Mary's Photo's

My name is Mary, I am writing this confession because I could never tell it to a soul. My shrink told me that I should write down anything which I couldn't tell. She claims just getting it out will help. I don't even know if I want help.

I am a married woman with two children. As a matter of fact this whole thing started when the youngest one married. It was two months ago on Saturday. Maybe it began a couple of weeks before that even.

Lois, his bride, had an appointment with her photographer. Her mother was supposed to attend the shoot, to help with the dress. Lois's mother had to work so Lois called me. I was more than happy to go along.

I had been feeling left out anyway. Most of the planning was being done by the bride and her family. I know that is as it should be, but I still felt nothing but loss. The brides mother, at least was busy enough to stall the inevitable feeling of loss caused by a child leaving home. Buddy was my youngest child so it was going to be even worse.

I would be alone with my husband in the too large house. Ed and I got along fine. That was the problem. We simply got along. There was no passion left in our marriage. Oh we still have sex but not the way it used to be. It is no more than a release these days.

Lois drove to the photographer's studio. I would have had no idea where to find it. We parked in a gravel lot beside the old retail building. There were three stores in the building. The corner store was occupied by a lady's dress shop. The center office by an insurance agency, the store beside the stairs was the photographer's studio. The stairs led up to three apartments, one of which belonged to the photographer.

Lois and I struggled from the car to the studio loaded down with the gown. Lois introduced me to the photographer when we entered. She then left us alone, while she returned to the car for her slip. The photographer said nothing to me, he simply stared at me. His eyes seemed to burn into my brain. I actually found my heart beating faster. My breathing became shallow and fast. I had the impression that the devil himself was staring into my soul.

Lois's return seemed to break the trance. I felt foolish as the photographer began to speak to Lois. His voice was calm and soothing. He actually seemed to have an interest in her welfare. He asked how her week was going. Of course he asked if she were nervous.

Lois admitted that she was a little. He told her to just try to relax. This would prove to be the least stressful of all her wedding events. He showed Lois and I to the dressing room, then he returned to the studio to set up his cameras. It took Lois and I about ten minutes to get her into the dress.

The shooting of the bridal portrait took less than thirty minutes. Every so often, the photographer would look my way. Each time I felt his stare burn into my skull. There was something evil in his look. I couldn't put a finger on it but he seemed to be communicating with me through that look. I had no idea what the communications meant, but I could feel something being planted in my brain. It was exciting, I must admit.

"That's it Lois. You can dress now," he said.

Lois and I went into the dressing room. "Lois, do you find your photographer disturbing."

"How do you mean?" she asked. She obviously had no idea.

"Nothing really, he just looks so dark and mysterious." I said trying to appear less concerned that I was.

"He is dark and good looking, in a dangerous sort of way. I will admit that. I found him compelling when Tod and I came to see his work. He sort of makes me feel all warm and comfortable. I think that is why Tod and I hired him. That and he is less expensive than most others."

"I guess that is what I meant. Sort of mysterious." I said.

"Remind me when we go outside, to have him show you his portrait collection. Not the ones he does for families but the ones he made for himself. They are fabulous."

"Really, I hope they aren't too daring for an old lady." I said with a worried look.

"Nothing like that. They are just somehow very sexy. Not dirty, just sexy as hell." Lois said.

"Mr. Ames, let me put this dress in the car, then I will return to pay you." Lois said.

I followed Lois to the car. I helped her pack the dress into the back seat. I then followed her back into the studio. "Mr. Ames, would you show Ruth your portrait collection?"

"Of course," he said as he moved to a wooden cabinet by the front door. He opened a long deep drawer from the cabinet. From the drawer, he removed a stack of prints. He carried them to his desk. He then returned to the cabinet for more of the prints. He made the trip three times. Finally he said, "Step over here Ruth. You can't see much from where you are standing."

I seemed to move like a sleep walker to the desk. I looked down on the stacks of photographs. The first shot I saw was a middle-aged woman standing against his backdrop. She was fully dressed. The only thing different about her was that her blouse was unbuttoned all the way. She looked as if she were in the process of removing it. Something about the picture made me stare at it. As I gazed deeply into the picture the woman's face suddenly became my face. I jumped back in surprise. When I looked upon the picture again, the face was of the model again. I was shaken.

"All you all right, Ruth? You look like you saw a ghost." Lois said.

I almost, told her what I had seen. I knew she would think me mad. "I'm fine dear. That picture just startled me for a moment. It really is quite good."

"Thank you ma'am, there are quite a few others. You look tired though. Why don't you come back later. You can see them all whenever you come again." With that he began replacing them into the cabinet.

I felt a sense of loss as he loaded them into the drawer. I almost asked him to let me look at the others. I knew that I wanted to see them, but I really wanted to see them alone.

"Ruth, you can come with me tomorrow to pick up my proofs." Lois said.

I both wanted to return to the studio and feared the return. I nodded my agreement to Lois. She and I departed. I was extremely happy that I was not the one who drove home. I was still badly shaken. I didn't tell anyone about the studio. When my husband asked, I told him everything went well.

Around lunch the next day, Lois called me at home. Her boss was sending her to Andrews that afternoon. She wouldn't return till after five. She had called the photographer. He planned to leave the studio at five.

