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Photo Finish

Copyright © 2026 Rollie Lawson

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ISBN: 978-1-105-88969-1

Chapter 1 - Photo Shoot

Present Day

Amy Beckers looked at the man with the camera. She leaned back against the tree trunk and gave him a coquettish smile. With her hands back against the tree trunk, her breasts were forced out and up, accentuating their already significant size. Likewise, with one bare foot on the grass and the other lifted and braced against the tree, her skirt was stretched tightly across her hips and thighs. “How’s this, honey?”

Jason Beckers smiled. “Cute and sexy,” he replied. He took a couple of quick pictures.

She pulled her top up, flashing him. “Maybe I should be going for hot and sexy.”

Jason took another quick photo even as he laughed and said, “We’ll get to that soon enough. Did you want any shots before then?”

Amy laughed and pulled her top back into place. She looked around the small park to see if anybody else was nearby but didn’t see anybody. It was a small park half an hour south of their home outside of Fairfax, too small for soccer or baseball fields, and without a swimming pool or access to a stream or creek. It was simply an open area with a few picnic tables and some easy hiking trails. They had taken photos here before; it could be very private.

 

Amy posing for Jason

That privacy was necessary. Amy and Jason had a hobby, taking racy photos and posting them on the Internet. She was currently wearing a two-piece outfit, a small crop top and flirty miniskirt combo in a red gingham fabric that had arrived via FedEx earlier in the week. Saturday was the first day they had available for a photoshoot and the weather was perfect, bright and sunny, but not too hot.

Amy went back to her original pose and smiled at him. Jason began taking photos again and directing his wife in her poses. He had never suspected this side of her when they first met and began dating. It was only when they were planning their honeymoon when her interest in voyeurism and exhibitionism became apparent.

***

Four Years Ago

“Honey, I think I need a new swimsuit.”

Jason looked over at his fiancée. “What was that?” It was Friday night, and they were enjoying a weekend at home.

Amy Newhart looked over at him. She was wearing a tank top and jeans and they were planning for their October wedding. “I think I need a new swimsuit. I don’t like the last one I bought.”

He sat down next to her on the couch. “Where’d you buy it?”

“JC Penney,” she answered, blushing. “It’s been a few years.”

Jason rolled his eyes; no wonder she didn’t like it. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll buy it if you wear it.”

She looked at him suspiciously. “Why don’t I trust you? Any particular type of swimsuit you think I should buy?”

“Small.”

“That’s not very helpful.”

“Very small. Is that better?”

“Not really,” she said. “What type should I get?”

“Very, very small.”

“JASON!”

Her fiancé shrugged. “Okay, what type do you want? One piece? Two piece? Granny suit?”

Amy thought about that briefly. Her problem was that she didn’t think of herself as swimsuit material. She was too short, too heavy, too…something. She didn’t look anything like the models or actresses on TV or in the movies. “I don’t know,” she answered, somewhat lamely, thought Jason.

“You don’t want to try something on in the store. Fine. We’ll find something online. Back in a second.” He stood and went to his briefcase, returning with his laptop computer. “Let’s find you a swimsuit.” He opened it and typed in his password. Then he opened a browser and entered, ‘microbikini’.

“Microbikini! Jason…no!”

Her fiancé laughed. “Will you settle down. We’re just looking around.” He clicked on a link for a company called Wicked Weasel, an Australian company.

Amy stared as Jason moved around the website. They had all sorts of things there, bikinis and one-piece swimsuits, dresses, skirts and tops, and even exercise clothes. The clothing was undeniably sexy, but it was obvious the women wearing the clothing were professional models. They were all tall and skinny, with boob jobs, perfect complexions, professional makeup, and amazing lighting. “I don’t look anything like these women,” she protested.

“So, let’s try something else.” He clicked on the site for an American company, Malibu Strings.

Almost immediately Amy noticed a difference. For one thing, in addition to the swimsuits being worn by professional models, there was an extensive section with photos contributed by customers, amateurs who had bought their suits online. Wicked Weasel had a site like that, but they charged to see it. They clicked through the Malibu Strings amateurs, and she was amazed. It was obvious that they were truly everyday women. While quite a few were beautiful, some were short, some were fat, and some were old, much older than she was. Some had their faces turned away and explained that they had jobs where they couldn’t be seen on the Web. The one thing she noted was they were all confident in what they were doing.

Jason clicked through several more sites. Most had a section where regular women could send in pictures taken by husbands and boyfriends, and some were very explicit. While they all had pictures of the contributors wearing bikinis and monokinis, more than a few were topless and some were bottomless. Amy began reconsidering a small bikini.

Then she looked over at her fiancé. Jason seemed to be breathing harder, and when she looked at his lap, she found that wasn’t the only thing hard. His trousers were tented out by the substantial erection hiding there. “Jason, I think you like what we’ve been doing,” she teased, rubbing a hand over the front of his pants.

“I’ve been thinking about you in some of these bikinis,” he responded.

“Anything particular?” she asked.

