Chapter 5
After Deke, Raina dated a succession of young men from the county. She tired of them easily. Not one held a candle to Deke in the lovemaking department. When she was eighteen, Raina began dating the son of a wealthy family from the neighboring town of Cairo. The young man's name was Farrell Claibourne. He was in his early twenties and was generally considered a prize catch. Farrell was heir to his father's fabric mill. He had dropped out of college and spent most of his time at the local country club, lounging around the pool and playing tennis.
Raina met Farrell at a drive-in movie. She had gone with a young man she couldn't stand, but she had been dating him to keep from staying home. The young man, whose name was Charlie Bowman, had gotten progressively drunk during the movie on boilermakers and had tried to make love to Raina. Raina left the car, saying that she was going to the refreshment stand to get a Coke. She really was thinking of going to the highway and hitching a ride back to town, anything to get away from her boorish date.
It was July and the night was as sticky as flypaper. Raina decided to stop by the refreshment stand before trying to hitch a ride. In the future she decided to stay at home rather than spend her time with people who didn't count. No point going out with these local yokels, she reasoned with herself. They don't give you anything but a hard-on and a hard time.
She entered the cement block building. It was refreshingly air-conditioned and Raina stood for a few moments in the path of the cool air, letting it dry her damp flesh. She was wearing a bright yellow summer dress, one that Deke had bought her, and she wasn't wearing any underwear. She never wore a bra and her date had managed to pull her panties off her. They were still in the car, but she had no intention of going back to retrieve them.
While she was cooling off, she felt someone staring at her. Leaning against the counter was a young man who was grinning at her with a dazzling white smile. He had short, dark red hair and there was a light spattering of freckles over his well-tanned, handsome face. He was wearing a pair of sneakers, tennis shorts, and a navy blue sportshirt with a tiny alligator on it. He looked as if he had more class and intelligence than most of the young men Raina came into contact with. She walked to the counter and waited her turn in line behind him.
"Are you enjoying the movie?" he asked.
"Not really. I've been wrestling with my date all evening."
"I don't have a date," he said, pouting slightly. "I drove straight here from a tennis match. As I was passing by, I noticed what was playing. I didn't catch this film the first time around and I wanted to see it."
"So you're all alone?" asked Raina.
"Uh-huh," the boy replied. "All alone."
"I was planning on having myself a coke and then going to the highway to try and hitch a ride into town. I can't put up with him anymore."
"Why not come back and finish the movie with me? I promise I'll behave myself and later I can drive you home."
"I'd like that," said Raina.
After introductions, Farrell paid for Raina's coke. They walked to the opposite side of the drive-in and got into Farrell's Fleetwood convertible.
"I love your car."
"Thank you. It was a birthday present from my family," Raina was impressed by the young man's manners and he was obviously well-to-do. She could tell by the way he was looking at her that he wanted to make love, but she decided to take her mother's advice and fend him off for a while.
"Where do you live, Raina?"
“I live with my mother near the Ochlockoriee River. It's just a little bitty shack, but we like it."
“I've seen it. It's the remains of the old Crawford plantation. I had no idea that anyone lived there."
“Well, we do," replied Raina without a trace of embarrassment.
Raina stayed close to the passenger door of the car and when Farrell dropped his hand on her knee, she blithely picked it up and put it in his lap.
"I just got out of one unpleasant situation," she said. "I don't want to get into another."
“I apologize."
"Don't think that just because I'm accepting a ride home with you that I'm going to bestow my favors upon you. Why, I hardly know you, Farrell Claibourne."
Farrell was amused. Raina was a paradox to him. She was charmingly odd in her own way. He was very attracted to her and determined to see her again. But he was also disappointed. He wasn't used to girls saying no.
After the film was over, Farrell drove Raina to an outdoor restaurant and bought her a snack. He liked the way she looked and the way she spoke. Her dialogue was punctuated with antiquated phrases as was her mother's. As he drove her back to the shack, he asked if he could see her again.
