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SUN SUIT GIRL 2 by BY REX PODIUS "You're every bit as beautiful as your mother was," I said. "Aw, Mr. Kennard, you're just saying that." "No, I mean it." "Am I as good a fuck?" Bonnie said, leaning forward hand shaking her auburn hair excitedly. I had just finished fucking her, but before that I had taken some very interesting photos of her, both in and out of her sun suit. On the shots where she was just part of the way out of the suit she looked delicious -- especially the ones where she bared that lovely slit of a pussy. "Now lets take some more photos," I said. "Can't we fuck first?" "We'll fuck after." "Promise?" "Promise," I said, and I gestured for her to return to the chaise in the corner of my studio. "Take it all off this time. Show me those luscious tits of yours." Bonnie giggled and stripped all the way out of her sun suit. Without asking me, she lay back and spread her legs wide, showing the downy fur and the pleasant slit which until a half hour before had been that of a virgin. "Damn! Your pussy looks good." "Want some?" she said. Then she giggled. "Love some. But let me get these shots first." "Will you sell them to a magazine?" "I will if you want me too." I focused through the lens and zoomed to the crack. Her pussy was so tiny and cute, it was amazing that I ever got my cock in there, I though as I snapped my first shot. "Does your pussy hurt or anything?" I said. She went off with that giggle again. "Hurt? Oh, no. It feels wonderful! I can't wait for us to do it again." Almost absently she slid her fingers down between her legs. Her nails were polished a deep red, and it gave the next two shots a vigorous and exciting look. She was no longer content to have her fingers just lie there and she started to stroke her slit, and I kept snapping photos. After I snapped the six shots, her other hand joined and she spread her pussy as far as it would go, which was not very wide. Maybe she had been telling the truth when she said she was a virgin. "Would you eat me, Mr. Kennard," she said, almost innocently. "In due time," I said, and I kept snapping the photos, constantly adjusting the zoom lens. >From time to time, I would back off completely and refocus on her face, with that twist of a smile that was so exciting. After a few minutes, she drew her right hand from her pussy and brought it to her tit, gently tugging on her nipple. "Your dick can't be all that comfortable in those pants," she said. I put up my hand for silence, and I took several more shots. I got closer and closer to her pussy, seeking out the detail. She sensed what I was doing and her fingers spread her pussy even more. "Please eat it," she whispered. This time, it was not with a giggle but it was with a kind of breathlessness. I'm a professional photographer, and I take my profession seriously. But I'm also a man, and I can only let my profession guide me so far. I backed away and put my camera on the table, and I started to strip out of my clothes. "You don't have to! Just eat me," she pleaded. She was right. I didn't have to get undressed to eat her. I hurried across the room. Then I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down to the edge of the chaise lounges. I planted my mouth over her pussy and plunged my tongue through the crack and into the hole. My upper lip massaged her clit. My fingers fumbled with my zipper and pulled it down. I wrapped my hand around my cock and I sucked on her pussy. Then I remembered how wonderfully she had done the deep throat only a half hour ago, and I helped her to the carpeted surface of my floor. I swung my body around, letting her grab for my cock, and I licked down over her clit several times before I reinserted my tongue into the tight hole. "Oh, Mr. Kennard!" She put her hand around my cock and brought the head to her lips, and she licked as if the head of my cock were the candy of a lollypop. She licked and she sucked, and I did the same. I heard her breathing harder and harder. Then she gave a little cry of "Oh!" I plunged hard with my tongue, massaged hard with my lips, and the harder I went at her, the harder she went at me. Now she had my cock all the way in her mouth again. She had the head all the way to the back of her throat, and it was as if she were swallowing it. "Mmmmm," we both went at the same time. "Oh, yes, Mmmmm," I said. She grunted and groaned and sucked, and my cock was part of the way down her throat, and her throat was massaging the head. I felt her shiver and I felt my own explosion as our mouths went harder and harder at each other. She was doing the deep throat, and I was probing deeply with my tongue. "Ohhhhh," I moaned, and she seemed to gargle my cum as she slid my cock from her mouth, sucking and jerking with her fingers as if she wanted me to cum again. I nibbled at her clit with my teeth, and she let out a great cry, but it was not a cry of pain but a cry of pleasure, and we both faded into exhaustion. (Oceania, end reading here unless you want a sequel based on what follows) I let my breathing slow down, and she did the same. Then I heard a female voice from the doorway. "I thought I'd find you here," the woman said. I looked up to see the beautiful, full-bosomed redhead, who I recognized immediately as Bonnie's mother. "Can anybody join this party?" she said. "Please do," I said. "What took you so long to get here, mom?" Bonnie said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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