Two Women Came To My Door, And It Changed Their Lives

[EroticWriter]

Two Women Came Came to my Door, and It Changed Their Lives.

By EroticWriter



Readers, if you are seeing two of these stories posted, pick the other one. I accidentally got it in twice, and the other version has more text. If you are not seeing a photo, that is probably because you have not 'joined.' Members get to see the photo, if there is one. EW

In the late 1960s

The only thing that kept Donna from knowing that my dick was dripping was the fact that I was standing waist-deep in my swimming pool. “Now pull your shoulders back so it raises your tits. That's nice, wait while I get this shot... (click).

Note readers" Though I have included a photo of a stacked and beautiful gal, even she does not measure up to the real gal I have named 'Donna." I no longer have negatives or color transparancies that I took of the real gal, but I could scan and use a photo of her from one of my magazines. The quality would be down, but you could see the real gal. But if I did that, I would be kissing and telling, and that is not nice. So I can't use a real photo. Sorry.

Donna's breasts did not need her shoulders pulled back to be up, but with the pullback, it made them stand further out and proud. Those Ds would turn into a D plus.

“That's great Donna, now hold that pose a little longer while I move over here.” My Rolleiflex twin lens camera loaded with Kodachrome color film was hanging around my neck with a strap, and in addition I was also carrying an Ultrablitz strobe in my left hand. 12 two and one quarter inch square photos to a roll could be taken, and I was making every shot count.

Those shots, two and one quarter square, could be blown up into a three feet square photo if desired and still not go grainy in quality. But my photos rarely got that big unless I gave a special model, maybe one I had fucked previously, a portrait shot mounted on paper firm enough to stand alone.

Most of my photos, color or black and white, would go into a nude magazine, and almost every page, sometimes 60 to a magazine, would be filled with nude photos minus whatever text I might dream up to give the viewer something to read, if he wanted to read.

The stories, such as they were about nudism or made up about the girl, were cost savers for us. They took up space that did not have to be filled with a photo. Of course, in those days, the stories could not be pornographic, though most of these photos were probably jacked off to.

We, or me if I was the one putting out a magazine, could not afford to do a full color magazine. It cost $100 to make a four color transparency in those days. One 'transparancy could be used to create one color shot within a page, or full size edge to edge. So a 60 page magazine might only have ten colors shots in it, sometimes less, and the rest black and white.

What is a four color transparancy you might ask? It was a clear piece of plastic like material that had the entire photo imprinted on it in one color, like red. Hold it up like an X-ray and you could see through it and see the outline of anything in the photo. Then a second clear page could be placed over it, that one in green. The third page would be yellow, and with the three overlying each other, you would have a full color photo.

It was that fourth color that set off a published color photo from the average. The fourth color was black, yes, just black lines on the sheet, that when overlaid on top of the other three, made all the difference. That fourth layer, in black, is what made everything in the photo have sharp edges, look crisp and make it look even more in focus.

All my magazines used four colors, but it cost a lot to create a nude magazine, and there was never any advertising. Advertising is where publications make their money. Take away the ads, and you had better have lots of sales off the racks.

Finding a model and paying her fee, if any, was probably the cheapest part of creating a magazine. There was the cost of film, maybe the cost of going to a location, maybe a motel, gas, developing the film, paying someone to do the magazine layout if you could not do it yourself. On and on, and the model would wonder why we paid them 'only' $50 for a half-day shoot. Hippy girls cost less.

Still, the demand was so high for photos of naked ladies in those days, and sometimes men, that sales were brisk. There were 'dirty book stores' everywhere, in almost any major city. Subscriptions were sold too, but low in number.

This was the late 1960s, there was no internet, and publishing fuck photos could still get you busted. A bare pussy with the lips showing? We could do that now, hair or no hair. A cock hanging down? That too. A hard cock? Well, sometimes, if it wasn't too obvious like in the back of a group shot. Usually, never, not in those days.

Don't get the idea that because a gal poses nude that she is an easy fuck. Not the professional models. They would fuck, yes, if the circumstances were right. If the photographer was nice, and if she was turned on by him. Most photographer's did not qualify. I did, usually, but I only tried the models that turned me on, and when I did, I was rarely turned down because I knew in advance, I could sense it, if she was attracted to me.

The other gals, the non-pros, they would come to California from wherever, Utah, Ohio, anywhere and get here maybe by hitching. When the money ran out, they would end up in a 'crash pad' in Hollywood or the Valley where sometimes one person paid the rent, maybe, and ten people, sometimes more, slept wherever they could lie their head.

There were nude models, young, pretty, well built models coming out of the woodwork, and I was using new ones every week. The word would get around, one of my cards would be passed, and I would get a call.

I would go for an interview, and if she looked good enough, (They usually did, a tit is a tit, a pussy is a pussy, and hopefully the face is nice) I would arrange to shoot them as soon as possible, sometimes the same day. You might not believe this, readers, but sometimes those women, girls really, when they took it off for me, that was their first time to be nude in the light in front of a male, and standing up.

It was also their first time to fuck a man who, up until that time they had never even talked to before. Yes, on occasion, I fucked them right there, right after meeting them. Of course they had to be clean.

Why so quick, to photograph them? Besides the fact that they might be here today and on their way to Haight-Asbury in San Francisco tomorrow, I needed to shoot them, if they were new, soon as. I needed to get my photos of her submitted to a publisher before some other photographer beat me to it.

That happened sometimes, and when I went in to sell my photos and the publisher would pull the photos of the model he had already bought from some other photographer, I could readily see on those contact sheets that my photos were of a much better quality then what they had already bought, but that didn't matter. The publisher already had photos of the 'hippy' and mine might go unsold.

I had enough outlets though, plus myself, to make a good living. I lived in a nice home, and drove a very nice car plus a Toyota Land Cruiser with giant tires and was equipped to go anywhere.

This model, Donna, had already been used by a few photographers before me, but I had something else in mind. I told her that I was going to make her the feature model of one of my magazines, put a hot photo of her on the cover, and run a spread of ten or twenty pages inside using just her on those pages, and in every other page, (I didn't say right out) there would be a pussy shot.

Donna was not her real name, but she had became known by that title. I would put her name right on the cover, I promised. 'Special Issue Featuring Donna, the most popular model on the West Coast.'

I would give her several copies of this magazine I promised, and she liked that. This gal was special, and in a way I had exclusive and rare photos of her now. My magazine would sell.

I was standing in my pool facing the nicest looking model I had used in the past months, and as she sat on the edge of the pool with her legs folded up at the knees and almost touching her D cups, her pussy was completely visible to me, and my lens.

Pubic hair? Yes, she had some, brown, soft and nicely trimmed, but it was still thick enough to hide her slit in most poses, unless she allowed me to get her in some opened pose. Donna was allowing me to do it. For me, and me only, she was opening those legs.

I was being careful though, to not 'overdo it.'

“Turn your face this way Donna and...no, don't smile this time, just look into my camera as if you are saying, 'I want you.' “Yes, the bottom lens, look directly into that one.” On a twin lens Rolleiflex, the photographer sees his subject through the top lens, and the bottom lens is the one ******* to the film.

