The Past Is Prologue Ch. 03
Date: 03.11.2007
Keywords: 03, Past, The, Prologue, Is, Ch.,
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"This chapter concludes Ginny's current tale. She asks that you read "Ginny's Witnesses, Chs. 4-6," as preparation for her big finish, and to vote! Please! "
*Part 1*
"Ginny, why didn't you tell me Sam was coming?" asked JJ.
"Oh, you know, impulsive me!" I said, vapidly, trying to avoid the question. "You, yourself, told him we'd set him up in the film business if he came to the States. So, in one of my therapy sessions with Erica, she agreed that I should send him a plane ticket."
Sam was one of the 20-year-old studs whom I'd enjoyed sexually when my widowed father-in-law, JJ, and I had vacationed on the Pacific island of Pohnpei several weeks before. Sam's ambition was to be a porn star.
"I don't understand. Are you gonna take him on as a lover?" JJ asked.
"Of course not, JJ!" I replied emphatically. "But what if I did? You've got your toys!"
We'd brought back from Pohnpei a beautiful, 18-year-old, island girl, Luala, who'd been JJ's lover on vacation. Now employed as a nanny for my daughter, Andi – whom JJ had fathered three years before – Luala had continued her initial role. She had her own room in our big house, but in a few weeks had evolved into being his live-in mistress. Her enrollment as a freshman in the architectural program at the university – which he'd arranged – now seemed to be merely a smoke screen for his never-ending quest for young pussy, and I felt very threatened that the girl was upsetting my relatively secure life with him.
"You're not gonna lecture me about Phaedra, too, are you?" he asked, sounding uncharacteristically guilty.
"I don't lecture you! Ever!" I recoiled in my defense. "But you're fucking her, too...still...and we've finished the movie! Jeezus, the breathy phone messages...the dirty e-mails. And remember, JJ, since I do the laundry, I see the stains on your underwear!"
Phaedra was a blonde, teenage ballerina who'd starred in a porno film JJ and I had just finished producing, and he'd been sexually smitten by her. My friend and sex therapist, Erica, and I had even hatched a scheme to short circuit the flings that my aging, philandering old man was having with she and Luala. The crux of the plan was to invite Sam-the-stud to the mainland to keep the girls "busy." Since we were also planning to produce other porn films, it seemed appropriate – though maybe a bit premature – to bring the young guy into the mix.
The whole situation was like a soap opera. What made it even spicier was that my beautiful East Indian psychiatrist, Erica, had been hot for JJ forever, and wanted to restart a relationship with him that had lain dormant for years. And, given my bisexual forays – something that JJ's and my swinging lifestyle of the previous year or more had made habitual – I'd decided to share my old man with her for some fresh excitement.
"Your decision just seems so sudden," JJ said. "We usually talk things out. Where's Sam gonna stay? There's no room here, with Luala."
"We've still got the movie set apartment for a few weeks," I retorted. "In that time you should be able to get him a place in a student co-op."
And by that time, I thought privately, he'll be fucking the knickers off of both Luala "and" Phaedra. That'll get their attention off of you! Then, Erica and I will have you to ourselves, my horny old darling.
JJ had been almost everything to me over the past six plus years: incestuous step-father-in-law, adulterous lover, father of my child, an enthusiastic participant in our swingers' club, and a lewd voyeur and photographer of me with multiple sex partners. Sadly yet realistically, I knew that we'd gone far beyond ever being totally faithful to one another. That was okay, though, since he was slowing down noticeably at age 55 and growing ever more dependent on Viagra.
"Well, we'd better come up with a film project for him," he said, "and an investor. I'm not gonna support a budding male porn actor just because you've taken a shine to him."
"I'm workin' on it, baby," I said. "Erica's helping me."
"That's another thing. You two women are getting awfully close," he said. "I thought she was just gonna be your therapist."
"She's also become a good friend, JJ. Remember? After vacation you suggested that she help me with my, uuh...'nympho' problems."
"Those aren't problems, Ginny. So you love sex! It's nobody's business but our own! Besides, it's one of the reasons we're inseparable!"
"Yeah...well...I could use a little more "hands on" evidence of that from you," I responded, critically. "Anyway, Sam arrives tomorrow. After I pick him up I'll move him into the movie set apartment."
JJ walked downstairs, grumbling, and I phoned my sweet friend Erica to tell her that our plan was in motion, and that I'd pick her up on the way to the airport...along with the blonde teenager, Phaedra.