“The type that are easy to remove.” With that he stopped talking, pulling her onto his lap and kissing her as he began undressing the buxom blonde. Amy shuddered as he touched her in all the places she loved. His lips were on her face and neck, his left hand was unbuttoning her blouse and playing with her tits, and his right hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and was rubbing her pussy through her panties.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she moaned. Amy and Jason had a very active sex life, but Jason was taking it to another level that night. He was very turned on by the thought of his beautiful fiancée wearing a transparent mesh microbikini and being seen by millions of people. Within minutes he had her on her back on the couch, her blouse open, her bra pulled up, and her skirt around her waist. He fumbled open his pants, and extracted his rock-hard cock, and then pushed her panties aside, entering her as she gasped and moaned. He plunged into her, pounding her down into the cushions, and Amy whimpered and moaned under the assault. She had lost track of her orgasms when she felt him stiffen in her arms, his cum blasting into her.

 

Amy and Jason buying bikinis

“Wow!” Amy said as she got her breath back.

“Yeah, uh, wow,” he agreed. Jason rolled off her, slipping to the floor as he did. He climbed to his feet, stripping off his clothing as he did so, and then took her hand. He led her into their bedroom, where they both finished undressing, and then got into bed. One good screw deserved another. It was Friday night, so they had all weekend to play.

***

Present Day

Jason smiled to himself as he remembered that first time they got involved in exhibitionism. It was obvious that the idea of Amy wearing tiny swimsuits turned them both on. Over the next few weeks, they looked at a variety of websites, joining a few, and Amy picked a small bikini to try. It wasn’t the smallest they sold, but it was smaller than any she had worn before. Unbeknownst to her, Jason ordered a second, more extreme bikini, with a thong back, side ties, and a bandeau top. He hid that one away and brought it on their honeymoon as a surprise.

They had started taking photos on their honeymoon, with Jason taking pictures of her on the beach and at the pool, and then more back in their room later. Amy had been very excited by Jason’s taking pictures of her, and when he told her to lose her top, he had been amazed when she undid the top and tossed it aside. He just kept taking pictures, and when he asked her to take off her bottom, she eagerly complied. He just kept taking pictures as she laid back on the bed and began playing with her nipples and pussy. When she spread her legs and crooked her finger at him, he tossed the camera aside and jumped onto the bed with her.

Since then, they had bought a number of swimsuits and other sexy clothing, all of which had ended up in photos, usually submitted to the company’s website. Along the way, Jason had gotten better at photography and Amy had gotten better at modeling.

Amy selected the name ‘HoneyGirl’ for her website entries because of her honey blonde hair that went several inches down her back. Depending on the company and the site, she could add extras to her photos, such as a description of why she had bought a particular item or where she had worn it. She also created a Hotmail account that was only for HoneyGirl and didn’t show up in her regular Gmail account. She was amazed at the number of people, mostly men but some women, too, who sent her emails, invitations, and pictures. Some were so disgusting that she blocked them, but most were polite and positive. Those she shared with her husband. Further, she couldn’t believe the number of people who wanted to pay for even more explicit pictures, or who wanted to buy her items to wear, and the ones who wanted her used panties really made her laugh. On some sites viewers could donate money for future purchases. It was all very heady for the young woman, and an incredible ego boost.

Jason began to tell her how to move and pose, moving from ‘cute and sexy’ to ‘hot and sexy’. Amy began showing some cleavage, and then a lot of cleavage. She pulled the skirt up, so that it rose to the point that her bottom began peeking out, and her legs began to spread apart, hinting at what was beneath. At that point, Jason took a quick look around and was satisfied they were still alone. “Now, let’s see a little flash again.”

Amy gave him a big smile and began to slowly pull the crop top up. Jason began taking pictures as she exposed some underboob and kept shooting as she pulled it completely above her breasts. He loved her figure. He happily admitted to being a voluptuarian, enamored of her voluptuous form. His wife had big, pillowy thirty-seven-inch breasts with a D cup, and a plush, cushiony bottom. She had forty-inch hips, which she despaired of, but he claimed they made it easier for her to spread her legs and welcome him aboard. Her waist was twenty-nine inches, but didn’t look flabby, and her belly button was deep, and he had occasionally sipped champagne from it.

Then he had her pull the top back into place and told her to reverse the process, pulling it down so her tits popped out from above. Next, she put the top back in place and began pulling the skirt up. She turned around slowly, giving him a chance to take pictures of her bare bottom and her pussy. She was going commando, so she showed everything. After that, with the skirt around her waist, she began exposing her breasts again, finishing with both top and skirt around her waist. At that point it got much hotter. They both looked around for any potential watchers, and Amy began touching herself, playing with her nipples and rubbing a finger through her slit. By that point she was lying on the grass, her legs spread and her hard nipples pointing to the sky.

“You look so hot!” he told her, watching his wife play with herself through the viewfinder. He was using an expensive 35mm DSLR, a digital single lens reflex camera; it was a far superior camera to what his cell phone possessed.

