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A widower comes out of his grief between the legs of his pretty neighbor, but he is placed in a compromising situation and is blackmailed...
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Our boys were both grown and had families of their own. Both lived in other states and both wanted me to come stay with them, but I steadfastly declined, not ready to sell my business nor close up shop, and not wanting to be a burden on the son I moved near to and not wanting to slight my other son. My employees tried to cheer me up, but I was never too keen with fraternizing with the troops. I really don't remember much about those awful two years except for those last months with Joanie, which seemed to have encompassed a compressed time frame. After she died, there wasn't anything worth remembering.
Considering my state of depression, it was no surprise that I had debated long and hard with myself whether or not to attend this year's annual block party. In the past, the block parties were always great fun. A chance to catch up with neighbors that I hadn't really seen much of, and a chance to meet any new neighbors. A chance to flirt and chance to tell lies. The best part was the chance to get rowdy with some of the old hands, people whose kids grew up with my kids, people who I cared about.
My good friend and long time neighbor, Jack, was insistent that I come and in the end, I came. Strolling up to the cul-de-sac where the festivities were held, I saw a lot of familiar faces, as well as a lot of faces that weren't so familiar. One such face was that of a girl, woman actually, who had moved in up the block about two years ago.
I had met her and her "husband" at the last block party Joanie and I attended, just before Joanie was diagnosed with cancer. They were a young couple, with two boys who seemed be a bit old for a woman her age. Sheila was very pretty, and very out going. About five foot six, she had a luxurious mane of brunette hair, bright green eyes and sported a very nice rack and a butt to die for. Dressed in a pair of ripped Daisy Dukes that showed a fair amount of her butt cheeks and a cutoff t-shirt that teasingly gave tantalizing glimpses of the undershelf of her large breasts, every man there had a hard-on for her, including me.
The husband, Billy, didn't particularly impress me that much. An earring or two and a tattoo or two on the arm is one thing, but the eyebrow piercings and the stud through his lip was a bit much for my taste. Even for a very casual affair like a block party, he was sloppily dressed, constantly pulling up his baggy pants so they wouldn't fall off. The coup-de-grace was the nasty looking tattoo on his neck. I sized him up and rated him a loser, someone whom I would never consider for a new hire. Through the gossip, I later learned that Billy wasn't her husband and that the boys had come very early in her life.
I hadn't been a total recluse, so I heard about it when Billy was arrested a few months before this year's block party. Seems he had gotten drunk at some party and "borrowed" the keys to a showboat 1963 Corvette Stingray. When the cops tried to pull him over for DWI, he tried to outrun them. The chase ended when he hit a cement retaining wall doing about 140 MPH, scattering chunks of fiberglass all over the roadway. Somehow, he managed to escape serious injury. When a police officer came over to render him assistance, Billy picked up a tie-rod and hit the officer with it. The charges against him included DWI, grand thief auto, reckless endangerment, resisting arrest, assault with a deadly weapon, assaulting a police officer, plus a few other charges thrown in for good measure. In as much as he was already on probation for a prior DWI conviction, he immediately began serving the full sentence of his prior conviction. As such, he was now very much out of circulation.
The block party was fun. For the first time in nearly two years, I was enjoying myself and enjoying the company of old friends and acquaintances.
At one point at about 10 PM, I was off talking with Sheila. She was as provocatively dressed this time as the last. I found her to be very easy to talk with. During our conversations she let it be known that her boys were spending the night at Sally Bealer's. She was much as I had remembered her, except that tonight the nipple rings were plainly visible through her too tight t-shirt. She was very much flirting with me and I was very flattered, as well as very drunk. Reaching out, I gently put the squeeze to a nipple.
"Love your rings," I said with a thick tongue.
Expecting to get my hand slapped at a minimum, I was surprised when she replied, "Want to see them?" Before I could answer she pulled the t-shirt up, showing off her full tits to me.
Taking the liberty to cop a feel I replied, "Very nice."
She giggled and pulled her top down, saying something about what the neighbors might say. I said, "Ah, fuck them!"
