Chapter 5
It is amazing, thought Sandy, how well one can see with the red light after the eyes become adjusted. She pulled the last of the photographs out from under the enlarger and placed the photographic paper into the developer tank, studying it carefully by the light of the crimson safety bulb. Bit by bit, the main features of the picture began to emerge and fill in. The photograph showed Val, sitting naked on the rock, and even Sandy was forced to admit that it was beautiful work. In fact, the whole series of photographs was highly professional and extremely attractive without being vulgar in the slightest. She had always believed that Bill had the talent to be a great photographer, but it was re-assuring to see the proof before her very eyes. If he could handle a motion picture camera as well as a portrait camera, his success was assured.
When the print of Val had reached the proper level of darkness, Sandy transferred it to a tray of highly diluted acetic acid, a chemical which halted all development. The photograph floated in the acid for thirty seconds and then Sandy carefully moved it to the "Fixer" tray where the image on the on the paper would be made permanent and no longer sensitive to light. While she waited for the fixer to have its full effect, Sandy glanced over the other photographs, now on the drying table, which had been taken on that memorable day at the beach.
Pleased and happy as she was over the pictures of Val, Sandy could not decide how she felt about the photos Bill had taken of her. There was no question that her body had come out beautifully. Using a sensitive film and a careful development process, the two cameramen had produced a strange almost-unreal series of shots, showing a woman who was obviously in ecstasy. Every fold and curve of her body was faithfully reproduced and the combination of sand and skin had produced an absorbing study in textures and contrasts. The artistic quality of the work was undeniable.
On the other hand, thought Sandy, I can't forget the fact that this woman is me, and not some professional model. And damn it, it's a picture of me stark naked! And not only naked, but with everything I own showing! If my parents ever saw this picture, they'd never speak to me again. If it fell into the wrong hands, I could be blackmailed. We went too far that day! We went too far with the pictures and too far afterwards as well!
Suddenly she felt a blush covering her cheeks, even in the privacy of the darkened laboratory, as she recalled the events of the day on the beach. To think that she had allowed Bill to strip her in public like a common prostitute, to put his hands on her nakedly exposed vagina while the others watched, to whip her into a frenzy of passion, to take pictures of her in that awful depraved way with Allan and Val only inches from them. They had gone too far and she had told them so on the way home. They had broken every moral law and it made no difference how beautiful the photographs were!
She remembered the sullen, silent way Bill had sat behind the wheel as she had tongue-lashed him on the return trip. He had not replied or defended himself, nor had Allan anwered the charges she had hurled at them. Only poor foolish Val had tried to object that it had been fun, and Sandy had cut the slender brown-haired girl down with a superior sneer.
That evening she had decided not to remain overnight at the house and had returned to her apartment near the University. She had no intention of breaking off contact with the group, but she felt she had to demonstrate in some way that she was not a doll they could play with as they pleased. She had already surrendered enough! Her girlhood dream of walking down the aisle to her marriage as a pure virgin was now shattered forever. Alright, she would be a modern girl and sleep with her finance before they were married. The idea had gone down hard but she had accepted that much. But no more perversions! No more nude photographs. No more making love in groups! Enough of this blatant immorality! A girl who forgot all of her religious training was lost, doomed. A person had to have some standards and stick to them!
Since that day, she had presented herself each morning at the house and they had all worked together through the afternoon, making the last preparations for the opening of their studio. But she had continued to return to her chaste bachelor-girl apartment at night. Bill had not complained and she had observed that they all seemed to be behaving very courteously towards her in the last few days.
However, studying the photographs of herself, she detected the usual tickle of sexual excitement beginning in her loins. How debased, she thought to get aroused by looking at a naked picture of yourself! Where would all this lead?
The last photograph had soaked the necessary three minutes in the fix and Sandy snapped on the regular lights. She had become a very competent laboratory technician under Allan's expert instruction and she was pleased at the quality of the work she was turning out and proud that they had entrusted to her the job of preparing a second set of photographs for presentation to various editors.
Perhaps I'll spend the night here at the house, she thought, dumping the last ten photographs into a tank of running water to be washed. Poor Bill looks like he's beginning to suffer too, but before we pick up where we left off, we'll have a talk and settle some of these sex problems.
She glanced at her watch and saw that it was still early in the morning. Allan had gotten up several hours before and gone out with samples of the pictures of Val to see a publisher. Bill as far as she knew, was still sleeping, since he had stayed up late the night before working on a tripod for one of his motion picture cameras. When Sandy had come in that morning and decided to work in the darkroom, Val had been cleaning in the kitchen, wearing her usual work uniform, a pair of cotton panties.
Since she had heard no footsteps in quite awhile, Sandy concluded that the situation in the household was unchanged and she decided to clean up the darkroom. Allan had stressed the importance of developing pictures in a tidy, dust-free environment and the laboratory was already becoming littered.
