Subject:     My First Nude Photoshoot 
Story Codes: mf oral exhib
Diary Date:  January 8, 2000 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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I was fourteen when I gave my first blow job.  From there is wasn't that 
big of a leap to losing my virginity after which I had sex with my 
boyfriend as often as possible.  When I found out he would be moving 
away, I wanted to give him something to remember me by.  I bet he still 
has some fond memories whenever he looks at the results of this day!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Getting Turned On  
   Chapter 2 – Photos by Sharon  
   Chapter 3 – More Than Just Nudes


Chapter 1 – Getting Turned On
=============================

It was the weekend after New Year’s Eve, just a few of months before my 
fifteenth birthday and I’d just learned that Steve, my boyfriend since 
summer, would soon be leaving.  His mom had been promoted and was being 
transferred to another state before the end of February.  Ever since I’d 
given my virginity to Steve, with the exception of a one-time fling with 
his brother that doesn’t really count; Steve was only boy to fuck me. 
Needless to say, it was a tough time for both of us when we learned the 
news.

As much as I was going to miss Steve, it was mostly just a physical thing 
as I was not romantically in love with him.  In fact neither of us ever 
even used the “L” word when it came to the two of us.  Sure, sometimes I 
would tell people I “loved” Steve, but it was more a sense of security in 
having a steady boyfriend who was always available to satisfy my “needs”.  
I always assumed that it was something like that for Steve as well.  
After all, I was under no delusions as to why he as dating a girl two 
years younger than him when half the girls in high school were literally 
throwing themselves at him.  It certainly wasn't my glowing personality 
or astonishing good looks! While Steve never actually said so in words, I 
knew that the only reason he kept dating me was because I put out.  Thus 
I didn't feel guilty that this was also the main reason I dated HIM – was 
because he was always willing to satisfy MY needs as well.  Granted, I 
DID care deeply for Steve as a friend and I knew I would never forget the 
times we spent together.  After all, he was my “first” and nobody could 
do to me again what he did when he entered me for that first time.  But 
in the end, our relationship was just a mutually beneficial arrangement 
and really, at our age what was wrong with that?

Sharon was Steve’s younger sister, about my age and a good friend of 
mine.  I was going to miss her as well since we had so much in common.  
Besides our coordinated tastes in music, clothes and such, we both lusted 
after her brother.   The only difference was that while I got to fuck 
him, she could only dream about it as he had no idea about her desires – 
nor did he ever appear to have the same desires for her.  Even so, our 
common interest in Steve had helped to create a tight bond between us.  
After Steve would take me out I would tell Sharon everything we had done, 
in as much detail as I could remember. Sharon knew she would never 
actually be able to do these things with him herself, so listening to me 
was her way of satisfying her yearning for him.  More often than not we 
would both lie back in her bed and masturbate while I recounted in vivid 
detail how it felt when Steve fucked me. 

Mutual masturbation was no big thing for me.  Most of my friends liked to 
do it together and it was even something I shared with Kristi, my younger 
cousin.  It was only for our own pleasure though as I never even once 
seriously considered ever having sex with any of them back then.  
Although when I look back I regret not taking advantage of some great 
opportunities, at the time we were totally into boys and masturbating 
together was just something we did as friends sharing a common erotic 
dream.

A couple of days after his mom’s “announcement”, I was over at their 
house to visit.  Just Steve and Sharon were home as their mom was out of 
town getting acquainted with her new job and doing some house-hunting 
while Jim, their younger brother, was out with some friends. The three of 
us were all in the family room watching TV with me sitting in Steve’s lap 
on the couch while Sharon was kicked back in her mom’s Lazy-Boy chair. 
They had all the cable channels, including some of the naughty ones, so 
Steve had it tuned it to a porn channel where this hunk of a guy with a 
cock like a horse was screwing a beautiful young girl with great tits who 
didn't look a day over sixteen (although I knew she must have been at 
least eighteen to be on this channel).  I could feel Steve’s cock 
beginning to press up against my ass so I hugged him and teased him.

“Hey sexy guy, see something you like?” I whispered in his ear, “Does she 
turn you on more than me?”

