Future of Porn

“CAUTION: This story contains scenes that arouse the author and may make you horny as well. All characters are fictional, and not based on people the author thinks are really hot and sexy. For example, Sarah does not have a dog like um…well Sarah does not have a dog. Enjoy the story only if you’re allowed to wherever you are, or can read it without getting in trouble. If you do get in trouble, the author can be found in Istanbul if punishment is involved. If you would like to send the author gifts or money, he can be found in Victoria, BC.

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I consider myself very lucky. I have many friends, and most of them are women. While most of these relationships are platonic, there exists a certain flirtatious component in many of them; a certain something that keeps things fun and exciting.

Sarah is one such friend and while we have a certain chemistry, we have agreed that us as lovers or partners would probably not be a good thing. That was established years ago, leaving us more comfortable to tease each other, with those subtle innocent flirts exchanged on the understanding that its all in fun.

This is a tale of a wonderful summer weekend several years ago that I spent with Sarah and two of her friends, at her family’s cabin at Mt. Washington ski resort in British Columbia.

This is the point at which descriptions are usually given of the people involved in the story, embellished to heighten the experience in its recollection. Much in the same way that people who recall their past lives as being that of royalty or a famous individual, descriptions in this type of story usually involve enlargement of perceived positives and reduction of the negatives. I would do best to stay true to the real story but what’s the fun in that.

I’m an average guy. I’m 6 feet tall, slightly curly brown hair, and eyes that alternative from green, to blue, to grey depending on the lighting and clothes I’m wearing, or lack there of. I have average features, padded with a few extra pounds that I’d love to get rid of. I’ve got a normal sized penis that is solid and healthy when erect at the average six inches length. I have heard that when you lose weight it gets bigger, so who knows what the future holds ladies!

Sarah, the host of this little trip stands out because of her long, naturally cut thick red hair; her green eyes with specks of brown, accentuate her freckled face and endearing smile. She’s about 5′6″, voluptuous , but not fat. Over the years I’ve heightened my skills at gauging breast sizes, and I’d put hers at around a B-cup size. In my eyes she’s cute and very attractive.

Sarah brought her two friends, Karin, which you pronounce “car-en”, and Ondrea, both of whom I’d met briefly, but didn’t know well at all. Both were blondes. I’m not sure why saying they were blondes merits a sentence of its own, but it feels right. Society seems to elevate blondes into a special category of their own when it comes to romance and erotica; the statement that “blondes have more fun” is only the tip of the iceberg that hints at this disparity. For me though, I’ve never been drawn to a blonde based on her hair colour alone…it’s the red heads and brunettes that I’ve always found I’m drawn to when making a choice on a purely superficial basis. Regardless, Karin’s hair is naturally light brown, though Ondrea is a ‘true blonde’.

Karin was a bit taller than Sarah, probably about 5′8″ and was a little more voluptuous than Sarah. She was what I’d call curvy, balanced out by her larger breasts (C-cups) and a nice round butt. Ondrea was your more typical cute cheerleader type; she was about 5′ feet tall, probably weighed 100 lbs, and had a tiny ass, and perky A-cup breasts.

I’ve tried not to embellish my descriptions of these women or myself. I write my stories as much for myself as for others, and I’m more attracted to “real women” than I am the artificially inflated and “perfect” women that frequent pornography these days. Well, there you go – descriptions as complete as I will make them right now. There are far too many subtle nuances about someone, the way they walk, hold their head, lick their lips, and gently caress their nipples through their tight…oh wait…that’s not part of this story.

Well, it was a beautiful week in late June on Vancouver Island. Temperatures there are usually around 30 degrees Celsius and that is considered warm here in the summer. This, though, was an especially warm summer and temperatures had been cresting at 37 degrees Celsius during the day and staying above 29 degrees Celsius in the evening. It was a heat wave in an area that usually didn’t have them which meant that nobody has air conditioning in their apartments, and few have it in their cars. Everyone was hot and sweaty.

Sarah called me at work Friday morning and suggested she wanted to play hooky in the afternoon and escape for the weekend with a few friends. I latched right onto that, as nothing was happening at work – the mall I worked at then had not maintained their AC and it had frozen over and wasn’t working at all. I’d spent my week in an unventilated, humid, greenhouse. People who didn’t have to shop definitely weren’t stupid enough to enter this tropic zone that instantly made all your clothes stick uncomfortably to your skin.