Sheila replied, "I have a better idea. I'm single and you're single. I'm horny and you're horny. How about if we do each other a favor?"
Minutes later, we were in my bed and I was pounding her pussy. Next thing I remember, it was daybreak and I was in bed with a woman nearly half my age. She gave me a really nice morning blowjob and then we fucked again. This time I took it slow and screwed her for a good half hour before cumming in her pussy.
We messed around until well after 1 o'clock when she announced that she had to get her boys.
"Rob, you've got a really nice dick," she said planting a wet sloppy kiss on the end of my pecker. "You really shouldn't let it go to waste."
"Oh, so what do you suggest?"
"Maybe I could come by ever so often and massage it for you."
"Sheila, you can come over anytime you want."
"Hmmm, if I can farm out the boys tonight, maybe…"
"I'd like that," I sincerely replied.
I was on cloud nine the rest of the day. It had been years since I felt so much alive. I still grieved for Jaonie, but I was no longer consumed by it. My depression gave way to a burning lust for life and the pretty neighbor who had shared my bed.
Turned out that she couldn't find anyone to take care of the boys, nor could she find a babysitter. That didn't stop her from inviting me over to her place.
Her home was sparsely furnished. Sitting on the well-worn sofa, drinking a beer and making small talk, I watched the two boys wrestle around in their underwear and generally raise Cain. They reminded me of my own two boys at that age.
Then around 9:30, Sheila shocked me when she told them, "Nick, Zach. Mr. Rob and I are going to bed. I want you two to keep it quiet. Make me come out to break up a fight, and you'll both regret it! Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Ma'am," replied the two grinning boys in unison.
Standing, she took my hand and turned away from them. Nick, the oldest at eleven, looked right at me, made a circle with his thumb and forefinger and then pumped his other index finger through the hole in a lewd gesture that left no doubt as to it's meaning. The two boys broke out in raucous laughter.
Knowing her two boys well, Sheila rolled her eyes and nodded for me to come with her. I was flabbergasted that she was so brazenly open with her two boys, but figured, "What the hell." I rose and followed the boys' mother into her bedroom.
I was going to say something to her about propriety, but thought better of it when she peeled off her shirt before she even closed the door. If she didn't have a problem with it, why should I?
Pushing her up against the dresser, my mouth surrounded a pierced nipple. Meanwhile, her hands were busy working on my belt and zipper. Releasing her tit, I stripped my shirt over my head and lowered my jeans and drawers, kicking the unwanted garments off towards a disheveled pile of dirty clothes. Immediately I went for her Daisy Dukes and soon we were nude and rolling around in her unmade bed.
After getting her off with my tongue, I mounted her from behind and ran my cock up her snatch. I took my time, fucking her in a leisurely manner, as I had no desire to rush things. Getting her off again with my cock, I pulled out and rolled her on her back. Putting her legs over my shoulders, I put it to her again, fucking her deep and slow.
I don't know how long we had been fucking when I heard faint snickering sounds. Looking over my shoulders, I saw the two boys, standing in the now open doorway, watching me fuck their mother.
Pausing I whispered, "Your boys, they're watching."
"Ignore them," she replied.
"Ignore them?"
"Just fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck my brains out!"
Who was I to argue? They were her kids, not mine. I slammed into her. The slow, sensuous fucking was over. She hissed, "Yessss! Yesss! Yesss!" as I pounded her cunt.
Over the next several months, I got quite used to fucking her, wherever and however. She preferred fucking at her place, so she could keep an eye on her two boys. She didn't care what they saw. We'd fuck in her bed, of course, usually with the door wide open. Once or twice we fucked on the sofa while her boys watched TV and watched us, and we fucked on the kitchen table as her boys milled about stealing cookies and getting an eyeful. Like I said, she didn't care what they saw.
To be so brazenly open about sex in front of her two boys bothered me, but not enough to say, "Hey, this isn't right." Sheila didn't mind them watching and while I wasn't exactly thrilled about it, I went along. Maybe I should have been more cautious.