Steve frowned at me saying, “Give me a break Kelly! Hell, you should 
start worrying when I DON’T respond.”

I wiggled my butt against his growing crotch, enjoying the feeling of his 
hardening cock. On the TV, I watched as another girl entered the room and 
started taking pictures of the first two.  

Steve whispered in my ear, “Hmmmmmm, that’s what I need, some pics of you 
all nice and naked to take with me so I can remember your sexy little 
body.”

I playfully slapped him. “You pervert, I’m not going to let you take nude 
pictures of me.  You’ll just show them to all your friends!”

“Would not!” he protested.

“Oh don’t give me that,” I said with a laugh, “Heck, knowing you, you'd 
probably post them on the Internet somewhere and then what would happen 
to me?”

“I promise I would never do that,” Steve said solemnly. “I mean it Kelly.  
I’m serious about wanting to have some naked pics of you.”

To my surprise, Sharon even weighed in at this point. “Oh c’mon Kelly, 
you’re such a little exhibitionist any other time.  I mean, it’s not much 
of a leap to go from wearing those little pieces of string you call a 
bikini and being nude.”

Well, she had me there.  The first time I wore my bikini last summer my 
dad took one look and whistled. “Damn girl,” he exclaimed, “Do they allow 
people to wear something like that at the pool these days? Maybe I need 
to get out more.”

Actually “they” didn’t since the bikini failed miserably to cover any 
part of my ass and there were only these small triangular patches over my 
nipples and pussy.  I only wore this one when I was sunbathing on our 
deck or at the state park lake swimming and water skiing.  My “public” 
one, the one I wore when a bit more decorum was required, was still 
pretty risqué but at least caused me to have a few tan lines.

Sharon sat up in her chair as she continued. “Besides, I’d love to help 
the two of you out.  You know I’ve always been a camera buff so what do 
you say - you pose, I take the pics, and then Steve masturbates to them! 
Sounds like a win- win-win to me!”

Actually the idea of posing in front of a camera nude was scary but yet 
exhilarating at the same time.  I’d thought about it at times when I saw 
porn mags and Internet sites but I’d never seriously considered the idea.  
My parents took a lot of pictures of me as I grew up and though some of 
them were in my bikini or underwear, I was never fully nude in any of 
them. What worried me the most was what would happen to them afterwards.  
I trusted Steve for the most part but he was still a guy and guys let the 
little head control the big head.   I could picture him in his new town 
making friends and bragging about the girl he fucked back home, then 
pulling out my pics to prove it.  Before you know it they’re on the 
Internet and can never be recalled.  I could picture twenty years later 
having my son is beating off while he looks at a young girl on the 
Internet, not knowing it is his own mom (or worse, knowing it is me!).

All this was running through my head as Steve ran his hand up the inside 
of my leg and pressed it into my crotch.  I was wearing jeans so he 
wasn’t getting a direct feel but I was sure he could feel the warmth of 
me on the other side of them.  He rubbed his hand on my pussy, pressing 
against where my clit was waiting for some attention. 

“So what do you say Kelly?” he asked, “I can tell from the heat of your 
pussy that you’re turned on.  C’mon... you know you want to do it!”

“OK,” I finally agreed, “But on one condition - they have to be nice 
ones.  I don't want to look like some slut or amateur like those I’ve 
seen on the Internet.”

Sharon took her cue and bolted from her chair. “Hold on a second, I’ll be 
right back!”

Both Steve and I exchanged glanced, not sure what she was up to now.  
With Sharon, it could have been darn near anything! While she was gone, I 
sat next to Steve and started to rub him through his jeans. 

“You sure you want Sharon to take my pics?” I asked him. “What if you 
want to take some of me sucking you or even you fucking me? Do you want 
her around for that?”

Steve started to answer, “Why not? She IS my sister and...” he was 
interrupted by Sharon’s return.

She was holding a couple of outfits.  “Here Kelly, we are the same size 
so these should fit you.  My mom and I went shopping before Christmas and 
she bought them for me. ” she said holding the first one up, “What do you 
think of this one?”

It was a sheer white sheer dress with a full lace front, long sheer 
sleeves and a sheer skirt.   Obviously it was meant to wear a full slip 
underneath but I didn't see any such a thing with her.  Still, it was 
pretty and I imagined it would look sexy on me.

