A word about Pornography:
Porno stories are like fight stories (the author of the Conan books, Robert E Howard, had an excellent volume of fight stories. The thing is that these types of stories are especially derivative. There are, quite simply put, only so many ways to describe fighting or fucking.
And with porno, it is even more difficult - it is not read for fiction in the general sense, but to accomplish a certain specific goal, that being the achievement of an orgasm. So as readers we look for the small gems that we find, and as writers we try to explore the subtle differences. Usually, with the written word or with videos, I comb through a large amount of work, much of it quite good, to find that certain specific story or video that satiates my appetite.
So yes, the story will begin soon, and those of you who know me know that I write in this vein. I am well aware that these stories are repetitive, but I think some are better than others - and I hope this one captivates you, at least for a brief period of time! Good reading, dear folks, and my most sincere wishes for good, quality orgasms!
CHAPTER FIVE - CATHY GOES A COUNSELING
Cathy Modeno was halfway through the day when John Simmons and has son Brian came into the comfortable little room. She was spending the day counseling, acting as the good preachers wife, and had looked forward to a day without event or excitement.
Both John and Brian were tall, the father a bit more muscular and with a goatee, the son lean and clean-shaven with close shorn hair. Both were several inches over six feet tall, and were dressed in rather rough work clothes. Unknown to her, the two men had seen her come to the shelter, and had quickly devised a story for themselves.
Cathy was dressed in a one piece, soft knit dress that buttoned up the front; it hugged her breasts tightly, showing off a good amount of cleavage, and the straps of the dress were thin enough so that the straps of her pink bra were visible.
It hugged her lush hips and ass as well; she had to wear a thong to keep panty lines from showing, and it was this that had caught father and sons eye as she bent into the back seat of her car to get her notebook and some other supplies.
She had gone with bare legs today, the dress was modest in that respect, coming to just over her knees when she sat down.
As well, she wore a stylish indoor jacket with the dress which buttoned all the way up to her slim neck and ending just above where her belly button would be. It hid the nature of the dress she wore, and she smiled to herself at how the two men would look at her could they see it.
Cathy blushed slightly as she showed the men to the couch - why had she thought that? She thought to herself, but did notice that the look in the men's eyes was - she blushed harder. The looks were assessing, from the father and son both. Even with the jacket on her figure could not really be disguised.
When the father, John, patted the couch between himself and his son Cathy reacted without thought, sitting down between the two tall, handsome men, and knowing as she did it that she shouldn't. Her stomach writhed softly.
"Well, what can I help you with today, guys?" Cathy said. She laid her pad down on the table in front of her, then straightened up, at a loss with what to do with her hands. She finally settled for resting them on the couch on either side of her. Her skirt had crept up several inches, and was showing off her lower thigh nicely. She told herself that it did not matter, that these men were here for help.
"Well, my son had some questions about his girlfriend, Mrs. Modeno," John said, smiling at her, and then said, "Are you hot? It looks like you're a bit flushed."
"Umm, no, no, I'm alright - well, it is a bit hot in here," she said softly, trailing off as he casually reached up and unfastened the top button of her dress jacket, just under the silky soft skin of her throat. His fingers dropped to the second button. "I . . . I really don't think you need to do that," Cathy smiled tremulously as the man's thick fingers toyed with the second button. She swallowed, but for some reason could not bring herself to push the man's hand away.
"Well, what was concerning you, Brian?" she asked, ignoring the fact that John was now slipping the second button open. Her jacket was starting to gape open - only five buttons held it - and the smooth skin of her upper chest was becoming visible.
"I was just wondering what - umm, you know, what appropriate touching between me and my girlfriend would be; we've been going out for a while now, and we're starting to kiss a little more deeply, and she likes me to feel her legs."
"Umm, what do you mean by that, Brian?" Cathy asked, totally ignoring the fact that John had now unfastened the third button, and that the top of the dress and her exposed cleavage were now on display. She had rolled her hands into fists, and was pressing them into the couch cushions in anger - couldn't John get the idea she did not want him to go any further? "I really don't think that's necessary," she told John again, and the two men shared a smile when she did not actually try to push his hands away from her jacket.
She was opening her mouth to tell him to stop again when John said, slipping open the fourth button, "Why don't you show her what you mean, son?"
