Bed

Both of them grinned at each other, and then Chris bent over me. But I was surprised to find him undoing the cuffs instead of using the vibrator.

"You're letting me go?" I asked.

"You're going nowhere. I just want everybody who sees these shots to know that you wanted this thing used on you."

Then he did pick up the device and begin to explore between my opened thighs with it. He was right, I didn't want him to stop, but it was still humiliating to see Phil coming closer and closer with the camera.

"Smile, please, Tami."

I covered my face with my hand in embarrassment and squealed. Maybe the squeal was outrage in being photographed with a love machine being pushed up my snatch, or perhaps it was because of how far Chris had pushed it.

"No point in being shy now," Phil said. "Chris, put her down on the other end of the bed where the light is better."

Chris made me get up and move around as Phil wanted. My legs were trembling but not because I really wanted to walk away from this scene on them.

"That's better," Phil commented as Chris began stroking me with the vibrator again. "She's starting to look as if she's enjoying it."

"She's thinking about the fucking I'm going to give her, hey, Tami?"

Yes, I was, but not as much as I was thinking of what a good job he was doing in sliding that tingling tip around my eager cunt.

"Come on, Tami, let's see a smile", Phil urged me again. "Think about the first really good sex you ever had."

"Yeah, and then tell us about it," Chris said.

I couldn't help grinning like a fool at the memory. "I was at high school and my boyfriend was desperate for me to bring my field hockey uniform on a date and change into it. He said that every time he'd seen me play in the school team it turned him on. There was nobody at his house that day so we went there and I got changed into the uniform like he wanted me to."

Chris nodded and pressed the vibrator gently up against my swollen clit: "And was he turned on?"

"Oh, yes, he was nearly beside himself. I think it was all to do with the short skirt and the long socks."

"You didn't take your hockey stick with you to beat him off?"

"No, I didn't", I admitted wryly. "To tell the truth, I told him I hadn't put my panties back on after I'd changed. That was when he started to get really interested."

"You could probably remember some more details with the right encouragement," Phil suggested. "Tami, maybe you could kneel down at the end of the bed and let Chris get into position."

I wasn't quite sure what he meant but I soon caught on when Chris lay down in front of me and put his head between my stocking tops.

"Move on up and do some lip dancing with me, sweetie. And while I'm wagging my tongue you can wag yours about what you did with your sports fan."

I moved forward on my knees, my hands resting on his chest, and giggling like a schoolgirl at the back of a unruly class: "Me? I didn't do anything with him. He did it all, chasing me around the house trying to get his hand up my skirt."

Chris's hands were creeping up inside my legs, and then I wriggled as his thumbs pulled my cunt lips wide apart.

"What happened then?" Phil asked.

"I was ahead for the first lap but he won by a short head on the second time around."

Chris chortled and touched me with his tongue. Phil moved out of my sight as he took a position behind me to photograph what Chris was doing. Which seemed to be nothing, until Phil dropped a hint.

"Don't leave us in suspense, Tami. Where did he catch up with you."

"At the kitchen table -- on top of the kitchen table. It was all very unhygienic, I suppose."

"Did he eat you on your kitchen table?" Phil wanted to know.

"Yes -- and he sprinkled some chicken salt on my cunt first because he said it would make it taste better."