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JUST POSING PART 1 OF 2
"It's just for posing." Daddy looked hurt, that I had refused. The trouble was,
that's what Daddy always said, "It's just for posing." Look what happened to me.
It all started when I was about 11 or 12.
Momma got Daddy a camera for Christmas. Not just ANY camera though. My mother
had been running out of ideas of what to give Daddy for birthdays and Christmas,
when my father expressed an interest in photography.
As usual, when either Momma or Daddy buys the other one a present, Momma went
overboard. She didn't just get a GOOD camera; Momma had to get the best. Even at
that, she goofed. Not being sophisticated, Momma as- sumed that when you bought
a camera that expensive, you got a CAMERA. . . Ready to go.
After looking over Daddy's shoulders for almost three weeks, while he drooled
over this camera or that, Momma figured she knew which one Daddy liked, (Or at
least, which ones were acceptable.) So she ordered it; wrapped it; and placed it
under the tree. (Yes, she ORDERED it. Cameras THAT expensive you don't buy over
the counter; you order them from specialty shops.)
When Daddy opened the plain brown box, and found it contained the "dream
machine" of camera buffs, he al- most went wild with joy.
For almost 10 minutes Daddy spent fingering all the various features, loading it
with film, and general- ly planning his first shot.
Momma and I couldn't figure what was taking Daddy so long to get started. I
mean, the tree and our family were excellent starting subjects. So why didn't
Daddy just take some pictures and go on unwrapping pre- sentS. Still, Daddy kept
fiddling, looking through the box and instructions, as he became more and more
frantic about something.
This wasn't like my father. Usually he could figure most things out without
spending a lot of time reading instruction manuals. Finally, Daddy seemed to
give up. "Mel," he said, (Momma's real name is Mellissa, but nobody ever calls
her that, except Grandma.) "Where's the lens?"
Lens? Both Momma and I looked at Daddy, puzzled. "Isn't that it?" I said,
pointing to the black circle in the front; showing that I was just as ignorant
as my mother.
"Oh shit," said Daddy. He then explained to both of us that cameras like this
one had interchangeable lenses for different uses. Some for close-ups, and some
for taking pictures of things far away. Since each pho- tographer had different
ideas about what the perfect combination of lenses were, they sold the "body" of
the camera separate from the various lenses.
On cheaper cameras, they usually included a gen- eral-purpose lens with the
body; but on really expensive ones like this, they left it up to the buyer to
decide which one he or she really wanted. After all, it didn't make sense to
include a 500 to 1000 dollar lens that the buyer might never use.
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500 to 1000, for a "cheap" lens? Wow! I wondered how much a "good" one cost.
Almost half the price of the camera, I found out. Luckily, the camera store was
open that Christmas, (for returns, and sudden extra needs, just like ours).
Also luckily, they had two lenses that would fit Daddy's new jewel. The others
he had to order, just like Momma had ordered the camera itself.
By the time we left the store, (Paying in ad- vance for the two lenses Daddy
ordered.) we were carry- ing bags, film, tripods, lights, and other accessories
that made my parent's bank account poorer by over twice what Momma had paid for
the camera body. Momma's lips were pinched and sour. She had WANTED to get Daddy
some- thing expensive. This was FAR beyond what she had budgeted, however.
Still, Momma never suggested that perhaps Daddy should settle for a cheaper
combination of camera and lens. Momma loves Daddy.
I don't really remember what I got for Christmas that year. The camera took up
all our time. Daddy start- ed with pictures of the tree, us, the cats, our Christ-
mas dinner, me making a snow- man, the house, etc., etc. etc. Daddy must have
gone through five rolls of film that first day.
You might think that my father would lose inter- est after a day or so of this.
Nope. Mother DID pick the right gift for Daddy. From then on, you never knew
when you might be doing something, and there would be a bright flash as your
likeness was captured forever on film.
