by Bridy McAvoy
The by now highly familiar patter from Phil had the girls obeying his instructions automatically, and the near hypnotic rhythm as the word good covered the click of the shutter lulled them into smiling as required.
“Now, Carrie reach out your hand. No, sorry, should have said the one at the back. That’s it, and grasp Lizzie’s. Good. Both of you bring that hand upward and forward a little. Good. Look into each other’s eyes. Good. Keep eye contact. Good. Smile a bit more. Good. Susie, stretch your hand, the one nearest me, out and place it on Lizzie’s hip. Good. Smile brightly. Good. Keep it innocent at this point. You’re just good friends on an evening out.”
So far, so good. The girls understood what he meant by innocent and this was really easy. For the first time in several sessions they were behaving completely naturally. Phil realized that it showed too. The pictures, not in any way erotic, were exquisitely beautiful through the viewfinder and he nearly changed plans and decided on a no sex shoot. Nearly, but not quite.
“Right, one at a time in front of the arch now. Lizzie, you stay where you are. Good. Thank you. Now, Lizzie, turn and give me your full profile, please. Good. Bend slightly. Look at the plant in front of you. Bend as if to smell it. Good. Excellent, in fact. Now straighten up, turn and face the arch. Good. Look back over your shoulder. Nice big coy smile. Oh, very good.”
Lizzie found this type of posing very relaxing. She knew it wouldn’t last but still she decided to enjoy it while she could. As a result the natural smile she gave Phil over her shoulder was breathtaking. Even the other two girls noticed.
“Okay, Susie swap with Lizzie. Same set of movements please. Good. Now, Carrie, your turn. Again, same movements. Good.”
Both girls responded the same way Lizzie had and Phil was treated to a fabulous set of dazzling smiles.
“Right, Carrie, stay there, please. Susie, go and join her. Thanks. Now, turn and face each other and gaze into each other’s eyes. Good. Keep eye contact. Move slightly closer together. Good. Carrie, bring both your hands up and place them on Susie’s hips. Good. Lean in further, toward each other. Good. Now kiss.”
Carrie looked into her friend’s eyes and her gaze carried a multitude of messages. Pleading for help, here we go again, please don’t, please do. Then she closed her eyes and leaned in, her lips parting and pouting. Susie responded and their lips met. They both knew the chaste kiss was not what Phil wanted to see so they automatically deepened it. Carrie’s hands tightened around Susie’s waist and, as ever, the young blonde responded ahead of any instruction from Phil, lifted her own arms and wrapped them around Carrie’s neck pulling her deeper into a kiss that was beginning to turn passionate.
Lizzie could only stand and watch as, on the set in front of them, the passion mounted, knowing Phil would take it further and probably order her to join the action sooner or later. Phil, however, did not want to photograph Susie seducing Carrie; he wanted it the other way round this time so he quickly re-asserted control.
“Susie. Be more passive, please. Carrie, reach your hands behind her and pull her into you. Lower your hands and grip her ass cheeks. Good.”
Phil was now moving around them and had a good series of shots with Carrie squeezing Susie’s bum in quite clear close-up.
“Right, Carrie, slowly start to gather the material up at Susie’s waist, show me some of those nice legs. Good.”
Susie relaxed; she had understood Phil and knew that, for some reason, he wanted Carrie to take the lead. She knew that whilst Carrie was obeying the instructions Phil gave she would feel better, and Susie had expected to lose the dress—and the rest—in front of the camera anyway. The fabric of the dress was now bunched up around her waist enough to display her legs as high as the knee. Unfortunately the layers of petticoat would be interfering with any further revelation as they were starting to slip down. Susie knew that either the dress came off or she would have to lie down and allow Carrie access to her body from a different angle. Given that Phil had asserted control she waited for him to tell her what to do.
“Just break for a second while I change memory cards, please.”
The girls separated but stayed close to each other.
“Susie, please sit down with your legs out in front of you. Good. Now, open your legs a little so Carrie can kneel between them without trapping the dress. Good girl, Susie. Well, go on then, Carrie, kneel. Good.”
