My head is propped up on two pillows so I can watch without straining anything. Before me is quite a contrast. One of the heads is adorned with long beautiful blonde toned hair, with only a bit of brunette mixed with gray roots showing in the part. The other head sports short electric blue hair with orange streaks. I'm on my back, on my bed. I'm naked. The two heads are moving about, sometimes bobbing up and down on my cock, sometimes turning sideways to lick the shaft of my guy. My cock in turn is on full alert and he is very happy right now. From time to time the view opens up so I can see bare shoulders and two sets of nice breasts hanging down and a flash of pussy when one moves just right, as these ladies are on their hands and knees to take turns servicing me. Four hands are moving constantly, stroking my cock, tickling my balls, tracing fingertips up and down my inner thighs or pinching my nipples.
One head pulls away, the blonde haired head, and then the full torso rises up as she perches on her knees. Massive surgically enhanced breasts with large erect nipples poking out straight hover over me. Her pussy is shaved, with nice neat lips and an obvious bulge indicating a happy clit. I watch as she swings one leg over me and clambers aboard, moving slowing above my erect cock. She reaches down to grasp my cock, aims it between her thighs, slowly painting her pussy with my cock tip from end to end a few times. She feels hot and wet and slippery to my guy. After a short eternity she finally lets the head of my cock begin to part her lips and pierce her hot tunnel.
So of course, the phone on the table next to my bed......rings. Damn!! Good dream ruined.
I pull the phone up to my disappointed ear. The clock says 7 AM.
"Yellow"
"Oh, hi!"
Happy voice. Female. Just a tiny bit husky. A short pause.
"Can I help you?"
"I'm sorry. Have I reached Frank Cummings?"
"That would be me."
I'm two seconds away from punching the red X and losing whatever this broad is selling.
"Are you the Frank Cummings that grew up in Hankport, Illinois about twenty years ago?"
"Uh, yeah........"
Suddenly I have some interest.
"Wow....that's great. You are only the fourth Frank Cummings I called today and I found you already."
"Congratulations"
"Frank, this is Laura Ford. We dated for a little while right after I graduated high school. You broke my cherry!!."
"Oh hey....Hi. I remember you. How are you?"
Right about now I'm wondering what this is all about.
"Frank. I need to be kinda forward here. So I'm just gonna jump right in. First, are you married?'
"Yep to forward. No, to married."
"Living with anyone?"
"Nope. Just me, myself, and I."
"Good!! Says here you are living in Springside. True?"
"Ah, yep."
"I have a proposition for you but I need to deliver it in person."
"What is this going to cost me?"
"I'm not selling; I'm offering. Likely you will enjoy what I have to offer. You did once if you remember."
"Well, I remember some things pretty well."
Boy, do I.
"Can I come up there to meet with you? I'm in LA now. I'll come to you."
"My time is my own, so I guess I can meet with you. When can you head up here?"
"I can fly up tomorrow morning and rent a car if that is OK."
"Fine. Call me from the airport and I will talk you in."
"See you soon."
I remembered Laura. I had come home after my first year in college to a summer job of physical labor and strange smells on a farm of sorts. Now August was winding down. While talking with my old boss at the hamburger place, Sara, one of the car hops I had worked with the previous summer, walked in. She was still a flirt and she clearly wandered over on purpose. With her was a cute but painfully shy girl named Laura. Laura was about 5 foot 4 and well put together with proportionately long legs and noticeable breasts, but she didn't try real hard to look in any way special. Her clothing was far from stylish and she wore no make up at all. Looked like her mom cut her hair. And she wouldn't make eye contact with me. Laura had just graduated high school. And I was deliberately getting herded into asking her out by my friend the car hop.
I was surprised when Laura agreed to go to the movies with me the next night. She did briefly smile, but even that was forced. But the next evening she ran up to me as I pulled Dad's car into her driveway. She wore a plaid short-sleeved dress that buttoned up the front. Her chest was giving those buttons a test, if you get my drift. The hem reached her knees so she was not challenging the rules of propriety. I got a smile back when I told her she looked good. She snugged up her seatbelt and we were off.
"Where are we going?"
"I was thinking the Bijou."
First date with a gal I knew nothing about, so I had picked out a chick flick. Safe that way.
The movie was pure torture for me, but she seemed to enjoy it. There was a subdued love scene near the end of the film. I noticed that held her attention. When her arm brushed against mine, skin on skin, she jumped a bit.
She whispered, "I'm sorry".
"No worries."
I smiled at her in the dark. She averted her eyes again. I caught a half smile, for just a moment.
Movie ended and we walked out to the car.
"Ice cream? Root beer float?"
"Yeah, sure."
Ten minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of that hamburger place. Sara was working and she rolled up to my window on her skates.
"You guys look great!! Having fun?"
I let Laura answer.
"Yes! We saw the new Bianchi movie. It was as good as the reviews."
Order pad in hand, Sara asked, "What can I get you?"
Laura asked for a chocolate two scoop cone and I went for the root beer float. We got comfortable and talked while we enjoyed our treats. She relaxed enough to laugh at my jokes. But soon enough I had to take her home. My summer job in the bull barns began at 6 each morning so I needed to hit the sack.
We talked briefly, parked in her driveway in the shade of the garage for privacy. A huge overhead light turned the rest of the driveway into daylight. I leaned over to give her a peck on the cheek for a goodbye. She nearly jumped out of her seat. She definitely was upset. I had to get an answer on that. So I asked.
"Whoa, what just happened?"
"I'm sorry!!"
"Me too. I meant to give you a little good night kiss on the cheek, because I had fun tonight."
"I ...... I'm sorry. A man ...... a man once tried to kiss me....and more. He was a terrible man. He worked with my dad and he ........forced me to kiss him. I haven't gone out on a date since. I was afraid."
"I'm not going to hurt you. Honest. Just a good night kiss."