"Ruth, I hate to ask, but could you go to the studio. I really would like to have my proofs tonight. "Mr. Ames said they would be ready after three." Lois asked.

"Sure honey," I answered without giving it a second thought. I gave it a lot more than a second thought during the next three hours. I worried about the trip. I didn't have any idea exactly why, but the memory of that picture continued to fill me with dread.

I arrived at the studio just after three. I entered to find Mr. Ames sitting at his desk. Before I could explain about Lois, he said, "It is good to see you Ruth. I have Lois's proofs right here." He said holding out a small envelope to me.

"Thank you," I said. I waited to see if he would mention the portraits again. He returned his attention to the papers on his desk. I stood frozen in my place.

He turned his gaze on me again. "Is there something else?" He asked.

I found myself asking to see the portraits again. The words came from my mouth and they were my words but it didn't sound like my voice.

"Of course," Ames said. He again walked to the cabinet. He made the same three trips as the night before. I walked toward his desk. He stepped back to allow me a better view.

The woman with the unbuttoned blouse was again on top of the stack. I fixed my stare on her again. I became lost in the picture, just as I had the night before. Slowly the face turned into my face. I gasped but didn't break my concentration on the picture. I watched as the woman in the picture became animated. She pulled the blouse open revealing my breasts. She dropped the blouse to the floor. I watched as she stepped back to reveal the lower part of my body. She removed my skirt, then my panty hose and panties in the same motion.

I saw myself standing naked, before I knew not who. I posed in several different seductive positions. I shook my head violently. The picture returned to a woman holding an unbuttoned blouse over her chest.

I turned to look up into the eyes of the photographer. They were burning into my soul. He never lost eye contact with me as he leaned over to remove the picture. Under it I saw another woman's picture. The woman in the second picture sat on a bar stool against the studio background. She sat with her legs crossed and in her hand was a zucchini.

I, again, became lost in the picture. Again as I watched, the face became my face. A millisecond after the face became mine, the background changed into a room full of men. Each man was turned watching me.

As the men watched, she licked the vegetable slowly. I felt a coolness against my own tongue. I could also hear the men's breathing. I could hear their comments. I heard voices from the crowd beg me to suck it. The woman in the picture took the thing into her mouth. Her eyes closed as she sucked it deep into her mouth. I felt a fullness in my mouth. I began to feel a slight pain in my jaws, as I watched as she worked the squash in and out of her mouth. I wanted to look away. I could not tear my eyes from the scene.

The voices began to beg the woman to open her legs. She responded by uncrossing her legs, then spreading them wide. She raised my skirt exposing her thighs, then her white panties. I felt the pressure building inside my own body as she removed her panties. The breathing in the room seemed to merge into one giant rasping sound.

I could feel my own body begin to moisten. I found that I was working my legs against each other to increase the sensations. Suddenly the woman in the picture, removed the green vegetable from her mouth. She lowered it, till it was between her spread legs. I watched as she moved it higher. I saw, then felt it touch her body, my body.

I tore my eyes away before the object entered us. I found that my breathing was fast yet shallow. I looked into the eyes of the photographer. "Please," I whimpered. I didn't know why I was begging.

Ames didn't say a word. He moved to cover the pictures on his desk. He sat down in his chair and ignored me. I regained my composure then rushed from the studio. I was a nervous wreck as I drove home.

When I arrived home, I found my husband working on our son's car. I moved quickly to him. I turned him to me, kissed him passionately, then tried to lead him to the bedroom. At first he tried to resist me. In the end he gave in to me. We made love for just a few minutes. I was so turned on that even the short session was enough for me to orgasm. It was the most glorious orgasm I had ever experienced.

Ed, being Ed, dressed immediately. He returned to working on Tod's car. This time I didn't mind. The images of me sitting in a room full of men kept running though my head. At home and in my own bed, I didn't feel threatened by them. I reveled in what had surely been the ending to the scene in my mind.

That night when Lois came for her proofs. I convinced her to allow me to return them to the photographer. "After all," I explained. "I haven't gotten much of a chance to help you in your wedding plans."

"Sure Ruth, it would help me a lot." Lois said.

She called me the next morning with the proof numbers. I wrote the order down carefully. It was before noon when I arrived at the studio. I opened the door and walked into the dimly lit space. The photographer wasn't anywhere to be seen.

I was disappointed till I noticed he hadn't returned the portraits to the cabinet. His desk was covered with them. It did not appear to have changed since my last visit. I walked slowly to the desk. The two pictures I had already seen had been moved. Presumably to the bottom of the stack.

The photograph on top was of a young black couple. I couldn't help but notice the look on the woman's face. Her eyes had a smokey glazed over look. She was obviously turned on. I locked my eyes on her till her face became my face. I watched myself sitting on the stool with a black man's arm about me. I suddenly began to feel what the woman felt. I could feel the young man\'92s hard penis pressing against my back.

I watched as the woman in the picture squirmed. I felt the hardness move against my back as she moved. Suddenly he moved his hand into the top of my low-cut dress. He was easily able to move his hand into the cups of my bra. I felt his cold rough fingers rub across my hard nipple. As he touched them, I felt the pressure much farther down my body.

