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mind. Some came back later, and did fine. Others we never saw again.

One little spinner type was reluctant to remover her panties at first, but by the end of the afternoon she was deep throating my cock, with the finest smile you could ever want.

I’ve needed to remove boyfriends who clearly were pressuring their ladies into doing this. Got some nice thank you cards from the young women who really did not want to do it. And… a few husbands, who should have known better…. The older the women who used our services were, the more likely they were accompanied by men. A few woman with woman companions also passed through my doors.

A few boyfriends stayed with their girlfriends right through some active participation.

And I have needed to excuse the two guys together folks a couple of times. I have no problem with what they are, but I have no clue as to what to do with them and my camera.

I’ve done tiny girls who could fall through a keyhole without touching the sides. And yes, I have been impressed with what they could accommodate as far as cock size is concerned.

We will do the REALLY big gals too. Where there is a will, there is a way. Gotta mention their sense of humor as I try to get those close up photos with the extra hands being called in to roll out of the way certain, ah, things. These ladies are great and their fans are dedicated.

The first 25 girls had 25 different smiles. I saw happy, scared, polite, sexy, bubble gun chewing, laughing, trying not to get sick, and blind date smile. I finally stopped trying the keep track of the variety.

Betcha you don’t know that there are at least a dozen ways to take off your bra in front of a stranger. They can roll them off over their head, letting their breasts flop down, or roll them off going down, letting their breasts pop up. They can reach behind with one or both hands, undo and shoot them into the room. Ladies can hug them with their hands over the goodies, because they pretend they aren’t quite ready to show off their tits. Sneak a peek. Turn your back. Drop the bra with hands over your breasts. Or throw your hands up in the air and show your two friends to the whole world with reckless abandon.

Positioning the ladies for pussy photos can be a challenge to young women whose grandmothers have been telling them for a decade to never sit like that, because you can see….. Uh yeah. That’s the point.

Then there was the cutie who told me that she had been giving guys head for years without a moment’s hesitation, but when she was sucking my cock, with me holding my camera, she finally notices that she is naked, etc, and my gawd look what I am doing!!

But mostly it was pretty young women, a little nervous, who smile, grit their teeth getting undressed in front of me, who later were thrilled with my compliments and proud of what they were showing off. Those who needed to enjoy my cock, eventually enjoyed my cock.

And no, I never grow tired or bored. I have fun, get aroused, do my job, and occasionally get my rocks off.

The best part is knowing that we are helping these young woman through an interesting experience.

It was a summer time Tuesday, and my doorbell rang again. Through the peep hole I see a young lady. The archetypal southern California young woman stood there. Long straight blonde hair, of course….blue eyes, well sculpted by athletic conditioning and possibly some skilled surgical care, perfect makeup, what’s trending this week’s outfit, and a well practiced smile. Both of them. Yes, identical twins. What next?

And standing with them, expensive gray suit and dress shoes, no smile, a humorless male.

“Mr. Cummings. My name is Gordon Somethingorother, and this is Eeenie and Meenie. (names changed just in case) May we come in? We are trying to avoid any unfavorable publicity.”

“So am I. What can I do for you?”

“My people tell me that you can get these two young women roles in a pornographic video. We would like you to do this. As you can see, they are identical twins. It is our understanding that this adds to their value.”

“I have no idea. Can the girls speak for themselves? I can help up to a point but I cannot promise anything.”

As twins are wont to do, they speak in unison.

“Yes, Yeah, we want to.”

“All right. Tell me, Gordon, are you related to these girls?”

“I have a power of attorney signed by the senator, their mother. I am her campaign manager and advisor. ”

I recognize the mother’s name. She is in politics, somehow, in our state, which says a lot. None of it good…. She is running for governor or Congress or president. Whatever. She is far back in the pack going into the primaries, and from what little I know, she would never get my vote, nor that of any rational person. Frankly that’s none of my business. Since the girls are 18 they don’t need permission, but it raises one question.

“Excuse me, Gordon. You want the daughters of a candidate for public office do a porn video? Seems a bit out of the norm.”

“We have run this by our focus groups and for the interest group most likely to vote for Ms. (censored), single women age 18-35 college educated and unemployed, this is a big plus.”

“Well, that makes perfect sense, I guess. All right then….Girls, you have talked with other girls who have done this?”

“Oh yeah, lots.”

“And they said it was fun, right?

“Yes, Yeah.”

“And you have watched their videos, right?”

“Oh yes, yeah, lot’s. Looks like fun.”