Her face was shadowed some since she was seated sideways to the warm summer sun, so I needed to use my flash fill.

I held the strobe up and pointed it at her at the same time I looked down into the opened viewer on top of the Rollei. Focus....perfect. (Click and instant flash). Her pussy, sitting in the shadows created by her thighs, had been nicely illuminated.

My readers would be able to see her pussy, the slit, and a little ways within because of that flash fill.

Since my Ultrablitz strobe was attached to the camera by a coiled cord, it would automatically flash each time I tripped the shutter. Half power I usually used, rarely the full power, and that Ultrablitz always did the job, day or night.

That shot, perfectly posed and illuminated, would come out perfect, as all my photos did. Over the years I had it down to a finely-honed system. Using a flash gun in the daylight,' you ask? I used a flash in almost every shot I did in the sun, because I would turn my models away so they were never facing into the sun, which would make them squint, and the lack of shadow would take away the feeling of 'depth' in the photo.

No, turn them this way or that, put some shadow under their eyes, their chin, their tits, take the photo with the flash, using just enough power, maybe half, and just the right distance away, maybe five feet, and there would still be some shadow for detail and depth, but subtle.

I knew what I was doing. I could rack up 50 rolls a day, twelve shots per roll, and every shot would be perfectly posed and illuminated. One Rolleiflex would be loaded with Kodak Plus X black and white, and while using it, if I came up a particular shot that would be worthwhile doing in color, I would switch to the other camera.

“That's it, baby, a perfect shot. You looked really hot. Now let's take a break.”

“This is about the easiest modeling job I've ever had,” Donna said softly as she allowed her legs to drop into the water and getting them wet almost to the knees. “You make it seem so natural and relaxed.”

She was sitting on the blue colored cement on the edge of my pool, and her pussy lips and butt cheeks were touching on or near cement that had been touched by many pussy lips and butts that had gone before.

“Do you mind if I get down into the pool,” she asked? I could see a hint of shiny sweat showing now on the top of her breasts, those lovely globes.

“Go ahead baby. I know it's hot. Get in up to your tits if you want, but don't get your hair wet. I want a few shots on the diving board. Another ten minutes of shooting and you can get in the pool over your head if you want because we'll be done.”

“Yes, I want to do that, to cool off and since your water is so clean I won't need to take a shower afterward...” she giggled.

I was thinking and hoping that 'afterward' would be after sex.

“All my models love this pool. When I use my pool to do nude photography, it's nice to just take it easy.” and since you came over in your own car, I can just sit and relax after you're gone.” Unsaid for right now, 'you can spend the night if you like.'

Of course every time I used a new model or maybe a nude couple in my yard, I would have to change things around. My 'Tiki' hut' in one session became an outdoor bar b Q, in another shoot it had been converted to look like a bar.

Also, on each side of that Tiki Hut were two palm trees, low palms, and their leaves came just down to the roof and a bit lower. It looked nice in photos.

The diving board also, had been painted a wood color at first, then later I had put a light coat of blue on it, and after that, I had installed a mat made of rope like material that ran the length.

Towels would be changed. A red one with one gal, blue with another. I would put up plastic animals and such in the little lawn in one part of the yard. Anything so that I could keep using my pool and not look repetitive. Still, I suspect, not many men would be looking at the background in the photo, but I did, I cared.

I checked my watch. “It's just past two. You've got two hours in counting the little lunch we had, so I'm happy with what we've done today. There's no need to hurry for those final photos unless you need to get somewhere...” I looked at her.

If Donna indicated that she might be willing to hang around after the session was finished, I would probably end up fucking her. But this was a professional model, and I was paying her higher than my usual fee that I gave the hippy type girls that were so readily available from over in Hollywood.

My time was valuable, but so was Donna's time. Since Donna was such a gorgeous woman with firm not plastic D cups, small waist and great legs and oh what an ass, she could pretty much command her fees and tell the photographer what she would and would not show as she posed.

Like I said, Donna had been used now by several Hollywood area photographers, but I had seen the shots taken by most of them, and very few had any that gave the viewer a good look at her delicious-looking snatch.

But I had managed to get over half-a-dozen good shots of her pussy in an opened position, seated with her back against a folding lawn chair that would go flat on the deck, standing with legs wide apart, on her back at the edge of the pool with one leg hanging over into the water, and that last one with her legs drawn up, which in the process had in effect, pulled her pussy lips opened for me, and I had been right there, at just the right height and angle to get the shot.

All of those photos of her opened crotch had an element in them, something I had done that made them more valuable. She had been looking into the camera in every shot. Not, 'look here, the photographer snuck a shot of my pussy while I wasn't looking at him.'

No, my photos were, 'Here's my pussy, viewer, and this photographer got me to show it for you.'

She knew that I had them now, photographs of her that probably were more revealing than any seen so far. For a gal like her, I had my own nude magazines I sometimes published free-lance, maybe one every three months or so. Donna had seen my work and liked it, and she seemed to like me.

Hence, she had allowed me free access to her hot snatch, on film that is. Could I score in other ways? I hoped to find out. Normally, by now, after over an hour's work with a model, I would have already fucked her if she was nice enough to qualify and willing. Most of them were willing, at least for me.

And when I took my models to the beach, or a nudist camp, or off to the Sierras to do some shooting in the Alabama hills below Mt Whitney, the highest mountain in the 48, I was always nude along with my models. I knew where it was safe to take nude shots, and in the process, be nude myself. I believed in the product I was selling you see, nudism.

Of course my home in the San Fernando Valley was the most convenient. I didn't have to take long drives, or pay for motels overnight, and just over there, through that sliding glass door was my king-size bed. My huge master bedroom looked out over the pool on which I had raised the block wall higher with redwood and green plastic sheeting after I had purchased the home.

Even the master bath looked out over the pool. You could come out into the yard directly from the bedroom though the sliding door, or you could enter the bathroom from inside the bedroom, and if you wanted, come right on through the bath and out into the yard through another door at the end of the bathroom.

Yes, there were three doors from my home to the backyard pool. The living room, the bath, and the slider on the master bedroom.

That separate bath entrance was really convenient for my models. They could go from the yard right into the bath and do their thing, hair, makeup, pee, drain my cum, whatever, and not have to go into or though my bedroom.

Nice.

It was a nice day. The temperature was nice, the sun too. My model was nice, very. And I was feeling nice, nice enough to give this gal the fucking of her life (I hoped) if I could score.

The doorbell rang. What? My bell never rings. I live on a city street yes, but my street is in an upper middle-class neighborhood and has big lots with the houses fairly far apart. I have made it a point not to know the neighbors so they leave me alone for obvious reasons.

So who's at the door? Maybe some previous model who had her hippy boyfriend take the modeling money she got from me and then he used it to buy drugs and now she wants more work for more money so he can take it away from her again.

My models rarely had a car, and if they did, they did not remember usually, how to get back to my house. So who could it be?

I still had one Rolleiflex hanging around my neck, and putting on a very small bathing suit, just big enough to cover my cock and hair, but no not a speedo, it had a full covering over my ass, I headed to the door.

