Chapter 9
Slowly I opened my eyes from a peaceful snooze to face a drooling, auburn hedged vagina, upside down, only inches from my nose. The odor of sweat and musky come filled my nostrils. Two alabaster thighs, wrapped around my face, exuded waves of warmth through my cheeks. Down below between my pulsing loins, I could feel a hot, moist mouth enveloping my solid boner, its caressing suction sending flashes of pleasure through my stretched out torso.
Dreamily, I recalled how Melanie and I, just hours before, had gone fuck crazy celebrating our triumphant return to our very own Anytime Modeling Agency with an all-out, no-holds-barred sin session on the familiar dilapidated couch. Then as a final nightcap, we had relaxed in a classic "69" position, and gone absolutely berserk in a never-to-be-forgotten twin eat-out before drinking ourselves into an exhausted sleep.
Now it was morning and I was hungry again. Drawing Melanie closer, I gently ran my hand over my seductive teammate's rounded hips and full white thighs. Pressing my nose into the sticky luxuriant pubic growth, I began wetting the tender crease of flesh with my stiff and spirited tongue, slurping up the delicate flavors of her previous shoot-out. I lashed out snake-like with a frenzy amounting almost to madness and groaned like a savage animal, breath quickening and heart pounding.
I heard Melanie sigh as she awakened, trembling under the fiery impact of my titillating, searing kisses. Joining in the action, she raised her free leg past my bobbing head, leaving her thighs slightly parted and her dark dampness open like an orchid. With lips closed around the smooth mound, my tongue explored her inner depths, greedily sucking and nibbling her clit with increasing vigor. I smiled to myself as Melanie, shuddering gently, offered her pinkish slit to me without reservation.
As my part of our duo blowjob, I thrust my hips back and forth like a well-oiled machine, driving my stiff maleness into the searing channel of her willing mouth. I quivered and sobbed, intoxicated with the full tide of bliss that permeated every limb of my body. I flinched as Melanie's sharp fingernail probed between the cleft of my firm butt, piercing the secret recesses of my ass to the knuckle. With abandon, I savored the feverish jolts of pleasure now leaping from anus to scrotum. Not to be surpassed by my overheated sidekick, I ran my hand over the neat, soft curve of Melanie's velvety rear end, wedging my middle finger between the soft cheeks of her fanny, and began to excite her further with the full length of my diddling invader.
I felt the muscles tensing throughout my body, as our stroke for stroke togetherness increased in intensity and speed. I pulled at her hips avidly, and Melanie shivered, as her pelvis rotated urgently, round and round. My extended tongue speared past the swelling folds of her outer lips, hunting the hidden cave of her sex sheath and deftly inserting itself. My breath caught in my throat as I tasted the heat and moisture of her love-juiced trough. I buried my face in her, open-mouthed, sopping up her bright red innards, straining to touch the bottomless pit of that delectable womb.
Downstairs, I felt the quivering tension of Melanie's lips and mouth, filled with my glorious hugeness, twisting and weaving from side to side. I countered with furious plunges, my blonde silky covered testicles slapping hard and wetly against my lover's pounding forehead. Simultaneously, her tunneling finger stabbed deeper into my gyrating posterior, worming its way far past the mouth of my bruised rear entrance. Our bodies heaved violently as we sought our satisfaction, devouring each other's privates, hungrily, rapturously.
With clean sweeps of my tongue, I whipped up the froth inside her steaming gusher. In answer, Melanie screwed wildly with lusty jerks and jogs of her hips and bottom. I ate ravenously of the very center of her sex arena, coaxing her instrument of love until I brought on the shaking and bucking that meant the approach of her climax. Then a sudden convulsion, and her thighs oozed with excited juices that poured out of her overflooding swamp. Moaning deliriously, Melanie came in one shattering moment, wild and mean, while I chokingly sucked my reward the creamy deluge of love's labor lost, the almost strangling sweetness of her honeycomb.
