Shooting in Hannah - Version Alpha
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I'm sure most of you have said, "If I only
knew then what I know
now," on one or more occasions in your life. I
know I have.
And in more than one case, it
had to do with
women in general and Hannah in particular.
It would have been nice, for
example, to know that she was completely comfortable with our new
I think that was for multiple
One, she really did trust me.
That sounds simple but it's
really quite complicated. Her trust was on
She trusted me not to
tell anybody she was having sex. She trusted me to do, basically, what
wanted and not to push for more. She trusted me to genuinely care about her and love her and keep
Another part of this is that a woman never
forgets losing her
If that happens under happy
circumstances, then it's a really good memory that can make her horny
"loss" had been under happy circumstances.
Yet another part was more mercenary.
Not that there was any money
involved, but I think that, in some ways, I think she reversed things on me. I had told her I wanted her to be my cum bucket. Yes I had been trying to shock her but the fact was that I didn't want any other penises in her. Maybe ever. I knew that was ridiculous, but it was how I felt. Ironically, I think she thought of me as her own, personal, living dildo, or at least sex toy.
Not that she was unfeeling about that. She assumed I felt the same way, or would, sooner or later. I was available, handy, a complete secret, and satisfying in the extreme. And it cost her nothing to get all that advantage.
Finally, as happens with some people, she
assumed that what she believed
was the truth, and inviolate.
right about what she wanted for us. To her it was really that simple.
had faith that it would all work out and
that nothing would go wrong.
I, on the other hand, wasn't so complacent
I worried about getting caught. I
about getting her pregnant. I worried about people looking at me and
something was off, or strange, or something.
I worried that I'd only been
half kidding when I told her I wanted her
to be my sex slave. Basically I worried about everything.
A confident woman, though, in the absence
of violence or conspiracy and all that sort of thing, is an immutable
force of nature.
didn't live in a world where anyone
wanted to be violent with her, or conspire to ruin her dreams.
I won't say we arrived at where we are
today by along the primrose path. It wasn't
But she knew what she wanted
and she basically badgered me into compliance with her terms.
What were those terms? I
could list them. They became folded into my whole lifestyle.
I can give examples,
but that's all.
One is that, after banishing me from her
room so she could plot how to
avoid dating without building Steve's reputation, later that night she
into my room.
She was wearing a T shirt
She came to my bed and
removed the panties immediately. Then
climbed on top of me and sat on my thighs.
"Hi," she said, as if it were the most
normal thing in the world
for her to act like she was acting.
I put my book down but said nothing.
"I need a favor," she said.
"No," I responded.
"Oh, come on," she wheedled.
"No," I said, stubbornly.
At that point, it didn't
matter what the favor was. Doing the last favor for her was what got me into this pickle. Granted the favor I was thinking about had been done over a year earlier, but that didn't matter. It was so strong in my mind that I responded to it verbally.
"If you want to tell Mom and Dad about me going to the mall instead of Kevin's, fine. Tell them. No favors."
She actually laughed, and then lay down on me and tried to kiss me.
I turned my head but
eventually she got what she wanted. I
had to admit it was a nice kiss.
She pushed up on her arms and stared down
"Everything will be fine," she said. "I
"You can't promise that," I argued.
"We'll be careful," she said.
"What if Mom or Dad came in here and found
you like this?"
"They could wake up."
"When was the last time either of them came
in your room after
I couldn't answer that one. I
to change the subject.
"What do you want?"
In answer, she pulled the T shirt over her
head, making herself naked.
"I want you to suck my nipples," she said.
"Damn, Hannah," I groaned.
"You don't want to? I
you're tired of sucking all those nipples of the girls you take out on
"You know I don't get that far," I said.
"Neither did any of the guys I went out
with," she said. "I
still want to know what it feels like, though."
"If I do that I'll get a boner and then you
know what I'll want to
do," I said.
She leaned down to kiss me, a fairly short,
but warm peck.
"I might let you," she whispered.
You can see how even a man with strong
convictions might be drawn off track
by persistent temptation.
I sucked her nipples. She decided that she
liked that a lot, and that it
was a very good thing she'd never allowed Steve to do so.
Then she rolled over and spread her thighs
in welcome, letting me sink into
her silky depths again.
