Photomodels

I’ll warn you right away. The story is not mine. A few years ago I came across it on the Internet and my photographer soul liked it so much that I kept it. Now I’m sharing with you, dear readers.

Bank of the Volga, sand, trees. The sun was already quite high when I was about to leave my house on the beach. After yesterday's disco, at a nearby camp site, I returned to the house at about six o'clock in the morning, having slept until lunch, I got up, washed my face, and, having decided not to go to the canteen, to be honest with this food that we were given in the canteen, I could only snack on vodka, and I didn't want to drink in such heat, I left the house.

From the veranda there was

a wonderful view, the water was about twenty meters away, at each house there were rowing boats half pulled ashore, and across the wide strait stretched countless islands and islets that were covered with dense forest, on some of them you could find a decent place for swimming, and beyond these islands was the original Volga.

Taking a bag with a camera, two spare flash drives and a bag of cold beer from the table, I headed to the shore, stood near the water for a while, thinking about where to go, although this question was rather rhetorical, because in order to photograph nature, I had to swim to the islands. The entire coast, as far as could be seen, was built up with camp sites.

Having put my things in the boat, I pushed it into the water, jumped into it and directed it to a small island that was located in the depths of this ridge. I noticed this island quite a long time ago when we were taken on a pleasure boat. I was attracted by the small gentle slope of sand and the dense greenery, but what attracted me most was the complete absence of people there. The opportunity to be alone, outside of your house, at our camp sites was practically absent as such.

The journey took about forty minutes, quite far, you can understand why no vacationers swam to this island; when the bow of the boat hit the shore, I exhaled with relief. Having tied the boat to a tree trunk, I moved towards the beach. I specifically tied the boat near the trees, where it was less conspicuous than on the open sandy shore. Sitting down under a tree on the cool sand, I took out a bottle of beer, uncorked it and drank it with pleasure, almost in one gulp, then opened the second one and began to slowly sip from it, prolonging the pleasure.

When it was empty, my hands moved a little away from the oars, now I could start shooting. I got up and, hiding the package with the remaining four bottles in the shade under a tree, went into the interior of the island. The camera hung on my chest, and my empty bag dangled at my side. I spent quite a long time choosing the right panorama, and finally I found what I needed. After taking a few shots, I heard some voices, fir trees, and as soon as I moved a few meters away from the shore, someone managed to appear there. Through the foliage I saw two girls trying to drag the bow of the boat ashore, but they succeeded with difficulty; the name of their camp site was emblazoned on the side of the boat.

They were quite cute, slender long legs, neat butts, thin waists, one had short dark brown hair, and the other had blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Unfortunately, their faces were not visible, but it seemed to me that such girls could not help but be beautiful. Judging by the fact that they were wearing T-shirts and swimsuit panties, although they could hardly be called panties, they were probably going to swim and sunbathe naked. Mechanically raising the camera and catching the right moment, I pressed the button, then, looking at this image on the display, I was once again convinced that they are very attractive, especially when they bend over. Their tanned, flexible bodies and smooth skin excited me, but I didn’t want to sit in the bushes and watch them, secretly taking pictures.

— Hello,” I said, going ashore, “Won’t I bother you?”

- Oh! – the blonde burst out, “Where did you come from here?”

— Sorry, of course, but I’ve been here for quite a long time,” I answered, smiling, “I’m photographing nature.”

As I expected, their faces were very pretty, the blonde - big blue eyes, a slightly upturned nose, plump lips that hid dazzling white teeth; the second girl was almost a copy of the first, the only difference was the color of her hair. The thought flashed through my mind that they were twins.

- Where is your boat, or did you arrive by plane? – a girl with dark blond hair took the initiative. “How did you get here?”

— There’s my boat,” I said and pointed to my boat.

As if on command, they turned their heads in the indicated direction, seeing a boat with the name of my camp site written on the side, they noticeably relaxed, the first smile slid across their beautiful faces.

— So you are a photographer? – the blonde’s eyes sparkled.