I felt the hot wash of her orgasm fill my throat to overflowing like a jetting waterfall, as I moaned in rapture. Supremely delighted with myself, I concentrated on her continuing eruption, completely oblivious to everything, but the warm flood that flowed from the very door of the womanhood. Melanie seemed to be emptying herself to her very source. I swallowed, backed away, and then lunged inward again.
When her ardor finally diminished, she sobbed with relief and bit sharply down on my throbbing appendage still entrenched deep in her wide-stretched mouth.
"Let's change positions," I suggested, licking my chops voraciously. "Sit on it, honey. I like to watch it go in."
Reluctantly, Melanie allowed me to withdraw my slippery joystick, bit by bit. I laid on my back expectantly, and took a good long look at my sex kitten's treasure. Struggling to sit up, she wiped off her lips daintily, then straddled my pelvis, with knees bent alongside my ribs. Ready now for the ultimate act of bliss, Melanie parted her thighs, revealing the pink nether lips hidden between their juncture and the curly dark hair above. My famous swollen member throbbed in anticipation of the new horizons in view. Holding my moistened rapier tenderly, my sweetie-pie inserted the head of that glorious flagstaff inside her spread beaver, watching it bury itself. A soft hissing sound came from her lips as she pressed herself downward. Her auburn tressed head bent forward as she felt the mighty flesh-sword slip into the heart of her nest.
"Right on!" I choked, whimpering in sexual torment, as I slid upward, filling her completely. Considerate, but forceful, Melanie braced herself for the fun ahead. We strove to please each other completely in satisfying our sensual needs, fulfilling the holy rites of our near perfect male-female relationship. Watching her boobs jostling up and down violently, I lifted my buttocks and shoved in as far as I could go, then let out again and in again with deep moans of ecstasy. "Love it, love it, love it!" I urged crazily.
"You're still the best piece of meat in the world, lover," Melanie purred, busting her ass to meet my thrusts, blow for blow. She slammed homeward against my pelvis with every body twist she could think of. My eyes swept over the curvy sexpot's swaying orbs, soft belly, and loins running with perspiration. Her boiling young blood seemed to drive her on with ever increasing urgency. "How does it feel?" she gasped, then squeezed all the harder.
"Are you kidding?" I answered, shifting the weight of my tail and groaning gently, enjoying the tingling sensations she was inducing with her hip-swivels, boldly matching my bedroom bounce. I trembled with the excitement that swept through my frame. "No bullshitting, you're the high point in my sex life," I panted, nearly swooning. Melanie was tearing the insides out of me with her furious pounding, almost knocking the wind out of me with every gyration. Never once did we stop as we raced onward ready to burst together into a rapturous climax. "Your body is so bitchin'! " I rasped, drunk with lust.
Just then, the telephone began to ring. Startled more than scared, we stopped our action-packed screwing and stared blankly at the instrument as it jangled away on the edge of the desk next to our steaming love seat.
I let out a howl, annoyed by the untimely interruption of our sex games. "Who the hell can that be?" I spit venomously. "What a lousy time to pick to call! Nobody could possibly know we're even here except...."
"Dr. Prickett!" Melanie finished my sentence, her stranglehold on my palpitating stick squeezing like a tourniquet. "Oh, Kenny! Something must have gone wrong!" she looked at me, wide-eyed and panic-stricken.
"Who gives a fuck! We just won't answer it," I ordered, grumbling, then reached forward with my hands and opened her moist feminine charms with my fingers. Concentrating intently on what I was doing to her pretty little cave, I toyed with the tiny crimson guard, my thumbs rolling the burning flesh with quick strokes.
But the mood was hard to sustain since the ringing of the phone went on and on.
"Please, darling!" Melanie whined, looking worried. "Please, stop!" She pushed my fingers off her pulsing hot spot with a slap of her hand. "We really must answer it. It might be news about Priscilla. I just couldn't stand another hassle with that terrible sadist 'he-she.' Who knows what she's up to now?" she wailed, wringing her hands tragically.
"All right already, scaredy cat. Answer it then, damn rU" I sneered, washing my hands of the entire scene. Leaning back, I folded my burly arms behind my head and sulked. "I've had just about enough shit from that queer quack and that hard-bitten fag-in-drag. Don't forget, you guys were the ones who talked me into this whole sordid mess."
