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If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- COPYRIGHT (C) 1992 - by Megan Luce - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, except as provided for herewith: This document MAY be freely reproduced and transmitted in any form and by any means, provided it is neither modified in any way, nor sold. -------------------------------------------------------- Photo Spread by Megan Luce (address withheld) *** Seeing myself in a magazine and knowing that thousands of guys will be drooling over my picture, thinking about how vulnerable I look sprawled on my back with myself exposed, imagining themselves fucking me is such a huge turn-on for me. (MF, exh, voy, public) *** My first boyfriend Danny, besides being captain of the basketball team, star of the journalism school, and generally a BMOC, was a talented amateur photographer. By the time I met him, when he was a senior and had won quite a few national awards in intercollegiate competitions. Naturally everywhere we went, Danny took pictures of me. He told me constantly that I was the most beautiful and photogenic girl he'd ever seen; I was flattered, even though I've always thought I looked pretty good. I'm a natural redhead with green eyes; since junior high I've been 5'2" and 107 pounds, with measurements of 36C-23-34, and I don't have any warts or anything. One rainy weekend after we'd been going together for a couple of months, we were at Danny's because his parents were away for the afternoon and evening. After two solid hours of fucking (in a bed, for a change!), what I wanted was a nap, and then a reprise. But Danny wanted to show me some of his earlier portfolio. It was a magnificently erotic collection, ranging the gamut from girls in bikinis to wet T-shirt contests to girls showering together - and far, far beyond. I knew they were Danny's own work, because of the humor and imagination behind even the most explicit shots - and because I recognized a lot of the girls from school. There was one pose that I thought was really brilliant. In the first frame, a pretty but very puzzled blonde girl (Karen - I played tennis with her a couple of times) is standing in the shower, her pussy and thighs completely concealed by billowing bubbles; she is gaping at something a contrite-looking kneeling brunette is displaying on her open palms. After you study the picture a minute, you suddenly realize it is a soap sculpture of a cock and balls, and that half the shaft is missing. In the second frame Karen, still dripping wet, is lying on a bed, a pillow under her hips and her legs spread, while the other girl examines Karen's twat very closely with a pen-shaped flashlight. Another which I just loved shows a nude girl seated at a small table, her eyes closed dreamily. She is leaning far forward, her hard nipples just grazing the tabletop, and sucking ardently on the tip of a large banana held upright in both hands. Oozing from her mouth and dripping onto her tits is a white, syrupy fluid Danny swore was whipped cream; but knowing Danny, I can think of a MUCH more likely liquid. After ten or fifteen minutes, Danny asked me to pose for some sexy photos. I refused at first, even though, to tell the truth, the idea excited me, but he kept at it until eventually I let him talk me into doing it. Besides, I was crazy in love and would have done anything for him. What he wanted was a series showing me masturbating, in all sorts of outfits and circumstances. One of my very favorites shows me in one of his sister's pinstripe business suits leaning way back in a desk chair, with my eyes closed and feet on the desk, holding a big cigar casually in my left hand as if I were a tycoon relaxing and listening to someone across the desk; the impression seems somewhat less likely when you notice that my skirt is pulled up around my waist and my right hand is inside my panties! (I always wondered how Personnel people kept from being bored.) The one Danny liked best showed me standing naked except for leg-warmers and a headband, looking delightedly at a modified exercise bike; Danny had modified the bike himself, replacing the seat with a huge black dildo. It was sort of funny, because at the time I'd never even heard of a dildo, and I assumed that he had made it himself! As you can imagine, both of us got very horny pretty quickly, and so within half an hour we were back in bed. While we were resting for a while later, Danny said that if these came out well, we should think about making some others to sell, because we wanted money to go to Spain over spring break. I was a little reluctant at first, but the thought of Spain alone with Danny persuaded me. A few weeks later we made another set of pictures, a lot more explicit this time. I won't bore you with the details - the theme of the shoot was "Megan Plays Maid," and there were shots with feather dusters, turkey basters (even a long, thin loaf of French bread!). I learned a lot, including the terms "beaver shot" and "split beaver," and Danny was so loving that I immediately agreed when he said he was going to send them to the amateur contests, to build a following, before he tried the high-paying markets. They were printed in quite a few, maybe because there aren't too many real redheads willing to spread their legs and prove it to the camera. I