Pussy Willows and Willow's pussy

Pussy Willows and Willow's pussy
By: Jlcutie1 (hatingmsn@yahoo.com)

It has been said that art and porn are related and that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The line between the two is grey and clouded to say the least. One person's art is another person's porn.

William Jackson was an amazing artist stuck in a shit bucket town. It had a population of 890 and was close-minded. No one danced, drank, smoked or recognized each other in the adult toy store on the outskirts of town. He grew up here and somehow managed to avoid the "Deliverance" lifestyle and actually had a contemporary outlook on things.

He was 32, 6ft3, and very athletic. The fact that he was so deeply into art had caused rumors of gayness. He was, in fact, far from it. A large inheritance from his Grandfather's farm had given him the ability to open a studio on the main drag. He named it "The illusion Studio". He kept things going financially by offering classes and selling his tamer works.

The townsfolks were not his best customers. An annual festival is what brought his best register days. His works were too radical for the people and he even had protesters. Someone had even written in the town news rag that his works were "a danger to the young minds and death to the moral fabric of the fold". This he had the article highlighted and framed in a guilded frame that hung behind his register.

Most of his works were paintings but he did dabble in photography. Occasionaly, he would take risque photos for new Batchelorettes looking for a different gift for the soon-to-be spouse. It was a warm spring day when a vision arrived in his shop.

He was reviewing his online orders when the bell tinkled over the door. He looked up to see a radiant young woman. She was around 5ft6 and very shapely. Her tits were perky and sat high in a white tank top and spring sweater combo. A fashionable but short skirt encased her long leg. Long red hair cascaded to the middle of her back in silken waves. She had alabaster white skin. There were no blemishes on her face and her dark green eyes immediatly intoxicated him. He was glad that the display case hid his sudden and painful erection. She was not "from around here" as the locals would say in distrust.

"May I help you?" he almost stuttered. It brought back visions of his voice cracking in 8th grade when he asked Mary McKenzie to the movies and everyone laughed at him and called him "Squeaky McSqueaker" for several years after. She set large bag on the counter and explained that she needed some photos taken. She brought all of the props that she wanted. Introducing herself as Willow she proceeded to take out clippings of Pussy Willows, Black Eye'd Susans, and other assorted wild flowers. She had what appeared to him to be a fairy crown with ribbons down the back and a set of wings. This intrigued him as she had no other clothing or coverings.

"I have heard from friends that you do photography" she whispered. Within minutes she told him how she wanted her photos done. His erection bumped the counter as she said the only thing she wanted to wear was the crownand wings. He wasn't sure if he would be able to handle it but knew that he would give it a good try for sure. The flowers were to used in various ways as props and that she wanted him to direct and put them as he saw fit.

He led her to his dressing room-in this case undressing room. He set up his cameras and backdrop in the private room behind the counter. Luck was certainly on his side today. Heck, he mused, he may not even charge her for the photos if she looked as good naked as she did dressed. Willow interrupted his dirty thoughts when she lightly tapped his shoulder and said that she was ready.

Draped in nothing but a sheet she sat down in front of the camera and waited. William took out a long table that he covered in green silk. Please lay down on this and I will arrange the flowers. She sprawled out of the table and was a vision of great beauty to say the least. Her breasts were not saggy and her tiny waist had little star tattoos dancing down the side. He noticed that she wasn't completely shaved but had a little patch of red shaved into a heart.

Willow placed the crown on her head and arranged her hair while William placed flowers hither and yon on her body. She was getting turned on by his attentions to her. The first shot was of her lieing on her back with a row of wildflowers going between her breasts and traveling down her stomach to her pussy. He stood over her and snapped several photos. She noticed his bulge immediatly and thought of ways to pay him back.

The camera snapped and snapped as she moved slightly. The branches of the pussy willow plant brushed her inner thigh as she parted her left leg at an angle to allow better access. William noticed the slight drop of moisture between her legs. She was getting turned on by this!

He stopped taking pictures and asked her who the pictures were for. He needed to know because he was no longer interested in taking "nice pictures". She said that they were for a boyfriend that she was trying to win back. A cheater whom she still loved but couldn't for the life of her figure out why. William told her that this shithead didn't deserve her or her pictures.

She sat up and crossed her arms over her breasts. The impish look on her face was captured in the lens. The flowers fell onto her lap and her hair covered part of her face. Ribbons mingled in her hair as she reached over to get the wings. He snapped a shot of her leaning over and got the erotic curve of her ass and the slight puffy lips underneath.

