Fully Exposed

I loved my job! It wasn't often that you heard people say that, but I truly did. Of course a lot of people would say that it wasn't a proper job, but to me it was my world. I didn't earn a fortune, in fact I had to work part time behind a bar to ensure ends met comfortably, but I enjoyed that as well, it was a great way of socialising down at the pub without having to fork out for drink, even though it could be very busy at times.

What did I do? I was a photographer. Not in the David Bailey or Snowdon class, but I was steadily gaining a reputation for being good and mostly, for being reliable. After all, a no-show at someone's wedding was the prelude to getting no more work, so I always turned up, smartly dressed and tried to do my best as unobtrusively as possible.

There were the set pieces of course, "Bride's family please." "Move in closer please," but what I really liked were the candid shots, the little kids playing, someone pulling a face. Of course most of those didn't make the final album, but to me they were what made the job worthwhile. Digital cameras had made those possible, in my early days film was still the preferred medium, you had a limited number of shots and you never actually knew how they would turn out until it was developed, it made for some pleasant surprises sometimes, but was always a bit of a worry. You could hardly go back and do it all again after all.

It wasn't only weddings though, other social occasions, big birthdays, christenings, even the odd request for a funeral, but weddings were the bread and butter of the business, and in these times, they were not always just confined to Saturdays, spreading the income over the whole week.

I did portraits as well, mostly family groups, nearly always with children involved, they could be fun or a nightmare, many a session I'd had to abandon to try again on another day when the child wasn't screaming the studio down. Animals I hated, "Be a good doggie now and fucking sit still," never seemed to go down well with their obsessed owners. I didn't like dogs anyway, one had savaged me as a young child. OK it was more of a nip on the calf, but I had never forgotten or forgiven.

I had my own studio, actually the front room in my ground floor flat, but it was fully kitted out with lights and backcloths, and all my cameras were readily to hand.

That was part of the problem with offsite photography, you never really felt you had the right kit, modern cameras were much more flexible, but pretty often you needed two and they were not exactly light to lug around.

Personally I was single, happily single in my mid-thirties, I had a wide range of friends, both male and female, and many of the latter were more than happy to share my bed, it seemed to be a feature of modern life, friends with benefits suited many people until 'The One' came along. Most of my male friends seemed to think I spent my life photographing naked or near naked women, true I did have the odd opportunity to do just that, but it was probably only once a year, and my professional standards of conduct precluded any sort of impropriety with professional models.

Most of my work came from referrals from satisfied customers, these were now starting to surpass enquiries from my advertising which told me I was probably doing something right. I was behind the bar one night when a middle aged woman approached me. She was with a small group of similar aged women who came in occasionally on an evening out, they were all well dressed and well behaved, the ideal customers for bartenders the world over.

"My friend there tells me you're a photographer, you did her daughter's wedding last year, and she was very pleased." I looked over at the group and vaguely recognised one of them. I confirmed that was the case and asked if she was looking for a wedding photographer as well.

"Nothing as grand as that I'm afraid, in fact it's quite a small job and I'm almost too embarrassed to ask."

"Don't be. Just tell me how I can help."

"Well, I'm looking to sign up to a dating site and I need some photos to put on it. I've got some old ones, and could get someone to take a few pictures, but I'd like them done properly and thought that perhaps you could help me out?" It wasn't really my thing, but she seemed nice and it was a recommendation from a previous customer so I agreed to do it.

In a quiet moment we talked costs and I suggested a time for her to come to my studio, but she told me she'd prefer to have the photos taken at home, it would make them look less posed she thought, and anyway she wanted to wear several different outfits. It wasn't ideal, but then they didn't need to be professional glamour model quality, so I agreed to go to her house.

The day arrived and I turned up, complete with a couple of cameras and some simple lighting gear. "Come in." She opened the door wide to let me in and ushered me into the lounge. It was all tastefully decorated and my fears were in part allayed. I began to set up and she told me she'd brought several dresses down from her bedroom and she wanted my opinion on which looked the best on her.

They were all carefully laid out in the adjoining dining room, a variety of styles and colours, most seemed to be designer labels reflecting what I was beginning to discern about her, i. e. a woman of taste and refinement.

"Why don't you try the blue one first?" I suggested, moving back into the lounge to give her some privacy. To my surprise she didn't close the connecting door and I could hear the rustle of clothing as she changed. When she reappeared I had to look twice, she looked absolutely fabulous and I told her so.

She blushed, "Thank you, I've been on my own now for some time and I'm not used to compliments like that." I took some full length shots and some head and shoulders, adjusting the lighting until I was satisfied, then I suggested another change. More rustling and a steady chatter then she reappeared again, this time in a dark red, knee length dress.

"Would you mind zipping me up, it's a bit awkward." She turned her back to me and I could see the back was completely undone, her bra strap plainly visible. I did the zip up and we took some more shots. At the end she turned her back on me again, the intent clear and I slid the zip right down, my fingers brushing over the bare skin on her back. She thanked me and disappeared back into the dining room, slipping the dress off as she passed through the door.

The next set of clothes was a pair of trousers and a simple jumper, both showcased her figure well, the trousers revealing a shapely bum and the jumper a pair of surprisingly pert looking breasts.

"I'm not sure about the next one, it's more of a ball gown, and it's... well, a bit revealing."

"Go for it," I encouraged, "you've looked really good in the other two, so I'm sure it will be even better." What was revealed when she returned almost took my breath away, stunning didn't quite do her justice. It was pale blue, and halter necked, flowing down to the floor from her trim waist, but what really caught my eye was the plunging neckline, right down to below her breasts which I could see were now no longer supported by a bra. Her cleavage was very prominently on display, one that I was sure a lot of younger woman would have been very proud of.

