I answered the door to find my young neighbor standing there with a measuring cup.
"Borrow? Does that mean you're going to give it back when you're done?"
"You could...what?" I prompted with a slight smile. "I'm just giving you a hard time, Sally. Sure, come on in. I'll get you some sugar."
"Your mom doesn't want you to...?...well, ok. But the sugar is inside, so you'll have to come in to get it."
She nodded, not looking at me, but suddenly fascinated with all the lights and backdrops and video equipment she could see through the vestibule into my studio. I used the opportunity to study her. I had lived here next to Sally and her parents for quite a few years now and had watched her as she'd gone from a gawky adolescent climbing trees and scraping knees to a gawky teenager in a training bra and still climbing trees. She was still gawky - and still a teen - although today she was trying really hard not to be, dressed in short black boots and a schoolgirl mini-skirt that zipped from the back. She was wearing a t-shirt that was ripped up the middle to show off her pale freckled belly, and I could tell she was trying really hard to get my attention. Straight red hair that hung to her shoulders in a pixie cut framed her face and that combined with her pale skin and extra-red lipstick on thin oval lips made her look like a young girl playing dress-up. And she was tiny. She probably only stood about 4'8" in her stocking feet and if she weighed more than 95 pounds, I'd be surprised. Sitting on my couch, bony knees pressed together and shoulders hunched over while she stared at the floor, she appeared extremely young.
Here's the thing. I'm a pornographer. I shoot movies in my home and in my backyard, mostly gonzo amateur stuff. I've filmed some gang bangs, and some bukkake here and there. You'd be surprised how little you have to pay a stripper for letting a bunch of men cum all over her face. I'm accessible and I like to do amateur stuff, so I also have husbands that write me so I can set scenarios up for their wives, those are probably my favorite. Sometimes, if they're from out of town, we'll make a weekend of it and put the wife through her paces with a whole weekend of debauchery, taking her to strip clubs and having her suck off all the guys in a bachelor party, or to gloryholes, or theaters, or whatever. I've been doing it for years and make a pretty good living at it, not enough that I can retire on, but enough where I don't have to do a regular 9 to 5. Most of the neighbors know what I do but we all pretend I'm an independent salesman and nobody gives me a hard time about it. I'm low-key and a nice guy and I've got a big privacy fence in the back, so most of them just let me be.
It was a blowbang. I had Marcia (a hot little Mexican with amazing lips) blow 12 guys outside around my pool. It didn't take very long. Most of the guys dumped all over her open mouth pretty quickly - I think the entire shoot took about an hour and a half. Marcia was awesome - one of those chicks who loves cum so much you almost think she would do this even if she wasn't getting paid. The guys blew all over her eager mouth and she scooped up everything she missed and swallowed like a starving woman. She made a joke about how that's how she wants to go out, drowning in cum, and all the guys laughed.
"Hey, Mr. Jackson. Hi, Mr. Jackson. Can you see me?"
She was waving at me from the branches above my fence. I could see her straddling a large branch and facing my direction. She had a clear view of my backyard and the area where Marcia had just had about 10 feet of cock shoved into her mouth.
"For a while."
"I didn't see anything."
"I'm doing it, silly. I'm only up in this tree because my friends dared me like when we were kids and then they all left to get cake. And so I'm here. Watching you."
At that moment, Marcia came out of the house with a robe on and padded over to me in bare feet. When she reached me, she shrugged the robe off and let if fall to the patio floor. She giggled and played with her tits for a moment before dropping to her knees in front of me and started to unbuckle my pants. This wasn't part of our deal or anything, I don't let the business and the pleasure mix like this, generally speaking. Marcia just likes to suck cock. And I like getting my cock sucked. That's all this was.
I thought about trying to stop Marcia, at least get her to go in the house with me, but even though she had just sucked off a dozen guys, I knew by the look on her face that she wasn't going to stop until she had pulled her 13th load of the day. She held my cock in her hand for a moment, staring at it. I looked over at the tree. Sally stared too. My cock isn't the biggest but it's not bad - 8 inches and thick. I wondered if it was the first cock Sally had ever seen. Marcia bent her head forward and started licking it. I relaxed and let her do her thing. And I had to admit to myself - I wanted to see how this would play out - Sally was staring like she was looking at a three-headed snake. Her mouth was open, agape, as Marcia did what she's best at.
