Chapter 12: How Jen Spent Amy’s Birthday - The “Real” Version

Like their daughter, Amy’s family is into some kinky practices. If you’re not sure you’re ready to hear about them, you might want to go to the “alternative” version of this chapter, entitled, simply, “How Jen Spent Amy’s Birthday.”

ON THE OTHER HAND, if you want to learn the full story of how “Jen spent Amy’s birthday,” then, by all means, keep reading! The choice, again, is yours. cva

The next evening, Jen – carefully – brought up the recording of the previous day’s activities at Amy’s house. With a smile that was almost like a smirk, she said, “So Dave, are you ready to watch your personal porn star in action?” But she said it in kind of a teasing way, so that she and I could joke my way out of it if I really didn’t want to see ... see it.

Of course, I’d had time to think about it since Jen told me about the video after we got home yesterday. To tell you the truth, I did have my doubts. I wasn’t totally sure how I’d feel seeing her with ... other people.

On the other hand, while Jen had been making her “porn” video, I had been busy having sex – alright, raping – her best friend, Amy. So, I guess, sauce for the goose...

“You bet I would – but only if my personal porn star was there with me to give color commentary, and maybe explain some things to me if they’re too advanced.”

She jumped up and hugged me and told me, “You go set up the computer and I’ll get the memory card.”

And so we sat, shoulder-to-shoulder, as we so often do, and watched as the picture on the TV flickered into life. The “camera” was situated near a corner, and it must have had some kind of high-quality wide-angle lens, since it took in a wide view of most of the room, without any significant distortion.

You could hear some voices, but mostly Amy’s mom, Frieda, talking to Jen, explaining the setup, reassuring her, and making sure she understood that nothing would happen that she didn’t want to happen. In one way, I kind of felt better as I listened to Frieda’s “mothering” words.

“Jen, I know that you had a chance to put John’s penis in your mouth, and he told Amy and me that he liked it and hoped you two could do it again some time. Would that be something you might want to do?”

Here Jen turned to me. “That’s something I’ve thought about since we did it, and I thought that if I – we – ever got the chance again, I’d want to do it.”

When Jen first told me about it, I kind of got the feeling that she was curious about “What if... ?” and that she’d try it again if she ever had the opportunity.

From the recording, I heard Jen’s voice say, “Yes ... I think so.”

Amy’s mom: “You think so?”

“Yes – I want to.”

Amy’s mom again: “Well, why don’t you two slip off your clothes and get comfortable.” Then, “If it feels kind of awkward undressing in front of the recorder, you can stand over here next to it – that way, you’re not in the picture.”

Amy’s brother, on the other hand, showed no such reluctance, quickly removing his T-Wolves jersey and stripping off his track pants – he wasn’t wearing any underwear – in front of the video recorder.

And that was kind of weird for me, looking at the genitals of a young boy. I never had any interest in seeing them, and I never planned to. On the other hand, if Jen has an interest, then I’d better be ready to look at some young men’s stuff.

Then Amy’s mom said, “Why don’t you use these cushions on the floor over here – I think they’ll be just right for the two of you.”

Jen went over and kneeled on a fat blue cushion – like a sofa cushion – and John stepped up in front of her and waited for her to start. He already had half an erection, and that was enough for Jen to do – do something. I watched as she moved a little on her knees to get into position. Then she reached out to take his hardening cock between her thumb and forefinger.

At his point, I noticed Jen’s breasts. The perspective the camera provided allowed me to see that they had grown –they now formed little cones that stuck out from her chest, and the area around her nipples was getting larger and a little darker in color – less pink and more coral. And they looked perfect – just like they had the very first time I saw her naked.

Amy’s mom’s voice took me out of my reverie: “Jen, Sweetheart, maybe you could use your other hand instead, so the camera can see everything you and John do?”

Jen switched hands, and now the view was unobstructed. John moved toward her a little, so his four- or five-inch erection was completely within Jen’s reach. She put the tip in her mouth and held it there for a few seconds, to get used to the whole thing, I guess. Then she put her free hand on John’s buttock and very competently proceeded to suck his cock, using her thumb and three fingers in a ring – just the way she has done so many times with me.