“Wow Sharon, that looks great!” I exclaimed.

“Well if you liked that one, then you should really like the next one,” 
Sharon said as she beamed at me.  She then pulled out a peach colored 
dress with a sheer skirt and strapless tight midriff held up by thin 
spaghetti straps.  It was beautiful! Like the white one, this one HAD to 
have a slip underneath to be decent but again, Sharon hadn’t brought one.

“I only wore this to one party.” She explained, “I bet you would look so 
hot in it girl!”

Sharon looked around the family room.  “Ugh, this is the worst place in 
the world for a photo studio.  Hey, let’s go up to the living room.  I’ll 
get my camera and meet you guys there.”

Steve and I went upstairs to their formal living room.  By formal, I mean 
the type where nobody goes in unless important guests are being 
entertained.  I never liked it as it was overdone by my tastes but it was 
easy to see why Sharon wanted to use it. I figured she had her eye on a 
set of beautiful sheer purple curtains that covered one wall.  They were 
very light and elegant looking as well as being sheer.


Chapter 2 – Photos by Sharon
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Sharon came in with a fancy 35mm camera, a monstrous flash and several 
lenses.   She looked around the room and put some pretty pillows on the 
floor along with a light blanket for me to be on.  She directed Steve to 
move some of the lamps to improve the lighting.  It was starting to look 
like a professional photoshoot! She even had a light meter that she used 
to check out the final setup.  Frowning at what she was reading, she told 
Steve to drag in another lamp from a bedroom to add more light. “Because 
I hate using a flash if I can avoid it, that’s why.” I heard her saying 
to Steve, “She’ll have red-eye and the whole picture ends up with this 
amateurish look to it.  C’mon, I want these to look nice for you!”

The two of them had been so busy setting up the scene that they never 
noticed I had slipped out to change into my first outfit.  I decided to 
start with the white dress.  I wasn't wearing a bra or panties so you 
could just make out my darker nipples through the lace front.  The dark 
outline of my pussy was clearly visible through the skirt (I wasn't 
shaving yet at that age).  I picked up a silly stuffed toy dinosaur in 
the bedroom I had changed in and brought it with me as sort of a security 
blanket.

Sharon turned around just then and finally noticed me.  She grinned and 
poked her brother, “Hey guy, get an eyeful of your slutty girlfriend!”

Steve twisted his head around and his eyes widened as he saw me standing 
there.   The light from the other bedroom was behind me and I knew he 
must have had a great view of my body silhouetted under the dress.  Steve 
just stared at me while Sharon giggled and led me to where she wanted me 
to stand.  She did another check of the lighting, her camera, and even 
fixed up my hair a bit.   If I had known I was going to be doing this I 
would have done something more with it.  Instead it was just hanging 
straight down to a few inches below my shoulders.  Oh well, somehow I 
didn't think that Steve was going to mind much how my hair looked in 
these pictures.

Standing there barefoot, nothing on except this dress that wasn’t hiding 
very much, I was suddenly struck by my situation and just a moment I had 
butterflies in my belly.  What would Steve do with these pictures when he 
moved? Who else would see them? What would happen if they got out and 
everyone in school saw them? Most of all, how would I look? I didn’t 
think I had a bad body for my age but I wasn’t under any delusions of 
being a Playboy Playmate. I was still pretty skinny and my boobs weren’t 
anything to brag about, to say the least! Sharon must have seen the 
apprehension in my face.

“Relax Kelly!” she told me. “Try having some fun with this.  You look 
absolutely beautiful.”

Steve sat down in a chair and watched as Sharon played fashion 
photographer.   First she took some shots of me standing up including 
some with the silly stuffed dinosaur I had found.  Apparently they both 
thought it made me look “cute” holding it, which was enough for me to 
want to put it down. Then she directed me to sit down and she took some 
more.  There was a peach piece of sheer material that had been hanging 
over the back of the couch for decoration which I held up to give the 
scene some color.  She finished up the first roll of film and reloaded it 
quickly.  When that roll was finished she told me to change while she 
changed rolls and lenses. 

