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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am NOT the author. I don't have the talent to write these
stories. We can only be ... "TheEditor" and Associates.
Mother-Daughter Models
By Lydia Gray
Chapter 1
Scott Nelson felt a tightening in his groin as he watched
Brenda casually undress. When she pulled her sweater over her
shoulders, her young tits bobbed freely on her chest. She'd been
braless, and that in itself was exciting to the forty-eight-year-
old man. Her tits were like ripe pears perched on her slender
chest, firm and a luscious pink.
"Christ," Brenda sighed, "the way you're staring at me I feel
like some damned strip queen! Pull those threads and let's fuck,
Scotty."
Her remark brought an end to Scott's momentary paralysis and
he began unbuttoning his shirt. He couldn't get over the way the
younger generation accepted sex so matter-of-factly! And the
language they employed! "Let's fuck," she'd said! And not over
forty-five minutes ago they had been perfect strangers.
Scott had met Brenda in the Laundromat located on the fringe
of Highland Park near SMU in Dallas. Alone in the Laundromat, they
began chatting and soon left together to go to her place. A
Laundromat was the last place Scott Nelson had expected to pick up
a piece of ass, but he'd been forced to give up hunting in the
bars because he was down to his last few dollars.
This whole experience was exciting to him. He guessed that
Brenda was twenty-one or twenty-two. She had a nice body and
pretty hair, but her face wasn't going to win any awards. She was
attractive enough, but by no means a beauty.
What excited Scott was the way they had casually fallen
together. They'd been talking about modern psychology when Brenda
invited him to her apartment. The discussion continued there with
mild sexual overtones, and then Brenda had casually asked if he'd
like to ball. Just like that! No big seduction scene, no vague but
exciting promises, no ridiculous protestations of eternal love.
"Let's ball," she'd said.
Scott's balls contracted when he saw the twenty-one-year-old
girl pull her jeans down. She wasn't wearing panties and her bushy
young cunt looked like a luxurious garden between her white
thighs. Her pubic hair was jet black in contrast to the bleached
blonde tresses on her head, but that didn't bother Scott. Brenda
was the youngest piece of ass he'd had in some twenty years!
He had, in fact, been a little worried about his sex drive in
the last seven months since his divorce from Joyce. Scott had been
laying divorcees in their thirties and forties as he wandered
around the country desperately trying to establish himself in his
new career. The majority of them were tired losers and Scott had
been experiencing a seriously declining interest.
"Hey, you haven't got a bad body for a guy your age," Brenda
exclaimed, openly staring at his rigid cock when he pulled his
shorts down. "I've never made it with a guy your age, but I've
always said that age doesn't mean a damned thing. A cock is a
cock, you know what I mean?"
"Sure," Scott said with a smile to hide the pain of her
remark. Scott was very sensitive about his age, particularly
around younger women. He worked out regularly to maintain a trim,
muscular body. He dyed his hair and sideburns once a week to
remove any trace of gray. He dressed young and took great pains to
appear youthful in both body and mind.
The results were satisfactory from Scott's view. He knew that
he did not look his forty-eight years. He could pass for his late
thirties or very early forties. At the same time, he sure as hell
could never pass for thirty again!
"Ummm! This cock looks good enough to eat!" Brenda remarked
with an obscene lick of her lips as she walked over and took his
rigid shaft in both hands.
Before he could think of a reply, Scott saw the young girl
slowly drop to her knees in front of him. She held his aching
prick in her hands and slowly brought her face to his crotch. Her
tongue darted out and began licking the surging shaft she held in
her hands.
"Wow! That's good!" Scott moaned as he saw the young girl's
pink lips surround his throbbing meat.
For twenty-one-year-old Brenda White, this was a trip. She
knew the man was old enough to be her father, but that didn't
matter. Brenda truly believed that a cock was a cock. And she
liked this guy. He had a nice body for his age, even better than
some of the slobs she balled here in her apartment house. And he
was pleasant and fun to be with.
Brenda had always wondered what it would be like to make it
with an older man. She'd been approached several times by lusty
old professors, but that wasn't what she wanted.
His cock was really throbbing in her mouth now. Brenda
wrapped her tongue around it and began milking it in and out of
her throat. The way it was expanding and contracting she knew that
she could make him get off in a matter of minutes this way, but
did she dare? At his age this one shot might be his only shot! And
having his prick in her mouth was making her pussy ready to be
stuffed! She could feel her own juices beginning to flow between
the lips of her cunt.
"Ummm! You have a delicious cock, Scotty!" Brenda sighed as
she let it slide out of her young mouth. "Come on, let's get on
the bed."
"You're a mind reader!" Scott laughed, leaning down and
pulling the luscious young girl to her feet.
"Got hot nuts?" Brenda laughed as they walked over to her
bed.
"How'd you guess?" he laughed.
"When I had it in my mouth," she laughed, "it felt like it
was ready to fuck."
"You can say that again!" Scott remarked. The sight of her
swaying ass and her slender young legs made his balls churn with
desire as he followed her to the bed.
"But you're going to get me turned on first, aren't you,
Scotty?" she asked as she stretched out on the bed.
"Sure," Scott replied, stretching out beside her. "What do
you like?"
"I'd like you to eat me, Scotty," Brenda purred seductively.
"You like to lick cunt, don't you?"
"Sure," Scott replied readily.
Brenda spread her thighs and reached down with her graceful
fingers to spread the lips of her pussy while the older man
kneeled between her legs.
Scott had to hold his breath for a long moment to keep from
coming when he stared down at the twenty-one-year-old girl's
pretty pussy. She had a thick bush of black pubic hair, but when
she spread the lips of her pussy he save the pink flower of her
young meat bloom before his eyes.
Her language and attitude really turned him on! This younger
generation certainly wasn't shy! "I'd like you to eat me," she'd
said! And then she opened her pussy with her hands for him!
The odor of her cunt was strong and his nostrils flared wide
when he leaned forward to bring his mouth to her flower. It was a
reminder that she was no virgin, that her sex had seen plenty of
action, but Scott even found that strangely exciting in its own
way. He slid his tongue into her pink crack and began lapping her
gently. When he flicked the tip against her already erect and
quivering clitoris, she moaned.
"OH! OOOoohh!! You really know how to lick a cunt, Scotty!"
she moaned.
The flavor of her cunt was as strong as the odor and had a
distinct salty bite. Scott's nuts were straining and he licked her
clitoris as firmly and rapidly as he could to get her on. When she
began writhing beneath his mouth, Scott quickly pulled his tongue
out of her slit and crawled forward with his aching prick in his
hand.
"God, yes!" Brenda sighed excitedly. "Let's fuck! Shove that
hard cock up me and make me feel it, Scotty!"
Scott needed no urging. He aimed his swollen cockhead at her
hole and lodged the inflated tip inside her warm, young body. Then
he jerked his hips and lunged his meat to the very depths of her
womb.
"AAaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! Like crazy! OOOOOHH! I like that,
Scotty! Make me feel that cock!"
Brenda threw her legs up and around his waist and locked her
heels behind his pumping hips. She would have rather had him eat
her off first and then fuck her, but she knew that the older man
was too aroused for that. His prick felt good inside her! God, how
she loved to fuck!
Scott's balls almost exploded on his first stroke inside the
young girl's vagina and he had to grit his teeth and slow down in
order to get control of himself. He hadn't been this hot in he
couldn't remember when! Each stroke inside her tight little twat
made his balls cry out for release!
While he fucked her slowly but finely, Scott saw her hand
snake down to her pubic mound. Her fingers began massaging her
clitoris as he fucked her. Scott had never experienced anything
like this before!
She made no pretenses! She was so damned natural. She did
whatever she felt like and she was going to give herself a good
come in just the way she wanted it!
The whole thing was a mind-blowing experience for the forty-
eight-year-old man! He stopped gritting his teeth and began
fucking her for all he was worth. His balls slapped loudly against
the cheeks of her young ass as he lunged in and out of her pussy.
"Yes, Scotty, yes! FUCK ME! OH, DEAR GOD, FUCK ME!" Brenda
began chanting. "I want to feel your come squirting inside me.
Fill me with your come!"
Brenda began digging her heels into his plunging hips to urge
him on.
"Now, Scotty! NOW! I'M COMMMMMM-I-I-I-I-IINNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!"
Her scream rang in his ears until the explosion inside his
balls roared through his entire body. She was expanding and
contracting her vaginal muscles to milk his straining, spurting
prick inside her and Scott's orgasm seemed to last forever. He
kept driving his cock into her hot box even after his balls were
milked completely dry!
"Ummm, Scotty, that was sooo gooooood!" Brenda purred as she
lay trembling beneath his spent body. "We've got to do that
again."
"Just give me a few minutes to regroup the troops," Scott
laughed.
"Oh, Scotty, I didn't mean now!" Brenda smiled. "My roommate
will be home in a few minutes and he's the type that might get all
uptight about me fucking another guy. Maybe later this week."
"Name the day," Scott said quickly. He knew that he had to
have more of this fantastic young girl.
"Oh, I hate structured dates," she sighed. "We'll just meet
at the Laundromat again and get it on, okay?"
"Okay," Scott replied with a smile to hide his
disappointment. She was putting him off.
"But I guess I'll have to wash again on Friday afternoon,"
Brenda smiled, reading the older man's thoughts. "And I usually
head for the machines at about two o'clock."
"I guess that's when I'll have to do my washing again," Scott
smiled in return. "Brenda ..."
"Hush now and get dressed. We don't want ... Mickey to find
you here," she said, placing her ... finger over his lips to
forestall what she knew was going to be some silly statement about
loving her. She didn't want to hurt the older man.
"Okay, okay," Scott sighed.
Chapter 2
Scott Nelson cursed as he made a second attempt to park his
car with the U-Haul trailer hooked behind. You'd think that after
four months of hauling this damned trailer around the country, he
thought to himself, that I'd be able to park it better than this.
When he found that the U-Haul people had the police in three
states looking for the trailer, Scott had painted it a dull gray
and carefully disguised the license with a thick coat of grease
and mud.
Scott had no intention of stealing the trailer. He would
return it and pay what he owed on it just as soon as he got
settled somewhere. Inside the trailer were the keys to Scott's new
career as a commercial photographer.
Photography had once been his hobby and he had invested
thousands of dollars in equipment. His pride and joy was the huge
special tank for developing color film. Scott had paid almost
thirty thousand for that one piece of equipment and had been
shocked to learn that on the used market he would be lucky to get
six thousand for it.
But Scott Nelson wasn't about to sell his equipment. He'd
spent fifteen years working in an accounting office and saving
every dime he could for his hobby. When he and Joyce broke up,
Scott had resigned his accounting job to set out to pursue his
life-long dream--to become a commercial photographer.
The first several months had been an adventure. He'd done
some marvelously creative work in Omaha and Denver, but the
financial rewards did not break him even. So he picked up odd jobs
here and there while he sought an avenue to make photography pay
off.
The past month had been a nightmare! He hadn't been able to
find one assignment, and odd jobs had been almost impossible to
find. As a result, he'd landed in Dallas with less than three
hundred dollars to his name. For the last week he'd been sleeping
in the car to save money. And for the first time Scott Nelson was
considering selling his equipment and looking for work with an
accounting firm.
* * *
"Scott! Scott Nelson!"
Scott turned as he climbed out of the car and found himself
staring at one of his oldest friends, Harry Halliday.
"Harry!" Scott exclaimed, walking over and shaking his
friend's hand earnestly. "My God, Harry, what are you doing in
Dallas?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing!" Harry responded with
a broad smile. "Hey, let's have lunch together."
Scott hesitated, thinking of his seriously depleted funds,
then agreed. He hadn't seen Harry Halliday since Chicago! Harry
had been a junior executive with a sporting goods manufacturing
company and on his way up the corporate ladder. Harry was close to
Scott's age, but looked much older now.
The two friends walked down to the Golden Pheasant restaurant
and sat down to a dry martini and lunch. Harry explained that he
was still with the same company, but that they had moved their
offices to Dallas.
"Say," Harry remarked as the waiter removed their salad
plates, "you may be the answer to my dreams, Scott. Do you still
tinker with photography?"
"It's my business now, Harry," Scott replied with a smile.
"I'm a free-lance commercial photographer now."
"Great!" Harry said. "I'm looking for a creative photographer
who I can trust. We've got a new product, a super golf cart that's
really revolutionary. It's about ready for the market and we need
to create some classy brochures. Sound like something you might
take on?"
"Well ..." Scott hesitated momentarily. He'd take on
anything, but he knew that he couldn't appear too anxious, even
with his old friend.
"I'll level with you, Scott," Harry continued,
misunderstanding Scott's hesitation. "When I said that this golf
cart is revolutionary, I meant just that. Our competitors would
love to get their hands on this, believe me! We know they'd love
to rip us off, and they will just as soon as they can work out our
new principle. So we're keeping it under tight wraps. The man we
hire to do our photography has to be one hundred percent
trustworthy. You can see why I have been hesitant to contract with
anyone for the work."
"I understand, Harry," Scott laughed. "Unfortunately, some of
the men in my new profession have been known to sell industrial
secrets."
"Exactly! And with us that would be a disaster. Do you
develop your own film?"
"Sure! I carry my lab with me," Scott said. "What did you
think I had in that trailer ... broads?"
"Both color and black and white?" Harry persisted, after a
laugh.
"Right."
"Honestly, I think fate shoved us together this morning!"
Harry said enthusiastically. "We're already months behind getting
the material on this prepared. What brought you to Dallas, Scott,
an assignment?"
"Well, as a matter of fact..."
"Look, Scott, I can understand you have to honor your
assignment. What I'm wondering is if you can put it off for a
while and take us on immediately?"
"Well..." Scott began slowly. "I'd have to return the advance
they gave me," he said hesitantly, hoping Harry wouldn't see
through this minor ploy.
"Of course! We wouldn't have it any other way! Look, Scott,
I'll give you a five thousand dollar advance this afternoon. Would
that be enough to entice you?"
"You drive a hard bargain, Harry," Scott remarked, hoping he
had been able to control the elation in his voice. Five thousand
dollars! "You haven't even asked me what I'll charge you for the
work."
"Scott, we'll pay you the same as we've been quoted by the
top photographer here in Dallas. Is that fair?"
"Sure, Harry," Scott smiled. "But you'll never know if you
could have hired me cheaper."
Both men laughed heartily and Harry Halliday picked up the
check. He gave Scott a card and told him to come right over to the
office to pick up his advance.
* * *
Scott Nelson looked at the sky as he unlocked his car and
gave a silent prayer of thanks. Harry's assignment would
undoubtedly be dull and uncreative--after all, what could you do
with a golf cart, but it was at this moment in Scott's life a true
lifesaver!
The H. E. Merrill Custom Sporting Goods Company, Inc. offices
were located in a semi-modern building in an industrial center
near the Preston Hollow section of Dallas.
When Scott arrived, he was ushered into Harry's office and he
noted on the door that his friend was now executive vice president
of the company. Harry met him with a check for five thousand
dollars in hand.
"How's that for service?" Harry smiled. "Look, I'd like to
take you on a tour of our plant, but they've just called an
executive meeting. So how about in the morning?"
Scott said that would be fine, picked up a couple of
brochures on the company's products and climbed back into his car.
He drove downtown to the Republic National Bank in the hub of
Dallas and opened a checking account with the Merrill Company
check.
It was almost six o'clock when Scott finally located the
perfect apartment house. The rent was reasonable, six hundred
dollars for a one bedroom furnished apartment, and the manager
included the use of an unused storage room near the laundry area
for Scott's equipment. There was even running water for his tanks.
The two months rent and three hundred dollar security deposit
made a sizable dent in his new bank account, but Scott for the
first time in months felt that he had a real workable setup for
his equipment and a nice place to live.
The apartment house was by no means luxurious. It was an
average unit, perhaps a little rundown from better days, but still
quite respectable. There was a swimming pool behind the car ports
and each unit was air conditioned against the almost incredible
summer heat.
By the time he had unloaded the trailer, Scott was exhausted
and lacked the energy to set his equipment up. He looked in the
phone book and found Harry's number listed. Scott called Harry
from a pay phone down the street and explained that he would need
an extra day to get all of his equipment arranged and working.
Harry agreed immediately and told Scott to come in the day after
tomorrow.
* * *
Early the next morning Scott tackled the old storage room. He
mopped it out and then began arranging his equipment. Garden hose
he bought at a local hardware store served for the drains he
needed, and he rigged his own makeshift lighting and electrical
connections.
Scott was surprised to find the apartment almost completely
deserted during the day. Even the manager worked. He was used to
being alone when he looked up to find a pretty young girl standing
in the doorway to the storage room.
"Hi!" she said a little shyly.
"Well, hi!" Scott smiled. "My name's Scotty. What's yours?"
"Kathy. Kathy Marsh. I live in number twelve. What are you
doing?"
"Well, Kathy, I'm setting up a developing lab. I'm a
commercial photographer and this is where I'll develop all the
pictures I take. Say, you don't happen to have some friction tape,
do you?"
"I think my mother has some. I'll get it," she said, turning
and trotting away.
Scott smiled after the girl. She was young, probably thirteen
or fourteen, but one of the prettiest little girls he could
remember seeing. She had a sweet, angelic face that he knew would
photograph beautifully. Her hair was golden blonde and she wore it
long and straight. It served as a halo around her gorgeous face.
When she returned with a small roll of friction tape and
shyly handed it to him, Scott became very aware of the young
girl's body. She was in that blooming stage that made men turn
when she passed. Her breasts were full and firm on her slender
chest and the forty-eight-year-old man could swear he could see
her pointed nipples pressing against her sheer blouse. Her waist
was narrow and her hips full and flared. Scott appraised her long,
slender legs and felt a small twitch in his balls. She was a
beauty--a real beauty!
"Are you going to work here during the day?" the pretty young
blonde asked.
"Sometimes," Scott replied as he peeled a piece of tape and
sealed a connection on his developer.
"I'm glad," Kathy said softly. "I get lonely here during the
day with nobody around. Maybe I can help you?"
"Well..."
Scott wanted to tell her that he really didn't need any help,
and that with her body she'd be more of a distraction than a help,
but when he saw the pleading, anxious look in her eyes he didn't
have the heart.
"Well, I guess I could use some help at times, Kathy," he
smiled.
"Ok, great!" the pretty child said eagerly.
Chapter 3
The security under which Merrill kept its new golf cart
approached that of a secret weapon during wartime, and Scott
Nelson was tired of having a security man leaning over his
shoulder with every shot he took.
Scott's first request had been to photograph the machine out
in the natural sunlight, which would have solved a number of his
lighting problems. Larry Halliday had regretfully denied Scott
permission to move the cart outside, explaining that the security
problem was too much of a risk for them at this stage. The key to
the new design was immediately recognizable on the instrument
panel of the dash, Larry explained, and Scott had spent the entire
morning experimenting with angles that would show the sleek new
lines of the golf cart without exposing the dash instrumentation.
After running a series of what he called "trial shots," Scott
quit and returned to his apartment house to run them through the
tanks in order to see what he had.
The red lights came on for the color tank to indicate that
the temperature of the chemicals had reached the required level
and Scott began loading the three rolls of film he had shot.
"Hi!"
Scott turned to see fourteen-year-old Kathy Marsh standing in
the doorway.
"Hi, Kathy," he returned, finishing the load of the film in
the automatic machine.
"What are you doing?" the pretty young blonde asked as she
walked into the room.
"An exercise in futility," Scott remarked with a sigh.
"What?" the young girl asked with a perplexed look on her
pretty face.
Scott set the controls and turned to explain to Kathy that he
had spent the morning photographing a new product from various
angles. He told her that he had to be certain a particular part of
the new product did not appear in the photographs.
"And that's damned near impossible!" he concluded. "It's like
trying to shoot a nude girl with all of her pretty features hidden
behind a tree. I know they'll be lousy."
"I don't see how you can tell without seeing them," Kathy
remarked.
"In my business, Kathy," Scott said with a smile, "you get a
sixth sense about things. You see a beautiful tree and you
immediately know that you can't get a decent picture of it because
the angle is all wrong. Or I can see a gorgeous girl and right
away know that she won't photograph worth a damn."
"How?" the fourteen-year-old girl asked.
"I don't know," the forty-eight-year-old man replied with a
chuckle. "It just becomes instinctive, I guess I can see an
average looking girl and know instantly that she'll photograph
like a million dollars. It's a quality. They call it photogenic.
You, Kathy, will photograph like a million. You have that
quality."
The buzzer sounded, indicating that the developing cycle was
complete and Scott jumped up to flip the automatic print button on
the expensive machine.
"Now we'll see what we got," he sighed.
"You see!" Kathy said. "You're not sure they'll all be bad!"
"Honey, I can still believe in miracles," Scott Nelson
laughed.
"I'll just bet that you got some swell pictures," Kathy said
doggedly.
