A Picture Perfect Setting
written by:
Little tommy D.

A Picture Perfect Setting

Forrest Conroy looked out his window on the 23rd floor, felt his dick getting hard and realized it had been at least a month since he'd had sex with his wife, Marsha. Too busy was his excuse and he decided to do something about it. He left work early and drove home. With the car snugly happy at being parked, he closed the garage door, stepped inside the kitchen and the aroma was overpowering. He sniffed heavily and it brought back memories of his younger days when his mother would also boil a roast with potatoes, carrots, onions and celery on the stove top for hours on end. No knife was ever needed and the dinners were anticipated with a saliva-ridden mouth. He smiled and took another long sniff as he went toward the dining room calling Marsha's name. He received no answer and then suddenly knew why. He spotted her through the window on her knees under the spreading oak tree in the back yard tending her flower bed. He spun on his heels, went back to the kitchen, out the patio door and scooted across the lush grassy yard to where she was bent digging a hole for a new plant. He leaned down, kissed the nape of her neck and said, "The kitchen aroma is heavenly. I can't wait to sink my teeth into that killer dinner you've created."

"Thank you, thank you, all acclimations gratefully accepted. Believe it or not, that's why I'm out here. Had I stayed inside any longer, you wouldn't have had any dinner because I would have devoured it myself." He laughed at her as he tugged the bib of her fashionable railroad engineer-striped overalls. She returned to the digging as she told him, "I'm thrilled to have you home early for whatever reason. Go on and get changed. It'll be another hour before I have dinner on the table. Pour us a glass of the Cabernet I left on the kitchen cabinet with the two glasses and come back out. We'll sip the wine under the tree and then I'll go do the honors of feeding my love." He bent and kissed her neck again and said, "You just made a deal. I'll be back with the firewater before you can dig another hole."

When the wine glasses were empty, they both went back inside and Forrest sat in the corner with a second wine glass and watched her adeptly place the roast in the center of the oval glass serving tray. She then aligned the vegetables neatly around the roast before centering the tray on the dining room table which had already been set. He was in heaven as he ate. He told her more than twice that her cooking was awesome and that the dinner was by far his favorite. Marsha nodded and said, "I know. How well I know. Your mother has told me too many times to count how you love it, and yet she thinks I can't do it well enough for you. She told me that countless times also."

"Well, mother is mother and she will never change. I dismiss her complaints especially about your cooking because to me, you are as good as her and with some foods, you cook circles around her. But, I won't tell her that, I like living too much." He laughed but Marsha, being the goat of his mother, didn't think it was a funny subject and therefore, she didn't break a grin as he laughed.

He assisted in the clean-up, poured more wine, put his arm around her shoulder and whispered, "Would you consider letting me wash the flower bed dirt off your body?"

"Oh, heavens! Had I known I would be stripped naked and then pampered I would have allowed myself to get much dirtier."

He gave her his best leer and said, "No, after I get you naked and clean, that's when you can become much dirtier. In fact, far, far dirtier than in the flower bed."

She gave him a surprised look and smiled as she answered, "It's not too often that Daddy wants me to get dirty. I'm out of practice. Will Daddy give me lessons?"

"Yes, sweetie. All night long if necessary."

She looked down at his shorts and his dick had become hard just from the conversation. When she saw it, she wrapped her hand gently around it and exclaimed, "Oh, look! Teacher has his pointed teaching stick ready for class to begin."

He began leading her to the bathroom while he unbuckled the top hook on the bib overalls. He smiled and whispered. "Yes, sweetie, we'll do the three R's--rears, rims, and reaming. You always loved that lesson plan."

"Oh, it's been such a long time since I studied. Let's hurry, Teacher. I'm eager for class to start."

When he unbuckled the other hook, her overalls fell to the bathroom floor and he realized she had nothing on under the overalls. He frowned, she noticed, she smiled and said, "I took my clothes off, dumped my underwear in the washer and put on my apron while I cut the meat and vegetables for dinner. I didn't want to get anything on my new blouse or white slacks. When I decided to go outside, I just grabbed the overalls off the hook in the garage and slipped them on."

"Be thankful I didn't know that when we were under the tree. If I had, your lesson would have been conducted in the grass with my pointed stick." That brought a laugh from her when she responded, "Yeah, Old Mr.'s Beasley next door would have appreciated the excitement because she watched us from her window while we drank the wine."

"Well, maybe we need to give her pacemaker a workout someday. Have you ever wondered if she uses a dildo at age 84?" The thought of that broke Marsh up and she threw a hand full of shower water at him saying, "I'd bet she doesn't even know what a dildo looks like."