These girls are beautiful and sexy and eager, but ya don’t want to look deeply into their eyes unless you want to see the insides of the back of their skulls. But this has rarely stopped really beautiful women from getting what they want with life.

I pull out my laptop and show the girls the shots I took of Janet… All of them, from the nice head and shoulder shots right down to the closeups of nipples and clitoris. This is what you will be doing today….

“Wow!! You take great pictures.”

Gordon says nothing.

So I guess I’m good to go. I take the girls into the back yard where the light is good. I get the head and shoulder shots, and the fully clothed full body views. As much as photographing the whole undressing process is fun, we only actually need the total naked views. So I ask them to simply remove all their clothing. I watch them side by side stripping down. Camo is the color scheme this month, I guess. So camo tank tops go up over heads. Their bras are a good try, but they conceal and support only in theory. Reaching behind, hands free them and they spring away. Breasts crying out for my hands and mouth celebrate their freedom an arms length away. Their breasts clearly like it outside. Baggy camo shorts go down easily. The thongs, both black, highlight their pussies, dragging my eyes directly to the exposed labia that firmly clench down on the thong fabric held within. I cheat, snapping shots as more is revealed. Spectacular breasts, tight muscular bodies, shaved pussies. Even harder to tell apart the twins without the clues of clothing. So Eenie wears the gold neck chain, silver for Menie.

The girls may be identical twins, but in nature nothing is symmetrical. Eenie’s left breast is slightly larger than her right, and Meenie’s are the opposite. And Eenie’s left nipple is more sensitive and Meenie’s is the opposite. Want to know how I know? I accidentally brush across various nipples a few times. Tell them to face each other with their arms around each others neck for some shots, and “oh, we need your nipples to perk up”, so reaching between them, I perk up their nipples. I do notice that no one objects. I also notice that Gordon isn’t watching the naked girls, so he isn’t handicapped by an erection like I have. He is instead, staring at mine. So small wonder he knows nothing about coed porn.

With twice as many as usual, I very much enjoy the closeups, full frame nipple shots from four inches away, and spread your legs honey, I need a quick pic of your pussy. What a way to die…

I confess to some self control issues when flanked by the naked twins as we reviewed their photographs on my laptop. I was a perv sandwich on naked ladies. I was in fact disappointed at the end of the afternoon when they dressed and left with Gordon.

So imagine my improved attitude when the twins ditched Gordon that evening and somehow found themselves back at my house. Eenie said they wanted some actual porn photos for their personal collections, so could they borrow my cock for a while? Do you need the details? Well, their faces were smiling and beautiful. Their bodies warm and soft and well developed. I let them tempt my cock into his excited phase. With my camera snapping, we discovered that my cock would fit either mouth. My hands on their breasts looked good on camera. My favorite was the shots of my cock just barely entering one of their pussies. Don’t remember which girl it was, but it kinda didn’t matter as they are so similar. I fondled and suckled and licked and eventually introduced them to my cock, back and forth between them, attempting to address them equally. Turned into a memorable event. It was not twice the work, but indeed it was twice the pleasure. They seemed pleased. I wished them well in their new endeavor. And no, I don’t think they invited their mother to the porn shoot, so no mother and daughter videos this time. Sad, because I’m sure that would have played well during an election campaign in our state. But i guess the republic can live without that.

Eenie and Menie were the first women to approach me who attended that exclusive women’s college just north of town. All the others had attended public schools. The twin’s single mom paid 60K each year, for each girl to attend the school. Not bad for a politician who presented herself as the savior of the working class and the others she looked down upon. In typical politician honesty, she claimed to have come from poverty, and somehow even after never working at a real job in her life, she manages this. But the best was yet to come.

Somebody called Janet, who called me. Seems the twins put all their photos, including the “extra” ones with my cock in use, on the internet. And now, guess what is trending…

And so even more girls are wearing out my doorbell. And my camera.

I suppose she could have gone by the title Headmistress, but she chose Headmaster, for traditions sake. And yes, she is a Mildred. Mildred Summers. Ms. Summers has been the Headmaster of the Margaret Sanger School For Women for 15 years. She is maybe 5’4” tall but she has a presence that fills the room. Brown hair, expertly restrained in a perfect bun, with traces of gray, none of which is subject to a dye job. Flat shoes, nylons, skirt right on her knees, jacket buttoned, white blouse buttoned to the throat. I’m guessing a minimizer bra, but none of my business. She has an appointment with me.