“Your cock looks hard!” she replied. “Show me!”

“Later.”

Amy responded by pushing both hands into her crotch, with one set of fingers rubbing her clitoris furiously while the other set pushed inside to reach for her G-spot. Jason kept taking pictures, noting how her skin reddened as the orgasms took control. She was moaning as she played with herself. Eventually she tired and looked up at him, to see her husband smiling down at her. “How was it?” she asked.

“Very hot. How are you feeling?”

“Very hot,” she repeated back to him. She stood, taking his hand when she felt shaky, and pulled her clothing together. He helped her walk towards his car, stopping when she slipped her running shoes on. Then, hand in hand, they walked to the parking lot.

Jason opened the hatch back, to put his camera back into the carry case. He looked up, surprised, when Amy opened the back door, and not a front door. “Get in!” she ordered.

“What?”

“I need some cock, and you are going to provide!” she stated.

Jason eyed her with amusement. Almost always, when they finished a photoshoot, they would head directly home or to their hotel room, to enjoy a lengthy sexual interlude. Occasionally, though, one of them got so turned on they needed to fuck immediately. They had never done it in the park before, but a couple of times at a deserted beach they had taken a beach blanket up into the dunes and screwed their brains out. It looked like Amy needed a hard cock, and bad! He finished packing the camera case and tossed it inside. He climbed into the back with his wife and closed the door.

His wife kicked off her sneakers and then jumped onto his lap. Jason toyed with her tits and pussy for a couple of minutes, but Amy wanted more. “I want your cock!” she demanded, before turning around and pushing him down onto the seat. She peeled off her top and skirt. “I want your cock!” she repeated and put her hands on his pants.

Jason laughed and took over, “Hold your horses!” He reached down and unzipped his shorts and pushed them down his thighs. Amy hadn’t been the only member of the family going commando, and his cock came out of his shorts stiff and excited.

“That’s it! That’s what I want!” she told him, and then she climbed on top. Before he even had a chance to say anything Amy had straddled his thighs and sunk her pussy down onto his stiff cock. “That’s it! That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She shuddered as her first cum raged through her, and then she opened her eyes. “Suck my tits!” she demanded, thrusting them towards his face.

 

Amy and Jason in the back seat

Jason wasn’t inclined to argue with his wife. He lowered his head, bending down so he could suck the short woman’s breasts. While his hands were on her ass, bucking up and down, he began licking and sucking her distended nipples. Her long blonde hair cascaded down around his face. Jason began thrusting up into Amy, who was well into her second, or maybe third, orgasm - she had lost track. A few minutes later it became too much. It felt like his balls were churning and about to explode, then he gave in to the sensations. Gasping, he pulled her down onto him and thrust upwards. Cum boiled up his shaft and began spurting into Amy’s grasping pussy.

Amy came one final time and collapsed onto Jason’s chest. “That was amazing. Let’s do it again,” she whispered.

Her husband laughed. “I like that thought, but we need to get back home. Janey needs to get back home.”

Amy groaned. Janey Rukowski was babysitting little Alexa, otherwise they would never have been able to get away. The teen lived a few houses down the street from the Beckers’ house and needed to get home in time to go with her family to Saturday Mass. “I don’t want to move,” she complained.

Jason laughed again and rolled Amy off his prone form. Then he scrambled upright and got out of the back seat of the Lexus. He dressed quickly, all the while looking at his wife lazing in the back seat of the car. “I’m about to get in the front and drive home. Maybe you want to dress before we get there?”

Amy groaned loudly at that, but she stirred and sat upright. She found her top and skirt, pulling them back on and straightening them. Finding her purse, she dug through it and pulled out some tissues, which she used to wipe herself clean. It wasn’t as good as a shower, but that would have to wait until home. She’d just have to fake it when she saw Janey.

Jason waited until Amy moved into the passenger seat up front. Then he started the car and headed home. Amy dozed most of the drive; it had been an energetic afternoon.

Half an hour later, Jason pulled into their driveway, and he reached over and shook his wife’s shoulder. “Wakey, wakey. Time to look presentable for the youth of America.”

“Presentable?”

“As opposed to looking like a slut who’s spent the day dressed for sex and having multiple orgasms.”

Amy smiled at that. “I thought you liked it when I dressed for sex and had multiple orgasms. You didn’t complain earlier.”

“I am a man of low moral fiber,” he admitted. He parked the car in the driveway of their large, low-slung rancher, next to his wife’s Honda CRV, and got out. Amy got out a second later and followed him to the front door.

Both Beckers were surprised when the front door opened as Jason was pulling the storm door open. Inside, a slim young teen was putting her finger to her lips. “Ssshhh…I just got Alexa to bed for her nap. She’s been running around ever since you left,” she whispered.

Jason smiled at that. He quietly said, “She’s only seventeen months old. I doubt she’s doing all that much running.”

Both Janey and Amy grinned at that. Janey answered, “Yeah? She’s got more energy than you, me, and the rest of the block combined!” Jason chuckled and Amy covered her mouth with her hand to quiet her laugh.