Needless to say, being the boss, I made the decision to vacate immediately and, waving goodbye to my heat-exhausted staff, sticking to the counters they were propped against, blinked goodbye.

I was home in 15 minutes and tossing some clothes into a bag. Clothes basically consisted of a couple pairs of shorts, some t-shirts, and my hiking boots. My shaving kit ended up in the bag, and I considered what else to bring. There’s some great hiking up there, and a few lakes nearby, all great for swimming. I grabbed a few diving masks and snorkels and my Canon A-1 underwater camera. I was set.

I hopped in my car and drove off to the liquor store, deciding to stock up now. A full cooler of ice and libations for later. I was at Sarah’s house ready to pick her up. Her car was in the driveway, and I just let myself into her place. I yelled out that I was there as I opened the door, and caught her walking out of the bathroom. She swore at me and did a quick check … the towel was covering all her bits – she’d obviously just had a shower.

I laughed and told her I liked her outfit, but that in this heat I thought she was overdressed. She walked away toward her bedroom, and pulled her towel wide. Granted, she was still covered from behind, but the idea that she wasn’t covered at all in the front instantly had me getting hard in my pants. She looked back over her shoulder as she neared her door and stuck her tongue out at me. As she pulled her arms back to her body, she let the towel drop so that it was just covering her ass, and revealed her bare back to me. Still sticking out her tongue, I told her to hold her pose, I’d run to get my video camera, and that started her laughing, as she moved into her room. She dropped the towel as the door closed, and I swore I saw some of her smooth freckled fanny.

Ten minutes later she emerged from her room dressed in a white tank top and short blue-jean cut-offs. I’d actually run back to my car and grabbed my video camera, and started filming her as she emerged. I provided commentary, “See the brown-freckled, red haired women emerge from her lair, dressed to seduce the male of her species. Will we ever find out if her rug matches her curtains?” Sarah struck a cheesecake pose, one hand on her thrust out hip, and the other on her hair, and lips pursed in a mocking kiss.

We both started laughing as I zoomed in on her cleavage and she leaned forward even more…something she wouldn’t have done if she had known where I was zooming and what she was showing. On second thought, maybe she did know, but that’s not something I’d be able to verify. The low neck of her already revealing shirt fell away from her chest, and showed off a goodly amount of breasts – I was transfixed, and couldn’t take my eyes or move the camera off of their target. I wasn’t sure if they were just shadows I was seeing, or if I was seeing an actual nipple on her left breast as she leaned down, and before I could tell for certain she was standing up again, telling me to stop being a perv, and to get off my ass and load up the car.

As we piled into the car, Sarah told me that two of her friends were coming, and that we were picking them both up at Karin’s house. I’d met both before at group gatherings, but didn’t know much about them, so Sarah filled me in a bit while she directed me toward Karin’s home.

Ondrea, owner of an uncommon name, is a kindergarten teacher. This somehow fit with her small stature. She had been single for a while, though she was quite social with her female friends. Sarah’s impression was that she was pretty pure and innocent, and I was warned not to offend her – I feigned a look of innocence. Karin works in offices as a temp, and wasn’t booked to work today. Sarah told me the basics about Karin – she is recently single, kind-hearted, very smart and I was warned as we arrived, is a big practical jokester.

Despite repeatedly looking over at Sarah’s legs, and appreciating how short her cut-offs really were, we made it safely to Karin’s house; I was pleased to see the two of them waiting outside with their bags. And looking amazing in their “travel clothes”. Karin was wearing a short skirt which flared out a bit, and was of very thin material as evidenced by her backlit silhouette. She was wearing a simple spandex sports top, and her breasts filled it out well. Ondrea was wearing what I’d call a peasant blouse, soft white flowing material with baggy long sleeves. I could see the shadow of what I think was a blue bikini top underneath, and she was wearing what appeared to be the matching bottoms. They were the type that were becoming more popular these days, and to me are sexier than most bikinis women were wearing. They looked like a pair of tight short shorts, and the bottoms came down the sides of her hips.

