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She made it to class okay, but I was a minute late. “Mr. Allen. If you don’t mind, please do not interrupt my class ever again,” growled Professor Lake, an old crank who was nearing retirement. “In the future, if you are late, do not enter my classroom. Do I make myself clear?”

I meekly took my seat and was thankful he didn’t run my ass out of there. I was never late for his class again. I also didn’t get much out of it that morning either.

My nuts ached. My thoughts were of beautiful, passionate Vanessa and far from stress-strain analysis. In my mind, I replayed last night and this morning in my head. Recalling how I had fucked her this morning, I became concerned that I was too rough with her, but then again she seemed to like it.

My daydream was interrupted with the gruff voice of Professor Lake. “Mr. Allen! Mr. Allen!” Startled, my head snapped up and my pencil fell out my hand and dropped to the floor. “What is your problem this morning, Mr. Allen? Are you or are you not prepared to participate in this class?”

“I, I ,I…”

“Well? How would you approach this problem?”

What problem? What was he talking about? “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t hear the question.”

“Mr. Allen, do you or do you not plan on graduating this May?”

“Oh, yes sir. In May.”

“Not if you don’t pay attention. Do I make myself clear?”

I felt two-feet small. My eyes nervously glanced sideways. My fellow engineering students, a fiercely competitive lot, smugly smirked at my fall from grace. I tired to focus during the remaining class time, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the beautiful girl I had finally made love to.

A few weeks passed and Vanessa had all but moved in with me. Imagine my surprise to come home to find an army of sorority pledges scouring my apartment. I wasn’t a slob, but like most guys, I wasn’t Mr. Clean either. By the time they left, the place sparkled. The mold and caked on scum was gone from the tub enclosure, the stains gone from the toilet. The kitchen floor shone for the first time. All the spoiled, moldy food in the refrigerator was cleaned out and the funny odor was gone. The dirty dishes were clean and the oven looked like someone actually gave a damn. My jumble of mismatched sheets, pillowcases, and worn out towels were replaced with designer linen and my bed sported a new comforter. The comforter was surprisingly masculine as were the other soft goods.

I noticed a few other nice touches. Vanessa added a throw to cover the nasty sofa and added some artwork. She had found several posters of striking nude women, still rolled up in my closet. She had them framed simply and hung them above my sofa. She had made it into a nice bachelor pad. She explained, “After all, this is a man’s apartment.”

A few weeks passed. Over a cup of coffee, I asked Vanessa why she had broken it off with Jake. She looked at me and said, “I realized he wasn’t the guy for me. I liked him and all that, and he made me feel good, but he wasn’t my type.” She smiled impishly and added, “You’re more my type.”

“What do you mean that he isn’t your type?”

“Well, for one thing, he talks about nothing but sports. Which team is in whatever place in whatever division. What the prospects were for this team or that next year. Who cares? It was all he talked about.”

I pondered this for a moment. That was one of the reasons I liked him so much. He was very knowledgeable about sports and was always fun to challenge and argue with. But I had learned in high school that that was guy thing. I never talked sports with a girl unless she brought the subject up, and even then I restrained myself lest her eyes irreparably glaze over in abject boredom.

“Hmmm, I see,” I finally replied. Then I broached the subject we both had studiously avoided. “Was he good in bed?”

Vanessa blushed lightly. “Damn you’re noisy! Yes, he was good… But you’re fantastic! Jake never had the imagination or technique that you display. You’re a master sweetheart, the best of the best and you’re my man.” My ego being properly and expertly inflated, I let the subject drop.

A few weeks later I was playfully fingering her ass in bed. She pulled away from me with an indignant, “No! Don’t do that!”

We hadn’t had or discussed anal sex before, but I was a little surprised at the outright rejection. “What? What’s the problem?” I asked sincerely.

“It’s dirty!”

“We just took a shower!”

“Well, you shouldn’t do that!”

“Why not?” I was mystified. She seemed to enjoy my fleeting anal massages in the shower. “You seemed to escort bostancı like it when we’re showering.”

“Well, that’s different.”

“What’s different?”

“You could wash your hands.”

“We just bathed. You’re clean as a whistle, V.”

“Well, you shouldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“All you men are alike!” she shot back angrily.

I was now really mystified. “What do you mean?”

“You’re just like Jake!”

“Jake?”

“Yeah, he wanted to take me in the ass! I wouldn’t do it! He got angry and said I had to because I was his whore. He said he’d do whatever he liked with me. I told him to go fuck himself.”

“So that’s when you broke it off?”

“Yeah!”

“It wasn’t about sports?”

“Yes and no. I had already decided to break it off, but that sealed it.”

“So you’ve never had anal sex before?”

Her eyes flared with anger. “No!”

“Okay, okay.” I knew I was treading on dangerous, sensitive ground, but the fact that she was an anal virgin, well that just had to be corrected and I was determined to be the corrector. I let the subject drop and didn’t try to finger her ass unless we were in the shower. That was okay. Go figure.

A week later when all the emotions had cooled, I broached the subject again, this time over a pizza at Luigi’s. “V, what’s your real fear about anal intercourse?”

She looked up in shock and surprise. “Not here David!” she hissed so that no one could hear our discussion.

“Calm down. We’re eating a pizza. Your little butt hole is safe here.”

“David!”

“Really, calm down and talk in a normal voice. No one is paying any attention to us unless you lunge over the table and slap me upside the head with a slice of pizza. We’re adults and can have an adult conversation.” She sat back and nervously glanced around the crowded, noisy restaurant.

“It’s not right,” she finally muttered.

“What’s not right?”

“You know!” she shot back.

“Whoa! What’s not right about anal sex?”

She looked around in exasperation, obviously uncomfortable with the topic. She leaned forward and whispered, “That’s not what your rectum is for.”

I tried to see her point, but the illogic of it was so glaringly obvious. I gathered my thoughts, lest I make a fatal mistake.

After a reflective pause I said, “Your mouth is for eating and speaking, but you use it to kiss me and suck on me. Your tongue is primarily to help you chew food and form sounds, yet we both know how it’s talented sexually. Your boobs are made to feed an infant, but we use them for our pleasure. Your pussy, that’s for procreation and childbirth, yet we use it for purely recreational reasons. Your earlobes, primary function is gather to sound, yet we both know how delightfully sensuous they can be. The small of your back, your deep, deep navel, your tasty little toes, all sexually delightful. So it is with your beautiful ass. It can be very erogenous. Sex is all about pleasure, V. Maybe anal sex is very naughty, but I promise you, it can provide great pleasure.”

She looked at me. I could see that she was confounded by my ironclad logic. “Can we talk about something else?”

I had made my point and was content to let her mull it over. I decided to give her all the time she needed. I knew she and Ginger had probably talked about it in the past. Ginger loved it up the chute and I’m sure she talked about it with her friends. I hoped that she would seek out and talk to Ginger again and get the straight skinny on doing it up the rear alley.

Early in the spring I asked her to marry me. We’d only been going out for maybe four months. Much to my delight she said yes. I went deep into debt and bought the best ring I could, a simple solitaire with a dinky ¼ carat diamond. As pitiful as it was, she pretended that it was the most fabulous ring she’d ever seen and wore it proudly. She was and she is a classy girl.

By the time I had given V the engagement ring, I had reconciled with Jake. After all I was looking for a way to move on from Ginger, and he provided it. Besides Vanessa and Ginger had always been good friends since being pledges their freshman year. It was also two-man sandlot V-ball time.

The four of us started to get together on a regular basis. When we were all together, Ginger was her usual exuberant self. I began to wonder why I had lost interest in her. Certainly it wasn’t because of her looks, she was gorgeous, and it certainly wasn’t her lack of passion or unwillingness to be adventurous in bed. While the four of us amicably ümraniye escort chatted, drinking beer and wine, I realized that outside of great sex, we really didn’t have that much in common. Ginger wasn’t interested in hiking, rock climbing, or two-day canoe trips down some occasionally turbulent river. Our tastes in music were not compatible; me I like country-rock and classical, Ginger liked black rap. Our tastes in foods were different. I love good seafood or nice juicy steak. Ginger was mostly a vegetarian. Oh well, she’d never get fat, that’s for sure. Vanessa on the other hand was my soul mate. She always seemed to be in tune with what I was thinking.

Jake and Ginger seemed make a good couple. I was glad for Ginger, because Jake really was one of the good guys. I was glad for Jake too, because I knew he had one hell of good fuck. He obviously adored her and doted on her. He seemed like such a kid with her. About a month after Vanessa and I announced our engagement, Ginger began sporting an engagement ring.

Jake asked me if he could get his key back. The crowded flophouse he was living in was no place to take a girl, especially your fiancée. In fact it was ribald dump. The other guys never gave them much privacy. They leered at her and made crude remarks. More than once his roommates quietly opened his door, and gathered around to watch them make love. Ginger didn’t deserve that kind of crap. I said, “What the hell,” and gave him the key. Soon Vanessa and I were sharing the apartment with Jake and Ginger, listening to the spare bed banging against the wall while they listened to Vanessa’s energetic vocalizations.

A month or so before graduation, Vanessa timidly broached the anal question. As I had expected, she had talked to Ginger, extensively.

“Ginger says that you’re not at all like Jake. I knew that. She said she’s had to train him to use different positions instead of just laying her out and slamming her. I know what she means. She tries to make him take his time and do it right. As for the anal thing, Ginger said that you really do know how to do it right. That you make it feel incredibly good. She told me the best time is right after a shower when everyone is fresh and clean. She said you always used lots of lubricant, and that was important. She also said you always took it slow and made sure it didn’t hurt.”

My mind raced through the possibilities for that evening. She bit her lower lip and continued. “You’re so big though. I’m afraid it’ll really hurt.”

I leaned towards her with a mischievous smirk. “Hey, my pecker is no bigger than a big ole turd.”

“Oh David, don’t be so disgusting!”

“No, it’s true. You know, like when you haven’t shit in a day or two and you get that heavy feeling. Then you go and sit and sit, grunt and groan. Eventually your asshole widens enough to let that big ole turd slide through. Then it snaps shut. The key is to stretch and relax the anal sphincter. Relax it enough so that my cock can slip in.”

She looked away and gathered her courage. “Okay, if you want, I’m ready to try it.”

We were planning our wedding the weekend that we graduated and it was only a few weeks away. I turned her down. “No, we’ll save it for our honeymoon. That way, when I take your virginity, you’ll be my wife, an honest women.”

She looked crestfallen. After all her mental preparations I had turned her down. Then she smiled. “You’re such a romantic sweetheart. Yeah, let’s save it until then.”

Three weeks I could do. Little did she know that if it were six weeks, I wouldn’t have waited a moment longer to pop her ass.

The very next day I got a great job offer from a national engineering firm headquartered in Rockford. The salary offer and package nearly bowled me over. It was as much money as I expected to earn after three or four years, and that was for starters. Mr. Jameson, a vice president and the man who interviewed me told me that the deciding factor between me and another student was the recommendation I got from old Professor Lake. Lake had been Jameson’s mentor years ago, and he regarded the old man’s word as the gospel. I cringed to think how close I came to blowing it. I made it over to Lake’s office and thanked him.

“You’re bright and creative, Allen. You have what takes, but I warn you, when you’re on the job, you have to focus on the job and shut out the other distractions in your life.”

“Thanks, Prof, I’ll remember that.”

“By the way Allen, I understand that you are engaged to that beautiful lady I have been seeing you with lately. Congratulations kartal escort bayan son and best of luck.” I left the office, loving that old fart.

I had told Mr. Jameson that I was getting married and was going on my honeymoon before I started work. He said, “That’s fine David. Report to work on July fifth. By the way, I’m sending you a check for $4,000 to buy a decent wardrobe and to cover the deposit and first months rent on a decent apartment.

“We wear coat and tie at the office and expect our associates to look businesslike and prosperous. Buy yourself a few good suits, lightweight wool, none of that polyester crap. I suggest a solid charcoal gray, and a navy blue suit to start with. A glen plaid is another good choice. Get yourself a pair of black wing tips and buy only long sleeved shirts. I know it’s hotter than hell in the summer, but no short sleeve shirts. I suggest button-down oxfords, white, cream and light blue. Ties make a statement; so don’t buy some cheap piece of crap from a dime store. In fact, that goes for everything you wear to work.”

My world was perfect and I had much to look forward too. The final weeks passed quickly, what with all that was going on. Jake and Ginger agreed to stand in our wedding, provided we got back from our honeymoon in time to stand in theirs. He made a handsome Best Man and Ginger was a lovely Maid of Honor. We filled the other slots with her sorority sisters and anyone I could talk into getting into a tux.

Vanessa’s family went all out on the wedding and spent a small fortune. The gown alone cost more than a year’s tuition. They had the money and went all out with a huge rehearsal dinner, limousines, a church, flowers galore, and a first class reception afterwards. My parents, who were well off, were as stunned as I was at the extravagance. On top of all that, her dad gave her a brand new Mercedes for a graduation present and handed me a ten thousand dollar check for our wedding present as well.

My dad was a little embarrassed and countered, “David, have a great honeymoon. I don’t know what you plan, but when the bills come in, send them to me.” I was floored. My dad was as tight fisted as they came.

I had known that Vanessa’s folks were reasonably well off, but a Mercedes for a graduation gift? I discretely asked her just where did her dad get all of his dough. She told me that he owned a chain of upscale furniture stores, Designer House and had about a dozen stores scattered throughout the state. That was the first I’d ever heard of it. It had never occurred to me to ask about her parents other than, “How’s your mom and dad?” Somehow I had married rich.

The bachelor party that Jake’s roomies arranged following the rehearsal dinner was raunchy affair. The squalor in that pigsty of a house was unbelievable! Highlight of the party was when they brought in a girl, don’t remember her name, for a gang bang. She was a full-bodied lass, voluptuous, but no great beauty. To the catcalls and hoots of the assembled men, she stripped while she danced on a sturdy coffee table. She shimmied down and picked up a long neck beer bottle, first in her cunt and then with her asshole! I’d never seen anything like it before. Soon the guys began ganging up on her until she had one guy in each hole while jacking off two other guys.

Jake handed me a condom before pulling her away from the guys long enough for her to treat me to a ’round the world’. I was drunk enough to do it while everyone cheered me on. She started with a blowjob, working her studded tongue across my dick. She slipped the condom on me for a straight fuck before rolling over to ass fuck until I shot off. She pulled the filthy condom from my dick and finished me off with another blowjob while fingering my ass. While I was getting my second blowjob, Bubba skewered her in the ass. What a slut!

I took a taxi home that night feeling no pain. Next morning wasn’t as pleasant. Those bastards had me drinking Boiler Makers, beer with a shot of cheap whiskey. I blew my guts for what seemed like an hour. My head throbbed and my stomach was queasy as I dragged my ass to the chapel suffering from alcohol poisoning. I felt better though when I saw her walking down the aisle to join me at the altar. After a glass or three of champagne at the reception, I was feeling a lot better. The reception was great, but I was relieved when we finally climbed into the limo for the ride to the airport.

We caught a commuter flight to Rockford, where we caught the last flight of the day to Cancun. Now the wedding was her deal and I didn’t interfere with or get involved with the plans, I just accepted my orders and showed up at the designated places at the designated times. The honeymoon, on the other hand, was my deal and Vanessa grudgingly accepted that and she didn’t know anything more than that we were headed to Cancun.

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The following is a transcript of a fifty year-old reel-to-reel tape I found in the basement of an old house I was renovating. It was among some others of off-key school band concerts and a graduation commencement speech given by an articulate high school girl. I couldn’t tell her name, as the introduction was obscured by applause and a train horn. The speaker of the monologue here is male, middle-aged, and has a heavy, north Jersey-sounding accent in contrast to the emotional nature of his narrative. His voice does go an octave higher when quoting his daughter. It’s not known who his audience was, possibly a ‘true crime’ pulp sleaze publisher. There are no proper names mentioned.

START 00:00

[Rustling noise, a glass clanking, tapping on the microphone]

“I jus’ gotta tell somebody this, or I’m gonna bust. I don’t know if youse can use this for ya magazine or not. I knows I’m goin’ ta hell for what I’m doin’…very sick things …I just can’t help myself.”

[Soft sobbing, sniffling and throat clearing]

“My little princess, it was just the two of us for a long time, ya see, her mutha died, and my baby got put in that hospital. I visited whenevah I could. Finally they sent her home, walkin’ on those crutches, but really walkin’, more than she could do before she got sick. I guess her growth was stunted by the years of sickness. But it didn’t stop her one bit. Smartest one in her class, she was. She showed ’em all. She was all smiles, up there at that podium, givin’ her gradua-shun speech. I was so proud. Just the tiniest, most pretty little thing just like her mutha, a dark Tuscan beauty. “

[Deep breath and sigh, the sound of sipping liquid]

“I musta cleaned the house three times before she came home. I painted a bedroom for her, pink like the one she had when she was little. I was glad when I got the letter that the state was not lettin’ her stay at that home for disabled children any longer, since she wasn’t a minor no more. I was happy she was comin’ to live here, but I was a little scared. A boy, sure, we could go to the fights or a ball game, but I didn’t know how to keep a girl entertained. I did ask the ladies at church, and they said she should learn cookin’ and sewin’. Things I knew nothin’ about, other than heatin’ a can of beans. They gave me some donated dresses and stuff for her, since I ain’t rich.

So’s I got her moved in. I guess all this is my fault, ’cause I was stoo-pid and didn’t shut my bedroom door one mornin’. Habit after livin’ alone so many years.”

[Sob, choking]

I was naked in my room, gettin’ ready to showah for mass, and turned to see my daughta, leanin’ on her crutches in the hall with her eyes wide and jaw open. Had WCBS radio on so didn’t hear her comin’. I could tell she had seen my swingin’ meat, still kinda hard from wakin’up, ya know. I said good mornin’ and covered up, but it was too late I guess.

But nothin’ was said, so’s I fahgot about it. We was kinda like quiet but polite strangers for a few days, until I put on some old Frankie 45s after dinner one night. Her little face just lit up. ‘Dance with me Papa.’ she says. I was able to hold her waist high, sittin’ on one of my arms, her legs danglin’ as we spun around the livin’ room, her arms around my neck. She couldn’ta weighed more than ninety pounds. And those big brown eyes! Smilin’ like the cat who swallowed that canary, she kissed me on lips as the last song on the stack ended.”

[ Sipping liquid, ice clinking]

“The kiss was a little long for a daughta and fatha, but I didn’t think nothin’ of it at the time. I was glad she was happy livin’ here, but I wished she had a mutha to teach her things. I had a few lady friends from time to time, ya know, but most I met at bars, and they wasn’t the motherin’ type. I worked long hours. I’m what they call an ex-convict, and only a janitor at a factory, and I do odd jobs, handyman stuff, see, and didn’t have much time for dates.

It was a hot summer. One night this thunderstorm came through, loud as hell. I was on the sofa. Thunda woke me up and the TV was still on the late show. My princess came limpin’ into the room in a little nightgown, a short thin one it was, one of the donations. It was the first time I seen her like that, a woman, ya know, without a dress and ladies’ undawear and stuff.”

