The story contains no sexual thoughts or activity in people less than 18 years old.
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As a teenager, I enjoyed the good life: My family was well-to-do, and I got whatever I wanted, from the latest phone to the newest video game, from the most expensive face cream to an outrageous hair color. God blessed me with pretty face and enviable body, and boys went gaga over me. Of course, all that got into my head, and I became spoiled and even snobbish. In my senior year in high school, I had a bunch of male admirers but only a single girlfriend, and even she befriended me with the hope I'd help her find a boyfriend.
At 19, I began my college years. Like before, I had many male suitors. I chose to date the quarterback of the football team, Mark. He was 6'2", 187 pounds, handsome, athletic, and... naughty. Exactly the type I liked. Together we went to movies, parties, and bars. On several weekends, we even found time to take short trips in the Midwest.
Our initial date was in a bar downtown. We both drank too much and went dancing. I became wobbly, and Mark held me tight in his strong arms. I felt good and safe and leaned on his broad chest. He led me on the floor, and during the dance, I felt his palm trailing my body and fondling my covered breast.
I mumbled, "Mark, we are in a bar full of people. Please don't do it."
He blurted, "You are right, Moira. Let's leave the place."
He drove me to a secluded place, kissed me, and seconds later, his hands were all over me. I was lightheaded, but not to the level I could not resist if I really wanted to. I liked his masculine smell, the persisting lips, and his strong hands, and cooperated fully. Mark and I got to the back seat, and I started unzipping his pants even before my tits were exposed. The guy fucked me silly for over half an hour. I couldn't remember any details except that I came and came nonstop for a long time. It was raw and a pure bliss. That night, I was lucky not to get pregnant. The following day I saw a gynecologist who prescribed me birth control pills.
In the year that followed, Mark's mind was focused on football and me, and much less on his studies. I couldn't blame him; I was the same: My classes took a second seat to spending endless hours with Mark. Our sex evolved fast: Within the first month we were doing it doggy-style, cowgirl, and titfucking. Yes, my D cup boobs were perfect for the job. At that time, his favorite act started by giving me oral, and making me cum, followed by titfucking me and ejaculating down my throat. I liked it too because Mark's cunnilingus was excellent, and I loved watching his face while swallowing his tangy whitish slime.
In the second month, Mark hinted he wished to conquer my backside as well. Knowing his erect penis was above average in length and girth, I was reluctant. But he persuaded me he'd be careful and apply a lot of lube. So one evening, making me horny during a prolonged doggy style sex, he used my abundant juices to penetrate my anus, first with his fingers and than with his raging cock. Initially it DID hurt, but less than I was scared it would, and soon a pleasurable sensation flooded my brain, causing me to forget the pain. With him also kneading my nipples and nudging my clitoris, I reached a high I had never experienced before. Since that time, anal sex became an integral part on our insatiable menu.
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One day, I found an envelope with scenery pictures in Mark's room. I inspected and liked them. It turned out he had a point-and-shoot camera, and he used to take photos with it before shifting his focus to football. I urged him to take it with us on our next travel, which was to Hot Springs National Park.
On a Friday afternoon, we boarded a nonstop flight from Chicago to Little Rock, Arkansas. About 2 hours later we landed. Mark rented a car, and after less than an hour, we reached our destination, The Gable Inn. The room was wonderful. After dinner at a nearby restaurant, we watched TV and went to sleep.
The following morning, I woke up at 7 am. It was a beautiful, sunny day. I drank coffee. The lazy bum was still with his eyes closed by the time I finished the coffee. I dressed up and went to the lobby. I liked the place. I returned 20 minutes later and saw Mark shaving. I smiled, "Thank you, honey; now when you kiss me, it will be less ticklish and more fun."
After a savory breakfast at the hotel, we were on our way to the park. I reminded Mark to bring water and his camera. First we climbed the Mountain Tower. The panorama was fantastic. Mark took a few pictures and then asked me to pose with the impressive sight in the background. We checked the photos on the small screen, and Mark commented, "Moira, you are very photogenic."
I grinned, "The pictures wouldn't come out good if you weren't a good photographer."
After the tower, we followed several trails. At some points, Mark continued shooting, now and then convincing me to appear in the pictures. Then we arrived at a secluded spot with a nice view. Mark smiled mischievously, "I am shooting nature. I think it will be appropriate if you get rid of your clothes and become part of nature."
We looked around and saw nobody. I undressed, and Mark shot my photos in poses he chose. The cool air on my skin hardened my nipples. The naughtiness of being naked in public made me horny, and soon I assumed erotic poses without his help. I noticed the longer I was in the nude, the more prominent became the bulge in his pants. I cupped my round tits, pinched my nipples, spread my legs, opened my lips and sucked on my thumb. After 10 minutes, Mark left the camera on the ground, lowered his pants, and fucked me doggy style while I leaned on a rock. By the time he ejaculated, I was on my 3rd orgasm... From there we strolled toward Hot Water Cascade. We touched the spring water, it was really hot. Mark convinced me to have more photos there, and when we were alone, I posed topless, realizing too late that a couple of young guys were approaching. They saw me, smiled, and one of them winked at me and said, "Lady, don't let us interrupt your photo shoot." I grinned, put on my blouse, and we continued to the bathhouse to experience the mineral whirlpool for 20 minutes. We liked it. We arrived back at our hotel in the afternoon.
As I showered, Mark began checking the photos he took. He deleted some, and when I exited the bathroom, he displayed for me the ones he spared. The guy did an excellent job. The scenery pictures were nice, but the ones of me posing topless or nude were gorgeous! You may think I was biased, but he captured my 'fuck-me' face perfectly. His close-ups of my big tits with the stiff nipples deserved a medal... On the second day in the park, we drove and walked to multiple recommended overlooks. I liked the fresh air and the leisurely walk, while Mark found every opportunity to make me undress and take more photos in sensual poses. I did it voluntarily, noticing him admiring my voluptuous body and getting erect at each stop, as if we hadn't had sex in a month...
Sunday evening, we flew back home.
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Since that trip, like before, Mark and I continued enjoying our time together, except for one thing: Mark became obsessed with taking my pictures in skimpy clothes, lingerie, and/or naked at least once a week. I liked the attention and realized by teasing him with erotic poses, I could entice him for satisfying sex whenever I felt like it. The result: Both of us enjoyed the pictures and the sex.
We got married about a year after our first date. Our guests included relatives, friends, students, and his football team. With the help of my parents, we rented a small house near the campus. Our son, Vernon, was born 2 years into our marriage. By then I was finishing my senior year in college, and Mark, who was older than me by 2 years, became an assistant football coach in the same college. His salary was barely enough to cover our modest necessities. Again, my parents pitched in and helped us financially.
Until Vernon's 4th birthday, I stayed at home and cared for him. Then he started going to kindergarten, and I found a part time job as a secretary in a factory not far away from our house. As expected, these first years were busier, but we still managed to find time to take short trips in the state, having our neighbor keeping an eye on our toddler. During these trips, we rekindled our love of strolling in parks and... taking cloth-less photos.
For several years, Mark's boss at his football team didn't offer him a promotion or a raise in his salary. Mark was upset and looked elsewhere. However, with no formal training or exceptional results on the football field, he got no serious offers. He became frustrated and depressed.
