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Subject: Repost - The Photographer's Daughters [Revised][1/3] M/F
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Author s Notes:
This story was originally posted in May of 1996. I started writing in
January 1996, and this is the second story I posted on the Usenet.
I respond to all E-Mail, eventually.
If any segment is missing from your server, let me know. Request the
individual missing part, or file TPD_FP.TXT (exceeds 64K) for the
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This story is intended solely for the entertainment of adults, and may
contain words which depict acts of human sexuality.
If you are a minor as defined by your local political jurisdiction, a
postal inspector, or an asshole looking for trouble, please delete this
file before reading, and go away. In other words, void where prohibited
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living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended.
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***The Photographer's Daughters, by Observer***
(c)1996, all rights reserved - Revision edited by Chris
This is the ascii text version, complete in one file.
*****
The air was hot, muggy and dead. During the summer, Houston's weather
is like that. The damn landlord was late getting the air conditioning
fixed and I was dozing on the couch trying to catch some breeze. I had a
towel under my back to soak up the sweat. Except for the towel, all I
had about me was a light pair of shorts; the grey kind that shows all
your equipment.
The door to my apartment was open to allow whatever stray wind there
was to blow through. In my sleepy state I could hear Bob and Julie
clattering around coming back from the hotel swimming pool. Bob had some
kind of trade arrangement with the hotel involving pictures.
Bob 'The Fotog' Winstead lived across the inside landing from me, and
his apartment was a mirror image of my own.
I was halfway hard thinking about Julie, Bob's daughter. I had seen
Julie's fine, tight ass earlier in the day when she was getting into
Bob's car. Julie had a kid, looked 18, and was living with her dad until
she could get her round heels back on the ground. She also had a world
class body with a tiny waist and big hooters.
Bob kept a wary eye on his daughter. He wouldn't even let her date
until she got a place of her own. 'Not while Julie lives under my roof,'
as he so fervently put it. Asshole.
My forearm was resting on my brow so I could pretend to sleep and
still watch the door. Finally, Bob, carrying the kid, went past. Then
Julie appeared, hauling all the junk she lugged around for her little
girl, Cindy.
Julie paused on the landing and looked at me for a moment before going
into Bob's apartment. I hoped the cunt got her eye's full. I caught
another glimpse of her tight ass and trim legs as she walked away. Still
halfway hard, I just lay there dozing, thinking about hot pussy, cold
beer and the heat. I was hot and in more ways than one.
Then, at a half-heard sound, I opened my eyes and looked over toward
the door. The door was almost closed and Julie was leaning against the
bookshelf looking at me, a half-smile on her face and one leg cocked back
on a shelf. I got up like this happened all the time, and padded over to
her.
She still had on the bikini, and the garment cunts wear to and from a
swimming pool. But the wrap was hanging open, and most of her hot body
was showing. Without pausing for conversation, I cupped her head in my
hands as soon as I got to her, kissed her and started sucking on her
lower lip. She put her arms around me and was moving her crotch toward
my leg when Bob called her.
"Julie, Cindy needs you."
"Shit," she said in a whisper, then kissed me again.
As she turned away, she raised her voice to say, "OK, Dad, I'll be
right there," with a hint of frustration.
I caught her arm, and murmured passionately in her ear, "If the door's
unlocked, I'm here and you can visit. Anytime."
Julie didn't say another word as she left my apartment. But the swing
of her ass made me a promise as her body spoke all the words necessary.
The little bitch was hot. I could smell a lingering aroma of light
perfume and girl sweat. I wondered if Cindy really had a problem or if
Bob was just trying to keep me out of Julie's pants? Of course, I knew
the answer to that question.
I cussed a little under my breath as I closed the door and went to the
bedroom to get dressed. The picture of Julie's ass was clouding my
vision. That and her flat stomach. How the hell did she keep a flat
stomach after having a kid? The only stretch marks I had seen in my
brief appraisal were a few on the sides of her thighs that were just
about level with her cunt.
During the evening, I declined invitations to socialize. I went to the
bar I secretly owned and occupied my favorite bar stool. As I sipped my
beer I thought about Julie. My focus changed from her ass and stomach to
a picture of Julie's bushy cunt making a fat mound in her bikini bottoms.
My cock became erect in reaction to my erotic thoughts. Damn Bob anyway.
Like, 'Come on, Bob, what are friends for?'
When I got back late that night, all was quiet and Bob's door was
closed. I continued to entertain myself by having a phony conversation
with Bob.
'So why not leave me alone with your daughter, Bob? . . .
'Hey Bob, be a buddy. I wanna screw your daughter. . . .
'Oh come on Bob, she may be used, but she's not used up - Bob. . . .
'Sorry I mentioned it, Bob. . . .
'Geez, don't get mad, Bob. . . .
'Ok Bob, she's a nice girl. . . .
'Look Bob, I just want to do your daughter a favor, help her out so to
speak. Julie *needs* a good lickin' and a good dickin'. Trust me Bob.'
'Damn.' With a laugh, I changed into my sweat pants. After checking
to make sure the door was unlocked (just in case), I went back to the
prone position on the sofa. Then I tried to ignore my erection and get
some sleep.
In the wee hours of the night I suddenly awoke. A hand was over my
mouth and another hand was feeling my dick through my shorts. All I
could see in the dim light of the moon was a full head of reddish brown
hair and the hand that was massaging my dick - probably checking it for
size.
With hooded eyes, I pretended to keep sleeping, and waited to see what
Julie would do. 'Sorry Bob, I'm going to fuck your daughter bowlegged.
Deal with it, Bob.' I could smell her perfume, and a hint of her arousal.
My eyes flew open when she licked my stomach, tasting the salt. Then
Julie looked up to catch me watching her. She flushed in the moonlight
as I licked and kissed the hand covering my mouth. Releasing my cock and
moving her hand away from my face, she lay down on top of me. Her lips
parted as her mouth kissed me. I kissed and sucked on her lips as my
hands roamed her body. Except for the bikini wrap, which didn't cover
much, she was naked.
I cupped her plump, tight ass in my hands, then let my fingers work up
and down her back as we tried to glue our lips together. The little cunt
fed me her tongue, and sucked on mine in return. Then Julie pulled back
a little and whispered, "I don't know what's come over me."
'Yea, right,' I thought to myself. 'I know what's come over you,' I
grinned to myself as I started licking her neck. 'Your hot, throbbing,
slut pussy woke you up. Your hungry cunt said - "Find me some dick, feed
me!"'
Flipping her over onto her back and dropping my pants with virtually
the same motion, I whispered in her ear as I rubbed her body with mine
and ran my shaft up and down her wet, slick, promised land. Julie's legs
had already opened slightly to accept me, but I could feel she was not
completely ready for mounting.