Real pro that she was, Melanie ignored my childish complaints, leaned all the way back over the edge of the couch, twisted sideways so that she could reach past the edge of the desk and grabbed the receiver without even disturbing our pleasure-giving coupling. I grit my teeth and struggled to keep from shooting as her vise-like throttle on my love-basket seemed to be touching the very nerve center of my torso. I could feel her simmering juices trickling over the inside of my throbbing thighs and further down past my loose hairy balls. No doubt about it, those boiling sex fires were building up inside me, promising to burst forth with a bigger bang than hers.
"Good morning, Anytime Modeling Agency, Miss Melanie speaking," she cooed into the telephone with a sickeningly sweet tone of voice. Struggling to sit up, she gestured toward me furiously to do the same and listen in on the conversation.
Frowning, I obeyed, but then like a naughty kid, I began playing around and hugged her to me. That smooth skin rubbing against mine and those hanging breasts of hers, pressing on my matted chest, just added fuel to the fire. I nuzzled her neck avidly, as I sucked on her earlobe and rotated her full-filled mounds wildly with both hands. Uncontrollable surges of passion orbited up my magnificent passion pole which still crammed her sheath to the hilt and held our bodies together as one. Melanie's eyes rolled in exasperation, as she tried to push me far enough away so that we could both listen to the telephone she held between our two heads.
"Melanie, me dear, it's Dr. Prickett," the voice from the other end chirped enthusiastically. "I'm sorry to disturb you two youngsters, but it's most important! I just got an urgent cast call from a prominent movie director friend of mine. He's a major studio man who's just getting into pornie productions. Mind you, not the run-of-the-mill two-bit smut sagas, but real first run full-length extravaganzas with color and sound. They're bound to break all box office records for erotic movies in 1971!" He paused for breath and waited for our reaction to this announcement.
Dirty skin flicks were the last thing I was thinking about as I glanced down at those pink knobs of flesh, so invitingly cresting the soft twin peaks, crushed between our trembling bodies and only inches away. Pushing the curvy hills upward, I bent my head down and fastened my lips over one nipple like a plunger over a plugged drain. Melanie fell back, aghast, leaning on one arm, trying to control herself as she watched me fondle the goodies I'd been eyeballing.
Dr. Prickett went on, probably a little disappointed at our silence. "Anyway I took the liberty of setting up an interview this evening for the two of you. This might be the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that could make you both stag film superstars playing young, passionate, idealistic, long-haired sex rebels. It's easy money, kids, and with the equipment nature has given you, you'd be fools not to take advantage of it. It should be one heckuva educational experience, and just think! You'll be getting paid for mixing pleasure with perversion."
"Oh, swell!" I came up gulping for air, madder than hell and yelled into the mouthpiece. "We just barely missed getting our asses into the mouthpiece. "We just barely missed getting our asses shot off by that 'strange puss' and her paid killers, and now, you're already busy pegging us to do another job equally gross filthy nude pics! Well, screw you, dad, and fuck your fun, fame, and fortune in low-down sex fantasies. We're laying low for awhile! We need our rest!" With that, I returned to balling my broad, pummeling her titties with my hands and pinching the flaming tips, while my fleshy dagger stabbed her again and again. Putting all of myself into a five star performance, my growing desires rapidly spread as I tunneled away like a man possessed. Melanie purred in sensual contentment, trying not to lose control.
"For a guy hung like a horse, you sure lack balls!" Dr. Prickett scolded, sounding hurt. "How can you miss? You're calling the shots now, and this promises to be a really fantastic deal! If you kids play your sheets right, you can't help but become smash film successes. Why, you're certain to build up a following, and from then on, it's easy street. So come on! Be reasonable, my boy. Remember, people forget very fast. You're only as good as your last gig."
