Chapter 4

All in all it had been a wonderful session of picture taking. Vickie was kind of sad when the sun sank behind the trees and outdoor pictures were no longer possible. Vickie enjoyed the meal Agnes whipped up for them, and now, relaxing in the huge living room, sipping at a drink, she felt completely at ease. It was almost as though she were at home. These people had been so nice to her.

The warming drinks were having an effect on her. She had changed to a miniskirt and a brief halter. These, plus a pair of bedroom slippers were all she had on. Peter still had on a pair of shorts and sports shirt. Agnes had changed to a miniskirt and blouse.

When Peter left the room to check on the doors and the windows of the garage and other buildings before bedding down for the night, Agnes came over to the couch, slid an arm around Vickie's neck and gently toyed with Vickie's mop of long, brown hair. Staring into Vickie's soft, brown eyes, Agnes murmured, "You are very beautiful, darling." Agnes' voice was soft and husky. Her pale blue eyes were somber pools of passion.

Vickie leaned back and nodded. She'd been complimented so much today about her beauty it was embarrassing. She liked the feel of Agnes' soft hands on her hair and throat and shoulders. Agnes had a soothing touch. "We're all finished with taking pictures?" she asked.

"Maybe. That depends on you!" Agnes moved for-ward, staring hard at Vickie.

"On me? What do you mean?" Vickie frowned.

"When Peter talked to Lance about hiring a model, he also mentioned a few other things. Someone told Peter that Lance's models could also be used for ... other purposes!" she blurted.

Vickie smiled inwardly. Here it comes, she thought. "What do you have in mind, Agnes?"

"We were thinking that since the picture taking for the book is about finished, we were wondering if you'd be interested in a bit of extracurricular activity. Over and above your normal assignment, of course. Which would have nothing to do with the agency?" She posed the question hopefully, her lips parted expectantly.

Vickie nodded. "Some of us girls do take on extra assignments on our own. After the regular job is completed. This, as you mentioned, has nothing to do with the agency, and the extra money we make is our own. You pay your regular fee to Lance. You understand?"

Agnes' eyes lit up. "I understand. We've already settled on a price to pay Lance. Now the question is: how much will we pay you if you decide to accept our offer?"

Vickie shrugged. "That's entirely up to you and Peter. Just slip something into an envelope and give it to me before I leave. Pay me what you think I'm worth."

"Splendid!" Agnes hopped to her feet, glad that the messy business details were over. She flushed. "We -- Peter and I -- are sort of new at what we have in mind," she explained haltingly. "We've always been such squares. We've been married for more than fifteen years and I don't believe either one of us has ever cheated on the other."

"Wow! That's hard to believe!"

"But it's true."

"Then why are you figuring on starting now?"

Agnes blushed. "We think we've been missing out on a lot of things. We agreed to give it a try. Peter is sort of semiretired. I never worked. We have time on our hands, and frankly, darling, we've been getting bored with each other. We read about all the wife swapping taking_ place. The wild parties. And one day we decided that we'd take a crack at something before we get too old to enjoy it. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

Vickie nodded. "It makes sense. The only thing I can't understand is why you waited all these years."

"Peter was so busy amassing his fortune, and I was so busy trying to be an ideal wife, that we just didn't have time to get involved with others. Now we have the time."

"Hmmm. One other thing's bugging me, Agnes."

"Yes?"

"Why just me? I'm a girl. That'll be okay for Peter.How 'bout you? Shouldn't there be another man for you in this plan?"

Agnes eased Vickie from the couch and held tightly to her hands. She moved forward, her baby-blue eyes pools of building lust. "I didn't want another man, darling," she breathed huskily. "I want a girl to make love to. A pretty girl. All my life I've had this crazy yen to make love to another girl. I've suppressed this weird desire. Now, I want to give it a chance."

"You're going to make love to me?" Vickie was aghast. She stepped back, a deep frown forming on her pretty face. A pang of fear swept through her. She'd never had such a yearning as Agnes was describing. She'd never had the faintest desire to make love to another girl, or have another girl make love to her. She was well aware that there were many Lesbians in the world. To date she had steered clear of all such revolting entanglements, though she'd been offered many opportunities in the past by the queer sex.

Agnes, noticing the look of horror on Vickie's face, sighed. "I'm sorry, Vickie, if I've offended you with my proposition. I kind of thought, all girls like you . . " She broke off in confusion.

"Cheap little whores like me'll do anything for a price?" Vickie bestowed a sorrowful look at the embarrassed girl.

