All language subtitles for Inside jennifer Welles 1981

Hello? Oh, hello Eric.

Oh, oh, I'm okay, really.

Oh, you're darling. No.

I... You just caught me in the middle of my

morning exercises.

That's why I sound a little breathless. You

know, I have to keep in shape for my public.

Oh, Eric, you've arranged it. Oh, oh, that's

wonderful. You...

Oh, that's wonderful, you're darling.

Oh, oh, they all agreed to it? Oh, oh, that's

marvelous.

You'll send a car for me. Okay, darling. I'll

be ready.

I'll be ready, yes. Oh, I'm ready. I'm

ready right now.

Yes.

Oh. Oh.

Bye, darling.

[panting]

I'm gonna come all over you.

Look at this. It's fearless.

Taxi Miss Wells?

No, thank you. I'm waiting for a car to

pick me up. I will need a taxi today.

Taxi Miss Wells?

No, thank you. I'm waiting for a car to

pick me up. I will need a taxi today.

Yeah, I will need a taxi today.

Taxi. Taxi. Taxi.

But what I do need a taxi, I really need a

taxi.

I remember one recent cab ride that turned

into a real trip.

This can be on the right or the left.

It'll be the right side.

It'll be 240.

What?

It'll be 240.

Oh.

I'm sorry, I only have a hundred.

I can't change that.

Well why don't you come upstairs with me, I

have changed in the apartment.

I can't do that.

I can't do that, I can't do that.

Just wait up and get changed.

No, only take a minute, come on.

Come on.

All right.

Hair.

Oh.

Hair.

Attractive hairy men drive me wild.

Sometimes I see one on the street and my

opening begins to run before he strides out

of my sight.

I love to run my fingers through the hair

of a really hairy guy.

I love to entwine my fingers and pull

gently.

What about my 240?

It's in the bedroom, I'll get it.

I remember one particularly hairy man I

screwed about four or five years ago.

He was a gorilla of a man.

He had long muscular arms and the body of a

wrestler.

He had hair on every inch of his body and

when we lay together, it would brush my

flesh, prick my nipples, drive me wild.

And his prick, it had so much hair around

it that I could hardly find it when it was

soft.

Not that he had a small cock.

Oh, he had a huge one.

It was just all that glorious thick black

hair that hit it.

Sweet dollars.

I told you I had changed. You didn't

believe me.

I just want you to fuck me that's all.

When his prick hardened, it was thick and

heavy and throbbing and it had unbelievable

black bristles that climbed halfway to the

head like quills of a frightened porcupine.

Wait a minute.

I was a little gay, but I had a preconceived

look on my face.

Come on.

Whatever position we fucked in, I would

guide those bristles against my clitter as

his muscle would plow through my insides.

Whenever we began fucking, those bristles

would prick and scratch my open lips and my

erected clit.

It would hurt at first.

I would feel like I was going to bleed, but

instead I would come.

And when we fucked, this beautiful hairy

man was like an uncaged beast and he filled

me with the same animal lust that he

displayed.

Only seconds after we began, both of us

were soaked with sweat and animal juices

and my orgasms would begin.

As we fucked, my fingers searched for crevices

in secret places hidden under that hair.

My nails tore and dug the flesh.

That made him all the more animal.

And when he came, I could feel each and

every spurt.

Fuck you. Fuck you.

Take my cock. Take my fucking cock.

Take my cock.

Fuck you.

Take my cock.

Take my fucking cock.

Oh, fuck me. Fuck me.

Fuck you like you're never been fucked.

I'm gonna work and teach him a chain, make

sure he bleeds.

I want you to know when you had enough.

You cunt.

I'm gonna rip off your ass.

Fuck me. Fuck me.

Bitch. I'll fuck you like you're never been

fucked.

You got a big cunt, babe. It's fucking wet.

You know I've had a toxic head problem

before.

I'm gonna be fucked.

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

I just hope he didn't leave his meter

running.

Lukvis Wells, a theatre plane, one of your

pictures.

Oh, that theatre. Yes, I got to know the

projectionist very well.

I was signing autographs at that theatre

on a hot summer's day. During a lull, I

decided to see the film from the projection

room. I discovered the best show wasn't on

the screen.

Boy, it's that hot in here. Must be about

90 degrees.

Yeah, but take it easy on the beer. I don't

want you to miss no change over tonight.

Leave it in me, Al. Leave it in me, huh? I

know what I'm doing.

What the fuck does he think I'm doing?

Have an origin here?

I need more. More. Oh, God. It's you guys.

You guys. Come here. I want both of you now.

Now.

This is wonderful. Wonderful. Now fuck me.

Do me faster.

My God. Jennifer Wells.

Oh, my God. They've got a cock in every

hole in her body.

That's right. Suck it. Come on. Suck it. Suck

it more.

Suck it. Come on.

That's right.

That feels great.

That's right. Suck on it.

Suck on it.

Oh, I feel better. I can't believe it. It

looks so good. It's so hot.

Doctor, you keep yourself going at a slow

boil. I'm going to go out and put a fire

under nurse Haskell for you.

Miss Haskell, I'm surprised you are a horny

little lady.

You'll get cold walking around like that.

