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Jenna slowly opened up her white vest, pulling it to either side of a white bra. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed, exquisite in their delicacy. Her skin was so clear it could’ve been white as whipped cream, dusted with a cinnamon tan.

Then she lifted her skirt again and stood there like the original teen dream, her vest unbuttoned, her tiny bra full and tight, her skirt up over her creamy thighs.

Peter’s flash sparked. His manhood throbbed against his swim trunks like a hammer beating against an anvil.

“I don’t know if I should be posing like this,” Jenna said, her voice laden with irony, her eyes slinking into Peter, toying with him. “Do you think I look good? I’d hate to look like an idiot. Or like Aubrey.”

Peter was unloading his film, planting a new roll in the camera. “You look great.”

“You look too artificial,” Aubrey told her. “The bra, the peek-a-boo pussy… it’s all too posed. You should be more naturalistic. Take ‘em out.”

“Huh?” Peter asked.

“She means my tits,” Jenna told him.

“What? Do you?” Peter asked Aubrey, his head swiveling from one girl to the other.

“She should just put them up over the top of her bra,” Aubrey confirmed. “It’ll look so much less affected. Besides, you’ve already shown your cunt.”

“You step out the front door and you show cunt,” Jenna said to her.

Aubrey’s mad eyes flared. “And every guy loves it.”

“Not at much as these,” Jenna said, pulling her bra down under her tits, showing her petite breasts jutting proudly on top of the brassiere, her nipples stiff.

Aubrey turned to Peter. “You’re not going to let that go to waste, are you?”

Peter took several shots, panting a little, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. “Jenna, why don’t you do that squatting pose again?” he suggested.

“Are you sure?” Jenna asked him. “You don’t think I’ll look like… I don’t know… a whore or something?”

“What’s wrong with looking like a whore?” Aubrey asked.

Jenna shrugged, conceding the point, and turned and bent over and set her feet apart and put her hands on her knees and shoved her ass back.

“Goddamn,” Peter breathed, more pictures flashing the room like bolts of lightning, committing another second of Jenna’s life to eternal memory.

“She’s got a real nice ass,” Aubrey observed drolly, like she was trying to fill an awkward silence with a random statement. “It’s no wonder everyone wants to fuck her.”

Lithe as her body was, Jenna’s ass was a potent helping of two dumplings: plump and as smooth as polished marble, glistening and round as Jenna swirled her hips, shaking her ass for every click of Peter’s shutter.

Overwhelmed, the strength went out of Peter’s arms and he lowered the camera down to hang from its neck strap. “Well, that’s that, I think I got everything I need,” he said, holding his hands in front of his body to conceal his raging erection.

“What about me?” Aubrey asked in her listless voice.

“You want me to take more pictures of you?”

“No. I want to get everything I need.”

Aubrey turned to Jenna and their mouths met. What started out as a brush of their lips became a kiss, then something more—a fuck with Aubrey still clothed, Jenna still unpenetrated. Breasts touching breasts and sweat rubbing from one body onto another.

Jenna ceded the dominant role to Aubrey, she was so turned on and taken by such surprise. She opened her legs and let Aubrey press into her, grinding their pussies together just as their lips were crushed into one.

Peter couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t even think to take a picture. Distantly, he worried the flash would break whatever spell they were under. All he could do was watch, not even really aware of the painful pressure building up in his groin as his trunks became far too small for his burgeoning erection.

Jenna grabbed Aubrey’s ass and pulled them closer together, into a hotter fuck. They rammed their cunts together, clits burning as one, the mingled scent of their juices filling the air. They came that way, together, and then Aubrey was shoving Jenna to her knees, pulling her skirt up and over Jenna’s head in a clear sign that Jenna not going down on her wouldn’t be tolerated. And Jenna obediently pressed her hot lips to Aubrey’s slot.

“Yeah, suck my cunt,” Aubrey breathed, her eyes rapturous even as her voice was only slightly less than cool. “Bring me off. Get off on me coming; I don’t even have to fuck you. You’ll come just from what a horny bitch I let you be.”

