Message-ID: <35240asstr$1013674205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Iconoclast X-Original-Message-ID: User-Agent: Xnews/4.11.09 NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 15:14:12 PST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2002 23:14:12 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Iconoclast - Studio Photography Class - Ch 02 (M/F, M/F ,oral ,anal, exhib, voy) Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2002 03:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Danger, danger, Will Robinson! You have to go now. I'm sorry, but some legal jurisdictions prohibit verbal or visual depictions of many of the scenes shown in the following story. It is probably illegal for anybody of any age to read this story in at least some misbegotten place on earth. So in the spirit of internationalism I warn you that you should only read the following if you are a space alien. If you are, write me and tell me about yourself. I'd really like to find out all about what it's like up there. Thanks. This work is copyright 2002 by Iconoclast. All rights reserved. Download it for your own pleasure. Pass it on to friends. Post it on any site that doesn't charge you to see it, but keep this warning and all title and author and email info intact. But don't put it up on any site where the reader has to pay by way of subscriptions, adult checks or similar viewer-pay systems. Since the WWW is everywhere, I get to decide where to procecute any violation of this. I wonder what Sha'ariya law penalties apply to copyright violation? Whether you like this story or not, send me an email. I love constructive criticism. But remember, I start crying if your words are too harsh. Studio Photography Class - Ch 02 (M/F, M/F ,oral ,anal, exhib, voy) by Iconoclast (kreisthornNOSPAM@shaw.caNADA) It's amazing what a fresh dose of sex can do to your disposition. After I got home from my photography session with Jennifer and Chris I was too excited to fall asleep right away. I couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful and sexy they both looked, especially when they were sprawled out naked on the couch and chair in Jennifer's apartment. And I especially couldn't stop thinking about our next get-together on Sunday, and what might happen then. After a couple of years of not having any sex other than what I could get from my hand, I was suddenly 'involved' with two gorgeous women. What a rush. Not only could I hardly believe that it had actually happened, I was amazed that they had both considered me to be suitable material for a fling. I really have to work on that self-confidence thing. I worked all the next day in a daze. Luckily nothing serious happened on the network, because I sure would have fumbled my way through trying to fix things up. That evening I spent a lot of time on the net researching high-end digital cameras. There wasn't much choice among those that had the specs I needed: interchangeable lenses, ultra high resolution, flash synch and a few other goodies. The prices were certainly beyond my means, but if it meant more time with Jennifer and Chris then I would hock my car and anything else it took to get to stay around them. I thought of phoning Jennifer, but then I realized I didn't have either of their numbers. What a jerk! You spend two nights with two of the foxiest babes going and you don't even get their numbers! So I went to bed horny and more than a little pissed off with myself. The Second Class I arrived early at the class on Saturday morning. In fact Barry, the instructor, was the only one there at the time, and we sat around bullshitting for a while until the others started drifting in. He asked me how I had done on the first assignment, the self-portraits, and I blushed a bit and told him I had the finished slides and was quite pleased with them. He started to quiz me about how I had taken them, but luckily the others started drifting in at that time and I didn't have to make up some bullshit story. My classmates started to file in by ones and twos, greeting me and Barry and each other. I greeted a few of them and then pointedly ignored Jim the jerk when he arrived. What a puke! Finally Chris and Jennifer arrived at the same time and waved hello to me. My smile was so big I almost ripped the muscles around my mouth. I'm not really good at the stealth thing. They sat down near the front, and I sat down beside them, trying desperately to wipe one hell of a big shit- eating grin off my face. They handled it a lot better than I did, giving me brief grins and then paying serious attention to Barry when he got up in front and started his lecture. Today's lecture was about the business end of photography, emphasizing that although it was an art, the professional photographer needed to have a good handle on the business end as well. I didn't pay too much attention, since I wasn't interested in making a business out of my hobby, and besides I had a good grasp of business from my previous life. So I sat there, mostly looking at my classmates, especially Chris and Jennifer, and thinking about more interesting things, especially Chris and Jennifer. Is there some kind of consistent thread running through all this? Finally the lecture ended