0 comments/ 107526 views/ 10 favorites A Second First By: Maxum My wife had given me my first exposure to the pleasures of anal stimulation in a bath we shared (see previous story). As I stated, she pleasured me with her fingers stroking in and out of my tight ass as she masturbated me to climax. This turned her on immensely, and we had great follow-up doggie-style sex afterward. Her climax was more intense than I'd ever seen her experience. A couple of weeks later, we were on vacation without the kids. My friend had generously offered his boat to use as our "home-away-from-home". One night, we ventured into the nearby town. After a leisurely Italian dinner at the best little restaurant in town, we were walking back to the slip. As we passed by an adult video store, my wife slipped in the door, beaconing me to follow. My eyes lit up as I entered behind her. She went quickly to the toy section and started looking at dildos and strap-ons. Her eyes glazed-over and she licked her lips when she saw a strap-on that was nearly identical to the length and girth of my dick when it's erect. "I'll buy this one for us, Honey," she cooed. She took her selection to the counter, pulled out her wallet, and paid the cashier. With her package firmly tucked under her arm, we left the store. I couldn't tell you what videos they had, as I was totally mesmerized by my sultry wife picking out her choice. As we passed a drug store, she again ducked into the door. "I'll be right back. Wait for me?" she asked. "Sure," I replied, and reached in my pocket for a smoke. I waited patiently, and snuffed out the cigarette when she emerged in short order. We began to walk arm-in-arm back to the waiting boat. We climbed aboard and she turned to me. Tossing the packages on the berth, she pulled me to her, kissing me deeply and lovingly. I responded in kind, slipping my tongue deep in her mouth. "I can't wait for you to fuck me," she said breathlessly. "Let's get naked, quick!" We wasted no time stripping and fell together nude on the soft bed. She kissed my lips, neck, and chest on her way to my throbbing dick. I gently caressed her hair as she began to stroke and tongue my hardon. I pulled her around so that we could sixty-nine. She spread her knees on either side of my head, dropping her pelvis to my face. As she deep-throated my erection, I placed my finger and thumb on either side of her labia, spreading her pussy lips until her little hard clitoris emerged from under its fold of skin. I gently touched my tongue to the nub, sending shivers through my lover. She gasped as she finished on the upstroke on my cock. I pushed my tongue into her moist and sweet-smelling slit as she ground her cunt into my face. Stroking my dick with one hand, she licked the head like a lollipop, taking my pre-cum from my slit with her skilled tongue. Her other hand gently fondled my balls, with a finger searching further down, to the tight ring of my asshole. I continued the assault on her sopping pussy, tongue-fucking her and matching her slurp for slurp and moan for moan. She got a little more vigorous with her sucking, and she abandoned my nutsack as she plunged her middle finger deep in my hole. I gasped aloud as she stroked her magic finger in and out of my ass. With my wife sucking my prick deep into her mouth, I slid my tongue down the length of her exposed pussy lips, to the taint between her cunt and asshole, and then rimmed her tight, puckered anus. She deep-throated me with a groan as I hardened my tongue and pushed hard through the ring of her butt. I knew how much she enjoyed my anal bathing, but she had not garnered enough courage to allow me to place my cockhead where my tongue now lingered and licked. I spread her cheeks wide, tongue-fucking her hot hole. She took the hint and shoved a second finger into my ass, fucking me gently but firmly. I pushed my bowels against the intruders, allowing better access to the depths of my ass. She increased the speed of her jacking and sucking, matching the intensity with her fingers in my wanting hole. I matched her stroke for stoke with my tongue in her ass. I pushed two fingers inside her pretty pussy. Soon, our ministrations began to match thrust for thrust. As she took her lips from my dick, in a throaty moan said, "I love your tongue in my ass! Fuck me with your tongue! Ughn, oh! Oh, God! Fuck me, Lover!" I continued to deep-tongue her now-opening asshole as she gasped and moaned with my cock in her mouth. "I want you to fuck me now, Darling! Stick you hard cock in my cunt!" Again, she deep-throated my cock, and pulled her fingers from my aching ass. "I'm going to fuck your hot cunt," I moaned as I reluctantly pulled away from her open gash. She took a break from her sucking, turned her head to face me and said, grinning, "You fuck me now, Sweetie, and then I'm going to fuck you." She twisted around and positioned her dripping pussy over the head of my hard cock. Without hesitation, she dropped onto my meat, plunging me in to the hilt. I was balls-deep inside her when she orgasmed. "Ugh, ugh! OH!" she moaned, contracting her pussy muscles around me. After the initial waves began to subside, she began riding me, hard and fast. "I want your cum in me!" she said, breathlessly. "Ugh, um, um, ahh," I answered, flexing my pelvis upwards, driving myself deeper and deeper. We fucked each other vigorously until I felt it getting too good. "God, I'm gonna cum!" I moaned. "Yes, Baby, give it to me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!" she cried. I couldn't last. I exploded in her hot, spasming cunt. Jet after jet of my hot spunk shot deep inside her. Totally spent, I collapsed, with her collapsing on top of me. Her warm, sweaty breasts smashed against my chest. We breathed deeply and quickly, until the passion-clutch ended. As my dick withered, it plopped out of her soaked box. She draggged herself off of me and went into the head. I heard water running for a minute, then shut off. She reappeared, holding a warm cloth between her legs. When she crawled back up on the bed, she began to wipe off my cum-encrusted cock. Gently, she wiped upward from my balls to the head. With her other hand, she lifted my sack and placed the warm cloth against my hole. The warmth felt grand on my slightly abused anus. Tossing the cloth onto the floor, she crawled up beside me, her leg and arm stretched across my body. We fell into a deep, post-coital sleep. I awoke to the sound of rustling paper. Was it minutes or hours that I slept? I was well-rested and