"We've hashed that over, time and again." said Cindy, not rising to the bait, knowing what Jenna was doing. "Jenna, neither Molly nor my parents are ever going to embrace what you and I are nor what we have together, much less show enthusiastic support. So there's no point in fighting it."
"Don't know why we have to accept her attitude about us." Jenna mumbled.
"Because I love my sister and want her to be part of my life, just as I love you and want you as part of my life." Cindy said.
"This is the 21st century, Cindy." Jenna said.
"Yes it is." said Cindy. "Which is why we can live together and date openly. Come on, now, let's go back in the living room. You can have an extra brandy while we're talking..."
Jenna would have more than one extra brandy... and so would Molly...
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I nuzzled my wife's neck, tasting her, letting my lips and tongue run up her jaw line to her ear, giving her sucking kisses as I felt her hand grip my throbbing hard cock and guide me into her sopping wet cunthole. I continued to nuzzle her neck hard until she turned her face, wanting a kiss as I entered her. Our mouths met in a deep, hard, sucking kiss, our tongues twining hard as I began pistoning my ass up and down, driving my iron-hard cock meat in and out of her deep, sopping wet cunt.
I was on top of Laura and we were making love in the missionary position. We'd just returned from a reception at the University, held by and for the Medical School's professors and staff. Among the people there were cardiologist Dr. Richard Searles, who we had consulted with during the case of the Murdered Football Player... and his wife Dr. Gloria Searles.
I had a crush on Gloria, some serious hots for her. She was short, lithe, in shape, and her black hair was worn short. Her face was almost radiantly beautiful, and her small mouth and lips were just perfect for kissing or oral sex. Her breasts were large and very noticeable on her small frame, and her legs were as shapely as any woman's that I'd ever met, including my lovely wife's!
"Oh yes, Gloria was looking really hot tonight, wasn't she?" Laura said, almost taunting me, urging me on to fuck her harder as I plowed my meat in and out of my wife's fur-lined furrow. "You looked like you wanted to fuck her right there in front of all those people..."
"Uhhh..." I moaned as pleasure rocked through my loins at my wife's nasty words about the beautiful doctor. "Yeah, I wanted to fuck her right then and there... and I think her husband would've done the same thing to you, babe."
"Oh yes, he's a very distinguished man and I'd spread my legs for him." Laura said, making her words as nasty and visual as possible in order to drive me nuts... and nuts-deep into her. "I think he'd swing with us, but she's either religious or just prim and proper..."
"Yeah, she's ice-cold, worse than Teresa was in the past." I said as I steadily pumped my cock in and out of Laura with hard, short, stabbing thrusts. "She doesn't like you at all, and that extends to me by default."
"You're right," Laura said, her voice more of a series of moans than anything else as her hands squeezed my asscheeks or hips. "But part of that is because she's jealous of the way her husband looks at me... did that make you jealous, Don? Seeing how he and other men were looking at me? Like they wanted to fuck me?"
"Oh yeah," I said, giving Laura the compliments for which she was fishing, "but it also makes me happy, knowing that I'm married to the most beautiful woman in the room, the woman everyone else wants to sleep with, but that I *do* get to fuck just like I'm doing now..." With that I began fucking Laura harder, and kissed and sucked her neck and jaw. "God, you're magnificent, baby!" I gasped into her ear.
"Mmmm..." Laura moaned back, "Keep fucking me, just like that... ohhhh... ohhh, that's so good... oh, you're going so deep, baby... oh yeah..." Her hands wrapped around my shoulders as our mouths met in a deep kiss that matched our deep fucking in its intensity.
After breaking the kiss and resuming our hard steady pace of fucking, Laura looked up into my eyes. "Are you going to try to fuck her?" she asked.
"Who, Gloria?" I asked, seeing Laura's eyes sparkle as she nodded. "Oh yes, I'm going to try. I'm going to get nuts-deep into Gloria's cunt and drop my load into her... oh, uhhh..."
"If you get into her, you will really be the miracle man around here. Think you can do it?" Laura asked, her voice a challenge. I stopped fucking my wife, sinking balls-deep into her and pressing in.
"Think I can't?" I asked, looking into my wife's eyes.