With only a few inches of shiny material covering my inches, I opened it. There they were, my next models. No, not really, it was an older woman, I estimated maybe thirty-five, and a gal that might only be eighteen, barely. Mother and daughter? I didn't know.

They had some soft bound published material in their hands, or rather the older woman did, and you guessed it, no they were not Jehovah's Witnesses, they were Mormons on a mission.

I was standing there looking out, my body still wet on the lower half from the pool, the camera still hanging from my neck, and down there, my cock, almost showing through a tight suit that was now partly wet and as the water soaked into it, making things show nicely.

Readers, you are reading a TRUE STORY.

I don't look bad even today, but in those days, after working out lifting for a few years and also a few years of karate, I looked good, flat waist, muscled shoulders chest and arms, etc. I was 30, and looked younger in the face.

They, mostly the older one, looked embarrassed and blushed. The younger one, I noticed, had a very slight smile on her face, and she looked down there for a minute before her eyes raised to my face. I knew what they planned, but I asked, because I was enjoying this. “May I help you?”

They, regardless of how I was dressed, or maybe undressed, went into their spiel. The older one that is. I was hearing about the Mormon faith, and I interrupted. “Well, as you can see, I'm taking some photos, but I am almost done and you are more than welcome to come in and wait and watch until I am through and then we can talk. It won't be more than five minutes.”

Actually, those final shots I had planned would take ten minutes plus seduction time, but I wanted them to come in. I was giving up maybe fucking something Heavenly in the process, but I had already decided I was going to have Donna over for another day and soon, like tomorrow.

This could be very interesting. Never before done. I was on a mission now to see what I could do with women on a mission.

Amazingly, they came in. Maybe they felt there was strength in numbers, their numbers. “Come back this way, and if you like, you can sit on one of the lounge chairs while I finish up.”

“By the pool,” the younger girl asked, speaking for the first time as her eyes focused past the gold couch and lounge seats in the living room and went out the huge sliding wall?

“Yes, by the pool. The right side by the Tiki Hut is getting into the shade now.” They had seen Donna over on the left now and had stopped with their legs in mid-step. Donna was sitting on the edge of the diving board, her legs hanging towards the water, her shoulders sort of pulled back, and those fantastic breasts front and center.

“Would you like, can I get you a soft drink, some iced tea or something,” I asked as I saw them staring with wide eyes at the naked woman sitting so shamelessly in my yard?

“No, we just came from having lunch at House of Pies,” the younger one answered. The nearest House of Pies I knew of was over in Reseda, a few miles away, and I wondered what had brought them on out here.

“OK. I'll just be a little while, and if you two want to use the pool, you are more than welcome.” I smiled at Donna, who was smiling at me and enjoying how ornery I was being, I think she had picked up instantly on who they were once she saw their written material.

I went back to my 'professional' mode: “Donna,” I said, winking at her, “let's take just a few more shots and I'll be done, and can you come back tomorrow for an hour or so? Your usual rate will apply and I'll throw in some gas money for coming out here and buy or give you lunch.”

“That will be fine,” Donna answered with a big smile as she stood up on the board, her full, luxurious body now showing naked and looking hot. And for me, no, I think not for me, she placed her feet wide apart and stood sideways on the board, and pulling her arms back, said, 'This can be your first shot.”

I would be getting that shot from on the deck, down low and below her, she and her pussy.

“That shot will be great. Hold that pose while I get my other camera. As for tomorrow, is eleven OK, before it gets real warm?” I was never an early riser.

“Eleven is perfect for me. I can stay and enjoy your pool until the evening if that's alright with you?”

Bingo! “Perfect! I'll keep the afternoon open.” She was giving me that look, and I knew, tomorrow we would be fucking. Playing around the pool enjoying the water and sun, taking pictures, fucking, more pool, more fucking. And those two women? They were listening.

I got that first shot with the sun over her left shoulder and using some flash fill. “One more.” I had taken the first one from a few feet away, getting not just her but the front half of the board and the pool under.

Now I was going to get that second one, from her thighs up and only the sky behind her. And her pussy, oh it was so open. I got it, and then suggested one more like that. “Get down into the water and get yourself wet up to the top of your tits.”

I had said 'tits' in front of the two women.

Donna stepped off the board and used the aluminum ladder to lower herself down into the deep end of my pool, where the board was located, and dipped her body as deep as she could without getting her face wet. All the while, I held her long brunette hair up out of the water.

“Now get back up there...”

And this shot was oh so wild readers. She was looking down at me, into the camera lens, her hands on her hips and an ornery come-hither look on her face. And down below was her pussy, and it had water dripping from her hair, and those lips, both shiny sets.

“Just one more.” Yes, I took two, from the thighs up and her looking at me with a different expression in each. Again, those women saw what I was getting.

I posed her on that board for a few more shots since I had not used it with her as yet. The rest were sexy but not real revealing. I didn't want to completely shock my two women, no, not yet.

Then Donna said it, and I think she said it because of those two women and wanting to see their faces.
“Aren't you going to remove your suit, like before?”

“Oh, yeah.” And I pulled my suit off, revealing my four and one half inch soft normal in the warmth of the sun uncircumcised cock. I needed to drop the suit somewhere, and of course in the process pass by my two new women naked. I turned to take the suit over to a table in front of the Tiki Hut and laid it down. I didn't look in their direction, but I knew they had to be staring.

“Pretend like you are about to jump off the board.” As Donna stood on the board and posed, at one point raising her arms as if to 'take aim,' I took maybe half a dozen shots, four of them in black and white. “OK Donna. That will about do it. Can you show yourself out?”

She giggled. “Soon as...” and she headed into the bathroom that outside door. She had left her clothes and makeup and clothing bag on the bed, the bed that I had hoped to have her on, but had deliberately put off until tomorrow.

The I remembered something, but first, those two women I was 'neglecting'; “If you gals want, you can get into the pool.”

The younger one pretended not to be seeing my nudity as she glanced at the older and said, 'We don't have our suits.”

I frowned, like that was something silly. “Suits? We don't wear suits in this pool. Clothing is not sanitary in the pool. But if you want, you can go down to panties and bra, I'll accept that much.” Waving casually and knowing my dick was swinging a little as I turned, I went over and into the bathroom and Donna was seated on the toilet.

I walked right up to her, and she smiled. “I almost forgot to pay you...” I began.

Now my cock was maybe two feet from her mouth, the closest so far it had been to that region of her body. I saw her almost study it before she looked up. I think it was dripping again.

“That's alright. You can catch it tomorrow and add it to my fee. I trust you.”

“I guess you have heard from some of my models...” I began.

“Yes. I heard you can be trusted.”

I had worked for that reputation. I fucked my models yes, some of them, But I never pushed, and I treated them well, and paid fair, and my checks were professionally printed with my business on them and came out of a ring folder, and they were good.

“What are you up to with those two women,” she asked, giggling?

“I'm not sure. It just seemed like a challenge. This might be fun.”

“Will you let me know tomorrow, what happens?”

“You'll be the first to know, but I usually never 'kiss and tell.'

“Yes, but I already know they are here,” she answered, her eyes telling all.

