The Finale - Part 2

The **second part** of the finale of *My Dad Wrote a Porno*, titled **The Fucktastic Farewell Dinner**, was released on 5 December 2022.

## Description

*This is it. The final chapter. Pull on your black thongs as a mark of respect and join Jamie, Alice and James as they bid a fond farewell to Belinda...*

## Featured Characters

*In order of appearance:*

* Belinda Blumenthal
* Peter Rouse
* Alfonse Stirbacker
* Jim Stirling
* Giselle Sylvester
* Bella Ridley
* Main Manager Man (first appearance)
* Police officers
* Mother Nature (mentioned)
* Adaam (mentioned)

## Featured Locations

*In order of appearance:*

* Brazilian Feasting Room, The Banks, Rio de Janeiro
* Trevi Fountain (mentioned)
* Ipanema Beach (first appearance)
* East Berlin (mentioned)

## Introduction

*Prior to beginning the chapter, Team Porno discuss...*

* The madness of it being the final chapter
* The special Footnotes episode with Rocky himself speaking for the first and last time
* Jamie feeling emotional all day about the end of the podcast
* The global community the podcast has created
* The finale listening party and live tweeting (using #ByeBelinda)
* Whether doing the podcast is their job or not and whether Jamie ever thought reading his dad's porn would earn him a living
* James having wanted to run a video shop when he was a child
* Where the first part left off with Belinda's engagement to Peter Rouse
* Jamie trying to avoid any sentimentality
* Team Porno being desensitised to the craziness of the books
* Predictions as to whether Belinda will say yes to Peter's proposal: James says no, Alice says yes, Jamie says no

## Synopsis

Belinda looked around the churrascaria. Each place setting had sturdy cardboard coasters with "sim" and "now" on each side. This was to determine how much meat would be sliced onto the guest's plate by the waiting staff. All you can eat meat had Belinda written all over it, after all.

Peter's knee was beginning to hurt, so he spoke once again. "Belinda, are you alive? I wish to marry you!" he said. Belinda was brought back to the present. She flipped the cardboard coaster between her long fingernails like the Wicked Witch of Whoopee. Meeting his longing eyes, she held up her coaster. Peter's heart sank like a coin in the Trevi Fountain; his wish had not come true. This was because Belinda was never to be a Mrs - she had no desire to marry. There was even a well-known 'ideomic' saying about it - no sex after marriage. That was not her, no way José, or Peter, whoever.

"Peter darling, although this is undoubtlessly not the answer you want, I have often thought about you and indeed have lusted, if not loved, you. But I'm flattered. Why not? Let's have a dip in the haysack as a consolation shag?" Belinda asked.

Peter, though disappointed, took off his Y-fronts and stood before Belinda. They were both now naked and, as such, turned on to the max. Without further ado, he looked at his one true love and his cock grew at the speed of the 1980s economy, ready to boom and bust. In response, Belinda's pussy began crying tears of joy. Peter Rouse moved slowly towards her; with the gentlest of touches, he caressed her soft body in the shape of ancient runes. Each tender brush elicited sexual pleasure deep within her. Belinda's whole body tingled, goose pimples flooding her skin like a non-contagious type of chicken pox.

Peter whispered long-lost languages in her ear, trying to change her answer, but instead created so much carnal tension that her labia began emitting clouds of condensation, whistling like a kettle. Peter lay her down and entered her intensely. He moved in, then out, then in again, like a husband who argued with his wife a lot. It was truly erotic. Belinda squeezed all her inside muscles and rode the orgasmic waves like *The Poseidon Adventure*. Pulling out, Belinda began to deepthroat Peter Jr., the thick appendage plugging her gob. She licked and sucked his cock as she dug out her pussy. He was truly the Tiger Voods of bonking, having the stamina of a big cat who always got a hole in one.

The other members of the gathering wasted no time in following their lead. Special trade envoys Alfonse Stirbacker and Jim Stirling were giddy as little goats skipping across a bridge. Alfonse enjoyed navigating Giselle's human form, becoming hard as a pumice stone with the slightest brush of flesh to flesh. With perk fruitful titties and legs up to her nostrils, she was a bonnie lassie and Alfonse knew the recipe to make her furry feline fizz.

