Valerie was bored. When the shooting had finished Don
had gone back to his job at a car dealership, her mom,
Joanne, had gone back to her office, and Steve was busy
with post production. All the friends she had made over the
summer on the film crew had been moved to other projects
and, with two weeks of summer vacation left before she
started fifth grade, Valerie was sitting home.
By mid afternoon on Monday, she was completely bored
with the TV. Even with 124 channels on cable, there was
nothing to watch. She had spent a couple of hours playing
with her mother's 'toy', and that was a great distraction, but
it also made her sore after a while. She swam in the
apartment pool. She really wanted to loose her bathing suit
but that was against the rules and the apartment manager
would complain to her mom. On Monday evening she
asked Joanne if she could catch the bus to the mall and,
after a while, Joanne gave in, as long as she kept in touch
by cell phone and called her every half hour.
The next morning she got dressed and was headed out the
door when she realized that the mall didn't open until 12.
She went back in and, more out of frustration than anything
else, cleaned her room. After a bite to eat, she got to the
mall and walked around some-alone. It just wasn't as
much fun as it should have been. She got back home at four
and watched M*A*S*H reruns.
The next day, Wednesday, she just rode the bus past the
mall, wondering where it went. It continued north into San
Fernando and, really without thinking, she found herself
standing on the street outside the San Fernando Hilton.
That's when she realized that that was the hotel where Mr.
Schmidt had stayed. With a smile she hurried into the
lobby.
"Yes?" the desk clerk looked down at her, smiling
pleasantly.
"Ma'am, could you tell me if a Mr. Schmidt is here?"
The young woman in a dark business suit consulted her
monitor. "Oh, yes, Mr. Leslie Schmidt?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"He's in room 2104. Do you want me to see if he's in?"
"Oh, yes please!" Suddenly Val was a little bit nervous.
She realized that she wanted to see him but, she was also
scared that he'd be angry to be disturbed.
"Mr. Schmidt?" the clerk talked into the phone receiver.
"There's a young lady here to see you." There was pause.
"What's your name, honey?"
"Valerie, Ma'am."
"Valerie, Sir," she said back into the handset. "Yes sir,...
I'll have a bell hop escort her up."
As if by magic, a young man in black pants and a red blazer
appeared next to Val.
"Escort this young lady to room 2104, Billy."
Valerie was quiet and nervous on the ride up in the
elevator, they didn't say anything. She followed the man
down the hall and he knocked on the door. They were met
by Mr. Schmidt.
"Valerie, it's so lovely to see you," he greeted her. "Is your
mom with you?"
"No sir," she said as he put a five dollar bill in the hops
hand. "She's at work."
"Well, what brings you here?"
"Well...." Val giggled nervously, "I don't know,...I was
just sort of riding the bus and...."
"I thought you'd be in school," he looked at her with an
enquiring expression, obviously suspecting that she was
cutting.
"No, sir. School starts in two weeks."
"I see," he paused, "so I guess you're just bored."
"Yes sir."
"I just returned from the studio," he continued, reaching for
his brief case. "I have some of the edited tapes that Steve
wants me to look over. Do you want to watch them with
me?"
Val wasn't quite sure what she felt, both a thrill went
through her and she felt some apprehension when she
realized what he meant. She had never seen herself on the
film before, she didn't know if she was good or not. Also,
she really was kind of scared to see her doing those sorts of
things. She had seen a number of her mom's movies, but
this was different.
"Ahh,...sure," she said.
Mr. Schmidt rummaged around in the canvas case, then
lifted three VCR tapes out, he let the bag fall onto its side
on the bed as he inspected the labels on the tapes.
"Here," he said and crossed to the TV.
Val sat down on the edge of the bed, opposite the TV as her
benefactor played with the buttons on the TV and then the
VCR next to it. A green screen came up on the TV,
"VIDEO" appeared in white letters in the upper left corner.
Mr. Schmidt came back and sat down next to Val, held up
the remote and thumbed the buttons... "PLAY" appeared
on the screen, then it went blank.
NIGHT STORMS
Scene 126, 5:32
August 14, 2002
SEXtus Productions, Los Angeles, CA
The picture was letter-boxed. From a distance, Magic was
drifting, sails slack, inky silver water. In the smooth waves,
the boat slowly rolled, a halyard clanged against the
aluminum mast.
