Subject:     My First Nude Photoshoot 
Story Codes: mf oral exhib
Diary Date:  January 8, 2000 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary:

I was fourteen when I gave my first blow job.  From there is wasn't that big 
of a leap to losing my virginity after which I had sex with my boyfriend as 
often as possible.  When I found out he would be moving away, I wanted to 
give him something to remember me by.  I bet he still has some fond memories 
whenever he looks at the results of this day!

Table of Contents:  
   Chapter 1 – Getting Turned On  
   Chapter 2 – Photos by Sharon  
   Chapter 3 – More Than Just Nudes


Chapter 1 – Getting Turned On
=============================

It was the weekend after New Year’s Eve, just a few of months before my 
fifteenth birthday and I’d just learned that Steve, my boyfriend since 
summer, would soon be leaving.  His mom had been promoted and was being 
transferred to another state before the end of February.  Ever since I’d 
given my virginity to Steve, with the exception of a one-time fling with his 
brother that doesn’t really count; Steve was only boy to fuck me. Needless to 
say, it was a tough time for both of us when we learned the news.

As much as I was going to miss Steve, it was mostly just a physical thing as 
I was not romantically in love with him.  In fact neither of us ever even 
used the “L” word when it came to the two of us.  Sure, sometimes I would 
tell people I “loved” Steve, but it was more a sense of security in having a 
steady boyfriend who was always available to satisfy my “needs”.  I always 
assumed that it was something like that for Steve as well.  After all, I was 
under no delusions as to why he as dating a girl two years younger than him 
when half the girls in high school were literally throwing themselves at him.  
It certainly wasn't my glowing personality or astonishing good looks! While 
Steve never actually said so in words, I knew that the only reason he kept 
dating me was because I put out.  Thus I didn't feel guilty that this was 
also the main reason I dated HIM – was because he was always willing to 
satisfy MY needs as well.  Granted, I DID care deeply for Steve as a friend 
and I knew I would never forget the times we spent together.  After all, he 
was my “first” and nobody could do to me again what he did when he entered me 
for that first time.  But in the end, our relationship was just a mutually 
beneficial arrangement and really, at our age what was wrong with that?

Sharon was Steve’s younger sister, about my age and a good friend of mine.  I 
was going to miss her as well since we had so much in common.  Besides our 
coordinated tastes in music, clothes and such, we both lusted after her 
brother.   The only difference was that while I got to fuck him, she could 
only dream about it as he had no idea about her desires – nor did he ever 
appear to have the same desires for her.  Even so, our common interest in 
Steve had helped to create a tight bond between us.  After Steve would take 
me out I would tell Sharon everything we had done, in as much detail as I 
could remember. Sharon knew she would never actually be able to do these 
things with him herself, so listening to me was her way of satisfying her 
yearning for him.  More often than not we would both lie back in her bed and 
masturbate while I recounted in vivid detail how it felt when Steve fucked 
me. 

Mutual masturbation was no big thing for me.  Most of my friends liked to do 
it together and it was even something I shared with Kristi, my younger 
cousin.  It was only for our own pleasure though as I never even once 
seriously considered ever having sex with any of them back then.  Although 
when I look back I regret not taking advantage of some great opportunities, 
at the time we were totally into boys and masturbating together was just 
something we did as friends sharing a common erotic dream.

A couple of days after his mom’s “announcement”, I was over at their house to 
visit.  Just Steve and Sharon were home as their mom was out of town getting 
acquainted with her new job and doing some house-hunting while Jim, their 
younger brother, was out with some friends. The three of us were all in the 
family room watching TV with me sitting in Steve’s lap on the couch while 
Sharon was kicked back in her mom’s Lazy-Boy chair. They had all the cable 
channels, including some of the naughty ones, so Steve had it tuned it to a 
porn channel where this hunk of a guy with a cock like a horse was screwing a 
beautiful young girl with great tits who didn't look a day over sixteen 
(although I knew she must have been at least eighteen to be on this channel).  
I could feel Steve’s cock beginning to press up against my ass so I hugged 
him and teased him.

“Hey sexy guy, see something you like?” I whispered in his ear, “Does she 
turn you on more than me?”