— Well, I can’t say that I’m a photographer,” I answered, “but I’m very interested in photography.”

- Yes? But you can’t tell that from a camera,” the second girl continued to amaze me with her powers of observation and sensible thoughts, “A professional photographer I know will have a camera that’s simpler than yours.”

She hit the nail on the head, the camera was very cool, a friend of mine brought it from America and gave it to me for my birthday with a bunch of various accessories and a laptop, which was now in the safe of the head of the camp site. In general, he brought this camera to his wife, who worked in one of the newspapers, but upon arrival from the States, he found her in bed with two lovers at once. Being very proud, he immediately filed for divorce, and this equipment was first lying in my apartment as a warehouse, and then became my property.

— Yes, the camera is very good,” I answered.

— Please show me the nature that you photographed here,” the blonde asked.

I picked up the camera, quickly erased their photo and handed it to them. It was clear that the girl with dark brown hair was very well versed in this kind of thing, since she focused her attention on those shots that I liked most.

- Not bad, but why is there so little on this particular island? – looking at me carefully, she asked.

— I’ve only been here for half an hour at most,” I answered.

She sat on the side of the boat and began to look through the footage again. I approached her and asked:

- What interested you?

— I can’t understand why you shot these shots from such an angle? – she answered thoughtfully.

- Oh, this? - yes, the girl knows not only a professional photographer, - I want to make a photo collage if I don’t find something else to do this evening.

- What do you have... Oh, sorry, you! And do you have a computer with you? – her eyes widened in surprise.

— Maybe we can get to know each other and get on the same page? – I suggested, “My name is Dima.”

— Natasha,” the blonde quickly answered, and, nodding towards the second girl, said, “and this bore’s name is Diana.”

— I’m very pleased,” I replied.

— Us too! – Natasha also quickly answered, looking at Diana.

Diana showed her her pink tongue, and then turned in my direction and smiled, looking into my eyes.

- Dima, you didn’t answer.

— Yes, there is, if you don’t believe me, I can show you in the evening,” I answered. – As far as I understand, you are relaxing at a nearby camp site?

— Okay, let’s see,” Diana didn’t want to believe it.

— Fuck you,” Natasha intervened in the conversation, “damn, there were two photographers.” If you are such a fanatic of this business, then I have long dreamed of being photographed,” she was silent for a while and added with a smile, “maybe even in different poses...

- Aha! Roll your lip, do you know how much one photo shoot costs? – Diana answered Natasha, but looked at me very carefully.

— Or maybe I want to act somewhere where they will pay me for it,” Natasha answered. “Maybe I have such a dream.”

— I see,” Diana smiled, “uterine rabies again?”

- Stupid! – Natasha was offended.

- Girls,” here I already intervened in the conversation, “let’s not quarrel, if you want, I can film you, but there’s no need to swear.” Fine?

They looked at me silently, then looked at each other and began to take bags of things out of the boat. They spread a large blanket on the sand, and meanwhile I took out a bag of beer and offered them beer. Oddly enough, they did not refuse. We sat on the blanket, they were a little embarrassed by my presence, their T-shirts remained on them. I suggested that they take off their T-shirts, having broken a little, the process began, Natasha was the first to get rid of her T-shirt, her breasts were amazing. Fully formed, with small nipples sticking out in different directions, catching my gaze, she ran her hand over her flat tummy and raised her hand to her chest, touching her nipples with her finger, which made them tense and stand up.

— Such beauty needs to be immortalized,” I said, swallowing, and reached for the camera, “do you mind?”

— Yes, she’s just waiting for this,” Diana said, and, after a pause, added, “I’m wondering, if they offer you to star in porn, will you immediately agree or will you break a little for the sake of decency?”

— Immediately! – Natasha answered and rolled her eyes, feigning pleasure.

After thinking a little about which angle to choose, I pressed the button, Diana watched me with curiosity. Then together we began to see what happened. The photo captured the girl’s elastic breasts and tender neck against the backdrop of a dazzling blue sky, her nipples sticking out in different directions, giving this picture an indescribable eroticism.

