Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty Boys

"You're getting hard again," Julie said, "I can feel it." She moved her bare ass on the plastic seat in the front of the black-and-white patrol car.

"It's gonna be all right, baby. Everything's gonna be all right," the deputy said as he started to fuck the pretty, blonde girl again.

Lisa watched the men coming out of the hotel: old men, young men, middle-aged men, and then there was the help. She ignored the latter completely. The others were salesmen, retired men, nondescript men, and idle men. None of them would do. They didn't have enough money. In brief shorts and a halter top that left her midriff bare, the fifteen-year-old girl slowly paraded her stuff. Chest out to make her titties stand up and out, and swinging her hips to call attention to her best feature, a gorgeous, beautifully rounded ass, Lisa strutted.

Men looked at her, some winked, others made remarks. Lisa ignored them, and turned away. From time to time she yawned. She watched the men getting into then: cars. Here were four that had a brand-new sedan. But four men just wouldn't do. If some eligible guy didn't come along soon, the damn sheriff's guys would probably spot her, pick her up and send her back to reform school, the same way they had treated Julie. Lisa figured maybe she'd better try her luck with truckdrivers, although they sure as shooting didn't have the kind of money that she was after.

She started down the street, away from the hotel, when she spotted him. He was about fifty-five, silver hair, distinguished-looking, and his clothes were expensive. Lisa knew about men's clothes and how to spot winners and avoid losers. This guy was definitely one of the winners of the world. He had the bellman drive his car up for him, tipped with a couple of bills, and was about to get into the new, sporty, luxury car, when Lisa caught his eye. He seemed to lose his cool self-possession when he took in the scantily dressed teenage girl, but recovered quickly and slid into his car.

The engine purred to life, and he was about to pull away from the curb, when Lisa sauntered over and casually asked him if he was going out of town.

"As a matter of fact, I am," he said. "But why are you asking me?"

"Because I need a ride out of this town, mister," Lisa said. "Want some company?"

"How old are you?" the man asked skeptically.

"Old enough," Lisa said, and walked around the front of the car, opened the door and slipped in beside the man. He cleared his throat as she sat up close to him, and glanced down at her bare leg. "You like my legs?" Lisa asked him and stretched them out stiff.

The man drove off. He drove down the highway, letting Lisa chatter about how she was looking for a guy with money to get away from the boring town, and how when she found a guy like that, there wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him.

"Anything?" The guy asked.

"Anything," Lisa assured him. "Why? What have you got in mind?"

The guy cleared his throat. "Ever posed for any photos?"

"You mean nude?" Lisa asked back. "Well, yes, now that you mention it."

"Yeah," Lisa said and licked her lower lip. "I did that for a while. Beaver shots and

all."

The guy grew red. "Any-uh-films?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I had a bit part in some fuck film," Lisa said. "Why, are you a movie producer, mister?"

"Ah, well, not, not exactly," the old guy said. "But I am what you call a very keen amateur photographer and cinematographer. An-ah-serious devotee of the film arts."

"Sounds real neat," Lisa said. "Is that your line of work? Because I'm thinking of taking up acting and stuff."

"Uh, that's great, heh, heh, I mean, I'm in business, but I'm thinking of devoting more and more of my time to photo and movie work. And sooner or later-who knows?-I may need a sexy little actress like you."

"Listen, mister, I can show you how good I am in front of a camera," Lisa said.

"Good, good," the man said. "I can give you an audition right now. Just say the word."

"You mean right here? On the road?" Lisa asked, "No, of course not. But I've got a place-uh- about half an hour from here. Want to come and try your luck?"

"I'm game," Lisa said.

Half an hour later, the car pulled up before a large, secluded estate house. "Wow," Lisa said. "Is that yours?"

The guy nodded. "It's one of the places I own," he said.

Lisa knew she had hit the jackpot. "You mean you've got more places like this?" she asked him.

"Not like this, but I've got-oh, about six or seven-in a couple of cities, and then in Europe." The man led her to the front door.

"You got a wife?" Lisa asked bluntly.

The guy shook his head. "Never got around to that," he said.

He took Lisa upstairs, letting the fifteen-year-old girl lead the way, and she knew he was getting a good eyeful of her girlish ass. On the second floor, the guy had a complete, professional photographer's studio. He flicked on a couple of floodlights. "Now, if you will," he said.

Lisa hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, popped the snaps, and pulled them down. She turned her back on the guy, giving him a good eyeful of naked ass, while his camera whirred and clicked, whirred and clicked, as he took pictures of her. He used strobes as he photographed the half-nude teenager, who spread her buttocks apart for him, and even knelt down to give him a full rear view of her split beaver, bunghole, and ass.

"Listen, you got the job," the guy said to Lisa as he loaded his motion picture camera.

"What job?" Lisa asked.

"I need a full-time model," the guy said. "I take an awful lot of pictures here-only for my own amusement," he said.

"What do you do with them? The pictures?" Lisa asked innocently.

The man grew red and stammered something about art and the beauty of the female form. But Lisa would not let him off that easily. She wanted to see some of the films he had taken, and the guy finally could not resist her begging. He pressed a button so that a screen came down from the ceiling, and pulling up two chairs, he set up a projector, loaded it, and after switching off the lights, started screening.

His films were of girls. It was always the same treatment. A girl, a waitress in one film for instance, would appear, smile, and start to strip. When she had her snatch bare, she would spread it and show pink, moist flesh. Then there were the ass shots, and finally the girl would masturbate herself to a twitching climax.

As the guy watched, he seemed to get more and more excited. He licked his lips, breathed funny, and when Lisa put out an exploratory hand on his lap, she found that he was hard as a rock. Lisa did not waste any time. She unzipped the guy, took out his stiff penis, and mouthed it. She gave him gentle, warm head. She licked him and sucked him until he grabbed her hair and called her his little niece and then shot a big load of spunk into her mouth.

After she got him hard again, Lisa guided the guy's prick into her snatch and let him fuck her. He had some trouble getting off, but Lisa knew how to fix that with a stiff finger up his ass pressing on the prostate.

An hour later, she had the guy eating her cunt, slurping away, telling her that he hadn't been able to get off with a live girl for over five years, and that she was the first one who had been able to do it, and twice at that.

Julie let him suck her cunt while she gave more head, and brought the guy to a roaring come for a third time. She slept with the guy that night, and in the morning, sitting on the edge of the bed, a naked fifteen-year-old girl-and a damned pretty one at that-on his lap, the guy cupped Lisa's hind-cheeks and begged her to stay with him.

The girl smiled mysteriously without giving him an answer. Then her slim, cool fingers rolled his prick against her soft palm until it was hard enough for him to fuck. She straddled the silver-haired man and rode his prick, letting him see it as it slid in and out of her pussy. When the guy popped his nuts and chewed on the teenager's breasts, the girl said, "I think I'll stay for a while."