Carrie blushed as she realized she had missed her cue. Susie raised a hand to her cheek, away from the camera, to reassure her.
“Passive now, Susie, remember.”
Susie winced and allowed her hand to drop. She smiled reassuringly up at Carrie whose face was higher as she was in a kneeling position to Susie’s sitting.
“Move in closer, please, Carrie. Good. Closer still, keep the dress from snagging under you, good, now sit back on your haunches to come down to the same level. Good.”
Carrie followed his instructions and realized that he was now kneeling as well as he dropped his camera angle lower to the floor.
“Good, lean back in and kiss. Good. Now, reach out with your right hand and caress Susie’s cheek. Good. Drop it to her neck. Good. Now, Susie, close your eyes and open your mouth more for the kiss. Good. Let’s see a little tongue action now. Good. Keep it going. Carrie trail your hand down onto the swell of her breast. Good.”
Carrie kept up the pressure of the kiss and allowed her mouth to relax open. Her tongue lanced out and met Susie’s. Usually the passive one in the on-set situations, she had also realized Phil wanted her to take the lead. Reflexively she cupped Susie’s breast and squeezed, just as Susie had once done for her. Susie gasped into the kiss and her eyes flew open, then languidly closed again as the kiss deepened.
Carrie’s other hand now came out to rub along the length of Susie’s leg, still covered by the dress and layers of petticoat. Having set up the pairing the way he wanted it Phil was quite happy to let Carrie take the role of the aggressor for a while without instruction. As Carrie’s hand moved up Susie’s leg she was pushing the layers of fabric up with it. After travelling a few inches her hand lifted, dropped back down the leg and repeated the movement. All the time you could see that, deep in the kiss, their tongues were fencing. Susie knew full well that she was heating up—it was a novel experience for the normally confident blonde and she found herself enjoying it. Carrie seemed content. Perhaps that session the other night when she had seduced her housemate in an attempt to make her feel better about the double penetration she had been subjected to, had worked after all. She allowed herself the luxury of surrendering to the feelings induced by Carrie.
Carrie had worked the skirts up on this side to about mid-thigh but, because Susie was sitting on the skirt, no further progress was possible without Susie’s active participation. Carrie, therefore, simply dropped her remaining hand to Susie’s other leg and, without ceremony—after all, this was hidden from the camera—pushed the skirt as high as she could.
“Susie, lift up, please. Carrie, tug the skirt through from under her. Good.”
Phil paused shooting while the two girls struggled to get the dress the way he wanted. Then, as they resumed the kiss, he began shooting again.
Carrie began easing Susie’s skirt higher until her entire legs were exposed. Her hands now moved to the tops of Susie’s thighs and began kneading the soft flesh there. Susie could not help herself; she could not maintain the position with the waves of feelings running through her. She slowly broke the kiss and leaned back on her elbows. This gave Carrie actual access, and tacit approval for that access to Susie’s loins.
Carrie’s hands circled closer and closer to Susie’s vulnerable pussy mound. Phil moved in closer and continued shooting as Carrie first stroked around, and then directly on, the contours of the pussy presenting itself through the taut fabric of her panties. Susie groaned in ecstasy as Carrie now slowly pulled the panties to one side, exposing the moist slit to her gaze and Phil’s close camera lens. She dipped her head and, with
out prompting, began to lick along the entire length of the slit paying extra attention to the clit at the end of the upward stroke.
Susie was in heaven and nothing could stop her as she spasmed into a huge orgasm. The flood of liquid coated Carrie’s face but she never stopped licking. Susie could not support herself any longer and, dropping into a prone position, spread her legs as far apart as possible to allow Carrie the widest possible access. Her hands rose from her sides and, reaching the top of her dress, plunged inside to maul and knead her own breasts. Carrie kept licking and slurping at the pussy in front of her, and Phil was only inches away from the center of the action with his camera focused tightly on the money shot.
