Confessions of a 60's teenage pin-up magazine

Confessions of a 60's teenage pin-up magazine model

I was a naïve young girl in the early sixties, but I wised up a lot over the space of a few years. I grew up on large sprawling estate that lay a few miles outside the large town. I went to school locally, had friends, occasionally went into town on the bus. All pretty humdrum. My family were not close, my mum and dad were, to put it honestly, a couple of slobs. They took no real notice of me; as long as I kept myself out of their way they seemed happy. They liked the fact that I had a Saturday job, but only because they made me give them half of it. I resented them really. And I resented the lack of glamour in my life. My girl friends and I would talk about getting out, about the life we saw film stars and pop stars living. A life of having a local boy friend, getting married, living on the estate and doing a mundane job beckoned. It was depressing.

One day, Janet, one of my friends, took me aside at school and whispered that she was onto a potentially good thing, something had come up that she wanted me to share with her, because she said that we were both “the type” that could do it. I was intrigued. She explained that she had been working in town at her Saturday job, behind the counter in Woolworth's, when a man had come up to her and given her his card. “We could do with some girls like you,” he'd said, “ever fancied yourself as a model? Nice figure, long dark hair.. Very popular!” She'd been shocked and just stared at him. Then he'd gone on, “I'm sorry to take you by surprise. Just if you're interested. Give me a ring if you want to find out more. You can come along to my studio. Bring your mum or a friend. It's entirely up to you. It pays well...”

She showed me the card. “Alan Fielding. Photographer.” followed by his number and address in town. She said that since she and I share the attributes he'd mentioned, she thought the two of us could give it a go! I said I needed to think about it, but after school we chatted and decided it was our potential doorway to get out of our boring lives. No harm in giving him a call and asking if we could both pop along for a chat!

And so, a couple of evenings later Janet and I arrived at his studio. He seemed a nice bloke. Mid twenties I think, almost ten years older than us. I felt him looking me up and down as Janet introduced me. Then he explained what he was offering.

“As you can see, I'm a photographer, I do the usual stuff, weddings, christenings, baby photos and so on. But I also take shots of models for a number of pin-up magazines. Nothing sleazy, no nudity or anything. You may have seen them on the shelf in newsagents. Titles like 'Beautiful Britons', 'Spick' and 'Span', little mags like those. Just pictures of nice girls like yourselves being, what shall I say... hmm.. saucy! Yes, saucy. Little poses that guys like to see. A glimpse of underwear here and there, stocking tops, maybe a girl in a bikini. That sort of thing. In summer we do the shoots outside; they're very popular, but when its cold we sit you in my nice studio, centrally heated you know! What do you think? Could you bear to do something like that? You'd get a lot more than Woolworth's pay you. Cash in hand up front. Look, I'll go and make some tea, you two have a chat about it.”

I stared at Janet and she stared at me. “What do you think, Sue?”

“I don't know. It doesn't sound like we have to take our clothes off does it? I don't mind being in a bikini, I have a few. What do you think he means about glimpses of our underwear though?”

“I suppose he means like pulling up our stockings, so you can see our suspenders. Or leaning forward so you can see a bit of bra. You know how boys are always trying to look up our skirts, things like that I suppose.”

“Have you seen the mags he talked about?”

“I've seen some on the shelves, never looked at them, but I've seen boys in the playground with them, showing their mates. They have girls on the cover with their petticoats showing, tight jumpers and things like that. Looks OK to me. Are you prepared to give it a try?”

“Yes, why not see if we can just do a trial? Do you think he'll go for it?”

Alan returned and we asked him about a trial. He was happy for us to do one and as we drank our tea he showed us his studio. We were very impressed by the central heating and fitted carpets. Nothing like our homes; I often had to sc**** ice off the inside of my bedroom window! He had radiators!

“OK girls, come along, let's see... the day after tomorrow evening? Bring some nice clothes with you. Do you wear stockings or have you moved on to tights? Both are popular with the blokes. Bring both if you have them. Girdles, suspender belts, panty-girdles. We like our girls to wear their boobs nice and high, so get the bra straps as tight as they'll go. Bring a bikini or a swimsuit too. Both ideally. OK? Any questions?”

“Well, yes,” said Janet, “we will be keeping our clothes on won't we? I mean, girdles and things, we wont have to stand without our skirts and blouses on will we?”

“Oh, don't worry about that, skirts and blouses are fine, or a nice little summer dress maybe, the underwear will be just for a little teasing. We'll do some swimwear shots too though, see how you look. If the shoot goes well and I can sell the photos, there may be lots more work and money to come. All right? Well, see you on Thursday then.”

As we left, slightly in shock at what we had agreed to do, he gave us both some money and said to treat ourselves on some new undies. He gave us a big smile and said he was looking forward to working with us.

We were giggling as we left. This all seemed like a great adventure. He'd given us more money than we earned at a weekend; we decided we'd go into town after school the next day and get some nice underwear for our “shoot”! That night I couldn't sleep. Had we done the right thing? Would our pictures appear in the local shops? Surely the chances were slim? At least I had no worries about my parents disapproving – they couldn't care less. And the money looked like it was going to be good...

Next day Janet and I went into town and looked around the local department stores. I'd been looking in my underwear drawer and realised most of it was boring. The stores were full of delights. In the end, after much laughing and comparing, I plumped for a (wow) black bra and a black suspender-belt. Black underwear seemed so naughty! No one I knew possessed any. I also bought some fully-fashioned stockings, my school pair were saggy at the knee. Janet bought herself some new tights, again black (naughty) and a nice white panty-girdle. In those days if we wore tights (they were just coming in, mainly because of mini-skirts, but were expensive, and if you laddered a leg, we didn't like that you had to replace the whole garment!), we had knickers on under them, and a panty-girdle over the top. That's just how it was. Could get you a bit sweaty on a warm day, or in a warm house (if you had one...)!