— Not bad, without preparation,” Diana said.

- Cool! Will you take this photo for me? – Natasha sparkled with her eyes.

— Of course I will,” I assured her.

- I want more, isn’t it difficult for you? – Natasha looked at me with a pleading look.

— Maybe his card is already full? - Diana intervened.

I stood up silently, took my camera bag and took out two more cards. Natasha, clearly not understanding what we were talking about, looked at me with surprised eyes, and Diana smiled mysteriously and, slapping Natasha on the shoulder, said:

- It seems you will try everything today.

- Yes? Is this film? – Natasha didn’t know that digital cameras use a memory card.

— Yes, film,” Diana smiled, “Get ready, we’re going to film you now.” Dim, do you mind?

— Of course not,” I answered as indifferently as possible, although something indescribable was happening in my soul. I once tried to shoot a naked girl, but she was so complex that I barely had the patience not to yell at her, so after that I did not quite adequately perceive this opportunity, but Natasha was clearly not like that, her sexuality spilled out of her with every movement. It’s good that the swimming trunks pressed my “buddy” a little, otherwise he would have stuck out like a lamppost.

Diana, undoubtedly, knew very well what to do and how, she helped me so skillfully by correcting Natasha’s actions and postures, which delighted me. When a dozen and a half photographs were taken, and these were ready-made photographs, I quickly erased the ones we didn’t like, I noticed how much the eyes of both girls were shining.

- Well, Natasha, shall we film erotica? – Diana looked at me flirtatiously.

- I always agree, but what about you? “Natasha came up to her from behind and her hands from below grabbed her breasts, hidden by a T-shirt.

Diana shuddered, her body was covered with goose bumps, and her nipples instantly hardened, standing out through the thin fabric. When I started to raise the camera in order to film all this, Diana slowly threw her head back, clearly playing along with me. Natasha enthusiastically stroked her chest and stomach, putting her hands under her T-shirt; soon the T-shirt was thrown aside. Diana's breasts were in full view; they looked a little smaller than Natasha's, but her nipples were larger, in a word - beautiful.

Now Natasha began to kiss her shoulders and neck, Diana's eyes closed in pleasure, and her hands moved from her breasts and were now stroking her elastic thighs. I began to walk around them from the side and, finding myself behind them, took a photograph of them from below, the shot turned out just right. Natasha's elastic ass, divided by a blue stripe of panties, the pink petals of her slit peeked out from under this stripe on both sides. It was noticeable that the fabric was damp, Natasha was already wet. Her hands were already stroking Diana’s ass, she did it so erotically that I only had time to press the button. Soon her hands began to pull Diana’s swimsuit off, she clearly liked it, she threw her head back and her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and from time to time a light moan escaped from them. Natasha's tongue was already caressing her back, soon her panties went to her T-shirt lying on the sand, the dark hairs on her pubic area were neatly trimmed and resembled a tick.

Diana turned to Natasha and their lips merged in a kiss, this sight was damn exciting, especially when Diana began to take off Natasha’s panties. When her panties were on the sand, Diana knelt down, and her tongue began to caress Natasha’s tummy first, and then slid along her light pubic hair to her pink slit. Natasha only spread her legs wider, opening the way for her to her treasure. Now I found myself behind Diana’s ass, it looked very appetizing, a small dark spot of the anal passage, pink slits shiny with her juice and a raised tubercle of the clitoris. She clearly saw where I was, and, without looking up from Natasha’s slit, thereby causing loud moans from her, Diana began to spread her buttocks with her hands, revealing the hole of her vagina to my gaze.