The scene shifted to a shot from the bow, looking aft. The
horizon was almost lost in the haze. Val remembered this
scene. It was shot on the boat at the studio. They had made
it really hot on the stage, like a sauna, with machines
boiling off water for the steam. The lights had been up at
full brightness, there was no need to use a spray bottle to
fake sweat. Most of the crew had soaked through their
shirts by the time it was finished.
Val (Lessa) climbed out of the companionway and looked
around the boat. The camera followed her as she made her
way forward, both inspecting the rig and sails and looking
out to sea as any experienced sailor. Her naked body made
short interplay with the sails, moving in and out of view, a
dark counterpoint to the white fabric. When she returned to
the cockpit she quietly sat down across from the sleeping
figure of Doug. The camera followed her gaze as she
looked up and down his figure. Then, with a shot from over
him and across the cockpit to her, she quietly moved to
him, kneeling on the deck next to the thwart, then gently
lifted his flaccid manhood and took it into her mouth.
Another shot caught a relaxed smile play across Doug's
face as he lifted his head with one hand behind his neck and
watched his lover. His cock grew and became rigid in her
mouth.
Valerie had never seen any of the film before, it was
strange to watch herself on the screen and remember how it
felt at the time. She remembered the smooth feel and
musky taste of Doug in her mouth, the small shivers and
twitches as feelings ran through him. She also remembered
his hand tracing up her spine to the back of her neck and
his gentle guidance.
Leslie put his arm around the child and, suddenly, she was
very aware of him. She leaned against him and was a little
surprised at how large and strong he felt. Doug, while not a
small man, is around 5'8", maybe 160 pounds. Mr.
Schmidt, however, had been a football player and even
stood for the pro draft one year in college. He is at least
6'6" and close to 260. His hand was huge, cupping her hip.
She looked down and saw the massive ridge running from
the center of his crotch out to the side.
On the screen, Valerie stood up and Doug turned, slouching
down in the seat, his feet on the deck. Val stepped across
him and slowly lowered herself over him. Doug pointed his
dick up and, in extreme close-up his cock pushed against
her slit.
Valerie remembered the scene, the camera over Doug's
shoulder, she didn't know it was filming such a close-up.
Doug's cock pushed against the preteen pussy, but
wouldn't go in. Val reached down with both hands and the
screen showed her fingers pulling her lips apart. The silver
nail polish was chipped. She pulled the hairless lips farther
apart, opening the glistening pink inner lips. Now, Doug's
dick slid slowly up inside the ten year old. Val started to
raise and lower herself on her lover's tool.
For Val, watching the movie, remembering how it felt,
made her incredibly horny. She was also intrigued by the
size of Mr. Schmidt's cock, still covered. She moved her
hand from between them, against her thigh, up and moved
it along the firm rod.
Schmidt's heart raced and the blood rushed in his ears.
Countless times he had watched as Doug had fucked this
little girl and imagined what it would be like, having his
dick inside the tiny ten year old, watching his cock move in
and out of her tiny hairless cunt. He moved his hand from
her hip up and onto her chest, feeling the slight swelling he
had so often admired.
Val was amazed at the size of the tool she was feeling. It
swelled even more, becoming harder and pushing against
the fabric. She ran her hand down its length, there felt the
ridge around the base of the head. She but her thumb and
finger around it, pushing forward over the head, then
pulling back. She felt Schmidt take a deep breath. She
wanted to see it.
On the screen, Lessa lifted off of Donny's cock, it glistened
with her wetness. The scene shifted as she stood up and
turned around, again straddling Doug, and lowered herself
on his cock. This time, with him sitting behind her and her
facing the camera, Doug's cock slipped easily inside her,
splitting the clean pussy lips and disappearing up inside the
girl.
She moved up and down, sliding the cock in and out of her.
Her engorged clit stood out, a bright pink nub, moving back
and forth with the man's cock.
Val stood up and turned around, facing Leslie. She leaned
down and started pulling at his fly. She had never dealt
with dress pants before, Doug had either been wearing
drawstring shorts or jeans with a metal button before, and
she did not expect the slide and clip closer. She giggled
when just a thin strip of fabric was freed from the waist
band but a second clip kept his pants closed, then she was
positively surprised when the button, inside his slacks, still
kept her prize from her. Finally the waist band was freed
and she pulled on the zipper and it moved down uncovering
the cream colored cotton of his boxers.