So Thursday arrived and Janet and I arrived at the studio to be warmly greeted by Alan who wanted us to show him what we'd bought. He approved of our new purchases as well as the summer dresses, and bikinis we had in our bags, even the plastic boots we were wearing (very trendy...) and suggested the combination for the first set of photos for us both.

“All right girls, get yourselves changed in there,” he pointed to a small room off from the studio, “and I'll get the camera and lights sorted out.”

We were both nervous as we got dolled up. Alan wanted me in my black bra (“well hoicked-up” he said), black knickers, my new suspender belt and stockings, my white boots and my summer dress. Janet was to wear her new tights and panty-girdle under her summer dress. Also with her white boots. We returned to the studio to gushing praise from Alan. “Oh lovely, girls. Good enough to eat! That will do nicely. Let's get started.”

At this point I need to say a bit more about my opening statement. I was naïve, but in those days girls generally were. We usually had a boyfriend but we'd only go as far as snogging, or French kissing at most. That was considered daring. You'd get married when you were 18 or so, and you might have sex beforehand, but probably not. We knew about sex, but from a mainly technical viewpoint. Our mothers told us virtually nothing, just that “really its something men like...” Schoolgirls did get pregnant but they were always the “loose” girls and there was huge shame if they did; they were expelled from school and were ostracised by all. Boys would always be “trying it on” with girlfriends, trying to fondle a breast, or get a hand up a skirt. They'd be on the lookout for a panty flash whenever you crossed your legs. I had had a boyfriend like that some time previously and he had annoyed me so much with his attempts at fumbles, that I dropped him. So my experience in matters sexual was...minimal to say the least. As far as sexual organs were concerned, my main issue was with the damn periods and wearing the horrid sanitary towels. So that sets some of the context for our little adventure.

So we began. Alan got us to stand together for opening shots, then we had to hug each other, then gradually we were directed to strange poses where we bent down together, obviously so that more and more of our legs were visible, until it was clear that my stocking tops and Janet's panty-girdle were showing glimpses. Then Janet had to lift the hem of my dress to check my suspender supports. I was getting a little concerned at this point but Alan was very complimentary and it was what he said it would be. Then he got us lying on our backs with our legs towards his camera. It wasn't clear to me how much he could see, but he had lights focusing on us, so I guessed he could see a lot, what my mother called “next week's washing!”

As time went on he'd shoot us separately in similar poses. He liked the poses on our backs and I worked out that he'd often take a shot as we moved position, probably getting a shot of our knickers. Eventually we changed into our bikinis, which was fine as the studio was nice and warm. He wanted us to make sure the bikini tops were as he called it “hoiked up” again, so our boobs were up almost to our arm-pits, and must have looked bigger than they were, and with a large cleavage in the middle. In this gear he was interested in us sitting on chairs or sprawling on a couch. He encouraged us to let one leg slip onto the floor while the other was stretched out on the couch. He was getting shots of our gussets! “The guys will love these, girls. Really nice work, you're doing really well!”

After about two hours Alan declared that the session was over. We trotted back to get change and when we returned Alan asked: “So, how did you feel about it?” We said it was good fun, and hoped he could use the photos. “Yes, they'll be appreciated, I can definitely sell them, but do you want to do more next week? That's the main question.”

“We'll have a chat and give you a ring OK?” said Janet.

“Yes, of course. I hope you do, you're both naturals in front of the camera, real 'girls next door'! And, er, Sue, can you wear white knickers next time, if you decide to come that is. They contrast better with the black sussies. Maybe buy some new ones, nylon if possible, and not too thick, its nice to see a hint of what's underneath. Janet, the panty-girdle is great with the dark tights, but could you bring stockings and knickers too? We'll wait for warmer weather for more swimwear shots, but today's were great for samples. We can do some outdoor ones when its nicer. OK, let me know, but in the next couple of days please, so I can make sure the studio is free. Bye then!” And he handed us both cash. Much more than a Saturday job paid!

“Yes, we'll call soon. Thanks again Alan.” I replied and off we went.

We found a coffee bar open and sat and chatted about the experience. “What did you think of the bit when we had to lie down and he took photos up our dresses?” I began.

“Yes, I noticed that. But I suppose its just what anyone sees if you sit down awkwardly. One of my Aunties is always showing her stockings and knickers when she sits on our settee in the front room. I think she does it on purpose, to give my Dad a thrill!”

“What about when we had to open our legs in our bikinis and he could take shots of our gussets? That seemed a bit rude to me.”

“Well yes, but let's face it, you can't actually see anything, its just the sort of pose that our Mums say we shouldn't do. At least mine says I should always keep my legs together, its not lady-like to have them apart; not demure, she says. I assume boys like it though, knowing your rude bits are just underneath the gusset. I imagine that's why he takes those sort of photos. Anyway, it doesn't really bother me. The money is good, shall we say we'll do it again then?”

“Oh yes, go on then,” I said, “as you say, we're not showing anything people don't see on the beach are we? And I like the money. Are you going to buy some new knickers like he said, ones that you can almost see through? That sounds a bit much to me!”

“Yes I think I will. Not too see-through, just a little bit. And they'll have a gusset anyway won't they? Anyway, I'll ring him tomorrow and say we'll see him next week.”

“OK. Lets shop for knickers after school tomorrow. I think he might want more open leg shots, so I think I'm going to trim my hairs down there, I don't want them poking out round the sides.”

“Good idea, me too.”

And so we went home, slightly excited, pleased with the money, a bit apprehensive about what we'd have to do the following week...

