(Note this is a reposting of a story I did earlier this year with a promise of more to come … I’ve fixed some mistakes and added story tags).
I was shocked. I could not believe my eyes. I look, look away and then look again; I did a double take then a triple take. That face on the cover of the video is familiar. It can’t be. Can it be her? Could it be someone else who looked like her? The big brown eyes, long dark hair, pert nose and full sensuous lips all look like Marsha’s. Are Marsha’s lips sensuous? These lips sure are, but are they Marsha’s? The lips were formed into a smile that was undoubtedly Marsha’s smile. But why would my step-daughter be on the cover of a video in the adult section? Most of her body was showing, and what I could see also looked like what I knew of Marsha. There was no doubt she was one of the main actors in the film. I hesitated and walked around the store wondering what I should do. I was divorced from her mother but she still came by to visit me whenever she was in town, and she had called today to say she is here and wanted to see me. Do I tell her mother? Of course not. I couldn’t do that. On the other hand do I take advantage of this? I have for a long time found Marsh to be very attractive. Yes, she is sensuous. Ever since I perceived that she had become sexually active I have been fantasizing about her. When I was still intimate with her mother I would often think about Marsha. Still, I was a father figure to her and never acted on those fantasies, or even tried to.
In the end I could not resist. I picked out the disc and checked out. It was strange feeling like everyone in the store will know that I had picked up a video with my step daughter, yet rationally I knew that there is no way anyone could know. I made it home and placed the disc on the coffee table. I was still hesitant but in the end I poured myself a scotch and loaded the disc. It started with a couple going at it, a straight heterosexual fuck that seemed too animated to be real. The girl was good looking enough and quite good at acting out her exuberance, but the scene was not doing anything for me. The second scene had the same girl walk into an apartment and there was Marsha in a negligee. There was small talk and a hug that turned into a passionate open mouth kiss. Was Marsha lesbian? Why was she doing a lesbian scene? I sat in front the screen transfixed by the developing love scene. They slowly undressed each other and made their way to the couch while still kissing and hugging. The other girl sat down with Marsha kneeling between her spread legs. Her pussy was shaved except for a wisp of dark hair right above her clit. She told Marsha she was still full of spunk from the earlier fuck. Marsha smiled and let her eyes get bigger, betraying her excitement, then dived right into the muff, sticking her tongue deep into the vagina trying to scoop out the cream that she could undoubtedly smell and taste. She seemed to crave the well fucked pussy, and if it was acting then it was great acting, the best I’ve ever seen in a porn film. No, this could not be just an act, could it? She was kneeling with her gorgeous butt facing the camera. I had imagined Marsha’s butt from what little I had seen underneath a bathing suit or tight shorts, but what I was seeing now was even more beautiful than anything I had imagined. Her legs were slender but not too thin and her skin was smooth and unblemished. This I already knew, but what was pleasantly astounding to me was to see the beauty of her thighs extend all the way up to her ass. Her butt consisted of two full cheeks that were near perfect globes, tight and smooth, without a dimple or mark anywhere. They came together in a line that barely revealed her small, pinkish, puckered anus. Below her anus was the beginning of a line joining her two puffy outer lips and closed in on the vagina I had imagined licking and sucking. The globes of her butt were just the right size. Any smaller and there would be a wide valley between them instead of the thin line. Any bigger and their joining would conceal her anus and other charms. These globes did neither.
As Marsha worked on the pussy in front of her, the camera moved around seeking a better angle. Marsha’s tongue would work up and down the small crack going back and forth between the clit and the vagina. When at the top of the pussy she put a lip lock on the area around the clit, obviously sucking it into her mouth and visibly moving her tongue over it. When her tongue moved down to the vagina it would extend and slip inside the closed hole, fully engulfed in the pink moist flesh and working in and out while a thumb moved over the clit. It did not take long for the girl to come hard. She was shaking and moaning in the throes of her orgasm. Was this an act too, or was it real? Marsha sucked and licked every drop of juice that oozed out of her. Marsha’s oral talents were obvious, and her enthusiasm in applying them would have the coldest woman on fire. This orgasm had to be real.
As the girl came down from her orgasm she and Marsha slowly switched places and I saw my step-daughter’s pussy for the time. She was shaved and had the most beautiful cunt I had ever seen. Her lips were neither too big nor too small. The edges of the inner lips were barely visible on either side of the line of her crack. Her clit protruded slightly, making it bigger than the average hidden clit. Suddenly I was fired up – I have long had an obsession with large clits. It was something I sought in porn but had never come across in real life. Marsha’s mother Mary was on the small side, having a tiny sensitive button almost completely hidden even when aroused, and I had no reason to ever suspect or imagine that Marsha would be the opposite.
The other girl leaned in and licked around Marsha’s cunt then pulled back and pulled the lips apart. Marsha’s moisture put a nice sheen on her lips and clit. The clit was a sight to behold, and I was mesmerized. I knew I needed to suck on that clitty. The girl leaned in and started an enthusiastic and obviously well practiced licking. The building intensity was conveyed in Marsha’s voice as she moaned and in her eyes as she opened them to look at her friend and then closed them and gave herself into the girl’s ministrations. Again if she was acting she was a damn good actress. In no time she was pulling the girl’s head into her crotch, mouthing “yes” over and over again and shaking in a strong orgasm. She was coming hard and so was I. Without realizing it I had freed my prick from my shorts and had been jacking off to the sight of Marsha enjoying her lesbian tryst. My orgasm felt as intense as hers appeared to be.
I stopped the disc for a while and went off to think about it. Before long I was back in front of the screen fast forwarding through the video until I saw her again, this time with two well-endowed men. She handled both of them with ease, taking care of them orally and then alternated between them, sucking one while taking the second one up her cunt. They switched many times, and it was obvious she had no more of a problem tasting her own juices on their pricks than she had tasting another women’s cunt full of spunk. She took both loads in her mouth while mine was shooting up in the air. I could not believe I had jerked off again; two orgasms in less than an hour. I stopped the disc and went to bed. There was probably more, and perhaps more of Marsha, but it would have to wait.