I had been banging her for several months. It was a Saturday and I had to go in and take care of some business at the office. I'd spoken with Sheila on the phone that morning and she suggested that I come by after I was finished. It wasn't too hard to guess what she had in mind, as she always wanted to get it on and I was always ready to put it to her. Turns out the matter I needed to attend to wasn't nearly as complicated nor demanding as I had originally thought, taking not even a half hour to complete the task. So I just headed to Sheila's to dip my wick and get a jump on a day of sucking and fucking.
Parking my car in my garage, I then walked up the block to Sheila's. There weren't any cars parked in the drive or out front, so I assumed that she didn't have company. I had a key and a standing invite, so I just walked in.
Well, Sheila wasn't home… she wasn't expecting me for several hours, so she'd gone shopping. But, Nick and Zack were home and they had a couple of neighborhood boys over. They also had Jena, the ten year old daughter of my next door neighbor, Jack. The boys and Jena were all nude and apparently in midst of a game of doctor with Nick taking Jena's temperature rectally with his finger while Jason, the oldest boy, examined her oral cavity with his dick. Jason and the other boy, Freddie, froze when they saw me. Not Sheila's boys. Both Nick and Zach merely grinned at me, rolled little Jena over and Nick mounted her in a missionary. Nick convincingly demonstrated that a boy with a four inch prick can fuck a girl as well as a guy with a six inch model. Jena wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and fucked back like a pro. Obviously, they'd done this before.
I should have broken it up, but young Jena was willing, so I didn't. When Jason and Freddie saw that I wasn't going to intervene, they took a turn with her. It wasn't until all four boys had fucked her that she realized that I was there. Needless to say, that caused her a great deal of consternation.
It was at that point that I came to my senses, or at least partially. I then realized that since I didn't intervene, and had in fact watched them copulate with the girl, that I was as culpable as the boys were… more so because I was the adult. Having become an accessory, I turned tail and went home, leaving the kids to be kids and leaving Jena to her own devices.
By the time I got home, I knew I was in some serious shit if it ever got out that I was there while those boys fucked her and did absolutely nothing to prevent or stop it. For several hours I stewed and fretted over my stupidity. What would Jack do when he found out what his youngest was up to? What would the DA's office say? What would a jury say? Man, I was as good as fucked.
Late in the afternoon, Sheila called. "Rob, I thought you were coming over."
"Uh, yeah, uh… well… why don't you come to my place?"
"What and leave my boys alone? No telling what they'll get into. No, it would better if you came over here." So, I did.
I wasn't there but a few minutes when she asked, "What's wrong, Rob? You seem worried about something." I must have left my poker face at home.
"Well, it's about..." I stopped in mid sentence as Nick and Zach came thundering through the door whooping and hollering like the Indians in an old western movie.
"Nick! Zach!" she hollered. "Knock it off, you two!" The two boys quieted down a few decibels.
"Thank you," their mother said.
Turning back to me she said, "You were saying?"
"I, uh, never mind. Just something at work."
Sheila stepped up to me with that I-want-to-fuck-you look that I have grown to know so well. "Well, in that case. let me take it off your mind," she said in a sultry voice as she began working open the zipper to my cargo shorts. Next thing I know and my shorts are down around my ankles. I looked over at her two boys who were watching and grinning. By then my briefs were down off my hips and...
"Oh, fuck, baby," I hissed as her lips slid over the head of my hardening cock. "Maybe we should take this to your room." Why I even bothered to say that is beyond me, as her boys had seen us fuck numerous times and on just about as many times, had watched their mother giving me head. As to my suggestion, she just ignored it and proceeded to give me one of her fantastic uninhibited blowjobs.
As much as I enjoyed getting sucked off, it wasn't what my libido had in mind. I pulled her up off her knees and pushed up against the kitchen counter. She had a skirt on and wasn't wearing panties, so it was just a matter of lifting a leg and skewering her hot cunt with my cock. She was hot and very gooey and I instantly knew I wasn't the first guy to fuck her bareback that afternoon. On some level, I suppose that fact bothered me, but knowing what a wanton slut she really was, I put it out of mind and worked to get my rocks off with her, a goal that was easily accomplished.