Amy asked, “Other than that, everything good?”

“She had a bottle and some gruel and ran it off, then had some more. I just put her in the crib a minute ago.”

“Okay, what do we owe you?” asked Jason, reaching for his wallet.

“Twenty?”

“Fair enough,” he responded, seeing his wife nod agreement.

“Thank you,” said Janey, pocketing the cash. She took a last look at Mrs. Beckers, who looked like she had spent the morning and afternoon getting well fucked. She wondered if she looked that way after a date with Billy Tyrell. Then, she headed out the door and grabbed her bicycle, leaning against the backyard fence.

Amy crept down the hall and looked into their daughter’s bedroom, to see her sleeping on her back and covered with a blanket. She quietly closed the door and slipped back down the hall. “Sleeping like…”

“A baby?”

“Very funny, smart guy. Come on, I need to clean up.” She went past him into their bedroom.

Jason followed his wife into their bedroom, but before she moved into the master bathroom, he said, “Hold it. Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”

 

Amy and Jason back home

Amy smiled at that. She had wanted to keep fucking in the car, but her husband had stopped that. Now it looked like she was going to get her wish. She crawled onto the bed and got into position in the middle, kneeling and spreading her knees.

Behind her, Jason eyed his wife appreciatively. The short skirt had risen enough to show the treasure beneath. He hurriedly stripped off his clothing, tossed it aside, and then crawled up behind her. Pushing her skirt up, he simply knee-walked close enough to stick his stiff cock into her pussy from behind. “Ummm…so nice,” he murmured. He ran his thumb down the crack of her ass and touched her asshole. “Choices, choices…”

Amy whimpered. That was one of the things they had never done, though Jason had teased her about anal several times, usually when they were having sex. More than once, he had whispered to her that some night he would simply toss her an enema kit and a tube of K-Y and tell her to get ready. The thought both excited her and scared her, but neither had taken it beyond that.

“Fuck me!” demanded Amy, shoving back to seat him firmly.

“You talk too much. Pull your tits out.”

Amy moaned as her husband began thrusting into her vigorously. Balancing on her left arm, she used her right hand to push her top up above her tits. Then, as she again used both hands to hold herself off the bed, she felt Jason’s hands reach around her. As his left hand began pulling her nipples, his right hand snaked around to play with her clit. She tried to keep her reaction silent but only partially succeeded. Shrieking quietly, she began shaking as she came, over and over. When her husband finally exploded into her, she collapsed onto the bed with him following after her.

Jason lay atop her semi-comatose form for a few minutes before rolling to her side. “That was fantastic!” he said quietly.

“Mmmmm…” was Amy’s only response.

“I still need to clean up.” He rolled off the bed and picked up his clothing, which he tossed into the hamper. Then it was into the shower, to clean off after the afternoon’s festivities. After toweling dry, he pulled on a pair of trousers and an old dress shirt, then went back to the bedroom. His wife was asleep on the bed, still wearing her skirt and top only partially on. He smiled and left her sleeping. If Alexa woke up, he could take care of her.

Their daughter woke an hour later. Her wail woke her mother, who climbed off the bed and put on a robe. She went down the hall to Alexa’s bedroom and found Jason lifting their daughter out of the bed and rubbing her back. Amy smiled at the sight; her husband was very good with the baby. He turned to face her and faced Alexa away from her mother, since the toddler would immediately demand to be given to Amy. He said, “Ssshhh…go clean up. I’ll handle the urchin.”

Amy smiled at that and left the bedroom. Urchin! Was that good or bad? It was better than Spawn of Satan, which had been their favorite epithet when she was teething and staying up all night. She took a quick shower and pulled on a clean outfit, a short satin nightie. In some ways, Amy’s curvy figure worked against her in buying clothes. It was great for swimwear and lingerie, but not so wonderful for dresses. She could buy skirts and tops separately, but dresses were much trickier. She was curvy and sexy but only five-foot-three inches tall, which was limiting. She was either too short or too buxom for most women’s stores.

Jason smiled when Amy reappeared. He liked the look of the nightie, V-cut front and back, and with a pair of slits almost to the waist. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties. It was obvious that Amy wanted to have some more fun that evening. As soon as Alexa saw her mother she squawked and held her arms out, and Amy rescued her husband. He laughed and said, “I changed her diaper and put her in a clean outfit and was about to feed her. Now you can feed her.”

“Thank you, I think.”

Jason laughed and agreed, then followed the women of the house down the hall to the kitchen. It was almost time for dinner so while Amy put some milk in a sippee cup and took care of their daughter, he made a couple of whiskey sours. His wife gratefully took one and then laughed as Alexa tried to reach for the glass. “Not yet, Stinker! You’ve got a few years to go for that,” she said.

Jason added, “Yes, you’re going to become an upstanding citizen, as opposed to a loose woman who takes her clothing off and flaunts herself on the Internet.”