The next morning I went out for my normal coffee house visit and then stopped for some shopping. Pulling into my driveway I spotted Marsha knocking on my door. She turned and smiled and waved at me. I got out and opened the front door to usher her in. I was working very hard on interacting with her without thinking about last night’s video. All kinds of thoughts were rattling through my head as I walked in behind her, but the thought of the disc cover on the coffee table was not one of them. She spotted it and stopped cold. I knew immediately that she had seen it and recognized the jacket. There was an awkward silence with her back to me, and then she slowly turned and quietly asked if I had watched it.
“Some”, I said and there was another long silence.
“Does Mom Know?” I shook my head from side to side.
“Are you going to tell her?” Again I shook my head in a negative response. I was still speechless.
Finally she blurted out “I’m sorry John!” and looked at me with pleading eyes. Was she seeking forgiveness? For what? It was I who needed to be forgiven for letting her become a sex object in my mind. To assuage my guilt I kept telling myself that it was what she wanted – that she had willingly entered into the fantasies of men and that I was after all only a man and one of the thousands or millions whose fantasies she was determined to waltz through.
“Please don’t be sorry. You are a mature adult capable of making your own decisions and taking responsibility for them. We tried to be open minded in raising you and in teaching you about sex, and you obviously passed, with honors. We never expected this but now that I think about it we shouldn’t be surprised. Your body and your life are yours to do with as you see fit and I’m not going to stand in judgment. My only concern is and will always be for your welfare and happiness. Are you happy?”
“Oh John, yes! Now more than ever. I’m so relieved you know and don’t hold it against me. I love what I’m doing. I enjoy the sex …”
“So those orgasms are real?”
“In this movie? Yes. Every one of them is real.”
“Are you doing any drugs? This industry doesn’t have a good reputation.”
“No. No drugs. No cigarettes. I never even get drunk, although I do occasionally have a drink. As dangerous as the business is I want to keep a clear head at all times.”
“The people treat you well?”
“Oh yeah, very much so. Amanda, the girl in the early lesbian scene, has become one of my dearest friends. In fact we are occasional lovers as well, on and off the set. The guys, actors and producers are always considerate and respectful. I know there are a lot of stories out there about the drugs and sleaze, and I’m sure they’re true but I haven’t come across them yet. I work for a very small outfit where everybody knows and likes each other. “
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“I was going with one of the camera men for a while but we broke up last month. He was fine with the adult acting and even with my getting into it and orgasming on the set. He never felt threatened by it. I wish it had worked out with him. When I get horny off camera I usually end up either with Amanda or one of the other guys, including the actors and the director, but that is just casual sex for tension relief and there is no one special in my life right now.”
I looked at her as I digested all this information. “Wow. I think I need a drink. Would you like one?”
“Yes, please. I’ll take a beer.” I got her the beer and poured myself a scotch. As I handed her the drink she asked, rather coyly, “How did I look in the movie?”
“You looked fantastic. I haven’t seen the whole film but saw you with Amanda and then in the threesome…”
“Those guys were great. I loved doing that scene. I haven’t done anything else with them but I’m hoping to hook up with them again soon. Did you know I came three times in that scene?”
“I spotted a couple … “
“You’re blushing. Oh my God!” She suddenly had this mischievous look on her face and she asked me with a big grin “Did I excite you?”
“Marsha, yes you did.
You were … are gorgeous. I couldn’t help it”.
“Please John, don’t help it.” We were still standing and now she came closer to me. “Did you know I had a crush on you since you started dating my mother, even before I was a teenager?”
“No I didn’t, but you have grown into a very attractive and very beautiful woman. Now that I have seen you nude in the film I find you even more so. You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen. I already knew you were beautiful and was already impressed with what I could see of your body, but the parts that I saw for the first time last night were even more amazing and more beautiful than my wildest imagination …”
As I was saying this she had moved closer to me and put her hands on my shoulders. “So you had been imagining me?”
“Yes, I have to admit you’ve been in a few fantasies but I never imagined what I saw last night.”
“What parts?” she asked as her face moved even closer and her hands began to work their way around my neck.
“Well, your breasts are about what I expected and imagined, although the nipples are pleasantly bigger. What took me by surprise is the beauty of your genital lips and the awesome size of that little button.”
“You mean ‘Not so little button’ – I’ve often wondered if it would be a turn-off because it was so big.”
“God No! Not at all. In fact, just the opposite. I’ve been obsessed with large clits for a long time but have only seen them in porn movies and pictures. I had given up hope of ever seeing one in real life.”
I couldn’t say anything else even if I wanted to because Marsha was suddenly up against me and her lips were locking on mine. I opened my mouth and our tongues met and wrestled. If I had any inhibitions about our relationship turning physical they disappeared with that kiss. She was hot and passionate and seemed to have her whole heart in it. She was even more into it than she was in her sex scenes. She was moaning into my mouth and gently massaging my lips with hers. Her tongue was snaking in and out of my mouth, trying to taste and feel every corner. I followed her lead probing her mouth with my tongue. The kiss went on and on, and my hands started to wander up and down her back. Eventually I worked my hands to her tight ass over the jeans and started kneading the flesh and pulling her towards me. She slowly rotated her hips as she ground them into me, undoubtedly getting a full measure of my hardness. There was no point in concealing my overwhelming desire for her. Every emotion I ever had towards her came rushing into our kiss and our embrace. It was the beginning of an eruption that would overflow and engulf us both.
While still kissing I started maneuvering her towards the couch. All I could think about was that I was going to get to suck on that beautiful large clit. As we got close to the couch I started to pull her sweater up, my hands sliding on her back. She relaxed and raised her arms. As my hands came up to the bra straps I quickly undid the hooks and continued to move them up. I pulled her sweater up over her head and she let the bra fall to the floor. She looked at me with a big grin and started unbuttoning my shirt. She took it off and pulled off my undershirt, then immediately went for my belt and loosened my pants. At the same time I got busy again at her waist, loosening and pulling down her jeans and panties. The clean shaved pussy that was revealed to me was even better than the one in the film. She glistened with moisture and the head of her engorged clit protruded from between her lips. As I kicked away my shoes and pants I knelt to the floor and maneuvered her to sit on the couch with me between her legs. I slowly inched my face towards her groin, but used every ounce of discipline to avoid a direct attack on her clit. I wanted both of us to savor this act of…
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(Note: This is part 2 of 4 parts and while this one does not contain any Incest, the overall story still fits into this category).