I rested my head against his stomach as he stroked my nipple. The pressure built slowly in my gut. I watched as the me in the picture turned to the young black man. That me pulled him down to a passionate kiss. I felt his warm tongue inside my mouth. I felt the pressure move up another notch.

I watched as the other me moved her hand up to hold his hard penis. I felt my own hand curl around the invisible organ. As the me in the picture moved her hand up and down on the young black man, I did the same. I felt the long hardness of him. My breathing stopped as I felt his hips pump against my hand.

I watched as the other me reached for the zipper to his pants. I saw my own hand move in exactly the same motion. I felt the zipper move downward even as I watched the woman in the picture make the exact same motions. I felt my hand move as if reaching into his shorts trying to reach his penis.

I suddenly felt the warm touch of his penis. At the same time the heat began to rise in my body. I saw nothing but a red haze for a second then I felt my face pressed against the rough cloth of his slacks. I was no longer looking into the picture, I was the one with my hand wrapped around the black dick. I was the one struggling to release it from his tight pants. My eyes no longer saw the other me doing those things. I could see nothing more than the cloth of his pants. I could feel nothing except the smoothness of his dick in my hands.

I freed his large black dick from the underwear he wore. I leaned my head back so that I might see it. I had never seen a black dick before. I moved my hand up and down the shaft of it. I saw the clear glistening drop of fluid on the tip. I must have spent too much time staring at the black appendage, because the young man put his hand on my head. He forced me toward his dick.

I opened my mouth and allowed it to slide deep into the warm wet tunnel I created. I could feel the smoothness of the organ as it penetrated my virgin mouth. I had never done this before. Even though I had never done it, I knew what he wanted. I sucked it deep into my mouth then forced it out again with my tongue. I could feel the pressure building even higher in my gut as he fucked my face.

I had a huge orgasm as he tried to force his dick into my throat. I gagged but I also came. I moved my head with his strokes so as not to gag again. I could feel the pressure grow in both his movements and my guts. I came again as I felt my mouth fill with his warm cum. I swallowed fast and long but could not contain it all. I felt it drip from my chin.

For the first time I heard a voice. It was the voice of the young black man, "You a good cocksucker, for an old white woman." The words broke the spell. I felt a kind of movement then I was again looking down at the young black couple with heat in their eyes. I was confused. I ran my hand across my chin and found it to be covered with a sticky white liquid. I knew that it was cum from the black man.

I stood there with my panties soaking wet. I wanted to run away but I still had to deliver the order. I spoke for the first time. "Mr. Ames," I shouted. "Is anyone here?" No answer came from the empty studio. I wanted to leave the order on his desk, I was afraid he wouldn't find it. He had cautioned us both that the order had to be in today in order to have the portrait ready by the wedding date.

I carefully moved the top picture aside. I didn't want to look at another one but I was compelled to do so. This one was a picture of a grown woman with her arm lovingly around a German shepherd dog. I tried to move on to another picture since this one sent a shiver down my spine. I could not bring myself to either remove it or move my gaze from it.

Again the face in the photograph changed to my face. The me in the picture began to stroke the dogs fur. I could feel the softness of it against my own cheek. I could feel the softness of the animal's fur run over my hands as the me in the picture made the same motions. I of course was stroking air.

The me in the picture moved slightly. I saw my double move her hand under the sitting dog. I saw her hand begin stroking the animals penis. As the other me stroked it, I could feel an incredible heat in my hand. I noticed the contented look on the me inside the picture.

The me in the picture was wearing a heavy sweater and skirt outfit. She moved onto her hands and knees before the dog. The poor animal had his dick protruding far outside it's protective cover. The me in the picture had primed it for use.

The me in the picture pulled her skirt up over her naked butt. She was careful to fold it so as to cover her back. The animal began walking up onto her back. I could feel the pressure on my own back. Suddenly as before I felt an incredible heat as I was transported inside the photograph. I moaned as I felt the dogs weight on my pack. My arms were supporting not only my own weight but also his.

I felt his burning dick stab at me. He missed on every attempt. He began to growl and act aggressive. I knew what I must do. I forced one arm to carry all the weight. With the other I reached between my legs. I found his dick easily. I guided him into my pussy.

The heat from his dick was incredible. He pumped at me with a completely different rhythm than any man ever had. He stroked me faster, the heat of his dick burned into my pussy like a poker. I felt it swell to even larger proportions. I came twice before he flooded me with his super heated cum.

He tried to remove himself but could not. I noted for the first time that he had a swollen bulge in his dick. It would not pass over my pelvic bone. He whined and tried to force himself off me. I willed myself to relax. Finally either the swelling of his dick went down or the tension in my muscles subsided because he was able to remove himself from me. I came again as he removed his dick from my pussy. I was a quivering mess when the red fog surrounded me again.

"Ruth," the voice said. "Is there something I can do for you?" the photographer asked.

I found myself looking down at the photograph. I could feel his cum running down my leg. I knew that I had not been imagining any of it. "Here," I mumbled. As i forced the picture order into his hand. I turned, then ran from the studio and out to my car.

