Chapter 2
They were in the downstairs bedroom. Retha had taken him in there because he could get out the French windows quickly in case her mother came home early.
Her mother would never know what Skip was doing there, of course, but Retha still didn't want Lydee to know that her daughter even knew Skip.
She had gotten him a beer. He sat on the sofa across from her, drinking and lightly running his thumb up and down the bulge in the front of his jeans.
It was a huge bulge, even soft, and Retha was thinking that, under different circumstances, she might very well enjoy sucking and fucking this handsome white boy.
"You know, of course, that in my films we don't fake it," he said.
"I know."
"I mean, we get down to it ... all the way."
"Betsy told me," Retha said.
"Betsy's a good head and she's wild on film. That's because she digs screwing anyway. Do you?"
"I ... I guess I'm normal," Retha gulped. "And I need the money." "By the way, how old are you?" "Nineteen."
"Nineteen, eh? Cool. That's a good age. You look great in that outfit you have on, but would you mind taking it off so I can see what you look like naked?"
"Is that necessary?"
"Hell," he laughed. "Modesty."
Still chuckling, Skip quickly maneuvered his jeans and shorts off.
"There," he said. "I show you, you show me!"
Hesitantly, Retha peeled off her own clothing until she stood in front of Skip as naked as the day she was born.
He scrutinized her nude body carefully . . . looking for any flaws or signs of wear and tear such as stretch marks or operative scars. None were to be found, though. Her complexion was flawless. Smooth, dark and soft. The thick bush of curls on her cunt was as black as the hair on her head. Her tits were big and firm and bouncy looking. And her ass was a pair of perfectly molded twin globes.
"Am I okay?" Retha asked timidly.
"Okay? Hell, you're perfect!" And jaded as his sexual appetite had become, he felt his prick hardening at the sight of her glorious nudity.
He tore at his shirt as he moved toward her, his stiff prick bearing visual testimony to his arousal. He pulled her up close to his body and began feeling her up with the unleashed passion of a fumbling schoolboy.
"Wait!" Retha gasped, pushing him away. "Are you sure that this isn't just a fast promotion into bed instead of a job?"
"Baby, I'm on the level," Skip assured her. "Now let's get on with it. Let's fuck!"
"Do I get paid for it?" she asked.
"Paid? Are you a prostitute, too?"
"Of course not," she snapped. "But you said you wanted to hire me to work. And don't tell me this is just a rehearsal."
"Shit!" he hissed. "You're not a goddamned virgin, are you?" "No."
"Well, then. Don't you ever fuck just for fun?"
Yes, Retha thought, she loved to fuck for fun. Fucking was supposed to be fun.
"I'm sorry," she finally said. "I'm just too suspicious, I guess. I don't know you yet. Maybe you just came on too strong, too fast."
"Maybe. But I have an idea. I am going to hire you. So why don't we call it a rehearsal, like you said? Get to know if we have the right chemistry together in bed? A lot of the chicks I've worked with for sex pictures just lie back and spread their legs, but have no enthusiasm for the work. Shit, the only reason I do this kind of stuff is because I enjoy sex."
"I thought money was the reason," Retha said.
"Oh, the money's important, all right. But I could make money at other jobs, if it came down to that. I like to enjoy my work, though, and if I can get paid for doing what I enjoy doing most, then hell, why not?"
"You've got a point there," Retha grinned.
His cock was huge and rubbing against her belly. It was having its effect. Her pussy was starting to ooze juice from its hot lips.
"You want it, don't you, baby?" he growled.
"You're shaking."
"Yeah," Retha said, "I guess I do."
The heat of his body was heavy on hers as his mouth fused with hers and his hands covered her body with an expertise that set off electric charges within her.
"Let's get into bed," he whispered hotly, his mouth at her ear. "I feel like a whore."
"Then it's up to me to make you feel like a woman."
"Could we go a little slower, Skip?"
"Why waste time, baby? You need me and I need you ... for now, anyway. It's true . . . isn't it?" His hard cock was rubbing against her thigh. It sent sparks right to the core of her cunt.
