Chapter 10
"How about it, man," Calvin said, pacing nervously in the living room of Ralph Bronson's cabin. "Time is money. And I got too much of it invested already. Hell! It took me almost an hour to drive out here. And now I've been waiting forty-five minutes and we're still not ready to work."
"I'm sorry, Calvin," Ralph answered. "Really I am. But I can't help it if Nancy's late. Maybe she had a flat tire or something. She's usually a pretty reliable model. Just give her a few more minutes to get here. Look, I've got money invested, too. I had to rent all this equipment." He gestured to the lights and tripods which were set up around the bed. They had cost him quite a bit, but it would be at least a month before the insurance company replaced his damaged cameras.
"All right," Calvin said, grudgingly. "A few more minutes. But that's all." He' took a cigarette from a pack which he had left on the table and put it to his lips. Holding a match to its tip, he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with smoke.
Calvin was tall and muscular, with skin the color of India ink. He was dressed in a tight fitting maroon body shirt made of some soft, synthetic material which clung to his body, revealing every rippling motion of his perfectly developed chest. The shirt was veed down the front to expose a plunging black triangle of torso with muscles that tightened like steel bands each time he moved his arms. His hair was close-cropped and his long angular face was clean-shaven. His arms were long and bulged like the limbs of an oak; his hands, large and sinewy with long, gracefully tapered but powerful fingers.
He was a very popular man in the skin business. Not just for his virile good looks, but for his phenomenal endurance as well. It was said that Calvin's cock never quit in the middle of a session, no matter how long the session took. He could fuck partner after partner, posing for the camera in the most erotic and exciting positions imaginable, yet delay his climax indefinitely if necessary.
This very special talent made him one of the highest paid porno models around. He had already starred in two full-length feature films-rated X, of course-and his face and body were becoming quite familiar to members of America's fastest growing subculture. He liked Ralph's work, and had been posing for him-off and on-for months. But he couldn't afford to waste time this way.
Ralph looked at him apologetically, shaking his head slowly from side to side. He knew that unless the missing model showed up fast, it would be a long time before he succeeded in persuading the handsome black model to take the long drive to his cabin again. Glancing helplessly at the clock, he said, "Maybe I should try calling Nancy again."
"Aaaah, what for?" Calvin said, waving off the suggestion with a disgusted wave of his hand. "You called her just a few minutes ago. She's out, all right. She just ain't here, that's all!"
"Ralph," Marilyn said, her voice soft and uncertain. "I have an idea. Do you think I could fill in for Nancy? I wouldn't mind." She let her eyes roam seductively over Calvin's muscular frame, licking her lips nervously. "I wouldn't mind at all."
Ralph smiled at her. "Thanks, baby," he said. "I appreciate the offer. But it wouldn't help. You're too sexy. Your tits are too big and your ass is too pretty. This layout calls for somebody that looks like a kid. Tiny tits. No ass. More like a boy than a girl. Nancy is perfect for it. But where the hell is she?"
When they heard a timid knock on the kitchen door, all three of them looked up laughing. "Speak of the devil," Calvin said. "She'd better have a real good story."
"I'll go let her in," Marilyn said, heading for the door. "You guys are liable to bite her head off before she even gets in here." But when she opened the door and saw Ellen, she stopped speaking abruptly. Then, composing her face into a smile, she said, "Ellen! Hi! I was expecting somebody else. Come on in."
"Thanks," Ellen said, stepping into the kitchen. "I've been so lonely. I thought I'd go out of my mind." The words tumbled from her mouth like marbles from a bag. "Randy left the other day And Teddy's in big trouble with the navy. I just thought if you weren't busy..." She stopped in mid-sentence, noticing, for the first time, the two men in the living room. .
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know you had company."
Calvin snickered.
"Don't be sorry," Marilyn said. "Come on in. I'd like you to meet someone."
Ellen followed her into the living room, smiling at Ralph and looking curiously at Calvin. She had never seen a more beautiful body on any man. He was built perfectly, his shoulders broad and his waist trim and narrow. The skin of his exposed chest was dark and luxurious, and she resisted a crazy urge to reach out and touch him. She never thought she could feel this way about a Black man, but just looking at him was making her tingle all over.
"Ellen," said Marilyn, "this is Calvin. Calvin, our neighbor Ellen."
"Hello, Ellen," Calvin said, bowing with a slight motion of his head. "Pleased to meet you." His voice was deep and resonant. When he smiled, his teeth flashed white and perfect. He extended his hand, reaching for hers.
"How do you do?" she answered politely, placing her hand in his and feeling him give it a gentle squeeze. He didn't let go, and they stood there for a long moment, their fingers touching.
Then Calvin smiled at Ralph and said, "What an odd coincidence. Your neighbor looks just like Nancy."
