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The Past Is Prologue Ch. 01

By: jay.palin



Ginny's hot South Pacific vacation is over, and she's seeking therapy for her runaway libido. Read "Ginny's Witnesses," Chs. 4-6, for some lewd background, and please vote! This young lady needs all the support she can get! 

Part 1

"Your father's abuse of you as a young teen, then, drove you to your sexual obsessions?" asked Dr. Erica.

"I think so. All my life I've let men do what they wanted...just so they'd like me...or say that they loved me. And it's gotten progressively worse...like a drug addiction. The more men – and now women – I take on, the better...sometimes all at once...especially when others are watching...or taking pictures or videos. I just seem to go crazy," I said. 

"Do you get the same thrills with women as you do with men?" she asked.

"Different kinds. Usually, I do women if it turns-on men I'm with at the time. Other times, I just do what my body tells me if I feel like...I don't know...it's like a switch flipping in my head that asks, what're you waiting for? Then, before I know it, I'm fucking someone."

"You have an interesting story," she said, "but I can only accept you as a patient informally, Ginny," she said. Erica was a beautiful, exotic, East Indian psychiatrist who practiced sex therapy in offices next door to my father JJ's business.

"But I need advice desperately, and you seem to understand my deepest feelings. Why can't we meet a few times and see how it works out?" I was terribly concerned about my increasingly lurid sexual behavior. 

"I've known your father, Jay, for a long time. That's my first reservation, Ginny. For another, he and I were...ummm...close a few years ago, when you and he started your affair. I was about the age you are now, and at that time I was jealous of your relationship after I saw you two making love in a car parked in the garage, downstairs." 

"But don't you see? I fell in love with JJ because of my Daddy! I transferred all my early sexual feelings to him 'cuz he made me feel safe...protected...and I didn't want him to go away, like Daddy did."

"Yes, your father died, but Jay is still very much alive, and you've tied him to yourself," she said. "Three years ago you had a child by him – which you may have done as insurance to keep him from leaving you. His wife has died, allowing you to be more open about your relationship, and now you're even working in his business. Though, you're still insecure. In effect, you're trying to bind him to yourself ever more closely to increase your power over him. Yet, that power – even having sex with multiple partners at his request – may be illusory. I think that's what you fear most in your subconscious."

"I've become a whore as a result. JJ even arranged for a girl we brought back from vacation – Luala, my daughter's nanny – to sleep in our bed. What do you suggest I do?" 

"The potential complications are much too great for me as a therapist, especially since he's an attractive widower with whom I want to revive our dormant relationship. As a result, having you as a patient would be very unprofessional and unethical," she said.

"Okay. But can't we just talk every once in a while?" I asked. "As you put it...informally...as a friend, not a patient. I have no woman friends to share my thoughts with!" Erica looked to be about in her mid-thirties, I estimated – six to ten years my senior. Even though she was of East Indian descent, I felt close to her...like a cousin, maybe a sister. She also had a flawless, softly curved, tan body that must have driven her male patients wild...perhaps some of the female ones as well.

"All right, my dear," she said, calmly, "...on one condition. You've told me about your swingers' club that meets on Friday afternoons. I normally take Fridays off, so I'd be willing to join you and Jay as an observer and friend. Nothing 'official', though...agreed?"

"Fine. And thank you! I'll see you on Friday!" I said, and left. I have two days, I thought, since JJ and I had invited a few members of our club to his photo studio on Friday afternoon to view pictures and videos taken during our Pacific island vacation. It was typical during such gatherings for members of "The Friendly Friday Society," as we called it, to engage in partner swapping and group sex. JJ had already told me that Erica was a confirmed voyeur. So, she'll feel right at home, I thought, yet my stomach did flip-flops because I knew she'd be seeing pornographic photos and videos of me. The shots captured me as an enthusiastic slut engaged in bizarre, interracial sex with a number of young native men I'd met while vacationing on the Pacific island of Pohnpei. I hoped that she'd understand and accept my lewd escapades.

JJ had prepared well for the swingers' meeting. Aside from the immediate gratification, he wanted to sell his idea for a new porno film business to people whom he considered would provide honest, low risk opinions...and who perhaps might invest money in the enterprise. He'd divided the large studio into three bedroom-like enclosures, two being small enough to contain double-bed-size futons for those requiring privacy, with the largest containing two king-sized beds plus cushy chairs and chaises. Each enclosure was equipped with video cameras and microphones, all controlled from a central console near one wall. A lengthy bar held wine, fruit, cheeses, chocolate, champagne and finger foods. Behind the bar were two large-screen TV monitors, blank and waiting for recordings of my naked, "vacationing" body to appear on them. On top of that, I'd never seen the studio so completely equipped for an orgy.

Erica was among the first to walk in on Friday, and nursed a glass of wine as the other guests arrived. She was soon a center of attention, partially because of her exotic beauty, dressed in a silk, Hindu sari, with members hoping she'd join in their sex play. But mostly it was because of her professional specialty. People automatically gravitated to her when she spoke of unusual sexual practices. One was an older, distinguished looking gentleman in a suit, who looked like a most unlikely guest at the gathering. 

JJ beckoned to me after over a dozen guests had had a few drinks. I stood by his side, a trifle embarrassed at being in the spotlight. 

"Friends!" he announced. "Welcome to those who are first-timers! To the rest of you, Ginny and I are pleased to be back among you from our South Pacific island vacation, where – as you'll soon see – we enjoyed ourselves immensely!"

JJ had edited our island digital photos and transferred our video footage onto discs. He now activated those on the big screens by pushing a remote button that started with sixty-second still shots of me coupling in the canine position with the native Chief of the village where we'd stayed on the island of Pohnpei. A collective murmur rose from the guests as close-ups of my face showed my ecstatic pleasure. A few sat down, making themselves comfortable on the seats JJ had provided, as their attention was captured by the lascivious images.

I looked at one young blonde woman whom I hadn't seen before – a girl who looked very young and was visibly blushing – and I wondered if she were even old enough to be here. She was about my size and height, and stood gracefully in the characteristic "first position," indicating training as a dancer. She wore a maroon miniskirt that showed stunning, muscular hips and legs, and a loose, cotton top of the same color that draped over one creamy shoulder, revealing the other down to her upper arm. She reminded me a lot of myself at her young age. Moving behind the crowd to Dr. Erica, I asked, "Is she legal?"

"Just barely," said my East Indian friend. "See the two men she came with? The older man is her uncle and the younger is her cousin. They're from Greece but she was born here. Her uncle – Mr. Metropoulos – wants to draw her away from young American males, now that she's turned 18, and train her in the art of loving more mature men...a traditional Greek custom. Her name is Phaedra, and she's a ballerina."

My heart rose in my throat and I almost gagged. I'd been told the same story about "mature" men by my Greek father, who'd taken my virginity as a high school teen. Later, as illicit drugs and alcohol gradually claimed his life, he'd used me incestuously day-after-day when my mother was at work until, after I'd graduated from high school, I'd escaped his clutches – ambivalently, since I'd become his willing, insatiable sex partner – to join the Ice Capades as a chorus skater. But, as I'd told Erica, the link between perverse sex and my need for fatherly affection had already been forged. Then Daddy had died, leaving me emotionally starved for love...and constantly looking for it in the only way I knew how...by indiscriminate fucking. 

"What's she going to do today?" I asked Erica in a whisper, struck by Phaedra's almost childlike face. 

"I assume she'll join the festivities, Ginny," she muttered back, obviously not as disturbed as I was by the girl's presence. Damn it! I thought, You're being a typical, non-judgmental shrink! I could just imagine what the girl's perverse old uncle had in mind for her young, well-developed, athletic body, and wished that Erica could immediately see the parallel between Phaedra's present situation and mine when I'd been a teen. 

I looked at Phaedra's male cousin – Dimitri was his name, according to Erica – with his typical, wavy black, jelled hair topping his intolerably handsome, Mediterranean features, and my pussy throbbed a few times. He was casually dressed and – at about 40 – he looked so much like my father had at that age. His short sleeved, form-fitting shirt showed hairy, muscular arms and made him look so...virile! His slacks hugged his hips tightly and showed a healthy bulge at his groin. He was eating up the lewd images of me fucking a dozen Polynesian guys on the two TVs. As I observed him raptly watching my sexual gymnastics, somewhere deep in my repressed memory I wondered if his naked body looked like what I remembered of my Daddy's. 

I then looked at Phaedra's uncle, an older, senior version of her cousin, Dimitri – with gray in his hair and wearing an expensive suit – staring at my images attentively while I climaxed on one of the video screens...this time with Leiuanu, the village Chief's son. His tinted, thickly framed glasses hid a sensual fire that was frightening in its potential. He looked very powerful, about 60, and accustomed to getting what he wanted. I sneaked glances at him without his knowing it until he pulled a hanky from his pocket and wiped his face free of perspiration...sweat that I knew my televised performance had caused. He then joined JJ, drawing him away from the other guests, to speak with him privately in a corner of the studio.

Then a couple arrived late whom I'd met on my first Friday with the club, and had had sex with several times thereafter. Kimberly and Doug were their names. They'd been married five years, were in their early thirties, and were full of energy. JJ couldn't stand them, saying they were too phony for his taste, but I enjoyed them because they were so much fun. Kim was an investment banker and hubby Doug was in insurance. She was a wild, bisexual woman, though was very selective about her male sex partners. Her primary goal in life seemed to be to attract girls for her husband. Then, while he coupled with them in front of her, she'd satisfy her insatiable lesbian libido with his partners in the boldest and most imaginative of ways. The couple was also beautiful to look at...she petite, brunette and very shapely. He was tall, slim, sandy-haired, also insatiable...and hung very nicely. Their good humor was infectious, and I truly enjoyed being with them. 

"Ginny!" she gushed, and hugged me when she saw me. "You look fabulous! That awesome tan! Mmmm, yummy...good enough to eat!"

"Wow, Gin!" said Doug, as he glanced at the TV screens rather deadpanned. "Looks like you had an awesome vacation!" he chuckled, which disturbed some people nearby who "shushed" us. They were trying to concentrate on my televised moaning and thrashing. 

"C'mon in here," I whispered, and pulled them into one of the enclosed cubicles where we wouldn't disturb the others. "You guys know what I look like when I'm fucking. Besides, I haven't seen you in ages and you can see those pictures later." 

"Yeah, but I just got a glimpse of you sucking a big, brown, uncircumcised prick. I've never seen you do that before!" said Kim saucily, giggling as I yanked her into the enclosure.

We flopped down on the large futon and Kim took off her rimless glasses, sticking them in her purse. She'd worn her business attire, a black, knee length skirt with a top whose neckline plunged to show the inner slopes of her breasts. Over it she wore a long, beautifully-tailored, black suit jacket ending at her thighs, which she removed. No sooner had we sat down than they both sandwiched me in a hug, she in front, Doug in back, and I moaned as she parted my legs with a knee and kissed me deeply, leaving me gasping, while Doug stuck his hands under my top and fondled my breasts. 

"Mmm...sweetie, I've missed you," she murmured. "Doug did too! Now, why don't we have a quick fuck before we talk?" she asked, getting right down to business. Doug didn't ask, but instead pulled one of my hands back behind my butt and placed my palm on the thick member growing in his pants. As he did this, Kim removed her suit jacket and unbuttoned her top to reveal her round, C-cup tits, clad in a lacy, black bra, which she unclasped in front. As was typical, they wasted no time in forcing their agenda. 

"Can I talk...for a minute?" I giggled, pulling my hand back from Doug's groin, still wanting to chat about myself. "We were gone for over two weeks and, with Andi along 'n' everything, I had every intention to behave. But, you know me...I ended up doing over thirty guys, anyway." I confessed this since I'd been very open with Kim and Doug from the first day I'd met them.

"Jeezus," said Doug. "Do you still look the same? Lemme see!" he begged, raising my skirt to look at my panty-less crotch. I'd worn only a short, green cotton skirt and green-flowered sleeveless top. 

"Well, I shave myself now, as you can see," I confessed, as his fingers softly stroked my newly-smooth, bald pussy, "...and, I've changed a little...in my head."

"Whattayamean, honey?" Kim asked. "Dontcha wanta play with us anymore?" She regarded me with a hurt look.

"Oh, it's not that," I said, touching her full, bare bosom. "I love you guys! You're so much fun! But I'm trying to get control of myself. I'm talking with a therapist who's here today. I mean, the sheer numbers of men that I've...". I let the sentence trail off as Doug had recaptured my hand and put it on his hard cock, which he'd fished out through his unzipped pants. "Ohhh...Doouug," I moaned, unable to resist stroking him a few times. "I'm trying to taper off..." I said, looking down over my hip at his member and feeling a warm flush envelop me as my fingers closed around his glans. As had happened so many times before, that telltale switch had flipped inside my head and I knew that I was going to fuck them both. 

"Whew! I was afraid you didn't like us anymore!" said Kim, whose feathery touches between my legs made me gasp as I opened them slightly. 

"Oh, no! I especially like you together!" I murmured. It was true. Oddly, I was hardly turned on at all when either of them were alone with me. But when I joined them in a threesome, I felt like I'd scored on a two-for-one sale! 

At that moment I heard JJ introducing Erica to someone outside the enclosure as a psychiatrist who specialized in sexual disorders. I strained to hear what she was saying, but by this time Doug had splayed my legs and was coaxing warm fluid from inside me with his long cock, causing my labia to make little smacking sounds. I reached down between my legs and rubbed my juice over his corona, pushing it against my clit to feel those slow, numbing pulses in my crotch. 

A few minutes later I heard the young, high-pitched voice of Phaedra explaining to someone that the reason for her fully developed thighs and legs was because she'd taken ballet lessons since she'd been five. Then she cooed, "Ooh, look at that!" apparently remarking about my sexual antics on screen. 

The man to whom she was speaking was JJ, I realized, when he said, "Really! Ballet! Well, let's have a look at some of your dance routines," as he chuckled. Now I suspected what her uncle had earlier proposed to JJ in private, but I could hardly be jealous, given what I was doing. From further away I heard the unmistakable sounds of other people already deep in the throes of lovemaking. JJ's videos of me had obviously begun to have their desired effect on the gathering. 

Kim and Doug had also gotten me started. Though at first tentative, it felt good to be back with someone familiar, and I shivered as Kim unbuttoned my top and licked slowly around my hard nipples. I'd not resumed wearing underwear since returning from the islands, so I was ready to welcome their attention in typical Friendly Friday fashion. I was lying on my right side and Doug whispered in my ear, "Slip out of your top, baby," as he nuzzled under my hair. "But leave on your skirt...it's such a turn-on." Kim bunched the garment up around my waist and – with a glint in her eyes – licked down my smooth mound just as Doug raised my upper leg even higher, bending it at the knee to open me to his pulsing glans. I was already very wet as he slipped into my vagina from behind, his balls meeting Kim's tongue, which lapped at my spreading inner labia.

"Ooooohhhhh," I moaned. While on vacation, I'd thought about getting away from the club...it'd seemed so shameful when I was away...decadent...but, I was glad JJ had arranged today's meeting. "Oh, I'm so glad to see you two!" I exclaimed, immediately feeling at home and flushing at the increasing waves of pleasure that washed over me. Who was I kidding? I was an unconscionable slut – proven countless times when in the islands – but I'd refused to admit it openly! "Don't think badly of me...please!" I begged, then realized again to whom I was speaking. 

Swinging was what these two lived for! Kim and Doug required no apologies, no lame excuses for my hypocritical behavior. I was alone in my sexual schizophrenia. Or, I thought I was, until I saw the videocam on top of the enclosure sweeping its eye across the futon on which we were lying. I heard a few people outside, whispering lewdly as they witnessed the three of us joined in 

the afternoon's sensuous proceedings. I knew that a fresh DVD was being shot of us.

Doug's right hand crept under me and cupped my breast, pulling gently at my right nipple each time he thrust into me. My left hand went to my other tit to do the same thing, with my fingers reaching down to pull on the back of Kim's silky brown hair, encouraging her with rapid, gasping moans to lick more fervently at my swollen clit. 

"Mmmmmnn...you still taste like our little Ginny, sweetie," she mewled. "And you're still as pink as a virgin. Even with a baby-smooth pussy, I can't see a trace of damage from those dozens of guys you had on vacation," she murmured, laughing in her throat. I opened my eyes and smiled at her, wishing she were undressed, too, so I could feel all of her succulent, silky body. 

Then I looked up and saw the younger Greek guy standing in the doorway...Dimitri, I guess was his name. For a second I felt that he was intruding, then remembered that our club was open to all guests. His eyes were locked onto Kim's ass, still clothed in her black skirt and sticking up in the air. He was disrobing, tossing his clothing everywhere, and was soon naked, showing his stocky, hairy body. Since Kim's attention was focused solely on me as she laved and swallowed my juices, he surprised her completely when he reached down to unfasten her skirt at the waistband. She raised up on her knees quickly, leaving my pussy cold from her sudden departure, and spat, "Don't you dare touch me without asking first, motherfucker, or I'll cut off your balls!"


The Past Is Prologue Ch. 01



Dimitri was immediately cowed by her challenge, even though his stiff, dark red prick didn't show it. He shrank back and said, "Uhhg...very sorrry, ma-dahme," in accented English. 

In profile to me, Kim riveted him with a scathing look and asked Doug and me, "Whattaya think, pals, should I give this Peloponnesian low-life a little taste?" Kim could be very cruel in her put-downs, though as her eyes dropped to his impressive, erect member, her attitude seemed to mellow. I shivered a little, realizing how much his uncircumcised cock looked like my memory of Daddy's. 

"Your call...babe," gasped Doug, who was now bringing me a great deal of pleasure with full strokes over my G spot to bottom out at my cervix. 

"Take...off...your...clothes," I mumbled to Kim between Doug's deep thrusts, anxious to see and feel more of her. Also, in the back of my mind, I was hoping that Erica was watching us on TV so later she could explain to me what – with so little preparation – was impelling me to do this. After all, I wasn't doing it to please JJ.

Kim stood up quickly and was nude in a few seconds, showing her stunning toned body and bikini tan lines. Shorter in height than Dimitri, she fixed him with a glare. "I'm gonna go back to what I was doing, buddy-boy. If you know how to spell foreplay, then do it. If you don't, I'll twist that thing off and feed it to you!" she said, pointing to his cock. With that, she dropped to her knees on the futon to resume eating me, split her labia with two fingers between her legs to spread her pink vagina open to the guy, and arched her sumptuous ass up at him in an inviting pose. 

Dimitri didn't need a second invitation. He dropped to the floor on his knees and buried his tongue into Kim from behind. From my vantage point, looking over her upraised ass, it appeared that he was licking her from clit to rectum. This caused her to groan repeatedly into my crotch as she swirled her tongue around her husband's cock while he and I plunged at one another. "Aaangh, aaangh, aaangh," she grunted continuously – vibrating my clit with her groans – as the Greek man ate both of her holes. Finally I felt her neck tense as she had a quick orgasm, causing her to separate from me and crane her neck toward the ceiling, gritting her teeth and flushing. When her climax had passed, she breathed deeply, and gasped, "Okay, Adonis...or whatever your name is...do me good now. I'm...ready!" Her verbal abuse of Dimitri didn't phase him at all, as he pulled his head back from her pussy, shuffled forward on his knees, and – in one fluid move – was into my beautiful brunette friend, apparently to his balls. "Awww, fuuuck, yeeaah!" she yelled, as he began rapid-fire thrusts into her, which were telegraphed to my clit via her sucking mouth.

