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This is a continuing story. The beginning of the story was called Drywood for no apparent reason whatsoever. If you want a presentation of the characters and start of the plot read the first parts.
As noted in part 6 the story now becomes four different stories, all overlapping in time but best told as one at a time. The other ones are called "Sailing", "Monas story" and "Breeding" and the prolog is in drywood part 6. This is the fourth with the start in part 6 with Yvette telling me to "make a woman of her" and here is "The story about Carrie" ....
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The story about Carrie. (That will test your patience as the story unfolds)
"I know who you are."
She had stated. And had asked me to take her picture. I had promised her to look into doing a fashion shoot if she for some reason wanted it. And then I forgot all about it until three days later when my phone chimed with an unknown number. I rarely answer those, more often than not it's someone trying to sell me something. But as I was preoccupied with something else I just pressed ok and said hello in the most businesslike manner.
"Its Carrie, the girl at the café."
A voice I didn't recognize, a thing I had forgotten all about.
"Yeeees??"
"You promised to help me with some pictures. When can you do that? Thursday?"
"Sure, I am free Thursday. Be here around ten -- is that ok?"
"Yes. We will be there around ten. I know where it is. C U "
And she hung up. Sometimes it is hard to admit that I don't remember, and I don't want to, and that it's inconvenient, but what the ***. The only thing I didn't notice was the 'we'. I should have known there was a catch.
And sure enough Thursday arrived and I had noted 'Carrie??' in my diary at ten and had no idea what was in store. Some kind of Korean extremely small car turned up at ten fifteen, and out of it tumbled the girl from the café. I am ashamed to admit I wouldn't have recognized her if I didn't know that it was her. On the other side of this small vehicle something extremely tall emerged. How the ** did she fit in that car? I would bet she was over 2 meters tall (Six feet plus) by any kind of thinking. Dressed in an ugly set of loose running attire. Well washed and completely without shape anywhere. She was introduced to me as Beth which I am sure was a nickname but I didn't even care to ask. Both girls looked nervous and out of place, and as I opened the door and asked them to step in they explained at length that traffic had been horrible and that's why they were late. I told them to don't fret about it and asked if they wanted a cup of coffee or something else and after a few minutes we were seated in my living room/studio with coffee for me and a soda each for them.
"So, why do you want me to take your pictures, and what kind of pictures do you want?"
"I want to try to be a model, and want a series of pictures to put in a folder to show"
I suppose the doubt that I felt showed on my face. Let's think; this little girl is maybe 1,50m (about 5 feet) tall and a little plump. Not that her clothes, blue jeans, and a sweater two sizes larger than necessary showed up much of her body shape.
"I mean, we have heard that you are good at that?"
"Ok, and you?"
"No, I don't want to be a model. I want to know how to move, and look, to appeal to guys. And have some pictures to show off."
"Ok. Let us see what we can do. I suppose you have some clothing you want to change into. There is a room in the other end there where you can change and a big mirror on the wall over there."
This can never be good! I was in doubt that anything could make either of them look good. Both disappeared with the bags they had and Carrie was first out. Now she had changed into some kind of super short dress. It was in some red indistinct color and clinging to all her curves in a not so flattering way. But at least now I could make out what she looked like.
I placed her in front of the camera and took a few shots.
"Stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself! What is your own comment?"
She stood there a second and turned to me with sadness in her eyes and sighed.
"Hopeless?"
"Nope! Are you willing to listen to me?"
"Yes... maybe"
"First: You have a pretty face structure, a nice body proportion. But your muscle mass is wrongly distributed. Stand up straight, put your hand behind you. You need to strengthen your core muscles. You need to get some muscle definition in arms, legs, stomach, and upper body and so on. Do you train anything at all?"
"No -- nothing -- should I?"
"Yes. Anything you want. Now go sit in the chair and don't say anything while I look at Beth."
She had come out in tight slacks, black, and a shirt in many colors and short sleeves. She had legs long as a cold winter and arms with a definite muscle tone. She was standing in front of the mirror tugging at the hem of the shirt and sloping like she was ashamed of her length.
I ordered her in front of the camera and took a few shots.
She had the same nervous look on her face, and a posture like someone trying to blend into the woodwork. I told her to stand up straight, and she obliged but with no real finesse.
"Ok, look at yourself in the mirror"
"Beth! I will be brutally honest. You have a posture like you were ashamed of your
body and trying to hide your length. Don't do that. You have long legs and a beautiful muscle tone in your upper arms, I bet you play basket! You should stand straight, look people in the eye and let your body shout out. Go sit down and don't say anything."