“I'l let you know, but you are welcome to hang around if you want.”

Still naked, I walked back to the pool while removing my camera and setting it under the aluminum awning in front of the living room sliding door and out of the sun, I asked the two women who were still dressed and staring, “Now, what was it you were saying at the door?”

The older one began her talk again, but she seemed to have lost her concentration. I was making it a point to stand naked right there, just three feet from her face. My cock, I hoped, was not dripping. But it might have been.

After three minutes I interrupted, “Sure you don't want something to drink, or maybe to get more comfortable?” I stared at their clothes, that were still on.

“Maybe I will,” the younger one suddenly said. “I don't have my swim suit with me, but I can pretend. Is panties and bra alright?”

I had already said they could do that, but she was making sure, and maybe, in a way, letting the older woman know what she intended to do. She smiled and the older woman was staring at her with her mouth opened. I knew now, this is not her mother.

“Panties and bra will be fine. If you stay in the sun, you'll get lines just like in a bathing suit.”

She stood up. “I haven't been out in the sun almost undressed for what seems like years.”

“Yes,” I said. “You do have winters in Utah.” I was speculating, but I figured they were from out of town, not even from California.

“How did you know,” she asked, surprised?

“Well...” I held my hands out and shrugged my shoulders.

“Not all Mormons are from Utah,” she said, now with sparkling eyes as she looked towards my naked body and no longer seeming embarrassed. She had undone her blouse and I could see her bra, a full white one in color that almost covered her pouting breasts completely.

I pointed towards the glass sliding door. “You can put your clothes on the bed in there.” And just like that she was headed towards the bedroom, where I figured that she and Donna might end up talking since Donna was in there getting dressed.

The young one was nice as I watched her ass under that skirt as she headed into my house, but the older one was no slouch. I turned to her, and she said something strange, but I understood why, because this woman probably figured now that something was happening, like the girl she seemed to have no control over might be planning on getting laid, or at least get half naked.

“She has a boyfriend. Fiance' actually, they're engaged.”

I nodded and smiled inwardly at her attempt to protect her younger friend's innocence. “And you, are you engaged?”

“No, I'm just married.” It was then that I took a look at her hand. Yes, two rings.

It hit me instantly. 'Just' married. By her tone of voice I had taken it the way intended. She had not said, 'I just got married.' No, she had said, 'I'm married and so what?'

I looked her up and down, but not with a leer but rather a look of appraisal. “And where is your husband at the moment?”

I knew that he would not be waiting outside. Mormons separated all the time from their families and went off on missions, but I had to be sure.

“He's in Utah.” She looked at me and I could see it in her eyes. This is the first time she has ever been away from her husband, or maybe, her family as well. I had met a couple of Mormon gals in the past, young ones, and learned, and I am not saying this was the norm, that once away from the home for the first time, and coming to Southern California, Mormon women tend to get wild.

Yes, I had fucked both those Mormon gals, and neither one had been a model. But I had not fucked two Mormon women together, no, not yet.

I could see it in her eyes, so I said it. “Based on the way you're looking, I'd say you have nothing to be ashamed of. Why don't you get down to panties and bra too, and we can sit around the pool for a while. Not too long though, it's easy to get burned if you ****** parts that have never been in the sun before.”

She looked me directly in the eyes with an intense look. “Yes, I have parts that have never been in the sun.” And with that, she too headed for my sliding door. I knew that this was going to be a very interesting afternoon. Yes indeed.

I was thirty. I estimated the younger one at twenty, most. The older one I estimated at forty, most. That put me halfway between the two. Soon, I hoped, I would also be between the two of them.

This would be a first. Me totally naked with two innocent and slightly or maybe no longer reluctant women wearing their undies. It would not be long before the undies came off. The swimming pool would help with that, and the warm California sun.

And of course, I was very practiced in getting women's clothes off. I did it for a living.

Strangely, though the younger one was very nice to look at, I was just as interested in the married one. Maybe more so. She, you see, would be more of a challenge. I was used to scoring on the young ones, even Mormons.

I was waiting by the pool and decided, 'to hell with this. I'm going to catch them both in the bedroom.'

So I entered through the sliding door to the living room and after grabbing a Pepsi out of the frig, headed down the hall to the master bedroom. There they were, all three. Donna had not yet left, nor had she gotten dressed. “Now, that's interesting.'

The other two had removed some clothing too, but not at the same level. The younger one, the Mormon, was down to her panties and bra, and the older woman, she was totally naked like Donna, but wearing a towel wrapped around her body, which I could see since she was visible up to the halfway point around her ass in back, pretty nice.

“Anyone else need a drink,” I asked, as I walked in, my dick swinging, into my bedroom with the king bed and three lovely naked or near-naked women?

Maybe I would not have to wait until tomorrow morning for Donna, but in reality, I wanted her alone.

“You can bring me a Pepsi,” said Donna. I handed mine to her.

I'll have a Pepsi too,” the young one said.

“And you...” I said, pointing at the woman with the towel?

My names Rachel,” she said, and I'll have some wine if you have any.”

“I do, ice or warm?:

“Ice.”

“I'll be right back,” I said, turning.

“Me too,” said twenty. “I'll have wine with ice.”

I went into the kitchen and poured extra large glasses of red wine and added one cube to each. I didn't want to weaken the effects of that wine. Grabbing a Pepsi for myself, I headed back. They were all three now on the bed, and the towel had came off the oldest one.

When I had seen that towel, I knew that soon I would be seeing her naked, but I had expected it to be outdoors. She had gone down to totally nude, and on my bed.

“Looks like the three of you are quite comfortable,” I said smiling. “Shall I join you on the bed?”

Apparently the older one preferred to do the talking for both. “We're planning on going back to the pool. We just wanted to talk to Donna about what it is like to model naked.”

“I see, and what did she have to say?”

“She says that you are about the nicest one, of all the photographers.”

I smiled at Donna. “Thank you, and we are still just getting acquainted.”

“Yes,” Donna answered, 'just.” Her eyes met mine, and I was encouraged.

We headed out to the pool, three nude, and one young gal with panties and bra. I was to find out later her name was Dessica, and she had just turned 18.

“Since Donna has been in the sun for almost two hours, and I don't need any, we'll sit here in the shade and you two can be over there in the sun. Here's two towels if you want to sit or lie on them.”

I handed two six feet long terry cloth towels to them, and as they placed them side-by-side on the edge of the pool closest to Donna and me, I saw Dessica pause, think for a minute, and then, shyly, she removed first her bra, and then her panties.

No, I did not look away to save her embarrassment. I kept looking at her since she had to get used to it in any case. Besides, on such an significant occasion as her getting naked in public for the first time, it had to be observed, and yes, commented on.

At a nudist camp, seasoned nudists can tell when there is a newcomer, and we nudists would act just as natural as possible, usually not even looking at...usually her, as she disrobed. That way, it seemed easier for them to become nude in front of total strangers.

But in my yard, with the hint of sex ever present and where it could actually happen, things were different. These women were now not nude but naked, and yes, there is a difference. They were now naked in front of a male stranger, me.

