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Model Behavior

by HotScribe


It is a hot summer's day on the sunny, white sand beach. But in my seaside villa, the air conditioner blows refreshing, cool air. I patiently await the arrival of my photographic subjects for the day and busy myself with arranging various lights and props on the set that I've created — a small gypsy campsite, complete with the fake exterior of a caravan. I don't usually spend a lot of time with pre-photographic production since a lot of my shots come from on-the-spot decisions, but I do like to make sure I know what's available and ready to use. The doorbell rings. I answer it to find Stacey, an eighteen year old model smiling at me. She has long golden hair and the brightest of blue eyes. "Hi! Am I on time?" "Oh, sure," I reply. "Come on in." Stacey follows me to the studio portion of my villa, where the gypsy set has been created, and I show her to the dressing-room. The doorbell rings again. "Back in a minute," I say. She nods, smiles at me, and I return to the front door. Waiting for me are Paige, a black-haired and violet-eyed eighteen year old; Gwendolyn, a ravishing nineteen year old redhead with green eyes; and Rachel, eighteen, a hazel-eyed brunette. "Hi, girls! Nice to see you again." I lead then through to the dressing-room where they greet Stacey. All of them have worked together as a group before, so the present shoot shouldn't prove to be a problem. "You've got about fifteen minutes to get ready, so hop to it." They giggle and joke as only teenaged girls can as the door closed and I returned to the set to put some finishing touches on the caravan. I always marvel at the way they can switch from being almost childish in their antics to maturity when on the set. About fifteen minutes later, the four girls appear from the dressing-room, all of them wearing gypsy-style clothes---colorful flounced skirts, white blouses with puffy sleeves, short vests, and various pieces of jewelry. Earrings, broaches, dangling bracelets, rings and anklets. They look extremely attractive with their makeup on, their long hair entwined with little flowers. I'm pretty confident I'll be able to get some beautiful shots- --not only for their portfolios, but as samples for my own as well. Laughing and whispering lightly amongst themselves, they glide on bare feet to the set and situate themselves in the positions I indicate to them to start with. I check the setup through the viewfinder of my camera. It looks good---a group shot of four teenaged girls. After several shots like this, I'll start breaking them up into singles and groups of twos and threes. I take several shots from this particular angle, then begin to move to another one. "Change positions, please, girls--it's looking great!" I encourage them. The four girls switch automatically to new poses quite smoothly because they've been doing this for a year or so already. Just then, during one of the moves, Rachel accidentally steps on Paige's toes. The younger model lets out a screech which sounds probably more for effect than actual pain. "Hey! Watch it, clumsy!" Then Rachel does something which, from my past knowledge of her, is totally out of character. Normally even-tempered and tolerant of such things, she suddenly shoves Paige backwards and yells, "Shut up, bitch, and get out of my way!" "Girls, girls--" I begin, putting my camera down, but now it is too late. The next thing I know, Paige has jumped on Rachel and both of them fall to the floor. Stacey and Gwendolyn shriek with surprise and step backwards and their two model friends begin to tousle on the floor, each of them pulling the other's hair and grabbing at clothes to try and get a good grip. Suddenly there is a loud ripping noise as Rachel grabs the front of Paige's blouse and pulls at it. The buttons pop off, the whole front of the blouse tears away to reveal Paige's small, but taut breasts. My first thought is to jump in there and stop the fight before it goes any further, but then I realize there could be some great photographic material waiting to be caught. I start clicking away. Stacey and Gwen suddenly move forward, each of them taking the girl nearest her by the arms in an attempt to restrain them both. But, apparently, Paige has a tight grip on Rachel's skirt and, as they're pulled apart, so too does the skirt. I notice Rachel isn't wearing panties. Then, before I realize what's happened, Rachel has somehow tackled Gwen and Paige has grabbed Stacey. Now all four of them are grappling with each other, rolling on the floor, crawling over each other, making it extremely difficult to decide where to focus for closeups on the action. So I just move in. Rachel, laughing now as she gets into the playfulness of the session, turns Gwen onto her back and swings her leg over to sit on her belly. She grips the red-haired girl's blouse, pulls at it roughly. The material tears easily, exposing Gwen's full breasts and dark nipples. She shrieks and heaves up. Rachel's thrown off-balance, topples to the floor, her legs splaying wide to reveal her pink, wet sex. She's barely on her back before Gwen grabs her blouse, stands, and yanks it up. The shirt shreds and Gwen yanks it off Rachel until the brunette is totally naked except for the jewelry. I run out of film, reach for my second, loaded camera and move to the other couple of girls. Paige and Stacey are tearing their clothes from each other, swinging each other around and somehow just managing to miss hitting my equipment. I'm not sure how many pictures I've taken when all four girls are naked,on the floor in front of me. They're all breathing heavily, their hair tousled, their make-up smeared and they look at me in a strange way. Gwen looks at the others and nods her head. Now I realize all this had obviously been planned out beforehand while they were in the dressing-room. But, it's too late to do anything about it. In the next moment, all four of them scramble across the floor, tackle me and hold me down, taking the camera from my hands. As Paige and Rachel holds my arms outstretched, Stacey undoes my belt and jeans. Gwen grabs them and jerks them down and off. The full, aching erection I've had during the whole fight sequence is readily visible behind my shorts. "Ooo---look at that!" exclaims Stacey. He's got a hard-on." Stacey takes hold of my shorts as Paige and Rachel let go my arms to grab my shirt. They pull it apart as my shorts are yanked down and off my feet. Gwen grabs the camera and shoots a picture. "If we're naked," she says with a giggle, "then you're naked." I glance quickly from one girl to the next, noting the different physiques--- small breasts, round ones, pear- and almond-shaped; narrow, wide, slender and full hips. They all grin at me, then three of them are lost to me as Paige suddenly stands astride my head and lowers her quim to my face. A hint of strawberry wafts my nostrils. I breathe in the heady aroma just as I feel three warm, moist mouths descend on my cock, one of them taking in the head, the others licking up and down the stalk. I moan aloud. "Lick me, " demands Paige. "I want to feel your tongue on my cunt." Obediently, I do so---lapping at the length of her labia, tasting the sweetness of it, licking around her hole, and she lowers it closer so I can suck on her clit, nibble at it with my teeth. "Omigod!" she groans to the others. "He's good at this..." And from the sensations rising from my cock, the three girls are not half bad themselves, each of them taking her turn swallowing the length of me, rising and falling upon my rigid rod, thrilling me beyond all expectations. In the next moment, they've switched positions and I'm tasting Rachel's delicious nectar, thrusting into the depths of her cunt with my tongue, running it back and forth in time with the up and down movements on my scepter of throbbing flesh. Then I feel them leave me. Rachel descends to the floor and I turn sideways to reach her. But she's replaced by Stacey and I taste yet a third honey-filled quim, devouring its sweetness. I take a moment 's pause to glance down, see Paige's mouth cover my cock while Rachel finds her way to Paige's cunt and Stacey buries her face in Rachel's. Within a few moments, I know I'm ready to explode. The sight of these four young women feeding on themselves and me is just too much for my sight. I thrust harder into Stacey's cunt with my tongue. All of them begin to groan and scream and moan aloud their ecstasies as they come one after the other. Finally I can hold back no longer. I cry out my passion and Paige holds me in her mouth as I fire one wet explosion after another, feeling the warm seed fill her, knowing she is swallowing it even as it discharges. A short while later, wet, sticky, but not yet exhausted, the girls inquire if I'm ready for another shooting session. I grin. More from HotScribe at http://adult14.100free.com/users/hotscribe or http://www.cadvision.com/woodheam


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