Naked Day – part 30 – Reunion
Introduction:
A screening of America’s Sweetheart for the family
Over 30 years since our story began. Nikki and Peter had divorced after 10 years, but then had gotten back together after another two. Nikki had finally convinced Peter to end the special events and enjoy themselves and smaller gatherings. Times had changed. After several years working for Nikki, Sandy got her CPA and eventually moved over to Helen Bernsten’s organization. She rose quickly and became Controller and eventually a VP. Her long time friend and lover Beth joined her after several years. They were a striking couple at any event. Johnny and Sally Jane (yes she had been right off the bus from Kansas) settled down and were happy. Both took bit parts in films. They raised their children to be open and free with each other. Cindy and I have had a good life. We enjoyed ourselves during her 20’s attending parties, sharing ourselves together with certain friends. Then shortly after her 29th birthday while snuggling nude in bed in our honesty zone she looked at me.
“Tim, I think I’m done with it.”
“With what?” For a fleeting moment I thought she was done with me.
“With the business. The lifestyle. It’s been a non stop whirlwind. I’m tired of it.”
“So what’s this mean? You joining a convent?”
“Ha no, silly man. I want you as long as you’ll have me. But I want only you from now on. Exclusive.”
“OK, whatever you want.”
“No, I want you to want it too. From now on yours is mine, only. And no other man’s cock crosses my lips, either set.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Even if I get old and fat?”
“No matter what you’ll still be you.” Plus I had Felipe’s prediction in the back of my mind.
“OK then, starting now.”
“Now is good.”
“Then I’m going to test out this equipment I just claimed.”
Cindy began stroking my penis. Bottom to tip. “Mmm, seems to be in working order. Let me take a test ride.” She climbed aboard. I thought that if I was going to have only one pussy for the rest of my life, this was a damn good one. Cindy’s muscles were still strong, could still work over my cock. Oh she rode me, slow, then fast, slow, fast, stretching, lifting. Encouraging me in my decision. She revives me then wears me down, to revive me again. America’s Sweetheart no more, she was my life and inspiration. And she was riding me, pleasuring herself and coaxing me to an explosive orgasm. The kind you feel right to your toes. Tension then beautiful release. Then she lay on me. Holding me between her legs. We had enough. Sandy, with Helen’s advice had invested some of Cindy’s earnings. Wisely. She had regular checks from her TV shows. I had started my own IT related business and could work from our home. Almost 10 years were done and America’s Sweetheart went away. Over the years there were a couple of ‘Where are they now’ articles. Everyone always somewhat surprised to find a happy couple, living a simple life. Cindy always said she didn’t miss the business. She did attend events for the 10th anniversary of the end of her sitcom. That was fun. She also helped with Peter’s Foundation to aid children. No one except a few friends and family know how she got it started.
“Are we ready to start Tim? I’m actually a little nervous.”
“Don’t worry you’ve seen it. You look great. Just a few more minutes. I’m waiting for one more.”
“Who would that be?”
“Just wait.”
We had a small movie room. Two rows and a few extra chairs in back. A very large TV up front. From the back of the room Kevin yelled, “Mel says we’re watching porn. Cool.” Sally turned to her kids, “It’s not porn. It’s art.” Then she joined us standing up front. “Are you sure you don’t mind them seeing this Cindy? You won’t be embarrassed?”
“It’s ok Sally. You guys have raised them to enjoy their sexuality. I’d be a hypocrite to say no. Nothing they haven’t seen before.”
The doorbell rang and I went to let in Helen Bernsten. Helen was about 83 now, and proud of it. She was mostly retired, but still a source of advice for everyone. As usual Helen entered and was the focus of attention. “My favorite people! You look wonderful. Cynthia, how can you be 50? I’m only a few years older now.” We laughed, then I showed Helen to a seat up front.
I quietly said to her, “You know what we’re showing right? That’s ok?”
“Tim my boy, I’m not too old for a thrill. And to see your wife in her prime again? Oh the memories. I hope YOU don’t disappoint.”
“Well then I guess we’re ready to go.”
Everyone settled in. I lowered the lights. I said, “tasteful comments are allowed.” I bowed, sat and hit play.
On the screen came the title – “America’s Sweetheart”, with a kiss mark over the T. That Gilbert, always classy. Then a white room, the white bed, soft piano music, on the right a door opens, in walks a vision, giving the impression of an angel approaching the bed. Felipe’s creation accentuating the curves, the lift of the breasts, the shapely legs, the sex on display. From the back, “Holy shit. Is that? Aunt Cindy, you were HOT!”
