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"Hi, Mr. Kennard," said Clare. She said she had forgotten to wear make up in her Westside Junior College photo, and she wanted me to take it again. It was a story I heard many times as a photographer, and one I had learned to twist to my advantage when the time seemed right. Clare O'Tannin came into my studio swinging her pigtails, and looking younger than the usual Junior College Student, yet she had the wry grin of a young woman who knew exactly what she was doing. "Your first proofs didn't look all that bad," I said. "As a matter of fact, I thought you looked pretty good." "Thanks." she tilted her head to the side to enhance the grin. "But I still think you can get some better pictures of me." She wore a short, white blouse that showed her bare midriff and low-slung, cutoff jeans that showed skinny legs. The look on her face told me she was there for more than just a photo shoot. I should explain that I am not a handsome man, but the fact is that certain jobs attract women. Naturally actor and musician top the list, but bartender and photographer are pretty high too. I know, because I've done both jobs, and I've enjoyed the sexual perks. "There are caps on the table over there and gowns on the hooks," I said. Westside always took their graduation photos in caps and gowns. "Thanks." She walked over to table, and quickly selected a board cap with tassel that seemed to fit. Then, she went to the hooks, fingered through the gowns, and selected one she liked. I was surprised when she dropped both the cap and gown to the black sofa. I was even more surprised when she turned toward me, unbuttoned and unzipped her cutoffs and let them fall to the floor, emphasizing her thinness as well as her youth. "What do you think?" she said, turning toward me. Her pigtails were hanging in front of her white, half-blouse and her bikini bottoms were so narrow, the were all but nonexistent. I mentioned before that I'm not a prize in the looks department. But I do have a seven inch cock which shows while I'm still in clothes if a woman cares enough to look. I was hard now, and she would have had to be blind not to see it. "Looks good to me, but I don't think I can take your graduation photo like that." I laughed and she smiled. "You can take it later," she said, and in a single motion, she stuck her thumb in the string of elastic at her waistband, stripped out of her bikini bottoms and climbed up on my easy chair, with her ass and pussy sticking back at me. "Does this look good too?" she said looking over her shoulder at me. "Sure does." Clare didn't know it -- or maybe she did -- but I had been taking photos with my .35 millimeter almost from the moment she stepped into the studio. I took one last shot of her ass and pussy, unslung the camera, and unzipped my fly. The head of my cock had already slipped from under the waistband of my bikini underwear, and it took just one fluid motion to pull down the elastic and free both my cock and my balls. "Ooooo, good," she said as I took my cock in my hand and started to approach. "You've done this before, I see." "And I love it!" she said. It was easy to tell that, because her pussy was already sobbing wet and ready. I didn't even have to spread the lips. All I had to do was grab her thighs, lift her body like a wheel barrow, and push my cock head against her gaping wet pussy. I had trouble getting in at first, and I had to push three times. But as soon as my cock head cleared the opening, her pussy swallowed it up, sucking it all the way inside her. "Feels real good," she said, and she began to rotate her little ass and squeeze her underdeveloped internal muscles. "Mmmmm," I said, and I moved my cock in and out of her tight little cunt, slow and easy. "Don't baby me. Fuck me!" "Yeah." I swung her body to the edge of the sofa. I let go of her legs and pushed my hands up under her blouse, gripping her small tits. I moved harder and faster, and went deeper and deeper with each thrust. I was surprised that her little pussy took every one of my seven inches. I surprised even more at the way her pussy gripped and her ass churned. She was such an innocent looking thing, but she was far from an innocent woman. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted to fuck. I heard my breathing and her breathing. I heard the sloshing of my cock in her pussy. I smelled the freshness of her body. And all of my senses began to drive me to a frenzy. I pumped hard in and out. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she said. In and out, harder and harder, with me grunting and her begging for me to fuck her, even as I slammed my cock deeper and deeper. "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah," she said. "I think . . . I think . . . I think--" "Yes!" I said, and I slammed one, deep hard thrust, and my balls growled and churned. "Do it now! Now! Cum inside me!" she cried. My balls exploded and the cum gushed inside her tight little pussy. I gripped her tits, held my body hard against her ass. Groaning and moaning as my cum spewed and splattered inside her. "Oh, Mr. Kennard, Mr. Kennard, Mr. Kennard." "Oh, yes, Clare. Yesssss." "Ooooo, I want to do that again," she said. "Me too," I said, "but first we'd better get this graduation picture." "Fuck some more!" "OK," I said. She squeezed my cock from her pussy, and my cum dripped on the leather of my chair. Then she turned and went to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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