"Well, we'll see now," Scott returned as he picked up the
small prints that began coming out on the tray. They were still
damp and he handled them on the edges as he hung them on a small
line.
"Look at that crap!" Scott sighed. "Christ, it's even worse
than I thought it would be!"
"But ... but they look good to me," Kathy said as she brushed
against him leaning in to inspect the photographs.
"Crap, Kathy, pure crap!" Scott said, going into detail to
explain what was wrong with each photograph. "Of course, I can
correct the exposure problems and jazz up the lighting, but that
doesn't solve the basic problem."
"I don't understand what the problem is," Kathy remarked.
"These pictures show the machine--whatever it is--very nicely."
"Granted," Scott sighed, "but they lack glamour. They have
absolutely no sex appeal at all, and that, Kathy, is what
advertising is all about and what my client expects from me."
"Why don't you have a naked girl sitting in it, then?" Kathy
said with a girlish giggle. "That would give it sex appeal,
wouldn't it?"
Scott was about to reply when an idea flashed across his
mind.
"A girl! That's it!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Animate the
damned thing with action!"
"A naked girl?" Kathy asked a little breathlessly.
"No, not naked, Kathy," Scott laughed. "But you've given me
an idea. In fact, you may have solved the whole damned problem for
me! I'll use a model, maybe two, and suggest action. Arranged just
right, the model's body could cover the instrument panel--
particularly if the has a good set--a big bust, I mean. I can
angle down so they're covering the dash. You know, Kathy, I think
this might just work!" His voice was excited as he explored the
possibilities.
"I'm glad," Kathy said, reacting to the way he placed his
strong, masculine hand on her arm as he spoke.
"I really think you have solved it for me, Kathy."
"Have you ... have you ever photographed ... well, I mean, a
naked girl?" the young child asked haltingly.
"Of course," Scott replied.
"Many?"
"Plenty," Scott lied in an offhand voice. He had
professionally shot three nudes in his brief career, all models.
"Were they pretty?" the young girl asked eagerly.
"So-so," Scott responded.
"As pretty as me?" she demanded in a soft voice as if she
dreaded the answer.
"No, Kathy," Scott laughed. "When I said that you're a
beautiful girl, I meant it. With some training, you could make a
top model."
"Would I be a good nude?" Kathy asked quickly, forcing
herself to mouth the words before she lost her courage.
"I think so," Scott replied with a smile. "At least, if your
body is as mature as it looks," he added. "Today it's almost
impossible to tell how developed a girl is with all the devices
they can use under their clothes."
"I ... I don't ... I don't wear anything under my clothes!"
the fourteen-year-old girl blurted out with a blush. "And
everybody says I'm a fully developed woman! Would you ... would
you take pictures of me ... nude?"
Scott Nelson felt his balls tighten into knots as he stared
at the young girl. Was she serious, he asked himself? Christ, the
trouble they could get into if they were caught or if anybody ever
found out! Yet the forty-eight-year-old man couldn't remember ever
seeing a fourteen-year-old girl naked!
"Well?" she asked.
Scott Nelson hesitated. He knew that he was playing with
dynamite! But what harm could come of taking a few shots of her in
the nude? His balls ached to see her nubile young body!
"When?" Scott asked with a smile.
"Now," Kathy responded quickly, knowing that she would lose
her nerve if they didn't do it right this minute.
"Well, okay," Scott laughed. He walked over and threw the
bolt on the door so that nobody could walk in on them unannounced.
"Kathy, we must never, never let anybody know about this. I'll
take them and develop them and keep them down here. Nobody is to
ever, ever find out. It's just between us. Okay?"
"Okay," Kathy agreed quickly.
"You take your clothes off and I'll set up some lights,"
Scott said.
The bright crimson color of the young girl's cheeks made him
smile as he turned away to set up a couple of pan lights. She was
so terribly young and innocent'
Fourteen-year-old Kathy Marsh took a deep breath and forced
herself to begin taking off her clothes. She was so embarrassed
she thought that she would die! Never in her life had she let
anybody, man or woman, see her naked! Even her mother hadn't seen
her completely naked in years! And here she was brazenly stripping
in front of an older man, almost a complete stranger.
At the same time the young girl was strangely excited. Part
of it was the naughtiness of what she was doing. That was kind of
thrilling. And then there was Scott Nelson. She had been secretly
in love with him from the first moment she saw him. She knew that
her mother would dismiss it as a adolescent crush, but to Kathy it
was more than that. Scott Nelson was in part the father she'd
never known.
Kathy's parents had divorced when she was three years old and
she'd never seen her father again. He was nothing more than a
blurred distant image in her mind now.
She felt her breasts tingle as she pulled her sweater over
her head and the sensation seemed to sweep through her young body.
Would he like her body? She so desperately wanted him to like her
body! She wanted him to see her as a mature woman!
When she tossed her sweater on the chair near the developing
machine, Kathy saw Scott staring at her and her breath caught in
her young throat! The look in his eyes both scared and excited
her. It was an animal-like look that seemed to devour her!
The forty-eight-year-old man felt his balls throb as he
stared at the fourteen-year-old girl's chest. She had the bloom of
youth that he had read so much about. Her breasts were perfectly
formed, like two cones sticking straight out from her chest! Her
nipples were bright pink and fully erect, pointing at him daringly
as his eyes feasted on her breasts.
Then, while he watched open mouthed, the young girl began
pulling her skirt down. He saw her small tummy and then the creamy
white flesh above her protruding pubic mound. When her pale blonde
pubic mound came into view, Scott could feel his cock straining
against his slacks.
Her sparse growth of pubic hair was like a silken tassel
between her lovely young legs. The lips of her cunt were plainly
visible beneath the golden shafts of wheat, pink and narrow and
virginally fresh and enticing.
Kathy was blushing so she wanted to die! The way he was
staring at her! His eyes seemed to alternate obscenely between her
breasts and her most intimate region between her legs. She
trembled as she quickly stepped out of her skirt and stood before
the older man stark naked.
"Is ... is my body pretty?" she asked in a halting voice as
she did a slow turn before him.
"Gorgeous!" Scott muttered. His cock was straining against
the fabric of his slacks and threatened to break through when his
eyes were filled with the luscious vision of her soft, rounded
ass. The cheeks of her buttocks were like two small balloons that
stuck out saucily from her back.
"Really?" she demanded, her chest swelling with pride from
his obvious admiration.
"Really, Kathy!" Scott said honestly. He couldn't remember
seeing a more beautiful female body in his life! She was a sensual
dream! "You're one of the sexiest women I've ever seen. Much
sexier naked than with your clothes on."
"Do you mean it?" she asked with a tiny, proud giggle. When
he called her a woman, the girl's chest almost burst with pride
and happiness!
"I mean it," Scott assured her. "Now, let's take some photos
of you. Stand over here between the lights."
While she still felt awkward and nervous about being naked in
front of the older man, Kathy was gaining confidence by the
minute. She walked over and stood between the lights. She moved as
he directed her until the lighting was perfect on her naked body.
Scott focused and shot several pictures.
"Turn a little to the left, Kathy," he said. "And push your
chest up. Make those lovely tits point upward, honey."
The word sent a tremor running through the young girl's body.
She'd heard it at school of course, but never from an adult like
this.
"That's it. Now cup your tits in your hands, Kathy so that
your nipples pop out. Make it very sexy, like you're playing with
yourself and enjoying every minute of it. Lick your lips so
they'll shine. That's it!"
When Kathy cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them
slightly so that her nipples popped out, a strange, exciting
feeling coursed thrillingly through her body. She felt so terribly
grown up and naughty! How she loved it!
The young girl also saw the bulge in the older man's pants,
and that thrilled her!
Scott had her turn around and look back over her shoulder so
he could get some shots of her luscious ass. Her long, sculptured
legs had just enough baby-fat on them to make them a gourmet's
feast!
"Want me to get some shots of your cunt, Kathy?" Scott asked
brazenly. At this point he didn't give a damn if he shocked the
young girl. He wanted a full set of photos of her incredibly
luscious body!
Kathy blushed a bright red when he said that word! Was this
the way men and women talked? Some of the girls talked like that
at school, but did men and women use these words? She hesitated a
moment with her young heart in her throat, then nodded her head.
"Sure," she said in a tiny voice.
"Here," Scott said, pulling the single chair in the room over
between the lights. "Sit in the chair and spread your legs wide
apart, Kathy."
The young girl's heart was pounding in her temples as she
watched the older man kneel down on the floor in front of the
chair. She sat down on her sweater and slowly forced herself to
spread her legs apart.
That animal look was in his eyes as she saw him stare at the
virgin young garden between her legs.
"Spread your thighs, honey," Scott urged, his balls surging
as he stared into the child's flowering twat. As her thighs
opened, Scott could see the entire cleft of her sex from her cute
little asshole up to her small, button-like clitoris. He forced
himself to bring his camera to his eye and he shot two pictures of
her pussy.
"Now open the lips of your cunt, Kathy, with your fingers."
Kathy's breath caught in her throat and her heart seemed to
fall to the pit of her tummy at his suggestion. She wanted to die
of embarrassment as her hands seemed to automatically move to her
sex.
"That's it!" Scott exclaimed as the tips of her young fingers
reached and spread the lips of her sweet, virginal pussy. "I'll
get a couple of good close-ups!"
Scott shot two medium close photos and then moved in to hold
the camera less than twelve inches from the fourteen-year-old
child's cunt. The fresh scent of her sex waft to his quivering
nostrils as he took three close shots of her slit.
"Christ, that looks good enough to eat!" he exclaimed.
"WH ... WHAT?" the girl asked nervously.
"I said that your cunt looks good enough to eat," Scott
laughed. "I'll bet you love to have the boys lick it for you."
Kathy was so shocked she couldn't speak! She'd heard two of
the girls at school bragging about how their dates had eaten them,
but she'd never believed a word they said!
"May I kiss it for you?" Scott asked, alarm bells ringing in
his conscience as the words escaped from his throat.
Chapter 4
Goosebumps broke out all over the fourteen-year-old girl's
flesh. Her heart was beating in her ears and her body trembled as
she watched the older man place his camera on the floor and lean
forward to place his face between her legs.
Kathy wanted to speak, to tell him not to kiss her there, but
the throbbing lump in her throat prevented the child from issuing
a sound!
The innocent young girl was scared half to death, but she
couldn't move! Her body seemed frozen. Her fingers continued
holding the lips of her cunt open as she watched him bring his
mouth to her sex. She was so frightened she didn't want him to
touch her, but she couldn't stop him!
Forty-eight-year-old Scott Nelson knew that he was lighting
the fuse on a keg of powder that could blow him sky high. Playing
with a fourteen-year-old girl! If they caught him, or ever found
out, he'd be behind bars the rest of his life!
He couldn't help himself! His nose quivered with excitement
as he brought it close to the beautiful child's twat. The sight
and smell of her pussy was too much for him! His balls were
thundering and his entire body was quaking with desire. He had to
taste her!
He slithered his tongue between his lips and dipped it into
the honey coated meat of her sweet cunt.
"OH! OOOooohhhhhh!!" Kathy moaned.
The child saw the older man's tongue dart into her sex and
that alone made her tremble with excitement, but when she felt the
tip of his tongue touch her secret button her whole body seemed to
catch fire!
She liked it! Oh, Lord, she thought, I LIKE it! Before she
felt his tongue on her flesh, the innocent virgin had thought it
would be dirty and unpleasant having him kiss her where she peed-
but she liked it!
"OOOOooooooooohhhh!" she crooned when his tongue began
daringly flicking back and forth over her most sensitive spot. She
felt her young muscles become taut with excitement. Her flesh
began quivering and small darts of fire swept through her innocent
body.
Kathy's eyes seemed glued to the sight of the older man's
face at her crotch. He was looking directly up into her eyes while
he licked her and the devilish expression in his eyes thrilled her
all the more.
"OH!" Kathy gasped when he ran his tongue down the length of
her slit. Now he was licking her ... her asshole! She could feel
his tongue going round and round her asshole and ... and it felt
good--naughty and good!
"AH!"
When his tongue suddenly pushed its way into her vagina, the
innocent girl's body strained. Her hips began writhing on the
chair while his daring tongue probed the inside of her sex.
The fourteen-year-old girl's heart was beating much faster
now. She could feel it. And her flesh felt hot and flushed. She
had never played with herself, and this was the first time in her
young life that her passions were given rein in her body. The
feeling both frightened and thrilled her at the same moment.
"OOOooooooooohhhhhh!!!"
Now he was back on that sensitive spot again, his hard tongue
caressing and massaging her button relentlessly!
"Do you like this, Kathy?" Scott asked between flicks of his
tongue against her quiveringly erect clitoris. He knew the answer.
Her entire body was writhing beneath his oral attack on her
virginal sex. But he wanted to hear her say it.
"Yes," the child responded in a very small voice.
"You like to have me lick your cunt?" Scott pressed.
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed as he massaged her clitoris
vigorously.
"Tell me!" he demanded, removing his loving tongue from her
crack for a moment.
"No, don't stop!" she cried. "Please don't stop!"
"Tell me what you want me to do, then," he smiled.
"What you were doing," the innocent young girl said with her
cheeks turning scarlet. "Lick ... lick my ... lick my cunt!"
She had to force the words from her throat, but just the
sound of them escaping from her lips thrilled her. It was exciting
to talk like that, to use the words when they meant something.
"OOOOooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!" she moaned when his tongue once
again dipped into her pussy and caressed her clitoris lovingly.
Her body began trembling like a leaf in a storm and perspiration
broke out on her forehead, her shoulders, her arms and her thighs.
She was so hot it felt like she was sitting in an oven!
Love filled her inexperienced body as she stared down at the
older man's handsome face in her crotch. She saw his tongue moving
inside her crack and she could feel it at the same time. She'd
never felt this good in her short life! It felt like her head was
going to explode!
He was so handsome. So kind and handsome! And he was kissing
her the way a man kisses a woman. Instinctively, Kathy understood
that. She placed her small, young hands on the top of his head and
ran her little fingers through his hair while he licked her.
Things the virginal child did not understand were happening
inside her trembling body. Her lungs seemed to be tortured for air
and her breathing was heavy. Her flesh was on fire and her muscles
were straining. Her whole body seemed to be filled with love, love
and animal passion!
Then small explosions began ripping through her body and she
seemed to be climbing higher and higher on a magic ladder!
Scott Nelson's balls felt like they were going to explode at
any minute as he lapped the pretty child's cunt. How sweet her
virginal juices were! And how naturally excited she was. This was
no put-on to make him feel good. The girl was so excited she could
hardly control herself!
He darted his tongue to her hole and rammed it inside her.
Scott felt her vaginal muscles expand and contract as he tongue
fucked her before returning to her excited clitoris. She was
moaning and crying like an animal and Scott wondered if the child
had ever experienced an orgasm before in her life. She was close
now and he was going to give her a climax to remember!
"I ... I'm ... OH! OOooooochhhhhh!! I'm ..." Kathy cried just
before she felt a tidal wave form inside her body to sweep through
her with a force she never suspected existed in her body.
"AAAAAAAAAAA Aaaaaaaaasiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"
Her climax burst upon her and made her entire body quake. It
was as if she had just been plugged into a charge of electricity
that flowed through her without check. She could feel it
everywhere in her body. Her toes shook and tried to dig into the
old carpet Scott had installed on the floor to minimize dust in
his shop.
The nipples on her young breasts were so hot they felt like
coals on her chest! Tears of joy welled up in her young eyes and
began running down her cheeks. She could hardly get her breath!
And still his fantastic tongue kept licking her! He licked
her until the virginal flesh of her cunt hurt, but even the pain
felt good!
"Did you like that?" Scott asked as he removed his dripping
lips from the fourteen-year-old virgin's pussy.
"Oh, yes!" the inexperienced child gushed. "Do ... do men
always do that ... to women?"
"Not always," Scott laughed as he remained kneeling between
the child's gorgeous thighs. "Only when a man really likes a woman
and wants to show her he loves her."
"Oh!" Kathy gasped. "Did ... did you like doing it to me?"
Scott laughed and pulled himself slowly to his feet.
"What do you think this is Kathy?" he laughed, pointing to
the straining bulge in his pants.
"OH!" Kathy blushed when she saw the huge protrusion at the
forty-eight-year-old man's crotch.
"Licking your cunt really gave me a bad ease of aching
balls!" he sighed.
"And ... and what does a woman do to the man she wants to
know that she ... that she likes him?" Kathy asked in a halting
voice.
"Many things," Scott replied with a smile. "If she really
likes him, she'll suck his cock and give him a good blow-job."
"Take his ... take his ... cock into her mouth!" the
fourteen-year-old girl gasped.
"Sure!" Scott replied with a broad smile. "Haven't you ever
sucked a boy's cock, Kathy?"
"No," she replied in a tiny, embarrassed voice. "But ...
well, but I want to ... now. I mean," she went on in a hurried,
excited tone, "if you'd ... well, if you'd like me to suck your
cock."
The forty-eight-year-old man's balls thundered in his ears as
he heard the fourteen-year-old girl ask him if he'd like her to
suck his cock! He knew that if anybody ever found out that he'd
let her give him a blow-job, they'd send him to someplace like
Devil's island and forget about him, but the thought of her sweet,
young mouth wrapped around his hard dick was too much for him.
"Would you like me to suck your ... your cock?" Kathy asked
again, the words coming from her mouth sending a tingling
sensation racing through her body. "I don't know how," she added
quickly. "I mean, you'll have to teach me how. Do you want me to?"
"Are you sure want to?" Scott's conscience forced him to ask.
"Are you sure you like me enough?"
"Yes!" she said quickly and firmly. "If you'll teach me."
"God, yes, I want you to!" Scott said, quickly reaching down
to unzip his slacks and pull them and his shorts down.
"OH!" Kathy gasped when her eyes were suddenly filled with
the vision of his huge organ. It was so long and so thick!
Kathy had never seen a naked man before and her young eyes
were glued to the huge appendage at his crotch while he bent down
to kick off his shoes and step out of his pants and shorts. It
looked like it was as long as a ruler! The shaft was rigid and she
could see the rope-like veins that ran down it throbbing. The head
was swollen and looked like a huge pink heart.
"Here," Scott said as he quickly set his self-advancing
camera on a tripod and attached a remote control shutter button,
"I'll even take some photos of you sucking my cock. Okay?"
Scott quickly focused the camera and returned to stand naked
before the child seated on the chair before she could speak. He
held the remote control in his hand and deliberately moved forward
until his surging, aching prick was poised just inches from the
innocent child's lovely mouth. He silently squeezed off a photo of
the two of them like that.
Kathy's crush on the older man could not have been stronger.
Her body tingled deliciously every time she remembered the great
joy he had just given her with his tongue. But she was beginning
to doubt the wisdom of her offering to suck his cock.
His long and incredibly thick organ was sticking in her face
and she thought it was almost as large as her arm! The strong odor
of his sex poised just below her nose made her nostrils flare wide
open. It smelled sort of like a big sour pickle.
Her first view of the male genital organs both intrigued and
frightened the innocent young child. The base of his penis was
surrounded by a thick brush of salt-and-pepper colored wiry hair.
His balls hung down like big, bulging pouches beneath his rigid,
straining penis and swayed slightly as he stood before her.
What frightened her was the size of his cock. It was so huge!
How would she ever be able to take it in her mouth?
"Take it in your hands, Kathy," Scott said in as calm a voice
as he could muster while he stood watching the pretty girl's face
just inches away from his aching prick.
Kathy slowly reached up and took his long prick in her hands.
Just touching his hot, throbbing organ made her tremble with
excitement! It was so thick her fingers wouldn't go all the way
around it! And it was coated with a thin layer of cream that made
it both sticky and slippery at the same moment. A tear hung from
the tiny slit at the tip of his shaft and that fascinated her.
She loved the way she could feel the blood pounding along his
veins!
"Are you ... are you excited?" the fourteen-year-old innocent
girl asked.
"God, yes!" the forty-eight-year-old man replied with a sigh.
"Now kiss it, honey."
Holding his surging shaft in both hands, Kathy slowly moved
her innocent lips forward and brought them into contact with the
swollen bulb at the end of his trunk. The moment her lips touched
his hot prick, the child felt a salty explosion on her taste buds.
For a moment she thought that she was going to gag, but then
she found that the taste of his sex wasn't at all unpleasant. It
was strong, but the flavor was in itself a little exciting.
Scott Nelson's balls roared the moment the pretty child's
lips touched his cock and he had to grit his teeth to keep from
coming right then. Christ, he said to himself, I haven't been this
hot in years! He squeezed the bulb in his hand silently and took a
photo of the beautiful child kissing the swollen head of his cock.
"Now lick it, Kathy, like I licked your cunt."
Kathy squeezed his thick organ lovingly when she remembered
the feeling of his tongue inside her slit. She slid her tongue
between her lips and began coursing it around his thick swollen
bulb.