Marsha sounded distraught on the phone. She was going back to California this afternoon but had apparently just had a big confrontation with her mother. She asked me to come over. In fact, her wording was “you’d better get here quick”. I decided whatever it was I had to be there and that I could find out the details when I got there.
Find out I did. The confrontation had actually occurred the night before when Marsha confessed to her mother that she had been seeing me intimately. Mary had hit the ceiling tried to find or rationalize a way to have me arrested for something. Marsha eventually calmed her down, and they were up most of the night talking where eventually Marsha told Mary that she was in the adult “Entertainment” business without specifying details. Now Marsha was packing and Mary was giving her the silent treatment, mainly of in her own mental world. Marsha worried about leaving her mother alone in that state and also felt that Mary and I had to clear the air about this. After all, it must have shocked Mary to the marrow to learn that her daughter was sleeping with her ex-husband even if her daughter was, if not the aggressor, at least a consenting adult.
After hearing the details I walked into the kitchen where Mary was sitting. I greeted her but she only stared at me blankly, in essence barely acknowledging my presence. I returned to Marsha, who had called a cab and was ready to leave. I assured her that I would stay with Mary and make sure she was OK. As I was embracing her she asked me if I knew anything about Mary’s past. I said “not much, why?” and Marsha answered “Oh it’s nothing. She said there was not anything I’m doing that she hadn’t tried but she was in an emotional fit when she said it so it may or may not mean much”. That was the kind of history I did not know anything about. Although I enjoy the graphic details of sexual exploits, even when they are my wife’s, my relationship with Mary never went that far and I never pried into her past or asked her about it. This was something else that was about to change in a big way.
After Marsha left I went into the kitchen and asked Mary if she wanted a drink. Again she stared at me. I found the bar and poured myself a scotch and Mary a rum and coke. I placed her glass in front of her and sat down. We were quiet for a long time but finally Mary spoke up without looking at me and said “that was a stupid and terrible thing you did. Technically I can’t do anything about it but you were her father for all those years. Howe could you fuck her?”.
“Mary! This is not something I planned or ever even contemplated. It is something that just happened.”
“Damn it John, if you were that desperate for sex you could have come to me. I don’t understand how you could have gone to bed with her. Did she come so strong you couldn’t resist?”
“No. It was something we both wanted and it just happened. She saw the video and one thing led to another.”
“That’s another thing I can’t come to grips with. Why did you keep her work and videos from me?”
“I wasn’t even thinking like that. I found out the day before she came. After that things got too confusing and too complicated.”
“I bet they did.”
“Look, Mary, I’m sorry you’re hurt by all this but none of it was intended and certainly hurting you was not intended. Nothing has changed as far as I’m concerned. I still love you as much as I always have even if we couldn’t live together. I still love Marsha as much as I always did. Nothing has changed. We just share more with each other now. You of all people should understand that, although from a comment Marsha made before she left I doubt I know all that much about you.”
“what comment was that?”
“She just wondered what you meant when you said she isn’t doing anything you haven’t done. I’m wondering about that too.”
She looked at me then reached for her rum and Coke. She took a large gulp, then put the glass down and stared at me “You never asked about my past and I didn’t volunteer it.”
“And I’m not delving now, but I am interested if you want to tell me.”
She was quiet for a few seconds, staring at the glass in her hands. She picked it and took another gulp, then she looked at me with her teary red eyes. “You know I didn’t finish college, but while there I earned money at a strip club.”
“I’m not surprised, you always had the figure and the moves for that, and I knew you were not very inhibited. In fact you have an exhibitionist streak in you that you may have passed on to Marsha”.
“I passed on a lot more than that. I loved performing, on stage and off. I had a handful of well off clients who paid my bills.”
“Now I’m surprised, but in retrospect perhaps I shouldn’t be.”
“You mean you should have known I was a whore?”
“No, not that. But as I said you are rather uninhibited and an exhibitionist. You always enjoyed performing.” That is true. When we were together we had a small group of friends that we swung with and she was always drawing attention whenever there was a group there. She always turned up the passion a notch when she had an audience. I loved being with her and was missing it now, even after a week of heavy fucking with Marsha.
“Yes, I did enjoy it while I was doing it, but eventually realized there was no future in it. At the same time I got pregnant with Marsha and that put a damper on everything.”
“So you were seeing someone while uh … working?”
“No. She is the product of the work, to put it crudely. Birth control is not 100% fool proof. I was on the pill and got pregnant anyway. I didn’t use condoms because I was careful about my clients, and that’s one of the things they appreciated. Like I said I had a handful of clients and that week I saw four of them. Never told a soul before today. Marsha doesn’t have any idea.”
I was stunned by this revelation. Even though I was living with this woman for 7 years she was revealing herself to me for the first time. I was now very curious about Mary and her past. Right about then she drained her glass and got up and poured her and myself another round. As I handed her the glass I said “Tell me more.”
“like what?”
“Like how it got started”
She stared at me, took another sip and then stared at me some more. “How much detail do you want.”
“as much as you can give me. If there are any gaps in your memory make up the filler.”
Mary chuckled. “Ok, here it goes. I lost my virginity when I was 17 to a neighbor in college …”
“I didn’t intend for you to go that far back but I’m happy to listen. How did it happen?”
“It was the summer of my senior year. I was sunbathing outside and he came to the fence and stared at me. It made me feel a bit self conscious at first but then I got frisky and started up a conversation. He invited in for a drink and complimented me on my looks several times. That was my first Rum and Coke ever and I was hooked. After a few sips we were making out on the couch and his hands were all over my breasts. He was a good kisser and much more experienced than the two boyfriends I had had. Also more persistent. He did not let my hesitation slow him down. For my part I may not have been resisting as much as I did with my boyfriends. I think I was ready to lose my cherry. When his hands worked down between my legs I remember consciously parting them to give him more access. He gently massaged my pussy and had me quivering with excitement. It felt so good I was not going to stop it. One hand came back up to my breasts and under the bathing suit while his other hand was reaching back to undo the top. Again I put up no resistance. I wanted him to keep going. He was kissing my neck and working his way down my chest. He kissed and licked my breasts all over and sucked on each of the nipples. I was getting horny as hell and almost came. I desperately wanted to come. No one had ever played with my breasts before and I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how much better it was than me massaging them as I did when I was masturbating. While working on my breasts he was sliding my bottoms to the side and running his finger up and down my slit. That too felt wonderful and when his finger started running circles on my little button I came like fire crackers. As I started to come he slid a finger into me which made the orgasm more intense.