At that moment a hatred for all men rose quickly in her breast. But it faded quickly when his hands found the soft mound between her thighs. He was right.
She felt herself being pulled. His arms wound around her and lifted her, carrying her to the bed. The next thing she knew they were on the bed. She could feel the throbbing hardness of his cock pressing insistently against her leg.
"Do you know you're beautiful?"
"I've been told," she whispered.
"And sexy?"
"I've been told that, too."
"Sexier than most girls?"
"That's just one man's opinion."
"That's my opinion," Skip said. "And, believe me, I know . . . I've had them all."
"But you haven't had me," she said, her body shaking like a leaf.
"But I'm going to."
His mouth was eager, adept. He groped at her smooth tawny thighs and her body moved to let him know she yearned for his touch. Excitement rose to high tide in her as his supple fingers probed her crotch.
"Passionate baby," he crooned, pushing her back against the headboard, hovering over her. "Do I drive you crazy?"
"Yes," she admitted, her voice uneven.
"Good."
She waited, excitement zigzagging through her, wondering when he would start fucking her, wishing he would hurry.
He lay next to her and ran his big hands all over her naked body. His blunt fingers gently caressed her long, tapering legs and probed into the pubic hairs on her dark pussy. He parted the soft lips and went inside to play with her clitoris. His other hand moved up to her huge tits and squeezed them tenderly. With his forefinger and thumb, he tweak- ed the nipples which had already grown stiff with desire.
All this time, Retha lay still, letting Skip have his way with her naked body. Now he had infused the desire in her to begin reciprocating. Her own hands went to his naked dick and felt the strength and hardness and hairiness of his totally masculine meat.
Her fingers spread out and smoothly raced over the taut surface of his thigh. The same delicate fingers crept teasingly up his thigh until they had reached his wide-open crotch. She plunged her hand between his parted legs and ever so gently cupped his massive balls in her palm. She lifted them, bounced them, and stroked them with tender loving care. She fully knew how sensitive a man's balls were, and she responded with equal sensitivity in her probing touch.
She had less success in grasping Skip's gigantically huge hard-on. Though she stretched her fingers to the utmost, they only partially encircled the thick circumference of his distended prick. Nevertheless, she moved her hand in a rapid motion over and under and all up and down the entire length of his mammoth cock, feeling every smooth, powerful inch of the awesomely big hunk of meat.
Then Skip pulled his whole body onto the bed next to her and pressed his powerful frame tightly against hers, kissing her passionately. He thrust his wet tongue down her throat as she forced her own tongue into his mouth.
He sat up long enough to spread her legs into position and to pull her cunt open widely. His strong arms then held his weight hovering over her as he brought his stiff dick into contact with her yawning pussy.
"That's bigger than any cock I've ever had before," Retha gasped. "Do ... do you think I can take it all right?"
"No sweat, baby," Skip rasped. "Your cunt's got more than enough room to handle my dick. I've gotten into tighter holes than yours."
"Well, take it easy, anyway, will you, please?" she begged.
"I always do, honey. I always do."
And he did. Skip didn't believe in pushing his prick all the way into a girl's cunt the same way a man shoves his hand into a glove. He took his time, getting the thick knob at the head of his cock in first. Then he pushed in another inch or so, making sure Retha showed no discomfort. When he had finally eased about six or seven good stiff inches up her hole, he held up awhile, fucking her with only the portion of prick he had driven into her hole.
Soon, however, Retha became so inflamed with lustful desire that she was tearing at his shoulders with her fingernails, crying for more.
Skip readily complied, driving the remainder of his thick prong into her burning gash. It made Retha gasp. Never before in her life had she ever had such a feeling. Her body was completely impaled by a long, thick lance of stiffened male flesh. Her first sensation was that of nearly being split in two. But as his imprisoned cock began to slide in and out of her cunt furiously, she kept pumping her ass upward in order to take every inch that slid back in with increasing rapidity.