"it's not you...... I kinda wanted .... a little kiss. But it just reminded me....."
She was turned toward me and I had a hand on top of each shoulder, and cupping her chin with a hand on each side was an easy step, and I kissed her lightly on the lips.
"You hoped for something like that?"
"Yeah"
She did not object to a few more kisses after that. My fingers wandered off, to her ears, her hair and her neck and that soft spot just under her ears and under her collar on the skin of her neck and then shoulder. She shuddered and a soft moan escaped her mouth.
"You OK?"
A pause and then, "Oh yeah. That feels good. I'm just fine."
My kisses wandered along her cheek and then down her neck below her chin and behind her ear. More shudders and more soft moans. My breath flowed softly right into her ear.
"Unnnnh ....that's nice."
"Yeah?"
More of the same. I added in a hand sliding down and up and down on her bare arm. A thumb ran up the inside of her arm. More shudders. Another moan.
My elbow slid over her breast. A big shudder. "Ohhhhhhhh."
Let's see where this can go. My hand on her shoulder slowly slipped down and when she didn't stop me, cupped over her breast. She didn't object.
Suddenly she was sucking my lips into her mouth. Our tongues raced to capture each other. Fingertips slid across her breast, and the fingernails working over that bulging nipple. She was vibrating.
"Oh gawd!! that feels so good."
So with the fingers of one hand I wandered in between the buttons on the front of her dress. One finger found the top of her bra cup and then slid under, across the soft warm skin until I found the turgid nipple. She jumped a little but then settled in to enjoy that pleasure. Finger tip applied to nipple tip. The other hand was busy behind her back, working on that three hook fastener on her bra through the fabric of her dress. I got two hooks undone when she startled up and the game stopped.
"I have to go....... I'll see you later."
And she was out of the car. She wobbled a little as she tried to get to her house.
I phoned her the following afternoon after work.
"Hey, how are you?"
She answered, "You must hate me."
"Really. Why?"
"I acted like a complete idiot last night."
"I must have missed that part. I had fun and I thought you did too."
"I did. I did have fun. But then I ran away from you. You must hate me."
"Nah. I was hoping you might want to go out with me again. What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing"
"Can you stand another movie?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Seven o'clock ok?"
"Yes"
"See you then."
We settled into the last row in the theater, right in the middle. It was a Thursday so the place was not crowded. This flick was supposed to be funny and I looked forward to it.
We got through most of the movie in silence. This time when my arm brushed against hers she didn't startle. So I took hold of her hand. She didn't resist. She leaned over and whispered to me, "I liked what you did last night......when you touched me, you know, on my chest. I liked that a lot."
"Good. That was kinda the point. I wanted you to feel good. I'm glad you liked it."
"You can do that again if you want."
"Oh, I want."
"We can't do it in here."
"Nah, probably not. But we can go someplace else."
"Let's go."
So out to the car we went. The small park at the river's edge was dark and deserted when we arrived. The trick in this spot was to keep the windows closed and the mosquitoes out. I slid over the seat to sit right next to her. She turned toward me and smiled. Then she leaned in to kiss. Her tongue shot into my mouth. She was breathing hard and fast. My hands were sliding up and down her back. She had a question
"When you were touching me last night, did you try to unhook my bra?"
"Yeah"
"Why?"
"Bras get in the way."
She liked my kisses on her neck. Her neck felt warm. She took in a deep breath. She trembled. And my hand slid down her arm and then found the bottom of her shirt. My touch on her belly sent a deep breath into her. My hand slid up the skin on her belly. Her skin quivered. I wrapped that hand around her breast. She moaned. "Oh, I like that."
"Yeah, I know. Want me to keep going?"
"Yes"
My other hand succeeded in popping the bra clasps. She jumped a little but then went back to kissing me. She had more breast than I had hand but I grabbed as much as I could. Her nipple bored into my hand. Another moan. "See what I mean?"
"Yeah, it was in the way."
I turned her so she laid back against my chest and wrapped hands around both breasts, on the soft smooth skin, teasing and squeezing, finger tips on hard nipples. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled the front open. Laura was moaning and writhing about. her breaths were coming faster and harder. Her had began to roll from side to side and her mouth open to release some unusual sounds. I pinched her nipples harder and that did it. She arched her back and her hands pounded into the car seat. Crying out and twisting her body, she was wracked by pleasure. I induced full body jerks on command by pinching her nipples over and over again. After some time at this she rolled onto her side away from me, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms across her breasts she shuddered to a halt. I gave her a little time, stoking her head and hair gently.
After time passed, she relaxed some and her eyes opened. She reached over to wipe the drool from her chin. She sat up, her hands hiding her breasts for modesty. Then she looked over to me with a smile.
"What the heck was that? What happened to me?"
"That's what they hint about in those romance novels you've read."
"So....I'm slaked."
"Yes, I guess."
"My mom never mentioned this. She said that we had to keep a man happy no matter how disgusted we felt. I don't feel disgusted. Not at all."
"Good, because I'm happy."
I went back to playing with her breasts, and she was soon purring again. But then headlights pulled into the park entrance and it was time for us to leave. Laura buttoned up and I took her home. In the driveway she unbuttoned and I gave her nipples quick kisses as she tried to remount her bra.
"Oh, that's good too."
"Yeah, for me too."
"You like doing that to me don't you?"
"Yep"
"OK, I get it"
"What are you doing Saturday night?"
"Spending more quality time with you, I hope."
"Seven o'clock again?"
"Yes"
"Be hungry. We will have a little picnic. I know a secret place."
I had time Saturday afternoon to climb up into the stored hay in the upper level of the oldest barn. I moved a few hay bales and made a nice nest. A nice private, quiet nest. When I led her up to my nest I carried the cheese and crackers, sliced salami, and white wine in an actual picnic basket. The thick blankets I had laid down tamed the rough edges of the hay bales and it was actually pretty comfortable up there.