"Now you two! I will not take any pictures at all today. If you want and are up to a challenge I will do so in eight weeks. Beth -- you need to work on your posture and middle body shape. Go take a few dancing lessons, jazz, ballet, anything. Learn to move. I can see that you have the strength but not the movement. You are running and playing basket. But you need something else. Do 50 situps every day. Carrie, walk at least 5 kilometers every day, do 50 sit-ups, 50 pushups, and some other movements whatever you want. I am sure you can figure it out. Get some strength to your body. It's a question of shape, not weight. If you do that I will do my best to make you look good. What do you say?"
Both girls looked sad and agreed. No more was said about that and they left. Still don't understand how she managed to fold herself into that little car. I sincerely hoped that was the last I heard of them. How wrong I was.
(If anyone is interested in what happened in these eight weeks read first "Sailing" and then "Monas story" that tells about these weeks.)
Eight weeks later I was in the last stage of editing a big project (Monas project), and when the phone rang I was tired, grumpy, overworked and lacking sleep. So the tone when I answered,
"Hello???"
would have made anyone with half a mind slam the receiver in my ear.
"Hey, its Carrie -- your eight weeks are up!! Are you free Friday this week?"
It took several seconds before my overworked brain could connect the dots and remember who and what this was about. But a promise is a promise. Ok for Friday.
Friday came and the same micro small Korean vehicle edged its way into my yard. Carrie jumped out from one side, and I could see that she had been doing her homework. A bounce in the step that she didn't possess before. The lengthy figure of Beth on the other hand, folding herself out of this minicar gave nothing away. As usual she was dressed in layers upon layers of ill-fitting and ugly sweaters. I let them in and greeted them with a smile and told them to go change into what they wanted, and that the camera was set up and ready.
This time Beth was first out. Same black slacks, but this time a red top with just strings over the shoulders and that left very little to the imagination. She was walking like a dancer, you know this springy, strong, sure footed, and almost melodic walk. Head up, bright eyes and a big smile.
"You have done your homework! I said with a smile."
"Sure. And loved it. Now I dance jazz every week. It's fantastic!"
"I can see that. Now stand there, and half turn..."
And we took a series of pictures. And I showed her one or two. And then came Carrie. Same red dress, but man had she changed. There was a gymnast who once upon a time danced on TV - Shawn Johnson -- if you could imagine her with short cropped dark brown hair.
The camera loved her. I had her do a few poses and then showed her the pictures.
"Now for some real work. Do you have a pair of high heels? No? ok -- what's your size? I have a box of high heels over there pick a pair. And you too Beth."
"I can't wear high heels! I'll be too tall!"
Beth protested.
"Of course you can, gives you another stature. Just put them on!"
And the afternoon progressed, with a few changes of clothes and a lot of talking and laughing I managed to capture a lot of good shots on both girls.
Late afternoon I halted it all, made some food and sat them down to let them tell their story.
"We left here angry as hell last time. And hated your guts. Talked about it all the way home and decided to just show you. If nothing else so out of spite."
Beth was smiling as she talked but I could see the gleam in her eyes about how angry they had been. Carrie continued.
"And we started going to the same gym together, and they had a jazz class so we started that too. In the beginning it was not fun, just sweaty work and pain, but as the weeks went by it got better, and now it's just fun, and nice and rewarding. We now understand why you pissed us off like that. And you were right -- we look so much better now."
We talked for a long while and the darkness fell outside and the evening got late. They told me all about their training and how it had changed their lives. I pulled up their old pictures and let them compare with the ones I had taken this day. Eventually they began talking about boys and sex, and how hopeless their boyfriends had been. Carrie was sitting with her legs tucked up under her, and the short light dress she was wearing showed her hard nipples thru the fabric. Beth had a pair of shorts on and a very skintight top with just strings over the shoulders. I got slightly distracted by the fact that none of them seemed to have anything under. I had nothing to add, and no comment so I was just listening.
Both said that sex was just pain and no fun. None of their partners seem to have cared much about their experience and feelings. Carrie said that Anette had told them that they were wrong, and that sex could be fun and nice and so on. I felt slightly embarrassed, wishing that Anette had talked less, and didn't say anything at all. Eventually Carrie said:
"Which brings us to the second part of today! We have heard all about how great you are and how you can take a girl to unknown sexual heights and how you are packing a rather heavy gun. So now we want to get laid. Thoroughly! We want you to show us!"
You could hear the ticking of the stove in the other part of the house. The world stopped for a second. My surprise must have shown all over my face.
"You can´t be serious? I can't imagine what Anette told you but that was a special occasion. You have got something wrong here."
"No We Have Not!! We have had a series of no-good boyfriends, and I am on the verge of giving up completely. Maybe even try to bat for the other team, like Anette, but she said I should give it one more go. And how and with whom. She claimed that you were the only man she would consider taking to bed, ever. We want you to show us how it is done right, or if there is something wrong with us since none of us enjoy sex at all. It's just messy and painful and awkward and boring."