A wide smile of comprehension spread over Melanie's face, as she thought this over. "Listen sweetie, maybe he's got something," she murmured sexily. "It sounds like a trippy idea to me. I mean, for us to be nudie superstars with worldwide publicity and all that show-biz stuff. Pretty please, honey, don't be an old fuddy-duddy! We've always had the glamor, and not much know-how, but no it's gonna be different. We have lots going for us and our names are already big thanks to 'sewer mouth' Priscilla's undercover imagine thigh work. Besides, it's really not much fun being out of work," she reminded me, blinking her thickly lashed green eyes innocently.
"Kee-rist! Pardon me for breathing!" I yelled resentfully. "I hope you both won't be too upset if I cut in on this meeting of the minds, but a freaky thought just happened to occur to me. like, whatever became of that 'priceless' tin box full of 'damaging evidence'? I mean, knowing how rotten and evil as well as smart and cunning Priscilla is, how is that 'evidence' going to prevent her from sending her goon squad after us? Man, once they catch us, our international movie careers won't be worth a plugged nickel."
Dr. Prickett at the other end of the line cleared his throat, chuckled, and answered reassuringly. "Now, now, don't worry your two pretty pin heads over that. Consuela I mean, Mrs. Rigsby, our guardian angel, has the box and its precious contents securely locked in her private safe deposit box. If anything should happen to any one of us, the district attorney has explicit instructions to open the container and proceed with a legal prosecution of Priscilla's illegal sexploitation hanky-panky. My son, there's enough in those papers to keep that black-hearted bitch in the clink till we're all old and gray. So you see, we're in the clear, and for now, the sky's the limit!" he bragged triumphantly.
"Oh, Dr. Prickett, you're really something else, you know that?" Melanie burbled happily, swaying her treasure chest in rhythm with her raging downstrokes. "Now that everything's settled, let's stop farting around and get grooving on this big nudie star trip."
"Spoken like a real pro! I have always admired your spirit, my child," Prickett complimented her. "After all, we didn't make the rotten world we live in, so what's wrong with earning piles of money, being the center of a million pairs of eyes, and getting mobbed and kissed by half-crazy teeny boppers? Heaven knows, sex is here to stay, and we might as well share in the good times while we're still young enough to enjoy them."
"You're blowing my mind, doc," Melanie squealed enthusiastically, as she wiggled up and down in pure joy. Her renewed action left my soaking saber throbbing and aching for more.
"That settles it then!" Dr. Prickett concluded. "Consuela my dear and only love is right here at my side witnessing this evening's interview. Tomorrow, bright and early, I'll be shopping around for the proper vehicles to display your sexual prowess. It certainly looks like a new and exciting future for both of you, so get a good rest while you can, and lots of luck in the future! I'll phone back soon. Oh, by the way," he giggled, "Consuela sends her greetings and says, 'Just dial 'L' for lust!' "
There was a hasty click at the other end of the line. Melanie leaned backward, bending her slim body until she just managed to place the receiver properly on the phone base. An ecstatic smile glowed on her pretty face.
I growled like a beast as the tightness of her lovelock acted like a sex prod, impelling me to lean forward toward my partner's creamy bosom. I squeezed her ample globes with rough fingers, and massaged the nipples till they stood up hard and firm. Then I moved my head toward her slim waist and rounded belly, exploring the deep mystery of her navel with my probing tongue. She was really hot again, far out of her mind, straining her well-shaped derriere upwards to make herself even more exposed and inviting. As unrestrainable as a lioness in heat, she rolled her eyes, ran her hands up and down my muscle-bound arms, and manipulated her thighs crazily, squishing my rampaging piston, and begging with every fibre of her body for one more final super-grand ail-American orgiastic climax!
Trying to suppress the shudders that racked her torso, Melanie finally managed to sit up. I let go of her bountiful tits, but smiled happily as her new position forced my tubular pride and joy to penetrate her warmth even deeper. With her legs wide apart, she was able to take all my gratifying length with ease. "Savage!" she cried, pressing her lips against mine, kissing me open-mouthed and hard tongued. With our bodies locked in maniacal abandon, we clung to each other, striving and searching for new ways to heighten our prolonged sexual bout. "Shoot in me, darling shoot!" my sin mate begged, her eyes glazed and unseeing, her nails cutting long welts down my back, and her frame molded against mine in a passion of welcome.