We pulled up and I hopped out to show off my manly ways by carrying their bags the ten feet to the car and load them in. Karin was happy to oblige, and hopped into the back seat but Ondrea, thankfully asserted her independence from chivalry. When I say thankfully, it’s because she turned around and, bending at the waste, picked up her bags. Not only was I treated to a wonderful view of the moons of her beautifully tight hard ass, but to the snug fit of her bathing suit against her pussy. It was a brief fleeting moment, but one I would think of frequently on the ride up to the cabin.

I had been the driver for the day, Sarah had been seated comfortably beside me, legs stretched out invitingly, and Karin and Ondrea had been relaxed in the back seat. Now our weekend was to begin.

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The drive up to Mt. Washington from Victoria is fairly direct and takes you through several of the major communities on Vancouver Island. We drove over the Malahat, a small mountain separating Victoria and the surrounding communities from the rest of the island. It’s a peaceful drive that takes you past the beautiful Goldstream park, which, I believe is considered to be a rainforest, and you soon see beautiful views overlooking Brentwood Bay from atop the mountain. We’d all seen it before, and took it for granted and pushed thru to Duncan. In just over an hour and a half, we had reached the city of Nanaimo, jokingly called the “City of Malls” since the main street and original Island Highway are surrounded almost completely by shopping centres, stores, and businesses (if I’m not mistaken). It’s quite a strip broken up only the 13 sets of lights you have to travel through from one side of the city limits to the other.

I needed a break from driving and followed the old Highway into downtown Nanaimo, and parked near my favourite bookstore, Literacy Nanaimo. I made this decision on my own, as the girls had all dozed off in the heat of the sun and with the vibration of the vehicle. I made it a habit to, whenever I was heading through Nanaimo, to try to stop at this bookstore and spend $20 or so. It was a non-profit used shop, and all moneys went toward teaching people in Nanaimo how to read. I helped out a bit, and I also ended up with some great books.

Karin had shifted to the side, laying her head on the window, and pulling her legs up onto the seat. In doing so, she’d managed to point her ass right toward my seat, and her skirt was pulled up on top of her hips. The taught pouch of her pussy was straining against some very brief light blue thong underwear. Her ass was smooth and round, and totally bared to me. It was a thing of beauty, more-so because she didn’t know what she was showing off. Even more amazing was the way her lips strained the material of her thin panties, and I was able to see a bit of darker, damp fabric clinging to the inner walls of her lips. A few stray light brown hairs poked out around the edges. Ondrea and Sarah were also asleep and, though showing their legs to great advantage, were not revealing any of their hidden assets.

I reached down to the floor for my video camera, and, quietly as I could, withdrew it from its bag. I turned it on and began filming Sarah on wide angle, and turned toward the back seat, continuing to film. Soon Karin was in my sights, and I, with a quick glance to make sure everyone was still asleep, aimed the camera toward Karin’s revealed areas, and zoomed in. I was trying to be quick, and didn’t spend as much time as I’d have liked, before widening the angle of view again, and turning the camera to capture Ondrea asleep as well. Before I put the camera away, I pushed my luck some more, and holding the camera a few inches from Karin’s ass, hit that red button and started filming again. I made sure the camera was focussing close enough, and slowly moved it closer and in toward her pouting lips. An amazing 30 seconds later, I pulled the camera back, and reached under Sarah’s legs putting it back into the bag.

“Dave, what are you doing and where are we?” said Sarah, casing me to jump.

“Um, uh, in Nanaimo,” I thought quickly. “I wanted to stop at that bookstore I like and stretch my legs a bit.”

“I mean what are you doing pawing around my legs?”

“Oh, I was going to move the camera bag as far under the seat as possible and put a blanket over it.”

“Next time wake me up,” she said as she reached back to shake Ondrea’s leg and call out “Wake up you sleepy heads”.

As Ondrea started to stretch out and Karin began to respond, I suggested, “Why don’t you meet me in the bookstore in a half hour or so, or would you rather I just come back here?”

“We want to come,” echoed the three of them, not realizing how much I’d love to have them all come, albeit in a different context.

With that we clambered out of the car and trooped down the short block to Literacy Nanaimo.

***

When you enter Literacy Nanaimo, you are exposed to nice wide isles (by used-bookstore standards), tall shelves, and a sales counter to the centre of the room, off to the right. The upper floor contains their training areas, and, though you can’t see it when you first come in, there’s a basement full of even more books. The girls and I split up and went off to do our own personal exploring.