John must be pretty experienced at this, because he didn’t grab her head or try to jam himself into Jen’s mouth (as it appeared he was doing in the picture Jen had showed me of his mother sucking him).

Of course, I felt a twinge of jealousy, watching Jen with someone else (never mind what I was doing at that very moment!). But as I watched a little longer, I realized it was kind of sweet, watching a pretty young 14-year-old girl making love to the cock of a good-looking, fair-haired 15-year-old boy. Amy’s mom and dad watched the children with expressions of, well, almost pride.

But if this was kind of romantic, it was about to take a turn for the nasty. Amy’s mom said, “Jen, you and John are beautiful together. Johnny, why don’t you talk to Jen, the way Dad talks to me and Amy?”

Apparently, John was not just used to sweet, boy-girl sex, because, as his mother had suggested, he said to Jen, “That’s it, suck it, Jen, suck my dick!” Then, “Suck me, you whore!”

This shocked me. I did not expect a 15-year-old boy to be talking like a hard-core porn actor. And I immediately was worried about how Jen would react to this verbal abuse.

Well, I got my answer. Almost immediately, Jen “doubled-down” on “sucking his dick.” She tightened her grip on his buttocks and began slamming them into her, taking his cock deeper into her mouth each time. John responded to her efforts by taking her head in his hands and holding her tight to him so his cock was all the way into her throat, and he wiggled his hips like he was trying to work it around in there.

“That’s it, suck it, whore!” He pulled her head tighter against his crotch.

Instead of trying to escape, Jen forced her mouth all the way down ‘til it was pressed against his nearly-hairless pubes before pulling back to catch her breath.

I hadn’t intended to interrupt the video action, but before I could catch myself, I asked, “What did you think when he called ... when John said those things?”

“I was surprised, mostly, I guess. You and I don’t say things like that to each other. But then I remembered some of the porn videos we’ve watched, and the things that the people in them say and do, and I remember how it makes me excited – and you, too! – and so I kinda got into wanting to do dirty things then.”

“How about when he called you ‘whore’?”

“It surprised me, but then I thought that that’s what I wanted to be right then − I wanted to be a whore for him.”

She paused. “Does that upset you, that I wanted to be a whore then?”

And now it was my turn to think about my reaction. And my reaction was ... it was incredibly exciting to watch Jen turn into a whore, at least for that moment.

“Jen, honey, I was, well, I was sort of shocked when he said those things to you. But watching you – I love seeing how sexual you are. And, yes, it really turned me on to see you act the way you did.”

Apparently, this was the kind of answer Jen was hoping for. Then she said, “Dave, you’re always so sweet to me, but maybe sometimes you could tell me dirty things and call me names and stuff.”

“I think we can do that – anything you’d like, my darling.”

So I watched, as 15-year-old John fucked my darling’s mouth for a good five minutes. Then Amy’s mom came into the picture again.

“Oh, Jen, Darling – you do that so good, but maybe there’s something else that you both can do. You’ve seen some pictures where there’s something John likes his dad to do with him, and it would feel really good to do it while you’re sucking him.”

*** HERE, A NOTE TO READERS: Remember, a while back, when Jen showed me some pictures Amy had given her, of something that John and his dad liked to do together? Well, if you’d rather not see those “pictures,” you might want to skip the next 8 paragraphs or so.***

And I remembered Amy’s photos that Jen had showed me, the ones with John’s boyish cock sticking out from his body and a man’s cock solidly embedded inside his rectum.

Apparently, so did Jen. “Okay – but how?”

Frieda said, “You just stop for a moment, and Al will lie down on the long cushion and John will get on top of him.”

I watched, in clinical detail, as John’s father applied a lot of what was almost certainly anal lube onto his cock, then guided John over and onto all fours so he could loosen up John’s ass with still more lube. Then, in a series of moves that were probably well-practiced, John turned around, positioned his dad’s average-sized cock at his anus, and eased himself down until he was completely impaled on his dad’s cock.

They got into a gentle fucking rhythm, and then Frieda said, “Jen, why don’t you take him in your mouth again – I think that would really feel good to him.”