"Mmm, why don't you try..." she said, letting her hands slide up the sides of my body, "... and let's find out if you can melt her ice cube. Now get your ass moving, stud, and fuck me like you want to fuck her!" I grinned and as I began pumping in and out of her again, and my mouth attacked her huge, milk-filled breasts before kissing my way back up to her neck and ear again.
The thoughts of fucking Gloria Searles had me climbing my wife all the way, the intensely ecstatic pain of my building orgasm overwhelming me. With only a few more savage thrusts and the thought of Gloria's legs wrapped around me, I cried out as my climax took me.
"OH MY GOD! UHHH!" I yelled out as the first spurts of my cock-cream blasted out, coating the back walls of Laura's clutching vagina. With savage thrusts I emptied my balls into my wife, feeling the pleasure but also the love and the gratitude that I was mating with this most wonderful of women...
Even as we decoupled, my cock was half hard. "Wow, that woman really has you hot tonight." Laura said, then took my cock into her mouth, cleaning off our mixed juices.
"I think it's that gray viagra you gave me." I said. "I'm horny as hell and ready to go again, just as soon as I catch my breath..."
"Mmmm, good." Laura said. "I've only come once; I want you to make me come three more times. I'll get some lubricant..." As my wife got up to get the slick gel in its tube, I contemplated why she was giving me those viagras... I certainly did not need help getting an erection, especially for Laura, but she had me take one at least once a week...
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Lt. Bill Hanson walked into the University Campus Police Headquarters in the early morning hours of December 27th. His Sergeant, two full time Campus Police officers and two cadet officers were waiting.
"Sir, we've gotten three calls tonight of lights on in one of the dorms on the south side of the main quad." said the Sergeant. "We had Officer Coates drive by there in plain clothes, and there is some activity there. One of those three calls said that people were carrying cameras into the dorm. We secured a warrant from the night judge at the County Courthouse to make an investigational raid of this dorm."
"Good work, guys." said Hanson. "We'd gotten word from the FBI that some of these porn production people had been spotted at City Airport, but we didn't know for sure which School they might go to. Looks like they came to us. Okay, everybody got vests on? Good. Let's go in without light and sirens, but let's move very fast."
The officers scrambled to their police cruisers and tore out. It was not a long drive, and the cars pulled up to the dorm in question within minutes. But just as the officers were pulling up, a number of people poured out of the dorm and fled into the night. Police gave chase, but the perps ran in several different directions.
An examination of the dorm found some lights on, some underwear on the floor of one of the lighted rooms, used condoms full of semen and other evidence that sexual activities had taken place. The evidence was collected, but it was obvious the perps had been informed of the police raid and and defeated the efforts to capture them.
"All right, stand down." Lt. Hanson said when informed of the raid. "Put out an APB, just to let them know we're thinking about them. Let the TCPD know, also: send them a routine copy of our police report of this incident. Increase patrols in marked vehicles; I want them to see a strong police presence. I don't want to see them back on my Campus..."
Part 3 - The Crime Scene
The handsome stud pumped his huge cock in and out of the drop-dead-gorgeous platinum blonde woman beneath him, feeling his nut rise. Her beautiful legs were high in the air, and she made sure to stretch her feet out and bend her toes to show them off in the best way for the camera as they bounced just above the stud's pistoning, rock hard asscheeks.
He did not resist the impending powerful climax that was building in his loins; instead, he let go and felt the painful ecstasy of his release. With one more shove, he buried his meat to the balls inside the woman and began shooting his load. Despite the intense pleasure, he remembered to pull back enough that some of his thick semen would coat the walls of her cunt just inside her swollen, stretched labes.
"Oh that's good, great creampie!" the man with the camera muttered as he zoomed in on the lovers' coupled loins. As the stud eased his cock out of the woman, the camera caught the globs of semen dripping out.
"Okay, cut!" yelled the man with the camera. "Lisa, get some of that goop in her cunt so I can shoot it coming out. Hold still, Callie. Come on, Connie, bring the goop! Get your Chink ass moving, bitch!" The assistant Lisa, a girl with a 'Goth' haircut and blue streaks in her hair, spooned some of the sugary mixture from the bowl the Asian woman Connie was holding onto the blonde's labes, getting some inside. It would look just like a man's semen as it oozed out.
