The Making of Night Storms, Part VII

--Les Schmidt



Valerie was bored. When the shooting had finished Don 
had gone back to his job at a car dealership, her mom, 
Joanne, had gone back to her office, and Steve was busy 
with post production. All the friends she had made over the 
summer on the film crew had been moved to other projects 
and, with two weeks of summer vacation left before she 
started fifth grade, Valerie was sitting home.

By mid afternoon on Monday, she was completely bored 
with the TV. Even with 124 channels on cable, there was 
nothing to watch. She had spent a couple of hours playing 
with her mother's 'toy', and that was a great distraction, but 
it also made her sore after a while. She swam in the 
apartment pool. She really wanted to loose her bathing suit 
but that was against the rules and the apartment manager 
would complain to her mom. On Monday evening she 
asked Joanne if she could catch the bus to the mall and, 
after a while, Joanne gave in, as long as she kept in touch 
by cell phone and called her every half hour.

The next morning she got dressed and was headed out the 
door when she realized that the mall didn't open until 12. 
She went back in and, more out of frustration than anything 
else, cleaned her room. After a bite to eat, she got to the 
mall and walked around some-alone. It just wasn't as 
much fun as it should have been. She got back home at four 
and watched M*A*S*H reruns.

The next day, Wednesday, she just rode the bus past the 
mall, wondering where it went. It continued north into San 
Fernando and, really without thinking, she found herself 
standing on the street outside the San Fernando Hilton. 
That's when she realized that that was the hotel where Mr. 
Schmidt had stayed. With a smile she hurried into the 
lobby.

"Yes?" the desk clerk looked down at her, smiling 
pleasantly.

"Ma'am, could you tell me if a Mr. Schmidt is here?"

The young woman in a dark business suit consulted her 
monitor. "Oh, yes, Mr. Leslie Schmidt?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"He's in room 2104. Do you want me to see if he's in?"

"Oh, yes please!" Suddenly Val was a little bit nervous. 
She realized that she wanted to see him but, she was also 
scared that he'd be angry to be disturbed.

"Mr. Schmidt?" the clerk talked into the phone receiver. 
"There's a young lady here to see you." There was pause. 
"What's your name, honey?"

"Valerie, Ma'am."

"Valerie, Sir," she said back into the handset. "Yes sir,... 
I'll have a bell hop escort her up."

As if by magic, a young man in black pants and a red blazer 
appeared next to Val.

"Escort this young lady to room 2104, Billy."

Valerie was quiet and nervous on the ride up in the 
elevator, they didn't say anything. She followed the man 
down the hall and he knocked on the door. They were met 
by Mr. Schmidt.

"Valerie, it's so lovely to see you," he greeted her. "Is your 
mom with you?"

"No sir," she said as he put a five dollar bill in the hops 
hand. "She's at work."

"Well, what brings you here?"

"Well...." Val giggled nervously, "I don't know,...I was 
just sort of riding the bus and...."

"I thought you'd be in school," he looked at her with an 
enquiring expression, obviously suspecting that she was 
cutting.

"No, sir. School starts in two weeks."

"I see," he paused, "so I guess you're just bored."

"Yes sir."

"I just returned from the studio," he continued, reaching for 
his brief case. "I have some of the edited tapes that Steve 
wants me to look over. Do you want to watch them with 
me?"

Val wasn't quite sure what she felt, both a thrill went 
through her and she felt some apprehension when she 
realized what he meant. She had never seen herself on the 
film before, she didn't know if she was good or not. Also, 
she really was kind of scared to see her doing those sorts of 
things. She had seen a number of her mom's movies, but 
this was different.

"Ahh,...sure," she said.

Mr. Schmidt rummaged around in the canvas case, then 
lifted three VCR tapes out, he let the bag fall onto its side 
on the bed as he inspected the labels on the tapes.

"Here," he said and crossed to the TV.

