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"You're gorgeous," I said to Jennie Steele, the little blonde who sat sweetly in my studio for her graduation photo from The Westside Junior College. "Get out of here," she said. She pretended to be embarrassed as she started to peel out of her cap and gown. Her hair was bleached, which made her brown eyes, seem even more exciting. She had walked into my studio sucking on a lollypop, and she picked it up again. "I'm serious," I said. "I could put you in any men's magazine." My name is Wren Kennard. There's no telling how many of my models you've seen on late night advertising, or even in Playboy and Penthouse, but I know you've seen at least a few. And I'll tell you something else -- each one of the women was a new and fresh face at one time or another, and every one was once a virgin. "I loved that red outfit you came in here with," I said. She twisted her head, and sucked on the lollypop. Then she grinned at me. "It's just an old latex dress with matching shoes?" "Yeah," I said. "But you look great. Maybe I can use you as a model." She raised her eyebrows, and tilted her head susupiciously. "Maybe," she said, and she went behind the screen to get dressed. I heard the rustle and crack of the latex clothing. But when she came out, I saw that she had buttoned only the two middle buttons of her very stiff red frock. She was still wearing her matching four-inch heels. "You look fantastic," I said. "Flattery! You guys are all alike," she said, and she flopped her ass on the black leather sofa and spread her knees, showing her sweet pussy, which was almost devoid of hair. She saw my eyes flash there, and she grinned from ear to ear. "Now take a picture of me in the outfit," she said, and she ran her fingers to her pussy. She was looking straight at the front of my jeans and making little puckering expressions with her lips. As a photographer, I didn't have to be convinced that I had some great potential here. Shots that just about any men's pictorial magazine would gobble up -- especially after that first, great pussy shot. With my trusty Nikon, I took one picture after another after another. She did everything I wanted her to do, and some I hadn't even thought of. She grabbed the lollypop and sucked. She twisted it this way and that in her mouth. Then, with her fingers, she pushed the red latex aside, she put the lollypop on her nipples and between her tits. She put it near her pussy, then inside her pussy, and she sucked on it again. Even though I was a still photographer, I found myself wishing I had a loaded video camera, so I could save every moment for posterity. Finally, she leaned way over to the side and stuck her finger in her mouth, grinning at me. "Are you just going to take pictures," she said. My cock was so hard it was a wonder it didn't tear through my jeans. "Come on, Mr. Kennard. Bring that cock over here and let me suck it." Even as I approached her, I continued to take photos. She looked up and smiled, and when I got there, she reached for the zipper of my jeans and eased it down slowly. Then she leaned forward, took my cock in her hand, and brought it downward, so that the head was in her mouth just as the lollypop had been. She looked straight up at me, licking and sucking and grinning. She licked under, over and around. "I know you're gonna sell those pictures," she said, after she let my cock slip from between my lips. Then, still holding onto it, she leaned back and spread her knees one more time. The light shined just right, emphasizing the single, luscious crack of her pussy. It looked so good that I wanted to dive into it, but I grabbed my camera and I started to shoot again, clicking off one shot after another after another. "Would you stop taking pictures and fuck me!" she said. "Damn it what do I have to do to get you to fuck me." With those words, I put the camera on the floor, pushed her back on the leather sofa, and jammed my cock at her pussy. The first time it slid by, and I tried it a second time, but the same thing happened. "Damn it, I can't get it in," I said. "That's because I'm a virgin," she said. This time, she took my cock and pushed it against the opening. "Spread my pussy lips with your fingers!" she said. I did as I was told. "Ahhhhh!" she cried out, as if in pain. Then she sighed deeply and growled at me, as my cock went all the way into her. I moved in and out of her, trying to go slowly, but Jennie was having none of the easy stuff. She bounced her ass up off the sofa, thrusting her pussy at me. I thrust harder and harder and deeper and deeper. With every stroke I seemed to give and to get more pleasure. "Oh, wow, wow, wow! You know how to fuck, Mr. Kennard. You really know how to fuck. Ohhhhh. I've been waiting for you. Waiting, waiting." "Yes," I said, pushing and pumping, grinding and slamming. Jennie was sexually instinctive. She had known what I wanted from the moment she walked in the door, and she had wanted it too, and she wanted it from me! "Ohhhhh," I moaned back at her as my cock started to grind hard inside her. I thought I was loosening her internal muscles, but suddenly her pussy was sucking on my cock as hard as her mouth had sucked, and she was sucking her own breath through her teeth. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard," she said. "Yes, yes," I said, and the pleasure surged through me as it surged through her, and I exploded in a crescendo of cum that emptied and emptied and emptied inside her. "I love the way that feels," she said. "Oh, God, I love the way that feels. Oh, wow, Mr. Kennard." "Yes, 'wow'," I said. I let out a long sigh, and I eased out of her. Then I reached into the jar and handed her a fresh lollypop. She untwisted the wrapper and put it to her tongue, as I picked up my camera. "Look over here," I said, holding my hand to my right. When she did, I clicked off one of the greatest photos I had ever taken, but it was not the last I ever took of Jennie Steele. Nor was it the last time I ever fucked her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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