"Here's how to find out. Take yours over for coffee one morning and give her a lesson in its use. She probably would love you for it." She slapped his ass hard and said, "Quit with the Mrs. Beasley dicking. You're grossing me out."

It was extremely difficult for Forest to keep from fucking Marsha in the shower. Her lovely ass was bumping against his hard on, her tits were bouncing as she bent to wash her legs and feet and his breathing was difficult to maintain at a normal level. When they left the shower, she dried first and went to her dressing table to put on cologne. When he hung his towel to dry, he walked out just as she stood and said, "Will Teacher give his student a kiss before class?"

"Yes, Marsha. He will." She stepped to where he stood; he put his arms around her and looked her in the eye. He moved his lips to hers and held her tightly in a deep kiss. She stuck her tongue against his lips, so he sucked her tongue inside his mouth and tongued her. His dick was getting harder and he knew she felt it against her lower abdomen. She broke the kiss and stepped back two steps displaying her luscious tits and wheat-colored pussy, he sucked in so hard it hurt as he stood silently in awe of her beauty. He managed to breathlessly whisper, "Marsha, turn around for me, please."

She spun slowly around giving him the side profile of her astonishing tits with the tight rosy nipples standing at attention. She resumed the spin and the sight of her overwhelmingly splendid ass emerged and he thought to himself, it's still perfect in every sense of the word. She was still smiling when she completed the entire turn. She looked in his eyes and said," Now it's my turn, Forrest. Let me see your pointed teaching stick up close." He performed the same routine for her as she had done for him.

She sucked in, her eyes opened wider and she aaahhhed audibly. "Forrest, I love it because it's still long, wide, and thick. Until I met you I had never dreamed I would ever have one that size to call my own." She took the two steps back toward him, took it in her hand and savored the thickness, felt the length as she ran her fingers gently down the shaft causing him to jitter from the feel, and she grasp it and squeezed the hardness as she moaned. He cautioned her to go easy warning her that she might spoil the lesson it had been so long since she last handled it. She laughed easily, let loose and went to the bed. He actually almost lost it at the moment when she bent to climb on the bed and he glimpsed at her pink asshole and the lower lips of her pussy peeking through the hair that flashed before his eyes. He climbed on the bed, lay beside her and watched the fan blades moving overhead as he calmed his arousal to keep from Cumming prematurely. He rolled toward her and said, "Marsha today's lesson continues with the concept of foreplay. Are you ready to catch up on the lesson?"

When she nodded, he rose on his elbow and kissed her again, tongue action included once more. She responded and while they kissed he massaged her round, grapefruit-sized titties and played with the upstanding rosy hard, tight nipples. He broke the kiss, wrapped his mouth around her right tit, sucked, and then nipped with his teeth while vigorously tonguing the tip of her nipple. She groaned once or twice and then he switched to her left tit. Leaning across her with his mouth on her tit, he ran his hand down her stomach and let it stop at the uppermost point of her outer vulva lips. She flinched when it touched her lips, he ran his finger through her slit and learned that it was already damp and slick. He kept running the finger up and down and she was responding with more groans and moans. He released the tit from his mouth, slid down and put his face against her wheat-colored pubic hair surrounding her pussy and replaced his finger with his tongue. He brought his finger up under his mouth and used it to pull the hood from over her clit to expose her hard, warm damp swollen clit. Her ass was moving under him and he kept it up. He took her clit between his lips and rolled it with his tongue. Marsha was muttering in a low, deep voice which he couldn't understand. He was uncomfortable in the position he had assumed, so he lifted her leg and crawled under it, rose and dropped his entire face in the pit of her pussy. She went wild when he rammed his tongue inside her as he tenderly fondled her clit with his fingers.

He was in pussy heaven as he sucked and gnawed easily on her inner labia. He guessed she began to have pangs because she grabbed his head and whispered, "Forrest, I think through the foreplay we've reached the point of the three R's."