I sat there looking at these two serious girls. Their combined age would not reach mine. Beth had hugged her arms around her and was looking like she was considering leaping from a cliff. There was a slow fire burning in her eyes. I could see that this had taken some courage from her part. Carrie was flustered, red in the face and sitting on her knees on the chair. I could see the sheer determination in her. What an invitation. Any man would feel flattered.
"And how have you thought that this should work out? You want me to teach you to enjoy sex? Just like that? How do you imagine this should be done?"
If I had suspected that they would back down with that I was so wrong. They had thought this through in detail. Both girls almost ran up from their seats and caught me by one arm each and dragged me towards the bedroom. I was so shocked I just protested and came along. I might have been able to resist them, but the determination was such that it would have taken a lot of struggle. By the time we reached the bedroom Carrie had somehow dropped the dress and was completely naked. And I say completely, the little pixie of a well trained girl had even shaved and looked fantastic Body like dancer, tits with knobs hard as nails by now, and just sexy as **. Beth stood behind me and Carrie looked me in the eye.
"Well. Now for it. Teacher tech us. Show and tell -- use my body!"
And she pressed her naked body to me and rose up on toes and planted a big kiss on my mouth. Alright, enough teasing. I put my hands on her hips and let them follow her curves upwards. I could almost feel her body tingling. When I reached under her arms, I lifted her up and placed her on the bed.
"Ok. Shut up. Close your eyes. Just lay still."
"Every part of the body is sensitive to touch, some parts more and others less. By paying attention to the responses, you can find the parts that a person likes most."
And I started to touch her, like stroking a cat, slowly and lightly. Starting at the knees, slowly caressing her outer legs, her stomach, her arms and shoulders. I could feel and hear that she was sensitive all over, so I was slow and with finger light touch stroking her all over. Slowly moving upward and over the shoulders, caressing her neck and face and down all the way over her arms and belly down to the knees again. Just lightly touching her breasts as by mistake. Every time I even touched them, I could sense and hear her intake of air and slight hum. Then I moved both hands from her knees upwards and over her hips and up her stomach and touched her breasts.
The nipples was hard as small knobs and feeling them in the palm of my hand I gently stroked both at the same time. Taking one of the nipples between thumb and fingers and massaging is as the other hand started its journey on the inside of her leg down by the knee and slowly moving on the inside this time.
Carrie parted her legs like she was in trance and I could feel her body tighten slightly. The hand on the leg slowly and softly making its way upwards and ever so lightly touching the inside of her upper leg. Resting there while I moved the hand away and started to kiss her on the lips, and face and shoulders, stomach and suddenly taking her nipple in my mouth and massaged with my tongue. Now the sound has moved from a hum to a slight whimpering and I could feel and hear that the breathing was getting shallower. The hand on the leg slowly touching the inside of her hips, and slowly but gently moving to touch her pussy lips. Gently parting end exploring. I could feel that she was getting wet, liquid slowly forming inside her and the whimpering getting more constricted.
Massaging her tits with my mouth and one hand and letting the other slowly find its way to her clit, when I touched it she exploded. Body tensing and almost lifting from the bed and the whimpering changed to an expressionless Whoooo sound. Her legs clamped around my hand as I kept wiggling her clit, and the climax breaking out sweat all over her body. The climax was long and I could feel her body shivering and shaking all over. My hand caught between her legs kept on working her and she kept on letting out strange sounds until I could feel that she was over the edge and I took my hand away from her. She just clamped up on her side with her knees drawn up and her arms around the body. Panting like she had been running and with her eyes still closed.
"Wow that was intense!"
Beth's voice gave me a little start. I had forgotten we had an audience. I turned around and looked at her. She was sitting on the bed. Cross-legged. She had lost her clothes somewhere on the way and I could see her tits sticking straight out.
"Could you do that to me? Please. I mean I have never seen anything like it!"
She stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes and I could almost touch the tension in her. Now I could see apart from that she was tall, and muscular, and toned all over a red bush between her legs. She hadn't shaved. But she had some kind of nondescript browngray color on her hair?
"Why do you color your hair?"
I had to ask. While I was moving to sit beside her trying to get her to relax.
"Everybody thinks a redhead is easy, funny and so on. I have had bad vibes from it."
As she was talking I begun the touching and feeling, and soon enough I had her relaxed and starting to feel the warmth coming. She was a little less sensitive but when I started to feel up her inner legs she was warming to the touch. It took a while longer and a lot more touching of her clit before she started to shake and ohhh and sweat pouring out but sure enough, I had her purring and climaxing long and hard. When I extricated my hand from between her clamped up legs I could feel another pair of hands behind me pulling at my T-shirt.