[ Loud sip and ice clinking, deep breath, and a sniffle]

“I ..saw…”

[Pause for several seconds]

“Even with the TV the only light in the room, I couldn’t help but notice her …her little titties. They was like fat gumballs inside that nightgown, jumpin’ ’round an’ tryin’ to push their way out, it seemed like. I felt like a sick bastud for even noticin’, but she was right there close and afraid of the storm. She snuggled up next to me on the sofa, legs curled up, jumpin’ every time it thundered, grippin’ my arm. She finally fell asleep next to me after the rain and I carried her to her room, tryin’ not to look at those, um …grown up…parts of her.

The dancin’ and cuddlin’, I guess youse call it, got to be a bit of escort bostancı a habit. It was really nice havin’ someone there to come home to and talk to and she’s very smart. She can talk about anything, even baseball. Then one Friday night, everything changed. We was watchin’ the late news, and my pigtailed daughta kissed me goodnight, or so’s I thought. But at the same time she grabbed my dick under my robe, outside my boxers. I jus’ couldn’t believe it! This wasn’t no accident, she was queezin’ and gropin’ it. I jumped up off the couch in shock.

I screamed and cursed at her, which I know now was the wrong thing to do. She hopped fast to her room on the crutches. She could really fly on those things when she had a mind to. My angel was cryin’ and screamin’ through the door that I didn’t think she was pretty and that I didn’t love her, which hurt to hear. If I love one thing in my miserable life, it’s her.”

[Clicking cigarette lighter sounds, coughing, sipping liquid]

“The next mornin’, I sat her down and told her that I knowed she was curious about boys, well, men, but grabbing down there was a thing fathas and daughtahs don’t do together, because it’s not God’s plan. I told her someday we would find a nice young man for her, prob’ly at church, and then they could do that after they got married. She shoulda learned all this in whatever church she had in that insta-too-shun. She pouted but seemed to agree, and things got back to normal, but only for a few days.

On the sofa durin’ Bonanza, she did it again, and damn near got her fingers into the fly of my boxer shorts. This time I yelled again, sent her to her room, and told her no TV for a week. She cried again. The next night, I had to work late, and was beat when I got home. To my surprise, she had made a nice dinner, beans and weenies and cabbage, and I ate two helpins’ and fell asleep on the sofa watchin’ TV. She was in her room bein’ punished, so’s I was thinkin’ I had solved the problem until I woke up. So help me, she was unzippin’ my work pants! I never seen such a one-track mind in a girl. I began to wonder just what kinda things she saw goin’ on at that instah-too-shun.

‘Please Papa?’ she says. I raised my hand to slap her, but then looked at her in her little plaid dress and pigtails, with those scared big brown eyes, and I just couldn’t hit her. I hadda pry her fingas off my zippa, then sent her to her room again. No TV for the rest of the month. It was July the third, so that was pretty mean, but I had to do somethin’. I was gettin’ to the enda my rope.”

[Sipping liquid, sniffling]

“I thought about takin’ her to a shrink, not that I could afford one, but they would think one or the other of us was crazy and separate us again, me going to the pokey or her to a…nuthouse. I heard that’s where they send girls with nam-full-main-ya, I think it’s called. I couldn’t see myself tellin’ this to no priest neitha. They would send her away to a convent outta state. I just got her back and liked havin’ her around. I didn’t wanna lose her again. I read my Bible, prayed and tossed and turned all night.

The next mornin’ was of course the July Fourth holiday. I slept late, ’til eight thirty, and my princess brought me the paper. She came back into the room as I was readin’, it, and sure enough, there she was again, diggin’ under the covers for my dick. I dropped the newspaper and saw she had took off her bathrobe, and was in white panties and a little girl’s white undashirt, the kind with lace straps and a tiny pink bow at the center of the front. It was easy to make out her little titties undaneath, so much that I could see them gumball nipples was dark brown, like her muthas had been…Here…is where my sins with my own flesh and blood is, where I failed. Instead of pushing her away, I just sat there and let it happen. It all started so…fast.”

[Sobbing, sniffling]

“My dick was stiffenin’ itself up at the sight of her. When she let go of the crutches and climbed up on the bed and onto her knees next to my hip, I saw dark hairs was stickin’ out past her panties nearly everywheres near her crotch. Then I felt her fingers on my penis skin for the first time. Maybe she just wants to see it up close, and that’ll be all, I told myself.”

[More sobbing, whispered prayers to Saint Jude]

“She pulled it out and was squeezin’ and yankin’…more than just a look-see. I was hard from her touchin’ but we was goin’ nowheres fast. I think she was frustrated and started squeezin’ even harder.

‘I told youse fathas and daughtas don’t do this. Youse ain’t never gonna stop, are ya?’ I asked her.

‘Oh, Papa! You’re so silly!’ she says, gigglin’ and not takin’ her eyes off my meat and smilin’ wide. She never looked so happy. I guess she was crazy, my own daughta, a sex main-ee-yack. I was glad she was out of that state home before somethin’ worse happened. At least I knowed she hadn’t jerked off a dick before. She didn’t have no idea what she was doin’. It was now that I was the weakest, fallin’ into temptay-shun. My heart was ümraniye escort racin’ in my chest.

I cursed and said, ‘If ya just got to do it, lemme show youse the right way.’ I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of hand lotion. I just bought my ticket straight to hell.

‘Oh Papa! Papa I love you!’ she says, almost singin’ and gave me a loud peck on the lips. Her eyes was wet with tears, but she was jumpin’ for joy. In a split second she was rubbin’ the lotion all over my dick. I remember moanin’ like a wild animal as I showed her the grip and guided her wrist up and down, it felt so good. That bottle of hand lotion was there from a previous tennant when I moved in a couple years ago. I used it for the same thing, so this was just like me jerkin’ it, but lettin’ her do it to get it out of her system, I told myself. Hopefully the mess I make at the end, ya know, would turn her off and stop her from likin’ it. But my angel seemed like she was havin’ the time of her life, smilin’ and laughin’ as she stroked my meat like a pro with both little hands. She went faster and faster, sprayin’ drops of the lotion all over the place.

Such a pretty face attached to that tiny body, and those little titties, they was now makin’ points and shakin’ like Jell-o inside the shirt. Her grip and arms was strong from usin’ the crutches since she was five. I jus’ couldn’t believe this was happening. The Devil had me enjoyin’ this sick act against nature, as they says, way too much. In no time at all it felt like my dick was goin’ to explode.”

[Ice clinking in an empty glass, sound of more liquid being poured and sipped]

“Forth of July fireworks was early that day, lemme tell ya, all white and gooey. I shot my wad a foot in the air three times and kept drainin’ more out as my little princess kept pumpin’ her arms. She squealed from surprise I think, but laughed and looked at me with the sweetest smile as I grabbed her messy arm to stop her jerkin’.

Her fingers was covered in cream sauce and her little arms halfways up to her elbows was drippin’, but she didn’t think it was disgustin’, like some dames do. ‘Wow! Papa!’ she says to me, laughin’ and pullin’ her arms away slowly, but then playin’ with the strings of goop ‘tween her fingers. Catchin’ my breath, I watched as she looked at it up close, sniffin’ it and swirlin’ some in her palm. I halfway expected her to start finger paintin’ with it, and finally she did in a way, smearin’ it on her undashirt so it wouldn’t get on her crutch handles. I don’t think she planned on so much sauce. Then she grabbed the crutches and hopped to the bathroom to wash up.

The rest of the day was completely normal, like nothin’ evah happened. We cooked out burgers and dogs, ya know, for the Forth, in the alley out back. Talked to a few of the neighbors, workin’ stiffs like me, and introduced my princess around. I wanted the local boys to know who her father was, to make ’em think twice before they picked on her for bein’ handicapped or tried any funny business. Later on the front porch we was able to see some of the city fireworks over the roofs across the street. Then we saw the TV fireworks. Humph, there was no point in takin’ away her TV now, ya see. Maybe that jerkin’ it was all she wanted, that one time, or it would only be once in a while.

My princess left the room for a few minutes to finish up some dishes, which she could do while sittin’ on a bar stool at the sink. When she came back, she brought me a couple bottles of beer and the opener. She was wearin’ a kitchen apron, another St. Michael’s donation, with a big pocket in the front, where she carried the beers. I gave her a few sips of a Ballentine and she made a face, not havin’ drunk much alco-hol before.

In a little while she pulls the second bottle from her pocket, and takes off the apron. Then I notice the other bottle was not a beer but the damn hand lotion. She held it up for me to see.

‘Please Papa? It’s so much fun to make it squirt! Can I do it again? Please?’ she asks, lookin’ at me with those brown peepers. You’d think she was asking for a dime for the ice cream truck. So much for it bein’ a once in a while thing.”

[Sipping, ice clinking]

“I know I’m going straight to hell, because I was weak and was thinkin’ like a horny man and not a decent fatha. My first sick thought was how I had been admirin’ her in that dress all day. It was red white and blue, kinda like a sailor uniform and the upper back was bare, showin’ off her olive skin tone, they call it. That dress tied in a knot behind her neck, I think they’re called haltas.

I couldn’t bring myself to actually say yes out loud, but I unbuckled my belt as she scooted up next to me on her knees, knowin’ I couldn’t say no to her.

‘My angel, youse can’t tell nobody about this! Nobody! Not even in confession! Ya understand?’ I undid my trousers and zipper.

‘Of course Papa! It’s our special secret!’ She crossed her fingers and held them up as I touched the side of her face.

‘That’s my princess.’ I told kartal escort bayan her as I pulled out my meat, swellin’ fast. She kissed me on the lips and grabbed it.

A minute later my little daughta was rubbin’ and strokin’ me as I slouched on the sofa, moanin’ loud. When I looked at her, she was concentratin’ on her two-handed pumpin’ but grinned like she was the happiest girl in the world. That dress she was wearin’ was a bit too big, I guess, and there was nothin’ under it but her. The front fell forwards, and I saw her womanly parts for the first time, her small titty in the TV light. It was like a pitcher’s mound with a dark gumdrop nipple, bouncin’ fast as she slid her hands up and down my dick. This first look at her made me want to shoot even harder. I wanted to feel it, thumb clamp it, suck on it. Pretty soon she actually cheered ‘Yay’ as I was rainin’ on her hand and my pubes with a whole buncha crazy upward spurts. She pulled a kitchen towel out of the apron beside her for the clean up this time.

Things was pretty normal for a few days until Friday night. She hops inta the livin’ room and says ‘Dance with me Papa.’ Nothin’ unusual there, but I noticed the front of her little red polka dot dress looked like when she’s in her nightgowns, with those gumball nipples stickin’ out and bouncin’. Maybe it was on accounta the heat she was wearin’ no undawear up there, but bein’ the sorry bastud I am, I was glad I would get to watch her titties movin’ ’round. Anyways I put a Dino Martin LP record on and we was dancin’, at least our version of it, with me carryin’ my princess around on an arm, her hangin’ on my neck. Then she kisses me, long and romantic like.”

[Sudden sobbing, sniffling]

“My beautee-ful angel, I kissed back…I…”

[Sobbing, sipping liquid]

“I shoulda ended it there at a couple curious hand jobs, not made things worse. I wanted to stop her, honest, but she was lookin’ me in the eyes, so happy. We kissed for longer, sweet like, even tongues. Of course my dick is growin’ because I’m a sick man. Then after a song I look down and my princess is holding her dress up to her tummy, and she’s got no undapants on, showin’ me her..pubic…hairs.”

[Sniffling, sipping]

“‘Touch me Papa, touch me!” she says inta my ear. I shoulda ended things right then, but I was too weak to resist runnin’ my fingas through that beautee-ful dark pussy hair that I had seen peekin’ outta her panties. I got around down to her flaps, and they was big and soft, warm and damp, like she was enjoyin’ herself. So she’s still hanging on and we’re steppin’ around the livin’ room in time with the music, I’m palmin’ my own daughta’s crotch unda her dress…my angel…my princess.

She shifted her weight and was bouncin’ a little bit, and I noticed her breathin’ was heavier and warm juice was leakin’ onta the hand ‘tween her legs that was pretty much carryin’ her aroun’ the room. Her big brown eyes was misty and lookin’ me, happy but a little scared, I think. The side of the album ended and I hadn’t stacked another on the changer, so the room got quiet, except for our breathin’. I backed up to the sofa and sat down crooked with her in my lap, like a pyschot-ic department store Sant-ee Claus, but never lettin’ go of her pussy. It was like my hand was glued to it. It was now that…”

[Sobbing, short prayers]

“I went and did it. Anotha crime against nature…carnal…knowledge. I violated my princess with my finga. Hardly any room for it in there. Slippery like raw liver, and hot as a pizza oven.

‘Papa!’ she yelled, but seemed to be shorta breath. Her eyes was big. My angel then reached for my arm, I thought to pull it out, but she shoved it in all the way to my knuckle. She gripped my wrist and moved it up and down and gave me a big grin. My dick was rock hard in my pants and wanted in on the action as I finga fucked my little girl. But my meat was stayin’ put. I’m a big Goombah, with a kinda fat salami, not huge, but enough to split her in two like a wishbone if I stuck it in there. With my free hand, I rubbed her dress at her chest, finally gettin’ ta feel and tug those nipples that felt as stiff as rope knots. Every new place I touched made her make a diff’rent noise an’ changed her breathin’ Then I rubbed her clit-riss, gentle-like, slow, then fasta like I learned in my Navy days in the Orient.

My princess was helpin’ out by holding her dress up and outta the way. She started breathin’ real fast and gruntin’ like an ape. I never heard such sounds come outta such a small girl. I kept rubbin’ her, and she was sweatin’ like a pig, we both was, and she started to pull the dress off ovah her head. She had it halfway off when her little body stiffened and she climaxed, joltin’ around and gaspin’ like she been holdin’ her breath for an hour or somethin’.

She finally got the dress off the resta the way, and slumped onto the couch, lyin’ down, naked as a jay bird, legs apart. I got a nice view of her snatch, all shiny with juice. Her lips was a perfect set of prayin’ hands, but looked too big to be on her little body, like somebody slapped a full size pussy ‘tween her legs on top of a smaller one. Unda the end table lamp, this was my first time seein’ her little tits in the flesh, and they was beautee-ful, pointing at the ceiling and movin’ as she breathed.

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In all of the years she had known him she had rarely seen him like this. He was pacing like a caged lion, angry at the world. She had seen him upset, in despair, even angry, but not this kind of rage. She knew he had a temper, but it was always contained to a snarky one liner, or too much work at the gym – he loved to punish himself, but this was new, this was teetering on that dark place that only few ever experience.

She knew that his days had been stressful, she had heard his report from his doctor, as he was rushing out to another meeting, he had ranted for 20 minutes as he drove. He was tired, and he was scared too. She felt his heart again yesterday, skipping beats, then racing. She looked in his eyes as he got ready for work this morning and all she saw was fatigue.

Now he was home, and his eyes showed anger, frustration, rage. His voice was deep in his chest and loud as he paced the floor, “Fucking quacks, tell you what you already know and charge you $150 dollars for fifteen fucking minutes! Exhaustion and stress is going to kill you, they say” “Well, no fucking shit doc, did they teach you that in medical school, assholes!” She felt his anger and hurt as he went on, “Great, it’s going to kill me, but how in the fuck do you just stop? There are too many irons in the fire, too many people depending on me and there are no fucking days off, and even when I get a short vacation I have to come back and work 18 hour days to make up for it! Why the fuck do I even do escort bostancı this anymore, fuck it I just don’t care.” He wasn’t talking to her, he was raging at himself, his 2 closest friends that had died in the last couple of years, even at God.

His phone rang as she sat quietly, he answered, “What?! Yeah, I know there is a deadline, right now I just don’t care about it. Fine, call Anderson back and tell him I said to kiss my hairy ass, they can fucking fire me, I’m done!” He clicked off his phone and threw it into the chair, “My fucking secretary will learn to not poke the bear if she knows what’s good for her fucking career!”

She had to stop the rant, he was becoming self destructive. She knew this would be sacrifice, she would ache, but she had a promise to protect her Sir, even from himself when needed. She stood, pushed her shoulders back her small but shapely breasts sticking out. She marched up to him and poked him in the chest, “That’s not fair, this isn’t her fault, this is your fault because you won’t listen to your doctor’s, to your body, to yourself, to me. You continue to abuse yourself and blame everyone else. You are acting like a spoiled entitled brat.”

He looked at her, his brows furrowed, “Not tonight, angel. I am in no mood to be chastised, lectured, or reprimanded.”

The petite blonde did not back down from her sir. “Well, I’m in no mood for you to act like a spoiled 2 year old. I’ve raised your children already, I don’t need another one.”

His face grew red, “You can join the others and go fuck yourself too, I’m going down to the bar.”

She was angry now too, she was afraid for the man she loved, she knew his buttons ümraniye escort had been pushed, and she had seen him lose himself to the darkness of the demons that had haunted him for the past 10 years.”

She grabbed his shoulder, “Like hell you are!” As he spun towards her, her left hand shot out and she slapped him. He stood stunned and quicker than she could react he took his wrist in his hand and dragged him over his knee. His hands shot under her tennis skirt and he ripped down her panties as the skirt flew up over her ass.

His hand flew over her ass, this was not a spanking for discipline or correction – this was him pouring out his rage. She whimpered but never yelled, she knew what he needed and she would give it to him. It didn’t take very long for her butt to be a deep red. She could feel his cock, harder than she had felt it in a long time pressing into her belly.

He stood, unceremoniously dropping her onto the couch. He stood, bent her over the couch as he lowered his pants. He pulled back on her pony tail as his cock plunged into her. He growled as she screamed out. There was nothing gentle about this, this wasn’t making love, this wasn’t even sex. This was fucking, primal, rough. Soon they were both panting as her pussy clamped over his cock and she had her first orgasm, tearing through her body.

She growled out, “That’s it, fuck me. Let me have it Sir, that anger, that rage. Give it all to me, let me have all that you have bottled up. Take it out on your pussy Sir.” She screamed as the next orgasm rolled over her.

He kept pounding at her, she felt his cock thicken and she knew he wouldn’t hold out much longer. “Show me Sir, make me your kartal escort bayan cock slut” He bellowed a sound that was soul wrenching as he pulled back on her pony tail and filled her. He held onto her as his cock spasme deep within her and her insides quivered in tiny orgasmic aftershocks.

He slowly started to withdraw his cock and she reached around and touched his hip, “Not yet, just stay there, let me milk everything there is love. All of that hurt and anger, let me make sure it’s all gone.”

Sweat dripped off of him onto her red bottom as he whispered, “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

She sighed, “You didn’t hurt me Sir, you going out and drinking, spinning into that darkness where you shut the world out, where you shut me out – that would have hurt me more than any redness on my ass.”

He slowly pulled out of her and she turned and dropped to her knees, “Let me show you just how big of a slut I am for your cock.” Her mouth closed over him and she cleaned that wonderful taste of the two of them mixed together. Shocked that his cock had started to respond to her mouth she kept going. He grew in her mouth as she worked her magic. Hands and mouth working together, making love to him, sucking any leftover tension out of him. She worked hard, her jaw ached, her throat hurt, her arm was tired but she never stopped until she felt that familiar stretching of his cock, heard that familiar softer growl from his chest as he filled her mouth with his cum.