As you understand, all patience can come to an end, especially when they do something like this in front of you. Putting the camera aside, I put my hands on top of Diana’s hands and pressed my tongue to her slit, caressing her tender pink lips, the excited tubercle of the clitoris. At first she shuddered, but not because she felt my touch, but because I began to suck her clitoris, and then, tearing away from Natasha’s slit, she began to moan confusedly, constantly breaking into a scream. Natasha looked at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement, walked around and knelt down next to me, and began to carefully watch as I licked her sister’s hole. When I began to plunge my tongue into the vagina, I heard Natasha’s moan added to Diana’s screams, only after I looked at her, I noticed that Natasha was massaging her clitoris with her finger.

With one hand caressing Natasha’s tender wet slit, and with my tongue continuing to lick Diana’s hole, I could hardly restrain myself from jumping up, taking off my swimming trunks and inserting my penis into one of these tender holes. My chin was covered in Diana’s juice, and my fingers were covered in the juice that was oozing from Natasha. Diana twitched, her scream was abruptly interrupted, her body trembled slightly, and she came, her body went limp, but she remained standing in this position. I turned to Natasha, her eyes were closed, her breathing was ragged, her skin was covered with goosebumps, realizing that she was also in a pre-orgasmic state, I intensified the movement of my fingers in her slit, and caught her protruding nipple with my lips. A minute later she came, screaming loudly and drenching my fingers with thick liquid.

When their groaning died down and thoughts appeared in their eyes, I, looking at them carefully, began to take off my swimming trunks, my penis immediately took a fighting position. Natasha reacted to this with enviable enthusiasm, taking his hand by the base and closing her plump lips around the head. Her tongue worked wonders, giving me indescribable pleasure. Diana stood up silently, took the camera and began taking pictures of us. Natasha enthusiastically sucked and licked my penis, almost all of it ended up in her, then she squeezed her lips around the head, while I moaned so loudly that Diana, leaving the camera alone, came up to me and pressed herself to my lips. Her nimble tongue entered my mouth and began to move so skillfully that I felt dizzy and almost lost my balance.

While Diana and I were enjoying the kiss, Natasha pulled away from my penis and, bending over, exposed her ass. Diana reluctantly peeled herself away from my lips and reached for the camera, nodding her head towards her sister, dripping with juices.

— Well, come on,” she whispered, picking up the camera.

Kneeling down opposite Natasha’s ass, I ran the head of my penis along her wet, invitingly open, pink slit. Natasha gasped loudly and arched even more. When I, without meeting any resistance, began to enter her, Natasha moved back, pushing her vagina onto my penis all the way. Ее попочка двигалась навстречу моему члену, который то медленно, полностью выходил из ее влажной и горячей дырочки, то резко, полностью влетал обратно, упираясь во что-то, внутри ее и ударяясь яйцами, от чего раздавался специфический звук.

Вскоре ее стоны переросли в сплошной крик, ее затрясло, голова упала на руки, и я почувствовал, как на нее накатила волна оргазма, как захлюпал в ней мой член. Теперь пришло время кончить и мне, я вытащил из нее член, он был покрыт густым слоем ее смазки, и, уперев головку в ее попку, стал тереться им об ее анус, волна оргазма накатила на меня, полностью подавляя мою волю. Сперма вырывалась из моего члена мощными струями, покрывая Наташкину спину и попку большими матово-белыми каплями. Когда мое извержение окончилось, я бессильно упал на песок.

Диана с улыбкой ходила вокруг нас, потом, когда мы с Наташей, пришли в себя, и к нам вернулась способность мыслить, опустилась около нас на колени и протянула мне камеру.

— Посмотрите, что получилось, — ее голос был возбужден и сбивчив, а глаза сверкали.

Да, кадры были впечатляющие, конечно мы кое-что удалили, но в основном это было связано с тем, что Диана не совсем уверенно держала камеру из-за того, что сама была в состоянии дикого возбуждения. Наташа заворожено смотрела на эти кадры, на ее щеках заиграл густой румянец.

— Ты, что, смущаешься? – я провел по ее плечу рукой, она съежилась от моего прикосновения, посмотрела на меня широко раскрытыми глазами.