"Just pretend you're licking an ice cream cone," Scott
murmured as, he felt her darling, warm tongue begin sliding around
his aching prick. "Yes! Oh, yes, Kathy! That's it!"
Kathy became more confident with each swipe of her tongue on
his warm meat. This is fun, she told herself, licking his penis
like a lollipop. And she was getting to like the taste of his
prick. It made her flesh tingle with excitement. Her hands could
feel the surging of his passion along his mighty shaft and it made
her feel very important to excite him this way!
"God, that's good!" Scott sighed as he watched the darling
young girl lick his cock while she held it tightly in her small
hands. He loved the way she pursed her cute young lips to plant a
kiss on the swollen head each time she licked the length of his
straining shaft.
"Am I doing it right?" Kathy asked.
"Yes!" Scott gasped. "Now lick my balls, honey."
Once again, Scott had to grit his teeth to keep from popping
his nuts when the beautiful young girl dropped her cute mouth to
his bloated testicles. The head of his prick buried itself in her
pale golden blonde hair and the shaft was pressed against her
cheek as she brought her lips to his nuts and began caressing his
balls with her lips and tongue.
Kathy ignored the irksome hair around his balls as she began
licking his wrinkled sac. She could feel his juices bubbling
around beneath her probing tongue and this thrilled her. She also
liked the feeling of his throbbing shaft pressed against her
cheek. She could tell that the older man was very excited from the
way that his breathing had become a series of pants. If she could
excite a man like this, it meant that she was a fully developed,
mature woman!
"Now take it in your mouth, Kathy, and suck on it!" Scott
said as he began to worry about holding out against this precious
girl's caresses.
"I ... I don't know if I can. It's ... it's so big!" she
said.
"You can, honey," Scott reassured her. "Just open your mouth
wide and take it inside. Then move it in and out slowly until it
explodes and sends its load of heavy cream down your throat.
Swallow that cream, Kathy, to show me how much you like me."
Kathy was scared now. She honestly didn't know if she could
do this. Bringing her lips to the very tip of his long, thick
organ, the innocent young girl forced her jaws apart to open her
mouth as much as she could.
She held his straining prick in both hands as she slowly
began drawing the huge head between her lips. It was so thick she
had to force her jaws to stretch until they actually ached! She
started to gag until she found that she could breathe through her
nose.
Scott squeezed the bulb in his hand to take a shot of her
mouth impaled on the head of his cock. He watched her lips
compress as they stretched around his thick prick. The touch of
her velvet lips and the feel of her warm mouth surrounding his
aching prick made his muscles go taut!
"That's good, Kathy," he said reassuringly. "Now take it all
the way into your mouth, darling."
Kathy thought that the corners of her lips were going to
split! Her jaws ached and she wanted to tell him that she couldn't
do it, but when he told her that she was good, she wanted to show
him, and herself, that she was woman enough to do what he wanted.
She drew the huge heart-shaped bulb at the end of his shaft
deeper into her mouth. The innocent young girl forced herself to
breathe evenly through her nose so that she wouldn't choke on the
huge, throbbing meat that so completely stuffed her young mouth.
The forty-eight-year-old man placed his free hand on the back
of the fourteen-year-old girl's head and pressed her face forward
as he inched his hips toward her to shove his straining cock
deeper and deeper into her incredibly sexy mouth.
"Oh, wow, is that good!" Scott gasped when she managed to at
last take the full length of his hard prick into her throat. The
sight of his thick dick spearing the pretty child's face was
enough to make him explode, but he held back. "Now move it in and
out of your mouth slowly, darling," he sighed. "Pretend that it's
your cunt wrapped around my cock and that we're fucking!"
The thrill of what she was doing, combined with the exciting
words he used, made Kathy forget her discomfort and she began
moving her lips up and down the length of his prick. Every time
she brought her head back, he shoved forward to run his hard rod
deep into her throat and she loved it! His excitement was
beginning to fill her body and she could feel her sex becoming hot
again!
Scott squeezed the bulb in his hands several times and then
dropped it to the floor to concentrate on the fantastic blow-job
the fourteen-year-old girl was giving him. He placed both hands on
her bobbing head and began slowly fucking her darling young mouth.
His balls slapped loudly against her pretty chin each time he sent
his steel rod to the depths of her sweet mouth. Scott knew that he
couldn't hold back any longer. His balls felt like the vortex of a
whirlpool!
Kathy instinctively knew that he was reaching the point of
exploding. She could feel it in the way his veins pounded against
her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She had no idea what to
expect, but she remembered how wonderful it had been when she
exploded a few moments before and she instinctively began moving
her mouth faster and faster on his cock.
"Holy Christ! AH! NO-O-O-W-W-W!!"
It happened the moment he spoke. Kathy felt his prick swell
up inside her mouth. There was a rushing sensation along the
length of his shaft, and then she felt his hot sperm begin
splashing against her throat as he exploded in the depths of her
oral cavity.
For a moment the innocent young girl thought that she was
going to choke! Her mouth was suddenly flooded with his swirling
hot cream. It began trickling down her throat until she remembered
to force herself to swallow it.
What surprised her was that it seemed to keep coming. One
spurt after another filled her mouth and she had to swallow
rapidly to keep up with the fire-hose caught in her throat.
Kathy felt her nipples pop erect as his come gushed into her
throat. And the place between her young legs was burning! She
sucked and sucked until not another drop would come from the slit
at the end of his prick.
"That was great, Kathy!" Scott sighed as he slid his now
rapidly deflating organ from Kathy's hungry mouth.
"Did I do it right?" the girl asked, wiping the drops of come
from the corners of her mouth with her little hand.
"God, yes!" Scott said.
"Did it make you feel good?" Kathy asked, wrapping her
fingers around his now partially deflated prick.
"Kathy, you could suck any cock like that three times a day
for the rest of your life!" Scott chuckled.
"Can I? I mean, well, I'd like to suck you like that every
day," Kathy said quickly.
At that moment there was a loud knocking on the door of the
storeroom Scott had converted into a photo lab.
"Mister Nelson! You in there, Mister Nelson?"
Scott's heart fell to his belly when he recognized the
apartment house manager's voice. Panic swept through his body as
he looked down to see the naked young girl holding his cock in her
warm hands.
"Mister Nelson?"
Scott placed his finger to his lips to warn Kathy not to make
a sound. Then he pointed to her clothes urgently while he dressed
as quickly as he could.
"Just a minute, Mister Wilson," he called through the door.
"I'm developing some film."
He pushed Kathy quickly across the room and made her stand
directly behind the door so that she couldn't be seen when he
opened it. Then he opened the bolt and swung the door partly open.
"Hi," Scott said in as normal a tone as he could.
"Sorry to bother you, Mister Nelson," the manager said with
an apologetic smile. "I just wanted so see if you were working
down here. I've got to turn the water off for a while. Somebody
overloaded one of the washers, and I'll have to work on the
lines."
"That's all right, Mister Wilson," Scott replied with a
smile. "I'm finished for today, anyway."
"Fine. I'll get on it right away, then."
Scott Nelson's heart was in his throat while he watched the
manager walk away. How close he'd come to being caught getting a
blow-job from a fourteen-year-old girl!
As soon as Wilson was out of sight, Scott motioned to Kathy
and the girl slipped around the door and ran silently down the
hall.
Chapter 5
"I see your point, Scott," Harry Halliday commented, rubbing
his chin with his hand. "I must admit, however, that I have mixed
emotions about it."
"From every standpoint, Harry," Scott insisted, "it makes
sense. It gives us glamour where we need it. Brings the product
alive, so to speak, and makes for an identifiable market. It'll
sell, Harry, you know it will. And we can cover up the instrument
panel without being too obvious."
"But at the same time, Scott, we'll be bringing somebody else
into the act and thereby increase our security risk," Harry
remarked.
"A professional model, Harry, for God's sake!" Scott said.
"Professional models don't have brains. They have bodies and
faces."
"Just the same," Harry Halliday persisted, "it is a security
risk. Look, Scott, I understand your problems. And, to be
perfectly honest, I like your new approach. Just give me some time
to chew on it and get some reactions from the powers above, okay?"
"Okay, Harry," Scott said with a sigh, "but please give it
the old college try. I need all the help I can get. Say! The
instrument panel is our one risk, right?"
"Right."
"Well, how about shooting without the panel on the cart? Or
maybe with a mock panel?"
"We thought of the mock panel, Scott, and decided it was too
much of a risk. Our competitors will put anything we put out under
a strong magnifying glass, and if they see that we're using a mock
panel, they'll know something is up. We know how they think
because our people think the same damned way."
Both men laughed and Harry assured Scott he would consider
the use of models for action photographs of the new golf cart.
Scott went back to the tight security area where the new golf cart
stood waiting teasingly for him to solve its problem.
Scott walked around the golf cart for the better part of a
half an hour, studying it from every angle and trying to tune in
the possible solutions to his problem. Then he shot two rolls from
a variety of angles he hadn't shot the day before. He did a series
from on top of a ladder to see if shooting down would help.
He could tell from his view finder that the above shots
helped glamorize the golf cart, but they were also critical as far
as exposing the instrument panel.
His frustration grew as he finished his third roll of film
for the morning. Scott even toyed with the idea of using a
critical focus that would throw the dash area out of focus in the
photograph, but the size of the golf cart and the distances
involved made that all but impossible.
It was when he was sitting on a crate sipping a steaming hot
cup of coffee that the idea hit him. He remembered a technique
that had been pioneered by a famous photographer in Dallas many
years ago. The famous photographer had died and his technique was
little used because of the patience and time required for the
intricate lighting and critical exposure, but Scott became excited
as he thought about it because it might just work.
The idea was simple. You lighted the entire setting with blue
lights, like a Hollywood winter scene. Then you used a high
powered bird's eye with a white light to spotlight the area to be
emphasized in the final photo. The bird's eye had to be powerful
enough to wash out the blue in that one spot, and that spot
shouldn't be more than twenty percent of the total photograph.
In the final print you had a dramatic effect. The photo was
in tones or rich yet subdued blues, and the spot area was in full,
bright color.
Scott remembered that the technique had been employed to
dramatize a line of sporting goods, an auto air conditioner, and
even stereo components in a living room. The more he thought
about, the more he was certain it would work.
The problem was that he'd never be able to explain it to
Harry Halliday. Harry would have to see it to understand and
appreciate it. The beautiful point was that the blue lighting
would obscure the instrument panel to the point that an industrial
spy with a microscope or loupe would climb a wall!
Scott finished his coffee and once again began pacing around
the golf cart. There was an excited spring to his step now. The
possibilities were endless with this new technique he had in mind!
It wasn't really necessary to use blue. Green or red could be
employed with the same effect. In fact, green might be better.
Green had an outdoors connotation that would compliment the golf
cart.
At noon Scott received word that Harry would be tied up in a
conference until late in the afternoon and the photographer
decided to call it a day and develop the rolls he had taken and
work on his new idea.
On his way back to his apartment house, Scott stopped and
bought a roll of special color film and some blue gels for his
lights. He wanted green, but the film he'd have to use was a
special order item and had to be refrigerated, so he decided to
use blue for his tests.
In his small lab in the storage room at the apartment house,
Scott set to work. First, he loaded the rolls he'd shot into the
developing machine. Then he began setting up a small studio in the
corner of the room. Using four pans and two kliegs, he lighted the
corner in subdued blue. Then he set up his most powerful bird's
eye. He placed a portable radio he'd brought down from his
apartment as the test product on a small table and concentrated
the white spot on it tightly. The damned bird's eye tended to
bleed back on the wall and Scott borrowed a ladder from the
storage room next door to raise the bird's eye as high as he
could.
The result was far from perfect, but it was the best he could
do with the low ceiling. In the Merrill factory, he would have a
twenty-five foot ceiling to work from.
Scott was loading the special film into his camera when the
door opened quietly and Kathy Marsh walked in.
"Hi," she said a little shyly.
"Hi, Kathy," Scott responded in a preoccupied tone of voice
while he finished loading the film.
He wasn't at all comfortable about having her here in his
work room after the close call they'd had yesterday. Scott had
spent a somewhat sleepless night worrying about what would happen
if his escapade with the fourteen-year-old girl ever got out.
Scott was about to tell her that he was busy, but he reminded
himself that it certainly wasn't the little girl's fault.
"What are you doing?" Kathy asked.
Kathy was afraid to mention what had happened yesterday. She
wanted to talk to him about it, tell him how much she liked
everything they did, but instinct warned her to let him bring it
up. When old man Wilson had knocked on the door, Scott had been in
a true panic and she knew that he was worried about the fun they
had enjoyed together.
"I'm still trying to solve that damned problem," Scott
replied. He went on to explain the technique he was testing.
The young girl didn't understand everything the older man
told her, but she nodded her head as if she did. It was so
complicated!
Scott set his camera on a tripod and focused on the radio. He
shot a time exposure, but wasn't at all satisfied.
"That damned light is bleeding all over the wall!" he sighed.
"Would it help if I held the radio?" Kathy offered.
"Hey, that might work!" Scott exclaimed. "And it will give me
something to use to argue with Harry about using a model."
"Should I run upstairs and change clothes?" Kathy asked.
"No," Scott responded quickly. "These are just test shots.
What you're wearing is fine, Kathy. Here, we'll get rid of this
table and have you stand in a three-quarter profile and hold the
radio."
Scott positioned the girl and then climbed up the ladder to
set the bird's eye spot. Kathy was wearing a short miniskirt that
accentuated her legs and a tight sweater that showed off her
lusciously ripe young tits.
"Hold that radio up to your chest, Kathy," he called down as
he set the spot. It wouldn't hurt to catch the ripe points of her
tits in the photograph next to the radio. He tightened the bird's
eye until just the radio and part of Kathy's left tit were in the
spot. The girl's body behind the radio caught the spot and kept it
from bleeding on the wall.
"Now, Kathy, you'll have to hold perfectly still," Scott
said. "I'm going to use a slow shutter, so don't move. I'll count
to three. Hold your breath if you can. And smile, Kathy. That's
better. Lift your chin a little. A little more, honey. That's it.
Now get ready."
Scott counted to three and pressed the shutter control.
"Before you relax, Kathy, let my try one from over here. Now
smile. That's it. Get ready."
Scott shot six exposures from various angles, then climbed
the ladder to take some shots from above the young girl. This
angle was even more dramatic and Scott was anxious to see how they
turned out. He finished the roll moving the ladder around and
shooting down from different heights and angles.
"Okay," he said as he shot the last exposure on the roll,
"let's see what we've got. First we'll have to get the other rolls
out of the tank and set up for this film. The temperature is
critical on this type of film."
They turned off the special lights and Scott took the print
strips out of the machine and set the special temperatures that
would be needed on this roll. When the lights activated on the
panel, he loaded the special roll and closed the machine.
"This one will be slow," he remarked. "We won't be able to
see anything for about an hour. Come on, I'll treat you to a Coke.
We'll leave these others here until we come back."
They left the dark work room and walked over to the laundry
room where there was a Coke machine. As usual, the apartment house
was completely deserted in the middle afternoon.
Leaning against the row of empty washers, Scott took a deep
breath and broached the subject of their escapade the day before.
"We were very lucky yesterday not to be caught," he began.
Choosing his words carefully, he continued to explain to the young
girl that they could both get in a lot of trouble if they weren't
very careful. "If you ever hinted to anyone what we did, Kathy,
they could put me in jail."
"I'll never say a word!" the young girl protested. "You
should know that."
"But even if you just made a slip..."
"Didn't you like what we did yesterday?" the fourteen-year-
old girl asked, tears beginning to well in her young eyes.
"Of course I did!" Scott assured her. He could see that the
child was close to tears and he spoke softly, explaining that a
relationship between them was almost impossible because of their
ages. He explained that if she somehow fell in love with him, or
if he fell in love with her, they would never be able to do
anything about it. He spoke slowly and logically and was pleased
to see that she both listened and understood what he said.
"So, sex between us can only be for fun," he said.
"I understand that!" the young girl exclaimed. "I'm mature
enough for that! But is there any reason we can't have fun
together and like each other? I like you very much and I want you
to teach me things," she added urgently.
Kathy wasn't telling him the truth. She knew that she was in
love with him, but she also knew that what he said about their
ages was true. They could never be married. They couldn't even go
places together, not as lovers. But she wasn't going to give him
up. Deep in her heart she thought that maybe by some miracle they
could find a way.
"Of course not," Scott replied with a smile, "as long as we
both understand the rules."
"I understand," she said in a small voice.
"Hey, the film should be ready," Scott remarked as he looked
at his watch. "Let's go see what we have."
They returned to the work room and Scott retrieved the roll
of transparencies from the tank and spread the strip out on his
light table. Together they bent over and examined the photographs.
Scott felt an exuberant excitement building inside him as he
looked at the transparencies. They were far from perfect, but the
results were much better than anything he had hoped for.
"Gee, they're good!" Kathy exclaimed excitedly.
"Damned good!" Scott replied with a triumphant chuckle. "I
told you you'd make a hell of a model!"
It was true. Kathy photographed beautifully. In the blue
light she looked much older and her smile was radiant.
"Look at my ... my tit sticking out in this one!" the young
girl cried with a giggle.
"If these don't convince Harry I'm on the right track," Scott
said, "nothing will! Of course the golf cart will be a lot more
difficult than the radio, but these prove that my idea will work.
He should eat these up!"
"Can I have one for myself?" the fourteen-year-old girl asked
eagerly.
"Sure, but not until after I've shown them to Harry. Then you
can have all of them."
"Gee!"
"Let's see what I got this morning," Scott remarked, turning
on the overhead light and picking up one of the strips of film
he'd developed earlier.
Kathy reached out and picked up one of the other strips on
top of the machine and glanced at it idly. The sight that greeted
her eyes made the young girl gasp! She had picked up the roll he
had shot of her yesterday.
"Look!" she exclaimed as she examined the strip. She glanced
quickly at the photos he had taken of her naked, then gasped again
when she saw the ones he'd shot of her playing with and sucking
his cock.
Scott moved over next to the pretty young girl and glanced
down at the strip. He felt his pulse quicken and his halls churn
when he saw the photo of her slowly taking his rigid prick into
her sweet young mouth.
"Wow! Aren't these something?" Kathy remarked excitedly.
"Look, in this one I have your cock all the way in my mouth!"
Scott followed her pointing finger and saw a close-up shot of
his balls resting on her pretty chin as she swallowed his dick. In
a photo earlier on the strip he saw her holding his rigid prick in
her small hands while she pursed her lips to plant a loving kiss
on the tip.
There was no denying the stirring in his loins as he looked
at the erotic photos. He could even feel her sweet, warm lips
surrounding his prick as he examined the shots.
The forty-eight-year-old man was also very conscious of the
fourteen-year-old girl's nubile body as he stood beside her.
"And look at this one!" Kathy exclaimed eagerly. "It's so
clear I feel like I have your cock in my mouth right now!"
"Does looking at the photos make you hot?" Scott asked,
reaching over and casually placing his hand on her cute, round
bottom.
"Oh, yes!" Kathy replied honestly. She had felt those warm
sensations flowing through her body from the moment she began
examining the film strip. The feeling of his hand on her tail made
her entire body tremble. "You know what?" she said quietly, boldly
reaching over and placing her hand lightly on the growing bulge in
the older man's pants.
"What?"
"I'd like to feel your cock in my mouth right now!" Kathy
said. "Is that bad?"
Chapter 6
Scott was doing exactly what he had promised himself he
wouldn't do as he quickly bolted the door and began slipping out
of his clothes, but he couldn't help it! Kathy was too sexy!
Looking at those photos of her loving and sucking his dick had
turned him on like nothing he could remember!
As he kicked his shoes off, he looked up to find the
fourteen-year-old girl already undressed and standing stark naked
before him. She had worn nothing but sandals, her miniskirt and
sweater--nothing underneath!
The forty-eight-year-old man straightened up and opened his
arms wide and Kathy flew into his body in a tight embrace.
"Do you know that we've never kissed?" the young girl
giggled. "You've licked my cunt and I've sucked your cock, but
we've never kissed!"
Scott opened his mouth to tell her that they hadn't kissed
because they couldn't afford to become romantically involved, but
before he could speak the young girl's mouth crushed against his.
Kathy didn't dare tell him that he was the first man she had
ever kissed in her life. More than anything else, she wanted him
to think of her as a mature woman. She pressed her lips against
his and clung tightly to his strong, muscular and very masculine
body.
When his tongue slowly began exploring her moist lips, Kathy
felt a spark race through her young body. She parted her teeth and
met his tongue with her own. At the contact a prickly feeling
coursed her skin and made her tingle with excitement! Then his
tongue was inside her mouth and Kathy felt her entire body come
alive.
She rubbed her pert breasts against his chest and delighted
in the feeling of his coarse hair rubbing against her sensitive
nipples. Something hard was pressing against her tummy and she
wiggled to rub against his surging prick.