I sat in the car a long time breathing deeply. I felt the slippery cum between my thighs. I could smell the odor of it as it seeped from my pussy. I knew, I wasn't losing my mind. I had actually just been fucked by a German shepherd. I had also sucked off a black man. I didn't know what was going on. I wanted to tell someone, but I knew no one would believe me.

I decided the best I could do was to forget it. Needless to say. I vowed never to return to the photographer's studio. I drove home with the warm feeling in my bowels. I couldn't help the way my body felt. I knew it was wrong, but I reveled in the feeling. Since it would never happen again there was no harm in enjoying the sensations while they lasted.

I could still feel the dog\'92s dick inside me. I could even taste the cum of the young black man. I came again just from the memories. Later that evening, I tried to get the experiences out of my mind. I could not. The harder I tried, the more vivid the memories. It got to the point that I could actually feel both the black man in my mouth and the dog in my pussy at the same time.

I slept restlessly that night. I repeated the events of the studio, over and over in my dreams. By morning, I was at least as tired as the night before. I was also soaked in my own cum. I took a long shower. I just could not shake the feelings. I tried everything to forget the day before.

I could hardly wait to return to the studio. I parked in the lot across the street. From that angle, I could watch the front door. I waited about an hour before Ames left the studio. He left around eleven with a cardboard box filled with smaller boxes. I had no idea of their significance, if any.. I noted that he left his door unlocked. I waited until he drove off.

I quickly walked across the street and into the studio. His desk was clean. I rushed to the cabinet. The drawer was easy to open. Inside it I found stacks of photographs. I picked up a stack of about twenty. I ran quickly from the studio. Once inside my car, I drove home with my nerves twitching with every move.

I am no thief. If the pictures had been on his desk like the last time, I would have simply looked at them. Taking the pictures had been a spur of the moment decision. I regretted it from the start. I just couldn't help myself. I needed to see more of them.

I locked myself inside my house, then inside my room, then inside the master bathroom, before I opened the folder. I opened the folder so that the pictures were face down. I counted them. I had exactly ten shots.

I turned them over. The first picture was of a white woman holding a black baby to her breast. I felt a burning on my breast. I could feel the baby biting me with it's toothless mouth. I tore open my blouse and then removed my bra. I watched as my nipple moved up and down with the sucking motion of the baby in the picture.

The red fog came over me. When it cleared from my brain, I was sitting in a rocking chair holding the small black baby against my breast. I could feel him sucking my tit. It was a wonderful erotic feeling not like nursing but like foreplay.

The baby was naked. I suddenly noticed that, unlike any baby I had ever seen, he began getting an erection. I watched in fascinated horror as the little fellows penis began to grow at an alarming rate. I could feel it slither along my stomach. it grew so large that it pushed against the same breast where it's mouth sucked eagerly at my tit.

The little fellow pulled away from my breast and I saw his face for the first time. It was not the face of an infant but rather a miniature man's face. "I sucked you, now you suck me." the little man said.\tab

I didn't know what to say. It didn't matter since he began to crawl up my body. I watched him fascinated as he pushed the head of his dick toward my lips. I opened my mouth to allow it inside. He actually walked up my chest forcing his dick into my mouth. He leaned forward till he was spread across my face. It was a strange sensation to feel his little body across my face but have that large dick in my mouth. His small head lay atop my own. He was riding on my face.

I heard his little voice in my ear. "Come on bitch, suck it faster." then a moment later. "Come on whore take it deeper."

I actually tried to take his dick deeper into my mouth. I gagged slightly. "Yeah baby take it in your throat. Make me cum whore."

Whatever he said it must have worked. I came a couple of times before I felt his little body tense. I couldn't breath as he rammed his dick into my throat. I began to get frightened but I need not have worried. He removed his dick and I erupted into an orgasm greater than any I had known so far. That made it a real gut buster since each orgasm I had with the pictures was greater than the last. I slumped on the toilet seat.

"Not so fast bitch," the little voice said. "I plan to cum at least a couple of more times. Don't tell me I wore your ass out already."

"That little thing of yours could never wear me out. And stop calling me names." I said.

"Hey slut, I call them like I see them. Pick me up and carry me into the bedroom." he demanded.

"Why should I?" I asked.

"Because whore you only get one shot at each picture. I want to fuck you at least once before you leave. Now if you want to get that cunt of yours lubed you better do as I say."

I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom. I wanted to feel him inside me even if he did upset me with his language. I placed him carefully on the bed.

"Now lay down on you stomach. Put a couple of pillows under your pussy." I followed his orders. He got on his knees behind me. I could feel his dick press against my cunt lips. I was so wet that he slid easily into me. I felt a fullness beyond any that his small dick could have managed. I moaned.

"I should have told you that my dick filled what ever space it is in. It kind of grows like a dry sponge in water." I couldn't speak. It felt like a fourteen inch dick inside me. He didn't thrust because he was so small. I felt his footsteps as he walked back and forth alternately dragging his dick out of me, then walking it back into me. This created a very slow action. It also caused the pressure in my gut to climb even higher than before.

Not only could I feel his dick move slowly inside me, I also felt it stroke my bladder. I could feel it rubbing against most of my organs. I felt his dick stiffen even more as he prepared to cum inside me.