"Here, honey, let me help you," Schmidt said.
Val stood up and stepped back. Leslie rose to his feet,
towering over the child. He pulled his polo shirt off over
his head, then stepped out of his shoes. "Now you," he said.
Val felt so small in front of him. Timidly, she lifted her
shirt over her head, then slipped out of her sandals.
Now Schmidt pushed down on his slacks, taking the boxers
with them. Val was already overwhelmed at the sight of his
huge chest and the ripple of muscles on his stomach. A line
of tight black curls stretched down from his navel,
disappearing at the light waistband. Now it moved, sliding
down. The line of curls widened and thickened into a dark
mat of tight hair. Then it ended at the top of his penis. His
cock was still held in his pants as the girth of its base came
into view. Valerie was amazed. It looked three inches
across, the large vain darker than the already ebony skin.
His pants seemed to move down for an eternity, slowly
uncovering the massive tool. Finally it sprang free, ending
with a massive dark head, just a hint of maroon coloration
to it. It was still pointing 45 degrees down, but was
bouncing with Schmidt's heart.
Standing before him, his cock was at the level of the child's
chest, the head would have hit her just below the breast
bone. Val had seen many huge cocks in the movies but, she
really had forgotten about them, faced with the mountain of
a man she had offered herself too. She reached out. The
head of Schmidt's cock almost filled her hand and she
lifted it. She didn't know if she could open her mouth wide
enough as she strained her jaw and then felt his fist size
bulb, smooth in her mouth.
"Oh, damn, you're wonderful baby," Schmidt said as his
knees became weak. He stroked the ten year olds cheek as
she sucked on his cock head.
Now his manhood stood straight out. Val tasted the salt of
his precum as she tried to fit more of him into her mouth.
He was at least a foot long, probably 14 inches, way too big
for the little preteen. She could barely fit just the head of
his cock in her mouth, she was afraid to think of taking him
inside her vagina.
Leslie had dreamed of this moment so many times, hoping
beyond hope that the little girl would offer herself to him.
When he had fucked her mother while watching her and
Doug on the set, he had fantasized that he was Doug and as
he had filled Joanne with his sperm, he had imagined
flooding her daughter's cunt. These thoughts, and the
wonderful wetness and suction of Valerie's mouth, were
bringing him to a peak and, he knew, he had to stop.
He looked up at the TV, Lessa was standing on deck,
waving at the fishermen and laughing. He pulled her off of
him. "Lie down, child," he said, moving her around him.
Val looked up at him with wide eyes as she sat, then lay
back on the bed.
Leslie knelt down, then gently grasped the elastic of Val's
shorts. He slowly pulled them down. The string of her
thong was pulled along and, slowly, the child's sex was
uncovered. He pulled them past her knees, then down and
she stepped out of them, spreading her legs. The sight of
the clean vulva was mesmerizing to Leslie, and he leaned
forward and ran his tongue alone the slit. He felt a little
shiver and gasp from the child as he pushed between the
lips. He reached up and, with both hands, spread the little
girl sex, uncovering her dark pink clit ridge and the
opening to her vagina. Again, after inspecting the charms
of the girl, he leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue
along her wetness. He was amazed when, after just a few
times licking her, Valerie bucked and humped, an orgasm
shivering through her frame.
He lifted up and laughed quietly. "You like that girl?" he
asked.
"Oh, yeah," Valerie whispered back.
"Are you ready for more?"
"Uh huh."
Leslie stood up, then sat down on the bed, around the
corner from her. "Come here child," he said.
Val rolled toward him and off the bed, ending up on her
knees facing him, his massive tool rising in front of her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
She had a wide eyed look on her face, "I don't know if I
can...."
"We'll see."
He led the little girl around to stand in front of him. He
surveyed her beautiful preteen body as she looked with
some fear at the massive manhood standing in front of her.
"Here, turn around," he said as he gently twisted the girl.
She was facing a full length mirror on the closet door,
looking at her self with Schmidt behind her.
"This way we can both watch," he said.
He pulled Valerie back and she stood across his knees, then
shuffled back. His cock was so big, the size of her arm. She
reached down and wrapped her hand around it, lowering
herself as Leslie gently pushed her down by the hips.