I went toward the area they keep the old pulp fiction books from the 30’s thru the 60’s. I enjoy finding gems in here. A gem for me can be a book that has with an interesting story or a wonderfully designed cover. You’ve all seen the old pulp fiction books, usually involving a woman smoking a cigarette in some lurid pose, and a very catchy plot summary such as, “Jane, a woman not to be crossed, met her match in this group of Bikers.” They’re hard-boiled detective/spy/adventure/sex stories and not to be confused with the Harlequin style of books. They’re about pushing the limits of the day, and titillating their audience. At least that’s how I see them and there are some very good stories from time to time.

I picked out a dozen of these books, and went off to explore some more. As I wandered around the store I saw Sarah, but not Ondrea or Karin, but I didn’t worry too much about it. After picking out a few more books, I went back to their “clearance area” of 25 cent pocket books, a place you could find some great classics and forgotten wonders. As I approached, I could here Ondrea’s voice from the other side of the shelving.

I crouched down a bit to peer through the shelves, and could see Ondrea and Karin talking, and I could see they were in the relationships, psychology and sexuality area. I opted for the better part of discretion and didn’t let them know I was there…and um, just listened.

“…you don’t care he saw?”

“Well not really, I know you don’t understand, but it’s not that big a deal, I’m sure Dave’s seen bums before.”

“But you were wearing a thong!”

“I know, but you should try it sometime, I’m kinda embarrassed to tell you this, but I find it … a bit …exciting to be seen like that.”

“I don’t understand you sometimes Karin … that’s just …”

“- it’s nothing but harmless fun – he had fun and got a little excited and so did I because he didn’t realize I had sat like that on purpose.”

“You what!?”

“Oh um…well, I didn’t talk about it much, but my ex got me started on flashing a bit.”

“Flashing?”

“You know, showing a bit more skin sometimes, like I did in the car,” Karin continued, “he liked it when other men and even women would see me when they shouldn’t.”

“I don’t understand,” Ondrea expressed in an innocent way.

“It started one day,” Karin said, “when I heard Simon come home after being out with the guys one night.”

“And?”

“Well, I was laying awake in bed and, well, you know I sleep nude,” Karin explained as Ondrea nodded, “so anyway, I decided to surprise him and ran out of the bedroom and into the entry way to leap into his arms…I thought it would be sexy to surprise him. I was the one who was surprised as I ran headlong into his friend Dustin.”

“Oh my god, that must have been horrible!”

“Well, I was embarrassed at first and could feel myself going red, and I quickly ran back down the hall to the bedroom and jumped under the covers – I could hear Dustin and Simon talking quietly, obviously about what had just happened – I thought I’d never be able to face Dustin again.”

Karin continued, “As I lay there, waiting for Simon to come into the bedroom, I realized my body was still flushed red, but it wasn’t because I was embarrassed anymore, but um, I can’t believe I’m saying this to you, but I was excited – you know – sexually.”

“But why? I mean, what, I just, um…”

“I’d started to think about the look on Dustin’s face, and how he couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts, off my umm pussy, and well, it made me feel sexy to have someone seeing me like that. As I realized how excited I was, and thought more about someone other than Simon seeing me, I got more excited, but I was feeling a bit worried that Simon would be mad at me.”

“But it wasn’t your fault, it was a mistake wasn’t…”

“Yeah it wasn’t my fault, and it wasn’t something I needed to worry about. Shortly after I heard the front door close as Dustin left, Simon was in our bedroom naked and ravaging me – it was the best sex we’d ever had.” Karin was breathing a bit heavier and her voice a bit deeper, “And throughout the whole thing he kept talking about how hot I’d looked, and how he loved that another man knew how sexy I was.”

“Wow. So you started doing that all the time?” queried Ondrea.

“No no no…it wasn’t until a few days later that he brought it up again. Until then I’d spent half the time thinking about that night, but was hesitant to say anything. Anyway we were getting ready to go out to the pub. I was pulling on a little green skirt I’ve got and…”

The top of the suit simply wrapped around her body, just above her breasts and below her armpits. There were no sleeves and her shoulders and neck were left bare. It would take less than a second to yank the top down and let her tits pop out, which Ben did a couple times, just to make sure it would work all right.