"You built this just for me?"
"Yep"
"How sweet. And a feast. What else do you have in mind?"
"Getting to know you. That's all."
We kissed and talked and nibbled. After a couple of glasses of the wine we spent more time kissing and less eating crackers. I began massaging her breasts and she stopped me. I watched as she quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. The bra went away just as quickly. She lay back against me so I could apply both hands to both breasts, just like the last time. Then it was time for lips on nips. This time it was daylight enough that I could see what I was doing. So could she, and it was fun watching her following my hands as they explored her breasts. She had the one piece swimsuit tan line. The white skin highlighted the pink of her nipples. She glanced over at the growing pile of her clothing.
"They got in the way."
"Yep"
She went right to hot as I played my tricks. Soon enough I watched the skin on her neck and shoulders turn red and the color flowed across her chest. Nipples were very sensitive. Her breaths came in gasps. Her mouth opened for gurgly sounds. And now that she knew the path, it led quickly to the arched back, twisting and squirming and then the pounding of her fists against the hay bales. She called out to the heavens.
"Oh gawd!! Yes!!"
Laura went completely stiff and then rolled onto her left side, squeezing her legs together. She shuddered three times and heaved a massive sigh. The pigeons in the rafters flew away in a flurry of feathers. Laughter followed.
She wanted a hug, so I accommodated her. She crushed against me, then backed away.
"Take your shirt off. We need to get things equal here."
Bare chests now rubbed against each other. Her fingernails raked my bare back. She smiled into my face, and slowly bent down to place her lips on my nipple. My turn to shudder a little. "Oh, you like this too."
"Yeah, but clearly not as much as you."
"What would make you as happy as you just made me?"
"You sure you want to go there?"
"My mom told me to never let a man put his penis inside me. Is that what you mean?'
"Not exactly. There are things you can do to a man that don't involve that. These are things we like a lot, and a woman can make a man feel just as good as we can by playing with your breasts."
"Show me."
"OK. You can stop any time if this bothers you."
"Show me!"
I happened to have a swelling in my jeans extending down my right leg. I pointed to it.
"I'm a guy. It all starts right there."
"What do I do?"
I took her hand and placed it on the bulge. She got a funny look on her face. I still had her hand in mine as she spread her fingers over my cock. I began to slide her hand up and down on the bulge.
"Like this, and you can squeeze gently. Yeah, like that. Or you can kinda tickle him with your fingernails softly run up and down, yeah like that."
My turn to make so soft sounds.
That funny look on her face got a bit more funny.
"It's getting bigger."
"Yeah, it does that."
"Can doing this make you feel as good as I did?"
"Not usually. But, remember what we decided about your bra?"
"I get it. Things get in the way."
"Yeah, they do."
"What do I do next?'
"Loosen my belt. Yeah, like that. Now the button and zipper."
"I get it."
Her hand slipped inside and settled on the skin of my cock. Felt good and I let her know.
"No room in here."
I helped her tug down my jeans and shorts. Somebody popped up into view.
"This does not look anything like the drawing of a man in our sex ed class."
"I've heard that. This is what we call reality."
"Can I play with it."
"Yep. I expect to like that. Oh, and by the way I call it Him."
"I'll bet you do."
Laura was the picture of intent as she examined my erect cock. She jumped a bit the first time he twitched in her hand, but then went back to business. I enjoyed myself as she turned him back and forth exploring the view, squeezed a bit, and then discovered that drop of pre-cum and spread it around with her finger tip.
"That's one of those things that feel real good to a man."
"I see. Do you like this too?"
She had wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began stroking me.
"Yeah. Do that long enough and you might see me as happy as I made you. You can gently tickle my balls. Yeah, those. The tip on him is very sensitive, especially that little rim........yes, right there. Now you could become his best friend if you want to kiss him there."
"Really? Kiss him?"
"Yes"
Laura bent over to sniff my cock. Then she very tentatively brushed her lips on the tip. Then I got a much more positive kiss on the tip.
"Like this?"
"Yeah, that feels good. Men like it best, just because you asked....when a woman puts his cock deep into her mouth and sucks and licks on it."
"Ewwww, really?"
"Yes."
She looked into my eyes for a bit, then stared at my cock for a while longer. Then with one quick gulp in anticipation she bent over and her lips opened and my cock slid in part way. I deliberately let out a low moan.
"You like this."
"Yes, a lot."
"What do I do next?"
"You can do several things. You can lick him like a ice cream cone. You can suck on him like you did my nipple, on the tip or while you slide him in and out of your mouth. You can stroke down here with your hand while you suck and slide your lips and tongue over the tip. What you are doing is giving the man the same sensations when he gets.....ah, inside a woman. Done well it can feel even better than when he is inside a woman."
"Wait a minute. In the class they talked about ejaculation, when a man squirts, uh, stuff. My girl friends talk about making a man cum. Is that when you squirt? Is that what you want? Can I do that for you? Will that make you feel good? Cause I want to make you feel good."
"Yes to all of the above. When you curled up because you felt so good....that's what a good squirt does to a man."
"Good. I'm gonna try that."
And so Laura set to learning this new game. I guided her along. She was a quick study and soon was transmitting to me the pleasure that she wished to gift me. My cock swelled in her mouth. She was on her hands and knees and I watched her head bobbing on my cock. Her large breasts hung below her, swaying gently as she worked on me. I let her know when she did anything really special and I noted with pleasure as she caught on to this game.
I could feel it coming on, and Laure kept doing all the right things, and I began to burn inside, and it was time to warn her.
"Laura, you are doing great. Uhhhh yeah, great. I'm gonna cum. You might want to just slide your hand on my cock now and aim him away from your mouth. Just as my cock slid out of her lips and she licked the head, I got to that point where I couldn't stop if I had wanted. She raised herself off my cock and her chest with those luscious breasts hovered in front of my nose. My cock was aimed right at her.