Val sat down on the edge of the bed, opposite the TV as her 
benefactor played with the buttons on the TV and then the 
VCR next to it. A green screen came up on the TV, 
"VIDEO" appeared in white letters in the upper left corner. 
Mr. Schmidt came back and sat down next to Val, held up 
the remote and thumbed the buttons... "PLAY" appeared 
on the screen, then it went blank.

NIGHT STORMS

Scene 126, 5:32
August 14, 2002
SEXtus Productions, Los Angeles, CA

The picture was letter-boxed. From a distance, Magic was 
drifting, sails slack, inky silver water. In the smooth waves, 
the boat slowly rolled, a halyard clanged against the 
aluminum mast.

The scene shifted to a shot from the bow, looking aft. The 
horizon was almost lost in the haze. Val remembered this 
scene. It was shot on the boat at the studio. They had made 
it really hot on the stage, like a sauna, with machines 
boiling off water for the steam. The lights had been up at 
full brightness, there was no need to use a spray bottle to 
fake sweat. Most of the crew had soaked through their 
shirts by the time it was finished. 

Val (Lessa) climbed out of the companionway and looked 
around the boat. The camera followed her as she made her 
way forward, both inspecting the rig and sails and looking 
out to sea as any experienced sailor. Her naked body made 
short interplay with the sails, moving in and out of view, a 
dark counterpoint to the white fabric. When she returned to 
the cockpit she quietly sat down across from the sleeping 
figure of Doug. The camera followed her gaze as she 
looked up and down his figure. Then, with a shot from over 
him and across the cockpit to her, she quietly moved to 
him, kneeling on the deck next to the thwart, then gently 
lifted his flaccid manhood and took it into her mouth.

Another shot caught a relaxed smile play across Doug's 
face as he lifted his head with one hand behind his neck and 
watched his lover. His cock grew and became rigid in her 
mouth.

Valerie had never seen any of the film before, it was 
strange to watch herself on the screen and remember how it 
felt at the time. She remembered the smooth feel and 
musky taste of Doug in her mouth, the small shivers and 
twitches as feelings ran through him. She also remembered 
his hand tracing up her spine to the back of her neck and 
his gentle guidance.

Leslie put his arm around the child and, suddenly, she was 
very aware of him. She leaned against him and was a little 
surprised at how large and strong he felt. Doug, while not a 
small man, is around 5'8", maybe 160 pounds. Mr. 
Schmidt, however, had been a football player and even 
stood for the pro draft one year in college. He is at least 
6'6" and close to 260. His hand was huge, cupping her hip. 
She looked down and saw the massive ridge running from 
the center of his crotch out to the side.

On the screen, Valerie stood up and Doug turned, slouching 
down in the seat, his feet on the deck. Val stepped across 
him and slowly lowered herself over him. Doug pointed his 
dick up and, in extreme close-up his cock pushed against 
her slit.

Valerie remembered the scene, the camera over Doug's 
shoulder, she didn't know it was filming such a close-up.

Doug's cock pushed against the preteen pussy, but 
wouldn't go in. Val reached down with both hands and the 
screen showed her fingers pulling her lips apart. The silver 
nail polish was chipped. She pulled the hairless lips farther 
apart, opening the glistening pink inner lips. Now, Doug's 
dick slid slowly up inside the ten year old. Val started to 
raise and lower herself on her lover's tool.

For Val, watching the movie, remembering how it felt, 
made her incredibly horny. She was also intrigued by the 
size of Mr. Schmidt's cock, still covered. She moved her 
hand from between them, against her thigh, up and moved 
it along the firm rod.

Schmidt's heart raced and the blood rushed in his ears. 
Countless times he had watched as Doug had fucked this 
little girl and imagined what it would be like, having his 
dick inside the tiny ten year old, watching his cock move in 
and out of her tiny hairless cunt. He moved his hand from 
her hip up and onto her chest, feeling the slight swelling he 
had so often admired.