I couldn't last any longer. I pushed backward as far as I could onto Doug, feeling him hard against my cervix, and ground against him as Kim's tongue flicked my clit, bringing me to a soft, rolling climax. I moaned loudly for about a minute and went limp, prompting three of the four of us to stop humping and relax. Dimitri, however, was in his own zone. His hips slapped loudly against Kim's butt as he drilled her, yet she was hardly moved by his attentiveness. I'd known her for about a year and was aware of how demanding and critical she could be, particularly with male lovers. So, when my peak had passed, she looked around as if she were bothered by a fly on her butt. 

"Kimmie," I whispered, "...c'mere," and held my arms open for her. She pulled forward, disengaging from Dimitri, and rolled onto me, kissing me deeply as I was sandwiched between she and her husband. I slurped noisily at the taste of my juices on her tongue. Dimitri had groaned as she abandoned him, then grasped his cock, jerking on it rapidly to keep it up. 

Looking down at me through slitted eyes, I smelled her slightly fishy breath as she whispered, "I wantcha to eat me, sweetie. I've missed feeling that soft little pink tongue inside me." She then crawled up, with Doug on his back under me, still grinding into me with his delicious cock, and turned 180 degrees, straddling both of our heads with her knees. Her wet, distended pussy lips – already stimulated by Dimitri's interrupted warm-up – dropped to my mouth and I swallowed a stream of her juice as I began to suck and lick at her. 

I love this! I thought. It's what I like best! On my back, legs spread, with a cock poking into me, blind to what's going on elsewhere. My mouth sucking at either a cock or a pussy...it didn't matter anymore...my face covered with the juice of sex...my nose full of sensuous, dirty, odors, and...a woman stroking my naked breasts, torso and cunt with her hands. I feel truly alive when I'm doing this, I mused. I heard people fucking outside our cubicle, but knew that they couldn't possibly be enjoying what they were doing nearly as much as I was. 

I knew that I was being shot on video, too, yet I didn't have to exaggerate what I was feeling for the camera...nearly as much as that girl outside who was bleating like a wounded lamb each time some man fucked into her. In a flash I realized it was the young Phaedra, probably being drilled by JJ, but the thought was fleeting and interrupted as I heard Kim whisper, "Want some o' this, big guy? She's a Greek-American woman! C'mon! There's plenty o' room!" I felt the futon depress as another body crawled between my legs. Then I felt second cock pushing against the top of my slit, seeking entry...against that of the implanted Doug.

Kim had invited Dimitri to fuck me! I realized...at the same time that Doug was! I'd never had two cocks in my pussy at the same time! Would it hurt? No...Kimmie won't let him hurt me...I hoped. "Easy...easy," I heard Doug rasp, as the new glans stretched the top of my pussy. I automatically raised my hips and legs, opening more widely and pulling slightly off of Doug, which allowed Dimitri to slip inside a bit. I felt Doug's helping hands under my buttocks, raising them to relieve the internal pressure, and I dilated myself internally to admit what felt like a huge, angry, two-headed monster. I was breathing so heavily that I felt light-headed, and Kim raised off me slightly so I could fill my lungs. My fuck buddies will take care of me, I thought, as both Doug and Dimitri began screwing me deeply, using alternate strokes. I began a delighted mewling as they worked toward a synchronized rhythm, with Dimitri's prick abrading my clit. Soon, both Kim and I had resumed our cunnilingus.

Minutes passed as the four of us writhed against one another. I felt Kim's hand at my pussy as she leaned over the rutting Dimitri to rub both slippery cocks as they plunged into me. This lowered her clit to my lapping tongue at the same time and we two began cumming, softly at first, then harder, then blindingly as my body nearly burned up with passion. I screamed up into Kim's cunt as she shrieked aloud, and my vagina spasmed uncontrollably as the two men's probes slashed away at my dilated vagina, which seemed as if it was being filled by two animals fighting each other. Though I was pinioned under two people, my body flopped about like a beached fish in response to my internal orgiastic impulses. The fire in my loins threatened to incinerate my entire being as I shouted hysterically, scratching and clawing at either the futon or the nearest flesh, both indistinguishable to my touch. 

Then the men began cumming. Doug had always been a copious ejaculator, but Dimitri proved a close second as my heated insides absorbed a torrent of scalding semen. Each jet brought a fresh, muffled shriek to my lips, plastered as they were to Kim's gash. As the hot seed splashed against my cervix, I felt as if I'd been filled with spewing, boiling lava. The bodies of all four of us shuddered into stillness after a couple of minutes, and we collapsed into a pile, exhausted. 

It was only then that I opened my eyes slightly, tried to focus, and saw Erica, the elder Greek gentleman, and a couple of others watching us from the open doorway. Clearly, our enthusiastic noise, as well as intense curiosity, had drawn a small crowd. I noticed with some small amount of satisfaction that Phaedra's moaning had ceased for a while, but then had resumed. It appeared that she'd found a new partner, or JJ's Viagra dosage was still working. Later I'd see the tapes of them together, and both Erica and I would feel threatened by JJ's enthusiasm with the barely legal teenager. 

"May we speak with you, Ginny?" asked Erica, indicating that Phaedra's uncle, Mr. Metropoulos, also wanted to join us. I'd been a very rude hostess and had started the day's Friendly Friday activities early it seemed. Perhaps now I should talk with some people, I thought.

"Well, c'mon, Doug," said Kim. "Let's grab a bite 'n' look at Ginny's videos. There're some hot new people here we haven't met, too!" They gave me a quick kiss and vacated the cubicle in less than a minute, both of them completely naked and ready for more. 

"This is informal, Ginny," said Erica, establishing her role in the conversation to come, seating herself next to me on the futon.

"I understand," I said, as Mr. Metropoulos sat on a chair he'd brought in with him. 

"I am George," he said in a raspy accent, reaching out to shake my hand. I'd barely succeeded in lowering my skirt around my hips and throwing on my sleeveless top. The man's eyes dropped to the futon cover, which showed a large, growing cum stain leaking from between my legs. He licked his lips lewdly as my own nose picked up the lingering, tangy odor of semen from two males.

I breathed a sigh of relief as JJ ambled in, hooking an arm over the top of the enclosure and grinning. He'd donned a pair of khaki shorts, which showed a spot of cum at his groin, and had put on a Hawaiian shirt, leaving it unbuttoned.

"George wants us to make a movie...about his family," said JJ, smiling at me. "He's willing to finance the production...with certain conditions."

"What're they?" I asked.

"That Phaedra, Dimitri and you star in it...among others," said JJ. "You and I will write it, with his approval. We'll share the profits 50-50, if it goes anywhere financially."

I looked at Erica and she gave me a non-committal blink. "Can we let you know in a couple of days, Mr. Metropoulos?" I asked.

He laughed deeply in his chest and his eyes flashed at me. "Monday will be fine, my deeaarr!" he said. The way he said it made him sound like an old lecher...like my dear, departed Daddy, which made me shiver. Behind his tinted glasses his eyes were black, and seemed molten in an evil, carnal way. He reminded me also of the old village Chief that I'd recently fucked, reluctantly at first, on our vacation. 

Part 2

"It's a great opportunity for you, Ginny," said Erica after the club meeting. "The story George wants to tell parallels your own, and will help you to release your guilt feelings about your early incest with your father." 

"By being paid for it?" I asked. "Doesn't that just make me a prostitute?"

"By watching someone else – Phaedra – act out your teen experiences, and linking them with your current, adult behavior, you'll be objectifying your experience – bringing it into the open – which is healthy. The fact that money is a by-product is only incidental."

"But I'll have to fuck that old man!...on camera!" I objected, shuddering at the thought. 

"He's only a few years older than Jay, Ginny, and he was especially excited by your taking on two men a while ago. Besides, from what I've seen and heard, such a scene would be rather tame, relative to what you've done in the past," she added, making a rather significant point.

"Well, if JJ's all for it – he's convinced me to make porno movies – so...I...I guess I'll do it. But I want to direct the teenage scenes! Will you be my advisor?" I asked.

"Only informally," Erica responded. "I don't want or need a film credit."

On Monday we called Mr. Metropoulos – George – and accepted his offer. JJ and I had put together a plot treatment and budget over the weekend and e-mailed it to him. By the end of the day, he'd responded with several story suggestions and told us to expect a draft contract from his attorney. At the end of the week, after we'd put together a draft script, rather than going to a Friendly Friday meeting, we met at the studio with our Greek benefactor, his niece, Phaedra, and nephew, Dimitri, for some preliminary screen tests. Erica showed up, too, as our consultant.

Screen testing is always uncomfortable, particularly for amateurs. George, Dimitri and I put on robes, which JJ provided. Phaedra donned a classic ballerina outfit – tutu, tights and point shoes – since there'd be a scene of her dancing. As she went through her routines I marveled at her body...so strong, so skilled...so young. Even with makeup she looked about fourteen! Though well developed below her twenty-inch waist, her breasts were typically modest in size for a dancer, about a B-cup. Her hair was drawn back in a bun and, as she twirled easily her full pink mouth was partly open in intense concentration. What a succulent morsel, I thought, especially for her older cousin, Dimitri, who'd be playing her incestuous father in the film. I looked at him and saw that he was captivated by the girl. I wondered if they'd ever been to bed together, or whether she was a prize that her uncle George, his father, had promised him.

When the girl had finished her dance routine, JJ wheeled the video camera around at Dimitri suddenly and said, "Okay, Phaedra, change into your school uniform. Dimitri! Drop your robe!"

Surprised, the Greek guy started to object, but I pulled the robe off his shoulders, knowing that JJ wanted to see how excited his cousin had gotten him. He struggled with me, acting like the amateur he was, so I moved to him and said, "Dimitri, honey, if you're gonna be Phaedra's Daddy in this movie we've gotta check out your cock. It's okay...I've already seen it!"

He released his hold on the robe and, groaning out of resignation, let it drop to reveal his half-hard member. I distinctly heard his father growl in disgust as he sat on a tall stool, raising his own knees to disguise what looked like a mammoth erection. I didn't know what he was so upset about, since Dimitri was no slouch at all in the size department. Phaedra saw all of this and became very excited as she stripped off her costume and slipped into her plaid skirt and starched white shirt, looking like a girl in a parochial high school. JJ said to her, "Okay, Phaedra, do your hair up in braids." To me he said, "Uuh, Ginny, we'll have a fluffer on the set for the men, but... . Oh – what the hell – do it yourself, okay?"

Hey! I thought to myself. I'm the Assistant Director...who just happens to be in the cast, because the old Greek money man over there on the stool with the big hard-on wants me to play his adult daughter in this stupid thing! I looked over at Erica, who gave me a blink, implying that I should do JJ's bidding. So, I knelt in front of Dimitri and he gasped as I took his long, rubbery cock in three fingers, dropping the head down to my opening mouth. "We have to see you hard, baby," I whispered, trying to be as nice as I could to him as I engulfed a couple of inches in my hot mouth. I closed my eyes and a mental image of my teenage self, sucking my father's cock from my knees, returned to me.

Two men groaned as I slowly worked Dimitri's prick into my throat, the guy I was blowing and his father, who gritted his teeth and leaned down to push his elbow into his crotch. "Phaedra! Forget your hair for now and watch this," said JJ. "Oh, you're almost finished with the braids. Well, hurry up! It's one of your top scenes in the film, and you can learn from a real pro!"

A part of me was insulted, but a deeper part was very flattered. I knew I was a good cock sucker! Had I gone to college and they'd awarded a varsity letter in the sport, I could've gotten one! Even when in high school! When her braids were finished, Phaedra came to my side, watching closely as I plied my tongue slowly around her cousin's glans. I then pumped him shallowly a few times, then dropped my tongue down to ease him past my epiglottis into my throat, moving my head in a small circle to drive the man wild as he was completely engulfed. I pulled off, grinning broadly, and mumbled, "Aangglffslp," as I kept saliva from dropping to my tits, which were now bared to him through my open robe. 

"Bring him up slowly, Gin...that's it," said JJ as he panned in for a close up. "When he pops, point him at Phaedra. We wanta see how enthusiastic she is when she gobbles him."

Phaedra had danced for over a dozen years – since she was five – so wasn't a stranger to the stage...nor to rehearsals, so she watched ever so closely. I knew this girl might be good on camera...I just felt it. But I didn't like the way JJ treated her...as if she were a debutante or something. I could teach her a lot! I thought, with both of us being Greek-American and all. Besides, she seemed sweet, unaffected, and anxious to learn everything. She would make some man very happy some day, once she found a good one, like I had. Maybe someone like JJ. 

I was daydreaming, having spaced-out on the real reason I was here. This was a screen test. Right now, I needed to see how Dimitri would cum...and how he'd do it in Phaedra's mouth. At this point I was almost sure that he and she had never been together, probably since old George had forcibly kept them apart under threat of severe retribution. He seemed to be the patriarch of the entire family, and this film would be a personal testament to his control over his niece and son. I wondered if he exercised the same control over the rest of his family. 

I also thought of my own father as I throated Dimitri, since he was the screen persona of my Daddy when I'd been younger. I'd learned so much about how to treat men since my own flesh and blood had first stuck that fearsome male thing into my little mouth when I'd been dressed – much as Phaedra was now – in my school uniform. I'd been terrified! Aside from the fact that I hadn't been able to breathe, I was afraid that God would punish me...sending me to hell because of what I'd done. What I'd done during my first time, anyway. 

But, as I remembered Daddy's moans, I knew that he'd love me forever since what I was doing had made him so happy! I knew that if I kept making him happy he'd always love me. He'd always want me and, before Mom came home from work late or went to bed early because she usually drank too much wine, he and I could snuggle on the couch in front of the TV and he'd lift me onto his lap. Then his hands would come up under my skirt, stroking my parted legs...into my panties, and...his fingers would touch me and...Oh, Gawd, I've got to cum! I now thought, as I remembered my deflowering, my head full of prurient images from my 18-year-old past. 

My hand immediately went between my legs to strum at my buzzing clit. Then I flashed back on Daddy lifting me up and settling me down onto his lap as his hard thing slowly slid inside me, spreading the tender, pink folds between my legs. Then I'd feel hot all over as I'd start to move up and down on him, filling myself with his flesh, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing his face – smelling liquor on his breath – and whispering in his ear, "I love you, Daddy...I love you...love you...love you so much...".

"Uu-uuh-uungh!" grunted Dimitri, as his first blast of cum exploded into my mouth.

"Ginny!" shouted JJ, pulling me from my reverie to point Dimitri's pulsing cock at Phaedra's face.

She was enthusiastic, but there was only so much that she could do. Most of the shots from his cock splashed onto the girl's face and shirt because of my trembling hand around his dick. My other hand was between my legs, wringing from my insides the wracking spasms of a delightful orgasm. Phaedra eventually grabbed her cousin's cock to swallow the remains of his load, but it was I who truly enjoyed the screen test as my teenage memories revisited me. I slowly savored the remnants of Dimitri's cum on my tongue and looked over at his father.




The Past Is Prologue Ch. 01



"Now we will do it!" he exulted, throwing off his robe and standing before me like some great, hairy ape, his arms akimbo. His cock was among the largest I'd ever seen: thick, long and menacing. It was uncircumcised, which didn't bother me, but it was also ugly: gnarled, its skin pocked and bumpy, and it was almost light gray in color, with a maroon glans peeking from under its foreskin. It had hair growing down the first couple of inches from its base, probably because its great size precluded that part ever being inside a woman's vagina. Though I'm bad at measurements, it looked to be a foot long and probably three inches in diameter...bigger around than a beer can. Had my Daddy lived to George's age, I wondered if his package would've become so nearly so intimidating. 

"JJ!" I called in alarm, still breathing heavily from my climax. "We need prep time!"

"Uuh, yeah. You're right, Gin," he said, regarding the elder Greek's member. "George! Back off a minute! Let's give the kids a break so they can study the script while you and Ginny get to know each other. Let's put the robes back on and we'll talk about where we are at this point." JJ, himself, seemed intimidated by George's phenomenal anatomy and – thank Gawd – had decided to take time out for an executive meeting. I looked at Erica, who appeared somewhat uneasy as well, and slipped back into my robe. This "dealing with Daddy's abuse" scheme of hers wasn't going to be as easy as it first had sounded.

The meeting went well, I guess, and I got along okay with George after his initial exuberance. With patience on both of our parts, and help from gobs of lubricant, we were able to fuck. Well, we were able to merge. I chose to be on top during this first screen test session, so I could slowly get used to the size of old George's mammoth pole, which brought to mind the pains I'd had in giving birth to my daughter, Andrea. Neither of us had an orgasm during the practice, and he excused himself when we'd finished rehearsing to go to the restroom...probably to jerk off, I thought. At the end of our session, Erica suggested that I train at home with progressively larger dildos to prepare myself for the days we'd be shooting our scenes. Privately, she confessed to me that she, herself, had difficulty receiving large men, citing JJ as an example. This gave me pause. Why did she have to mention him? I wondered, possessively. 

"I was never able to marry and have a family," George said sadly. "The very few women that I've wanted as my wife over the years could never take my...my great size," he said, pointing embarrassedly at his crotch. "So, I adopted Dimitri as my son when I got wealthy, and became Phaedra's guardian when my sister died. This film will be as if he were me. She and you, Ginny, will play my daughter at two different times in my life...one at Dimitri's age, the other at present."

I'd helped write the draft script so I already knew this creation of his modern Greek myth. But, older Greek men are invariably sexist to a fault – treating women as stupid cum vessels – even to the point where he'd asked JJ to fuck his niece, Phaedra, during our swingers' meeting, with him watching. "I fully understand, George," I said, sucking up to the old man. But, I'd vowed to remain firm as I later directed Phaedra's scenes with Dimitri, since I wanted to accurately depict my incestuous experiences with my Daddy when I'd been a teen.

"And," he continued, "when I saw you entertaining two young men in your...your pooossie, I knew that you'd be able to accept me."

Well, I thought, my "pooossie," as you call it, has its limits. "I'm anxious to begin shooting, George," was all that I said. "JJ, why don't you explain the production sequence."

"Right!" said JJ. "First, we shoot Phaedra doing one of her ballets. She's in Les Sylphides now with her amateur company, so the crew can get some good, stock footage at the theatre. This'll be done in sepia tone, which'll make it look like it's a flashback to the past."

"Explain the contrasts, JJ," I encouraged.

We were definitely on the same page, I thought, as he explained, "She'll look more mature in her ballet costume than she really is, which will create the pristine image of an innocent young artist about to be debauched. Later we'll get some footage of Dimitri doing just that. But first we'll cut to her getting out of school in her uniform, carrying books, and being fucked by her Daddy, Dimitri. Lots of close body shots, showing those incredible legs, yet looking pure and innocent in her braids with only screen makeup."

"Explain the family situation, JJ," I said.

"Gimme a sec, Gin! The actress playing Phaedra's mother will leave to work a 4-to-midnight shift as a hospital employee, and father and daughter will be left alone in the house."

"I like it!" said George, glancing at his watch. "But, I have an appointment now. I have a copy of the shooting schedule, but you must call me a day before I need to appear." Then he left, along with Dimitri and Phaedra. 

"You forgot to tell him about the blue tone for the sex scenes between Daddy and me!" I blurted out, sounding distraught. Erica, who'd remained silent the entire time, stood and wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

"You must relax, Ginny!" she said. "You're doing fine...just fine. I am pleased that you're so insistent on the precise details. I know that Jay is. Is that what your dreams look like? Was that your script suggestion? To do those scenes in blue?" She was trying her best to calm me.

