturday, May 15, 1965
Mama took Joan and Pepper to Lakeside shopping and Daddy
wanted to use the opportunity that was presented. I had to call Jimmy and told him that I
couldn’t see him because Daddy wanted some “family time”. He sounded so dejected. I’ll have to make it up to him. Maybe Daddy will let us go sailing tomorrow.
I remember the sailing trip well. We took her little sister, Pepper, along with us. It wasn’t what I had in mind, but once Pepper peeled off her t-shirt and got down to just her bikini, everything was fine. She had filled out nicely during the winter months, and though not as well endowed as her older sister, Pepper was a sexy little thing that’d put a smile on any man’s face.
Sunday, May 16, 1965
I was kind of worn out from last night with Daddy. He came into my room around 2 AM and didn’t
leave until nearly 5 AM. Jimmy came
over around 9 AM to go sailing. I knew
what he’d want to do, but I really didn’t feel up to it, so I asked Pepper if
she wanted to come along. She was so
excited! Jimmy wasn’t all that thrilled to have Pepper tagging along,
but I think he got over it pretty quickly when she shucked off her shorts and
t-shirt. Where did she get THAT
bikini! It almost showed
everything! Pepper’s not a little girl
anymore, that’s for sure. And Jimmy could hardly keep his eyes off her. For her part, Pepper made it worse by playing
the part of the flirt. Poor Jimmy! He
tried so hard to hide his erections, but I saw them and I’m sure my innocent little sis
did too.
EARLY SUMMER, 1965
On the first day of the summer break, Carl called me to set up another “fuck and suck” photo session. That was fine by me, as it was easy money, that and the fact that I was no longer uncomfortable in performing sex acts with Terri while he photographed us. Terri was eager too at the prospect of some easy money. During that session he used lots of powder on her and powdered me up too.
That session was remarkable because he got her to masturbate for him. That was wild! She rarely ever did that in front of me. Let me tell you, it was hot as hell to watch her get herself off! Before she started, Carl whispered to me to watch for the changes in the skin color of her tits as she climaxed. That was something I’d never noticed before. After that, I noticed that she always flushed just before she came.
Carl wanted to do another shoot the very next day, and seeing that we didn’t have school, it was no problem. This time he didn’t use powder… he used cooking oil! While he greased her back, I greased her front. The feel of her slippery tits sliding over my hands is something I’ll never forget. Carl shot some solo pics of her out on the patio so that her bare skin glistened in the sunlight. Then he and she greased me up for some fun on the futon. He was upfront with me about the fact that I wouldn’t get a modeling fee that day. He thought we’d just enjoy having a slippery fuck. That we did! Carl shot a roll off.
Next day he went out on a trip. A few days later he called and asked if I wanted to go flying. Did I! He picked me up and we drove out to Lakefront Airport to the flying service that he was a partner in. He introduced me around and showed me all the planes that they hangered for a fee. That was cool! Then he took me out to the flight line and showed me a Cessna 150, a small two-seater high-wing aircraft. We did a walk around and then climbed aboard. I was agog at the array of mysterious instruments that was before me. He went through his preflight checklist and fired it up. Out at the end of the runway he ran the engine up, checked his magnetos and carburetor heat, called for clearance and then taxied out onto the runway. Shoving the throttle forward, the engine roared and the little 150 rapidly accelerated down the runway, shaking and vibrating with each little bump. Carl pulled back on the yoke and lifted off.
We putted around, did some turns, flew over my house and Terri’s house, and just generally did some low level sightseeing being careful not to invade into the airspace of Moisant Field (MSY), the main commercial airport for New Orleans. He let me have the controls and had me make a turn or two and had me try to keep it straight and level. Wow! I was instantly hooked! He took the controls and made several touch-and-gos before bringing it in for landing.
Later while sitting in the hanger office drinking a Coke, he asked me if I wanted to learn to fly. Of course I wanted to learn to fly! Problem was, there was no way that I could afford it. Carl told me that he’d maintained his instructor’s license and that he could teach me for free. Of course I had to pay for the aircraft rental and gas. We talked about costs and he pretty much convinced me that I could afford it with my modeling fees. I pointed out that he didn’t pay me the other day. He replied, “Are you complaining? Didn’t you enjoy that slippery fuck I set up for you?” He had me there.