Steve frowned at me saying, “Give me a break Kelly! Hell, you should start 
worrying when I DON’T respond.”

I wiggled my butt against his growing crotch, enjoying the feeling of his 
hardening cock. On the TV, I watched as another girl entered the room and 
started taking pictures of the first two.  

Steve whispered in my ear, “Hmmmmmm, that’s what I need, some pics of you all 
nice and naked to take with me so I can remember your sexy little body.”

I playfully slapped him. “You pervert, I’m not going to let you take nude 
pictures of me.  You’ll just show them to all your friends!”

“Would not!” he protested.

“Oh don’t give me that,” I said with a laugh, “Heck, knowing you, you'd 
probably post them on the Internet somewhere and then what would happen to 
me?”

“I promise I would never do that,” Steve said solemnly. “I mean it Kelly.  
I’m serious about wanting to have some naked pics of you.”

To my surprise, Sharon even weighed in at this point. “Oh c’mon Kelly, you’re 
such a little exhibitionist any other time.  I mean, it’s not much of a leap 
to go from wearing those little pieces of string you call a bikini and being 
nude.”

Well, she had me there.  The first time I wore my bikini last summer my dad 
took one look and whistled. “Damn girl,” he exclaimed, “Do they allow people 
to wear something like that at the pool these days? Maybe I need to get out 
more.”

Actually “they” didn’t since the bikini failed miserably to cover any part of 
my ass and there were only these small triangular patches over my nipples and 
pussy.  I only wore this one when I was sunbathing on our deck or at the 
state park lake swimming and water skiing.  My “public” one, the one I wore 
when a bit more decorum was required, was still pretty risqué but at least 
caused me to have a few tan lines.

Sharon sat up in her chair as she continued. “Besides, I’d love to help the 
two of you out.  You know I’ve always been a camera buff so what do you say - 
you pose, I take the pics, and then Steve masturbates to them! Sounds like a 
win- win-win to me!”

Actually the idea of posing in front of a camera nude was scary but yet 
exhilarating at the same time.  I’d thought about it at times when I saw porn 
mags and Internet sites but I’d never seriously considered the idea.  My 
parents took a lot of pictures of me as I grew up and though some of them 
were in my bikini or underwear, I was never fully nude in any of them. What 
worried me the most was what would happen to them afterwards.  I trusted 
Steve for the most part but he was still a guy and guys let the little head 
control the big head.   I could picture him in his new town making friends 
and bragging about the girl he fucked back home, then pulling out my pics to 
prove it.  Before you know it they’re on the Internet and can never be 
recalled.  I could picture twenty years later having my son is beating off 
while he looks at a young girl on the Internet, not knowing it is his own mom 
(or worse, knowing it is me!).

All this was running through my head as Steve ran his hand up the inside of 
my leg and pressed it into my crotch.  I was wearing jeans so he wasn’t 
getting a direct feel but I was sure he could feel the warmth of me on the 
other side of them.  He rubbed his hand on my pussy, pressing against where 
my clit was waiting for some attention. 

“So what do you say Kelly?” he asked, “I can tell from the heat of your pussy 
that you’re turned on.  C’mon... you know you want to do it!”

“OK,” I finally agreed, “But on one condition - they have to be nice ones.  I 
don't want to look like some slut or amateur like those I’ve seen on the 
Internet.”

Sharon took her cue and bolted from her chair. “Hold on a second, I’ll be 
right back!”

Both Steve and I exchanged glanced, not sure what she was up to now.  With 
Sharon, it could have been darn near anything! While she was gone, I sat next 
to Steve and started to rub him through his jeans. 

“You sure you want Sharon to take my pics?” I asked him. “What if you want to 
take some of me sucking you or even you fucking me? Do you want her around 
for that?”

Steve started to answer, “Why not? She IS my sister and...” he was 
interrupted by Sharon’s return.

She was holding a couple of outfits.  “Here Kelly, we are the same size so 
these should fit you.  My mom and I went shopping before Christmas and she 
bought them for me. ” she said holding the first one up, “What do you think 
of this one?”

