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Picture Perfect - 3
by JW (jw1137@hotmail.com)

***

The birthday girl joins the party. Three isn't 
necessarily a crowd. (Ff, oral)

***

Mom didn't usually get home from her Beauty Salon until 
after six. She opened her own business five years ago 
just before she and dad had split up. In fact it might 
have been part of the reason they'd separated. The 
divorce had been finalized a year later. I was too 
young when it all happened to really understand. I 
loved my dad but after the divorce he'd moved clear 
across the country so I don't see him very much 
anymore. I arrived home from Carly's Photography Studio 
at four thirty.

Lucie was usually home by four on Saturday. Her parents 
didn't need her at the market; they just wanted her to 
become involved in the business. I had gone with her a 
couple of times and knew that in the afternoon there 
wasn't much to do. When she picked up the phone I 
started going a mile a minute. She agreed to come over 
after mass tomorrow but I'd be surprised if she really 
understood what I'd told her. I turned on the TV just 
to get the subject off my mind.

***

Lucie showed up at the door at eleven wearing her 
Sunday best. "You didn't change." I remarked as I let 
her in.

"You said we were going to a photography studio and we 
might have our pictures taken," my friend defended. 
'Yeah but your clothes probably won't be in the 
picture,' I thought but didn't say. I had told my mom 
enough about Carly to satisfy her security concerns. So 
when I called out "Hey mom we're going now." All she 
said was;

"Have a good time sweetheart. I'm making dinner for 
six. Hi Lucie, bye Lucie."

"Bye missus Dilworth." Lucie returned as we headed out 
the door. Lucia's little plaid skirt and white blouse 
looked out of place beside my shorts and T shirt. 
During the walk I filled my friend in more coherently 
about Carly, and her studio. At least up to the part 
where clothes started coming off. 

Miz LaRoche opened the door wearing a red silk kimono 
with dragons embroidered on it. "Good morning ladies," 
she said. "I sort of wasn't expecting you until 
afternoon."

"Jeeze I'm sorry Carly, I did say we'd be later didn't 
I."

"No matter, come on in," she invited holding the door 
open. Lucie went in first which allowed me to see our 
host give my friend a thorough once over. "And who do 
we have here?" she prompted the introduction.

"This is my friend Lucia, but everybody calls her 
Lucie."

"Lucia," Carly repeated. "Such a pretty name for a 
pretty girl." She said bending slightly and looking my 
dark haired friend in the eye. I saw Lucie smile and 
blush a little as she said, "Thank you."

"Come on back to the studio everything you want to see 
is back there." Our host led the way into what was now 
somewhat familiar territory for me. Lucie looked around 
in fascination as I had done yesterday. "Have a seat 
girls; Can I get you anything?" 'Surely it was too 
early for wine,' I thought. So I answered for both of 
us 

"No, we're fine thanks."

I took a seat at the end of the couch and Lucie sat 
sort of in the middle. I couldn't help a look at the 
spot where Carly had squirted yesterday but there was 
no sign of a mark. 'I guess she's really good at 
cleaning that kind of thing up,' I surmised. 

Carly went to the book shelf and took three albums out 
again. She offered one sort of in general between us 
and I took it from her. She sat down beside Lucie sort 
of perched on the edge of the sofa and placed the other 
two books on the coffee table. The photographer was 
looking at my friend's cute little bare knees displayed 
between the hem of the short skirt and the tops of the 
white knee socks. I opened the first volume between our 
laps.

"Oh that's so cute!" Lucie exclaimed at the photo of 
the little girl crouching down to feed a duckling.

"I knew you'd like them," I said as I turned the page. 
We browsed the first album uneventfully with 
appropriate gushing over how cute the kids and animals 
were. It was the same one I'd started with yesterday. I 
swapped the first book for a second. It was not the 
same as the one I'd looked at second the day before. It 
started with some very classy looking soft focus shots 
of girls about our age. 

In the first few pages the girls were wearing various 
different kinds of clothes. I turned a page and I felt 
Lucie stiffen. The girl in this picture had a baby doll 
nightie on. I guessed, because of her figure, that she 
must be at least sixteen and a well developed sixteen 
at that. The young woman in the photo had a sort of 
sultry pout on her face and her ample hooters were not 
hard to make out under the gauzy covering. I looked 
from the picture, which had caused a twitch in my 
pussy, to Lucie who was staring wide eyed at the page, 
to our host who was watching my friend's reaction 
intently.