"Ohhhhh, I'm coming."
Cum spewed from my cock, splashing off her breasts, dripping off one nipple. Spurts of cum, over and over against the skin of her chest. Finally winding down, I felt a few more spasms but the cum shower was over. My bones had turned to rubber and I was a bit light headed as Laura went back to sucking my cock as if nothing had happened.
The sensations drove me wild as I had been thrusting my cock first into her hands and now her mouth. I found I was a little hoarse. I think I know the guy who had been growling out those strange noises. I needed to catch my breath. My eyes were closed.
When I finally stopped twitching I opened my eyes and there she was, smiling. I may have had a grin going too.
"Did I do good? Was that a cum? It was pretty weird but boy that was fun."
"Yes it was. And you did very good."
"Question.....you said that your nipples were sensitive just like mine, right?"
"Well yes but yours are better."
"So I found how to make you feel good, down there."
"Yep"
I think I have some places down there too, that can make me feel good. Right?"
"Oh yeah, you do."
"Show me"
"Clothes get in the way there too."
She smiled at me.
"I kinda figured that."
Not long after the jeans and white panties were on the pile of discards. Laura was touching herself.
"It does feel pretty good. Funny, my mom always told me not to touch myself here. Oh, and especially here."
She was running a fingertip along her slit. The moisture there was impressive. And she showed me the fun places she had just found.
"I'm all slippery."
"That means you like this."
"It feels good when I rub my breasts, but it feels better when you do it."
"Guess what."
"Do it .....please."
Laura was still simmering so it didn't take long. I located the usual suspects and with judicious probing and stroking and pressuring I took her on the journey. I stoked the stroking places and press on those areas. I found that spot that comes just before H and of course her little on-switch up front and those amazing pleasure spasms that say climax but don't really mean that it is the end and I took her there again and again. Her head lolled back and forth. She arched her back. She crushed my hands between her thighs. All those noises escaped her mouth. Her body still responded but her consciousness I think was somewhere over on third street.
So of course I had to make things more interesting with my tongue and lips. This produced the same effect as those rockets the military attaches to the rear of aircraft so they can take off so easily. She took off just as easily. A gentleman never counts, but we were effective. Laura had morphed into a puddle when I finally stopped. The blanket under her was soaked.
Laura lay on her back, head to one side and her mouth open. She was breathing hard and drooling a little. When her mouth closed, she was smiling. Her legs were carelessly open and her pussy was still twitching and she opened it and closed it randomly. She shivered a bit each time she squeezed it closed. Her eyes met mine. In a very soft and somewhat husky voice, she told me it was time.
"I want you inside me."
"You're sure?"
"Yes"
I hovered over her briefly as she traced her fingers across my chest. Our eyes were locked upon each other. We kissed long and hard. My cock was again fully alert and I let just the tip of him scribe randomly around and across and along her crack. She jumped and squirmed and tried to push her pussy around me. I finally let her catch up to me and when she fed my cock toward her I let it go into her. Her eyes opened wide and she sucked in air. A gasp escaped her and she winced in pain briefly. Slowly I let him slide all the way in until she could take no more. Then I let my body slowly descend until I covered her, most of my weight supported by my elbows but I pressed firmly into her where it counted. We kissed and hugged and pressed into each other with my cock a quiet presence that she was very much aware of. I gave him a little twitch at random intervals and each time she moved to drive him in deeper.
Her eyes were rolling back into her head until I started with a little traditional in and out. That brought her back to the reality of absurd pleasure. This was new to her but she wasn't sending it back. I progressed to faster and harder and the cries came again along with the grunts and gurgles. This time she grabbed the blanket with a hand on each side and tried to rip it off the hay bales.
I took her up and then let her down too many times to count. I finally pulled out for the last time to loose some more cum across her belly and tits. Then I held her until half the night was past. I woke her and we dressed. She clung to me all the way to her house. One long hard kiss and I told her I had to leave to go back to school. Then she was gone.
Two days later I headed back to school. We phoned for a little while, But I was back with my girlfriend after the long break and that getting back acquainted was fun.
It wasn't much longer before Laura took the show on the road, so to speak. I heard through the grapevine that she took up sex as her new hobby after I went back to school. With enthusiasm. I lost touch with her after this.
Until the phone rang that night..... I was curious to see what caused her to look me up after all those years. In the mean time I went back to sleep.
I was awake this time when the phone rang. It was Laura, calling at a reasonable hour for a change.
"Hi Frank. I'm at the airport. How do I get to your house?"
Was not yet completely convinced that I wanted her to know exactly where I lived. I still had no idea what this meeting was to be about. Seemed reasonable to meet in someplace public until I knew more.
"Did they feed you on the plane?"
"No, unless a quarter of an ounce of peanuts counts as lunch."
"Hows about we meet at my favorite Chinese restaurant for lunch? Are you renting a car?"
"Yeah"
"Get on the 101 going north. Follow the signs for the Golden Gate Bridge through the city. Once you are over the bridge stay on 101 until you exit on Sir Francis Drake. Take that west, left. The first big shopping area on the left after Civic street.....near the Target.....you are looking for Lame Duc Woo. Figure about an hour this time of day."
"Got it. See ya soon."
It would take me a hour to get there myself, so I quickly lost the old fisherman sweater and changed into a clean shirt, and then picked a set of keys off the rack next to the garage door. Must have been a hunch, but I chose the Maserati because it had the back seat as well as the luggage area. And I figured Laura, being a woman, would have packed more than she needed. I thought we would leave her rental and she could ride with me if we ended up going to my place. Considering the road it just made more sense that I drive. And if she didn't go home with me, I could hit the grocery then and save myself the drive a week later. When the nearest grocery is an hour away, ya learn to plan in advance. So I brought along my tablet with the grocery list, too.
My luck, when I got caught behind that truck on the narrow winding road I had the Highway Patrol in my rear view mirror. I could have passed the truck several times, but not legally. So Laura beat me to the restaurant.