Ms. Summers is sipping tea while I enjoy my personal blend of coffee. Kitchen chairs at the table. Ambient temperature in my kitchen dropped when she arrived.

“Mr. Cummings…There was a time when the exclusive women only colleges were known for their predictability. Nothing ever changed. Most of these schools thrived just upwind of the Ivy League schools, and their primary function was to put the young women with appropriate pedigrees into close contact with the men who had the appropriate pedigrees so the elite families could control who married whom. Now, to be nice we can call them anachronisms, or if honest they have actually gone to shit. Pardon my french.

“We like to think at Sanger that a good education is better for women than simply creating Stepford wives. For instance, we acknowledge that Margaret Sanger was a racist and favored eugenics, but she also did amazing work for the civil rights of women. Her opinions were consistent with the times and the times have changed, and so we teach that the wrongs in our past can be corrected. And we also try to instill into women that we are not victims, and that we can thrive in our changing world. Which brings me to video porn. This endeavor comes with its own history and reputation. The question I raise has to do with whether it is a threat or benefit to my young women.

“A few things have changed in the world since I was the same age as my students are now. I wasn’t always the cranky stodgy woman with rust between her legs that I know some think I am.”

She produces an old, tattered notebook, and opens it randomly to pages about a third into the book. Wonderfully done pencil and ink drawings of a beautiful and very nicely assembled woman fill the pages. Only a few involve clothing. I flipped through several pages.

“You?”

“Yes. I was in love… I remember wonderful times, and also how some folks sneered at me. And although I don’t set this out on my coffee table, I still love these so very much.”

“Should be in an art museum,”

“By my count, 5 of my girls have been photographed by you. And yes, I have seen some of your work. You let my girls be beautiful. And although I am not yet sure how I feel about those videos, I reserve judgement. Times change, and I must change with them If I should relate to my students. On one side, I must set the best example, but I need to be compassionate too. I have a question, and I hope I am not out of line…. do you have an age limit for your models?”

“Let me show you something,”

I open my laptop and pulled up my photos of Pam, my neighbor and partner in crime. Pam is pushing 40 and still does the occasional video, because they are so popular. Her mature body is still red hot. Mildred stares at some of the photos of Pam fondling my cock, and sucking same.

“My goodness. Is that you?”

“Ah, yeah.”

“Can I call you Frank? Let me be frank, Frank. I want to ask you something, but I don’t want to get between you and Pam…..”

“We are old friends, but she lives her life and I live mine. What do you want to know?”

“I had boyfriends when away at college and a few since, but not for a decade or so. I really want to get to know you a lot better, but……”

“I would love it.”

She smiles, and her face doesn’t break or anything. Mildred is in fact a very pretty lady when she drops the headmaster role.

“Can you photograph me? If it won’t break your camera….”

“Well, let’s see. That door right there goes to the backyard.”

I hold the door for her, and then take her hand in mine to lead her into the yard. She looks down at her hand, a it is a different smile on her face now. And her eyes look softer too. When I am not looking, she frees her hair from the inappropriate bun. She shakes her hair into abandon. This seems to free more of her than just her hair.

‘“Oh look. A rose. Let’s see you smelling a flower.”

And thus the photo session begins. Mildred looks cute smiling at a silly flower. So let’s look up into that tree. I get her face from the usual angles and then some others. She tries to get serious, but I keep making her laugh. Aren’t you a little warm in that jacket? It gets laid over the back of a lounge chair. I think she enjoyed the part where I unbuttoned and then removed her jacket. Got real close to some soft parts. On purpose.

Mildred gets a thoughtful look on her face, and excuses herself to the bathroom inside. When she returns, she looks lighter on her feet. The shoes are missing and so are the nylon stockings, which I presume to have been panty hose. She isn’t exactly calm, but her nerves now seem to be more about excited. The smiles come easily now. My camera is busy. Clearly, her bra is missing now, too. Her breasts suddenly are bigger, and her nipples are showing through the thin fabric of her blouse. And she knows it, because she keeps looking at herself, in self appraisal, but there is a blush to her cheeks now. The best part for me as I sneak peeks while working the camera, is the movement under her partially un-buttoned blouse that was not there before.