To Schmidt, the contrasts were awe inspiring. His huge
dick against the little girl, his black skin against hers. As
she lowered herself, the slit became a sharp triangle,
spreading out for him. She pushed against the bulbous head
and, slowly, her cunt lips parted and started to stretch
around the huge black cock.
Valerie felt some pressure and an uncomfortable stretching
as she watched the end of Schmidt's black cock move
inside her. Suddenly something gave and she sank down.
She was instantly filled as the head and maybe an inch of
the shaft slid up inside her. There was no pain, just a
wonderful tightness as she took the black man's dick inside
her. The tingling in her pussy spread as she moved up and
down.
Schmidt was amazed as he fucked the little white girl,
watching his black meat inside her pink and white clam. He
wrapped his hands around her chest, holding her easily,
lifting her up, then lowering her down on himself. She was
the tightest cunt he had ever felt. He moved one of his
hands down as he pulled her back on him, feeling the
smooth skin of her pubes. Instantly, the sperm rose in him,
the almost lost control, almost filled her much too early,
and he had to concentrate.
He felt Valerie's hands on the back of his neck, she was
reaching over her head, arching her back. He stretched up
his neck and looked down over the little one's shoulder,
watching his enormous cock sliding in and out of the
child's sex. Again, he almost lost it.
He wanted to see him entering he close up. He pulled back,
pulling out of her.
"Here, lay down on the bed," he said.
She obediently rolled off of him, again on her back, her feet
on the floor. Again, Leslie knelt between the ten year olds
knees. This time, he directed his manhood against her slit
and, with just a gentle push, entered her. The sight of the
pretty child being fucked was wondrous and soon, he was
beyond caring as he pushed in and out of her. His cum was
ready to explode and he let go.
Valerie was rocked by orgasm as she felt her already
overfull cunt being pumped with his sperm. Again and
again he jammed into her, each time spraying seed into her
immature womb. She felt the warm slipperiness as his jez
added to her own pussy juices.
Leslie was grunting, his head thrown back, his chest out, as
he pumped into the child. He looked down to see his white
goo ringing the place where his dark cock met the pink
pussy. He leaned forward, putting one arm under the
child's butt while supporting his weight with the other and
lifted her up, then moved forward and lay her on the bed.
Now they were missionary position and he felt her thighs
grasping his hips as he continued to hump. She had another
orgasm, whimpering, her face buried against his shoulder.
They relaxed and he rolled them to the side. Now, still
coupled, they lay on their sides, facing each other. Leslie
kissed Val, snaking his tongue through her lips. "Damn
girl, that was awesome."
Through her pants, Val said, "Oh yeah."
They stayed like that for about five minutes, the tape on the
VCR had run out and rewound. Val's phone began to ring.
She jumped up, "Oh Shit! Mom's goin'a be so pissed!" she
said as she dug in her purse.
"Hi mom, I'm sorry, I forgot," she said into the phone just
as she opened it.
She was silent for a few moments, the words were
indistinct but Leslie could hear Joanne's voice on the other
hand.
"Well," Valerie paused, looking at Les, "I'm at Mr.
Schmidt's." She listened for a couple of moments more,
then handed the phone to him. "She wants to talk to you."
"Hello Jo, how are you?" Leslie said into the phone.
"Hi, Les, when did my daughter get there?"
"Oh, she's been here for almost an hour," he paused.
"We've been reviewing some of the tapes."
"Is she being any trouble?"
"Oh, heavens no, we're having a great time."
While this conversation was taking place, an evil smile had
crossed Val's face and she had knelt down in front of Les
and started sucking on his half deflated dick.
"She's behaving herself?"
As he reached down and caressed her hair out of her face,
his breath became ragged. "Oh yes, as a matter of fact...."
He took a deep breath, "She's doing wonderfully." The
child pushed his huge black dick as deep into her mouth as
it would go. "She's giving me a blow job right now."
Joanne was taken aback and paused. Then she realized that
she felt an instant rush of wetness and her nipples got
instantly hard.
"Oh," she squeaked, wondering what to do. "You're kind
of big for her."
"She's the tightest fuck I ever had," Schmidt replied.
Joanne had gotten up and was moving around her desk in
her closet sized office, she closed the door.