“JASON!” protested his wife. She looked down at the little girl and said, “Ignore him. He’s a dirty old man.” She finished with the milk, which Alexa sucked down like it was the last milk on the planet. Then she dropped the cup on the floor and toddled out of the kitchen.

Jason bent down and picked up the cup. “I’ll chase. You cook.”

“Hamburgers?” she asked. She pulled a large apron out of a drawer; her nightie wasn’t designed for cooking.

“Sounds good,” he agreed. He followed his giggling daughter out of the kitchen.

Dinner with a toddler was both quiet and humorous. Alexa was a well-behaved child, but that simply meant she got into everything without any ill intent. One of her parents was always chasing her around, to either pick up what she had knocked over or to hide something before she could get into it. Like every other parent on the planet, they were exhausted and relieved when they finally put her in her crib for the night.

Amy returned from the bedroom with a stop in the kitchen to refresh their drinks. She carried them over to Jason, but after handing him his, he took her hand and tugged her towards him. She smiled and settled herself onto the Laz-Z-Boy with him, sitting on his lap sideways. “Cheers,” she said.

“Cheers.”

“I am guessing you’ll edit the photos tomorrow,” she said.

Jason nodded. “Tomorrow afternoon, probably. If not, then Monday night.” He used a Photoshop account to edit the pictures he took of Amy. He routinely took over a hundred photos in any photoshoot but many of them weren’t suitable for publication. Some might catch her between poses or making funny faces, others might be duplicate poses, and the final pictures, with her masturbating, could never be posted but made for a fun review afterwards. He had various macros created to crop and size each picture, balance for color and brightness, and take care of any possible red eye. Once finished, they would have a drink or two while reviewing the pictures, which would inevitably lead to very hot sex.

 

Later that night

Amy shifted to be more comfortable, and they sipped their drinks. When she was finished, Amy laid her head on her husband’s shoulder. It had been a long day. After a few minutes, she closed her eyes and began to doze. She only woke when she felt Jason idly rubbing her back. She opened her eyes to find that he had finished his drink and set the glass on the coaster on the end table and had wrapped his arms around her. It was clear, however, that Jason wasn’t interested in a quiet evening. She was sitting on his lap facing to the left; his right hand began rubbing her back as his left hand began stroking her right leg and hip. Then he brought his hand up, to cup her breasts through the thin nightie. She moaned quietly and he slipped his left hand inside the V-top, eliciting a small gasp. His right hand moved up and pushed the shoulder strap off, to push it down her arm. Amy shifted slightly and he exposed her other breast as well. That gave him free rein to play with her tits, and he immediately began teasing and pinching her nipples.

“Oh, God!” she moaned.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered.

“Mmmm?”

“Touch yourself. Show me where you like to be touched. I want to watch.”

Amy whimpered, especially after Jason began pulling on her nipples. She pulled the hem of her little nightgown upwards. She lifted and pulled it higher up before settling back on her husband’s lap with her nightie around her waist.

“Do it,” he ordered. “Show me how you like to be touched.” Jason planned to enjoy the evening.

Amy’s eyes closed as she moved her fingers between her thighs. She moved slowly as she fantasized it was Jason doing it, with one set of fingers spreading her waxed pussy lips while the fingers of the other hand dipped inside, to caress and circle around her clitoris. She had enjoyed it earlier in the day when she had touched herself in the park, but this was much more intimate. She spread her legs and gave her fingers more room to play.

Jason smiled as he licked her neck. His eyes weren’t really on what his wife was doing, but he could tell by the small shivers she was making and the musk that came from the pussy that was making squelching sounds. Amy moaned as she responded to her husband’s touch, and when he moved and licked his way down to her full, aroused tits, she moaned even louder. “I need you!” she told him. “Now!”

Jason smiled and looked down the hall towards their daughter’s room. His wife tended to get loud when she really got going, so he decided that some fun and games in the living room were probably a bad idea. If Alexa woke up, she’d get back to sleep sometime in the morning! “Bedroom,” he told her.

Amy popped off his lap, allowing her dress to settle back down around her legs, though she didn’t bother covering her breasts. Jason followed her into the bedroom and undressed quickly, as his wife pulled the bedcovers down. Amy immediately pushed Jason onto the bed and crawled on top of him.

Amy immediately grabbed for Jason’s stiff cock and his fingers went to her pussy. It was already ready for action, a swamp of hot juice, and she rolled on top of her husband, and guided his cock inside. Then he rolled her over onto her bank and began thrusting hard. Amy moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around him, and that spurred Jason on. He began pounding his wife down into the mattress, all the while groaning as the sensations surged through his cock and balls. Much too soon his groans got louder, and as Amy whimpered as she came, she felt his cum filling her cunt.

“So good,” she whispered. “So good!”

“Mmmmmm…”, was all that Jason could reply. He rolled off her and Amy curled up at his side. “I love you,” he told her.

“I love you,” she replied.

They were asleep within five minutes.