"Well, of course, Farrell."
“Tomorrow night?"
Not wanting to appear too anxious, Raina lied and said she had a date for the following evening. "How about Saturday?" she said. "I'm afraid I'm booked up until then."
"Well, I was supposed to have a date for the country club dance, but I guess I can get out of it. Can I call you?"
"We don't have a phone."
“I'll pick you up here at eight o'clock. We'll have dinner and go dancing somewhere."
“That sounds lovely."
Raina allowed him to kiss her on the cheek. Then she rushed inside to tell her mother about her good luck. Vivian was excited and impressed.
"You see, honey, you never can tell What can happen. You went out with that dreadful Charlie what's his name and you came back with Prince Charming. Why, honey, his family's got more money than God. You play it for all it's worth. Raina, don't let him get to first base until you steal second. Where's he takin' you Saturday night?"
“He mentioned dinner and dancing."
"We've got to get you some nice, new clothes. Meet me on my break tomorrow and we'll go over to Monkey Wards and find you somethin' pretty. Not too low-cut, you know. Demure and innocent, that's the type they go for."
When Raina went to bed that night, she thought about Farrell. She liked him, but she wasn't attracted to him. He was too young, too boyish. She couldn't imagine herself going to bed with him. She closed her eyes tightly and thought of Deke d'Addio. The image of him, hovering over her, fucking her with his thick prick, excited Raina. She pulled off her nightgown and began fingering the lips of her cunt. She knew that she had to have release. She poked her fingers inside her damp vagina and began massaging her clitoris. But it wasn't the same as Deke. If only she had something that she could use as a substitute for Deke's big cock.
Suddenly she remembered the corn on the cob they'd had for dinner. There was one ear left over. She crept into the kitchen, opened the door to the icebox, and took out the cold ear of corn. It was large, as large as Deke's cock. She carried it into her bedroom, lay back down on her bed, and began stroking her cuntal lips with the tip. She worked it inside her cunt and then pushed. The full length of the ear of corn entered the tunnel of her cunt, filling it completely. Raina began plunging it in and out, murmuring Deke's name, trying to let the ear of corn and her imagination take the place of a lover who was no longer there. Her body began to tremble and her juices began to flow. She pushed the ear of corn more furiously and some of the kernels broke, mixing the sweet cream of the corn with that of her own. Raina, sexually relieved, rolled over in bed. She threw the ear of corn out the window and fell asleep.
The next day Raina met her mother at two-thirty and they went to Montgomery Wards' department store.
"I think you oughta get somethin' in white, honey, since you got such a good tan. Besides, white is for purity. And as far as that Farrell knows, that's what you are."
They selected a white eyelet cotton dress with a scoop neck and a full skirt. Then they purchased a white straw purse and shoes to match.
When Saturday arrived, Raina took extra care in her preparations. Her mother approved. "You look just like a fairy tale princess," she bubbled.
"But, Mama, I know he's going to try something again. What should I do?"
"Just keep politely sayin' no. Let him get a feel or two. You don't want to give in too quick, honey. Wait till he's really pantin', then go to it and pull out all the stops. You'll have him wrapped up and tied in a bow in no time. Wouldn't it be a great thing if you married him?"
"You're rushin' things a little. I don't even know him yet."
"What is there to know? Men are men. And they can't get along without us. That's all there is to that. Knowin' is knowin' when to give in, not a minute too soon or a minute too late. Now go on out and wait for him on the porch. I don't want you bringin' him in here. The place is such a mess. Sit on the swing between the two white columns. That'll make a pretty picture when he turns down the driveway."
Raina kissed her mother and went out to sit on the swing. She folded her hands demurely in her lap and waited. She hoped that he hadn't forgotten about their date. About ten minutes past eight Farrell came barreling down the drive in his Fleetwood. He honked the horn happily when he saw her.