"OWWW, SHIT," Skip groaned, "YOU ARE ONE GOOD FUCK, BABY! YOU DO LOVE IT!"
A deep groan escaped from her lips as his body wedged between her thighs. Suddenly she didn't care about anything else . . . she wanted him. Her legs spread wide and her arms reached out for him.
His giant cock slid into her cunt again and again, like a greased pole, and her buttocks lifted off the bed to greet him. Skip reached beneath her and cupped her full, fleshy ass cheeks. The fucking began in earnest. His lips settled on a swollen nipple, and he began to lave it as he pistoned his giant prick into her gushing pussy.
"OH, BABY, GOOD . . . GOOD!" he cried. "WE FUCK SO GOOD, SO DAMN GOOD!"
"FUCK ME," Retha hissed, trying with every muscle in her body and every cell in her brain to stop her hips from arching her cunt up to meet his spirited thrusts. She couldn't.
Use him! she told herself. Fuck for yourself! And then she did.
"ALL RIGHT, DAMMIT . . . hang on!"
She tightened her thighs and wound her legs tightly around his hips. She lowered her hips and ass until his cock was barely inside her cunt. Then she drove her hips upward like a pile-driver, impaling her cunt on his prick.
He responded, tightening his ass and ramming his cock-meat in and out of her sopping hole. He kneaded her tits as though he were trying to tear them from her chest.
Retha's head flew from side to side on the pillow, her hair flying against his head and shoulders. A scream erupted in her throat. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. Her hips came alive as her cunt pounded over his willing, thrusting cock.
"IT'S GOOD! OH, IT'S SO GOOD!" Skip groaned, feeling his balls slapping against her succulent ass.
Retha came, the joy of her climax shaking her body to the very marrow of her bones. And still she didn't stop. Her brain was on fire with the heat of his big prick inside her pussy. She went faster, pounding his cock even harder, trying to urge him to match her rhythm.
She rolled over and straddled him. Up, down, went her ass, pounding him into the bed.
Her mind continued screaming at her. Fucking. Sex. Cock. Cunt. Sucking. Fucking. Take it! Rip it right out of him!
Sweat and cunt juice flowed from her body, soaking both of them, as again she had an orgasm. This time he matched her, his cock swelling, the head throbbing with a heat that seemed to sear the inner walls of her pussy.
His cum heightened hers as she felt the quaking spurts of liquid bathe her cunt, battering it.
She lay back, his prick like a hard bone cramming up against her belly. Slowly his cock diminished and slipped out of her pussy. In its wake, streams of juice mixed with his cum and ripped from her gaping hole. She felt his cum with her fingers and spread the gooey mixture over the insides of her thighs.
"You're gonna do just fine, baby," Skip grinned at her. "Just fine."
"Thanks," Retha said, without much conviction.
"But we do a lot of other things besides cocks in cunts." "I figured," she said.
thought he got a glimpse of her pubic hairs where they curled out around the panties.
I hope I don't cum in my pants before we even get there! Kent thought.
He felt the heavy spheres of her ass pressing against his cock. First the left side clenched, and then the right repeated the action. His prick responded at once, and she felt it. They grinned knowingly at each other. Betsy clenched her buttocks together and Kent's dick immediately jumped to attention. Excitement boiled in his stomach.
Suddenly Betsy cried out, "Hey, where we goin'?"
"Out to the woods," Chris replied.
"No dice," Betsy exclaimed. "I don't fuck in cars or woods no more! It's beds or nothin'! Let's go to your house."
"Shit," Kent declared, "we can't do that. Our folks are liable to be home."
"So what?" Chris said. "The old man won't give a shit, and if Mom's home I'll get rid of her somehow."
They were barely in the house when they heard the racket upstairs.
Betsy giggled. "Sounds like your folks are home and hard at it!"
Chris laughed. "That's our old man, all right.
You go first, Kent," he told his little brother. "Use the back bedroom. I'll stand watch in case Mom comes downstairs."