She stood and smiled at him as she kissed him, allowing him to taste the two of them as well. Her dimple showed as she pulled away and smiled, “Take me to dinner Sir, then we can come home and see if we have recovered enough for you to fill that other hole that you own. You’ve filled your pussy, you’ve filled your mouth, you wouldn’t want that tight little ass to feel left out would you?”

His eyes rimmed with tears, “God I love you.”

She smiled, “I know Sir, I love you too.”

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In this chapter, our fun loving characters find love, and fuck their brains out!!

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More Tales Of Lustville

Playin’ With The Big Boys

Scene Two

Sunbeams were streaming in through the guest room windows, and a bright patch of light stretched across the floor next to the bed.

“Is it okay if I fall in love with you?” Marta asked softly as she snuggled up against Sarah’s back.

“Mmmm hmmm.” Sarah purred, wiggling her butt back against her. She took her hand and brought it up over her breast. “I hope you do. I think I’m already falling in love with you.”

“I never thought I’d fall in love with another woman.” Marta laughed, kissing her lightly on the neck, then moving back as she rolled her over to face her. “Besides being the best lover I’ve ever had, there’s something about you. I just…I don’t know.” She said, burying her face in the fluffy mounds of Sarah’s tits.

“It’s okay, honey. I want it too.” Sarah said, stroking her hair and giggling as Marta nipped at her nipples, then sucked one into her mouth. “Oh god! That’s so good! But before you get seriously into that, I have to ask you a question.”

“What’s that?” Marta smiled up at her, working her knee between Sarah’s legs, rubbing it up and down lightly over her pussy.

“Which would you rather have for breakfast? That pussy you’re trying to get warmed up, or a big plate of pancakes, biscuits and gravy, bacon, eggs, and sausages?”

“Can’t I have both?” Marta whispered, pushing her over onto her back. She slid her hand down between Sarah’s legs, then grinned as she looked back up at her. “But pancakes sounds really good, to start at least!”

“I kind of thought you’d say that.” Sarah laughed. “As much as I love the taste of your pussy, I’m not putting my face anywhere near it till we wash some of that lube out! Thank god it’s water based!”

She sat up and slid off the bed, holding out her hand. “No, the other one. The one that doesn’t have lube all over it!” She laughed, dancing out of her reach, then out the door.

“Meanie!” Marta giggled as she slid off the bed and followed her out of the room.

She saw Sarah standing in the open doorway of her bedroom. Marta came up behind her, looking over shoulder as she put her arms around her waist.

Beth was sitting on top of Brad, riding him lazily. Her round little ass moved in small, smooth circles as she pulled up off of his cock slowly, then twitched from side to side as she ground back down onto him.

“Oh god. That’s so good baby!” Brad panted, his hands squeezing the firm, round globes of her tits. “Fuck me, Beth. Faster!”

“Huh uh.” She giggled, leaning down and resting her hands on the bed next to his shoulders. “You’ll cum again if I fuck you faster. I want you to last this time. You only lasted an hour last time! I only got to cum eight times! That’s not fair! Don’t you want me to cum Braddy? Don’t you like the way my tight little pussy sucks your big beautiful dick when I cum on it?”

She started moving faster up and down over the length of his enormous cockshaft, panting as she steadily increased her pace. “Is this what you want Braddy? Is this how you want Bethy to ride your big fucking cock?”

Brad gasped, his hips arching off the bed. His body stiffened, and he put his hands on her hips, trying to move her as he started fucking up into her.

“No! Now you stop that you bad boy!” Beth said harshly, pushing her tight, wet pussy down onto the root of his cock, holding him buried inside her. “Are you going to be good, Braddy?” She asked as she worked her pussy muscles around his throbbing cockshaft, making him whimper pitifully.

Brad squeezed his eyes shut, nodding furiously, his jaws clenching as he struggled not to cum under the gentle rippling of her talented inner muscles.

“Do you love me?” She whispered, leaning down over him, bringing one hand down between her legs, her fingers flashing over her clit, making her gasp. “You know you do, Braddy.” She gasped, her ass moving in tiny circles around the root of his cock.

Brad nodded his head as his hands closed into fists at his sides.

“Say it. Say it and I’ll let you cum. I’ll make you cum. You won’t be able to stop me.” She purred, her fingers moving faster on her clit. “Come on, Braddy, you know want to. So just say it, and I’ll make you cum sooooo good!”

Her hips started lifting and lowering as her ass shifted from side to side. She scrubbed her fingertips over her clit, changing her rhythm every few seconds, teasing herself as she teased him mercilessly.

“Say it Braddy. I know you want to cum. I can feel your big ol’ cock just jerking and throbbing like crazy in my tight little pussy.” She was moving her ass faster, taking more of his cock on every stroke. “Don’t tease me like this you bad boy! You’re trying to make Bethy cum first, aren’t you? That’s what it is, isn’t it? You want to feel my tight little pussy sucking your big dick when you cum, don’t you?”

“Jezzus.” Sarah muttered as she twisted out of bostancı escort bayan Marta’s arms and walked away. Marta watched for a few more moments, then followed her into the kitchen, standing back as Sarah pulled out pans, slamming the cabinet doors shut.

Marta walked up behind her, putting her arms around her again, pinning her arms to her sides. “Stop. If you don’t like it, go in there and stop it.” She said softly. “It’s your house, and he’s your son. In your bed. It’s none of my business too.”

Sarah leaned back into her, letting her head rest on her shoulder. “It is your business, if you’re going to be part of my life.” She turned around, pulling her arms up, laying them over her shoulders. “I’m just jealous. And not because she’s fucking my son! Did you see that little bitch? She was working him like…like…I don’t know like what, but he was putty in her hands.”

“It looked more like he was going to be putty in her pussy in a few minutes.” Marta laughed. “Wanna go back and watch some more? We might learn a few tricks, you never know.”

There was a long, loud moan from down the hall, followed by a louder, higher pitched shriek that went on and on for long moments.

“Too late.” Sarah laughed, turning her head and kissing Marta lightly on the cheek.

“Jezzus!” Marta laughed with her. “I gotta talk to that girl! Maybe get me some lessons!”

Sarah pulled away, going over to the fridge to get what she needed to make breakfast. Marta came over to help, and they sat everything on the counter.

“Wash your hands, you have lube all over them.” Sarah said lightly. “Then you can start on the pancake batter.”

She laid out strips of bacon in a pan, then put another pan on a burner and crumbled sausage into it.

Brad came into the kitchen, naked, his cock still half hard, swinging between his legs as he walked. He went over to the fridge and took out a bottle of orange juice. Popping the lid off, he gulped down almost a third of it right from the bottle, then got a glass from the drain board and turned toward the door.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going with that?” His mother asked, turning from the stove to stare at him.

He looked back at her, then pointed down the hall. He shrugged, then grinned sheepishly, and continued out the door.

“Okay…Braddy!” She said sarcastically. She raised her voice as he went out the door. “Tell Bethy breakfast is in fifteen minutes! And fuck her in your own room next time!”

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Judy came into the kitchen a few minutes later. She was wearing a bright yellow T-shirt that barely came down over her hips. Her close cropped little bush showed as she stopped in the doorway.

“Hi, is there any coffee?” She asked, her fingers scratching at her pubes. “And which way is the bathroom?”

“No coffee yet, but I’m going to make some.” Sarah said. “The bathroom is the second door on the right.”

“Thanks.” Judy smiled shyly. “I’m sorry I pooped out on you last night. I wanted to return the favor…ya know?”

“That’s okay, sweetie. Did you sleep okay?” Sarah asked as Judy turned toward the door. “That couch folds out. If I had known…”

“No, it was great. Lots better than my bed.” Judy said, crossing her legs. “Um, I’ll be back. I really have to pee.” She walked quickly down the hall, and they heard the bathroom door close.

“How old is she?” Sarah asked Marta as she added flour to the pan of sausage, then poured in a big dollop of milk. “And what’s her story?”

“She’s nineteen, but she’s really a sweet kid.” Marta said as she went over to the coffee maker and started a pot going. “She’s a computer whiz kid. She makes like eighty grand a year.”

“And she has trouble making her car payments? What does she do with her money?” Sarah asked.

“Her mom was in an accident last year. It was her fault, and she didn’t have any insurance. She let it lapse. Judy covered her expenses out of her savings, and she’s been supporting her ever since.” Marta said as she came over to the stove. “Needless to say, mom is milking it for all she can get. So the poor kid is…”

“It’s not as bad as all that.” Judy said as she came back into the kitchen. “It’s that asshole boyfriend of hers that’s the problem. He keeps charging up her credit cards.”

She came up behind Sarah and tapped her on the shoulder. She smiled at her as she turned around.

“Can I have a hug? I’m sorry I didn’t return the favor last night, but you just knocked me on my ass!” She giggled, holding her arms open. “I promise I’ll make it up to you!”

“That’s okay sweetie, we had lots of other things to keep us entertained!” Sarah laughed as she hugged her, then kissed her on the cheek. “But you might have to ask Marta about returning that favor!”

Judy’s eyes lit up, and she turned to Marta. “Really? You’re coming over to the wild side to stay? Not just walk down the middle of the road?”

“I don’t know!” Marta chuckled, handing Sarah the bowl of batter. “We connected last night, and ümraniye escort I think I want to see where it goes.” She smacked Sarah on the ass and grinned at her. “Is it okay if I get us something to wear? I think those T-shirts we had on are still in the room we slept in.”

“That’ll be fine. Tell Braddy and his little girlfriend that breakfast will be ready in a minute when you come back.” Sarah said, not turning around as she dipped batter out and poured it onto the griddle.

Marta went down the hall and got their T-shirts off the floor of the bedroom, then stopped at Sarah’s bedroom, looking in the door. Beth was back up on top of Brad, but had shifted around, and now had her pussy planted firmly on his face. She had his cock in her mouth, and was moving her head up and down slowly, taking almost two-thirds of the thick shaft into her throat, pausing as she bottomed out, then pulling up slowly till just the fat, swollen knob as between her lips.

She stepped back and went into the kitchen. “Sarah. You gotta see this, honey. Judy? Will you watch the food for a minute?”

Sarah followed her back down the hall to the bedroom, and they stood in the doorway watching as Beth sucked eagerly on Brad’s enormous cock.

She was resting on her elbows, rocking back and forth, taking almost the full length of his humongous prickstalk between her lips as she plunged down on it again and again. Brad wasn’t even pretending to eat her pussy anymore, his head just rocked back and forth between her legs as he arched his hips up at her face, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth roughly.

“I gotta get a closer look.” Marta whispered, taking Sarah’s hand. “Come on.” She led her over to the foot of the bed and they knelt down, watching wide-eyed as Beth took his cock deep into her throat again, twisting her head from side to side as she bottomed out.

Thick strings of saliva poured from her lips around his meaty cockshaft as she pulled back, and she snorted in great gulps of air as she reached the head. She let the spit soaked knob of his cock slip from her mouth and lashed at the weeping piss slit with her tongue, then plunged her mouth down on it again, sucking it deep into her throat.

Beth opened her eyes and smiled at Marta and Sarah around the jaw stuffing bulk of his cock. She kept her eyes on them as she started moving her mouth in time with Brad’s frantic fuck strokes, helping him fuck her mouth, moaning around his plunging prickshaft like it was a meaty microphone she was crooning a love song onto.

They watched as his cock swelled between her lips, stretching them even wider around it’s throbbing thickness, then stared in wide-eyed wonder as the thick tube on the underside of his cock pulsed, then rippled as his cum flowed up the twitching shaft, rocketing up into her mouth.

Beth pulled up till just the spasming knob was between her lips, her cheeks caving in until golf balls could have fit in the indentations. Brad belched out a long, loud groan as she sucked on his cockhead, his ass arching up off the bed as he tried to get more of his cock in her mouth.

She moved with him, her eyes gleaming as she stared at Sarah, her lips forming a warped smile around his cockknob. They could see her throat muscles working as she swallowed quickly, but as hard as she tried, she just couldn’t keep up with the flow of jizz spewing up out of his piss hole from his balls.

Thick ribbons of sticky ball juice poured from her lips around his cock, and she closed her eyes, once again plunging her mouth up and down over the length of his cumming cock meat. She wasn’t even trying to swallow his cum now, instead, she let it run out of her mouth to lubricate his huge cock as she drove her face down onto it.

“Oh God! Please stop! I can’t take anymore!” Brad begged, his ass jerking wildly as he flung his hips mindlessly up at her face.

Beth drove her mouth down even harder on his twitching cock meat, her lips bottoming out around the thick root of his cock, grinding into the crisp, curly hairs of his pubes. She stopped, his cock buried to the balls in her throat, and her hands moved under him, holding him so he couldn’t pull out. Twisting her head from side to side, she pressed down even harder, and they watched as her neck bulged around the throat stuffing bulk of his cock.

Brad collapsed under her, and she followed him down, never releasing the death grip her mouth had on his tortured shaft. She pulled up suddenly, inhaling quickly, then plunged down again, taking the full length of his cock back into her throat. They could see her throat muscles working around his cockshaft as she held him buried to the balls between her lips.

Finally, she pulled her mouth slowly off his stone hard cock. Brad shuddered, his body jerking as she stopped with just his cockhead in her mouth. Looking at his mother again, she twisted her head slowly as she let the swollen purple knob slip from her lips and fall with a wet slap onto his heaving belly.

Grinning like a shewolf, she crawled escort kartal off of him, moving over till her cum coated face was inches from Sarah’s.

“I own his ass.” She whispered huskily, bringing her hand up to scoop the cum off her chin into her mouth. “Watch this.”

She crawled back up on the bed and stretched out over him, spreading her legs over his hips as she reached between her legs, fitting the tip of his cockhead into her pussy, then pressing down slowly, taking him back inside her.

“Nooooo.” Brad whimpered, his hips starting to move up at her slowly, fucking his cock up into her with short, slow strokes.

“Say it.” Beth whispered, her lips brushing his ear.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“Louder.” She said, grinding her pussy down onto his cock, the inner muscles milking and squeezing it deliciously.

“I love you.” he said a little louder, his ass starting to move faster.

“Louder. I want the world to know it.” She said, pumping her cum slickened cunt down onto him in time with his strokes.

“I LOVE YOU!!” He shouted as he grabbed her ass, slamming his cock up into her, fucking up at her as hard and as fast as he could.

“Good boy. Now fuck me.” She giggled, rolling them over and wrapping her legs around him, her heels hooking under his asscheeks. Spurring him on like a rider on a horse, she looked over at his mother. “Make me cum Braddy. Fuck Bethy’s little pussy and make me cum on your big ol’ cock…mmmmmmmm, that’s a good boy.”

“I hate you.” Sarah said softly as she stood up and left the room

Beth’s laughter followed her.

* * * * *

It was almost fifteen minutes before Marta came back into the kitchen.

Sarah looked up at her as she came through the door.

“Judy, why don’t you go get dressed. Beth will be ready to leave in a few minutes, and she can drop you off at your house.” She said as she went over and filled a plate. She came back over to the table and sat down next to Sarah.

“I’m sorry.” She said when Judy had gone. “That was mean of her, and I told her that. She’s in the shower now, and should be gone in a little while.”

“Is he going with her?” Sarah asked, not looking up from her plate.

“He’s safely in his bed, and out like a light. I don’t think we’ll see him for a while.” Marta said. “He saw what she did. I don’t think he could hear, but he saw. He wasn’t happy with her. He started grudge fucking her after you left, and I had to pull him off her. He was pissed, and she knows that she fucked up. Bad.”

“Why would she do something like that?” Sarah asked, getting up and refilling her coffee cup. She poured a cup for Marta, and came back over to the table. “She had him eating out of her hand, or anything else she put in his face. What would make her do that?”

“Ego…the thrill of having power over him. Over you.” Beth said from the door. “It was stupid, and I’m sorry.”

“Call him later, and apologize.” Sarah said, getting up and going over to her. “Come back if he won’t talk to you, or take your calls. You have to bring his T-shirt back anyway.” She hugged her quickly, then went back over to the table.

“I will. And thank you.” Beth said quietly, then went out into the garage. They heard the garage door open, and a minute later the van started and they heard it pull out.

“Why did you do that?” Marta asked, staring at her.

“She fucked up. But she could be good for him, and he could be good for her if she plays her cards right. Besides he needs to learn about girls like her.” Sarah said. “How many times did they do it? She say anything to you about that?”

“Five times this morning, including that last blowjob.” Marta said softly, trying not to smile. “She wasn’t sure about last night, but thought it was at least six. He woke her up fucking her twice. She said he tried to fuck her in the ass the second time.”

“I would have loved to see that.” Sarah laughed. “Eleven times. Shit, that’s hard to believe. So I guess we’re not gonna get anything out of him today.”

“Kinda got me all hot and bothered, just thinking about it, if you want the truth.” Marta said, letting her hand drop down onto Sarah’s leg. She stroked it back and forth slowly, then eased it between her legs as she felt her spread them slightly. “You wanna go take a shower with me, then let me help you forget about some of the drama we started the day with?”

“Mmmmmmmm, that’s sounds like a great idea.” Sarah purred, turning in her seat. She put her arms around Marta’s neck, pulling her closer. “We could spend the day in bed, making out, just the two of us. Unless you have something you have to do?”

“I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than spend the day fucking you, eating you…making you fall in love with me.” Marta whispered as she kissed her lightly.

“I’m already in love with you.” Sarah said, kissing her back. She giggled as she stood up, pulling Marta behind her as she walked toward the door. “But you can eat me as long as you want…kinda like an all day sucker!”

* * * * *

“Say it!” Marta grunted harshly, slamming her hips up and down roughly, driving the huge strap-on in and out of Sarah’s sloppy wet pussy with long, tip to root lunges. She was holding her wrists, pinning her down on the bed as she fucked her.

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***Lockie appears in my Mason series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the “In’DaMan’d” Universe.***

*****

Lockie tossed and turned in his bed, he had been sober now for three days, he had finished a successful cam session earlier on in the evening. The positive feedback he had received had bolstered his viewing figures and the hint of his possible return to filming a scene had begun to trend on the cam website. He was in a good place career wise but his personal life was a different story.

He still wrestled with his guilt over falling out with his best friend Mason, he had not realized how much he had come to rely on their friendship until it was gone, and it was all his fault, he had fucked it all up by being jealous when he should have been supportive of his friends blossoming career. Another thing was keeping sleep away from him tonight and it wasn’t his body withdrawing from the alcohol, it was Edo. Every since he had met Edo at the expo he couldn’t get him out of his mind, the final talk they had as Lockie got into the taxi was replaying in his mind like a catchy annoying song. He hadn’t really had mixed feelings about his attraction to men until he started camming and eventually doing scenes for the porn studio.

He didn’t know why it was such a big deal for him but it was turning him inside out. Mason of course would make this all go away with one comment. He would tell him to lighten up and not be too hard on himself and to just chill the fuck out, but as he was no longer on speaking terms with Mason, his thoughts had begun to snowball down hill and he was now in a funk.