In the back, the material didn’t come together all the way. Instead, it had to be laced up, sort of like a corset. Since the laces ran in criss-cross fashion all the way down to her ass-crack, the easiest access to her pussy would be obtained by simply untying the laces and pulling the suit down past her waist. It wasn’t nearly as simple as a skirt with no panties or a catsuit with a button, but it still wouldn’t take long to get to her magical pot of gold.

Ben fondled her pussy through the thin material and liked the fact that he could push the tip of his finger into her pussy through the fabric. He could actually feel her heat and moisture. The fabric was pleasant to the touch and accentuated her already magnetic body. Cori, who found the suit quite comfortable, was glad when Ben said he would buy two of these — the silver one she was wearing and a white one, if they had one.

Ben helped Cori peel the suit off and again left her naked while he went back out to give Beverly the good news. She assured him they had the suit in white and would be happy to package it up for him. She gave him one more outfit that she thought might be perfect for the delectable Ms. Cori.

“She is delectable, isn’t she?” Ben smiled.

“Yes,” Beverly admitted, “she is amazing. She could be model or a movie star. It makes me proud to know that she likes our clothes. She must look incredible in them.”

“She does,” Ben assured her. “Thank you so much for your help. We’ll try this on and be right out.”

Ben gave the outfit to Cori. So far, Beverly was two-for-two with her selections and he was anxious to see what else she had for them. Besides, playing dress-up with Cori was a lot of fun —kind of like having a real-life Barbie doll — and turning him on in a hurry.

This newest outfit consisted of a pair of skin-tight black latex stockings that stopped about mid-thigh. There was a pair of black leather hot pants that fit snugly and rode up high on her thighs and low on her belly. The shorts were connected by a zipper that ran from the top of the waist band in front down through the crotch all the way to the top of the waist band in back. Unzipping it all the way separated the shorts into two pieces. The top, made of black lycra, was a skimpy tube top that could also be separated by a zipper running from top to bottom in between her breasts. Two simple tugs on a zipper could leave her naked except for the pair of latex stockings. Ben immediately decided this was a must-have as well.

He helped Cori out of it, fondling her breasts and ass as he did so, telling her how hot she looked in all these outfits.

“So which one do you want me to wear tomorrow?” she asked, standing still while Ben put her skirt and top back on her.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I like them all and they’re all different. Which do you think the guys would like the most?”

“Well, everyone’s been in kind of a kinky mood lately and I think the first black catsuit with the buttons was the kinkiest. Personally, the silver one was the most comfortable and probably my favorite, so I’d say one of those two.”

“I agree,” Ben said. “I’m leaning toward the black one too, but we can make a final decision later. Let’s go ahead and pay for these and then go get some new fuck-me shoes to go with your new outfits.”

“All set?” Beverly asked as they came out of the dressing area. She already had their other selections package d up and ready to go. She quickly added the latest outfit and gave them their total — which she knocked $100 off of just as a way of saying thanks. She also gave them a $75 gift certificate good for their next visit, which she hoped would be soon.

Ben and Cori thanked her and walked out, Ben toting three bags now filled with various sexy outfits. Fortunately, they were all small and skimpy, so the bags were not at all heavy or cumbersome.

Right next to the lingerie shop was a shoe store that catered to women’s shoes and included some rather exotic and erotic footware. Again, Ben had brought Cori here before and was greeted warmly by Russ Chalmers, the store manager. Russ was a kind, fidgety fellow in his early 40s. He had bright red hair and a pale complexion.

“Great to see you two,” he said, shaking both their hands and welcoming them in. “I’d like you to meet my nephew, Gerald, who is helping me around the store now.”

Gerald, who had never before had the pleasure of meeting or seeing Cori, came over to them, his eyes bugging out and jaw dropping. Gerald was 18 years old, a bit taller and skinnier that his father, but equally fidgety. He seemed shy, had a bit of acne and a long nose with a bump in it that made it look like it had been broken at some point. Gerald was stunned by Cori. To him, she looked like sex personified, which wasn’t a bad description.

Gerald, who was a virgin, was always nervous around girls, particularly ones as gorgeous as Cori. He approached her slowly and extended his hand nervously, “Nice to meet you,” he said in a shaky voice, trying hard not to stare at her chest.

