Part 1 - (1935-1937)

Charles Penrose Sr bought the building in 1925 to use as a anonymous back-street speakeasy, thanks to a healthy inheritance from an uncle he'd never even met. He set himself apart from the competition when he hired his new wife Ava to serve the customers and give a little nudie dance on the bar towards the end of the night. Of course after drinking 100 proof hooch the patrons never let it end at a dance. Charles would look on with a wry grin as the boys would grab ass for all it was worth. When a finger would sneak up the crack she'd playfully turn around to face them and give a shriek of mock disgust when they instead went for pussy. One or two fingers to start, but one or two fingers on three or four hands before long. Then the routine was to pull her down off the bar and lay her across a table. She'd take a fucking from them all - a man in each hole, in rotation. Hell, even the 73-year-old negro piano player, Old Dog Hickens, joined in, if he could get it up. If she didn't have cock in her mouth, one of the guys' girlfriends would surely give her a facefull of snatch to chow down on, or a kiss to swap some cum and spit. When every guy had shot his load across her, Charles would thank the crowd for their custom, have them finish their drinks and usher them out. Ava would often still be lain across the table when he'd finished cleaning up, her face dazed with happiness.

In 1933, prohibition ended, and Charles didn't even bother getting a liquor license. He bought the apartment upstairs and expanded his operation into a full fledged cathouse. Ava tried to take care of all the horny fuckers who came through the door, but finally relented and allowed Charles to hire some of the local girls to pick up the slack. He'd open at noon with Ava and at four o'clock the high-schoolers and middle-schoolers would come in one by one. It became the most popular whorehouse in the city. Every judge, clergyman, cop and con-artist had a regular at "Charlie's", as it was then known. After all, where else could you get a blonde 15 year old beauty to drink a pint of piss or take a fist up the ass? And love it? Charles' girls were enthusiastic as all hell, because he insisted on it. Some of them were recommended by the teenage neighbourhood boys and some found their own way there. His best piss-drinker, Betty Mae, was spotted by the soda jerk two streets over, offering her services for free outside the bathroom. Another young filly took the bus 90 minutes each way from the county for a few cocks every night. A local preacher even donated the afternoons of his precocious and insatiable thirteen year old daughter, Julia Jean, probably hoping against hope that she'd get her fill and be ready to marry before too long.

Needless to say, things were going well.

One morning, as he was walking past the local picturehouse, a lightbulb went off in Charles' head. Movies! He'd seen some of the stag flicks floating around, of course, but that was tame stuff compared to what was going on in his establishment. He bet some folks would pay alot of money for a 8mm loop of his action. He made a detour down Primrose Ave and visited the electrical store. Then he hurried back to the flophouse to explain to his wife.

"Darlin'?" he called as he walked through the bar, leaving the package on the counter and heading up the stairs. He paused for a moment when he saw his wife ahead of him, on the landing, dramatically lit by a window of low, eastern sun. It was 1935, eleven years since he'd married the eighteen-year-old Ava. As far as he was concerned, she looked better than ever. Tight hips, long legs and full breasts in a newfangled French brassiere. Her black hair was up in a stylish bun. She kept it that way until it fell from a brutal plowing or some drunk asshole pulled too hard while face-fucking her. Her eyes were devastatingly dark too, but he recognised the playful spark there that had first drawn him to her.

And her lips. Her lips were a blistering red. That was her trademark. Charles lamented silently that that red would never be recorded on his black and white celluloid.

He marched up to her as she opened her mouth to say something and kissed her deeply. His hands went for her ass and kneaded them with passion. He dropped one below the hem of her short dress and mauled at her hairy slit from behind. She felt his cock stiffen against her belly.

"Hee hee," a voice giggled from the bedroom doorway. With a start, Charles looked and saw a teenaged girl. She was wearing only a vest, panties and socks. She was amused by his passion, but not embarrassed - her eyes never left the show. That same devilish look he'd seen just a few seconds before was in her eyes, too. My, he did have a type.

"This is Grace, darling," Ava explained. "We're hoping she might like to come work with us here."

"Is that right? What age are you honey?"

"I'm fifteen, sir!" Grace exclaimed with a smile.

"Her mother suggested it, in fact. I've been asking around for the best little cuntsuckers I can find, and Julia, the massive lesbian that she is, has been training Grace for years. Expansion, darling. We already have the very best cocksuckers in the city, but we need to attract the dykes next."

Charles suspected a more selfish motivation but, like any well trained husband, he bit his tongue. He gave the girl a look up and down. Without prompting, Grace pulled her vest over her head and twirled for him.

"Don't worry, sir, I can fuck real good too," she grinned.

She was tall for her age - a wiry tomboy - and her tits weren't as big as many of the girls' but he could not deny that she was very beautiful, with her auburn hair and delicate facial features. He took a step closer and she pushed out her chest so he could run his hands over her. She exhaled with excitement and when he crouched to grab the sides of her panties she pushed her head to his and kissed him deeply and messily. The panties dropped to her ankles and he pawed at her like he had his wife.

Ava was pawing at herself by now, but took her hand away for a moment.

"Shall we?" she suggested, and pointed to the fuck-room on her left.

"Just gimme a minute," Charles panted. He ran downstairs to pick up his package.

The first reel was spent on a lesbian scene. Grace was quite the little pro at eating pussy. And she'd learned from a real dyke, that was clear. She alternated between gently nuzzling Ava's clit and full on tongue-fucking. She smeared her face with juices and barely came up to breathe. Ava is a champion cummer. She can spray a torrent five or six times in succession.

"Unnnghhhhhhhh," she cried, for the third time, on her back with her ass and legs draped over the edge of the bed.

Grace dropped her head and caught a mouthful of juice, swallowed and went right back to it, driving her tongue up Ava's tube. Her nose, mouth and chin were buried in hair and flesh and only her eyes came over the top of Ava's dark, untamed bush to lock eyes.

Twice more, Grace dropped her head to catch a squirt. She caught the first, and drank it, too, with relish. The second mostly caught her little tits, and she took the time to rub it in before going back to work.

The camera wound down with Ava, and the tap-tap-tap-tap-tap of the full reel spinning matched her exhausted post-cum breaths. Grace had laid off the heavy punishment and was cleaning up Charles' wife's private parts with her tongue.

Charles placed the camera down and walked behind Grace, put his hand on the crown of her head and pulled out his cock. She turned her attention to it, smiled and took it into her mouth without hesitation. She definitely knew her way around that, too.

Charles placed Grace with her knees and head on the floor while Ava operated the camera. He spent a few moments on her little asshole. The crack was smooth and hairless there and she giggled as his tongue played with the rosebud. Then he flipped her over to pay attention to her cunt. And a sweet little cunt it was too. The hair was fine and blonde, ticklish and non-abrasive to eat through. Her labia was pronounced and Charles had fun playing with it and suckling it and then moving upwards to use his tongue across her clit. She came after not too long, loudly screaming obscenities into the mute camera lens while Ava's sparkling eyes looked on in admiration.

A few minutes of hard pussy-fucking produced another cum. Charles pulled out and bent the panting girl over the edge of the bed with her asshole in prime position for a fuck. He knew the film was running out so he didn't have quite enough time to stretch her out. He just rubbed some of her juices on himself and fingered some into her and went for it. She squealed as she took it in and the tightness was too much for Charles as he instantly came in her sphincter.