I went back into the bedroom and changed to the peach colored dress.  
Again I had nothing underneath and it wasn’t like the dress hid anything! 
We sort of went through the same routine as before in terms of shots 
taken.  This time though, as I lay back against a pillow as Sharon got a 
little more adventuresome in her directions.

“Ok Kelly, slip that top down just a bit.  Show some nipple.”

Somehow I had a feeling this was going to eventually happen and even 
though I knew it, I still wasn't truly prepared.   I looked at Steve and 
he was just smiling, enjoying the show.  It was one thing to have my pic 
taken in see-thru dresses, basically no different than my dad taking 
pictures of me in my thong bikini or ultra-short cutoffs.  But it was 
still a major step to go from letting someone photograph me ALMOST 
showing off everything to ones where I was actually doing it.  I was 
getting pretty horny by now and my caution was draining so I inched down 
the top until it was just below the nipple on my right breast.  Sharon 
quickly snapped a couple of shots and then encouraged me to keep going.   
I shrugged and pulled the entire top down until it revealed both of my 
breasts (or at least what little bit I had). 

“Click!” went the camera over and over as Sharon captured my bare tits 
from all angles.  In a few shots I pretended to be asleep, giving the 
impression that somehow my top had slid down while I was asleep and now 
whoever was seeing me was getting an eyeful of something forbidden.  It 
felt strange to have Sharon taking pictures of me like this.  We had seen 
each other nude many times and as I mentioned, even shared masturbation 
sessions but now it was more personal, more erotic.  I wondered to myself 
what would happen if it were just the two of us in the room right then.  
Would she make a move on me? I closed my eyes as dreams of forbidden 
pleasure began to form in my mind.

“Kelly, wake up!” Sharon teased, “I didn’t realize this would be so 
boring for you.”

I put the thoughts about Sharon out of my mind, for the moment at least, 
and I stood up again thinking that was going to be the end. To my 
surprise Sharon told me to wait in the bedroom, that she had one more 
outfit for me to try on.  I wondered what it was going to be this time.  
She was back in a minute with the sheerest nightshirt I had ever seen! It 
was like wearing something from a fairy story.  I couldn’t help but 
wonder where she got it and whom she wore it for! As Sharon shot off some 
another couple rolls of pictures Steve just sat there and stared at me.  
Actually I would have been disappointed if he hadn’t since the outfit 
didn’t leave much to the imagination.  He licked his lips now and then 
and generally looked like he was enjoying himself immensely.  I also 
noticed something else was immense as well.  Somehow I had a feeling I 
was going to get a very special fucking tonight! 

Sharon shot the lost shot in the roll and I got up to get dressed.  
Sharon saw me starting to leave and called me back.

“Wait Kelly! I have a few more rolls left I wanted to use up!” she said 
to me.   Then she turned to Steve and asked, “So what do you want her to 
wear now my horny brother?”

Steve got this devilish look and I knew the answer before it came.  
“Well, if I get to choose then I would say nothing – I want some nudes!!”

Even though I knew he would say it, I was still hoping that somehow at 
the last minute he would surprise me and say something unexpected like, 
“That's OK. The pictures you have taken are all I want.” Well, now I was 
on the spot.  We were all hornier than hell and I couldn't help but get 
turned on even more at the thought of showing myself off to my boyfriend 
and his sister.  Growing up in a home where nudity was considered natural 
more than erotic, I didn’t mind letting people see me nude. Logic was not 
exactly controlling my actions at this point.  

After spending the past hour modeling several outfits, which were 
basically transparent, making the transition to full nudity wasn't as big 
a step as it could have been.  I had felt so sexy posing I could only 
think how much more so it would be if I was fully naked.  Even a sheer 
gown provides some security whereas being nude eliminates everything. Now 
it would be just me with nothing to hide behind.  I had seen porn 
magazines before and had always dreamed of being sexy enough to be 
photographed like that and now it was happening! I slipped of the sheer 
nightshirt and stood there in front of the camera nude.  Sharon quickly 
snapped a shot before I realized what she was doing.

“Go girl,” she encouraged me, “Show me what you’ve got.”