gently opened my eyes to locate the noise. My wife was unwrapping the strap-on and the lube she bought in the drugstore. "Whatcha doin', Sweety?" I asked. "Get ready for me, Honey. I'm gonna screw that tight ass of yours," was her reply. Immediately, I involuntarily squeezed my anus tight. The strap-on looked simply huge on her petite frame. The black leather straps secured it around her hips, with a thin strap running from the bottom of the ballsac, across her pussy, to the harness in back. She turned away from me and asked, "How does it look on me?" "It's quite a change," I replied. "I'm not used to seeing you naked with a cock jutting out like that." Her ample breasts jiggled and the dildo swayed as she walked on her knees across the bed. In her hand was the tube of lube. "Let's get you ready for action," she said. "Turn over on your stomach." My cock was becoming hard as I rolled over. A few seconds later, I felt the finger and thumb of one hand at the top of my buttcrack spreading my cheeks. She applied the cold, wet gel liberally on my hole with her finger, gently pushing some of the goo inside. My cock strained harder as she slipped a finger inside my hot hole. I spread my legs to allow her better access. She stroked my back with one hand while her other began to slowly fingerfuck me. I spread my knees further, then took the pillow from under my face and pushed it down under my belly, making my ass raise. "God, that feels GOOD, Dear," I whispered. She increased the speed of her finger thrusting in and out of my hole. A second finger soon joined the first, and I could feel her spread them inside me to ready me for the monster cock she wore. When she tried a third finger, she met with more resistance. "Relax and push out, Honey." There, that's it," she said as the three fingers slipped effortlessly inside. After several strokes, she announced, "I think you're ready for my hard cock. Get ready and tell me how it feels when I fuck you." I felt the bed move as she kneeled up on it, and felt the monster cock tap me on my cheek as she lubed it. She grabbed the base of the strap-on and lined the head up to my hole. As the head made contact with it, I felt an electric chill run up my spine, causing my erection to jerk in anticipation. Gently, she pushed the head against my hole. "Let me push out some more," I grunted, trying to force myself open. With a jerk, the head popped in and I momentarily saw stars. The pain and pleasure were intense! I was thrilled knowing she was watching as the head invaded my sphincter. "Ugh," was my only response. Knowing that I simply had to relax, I panted, "Stay right there until I get used to your big cock." I began to breathe rapidly, consciously relaxing my ass until the pain disappeared, replaced by the pleasure that only an ass fucking could bring. In only a few seconds, I knew I was ready, and pushed my body back toward her, introducing a couple of inches more inside me. The feeling was strange, filling and painful, and yet new and wonderful feelings were beginning to surface in my mind. The lube rolled back down the length of the dildo as more and more of the fake cock disappeared up my rear. I felt my rectum stretching as it invaded me. My breathing helped to relax me and I soon felt the cold plastic nutsack of the strap-on against my balls. "God, I'm completely in you!" she said, astonished. "You've got all eight inches of my 'cock' in you, Lover!" Straining against the pain, I could only answer with a couple of grunts. As I adjusted to the huge invader, I relaxed my cheeks and spread my legs wider. Getting a little more comfortable and yet still feeling so full, I moved forward a micro-millimeter. She waited until I began to pull myself away, seeing that I was ready to be fucked. Taking the cue, she pulled the cock back a little, then thrust gently back in to the hilt. I immediately saw more stars as the wonderful feelings replaced the pain of my stretched hole. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuck me, Honey. Fuck my tight asshole" I moaned. She slowly pulled nearly all of the cock out of my ass until the cockhead began to open my ass further. Reversing, she slowly pushed the dick back inside me. Slowly, she began to pull out until only the head remained inside, and again she pushed the cock deep in my asshole. She began to gather more speed and developed a faster rhythm. My cock strained with pleasure, knowing my wife was fucking me up the ass. The feeling was great and wonderful, and I mentally admonished myself for not allowing myself this pleasure until now. "Oh, Honey! You should see my big cock fucking your little brown asshole! How does it feel? Good?" she inquired. "God, yes!" I answered. "It feels so huge, and so right! Fuck me hard! Stick that cock all the way in my ass and fuck me with it! Fuck me harder, faster! Ugh, ugh, ugh," my grunts matching her strokes. She increased her speed and the length of her strokes, pushing as far in as the dildo would allow. The invasion now felt wonderful and filled me. When she would pull out on the outstroke, the feeling of lack made me want more. Again and again, she stroked in and out of my loosening butt. She rode me faster and harder. In and out, push and pull. She varied her rhythm from fast and deep to slow and shallow. Once, she even pulled the entire dildo out, leaving my hole gaped open, willing her to return to my depths. She plunged the cock deeply, filling my wanting needs. I raised my ass a little to allow my hand to pump my straining erection. As she pushed in, I'd stroke down, imagining it was my cock that was fucking my ass. She pulled the dildo out, and I'd stroke my cock upward. Soon, in my mind, the journey was complete. I was fucking my own ass. When she'd speed up, I would increase my jacking. She slowed down, and I followed her speed. She must have fucked me for fifteen minutes. We were both sweating profusely when I began to feel that warm, tingly feeling in my balls, telling me that I would cum soon. She sensed my urgency and began to saw in and out of my ass. I jacked off with renewed fervor. As I began to cum, I moaned loudly. She recognized that I was cumming and pulled the cock completely from my ass, leaving me totally exposed. As I shot my sperm into the pillow beneath my hips, she gasped. "God, Honey, your asshole is winking at me!" With every jet, my sphincter would try to tighten, and then relax. I continued shooting my largest load in memory. After six or seven jets, she plunged the cock back inside me, completing