"I was just thinking the same thing myself," the photographer answered. "Do you see it, Marilyn?"
"Why not?" Marilyn answered with a shrug of her shoulders. Turning to Ellen, she said, "Calvin is one of our best models. Willing to please and hung like a horse. We were planning to shoot a session today."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Ellen said. "I guess I'd better be going. I didn't know you were working."
"Well, that's just the point," Ralph interrupted. "We're not working. We can't work because the girl who was supposed to pose with Calvin didn't show up. Marilyn offered to take her place, but she just isn't built right. The layout calls for someone built like a young girl. Someone with smaller proportions. Someone who looks like you, in fact."
"Really?" Ellen asked. It sounded almost as though he was getting ready to ask her to pose for him. But that couldn't be. Why would he ask her? She had never modeled before, and surely some experience was required. Besides, she wasn't pretty enough to be a model.
"The girl who didn't show up was going to get fifty bucks for just a couple of hours' work," Ralph continued. "Good money. And easy."
He is asking me, Ellen thought. He's offering me fifty dollars to pose for dirty pictures with this Black man. Why, I never even met him before. I don't know anything about him. But, then, what did I know about Randy? "Gee," she said aloud. "That sounds like a pretty good deal."
"Could you use the money?" Marilyn asked softly.
"I sure could," the blonde girl answered. "With Teddy gone, I really don't know how I'm going to make ends meet. I was going to go looking for a job later this week."
"You've got one here if you want it," Ralph said. He looked quickly away from her, afraid that she would be offended by his suggestion.
Ellen stood for a moment without speaking. She looked at Calvin, his biceps bulging as he took the cigarette from his mouth to blow a long ribbon of smoke into the air. Then, her voice weak and uncertain, she said, "All right. I'll do it."
"Great," Ralph said, walking toward the tripods which held his cameras. "Let's get to work."
Ellen stayed where she was, watching as he opened the back of one of the cameras to insert a roll of film. Calvin began to unbuckle his belt, kicking off his green alligator shoes at the same time.
"You'll have to get undressed," Marilyn said. She stood next to the younger girl, her hand on her arm and her voice gentle. "It won't be as difficult as you think, once you get started."
Nervously, Ellen reached for the front of her blouse, her fingers trembling as she worked at the buttons. When they were open, she pulled it from the waistband of her skirt, slipping it off over her arms. Her breasts were naked, and her nipples hardened to erection as soon as she uncovered them.
At that moment, Calvin, dressed only in his body shirt, looked at her and smiled. "I like that," he said. "We're going to have a real good session, Ellen, honey." As he spoke, he wriggled out of the sleeves of his shirt and stripped it down over his waist. Then, pulling it quickly from his legs, he tossed it on top of his pants where they lay folded on the table.
When the sexy garment's built-in cup-supporter pulled free of his loins, Calvin's cock sprang away from his body, instantly erect. It jumped, like an anxious sentry dog on the end of a chain, pointing I directly at Ellen. The sight of it made her pussy churn. She was glad that she had decided to accept Ralph's offer and pose with the man. His j cock, a long, rigid pole of pulsating black flesh, was even bigger than Randy's. And it was sure to be better than her own fingers.
Stepping quickly out of her skirt, she posed naked for Calvin's examination. He ran his eyes up and down her body, from her ankles to her shoulders, and back again. His gaze slid caressingly over the narrow swell of her boyish hips and the lean curve of her long, sinewy legs. "You've got an out-of-sight body," he said, giving his cock a little shake with a bucking roll of his hips.
Ellen remembered hearing the same words once before. Randy Siegel had said them, while they lay out under the stars the first time they made love. But when Calvin said it, he sounded more like he meant it. "Do you really think so?" she asked.
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't," he answered. Calvin had worked with girls of all different shapes and sizes. Sometimes with two or three of them at a time. And the truth was, he loved them all. That was what made him so successful in his chosen field of endeavor. A fat girl could turn him on just as much as a skinny one. He liked them with tits and he liked them without. As long as they had a cunt, he'd find something special about their bodies. Each was an individual. And each individual one of them was out-of-sight.
"All right," Ralph said. "Shall we get started? Ellen, would you mind getting up on the bed. Marilyn, the lights." He spoke quickly while he was working-business-like and thoroughly professional.
Ellen, following his direction, went to the bed. She realized, for the first time, that everybody was looking at her. Calvin looked with lust, Marilyn with sympathetic understanding, and Ralph with the cold, calculating eye of a technician with a task to perform. But rather than embarrassing her, their attention aroused her. To be the naked center of attention in a group of professional photographers was a totally new experience for her. And she liked it.