I was shaking, remembering what the first time was like when Daddy had seen me after skating practice. I saw him – in my mind's eye – standing in the doorway of my bedroom...how he'd looked down at me so strangely as I'd knelt submissively on the floor, with a piercing, hot look in his eyes. It was a look that I'd never before seen on his face. I remembered my stuffed teddy bear on the bed and my Pinocchio doll on the dresser through the dark hue that colored my vision. I heard the metallic grating of his zipper roaring in my ears as it ground from its zenith down to its stop. Then I saw the black hair on the back of his hand – a dream that still recurs periodically – as he stuck it in his fly and flopped out his...his huge thing. It was the mysterious male "dick" that my girlfriends giggled about daily, yet few of them had ever seen except on their little brothers. I was terrified as he ran the dripping red head back and forth across my lips. Then...I remembered its first taste... . Even my memories of it still registered in the color blue.

"Gin? Gin?" It was JJ, dragging me from my reverie. "Are you okay?"

"Hmmm?...Yeah...sorry," I apologized. "I zoned out there for a minute. JJ, let's take another look at the script. There are a few things I think we should add to heighten the suspense."

In the next few days, shooting went very well as hours of stock footage piled up. Most of it was of Phaedra and Dimitri, coming and going from school and the ballet theatre, shots in the car, and interior shots of them both – clothed – in a furnished apartment that had been rented for the production. But there were a few long scenes that needed to be shot of George and me at the airport – in present-day rather than sepia or blue tones – when I picked him up after a flight from Greece. Several other scenes were also needed, in and around the airport and travelling home in the car with me driving.

Our shooting permit at the airport's international terminal was only good for four hours so the crew had to hustle through their setup. It was a bright, sunny morning so we could use natural light. The new building had a second floor of shops and restaurants with a railing so passengers could look down onto the concourse level. I'd be shot – waiting for George's or "Daddy's" plane – first from the ground floor, then a couple of from the second floor. I was wearing a black, linen blazer with a short, powder blue, pleated cotton skirt, a blouse of the same color, and black heels. As I waited, JJ directed me to watch the crowd of arrivals with one foot up on the railing, which allowed the cameras to shoot up my skirt to my crotch, emulating the view Daddy would have when he first saw me. In his infinite wisdom, JJ thought the shot would be more compelling if I didn't wear panties. So, when I saw him, and called down to him, my Daddy could look straight up and see my bald pussy. We did six different takes of that shot, much to the curious delight of airline passengers and several airport employees. 

After that sequence, one cameraman followed us to the car, focusing mostly on my legs and ass and George's hand, as he copped feels walking toward our vehicle in the parking garage. When we reached the large, rented SUV, several stock shots were taken of me through the open passenger door, and of George pawing me as my skirt rode high on my thighs. Then, he sat in the passenger seat and the cameraman shot across his lap, showing his horny hands as they lifted my skirt to my weak vocal protests. The crew had rigged a remote camera on the floor in front, so when George took me in the front seat, our meshing parts would be filmed, showing glimpses between his legs of my tits and passionate grimaces. All this would be done without sound, which would later be dubbed in, and it was a good thing because we all ended up laughing due to George's anxious persistence. He was breathlessly horny for me and, I assumed, was anticipating what would occur in the next couple of scenes.

Our permit allowed us to cordon off one small corner in the multi-storied parking structure, to keep away curious passersby. So, with a couple of lights to brighten the otherwise gloomy setting, we set out to do the "welcome" scene between father and daughter after years of their being apart on different continents. As the story line went, I was to submit to my horny Daddy's overtures, which he'd made since we'd met in the terminal, and let him fuck me in a dark corner of the parking lot. Unlikely in reality, yes, but consistent with what might have happened in my recent adult life, given my slutty behavior and if my father had been alive. In any case, this scene was the most exciting for me, since it was to be done in a public setting. Erica had suggested that I consciously diminish my periodic episodes of exhibitionist fucking, yet I still had to admit that it might be years before I'd completely lose the lewd desire to do so.

As the cameraman leaned over the back of the seat, my thighs trembled as I relaxed and allowed George's fingers to pry them apart. He lifted my skirt to my waist and stroked lightly up my inner thighs, actually causing goose bumps to appear, and swiped two thick fingers up my moist slit repeatedly. I closed my eyes and moaned, forgetting that the digits inside me belonged to the horny old Greek. I let my mind wander to where it felt best, imagining JJ – or even some of the Polynesian youths I'd fucked on vacation – probing me. As his fingers began to shine from my juice under the camera lights, I opened my thighs further, exposing my hairless, pink slit to the lens...and George's eyes. 

His fingers felt good, and my hands went to my breasts, squeezing my nipples through my bra-less top. His insistent probing kept moving across my G spot and I shivered from sexual desire, kicking off a high heel and lifting my right leg off the floorboard to plant my foot in George's lap as he leaned over me from the right. The arch of my foot felt his gigantic prick through his pants and, for a moment, I was again aware that he was a horny old Greek, in his sixties, much like my father would be if he were alive today. But I didn't care. That familiar switch had flipped in my head and, though I was supposed to act in this scene, what I really wanted to do was fuck!

"Jeezus! You started without me!" I heard JJ say, as he walked up to the passenger side of the SUV. One look at me with my eyes closed and he knew that I was well beyond taking much direction. "All right, pan in closely and get a close-up of his fingers in her. Then, no cuts, we'll keep shooting. Batteries okay?" he asked the cameraman, who nodded affirmatively. 

George's batteries were okay, too. For an older man he was remarkably agile, yet dwarfed me with his size. He slipped off his suit jacket and tie – pulling his fingers from me only for moments – and threw his garments aside, then dropped his pants and underwear quickly as his elephantine cock sprang out at me. I was hunched down in the driver's seat, sideways, with my legs spread open to his busy hand, and he rose over me, pointing his erect shaft directly at my mouth. The cameraman edged into the passenger door so the film would show the alarm on my face as I realized that my aged Daddy wanted me to blow him. 

"Blow" wasn't really the correct word. "Lick" and "drool" would be more accurate. I took his member in both hands, pushing back the gray foreskin as if I were shucking a giant ear of corn, and stretched my lips over the maroon head. I'd never before been so orally challenged, and tried to take more of him, but succeeded only in implanting his cock an inch or so past his corona in my wet mouth. Both of us groaned, he in ecstasy, I in disappointment. Though I have a very wide mouth, my jaw just couldn't take any more of his massive meat, much less my throat. But that didn't mean failure, I thought, thinking as Erica would, always on the positive side. It meant that I'd do anything that I could to make him enjoy this part of the sequence until the next one...and especially the "money shot." After all, that's what porno film customers pay for.

"Aaahhh...Ginny...Ginny...Ginny," George exhorted, as I laved the end of his huge pole. Here was a man who'd – most likely – seldom felt the privileges of fellatio, I thought. Even the most experienced whore would be intimidated by such a freakishly large appendage. So, I would please him this way for a while. Then, I would show him what perhaps dozens – if not hundreds – of women had been unable to...I'd take him inside my body and claim a load of his aging seed. I'd rehearsed, pleasantly, for hours with huge dildos at Erica's advice, solely for the purpose of preparing for George. And oddly, at this moment, I felt as if I were acting as a sex therapist, totally different from her. Erica was a theorist, I concluded. I was an experienced practitioner.

And JJ was the observer – the voyeur – as well as the director. "Cut!" he barked to the cameraman, then handed me an open tube of lubricant, which I quickly stuck in my vagina and squeezed, squirting more into myself than I meant to. While I did this, JJ reclined the seats a bit more. "Unbutton your shirt, George. I want Ginny to take it off you when things get heated." George did so, as I stroked his cock with both hands, intent on keeping him up. I also resumed sucking on his glans, which got us both nicely back into the scene. "Okay, roll it!" said JJ, and we were off again, this time with sound, since JJ had switched on a highly sensitive recorder with a mono-directional mike he was holding.

I'd never particularly liked hairy men, and George had a profusion of thick, black fuzz all over his body. I released his cock and ran my fingers down to its base, combing through the hirsute forest at his groin, as I fondled his huge, full balls in both hands, then followed him down to my open slit as he stirred into my sloppily-prepared cooze. As I slipped his shirt off I raked through the black hair on his chest and shoulders, looking up into his fiery black eyes as he nestled himself between my lubed labia. He looked back down at me and pushed slightly, the pressure immediately causing me to grunt. I closed my eyes, raised my chin upward and gasped. He was inside me no more than an inch, probably, yet it seemed like a mile. I opened my eyes and spread my legs wider, trying desperately to relax inside and nodded quickly, indicating that I was again ready. He withdrew again and pushed further – no more than two inches – and I grunted again, "Uuuu-uuunggh," as his glans slid into me. For a fleeting moment, I was glad I held an equity position in this project. Had I been only an actress, I probably would have cut and run, screaming to my agent for a bonus...or a hospitalization plan.

But George had waited for this. Years of physical frustration were manifest in this early afternoon filming. Yes, we'd rehearsed, but only nominally...to see if we were physically compatible at all. And it had been I who had given JJ the go-ahead on the scenes with the old Greek satyr. So, it was up to me to deliver. Secretly, I must confess that my motive had had a bestial basis to it. I wanted to see if I could tame this aging bull.

Women are built to do this, I flashed. And, I was as experienced sexually – perhaps more – than anyone I knew. So, as George resumed his slow, gentle penetrations, I conquered the initial pain of his thrusts and learned to dilate inside and breathe deeply during our intercourse...almost as if I were doing it for the first time. Each time his thick member cycled into me he claimed more depth, a bit at a time, as I began moaning constantly in echoes to his animalistic grunts. I reached to the neckline of my blouse and ripped it open, baring my tits to him, hoping that he'd suck hard at my nipples. Instead, he reached up with one hand to roll one of them between his gnarled fingers, then we both struggled – grunting as we did so – to pull my shirt and blazer off to free my arms. 

Then he bit me, hard, on one of my nipples. I yelled, "Aoowwoo," and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my other tit to do the same. This wasn't gentle. This was an incestuous coupling between father and daughter screen characters who hadn't seen one another in years. And that was the signal for him to start fucking me...hard. He'd shown remarkable restraint up to now, for which I was glad. But I was full of him, lubed, and leaking a combined slurry of natural and synthetic juices around his cock that now eased the frictional abrasion previously suffered by my labia. They were stretched nearly bloodless until they looked white – I'd later see from the footage taken by the camera on the floor – as tautly as thick rubber bands surrounding the Sunday newspaper. 

"I can't," I whined at him, my brow furrowed, as he tried to go beyond my cervix. "Maybe later. We'll have to...go easily," I whispered, trying to mollify him. I looked down at his thick, shiny rod as it cycled in and out of me and saw only the hairy portion of his cock sticking out of me. "It's okay...George...honey...do me hard and cum. I'll take as much as I can," I said, as his mature hips began increasingly rapid thrusts up into my body. His hands reached under me to cup my buttocks – just like Daddy used to do! – and I raised my knees up and outward to take him to my cervix, when I was convinced that he wouldn't try and pierce my womb. That's finally when our true fucking began.

He started first, pistoning up into my hot insides and stopping at my cervix, with each push driving the air from my lungs. Each plunge brought from me an "Uuungh...uuungh...uuungh," while George puffed like a steam engine. Finally, after a few minutes, he slowed down, and that's when I took over. Not only did I feel more stuffed with cock than ever before, but George's colossal meat had stretched me inside so that nerves heretofore never stimulated had come alive. I was a woman in full rut, nearly insane with desire, and was now babbling constantly for him to fuck me. "Hold still!" I finally shouted at him, since I wanted to fuck much faster than he possibly could. I planted both bare feet on the car seat and began to lunge at him, taking all that I could with lightning-fast thrusts on and off his huge pole. I felt as if I were fucking a fire hydrant, and as I screamed "Daddeee!" I wanted his cock to issue forth unending streams to quench the blazes inside me. My orgasms began soon thereafter, the first stopping me for a few seconds as I quivered and shrieked, then the second...and third...following closely in a line, prompting George to resume his plunges. "Ahh, yesss! Yesss! Yeeaahh! Awwgh, agaaaiin! Agaaaiiin! Yeeaah! Ohh...ohhh...ohhhh," I mewled as my stretched vagina clutched at him, causing George to tense and growl down at me as he began cumming. My insides felt boiled as he splashed into me, once, then twice.




The Past Is Prologue Ch. 02



Ginny's still dealing with hang-ups about her incestuous teenage deflowering...through hypnotic therapy. Strangely, she's making a porno film about it. Read "Ginny's Witnesses, Chs. 4-6," for background, and please cast your votes! 

*

"Is that beautiful young Asian girl your daughter's nanny?" Dr. Erica asked, after her first cup of coffee late Saturday morning. She did not look like my sex therapist, casually dressed as she was in a light green culotte skirt and pale green sleeveless top that strained at its seams to contain her full, 36-C breasts. Her long, thick, black hair was clipped at one side of her graceful neck, and her buttery, tan, East Indian skin looked radiant in the brightly colored outfit.

"Oh! Luala?" I responded, wrestling in my mind for a way to tell her. "She's...uhh...yeah. As I told you, we brought her back from our vacation on Pohnpei. She's in the Architecture Program at the university." I excused myself to go to the kitchen to grind more coffee beans. As the grinder did its thing, I didn't notice that she'd walked into the kitchen behind me.

"Is there something I should know about Luala?" she asked. Gawd, she was perceptive!

After a day of strenuous fucking on the set of a porno movie we were making, I'd just spent an exhaustive night with my father, JJ, and Luala, who was a gorgeous, 18-year-old bisexual girl. The recreational sex we'd practiced during our vacation on Pohnpei had evolved into a full-blown threesome relationship now that we were home, with JJ wanting me to be the more dominant of we two females while he encouraged our lesbian activities. Though I still received some of his sexual attention, it was becoming clear that he was smitten by the island girl of Japanese and Pohnpeian descent, rutting openly with her while I watched. In my eyes, his actions since we'd been home threatened me, and I felt as if I were being treated like an old shoe. 

I leaned back against the kitchen counter, my fingers gripping its edge, and Erica's eyes bore into me, waiting for an answer. For a few moments I was silent. Then I just started weeping – something I never do – with huge, crocodile tears running down my cheeks. "Ooohhh...Gawd, Erica...I'm so unhappy!" I blubbered, as she stepped toward me and we hugged. It was a friendly, comfortable hug, and because she's four inches taller, with large breasts, she made me feel a bit like a child being reassured by an elder sister. I melted into her arms, sobbing into her shoulder, "I'm so afraid he'll leave me for her...or somebody else really young!"

"Shhh, little darling. Shhh," she cooed, stroking the back of my head. "I will do everything I can to prevent that from happening," she said in her stilted English, comforting me in her professional psychiatrist's way. Then she squeezed me and pulled back to look into my eyes. "Do you understand?" 

"Oh, yesss," I exhaled, letting the tension roll from me into her comforting body. "Thank you," I mumbled, looking into her eyes, at which I felt her gradually stiffen in my arms. She then pulled away and turned her back to me, bringing her hands to her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, touching her velvety shoulder.

"I cannot lose my objectivity," she murmured, then turned to face me.

"Why? We're friends...buddies almost, what with all that's happening, and...".

"I'm feeling closer to you than I should," she interrupted. "When you touch or embrace me, something in me recoils. It seems so unnatural. At the same time it's...it's...exciting," she whispered.

"I know what you're saying, kind of," I said, gripping her upper arms. Then I just poured everything out to her. "For the longest time I was afraid of getting close to women. My Mom had a lesbian relationship after Daddy died and I was so ashamed of her. Then I had a one-night stand when I was skating on tour, which made me feel terribly guilty. After that I had an ongoing fling – with JJ and my old friend, Carol, who was pregnant – which was kind of okay since I knew she needed a man 'cuz her husband was neglecting her. I was still reluctant and felt ashamed, but I did it mainly to keep JJ interested."

She nodded her head and said, "And that's how you justified your becoming bisexual...in your mind," she said, "...because you assumed it would excite Jay and he would love you more." 

"You seem to really understand," I said.

"Oh, I understand. Regardless of that, when you and I become physically close...as we are now...I feel something that I cannot explain, rationally." She looked down at me, her black eyes pools of repressed knowledge that I felt she was afraid to impart.

I'd seen that look on other women. I also detected a single nervous tick in her full upper lip, betraying substantial tension. My grip on her arms relaxed a bit and it only required one step to pull her to me and hug her again. I nuzzled my face into the side of her soft neck and she smelled a little like jasmine. I opened my lips and licked her slightly, causing her to moan and shiver. Encouraged, I tilted up my head and kissed her fully on the mouth. Her lips were stiff at first, reluctant to loosen, yet, in a moment she'd parted them and allowed me to lick between them, sweet with their orange gloss. I started to shift my position for a deeper kiss, and she suddenly froze, whirling away from me with her breasts heaving as she gasped excitedly for air.

"Erica...I...".

"No...a thousand apologies. It is all my fault," she said, palming her chest with one hand, then cupping her breasts upward from their sides. I knew that I'd turned her on, and that she truly wanted to stroke her nipples which – even through her bra and top – poked petulantly out at me. "I am a professional. We must discuss this at length...apart from Jay."

Since JJ was gone for the day – making up for lost time in the office – and my daughter, Andi, and Luala had just left for the nearby park to play, I wanted to talk about it now! I realized that there was more than merely my life to deal with here, but she was my therapist! Correction! Erica preferred good friend. Nevertheless, she was becoming part of the whole, screwed-up soap opera. 

"Okay," I said, "...what do you suggest?" emptying the ground coffee into the maker.

"Uhh, Ginny," Erica said, haltingly, "I can arrange my appointment schedule...to be on the movie set...if you like." Erica had become very interested in the porno movie that my father and I were making about my sexual past. 

"Would you?" I asked. "In the meantime, show me how I can hang onto JJ without becoming a raging lesbian. Luala's architectural degree's gonna take five years. That's a long time to have a hot bisexual woman under my roof!"

"I suggest we start with hypnosis...to help free you from your fears of losing Jay if you don't comply with his sexual directives," she said. "You will make better decisions if we can keep you from being manic about that. Perhaps we could start with memories of your father...how he treated you as a teen...and how you've linked those early experiences with receiving love and attention from men."

"You mean, tell you about how Daddy took my virginity?" I asked.

"Yes. Have you ever been hypnotized before?" she asked.

"No, but – Gawd knows – I'm very susceptible to the powers of suggestion, and I'm told that half the battle is wanting to be hypnotized...by a person one trusts."

"That does make it easier," she admitted. "Is there a place we can go right now and not be interrupted?"

"Yeah, c'mon down to the TV room. There's a chaise down there I can relax on and you can walk me through it." 

When we were settled, Erica took a tape recorder from her bag and asked, "Do you mind?" 

"It's okay by me," I mumbled. At her request, I'd already begun a deep breathing exercise to relax and clear my mind.

"Please close your eyes and think of nothing, except perhaps your favorite color, maybe mixing it with fog or smoke...nothing sharp or distinguishable. Clench your fist and place it on your stomach. I will continue to speak with you in a soft voice. When my voice lulls you into a state of complete relaxation your fist should relax and open. At that point you can open your mind and tell me about your memories. Trust me...trust me...trust me...trust me," she intoned, then lapsed into soft Hindi chants – for minutes it seemed – until my body felt light, airy and in complete repose.

"Are you trusting me, Ginny?" I heard in my reverie.

"Ohh...yesss," I said to Erica's voice.

"Gooood. Nowww...tell me about your father on that pivotal daayyyy...".