C cups the younger one had, full Cs. And a flat waist, and a nice, and surprisingly, a bush that looked like it might be trimmed. Nice legs, nice enough to be spread wide if given the opportunity, and I planned to give her the opportunity.

“You look good Dessica. Very nice in the chest, and I like the rest of you as well. All that naked white skin except for your arms and face makes you look so sexy.”

She blushed, but I think she liked it. “Thank you,” and as she answered me, Dessica looked over at Donna, who had to have one of the best bodies in Southern California and almost any woman would look if not bad, then at least less next to her. I knew that Dessica was feeling self-concious, in comparison.

But Donna was cool. She giggled. “Good enough to pass for my sister.”

Dessica knew that wasn't true, but she smiled. I looked over at the towel. “And Rachel, what about you?”

She sighed. “I've had children,” she began, as if apologizing for what she might think was a lesser figure. She had sat down, and as we all watched, she stood again, and the towel came off.

I was surprised, I think both Donna and maybe Dessica were as well. Donna spoke first, as if to re-assure Rachel in case I didn't. “Rachel, you look really nice.”

I had to agree. Rachel had just the slightest hint of stretch marks on her slightly rounded lower abdomen, and I knew that if she had a tan there, there would be no marks showing. Her breasts drooped only slightly, and that was probably because, at the moment she was not standing with her shoulders back. Those breasts were either a heavy C or a D, depending on what brand of brassiere she might choose.

Her pussy was a little heavy on the bush, but after all, she had never modeled. The legs, quite nice, maybe her best feature after her face. They say that the legs are 'the last to go' on a woman, but Rachel had not gone anywhere, as yet.

Rachel seemed to be blushing, but I couldn't be sure since she was now facing into the sun and squinting as she tried to look at both Donna and myself.

“Why don't you lie down and get some rays? But not for long, maybe ten minutes and then you'll need to turn over. The sun is getting lower in the sky now, so it won't be as strong as the noontime sun.”

I think then, having gone this far, Rachel especially and maybe Dessica, needed a break from all the excitement, so as Donna and I watched, they both laid quietly on their backs, feet towards the sun, and yes me so that their pussies were turned in my direction, and they closed their eyes.

Donna and I were to the west of them in the shade, and we could see everything. I took it a bit further. I'm bold that way, you see, a photographer needs to be to get what he wants.

“Place your legs opened a little so the sun can tan in between.”

They knew what that might show me, but both women opened their legs, but only a little. It was enough to ****** a trimmed young slit to me, but the older one had a little too much hair. I still couldn't see slit, or much of it. There would be time to get those lips opened, I figured.

It was to be a quiet time. I turned to Donna, looked at her, and our heads came together. Oh yes, she was a nice kisser, with an active tongue. Like me, I think she was enjoying this very much, my having gotten two supposedly religious and 'square' women naked and onto my pool deck.

“This sun does feel good on my body,” said Rachel, and as I watched, her legs opened ever more. Now I could see that slit, the slit that had been opened by babies, but still looked tight enough to please a nude photographer with a medium sized prick.

Can you believe this readers? Two women had come to my door to preach religion, and within forty five minutes they were both lying naked in front of me with their legs opened and the sun fully illuminating their crotch.

Don't believe it? Well, I don't blame you.

Both my newly naked visitors could not readily see in our direction since they were laid down and the sun would be in their eyes if they raised their heads up. Donna and I made out, and since the two women were there and I did not know if I would get a chance today to follow through, I barely touched Donna on any intimate parts.

No, I made my moves romantic, almost I love you romantic, and it was going well. I touched her on the lips with mine, I used tongue, and a little later my hands roamed over her neck, her shoulders, and barely grazed her nipples as they moved past and down to hold her on the hips.

I needed to protect my gals. First time nude sunbathers can burn very easily.

“It's been ten minutes, you two. Better turn over. And keep your legs far apart so you get some tan between your thighs and in your butt cracks..”

Yes, I had said that. Unsaid; and so I can again look up your crotches.

They did, and I did, and so did Donna. She looked at me, and whispered. “The young one turns me on, but I think the older one would be more of a challenge.”

I looked at her, 'and a better conquest?”

She nodded. And I knew. Donna would swing both ways if given the chance. She confirmed that when she whispered again, “I only do it if there is a man there too, if she is with the man I mean..”

I nodded. “Want it to happen today?”

“But how, with both of them here? They might not want to do anything if the other one knows.”

“Oh,” I said, smiling. “I can make it happen.”

My dick had been well-trained not to rise unless it was supposed to. I had a hard on now, and Donna, without looking down, found it with her hand. “Nice,” she breathed into my ear after we had broken the kiss. She was moving my foreskin down, and up, and down again, and oh man did it ever feel good.

This was a special hand, on a very special woman. She might have posed for a few men before me, but I think I was the only photographer to have gotten this far.

I glanced towards the two women in front of and below me, and Rachel was watching. The sun had gone further behind the Tiki Hut now and was no longer in her eyes, though the rest of her body was still in the sun.

I was pleased, very much so when Donna did not react at being 'caught' by pulling her hand away. No, instead she smiled at Rachel and gave my penis another, slow stroke. This was especially good, because I knew that from her lower angle below, my cock would look its longest.

Then Donna did it as she motioned with one finger...'come here.'

To my absolute joy, Rachel quietly got up and moved towards us. She glanced over at Dessica, who appeared to have fallen asleep. “Am I suupposed to be helping,” she asked quietly as Donna removed her hand and after Rachel did not immediately make the move, Donna reached for her left hand and placed it on my cock.

“Have you ever done it,” Rachel asked Donna while avoiding looking into my eyes as she spoke. “I mean with him?” Rachel looked at me, and I smiled and said, 'My name's Robert, but you can call me 'Bob.'”

“Yes, with Bob. Have you ever...?”

“Not yet,” Donna answered honestly. “But I'm sure thinking about it.”

Rachel had her ring covered hand wrapped around my cock and was stroking. Donna said...” I see rings.”

“Yes,” I answered. “She told me after coming in when you were inside that Dessica is engaged and she was just...married.”

Donna laughed. “Just married? You mean you just had a wedding?”

“No,” Rachel answered softly, “I meant that I...that I am married, but just...just.” It doesn't seem to be all that important now that I'm...”

Donna cut her off, though I am not sure that Rachel was about to finish that sentence. “Now that you're away from home and having met a very attractive and naked man with a cock that feels very nice in your hand..”

Rachel turned red, big time, redder even then the few minutes of sun had done to her face. “I've never done this with anyone but my husband.” Unable to look us in the eyes, she was concentrating on my cock.

“Then in that case, why not do it all”? Oh oh, I thought. Surely Donna is not going to ask her to make it with her, just like that. Already this 40 year old married woman has had quite a bit thrown at her.

But Donna did. “I find you to be very attractive and I'd like for you to join both me and Bob on his bed. One time here and now, and then you can go back to Utah and always have a special memory you can enjoy forever.”

Well, Donna knew how to lay it on, but would it work?

I think it would, if only, when she said, “I couldn't do anything with Dessica here. She lives near me, a few miles away. What would she think?”