Daddy took pictures of me playing, the trees outside when it was frosty, the
neighbors, and anything and everything. Momma put her foot down though, when he
started to take a picture of her in her nightgown.
Still, she didn't object when he had me "pose" in my summer sun-suit, or my
bikini. As long as it was only "posing."
About three months later, Daddy got his first award.
We didn't even know Daddy was sending copies of his pictures off to various
magazines, until they an- nounced he had won.
Daddy's first award was for a picture of the frost-covered trees that winter. It
WAS beautiful. Strangely, that was the only award Daddy ever got for a nature-
picture. He collected many awards over the next few years, but they were all for
pictures of people.
The second picture that won an award for Daddy, was one of me.
I never even knew he took it. It was a picture of a cute little girl (me) lying
on a couch, sleeping. I looked so innocent, as back then my body was just begin-
ning to develop. I was wearing a short little mini-skirt that was all the rage
back then, but in my sleep the dress had crept up above my waist, exposing my
panties. It was so cute. You could tell that I had no idea what a spectacle I
made, with the tight little panties pulled up, so you could actually see the
indentation made by my plump little cunny-lips.
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It was innocently sexy, without being lewd or obscene. I've got to say, that
Daddy had great taste for posing. (He still does, for that matter.)
Only I wasn't posing in that picture. (I hadn't gotten into that yet.) I was
just a little girl sleeping and Daddy caught the pose just right.
After that award, Daddy started taking more pic- tures of me. Sometimes, he
would "pose" me for the pic- tures, but at first he seemed to do better just
catching me doing things naturally. Still, he improved all the time.
The picture that really started things though, was the one of me licking a
lollipop. This one Daddy did "pose" me for.
We must have worked for over an hour, before Daddy finally got the "pose" he
wanted, with me sitting; licking a big sucker that was almost as big as my hand,
while facing the camera, so you got just the hint of my panties up under the
short little skirt I was wearing.
When that picture got the big award, and even got posted in the local newspaper,
suddenly people started coming to see Daddy to have them take pictures of THEIR
children. Within a month, Daddy had quit his job, and was working as a
professional photographer.
It seemed that over half of Daddy's customers were men, who wanted him to make
THEIR little girls look so innocently sexy as I had. That old "pose" of a
little girl with a lollipop got pretty worn-out in the next few months, though
Daddy STILL gets an occasional request from somebody to "pose" his little girl
like that.
As I said, that was the start. After that first success, Daddy started trying
new "poses" on me all the time. Momma wasn't too happy about some of them,
especially the ones that showed a lot of bare-skin and panties, but she never
said anything.
There was a slight glitch, the first time Daddy took some nude pictures. (No,
not of me.) A nudist couple (or nature-lovers) wanted Daddy to take a family
photo, but of them nude. Daddy didn't mind; just charged them a little extra,
because he took more time to "pose" them than normal.
Never having worked with nude people before, it took Daddy a while to get the
lighting and "pose" just right. Full-frontal nudity, with genitalia of everyone
exposed, but not lewd or obscene, was quite a challenge. Still, Daddy managed,
and that was the start of him be- ing a nudist photographer.
The couple liked the picture so well, of them and their little girl, that they
recommended Daddy to all their friends. Well, one day the cops showed up at the
door, and arrested Daddy. It seems that some blue- nose at the studio where
Daddy had his film developed thought nude pictures of little girls were illegal,
so she called the cops.
It took almost a year before Daddy got all his equipment back, as the case was
thrown out of court by a judge who said, "Anyone who thinks award-winning pic-
tures of little girls were obscene, just because they were naked, has to be
sick." Still, Daddy lost a lot of negatives and his equipment was fairly badly
damaged, but the police never even gave him an apology.
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After that, Momma got Daddy an enlarger and photo-equipment for his birthday,
and Daddy made a dark- room in the basement, and did his own developing. After a
while, Daddy got so good he preferred his own work to the labs anyway.
