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First Published: 22-Sep-2002

Photography class
by Rose Eastmann

Story Codes: b/g, m/f, M/F, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

Putting an age on people being able to have sex is madness, take me for example, I was ready, willing and able to have sex at twelve years old. I had practiced by myself in my bedroom for at least six months, I know now that I had never actually given myself an actual honest to goodness orgasm but my god, what I was doing, it felt really good. Shortly after my twelfth birthday, I decided that I was ready to get a boy involved. I had set my sights on Paul, a boy a little older than me in the same class at school; I managed to get him alone behind the field sports equipment store. I got him to put his hand in my panties, showed him what I liked in that area and as I opened his zipper I think he must have had his first ever erection, his face was a picture and before I got him all the way out he was off. I think he would have beaten Dr. Bannister to the end of the street (Dr. Roger Bannister, first man to beat the four minute mile). Although I tried really hard for the rest of my time at school I never did get another boy to follow me behind the equipment shed. Paul had told all of his friends that he had fucked me; he had to as they had seen him go with me behind the shed and he wasn't about to tell them he had shit his pants and run away.

I was half way to my seventeenth birthday before I actually lost my cherry and it wasn't the momentous occasion I had convinced myself it would be, to be honest it almost put me off sex altogether. I had been to a friend's party, got very drunk and ended up in bed with her brother, he was twenty years old but I think I was probably the first girl he had convinced to get into bed with him.

Eventually I met my husband John when I was twenty-one, slightly older than me, very experienced, the first man to give me head and the first man to actually break me into an orgasm. That first climax was like turning a light on in my life, enlightening my sexuality fully, showing me exactly what I had been missing for the previous nine years. I wish I had met a man like John when I was twelve, my life would have been so much better.

So coming more up to date, for my thirtieth birthday present John paid for me to do a night school course in photography. There were fifteen students in the class, a guy called Jim was the oldest at forty I was the second oldest and the rest were all men in their early twenty's. Jim and I got on quite well; we were both a long time out of school and found the discipline needed for study hard to master. This formed a bond of sorts between us and it was only natural that when project work was needed Jim and I paired off together. Jim would model for me and I for him, simple stuff, looking into a bright light, bright light behind and in-fill flash, sitting on a tree branch, all the usual arty stuff.

One day Jim asked me if I would pose for him in a bikini, it just seemed like a natural next step. I got my daughters to my mother in laws for the day and Jim drove me to a beach near to Bournemouth, the beach was out of the way and you had to cross on a chain driven ferry to get to it, the place was called Studland Bay. I had my bikini on under my clothes and as soon as I was on the beach I stripped down to it. Jim took about a hundred pictures of me on the beach, posing me this way and that, as the morning progressed I noticed that some of the couples arriving were stripping off totally and by lunch time Jim and I were noticeable by the fact that we were the only ones still dressed. I had taken a few pictures of Jim in his long shorts, he had posed for me rather than I pose him but I did take some pictures I thought would be good enough for my next assignment.

Jim took his long shorts off and he had Speedo trunks on under, he posed a little more, mostly sitting with his legs open, and I snapped a few more pictures. Eventually Jim went into the dunes at the back of the beach to spend a penny and on his return he had a skimpy posing pouch on. He was obviously excited about showing me so much of his body as he was much larger than when he went off to pee. After I had taken another ten pictures of him he asked me if I would pose topless for him, I looked up and down the beach and as I was the only woman with any clothes on at all I decided to let him, he took a lot more pictures of me topless than in my bikini and eventually asked me to pose fully nude. I wasn't about to do that in public and turned him down, he tried to persuade me for over two hours and eventually gave up, we spent the rest of the day sunbathing and at dusk we returned to pick up my daughters.

Things were very normal for the next month and eventually a return trip the beach was mentioned, I didn't want to go again as Jim had put far too much pressure on me to strip off for him but he talked to my husband and arranged for all the family to meet him for a picnic at Studland Bay. What I didn't know was that Jim had met John one day and had shown him the pictures he had taken of me topless and John thought that the pictures were great and that I was still good enough to carry them off even after two children. We had the picnic and while my husband and daughters built sand castles Jim took me into the dunes to take more topless pictures, I had refused at first but John had helped Jim to persuade me to go.