Val was amazed at the size of the tool she was feeling. It 
swelled even more, becoming harder and pushing against 
the fabric. She ran her hand down its length, there felt the 
ridge around the base of the head. She but her thumb and 
finger around it, pushing forward over the head, then 
pulling back. She felt Schmidt take a deep breath. She 
wanted to see it.

On the screen, Lessa lifted off of Donny's cock, it glistened 
with her wetness. The scene shifted as she stood up and 
turned around, again straddling Doug, and lowered herself 
on his cock. This time, with him sitting behind her and her 
facing the camera, Doug's cock slipped easily inside her, 
splitting the clean pussy lips and disappearing up inside the 
girl.
She moved up and down, sliding the cock in and out of her. 
Her engorged clit stood out, a bright pink nub, moving back 
and forth with the man's cock.

Val stood up and turned around, facing Leslie. She leaned 
down and started pulling at his fly. She had never dealt 
with dress pants before, Doug had either been wearing 
drawstring shorts or jeans with a metal button before, and 
she did not expect the slide and clip closer. She giggled 
when just a thin strip of fabric was freed from the waist 
band but a second clip kept his pants closed, then she was 
positively surprised when the button, inside his slacks, still 
kept her prize from her. Finally the waist band was freed 
and she pulled on the zipper and it moved down uncovering 
the cream colored cotton of his boxers.

"Here, honey, let me help you," Schmidt said.

Val stood up and stepped back. Leslie rose to his feet, 
towering over the child. He pulled his polo shirt off over 
his head, then stepped out of his shoes. "Now you," he said.

Val felt so small in front of him. Timidly, she lifted her 
shirt over her head, then slipped out of her sandals.

Now Schmidt pushed down on his slacks, taking the boxers 
with them. Val was already overwhelmed at the sight of his 
huge chest and the ripple of muscles on his stomach. A line 
of tight black curls stretched down from his navel, 
disappearing at the light waistband. Now it moved, sliding 
down. The line of curls widened and thickened into a dark 
mat of tight hair. Then it ended at the top of his penis. His 
cock was still held in his pants as the girth of its base came 
into view. Valerie was amazed. It looked three inches 
across, the large vain darker than the already ebony skin. 
His pants seemed to move down for an eternity, slowly 
uncovering the massive tool. Finally it sprang free, ending 
with a massive dark head, just a hint of maroon coloration 
to it. It was still pointing 45 degrees down, but was 
bouncing with Schmidt's heart.

Standing before him, his cock was at the level of the child's 
chest, the head would have hit her just below the breast 
bone. Val had seen many huge cocks in the movies but, she 
really had forgotten about them, faced with the mountain of 
a man she had offered herself too. She reached out. The 
head of Schmidt's cock almost filled her hand and she 
lifted it. She didn't know if she could open her mouth wide 
enough as she strained her jaw and then felt his fist size 
bulb, smooth in her mouth.

"Oh, damn, you're wonderful baby," Schmidt said as his 
knees became weak. He stroked the ten year olds cheek as 
she sucked on his cock head. 

Now his manhood stood straight out. Val tasted the salt of 
his precum as she tried to fit more of him into her mouth. 
He was at least a foot long, probably 14 inches, way too big 
for the little preteen. She could barely fit just the head of 
his cock in her mouth, she was afraid to think of taking him 
inside her vagina. 

Leslie had dreamed of this moment so many times, hoping 
beyond hope that the little girl would offer herself to him. 
When he had fucked her mother while watching her and 
Doug on the set, he had fantasized that he was Doug and as 
he had filled Joanne with his sperm, he had imagined 
flooding her daughter's cunt. These thoughts, and the 
wonderful wetness and suction of Valerie's mouth, were 
bringing him to a peak and, he knew, he had to stop.

He looked up at the TV, Lessa was standing on deck, 
waving at the fishermen and laughing. He pulled her off of 
him. "Lie down, child," he said, moving her around him. 
Val looked up at him with wide eyes as she sat, then lay 
back on the bed.