“I think that would be just dandy, and I might join in.” That had came from Dessica, who was still lying down with her eyes closed. Apparently she had been listening all this time.

I changed the subject, but only slightly. “I think that's enough sun Dessica. Better get out of it and come over here.”

“Let me feel that,” Dessica said softly as she moved over and sat on the same folding lounge I was on.

“Dessica, no, You shouldn't. You're engaged to be married,” Rachel said, almost with a gasp at the sudden change of events.

“I'm engaged, yes. But my fiance has had another girl, fucked her when he was off on a mission he admitted. So if he has had one...someone else, it's fair for me to have one too.” She looked up at me, back at my cock, and kept stroking. “This is nice for sure.”

It was Rachel that asked, and not Donna or I. “I presume that you have already screwed your fiance?”

Rachel had said screwed and not made love, and that surprised me. Then came the big surprise. “No, I've never screwed him, or made love to him.”

Silence. No one spoke for perhaps ten seconds, and then it was Rachel who spoke again. Donna, I decided, was going to let this play out between the two Mormon women. Me too, this I had to hear.

“You're a virgin, even now?”

“Yes., even now. I've never even seen Aaron's cock, let alone touched it like this.”

I wasn't sure if I should make an offer, or not. This could be a sticky subject if Rachel felt that Dessica should be saving herself for her future husband. But Rachel was again to surprise me.

“Do it. Fuck the man you're holding!”

“What? Why? Rachel, I'm so surprised to hear you say that.”

Rachel sighed and she joined her hand with Dessica's to hold my cock. “When I got married, I was a virgin. Then later, and I found out because I found a letter she had written to my husband when he was younger, that he had fucked this other gal while I was engaged to him.

We had an argument over it because he had kept it a secret, but I have always wondered, since then, what about me? What is another man like?” She looked into Dessica's eyes. “Do it Dessie. Fuck this man today and you won't need to feel guilty about it, ever.”

“Should I tell Aaron, afterward?”

“No, well I say no. It's up to you and whether you think Aaron could handle it. It's your right to do so since he did.”

Oh readers was I ever in my glory. This was too good to be true, but it was happening. I needed to ask something, since Rachel and I had already made the decision for Dessica. It was a foregone conclusion, Dessica was going to fuck me. There were only two questions.

One. “Dessica,” I asked. “Are you on birth control?” I figured, since she was a virgin, that she wasn't.

“Yes. Our mission ends in two weeks and my marriage is set for soon as I get back, so I've been taking the pill for a month now to make sure it doesn't affect me in any way negative.”

Two. “Do you want to lose your virginity right here, or in private? I'll try to make it romantic for you either way.” Dessica had not actually said I could fuck her, but I was proceeding, as was Rachel, like she had given her consent..

Dessica blushed. “I don't know,” she said while looking at all three of us. “How should I do it?”

Wow, that sure sounded like a 'yes.'

“Finish your wine.”

“Now baby, lie down, right here beside me, and let's pretend like they aren't here. I think they might have things of their own they'd like to try?” I looked over at Rachel and Donna.

Donna smiled and reached for Rachel's hand. “Yes. Yes we do.”

Ten minutes later I was still using foreplay on Dessica. I ate her while reaching up and fondling her breasts, but held back on the orgasm. I wanted to have her as ready as possible, and if possible, I wanted her to have a first cum while fucking, big time. This was important to me now, very important, and I am sure you can understand why with all these witnesses, two of them, and I had never fucked either of them.

I was about to mount Dessica when Rachel stopped from her cuddling with Donna, As yet, that was as far as they had gone, kissing and cuddling, and a little feeling on the tits and maybe some fingering below. But for now, I think they wanted to cheer Dessica on.

“You might want to put a towel under her,” Rachel suggested.

“Yes, go get one.” And Rachel did, jumping up with a giggle and as I watched, as we all watched, she almost ran into the bathroom and came back with a big bath towel.”Will this do?”

“Put it under her.” As Dessica raised her hips, Rachel arranged the towel under her ass and tugging it up as far as her lower back. It went from there almost down to her knees. “That should do it.”

I got between Dessica's legs as she trembled a little and spread wide. I took this a bit further. I wanted Donna in on this but it seemed so sexier, so much raunchier actually to be having Rachel doing the deed. “Aim it for me,” I said, looking at Rachel.

Now that was not necesary of course, but it made this so much more fun, and put Rachel right in there with the action. She did, reaching under me, and I felt her wrist touching my balls as they were hanging below, and she gently grasped my hard cock and as I moved my hips forward, she aimed it right in between Dessica's lips.

I took it further. “Now reach down with your other hand as you hold me and open her lips for me.” I was looking under as I was speaking, and I saw Rachel's hand shake a little as she used two fingers of her left hand to open Dessica's inner lips and as she did so, I eased slightly forward, allowing Rachel to aim me dead center.

“Now baby, now,” I said as I looked down into Dessica's eyes, and then gently kissed her as I eased deeper.

She didn't cry out with pain, she didn't groan loudly, but instead let out a soft sigh as I entered with the head. Then I felt her body stiffen as she tore, she let out a little cry, and I went past, past and deeper as I slowly reached the end. Oh did she ever feel tight. And warm, so warm. And so hot up at this end of her body.

“Kiss me!”

And I did, and gently, but she seemed to want it harder, the kissing and then the fucking. I couldn't believe it, because it often does not happen during a woman's first time, but she reached a climax, and only two minutes or so after I had begun pumping in earnest. Her legs hadn't even gotten any higher than the back of my thighs, so far, and she had climaxed.

Then, to make it all so silly maybe, both women watching applauded. “Oh Robert you did it. I'm so glad,” said Rachel, and she looked over at Donna. “We're both glad,” and Donna chimed in. “For sure!”

“Happy,” I asked, looking down at Dessica?

“Very.” Her eyes bright with excitement, she wrapped her arms tighter around me and I kissed her again. Then I looked over my shoulder. “I normally wouldn't do this if there are other women waiting, but this is a special occasion. I'm going to cum in Dessica since this is her first time and I want to make it complete.”

“No problem,” Donna said. “That's what you should do so she can feel it, and besides, we have each other to entertain our selves.” She giggled, and Rachel joined in.

“Don't write me off,” I quickly said. “Just because I cum once doesn't mean that I'm through.”

“We can hardly wait”, giggled Donna, and there was something I needed to say, and do it now. “I just took care of Dessica, evened her out with her fiance, and in a little while I plan to even Rachel out with her husband.”

“Yes, I want that,” Rachel replied, and instead of giggling, her voice sounded dead serious. “From what I'm seeing, you are going to be my best fuck...ever!”

And I was. I pumped Dessica slowly and gently and then, as she began bucking her hips, I pulled her legs higher up around my waist, showing her the way. I fucked her faster and after making her have her second cum, I slowed down so she could feel mine. She let out a nice little gasp and said, “I can feel it, so strong.”

I waited probably five full minutes before slipping out and off, and I loved on her the entire time. Then I looked down. “There's no blood on the towel, but look up here.”

Dessica was bloody, not real bad, but red all around the entrance to her hole and going down to between the cheeks of her ass. I was drying now, it looked like.