When his hot cum spurted inside my burning cunt, I became lost in something that was even more than an orgasm. My body convulsed and my brain seemed to reach a new plateau. I felt a warm liquid wash over me. At first I thought it was his cum flooding my cunt to overflowing.

I finally realized that it was a combination of his cum, my cum, and urine. I had wet the bed just like a child would. Fortunately it was only a small amount. When I recovered my breath the little man was gone. I quickly changed the bed. The mattress fortunately had a rubberized fabric which prevented the moisture from penetrating into the foam.

I put all the bed clothes into the wash before returning to the bathroom where the folder lay on the floor. I closed it carefully so as not to see any of the other pictures. I hid the folder inside my underwear drawer.

I stayed away from the pictures for the rest of the evening. I made dinner for my husband then watched tv with him. We went to bed at ten that night. I think he wanted to make love but I turned toward the wall instead. We had after all done it only the day before. I of course had done it several times today.

I sent my husband off to work the next day with a lunch pail and a warm kiss. I don't know if he realized how long it had been since I kissed him goodbye. I guess the pictures and their strange effect on me had made me a more sexual person.

I drank two more cups of coffee and tried to get my mind off the pictures. I wasn't having much luck. It was well before noon when I climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I locked the door before I removed the folder from the drawer.

The picture I had seen yesterday had no effect on me. The little man had warned me that it wouldn't. I moved it to the bottom of the stack. The picture that was revealed was of two women. They apparently were sisters. At least they had a similarity of looks. One looked a lot sexier than the other.

The sexier looking woman became me. She moved suddenly to kiss the other woman. The woman tried to resist her. The other me followed the woman's mouth with her kiss. I felt the red haze come over me again. When it cleared I had my lips pressed against the resisting woman.

The woman broke the kiss, but I held her in a strong hug. "Please baby," I heard myself beg. "Please let me kiss you. I only want you to feel how much I love you." I stroked her back as I begged her. "Just let me kiss you once. If you don't like it, I will stop." It was hard for me to believe the words were coming from my mouth.

I turned so that my face was directly in front of her. "Let me kiss you baby, I love you." {\plain I whispered as I moved my mouth toward her. She tried to turn but I took her head in my hands. I held her while I kissed her deeply. My tongue moved so far into her mouth that it hurt even me.

At first she didn't respond at all, then she slowly warmed up to it. I kissed her while moving my tongue inside her mouth. I felt her begin to suck on my tongue as I worked it in and out of her mouth.

I gently disengaged our mouths. I turned her around so that her back was to me. My arms moved to encircle her. One hand covered each of her soft heavy breasts. I bent my head to kiss her neck. I massaged her breast and kissed her neck till she gasped for air.

I removed my right hand from her left tit. With it I unbuttoned her blouse, my hand wandered to her bra. The bra was hardly more than a thin piece of lace. My hand moved inside it to touch her naked nipple. She gasped then sighed as I began to rub it.

She made her first move toward the inevitable when she reached inside her open blouse to unhook her bra. The bra fell open spilling out her heavy breasts into my waiting hands. I rubbed them while I kissed her neck. She sighed deeply a few times while forcing her ass against my pelvis. She rotated her ass against me several times. The movement tended to cause a slight stir in my clitoris. That stir made me gasp.

The woman turned to face me. She put her hands on the sides of my head. Then she pulled me to her right breast. I took it into my mouth and sucked gently on her nipple. I even massaged the left breast while I sucked on the right one. I could feel her tremble as she forced her hips against mine.

She lifted my head, then kissed me with as much passion as I had kissed her. Her tongue shot into my mouth. I felt my thighs become slippery with the moisture which leaked from my pussy. I heard her sweet young voice in my ear. "Help me baby, I don't know what to do."

I moved her to the bed. I pushed her gently till she was prone upon it. I pulled her shirt open and then her bra. Her breast were flat against her chest. I moved to lie beside her. I placed one hand on her left breast then buried my face against the right one. I sucked on one and massaged the other till her breathing was no more than one gasp after another.

I removed my hand from her breast. It drifted down across her belly, then even lower. I felt it move under the waist band of her tight jeans. I couldn't get it inside the jeans they were too tight. I felt her hand descend on my own. At first I thought she meant to stop me. Instead she unbuttoned the top of her jeans. She also moved the zipper down making my movements easier.

I continued down her naked belly till I reached her bikini briefs. I traced the leg opening till it reached a spot beside her clit. I lifted the elastic out of my way. My finger moved to the cleft which held her clitoris. She began to orgasm with my first touch. She jerked her hips off the bed in a steady beat. Each movement squeezed small amount of moisture from her cunt.

When I moved my hand between her legs I could feel the slippery fluid inside her thighs. She spread her legs wide giving me easy access to her leaking cunt. I moved first one finger inside her. She moved her hips against it gently. I added a second finger while moving them both in and out of her. She reacted stronger to the second finger.

I fucked her with the two fingers till I was sure she had cum at least once. I then added a third finger. I moved it inside her. She responded by moving her hips even faster. I could feel that her cunt wasn't really full yet. I curled my whole hand, then began working her cunt with it. I was able to get the fingers inside her up to the knuckles. She moaned deeply as I tried to work my hand completely inside her. The moan wasn't in pain it was a frustrated sound.