As agreed we were to be found the next afternoon in the lingerie sections of the department stores in town. We deliberated over knickers, watched carefully by the assistant at the till who often asked if she could help us. We just shook our heads. Eventually we chose ones that were pretty, white nylon and quite flimsy. I ended up with some that seemed even finer in texture than Janet's, but she got the last pair of the ones I think I'd have been happier with, but they had a cotton gusset so I reckoned they'd be OK, as long as it was just one of Alan's glimpse shots up my dress. Janet had called him to say we were OK to have another session, and he had suggested we come in again on Monday, rather than the Thursday, as the studio was free. We agreed. He also suggested that we wear skirts and blouses rather than the summer dresses. That was fine with us, it meant we could dress before we set off, and not have to change at the studio. And we didn't have to bother with bikinis either. We weren't sure about wearing tights and panty-girdles, but decided to bring some along too. I'd bought a new pair of tights in the shop and I had a standard issue white nylon panty-girdle. so we were all set.

Our Monday session was a bit different from our first one. Alan treated us as if we were professional models. I felt a little like he was taking us for granted, there was no pussy-footing, he just told us to get into poses, no negotiation. But, we swallowed our concerns and went with it. After the first fully clothed shots, we were directed to hold our skirts up at the front to show stocking tops, then higher and higher until our knickers were fully visible. It was at this point that I became acutely aware of how flimsy my own knickers were. Janet told me afterwards that a dark patch was visible at the font of mine, my hair down there was showing through slightly! Hers were a bit less flimsy, but emphasised her mound.

After that we had to get on all fours and skirts up over our backs. Alan made us move our knees apart, so that our panty gussets would have been the focus of attention. Then, while still wearing all our gear, we had to lie on our backs again, then, and this seemed extreme to me, lift our legs up vertically then, gulp, open them in a V shape! I was mortified, but Janet did it so I followed suit, though I thought it was a disgusting pose, and felt myself getting red-faced in embarrassment. I told myself that my face wouldn't be visible, but then Alan came closer and framed me looking at him above my panty gusset and between my legs.

I think he could tell I was uncomfortable and he paused the shots a while and he made us tea. I asked Janet if she was happy about the poses and she just said it was all fun and she felt excited and nice while she did it. I wasn't sure, but Janet seemed Ok so I decided to enjoy it too. It did feel different somehow, being rude about showing my underwear and my body. And it was flattering that Alan liked us and said others would love the photos.

After we'd finished our tea Alan asked us to undo our blouses. “Just open them”, he said, “let the front open a bit so we can get a glimpse of your bras.” I looked at Janet who said it was OK, we'd had shots taken in our bikinis after all. So there we went, but of course it didn't stop there, we had to remove or blouses eventually, and modelled in just our bras, “hoiked up” as Alan wanted, so we looked very pert indeed. We had to lean forward for cleavage, push our boobs together and then we had to touch each others cups. Then of course we had legs apart shots showing our knickers, with skirts raised, then we had to remove the skirts. I told myself this was showing no more than the bikini shots, but I knew knickers (especially almost transparent ones – well nearly) and bras, along with stockings and suspender belts were hardly the same! Janet kept smiling at me and said she was feeling sexy. I guess I was too; it seemed so naughty showing Alan all my body in my underwear, no boy had ever seen me like that. And the disgusting poses began to excite me. Even when he asked me to touch Janet, first on her bra cups and then on her bottom. Then he asked her to pull the front of my knickers outwards and look down the front while he took photos from the side; at least he couldn't see down there!

What was going on? We were squirming around in the studio, dressed only in our underwear, opening our legs, bending down showing our knicker-clad bottoms, wearing knickers that you could see the dark of our pubic hair through (mine especially!) and pushing our breasts together like... well, I suppose, like “loose” girls. But at least we weren't showing anything really, and we weren't having sex and putting ourselves at risk of a disgraceful pregnancy that would bring shame to us and ruin our lives...

Finally Alan said he'd run out of film but that what he was getting was “dynamite” and while we dressed, he went out to return with even more cash for us than before: “There'll be more for you girls if you keep this up. I can get many buyers for you two's work. How about coming along on Thursday again, the studio is still free? Good to strike while the iron is hot, and you are both naturals. We'll do more of the underwear stuff, so get yourselves some more nice knickers – you know, similar to the ones you have on today, especially Sue's. Perhaps some nice little black ones, make sure they're nice and thin though!”

I had a worry; not so much about him basically wanting transparent knickers, but... I stammered out: “Alan, my.. my period is due by then, I'm certain. I really don't think I'll want to be wearing a sanitary pad while we do this. I don't think you'd like it either!”

“Blimey girls, sanitary pads? And those awful things you have to wear to keep them in place? Haven't you heard of tampons? This is the 60's you know. Get modern!”

“But you have to put them inside you! I couldn't do that! That seems awful. It doesn't seem right!”

“Oh, Sue, you silly goose!” said Janet, “you're joking, I've been using Tampax for ages! They're much better than those old fashioned towels. Why don't you?”

“I don't like to touch down there, let alone put something up me!”

“What?” said Alan, “Don't you ever touch yourself, don't you bring yourself off, you know, wank... er... masturbate?”

“I don't know what you mean!”

“Give yourself pleasure, you know, rub your clit, get your pussy all nice and wet! Janet, surely you know what I'm talking about?”

“Oh gosh yes, Alan. Sue, you and I need a chat! Alan, we'll see you on Thursday, I'll get Sue some Tampax. Thanks for the money. Bye!”

And with that she hustled me out of the studio and we were back at the coffee bar as she told me about masturbating and how nice it is. I was amazed, I told you I was naïve! So there was more to the sex thing than men getting their fun, women could have fun too!