Leslie knelt down, then gently grasped the elastic of Val's 
shorts. He slowly pulled them down. The string of her 
thong was pulled along and, slowly, the child's sex was 
uncovered. He pulled them past her knees, then down and 
she stepped out of them, spreading her legs. The sight of 
the clean vulva was mesmerizing to Leslie, and he leaned  
forward and ran his tongue alone the slit. He felt a little 
shiver and gasp from the child as he pushed between the 
lips. He reached up and, with both hands, spread the little 
girl sex, uncovering her dark pink clit ridge and the 
opening to her vagina. Again, after inspecting the charms 
of the girl, he leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue 
along her wetness. He was amazed when, after just a few 
times licking her, Valerie bucked and humped, an orgasm 
shivering through her frame.

He lifted up and laughed quietly. "You like that girl?" he 
asked.

"Oh, yeah," Valerie whispered back.

"Are you ready for more?"

"Uh huh."

Leslie stood up, then sat down on the bed, around the 
corner from her. "Come here child," he said.

Val rolled toward him and off the bed, ending up on her 
knees facing him, his massive tool rising in front of her.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

She had a wide eyed look on her face, "I don't know if I 
can...."

"We'll see."

He led the little girl around to stand in front of him. He 
surveyed her beautiful preteen body as she looked with 
some fear at the massive manhood standing in front of her.

"Here, turn around," he said as he gently twisted the girl.

She was facing a full length mirror on the closet door, 
looking at her self with Schmidt behind her.

"This way we can both watch," he said.

He pulled Valerie back and she stood across his knees, then 
shuffled back. His cock was so big, the size of her arm. She 
reached down and wrapped her hand around it, lowering 
herself as Leslie gently pushed her down by the hips.

To Schmidt, the contrasts were awe inspiring. His huge 
dick against the little girl, his black skin against hers. As 
she lowered herself, the slit became a sharp triangle, 
spreading out for him. She pushed against the bulbous head 
and, slowly, her cunt lips parted and started to stretch 
around the huge black cock.

Valerie felt some pressure and an uncomfortable stretching 
as she watched the end of Schmidt's black cock move 
inside her. Suddenly something gave and she sank down. 
She was instantly filled as the head and maybe an inch of 
the shaft slid up inside her. There was no pain, just a 
wonderful tightness as she took the black man's dick inside 
her. The tingling in her pussy spread as she moved up and 
down.

Schmidt was amazed as he fucked the little white girl, 
watching his black meat inside her pink and white clam. He 
wrapped his hands around her chest, holding her easily, 
lifting her up, then lowering her down on himself. She was 
the tightest cunt he had ever felt. He moved one of his 
hands down as he pulled her back on him, feeling the 
smooth skin of her pubes. Instantly, the sperm rose in him, 
the almost lost control, almost filled her much too early, 
and he had to concentrate.

He felt Valerie's hands on the back of his neck, she was 
reaching over her head, arching her back. He stretched up 
his neck and looked down over the little one's shoulder, 
watching his enormous cock sliding in and out of the 
child's sex. Again, he almost lost it.
He wanted to see him entering he close up. He pulled back, 
pulling out of her.

"Here, lay down on the bed," he said.

She obediently rolled off of him, again on her back, her feet 
on the floor. Again, Leslie knelt between the ten year olds 
knees. This time, he directed his manhood against her slit 
and, with just a gentle push, entered her. The sight of the 
pretty child being fucked was wondrous and soon, he was 
beyond caring as he pushed in and out of her. His cum was 
ready to explode and he let go.

Valerie was rocked by orgasm as she felt her already 
overfull cunt being pumped with his sperm. Again and 
again he jammed into her, each time spraying seed into her 
immature womb. She felt the warm slipperiness as his jez 
added to her own pussy juices.