She bent her head so that she was whispering against my ear. "That is so good baby but please put something on your hand. I want it all inside me but it just won't go."

I removed my hand from her gently. She gasped at the emptiness of her cunt. I found the jelly my husband sometimes used when I wouldn't lube fast enough. I smeared it on my knuckles thickly. I again inserted my fingers into her cunt. I also took her nipple into my mouth. I began to fuck her slowly with my hand. I was soon able to get most of my hand into her cunt. I still couldn't quite get my knuckles into her cunt.

She whispered into my ear again. "Open your hand slowly while you fuck me." she said. I realized what she wanted. She wanted me to spread her pubic bone. I worked her cunt with my hand wider and wider. She grunted and moaned but never asked me to stop.

It took a while but I was finally able to slip my knuckles inside her cunt. I had my hand buried to the wrist in her cunt. I couldn't move it, she was just too tight. She on the other hand was able to work her cunt around my hand. I felt pain as she clamped down on my hand.

She put her hands to my head again. This time she forced my face down to her cunt. I spread her envelope with my tongue. Once free of the cover her clit stood erect. It would almost have cleared the lips which protected it on it's own.

I sucked her clit into my mouth. I sucked it as I had the black man's dick. She jerked and came several times. As she came, I moved my hand to my clit. I rubbed it furiously while I came again and again. I thought for a while she would break my hand. I waited for her to relax before I removed my hand from her. I had to work it while she cried. Evidently without the excitement it was just painful.

The red fog descended over me. I stood staring at the photograph. I would have wondered what if anything had occurred had it not been for my hand covered with lubricant. The orgasm I had was not gigantic but it was somehow even more satisfying. I had eaten another woman\'92s pussy and had even fucked her with my hand. It was a satisfying feeling.

I changed into dry panties, then went down to lunch. I spent almost an hour over lunch. I tried to sort out my feelings but had no success. The only thing I was sure of was that I wanted to see more of the photographs. After lunch, I again locked myself in my room.

The next photograph was of a woman in a bikini. She was leaning suggestively against a bar stool. I watched as she became me yet again. She looked at the camera then bent over the stool. She pulled her bikini down revealing her ass.

A man I had never seen before walked over to the stool. He stood not at her ass but at her face. She reached up, then unzipped his pants. When she touched his dick, the fog descended on me again. I had his dick in my hand. I worked it from his pants. It took only a few strokes to get it hard. I pulled him forward by his dick. I pulled it into my mouth. I felt the velvet smoothness of his warm dick as it moved across my tongue. I became lost in the feeling. I failed to notice a second man come into the picture. He walked up to my ass, spread my legs then inserted his dick into my wet slippery cunt. I felt the fullness force it's way deeper into my cunt as the dick in my mouth ignited the fire inside me.

I was filled with dicks on each end. I lost myself in the feeling. It was the most erotic feeling I had ever felt. I began to cum as I gobble faster on the dick in my mouth. The one in my pussy stroked me hard and deep. I was overcome by wave after wave of orgasm. I began to babble as the two of them stroked me. I felt the one in my mouth cum first. I swallowed hard and I thought, "Get it all, you slut." Then the one in my pussy shot his load deep inside me. I was still on fire.

The one in my mouth pulled his dick free. The one in my cunt did likewise. "Please don't stop," I begged. "Please fuck me some more. Please I will do anything you want, just fuck me some more please." I was begging like the slut I had become.

"I will fuck you," the voice belonged to my husband. "But I will only fuck you in the ass."

"Not in the ass, Please not in the ass." I begged.

"Then I won't fuck you at all. You decide whore. It is either in the ass or not at all." he said cruelly.

I could hardly stand. My knees were weak from the thought of taking it up the ass. "Please I want you to fuck me honey. Just please not in the ass." I watched as he turned to leave. "Don't go!" I shouted. "Okay! you can fuck me in the ass, just please by gently and for god's sake hurry."

He walked behind me. He squirted something thick and gooey into my asshole. Then I felt him place the head of his dick against my poor asshole. He used his hand to work it into my ass. At first it was painful, then it was uncomfortable but by the time he began to gently stoke me it was just plain wonderful. I began at the same place I ended before. I felt the pressure build in both of us. Soon I felt him tremble. I had already cum so many times that I was surprised when I came from the feel of his sperm in my ass. I shot the grand daddy of all loads. When my breathing returned to normal, I felt the red cloud descend on me.

When it cleared, I stood looking at the picture of a woman in a bikini leaning against a stool. I put it back into the folder then took a long shower. If this kept up laundry was going to be hell. I dressed myself in dry panties and a clean pair of shorts.

I managed to get through a night with my husband. I even managed not to show my impatience for him to leave. The next morning I was happy to see him leave for work. I wanted to return to the pictures.

The next picture was of a man. I almost passed over it. Something held me riveted to it. I watched as the face turned into a version of my own. It was still the face of a man but it was somehow my face. The camera zoomed back and I watched as the man who was me, unzipped his pants then removed a long thick dick from his pants. He stroked it a few times till it was really hard.

Suddenly there was a woman in his arms. The red cloud descended so that the woman was in my arms. She fought against me but I was much stronger. "What are you doing she asked."

"I'm trying to fuck you, what does it look like?" I asked with a rough laugh.