Meanwhile her two boys, who had seen it all many times before, went about their business of helping themselves to milk and cookies while we openly copulated, then retired to the living room to play video games.
Having ejaculated in her cunt, my cock grew soft and slithered out of her. Before I could say, "lickity-split" she was on her knees again cleaning my cock with her tongue. Once she had me reasonably clean, she rose and stripped my t-shirt over my head. I was in the habit of removing my shoes at the door, something my deceased wife had always insisted upon to help keep the house clean, so I was now stark naked.
She began kissing and nibbling my nipples, something that I only recently realized was a turn on for me. Regardless, I pushed her away. "It's about Nick and Zach..."
"They've seen us having sex before," she answered unconcerned between nibbles.
"It's not that. I came over earlier today thinking that you were home."
"And you found the boys with Jena," she added before giving my nip a hard suck.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I know my boys and I know all about that little slut, Jena," she answered before attacking my other nipple.
"What about Jena?"
With a wet popping sound, she released my now swollen nipple saying, "She's a daddy's girl, don't you know."
"Daddy's girl? What are you saying?"
Giving my nip a quick peck she answered, "What do you think I'm saying? The boys aren't the only ones screwing her."
"Jack?"
"Yes, Jack," Sheila answered. "You really need to get to know your neighbors better, Rob."
"Holy fuck!" I nearly shouted as I broke away. "She's just ten!"
"He's been doing her for over a year now," I was informed. "Seems he was looking for her one day when his wife was gone, and he found her here, with the boys. Oh, he put up a fuss and threatened to kill everyone and then took her home.
"Nick told me about it when I got home, so I went to see Jack. He was only half dressed when he answered the door. I put two and two together. He's almost as bad of a liar as you are, Rob. I told him that`` he needed to be careful, as Kindra Ann might come home any moment and that if he wanted some private time with Jena, that they could use my house.
"You know what he said? He said, 'Oh, okay.' I knew then for sure that he was fucking her," she concluded.
I was so stunned by this revelation that I merely wandered about for the next several minutes in a daze, totally unmindful that I was nude. Needing to think, I flopped down on the sofa. It wasn't until I felt a small hand surround my prick that I realized that Nick and Zach had me bracketed and Zach had my cock in his hand.
"Hey, cut that out!" I told him.
He just snickered as he released me, only to be groped by his brother, Nick.
"Damn it, boys!" I cursed just as a flash went off. Before I realized what had just happened, the two boys were off and out the door, along with the damning evidence of me sitting naked while Nick played with my dick. I was screwed!
"Sheila!" I called out in a panic. "Your god damned boys just took a photo of me!"
Sheila entered the room totally unconcerned. "They have lots of photos of you."
"They do?"
"Yeah, of you and me. Don't worry, they'll only share them with their friends."
"Their friends! Holy fuck! Get them back here! Get them back here at once!"
"You want them, you go get them," she replied unconcerned. "I'm not running after those two."
"They have a photo of Nick playing with my dick!"
"You let him play with your dick?"
"No! I..."
Why was she so amused? It took a moment before I realized why she was laughing. Had I had been set up?
"What do you want for that photo?" I asked, my blood about to boil.
"It's not for sale," she calmly and coldly replied. "But if you don't want anyone to see it, that can be arranged."
"How much?"
"You make it sound like I'm trying to blackmail you, Rob. Would it be such a surprise that I don't want your money?"
"Then what do you want?"
"It's not what I want, it's what Jack wants."
"Jack? What the fuck does Jack have to do with this?"
"You want me to call him over? He can tell you. But before I do, I want you to understand that I have had absolutely nothing to do with this."
"Seems to me that you are in it up to your fucking neck," I sneered.
"Don't be that way, Rob. I really like you. I really do. You're fun!"
"I'm fun? Then why are you ruining me?"
"I'm not ruining you! But Jack just might. You want me to call him?"
"Can't you just get that photo back from your kids?"
"I'm afraid Jack has more influence over them than I do. He gives them money. He lets them fuck his little girl."