"Hey, you look terrific," he said. "I made reservations at the Steak Pit near Hartsfield. It's only about twenty miles from here. Is that all right?"
"It sounds lovely," replied Raina in her best lady-like fashion.
During the entire ride Farrell talked of nothing but his family's money and his tennis matches. Raina decided that perhaps he was going to turn out to be very boring.
When they reached the restaurant, Farrell was greeted warmly by the maitre d' and they were shown to a table in the center of the dining room. When the waiter came to take their orders, Raina, on Vivian's advice, asked for a Tom Collins. Farrell had a Southern Comfort on the rocks.
During dinner Farrell continued talking about tennis. Finally Raina, exasperated, said, "Farrell, I haven't the slightest idea what you've been talking about. I don't play tennis."
"You don't?" he asked incredulously. "We'll have to rectify that. I'll take you up to the country club and teach you."
He switched the conversation about her and asked Raina about her family. Raina lied and said that her father had been killed during the Korean War and that since he hadn't made a will, her mother and she had been reduced to poverty. Her mother worked in a diner to support the two of them and they lived a quiet life together, hoping that some day the estate would be settled and her mother would be given her due. Raina's story was made up from a patchwork of movies she had seen, but Farrell swallowed it hook, line, and sinker.
After dinner they drove to a roadhouse and danced till nearly twelve. Farrell held Raina closely and moved her smoothly around the floor. Several times she had to break away from him when she felt him start to get an erection and press it against her thighs.
"You're a very naughty boy," she admonished him coyly.
Farrell tried to talk Raina into going to a motel with him, .but she turned him down, saying that she was "not that kind of girl." He was angry when he dropped her off and didn't ask her for another date. Raina was upset, but Vivian assured her that he would be back.
Farrell came back for more and kept coming back. He was fascinated by Raina, intoxicated by her beauty and overwhelmed by his sexual desire for her. After several weeks of intense frustration, he asked her to go steady and decided it was time to take her to meet his family. Raina was nervous, but Vivian assured her that she was enough of a lady to carry it off. She dressed once again in her white outfit and Farrell took her to his family's house, a great Georgian manor on the crest of a hill. He had been telling his family about Raina. Their initial reaction was that she was nothing more than a gold-digger after their son's money.
"Wait till you meet her," he argued. "You'll change your mind."
The evening was a disaster. Not only did Farrell's parents dislike Raina, they saw through her immediately. They were polite and coldly pleasant, but the next day they informed Farrell that they wanted him to stop seeing Raina. Farrell was heartbroken, but he was determined to continue his relationship with Raina. Although he didn't tell Raina about his family's opinion, she surmised it and discussed the situation with her mother. They both decided it was time to take Farrell to bed.
Several days later Farrell met Raina and, as usual, they had dinner and went dancing. On the dance floor Raina pressed her curvaceous body against his and rubbed her thighs against his erection. She kissed him gently on the nape of the neck and that said that she would accompany him to a motel. Raina was determined to make the most of her opportunity. She got a quarter from Farrell, put it in the pay radio, and switched it to a romantic station. Then she turned the lights down low and while he sat transfixed on the bed, she slowly began to get undressed. She moved about the room with the grace of an exotic dancer as she divested herself of her clothing. She stood in front of Farrell and took his hands in hers. They were trembling. She guided them to her full breasts. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed the smooth flesh. Farrell stood up and started to get undressed.
"Let me," she said seductively and helped him off with his seersucker jacket.
Then she began to unbutton his shirt, kissing each inch of exposed chest as she did. She pulled the shirt out of his pants and started to unbuckle his belt. Then she unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down to the floor. Farrell stepped out of them and kicked them off along with his loafers. His cock was sticking straight out in his underpants. Farrell slid his hands under the waistband and pushed them down. Raina was disappointed that he was not as large as Deke. His cock was only average sized but it was well shaped.