"Yes. Lance kind of hinted that his special girls could, and would, do almost anything."

"Well, I've got n e w s f o r Lance a n d f o r you ... " Vickie broke off when she noticed the stricken look in Agnes' eyes. Some of her horror and anguish seeped away. She recalled the words Roy had used in de-scribing her the other night. He'd called her a cheap little fucking whore. The words seared in her mind. Vickie sighed inwardly. Damn it, the old guy had been so right. That's all she was. A cheap, fucking, little whore. Who was she kidding with her display of modesty?

Her words of anger went unspoken. Instead, she whispered, softly, "Why don't we play it by ear, Agnes? It's all somewhat new to you, and believe me, it's new to me. What you havi in mind, that is. But I'm willing to give it a try." She forced a disarming smile.

"Darling! I could hug you!" Agnes said and did. She drew Vickie into her embrace and showered her with a few hot kisses. She drew back, a trifle embarrassed. "There, already I'm starting! I kissed you! That was the first time I've ever kissed another girl like that!" Agnes moved in and planted a few more smackers on Vickie's hot lips. She stepped back. "Do you like?"

Vickie, who'd also had a first time, blushed. "It was different." She could feel herself heating up. She wasn't sure the heating up effect was from the drinks, or from Agnes' kisses. She refilled the glasses and took another sip of the potent liquor. She needed it.

Handing Agnes a refilled glass, Vickie regarded her somberly, "This extracurricular session you and Peter have in mind? What do you plan for me to do?" Vickie operated under the assumption the customer was always right.

"We were kind of hoping you'd do some posing for us. Here in the house. Pictures that couldn't be used in the book. Photos that Peter and I could look at in the future," she explained haltingly.

"Dirty pictures?"

The flush on Agnes' face deepened. "Something like that. If you agree...."

Vickie finished her drink. She downed another. The potent liquor had it's effect. She was warm all over. She felt lightheaded. Like she was on the start of a trip. Lewd thoughts swept through her mind. She grinned impishly. "I'm ready, Agnes. You call the shots. I'm yours to command." She held her hands wide in a token of surrender.

"Oh, darling! You've made me so happy." Agnes crushed Vickie to her embrace and shoved a mess of hot kisses onto Vickie's lips. She was half sobbing in happiness. Then, she called out, loudly, "You can come in now, dear!"

Peter, who'd been lurking outside the living room door, quickly reentered the room. A glance at his face indicated he'd been aware of the gist of their conversation. "She'll go along with it?" he chortled.

Agnes nodded. "All the way. Shell do anything we tell her to. Anything!" Agnes' voice was filled with awe.

"Splendid!" Peter, the master cameraman, sprang into action. He lit the floodlights in the room. He focused the spots on the sofa, which he quickly made into a bed. He zipped behind the camera and adjusted it for best picture taking on the bed scene he was setting up. The camera equipment was professional-type gear. The best money could buy, complete

with zoom-a-lens, close-ups, angle shots, electric timers and everything imaginable.

Vickie watched with bated breath. She'd been the subject for cameras ever since she could remember. Being a very photogenic girl, she'd been the model for countless pictures, from the time her Dad had taken her bare assed on a rug at age two until this after-noon when she'd posed as the model for Peter's up-coming book.

Vickie guessed that during these years she'd posed maybe a million times, give or take a few hundred thousand, but not once during these sessions had she ever posed for dirty pictures. Now she was about to take the plunge.

Agnes, having also decided to take the plunge along with her, moved in on her lovely target. She slowly removed Vickie's halter. She tossed it aside. She stared in awe at Vickie's lovely breasts. "My God, they're so beautiful, darling." Reaching out, she fondled them with her soft hands. Her face was flushed, but Agnes was unmindful of that. Her inner lust was overcoming her inner squareness. Agnes was throwing caution to the wind. She turned to busy Peter. "Aren't they adorable, dear?" She cupped them up for Peter to view.

Peter, who'd been adjusting the zoom-a-lens, halted long enough to take a good look. "They sure are, hon."

"Take a picture of me playing with 'em," suggested Agnes, continuing to fondle and squeeze the immense melons. She tweaked at the tautening nipples.

"Yes, dear." Peter ducked behind the camera on the tripod and zeroed in on the action. He caught the view in clear sight. "Move a bit to the left, hon," he directed. "Cup them up. There. Hold it." He snapped the pose. Then he set the camera for the next shot. "How 'bout if you suck one of them, hon?"