It was a sheer white sheer dress with a full lace front, long sheer sleeves 
and a sheer skirt.   Obviously it was meant to wear a full slip underneath 
but I didn't see any such a thing with her. It was pretty though and I 
imagined it would look sexy on me.

“Wow Sharon, that looks great!” I exclaimed.

“Well if you liked that one, then you should really like the next one,” 
Sharon said as she beamed at me.  She then pulled out a peach colored dress 
with a sheer skirt and strapless tight midriff held up by thin spaghetti 
straps.  It was beautiful! Like the white one, this one HAD to have a slip 
underneath to be decent but again, Sharon hadn’t brought one.

“I only wore this to one party.” She explained, “I bet you would look so hot 
in it girl!”

Sharon looked around the family room.  “Ugh, this is the worst place in the 
world for a photo studio.  Hey, let’s go up to the living room.  I’ll get my 
camera and meet you guys there.”

Steve and I went upstairs to their formal living room.  By formal, I mean the 
type where nobody goes in unless important guests are being entertained.  I 
never liked it as it was overdone by my tastes but it was easy to see why 
Sharon wanted to use it. I figured she had her eye on a set of beautiful 
sheer purple curtains that covered one wall.  They were very light and 
elegant looking as well as being sheer.


Chapter 2 – Photos by Sharon
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Sharon came in with a fancy 35mm camera, a monstrous flash and several 
lenses.   She looked around the room and put some pretty pillows on the floor 
along with a light blanket for me to be on.  She directed Steve to move some 
of the lamps to improve the lighting.  It was starting to look like a 
professional photoshoot! She even had a light meter that she used to check 
out the final setup.  Frowning at what she was reading, she told Steve to 
drag in another lamp from a bedroom to add more light. “Because I hate using 
a flash if I can avoid it, that’s why.” I heard her saying to Steve, “She’ll 
have red-eye and the whole picture ends up with this amateurish look to it.  
C’mon, I want these to look nice for you!”

The two of them had been so busy setting up the scene that they never noticed 
I had slipped out to change into my first outfit.  I decided to start with 
the white dress.  I wasn't wearing a bra or panties so you could just make 
out my darker nipples through the lace front.  The dark outline of my pussy 
was clearly visible through the skirt (I wasn't shaving yet at that age).  I 
picked up a silly stuffed toy dinosaur in the bedroom I had changed in and 
brought it with me as sort of a security blanket.

Sharon turned around just then and finally noticed me.  She grinned and poked 
her brother, “Hey guy, get an eyeful of your slutty girlfriend!”

Steve twisted his head around and his eyes widened as he saw me standing 
there.   The light from the other bedroom was behind me and I knew he must 
have had a great view of my body silhouetted under the dress.  Steve just 
stared at me while Sharon giggled and led me to where she wanted me to stand.  
She did another check of the lighting, her camera, and even fixed up my hair 
a bit.   If I had known I was going to be doing this I would have done 
something more with it.  Instead it was just hanging straight down to a few 
inches below my shoulders.  Oh well, somehow I didn't think that Steve was 
going to mind much how my hair looked in these pictures.

Standing there barefoot, nothing on except this dress that wasn’t hiding very 
much, I was suddenly struck by my situation and just a moment I had 
butterflies in my belly.  What would Steve do with these pictures when he 
moved? Who else would see them? What would happen if they got out and 
everyone in school saw them? Most of all, how would I look? I didn’t think I 
had a bad body for my age but I wasn’t under any delusions of being a Playboy 
Playmate. I was still pretty skinny and my boobs weren’t anything to brag 
about, to say the least! Sharon must have seen the apprehension in my face.

“Relax Kelly!” she told me. “Try having some fun with this.  You look 
absolutely beautiful.”

Steve sat down in a chair and watched as Sharon played fashion photographer.   
First she took some shots of me standing up including some with the silly 
stuffed dinosaur I had found.  Apparently they both thought it made me look 
“cute” holding it, which was enough for me to want to put it down. Then she 
directed me to sit down and she took some more.  There was a peach piece of 
sheer material that had been hanging over the back of the couch for 
decoration which I held up to give the scene some color.  She finished up the 
first roll of film and reloaded it quickly.  When that roll was finished she 
told me to change while she changed rolls and lenses. 