The publicity he got for fighting the "nudist" case, made Daddy quite popular
among those people who preferred to go naked. So Daddy ended up going to a lot
of nude gatherings; quite often taking me and Momma along. He was also taking a
lot of nude pictures of me, by this time.
Daddy would quite often "pose" me for these pic- tures, and I appeared in a
quite a few publications like "Sun and Swim". I didn't mind, though. At first
Momma was a little upset at her little girl's naked body being displayed in
magazines all over the country. Daddy was almost as good at soothing Momma's
worries though, as he was at posing me. Each time Momma got a little upset at a
slightly more risqué pose, Daddy would point out that it wasn't all that
unusual, and he was able to back up his claims by showing pictures of other
girls in even more extreme positions than the one that bothered Momma each time.
Daddy must have had a lot of pictures of lit- tle naked girls; ranging from
innocently nude, all the way up to hard-core fucking. Of course, he never showed
Momma any of the hard-core ones at first. He led Momma (and me) along a step at
a time. Just nude at the start, without even my pussy showing. Then a hint of
pussy. Next, the crack showing. A few days later, full frontal nude. Next, my
leg lifted a littLe.
As I said, one tiny step at a time. The pro- gression was so smooth over several
months, that it was only when you compared the early pictures Daddy took, to
those several months later, that you could see how far we had gone.
There was something about my body that people seemed to like; at least those
people who bought nudist magazines, anyway. Daddy had a secret, that he kept for
many years. The reason I looked so fresh and innocent, yet so arousing, was very
simple: Daddy excited me, be- fore I "posed".
At first, it was just things like tickling, that got my body all heated and
flushed with excitement. Then when Momma complained about all the noise, Daddy
got a little more subtle. He'd stroke my body with his big hands, until I
shivered with excitement. Then, when my nipples were sticking out, he'd "pose"
me in various semi-erotic positions. Once he started taking nude pic- tures of
me, Daddy would usually go naked himself; ex- plaining to my mother that it
would be "less embarras- sing" to me, if I knew he was naked too. I don't know
about that, but knowing my father was taking sexy shots of my body while HE was
naked sure did a lot to make me look even more aroused than before.
Daddy pointed this out to Momma, and after a while she stopped objecting; even
when she saw Daddy sporting a huge erection. After all, this was even MORE
exciting to me, knowing my own father was getting turned on by my naked body.
At that time, (about 6 to 9 months after Daddy first got the camera,) I knew
about as much as any other 12 or 13 year old, so I wasn't completely ignorant
about sex. I knew where babies came from, and that my body was getting ripe, so
it could make them.
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Once I started having periods, seeing Daddy naked aroused me even more. Still,
you don't do sexy things with your own father do you?
Daddy did. About this time, the pictures he started making subtly changed. From
sexy pictures of an innocent little girl, my "poses" became increasingly
explicit. Daddy even started "feeling me up" to get me more aroused, before
"posing" me; sometime with my own finger hovering near my little crack.
The first time Momma caught Daddy with his fin- ger in my slit, she almost had
kittens. Still, Daddy talked her down, as he explained that it was necessary to
make me look properly aroused for the pictures he was taking.
When Momma objected that he shouldn't be taking "that kind" of pictures of his
own little girl, he showed her how most of our money was now coming in from him
taking just "that kind" of pictures of me.
Well, Momma still objected, but finally agreed that he could continue, as long
as I didn't get hurt, and the pictures didn't get much worse than what he had
already taken.
That was a mistake. Momma should have put her foot down, and insisted that Daddy
keep to the strictly nude pictures. By saying it was OK, as long as he didn't
get "much worse," Momma allowed Daddy to progress even further.
The next day, Daddy had me "pose" with my finger up my crack, while spreading my
legs. Since Momma wasn't there to object, I went along.
It was only about a week before Momma saw Daddy "posing" me with my legs spread,
and both hands groping between my legs. When Momma objected, he told her I was
"just posing" and they could make a lot of money, if I made it "look good", as
if I was really masturbating.