The memories were crystal clear, as I began to recount my story to Erica. I felt as if I were a teenage skating geek again, full of naïve assumptions about life. I'd been purposely sheltered by my "old country" father – had been forbidden to date boys – and was shy and embarrassed at having to wear my hair in braids, while my few girlfriends all looked like stylish teenage hotties. The only thing that saved me – since my breasts were still small – were my athletic hips and legs. 

"I...I walked in the house...burst in the front door after skating practice in my parochial school uniform...you know...the typical plaid skirt and white blouse, loaded down with books, which I dumped on the couch." 

"'Mom!' I called, 'You still here?' Mom – looking ten years older than her age of 35 – was applying makeup to camouflage her swollen eyes as she prepared for a shift at the hospital where she worked. I remember her light green scrub uniform made her already pasty complexion look even more sallow."

"'I'm here!' she called. I ran in, tried to hug her, and she grumbled, 'Don't, Ginny! You'll smear my makeup!'"

Erica's voice said, "Was your mother always so cold?" 

"You don't know the half of it," I answered. "But Daddy probably made her grumpy. Aside from his real estate deals, all he did was drink and take drugs."

"And that's what killed him?" asked the voice.

"Yeah. That and his bad heart." 

"Go on," urged Erica's soft voice.

"Okay. Then I said, 'I met the cutest guy from St. Boniface's today, Mom...at the snack bar. He asked me out to a movie!' I recall flopping onto the unmade bed...Mom and Daddy's bed...and plucking absently at some curly, black hairs on the sheets." 

"'Ginny!' said Mom. 'I can't talk right now. I'll get docked if I'm late one more time!'" 

"'Well, why didn't you get up a little earlier?' I asked."

"'Cuz I drank too much wine last night,' she said."

"Then I remember my Daddy, who'd poured himself a big glass of Ouzo, the strong Greek drink, sticking his head in the door. Daddy always started drinking just before Mom went to work. The TV was blaring out in the living room."

"'Oh...sorry,' I said to Mom. 'Well...guess I'll see you...tomorrow. Bye.' Then I got up and went to my room, feeling deflated and rejected."

"It sounds as if your mother might have been highly stressed," said Erica's voice, very quietly.

"In my room I laid on my bed, idly petting my giant teddy bear, Buddy, while I heard Mom say goodbye to Daddy before she slammed the front door. I hugged Buddy to my little breasts and kissed him, rolling around on my bed as if we were two lovers." 

"Were you?" Erica's voice asked.

"Ohh...I held him between my legs at night and masturbated against him until I felt hot all over, but it was nothing serious. You know what teens are like. I'd started getting my period a couple of years before, and on that day I had those crazy, breathless feelings I always got just before it started each month."

"It felt good, then," her voice concluded. 

"'Vat are you doingk', leetle Ginny?' I heard Daddy speak from the doorway. He had a thick Greek accent." 

"'Oh, just messin' around with Buddy,' I said. I looked up at Daddy, carrying his tall glass of booze, and his watery eyes were fixed on me."

"'You should not hug animals like zat, babee. Ees not natural,' he said, taking a long slug. 'You vant to hug someseeng, hug your Daddy,' he said."

"'Oh...Daddy, I don't wanna snuggle now,' I said, pleadingly. As I'd grown up, my father and I had hugged a lot. And at this point in my life I'd gotten excited several times before when he'd caressed me through my clothes while we watched TV. He'd always stopped just short of touching my private parts, though, which usually caused me to go to my bedroom and roll around with Buddy."

"'Your Daddy could use zome of Ginny's zugar,' he said, meaning sugar, as he scratched the hair on one forearm and moved closer to my bed. 'You vill gib me a leetle zugar?'"

"'Oohhnngh, Daddy, I just wanna stay in my room. I'll watch TV with you later,' I said, trying to put him off."

"'Ginny! For ze last time, I need some hugs...some zugar. Come here!' he ordered in a drunken voice. He'd apparently started drinking earlier than usual on that day. 'On your knees and gib me your hand,' he growled, as I got off the bed. Since I'd been a little girl, he'd always made me kneel before him when I was being disciplined. He took my hand and placed it on his pants, on his upper thigh." 

"That scared me a little so I said, 'I'll be good, Daddy. I'll hug you...if you want.' I remember wishing he hadn't been drunk. He was always bossy and mean when he drank. I might've wanted to snuggle with him if only he hadn't been tipsy. At the same time, I did always feel better after we hugged a little on days like this, just before my period. It made me relax inside 'n' stuff."

"A natural physical reaction in many teen girls," observed Erica's voice.

"'Ohhh...you vill hug me, alright', he chuckled. 'I heard you tell your muzzer a boy asked you out on a date.' He always called my Mom 'muzzer'."

"'Not really a date,' I said. 'Just to go to a movie with a buncha other kids.'"

"He raised his hand to stop me and said, 'My leetle girl ees getting all grown up. Boys vant to go out wiz her. Touch her all over. Remember, all zey vant ees one sing, Ginny!'" 

"'Oh, Daddy!' I whined, looking pleadingly up at him, hoping he wouldn't lecture me like he always did about boys. After all, I was in high school! Then my eyes dropped to the front of his pants. There was a huge bulge right at his crotch, a large swelling that I'd always seen before when we'd touched one another on the living room couch." 

"I knew what it was and, though I was curious, I was apprehensive. My girl friends and I talked about men's things all the time – yet I'd never seen one – but we'd always described 'em as snakes. I wanted to see one and everything, just to satisfy my curiosity and all, but I was still alarmed, since Daddy was half drunk and I didn't know how big and mean his snake might be."

"Frightening for an impressionable young girl," said Erica's soothing voice.

"Really! Then he saw me stare at the bulge. 'Go ahead, Ginny. Touch eet! You nefer have and I gif you my permission. Eet ees time you deed! You knowww you vaaant tooo,' he muttered, sounding awfully dirty." 

"'I'm really scared, Daddy,' I whimpered."

"'Jus' move your hand over an' touch eet!' he growled." 

"I closed my eyes and started to weep, shaking my head in refusal."

"'Okay, zen I'll do eet!' he said, roughly. He grabbed my hand and put it on the big bulge! It was all hot and I felt it jump under his pants like it was alive! And this is one of the things I'll never forget...while he held my hand, Daddy pulled down his zipper as far as it would go. The sound seemed deafening and I remember shuddering until it stopped." 

"My ears were pounding in time with my heart, and my palms were sweaty as I pulled my hand away and plunged it into the hollow of my skirt where my legs met. There was a clenching feeling there that I'd felt before when playing with Buddy that I didn't fully understand. Then another scary thing happened that's always stayed with me. Daddy's hairy hand moved into the open fly of his pants and he pulled out his thing! It sprang out and up suddenly. It was very long and thick. My heart was in my throat and I couldn't breathe, 'cuz it looked really hard, and was dark red on the end where a tube of tan skin partially covered it. Before I knew it he'd snapped his fingers, demanding my hand. I slowly raised my fingers to him and he placed my sweaty palm on the amazing, hot thing. My fingers automatically tried to curl around it, but they wouldn't reach. But, I didn't dare move my hand...it just lay on top of it. The thing felt so hard, yet it was so smooth to the touch, like silk or satin. It seemed as soft as the skin between my own legs! I moaned and squeezed it once, causing Daddy to groan, close his eyes and raise his head upward. A drop of stuff appeared from the slit on the end...the little hole in the dark red part. I squeezed again, still frightened but now very curious, realizing that my hand could do that...could make him ooze. Another drop popped out and stuck between my thumb and forefinger."

"'Uh-uh-uh-uh, Daddy...'."

"'Yesss...babee...don' be afraid. Daddy needs thees...', and he took one pace forward, sticking the scary thing right in my face, as it stiffened even more and jumped up and down twice. He then wrapped his right hand over mine and placed his left one behind my head. His fingers pressed against the base of my skull between my two braids. Then he held his thing in two fingers and rubbed the end of it...his dick!...across my slightly open lips, from one side of my mouth to the other. I trembled all over when he did that, and I saw my spit that had coated the...you know...the end. The gooey stuff on it tasted funny, kinda salty and a little like tapioca with no sugar. Without warning, he flicked his hips forward and the tip of his thing went into my mouth. I bleated, then looked up with my lips around him, and he was staring down at me...so lovingly!" 

"I'd never before seen that soft, tender expression in his eyes, and I realized that my lips – what I was doing – were causing him to love me...or love me more than he did before! I couldn't get enough of that look, so I began moving my hand on his cock. I even took more of it in my mouth, licking it, which made him grimace and groan, and once again to glance down with that loving look. So, I moved my tongue around his prick again – several times – and opened my mouth wider. Of course, he took advantage of that."

"Did he force you?" I heard Erica's voice ask.

"No, I was too eager to please him! 'Tell me what to do, Daddy,' I whispered, pulling off him for a second. 'I wanna make you feel good!' I was so naïve for a high school girl."

"'Ohhh...Ginny...my sweet leetle girl. Jus' suck softly on me...an' move your head back and forth,' he gasped."

"I did as he asked, very slowly and wetly, and soon he was pushing all the way to the back of my mouth 'til I gagged. When I did that, I reached up with both hands to encircle his dick, so we could move together without me choking. That worked for several minutes, until I got used to his taste. It was really quiet, except for the sound of my lips smacking around him. I actually kind of liked it, especially since he was whispering my name so softly...so lovingly...and groaning. He kept pushing into my mouth slowly, then pulling out. After a while I began moving my head to and fro so he didn't have to flex his hips. When I did that, though, his hips moved faster...then faster yet...and he began making whimpering sounds, sounding very unlike himself. Then, all of a sudden, he moved his hips at me really fast and splashed a whole lot of hot juice into my mouth. When he did that, I yelled in my throat, terrified, and tried to pull off, but his iron grip on the back of my head held me in place, forcing me to swallow all the creamy stuff he was shooting down my virgin throat. It seemed to take forever as I gulped and gulped, sometimes gagging a little. It felt as if I'd swallowed a gallon of thin, sweet though sour white sauce, and I waited 'til his thighs stopped trembling and he'd released my head. I peered up at him as he looked down and there was a gentle, peaceful smile on his face."




The Past Is Prologue Ch. 02



"'Did you like that, Daddy? I asked him, licking my lips. 'Do you love me?' I swallowed again to get the funny taste out of my mouth and my stomach spasmed, which almost made me gag again." 

"'Oh-ho-ho, yesss, my dahlingk...you betcha!' he said, scooping me off the floor and hugging me. His dripping thing, now kinda soft, was pressing against my tummy. When he did that, it seemed so spontaneous...so loving...that I knew that I'd suck him again – right then if he wanted me to! – if he'd only keep hugging me like he was doing. Then he spoke very nicely to me. 'How ees your ice skating coming, my sweetheart? You are practicing every day?'"

"'Mmm, yeah. I'm gettin' so strong in my legs! Teacher says I can be a lead skater soon!' I said into his hard chest as I wrapped my arms around his waist. I was kinda glad he'd changed the subject 'cuz the whole thing had been so strange. His dick still hung out of his fly as I squeezed him, and began to grow a little since he'd shot into my mouth, so I pulled away, not knowing what to do." 

"'Truly, my dearest? You vill make me so proud! Let me see your legs,' he said, kind of grunting in his throat and draining his glass of liquor."

"'What?' I croaked, kind of surprised."

"'You heard me! Sit on ze bed and show me your legs!' he said, sharply. Gosh! He had a quick temper!" 

"'Okay...Daddy,' I whispered, and I did as he told me, hiking my plaid, pleated school skirt up to just below my panties."

"'Stick zem out straight and flex zem for me. I vant to see how your muscles are doingk.'"

"I always did what he told me to, so I lifted my feet off the floor and did as he asked, tightening and relaxing so my calves and thighs expanded and contracted. Sitting there, the flexing felt good inside because I had that tight feeling that I got each month before my menstrual cramps started. 'Teacher says my bottom's developing nicely, too!' I said, smiling, and for some reason I wanted to pull down my panties and show him my naked butt. I was so naïve, yet so proud that my body was developing."

"'Does she say zat?!' he grinned, kneeling on the floor in front of me. 'Mmm, you look so...so solid! You vant me to massage your legs for you?' he asked, looking up at me sweetly and running his hands from my ankles up over my calves. His strong fingers exerted just the right pressure and caused me to give a little moan and draw in a deep breath. 'How does zat feel?' he asked."

"'Whewwww...Daddy...that feels sooo good! You're better 'n' teacher when she works out a cramp!' I said. I was now leaning back on my hands and looking down between his legs. His dick was beginning to stick out hard again, and my earlier reluctance started to come back. He saw me look and interrupted me when I gasped, 'Uhh, Daddy...I don't think we should...'."

"'Shhh, quiet, my babee. I vill massage your thighs, zen maybe your hard leetle butt, okay? I don't vant you to get a cramp!' he said, as he scooted forward on the floor, spreading my legs as he did so."

"'Nnnn, Daddyyyy!' I mewled, as his strong hands began kneading at my thigh muscles. It felt so good that I raised my knees up slightly so he could apply pressure to the backs of my thighs...and his fingers felt just heavenly there! He was so powerful...so persuasive. And sexy. Yes! I was mesmerized by his dark, European sexiness. He was so unlike the fathers of my friends." 

"'Let us put one leg here,' he said, calmly, as he lifted one calf over his shoulder to use both hands on my other thigh, probing his fingers deeply into the firm flesh right at the buttock. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, feeling a warm flush inside as he worked. 'Now...ze other,' he whispered, placing the other calf over his other shoulder to knead the opposing thigh. I gasped deeply and let him squeeze me, not wanting him to stop." 

"My skirt was now up way past my panties, and he could see where my legs met under the thin white cotton. A glow of perspiration had appeared on my face, yet I felt cold goose bumps and shivered as his fingers stirred magical feelings in my upper legs, and higher, igniting a numb, fluttering heat way up in my virginal insides. 'Uuuhhh...Daddy...I...feel...so...funny. I'm...all...'."

"'I know, sweet Ginny. You are wet. I can see it...on your leetle white...panties,' he said in a rough voice, deep in his throat. A few years later I'd know exactly what was going through a man's mind in this situation, but I certainly didn't then...with my father."

"'Daddy...Daddy! What're you doing?' I whined, as he dropped his head between my legs and put his mouth over my...ohhh, Gosh!...right on my pussy. It felt even warmer there than it had before, then it was hot, then even hotter, because he was blowing his warm breath into me through my panties. "Ohhh...Daddy...I looove youuu," I keened, as my hungry little female body responded to his insistent mouthings."

"'Let us get you undressed so zat ve can massage all of you,' he rasped, reaching up to unbutton my white blouse. 'You do eet, Ginny,' and I did, impelled by the soft, pulsing feelings in my crotch, that kept running up to my nipples, which were being scratched by my new A-cup bra. As I stripped off my shirt, Daddy unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt in back while blowing on my covered pussy. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to raise my hips so he could slip off my skirt. Also, since he'd gone back to blowing heatedly on me, it seemed so easy to slip out of my brassiere and lift my hips again so he could draw down my cotton panties. After all, I wanted him to see my tight butt! He was breathing very hard as I sat on the edge of the bed...by this time completely naked in front of him. I still felt embarrassed, and a little reluctant, but I knew he wanted this and I could tell that he loved me...just by the way he looked at me! His dick was now very hard and he stood up to strip, even throwing off his shoes and socks. I'd taken off my little loafers when I came to the bedroom, so I was wearing only a pair of short, white cotton socks with pink ruffles around the tops."

"I was his now...and – in retrospect – he knew it. Even as a forcibly sheltered teen, somewhere deep inside me, I also knew that this was the way to Daddy's heart. My body was his for the taking, and I mewled, 'Ohhh...Daddy,' as he clamped his mouth on my hot, nude pussy. He hummed onto it, licking its soft, blonde down, and it throbbed each time my heart beat."

"'Such a sweet leetle girrl,' he grunted, as his tongue touched my virgin slit. My hips jumped upward at the touch and I cried out, and he spread my legs wider to lick the juice that I'd only felt before on my fingers in bed at night, causing me to whine with pleasure. Then he poked his tongue in deeper, then even more deeply, and twirled it inside my center, causing me to gasp repeatedly at the inner sensations. 'This vill make you good for mature men...for me, Ginny...not just boys,' he said, with a lecherous snicker, as he suddenly licked me somewhere really sensitive down there, making me lurch up at him again and yelp. I couldn't help but weave my fingers through his hair, bringing his face closer to me, hoping that he'd keep doing what he was doing. I didn't want him to stop. At that moment I wanted him never to stop licking me. And I told him so, again and again. After a while I couldn't stop telling him so."

"'Daddy...Daaddyy...Daaadddyyy! That...feels...sooo...gooood!' I mewled. 'Do you looove me, Daddy? I...looove...yoouuu...so much...ooohhh...Daddy! Daddy! Daaddy! Daaadddy! Ohh, Gosh! Daaadddyyy!' I gasped, and my hands went to my little titties, pulling at their itchy nipples. I gasped out my joy as deep waves of sensual pleasure swept over me – much better than I'd ever felt with my hand in my crotch – while I had what was my first cunnilingual orgasm." 

"He held my trembling hips firmly until I stopped quivering and mewling, then looked up at me with his slickened face. 'Ve haf both had each others' sugar, my dahlingk. Now Daddy vill make you a voman!' he said, lifting me up to the center of my bed. He poised himself between my legs as I lay splayed before him, gaspingly awaiting my sacrifice to that fearsome lance that sprang from his loins. At first contact of its tip to my throbbing pussy, I closed my eyes and moaned, desperately wanton yet frightened to death about taking its hugeness into my little body." 

"But he didn't hurt me...not for a while at least. He was propped on his hands and knees, hunched over between my legs and kissing me, with the tip of his hard spear throbbing against my moist tissues. I'd never dated but I had kissed a boy before. I'd even made out with a teenage neighbor boy – copying a passionate couple I'd seen on TV – in a pile of dirty sheets waiting to be laundered in the garage. But I wasn't ready for my Daddy. He licked at my lips, persistently, all the while the head of his dick teased my pussy. His breath smelled of alcohol and I didn't like it at first, but he kept kissing me until I got hot and numb all over. His hairy chest rubbed against me for the longest time and chafed my pink nipples, until it seemed like sparks were popping off of them, as his body pressed me into the mattress. I was afraid to let his tongue past my lips, but of course I did, and he licked all over the inside of my mouth, which made me moan, forget about his sour taste, and get even hotter."

"Did you...?" Erica's voice started to ask... .

"'Ohhhh, Daddy,' I whined breathlessly and wound my arms around his neck. Everything felt so right! So good! I wanted it never to end, and began kissing him back. I finally did to him what he was doing to me and stuck my tongue in his mouth, and we swapped spit for the longest time. I was unaware that my pelvis was thrusting up at his stomach and also didn't know that I'd spread my legs widely so my little pussy could rub up against him. The feelings between my legs made me whimper and moan into his mouth and I kissed him more fervently. I was lost in my teenage passion, and he was enjoying it as much as I was, as he grunted and pursed his lips around my thrashing tongue. Finally I got so hot that I bent my legs way back and splayed them completely so that my prominent, downy mound could press up directly against his strong stomach muscles. Though I knew his dick was against my pussy lips, I hardly noticed that the head had spread them slightly, and that the heated flashes in my crotch were those preceding another orgasm." 

"Do you want to talk about that?" asked Erica's voice.

