Date: 6/18/2017, Categories: Fiction, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Author: Griffin-slut-boy, Source: sexstories.com
The Pictures The next day, Sunday, found Jenn and me fucking periodically throughout the day. We couldn’t get enough of each other. It was getting on four in the afternoon when Jill knocked and came in. “Did I catch you in the middle of something?” she asked hopefully. Jenn and I had just finished our 5th sortie of the day into the world of sexual intercourse. Did I come each time? No. Did Jenn? No. That wasn’t the point. The point was we couldn’t keep our hands and minds off each other’s body, and we tried to douse those flames of passion by fucking. I’m happy to report the attempts failed miserably. “No, just missed us making wild, passionate love to each other out on the patio in broad daylight,” I kidded . “Darn,” she said, sulkily, and smiled. I so wanted to walk in on you two lovebirds doing each other.” Jenn giggled. ‘Talking about not being able to hit the broad side of a barn.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Jill asked quizzically. “Ted and I have spent a good portion of the day in bed, and on the kitchen table, against the kitchen counter, on the couch, and … where else, Ted? Oh, the shower. We’re dressed now only to take a breather. You have lousy timing, in other words.” “Okay, okay, I get it. Hey, look, the real reason I’m here is this. You two remember taking pics of my wounds?” “Yeah,” I said, “still got them on my phone.” “So, why did you take the pics?” I looked at Jill quizzically. “Just so we had proof of your injuries.” The bruises and whip marks had ... covered her body, except for her arms and face. Her neck showed strangulation marks from a rope, and as they fucked her from behind, they tightened the rope until she passed out. Then the S and M perverts fucked her in the ass while she was unconscious. Jill still fretted about other disgusting losers paying admission to fuck her while she was unconscious, but we had no proof that really happened. Jill remained quiet. “Okay ….” I said, wondering her angle. “Well, duh, Ted, don’t you want proof of your injuries from the beating the cop gave you Friday night? Can you say “law suit?”” Jenn and I looked at each other. “Now why didn’t we think about that?” Jenn finally asked . Jill said, “Well, it’s not too late.” I sighed. “Okay, get your phones out.” I stood up ready to strip. Jenn said, “Wait a sec. I got an idea. The woman who lives next to us is a free lance photographer. Why don’t we get her, a disinterested third party, to take official photos? Ted?” I thought about it for a few seconds. “You know, she was out on the landing as I was dragged naked to the cop car. So she’s seen me naked. I guess it’s no big deal to let her take the photos.” “Good. Let’s go see how much she charges.” The three of us marched out of the apartment and across the landing, and knocked on her door. Another woman answered the door. I’d never seen her here before, but then I’d only moved in a week ago. “Is Kate in? I’m Jenn, her next door neighbor.” They shook hands, and Jenn introduced Jill and me. ...