Carly moved in a little closer. "Do you think she's 
pretty?" she asked, her mouth very close to Lucie's 
ear. I knew the drill. The slightly nervous girl with 
the long dark hair between us made an unintelligible 
sound that could have been an affirmative. Carly's and 
my eyes met across my best friend; the photographer was 
telepathically sending a turn the page message so I 
did. I bit my lip so I wouldn't gasp but I heard 
Lucie's sharp intake of breath. The next picture was 
two girls in very sheer night gowns. They were facing 
each other with their hands on each other's hips. 

"You're just as pretty as they are," Carly was assuring 
the girl sitting between us in a whisper so low I 
almost didn't hear her. Lucie had begun to squirm in 
her seat. I looked at my friend's face first. Her 
expression was strained and there was quite a bit of 
color in her cheeks. Letting my eyes pan down I saw the 
tiny extra bumps on top of her round boobies. Down 
further, past where half the book covered her lap, I 
saw our host's hand on the inside of my friend's knee.

Speaking in a very low tone as if she was afraid of 
waking Lucie up, Carly said "Why don't I take some 
pictures of you now?" She got up and the robe fell 
forward away from her chest. I had a profile view of 
her naked tit before she straightened up. The sight of 
the dangling flesh with the large erect nipple sent a 
jolt into my girlhood. 

My friend was still staring at the photo when Carly 
snapped the first picture. A soft flood of light from 
one of the umbrella thingies was cast over us. "Tracy 
honey, take your T shirt off" the photographer said 
very softly. With no hesitation I stripped my top off. 
I felt my bra rub on my diamond hard nips in the 
process. When I looked down at the thin cotton bra it 
wasn't hard to see them poking against the cup. "Lucie, 
don't you think Tracy's breasts are just as nice as the 
girls' in the photos?" 

I was surprised that the softly asked question caused 
my friend to look up from the book and directly at my 
barely covered chest. Lucie made that sound again it 
was certainly more of a groan than a word. "Tracy show 
Lucie your breasts so she can compare." The instruction 
was clear enough. I reached behind my back and released 
the hooks. The shutter clicked and the soft light 
splashed several times before I had my bra in my lap. 
My girl friend was shaking like a leaf but making no 
effort to get away from what was turning into quite an 
erotic situation. Suddenly I felt very bold after 
looking over at Carly who was giving me a get busy 
look.

"I wanna see yours too," I announced as I started 
working the buttons on Lucie's blouse. I realized I was 
shaking as badly as my friend while fumbling with the 
stubborn fasteners. When I opened the two halves of the 
shirt the shutter fired repeatedly again. It was sort 
of like doing the actions under a strobe light.

"Stand up girls." Carly commanded softly. Seems we had 
all forgotten about the album in our laps which 
clattered to the floor. Nobody took any notice. I was 
too intent on getting her blouse off. I flung it in the 
direction of the couch and stopped to admire my work. 
The sneak peeks in gym class hadn't adequately prepared 
me for what I saw. 

Lucie's tits were much bigger than I had thought they 
were. I could clearly make out the large dark areola 
through the sheer material of her bra. Anxious to 
finish unveiling her twin beauties I reached behind 
her. Our faces were barely inches apart. Closing my 
mouth over hers seemed such a natural thing to do I was 
surprised I hadn't thought of it before. Our tongues 
engaged and danced together as I worked on the hooks. 
There was a continuous stream of clicks and flashes as 
I pulled away with the nearly transparent undergarment. 

Lucie went up on her toes trying to maintain the 
contact between our lips until it became impossible. We 
stood there topless, staring and panting. In my mind I 
recollected some of the pictures I had been looking at 
the day before, and wondered if the girls in those 
photographs were as nervous and turned on as I was 
right now.

"Go ahead honey, play with her breasts, she wants you 
to," Carly interjected. She could have been talking to 
either of us. We both responded by following the 
direction. Lucie's breasts felt rounder and fuller than 
mine and I was intrigued by her large flat areolas. 
Lucie squeezed my boobs harder than I normally would 
and it felt wonderful. Then she began to tug at my hard 
little raisins.

"Oh my God Tracy they're so hard. I've wanted to do 
this for so long." My best friend was whimpering. I 
dragged my thumb nails over the dark brownish areola 
then concentrated on the plump little knob at the 
center. "Ugghh..." she groaned and pinched my nips even 
harder. I can't say why I realized that the flashing 
and shutter clicks had stopped but I did. 

I glanced over to where Carly had been standing and saw 
her mounting the camera on a tripod. I turned back to 
my playmate and impulsively took the springy little 
nipple in my mouth. Lucie let out a scream. I was 
pretty sure no one had ever sucked on her boobs before 
and I knew from my own very recent experience that 
these new erotic sensations were almost over powering. 
I felt rather than saw Carly behind my girl friend. 