"You've been cooped up too long without any loving, sweet baby," I
whispered, "Nobody has to know what we do." I knew her need was
overwhelming. She had taken a major risk by sneaking into my apartment.
"I don't kiss and tell," I murmured in her ear as my hands gentled her
with tender caresses. "We're going to make love now and nobody will ever
know except you and me."
Julie visibly relaxed. Her ankles found the backs of my knees as she
let her legs spread farther apart. She used her hands on my shoulders to
brace herself. Looking up at me with a smile and half of her attention,
her crotch started shifting around searching for my tumescence.
'This must be a favorite game of hers,' I thought. We played bump and
tickle for a few moments. Then reading the expression on her face, I
allowed her hole to find the head of my cock. 'Some other day I might
play the game and make her beg for it.'
I gently moved just a part of the head of my dick between her swollen
labia, coating my erection with her overflowing juices. Looking down at
Julie's pretty face, I thought, 'This is one fuck to be remembered for a
lifetime.'
"Be gentle with me," she breathed, "I haven't made love since Cindy
was born." With her mother watching her in Arizona, and Bob watching her
here, the latter part of what she said could very well have been true.
But I didn't really think she wanted me to be too gentle.
"Of course," I lied, as I moved deeper into her well. Julie had a
juicy well-used pussy, with a mind of its own. It still took three good
strong strokes to get all of me into all of her.
As I sank deep into her body, I felt her use her hands to get the
leverage to bow her back and completely open her crotch to my probing
shaft. Julie may not have had the tightest pussy I had ever screwed, but
there was something to be said for experience.
Suddenly, even though Julie was trying to keep me within her, I pulled
out. Pushing aside her clutching hands, I knelt down between her legs to
give her clitoris something to think about. I wanted this bitch's pussy
and clitoris to remember me, and remember me well.
Quickly I sucked her erect and throbbing clit into my mouth. I found
it to be as large as one of her nipples, turgid and full. After giving
her quivering little bud a power suck, I shifted to a round robin move of
my tongue followed up by a rapid flick back and forth.
Then I lowered my mouth and coated my lips with some of her juices.
Her musk smell was light but heady, and I could tell she had touched up
her pubes with just a hint of perfume. 'Nice touch, and *very*
considerate,' I thought.
She responded to my moves with pelvic spasms, and had to bite her
tongue to stifle her cries. Mounting her again, I let her taste her own
fluids as I kissed her. It was time for my 'Japanese Special.' This was
something I had learned while in Japan, and it almost never failed to
bring a positive response. But if it did fail, I would simply go back to
eating her.
First, I inserted about an inch of my cock into her aching cunt.
Holding at that depth, I revolved my ass, generating a corkscrew motion.
Next, I slowly moved in and out of her clasping vagina, allowing just one
or two inches of my dick to penetrate her sweet pussy while continuing to
rotate.
Gradually I increased the speed of my movements, then, unexpectedly I
rammed the full extent of my cock up her tube. Pausing for a brief
second, I pulled back to a shallow depth and started revolving and moving
in and out as before.
Then I started cycling the movements. After six to eight of the
shallow corkscrew moves, I would tantalize her with a little more of my
cock, but never more than briefly.
Julie was sweating, groaning and holding on, whispering, "Fuck me you
bastard, eat me, screw me, give it to me, oh shit, oh my Goooda." The
little bitch knew how much dick I had from the initial penetration. Now I
was holding back, making her work for it.
And work she did.
Julie humped her way to the climax she had been needing for many long
months. Too quickly she found satiation. But she was unable to prolong
her ecstasy. With her hot box demanding cock and getting it, her only
thought was to cum. And if possible, cum again.
I switched tactics and started pounding hard and deep.
As I did so, I began whispering in her ear. I knew that talking to
her was what she needed to reach her goal. Julie didn't surprise me at
all when she responded to everything I said.
"Your pussy is soooo hot," I whispered.
Her leg muscles and strong arms tried to pull all of me inside her as
she fervently said, "God, I can feel it all the way up inside me."
"You're sucking the cum out of me. So tight."
". . .Stretching. Ohhhhh."
"I'm going to cum in your sweet pussy."
"Unhhh, oh deeper, fuck me."
"Cum sweet lady. Cum for me. Suck me with your pussy."
"Ohhh, I am. Oh it feeeeelsss gooooood.
Now I really was pounding the little bitch's pussy. She was taking
everything I had to give, and begging for more. With a series of small
shudders, building up to more major ones, she convulsed with her climax.
Holding me against her body with unexpected strength, her cunt turned
into a sea of oil and tightness as she came.
At her peak, she shifted her pelvis and pulled up so the the bottom of
her pussy was hard against the head of my throbbing shaft. Then she
started literally sucking my cum out. I shot long streams of pent up cum
into the pit of her belly, gasping and shuddering with my own pleasure.
As Julie felt the heat of my release shooting into her womb, she
convulsed even harder, making inarticulate noises with her open mouth. It
would be a long time before this young woman forgot our passion.
As we both came down from the heights, we started kissing. And I
sucked on her lower lip to prolong the sharp sensations she was still
feeling. Leaving my deflating cock inside her, I rotated my pelvis a
little to make sure I had injected all of my semen into her.
She held onto me, kissing me back and whispering, "Ooh that was good.
I needed that. Oooooohhhh thank you."
The bitch was grateful. 'Guess I'll have to fuck her again when I
have the time.'
I laughed to myself. 'Shit, I'd need a baseball bat to keep her
away.'
Most of Julie's brains were between her legs. I knew she would find a
way to get around Bob and get some more of what I had just given her.
I finally got tired of the shit, and pulled out, dragging my deflated
but still somewhat tumescent cock across her thigh, leaving a trail of
sticky mixed substances. Pulling the towel out from under her, I dropped
it on her overflowing crotch.
As she stood, she put the towel between her legs and started cleaning
herself with one hand and hugging me with the other. She must have found
a lot to sop up, because it seemed to take minutes, while she kissed
around on my face, licked my neck and hugged me with her free arm.
"Thank you, I really needed that," Julie whispered in my ear while she
was licking.
"I know you did darlin, and remember, this is just between you and me.
I'm glad I could make you feel good. You made me feel good too." I gave
her my most boyish grin, and patted her on the ass to show that I, too,
was pleased.
'He can keep a secret, huh?' You could see the wheels turning in her
head as she thought about it.
"I don't know if we can do this again," she lied. "Daddy watches me
all the time." Well, that was the truth, but I was sure she would find a
way.
