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SUN SUIT GIRL by BY REX PODIUS "I'm sorry I'm late," Bonnie Frost said, out of breath as she hurried through the waiting room of my West Side studio. Her hair was long and red and her lips and nail polish were even redder. And her well-shaped breasts looked great behind the material of her two-piece print sun suit. "Damn it's hot," she said, trying to fan the air around her neck with her long fingers. "Wait until you get under those lights," I said smiling. "So what kind of portrait would you like?" "Oh, Mr. Kennard," she said. "I didn't come to you for a portrait. My girl friend told me you take really sexy pictures, and I want something just like hers." "What's her name?" I said, a little concerned that I might be getting the wrong reputation. For a living, I do family portraits, weddings and graduations. But on occasion, I'll do a snatch and tits spread for one of the men's magazines. She gave the name of her girl friend, but I barely remembered her. "But here's her picture," she said, handing it to me. It was sexy all right -- an attractive blonde with an off-the-shoulder dress showing the cleft of her breasts. It was not one of my centerfold photo spreads. It was more what I would call glamour shot than something really sexy. "I can do something like this for you," I said. "Yeah, but I want something even sexier, something risque." She said it excitedly, clinching her fists and shaking them along with her entire body. Her red hair swung from side to side and her brown eyes opened wide with youthful excitement. "I understand what you want, but let's start off with something straight and easy." She looked disappointed, but I understood. She was young, and if she was a classmate of the blonde she showed me, she had just graduated from high school. "Perfect," I said, thinking about her age. "Perfect for what?" she said, just the slightest bit confused. I just grinned at her. I thought about telling her how to pose. Then I thought it would be better if she chose her own shots for the spread. "What kind of pictures would you like me to take?" "How about this?" she said, and she pulled up on the top of her sun suit showing me large hard breasts, with nipples that must have been even harder. Apparently I was getting to her the way she was getting to me, and she saw the front of my khaki trousers. She leaned back on the white chaise longue in the corner of my studio, with her top still pushed above her tits, and I continued to take pictures. Then, in a move that completely surprised me, she reached down and pulled the crotch of her bottom to the side. She wore no underwear and she exposed the virginal slit of her pussy. "Fuck me like you did her!" "I didn't fuck her." "Liar!" she said, and she peeled the top of her sun suit all the way from her body. She pushed the bottoms to the floor and kicked them away. "Fuck me, sir," she said. "Bonny, I never fucked her." I said, but I continued to take pictures. It was not that I didn't want to fuck her. I just hadn't seen her birth certificate. "I broke my cherry, riding a bicycle a long time ago, but I've never been fucked," she said. "And I am eighteen if that's what's bothering you. I understand you ask all the girls that. You wussy, paranoid bastard!" "You bitch!" I put my camera aside and she laughed at me, spreading her legs even farther. I did not even think about getting undressed. Instead, I unzipped my fly and took out my cock. Her laughter subsided suddenly and her eyes went wide. She seemed startled at my size, but that was fine. The little bitch deserved anything she got, and she was definitely going to get it. Her shock did not last very long, because she licked her lips and reached for me. Instead of waiting for me to plunge it into her, she leaned forward and took the whole thing into her mouth, sucking and swallowing. I couldn't believe it! A virgin who could do deep throat? But she did it, and she did it well, better than many an older woman, better than the call girls in the major hotels, better than the prostitutes in the brothels in Brooklyn and on the East Side. She was sucking my cock and growling at me. And, at the same time, she was pushing her long fingers into her own pussy, massaging it and readying it for my plunge. And it was she who decided the exact moment to do it. She squeezed my cock from her throat, then from her mouth, scraping it slightly on her teeth. The scrape was just enough of a shock to keep me from cumming. But my cock was still long and it was still hard, and she guided it to her pussy, snarling at me as she did. She may have been a virgin, but her pussy had experienced a lot of action of some kind or another, because my cock slipped all the way into her. I began to pump immediately, going hard, in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around my ass and her arms around my back, and her nails dug through the material of my shirt. She kissed me hard, scraping her teeth against mine, biting my tongue. She rocked up at me as I plunged down into her. "Fuck me you son bitch," she mumbled through our kiss. "Fuck me like you fucked my mother." "Bull shit," I mumbled back at her and I kept slamming and jamming hard into her, my cock going all the way to the hilt. "Someday," she said, "someday I want you to fuck us both. Me and my mother, both of us." "Yes," I said, excited by the thought of the process -- no matter how remote, no matter how ridiculous -- and I kept fucking her and fucking her. "Ah, ah, ah," she went. I didn't know if she was ready to cum, but I didn't care, because I was ready, and I growled as the juice gushed from my balls, up the internal shaft of my cock, and slammed against the walls of her pussy. "Ohhhhh," she cried. I experienced the full relief of my pleasure, but I stifled my own cries, not wanting her to know, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. But, like me, she didn't care, because she was satisfied. "Oh, yes," she said. "Oh, yes. You are such a good fuck. Oh, yes. My mother said you would be." I was out of breath, but I slowly began to recover. "Yes," she whispered again, and she brushed my hair from my face. Finally my cum was expended. And when my cock began to soften, I eased it out of her. "Who's your mother?" I said. And she told me. "She's you mother. Damn, we'll have to do all do this together sometime." "She said that too. And I agree." "Good," I said. "So how about if we take some more pictures." "How about if we fuck again," she said. "We can work that out too. But pictures first." And this time, I let her know how much she pleased me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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