I managed to turn my head and catch sight of her on her 
knees behind Lucie, she was naked. Her hands were under 
the plaid skirt and her intention was soon clear as the 
white cotton descended over the cute little knees and 
down on top of the Mary Janes. Rising from all fours 
she gripped Lucie's hips and started to turn her. 
Sensing the plan I helped with the rotation and the 
edge of the couch buckled my friend's knees causing her 
to bounce her now naked butt onto the resilient 
cushions. I followed her down still latched on her tit. 

Lucie squealed as she felt herself falling. When she 
was half sitting, half lying on the sofa I slid down 
her body until I was sitting between her legs. Carly 
had been going in the opposite direction and was now up 
on the sofa above her. The photographer scraped one of 
her large plump nipples over Lucie's nose and mouth. 
The girl whom I sure had not done anything like this 
for thirteen years took the rubbery offering and 
started sucking hard. Carly seemed delighted at the 
response and groaned, "Oh darling baby girl that's it 
suck it honey and bite it."

I flipped the short skirt up onto her tummy and sat 
entranced with the sight and smell of her. The pubic 
hair was thick and black the bottom part, right between 
her legs, was matted and obviously very wet. Seconds 
passed as her marvelous fragrance filled my nose. "Go 
ahead sweetie open her slowly and gently." 

I applied all my fingers, using both hands to part her 
labia majora the term came into my mind from my lesson 
yesterday. The visual contrast of reddish pink moist 
flesh framed by the rich black hair sent new shivers 
all through me. My heart and my pussy were pounding in 
counterpoint. I studied the structure of her girlhood 
with the information I had learned from Carly. Before 
that I would not have known to look for the little flap 
of skin at the top of the crease. From my low angle I 
thought I could almost make out something trying to 
sneak out from under it. That's her clit I recognized 
thanks to the excellent tutoring I'd received. 

"Slowly honey; lick it from bottom to top." My tutor 
instructed. I looked up to see she was stroking Lucie's 
tits while my friend was still avidly sucking our 
host's large nipple. My first taste of her sweet nectar 
was heavenly. It was like honey and cream rolling back 
on my tongue as I moved up and soon struck the little 
hood. I felt the hard button underneath it. The 
reclining girl had started a low moan at the first 
contact with her boiling sex. 

My tongue moved up and the pitch and volume of her 
vocalization both increased. When the tip hit her most 
sensitive spot she shrieked and probably would have 
thrown herself of the couch if Carly hadn't been 
holding her down. Instinctively my tongue swirled 
around the little pleasure button and Lucie's hips 
jerked violently in every direction. When she finished 
cuming I continued to lap the copious juice wanting to 
capture every precious drop but my girl friend groaned 
and put her hands over her pussy blocking me out. I 
looked up at Carly in disappointment. 

"She's just too sensitive right now sweetie give her a 
minute." I rocked back from between her legs and had a 
better prospective of what was happening on the couch. 
I noticed that my pussy was aching. I had been so 
intent on Lucie's snatch that I had completely 
forgotten my own. With a couple of deft movements I 
stripped off my shorts and panties. They were soaked 
through.

I got up on my knees and noticed that our host was 
rocking up and down and squeezing her breasts hard 
looking down on our post orgasmic playmate. Between 
Carly's legs I caught sight of something purple. I 
moved in for a closer look. The photographer didn't 
seem to even notice me. Her eyes were fixed on Lucie. 
She had one arm across her breasts, squeezing and 
pulling on one with her hand while the inside of her 
forearm rubbed the other. Her right hand was on her 
crotch three fingers making rapid little circles at the 
top of her slit. 

Carly's hips were moving up and down. When she went up 
I could see the bottom part of the purple cylinder that 
was apparently embedded in her cunt. Each time she 
lowered herself onto the rubbery toy, with its large 
base resting on the couch cushion, she gave out with a 
deep grunt. Her up and down motion was getting faster 
and the grunts were getting louder. I reached between 
my own legs and copied the circular wiggling motion of 
her hand wondering what it must feel like to have that 
fat plastic thing up inside you at the same time.

Carly shoved her pelvis down completely consuming the 
toy and emitted a loud grunt that became a sigh, and 
then seemed to fall backward against the armrest of the 
sofa. The hand that had been diddling her clit held the 
base of the purple wand deep inside for a few seconds 
then slowly pulled the long cylinder out. The plastic 
gleamed with her juices. 