Sally whispering, “Kevin, sshh.”
Melissa to Chrissy, “The little triangle, so cute. I may do that.”
Attention, was all returned to the film when on screen Cindy said, “Good morning Tim, are you ready?” The camera switched over to me, I was nude, my dick hanging promising more.
“Uncle Tim looks pretty nice too.” I couldn’t tell if that was Mel or Chrissy. Too bad, someone would have gotten a better Christmas gift.
“I can’t believe we’re going to watch them doing it, but they were pretty hot when they were young.” That was the other twin.
“Watch and learn kids”, Ha, THAT was Sandy.
On screen, Cindy walked towards me. We met at the bottom of the bed. We kissed, closeups of our tongues meeting, Cindy’s curling up in a come to me motion. Lips touching, tongues probing, then back out to show Cindy, turning just enough for her bare ass to be on display, my left hand moving around to caress her ass cheek. Her left hand finding my cock, testing its length, then holding it. My hands come up behind Cindy caressing her back, sliding down her back, both hands cupping her cheeks holding tight, kissing. Then my hands both tracing the line of her body up, then unhooking the brassiere, letting it fall away, the camera moving to the side, our first view of Cindy’s breasts, sitting high floating, defying gravity, her pale nipples begging for attention. I balance her breasts in my hands, weigh them, holding them as I lean down to take one nipple in my mouth, sucking, licking, lightly pinching the other. Then up for a kiss. Cindy kissing me, on the lips, the cheek, the chin, the shoulder, my chest, my nipple, the down my stomach, to her knees, admiring the lack of hair, holding my cock up for inspection. Looking at it, pondering, stroking, then her tongue, starting at the base, then up up to the head. Sucking my head between her lips, into her mouth, her tongue underneath the head, moving from side to side, then taking my full length slowly, relentlessly, all the way into her mouth. Withdrawing just as slowly. I lift Cindy to her feet and draw her to the bed. I get on the bed head to the camera. Cindy kneels astride my head, the camera closes in, Cindy’s pussy inches from me. I use my hands on her first, touching, probing. Opening her lips, inserting a finger. My tongue darts out and makes contact. Cindy leans back and supports herself. She’s now stretched before the camera, head back, hair falling behind her. Her beautiful breasts sitting on her chest, her triangle of hair, dancing above my face. My tongue licks and teases her pussy, entering her, then licking around her lips, circling her clit, then repeating, finally two fingers inserted, finding her sensitive spot, while my tongue fully engages with her clitoris. Licking, sucking, flicking across it, Cindy, now vocal as her orgasm builds, nothing fake for the camera, this builds, she moans, then in quick succession, “oh, oh, oooh, aaah, eeee, oooooooh” as she rides my tongue, her hips bucking, body tensing, tits rocking, head rolling from side to side, “OH FUCK YES, FUCK YES”, short breathed pants, “oooh, so nice. ooh”
“God damn that’s so fucking hot”, Beth whispered loudly to Sandy. “Brings back memories.”
On screen, come down from her orgasmic bliss, Cindy rocks her head forward, her hair flips forward and covers half her face, she grins sexily and looks me in the eye. It’s obvious that this sexual being wants more, much more. Cindy scoots back on the bed, runs both hands over my cock, satisfied she plunges her mouth down on it, engulfing my member in one swift motion, then rising, my cock now well lubricated, she eases herself onto me, taking me. There’s no doubt who the star is of this show. This is a star turn, by one of the most sexual beings of her time. One who showed it to a relatively few people over several years, who was an innocent on TV, exuding a sense of sexy sweetness. America would be shocked, and frankly, many very pleased, to see their sweetheart as her sexual self, one who was and remains, for me at least, insatiable. The camera zooms just enough. Looking just fleetingly right into the camera at the moment of full penetration the viewer feels they are there with Cindy. With her hands braced on my chest she begins a rolling of the hips that causes continuous and various movements and connections between us. Rocking and sliding me in and out, Gilbert’s camera moves to the side, Cindy’s leg actually blocking view of my penis penetrating her. Her movements and reactions so vivid that the viewer would swear they were seeing the full act as in a hardcore movie. Cindy is sex, she is fucking me, using my body for satisfaction. And in giving that satisfaction I receive nothing but pure pleasure. I knead and fondle her breasts, flicking my thumbs on her nipples. Her neck arches back, her head rolls from side to side, her hair, moves, sways. She’s rolling through another wave of orgasm. She licks her lips, looks down at me urging me, coaxing me, then, “Tim, I need you, deep inside I need you. Cum for me love. Fill me as only you can my love. My only love.” I have no other role, I take Cindy by the waist, pull her tight on to me. The camera moves, now facing Cindy, we’re pubis to pubis, connected, I lift my hips, and again, holding Cindy to me. I revel in a powerful orgasm, filling her. She looks down at me, gripping me tightly as she feels me fill her. “Oh thank you Tim.” She lies down on me. “I love you.”