"Why don't you get two glasses from the bathroom," she suggested, "and let's have a drink from your flask."
"All right," said Farrell. His voice was trembling.
When he went into the bathroom, Raina hurriedly took a razor blade wrapped in tissue paper out of her purse. It was all a part of her and her mother's plan. She slipped it under the pillow and lay down on the bed. Farrell returned to the room and mixed two glasses of Southern Comfort on the rocks. Raina remembered Vivian saying, "If he's as hot for you as you say he is, he'll never slow down long enough to notice whether you're a virgin or not. But you take this razor blade and do what I tell you."
Farrell's lovemaking was clumsy and inept, particularly compared to Deke's. But Raina forced herself to be aroused by him. His cock slid into her cunt easily. He arched his back and began pumping at her furiously. He bent his head low to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.
Raina hoped that she was going to be convincing. Farrell slammed his cock into her with brutal force. It pushed her deep into the soft mattress. She cried out "in pain" and bit her lower lip. Farrell looked at her for a moment, puzzled.
"It's over now, darling," she said. "You can begin again."
Several more thrusts and Farrell was groaning in ecstasy, gushing his hot sperm deep inside of her. Raina hadn't come because he had reached orgasm too soon. He kissed her lightly on the lips, pulled his cock out of her, and lay back on the bed with his eyes closed, catching his breath. Raina slipped the razor blade from underneath the pillow and gashed the end of one of her fingers. She dropped the razor blade behind the bed and rubbed her bleeding finger over her come-filled cunt. Satisfied that there was enough blood on the lips of her pussy, she wrapped the stray piece of toilet paper around the end of her finger and balled up her fist to hide it.
"Darling," she crooned, "would you mind getting me a towel?"
Farrell looked up.
"I guess I'm bleeding," said Raina quietly.
He looked down at the blonde triangle of hair between her legs and saw the smear of blood.
"But I thought ... " he said.
"Oh, you didn't hurt me," she cooed. "It only hurt for a second, then it was all over."
Farrell got out of bed, went to the bathroom, ran cold water over a hand towel, and brought it back to her. Raina daintily daubed the blood from her pussy and excused herself to go into the bathroom. Then she ran cold water over her finger until the bleeding stopped. She didn't douche.
"I wish I'd thought to bring a band-aid," she said, smiling at her reflection in the mirror.
Once she came out, Farrell was very tender with her, thinking that he had taken her virginity. Raina couldn't keep from smiling. Vivian had been right. She always was where men were concerned.
After that night in the motel, Farrell's desire for Raina increased. He slipped away from his family to see her every chance he could get. They spent many hours in the Starlight Motel, making love. Eventually Farrell's lovemaking became better due to familiarity and practice, but still he couldn't replace Deke in Raina's mind or body. Rarely did he bring Raina to orgasm. She continued not douching after sex, hoping that the inevitable result would happen and it did. She missed her period.
Vivian took Raina to the doctor. Tests were run and Raina was pronounced pregnant. Later that afternoon Vivian and Raina dressed in their best and went to visit Farrell's father at the mill he owned. They were received in his office with open hostility.
"What's this all about, Mrs. Boley? I'm a busy man. I don't have time for ... "
"I think you'd better sit down, Mr. Claibourne," said Vivian sharply. "Raina has somethin' to tell you."
Raina, carefully coached by her mother, broke into tears and told Mr. Claibourne how his son had robbed her of her innocence and that he had been the cause of her pregnancy.
"I don't believe it. White trash like you? It could have been any number of young men."
"How dare you speak to my daughter like that?" said Vivian rising. "Speak to your son about it. We'll be waiting to hear from you before consultin' our lawyers."
That evening Mr. Claibourne questioned his son and Farrell confessed that he had indeed taken Raina's virginity and that he had been seeing her every night since it had happened.