"Oh...yeah!" I said. "I was a horny 18-year-old, anyway, and had masturbated frequently with Buddy. And, even though I was very distressed, I must admit that I used Daddy for my first full-blown climax. So intent was I on those delightful flashes in my belly that I ground up at him until I came, shrieking into his mouth as sublime orgasmic waves rolled over me again. I trembled uncontrollably as my little body writhed underneath him, bringing on a series of seizures unlike any I'd ever felt before. And just as I felt that I'd die from pleasure, he reached down with one hand and seated his alien prick into my little hole, then suddenly pushed inside. 'Aaahh-uunngh!' he grunted as he plunged against my hymen, causing me to recoil painfully, pull back from him and look into his eyes, which had a crazed look. Was this pain the price of his love? I wondered."

"Then, holding my muscular hips and ass in his rough hands, he pushed forward, stretching me inside as I inhaled lungs full of air and cried inwardly. I thought he was going to split me in two it hurt so badly, yet he continued to push until, finally, I felt a deep, sharp bolt of extreme pain and screamed outwardly. He pushed more until I cried tears from the agony, then he stopped, pulling himself out, which brought immediate relief." 

"Did he hold you after that?" asked Erica. "Was he gentle?"

"No! Then he came into me again to start the entire painful cycle all over again. I cried and cried, my whole body tense and shrinking from his plunges, which seemed to go on forever. I ached inside and wanted it all to stop, but I couldn't get away from him. He held me tightly and fucked me...fucked me...fucked me non-stop until he came, filling my ravaged pussy with its first load of hot semen. What had been so pleasurable when we'd first started had ended horrifically, with me sobbing and blubbering in pain. When he pulled out of me I rolled to one side, drawing my knees up to my chest, and leaked a mixture of blood and cum onto the bed. We lay there until I stopped crying, at which point he got up and dressed." 

"'You had better vash your linen, Ginny,' he said, matter-of-factly. 'You know how mad your muzzer gets when you have your menses in bed.'" 

"I felt almost suicidal. That's all that was ever said about him taking my virginity. The next day I got my period...big time! That's when he approached me again, with a bath towel, and we screwed downstairs in front of the TV, this time with me on top. Then it hurt a lot less, only when I got really carried away and took him in too deeply. The day after that we did it again and I...I began to really like it. The next day he grabbed me in the kitchen as I was bent over, getting a coke from the refrigerator. I remember moaning, straightening up against him, and reaching behind myself to grab his hard cock through his pants. Then he fucked me roughly on the kitchen table – fully dressed, after ripping my panties off – and I loved it. I remember wanting him to do me real hard! I also remember that we broke the sugar bowl and I had to clean it up afterward. Mom was mad at me for that." 

"When my period was over he put me on the pill. A few days later he fucked me in the ass – with Vaseline...painfully at first – and every day following, when Mom was at work, we screwed our brains out, using all of my holes. It got so that I hurried home from skating practice, running into the house already wet between the legs with desire, and locked the front door behind myself to find Daddy waiting for me on the couch in his underwear, sipping a drink. I couldn't get enough of him! He also taught me to talk dirty...to beg for his fucking...in the most graphic way...even using filthy words in Greek." 

"In school, my mind wandered and my grades started to suffer. It was my senior year and I'd daydream about fucking Daddy, getting wet in my crotch several times a day. In the girls' bathroom I'd lock myself in a stall and suck on a hot dog from the snack bar, then use it in my pussy. I started to ignore boys my own age and got the reputation of being a snob, but it didn't matter. I was thrilled at having a secret lover...my own father. By the time I'd graduated, I was very accomplished in bed. Going on tour with the Ice Capades was very traumatic, though – since I had to leave Daddy – but I soon gave in to the pressures of my male employers 'cuz I missed him. For lack of a better term, I became known as a 'toy' by the guys in the troupe, from the Producer on down to the Equipment Manager...even the guys in skating rinks where we performed, who drove the Zamboni machines to smooth out the ice. I'd usually just bend over in the janitors' closets and they'd quickly fuck me, between acts when I wasn't in a skating number. They all said that they loved me. I think one of the Ice Capades guys told them that was I wanted to hear. Then my life fell apart when Daddy died."  

"That's enough for now, Ginny," said Erica's voice. "I'll count to ten, and with each number I want you to gradually awaken. When I reach ten and you're completely conscious, I want you to feel cleansed, very relaxed, and free of guilt or shame. One...two...three...".

"Mmmmm...that was nice," I said, as I awoke calmly from my sexy trance. I must have wept during my hypnotic confession, since my cheeks were wet with tears. "Did I shock you?"

"No, my dear friend. This tape is for you," she said, handing me the cassette she'd just recorded. "You should write that as part of a book for abused women...not just for your pornographic film! Though I'll confess to becoming excited by your story as you told it."

"Even about my anal experience?" I asked.

"I occasionally enjoy anal sex, myself, Ginny. Are you going to reveal that in your movie?" she responded.

"I trust you to keep a secret. I was always so ashamed of Daddy screwing me in the ass at that age that I've never told anyone. It's really just a trite ethnic slam against Greeks, anyway. In fact, I've kept it from JJ. I even told him that he was my first when we did it over six years ago."

"And now? Are you okay with it?" she asked.

"Oh, Gawd, yes. It's just another way...not my favorite, but part of the whole physical package."

"How do you feel at this moment...after reliving your incestuous teen experiences?"

"A little liberated," I told her. "This hypnosis thing seems to have kinda cleaned me out, but we should probably do it more! I'll know for sure after shooting my other scenes with George. Even though I'm playing his mythical, early-thirties daughter, I'm gonna try to use him as a surrogate to get rid of this neurotic dependence thing with JJ. Does that make any sense?"

"Very much so, but never use the term neurotic, Ginny. We're all neurotic, myself included, as you'll soon realize," she said. "For example, I have a sexual fixation on Jay and feel angry at his fascination with George's niece, Phaedra. Because of your relationship with him, I've kept my distance, but now I feel that I've waited too long for a chance with him. I wish we had someone other than that...that blonde girl to play the teenage Ginny in your film."

"I knew you were hot for him," I said. "Tell you what, if you help me with Luala, I'll help you with Phaedra...and any other little floozy who catches his eye. For some reason, I don't mind sharing him with you."

She smiled when I used the word "floozy," and said, "That is amusing. That's the precise term I used for you, after I spent my first night with Jay several years ago, when your name came up in conversation." 

I was surprised to hear Erica be so candid. Clearly, her strong feelings for JJ had been threatened by the 18-year-old who was playing me in our movie. "Well, my brilliant shrink friend, it's up to us to discourage both of these 'floozies'. I refuse to play second fiddle to a couple of teenage adolescents. Besides, JJ looks like a fool...a horny old dog...sniffing after them. Gawd, he's on the short side of 60!"

"Mmmm...I agree, it's undignified," she said. "Between the two of us, we should be able to turn his head. Try to avoid leaving him alone with Phaedra on the set. Meanwhile, let's both think of a way to discourage her as well as Luala."

"I have an idea, doctor," I said, grinning. I was really beginning to like Erica. And partly because of my recent bisexual antics, I knew I was becoming attracted to her but – given her reluctance to engage in such play – I knew I shouldn't push it. "Can you make it to Monday's shoot? It's the final day for old George and me, with a new actor playing my husband in one scene."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," she assured me. "And from what I've heard, I should bring along some medication to help you deal with his size."

Part 2

The apartment we'd rented was perfect for shooting the scenes with my screen Daddies. The interiors could be used for both my teenage and adult periods, with minimal set re-dressing...mostly drapery and furniture changes. The building that housed it had more than we'd need: a sauna, an exercise gym, recreation hall, ice machine, laundry room...even a swimming pool where cast and crew could relax after a day's work. There was a large deck outside the living room that overlooked the pool.




The Past Is Prologue Ch. 02



Our challenge was getting optimum performances out of amateur actors, whom George – our wealthy benefactor – had insisted we cast. So, we set aside a couple of extra days of shooting time for several takes of the scenes between his son, Dimitri, and Phaedra, his niece, who'd be playing my father and me, respectively, when I was younger. Part of the reason for this was that George had prohibited the two of them from rehearsing their sex scenes and wanted to watch them consummate their first time together. He thought that the story would be more exciting and "real" if we were to film the salacious details of my deflowering, more or less true-to-life...a filmed take off of the first-time episode I'd already described to Erica under hypnosis. I disagreed with George, believing that one can never rehearse enough, but I was ignored. He clearly didn't understand film production...yet he was paying the bills, and this whole project was meant to support his male ego as much as anything else, so I relented.

Monday was scheduled for scenes between George and me. While the crew was setting up, I went over my lines with the young actor playing my 35-ish husband who was to appear briefly with me in the first scene. His name was Randy – a real cute guy – whom I wished had a larger role. While we worked, Phaedra walked in, which surprised me. None of her scenes were even scheduled until Wednesday. As she walked up to JJ, I realized that he'd invited her onto the set. He saw me looking at them together and, a few minutes later, said, "Phaedra's going to watch you work...so she can pick up some tips from you."

"Right!" I thought, as I regarded her muscular dancer's frame. She was wearing a black micro-miniskirt that ran low on her hips, with a studded belt for effect, and not much else. Above the waist her pert breasts were barely clothed by a thin strip of material. Her B-cup tits were hardly covered by a pink bra held up by two spaghetti straps. Her outstanding legs made even me drool, and the expanse of fair skin above her small, athletic waist distracted the crew from the first minute she arrived. She also wore strapless "fuck me" pumps that slapped against the soles of her feet whenever she took a step. I could just imagine how Erica would react when she saw how cheap – how blatantly fuckable – she looked.

But, I had work to do, and had already been de-sensitized to JJ's shenanigans with his never-ending stream of women-of-the-week. The script called for my screen husband and me to be in bed, awakening the morning after my Daddy – George – had arrived at the airport, where we'd already shot a very bawdy scene in the car. The scene would catch my husband getting up late, showing that we'd had no time for morning sex. Too bad for me, I thought, because I'd caught a glimpse of Randy undressing and had experienced a highly unprofessional palpitation in my crotch when I'd seen his equipment. The script called for him to depart for work, leaving me in my bathrobe to make breakfast, etc., for my father. It's the "etc." that would make the scene with Daddy rather steamy. The scenes we'd already shot in the airport parking garage had been just a preview of what would occur in the day's shooting.

The scene with Randy was quite easy, requiring only two takes. A ceiling camera showed us lying in bed, asleep, snuggled closely with my arm over his muscled chest. His taut build and nice tan reminded me of Sam, a fantastically hung young Polynesian stud I'd bedded while JJ and I had been on vacation. In fact, I'd decided over the weekend that Sam would be ideal for chilling the heated relationships that JJ was having with Luala and Phaedra. In the scene, I was the first to awaken as my arm went under the blankets to stroke Randy's cock, which became erect under the covers. I pulled down the blankets, revealing his rampant hard-on, and slowly slipped my mouth over his glans, as the cameraman moved in for a close up. I tried quickly to get him off...which would have pissed off JJ...but Randy was a pro and knew the script. He stirred and groaned, awakening, and – suddenly – sat bolt upright, looking at the alarm clock.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "The alarm didn't go off! I'll be late for work! Sorry, hon, gotta go!" he said, leaping from the bed to start dressing.

"You're not gonna shower?...or have coffee?" I asked, sleepily.

"No time, babe! Have a good day with your Dad! See ya tonight!" he said, kissing me as I knelt stark naked in the middle of the bed. The make up person had messed up my hair nicely, showing the effects of sleep and making me look sexy and tousled, as well as a few years older than my age of 25. As Randy disappeared from view, the camera panned in to show me frowning and biting my lower lip. The lens captured my best "desperately-horny housewife" look. I then reached into a drawer in the bedside stand and pulled out a vibrating dildo...one that JJ had bought for the production but had said I could keep afterward. I flopped onto my back, spread my legs, and started to use it, until he yelled "Cut!"

We did another take of that scene, yet I still didn't get off with the dildo. This coitus interruptus thing was definitely not my cup of tea, I realized. But, the screenplay called for suspense, aimed at heightening the sexual anticipation and excitement of the viewing audience. I hoped it would work. Randy thanked us all and split, grateful for being paid for a whole day while being with us less than two hours. I made a mental note to myself to cast him in a future production...when I could get him to cum.

During the long break, I used some breath spray and put on a robe to wait for the crew to set up for the next scenes. As George and I sat patiently, his niece, Phaedra, was hovering around JJ. She'd brought him a cup of coffee, had massaged his neck and shoulders, and pranced around in front of him, wiggling her succulent buns at him until he'd finally told her to sit down. She then squatted down next to him like a puppy awaiting commands. It was then that I glanced down and saw that the little bitch wasn't wearing any panties! Not even a thong! 

At that moment Erica walked into the apartment carrying a shoulder bag, immediately seeing Phaedra and her naked pussy. I heard her breathe out audibly, angrily I thought, though she smiled and sauntered over to JJ like a feline. I'd never seen her look so sexy, and her curvy hips reminded me of an uncoiling spring as she strolled toward him. She was wearing a pair of white, silky running shorts with red trim and a tight, white, sleeveless top of the same material with the number "69" on it in red. Her contrasting skin looked like molten caramel candy. On her feet were matching red and white trainers. Her smooth, brown legs and a sliver of tan tummy made the microphone guy on the crew drop his boom on the floor as she made her entrance, causing him to curse. She had single large diamond earrings in her ears, highlighting her superbly made-up oval face, and a diamond stud that flashed from her tan navel. She bent over with hands-on-knees and kissed JJ on the cheek, her long black hair brushing his neck...more to taunt the blonde teenager next to him than anything else, I suspected. She then came over to me, said hello to George in a charming way, and hugged me like a sister. She patted me on the knee and whispered, "Let's go to the restroom." As we left, I heard a collective exhalation of tense breath from all the males in the room. My good friend and therapist had made quite an entrance. 

"Did you see that little slut?" she asked me, with fire in her eye, as I closed the bathroom door.

"Nothing I didn't expect," I said. "Don't worry. JJ's always drawn to airheads when he first meets them. I told you, he's a dog! After shooting is finished, she'll probably go away and he'll forget her. Out of sight, out of mind. If not, I came up with a plan last night that might solve both of our problems with Luala and Phaedra. I'll tell you about it at lunch. Now, you mentioned you had some "medication" for me." 

"It's this gel, which is a combined lubricant and muscle relaxant." She pulled a large jar of greenish stuff from her bag. "You've told me George is very large, so I suggest you apply some now – liberally, in both openings – since it requires a few minutes to take effect."

"Will it deaden the pain?" I asked.

"It will relax your muscles. At the same time it's a nerve stimulant, so it should enhance your experiences."

I spread my robe open and started to rub the stuff onto my labia, asking, "How much do I use?" 

Erica hesitated, then clucked her tongue critically in a professional manner. "Well...if you promise not to enjoy it too much...I will apply it for you," as she took the jar from me. "Slip off your robe and we'll start with your anus. That's it, brace yourself against the basin."

The gel was cold at first, but when one of her long fingers slid into my rectum – which was clean, since I'd taken an enema at home in the morning – I felt a tinge of pleasure. She worked more and more of the ointment into me, but could only enter me a few inches with her fingers. "Use this, Erica," I gasped, pulling the dildo from my robe's pocket that I'd used in the scene we'd just finished shooting. She coated the deeply ribbed plastic thing with the green goo and pushed slowly into me as far as it would go. I gasped several times as she gently plumbed far up into my bowels, perhaps as much as six or seven inches. "If...we didn't have to...shoot a scene soon...I'd ask you to...switch on the vibrator!" Then I giggled, saying, "I can hardly wait 'til you do my vagina!"

She ignored me, intent on what she was doing, then said, "That should be enough," and withdrew the dildo to wipe the excess from it, as well as my rectum, with some tissue. "Now, remember, I'm a medical doctor as well as a psychiatrist, so this is purely clinical! Sit on the toilet seat and spread your legs, please." I did so, and she pulled a plastic speculum from her bag, inserting it gently into my vagina assisted by a thin coating of her gel. "You shave yourself completely. Do you find that it enhances your pleasure?"

"A little," I giggled, "...but I do it mostly because men like it...especially for...aah...licking."

Her eyes were riveted on my pink labia and she continued to study them. "Do you mind if I look more closely?" Boy, was I surprised! Erica leaned forward from her kneeling position on the floor and spread the speculum, peering deeply into my cunt. "You are very well muscled," she murmured. "Much more so than I...also deeper. And, since we're getting closer as friends, I'll confess to you that my best...ummm...sexual assets lie in my mouth and colon." 

"Ericaaaa!" I moaned with surprise, as she inserted a soft plastic applicator like a turkey baster, full of cold gel between the paddles of the speculum, all the way to my cervix.

"Interesting," she said, dispassionately, ignoring my reaction. "I have a very full bush and it's customary in our Hindu culture to trim only the edges, at most. Perhaps I'll experiment...".

"You don't know what you're missing," I muttered, rubbing my smooth, spread, pussy lips. Finished, she withdrew the speculum from me and the globs of gel in my vagina began to spread, feeling very good. She used more with the baster, seeming to fill my birth canal, then spread it around inside with the dildo after washing it. By the time she was finished I felt as if I'd experienced foreplay, as we were both startled by a knock on the bathroom door.

"Did you guys die in there?" JJ asked from outside. "We're set up and ready for the scenes with George."

I wiped the excess gel from my labia, put on my robe, and checked myself in the mirror. My insides seemed to throb numbly with each heartbeat. Whatever the green stuff was, it seemed to be making me horny! "Coming, JJ!" I said, and opened the door.

"You're supposed to save your cumming for the cameras!" he said, sardonically, making a tacky play-on-words as we walked toward the kitchen.

"Okay, everybody!" he said to the crew, providing continuity notes. "In the previous scene Ginny's husband has left her horny and has gone to work. Our first shot is in Daddy's bedroom where he awakens with a huge erection. We pan to his face as he flashes back to a few shots of him fucking Ginny in the car at the airport, which we'll add in editing. Here he gets out of bed, naked, throws on a robe, and we shoot him coming down the hall to the kitchen, where Ginny's fixing breakfast in her bathrobe. All set? Action!"

It took a half-hour to shoot that sequence – mainly because it took the Production Assistant, a chubby Hispanic girl with a huge mouth who doubled as a "fluffer" – a while to get my aging Daddy's cock hard. This was odd, since he'd had no trouble getting it up for me. All the while I was stirring cold ham and scrambled eggs on the stove, waiting for George to walk down the hall. The crew hustled out of the bedroom and we were soon rolling in the kitchen.

"Morning, Daddy," I called, brightly, as George entered.

"Good morrniinng, my sweet," he said in his thick, Greek accent. "Where is your husband?" he asked.

"Had to go to work, Daddy. It's just you and me today. Would you like me to show you some sights?"

"I haf missed you for yeeaars, leetle daughter! I vant only the sight of you! My heart is filled with you, remembering years ago...and yesterday," he said, coming up behind me as I stirred the eggs, now warming on the stove. "Ahhh, yesterday was sublime!" he whispered into my hair.

"Here's some orange juice. Eggs, bacon and toast okay for breakfast?" I asked, pretending to ignore his earlier statements.

"Oh, jesss, very Ah-mer-ri-cun," he murmured, pressing the thick, erect meat that tented his robe into my butt crack as I finished cooking the ham and eggs. A camera panned closely to his hands reaching around me, cupping my breasts, and then captured me raising my head rapturously with closed eyes. I actually shivered slightly, since Erica's fantastic gel was doing some unplanned, very pleasant things to my insides.

"I thought...," I croaked, then cleared my throat. "I thought we might go to the Museum of Modern Art. There's an exhibit of contemporary Mediterranean painters there."