and Barry asked us each to give him the slides we had taken last week, including both the pictures of the model, Allison, and the self-portraits we had done, which everybody had already marked their own with their names He put them in the projector and started to go through them. First came the pictures of Allison, and because everybody had the same tools (lights, model, setting) it really highlighted the differences in how each student could improve in the areas of lighting and composition and getting the best out of the model. Most of the pictures were of a fairly high standard (need I mention that the pictures taken by Jim, my favorite whipping boy, were well below the average).A few of my own mistakes were painstakingly pointed out and I learned a lot from the critiques, especially from Barry and also from some of the class members. Then came the self-portrait pictures. These were supposed to be nude, or as close to nude as the student felt comfortable with, pictures of the student. The purpose was to make the student sensitive to the needs and feelings of the model, and were to be preferably taken by a third party, but self-takes using the time-delay features of the camera were acceptable. Here the results were far more varied than in the pictures of the model. It was interesting to see that most of the men chose to wear at least a little bit of clothing. Of the four women, Chris and Jennifer stood out in having totally nude, though artistic nudes. Of the other two, Sandra, a 28-year-old brunette chose to wear a bikini, as did Melanie, the 38-year-old brunette. Melanie, however was topless in one of her pictures, making it three out of the four women in the class brave enough to appear nude or semi-nude. These pictures were not critiqued like the pictures of the model, but instead Barry asked each student what they felt about posing and what changes it had made in their perception of the photographer/model interaction. The answers were very interesting. Those few who had used the time-delay features of their cameras experienced very little of that interaction, understandably. But even all alone they still felt some of the need to do their best for the camera. Many of the students had used spouses or lovers as the cameraperson, and they definitely learned some of the feelings of being used as an object and of wanting to put on their best 'performance'. Chris and Jennifer and I were definitely in the minority, each of us saying that we had used 'friends' to take the photos. We reported feelings of vulnerability, anxiety, competition and objectification, but also of excitement and sensuality. Jennifer led the way on this. She was the first of our group to speak, and being forthright she told it like it was. Her candor must have lent some spine to Chris and me, and we followed with very self-revealing comments about our feelings and desires while modeling. The rest of the class was very attentive when the pictures of Chris and Jennifer appeared on the screen, with sidelong glances at the originals sitting beside them. It was more than the fact that they were good looking and very sexy. It is very startling to be in a classroom situation and have your fantasies come to life. Unlike the daydreams you had when you were in a grade nine classroom and fantasized about that girl the next row over that you really wanted to play doctor with in back of the school, these were real classmates really nude up on the screen. All the men, at least, were wrapped up in their own fantasies as well as the reality before them. I was pleased to see that the 'Gang of Three', as I started to think of the us, was followed by Melanie, who seemed to have the same experiences as we did. I say 'seemed' because I doubt that she had had as much fun as the three of us did. Then again, perhaps she had. She told us that the photos were taken by a former lover that she was still friends with. Although not saying so outright, she implied that the session had gone on for some time after the topless shots had been taken, and that a lot more had been bared than was up on the screen. I was quite impressed with her, both for the courage she showed in showing topless pictures of herself to the whole class, and in her body. As I said before, she was somewhat plump, or Rubenesque as the personal ads like to put it. But she was also well toned and fit, and her breasts stood out from her body rather than sagging down and flabby. She seemed quite content to live in her skin, and that self confidence made her suddenly more alluring than I previously realized. And even though I had two "sure things" sitting beside me in the form of the lovely Jennifer and Chris, I still reacted to Melanie like a stag in rut. What is it that makes men act like that? Barry was pleased with the reports of the experiences of the students, and when we had discussed this for some time he went to the next room and came back with Allison, who was to be our model again this week. She sat down on a chair behind the desk and he conducted a question/answer session with her, asking about how a professional model feels when she is under the lights. It was very informative, and I was surprised to find that she too had felt all of the same emotions that the