"You've already fucked her?"
"Yeah, just before you called." Val was licking the length
of his rod, working her way down to the huge nuts. "She's
wonderful," his voice caught as she sucked his right testicle
into her mouth.
Joanne had sat back down and spread her legs, reaching up
under her skirt, she jammed her hand down her panties and
started madly fingering her clit. She was surprised at her
reaction to talking to a man while her little girl sucked his
cock. She pushed two fingers up inside herself, rocketing
toward orgasm.
"What's she doing now?" she asked.
Schmidt brushed her hair back again. "She just got done
sucking my balls and she back with my dick in her mouth."
Val started licking her monstrous head, moving her tongue
back and forth across the glans just below Schmidt's pee
hole.
"Oh God," he said, holding the phone with a shaky hand,
"now she licking the head like an ice cream cone." He
leaned forward, "Your gonna get lots of cream real soon
little girl," he said to Val.
"Oooo," Joanne said into the receiver as a small shiver
went through her.
Schmidt heard her blow into the phone, "What're you
doin'?" he said.
"I-I-I'm playinggggg," came the answer.
"You in your office?" Les asked.
"Yes."
The idea that this would turn into a phone sex session had
never occurred to Les. "Can anyone see?"
"The door's closed, but it doesn't have a lock." Joanne had
slouched way down in her chair, she was rapidly rubbing
her clit side to side with the pads of two fingers. The desk
kept her from raising her knees up as high as she'd like.
"I want you to push two fingers way up inside you," he
said. From the other side of the line all Les heard was
breathing and an occasional squeak.
"What's Val doing?" came the far away voice over the
phone.
"She's got my dick head in her mouth and she's twisting it
around."
"So you like fucking hairless pussys?" Joanna said as she
repositioned the phone while pushing back from her desk.
She put her feet up on the top and went back to
masturbating.
"Ohh, yeaaaahh," Schmidt said, "I love clean pussys."
Joanne started finger fucking herself again, after working
her panties off one of her legs, the light blue thong hanging
around her left ankle. She was desperately wishing she had
her vibrater.
He leaned back slightly, beginning to loose control. "I'm
getting ready to blow," he said more to Val than to her
mother.
Val looked up at the big man and nodded slightly, then
sucked harder and tried to take him deeper.
"Are you going to cum in her mouth?" Joanne asked as she
shivered, hovering just before going over the edge.
"Ohhh, Yeeeaaaahhh," Schmidt breathed as his first shot of
semen flooded into the child's mouth. At the same time, her
mother was rocked by her own intense climax, imagining
what it looked like, her pretty little girl sucking slime out of
the huge black dick.
Valerie swallowed three or four shots of cum before it
seemed Schmidt was done. She held the last one and then
let his dick slide out of his mouth, showing him her semen
covered tongue and lips.
"Oh, fuck, Joanne," Schmidt said as the string of jez
stretched out from her lower lip to the tip of his cock, then
broke. "She's awesome." He paused. "Her mouth is all
covered with my jez, she's showing me some on her
tongue."
Then to Val, "You swallow that stuff like a good little bitch
slut."
Val closed her mouth and swallowed hard, then opened it
again, all gone.
"Damn, Jo, I've pumped both ends of her," he said.
Joanne was laying relaxed in the afterglow, one finger still
up her cunt, her clothes completely disheveled. She looked
at the clock on her desk-3:30. "If it's alright, I'll be by to
pick her up around 5:15." She pulled her dripping hand out
from under her skirt. She'd have to set her clothes right,
then make a dash for the ladies room.
"That'd be great," Leslie said as he smeared some of his
semen across the child's cheek. "Maybe I'll have recharged
some by then."
He put the phone down on the bed beside him and lifted the
child up while laying back, pulling her light weight up
across his stomach and chest. Her kiss still tasted like his
cum.
"You're mother's going to be here in a while to pick you
up," he said.
"I want to watch you fuck her," she said.
"Your mother is really good."
"As good as me?"
'Oh Shit!' Schmidt thought. 'Stupid thing to say, now I'm
going to have one of them pissed at me.' The struggled for
a moment for a tactful answer. "You're mother has a lot of
experience and your...." He almost said 'sexier' but again
checked himself, "....just so new to me. I've never fucked a
ten year old before."