"You're the boss, Marsha, and I do what the boss says." He moved his head, rose to his knees, scooted up between her legs and put the head of his dick against the petals of her awesome inner labia and rested it against her pussy entrance. Before entered her, he felt inside her with his finger and knew that she was lubricated enough for him to proceed. He slowly, ever slowly, rammed forward and felt the head slip through the dampness inside of her. She had tightened her abdomen when she felt it enter and was eager for the rest of his shaft to go in and down deep inside. He looked at her, nodded, and she nodded back, but with a slight grimace at the pressure of his dick that was back at her vagina opening. He leaned forward, rammed in again and this time it went in easy and deep with her reaction of jerking and moaning. He started stroking in a slow pattern of up and down, but never out and back in again. She responded to the rhythm of his thrusting and began to move her ass under him in response to her feelings. He was biting his tongue to keep from Cumming because his dick now felt so good inside her soft moist warm walls as it enveloped it. He could sense her further tightening the inside of her pussy when he was stunned as her legs went up and around his waist and clamped him to her. She lifted her ass from the bed and excitedly shouted, "Fuck, fuck, fuck me. Oh, damn that's going to make me cum and cum hard." She had no sooner said that when her head flew up, she grabbed his head, squeezed hard and kissed him as her breath left her. He couldn't hold back any longer. He stopped thrusting and let his dick stop at the bottom of her pit when he hit near to or on her cervix. His dick unloaded a massive collection of cum into her, much more than he had anticipated. When he had stopped spurting, he slowly withdrew his gummy dick from the deep sticky cum, put his hands under her gorgeous ass and lifted it in the air to keep the overload of cum from flowing out on the bed.

The question now became--- what he was going to do? She was still engaged in the waning orgasm and as he held her ass in front of his face, he stared at her neatly whorled pinkish asshole, so he did as he had promised; he rimmed it with his wet tongue. When she felt it, she squirmed, panted heavily and sleepily looked at him with her soft inviting blue eyes. With her tacit approval, he kept rimming her ass until her breath had returned to normal and his arms had grown tired from her weight. He eased her to the bed and sidled up beside her while he massaged her tit with one hand and fingered her cum-filled pussy with the other. He removed the finger and put it in her mouth where she sucked the cum from the finger. When it was dry, she rolled to him and whispered, "According to the clock, we still have the rest of the night. You lay there and rest, Forrest." She rose to her knees, took his dick in her hand, and circled the shaft with her fingers as she launched an unexpected but highly stimulating jacking off until he was on the way to being hard once more. When his dick stood on its own, she dropped her mouth around it and began sucking up and down the entire shaft until it was as stiff as the oak tree out back. She had his balls in her tiny hand and was now sucking on one, jacking his dick and rolling his balls with one hand using all her terrific talents. He took her head in his hands and guided her pace. Her tongue was working wonders on the head of his dick when suddenly he began shooting cum against her back teeth. She momentarily choked at the unexpected storm of warm cum, gagged slightly, but kept draining his dick of what little bit she could suck out. All his thoughts were that he was one lucky fucker. He wondered what she was going to do with the cum she held in her mouth and it didn't take long for him to find out. She kissed him and transferred it all to his mouth.

"Swallow, Forrest. One big gulp and its gone." She was still holding his dick as she laughed at his dilemma, in a quick decision, he decided it wasn't all that bad. The taste was nothing like he had imagined, so he swallowed his own protein-healthy cum for the first time to her absolute delight.

She turned serious, took his hand and softly said, "Forrest, we don't do that often enough. It was marvelous, but it's too far between times. You're too busy with your business and don't take the time to have a little foreplay before we fuck, even if we have the time to fuck. When you are in the mood, you can really turn this girl on. The way you fuck is remarkable and, frankly, I have missed all the good times in bed we once had. No one could fuck me the way you just did. You just need to do it more often."

He gave her a mournful look and said, "I know, Sweetie. The past four years have been tough on the commercial real estate building and leasing. I have been too worried about that to give us the time we need together. I promise to do better now that things have improved we'll hold classes more often." She hugged him and laughed as she said, "Okay, but don't worry yourself over it. We'll work it out."

At breakfast the next morning, Forrest was telling her that their insurance agent had stopped at his office about their commercial policies coming up for renewal. He said, "Marsha, Rick mentioned something that got me to thinking. He said that if we took pictures of all of our possessions and submitted them to the company, we could get a sizable discount on our homeowner's policy. I've been concerned for several years now that the costs are reaching the sky. A discount would be welcome. What do you think of that idea?" "Well, to me it's a no brainer. Get your camera and start snapping."

"No, not me. The camera is old and I don't compose well and I can never get the light right. If we do it, I want a pro to make certain the company has good shots of our furnishings and other stuff. I'll see about hiring one at lunch today. It shouldn't take too long to get the job done."

"Whatever, but let's get the discount."

