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 24

1978

“This is for you, Papa and Mamas,” a completely naked Charlotte said softly, speaking directly into the stationary camera while fondling her tits and erect nipples with her legs splayed wide before turning her head slightly to look into the near distance.

“Viens, Bitte,” she called out huskily, “Viens à moi maintenant!”

Bitte came bounding into the frame, practically knocking Charlotte over in his excitement with his throbbing red and purple cock swaying back and forth almost entirely outside its furry sheath. Charlotte dropped to one knee, reveling in the dog licking her face and ears and then eagerly taking Bitte's tongue into her mouth to lash against her own.

Mike wasn't aiming the hand held camera at Charlotte as she addressed her parents and called the dog to her. He knew the stationary camera would catch all of that he might need. Rather he focused on the naked Aimee holding Bitte's collar, her small nipples pink and stiff. He wasn't even sure he would use any footage of Aimee, especially if Jan or Anja objected. If he did, at the very least he knew Charlotte's father would appreciate the nude teenager's nubile body.

He let the camera linger on the thirteen year old girl for a moment after she released the dog. Aimee looked at him, grinning wickedly as she pinched her left nipple with one hand and slid her other hand down between her legs.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was squealing delightedly as her dog eagerly licked the sticky ice cream from her ears and face and tits. She had her fingers wrapped around Bitte's swollen dick, stroking him until his cock fully emerged from his furry sheath. Mike moved in for some close up shots, his own cock stiffening seeing Bitte's precum seeping through Charlotte's fingers while listening to the sloppy sounds of the woman and dog lashing each others tongues.

“My pussy...put more ice cream...on my pussy,” Charlotte moaned lowly, falling on to her back while holding Bitte by both ears as he frantically licked her tits.

Mike stepped back and motioned for Aimee to grab the container of melted ice cream and bring it to Charlotte. When Charlotte saw the teenager approaching, she shoved the dog's body off to the side, bent her knees upward and spread her legs as wide as she could manage. The moist pink flesh of her inner flesh glistened, gaping open in her thick thatch of dark pussy hair.

Aimee stepped right up to Charlotte then dropped to a knee next to her, making no effort to stay out of either camera's view. She drizzled the sticky fluid over Charlotte's belly, filling her navel before continuing on to smear some through Charlotte's pubic hair and the inside of both thighs almost to her knees.

With a truly wicked grin, Aimee practically emptied the rest of the container on Charlotte's mound and pussy hair, then deftly slid two fingers into Charlotte's cunt while thumbing her clit. Charlotte let out a loud gasp and began flailing against Aimee's hand until her back arched and a quick hard orgasm surged through her body.

When she slumped back, Aimee took her hand out of Charlotte's pussy, leaned back on her heels and slowly, sensuously licked the sticky ice cream and Charlotte's pussy juice from her fingers. Charlotte released Bitte's collar and the big dog immediately licked his way down her body until he was furiously lapping her dripping cunt and protruding clit.

Charlotte shrieked again as another more intense orgasm flooded her body. As it passed, she reached up and pulled Bitte's dangling dick to her, taking him in her mouth and stroking him faster and faster even as the dog's tongue probed her throbbing cunt. Her thighs began to quiver as yet another climax built in her pussy.

“Monter...monter...monter!” she commanded huskily, shoving the dog off her face.

Bitte apparently knew the drill.

He crawled up between Charlotte's legs, wrapping his forelegs around her sides and humping wildly seeking her cunt hole. Charlotte was clearly practiced in fucking the dog while alone. She reached down and guided the blunt tip of the dog's precum leaking dick into her waiting entry, shoving her hips up as the dog thrust down toward her.

By this time, Bitte's knot had grown larger than a baseball, much too big to slip into even Charlotte's well stretched cunt. At that moment, Mike realized that wasn't the plan. He moved much closer, his own cock aching as he watched and filmed the dog's thick dick furiously pump in and out of her from very close up.

After a few moments, the dog started cumming in her pussy, his drool dripping from his mouth to cover her face and tits. Without the knot damming the watery jism inside her, spurt after spurt of Bitte's hot cum squirted out all around his flailing dick and the ragged edges of her cunt hole, coating her inner thighs and dripping down over her asshole to puddle beneath her cheeks. The entire time the dog was pumping his cum into her, Charlotte shrieked a continuous body spanning orgasm.

At last, Bitte's hips slowed and he pulled his rapidly deflating dick out of Charlotte's pussy, followed by a gusher of even more of his sperm. Charlotte continued moaning and quivering for a few more minutes after Bitte walked away to lay down and lick his balls and cock clean. Mike kept filming her dripping cunt until she pushed herself up on her elbows grinning cheerfully.