Agnes flushed. Then, sucking in a deep breath, she took the plunge. She nuzzled her mouth onto the closest tit and eagerly took it in and began sucking. It was the first time Agnes had ever taken another girl's breast into her mouth. She quickly adjusted to the tittle sucking technique and gave a good account of herself. She was so intent on working out on the lovely globes that she didn't pay any attention to the movie cameraman.

Finally she looked up and peered at him. "What are you yelling about, dear?"

"I can't take a picture if you keep bobbing around like you're ducking for apples. Hold it, hon. Just take one tittie in your mouth. Suck it good. Now look this way. Give with an expression of lust. There! That's it!" Peter snapped the picture of his wife with one of Vickie's tits in her mouth.

He stepped from behind the camera. "How 'bout if we get a few pictures of Vickie nude?"

"Good thinking." Agnes quickly stripped Vickie to the buff. She stepped back to admire the view. "Lovely," she murmured. "Just lovely!"

Peter echoed her sentiments. His eyes roved over Vickie in a covetous glance. He sucked in a deep breath as he surveyed her expanse of creamy, pinkish-white skin. He almost flipped when he studied her rounded breasts with the taut nipples, in a small sea of brown. They were such lovely, outstanding melons. His glance swept to her slim body; her five feet six inch physique of sheer slender loveliness.

His glance zeroed in on her small patch of pussy hair. The triangular shaped little mound of curly brown hair. He observed her perfect thighs, her smooth legs and her small feet. Next, he glanced back at her pretty face, with the lovely crown of long, brown hair falling to her smooth bare shoulders. He noticed her pert nose. Her pouty mouth, kissable lips and adorable chin. The soft, brown eyes.

Peter made a decision at that moment. He'd stared at many a girl in his life, but at that moment he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this girl was the loveliest of them all. She was breathtakingly beautiful. And so very young and tender. Peter's prick began stirring with admiration for the sight he was staring at.

Then, mindful of his role as ace cameraman, he got back to the business at hand. "How 'bout if you get on the bed, darling?" he suggested.

"Sure. Why not!" Vickie bounced onto the bed. "Tell me how you want me to pose." Again she was back to being Vickie, girl model.

"Hmm. Let's see." Peter almost flipped at the sight of Vickie's exposed pussy.

Vickie was sitting on the open convertible, her back resting against the back end of the couch. Her knees were drawn up and her legs were wide apart. This position revealed all of Vickie. She could sense that the cameraman was impressed by the sight. She edged her

legs a bit wider to allow him more room to judge her assets.

Peter and Agnes bent low and studied Vickie's as-sets with mixed emotions. The sight of the tiny pussy, fringed with curly brown hair was breathtaking. They both stared in awe at the tiny crack with the inviting vaginal lips. They stared at the wide expanse of creamy thighs, and the rounded asscheeks and the tiny puckered brownish asshole visible to their enraptured gaze.

The older married couple sucked in breaths of awe and delight while studying their exposed model. Agnes, unable to restrain herself, sat on the bed next to Vickie and began stroking Vickie's thighs. She ran fingers up and down the creamy, smooth whiteness of the rounded columns. Her eyes were alight with lust.

Peter, not to be outdone, sat on the other side of Vickie. He, too, gave with the feel of Vickie's other thigh.

Vickie sighed and moaned happily at the feel of the two pairs of hands stroking her goodies. She smiled at her hosts and humped her pussy forward for them to cop a few feels.

They did. Peter beat Agnes to her crotch. He gently shoved a finger into Vickie's cute pussy and reamed it out. Then, having found a bit of moisture on his finger, he withdrew it and sucked his finger. "Hmmm. It tastes good. Have some, hon," he invited his wife to taste the juicy morsel.

Agnes dipped her fingers in. She sucked her moist fingers. She grew hot all over. She yearned to sink more than fingers into the pie. She turned to Peter who was fingering Vickie's cute asshole. "You said. I could suck the girl off, if she agreed to it," she reminded him.

"And Vickie will let you?" Peter withdrew his finger from Vickie's gooey asshole and licked it.

"She said she would, and Peter ... I want you to take a picture of me doing it!" Agnes blushed.

"Okay!" Peter, back to being a cameraman, darted behind his equipment and focused. "How 'bout taking off your clothes, hen?" he called.

Agnes stepped from the bed and stripped to the buff.