"It's not fair, you haven't even started to undress and you could get me off like that. I told you I wanted to get laid! Come on!"
Carrie was manhandling me from behind, put her hands under my T-shirt and pulling upwards. I could feel her warm body with the breasts poking into my bare back. Shirt lost and she pushed me on my back and started to tug at my jeans. As everyone knows a belt and a pair of jeans is not easy to get off lying on your back, but she was determined. But since that meant that she had her back to me I started to inch her backwards until she was sitting on my face and I could get at her with my mouth.
The tugging on the belt stopped and I could feel that she enjoyed my tongue working on her slit. From the sounds she was making and the moisture leaking I started to do my best to her clit and soon she was humming and moving her hips in a small eight on my face.
That's when I felt a new pair of hands working at my jeans, and just lifting my hips slightly they gave up and was drawn down and discarded on the floor. I could hear it but saw nothing. My dick was by now rock hard and standing straight up as I was lying flat on my back. I could not see what Beth was doing but I could feel her hands gripping me and felt that she was sitting with one leg on each side, facing Carrie. I let go of Carrie and put my hands at work with Beths back and hips and let her move so that she was grinding on top of my cock. I could feel the hairs of her bush and the moisture from her snatch coating my dick that was lying flat on my stomach. I was helping her by holding on to her hips and moving back and forth.
Beth's breathing was getting heavier and I could feel she was enjoying it, when she suddenly lifted herself up and took a firm grip with her right hand around my dick and directed it straight to her opening. Slowly and with a lot of movement back and forth and up and down she was taking it in herself. She was almost growling:
"more... all of it ... gmrgllrrr.. all of it ..."
I could feel that she was tight but slowly opening up and finally she had worked herself down completely and I could feel her pelvis on my stomach. By gyrating back and forth she was grinding her clit on me and slowly moving my dick inside. The moisture was leaking out and I could feel how wet she was.
Carrie was climaxing all over my face. Just grinding and shouting straight out in the air. Beth was now facing Carrie and they were leaning in to support each other. Carrie lifted herself off my face with a contended sigh and sat down on my torso. All I could see was her back. Beth was moving with more and more energy and I could hear her growling passing over to a long almost howling sound as she clamped down on me. It felt like I was caught in a hard grip and she was just shaking as a long climax hit her like a thunderclap.
"Holy Crap! That was something else!"
Carrie said as she was helping Beth raise a bit on wobbly legs and falling on her side beside me. When she lifted I could hear the loud plopping sound as my still hard penis left her slit. It was wet, and the fluid was all over my lower torso. Beth was breathing like she had been running, and Carrie lifted herself off me and lay back on my other side.
Lifting her head up and looking at me she said.
"Still not fair! I have had three orgasms, and you haven't... you know... Go for it. Please."
Raising up on my arms I crept in between her raised legs and started to let my cock draw back and forth over her vulva and folds. She was not as wet as the other girl but wet enough. Slowly I was pushing myself inside her, and by using slow and small movements opening up her tight walls and moving more and more inside her. Nibbling her breasts and sucking on her hard nibs did the trick and as she loosened up I went all the way inside her. Bottoming out and even feeling some kind of wall at the end. Carrie was by now completely lost in feeling and uttering unintelligible things in a constricted voice. As I started to move in earnest, long strokes and pressing in on her clit every time reaching bottom she lost it again and had a series of small climaxes, building up to a big one when I could feel her clamp up on me and really milking me. By then I couldn't hold it any longer and sprayed her insides good and proper. The sound of her climax was long and almost howling. Good thing I live in this secluded spot in the middle of nowhere. Someone might think I was torturing her.
By now the bed was a mess. Crumpled sheets, stains here and there, and two satisfied girls in the middle of all that. We decided to clean up a bit, And even take a shower, all of us was sweaty from a hard day's work. The shower was big enough for all three of us and the towels on the rack was needed to dry us all off. Lots of fun and stuff in there. Beth even decided to try tasting a cock, a thing she had refused in her last lover who had tried to force her. She managed to get half of my cock down her throat and gagged, and I told her to leave it alone. Some girls like it, some don't. Do what you like and enjoy what you want. Don't force anything. After that we needed a snack and they decided we needed it in the nude. Snack was the name but some other things was in the game. Beth decided to sit perched dangerously on a chair while I pounded her good and long, and Carrie decided that I should penetrate her from behind when she was leaning on the counter. All in good humour and with lots of laughs.
The girls decided to stay the night and drive home early in the morning. None of us got much sleep that night, but it didn´t matter much. It was two satisfied and happy girls smiling all over and promising to come back that left in the morning.
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