I was a keen photographer and belonged to the local club. I now realise that the club secretary and his wife were probably what we now call swingers and the wife was probably bi. It wasn't something we were aware of in the 60's. They were always arranging for nude models, at least once a month. The wife was usually the only lady present and most of the guys turned up, of course. The secretary and his wife always hogged the centre position and nobody ever saw them change a roll of film the whole evening. They were very good at directing the model on how to pose. Legally we were not allowed to show any pubic hair in the photos but the girls got around that by shaving totally smooth. There was no law about showing pussy and the secretary was very good at selecting girls that liked to show their pussy and knew how best to do it. The 1st adult pussy I ever saw was smooth and that's the way I like them to this day.” The 'top shelf' magazines used to pay for 'Readers Wives' pictures at £5 per used shot. I preferred these photos as they were real women that you might see walking down the road and I developed a knack of spotting the girls that might like to be seen. I earned quite a few pounds with pictures of my 'wives'. On a couple of occasions every picture in the spread was one of mine. A family friend and his wife ran a nudist club. They approached me to do some publicity shots for the Naturist magazine. I jumped at the chance. I was introduced to the members, just about everybody was naked and I felt uncomfortable, not being naked myself. I got stripped off, to a small round of applause and just hoped that my cock would not let me down too often. I managed very well, under the circumstances until lunch time. I had been told to head back to the 'caravan' at about 1 for lunch. By that time I had spent a couple of hours naked and seen men and women mostly naked, posed them and photographed them, all without rising to the occasion. I arrived back at the caravan pretty pleased with myself. Then I saw Em, the wife. I'd seen her many times at my home with a simple tweed skirt and jumper and the like. A bit mumsy really and about the same age as my mum, I suppose. She was naked, with delicious tits, a lovely rounded bum, smashing legs and a totally smooth pussy. She was standing at the table preparing the food, saw me and turned to face me, her legs a little apart. I looked at her, slowly from her ankles to the top of her head, lingering on her smooth pussy, nice rounded tits, not too big not too small and a great big friendly, inviting smile. “Hello”, she said “just popped in for a little bit?” I could feel my cock growing and I mean growing, it hurt! I could also feel my face going scarlet with embarrassment. I didn't know what to do or say. She laughed and said don't worry, it's very flattering for an old lady to have that affect on a young man. I'm pleased you enjoy my body, I enjoy you enjoying my body, as you can see my nipples are erect and you can probably see my pussy is wet.” She parted her legs just enough and I could see she was right. I was rooted to the spot. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Then I heard her husband behind me. 'Are you teasing this young man my love?' 'It's only teasing if you don't deliver, she replied. 'Then you had better deliver. Let him find out how wet you are then sort out his stiff cock, we cannot have him walking around like that all afternoon!', to me he said, 'go in and enjoy your lunch, I'll be back in half an hour or so, no hurry.' and pushed me towards his wife. He didn't close the door. So, I went into the caravan, with a very stiff cock, and tentatively reached out to touch her tit. 'Don't be shy', she said putting both my hands on her tits then reaching down to take hold of my cock. 'Umm better not do that yet, don't want you shooting your load for a while.', so she sat back on the sofa, parted her legs and proceeded to give me careful instructions on what ladies liked, how they liked it and eventually what a man could expect if he made a good job of pleasing her. She played with my cock, then started to lick and suck it before making me sit down on the sofa so she could straddle me. Her pussy sliding down my cock felt exquisite. In the past I had just shoved my cock into a willing girl and pumped away until I shot my load. This was different. This was how it should be done. In half an hour a woman the same age, roughly, as my mother had taught me how to fuck, properly with all the little details. She was still sliding up and down on my cock when her husband put his head around the door. 'Any tea in the pot?' 'I think he is just about to pour it out, put the kettle on, there's a dear,' and she started to squeeze my cock with the muscles of her pussy and moved a bit faster. There I was, my throbbing cock buried deep in a fantastic woman who was determined to have my spunk inside her, with her husband present, watching and making a pot of tea. I shot my load, I'd never had such a big cum, it just kept pumping and she just kept riding me until I was soft inside her. Then she hopped off and, calm as you like, in front of her husband and with the door still open, she bent down in front of me and licked my cock clean! 'Cannot have you walking around, making the other ladies jealous because you have fresh spunk and cum dripping from it now, can we dear?' Then she turned round and slipped her husband's cock into her mouth 'just to clean up the dribbles'. Once he was clean he laid her over the table and cleaned her out! Ten minutes later we were all sitting, quite demurely if naked, under the parasol, tucking into a very nice ham salad. We talked about what I had planned to shoot after lunch, as if nothing had happened. Surreal! She said she was going to have a shower, to freshen up, then a soak in the tub before taking a dip. The showers were outdoors, the tub was under a wooden roof construction and the pool was open air. All three were part and parcel of the services available to the members so I asked if I could photograph her. Part of the publicity, you understand? No pussy shots for the publicity, of course, but for every hundred shots taken only 2 or 3 would be used. It was a fun afternoon with her husband and other members involved, for publicity of course. As I was setting off to take more photos, with the different lighting, I was instructed to return to the caravan, for tea about 4:30, I wasn't late. Tea was good. It started off with a simple question; 'have you enjoyed your day?' I had. 'Have you learned anything useful?' I had and thanked her profusely. 'Is there anything else I can help you with?' I hesitated 'well, err, yes there is actually'. 'Come on lad, out with it.' 'Could you teach me to eat pussy, properly, like Eddie ate yours at lunchtime, you looked so contented it must have been good.' 'It was, Eddie knows how to keep a girl coming back for more! It would be a pleasure, I love doing my bit for woman kind. Come inside.' So once more I went into the caravan, for further instruction. She laid on the table, just as she had earlier, I sat between her parted legs and enjoyed the perfect view of her smooth pussy, right in front of my eyes. She rested her feet either side of me, wide apart. 'Now, she instructed, warm me up, play and explore with your fingers just as I showed you this morning.' I did, slowly and carefully exploring and caressing from knee to belly button and all places between. Now explore with your lips and mouth for a while but leave my pussy alone, get close, very close if you like but not quite there until you sense that it is the right time. Keep stroking at the same time'. It was fun, I could feel her responding even to my untrained explorations, each time my fingers brushed past her pussy I could feel it getting wetter and I worked closer and closer until she was wriggling around trying to make my lips touch hers. I don't know how but I waited far longer than I wanted to. By now Eddie was in the caravan watching us but he said nothing. My tongue flicked over her clitty, where she had told me ladies like lots of attention. She shuddered, so I went back for more, eventually. Then she grabbed my head, held it tight against her and thrust up onto my mouth. 'Now eat me! Explore me! Fuck me with your mouth!' I did my best and she seemed happy with the result. Eddie finished making the tea and just said, 'I think he has graduated quite well my love, what do you think?' 'A phd, I think, we can draw up a certificate for him and hang it in the caravan, maybe one for his bedroom?' A phd? “Pussy Heaven Diploma”, he explained she rarely awards them to her pupils let alone after a single days tuition.” 'Don't get too big headed', she said 'you still have some rough edges and will need further instruction. I have a couple of books you can read as well'. Verbal training continued whilst we sat under the parasol, drinking tea and munching biscuits.