***

Chapter 2 - Cherries

Present Day

The next few days were relatively quiet, filled with routine parenting duties and work. On Sunday afternoon Jason did some of the editing work on Saturday’s park photos. Monday they both went to work as usual, and that evening he finished the editing. Tuesday evening it was Amy’s turn to assist, helping Jason select the pictures they would upload to the bikini company’s website, along with a text description of the shoot and the fun they had. She had to be very circumspect in the description because ‘graphic and explicit’ was against the rules; she couldn’t write that after she stripped bare, she had masturbated to orgasm and then fucked the photographer in the back seat of his car. More fun was had later that evening when she put on the crop top and skirt outfit and sat on Jason’s lap while he put the photos on a slideshow and then used her for his pleasure.

They uploaded the package later that week. After that it was in the hands of the administrators and moderators at the company’s website. It could take weeks, in some cases a month or more before they would get a response. In the meantime, they would think about other sites and other clothing.

Friday night, it was time for some regular fun and games. Normally, Amy would wear an oversized t-shirt to bed, and Jason would simply wear his briefs and an undershirt. Often, he would stay up a half hour after she went to bed, watching the news, but that night he decided to follow her to bed. Amy noticed and smiled and pulled a short and transparent white lace nightie from the closet. Jason stripped down to his briefs, and took an undershirt from the dresser, but he tossed it to the floor next to the bed. They smiled at each other and slipped under the covers.

 

Amy and Jason relaxing in bed

Jason turned away from his wife, but only to turn on the lamp on his nightstand. Then he rolled onto his back and put an arm behind his head. Amy rolled towards him and threw one of her legs over his. “You want the lights on, hmmm?”

“Is that a problem?”

Amy pushed the covers off him. “I want to see you, too.” She snuggled against him and began licking his cheek. She also ran her fingers across his chest and then down to the erection tenting his briefs.

Jason enjoyed the feeling and decided to return the favor. He brought his arm down from behind his head and ran it down her back. He reached down, to caress her naked bottom, and then slipped a finger down the crack of her ass. Amy moaned happily and snuggled even closer before slipping her hand inside his briefs to stroke his cock.

Jason enjoyed his wife’s cockplay for a few minutes before reaching across his chest with his unused hand and slipping it inside her robe. Amy gasped as he began toying with her nipples, pinching them gently and flicking his fingers across them. She switched her hands, using one on his cock while the other slipped between her thighs, to run a finger through her slit and rub her clit. She moaned as she began climbing the hill towards her coming orgasm.

Jason lifted his butt off the bed and pushed his briefs off. That gave his wife the ability to grasp his cock and begin stroking it more energetically, and he joined her with a few groans of his own. It was time to take it to the next level. He rolled towards her and pushed Amy away from him. She rolled onto her side, and he moved closer, rubbing his stiff cock against her bottom. Amy lifted her leg, and he slipped his cock into her pussy from behind. Amy gasped as her husband began fucking his cock into her slowly. He reached around to cup and play with her tits. That gave her a small cum, but Jason wasn’t ready to finish. He reached around with his other arm, to take over breast work, and used his free hand to capture her hands and push them between her legs.

“Oh, God! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

“Make it a big one!” he ordered. “Don’t stop! Work your cunt! Make me cum!”

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she wailed.

Jason smiled. It was a good thing the bedroom door was closed because otherwise Alexa would have woken up. He continued thrusting into her, forcing her to continue masturbating. He joined her in a massive orgasm when her pussy began spasming around him. It felt like his balls were exploding, draining inside her.

Jason rolled onto his back, breathing heavily, and Amy rolled to lay with a leg over his, the same position they had started in. “That was very nice. Let’s do it again,” she said.

Jason laughed. “Give me a few minutes. I’m not a teenager anymore.”

“Yeah, you hit thirty and everything goes to hell.” Jason smacked his wife on the ass lightly. That simply made her laugh. “Maybe I need to find a few teenaged boys to keep me busy.”

“Like back when you were a teenager?” he asked.

Amy laughed. “My teenage years weren’t all that adventurous. I didn’t get really crazy until I met this computer guy from the Midwest.” Jason had grown up in Ohio and had only moved East to go to college.

“So just what did you learn in high school?” he teased.

“What? You want to know how I lost my cherry?” she asked, surprised. They had never talked about that.

“Sure. Why not?”

“Well…”

***

Fourteen Years Ago

Amy Newhart was rushing into the school when she heard a voice calling out, “Amy! Amy! Wait up!” Amy knew that voice; it belonged to her best friend, Kelsey Backrod. She turned to wave when she was knocked to the ground. She found herself buried under a large boy trying to untangle himself from her.

“Oh shit! Sorry about that!” said the masculine voice.

“Get off her!” screamed Kelsey. “Jeez! Move!” Amy’s friend tried to help her up and push away the boy, which only resulted in him slipping and falling back on Amy.

Amy pushed the boy away. “Kelsey, you’re not helping.” Once he had rolled away, he popped to his feet, and Amy accepted both Kelsey’s and his hands to stand upright.

“I am so sorry,” said the guy. Then he smiled at her. “It’s all your fault, you know.”

“What!”