Scott Nelson could hardly believe that a single kiss could
turn him on like this! His balls were churning as he held the
young girl's nubile body against him. He dropped one hand down her
smooth back until it was resting on her darling bottom. Then he
allowed his fingers to slide down into the warm crevice between
the cheeks of her buttocks. He pressed the tip of a finger against
her asshole and felt her whole body quiver. Rubbing her asshole
gently, he slid his other fingers down into her wet slit and began
caressing her.
His every touch on her body made the young virgin quake with
excitement! Did she excite him the same way, she wondered? There
was so much for her to learn! Allowing him to draw her warm tongue
into his mouth, the inexperienced young virgin decided to follow
his lead. She dropped one hand to his crotch and wrapped her tiny
fingers around his thick, throbbing penis.
It felt so good in her hand! She loved the way it pulsed to
her every caress! She squeezed it and began rubbing it lovingly as
they continued their long, hot kiss.
A violent tremor swept through the forty-eight-year old man's
body when the fourteen-year-old girl grasped his already aching
cock in her warm little hand and began fondling it.
How easy it would be to fall madly in love with a sex kitten
like this! How easy and dangerous! Christ, all she had to do was
touch him and he was as hard as a rock! He knew that he had to
guard against falling in love with her at all costs. And he had to
make sure she didn't secretly fall in love with him!
They had to keep this on a physical level. They had to! And
because he was the more mature of the two of them, he knew that is
was his responsibility to see that neither of them went overboard.
He would have to set the tone this very afternoon.
Letting her tongue probe his mouth, Scott slipped his finger
down to her vaginal opening and inserted it inside her. Once it
was wet with her flowing juices, he brought it back up her crack
to her asshole and crudely slipped it into her bowels.
The older man expected the young girl to cry out with pain
when he shoved his finger up her virginal rectum, but instead her
body quaked with excitement and she began wiggling to take his
finger deeper inside her.
"Do you like it up your ass, Kathy?" he asked as they finally
broke their long kiss.
"Oh, yes!" she said, squeezing his surging cock in her little
hand affectionately.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Scott persisted.
"No! It feels good!" Kathy responded honestly. The idea was
naughty and dirty to her, but the minute he shoved his finger into
her ass she became very excited. "Do men put their cocks there?"
The little girl's question made the older man's balls
thunder!
"Sometimes," he said slowly, "when the girl likes it. Would
you like a cock up your ass, Kathy?"
"I ... I think so," she said haltingly. "I have so much to
learn. Will you teach me everything?"
"Sure," Scott replied through clenched teeth as he fought for
control of his body. He had tried to shock the girl, hurt her and
scare her off a little, but instead she had turned it on him and
excited him even more! "I like to teach girls about sex. Maybe you
have a friend you'd like me to teach with you."
"A friend!" Kathy cried.
"Sure," Scott laughed, still holding his finger buried in her
warm bowels. "If we're just having fun and not romance, you
shouldn't mind sharing my prick with one of your girl friends."
As inexperienced as she was, Kathy immediately knew that he
was testing her. Well, she could play that game! She rubbed his
hard prick in her hand and smiled at him.
"Sure," she said as brightly as she could. "Lisa would do
anything to have a handsome man like you teach her all about sex.
I would have asked her to come over one afternoon, but you said
that I couldn't tell anybody what we did."
Touch , Scott admitted to himself. She's thrown the ball
right back to you!
"Is Lisa your best friend?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and
down her wet, virginal slit while he massaged her bowels.
"Sure! We're in the same class at school."
"Would she tell anybody?"
"I don't think so," Kathy said. "Lisa talks about sex all the
time, but she's afraid to try it because her mother won't let her
take the Pill yet."
"Then you can tell Lisa," Scott sighed. "And tell her I won't
get her pregnant. I'll teach her how to suck cock and I'll lick
her off. How's that, Kathy?"
"Great!" Kathy responded quickly.
The young girl wasn't at all eager about sharing Scott with
anybody, even Lisa, but she knew that he was testing her. And just
talking about what he would do with Lisa excited Kathy. She rubbed
his cock firmly in her hand and wiggled on his finger in her ass.
God, how he excited her!
"What do you want me to teach you today, Kathy?" Scott asked,
his breath rasping in his throat as the young girl pumped his
prick in her warm hand.
"Everything!" she squealed excitedly.
"Are you on the Pill?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Would you like to learn how to fuck?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" she cried.
Scott smiled and lowered the fourteen-year-old virgin to the
carpet. He dove down playfully and sucked first one tit and then
the other into his mouth to caress her hard nipples with his
tongue.
"Spread your legs wide apart, Kathy," Scott said when he had
the little sex kitten positioned on her back. "Oh, much wider than
that, honey. All the way!"
Scott dropped to his knees between the luscious child's
creamy thighs and stared down at her incredibly sexy body
breathlessly for a long moment.
Her golden blonde hair was flared out beneath her head like a
bright halo. It framed her lovely face to make her the most
beautiful woman he had ever seen. His eyes traveled down to her
chest where her ripe young tits stood at perfect attention and
pointed straight up. The hard nipples cresting her lovely spheres
looked like ripe strawberries begging to be picked.
She was so small and slender, yet every inch a woman. Her
waist was narrow, but her hips flared out deliciously. He brought
his eyes to her golden pussy and his breath caught in his throat.
Her legs were spread wide apart and the lips of her cunt were
invitingly open to expose the pink rose of her twat.
Kathy Marsh was excited, but she was also a little
frightened. She stared up at the handsome, muscular man kneeling
between her legs and her chest heaved with love. Then she saw his
huge, long, thick cock sticking out from his groin and a chill
swept through her.
It was so big! How would she ever take it inside her tight
hole? As she watched, he reached down and took his rigid organ in
his hand and began stroking it while his eyes feasted on her body.
The young girl saw a huge tear form in the slit at the tip as he
stroked himself.
"Will ... will it hurt?" she asked quickly as he began
crawling forward between her legs.
"It may hurt the fist time for a minute or two," Scott said
slowly. "Are you sure you want me to fuck you, Kathy?"
"Yes."
"Say it," Scott commanded.
"I ... I want you ... I want you to fuck me!" she said
haltingly. "... But please don't hurt me."
"Take it in your hand, Kathy, and put it in your hole," Scott
said. With the gorgeous, willing sex kitten, he was living out
every fantasy of his life!
Kathy's fingers trembled as she reached up and grasped his
hard, throbbing pole in her small hand. He moved forward and she
slowly guided his so swollen organ to her waiting pussy. When the
balloon-like tip touched her slit, she slid it down to press it
against her hole.
"What do you want me to do to you, Kathy?" Scott asked
teasingly. He loved to hear her ask for it!
"Fuck me ... meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"
The minute she said the word, "fuck", Scott lunged down and
rammed his aching cock deep into the child's tight, virginal cunt.
She screamed.
"AAAaaaaaaaaanuuuuuurrrrrggghhhhhh!!!! It hurts! IT
HUUUURTS!"
All of the excitement and desire flew from the fourteen-year-
old girl's body as the forty-eight-year-old man's huge cock ripped
into her virginal flesh! The pain was searing and swept through
her young system like wildfire! It felt like he was shoving a hot
knife into her!
"YOU'RE HURTING MEEEEE!!! PLEASE! Please! Oh, please!" she
cried.
Scott ignored the young girl's pleas and thrust his cock
deeper and deeper inside her. He was halted momentarily when the
head of his prick ran into a sheath of flesh. A sharp thrust
ruptured the blocking membrane and Scott knew that he had just
deflowered the young virgin.
"OW! OH, PLEASEeeeeeeeee!!!!" she screamed in agony as she
felt him rip her flesh.
Scott reared back and sent his prick to the hilt inside her
tight vagina. He'd give her a fucking she'd never forget! This
would be a lesson to her about playing and flirting with older
men!
Kathy thought that she would faint. The pain was so intense.
And he wouldn't stop! He kept thrusting his huge pole deeper and
deeper into her ravaged body! She clenched her small hands into
fists and beat them helplessly against his chest. Tears flowed in
rivers down the fourteen-year-old girl's cheeks as the older man
impaled her helpless body on his long, hard shaft.
Then, almost as quickly as it had come, the pain began to
fade away. Her cunt was still sore and sensitive, but she didn't
feel like she was going to die now.
And there was a new sensation spreading rapidly through the
inexperienced young girl's body. She felt completely stuffed, as
if her entire body was wrapped around his mighty cock, and Kathy
liked it!
With every lunge that sent his cock to the depths of her
womb, his pelvis ground against her slit and sent sparks of desire
racing from her clitoris through her body.
"OH! Ooooooohhh!!! OH, THAT ... FEELS ... SO... GOOD!" she
panted as he stroked her with long, hard thrusts. "Yes, fuck me!"
"I thought that you wanted to learn how to fuck," Scott said,
stopping his stroking and holding his cock still inside the young
girl's tight, hot hole.
"I do!" she cried. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!"
"Put your legs around my waist, Kathy," Scott ordered.
"That's it. Now lock your ankles together and hold on."
"Like this?"
"That's it," Scott replied. "Now wiggle your ass in slow
circles while I fuck you."
Holding on with her ankles locked behind his pumping hips,
the young girl did as he told her and began swinging her hips in
slow circles while his wonderful prick raced in and out of her hot
vagina.
"Like this?" she asked.
"That's it, Kathy. Now we're fucking!"
"Yes! OOOOooohhh!! Yes, fuck me, Scott!" she cried urgently
when he ground his pelvis hard against her sensitive clitoris.
The fourteen-year-old girl's hips arched up from the floor so
that she was actually riding the forty-eight-year-old man's long,
hard, pumping prick. She countered his every stroke and felt her
skin quiver with delight.
There was still pain, but it was a delicious pain that
delighted her. Kathy Marsh was now a woman! She was no longer a
virgin, no longer a child. She was experiencing a man inside her
body and she was the equal of any woman in the whole world!
Even better, Kathy knew that Scott was very excited. She
could feel his heart pounding along the veins of his shaft that
slid in and out of her cunt. She could hear his heavy breathing
and she knew that he was close to climax. Instinctively, the young
girl knew that if she could excite and satisfy him, he would never
leave her.
She loved the way he fucked her! He was like an angry bull,
shoving his cock into her with all the strength of his body. She
delighted in the way he grunted each time he lunged his prick to
the depths of her womb. And the way his hairy chest ground against
her trembling nipples thrilled her.
"Fuck me! OH! OOOOoahh!! FUCK MEEEEE!!" the child cried as he
thrust his massive weapon in and out of her tight vagina.
Scott Nelson was gritting his teeth to keep from exploding on
each stroke inside the young girl's tight twat. She was the
tightest female he'd ever screwed. It felt like his cock was held
in a strong, grasping hand!
And the way she kept chanting, "Fuck me." Hearing a pretty
young girl like this beg for it was almost more than Scott could
take.
He looked down at her pretty, nubile young body and felt his
cock held inside her tight cunt and his balls roared for release!
She was so pretty-so young, innocent and pretty! Not innocent now,
he reminded himself as he kept stroking his prick inside her warm
box.
"OOoooohh!! I'm ... so... hot! Fuck me! Scott, fuck me!"
No, definitely not innocent now, Scott said to himself. But
was she ever truly innocent, he asked himself? Sex kittens like
Kathy are born that way, he told himself. They grew up waiting for
some man to unlock their box of passion. And the way that Kathy
was wiggling her ass and screwing her tight cunt up and down the
length of his aching cock left no doubt that her box was open now!
In her inexperience and innocence, Kathy was not holding back
or trying to pace herself. Each stroke of his lunging prick inside
her hot pussy sent the young girl one step higher on her newly
discovered ladder of passion.
"OOOoooohhhh!!!" Kathy cried as she felt her body begin to
quake.
This was Scott's signal for release and he humped her young
body hard.
Kathy felt his prick swell up inside her cunt. Then jets of
his hot cream began spurting inside her and triggered the young
girl's orgasm.
"AAAAAAaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!!" she screamed when her
body exploded with the force of a severe earthquake. Fireworks
burst inside her head and she clung to his pumping prick for dear
life as her body seemed to float on an incredible cloud of
passion.
Scott stroked his spurting cock inside her tight twat until
every last drop had been drained from his aching balls. His climax
had been as intense as he could ever remember having in his life.
When he came, even his toes curled.
When their passion was spent, the fourteen-year-old girl and
the forty-eight-year-old man stretched outside by side on the
floor to regain their strength.
Her youth evident, Kathy recovered rapidly. She reached over
and took the older man's now limp prick in her warm hand and began
fondling it.
"Scott?"
"Uhhuh," Scott responded.
"Did you mean it?" the young girl asked softly.
"What?"
"About ... about teaching Lisa sex."
Scott hesitated for a fraction of a second. He wanted to tell
her that he loved her and didn't want anyone else in the world,
but he knew he couldn't do that. He had to keep this on the
physical level.
"Sure," he replied. "Why, don't you want me to teach Lisa?"
"Sure," Kathy lied. "Why not? I just wanted to know if I
should tell her and ask her to join us. That's all."
"Sounds great to me."
"Okay," Kathy said, forcing her lips to smile instead of
pout. "Will we all have sex together?"
"Why not?" Scott replied. "That might be lots of fun."
"Okay," Kathy agreed. "I'll ask her tomorrow at school."
Scott Nelson was beginning to believe that Kathy was serious,
that she'd do it. The thought of balling two girls at the same
time made his pulse quicken. This was another of Scott's
fantasies. He'd dreamed of making with two girls for years. It was
his fantasy, Scott lived with two luscious sex machines, and they
had a three-way sex circus every night.
Kathy smiled when she felt the blood once again begin
pounding in his growing prick in her hand. It gave her a sense of
power over him and she liked that. He might teach Lisa sex, but
Kathy was sure that she could keep him for herself.
"Your cock is getting hard again," she said with a light
giggle.
"The way you play with it," Scott returned, "I'm not
surprised."
But Scott was surprised. He'd just balled her, fucked her for
all he was worth and really blew his nuts. Yet here he was getting
hard again already!
"Can we do more things?" Kathy asked, now stroking his prick
firmly in her little hand.
"Like what?" Scott chuckled.
"Anything!" Kathy said. "If I get it hard, will you put it in
my ass?"
Scott's balls churned with the young girl's suggestion.
"Sure," he responded. "Why don't you suck it a little,
Kathy?" he added.
At that moment the light in the work room went out and they
were in complete darkness.
"Shit!" Scott cursed.
"What ..."
"Shhh!" Scott warned as he heard footsteps on the cement walk
outside the door.
"Mister Nelson? You in there, Mister Nelson?" It was the
manager's voice again.
"Yes, Mister Wilson," Scott called in a loud voice. "What is
it this time?"
"Blew a fuse, Mister Nelson. I'll have it fixed in a few
minutes."
"Okay," Scott called. "I can't open the door now. I'm
developing some film."
"Get it fixed in a jiffy," the manager called back.
With a sigh, Scott pulled himself up and began searching for
his clothes in the dark. He whispered to Kathy to get dressed as
quickly as she could and slip out of the room.
Chapter 7
"Interesting, Scott. Very interesting," Harry Halliday
remarked as he examined the transparencies Scott had taken of
Kathy with the radio in her hands.
"Look, Harry," Scott said quickly, "I'm not going to pretend
this technique is easy or inexpensive. It will take several days
alone simply to set up the lighting, and as much as a day or two
of shooting to get what we want. The film itself costs an arm and
a leg, but I really think this will do everything we want."
"The expense, as long as it's within reason, doesn't bother
us, Scott," Harry commented. "I'll certainly admit that it's
different."
"Think of the prestige a catalogue built around this type of
photography will gain in your industry," Scott persisted. "You
won't have just another run-of-the-mill brochure. You'll have
something distinctive and unique, something that sets Merrill
apart from all of the others."
"You don't have to sell me, Scott," Harry chuckled. "I think
I'm pretty well sold on it right now."
"Great!"
"But hold on, Scott," Harry warned. "For something as unique
as this is, I'll have to have board approval."
"But you can handle that, can't you Harry?" Scott asked.
"Well, I think so," Harry replied slowly. "I've got a couple
of ultra-conservative board members to hurdle, though. What
worries me is that they'll probably have to see something like a
finished product to understand it. How much cost are we talking
about for you to set up and take some preliminary shots, Scott?"
"Preliminary shots?"
"Something I can show the board with our product and all,"
Harry explained. "This girl, by the way, is too young to use. She
looks all of eighteen or nineteen. That's not our market. We need
somebody in their thirties. Not old, mind you, but a little more
mature."
"Harry, to shoot preliminary photos is the same as shooting
the finals. The set-up time and all is the same."
"I understand," Harry said. "But what will it cost if you cut
corners here and there and give me something to show the board?"
Scott was a moment in replying.
"I'll be honest, Harry, I don't know what corners I can cut.
With luck, maybe the lighting can be set up in a day or a day-and-
a-half. And maybe I can get something worth looking at in four or
five hours of shooting. Look, this is a hip pocket estimate, but I
might be able to wiggle in with two thousand to twenty-five
hundred dollars."
"That's good enough for me, Scott. Get right on it and give
me something by Monday, if you can. Our regular board meeting is
Monday, and I'd like to present it then."
"Monday!?" Scott exclaimed. "My God, Harry, that gives me
four days!"
"Try."
"Okay, okay," Scott mumbled as his mind worked like a
computer on what he would need. "Look, I'll have to have a way to
get in here all weekend, if I need it."
"I'll assign you a security man with a key," Harry replied.
Scott spent several hours in the security room where the golf
cart was kept studying the best area to use for the actual
photography. Harry steadfastly refused to let him take the golf
cart outside, so Scott would have to create the illusion of a golf
course inside the building. Astroturf would do for grass. Four
pieces of sheet rock mounted on a two-by-four frame and taped and
bedded could serve as a background. An artist could splash some
trees and a fairway on the sheet rock. The quality of the art
wasn't critical because the green lights would give a hazy
illusion in the background, so an art student could throw that
together for him for a hundred and fifty, or two hundred bucks.
He wrote everything he would need on a list and then double-
checked himself before he climbed into his car and drove down to
the photographic supply house and ordered the materials he would
need. His next stop was a lumber yard where he ordered the wood
and sheet rock he would need and had it delivered to the Merrill
plant. After a brief talk with the manager of a building supply
company, Scott made a deal to rent enough Astroturf for a week.
It was after five when he arrived back at his apartment house
and as he walked around the swimming pool toward his apartment he
ran into Kathy. With the fourteen-year-old girl was a very
attractive woman and for a moment Scott thought that it might be
Kathy's friend, Lisa. Then he saw that Kathy's companion was a
woman in her thirties.
The woman was an older version of Kathy and the resemblance
was striking. She had Kathy's figure, hair, even the young girl's
face.
"Hi, Scott," Kathy greeted with a bright smile. "This is my
mother."
"Really?" Scott chuckled. "You two don't look a bit alike."
Sandra Marsh laughed and her entire face became radiant.
"Kathy tells me you've photographed her," Sandra said. "I've
heard so much about you in the past several days, Mr. Nelson, I'm
glad we finally met."
"Scott," Scott said. "Mr. Nelson was my father."
"Did the man like my photos, Scott?" Kathy asked eagerly.
"You bet he did, Kathy!" Scott replied. "Here, you can have
the whole set now. I'm assigned to work up some specs for him on
this technique."
"Can I model?" Kathy asked quickly, handing her mother the
transparencies.
"Say," Sandra exclaimed as she held the transparencies up to
the light to examine them, "these are quite good!"
"I wish you could, Kathy," Scott said softly. "After all, you
helped me sell the idea. But I'm afraid that they want somebody
older. You see, young people don't buy golf carts."
"They can't afford them," Sandra added with a laugh.
"You know, Missus Marsh," Scott commented as he studied
Kathy's mother's features carefully, "you would make a perfect
model."
"Sandra. If I'm to call you Scott, you'll have to call me
Sandra. I'm afraid I've never studied modeling, Scott."
"You wouldn't need to," Scott said quickly. "I think you'd be
perfect! Look, this first session is on speculation and I can't
pay anything, but if we use the shots, or if we get the green
light to go ahead with another series, I'll pay you a three
hundred dollars a day."
"Three hundred dollars a day! Wow! But honestly, Scott, I've
never done anything like this before. I don't think I could do it,
really. And how would I get off work?"
"Do you work on Saturday?" Scott asked. "That's when I intend
to shoot, if everything goes well. And, Sandra, this is important
to me, so you can be sure I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think
that you'd be perfect, believe me. You never know, it might launch
a new career for you."
"My, you really work fast, don't you?" Sandra commented.
"Does he ever!" Kathy said softly. Neither of the adults
heard her comment.
"Are you willing to gamble a weekend?" Scott asked with a
broad smile.
"Well ... heaven knows, the money would certainly come in
handy. Being a single parent isn't easy."
"Then it's settled," Scott said. "Look, Sandra, I'll want you
in a golf outfit. You pick it out and I'll buy it. Stay away from
solid white and be careful of greens and blues. A tartan plaid or
something like that. Everything around you is going to be shades
of green, just like the blue surrounding Kathy in those
transparencies."