He flipped his pillow over in the hopes that the coolness would stave off the sweaty period he was going through, he knew that he should be happy that Curtis was willing to give him a second chance, but he just couldn’t shake the dark cloud that had descended upon him lately. He imagined Edo coming out of the bathroom stall, all muscles and fraught with nerves. The way his cheeks glowed red against his fire bright red hair, the way his biceps and forearm muscles bulged as he washed his hands then dried them vigorously before he extended a hand for Lockie to shake. Lockie’s cock began to grow hard as he imagined what his body looked like naked. He gritted his teeth in frustration and banged down on the mattress, angry with himself. He gave up the notion that he would be able to sleep and moved to his computer desk, he logged on to his account and walked to the kitchen as he waited for the laptop to load. The light from the refrigerator blinded him, the bottle of whiskey that rested on the second shelf called to him like a siren, he scrunched his eyes willing himself to be strong. Before he knew it he had poured himself three fingers worth and was walking back to his room.

“What the fuck am I doing?” He muttered to himself as he logged into his account and boot up his HD webcam.

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As normal Lockie woke with a start, his cell phone ringing had become his alarm clock.

“Yes” he answered groggily.

“Great double show last night, you are turning into a bit of a rock star.” Curtis beamed, way too early for Lockie’s liking.

“Thanks I guess I was just in the mood.” He replied rubbing sleep out of his eye and trying to get some moisture back on his tongue.

“The expo has yielded nothing but positive feedback for you, so much in fact that one of our potential investors was wondering if you would do a personal appearance at his house tonight. Of course you are free to say no but I think it would be wise to ride this good wave while we still can.”

Lockie swung his legs off the couch, he needed to feel awake and not in his zombie like trance.

“What does that mean.” He asked, looking for some soda to wash the bad taste out of his mouth.

“You go to his house and entertain his wife and a select group of her friends. Basically it’s just you flirting with cougars for a couple of hours and then you can bail. It would really help the studio and your comeback.”

Feeling that he had no other option but to agree he asked for the directions and more clarification, Curtis had a habit of lampooning him at the last minute with surprise extra details.

He would make a nice lump sum from this appearance and had nothing better to do that weekend so deep down he was glad of the distraction. He shaved his chest, cock and asshole before he hopped in the cold shower, he felt that his life recently was either showering, fucking, drinking or jerking off, he sighed as he lathered the soap all over his weary body. He looked at his sleeve tattoos and all the symbols he had adorned his body with, he thought it was time he added to his collection.

*********************************

He paid the driver and got out of the taxi, the journey had taken fifty minutes, he had only seen these massive houses from the beach, he always imagined the type of people that could afford to live in such luxury. The front was bone white, decorated with giant potted plants that towered bostancı escort bayan over the windows. A giant balcony ran the length of the front and around the side. Lockie could hear music pounding and people laughing and splashing so he assumed a pool party was being held. Curtis had told him to dress nice and pack certain items. He would be repaid for any costs so he was encouraged to go all out to impress this investors wife. He had settled on grey jeans with red high tops, a tight red t-shirt and a black bandana around his neck. He had applied a copious amount of gel to his hair.

As he walked to the front door to ring the bell he felt his phone vibrate, the text message was from Curtis, thanking him for doing this and wishing him luck. He slipped the phone into his back pack and rang the bell. He was waiting for a long minute and he was fearing that no one would have heard him over the loud music when the door opened and a tanned, grey haired man greeted him.

“Oh excellent you have arrived, my wife and her friends are in the back. They have been chattering like hens about you coming. I have been told to vacate the premises while her soiree is happening. Come in please. ” He stepped aside and Lockie walked in past him into a massive hallway. It was bigger than his whole apartment and was furnished with so much glass and crystal that the whole room seemed to sparkle under the light of the giant diamond chandelier that hung from the roof.

“I knew that if I arranged for you to come to the house I would score major brownie points with the wife, if you know what I mean.” He said laughing and landing a playful punch on Lockie’s arm. He found himself blushing and stared at his feet, he wished he had a few more beers before the taxi arrived.

“The names Ross.” He said with a dazzling smile.

“I will leave you too it Lockie, I have to go to the office and sort out some shit that happened today. Good luck with those women, I hope they won’t rip you to shreds. You can head straight through the kitchen to the pool and Dana will take it from there.” He laughed once again and grabbed his suitcase and left.

Lockie took his hip flash from his back pack and as soon as the burning sensation from the whiskey hit his throat he felt better. He took a deep breath and checked himself in the massive mirror that hung at the bottom of the stair case and walked to the back of the house. He spotted pictures on the wall of the man he had been speaking to and a beautiful blonde tanned woman he assumed was Dana. The picture had been taken at a movie premiere and on either side of them they were flanked by two young men that looked just like the man. There were a few more family pictures but Lockie skimmed past them, the eldest son looked like a model in his graduation gown but he took a quick swig of his whiskey and the thoughts of the son naked were quickly swept from his mind. He needed to focus.

He walked into the dimly lit kitchen, a few lights dotted the counter tops casting shadows up the wall. The kitchen, like the rest of the house was huge, a massive island sat in the middle of the room, black marble counter top and eight white stools were pushed underneath the bench, the wall opposite Lockie was made up for doors which were folded back and led out to a large seating area, that had a huge table and giant chrome barbecue. He could see a long line of torches on long poles alight, the flame dancing in the warm breeze.

A woman entered just as he was walking around the island. She was the shorter than him and was wearing a white summer dress. She was in her forties but with all the work she had done she looked good. Her giant lips and breasts looked other worldly on her diminutive frame.

“Oh wow you have arrived.” She screeched as she hugged him, her numerous bracelets clanked as she gripped him tightly. I am Leon, Dana’s best friend, it’s so nice to meet you finally.”

She had an extremely girlish voice that Lockie would have normally found irritating but despite himself he laughed at her enthusiasm.

“When she said that she had booked you to attend her party I didn’t believe her for a few minutes but Dana gets what Dana wants. I am just getting a top up, can I get you a drink?” Leon asked as she pulled open the refrigerator which in comparison to her size, dwarfed her. The light cast a glow over her delicate Asian features.

“Yes anything will do as long as it’s cold.” He replied leaning against the island and looking out at the back yard.

“This house is fucking crazy right?” She said in her loud drawl as she handed him a beer.

“Dana sure landed on her feet when she married Ross.”

“Leon did you get lost?” He heard a deep voice call from the pool area.

“No Dana I am just entertaining your guest.”

A tall, thin blonde woman walked into the kitchen. She had clear skin and was adorned with lots of gold jewelry. Like Leon she had extensive work done, her face looked tight, her lips and breasts looked like they were going to burst, she had on a short black summer dress and high ümraniye escort wedge sandals.

“Lockie, Ross never told me that you have arrived. You are most welcome.” She spoke with a voice that told him that she was a heavy smoker.

She leaned in and air kissed him in a faux Hollywood wife style.

“Come out side and meet the rest of my friends they are nearly as excited to meet you as I am.” She laughed as she gave his ass a hard pinch.

************************************************

Lockie had been mingling for the last forty five minutes, he was slowly starting to unwind. Every time his drink was nearly empty it mysteriously always seemed to fill up so his mind was just beginning to get misty, it was in this phase that he functioned best. Two of Dana’s friends were floating on blow up flamingo’s in the pool laughing and dancing nonchalantly to the disco music. The rest were dotted around the garden chatting and laughing loudly. Leon would ambush him every few minutes with flirty comments and offers to dance, feeling it would be disrespectful to Dana he politely refused each time. He didn’t know if his resolve would last the whole night though so he quickly spotted the host and approached her

Dana looked tipsy as he approached her.

“Lockie,” She slurred as she pulled him in to an awkward one handed hug, her drink sloshing with the motion. “Are you having fun? You can start the show any time you like I will get everyone ready in the cinema room. “

“Sure, I am ready now if you are.” He replied more bravely than he felt. Curtis had filled him in on what was expected of him, he had been very nervous but Curtis had a way of convincing him to do what he wanted.

“Ladies, it’s show time.”

A chorus of drunken female screams leapt into the night, they all smiled expectantly as they walked in the house past him. Leon approached him and slipped something into his pant pocket, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and whispered into his ear seductively.

“For luck.”

He seen Dana roll her eyes and laugh at her brazen friend.

“You can get ready in the bathroom near the pantry. I tell ya that Leon is fucking trouble, I don’t know why I hang out with her. She has gotten even worse since we went to your expo show.”

She laughed again at the shocked look on Lockie’s face.

*********************************

Lockie groaned as he woke suddenly, he was lying face down outside on one of the sun lounger sofas, his head was pounding. His legs were resting over the back while his face was buried in his elbow. Flashbacks from the night flashed through his brain, he remembered standing on the stage and slowly stripping to cheesy pop music, he could vaguely remember getting the ladies to rub baby lotion over him and he cringed as he pictured himself writhing on some of the women as he gave a drunken lap dance. He squinted his eyes with embarrassment, he thought he could feel something warm and wet on his big toe. He looked up quickly to see Dana standing near the back of the sofa lounger, a hungry look on her face. One of her hands was inside of her bikini top rubbing her tit while her other hand had a hold of Lockie’s ankle. She was guiding in and out between her legs, his toes were grinding against her pussy.

“Dana, what the fuck are you doing. ” He said snappily sitting up on the chair and pulling his foot away from her.

“I just couldn’t help myself,” She said with a laugh, “I came over to tell you breakfast was ready and watching you sleep, something just came over me.”

He threw off the light blanket that someone must have placed on him during the night, in his black boxer briefs he could feel something grating against his waist, he looked down and saw the scrunched up twenty dollar bills poking out.

“Chop Chop, Ross wants to talk to you before he sets off for the office.”

“Your husband is still here, what if he seen you.”

She dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand and walked towards the house.

He scanned the surrounding area for his clothes but couldn’t see them. The grass was littered with paper and beer bottles and cans.

Lockie walked into the cool kitchen barefoot and topless, he had wrapped the light blanket around his waist in an attempt to retain some dignity. Ross was sitting at the head of the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, he had on a light grey suit and looked tired.

“Lockie, you look the worse for wear, there is fresh coffee on the table and you have to try Leon’s fruit salad, I hear last night went really well.”

For what felt like the hundredth time in the last few months, Lockie was questioning how he ended up in these scenarios.

Lockie quickly took a seat and poured himself a small cup of coffee, Ross stared at him with what seemed to be a knowing smile, it took all Lockie’s self restraint not to groan.

“What the hell did I do last night?” He thought .His big toe slide slightly on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor which sent another shudder through his system. Dana slid a escort kartal bowl of fruit salad towards him and sat opposite him, she began to stroke the big banana that was on top of the giant fruit bowl in the middle of the glass table, a huge smile on her face. The three of them sat in silence, Ross was once again buried in his newspaper while Dana continued to smile at him while she pursed her lips and blew on her steaming cup.

“You have a lovely house.” He added hastily, desperate to get some sort of normality to this random situation.

“For the money I spent on it I should” Ross said with a laugh as he turned the page.

“Who is the young guy in the graduation gown”

“That is Ross’ son Benjamin, he is on a gap year from college, he will be back soon for his big twenty first birthday bash, you should come if you are not busy.” Dana replied, Lockie could see her tanned leg sliding closer and closer to his under the table, he jerked his legs back further under the chair and continued on as if nothing happened.

“Yes,” Ross added, “if only he spent as much time in the class room as he does in the VIP section of all the fucking nightclubs in town he would be a genius.”

“Listen to grumpy pants over there Lockie, everyone is entitled to blow off a little steam now and then.” A devilish grin had spread across her pretty face as her foot found his calf and began to stroke it. “Don’t you agree Lockie.”

“Yes, thank you for breakfast I really should be going now. Was nice to meet you both.”

“Nonsense, from what Dana tells me your clothes are almost in as bad a shape as you were this morning, I of course will pay for the damage, but we cannot send you out like that. I am sure Benjamin will have some old clothes in his closet that you can take.”

“It’s really no bother.” Lockie said, desperate to leave.

“Why don’t you finish your breakfast and then I will take you up to the room and you can pick out whatever you like.” Dana said, hunger in her eyes.

“That’s settled then.” Ross said as he folded his newspaper and stood up, “Thanks again Lockie for last night you got her off my back for a few weeks at least.” He laughed and shook Lockie’s hand, “Tell Curtis I will be in touch and we can sort out a meeting. He grabbed his briefcase and jacket before walking to his wife and kissing her on both cheeks. “You have a good day dear, I should be home around eight thirty. Go easy on him he looks very hung over.” He cast Lockie a look and left the kitchen. Lockie had held his breath until he heard the front door shut.

“What the fuck were you thinking? He could have seen you.” Lockie said as he stood up from the table.

“Relax he knows I am a flirt, he also knows I am not stupid. The amount of late nights he’s pulled at the office and text messages he gets at all hours. I have seen the credit card bills Lockie, I have never even seen half the jewelry he buys. ” She stood up, her light blouse falling open showing her toned midriff and black two piece bathing suit. She sat on the table beside him, legs slightly crossed. “And if he gets to have some fun on the side then so can I.” She grabbed his chin, her red painted nails caressed his lips before she kissed him.

His cock jerked against the light towel, he had never been with a woman that was nearly double his age, he hadn’t expected this in the slightest but now that it was happening he couldn’t help himself, he kissed her back. She almost purred under his touch, her talon like finger nails scratched along his back making his insides squirm. He pushed off the seat and forced her to lie back on the table, her head banged against the fruit bowl. Dana leaned back and grabbed the biggest banana Lockie had ever seen, a smile plastered across her surgical enhanced face. She parted her lips and began to suck the banana, her other hand trailed inside of her bikini bottoms.

The quickness in which this had all happened coupled with seeing this middle aged self proclaimed cougar deep throating a piece of fruit while fondling herself instantly turned Lockie on past the point of no return. The only time he had even felt this remotely turned on was his first scene with Mason. He quickly pulled off the blanket covering his waist and kicked off his jocks, he tugged her hand out of her bikini bottoms and pulled the fabric to one side. He knew just to look at it that she had also work done on her pussy, the lips were trimmed and pink while her gash was moist with a youthful pink hue. He separated her lips and began to lap at her clit. Her moaning intensified as did the depth in which she took the phallic fruit in her mouth. Now that she had a free hand again she pulled down her bikini top and began to massage her tight spherical breasts. She placed a bare foot on one of Lockie’s muscular shoulders as he continued to eat her out.

He gave a decent spit and began to finger her as he continued to lap up her juices. His nose was pressed against her opening, his hot ragged breath had caused her fanny to be even more slick than when he began. After a few minutes he felt something graze his forehead, Dana had slid the fruit down towards him. He withdrew his face from between her thighs and grabbed it, it was lubricated enough so he pushed it against her piss flap and forced it inside of her. Her back arched and both her hands cupped her giant tits.

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Chapter 1

Jenny Thompson sat at her desk and watched a steady stream of sexy women parade by. She watched every morning as they hurried to receive their daily modeling assignments… and, they were always late. They had two things in common; they were beautiful and slim. That wasn’t unusual since it was a modeling agency. Still, she wondered where they all came from since they didn’t look like most of the people she knew. They were not the typical women that one saw on the street, but rather the kind you saw in every magazine or TV ad… a fantasy world.

Jenny had worked for The Davenport Modeling Agency for two years as a secretary or, as they called it, an administrative assistant. It was all the same. While she handled all the menial tasks for the managers, like getting plane reservations, setting up power lunches and gift shopping, she also planned meetings, set up agenda’s and structured contract negotiations. The truth was that she knew more than most of the managers about what was going on in the organization and figured she could do their jobs better then they could. However, she wasn’t a complainer and she liked her job… with the exception of shopping for gifts.

A sigh escaped Jenny’s lips as she turned and gazed out the window wistfully. It was a pretty summer day and the trees lining the parking lot, three stories below, swayed in the breeze. It was the kind of day that always made Jenny nostalgic. She had moved to the city after graduating college, filled with the desire to make it in the fast paced world of fashion. She had a plan… she knew where she wanted to be; one day she wanted to own her own agency. Some of her friends thought that she was reaching for the impossible. But she didn’t agree. Then again, many of her friends thought that she was selling her self-short when she took the administrative assistant job at the Davenport Agency. However, she didn’t feel it was beneath her to start at the bottom… she wanted to learn everything there was to know about fashion and modeling. And, she was learning quickly.

However, while Jenny’s plan for her career was going well, her personal life was another matter. She was twenty-eight years old and, while she had a nice circle of friends, she didn’t have a boyfriend or anyone that she was dating regularly. It wasn’t because she was ugly; on the contrary, she was quite attractive. However, she was what some referred to as big and beautiful. Not fat mind you… she was a big boned woman with large but firm thighs and very large breasts at 38D. Her waist was only 34 inches and that tended to make her breasts look even larger. Her hips, which she thought were fine, were 40 inches and her butt was shapely. Her weight was… well she hadn’t been on a scale in a long time. It only depressed her. However, she was well proportioned and was taller than average at 5′ 8″. That made her somewhat imposing… even to some of the men. However, like every one else she knew, she wanted to be thinner. And like everyone else, she had tried all the fad diets: Atkins, Slimfast, Low-Carb and so on. She even exercised religiously at the gym… but nothing seemed to work. Eventually she had to conclude that she was always going to be a large woman. Both her mother and father were large people and, with exception of her skinny sister, every other member of her extended family was large.

Still, it bothered Jenny to see all the pretty and trim women every day looking beautiful and getting attention in their form fitting clothes. On the few occasions when she would go out for happy hour after work, she would watched all the men hang around the gorgeous women like flies. And while she sometimes envied the women, she really longed for a solid relationship with someone that took her as she was. If she ever found that person, she knew that he would see that she had a lot of love to give… not to mention that she was sexually insatiable.

Although her sexual experience was limited to a few guys-three to be exact-she had read every sex manual there was and knew all there was to know about sex. Moreover, she was willing to try it all. Unfortunately, she didn’t have anyone to try it on… it had been a year since she had broken up with her last boyfriend. Even then, he wasn’t much of a lover. Since then, she relied on her favorite dildo… it didn’t have any baggage and only required fresh batteries occasionally. Still, it wasn’t the same as a flesh and blood penis.

“Jenny, have you set up my lunch with Dan Burroughs yet?”

Jenny looked up and saw her boss, Tom Bradley, standing at her desk. He was always friendly and in fact, she thought that he almost flirted with her on occasion. Sometimes she would catch him looking at her butt when she bent over the filing cabinets. Other times he would make remarks about how good she looked on a particular day. However, she discounted it as just his outgoing personality. Tom wasn’t married bostancı escort bayan but she knew that he dated several of the models.

“Yes sir… it’s at 12:15 today.”

“Great, can you come in and take some notes for me?”

“Sure,” Jenny said and grabbed her note pad. As she stood up, she knocked over a pile of papers on her desk, scattering them to the floor. “Damn,” she said and got on her knees to pick them up.

Tom stooped down and began to help her retrieve the papers.

As she reached for the scattered sheets, Jenny looked at him and saw that his eyes were staring directly down her top. She had on a rather baggy sweater and when she was bent over, the V-neck top bulged out. She knew that he had an unobstructed view of her large, bra covered breasts. Because she could never find a bra that fit, she knew that quite a bit of flesh was showing above the bra. A chill of excitement rushed through her and she froze, allowing him to stare for some time. She felt her nipples grow hard and realized that when she stood up they would be poking through her sweater.

“Uh… uh… sorry,” Tom said and his face turned red when he saw her looking at him.