"Please, I don't want this. Please don't do this." She begged.

I slapped her hard. "Just keep on fighting, I like it when they fight." She continued to struggle. I finally tired of the game. I ripped her blouse off her body. He tried to run. I grasped her by the bra. I tore at it till it parted in my hand. She tried to break away. I grabbed her by the tits. I squeezed hard.

She yipped then stop trying to run. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. She struggled. I broke the kiss, then before she could move I held her by the jeans. I unbuttoned them as she fought against me. I finally got her jeans loose. She tried to escape again. I held onto the jeans. She fell onto the floor. I pulled the jeans from her hips. I got them only as far as her ankles. They became tangled and couldn't be pulled down any farther.

I forced her onto her belly. She tried to slither away like a snake. I reached around her waist and pulled her to her knees. She tried to crawl away on her hands and knees like a child. I held her by her hips. I pulled her back against my hard dick. At first it wouldn't go into her. I kept trying till I got the angle right. My dick slipped easily into her cunt. This chick was no virgin. She fought me, but it just made her cunt feel better. The muscles inside her danced as though she were in a constant state of orgasm.

I doubt that she ever got into the feeling but she did tire. I was able to push and pull her on my dick. I felt the pressure move from my balls to the base of my dick. I fought to hold on to the feeling as long as possible. In the end the cum poured from my dick in spurts that were positively painful. So this is what it is like for a man. I had of course often wondered.

I released the woman. She fell forward onto her stomach. I considered fucking her in the ass but I couldn't. Unlike a woman it would be some time before I could do it again. The fog descended on me again. I found myself looking at the picture of a man who looked nothing like me at all.

I showered again. With the clean dry panties in place, I went down to fix myself some lunch. I returned a couple of hours later. I had time for one more picture before Ed was due back from work.

I locked myself into the room yet again. This time when I opened the folder the picture was of Ames the photographer. His eyes bore holes into my brain. I suddenly felt myself being lifted off the toilet. There was absolutely no one in the room. I was pulled along toward the bed. When I had been dragged to the side of the bed I heard the voice of the photographer.

"Get you ass on that bed whore. You are about to be fucked by a real man."

I resisted. I felt strong arms throw me on the bed. I tried to rise but I felt myself being tied to the bed. The ropes were panty hose from my own drawer. I watched as some invisible hand tied knots that held me outstretched. My clothes were ripped from my body. I found myself on the bed atop my torn clothes.

First I felt a tickling of my nipples then they were engulfed in a warm wet feeling. I could see them rise and fall as something invisible sucked on them. Then without any warning my hips rose into the air. I could feel the hands pulling them up.

I felt something press against the lips of my cunt. "That is right whore, I am about to enter you worthless cunt. I want to see what, if anything you have learned." I felt something large penetrate my cunt. It spread it so wide that it hurt. I felt it move deeper inside me. The thing hurt as it burned it's way into me. I screamed but not a sound came out of my mouth. The pain of the dick being forced into me was awful. It hurt so bad that I came from the pain. I would never have believed it possible. I began to feel his dick burn it's way in and out of my cunt. I felt his weight on me as he pressed against me.

I of course was a bundle of nerve ending. He fucked me way past the point of reason. I was a babbling idiot by the time I felt the white hot cum spurt into my cunt. "Not bad whore. We need to talk. I plan to fuck you anytime I want. You better learn to take it silently. You wouldn't want people to think you are crazy would you? Believe me when I say anytime, I mean just that. It will make your life more interesting.

I immediately felt a weight on my chest. A hand seemed to lift my head painfully by the hair. My head bent forward onto my chest. I felt the smoothness of a dick against my lips. There was of course nothing at all to be seen. I opened my mouth and the invader moved deep into my mouth. The invisible dick moved in and out of my mouth for a long time. I began to have a pain in my jaws from the stretching. Suddenly my mouth filled with cum. I don't know if it was invisible since I swallowed it all but it was hot and musky. I felt the weight lift off my chest. The knots that held the panty hose silently opened. I felt the presence had left the room.

I replaced the folder in my drawer. Even though there were several pictures left, I considered destroying it. I heard a voice in my head say. "Do not dare to destroy my work you whore. You are to serve me from this day on." To prove his point, he forced me to my knees. I half expected his dick to slide into my mouth. It didn't and I'm not sure that I wasn't disappointed.

That evening after dinner I went into the bathroom. While I sat on the toilet, I felt something press against my lips. I opened my mouth only to have it filled with a dick. I felt the warm smooth dick slide across my tongue. I held it tight as it moved in and out of my mouth. I felt it grow slightly as it shot a small load into my throat. A moment later it was gone. I waited a minute to make sure nothing else would happen.\tab Later that night my husband wanted to fuck me. I got to my knees to allow him better entry. He was in me and fucking my cunt when I felt a dick against my lips yet again. I opened my mouth and accepted it. I was being fucked by my husband from the rear and an invisible dick in my mouth. I gagged as the dick in my mouth erupted. My husband didn't seem to notice. I was in a constant state of orgasm as he came. I collapsed onto the bed.

"God Ruth that was great. I never felt your muscles move like that before. It was great." Ed said.