"Money? Money for what?"
"Just let me call him, Rob. He'll explain what he wants."
Sheila made the call and I got dressed. Five minutes later, Jack strolled in through the door as if he owned the place. Sheila, still stark naked, got up from the sofa. Before she disappeared in the back she commented, "I'll leave it to you two to work things out."
"That's one fine piece of ass," Jack commented as he watched her walk away. "And an easy lay if there ever was one," he added with a grin.
"Jack," I began, "what the fuck is going on?"
"Money, my dear old friend," he replied. "Money. Lots of money."
"You're blackmailing me? Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No, no, no! I wouldn't do that to you, old buddy." he said holding his hands up shoulder high.
"Don't 'old buddy' me!" I nearly yelled. "I want that fucking photo back!"
"Well, that's a bit of a problem," he answered calmly. "You see, I might need that photo." He chuckled and added, "You of all people, playing with young boys! Who'd have guessed?"
"You fucking bastard!"
"Hold on there, Rob. I think you have me all wrong."
"What do you want, Jack?"
"I want you to screw Jena," he answered.
"You want me to do what? Screw Jena? Screw your little girl?"
"She might be young, but she's a slut."
"What does that have to do with it?"
"Everything, Rob. Everything. Let me explain.
"Eight months ago or so, I caught Jena balling Nick and Zach. I was outraged at first, but then I realized that I was turned on by it. After making a big scene about it, I took her home ready to give her the spanking of her life. I made her strip and put her over my lap. I popped her bare butt a few times, enough to make her yelp, then I sought to sooth her. Next thing I know, I have my fingers up her twat. One thing led to another and... I suppose Sheila told you about Jena and me."
"Yes, she told me a little about it. That you were fucking her. Hell, she's your daughter and she's only ten!"
"I know, I know... Actually she's almost eleven," he said, as if that made any difference. Then he added, "I guess I'm a terrible father, but she likes it as much as I do."
"So, what does you raping your daughter have to do with me?"
"It's not rape," he defended. "it's all very mutual."
"Tell it to a judge," I sneered.
"No, you tell it to a judge," he rejoined.
"So, the photo is to keep me quiet?" I asked.
"That's part of it," he answered.
"Wait a minute! I only heard about you doing her just minutes after those little bastards set me up and took the picture. So... why set me up?"
"Like I said, Rob. Money. Lots of money."
"I don't follow you."
"Well, Sheila was telling me about what a nice cock you have. It's big and thick and you have no problem getting it up and keeping it up."
"She told you that?"
"Yeah. You're not the only one balling her, you know. Besides, she's the one who suggested you."
"Suggested me for what?"
"I'll get to that.
"Kindra Ann was out and about one day, doing whatever, and I was feeling a bit randy. I knew Jena was over here and decided to come over and fuck Jena. Then I got the idea that I could maybe make some money if I made a video of Jena fucking Nick and Zach... you know, kiddie porn.
"Well, I made several videos and let me tell you, I made a ton of money selling them. Then I thought, what could be better than an older guy, perhaps a grandfather, fucking a pre-teen girl like Jena?"
"You want me to fuck Jena and you want to video tape it and sell it?"
"Precisely! I thought about just asking you, but I didn't think you'd go along with it."
"You're right. I wouldn't go along with it and I'm not going to now!"
"Think again, my friend. I think you'd really enjoy fucking her and having her suck your dick, not mention ass play and eating her out."
"I think I'll just turn you in, old buddy," I told him coldly.
"On what evidence? You don't have any evidence. On the other hand, I do have the evidence of you playing with a young boy."
"I wasn't playing with him. He was playing with me."
"Tell that to the judge," Jack replied with the smugness that accompanies having someone else truly over a barrel.
He was right, I was fucked. Truly fucked if I didn't go along to get along. After he assured me that I couldn't be identified as his pre-teen daughter's older lover, and having no real choice, I reluctantly agreed. He told me I had to trust him. Trust him... yeah, right, but what choice did I have?
