A Taste Of It

by Karla Francis

  "It's rather a shame that rotter DeVilliers Kuuns will never see them," she said wistfully. "It would serve him right to make him horny and give him nothing. Maybe we could invite him over sometime?"

  "As long as you give him no satisfaction."

  "Well, that's the idea."

  "Speaking of satisfaction."

  "Yes?"

  "Well, I did go to a lot of trouble, and even risked getting a whack from Big Red, to recover these incriminating pictures, and..."

  "Why, yes," she said, smiling happily. "I do owe you a great deal, James..."

  Her hand stopped moving lazily and began moving with purpose. Blackburn fumbled at her clothing and was pleased, but not surprised, to find that she hadn't troubled to put on any underwear. He tried to mount her then, but she slipped from the couch and knelt on the floor, with the photos spread out on the carpet. Blackburn understood. He slipped the meat to her doggy fashion, ploughing up her steaming snatch with long, underslung strokes. While he screwed her, he looked at the photos over her shoulder. She, too, looked at the photos, and it excited her so much that she went wild with lust, banging her tight ass back against his thrusts in a frenzy of wanton desire and abandoned passion.

  Her clinging pussy drew the milk from him in great spurts and, so great was their mutual lust that his dick didn't relent for a moment and, missing no more than a solitary stroke, he proceeded to fuck her a second time, and, eventually, a third, until finally they both collapsed in delirious, wasted bliss.

  Blackburn decided he would have to buy Trevor another drink.

  And Bill Gibbs, too...

  Blackburn hid the pictures in his drawer before he took Marla home. She was eager for him to be present when she developed the other photos which, she felt sure, would prove even more exciting. She was clinging lovingly to his arm as they entered her house.

  And Geoffrey said, "Ah, you're home."

  "Er... I can't stay," said Blackburn.

  "You sure can't," Marla whispered.

  Blackburn did an abrupt about face and retreated down the walk. He considered himself very lucky that Geoffrey had arrived home before he and Marla, for if the husband had walked in half an hour later... Well, it was just as well not to think about such a horrible thing...

  "You're home a day early, darling," said Marla, giving her husband a kiss and wondering what excuse she could make to dash to the dark room.

  "Yes. My business went well. And what have you been up to while I was away?"

  "Oh, nothing much."

  "You really should take up a hobby, you know. Something to keep you occupied while I'm working."

  "I suppose so."

  He regarded her, a faint smile on his lips.

  "Something like photography," he said.

  "Oh my God," said Marla.

  "Yes, I was pleased to see the roll of film in the darkroom. Pleased you have an interest in photography."

  "Oh, yes. I do. But I want to develop them myself, you understand? I wouldn't want you to see them unless they turn out well..."

  "Oh dear, I'm so sorry..."

  "What?"

  "Well, having nothing to do while I waited for you to come home, I'm afraid I already developed them."

  Marla was stricken.

  "You... you looked at them?" she asked, lip trembling and blushing furiously.

  "Of course."

  "I... But you don't seem angry..."

  "Why should I be angry. I think photography is a fine hobby... As, my dear, is modeling..."

  "Oh, Geoffrey. I'm so ashamed."

  "Don't be, my dear."

  "I'll make it up to you, darling. I promise, I'll never be naughty again."

  "Well, you could model for me, if you like."

  "Anything..."

  "You and your little red-headed friend, perhaps?"

  "Geoffrey! What are you saying?"

  "And, since your new hobby is going to take up a great deal of your time, dearest, I was thinking that perhaps I should hire a maid to tend the housework... and suchlike..."

  "Oh, you're so understanding, Geoffrey..."

  "Yes, a maid. In fact, I have one in mind. A fine, strapping French maid named Monique..."

  Marla stared at him, her mouth gaping open.

  "And she could help with the modeling, as well," Geoffrey continued.

  And, with full understanding, Marla threw her arms around Geoffrey's neck and kissed him lovingly. "And, my dear, since you seem to be in a receptive mood at the moment, there is one other little thing..."

  "Anything, darling," said Marla.

  James Blackburn was dumbfounded when Marla brought Geoffrey to his apartment that evening, to look at the other photographs. He was so amazed by Geoffrey's presence that he didn't even notice how stiffly Marla was walking.

  Later he got his camera out...

  Click click click...

  Whirrr Whirrr Whirrr...

  Click click click...

  THE END