After a few more whispered lies about us probably not having a chance
for a repeat, she handed me the towel and walked to the door on wobbly
legs. Giving me a sweet look over her shoulder, she sneaked back into
Bob's apartment.
'Maybe we can't do it again,' I thought. 'Bullshit, that cunt's pussy
will be barking and talking to her all day, every day. Now that Julie
has had some meat in her again, the only way Bob is going to keep her
celibate is to shoot her.'
And right I was.
I screwed Julie two dozen times over the next six weeks. Then she got
her own apartment, and another boyfriend. He was some guy who owned a
body shop, had plenty of money, and treated her like a lady.
Fool!
The hot-assed little cunt still came sniffing around as often as she
could, even after she got engaged. The last time I fucked her was the
day before her wedding, a goodby screw for old time's sake.
*****
While I was still plugging Julie every once in a while, her sister
Wendy showed up. I don't know if Bob ever figured out I was banging
Julie. He never let on that he did. Be that as it may, he damn sure
guarded Wendy like she had Fort Knox between her legs.
Wendy was sixteen. Sweet sixteen - sure she was. Shit, Wendy was as
much a slut as her sister, and then some. But she ignored me, and I
ignored her.
I could smell it on her. I could see it in the move of her ass when I
caught a glimpse of her walking away from me. I waited, thinking it was
just a matter of time before her pussy started giving orders just like
her sister's had done.
Bob relaxed his guard after Wendy and Julie both snubbed me one
evening while Julie was visiting. He started talking to me again without
shotgun eyes - scheming little bitches.
My break came one night when Bob was out doing his photography thing.
About four weeks after Wendy hit town Bob had to do a night photo gig. He
asked me to keep an eye on his daughter. Both our doors were open to the
landing, and I could hear her bitching at Bob.
"I'm a grown woman, and I do *not* need a babysitter, especially not
that asshole."
"Watch your mouth Wendy. He's not a babysitter, I just want someone
around in case something happens."
"Nothing's going to happen. I don't like that son-of-a-bitch," Wendy
screamed. Lying bitch.
"Keep your voice down, he's my friend (right!). If anything happens
where you need help, you *will* ask him for it. Leave the door open so
he can hear. I've got to leave and you damn well better do what I say."
The last comment came in a shout as Bob walked out of his apartment,
glancing into mine where I was busy ignoring everything, reading on the
couch. He said his goodbyes somewhat apologetically. I said adios, and
waited. The little cunt might need some help, and I had just the helper,
hanging.
Two beers and about an hour later, the music level from Bob's
apartment suddenly blasted out a rock song with the volume cranked up. I
dashed over to the door with a third beer fresh in my hand, ready to chew
the little bitch's ass out and make her turn down the sound. She was
dancing in the middle of Bob's living room, wearing a light silk robe
that reached down to her knees.
"Turn it down Wendy. You'll wake up the whole damn neighborhood."
"It's too early for anyone to be asleep,' She said brightly, "Gimme a
beer and I'll be good."
Without hesitation, I held out the one in my hand, "It's fresh, I just
popped the top." Wendy turned down the volume to a mild roar, walked
over to where I was standing in the door, grabbed the beer and took a
deep chug.
"Jeezzz, that tastes good. Daddy won't let me drink." Gone was all
trace of animosity. The scheming bitch had set it up perfectly.
Eyeing me over the bottle, I could see her sway in time to the music
as she looked me over. The little slut was taking hungry gulps from the
cold beer and even hungrier gulps with her eyes.
Wendy was no stranger to a beer, or to a hard cock.
I told her I was going to go get another beer, which I did. When I
got back, she was on the couch with her feet up on the sofa table, just
finishing the first beer I had given her. I handed her the extra one I
had brought with me and sat on the couch sideways to watch her greedily
drink it, her full lips molded to the bottle.
Wendy was a lusher version of Julie. Her robe clung to her body as
she lay back on the couch. The young woman had big breasts, a small
waist, and a pelvic region that was made for fucking and making babies.
Her auburn hair was tangled up from dancing, but looked recently brushed
to a fine sheen. Below the end of her robe I noticed she had on hose and
no shoes.
The little cunt had on full war paint, expertly applied with emphasis
on her full lips. The bitch's cunt was barking, snapping, and talking to
her. And Wendy was listening.
I leaned back on the couch and stuck one leg up on the table, giving
her a shot of my crotch and a peek up the short leg of my workout pants,
the ones I had been wearing when I nailed her sister. I was in bare feet
and had on a T-shirt. Wendy took the bait, glancing sideways at me while
we silently drank beer.
What was I going to say? 'Hey slut, I'm going to fuck your hot pussy
until you scream.' Now that was a thought. But I held my tongue, sure
in the knowledge that her new pussy was sweet talking better than I
could.
As we finished our beer, I went into Bob's john to get rid of it.
When I exited the toilet, I was astonished to see Wendy laying on the
bed, robe open, exposing her nylons, garter belt and more.
'Nylons and garter belt!!! Where the fuck did she get those?' Her arm
was covering her eyes, a trick I knew all about. For certain she was
watching my reaction. The nubile little bitch had put her panties on over
the garter belt, and they were pulled up and away, exposing her hairy
pussy to my avid gaze. Her panties were obviously positioned for easy
removal.
In three steps I was on her. Pushing my leg between her thighs and
up, I gave her hot pussy something to work on as I covered her body with
mine. Her arms pulled me tight as I stuck my tongue down her willing
throat. Wendy's full, hard tits pressed against my chest through the
thin T-shirt. Grinding her crotch against my leg, the young girl wiggled
and squirmed to let her body feel mine.
As I reached down and started playing with her sopping wet brains, the
damn phone rang.
Wendy pushed me aside, was up with a bound, and answered it on the
second ring. I followed her and while she talked with her father I
kissed her on the back of her neck and rubbed my hardness up the crack of
her ass.
"Oh Hi, daddy . . .
"No Daddy, I haven't seen him except once . . .
"No, I think he's drinking beer in his apartment, yuck . . .
"Oh daddy, I don't care if you drink the stuff, I just don't like it
(right!!!!) . . .
"Uh, sure Daddy, I'm fine, just watching TV . . .
"Ok, Daddy, 15 minutes, I'll be waiting."
All during the time she was talking to her father, she was grinding
her ass back against my prick and moving her tits around as I pinched and
squeezed her nipples.
*****
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From: observer@onramp.net (observer)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Repost - The Photographer's Daughters [Revised][2/3] M/F
Date: 20 Jun 1996 02:14:08 GMT
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Author s Notes:
This story was originally posted in May of 1996. I started writing in
January 1996, and this is the second story I posted on the Usenet.