"I won't allow you to marry that low-class girl," Mr. Claibourne bellowed. "I'll cut off your inheritance first,"
Farrell loved Raina in his own way, but he loved his way of life even more. "What can we do about it, Father?"
“I'll take care of it, son. But you've got to promise me never to see her again. Or I mean what I say, you'll be turned out of the house, and you'll never see a cent from the mill."
Farrell agreed to keep away from Raina.
The next day Vivian and Raina received a hand-delivered message from Mr. Claibourne, asking them to meet with him at his lawyer's office. The lawyer was very quick and to the point. He informed the two women that Claibourne had no intention of letting his son be forced into marriage. Mr. Claibourne calmly offered to pay for the price of an abortion and offered Raina and her mother five thousand dollars to "forget about the whole thing."
"But what about Farrell?" wailed Raina.
"He doesn't intend to ever see you again—isn't that clear?"
Raina and her mother consulted with one another in the outer hall. Vivian came back in and said that they had decided that Raina would have an abortion and no charges would be pressed, but not for five thousand dollars. For ten. The four people bickered the rest of the afternoon. The result was that Raina got her abortion and convalescence paid for by Mr. Claibourne, and she received a sum of eight thousand dollars upon signing a paper stating that Farrell Claibourne was in no way responsible to her.
Raina checked into the hospital over the weekend. She was in a private air-conditioned room on the fifth floor. The abortion went smoothly and without complications. By the following Monday Raina was free of the oncoming child and eight thousand dollars richer.
Her mother reasoned with her. "You know, honey, there's no reason for you to be hangin' around this old burg. You oughta take the money and go someplace else, a big city like Savannah. Set yourself up in a little apartment and move around in the right circles so that you can meet some men with money. You'll never meet anybody worthwhile around Moultrie."
Raina decided to take her mother's advice. At the age of eighteen they boarded a Trailways bus for Savannah. Vivian had taken a week off to help her daughter to get settled in an apartment and so that the two of them could have a small vacation together.
They found Raina a small, inexpensive apartment on Peach Street and spent the week enjoying the sights of a large city. They treated themselves to dinner every night, occasionally going to a movie or a nightclub. Vivian was disappointed that she hadn't met a man who might offer to keep her in Savannah and at the end of the week she reluctantly returned to Moultrie.
Raina opened a bank account and began looking for work. The first week was discouraging. She wasn't trained to do anything except please men. She was desperately afraid of ending up broke. Then one day she answered an ad which a photographer had placed. He was looking for a model.
When Raina arrived at the photographer's studio, he had already hired a girl who had been sent by a modeling agency. But he was so taken by Raina's looks that he called the agency and cancelled the girl.
"Some of the work will require partial nudity," he explained.
"That doesn't matter," replied Raina. "I'm proud of my body. As long as it's not pornography ... "
"Not quite," the photographer smiled. "It's a lot of calendar work."
"You mean like those pictures you see around the gas stations?"
"Exactly."
Raina was pleased. The thought of being a pinup girl, even in service stations, intrigued her.
The photographer's name was Oliver Benson and he hired Raina not only because of her physical beauty, but also because of his own sexual interest in her.
Raina arrived at work the next morning at nine-thirty. She was excited about starting her career. She didn't realize that Benson was a second-rate photographer for third-rate clients. When she reached the studio, Benson had a pot of coffee brewing and offered her a cup.
"What are we going to be doing this morning, Mr. Benson?"
"Please call me Oliver .if you don't mind my calling you Raina?"
"Not at all."
"This morning we'll be doing a series of shots of you lying on a red velvet throw. It'll be sort of a rip-off of the Marilyn Monroe calendar."
"Will I be completely exposed?" she asked.
"Not completely."
After coffee Raina got undressed in the adjoining bathroom. When she came out, Benson had already set up his camera for an overhead shot, The large piece of red velvet material was spread out in the center of the floor. Raina was a little self-conscious as she walked into the room wearing nothing but her high heels.