That night, in bed, I took off my knickers and pulled up my nightie, tentatively feeling myself and... and my... pussy! It seemed so wrong, but I felt myself, my legs apart and I ran my hand lightly over my hairs, then further and gently touched the outside lips of my vagina. They were dry and I didn't want to make myself sore. Janet told me I should wet my finger or use some Vaseline; so I sucked a finger and got saliva on it before re-trying. This time it felt nicer, smooth feelings as the lips opened and I felt a little inside. Then I realised that I was getting wet there. It was nice. I was getting red in the face as I continued to feel inside, rubbing along the lips and dipping a finger up myself. But after a while I realised nothing more was going to happen and I stopped and drifted off to sleep. Maybe it isn't as great as they made out?

Thursday came but my period didn't, although I now had Tampax in my handbag just in case. Janet and I entered the studio, this time wearing matching black nylon knickers which left hardly anything to the imagination. They still offered some crotch protection by having a cotton gusset, but were essentially sheer at the front and back. I kept my legs very tightly together in the bus into town, and we didn't go upstairs. I didn't want anyone to get a sight of that!

This time the studio and Alan seemed to have different atmosphere. I probably imagined it, but there seemed a kind of tension in the air. And instead of tea Alan offered us some wine that he had chilled in the studio fridge. I felt nicely relaxed as we began the shoot. This time we went straight into posing separately and together just in the underwear. Alan was very taken with our see-through knickers. “Loving the new panties, girls!” he gushed, as he directed us in the usual open-legged poses. Then: “How about trying something a bit more teasing? Some back views of you undoing your bras would look great. You wouldn't actually be showing your boobs, except maybe from the side. No nipples or anything. That would be very popular.”

I blushed when he said nipples: “But that would mean YOU would see our boobs, Alan!” I protested.

“Oh dear girl, its nothing I haven't seen before, many, many times. I've been photographing pin-ups for years. Honestly, what do you think I am, a m*****er or something? I'm a professional photographer for god's sake!”

“Oh, OK, as long as the pictures are like you say. Teasing. Ok with you Janet?” She nodded and smiled.

And so we had a series of shots taking our bras off. Alan was as good as his word, only taking shots from the side or back, but he did persuade us to have some taken with our hands covering our breasts. Inevitably he got to see us topless as we changed position, but he didn't stare and behaved professionally. We took a break and Alan offered us more wine as we put our bras back on.

“So how did you get on with the Tampax, Sue?” he asked. I thought he was a bit over-personal, but I felt nice and said Janet had helped me get over my worries. “So you touched yourself too did you? Did you have a nice feel?” I looked at him, summoning a cross face, blooming cheek! “Oh, Sue, don't be like that, I only want you to explore things you'll like!” he laughed.

“Well, if you must know, yes I did have a feel of my private places, but I can't say it was anything much.”

“What, Sue?!” exclaimed Janet. “Didn't you bring yourself off?”

“Well, I got a bit wet down there if that's what you mean.”

“Didn't you cum?”

“What?”

Janet and Alan looked at me in amazement. “You really don't know what to do, do you love?” asked Alan and I began to cry. “Oh I'm sorry you dear girl! You really do need to learn. Janet, why don't you show her what to do. I'd be happy to oblige, but I don't think she's ready for that!”

Janet said: “What? Really, you want me to demonstrate how to masturbate?! Really?”

“Why not, we're all relaxed here, its nice and warm, no-one's coming in. You're both stripped down nicely. Seems ideal to me. I'm not going to tell anyone, or do anything to you. Go ahead, help your friend out.”

Janet went quiet, then went over to the couch and lay back, as Alan and I watched. I found myself holding my breath as she slowly reached down and removed her knickers, pulling them down over her suspenders and stockings. Then I gasped as she opened her legs, like for our photo shoot, but this time without any covering, all her vagina was open and on view to us. Janet closed her eyes and licked her fingers then began to explore herself, teasing the folds and moistening up as we watched. With one hand she held herself open while her finger probed inside and she just got wetter and wetter. Then she began to concentrate her actions above her inner lips, a little hard bud at the point they joined, something I had noticed but ignored. Alan broke the silence.

“She's gently touching her clit,” he whispered to me, “Her clitoris. That's the most important part. Look how wet she's getting. Listen to her breathing, it won't be long now...”

I was fascinated. Janet's legs fell wider apart as her breathing intensified. She looked like she was in another world. She even lifted her legs up higher and we could see her bottom hole. It was a really rude position, but wonderful too. I was getting feelings I'd never experienced. And Janet was doing this in front of me and a man! I could hardly believe it. Then she started shaking and bucking and shouting: “I'm cumming, Oh god, I'm cumming. Oh god its great!” and wetness just seemed to ooze out of her as she plunged three fingers up inside herself, in and out for about half a minute.

Alan spoke: “Now that, young Sue, is a great wank. THAT is how to masturbate. I don't think you did that at home did you?”

“Gosh no. Wow, I never realised. I had no idea...”

“That was blooming intense!” breathed Janet. “My goodness, I've never had one like that before. It was showing my minnie off to you both! It was SO naughty. So dirty!”

“Nothing dirty about it girls! Its natural and its wonderful. Well, Sue, are you going to try? You're not shy are you?”

“Oh no I couldn't! I just couldn't! Not for my first time, not showing my front bottom and everything! No, I really couldn't!”

“Oh come on now, Sue,” said Janet, “I did it.. And I survived didn't I? Go on!”

“I don't know if I'll do it right. I haven't practised like you have!” I said.

“I'll do it for you, Sue!” exclaimed Alan. “That way you'll learn more. I'll bring you off; Janet's here to make sure you're safe. Eh, Janet?”