Leslie was grunting, his head thrown back, his chest out, as 
he pumped into the child. He looked down to see his white 
goo ringing the place where his dark cock met the pink 
pussy. He leaned forward, putting one arm under the 
child's butt while supporting his weight with the other and 
lifted her up, then moved forward and lay her on the bed. 
Now they were missionary position and he felt her thighs 
grasping his hips as he continued to hump. She had another 
orgasm, whimpering, her face buried against his shoulder.

They relaxed and he rolled them to the side. Now, still 
coupled, they lay on their sides, facing each other. Leslie 
kissed Val, snaking his tongue through her lips. "Damn 
girl, that was awesome."

Through her pants, Val said, "Oh yeah."

They stayed like that for about five minutes, the tape on the 
VCR had run out and rewound. Val's phone began to ring.

She jumped up, "Oh Shit! Mom's goin'a be so pissed!" she 
said as she dug in her purse.

"Hi mom, I'm sorry, I forgot," she said into the phone just 
as she opened it.

She was silent for a few moments, the words were 
indistinct but Leslie could hear Joanne's voice on the other 
hand.

"Well," Valerie paused, looking at Les, "I'm at Mr. 
Schmidt's." She listened for a couple of moments more, 
then handed the phone to him. "She wants to talk to you."

"Hello Jo, how are you?" Leslie said into the phone.

"Hi, Les, when did my daughter get there?"

"Oh, she's been here for almost an hour," he paused. 
"We've been reviewing some of the tapes."

"Is she being any trouble?"

"Oh, heavens no, we're having a great time."

While this conversation was taking place, an evil smile had 
crossed Val's face and she had knelt down in front of Les 
and started sucking on his half deflated dick.

"She's behaving herself?"

As he reached down and caressed her hair out of her face, 
his breath became ragged. "Oh yes, as a matter of fact...." 
He took a deep breath, "She's doing wonderfully." The 
child pushed his huge black dick as deep into her mouth as 
it would go. "She's giving me a blow job right now."

Joanne was taken aback and paused. Then she realized that 
she felt an instant rush of wetness and her nipples got 
instantly hard.

"Oh," she squeaked, wondering what to do. "You're kind 
of big for her." 

"She's the tightest fuck I ever had," Schmidt replied.

Joanne had gotten up and was moving around her desk in 
her closet sized office, she closed the door.

"You've already fucked her?"

"Yeah, just before you called." Val was licking the length 
of his rod, working her way down to the huge nuts. "She's 
wonderful," his voice caught as she sucked his right testicle 
into her mouth.

Joanne had sat back down and spread her legs, reaching up 
under her skirt, she jammed her hand down her panties and 
started madly fingering her clit. She was surprised at her 
reaction to talking to a man while her little girl sucked his 
cock. She pushed two fingers up inside herself, rocketing 
toward orgasm.

"What's she doing now?" she asked.

Schmidt brushed her hair back again. "She just got done 
sucking my balls and she back with my dick in her mouth." 

Val started licking her monstrous head, moving her tongue 
back and forth across the glans just below Schmidt's pee 
hole.

"Oh God," he said, holding the phone with a shaky hand, 
"now she licking the head like an ice cream cone." He 
leaned forward, "Your gonna get lots of cream real soon 
little girl," he said to Val.

"Oooo," Joanne said into the receiver as a small shiver 
went through her.

Schmidt heard her blow into the phone, "What're you 
doin'?" he said.

"I-I-I'm playinggggg," came the answer.

"You in your office?" Les asked.

"Yes."

The idea that this would turn into a phone sex session had 
never occurred to Les. "Can anyone see?"

"The door's closed, but it doesn't have a lock." Joanne had 
slouched way down in her chair, she was rapidly rubbing 
her clit side to side with the pads of two fingers. The desk 
kept her from raising her knees up as high as she'd like.

"I want you to push two fingers way up inside you," he 
said. From the other side of the line all Les heard was 
breathing and an occasional squeak.