She took my silence for disapproval, "You don't like it? Do you think it's too young for me and too revealing?"

"Absolutely not, if I were taking you to a posh do I would be proud to be seen with you."

"Don't be silly, in your line of work you must be constantly seeing young bodies much more attractive than mine."

"Really not, you have immaculate taste and a wonderful figure, and that dress shows it off perfectly." I could almost see her blushing again and she gave me a little twirl which caused the top to billow slightly and I caught a glimpse of breast and almost, I could swear, nipple. My cock, normally well behaved when I was at work gave a little twitch as she adopted a striking pose and I began to run off a series of shots. We were working well together, it seemed as though she had relaxed in my company and she was striking poses almost like a professional and the shots were just flowing naturally.

Finally we'd exhausted that outfit and she turned her back on me, "Would you mind helping me with this one as well, it can be tricky." She backed into me and I was conscious that we were standing almost pressing against each other. I fiddled with the fastening and released the ends as she clasped her hands over her breasts to hold the dress up. Quite what possessed me I don't know, but before I knew what I was doing, somehow my hands were resting on her shoulders and my lips were planting a kiss on the nape of her neck.

"Oh!" I heard her say in a very surprised tone as she spun round to face me, a look of shock on her face. I was about to apologise in the most profuse fashion I could possible conjure up, when she leaned upwards and in and returned the kiss directly onto my mouth.

I could feel the softness of her lips, gently moving against my own and to my own shock, her body pressing against mine. Additionally to my consternation, my traitorous friend, my cock, was also trying to get in on the act and I could feel it swelling in my trousers.

She broke her head away from mine and looked me straight in the eyes, an inquisitive look in them, before looping her arms round my neck and pulling me in even tighter for another kiss. This one was even more intense and I could feel her tongue on my lips, inducing me to reciprocate with my own and our tongues began to scrabble against each other.

My head started to spin, how had I got myself into this, and how was I going to get myself out of it, when I realised I didn't want to get out of it, I was enjoying it. I put my arms round her and ran then up and down her bare back. Bare back? The thought bulleted into my brain, that meant the top of her dress had fallen down and her bare breasts would be pressing against my chest. My cock responded in a predictable manner, and I could feel it now very stiff and pressing against her lower body, surely she could feel it.

That fact was confirmed when she began to rub herself against me, further exacerbating the situation. I dared slip a hand between us and cupped her breast, the flesh soft and pliable in my hand, the hardness of her nipple tangible in my palm. She moaned, a low guttural sound coming from her throat and her body pressed even harder against me.

Where was all this going I wondered? I found myself being pushed backwards, my legs encountering the edge of the sofa and as I fell back into it her breasts came into view, tipped with round brown nipples. She continued to advance towards me and put her knee on the seat beside me.

"Your dress!" I managed to croak. She stopped suddenly and for a moment I thought the spell had been broken as she looked down at me, but then wordlessly she slid the side zip down and stepped out of it, setting it carefully to one side. She was naked except for a pair of bikini cut panties, My eyes were drawn to them, clinging tightly round her crotch, was it my imagination or was that the impression of a small cleft in them? A camel toe where her pussy was drawing them in?

She clambered astride me, one knee either side of my thighs and began to tug at the bottom of my shirt, dragging it up and over my head, then her bare breasts were pressed hard against my chest as our mouths and tongues met once more.

I could feel her crotch grinding against the hard bulge made by my cock and could only imagine what lay beneath that thin layer of material. My hands reached round and cupped her backside, firm and compact, then ran my hands up her back and round to her breasts, holding them both for the first time. I pulled my head towards them and latched my lips onto a nipple, sucking it into my mouth, and swirling my tongue round the hard bud. Another groan broke from her and she pulled back to allow her hands to reach between us and fumble at the buttons for my trousers, then they were open and her hand was delving inside.

It found my cock and wrapped round it, then pulled it free, springing up between us. "Mmmm." She began to rub at it sending a warm sensation through my body as I continued to caress and kiss her breasts.

"Will you take me upstairs and make love to me?" she asked shyly. I eased her off me and allowed her to lead me up the stairs into what looked like her bedroom where I pulled her into a hug. "I haven't done this for a long time," she confessed quietly.

"It's all right," I tried to reassure her, "you'll be fine, it's like riding a bike."

"I was never very good at that. Horses yes, bikes no." At least she still had her sense of humour I thought as she lay down on the bed and I quickly shed my clothes. I saw her staring with apparent trepidation at my cock which I considered by no means huge, and quickly slipped onto the bed beside her before she changed her mind. I took her in my arms and cuddled her up to me, trying to avoid spearing my erection too hard into her body, then rolled her onto her back and began to shower her neck and shoulders with little kisses.

"That's nice," she murmured as I progressed slowly down to her breasts, kissing and nibbling at her nipples, whilst I slowly inched my hand down over her stomach until I could gently tease her pussy through her panties. The moment I touched her she tensed up, her hand dropping to pull mine away, but I resisted.

"It's all right," I reassured her again, "I'll be gentle and you can stop at any time you want. Do you want me to go on?" She nodded and released my hand and I resumed stroking her pussy through her panties, just allowing my hand to stimulate her softly. I could feel her start to respond to my caresses, her body pushing back against me and I ventured further down, trailing my lips over her stomach until I reached the waistband of her panties.