"I'll show it to you before I buy it," Sandra laughed. "You
make the decision on the colors."
"Great!" Scott said.
"What about makeup?" Sandra asked.
"The fresh, outdoors look," Scott replied.
"Maybe I'd better try that right now and let you take a look.
Scott, be honest, do you really think I can do this?"
"Sandra, believe me, I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think
you'd be absolutely perfect! After all, I have a lot riding on
this job!"
"Okay, I'm game," Sandra laughed. "I'll put on what I think
is the fresh, outdoors look and let you take a look."
Sandra walked off toward her apartment and left Kathy
standing alone with Scott near the swimming pool.
"Kathy," Scott said, "I'm sorry I can't use you."
"It doesn't matter," Kathy lied. "And I'm glad you're going
to use Mom. She's so pretty, isn't she?"
"She certainly is," Scott agreed. "Now, I really have to get
to work, honey. I've got a million things to take care of."
"Can I help?"
"Not right now, honey, but I'll need your help tomorrow, if
your mother will let you work with me on the lights."
"Sure!" Kathy cried eagerly. "And, oh, I talked to Lisa at
school today. She's scared stiff, but she wants to learn. She'll
come over right after school on Monday. Her mother will be over in
Fort Worth Monday, and it's a perfect time."
"Kathy I'm going to be ..." Scott began. He was going to tell
her that he'd be too busy to play sex games with Lisa and her on
Monday, but then he remembered his fantasy about balling two girls
at the same time. Scott knew he might never get another chance
like this. "Okay, Monday is great. But up in my apartment, not
down in the shop."
"Swell!" Kathy said.
Chapter 8
Thursday and Friday were a merry-go-round of activity for
Scott. He built the backdrop of sheet rock by himself and set it
up. He briefed the art student from SMU on what he wanted and then
approved the charcoal sketches the student worked up.
Kathy arrived at the Merrill plant after school and, after a
fifteen-minute delay to get her cleaned through security, set to
work helping Scott lay the Astroturf and set up the lights.
They borrowed a black tarp from the factory and covered the
skylight. Then Kathy painted all of the windows black to darken
the room.
Harry Halliday visited the area several times and approved of
their progress. He ordered the plant electrician to set up an
independent source for Scott's lights and had several men help
Scott build a small platform to use for his cameras.
Kathy worked like a trouper both afternoons and Scott told
her how much he appreciated it. The fourteen-year-old girl glowed
with his praise.
When Sandra arrived Saturday morning, they had everything
almost ready.
"Where's Kathy?" Scott asked when Sandra arrived alone.
"She's furious, positively livid," Sandra replied with a
smile, "but she had to go on a field trip with her class at
school. She'd planned to cut it, and I didn't know about it until
her teacher called last night. I insisted she go."
"Well, we'll get along without her, but I want you to know
that she's been a real help in all of this."
"I'm glad to see her get out of that damned apartment,"
Sandra remarked. "But I think we'll have to be careful of the
crush she's developing on you, Scott."
Sandra delivered this with a light laugh, but Scott's heart
jumped to his throat. So Kathy's mother could see it!
"Of course, I can't say I blame her," Sandra added with a
bright smile. "But even in today's liberated world, I think she's
just a year or two too young for you."
Scott laughed, hoping his laughter would cover his interior
panic and nervousness.
"Say, you look absolutely smashing!" he remarked, changing
the subject.
Sandra had chosen a subdued tartan plaid skirt and vest with
an off-white blouse. It not only looked very elegant, it showed
off her attractive figure. A mature replica of her daughter,
Sandra was slender, had long, shapely legs, heavy, full and
pointed breasts, and an attractive face surrounded by light gold
hair.
"Thank you," Sandra returned with a smile. "I must admit that
I feel like Liza Dolittle, though."
"Liza Dolittle should have looked so good," Scott said.
"Thank you, Mister Higgins," Sandra laughed.
"Let's get started," Scott said. "Now, I warn you, Sandra,
that this is going to require all the patience you have. It will
be long, dull, boring work. So just relax in the golf cart while I
work on the lights."
"Say, it's a cute little thing, isn't it?" Sandra commented
as she walked up to the golf cart and climbed into the seat.
"It may look cute to you, Sandra," Scott replied with a
laugh, "but at this moment it's a monster to me."
Scott climbed up the ladder to his makeshift platform and
began studying the angle and the lightning with Sandra in place.
He had her change positions a half a dozen times until everything
began to shape up in his viewfinder.
"Lean forward just a bit. No, the other way," he called down.
"To be honest, I want your ... your breast to cover the dash."
"Do you want me topless?" Sandra laughed.
"I'd love it," Scott replied, "but it might detract from the
product."
"Gee, thanks," Sandra chuckled.
"Okay, relax now," Scott said. "I have to change about half
the lighting."
Scott climbed one ladder and then another, changing the angle
and intensity of the green lighting. After each change he had to
climb back to his platform and check the results in his
viewfinder.
"My, you really do work, don't you?" Sandra remarked as she
sat patiently watching him scurry up one ladder and then another.
"Only because I'm so stupid I can't do it right the first
time," Scott returned. "Just one more light and we'll have a
coffee break."
Scott made the adjustment and then checked his viewfinder. He
was moderately satisfied with what he saw. Sandra asked if she
could look through the camera to see what he had accomplished and
he had her climb up to the platform.
"Golly, it looks great!" she said. "I never realized there
was so much work involved in photography."
Scott was very much aware of Sandra's voluptuous body as she
brushed against him on the small platform. He couldn't get over
how much she was like her sexy daughter.
"What say we take a break?" Scott remarked. "I need a
breather."
"I'll bet you do!" Sandra laughed. "You're a working fool."
They climbed down and had a coke and chatted casually. Scott
found out that Sandra was thirty-three years old and that she
worked as a secretary for an insurance company. She had been
divorced and lived alone for ten years. She had been so bitter
over her experience with her husband, she had only begun dating
again about a year ago.
She told him how difficult it was for her to manage on her
salary and Scott said that he was certain she'd be paid for this
session.
Subtly, Sandra drew Scott out and learned about his long,
unhappy marriage, his work as an accountant, and his long dream of
becoming a successful commercial photographer. He explained that
this could be his big chance and he told her how anxious he was to
make it work for him.
Sandra Marsh was generally reserved around strange men, but
she somehow felt at ease with Scott. By the time they finished
their Cokes, she felt that they were old friends of long standing.
They talked so easily and Scott was so natural. He didn't try to
impress her like so many other men did, and Sandra liked that.
When they went back to work, Scott tackled the problem of the
background. The artist had created a reasonably realistic scene,
but Scott's lightning on the backdrop was too intense and
detracted from the reality.
Disconnecting that particular light solved the problem
immediately. The background faded into an impression, which was
what Scott wanted. Then he used the light to pick up the intensity
on the front of the golf cart.
At four in the afternoon, Sandra called out, "Hey, boss, I'm
tired! And I think the lights have ruined my makeup."
"I'm zapped myself," Scott admitted, climbing down from his
platform. "Maybe we'd better knock off for today and shoot in the
morning when we're both fresh."
"That sounds fine to me," Sandra sighed.
"I'm sorry it took so damned long," Scott commented as he
began turning the lights off. "I think I've got it about right
now, though."
"Don't apologize," Sandra laughed. "Just remember that you're
working with a rank novice."
The security guard helped them lock everything up and agreed
to meet them at the building at nine in the morning.
"And, boss, as long as you're not paying me yet," Sandra said
with a laugh as they walked out to the parking lot, "I'll let you
buy me dinner. I'm famished!"
"So am I," Scott laughed. "Hey! We forgot lunch!"
"Not 'we'," Sandra smiled. "'You'. I thought about it all
afternoon."
"Okay, I'll make it up to you now," Scott said. "How about
some Italian food? Know a good place?"
"The best. Jardee's," she replied. "Follow me."
Scott followed her through Dallas, wondering how she managed
to drive like she did without getting tickets. She zipped around
corners and raced down busy streets without concern, and he had
all he could do to keep up with her.
They sat smiling at each other across the small table in the
picturesque little Italian restaurant and drank a bottle of
Chianti with their delicious meal.
Sandra remarked about how relaxed they were with each other
and Scott said that they were two of a kind. They talked about
their past lives and their dreams for the future. Sandra told him
that she was certain that he would become a famous photographer.
Both of them were tired and the wine made them surrender to
pleasant, relaxing laughter. Scott held Sandra's arm as they
walked out of Jardee's. When they reached her car, Sandra turned
to face him. Scott knew that she would not resist being kissed,
but for some reason he could not take her in his arms at that
moment.
Kathy joined them at Merrill's plant in the morning and after
a few minor adjustments to the lights they began the serious
business of shooting the photographs. After two shots, Sandra had
to adjust her makeup. The heat of the lights was causing her to
perspire and Kathy remained close with paper towels.
Scott posed Sandra in a variety of positions and with
different expressions. Sandra was a willing student and performed
patiently while he snapped a total of forty exposures of her.
Shortly before noon, Scott snapped the final photo. He had
intended to develop them that afternoon, but after the way both
Kathy and Sandra had worked he didn't have the heart to dismiss
them so quickly.
"Time for a treat," he announced as he began turning off the
lights. "I'm taking the three of us to Six Flags Over Texas."
Kathy squealed with delight and Sandra smiled. They drove
back to the apartment and the girls changed while Scott stored the
exposed rolls of film in his refrigerator. Then they drove to the
popular amusement park in Fort Worth and spent the afternoon
enjoying the exhibits and rides.
Sandra relaxed and had as much fun as her fourteen-year-old
daughter. Their favorite was the ride over the waterfall in the
hollowed-out-log. Kathy insisted they go down the river three
times.
For dinner, they ate hot dogs and french-fried potatoes and
finished with spun sugar. It was almost ten o'clock when they
arrived back at the apartment house. Having all she could do to
stifle her yawns, Sandra thanked Scott from the bottom of her
heart for one of the best days she'd had in years.
* * *
The next morning Scott was in his makeshift lab by eight
o'clock. He changed the chemicals and set the temperature on the
machine and then crossed his fingers as he loaded the rolls.
Thirty minutes later, Scott Nelson's face broke into a beaming
smile as he examined the transparencies.
Sandra had moved in several, blurring the image, and there
were some obviously bad angles, but at least a dozen of the photos
were excellent. Scott whistled happily as he dried them, cut them
into separate slides and slipped them into cellophane sleeves.
Whether these pleased Merrill or not, Scott knew that he had
turned out some top photography that only a handful of
photographers in the country could equal. He hummed happily all
the way down to Harry Halliday's office.
"My God, Scott!" Harry exclaimed as he looked at the
transparencies. "These are fantastic! They're better than I even
imagined they'd be!"
"I'm not going to play humble for you, Harry," Scott laughed.
"They're great! Damned few photographers could hand you something
like that."
"Wait until the board sees these!" Harry beamed.
"When's the meeting?"
"Tonight," Harry replied. "And I strongly suspect that I'll
have some good news for you in the morning."
"I certainly hope so," Harry laughed.
"Leave it to me, Scott. And, once again, your work is nothing
less than fantastic!"
Scott basked in Harry's praise as he drove back to his
apartment house. His life was on the verge of the big change he'd
dreamed of!
Chapter 9
Scott parked his car and began walking toward his apartment.
He was so jubilant about Harry's unrestrained reaction to the
photos, he didn't notice the two girls until he was almost upon
them.
Kathy Marsh was standing beside the pool with another girl.
The other girl was close to Kathy's age, but appeared younger. She
was Kathy's height, but a good deal more plump.
Scott remembered Kathy's promise for Monday afternoon and
knew immediately that this was Kathy's friend, Lisa. Lisa had jet
black hair that fell in gentle waves below her shoulders. Her face
was pump, yet very pretty in a Latin or Italian fashion. She had
olive skin and flashing green eyes.
As he walked up to the girls, Scott realized that Lisa's
fullness of body was in reality nothing more than a pleasing
plumpness. Her waist was thicker than Kathy's and her hips a good
deal more full and rounded. Lisa's chest was not nearly as
developed as Kathy's. Her breasts were small and round, but she
certainly had promise of being a beautiful woman.
"Hi, Scott," Kathy greeted. "This is my friend, Lisa."
"Hi, Lisa," Scott greeted with a broad smile.
The reason the young girl was there piqued Scott's mind and
made his pulse quicken. He could feel a definite stirring in his
balls as he looked at the lovely child.
"Hello," Lisa said a little shyly.
Trying to appear casual and relaxed, Scott glanced around to
make certain that the apartment house was completely deserted as
usual. He saw no signs of life and smiled at the two young girls.
"Hey, I've got some cokes in the refrigerator," Scott
remarked. "What say we have one?"
He turned and began walking toward his apartment. Kathy took
a step to follow him, then noticed the indecision on her friend's
part.
"Well?" Kathy said in a soft voice.
"Okay," Lisa replied with a sigh. Lisa Staten was very unsure
of herself at this moment. To herself, she admitted that she was
scared to death, but she would never let Kathy know this. Lisa was
thirteen and had been raised in a very strict home. She had the
normal yearnings of a young girl and she enjoyed discussing these
with her girl friends. But now she was being forced to face
reality and she didn't know if she could go through with it.
Lisa had to admit that Kathy was right about Scott, he was a
handsome, sexy man. And he was so relaxed and confident! But then,
so was Kathy.
Compromising by taking the situation one step at a time, Lisa
fell into step with Kathy and followed the older man to his
apartment. She'd have a Coke with them and then see how she felt.
Scott Nelson was much more nervous than he allowed to show.
Alarm bells rang incessantly in his conscience. Balling these two
young girls was the most dangerous thing he'd ever done in his
life! He was within several years of being old enough to be their
grandfather, for Christ's sake! And what society would do to him
if it ever got out! Even if the girls were one hundred percent
willing, he was guilty of statutory rape.
The forty-eight-year-old man knew all of this as he opened
his front door and ushered the two young girls inside. Yet his
life-long fantasy of balling two young girls seemed to override
every caution signal in his mind. He was like an alcoholic
grasping for the drink that just might kill him, he couldn't seem
to control himself. Scott locked the door behind him and quickly
closed the Venetian blinds in the small living room.
Lisa envied Kathy as the three of them sat on Scott's sofa
drinking cokes and chatting. Kathy was so relaxed and at ease!
Lisa answered Scott's questions and laughed at several of Kathy's
jokes. She was beginning to feel a little more confident of
herself as she became used to the older man. She noticed his eyes
dart to her breasts now and then and this made the young girl
tingle with a strange excitement.
"I'm feeling sexy," Kathy suddenly announced with a giggle as
she stood up to begin taking her clothes off.
"Kathy ... I ..." Lisa stammered with a bright red flush
touching her cheeks.
"Look, Lisa," Kathy said softly, "I told you that you didn't
have to do anything if you don't want."
"That's right," Scott added quickly. "We certainly don't want
Lisa to do anything she doesn't want to do."
"If you're chicken," Kathy said with a certain amount of
childish triumph in her voice, "you can just watch us. Isn't that
right, Scott?"
"Well," Scott replied a little uncomfortably, "maybe watching
us would embarrass Lisa."
"It's ... it's not that!" Lisa stammered, her blush
deepening. "I ... I want to. I mean, well, I want to ... to do
things ... but I'm ... I'm..."
"Scared," Kathy added with a giggle.
"I am not scared!" Lisa snapped.
"You said you wanted Scott to teach you all about sex," Kathy
remarked with a broad smile as she stepped out of her miniskirt
and stood stark naked in front of the couch.
"I do!" Lisa insisted, her stomach churning like a cement
mixer.
"Then take off your clothes and let's have fun!" Kathy
persisted.
"Look, Lisa," Scott said in a calm voice, "you don't have to
do anything you don't want to do. If you're frightened or
embarrassed, then it would be better..."
"I'm not! And I want to!" Lisa forced herself to snap. She
stood up quickly and began taking off her clothes. She was scared
to death, but she'd die rather than let either of them know it.
Scott felt his balls tighten as he watched the plump young
girl quickly undress. When she unhooked her bra and slipped it off
her shoulders, Scott felt the swollen head of his dick jab against
his slacks. Lisa's tits were small and not yet developed, yet they
were like ripe little mounds resting on her chest.
Then Scott's eyes dropped to the fourteen-year-old girl's
crotch as she pulled her panties down her ample thighs. Her pubic
mound jutted out beneath her abdomen. She had just the beginnings
of a sparse growth of pubic hair around the edges of her slit and
the lips of her young cunt were an alluring pink.
"Will you lick my cunt, Scott?" Kathy giggled.
"Sure," Scott replied, suppressing a smile when he saw Lisa's
young cheeks blush a bright red.
Scott stood up and quickly pulled off his shirt and dropped
his pants and shorts. He kicked off his loafers and stepped out of
his pants. When he saw the shocked, awed expression on young
Lisa's face as she stared at his long, thick, rigid cock, Scott
was unable to suppress a smile. Lisa's pretty young mouth was
gaping and her eyes had grown to the size of saucers. It was
obviously the young teenager's first glimpse of a man's prick!
Kathy plopped down on the couch and spread her legs wide
apart. She reached down with her small fingers and spread the lips
of her already aroused pussy. Kathy had thought that she'd resent
having Lisa with them, but she realized now that it was strangely
stimulating to have her friend watching.
"Lick my cunt, Scott. I'm hot already!" Kathy said.
Scott knew that Kathy was putting on a show for her girl
friend and he found it both amusing and stimulating. Kathy was the
most uninhibited female he'd ever known!
The forty-eight-year-old man dropped to his knees on the
carpet between the fourteen-year-old girl's thighs. He glanced up
at the embarrassed but fascinated thirteen-year-old Lisa, then
directed his attention to Kathy's waiting, luscious pussy. Leaning
forward, Scott placed his mouth on Kathy's sex and began teasing
her with his tongue.
"OOOooahhh!!" Kathy moaned. "That feels so good! Oh, yes!
OOOooohhh!! LICK IT, Scott darling!"
It was all Scott could do to keep from laughing at Kathy's
exaggerated little show! She was being so dramatic! Deciding that
he would teach her a small lesson, Scott placed his tongue on the
child's erect and quivering little clitoris and began massaging
her rapidly and firmly.
"Hey! Oh, WOW! AAAaaahhh!!" Kathy moaned when she felt his
intense attack on her secret button. She lost all consciousness of
her friend and concentrated on the magic he was performing between
the lips of her hot pussy.
"What ... what does it feel like?" Lisa heard herself ask in
an awed voice as she watched her friend writhe beneath the older
man's kisses between her legs.
"Like heaven!" Kathy gasped. "OH! Oooooohhh!"
Lisa was still nervous and uncomfortable, but watching her
friend with the older man was sending urgent signals racing
through her innocent young body. She could feel an exciting,
demanding itch between her legs and her nipples were tingling.
Lisa sat down on the couch close to Kathy and watched Scott lick
her sex. Her eyes were glued to her friend's crotch and Scott's
flicking pink tongue.
Scott concentrated his oral caresses on Kathy's trembling
clitoris. He felt her thighs shake as she wiggled her tail on the
couch and the older man knew that the young girl was very close.
Kathy had been aroused since she took her clothes off. She
found this the most exciting thing she had done in sex, having her
friend watching. And Scott's flicking tongue on her sensitive
button was driving her wild! She placed her hands on top of
Scott's bobbing head and ground her hips to press her cunt firmly
against his handsome face.
"OH, SCOTT!" she cried. "OOOooohhh!! That's so good! I'm ...
I'M COMMIINNG!!!!"
Scott smiled when he felt Kathy's body begin quaking as her
orgasm shot through her. He kept licking her slit until she
finally stopped moaning.
"How was that?" Scott asked with a broad smile.
"Like ... like super!" Kathy gasped. "Do it to Lisa, Scott!
Please! Lick Lisa's cunt, Scott!" Kathy insisted.
"Would you like that, Lisa?" Scott asked softly, looking up
at the thirteen-year-old girl sitting beside Kathy on the couch.
"I ... I..."
"Please, Scott!" Kathy persisted. "Lick Lisa's cunt."
"Well, Lisa?" Scott asked.
"I ... I ... Well, I mean..."
"Would you like me to kiss your pussy, Lisa?" Scott said
quietly.
"I ... yes!" Lisa finally managed to blurt out as her cheeks
turned crimson.
"Then spread your legs, Lisa," Scott said kindly as he
crawled from between Kathy's firm thighs and knelt between Lisa's
plump legs.
Scott saw the child's knees tremble as she inched her full
thighs apart. He placed his hands on her knees and pressed outward
until he was staring directly into her vaginal twat. Scott smiled
when he saw that her face was bright red as she watched him lean
forward.
"His tongue will flip you out," Kathy said to her friend as
she watched Scott bring his mouth to Lisa's sex.