"What's Val doing?" came the far away voice over the 
phone.

"She's got my dick head in her mouth and she's twisting it 
around."

"So you like fucking hairless pussys?" Joanna said as she 
repositioned the phone while pushing back from her desk. 
She put her feet up on the top and went back to 
masturbating.

"Ohh, yeaaaahh," Schmidt said, "I love clean pussys."

Joanne started finger fucking herself again, after working 
her panties off one of her legs, the light blue thong hanging 
around her left ankle. She was desperately wishing she had 
her vibrater.

He leaned back slightly, beginning to loose control. "I'm 
getting ready to blow," he said more to Val than to her 
mother.

Val looked up at the big man and nodded slightly, then 
sucked harder and tried to take him deeper.

"Are you going to cum in her mouth?" Joanne asked as she 
shivered, hovering just before going over the edge.

"Ohhh, Yeeeaaaahhh," Schmidt breathed as his first shot of 
semen flooded into the child's mouth. At the same time, her 
mother was rocked by her own intense climax, imagining 
what it looked like, her pretty little girl sucking slime out of 
the huge black dick.

Valerie swallowed three or four shots of cum before it 
seemed Schmidt was done. She held the last one and then 
let his dick slide out of his mouth, showing him her semen 
covered tongue and lips.

"Oh, fuck, Joanne," Schmidt said as the string of jez 
stretched out from her lower lip to the tip of his cock, then 
broke. "She's awesome." He paused. "Her mouth is all 
covered with my jez, she's showing me some on her 
tongue."

Then to Val, "You swallow that stuff like a good little bitch 
slut."

Val closed her mouth and swallowed hard, then opened it 
again, all gone.

"Damn, Jo, I've pumped both ends of her," he said.

Joanne was laying relaxed in the afterglow, one finger still 
up her cunt, her clothes completely disheveled. She looked 
at the clock on her desk-3:30. "If it's alright, I'll be by to 
pick her up around 5:15." She pulled her dripping hand out 
from under her skirt. She'd have to set her clothes right, 
then make a dash for the ladies room.

"That'd be great," Leslie said as he smeared some of his 
semen across the child's cheek. "Maybe I'll have recharged 
some by then."

He put the phone down on the bed beside him and lifted the 
child up while laying back, pulling her light weight up 
across his stomach and chest. Her kiss still tasted like his 
cum.

"You're mother's going to be here in a while to pick you 
up," he said.

"I want to watch you fuck her," she said.

"Your mother is really good."

"As good as me?"

'Oh Shit!' Schmidt thought. 'Stupid thing to say, now I'm 
going to have one of them pissed at me.' The struggled for 
a moment for a tactful answer. "You're mother has a lot of 
experience and your...."  He almost said 'sexier' but again 
checked himself, "....just so new to me. I've never fucked a 
ten year old before."

Valerie, for her part, saw that she had opened a difficult 
subject and, showing an amazing maturity, changed the 
subject.

"Who's the youngest you've ever fucked?"

"Oh, let me think," Schmidt was relieved. "I guess that 
would be my daughter's friend, Jessica. She was, fifteen, I 
guess."

"How old's your daughter?"

"She's 24 now."

"Ever fuck her?"

"Yeah, a couple of years ago....we were both drunk..." he 
let his voice trail away.

"Do you have a picture of her?" Val started to slide off the 
man's chest.

"Yeah," he sat up, "In my wallet."

Val admired the huge black expanse of his back and hard 
ass as he walked to the dresser and retrieved his wallet, 
then brought the picture back. It showed an attractive 
young woman in a mortar board and tassel.

"She graduated from San Diego State last year," he said.

"She's pretty," Val replied.

Looking at the woman made Val feel....strange. She wasn't 
sure what she felt. She stood up and walked over to the 
door that opened onto a balcony. "Can I go outside?" she 
turned.

"Sure," Schmidt replied as he stood back up.