“I knew then and there that I needed more inside me. He slowed down and moved away a little, then put his hands on my waist and started to slide the bottoms down my legs. I lifted my butt to help him out, then hooked my fingers on his shorts and boxers and slid them down together. His prick was hard and beautiful. It was the first one I had ever seen up close. I reached for it and gently squeezed it and rubbed it. I was enjoying the feel of it and could not wait to have it in me. I knew it was going to hurt but I was ready and I needed it.
“He also pulled off his shirt then he gently pushed me down onto the couch. I closed my eyes and waited. He kneeled between my legs and bent over me, placing his hands on either side of me. I reached down to his prick again and brought the head to my cunny. He pushed gently, and I was so wet it easily slipped into me. This was it, and I was so happy to be doing it. The moment I had dreaded was finally here and instead of fear I was feeling a rush. I was finally going to experience what everyone else was writing about and talking about.
“He had no idea that I was a virgin. He told me later he was surprised when he ran into resistance. I felt a little pressure and knew the pain was coming, but I didn’t care. I was going to get fucked and that is all I wanted. I started rotating my hips while pushing up towards him. He stared at me for a minute as if wondering if he should continue. I remember I said something like ‘Please take me … I need it’. He pulled back a little and my heart sank as I thought he was pulling out but then he paused, kept staring at me and suddenly pushed hard, going right through the cherry to the hilt. The pain was intense and I remember trying to let out a scream and screwing my eyes shut. He just stayed still for a while, our groins touching and our hairs entangled and pain subsided rather quickly if I remember right. I was full of dick, although later I would learn that his was about average. I’ve had bigger and smaller since then, and yours by the way is definitely bigger. Anyway after some rest and with the pain almost gone we started moving. I came quickly and was squeezing the hell out of him. He stopped moving in and out trying to prolong the fuck and succeeded. When we went back to our rhythm I came again and this time he came with me. I remember feeling the spurts against my cunt walls and being on cloud nine, so proud that I had done it and that he seemed satisfied.
“He and I fucked many times after that. He introduced me to oral sex and, eventually to anal sex. He was gentle and patient I learned to love all of it.”
I smiled and made facial expressions throughout the story and did not interrupt. When she finished she apologized for having gone into far more details that necessary or than I was looking for, and pleaded that the emotions of the day and the alcohol were conjuring all her memories and loosening her tongue.
I told her there was no need to apologize and that I wanted to hear more but first we had to get some dinner, and I knew the perfect place where we could continue the conversation.
On the way there Mary asked about Marsha and wanted my confident assurance that she was going to be OK. I gave as best as I could. I knew Marsha had a good head on her shoulders and that the moral landscape had changed a lot since she was Marsha’s age. We discussed how back then a woman in the adult industry would have had no chance at a normal family life if she was ever found out, whereas today it is at least possible to find a partner who did not look down on a history of such work, and in fact many men are open minded enough to like having such a sexually uninhibited wife. All this to say that this life was not a dead end for Marsha as it might have seemed for Mary.
At the restaurant I asked Mary to tell me the rest her story and how she transitioned form sex for pleasure to sex for work. It was during her second semester in college. She was working in a restaurant and not making enough to cover her expenses. Her roommate was working in a strip club and making a lot more. With her roommate’s help she got a job there as a waitress. The money was better but her roommate pressed her to try dancing. She did and was good at it and the money was even better. She made enough in tips. She also found out she enjoyed stripping in front of an audience and realized she had an exhibitionist streak that would serve her well. She was often propositioned and discussed these with her roommate who was making a lot of money on the side, either with quickies in the parking lot or by making appointments after hours. Eventually she gave into the temptation with one particularly distinguished looking man. She agreed to go to his hotel after work. After getting pointers from her roommate she went to his room and knocked on his door at 3:30 AM. She asked for $200 for the visit. He gave the $200 right away and asked her to take her clothes off. She turned on a radio and did a little dance and strip tease for him, alternately watching his face and his crotch as she did so and as his hand started rubbing his rising cock. She loved the effect she was having on him and after all her clothes were off, deliberately and casually tossed to a side chair, she came to the man, put her hands on his shoulders and drew him to her for a kiss. As she rubbed her naked body on him she worked on his cloths, unbuttoning his shirt and pants, opening the zipper and sliding pants and shorts down to the ankles. As she did so she knelt in front of him and took his hard cock into her mouth although she could not get in more than the head for it turned out to be the biggest cock she would have while working. May continued to suck the head of the cock while massaging the shaft. She had her hands on his buttocks drawing him to her mouth. She loved the feel and taste of his cock, and in particular the taste of his pre-cum. She was torn between needing to please this man and needing to have that cock inside her. The need for money prevailed for now and she kept on sucking until he erupted into her throat.
As her John sat on the bed to recover she stood before him holding him and drawing him into her. She tousled his hair and asked him how he felt. He said he felt great and wanted more of her but did not want to rush her. He then asked if she could spend the night and she said yes but for an additional free. He pulled out another $300 band asked if that would do. She nodded and said yes, trying hard to conceal her excitement at having the kind of money she never dreamed of making. She put the money away then came to him and finished undressing him. Feeling like she had to earn the money, she wait to great lengths to fuss over him, giving him…
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(NOTE: This is part 3 of 4 parts and the incest is back)
It was easy to spot Amanda at the terminal. I know it’s a cliché but she was even prettier in person. She was wearing a simple knee length sleeveless dress with a big V opening down the chest and crisscrossing bands down the back. She seemed to have a good size bust, perhaps C cups. She was average height, slim and with a pretty face with long hair in a pony tail. Although very pretty you would have never guessed that she was a porn actress and strip club dancer. It occurred to me while we were talking that I had already seen this girl naked in every conceivable sex act, and yet here I was evaluating her as if I was seeing her for the first time.
