Looking Back
(A “Cum Diaries” Story)

The “Cum Diaries” are occasional fictionalized accounts of stories told to me by my readers, in this case of my short story “Dave's New Job”. That began an ongoing conversation with L&M in Oregon about their experiences.

Part 21

1978

Despite Jan's persistence, Mike was too worn out to do any more that evening. He got off on the fourth floor and let himself into a dark empty apartment.

“I can hardly wait to hear about Lisa's evening,” he thought as he pulled a cold beer from the refrigerator and took it with him into the shower.

He let the warm water wash over him until the beer was gone. After drying off, he climbed into bed and turned off the bedside lamp, casting the apartment into darkness. Lisa could find her way into the bed...if she comes back tonight...was his last thought before drifting off to sleep.

He half way awoke when he felt the side of the bed move next to him. It took him a moment to realize that it was not the side where Lisa usually slept. Just as that dawned on him, the other of the side moved as well.

His hands were pinned down while the sheet covering him was torn off. In the darkness he could not make out much until a barely discernible shadow loomed over him, straddling his thighs and toying with his half hard dick.

“Relax and enjoy,” a hoarse whisper filled his ear as a hand tightened on his balls, warm lips wrapped around the swelling head of his cock and a thin finger plunged into his asshole.

He squirmed around, finally freeing one hand, dragging it up between two legs to a smooth bare and very tight pussy.

“Sassa or Evi,” he thought as his finger plunged deep into a tight wet pussy canal followed by a sharp yelp. “Sassa, for sure.”

He freed his hand and reached up to the one sitting astride his legs. The size of her soft plump breasts with thick hard nipples surprised him. He realized immediately it could only be Marit.

Discovering the third identity was easier. Anja sat up and turned on the light before kneeling next to his face fingering her moist pussy slit, the scent of her sex overwhelming his nostrils.

Glancing down, he could see Marit holding his cock upright for Sassa. The eleven year old girl slowly licked across and around the head while playing with her own tight smooth pussy and Marit sensually rubbed her back.

“I'm ready,” the young girl said huskily after a few moments, looking up at Marit with a wicked grin.

The older woman scooted down Mike's legs, holding his rock hard cock straight up. Sassa straddled his hips facing away from him, slowly squatting until the tip of his dick pressed against the tiny tight entry to her cunt. Marit rubbed the head of his dick back and forth a few times to spread his leaking precum between the prepubescent girl's puffy pussy lips.

Sassa moaned lowly and pushed down with her hands on his thighs, slowly but inexorably, taking his six and a half inch cock into her warm snug canal until the head punched against the deepest recesses of her young cunt. For a few seconds they were both still. Then Sassa ground and rotated her hips on his cock before sitting straight up and leaning backward, resting her weight on her arms extended behind her back on Mike's chest.

Anja straddled Mike's face, spreading her dripping pussy slit with his nose and tongue while reaching around the little girl to fondle the tiny nub of her undeveloped nipples. At the same time, Marit bent forward, slowly licking across Mike's balls and up the exposed part of his cock, through the eleven year old girl's spread pussy slit before continuing on until she could flick the tip of her tongue across Sassa's tiny protruding clit...again...and again...and again.

With each of those licks, Sassa moaned a little louder, her hips beginning to flail as she rode Mike's cock faster and harder. Having cum several times in the bathhouse, Mike was able to enjoy the feel of the eleven year old girl's tight cunt enveloping his swollen dick while holding back an immediate climax.

After a few moments, Sassa's thrashing became more frenetic...her moans growing louder...her warm wet pussy tighter...clenching...grasping...sucking...as her orgasm began to crest. Marit turned all her attention to licking Mike's balls and fingering his asshole and prostate while rubbing the little girl's hard clit with her thumb. The faster and louder Sassa became, the closer Mike came to erupting into her tight pussy.

With one final mournful cry, Sassa's orgasm engulfed her body. She threw herself forward, thrashing and flailing wildly as her throbbing pussy canal clamped around Mike's dick. He exploded deep inside her, flooding her already crammed cunt with spurt after spurt of his warm jism, feeling it leaking out around the tight edges of her stretched entry to ooze down on to his balls...and Marit's waiting and eager tongue.

Sassa's dripping pussy remained clenched around his deflating cock, pulsing a few times before he slipped out of her entirely. She rolled off him and he slumped back, the final aftershocks of his orgasm ebbing from his body.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of the three of you in the middle of the night?” he finally asked Anja when he recovered his breath. “I'm not complaining, just asking.”

“Jan couldn't handle us all...he can barely handle his daughter,” Marit giggled, reaching down to gently fondle his deflated cock, “and Lisa was more than pleased to play with little Evi while watching Aimee fuck and suck her father...repeatedly...so here we are.”

