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Subject: Incest story: "Johnnys Closet" part 13
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Johnnys Closet
13th and final part
My six not-so willing subjects were about to make me a lot richer.
I
was confident the videotape we were making would get a cool $50,000
from
my Asian contact. And then, when we sold our entire library the
following
week for $6 million, my younger sister Marie and I would be able to
retire.
Not bad wealthy and retired at ages 27 and 29.
"Were gonna start," I said to them, "by doing exactly what each of
you couples was doing last night, when I videotaped you in your rooms."
Marie and I hadnt taped them, of course. Wed just watched them
through peepholes we had made earlier at the motel, and then TOLD them
they were on tape. We threatened to expose what they had done either to
the police (in the case of the mother and her underage son) or to all
of
their neighbors (in the cases of the newlywed and his transsexual wife,
and the elderly couple). We promised to give them the blackmail tapes
to
dispose of if they followed our directions at todays little filming
session.
The two stationary cameras were rolling. Marie was hand-holding the
third and would focus its attention on whichever couple was having the
hottest sex. Wed edit the three together later in our lab, producing
what
would be the best tape of our 15-year, more-than-1,000-tape career.
"Now," I said, "listen carefully to my instructions. We have only
three
rules. Follow them and you will get possession of the tapes from last
night. Mess up and youll pay the consequences."
Rule number one, I told them, is that I am the director, and they
must
do for the cameras exactly what I tell them to do. No hesitation, no
balking. They must comply instantly with what I told them to do, and
with
whom I told them to do it .
Rule number two, I said, is that these are what we call "voyeur
tapes," and that meant the illusion we were to give is that they did
not
know they were being filmed. Now only the dumbest in the audience would
actually believe that a tape of this quality could be produced by a
hidden
camera, much less by three hidden cameras, but no matter at no time, I
said, were any of them to look into the camera. The illusion must
remain
that the six of them did not know that they were being taped.
"Look even once at a camera, even sideways, and you will forfeit
getting last nights tape back. Is that clear?"
The six nodded their assent.
"Rule number three is equally important. Now you know and I know
that
when people are having real sex, they dont pull out of each other at
the
moment of orgasm. That happens only in pornographic tapes, so the
audience
can see the cum. After all, what good is an ejaculation that happens
INSIDE a pussy? You cant see the squirting, the loads landing on faces,
stomachs and in hair.
"So," I told them, "even though we want this tape to look as real as
possible, the one thing that you must do is pull out of whatever hole
you
are in when you are about to cum. You will something when you get that
inevitable feeling, so my partner here will be able to zoom in on you.
Say
it loud so well hear, either Im coming! on Now, now! " Anything to
get our attention. We absolutely will not tolerate losing a cum shot.
Do
you understand?"
Again, they all nodded. I turned to the transsexual, the guy who
had
had one key operation his breasts were magnificent but still had the
dick he was born with.
"How about you?" I asked. "Do you, uh, cum the old fashioned way?"
"I still do, although " he paused in embarrassment. "it only
dribbles
out now, because of the hormones."
"Well, just make sure we have enough warning to catch the dribble."
I
said.
"Yes, sir," he answered in his best submissive voice.
"Were ready to start," I said. "Son," I said to the 16-year-old,
"Lie
down at the foot of the bed, crosswise, with your dick up in the air.
And
mom," I said to his mother, "climb on top and start riding that dick.
Do
this for about five minutes and while youre doing it I want your son to
play with your nipples. But dont block the nipples from the camera," I
said to the kid. Viewers want a clear look at any changes that nipples
go
through.
"Old man," I said to the 60ish husband, "Stand on the right side of
the bed and start to jerk off over your wifes nipples. I want you to
take
it slowly, because, again, I dont want any cumming for at least five
minutes. Got that?"
"Yes," he answered, and got into position.
"As for you," I said to his wife, the woman with the biggest tits
in
the world, "when was the last time you masturbated?"
She flushed. While she was used to her husbands jerking off, her
activities in that area were apparently something the two did not
discuss
with each other. She mumbled something I couldnt make out.
"Speak clearly," I said. "We dont have time for modesty."
"I masturbate every morning in the shower," she said, "because "
Her voice trailed off again.
"BECAUSE WHY??" I demanded. Sometimes you have to get assertive when
dealing with amateurs.
She turned even redder, but this time got it out.
"Because I cant reach my vagina when Im laying down."
Of course, Those boobs were so huge, they completely blocked any
access
she would have needed to her crotch, at least in a lying position.
"Well, I want you to cum, too, so well have to figure something
out."
I looked at the kid, who was getting fucked by his mom. His left
arm
wasnt in use yet on his mothers tits, but it was in exactly the right
position to reach over between the old ladys legs.
