Do you remember those Instamatic cameras.

You took the picture and it developed the film.

They were our ‘go to’ for a dirty picture of your girlfriend. No mobile phones back then.

So, one Christmas, a very long time ago, I bought my girlfriend a Kodak Instamatic camera.

She was thrilled, she knew exactly why I gave her that camera, and when her mum and dad were out, we took as many pictures of each other, as we could afford. The film was expensive.

One of me, reflected in the mirror, face in her cunt, bringing her to a very quick orgasm.

Another of her legs open, fingers at her clit, my spunk oozing out of her open cunt, after I’d fucked her.

The horny tart was using my spunk to lubricate herself to a cum.

I got her posing in the sexy underwear she had given me, for Christmas, for her to wear, for me.

Really sexy stockings, suspenders, a platform bra for her 36D’s, and sexy knickers to match.

It was great, she kept the one of me wanking for her, I kept the rest.

Anyway, in the new year, I was having a drink with a pal.

“What did you get for Christmas?” he asked.

So I told him about the camera and the fun we’d had taking porn pictures.

“Let’s have a look” he begged..

“No, she’ll kill me” I replied..

“Come on, I won’t tell,” he cajoled.

“I can’t, she told me I mustn’t let anyone see them.” I replied

So, not wanting to offend my girlfriend, of course, I showed him.

He loved the one of her playing with her spunky cunt.

“Can I borrow it” he begged, “I could make use of that, I won’t get it messy” he laughed.

Well, I quite liked the idea of my mate, wanking over my girlfriend, so I let him borrow it.

A week or so later we were at Sasha’s (not her name) house.

My mate didn’t have a girlfriend, and Sasha felt sorry for him, saying he could come over with me.

I was seriously pissed off about that. How could we fuck if he was there, playing gooseberry.

Anyway, we had a few beers and we were playing cards, and chatting.

“So what did you get for Christmas, Bob (not his name),” she enquired.

After telling her, he said, “I know what you got, Sash” and grinned.

Sasha looked at me, “What have you told him ?” She almost snarled.

Bob, blushed, I blustered.

“You’ve shown him, haven’t you ?” She snapped.

“No, love, well yes, but..” I started to say

“You wanker, I explicitly told you they were private,” she spat out.

“So, have you seen all of them ?” She turned on Bob.

He just blushed to his roots. Looking stupidly at me.

Throwing her cards at me, she got up, went to her bag.

“You haven’t seen this, though, have you ?” And she threw the picture of me, wanking, at my pal.

“Ugh, oh no, oh I don’t want to see that” he uttered disgustingly.

“Why not Bob, you looked at me, doing that” she said, laughing now.

“Yes, and he borrowed the one of you…..” I quickly shut up as she glared at me.

“What, you let him take it ?”

“Well, you asked to, didn’t you, Bob, tell her” I looked at Bob.

“Mmmm” Sasha murmured…”So Bob, what did you do with my picture?”

“I gave it back, didn’t I” he looked at me.

“Ok, but what did you do before you gave it back ?” She was grinning at his discomfort.

Bob said nothing…”Bob, tell me” she demanded.

“I wanked, looking at” he muttered quietly.

“What” she said, “speak up, don’t whisper, did you say you had a wank looking at my picture?”

Bob hung his head, “Yes”.

“Just the one ?” She enquired

“Well” he responded very quietly. “Perhaps a couple of times”

I have to admit, it was turning me on. She was obviously enjoying his discomfort.

“Is your cock as big as Sid’s?” She asked him.

“I don’t know,” he almost shouted.

“Well look at the picture of him wanking, there,” she pointed at the picture on the floor.

Reluctantly, Bob picked up the picture, and looked at it. I felt myself getting hard.

“Well?” She said…..”About the same “ he said.

“I want to see it” she said..

“I can’t…..” he started to say…

“Bob, you’ve seen a picture of me naked, frigging myself, and now you’ve seen a picture of Sid, wanking. Show me.

I want to see your cock, now. Get it out and start rubbing “

Bob looked at me. I shrugged…

He reluctantly started to undo his Levi’s. Button, by button.

“Ooh Bob, what a tease you are” she giggled.

He was bright red. She was flushed with excitement. I was getting uncomfortably hard.

“Bob, don’t fuck about anymore, push them down,” she nodded at his jeans.

He pushed his jeans and boxers down, his cock hung limply.

“Rub it, then” she grinned. Her eyes bright with lust. I knew she’d be getting wet.

I adjusted my cock, hard in my trousers, she saw this.

“Is this getting you excited ?” She asked.

“It is, isn’t it ? I can see you’ve got a hard on. Go on, get yours out, too” she demanded.