my ecstasy by filling me up as my orgasm subsided. Exhausted, I flopped down. The dildo pulled out of my ass with a "plop". She, too, dropped beside me, her 'cock', now warmed by the inside of my body, lying against my thigh. My asshole felt numb, and it missed feeling so full as it did with the dildo planted firmly inside it. When we awoke, we didn't talk about our experience. We didn't have to, for we knew that each of us had developed a new, exciting role in our lovemaking. We know that our lovemaking will never be the same, nor do we want it to be. Although we still make love in the conventional way most times, there are the special times when she knows that I'm missing a good ass fucking, and straps on her love toy. Lately, she's been asking me how it feels with a cock in my ass. Maybe she's ready for the experience? A Second First Honeymoon [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] * Irene had been working at the Norris Agency in LA for years. She had seen it all, done it all, hired them all, fired them all. But what walked in off the street that day was, well, a first. In her office off Wilshire Boulevard was an elderly couple. They identified themselves as Jeffrey and Frances. Irene was no fool and hit the google page. These people were large contributors to groups that would frown on what they were about to do. They also were the heirs to a family corporate fortune, a fortune that would soon be going to their heirs in turn. What in the world were they doing in her office? Entrapment? It would be a pretty odd and obvious act by the cops if it was... Jeffrey ("JD") was the first to break the ice; he offered his slightly shaky, spotted hand to the talent manager. He said, "if you don't know us from the charity awards show of our corporation, I am Jeffrey —call me JD---and this is Frances("FD"). You can call her Fran. I know you must be wondering, maybe worrying, what we are up to. We know you must be wary. We have an unusual request and figured you might be the person to see. If at any point you think this too odd, or too suspicious, just tell us and I can cell call my limo driver. We didn't want to park it in front and get unwanted attention for both our sakes, you understand." Irene said, "BOY, do I ever understand...go on...you have me interested. This is almost believable..." JD continued. "As you can see, we are somewhat advanced in years but still married (he took Frances' equally spotted hand.) This will be our 60th wedding anniversary. As you might imagine, some of us get more and more sentimental as we get older and the majority of our lives are behind us. Wedding albums, family heirlooms, these are all ignored when they are fresh and new, but begin to achieve priceless memento status when the years pass. Now on to the main show: For many people, the honeymoon, especially the first honeymoon of their first marriage, are the happiest days of their lives. Nowadays, people have so many modern devices...camcorders, DVD recorders, iPhone, cellphone, movie cameras, well I don't have to tell you. Anyway, people keep a recording of these happiest days, allowing them to re-live this time later, and forever." Irene chimed in, "oh, like Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson?" they looked at each other quizzically, shaking their head. "God, I'm sorry, keep going, my bad," said Irene. A bit flustered, JD continued, "Anyway, before the Phyllis Diller jibes, I was saying, many people have a recordation of their happier times. We don't...there were very few ways to film yourselves in the 40's and 50's without hiring a film crew. Even if we had the money then (we did, actually), it would've been a weird way to spend your honeymoon with a filming crew of 14 strangers in our room." Irene laughed...JD and FD laughed too. Irene was now "smitten" with this story and wondered where it was leading and how she fit in. JD: "I know your time is valuable, and our time, well, we don't have a great deal of it left. So, let me 'cut to the chase' as they used to say in Hollywood. (Irene sat bolt upright, waiting for the "punch-line" to this obvious joke)" "We want you to hire actors who look like us, like the photos from our wedding album. And we want those actors (he looked at Frances, who blushed, looked down, and then motioned with her hand to get on with it...) to re-create our honeymoon according to our exact description." Irene sunk back in her chair. She had never been at a loss for words in the public under a spotlight, but now? She said, "Assuming this is for real, and I'm still uneasy about this, how do I fit in?" JD: "why I thought it would be clear. You seem to have an affinity for getting people together according to that movie and entertainment show, a third of which we own. We want you to get the actors, as you have at your finger tips access to what they used to call 'central casting', a who's who of prospective actors and wannabe's. We will pay you, rather generously, to arrange actors as close to the photos as you can. If you want even more, you can hire an independent producer who could find an unemployed unit director...I imagine at any given time there are a few of those bouncing around Hollywood. So, with a set linked to our photograph, actors tied to photographs, and our dialog, you/they will re-create in total detail, our honeymoon." Irene had heard it all, and this completed "it". She stood up, and raising what ire she could muster (in that she was also old at 64 and only 5 feet tall), she said, "This IS a joke, or a trap, or something. I don't know, just get out...oh, and have a nice day." Indignant, the elderly couple took each other's hand, JD deploying his cell phone. He started calling when Irene stopped him. "Wait, don't go. I am sorry, but I have heard 1,000's of stories in this chair. Most people lie from the moment they walk thru that door to the time they put down their acting experience on the Screen Actors' Guild application. You obviously are in earnest. Please forgive me and come back." Relieved, the couple settled back down into the withered and pitted leather chairs. A gopher came by and the elderly couple eschewed the sodas he had, asking for tea. He asked, "Ice tea?" Irene said, "no, you dope, real tea. Get three hot teas at the deli on Wilshire. I'm good for it. Five dollar tip, special request." He smiled and zoomed out to get it. Irene turned back to them. "Look, if this is just a MOVIE about your honeymoon, we can shoot it today on a back lot at Paramount. That's not far from the