"O-o-o-oh, yeah! I can't hold back much longer," I swooned, falling back on the cushions, holding her tightly against my chest and belly. We lay there in a clinch, face to face, body to body, my hands locked together across her lower back, her slender arms wrapped around my neck. I was lost to the world, and all I wanted to do now was cornel My sexed-up kitten's breath was heavier, sounding harsh in my ear as my searing rod, strong and straight, punched upward high into her essence in final proof of my manly strength. "I'm coming home, babe," I promised, arching so that my pelvis met hers with sledge hammer force, again and again.
Pumping potently, feeding it into her, deep and slick in a reckless delirium, I barely noticed as Melanie froze in an almost motionless orgasm. Joyous whimpers rose from her mouth and grew into full throated cries of bliss, as my drilling reached the ultimate in intensity at the very moment she blew her wad. The second time around, her love nest drooled and flowed with juice like a split wine barrel. Heaving and shaking, she thrashed around, her hips went into orbit, and her throat gave out the weirdest sounds. I marveled at the way her genital muscles contracted and sucked my nine incher far within her deluged pool like a vacuum cleaner, sending me into even wilder sexual frenzy. The feeling was fucking incredible, man!
Short of breath, my heart beating at an unbelievable rate, I let out a piercing bellow that shook the office, as I finally came in a quick, turbulent storm of quivering thighs, spilling forth my hot cargo in a good old, full-bodied ejaculation. Growling and snarling like a hungry beast in search of prey, I gave it to her hard and long, as our lovemaking brought me to my supreme-triumph total sexual satisfaction transporting me into pure, unthinking sweetness. My hips were thrusting involuntarily, wanting more, as giant electric charges passed through my being, spurring me on to greater passion. Melanie churned her pelvis, dredging the streaming seed out of me, as our fluids mingled freely with each other in our long, drawn out eruption. Wide-eyed and panting, we lay crushed together, feverishly linked in our love embrace, gasping with exertions.
"I'm totally wiped out," I laughed, hating to admit the approaching end of our waning desires, but really all petered out from our fiery love-in.
The sweat from our bellies joined and ran down our legs, while Melanie rubbed her slippery knockers, solid and milky soft, across my furry-damp bare chest. "You sure turn a mean trick, baby doll," I complimented her affectionately, running my hands over her velvet skinned bottom. I reveled in the round, plump cheeks of her ass, stroking, caressing, and pinching them gently. "There's nobody makes me as happy as you do, sweetheart."
"Yeah, why do our ballings always seem so special?" she whispered hoarsely, as I felt her hot and sweet breath on my cheek. She sighed with pleasure and ran her hands over our thighs, still drenched with sticky fluid. "Gosh, was that ever a good fuck! It gets better all the time, ya' know?" she giggled, tightening the grip of her naked legs around my discharged weapon still buried in the center of her slushy bearded cunt.
Stretched out like a contented tomcat, I let go of her tender baby pink body slowly, fuck-happy-relaxed, and lay back, inert. We remained that way for a few minutes in a tangle of sweaty arms and legs, catching our breaths, my nuts still jetting sporadic spurts of warm jizz, the streaming overload running down onto the cushions, forming a thick puddle.
"Oooooh, I'm beginning to dig it already!" Melanie's voice suddenly interrupted my reverie. "Can't you see our naked assets jiggling across a movie screen the size of a football field? I mean, I bet there'll be a couple of major studios dangling fabulous million dollar pictures in front of our faces in no time! Who knows, we might even become king and queen of those hard-core dirty screw films! Why, I can see it all now from rags to nudies riches. . . "
I stopped listening to her little girl babblings, as my mind wandered back to the out-of-sight passionate night we had gone through and the sex-filled morning workout just finished. I yawned and lay very still, half asleep, my face buried in my love mate's soft, long hair. Stirring slightly, I groaned contentedly, then sank slowly into deep slumber. "Movieland, here we come!" I thought to myself. "But first, a growing boy like me needs his beauty rest."