She attacked a cardboard box full of prints and negatives which the two men had brought back from Vietnam, having decided it would be helpful to sort out the photographs and catalogue them for future use. She extracted a brown manila envelope from the top and spilled the prints out on the work table.
She gasped for breath as she suddenly saw what they were. A collection of obscene pictures! Her first impulse was to rush them to the garbage pail and set them on fire, but curiosity overcame her and almost against her will, she found herself leafing through the filthy obscene collection. They showed an oriental couple, both quite obviously enjoying their work, making love in every conceivable position. Sandy had never seen such depraved photography before and was doubly shocked by her suspicion that this was Bill's camera technique.
One photo in particular held her in dreadful fascination. It showed the oriental woman's face and her mouth was straining around a penis so large it seemed to occupy most of the photograph. Sandy had once heard that there were women who did this to men, prostitutes mostly, and with a shock she remembered her own desperate but unsuccessful lunge at Bill's quivering cock that day at the beach. Thank God she was spared that at least! So this is what it looked like! Cocksucking, they called it, the most degenerate obscene practice she had ever heard of.
A second photo upset her even more. It showed the oriental man standing naked but holding a drink and a cigarette. At his feet knelt the delicate Oriental woman, her lips embracing the man's enormously hard penis. Sandy's anger was increasing by the minute as she thumbed through one filthy picture after another. So this was the noble artistic kind of work Bill and Alan did! The pictures at the beach were only a start! The next thing she knew they would be drugging her or tricking her into posing for this degenerate trash. Well, they had a surprise coming and it was coming fast. Snatching up a handful of the photographs she marched out of the laboratory, determined to awaken Bill and confront him with this horrid business.
She paused at the door of his bedroom, alerted by a strange noise from within. Some instinct told her to look first before making her presence known and she peered quietly around the half-opened door. What she saw caused her to freeze in her tracks with horror and shock.
There, stretched out naked on the bed and lying on her back, was Val. Poised over her, his knees on either side of her waist, was Bill, and the two of them were looking at each other and grinning, far too occupied with their game to notice Sandy hidden behind the door. Bill's thickly hardened cock stood straight out from his groin and he was teasing Val's nipples with it, moving it from one to the other. His hand was extended behind him, his fingers buried deep in her moist, flowing vagina. Val's body was jerking as he massaged the delicate walls of her cunt and she was bobbing her head up and down in playful attempts to capture his penis with her mouth.
Smiling sadistically, Bill took his cock in his free hand and pulled back the foreskin as far as it would go. Val's mouth was ovaled wide in preparation for his entry and her tongue darted in and out hungrily as Bill leaned forward, bringing his massive organ in contact with the frail girl's lips. Val licked desirously at the tiny slit in the head of his penis, straining forward and trying to coax him to put it all in her open mouth.
Then Sandy caught her breath as Bill plunged forward on top of Val, driving his thick turgid cock deep into her gratefully accepting lips. It looked certain to Sandy that the brown-haired girl would choke on the massive organ, but instead she sucked on it happily, pulling on it with all the strength in her lips. Val's eyes seemed glazed, as if she were drugged or drunk, as she was quite obviously in a state of intense sexual excitement. Val's hands held Bill firmly by the buttocks and she was pulling him further and further into her throat and urging him on to faster and harder strokes as he lewdly fucked her mouth.
Sandy was frozen in place behind the door, incapable of moving away or of interrupting them. Her brain told her to flee, to go away from this sinful decadent group and never to see any of them again, but her feet refused to move and she realized that her body was beginning once again to betray her. Her nipples were aching cruelly and she detected the now all too familiar sensation of the flowing of juices in her vagina, a sure sign That she was finding even this depraved scene intensely arousing, despite her stringent moral beliefs.
Her eyes glued to the obscenely locked couple on the bed, Sandy watched as Val sucked her financee like a madwoman and she listened to the sound of Bill's balls slapping heavily against Val's chin with every forward stroke. She was so absorbed in the lewd spectacle, that she failed to hear Allan ascending the stairs, having returned from his visit to a publisher. Suddenly she felt his arm encircle her waist and she found the ex-sergeant standing behind her and looking over her shoulder at the shameful scene before them. Sandy had a moment of panic, fearing that the tough muscular photographer would fly into a rage at the sight of his mistress with another man. Instead, he smiled sadistically and put a finger to his lips, signaling her to make no sound. His arm still around her waist, he pulled her carefully away from the door and walked her back down the stairs toward the darkroom.
"Playing the spy, eh Sandy?" he snapped at her harshly. "Why didn't you join them if you were so interested? Hey, what are those pictures?"