“Besides, it will be dawn soon,” Anja chimed in, climbing off the bed, “We're going to get an early start, so girls, get a shower and dressed.”

With that, Anja gave each of them a warm kiss and left the room. Mike just looked back and forth from Sassa to Marit before pushing himself to a sitting position. Marit and the eleven year old looked at each other and giggled again, exchanging some unspoken message to which he was not privy and unable to decipher.

“Let's take that shower...together,” Marit finally said with an impish twinkle in her eyes.

“I don't know, the shower is pretty small. It will be very tight fit for the three of us,” Mike replied, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

“Yeah... we know,” Marit laughed, giving his bare ass a gentle swat as Sassa took his dick in her small hand and led him to the bathroom.

“So you sure you want to try and convince them to do it this way?” Mike asked as Lisa gathered up the 8x10 glossy photographs and a couple of sheets of paper with her notes.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” she replied with a bright smile, “we'll show him the ones he asked for first, then pitch my idea.”

“OK, I'll just follow you lead...and we can go with whatever they decide.”

Twenty minutes later, they walked into Jan's office at the production facility. Anja was already there, sitting at the conference table with Jan and Pietr and two others Mike and Lisa didn't know. Jan introduced the man who appeared to be in his mid fifties as the company's lawyer and the mid twenties looking woman as the public relations person.

“So, what do we have?” Jan asked after everyone refreshed their coffee and got comfortable, with Mike and Lisa on one side of the table and Jan and Anja and the others across from them.

“We basically broke this down as two options,” Lisa went on putting two folders filled with photographs on the table in front of her, “one based on Jan's original idea and the other on my suggestion.”

She opened the first folder and started passing around the eight 8x10 glossy photographs within. The first was just a head shot of a smiling Lisa, followed by a full body picture of her in a tasteful but provocative dress. In the next ones, she was progressively more undressed until in the last, she was on her back with her legs splayed wide open and her fingers holding her pink, moist pussy lips apart.

Mike watched everyone's reaction as they examined the pictures, especially the lawyer and the young woman, since neither of them had seen Lisa naked before. Pietr had seen the photographs in the darkroom but his gaze still lingered on her bare tits and fully exposed pussy.

The lawyer didn't show any expression at all, simply passing the prints on when they got to him. The young public relations woman, however, was clearly aroused, her nipples visibly stiffening through her bra and blouse.

Mike smiled at her wanly, feeling his cock stiffen slightly wondering what it might take to see those tits exposed. When everyone finished looking at the pictures, Lisa gathered them up and placed them in a row on the table in the same order, from head shot to exposed cunt.

“Now, I...we...have a different proposition, one we think you will find more interesting and, hopefully, your members will find irresistible,” Lisa smiled brightly, opening the folder and passing around the pictures.

This set also started with a head shot, but with Lisa wearing cowboy hat. In the full body shot, she wore a leather fringed halter top and short skirt, with two pistols holstered on her hips, a bandoleer filled with bullets draped across each shoulder and star pinned over her left breast. For the next six pictures, she progressively wore less and less, although never quite exposing a tit or her pussy fully. In the final picture, she sat leaning against the wall with her legs pulled up and spread wide, totally nude with the bandoleers covering her breasts and strategically holding one of the pistols over her pussy.

“The idea is to make me out to be the untamed girl from the wild American west, something not entirely untrue,” Lisa explained, passing the pictures first to Anja, “looking to give the highest bidder the experience...the ride, I suppose...of a lifetime.”

Lisa sat back gnawing on her lip as the others took their time carefully examining the pictures. Anja seemed pleased...Pietr and Jan a bit surprised...the lawyer more mildly interested...the public relations woman so excited Mike thought she might pee her panties.

When they finally returned the pictures to her, Lisa arranged them in a second row with each directly below the corresponding one from the first set. Lisa took a deep breath before continuing.

“These,” Lisa began pointing to the first set of pictures, “are the ones we would use if we go with Jan's original idea...pretty girl...nice tits and ass...inviting pussy...maybe worth taking a chance on for a thousand gilders or so for a really rich guy, kind of like getting a really good bottle of wine with a nice dinner.”

Across the table, the others nodded but remained silent, her cue to continue.

“This second set, however, represents something entirely different...something mysterious and exciting...something only rarely, if ever, available,” Lisa continued, her eyes darting from one to the other trying to gauge their reaction, “and by setting the initial bid high, we would challenge the wealthiest...most powerful...to take a real chance in hopes of a truly memorable reward.”

She sat back and squeezed Mike's hand. The others talked over each other for a moment before Jan restored order.

