Through The Lens

By Harvey Marcus

In many ways, this book documents a key moment in Harvey Marcus’ sexual timeline. He works alongside two local photography studio professionals to improve his skills, in preparation for a second shoot with one of his daughter Annie’s classmates. In the process, he lives out one of his sexual fantasies.
In a previous story [See story Double Birthday within the book One To Grown On], Harvey Marcus was volunteered by his daughter to take some photos of Vonna, a classmate and olive-skinned beauty. Their original interaction lightly explored the consequences of two lovers sharing the same birthday. During the shoot of pictures, her boyfriend dumped Vonna over the phone. Vonna took revenge by posing for increasingly erotic photos with Mr. Marcus, culminating in the ultimate seduction and photos of them having sex. Vonna seemed to like sex with Mr. Marcus. A lot. This story reunites Mr. Marcus with that former school classmate of his daughter for another photography session. Vonna has a chance for a modeling contract and trusts no one but Mr. Marcus to take the pictures for her portfolio. Another roll in the hay for Mr. Marcus? I shutter at the thought.
In addition, a new character appears who will show up periodically in many of my forthcoming tales. Too many times, my experiences are "slippery slopes" where I go from "Hell no, there won't be any sex" to "Oh God, I'm cumming in her pussy" in the span of two paragraphs. This new character developed a longer, more gradual, relationship with me, incrementally over time. Remember: patience is a virtue.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harvey Marcus
• Release date: Jul 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370017188

Harvey Marcus

Harvey Marcus has a proclivity for ending up in sexual situations with family, friends and strangers. Although he enjoys the opportunities presented to him, he rarely goes after his female companions. Fortuitous situations just seem to happen. As he's learned, sex and humor are great partners. He never takes himself too seriously, and neither should you.

Book preview

Prologue

This series, KICK PIX AND PLAY GAMES, presents a series of three books whose themes are photography and game play. Some of them are related to previously published stories, continuing to expose and contort existing characters and plotlines for your reading pleasure. References have been provided.

Photographic Memory (3 chapters)

Harvey Marcus has had a couple of experiences with his boss's boss Dick Tashun's niece Reese. Therefore, hooking up with fellow employee’s offspring has an established precedent. Because of a business trip, he's about to get to know another co-workers daughter quite well. Smile pretty and say, Ooooh, Mr. Marcus.

Through the Lens (2 chapters)

In many ways, this book documents a key moment in Harvey Marcus’ sexual timeline. He works alongside two local photography studio professionals to improve his skills, in preparation for a second shoot with one of his daughter Annie’s classmates. In the process, he lives out one of his sexual fantasies.

In a previous story [See story Double Birthday within the book One To Grown On], Harvey Marcus was volunteered by his daughter to take some photos of Vonna, a classmate and olive-skinned beauty. Their original interaction lightly explored the consequences of two lovers sharing the same birthday. During the shoot of pictures, her boyfriend dumped Vonna over the phone. Vonna took revenge by posing for increasingly erotic photos with Mr. Marcus, culminating in the ultimate seduction and photos of them having sex. Vonna seemed to like sex with Mr. Marcus. A lot. This story reunites Mr. Marcus with that former school classmate of his daughter for another photography session. Vonna has a chance for a modeling contract and trusts no one but Mr. Marcus to take the pictures for her portfolio. Another roll in the hay for Mr. Marcus? I shutter at the thought.

In addition, a new character appears who will show up periodically in many of my forthcoming tales. Too many times, my experiences are slippery slopes where I go from Hell no, there won't be any sex to Oh God, I'm cumming in her pussy in the span of two paragraphs. This new character developed a longer, more gradual, relationship with me, incrementally over time. Remember: patience is a virtue.

Virtual Farbey and Benny (2 chapters)

After playing a Wii game console for the first time a long time ago, coupled with my erotically oriented mentality, I was inspired to consider what would happen if someone developed a video sex game? And who better to test it out than Harvey Marcus? [Note: This story was written decades before the term Virtual Reality was commercialized.]

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Through The Lens - Chapter 1

(This story picks up immediately after the book Breakfast (Cereal) In Bed.)

I had a deep craving for pizza when I got back from Nebraska. As a resident of the Chicago area, I should have been loyal to deep-dish style. But over time, I've found that the extra bread fills me, and I'd prefer more cheese and sausage toppings than sweet cornmeal crust. A glossy flyer in the stack of mail on the kitchen table introduced me to a new pizza joint, A Hot Piece, just a few blocks away. The glossy photos in the brochure showed a narrow storefront, with kitchen in the rear and a thin counter along one side in front. With no stools, the place was not designed for eat-in. If the store was going to survive, it would have to depend on carryout and delivery.

Then I remembered reading an article in the local paper. Some of the up-tight residents of my community had circulated a petition asking them to change their name, claiming A Hot Piece was provocative and fostered lewd thoughts. The freedom of speech-ers supported by the ACLU won, of course, when they used another local eatery, Snappy's Taco, as a precedent. Funny, I'd never thought of Snappy's Taco as suggestive, but after I read about the lawsuit, the image of Juli the flight attendant's pussy decorated with lettuce jumped into my brain.

After deciding I would treat myself to delivery, I called the number. This is Louie, you want a hot piece? The owner wasn't the most suave businessman I'd ever spoken to on the phone. Not even close. After I ordered a medium cheese, sausage and mushroom, thin crust, I provided my name, address and phone without being prompted. However, when I offered him my credit card number, he barked, Pay the driver and hung up.

I put my feet up to relax and consider what beverage should accompany my feast. A beer? Maybe a cold cream soda, but the local generic in the fridge would pale compared to the fancy stuff on Webb's private plane. Maybe an original Coke, but all we had in the house was Diet Coke with Vanilla.

The ash-colored wall phone rang. Even though the bundle of calling features on my landline phone included caller ID, all of the instruments in the house were old style Western Electric models designed to last over one hundred years in normal use. Since ours were only about forty years old, it was way too soon to replace them. So every phone call coming into the Marcus residence was an anonymous gift until I lifted the receiver and spoke that one provocative question. Hello?

Oh, thank goodness, I've been trying to reach you for days!

The voice was familiar, but my brain was too tired to make the connection. Who is this?

Vonna. You remember taking pictures of me, don't you? Annie and I went to school together.

Ah yes, Annie's friend who wanted photos for her boyfriend. They'd shared a common birthday, he dumped her over the phone in the middle of the shoot, and she subsequently shared her body with me. That Vonna. Who could forget? The sex had been ball-draining spectacular. [See story Double Birthday within the book One To Grown On]

I haven't forgotten either. Her breathing was heavy. Was this her version of phone sex? I've been leaving you messages.

Sure enough, the red light blinked on the answering machine, the kind that used two cassette tapes. I explained that I'd been out of town. What can I do for you? Or to you?

I've got a chance to submit my portfolio for a spokes-model position. They liked the pictures you did, but now they want specific outfits and poses. This could be my big break, and I'll only trust you to do the layout. But we have to meet a deadline.

So Vonna had used my pictures to get a shot at a real modeling gig? Maybe I was better behind the lens than I thought. Of course, I'd be happy to. But wouldn't you'd be better off with a professional photographer who knows lighting and such? I'm still quite an amateur.

"Don't be silly. You know plenty. Your photos got me through the