Gang of Three had, including the sensuality and sexuality at various times. Hearing her speak about her various feelings was very instructive. So instructive that I felt my own rising emotions springing up in my pants, thinking about how the Gang of Three had risen to the occasion, so to speak. After the session on the self-portraits had finished we broke again for lunch. Chris and Jennifer and I gathered together and agreed to go to the same diner as the previous week. We were walking out when we ran into Barry, and asked him to join us. "Sure", he said . "Just let me get Allison.", as he went back to find her. We three walked on to the diner, and were already seated when Barry arrived with Allison. We all had a good time talking about the course and what we had been doing, and when the food arrived is was just as greasy and yummy as we expected. A tense moment arrived near the end of the meal when Barry unexpectedly asked us about the nude photos that we had each had taken of ourselves, presumably by some unknown 'friend'. I was totally prepared to lie through my teeth to preserve our anonymity, but Jennifer, forthright as she always was, jumped in and told him that we had taken the pictures together, as a group. Barry just nodded at this, and said something about being pleased that we had coalesced as a team. Some time later, after we had finished eating, Barry mentioned that we were lucky to have found each other for the modeling sessions. It was quite expensive to hire models, so he often had to rely on the time he got with the models he got for the class to work on his own portfolio. We chatted for a while about the problems of being an artistic photographer in a commercial art world when Chris suddenly interjected a new element into our discussion. "We're planning on getting together again tomorrow for another modeling session. I'm sure that Fred and Jennifer wouldn't mind if you came along and participated and got some shots for your portfolio." she said to him, looking at the two of us for affirmation. I hardly knew what to say, being dumbfounded by the offer. First, that it came from Chris, who had at first been too shy to take off her bikini, and second that I saw my cozy plans for another wild session with the two of them ruined by the presence of a third party. Like I said before, I'm not body shy, so the thought of having another photographer take pictures of me didn't faze me, but the lost opportunity with Jennifer and Chris did. But I thought I'd better be a good team player and support Chris, so I said "Sure, fine by me." All eyes turned to Jennifer, who with only the slightest hesitation nodded her agreement. Barry got a big smile on his face and said he would be delighted to work with us, and that he would be happy to give us some more pointers about lighting and posing and such while he was with us outside of the class. So it was a done deal. Now we just had to settle on a place to get together. Jennifer's apartment, which we had used before, still seemed the best place to me. But Barry offered the use of his private studio. It was a large loft, he said, and had all of the lighting and other equipment we would need. Everyone thought that that would be the best place, so we agreed that we would all meet there at noon the next day. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers, which meant that at last I had a way of contacting Chris and Jennifer outside of class, and then we walked back to the class. That afternoon we spent quality time in class, and experimented with some very different lighting arrangements and poses. When it was our turn I thought that Allison was just a bit friendlier and willing to give her input into the process, and I got what I thought would be some very good shots. I guess she was more comfortable with us now that she knew that we had all been through the modeling process ourselves. After class I walked with Jennifer and Chris out to our cars, and we discussed the upcoming session. We all agreed that we had to have more decorum and be more discreet with Barry there. That seemed to disappoint all of us, especially Chris when she realized that his presence would put the kibosh on our anticipated activities. I also filed the other two in on my research into a high-end digital camera. We all agreed that it would be way too much for our budgets, even split three ways. Jennifer then suggested that maybe we didn't need a high end digital camera. We could continue to take our more normal pictures with our 35 mm cameras and use a consumer-level digital camera just for ourselves for our private shots. Why I hadn't thought of this before is beyond me, but I readily agreed, as did Chris. I was again elected to research the field and find out which camera would give us the best bang for the buck (I really must learn to stop with the double entendres). And so we went home for the night. The next morning I got ready in good time and arrived a little early at Barry's studio loft. Chris arrived at about the same time I did, so we waited outside for Jennifer to arrive. I noted that Chris was looking quite spiffed up, as if she was going out on a date, and I thought that maybe she was more than a little interested in Barry the man as opposed to