She stood before him with the wings on and bent over the table looking back at him. He could barely hold the camera and wanted to thank whoever invented the tripod! Spreading her legs and bending over more he was able to get more of her ass and pussy. His photographic art had changed and become more erotic. He became more aroused as she laid back against the back drop and ran a branch of pussy willow up her leg and allowed it to circle around her pussy. The white tufts of the willow broke up and "snowed" on her thigh.

He only stopped when he ran out of film-he never used digital it was always 35mm. He told her that he could have them ready the next day as he had his own dark room. She moved to the dressing room but then coyly asked him if he had ever made love in his studio or dark room. The camera almost fell out of his hands! She demanded that he put in another roll and set the timer. He did as he was told. The camera flashed as she began to undress him.

She looked up at him from her position on her knees and took his throbbing cock into her mouth. It was almost too big and she strained to take it all in for him. He ran his fingers through her hair it was just as soft as it looked. Leaning against the table he watched her run her fingers over his balls and shaft. She teased his head with her toungue and then swirled it down to the bottom like it was an erotic popscicle.

William could stand it no longer and he lifted her up and bent her over the side of the table. He ran his hand between her legs and flicked her clit. The sensation of it drove her mad with want. His hand pistoned between her legs but never entered her womanly folds. His thumb bounced off of her clit and brushed her puffy lips. She moaned with pleasure as he reached around and started massaging her left tit. "I want to fuck you on film" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, yes Oh God yes" she panted. Begging to be fucked, she bucked against him. "Shove your cock in me please!" she demanded. He told her to keep the wings on and proceeded to enter her. Her tightness enveloped his cock and he almost came right then and there. He chastised himself for that and actually thought of his store's budget to keep from that early ejaculation.

The pink wings rubbed against his chest as he rammed his cock deep into her. Sexual moans mixed with the constant shutter sounds. His thumb found the round tight hole of her ass and he kneaded it between her cheeks. She shrieked with pleasure as he entered her ass and rubbed his thumb on the flesh between ass and pussy. His cock rubbed against his thumb and he fucked her ass. She was a sight to behold. The fairy crown was tilted to the left and the ribbons dropped around her neck. The wings flittered hither and yon. He fucked this fairy princess and took the pussy willow branches and traced them down her spine. He even smacked her ass with them a few times and she howled with orgasmic pleasure.

The camera clicked to a stop and he filled her pussy with his white hot load. He reached over for another camera and took a shot of the cream pie that was starting to roll down her thigh. Willow thanked him and asked if she could watch him develop the film. She never got dressed but followed him into the dark room. She sat on the chair and masterbated as he got his materials together.

He couldn't see her in the red light of the room but he could hear her panting and her fingers squishing inside of her. He knew that she was licking the cum off of fingers as she shoved them deeper into her hot just fucked snatch. He tried to concentrate on the photos. Dipping them into the developer he got turned on again as the images came to light.

One shot captured pure carnal lust on Willow's face. Her lips drawn back and her eyes closed as his cock rode her. His face leaned back as she took his member into her mouth and swallowed his cum. The white pearl necklace shown against her red hair.

He knew that he could never publically show these shots because of the decency laws-yet he felt that they were art! He was torn between the line of the painted nudes of olden days and the photographic images of Willow lieing on the table covered in wild flowers. It pained him to think of no one enjoying them except the two of them. He hoped that she wouldn't show that dickhead boyfriend of hers.

Soon, all of the photos were finished and he was starving. A starving artist he thought and suppressed a giggle. He offered to take Willow to dinner and she agreed. They dined on steak and shrimp at the nicest restaurant in town and they discussed the future of the photos. Willow wanted to stay with him and take photos every day!

He opened his shop to private night time viewing and even from time to time would put it on masqurade style. He recognized a lot of the towns finest citizens underneath the masks but he wouldn't call them out. The mayor so enjoyed the shot of Willow with the Pussy Willow branches crossing her pussy. He purchased it-accidentally with his credit card.

The studio was a rousing success and word of mouth advertising paid off as many models came through to have that special photo taken. He took several "tame" photos and even made paintings from them. The other photos were kept in the back for masqurade sales. He and willow published a book of erotic photographs and it became a best seller. He was able to showcase his art in literary form. He still had his share of protesters after the book came out but he and Willow were laughing all the way to the bank and to the bedroom.