“What do you think, Mike...was that a good start?” Charlotte asked as she examined a scratch welling up across the side of her right tit.

“Good?...it was spectacular,” he replied enthusiastically, extending a hand to help her stand, as even more watery dog cum oozed down the inside of her thighs, “but what do you mean by start?”

“Bitte hasn't knotted me yet...on purpose by the way...since I thought all his cum gushing out of me around his dick would be a shot my mothers will love,” Charlotte answered, taking a deep drink of a cold beer.

A loud groan made them both turn to where Bitte was laying on the floor. Mike had completely forgotten about Lisa and Aimee as he filmed Charlotte and the dog. Now they looked over to see both of them sharing the dog's cock, licking and sucking it in while also lapping at his balls.

“Go ahead and film them too,” Charlotte said softly, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow, “my parents will be very happy to see I share nicely.”

Mike picked up the hand held camera and stood close to Lisa and Aimee as they licked Bitte's stiffening again dick. He turned his head at the sound of some scrapping to see Charlotte repositioning the stationary camera. She smiled at him and as he turned back to the other two with the dog, Charlotte stepped behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist and started stroking his cock. He began to object but she rammed her tongue into his ear and not so gently squeezed his balls.

“Just keep filming,” she stated emphatically as his legs began to tremble and she jerked his cock even faster. “The camera shaking when you cum will really add to the authenticity.”

Mike was completely aroused well before Charlotte took his cock into her hand. Between her touch and what Lisa and Aimee were doing with the dog's dick, it only took him a few moments for his cum to erupt from his dick and splash on thirteen year old Aimee's bare upraised ass.

With the last droplets seeping through her fingers, Charlotte let go of his deflating shaft and crawled over to Lisa and Aimee. By then, Bitte had turned his body back on himself so his tongue joined theirs licking his cock and balls.

Charlotte knelt between Aimee and Lisa, extending her hands until she could slide two fingers into each of their warm wet cunts. She pumped them harder and faster as their moans increased until Aimee let out a loud cry when her orgasm crested. Lisa was right behind the teenager, her back arching until the last of her climax faded away.

The two of them slumped on the floor with Bitte nosing around their crotches and licking their dripping slits. Charlotte called him over, leading him to the padded bench before draping herself over it with her thighs spread wide.

“Now, Mike...now I'm ready to be knotted,” Charlotte gasped as Bitte threw himself on top of her flailing around wildly, “just get a good close up of my dog's knot stretching and filling my pussy...for my parents.”

With that she reached back, directing the dog's cock into her cunt, squirming until the growing knot slipped completely inside her. Charlotte screeched as Bitte's cum started to fill her. The dog pumped her for a moment, then turned so his ass was pressed against hers for the next six or seven minutes until the last bits of his sperm poured into her pussy.

Again, Bitte walked away when he was done to lick himself clean. Charlotte remained slumped over the bench for a few minutes until her breathing returned to normal. A steady stream of watery dog cum oozed own her inner thighs to pool around her knees.

Mike kept filming until Charlotte stirred and tried to rise. When she stumbled slightly, Mike put the camera down and helped her to a chair.

A few seconds later, Lisa joined them, handing both Mike and Charlotte a cold beer. They sat drinking in silence for a couple of minutes before Charlotte spoke.

“So, Mike, do you think you got enough for a decent movie for my parents?”

“I think so, but I won't know for sure until I develop the film,” he answered before he chuckled and gave her thigh a gentle squeeze. “Then again, if I didn't, I suppose we could do another take.”

“That's fine with me since I plan on doing it all over again with Bitte tomorrow, whether or not you are filming,” Charlotte laughed, spreading her legs a little wider, “and of course you are always welcome to join me in any case...with or without the cameras.”

“Me too?” Aimee asked, coming up behind Mike and putting her arms around him, her perky tits pressing into his shoulder blades.

“I thought your parents said you can't fuck a dog until your sixteen?” Lisa commented, trying hard not to giggle. “In which case, we won't be any part of you breaking their rules...any more than we already have anyway.”

“Yeah, I know, but it's not fair, Bitte's only a little bigger than some of the other guys they know I fuck,” Aimee whined, sliding her hands further down Mike's chest, reaching for his flaccid cock, “but I'm allowed to fuck Mike and after what I just watched, I really need a cock in me right now.”

“Knock yourself out, sweetie,” Lisa laughed before taking a deep drink of her cold beer, “you know you can have his dick inside you any time you can get him hard enough.”

The thirteen year old girl squeezed the head of Mike's dick then took his hand and led him to the thin mattress still wet and sticky with the dog's cum and Charlotte's sweat. Mike lay on his back and Aimee quickly straddled him, his hard again cock easily sliding all the way into her tight but very wet pussy.

