Jack, the wheeler and dealer, had sold me a fancy Leica camera back in German. It was such a great bargain, I bought it but had no idea how to use it. The camera seemed to me to be a nice souvenir from Germany. I could always sell it, or just give it away as a present.
On a nice June day, I stopped in the local camera store to get some advice about the camera and maybe find out what it was worth. The old man who owned the shop said it was very valuable, and I should keep it. He showed me the basics and asked if I wanted a job. I told him I knew nothing about photography. He was okay with that, and said he would teach me. I took the job.
The owner, Mr. Armbruster, had lost his son in the war, and he was happy to have a young man in the shop to pass on his photography expertise. I became his surrogate son.
Primarily, I worked in the front of the store helping customers. When business was slow, Mr. Armbruster brought me into the dark room to teach me how to develop film and print pictures. It was a great job. Mr. Armbruster and I became close friends during the year I worked for him.
A month into the job, a particularly well endowed girl walked into the store. I don't know the numbers they give for breast size, but her boobs were huge! There was nothing to do but stare at them. She said, "Can you help me? I can't get this film out of the camera."
I didn't reply. I was gawking at her tits and didn't hear her.
"Excuse me," and she repeated, "Can you help me? I need someone to take the film out of my camera. I want the pictures developed."
"Yes mam," I squeaked in a schoolboy voice. "Just a moment, I'll check with Mr. Armbruster." I took it into the dark room where he removed the film, and said the pictures would be ready the next day.
I returned the camera to her and gave her a receipt. "The pictures will be ready tomorrow," I said.
"Hey, aren't you Spencer Dogmeyer? You graduated a year ahead of me at West Side."
"Yes, I'm Spencer. I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."
She smiled and said, "Oh, I'm Marguette but eveyone calls me Molly."
"Hi Molly, only how did you remember my name?"
"That's easy. All of my girlfriends thought you were hot and wondered why you didn't ask us out."
My face turned red and I was speechless. She noticed my embarrassment and said, "Maybe we can catch up."
I regained my composure and said, "Sure, that would be great."
"Look, let's have a Coke together when you get off work tomorrow. I've got to pick up the pictures anyway."
"Great," I said far too enthusiastically. "We close at five thirty."
"Okay, see you then."
I watched in awe as she seductively swung her hips leaving the store.
The snack shop was just around the corner from Armbruster Camera Store, so Molly and I went there to have a Coke. Of course she was anxious to look at the pictures so that came first. They were from a birthday party. She said, "These are from my twenty-first birthday, and I got so drunk." The pictures were at a bar with a group of girls taking turns guzzling beer with Molly in the center of it all. "Oh I can't show you this one," and she hid it.
"Hey, I won't tell. Let me see."
At first she kept it out of sight. I insisted, and finally she relented and showed it to me. Her face turned beet red. It was her with beer soaked breasts making her nipples stand out as if she had nothing on.
"God, Molly, this is fantastic! You look great. Where's your boyfriend in these pictures? You probably have more than one."
She quickly replied, "We broke up just before these were taken. He was a jerk anyway. All he wanted from me was sex, and I wouldn't give it to him. That's why we broke up."
I took a sip of my Coke and asked what she had been doing after high school. Molly said she was taking classes at the university and that meant, of course, Indiana University. She was studying art. Then she asked about me.
I told her about the draft and the military and Germany. She asked what I thought about German girls and asked, "Do they put out like my girlfriends heard?"
"I suppose some do," I said. "Don't American girls put out?"
She laughed and echoed me, "I suppose some girls do."
We were having a good time, so I asked her for a date to the movies. She accepted. It was set for Saturday night of that week.
The movie was dull, and we both thought the story line was stupid. Molly showed me the bar where she had her birthday, and we had a couple of beers before I took her home. Like me, we both were staying with our parents. It was something that I would soon correct.
We dated for the next month. We made out in the car, and all she would let me touch were those glorious mammaries. Over and over she protested when I tried to take the next step. I told her that at her age and with her body, she should be enjoying the pleasures of youth. Molly wasn't buying into my logic.
I asked one night when my pants were bulging and my cock leaking, "Don't you ever get horny?"
"Of course," she said, "but I'm waiting until I get married."
I persisted, and she said I was just like the other boys she dated.
But things got better each week. I was learning photography from Mr. Armbruster and Molly was giving me more attention. She was feeling really good after a few beers at the college bar and gave me a hand job on the way home. I squirted all over the front seat of my dad's car and had to hurry to get it cleaned up before he drove off the next morning.