He looked through the BBB listing of photographer's and decided on Welles Photo Studios. It was too far for a lunch visit, so he postponed it until after work. He parked in the small guest lot next to the building, opened the door and saw two couches, three overstuffed chairs and a wall at the back that was lined with a myriad of photos, all samples of Welles work. Being early, he was the only one there. In just a few seconds, a woman emerged from a door on his right side, smiled and said, "Welcome to Welles Studios. I'm Silvia Warren."

I stepped up to the counter, handed her my card and said, "My insurance agent offered me a discount if I furnished pictures of my possessions. Does the Studio do that type of work?"

"We excel at home furnishings photography. Our specialty is compiling the photos into an indexed album that makes finding specific items seamless. It is an album that is designed to remove items and add items over the years to keep it current. When the job is complete, we furnish a copy for the insurer and one for you. How large is the home?"

They talked for almost twenty minutes and when he agreed on the price, Warren told him that David was booked solid for the next month, but that he could do the job the week of June 2oth. Forrest okayed that tentative date and he shook Warren's hand and left with the Welles brochure in hand.

At home, at the dinner table, he laid the brochure next to Marsha's plate so that she couldn't miss it. We they sat; she picked it up, glanced through it and whistled as she said, "Awesome work! What is it costing us?"

"Just about two years of the saving we'll realize from the discount. It will well pay us back in the future as the rates continue to rise. Now, the bad news is he can't do it until the week of June 20th."

"Well, that bad news is also kinda good news because it means he's in demand, so he must be good at what he does."

"Yeah, you should see his work. And the album he does is fantastic. It'll be worth the cost just for us to have a copy of the album of our possessions so that we know what we have from time to time."

The next month exploded for Forrest. Two extremely large projects jelled simultaneously and both involved employee transfers which meant that Forrest was flying back and forth to California on a regular basis. The amount of time he was putting in with relocation work, finish-out of two buildings, and traveling was taking its toll on his thirty-nine year-old body and brain. He hadn't been able to keep his promise and had only managed one encounter in the sack with Marsha. Although, disappointed with not being fucked often, she was elated that the two deals would bring them slightly more than a half-a-million dollars in income. With that target income in mind, she was accepting that her pussy was not his focus. She, not Mrs. Beasley, was becoming more familiar with the use of her dildo, originally received as a joke Birthday present from her sister, Margo. On the Friday before the week of the 20th, she met Forrest at the airport and instead of going home; they went to Outback where they had the onion followed by steak dinners with another bottle of wine. During the meal he was uptight and intense because of his frustration in dealing with the individual employees who had been offered transfer but were undecided about leaving California. With all the fantastic perks of living in a new state, they were married to the California culture and were wavering for too long making his job much more difficult. She sympathized with him, held his hand, and offered consoling words. Some of those words were a reminder to him of the photo shoot the next week. She told him that Mrs. Warren had called and told her he would be there at nine on the morning of Tuesday the 20th.

He groaned, squeezed her hand and told her he had to be in San Francisco Monday afternoon and would fly out at eight the morning of the 19th. He told her just to let Welles in, give him a tour and then disappear unless he had a question for her. She replied that her intention was to do just that by heading for the flower bed under the oak tree.

Welles rang the bell and waited. Marsha came running across the living room and opened the door to a tall, well-dressed and very attractive David Welles. He introduced himself, shook her hand and then sat his duffle bag beside the door and asked if there were any outbuildings where items were stored. She nodded and replied, "A storage shed for the lawn and yard equipment plus a poolside cabana where all the pool equipment is stored." He asked to see those first. Satisfied, he followed her back inside where she gave him a tour of the entire house while he took notes. She unlocked the jewelry storage drawer in the master closet so that he could see the gems stored in the velvet lined drawer. He asked her to leave it open so that he could photograph the items inside. When the tour was over, he retrieved his equipment duffle, she told him she would be at the flower bed and left him to do his thing.

She came in a noon, fixed the two of them a sandwich, potato chips and iced tea. She found him in the master closet and told him lunch was on the table. He seemed surprised but joined her at the table. He took a sip of the tea and said, "This is unexpected, Mrs. Conroy. I had brought a cereal bar and apple, but this is so much more appealing. Thank you for the lunch."

. "Well, it is lunchtime and I didn't want to eat in front of you and I also wanted the company. Forrest has been out of town so much lately I rarely see him. I only talk with my sister and she gets boring at times," she laughed. He smiled knowingly and they continued eating.

After clearing the table, she sat back down to finish her tea and asked, "Do you do regular photography like people portraits and the like?"