"OK, kid, I want you to stick as many fingers inside grandmom there
as
you can."
The boy got wide-eyed, looked over at the old woman and reached
out.
Her legs automatically parted, revealing the perfect counterpart to
those
huge breasts: The Largest Pussy in the Northern Hemisphere.
Even Marie took a sudden deep breathe, and her jaw dropped as we
saw
the kids hand being dwarfed by the womans cavernous hole.
"We have to rethink this," I said to the boy. "Make a fist."
He followed my suggestion.
"Now, stick the whole damn thing inside her."
The kid may have been a motherfucker, but he was inexperienced with
the great variety of sexual activities.
"A fist?" he asked.
"Like this," I said, clenching my fingers. "Stick your entire fist
in
her hold, as far as it will go."
At the mention of "fist," the old lady started dripping gushers of
pussy juice onto the sheet. She was obviously recalling something from
her
past, something she had loved. She had lubricated enough in about five
seconds to provide a smooth entry for the kid. His arm went in past the
wrist.
"Oh, yes, oh God, yes," she said, pushing forward with her pelvis.
"Fuck me with your arm, baby," she said.
Now this got her husband really hot, and I had to remind him to
slow
down. He tried his best, but I knew I had only about a minute left if I
was going to get a quadruple cum shot out of this.
It was the newlyweds turn. "OK," I said to the 300-pound husband,
"fuck your wife in the ass, like last night. And while hes doing that,"
I
said to the transsexual, "you jerk off."
The big guy took that tiny three-incher of his and popped it right
into his mates butthole. No lubrication needed at all; they had
obviously
been in training for a long time.
He started pumping and his half-wife started jerking off. It had
taken
about four minutes from the moment I started directing, but I had all
six
people doing what I wanted.
"Now," I said, "just have a ball."
In the next few minutes we produced what I honestly believe to be
the
best single scene ever shot for a porno flick. A teen-age boy getting
fucked by his mom while he masturbated an old women who was being
jerked
off on by her horny husband. And on the side, a fat man having anal sex
with his half-male-half-female spouse, her tits flopping back and forth
as
she pulled off on her own cock.
All of my rules, so far, had been followed. All had done exactly
what
I directed them to do, and no one had even thought about the cameras.
Each
was too busy enjoying the sex to even notice them.
Now all I needed were four good cum shots: The kid, the old man,
the
fat husband and the penis-half of the transsexual. And from the sounds
everyone was making, that wouldnt be too far off.
Marie was having a wonderful time. She moved all around the room
careful to stay out of the pictures being taken by the other two
cameras
panning from one couple to another and zooming in for exquisite
details.
We photographed the mothers nipples go from large and flat to small,
wrinkled and pointy as her son brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
We zoomed in on the kids left arm covered with pussy juice and
traveling in and out of the old ladys massive cunt like a train
grinding
from forward to reverse inside a tunnel.
And we watched as the husband-and-wife team undulated back and forth
like a synchronized swim team, one continuous motion interrupted only
when
the big guys little dick would slip out and have to be re-inserted into
the waiting asshole of his "wife."
Marie was focusing on the transsexuals dick when the old womans
husband said, "Im gonna cum!"
She panned across the bed, over the womans gigantic tits and landed
square on the guys cock just as it began erupting. Wads of thick, white
cum squirted out of the hole at the tip of his reddened cocks head,
each
one landing somewhere on his wifes closest tit. The first blast came to
rest on her nipple and slowly dripped down it and onto the sheet. The
next
shots spread out evenly across the wide expanse of the breast, leaving
its
landscape pockmarked with tiny white puddles.
"Im coming now!" said the kid, who had watched the old ladys tits
absorb her husbands cum.
"Lift off your son NOW!" I shouted to his mother, and recalling my
threat she complied just in time to let his load shoot backward across
his
stomach and as far up his body as his own chin. The mom, who had been
close to cumming herself, reached down and began to rub her clit to
finish
the process. It took only a couple of seconds: She shuddered and
yelped,
than lowered herself on her kids stomach. The creamy ooze that had just
burst from his cock made little squishy noises as their two bodies met.
I
think Marie captured the sound on the tape
.
As if right on queue, the newlyweds shouted, "Cumming!" at the same
time. Marie panned over to the pair. "Whos shooting first?" I demanded.
"Here I go!" said the husband. "PULL OUT!" I said, and he did,
spreading out a fan-shape of jism across his lovers backside, two blobs
on one butt cheek, three on the other.
"And here I go," said the transsexual, responding to the little warm
darts he felt on his ass. Marie panned down just in time to see the
man-girl squeeze out a few thin drizzles of what looked more like skim
milk than good old American cum. But hey, he was two two two sexes in
one. Who was I to complain!