“Yes, Sue let him do it. Come on, off with your knickers, lie down here and let Alan help you cum!” and she advanced on me as I stood stock still in shock at the idea. She grasped the waist band of my tiny knickers and pulled them down, showing Alan my little hairy triangle. I was powerless to stop her, the wine was obviously helping remove any resistance. She pushed me down on the couch and Alan knelt alongside me. I felt ashamed and excited at the same time. Everything, or just about everything, was on show. Janet had made sure my legs were apart and my fanny, my minnie, my... pussy was open. My granny's words came back to me: “keep yer 'and on yer ha'penny my girl! Don't let nobody in there 'til yer married!” and I reached down to cover myself up.

“Oh. Come on Sue, don't spoil it for yourself,” said Alan as Janet nodded. I felt his hand on mine as he gently removed the obstacle. “Now that's a lovely sight, Sue! You're definitely ready, certainly nice and wet. Now relax as I just lightly touch your lovely lips. That's it, just relax and enjoy it. There, nice and wet, let's feel inside a bit. Yes, even wetter. I use my finger to gently get some of your juices onto your lips then, keep relaxed as I very, very lightly touch your little button. There, that was Ok wasn't it?”

It was definitely Ok! I was in that other world that Janet had entered previously. I felt myself opening up even more as he caressed my clitoris, something I didn't know existed until minutes ago! Not covered in our sex education lessons! I was getting more and more wet, as I heard Alan whisper to Janet. “Now this is something you may not know about. Watch closely and you'll want to try this yourself next time... Sue, I'm just lifting your legs up a little, OK.” I felt one hand under my bottom as he lifted me and with the elbow of the hand he was rubbing me, he pushed my knee upwards. “Janet, you could lift her legs up a bit for me please..” and I felt her take over. I was now fully splayed open, legs up and apart and my anus was obviously on show now too. Totally exposed. “Now I'll get some of Sue's juices on this finger on my right hand as I keep up the action on her little clit with my left hand finger. Now, I'm not putting it inside but I will very, very gently let this finger touch her anus, ever so lightly. There. Lovely. It feels so smooth there. Lots of nice nerve-endings. Look how she's drooling out of her pussy, look at all the juices!”

My god this was wonderful, it seemed so rude, but the finger just teasing over my bottom-hole, and the simultaneous gentle action on my clitoris almost had me fainting. I was feeling hot. I was breathing heavily and then... I felt it rushing up me, from the depths of my vagina. I thought I was peeing but it was just vast amounts of juice and then the shattering climax, rocking and wrenching my body in an ecstasy I had never before experienced, but knew I wanted to more; again and again. Fabulous! Alan had his fingers up me, three of four of them I think. In and out, heightening the pleasure. Janet was laughing and rubbing herself between the legs. “Oh God Alan, “she said, “That, I must try!”

I couldn't speak. I just lay back exhausted. Alan removed his fingers, Janet started rocking and jerking again, “Oh god I've done myself again!” she shouted.

“You should have let me do you too, Janet” said Alan, smiling. “Look girls, I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have done that; its probably ruined any chance any boy is going to have to give you a better time! But at least you know what to aim for now! Maybe you'll need to find out how to give boys a good time and bring them off too, I could show you...”

Neither of us responded, we just looked at him. Janet probably felt the same as me, exhausted and satisfied. Certainly not ready to do anything else with Alan. Yet. This was all happening very fast for me, I was leaning huge amounts about myself and my body and the world of sexual gratification. I was acutely aware of my nakedness now, and I hastily covered myself and put my knickers back on.

“OK, probably a bit too soon for that eh? Perhaps when you've thought about it, you know? Nice safe environment to learn some valuable life skills... Keep it in mind. Now, how about some more photos, eh?”

“What, after that?”

“Why not, we had a nice break, there's still film in the camera, you're both nicely relaxed now. We should get some nice shots. Tell you what, just cuddle up with each other and I'll start snapping.”

So, Janet and I lay down on the couch and began hugging each other, both of us now in our underwear.

“That's lovely girls. Sue, lie on your back and Janet, kneel over her. Great, keep your bottom up, Janet. Lovely! Sue, open your legs, lets see your nice panty crotch. Super! Janet, just put your hand on Sue's gusset.”

What? But I was powerless to stop it as Janet's hand rubbed my crotch. Damn that felt good too. I felt myself getting wet.

“Excellent. Janet, now just crouch beside Sue as you rub her there. Open up a bit more Sue. Great. Now Janet, just slip your hand down the inside of Sue's knickers, that's it. Is that nice, Sue?”

I gulped, “Yes, its nice, are you sure photos like this are OK?”

“Oh yes, nothings showing, just left to the imagination. These will be very popular, more money for us all definitely. Janet, with your other hand, just pop it into her bra, so you're fondling a boob at the same time..”

I felt Janet's hand probe under my bra cup and my nipple hardened under her touch. Alan was focusing in closely. Then I felt Janet's finger touch my clitoris and slip inside me. Seconds later I came again, thrashing around as Alan captured me in the throes of delight.

“Oh, well done girls!” he said. “No faking that was there?”

“Oh gosh, Sue, sorry about that, I got carried away, are you OK?” asked Janet.

“Yes, I'm fine. Its all a bit overwhelming isn't it?”

“Its all good stuff you two! Come on, swap places. Janet get on your hands and knees, knees apart, let's see your nice bottom in your knickers. Fab. Sue, do the honours, rub her gusset!”