Val pulled the door open and was enveloped by the warm 
August air. She stepped out onto the 20th floor balcony, 
over 200 feet above the city. The streets disappeared into 
the hazy sunshine of a slightly smoggy LA afternoon. To 
her left, she watched an airliner climb off the runway at 
Burbank Airport. The brightly painted 737 climbed from 
below her, then, as it quickly climbed past her height, was 
lost behind the building as it spread off to her left. Below 
the cars moved along in the heavy rush hour traffic, people 
walked along the sidewalk, in and out of the entrance to the 
hotel. She heard the toilet running as the door to the 
bathroom opened behind her. Val listened to the low noise 
of the city below her.

She felt his presence behind her before his cool and still 
damp hands wrapped around her. As she was enveloped she 
realized how small she was against her benefactor. Each of 
his hands covered her ribcage on either side, his wrists 
crossed at her chest. She felt his firm upper stomach against 
her shoulder blades, then the firmness of his manhood from 
the small of her back and down between her cheeks. She 
leaned back against him feeling warm and safe, her head 
barely reached his solar plexus.

"MMMmmmm....., I love it here," she said.

"Yeah, it's pretty much become my home away from 
home," he said.

"You live in San Diego?"

"No. I live up in the Bay Area, but I think I may move 
down here to make some more movies."

"What do you do?"

"I own a couple of clubs."

Val turned around so she was facing him. He put his hands 
on the railing.

"Ones where girls dance naked?" she asked.

With a chuckle and a grin, "Yeah, places like that."

The ten year old ran her hands down across his chest and 
stomach, then further and cupped his cock. "Can I dance in 
one of your clubs?"

"Maybe...., But you'll piss off all the other girls cuz you'll 
get all their tips." 

Valerie giggled.

"Do you have something to drink?" she asked.

"Well, the minibar's all stocked."

Val ducked under his arms, then ran to the small 
refrigerator. Reaching in she removed a green bottle of 
wine. "Can I have this?" she asked.

"Does you're mother let you drink?" he asked.

"Well, she lets me fuck."

"Oooo kay," he laughed, realizing how ridiculous the 
question was. "Bring out two glasses."

As she settled into a chair on the balcony he poured the 
wine. "Do you want something to eat? I'd like to get some 
pizza," he asked.

"Pepperoni!"

They had moved into the room by the time room service 
arrived, watching more of the films. Val jumped up, "I'll 
get it!" and ran to the door, pulling it open.

The Mexican attendant had a shocked look on her face 
when she saw the naked preteen at the door.

"Ahhh...., your pizza?" she said in a heavily accented 
voice.

"Come on in Maria," Les called, getting up and crossing to 
where his wallet was next to the TV.

When Maria saw him she blushed a deep burgundy. Still, 
Val caught her surreptitiously checking out the man's cock. 
Schmidt gave her two twenties for a $22 charge and sent 
the teenager on her way. He'd have to check her out some 
other time...... 

The two spent the rest of the afternoon watching a movie 
and eating pizza. Val drank two of the small bottles of 
wine, Les sipped through a couple of scotch and waters. 
Unknown to them, Joanne, Val's mother, had left work 
early and gone home, there to prepare for what she hoped 
would be an unforgettable threesome.

The traffic was frustrating as she made her way north into 
San Fernando. She was wearing a white sun dress, only a 
white sun dress. She parked in the garage to the hotel, then 
found the elevator. When the elevator passed "L" on its 
way up she smiled at an idea. Alone in the small car, she 
pulled the dress off over her head. 15...16...17... the bell 
rang and the car slowed. There was a small shake when it 
stopped, then the door whooshed open. She was met with a 
quick gasp. In front of her stood a family. Both the well 
dressed adults jaws dropped, but the man quickly 
recovered, working hard to keep a straight face. The early 
teen girl blushed a deep crimson while a little boy covered 
his eyes with his hand. The 15 or 16 year old son pressed 
his lips into a tight smile, obviously the only one willing to 
show enjoyment of the situation (but Joanne knew the 
father HAD to be turn on).