I then heard something that sounded like a low rumble, as if a
train
were approaching. The floor of the motel started to shake. What was
happening? This wasnt California it couldnt be an earthquake, could
it? Marie felt the same vibration and I noticed a panicky look in her
eyes. "What ?" is all she got out.
"My wife!" shouted the old man.
Marie and I had been so focused on the others, we had forgotten
about
the star of the show lying in the middle of the bed. The kid, although
he
already had cum, had continued faithfully shoveling his fist, wrist and
half of his arm in and out of her volcanic pussy. And the thing was
about
to blow.
The rumbling, it seemed, was coming from deep inside her chest
cavity
like a bellow from a killer whale warning the rest of the herd that
sharks were approaching. The low roar was working its way up her body,
heading for her mouth, and at the same time something frightening was
heading downward from her very center toward the abyss that was her
pussy.
The kid had a look of horror in his eyes. He tried to pull his arm
out
but the woman would have no part of it. She jammed her knees together,
locking the youths elbow between massive thighs. And then she came.
Now, I use the word "came" because thats the term everyone
recognizes
for orgasm, but "came" does not do justice to what actually occurred.
The
reverberation coming from deep inside her reached her lungs and her
pussy
at the same time.
Out of her mouth there emanated something that sounded like the
rolling echo of thunder. It started deep, as low as the human ear can
detect, and slowly increased in frequency and volume until it became a
deafening roar I was afraid would bring the drapes down.
Her legs flew open and she started bouncing her buttocks on the
mattress. The kid, still terrified, used the moment to pull out. He
flew
off the bed and started nursing his bruised arm.
Everyone else was transfixed. The womans husband looked the most
terrified. He apparently had never witnessed his wife cum before. His
dick
had gone completely limp and he was just standing there, staring at his
wifes undulating crotch. The kids mother didnt know what to do: tend
to her sons aching arm or watch the force of nature that was building
in
the center of the bed.
The newlyweds were in shock. At the first hint of what was happening
they stepped away and were now standing in a corner holding onto each
other. Marie, professional that she is, never stopped taping. Her
hand-held camera was aimed right at the womans dripping cunt, but I
could
tell that my consummate photographer-mate was scared. The clue? A
growing
puddle of yellow liquid on the motel carpet directly between her legs.
I just stood there speechless, waiting to see what was going to
happen
next.
Slowly, the shaking lessened. Between each strained breath, the old
lady was voicing something that sounded like Russian. I looked at her
husband.
"Its Polish," he said. "But she hasnt spoken Polish for 40 years.".
Clearly, what had just happened to her reminded her of something
from
her childhood back home. Something that hadnt been duplicated for
decades.
I can tell you now that when we were editing the tape later, I
enhanced the audio from that moment and had a friend translate the word
the woman had been saying. It was Polish for Daddy.
"OK," I said, trying to speak in my most professional directors
voice.
"Thats a wrap."
I told them to get dressed and return to their rooms, and said I
would return the previous evenings tapes to them within the hour.
Slowly, everyone realizing that they werent all going to die in
some supernatural explosion from Hell started moving again. The woman
just lay on the bed, motionless, wetness still dripping from between
her
legs.
In five minutes all but the old lady were dressed. Her husband had
collected her underwear and oversized house dress and was working on
getting her clothed. The job took 15 minutes, but he managed, although
the
dress went on backward. Somehow, he got her to her feet and led her
downstairs to their room.
Marie and I packed up our gear, loaded it into our car and then
returned to the room for what we usually do after a taping session. A
quick fuck.
We shut the door, stripped quickly and headed for the bed. But both
of
us stopped at the same time. Something about that bed its sheet and
mattress, too now seemed sacred. What we had seen take place there the
hour before was almost certainly unique to the world of sex play and
absolutely unique to the world of pornography.
We could not defile it with a common act of screwing.
"Lets pretend were teens again," I said. "Yes," Marie said.
I started to stroke myself slowly. Squeeze, pull, relax. Squeeze,
pull, relax.
Marie watched and then reached down to the perfect brown mound of
hair
covering my favorite place in the whole world, her beautiful pussy. She
pressed in with her middle finger and found the tiny hard spot that for
half of my life I had kissed and bitten gently, and caressed with my
tongue to make her cum.
She moaned softly as the juices started to flow, and I did the
same,
our two songs joining to form a duet of brother-sister no, of
husband-wife love.
My breathing became deeper as I watched the faint smile on her face
form into a larger grin. Her nipples, hard and pointed, seemed to
beckon.
I took the three steps I needed to be next to her, and, leaning down
slightly, took one beautiful brown point into my mouth and began to
suck.
"Johnny, I love you so," she said.
Mfnnnnmmmgh," I said. And we both came.
THE END
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