After a moment of shooting the creampie, the director said "Okay, great job, Callie! Now let's get some of the goop smeared on The Stallion's cock, and you can clean it up."
Callie took Bobby 'The Stallion' Steed's huge cock into her mouth. He was still half hard, and the assistant Lisa dripped some of the fake cum onto his shaft to make it look wet and messy. The director filmed as Callie cleaned it all up, moaning around the stud's huge white cockshaft as she greedily sucked him.
"Okay, that's a wrap for this scene!" yelled the director, Steve West. He was the owner and producer of 'Steve West Films', some of the hottest pornography currently being produced. It was just becoming afternoon on Saturday, December 27th, and they were filming in an empty warehouse where Tenderloin District and Warehouse District overlapped.
"Good work, guys! Nice job, Lisa." said West. "God damn it, Connie, you're spilling that goop, you fucking Chink. Can't you do a god-damned thing right, you idiot bitch? Okay, Jay, change out the video tape in the cameras, I don't want to run out right in the middle of the next scene. Do that now, Jay, you don't have to work with the 'help' around here. Let that worthless whore clean that shit up."
"Got it, Boss." Jay said, stopping from helping Connie clean up the floor and moving back to the cameras to fulfill West's instructions.
After a pause West said "Okay, everyone, I'm going to prep for the next shoot. Lunch is ready in the front room, so go eat now. We've got a lot of work to do to get finished so we can fly out of here tomorrow morning, so be ready to shake your asses this afternoon!"
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The pretty, slender young woman, her dirty blonde hair tied into a ponytail behind her head, was sitting on the edge of the table, her shapely legs bent double as her feet, in black high heel pumps with a strap over the top, were on the table beside her exposed loins. The man in his 30s or 40s, muscular and fit, with a head full of brown hair and a big brown mustache, was standing between the woman's spread legs. His pants were opened and he was pumping his enormous nine inch cock in and out of the her tight, wet pussy.
The looks on their faces were of a couple experiencing deep pleasure as they copulated, each using their experience as well as their sexual organs to give the other as much pleasure as possible. But they also rutted urgently, knowing that the scene in the other room was near completion. In addition, the stud was very close, the woman's last orgasm bringing him to the brink.
"I'm gonna come, Betsy!" he gasped. "I'm... UHHH!!!" Jolt after jolt of thick baby batter fired out of his cock and splattered against the back wall of her clenching cunt. She expertly used her vaginal muscles to milk his pulsing cock dry, getting as much of his semen as she could from his well-drained balls.
"Mmm, Rod, that was really good." Betsy said, smiling up at her lover. "I came twice."
"It was good for me, too." Rod said, bending down and kissing Betsy's inviting mouth. "Oops, we gotta go, they're breaking for lunch."
The couple got off the table, fixed themselves up and went to join the others as they were coming into the front room for lunch.
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The actors and assistants and extra personnel all headed to the front room and to the table where a catered lunch of soup, salad and pasta waited. The 'back room' had the sets for the sex acts being recorded, with other empty rooms off to the side which were not being used. The building was owned by a man named Thomas P. Cook, who had a seat on the local government Council.
Everyone went through the line and then sat down at one of the two long tables set up for eating. Besides Callie, Brooke, Lisa, Connie and Bobby Steed, there was Betsy the manager, two other male porn stars, and Rod and two other security men.
Callie Carrington, the beautiful blonde porn starlet that was gaining national fame in the industry, was the star of this production. It was called 'University Sexcapades, Vol. VI'. Callie had been a bit 'voluptuous' when she started her career exclusively as a lesbian, but thanks to regular workouts she now had one of the hottest bodies in the industry. She also had a very sweet, beautiful smile and the sweetest personality, and was adored by fans and co-workers alike.
Bobby 'The Stallion' Steed had a huge, thick ten inch cock, and his body seemed chiseled out of rock like a statue of a Grecian god. He had dirty blonde hair and looked like a California surfer boy. He was very popular and in extreme demand in the industry. Viagra helped him stay erect for long periods of time, but he also showed up to work drunk or on drugs half the time, and could be very rough during the sex scenes. He enjoyed brutally fucking the women and sometimes needed to fuck them very hard in order to get off himself, which made him useful to some of the categories of videos in the 'Steve West Films' empire.