Later that night, while Ed slept beside me the thing came again. This time he wouldn't let me get out of bed. He fucked me as I lay beside my husband. I almost choked on the moans that I couldn't allow to pass my lips. I also came so hard that I had to change my panties yet again.

Ed and I sat down to dinner the next evening. While we ate, I felt a hand reach under my skirt. My panties were moved aside and something smaller than a dick was inserted into my cunt. The thing worked itself in and out for a while then moved to my clit. It stroked me to several orgasms.

It whispered in my ear, "Come to the bathroom now. You need to suck my dick, whore." I stood told Ed I had to use the bathroom then walked quickly to the downstairs bath. I sat on the toilet and took the dick into my mouth. I sucked it while I masturbated myself.

The visits continued for the next week. At least twice a day I was visited by whatever it was. It had been thrilling for a while but after a week it started to wear thin. I expected it to at least slow down but it didn't. I became afraid to be alone. I surrounded myself with people. I ignored the demanding voice when in the presence of other.

The first time I ignored the voice, nothing happened for a while. I made the mistake of going to the bathroom. The thing forced me across the bathroom sink. He fucked me from the rear. He fucked me so hard that it hurt but the pain didn't stop me from cuming. I had to mop the floor with a wash cloth, I had cum so hard. I found out from that experience that ignoring the voice had some pretty heavy consequences.

I ignored it several more times and the result was the same. I bit his dick one time and got my arm almost broken. I never did anything except follow orders after that. Two weeks passed since my introduction to the pictures. It was the day of my son's wedding. I watched the photographer closely. He pretended that nothing whatsoever was happening.

After the wedding and the reception I followed him into the now empty church. I followed him into the balcony where he began packing his cameras. I waited quietly while he packed everything away.

"Yes Ruth, what exactly is it that I can do for you?" He asked.

"I want out." I said flatly.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand. What exactly is it that you want out of." he asked.

"You know damned well what I want out of. I want the visits to stop. I have your pictures in my pocketbook." I opened the bag then held the folder out to him.

"Have you viewed them all?" he asked.

"No, only about half of them."

"Then you need to view them all. After you have looked at them all, then you can return them to me." he said.

"Will it end then?" I asked.

"It will not end till then." he said.

"But will it end after I have looked at the other pictures."

"No there will be one more thing that you must do to stop the visits. I will explain it after you have viewed the last of the prints. Ask me at that time and I will explain it to you."

"Can I view all the pictures at once? I want this to end soon." I asked.

"Sure but no one has ever done that and lived. I think three is the record for viewing."

I wasn't really alone again till Monday. My husband left for work at seven a.m. I locked myself in my bedroom ten minutes later. I opened the folder and quickly laid out two of the pictures. The first was a woman surrounded by three men. Each of the men wore a tuxedo. It may have been a wedding picture or the publicity shot for a play. It didn't matter I became the woman in the picture. It took only seconds till I was lying on top of a man who's dick was inside my cunt. I had a man on top of us both with his dick in my ass. The third one of course had his dick in my mouth.

If they had all used the same rhythm, it might have been less erotic. They did not. I had the one in my mouth moving in and out at a totally different pace from the ones in my ass and cunt. When they all came, the men disappeared. The other picture fell to the floor in front of my eyes.

The picture was a woman holding a large salami. I felt the thing appear from no where. I had an overwhelming urge to force the thing inside me. I spread my legs as much as possible then tried to work it inside me. It of course wouldn't go, but I continued working till I felt my pubic bone move. The pain was great but so was the orgasm when I finally was able to work it inside my cunt.

The last three pictures were simply variations of the same things I had done. I was forced to fuck a whole basketball team one right after another. I can't say that I didn't enjoy the pictures.

I was on the toilet late that night. I suddenly smelled the unpleasant scent that accompanied every visit, I had previously been forced to endure. Suddenly I felt my mouth being pried open. When I opened my mouth to him the thing began to fuck my mouth. I cried as I came while emptying my bowels. It was a totally humiliating and wonderful experience.

The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. "If you truly want to end this experience, have your husband fuck you on the church alter. Nothing else will end this."

I wasn't sure I had heard right but that night I dreamed about being fucked on the church alter. It was so vivid and the man whose dick was in my cunt was none other than my husband. I knew it was indeed what the voice required.

I suffered the day and night visits of my invisible lover for another two weeks. My turn to clean the church came two weeks after the last photo viewing. I explained to my husband that I didn't want to drive because of a headache. He agreed to take me to the church then pick me up a few hours later.

When he came to pick me up I got him inside the sanctuary. I kissed him passionately till his dick was hard. I fell to my knees and took his dick into my mouth. I sucked it till I had him almost crazy with lust. I had never done it before.

I pulled him toward the raised area in front of the church. I sucked his dick again just to renew any lost passions. I fell on my hands and knees, reached back and lifted my skirt. I felt his dick press against the lips of my cunt. He began to fuck me with wild abandon. I was not at all surprised to find the invisible dick in my mouth. I sucked and was fucked till I came several times. Once my husband came in my cunt the dick in my mouth disappeared. The nightmare had ended.

The pictures were like a drug, I had withdrawal just like any other addict. It took a couple of months but I finally began to relax even without the constant orgasms. Life became boring again.