I respond to all E-Mail, eventually.
If any segment is missing from your server, let me know. Request the
individual missing part, or file TPD_FP.TXT (exceeds 64K) for the
complete story in one text file, or TPD_F.WPD for the Word Perfect
version. Be sure and use the title of the story in the subject line.
This story is intended solely for the entertainment of adults, and may
contain words which depict acts of human sexuality.
If you are a minor as defined by your local political jurisdiction, a
postal inspector, or an asshole looking for trouble, please delete this
file before reading, and go away. In other words, void where prohibited
by law. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance herein to persons
living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended.
*****
***The Photographer's Daughters, by Observer***
(c)1996, all rights reserved - Revision edited by Chris
This is part two of three parts.
*****
After hanging up the phone, she turned and put her arms around me.
Cuddling up to me, she murmured, "He'll be here in fifteen minutes."
"I heard."
"He sleeps like a rock when he's been drinking." Scheming little
bitch, she was hot for it.
"And I want another beer." Wendy held her face up to be kissed.
While we kissed, she continued to grind against me. 'That's not all you
want,' I thought, as my hard cock pushed into her tender belly.
"Tell him to use the bed tonight so you can watch TV," I said
helpfully, "And I'll have a cold one waiting when he goes to sleep." I
knew Bob liked to sleep on the sofa of his one bedroom apartment and let
his girls have the bed. That meant he was between them and the door.
"I already thought of that," said Wendy. 'I bet you did,' I thought
to myself with a grin.
"OK, gorgeous young lady, till then," I said with a lewd grin. After
I gathered up the beer bottles, I went back to my apartment with certain
knowledge. If Bob passed out on the bed, cock and cunt were getting
together that night, for certain.
Bob came home and a long hour passed. I killed time reading and tried
to ignore my hard cock. Just as I thought the bitch had chickened out,
the door opened and Wendy stuck her head in grinning from ear to ear.
"It's in the fridge," I whispered, motioning toward the kitchen. In a
flash, Wendy was in my apartment, door carefully closed behind her, and
headed for the beer.
Wendy came back swigging beer as she walked. She perched on one arm
of the couch and looked me over as she continued to drink.
While she had been in the kitchen, I had moved around and put one leg
up onto the sofa. Then I had carefully arranged how my hard cock looked
in my pants. Leaning against the back of the coach, my equipment was
indecently presented. This was meant to give her pussy something to think
about.
We just sat there for few long minutes, Wendy drinking her beer, and
both of us eating each other with our eyes.
She was wearing the same clothing as before. Lewdly posed, the cunt
had allowed her robe to gape open, displaying her nylons and garter belt.
Part of her big breasts were revealed, and her navel winked at me from
the platform of her flat tummy.
The little bitch was sitting on the arm of the chair, crotch pressed
down against the ridge, getting hotter by the minute as her leg swung
back and forth. I just sat there smiling (smirking inside) giving her
hot looks and showing her my thinly covered tumescent cock as she curled
her full lips around the bottle, something she seemed to have practiced.
Then, after putting the half empty bottle down on the floor, she
jumped me. Landing hard against my body, her fat pussy found my knee to
grind against while she tried to stick her tongue down my throat with
zero finesse.
Searching for every sensation she could find, the little cunt pushed
her bra up and exposed her full breasts. Wendy held her breasts up to be
sucked and gobbled, pushing first one then the other into my greedy
mouth. All the while she was grinding her pussy against my hard knee.
With a muffled 'squeal' from Wendy, I flipped her onto her back and
dove for her pussy, ripping her panties from her legs as I did so. I
decided to leave the garter belt and nylons untouched as they
picture-framed her crotch nicely. She humped her pelvis to meet my
hungry mouth, which found her saturated loins completely open and well
past body hot.
Focusing on Wendy's turgid clitoris with my sucking mouth, I decided
to give her an oral climax - make her cum that way. If possible, I
wanted to give her pussy something to remember me by, and an incentive to
come back for more.
After making sure her clit knew I was in the neighborhood, I swiped my
tongue up the middle of her crotch, starting just above her asshole. In
a sweep up and around but not touching the hard little bud, I started
back down, working my tongue from side to side as I continued.
As I ate her pussy, I used my middle finger to gently flick her anus
in a tugging motion.
Using my hands, I then levered her legs up and back (with no
resistance from Wendy), opening and exposing all of her aromatic crotch
to my ministrations. I used the full extent of my tongue to lick up each
side of her gaping pussy, this time ending each sweep of my tongue with a
flick on her swollen clitoris. This caused her to hunch up against my
mouth to prolong the contact.
Memories of Julie, and now Wendy's reaction, confirmed that women in
her family were talkers, as she said gutturally, "Ungh, shiiiiii, eat me,
oh God that feels good."
The young woman was obviously having a religious experience. So I
started humming an old church song as I began focusing on her more than
ready and delighted clitoris. It was time for the grand finale, a
combination of moves performed at the same time.
While humming, "Ah mummm za de gummmm, haa sum, taa dum," I sealed my
lips around her clitoris and started tugging with them, while at the same
time rotating, flicking up and down, and back and forth with my tongue.
One finger found her asshole, my thumb her vagina, giving both of her
holes something to squeeze against. Continuing to rotate and flick my
tongue against her slick, hard, clit, I sucked more forcefully with my
lips and kept humming.
When I gently squeezed her tumescent and quivering sexual core with my
teeth then went back to sucking, flicking and humming, she climaxed.
Sucking air into her lungs with an audible "Ungggggghhhh," Wendy
started bucking against my mouth.
Just like her sister, Wendy had had only her own [added] hands and
fingers as company for too many weeks. She quickly exploded against my
face with hard, racking convulsions and groans coming from somewhere deep
in her chest. Her hands tangled in my hair, holding me against her
loins as I rode her to completion with my mouth.
As she started to get too sensitive, pushing me away from her
crotch, I vaulted on top of her, found her open hole and began pushing my
cock home up into her vagina - beyond, if I could. Her eyes flew open
and she halfheartedly tried to get out from under me as I drilled into
her wet, slick opening. This brought fresh gasps from her throat, and
complaints from her mouth.
"Neee, NO, not *in* me, dammit," as she feebly wiggled and squirmed to
get out from under my pressing weight.
I easily held her in position. Blocked on one side by the sofa back
and on the other by my shifted weight, the bitch changed tactics,
relaxing and trying to talk me out of it. No chance of that, I was well
home, using her, fucking her tight little box and driving for my own
release.
"Oh please don't cum in me. Don't cum in me," she said plaintively.
When that didn't work, she changed tactics again as I continued to iron
out the wrinkles in her tight, teenaged pussy.
