Mothers and Daughters Ch. 06

Larry was not a stupid man, but his ego was too big to countenance a suspicion that he was not really desirable to a worthwhile woman. After all his good looks and physique attracted women like flies to honey. But any woman with half a brain quickly lost interest in him as she got to truly know him. Even the empty headed women who stuck with him longer eventually saw no future and left him. He was not introspective enough to analyze why he had never had a lasting relationship with any woman. Since he had a roving eye and loved the variety of women that he had fucked he had not up to this point felt deprived.

However, upon meeting Pamela, easily by far the most accomplished, talented and interesting woman he had ever encountered, he formed an instantly instinctive desire to have a relationship with her. His formulated strategy was to put his best foot forward. To attract her he felt it was imperative to advise her of all his good points. Unfortunately for him he was not cognizant that his self aggrandizing method to woo females had the opposite effect of turning them off on him.

In fact Pamela was bored to tears by his one sided dialogue. She had no interest in sports generally never mind college football. She had not even ever watched a football game neither college nor professional. Therefore, she had not the foggiest notion of many of the things he was talking about. She sensed that he expected that she would be knowledgeable and so she feigned interest by grunting at convenient appropriate spots. She actually was amazed that he evidently was not interested in learning anything about her or her career despite having asserted being a fan of her and her music.

Pamela, though, admirably hung in there. For one thing she had permission from her mother to fuck him. Of course, Pamela was an adult with a strong mind who could be very determined when she wanted to be. However, Hannah was her mother and manager and agent of her career as well, so she always picked her battles with her mother carefully. Besides she completely trusted her mother's business acumen and judgments. So when Hannah laid down the law not to fuck her dates as it would prove to be injurious to her career, Pamela complied, even though she was always tempted to give in to her base sexual nature. Mind you she would not have had the discipline to remain chaste in such situations had it not been for the outlet to sex with the men of the TLR.

Pamela, though, found it ironic that for the first time she had the green light to fuck her date, he has not pushing her buttons. And damn it thought Pamela; it was not like she hid her buttons but rather laid them out for him. As she continued to contemplate, a positive sign was that Larry was at least ten years younger than most of the men she was used to fucking at the TLR. So perhaps Larry could compensate for his dweeb personality by providing some very vigorous fucking that she craved. So, Pamela patiently appeared enthralled with him as she emitted overt signals that she was fuckable. Larry was not oblivious to the vibes from Pamela and he was pleased with himself of his apparent conquest. With the demeanor of a man confident that he was going to get laid, he invited Pamela to his hotel room. As she readily accepted his offer, he could not help thinking that he was THE STUD.

As soon as they reached his room, he immediately attacked her by kissing her and groping her breasts. Now Pamela did not mind rough sex and in fact reveled in it. Still, Pamela needed some lead time in foreplay to prepare her hormones. She did not require much but Larry was too brutal even for her. As he was pushing her dress off her shoulders to get naked access to her boobs, she could feel no buzz; no sense of excitement, and her vagina remained dry. She shuddered as she realized he was going to fuck her before she would be ready.

As her big tits became exposed, he pawed at them savagely, bruising them. Usually, the manhandling of her boobs sent Pamela into exquisite ecstasy, but Larry's manipulations only caused her pain with no hint of pleasure forthcoming. She just became more turned off and being turned off from sex was a sensation she had never experienced before; in fact she had previous believed such sensation would have been impossible for her.

As Larry continued his foreplay (?), Pamela's mind was conflicted with sensations previously not experienced. As Larry was obviously going to fuck her, she was curious of her own reaction. In some respects, she felt she must be feeling what a woman who was truly being raped would be feeling. However unlike a rape victim, she did not fear Larry nor dread the inevitable sex. But she never had had a cock in her cunt where her cunt was as dry as it continued to remain now. She wondered if it would be the same feeling as when she had a cock up her ass without any lubricant. Then she chastised herself for harboring such useless trivial thoughts which had the only effect of keeping her normal carnal lusts at bay.