Vickie stared in awe at the naked lady. Actually Agnes looked better naked than with clothes on. Her creamy white skin was flawless. Her tittles, which seemed rather blah with her clothes on, bounced for-ward enticingly. Agnes' breasts were not large, but they were firm and solid. She had a nice slender shape, maybe a trifle thin, but adequate. Her legs were not rounded things of glory, being a bit on the thin side, but they were pleasing. Her cunt was covered with a large mat of dark, curly brown hair. A good-sized mat of hair, indicating that Agnes was not a real blonde at all. An item Vickie had suspected from the first.

Vickie looked the girl over good while she undressed. She could understand now why Peter had flipped at the sight of her in the nude. She was so much more shapely than his wife.

Vickie smiled when Agnes joined her on the bed. The older girl gathered her into her arms and pressed a few hot kisses on Vickie's lips. "I'm going to make love to you, darling," she breathed huskily. "I'm not quite sure how to do it, but I'll improvise. I think I know what to do. I've been reading about it. Please go along with me," she whispered between kisses.

"Yes. Yes." Vickie was heating up under Agnes' kisses. She touched Agnes' small titties and fondled them. Waves of lust engulfed her. It was the first time she'd ever felt another girl's bare fits. The feel was ex-citing. She stroked and squeezed. She continued stroking and squeezing while Agnes moved downward on a kissing journey of Vickie's lovely, naked body.

Agnes sucked Vickie's fifties upward, upward, up-ward... . Then she turned to her husband. "Take a shot of me sucking Vickie's fits." She wiggled her ass around to get a better position, obeying the cameraman's called out instructions.

"Move to the left a bit, hon," directed Peter, peering through the viewfinder. He saw his wife burrowing in on the adorable teenager's lush tits. Agnes had one of them far into her mouth, eagerly sucking at it. "Look this way, hon. Eyes wide. That's it. Hold! There. I got it. Now this time, reach down with your fingers and scratch her snatch while you suck her tits."

Agnes obeyed the instructions. Another picture taken for posterity. Then Agnes, having savored of the lush fits, moved down to greener pastures. She caught a whiff of Vickie's cunt and almost swooned in delight.

Without hesitation, Agnes took the plunge. She had gone too far to turn back now. The effects of the drinks, the sight of Vickie's lush nudeness, the feel of Vickie's big tits in her mouth, and the smell of Vickie's cunt were too much to resist. Agnes dipped down. Her tongue shot out. She closed her mouth over Vickie's twat and shoved her tongue far in. Her mouth kissed at Vickie's vaginal lips while her tongue swabbed in-side Vickie's adorable cunt.

Agnes was a first timer at the moment, but like countless millions of girls before her who'd taken their first dip into another's twat, she quickly became an ex-pert cunt lapper. Within minutes she passed the Lesbian test and became adept at the art. In. Out. Her tongue darted into the tiny cunt. She licked at the moistness. She kissed the pussy. She tweaked at the curly cunt hairs. She stroked the creamy thighs. She fondled the cute, out thrust asscheeks. She moved hands and fingers around on the creamy lushness of the adorable, nude teenager.

Again and again she savored of the lustfulness of the moment. Again and again she kissed, sucked, fingered and sucked some more. She felt the small girl thrashing around her and moaning under the tongue lashing she was giving her. She dipped far into Vickie's pussy, trying to get a taste of Vickie's creamy juice. She tasted of the moistness and eagerly slurped at the lovely well.

Peter tried issuing directions to his wife about how to position herself for better shots. Finally he gave up speaking to her. She wasn't listening. She was enjoying the sucking too much. He watched enviously as his wife burrowed in on the tiny pussy with her mouth, tongue and fingers.

Peter bided his time. He took an occasional shot of Agnes sucking the adorable slot from time to time when she was in a position. He managed to get a few good shots of Agnes with tongue in crack. In between shots, he slid from his clothes. The sight of his wife of many years sucking this, teenaged girl thrilled him. His prick became bone hard.

Naked Peter was a sight to behold. His chubby body was quite hairy. His belly was somewhat large, from too much good food and drinks, and not enough exercise. His legs were like hairy piano stools, and his ass-cheeks were big, and covered with a fringe of darkish hair. Peter had a nice sized cock. Not immense by any means, but adequate as cock sizes go.

At the moment his cock was solid and out thrust as though anxious for action. Peter weighed the possibility of joining the girls on the bed, but decided against it. Agnes was enjoying herself too much. She might re-sent the intrusion. He'd had quite a time convincing her they should try this thing. He didn't want to ruin it now. He continued staring through his viewfinder, enjoying the action and taking an occasional shot of the girls.