“I'll go get a wash cloth,” Donna said.

“Be sure to warm up the water first,” I yelled at her as she ran to the bathroom. Then I looked at Dessica. “Do you need to use the toilet?”

“It feels like you filled me up when you came,” she said with what sounded like wonder in her voice.

“I probably did. You nearly drained me, I think. Let's take you to the bathroom.” I tugged her off the bed, and for the first time saw her nude body in the standing position. Yes, very nice. In the bath, Donna had ran water until warmed and was about to come out with the washrag.

“Use that to clean her up,” I said to Donna, 'and then she probably needs to sit on the commode and drain my cum.”

It was an opportunity for Donna to be touching Dessica, rubbing her pussy you might say, and Donna did it gently, and lovingly, and spending more time looking into Dessica's face then she did looking down at where her hand was doing.

They kissed, but like new friends rather than about to be lovers.

“Thank you Donna, I said, after I had made out with Donna a little bit while Dessica spent some time on the tpilet. “Now let's be taking this sweet little gal back to bed.”

Soon I would have to take care of Rachel, but I made sure to give Dessica lots of afterward loving first after getting her back on the bed. I spent time holding her, cuddling, kissing, and whispering into her ear, and that was before I pulled out the second time.

“Thank you, that was my best ever,” she said, giggling, both of them.”

“You mean all three,” I corrected her. “Remember those fucks, those lovemaking sessions I should say, as your first and best, and don't be disappointed if your husband doesn't turn out to be as good. You might have to train him.”

“Should I tell him?”

“I suggest not. Now why don't you lie your head on that pillow and watch while I take care of your friend.”

But Donna and Rachel were going at it with tongues and fingers. Moaning they were, both of them.

Then, after Donna and Rachel had each given each other an orgasm or two, I joined them.

“Take care of Rachel first,” Donna said.

“I intend to.”

Oh boy did I ever give Rachel the fucking of her life. No, I'm not bragging, but she said so. It is not hard to outdo a man, a husband somewhere who is not taking good care of his wife both mentally and physically, and also, has a cock that is a bit smaller.

Yes, Rachel told me that. She had something bottled up inside her that had been stored for years, ever since she had found that letter, and she let it all out with me. For now, for Rachel's turn, Dessica preferred to just lie on the edge of the bed and allow her friend Rachel to have her time.

Rachel ended up crying real tears after I had given her those first orgasms, yes, orgasms, her first ever in multiples, and all the while Donna was holding her, kissing her, helping to kiss her, and caresssing my back and ass as I pleasured Rachel with my almost seven inch cock.

Donna didn't try anything with Dessica. Maybe she sensed that Dessica would not be receptive to a female after having just given up her virginity to a stranger only a couple of weeks before she was to be married. Dessica needed to have this be her special time, and it would remain more special if she only had one thing, one person in the memories of her first sexual experience.

I spent so much time taking care of both Rachel and her young friend that I never got to Donna while they were there. They left just before sunset, saying that other women would be expecting them back at their motel on Ventura Boulevard in Studio City, and they needed to leave.

“Where's your car,” I asked? “I didn't see one out front when I answered the door.”

This time Dessica answered. I think, since having shared a man with Rachel, that she had become an equal. “We left it at the end of the block and walked this way, knocking on doors in the process.”

“Anyone answer?”

“Just one of three, a woman, and we didn't get inside.”

“She'll never know what she missed,” I said, smiling.

“We need to get going.” Rachel checked her watch. Not even time for showers, just makeup and deodorant. “They like us to check back at the motel by sunset, or they get worried.”

Phone numbers were exchanged, but they, Rachel mostly told me not to call her, that she would call me if ever....

I told Rachel 'if ever' could be anytime she just wanted to talk. She really liked me then, I think, and she added that if I wanted to talk to her, it would be 'safer' to call Dessica since she was single, for now, and Dessica could convey any message to her.

I smiled, and I suspect that Rachel was more than just hot for my body. I think that had she lived in Southern Cal, she might have wanted to have an affair. When women get their first strange cock and it is good, they tend to get emotional sometimes. I needed to cool things, a little.

I knew that today had been a very significant event in both their lives, and I wanted to have them leave feelling good about it. So I had to let them down, but show that I had feelings and cared about them.

“About the only message I might convey, given the circumstances, you being married Rachel, and you about to be married Dessca, is that I have been thinking about you, and wondering how you are. Why not send me a post card from time to time unless you really want to talk?”

“That's a good idea,” answered Rachel, “but now we need to be going.” She was getting fidgety and checked her watch again.

I walked them down to the corner and their car. I wanted to hold hands, but after all, what might the neighbors think since it was so obvious that these women were either Seventh-Day-Adventists or Mormon's with their style of dress and written materials

They had a rented car it turned out, and on missions they had to pay for it themselves I knew. At the car I held their hands, both of them, but did it separately so that it might look like just a handshake to anyone watching.

“Thank you for being so nice,” said Rachel, her eyes searching mine. She glanced over at Dessica. “I think you have helped us both.”

“It wasn't hard to do,” I replied, smiling. In a minute they were gone, and I was never to see them again. I did receive a card from Dessica two or three times over the following months, and as it turned out, Dessica had decided, after 'trying him' before marriage, that she wanted to remain single, for now.

Also she said, and she put this in a letter not on a card, once they had fucked once (no orgasm for her she claimed) she had told him she too had been with another, and he had not been able to handle it.

What about Donna, the lovely ever so beautiful Donna? Well, she stayed over that night. We showered and I took her out to dinner. On the way I dropped the film I had ******* today through a window slot at Charlie's photo development in N. Hollywood. I had marked 'Rush' on the envelope.

“If you stay over, I said, “I might be able to show you the pictures we did today if you wait until noon or so tomorrow.”

I was giving Donna further incentive to not only stay, but to stay half the next day or more as well. Fucking in the morning is always nice. We came back and we made love. Yes, made love. I hate to say it but she was more woman than I was cock.

Oh, she fit me nicely and all that, but there was so much of her located in the exact correct places that it seemed like I also should be able to offer her more, like maybe a huge cock. I had a fairly nice looking bod, with muscles in the right places and proportion, but you don't do your fucking with muscles.

But Donna seemed to like my cock just fine since she also was able to achieve those multiple orgasms I enjoy giving so much. While I would be lying on her and pumping, she loved wrapping the fingers of both hands around my biceps, which would be nicely flexed if I was using my arms to stay partway off her body to avoid flattening those wonderful breasts.

“They feel like baseballs,” she said with a sigh. Then, after I had moved my arms slightly to pump my biceps to their largest, she said, 'maybe more like softballs.' They weren't quite that large at that time, but definitely were larger than a baseball.

The stories you read on the net talk about cocks, tits, pussies, but never the rest of the body. We men have much to offer, even without the giant cock. When all else fails, use that tongue, and don't be stingy with it.