I went back into the bedroom and changed to the peach colored dress.  Again I 
had nothing underneath and it wasn’t like the dress hid anything! We sort of 
went through the same routine as before in terms of shots taken.  This time 
though, as I lay back against a pillow as Sharon got a little more 
adventuresome in her directions.

“Ok Kelly, slip that top down just a bit.  Show some nipple.”

Somehow I had a feeling this was going to eventually happen and even though I 
knew it, I still wasn't truly prepared.   I looked at Steve and he was just 
smiling, enjoying the show.  It was one thing to have my pic taken in see-
thru dresses, basically no different than my dad taking pictures of me in my 
thong bikini or ultra-short cutoffs.  But it was still a major step to go 
from letting someone photograph me ALMOST showing off everything to ones 
where I was actually doing it.  I was getting pretty horny by now and my 
caution was draining so I inched down the top until it was just below the 
nipple on my right breast.  Sharon quickly snapped a couple of shots and then 
encouraged me to keep going.   I shrugged and pulled the entire top down 
until it revealed both of my breasts (or at least what little bit I had). 
“Click!” went the camera over and over as Sharon captured my bare tits from 
all angles.  In a few shots I pretended to be asleep, giving the impression 
that somehow my top had slid down while I was asleep and now whoever was 
seeing me was getting an eyeful of something forbidden.  It felt strange to 
have Sharon taking pictures of me like this.  We had seen each other nude 
many times and as I mentioned, even shared masturbation sessions but now it 
was more personal, more erotic.  I wondered to myself what would happen if it 
were just the two of us in the room right then.  Would she make a move on me? 
I closed my eyes as dreams of forbidden pleasure began to form in my mind.

“Kelly, wake up!” Sharon teased, “I didn’t realize this would be so boring 
for you.”

I put the thoughts about Sharon out of my mind, for the moment at least, and 
I stood up again thinking that was going to be the end. To my surprise Sharon 
told me to wait in the bedroom, that she had one more outfit for me to try 
on.  I wondered what it was going to be this time.  She was back in a minute 
with the sheerest nightshirt I had ever seen! It was like wearing something 
from a fairy story.  I couldn’t help but wonder where she got it and whom she 
wore it for! As Sharon shot off some another couple rolls of pictures Steve 
just sat there and stared at me.  Actually I would have been disappointed if 
he hadn’t since the outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination.  He licked 
his lips now and then and generally looked like he was enjoying himself 
immensely.  I also noticed something else was immense as well.  Somehow I had 
a feeling I was going to get a very special fucking tonight! 

Sharon shot the lost shot in the roll and I got up to get dressed.  Sharon 
saw me starting to leave and called me back.

“Wait Kelly! I have a few more rolls left I wanted to use up!” she said to 
me.   Then she turned to Steve and asked, “So what do you want her to wear 
now my horny brother?”

Steve got this devilish look and I knew the answer before it came.  “Well, if 
I get to choose then I would say nothing – I want some nudes!!”

Even though I knew he would say it, I was still hoping that somehow at the 
last minute he would surprise me and say something unexpected like, “That's 
OK. The pictures you have taken are all I want.” Well, now I was on the spot.  
We were all hornier than hell and I couldn't help but get turned on even more 
at the thought of showing myself off to my boyfriend and his sister.  Growing 
up in a home where nudity was considered natural more than erotic, I didn’t 
mind letting people see me nude. Logic was not exactly controlling my actions 
at this point.  After spending the past hour modeling several outfits, which 
were basically transparent, making the transition to full nudity wasn't as 
big a step as it could have been.  I had felt so sexy posing I could only 
think how much more so it would be if I was fully naked.  Even a sheer gown 
provides some security whereas being nude eliminates everything. Now it would 
be just me with nothing to hide behind.  I had seen porn magazines before and 
had always dreamed of being sexy enough to be photographed like that and now 
it was happening! I slipped of the sheer nightshirt and stood there in front 
of the camera nude.  Sharon quickly snapped a shot before I realized what she 
was doing.

“Go girl,” she encouraged me, “Show me what you’ve got.”