Farmer's Market. But, I have a feeling there is something more, or you wouldn't have been so defensive. What is that certain 'extra' something?" JD: "well you are right. We could have gone straight to Paramount or Universal if we just wanted to film some old ceremony. I think you are catching on to that certain something...we wanted the honeymoon re-created...that's ALL OF IT. In fact, the honeymoon night, nuptial, consummation, call it what you will, IS the reason for this exercise. We want those actors, looking like us, to re-create every experience, nuance, feeling, thought, fragrance, touch, that we had, we did, that night. And here is where you might blush, so brace yourself: If we just had two actors under the covers, grappling with each other, that wouldn't be very romantic nor be a visceral experience that would take us back to yester year. We know that people look at us and think that we're the type that call networks to complain about content. Well, we don't, so screw them!" Irene was stunned. THAT was right out of the blue. Being a smart cookie, though, she understood that he wanted to break the stereotype of old--meaning fuddy duddy, killjoy, etc. JD: "We would like to be present for the shooting, although if that is a problem, we won't make a nuisance of ourselves and will wait for the recordings. The point is, we want the actors to emulate our moment of touching, of love, and that is above the covers. But THAT'S not enough either. (Irene was thinking, who IS this guy, Ginger Lynn's father?) We will script it and the actors will tie the script to the action. Only then can we see, feel , touch, what we shared that night. (He took his wife's hands and kissed them. They hugged briefly)" JD: "I know this strikes you as odd, very odd, an elderly couple asking for what some might call an adult film, but you understand the context now. And you must remember that old people were young once, and we thought old people who frowned on youthful things were 'sticks in the mud'. So if you are still interested, we would like to get going asap, maybe today. Frances wants me to ensure the casting goes right. She's not feeling 100% and will be absent a lot of the time. She joked that given I'm a man; I might want to cast the movie like the old 'casting couch' days of Hollywood. (Irene and Frances laughed) Frankly, I wish. But at this point, the only thing I could do to a young actress is make her laugh, or run away." Irene stood up. She made a mental note to add the lemon teas, plus $5 tip, to their bill. And how was she going to charge them. Oh, costs plus 50 percent. Well, they didn't say they were on a budget, after all. Irene: "well, I certainly have some calls to make. I might even farm the whole thing out to Livid Films (JD said they owned 10% of that company too) Anyway, we will be in touch, I assure you." 15 days later: JD: "well, has there been any progress?" Irene: "Yes, we have a dozen prospective actors, 6 men, 6 women. You can be here for the final selection. You mentioned a script. Did you prepare one?" JD: "well, my degree's in accounting, so my script is more of a guideline than an exact word by word rendition. But you will see. I also, umm, what do you all call it...blocked it out too. The director can fill in the gaps as he ('she', Irene corrected), as she sees fit." Irene: "a courier will send over the photos of the 12 so your wife can help pick; I'm sorry she's feeling poorly. Then when you show up on Wednesday, you will have a great idea as to the cast. See you then." The courier arrived at their Santa Barbara (CA) mansion. The houseman rushed the package, opened, to JD, sitting with an ailing Frances on the veranda. Opening the package fully, the photos, taken by professional glamour photogs, fell out over the glass patio table. He handed the 12 press folios of the actors to Frances. She dropped them. He apologized and fed her one folio at a time. She said, "he's too tall, she's too buxom, he's too swarthy, she's....oh, I don't think I can do this...I can't help you. But I know you want this, and I want you to be happy. Sweetheart, please take this over, I have full faith in you." She coughed, he hugged her, kissed her on the cheek and helped her to the terry covered cushion on the chaise by the pool. In the moderate Santa Barbara afternoon, it was perfectly comfortable for her. He said he'd be taking the limo to LA on Wednesday. He took the folios to their paneled office in the house. JD's breath started coming quickly as he saw the press packs. Hollywood is not for the shy; the press packs normally show the actor clothed, and scantily clad. For those who are promoting their versatility in roles, that is absolutely essential. JD saw the guys in shorts, shirtless, or even less. He put them aside. Breathing heavily, he went to the six folios of the women, who had been picked to match his blushing bride of 60 years ago. There was a war going on in JD's head and this wasn't helping. You see, this project had been started by Frances who saw one of those reality dating and marriage shows. She said, "Wouldn't it have been grand had there been some way to record our honeymoon?" Jeffrey (JD) agreed, and then proposed the crazy idea of actually re-creating it. She signed on, so off they were to one of the oldest press and talent agencies in LA and the country. The battle in JD's head was this. Did he want this as a sentimental film just to play a time or two with Frances, who was very close to being unable to watch and comprehend such a project? But, if NOT, was this project just an excuse for doing what he said it never would--doing the old 'casting couch' routine? JD felt so ashamed. Unknown to Frances, he had visited his doctor. She was nice enough to prescribe Viagra. He felt terrible, but he HAD to know. So, he got up and he took the Viagra, looking at the instructions. He waited for the prescribed time; he looked out, seeing Frances snug and asleep on the chaise. He took out the folio he most liked, a blonde actress, about 35, a divorced housewife and mother. Looking at her wonderful figure, seeing her in the Catalina one piece suit for the press shoot, her nipples purposely 'ice cubed' to catch the attention of prospective directors. He imagined those nipples having fed her three children and...oh lord, could it be. He looked down at his silk robe, and thru his under things, for the first time in years, his old friend had re-emerged. On and on it grew, JD had forgotten that he was quite the ladies' man in his day. It finally stopped