Sun Lee was behind the cash register when I entered.
"Mr Cummings, nice to see you."
"Hi Sun Lee. I am meeting someone here today so can I have a table in a quiet place so we can talk?"
"Mr Cummings, I think your friends are already here. Please follow me please."
Friends, plural?
Two women sat at the corner table. Both were staring at me. I recognized the Laura of twenty years ago immediately. Then I recognized the Laura of twenty years later. This was getting interesting.
The older Laura got up and ran to me. I got the big hug and then she backed up to check out me, top to bottom with that little pause as she found the bulge in my jeans.
"Frank.......you look great! A little age has improved you. I'm so glad to see you again."
"You aren't looking all that bad your own self."
That was a ton of understatement right there. Laura wore the obligatory skin tight and body contour hugging yoga pants and a midriff exposing top with spaghetti straps and cut outs down each side loosely held together with rawhide strips woven along their length. Any imperfections marring her body would have been exposed, but there were none. Her legs were well shaped and muscular, her abdomen was ripped and six pack. Up top the side slits celebrated the borders of her breasts and between those spaghetti straps those twin bulges guaranteed that no one would ever see the color of her eyes. Oh, and did I mention the nipples? Well, I should have. They were pointing right back at me. I've seen 38 year old women before, as in often, but not like this. Her hair was now an expensive blonde tone and her complexion was obscenely perfect. I was impressed.
I got another hug and as she pressed those impressive orbs into me she whispered into my ear, "You better be planning on taking me home tonight and fucking my brains out."
"I've been giving that some thought."
"Come over here. I have someone I'd like you to meet."
We wandered over to the table they had claimed.
"Frank, let me introduce Loanna, my daughter."
"Hello young lady. Very nice to meet you."
"Relax Frank. She is not yours."
She said it smiling. And Loanna was smiling. I was simply shocked.
"Laura, she is a spitting image of you when you were 18. Just amazing."
We took our seats and shortly ordered lunch. We made small talk. I figured whatever Laura wanted to talk about would wait, perhaps until we all headed off to my house.
Later, out in the parking lot next to the Cadillac Laura had rented, I tried to explain the difficulty of the road ahead and the various reasons why I wanted them in my car and not theirs. They were not quite sure, but we loaded the canvas duffel bags and those two silver metal cases into the trunk and back seat and with Laura in the front and Loanna in the backseat we headed west.
"Nice car, Frank."
"Thanks. It's a lease."
The road bored through brush and trees with an assortment of obscenely expensive homes mostly hidden behind. The land became hills and valleys as we climbed the ridge. Cresting that the view opened to the west. A large meadow area that had been claimed by the horse people and then the golfers spread before us. Over there a flock of wild turkeys and then peacocks. Then some small townlets peopled by artists and aging communists still protesting the Viet Nam War as if it hadn't ended 50 years earlier. This is the land of perennially weird people.
Then we were in the river canyon with the road trying to follow the winding stream through giant redwoods that crowded the road, threatening to take off the side mirrors if you got careless. Even stranger people lived in that dark dank mist dripping green fern and moss place. Climb another ridge and just then you can sense the sea. You can smell the moist and the cool as the air tries to match the temperature of the cold water. The fog was high that day, so the gray light tinted everything.
Pasture land and Eucalyptus forest, lichen covered rocks set out in the right places, sheep and damp looking cattle, with a few horses and the usual deer. A heron in a pasture looked for mice and earthworms. The two women had stopped talking and they just stared at the wonder of this place. Then the view opened upon the large bay and the road hugged the shore for miles and buildings on stilts waded into the water and fleets of derelict half foundered fishing boats bobbed at anchor. The oyster places gathered flocks of cars but otherwise it was deserted for us.
The sea went left and the road right for a bit of pasture land with picturesque farms and great white dogs guarding the sheep. Every other power pole held a large hawk. Each hill brought a vista that made you want to set out an easel with water colors and brushes.
We turned left at the T and shortly after I slowed as the little town that circled the small round bay demanded that concession. Nothing for the next ten miles but beaches with crashing surf, great rocks slowly wearing away out in the waves, a few gorgeous homes leaning over the cliffs above the waves and a flock of wet suit clad surfers walking through the flowers to reach the waves. I dare you to capture the beauty and magic of this place with a mere camera for you cannot. The ladies noticed.
The next few miles were the reason I was driving and not them. The road climbed up the cliff and then followed the drunken cow as a world of curves and hills and valleys and that false promise of a guard rail was all that kept us away from 500 foot drops to the sea, and the flowers were everywhere and out there to the left was ocean to the horizon, but don't make that one mistake of getting distracted that would prove that Maseratis cannot fly.
A few more miles of cliffs and ocean and forest and views with a grand prix of road and curves and then I slowed for the right turn that led uphill and then after the one last view across the ocean over a shoulder we were enveloped by the redwood forest.
My place is a half acre with about 50 large redwood trees. A cluster of fairy rings, that thing that happens when the stump of an old redwood that had been cut down for lumber to help rebuild after the earthquake of 1906 births new trees from its roots in a circle, fills the center of the lot. My house is an L that kinda wraps around these fairy circles and the windows are there and you can touch the trees if you want because they are so close. Facing the seasonal creek the whole window wall of one room slides open to let in the outside. Above the jetted tub the skylight lets ya look up into the canopy of redwoods. And the outdoor hot tub just gives a different view. My house lets me live in the forest as the forest moves in with me.
I led the ladies into my home. They peered through the windows at ferns and tree trunks and those few flowers that thrive in such a place.
"Frank, this is stone gorgeous. Just wonderful."
I opened the window wall and some other windows and the ocean cooled air flowed in.
"I have lots of sweaters to loan out as I prefer to let in the ocean air and the tree air and the air. Who needs a drink?"