And so I found myself, kneeling next to my best friend who was on all fours on the couch, her almost transparent knickers to the fore, a man with a camera pointing at her crotch, as I used the flat of my hand to gently rub her. I could feel her vagina lips and her openings. I could feel her bottom-hole through the thin fabric and as I rubbed I could feel her getting damp. Alan wanted me to look at the camera and I blushed as he snapped me. Then he wanted Janet to look back at him as I rubbed her. Then the direction:

“Slip your hand inside her knickers Sue. That's right. Down the back, between her cheeks. Very nice! These are great shots, yes rub down further, open a bit wider, Janet. Great. Yes, Sue, get to work on her pussy. Slowly, let me get some closer shots.”

And I continued, I was feeling wet myself, but Janet was dripping. Her vagina was sopping wet and my hand just slipped and slid over it, my fingers slipping up her occasionally. Then she began to slowly rock back and forwards and I couldn't help a finger going up her anus! She gasped and Alan looked as if he realised what had happened.

“Oh, did you get a finger up Janet's small hole, Sue? Yes, I see I'm right. Fabulous, get a finger in again, and one in her pussy too. No, tell you what, take your hand out Sue, and put it in from the side of her gusset. Now, get those fingers in her holes so I can see the fingers disappearing. Wonderful, the panty-gusset is hiding her holes, but its obvious what's going on! Amazing, blimey this is gold-dust!”

And he snapped away furiously, as I went at her, my fingers sliding easily into her secret places. Then Janet put a hand under herself inside her knickers and began to rub her little button. Seconds later she came off for the third time!

“Oh crikey, oh flippin' 'eck” she screamed as she rocked and shook again. “That's me done. I can't take any more. Oh I'm totally exhausted. It was wonderful but I can't do any more, Alan. You must have got enough shots now surely?”

“Oh fuck, yes” he swore, and I thought that was rude. “It's too much for me too. You girls are stars, you really are. Look I'm sorry, but I just have to...” and to our shock he started unzipping his fly. Then, while we watched, he got his penis out of his trousers, and it was a sight I had never imagined; it was huge and red and pointing upwards - nothing like the drawings we had seen in our sex ed. lessons. And Alan was holding it and rubbing it furiously, red in the face and panting when suddenly with a cry of relief and a thrusting of his hips, he began shooting white stuff out of it. Sperm! There was loads of it and it splashed all over the couch. Goodness. My mouth opened wide and my hand went up to it. Gosh.

“Oh, crikey, sorry girls. Watching you two was such a turn-on. I thought I'd cum in my pants if I didn't do that. Well, now you know how to bring a boy off! I'd have preferred it if one of you had helped... though I guess you did with your little performance! Wonderful!” and he put his penis back in his trousers, zipped himself up and got a tissue and wiped down the couch. I looked at Janet. Then we both burst out laughing! Alan joined in.

Eventually we all calmed down and us girls got ourselves dressed, though my knickers were soaking wet. Alan gave us even more money than we'd had before. “I'll be making a lot from these,” he said. “Those photos won't be in the usual little mags; my agent will sell these in Denmark I expect. Or some specialist here in the UK. We could be onto something here girls. A nice little earner for us all. Assuming you're up for continuing. We'll still do the bread and butter pin-up stuff, but if you're up for the other stuff, we could be onto a winner. I have some ideas for our next shoot. Next week again OK?”

Janet tried to look nonchalant, but I could see she was excited by the money as she counted it. “Yes, I suppose so. It was quite fun wasn't it?”

“Well, if Janet says OK, it's fine by me too,” I said. “See you next week.”

When we got outside we hugged each other and laughed. “Look at how much money we've got!” said Janet. “I'm going to get some more underwear, Alan will love it. Corsets and things. Wasn't it fab? How did you feel about doing all that in front of him. I wasn't sure at first but it was fun wasn't it?”

“I suppose it was. I certainly learned a lot. It was amazing. I can't believe I had all my privates on view to a man, and let him stick his fingers up me. But it felt wonderful. I'm a bit worried though. Are we loose girls? Did that count as having sex? I know we can't get pregnant from it, but … well, you know... it was almost sex wasn't it?”

“I think its called 'petting' or 'heavy petting', its not really sex, cos he'd have to put his thing up you for that. But can you imagine what that would be like? It was huge wasn't it? I wonder what it would feel like; would it fit? I found myself wanting him to put it up me!”

“No!”

“Yes, I did! It looked so great, and we did that to him. He would have been really wanting to have us. And the sperm coming out, that would have shot right up inside us wouldn't it? What would that feel like?”

“It would feel like getting pregnant Janet, that's what it would feel like!” I said.

“True, but he was thrusting so much, that would feel amazing. He'd have to wear a Durex then.”

“You sound like you want him to have you! Do you really?”

“Oh I don't know. I felt like it at the time; I still like the idea. We could experience it without any commitment or having to go out with any of the stupid boys at school. We could make sure he had a Durex on, and he obviously knows what to do and to give a girl pleasure. Boys don't, they just want to feel you up and get up you!”

“Oh I don't know. I'm still suffering from shock. Good shock I suppose. And all that money, and more to come! Lets go shopping after school tomorrow and I'll join you buying some more undies. I'm thinking if this goes on, I'll give up my useless Saturday job.”

That night in bed I had troubling dreams. I found myself touching myself and I made myself cum; I was wet down there and I rubbed my clit and my bottom-hole like Alan had done to me. I found myself thinking of Alan's penis, how hard and strong it looked. Janet was right, what would it feel like thrusting up inside me?

Next day, after school, Janet and I were once again in the department store. I bought myself some new stockings and a nice suspender belt, that had extra suspenders on it, long line too, so quite deep compared to my usual one. I also got a lovely new bra, called a balconette, that lifted me wonderfully and hardly covered my nipples at all. It seemed really decadent. Janet got herself a really nice corset with cups for her boobs and buttons at the crotch. We got ourselves some waist slips too, we thought that would be another layer we could use for teasing and we both bought ourselves shoes too, with nice high heels that we could hardly walk on, but we knew we looked good in them! We were really getting into this modelling lark. And thinking about sex all the time too. The boys at school seemed really boring and we cultivated a sort of aloofness with them; it was as if we were out of their league. We thought we knew so much. It's funny really, that we had a lot still to learn!