"Fine. Later. First...some breakfast," he said, and turned me around to face him, opening my robe. My C-cup tits sprang out and the camera pulled back to show my nakedness. Another camera caught his reaction to my shaved pussy. "You haf grown into a fine young voman," he said, "...with succulent breasts like those of a goddess. An' your leetle poosie...eet takes me back to vhen you vere a child." He opened his robe and our nude bodies touched as he embraced me, with his hard cock burrowing between my legs at the crotch.

"Uhhh...Daddy! I shouldn't have given in to you yesterday!" I whispered into his shoulder. "I'm married now and it's just not ri...".

"Nonsense, my deeaarr! What began years ago vill never end. I haf alvays known you could never resist zis!" he exclaimed, backing away and lifting his mammoth cock in one hand as if it were a trophy. 

The camera caught my eyes as they dropped to his member and I responded to a pang of desire inside myself as I struggled for words. "But...Daddy...this is incest!"

"Yes!" he agreed. "And I vant to gif you a child!" His huge prick was gaining in size and excitement. He reached for my hand and the kitchen spatula I was still holding clattered to the floor. Holding me by the wrist, he placed my fingers onto his pulsing member, which I grasped. "Remember how you used to touch me?" he groaned in a rasping voice.

"I've gotten over...all that, Daddy," I whimpered, looking down at my hand as it moved back and forth on his flesh. "Now I have a man...who loves me...for myself...not because I have to...have to trade for...for sexual favors."

"Nonsense!" George growled, frighteningly close to how my father would've responded. "You know zat you vill be mine always. You cannot resist zis...zis instrument of pleasure zat I carry!"

"Gawd, Daddy...don't you see? I've given my heart...and...soul to a man. I've...ooh...I've...I've tried to replace your love with...oh, God, Daddy...I do love you...!" I gasped, furrowing my brow and whining. He was persistent, caressing my face lightly, causing me to close my eyes and shiver. Then his hand exerted a slight downward pressure on one shoulder. My face wrestled with conflicting emotions as he continued pushing downward, now with his thumb stroking my clavicle. I slowly sank to my knees as he finally pushed me to the floor to kneel in front of him, just as my father had done repeatedly when I was young. I was now wavering – ambivalent, though not with intense reluctance – between whimpering acceptance of my continuing incest on the one hand, and my raging hormones on the other. 

With the camera on me I looked hungrily at the cock bobbing in front of my face, then hesitatingly reached up with both hands to slide them back and forth on his hardness, showing determination on my face as I jacked him. I finally moaned, "Mmm," hesitating again for a second, and slowly licked my lips before carefully opening my mouth widely to slaver the head with saliva. A half-minute of that and I pulled back, gasping, "Ohhh, Jeezus, Daddy...I've missed you so much. I still masturbate...remembering us together...when I was young."

George sighed pleasantly as his hand went to the back of my head and I forced his glans into my mouth as far as it would go. "Of courrse you do, my dahlingk!" he murmured, as my smacking lips drooled around him. "Our bodies...and souls...are one. Ve vill be together...in heaven, leetle girl!"

"Mmmpphh," I grunted as I tried to slide George's meat down my throat. The pulsing knob on its horse-like length hit my epiglottis and I knew in a second that it wouldn't – couldn't – happen, so I went to the next sequence. In reality, I was ready to fuck, but I needed to show some hesitance for the cameras. 

I stood quickly and backed a few paces to the breakfast table, my robe open and hanging from my shoulders to show my tits heaving from deep, excited breaths. I looked up at George from under heavy-lidded eyes with a knowing smile...a look that had always turned Daddy on and driven him sexually crazy. "You like when I suck your cock, huh, Daddy! Remember when I used to make you real hard, then I'd slowly slide my young pussy onto you? Remember how tight I was, an' how I'd milk all your cum out of you? You'd go crazy! You want me to do that now? Huh?" Then I sat on the edge of the table, bracing myself behind on one hand and stroking my oozing cunt with the other as I placed one foot on a chair. 

I was crazed with lust by now. "You love me, Daddy?" I cooed. "You'll love me more if we fuck, huh! You really want to fuck me, Daddy?" I asked, tempting him. "You know I'm good for you. You taught me how to fuck... 'n' how ta talk dirty!" I wheedled. "C'mon, Daddy, I can't wait! Put your great big cock in me...an' fuck me...pleeze! Yesterday was so good! I need you inside me! Do me again...right here on the table...just like when I was young!" I plead in a girlish voice. "If you don't fuck me now, I'll think you don't really love me!" I whined, bargaining for his affection.

George threw off his robe and came at me like a bull. Throwing off my robe and grunting, he stuck his probe roughly into my cunt and pushed, while the cameramen jostled for position. I threw one arm around his hairy shoulders and spread myself improbably wide, digging my heels into his buttocks. I cried out sharply as he jammed into me two or three times to lodge against my cervix, and found that taking him was a lot easier than it had been the previous Friday at the airport. Erica's gel was working! It was working so well that I felt itchy all the way up inside, and the only thing that could scratch that itch was George's plundering member. "Ohhhh," he groaned, "...you are zo much better zan when you werre a girrrl." 




The Past Is Prologue Ch. 03



This chapter concludes Ginny's current tale. She asks that you read "Ginny's Witnesses, Chs. 4-6," as preparation for her big finish, and to vote! Please! 

Part 1

"Ginny, why didn't you tell me Sam was coming?" asked JJ.

"Oh, you know, impulsive me!" I said, vapidly, trying to avoid the question. "You, yourself, told him we'd set him up in the film business if he came to the States. So, in one of my therapy sessions with Erica, she agreed that I should send him a plane ticket." 

Sam was one of the 20-year-old studs whom I'd enjoyed sexually when my widowed father, JJ, and I had vacationed on the Pacific island of Pohnpei several weeks before. Sam's ambition was to be a porn star. 

"I don't understand. Are you gonna take him on as a lover?" JJ asked.

"Of course not, JJ!" I replied emphatically. "But what if I did? You've got your toys!"

We'd brought back from Pohnpei a beautiful, 18-year-old, island girl, Luala, who'd been JJ's lover on vacation. Now employed as a nanny for my daughter, Andi – whom JJ had fathered three years before – Luala had continued her initial role. She had her own room in our big house, but in a few weeks had evolved into being his live-in mistress. Her enrollment as a freshman in the architectural program at the university – which he'd arranged – now seemed to be merely a smoke screen for his never-ending quest for young pussy, and I felt very threatened that the girl was upsetting my relatively secure life with him. 

"You're not gonna lecture me about Phaedra, too, are you?" he asked, sounding uncharacteristically guilty. 

"I don't lecture you! Ever!" I recoiled in my defense. "But you're fucking her, too...still...and we've finished the movie! Jeezus, the breathy phone messages...the dirty e-mails. And remember, JJ, since I do the laundry, I see the stains on your underwear!" 

Phaedra was a blonde, teenage ballerina who'd starred in a porno film JJ and I had just finished producing, and he'd been sexually smitten by her. My friend and sex therapist, Erica, and I had even hatched a scheme to short circuit the flings that my aging, philandering old man was having with she and Luala. The crux of the plan was to invite Sam-the-stud to the mainland to keep the girls "busy." Since we were also planning to produce other porn films, it seemed appropriate – though maybe a bit premature – to bring the young guy into the mix. 

The whole situation was like a soap opera. What made it even spicier was that my beautiful East Indian psychiatrist, Erica, had been hot for JJ forever, and wanted to restart a relationship with him that had lain dormant for years. And, given my bisexual forays – something that JJ's and my swinging lifestyle of the previous year or more had made habitual – I'd decided to share my old man with her for some fresh excitement.

"Your decision just seems so sudden," JJ said. "We usually talk things out. Where's Sam gonna stay? There's no room here, with Luala."

"We've still got the movie set apartment for a few weeks," I retorted. "In that time you should be able to get him a place in a student co-op."

And by that time, I thought privately, he'll be fucking the knickers off of both Luala and Phaedra. That'll get their attention off of you! Then, Erica and I will have you to ourselves, my horny old darling. 

JJ had been almost everything to me over the past six plus years: incestuous step-father, adulterous lover, father of my child, an enthusiastic participant in our swingers' club, and a lewd voyeur and photographer of me with multiple sex partners. Sadly yet realistically, I knew that we'd gone far beyond ever being totally faithful to one another. That was okay, though, since he was slowing down noticeably at age 55 and growing ever more dependent on Viagra.

"Well, we'd better come up with a film project for him," he said, "and an investor. I'm not gonna support a budding male porn actor just because you've taken a shine to him."

"I'm workin' on it, baby," I said. "Erica's helping me."

"That's another thing. You two women are getting awfully close," he said. "I thought she was just gonna be your therapist."

"She's also become a good friend, JJ. Remember? After vacation you suggested that she help me with my, uuh...'nympho' problems."

"Those aren't problems, Ginny. So you love sex! It's nobody's business but our own! Besides, it's one of the reasons we're inseparable!"

"Yeah...well...I could use a little more hands on evidence of that from you," I responded, critically. "Anyway, Sam arrives tomorrow. After I pick him up I'll move him into the movie set apartment."

JJ walked downstairs, grumbling, and I phoned my sweet friend Erica to tell her that our plan was in motion, and that I'd pick her up on the way to the airport...along with the blonde teenager, Phaedra.

The next day, Phaedra was more than willing to come with us to pick up Sam, given my sexy description of him. She'd dressed alluringly, as I knew she would, in a blue miniskirt that showed her fabulous legs, with three-inch heels, and a blue, sleeveless, cropped top with ridiculous pink bunnies on it that barely covered her tits. I didn't notice whether she was wearing panties – she usually didn't – but I figured Sam would soon find that out for himself.

I dressed in a snug, long-sleeved, Hunter green jumpsuit and low heels. It definitely showed my figure, but was understated, since I wanted this day to be Phaedra's. Erica wore a rust-colored pants and top outfit that contrasted beautifully with her mocha skin and accented her stunning breasts...her best bodily feature, except, perhaps, for her narrow, high butt. 

Sam was ecstatic to see me. Of course, I'd never seen him fully dressed, since on Pohnpei he'd only worn a hip-hugging sarong, or he'd been naked. But he looked wonderful...tall, brown, youthful and handsome, with his flashing white, toothy smile. He'd let his dyed-blond hair grow out to black, so his spiked haircut just had blond tips. He wore khaki pants, a loose, short-sleeved, flowered shirt that showed his yummy brown skin and – the only hint of his island home – a pair of raffia flip-flops on his strong, shapely feet. When he saw us at the gate, he ran to me and squeezed me, lifting me off the floor and twirling. He was so strong! My crotch immediately moistened in his embrace.

"Everybody says hello, Ginny!" he beamed, as we walked toward the baggage area. "The Chief, Anu and his buddies, Lulu, Teou and the gang...even the Dean!"

I shuddered as I remembered Teou and his friends, who'd gang banged me in a pool hall one afternoon when I was drunk and stoned during our island vacation. But my memory turned brighter as I remembered a few idyllic, sensuous afternoons with Anu, the Chief's son. Finally, I felt a wistful pang as I pictured Nick, the Dean of Sam's college, and the wonderful night we'd spent together. All of my recollections teemed with images of raw sex. 

"Well, are you ready to work?" I asked. "Phaedra, here, just finished a movie with us. I thought you two might want to share visions of your hopes and dreams," I said, a bit sarcastically.

And that they did. On the drive back from the airport, motor-mouthed Sam entranced the impressionable young blonde with tales of South Pacific island exploits and how he was now going to take the porn industry by storm. More than once I noticed Erica rolling her eyes at the young man's boasts.

We walked Sam through the furnished apartment where he'd be staying a couple of weeks and he was effusive in his praise. I knew for a fact that he'd never experienced such relative luxury, having spent a day with him in his shabby room on Pohnpei. I noticed that the apartment needed a few items; towels, bathroom supplies and refrigerator snacks, so I said, "Erica and I'll go shopping for a few things and be back in a while. You're coming to dinner at my place tonight, Sam, to talk business with JJ." As we started to leave I admonished them both tritely, "Don't do anything I wouldn't!"

Sitting on the living room sectional with the luscious Phaedra not far away, Sam said, "Oh, we'll find sumpn' ta talk about!" I'd already noticed his lengthy, half-hard member straining inside one pant leg.

Two hours later Erica and I returned with bags loaded with goodies. We both knew that, in our absence, the two hormone-crazed kids had probably made good use of the time. It seemed a fitting welcoming ceremony for Sam – and would whet Phaedra's sexual appetite for him – plus I wanted to bring him together with Luala at home in the evening...relatively sated. That meeting would require a bit more subtlety. Poor JJ! I thought. He wouldn't stand a chance with his two teenage nymphets after they got a taste of this young man's outrageous body. 

Our subterfuge had worked. Letting ourselves in quietly, we were immediately serenaded by Phaedra's sharp wailing and moaning as the two went at it in a nearby bedroom. "Did you bring my camera from the car?" I whispered, wanting to capture them in the act on film.

"Right here," she whispered back, pulling the Nikon from one of her bags and handing it to me. She was already halfway down the hallway, spurred on by her limitless voyeuristic curiosity. 

Like two little spying children, we peered around the doorframe and watched as Phaedra's limber white body was bent double, lying on her back with her ankles on either side of her shoulders. The head of the king size bed was against the far wall, under the window, which admitted the hot afternoon sun directly onto Sam's broad, dusky back. They couldn't see us, but we could see their fusing, as his massive brown, ten-inch cock plundered the clasping folds of the girl's pink pussy. Her entire upturned saddle was soaking with her juices as I clicked off a few shots of Sam railing her receptive insides.

"Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh," she cried, with each of his full plunges. "You're...sooo...biiig...sooo, ohh, ohh, ohh...sooo...aah...aahh...aaahhh...yeeaahh...I'm...cu'...cu'ing...ag...agai...againnn!"

I could believe it. I got a bit wet between my legs as I watched the young girl take all of his slick, swollen probe, remembering my brief history with him while on vacation. 

"They are so beautiful," whispered Erica, "...the color of their skins...," remarking on the gorgeous contrast between their dark brown and fair white complexions. "They remind me of us, Ginny," she murmured, with a decidedly pointed reference to our recent lesbian encounters. 

"Good, baby. That's #4!" grunted Sam, triumphantly. "Now, on your knees! Wanna do ya like a dawg for #5!"

"Oooohhhh, Gaawwd, Sa-aamm...I'm wiped out...almost," groaned Phaedra, as she flipped over onto her chest, with her fabulous ballerina's ass arching into the air. "Uuuunn-uuunngghh!" she exhaled, as Sam sank his meaty prick into her to his balls. "Oh, shit!" she then shrieked as she caught a glimpse of Erica and me snapping photos of them in the doorway.

"Ginny!" said Sam in a hearty, welcoming voice. "This one's gooood, baby! Reminds me of you! So tight!" he exclaimed, while slapping his thighs against Phaedra's in counterpoint to her passionate, girlish cries.

"Just shut up, Sam!" I admonished, a bit embarrassed. "Get #5, cum for the camera, and we'll be ready for tonight," I said, like the bossy film director I wanted to be. 

Phaedra had done one porno film for us, and Sam's video'd action by me on vacation, made it so that our presence was nothing new to them. As a result, the two kids went after one another like minks while I snapped away...and Erica – bless her little voyeur's heart – got so close to the action that I thought she was on the verge of participating. 

Knowing the camera was on him, Sam decided to engage in some grandstanding moves. Picking up Phaedra and lying on his back, he impaled her on his massive meat so I could shoot the meshing of their wet organs. Her cries of "Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohhh," were punctuated by the plop, plop, plop, plop of their youthful loins slapping together. As the girl's mouth twisted in ecstasy and her hands plucked away at her erect, hot pink nipples, I discovered that I was wet between my legs and a thin film of perspiration had covered my forehead. My body was obviously remembering the joy that Sam had brought me as a horny tourist slut who'd developed "island fever" a few weeks before. I was witnessing fucking that I obviously wanted to replicate with him again, regardless of my protests to the contrary with JJ. 

Of course, my agenda – and that of Erica – had evolved well beyond that. So, I took more pictures and awaited the moment that Sam would grace us all with a magnificent cum shot, with my friend Erica poised on the bed, not a foot away from the action. 

"Cum, Sam," I ordered, revisiting the role I'd played on Pohnpei during his screen testing.

"Ohh...Gawd, yesss...pleeze," panted Phaedra, as her little body was repeatedly brought down onto his staff by his hands on her hips. "It's...too...much...ahh...ahh...ahh...ahh."

"Ready...Ginny?" gasped Sam. He knew that I wanted to photograph his always copious ejaculation.

"Ready, Sam," I muttered, focusing on the juncture of his brown cock as it entered Phaedra's pink labia.

"Okay...yeah...yeah...yeah," he growled, and pulled from Phaedra's vulva to reveal the excited, pulsing majesty of his cock. It stood just in front of her crotch and spasmed twice, which – for some reason – caused Erica to grasp it at its base and slide her hand upward to his glans. With her manual movement came a huge spout of cum that snaked up Phaedra's body to leave a track from her chin to her navel. Another slippery, sliding grasp of my friend's long tan fingers brought more, which spewed outward toward her as I clicked away with the camera. 

I was shaking with excitement at the fact that my East Indian friend – an M.D. and Ph.D. psychiatrist – was jerking off a 20-year-old boy whom she'd met only a few hours earlier. I continued shooting pictures, and captured Phaedra hopping off and quickly capping his erupting penis with her mouth. This caused him immediately to bellow, "Aaaghh...aaaghh...aaaghh," as more and more of his load poured into her mouth, then her throat, since she'd taken him nearly to his pubic hair. They stayed that way for some moments, as I watched the muscles in her bulging neck milk his meaty tube of its hot, liquid contents. By the time the girl and Sam had finished their sudden fellative contact, she'd collapsed to the side, moaning from exhaustion. 

"I can't imagine what came over me," confessed Erica, whispering, as she rose from the bed. As she walked toward me I noticed a generous dollop of Sam's cum on her face of which she was unaware. I stood up on tiptoe and gave her soft cheek an open-mouthed kiss, sucking the still-warm blob into my mouth. She looked at me tenderly as I privately savored the taste of the island youth's seed without her knowing it. 

While we were in the living room and the kids were cleaning up in the apartment's two separate bathrooms, I giggled to her. "I'm pleased that it's not just me who reacts the way you did. Now you see why I thought Sam might be an answer to our problems."

"He's truly something," she admitted. "If only I were a dozen years younger...".

"That has nothing to do with it. You think JJ asks these teenage chickies for their birth certificate?"

At that point Phaedra emerged from her bathroom. "I heard you mention Jay's name. Sorry, Ginny, but I can't make it for dinner tonight. I'm trashed!"

I decided not to correct her presumption. Only Sam had been invited, not she. "'S'alright, sweetie. I'll drop you off an' maybe Sam can see you in a few days." Tonight, I'd be pairing the young man up with Luala. "Where is our golden boy, anyway?" I asked, as he walked into the living room with a broad grin on his face.

After a brief, no-win try at hitting on Erica, Sam quieted down as I dropped her off at her place, then left Phaedra on her uncle's doorstep. After that, with just the two of us in the car, he started his flirtatious rap with me. "Yer lookin' awful good, Ginny. Still got yer tan. Remember yer great ass 'n' dyn-o-mite legs! Haven't been able ta getcha outta my mind since ya left!"

"Why, thank you, Sam. I'm flattered. But what I really want is for you to pay some attention to Luala."