Bob was stood there, trousers round his feet…

“You” Sasha said, pointing at his cock. “Get it stiff”

Reluctantly he started to rub it up and down.

My cock was out and proud. Painfully erected. Leaking pre-cum.

I started rubbing it. “NO” Sasha interrupted. “Get the camera, take a picture of Bob, wanking. Leave that alone”

Stepping out of my trousers, I was naked from the waist down. My cock was bouncing up and down, as o moved.

Quickly I went up to her bedroom and came back with the camera. Bob was still, lamely, rubbing his uncooperative cock.

“I thought you’d liked wanking for me” Sasha complained. “You’re not even hard”

“It’s different,” he mumbled. “And it was that picture of you, doing it to yourself, with his spunk” he nodded in my direction.

Sasha stood. Looking him in the eye, she lifted her top over her head. Hands on hips.

Bob groaned, and his cock started to rise.

“That helps then” she laughed, softly.

Bob nodded, and I touched my cock. “Leave it, not yet, be ready with the camera”

She put her hands behind her back, unclipped her bra, and let it fall to the floor.

“Fucking hell,” Bob exclaimed. She was a nice chubby girl and had great breasts.

“Oh look Bob, you’re definitely getting harder, now” she giggled.

Bob looked at her naked tits, his hand was moving with more conviction and his cock was thickening in his grip.

Then, to my amazement, Sasha sat back on the sofa, and pulled her skirt up around her waist, exposing her knickers.

My cock was straining at the leash to get to her. I moaned with desire.

Still looking at Bob, she wriggled out of her knickers. And opened her legs wider.

Her cunt was open and moist, showing delightfully pink in the centre of her brown pubic hair.

Bob’s cock was rigid now.

“You like that, then, Bob” she sighed sexily.

“Would you like me to rub it while you watch and wank ?” she murmured.

Bob groaned, I groaned. She giggled sexily. “You pair of wankers” she sighed.

“I bet you’d like to watch your mate fuck me, wouldn’t you ?” She said.

With that I moved forward. “Steady tiger” she said. “Stay where you are “

“Your job is to take a couple of pictures of Bob wanking and cumming” she instructed.

“And now he’s got his cock stiff, that might happen any time soon”

Bob was getting ready, his hand was moving faster.

“Whoa, steady boy” Sasha said to him. “Stop that, now !” She added.

Bob did as told, looking crestfallen.

“You” she said, looking at me.

Rub your cock over my slit, while your wanky mate watches” she croaked lustily.

“Then he can wank while I use all that hot spunk you shoot on me, to rub my clit”

Bob and I groaned in unison. He stopped rubbing his cock, and I started rubbing mine.

“In fact, give him the camera, Bob, get a picture of Sid spunking, shooting it all over me,” she instructed.

Bob took the camera, stood to her side. I stood between her legs.

“Let me fuck you, Sash” I begged.

“Nope not today, in fact I might not let you ever again, you obviously can’t be trusted”

“Sash !” I started….”Wank over me, cum on me, or fuck off, it’s your choice,” she said.

So there I was rubbing my cock, it was stiff, it was a very exciting scenario, I was soon starting to cum.

“Bob, I’m nearly there” I groaned. Sasha’s legs opened more, her hips raised.

She was holding the lips of her cunt apart, exposing the pink wet interior.

“Go on, you wanker” she growled, “spunk on my cunt, cum on me”.

That was enough to finish me off, and strings of hot creamy spunk shot over her slit.

Bob literally got the cum shot.

As it developed, Sasha told him to give me the camera.

“Stand behind me, just frame Bob wanking” she told me. “Not me, don’t put me in the picture “

“You” to Bob, “stand in front of me, not too close” He did as instructed.

“Go on then, rub yourself off. Wank over what you see” she moaned

As Bob wanked, she used her fingers, and my fresh spunk, on her clit.

She was sighing and moaning. “Pinch my nipples,” she said to me.

I leaned over her and pinched and pulled her nipples.

Bob was wanking furiously now.

“Tell me when you’re gonna shoot” she cried out to him.

“Leave my tits, now, get ready to take his picture,” she sighed.

My cock was getting hard again.

Balancing the camera, one-handed, I was joining in, too.

Bob started groaning, then “I’m gonna cum, Sash, oh fuck, oh yeah,” and spunk was shooting over her legs and feet.

It triggered Sasha’s orgasm and she frigged herself furiously, I shot more spunk over her head and hair.

When we’d calmed down, she was a bit cross with me.

“You two can fuck off, now. I’ve got to wash my hair before mum and dad get home “

And with that, she showed us out.

“Oi you,” she said. “Give me those pictures, this is to stop you both from bragging about what you got me to do”

Taking them, she shut the door.