He played with his cock and hoped he could hold out until it was his time. It had been many a year since Peter had been as hot as he was at that moment.

He heard the sounds of pleasure emanating from the convertible. At that moment Peter wished he'd bought sound equipment to go along with his camera gear. He made a mental note to take care of this oversight as soon as possible. He'd have loved to have the sound effects of this moment.

The slurping sounds made by Agnes as she dipped her mouth and tongue in and out of the adorable pussy would have made for good listening while watching. The expression of sheer delight on Vickie's face and the moans of satisfaction she was uttering while getting her pussy sucked was exhilarating. Peter was getting a few good still shots of the action. He made another vow that the next time around he'd not only have sound equipment but he'd also use a movie camera.

Like most good things, it had to come to an end. Agnes' sucking of her cunt was so good it began to hurt. Vickie moaned and thrashed around under the tongue lashing. She spasmed several times. She was so hot, it was unbearable. She had been glancing at the ace cameraman, and had noticed he'd stripped to the buff and his cock was surging hard. The sight of the big cock sent Vickie off the deep end. As much as she liked the way Agnes was handling her pussy, she knew it wasn't enough.

Her passion, her lust were too much to be sated by another girl's tongue. Especially now, when she could observe the big prick bouncing around. She eased sucking Agnes away. "Enough yet!" She giggled. "It's so good, it hurts!"

Agnes licked her chops and sighed when her face was shoved away from the adorable item she'd been enjoying. She wanted to continua, but bowed to the wishes of the girl. Reluctantly she got to her feet, her glance still zeroed in on the lovely, twitching twat she'd sucked so fondly.

It had been the first sucking session for Agnes. At that moment she -felt a pang of regret at not having tried it before. If she'd only realized how nice and pleasant it would be, she'd of started years ago. Agnes made a vow. This wouldn't be the last time. She'd partake of pussys often in the future.

She glanced around when she noticed buzzing at her side. It was Peter. His face was flushed. His prick was hard and he was panting like the wolf at the sight of Little Red Riding Hood. Agnes frowned. "What's with you?"

"Can I fuck 'er, hon? Please? You said we'd go all the way tonight. You've had 'er. Now, it's my turn?" Peter glanced at his wife hopefully.

"We didn't say anything about fucking, dear. Just sucking and nude picture taking," Agnes reminded him. "If rd thought it would lead to this, rd have insisted on another man for the session." This wasn't quite true, but Agnes threw it in for discussion.

"I know, hon, but I'm so hot. Watching you two. Please let me take 'er?" His eyes implored.

"Yeah, let him," encouraged Vickie, who was hot to trot. "Then you can have me again, Agnes." " She smiled sweetly and humped her pussy upward invitingly.

"Well. ..." Agnes wilted. She nodded. "Okay, you horny bastard! Go take 'er!'

The words were hardly off her lips before Peter was off and running toward Vickie. He bounced onto the bed, knelt between her adorable thighs and poised his big cock toward the entrance to the lovely target. "How 'bout snapping a few pictures of this, hon?"

With a dazed look in her eyes, Agnes went behind the camera on the tripod and focused in on the bed action. The frown on her face deepened as she observed through the viewfinder, her husband's big cock within inches of the tiny twat she'd just finished sucking. The tiny pussy was twitching, the vaginal lips were wiggling with every movement of Vickie's thighs and the tiny slit was opening for action as though the crack sensed an oncoming shaft.

It was quite an inspiring sight. Agnes forgot her momentary qualms of dissent and despair and became Agnes, the camera girl. She snapped the picture. She directed the actors to new poses. Her voice was crisp and authoritative, like a director of an X-rated movie. "Ease the head of your cock in, dear! That's it. Just a little more. Hold it. Look this way. A lewd smile, please. Gotcha." She snapped the picture and quickly readjusted the camera for another shot.

"This time, dear," she issued new orders, "Suck 'er tit while shoving your cock in. Move a bit to the left. Move your leg out some. Your big, fat ass is ruining the pose. Move it. There. Now take a bit more tit in your mouth. Stare at the camera. Now ease a few more inches of cock in. There! Hold!" Agnes took the shot.

Having gotten sufficient poses of her husband fucking the cheap little whore, Agnes went to the bed, sat be-side the action couple and slapped her husband on the big, hairy rump. "Okay, you bastard! The picture taking's over for now. You can go ahead and fuck the bitch!"

Peter eagerly followed instructions.

Vickie was glad he did. She moaned happily when she felt his big, fat cock sliding into her well-sucked pussy.