"That's the basis and lifeblood of my business. Let me show you my samples." He got up, went to his bag and brought back an album and slid it over the table to Marsha. She looked through it and was exceedingly impressed with his work. She pushed the book back and said, "I was thinking of having a good portrait done for Forrest's birthday coming up in July. I also thought it would be a nice gift to have some candid shots around the house in a portfolio for him. Your work is most impressive David. Would you consider that job?"

"I would, but Mrs. Warren will be the one who sets the date. I'll have her call you."

"Good. Is she the one that I tell to bill me and not Forrest? I don't want him to pay for his own gift," she laughed again and this time Welles joined with her joy.

Welles worked fast and on the second day he was through at two and packing up to leave. Marsha came in and said, "Mrs. Warren called earlier and said because of a cancellation she has scheduled you for my pictures next Monday. What do I do to be ready?"

They sat in the living room while he questioned her about her ideas for the pictures and then told her how to prepare to save time. She made notes while he talked. They shook hands, he slung his duffle of equipment over his shoulder and left. She went to her closet and began to select the clothing she would wear on Monday. As she sorted through the closet, her excitement was growing because this would be a great break from her boredom and would give Forrest great memories for life. She was on her knees on the floor when her phone interrupted her shoe selecting. It was Forrest. He apologized when he told her she wouldn't have to pick him up at the airport Friday evening because he had to extend his visit because the employees who had been reluctant to move had decided that they had best accept the transfer offer and he was processing them through the system. She said she was sorry but understood and for him to get some rest over the weekend. She told him that Welles had finished the house and would have the album in about three weeks. He was pleased and asked her to call Rick and tell him it was coming before the renewal date.

Now that Forrest wouldn't be home for the weekend, she called Margo and invited her over. She said she had the fixings for a bar-b-cue that Forrest had planned and that they could cook out, hit the pool, and generally hang out like they used to do back when. Margo didn't hesitate to accept the invitation. She was bored even more than Marsha.

They were eating burgers, drinking beer and soaking up the sun in their string bikinis when Marsha told Margo about Welles and what he done with the items in the house. And then she inadvertently let it slip that he was going to do her portrait for Forrest's birthday. Margo became excited and said, "Maybe I ought to have some done myself even though I have no one to give them to now. But they'd be great when I find someone worthy of having my picture, "she laughed.

"Don't sweat it. You'll find someone soon. Keith was good for you and you'll discover another Keith later when the shock is over. Keith, her husband, had been killed in a plane crash the year before as he surveyed the coastline from the air for a geological mapping company. He was only thirty-six when it happened. They spent the weekend at the pool, on a shopping spree, and watching streaming foreign movies on the TV. Margo left Sunday evening and Marsha suffered the shock of loneliness' again when the house quieted down for the night.

Welles arrived at ten on the dot.

They talked about the plan for a few minutes and then Marsha left to change into the clothes she had chosen for the formal portrait. Welles had already selected the location and background he would use and by the time Marsha came back, he had the equipment and the lighting in place and was ready to begin. He told her where to stand, demonstrated the pose he preferred and then began taking a series of shot from which he would select the final print. When the formal portrait was done, she went to change while he prepared for the candid shots. They went to the yard and the old oak tree. He took several of her leaning against the tree, a few at the flower bed and then they went to the pool. She went into the cabana, slipped out of her clothes and put on the string bikini she had worn over the weekend. She emerged from the cabana and he did a double take when he saw her nearly naked body. He didn't ever remember a client shocking him like she just did. He regained his composure, had her sit in the lounge chair and pretend to read a magazine. She was then directed to stand by the pool ladder with her hands around the chrome handholds and took a few there. He decided that one of two in the shallow end would be worthwhile and took her upper arm to assist her descent down the steps. When he touched her, she felt a shock shoot through her body and she shivered from his touch. It gave her a thrill but also gave her concern about her reaction to his touch.

He took shots from several angles and then told her she could come up from the water. At the landing, he stood beside her and said, "I may be out of line, but I want you to know you are the most beautiful subject I've ever had as a client."

She stared at him for a second before saying, "Thank you David. That's a compliment I never expected after seeing the album you created full of stunning women. Let me ask you, do you do nudes? " "I do. Are you interested in doing some for Forrest?"

"Let's go back in the house and explore that idea. He would love them I'm certain."