What do you want from me?

I want to see where you live.

Dr. Ward is a nice man.

Why don't you give him a break?

Why don't you fuck?

He's got a really nice prick.

Miss Wells, you're giving me a temperature.

You like Dr. Ward, don't you?

You like him, he's nice.

Oh my goodness.

Why don't you fuck him?

I'm afraid.

He's kinky.

He wants my aid.

So, he wants to fuck you in the ass.

Oh my goodness, I'm gonna come.

I'm not so loud.

Come on, Henry, come with me.

Oh, nurse Haskell.

Come on, suck on it, baby.

Come on, suck on it.

Oh, that's it, that's it.

That's it, suck the balls.

That's right, oh.

Oh, you suck, right.

Oh, that's it.

Oh, come on, suck that tip.

Oh, come on, oh, nurse Haskell.

Oh, I treat it as a cure for you.

Oh, I always wanted you to suck a cock.

You are a good cock sucker.

Suck on that tip.

That's it, stick it out.

Oh man, that feels good.

That's it, suck it, suck it, suck it.

Oh, fighting with the big bats.

You like to suck my cock, don't you?

Suck it, that's it, that's it.

Oh, nurse Haskell.

Oh, I love it.

I love it, I love it.

It's so good.

You're a fucking nurse Haskell.

Oh, you got a tight conch.

Come on, get in that conch.

Oh, man, that's tight.

That's it.

I got it.

How do you like that, Haskell?

Oh.

Oh.

Conch.

Oh.

Oh, conch.

Oh, conch.

Oh, conch.

I'm gonna come.

I'm gonna come.

Oh.

Oh, Haskell.

Oh, so, oh, Haskell.

See, under W, Walters Watson R. Well.

$940. What a cheat. Even cheats on his wife.

I never knew about nurse Haskell. I'll just

consider this account settled.

Nice neighborhood, isn't it, Miss Wells?

Yes, I have a friend that lived here for a

while.

They have a nice bakery in this

neighborhood.

Great cherry tar.

I was house-sitting for one of my friends

who was vacationing in the south.

She couldn't have known of the two

surprises in her own backyard.

She'd have never left on that vacation.

Oh, damn.

Oh, thank you, young man.

Happy with your groceries?

Thank you.

Can I get you some coffee, some milk, or

perhaps?

No, thank you, ma'am.

You didn't ever finish my last proposition.

Well, my roommate, Bert Hansen, he's

expecting me for dinner.

I have some great banana cream pie.

Oh, I've got lots of her banana cream pie.

Well, how about you roommate Bert?

Bert? Yeah, do you like sweets, too?

Well, if Bert likes sweets, I have

something I think he'll really love.

I'll go get him.

Okay.

Come on in, it's open.

Isn't it luscious?

Oh, yeah, that's some banana cream pie.

This must be Bert. How sweet.

Boys, I have something that will be a lot

more fun than banana cream pie.

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Do you realize what I'm missing because of

you?

This brought us tits.

I mean, tits.

Hey, you know, yours ain't bad either.

Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am?

I'm here to pick up the Jennifer Wells job.

Oh.

And I'm ready.

Oh, that's all right.

I'll wait.

Uh, you're, um, she's, uh, um, you're, uh,

I'm, uh, um, would you chair us down?

We ain't got no chairs.

You could lay down.

Lay?

Now you're talking.

I like men.

All kinds of men.

Young men.

Older men.

Fat men.

I remember one fat man I thought.

He was over 300 pounds, but he was a gentle

and effective lover.

He had a very large cock.

Long, but not too long.

And it was thick with an enormous head

that fairly bubbled with a constant flow of

lubricating juice.

Yeah, I can even remember his name.

Edgar.

Edgar Cannon.

I think he was a bricklayer.

He had enormous muscular arms and powerful

hands,

and he knew just what to do with them.

He had a way of pulling on my nickels

without hurting me.

His touch made them sensitive, but never

raw.

Even when we were both hot, while I was

sitting astride that lovely prick of his,

I tried to ride him slowly to sort of tease

him.

But I became so horny myself, feeling that

large, throbbing head sliding in and out of

my gut

that I couldn't control myself.

I quickened the tempo until my gut was fricking

his brick as fast as I could make it.

I spread my legs a little bit on the upstroke.

The head of his cock fit so tightly in my

gut that it created a vacuum there.

On the downstroke, this caused a suction

inside that I felt all the way to the very

top of my head.

I felt my own frenzied movements, those ripples

of flesh that spread over his entire torso,

that made my movements even more violent.

Those ripples became waves.

They shimmied against my clippings.

Oh, and they magnified that feeling, that

feeling I felt deep inside me.

My insides were pouring.

His entire belly was soaked with our juices

of flesh, slapped against his as I came

down against him,

trying to drive him still deeper into me.

I came lots of times.

I felt his juice surge into me, and still

he stayed hard,

vibrating and equivering under my thrusts.

Oh, this is better than hamburger.

Hamburger? That's supposed to mean my day

at the Burger King.

Comfortable Miss Wells?

Yes, thank you, Arthur.

Not too fast, Arthur.

Oh, but you surely aren't a hurry.

No, wait.

Eric, you've done it. How sweet.