Jenny raised her eyebrows and smiled.

When the papers were back on the desk, Jenny followed Tom into his office. She took a chair across the desk from him, sat down and crossed her legs. Her skirt, while not short, had a split up the side, allowing a substantial portion of her thighs to show. Again, she was surprised to see his eyes go to her legs. He must just be really horny, she thought, figuring that all the sexy models must not be satisfying him.

As Tom began to dictate his notes, he stood up and walked around the room. He always said he thought better when he was on his feet.

Jenny made notes on her pad and watched the 30 something man move around the room. He was tall and handsome with broad shoulders and a movie star smile-just the kind of man that would never look at her. Yet, she could feel his eyes go to the top of her sweater whenever he was near enough… and that seemed to be all the time recently. At one point, he stood at her shoulder, his groin almost touching her. Jenny could almost feel the heat from his body. If she moved her shoulder just an inch, she would be touching him.

Jenny had no idea where she got the courage but she did move her shoulder, turning to the side as if to say something to him. Suddenly, her shoulder touched him. Jenny started to pull away but to her amazement, he moved forward. She froze as her heart was suddenly pounding in her chest. Then, incredibly, she felt him begin to get excited. The room was suddenly alive with electricity and Jenny’s head began to spin with excitement.

Not a word was said as the handsome man began to move his groin slowly on her shoulder. When Jenny looked up, she saw that his eyes were closed. She had no idea what to do next. However, Tom solved that for her when he whispered, “Take it out.”

“Huh?” Jenny gasped, thinking she hadn’t heard him correctly.

“Take my cock out.”

Her eyes opened wide. She heard that correctly. She hesitated as fear and excitement rushed through her in waves. This was crazy and dangerous… but oh so exciting. She wondered if she were dreaming.

“Take it out… hurry,” the excited man said again.

As if in a trance, Jenny reached toward his groin with trembling hands. It had been a year since she had touched a real penis. She couldn’t believe it was happening now. With fumbling fingers, she pulled the zipper down, startled by the loud sound it made in the otherwise quiet room. Then she took a deep breath and reached inside. Her fingers struggled with the opening of his boxers as she searched for his now hard penis. When she found it, a gasped escaped her lips. Her fingers wrapped around the hard shaft and she tried to pull it out.

“Wait,” he said and began to open his pants.

A second later, Jenny had easy access to his shorts. With a tug, she pulled his shaft from the opening. Her heart almost leaped out of her chest when she saw the long shaft in her hand. She didn’t have a lot to compare it to, but Tom’s penis looked beautiful. It was long with a large purple head and had veins bulging from the sides. It took her a second to realize that she was squeezing it so hard that the blood was trapped in the head, making it shaft pulse. She stared at it as if it were a charmed snake.

“Suck it,” the excited man hissed.

Jenny opened her eyes in shock. She knew how to suck cock, her last boyfriend would let her do it occasionally and she had read all about it, but this was different… this was her boss and she was sitting in his office. She hesitated.

“Please suck it,” Tom said and reached for her head, pulling it toward his shaft.

Jenny allowed him to pull her head gradually closer until she could actually smell him. It had heady combination of male musk and fragrant soap. Jenny felt excitement rush ümraniye escort through her and she trembled. She stopped when her face was an inch away until she felt him pulling harder. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. When the tip of his penis touched her lips she almost climaxed. A moan escaped her lips and she moved her head forward, taking it into her warm mouth.

“Ohhhhh Jesus,” Tom moaned as her lips closed around him.

All of Jenny’s senses were on overload. She could taste the slightly salty taste of his penis and the somewhat sweet pre-cum juice. Her heart was pumping blood so fast that she could hardly breath fast enough through her nostrils to keep up. A moan escaped her lips when he started to sway his hips back and forth, sawing his penis in and out of her mouth. Another moan escaped her lips. She couldn’t believe that she was happening… or that she was letting it happen. Nothing in her sheltered life had prepared her for this. She was sucking her boss’s cock in the middle of his office!

“God, that’s good,” Tom moaned.

Jenny barely heard him. All kinds of emotions were rushing through her. Her brain told her that this was wrong… wrong for many reasons, but her excitement egged her on. She didn’t seem to have the strength to stop it. Instead, she held the shaft in her hand and pumped her fist while sucking on the swollen head.

“Oh God Jenny I can’t last long,” Tom warned.

Jenny felt adrenaline rush through her at his words. However, she wasn’t sure what to do. She knew what was coming but had never tasted semen. Her last boyfriend always pulled out before he came. Now her boss wanted to cum in her mouth. Should she swallow it or spit it out? She was still trying to think when she felt the head swell. Suddenly the swollen head began to spit the thick cream into her mouth. It came out in torrents, filling her mouth until her cheeks began to bulge.

When the cream began to slip from the corner of her mouth, she had to swallow or risk getting it all over her clothes. A second later she felt the warm cream begin to coat her throat. It was salty and thick but not unpleasant. Before it had reached her stomach, she felt her swollen clit flutter and she squeezed her legs together in excitement. Then incredibly, without touching herself she began to climax. With each squirt into her mouth her climax intensified until she could barely remain on the chair. She was still trembling when Tom pulled away, pulling his penis from her mouth with a loud pop.

“God,” Tom gasped as he staggered to his chair and sat down, his limp and wet penis still hanging from his pants.

Jenny finally opened her eyes and wondered where she was. She saw her boss sitting in his chair with his head back. She reached up with back of a trembling hand and wiped a string of sperm from her lips. She looked at the smeared juice as if to prove that it had really happened-had she just sucked her boss’s penis? The answer was on her hand-yes. Even more incredible, she had swallowed his cum and climaxed.

“Ummm, ummmm,” Tom said, clearing his throat and getting Jennie’s attention. He had put his penis back in his pants. “Now where were we,” he said as if he had just been interrupted by a phone call.

Jenny looked up at him and then back down at her pad. “Uh… uh… we were talking about the letter to the Cromwell Agency.”

“Oh yes,” Tom said and began to dictate to her again.

Jenny’s hand was trembling so much that she could barely write. Her mind was on anything but the notes she was supposed to take. She could still feel his penis on her lips and taste his salty sperm in her mouth… not to mention the slick residue now drying on the back of her hand.

Somehow she got all the notes down and stood up to leave. As she turned to walk out of the room, Tom said, “Thanks Jenny… uh… for everything.”

“Uh… you’re welcome,” she responded and her face turned bright red.

*

Chapter 2

On her way home that evening, Jenny stopped in a local bookstore. She was a voracious reader with a particular interest in history. This evening though, she was looking for something different. She headed for the ‘self-help’ section. She has seen a book on a previous visit written by a woman who was big like her. The cover said something about being “big, bold and beautiful”. It was a book about how women with large figures should accept themselves for who they were and not someone else’s image.

“Yes,” she whispered to herself when she saw the book. On the front was a pretty woman that was similar to her size with pretty blue eyes and blond hair. She was dressed in a revealing top and tight skirt.

As she stood in line at the checkout counter, she found herself feeling uncomfortable. She felt like everyone was looking at her. She quickly paid for the book and hurried out of the store like a pre-teen girl buying her first romance novel.

It was after nine when she finally got all her chores done escort kartal and had a chance to relax. She got a glass of wine, ran herself a bubble bath and lit some fragrant candles. A moan escaped her lips as she sunk down in the warm bath water. She laid her head back and went over the events of the day. She hadn’t dared let herself dwell on what had happened in her boss’s office. However, it had never been far from her mind. As she relived the events, she felt herself getting excited all over again. Her hand slipped down to play with her already hard nipples as she recalled how his penis had felt in her mouth and how it had tasted when he had climaxed. She slipped her hand between her legs and found her already swollen sex. A second later, her hand became a blur between her legs, creating a froth of bubbles. She could almost feel her mouth filling with cum again. “Oh Jesus,” she gasped as she began to climax.

When Jenny had recovered, she sat back up with a sigh of pleasure and reached for her book. She skipped through the introductions to get to the first chapter. It only took a few pages to realize that she could readily identify with the author’s point of view. The woman spoke of the intentional and unintentional discrimination against large ladies, which permeates our society. Jenny nodded her head in agreement. She had experienced first hand all the snubbing and rude treatment. However, unlike some, she didn’t believe that there was a conspiracy of discrimination against large people. In fact, she was sure that most people didn’t even realize that they were doing it. And, amazingly, even other large people did it. It was just how things were, and that was sad.

Yet, Jenny wasn’t bitter. On the contrary, she believed that “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” and she was stronger. She was a good person with a lot to give. However, she also knew that while, in a business sense she was aggressive, on a personal level, she lacked self-confidence. And, she knew that her size and lack sexual experience had made her shy if not introverted at times. That in turn had led to her lack of confidence with her body. It was a vicious cycle that she knew she had to break. Until now she didn’t know how.

As she continued to read, Jenny nodded her head in agreement. The author described in detail how the American media prized slim and trim women, ignoring the real world. Television commercials and magazine advertisements always depicted slim, even skinny women. Yet history showed that women with flesh on their bodies were thought to be beautiful. Most of the great artists of the Renaissance, who painted nudes, depicted women with well-rounded bodies.

When Jenny was about halfway through the book she decided that she was tired and would continue tomorrow night. She got out of the tub and dried herself. As she walked out of the bathroom she glanced at the full-length mirror on the inside of a closet door. She stopped and opened the door, standing naked in front of the mirror. She rarely spent the time to look at herself like this… in fact she didn’t like to look at herself… it made her remember the failed attempts to be something she wasn’t. She looked at her pretty face and smiled. Her smile was broad and friendly, showing unusually white and even teeth. While her lips were full and naturally pouty, she generally tried to downplay that aspect by wearing subdued shades of lipstick. Her eyes were ocean blue, round and inquisitive with just a hint of naughtiness.

Her gaze went to her large breasts. She lifted them with her hands and looked at the smooth white flesh. They needed little support and were firm to the touch. The nipples were very large, brown and would stick out a full half inch when hard. Her eyes moved lower, across her stomach. It was slightly rounded but there was no flab there. She was wondering if she should get a belly button ring. She giggled. Then as her eyes moved lower to her pubic mound, she remembered the day she had shaved herself. It was the result of the need for some minor surgery and she figured that she would do it before some anonymous person did. That was five years ago and she hadn’t let her hair grow back.

She stared at her baby smooth pubic area. The pubic mound was pronounced and the outer lips were quite large. However, the inner lips were huge. Maybe that was because she was shaved but from photos she had seen of other women, her lips looked much larger. Although she wasn’t currently excited, her inner lips were still very prominent. They were thick, pink and fleshy. In fact, they were long enough that she could even tie them in a knot. Another giggle escaped her lips when she remembered the time she had done that and gone shopping. The friction of her panties on the sensitive lips had made her climax in the middle of the grocery isle. She had to rush home for fear that her juice was going to leak through her panties and run down her legs.

With a little sigh of remembrance Jenny turned around and looked over her shoulder at her buttocks. “Very spankable,” she said out loud as she looked at her large, firm ass cheeks. While she had never had a spanking, she thought it might be fun. Her butt cheeks were smooth and well shaped and she secretly thought that they were her best “asset.”

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One afternoon, near the end of the summer, my wife and I were walking along the beach, enjoying the last reminders of the fading season. We talked as we strolled along through the sand, water gently lapping at our feet every now and then. As we reached the end of the beach, I quickly shot a glance over at the log, sitting majestically in the lowering sunlight, almost beckoning me to it. My wife saw the expression on my face and looked up at me questioningly. I tried to look away but she caught me and I knew I would have to explain.

Before I could start to say anything, my wife let go of my hand and started walking towards the log. I reluctantly followed her and finally caught up to her as she reached it. She quickly looked over it and then turned around to face me.

“So this is where you two have been coming all this time,” she said as she searched my face for any reaction.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, quickly looking away.

“I know when you’re trying to hide something from me and you have that look on your face right now,” she said moving closer to me until I could feel her against me. “You two have spent quite a lot of time together over the summer and I just wondered what you did, that’s all.”

“We just talked a lot,” I answered weakly.

“Oh, come one. What did you talk about? Sex?”

I looked at her.

“Well, yes, a little,” I said, trying not to let her hear any hesitation in my voice.

“Well, tell me all about it. After all, I am his mother and I should know what he has been doing too.”

“I don’t think I should. After all, it was just man talk, not something a woman would want to hear.”

She took my hand and led me over to the side of the log, pulling me down beside her, so we were leaning against the log, looking out at the ocean.

“Come on, I want to hear all about it,” she said, turning to smile at me. “I won’t say anything.”

I had to do some quick thinking. How was I going to tell her that the two of us had been fucking each other almost constantly, all summer.

“I still don’t think I should be telling you this,” I finally said.

“Yes you should,” she insisted. “I want to know what is going on in our son’s life.”

“You promise not to say anything?”

“I promise.”

I took a deep breath and started.

“Would it surprise you to know our son is bisexual?”

I heard her gasp quietly but she didn’t move. After a minute of absolute silence, she finally said, “No, I wouldn’t be that surprised. Is he?”

“Is he what?” I asked.

“Bisexual?”

“Yes, he is.”

There was another profound silence for a minute or two.

“Did he tell you all about his affairs with men?” she asked.

“A little,” I replied.

“Then, I want to hear all about them, every description and detail. Don’t leave anything out.”

I looked over at her and she was watching me closely. I looked out at the ocean again and took another deep breath.

“He told me about his roommate and how they had sex with each other in their dorm room.”

“Go on.”

“He told me about meeting others and having sex with them many times over the months he was at school.”

I looked at her again and she was fidgeting a little on the sand, moving her legs and ass, trying to find a more comfortable position.

“You sure you want to hear this?” I asked.

“Yes, go on.”

“Well, it turns out that he enjoys having a hard cock up his ass as much as he enjoys doing it to someone else.”

I looked at her again and her face was turning red. Maybe it was from me using the word cock because I didn’t very often use such language in front of her or maybe it was that she was getting excited.

“Did he tell you what it feels like?” she asked.

“Yes.”

We were quiet for a few minutes while she continued to fidget beside me as I looked out at the ocean, my mind in a fog.

“Did you have sex with him?” she suddenly asked, looking straight at me.

I knew at that moment that she knew about the two of us. There was no hiding the fact that we had fucked each other often since he had arrived home.

I hesitated and then just nodded. She didn’t say anything but I could sense in her, something, told me, she was going to be ok with the fact.

“Did you enjoy it?” she finally asked, still looking at me.

I could feel her breath against my cheek and turned to find she had gotten to her knees and had leaned over towards me. The look on her face was something I hadn’t seen in quite a while. Her face was flushed and she was breathing harder, excitedly as she looked at me, waiting for me to answer her.

“Yes I did. I enjoyed the feeling of him both inside me and inside him.”

“You mean you let him fuck you?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And bostancı escort bayan you fucked him too?”

“Yes.”

I was getting really nervous now. My wife didn’t use that language, in fact, I don’t ever recall her using the word fuck before. Now, here she was, her breath on my face, asking me if I was fucking with our son.

“I want to see the two of you together,” she said.

“Why?”

“Let’s just say, I want to watch the two of you fucking each other’s asses and hearing you moaning and groaning.”

I looked at her and she was smiling at me. The glint in her eyes told me she was excited and she looked so beautiful in the setting sun that, how could I refuse her.

“We’ll have to talk about this later when the three of us are together,” I said, smiling back at her.

“I have a better idea,” she said.

She reached into a pocket in her shorts and pulled out a cell phone.

“I’ll call home and tell him to join us, ok?”

Before I could answer, she had the phone to her ear. I watched her as she waited for our son to answer. Her face was aglow and her chest was heaving from the heavy breaths she was taking. I could see her nipples through the fabric of the shirt she had on and realized that she didn’t have a bra on.

“Hi hon,” she suddenly said into the phone. “Your father and I are down on the beach. Why don’t you come and join us?”

She nodded and pulled the phone away from her ear.

“He’s on his way. Should we go meet him or just wait for him here?”

“I think we might just as well wait for him here. When he gets here though, you will have to be the one to explain to him, what exactly you want us to do.”

“I just hope he doesn’t take long to get here,” she said, smiling as she gazed out at the ocean. “I want to see the two of you naked, your cocks ready for action and I want to see you fuck each other.”

“Honey,” I started.

She interrupted me.

“I know. You want to know why I want this, don’t you?” she asked.

“Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do.”

“While we’re waiting, I’m going to tell you something you don’t know about my family, especially, my father.”

“Oh really?”

“My father was bisexual. Some people would call it abuse but he fucked my brother often and many times, as I watched. I’ve never gotten that image out of my mind, even after so many years. I remember how exotic it was and how loving. My brother was just as happy to have my father fuck him as he was to fuck a girl.”

I couldn’t help but ask, “Did you ever have your father fuck you?”

“Yes, both he and my brother used to take turns fucking me when my mother wasn’t at home.”

“You mean your mother never knew?”

“I didn’t say that.”

I waited and didn’t say anything.

“My mother was as sexual as my father. She loved sex and would have it with just about anyone who would accommodate her. I don’t mean she would go out looking for sex, but she had a lot of friends and when they got together, sex was a big part of their activities.”

“So, she was bisexual too.”

“Yes and I guess to I am too, at least I was.”

I looked out at the ocean and tried to picture in my mine, my wife having sex with her parents and brother. I got an image of her between her mother’s thighs, lapping at her cunt, licking and sucking on her clit. My erection was straining against my pants as I closed my eyes, savoring the picture in my brain.

“Here he is,” my wife suddenly said, bringing my out of my thoughts.

I looked down the beach and saw our son striding towards us, a grin on his face. I quickly looked at my wife and then back at the figure of our son, coming closer.

“Hi,” he said as he got to us. “I’m glad you called. I was getting a little bored sitting at home.”

I looked up at him and he turned towards me as I spoke.

“Son, your mother wants to ask you something.”

He looked at his mother, waiting for her to speak.

“Are you and your father having sex with each other?” she asked, watching his face as she did.

He quickly looked at me and I nodded, telling him it was ok if he told her about us.

“Yes, we have been, why do you ask?” he said, looking back at her.

“Because I want to watch the two of you,” she answered, never taking her eyes off him.

“You mean?”

“Yes, I mean I want to watch the two of you fuck each other.”

I looked at my son and he had a bulge in the front of his shorts. My wife noticed it too.

“You’re getting excited aren’t you?” she said, looking down at his crotch.

“Well, maybe a little,” he smiled back at her, watching her eyes move down his body.

“So where do you two go?” she asked.

“Right here,” our son answered.

“Not out here in the open?”

“No, ümraniye escort on the other side,” he said, motioning towards the back side of the log.

My wife looked at me and then at our son. She stood up and leaned against the log, looking over it. As she did, her ass stuck out towards us and I couldn’t see any panty line in her shorts. She not only didn’t have a bra on but she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. My cock responded, straining against my shorts more than before.

I quickly looked at our son and he was watching her, of should I say, he was watching his mother’s ass as she leaned over the log.

“Well, what are we waiting for,” she finally said as she started to scramble over the log.

I reached out and grabbed her hip to steady her as she swung over the log. I could feel my son standing beside me, watching us until finally she disappeared behind the log. I looked at my son and winked at him, making his face light up in a huge grin. I scrambled over the log and my son followed. We found my wife kneeling in the sand on the other side, watching us, smiling at us as we joined her. I leaned in and kissed her lips as I heard our son’s shirt being taken off and his zipper being pulled down.