Benson stared at her body for a moment and started to get an erection. She was so fresh, unlike most of the burned-out models he was used to photographing.
Raina looked up at him and smiled. "Well, how do I look?"
"Just beautiful."
If Raina had stopped to think about it, she was attracted to Benson. In a way, he reminded her of Deke. He was stocky and his body was heavily corded with muscle. His hair, although straight, was black and he sported a well-trimmed Van Dyke beard. Raina noticed the bulge in his tight, wheat-colored jeans and quickly looked away.
"Do you want me to lie down here, Oliver?"
"Yes. Lie down on your right side. Put one knee up in the air as if you were a drum majorette strutting down Main Street."
He took off his shoes, crawled on the red velvet, and began arranging her ash blonde hair so that it would spill across the material. As he knelt down, his knees touched her bare buttocks and his balls started aching. He carefully curled the tips of her hair around his finger and placed it against the background. He moved her arms into position and straightened up her right leg. Then he climbed up the ladder and looked at the picture through the lens of the camera.
"Almost perfect. Stretch out the fingers of your hand. Spread them out. That's it. It's sexier that way. Lift your knee a little higher. Higher! No, that's too much. Back a bit. Now, can you hold your breath for a few minutes?"
Once he began taking the photographs, Benson forgot about his own sexual desire. He photographed Raina in many positions on the red velvet during the morning. By lunch time Raina was as relaxed about being nude in front of the photographer as if they had known each other all their lives. He ordered lunch delivered from a local delicatessen, and over lunch he told Raina, "You know, there's a lot of good money to be made in spread shots. And you wouldn't have to show your face."
“Just what are spread shots?"
“Shots of your pussy wide open. Close-up things. I sometimes do that sort of work. It pays real well. And, like I said, they don't have to see your face."
"How much does it pay?"
“Fifty dollars a session. It's either all morning or all afternoon. Sometimes you're required to do a few kinky things. You know, stuff a banana in it or finger yourself or spread the lips of your vagina apart and so forth. What do you think?"
"As long as it would be between the two of us and nobody would have to know, I guess it would be all right."
That afternoon Benson arranged Raina on a black background. The first shot was her wearing high heels, squatting, with her legs spread apart and the camera focused on the center of her cunt. Benson could barely keep from salivating as he shot her pussy in different positions.
"Spread your pussy wide. Wider. No, let me show you how."
His fingers touched the lips of her warm cunt. He knew he couldn't stop himself. He opened his mouth and completely covered her cunt with his mouth. Raina lay back on the black satin and threw her legs apart, allowing him access to her cunt. She slid her hands under her buttocks and pushed her cunt up against his face. He dipped his tongue in as far as it would go, lathing the soft vaginal passages. Then he attacked her clitoris, licking it with the tip of his tongue and pausing to bite and chew it until it grew fully erect.
"I've wanted to eat your snatch since you walked in here," he breathed and lowered-his head once again to her sweet, secreting slit.
As he sucked her, he fumbled with the zipper of his pants and managed to wiggle out of them. He ripped away his shirt, tearing several buttons, and slipped out of his sandals. His body was hard and muscular and there was a thin patch of black hair running down the middle of his back to the crevice of his ass, which reminded Raina of Deke. Benson stood up, clasped his cock and balls, and waved them at her proudly. His cock was quite large, very thick and uncircumcised, just as Deke's had been.
Raina got to her knees and opened her mouth. She wrapped her elastic lips around his cockhead, forcing the foreskin back. His thick cock slowly disappeared into her mouth. Raina opened her eyes and blinked them at him. He slid his hands behind her head and pushed his cock down her throat until his balls touched her chin. As she moved her head back, her tongue slipped out and circled the head of his cock and lingeringly explored the tiny slit. Then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft, sucking the flesh and biting it gently. Lifting his heavy balls, she began licking them. Benson put his hands on his hips and watched her do her work.