Barry the photographer. Jennifer arrived not long after, and we all went up to Barry's loft. The loft turned out to be one large room with high ceilings and with all the lights and umbrellas and background stands at one end and the living area at the other, including his bed and couches and tables and a tidy kitchenette. There were two doors, one at each end, as well as the front door to the outside hallway. Barry made us feel welcome and showed us around, at which point we found out that the door on the living end led to the bathroom and the door on the studio end led to a well-equipped makeup and changing room. Suddenly it dawned on me that our previous arrangements - all nude all the time - might not be all that appropriate in a professional studio session. I think that Chris and Jennifer suddenly realized this too, as they grew more pensive as time passed. Barry led us over to the couch and chairs in the living area of the loft and brought over some wine and glasses from the kitchen area and poured us each a glass. We chatted for a while, Barry obviously trying to put everyone at ease. After we had almost finished our wine he asked us how our previous self-portrait session had gone. Jennifer started to answer before I could, and told him how much we had enjoyed ourselves in general terms, not going into the specifics of what we did. Then, either because of the loosening effect of the wine or just because she was feeling frisky, she told him about our clothing arrangements. "It's really tough to get your clothes off in front of other people. Chris was so shy about it at first that she wore a bikini. So I asked her if she would feel more comfortable if everyone was naked at the same time, and when she said yes I took off my clothes and so did Fred. So when she saw the two of us naked she felt comfortable enough to take off her bikini. We spent the rest of the session all in the nude." Barry looked at her for a few seconds and then said "Would it make everyone more comfortable if I took my clothes off too?" Without waiting for a reply he started to take off his shirt and then his pants. No shyness about this guy. We all just looked at him for a few seconds and then stood up and started taking off our clothes too. I noticed that he was more toned and muscular than me, but not outrageously so. When he got down to his briefs I couldn't help sneaking a peek at what was appearing as he pulled them off . It wasn't exactly my worst nightmare, but he definitely had the edge on me in the size department. His cock was flaccid but hung down nicely from his crotch in an adequate if not spectacular way. I know that size doesn't matter, especially when flaccid, but it sure wouldn't hurt me either if mine was just a teensy bit more robust, shall we say. Chris and Jennifer were well on their way to having their clothes all off, mainly because neither of them were wearing any bras. Jennifer didn't have any panties either, but Chris did. It shouldn't have surprised me, given that we would be posing nude and underwear leaves lines that need to be allowed to flesh out so as not to spoil the picture, but I was surprised nonetheless. Barry and Jennifer were the first to be undressed, followed by me and finally by Chris. As Chris removed her panties we all got a sight of her bare pussy, which I had so lovingly licked and comforted at the previous session. The situation, with all of us being nude, and with me thinking of what had already happened, caused Mr. Happy to stand up for a better look. I don't know whether I was happier about starting to match Barry in the in the size department or more mortified to be so unprofessional in front of my teacher. The other three noticed too, and since there was no big tropical fern to hide behind I just stood there with a sheepish grin on my face. After a few seconds Jennifer started to grin, and then announced that I would be the first model and she the first photographer since I was already prepped for some of the shots she wanted to take. At a quizzical look from Barry, she confessed that she had already taken a bunch of photos of me with an erect cock, and that she wanted a few more for her portfolio. Barry looked from her to me and back again and said sure, why not. Then he looked over at me and said "I'd like to have a few shots of you like that too. I don't have many pictures of male models, and none with an erection. Most models either can't or won't get it up in front of a photographer, so some pictures of you would really help fill out my portfolio." I mumbled "Sure, no problem." and moved over to the backdrop. It took a few minutes for the lights to be properly set up, and Barry pointed out to Jennifer some small changes to the light angles that would make a real improvement. So there I am standing naked in front of two good looking naked women and one hunky naked guy while they fuss over lights and cameras. They were too busy too notice that my erection was slowly going down, but they sure noticed when they finally looked up. "Uh, can you do something about that, Fred?" Said Jennifer when she finally looked up. I didn't really want to start stroking myself in front of Barry, so I mumbled something about taking some shots of me in a more normal state