at eight and a half inches, as the ruler in the drawer crudely determined. He forgot if that was more or less than what it ever was. But now for the acid test. In front of the photo of Frances that sat on his desk in a slanted frame, he put that press picture of the sensuous actress and mother. Getting a silk hand-kerchief out, he tested the Viagra for 'all its capabilities'. He was glad they had no neighbors within 100 yards and that Frances couldn't be awakened by cannon. Staring at that photo, laser fixed on those pouting suckling nipples, the folds in her suit bottom that could only be described as 'camel toe', again to get attention, he worked hard. Finally, with a manly grunt he hadn't made in 60 years, a rainbow of warm, off white, liquid shot out of his revitalized cannon and crossed over the desk, some 6 feet. Catching his breath, he wiped clean the long gooey mess and just in time, as the houseman rushed in, worried that there was a problem. JD said there was no problem; he tripped and twisted his knee, but he will just rest and let the swelling go down (a joke to himself that was...) Tuesday: Frances was really under the weather. JD asked if he should call off Wednesday's project. She said that she was not getting any younger, nor was he, so if he was going to do this project, he might as well get it started. He was wracked with guilt already, and he hadn't done anything. As they retired to their respective rooms (he snored), he put on the Tonight Show. The LPN that was now in full attendance shouted for JD. He ran in. She said that she just called Santa Barbara General: Frances was in cardiac arrest. She didn't have a cardiac needle or resuscitation kit with her, only the paddles they now sold for home use. She said she was unresponsive to that. The ambulance was 30 minutes out. JD asked, "can she, can she last that long?" The LPN said, "I don't want to upset you, and..." JD was insistent. "What is YOUR prognosis, nurse?" LPN: "no doubt, she will be entered as DOA at receiving. In fact, I will record the time now. I am so sorry." This hit JD like a kick in the gut. He went back to his room to wash up and gather his thoughts. As he turned, the set was still on. The guest of the Tonite show was Jennifer Aniston. In classic Hollywood 'look at me, go see my movie' garb, her skirt was incredibly short, showing her fantastic legs. JD was stopped dead in his tracks. He felt guilty, horrible...but as he stared unashamedly and his breath got shorter, he decided to call the studio. The shoot would be called off (he took another gander at those fantastic legs of Ms Aniston)...called off until NEXT Wednesday. Tuesday, the following week: Well wishers and family members gave sympathy cards, flowers, candy, gifts, and pictures to JD as they laid Frances to rest on a quiet meadow outside of Santa Barbara near the UCSB campus. Ironically enough, given what was going to happen Wednesday, several of Frances' friends, ranging in age from 60 to 76, offered to stay with JD during this terrible time. Some even intimated that they would comfort him in all ways. He cringed at the offers, though he certainly should have been more appreciative. Wednesday: The day finally came. Irene was surprised to see him, saying that she had heard on the social network that Frances had passed away. He said that was true, but they had committed to this project. Also, he added, HE was still very much alive and he wanted the project, now dedicated to his departed wife, to go on. He certainly would appreciate the re-creation. JD had called Irene, indicating the actors that he had chosen. He provided the script and sat in the folding blue chair (labeled VIP) and waited for the action. The actors and director did their parts. The set, a props dept. job, was perfect. As the actor carried the lovely MILF actress across the threshold, JD licked his dry lips, wondering how the REAL project would do later that night. As the actress came out of the powder room in the same yellow frilly peignoir that his late wife had worn (per his drawing from memory), she scampered onto the bed. JD was breathing really hard, trying to conceal that. On the other hand, he felt really old, as his "old friend" was completely still. He hoped that Viagra would do the miracle job again for him. It had BETTER!! As they simulated the sex (he told the director that no graphic sex needed to be done now), JD stared at the actresses gorgeous legs, her beautiful feet at either side of the driving hips of that lucky young actor. The actor was in fact 10 years the junior of that sexy mommy(a real MILF.) To JD's relief, his last minute change to removing all graphic and 'real' elements to sex was keeping the actress clear, clean and ready...for him perhaps? It was the end of the shoot. The producer shook hands with JD, gave his condolences, apologized for asking, but they had people to settle with. JD said of course, and gave him a check for $50,000 which he had certified at the bank back in Santa Barbara. The producer thanked him for the generosity. JD said he only asked three things: 1-he (the producer) better pay everyone and soon, or he'd direct his next movie at San Quentin (they laughed); 2-he expected 'rushes' of the film by Friday by courier in Santa Barbara and the final product, with post production editing and a modest soundtrack in a month; and finally 3-he wanted to meet the actors to congratulate them in his suite at the hotel in Century City. The producer said he'd try and catch them for that. JD asked if the actors were traveling together. The producer said: "I'm not sure, I don't think so." JD breathed a sigh of relief. Century Towers: To JD's utter relief and delight, the male actor showed up at the hotel. This meant that the actors knew where to find him. More importantly, he could fete, greet, meet, and delete the drone (the male actor) before the actress arrived. JD heartily shook his hand, asked for his card, and said he was going to put the 'good word' out for him. He gave him a bottle of Chateau Lafitte Rothschild (THAT impressed him) and told him he had to meet other people, but thanks. The actor left. Twenty minutes later, the actress arrived. Right on time. JD had taken a certain pill (Viagra?) precisely an hour before. He didn't glad hand her and push her out the door in 5 minutes. He asked her in; she gasped at the opulence of the suite as he briefly showed her around. He had her sit on the love seat across from the Italian white leather couch. She folded her incredible legs. Like the