“Nice to meet you too,” Cori smiled. “My name’s Cori and this is my friend and boss, Ben.” Gerald shook hands with Ben, but his eyes never left Cori. He wasn’t trying to be rude or stare, but he couldn’t help it. How many times had he jacked off looking at pictures of girls like her in Playboy or one of the dirtier magazines, like Hustler or Taboo? He felt a stirring in his groin and was afraid he was going to sprout a woody right here. How embarrassing would that be?

“Gerald, I’m going to be helping Cori and Ben look for some special items,” Russ said. “Would you mind watching the counter and staying by the phone?”

“Sure thing, Dad,” Gerald said, happy he wasn’t being sent back into the stock room. He’d be able to stay out in the store where he could keep staring at Cori. And behind the safety of the counter, no one would know if he got a hard-on.

At this point, neither Gerald nor his dad knew that Cori was wearing no panties. But they knew they could see lots of leg and ass and that her fishnet-covered tits were all but bare, so they had plenty to look at it without looking up her skirt.

The phone rang, so Gerald scurried behind the counter to answer it while Russ invited Ben and Cori to look around. Ben figured they at least needed silver, white and black shoes or boots to match their three latest outfits. And, of course, he would consider anything else that caught his eye. The guys all agreed that the right heels or boots could make all the difference in an outfit, even though most of the time they weren’t looking at her feet.

Cori, of course, already had a wide selection of shoes, but new outfits called for new shoes, even if they were similar to ones she already owned. Besides, Ben was really enjoying playing dress-up and showing off his personal Barbie. They selected three different styles of heels in silver. One pair was a pair of ordinary pumps, another was a pair of slim stillettos and the third featured a strap around the ankle.

Cori sat down to try them on, removing her black heels and bobbi socks. Normally, Russ would allow the customer to just try on their own shoes, but Cori was no ordinary customer. He knelt down to slide one of the pumps onto her foot. “There, why don’t you try …” he stopped in mid-sentence when he looked up and saw her bare pussy under her skirt. She had been in before, but never had he gotten to see her pussy — she had always worn shorts or thongs before. This was an unexpected and much-appreciated treat.

“What did you say, Mr. Chalmers?” Cori asked, pretending she didn’t know what had stopped him. She moved her thighs slightly further apart, giving him a better view. Of course, she acted like she was unaware that he could see under her obscenely short skirt.

“Oh, I was just saying that you could walk around and see how those felt,” Russ said, somewhat regaining his composure, though his eyes were wide and transfixed on the beautiful sight between her thighs.

Slowly, Cori stood up with Russ still kneeling at her feet. He wanted to just stick his head under her skirt, but he tried to be nonchalant, casually looking up at her, first catching her eye, then quickly glancing under her skirt. She walked back and forth, swinging her hips and purposely bouncing her skirt to show off her ass.

All of this caught Gerald’s attention. He couldn’t tell if she had panties on or not, but he knew if she did, it had to be a thong. He stared at her bouncing tits and long legs as she approached, then gazed at her perfect ass as she walked away. His cock hardened in his khakis and he was thankful no one could see. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

He looked at her ass intently, trying to discern whether or not she had on anything underneath that skirt. He couldn’t tell for sure, at least not until Cori bent over at the waist, pretending to be looking at the shoes and deciding if she liked the way they looked. Gerald’s cock leapt as he got a clear look at her juicy pussy lips, nestled warmly between her tender, tan thighs. He felt pre-cum starting to ooze out of his cock as he studied her mound, with its tiny tuft of blonde hair barely visible atop the peachy folds of her labia.

Gerald groaned involuntarily and Cori, still bent over, looked back over her shoulder, catching him staring at her ass. She just smiled, winked and stood up. Gerald nearly came in his pants. Cori walked back over and said the shoes didn’t seem to fit quite right — a bit too loose in the heel. She tried on the other two pairs of silver shoes, giving Russ the same close-up view each time and bending over for Gerald each time. Both naturally fidgety, father and son were both excited and nervous now, uncomfortable around such a beautiful girl who was relentlessly flashing and teasing them.

After Cori and Ben selected one of the silver shoes — the slim stillettos — they then picked out three more pairs of black ones, including a pair of thigh-high leather boots that zipped up the side.

“Gerald, why don’t you help the lady on with her shoes this time,” Russ suggested, thinking he was doing his son a favor by putting him closer to her and that pussy. He didn’t realize his son had a raging hard-on and could barely walk.