The photographer hardly seemed to notice when I took 
the toy from her hand. I was amazed at how big, slick 
and rubbery I was. I began to lick my mentor's tangy 
juices off the tool while continuing to stroke my 
pounding coochie. The purple plastic had a sort of a 
ball at the end. I put as much in my mouth as I could, 
which wasn't even a third of it and sucked on Carly's 
secretions.

I looked back at the older woman on the couch to find 
her watching me. Her head resting in her hand on her 
bent elbow. "Have you ever put anything inside honey?" 
she asked. I hook my head in the negative while still 
cleaning her ambrosia from the wand. "We better start 
with something a lot smaller," she said as she pulled a 
small white cylinder from a drawer in the end table. 

I still had the dildo in my hand when she slipped down 
onto the floor with me and kissed me deeply. When our 
mouths parted she pushed me back very gently. Lying 
there with my knees bent I watched as my mentor turned 
the base of the little toy and it began to hum. She ran 
the hard plastic down the inside of my thigh which was 
wet and slippery from my own juices. The tingling 
sensation on my skin made me wail but as the vibrator 
moved toward my steaming snatch I felt tremendous 
pressure building up. 

Like a symphony conductor the older woman dragged the 
buzzing white tube down my thigh across my mons and up 
the other side. About half way to my knee she started 
back down on a different path, sort of on the back of 
my leg. The bottom part of the circuit bumped across my 
butt cheeks and again finished by ascending the back of 
the other leg. Around and around she went the circle 
getting just a little smaller each time. 

When the tantalizing hum passed over my pubic hair I 
squealed with the intensity of the pleasure. It seemed 
to go on for hours but of course it was not even a 
minute. At the bottom of a stroke when the vibrator was 
between my cheeks, instead of continuing across Carly 
moved the hard white plastic straight up just barely 
touching my labia as it traced the length of my crease 
from bottom to top. My hips bucked and my tormentor 
moved the buzzing toy away for a second and the 
repeated the bottom to top caress. Each time with 
pinpoint accuracy the older woman pulled the humming 
plastic away just before it arrived at my clit.

The cascade of soft fragrant hair across my chest made 
my open my eyes. Lucie's long dark tresses covered my 
boobs with a feathery cool caress. Her lips latched on 
to my nipple and her tongue wiggled it back and forth. 
An instant later Carly applied the humming toy's base 
to my yearning clitoris and dragged its length downward 
until the tip was pointed directly at my flooded love 
tunnel. With a wiggle she parted the obstructing labia 
and slowly pushed the cylinder inside and I exploded. 

I thought my first orgasm yesterday had been as good as 
it got. Once again I was wrong. My brain was really not 
able to separate the sensations of the vibrator deep in 
my pussy, Carly's thumb strumming my slit and Lucie's 
tongue and lips stimulating my nipple. In concert they 
produced waves of pleasure that were almost unbearable.

The jerking and spasming eventually began to subside. I 
felt empty when the hard plastic toy departed my nearly 
numb girlhood. My vision was very fuzzy but I could 
make out Carly sitting between my legs licking and 
sucking the disabled vibrator and Lucie to my side 
smiling sweetly at me stroking my sweat dampened hair. 
The soft floods of light continued to illuminate the 
three of us at regular intervals.

For quite a while we stayed like that; each of us in 
our own little post orgasmic world. Our host was the 
first to get up and disable the automatic camera 
shutter. As she rose I saw her extract her purple 
friend from her pussy. Then that I realized there were 
actually three cameras trained on our sordid little 
scene. 

From the far side of the room Carly said a single word 
"Tub" before she disappeared into the hallway. I wasn't 
even sure if I could move my body felt completely 
spent. Lucie was looking at me quizzically. To my great 
surprise I was able to get to my feet and lead my best 
friend to the large whirlpool bath.

We sat in the warm swirling water absently soaping 
ourselves and each other. "Maybe you ladies would like 
to come over net Saturday and meet some of the other 
girls." Carly finally broke the silence.

"Oh... I have to work on Saturdays," Lucie moaned

"OK, how about Friday night then; we'll make it a 
party!" our host reconsidered.

"That's my birthday!" Lucie said enthusiastically.

"Perfect!" Carly responded. "We'll have a birthday 
party for Lucia," and she looked at me. I was nodding 
my acceptance of the plan. "It's settled then Friday at 
eight."

The End (for me)

This is as far as I intend to take this story. I'm 
really not interested in writing the orgy scene [which 
is apparently what comes next]. I have often said that 
the stories write themselves and this one has chosen a 
direction that doesn't interest me very much. 

I have a habit of recycling characters so Carly or 
Tracy [maybe even Lucie] could show up in another story 
line. If some other author would like to continue it, 
be my guest.

JW

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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