She had greeted me warmly with a hug and we had easily fallen into a friendly chat about everything. She apologized for Marsha not being there, saying that Marsha was called away at the last minute and she happened to be free. I would later learn that Marsha had been with a client the night before who persuaded her to stay with him the next day. Amanda was in a jovial mood and took me on a scenic tour of LA before heading to their apartment north of the city. We walked in and I unpacked my luggage and went into the shower to freshen up. I had not locked the door, and on shutting off the water and pulling back the curtain found Amanda standing there with a towel and a big smile. “You don’t mind if I help, do you?” “Of course not!” I said. She wrapped the towel around me and proceeded to pad me dry, paying just enough attention to every part, including my rising erection, without emphasizing any of it. It was as if this was the most natural thing in the world for her, and her comfort and nonchalance put me at ease. I relax and let her take care of me. She finished drying me and stood up, looked into my easy and asked if I could use some relief. As she said that her hands came to my waist and then started working down and in. Before I could answer they were in my groin.
Amanda was good and knew what she was doing. She massaged my cock and balls and stroked by thighs as she slowly and deliberately sand to her knees in front of me. She her hands on my buttocks pulling me into her she put her nose to the side of my cock near the root and inhaled deeply while flicking her tongue and the shaft, then did the same on the other side. At the same time she was kneading the cheeks of my ass and working her way to the middle, her fingers sinking into the crack and squeezing as much flesh as she could scoop. My cock was hard as a rock and desperate for attention and she quickly attended to it by sucking the head into her mouth. Her lips were firm and soft all at once and her agile tongue danced in circles around the ridge. As she tightened her lips she started sucking more of my cock into her mouth while continuing the tongue massage.
The combination of sucking and licking with her head bopping up and down had me over the edge in no time. “I’m going to come!” I whispered to her and she continued her ministrations without any hesitation. Suddenly I felt my climax rise and erupt through my shift and out into her mouth with several spurts of semen that she eagerly swallowed. As my cock softened inside her oral cavity she looked up at me and grinned with her mouth still full of softening cock. This girl was unbelievable in her skill and in her comfort in giving a great blowjob as if it was a routine thing for her, and perhaps it was.
I pulled her up to me and gave her a deep kiss, licking the inside of her lips and letting my tongue probe deep into her mouth. She pushed back into my mouth as her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled me harder into her. She was still dressed and as the kiss broke up I told her I wanted to taste her. She said to wait and that we had all night as Marsha would not be back till morning and she had nothing else to do.
I put on a pair of shorts and tee shirt and went into the living room. Amanda offered me a beer from the kitchen and invited me to the balcony with her. She reclined in a chaise lounging chair while I sat up in a chair and sipped on my beer. We chatted about her work and her life with Marsha. She was an exhibitionist and loved dancing and showing off her body. She actually got off on making the men in the audience horny for her. She loved to dance and titillate them. The club where she danced had a policy of not touching the dancers and no patronizing with clients. However, she was sure management knew that the regular clients had favorites that they saw outside the club and that the dancers, including Amanda, accepted some of the generous offers made by the upscale clients. Amanda had a regular clientele who called her on occasion for a rendezvous and which she gladly took them up on. They were generous to her and in return she made sure they were happy. None was too freaky for her. She did have an occasional bad experience with a new client but always managed her way through them and naturally never saw the client again. She enjoyed the sex and quite often had several orgasms during her liaisons, but more than anything she had a sense of satisfaction from making her clients happy. They were men of influence and she knew if she ever needed anything there were those who she could call on and who would come to her rescue.
As Amanda talked sometimes it seemed she was talking about herself and other time she sounded as if she was talking about both her and Marsha. As far as she was concerned Marsha was literally her mate and what she said applied to her as well. Eventually I picked up on the fact that as far as the prostitution was concerned both she and Marsha were in similar situations but each with their own set of clients. The time away from work and clients was spent together in every sense of the word. They genuinely loved each other and they devoted non-working time to one another. The sex with men was enjoyable but work none the less. To each other they were lovers in every sense of the word. Marsha had told her about her trip home and what happened between us. Because she and Marsha shared everything she felt comfortable in seducing me and looked forward to more.
We went out to dinner that evening and enjoyed a lovely meal and a great bottle of wine which we polished. Back at the apartment we naturally fell into each other’s arms and made our way to their bedroom. They had a king-size bed that Amanda and I were able to frolic on and fuck to our heart’s content. I undressed her and caressed her soft skin and firm though smallish breasts. Her nipples protruded from the cone shaped orbs and beckoned me to suck them between my lips and massage them with my tongues. I did not resist. I ran my hands over her back and down her waist, eventually unbuttoning her shorts and sliding them down her legs with her thong. She was accommodating and as the pants work down I went to my knees and buried my face in her crotch. She stepped back to the bed and sat back while holding my head and pulling me into her. I feasted on her soft flesh and sweet nectars enjoying the feel and the smell and the taste and sounds of sucking on her lips and clit. The clit protruded even more than her nipples, to my delight the largest I had ever seen and I loved feasting on it and bringing her to a boisterous climax. Amanda loved to yell and I was completely uninhibited as I later learned. She loved sex and loved her orgasms and had no qualms with others hearing her no matter who they were.
After she calmed down I crawled up on the bed next to her and enjoyed a leisurely fuck while lying on our sides facing each other. We came together and fell asleep in each other’s arms. We must have disengaged in the middle of the night. I woke up in the early morning with her back to my front spoon fashion with my right arm over her waist and my hand cupping a breast. My cock was nestled in the crack of her ass and getting hard from the stroking on my side and buttocks. But wait, those could not be her arms stroking me and kneading my flesh. I shook the cobwebs and opened my eyes to the dim outside light as I came to the realization that we were not alone. I rolled away a little and turned my head. Behind me and was Marsha with the biggest grin.