Phil moved clear, stood and stretched for a moment, and watched as Carrie never missed a beat and Susie spiraled up into another orgasm. He put the camera on a tripod and set it into full auto mode and moved around behind Carrie. She stopped momentarily when she felt his hands on her ass but resumed the frantic licking as Susie writhed underneath her. Susie, in the meantime, had managed to wrestle the top of the dress down, exposing her breasts to the camera, and was now pulling and squeezing her nipples with her fingers as she failed to come down from the second orgasm.
Phil lifted the back of Carrie’s dress over her hips exposing the slim buttocks of the girl to his view and roughly pulled the panties to the side, in much the same way that Susie’s were. Carrie’s eyes widened in shock as, without preamble, he shoved two fingers straight up her own dripping cunt. She gasped into Susie’s pussy and felt Susie tremble into another orgasm at the unexpected sensation. Phil unzipped behind her and suddenly his fingers were replaced by the much bigger head of his penis.
As he rammed home into her in one shove, she shuddered into her own orgasm, and the sensation transmitted into Susie through Carrie’s face buried in her pussy, pushed Susie into her fourth immediately after the previous one. Phil began to stroke in and out of Carrie with a long slow rhythm. Carrie, recovering from the orgasm, began to lick at Susie again. Susie couldn’t take anymore and lay still under the onslaught with her arms splayed wide.
Lizzie just watched. She could not quite comprehend what she was seeing in front of her.
Finally, Phil could hold it back no more and, with one furious thrust, buried himself inside Carrie to the fullest extent possible. The impetus of his thrust mashed Carrie’s juice-coated face into Susie’s sopping pussy and, as Carrie felt Phil’s ejaculation deep inside her, she came, setting off the chain reaction again, and Susie’s body jerked into yet another passion filled orgasm.
All three girls were surprised when Phil called it a day at that point, especially Lizzie who was still wearing her dress, the first time she had finished a shoot in the same state as she had started it.
Chapter 35
Lizzie turned up for work the following morning in a pensive frame of mind. In many ways she was relieved Phil didn’t appear and she worked away all morning on her own. At lunchtime Phil opened the office door and held it open for someone else. To Lizzie’s surprise, it was Susie dressed casually in jeans and a sweater. When Phil locked the door and drew the blinds Lizzie knew he was up to something. He went over to his desk and opened a drawer, drawing out a small compact video camera, and her suspicions were confirmed.
Susie sat down in the chair at Lizzie’s desk and sat still, looking at Lizzie, as if waiting for something.
“It’s okay, Lizzie. Susie is working to a script that’s she’s been rehearsing with Carrie all morning, complete with the undress rehearsal, as they say. So all you have to do is follow her lead. She is a new tenant wanting to rent a flat and she’s desperate. Just play along.”
Susie had blushed red at the comment about the undress rehearsal and Lizzie was not dumb. She could work out the scenario in her head and knew exactly where this was going, as it must have done with Carrie at the rehearsal. Susie actually looked ashamed of her part in what was to come but Lizzie knew from the sparkle in her eye that she had enjoyed herself and was quite happy to do so again. Lizzie looked reproachfully at Phil, remembering he had promised her no more lesbian shows but obviously this wasn’t true.
Phil shrugged and said “Action.”
“Oh, please, you must have somewhere. My boyfriend’s kicked me out and I’ve got nowhere to go.”
Lizzie thought for a moment before reaching a decision. If an act was what Phil wanted then an act is what he would get.
“Well…”
“Please, I’ve got nowhere to sleep tonight.”
“Even if I had somewhere vacant, which I don’t, we’d need to get references.”
“My dad can provide them. Look, here’s his number. He’ll pay the deposit and give a guarantee if you need one.”
Susie was scribbling on a piece of paper. To the camera it would look like a number but as she pushed the paper across to Lizzie it read something else—just go with it!!!
“Look, I’ll give you anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, anything.”
Obviously this wasn’t meant to stretch the viewer’s imagination at all.