mind image of Ms Aniston, she too was not wearing stockings...she didn't need any. She was relaxed enough to dangle her six inch high Lucite slide from her sexy ruby colored toes. Elaine was a housewife and mother, but she also knew that Hollywood preferred Heidi Fleiss types to Heidi (of Swiss fairy tales). As JD excused himself to use the facilities for a second, she re-set her considerable bust 'assets' by sliding her thumbs underneath them and then with both hands raising them oh so slightly and letting them silently adjust into upright bra supported perfection. Looking around the suite, and that bottle of Lafitte with her name on the gift card, she thought that this guy was the real thing. So without any fanfare, she reached in thru the sleeve cutout and undid and removed her mommy bra (the Maidenform label showing 36D.) Just to promote her chances like her press folio, she savagely tweaked her nipples. She tucked in the blouse aggressively, with the sides pressed back so that the material hugged the front of her glorious breasts, the nipples now angry and with no bra in the way, stuck out a mile. A Second First Honeymoon JD came out and was stunned, but pleased, by the little floor show. Both her slides were off, her gorgeous smooth feet on the cool Spanish terrazzo tile. Her nipples were so prominent that they seemed like a 3D special effect. He patted the couch next to him and to his delight, the lithe sensuous aspiring actress, and sexy mommy, walked the few feet on tiptoes, turned and sat her perfect behind down. JD said that he learned in business to cut out the BS and get to the action. He had a proposition and he wondered how 'open minded' she was. That was a flagrant invitation and he braced himself for a slap, a 9 1 1 cell phone call, a rush to the lobby/hotel security, or what? To his thrill and amazement, this supersexy MILF wiggled closer to him on the couch, saying that she was "up for anything...are YOU?!" Remembering the Viagra and the time limits, he joked that "I am but only as long as this pill lasts." She didn't get that, but asked him what his thinking was. JD: "Elaine, 9483 Benderra Drive, Ventura CA. 35, mother of 3. Divorced. According to my research and your press pack, you jog two miles a day, go to the gym 3 days a week, you beat your ex-husband in arm wrestling and can bench press twice your weight. You're still youthful, strong, healthy, and, I'm guessing, very fertile, if I may be so bold. Elaine backed a few feet away on the couch. She said, "Just what do you have in mind, anyway? And how can you be contemplating whatever this is so soon after your wife passed away?" JD: "Miss, I don't have the luxury of spending a year, or even a month, to wait for some old fashioned notion of mourning. I said my sincere regrets when I laid her to rest, and now I live again. As to what I am thinking, I will be blunt. I want to have a child before it's too late. And, to be blunt, I want to have sex...with you...to do it. I did not pick you for the role because you looked like my departed wife. She was a brunette six inches taller than you. You look like another woman in my life, one who I wanted to have a family with, the family that my wife never seemed to have the time or interest in having. So the proposition in stark detail is this: we will mate here tonight, all night. If that does not succeed, I will send my limousine down for you per your cycle time for as long as it takes." Elaine was getting more and more angry at this, umm, 'dirty old man'. The nipples that she had tweaked were now retracted and actually indented now. She was dry as thatch down there. Elaine stood up, gathering her shoes for her beautiful feet. As she headed for the door, JD said: "this is NOT prostitution, but a straight business contract. I will pay you $100,000 upon pregnancy, all expenses, and $500,000 upon birth, after reasonable DNA tests, of course. Elaine stopped dead in her tracks. She thought of grabbing the bottle of Lafitte, maybe kicking him in his old family jewels, and running for the elevator. To her embarrassment, his offer had her walking back. Furious with herself, she found herself sitting down. As he cruelly repeated, like the Lorelei, like the nymphs that tempted Ulysses, he kept repeating $600,000...can you think of ways to use $600,000. Elaine got right back on the Italian leather couch. She was horribly nonplussed that her nipples, with a mind of their own, had gone from concave shy things, to once again excited participants, poking out lasciviously. JD stroked her nipples... In spite of herself, she moaned in pleasure. She asked,"assuming I go ahead with your crazy scheme, what happens next?" JD: he said, "This!" He stood that sexy mommy up and undid her wrap around skirt. It dropped to the floor. On those heels, she was at the perfect height. Regardless, he ordered her to takeoff the shoes. He said the woman he was thinking of was always barefoot around the house. He reached in, finding that her undies had the opening in front for those certain days of the month. He asked her if she had anything in there. She said that she had, but that was only because her period was due. He ordered her to remove it. Nervous, shaking, she said no! He went to his valise, getting an envelope. He came back to her. He said, "Elaine, there are two things I want to show you. Put out both hands for me." She did. In her right hand, he undid his clothes and allowed his now 9 inch by Viagra cock to plop into her hand. As she recoiled, he used his left hand to hold her right hand to him; now with the right hand, he gave her that envelope. It was not glued and she removed a cashier's check made to her for $100,000. He let her right hand go. To his amazement and disappointment, she dropped his nine inch appendage and threw the check back to him, saying she still had her dignity. As she wiggled out, holding those sexy Frederick of Hollywood high slides, her gorgeous feet and shapely legs looked like Pamela Anderson on the beach on Baywatch as Elaine walked enticingly across the very thick ochre carpet. This was now a challenge to JD; he didn't want to use the 'unpaid bills' card, but had no choice. JD: "I admire you, Elaine, sticking to principles. (She was at the door). I didn't want to mention this, but in business, I found it was invaluable to have my people research our counterparts thoroughly. I know that your little boy, Patrick, is very sick and the HMO has stopped paying. You have nowhere to turn." Elaine was thunderstruck. That was true. She