“If you hadn’t turned in front of me, I would never have seen how beautiful you were. I was so stunned I couldn’t stop.”

Kelsey groaned. “That is so lame!”

Amy looked up at the boy who had fallen on her. At four-foot-eleven, she looked up at everybody. Then she looked into his eyes and smiled back. He was pretty cute. She grinned and said, “Kelsey is right. That’s pretty lame.”

“But true, so true,” he responded. “I’m Todd. What’s your name?” He kept hold of the hand he had pulled her off the floor with.

“Amy.”

“Nice to meet you, Amy. Mind if I keep this?” he asked, squeezing her hand.

She laughed and tugged her hand away. “No! You’ve already got two of your own.”

“What are you doing Friday night?”

“Not dating you,” she laughed.

“No, you’re not dating me. You’re going to the game,” Todd told her.

“The game?”

“The football game against West Laurel.”

Amy gave him a confused look. “Why am I going to the game but not with you?”

“Because I’ll be running around on the field with the Warriors.” The East Bowie teams were the Warriors. “I can’t sit with you in the stands and watch me run around on the field. Can’t be done.”

“Huh?”

Todd laughed. He took her hand again and began leading her down the hall. Along the way he asked where her homeroom was and got her to confirm that she would go to the football game. Kelsey trailed behind them, and when she got to her homeroom, she dragged Amy inside. Amy waved at Todd as she was pulled through the door.

“What’s with you?” Amy asked.

Kelsey rolled her eyes. “What’s with me? More like what’s with you!”

“He’s cute.”

“He’s a jock!”

“So?”

“So, he’s trying to get into your pants!”

Amy laughed at her friend. “He’s a guy. They’re all trying to get into our pants. My pants are staying right where they are.”

Kelsey shook her head as Mrs. Beaumont started taking roll. “You say so.”

Todd found Amy in the cafeteria at lunch. His buddies laughed at him as he sat down at the lunch table across from her. “Full court press!” sang out from one of his friends.

“That’s basketball, not football,” he responded. Amy gave him a confused look and he added, “Ignore them. I do.”

His friends laughed and wandered away.

“So, what’s your last name?” he asked.

“Newhart. I’m Amy Newhart.”

“Todd Williams. So, have you thought about coming to the game Friday?”

Amy smiled and replied, “As in a date?” Her parents had told her she could date that year, but they had to meet the boy first.

“Maybe. I’ll be out on the field, but maybe afterwards,” he told her.

“Not much of a date if we aren’t together,” Amy laughed.

“You should come. It’s a home game, so we can meet afterwards.”

“I’ll think about it.” The bell rang and she escaped with a laugh, heading to her afternoon classes.

That night the young woman told her parents that a boy on the football team had asked her out…sort of. She explained he wanted her to come to the game and meet him afterwards.

John Newhart looked at Tammy Newhart, and they shared a subtle smile. Both knew that their daughter was a beautiful girl and would only get more beautiful as she grew up. Boys would be buzzing around like bees after pollen. Her mother hadn’t been a virgin when she graduated high school, and she doubted Amy would be either. She looked at her husband and said, “Feel like going to a football game?”

“Mom!” protested Amy. Her parents were going to follow her around on a date? God! How humiliating!

Her father said, “Sounds like a plan.” He turned to Amy and said, “That way we can meet him and then head home. Maybe he can bring you home.”

“At a reasonable time,” added her mother.

Amy was grinning the rest of the night. She was going on a date!

The next day she waited in the school lobby until Todd came through the doors. She didn’t want to appear too eager but totally failed. She told him that she’d see him at the game on Friday, but her parents would be there until they had met him. Did he have a car?

The young couple kept talking whenever their schedules allowed that week. Amy learned that Todd was a senior a year ahead of her and owned an old Ford Taurus. The only thing she wondered about was whether her parents would want her seeing a boy so much older than she was. Todd was a senior and was almost eighteen; Amy was a junior and was still fifteen. She decided not to tell them.

Friday was game day, and the team members could wear their jerseys to school. The game would be at 6:30, so she went home on the school bus as usual. They had a quick meal of burgers and fries, and then her parents drove her to school. They all sat in the bleachers, though Amy wanted to go down to the sidelines to see Todd. “Honey, they don’t let girlfriends on the field,” said her father.

Her mother added, “A girl as pretty as you would just distract them, and they’d lose the game.”

Amy laughed at that and pointed out Todd when the team ran onto the field. At half time she yelled out for him, and he turned in her direction and waved back, but they didn’t have a chance to talk until after the game. The Warriors beat the West Laurel Spartans 21-16, scoring three touchdowns with points after, while the Spartans got two touchdowns, one point after, and a field goal. The Newharts waited while the crowd left. Eventually the boys left the back door of the locker room and Todd came over, waving. Amy’s parents smiled at each other as their daughter ran to greet him.

“You won! Congratulations!” she squealed.

Todd gave her a quick hug, though he was eyeing the adults with her. A hot kiss with tongue would not go over well, not that they had done that before. “We won.” He put an arm around her shoulders and walked her over to the adults. “Hi. I’m Todd.”