I rolled over her legs, positioning my body between them and hooked my fingers in the elastic and started to slide them down. Again her hands grabbed mine to stop me, "I'm not very..... neat down there," she said, concern evident in her voice, but released my hands allowing me to slide her panties down her legs and off.

She was right, most of my female acquaintances had no or very little pubic hair, but she had a full bush. It wasn't unruly and I could see her pussy lips clearly, but clearly had not been trimmed in some time, if ever. "It's fine," I said as I slowly lowered my face to it and kissed her pussy, just my lips touching her, before brushing them along it. I felt her shiver, but the quiet moan told me it was a shiver of pleasure not distaste. Another kiss, this time harder and I flicked my tongue out eliciting a gasp and a tensing of her whole body, but she relaxed again as I dragged my tongue along her slit, just parting her lips sufficiently that I could taste her.

"You don't have to." A half-hearted attempt at a protest.

"But I want to." I pushed my tongue deep into her slit and dragged it over her pussy opening and her body almost jumped before relaxing back. I could taste the fresh juices seeping from her and continued my assault on her pussy with lips and tongue and could feel her start to respond, her hips lifting up to force more pressure. I wondered just how long it had been since anyone had kissed her like that as I started to turn my attention to her clit, sliding my tongue higher and higher until I could feel the little hard bud against the tip.

"So nice," she murmured as her hands came down again, this time to grasp the sides of my head to force me harder against her. I eased my fingers to each side of her pussy and pulled her lips apart, then pushed a finger up against her pussy opening and eased it inside. She was tight but surprisingly wet and very warm and I pushed it deep inside, twisting and curling it upwards before adding a second.

The reaction was immediate, her body started to shake and judder and I could feel the muscles in her legs become rigid as an orgasm washed through her, little squeaks and grunts coming from her mouth. A surge of juice flooded from her pussy, covering my mouth and chin in a musky tasting liquid. It went on for ten seconds or more before slowly subsiding. I looked up at her face and saw tears streaming from her eyes, she held her arms toward me and I slid back up her body and she pulled me into a kiss. "I've made you all wet," she mostly sobbed, "but no-one has ever done that to me before. Thank you so much." She continued to shower me in kisses as slowly her tears dried.

My cock was as hard as rock pressing up between her legs and I eased it forward until I could feel it pressing against her pussy where I stopped and looked questioningly at her. "Yes," she said simply and I pushed my cock into her. Despite the natural lubrication that had poured out of her she was incredibly tight and I took it very easy, just inching my way forward and then retreating until I had established a gentle rhythm, each stroke penetrating slightly deeper than the one before until I was balls deep in her. She let out a long sigh, "Now I remember how good it was, just keep doing that." I needed no bidding, she felt heavenly and as her body became more accustomed to the reawakened sensations she started to respond more, her hips rising to meet my thrusts and even her pussy felt as though she was using her muscles to clasp me as I drove into her, the head cleaving her tight walls apart.

She was starting to become more vocal, groans, murmurs and grunts accompanying each movement of our bodies and I sensed she was beginning to force the pace more, an intensity building into our love making. Faster and harder we moved, and it seemed as though she was the one driving it, "Harder Andrew, I won't break, give it to me harder!" She exhorted me until my cock was being rammed hard into her, our bodies slamming together to the accompaniment of a slapping sound.

Then a low wail started in her throat, rising and rising, and she began to judder again, her feet hooked round my legs and pulled me into her, my cock so deep in her I could feel it hitting the end of her pussy. "Cum for me!" She almost shouted as I felt my climax rise in me and then my cock was spurting, jet after jet erupting into her pulsing pussy as I gasped for breath.

Then we were still, our chests heaving, seeking air and I went to roll off her, but she stayed me, "No, I want to feel you in me for as long as possible." The thought was noble, but the flesh didn't prove up to the task and soon my softening cock slipped out of her and I did roll away, my arm round her shoulders as she tucked into my side.

We lay in silence for a while, then she said simply, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For reminding me how beautiful that could be. Oh, and for doing the photographs." I'd almost forgotten how the day had started so satisfying had been the experience for me. "Can we perhaps do it again some day?"

We did in fact meet up a couple of more times to make love, each time she gained in confidence, but our lives took us in different directions and the frequency slipped, and finally stopped. It didn't completely end there though, I began to receive an increasing number of referrals, people asking for my services, saying that 'Jean had wholeheartedly recommended' me.

It was one of those that gave me one of the most interesting and different commissions of my life. It started simply enough, a phone call from a young sounding woman who wanted a photographer for her wedding. Then came the words I was starting to become familiar with, "A friend of my mother's recommended you, said you'd remember her, Jean." That was enough for me and I agreed to meet her, Julie her name was, to see exactly what she wanted.

She'd left it a bit late, the wedding was in a month's time, but fortunately I was free on the Saturday in question, and she called in at my studio one lunch time to discuss her requirements. "I want the glamour version of the album of course, but also something grittier, a photo log of the whole day from the minute I get up to the minute I go to sleep, warts and all." That was a tall order, I didn't have an assistant and that was going to make it a very long day, not to mention logistically very difficult, and in the end I had persuaded her that I would come to her house, her mother's actually, to take some photos of the bridal party getting ready, then I'd stay at the reception afterwards.

In between I'd do my best to take all those candid shots she seemed to want. I could see it being fun, but very demanding and I decided to charge her accordingly. To my surprise she didn't bat an eyelid and we parted company as I wondered just what I had really agreed to take on.