I remember a lot more about this time, such
as the feel of her clasping,
tight pussy squeezing my prick just as hard as I could have with my own hand, and how good it felt to slide it in and
I remember her legs crossing
back and squeezing. I remember her whispering not to stop.
remember her head turning back and forth on
top of a mass of dark hair and her grabbing a pillow to scream into
And I remember feeling my spooge rising,
leaving my balls, and knowing I
should pull out ... but not doing that.
In fact, I remember starting to, pulling out of that heat until all but the tip of my cock was in the cool air. But then I pushed as deep into
her as I could get as the soothing
jets of semen left my body to become part of hers.
That's one example. There
others. She started dating again, but never went out with a guy more
in a row. She did a lot of "group dating" which meant she was 'with'
some guy, but in a crowd.
generated emotion in her and sometimes she got pretty wound up if she really liked the guy. But it was too dangerous for her to let loose with one of them. In later years she would explain that, the way she looked at it back then was that she wouldn't be ready to have a permanent relationship with any guy until she was in college, at the soonest. So it didn't matter if she really liked the high school boy she was out with. He just never had a chance. She'd enjoy being with him, even enjoy getting sexually excited by him, but only because she knew she could always come home from those dates and "unwind" with me.
One of those was after she went out with Henrique dos Santos, a foreign
exchange student from Brazil. He took her dancing and when she got home
came to my room and sat on the bed.
"Have a good time?" I asked.
"Great time," she said. "He's dreamy."
"So you gonna go out with him again?"
made my panties
"I thought that was a good thing," I said.
"No, that's a bad thing. When my panties get wet I
want to let
a boy do too much."
"Has any girl ever played with your cock?"
"Uh ... no," I admitted.
"I wanted to see Enrique's. I
wanted to touch it," she said.
"So now you want to see mine instead?"
"Of course," she said. "I've never had a
chance to just play
with it and see what it's like."
"You got it," I said.
Ten minutes later she was learning how to
jack a guy off.
She had a lot of fun doing
that, and was
fascinated with my foreskin. She giggled a lot when it went off, making a mess everywhere. Except then she was horny and my cock
So she taught me how to
get a girl off with my fingers.
You wouldn't believe how difficult and time-consuming that is!
It was after a group date that something
This bunch of kids decided to
go to a movie
and then they went for ice cream at the mall.
She was "with" a guy named
Tony but he seemed more interested
in another girl.
She didn't really care
because Tony didn't make her panties wet.
But while they were eating
ice cream she talked to Monica Hodges who, at
one point, looked Hannah dead in the eyes and said, "You're good at
I bet you'd be good at licking pussy, too."
Turned out Monica likes both
boys and girls.
Hannah didn't lick Monica's pussy that
night, but when she came home, she
wanted to know what getting one's pussy licked felt like.
she thought she'd understand Monica
And there was no way I was
to pass up getting my first taste of quim.
We both loved it. The
was that after she had an orgasm she wanted something deeper in her
tongue and I was fired up.
She let me
put it in her again and this time, when I felt the urge to cum, I
think about pulling out.
I just pushed
hard and enjoyed the ecstasy of shooting in Hannah.
Enough guys asked her to blow them that
eventually she said she wanted to
try that with me.
She was pretty
hesitant about it, I'll tell you that.
She got my cock hard (which
required only that she come to my room in
her sleeping shirt), and then crawled on my bed to lie on her side
She jacked on me for a bit
leaned over to kiss the tip.
"I don't know, Bobby," she said, jacking it
"Think of it as a Tootsie Roll Pop," I
It took another five minutes, but finally
my foreskin was all the way back
and the tip of my cock was all the way in her mouth. Her lips sealed
behind the crown and I felt her tongue dance over the tip.
minutes after that she was a confirmed cocksucker.
loved it that much and, as they say, you
can't get preggers if the sperm's in your stomach.
There were other times when she didn't go
on a date and just wanted to
spend time with me.
We didn't even
always have sex.
She was really
cognizant of her cycle. The whole point of all this was not getting
So she wouldn't let me in her
if it was a dangerous part of her cycle.
She knew I wouldn't pull out,
even if she asked me to.
She knew that just like I had
to shooting Hannah for her portfolio, I was now addicted to shooting in
Graduation day was a big deal.