first and the problem would take care of itself. Truth be told, I wasn't too anxious to do those pictures with Barry there. I needed the time to compose myself. Jennifer started taking shots of me in various poses, and I could tell that some of them would turn out quite well. But no matter how hard I stared at her and particularly at Chris' bare pussy nothing was happening down there to increase my size. Finally Jennifer stopped taking pictures and said "I'm ready now. Can you oblige me, please?" I tried a few furtive strokes on my cock, but I could tell that nothing was going to happen. I looked toward Jennifer and gave her a wan grin and a shrug of my shoulders. Instead of the resignation I had expected from her she turned to Chris and said "Could you go over there and help him out. It worked really well the other day, and I really want to get these pictures." Chris hesitated for a few seconds, looked over at Barry and then walked over to where I was standing. She stood in front of me and started to stroke my chest and arms with her hands. Not a stirring from Mr. Happy, and I stood there rigid as a board. My body, that Is. Nothing but wet noodle in the anterior position. My body was responding instead of my cock. Barry seemed amused by what was going on, and moved a bit closer to me and Chris. This, of course, made Mr. Happy scrunch down even further. Hiding, I suppose. Jennifer watched my lack of progress with dismay, until at last she said "Chris, why don't you try what you did last time?" Chris turned around and looked at Jennifer. Jennifer looked hard at Chris. Chris looked back harder at Jennifer. This contest proceeded for about seven more volleys before Chris turned back to me with the smallest of sighs and put her arms around my neck, squeezed really close to me and started to move up and down against me with her whole body. Her breasts moved from my nipples to my belly button and back again only a few times before Mr. Happy peeped out from his hidey-hole and started to salute. This created the opportunity for even more stimulation, as my cock was happily rubbed by her stomach and pubic hair. My modeling costume was getting quite presentable, but now I started worrying again about how Barry would react. I looked over to him and saw that he looked far more excited than upset, and by the look of the way his cock was growing he was more than a bit turned on by the scene in front of him. But not, luckily, to an overwhelming gigantic size. It was standing up at a 45 degree angle now, and his cock looked about my size or maybe just a teensy bit larger. At least I wouldn't have to compete with Mr. Monstercock for the attentions of my photo partners. Jennifer was delighted, and started taking pictures as soon as Chris moved away from me. She had me move into several poses in quick succession, but I noticed that the lens was usually centered on my cock, and I doubt that much was gained from a new pose other than to shift my cock from one side to the other. I wasn't worrying; I was enjoying this too much. Jennifer had me move over to the couch and lie back on one end, hands behind my back and my legs spread wide with one leg over the back a and one touching the floor. I doubted that this would make a very good picture, but what the hey, it was her choice. Then she asked me to move my hands down under my balls and pull apart my ass cheeks while holding my cock and balls up so everything was visible to the camera and my studio audience. This was getting a bit too much for me, so I put my hands down and started to object that this was just too crude for me to want to do. She got a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth smile on her face and said in a sickly-sweet voice "But Fred, that's just like one of the poses you had me do the other night. I don't see how you can object to it now." Oops! She was right, of course. It wasn't artistic, it wasn't even particularly sensual, just raw in-your-face sex. I may be slow, but I got the point pretty quickly. Barry too approved. He smiled and gave a big Jennifer a big hug, saying "That's the ticket. Now you know how a model feels like just a hunk of meat if she's posed for maximum show instead for maximum artistic impact." Giving a woman a hug when both of you are naked is a little awkward. Body parts tend to rub against each other in ways you just don't get when you both have clothes on. Barry's chest rubbed against Jennifer's breasts, his cock and balls against her pussy hair, his arm against the side of her breasts; you get the picture. I'm pretty sure it just started out as natural exuberance and delight, but it quickly turned into a sensual experience for both of them. Jennifer's nipples got so hard I'm surprised they didn't scratch his chest, and his cock grew even harder than it had been, to my disappointment, showing that he had enough reserve left to easily top me. The hug broke quickly once this all started to happen, and he and Jennifer were left standing there staring awkwardly at one another with their obvious signs of arousal. Jennifer must have been coming to a decision during this time, because after half a minute she started talking to us. "Fred, Chris, if it's all right with you I'm going to fill Barry in on our