Over the next week I fretted over being entrapped into making a porn flick with an under aged girl who hadn't even developed tits yet. Hell, I'd known Jena since she was born and now I was supposed to fuck her while her father filmed it? How did I ever get myself into this mess?
By midweek, I had my marching orders and a corny script. Friday evening, I went to Sheila's where she made my graying hair, even more gray. She even colored my chest hair and my pubes. She added a fake gray mustache and some bushy gray eyebrows and with a little makeup, I looked twenty years older. The crowning touch were the nerdy horn-rimmed glasses. I must admit, when she was finished, I didn't look anything like what I normally looked like. In the meantime, while Jack's wife was off with her bridge club, Jack, along with his two young lackeys, Nick and Zach, was over at my place setting up.
When Jack was ready, he called me at Shelia's. Made up, I put on a coat and tie and then headed back to my house. Young Jena was there, dressed in shorts and a cropped top, her long red hair pulled back into a pony tail, the very image of a naive pre-teen babysitter.
The premise was Jena was a babysitter, who after being recommended by an friend, I had hired to look after my toddler grandson. Or at least that's what her parents had been told. But once she got there, there was no toddler, nor did she expect one. She was there to have sex, sex with a stranger and for cash. All that rubbish was quickly dispensed with the exchange of a wad of money and she made a show of stripping bare for her elderly client while Jack, Nick and Zach shot video of the action.
I must admit, once she stripped off the crop top and was topless, my interest in the project perked up. She may have been flat, but what a set of nipples! Rudy, puffy cones that stood out where her tits would soon be developing, nipples that begged to be licked and sucked. She danced up to me and rubbed those nipples against my lips. I reached out to hold her while I sucked on her, but she brushed my hands away and mashed her nips into my face. This actually took several takes from several different angles and a number of close ups where I'd take her meaty nip between my teeth and pull on it before letting it snap back into place. After a few takes, she was quite sensitive. By the time we had done seven or eight takes, she was convincingly wincing and whimpering, precisely what her pervert father wanted her to do.
With the nipple sucking done for the moment, she danced away from me to shimmy out of her cutoff shorts. Her stripping wasn't at all polished, but that wasn't the point. The point was for her to get naked for the camera and for a few minutes she danced wearing only a thong. What a fine ass! I'd noticed what a fine well developed derriere she sported some years before, but now to have it so fully displayed was breathtaking.
She now danced back up to me as I sat on the sofa fully dressed and gave me a lap dance. Without any direction, my hands filled with her tight buttocks and caressed them as she gyrated in my lap, sticking her now swollen nipples back in my face and rubbing them over it.
She sat back and with a genuine sparkle in her green eyes, she began undressing me. First to go, mercifully, was the frigging tie, which was carefully lain over the back of the sofa for a later scene. Then she unbuttoned my shirt, removed my coat and then the shirt. Hopping off my lap, she went after my shoes and socks, then my trousers and finally my underwear, revealing a thick hard-on and a genuinely excited drooling prick.
Holy fuck! I knew what was coming, but still, to watch her head descend into my lap, to lick and then take my cock in her mouth was incredibly erotic. Again, Jack wanted lots of takes of this action which was fine by me! But for the money shot, that would be just one take and it had to be good when I unloaded over her face. Good thing we had three cameras going!
While Jack and the boys videotaped, Jack had her take her time scooping my cum off her freckled face and sucking her fingers clean. I must admit, that was pretty damned hot! Jack was affected by it too and he whipped out his dick and had her suck him off. That I didn't expect! He later claimed that he just wanted more cum on her face.
Next it was off with the thong, which was my job, and a job well done, I might add. Despite Sheila's assertions of my prowess, I needed a few minutes to get it up again, time well spent when Jena climbed back on the sofa standing and put her young bald puss in my face. Again I had a handful of her fine young smooth butt while I devoured her snatch. Let me tell you, there nothing sweeter than an immature girl's pussy. Such a light and delicate flavor! Of course there had to be lots of close ups of my tongue scouring her twat. By the time the scene was over, my tongue was whipped out, but I had managed to get her off several times on my tongue.
"Okay, listen up, people!" Jack said with a producer's authority. "Time for the fuck scene!"