Momma looked suspiciously at my father, but finally agreed, as long as it was
"just posing."
That was the REAL start of my career in porn. From then on, whenever Momma
caught me or Daddy doing something particularly outrageous, Daddy would explain
that I was "just posing" and Momma would stop.
From masturbation and rubbing my developing tit- ties, it wasn't long until
Daddy had me rubbing my crack with first a vibrator, and then later a dildo.
Momma got red in the face, when she saw me rub my little slit with a big rubber
penis, but as long as Daddy assured her that I was "just posing" she didn't stop
me. Of course, Daddy's "warm-up" exercises had pro- gressed as well. From
feeling me all over, Daddy had progressed to feeling me up; in both ass and
cunt, until I was hot and flushed for the "poses."
Daddy kept assuring Momma that it was "neces- sary" to get me excited, so that
the people who looked at the pictures would believe I was really masturbating,
not just "posing."
Yeah, right. Daddy was just a horny old man, who liked to feel his daughter up.
Still, I didn't object either. I mean, if my own father and mother thought I was
doing the right thing by helping Daddy, then it didn't bother me to "act" like I
was getting off on it.
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After a few months, Daddy said he had some new clients, who would pay well for a
few slightly more ex- plicit shots.
Momma was a little suspicious of this, but agre- ed that maybe a LITTLE hint of
real sex wouldn't be all that bad, as long as it was just posing. Still, she
wanted to be sure it was just that: "posing" and not the real thing.
So Daddy had Momma take the pictures this time. He set them up, and had Momma
click the shutter when he said so. This way he was able to get into the picture,
and Momma could be sure we were "just posing."
Ha Ha! Some "posing." These pictures were the start of what was to become real
hard-core porno. Since I was under 13, it would be considered "kiddie-porn" now
though at the time, such a category didn't exist.
At first, it WAS just that: posing. Daddy would stand beside me, with a semi-
erect prick right near my mouth. If you were a REAL pervert, you might imagine
that I was about to suck Daddy off, but you needed a pretty good imagination.
Later, we did similar shots with Daddy between my legs.
It seems there were some funny rules at that time, where you could publish
pictures of people in sex- ual positions, but couldn't actually show
penetration, or ejaculation. Daddy had to jack-off a few times, be- fore we
"posed" together, so he wouldn't have an erec- tion that would get the
pictures busted.
The second time he did this, Daddy had a hard time getting off, until he reached
over and began feel- ing me up while he did it.
Momma looked daggers at Daddy, but didn't say anything, as it wasn't all that
much more than he had been doing previously to warm ME up. Daddy came in warm
squirts all over my leg, and Momma had to wipe it up be- fore we could
continue "posing".
It was the first time I actually saw my father's cum, but not the last.
After about a month of these kinds of shots, where Daddy would "pose" with his
prick next to my lit- tle cunny, ass, or mouth, the rules changed. Suddenly,
because of a law-change, or possibly because Daddy had new customers for his
pictures, penetration and ejacu- lation were no longer forbidden.
Daddy worked it up slow though. If he had rushed in, Momma would probably have
put her foot down, and the whole photo business with me would have probably
ground to a halt. I'm sure that If Momma had known Daddy's eventual aim, she
would have stopped him immediately; and maybe even filed for divorce.
Daddy knew that, and very carefully led us both along step by tiny step.
The first of these steps was when Daddy came on me, as we prepared for yet
another of those fake-fuck shots.
When Momma was going to wipe up the white splat- ter on my leg, Daddy stopped
her. "It looks more real- istic this way," he told Momma, "as if we really were
fucking. It makes the pose look more real, and I can probably get a lot more
money for it."
Well, what the heck. Momma figured that Daddy was already cumming on me almost
every time, so what did it hurt, if we took a picture of it?
continued in part 2...
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