Lunch turned into late afternoon. I still didn't know why Laura needed to talk, but she had promised to jump my bones. Worse things could happen. The better thing that happened was a request for some time in the hot tub on my deck.
"Frank, how's about some time in your spa?"
My spa was on a deck surrounded by ferns, flowers, and redwood trees. I had cranked it up earlier so it was ready. When all the bells and whistles were turned on I had soft music and a small fake waterfall to listen to while soaking. And with the bird feeder nearby, I often had bird noise too. The low fog off the sea was wandering in through the trees lending a surreal aura to our experience. I passed out towels and those thick white cotton robes and headed to the kitchen to give the ladies some privacy.
I pulled three rib eye steaks out of the fridge. I had enough fresh food for two days in anticipation of house guests. Three sweet potatoes went into the oven. I was throwing together a salad when the call from the spa came in.
"Hey Frank.....Aren't you going to join us?"
I had a decent chablis in the wine cooler so that cork went away. I stripped down and put on my robe. Three glasses and the wine bottle in hand I wandered out on the deck. I was greeted by four tits. Oh, the heads and bodies attached were also there, but all I saw were four tits. Two were the joy of youth, perky with hard nipples pointing up and slightly out, and the other two were clearly the beneficiaries of experienced surgeons and modern science that defied the law of gravity and the vicissitudes of aging. I poured three glasses, passed out two, and then dropped my robe and climbed down into the hot water. I felt four eyes on my cock as I settled into the water.
The ladies had been in the hot water long enough that sitting on the higher seats with their breasts out of the water and in plain view helped them cool off a bit. The cool ocean air had all nipples hard and tall. I didn't mind. When both ladies moved over to sit next to me, one on each side, I noticed but still did not object. Soon enough arms were around my neck and hands were tracing circles around my nipples. Loanna leaned in and began nuzzling my neck. A tongue slipped into my ear. The first hand on my cock belonged to Laura, but shortly after Loanna joined in. I rose to the occasion. Things were looking up, so to speak, but this came as a surprise. I wondered what might happen next.
Loanna excused herself and stood up to leave. She stood directly in front of me, ostensibly to speak briefly with Laura. The water stopped at mid thigh. Every inch of her dripping body looked luscious, but the shaved pussy held my attention. I remembered her mother's neat camel toe when she was 18 and Loanna clearly was a clone. I took the chance and let myself stare. Laura did not take offense to me leering at her young daughter.
Now alone in the water, Laura's hand still massaged my cock, so she held my attention after I watched the tight behind of her daughter walk across the deck. She bent at the waist to pick up a leaf. ‘That would be the back half of her slit starring at me, right next to the closed eye of her butt hole. Leaf safely in hand she disappeared around the corner.
"So Frank.....whatcha been doing all these years?"
"Well, I finished college and immediately went into the Marines. Put in four years and then settled here in California. I started a line of cosmetics and scented candles, and that has kept me employed to this day. The business kinda runs itself now so I'm in the office only occasionally and can manage most issues from home. I like this just fine. So, what, beside rearing a lovely daughter, have you been up to?"
"I guess you could say I am in entertainment. Los Angels is good for this so I moved there long ago. This has also been good for me and I'm pretty well set. Now I'm doing what I can to help Loanna get started with her life."
"No Mr Laura spending his life with you?"
"No. Getting rid of Loanna's father was the best thing that could have happened to both of us. How about you.....ever married?"
"No never. At at my age I watch out for gold diggers. Apparently I am not as resistible as I would prefer."
"I'm not here to dig for gold. I am not worthy of your attention but I have an ulterior motive. I think you can help me with Loanna, but I am not quite sure how to broach the subject. But I have something else I want to do first."
Suddenly I was enveloped by this beautiful and well constructed woman. Laura began kissing me, tongue in mouth, sucking on my neck, breathing into my ear. Her hand was still on my cock, stroking the length quickly and firmly. She straddled my lap and was soon grinding against my thigh, which brought forth a soft moan. Even under the water I could feel her smearing her excitement along my bare leg.
"Oh Frank.......I need you inside me. Fuck me, now. Fuck me hard and fast. Make me crazy. Ride me like I have never been ridden before. Give it to me.....but don't cum. Stop if you have to but don't cum. I'll explain why, but this is important. OK?"
I was seeking her pussy with my erect cock. I managed to get the words out as I found the door and slid in.
"Yes dear."
I guess I did something right because she was soon enraptured with the consequences of my enthusiasm. We were working the water into a small tsunami. Laura went stiff with her first one, her head rolled back and her eyes closed. She cried out. I felt her clench me inside her and I almost forgot my promise, but she relaxed just in time for me to regain my composure. She was receptive to everything I did, and the climaxes rolled along at regular intervals. Her vocalizations filled the forest. Fingernails left their marks on my back. She chewed a sore on my lower lip.
"Oh gawd!!!! Fuck me!!!!"
And I did. Sweat ran into my eyes so I had to close them. I was feeling the exercise but the sensations demanded I not stop. She climbed out of the water and got on her hands and knees and it took her from behind will standing in the water. I lost track of time. She might have been waiting for me to quit, but I waited longer for her to end. Finally she folded into a mass on my deck with me spooning from behind, her head resting on her arm. Every twitch of my cock in her sent a shiver through her.
"Oh jeez, you have to stop. I have the full short circuit."
So I rolled left just enough to let my cock escape her pussy. I could use a rest. I looked up, and standing by the corner of the house, Loanna was staring at us, wide eyed. She was still naked and she had one hand on a tit pinching a nipple and one working over her clit. She came as I watched, bending over at the waist and twitching a mite. A drip of drool left the side of her mouth.
"Okay?"
Laura lifted her head and looked over at my face. She smiled.
"You passed."
"I passed?"
"You still have a big dick and you still know how to use it. And on command you didn't cum in me. You passed."
"And....what was this test about? While we are at it, why did you bring Loanna to a place where you knew we were going to be screwing ourselves silly. You know she was watching, right?"