Hannah had her cap and gown
and our parents were all excited. When
it was time to go, Hannah looked at Mom
and Dad and said, "Would you guys mind going ahead and letting me drive
Dad said, "Sure, honey. We know parents are
He grinned. "Promise me
careful. This would be a rotten time to get in an accident."
"Bob can come with me," she said. "To make
sure I obey all
the traffic laws," she said.
"I guess that would be okay."
He looked at me.
"Do I have to?" I groaned.
I knew what they expected.
"Look at it as your graduation present to
her," said our mother.
"Okay," I said, dragging it out.
Ten minutes later Hannah was sitting on top
of me, dressed in her cap and
gown, my penis firmly planted in her graduating pussy.
"This is your graduation present to
me," she said, rocking
Ten minutes later I groaned, "No, this is my graduation present
to you," and let my prick fire off in her hot pussy.
Two hours later I got stiff in my pants
again, sitting right beside my
parents, as Hannah walked across the stage.
I got hard because I knew my
sperm was still swimming around in her
pussy ... right there in front of everybody.
The funny (sad) part about that was that after I couldn't see her anymore, every girl who walked across the stage after that made me wonder if her pussy had some guy's sperm in it, too.
That summer I experienced a whole range of
I was sad that my sister
would be going away
to college, and not just because I wouldn't have a warm body to lie
We'd gotten lax about that -
staying in bed together after having sex.
Our parents' behavior was as
reliable as an atomic clock.
They got up the same time
every day and what
they did after that was just as predictable. But it was still dangerous
for us to
be in bed together while they were awake.
I was elated because right after graduation
Hannah went to Mom and said
that, if she was going to college, it was probably a good idea for her
to be on
Mom cried a little bit, but
two days later Hannah took her first birth control pill.
looked forward to being able to cum in her
anytime I wanted to without all those twinges of worry.
I was terrified a couple of times when,
within the month the doctor said
she'd still be fertile, I came in Hannah when I shouldn't have.
tried to control myself, but Hannah had
crossed over that bridge too, and when she whispered, "I love it when
spurt in me," it was impossible not to do just that.
I was happy as a lark in July, when she was
protected by the pill and it
seemed to increase her libido.
sex almost every day from then until she got in our parents' old car
off to college.
Then I was miserable.
School started again. I
a senior, but it was hard to find the joy, at least at first.
By Thanksgiving I'd gotten a
Hannah and I Skyped
frequently and I knew all
about her college experience.
in a dorm and told me to do whatever I could to avoid that when I went
She said it was noisy
and cramped and there was no privacy.
Just before Thanksgiving she said she had a
surprise, but wouldn't tell me
what it was.
"You'll find out at
Thanksgiving dinner," she said.
When she got there ... she had a guy with
her. A guy at least two or three
years older than she was.
"This is Paul," she said, introducing him
"He goes to the Vermeer
Institute of the
It's in Claymore, too."
"How nice to meet you," said Mom, who had
no idea there would be
an extra guest for Thanksgiving dinner. "Are you two a couple?"
My gut tightened.
"Oh no," said Paul.
"I'm gay. When I saw
Hannah, I knew she had to be my final
project. I approached her and we've been planning that since then."
It turned out Paul was pursuing a degree in
He'd been hanging around the
union, looking for people to photograph when he saw Hannah.
talked to her and it came out that she had
wanted to be a model and even had a portfolio.
She'd taken that with her to
When he talked her into
letting him look at it, he pointed out the
issues with the photographs and said that was probably why she got no
when she sent it in.
"They get thousands of portfolios," he
said. "If it's
obvious a professional photographer wasn't involved, they toss it
automatically. They shouldn't do that, but it's an industry custom.
have so many to choose from that
disregarding some good ones doesn't hurt them."
But he also saw, in those pictures I'd
taken, real promise, and he
suggested that she work with him on his final project and create a real, professional looking portfolio.
They became buddies of a sort, and since he
had no family, she invited him
to Thanksgiving dinner at our house.
It was interesting. Paul
first gay person Mom or Dad had ever spent any personal time with.
I knew a few people I thought might be gay, but
it takes extraordinary courage to come out in high school, so I wasn't
I didn't care, really. One
guy I thought was gay was in my chemistry
class and we got paired up to do an experiment.