The day came and I pulled up outside a substantial detached house. The garden had been manicured and I took some pictures of that and the general environs to get me going. The door was answered not by a maid or a butler as I had half been expecting, but a striking middle aged woman in a dressing gown. "Ah you must be Andrew the photographer," the cameras slung round my neck must have given it away. "I'm Julie's Mum, come on in, Julie and her bridesmaids are just putting their make-up on, you've just missed the hairdresser, but we took some photos on a phone." I tried not to grimace, phone cameras weren't bad these days, but not a match for my professional gear.

She led me through an immaculately tidy house to a conservatory, where a table had been set up and round it were five girls, all in matching white dressing gowns. They were all putting their own make up on, all matching I noted, and I recognised Julie at once. She pushed her chair back and stood to greet me and a she did so her dressing gown flopped open and there was a bare breast, complete with a brown nipple. No-one but me seemed to notice and she shook my hand before sitting down again.

She introduced me, "These are my sisters Cathy and Sarah," two of them looked up and smiled and I could see the family resemblance, "and these are my best friends, Samantha and Vanessa. More beaming smiles. The light in there was excellent and I sat my bag down out of the way and started to take some candid shots. I'd always found watching a woman put her make up on strangely erotic and coupled with the flash that I'd got of Julie's nipple, my cock was straining a little inside my trousers. I did my best to ignore it, but I'd missed out on my morning wank that morning and it was trying to get its own back on me.

Fortunately there were no more nipple flashes, although as the girls moved on their chairs, various parts of leg were revealed, in one instance right up to the top of a thigh. Julie's Mum flitted in and out, she seemed to be already made up and I tried my best to be the 'fly on the wall'. Finally all seemed to be finished and the make-up was tidied away. "I'd like some shots of us all together please," Julie asked and the girls stood, Julie in the centre and they struck a pose. I had to make a few changes to ensure they were all symmetrical and ran through a few shots, varying the set up slightly.

"OK right, now without the dressing gowns." They must have discussed it beforehand, because without a murmur and as one, they slipped their dressing gowns off. They were all totally naked underneath, five pairs of improbably perfect breasts, different shapes and sizes, and different nipples but tits ware tits and my jaw dropped as my cock rose. My gaze dropped lower and I could see five pairs of pussy lips, each one with the exception of Julie was clean shaven, Julie's pubes were trimmed into a heart.

She caught my stare, "Do you like it? I had it specially done so I want a close up of it." Almost in a trance I watched as she stepped towards me and I knelt down and aimed the camera at her pussy. I could only gawp though the viewfinder as memory muscle took over and I adjusted the settings and took several photos. Then she backed off and they all stood in a line and I ran through what seemed like thousands of shots but was probably only a dozen.

"Where's Mum?" asked Cathy, "She should be in it as well."

"I'm coming." called her mother, so was I nearly, "Oh, I thought you were joking when you said about doing that. You don't want an old wrinkly like me do you?"

"Of course Mum." replied Julie, "Every girl wants her Mum with her on her wedding day." A little reluctantly her mother peeled off her dressing gown. At least she had some panties on, but they too came down and she joined the bridesmaids. Her breasts betrayed her age and children, but they still held their own against the younger girls.

"I should have shaved this off," she commented and I noticed that she had a neat triangle of curly hair between her legs. A few more shots and we were done. Instead of putting their gowns back on, they trooped into what appeared to be a dining room where all their clothes were laid out and I clicked away as they dressed. Julie had white lingerie and white stockings complete with a suspender belt, whereas the bridesmaids had various shades of underwear and white hold ups.

Julie's Mum put her dressing gown back on and escorted me to the front door, "I'm sorry about that," she apologised, "Julie has some strange notions at times but it is her day after all. Thank you for going along with her wishes. Jean said you were excellent and I can see why now. She told me all about what you did for her and it's lovely to see some of her old confidence back." I hoped she was just talking about the photography, but at the back of my mind I had that niggling doubt.

I returned to my car and sat in the driving seat. My cock was still rock hard and I had to adjust it to sit comfortably. I gave it a few squeezes as well wishing I could just whip it out and have a glorious wank, but time was running on.

I made it back to the venue and parked, then set off in search of the groom. I found him and his groomsmen, pretty much ready, luckily they didn't want a naked photoshoot, just some casual pictures and we chatted amiably. The groom seemed a nice chap and I envied him getting a wife like Julie, my mind going into overdrive imagining what that body would be like in bed. He seemed unaware of what I had been asked to do earlier, either that or he chose not to bring it up.

We gathered in the formal hall, and awaited the arrival of the bride, I took some photos of her and her father, then flitted as unobtrusively as possible around taking as many pictures as I could. I'd set up a static camera which automatically took a picture every so often, experience had told me that was the easiest way of getting the formal shots inside and I had my fingers crossed that it was working properly.

I had to focus, (sorry about the pun) on what I was doing and not let my mind wander to what I knew lay beneath the bridal party's clothes, just the thought of those bare pussies and breasts had my cock stiffening again. Then the ceremony was over and the process of taking the formal, posed shots began. All the usual ones, bride and groom, groom's family, bride's family. I had a crib sheet for those so I wouldn't forget anyone, then it was done and everyone headed off for some drinks.

That was my opportunity to take pictures of all the guests, well those who wanted to be photographed. I could have murdered some of the champagne that was flowing freely, but it wasn't my habit to drink on the job and I had to content myself with some water. The bride's father collared me at one point, "My wife told me about the photos you took at the house. I trust that they won't be appearing on the internet anywhere?" I was a little offended, but understood where he was coming from. I gave him my assurances and he seemed satisfied with that.

