"Alphabetically Yours" Gwen

by Julius
Copyright October 2005






The postman didn't bring anything on Friday. Gwen knew she'd have to skip the letter 'F' for a little while. She was too horny to wait. Gwen was going to have to move on to 'G'. She'd be Gwen this time. In short, be herself.

She sat and idly played with their latest toy, a digital camera. Pointing it up her skirt, she pressed the button. She saw the flash through the cotton. There, a cute snapshot of the crotch of her panties. She smiled, yes, perfect for what she had in mind.

Gwen had known Barry wanted to fool around with the camera just a soon as they'd bought it. She rather liked the idea. Take pictures and not worry about having them developed and seen by prying eyes.

She'd always fancied being photographed in the bedroom but having intimate pictures pour out of one of those machines in the camera store; no way!

The idea of taking pictures of Barry's cock ... getting him hard, being his fluffer. She itched to do it, her pussy to tightened at the thought.

She knew of course that he wanted her to dress up in her sexiest things and let him take pictures of her.







When Barry got home she grabbed him as soon as he was through the door and told him. Waiting until Saturday morning had become unthinkable.

His eyes lit up. "I'd love to," he said.

Somehow they got through supper. Gwen was sure that neither of them noticed what they were eating.

Gwen showered first and scampered off to the bedroom.


She brushed her hair, applied a dusting of talc, a little perfume and slipped into her robe. She toyed with the camera, waiting.

Barry appeared, naked, his cock small and harmless in its shock of reddish curls. She wanted very much to touch it.

"Well," she said, brandishing the camera, "thirty six shots on here, what shall we do?"

"I'd like to take some pictures of you," Barry said, his eagerness a delight for her to see. Oh, but she'd waited all day for this.

Gwen opened her robe for him. Barry grinned and reached to take the camera from her.

The flash was brilliant.

"Let me see." She took the camera and peered at its tiny screen. She frowned at the picture of her heavy, braless breasts.

"Hold them, like you do in the shower," he suggested.

She gave the camera back. She knew what Barry meant.He always got a kick out of it when she lifted her breasts in the shower while washing the soap from under them. She went through the motions for him, cupping her hands under them and taking their weight.The camera flashed. It flashed again.

"This works a lot better when they're soapy."

Barry went to the bedside table and got the lubricant. He handed it to her.

"I'd rather you did it for me," she said, giving her shoulders a little shake.

"I'll get the stuff all over the camera. You do it, I'll watch."

Gwen trickled a puddle of lube into her palm and wished wishes about her breasts. Too big, too heavy, why couldn't they be cute, hard little oranges? But Barry worshipped them. She sighed and began applying the oil.

She stared at his straining erection. Maybe big boobs did have a purpose. His eyes followed every move of her hands. She felt her nipples hardening, tickling her palms as she juggled her elusive breasts.

The camera flashed. "I wasn't ready," she said.

She cradled her breasts in her cupped hands, purposely lifting one higher than the other. This was the pose he liked so much. Another flash. Her nipples were like small ripe fruit, she felt little muscles rippling in her pussy. She was making wanting noises to herself in her throat.

Barry was looking at the camera's little screen. His hand slid down instinctively towards his cock. She saw him move it quickly away, a sweet, self-conscious gesture.


"They're lovely, you're lovely."


Her reluctance, her near embarrassment began slipping away. She began playing with her breasts, making them jostle and bounce in her hands. Barry just stared, the camera forgotten.

Gwen leaned forward and took her hands away. She felt the weight of her breasts pulling on her chest. She gestured at the camera.

Barry grinned, his eyes seeming reluctant to leave Gwen's bosom. He knelt to take a picture of her glistening, gently moving loveliness. Gwen ran her hands over them, loving the feel of her own softness, wanting Barry's hands on them. He kept clicking away.

The heat was building in her now. Straightening, she slipped the robe off her shoulders and wiped her hands on it. She reached for the camera and turned to face the the bedroom mirror.

"You sample the goods and let me take some pictures."

She raised her arms to give him access. His hands slid around her and began making love to her breasts. His palms seemed to whisper over her nipples, triggering contractions in her pussy. She stared into the mirror.

This was new for Gwen, watching the reflection of Barry's hands playing with her. How sexy it looked and how sexy it felt. His fingers digging into oil slick flesh. She felt and watched the slip and slither of her slippery breasts in and out of his hands. She forgot all about the camera ... her pussy was getting a million signals. Her legs trembled and weakened as her body tried to handle the flood of sensations between her thighs.

Her nipples glistened like swollen berries. Her breathing had deepened and she was squirming in his arms.

Gwen felt the hot rigidity of his cock nestled between her buttocks.

She looked up at his reflection in the mirror. He was grinning and she realized she'd been working her thighs together, grinding her ass against him. She'd been trying to bring herself off.

Gwen sensed her own wetness, felt her climax coiled, poised, inside her. She'd been riding her wave while Barry watched.

Taking the lube bottle from the shelf under the mirror she squirmed round in his arms and squeezed some lube on his erection. She turned back to face the mirror and felt his slick, hard cock against her.

Barry pressed against her and felt his sweet insistent presence. Cock in cleavage, slowly pumping up and down.

She thrust her ass back at him and heard him groan. Triggering the camera she caught him, eyes closed, with a look of ecstasy on his face. His hands slid up and found her breasts again.