Once in the dunes I was directed to take my top off, Jim took a few pictures and asked me to remove my bikini bottom and put a sheer sarong around my waste, I held the sarong up to the light with my hand behind it, I could see every detail of my hand through the sarong, Jim went on at me for about fifteen minutes and eventually I agreed, Jim looked towards John and the girls as I stripped off totally and tied the skimpy sarong around my waste. Jim was very hard from the moment he turned round and saw my unkempt pubic bush through the sheer material, he took quite a few pictures of me, posing me this way and that, each pose revealed more of my body until any pretence of my being covered was gone. Jim took three films of me in the nude, each picture more revealing than the last, even to the extent of him opening my legs to take a close up of my vagina, he was very disappointed that the hair totally obscured his target and he rubbed his finger along my labia to part the hair and show my very pink inner lips.

Jim's finger brushed against my clitoris as he was opening me up and the electric shock that went through my body was frightening. Jim shot thirty pictures in rapid succession as my body automatically produced the lubricant it expected me to need under those conditions. I realized that I was almost dripping my cum juice on to my inner thigh when I called a halt to the photographic session. Jim pulled the sarong back to cover as much as it could and he called John to join us in the dunes. Jim told John that he would look after the girls for an hour and that John and I should have a little marital fun in the dunes. John was surprised at just how turned on I was and we fucked like rabbits for a full hour as the sun started to set.

Jim gave John a set of pictures from that session in the dunes, I have to admit they were great photographs and were from before he exposed me totally to his lens so I wasn't so embarrassed by John having those copy's. As time went on and the photographic course ended Jim kept up a friendship with my family and I, we went on many picnics together to Studland Bay and each time Jim and I ended up in the dunes with him taking photographs of me, and each time Jim went further, finger fucking me, eating me out, getting me to masturbate him, suck him off, then the actual act, he used a condom and fucked me with great skill and stamina. When John came to me in the dunes on that occasion he was surprised at just how wet I was and how open and wanting I was.

Jim was getting to be like a favourite uncle with the girls by now, and they were happy to be left with him entertaining them for the hour or two that John and I played together in the dunes. As we walked down from the dunes one day Jim was in the middle of photographing the girls, they were both in their panties instead of their swimsuits and Jim was posing them around a large sand castle they had built together. I didn't think too much about it Clare was twelve and Amanda was nine at this time, Clare was just starting to need a training bra as she was starting to develop breasts. Before the end of that summer we were all going nude on that beach the same as all the other people there and the girls loved it, John was over the moon with the whole nude thing too and he absolutely loved fucking me in the dunes after the photography sessions.

Jim was taking pictures using a tripod and radio remote control unit so that he could film me sucking his cock and him fucking me, one day when John was fucking me, Jim had left a classical cassette playing softly when John came to fuck me and Jim left us to it. I noticed that for the first time Jim had not taken his very expensive camera with him but it was still on its tripod, still pointing at the blanket placed on the sand for me to lie on. I could just make out the click-whir sound that the camera made as it took its pictures on remote and motor wind on.

The next time I saw Jim alone I asked him if I could see the pictures he had taken of John and I that day in the dunes, Jim lied and said the camera wasn't positioned properly and there were only pictures of a corner of the blanket and my head so he destroyed them. A few weeks later a friend visited me at work and handed me a piece of paper, it just had a web address on it, as soon as I got home I opened the site and was shocked to see a hundred pictures of my daughters in various states of undress, there were no pictures of them totally nude but there were pictures of Clare in the see through sarong I had once worn for Jim. I told Jim he wasn't welcome to visit us any more Clare was very upset at my decision and within three weeks she had lost her virginity, I only knew because I washed her panties, there is no mistaking the mess left behind by a girls opening sex.

I didn't ask her who it was but I was sure that Clare had been keeping in touch with Jim and it had probably been Jim that deflowered my daughter.

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