He kneaded her small tits and thrust back against her as she rotated her hips on his dick. Lisa and Charlotte came over and knelt next to them, kissing and fingering Aimee's clit in turn until she moaned loudly with her orgasm surging through her body. Mike lasted until the teenager's pussy canal clenched and throbbed around his cock, then erupting deep into her pussy, staying inside her until his spent sperm and her pussy juices drizzled down over his balls.

The stationary camera kept recording the entire time.

One afternoon five days after the invitations for Lisa's auction went out, Anja rushed into Mike's studio, her face flushed with excitement.

“You're not going to believe it,” she practically screamed at Lisa and Mike in her excitement as she hurried to them.

“Believe what?” Lisa asked, looking up from some prints that included a close up of Aimee sucking Bitte's angry looking red and purple cock that Lisa wasn't at all sure Mike wanted to share with Anja just yet.

“The response to the invitations for your auction.”

“Are there any?” Lisa asked while discreetly covering the explicit pictures of Anja's thirteen year of daughter with some of herself with the dog's cock in her cunt.

“Any?” Anja exclaimed effusively. “Jan's phone has been ringing off the hook and we already received nine deposits for the telephone bidding. Jan thinks there will be at least two or three more before the deadline the day after tomorrow.”

“Wow, that's way more than he thought,” Mike chimed in, opening his arms to give Anja a warm hug as she patted his crotch the same way Aimee, Charlotte and even some of the prostitutes now did routinely when greeting him.

“Practically every special member called with lots of questions...How old is she?...Where's she from?...What are the limits?” Anja went on, sitting on the couch and taking the cold beer from Mike. “One even wanted to know if Lisa was still a virgin.”

“You're kidding,” Lisa sputtered, nearly choking on her own beer hearing that.

“I guess for more than 10,000 gilders, one can ask for or expect damn near anything...or at least try,” Mike laughed, flopping down on the sofa next to Anja. “What's next?”

“We'll know for sure how many by close of business the day after tomorrow. Then we'll do the auction two days later, probably in the early evening,” Anja explained, casually rubbing her hand on the inside of Mike's thigh. “Jan says it might be a good idea for Lisa to have something ready to say to all the bidders and then to the eventual winner. Get Charlotte to help you write it.”

“Yeah, that's probably a good idea,” Lisa smiled, now having an unneeded excuse to have Charlotte come by for an evening...with her dog.

The evening of the auction, Lisa and Mike arrived about a half hour before it was supposed to start. Pietr set up one of the smaller studios for a conference call they could all listen in on, while the bidders would only hear each other and Jan conducting the proceedings. Pietr was doing some final checks with Anja and Jan as Aimee, Charlotte and the lawyer drifted in after them.

They stood around chatting until Jan signaled it was time to begin. They all found chairs on one side of the room while Jan put on a headset and microphone and took a seat next to Pietr and some sort of control board. Pietr counted down the last few seconds with his fingers before pointing to Jan.

“Good evening, friends,” Jan began speaking a little stiffly into his microphone, “we are gathered this evening to give you a unique chance, one that may never be available again, the opportunity to spend an evening with a truly remarkable, exciting and, you can take my word for it, absolutely extraordinarily sexy young woman from America.”

“Before we start, there are a few technical details that require our attention so that everyone has the same chance during the bidding. Each of you has a randomly selected number, from one to eleven, I personally assigned after receiving your deposits for being included tonight. I will note for everyone's information, this is an anonymous bidding process and I alone know who is associated with each number. Therefore, the voice on the phone may or may not be the actual member bidding or may be disguised in some way at their end. Even the prize will not know the identity of the winner until she enters the hotel suite. For the benefit of the prize, please speak in English. Now if you would, please call out in turn by your number and after eleven, let us know if you did not hear a specific number.”

“Number 1...here,” a gruff man called out with a clearly German accent.

“Number 2...here,” another man who sounded French.

“Number 3...here,” a woman with an English accent.

“Number 4...here,” another woman, perhaps French.

“Number 5...here,” a man, very British.

“Number 6...here,” sounded like a young girl.

“Number 7...here,” a man who stumbled on his English.

“Number 8...here,” another British sounding man.

“Number 9...here,” a fourth woman, sounded German.

“Number 10...here,” another man of indeterminate accent.

“Number 11...here,” a mechanically disguised voice.

“Thank you all,” Jan said as the call out finished. “Did anyone not hear any number?”

When no one responded, Jan continued.

