I used to work in the Heritage sector, looking after old, interesting buildings.

It was at one such building that I first met Elizabeth, and, her husband John.

They were an older couple, long since retired, very interested in local history, the local church (now closed and awaiting a buyer)

The couple were keen on researching 'War graves and memorials' in the church were memorials to local people, fallen in both World wars.

They also traveled abroad, John photographing graves on behalf of those who couldn't go in person.

I too had an interest in photography.

I then heard that John had sadly passed away. It was a couple of months before I saw Elizabeth again, she came to seek me out, as she was going through John's things, she asked if I would visit and assess his photographic gear, as he had led her to believe it was of some value, I arranged to go round on a Wednesday evening.

At this point I should say that Elizabeth was around five foot tall, very slim build, and for a lady in her seventies, still kept some looks, she was also a bit of a flirt.

Wednesday came ad I arrived at her address, a smart but compact bungalow, I was invited to the lounge, offered a drink and was presented with several cases of equipment.

As I started to assess the cameras, I was sad to see many Russian copies and some ancient low quality cine cameras, The best of them was a Zenith photosniper outfit, but that would struggle to make £150.

She was clearly disappointed, and I asked her to tell me more about John and his hobby.

She told me he got into photography via the church camera club. Personally I had never heard of a church run club before.

It was run by the vicar and a couple of others, in the church hall, on the first Monday of every month.

John would disappear to the hall, then around three hours later return home and immediately start to develop his films,

this he did in the bathroom, by the end of the week he would be printing out.

I asked what subjects he took, but Elizabeth hadn't taken much interest. He had said occasionally they would have a guest subject to photograph including a model for portrait work.

She then told me that he was home very early one day, saying the model couldn't make it, could she help out, it was very simple and she would be directed.

Reluctantly she went, on arrival she saw four or five men from the church, the vicar and his wife.

the stage was laid out with a chaise Longue and a wooden spindle backed kitchen chair, some lights surrounding both.

The vicar's wife led her to a back room where she recognised a couple of local hairdressers, they sat her down, tweaked her hair and made up her face, also giving her a large glass of sherry, they said to drink it down as it would ease the nerves.

Not being much of a drinker, she did as asked and felt a little dizzy.

she vaguely remembered laying on the Chaise and being surrounded by cameras, but little else

She was home in bed when she awoke and John just leaving for work, he told her she was a natural, then left.

Later she was shopping and saw the vicar's wife, How are you, you were fantastic, and they want you again.

adding as she walked away, did you enjoy my husband's cream pie?

She couldn't recall eating anything!

at this point I asked if the photos still existed, she showed me a set of filing cabinets, that she was never allowed to go in I found the key and there in date order thousands of prints and negatives, one folder was clearly marked Elizabeth

The images started with her fully dressed on the chaise, slowly unbuttoning and going down to a slip, Lacy girdle and stocking clad feet in three inch stilettos

I've never worn them, she said, then the slip had gone, revealing thin silk panties, the next image showed the vicar's wife holding her wrists whilst a man was removing her panties, first down to her knees, then with her restrained over her calve and shoes.

Her legs were now held apart by the vicar and another, showing a thick dark bush, the vicars wife then using her body to restrain Elizabeth, reached down to part her lips.

Elizabeth was totally mesmerised next to me, I asked her what she preferred her vagina to be called, and she told me it was her 'Fru fru' and asked what others called it, I said my wife uses 'Fanny' or 'Cunt' if having a violent fuck, others use 'Pussy' or even 'Front Bottom'

We went through the rest of the photos which saw her stripped, then fucked by several men, John was absent due to taking the photos.

In the final images, copious amounts of sperm were escaping from her, I explained that, this was her 'Cream Pie.

She sat back in her armchair, initially looking frail, then, asked to see the photo's again,

sorting through, at the same time easing herself into a semi prone position, where she started to rub herself, over her breasts, then between her legs, moving to pull the hem of her skirt up exposing her panties to me, she breathlessly asked if I would remove them, I duly obliged, she then played with her lips, dry at first, but responded with a small amount of juice, I asked if she had any lube or oil, some oil in the bathroom.

I retrieved the oil and applied a little to her fingers, she caught my wrist, and guided me to her lips, just two fingers initially, but she obliged with a small orgasm and the tiniest of squirts.

She pulled me in for a kiss, and insisted I call on a regular basis.

We continued just gentle fingering, she was getting frail, we lost her a few months later due to Covid