She stands close with her face looking up at me, so yeah, I kissed her. Just a peck at first, but she grabs my head and lays on me a real kiss. And she is pressing her breasts against my chest. I’ve been told by folks who would know, that this makes breasts feel good. So I can do this longer if it pleases her. She is breathing harder. My hands slide down, the backs of my fingers tracing the line down to her nipples. Then over the nipples. A moan. Deep intake of breath. One button at a time, working down her blouse, tug the tails out from under the waist band of her skirt. Spread it open, stopping just before the nipple reveal. More kissing. Palms laid across breasts, one for each. Soft and smooth and warm and those nipples hard, and that gentle bit of noise that is not words escapes her mouth. Multitasking as I also continue to take photos. The blouse falls off the backs of her shoulders, sliding down and off her arms. There we are, in full sunshine, head back and arms hanging by her side, her breasts magnificent in full display mode.

Mildred opens the button and zipper and steps out of her skirt. Seems she left her panties back in the bathroom too. This suggests intent. I pose her on the lounge chair and the camera soon records every inch of her. Nothing is hidden and this is clearly what she wants. Perhaps, she is reliving a memory from a long time ago. More kissing. More landscape to explore. More pleasure to unveil. I think she is surprised at how wet she can get. Pleased even. I explore gently, because I know it has been a while for her.

“I want to see your cock.”

“I presume you know the way….”

She fumbles only a little. I sense eager. And some joy. Her eyes intent, and then open wide. A moments hesitation as my guy pops out of confinement. She is squeezing her thighs together. Her belly muscles twitch.

“Oh my!”

I’m still snapping photos, although with less enthusiasm. I am preoccupied.

“Frank…. please take me to your bed.”

I leave the camera as we pass the kitchen table.

Mildred is on her side on my bed, her top knee raised a little. This allows her hand access for gentle strokes over her clit. I wish here that I still had the camera, for words cannot describe the rapture on her face. Her eyes follow my movements as I remove each piece of clothing.

Together on the bed, warm skin on skin, soft kisses, soft hands, soft tongue. Breasts are made for kisses and some friendly suckling. Just a little tickle from gentle fingertips exploring her sides. Her legs part for my hand. The sounds leaking out of her mouth are mostly soft moans, mixed in with those little cries. More noise when I brush over under around and through about her clit. My kisses trace down from breasts, across a belly which twitches enjoyably. More kisses along her inner thighs. Wander up to the perfect little spot between thigh and heaven. Her breasts heaving with her breathing. Her hands are moving my head to where she thinks I belong.

I have different speeds when licking sucking tracing pressing about an eager pussy. I begin today with first gear, which I usually reserve for the new drivers. Mildred is basking in pleasure. She voices the oh yes, yes yes. Time to upshift. Now it’s oh gawd. Third gear. ARGGGH! head rolling back, eyes rolling up, tongue rolling sounds, her thighs crush my head as she pulls me against her, wracked with body twists and rolls and insane pleasure. So I don’t stop. Fourth gear. No complaints from Mildred.

She is on her back, limp, still gasping for air, various muscles twitching, skin red, eyes closed, not bothering to wipe the drool from her chin. Legs splayed out so I can watch as she continues to tighten those muscles that make her open and close her weeping pussy. I roll away from the body.

Her eyes open in alarm, but when she sees me rolling the condom on to my cock, she relaxes, and watches, and smiles. I’m not leaving and there is more coming. I can be gentle. She can be eager. I figure after a decade long hiatus, treating her like a beginner is prudent. Like riding a bicycle, it all comes back to her after a few strokes of the pedal. She is fine and we are having fun. I loan her a few moderate orgasms, and I move her into different positions to spread my attention around in there, but when she indicates that she wants more enthusiasm, I throw caution away and she gets the blue ribbon effort that delvers to her another screaming semi-violent orgasm that will let her wake up tomorrow noticing sore muscles she has forgotten all about. Other parts of her will remember this too, but I expect no complaints. Exhausted, we sleep intertwined on wet rather disrupted sheets.

It’s dark and quiet when we awake.

“Damn Frank….I can tell. You’ve done this before. I should have called you ten years ago. How does a woman say thank you after a ride like this?”

“With a smile like yours.”

“I was a bit distracted. Did you manage to get off while you were entertaining me?”

“No. I was busy.”

“Roll over. It’s been a while, but I think I remember what I used to do in a situation like this.”

Apparently, they had this kind of bicycle back a few years, too. My thoughts as her lips surround the head of my cock.… She is good at this too.

I put her photos on a memory stick, including the ones I took as she lay relaxed post wrestling match, in quiet repose, with an enigmatic Whistler’s Mother smile on her face. And her right arm rests across her chest, her left nipple held firmly between her thumb and first finger.

“Frank…..please tell me that we can do this again, some day.”

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