Then he leaned forward and told me, “Tell you what. I’ll pay you that fee. I’ll teach you to fly. As the saying goes, I’ll scratch your back if you’ll scratch my back.”
“I don’t get you,” I naively responded.
“Your girlfriend.”
“Terri?”
“You have any other girlfriends?”
“No.”
“You know what I want. I want to fuck her.”
“No!” I replied indignantly.
“Listen. How many girlfriends have you had?”
That was pretty easy. “One.”
“I’ve had I don’t know how many,” he replied. “You’re what? Just starting high school?”
“I’m a Junior, now!” I lamely protested. It was a stretch.
“Okay, you’re a Junior in high school. You think that Terri will be the only girlfriend you’ll ever have? Let me clue you in on something, Jimmy. That girl is natural born slut. If you weren’t around, she’d fuck me in a minute. What do you think? That you’re going to marry her or something?”
“Maybe.”
“Yeah, right,” he said having the decency not to laugh at my juvenile naivety. “Fact is, most likely you’ll lose interest in her or she’ll lose interest in you and then it will be over. Frankly, as long as you two have been going out, I’m surprised it hasn’t already happened. I’ll bet she’s fucking around on the side and you don’t know about it.”
“No, she’s not!” I snapped feeling the heat in my face.
“Let me tell you the facts of life… If she hasn’t already, she will. That girl likes sex way too much to stick to just one guy… Now don’t get mad, I’m just telling you the way it really is.”
There was a long silence while I calmed myself down. Deep down, I knew he was right.
“Look, I don’t want to steal your girlfriend away from you,” he began again soothingly. “As far as I’m concerned, her ass belongs to you. Besides, she’s way too young for me.” Then he laid it all out in the open. “I just want to fuck her. I don’t want to steal her from you; I just want to feel my dick sliding inside her young sweet pussy. I also promise you that I won’t ever fuck her unless you’re there with her.”
“I don’t know…”
“You’ve been letting me feel her up. You haven’t had a problem with that, and neither has she. Hell, I only need about a tenth of the powder I’ve been rubbing into those incredible tits of hers. She likes it too, and you know it. Every time she gets naked for me, I see it in her eyes. Believe me, I know women. She’d fuck me or any other cock that’s near, but she doesn’t want to hurt you.
“Now, I’m not going to rape her, Jimmy. If she says ‘no’, then I’ll back off and put my peter away. But she won’t… I’m sure of that. In fact, I’ll make you a bet that she won’t say ‘no’ if you tell her it’s okay. So, at our next photo shoot, if she fucks me, I’ll give you twenty five bucks.”
Needless to say, that conversation put me in quandary of mixed emotions. He was right, the odds of me and Terri ever getting married was at least a thousand to one, if not more. It was only a matter of time before she dumped me for some other guy, or I dumped her for a new girl. Hell, there were several girls that I was attracted to, but hadn’t pursued. My sister was now on her fourth or fifth “steady” boyfriend and none of my buddies had had a girlfriend nearly as long as Terri and I had been “going out”.
Besides, by that time I had already figured out she had been screwing somebody, either now or at sometime in the past, or she wouldn’t have been on the pill that first time we fucked on the levee behind the Beach Club. I wasn’t her first, that’s for sure. I had asked, but she wouldn’t tell me anything about it. In fact she told me not to ask her about it ever again. Terri was holding back on that. What else might she be holding back on me?
Still, I was nervous as hell the next time Carl had us over for a fuck-and-suck photo shoot. Carl took one look at me and saw the doubt in my face. He fixed that by giving us both two highballs before he made his move.
We were on his bed. We were on our sides and I was behind Terri with my cock slowly moving in and out her cunt while Carl shot off a roll. Suddenly he stopped, saying he needed to reload his camera. He sat the camera down and stripped off his shirt. Standing next to the bed, he lowered his shorts and underwear. He stepped nearer to Terri, putting his erect cock in her face. The moment that I had known was coming was now at hand. She hesitated. Carl looked at me and nodded. I whispered to her, “Suck his dick.” Her mouth opened and Carl’s cock slid into my girlfriend’s mouth.