She left the bikini on and they went inside. She led him down the hallway to the guest bedroom and closed the door. She asked if he had the equipment he needed and he nodded. She opened the bathroom door, went in and shut it. He arranged him equipment to be ready when she came out. The door opened and his heart stopped when he saw her nude body. He didn't say anything because he knew it would be garbled he was so excited with her beauty. He told her to lie on the bed on her side facing him. "Now, put your hand on your head and your elbow on the mattress holding your head up." She obeyed and he took a look at the scene. He walked to the bed, took her leg and placed it on the other leg. She was shuddering from his touch, electricity flashing through her and bouncing around inside her pussy. He took several shots of her, and then had her sit crossed-legged with her hands on her knees, her head held high that served to tighten up her tits and the leg crossing highlighted the wheat-colored-hair of her pussy. He was taking the series when the bedroom door swung opened and Margo stared at Marsha, shouting, "Oh My God,

Marsha jumped up but had nothing to cover herself, so she casually said, "David, this is my sister Margo. Margo, David Welles that I told you about. What are you doing here?"

"I thought about what I told you about a picture of me and decided to do it. I came over to ask Welles if he would do me. Now that I'm here, why don't I just join in with the nude session up front? We can get a few together if you want."

Marsha laughed and asked, "Okay, if we do appear together can I give copies to Forrest?"

"Hell yes you can. He's always eyed my ass at the pool so why not give him a good look at it." Marsha laughed and slapped Margo's arm.

David stood quietly while they went back and forth. He was hoping that Margo would win. Finally Marsha waved her hand and said, "What the hell. Get undressed and let's get on with the pictures." David smiled and Marsha waved her finger at him saying, "You're enjoying this way too much, David. We should charge you for taking the pictures.' She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek as she continued, "Make them good especially of Margo. She's still a widow in mourning." he registered shock and then said, "I'm sorry and so young to be widowed."

Margo walked out and David was shocked for the second time. She was almost a duplicate of her sister even though she was a year younger. He managed to settle things down and began the task of posing them in various positions as a single or together. Margo being the frisky one, grabbed Marsha by the legs, spread them wide and put her nose in the hair of her pussy. David was snapping wildly because this was an exciting turn of events. Marsha was giggling at Margo and David got a few great shot of her laughing face that could be used as excellent portfolio shots once cropped. Margo rose from between Marsha's leg , grabbed David by the shoulders and pulled his backwards on the bed. She slung her leg over his waist, straddled him, leaned forward and kissed him. She lifted her head and said very softly, "You are a darling hunk of manhood and I can't resist you. All I want to know from you is, are you interested in making a lonely woman, or maybe two, happy this afternoon?"

He sat his camera on the bed, pulled her head down and kissed her deeply before answering, "I'm not a fool, Margo, of course I'm interested, very much interested."

"Okay, go get undressed while I talk to Marsha about it. Scoot!"

He got up, put his camera on the dresser and went to the bathroom. Margo sidled up to Marsha and said, "Here's our chance to get fucked in a threesome with a great, clean, handsome stud. It won't hurt anything and you know I'll never tell. Say yes, will you?"

"Oh, God, Margo. You've put me on the spot. I've had thoughts about fucking him since he came in the first time. When he touches me I get weak-kneed. Should I do it? Guarantee me it'll be okay."

"It'll be okay. No one will ever know except the three of us. Let's do it."

Marsha nodded, Margo yelled for David to come out that all was okay. When the door opened both of their hearts could be heard in the quiet room. They stared at his body, his flaccid dick was at least six inches long, his balls hung nearly to the head of his long dick and he was Adonis in person. Their mouths were watering at the thought of what was coming down the pike for them. He stood looking at them as they were sitting on the bed side by side, duplicates awaiting him. Margo waved David over and patted a spot on the bed for him. He sat and leaned back on his hands to take in what was happening. Margo had the floor, or the bed, depending on how you looked at it. She hesitated, looked at both of them in the eye and began, "Prior to our continuing anything, I want o tell you a few things you don't know about me. Things I've kept hidden and secret for all these years. Think back to sa short while when I pretended to eat Marsha--- without any qualms I 'll bare my soul and tell you that I've always wanted to really do that to Marsha, back as far as early high school." Marsha jerked her head up in shock and started to move toward Margo, her mouth open to say something ,but Margo held up her hand up and continued her story, "Hear me out, please. I loved Keith and I sorely miss him, but Marsha, I have the best of my world with safety, love, and acceptance because of my love for you. That's it. I feel so much better now that you know. If you want to question me, I stand ready to open myself to you at any time you want.. Thank you for agreeing to be a part what we're about to undertake because it frees me to realize my dream."