I had my period that weekend, so I tried out the tampon idea. It was strange at first, but having had Alan's fingers up me, there wasn't a problem. At first I was aware of it inside me, and that reminded me of fingers... but after a while I didn't notice it any more. By the time of our next photo session my monthly curse was over thank goodness.

When we went along for the next shoot, Alan greeted us with a big grin. “Girls, its great news. A publisher in Denmark has been in touch. He really loved the latest pictures, has paid handsomely for them, so I have a little bonus for you already, but, well, the thing is, he's prepared to pay a lot more, and I mean a lot, for more explicit stuff!”

“What do you mean, more explicit?” I asked, though I had an inkling of what he was going to say.

“Nothing you haven't already done, you know, hands rubbing each other's parts, fondling boobs and so on, and nothing I haven't seen of you both. Just that this time it would be captured on film.”

“Pictures of us without our knickers on, without our bras on, with our legs open? Pictures like that you mean?”

“Yes, things like that. There's a great market for it in Denmark and Sweden, and in Germany. Mags over here don't show those shots, so they'll not be appearing in the local newsagents, so don't worry! But its a big market and the publisher really likes girls like you two. Very popular over there. It'll be a regular job, well paid for a few hours a week, maybe as much as you'd get for a full time job, and you're still at school, you'll be rolling in it!”

Janet and I told him we'd need to have a chat and he went off to get some drinks. When he returned with glasses of wine we told him we'd do it; the temptation of the money was too much, and he'd seen our privates and our breasts hadn't he? And no-one was going to know locally were they?

“Excellent girls, a wise choice. Let's see your new gear then, drink up and get changed and we'll start shooting...”

And so, the next stage in our education began. We were embarked on a road towards a new destination as the cheese-cake material gave way to rather stronger content. Alan was very appreciative of our new underwear and it was exploited to the full as we started on the traditional teasing shots, stockings peeping, cleavages, little scenarios where we posed together holding our skirts up or adjusting each others undies. Then we moved on to legs-apart shots of our knicker gussets, more and more ungainly poses as Alan zoomed close to our spread thighs, looking up at us as we straddled him, then hands holding our breasts and fingers down our panties. After that we pulled our gussets tightly against our vaginas so hair was clearly visible at the edges, and we moved our boobs in our bras so that the areolae peeped over the edge.

Alan was keen on shots of us on all fours, our boobs now swinging free after the bras were discarded. We had to cup each other and pinch our nipples to make them firm. I was getting wet between my legs without immediately realising it. And Alan snapped away.

Then, the time had come and we discarded our knickers, though we were still wearing our suspenders or corsets, our heels and our stockings. I was nervous when it came finally down to it. It wasn't so bad when we were just standing or lying down with our hairy mounds on display, but eventually we had to splay our legs and offer up everything to the camera. I was extremely aware of my vagina lips opening and I knew the wetness would be obvious. I forced myself to look at Janet's privates and could see she was in the same state of excitement! Alan was focused tightly on her vaginal lips and her anus! He was red in the face and sweating as he took his shots of us both.

“Wonderful girls, now just reach down and pull the lips apart a little, lovely, yes, that's great. Yes, let's see inside. Really nice. Sue, pull them open a bit more, great. Can you just bring your legs a bit more towards your chest, fabulous, now just pull your bottom apart a little, so your little anus will open some more. Yes? Great. Janet, do the same will you?”

“Why will they want to see pictures of our bottom holes, Alan?” I asked.

“Oh, its just the fantasy girls, they'll be imagining sticking their cocks up there, not just in your pussies. Nice and tight in the smaller hole. Very popular apparently.”

“That's disgusting! Do people really do that?”

“You girls have SO much to learn!” he laughed, “Yes of course they do. And they have group sex in some magazines, two men and a girl or two girls and a man. One girl sits on the man's face while the other one sits on his cock. Or one man will have his cock in a girl's pussy while the other one puts his in her bum!”

“What?” said Janet. “Really? How do they do that? Is it possible?”

“Oh its possible all right, I've seen pictures. One guy lying on his back, with the girl straddling him and his cock up her, then the other guy goes up her anus from behind. They look as if they're having a great time, especially the girl! Usually has a big grin on her face at being fully filled up. “

“Bloody hell, I wonder what that feels like? I mean two men up you at the same time. What am I saying? What must it be like to have a man up your bottom in the first place; it must hurt?” All this was blurted out by Janet. I was just stunned.

“You do know that that is how homosexuals have sex, don't you? You just need lubrication. Apparently the girl gets used to it quite easily if its done gently. And you don't get pregnant!”

“Good grief!” said Janet. “I had no idea.”

“Well, you did ask,” said Alan. “Anyway, let's get on with it. Where were we?”

“You wanted me to hold my bum-hole open you dirty man!” I replied. Keen to get it over with and to have another chat in private with Janet.

“Go on then. Great. Nice and open. Come on girls let's have you side by side. Legs apart, knees to boobs. Pull those lips open. Now, Sue, pull Janet's lips apart for her. Great. Now, pop a finger inside her, that's it. Work it in and out. Yes, now two fingers. Turn them about a bit. Wow, she's getting juicy. Fabulous. Now Janet do the same to Sue. Yes they'll love this. Now, Sue, on all fours please, hold her bum cheeks apart for her Janet, love. Nice. Blimey she's dripping! Get some of that juice and smear it over her lips and her bum-hole. That's it, gently rub over her holes. Great, I'll get plenty of shots of this. Nice close-ups too.”