The Wedding Breakfast gave me a chance to change the memory cards and put some fresh batteries in the cameras and I half listened to the speeches which were quite amusing. I even got a mention, a thank you in advance from Julie's Dad, he said he was looking forward to seeing the photos, all the photos, he stressed, the dirty bastard!

Then the dancing began. I captured the First Dance, taking some nice looking shots of the bride and groom and everyone as they joined in. As most weddings did, the evening became a little more lively and informal, everyone entering fully into the spirit of celebrating with the bride and groom and I began to look forward to taking my leave and going home. There were a final few dances and then everyone formed a big circle and the bride and groom went round it thanking everyone whilst I waited a little impatiently to say my own goodbyes.

Julie's Mum and Dad came over and thanked me and then each of the bridesmaids, who all gave me a kiss. They didn't seem to have any partners which I thought was a little strange. Then Julie and her new husband whose name was James, came over and thanked me profusely. Julie pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear, "Give us five minutes or so and then come up. We're in room 525."

"What do you mean 'come up'?"

"To continue the photos."

"But I'm done." I replied. "You're off to bed and that's when we agreed I'd stop."

"Actually the agreement was when I went to sleep and we've no intention of doing that for a couple of hours yet, have we James?" James nodded his assent, clearly looking forward to the night with his new wife.

"But surely you don't want me to photograph......"

"Oh yes we do. You've taken pictures of the First Kiss, the First Dance and now it's time for the First Fuck." I found myself speechless as Julie and James disappeared to a chorus of "We know where you're going." and "Good Luck." I just stood flummoxed, my mind churning and wondering if I could just melt away. I'd never even seen a live sex session let alone photograph one. Half reluctantly I accepted I had to do it, she had actually used the words, "until I go to sleep" when we'd initially met, but I hadn't thought through the implications of that.

Everyone was melting away and I followed at a discreet distance, finding my way to room 525 where I tapped lightly on the door. It was opened by James who ushered me in, "She won't be a sec, just having a pee." I followed him in glancing to the open door to my left. There was Julie, sitting on the toilet, wedding dress hitched up round her waist, knickers stretched across her knees.

"Be with you in a while, sorry I was bustin'. Unless you want to come in and start now?" I hurried past unsure if she was joking or not. The whole thing was taking on huge proportions and I seriously began to doubt the wisdom of what I was doing. Nevertheless I put my case down and started to get my cameras out again. Julie appeared, once more fully dressed, looking every inch the bride.

"Didn't fancy it then?" she commented, "Shame, it would have made a nice start to the proceedings."

"How do you want to do this Julie?" I asked, "Only this is all new to me."

"Me as well, how about we just forget you're here and you just treat it as a normal photo session?" It was all very well to suggest that but actually carrying it out wasn't going to be quite so simple. But I agreed anyway and brought the camera up to my face and peered through the viewfinder.

James pulled her in to an embrace and they kissed, a kiss that deepened in passion as they got into it, then Julie broke away and turned her back on him. He undid the buttons on the back of her dress and I zoomed in to get a close up, then back out again as he eased the dress off her shoulders and she stepped out of it and laid it carefully on a chair. Once more I took in her figure, a trim waist and pert bum highlighted by the garter belt and lacy panties.

Her bra was almost a half-cup and I could just see her nipples poking out of the top. James stood behind her and reached round to cup her breasts and his fingers toyed with her nipples, another close up. He kissed her neck and slipped a hand down over her stomach between her legs, fondling her pussy through her panties so I got a good shot of that, then she turned round in his arms and began to undress him.

Off came his tie and jacket, swiftly followed by his waistcoat and shirt then he was bare chested, her hands fluttering over his torso before dropping to his waist where her fingers deftly undid his trousers. She reached a hand in and pulled out his cock, already almost fully erect. It was a good size and she slid her hand up and down the shaft bringing him to full size. Click. Click.

She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, I got a good shot of her lips round him and moved closer in so that it was just her face and his cock framing the shot. She seemed a born model as she eased his cock out of her mouth, just closing her lips around the crown and I took the opportunity of several more pictures. Out came her tongue, licking around and along his length and I kept my finger on the shutter release to take a series, then she stood up and kissed him on the mouth again, her hand still holding him firmly.

He reached round and unsnapped her bra, easing it off her shoulders and there again were her breasts, I'd already got several shots from the morning but more wouldn't hurt, but then he bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. It called for a really close close-up and I both zoomed in and moved closer, so much so that I was in danger of making it a threesome, something I was trying desperately to avoid, it was their wedding night after all and I was supposed to be just an impassioned observer, there to chronicle the event.

Someone had forgotten to convey that message to my cock and the sight of Julie in just panties and stockings was having a predictable effect. I backed away a little and focussed on the shot, capturing a lovely moment when he released her nipple from his mouth and just flicked at it with the tip of his tongue. They broke apart and James kicked off his trousers and boxers and awkwardly pulled his socks off, a true romantic. He had a good physique, well built and a flat stomach, his cock stuck out at right angles from his body and against all my natural instincts I took several shots of it.

Julie rolled back onto the bed and opened her arms in invitation to her new husband who slipped into them, positioning himself between her opened legs. I could see his cock pushing up against her panties, nudging her pussy but he made no attempt to remove them. It wasn't the most flattering of sights, an undulating hairy arse and I moved the attention of my lens to Julie's breasts and face, both being kissed by James.