Marsha was the first to say anything, but only after she moved over and took Margo in a hug, and then when she spoke, it was through tears. "Margo, why did you not tell me years ago? You should have known I would be supportive and understanding. I'm so sorry that we've not been closer." Margo was crying when she answered, "Sis, I've stayed so busy to keep from interfering with your life. When I lost Keith, I so wanted to be closer to you but resisted my impulses so that I wouldn't disrupt your ideal life." Marsha had streaming tears when she looked at David or his reaction. He nodded okay and mouthed 'Great sisterly love..' She turned to Margo again and softly said, "Always, Margo, always." David had risen from the bed and was setting up a video camera. He was the closest to the tissue box, pulled out a handful and split them between the two of them. They blew their noses, wiped their eyes and both then hugged him

Marsha, now composed, with a concerned look on her face, asked, "David, what are you going to do with the video camera?"

Margo piped up and said, "Yeah, that's a good question .What will you do with the video?". David walked back to the bed as he was answering, "It's not for me. I thought that after what I witnessed that it would be nice to video us to create copies for the two of you to put in your memory boxes. I'll copy it to CD's and it'll give you the chance to review what the two of you do today. The camera is running now and is capturing as we are here talking. You'll have the history of our encounter to live with forever." Margo smiled and said, "Okay with me. I think it might be nice to look back in my old age and see how young I looked with a dick in my mouth and my ass in the air." Marsha and David looked at her strangely and then broke out in belly laughs as they imagined that picture in their minds.

Margo became serious and had David sit on the edge of the bed again. She dropped to her knees and began fondling his soft, floppy dick. She had made a circle with her thumb and index finger and was jacking up and down the now awakening shaft. She tickled the 'rooster comb' under the head that was left from his circumcision causing him to squirm from the pleasure. She increased her jacking action, grabbed Marsha by the arm and pulled her to the floor, saying, "Come on, Marsha . It's getting so big it takes four hands to do the job." With the two of them jacking his dick, he could no longer stand it sitting up, so he dropped backwards and stretched on the bed and started bucking his ass up and down with his ever-hardening dick pointing upwards to meet their hand motions.

Margo suddenly quit jacking, pushed on his right side and had him turn over. When Marsha released his now hard dick, Margo put a pillow under his stomach and proceeded to gently insert her finger slowly into his asshole, searching for his prostate. When she located it, she pushed her finger against it and watched him squirm heavier as he lay groaning while she flicked the finger against it repeatedly. David caught his breath, pulled Marsha in front of him, had her get on her knees and he began giving her asshole a rim job while Margo was driving him batty with her finger up his ass. Margo continued teasing the prostate until she heard him lightly screaming from the flicking which caused him to withdraw his tongue from Marsha's ass. Margo withdrew her finger, crawled beside him and slapped his ass. "David, come up here and fuck my tits. They're craving your dick." He crawled up her body, she pressed her breasts together and he began fucking her tits as the head of his long dick kept pushing right in her face. Margo quickly stuck her tongue out and with each thrust; she licked the head as it came forward. Marsha was at the end of the bed, she positioned herself between Margo's legs and in a surprise to both Margo and him, she began sucking Margo's clit and tonguing her clean-shaven barren dripping pussy. David was trying his best not to cum yet. He gritted his teeth, bit his lip, thought about his next job, and tried his best to draw a blank in his mind. His thoughts were; 'Holy shit, why me? How did I manage to pull this job with these fringe benefits? If I died now, the trip to heaven wouldn't be long because it would be while I was in Paradise anyway.

Margo signaled for him to stop fucking her tits. He slowed tit fucking, waited until Marsha moved and then collapsed beside Marsha. Margo slid downward, bent over him and began sucking his dick while she fingered Marsha's pussy. He hadn't had such a great feeling in a long time as she ran her mouth up and down his shaft, flicking the corona of the head with each upswing. She removed her mouth, began jacking his dick and leaned over and was licking Marsha's slit, slurping the dampness and running her tongue inside Marsha's vagina. Margo left Marsha, returned to sucking David's dick as Marsha rose to her knees, crawled forward, eased herself into a position over David's face and lowered the center of her pussy to his nose. When he had the first whiff of her damp pussy, his dick started vibrating inside Margo's mouth and he wasn't certain if it was Marsha's pussy in his face or that his dick was reacting to Margo's tongue. He didn't care which, only that it felt godly. Margo quit sucking him, let her mouth rest down the shaft of his dick as she watched his eating Marsha. With no pressures of his dick being sucked, he applied his tonguing of Marsha with more energy and dedication that quickly had her panting and in a tense knot. He continued until he suddenly shoved his tongue upwards inside her and vigorously tongued the soft inner lining while rubbing his nose back and forth on her clit. Marsha went into an orgasm immediately, a light scream, a long release of a sigh, biting her lip all while pounding on the top of his head as the spasms electrified her. Margo removed her mouth, pulled on his dick causing him to roll Marsha over and put a pillow under her ass. He rapidly went between her legs and penetrated her immediately. There was no playing around with her pussy; he was aching for immediate release the pain was so intense. Marsha was still in the throes of her orgasm and was the perfect fuck--wriggling, squirming, bucking, twisting, and continuously moaning until he was nearly ready to blow. He raised his ass to thrust harder and with his ass in the air, Margo stuck her finger back in his ass and hit his prostate hard. He yelped, his balls tingled with unbearable heat as they sucked up at the moment he let loose and let the explosion take over. Margo reached under him, pulled his dick out of Marsha's pussy, stuffed his dick back in her mouth and jerked his balls several times. The cum continued to spurt in what felt like gallons. Margo had it running out the corners of her mouth, down her chin, dripping on her tits and yet she kept sucking hard. She stunned him by suddenly rising up and kissing him on the mouth as the cum dripped on their cheeks and chins.