“This I not a democracy,” he said carefully, looking at each of the others, “but I do value your opinions, so please tell me in turn what you think of this idea. It is certainly a big gamble with our credibility if we choose to proceed Lisa's way.”

“I don't know, seems pretty risky to me,” the lawyer declared first, even as his eyes stayed locked on the picture of Lisa's totally exposed pussy.

“I like them both and we have all the technical capability we might need to set this up,” Pietr said, winking at Lisa.

“We can sell either one,” the public relations woman added, still squirming so much Lisa wondered if the woman was really excited or had to pee very badly, “although if we go for the cowgirl theme, we'll have a lot to do to pull it off correctly.”

All eyes turned to Anja who sat quietly for a moment before saying anything.

“I say we go for it with the cowgirl theme,” Anja finally said softly, “doing this well could raise our entire operation to an entirely new level, so it's worth the risks.”

“As it happens, I agree,” Jan announced with a broad grin, “but now we have a lot of work to do to make this work.”

Lisa whooped in delight, giving Mike a tight embrace before getting up, going around the table and hugging each of the others in turn.

For the next couple of hours they went over all manner of details about the invitation, bidding process and how everything would come together. While the general outline of Lisa's initial proposal remained, the details differed tremendously.

Right off, Charlotte, the public relations woman, informed them they should limit the pictures to two or three. More would just be a distraction and clutter up the presentation. The head shot and a couple of others were dispatched quickly but they dickered over the others for a while before settling on three...the full body one in the leather frilled outfit, a side shot with Lisa fully naked but with her pussy and nipples strategically covered and the one with the bandoleers covering her tits and the pistol her pussy.

When they turned to the actual content of the invitation, Lisa insisted on keeping the 10,000 gilder opening bid on the theory that would immediately limit the field to only the wealthiest and most adventurous. Jan concurred, speculating that of the thirty or so special members, only a dozen or so would even participate at that starting level.

Anja pointed out the two hour limit as not really feasible at that level and Charlotte added the blind bidding would not work either. Pietr suggested a conference call with live bidding, stating it was technically feasible at the production facility.

The back and forth went on for a couple of hours until they all realized they had worked out all but the smallest details. The auction would be two weeks after the invitation went out to all special members. The invitation would include three photographs and a text Charlotte promised to deliver with a sample invitation the next day. The minimum bid was 10,000 gilders, with a 500 gilder refundable deposit to be included in the telephone auction. The time with Lisa was extended to at least five hours, with more if both parties agreed.

Finally satisfied they had done all they could until they saw a sample invitation, the group broke up with Jan shooing them from the office so he could address other work. As Mike and Lisa gathered up their folders, Charlotte stepped next to them, extending her hand.

“I wanted to introduce myself,” she said with a charming accent, “more personally anyway than earlier. Besides I want to get a little more information to make the invitation the best possible.”

They chatted for a few moments in the hall before Charlotte suggested lunch. Lisa couldn't help but admire the short woman's perky tits and to die for ass as they walked to a nearby cafe Charlotte suggested.

It turned out she was thirty two even though she looked closer to eighteen, originally from France and worked for Jan for the past six years in public relations. They chatted amicably for a while on a number of subjects before she turned to Mike.

“I really liked those photographs you did of Lisa...both sets,” she said boldly, her eyes smoldering, “and Jan tells me you also do...um...short films.”

“Yeah, one of the reasons we are here...the opportunity to do some things that we cannot in the States,” Mike answered, his hand falling to Lisa's thigh to give her a gentle squeeze.

“Amsterdam is good for that...doing things that are not...available, shall we say...elsewhere,” Charlotte murmured, squirming again like she did in the meeting, the tips of her nipples pressing out against her bra and blouse. “If I may be so bold, I was wondering if you could do some pictures and maybe a short film for me...something very private and personal.”

Lisa felt her pussy clench when she realized what this woman was asking. There was no doubt Mike was interested, she was rubbing all the proof she needed under the table as his hand advanced up her thigh toward her rapidly moistening panties.

“I'm sure we could work out whatever you would like,” Mike croaked hoarsely with the head of his cock throbbing against Lisa's palm.

For a moment, Charlotte just stared at them both before breaking the strained silence.

“I really must get going or I'll be late for another appointment,” she said suddenly, picking up her purse and paper, “but if you don't mind, perhaps we can meet later this evening to discuss this further and take a few pictures too.”

“Of course, come by our apartment after dinner,” Lisa offered, standing to give her a hug hard enough to feel Charlotte's tits press against her own.

Lisa took a final sip of her wine, smiled at Mike and rose to answer the door. She knew it was Charlotte since Anja and Jan and Aimee simply walked right in after knocking, if they even bothered to knock. Lisa's pussy tingled imagining what could be so private and personal Charlotte was anxious to meet long after work hours.