She's fantastic, he thought to himself. If only I could get her to make fuck films, we could make a mint.
"I'm going to fuck you in the mouth," he muttered. "Fuck your mouth like it was a cunt." He began bucking his hips forward, jamming his cock through her wet lips.
"That's it, baby. Give me good suck. Eat that cock. Make love to it. Then I'm gonna give you something hot and juicy. I'm gonna shoot my load down your throat."
Raina moved her hands around to the crevice of his ass and fondled the patch of hair above his buttocks. She slid her fingers between his buttocks and began fingering his asshole as he fucked her in the mouth.
"Slip your finger in there, baby. Finger-fuck my ass while I'm fucking you in the mouth with my cock."
Raina opened her mouth as wide as she could and re-angled her head so that the tip of his cock glided easily down her throat. She slid her free hand down to her own breasts and began pinching her nipples, sending little tremors of delight through her body as she sucked the photographer's cock. Benson stood on his tiptoes and his legs began to shake like a tuning fork.
"Keep going, baby," he said. "KEEP GOING!"
Raina kept going and soon her mouth was filled with a warm, thick liquid. It filled the cavern of her mouth and she began to swallow slowly, savoring the taste of his semen. When he finished coming, she moved her mouth back and forth over his cock, sucking and squeezing out every last drop. Benson lay down on the black satin, panting hard.
"Give me a minute, sweetheart. I'll get it up again. This time I want to put it into your cunt."
He nestled his head on her stomach and languidly toyed with the hairs of her damp cunt with the tip of his tongue. The fragrant odor of her femininity and the feel of her soft body so close to his caused him to get aroused once again. He lapped her cunt several times until he was fully erect. Then he turned her over on her stomach.
"I want to fuck you dog-style," he said. "I want to fuck you right across this floor."
Raina got down on her elbows, reached between her legs and grabbed his spongy cock. She rubbed the head of it over her quivering slit and opened up to receive him. Benson dug his fingers into her hips and pushed forward, working his cock into the warm confines of her cunt.
"Oh, baby. It feels even better than your mouth," he groaned.
He started his rhythm slowly, wanting to enjoy the fucking. He hadn't been with such a beautiful girl in years. He eased his thick cock in and out of her cunt. With each stroke it became coated with her vaginal juices. He couldn't resist any longer. He put his hand down between her legs, rubbed his fingertips over his wet cockshaft, and then licked them.
"M-m-m-m, baby. You taste sweet."
As soon as he tasted her secretions, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back. He dug his fingers into her buttocks and began hunching his cock into her like a hound in heat. Raina pushed her cunt back against him. As he bore down on her, he forced his cock deeper into her cunt. Suddenly Raina felt a great, roaring rush of passion and she began to climax. It had been the first time she'd reached orgasm with a man in a long time. She pushed her cunt back against him, reached through his legs, and squeezed his balls. Benson began to bellow like an animal caught in a trap. Suddenly she felt his warm, sticky juices flow into her. It was much too much. She had been without a good man for too long. She spread herself out flat and he collapsed on top of her. His cock slid out of her cunt.
"Baby, you were fantastic," said the photographer, covering the smooth skin of her back with kisses. "You and me are gonna have something good going for a long time."
Benson and Raina became lovers, but there were two things she wouldn't do which he wanted: she wouldn't move in with him, and she wouldn't perform in pornographic films. Benson used her in practically every photographic assignment that came along and he gave her more money than any other model. He took her out to dinner nearly every night and Raina was able to save half of the money she 'earned.
After several months Raina began to tire of both Benson and Savannah. She wanted to move on to a larger city and to more successful men. Each night when she went back to her apartment she would study the map, trying to decide her destiny.
Raina had met another model, older than herself, who told her there were lots of opportunities for models in Baltimore. And when the girl decided that she was going to move, she asked Raina if she would like to go along and Raina said yes.