“Uhh, sure,” Gerald said. He tried hunching over to hide his erection as he walked around the desk, but he had a large cock and the bulge in his pants was obvious to everyone.

“Ahh, to be young and virile,” Ben said, trying to ease the young man’s embarrassment. “Stand up and be proud. Nothing wrong with a good, strong erection, is there Cori?”

“Not at all,” Cori said, looking at the boys’ crotch and smiling in an approving manner. “I happen to love erections. Don’t be shy. Come over her and help me with these shoes.”

Gerald straightened up, not hiding his bulging crotch as he came over to Cori. She remained standing while he knelt down with the first pair of shoes and slipped them on to her feet, his nervous hands fumbling, his curious eyes glancing repeatedly up her skirt.

Cori caught Ben’s eye, raised her eyebrow and he nodded. Cori continued her teasing parade for the next half hour, finally selecting four different pairs of shoes and a pair of boots. Russ totaled the purchase, deducting 25 percent, which was a great deal. He was surprised by Ben’s reaction.

“Wow, that’s a lot of money,” Ben said. “I’m not sure I can afford that. Any way we can bring that price down a bit?”

“Well,” the nervous Russ began, “I’ve already reduced the price. I’m not sure I can go much lower. I…”

“Oh, I know you’ve given us the best price,” Ben interrupted. “You always do. That’s why we always come back. No, I was thinking maybe there was something we could do for you to, you know, sort of offset the cost. Kind of a trade.”

“Well, what did you have in mind?” Russ asked. “We usually deal strictly in cash purchases. I’m not sure we can do a trade.”

“Even if Ms. Cori were to be made available to you and your son for the next 30 minutes?” Ben asked. “She’s very eager to show her appreciation for your generosity.”

“Oh, well, you mean …?”

“What I mean,” Ben said, “is that Cori will go with you two back into your office or whatever. She will give you both blowjobs and you can cum on her face or in her mouth. You can’t fuck her ass or pussy or cum anywhere else on her. I will watch the front here and make sure no one robs you or anything. If Cori were to do that, how much would the shoes cost then?”

“Absolutely free!” Gerald interrupted. “Come on, Dad. That’s a great deal!”

“I agree,” Russ said. “Are you sure? I thought you had set rules about that stuff?”

“We do,” Ben said. “But Cori and I have been feeling very generous today. And we like you guys a lot and we really could use a deal on the shoes. So, if it’s agreeable to everyone…”

“It is!” Gerald said, taking Cori’s hand. “Come on, Cori, I’ll show you the way.”

Moments later, Russ and Gerald were standing on either side of Cori, who was kneeling between them. Both men had their pants off and hard-ons pointed directly at her.

“I.. I’m a virgin,” Gerald stammered, his voice quavering with excitement. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

“Don’t worry,” Cori smiled. “I love virgins. Makes me feel special to be your first. Tell you what, why don’t you watch your dad and maybe you can pick up a few pointers as we go along. You do know your way around a girl’s mouth, don’t you Mr. Chalmers?”

“Absolutely!” Russ said. He was barely more controlled than his son and, his wife long gone, had probably gone nearly as long without getting laid. But he had been around the block before and was very ready to take the trip again. He found that putting himself in the teacher’s role for his son made him feel in control and calmed him down and cleared his thoughts, the first of which was, why the hell was Cori still dressed? He sure as hell didn’t think he’d get a better chance than this to see her naked. “But I think it would be best if you took off your clothes first. Don’t want to get anything on them, now do we?”

“Sure don’t,” Cori said, untying her top and tossing it to the floor. She stood up to remove her skirt and kicked it aside, but left her shoes, socks and choker on per Russ’ instruction. Still standing, she stood with her hands behind her back while Russ instructed his son on the fine art of feeling up a woman’s tits.

“The first thing to remember is that these are here for your enjoyment,” Russ said, looking at his son and putting both hands on Cori’s tits. “They are for you to play with. Now, they are sensitive, so you must be careful not to hurt her and, if you do it right, you can stimulate her. See here how her nipples are erect? She’s excited and likes the way I’m touching them and rubbing them with my fingers, isn’t that right Cori?”