Down her body he slid until his mouth was pressed up against her crotch, now that was worth a few shots, and I got a lovely one of his fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties as he started to pull them down. Her mons appeared, the heart shaped pubes that James took a moment to appreciate, followed by the vee shaped clitoral hood. My shutter was rattling busily as her pussy began to become visible and I found myself almost beside James as I found a better angle. He gave me a bit of a look, but to his credit refrained from pushing me away, or worse. Down came her panties, drawn along her legs, then she lifted them both up in the air and I saw and captured a pair of perfect pussy lips and the rosebud of her arsehole.

Then he was back between her thighs, his mouth and lips locked to her pussy. Out came his tongue and dragged up and down her slit. I had no need of a flash gun to capture the glistening moisture, and I managed a glorious shot of a tendril of saliva or pussy juice joining tongue and pussy. I backed off again, I found myself ever drawn in and I sat back on my legs, my cock pressing even harder into my trousers.

I knew what was coming next, his cock was on the brink of invading her pussy and I needed to get the right shot for that. James slid back up her body and Julie reached down between them to grasp it, then guided it towards her pussy. He lifted himself up slightly and there it was, his thick cockhead pressed against her delicate pussy lips. I pressed the shutter button and held it as he slid effortlessly into the depths of her pussy. Up came her knees and I slid down below them, it wasn't greatest angle for James, hairy arse and arsehole, a pair of balls hanging down and the pole that was his cock engulfed by her pussy lips. Her arsehole looked positively attractive in comparison.

I decided to change the perspective and moved up towards Julie's upper body, angling the shot to capture the oscillation of her breasts as James thrust powerfully into her. I was kneeling now beside her, the bulge in my trousers very evident. She looked across at me and to my surprise reached a hand out and brushed her fingers over it, James saw but didn't seem to care, his steady rhythm not faltering. "Isn't that uncomfortable?" she asked a little breathlessly. "Why don't you get it out?"

It seemed highly inappropriate and I told her that I'd be OK, but I had to admit I was starting to feel very uncomfortable. It was at that moment that James rolled away and turned Julie over, encouraging her up onto all fours, presenting her arse and pussy to both of us. It was a tremendous sight and I took advantage, before I moved to one side to allow James to ram his cock into her again.

It was a fabulous angle and I took lots of shots of his cock in and out of her, but another angle beckoned, one that would put me in a position almost as a direct participant and I hesitated, but then Julie had wanted gritty and explicit and I made my mind up. I lay on the bed face up and slowly slid my body under them. I had an amazing view of her swinging breasts as I wriggled below them, the temptation to touch or kiss was huge but I managed to control myself and then I was pretty much directly below her pussy. I could see James' cock sliding in and out and I took numerous shots, an added bonus was when Julie started to frig her clit and I got that as well.

Then it was that I felt it, there was a definite hand on the bulge in my trousers and I could feel my waistband being undone. A hand delved in and suddenly my cock was free, standing up vertically from my body. Not only that but Julie was stroking it, sending all sorts of sensations though me and I hastily wriggled out from under them, feeling rather awkward.

"There that must feel better, why don't you take all your clothes off, it'll feel more natural then?" I looked at James, still pumping steadily away, he shrugged his shoulders in a 'don't mind' manner and I put my camera down and stripped off all my clothes, fairly certain that I shouldn't somehow, but it was too late now. I moved to be in front of them, so I could get some pictures of their faces and I played with that composition briefly, focussing first on one then the other, trying to be a little arty with soft focus.

It was then that I felt Julie's hand again on my cock, this time stroking me with more intent, drawing me into the act. It was difficult to resist and I found myself creeping closer and closer until my cock was right by her face. Surely she wouldn't would she? But she did and I watched as she opened her mouth and took me inside. For a second I was struck immobile, then I gathered my wits, if this was what she wanted then it was my job to immortalise it for prosperity and I started to photograph my cock in her mouth, her eyes looking up at the lens.

James didn't bat an eyelid and I wondered just what they had discussed beforehand, was this the plan all along and just how far were we going to go? As these thoughts ran through my head Julie rolled away, my cock slipping from her mouth and I realised how disappointed I was. She threw a leg over James' hips and slid herself down round him. I managed to recover my wits quickly enough to get some good shots of that before I concentrated on capturing the whole scene. She looked spectacular as she bobbed up and down on his cock, then I bent forward to get some close ups of her pussy split by his cock.

As I straightened again she grabbed my cock and began to rub it again, I would have preferred her to suck it, but that would have been too awkward. She did give an excellent hand job though, and it was with some difficulty that I managed to keep taking pictures. She was clearly getting very aroused now, she was slamming her body down onto James and I could see him thrusting hard up into her.

Abruptly he threw her off and once more mounted her missionary and braced on straightened arms started to hammer his cock into her. Both of them were grunting and groaning and it was evident that their orgasms were very close. Julie beckoned me up to her head and I slithered up as she took my cock in her hand and rubbed furiously at it. It was going to be a close race as to who came first, a race that looked even closer when she dragged my cock into her mouth and sucked hard on it and I realised that I was going to be the winner, or loser, I couldn't decide which, but I knew that I was cumming. The first spurt hit her throat then she pulled me out and skilfully directed the rest onto her rapidly oscillating breasts. Through the incredibly sensation running over my body I managed to keep my finger on the shutter button and the camera pointed vaguely at her face and breasts and my pulsing cock.