Scott inhaled the exciting fragrance of the child's virginal
pussy as he darted his tongue out and dipped the tip between her
already moist cunt lips. Flattening his tongue, the older man
lapped the entire length of the plump girl's crack. The tip of his
tongue caressed the girl's asshole and the opening to her virginal
vagina before seeking out and massaging her clitoris.
"OH! OHHHHH! OOOooohhh!!!" Lisa moaned.
"Isn't that super?" Kathy said.
"OH! Aaaaaahhh!!" Lisa gasped. It was like she had been
suddenly plugged into a pleasure machine! She could feel ripples
of passion sweeping through her body as the man rubbed his tongue
back and forth across that sensitive place in her pussy. The place
between her legs was burning so she thought that she had to pee!
"Your nipples are bigger than mine," Kathy commented,
casually reaching over to touch her friend's erect buds.
"Oooooohhh! That ... that feels so ... good!" Lisa cried, her
young head now swaying from side to side as her passion engulfed
her body.
Kathy smiled and began rubbing Lisa's hard nipple between her
fingers. She could feel her friend's breast quiver at her touch
and this excited Kathy. Leaning over to bring her face to Lisa's
heaving chest, Kathy opened her mouth and quickly caught one of
the younger girl's nipples between her lips to begin licking it
firmly while Scott licked her cunt.
Scott's balls were clanging like fireballs! He glanced up to
see Kathy sucking Lisa's tit and felt his cock almost explode! He
loved the taste of the young virgin's sex in his mouth and the way
she moaned to his every lap excited the hell out of him!
"OH! I ... I ... I can't ... OOOooohhh!!" Lisa cried as her
body began to quake. "AAAaaiiee!!!"
The force that gripped her body and seemed to toss her about
like a leaf in a windstorm surprised the innocent young girl. She
dug her fingernails into the material of the cushion on the sofa
and felt the tears of joy begin flowing from her young eyes. She
had rubbed between her legs several times and enjoyed her hand,
but it had never been anything like this!
Lisa continued moaning with pleasure as her body went through
quake after quake. Then she could take no more!
"Oh, stop!" she cried. "Please, stop!"
She had to make both of them take their loving mouths away
from her exhausted flesh, and even then it seemed like an eternity
to the young girl before her breathing returned to normal.
"Wasn't that super, Lisa?" Kathy demanded breathlessly. "Oh,
yes!" Lisa sighed.
Scott smiled as he pulled himself up to a standing position.
"Oh, look at Scott's cock!" Kathy exclaimed. "It's as hard as
a rock, and I'll bet it's good and hot, isn't it, Scott?"
"You can find out for yourself, Kathy," Scott chuckled.
"You see, Lisa," Kathy began in a somewhat exaggerated
instructional tone of voice, "after the man eats you off like
that, you should suck his cock."
Lisa watched her friend reach out and take the older man's
immense prick in her hands.
"But ... I ... I don't know how," Lisa said quietly.
"Just watch me," Kathy said very maturely. "I'll show you
how."
Lisa watched with fascinated eyes as her friend leaned
forward to bring her mouth to the man's thick pole. She saw
Kathy's tongue dart out between her lips to lick the swollen head.
Then Kathy pursed her young lips and slid them gently around the
huge bulb at the end of the man's thick shaft.
As Lisa watched, Scott's cock slowly disappeared inside
Kathy's mouth. The thirteen-year-old girl didn't see how Kathy
could take that huge organ in her mouth! It was almost as big and
thick as Kathy's arm! Yet Kathy moved her lips up and down his
thick shaft as if she was eating a delicious ice cream bar!
"Try it!" Kathy insisted, guiding Scott's surging, throbbing
prick with her hand toward her friend's face.
"Kathy ... I ..."
"Try it!" Kathy cried. "It's fun!"
Scott thought he was going to explode in Kathy's hand as he
stood before the two young girls and watched them handle and
fondle his aching dick! He saw the frightened expression on Lisa's
innocent young face as Kathy jabbed his hard prick against the
young girl's lips and his balls roared with desire.
Lisa had to force herself to part her lips as her friend
brought the man's giant penis to her mouth. Then she remembered
the fantastic pleasure he had given her a few moments before and
she told herself that she had to learn how to please a man the way
he pleased her.
"Lick it first," Kathy giggled, holding Scott's throbbing
cock at Lisa's mouth.
The frightened thirteen-year-old girl forced her tongue
between her lips and brought the tip to the swollen bulb at the
end of the forty-eight-year-old man's long, thick shaft. A heavy
flavor of salt exploded on her taste buds the moment she touched
his prick with her tongue, and for a moment the young girl thought
she was going to gag.
Then Kathy jabbed the swollen head of Scott's cock against
her friend's teeth.
"Now take it in your mouth and suck on it," Kathy said.
Lisa forced her jaws wide apart and slid her lips around the
thick head of the older man's hard prick. The weight of his hot
meat compressed her tongue as she moved her head forward to take
him into her throat the way she had seen Kathy do it.
The thirteen-year-old girl could feel his heart beating along
the thick veins that ran like ropes around his thick trunk. His
cock was so large it was uncomfortable in her mouth, yet the
innocent young virgin found it also terribly exciting! She could
feel her juices beginning to flow in her slit again as she moved
her lips up and down the length of his prick.
"Faster. Suck it faster!" Kathy urged. "Oh, here, let me show
you!"
Kathy pulled Scott's cock out of Lisa's mouth and quickly
captured it between her lips. She bobbed her head rapidly, sending
his swollen, throbbing organ in and out of her warm mouth like an
out-of-control piston.
Scott Nelson was so hot he couldn't stand it. Watching the
two young girls taking turns on sucking his aching cock was one of
the most exciting things he'd ever done! The forty-eight-year-old
man knew that he was going to pop his nuts in Kathy's hot young
mouth if he didn't do something fast!
"Christ, that's good!" he cried. "Who's ready to be fucked?"
"I am!" Kathy cried quickly as she let his hard, surging cock
slip out of her mouth.
"What about you, Lisa?" Scott asked. "After all, you're our
guest."
"Fuck us both!" Kathy cried.
"Okay," Scott said. "Both of you stand up and bend over the
back of the couch."
"Wow!" Kathy cried excitedly. "We haven't done it like this
before!"
Lisa followed Kathy around to the back of the sofa and bent
over so that the back of the couch was pressed against her tummy.
She was too embarrassed to say anything. Watching Kathy suck the
man's cock and having it in her own mouth had aroused her so that
her virginal slit was sopping wet with excitement.
Lisa was afraid. She knew that she was about to lose her
virginity and that the man would probably hurt her. Just the
thought of having his huge prick inside her vagina made her
tremble with fright, but the young girl was determined to do
everything Kathy did. She moved her legs apart and waited.
Forty-eight-year-old Scott Nelson stood behind the two young
girls doubled over the couch and almost came in his hand as he
stroked himself while he gazed hungrily at their luscious little
bottoms.
Both young girls had their legs spread apart and he could see
every delicious inch of their cracks. His eyes feasted on their
puckered little assholes, then moved down to the red holes that
served as the entrance to their wombs. What man had ever been this
lucky? he asked himself.
Holding his cock in his hand, Scott moved forward and brought
the swollen head to Kathy's hole. He'd shove it up her first to
get it good and wet, then fuck the hell out of her friend!
"OOOooohhh!!!" Kathy cried when she felt her vagina suddenly
stuffed with Scott's huge, trembling prick. He shoved it all the
way in her with one hard lunge that sent waves of passion sweeping
through the child's aroused body.
"Does it feel ... does it feel good?" Lisa asked, looking
into Kathy's eyes as the both leaned over the couch.
"Good!" Kathy gasped. "OOOooohhh! God, it feels so good I can
hardly stand it!"
Scott rammed his aching prick in and out of Kathy's tight
twat like a plunger. When he felt his balls threaten to explode,
the older man quickly slid his cock out of the little girl's hot
hole and moved over to stand directly behind Lisa's plump ass.
"Are you ready to be fucked, Lisa?" Scott asked as he guided
his aching dick between her full cheeks and brought the head to
her wet slit. He moved the head of his cock over her clitoris and
felt the little virgin tremble with excitement.
"Yes," she said in a small voice, her body quivering at his
touch.
Lisa trembled when she felt the hard knob pressed against her
hole, but she didn't have time to tense her muscles.
"AAAaarrgh!!!" the thirteen-year-old girl screamed when the
forty-eight-year-old man cruelly shoved his cock deep into her
vagina with one long, hard thrust that ruptured her hymen. The
pain was so intense she thought that she was going to die!
"It'll only hurt for a minute, Lisa," Kathy said a little
impatiently as her friend cried and screamed. "Honest!"
"I ... OW! I can't ... I can't take it!" Lisa screamed. "Stop
it! You're hurting meeeeeeee!!"
Scott ignored the young virgin's cries and rammed his hard
cock to the very depths of her hot womb. Lisa was even tighter
than Kathy, and Scott's cock felt like it was caught in a milking
machine as he pumped it in and out of her quaking virgin sleeve.
For what seemed like an eternity to the young child, Lisa
fought against incredible pain. Then it slowly began to fade away
as a new sensation swept through her innocent body. The pain was
still there as he rammed his hard pole deep into her body, but now
there was a new, exciting feeling that overpowered everything.
"Fuck her, Scott!" Kathy exclaimed as she straightened up and
watched Scott shove his long, hard prick up her girl friend's
cunt. Just watching him fuck the other girl excited Kathy! She
moved behind his pumping hips and reached down to grasp his heavy,
swaying, churning balls in her warm hands to begin fondling them.
"Fuck her, Scott!"
Scott felt Kathy's hands grab his hot nuts and it was all he
could do to keep from coming at that instant! He gritted his teeth
and gripped the plump young girl's waist firmly in his hands as he
pumped his hard prick in and out of her tight hole.
At this moment, Sandra Marsh arrived home from work. She was
early because her boss had to leave town and had given her the
rest of the day off. Sandra walked into her apartment and was
surprised to find that Kathy wasn't home. She decided that her
daughter was probably down in Scott Nelson's photo lab and Sandra
walked down to the old storage room.
When she found the storage room empty, Sandra went over to
Scott's apartment to ask him if he'd seen Kathy. She was about to
knock on Scott's door when sounds from inside the apartment made
her stop.
Sandra heard the voice of a young girl moaning and squealing
with delight. It did not take an expert to know that the girl was
in the throes of sexual passion.
"Fuck me, Scott. Please, now, fuck me!"
Sandra's heart sank when she recognized her daughter's voice
pleading with the older man. Sandra surprised herself when she did
not experience anger. She had suspected for several days that
there might be something going on between Scott and her fourteen-
year-old daughter. Kathy was already on the Pill, so Sandra did
not have that worry to hang over her head thank god!
"I want your hard cock IN me, Scott!"
Sandra sighed when she heard her daughter's pleading voice.
She was, of course, disappointed. Sandra had been growing quite
fond of Scott and had been wondering if there might just be
something there. At the same time, Sandra was glad that Kathy was
learning from a decent, experienced man rather than being banged
around in the backseat of one car after another the way she had in
school.
"OOOooahhh!!!"
Kathy's cry of joy told her mother what was happening. Sandra
could see Scott's prick sliding into her daughter's body and the
vision made her body tingle. With a sigh, Sandra Marsh walked
quietly away from Scott's door and headed for her own apartment.
Inside Scott's apartment, Kathy was once again doubled over
the couch. Scott was behind her and had his long, hard cock buried
in hot cunt.
Lisa was still bent over the couch. Her chest was heaving and
her lungs were fighting for oxygen. She could feel the man's sperm
oozing out of her hole and dripping down her quivering thighs. He
had exploded inside her just seconds before her orgasm had hit her
like a tidal wave. All the thirteen-year-old girl could remember
was the feeling of his hot sperm splashing into her vagina like a
fire-hose. Her orgasm had been so intense she had blacked out for
a moment.
When she regained her senses, Lisa found that his cock was no
longer stuffing her tight vagina. She opened her eyes to see him
mounting Kathy from behind and she watched the man shove his huge
prick up her friend's pussy.
"Harder, Scott, HARDER!" Kathy squealed. "Fuck me HARDER!"
Scott Nelson found it incredible that his cock was still hot
and hard after the ball-draining climax he'd had with young Lisa,
but he didn't question the pleasure he was receiving from these
two young girls.
He held on to Kathy's slender waist and sent his cock lunging
to the depths of her hot young cunt.
Kathy was beside herself! Watching Scott fuck her friend,
Lisa, had really turned her on. And holding his balls in her hand
while they pumped their load into Lisa's body had been so much
fun!
How the fourteen-year-old girl loved to feel the forty-eight-
year-old man's hard prick inside her! She felt like she was riding
a wild horse!
"OOOooahhh! OH, SCOTT! I'm ready. I'M READY! Now! NOW!
AAAaaiiee!!!"
When the muscles in Kathy's vagina contracted with her
orgasm, Scott felt his balls once again send out a load. He dug
his cock to the depths of the child's womb and let go. This time,
his orgasm stung a little. His balls contracted almost painfully
as they struggled to fulfill their function.
The thought crossed the older man's mind that two young girls
like this could kill a man. But what a way to die! he sighed to
himself.
Chapter 10
Scott was on his sixth cup of black coffee when the phone
rang. After a virtually sleepless night punctuated with restless
pacing about his apartment and energetic tossing in the bed, his
nerves were on edge. The shrill ringing of the telephone made his
hand shake.
He picked the instrument up and listened to Harry Halliday's
secretary rattle off two short sentences. He was to be in Harry's
office at eleven o'clock and Mr. Halliday wondered if he'd mind
wearing a suit and a tie.
A suit and tie? What the hell was it with Harry? Harry, knew
that Scott was passionately dedicated to casual wear. He thanked
the secretary and told her to tell Harry that he'd stop at the
Salvation Army on the way down to pick up a tie.
Scott Nelson was not nearly as flip as he wanted to sound.
Someone knew that he'd balled the two young girls. Scott was
positive of that. When the girls had left the afternoon before,
Scott had seen them to the door. Just outside his door he found a
handkerchief and a pack of matches on the hall floor. They hadn't
been there when he had taken the girls into the apartment.
All night long his thoughts alternated between what would
happen if he was exposed and the glorious things the three of them
had done together. One moment he saw himself wrapped in a straight
jacket and locked in a psycho ward of a prison, and the next he
was reliving the way Kathy had played with his balls while he
fucked her thirteen-year-old girl friend.
At some point in the middle of the night Scott was suddenly
convinced that the board of directors at Merrill would hate his
work and tell Harry to get rid of him. From this his thoughts
progressed to the fact that he was washed up and would have to go
back to pushing a pencil over sheet after sheet of accounting
paper.
A suit and tie, for Christ's sake! Were they fattening him up
for the kill?
He arrived at the Merrill plant at five minutes to eleven and
was ushered into Harry's office at eleven on the dot.
"Thanks for breaking your schedule to come in, Scott," Harry
said with extended hand.
"Breaking my schedule?"
A flick of Harry eyes told Scott that they weren't alone and
Scott saw the elderly, portly man sitting in the corner. The man
looked like something from an advertisement in Esquire.
"Scott, let me introduce Martin Stachdt," Harry said.
"Mister Stachdt," Scott said, offering his hand as the older
man rose and crossed the room.
"Mister Nelson."
"Martin is a member of our board, Scott," Harry said as he
crossed back to sit behind his desk. "And he is also president of
Stachdt Industries."
"Mister Nelson probably knows us better by our brand name,
Harry," Martin Stachdt remarked. "My company produces the
Hurricane line of boats, skis and sporting goods."
"Oh!" Scott replied, properly impressed. Hurricane was one of
the largest companies in the country and the Hurricane building
dominated the Dallas skyline.
"By the way, Scott," Harry said, "did Charlene tell you how
much the board liked the photos?"
"Charlene told me to be here at eleven, wearing a suit and
tie," Scott returned with a laugh.
"Well, the board flipped over the samples I showed them,"
Harry said with a smile, "and they authorized me to go ahead full
steam for the catalogue."
"Great!" Scott said as casually as he could. His heart was
pounding in his throat with relief. "I hope you got a decent
budget, Harry. Working those trial shots on that shoestring damned
near killed me!"
"Don't worry," Harry laughed, "they gave us a virtually
unlimited budget. Within reason, of course."
"Have I ever been unreasonable?" Scott laughed.
"Never," Harry replied. "The reason I asked you to come in at
eleven, Scott, was that Martin wanted to meet you and talk to you.
Martin has a very interesting proposal for you, but let me remind
you, before he starts, that Merrill comes first on your schedule."
"Mister Nelson," Martin Stachdt began, picking up the thread
from Harry Halliday, "I'll begin by saying that your work hit me
between the eyes when I saw it last night. It's new, innovative,
attractive and I think it has more class than anything I've seen
in years."
"Well, thank you," Scott replied, basking in the praise and
wondering what in the hell was coming next.
"I gave the matter a lot of thought last night, Mister
Nelson, and I want you to do some work for my company. Now, before
you start talking about your schedule, let me say that I'm sure
you're well booked. A man of your talent and imagination never
lacks work. I realize that. And I realize that Harry was damned
lucky the day he happened to run into you downtown."
"The answer to our prayers," Harry commented.
"So," Stachdt continued before Scott could speak, "I want you
to know that what I have in mind isn't a small project you can
work in between other assignments."
"Just what is it you have in mind, Mister Stachdt?" Scott
asked. He was tempted to call him Martin, but you didn't call men
worth what this man was worth by their first name the first time
you met them.
"I want you to do the catalogue for every division of my
company and then a general catalogue for the whole company,"
Martin Stachdt said. "We have five manufacturing divisions and
thirteen sales companies. At last count our consumer products
number some thirty-one different lines."
"Mister Stachdt," Scott gasped, "you're talking about
something that will take over a year to ..."
"I know what I'm talking about, Nelson," Martin Stachdt
laughed. "I'm talking about one hell of an expensive project, but
it's something I've felt needed doing for some time. And I don't
want those yes-men over at the advertising agency involved. I want
the kind of imagination I saw in your work."
"But..." Scott began.
"And I know that you have to be paid, Nelson. Now, Harry will
tell you that I usually get what I want, Mister Nelson. So let's
not waste time dickering. You've got some commitments. Break them.
I'll pay whatever penalties you incur. And I'll pay you time and a
half what you regularly charge. The photographer we use now
charges us six hundred and fifty a day. Will a thousand a day
cover your charge, Mister Nelson?"
"As you say, Mister Stachdt, you know how to get what you
want. That's plus materials, of course."
"Naturally. And, Nelson, I'd like to use that model you had
in the samples."
"Scott," Harry said quickly, "the board wants to use someone
a little older and perhaps not quite as pretty for our catalogue."
"Well," Martin Stachdt said with a laugh, "she's not too
pretty for us. How much would it cost to contract her for a year?
Would a hundred thousand cover it? I want you to make her our
Hurricane girl."
"Of course I can't speak for Missus Marsh," Scott replied
slowly, "but I think you're certainly in the ball park."
"Fine," Mr. Stachdt responded. "May I assume we have a deal,
then?"
"We have a deal, Mister Stachdt," Scott said, rising to shake
the older man's hand.
"Why don't you drop by my office after lunch? There'll be a
letter of intent waiting for you and a check. Shall we say an
advance of twenty thousand to cover any penalties you may incur?"
"That will be fine, Mister Stachdt," Scott replied, still
unable to believe that he wasn't dreaming.
He shook hands again with the industrialist. When Stachdt was
gone, Scott grasped Harry Halliday's hand warmly and thanked him
for all he had done. Harry waved his gratitude aside and sat down
with Scott to establish a schedule for the Merrill catalogue.
At noon the two men went out for a quick lunch, and after
lunch Scott drove down to the Hurricane building to pick up his
letter of intent and check, both of which were waiting for him.
Scott held and fondled the check before he finally drove over
to his bank and deposited it. How many days ago had her arrived in
Dallas wondering if he would have to give up his dream for a
career in photography? And last night hadn't he decided that he
was on the verge of having to go back to his accounting
profession? Then in a matter of a few short hours his entire life
had changed!
The Merrill assignment alone was enough to be thankful for,
and the Hurricane project was a photographer's dream. Not that it
would be easy. Scott knew he'd work for his money, but he was
guaranteed almost a year's work and at top dollar!
Scott arrived back at his apartment just before five and the
first thing he did was make out a check for Sandra Marsh in the
amount of two thousand dollars. It was a lot for two days work,
but he felt he owed it to her. He wouldn't be using her for the
Merrill work, yet she was instrumental in his getting the
contract. And then there was Kathy. He saw Sandra drive in to the
parking lot and he walked down to meet her at her apartment. There
was a confused, disturbed look on her face that bothered him, but
in his enthusiasm he let it go by.
"Hi!" he greeted. "Ready for some big news?"
"I ... Uh, I guess we should have a talk," Sandra said a
little uneasy.