Valerie, for her part, saw that she had opened a difficult
subject and, showing an amazing maturity, changed the
subject.
"Who's the youngest you've ever fucked?"
"Oh, let me think," Schmidt was relieved. "I guess that
would be my daughter's friend, Jessica. She was, fifteen, I
guess."
"How old's your daughter?"
"She's 24 now."
"Ever fuck her?"
"Yeah, a couple of years ago....we were both drunk..." he
let his voice trail away.
"Do you have a picture of her?" Val started to slide off the
man's chest.
"Yeah," he sat up, "In my wallet."
Val admired the huge black expanse of his back and hard
ass as he walked to the dresser and retrieved his wallet,
then brought the picture back. It showed an attractive
young woman in a mortar board and tassel.
"She graduated from San Diego State last year," he said.
"She's pretty," Val replied.
Looking at the woman made Val feel....strange. She wasn't
sure what she felt. She stood up and walked over to the
door that opened onto a balcony. "Can I go outside?" she
turned.
"Sure," Schmidt replied as he stood back up.
Val pulled the door open and was enveloped by the warm
August air. She stepped out onto the 20th floor balcony,
over 200 feet above the city. The streets disappeared into
the hazy sunshine of a slightly smoggy LA afternoon. To
her left, she watched an airliner climb off the runway at
Burbank Airport. The brightly painted 737 climbed from
below her, then, as it quickly climbed past her height, was
lost behind the building as it spread off to her left. Below
the cars moved along in the heavy rush hour traffic, people
walked along the sidewalk, in and out of the entrance to the
hotel. She heard the toilet running as the door to the
bathroom opened behind her. Val listened to the low noise
of the city below her.
She felt his presence behind her before his cool and still
damp hands wrapped around her. As she was enveloped she
realized how small she was against her benefactor. Each of
his hands covered her ribcage on either side, his wrists
crossed at her chest. She felt his firm upper stomach against
her shoulder blades, then the firmness of his manhood from
the small of her back and down between her cheeks. She
leaned back against him feeling warm and safe, her head
barely reached his solar plexus.
"MMMmmmm....., I love it here," she said.
"Yeah, it's pretty much become my home away from
home," he said.
"You live in San Diego?"
"No. I live up in the Bay Area, but I think I may move
down here to make some more movies."
"What do you do?"
"I own a couple of clubs."
Val turned around so she was facing him. He put his hands
on the railing.
"Ones where girls dance naked?" she asked.
With a chuckle and a grin, "Yeah, places like that."
The ten year old ran her hands down across his chest and
stomach, then further and cupped his cock. "Can I dance in
one of your clubs?"
"Maybe...., But you'll piss off all the other girls cuz you'll
get all their tips."
Valerie giggled.
"Do you have something to drink?" she asked.
"Well, the minibar's all stocked."
Val ducked under his arms, then ran to the small
refrigerator. Reaching in she removed a green bottle of
wine. "Can I have this?" she asked.
"Does you're mother let you drink?" he asked.
"Well, she lets me fuck."
"Oooo kay," he laughed, realizing how ridiculous the
question was. "Bring out two glasses."
As she settled into a chair on the balcony he poured the
wine. "Do you want something to eat? I'd like to get some
pizza," he asked.
"Pepperoni!"
They had moved into the room by the time room service
arrived, watching more of the films. Val jumped up, "I'll
get it!" and ran to the door, pulling it open.
The Mexican attendant had a shocked look on her face
when she saw the naked preteen at the door.
"Ahhh...., your pizza?" she said in a heavily accented
voice.
"Come on in Maria," Les called, getting up and crossing to
where his wallet was next to the TV.
When Maria saw him she blushed a deep burgundy. Still,
Val caught her surreptitiously checking out the man's cock.
Schmidt gave her two twenties for a $22 charge and sent
the teenager on her way. He'd have to check her out some
other time......
The two spent the rest of the afternoon watching a movie
and eating pizza. Val drank two of the small bottles of
wine, Les sipped through a couple of scotch and waters.
Unknown to them, Joanne, Val's mother, had left work
early and gone home, there to prepare for what she hoped
would be an unforgettable threesome.