Turning to me he asked, "How do you want to take her, Rob?" Reality came rushing back at me. How could Jena's father ask such a thing?
"I, uh... it's your movie, Jack. What do you suggest?" I could hardly believe I was having this conversation.
"You stay seated, Rob...
"Jena, honey, I want you to crawl up on his lap and, uh... just sit on his dick."
Jena promptly crawled into my lap at her father's direction, straddled me and sat down. "Like this, Daddy?"
"You need to move up and down," Jack replied.
"Like this, Daddy?" she asked again as she rose and fell in my lap.
"Look like you're enjoying it, honey," her father replied. "Yeah, that's a good slutty look, baby girl!
"Okay, all we need now is for Rob to get hard again.
"Jena, slide off and suck his dick."
"Okay, Daddy," she replied as she slid off my lap and between my legs. Grasping my still limp noodle, she flopped it from side to side, as she looked up at me giggling. Then glancing over at her dad, she went down on me.
I'm not certain who got harder the fastest, me or Jack who still had his dick hanging out of his shorts. One thing I was certain of and that was Jack was getting off watching all this.
"Okay, action!"
Jena, naked, walked up to me with a shy, unsure look about her. She climbed up onto the sofa and straddled me. Grasping my rigid cock, she aimed it at her preteen pussy and lowered herself on it while turning her head to face the camera. Holy smokes!
"Cut!" Jack called out. Jena extracted my cock from her cunt and dismounted. "This time, Jena, I want you look like you're really enjoying this."
"I am enjoying it, Daddy."
"Again... Action!"
Jena once again walked up to me with a shy, unsure look about her. She climbed up onto the sofa and straddled me. Grasping my rigid cock, she aimed it at her preteen pussy and lowered herself on it while turning her head to face the camera.
"Cut!" her father called out. Jena again extracted my cock from her cunt and dismounted. Jack gave her new instructions and we did it again.
"Action!"
We did this scene at least six times before Jack was satisfied. As for me, I was half crazed by that time and just wanted to fuck the little whore senseless.
Up and down, up and down, she rose and fell on my steely organ. Meanwhile, Jack and the two boys moved about getting shots of her fucking me from various angles.
"Cut!" Jack called out. "Very good, people!" Jena dismounted my hot rod.
"Jena, honey, this time I want you on the ottoman, head down and butt in the air.
"Rob, I think you know what to do.
"Alright, positions everyone and... Action!"
I approached the upturned and offered butt, tied her hands behind her back with my tie, ran my hands over her globes, grasped her by the hips and then penetrated.
"Cut!"
For the next several minutes, I walked up, tied her up, molested her buttocks, and then entered her. On the fifth time or so, Jack didn't call 'Cut!' and I began pounding into her, setting her firm butt to quaking as I pounded her.
"Cut! Very good, people!
"Okay, Jack, pull your dick out, walk around to her head, lift her head by the hair and shove your dick in her mouth."
We did that several times, each time I had to penetrate her before pulling out and moving around to force my cock down her throat.
"This time all the way to your pubes," Jack instructed at one point.
For the money shot, I was told to pull out and hose her face down and to be sure and get a load in her mouth. That scene went as well as it could. As it was a one-time go for broke scene, Jack called it a "wrap". The video completed, he was done with me, but he wasn't done with Jena who he fucked and then let the boys fuck. By then I was hard again, so Jack wanted another take of the blowjob facial scene again.
"Rob, I want to thank you for being such a good sport," Jack told me while the boys took turns shoving their cocks into his daughter's face. "We'll have to do it again sometime."
I mumbled something about wanting the damned photo of me that the boys took, to which Jack replied, "Not a chance, good buddy. Besides, I have another screen play in mind. I just need to flesh it out and you're going to star in it."
Refraining from telling him to go fuck himself, I dressed and walked up the block to Shelia's. She was there, waiting for me in bed, spread out in all her glory.
"Have fun?" she asked with a naughty grin.
I thought for a moment while admiring her nudity. I didn't want to admit it, but I did have fun.
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