James let loose a roar and from the way his body thrust I could see he was pumping Julie's pussy full of cum as she began to shudder all over. Then we were all still and James rolled away from her, his eyes shut as his chest heaved. Julie opened her eyes and looked me, mouthing a "Thank you." I eased away from them, feeling suddenly very guilty for losing my professional objectivity. James snuggled into Julie's side and I decided that perhaps, now was the time to leave. I eased myself off the bed and found my clothes, dressing quietly and quickly. Then I started to pack my cameras away.

It was crying out for two more shots and I picked one up again, and carefully took a shot of the pools of cum on Julie's breasts and then the trickle of cum that was seeping from between her pussy lips. That was going to be a favourite I thought.

Quietly I eased open the door and slipped out, closing it softly behind me.

"I thought you were never going to finish in there." I spun round to see the door opposite half open and a face peering round it. It was one I'd spent a good deal of time framing in my lens during the day, Cathy, Julie's sister and chief bridesmaid. "Would you like to come in?"

It was late and I was feeling a bit knackered after what I'd just experienced and the last thing I wanted was to make polite conversation, even if it was with a very attractive young woman.

"I'd love to, but I think I ought to be getting home."

"Wife or girlfriend? Or...?" She left that one open.

"None of the above I'm afraid."

"Well then, come on in." She opened the door fully to reveal that she was stark naked. Memories of that morning flooded my brain and I'm afraid, despite the orgasm I'd just experienced, my little head overruled my big head and I found myself heading for the door. Her hair was flowing round her shoulders, let down from the immaculate chignon she'd worn all day, her breasts were pert and topped with dark pink nipples and even in the dim corridor lighting I could see the slit between her legs.

I followed her in, admiring her backside, the cheeks wobbling sensuously as she walked and allowed the door to shut behind me. I passed along the short hallway passing the bathroom on my right and recalled seeing Julie a short while before having a pee. The lights were on in the room and as I came fully in I could see that someone was sitting up in bed. I peered round Cathy's body and was astounded to see Julie's other sister Sarah, she was sitting upright, the covers up to her waist exposing a pair of breasts that rivalled her sister's.

"About time," she commented, "we were just thinking of starting without you. All finished over the way? Marriage well and truly consummated?" I thought back to the sight of James' cock splitting Julie's pussy apart and that last shot of the cum leaking out of her pussy and nodded.

"Yes, and duly recorded." I patted the camera case I was carrying. "Did you want some pictures taken as well?"

"Perhaps, but first of all we want you to fuck us."

"Fuck you? Both of you?"

"Well if you can, if we know Julie then you've probably fucked her as well already. I doesn't seem fair on you to have had to take those pictures this morning and then to photograph Julie and James while they consummated their marriage without getting some yourself. So why don't you take your clothes off and get into bed with us?" She pulled back the covers in invitation as Cathy climbed in the other side.

What a family! I really didn't know what to do, but the temptation was just too much and before I fully realised what I was doing I was stripping off my shirt and tugging down my trousers. My cock seemed to have made a miraculous recovery and was sticking out straight in front of me. I clambered onto the bed and slid down between the two girls who immediately snuggled into my side. A hand from each side reached for my cock and in unison they started to stroke it.

"How is it you've got a double bed?" I asked, intrigued.

"Oh the hotel cocked up, but we don't mind, we often share a bed, particularly when we haven't got a cock to play with." replied Sarah.

"Or when we have," added Cathy as she pulled back to covers and bent forward to take me in her mouth. Once more I was assailed by that fabulous sensation sweeping through my body as her tongue and throat worked their wonders on me. I reached out and cupped a breast, amazed at how firm it was and how well it fitted snugly into my hand. I stared at the head bobbing in my lap, her hair spilling down round my cock and balls.

"Don't forget me," complained Sarah, promptly sitting up and throwing a leg over my chest. Her pussy gaped open and I could see her delicate lips, parted just enough to reveal the pinkness inside and the opening to her pussy and bladder. Above sat a small but definitely visible clit which she ran her fingers over, rubbing round and round in a circular motion. "I thought I was going to have to do this myself, but now I've got you to do it for me. So why don't you lick my pussy until I cum."

So saying she inched her way up until her knees were either side of my head and I was staring up at her pussy. Her lips were clearly defined, not at all scraggy and I could see everything in detail, just begging to be kissed. I lifted my head and pressed my mouth to her pussy and pushed my tongue out, sliding it along her slit. I could feel the slickness, could taste the juices seeping from her, then slid it upwards until I encountered her clit which I nibbled with my lips, just nuzzling it before allowing my tongue to swirl around.

"Mmmm, keep that up and you'll have me cumming in no time," she breathed. I was having the same thoughts myself, Cathy's ministrations with her tongue on my cock were certainly getting me worked up and my body seemed to have taken on a will of its own, my hips were pushing up, driving my cock into her mouth. One thrust took me perilously close to her throat and I felt her mouth leave me and I wondered if I'd gone too far too fast.

It didn't seem so as I felt her body settle astride me, my cock now firmly grasped in her hand, stroking me vigorously, then she lifted herself up and I felt the tip nudge against something soft and then that exquisite feeling as I penetrated her pussy, sliding deep inside. She was deliciously warm, wet and tight and I could feel the sides of her pussy squeezing me as I was enveloped in that heavenly sheath. There were few things I liked more than that sensation, the only one that came close was licking a fresh young pussy and I was doing that as well. Truly the gods had smiled on me that day.

I lay back, allowing the feeling from my cock to wash over me as I concentrated on pleasuring Sarah. She had started to slide to and fro, rubbing herself against my mouth and face and I was slowly getting soaked from the juices flowing freely from her. Above me I could just about make out her breasts, then she slowly fell forward until she was bracing herself on her forearms, one hand caressing her breasts and tugging on her nipples.

