Generations

“There's my sexy secretary”

She had expected to walk in to find a crying woman. A groupie who thought having sex with the elderly rocker would be the start of a whirlwind romance, the realization hitting hard. Instead, his companion was a guy in a towel, her first thought was that he had experimented with homosexuality.

Then she spotted the family resemblance, not that there should have been a family resemblance between him and his sister-in-law's son.

“You remember Kenny, my nephew? I've been sharing my experience with him, now that he's got his first record deal.”

She guessed by “experience” he meant “illegal substances”. She had never met Kenny, he was probably thinking of his last assistance. “Hi Kenny. What is the emergency?”

“I'm going to teach Kenny how to treat women, but we lacked women.”

His normal way of treating women was to go after young, stupid girls. Then when they were dazzled with his stardom, he fed them booze and drugs. The lesson wouldn't take long.

“Kenny, show her what your working with, loose the towel.”

Kenny dropped the towel, he swayed as he stood on show for her. She wondered what he had taken, and how much. From between his legs rose a long, curved cock, it seemed almost a foot in length. She had heard shaving made it look bigger, but she doubted it was just an illusion.

“Bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's”

She had been single for over a month. It was hard enough to fend off the rocker's advances with the excuse of a boyfriend she felt that telling him would have been a bad idea. For the past month, she had been satisfying herself with an implement which bore a striking resemblance to the member on offer.

An involuntary dampness sprang between her legs. As if taking a cue from loins the rest of her body decided to betray her, he heart started to beat faster, her chest swelled with heavy breathing and her cheeks burned red.

“Well, I've never seen you blush before. Kenny, let her get a real close look at it.”

As he approached, she knew she should say something, but her mouth refused. She should have turned and left, going home and fucking herself with the imitation of Kenny until she forgot all about him, but her feet refused to move.

Kenny took her hand and placed it on his soft tip. The warmth of him travelled up her arm, the realness of him was too much to turn down. She closed her hand around him, giving in to him.

His hands pushed her skirt up. As he dragged her panties down her legs, the skirt stayed up, exposing her. Unlike him, she wasn't shaved, he didn't seem to mind.

With no attempt at foreplay, he drove up into her. She called out to God, clinging onto him, as she felt him force deep into her. If it hadn't been for her month of celibacy and her arousal at the sight of him, it would have been painful; instead it was just a shock of being filled by something so large.

Over his shoulder, she saw his uncle watching with a massive grin on his face.

Kenny pulled her legs around him, lifting her from the floor, high heels dangling in the air. He turned so he could lean against the table that ran the length of the dressing room. With a slight shift of his body, she felt herself slip even further down him.

Her legs gripped tight around his waist. His hands held her against him, as he thrust his long cock into her. Another set of hands reached from behind her, plucking at the buttons of her white blouse. Thin cotton slid across her bare breasts catching momentarily on erect nipples before falling open.

With her breasts freed, the hands moved down her body, she felt the rough fingers on her ass, stroking her soft skin. If it wasn't for the throbbing rod inside her she would have panicked, would have stopped him; instead all she could do was moan.

His soft head pushed against her tight hole. Her body twitched as he applied pressure. Then he forced inside her. Any pain was masked by her body trying to contain the excitement of her sensitive, hot flesh squeezed between two bulging members.

It felt as if the presence of each, made the other grow in size. Like her body would explode as they drove into her. Pinned between two generations of a rock dynasty, she felt her body overwhelmed.

Hands moved over her skin, stroking her thighs and her ass, groping her breasts. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the moment. She felt her orgasm rising like magma in a volcano, ready to break through and erupt. Every thrust inside her pushed her temperature higher until she felt her skin was on fire.

The magma breached, her orgasm erupting through her body, lava seared through her veins. Muscles gripped the two rods inside her, squeezing them tightly. She bucked between them, forcing their orgasms. The three of them merged into a writhing orgasmic mass. Grunts, moans and cries filling the dressing room.

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