Then noticing that Larry was completely aroused and acting like he was going to tear her dress off her, she stepped back and said, "Please Larry, don't rip my dress. It was specially sewn for me by commission of a top fashion designer and I dearly treasure it. Let me take it off and we can continue on the bed."

With this said they each undressed leaving their clothes in a puddle on the floor. As Pamela demurely got on the bed, Larry pounced on her and got her into the missionary position. Without further ado, he penetrated her, unconcerned by her discernable uneasiness. He took her so quickly that she was totally unprepared and continued to remain completely dry in her vagina. She literally squealed in pain as it was more intolerable then when she lost her virginity. She gritted her teeth as she started meeting his thrusts and hoping for some relief to appear soon.

Larry was used to seducing countless females so that when he was about to fuck Pamela, he was in his normal element. However as soon as he penetrated her, his mind took cognizance that he was fucking Pamela Rose; not just any Pamela Rose but the PAMELA ROSE; Pamela Rose the singer and world renowned beauty; even better looking in person and certainly great looking when naked. With such thoughts taking hold of his mind, he lost any control and was pumping his seed into her cunt after just a few thrusts. His passion and euphoria was so great that while ejaculating he uttered, "Oh fuck Pamela! I'm cumming! I'm so cumming. You're great! You're so fucking great! You're good! The best fuck ever! Oh fuck!"

Pamela was dumbfounded. No doubt he had a great time, and he was being complimentary to her fucking ability. She could not fathom though, which of her ability had excited him so. In any case she thought if this was truly the best fuck he ever had, she did not wish to speculate what his worst fuck was like. She felt like telling him that although this might have been his best fuck it was without contest her worst fuck she had ever experienced. Even her worst perfunctory masturbation was better than this. But she was too much of a lady to be so churlish to point out his inadequacies.

As Larry disengaged from her, he rolled on to his back, fell asleep and was soon snoring. Pamela spotted a bottle of wine on the coffee table, which apparently Larry had previously procured. Grabbing a glass, she poured herself a drink as she mulled over her situation. She was certain she was not exaggerating when she considered this coitus as her worst ever. Hell, she did not have a chance to get her vagina wet; it was a dry fuck all the way. All she had for her experience was a sore cunt without any pleasure. Her first sodomy although even more painful had lots of pleasure sensations to compensate from the raw fucking.

If nothing else was at stake she would have walked out right then and there, and chalk it up as an unpleasant experience hopefully not to be duplicated. However, after her initial discussion with her mother she had come around to agree with Hannah that it would be best for her career to get married and perhaps eventually have two children. She could see that such a scenario would solidify her public image and protect her against any innuendos of sexual depravity that might arise.

At first blush Larry Grant seemed like an ideal candidate. Although she was not particularly knowledgeable of football, she was aware enough that Larry was a great talent who might become a star in the NFL. So he would have a separate career with his own unrelated fame. This factor had to be a plus and avoids the conflicts inherent with those celebrity couples who have careers in the same line. Furthermore, according to Hannah's research, via a private detective report, Larry was an unabashed womanizer who never had a lasting relationship usually because he cheated. She could believe the veracity of that report just by considering Larry's conduct with her on their date. So he should not be averse to a stipulation that both of them would be free to fuck others while remaining married. This was Pamela's only non negotiable item in any marriage she would consider.

However, the fly in the anointment was his dreadful personality and his apparent inability to fuck and provide a modicum pleasure to his partner. That was the underlining clue as to why he had not had even a brief serious relationship with any woman. In a marriage she could overcome his personality by simply ignoring him, but the sex was a different kettle of fish. Up to this time her sex life had been great. The orgies at TLR just suited her perfectly and fulfilled her needs. She was so happy with her various sex partners that she came to believe that there was no such thing as bad sex. Larry proved the fallacy of that belief.

If children were not a consideration, then she could marry him with a no fuck stipulation in the pre-nup. But she had come around to thinking that if she were to marry then she must have two children. Pamela realized that if she were to have children then the father ought to be the man she was married to. There would be horrendous consequences otherwise. But to state the obvious if she were to marry him and have children, she must be willing to endure fucking him. She was unsure if she had the martyrdom personality necessary to make such a sacrifice.