Suddenly I felt a bit shy as she started snapping pictures of me.  I took 
a piece of sheer red material and drape it over me as I rolled around on 
the floor and then played with it.  All the while Sharon was snapping one 
shot after another of me.  I didn’t get too slutty – no close-up crotch 
shots, I kept my legs together, and so forth.  We also stuck to poses 
without any sexual acts such as masturbation or intercourse - I wanted to 
show a little class during my first nude photo-shoot!

I noticed that all the while Steve was watching me and rubbing himself 
through his jeans.  Hmm, was he going to whip out his cock and start 
playing with it in front of Sharon? I couldn't help but wonder what he 
would do if he knew Sharon’s secret desire for him and how much she 
wanted her big brother to fuck her.  Oh well, some guys just aren’t into 
that and Steve was one of them.


Chapter 3 – More Than Just Nudes
================================

“Last roll is full,” Sharon announced. “That’s a wrap folks!”

Steve clapped and finally came over from his chair.  I don't know how he 
was able to walk with his cock swelled up so large but he managed.   He 
hugged me and we kissed while Sharon watched.

“Ok guys, get a room!” Sharon said in a teasing manner.

Steve was up to it to her teasing though. “Anything you say sis!” he 
retorted.

With that he picked me up in his arms and carried me off to his bedroom.  
I looked back at Sharon as we left the room and smiled at her.  I could 
see her silently saying, “Good luck Kelly!” as she watched with hungry 
eyes, wishing she was in my place.

Steve threw me onto his bed.  I laid in the center spread-eagle, offering 
myself totally to him.  Whatever he wanted right then I was ready to give 
him, anything at all if that’s what it took to feel him violating me, 
satisfying the hunger that was raging in me for his cock.  I watched as 
Steve stripped off his clothes, revealing his cock that was standing out 
straight from his body like a telephone pole.  I felt my heart skip a 
beat knowing that it was that way because of me, knowing that it was me 
that was going to drain it of cum later that night.  Steve was nude now 
and approached me.  God I wanted him.  All I could think about was bad I 
wanted Steve to fuck me!!!

Suddenly I heard a loud “click” and looked over to see Sharon standing in 
the doorway with her camera! Steve was also looking at her and seemed a 
bit perturbed at first.

“Sharon!,” Steve cried out, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh come on big brother,” she said with a coy smile on her face, still 
snapping pictures as she talked, “You know you want some shots of you 
fucking her so just shut up and fuck her.”

Steve looked at me and I winked at him.  Suddenly the thought of being 
photographed like a porn movie scene sounded damn sexy and I felt myself 
get even wetter than I was already.  We both went at it like Sharon 
wasn't even there while she shot roll after roll of pictures (so much for 
the “last roll” before!).  I had several incredible orgasms as I was 
especially stimulated from the knowledge that Sharon was watching her 
brother fuck me.  It wasn't like it was the first time she had seen us 
together but it WAS the first time Steve knew about it.  I wondered what 
must have been going through her mind as she watched us.  She was 
probably dreaming it was her in my place if I knew her.  Well, it was 
certainly turned out to be a night to remember for all of us and thanks 
to Sharon, one we could all remember it now in living color!

Later when I returned home I told my mom about what I had done over at 
Steve’s house.  I figured she wouldn't approve of it but to my surprise 
she thought it was a great idea. In fact, she told my dad about it who 
then got out his camera and asked if he could take some of me as well so 
I would have something to remember myself by when I got older. It felt a 
little weird at first posing nude for my father but it wasn't like he had 
never seen me nude - I even masturbate when he is around.  Even so, there 
was something about posing for him that seemed more personal.  Once I got 
started I quickly got over my discomfort and it became a regular thing 
for us.  Sometimes I would even pretend to tease him by touching myself 
or acting a bit seductive.  He was always a good sport about it and never 
chastised me for being naughty.  It wasn't until a year and a half later 
that I learned he did more than just save these pics for me! The truth 
is, if I HAD known I probably would have been even naughtier!

THE END

P.S. I get a lot of requests for the photos that Sharon took of me.  
Remember, I was fourteen at the time so sending the nude ones over the 
Internet could get me in a lot of trouble.  Please do not ask me for them 
so I don’t have to explain again why I can’t.