"Let's start with a beaver," Ralph said. "Ellen, lie down on your back and spread your legs." She complied quickly, excited beyond belief by the lewdness of her situation. "No, not like that," he said. "Lift your knees but keep your feet on the mattress. Split that beaver and look at the birdie."
A light, which Marilyn held high in the air, flashed, neutralizing the shadows cast by the brightness of the stationary floodlights. "Good," Ralph said, winding the film. "Calvin. Now you stand over her. There. like that. No, look down at her pussy. Good!" The light flashed again.
Ellen felt numb, as though she were moving through a dream. When she thought about what she was doing, the whole thing seemed incredible. Here she was, spreading her legs to show her pussy to the camera while the naked Black stranger stood just over her, his cock stiff and hard. Meanwhile, Ralph was recording the obscene tableaux on film for all time.
The young blonde's cunt felt like it was on fire, and she hoped that it wouldn't be much longer before she got to pose with Calvin's penis inside her. She was dying to see how it would feel. It was huge and massive, like the heavy end of a baseball bat. She found herself doubting that so gigantic an instrument could fit inside her without tearing her pussy apart. But she couldn't wait to try it.
"Reach up, Ellen," Ralph said. "Take hold of his cock with your hand."
Her heart pounding so hard that she was sure everyone could hear it, the young girl reached up tentatively to comply with the photographer's instruction. When her fingertips made grazing contact with the throbbing tool, she heard Calvin draw his breath in sharply. It was hard to believe that he could be as excited by the sight of her as she was by the sight of him. After all, he probably did this every day of the week. But when she wrapped her fingers around the pulsating length of his powerful black hard-on, she heard him moan softly.
"Mmmmmmmmnnnn," he keened. "I like that." His mellow baritone voice was soft and breathy. The sound of it made the fluids in Ellen's pussy flow forcefully, dribbling out between her cunt-lips to moisten the upturned crack of her ass.
"Good, Ellen," Ralph said. "Rub your pussy for me while you hold Calvin's cock." The light in Marilyn's hand was flashing every few seconds. And Ralph's cameras clicked busily. They were mounted on tripods and he hardly moved them, zooming in for close-ups with a long expensive lens.
Ellen rubbed her cunt while Ralph's camera clicked. It felt so good that the expression of passion which flitted across her face was completely genuine. "Open your eyes," Ralph directed. "Look at the camera so that the guy who buys the book thinks you're looking at him. You're playing with Calvin's cock, but you're looking at the reader. Got it?"
Ellen smiled, licking her lips with unfeigned delight as her hand moved sensuously over the hairy plane of her nakedly exposed genitals. Calvin's cock was thick and potent in her hand, its bulbous head so black that it appeared blue in the bright light of the photo floods.
"All right, now," Ralph said, winding his camera. "Let's try a different angle." He began readjusting his tripod, and Ellen wondered if that meant that the models could break the pose. But as long as Calvin was standing where he was, she continued holding his erection, longing to feel his hands on her body at the same time.
"Sit up, Ellen," Ralph directed, "and give the tip of Calvin's pecker a little kiss. Calvin, you reach down and hold her titties. And look straight at the camera."
Ellen crossed her legs and sat up on the mattress. The swollen purple head of Calvin's huge penis bobbed just in front of her nose. She inhaled deeply, savoring its clean, freshly washed aroma. Then, licking her lips to wet them, she craned her neck to place a long, lingering kiss on the head of the mammoth organ.
"Oooooooooohhhhh," Calvin moaned as her lips made moist electric contact with the sensitive membrane which covered his prick. His fingers moved lovingly across the gently rolling prairie of her chest, searching for the erect nubbins which capped her small but sensitive breasts. "When this session is over, baby," he said, "I'm going to fuck you good. With nobody looking."
His words made her pussy steam, its thick, super-heated juices filling the cavity of her vulva and overflowing it to coat the hair-fringed flanges which sealed the erogenous opening. Without waiting for directions from the photographer, she opened her mouth to swallow whole the knob of his pulsating cockhead.
"Good," Ralph said. "That's fine. You're on your own for a while. Do whatever you like. I'll tell you when I get an idea of my own."
His words relieved Ellen, making her feel less like a performer and more like a sexual being. The camera had been coming between her and Calvin, Ralph's muttered directions reminding her constantly of its presence. But now that he had given her free rein, she resolved to take whatever pleasure she could find, letting the experienced professionals worry about the photographs.
Reaching behind him, she moved her hands lightly across the hairless mounds of Calvin's muscular buttocks. The surface felt silky and smooth, as though he had just powdered .or oiled them, and she allowed her fingers to meander uninhibitedly over their wiry expanse. Then, cupping the firm knots of tendon and muscle in her palms, she pulled him forward, shoving his cock deep into her mouth.