"She won't gimme the time o' day," he lamented.

"She might now. Talk to her...in the native language. She's homesick, and her heart's still on Pohnpei."

"But she's always put me down. Hates my rap. Ya' think she'll gimme some?" he asked, hopefully.

"Maybe not tonight," I said. "But...she's worth waiting for, Sam," I said, patting him on his muscular thigh. "Take it slowly. She can't hold out forever!"

He grabbed my hand and pulled, trying to put it on his crotch, whispering, "C'mon, Ginny...les' play a little...for ol' times' sake!"

"That's enough, Sam!" I flared. "This is my home! With my lover and my daughter! There'll be no grab ass going on! You're to treat me as the lady of the house. Nothing more!"

"Ye-ess, m'am!" he said, apologetically, as we coasted into the driveway.

Sam had listened well. Immediately bonding again with my daughter, Andi, he was charming and had Luala – as well as JJ – beaming within minutes. JJ drank several cocktails as he talked with Sam about movie ideas. They came up with one – a film about surfers – that became the topic of conversation throughout dinner. As the meal wore on, I noticed that Luala was unmistakably warming toward her fellow Pohnpeian. Periodically they'd exchange a muted – under the breath – native word or phrase that made her smile, flush and her almond eyes gleam. He spoke of the college, the new murals he'd painted on the gym there, and all of it seemed to elevate him in her eyes. At dinner's end, she invited him to help her put Andi down for the night.

"Nice boy," said JJ as we finished up in the kitchen, with him finishing his wine.

"Yeah. When you have time, tell me more about this surfing flick you're planning."

"Jus' another fuck film, Gin," he said. "He's got the look, the discipline and the equipment. And he works cheap!" he slurred, staggering against the counter. "Wow! I'm gonna crash!" he slurred, as he caught himself. "Drank too much, I guess. Better go to bed. 'Night, hon...see ya in the morning." 

As he disappeared down the stairway to our bedroom, I realized that I'd have to drive Sam home myself. A few minutes later the young man came up the stairs asking, "Well, was I a good boy? Didn't curse once! Jay and I came up with a movie...'cept I'm scared of the water and can't surf! An' downstairs just now, Luala even gave me a kiss!...well, a little peck on the cheek!...then she went to bed."

"That's progress, studly!" I encouraged. "You told me that she'd cross the street to get away from you, every time she saw you on Pohnpei!" 

"Yeah," he said, pensively. "Oh, by the way, thanks for settin' me up with Phaedra today. She's a great piece o' ass!"

"Sam! We're not on Pohnpei anymore! I'm Ginny, but I'm the lady of the house, remember?" I barked.

"Mmm, sorry," he said, genuinely, I thought. "Never had ta watch my language before."

"Now, I've got to drive you home. JJ's drunk. I'll go down and check on him and be right back, then we'll leave, okay?"

I went downstairs, covered JJ, since he'd fallen asleep face down and clothed on the bed. I also kissed my sleeping daughter and returned to the upstairs. There'd be no sexual play for JJ with Luala on this night, I thought, cunningly. 

"Gawd, you live in one of the most beautiful places on earth!" Sam exclaimed a few minutes later, as we drove along the winding road at the crest of the hills that looked over the city lights and on to the ocean. 




The Past Is Prologue Ch. 03



"This is one of our favorite roads!" I responded enthusiastically, remembering the countless times JJ and I had used one of the many parking areas to make love late at night in the car.

"Could we maybe get out? The smell o' the...jungle here is so different from home," Sam asked.

"Sure! There's a spot up here that I especially like!" I pulled over into an area that, unlike this night, was usually full of parked young people.

Outside, we walked over the edge of the parking area, down a path leading to a huge rock on which we sat. "The trees...what are they?" he asked. 

"Redwoods, pines, spruce, eucalyptus imported from Australia in the 1800's. And it's not a jungle! We call it the coast range green belt!" I said.

"An' the bridges...so many bridges! What's those buildin's in the city? The pyramid an' the big black ones?"

I told him and he was transported. "I'll never go back," he muttered, reaching over to grasp my hand.

"Sam! You were born in Paradise! I, for one, actually considered spending the rest of my life on Pohnpei." I let him hold my hand in his warm palms.

"Yeah, 'cuz you coulda' become Queen o' the native village!"

"It also had something to do with sex," I confessed.

"Really? Did I have sumpn' ta do with it?" he asked, in a hopeful tone, suddenly kissing the sensitive part of my wrist, causing a fluttering in my pussy. 

"Well, yes and no," I responded, trying to keep it as honest as I could. "The whole 'Queen thing' appealed to me." I recalled vividly one afternoon when I'd taken on twelve healthy, brown, Polynesian canoe builders in a ceremonial sexual ceremony held in a tropical volcanic cave. 

"Why? You're a Queen here! Sure, there's a lot more people around, but since I been here – even in the airport – I ain't seen nobody as hot as you!"

"You're too sweet," I said, uncomfortably. "C'mon, let's go, it's getting late!"

"Aw, c'mon, Ginny. It's only 10 an' it's my first night. It's magic!" he said, his black eyes shining at the stunning views. 

My growing discomfort came from his kissing my wrist...and tickling it so the buzzing shards went to my crotch...plus the growing wetness between my legs. I might be the "lady of the house," but I'd rutted like an animal with this young island stud a few weeks before and the memory of it was causing my thong to become soaked under my jumpsuit. 

"We had fun, Sam, but that was then...and there," I said, trying ambivalently to make clear my perspective. 

"Okay," he said suddenly, and got up – drawing me to my feet – causing me to inhale sharply, and my labia to contract disappointedly, as if they'd been sprayed with cold water.

The remainder of the drive to the apartment was silent. As he started to get out he asked, "Will you call me tomorrow...please? Now that I'm here, I'm kinda lost without you." 

For a moment I was moved...my eyes actually misting over. He looked so young and alone. But of course I said evenly, "Sure, Sam. I want you and Luala to get together. Besides, we've got to talk about the new film." Then I turned my cheek to him for a kiss, which he gave me.

"'Kay...'night," he said, slipping out and closing the door.

As my heart slowed I put the car into gear and drove off. I turned right onto the one-way street fronting the apartment complex and made another right at the corner. He's a charmer, I mused, so boastful one moment, then so childlike the next. I made another right at the corner, getting into the middle lane to turn left in the direction of home before stopping at the light. It's still early and I'm not at all sleepy, I thought. JJ's passed out and Luala's probably dead to the world. What am I going to do? I wondered. Maybe I'll read. Maybe I'll masturbate! Gawd, my thong's wet! 

"Dammit!" I said aloud, suddenly, and the tires squealed as I made a hard right across the curb lane to return to the apartment building. Two more screeching right turns and I was back in the parking lot of the complex, braking to a stop. "Gawd-fucking-dammit!" I cursed aloud to myself once more. The sexual switch had flipped in my head again and I was angry at my weakness, realizing – once again – that I absolutely had to fuck. I slammed and locked the door and ran a few steps to the stairway leading to the second floor apartment. I nearly twisted my ankle in my heels, so stopped to pull them off before I ran up the stairs to knock. 

The porch light went on, the door opened a crack, and my breasts were heaving from my run as well as my excitement. Holding my heels, with the porch light on my face, I looked up into the black opening and shyly muttered, "I...I...changed my mind." The light went off and I was immediately swept into the lightless living room by Sam's strong, brown arms.

We whimpered, we groaned, we whined, and we clawed at one another as our mouths sucked and tongued away at one another. He was naked, so all that had to be done was for the long zipper on my jumpsuit to be drawn down. When it was below my navel I pulled my arms out of it, leaving the sleeves and top inside out and hanging from my hips. Then I sank slowly to my knees. The moonlight bathing us through the living room window allowed me a couple of seconds to regard the veiny tumescence of his erect cock as I pumped it with both hands before whimpering and sinking my mouth onto it. "Aaahhh...fuuuccck...Ginnnny!" groaned Sam as I vacuumed him into my gullet. "You're the bes', baby," he moaned, as his fingers stroked my pulpy nipples. I hummed deeply in my throat in response. "After ya left Pohnpei, I jerked off all the time thinkin' of ya!" which made me mewl pleasurably and suck him faster...harder. "I need ya...don't wanna tie ya down...but jus' need ta know you'll have me!" 

He was talking too much, I thought. I didn't come back to talk! I'd returned to suck his marvelous tool hard so he could transport me to the heavens that he had in the islands. And was he ever hard! I pulled off of him and crawled like a woman possessed to the sofa, climbing onto it and raising my legs in invitation, from which he stripped my jumpsuit to throw it aside. 

When the suit was yanked free, my sopping thong was quickly dispensed with as well. "Fuck me, Sam," I begged, wantonly. "Oohh, give it to me...hard! I've missed you, too!" I whined. My bra-less tits hurt from neglect, they needed suckling so much. And Sam immediately accommodated me, bringing whimpers of joy from my lips as he dropped to his knees and I felt the hard muscles of his wide, upper torso slowly inhabit the trembling, open delta formed by my legs. "Aaiieee!" I screamed, suddenly frustrated, knowing that I wouldn't feel his thick cock inside me for a while. Instead, he pinched my nipples with his lips, then tortured me below with his lengthy tongue and talented mouth, bringing me to a level of rapturous joy that I hadn't felt since the islands. "Oh – oh – oh – oh, Sam...yessss!" I murmured, as his tongue slowly plied the clenching, velvet interior of my vagina.

"Mmmmnn...so...sweeeet!" he muttered, between deep plunges of his tongue, causing streams of my juices to pour from my swollen labia. "Bes' I ever...had...Ginny," he said. Then repeated it...and repeated it again. My fingers had woven themselves through his short hair and were pulling him rhythmically into my hot, sopping center, which I ground against his upper lip, feeling my clitoris rasp against his unshaven face. "C'mon, Ginny, baby...cum fer me. I got all night!"

And I did, ooohhh, I diiiiiid! Gawd, that first orgasm was paralyzing, and seemed to last forever! I just screamed "Sammmm!!!" except that it lasted for as long as I had breath, and when I'd refilled my lungs, I screamed his name again...then again, as his long tongue continuously probed through my clutching internal muscles. When I'd finally been reduced to trembling, irregular, spasmodic hip thrusts – held fast by his muscular arms – I looked down at his moonlit face and muttered in a slow, breathless, fashion, "Now? Now...will you? Come inside me? Pleeeze?"

Sam's agenda was different from my own. He slipped into me slowly, filling me...filling me...Kee-rist! he filled me so slowly and so agonizingly full that I came within a minute. As I moaned through another climax, this one soft and lingering, he gasped, "This is fer you, Ginny!" as he met my cervix softly and pulled out to return half-a-hundred times. "You've done...ev'rythin' for me...sweet lady! An' I...love ya fer it! I love ya...fer it, Ginny!" he kept saying as he sawed in, out and around my hungry, palpitating vagina. I answered him with the ineffectual yelps of an insanely pleasured female in heat. In the back of my mind I'd heard what he was saying, now with continuing repetition. It was something about love. But all I felt was the fucking. All I wanted was the fucking...and I wanted it harder and faster!

"Fuck me, Sammy," I plead, after I came down from my orgasm. "Fuck me hard...all the way inside...then do my ass...all the way...to my guts!" I was in a singular sexual moment, and couldn't stop. "Then fuck my face...my mouth! I wanna feel your...hot cum...going down my throat...into my belly!" 

He didn't disappoint me. He pulled out of me as I moaned disappointedly, then flipped me over effortlessly to my knees. I leaned my chest and arms forward on the back of the sofa and he was into me again...filling me to my cervix with his meat. What had begun as an innocent family dinner was now commencing with one of the more raw – though incredibly sweet – carnal acts I'd committed recently...with one man alone. His prick then entered my womb – beyond my cervix – almost unnoticed by me, and quickly we began pounding at one another as if we were two honeymooning newlyweds trying to conceive. Then, very gently, he wormed his spit-covered thumb into my ass, loosening its tight muscles as I groaned in delight. Yes! I thought. Gawd, yes, my matchless brown lover, please fuck me there, too...just make it soon!

Prior to my next orgasm, the thought actually entered my head that – if I missed a few days of taking the pill – I could bear this boy's child. But I giggled inwardly at the absurd thought and once again yielded to my hormonal demands as the slick, slapping sounds of our mating drove the image quickly back into my subconscious. When we did cum, together, we just growled like animals at one another – no doubt disturbing the neighboring people in adjoining apartments – trembling together as our fluids blended and leaked from me like a frothy syrup. 

With one hand stroking his cock where it met my vulva, I looked back at him and begged, "In my ass, baby. Pleeeze...cum in my ass," and he obliged me soon, sliding his tireless member gently past my now-relaxed anal sphincter to gore my bowels. I straightened my arms to push my upper body straight up, yet my back was still arched with my butt sticking out, to welcome him into my darkest hole. My toes curled each time he plumbed my colon and his large hands held me in place as his fingers squeezed my itching tits. Finally, I reached down with one hand as he plugged me to diddle my swollen clit as we humped away. 

"Gawd-damn, baby...yer so tight in there!" he exclaimed as sweat dripped off his face onto my back. "Can't believe yer muscles!" 

I was in such ecstasy that whatever pain his huge dong was causing was immediately forgotten. Instead, I was captivated by the filthy, anticipated images of Sam bringing me joy in all of my openings this night. And my lewd imagination told me that he'd still have some jizzum left over for me, even if I were to collapse from exhaustion. All of this musing on my part was done as I groaned in response to the deep probing he was giving my ass. Even though the muscular flesh of my buns cycled in and out around his huge cock, clinging hurtfully to his girth as he plumbed my intestines, it felt weirdly satisfying. He was gentle. Unlike the savage sodomy done to me two weeks before by the old Greek, George, during our filming, this was much sweeter...almost reminding me of my licentious Greek Daddy who'd initiated me sexually when I'd been a teen. Regardless, I urged Sam on with, "Do me...do me, baby...get it! Yeah! Fuckmyass! Yeah! Cum in me...cum in me...cum in me now, Sam!" I screeched, as my fingers finally ratcheted another shuddering climax from my clit while he poured a torrent of hot seed deeply into my colon.

We lay still for a while, our fused parts still fluttering involuntarily with aftershocks. "Jeezus Keerist, Gin!" he finally said, pressing my back to his chest in a crushing embrace. "What 'm I gonna do? I love ya an' yer taken! By somebody else! By an ol' man!"

I knew better than to encourage this, since it was pronouncements of love that had resulted in my previous – disastrous – marriage to a worshipping young man slightly older than Sam. Trying to be tender, yet firm, I cooed, "Sweetie...sweetie. Pull outta me real slowly...yeah...just like that. Perfect! Now, go to the bathroom and clean yourself off, 'cuz I wanta suck your cock. I got just a taste of you this afternoon – off Erica's face – and you've gotta gimme some more!" 

That was hardly what Sam wanted to hear, but he was still a relative adolescent, smitten by puppy love for me, a 25-year-old woman at least five years his senior. I had time to think before he returned. When he did he asked, "Can I see ya again?"

I answered, "Well, you can fuck me again! An' here's how we'll do it!" When I'd finished my explanation, I worshipped his long, brown cock with my throat until he gave me what I knew I'd wanted since seeing him at the airport...an enormous deposit of his warm, healthy seed. As I drove home between 2 and 3 a.m., after having promised that I'd give him a little piece now and then as long as he held up his end of the bargain, I could smell and taste the lingering, tangy bouquet of his semen. And, as I slipped under the covers next to my snoring, old JJ at home, I could still detect its bitter sweetness, a trace of which I'd tried purposely to keep under my tongue.

Part 2

"You are what?" asked Erica, the following morning on the phone. "You are going to continue having sex with that...that boy?" 

"Yup!" I said, quite proud of myself. "I can have the best of three possible worlds! You and I can have JJ, I can...uuh, be with you whenever it's right and, when the mood strikes me, I can enjoy Sam. Trust me, Erica, he's the best guy I can remember in bed...apart from JJ."

"I worry, Ginny, that you're losing sight of your original objective...to rein in your obsessive, runaway sexual desires."

"My perspective has changed, Doctor," I said, pointedly. "As long as I'm careful...stay free of disease...I can enjoy JJ's love...and my time with you...until he's too old. And I'll always have at least a young lover in reserve. JJ predicted this might happen...years ago. Gawd, I feel liberated! Maybe for the first time in my life!"

"And what about me?" she asked. "I might get jealous."

"Then I'll lend you my new toy from the islands," I said lasciviously. "Only when I'm around, of course." Mmmm, how crafty I was getting! 

"Well, I'm only interested in Jay!" she exclaimed, then paused for a moment to think. "How about coming to my place, tonight...for an authentic Indian dinner and my own special entertainment. Bring your delicious father...and some good wine that goes with lamb."

I cleared Erica's invitation with JJ, informed Luala that we were going out, and suggested that she have Sam over for dinner and TV watching after Andi was put to bed. She agreed and I called Sam.

"'Member what we talked about last night?" I asked, coyly, on the phone.

"All I c'n remember is how you felt to me, Ginny. I didn't shower when I got up...still got some o' yer juice on me...an' I c'n smell yer perfume on my pillow."

"Sam! I'm talking about Luala! JJ and I are going out tonight and she'll fix dinner for you! We might be out quite late!" I emphasized, hoping he'd take the hint.

"Sure!" he said. "I found a used motorcycle in the newspaper ads an' – if it checks out – I'll buy it today with the money I got from sellin' my bike at home."

"Transportation's no problem, then," I said. "Well, if it doesn't work out, call by 4 o'clock and I'll pick you up. Otherwise, show up about 6:30." 

Things were going better than anticipated, I realized. Erica was expecting JJ and I at six. I went downstairs to JJ's office, where he was writing a draft screenplay for the surfing flick that would feature Sam as a new, upcoming porn star.

"I'm gonna take a Jacuzzi bath with Andi, then spend the rest of the afternoon getting ready!" I said, hugging him from behind as he sat. "Do me a favor, baby," I whispered. "Bring some Viagra along. Let's let it all hang out this weekend!" I cooed, biting his shoulder lightly through his shirt.

He glanced back quickly, saw the evil leer on my face, and broke into a devilish smile himself. "Since you put it that way, young lady, who am I to refuse?" and went back to work. 

My three-year-old daughter and I gamboled in the spa for a half-hour, as I giggled with her and shared the spontaneous innocence of childhood. I told her that Sam was coming for dinner and she was deliriously happy, since she and he had bonded from the first moment on the island. Soon Luala came in to dry her and put her down for a nap, allowing me to do some serious feminine preparation for the evening. I would make myself ready, I vowed, for anything. Anything sexual.

While I drew a fresh hot bath, I went upstairs and poured a snifter of absinthe, an illegal bottle of which I'd bought from a restaurateur friend for the princely sum of $150.00, and rolled two joints of some Maui weed that JJ had gotten on vacation. I dropped a couple of dozen jasmine pellets into the steaming bath water as it rose, and checked out my body in the wall mirrors. Not bad...even now...at the ripe old age of almost 26. My tits still didn't sag, even at a 34-C, and my waist seemed to be holding at 22 inches...or so...maybe 23. The hips at 36 still had their old tone, with their skin stretched tightly, then depressed at the creases on either side of my mound, which I'd shaved bald weeks ago. A couple of tokes on a joint made me look even better, but I was still curious. Turning, I palmed the two cheeks of my tight ass. Wow! All those years of ice skating had really served me well. And as I spread its cheeks to look at my rectum, it appeared that years of anal fucking hadn't done me a bit of harm. I still looked pink and undamaged, though recently I'd perhaps overused that particular aperture. Oooh, shit! The bath water! I turned it off in the nick of time and went back to the mirror, pinning up my long hair to keep it dry. Earlier I'd shaved my legs, pussy and armpits.