Allan removed the pictures from her hands and walked into the darkroom, chuckling as he sorted through the series. Sandy followed him, her face darkened with anger.
"Ah yes, I remember the day we took these," he reminisced. "That girl had a magic mouth and she loved sucking a cock more than a kid likes eating ice cream cones. We did a whole film sequence on her as well, and after we shot these stills, she insisted on doing Bill and me both. She must have had a quart of cum in her before we finished."
"What are you saying?" demanded Sandy in cold fury. "Why were these filthy dirty horrible pictures taken?"
"To sell, primarily," Allan continued in the same calm tone of voice. "But also because we enjoyed taking them. The Vietnamese couple had the time of their lives and really needed the money. So, everybody was happy. That is, everybody but you."
"Happy? How could I be happy? You saw what was going on in that room!"
"So I did. Looked like they were enjoying themselves, didn't it? I've got half a mind to join them after I've had my coffee. Or perhaps we can make it a foursome?"
"Not me! Not me!" Sandy cried, tears coming to her eyes. "You've done a great job of corrupting Bill but you're not doing the same thing to me!"
Sandy's anger was losing its force in the face of Allan's breezy self-confident coolness.
"Corrupt him? Listen Sandy, when Bill joined my unit in Vietnam, he was a tangled mass of tensions. He felt guilty every time he looked at a girl. Imagine, a twenty-four year old man still bothered by those little-boy problems! I didn't corrupt Bill. He just realized that we are living in the twentieth century and not the eighteenth. There's no reason for people to go around all bottled up like that."
"And you're letting him do that to Val?" Sandy demanded, some of the fury going out of her as Allan destroyed her arguments one by one.
"Why not? He isn't going to wear anything out and he sure as hell isn't going to get her pregnant pumping it into her from that end."
The crudeness of his reply brought a scarlet blush to Sandy's cheeks.
"Well I think it's utterly and thoroughly disgusting!" she exclaimed.
"No, lovely, I somehow don't think that you do. I think you want to try it but don't have the courage to admit it even to yourself."
"How can you say such a thing!" she choked, her body trembling with emotion and tears of frustrated rage on her cheeks.
"Because I've seen a lot of women in my day. Some of them were really disgusted and some of them were so hot they were ready to catch on fire but managed to convince themselves they were disgusted. Now take you, for example...."
With a slow confident movement, Allan reached up and cupped one of Sandy's breasts in his hand.
"Don't touch me," she quivered, recoiling back against a laboratory table.
"Why not?" inquired Allan, a mocking glint in his eye, "I'd say Bill was touching Val and getting away with it. Don't you believe that turn-about's fair play?"
"Bill must have your permission to go to bed with Val or he'd never do it!" Sandy insisted, defending her lover, even under these strange conditions.
"Bill does have my permission," continued Allan, pulling her to him and exploring her body with his hands. "And do you know what else? I have his permission to do whatever I want with you. I've been waiting patiently for you to loosen up."
"Oh, Allan, I'm so confused. This whole sordid business is turning my world upside down."
"I know it is, Sandy," the ex-sergeant answered, a little kindness coming into his voice for the first time. He pulled her tighter into his arms. "But everybody has to grow up sooner or later. Bill did his growing up in Vietnam and now you've got to grow up real fast yourself or you're going to lose him."
"What do you mean, lose him?" cried the tormented girl. "From what I just saw, I'd say he was already gone!"
"Not at all, little girl. You don't understand even yet. Val and Bill and I are all very close friends, and close friends share what they have, in this case, their bodies. And if you're going to be a part of our group, you've got to share too. And if you won't share you're going to be outside the circle. Can't you read the handwriting on the wall?"
As he spoke, Allan continued to caress her body as if they were old familiar lovers. Disgusted and humiliated as she was by what the three of them were subjecting her to, Sandy found to her horror that her body was traitorously reacting to these strokes from this virtual stranger.
"But ... there are some things I just can't do," she cried. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't make myself do what Val was doing to Bill."
"Oh, really?" retorted the former soldier, a little bitterness in his voice. "Is your sweet little virginal mouth that precious? Billions of women for thousands of years have been blowing men and enjoying it, but Uppity Miss Sandy Salm cannot, because she comes from New England and proper New England girls do not indulge in these practices that are beneath their precious dignity."
"I can't, I tell you," she wailed, miserable and embarrassed.
"Yes you can, Sandy, baby," Allan snapped, stepping away from her abruptly. "I'll demonstrate precisely how easy it is. Strip, you little bitch! I'm going to fill that precious little throat of yours full of good old fashioned dignity!"
"What? Here? Oh Allan...." she faltered.
"Take off your clothes or I'll rip them off you," snarled the photographer, speaking through clenched teeth. "How long do you think we can put up with this Miss Goody-goody act? You're so fucking hot and bothered right now you can hardly stand up. Are you taking those clothes off or do I start ripping?"