“Welcome to LA Lover!” was all she said as she locked her lips to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, pushing hard into her with my hand still cupping Amanda’s breast and my cock still touching her buttocks. Marsha’s hand reached over in search of my member, looking for that which had given her joy back home. She insinuated her hand between Amanda and I and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I moaned into her mouth and told her I could not last long like this. Amanda, sensing what was going on, turned a little towards us and whispered “Hi Sweetie” then dug her head and shoulder deeper into the pillow. Marsha smiled and rolled me towards her, putting me on my back, then squatted above me and impaled herself on my pole. Her cunt was slick and offered no resistance to my cock. The slickness was more than her natural lubrication could account for and I realized that it was full of spunk and that I was getting sloppy seconds. In its own weird way it felt wonderful and I was not complaining. At that point Amanda turned around and threw her left arm over my chest, making soft whimpering noises as she snuggled up to me. Marsha started alternating back and forth and up and down movements on my cock with her hands on my shoulders right above Amanda’s arm. She was doing her best to stimulate her clitoris on my groin without waking Amanda up, and for all appearances she succeeded. I played with Marsha’s tits and nipples while she continued to focus on fucking me. It took a lot of concentration on her part to be able to climax on top of me without waking Amanda, but that is precisely what Marsha did before collapsing on my other side.
My cock was still hard and Marsha, on resting, realized that she had gotten me excited with no relief. She nuzzled up to me, took my cock in hand, and whispered the question in my ear.
“Do you want to come. lover?”
“Yes, I do”
“Would you like me to bring you off like this?
“Yes, Please!”
“Do want me to keep stroking you up and down?” (Said as she nibbled on my ear)
“Yes!” I answered in a pleading tone.
“Didn’t you come already tonight with Amanda?”
“Not since you’ve been home and you just made me horny as hell”
“So how come you’re not turning around and stuffing it into her again?”
“Probably for the same reason you’re not still at your client’s house getting pumped full of his sperm”.
She let out a big hearty laugh. “Touché! I deserved that for teasing you so hard.” She bent her down toward my crotch.
“Speaking of hard, Ummm!” and she engulfed the head of my cock in her warm mouth. Acting like she could not get enough, she started moving her head up and down on my cock while she sucked in her cheeks to completely surround and massage the most sensitive parts while also twirling her tongue around the tip. I had already experienced her fantastic blowjob but this was a sudden reminder of how good she really is. Imagine the cock in a washing machine that is just the right size for it agitating on the gentle cycle and you start to get an idea of all the motions and sensations that I was experiencing. Marsha was an expert cock sucker and very eager. She was inhaling the mixed aroma of her cunt and Amanda’s cunt with deep breaths as if this was the most wonderful fragrance in the world, and to her it might well have been as I knew it was to me. I loved the aroma of her cunt and loved the different but equally intoxicating aroma of Amanda’s cut and could very well imagine what the two together would be like.
It took no time for me to climb to my peak and to explode in her mouth. One jet of warm white liquid after another was eagerly swallowed with her big eyes staring at me and the outlines of a grin around my cock pumping into her throat. She left no doubt that she enjoyed the blowjob and loved swallowing my cum. She moved up and down a few more times, with her hand in close pursuit of her lips, and her fingers on the underside of my cock squeezing the cum out of my tube on every upstroke until she milked every last drop out of me. She slowly let the softening prick fall out of her mouth, making a plop sound as it left her lips and letting it fall onto my stomach. With a big smile she crawled up on my body until she was prone on top of me and her lips were touching mine. She opened her mouth and engulfed my tongue and everything else she could suck in. She still had the buttery taste of my semen all over her mouth. I sucked on her lips and sucked in her tongue savoring the taste and feel of her mouth on mine. A few minutes later, with lips tongue sufficiently worked, she rolled off of me to my right side. Only then did I remember Amanda and realize that her arm was still over my chest. I looked at her and she was smiling as she nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
We both went to sleep. When I opened my eyes later in the morning it was Marsha who was still sleeping next to me. Amanda was up and out of bed. I looked at Marsha and started stroking her hair. She opened her eyes and smiled.
“Good Morning” she said in a soft voice.
“Good Morning to you sweetie. It has to be a good morning with you lying next to me. How are you feeling?”.
“Good. Really good”. She sighed and nuzzled up to me. “It had been a bad night until I came home. You made it all better.”
“How bad was it?”
“Are you sure you want to hear the gory details?”
“Yes. I want to hear everything about. I’m always turned on by sex stories so to hear them from you multiplies the excitement.”
“It doesn’t make you jealous? I always assumed the Older Generation would have great difficulty with the openness of my generation.”
“There is a lot you have to learn about the Older Generation. I ‘m beginning to suspect the stories will shock you. Suffice to say there is nothing you have done or thought of doing that we haven’t been through, and that includes me and your mother so on with last night. What happened?”
“I had a date with someone who was referred by a regular client. This client is very important and very generous to me, so I don’t ever want to disappoint him. That’s why I didn’t meet you at the airport. I hope Amanda being there didn’t disappoint you.”
“Not at all. In fact I was glad for the chance to get acquainted with her”.
“I bet you were” she said with a big grin. “So I go to this guys hotel room and find he has another guest there. I assumed we would be cool and casual until his friend left. Instead, as we were sipping our drinks, they brought up a threesome. We talked and they assured me that they would considerate and generous. I agreed to do it. After a strip dance I helped Bob – my client’s friend – out of his clothes while his friend Joe got himself naked. So there I was on the couch between the two of them and stroking both cocks as one kissed me then the other. They worked their way to my breasts and it felt wonderful. I was beginning to feel like I made a good decision when Bob pulled me up to his lap wanting to straddle him. I did and lowered myself on his cock and started to move around a bit. Suddenly I felt this finder with a minimum of lubrication poking me in…
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part 4
(This is, for now, the last of a 4 part series … I’ve left the door open for more, but don’t know when I will be able to write it).
By the time Mary came to visit us, 6 weeks after I moved to California, I had become well established as a pimp … I mean manager for Marsha and Amanda. In spite of my reservations about my new “job” I was attacking it with enthusiasm. My doubts about what I was doing were outweighed by my love for Marsha and fast growing affection for Amanda for I felt strongly that I could not let them down and had to do right by them. I’m not sure Mary agreed with me. Hell, I’m not sure anyone would have agreed with me, and I suppose most would take the cynical view that I was in it for the benefits. I would be hard pressed to deny that the fact that the sexual relationship was better than anything I ever dreamed of, and I would be the first to admit that it is possible this clouded my thinking. None the less I’m also convinced that there was a solid argument in favor of what I was doing.