Kent's body broke into a cold sweat as he led Betsy into the bedroom at the rear of the house. It wasn't that he hadn't been laid before, but he'd never had anyone as wild as Betsy Cross before, either.
She was a senior, like Chris, where Kent was only a freshman. And he'd heard rumors about her. Some of the guys even claimed that she took part in Skip Ardmore's orgies and film making sex parties.
He hoped he could handle her.
They were barely in the bedroom when Betsy flopped on the bed, letting her skirt crawl to her hips.
"You goin' first, lover?" she cooed, when Kent stopped and looked down at her. She had her hand up her skirt and had been tickling the already wet lips of her pussy until they were burning with desire.
She was more than willing to take both of them on. Chris never knew it, but she had taken part in lots of gang-bangs, and with a lot more than just two guys. Often with as many as ten. Betsy loved to fuck.
Once, with Skip and some of his buddies, she had taken three cocks at once during the shooting of a film. She chuckled to herself when she thought about it. She had outlasted them all.
Kent gulped when he saw the hand move under her skirt and realized she was playing with herself. Her hand had pulled her skirt up far enough to expose most of her full, white thighs. Her tits rose and fell in time to her steady, fast breathing. Her nipples were outlined, as were the areolas, in the sheer silky blouse. There was that soft, uncontained look beneath the silk; the look that spoke of bare flesh ready to be tasted.
The young boy licked his lips as his eyes traveled up and down her body. At that point in time, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even more beautiful than Retha, the black girl next door, whom Kent had had a crush on since the day she had moved in.
But, at that moment, he wasn't thinking of Retha.
How could he when this was waiting for him?
"You're very beautiful," he said hoarsely, bending down to her.
"You're cute," she said. "I love to fuck. Don't you?"
That was all the impetus the young, inexperienced boy needed. "Yes," he whispered, kissing her and accepting it with glee when she drove her tongue in between his lips.
He took her in his arms and held her tightly against him; the warmth of her braless, unrestrained tits radiated through her blouse against his chest, bringing more sensations coursing down to his throbbing dick. His own nipples thrilled to the contact of the hardened tips protected by the soft, silky material. - "Let me get my blouse off," she whispered, breathing hard and rapidly now. He thought that her cunt must be flowing with warm juices from the look of her half-shut eyes hooded with passion. She was excited, her red hair falling around her flushed cheeks as her fingers flew down the buttons. She shrugged her shoulders and her blouse fell off. She was half-naked now, and Kent saw the white flesh, the huge tits rising and falling in two distinct globes, parted by the deep, milky crevice. Her nipples were deep pink, almost reddish, delicately shaped.
"Suck 'em a little, lover," Betsy cooed. "I love to have my titties sucked."
Gently, softly, he took one nipple at a time between his lips. Betsy leaned back slightly and sighed with pleasure. At her cunt, she felt the rising heat of her passion flowing in sticky streams.
She felt hot and passionate, as though she could take her time, and just relax to the little pleasure kisses of his lips against the tingling nipples that capped the white rising flesh of her tits. She could feel his young, rigid cock along her leg. It was long, she could tell.
Oh, yes, she thought, this is gonna be a good, good night! Two good cocks!
That bastard Skip couldn't be relied upon at all. He was supposed to shoot tonight. Not only was there no shoot, Skip hadn't even shown up to take her to the pot party at Lily Stevenson's house.
Well, shit, she'd just make her own party!
"You always so gentle, sweetheart?" she asked.
"Uh . . . yeah, I guess so," Kent croaked.
"It's nice, but I like it a little rougher after we start."
"Yeah, sure . . . yeah," he agreed. "So do I . . . baby." His own ego swelled his chest harder against her tits.
Betsy leaned forward and found his lips with hers; they were moist and welcomingly parted. He felt her tongue gliding effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until it found his tongue. Quick, darting movements, thrusts of tongue against tongue, heightened the passion in their young bodies.
Then she slowed her tongue . . . thrusting, striking up a deliberate tempo, in and out of his mouth, hotly suggestive of the fucking she wanted.