The traffic was frustrating as she made her way north into
San Fernando. She was wearing a white sun dress, only a
white sun dress. She parked in the garage to the hotel, then
found the elevator. When the elevator passed "L" on its
way up she smiled at an idea. Alone in the small car, she
pulled the dress off over her head. 15...16...17... the bell
rang and the car slowed. There was a small shake when it
stopped, then the door whooshed open. She was met with a
quick gasp. In front of her stood a family. Both the well
dressed adults jaws dropped, but the man quickly
recovered, working hard to keep a straight face. The early
teen girl blushed a deep crimson while a little boy covered
his eyes with his hand. The 15 or 16 year old son pressed
his lips into a tight smile, obviously the only one willing to
show enjoyment of the situation (but Joanne knew the
father HAD to be turn on).
"Excuse me," she said in an apologetic voice as she stepped
out of the elevator, the father and older son made room for
her to pass. As the door closed she turned around and, with
mock embarrassment, gave a small wave to the five in the
elevator. That's when the man's face broke into a wide grin
and his eldest son even raised his hand to wave back.
Joanne spun around and walked down the hall, dragging the
dress behind on the carpet. At the end of the hall, to the left,
was Les' room. She knocked.
"Mommy!!!" Val launched herself across the room at the
door, turning the knob with both hands and backing up to
pull the heavy door open.
Les looked up from where he was sitting on the bed with an
expression of enjoyable suprize. He hadn't expected Joanne
to appear at his door already naked. His cock started to firm
some as he took in Jo's still thin frame, small breasts and,
now, cleanly shaved pubbes. Val also immediately noticed
the change in her mommy but didn't say anything.
Jo, for her part, didn't say anything. She just walked across
the room to where Les sat in the bed, leaned down and
kissed him, pushing him back to a lying position, his knees
over the edge, and was on top of him on her hands and
knees. Val watched as the big black cock grew between
them, her mother's naked clam pointing out at her, her ass
sticking up in the air.
After a few seconds of intense kissing, Jo started working
down, licking, kissing and biting on her way until she was
on her knees on the floor sucking his now enormous hard
on. Through the slurping and grunting, Jo said, "Val, sit on
his face."
The little girl gleefully jumped on the bed and straddled his
head. Now, from her perspective, Jo could watch as the
black man's tongue worked along her daughter's slit. Val,
her hands on the bed, looked down on his eyes and
forehead, his nose pressed firmly in her belly, as the
movements of his tongue exploring her private folds and
creases quickly moved her toward an impending orgasm.
For Les, the sensations were awesome. Jo's very practiced
skill and cocksucking was astonishingly good, then to have
the child cunt in his face was going to make him
cum...way too soon. He had to slow it down. He reached
over Val's thighs and gently pulled Jo off his schlong, then
rolled her daughter off him and onto the bed, keeping his
mouth firmly attached to her in the process. Jo knelt on the
bed next to them as she watched the big man bring her
child to a groaning orgasm.
Val lay on the bed, panting, as her mother sat down on her
but, her knees up, her hands behind her, showing her
hairless pussy to Les. He immediately switched, now
burying his face in the older woman's crotch, savoring its
stronger scent and taste. Joe, for her part, looked down at
him as he licked and sucked her clit. She gasped and
humped gently against him. Now it was Val's turn to kneel
on the bed and watch as her mother got off, a rolling
orgasm washing over her.
Then Schmidt straightened up, still kneeling on the floor,
and drew Jo to the edge. Now he took the mother in the
same position he had had her daughter a few hours earlier.
Val watched the huge black cock slide into her mother.
"I'm going to blow my cum inside you and make another
baby girl for me to fuck," he said as he started a regular
pumping. Jo just gasped slightly as she humped to meet his
thrusts. After just a few more cycles he said, "Here it
comes." He made two quick thrusts, then pulled back and
made a series of deep plunges, grunting with each one as he
filled Jo with slime. Jo groaned as she took his sperm, her
pussy clenching down. Val could see the tightening and
twitching of her mother's pussy as some of Schmidt's
white seed was squeezed out around the clean lips. Schmidt
leaned forward, covering Jo, they both were panting, small
rivulets of sweat ran across the man's wide back.
He sank back on his haunches, leaving Jo spread on the
bed, still panting. Her pussy was glistening with her juices
and his smeared cum. As he rolled away, Val was pulled in
and she took his former position and started licking up the
dribbles of semen left behind on her mother's cunt.