Her eyes blinded by tears, Sandy fumbled with the buttons on the laboratory smock she was wearing over nothing but a sheer pair of panties and her brassiere. It seemed impossible to disobey him at this point and her hands trembled as she unfastened the bra and let it fall to the floor next to the smock. Moving like a zombie, she slipped the soft silken panties down over the curves of her hips to her ankles below and stepped free of them, her will to resist now destroyed. Naked, she faced him, feeling like a slave awaiting her orders.
"On your knees," he hissed and Sandy felt his hands on her shoulders, forcing her down on top of her discarded clothing.
"Open my pants and take it out," he commanded next and Sandy watched in amazement as her hands, apparently acting of their own accord, reached up and undid the zipper on his trousers, loosening the belt and sliding his pants down to the floor. She lowered his shorts, easing them over the turgid hardness of his cock and gasped as it quickly sprang to life, a few inches from her lips. She felt Allan's hands in her hair as she moved the massive red-tipped penis closer. He began tormenting her face with it, touching her cheeks and eyelids with the smooth rubbery head, leaving tiny trails of his seeping pre-cum glistening wetly on the smoothness of her facial skin.
"Open your mouth, baby," he ordered. "Do I have to tell you everything?"
She obeyed, ovaling it slightly as she had seen Val and the girl in the pictures doing it, as he stood staring down at her as if from a great height.
"Now put it in your mouth. That's right. Now suck, baby, suck."
Raising her hands, Sandy took hold of the gigantic pulsing length and guided it hypnotically to her lips. In her conscious mind she had no idea of what to do, but half-crazed as she was by a combination of lust and fear of the older man, her instincts took over and guided her. She found herself nibbling gently On the bulbous red tip of Allan's uncircumsized penis while her hands stroked the length of his hardness and played with his sperm-heavy balls. The debased, depraved sensuality of what she was doing excited her even more and although there were tears streaming down her cheeks, she urged him further into her mouth, pulling on him with her hands still entwined in her hair, established a steady back and forth motion as he eagerly fucked her virginal young mouth, exciting himself by watching his long thick cock sliding in and out between the young girl's tightly locked lips. He could feel his sperm-filled balls slapping obscenely against her tender smooth chin as he ground his pelvis harder into her uplifted face. Allan was enjoying her ultimate debasement and humiliation, but sincerely believed that this would ultimately be good for her and good for Bill.
She's a nice girl, really, he thought as he looked down on her glistening, lipstick-rimmed lips sucking on his reluctantly hardened cock. She was just a little slow getting started, but ... at the same time he thought he could detect a slight quickening of the intensity of her tongue licking wetly now beneath the fully swollen head of his penis.
Allan's cock seemed to have doubled again in size since she had first let it slide past her lips and the saliva from her widely opened mouth drooleddown over her chin. Allan was increasing the pressure now and remembering her boyfriend, Bill, and the girl in the other room, she drew him into her as far as she could, suddenly masochistically possessed by the desire to punish Bill and give it to his friend like he had never had it before in his life.
She wanted to drain him of every drop of his sperm, make him scream with passion and let her fiance hear him groan as he shot his load of cum into the tender virginal cavity of her throat.
Allan, fucking into her mouth from above, was conscious now of her increased efforts and he redoubled the speed of his stroke, thrusting his thick glistening cock deeper and deeper into her throat, bringing his pelvis close to her face and then pulling away from her to thrust forward again. He shifted his hands from her hair to her cheeks, pressing inward with the tips of his fingers to increase the pressure on his throbbing cock.
She knew he was close to cumming when he gripped her head again between his palms and uttered a long savage groan. His penis seemed to expand for one last frantic effort. She choked and sputtered as his hot jetting cum shot in a powerful, almost endless stream into the back of her throat. He held her head in his vise-like grip as he emptied himself completely into her once proud little mouth and she continued to suck and nibble hungrily at his slowly-deflating cock, swallowing desperately at the warm strange-tasting cum until finally, against her will this time, it slipped entirely out from between her sperm-covered lips, leaving only a thin, string-like trickle of whiteness still connecting them. Her throat continued to swallow the remains of the white creamy liquid his wildly jerking cock had poured down into her greedily accepting stomach.
Allan stepped back, Sandy sank exhausted, full-length, onto the floor of the darkroom, utterly spent and drained from the degrading, but somehow lust-inciting, experience. She heard a movement of footsteps at the door and the sound of a whispered conversation between Bill and Allan. She looked up to find her fiance kneeling over her.
"Everything's all right now, honey," he reassured her tenderly, kissing her directly on her sperm-glistening lips. "Come up to bed now. And welcome to the group!"