Looking over my shoulder again at my ass in the mirror, I touched my anus...then pushed into it with my forefinger...revealing it to be as tight as it should be. Then, back around, I spread my legs and hunched my vulva forward to the mirror, spreading my labia to check my clit. Licking two fingers and running them up and down across it, it pulsed and began to swell a bit, causing me to exhale with an "Mmmm," and walk quickly to my closet. Up on the shelf, in...yeah, that shoe box, was the long, flexible, double-ended dildo that I'd bought several months before when we were mourning JJ's departed wife, Lee, and sex together had been the last thing on his mind. I'd use the thing this afternoon. As soon as I had some more dope, I'd use it immediately!

One more sip of absinthe, a pull on the joint to finish it, and I settled down into the hot, perfumed water. Thissss was the way to live, I thought. I'd been so lucky! Had I not gotten pregnant by JJ, and had I stayed married to his step-son, I'd probably be a trashy, trailer park mom, perhaps being abused by my wastrel husband...and certainly scrapping for every dime I could earn. No, this was the way to go. I had my daughter. I had my longtime lover, though he was aging. I had my bisexual friend for some lesbian flings. I belonged to a swingers' club, just for spicy fun. I'd decided that I'd fuck Sam if he'd detour Luala's attention away from JJ...or if I merely wanted to. And, I'd dispensed with my old emotional baggage about being sexually abused by my father. Life was getting good!




The Past Is Prologue Ch. 03



No more guilt! I decided. No more shame! My therapy was working! I was just a hyper sexual being! Like right now. Sure, I'm a little stoned, and absinthe always makes me horny, but...I need it. Now. So, this bottle of bath oil should make the dildo nice 'n' slippery, I thought, as I rose to my knees and coated the 18-inch-long flexible plastic thing with the viscous lubricant. It wasn't as big around as Sam, and certainly not old George, so...yeah...it should be good there. I pushed...and pushed...and pushed it into my colon until I felt full, then pulled the other end between my legs to slowly insert it...deeeply...into my vagina. When it was completely seated inside me, I inhaled slowly, then settled down into the steaming water, holding the loop in the long, plastic thing with one hand, moving it slowly in and out of both my holes. Another sip of my drink, a toke or two on my second joint, and – for the next hour I re-lived the fantastic images of the many men I'd had – during our vacation and after – over the past six weeks. 

Oddly enough, I didn't experience what could be called an orgasm. Instead, the instrument I was using – coupled with the hot water and jasmine aromas – merely brought me to a languorous, buzzing awareness of every pore in my body. When the water grew tepid, I stood and nearly keeled over, as relaxed and numb as I was. I put on my robe, took another sip of my green liquor, and took a cleansing enema while spending 15 minutes to brush my hair before I applied makeup. I was getting really trippy, and looked deeply into the reflection of my own brown eyes as I again worked the hairbrush through my long, strawberry blonde locks. 

"Hey, babe!" chirped JJ as he walked in. "Six o'clock at Erica's? I'd better grab a shower."

"Join me in some weed?" I asked.

"Nah, thanks," he said. "Erica'll have something exotic, no doubt." 

"Mmm-hmmm," I agreed, absently, as I finished applying my evening blush and started on my eyes. Brown eyeliner and mascara, plus burgundy shadow, made my lashes look a half-inch long. When I closed my lids halfway, like a cat, I looked sooo sexy, I thought. I giggled loudly and JJ heard me, calling from the shower and asking who I was talking to. "Nobody!" I answered, as he emerged from his quick shower to dry off, his long cock swinging freely between his thighs. Feeling a little devilish, I stood up and slipped off my robe, hoping that my nakedness would have an effect on him. "Do you think I'm getting fat?" I asked, pirouetting and thrusting out my butt and cupping my breasts from underneath.  

"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "Your body's just getting mature! Jeezus, your legs are still flawless! I could eat your calves for dinner! How 'bout me? Is this ol' body putting on any flab?" he asked.

I turned and looked at him, licking my lips. "Just your cock. It's growing before my very eyes! My calves, huh," I said, flexing one for him. "I could get a tattoo! An imprint of your teeth on one of 'em, to show that you bite me occasionally!" 

"I don't want you to look like a slut, Gin!" he murmured, coming up behind me as we looked at our reflections in the mirror. 

"I know. You just want me to act like one," I said, as I sat down on my makeup stool and spun around, stroking his growing prick and slowly licking him.

We were interrupted by a light tap on the doorframe. It was Luala, our luscious Japanese-Pohnpeian nanny, asking if I wanted her to do the week's laundry. JJ quickly covered himself with a towel. Why he did so I didn't know, since we'd all three been to bed together any number of times. I told her to go ahead, then turned back to JJ, but our moment had been broken. He was slipping into a pair of boxers and proceeding to dress, much to my chagrin. I gave him a disappointed look and he muttered, "Sorry, babe. I'm saving myself for later."

"Hmmph!" I snorted to myself, leaving the bathroom and striding to my closet. Okay, big boy, wait'll you see me in this! I thought, grabbing a claret, stretch miniskirt off the hanger. It had two three inch slits up the sides, was very tight, and had a gauzy overskirt of the same color that came to mid-thigh, allowing anyone to see my curvy ass and legs covered by the skin-tight skirt through the sexy, nearly transparent outer material. With matching ankle-strap high heels, and no panties or pantyhose whatever, I was set from the waist down. After another sip of my drink I slipped into my claret, cashmere top, a long, shawl-like thing with one armhole that covered one shoulder, leaving my midriff and the other shoulder bare. It swathed my bra-less breasts, barely covering them, then crossed my back to be fastened at the waist with a huge pin, letting the two tails hang freely over one hip. For a jacket, I wore a long, tan, tailored linen blazer that covered the sexy outfit, making me look from behind as if that's all I was wearing.

Very fuckable, I thought, almost wishing that JJ and I were going to a swingers' party instead of to Erica's...a party where I could fuck somebody I'd never had before. My perpetual horniness had been put on hold by Luala's intrusion and I had a gnawing hunger for some anonymous, new cock. Imagining my East Indian friend's statuesque, brown body, though, rid me of the image as I applied wine colored lip-gloss, outlined with an even darker pencil, making my mouth look like a wide, whorish slash. I was ready!

"It's been years since I've...uhh...visited with Erica," said JJ as we drove to her place, in the same building as his office. "Did you bring your camera?" he asked.

"Yup. In the bag in back," I said, clutching a two-bottle bag of fine, red Pinot Noir as we entered the underground garage. I was prepared – even excited – to allow Erica to resume their old physical relationship. Two minutes later we exited the elevator and knocked on our friend's door. 

"Good evening, my loves," cooed Erica as the door opened. She looked absolutely stunning with her long black hair down around her shoulders. She was dressed in a diaphanous, golden sari, which was nothing more than a long shawl wrapped strategically around her body, with double layers around her private parts. The dark nipples of her 36-C breasts taunted us through the fabric and, as it wound around her narrow hips to her knees, we could glimpse little crescents of her mocha flesh as she moved fluidly in small, tantalizing steps. Her eyes were highlighted by a blend of cream and gold shadow, with a hint of dark green. The diamonds in her ears and navel flashed saucily, as if to remind us that dinner could probably wait.

Her living room was lit softly by several muted, colored lights and candles, a pleasant incense was burning, and a slow, moaning, African-sounding music was coming from her speakers. Her low coffee table was set for dinner, with more cushions than we needed, and bowls of exotic berries, sauces and sweetmeats were appetizingly presented in dainty dishes.

"Wow!" was all I could say. 

Her black eyes flashed at me as she took my blazer and kissed me tenderly on the mouth, licking at my lips. "You look and taste ravishing, sweet Ginny," she whispered, so that JJ could hear. Then she reached up around JJ's neck and started to peel his sport coat off his shoulders. She stood on tiptoe and smiled with her mouth open to slowly part his lips with her long, serpentine tongue. "And you, my old friend. I will have five courses of you tonight!" she murmured in her throat as his jacket fell to the floor.

So much for preliminaries, I thought. "I brought some boo...some marijuana, if you want..." I said.

"Perhaps later, darling. For now, let's try my opium. You remember it, don't you, Jay?"

"I remember enjoying you all night when we had it years ago. Does it mix well with Viagra?" he asked, jokingly.

"Oh, yes. And thank you for the wine. But let's finish this bottle of Shiraz I've opened...and nibble a little."

We sat, then reclined, on her cushions, sipping her wine as she fired up a button of opium. I'd never had it, so I watched her, then JJ, suck the smoke into their lungs through a cardboard tube. I followed them and was immediately hit by the most pleasant rush I'd ever felt from a drug...other than Ecstasy, perhaps. As we had some more, and nibbled hors d'ouevres, I began to feel energized, earnest, honest, then very talkative, as I seemed to become one with them both. But, there was a very small part of me, deep in my mind, into which I retreated. Reclining with my head propped on one hand, I watched them reach for one another and stroke each other's chest. She slowly pulled his shirt up from his waist as he eased her sari off the one shoulder. Her full, dusky breasts poked out with corky, dark brown nipples, causing me to feel wet between my legs. I wanted to rise to my knees and suckle her succulent orbs, but I was so relaxed, and my crotch was hot and buzzing, without any physical stimulation. So, I lifted one leg, opening my labia slightly, and in my mind I could almost count the increasing number of drops of juice gathering on them. Erica glanced over to look up my short skirt and murmured a soft "Mmmmm" in her throat, then turned back to JJ to wrestle open his belt and pants. 

It took hours, I thought, for them to undress each other. Of course, it was the opium distorting time. I was pleased to see JJ nearly erect when his boxers had been removed. Erica then rose to her knees and palmed his scrotum with one hand as her long, brown, silky fingers stroked his cock – dozens of times – from balls to tip. As she knelt, JJ leaned down to massage and lick at her erect nipples...nibbling at them softly between his lips. Soon he dropped one hand between her legs to caress her vulva and part her labia with his fingers. Then they began groaning in unison, a sound not unlike the moaning music that had been on Erica's stereo when we'd arrived. 

And, still I didn't participate. Instead, I watched them, hiking my skirt up further and playing with myself...seemingly detached from the whole thing. Erica was hissing, "Ohhhh, Jaaay, yesss, ohhh...yesss," and all I was doing was breathing heavily as my fingers curled inside to rub my spongy G spot. I was very turned on; extremely hot, but not feeling compelled to join them. For now, it seemed, I was content to watch the two adults closest to me in life engage one another sexually...while I masturbated. What a change from my normally aggressive posture! 

Then JJ groaned loudly as Erica went down on him slowly, gradually absorbing his prick between her full, brown lips. "Ginny!" he gasped, "...the camera! Aaanggh...take some pictures!" he pleaded.

Oh, Gawd! I'd left the camera bag on the back seat in the car! I withdrew my fingers from my drooling crotch and whispered, "Sorry! Left it downstairs! Be right back!" I was the only one dressed, so there was no question as to who should get it. I grabbed the keys from my purse, left the door unlocked so I wouldn't disturb them on my return, and slipped out to summon the elevator, which seemed to take hours.

When the door slid open, I was surprised to see Jim...what's-his-name...inside. He was JJ's senior architect, whose bashful eyes had followed my movements in the office – for years – since I'd first begun my affair with JJ. "Ginny!" he said. "What're you doing here?"

"Oh, we're having dinner with Erica. You know, Dr. Erica! Here in the building! And you?" Gawd, I was stoned. Not just stoned, but ripped to the eyeballs! And, Jeezus! seeing the usually submissive and retiring Jim, I felt a sudden – ridiculous – horny flash!

"Had to work all day to finish up a project that's due Monday," he said. Then, he was silent. Jim had always had the hots for me, but was very shy...and rather dull. Yet...just now...I warmed at his tall, very good looking face, topped with dark hair. He's the archetype of a guy that women find it fun to tease with a flash of thigh or a beaver shot...just to see him fumble, drop pencils and stutter as he blushes. 

But the opium had made me feel honest and open – rather than particularly cunning or teasing – as well as wanton. The silence in the slowly descending elevator almost hurt, I sensed, as Jim lifted his head to the ceiling like ingenuous people always do in elevators. So, I just blurted out, "You've wanted to fuck me forever...huh, Jim." 

"I...uuhh...I...whaddaya mean, Ginny?"

"C'mon, you've been checkin' me out for years, ever since the first day." I took a step toward him and he backed into a corner. I reached over to the control panel and pressed the stop button, bringing the elevator car to a shuddering halt. Now I became cunning. "Wanna do it now?" I asked, looking up at him through my heavily made up eyes. Another step toward him and I was breathing up into his face. "Wanna fuck me now?" I reiterated, reaching between his legs and feeling a large, hot mass of flesh, which I caressed softly. "Gimme a Ii'l kiss, Jimmy," I cooed, teasingly, bringing his head down to mine and plunging my tongue into his mouth at the same time that I rolled his meaty package in my other hand. Feeling the yielding, spongy handful caused an intolerable itch inside my throbbing vagina. 

At that moment the elevator's alarm bell rang, signaling that someone was requesting it. Jim broke our kiss and, momentarily delayed, I released his clothed genitals and pulled out the stop button. We continued down to the first floor, where a young couple stared at us quizzically as we departed. "I don't know what to say, Ginny," Jim gasped, breathing heavily as we stepped from the elevator.

"Don't say anything," I sighed, knowing full well what to do. "Is your car down here?" He nodded. "Let's use mine," I said, dragging him after me by the hand and unlocking my SUV to get into the back seat. JJ and I had parked in an unlit corner of the underground garage and Jim now stood outside the open door as I slid across the seat. "Well...you gonna come in?" I asked, lightly, "...though I s'pose we could do it out there!" Publicly or privately, I was going to fuck him. 

"Gawd, Ginny, I'm...uuhh...I'm...flabbergasted. What about Jay?" he asked, blushing.

"He'll never know!" I grunted, struggling to unbuckle and drop his pants. "Will he?!" I asked, looking up at him. "Lift up!" I commanded, and he raised his hips as I peeled down his trousers and underwear. "Oooh, Jimmy! I had no idea!" I exclaimed, as his rigid cock sprang out at me proudly...a wondrous instrument requiring two hands to grasp completely.

The soporific effects of the opium had left me and, in the elevator, my libido switch had flipped again. "Nnnggh, shit!" he groaned, as I thrust my mouth down over his crown, taking him to the top of my throat.

"Jus' a quickie, Jimmy," I panted, as I slurped at him. "Jus' down here for my camera, but...hold still an' lemme do it!" I barked. I hiked up my miniskirt and threw one leg across his lap to straddle him. Then, looking into his deep blue eyes and positioning his erection at my opening with one hand, I slid slowly down his pole. Then I rose and dropped twice more, filling myself to my cervix. "Aaanggh...fuuck, yeah, that's good! Suck my tits, Jimmy!" I ordered, as I pulled aside the wide shawl that served as my top. As his lips closed around one of my nipples, I yelled, "Yeeaahh, that's it! Ooohh, thas' so goood! Gawwd...yesss! Gawwd, yesss! Yesss! Yesss!" I could now hear our loins slapping together and the liquid, farting sounds we made as I plunged onto him. I remembered back a couple of hours before, lewdly wanting some strange, new cock, and I was suddenly delirious at my phenomenally good luck! Though, if it hadn't been Jim that I'd run into in the elevator, I probably would've fucked anyone I'd met on my camera errand. 

Jim was perfect for this, as I watched him nibble at my nipples. This was close to being a quasi-consensual rape of a male, if there is such a thing, I thought. And our sloppy, backseat fucking drove him out of the timid refuge to which he'd probably always retreated with aggressive women he'd considered appealing. "Ohh, Ginnny...," he murmured, as I slid my slick, heated sheath down over him.

"Yeeaahh...baby," I cooed. "You're such a...a good fuuuck...such a...gooood fuuuck!" I gasped, as my clasping vaginal muscles milked away at his probe. "Jeee-zusss! Why didn't you...you let me know?" I asked, fluttering around him wetly. Gawwd, we were hot together! I made a quick mental note to do this guy again soon. Maybe...I mused, as I started to tighten inside and felt the rapid, oncoming flashes of a typical quick climax, I could use him as my nooner guy! Right here in the garage! What a way to spice up the occasionally boring afternoon at the office! 

"Gin...Ginn...Ginny...gonna cum!" he soon rasped, and began spearing up into me with blinding speed.

"Me too, Ji...me too...me tooo!" I howled, as my cunt clenched around his cock and his hot load splashed up into me. "Yeah...yeah...yeah...ohhh, yeah!" I shrieked as a half dozen blasts jetted into my grateful insides. We huddled together, trembling for a couple of minutes. Then reality suddenly dawned on me, so I flipped off of him and stuffed some tissue into my pussy. "Sorry to fuck 'n' fly, cutie, but I've gotta get back upstairs." I rearranged my top as he drew up and buckled his pants and we got out of the car, with me grabbing my camera bag. He stood outside the car for a few seconds, searching for some words, until I stood on tiptoe and kissed him quickly. "Gotta get back to the party. See ya next week, you sweet man!" During the elevator ride up I decided that I should take a little more time with Jim at our next opportunity. 

As I entered Erica's living room JJ was slowly drilling her in her narrow, perfectly round ass, with her chest and one arm supporting her on the low couch. Open on the table was a jar of her green, minty lube and stimulant that she always used during sex. Her other hand was between her legs, slowly pushing and twisting what looked like a large, square, glass dildo in her dark-lipped pussy. It was part of her large collection of toys, many of she'd laid out while I was retrieving the camera. I snapped a few pictures of their humping gymnastics, stripped off my clothing, and walked to the sofa, sitting on the edge so that she had to raise up and place her head between my spread legs. I'd pulled the wad of Kleenex out of my pussy while undressing, so that now Jim's full deposit began running out of me. 

Erica's tongue plied my still-excited cunt, and her eyes grew large and round as she tasted Jim's cum. Her look silently questioned me about my activities of the past fifteen minutes or so. I smiled and nodded affirmatively. She blinked, uttered a little yip, and sealed her mouth around my vulva to vacuum out and swallow what was to her the seed of an unknown man. It could have been anyone I'd picked up off the street...or perhaps the sweating, hairy, building superintendent in a wife beater undershirt whom I'd seen emptying garbage into a dumpster. The anonymity of the donor caused her to moan as she sucked at my crotch, and our shared knowledge of keeping something from JJ caused us both to cum at once as his deep thrusts jammed her colon. I gripped fists full of her raven hair and pulled her moaning face into me as her tongue quested deeply for any last vestige of spunk. She stayed with my plunging hips for a couple of minutes, as I cried out her name in passion for the first time that evening. 

"We'd better eat something," Erica chuckled, after we'd come down and she'd cleaned off JJ's genitals with some exotic, medicinal oil. He stayed hard as we ate her lamb shish kebab, saffron rice and peppered vegetables. I was selfishly thankful that he was on Viagra, since my Indian friend and I were just getting started, and our eyes were very much on one another. "I have a toast!" she proclaimed, raising her glass of wine. "From this moment on, I will privately refer to Ginny as Uma. Uma is a Hindu goddess of love and life. I have prepared myself for you both, my friends, but this night is for you, Uma!" she exclaimed, as she placed her glass on the table and crawled around to me on all fours. "Is there something I can get for you, my little blonde goddess?" she questioned, seductively.