I was shocked at first but under the gentle teasing of Janet's fingers, and the naughtiness of the situation, with my secret parts all open and on display to Alan's camera, I was producing copious amounts of lubrication; I could feel it dripping out of me. And then, as her fingers lightly caressed over my anus, I felt it open! Involuntarily; but it felt so good, and then her finger went up inside me, as if I'd sucked her in. I heard a groan and wasn't sure if it was me or Alan. Probably both of us!

“Oh yes, just like last time girls! Only Sue gets the benefit this time. That's it Janet, a finger in each hole please. I need to capture this. No panties in the way this time! Lovely. Oh, they'll REALLY love this.”

And I felt the indescribable pleasure of a digit in each hole. It made me think of what Alan had said about two men having a girl together. What would it be like to have two hard cocks in there instead of Janet's fingers? And as I thought it, I felt the orgasm creeping up on me and began to writhe and buck as it took over. Alan snapped away and I could see an enormous bulge in his trousers and he gasped and sweated as he shot the pictures of me. I almost fainted as I watched Alan put down the camera and go up to Janet who had taken her fingers out of me and was panting away herself.

“Janet, do you want to help me out?” said Alan. “I have a Durex in my pocket. Are you up for it; want to feel what a cock's like inside?”

“Oh god yes, Alan. Get that thing up me. I can't stand it any longer!” And she lay back on the couch, legs wide open and Alan got his cock out from his trousers. But this time he didn't rub himself off, he undid the Durex and pulled it over his engorged manhood, then, with it sticking upwards he lay on Janet and thrust it right up her as she gasped with the intrusion it. I was sated but intrigued at watching my friend lose her virginity in front of me. I was fascinated and came closer to watch the action. Janet was as wet as I had been, and Alan's big cock was sliding in and out at a great rate, both of them groaning with pleasure as he shafted her. Long strokes, increasingly intense. I saw her put her hand down to touch herself, touching her clitoris as he went up her. I couldn't help but reach out and touch her too, inserting my finger in her anus as he filled her vagina. I could feel him through the membrane. The extra pressure must have helped them as they both began to climax together and Alan shot into the Durex and Janet thrashed about. Then all was still as they subsided and I removed my finger from her.

“Oh Christ that was wonderful!” said Alan. “I wish we had that on film! How was it for you Janet? Did you like cock up you?”

“Oh it was beyond what I hoped for! Thank you Alan, it was marvellous. So big inside me. So hot. I'm exhausted!”

“Maybe you could have a try next time, Sue? What do you think? Did that look good to you? Want to join your friend in experiencing a man for the first time?” Asked Alan.

“I don't know. I need to think about it. Its all a bit much at the moment. So many new things to think about. I need to take it all in. What we're doing in front of the camera. How we're showing everything. Its overwhelming. All the things you're telling us too. And the money. What do we get for today? How are things going to go for the future?”

“Well I can safely say that you'll be getting a lot of reward for the things we shot today, I'm happy to give you a nice big advance. I'm also happy to see to you Sue, like I did for Janet. I can take care of both of your sexual needs, no worries on that score, no messing about with inexperienced boys. And we can milk the Danish market for years as long as we deliver this sort of stuff, and you two keep delivering. More outfits, more raunch. Wherever you're up for, I can sell it, and share the rewards. Look, before next week, go up to Soho and get some different kit. Peep-hole bras, split-crotch knickers, trashy stuff. Its cheap up there, I can tell you where to go. Then next time we can ring the changes and pile on the really sexy stuff. OK? Here's the dosh. See you same time next week?”

Janet and I had a lot to talk about after that. In fact, that was the time everything changed, and really its the end of my story. Alan began to take care of my sexual needs as well as Janet's. The next session saw me losing my virginity to him, aided and abetted by Janet. The sensation of his huge penis reaming up inside me was unforgettable. I don't think any photos were taken that evening, instead we explored the possibilities of two girls and one guy. I learned the pleasure of being eaten out as I sat on Alan's face, while he was in turn impaling Janet as she sat astride his cock. I enjoyed licking and tonguing his and Janet's anuses, and fingering him as I brought him off with my other hand. I experienced licking Janet's pussy as Alan buggered her. And I let him bugger me! It was amazing. At subsequent sessions, Alan bought a double-ended dildo that Janet and I shared while he took shots. At a further session we sued two such dildos, one in our anuses and one in our pussies at the same time, while Alan brought us off by rubbing our clits. We also enjoyed taking shots of us peeing, often while being fucked by Alan, or peeing on him, or on each other, or Alan peeing on us!

We were earning big money and Alan taught us photography skills as well as sexual techniques. This enabled us to take shots of Alan having each of us, often in the most disgusting and revealing positions imaginable. Eventually we started our own company and purchased a cine camera, learning its use to make short films which we sold via Alan's agent and were sold in Denmark and Germany. The films are still accessible now on streaming sites. I hope we're no longer recognisable...

We made one of the first DP films too. We engaged a well-hung guy, Mark, to join Alan in having sex with us. It was strange to pay someone to fuck us but worth it, both for the experience and for the profit! That first DP was phenomenal, I couldn't stop cumming... the sensation of two huge cocks up me; anus and pussy! Amazing! To be honest, all my DPs are amazing! There's something about having both your holes filled by hard throbbing muscle, thrusting up deep inside you. But I liked it when they stopped thrusting too; when they just stopped with their cocks deep up me and I just gloried in the sensation of being full, and of course that I turned them on so much that they could maintain hard erections in me for ages. Wonderful!

Yes Janet and I came a long way in a short time. We made a lot of money and eventually hit the big time in the dirty movie industry. So much so that I retired years back.