My job was mainly to manage the girls’ schedule and income, and to screen any new clients. After Marsha’s rough outing on the eve of my first visit she was anxious to avoid falling into that trap again. She felt a lot better having me around to talk to her new dates and to watch out for her. Amanda felt the same way and both were grateful and showed their appreciation in every way they could. At first I lived with them and we all shared their king size bed, but within two weeks I knew I had to find my own apartment and moved one block away from them. It was a good setup and I still went to their house every day and spent some nights there, usually when both were home with no dates. I also accompanied them to the studio and was introduced to their producers and set supervisors. They told me later that attitudes towards them changed for the better after my visit. They were no longer seen as vulnerable or easy prey, and I suppose they were also no longer seen as being at the studio’s mercy. My presence in their lives gave the girls a confidence they loved, and by the time Mary arrived on her visit she had picked up on it. We picked her up at the airport and all went out to dinner, polishing several bottles of wine. By now there were no secrets between any of us, and the ladies were all sharing stories of their experiences. Marsha had picked up enough hints from me and from Mary to realize that her mother had a past not much different from her own, and had come to accept it and may have already been plotting what was to come, although it seemed that it was Amanda that orchestrated it.
It started innocently enough (some of the details here I would gather later with probing questions). Mary had gone to shower and come into the master bedroom in a short robe. Amanda was lounging on the bed when she came out, and as she watched Mary rub some lotion into her legs she offered to rub some on her back and shoulders. Mary accepted, and before long she felt the intense tingles of breathing on her nick and light kisses on her skin. Mary tensed for a second and then relaxed into Amanda’s chest. Amber brought her hands around to Mary’s breasts and started kneading them first over the robe and then inside it. It was not long before Mary was putty in Amanda’s hands.
Marsha and I were completely oblivious to what was happening. We had been necking and kissing and rubbing each other’s genitals when Marsh whispered that she wanted to move it to the bedroom while taking our cloths off. As we turned the corner we saw Mary laid out on the bed, legs spread slightly and knees drawn up, with Amanda prone between them and feasting on Mary’s pussy. We both stood in shock for a few minutes then I stared at Marsha to gauge her reaction. She was clutching onto my arm so tightly she cut off the circulation to my hand, and she was apparently at least momentarily stunned. It did not take her long however to relax her grip and look at me and smile. She tugged my arm and we made our way to the bed, slipping in on the other side away from the amorous couple. Mary’s breathing was very erratic now and very intense, and I knew she was on verge of an orgasm. Indeed it did not take long for her body to stiffen and convulse in a strong come. Amanda slowed down her ministrations but continued to slowly lick and suck Mary pussy while stroking her thighs and stomach. A few minutes later and at Mary’s urging she crawled up to lie beside her.
“That was beautiful Mom; I never realized it before but you are a beautiful woman.” Marsha said leaning towards her mother and Amanda as I laid next to her and stroked her shoulder and side. Amanda smiled.
“I agree, and she also tastes delicious, but you can judge for yourself” and as she said this she leaned over Mary and approached Marsha’s face. They locked lips for a minute, and then Marsha went to town licking Amanda’s face and sucking on her lips. Their tongues danced together and when they broke it up Marsha agreed that Mary tasted divine.
“You will have to drink some from the source, you know”.
“Yes, I know and I will, but right now John is getting me worked up and I need him inside me”. With that she turned towards me and pulled me on top of her. As I settled between her legs the head of my rigid cock nestled right between her swelling lips. Marsha maneuvered her hips to get the tip into her opening, and tried hard to make the entry deliberate and slow. I let the tip rest right at the opening and brought my lips to her face, kissing her and fondling her breasts. I glanced at couple next to us and saw they were engrossed in their own pleasure. They were lying side by side and each had a hand in the other’s crotch stroking it and running a finger up and down the slot. They were also exchanging kisses on the lips and on the neck and shoulders.
The scene next to me was not helping me in my effort to control the heat with Marsha. She as agitating for insertion and after a minute I turned my attention back to her and started to slow push my cock in. The head parted the walls of her vagina and folded in and around the invading shaft. The head continued a slow journey down the passage. I looked up at Marsha and saw her staring intently on me with a frown, as if silently pleading to get on with it. I continued my deliberate and slow entry and looked again at Mary and Amanda as I felt some movement there. Sure enough Mary was kissing her way down Amanda’s body, intended goal quite obvious now. Amanda had her eyes closed and was taking fast shallow breaths in reaction to the continuous light kisses Mary was planting on her on the way down. Marsha was oblivious to all of it. She had screwed her eyes shut and started jerking her hips up trying to get all of me inside her. Most of it was in and finally I relaxed my hips and plunged in the rest of the way. I pulled back out and started a steady rhythm. “Yes. Yes, fuck me harder please”. I looked over at Mary for a reaction and saw her look in surprise at her daughter’s voice and then smile and go back to Amanda’s pussy.
I fucked Marsha in a steady rhythm now focused on bringing us both to a peak. It did not take long, and just after Amanda had her release with Mary’s expert tongue Marsha arched her back and let out a low pitched groan as climbed over her peak. I speeded up my strokes as I too was on the verge of a climax, and pushed my cock all the way in to start the intense squirting of a large load of cum into the eagerly waiting pussy between Marsha’s legs. I barely kept from collapsing on Marsha and instead slowly rolled off of her while keeping one arm wrapped around her to draw her into me. As I did that she turned towards her mother and Amanda and all smiled at each other. She leaned over and kissed Amanda on the lips and then, as she pulled away from her friend, she brought her lips close to Mary’s face.