Suddenly I felt a bit shy as she started snapping pictures of me.  I took a 
piece of sheer red material and drape it over me as I rolled around on the 
floor and then played with it.  All the while Sharon was snapping one shot 
after another of me.  I didn’t get too slutty – no close-up crotch shots, I 
kept my legs together, and so forth.  We also stuck to poses without any 
sexual acts such as masturbation or intercourse - I wanted to show a little 
class during my first nude photo-shoot!

I noticed that all the while Steve was watching me and rubbing himself 
through his jeans.  Hmm, was he going to whip out his cock and start playing 
with it in front of Sharon? I couldn't help but wonder what he would do if he 
knew Sharon’s secret desire for him and how much she wanted her big brother 
to fuck her.  Oh well, some guys just aren’t into that and Steve was one of 
them.


Chapter 3 – More Than Just Nudes
================================

“Last roll is full,” Sharon announced. “That’s a wrap folks!”

Steve clapped and finally came over from his chair.  I don't know how he was 
able to walk with his cock swelled up so large but he managed.   He hugged me 
and we kissed while Sharon watched.

“Ok guys, get a room!” Sharon said in a teasing manner.

Steve was up to it to her teasing though. “Anything you say sis!” he 
retorted.

With that he picked me up in his arms and carried me off to his bedroom.  I 
looked back at Sharon as we left the room and smiled at her.  I could see her 
silently saying, “Good luck Kelly!” as she watched with hungry eyes, wishing 
she was in my place.

Steve threw me onto his bed.  I laid in the center spread-eagle, offering 
myself totally to him.  Whatever he wanted right then I was ready to give 
him, anything at all if that’s what it took to feel him violating me, 
satisfying the hunger that was raging in me for his cock.  I watched as Steve 
stripped off his clothes, revealing his cock that was standing out straight 
from his body like a telephone pole.  I felt my heart skip a beat knowing 
that it was that way because of me, knowing that it was me that was going to 
drain it of cum later that night.  Steve was nude now and approached me.  God 
I wanted him.  All I could think about was bad I wanted Steve to fuck me!!!

Suddenly I heard a loud “click” and looked over to see Sharon standing in the 
doorway with her camera! Steve was also looking at her and seemed a bit 
perturbed at first.

“Sharon!,” Steve cried out, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh come on big brother,” she said with a coy smile on her face, still 
snapping pictures as she talked, “You know you want some shots of you fucking 
her so just shut up and fuck her.”

Steve looked at me and I winked at him.  Suddenly the thought of being 
photographed like a porn movie scene sounded damn sexy and I felt myself get 
even wetter than I was already.  We both went at it like Sharon wasn't even 
there while she shot roll after roll of pictures (so much for the “last roll” 
before!).  I had several incredible orgasms as I was especially stimulated 
from the knowledge that Sharon was watching her brother fuck me.  It wasn't 
like it was the first time she had seen us together but it WAS the first time 
Steve knew about it.  I wondered what must have been going through her mind 
as she watched us.  She was probably dreaming it was her in my place if I 
knew her.  Well, it was certainly turned out to be a night to remember for 
all of us and thanks to Sharon, one we could all remember it now in living 
color!

Later when I returned home I told my mom about what I had done over at 
Steve’s house.  I figured she wouldn't approve of it but to my surprise she 
thought it was a great idea. In fact, she told my dad about it who then got 
out his camera and asked if he could take some of me as well so I would have 
something to remember myself by when I got older. It felt a little weird at 
first posing nude for my father but it wasn't like he had never seen me nude 
- I even masturbate when he is around.  Even so, there was something about 
posing for him that seemed more personal.  Once I got started I quickly got 
over my discomfort and it became a regular thing for us.  Sometimes I would 
even pretend to tease him by touching myself or acting a bit seductive.  He 
was always a good sport about it and never chastised me for being naughty.  
It wasn't until a year and a half later that I learned he did more than just 
save these pics for me! The truth is, if I HAD known I probably would have 
been even naughtier!

THE END

P.S. I get a lot of requests for the photos that Sharon took of me.  
Remember, I was 14 at the time so sending the nude ones over the Internet 
could get me in a lot of trouble.  Please do not ask me for them so I don’t 
have to explain again why I can’t. 