did need the money. It was a sad moment, perhaps, but his money gave him the power over her. She had no choice. She came back to the sitting room of the suite, threw her shoes down, and asked "what now?" JD: "First, don't feel bad. You will be getting $600,000 just for having a baby. If you choose to keep it, I will pay child support of $5,000 per month. If we are going ahead, I order you to do two things...NOW! First, take this check and put it safely in your purse. (She did)... Second, remove your clothes and come over here. She dreaded this moment, but it was a sacrifice for little Patrick as well as the other kids who now would afford college. She had turned away from him. When she turned back, JD almost fainted. This unbelievably sexy mommy was beautiful of face and perfect of figure. Those breasts that had fed three children and soon would be engorged with the sweetest breast milk again? They were way out of proportion for a petite(5 foot 3) woman. Their fullness fit, but barely fit, into a 36D cup. If this was like the other pregnancies, soon that bra would be popping open, to be replaced temporarily by a much bigger one. Anyway, JD directed her to sit on his lap. In spite of herself, and the fact that she was a spectacular, dazzling piece of ass, whereas he was an old fossil who was keeping his clothes on, the nine inch Viagra cock made her moan in pleasure. His frail hands looked out of place along the sides of her taut perfect behind. Instead of lifting and dropping her, all he could do was let this bedroom athlete have her freedom. For a few minutes, she did all the work, with JD's cock having perhaps its final 'field trip'. She was worried he couldn't do it and this would all be for naught. She didn't realize that she could walk then and there with the $100K cashier's check. Oh well. Elaine mustered everything she knew about sex, men, and this elderly man. Gleaning onto the 'she used to go around the house barefoot' remark, she whispered: "I want to have your baby, God I need you to cum inside me; be a man, make that baby!" Silence. A last final trump card. "I want to have your baby; give me your precious seed, your wonderful sperm. Just think of me with a swollen belly, the baby in there your baby after all these years. Feel the baby kick, he's so frisky. You can't wait to drink the milk, the milk you will be sharing with the baby. Help me replace Frances in the world; make that baby. Mommy wants so much to have your baby, to replace the horrible frigid Frances with new life; with our baby. Make mommy pregnant!!" Like turning on the water in an old apartment, Elaine felt a shudder with nothing, then a few drops, then a spurt, a larger spurt, a powerful spray, a fire hose turbo charged shot, and a few short bursts. She settled down to his lap. They both were emotional. Elaine was ashamed of herself for doing this for money, but also proud that she had provided for her young. For his part, JD was emotional because Ms had invoked both his mom and Frances, the two women he love/hated the most. Frances had been barren, so other women would naturally be admired for their fertility. He had never strayed, but he resented her bitterly. After they caught their respective breaths, JD suggested that she relax and settle in for the night. She used the room's phone to call long distance to a neighbor to check on the sitter and take over for her. Elaine didn't want to lounge around in that costly dress, so she got under the covers in her glorious birthday suit. As a joke, or perhaps not, JD dialed a different channel on the set, this one an adult channel. The action was hot. Elaine fidgeted on the bed, and even JD and his old bones got excited. Elaine braced herself for what might come next, telling herself $600,000...$600,000. If she knew what was at stake was really $4million, she might have been in better spirits. JD turned on his side, facing her, as she continued on her back, head propped up, ostensibly watching the movie. His frail hand reached out for her lovely right breast. Due perhaps to the movie, that mountainous breast was capped by a throbbing nipple. His hand caressed it. Elaine, out of irritation or passion, closed her eyes and quietly moaned. JD put his other hand across her firm flat tummy to that entrance to the most sacred of places. Neither shaved bald nor jungle like, the gentle straight blonde hair protecting her unprotected fertile vagina felt like the softest corn silk. He probed a crooked finger, then two into her dry labia, at which point she arched her hips rejecting the advance. Defeated, he fell back on the pillows, clueless as to what to do next. Elaine knew that this was high stakes 'romance'...in fact, the highest. Instead of shunning his advances, she had to make the most of them. She clicked the TV off with the remote. She said, "I'm sorry about that. Just a reflex. Come back to me...please." All of a sudden, she realized something. Normally, love making followed a script, with the powerful male setting the pace and defining what happened. In this situation tonight, SHE was much younger, healthier and, gasp, STRONGER, than he was. SHE had to take over. To that end, with power that even surprised herself, Elaine used her delicate hand and deceptively powerful arms to turn JD, forcefully setting his body posture. Then, she swung a bikini waxed billiard ball smooth leg over him and lowered her tight fertile cunt to his still "Viagra'd" cock. He put his head back, eyes closed, as that still manly cock entered the tight warmth of this perfect woman. As Elaine used her considerable skills and body strength to manipulate the action, she got that cock to tap away at her G-spot. Then she fell and kissed his lips, the sensations, the emotions, completely engulfing him, overwhelming him with excitement, joy, relief. She broke the kiss to rise high up, his cockhead only lightly touching the slavering lips of her fertile pussy. Then she relaxed her powerful thighs and fell with a final thump, skewering herself upon his still mighty staff. A brilliant judge of people, Elaine bent over and whispered, "baby, our baby, FRANCES." Energized, infuriated by that name, he summoned the last strength he had on this planet. Cupping her pert bum, he clutched her as tightly and determinedly as he had held anything. Rising up as much as he could, and with quiet desperation, he came with a mighty spend of his baby maker, shooting his seed as deeply as he could. He knew that it was the last important thing he would ever do. He knew not whether