Bella grabbed Jim Stirling. Her plan for the evening was picking off the weakest before working up to the most virile last. As he slipped inside her he began to shake with passion. Not after long, Bella's delicious bouncing jugs nearly took her eye out as she writhed and gooed up and down the Texan multi-millionaire.

"Gee Bella, you've got an amazing fuck-grip!" Jim scoffed in between heavy catches of breath. "Thanks boo-boo!" Bella boomed. "It's my pelartays!"

As the seconds melted into a minute and through the erotic panting, Bella could just decipher Jim's huffing as he yelled that he was close. Bella demanded that he pull out and paint her face. Jim obliged and slopped his newish big thick member of out Bella's slushy pussy. Grabbing it in his hand, he wrung its neck until thick blue gloops of DNA splattered everywhere.

All of a sudden, the door of the Brazilian feasting room burst open. The main manager man zoomed in, as red as the inside of Giselle's pussy lids, yelling that the group had to leave and were barred for defacing his respectable establishment. The chief executives all giggled and laughed and titted as they were escorted out, smeared with sex sweat and a reckless nature. However, unfortunately for them, as this mob of naked bodies flooded the street, a passing police car summoned its sirens and detained them, the police people handcuffing everyone they could see. Belinda was no novice when it came to evading capture, and with a thankful kiss to Spoons above them all, she grabbed Giselle and Bella. Manoeuvring the beautifully patterned sidewalk stones, the Glee Team became lost in deepest darkest Rio.

Belinda knew only one hiding place. As they trudged through the sand, Mother Nature's whispers caressed their naked bodies on the Ipanema beach. Planting themselves down, Giselle mused something, wishing that they had smuggled some cachaca out of the restaurant. Bella revealed that she had always been good at hide the 'bockle', removing a practically full gird of Brazilian elixir. Giselle laughed while expressing her love for Bella. While they were stocking the bar, Belinda had been scavenging the sand for some old driftwood. Grabbing the perfect twiggies, she got on her hands and knees, her perfect ass as plump and whole as the full moon above. She began rubbing the hard bits of wood together as vigorously as a teenage boy discovering self pleasure for the first time. Not before too long, there was a fire. Lighting multiple pieces of rubbish, Belinda looked at her comrades.

"I don't say this lightly, but I love you girls. I don't know who I'd be without your friendship, guidance and laughter in my life. It's been an adventure and there have been hard parts of course," Belinda said, prompting Giselle to laugh and Bella to reminisce about Adaam's red London bus cock. Belinda hee-hee-wheed and wheezed with laughter before continuing. "God girlies, this sand will be rock-hard with tears and juices if you don't stop me laughing, but seriously, this new position, it's really frying my 'brian'. I have to ask a question - what's my favourite type of egg?" she asked.

Giselle laughed that Belinda must be pissed but then contemplated the question with a respectful air. She asked if it was frozen so she could keep her reproduction options open, which was not correct but Belinda complimented her thinking. Bella answered poached, which Belinda said was correct. "Consider yourself both!"

Bella and Giselle were too drunk to understand. Belinda said that she couldn't run Bisch all on her lonesome and that she needed both of them, asking if they wanted to join her in East Berlin. "It may only take one woman to sell a few pans, but it's gonna take at least three to take over the world," she said.

Shifting her numbing ass from one bit of sand to another bit of sand, Giselle raised her glass of cachaca to the heavens. Her lips opened, allowing words to flow: "G is for gin!"

Bella grinned and held her floot aloft: "T is for tonic!"

Beaming, Belinda raised her own glassware receptacle to join theirs: "Our six titties are super sonic!"

In unison, the friends, colleagues and soul sisters chanted: "We don't mind men, we don't like fuss, we're the Glee Team, come and get us!" The triumvirate of power-women downed their cachaca and they all looked at each other, all in a confident silence decorated with the beautiful drapery of smiles.

Belinda blinked.

## Trivia

* Alice asked if churrascaria was Chiara Montague's full first name.
* Jamie talked about how he was barred from a Soho pub ten years ago for protesting a gay couple being thrown out for kissing and it made national news.
* Alice predicted the poaching of Giselle and Bella ahead of time.