My own cock became hard as an iron spike as she noisily slurped on him for a minute or so before he withdrew his dick. Reaching between her legs, he grasped my cock and more or less pulled me out of her cunt. I rolled away and he mounted her, pushing her legs forward until her head was between her calves. He pushed his hips forward and the deed was done… he was fucking Terri. Fucking her hard…. Fucking her until she was screaming out her pleasure and then fucking her some more, pounding her ass into the mattress with a solid thud each time their groins met.
Suddenly he released her legs and rolled off. I rolled on and sank my cock into her twice-fucked cunt. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Carl reloading his camera. Then he pushed me to get off and when I did, he handed me the camera. I didn’t know much about 35mm cameras, especially one as fancy as Carl’s Nikon, but I did my best to aim, focus and shoot. Click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr, click, whirr… I recorded for posterity the fucking of my girlfriend by another guy. He moved her this way and that, taking her in a rapid succession of varied positions.
He stopped fucking her and moved off the bed and told me to hand him the camera, which he then mounted on a tripod and set make an exposure every thirty seconds or so. Carl placed Terri on all fours and mounted her doggie style and then directed me to have her suck my dick. Click, whirr… Click, whirr… Click, whirr… Click, whirr… Click, whirr… The camera did its thing as Carl directed us into a series of three-way connections.
The dynamic between Terri and I was forever changed. On the way home, both Terri and I were silent.
*****
Tues., June 8, 1965
Oh, my god! Jimmy and
Carl both fucked me yesterday during the photo session. I don’t know exactly why it happened, but it
did. I’m such a slut! The way Jimmy acted afterwards, I guess he’ll
dump me, but he was part of it too!
Daddy was right, Carl did fuck me. I don’t know whether to tell Daddy tonight or not. He’ll probably get physical with me. Maybe I should wait until later, when we’re
at that motel or out in the boat.
Besides I’m really tired tonight. Thurs., June 10, 1965
Jimmy seemed okay today.
Maybe he won’t dump me. I sure
hope not.
Daddy slipped into my room late last night. Five minutes later he was gone and I had
sticky sheets to sleep in. But he said something that made me think. He said that if Jimmy’s cock got any bigger
that I’d have to drop him. That’s when I
realized how much Jimmy’s cock had grown since we first did it together. God…
he fills me up. He’s bigger than Daddy
now and a lot bigger than Carl is.
Still, the way Carl first did it made it feel like he was a lot bigger
than he is. Then after Daddy got home from work today, he took me aside for a
private talk about doing these squeezing exercises to keep my cunt tight. I can do them at the kitchen table or at
school and nobody can tell what I’m doing.
I don’t know if it’ll really work, but I’ll try. That’d be better than dumping Jimmy… as if I
ever would! Tuesday, June 15, 1965
I showed Daddy the photos that I got from Carl today. They really weren’t all that good, but they
should be good enough. Jimmy’s just not
that good with a camera and the other shots, of the three of us, always had
somebody’s head cut off or something.
Even so, there was no mistaking who I was, who Jimmy was or who Carl
was, and there was no mistaking what we were doing.
I thought Daddy would say something, but he just left my
room for a few minutes. When he came
back he had cucumber in his hand. He
undressed and told me to get my ass in the air and spread ‘em. He fucked my pussy for a minute or so and
then shoved the cucumber up inside me!
He fucked me with it like it was a dick and it sort of felt like a dick
except that it was still a little cold and not warm like a real cock.
Then with the cucumber still inside me, Daddy forced his
cock up my ass! I never felt so full
before in my life! He pumped me for a minute until my bottom relaxed some. Then
he told me to fuck myself with the cucumber, while he fucked my butt. God was that intense! Wed., June 16, 1965
Jimmy and I went to Pontchartrain Beach today. We had a blast… I love the Zephyr and the
Wild Mouse! Later we parked along
Lakeshore Drive. It was still daylight,
so we couldn’t really do much, so I just sucked his dick while he kept a sharp
eye out for the Leeve Board Police.
Mom served sliced cucumber for supper tonight. It was the same one that Daddy used on me
last night! Daddy looked at me, took a
bite and smiled. I had a hard time
keeping a straight face while everybody ate it.
If they only knew!