Harshly she said, "Pull out, dammit. Nobody has ever cum in me except
my boy friend," she lied. That didn't work either. Her words just
caused my cock to get bigger and longer. I was blasting her apart with
hard, deep, strokes.
"Ohhhhh, your thing's too big," she kept lying, "Please get it out of
me. I don't want to get pregnant." Wendy switched back to plaintive.
"You brute, you're hurting me."
My only reaction was to fuck harder and talk back. "Jessssus, your
pussy is hot and wet," I whispered in her ear. "Take that cock. Fuck me
back. Go for it." I truthfully thought she was playing a game. Her
mouth and her pussy were singing different tunes, and I was listening to
the music from her cunt.
For, all the while, her crotch, with a mind of its own, was pushing up
at me, taking all I had to give, grinding in circles and sucking on my
shaft. Her labia lips, thick and blood engorged, clung to me as I
pounded in and out of her open, upthrust loins.
"Don't worry about it," I hissed into her ear.
That would give her something to chew on as I worked completely into
the bottom of her cunt, full into her belly. With that misrepresentation
to mollify her a bit, her cunt took over completely and the little bitch
tried to suck my dick into her body, balls and all. Humping up, her
pussy clamped down on me with unexpected strength as I pressed against
the bottom of her vagina and started grinding to shoot my body hot baby-
making seed into her.
Hard against her cervix, balls deep in her belly, I could feel the
hard nubbin of her open and receptive womb rubbing around the head of my
dick as I strove to give Wendy the contents of my balls. With a short in
and out move announcing my peak, her pussy clamped down harder as her
hands found my ass and pulled me tight, eyes in slits as she concentrated
on making me cum.
From the convulsions I felt emanating from her clasping vagina, the
little slut was having a cum of her own, the second one in less than six
minutes.
My body hot seed shot like a cannon into the back of her pussy, deep
against her womb opening. Her eyes flew open as she realized I was
seeding her belly, possibly making her pregnant unless I was sterile, or
she was lucky. But in the throes of her own somewhat smaller than before
orgasm, she was powerless to get away from my erupting shaft.
Long strands of hot cum shot directly against the nubbin of her womb,
insuring at least some of my sperm would find their way into her tubes in
the hunt for her egg. Her age, cute body, and the "Don't knock me up"
game I thought we were playing all served to make me shoot more into her
than I knew I had. She convulsed with every spurt of my body hot seed
as I used her as a vessel for my sperm.
My cock and balls were depleted - emptied into her open and receptive
belly. I lay on top of her resting, my semi-hard cock corking her hole
and keeping my hot fluids pushed up inside her still spasming tube and
draining into her womb opening. Wendy was gasping and squirming as her
own roller coaster ride came to an end.
Finally, she pushed me away and we both stood up. She tried to slap
me, her face distorted by hate as she said, "You bastard, you lied to
me." ('Of course I did, you stupid cunt')
"I thought you had on a rubber."
I caught her arm, and pulled her to me, reaching around to gently pat
her on the ass, pushing my finger into the crack. Then shifting around
as she started to cry against my chest, I played with her pussy, feeling
my seed flowing like a river from her still open cunt. She was a mess
between the legs.
Down from my orgasm, I started to think again. Aghast that I might
indeed have knocked up the little bitch, I frantically tried to think of
something to say or do to deflect the problem.
"Sweet thing, you're *such* a good piece, I couldn't resist your
charms," I said crudely, as she sobbed against my chest. "And a really
good, hot, fuck."
Then, holding her at arms length, I told her coldly, "But if you think
you're pregnant, maybe you better get your hot ass back to Arizona, and
get your boy friend to fuck your little snapper so you'll have somebody
to blame."
As her face contorted with new hate, I went on, "You asked for it, and
I gave it to you. If it was more than you bargained for, that's your
problem. You used me, and your pussy loved it."
"Bastard," was all Wendy could say as her shoulders slumped and she
left my apartment.
I never saw her again, thank God. She was gone two days later. Six
weeks went by and Bob told me Wendy was going to get married in a few
days. He asked me to keep an eye on his apartment as he left for the
airport. I promised him I would.
Nine months to the day after I screwed the little slut, Bob told me he
had another grandchild, a bouncing baby girl. I congratulated him without
commenting on the dates, as he left for the airport to visit his new
grandchild. A grandchild that was the product of the one time his
daughter's cunt and my cock had managed to get to know each other.
*****
Meanwhile, Julie was still sneaking over for a screw as often as she
could. When Bob went to Arizona to give pregnant Wendy away, Julie was
on the same plane but came back early. Then while Bob was taking care of
some family business back in Phoenix, Julie found reason to check on
Bob's apartment nearly every evening, and get a dick injection from me at
the same time.
Over time, I got a more or less complete story from Julie. According
to Julie, Wendy was the hot pants in the family. She'd had a Mexican
abortion when she was just fifteen - apparently this was easy to arrange
since Phoenix is just a few hours away from the border - and was getting
married to the boy who had knocked her up the first time. Julie was sure
her little sister was pregnant again. I just snickered to myself
listening to her gossip about her family. Her mother seemed to have a
new boyfriend every other month. Apparently hot pants ran in the family.
Julie, at least according to Julie, was as pure as the driven snow up
until her high school prom. Under the influence of alcohol, Bob's older
daughter gave up her cherry to her sweetheart. He turned out to be a
cad, leaving her stuck with Cindy, her daughter.
Bob had left the family a few years before ('Probably caught his wife
screwing a neighbor,' I thought), and deprived his daughters of the
emotional support of a father. Gosh, it made me want to cry.
I suspected Julie confided in me rather than her fiancee. Telling me
got it off her chest, and she could gauge my reactions to her story
before sharing her heavily edited version with Eric. I never did find
out what Julie told him. And I really didn't give a damn. Her hot pussy
and sucking mouth could drain gallons of cum from the wellspring of my
dick, and that's all that mattered.
I did get the idea that Julie didn't consider me to be ready for
marriage, or the story might have been different. At the time, I
shuddered to think she might have got after my young ass. Later on I
wasn't so sure that would have been all that bad.
Anyway, about two months before Wendy got married, Julie went off the
pill. This led [sp] to a major fight, because I don't like rubbers.
Condoms are OK if you think your partner might have some kind of disease,
but Eric [revised] and Julie had already had their blood work, and were
clean, as was I.
So I get this story about Julie wanting to give Eric a kid right away.
She seemed to think this was the best way to tie him and his money up
for good. He had inherited a chain of body shops from his dad, and
obviously knew a lot more about cars than women. Eric was actually a
pretty nice guy, who had not a clue that his darling Julie was putting
horns on his head as often as possible.