Trying not to be too maudlin Pamela finished her drink and decided to have some fun. She had in mind to try and salvage the evening. She got back on the bed and positioned herself comfortably so she could suck his cock. She popped his limp penis into her mouth and started slurping and sucking as he remained asleep. Her ministrations soon got his cock hard as she continued her pleasures. Well, she thought at least fellatio is an available source of fun and one she had lots of control. Unfortunately, no matter how much the pleasure she could derive from sucking his cock she could not get pregnant by this activity.

Noticing that he was still in sound slumber notwithstanding the huge erection she had affected, Pamela decided to mount him. On her knees, she straddled him while facing him. She slowly impaled herself and with a huge smile started riding him. Oh now this was more like it she thought. She was comfortably wet so that his cock in her fitted just perfectly. She could anticipate a pretty good ejaculation coming her way as she rocked her pelvis to coax his cock to do its thing. Oh yes, she thought this would be a pleasant way indeed to produce children.

Suddenly Larry woke up and immediately was aware of what was happening. He seized her sides and rolled her over, so he was on top of her in the missionary position. By this maneuver Pamela lost her concentration and fell out of her sexual passion. Before she knew it, he was ejaculating after only a few thrusts. He was again as enthusiastic as he was in his first climax and made similar exclamations of pleasure. Again, he disengaged and returned to sleeping after complimenting on her sexual prowess.

Pamela suffered from coitus interruptus and had pain spasms akin to symptoms of a blue vagina pain which brought tears to her eyes. For blissful relief she started masturbating. Although she was able to affect a satisfactory climax from her hand action, she nevertheless was sobbing at the end. She rushed to the bathroom to take a soothing shower to calm her nerves in addition to cleaning herself. She got dressed and left a note telling Larry she had to get back to her hotel suite in preparation for her concert. She reminded him to get in touch with her mother's number to arrange for a ticket assuming he still wanted to see her concert. Then she got to where her limo was parked to take her back to her hotel.

As she arrived at her hotel suite, she sought out Hannah and cried in her arms. Pamela wailed, "Oh God mother! He doesn't know how to fuck a woman! And you know I am not that hard to please. Just shove a cock in me whether my pussy, my ass hole or my mouth, no matter and I am happy. Yet Larry shoved his cock in my cunt twice and not only did I not cum I did not even get wet the first time. I had to frigg myself to get any satisfaction. Oh God and you want this man to be husband. My God it will be hell on earth."

"Hush baby! Calm down and tell me all about it."

Pamela described her session with Larry and Hannah was definitely sympathetic to her daughter's plight. She replied, "It does amaze me how many men do not know how to please a woman; especially those who have fucked lots of women. However, that does not mean that you can't have any fun with such Neanderthals."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you are going to see him again tonight, aren't you?"

"Yes I suppose so. I left a note for him to call you to arrange for a ticket for your box."

"Well I suggest you take him back to the suite here. I will, by the way, be out of the way. I have booked another room because I have a date. And once you got him here..."

Pamela interrupted, "A date? You have a date? My! My! You are keeping secrets from me. Anyone I know?"

"No you don't know him. In fact I don't even know him. He is the son of a man I fucked at the last TLR orgy I attended. He was apparently so enthralled with my charms that he asked if I would be the Good Samaritan and fuck his son."

"Whoa! The Good Samaritan Mom? Really? I know I am a little rusty on my knowledge of the Bible, but I am pretty sure that by you fucking that man's son would not transform you into a Good Samaritan."

"Hah! Lot you know. I just happen to know that the dictionary defines a Good Samaritan as one, who is generous in helping another in distress. And my date Adam, that's his name, surely qualifies as one who is in distress. You see according to his father; Adam suffers from a skin disorder like rosacea. Half his face and part of his torso is covered with ugly red/purple splotches, and he is hard to look at. He is naturally very self-conscious, has low esteem and has not had even a date never mind a girlfriend in his entire twenty-one years of life."

"So why doesn't his dad take him to a prostitute so that at least he could have some sex?"