Jenna thrust two fingers into Aubrey’s sex while kissing her clit desperately. “You’d better fuck me after I’m done.”

“Yes, yes…” Aubrey panted, before realizing herself, cold eyes dilating in a sheen of sweat. “I’ll think about it.”

“Feel these two fingers inside you? That’s how you fuck a woman,” Jenna instructed her condescendingly.

“Yeah, I feel them,” Aubrey sighed, unable to respond to Jenna’s insults while in the thrall of such pleasure. “Oh God, yes, they’re making me come! GOD! Making me fucking come!”

Peter sucked in air until he’d filled his lungs, while his eyes did the same for Aubrey’s incredible beauty. He’d been sated on Jenna, but seeing Aubrey so sexually raw unlocked a whole new hunger in him.

She looked like some delirious vision—a fever dream of sexuality—her taut, kinky body somehow perfectly counterpointed by her blank, domineering expression. Zealous eyes undoing the intimidation of her chill aura. He couldn’t help but see her as a challenge… wanting to fuck away her callous attitude and transform her into a receptive, willing lover.

Jenna pulled her head out from underneath Aubrey’s skirt, looking up at the older woman with the fixed stare of a Victorian doll. “Say you can’t wait to eat my pussy.”

“Jesus, eat me!”

“Say you wish you could taste my cunt right now.”

“Fuck!” Aubrey gasped, grabbing Jenna’s hair as if to force her back into place, but unable to go through with it, go against Jenna’s implacable stare. “I wish I could taste your cunt right now!” she gritted out.

“You wish you could get me off as hard as I make you come.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Aubrey demanded.

Jenna came to her feet. “I want to know you appreciate what a good cunt-lapper I am.”

“I appreciate that I’m the only head you’re getting, so quit fucking around and make me happy.”

“You’re never happy. And you’re not the only head around.” Turning on her heel, Jenna faced Peter with an ominous smile. “How’d you like to eat me out?”

Aubrey burst into laughter. “Okay,” she said, stifling her giggles. “We’ll do it your way. Peter, do you want to eat her out… or do you want to fuck me?”

Aubrey slid her panties down, taking them off but leaving them on her removing finger. Holding onto them as she pumped her hips, arched her back, throwing herself into a lewd bump and grind that became her holding the panties in her mouth as she stripped off her top and bra. Then she spat it at Peter, standing naked except for knee socks and saddle shoes.

Peter was so stunned by each unraveling moment of this that it was like Aubrey simply shrugged off a robe. Suddenly she was standing before him, even more naked than Jenna and equally beautiful, her clothes a billowy collection of abandoned propriety under her feet.

Aubrey wiggled her ass a bit, for both Peter and Jenna, then turned to face her female lover, even as she spoke to Peter. “I want you to fuck my brains out, Mr. P. I wanna come until I’m as brainless as Jenna here.”

She spoke so matter-of-factly that Peter could’ve believed she was being sarcastic, that this was all some smutty joke, if she weren’t before him, totally naked in obscene offering.

“No, screw me,” Jenna said, stepping up so that she was beside Aubrey, preening, her naked body now clearly on display to Peter. Given over for his usage. “I’m a way better fuck than her. Younger. Tighter. I’m still a virgin in a hole or two… wanna see if you can find out which?”

It was only his career as a photographer to some of the most beautiful, and least dressed, women in the world that kept Peter from drowning in his own drool. “Jesus Christ…”

Aubrey reached out and ran a stroking hand over his forearm, playing with the body hair there. Peter almost yanked his hand back. His thinking was one big traffic pile-up.

He wanted to fuck them, fuck both of them, but it seemed too good to be true—all a harbinger of some terrible trouble if he went through with it.

“I have a girlfriend,” he said weakly.

“Were you pretending we looked like her when you took all those pictures of us?” Jenna asked coolly.