“Oh yeah,” Cori said sincerely. “I love the way that feels. My nipples are so hard, I love it when you squeeze them and pull on them a little bit. It makes me so hot — all over. Feel my pussy, Gerald. Feel how hot it is.”

His hand shaking, Gerald put his hands between her thighs and felt the heat from her pussy before he even touched the soft, sensitive skin. When his finger tip touched her pussy lips, his cock lurched again, excited at the heat and moistness of her velvety labia. He was not only seeing a naked woman in person for the first time, he was also touching a pussy for the first time. He was about to explode.

“That’s it, son,” Russ said, watching Gerald’s fingers slide along Cori’s pussy lips. “Go ahead and slide your fingers right between those lips. Be gentle, but forceful. You’ll feel a bit of resistance, but just keep going. You’ll slide right in.”

Cori bent her knees slightly and spread her thighs, making herself more available to him. Gerald followed his father’s instructions and pressed his fingers between those perfect, puffy lips. Sure enough, with just a bit of pressure, her pussy opened up and his fingers slid easily inside her, instantly warmed by a tunnel of moist heat.

Cori, her eyes closed, licked her lips and moaned. She was genuinely turned on now, the father-son combination doing a good job of manipulating her tits and pussy. And there really was something very exciting about being the first sexual encounter for Gerald. She wanted to make it special for him and that made her even more excited. Cori’s juice were flowing thickly now, coating Gerald’s pumping fingers.

“Let’s switch places,” Russ said. “Go ahead and play with her tits.” Gerald pulled his fingers out of Cori’s snatch and Russ quickly replaced them with his own. “Nice and juicy,” he said. “Just go ahead and lick that off your fingers. I bet her cream’s real sweet.”

Tentatively, Gerald put his fingers in his mouth and tasted Cori’s sweet nectar. “Very sweet,” he assured his dad. He moved his hands to her breasts and played with her swollen nipples, just like his father had showed him. He had never touched a woman’s breast before, but he knew instinctively that these were extraordinary tits and that not every woman was so fortunate to have such large, firm, natural breasts with such perfectly dark, erect nipples. He might never touch breasts like these again, so he enjoyed this while it lasted.

He enjoyed it so much that pre-cum was now leaking out of his cock in significant amounts and his cum-filled balls ached to empty themselves, preferably either in her or on her. Cori was enjoying this too, but any chance of enjoying her own orgasm ended when Russ removed his fingers from her pussy and declared it was time for him to show Gerald how to fuck a woman’s mouth.

Gerald stepped back and watched, holding his cock but not stroking it, trying to hold out as long as possible. Russ, whose cock was also leaking pre-cum, stood over Cori who was now on her knees in front of him. He held his cock to her lips and she stuck out her tongue and tasted him, letting the pre-cum form a long, thick line from his cock to her lips. Gerald stood slack-jawed and wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

If all this wasn’t weird enough, it was his father — long-since divorced — of all people who was now stuffing his cock into this incredible babe’s mouth, all the while explaining to Gerald the apparently fine art of receiving a blowjob.

“Now, it’s important to give her time to get used to having your cock in her mouth,” Russ was huffing now, out of breath with excitement. “Give her a moment to suck on your cock and kiss and taste it like she’s doing now — oh yeah, that’s a good girl — then let her know it’s time to deep throat you.

“You do that by putting your hands on the back or side of her head, like this, and shoving your cock into her throat, like this. Now, a lot of girls will gag a little bit at this point. Cori doesn’t, of course, because she’s used to do this and, I must say, quite an expert cock-sucker. If a girl gags on your cock, back off a bit, then shove it back in. Don’t give up. All girls are natural cock-suckers and eventually they all get the hang of deep-throating if you make them keep trying.”

As he was giving this lecture, Russ was now exploring Cori’s tonsils with his cock. He had his hands on the back of her head and his cock was buried balls-deep into her face. Never once did Cori attempt to pull away and never did she stop sucking and stroking his cock with her tongue.

“Now, in addition to getting your dick sucked,” Russ said, suddenly pulling his cock out of her mouth, “there are other fun things you can do when receiving a blowjob. It is good to do these things when you’re close to cumming, like I just was, but don’t want to yet. See, by pulling my cock out of her mouth, I’m settling back down a little. While I’m waiting for it to subside, I can have some fun by slapping my cock against her face.”