*****
Those first few weeks of summer were kind of odd. Carl was busy with his flying schedule and attending to business out at the flying service. He did as he promised and took me flying a couple of times, teaching me the basics. He said I was a natural.
The flying lessons were a blast! Carl was a patient and enthusiastic teacher. I guess so. To pay my “costs” I arranged for several more photo shoots. I suppose I suspected all along that it was all just a ploy for Carl to get his cock into my girlfriend, but Terri didn’t seem to suspect nor did she seem to care. It didn’t matter what Carl suggested, she went for it… as long as a camera was present. Without the camera out and being used, she was reluctant to do anything, except of course when we all went skinny dipping. Carl shot roll after roll of me and Terri getting after it and I shot roll after roll of him fucking her every way imaginable. For the three-way shots there was always the tripod and automatic shutter.
June 24, 1965 Daddy just loves the photos of me doing it with Jimmy and
Carl.
Gets him really
worked up. I just love it when Daddy gets so worked up.
It was during the fifth or sixth fuck session (correction… photo shoot) that Carl first exhibited his bi-sexual tendencies. He had set up the camera on a tripod and had Terri engage him in a 69 with her on top. I slipped in for the money shots and entered her from behind. No one really gave a shit about the camera or the quality of the shots. While I was slowly sliding in and out her cunt, Carl was licking her clit and licking my cock at the same time. It wasn’t an accidental licking either, but long full tongued swipes along the underside of my cock as it emerged from her pussy. I was surprised to say the least, but didn’t do anything about it, reasoning that if he wanted to lick my cock, okay by me… just so long as he wasn’t expecting me to do the same.
What was particularly odd that June was that Terri wasn’t available as much as I thought she’d be. Her mom had ideas for her time other than just consorting with me. Her dad restricted her further with more than the usual “family time”. It seemed as if I had seen more of her during school than when we were on summer break, but that may be just because I had nothing to do during my “spare” time, but think about her.
We did however go sailing a lot, but always with one or both of her sisters. Pepper was always a cutie, very vibrant and bubbly, but Joan… After reading an entry in her diary, it jarred my memory of one particular sail. It was Terri and me with Joan and her boyfriend, Bob. I knew Bob, but he wasn’t a friend. Joan was nicely portioned and looked great in a bikini. She was always kind of standoffish with me, but that didn’t stop me from looking. Joan caused a scene because Bob was ogling Terri. I can’t blame him either because as usual, she was practically falling out of her top. Terri and Joan argued briefly and then Joan went to sulk up on the fore deck. Bob joined her and after a while they were necking; nothing too risqué, just smooching and a general body rubbing. It was the only time Bob went with us that I remember.
Monday, June 28, 1965 Yesterday we went sailing.
Joan and Bob came along.
Everything was going along just fine until Joan got jealous of me
because Bob was checking me out. He
wasn’t subtle about it either. Jimmy was
checking out Joan too, but that didn’t bother me, so why did it bother
her? She’s such an iron pants! If she would just loosen up some, we could
have had a great day. I’m sure Jimmy
would jump her if he had the opportunity, and why not? She’s pretty, just not overly endowed like I
am. Bob looks like he’d be fun too. I’m sure Jimmy wouldn’t have minded that
either, especially if he could have screwed Joan. Well, that won’t ever happen.
I wasn’t exactly suffering from blue balls, but it seemed that every time I came around the Bradford house, Nick Melancon was already there. Nick lived on the same street as Terri and had been hitting on her after school all year. Maybe I was jealous (hell, there’s no maybe about it), but it seemed to me that Terri’s folks hadn’t put the same restrictions on Nick that they had put on me.
To make matters worse, Nick’s intentions were clear enough to me. He was a year ahead of me in school and I knew that we’d both be playing again on the high school football team, if I made the cut this summer. I didn’t need him as an enemy, but I sure as hell didn’t want him as a rival.
We were invited to a party and she couldn’t go. I went by myself. There were several girls there that I knew and with Terri not around, I enjoyed myself. Somehow it got back to Terri that I was making out with Carmen Breaux. That caused some problems.
Carl finally had some free time and wanted to do another three-way photo shoot. Terri seemed interested, but there were some scheduling delays. Me, I was hard up to repay my growing debt to Carl. Finally I had her for an evening and Carl was available.
To be continued...
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