his "swimmers" could still get the job done. Only time would tell. He kissed Elaine, tearful again. He said forgetting the financial aspects of this; he was grateful to her and, well, loved her. It didn't make sense, and she probably might cringe, but at this moment, with this tenderness, he loved her as much as any woman he had ever known." Without commenting, Elaine kissed him...on the cheek and thanked him. Using the Viagra power as long as he could, he mated with Elaine one more time that night. The last one was while he was totally exhausted. That was fitting, as Elaine could evolve from real person to dream, icon, the Jennifer Aniston or Pamela Anderson that he actually met...and loved briefly. JD saw something in this perfect woman. The fact that she had objected on principle and tried to walk out was all the better. She had character, spirit, strength, devotion (to her family), and irresistible sex appeal. Wow. It made him utterly reckless and crazy. When Elaine sexily wiggled out of the suite the next day, she carried not only the check for $100,000 but the other check for $500,000. He only asked in return that she keep to her word...and that she let him see and feel her one last time. In utter adoration, she laid in her breath-taking birthday suit, with JD kissing every square inch of her perfect body. She got up, dressed and left, stopping at the door. She asked if she had everything. He said no, the bottle of Lafitte is hers. The woman of his dreams...of all our dreams then left. She would comply with all of his plans even though she had total control of the money already. Fortunately for both of them, they did not have to go thru the hotel suite vignette again; during the night, Ms had conceived. She would give birth as planned to a beautiful baby girl, named Frances. Three months after giving birth, JD met another time with Elaine in that same hotel suite. He had another Viagra prescription, though his doctor was very skeptical of the safety of him using it due to his age. JD ignored the doctor and mated with Elaine four times at that suite reserved for her peak cycle time. Again, she conceived in the early morning. She was pregnant by him again (he had DNA tests run secretly with swabs from the mouth of the 1st baby and him, confirming JD as father.) Again she walked out with huge checks. Three months later, with the new pregnancy confirmed (later found to be twins), JD invited Elaine to his estate. She was stunned by the home, four times the size of her home of 1300 square feet, which had to accommodate four, soon to be six, children. She was saddened to see that he now had an attending RN on 24/7 duty. He had a bad bronchial cough. He sat in pajamas at the end of the bed. As usual, Elaine had recovered her figure after pregnancy. Feeling pathos for him like never before due to his fragility, she asked if she could sit in his lap. He said fine. As he coughed, she undid buttons on her blouse, then snaps on her huge bra. Exposed were her engorged breasts, filled to bursting with warm sweet mother's milk. If anything in the world would make him better it was that. She cooed, "drink baby, drink, drink from mommy, the milk will make you stronger. Suckle mommy's breast milk, go ahead baby." He did, and the coughing stopped. After drawing a long drink of her milk that was sweeter than a Dove bar, JD kissed her on the cheek. He then reached for two envelopes. JD: "first of all, I wanted you to know that during the time I didn't see you, I still had Viagra. I made a reserve of almost a pint. It's in the freezer. After these twins, that makes a total of three children. I always dreamt of having a family of four or five while suffering the barrenness of my dear departed wife. I am not making any demands, but it would be very nice if you could have at least one more child for me." Elaine: "I appreciate your lack of pressure and faith in me. Of course you showed faith when you gave me $600,000 in negotiable checks on faith. Are you through with that?" With a final lash of his tongue and tug of his lips, he extracted one final long draw of precious milk from his beloved concubine. JD: "I don't know and never will know what you do with that sample in the freezer; I would love you just the same either way. I know that you have a houseful of kids. You look at this house and think of the room, the pool, the security gate. Here, look. (He handed her a quitclaim deed, with the house now deeded to her; her power of attorney had signed it as a surprise from him, JD. Excited, Elaine kissed him a bit too hard, forgetting that as a workout fiend that could power lift twice her weight, she was far stronger than he was. Next, he gave her the other folder. She found on the processed will that she was now sole beneficiary, with the estate estimated at $3million. She kissed him again in thanks. Hearing his frightening cough, she stopped by the kitchen, finding three quart water bottles. Hearing him cough, she drained her glorious breasts of their milk load. It was impossible to fill them, but somehow she left a big supply of mother's milk, with a note for the RN about it. Two months after that, during one of her visits to him, there was that same cough, only worse. She had him at her motherly breast when he passed away. Being with his lover/wife/mother, imbibing her wonderful life-saving nourishment, he passed away contentedly. The huge home was now hers. The huge estate was now hers. She thought back to the hotel, where she almost walked on him. Through it all, he did love her, as she was the woman of his dreams, all of those unrequited dreams. On the anniversary of that 1st night in the hotel suite, Elaine (still an overworked single mom) paid the ultimate tribute to her passed JD. Booking an engagement at the fertility clinic in the Valley, she took the 'sample' that he left and had them prepare it properly. She underwent their treatment, which involved two sessions, i.e. attempts at fertilization. The second night, when she was at peak fertility, she fell asleep after using the last of the precious seed legacy. Later that night, she conceived. The final child would be a boy, and she named him Jeffrey Daniel, "JD". He would be raised in a splendid home, with a beautiful, loving mother. The exact details of how he and his siblings came about were unimportant. The truth was, the home, the car, the assets, the children; they were all payment for Elaine having played the greatest role she would be offered and the one that she had mastered in the end: Mother...