Chapter 189: Lisa Doucet, 22, Contact Info...

Lisa Doucet had been crowned on a Saturday afternoon. The next morning Kate told her who she would be fucking. Then she sent her to Denise Aubert so Danny Boy could do her on Monday.

And Kate told her that her ‘premiere’ blowjob had been sold for $500 — it would be filmed and performed on the stage at Miss Kitty’s. The buyer was a gentleman from New Orleans.

On Tuesday, she met Rémy at the City Dock, and spent the night with him. When she got home on Wednesday morning, her boys were at school and Ray-Ray was waiting for his turn.

Lisa wasn’t in a daze — she was fully aware of what was happening. But she’d just fucked three guys in three days — and two of them were teenage boys.

She had been startled at how aggressive in bed the chief of police had been. It wasn’t rape — not even close — but it was clear that Lisa Doucet didn’t have any say in the matter. Rémy knew exactly what he wanted — and he took it.

She was pleasantly surprised at how good Ray-Ray was in bed. He focused on her, on pleasing her, and was the best pussy-eater Lisa had ever had.

But overshadowing everything else — everyone else — was Danny Aubert and his mother, Denise. When Lisa arrived at their house, Ray-Ray introduced Denise who welcomed Lisa warmly.

But in the first minute, Denise smiled and said, “Undress, honey, I want to see what we have here.”

“Uh, okay.”

Denise checked the merchandise out carefully — hefting boobs, caressing pussy. “Nice — we’re gonna have so much fun with you.”

“Oh. Um, thank you.”

When Danny Boy got home from school, Denise patted Lisa’s butt, “Look what we have here, baby.”

“Sweet.”

“Take your shower, hon, we’ll be in my bed.”

Ray-Ray had two cameras on tripods. He would carry the third one himself — capturing the action from various angles.

When Danny, still damp, walked in, Lisa gasped out loud. He was erect — and the rumors were true. It was fatter than a beer can. Denise smiled at him, her look full of love. She licked the head of his cock, and turned to Ray-Ray, “He’s about to pop.”

Denise looked from Danny Boy to Lisa thoughtfully, “I want his first cum in your pussy.”

“Uh. Oh.”

From then on, the two of them took total control over Lisa. Denise ate her for a couple of minutes, then guided her son in. To his credit, Danny Boy went slowly, understanding what she was experiencing for her first time.

Lisa was unaware of everything but his cock and her stuffed pussy. Denise was sucking her nipples, Ray-Ray was filming, but all of that wasn’t even background to Lisa. When Danny Boy flexed his cock, she said, “Oh!”

He flexed again and Denise smiled at her, “Answer him, honey.”

““Oh, sorry, acourse.” She squeezed her pussy muscles as best she could. But it wasn’t like with Mike — she was so full.

Danny Boy smiled, “She’s trying, Mama.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of chances to work on this little girl.”

Then, when he was fully embedded, she was vaguely aware that Denise’s experienced fingers had found her clit.

Denise and Danny Boy made her the center of their universe for over two hours. They never left her alone for a second. When he was recovering, Denise was devouring her.

They were experts in pleasure. They studied her body, her reactions, her hot points, like scientists in a lab. They had her convulsing, out of control.

Lisa had never experienced — nor even come close to experiencing — the rippling climaxes that they gave her. She alternated between laughing giddily, to begging them to stop, to crying for more.

Even when Denise and Lisa were snowballing cum, Lisa felt a fingertip working her clit. She didn’t know — and didn’t care if it was Denise or Danny Boy. Or maybe even Ray-Ray — it simply didn’t matter.

When Denise finally called a halt to the proceedings, she pulled a sheet over Lisa and let her drift off to sleep.

An hour later, Denise woke her, “I don’t want you sleeping too long, dear,” and led her into the shower. Later, sipping chicory, Denise smiled at Lisa, “Give Danny Boy your contact info. He’ll text you when he wants some more pussy.”

“Oh, sure. Thank you.”