“As you all know, the opening bid is 10,000 gilders and being on this conference call means you agree to that minimum amount. Please state your number before any higher bid and try not to talk over one another. Everyone will have all the chance you need to bid. So, for the sake of formality, I would like Number 6 to open the bidding.”

“Number 6...10,001 gilders,” the young girl's voice said after a brief hesitation.

Jan just laughed and let that go as other bids started to come in.

“Number 11...10,500.”

Number 1...10,800.”

“Number 3...11,200.”

“Number 6...11,900.”

“Number 10...12,500.”

Over the next few minutes, the bids came in rather quickly, reaching 21,600 gilders by Number 11 before there was a brief pause.

Jan was surprised it had gotten to this level and in a way aroused knowing that such a high and specific price was being placed on the use of her mouth and ass and pussy. The amount was not even close to the high stakes investments for which she often routinely fucked some of her father's partners at his insistence but still cold hard cash all on her own.

Jan allowed the silence to go on for fifteen seconds or so, although it seemed like an hour to Lisa.

“We have a bid by Number 11 of 21,600 gilders. Is there another bid?” Jan stated, “Going once....”

“Number 6...25,000.”

“Number 11...27,500,” the mechanized voice answered almost immediately.

Aimee and Charlotte gasped and Lisa felt Mike's hand tightening on her thigh. For a few seconds there was only silence.

“Number 6...35,000,” the young girl's voice said firmly, without any hesitation.

Jan was sure everyone else in the room was holding their breaths, just like she was.

“Congratulations, Number 6, you've won the prize,” the mechanically distorted voice said after a few seconds. “I do hope she is worth every bit of your bid.”

The people around Jan burst into applause as Jan thanked all the bidders, telling Number 6 to stay on the line. The final bid was far and away more than anyone expected. As Anja led them from the studio to the office to have a celebratory drink, Jan stayed behind to arrange a specific date and other details with Number 6.

“That was really exciting,” Aimee murmured as they walked, grabbing Lisa's arm and holding her close.

“Yeah, more than I expected for sure...way more,” Lisa replied giving the young girl a tight hug. “Maybe you should ask your father if he would auction you off...you know...a thirteen year old virgin. I bet you'd get a lot more than me.”

“But...but I'm not a ...virgin,” Aimee said in surprise, stopping to stare at Lisa.

“I know that... you know that...even your father knows that...but the bidders would probably think a thirteen year old girl is most likely still a virgin,” Lisa grinned, hooking her arm in Aimee's and pulling her along, “even Jan and Anja's daughter.”

“Yeah, you're probably right. Only one other girl in my class even claims she's done anything with boys and I think she's just talking,” Aimee mused as they walked, “but do you think my father would do it?”

“You won't know without asking,” Lisa smiled and swatted Aimee playfully on her ass as they entered the office.

Anja was opening a second bottle of wine when Jan walked in beaming, immediately going to Lisa and giving her a warm tight hug.

“Spectacular...more than we could have possibly hoped,” he exclaimed excitedly, “and tomorrow I'll talk to some of the others and see what they think about the auction. Meanwhile, everything is set up for Friday night at 7:00.”

“I'm thrilled it went so well, too,” Lisa responded, clinking her wine glass with his, “so tell me, who am I meeting and what should I expect.”

“No.”

“No?...What do you mean...no?”

“No means no. I won't give you any information about the...um...winner. You just have to see for yourself on Friday.”

Lisa just stared at him, stunned by his response.

“But...but...,” she stammered even as Jan grinned at her devilishly.

“It's part of the deal the winner requested, that you not know anything about him...or her...or them...until you walk into the hotel suite,” Jan said solicitously, “but I can assure you everything should be just fine and you will enjoy yourself completely.”

“I don't know, that doesn't seem right to me,” Lisa grumbled as Jan chuckled and dragged his hand up between her legs and pressing against her already damp panties.

Jan dropped Lisa at the front entrance to the luxurious Intercontinental Amstel Hotel a few minutes before 7:00, giving her enough time to ask the concierge how to get to the Champagne Suite by the appointed hour. Both he and the uniformed man operating the elevator looked at her with some disdain despite her quite elegant, if somewhat revealing, dress.

She unnecessarily adjusted her dress for a moment before knocking on the door, more nervous than she thought she would be. She waited but there was no response for long enough she was reaching up to knock again and louder when the door was flung open.

Lisa looked down in disbelief at a little boy no more than eleven or so standing there in just a pair of white briefs. His half hard cock, clearly not a lot bigger than Mike's thumb, pushed straight out at her. Before she could say anything, he stepped back, his smile turning into a frown while giving her room to enter.

“I'm Hans,” he announced in perfect British accented English, making no effort to conceal the way he was staring at her tits bursting out of her tight dress. “You must be my birthday present.”

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