Since I didn't like rubbers, except when necessary, I decided to teach
her to suck me. The first stage of that would be to train her to take my
cock in her mouth while I was eating her out. My oral talent was
probably the real reason the little bitch got in my face as often as she
could sneak over. Lordy that girl could cum when I was head down in her
crotch.
While I was in an inverted position and licking her clit, I poked my
dick at her mouth. She dodged my cock and started trying to climax by
humping up at my mouth harder.
I didn't buy that act. Pulling away from her pussy, I looked down my
torso at her face. Her eyes were closed. My middle finger found her
hole, and I gently inserted just the tip in her, and worked my digit up
and down the slit, keeping her hot but not letting her cum.
"Kiss my cock Julie," I urged her. My reward for that request was a
frown as she tried to work up enough feeling from just my finger to cum.
I slowed my movement to a crawl.
"Fair's fair darling, I need some encouragement. Kiss the end of my
dick and lick it."
Julie opened her eyes and glared at me. I was not discouraged or put
off. "Hey babe, it doesn't bite, and you better not either," I said as I
eased the end of my dick against her mouth, giving her a taste of my
leaking precum.
Julie turned her head away and just lay there for a few minutes while
I patiently moved my finger up and down her wet pussy lips, drawing
circles around but never touching her clitoris. Slowly she revolved her
head and almost went cross-eyed trying to look at my stiff cock.
"Come on baby, I really want to get back to nibbling your sweet pussy,
you know how I like to eat you. . . .
"Feel how hot your pussy is on my finger. . .
"You're leaking all over the place. . .
"I know you really need it, and I want to get back to eating your hot
little box. . .
"Just wrap those hot lips of yours around the end of my dick for a
minute to encourage me."
Moving my leg over to give her head something to lean on (we were
sideways to each other), I continued in the same vein. Julie just stared
at my cock, mesmerized.
"It just needs a little kiss, sweetie. . . .
"Lick the end. See how it's shedding tears. It's crying for you. . .
"Do it Julie, it's naaasssssty." On that note, I let my tongue find
the turgid and quivering bud of her sex, nipping at it lightly and
rimming her asshole with my wet finger.
That must have done the trick, because my delighted dick suddenly
found itself encased in the hottest mouth of all time. My good buddy Bob
had a daughter with the hottest oral interior known to man. Her mouth
felt 10 degrees hotter than anything I had ever experienced before. I
almost shot down her throat. Instead, I decided to be patient, one step
at a time.
Pulling my cock out of Julie's face was not easy, but I did it. I
rewarded her for sucking me with a couple of quick deep thrusts into her
pussy with my tongue, then back to the oral nip and suck routine between
my mouth and her pussy. As usual, she bucked and snorted to a powerhouse
cum, after which I put on a damn condom and rode off in her pussy.
Improvements were definitely needed.
The next time she came over, I prolonged the foreplay to the point
where she wanted me to eat her or fuck her or use a doorknob - or
whatever.
"I'm sooo hot," she said in a little girl voice. Then in a voice that
could never be remotely associated with a little girl's, "Fuck me with
your big thing."
"Hmmm, not yet baby, I'm too busy sucking your sweet titties and
playing - 'whack' - with your tight little ass. Mmmmm, your pussy
feeeellllsss sooooo gooooood, to my finger."
"You bastard," she said gutterally. "Then eat me, dammit."
I had the little cunt so hot you could have lit matches on her
privates. "Kiss my cock a little first, sweet girl. I wanna feel your
hot mouth wrappppped around my manhood." I tried to sound as erotic as
possible.
Julie scarcely resisted as I moved around and put her head in my lap.
"Take my tasty cock in your hot nasty mouth and move your tongue
around." I could see a twinge of trepidation in her eyes. Her mouth
moved as she tried to work up the courage to take the plunge. I
patiently gave her time to deal with her fear and inhibitions.
When I thought the time was right, I said gently, "Take it in your
mouth. Just taste it." All Julie could do was look at my cock, again
mesmerized. More direct measures were now in order.
"Suck me, now!" I spoke with crack in my voice as I crammed the head
of my one eyed monster against her slightly parted lips. With only a
slight hesitation and a dirty look up at me, Julie accepted my manhood
between her full lips. Inhaling about two inches, she started revolving
her tongue against the underside of my cock, pulling substance up my
urethra and out into her oral cavity.
Well over body hot, her mouth was like a furnace. Never before or
since has a mouth been able to bring me so close to an orgasm so fast
from heat alone. At that point in time I almost decided to cut Eric out
if I could - almost.
Moving my now brick hard cock a short distance in and out of Julie's
oven-like mouth, I fought off my orgasm as best I could. This seemed a
truly unique experience that should be prolonged as long as possible.
"Don't you dare cum in my mouth," said Julie, pulling off me for a
moment. She was still unsure about her role as a newly-born cocksucker.
Glaring at me for a moment, then inhaling my happy cock again, she nursed
on me for another few moments while I tried to find my voice.
Finally, I was able to say, "No, not this time. Stop, stop sucking
me." There was an audible slurp as I pulled out of her mouth. Flushing
with slight embarrassment, Julie rolled over and opened herself up to me
as I shifted around on the couch.
Mounting her body and gently moving my penis in and out of her needy
hole, I kissed her on the lips that had so recently provided a home for
my tumescence. Julie relaxed and started moving with me, sharing the
experience of our yin and yang, cock and cunt, opening, driving, moving
sideways up and down and all around to let every part of her hole share
in the experience.
"Your mouth was made for a man's crotch," I said with obscene
conviction.
"You bastard, making me suck your nasty thing." Julie countered with
equal certainty.
We were eating each other's lips and whispering as we talked. Our
loins moved with the precision of well-rehearsed dance partners. Her
tunnel and my shaft were a perfect fit, each for the other - and we both
damn well knew it.
"Your mouth is hot, hotter than hot." In spite of the always familiar
and always different feel of her hot, clasping, vagina, I continued to
press for more. In my bones, I knew that as soon as she married Eric, it
would be over.
"I felt like a whore."
I pulled back to grin at her. "With your mouth, I'd pay whatever it
costs."
That earned me a lip bite, as my cock was gradually absorbed into the
depths of Julie's belly.
"Giving Eric a kid is one thing. But I guarantee, with your mouth he
may not want to leave the house. Do that enough, and he may not be able
to leave the house." Hastily, I pulled my mouth away to avoid another
bite out of my lip.
"Look me in the eyes Julie." I held her eyes with mine. "Sucking a
man's dick is the absolute best way to own him, lock, stock and barrel.