"Oh Adam is not a virgin. He has indeed availed himself of the services of professional prostitutes. But sex to a whore is work and a client like Adam would be considered distasteful work at that. So Adam has had sex, but he has not had great sex. Ergo his father having enjoyed my favors thinks that I am the answer to his son's prayers for great sex. So you see, I believe that by fucking Adam I would be truly doing a Good Samaritan deed."

"But Mom if this Adam is truly as hideous in appearance as you have indicated, then how can you be so sure you won't be repulsed and provide even a worse fuck than the whores?"

Hannah answered thoughtfully, "I realize now that we should have had a mother-daughter intense sexual discussion when you were younger and curious, or you probably would not have asked this question now. You see your father, bless his soul, was a swinger and he introduced me to the swingers lifestyle. Since that introduction I discovered I do love cock, lots of it and I always feel I have never had enough of it. Incidentally I guess I should not be surprised by your sexual appetites given your parents' sexual proclivities. You come to your sluttish whorish ways honestly.

"Anyway I am never averse to experiencing new cock. As for Adam's appearance, what of it? The most important thing is that he has a cock and I warrant a very satisfactory one if it is anything like his father's. Besides I am not a spring chicken; it's not like I am a raving beauty. I have cellulite, crow's-feet and wrinkles. I am the one that is grateful to have a stud only slightly older than my daughter to fuck."

"So how did you two set up this date?"

"Well Joel Webster, Adam's father, happens to be the editor of World of Entertainment Weekly and he would have as a matter of course a ticket to your concert. So it was a simple matter to change it to my box as my guest. As Adam is a devoted fan of yours it was not suspicious of his father to relinquish the ticket to him. Of course, the opportunity to meet you in person sealed the deal."

"So this Adam has no idea that you are intending to provide him the fuck of his life?"

"Well I don't know about it being the fuck of his life, but yes it will be up to me to seduce him. However I am confident I'm up to the task."

"You go Mom! You may have cellulite, crow's feet and wrinkles but you sure are one hot Mama. Why don't we switch? I'll take your room to entertain my alleged stud and you can have the suite for your boy toy. The suite will be less intimidating for the lad, and you can make him more comfortable quicker."

"Yes that would be great. Speaking of which before we got sidetracked, I was going to tell you I have some toys you could have. That way you can use your imagination to spice up your fucking with perhaps your future husband."

Larry did call Hannah's mobile phone and arrangements were made so that he could sit in Hannah's box to see Pamela's performance. Now unlike Pamela, Larry had had a terrific time and truly believed he had the greatest sexual experience of his life when fucking Pamela. Larry had a caveman attitude towards women. He took neither notice of the feminist movement nor the advances of women's rights. He was truly born in the wrong century. He would have fit in much better in the nineteenth century or earlier when women were treated as chattel.

That attitude along with his innate arrogance translated into an abysmal sex life. However, he was too wrapped up in himself to be aware how lacking was his sex life. It had never occurred to him that he would have better sex if he took the trouble to please his sex partners. The sex with Pamela was typical for him. He quickly climaxed as the real thrill for him was his conquest of her. His need for control was very evident when he awakened from Pamela's riding him, that he had to quickly switch so he could dominate her. The fact that Pamela was so famous and so desired made him consider it as the fuck of his life. The true reality was that he really did not care about Pamela since his true love was himself.

That is not to say that Larry did not desire to have a relationship with Pamela. He knew with her as his steady girlfriend or eventually as his wife, it would make things easier in his career. Although his ultimate success or failure in his NFL career would depend on his playing ability and his performance on the football field, having Pamela at his side would give him an edge.

For one thing reporters would be more eager to interview him; which in turn would pressure his football superiors to play him earlier; which in turn would give him more experience; a vital factor towards ultimate success. To be a successful quarterback in the NFL, he had to be perceived as a leader and have the respect of his teammates. His leadership qualities were already self evident. In addition, nothing earns a male quicker respect from other males than having a hot girl friend or wife. And Pamela was hot; hotter than liquid metal. Ergo he was most desirous as never before with any other female, to forging a significant relationship with her.