They all collapsed on the bed, side by side. He didn't know what to say. He knew she was far more experienced than he would have ever imagined. In all his years of sex, he had never thought of doing what she had them do, much less to actually do them. They rested for a moment, no one moving, just breathing heavily. Since he was in the middle of them, he reached for each, put his hand on their pussies and began a tender fingering as he lay resting. He kept at it with no increase in movement, just the gentle back and forth of his finger over the top of their clits.. At the point when he had both of them near orgasm, he rose, crawled over Marsha and whispered to Margo, "Get Marsha in the sixty-nine position while I adjust the camera."

Margo climbed on top of Marsha and began licking her slit through the wheat-colored hair. Marsha responded by pulling Margo's pussy to her mouth, sucked and nibbled on her inner labia. They were both still in heat because of David's fingering and they were in an eating frenzy when David crawled back on the bed, got behind Margo and entered her doggy style. He was fucking her at an easy pace, timing himself for the second when her orgasm hit her. In some five minutes, Margo tensed, lifted her head slightly from Marsha's pussy and her orgasm started with a deep, long echoing moan, a heavy push back against David's dick and then a collapse on Marsha. Margo was sighing, turned her head toward David and he responded by giving her a deep, hard thrust at the same time he started Cumming again. She reached with her right hand, pushed him backwards and took his dick in her hand as she squeezed it to drain the last few drops on cum, letting them fall on Marsha's leg. She held it in her hand tightly and Marsha saw what was up so she joined in. In a short while, they had performed a miracle, the dead rose again and, was pointing at the ceiling. Margo told Marsha to keep it up and not let it die. Marsha continued a slow jacking while fondling his balls to keep him hard.

Margo had brought doughnuts when she came over and she left the room, ran to the kitchen, hustled back with two doughnuts that she had enlarged-the hole on. She put a chocolate covered one on his dick and instructed Marsha to slowly eat it off. When the chocolate one was gone, she put a vanilla iced one on and she flopped on her stomach and ate it off. When it was finished, she took his dick in her mouth, cleaned the crumbs from it by sucking it down to the base. She looked up at him, winked and said, "That makes the video a food show, so you can label it as the 'Pasty Hour.' That'll guarantee that Forrest will never attempt to watch it if he ever found it."

They sat on the edge of the bed. David looked at Margo and said, "I don't want to too nosy and you can tell me to stuff it, but I'd like to know where you learned all those techniques? Believe me, Ladies, today was an education for me and I can't thank you enough for the day of my life."

Margo took hold of his hand and with a tremble in her voice answered, "David, Keith taught me what I know. I think he was taught those things when he was stationed in Japan with the air force. He was a jet pilot in those days."

Marsha piped in and said, "David, those were all new to me also. No woman had ever touched me until today and I had never tasted another pussy until I tasted Margo today. Truth be known, yours is only the second dick I've ever had inside me. It will never happen again but I want you to know how much I enjoyed it."

He told them how much he appreciated their trust in him and then he told them that their pictures would be on the house as a gift for giving him the thrill of their bodies.

With his equipment packed and ready to go, he told Marsha that her photos would be delivered in two weeks. He turned to Margo and shyly asked, "Margo, would it be acceptable for me to call you sometime for a dinner date?"

Margo kissed his cheek and said, "I wouldn't have it any other way David. Call soon please. I'm a little hungry." He smiled, gave them a thumb up and left them elated as well as fully sated.