"Oh, she was watching?"
"Yep"
"Well, then I guess I should explain. I mentioned that I was in entertainment. Truth is I do adult entertainment. I do porn, videos and web cams, and I dance in clubs around the country, stripping. And I do an occasional private party where I bring, shall I say, appropriate enthusiasm, with some wealthy and powerful men and women in politics and Hollywood. So I have good connections and I can make as much money as I want."
"All right."
"Are you angry? Do you hate me? Do you despise me?"
"Ah, hell no. I'm cool with this. That is if it works out well for you...."
"I am approaching 40 and you are looking at what surgery and Botox can do for a gal my age. But that is not going to last forever. Time is a relentless bitch. I will retire before they throw me out with the week old fish. I've got four million in my portfolio and cash in the bank and my home is paid for. I'm set for life if I don't blow it. I've done thousands of videos and my personal appearances in strip clubs, well let's just say I'm taking in more than some retired politicians' speeches. But this is not gonna last forever. And I've got to do what I can for Loanna while I still can. I am going to try to get her a good start in the business."
"This is a good thing?"
"Loanna is a nice kid but she is not headed for medical school. I don't want her waiting tables or cleaning houses, and I don't want her turning tricks on the street. Doing porn is no vacation, but it pays and the men are clean. I know everybody and maybe I can grease the skids a little, and once she is established and has proven she can play the game she can go as far as she wants. She sure has the looks and I can teach her the skills."
"I can see this. You know the ups and downs of the business, so to speak. Where do I come in?"
"I will get her a toe in the door. I know the right people. We will sign her up with my agent. She will do "casting" videos with some of the best people to prove she is willing and able, and that will fill a few weeks. In the process she will need to do the male talent each time of course, usually twice and sometimes more. She will do the camera guy, or gal, to show she is willing. And most likely she will have to do the producer and sometime his friends or business associates. This all is pretty standard. So she probably gets fucked four to six times or more a day in the first two days for each company. If they like her, they will each set up more shoots for the next several days. That means she will get fucked a couple of times or more a day, or more if she does three or four at a time, and this will go on as long as she can stand it. This is how she proves her worth to them. Then if they call her back or some other company uses her she will be fucking a lot. And that's where the money is. And it is big money.
The money is good, but that thing down there gets sore from all this. It can get so painful that she won't be able to go on and they will just toss her away for the next girl. The key to her making it will be how well she can keep fucking. I know this sounds awful but that is the game."
"I get it. I was talking with a hooker once who told me that she took time off and when she came back it took her some time before she was ready to fuck repeatedly without pain. She said she built up callouses sorta, uh, down there."
"Exactly"
"Let me guess. You had me fuck you, but I was not to cum. Was that the test to see if I can give her such a workout? Am I to be her personal trainer? I'm gonna get her into shape."
"You got it."
"And what if she says no? She wouldn't be the first to say no to me."
"That's why I set it up so she could watch us, you know, fucking. I thought we would invite her to join us after I did you. I guess that part was taken care of."
"That why you were faking all those organisms?"
"I wasn't faking nothin'. You are that good."
"Thanks for that."
"Can we go into the bedroom? I want you to "meet" Loanna and we will see where that goes. Don't wash off your cock. She needs to get used to that too."
My bedroom had windows on three sides with the views filled with redwood trees and ferns. I fired up the gas fireplace to warm the room and turned on some quiet tunes. The king bed awaited. Laura led Loanna into the room, holding her hand. Both were naked. Loanna looked luscious. Each carried one of the metal suitcases in the other hand. They plopped them on the bed and released the latches.
To my surprise, both contained folded tripods, lights and stands, and small video cameras. Soon enough my bedroom morphed into a studio as the lights turned on and were directed in appropriate directions. Laura had me stand at the foot of the bed while she set a camera on a tripod and focused in on my half hard cock. Then she picked up another camera. And she began to talk Loanna into the "scene".
"OK Loanna. This is your casting scene. You have had your ID checked and you are of legal age. The guy has interviewed you and you told him your life story, when you lost your cherry, and what kind of weird kinky sex you've tried. And you told him why you want to get fucked on camera. Now Frank has just walked into the room, naked, and his big cock is at half mast, just like that. You have never met him before. Let's give him a cute but kinda nervous smile, and say hi."
"Hi"
"That's good, but wait, let's try this.....you are sitting on the foot of the bed, go do that....good, now legs spread and you play with yourself, yeah good, spread the lips, good. Lick your fingers and then wet yourself down there. Two fingers in and out. Lick your lips and grimace just a bit from the pleasure. I'm gonna put the camera,,,,,,, right here, nice and close. The men like that. OK both hands behind you and lean back, legs still spread, good. Frank just walked into the room and you are watching him, naked, big cock waving in front as he walks. He is a complete stranger. You are a bit shy so act modest. Close your legs and both hands hide your pussy. Then smile shy like and say hi. Stare at his cock, lock your eyes on it....you like what you see..... and slowly spread your legs again so Frank can see your pussy. Like that, perfect. Wet two fingers with your tongue and yeah, right on your clit. Couple of quick strokes, good.
OK Loanna. On your knees in front of Frank and let's suck some dick. Remember, this is the biggest cock you have ever seen. Big eyes and you don't speak but you mouth, Wow!"
Not a long courtship.
She did suck some dick and quite well. Loanna kneeled in front of me, grasped my cock and checked him out at close range, stroked it with her hand and then tentatively, slowly slipped her lips over his head. This is always fun to watch, and this time was too. A little weird for me with the lights and the audience of one with a camera, but still enjoyable. Her tits were large, tanned and the nipples up and hard. Fun to watch as she sucked away. I was thinking baseball scores trying not to enjoy too much, which is a strange goal under the circumstances.