“Are you sure?” I asked my wife, taking her head in my hands.

“Yes, I’m sure,” she said. “I want to see you two fuck.”

I turned towards our son and found his hard cock inches from my face, inviting me to take it in my mouth. I opened my lips and leaned forward, taking his whole length in my mouth, licking up and down it and sucking on it. He groaned when he felt my mouth engulf him. His hands found the sides of my head and he started thrusting, slowly, in and out of me. I heard my wife behind me groan softly as she watched us. I heard her zipper coming down in her shorts and then I heard them being taken off.

I looked up at my son and he was watching his mother. I couldn’t see her but I could hear her. I wanted to turn around but I was enjoying my son’s cock too much so I continued sucking him. That must have been quite a picture, my son standing in front of his father, slowly feeding his hard cock into his mouth as he watched his mother take her clothes off. I felt my wife beside me and I looked up again just as their lips met, their tongues swirling in each other’s mouth. She groaned softly again and moved closer to our son.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on what I was doing. All of a sudden, I opened my eyes to find my wife’s face inches away from me, watching me intently as I sucked our son. I could see the lust in her eyes as she watched us and she was licking her lips.

“That looks so erotic, you sucking his cock and him, fucking your mouth. Make him come inside you.”

My son sped up his thrusts a little and I soon had his hot come spraying across my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed as my wife watched me finish him then I pulled him out of me, licking and kissing his cock as I did.

“God, I’ve never seen anything that erotic in my life,” she said as she leaned back on her heels. “It beats what I was telling you before about my brother and father.”

I looked up at our son and he had a funny look on his face. My wife looked up at him and smiled.

“Don’t worry, hon, I’ll tell you all about it later. First I want you to turn around and bend over. I want to see your ass hole.”

Our son did as she had told him and turned around, bent over resting against his knees and stuck his ass at his mother. She reached up and spread his cheeks wide open.

“Oh baby, you have such a beautiful ass. I can hardly wait to see your father’s cock pumping in and out of it.”

She leaned closer and I saw the end of her tongue flick against his skin. He jumped when he felt it, groaning softly. She started rimming him, running the flat of her tongue up and down his crack before circling his hole. She licked and sucked on him for a few more minutes and then pulled back. Looking at me, she smiled and beckoned me to come over to her. When I got close enough, she stuck a finger in our son’s ass as she pulled my cock to her mouth, engulfing it in one motion.

The heat and warmth of her mouth on me made me groan as our son pushed his ass back against his mother’s finger, now sliding in and out of him. She sucked on me for a minute and then pulled both her finger out of our son and my cock out of her mouth.

“There, that should help. Go ahead. I want to see your cock sliding into him,” she said, looking at me, motioning towards our son.

I got up and pushed him down onto the sand. He lowered his head onto his arms and stuck his ass high into the air, pointing his hole at me. I moved forward and thrust into him fully, my balls making a slapping noise against his ass.

“Fuck him,” I heard my wife say as I started escort kartal to thrust in and out of our son’s ass. “Fuck him harder.”

I started going faster and the sound of my balls against his skin got

louder and louder. I moved up a bit and thrust down into him. He

groaned louder as he felt my head reach the end of his canal. I knew I

couldn’t last long and I didn’t, suddenly, spraying my hot come deep

up inside him, my cock twitching as it spewed over and over again.

My legs were shaking as I pulled out of him, my come following my

cock, running slowly down his leg. My wife moved in and started to

lick the come off his legs as he and she groaned and moaned. I

quickly sat down and watched the two of them. My wife completely

cleaned our son’s leg off before running her tongue up and down his

crack, getting all the come off him she could. Finally, she rolled back,

away from him and into me. I looked down at her eyes and all I could

see, was lust.

“Are you satisfied?” I asked her, smiling down at her.

“Yes and no,” she answered. “I loved the sight of you sliding in and

out of his ass but I was envious. I wanted your cock in my ass too.”

I looked up at our son and he was smiling, watching us hold each

other.

“I think your mother wants us to fuck her,” I said, first looking up at

him then down at her. They were both smiling as I laid my wife down

on the sand, immediately, covering her with my body, kissing and

sucking a nipple into my mouth. She moaned softly and held my

head against her as I sucked on her. Our son moved my legs over to

the side of her and spread her legs wide apart. I heard her moan again

and looked down to see our son’s head disappear between her legs.

He held her thighs as far apart as he could and I watched his tongue

snake out and lick at her clit. She groaned when she felt her clit being

licked and held my head tighter against her. I watched his head move

up and down her slit as he licked all around her clit and her cunt.

He suddenly got up and moved between her spread thighs, putting her

legs over his shoulders and thrusting into her. She cried out when he

entered her.

“Oh, yes son. Fuck me,” she cried as he started to thrust in and out of

her.

I could hear her wetness surrounding his pounding cock as he fucked

her faster and faster, thrusting as far into her as he could. Every time

he reached the furthest inside her, she groaned. I switched nipples,

taking the other in my fingers, twisting and pulling on it. She was

moaning and groaning louder and louder.

“Oh fuck, I can’t stand it. I want to feel you both inside me,” she

almost screamed in my ear. “I want you both fucking me at the same

time.”

I rolled off her and onto my back. My son pulled out of her and she

got on top of me, straddling my cock. Lowering herself onto me, she

leaned forward and my son stepped between our legs, pointing

himself at her hole. He thrust slowly into her as she groaned loudly,

pushing herself back against the both of us.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” she said as she huffed a little. “Yes, yes,

yes. Fuck me.”

I lay there and let the movements of our son’s thrusts, move my wife’s

cunt up and down my cock as he pounded her ass. I could feel his

head through the thin membrane separating us inside her and every

time he thrust into her, I felt his head rush past mine, giving me a

tingle and my cock started to twitch, my balls tightened and I came

inside her just as he came in her ass. She screamed out as the two of

us grunted as we came, filling her two canals with our hot come.

He held himself against her as he emptied himself into her. I just let

her cunt swallow my cock and I could feel my come spurting out,

spreading itself all over the insides of her cunt.

Our son finally pulled himself out of her ass with a slight pop and she rolled off me. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. When I opened them again, I found the two of them smiling at me. I smiled back and started to say something but my wife stopped me.

“Can we go home now?” she said with a grin. “The sand is a little rough on a girl’s skin. I think we need a softer place to make love and I know just the place.”

We quickly put our clothes on and walked back to the house. When we arrived, my wife kept going and disappeared into our bedroom, not closing the door. In a few minutes, we heard her from the bedroom.

“What are you two waiting for? Get in here. My cunt and ass need a cock.”

I looked at our son and he followed me into the bedroom, a room we didn’t leave for the next day. Our son and I fucked my wife in just about every position one could think of and fucked each other several times too. One should never take it for granted that their life is as full of love as it can get.

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This is a fun story about a girl I knew in college. It’s been embellished of course, but Jessie’s character and her love of oral sex was real. I hope you like.

Little White Lies

Chapter 1

Dexter

Dexter Reynolds couldn’t believe his luck. She’d said yes! Jessie Marks had said yes to him when he’d asked her out! He’d been thinking about it so much, he could barely focus on his workout. The bars seemed almost lighter, and it felt like he could do a hundred reps.

He grinned excitedly for the hundredth time. Jessica Marks was the object of his desire, and was known as Jessie to those he’d asked about her. He knew little about her, except what he could physically see. He knew that she was from the area, that she had gone to a different high school than him and that she was there going to the same University he was.

She also seemed to be the type of girl that was simply too beautiful to be approached by normal folks, or that people assumed had a boyfriend. Half of the people he questioned about her said as much, though he never saw her with a guy more than once.

She looked like a walking wet dream, in his opinion. She had shoulder length brown hair, a wonderful sense of humor, she was intelligent and had an absolutely incredible body that men, old or young, would kill for. She had a habit of wearing short skirts that showed her sexy legs, and seldom seemed to wear a bra. He knew that she was in many a young man’s spank bank. While she didn’t have huge breasts that most of the guys he knew liked, she did have perky ones that were very demanding of attention, with obvious nipples that tended to stay erect whether she wore sweaters or tank tops.

She just seemed to radiate sex. It oozed from her with every move she made. It was like the slime trail a slug would leave, only less disgusting. The only problem that she seemed to have was that she appeared unapproachable because she was so hot. He did see guys talk to her, and she wasn’t rude with them. On the contrary, they seemed to always get her number. He’d see her the next day and the guy wouldn’t be paying attention to her anymore.

There was a quiet wistfulness about her, a sense of vulnerability that he found alluring. Whenever she smiled at him in class, his heart started beating faster and faster. He’d wanted to ask her out for a long time, but was intimidated by her. Still, he knew that the worst she could say was no, so he’d finally decided that he would go for it.

After class, he decided he was going to approach her. She was talking to a couple of guys about the homework, so he waited patiently. As she started to walk to her car, he took a deep breath and caught up with her.

“Jessie, right?” he asked.

She turned and smiled at him, and everything stopped. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as she saw him and beamed a beautiful smile his way. Momentarily forgetting what he was going to say, he shook himself from silence.

“Yes,” she said. “Dexter, right?”

He nodded. “OH MY GOD SHE KNOWS MY NAME!” his brain was screaming.

“I uh…,” he started, but had to clear his throat. “Excuse me,” he said. “I wanted to know if you wanted to get dinner sometime this week?”

She smiled widely. “Oh, my! That’s so sweet!” she said.

He’d heard that part before, and frowned, sensing the coming denial.

“I’d love to,” she said, smiling sweetly.

He nodded and turned. “I understand,” he said. Stopping, he turned back and looked up. “Wait, you said yes!”

She giggled and nodded. “I was wondering if you were ever gonna work up the courage to ask me out. You stare at me like… all the time,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

He blushed deeply and nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “I guess I do.”

“I get it,” she said. “I’m pretty awesome.”

He laughed.

“Give me your phone,” she said, holding out her hand. He smiled and unlocked it. He’d have given her his left hand if she’d asked for it.

She clicked a few buttons and then started entering her information. He looked at it and smiled. It said Jessie “Dreamgirl” for the contact name.

“You’ve got that right,” he said, grinning.

“Flattery will get you far,” she said smiling. “Text me when you wanna take me out and spend all your money on me!” she joked.

He nodded. “I mean, I have to play it cool and wait like 3 months right?”

She nodded. “Dude, if I get a message from you before then, it’s over.”

He laughed.

“I better hear from you today,” she said. “You’ve kept me waiting all semester.”

He smiled widely. This was going better than he could possibly have hoped!

He’d wracked his brain all week trying to think of a great date to take her on, wanting to knock her socks off. He knew that she’d been on a few, but it seemed like none of them had stuck or that the guy just wasn’t right for her. He finally decided on a nice, romantic Italian restaurant, and then he’d offer to take her dancing, or they could go look at the stars by the lake.

Still smiling, he finished his workout and showered before bostancı escort bayan heading home. He got cleaned up and dressed in a nice set of clothes and drove to pick her up. Walking up the flight of steps to her apartment, he tried to calm his nerves. After closing his eyes and breathing deeply for a few seconds, he finally stepped up and knocked on the door.

A few padded footsteps emanated from behind the door, followed by a lock turning. The door swung wide and he saw a different person than he was expecting.

“You must be Dexter,” the girl said. She smiled but didn’t look up at him long. Turning, she beckoned him in. “Jessie will be out in a few. Make yourself at home. I’m Donna.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, smiling. She’d turned though and was headed back to sit on the couch. She picked up a book and started reading as he entered.

She was mildly attractive, from what he could tell since she was wearing a hoodie and long lounging pants. He could see dark brown hair peeking out from around the hood, and must have a large chest as her hoodie was bulging in that area. She glanced up as he stared and smiled, tucking her feet under her lap.

A few awkward seconds of silence passed, and the bathroom door opened. Momentarily losing his train of thought, Dexter couldn’t help but smile. Jessie was wearing an incredibly sexy outfit and looked stunning. It was a sexy white dress that was short to accentuate her gorgeous legs and low-cut enough to be enticing yet still maintain some tastefulness.

“Wow,” he said, grinning like an idiot.

Jesse smiled and came forwards, twirling for him. “Well, I like that reaction!”

He smiled wider, unable to take his eyes off of her.

“Are you ready?” she asked, walking up and putting an arm through his.

“Absolutely,” he answered. “It was nice to meet you,” he said, glancing over at Donna. She waved, but didn’t look up.

“Bye,” Jessie called.

“Have fun,” Donna said, “Call me if he misbehaves!”

Jessie rolled her eyes and shook her head, pulling him out the door. Closing it behind her, she glanced over and smiled. “I’m sorry about my roommate. She’s such a kidder sometimes.”

Dexter smiled and shook his head. “She was fine. A bit quiet, but she was polite when I came in.”

Jessie smirked. “She’s a bit of a couch potato, but she’s been my best friend for a long time,” she said.

He chuckled. “Is that a fact?” he asked.

The two engaged in idle conversation, getting to know each other and talking about school. He learned that she was a sophomore just like he was, and that she loved the town they lived in and the college they both attended. She was 20, just like him, and had an older brother, just like him.

She didn’t quite know what she wanted to study, but was leaning towards nursing. He’d told her all about himself but left out the part about his mom passing away. They talked about work and how he didn’t know what he was going to study either. It was a wonderful meal, and she really seemed to enjoy it. As they walked out, she leaned in close to him and put her arm in his. Looking up at him, she smiled and looked at him curiously.

Suddenly realizing that she wanted to kiss him, he stopped and faced her. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as he caressed her cheek. Leaning down, he saw her close her eyes and followed her lead, her lips softly pressing against his.

Breaking the kiss a second later, she smiled widely and clutched at him tighter.

As he smiled and started to walk again, she turned and asked him, “So, where are we going now?”

He smiled. “Well, I have two ideas. I’m hoping that you can give me a little input on which you’d like to do. I figured giving you a choice might be a good idea.”

“Oh, I like this! Whatcha got?” she said excitedly. He loved how affectionate she was being with him. She was still holding his arm as he walked up to the door of his truck and opened it for her. She ran her hand down his arm as she hopped in and then clasped his hand when he got in on his side. He felt like a little bit of a hornball, but noticed when she was walking that her breast was pushed up against his arm, and he keenly felt her nipple brush back and forth across it a few times as they walked. She seemed almost unaware of how far her breasts protruded, and was nonplussed when they were squished up against him, not that he minded in the least.

“Well, I know some girls like to go dancing,” he started to say, but she frowned and shook her head immediately, “Or,” he chuckled, continuing, “We can go to the lake and look at the stars. I’ve got a blanket and some pillows.”

She grinned and clapped excitedly. “Lake!” she said, practically vibrating with excitement. “I haven’t been stargazing in a long time! Usually guys just want one thing and that doesn’t make for a long date!”

He smiled. He’d been hoping that she’d choose stargazing. Turning out of the parking lot, he pulled out onto the road and drove until they found a relatively dark spot where they could see the stars and hear the ümraniye escort gentle lapping of the waves. He spent a few minutes getting the four or five blankets in place in his truck bed, along with a few pillows, and then the two of them climbed in back.

Sighing happily, he slid in and got comfortable, making room for her to the side. She surprised him by sliding underneath his arm and laying in the crook, her hand moving to gently caressing his chest.

“I’ve really enjoyed our date,” she said. “Most guys just want one thing,” she said. She turned and glanced at him, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I’m glad you’re not like the others I’ve gone out with.”

He chuckled. “Don’t go thinking too highly of me. I’d still be happy to have sex with you, but I just know that it takes time.”

She snickered at him and sighed happily.

“Does this mean I get a second date?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I guess you’ll have to ask me and find out.”

“I’ll put that on my list of things to do,” he joked.

She sighed a few seconds later and turned, drawing his attention. “You should know something about me.”

“Okay,” he replied. “Boyfriend?”

She shook her head, smirking.

“You’re actually a man?” he joked.

She rolled her eyes. “No! Hush and let me tell you!”

He made a zipping motion with his fingers across his lips and smiled.

She idly tickled his chest and sat quietly for a moment as if gathering her thoughts. Finally, she cleared her throat, and looked up at him. “Dexter, I’m a virgin. I don’t plan on losing my virginity until the time is right.”

He lay there quietly, waiting for her to finish.

“I understand if you want to take me home,” she said, turning over to face him some more. He sighed happily as her tits pushed into his side, relishing their plump softness.

“Jessie… why would I want to take you home?” he asked, genuinely baffled that she’d feel that.

“Well, most guys run for the hills when I tell them that,” she said. “That’s the main reason I don’t get a second date!”

“I’ve only been with one other girl,” he admitted. “I don’t mind that you’re a virgin. I never sealed the deal with her.”

She smiled. “So we could potentially be each other’s first?”

He smiled widely, floored at how well the date was going. “When the time is right. I mean, you’re putting a lot of pressure on me!”

She giggled and lay back down on his arm.

“If we start dating, I won’t pressure you,” he said. “In fact, you can surprise me with it when you’re ready.”

The proximity of her wonderfully alluring tits pressing into his chest and side, the soft ministrations of her fingers across his skin, and the enticing way she smelled all served to give him a massive erection. He doubted that she could see it from how she was laying, but he couldn’t be sure. He desperately needed to adjust it though.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me,” she said. “You’re definitely getting a second date.”

He chuckled. “Are your other dates that bad?”

“God,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You have no idea! Most guys don’t make it through dinner without propositioning me or asking for a blowjob.”

He smirked. “No patience,” he said, shaking his head.

“I mean, I love giving head as much as any girl, but at least let me finish my dinner!” she said.

His heart and his erection both leapt at the notion of her giving a blowjob, and he had a flash of her crawling under the table at the restaurant and taking his cock in her mouth.

“Does that bother you,” she asked, “knowing that I like giving blowjobs?”

He smiled. “I don’t hold people’s past against them. Besides, if we start dating, I’ll be the one benefiting of your blowjob experience.”

She giggled. “Very true!” She turned, sliding on top of him. He was keenly aware of her obvious cleavage and the way she was draped across him, his erection pinned between them.

“Wow,” she said, wiggling across his crotch with her hips. “That feels pretty damn big.”

He smiled and blushed.

“I have to say,” she said, tickling his chest. “I really, really like giving blowjobs. Like… a lot. Maybe I’ll tell you how it all started one day, but for now just know that I’ve sucked a few cocks. Take the amount that you think I like to give blowjobs that you have in your head right now, and triple it.”

He groaned, involuntarily thrusting his hips upwards.

“Ohh,” she said, feeling his thrust. “Someone likes hearing about me sucking cock?”

He grinned and nodded.

“Is it because I’m so sweet and innocent looking?” she asked, causing him to nod again. She glanced down between them, but he knew she couldn’t see anything in the dim light.

“I know this makes it seem like I’m a tramp,” she said, “but would it be okay if I gave you a blowjob?”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She was actually asking him for permission to suck his dick!

“I uh… sure,” he stammered. “I mean… hell yes! As long as I get a second date!”

She snickered. escort kartal “I already told you that you were, goofy.”

He sighed happily. “Then by all means,” he said. “My cock is yours.”