So now here we are a week later, and Sally is sitting on my couch in what I'm sure was the sluttiest outfit she could find in her closet. Her tiny little skirt barely covered her ass cheeks and as I brought the sugar back from the kitchen, she crossed and uncrossed her legs just enough to give me a quick glimpse of tiny white panties.
"Um, uh, no, I think..." she started, moving farther back into the couch cushions. I looked down at her eyeing me warily from the couch. She was biting her bottom lip nervously and looking up at me with what she probably thought was a coquettish look. I smiled down at her. She was here because of what she saw from the tree last week, we both knew it. I wondered if her mom even knew she was here. The more I thought about it, the more unlikely that seemed. I'd met Sally's mom and she was a cold fish - she left me and my activities alone, but the scorn in her eyes whenever we saw each other in the neighborhood told me what she thought of my lifestyle. No, I thought, there was no way she would send Sally over here for sugar. If she wanted sugar that bad, she would have told Sally to go to any other house except mine. Conclusion - mom didn't know she was here and Sally wasn't here for sugar.
"Um, hi, Mr. Jackson, my mom wanted me to ask you if you had a cup of sugar she could borrow?"
She giggled and tossed her shoulder length red hair. "Um, I don't know, I mean, she's making cookies. I could..."
"Um, my mom said I shouldn't come inside. She's watching."
She bit her bottom lip and looked over at her house, passing the measuring cup from hand to hand. Finally, she smiled nervously and nodded slightly. I held the screen door open for her and then she was inside. I could tell she was nervous so I moved slowly, taking the measuring cup from her hand and gesturing her in to have a seat on the couch. "Relax," I said. "I'll be right back. A cup, right?"
But she was older than she looked. She had turned 18 a week ago. I only knew that because I saw the signs in the neighborhood directing people to her house to help her celebrate. I think that party is the reason Sally is here now actually. And also the reason her mother doesn't want her coming in my house.
The predicament here is that Sally's parents have an oak tree in their backyard and like I said, Sally knows how to climb trees. And last week at her party, I guess she was showing off for her friends when she climbed that tree and saw what I do in my backyard.
And then they left. Marcia went in the house to take a shower. I sat down on one of the lawn chairs by the pool and went through some of the footage, making mental notes about editing. I was re-watching Marcia swallow her third load when I heard a noise off to my right. I looked over toward the edge of my property but couldn't see anything. The privacy fence that surrounded my property was usually a good sound barrier but this sound wasn't coming from behind the fence. It was coming from the gigantic oak tree above the fence. And it was words.
"What? Who is...? Oh, Sally. Hi. How are you?"
"How long have you been up there," I asked, worried about what she may have seen.
"That's not what I asked. But okay. Do you..." I didn't know what I was going to ask her. I was only trying to buy time, to think about what she may have seen with Marcia and the guys. "Do you...have plans for your birthday?"
"Ah, I see," I said. King of the comebacks, that's me. "Well, Sally, I hope I didn't..."
I looked toward the tree. Sally was watching with wide eyes at what was happening. Her mouth was open in an "I don't believe this" gape, but her eyes sparkled in a way that I had seen before in a lot of other women. She was feeling her first lust.
Marcia sucked my cock like a hoover, up and down. The whole time she sucked me, I watched Sally in the tree, eyes as wide as manhole covers and I was afraid she was going to fall. Marcia sucked my cock with amazing skill, slurping up and down and gagging herself on it like she was starving for it, like she hadn't just sucked off 12 other men half an hour ago. I grabbed her head in both hands and started slamming her face down on my cock, but the whole time, I was staring at Sally in the tree, pumping Marcia's mouth while thinking about Sally, so young and innocent, watching this debauchery. I felt the urge to cum rise up in my cock and stood from the chair while still pumping in and out of Marcia's mouth. I turned her head so that when I came, Sally would be able to see it pumping into her mouth. My cum shot into Marcia's mouth and all over her outstretched tongue, three or four big squirts which made her moan hungrily. She licked and sucked until all of it was gone, using her fingers to push any excess into her mouth. I locked eyes with Sally and smiled, then I reached down and grabbed my softening cock and pointed it at her while shaking it slowly back and forth across Marcia's still outstretched tongue. Sally stared back at me for a minute with a strange combination of lust and shock in her eyes, then slowly started making her way down from the tree.
I walked up with the sugar. "Here ya go," I said. I handed her the cup but stood over her almost menacingly while I did it, moving my right leg between her knees so she couldn't move away except backward. She did, leaning back against the couch and looking up at me with a strange expression in her eyes. Lust or fear? Probably a combo of both. "Anything else?" I asked.