You suck Eric like you just sucked me, and I predict permanent married
bliss. Your biggest problem may be getting Eric to go to work, no
kidding."
"Does that include you?" she asked quite reasonably with a coy smile
on her lips.
I looked at her for a long moment before replying, "Yea, almost. But
Eric is a better catch for you. He's got more money than I do, and he
has you on a pedestal. That guy loves you big time."
Julie didn't say anything. From her intent look, and the way her
loins were gently revolving without much force, I knew she was totally
concentrating on my words.
"Julie dear heart, I can keep my mouth shut. Most men can't. You're
safe with me. Just don't screw up." For whatever reason, I was starting
to like Julie as a person, not just a piece of ass.
"Eric can't eat me like you do," she said with mock petulance.
*****
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January 1996, and this is the second story I posted on the Usenet.
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*****
***The Photographer's Daughters, by Observer***
(c)1996, all rights reserved - Revision edited by Chris
This is part three of three parts.
*****
"Eric will learn. Besides, I like to eat pussy. Specifically, I like
to eat your pussy, and your body knows it." I grinned at her, but she
could tell I was serious.
"Then eat me, now." the little cunt ordered.
"In a minute. How did you like sucking my cock."
"I don't know. Yucky, I think."
"Bullshit, your body liked it. Your mouth liked it. I'm telling you,
your mouth was born for a man's cock."
She made a face, but she continued to look up at me and pay heed to my
every word.
"You liked it because there's a connection between your mouth and your
cunt. I could tell by the way you sucked. You'll see."
Leaving her to chew on that for later, I pulled my cock out of her
vagina, and started my then favorite meal, Julie's hot pussy. I did like
to gobble that girl's sweet gash.
Julie had one of those exquisitely responsive cunts. The kind that
kiss you back.
Every part of her pussy had a different reaction to oral lovemaking.
Licking the crease between her thighs and her crotch would make her
whine. Up and down on the lips would bring forth a bucking motion from
her hips and a low growl, while back and forth across those same lips
would earn me a high pitched squeal. Other places produced a different
vocal reaction.
Playing 'musical cunts' with Julie was fun.
But of course, the main course was her clitoris. Depending on what I
was doing to her turgid bud, she would make the darndest noises. And cum
for minutes on end. I believe to this day that she put horns on Eric
mostly because of what I did to her with my mouth.
After I made her cum, I fucked her some more without the condom.
"I'm not going to cum in your pussy, sweet thing," I informed her.
Julie had tensed up a little when I entered her. She had got her rocks
off, and was now starting to think with something besides her crotch.
After I assured her I wouldn't cum in her, she relaxed and enjoyed the
good feelings from my dick in her vagina. My cock really liked her
pussy.
And Julie's sweet pussy obviously thought my cock hung the moon.
I could feel the hard nub of the opening to her womb. Since she had
given birth, her nub was bigger than her little sister's. I worked
around until I could get the head of my dick right against her opening,
and then tried to insert it into the end of my penis.
My cock has a fairly large mouth. I was curious if I could get her
womb nub to fuck me like I was fucking her. It worked. After some
practice, I found that I could indeed get the opening of her womb locked
into the end of my dick in the ultimate mating dance.
This erotic discovery caused me to approach the brink of orgasm, so I
pulled out of her pussy, saving more of that action for another day. It
was now time to teach her more about giving head - playing the skin flute
to my own musical accompaniment.
I shifted around and put her head in my lap again. She didn't resist
and tasting our mingled juices didn't seem to faze her. I relaxed
against the back of the sofa while she learned to suck me. I knew it
wouldn't take long before I filled her mouth with the substance of my
loins - dumped my load down her throat.
Julie was a natural.
Her furnace-like mouth clamped down with gentle force on my happy
cock. Her tongue danced and played with every available surface. The
young woman was now able to take four full inches of hard cock in her
head before she coughed. Not bad for a supposed beginner. As she
sucked, I guided her head into a twisting motion. I could see her cheeks
cave in as she gave it her all.
Finally, my overloaded system could take no more. With only a groan
as warning, I gushed my hot, ropy, cum into her mouth with maximum
force. Julie tried to back away from this unexpected treat, but I held
her to my crotch, squirting my load down her gagging throat.
She had quit sucking right after the first hot load had hit her
tonsils, and was instead busy trying to retch up my semen to keep from
swallowing it. More and more of my semen built up in her mouth as I kept
her lips sealed around my erupting cock with one hand while I held her by
the back of the head with the other.
"Swallow it, dammit. Drink my seed!" I barked. . . .
"Oh jezzzzzzzuuu sssssss, take my cum. Swallow! Eat it. Let it go
into your stomach! . . .
"Gulp it down. . . .
"Eat me like I eat you. . . .
"Drink me!" Were my last coherent words as I completely lost it.
My pubic hairs were nearly against her straining lips when she finally
gave up and gulped my seed down to find communion with her surprised
stomach. I kept her to the task as she started sucking again, probably
as much to get it over with as for any new found hunger to ingest semen.
I had been walking around all day with a full feeling between my legs.
This meant the little gland that stores my cum was fully packed, and
Julie's hot mouth got it all, and more.
For long minutes, Julie sucked and I gave up my seed to travel down
her throat to line her stomach. I left my cock in her hot mouth even
after I had completely drained everything I had into her head. And the
sweet young woman kept on mouthing and sucking me. Finally, she stopped
and just held me tight against the back of her throat, her lips buried in
my pubic hairs as I came down from the heights.
We rested that way for a few minutes, not long enough by half, then
Julie pulled back from my dick with lips still firmly clasped around my
still three-quarter hard tumescence. She sat up and looked me in the eye
as she visibly swallowed the left overs.
"Now that was a blowjob," I said weakly.
Julie just looked at me for a few moments, then said matter-of-factly,
"So why do they call it a blowjob?" Then changing her tone, my lovable
newly-found cocksucker said petulantly, "Shit, don't answer that, I'm not
sure I want to know."
Her lips glistened and seemed swollen. The expressions on her face
were almost comical as she thought about what she had just done. At one
point her tongue darted out of her mouth to capture a small strand of cum
which had escaped. My cock gave a lurch as she retracted her tongue and
savored my substance. I don't think she was aware of what she had just
done. But my cock sure noticed.
"You really liked that, didn't you?" she finally asked me quizzically.
I just nodded, too weak to carry on much of a conversation. But I
could see the wheels continue turning in her head. From what I could
tell, I had just done Eric a major favor. 'Julie gets what she wants by
giving Eric what any man would be insane not to want.'
I predicted good times for Eric, bless him.