"I . . . I don't think that's a good idea, Brian," she said - she tried feebly to push John's hands away again, but then he had succeeded in loosening her jacket completely. It fell open, revealing the tight thin dress clinging softly to her slightly rounded tummy and her large, heaving breasts. The edge of the bra was easily visible, as were her stiff, strawberry sized nipples.
"It really would help," Brian said; ignoring her tits, he looked her in the eye and slowly reached out, slipped his hand onto her leg just above the knee. "She likes it when I rub and squeeze her legs, Mrs. Modeno," he said softly, rubbing his hand down to the inside of her lower thigh; he slid his big, hot hand from her knee to about midthigh at the edge of her skirt.
"Umm, well, I guess that would be OK, Brian," she said, all to aware of the fact that her cantaloupe sized breasts straining against the thin dress were now attracting attention from both father and son.
"And how far up her legs can I slide my hands, Mrs. Modeno?" he asked, pushing his hand off of her knee again, up onto her lower shapely thigh. His thumb brushed the edge of her skirt this time, pushing it slightly higher.
"I . . . I think that's far enough, Brian" she said, trying to make her voice stronger, trying to keep the trembling out of it. He smiled at her, and squeezed the soft flesh of her lower thigh gently. "My girlfriend likes it when I squeeze her leg, do you like it, Mrs. Modeno?" he asked. Cathy shifted slightly, her fists still pressed into the couch, and her legs seemed to slip apart accidentally. Brian slipped his hand a but further up her thigh, and squeezed with a bit more force.
"I - I really do think that that is far enough, Brian" she said, biting her lower lip. John had started rubbing the inside of her arm, and he slipped his hand up a bit higher so that he was rubbing her upper arm. One time the backs of his knuckles brushed against the side of her heavy breast; Cathy squirmed, and the next time his knuckles pushed even harder into her swelling, sensitive mound.
"But it's ok if I squeeze your leg for a minute, isn't it, Mrs. Modeno?" Brian said, softly kneading the woman's thigh now as she squirmed around, trying to avoid John's knuckles. She was all to aware of the sight of her massive breasts moving as she twisted and turned. She would get through this, she said to herself - this time it will be different!
She finally reached out to Brian's hand, and managed to push it off of her shapely, silky thigh - her skirt had ridden up a bit, showing off even more of her lithe, muscular thighs but she did not think to push it back down.
"She also likes me to do this other thing, Mrs.. Modeno - can I show you?" he asked. "I just don't know if its right!"
"Umm, well, what is it, Brian?" Cathy asked, trying to catch her breath, wishing her nipples would lose their hardness.
"She likes me to push against her tits with my palm," Brian said, and then reached up casually. Cathy watched his arm coming up, her pretty mouth sagging open slightly, her fists still pressed into the couch cushions. She watched in a daze as he pressed his palm against the tip of her left breast. The heat from his big, hard hand immediately soaked into her heaving globe and her nipples stiffened even further.
"Ohn, god, Brian, I . . . I don't think, ohhhnnnn, I don't think you should do that!" she gasped as he began rubbing his hand in a circular motion, dragging her nipples around with his palm. She finally reached up and tried feebly to push him away as he switched breasts again, and then he was saying, "She liked it when I did this too, Mrs. Modeno," and then he was spreading his fingers, thrumming them across her stubby, thick nipples.
"Uhhggnn," Cathy sighed softly as the young man tweaked her sensitive buds harder. Her mouth sagged open as she stared down at his hand; his fingers were brushing the exposed portions of her silky hot titflesh regularly now.
"You look a little tense, Mrs. Modeno, maybe you could use a nice friendly kiss," John said, staring at the gorgeous woman. She was staring down at Brian's hands, and he bent down, leaned into her and gradually sealed his lips with hers.
Cathy could not help herself for some reason - she felt John's hand now slip onto her thigh, and her eyes slipped shut of their own accord as he nibbled at her full, pouting lower lip and then started slipping his thick, minty tasting tongue in and out of her softly panting mouth.
His tongue licked her even teeth, the roof of her mouth, and toyed with her own tongue. Cathy could not stop the sick urge to start moving her own tongue, pushing it into his mouth and then sucking on his, and she moaned louder when Brian finally began cupping her heaving breasts, and squeezing them roughly.