"OK Frank. Help her up and park her on the bed. Loanna, on your back and spread your legs. Smile at Frank. Yeah, give him the come on look. Lick your lips. Frank, let's eat some pussy for a while. Loanna, don't look at me. Frank is licking your pussy so look at him."
She jumped just a little when my tongue landed on her clit. Don't know if that was acting or real, but the pleasure seemed real as we got into it and she squirmed and the breaths came hard and loud. She came three times and they seemed legit. Then Laura put us on the clock. Thirty five minutes exactly of the ole in and out. Usual positions. Loanna came several more times, quite believably, with the usual vocalizations and the "fuck me" orders from the young lady. She liked it hard and fast.
And then on cue we were done. Laura praised both of us and we watched the video. I had never been critiqued like that before, but apparently I did a good job. Loanna was VERY relaxed and she said I did a good job too. She fell asleep while Laura and I went back to the hot tub with some adult beverages.
"Frank, that was great. We will do this again after dinner and if you have the strength once more before we hit the sack. This is OK, right?"
"Oh yeah. Say, when she climaxes, are those real or is she that good an actress?"
"No, that's real. She enjoys this. That's why I think she might make it big. Nothing like the real thing when you are working with the better companies.
You said you work from home? Can we impose on you for a few days? Loanna has her first shoot scheduled in a month back in LA.....It would be great if we could stay here for the rest of her training. And you sir are a special asset. You and your friend down there can get her ready to perform."
"Mi casa su casa. I am at your disposal."
Loanna was a bit sore when we quit for the night but seemed fine and eager the next morning. My cock didn't hurt at all, but I kept getting more horny with each of the four times I fucked her, that day. Laura let me cum after number four, which was a tremendous relief and gave Loanna an excuse to wash her hair.
Next day Laura and I drove back to town to pick up their car and hit the grocery store, and then it was back on the bed with Loanna. That afternoon I had a deja vu moment as Laura joined us on the bed, and I lay there as the two of them took turns sucking my cock and my view of the tops of their heads, their tits, their pussies reminded me of my dream. Then we took a break.
I got on the computer and checked in at my office as i waited for my turn with each of them. That came later. Laura was hot to go after watching Loanna and me frolicking for two days. So after dinner she and I tore up the bed for a while. Again I was not allowed to cum.<<<
Later we introduced some variety. Since so many casting videos are done on couches we moved the lights and cameras to the great room and spread sheets over my good leather couch. Then there was the thick rug in front of the fireplace. The kitchen was good for the on the counter fucks, and I took Loanna from behind as she stood naked at the sink. A threesome in the hot tub was fun. Of course we tried the stairs leading up to the loft and the shower in the master bath. Then it was back on the bed for her first anal. Each time we fucked for 45 minutes, four times every day. Every second or third day Laura let me cum. Meanwhile I managed to get enough time in with Laura to keep her equipment in ready five condition too.
Loanna had a few days where I took it easy on her because she was tender from all the pussy use, but after the first week she settled into the routine of fucking for four hours every day. Like all good things, it came to an end. We booked the flight when it was time to get her down to LA for her first casting scene. Laura asked me if I could get away so I might accompany them. Seems Loanna was now getting nervous and Laura thought I might offer some comfort and encouragement. And of course my dick......
Takes a lot to get me down to Los Angeles. I'm not a city kind of guy. But this sounded like fun. The flight was quick and we crowded into an airport shuttle van with our luggage and gear for the ride into the hills where Laura had a spectacular home. We enjoyed a fun three way before falling asleep that night. It was a big bed that held all three of us. Helped to relieve the stress.
First thing in the morning Loanna was in line at the clinic for the usual tests. The clinic served the industry and they are very efficient. Laura was on a first name basis with the staff.
Laura had picked a particular website for Loanna's first video. She thought them to be kinder and would give Loanna a better experience.The appointment at the office of Laura's agent was that afternoon. He was at best an unpleasant man. Clearly the women who paraded in front of him were pretty much livestock to him, but they had provided him wealth if not class. Comb over, pinky ring, shiny suit and smoked like a chimney. The appropriate ID presented, the needed releases signed, and then Loanna stripped for the agent who took photos and then pronounced her worthy. She looked good standing there in her skin. The producer messed with some papers on his desk, and then he walked over in front of Loanna, grabbed some tits and then reached down to unfasten his pants. He swung a small penis out in front of her. Then she dropped to her knees and gave him the requested blow job as we stood there watching, and then we went out for lunch.
Back at Laura's house we watched parts of several casting videos shot by this company. The male talent would also do the interview and he generally held a camera for much of the action, as if he were there alone. But clearly there was at least one other camera person and some voices in the background.
I was watching the different women in the videos. Some were clearly nervous and even embarrassed. Others were adventurous or even reckless. One was just hard. The male talent was a pleasant guy and he did a good job putting the women at ease. He had a large but not weaponized cock.
I sat on the couch next to Loanna, both of us clothed for a change. I held her hand because she was on edge. Figured I should keep her talking. Laura on the other hand was continuing to be the teacher.
"So girl, have you figured how you are going to play this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you can be young and innocent, because you are. Or you can tell them you are looking for a long awaited thrill fuck. I don't see you pretending to be a hard, cold, experienced slut just in it for the check."
"Oh, hell no. I couldn't even fake that. I just want to be me."
"Well, nobody can do you better then you."
My eyes met Laura's. She shrugged.
When we finally headed for bed, it was still the three of us together, but with no intention about sex. But that was before Loanna couldn't fall asleep. Laura had a suggestion.
"Frank, can you do something to really relax her?"
"Loanna, roll over and spread em."
I put my tongue to work on Loanna's luscious 18 year old pussy. The first six or seven orgasms didn't do it but number eight was a doozy and with a smile on her face she closed her eyes and that was that.
Of course Laura had watched all that so guess what?
"I'll have what she's having."
"Yes Dear."
She slept well after also. The next day we launched Loanna's new career.
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