Charlotte was smiling shyly when Lisa opened the door, her auburn hair tied back in a pony tail. She had changed into jeans the clung tightly to her shapely ass and a loose fitting sweater that, if anything, made her look even younger than earlier. Most surprising she was holding the end of a leash attached to a black dog of indiscriminate heritage about the size of a German Shepherd.

“I hope you don't mind,” Charlotte said softly when Lisa just stared at the dog, “but I hardly had any time at home and he needed a walk, so I thought I could combine that with visiting you and Mike...and he is very, very friendly”

“Not at all, I really like dogs,” Lisa replied, bending over to pet the dog's head while her nipples stiffened as the memories of getting fucked and licked at Harry and Joan's flooded back through her head.

The dog sat quietly, panting a little, his tongue lolling to one side of his mouth. When she heard Charlotte sharply take in a breath, Lisa realized the woman had an unobstructed view down the front of her shirt, her tits and erect nipples unencumbered by a bra. Lisa looked up and grinned at Charlotte while staying bent over, her bare breasts swaying slightly with every touch on the dog's head.

“Do come in,” Lisa finally said softly, straightening up so her tits bounced again under her shirt. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“A wine would be fine,” Charlotte answered when she spied Lisa's half empty glass on the coffee table before turning and giving Mike a warm hug.

“So who's this?” Mike asked, stepping over to pet the dog and get his hand licked in return.

“His name is Bitte,” Charlotte responded with a warm smile, “just a mongrel I rescued from a shelter about five years ago. He has been my very dear and close friend and companion ever since.”

Lisa returned with a glass and the bottle of red wine, pouring some for Charlotte before refilling her own and motioning for the woman to sit in a chair opposite the couch where Lisa joined Mike with his hand conspicuously on her thigh half way from her knee to her pussy. Bitte settled at Charlotte's feet, his chin resting on her right foot.

They chatted quietly for a few minutes until Lisa put her wine aside and called the dog over to her. He dog responded immediately. Lisa parted her knees enough his large head fit comfortably between them as she petted his head and he licked her other hand.

She could feel his warm breath through the fabric of her jeans and as she moved her hand a little closer to her crotch, the dog eagerly drew closer as well. Lisa bent forward to stroke the dog's back and at the same time giving Charlotte another look down the front of her shirt.

When she looked up at Charlotte and grinned, Lisa could see the other woman intently watching her pet the dog, her lips slightly parted and the tip of her tongue slowly licking the edges. Her legs were spread a little wider than earlier.

Lisa ran her hand all the way down the top of the dog's back then slowly brought it back along the side, reaching down until her fingers almost brushed against Bitte's furry sheath. Charlotte let out a low moan and placed her free hand on her own thigh just below her pussy.

“Bitte, now be a good boy and don't do that,” Charlotte murmured insincerely when the dog turned his head up to lick Lisa's face.

“Oh it's alright, I don't mind at all,” Lisa replied, looking directly at Charlotte as she rubbed her hand across the dog's back again and down his hind quarter far enough she felt the way his cock was peeking from the furry sheath when she pulled back. “I told you before, I really, really like dogs.”

The dog eagerly licked Lisa's face. She cocked her head to one side to feel his warm rough tongue brush across her left ear before turning back and feeling that tongue flick at her lips. She looked up at Charlotte then opened her mouth far enough for Bitte to push the tip of his tongue between her lips to meet hers.

Charlotte squirmed in her seat, her legs spread wide, making no effort to conceal one hand pressing against her crotch and the other up under her sweater fondling her right tit. She let out a low moan as Lisa reached down under Bitte to take the dog's half way emerged dick in her hand.

“You don't mind, do you?” she asked hoarsely as her fingers wrapped around the pulsing blunt tip of the dog's cock, feeling the first droplets of his precum smearing across her palm.

Next to her, Mike took his hand off Lisa's thigh and unzipped his jeans. His rock hard cock popped straight up into his hand and he sat back slowly stroking himself while looking back and forth from Charlotte to Lisa.

For a moment, Charlotte just stared at Lisa and the dog, not paying Mike any mind at all. Then she smiled impishly, rose to her feet and stripped off her sweater before dropping her jeans around her ankles. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties.

Her dark brown nipples were rock hard and a small streak of her juices oozed down the inside of her thighs. Without a word, she stepped around the coffee table directly in front of Mike, turned her back to him then lowered herself down, reaching back to guide his throbbing cock into her pussy.

“I don't mind if you don't,” Charlotte gasped as Mike's dick slid all the way into her waiting pussy.

“Oh I don't mind...not one little bit,” Lisa moaned.

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