She giggled excitedly. “I’m sorry, I just have to see how big you are!”

He smiled and looked down. “Sure,” he repeated.

“Sometimes I’d see you walking in school and I’d see this sizable bulge in your pants and wonder if you were really big, or just big,” she said excitedly.

Sliding down his body, she began to unbutton and unzip his pants, sliding them down until he was able to kick them off. Reaching down, she slid her hands into his boxers and grinned up at him.

“Wow,” she whispered. “You’re so big and hard!”

He’d been hoping for a goodnight kiss at the end of the evening, but here he was, half naked with the girl of his dreams getting situated to suck his cock, and she was praising his size! He couldn’t believe his luck!

“So did you like the idea of me sucking cock?” she asked, scooting down and looking up at him. “Did you want me to suck you off during dinner?”

He smiled and nodded.

She moved lower, lifting his shirt with her free hand and kissing his chest as she traveled lower. Smiling, he propped both arms underneath him and exhaled contentedly.

“Naughty boy,” she said. “You didn’t even know if I liked to do that sort of thing and you wanted me to suck your cock in public!”

He groaned, feeling his cock grow even more erect. He could feel the dampness of her panties on his thigh as she slid lower, and he loved how soft and squishy it felt. She reached his crotch by then and pulled his erection free, staring at it in the pale light.

“God,” she said smiling up at him. “I love the size of your cock,” she gushed. She looked up at him and adopted an innocent look. “Can I give you a blowjob?” she asked playfully. “Please, please, please!”

He smiled and nodded. “If you don’t, I’m liable to explode right here.”

She giggled and turned, bringing his shaft up to her lips. Leaning forwards, she pushed both lips to the tip, kissing it. Pre-cum oozed from the tip and she snaked her tongue out to catch it and spread it over the rest of the head. Moaning softly as her eyes rolled back briefly, she slid her lips over the tip and down.

“I love that,” she said, licking her lips.

“God,” he groaned, arching his back in pleasure. “You’re really fucking good at that!”

She snickered and pulled off of him. “That’s definitely a compliment,” she said, sucking his cock back in. She began to slide down, her lips tight around the shaft as she sucked, lower and lower until she’d reached her limit.

“God,” she said, pulling off. “I can’t get it all the way, you’re just too big!” She took him back in for a second before pulling off again. “Yet,” she added, causing him to grin widely.

She wrapped one hand around his base and was pumping rhythmically, her lips wrapped snugly around the head of his cock. She wasn’t fooling around now, he realized. She was sucking and stroking him with a purpose. She wanted his load.

He groaned, unable to hold back any longer. “God, Jessie,” he groaned. “You’re gonna make me cum…”

She smiled and made the sound every man wants to hear in this position. “Mmmhmm,” she said, stroking and sucking. She didn’t slow at all as he began to cum, his cock-head bursting into her mouth. Small whimpers of what sounded like pleasure were coming from her lips as she stroked. He could feel and hear her swallowing his seed, moaning and whimpering all the while.

Eventually, he stopped filling her mouth and she went about sucking and licking the remnants from his shaft. Groaning in pleasure, he lay there for a few minutes and enjoyed her efforts at his cock.

“God,” she said. “You’re still so hard! Are you always like this?” she asked, looking up.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I can cum several times before it ever goes away. It certainly made puberty interesting. “

She giggled and sat up, letting him pull his pants back on.

“So,” he said. “Would you like me to return the favor?” he asked.

She smiled but shook her head. “I’m okay.”

He cocked his head and looked at her. “I’m not expert at it, but I’m certainly happy to give it my best.”

She smiled. “Save it for our second date, sexy,” she said.

He finished getting dressed and then settled in to the bed of the truck to hold her.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked.

He nodded and glanced over.

She bit her lip nervously before speaking. “Does it bother you knowing that I like sucking cock?”

He chuckled and thought about it. “Honestly, no, it doesn’t. I’m not really the jealous type.”

She exhaled then, breathing easier. “So it’s okay that I usually ended my dates with a blowjob?”

He looked at her surprised but then smiled. “Like I said, who am I to hold your past against you.”

She sighed happily and snuggled closer to him. “This is the best first date ever,” she said.

He chuckled. “I think I’m the one that’s supposed to say that. I just got the best blowjob ever given.”

She giggled. “If you think that’s good, wait until I get you in a bed.” She slid her hand idly across his and clasped it. “I’m looking forwards to hearing from you tomorrow,” she said. “That’s the real test.”

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Patti made her way down the upstairs hall she was still recovering from her surgery. It was now week three and she was finally starting to feel better. She was able to move around a little better even though Ted made her promise to still take it easy. He worried about her and she loved him for that.

“I know, yeah that guy was such a jerk.” Brittany told her best friend on the phone.

“Okay, fess, up something is up.” Anna said trying to get information from Brittany. She had the feeling Brittany had something to tell her but she was holding back.

“Nothing is going on, really.” Brittany said just dying to tell Anna about the night she and her Uncle Ted had fucked. She had played with herself several times thinking of sucking his throbbing cock and the way it had felt when he fucked her tight pussy.

“I’ve known you since we were 8 years old, come on give.”

“I can’t tell you, I promised.”

“Did you suck that guy you told me about?”

“No, not him.” Brittany said thinking of sucking her Uncle off, tasting his precum. Feeling his hard cock in her mouth, feeling him holding her down on his dick.

“Well, then who was it?” Anna asked impatiently.

“I can’t say.”

“Okay, if you say so,” Anna said with a sigh, “you tell me who it was and I’ll tell you how I sucked my bosses dick in the store room.”

“You didn’t!?”

“Yep, sure did.”

“Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“We’ve been best friends for 20 years of course I’m not going to tell.”

Patti stood out in the hall outside Brittany’s room and listened, reaching inside her night shirt and pinching her nipples. She wanted to hear who Brittany had played with.

“Okay here goes, well about two weeks ago, ummm, I walked in on my Uncle jacking off.”

“Really!?” Anna said lying on her bed and slipping her hand inside of her panties. “Tell me more, I want details.”

“Well I’ve had a crush on him since I was 15 years old,” Brittany explained remembering the way it felt when he had touched her. “Anyway one night it was late and I couldn’t sleep so I went to the kitchen to get something to drink.”

“Yeah, go on.”

“Well I heard the television on down in the family room, so I thought I’d just take a peek to see what was going on.”

“Fuck Brit, get to the good stuff.”

“Okay when I went in he didn’t see me at first,”

Patti felt her heart drop, Ted and her had promised to always tell each other when they wanted to play with other people. He had never done it with out her being there when it happened. She leaned against the wall, not wanting to hear any more but not able to walk away.

“Well he was sitting there watching a home made video of his wife fucking and sucking another man.”

“Go on.” Anna said lying her phone down and slipping her panties off, she pulled her tank top off over her head. “Then what happened?” she said lying back on her bed naked, pinching her nipples.

“He was jacking off, and he noticed me.”

“Yeah? Then what happened?” Anna said sliding her hand down to her pussy, rubbing her pussy lips, feeling herself getting wet.

“I couldn’t stop myself, I walked over to him.”

“Then what???”

“I went to my knees in front of him and reached for his hard dick.”

“More, more.” Anna said with a laugh, pushing her fingers inside of her wet slit. “Mmmm, I would love to suck some cock right now.”

“Then I slowly licked the precum from the head of his hard cock.” Brittany said remembering the taste. She wanted to taste him again, feel his hard cock fucking her again. “Licking and sucking on the head of his cock, he held me by the back of my head and fed me his throbbing dick.”

“Oh fuck!” Anna moaned fucking herself with her fingers, feeling her wetness, “then what?”

“Well then I licked his cock all over, teasing him, getting him more turned on.” Brittany said remembering the feel of her Uncle’s cock in her mouth, the feel of his hands holding her down. Setting her phone down she quickly stripped naked and lay back on her bed. “I slowly licked my way down to his balls, taking them into my mouth one at a time,”

“Damn, this is hot.”

“It was,” Brittany said wondering how she could get him to fuck her again. “I stood up and took off my tank top, he just had to play with my tits. Biting them and sucking on them.”

“I need to get fucked,” Anna said pulling her wet fingers away from her pussy, reaching in the bedside table she pulls out a 7 inch dildo, licking it making it wet she rubbed the head of that dildo across her pussy. “Mmmm, tell me more.” she moaned sliding that dildo in her pussy, pushing it inside of herself.

“Then I stood up and slid my shorts off, showing him my shaved tight wet pussy.” Brittany said remembering the look he gave her. “I went and laid down on the bed and asked him to fuck me.”

“Fuck!” Anna moaned pinching her nipples and fucking herself with her favorite toy. “Oh yeah, I love to suck and fuck.”

“So do I.” Brittany replied, imagining Anna fucking herself while she bostancı escort tells her about fucking her Uncle.

“What happened then?”

“He stood up and got undressed and walked over to the bed and said it would be a one time thing.”

“But, you’re hoping it won’t be a one time thing.”

“Exactly, are you fucking yourself?”

“I sure am, need a mouth on my tits and pussy.”

“Oh me too, I’m so horny.” Brittany said rubbing her slit, pushing her fingers inside deeply. She wished her Uncle were fucking her. “Then he got on the bed between my spread legs and he spread my legs wide and he ate my pussy.” Brittany could remember the sensation of his mouth on her pussy, the feeling of him fucking her pussy with his fingers while he licked and sucked on her pussy lips. She could hear his moans while he ate her tight hole.

Patti continued to listen to the phone conversation, she couldn’t make herself walk away. It had only been three weeks since her surgery but she needed sex and she needed it bad. Reaching down she slid her hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy. “You can take care of your Uncle, well you can take care of your Aunt.” she whispered to herself, turning and walking back to her bedroom.

Taking a nice hot shower Patti made sure she was clean inside and out, after drying off she wrapped a large towel around her, still amazed after her surgery she could wrap a towel all the way around herself. She was shy about showing her scar, but right at this moment she didn’t care. She was very horny and needed some release. Making sure her bedroom door was open she could still hear Brittany talking on the phone. Lying down in the middle of their king size bed Patti slowly reached for her tits, teasing her nipples, pinching them and pulling on her hard nipples, moaning as she did so.

“Aaahhh, oh yeah, I need to cum.” Anna moaned into the phone, she was fucking herself, hard and deep. “fuck Brittany, I want to fuck your Uncle now.” she said, feeling her climax building, pinching her nipples she pulled the wet dildo from her slit and rubbed her throbbing clit.

“Oh I want to fuck him again,” Brittany said listening as her best friend rubbed her pussy. “Maybe I can find a way we can both have him,” she said spreading her legs wide and pushed two fingers deeply inside of herself. In and out she fucked herself, her juices were pouring out of her hole. “Mmmmm, fuck, oh yes, so good,” she groaned rubbing her clit with her other hand, faster and faster she rubbed her throbbing clit.

“Did his cock feel good inside of you?” Anna asked, gasping and moaning the closer she got to her climax.

“Oh yeah, throbbing and hard, he pushed my legs back as far as he could and he fucked me hard and deep,” Brittany said remembering the feeling of when he had entered her for the first time.

“I love to get fucked hard, the harder the better.” Anna said, picturing Brittany’s Uncle fucking her. “I want to taste his cum,” she whispered, feeling herself getting close to her climax.

“So do I,” Brittany moaned, “He fucked me so hard, slamming his cock into me,” she said remembering how his cock felt inside of her. “Mmmm, aaaahhh, yes, oh fuck!!” she squealed as she suddenly climaxed, “uummmm, cumming, ahhhh,”

Hearing Brittany climax made Anna rub herself harder and faster, “Ummm, yeah, oh yeah, gonna cum,” Anna grunted pushing herself to climax, she pushed two fingers inside of herself and rubbed her throbbing clit. “Gonna cum, gonna cum, aaahhhh, yes,yes,yes.” she moaned climaxing.

Brittany lay on her bed and breathed deeply, hoping her Aunt hadn’t heard her. “Oh my god!” she said picking up her phone. “That was good, I needed to cum.” she said calming down, she could hear Anna gasping for air. “Are you okay?”

“Oh yes, that felt so good.” Anna admitted, she hadn’t had sex in over a week and needed to cum.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” Brittany said thinking about what she had just done, had phone sex with her best friend. She had never been with a woman, she had always been curious.

“Wasn’t that hot?” Anna asked thinking of Brittany lying on her bed naked.

“Well, yes it was.” Brittany admitted, liking the idea of maybe one day getting it on with Anna.

“Fuck! My Mom is home, I gotta go.” Anna said hating to end the conversation. “Call me later tonight, I want to hear more about you and your Uncle.”

“Okay talk to you later, I need to shower anyway.” Brittany said with a giggle.

“Oh yeah me too,”

“Talk to you later Anna, bye.” Brittany hung up the phone and took some clean clothes out of the dresser and went into take a quick shower. Standing in front of the bathroom mirror she brushed her long hair. “I’ll get you again Uncle Ted, I promise you that.” she said to her reflection. She needed to go and check on her Aunt.

Patti was pretty much back on her feet from surgery but there were some days when she needed a lot more rest. Today had been one of those days, Patti had stayed in bed most of the day.

“Damn, I need to cum so bad,” Patti whispered ümraniye escort bayan to herself, spreading her legs wide she slid her right hand down between her legs, “mmmm,” she whimpered rubbing her hand across her pussy, feeling the wetness between her legs. She could hear Brittany moving around in her room, she didn’t think that Brittany had ever been with another woman. She decided to change that, especially after listening to Brittany and her friend having phone sex while talking about Brittany getting fucked by her husband.

“Brittany??? Could you come here for a minute please?” Patti called out to her niece. Wouldn’t Brittany be surprised to find her Aunty lying naked on her bed fingering herself.

“Yep, what can I help…” Brittany said walking into the room and finding her Aunt naked, “Oh I’m so sorry,” she said turning around to leave.

“No, wait.” Patti said looking at Brittany imagining Brittany naked in bed with her. She was going to do everything to make that happen. “I need to talk to you.”

“Ummm, but you’re naked Aunt Patti,”

“Yes I am, and I am VERY horny.” she told her niece looking her up and down, “I heard you on the phone with Anna.”

“Oh, you did?” Brittany asked worried that Patti had heard everything. “Look, I can explain…”

“It’s okay, I know your Uncle Ted has needs and I haven’t been able to take care of him the way he needs to be taken care of.” Patti looked at Brittany and licked her lips, she needed to feel a mouth on her pussy.

“I…know I shouldn’t have…” Brittany started to say.

“Get undressed.” Patti ordered her, looking her up and down. “If you can take care of Uncle you can take care Aunty.”

“But, but I’ve never been with a woman.” Brittany said, watching her Aunt continue to rub herself.

“You were just on the phone with Anna rubbing your pussy, I heard you.”

“Well, yeah but…” Brittany was at a loss for words.

“Get undressed.” Patti told her again, pushing two fingers inside of her wet slit.

Brittany did as she was told, quickly taking her clothes off, she stood in front of her Aunt naked. She knew her Aunt liked woman also, she felt her pussy getting wet.

“Get on the bed between my legs,”

Brittany did as she was told, lying down between her Aunt’s spread thighs, she could see the wetness. “I…”

“Spread my pussy open gently,” Patti told her, she looked down and watched Brittany do as she asked.

Brittany glanced up at her Aunt, she did like touching her Aunt. Ever since she had watched those home made video’s, she had wondered what it was like being with another woman. She was about to find out.

“Lick me.” Patti told her looking down at Brittany, “do it.”

Brittany leaned in and flicked her tongue across her Aunt’s pussy lips, she felt her Aunt jerk at the contact.

“Mmmm,” she whispered at the feel of Brittany’s tongue on her pussy. “lick me the same way you like to be licked, you know the way your Uncle licked your slit.”

With a moan Brittany spread Patti’s pussy open, pushing her tongue inside of her Aunt’s tight hole. “Ummm,” Brittany moaned as she felt her Aunt pushing her pussy onto her mouth. She had a feeling she was going to like eating pussy.

Patti pulled her legs back as far as she could, looking down and watching Brittany eating her slit. “Oh yeah, that’s it eat me.” she groaned pinching her nipples. “I’m so horny, three weeks and no sex was getting to me.” she admitted.

Brittany loved eating her Aunt, she hoped that her Aunt would return the favor. She loved the taste of her Aunt’s juices, licking and slurping them up. Finding Patti’s hard little clit she took it into her mouth, sucking on it gently.

“Ahhh, yes, oh fuck yes.” Patti moaned loudly, “finger me,”

Brittany put two fingers into her mouth and got them wet, then she gently pushed them into her Aunt’s hot,wet pussy. Fuck, her pussy was so tight, slowly in and out she fingered her Aunt.

“Fuck my pussy, do it Brit,” Patti moaned twisting her nipples, she had to cum.

Brittany licked and sucked her Aunt’s slit, fingering her at the same time, she heard the moans as she brought her Aunt closer and closer to her climax.

“Fuck me,” Patti told her offering Brittany a 7 inch dildo, “I need a cock in my pussy.”

Brittany took the dildo from her Aunt and looked up at her, “I’m going to make you cum.”

“You better.” Patti told her watching her take the dildo into her mouth, sucking on it noisily.

Taking it from her mouth, Brittany spread Patti’s pussy open, rubbed the dildo across that tight pink hole. “You just love to fuck don’t you?”

“Oh yes, I’m your Uncle Ted’s slut.” she said looking at Brittany, “fuck me now.”

Brittany spread Patti’s pussy open with her fingers, pushing that dildo inside of her slit, she heard Patti groan.

Patti was so wet that the dildo slid inside of her easily, “Oh yeah, fuck me hard.”

Brittany pulled the dildo slowly out of Patti’s pussy, glancing up she saw her Aunt teasing her nipples, her eyes kartal escort closed enjoying the sensations she was giving her. “You have a tight pussy,” she told her Aunt glancing up at her.

“More, give me more please…” Patti begged, Brittany continued to fuck her hard and deep, she could hear the wet sound’s Patti’s pussy was making.

In and out she pounded that pussy, heard her Aunt’s moans of pleasure.

“Oh yeah, so good, fuck me.” Patti moaned, reaching down and rubbing her clit, she needed to cum, she didn’t just want to cum she HAD to cum. “Do it Brittany fuck your Aunty, make me cum.”

Walking in down stairs Ted could hear sounds of Patti moaning, thinking something was wrong he went up the stairs two at a time. “Honey are you…” he said walking into the bedroom, stopping dead in his tracks he found Brittany lying on the bed with his wife fucking her with her favorite toy.

“Harder, fuck me hard.” Patti moaned, looking up and seeing Ted standing there watching. “I needed to get fucked baby.” she said looking at him. “Feels so good…”

Brittany glanced around and saw her Uncle and she smiled and pulled that dildo from her Aunt’s pussy, taking it into her mouth she sucked it loudly.

Ted stood there and watched, he walked over to the bed and watched Brittany lick his wife’s pussy juices off of the dildo. “Taste good doesn’t she?”

“Mmmmm.”

“I know what you two did.” Patti said looking at Ted, she couldn’t really be mad at him.

“Oh, baby I can explain.” he said hoping she wasn’t too angry at them.

“Don’t let it ever happen again, with out me being there.” she told him, “I want to suck your cock.”