Around noon the next day, and after having lunch at a Tommy's Hamburger stand of which there were several around the Los Angeles area, I had Donna with me as I went by to pick up my black and white contact sheets and the color transparencies. The black and white photos could be viewed 12 to a 8 x 10 sheet, and the color film could be held up and viewed like slides measuring two and a quarter inches square. 12 photos stored under clear plastic to protect them from oily fingers, and dust.

“These are really beautiful,” breathed Donna as she sat beside me in the car and studied them. For the black and white contact sheets she was looking down, but it was those color rolls she was really eyeballing as she held them up to the light.

“Your yard makes a really nice backdrop, and you truly are a good photographer. I don't see one photo that is bad, out of focus, or me with a bad pose, or blinking or...anything.”

“What else are you seeing,” I asked, because I knew what she might be thinking?

“I see lots of shots of my pussy, and in most of them, I have it open.”She looked at me like..'why?'

Yes. Do you mind?”

“I've never let any other photographer get shots like these.”

“Well, I have a plan. Want to hear it?”

“Yes, please do. If anyone was to have photos of me like this, I would prefer that it be you, but what's going to happen with them?”

She knew, they would end up in magazines, but I gave her a little surprise. “I mentioned it to you briefly yesterday, but I plan to publish my own magazine, and I intend to have about 25 or so of the photos just be a special feature spread on you.”

Then I added, “and I'll put you on the cover too.”

“How many shots will there be of my pussy?”

“Most of my nude magazines are around 60 pages with eight in color. For this one I intend to make it 16 pages of color. I.m guessing that maybe half of those 16 shots will be showing your pussy to some degree.”

(Note readers: When printed pages are run off the press, if they use more than one page of color, the separate color pages are printed on one long sheet. Then, when the page is inserted into the magazine, it is folded in the center and stapled, with, unless it is the centerfold, other pages in between. Thus, a 16 page color magazine would be just eight pages printed in color and laid into the magazine.)

To create a magazine with 16 pages of color would cost $1600 just for those pages alone. But if Donna was the featured woman, and her pussy was showing in living color in many of the pages, the cost would be worth it, because the magazine would fly off the racks.

So I explained to Donna how it would work. “When I publish the magazine, I have to lay out some of the costs up front, layout, color separations, printing the eight by tens, etc. The magazine distributor usually pays for the paper and the presses to create the magazines, and he also does the distribution around the country.

He takes his cut of that out of the sales. If not, I, and many guys like me, could never afford to publish a magazine. Then I have to wait for the sales to come in to get my money back and make a profit. The trouble is,” I confided in her, “those guys who own the publishing companies are sometimes secretive as to how many were sold, and I might get cheated.

So what I usually do is just take an advance cash payment up front, and the guy that prints and distributes the magazine then owns it and keeps all it brings in. That's what I plan to do with your magazine, just take the cash up front, but since it is you on there, and so...revealed for the first time, I am going to make the price very high.”

“I see,” said Donna. I could see that in her mind she might be thinking, 'he, they get all the money and I just get my modeling fee.” That might sound a bit unfair readers, but you need to know, the photographer always gets more money for setting up and doing the job than the model does.

Then I surprised her. “When I collect my fee, I plan to give you a portion of it.”

“Really?” She brightened. “How much would that be, my percentage?”

“”Several hundred dollars, maybe over a thousand.”

“That would be nice,”she said, taking my arm in hers again. If I had that much, along with what I have already saved, I might go home and go back to college.”

“You would get out of modeling,” I asked, surprised?

“Yes. You will be the only photographer to have photos of me like that. I'll bet you would like that.”

“What I would like to do,” I said smiling, “if you plan to leave the industry, is do some more, exclusive photography with you, this time on a beach and in the mountains so I could do future feature spreads on you. I also might have you pose with another gal, you brunette, she blonde for contrast and playing on the beach or something.”

Also, I was thinking, on those trips I would have her to myself, or maybe in a threesome situation, and this time in motels if I took her out a ways. I had Death Valley in mind as one location. There were two motels in Death Valley at that time, Stovepipe Wells, and Furnace Creek. I had used both, and been laid in both.

“I've just decided. I am now officially done with modeling, except for you. Anything you want to take of me, we can do over the next two or three weeks. Fair enough?

“Are you kidding? That's more than fair, and I'll pay you well in the process.”

“And fuck me on all those trips,” she added, smiling an ornery smile as she squeezed my arm.

“Giving your body to me is not a 'requirement in order to have me taking photos of you.” I truly meant that, but of course I wanted to fuck her as much as possible.

“I know, but I want to.”

This gal sure knew how to stoke my ego. I reached out and held her hand. “Why don't we call it 'make love' all the while, until you head home?”

“I might do that.”

“Also, why don't you come and live with me in the meantime? You'll save on having to pay rent on that apartment of yours, and I'll take you along with me on any trips I take with other models. Hell, your food, anything you need would be provided for. I might even buy you some clothes to model in if I do some glamour spreads, and you can keep the clothes.”

“If I was living with you, you might not get to fuck some of your models. I wouldn't mind, but they might feel uncomfortable with me being around.”

“Baby, I don't care if it messes up my love life if I have you along on trips or living at home. While you are here, you would be my number one gal.” Inwardly I was thinking, 'and also for threesomes.'

“No, I'll keep my apartment because I am afraid that I..that I would become too attached to you. Then I might not leave this shithole town. Yes, she called it that, and I think she was talking about the Hollywood area, which at that time was infested with hippies and drugs. Hollywood Boulevard had become infested with lava lamp and blacklight stores and tattoo parlors. Walk down the street and young men or women would hit you up for money.

“But if you like,” she went on, “I'll spend a lot of time at your place in the meantime.”

She had planned to leave within a couple of weeks, but by keeping Donna around, supporting her to some degree and taking her on trips, I managed to hang onto her for almost two months. I also lucked out on having a couple of threesomes with her, and both were with another woman. I am pretty sure that had I wanted to, I could have 'locked her in' for me, I mean in a serious mode, if I had gone that route, and maybe cooled it with the other women.

I still wonder sometimes what might have been.

Donna wouldn't allow me to take photos during those threesomes. I could not have used them in a magazine in those days in any case though the time was soon coming with the importation of erotica beginning from places like Sweden and Denmark, where porn was now legal.

No, the photos of Donna with a woman would have been for me to jack off too, thought to be honest, I think I might have more enjoyed having photos of her with another man, maybe a well-hung larger then me man. Jealous? Yes, I might have been jealous if she seemed to really enjoy the man, the cock part, but that's the risk a man runs when he shares his woman with another man.

I've enjoyed threesomes while sharing a woman with a man I might like, but with Donna, well, let's just say I was hanging onto her for as long as I could. No, no men, not with her and I. Plus, she indicated that I was the one man in her life, for now.

Something had been established between Donna and I and it lasted for a long while until she decided to really get out of modeling, out of Southern California, and move back to...well, I won't reveal where. Though it has been many years, someone might recognize my description of her and say, 'that has to be...(her real name).

Donna was smart, smarter then most of my models. She had actually saved up some of her money before she met me, and all of it after. And she had never lived in a 'crash pad.'

During the few months that Donna was in my life, I had those other women of course, but she remained special. No, there weren't many Donna's around. And I had her, among the best of the best. .