Devious

You shoot a wink at Rebecca, who gives you one in return, and you walk slowly toward Rachel. "Here," you say, "Let me give you my shirt."

Rachel's relief is palpable as she reaches toward you, one boob swaying free. "Thank you," she says desperately.

"Of course," you say, feigning kindness. "But I do just want one good picture first. It really is fair."

Considering her options, Rachel quietly says, "Okay." She drops her hands to her sides and says "Go ahead."

"You really are beautiful," you say as you take about ten pictures of her frontal nudity. Your pulse races, and your heart feels like a cannon. "But I can't see all of you like this. Please, turn around."

Rachel looks surprised but seems to realize that the best way out of her bind is through compliance. She slowly turns around, her eyes cast to the floor, and you take some more pictures of her backside.

"Now Rachel," you say calmly, thrilled and a little scared by your raging rush of power. "Please bend over."

Resigned, she complies again. She's leaning over at the waist near one of the locker room benches, and she reaches out her hands to steady herself. There she waits, boobs swinging freely in the air, while you take more pictures. The power you feel is wildly more intoxicating than your quiet predation from the shadows, and as you seek to control Rachel more, some part of you is aware that you're losing control of yourself. Most of you, though, couldn't care less as your animal hunger runs free.

You take more and more pictures of the humiliated teenager in front of you. You focus on her juicy ass and then move around to behold the miracle gravity works on her breasts. You feel a **** desire for her pussy, and you move within inches of her backside. Her legs are nearly pressed together, obscuring your view, so you place your right hand on the inside of her left thigh, gently pushing her legs apart.

Rachel audibly gasps at the touch of your cool hand on her skin, which runs hot with flush. Keeping her arms on the bench, though, Rachel spreads her legs, and her inviting pussy beckons to you. You glory in photographing Rachel's depraved state, her ass cheeks wide, pussy on display, boobs devoured by your gaze.

When you touched her, you realized that Rebecca's kiss has been the only physical contact you've had all evening. Well, aside from Madison's cock-grab, you remember with a tingle. Your fingers itch where they had gently caressed Rachel's thigh, and any possibility for self control drained out of you. You look at Rebecca, still holding Rachel's thin towel, and she smiles broadly and nods.