I felt a hand slide along her pussy, saw two of Cathy's fingers push into an already very wet pussy and a thumb press on her arsehole. A groan broke from her as I concentrated on her clit with my tongue while Cathy thrust her fingers in and out of her sister's pussy.

Then with a cry she was cumming. If I had thought she was wet before I was wrong, her pussy properly erupted, liquid spurting from her all over me. She rolled away and onto her back, her legs spread wide apart as her hand rubbed frenetically between her legs, spraying the female ejaculate everywhere, the sounds of her orgasm on her lips, her eyes screwed tightly shut. Slowly she came to rest and her eyes opened, settling on Cathy and me, as our bodies slowly ground together.

"Good," said Cathy, "now I can have your undivided attention." Her demeanour changed, an intensity coming into her movements as though the distracting sideshow was now over and the main event was starting. I could feel her pussy gripping me with each thrust, tight round me and every time I pushed up into her a fresh wave of pleasure coursed through me.

I reached up and cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, then tweaking them as I felt the weight and texture of the orbs on her chest. It had always amazed me how soft breasts were, yet how firm they could feel. My musings were interrupted by a click and I looked over to see Sarah, her face partially hidden by a camera, my camera. "Careful with that!" I cried, concerned not only for the safety of my professional equipment but the photos contained on the memory card.

"It's all right," countered Sarah, "I use one of these at college." She looked down at the screen to examine the photo she'd just taken, then started to scroll through the others. "Hey these are good, I love the cum puddles on those tits."

"You do photography at college?" I asked, my mind momentarily distracted from Cathy.

"Yes, but nothing like this." She began to take more pictures, seemingly of my cock which was still pumping in and out of Cathy's pussy and I automatically looked in that direction to ensure the picture was properly composed.

"Ah, pleased to see that you're back with me," remonstrated the woman who was doing all the work, as she gave a tight squeeze with her pussy, "You just concentrate on what we're doing and let Sarah play with her toy." It was substantially more than a toy, but she seemed competent enough not to break it and I tried to switch my mind off from the distraction of being the subject of a photo shoot rather than the director, a novel experience for me.

I could sense Cathy's rising arousal levels and indeed, despite my earlier orgasm, my own. It was a most sensual experience, she had a great body and the way she was gripping my cock with her pussy muscles was starting to have an effect on me. Strangely I was also turned on a little by being photographed, not to mention the sight of Sarah's breasts and pussy as she moved around the bed and its subjects, clicking away at the shutter. Just as well I wasn't paying for film!

Slowly Cathy upped the tempo, my cock pistoning in and out of her and I had to hold her by the hips to keep my cock from slipping out so intense was she becoming. Her hand slipped down to her clit and began to frig it, fingers rubbing rapidly over that sensitive bud, then I could visibly see her arousal rising in her, a change in demeanour as he grabbed her breasts and tugged at her nipples. Sarah too had spotted it and she was snapping wildly away, concentrating on Cathy's facial expressions and I began to feel like a bit part actor.

To be honest I didn't really care, I was on the brink of cumming myself, Cathy's orgasm looked to be well on the way and I directed my attention to ensuring I came at the same time as her. In the end it was the pulsing of her pussy round my cock that set me off, her walls grabbing me like a vice and I felt my cock spurt into her as her head went back and her body shook and shivered. Even Sarah had abandoned the camera and was vigorously thrusting fingers into her sopping pussy as she joined in the orgasmic frenzy.

Cathy collapsed on my chest, I could feel her heart beating rapidly against mine as we both fought for breath. Sarah snuggled up to us, wrapping her arms round our bodies. "Wow, that was fantastic, I can't wait to see the pictures."

Gradually we calmed down and Cathy rolled away as my soft cock slipped out of her pussy. She fondled it gently with her hand, "I think it's had it," she joked.

"A bit like the camera battery," added Sarah, "I missed the end bit when it died. Still perhaps they'll both come to life in the morning."

It was barely light when I woke, both girls were fast asleep and I looked wistfully at their naked bodies, my mind wondering if I should wake them, but in the end I decided that perhaps it would be best if the wedding photographer wasn't seen coming out of the bridesmaids' bedroom in the morning and so I reluctantly crawled out of bed, dressed and carefully packed my camera away. I closed the door softly behind me and made my way home.

Editing the photos was a pleasure, as usual many got discarded, and I will admit to having several wanks over the good ones. Sarah's were good, she had a talent and I sent her a private copy of those, if I ever needed an assistant I would certainly bear her in mind.

Julie and James were delighted with theirs, well Julie certainly was, James I think was always just going along with whatever his extrovert, exhibitionist wife wanted. I made them two albums, the public one and the private one, needless to say I kept a copy of that one for myself.

A few weeks later my phone rang, "Is that Andrew, the photographer who did Julie's wedding?" I confirmed I was. "Only I'm getting married soon and Julie showed me the photos you did of her wedding and I want something just like that. Both albums," she added. My mind reeled, amazed that Julie had shown the private album to anyone else.

"Well that's something we can discuss, but what about your husband-to-be, is he comfortable with that?"

"My wife-to-be is very comfortable, in fact she's looking forward to it as much as I am."

"Forgive me for saying, but wouldn't you perhaps be more at ease with a female photographer in the circumstances."

"Oh, no, as a man you have an attribute that a woman doesn't have. One that we are both looking forward to very much."