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 Author: Nimby
Title: Diary of a Porn Pro
Part: 5 Down to the Wire
Keywords: MFFF, cons

   DOWN TO THE WIRE

   by

   NIMBY

   Copyright (C) 2011 by KGV All rights reserved.

   All characters and events depicted in this novel are purely fictitious

   DOWN TO THE WIRE

   The ladies were pretty giggly by the time we had downed the second
bottle of champagne.  Bebe caught me staring at her nipples.  Since she was
the only one of the three who was bare-breasted, I found them a pleasant
distraction--watching them bob and weave and imagining their rubbery taste
while listening to the women's chatter.  She reached under the table and
squeezed my cock.  Her eyes filled with delight when she found that it was
beginning to charge up again for a new round of action.

   "Are you about ready to make my birthday wish come true?" she asked, her
eyes twinkling.

   "Mom!  You're not supposed to tell your secret!" Belen scolded.

   Her mother laughed.  Half the birthday cake still sat on the table,
untouched, it's creamy chocolate frosting sinfully tempting.  Bebe stuck
her fingers in the top of the cake, stole some of the frosting, and smeared
it over her nipples.  "It's all right to give a hint, isn't it?" she
teased.

   "What has come over you today?" her other daughter scolded.  "You're
being disgracefully--"

   "--naughty," Belen finished with a giggle.

   "Fifty is what has come over me today, dear--ooh!"

   I had leaned over to lick the gooey mess off her nearest tit.  The
sweet, chocolate taste quickly gave way to the sexy flavor of woman.  I
sucked and licked the nipple to a hardened peak.

   "More frosting?" Bebe asked.

   "No, more tit." I stretched across to clean up her other breast.

   "Mother!" In my mind's eye, I could see Sara rolling her eyes.  "This is
disgusting!  You can't do it right here at the dining room table."

   "No, dear, you're right." The older woman stood and held out her hand
for me.  "How about in front of the fireplace?"

   "In the living room?" Sara was still horrified.  "And what are you going
to do if one of your friends stops by to wish you happy birthday?"

   "Goodness!  They'll just have to sit and watch, won't they?  They can't
join in.  The deal is just for the three of us." She stripped off her
panties and tossed them at her daughter.  The flimsy garment ended up
draped over Sara's head.  "Just quit being such a party pooper and help
your sister get some good pictures.  We wouldn't want this young man to
have to do things twice, would we?"

   I was really beginning to like this spunky woman.  I put my arm around
her waist as she gave her daughters her ass and we headed back to the
living room.  It being summer, there was no fire in the fireplace, but the
pretty braided rug in front of it was just the right size for Bebe to
stretch out on.  Positioning herself on her side, she waited while I
settled next to her.

   "Grab his cock," Belen instructed as she straddled us--treating me to a
clear upskirt view of her panty-clad crotch while she pointed the camera
directly downward.  "Wow!  That thing really looks hard!"

   "It is," her mother commented as she slowly stroked me.

   "It's really neat the way the head slips in and out between your
fingers."

   "Belen," I said, clearing my throat, "if you're going to stand there
like that, would you mind taking off your panties?"

   "My panties?  You're looking up my skirt?  How rude!"

   "Better yet," said her mother, "get rid of the thing entirely.  Both of
you--get undressed."

   "Mother!" It was Sara protesting.  Naturally.

   "Both of you!  Right now--and no more backtalk!  This young man has
enough to do.  We might as well make it as easy as we can for him."

   I took that as my cue to go to work.  Leaning over, I nuzzled my face
between her breasts.  She cooed encouragement as I kissed over the mound of
each tit and sucked on the nipple.  She locked her fingers in my hair and
bucked and twisted on the rug.  "Oh God, John.  I'm so hot, I don't need
any more warm up.  I'm ready if you are."

   Without waiting for an answer, she grasped my rod and pulled me between
her legs.  Spreading her knees wide, she guided the swollen head of my cock
to where its target was almost hidden in the dark mass of her pubic hair.

   I gave a strong shove of my hips and thrust my entire length up into her
hot body.

   "Oooh!" she cried out.  "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"

   The sheath was tighter than I had expected, and her belly drove up at
mine with a savage violence that quickly brought me to an untenable peak of
excitement.  My explosion within her was all it took to send her into the
throes of an overwhelming orgasm.  To avoid crushing her tender body under
mine, I rolled off, still gasping for breath.

   My back had no sooner hit the rug when another soft body covered mine. I
wasn't sure whose it was, but the positioning was backwards.  A pussy
pushed into my mouth while a hungry tongue cleaned up my cock.  "I'm going
to get mine while he's still got it," I heard as my own tongue tried to
sort out the various folds of pussy flesh that was close to smothering me.
If it did, I'd definitely die happy.  "My God!  Would you look at this!  He
is getting hard again!"

   I had hardly begun to enjoy my tasty snack when the woman atop me jumped
up and spun around.  Grabbing my cock, she held it in place and settled on
it.  "Gotcha!" she announced giving me a big smile.  I could see, now, that
it was Belen, but I had figured that out already.

   This coupling was pleasant and easy.  I just had to lie there, enjoying
the visual delights of a pair of bouncing tits and a sweaty female body
while Belen did all the work.  She twisted and turned, spiraling her cunt
up and down my stretched pole.  In my partially depleted condition, it took
me a while, and I reached between her legs and diddled her clit to give her
a couple of orgasms before we reached our grand finale in unison.

   I found a chair to lean back against.  I needed some time to recover. 
Belen and her mother were off somewhere comparing experiences.  Sara came
to sit beside me.  She handed me the bottle of champagne she had brought
with her and I took a big swig.  "God, Sara," I said, wiping my lips with
the back of my hand as I looked her over, "you look beautiful naked."

   "Don't all women?"

   "Well, you've got a point.  But you look especially good.  Look, babe,
I'm a little exhausted--"

   "Too tired to do it?"

   "Not that tired.  I just need a little time."

   "We've still got an hour until midnight."

   "Good.  Let's take it nice and slow--just kiss, and pet, and neck like a
couple of teenagers.  I'd really like to run my hands and fingers all over
and into your body."

   "Sounds good to me," she purred.  She leaned toward me, and we kissed.
We stroked and teased, thrilling ourselves and each other, until I felt a
foot kick me in the ribs.

   "Better get a move on stud, or you'll be mowing my grass.  It's fifteen
minutes to midnight."

   Our tingling bodies melted into fucking position.  I won my bet with a
minute to spare.





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