— Я не думала, что это так выглядит со стороны, — стесняясь, ответила она, — это так классно…

Диана взяла камеру и быстро начала перелистывать кадры, явно что-то пытаясь найти, потом отдала ей камеру. На дисплее был кадр, где было заснято ее лицо в момент оргазма.

— Это самое эротичное, что здесь можно было снять, это самый сильный кадр, — Дианин голос звучал очень убедительно.

Она отдала Наташе камеру, Наташа с огромным удивлением рассматривала свое лицо на дисплее. Я рукой коснулся Дианиной попки, проведя по ее мокрой щелочке, она дернулась как от удара током, резко повернулась ко мне, в ее глазах играли чертики.

— Ну, я не такая податливая, как она, — улыбнувшись, сказала она, быстро вставая с колен, — Тебе придется немного потрудиться.

Она направилась к деревьям, прибавляя шаг, я тоже поднялся и пошел за ней, обернувшись, Диана улыбнулась и побежала, ее высокая стройная фигурка манила меня. Я кинулся за ней и вскоре догнал ее. Когда мои руки коснулись ее плеч, она резко остановилась и повернулась ко мне, я еще продолжал двигаться и поэтому практически налетел на нее. Мой возбужденный член уперся ей в пах, а мои губы впились в ее губы. Теперь мой язык проник в нее, ее руки нежно обняли меня за шею, а мои руки гладили ее упругую попку. Я не мог больше ждать, я хотел ее, хотел как безумный, как последнее животное, мой член стоял как телеграфный столб. Перевернув ее к себе спиной, я принялся ласкать ее грудку руками и целовать ее плечи и шею, как это делала Наташа, ее глаза закрылись, и с губ слетел легкий стон. Ее грудка была восхитительна, как впрочем, и она вся, я немного согнул ноги в коленях и мой член проник между ее, немного расставленных в стороны, ножек.

Ее щелочка была очень мокрой, а по внутренней стороне ее бедер стекал ее сок, от прикосновения моего члена по телу Дианы пробежала дрожь и ее попка стала подвижной. Мой член сам нашел дорогу к долгожданному месту, мне только надо было сделать движение. Диана уперлась руками в дерево и прогнулась, пропуская меня в себя, очень осторожно, сантиметр за сантиметром продвигался внутрь ее влагалища. Взяв руками за ее тонкую талию, я начал движения, постепенно увеличивая силу, вскоре она кричала, а я с такой силой насаживал ее на свой член, что мне казалось, что я ее порву, но ничего поделать с собой не мог. На нее накатывала волна за волной оргазмов, с ее губ уже не слетал крик, ее силы были на исходе, я тоже был на подходе, и когда сперма стала проситься наружу, я попытался вытащить из ее дырочки свой член, но она стала умолять не делать этого.

— Мамочки! – вырвалось у нее, — Нет, в меня…

Я был в восторге от этого предложения, и с радостью наполнил ее узкую дырочку своей горячей спермой, она кончала со мной, наши крики слились в один. Когда мы пришли в себя, то услышали, что у нас за спиной стонет Наташа. Повернувшись, мы увидели как она, облокотившись спиной на дерево и опустив левую руку с фотоаппаратом вниз, правой рукой ласкает свой клитор, закрыв глаза от удовольствия. Диана, быстро освободившись от моего члена, подошла к ней, оставляя за собой след из моей спермы, которая вытекала из ее дырочки и стекала по ее стройным ножкам, и осторожно взяла у нее камеру. Рука Наташи, освобожденная от фотоаппарата, быстро нашла сосок левой груди и стала его ласкать, немного погодя ее тело дернулось, и она кончила, криком оповещая все округу. Диана снимала все это на фотоаппарат.

— Ну, теперь пошли пить твое пиво, — улыбнувшись сказала она, опуская камеру, — Пить хочется, да и ты, наверное, не против, после таких упражнений?

— Пойдем, — утвердительно ответил я.

После этого знакомства, мы все время проводили вместе, даже научили Наташу фотографировать, чтобы мы смогли любоваться не только ее фотографиями…