“Are you sure you’re up to playing honey?”

“It’s been three weeks I need this baby, please???”

Ted quickly undressed and joined his wife and niece on the bed, kneeling next to Patti’s face he felt her grasp his cock gently, stroking him up and down. He felt his cock start to come to life, he watched Brittany sucking on the dildo, making it so wet it was dripping.

Patti moved closer so she could take his cock into her mouth, “Mmmm,” she moaned around that cock in her mouth. She had missed making love with her husband so bad, Ted straddled her head so that she could suck him better.

“Ahhh, yeah baby girl suck me.” he told her reaching down and grasping her head, he did love to feel her hot mouth on his dick, feel the sensations of her flicking her tongue across the underside of his cock, right under the head. “Do it, yeah use that tongue baby.”

Brittany spread her Aunt’s pussy open again and slid that dildo back inside, fucking her, hard and deep. She could hear the moans coming from her Aunt and Uncle, she pulled the dildo from her Aunt’s sopping wet slit and moved up on the bed next to them. She wanted to watch her Aunt suck her Uncle’s dick.

“Suck it, suck that cock Brittany.” Ted told his niece, he watched as she slowly licked the head of that dildo, flicking her tongue across the head. “That’s it, suck it like it was a real cock.”

“Mmmm,” Brittany moaned, taking that dildo a bit deeper into her mouth.

“Suck me honey,” he whispered when Patti took his cock deeper into her mouth. She was sucking his dick like she had never had one before, in and out she took his cock. Flicking her tongue all over his throbbing cock. “Oh yeah, deep throat that cock Brittany,” he said looking at their niece.

Brittany reached down with one hand and she rubbed her wet slit, getting the dildo very wet she took the dildo and pushed it into her pussy, moaning as she did. “Uummmm.” she looked at her Uncle, watched while he got his cock sucked.

“Fuck so good babe, suck me.”

Patti continued to suck her husband’s cock, tasting pre-cum she loved sucking him. It had been over three weeks since they had been able to make love and she had missed it.

“Fuck yourself,” he told Brittany pulling his cock from Patti’s mouth, not saying a work he moved down to the end of the bed and laid down between his wife’s thighs. Spreading her thighs he leaned in and licked her pussy lips. He glanced up when she jerked at his touch. “Just relax and enjoy it baby.”

“I’m so horny honey,” Patti whispered looking down at him, ” I need you.”

“I know baby, just enjoy.” he tells her spreading her pussy lips open and tonguing her slit.

Glancing at Brittany Patti watched her niece fucking herself with the dildo. “Straddle my mouth Brittany, I want your pussy.” Patti tells Brittany.

“Mmmm,” Brittany moaned still fucking herself deep and slow, taking the dildo out of her slit she offered it to her Aunt for a taste.

“Oh yeah, taste good.” Patti whispered watching as Ted continued to lick her pussy, pushing his tongue deep inside of her hole. “Ahhh, yes baby yes.” she groaned.

Brittany straddled her Aunt’s face, pinching her own nipples as she did so. “Eat me.” she told Patti looking down at her.

“My pleasure,”

Ted was in heaven licking and sucking his wife’s hot pussy, he had really missed their love making the past three weeks. Getting his fingers wet, he slowly pushed first one and them two fingers in her tight pussy. He heard her gasp as he did so, he knew she loved to get fingered hard and deep. It was one of the ways that would make her cum fast, harder and deeper the better she liked it.

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Alejandro had been young when he’d married Lucinda. But that had been a different time and a different culture. Now he was thirty-five, living in Las Vegas, and trying to built up some cash to start a business. Lucinda was long gone from his life. But here was Bellarosa, their daughter, just nineteen years old, standing on his doorstep, uninvited and unexpected.

“Papa,” she said. “It’s just for the summer. I need a place to stay until school starts. The dorms don’t open until August 12th.”

Of course he couldn’t say no. She had come here without money or friends. If he didn’t let her stay, she’d be on the streets. It was not possible for him to allow his daughter, no matter how distant their relationship, to take such a risk. And she had certainly planned this all out to make sure he had no choice.

“Fine,” he told her. “But understand that I cannot drop everything to show you around town or help you get settled.”

“No, Papa. Mama told me. You are a busy man. I can do all that for myself. I will get a job and take care of myself. You go ahead and do what you need to do. I will be out of your hair soon.”

“And don’t call me ‘Papa.’ It makes me old. Call me ‘Alex.’ That’s my American name.”

Alejandro tried to live his life as usual. But her words reminded him of how little he’d been involved in her life. She obviously believed herself to be no more than an inconvenience to him. She would not have dared to manipulate him in this way had she believed there was any genuine affection between them. She was counting on his honour and sense of duty, not a real familial relationship. He hadn’t even sent money to her mother to help with the bills as she grew up.

Over the next few weeks, seeing her every day, watching her come out of his guest room to go search for a job, no more than a few polite, matter-of-fact words exchanged between them, it drove home his failures as a father. His guilt continued to grow until it was starting to affect his work.

He met Inca at Flames nightclub, signed her to a contract, and booked for her a blowjob scene in Public Fantasies

2. He had intended to initiate her into the business himself. Inca had gotten out of the van, stripped out her clothes in the shopping mall parking lot, knelt on the rough asphalt, and tried her best to swallow his cock as he sat in the vehicle’s open doorway, but his dick refused to cooperate.

In the end, he could only direct the scene with another performer coming on that beautiful face. Inca had been a pro about the whole thing, never objecting to the change in partners, cheerfully getting dressed and walking around the mall with cum on her face, even getting the girl at Cupoccino to kiss her sticky lips on a bet. But Alejandro had been devastated. A younger performer would never recover from such a failure. His reputation would be ruined. In an older performer, some allowances were made, but it was a clear signal that his useful years in this career were approaching their end.

He was lucky enough to be an established and well-known performer, and he was smart enough to have developed other roles in the industry. He had proven to be very skilled in the scouting and development of new talent, and he had learned to direct and produce. He was even working toward starting his own production house. But he was not ready to give up the performing. By his count, Alejandro had fucked 647 different girls in his career. He was hoping to bring that number to at least 1000 before he was forced to retire.

But then, the same thing had nearly happened with the Crimson twins. The director, Bruce Canton, had personally asked Alejandro to lead them through their first hardcore scene. But it was the girls who had to rescue him in the end. The sisters had agreed to 69 each other in order to get their aging costar’s limp dick to rise to the occasion. The incestuous scenes would probably make it a hit internationally, but would have to be cut from U.S. version. He’d eventually managed to successfully fuck both girls and popped an impressive load in Kelli Crimson’s mouth, but they’d gone over schedule by forty-five minutes, and another scene had to be postponed till the next morning, which meant they had been paying a full crew to sit around and do nothing while they waited for the filming to not happen.

It took nearly two week of scheduled meditations and the work of three fluffers on standby to get Alejandro back up to his usual performance standards and production back on schedule. He had agreed to appear in a gangbang scene for standard pay to make up the lost costs. But eventually, Alejandro and Serpent’s Apple Films were back to normal and at peace with each other.

Then came the announcement over his office intercom, “Alex, your Bellarosa is here.”

This was absolutely his worst nightmare. He had never wanted anybody in his family to know that he was a porn star. He assumed, that over the years, one or another of his relatives might have spotted him in a video. Hopefully, they would assume the professional bostancı escort dick only resembled their estranged cousin who had gone to America. But even if every single member of his family had known for a fact that he fucked on camera for money, he knew for an absolute fact that they would keep the knowledge from his daughter. Yet here she was at the studio, all his secrets laid bare.

As one of the production directors, Alejandro had many responsibilities. He took his time with those chores, hoping she would go away. He set his next production schedule, reserving studios, choosing performers, directors, and crew, sending notices off to the emails of those who needed to know. He authorized payments for last week’s cast and crew.

He made a delightful call to Miranda Sweet, informing her that now that she had agency representation, her modeling fees could no longer be paid in cash, but by a check made out to her agent, issued as a lump sum at the first of every month. All required IRS notices would be filed, of course. Miranda’s shooting schedule would be sent to her agent by special messenger on Saturday evenings, instead of an email to Miranda herself. The studio would still require confirmation within twelve hours, however. Alejandro hated agents. He knew that Miranda needed that cash in hand for her dealer and that her agent didn’t work weekends. If Miranda failed to confirm a shoot, she would be dropped from the production. Three failed confirms and they’d stop scheduling her.

When he could delay no longer, Alejandro made his way to the receptionist’s desk, dreading the coming encounter. But Bellarosa was not there. “Jill was here when the girl arrived,” the receptionist explained apologetically. “She’s already taken her back to get a contract signed. I’m a witness, so don’t worry about her getting the credit or the finder’s fee. But one of Jill’s girls didn’t show up this morning. She needed a replacement right away and your girl seems ready to go. She’s gorgeous, by the way. Congratulations on another one.”

Alejandro stared at the secretary in horror. This was so much worse than any of his nightmares. She was assuming Bellarosa was one of his finds, one of the fresh beauties he’d recruited to fuck and suck for a buck.

And apparently, Jill had made the same error. Jill was one of the nicest, sweetest people he’d ever met, caring and friendly and helpful in every way. She was also the most persuasive director at Serpent’s Apple. She could turn a nun into a porn star. And she was in the casting office with his daughter.

Alejandro took off at a run, hoping to prevent what had probably already happened, sprinting toward the elevator, hoping he could head them off before they got to the rear office.. Contracts were always signed at the back of the building and fresh-faced initiates were taken there via the long way. There were several doors, three corridors, a prop storage room, and four flights of stairs. The long journey intimidated prospective new performers. They felt lost in the bowels of the enormous building and nervous about finding their way out without help. And nobody is comfortable asking for help after rejecting a generous offer. The effort of reaching the office also increased the newbie’s commitment to the course they’d chosen. By the time they finally got there, signing the contract seemed like an achievement, a prize they had earned.

Until today, Alejandro had always admired the psychology this business employed to keep enticing fresh new talent to bang on camera. But to his delighted surprise, Bellarosa had not yet signed anything.

Even frustrated and anxious, Jill was the soul of courtesy. “Your girl’s loyal, Alex. She insisted on waiting for you. But I desperately need her in about fifteen minutes. If you can please have her signed and ready in under thirty, I will do two of your public blowjobs and direct one piss-drinking scene.”

That was quite an offer. Jill had mostly retired from performing. But he wouldn’t trade his daughter for a hundred Jills. To get her out of the office and keep her from arguing her case, he said “I’ll see what I can do.”

After Jill left, Bellarosa grinned at her father. “Daddy, you’ve been a little naughty.”

She gestured to a poster on the wall behind the desk, featuring Alex Rivera fucking one girl from behind while a second girl crouched between his legs and licked his balls. “Those girls are my age, Papa. Mama told me you probably had a young señorita, but I don’t think she imagined this.”

He tried to stammer out an explanation, how the soap opera had fired him, how the garage had been burgled and everyone assumed the Mexican had something to do with it, even if the Mexican was actually Argentinian, and how the drug dealers thought he was a spy for the rival Cartel and refused to bring him into the crew. But he didn’t manage more than a few words.

“Papa,” she said. “Papa, listen to me. It’s okay. I don’t care. You can fuck as many girls as you want. It makes me proud that you ümraniye escort bayan are still so virile.”

He tried to let that be okay. But it wasn’t working out very well. “How did you know?”

“I didn’t. Not until today.”

“Did you follow me here? How did you find me?”

“You gave me a ride to the restaurant last night. I left my phone in your car. I used the computer to track its location. It led me here and I came inside to borrow your keys. I had my backpack on and that girl Jill thought I was delivering a package. I forgot to call you Alex, and when I asked for Alejandro, she got all excited and led me back here.”

Alejandro could easily see how Jill could have made her error. He always told his new girls his real first name to establish some trust and to let them know that the person who fucks onscreen is just a character, not the real person. When Bellarosa had asked for Alejandro, Jill had naturally assumed that Bellarosa was a newbie pornstar.

“It will be tricky getting you out of here,” he said. “Jill really does need a new girl, and within the next few minutes. She’s going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble if she can’t get this project finished on time. She can’t force you to participate, but she will want some kind of explanation. I’ve gotta figure out a story she’ll accept.”

“Why will she get in trouble?”

“The owners of this studio don’t think there’s a market for what she’s wanting to do. She had to go way out on a limb to convince them to let her try it. They’ve allowed her use of a studio, but she has to do her own camerawork and editing, and still keep up with the other projects we have scheduled. If she’s late delivering the finished product, she’ll lose credibility. They might not let her direct or produce anything for a year. She’s worked long and hard to get where she is, but she might go back to being considered just a performer and occasional tech crew if she can’t deliver a promised product.”

“What was she trying to do? Something kinky?” Bellarosa felt bad for the girl. She’d been very sweet and friendly. And she knew how hard it could be for a woman to be taken seriously.

Alejandro shook his head. “No, nothing like that. Old-fashioned stuff. Tame stuff. Solo girls masturbating on camera. But there’s no market anymore. You can get a webcam girl to fuck herself in her own dorm room while moaning out the name of the guy who paid her to do it. The costs are minimal. Jill’s stuff is beautiful, very artistic, but so much more expensive to produce. Which means customers would have to pay as much for the DVD as they would for the personal attention of the cam girl.

“Don’t get me wrong. I hope she succeeds. I’d like to see some old-fashioned porn shot on today’s high resolution technology. I just don’t see it selling. And if she doesn’t get some talent here in the next few minutes, she’s going to lose her studio time to a standby project. She won’t get another shot at it.”

“Let me do it, Papa,” Bellarosa pleaded. “I’m not shy. I can masturbate on camera.”

“Absolutely not! I have brought enough shame and disgrace on myself by doing this shit. I will not add to it by dragging my daughter down with me.”

“No disgrace, Papa. Sex is natural. Masturbation is natural. Wanting to watch is natural. If Jill is doing beautiful art, let me be part of it.”

“We are not having this conversation. No is no is no.”

“Papa, I am minoring in Drama. I have already been naked onstage in two plays and I did a nude scene in an American movie. I’ve masturbated for boyfriends before. I even masturbated for two of my girlfriends once to teach them how to do it. How is this any different really?”

“It’s different because I didn’t know about any of those other things. I wish I didn’t know them now. But I can say no to this one. No is no is no.”

“Papa, maybe we could consider this the family business. How about that? I am following in my Papa’s footsteps.”

“Hell no! My mother is rolling in her grave at your words.”

“Grandmama lives in San Estaban. And besides, I know the truth about her. Your mama was a puta. Your Aunt Estrella was a puta. Your sister Leona was a puta. You lived in a brothel until you were eight years old. You are the only one who doesn’t know that. This is the family business whether you like it or not.”

Alejandro was angry and ashamed. Of course he knew he’d grown up in a brothel. But he had never intended that his daughter should know that. And this business would not go any further. “No is no is no! No is no is no!”

Bellarosa smiled at him. “Papa, that worked when I was five. But then you went away. And while you were saying no just now, I went ahead and signed the contract.”

She had readied herself to move before dropping that bomb. With the papers firmly in one hand, and her backpack gripped in the other, Bellarosa jumped up and fled through the door. Her father gave chase, but out in the corridors, chasing a young girl and screaming at her to come back was kartal escort not a good image, and could be especially problematic in a porn studio. You never knew just who had infiltrated. One angry activist, posing as a secretary or a janitor or something, might make an emergency phone call and cause the place a thousand headaches.

Jill had been waiting, anxiously, by the elevators. When the new girl came rushing out the door, she called out to her. “Are you signed? Can we shoot? What is your name.” Alex burst out the door behind her, but stopped quickly.

“All done,” Bellarosa answered, smiling back at Alex. “We can shoot. Call me Rosie Bell.”

Something strange was going on between those two, Jill decided. The girl was looking self-satisfied as hell and Alex was flustered and red-faced. He’d probably gotten a blowjob from the new talent. Alex wasn’t known for that kind of thing, but many of the directors took advantage of the industry they were in and got plenty of extra pussy. Jill didn’t blame them. You played the hands you were dealt. You did yourself no favours by pretending that some of the cards were off-limits. A few minutes on her knees had gained her the chance to produce this new video. She had taken advantage of a man’s traditional weakness and gained herself an advantage. If Alex and the new girl had used each other for an edge, more power to both of them. But she was on a time crunch and wished Alex could have waited until later to sample the goods.

Bellarosa followed Jill to the studio and was handed over to wardrobe, makeup and hair stylists. She had exaggerated before regarding her experiences with nudity. She wanted a chance to connect with her father. It was the real reason she had come to this town. If she had to join him in the porn industry to do so, then so be it. In truth, her only real experience with being naked in front of strangers had been a wardrobe malfunction in a bikini at a water slide.

It was surreal to have three women undressing her, touching her everywhere, rubbing lotion and applying makeup, meticulously trimming her pubic hair, and dressing her in new black lingerie. And it was weird as hell to have her father watching as this was done.

The shoot itself was easier than she’d expected. Jill started off by having her sit in an easy chair in front of the cameras and asking her questions. They started with simple biographical information, then moved into personal sexual questions. Bellarosa was directed to gradually strip, one piece of clothing at a time, and dance suggestively for them the camera.

She tried hard not to look at her father as she did all this, but when she described losing her virginity, she gave up the battle and met Alejandro’s eyes. By the time she got down to the real business of the shoot, stroking her clit, jamming two fingers up her pussy, and making herself come, she was staring into her dad’s grim face.

It was the dirtiest thing Bellarosa had ever done in her life. She had once given a blowjob to a boyfriend on the front porch of her house. Her mother had been just inside and there was traffic passing on the street. She could have very easily been caught in the act. But this was the first time she had deliberately performed a sexual act in front of people she knew were watching. And the fact that one of those people was her father gave it a lot of extra spice.

And she could see that he was reacting to her show. She knew the look of desire on a man’s face. Perhaps if she had grown up with him, the many, many variations of facial expressions would blend together into a single paternal oneness. But he was almost a stranger to her. The lustful expression on the man’s face was more familiar than the man himself. She could see that this man was getting turned on by watching his daughter finger her pussy.

Alejandro stayed to the very end of the filming. Jill wanted some extra close-ups of Bellarosa’s pussy to edit into the final production and a re-answer to one of the questions. And until the last camera was put away and the lights shut down, Alejandro stayed and watched. When it was all done, three things were crystal clear: Jill was a true and talented artist in the porno business, there would always be a market for the kind of video Jill was trying to put out there, and Bellarosa was born to be a porn star.

He couldn’t face her once the shoot was over. Jill invited Bellarosa to watch the raw footage, and Alejandro made his escape. He went back to his office and tried to clear his mind of the forbidden pussy he’d just watched. He had his own shoot in a few minutes and he needed to be able to perform. He was terrified that the guilt he was feeling might keep him from rising to the occasion.

Casey Storm was in the building. She would never make a good porn star, due to her uncontrollable tendency to laugh through every sex act, but she was plenty useful in other capacities. He called her to his office and got her to fluff him while he took a look at the contracts his daughter had just signed. It was standard practice to screw over new performers. Not Bellarosa, though. Not his daughter. If she was going to do this, she would get the star treatment. While Casey sucked and giggled between his legs, Alejandro fixed Bellarosa’s contracts to give her every advantage.

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