This was the moment of truth and Mary did not disappoint me. If she had any inhibitions about her or her daughters open sexuality it disappeared as she turned her face towards Marsh and let met her with open lips. The kiss was by far the most passionate of the night, with their tongues doing a long and intense dance. We watched as first Marsha’s tongue probed Mary’s mouth and then as it withdrew Mary’s tongue followed into Marsha’s mouth for her own delightful exploration. All this was happening on top of Amanda who was sandwiched between them. However, it did not take long for Amanda to slip out from under them and join me on my side, lying down next to me. She started stroking my cock while I ran my hand along her side and back. Mary and Marsha were stroking each other’s sides and shoulders and still locked in passionate kissing. Marsha’s hand worked its way to her mother’s crotch and slipped into the canal between her putting lips.
Mary continued to stroke her daughter a little longer but her mouth suddenly left Marsha’s and started working down her neck and shoulder. Marsha slipped first one and then two fingers into her mother’s cunt and proceeded to stroke the insides of her love canal, moving her fingers in and out of the very channel she came through into the world. As she did this she locked into dreamy gaze of her mother. It was as if she was rediscovering something from long ago, and in a way it was. By now Amanda‘s stroking was picking up speed and intensity, and my hand had worked its way to her snatch. She adjusted herself in front of me pushing her gorgeous ass into my crotch. As we both continued to watch mother and daughter, our lovers and now lovers in their own right as they worked to their first orgasms together, my cock found Amanda’s well lubricated cunt and slipped right in. Working my way up her channel was particularly intense, not only because it was Amanda with her beautiful tight butt fidgeting in my lap, and not only because the channel surrounding my cock was pleasantly firm and moist with a strong grip massaging my shaft, but also because this was happening while we watched Mary and Marsha start a new journey in their relationship, and all that entailed form the beautiful to the sublime to the forbidden. A devilishly thrilling taboo was being broken under our very eyes. Indeed, the thrill was magnified by the fact that we were part of it.
It did not take long for Mary’s mouth to work its way down Marsha’s stomach and to her pubic area. She planted kisses and all along Marsha’s inner thighs and mound, letting her tongue work its way into every crevice. The tip of her tongue worked its way between Marsha’s lips and down deep, clearly making its way into the vagina where her lips locked onto the moist flesh and lingered while her tongue worked in and out of the channel. She then moved a little further down, clearly rimming her daughter’s ass and again letter the tip penetrate the tight channel. Marsha was now fidgeting and moaning intensely, stroking her mother’s neck and back while Amanda and I remained engaged in a steady and slow fuck. Mary was going to town on her daughter’s cunt, her tongue now working its way back up to the clitoris and then alternating licks and sucks. As I built up towards a climax I slowed down my strokes to hold out longer. Marsha in the meantime was urging her mother to straddle her, moaning loudly and pleading with her Mary. “Please Mom, Please! I’ve got to taste you”. Mary, in her intense focus on Marsha’s clit seemed to resist at first but at last relented and moved her hips to straddle her daughter’s face. Marsha brought her hands up and around Mary’s waist, pulling her mother into her, just as Mary wrapped her arms around her daughter’s thighs to lock herself into the crotch she was feasting on. Mother and daughter were now fully engaged in licking and sucking each other. Marsha was intensely into sucking her mother’s cunt, doing so with gusto and with load moans interspersed with the occasional squeal from the intense tongue lashing her mother was giving her. It did not take long for both of them to reach their climax, both loudly moaning and squealing as their orgasms washed over them. They both convulsed through an intense climax, tightly gripping each other and then collapsing into one another. As this was happening Amanda and I also let go, she screamed and convulsed in her own orgasm as my cock pushed deep into her and I let go with my cum splashing around her cervix and into the deepest inner pockets of her cunt. Amanda screamed “I feel it. God, I feel you cum inside me“. I kept up with short jerky strokes as I unloaded into her. Marsha face was hidden under her mother’s butt but Mary turned and showed the slightest hint of a smile as she watched us come down off our climax.
This was intense, and over fresh glasses of wine we talked about what just happened. Mary expressed concern that she had engaged in the most forbidden of acts, but Marsha wrapped her arms around her mother and said she was so glad this has happened and that she felt more love for Mary right now that she over imagined possible. Mary was still concerned but beginning to relax. Amanda and I assured both of them that this was the most beautiful thing we had ever seen and that the love between them was obvious and undoubtedly enhanced the sex. I moved over next to Mary and hugged her telling her that I loved her now more than ever and thanking Marsha for bringing out the best in her mother.
Having worn each other out I left the girls and made my way home. The next day I learned they had all slept together and enjoyed more play and frolic with one another. Mary was radiant and relaxed. She loved being there and around the girls. She did say though that as nice as muff diving was it could never replace a man in her life. With that I invited her to spend the night at my place and she gladly accepted. We had a nice leisurely fuck that evening and another in the morning with Mary enjoying several orgasms with her eyes screwed shut, making me wonder if she was recalling the weekend activities with Marsha and Amanda.
By Tuesday we were all relaxed with one another and used to the new developments in our lives. Marsha and Amanda were filming that day, and Mary expressing an interest, was invited to the studio. I drove over there around 11 AM. We were accepted ushered right onto the set. As we walked in Marsha was off to the side while an athletic looking man with a rather large cock was stroking into Amanda’s cunt.
This went on for a while as we watched from the side. We eventually caught Marsha’s eye and she waved at us. She then stood up, disrobed and walked into the lights. She approached the bed and slipped in next to Amanda, letter her mouth immediately go to Amanda’s tits and locking her lips around a nipple. Her fingers worked down to Amanda’s clit while the large cock continued to stroke in and out.
Mary was holding only my arm and her grip was tightening around it, almost cutting off the circulation. It would relax and then tighten again when something changed. We were far enough that we could whisper and I asked her what she thought. She said she couldn’t believe the size of that cock and tensed even more when they changed position and the man went to his knees between Marsha’s thighs. Amanda was now working Marsha over getting her ready for the large cock, and as Marsha relaxed under Amanda’s ministrations the cockhead worked its way towards and into Marsha’s vagina. The fucking was typical for porn, with all positions and angles done to accommodate the camera. That also gave us a good view of the genital action and Mary’s gaze never left it. She was amazed that her daughter could take such a cock and wondered if she could handle it. The man eventually pulled out and turned towards Amanda who grabbed the cock and started a fast and intense blow job, aiming the head at Marsha’s torso. Suddenly the cum spurted out, flying to Marsha’s chin and then another squirt…
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