"Wait until you hear my news," Scott beamed. "Oh, by the way,
I have something for you," he added, handing her the check as she
opened her door.
"Two thousand dollars!" Sandra exclaimed. "Oh Scott..."
"Sit down, Sandra," Scott said with a wide smile. "That's
only the beginning. Let me tell you what happened today."
As calmly as he could, Scott gave Sandra a blow-by-blow
description of his day. Her face dropped when he told her that
Merrill wanted somebody less pretty for their catalogue, but when
he told her of the Hurricane offer of a hundred thousand for a
year Sandra's mouth dropped open.
"So tonight, Sandra, you and I are going to celebrate!" Scott
concluded.
"A hundred thousand dollars!" Sandra exclaimed in awe.
"How about champagne and dinner at Cattleman's?" Scott
offered.
"Well ... Scott, we really need to talk..."
"Can't we talk over champagne and a thick steak at
Cattleman's?" he asked with a laugh.
Sandra finally relented and nodded her head. He told her to
change and he'd come back for her in half an hour. After the door
closed behind him, Sandra wondered how she would talk to him about
Kathy. What would she say? How should she handle it? The thought
of working with him for a year troubled her. Sandra was very
attracted to the handsome, easygoing man, and the thought of
modeling was exciting. But there was Kathy...
Kathy had called her at work and asked permission to stay
overnight with her friend, Lisa. Lisa was moving to Ft. Worth and
Kathy was going to help her pack.
Sandra sighed and went into her bedroom to change. Without
really thinking, she chose her sexiest long dress--the one
designed to be worn without a bra. Sandra had never worn it
because she thought it was too daring. She was fluffing up her
hair when she heard Scott's knock.
They drove out to Cattleman's and Scott told her that she was
absolutely ravishing. He meant it. Sandra was extremely attractive
and with her tits almost falling out of her gown she was very
sexy.
Scott ordered champagne and they toasted his success over a
shrimp cocktail. Sandra kept trying to think of a way to bring up
the situation with Kathy, but Scott's enthusiasm was hard to cut
through. By the time their two-inch filets arrived, Scott had
ordered a second bottle of champagne and they both felt very light
and gay.
When Scott asked her if she was going to accept the Hurricane
offer, Sandra giggled like a young girl and told him yes without
hesitation. They toasted her new career and Sandra Marsh was high
for the first time in a long, long while.
She looked across the table at Scott and asked herself why
the handsome bastard had to take Kathy! He was just the kind of
man she had dreamed about for so long!
"Wow, that coffee helped!" Scott remarked as he finished his
second cup. "I was flying high there for a while."
"I still am," Sandra commented with a laugh.
"Well, we deserve it!" Scott said, signaling for the check.
"What say we head back to earth now?"
Scott paid the bill and took Sandra's hand to lead her to his
car. As he opened the door for her, Scott had a clear view of
Sandra's heavy, firm tits and he felt his balls twitch with
desire.
They drove home in silence, both relaxed.
Chapter 11
Once she turned the key in her door, Sandra turned to Scott.
"Scott," she said, looking into his exciting eyes, "thanks
for a fantastic evening--not to mention a whole new life."
Scott smiled, gazing deeply into her eyes. Then he quickly
took her into his arms and crushed his lips against hers. To his
surprise, Sandra's arms flew around his neck and she returned his
kiss passionately. Her tongue slid into his mouth and probed
warmly.
The forty-eight-year-old man held the thirty-three-year-old
divorcee tight in his arms. Her lush body pressing against his
made his pulse quicken. He could feel her firm tits crushing
against his chest and he longed to cup them in his hands and kiss
them.
Could he ball both mother and daughter, Scott asked himself?
Was she turned on, or just grateful for the exciting things that
had happened to her? Scott dropped his hand to Sandra's full ass
and began caressing her firm cheeks.
Sandra could feel his hard growth pressing against her tummy,
and she knew it was wrong. When he began rubbing her bottom, she
threw caution away and wiggled against his hard-on. Why shouldn't
she have him if she wanted him? She hadn't had a man in almost a
year and her body yearned for fulfillment! And maybe she could
take him away from Kathy!
When she rubbed against his already rigid and straining cock,
Scott knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Holding her
tightly in his arms, he led her into her apartment and kicked the
door closed behind them. Without a word, he led her to her bedroom
and began undressing her.
"Scott ... I ... I'm terribly square about ... about sex,"
Sandra said haltingly as he unzipped her gown and helped her out
of it, "but I don't want to be! Be patient with me and teach me!"
Scott smiled in reply and gazed admiringly at her now nude
body. Sandra had the feminine roundness Kathy lacked, but aside
from that their bodies were very much alike. Sandra's tits were
larger and firmer than her fourteen-year-old daughter's. Both of
them had great sets! Sandra's waist was a little thicker than
Kathy's, and her hips were fuller. She had her daughter's long,
sculptured legs.
Where they differed was in the pubic hair covering their
cunts. Kathy's was pale blonde, the color of her hair, but
Sandra's was jet black and thick.
"You're gorgeous, Sandra!" he said with an appreciative sigh.
"As pretty, naked, as I am with my clothes on?" she asked
with a champagne giggle.
"Prettier!"
"How about you?" she giggled, walking up to him and boldly
reaching out to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
"Why don't you find out?" Scott laughed, letting her open his
fly and begin slipping his pants and shorts down.
"OH!" Sandra gasped when his long, thick cock suddenly jumped
out of his pants at her. It was the biggest prick she'd ever seen!
"Like?" Scott asked as he almost lost his balance trying to
step out of his pants and shorts while he pulled his coat and
shirt off.
"Yes," Sandra said with a tiny blush crossing her lovely
cheeks.
"Why don't you give me a little head?" Scott suggested.
"Head?"
"Suck my cock to warm it up," Scott chuckled.
"Scott ... I ... Well, I meant it when I said I was square
about sex. I ... I've never done that to a man," Sandra said in an
embarrassed voice.
"You said you wanted to learn," Scott replied, reaching out
to take her ripe tits in his hands and fondle them.
"I ... I do."
"Then kneel down and kiss it."
Reluctantly, Scott released her lovely tits and placed his
hands on her shoulders to gently press her to a kneeling position
in front of him.
Sandra found herself kneeling before him with his long, hard
penis sticking in her face. As she stared at the swollen head of
his cock, her entire sexual life seemed to flash before her.
She had been introduced to sex at the age of fifteen in what
amounted to rape in the backseat of a boy's car behind the school
gym. Six months later she gave in to another boy's demands and was
once again fucked in the cramped backseat of a car. On neither
occasion had Sandra enjoyed the sex act. She had, in fact, endured
it only because she had to.
Her next experience took place a year later when she was once
again laid in the backseat of a car. On none of these occasions
did Sandra take an active role in the sex act. She simply let the
boys pull her panties down and jab their hard pricks into her dry
vagina.
When she married Kathy's father, Sandra really thought that
she was in love. Her husband was impatient with her lack of both
experience and enthusiasm in sex and she tried her best to learn.
She had progressed to holding his cock in her hands and fondling
him when she found out that he was having an affair with another
girl.
After her divorce, Sandra shied away from men altogether. She
tried to live a sexless life and succeeded for a number of years.
Then her physical needs became too pressing and she began reading
books on sex. A book on female masturbation changed her life and
Sandra began satisfying herself almost daily. She bought and used
a number of devices--dildoes, vibrators, even a water device that
she became very fond of.
Reading had also broadened Sandra's attitude toward sex. She
realized that she had deprived herself of one of life's greatest
gifts. She also developed a strong desire to become a swinger and
experiment with every form of sex.
"Well?" Scott laughed.
Sandra looked up into his eyes and felt a delightfully warm
sensation surge through her body. She reached up and took his hard
cock in her hands. It was so warm, so warm and throbbing to her
touch.
The last man she had been with had wanted her to suck his
cock, but Sandra hadn't been able to bring herself to do it. She
simply didn't like him enough. Could she do it with Scott?
"Kiss it," Scott said softly.
Sandra took a deep breath and then leaned forward to bring
her lips to the swollen head at the tip of his trembling shaft.
She was going to do it, no matter what! Her lips brushed against
the hot flesh of his prick and she experienced a strong salty
flavor in her mouth.
She had read books on this and she knew what she was supposed
to do. Slipping her tongue between her lips, she forced herself to
begin licking his hot penis. Sandra was surprised to find that it
wasn't at all what she thought it would be like.
"Ummmmm!" Scott purred. "I like that!"
His words spurred her on and Sandra opened her mouth wide and
slid her lips around the balloon-like head of his cock. She felt
his meat depress her tongue as she drew his prick into her mouth
and his heart pounded along the thick veins that laced his shaft.
Scott's balls surged as he watched his aching cock disappear
into Sandra's pretty mouth. She was so gorgeous kneeling before
him naked, her firm tits bobbing as she drew his shaft into her
throat! He reached down and laced his fingers in her soft blonde
hair and slowly began fucking her mouth with gentle strokes.
Sandra had a tiny climax as he ran his cock in and out of her
mouth! She couldn't believe it, but it was so sexy she actually
came! Why had she been so stupidly square all of her life!?
Pressing her tongue, lips and cheeks firmly around his exciting,
throbbing shaft, she began sucking him as fast as she could.
"Hey!" Scott moaned. "HEY! Christ, here it comes!"
He hadn't been prepared for her sudden attack, and his balls
expanded and exploded before he could stop her!
Sandra was caught equally off guard. She was running her lips
up and down the length of his hard, quivering shaft when the head
suddenly expanded and then began shooting hot cream into her
mouth. She felt it splash against the roof of her throat and begin
trickling down to her tummy. Just the feeling of having her mouth
flooded with his hot cream triggered another climax in the thirty-
three-year-old divorcee.
"Uuuuummmm!!!!" she gurgled as she came and swallowed his
come at the same time.
"Did I do it right?" Sandra asked when she had at last
managed to suck his quaking cock dry in her throat.
"God, yes!" Scott sighed. "Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes!" she replied honestly. "I'd like to do it again!"
"First," Scott chuckled, "it's my turn to give you a good
licking."
"What?" she asked. Was he going to beat her?
"It's time for me to eat your cunt," Scott said, pulling her
to her feet and leading her to the bed. "Sit down, Sandra."
She found the language he used very exciting. Sandra lowered
herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and watched
him get down on his knees.
"Spread your legs, Sandra," Scott urged, placing his hands on
her knees and gently forcing her legs apart.
Although she had never experienced this, Sandra had read all
about cunnilingus. The idea both excited and repulsed her. Her ex-
husband had offered to do this to her, but she would never let
him. And she wasn't altogether sure she wanted Scott to kiss her
there.
Before she could say anything, Scott leaned forward and
brought his face up between her thighs. She started to-speak, but
her words stuck in her throat when she saw his pink tongue dart
out of his mouth and flick into her pussy.
"OOOooohhh!!!" she gasped when the tip of his tongue flicked
against her aroused and sensitive clitoris. Tiny electric darts of
passion swept through her body and she felt goosebumps break out
all over her flesh.
Scott smiled at the way her body responded instantly to his
oral caress of her crack. Like mother like daughter, he thought to
himself as he began licking her wet cunt. Why, she's every bit as
hot as Kathy.
"OH! Oh, Scott! AAAaaahhh!!!" Sandra gasped as he began
flicking his tongue back and forth across her sensitive clitoris.
The shock waves ripping through her body were far more intense
than anything she had ever produced with any of her devices!
She leaned back and rested her back on the mattress while his
electric tongue drove her wild! She hated herself for having
missed this all of her life! How delicious it was!
"No! Don't stop!" she cried when his tongue suddenly stopped
licking her.
"Do you like having your cunt eaten?" Scott asked quietly.
"Oh, yes!"
"Tell me!" Scott commanded.
He wanted her to say the words! Sandra had never used those
words in her life!
"Please!"
"Tell me."
"Please ... please lick my cunt!" she gasped at last.
The words coming from her mouth sent a strange thrill racing
down her spine.
"OOOooahhh!! Oh, God! Oh god, yes! OOOooohhh!! Yes, lick my
cunt!" she cried when his loving tongue once again began caressing
her crack and sent electric charges surging through her system.
And the way he did it! She felt the tip of his tongue circle
her asshole, then dip inside her vagina, and then race up her slit
to lap at her quivering bud! Sandra's head began flailing back and
forth across the mattress.
"Oh ... my ... God!" she murmured, her tongue lapping her
lips as he drove her crazy. "OOoohh!! I ... like ... that! Yes,
Scott, eat me! AAAaaiiee!!!"
Her orgasm crashed in on her without warning. She was very
hot, so hot she was panting for breath, then suddenly her entire
body seemed to explode into tiny pieces! She placed her hands on
either side of his flailing head and rode quake after quake that
erupted inside her.
Scott felt his balls churn as he licked her off. She was so
unrestrained and enthusiastic, like her daughter! And the way she
came. A light spray burst from her cunt to coat his face as she
writhed in the throes of her orgasm.
Sandra opened her eyes to find him standing beside the bed
staring down at her. She smiled, basking in the delicious
aftermath of the most satisfying orgasm she had ever had.
"Good?" he asked softly.
"Great!" she sighed.
Sandra reached up and took his once rigid cock in her hand.
"Did you like eating me off?" she asked.
"What you have in your hand should tell you," Scott laughed.
"It's so nice and hard again," she purred.
Pulling herself up until a sitting position, she guided it
lovingly to her mouth and began sucking it gently.
Scott watched her suck his cock for a long moment, his balls
surging with desire for the pretty divorcee. He took her hand and
gently brought it up between his legs so that she was cupping his
balls.
Sandra was amazed at the way she was responding with this
man! She was taking his hard cock in her mouth of her own free
volition. He hadn't asked her this time, or even suggested it. She
had done it spontaneously and enjoyed what she was doing!
"Christ, Sandra, I'm too hot for that!" Scott gasped when she
began running his aching dick in and out of her throat rapidly.
"Let's fuck!"
His language is so crude, she thought, and yet so very
exciting! Just his suggestion made her body tingle.
Her mouth formed a small pout when he pulled his throbbing
shaft from her lips, but she allowed him to push her back on the
mattress and climb between her legs.
Sandra surprised herself by reaching up and taking his thick
prick in her hands to guide it to her pussy. She had never been
either aggressive or active in sex and this was a new role for
her. She brought the swollen head of his penis to her cunt lips
and slowly began massaging her clitoris with it as if it was her
favorite vibrator.
"OH! AAaaaaaahh!!" she moaned and sighed as she caressed
herself with his thick, trembling organ. Sandra wondered what it
would be like to come like this.
"Stuff it in your cunt!" Scott moaned. "I'm so damned hot I'm
ready to explode!"
Sandra slowly slid the big head of his prick down her crack
until it was lodged in her hole.
"Now fuck me, Scott!" she said softly. "Fuck me!"
Scott Nelson held his breath for a long moment before he
bucked his hips to send his cock lunging into Kathy's mother's
cunt. Was it possible that the mother was every bit as hot and
horny as the daughter?
He glanced down at the lovely supine body beneath him. The
resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny! Sandra was so
beautiful! Her blonde hair fanned out behind her head to form a
lovely golden halo surrounding her gorgeous face. Her luscious
lips were moist and partially parted to show her pearl white teeth
and her lips kept silently forming the words "fuck me."
She had both hands on his shaft and her arms pressed in
against her ripe, firm tits so that her nipples seemed to be
pointing directly at his eyes. Her knees were up gripping his rib
cage and her entire body seemed to be waiting for the powerful
thrust that would unite them.
For the first time in years, Scott Nelson thought that he
might be falling in love! He hardly knew Sandra Marsh, really knew
her, yet she seemed to be everything he wanted.
The haze that was falling slowly over his eyes suddenly
cleared when he remembered that he had fucked this woman's
fourteen-year-old daughter--for Christ's sake! If anything stood
between them, that certainly would!
Sandra had the same thought cross her mind as she held his
rigid, surging shaft poised at the entrance to her cunt. She had
to talk to him about Kathy, but this wasn't the moment!
"Fuck me, Scott! FUCK ME!"
Scott braced his feet and bucked his hips to send his prick
driving home into the blonde's cunt.
"OOOOOOooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Sandra cried. She could feel
his hardness penetrate her vagina and fill her completely. Every
inch of her cunt was stuffed with his mighty, throbbing weapon.
She could feel the pounding veins along his shaft gouge into the
walls of her sex to send his heartbeat racing through her body!
Sandra locked her ankles behind his driving hips and began
digging her heels into the cheeks of his ass like a jockey riding
a horse.
No man in her life had ever made her feel like this before!
She was like a wild animal and her body responded to his every
thrust. He was rutting her like a wild boar and she was loving
every second of it!
"Fuck me, Scott. Make me feel that prick of yours! FUCK me!"
Sandra could hardly believe that it was her voice uttering
those words. It was so unlike her! Yet hearing the words escape
from her lips served to arouse her even more!
Scott felt her fingernails lightly rake his back, but he
didn't care! This was without doubt the sexiest woman he'd ever
laid. The way she responded. The way she begged him to fuck her!
He thrust deep into her cunt and held his cock still for a
moment to keep from coming. Then he drew back slowly until just
the head of his cock was lodged inside her hot, tight cunt. Then,
when she wasn't expecting it, he shoved it all the way up her with
everything he had.
"OOOOOOoooooahhh!! Yes, like that! Oh yes, Scott, fuck me
like that! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! OOOOOOooohhh!!"
Sandra threw her arms around his neck and clung to his
humping body tightly. She could feel his hairy balls slapping
loudly against the cheeks of her ass with his every thrust. It
sounded in her ears like a drumbeat of love!
Nothing she had ever done to herself had made her feel like
this! None of her devices would ever serve her again the way that
his lunging prick was serving her now.
"Now! NOW! NOW, SCOTT!" she cried. "FUCK ... ME ... NOW ...
FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"
Her orgasm began just seconds before his and the feeling of
his hot sperm splashing into her vagina triggered an even more
intense reaction inside her. Her mouth fell open and she screamed.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and her heels into his
bucking ass and held on for all she was worth.
Scott grunted like an animal when his balls burst to send his
hot come jetting along his shaft and into her writhing body. He
felt her vaginal muscles expand and contract, milking his already
spurting prick like a strong hand.
Her body arched off the mattress and hung suspended on his
long, hard rod for what seemed like an eternity. Then they both
collapsed on the bed, a warm, secure tangle of arms and legs.
When their breathing returned to normal, Scott slid off the
bed and retrieved his shirt to bring out a pack of cigarettes. He
did not trust himself to speak so he looked at Sandra and raised
his brow to ask if she wanted a cigarette. She nodded and he
lighted two to hand her one.
They relaxed side by side on the bed smoking.
"A penny," Sandra sighed pleasantly. "You look miles away."
"I was thinking about last Sunday at Six Flags Over Texas,"
Scott laughed, "and what a good time we all had."
Sandra's heart beat quickened. She had been thinking the same
thing, and she knew where these thoughts led.
"It was fun, wasn't it?" she said softly.
"Yeah," Scott sighed.
A silence, warm and relaxed, followed. Then Scott spoke
softly.
"Sandra?"
The way he said it let her know that he was about to ask her
something important, and Sandra intuitively knew what it was.
"Yes?"
Her heart pounded in her ears while she waited for him to
speak. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his lips move, but
before he could speak he changed his mind. In that instant, Sandra
knew her fourteen-year-old daughter had come between them.
Maybe this is the time to bring it out in the open and get it
over with, Sandra thought. But before she could frame her words in
her mind, Scott swung his legs over the bed and started putting on
his clothes.
He remarked that it was late and that he had to work the next
morning. Sandra was about to force the issue, but then lost her
nerve. She smiled and told him what a wonderful time she had had
with him.
When he was dressed, Scott made a date to meet Sandra for
lunch the following day. He told her that he would call Mister
Stachdt in the morning and see if he could arrange an appointment
for the afternoon.
"Why so quick?" Sandra asked.
"If you want the contract," Scott laughed, "get it before he
sees some other girl he wants to make the Hurricane girl."
Sandra agreed to ask for the afternoon off and told him that
she would wait for his call in the morning. They kissed good
night, a long, warm kiss, and Scott left.
As she turned over to go to sleep, Sandra promised herself
she would have the Kathy matter out with Scott at lunch the next
day.
Chapter 12
"What?" Scott gasped, his just-finished lunch turning over in
his stomach.
"I said, Scott," Sandra repeated patiently, "that I know
about you and Kathy."
"She told you?" Scott asked, his heart pounding in his
throat.
"Kathy?" Sandra laughed. "No, she didn't tell me. Kathy would
never tell me something like that."
"Then how ..."
"Oh, Scott, did you really think you could keep something
like that a secret?" Sandra scolded softly. "I suspected it the
first day I met you. The way you two looked at each other.
Remember, I'm Kathy's mother. Then I happened to overhear the two
of you in your apartment one afternoon ..."
"Then it was you who dropped the handkerchief and matches,"
Scott remarked.