previous sessions and see what he thinks about joining our little group." Sidelong glances between me and Chris, then a quick 'Yes' from Chris and a slightly more reluctant 'Sure' from me. Having our consent, she then told Barry all about our previous sessions, including all the details. She ended by saying that we were all still really interested with the creative side of photography, but that this looked like the perfect opportunity for three compatible but sex-starved people to fulfill both their creative and sexual needs. "And I know that Fred and Chris would like to have you be part of our group." Well, that was a little bit more than I thought I had agreed to, but I sure couldn't put a monkey wrench into the deal now. Barry must have been thinking things over while Jennifer was talking, because with almost no hesitation he said he'd love to be part of the group. The next few seconds were a bit awkward because nobody wanted to be the first to start. Jennifer resolved that problem by saying "Why don't we all take a break now and get the tension out of the way.", walked over to Barry and led him by the hand over to the bed. She lay down on the bed and pulled him down to her side and they started to kiss and fondle one another. Seeing this I put my arm around Chris and walked with her over to the couch, where we sat down and started to do the same. I kissed and caressed Chris from head to toe, starting with her lips and mouth. I moved down to her neck and then her breasts, licking them and sucking and pulling on her nipples with my lips. I moved down further still, probing her belly button with my tongue. I slid to my knees in front of her and moved my tongue all over her bare pussy, describing large ovals around her hole and clit while kneading her ass with both hands. My hands moved from her ass to her cunt and I spread apart her cunt lips and moved my tongue to her hole and her clit, occasionally reaching up to tweak her nipples with one hand. Her breathing became faster and shallower and I knew she would come soon. Not wanting that to happen just yet I moved her and positioned myself so that I was lying over her on the couch, and then I turned around so that we were in a 69 position. I continued to tongue her clit and cunt while she swallowed me inch by inch into her mouth. What a feeling, as my cock slid into her mouth and I felt her cunt inside and out with my tongue. At about this time I heard the sounds of Barry coming, followed soon by Jennifer. This got Chris and me even more excited, if possible. I started tonguing Chris like mad while she worked on my cock with even more gusto. I wanted to be inside her, so I took an opportunity to turn around again and slide my cock inside her cunt while I tongue-fucked her mouth. Suddenly she started moaning and screaming and bucked at me with a frantic orgasm. This set me off too, and I moaned and grunted while my jism flooded into her. I kept on slowly fucking her until I ran dry, feeling the wonderful warmth and wetness of her cunt enveloping me, all thought gone from my head except for the warmth and wetness and closeness that I was feeling. I sank down exhausted and found enough room on the couch for me to lie beside her face to face and holding her in my arms. Looking up after a while, I saw Barry and Jennifer lying on their backs on the bed, holding hands and thinking lovely thoughts, or so it appeared from the looks on their faces. I figured I'd have to get up eventually, so I slid over to the edge of the couch, put one leg on the floor and stood up. Before leaving Chris completely I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Somehow, despite all the physical intimacy we had enjoyed, that seemed more intimate than any of the fucking and sucking and other things we had done. I padded over to the kitchen area without bothering to get dressed and found some coffee and a coffee maker and brewed a fresh pot. The smell of the coffee after I poured the boiling water into the French press roused Chris, and she came over and sat on a stool beside me. I poured two cups, and we sat on our stools just being close, quietly thinking, occasionally touching sometimes looking over at the two on the bed. A few days ago I would not have characterized our relationship as a loving one; great sex, a good romp in the hay, exciting and delicious and a great relief after a long dry spell, but not really intimate in all the things that mattered. Now I was not so sure. And that included Jennifer and maybe even Barry. As I looked over at them I felt not jealousy but warmth, not lust but desire. When I had half-finished my coffee I whispered to Chris that I was going to take a shower, and asked her to join me. She readily accepted, and we walked over to the bathroom, my left arm around her waist and my hand resting on her ass cheek. I took a piss while she started the shower and then so did she before joining me there. We soaped each other up and enjoyed the sensation of running our hands over each other's body. I like nothing better than the feeling of sliding bare hands over slippery bare flesh. I washed her breasts and cunt more enthusiastically than the rest of her, and inserted one finger into her cunt and rubbed softly inside to make