For the next long while, there was much squeezing of breasts and pinching of nipples. Her ass writhed and squirmed as his cock slithered and fucked between her buttocks. The camera flashed from time to time as she caught the magic he was performing on her breasts.

Neither came, but both were close. She told him repeatedly how she loved what he was doing. He told her how lovely her tits and ass were.

Breathless, they paused in their play. Barry rested his chin on her shoulder. "Let's see the pictures then."

She held up the camera and together they looked at thetiny screen. God but it was sexy. There on the little screen, shots of Barry doing lovely things to her breasts. How big and soft they looked. 'I look just like a porn star,' she thought.

"I love them," he said.

"The pictures or my too-big tits?"

"The pictures of your perfect tits," he said in her ear, making her squirm.

"Twelve shots left, what would you like now?" she asked him.

"To fuck you," he said, "I want to fuck you."

"Oh yes, yes, but shouldn't we try and take the rest of these before we do?"

"OK, but ...," he ground against her ass and Gwen felt the hardness and the heat of his cock.


She wanted him so badly.

"How about a couple of pictures of you?" she said.

She wriggled away from him and dropped to her knees, pointing the camera at his cock. She pressed the close up button and gave a little squeal of delight.

"Oh my God! I can make you even bigger," she said and pressed again ... and again. Each time his lovely cock grew and moved nearer on the screen. She took thepicture.

"It's incredible," she held up the camera, "each vein and hair, every little detail, perfect. Just like the real thing."

As she spoke a drop of his precum formed, swelling from the the little slit.

"Oh yes!" she breathed and aimed the camera. The flash flashed and she looked at the little screen. The precum glistened in the picture. She felt a sudden contraction in her pussy and groaned. Her need was suddenly a very urgent thing. She leaned forward and caught the droplet with her tongue before it could fall.

She picked her robe off the floor and handed it to him, "Wipe your hands and take our picture."

Gwen took the head of his cock gently in her mouth and waited.

Barry took the camera from her and she looked up at him, her eyes wide, her mouth full of cock. As he pointed the camera she sucked, hollowing her cheeks. She heard him groan and imagined how she must look. God, but he tasted good. The camera flashed. She closed her eyes, loving the feel of his thick firmness in her mouth, pressing on her tongue. It would be so easy, so very easy, to bring him off. The camera flashed again through her closed eyelids.

She released him with a loud, sucking kiss. "How many shots left?"

"Eight," he said, his voice husky and trembling. He nudged his cockhead against her lips.

She grabbed his cock in her hand and rubbed its head back and forth across her lips. Then, releasing him, she scrambled to her feet.


"Perfect, a few pictures of my pretty pussy."

She heard Barry make some protest as she crossed to the dresser. She pulled open her very-full underwear drawer. On top was the little red thong she'd chosen. She struggled it up her thighs and pulled it, high and tight up over her hips. She felt it slide into her.Two flashes and a chuckle from Barry.

Gwen scrambled onto the bed. She crouched on her handsand knees, her breasts pressed into the duvet, her ass tipped up.

"Oh dear God," Barry murmured.


She pictured the strip of red crossing her anus and disappearing into the slit of her pussy. If it looked half as sexy as it felt ... would he take her picture or fuck her?

The camera flashed.

"You didn't ask me to smile," she complained.

"I smiled for you," said Barry

Gwen reached her hands back, grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled herself wider open. "There, I'm smiling now."

She saw the flash and flung herself over onto her back.

"Four to go, take a picture of my new thong."


She splayed her legs and reached down and ran her handover her pussy. She was soaked, her hand came away wet. The wetness of the fabric would show dark in the picture. She'd look as hot and wet and horny as she felt. Perfect.

He took the picture. Gwen spread her thighs even wider and pulled the thong aside, displaying herself. Another flash.

"Two to go," she said and gestured for the camera."Kiss me Barry." She took the camera from him squirmed her ass on the bed, offering her open pussy to him.

She actually screamed as his mouth found her.

"Make me come, make me come," she begged.

His tongue lapped the length of her furrow drawing her higher and higher. Her trembling began and his lips took the nipple of her clit and suckled. His tongue-tip teased at her. In seconds it seemed she was over her edge. She saw a flash and realized she'd taken a picture as she came.

She bucked under his face wanting it to never end and begging him to stop and sobbing and turning inside out and dying and ...


His mouth was gone. She groaned at the loss. His hands were by her shoulders, the bed moving as he straddled her. She felt him above her. A nudging at her pussy lips and then; the long slow slide of cock into her. So good, oh it was so beautifully, perfectly right as he filled her.

Then he took her, quickly, fiercely, his hunger a desperate thing. She welcomed the violence, revelled in the slam of his hips, the plunge of his cock. She grunted with each impact of his body. He strained and sobbed as his own orgasm stormed nearer. Then she was coming again and begging for cock, more cock, more cock, fucking cock. They both went rigid for thatblissful moment and turned to liquid as their dams burst.

Still at last, they lay on their sides, face to face, entwined. Sweetly, gloriously wet and breathing each other's breath, amazed at the heat and passion of moments before.

Gwen still held the camera. She held it up and pressedthe view button with her thumb nail. There it was, the last shot. Somehow she'd taken the picture. Down between her beasts, Barry's body over hers, and in the centre of the picture, his lovely cock, glistening, halfway into her, every vein, every hair.

"How do you like Gwen as Gwen?" she asked softly.

"My Gwen?" he touched the camera with his hand, "she's pretty as a picture."