The next day, Phaedra was more than willing to come with us to pick up Sam, given my sexy description of him. She'd dressed alluringly, as I knew she would, in a blue miniskirt that showed her fabulous legs, with three-inch heels, and a blue, sleeveless, cropped top with ridiculous pink bunnies on it that barely covered her tits. I didn't notice whether she was wearing panties – she usually didn't – but I figured Sam would soon find "that" out for himself.
I dressed in a snug, long-sleeved, Hunter green jumpsuit and low heels. It definitely showed my figure, but was understated, since I wanted this day to be Phaedra's. Erica wore a rust-colored pants and top outfit that contrasted beautifully with her mocha skin and accented her stunning breasts...her best bodily feature, except, perhaps, for her narrow, high butt.
Sam was ecstatic to see me. Of course, I'd never seen him fully dressed, since on Pohnpei he'd only worn a hip-hugging sarong, or he'd been naked. But he looked wonderful...tall, brown, youthful and handsome, with his flashing white, toothy smile. He'd let his dyed-blond hair grow out to black, so his spiked haircut just had blond tips. He wore khaki pants, a loose, short-sleeved, flowered shirt that showed his yummy brown skin and – the only hint of his island home – a pair of raffia flip-flops on his strong, shapely feet. When he saw us at the gate, he ran to me and squeezed me, lifting me off the floor and twirling. He was so "strong"! My crotch immediately moistened in his embrace.
"Everybody says hello, Ginny!" he beamed, as we walked toward the baggage area. "The Chief, Anu and his buddies, Lulu, Teou and the gang...even the Dean!"
I shuddered as I remembered Teou and his friends, who'd gang banged me in a pool hall one afternoon when I was drunk and stoned during our island vacation. But my memory turned brighter as I remembered a few idyllic, sensuous afternoons with Anu, the Chief's son. Finally, I felt a wistful pang as I pictured Nick, the Dean of Sam's college, and the wonderful night we'd spent together. All of my recollections teemed with images of raw sex.
"Well, are you ready to work?" I asked. "Phaedra, here, just finished a movie with us. I thought you two might want to share visions of your hopes and dreams," I said, a bit sarcastically.
And that they did. On the drive back from the airport, motor-mouthed Sam entranced the impressionable young blonde with tales of South Pacific island exploits and how he was now going to take the porn industry by storm. More than once I noticed Erica rolling her eyes at the young man's boasts.
We walked Sam through the furnished apartment where he'd be staying a couple of weeks and he was effusive in his praise. I knew for a fact that he'd never experienced such relative luxury, having spent a day with him in his shabby room on Pohnpei. I noticed that the apartment needed a few items; towels, bathroom supplies and refrigerator snacks, so I said, "Erica and I'll go shopping for a few things and be back in a while. You're coming to dinner at my place tonight, Sam, to talk business with JJ." As we started to leave I admonished them both tritely, "Don't do anything I wouldn't!"
Sitting on the living room sectional with the luscious Phaedra not far away, Sam said, "Oh, we'll find sumpn' ta talk about!" I'd already noticed his lengthy, half-hard member straining inside one pant leg.
Two hours later Erica and I returned with bags loaded with goodies. We both knew that, in our absence, the two hormone-crazed kids had probably made good use of the time. It seemed a fitting welcoming ceremony for Sam – and would whet Phaedra's sexual appetite for him – plus I wanted to bring him together with Luala at home in the evening...relatively sated. That meeting would require a bit more subtlety. Poor JJ! I thought. He wouldn't stand a chance with his two teenage nymphets after they got a taste of this young man's outrageous body.
Our subterfuge had worked. Letting ourselves in quietly, we were immediately serenaded by Phaedra's sharp wailing and moaning as the two went at it in a nearby bedroom. "Did you bring my camera from the car?" I whispered, wanting to capture them in the act on film.
"Right here," she whispered back, pulling the Nikon from one of her bags and handing it to me. She was already halfway down the hallway, spurred on by her limitless voyeuristic curiosity.
Like two little spying children, we peered around the doorframe and watched as Phaedra's limber white body was bent double, lying on her back with her ankles on either side of her shoulders. The head of the king size bed was against the far wall, under the window, which admitted the hot afternoon sun directly onto Sam's broad, dusky back. They couldn't see us, but we could see their fusing, as his massive brown, ten-inch cock plundered the clasping folds of the girl's pink pussy. Her entire upturned saddle was soaking with her juices as I clicked off a few shots of Sam railing her receptive insides.
"Ohh...ohh...ohh...ohh," she cried, with each of his full plunges. "You're...sooo...biiig...sooo, ohh, ohh, ohh...sooo...aah...aahh...aaahhh...
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Keywords: 03, Past, The, Prologue, Is, Ch.,