He was okay, just another
guy, as far as I could tell.
Then he asked me if I was gay.
When I said I wasn't, he just
You never go out with girls so I thought ..." I
asked him not to spread that rumor and he
said, "Don't worry. I have secrets of my own to keep."
He and I didn't become friends or anything,
but we didn't avoid each other
So knowing Paul was gay didn't bother me
My parents were awkward, at
By the time Paul had talked
photography for half an hour, and how he planned on getting Hannah an
with a major modeling agency, I think they forgot about his sexual
and just saw him as one of Hannah's friends.
Of course it didn't hurt that he took a
portrait of Mom and Dad, and then a
whole family portrait, and gave Mom the thumb drive so she could get
So now you know how Valerie Winston became
a famous model.
Apparently "Hannah Pondusky"
a sexy name, at least in the opinion of the modeling agency who hired
her first job.
They weren't the last to
She worked her way through
college modeling and then she got picked by Sports Illustrated to go in
issue of the swimsuit edition.
one of the topless models, with her breasts covered by her still-long
After that her career took off and now she
makes the big bucks.
She's one of the new strain
of models who
refuse to get so skinny their ribs show, and get hired anyway.
The big fashion houses still
resist hiring models with normal bodies,
but it's hard to discount a woman who gets literally tens of thousands of
every month and has a following in social media in the millions.
And what happened to me?
Well, she needed a manager and an agent and
a personal assistant.
I was majoring in secondary
an emphasis on physical education, and as part of that I started taking
By the time I graduated
from college I had also graduated from a course in the Emerson Combat
I didn't know a heck of a lot
about being a personal assistant to a famous supermodel ... but I made
of a good bodyguard.
She hired a manager and agent. The personal
assistant stuff I was able to learn.
After that I went everywhere with her, all
over the world.
That meant I also had to live with
She had a rash of "flings" with men, like
lots of famous women
do, but never made any permanent connections with any of them. Nobody
her to. Everybody loved imagining who would finally claim the prize
they would have enjoyed some guy actually doing it.
One reason those guys came and went was
because Valerie Winston wouldn't
have sex with them.
She made it look like
they were having that kind of relationship. That was required ...
by both the public and those men. More
than once, when a man realized he wouldn't be getting his dick wet he
like, "You can't do this Valerie. My reputation is at stake!"
she'd say something like, "Don't
worry. We'll make sure everybody thinks you're getting in my panties
She'd hang on their
arms at events, and kiss them in public and all that sort of thing.
At night, though, the only man who shared
her bed was ... her bodyguard.
I only had to use my fighting skills three
times over the next ten
I trained every day, though,
eventually Hannah got curious about it.
So I started training her,
It was interesting when we
spent an hour grappling and ended up making
love on the mat, sweaty and hot. That
seemed appropriate, since the sex was hot and sweaty as well.
Modeling is a tough job, a grueling job.
A lot of models burn out,
either mentally or physically.
I saw the signs after ten
years and pressed
her to back off.
She'd banked most of
her money and had plenty to "retire" on. The
kicker was that I told her we could spend
more than a couple of days on some sun-soaked island in the Caribbean,
the coast of Greece, without having to work while she did it.
Instead of vacationing on an island, she
bought a villa on one.
We were lucky, because it wasn't until
she'd cut down to one or two jobs a
year that the protection we'd relied on all those years failed us and
one of my
sperm fucked one of her eggs while my cock was fucking her pussy.
Rumors flew all over the industry.
Who had gotten Valerie
Winston pregnant? Was this the end of her career?
Turns out there's lots of work for pregnant
models, too, especially
world-famous smoking hot ones.
She's nursing our daughter, Angelique now,
sitting in the nursery topless,
leaning back in an antique rocker while the greedy little girl sucks sustenance from her
When she's full I might get a
And then her mother will lie back on the
big bed in the master bedroom and
lift her knees up, spreading them to open herself to her lover,
assistant, bodyguard ... and brother.
She didn't start taking the pill again
after Angelique pushed her way into
She loved having all those photographers
Turns out she loves being a mother even
And wants another baby to love.
That's where I come in.
The photographers shoot Hannah.
I shoot in her.
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