Brooke 'Cassandra' Monarch had long, long black hair, milky white skin, a tall thin body and shapely legs. Just a 'look' from her eyes at a man could make him hard, and her voice naturally just dripped with seductiveness. She would be doing the scene after lunch with two well hung young studs.
Lisa Lorena wasn't exceptionally pretty, but wasn't ugly either. She had dark hair with blue streaks, a compact body with large breasts and a shapely ass. She had starred in many punk, Goth and B&D films for Steve West, but on this trip she was the make-up woman and production assistant. Also working in an assistant capacity was Connie Chang, a beautiful Asian woman with luscious, full lips; long, lustrous black hair; and a dynamite pair of legs. She had a mouth that could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, so it was said.
Betsy was Steve West's personal assistant and manager, and handled all the paperwork and stuff. She had been a porn starlet in the past, but preferred the steadier income and less grueling work of being an assistant. Rod was one of the 'security' people.
Steve West Films was in Town over the Holiday season, filming sex scenes for several movies. The company was known for romantic 'women friendly' films, and for films shot on location at various colleges and other 'road trip' movies. West also produced films that were borderline snuff, hard B&D, and simulated gang rape.
Colleges didn't want him on their campuses, and his crew had snuck into a dorm at the local University the night before and gotten in two full scenes before the Campus Police, led by Lt. Bill Hanson, got calls and arrived on the scene. He found people scattering in every direction and made no arrests. He made a perfunctory report to the Town & County Police, then had his Campus Police Department double patrols around the dorms. The tight blue cordon meant that Lt. Hanson would have no more problems... and Steve West would not be doing any more campus filming.
"Wow, this food is a lot better than what we normally get." Callie said, smiling her beautiful smile.
"Yeah, towns like this often have a deli that's cheap but has better food than the Publix stores in big cities. This town has some really great places to eat." Betsy said as she came up to the line. For the next several minutes, everyone busied themselves getting food.
Just as Connie passed through the line, the last to get lunch, Lisa looked around and asked "Where is Steve?"
"He's setting up for the next scene." said Brooke. "He and Jay will probably grab something while we're in makeup." Jay was Steve West's major cameraman, they worked hand-in-glove to get the best shots which led to the high quality of the films that were produced.
"He never eats enough." said Lisa. "I'll take the guys a couple of plates now." With Connie's help, she quickly piled food onto two plates, then Lisa took the plates and headed back into the back room where they had been filming.
"When are we getting out of here?" asked Bobby Steed. "We almost got our asses arrested last night. I've heard the police here are a bit too good." He had been high the night before during the shoots; an arrest would've been bad for him.
"We wrap up tonight and drive back to the City in the morning to catch our planes." said Brooke. "I'm in no hurry, though. The college studs here are hot as hell!"
"That's true." said Callie. "But we--"
"AAUUUUGGHHHH!!! HELLLPPP!!!!"
The scream was from the back room. Everyone got up and ran into the room. They found Lisa screaming, almost hysterically. Two plates of food were on the floor next to her, having been dropped. Everyone looked at the bed, and more screams and gasps rang out.
Lying on the bed that was to be used for the next scene was Steve West. He was staring sightlessly up at the ceiling; he was dead.
He'd been stabbed multiple times. His pants were opened, his belt lying on the floor. His throat was slit, and a thin stiletto knife was sticking out of his groin, standing straight up... he'd been stabbed the final time right where the base of his cock met his balls.
It took everyone a moment to take in what they were witnessing, but they soon jumped into action. "Jesus Christ! I'm getting the fuck out of here!" gasped Callie. Everyone else agreed with her sentiment and began running for the door.
"POLICE! FREEZE!"
The voice shocked them into silent immobility as they got into the front room again. Eight police officers in helmets and armor vests, followed by four more in ultra-heavy SWAT gear, had their pistols and military-grade rifles pointing at the cast and crew. From behind the small army came Detective Timothy Geiger of the Town & County Police Department, and following him, the trenchcoat stretched around his large girth, was Vice Detective Leonard 'Sergeant' Sharples.
"This is a raid!" Sharples announced. "You're all under arrest for prostitution and making pornographic films!"
"Detective Sharples!" shouted a policeman who had gone into the back room. "We've got a body in here!"
"Is that so?" Sharples said, a sneering smile forming on his face...
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