After I trained her to suck and swallow, Julie really started
confiding in me. That physical act seemed to open up something inside of
her that compelled an exceptional level of trust. Or it may have been
that she could tell I was really beginning to like and respect her.
Whichever the case, Julie opened her mouth and heart, with me as her
confidant, and the pleased recipient of some of the best blow jobs of my
life.
It seems she was keeping Eric on short rations until they got married.
Her little scheming mind had cooked up this plan where they would get
married during her most fertile time, and a backed up Eric would plant a
kid in her on their honeymoon. Sounded like a good plan to me, unless I
could plant one first.
While Julie was screwing me to keep her own libido in check and at the
same time depriving Eric of her several hot holes, I was scheming how I
could knock her up before her intended could do the job. The most
logical move was to nail her one or two days before the wedding, cum in
her by 'accident,' and hope for the best. So that's what I set out to
do.
It all worked out like this. Wendy got married on a Thursday, with
Julie's ceremony scheduled for a week from the following Saturday. Julie
went to Phoenix, than came back on Friday and moved out of her apartment
and into Bob's. He stayed in Arizona to take care of some family
business.
This meant Julie and her hot pussy were right across the landing, day
and, of course, night.
We fucked like bunnies, save one night when Eric came over. Julie
said she gave him his first blow job that night, and giggled when she
described to me how he reacted.
"His eyes walled up in his head even more than yours do. You should
have seen him. And he was so sweet afterwards. " Julie was obviously
sold on giving pleasure with her mouth for whatever reasons she had found
good and sufficient.
However, I *really* wasn't interested in all the bloody damn details
of Eric's first knob job, but I kept my mouth shut.
The day before the wedding, with Bob due in late that night, I fucked
Julie for the last time. For some reason, it was a very relaxed fuck,
unlike our normal frantic screwing. I had sucked Julie to three mind
blowing orgasms the night before, and pretended to cum in a condom when
it came up my turn.
I was saving my seed for purposes previously described - impregnating
Julie's sweet belly.
Propped up on my elbows and lower arms, I gently kissed Julie's mouth
and face, while she clasped me around the ass with her hands, legs up and
open. I wasn't using a condom at that stage, but one was on the
nightstand and ready just in case I changed my mind - or Julie caught me.
Slow fucks can be fun. Julie had two quick, sharp, and short orgasms
while I just gently plowed away in her hot sucking tube. We stared into
each other's eyes as I fitted the mouth at the end of my dick onto the
nub of her womb.
I had been saving that trick for just that special moment.
Normally Julie would be bitching at me to pull out and cum in her
mouth or use a condom, But for some reason I didn't grasp at the time,
not at that moment, this one last time she just lay there maintaining a
push with her loins to keep our organs locked together. My friend was
just looking up at me with this strange, actually beautiful, expression
on her face.
That drove me to proceed with the dastardly deed.
I had been playing games with the scene in my mind for days without
total conviction. Now at the penultimate moment, it was as if the aura
of Julie's soul reached out to control my being. Our loins were clamped
pubic bone to pubic bone, hairs meshed, as my manhood swelled inside the
tunnel leading to her secret heart.
My prostrate squeezed with maximum force as I shot the first of four
hot strands of my baby-making seed directly into Julie's open and
receptive womb - through the birth expanded opening into her blood
engorged and ready womanhood - to start the race up her tubes to the
waiting egg.
Instead of fighting to get out from under me, Julie did something
completely unexpected. She pulled up with her vagina, sucking my semen
into her, while opening her loins to the maximum. I was balls deep in
her belly as I shot the essence of my manhood directly into her womb.
Our eyes locked. The expression on Julie's face became serene. She
hummed in her throat to match my bull bellow as we tried to create life
within her.
And we did. . .
The End
"The Photographer's Daughters by Observer
1996, all rights reserved.
Revised version edited by Chris
Original version edited by Stasys
*****
Oh, my. I did get my young ass wore out over this story, and to a
certain extent deserved what I got. It would seem that the female of the
species is not happy with the description of a semi-forced blowjob, or
the cavalier way I addressed the 'get 'em pregnant' scenes, in this
story. Those two scenes cost me one editor, and earned me a lecture from
another.
Heck, I don't blame them. In real life, a man has to be a complete
idiot to practice unsafe sex, try to get females pregnant, or stick his
dick down a young woman's throat, without a *lot* of discussion
beforehand. And terribly insensitive to the needs of his partner. Plus
there *is* the risk of teeth marks on one's equipment, which is not a
happy thought.
But this is erotica - fantasy, as it were - by definition a genre that
is supposed to explore the hidden corners of human sexuality. After all,
if one wants only the banal, there is always Harlequin. I know a used
bookstore where you can buy all you can stomach for thirty cents each.
Each writer of erotica has a certain range within which they stay. My
own happens to be extensive enough that with any given story, I am as
likely to totally turn you on as I am to piss you off. Take the good
with the bad, please.
Trust me ladies - and this is really addressed to females - for every
one of the scenes where you want to hit me, there is some other lady who
has told me secretly that I hit her hot button fantasy dead center. So
if you want to guide me into arenas that turn you own, then tell me about
it, the next story could be your's. ;-} My e-mail address is valid.
*****
Oh yea, I suppose some postmortem should be provided for Julie and her
family. She got married to Eric. Yes, she got pregnant. I have no idea
if it was mine or Eric's for sure, but the little girl does have a
certain cleft chin that bears a striking resemblance to my own.
Eric was a pretty good manager and Julie turned out to be just
excellent at investments and general business. Not the last woman I ever
met who had a head for business. Anyway, they made megabucks. And Julie
kicked my ass on a few deals, and vice versa.
Julie also had one more child, a boy that was the spitting image of
Eric. All three of her kids turned out ok. The oldest girl, Cindy, is a
registered nurse.
The second girl, Erica, is helping her mom and dad manage their
various businesses (smirk). Yes I do business with them, and yes, Erica
handles my account. Like I said, Julie is smart, and so is Erica,
dammit. No, scratch that, I am more than pleased.
Anyway, the boy is hard at work in a doctoral program for nuclear
engineering, proving Eric had some good genes to pass on, after all.
Julie and Eric are still married. By all report, happily. To Julie's
credit, she never again put horns on Eric's head, at least not with me,
dammit.
On the other hand, Wendy had a load of problems before she settled
down - surprise!
The last I heard, she had gone through a couple of marriages before
settling down with an Air Force Major and various combinations of his
kids, her kids, and ultimately their kids.
And what of me, the reader asks? Well, that's a story for another
day.
The End of "The Photographer's Daughters"
1996 by Observer, all rights reserved.
Adios for now...
observer@onramp.net