got a real kick out of it the first few times; I loved seeing myself naked and spread open like that, and Danny telling me how proud it made him that thousands of guys were fantasizing about fucking me, and gnashing their teeth when they saw that I was wearing his class ring. Danny always talked to me about each shot, told me what the readers would be thinking as they stared at me, what they'd do to have me in the flesh. It was really exciting to imagine a whole long line of guys bringing me presents, and my rewarding them accordingly. Like, for a small diamond, maybe I'd take my bra off and let them kiss each nipple once; for a large emerald, perhaps I would let them lick my pussy for a minute or two. I remember working out a whole schedule of gifts and payoffs, all of them probably equally inflated. But Danny's little lectures did help me understand men better, and made me a better model. The first time my picture was selected as a monthly winner, and I got to work with a pro photographer, was the most exciting thing I've ever done. I loved peeling off my clothes for George; I almost came when I pulled down my panties and he said, "Christ, you really have a world-class twat! It's even giving me a hardon." I knew he'd probably seen about a million, so I took his remark as a high compliment. At the time I had a rather thick bush of pussy fur, which obscured more than George was happy with - I was so innocent I'd never even thought about trimming it. So George started to, then decided instead to make a "how-to" piece. In the end my poor pussy was shaved clean, which George found extremely exciting; like many pros, he worked in just bikini underpants because the lights made the studio so hot, so I could see how turned on he was. I also thought being shaved was exciting - at the time - but in a few hours it burned like crazy from the scrapes, and in a few days it itched like the worst case of poison ivy you've ever imagined. That was when I gave up panties, completely and forever. For two weeks I constantly wore sanitary pads soaked in baby lotion (a trick George taught me when I called him, nearly crazy from the itch). I learned a lot from George, like putting baby oil on your clit to make it glow when it's photographed, and I also had a lot of fun. I was really proud when the spread was published, but Danny almost ignored it. He was pretty happy, though, when we bought our tickets to Spain with the money! Then I realized that as far as Danny was concerned, he had to be the whole center of attention, even though it was my tits and pussy these guys were drooling over. He wanted them to be jealous of him, instead of just being hot for me! Too bad for Danny! By now I really loved posing - and not only for the "anonymous fame" it brought. I got (and get!) a great kick out of the actual photo sessions. Whenever I'm on my way to one, particularly with a photographer I haven't worked with before, I get hornier and hornier, the closer I get to the studio. By the time I arrive, my nipples are achingly hard and my panties are soaked; I can hardly wait to get my clothes off and my legs spread. I don't know why, but I practically come just undressing with someone watching - it doesn't much matter who: a photographer, a lover, the girls in the health club locker room. Seeing myself in a magazine has much the same effect. I think it's knowing that thousands of guys (and a few girls?) will be drooling over my picture, thinking about how vulnerable I look sprawled on my back with my cunt exposed, imagining themselves fucking me. And all the time I know that in fact I'm the one in control, the center of attention. The shrinks all say a girl poses naked because she's uncertain that she's sexually attractive, but I think that's wrong; I don't fuck all the guys who take my picture, let alone everyone who sees one. Danny's attitude really rankled, so one night when Danny was at a fraternity reunion, I called up Ted, a guy I knew from school, and got him to take a bunch of photos of me WITHOUT Danny's ring on, and submit them. He did a great amateur job, and when they appeared, I mailed a copy of the magazine to Danny. When he next saw me, he was mad at first, then decided he loved thinking how horny it must have made Ted to see me naked in person, and how jealous Ted must be of him. This same old attitude made me mad all over again, but when he asked me if I'd fucked Ted to thank him for taking the pictures, I could and did say quite honestly that I hadn't - the idea of Ted suffering with an unrelieved erection really fed Danny's ego, and fortunately he didn't ask how I HAD thanked Ted. It was entirely unplanned, anyway; Ted was a sort of buddy, and I knew that he would do it as a favor, or just to see me nude. But after a couple of hours naked with three guys (his roommates Kevin and Bill refused to leave when they found out what we planned - and I found the idea of an audience fantastically exciting), three attractive guys who, though their dicks had seemed about to rip through their jeans all evening, never tried to put the make on me, I decided they had earned a bonus. And so had I. It was maybe my best bonus ever, at least until the day George was sick and Michelle filled in for him. But that's another story. Two stories. If anyone wants to hear them. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 66