"Oh, is that where I lost it?" Sandra exclaimed with a smile.
"I've looked everywhere. The point is, Scott, that I don't care.
In fact, I think that it's probably the best thing for Kathy. Now
she won't fall in love with the first man who gets her hot. So, in
case you're worried, I'm not going to do a thing about it."
"Well," Scott sighed, "I can't deny that that's a relief!"
"I feel we had to get it out in the open, especially when we
may be working closely together for the next year."
"But ..." Scott began.
"No, let me get if off my mind, Scott," Sandra persisted.
"Now, if I accept this offer from Hurricane this afternoon, it's
true that we'll be working close for some time, isn't it?"
"Well, yes, but ..."
"And that's going to keep you and I and Kathy fairly close,"
Sandra continued. "What we can't have is all three of us sneaking
around behind each other's back. Last night meant quite a bit to
me, Scott."
"And to me."
"And I'm not sure, Scott, where we go from here. We need some
ground rules."
"Sandra," Scott began, reaching across the table to take her
hand in his, "I have no idea what you think of me at this point,
but I like you very much. My proposal would be that we limit it to
you and me."
"That's not fair to Kathy, Scott," Sandra said, squeezing his
hand and smiling, "but I'm just woman enough to accept it. Isn't
it awful to be in competition with your own daughter?"
"Sandra, last night I ..."
"Not now, Scott," she interrupted quickly. "I wouldn't want
that now. Let's just leave it where it is and see what develops,
okay?"
"Okay," Scott replied slowly. "But I want you to know ..."
"Not now, remember?" Sandra interrupted. "Now tell me all
about Mister Stachdt and how I should behave."
Scott smiled and slowly began giving her his impression of
the dignified industrialist. He told her everything he could
remember about his one encounter with the wealthy man and related
the terms Stachdt mentioned for Sandra.
"It all sounds like a dream," Sandra laughed. "I hope I can
pull it off!"
"You will," Scott assured her. "Hey, we've only fifteen
minutes to get to our appointment with him!"
Scott paid the lunch bill and they drove down to the
Hurricane Towers. At one-thirty promptly, they were ushered into
Mister Martin Stachdt's private office on top of the Hurricane
Towers. Three sides of the office were solid glass and the view of
Dallas was breathtaking.
Very much the gentleman, Martin Stachdt walked them around
his office explaining the various sights in his panoramic view.
Then the three of them sat on a designer sofa and chatted. Stachdt
asked Sandra a number of questions about her life and seemed
pleased with her straightforward replies.
"I'm glad you're single, Sandra," the industrialist remarked.
"Oh, don't misunderstand. It has nothing to do with any personal
liaison between us. I'm afraid I'm beyond that point in life. If I
were twenty years younger, though, you'd be in real danger. My
remark was directed at the fact that you'll be able to travel
freely to complete the project I have in mind."
They chatted awhile longer and Stachdt offered Sandra a
salary of one hundred thousand for the year, plus all of her
wardrobe. Sandra accepted and the industrialist called his
secretary in to type up an agreement. When the secretary returned
with the typed agreement, Sandra and Stachdt signed it. He then
gave her an advance check for six thousand dollars and apologized
that they couldn't talk longer, but that he had another
appointment.
"I can't believe it!" Sandra exclaimed when they were once
again in Scott's car. "I simply can't believe it!"
"I think we should celebrate," Scott laughed.
"Oh, yes! How?" Sandra laughed.
"Well, how about some iced champagne?"
"That sounds delicious!" Sandra agreed.
"And we can drink it in your bed," Scott suggested with a
broad smile.
"You lecher!" Sandra laughed. "Why not? I'm not even sure we
need the champagne."
"It will relax us," Scott said. "I'll stop and buy some
that's already iced."
"Okay," Sandra said, boldly reaching over and placing her
hand on his leg, "but don't be long!"
"There's a liquor store ..."
"Hey, what about my car?" Sandra exclaimed.
"We left it at the Chateau."
"Okay," Scott laughed. "I'll take you there, then pick up the
champagne and meet you at your apartment."
"In bed," Sandra laughed.
Chapter 13
"What took you so long?"
The sight that greeted Scott's eyes made his pulse quicken.
When he arrived at the apartment, he opened the door and walked
in. Sandra's voice from the bedroom told him that she had beaten
him back. He walked in to find her stark naked and stretched out
on the bed with her legs spread wide apart. She had both hands on
her pussy and her fingers were holding the lips of her cunt wide
open.
"JESUS!"
"Would I make a good whore?" Sandra giggled. "I've always
wondered what it would be like to be a whore. Would I make a good
whore?"
"You'd make a lousy whore," Scott laughed, "but you're one of
the most beautiful women I've ever seen."
"I don't know whether to be angry or feel complimented,"
Sandra said.
"Why not a little of both?" Scott chuckled. "You're even more
beautiful and sexy when you're angry. How about some champagne?"
"Okay, if I don't have to get up and get the glasses."
"Why don't we drink out of the bottle?" Scott suggested.
"Okay!"
Scott popped the cork and handed the ice cold bottle of
champagne to Sandra. She brought it to her lips and took a long,
deep swallow.
"Hey, it's good this way!" she cried.
Scott was busy undressing when she handed the bottle back to
him. He paused, placed it to his mouth and took several long
swallows.
He gave it back and watched her take another series of swigs
while he kicked his shoes off and pulled his slacks and shorts
down.
"God!" Sandra exclaimed, looking at his already rigid cock
when it sprang free of his pants. "Is that thing always hard?"
"It seems that way when I'm around you," Scott laughed. "You
make me horny."
"The champagne was a super idea," she said, handing him the
bottle and reaching up to grasp his splendid prick in her warm
hand. "Now there's something else I'd like to drink."
Scott was amazed to find that they had almost finished the
quart of champagne.
"It's lucky I bought two bottles," he remarked as she
playfully pulled him down on the bed beside her.
"We don't need the other one now," she giggled. "Unless you'd
rather drink than have me suck your delicious cock."
"As you say, we don't need the other one now," Scott laughed.
He stretched out on his back and watched Sandra position
herself on her knees between his legs. She was a sight to behold!
As she leaned forward to grasp his rigid, throbbing prick in her
hands, her firm, ripe tits bobbed on her chest and her nipples
brushed against his thighs. The lovely, animal-like, hungry
expression on her face made his balls churn with desire.
The champagne had hit Sandra like a rock! Her head was
swimming and she felt so perfectly relaxed and light and gay! More
than that, she felt horny! She felt the juices in her cunt begin
to flow as she held Scott's rigid prick in her hands. Leaning
down, Sandra playfully pursed her lips and captured the balloon-
like bulb at the end of his shaft in her mouth.
The salty flavor of his sex burst inside her mouth and made
her entire body tremble. How could she have missed out on this all
of her life. Drawing her cheeks in, she began sucking his
delicious cock deep inside her throat.
Fourteen-year-old Kathy Marsh sighed with relief when the
front door opened. She had forgotten her key to the apartment and
she was glad her mother had left the door unlocked! As she placed
her small overnight case and her oversized purse on the living
room couch, Kathy heard sounds coming from her mother's bedroom.
The young girl was about to call out to her mother when
something in the nature of the sounds coming from the bedroom
warned her not to speak.
Moving very quietly, Kathy walked down the short hall and
stood in the open doorway to her mother's bedroom. The sight that
greeted the child's eyes made her heart fall to her stomach! Her
mother was stark naked on the bed, kneeling between a man's legs
and sucking the man's long, hard cock!
Even before she looked, Kathy knew who the man was. She
recognized his prick! How could he? How could her own mother?
Sandra felt rather than saw her daughter's presence in the
room. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Kathy
standing in the doorway. The look on Kathy's young face tore at
Sandra's heart! The child looked absolutely devastated.
In that instant, perhaps aided by the alcohol in her system,
Sandra Marsh knew what she had to do.
"You're home early, Kathy darling," Sandra remarked, removing
her mouth from Scott's throbbing shaft and stroking it gently with
her hands while she turned to talk to her fourteen-year-old
daughter. "Scott and I have been waiting for you."
"Wh-what?" Scott exclaimed, the sound of Sandra's voice
bringing him down from the erotic cloud her lips and tongue had
created.
"It's Kathy, Scott dear," Sandra said with a smile. "She's
home from Fort Worth. Now you'll have both of us to work on this
magnificent cock of yours!"
"I ... I ..." Kathy stammered.
"Well, surely you're willing to share Scott with me, aren't
you, Kathy?" Sandra asked her daughter.
"I ... I ..."
"What in the hell is going on?" Scott demanded, propping
himself up on his elbows.
"Why, Scott, Kathy and I are going to share you ... unless
you aren't man enough to take care of both of us. Aren't we,
Kathy?"
"Well ... well, sure!" Kathy said, still stunned at finding
her mother in bed with the man she loved.
"Come on, darling, take your clothes off and get in bed with
us," Sandra said.
"I ... I ..."
"Come on, Kathy!" Sandra said.
"Okay," Kathy responded in a slight daze.
Sandra's heart went out to her fourteen-year-old daughter as
she watched the young girl slowly begin taking her clothes off.
What else could I do, Sandra asked herself as she continued
stroking Scott's rigid organ in her hands.
Sandra knew that it would never have been possible to have
Scott all to herself, not after he made love to Kathy. And it
wasn't fair to Kathy. How could she take her own daughter's lover
away and hope to keep her daughter's love? It never would have
worked. Sandra wondered why she hadn't seen this earlier.
If she was going to have Scott at all, she would have to
share him with Kathy.
Kathy blushed slightly as she saw her mother watch her
undress. Kathy's heart wasn't in what she was doing. She was still
stunned by the situation she had found when she arrived home from
Fort Worth. There was a familiar itch between her legs when she
looked at Scott's long, hard prick, and seeing her mother's naked
body excited her a little. Her mother was certainly beautiful!
The fourteen-year-old girl slipped out of her panties and
stood hesitantly before the bed.
"Come on, darling, there's so much you have to teach me,"
Sandra said. "I'm afraid that you'll find your mother terribly
square about sex. Scott wants his cock sucked. Will you show me
how you do it?"
"Are you ... are you serious?" Kathy asked.
"Very serious, Kathy," Sandra said with a tiny pout. "I
really am square about sex, but with you and Scott to help me, I
hope to remedy that. Come here and show me how to make him hot
sucking his cock, darling. That's okay, isn't it, Scott?"
"Okay!?" Scott gasped. "My god, what more could a man ask
for?"
"See, darling!" Sandra exclaimed.
Kathy hesitated for a moment. This was the craziest
situation! Or was it? Hadn't she shared Scott with Lisa? And
wasn't it better to share him with her own mother? Of course it
was!
"Okay," Kathy giggled, climbing up on the bed beside her
mother.
"Now show me how you suck his delicious prick, darling,"
Sandra remarked.
"He likes me to lick it first," Kathy said. "Like this."
Leaning down, Kathy brought her lips to the swollen head of
Scott's shaft and darted her tongue out to begin lapping it like
an ice cream cone.
Sandra watched her fourteen-year-old daughter lick Scott's
cock and found the experience very stimulating. Her daughter's
tongue seemed to cover every inch of his swollen organ and as she
watched Sandra could feel her own body tingling with excitement.
"Maybe we can both lick it at the same time," Sandra
suggested. "You lick that side and I'll lick this one."
Still propped up on his elbows, Scott Nelson watched mother
and daughter lick his aching cock like it was a delicious stick of
candy and his balls churned and spasmed. It looked like a pair of
gorgeous blonde twins paying homage to his prick! Their pink
tongues seemed to be electric the way they attacked his shaft!
When Kathy slipped her lips around his cockhead, her mother
leaned down to start licking his balls. Scott had to hold his
breath to keep from exploding at that moment.
"Hey, one of you give me a nice hairy, wet cunt to lick!"
Scott demanded.
"You can eat Mom," Kathy said, licking and kissing the head
of his exciting prick. "I want to suck this thing until it
explodes."
"Don't mind if I do," Sandra laughed, crawling around on the
bed until she was straddling Scott's head with her thighs and
facing his feet so she could watch her young daughter suck his
cock.
Scott's vision was suddenly filled with the sight of Sandra's
lovely sex. As she slowly squatted on his mouth, Scott stared up
at her cunt. The lips were covered with tiny beads of moisture
from her arousal. Then the pink meat of her ripe sex was on his
lips and he shot his tongue into her slit.
"OH! OOOooahhh!! God, that feels good! OOOOOOohh!!" Sandra
gasped when he began massaging her quivering clitoris with his
firm tongue.
Kathy glanced up and saw her mother sitting on Scott's face
and her pulse quickened. She opened her mouth wide and slipped her
lips over the swollen head of his prick and began sucking in
earnest. This was even more exciting than it had been with Lisa
and Scott. And the look on her mother's face, the expression of
joy and excitement in her mother's eyes, made the girl's heart
beat happily.
Sandra was thinking the same thought as she watched her
daughter suck Scott's prick while Scott licked her clitoris. Kathy
looked so happy and she so obviously enjoyed sucking Scott's cock!
Watching her daughter run her lips up and down Scott's shaft
seemed to double her own excitement.
Scott Nelson did not need his excitement doubled! He was so
damned hot he thought his head was going to blow off! Although he
could not see Kathy giving him head, he was very much aware of her
hungry young mouth on his aching dick! And the way Sandra was
wiggling her twat on his face was enough to drive him crazy. Her
cunt was so hot and wet he knew she was very close to coming.
"Mama, is it okay if I put his prick in my cunt?" Kathy asked
a little breathlessly. "I'm so hot I could die!"
"Of course, darling," Sandra replied. "OH! OOOooohhh! Scott,
lick it! God, lick it!"
Sandra watched her fourteen-year-old daughter climb into a
squatting position with her young crack poised just above Scott's
long, hard pole.
"Here, I'll hold it for you, dear," Sandra said, leaning
forward and holding Scott's trembling shaft in her hands and
aiming at her daughter's pink hole.
"OH! AAAAAaaahhh!!" Kathy moaned as she lowered herself on
his cock and felt his shaft sliding up her vagina.
"Isn't that divine, Kathy?" Sandra said as she watched her
young daughter take Scott's prick inside her cunt.
"Oh, yes!" Kathy moaned, forcing her body down to take him
all the way up her.
Scott felt the difference immediately. Kathy's fourteen-year-
old cunt was much tighter than her mouth and he could feel its
warmth surrounding his aching prick. He began licking Sandra's
cunt as hard as he could, darting the tip of his tongue into her
puckered asshole and then ramming it up her expanding and
contracting cunt. When he started massaging her quivering
clitoris, he felt Sandra's body catch fire.
"WOW! OOOooahhh!! Lord, that's so ... gooooood!!" Sandra
cried.
Sandra saw Kathy begin bouncing up and down on the pole she
had deep in her womb. She saw the child's breasts bob freely on
her chest and the look of animal lust in her young daughter's eyes
thrilled her.
"Fuck him, Kathy!" Sandra cried. "Fuck him as hard as you
can, darling!"
"Mom, I'm ... I'm so hot!" Kathy cried.
"Fuck him, darling! Fuck him until you come! OOOooohhh!! Yes,
Scott, lick it! LICK IT! EAT MY CUNT! OOooahhh!"
Scott was almost out of his mind! Kathy was riding his cock
like a merry-go-round. Her tight cunt gripped his shaft as she
rode up and down and his balls were beyond the point of control.
And all the while her mother was grinding her wet, hot pussy
against his mouth!
The forty-eight-year-old man had been aroused many times in
his life, but he couldn't remember anything this intense! These
two females, mother and daughter, would be more than any man could
ever handle, but what a life they would give him before they
killed him!
"Ride his cock, darling!" Sandra squealed as she ground her
steaming pussy against Scott's marvelous mouth. "Ride it for all
you're worth. Fuck him, dear, fuck him!"
"Oh, Mom, this feels so gooooooood!" the fourteen-year-old
girl cried as she rode up and down on Scott's throbbing, straining
prick. As excited as she was, Kathy couldn't take her eyes away
from the sight of her mother's crotch writhing against Scott's
mouth! It was the most erotic sight that she'd ever seen!
"Hurry, Kathy!" Sandra cried. "I'm getting ... very ...
close!"
Scott arched his hips upward, driving his aching dick deep
into the young girl's cunt. Kathy came down so hard there was a
loud crack in the bedroom when the cheeks of her young ass slapped
against his driving thighs.
"OOOooohhh!! Now!" Kathy screamed. "NOW! FUCKMEEEEEE!
AAAAAaaaaaaiiiiieeeee!!!!"
Scott was never certain what happened in what sequence. He
could feel his balls expand and then erupt to send his hot come
jetting into the fourteen-year-old child's tight cunt. Kathy's
vaginal muscles began expanding and contracting in the throes of
her orgasm at almost the same instant. And Sandra's pussy seemed
to explode simultaneously to send a fine spray all over Scott's
face.
The three of them moaned and writhed on the bed until their
passions were at last spent. Then they stretched out to relax with
Scott in the center and Kathy on one side and Sandra on the other.
Scott had his arm around each of the luscious blondes, and he
couldn't resist the temptation to cup a ripe tit in each hand.
After a while, Sandra broke away and went to find the second
bottle of champagne. She brought it back to the bed and Scott
opened it. They each took a swig and then without hesitation
passed it to Kathy. The young girl giggled when the bubbles hit
her nose and made a grimace when she forced a swallow down her
throat.
"We're a crazy, odd bunch," Sandra said softly. "I'm afraid
you have two cripples on your hands, Scott darling, a thirty-
three-year-old woman who is little more than a frustrated virgin
in sex, and a fourteen-year-old girl who has just discovered her
body."
"You know, Sandra," Scott said slowly, "I was just thinking
how lucky I am to have two gorgeous sex kittens all to myself."
Kathy shook her head when her mother offered her the bottle
of champagne again.
"I'd rather have this in my mouth," Kathy said with a giggle
as she reached down and grasped Scott's limp penis in her hand and
leaned to guide it to her waiting mouth.
"I'm glad she doesn't drink!" Scott laughed. "Seriously,
Sandra, I'd like to make this a little more permanent."
"What?" Sandra asked.
"I'm asking you to marry me," Scott said. "If you'll have me,
that is."
"Kathy, did you hear that?" Sandra said quickly. "He wants to
marry me so that we can all live together and sleep together every
night!"
Kathy continued sucking Scott's now growing prick in her
mouth for a long moment before replying. This was one thing she
hadn't expected, yet she knew that it was the perfect solution!
"Gee, Mom, I think that would be great!" Kathy said at last.
"And we could share his wonderful cock all of the time!"
"And go to Six Flags Over Texas, and Disneyland, and all of
those things together!" Sandra exclaimed. "Remember how much fun
we had? If you're serious, Scott, I accept. I mean, we accept,
don't we, Kathy?"
"Yes!" Kathy squealed, growing more excited as the idea grew
in her mind.
"But both you and Kathy have to promise to be patient with
me, Scott," Sandra said. "There is so much about sex that I have
to learn."
"We'll teach you, Mom, won't we, Scott?" Kathy said, stroking
Scott's now erect and quivering prick in her warm little hands.
"Sure we will," Scott said.
"Scott, you really don't have to marry me, if you don't want
to," Sandra added quickly. "I mean, we could live together."
"I want to marry you!" Scott replied. "You two need somebody
to look after you."
"And you need somebody to take care of this super prick!"
Kathy laughed. "Hey, you know what you've never done?"
"What?"
"Fucked me in the ass," Kathy said quickly. "Have you ever
done that, Mom?"
"No," Sandra replied honestly. "Does it feel good?"
"Has he ever licked your asshole, Mom?"
"Yes."
"And didn't that feel super?" Kathy said.
"Well, yes," Sandra admitted.
"Then think of what it must feel like to have his cock up
your ass!" Kathy said excitedly. "Can we do it, Scott?"
"God, yes!" Scott gasped as his balls roared in his ears from
the caresses of the child's warm hands and the talk about ramming
his prick up her tight little asshole. "Do we have some Vaseline
in the apartment?"
"Sure, I'll get it," Sandra said.
She jumped off the bed and trotted into the bathroom. Scott
watched the cheeks of her ass bounce as she moved and felt the
demand in his testicles grow more intense. When Sandra returned
with a jar of Vaseline, Scott opened it and told Kathy to get on
her hands and knees.
"Now, Sandra," he said, "you grease your daughter's asshole
for me. Put some on your finger and shove it up her tail."
Scott lifted his eyes in silent thanks as he watched Sandra
grease her fourteen-year-old daughter's asshole. Both of them
giggled when Sandra covered Kathy's puckered anus with a quantity
of the lubricant. Then Sandra backed away and Scott crawled up
behind the kneeling girl and brought the aching head of his prick
to her asshole.
"OH! OW! OOOOOoooooOooooooooohhhh!!!!" Kathy gasped.
"Fuck her, Scott!" Sandra cried excitedly.
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