Amy piped up and said, “Mom, Dad, this is Todd.”

John reached out and Todd shook his hand. “Congratulations on the win.”

“Thank you.”

Tammy also shook his hand. “Yes, congratulations. What position do you play? I don’t really know all that much about football.”

“Right tight end. I block for the backs and receivers.” She looked confused and he continued, “The guys carrying the ball.”

“Oh. Is that what you are going to do in college?”

Todd laughed and shook his head. “No, that won’t be happening. I’m not big enough for that. No, I’ll have to go to school the normal way.”

“Begging your parents to pay?” laughed John.

“That would be the way,” agreed a laughing Todd.

“Where are you two going now?” he asked.

Amy looked at Todd, who answered, “Most of the guys meet at Alfredo’s Pizza.”

“Well, have fun, but be home by eleven,” said Amy’s father.

Amy was on the verge of protesting, but Todd smoothly answered, “Eleven it is.” He reached out and shook hands again, and then he led Amy to the parking lot.

Amy was both nervous and excited when she got in Todd’s car. This was her first date, and she only knew about what to do from what her girlfriends said and what she saw on TV shows. It turned out to be a normal dinner with friends at a pizza place. Todd found a couple of chairs at a table with other football players and their girlfriends, and they had a few slices of pepperoni pizza and Cokes. Then, when the pizza shop closed at 10:00, they drove around in his car for a bit and went parking near a local park. Amy was nervous when he stopped the car, but Todd didn’t ask her to get in the back seat. Instead, they just looked at the stars through the sunroof and kissed for a few minutes. Then he drove her home, getting her there about five minutes early.

The Newharts noticed their daughter had a dreamy look in her eyes. That made them both reminisce about their high school days; after Amy went up to her bedroom, Tammy unbuttoned her blouse and gave John a good look inside. Smiling, he took her hand and led her up the stairs. Afterwards, they were glad Amy’s bedroom was at the other end of the hall.

For the next few weeks, things progressed quickly in the romance department for Amy and Todd. The next day, Saturday, Todd took Amy to the movies, and they held hands all through the movie, before going parking again. This time he pulled a blanket out of the trunk, and they stretched out watching the stars. Todd rolled towards Amy and kissed her, and she returned the kiss eagerly. That was as far as it went that night, but Amy was very excited, and when she went to bed, she jilled herself furiously, twice.

The following Friday, the weather didn’t cooperate, so when they went parking, they got in the back seat of the Taurus. They began kissing, just like before, but this time Todd began running his hands all over Amy, rubbing her back and bottom, and slipping one hand between them, to touch her breasts through her t-shirt. Amy moaned as the new sensations overwhelmed her. When he took her hand and put it on his jeans, she rubbed his erection until he moaned as well.

Saturday, Todd stepped up his campaign. He began rubbing the young woman’s tits almost immediately, and when she moved a hand to his crotch, he stopped her. “Hold on. Give me a moment.” Then he surprised her by unzipping his pants and lifting. He pushed them and his boxers down his thighs, then took her hand and put it on his bare cock. “Ummmm…just like that,” he murmured, as he taught her to give him a hand job.

 

 

Amy and Todd in the back seat

Amy was amazed as a thick white cream spurted out of her boyfriend’s cock as he moaned in pleasure. Most of it got on his shirt but some got on her hand. She wasn’t sure what to do and ended up wiping it on her jeans. Then Todd decided to return the favor. He pulled her t-shirt out of her jeans and pushed it above her tits. Then he leaned over and began kissing and sucking her nipples. Amy shrieked as her body was overwhelmed with desire, and she put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him in. She was bucking against him and came twice while he played with her breasts. Afterwards, he pulled away and she found his cock was stiff again, so she gave him another hand job. Both teens went home very happy.

Amy’s life changed the following weekend. Friday, She and Todd went out again, ostensibly to the movies, but instead went to a nearby park. There was no pretense that evening. Todd laid a blanket out in the grass and the teens began necking immediately. After half an hour, Todd and Amy were naked, and he maneuvered her onto her back. As she kissed him feverishly, he positioned himself above her and sank his cock into her very willing pussy. It was unlike anything Amy had ever felt before. She had heard that the first time was painful, but there wasn’t any pain, just an amazing and wonderful sense of pleasure. She was going to have to do this again!

They made love twice more that night, and both times Amy experienced multiple orgasms. Finally, when they separated to dress and go home, she asked, “Do you have any tissues? Any napkins?”

“What for?” asked Todd.

“Because I am leaking and need to clean up. Do you need a more detailed explanation?” Amy couldn’t believe Todd didn’t understand this. Was he that clueless?

“Uh, sorry, I don’t have any.”

“Then give me your handkerchief,” she told him.

Todd fished out his handkerchief from his pants pocket and then stared disgustedly as Amy used it to wipe between her legs. “Want it back?” she asked with a laugh before tossing it onto the grass. Then they dressed and got in the car.