I was routinely removing her bra and sucking those enormous tits. When her bra came off, her boobs dropped like a sack of potatoes. Molly especially liked my teeth gently biting her nipples. Eventually we worked up to a tit fuck where my cock totally disappeared in her delicious mounds. She got to the point where finger fucking wasn't exactly like having sex in her opinion, so it was okay. She was always delightfully wet.
"When is your birthday, Spencer?" she asked one night.
"Funny you should ask. It's a week from Friday."
"Well, I have to think of a birthday present."
I picked her up to go to a dance at the university on my birthday. When we approached the campus, she said to park the car outside the women's dorm. I didn't catch on at first. We slipped in the back entrance, and she took me upstairs. I was now catching on. Molly whispered, "My best friend went home for the weekend and gave me the key to her room."
Inside, we were at each other's bodies like bees to honey. Her fully naked body brought me to a full erection before she even touched the lower part of my anatomy. Nether of us needed much foreplay. Molly held my cock while I licked her prominent clit. The clear natural lubricants escaping her pussy allowed my fingers to glide in and out of her as if they were coated with Vaseline.
I drove my cock into her pussy without any obstruction or a thought of protection. Molly seemed so comfortable with me banging into her. She spread her legs far apart and high into the air. She pushed her hips up against me to drive my cock in deeper. Moaning and squealing with each orgasm, she had a earth shattering climax just as I shot multiple blasts of cum into her hot cunt.
After our first fuck, I dozed off for awhile. When I woke up, she stood over me hanging her tits over my mouth. I had no trouble deciding what to do. Then she straddled my head with her pussy in my face. "It's okay, Spencer. I cleaned up while you were napping."
I dove in and ate her out just like I had done months ago with Brandy. Only this time I could only taste the musky juices from a female's vagina. Molly was delirious with joy. After that we spent a long time doing sixty-nine, before I fucked her in round two.
Round two was longer lasting but equally as pleasurable. I squirted in her lovely fuck tunnel a healthy supply of my seed, but nothing like the first time.
She rolled on her side and said, "I should tell you, Spencer, this wasn't my first time."
I said, "I can tell."
"My first boyfriend had me at sixteen. I already had big tits by then. All the boys wanted to get into my panties after that and a couple of them did. So, I've had sex off and on since high school. The thing is, when you told me that your were in the army, I didn't want you to think I was like one of those easy sluts in Germany. That's why I said we couldn't do it, and said I wanted to wait until getting married. I was really foolish about that especially now after you made me climax like never before. Can we do it again?"
My answer was a nod with a lecherous grin. We fucked each other for the next four hours before I took her home. I couldn't get enough of that hot slippery cunt. Molly turned out to be such a great horny slut, and we continued fucking all summer long.
As the weeks rolled by, I got good at developing pictures and learned to use my Leica. It all came together in late summer. The campus at IU was quiet that week with preparations underway to start a new academic year. I told Molly to meet me at the iconic double arched entrance wearing her light button down sweater and no underwear. She wanted to know what it was all about. I said she would know when she got there.
The sun was setting giving off perfect lighting for photography. I had the camera and Molly was dressed exactly as I had asked. We kissed each other and I told her it was time to take a few really good pictures of her. She was eager to pose. I took three or four snap shots with her in the arch. Then I asked her to unfasten the top two buttons in order to show a little cleavage. I took a few more like that. Looking around to see that no one was nearby, I told her to unfasten all of the buttons. She wasn't sure about that idea, but I reassured her telling Molly how beautiful she was. A new picture was taken with each undone button. Finally I said, "Open the sweater, so we can see those fabulous girly mountains.
She refused, and said she couldn't do it. After fucking her a dozen times, she now had all of a sudden become self-conscious. I said, "We'll keep this to ourselves, okay?"
Molly tightened her sweater.
"Hey, open that sweater before I come over there and rip it off."
"No, I can't," she said unconvincingly.
"Okay, then I'm comin' over there."
Before I could take a step, she opened it and closed it just as quickly.
"Alright, that's a good start. Turn your back to me and open the sweater. She did. One click later, I said, "Turn sideways."
This time she followed along without an argument. I clicked off three profile pictures with her huge boobs flowing from the sweater.
"Now face me," I said. She posed for four glorious frontal pictures.
"Lean over as if you are picking up something from the ground."
On this pose I got her mammoth boobs dangling straight down showing their full size.
"Great, I said.