"Excuse me," she said in an apologetic voice as she stepped 
out of the elevator, the father and older son made room for 
her to pass. As the door closed she turned around and, with 
mock embarrassment, gave a small wave to the five in the 
elevator. That's when the man's face broke into a wide grin 
and his eldest son even raised his hand to wave back.

Joanne spun around and walked down the hall, dragging the 
dress behind on the carpet. At the end of the hall, to the left, 
was Les' room. She knocked.

"Mommy!!!" Val launched herself across the room at the 
door, turning the knob with both hands and backing up to 
pull the heavy door open.

Les looked up from where he was sitting on the bed with an 
expression of enjoyable suprize. He hadn't expected Joanne 
to appear at his door already naked. His cock started to firm 
some as he took in Jo's still thin frame, small breasts and, 
now, cleanly shaved pubbes. Val also immediately noticed 
the change in her mommy but didn't say anything.

Jo, for her part, didn't say anything. She just walked across 
the room to where Les sat in the bed, leaned down and 
kissed him, pushing him back to a lying position, his knees 
over the edge, and was on top of him on her hands and 
knees. Val watched as the big black cock grew between 
them, her mother's naked clam pointing out at her, her ass 
sticking up in the air.

After a few seconds of intense kissing, Jo started working 
down, licking, kissing and biting on her way until she was 
on her knees on the floor sucking his now enormous hard 
on. Through the slurping and grunting, Jo said, "Val, sit on 
his face."

The little girl gleefully jumped on the bed and straddled his 
head. Now, from her perspective, Jo could watch as the 
black man's tongue worked along her daughter's slit. Val, 
her hands on the bed, looked down on his eyes and 
forehead, his nose pressed firmly in her belly, as the 
movements of his tongue exploring her private folds and 
creases quickly moved her toward an impending orgasm.

For Les, the sensations were awesome. Jo's very practiced 
skill and cocksucking was astonishingly good, then to have 
the child cunt in his face was going to make him 
cum...way too soon. He had to slow it down. He reached 
over Val's thighs and gently pulled Jo off his schlong, then 
rolled her daughter off him and onto the bed, keeping his 
mouth firmly attached to her in the process. Jo knelt on the 
bed next to them as she watched the big man bring her 
child to a groaning orgasm.

Val lay on the bed, panting, as her mother sat down on her 
but, her knees up, her hands behind her, showing her 
hairless pussy to Les. He immediately switched, now 
burying his face in the older woman's crotch, savoring its 
stronger scent and taste. Joe, for her part, looked down at 
him as he licked and sucked her clit. She gasped and 
humped gently against him. Now it was Val's turn to kneel 
on the bed and watch as her mother got off, a rolling 
orgasm washing over her.

Then Schmidt straightened up, still kneeling on the floor, 
and drew Jo to the edge. Now he took the mother in the 
same position he had had her daughter a few hours earlier. 
Val watched the huge black cock slide into her mother.

"I'm going to blow my cum inside you and make another 
baby girl for me to fuck," he said as he started a regular 
pumping. Jo just gasped slightly as she humped to meet his 
thrusts. After just a few more cycles he said, "Here it 
comes." He made two quick thrusts, then pulled back and 
made a series of deep plunges, grunting with each one as he 
filled Jo with slime. Jo groaned as she took his sperm, her 
pussy clenching down. Val could see the tightening and 
twitching of her mother's pussy as some of Schmidt's 
white seed was squeezed out around the clean lips. Schmidt 
leaned forward, covering Jo, they both were panting, small 
rivulets of sweat ran across the man's wide back.

He sank back on his haunches, leaving Jo spread on the 
bed, still panting. Her pussy was glistening with her juices 
and his smeared cum. As he rolled away, Val was pulled in 
and she took his former position and started licking up the 
dribbles of semen left behind on her mother's cunt.