“Look, I’m absolutely desperate. I need somewhere to stay so what have I got to do to get a place? Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
Lizzie had to admit Susie was putting all her amateur dramatics background from schooldays into it and she was pretty good, but the script wasn’t. It was pretty obvious what her response was supposed to be so, resignedly, she pushed her chair back from the desk and swiveled to face the open side she simply uttered one short phrase.
“Eat me.”
Susie almost leapt out of the chair and dived to her knees immediately in front of Susie’s splayed stocking clad legs Phil followed at a slightly more measured pace, leaning over Susie to focus on Lizzie’s thighs as Susie leaned forward and began to caress Lizzie’s lower legs and knees. Lizzie scrunched down further in the seat allowing her skirt to ride up, exposing the tops of the stockings and spreading her legs wider. Susie now moved upwards until, as her hands reached the hem of the miniskirt, they collected it and lifted it clear of her crotch. Lizzie’s white panties were now on show. Susie dropped her head and began to lick the inside of first one thigh and then the other, all the while working closer and closer to the Vee at the top of Lizzie’s legs. Lizzie closed her eyes and allowed her body to succumb to the pleasurable sensations.
Susie’s hands now reached upward, grasped the front of Lizzie’s blouse and began unpicking the buttons from the bottom upwards. Knowing that her friend would not be able to reach all the way, Lizzie began unbuttoning from the top, too. When their hands met Lizzie held Susie’s for a moment and, brushing the blouse to the sides, pulled her hands onto her breasts. Lizzie’s hands now went behind her back and popped open the bra catch. Susie, feeling the fabric under her fingers go slack, pushed the fabric up and clear of the breasts and began to knead the exposed flesh, paying particular attention to the two upright nipples.
By now her face was buried in Lizzie’s panty-covered crotch and she was licking at the pussy through it. Lizzie’s hand snaked down between them and pulled the panties to the side, giving Susie full access to her intimate treasure.
Susie let go of the breasts as Lizzie began to buck in the chair, dropping her hands down and behind to grip Lizzie’s ass cheeks. Lizzie’s hands took over the mauling of her own breasts and before long the multiple stimulation of her body was enough to push her over the edge into a colossal orgasm.
As Lizzie sat there recovering, Susie sat back and, with Lizzie’s juices coating her face, looked straight at the wantonly displayed body of her friend before raising her eyes to Lizzie’s face and asking.
“Have I got the flat then?”
Lizzie pondered on the best answer for a moment before smiling at her friend and saying, "I’m sorry, I told you we don’t have any vacancies, but I’ll sure put you on the list for the next one if you want to earn a crack at that.”
Phil called out “Cut” and they both
looked at each other and giggled. The giggles soon became laughter and they were suddenly and helplessly laughing and crying together. Phil raised an eyebrow but said nothing, simply resuming his seat before gently suggesting the two girls might want to tidy and clean up before he opened the office again.
“Besides, I’m hungry.” he said. “I want a sandwich.”
The joke was lost on him as the two girls burst into a renewed fit of laughter before scurrying off to the small toilet at the back of the office. Phil heard peal after peal of girlish laughter coming from the room. He just hoped they’d be laughing tonight.
Chapter 36
Phil sent Lizzie home at five with instructions to get ready for the evening shoot at six. He told her that Carrie and Susie had been sent out to buy the outfits for the evening shoot and they should be waiting for her at home.
Lizzie went up the steps to the house and Carrie opened the door before she could put the key in. She was jerked into the hall and, as Carrie slammed the door shut, Lizzie was pulled into a group hug with her two housemates.
“We’re sorry about this lunchtime.”
“We didn’t dare tell you.”
She smiled at her friends.
“I got us into this, didn’t I? We had a pretty clear idea of where it would go, didn’t we? We’re friends, aren’t we? Not rivals.”
The others nodded at her.
“Well, we’d better get ready for our lord and master, hadn’t we?”
Lizzie led the way up the stairs to where the three identical looking outfits were hanging on the bathroom door.
The other two had showered already so Lizzie jumped in quickly, knowing she would have to play catch-up on the other two. At five to six precisely the three girls gathered in the kitchen downstairs and gave each other a final once over.