She ran her tongue back and forth along the soft, satiny underside of the Black man's swollen cock, tasting the clean, manly flavor of his body. The hair which surrounded the base of his thick penis was curly and soft, like unprocessed wool. And as Ellen swallowed inch after inch of his throbbingly turgid penis, she rubbed her nose against his fur, delighting in its downy softness.
When the head of his weapon battered gently at the back of her throat, she reversed direction, letting the glistening shaft slip away a little at a time. She scraped gently at it with her teeth, as though the erect black cock was, instead, the delicate and savory leaf of a California artichoke. Then, sliding one of her hands over his hip, she reached between his thighs to cup the massive sac which housed his balls.
The twin globes bobbed and rolled inside his scrotum, sliding from one finger to another as she juggled them lovingly. Her sucking mouth was filling the air with obscene slurping sounds, and little rivers of saliva were trickling from the corners of her lips to wet her chin. "Nnnnnnggg," she groaned, the passionate sound muffled by his mouth-stuffing cudgel.
Letting his cockhead slip from her mouth, she began to lick at its shank like a tasty brown fudge-cicle. Her lips were parted, revealing the whiteness of her teeth against his dark skin, and her tongue protruded obscenely between them. She licked up and down the length of his tool, fluttering her tongue rapidly to cover the cylindrical weapon with a glistening sheen of bubbly saliva.
His cock rose like a redwood from the dense and tangled underbrush at its base, posing proudly while the small-breasted, pale-skinned Navy wife licked and lapped at it. Calvin would certainly be interested in seeing this series of pictures. Nothing ever photographed better than an amateur. And in spite of Ellen's enthusiastic improvisation, it was obvious that she had never posed before. In fact, sometimes it even seemed that she hadn't even been fucking for long. She was as hotly aroused as a virgin with her first lover.
Ralph was very pleased with the way things were going. He hadn't even hoped that Ellen would turn out to be this good. She loved what she was doing, and that would show up on the film, making these pictures extremely salable. As a professional titillater, Ralph had long ago come to the conclusion that facial expressions were a much more important part of porn photography than most people realized. Even an ugly couple looked beautiful and erotic if they were really enjoying each other's bodies.
And there was nothing ugly about Calvin and Ellen. Both of them were extremely attractive in an erotically contrasting way. If Ellen was willing, maybe he would use her as a regular. The shots of her and Marilyn in bed together had been terrific, even though snapped at random by an automatic camera. He could think of half a dozen other girls he'd like to match her up with. And twice as many guys. His own cock was hard as a rock, just watching them. He wondered how Marilyn was reacting. Maybe when the session was finished, the four of them could get it on together. Just for fun.
When he had shot about half a roll of Ellen's excellent blowjob, he said, "How about some imagine fuckin' now? Ellen, stand up and climb onto Calvin's legs. This is one of Calvin's best poses. Calvin, help her out. Show her what to do."
Ellen stood up quickly, pulling her lips reluctantly from the black colossus's cock. She stood facing him, his stiff-shanked erection bridging the space between them. Calvin placed his hands under her arms and lifted her off the mattress, carrying her to him and holding her aloft while she wrapped her legs around the mighty columns of his thighs.
His cock stood up and away from his body at a forty-five-degree angle, pointing straight at the gaping slit of Ellen's moist and anxious vagina. He lowered her gently onto its rigid hardness, feeling the gracefully curving tip penetrate the softness of her vulva as her lips rolled back to clear a path.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh," she sighed as the long pole of rigidly throbbing cockflesh worked its way slowly up into the tightly contracting depths of her tender young vaginal canal. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders, thrilling to the touch of the masculine contours of his bulging muscles.
Then, just as she was settling comfortably into position, the door burst open with a shattering of glass. And Teddy stormed into the room, a mindless expression of insane and violent fury distorting his clean-cut features. In his hand was an ugly black metal object, the size and shape of a small pineapple. She knew immediately what it was, although she had never seen a hand grenade before.
"No, Teddy," she blurted. "Don't do it!" But it was too late. His hands moved so quickly that the motion was nothing more than a blur. And the horrible device fell to the floor in their midst, ticking lethally.
Oh, God, she thought. I wish I had stayed in Davis, where I belonged. It was the last thing that crossed her mind before she heard the explosion. And the last thought of her life.
The silence of the country afternoon was shattered suddenly by a shocking blast which shook the earth and sent splintered fragments of roof and wall hurtling through the air along with the broken and lifeless bodies of five human beings. Then all was silent again, except for the cheerful twittering of the birds.
Somewhere in the distance, a coyote howled. Another rabbit had died, after falling hopelessly under the spell of his hypnotic stare. Life went on.