sure it was all cleaned out from our lovemaking. She had been fondling my cock throughout my ministrations, and when I was finished she really went to work on it, pulling back the foreskin and making sure that all was in good order. We were almost finished when Barry and Jennifer walked into the room and stood there watching us for a while. Then they both came into the shower to join us. I should explain that it was a big shower in the corner of the room, lined with tiles on the two adjacent walls and enclosed by clear glass partitions on the other two sides. With the four of us in there it felt busy but not jam-packed. We all had enough room, but there were numerous accidental touches and bumps as we moved around. A few times Barry and I accidentally touched each other, and once I even felt his cock bumping against me. But both of us were pretty straight and narrow and, although we didn't shy away from each other we were not inclined to pursue the matter. As Barry and Jennifer cleaned each other on the front, Chris and I naturally gravitated towards their backs, with me doing Jennifer and Chris doing Barry. After we were all done and starting to get a little bit prune-skinned Barry went out first and got us all fresh towels out of the linen shelves in the bathroom. Jennifer and I dried each other off as did Chris and Barry. Somehow it just seemed to be the most natural pairing at that moment. After we were all dry we walked back into the living area and sat on the stools at the counter and sipped coffee. This time it was me who broke the silence. "Well that was interesting." I said in a demonstration of my most witty repartee. "I feel so close to all of you. This is really nice." Hey! I'm a tech kind of guy, not a poet or a writer. Barry looked at me and then at the two women and said "I do too. But you have the advantage of me in that I've never been intimate with Chris. Chris, would you like to join me and correct that problem?" Chris, who had been sitting beside Barry and been at the receiving end of his intimate caresses while we had been drinking coffee eagerly agreed, and accepted Barry's hand as he carried her over to the bed. I felt a stirring in my own loins, so I looked at Jennifer sitting beside me and offered her my hand. She stepped off the stool, gave a low bow and took my hand in hers. I started to lead her over to the couch, then changed direction and headed toward the bed. I answered her questioning look by saying that the bed was certainly big enough for four; it was a king size after all. When we got to the bed, where Barry and Chris had already lain down facing each other I grunted something to Barry about sharing the space, and he and Chris moved over to one side without complaint. Jennifer and I lay down facing each other on the other side and started to caress each other and learn more about each others' bodies. It was comfortable lying there as she stroked my cock and other parts of my body while I explored her breast and cunt and legs and arms and everything that made her Jennifer. I ran my fingers through the still-damp hair on her head and then through the still-damp hair on her cunt. Because we had already had the edge taken off our lust we were able to take our time and enjoy the sensuality of touch and smell and taste. I moved down so that my lips and tongue were touching her cunt, and proceeded to lick her and nibble her with my tongue. She started to shift position so she could get her mouth onto my cock, but I told her to just wait until I had finished appreciating her body. I licked and sucked and entered her with my tongue while she lay back with her head on a pillow and her legs across my shoulders and had time to enjoy the situation and the sensations. I moved her legs up by pushing up with my shoulders and started to stoke her ass while still embedded in her cunt with my tongue. She must have liked this, because her legs started to tremble slightly and her cunt got very wet. I pulled my finger along the crack of her ass and gently put the very tip just at the entrance to her asshole, all the while tonguing her clit and cunt. There were some more obvious signs of enjoyment coming from her, so I moved my head up to her ear and whispered that I wanted to fuck her in the mouth and cunt and ass. She quickly nodded her head and said "Yes, please." I moved back down to my work enjoying her nether regions feeling a tremendous sense of peace and comfort. I know that some women find anal sex painful and/or psychologically unattractive, and I was glad that Jennifer was not one of them. As this was going on we barely noticed that Barry and Chris were making out beside us. The occasional motion of the bed or sound of whispers and sighs would intrude into my consciousness, but never distracted me from the sensations I felt being with Jennifer. Finally Jennifer could stand no more and moved away from me. She slid off the bed and kneeled down on the floor, pulling my legs over the side of the bed. She opened her mouth and put it around the tip of my cock. Now it was my turn to just sit back and enjoy the sensations flooding through me. She moved her head up and down, taking in a little bit more of my cock with each forward motion. She had obviously had a lot of practice, since she kept working slowly back and forth until her lips were touching my pubic hair and I could feel the back of her throat with my cockhead. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair with my hands and played with it and tugged at it. She looked up at me and we locked eyes. Seeing her look at me almost drove me over the top right then. I knew I wouldn't be able to last long, and too early an orgasm would spoil the rest of my plans. Luckily she pulled back from my cock and said in a voice so loud it startled me "Fuck me right now, goddamit" She almost jumped onto the bed as I pulled my legs up on top of the covers, and moved herself over top of me. Almost before I could react she had taken hold of my cock with one hand and put it in position by her cunt, then thrust her hips down so that I entered her almost all the way in one thrust. She was so wet that her lubrication made this an easy maneuver, and then she started to move her hips up and down until our pubic hair mingled and I could feel my balls slapping against her ass. The sensations were almost indescribably sensual, and for the most part I was just along for the ride, meeting her thrusts with my own. I still wanted to finish my three-hole goal, and I kept myself from coming by sheer force of will and a mental recitation of the times table. It didn't take long for her to come, and my cock felt like it was being squeezed in a vise as her muscles contracted. Because Jennifer was on top, she was able to control the speed and timing of the thrust of my cock into her cunt, and her orgasm kept going for a long time. Finally exhausted, she moved off me and my cock popped out of her cunt like a champagne cork. I let her lie there for a bit while I climbed off the bed. I turned her over and told her that I wanted to fuck her ass now, and could she please kneel on the side of the bed with her head down on the covers and her toes over the edge. I'm very polite. She must have used this position before, because she did as I asked and then pulled apart her ass cheeks with her hands. I stood beside the bed and stroked her cheeks with my right hand while I moved the left hand around and stroked her clit. I gathered some of our mixed lubrication from her cunt and rubbed it on her ass hole. I got some more on my finger and inserted my wet finger into her ass. This continued for some time, with my finger going ever deeper until it was in as far as the third knuckle. When I was satisfied that her sphincter was relaxed I guided my well-lubricated cock to her hole and started to push. My cock entered her fairly easily, and she moved her hands to the front to brace herself as I started to thrust. I kept pushing back and forth until my cock was all the way in and moved easily in and out of her hole, while still stroking her clit with my left had. I knew I had very little time because I was already so worked up from our previous lovemaking and because the exquisite tightness of my penetration completely filled my senses. As it happened, she must have been pretty excited herself, because she let out a great big scream of ecstasy. It was all I could do to stay inside her as her involuntary convulsions signaled the biggest orgasm that I had yet seen from her. The motion and the emotion had their effect on me, and I came almost at once, unloading all of my semen deep into her bowels. I was overwhelmed with physical release and emotional joy. I put my arms around her waist and hugged her, feeling at one with the world and happily exhausted. Slowly I pulled out of her, until with a final pop my cock came out of her ass. She sagged down so that she was resting most of her body on the bed, and I took my arms from around her waist and lay down beside her, slowly stroking her side and ass. I eventually looked around, and found Barry and Chris looking back at me, smiles on their faces. Suddenly feeling almost guilty, I got up and went to the bathroom to have another shower. I felt like I couldn't do or touch anything else until I had cleaned off the residue of my anal session. Old habits and old taboos die hard, I guess. But this had a practical medical motive as well, so I didn't let philosophical meanderings get in the way of sound practice. Those folks on the Mayflower have a lot to answer for. It was getting on towards evening by the time I got out of the shower, and the other three were all sitting, still nude, having coffee at the kitchen table. I wonder what makes us so reluctant to take off our clothes in front of others, and then so reluctant to put them back on again once we have taken that step? I sat down next to Jennifer, and it was soon obvious that all of us were pretty tired from our activities of the day. For some reason we were all reluctant to talk about our experience. It wasn't a sense of shame, exactly, but more a sense of vulnerability. It was like the first time you ever made love to a girl, and afterwards everything seems so new and different and joyful and awkward at the same time. So we mumbled and skirted around the things we were all feeling and eventually agreed to get together for dinner on Wednesday, which seemed to be a good time for everyone. 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