Fade to black.
Our audience broke into applause.
“So fucking hot.”
“Damn now I’m wet.”
“You guys were beautiful.”
“Told ya, Auntie can fuck!”
Helen, “That old prick Gilbert actually knew what he was doing. This could have made millions.”
“Helen, that’s the only copy.”
“Then have a digital copy made and lock it in a safe.
Cindy and I rose, turned and bowed. Sandy gave us both a hug. “You kept that well hidden. Wow, you freaks. That was epic.”
I was going to reply when Cindy looked up and said, “Oh no, not like that.”
I looked up to see Kevin in the back row, pants around his ankles. His obvious inheritance from Johnny pointing to the ceiling. Melissa was on her knees, licking his balls and lower cock. Chrissy hovered over him trying to get it in her mouth. She was gagging at 4-5 inches. Sally looked horrified, “How could you? Really kids, in front of everyone?”
“But Mom, they were so hot. The best porn I’ve ever seen.”
Cindy said to Sally, “It’s ok. We were young once.” And pointed at the now blank screen. Then she looked at me, “Just one more time? For the kids.”
“For educational purposes only Cindy.”
Cindy smiled at me, then turned to her nieces, while eyeing Kevin’s very long cock. He had Johnny’s length and maybe more width. “Bring him up here girls. Let Aunt Cindy show you how it’s done.”
The girls brought him down and sat him front and center. Cindy said, “I don’t know what that’ll do so let’s not ruin this. And she pulled her shirt over her head revealing a very nice Felipe creation in light green. Cindy had continued to indulge in Felipe lingerie over the years. Even when he started tut tutting her some years back. He told her, “A shame, I will need to adjust the measurements, but gravity and time, they are evil bitches”. Cindy also removed the bra revealing breasts that a much younger woman would kill for.
“Fuck that bitch”, Beth said, kind of jokingly. Sandy laughed but told her, “I like your hanging hooters.”
Helen said, “Not bad at all. I was just past your age when we met, but already sagging.”
Nikki admired Cindy’s boobs, but then she’d had her DD breasts greatly reduced ten years ago. She had asked for Cindy’s but had been happy with what she got. The twins looked at Cindy
shouted ‘whoo hoo’ and pulled their tank tops down. Two very nice sets were now also on display. They bounced and jiggled as only the young can. Cindy’s hung a bit, but her nipples sat in the right spot in good if no longer perfect proportion. Unfazed by the reactions, Cindy approached her nephew. The twins watched closely. “Now pay attention”, Cindy said to her nieces. “It’s body control and determination.”
Cindy stroked Kevin feeling his thickness, testing his length. It had been a long time. Could she do it? She bent over in front of Kevin, her tits hanging and swaying before the young man.
Taking a breath she began to take her nephew’s swollen cock in her mouth. Holding him tight to maintain control she continued taking more and more. She had soon passed the point Chrissy had reached earlier. He was entering her throat.
“Oh shit Aunt Cindy. Oh shit.”
“Hold on Kev,” Sandy instructed.
Beth said, “She’s not fitting all that.”
Simultaneously Sandy and I said, “Just watch.”
She passed 6 inches. Then a little more. She’s likely never had this thickness so far back. Stretching her throat. Then she paused, put her arms straight out to the side, gathered herself and lowered herself all the way. The twins were shocked and in awe. Cindy raised herself keeping maybe four inches in her mouth, squeezed Kevin’s balls, sucked back to the top and looked at her nephew. Looked him in the eye and said, “Go ahead Kevin, it’s ok.” The kid needed no more encouragement. He grunted, tensed and shot a load that would have overflowed his sisters’ mouths. Cindy swallowed and swallowed, getting it all. Kissed the top of Kevin’s dick. Stood and turned to the amazed girls. “That young ladies, is how it’s done.”
She looked at me and smiled, “That should hold me for another 20.”
The twins hugged her, and that was a nice mix of tits if there ever was one. Sandy raised Cindy’s arm, which still had a nice effect on her boobs and declared her, “Still champion cocksucker of the east coast.” Peter chimed in, “and the west coast.”
When everyone was properly dressed we had dinner and told old stories long into the night.
It has been quite a ride.