And so I got to watch my precious little girl bend down and suck an older boy’s cock while he was being fucked in the ass by his father. I never imagined ever seeing anything like this, let alone when the “performers” were people I knew. I wasn’t sure how I felt about watching what is, essentially, homosexual pedophilia, but there’s no doubt that I was watching it.

At one point, Frieda said to Jen, “That’s so beautiful. Would you mind if I joined you for a bit?”

Jen leaned back, and Frieda leaned in and took her son into her mouth for perhaps a minute or so, then leaned back and said, “Thank you, Darling,” and then, with a few words of encouragement, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so hard – he must really like what you’re doing to him.”

And he must have, because in another couple of minutes, John started to breather faster, and he arched his back, put both hands on Jen’s head, and with a loud “A-H-H-H-H,” came in Jen’s sucking mouth. That, apparently, was the cue John’s dad was waiting for, because his body stiffened, and he arched his back and started thrusting his hips up toward John and saying, “Ahhh – so good, so good!”

The three of them lay there like that for more than a minute, except that Jen sat up from John, his cum obviously in her mouth. She seemed to think for a moment. Then she swallowed.

Again, I felt jealousy. My precious darling, swallowing someone else’s cum. But it was just so damned hot!

They took a little more time to recover, but I guess Frieda wanted to get into the action, too, because she asked Jen, “Jen, sweetheart, would you like Al to suck your pussy and lick your clit? Amy really likes it when he does that, and she thought that you’d like it if he licked you, too.” Clever, introducing Amy’s “endorsement” into the picture.

“But before you do,...” Frieda leaned over her husband and took his messy cock into her mouth and loved it for a minute or so. Then she pulled something – probably a baby wipe – out of a container and wiped off her husband’s cock ‘til it was clean and dry.

After Frieda finished with her husband’s cock, Jen asked, “What should I do?”

“Well, since he’s already lying down, why don’t you just move over and put your knees on either side of his head and lower yourself, and that way he can reach that beautiful pussy of yours with his mouth.”

This was something that Jen was quite familiar with, and soon she was rocking back and forth and apparently enjoying getting her pussy licked.

But I guess that wasn’t quite enough for Amy’s mom. “Jen, honey, why don’t you turn around and face the other way, and that way you can suck Al’s cock if you want?”

If she wants? Well, Jen took the suggestion and turned around and squatted a bit over Al’s mouth, and that gave him a better angle to eat her, as well as probe her asshole with his tongue.

I could tell Jen was thinking (as well as enjoying the improved treatment her pussy and ass were receiving), and then she finally leaned and took Al’s recovering prick in her hand and stroked it a few times, then bent down and took most of his prick into her mouth.

The prick that had recently been up his son’s asshole.

Jen didn’t make a face or show any other sign of minding this at all. She proceeded to give him a very fine sucking.

Still not satisfied, Amy’s mom turned away from sucking her son’s cock to say, “Jen, look, you’ve gotten him so hard again! Maybe you’d like to sit on his cock and make him fuck you. He’s very good – Amy [Amy again] really likes it a lot when he does it to her.” Then another thought came to her mind. “It’s OK, dear, he’s safe.”

Jen took her mouth off Al’s cock and lifted herself from his face, then turned around and positioned herself, lining his stiff cock up with her pussy. Then she lowered herself, and in a single move had him completely up inside her. She shifted her hips a few times, apparently to get him firmly seated inside her pussy.

Then something happened, and Jen seemed to take charge of things.

“Do you like having your cock in my little-girl cunt? “I bet it’s not as tight as Amy’s, right?”

Al grunted something.

“But Amy’s in another room, getting her little baby cunt pounded by my boyfriend. Do you like that – that your own baby’s getting fucked by another man?”

Another grunting sound from Al.

“Do you like fucking little girls? Because you’re big, and they can’t fight back? Well, we can – we can fight back.”

And I saw something I never expected to see. Jen leaned forward and took each nipple between her thumb and finger, then squeezed and twisted his nipples. It obviously hurt, because Al groaned’.