Kent shuddered with anticipation; one of his hands left her tit and glided under the skirt, running along a smooth, silken thigh, coming to rest at the top of her hairy slit. His fingers opened a way through the wiry, glued-up jungle, searching for her cunt, for the thick pussy lips still closed over the delicate bud of her clitoris and the clasping, bewitching little hole leading to the interior of her cunt.
Betsy shivered at the harsh but gentle fingers exploring her pussy under her skirt. She felt her clit-bud stiffening under a massaging thumb while a longer finger ran along the moist, warm slit. She forgot everything else but the fires lighted in her cunt. She moved her hands down to the bulge in the front of his jeans. She traced the long, hard line of his throbbing prick with the softness of her hand.
"Let me see it," she breathed. "Let me see your cock. Let me hold it!"
Her voice was husky with wanting, and it set off a blast of exploding desire inside him. He felt her hand on him, unbuttoning his fly, searching for his rigid prick. She brought his dick out into the open. Then she reached in and brought out his hairy nuts as well.
Her fingers slowly massaged the heavy foreskin back and forth over the jerking prickhead. Kent could feel the blood throbbing vigorously into the large, plum-like cocktip; tiny droplets of thick, white fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitive hole, smearing wetly against her delicate fingers. Then he was wiggling, kicking off his shoes, his pants.
Soon he was completely naked.
Betsy was still wearing her skirt, naked from the slim waist upward. She lay beside him, and they kissed again, a lingering, tongue-lashing, moist kiss that said it all . . . how they both felt, flesh against naked flesh, and what they wanted to do to each other.
"Your cock's hard," Betsy moaned. "It's hard as a rock."
"It's hard for you, Betsy ... for you," Kent breathed, much more sure of himself now.
Her hand grasped his prick again, lightly, expertly. There was no bite of fingernails, no inept over-eagerness; just a light stroking, all-encompassing and possessive surrounding of a woman's soft hand. She moaned hotly, feeling his throbbing, awesomely huge cock come alive in her hand. Her hand moved, and Kent closed his eyes, gasping with agonized joy as she jacked his heated prick.
"Oh, God . . . God, that feels good," he groaned, cupping and kneading her firm tits.
"I WANT YOU, LOVER," Betsy gasped. "I WANT TO FEEL ALL OF THIS BIG, BEAUTIFUL COCK INSIDE ME, TEARING ME APART. I WANT IT NOW!"
Her voice trembled and grew fainter as her head moved down. For a brief moment, he saw the hair flow around his crotch. His body stiffened.
God, Kent thought, what was she doing? She was kissing his cock . . . she had her lips around the head of his cock!
"Wha . . . Jeez . . . wha . . . ?" he gasped.
"I'm gonna French you a little, lover," the girl cooed. "I can't help it . . . you got a beautiful, big hard dick for such a little guy. Don't ya want me to? I don't do it for every guy."
Then her lips were around him. He relaxed to the sudden, surrounding warmth and the darting, pleasure-giving tongue.
The skin on his cock tightened. He opened his legs, pointing his dick outward, his hands placed on the girl's head. Then he leaned over her, caressed her hair, her neck, her arms. He ran his fingers along the smooth, bare back. But he didn't want to abandon himself to the warmth on the tip of his cock. He was afraid of exploding right there, spurting his cum into her sucking mouth, finishing brutally what he wanted to make last.
Her voice and body heaving with delight, Betsy abandoned the throbbing prick. It came from her mouth, glistening with her saliva. She leaned back, tits darting and jiggling tantalizingly.
"Mmmm, how great it was to suck your cock, lover, even for a little minute. I almost wanted to go through with it to the end ... I mean, to have you shoot right there, into my mouth. But I want you too much. I want you there . . . right there. Feel! See how wet my pussy is for your beautiful dick? Take the rest of my clothes off . . . hurry!"
She was on her knees, her thighs pressing against her calves, her torso arched backward, offering the delightful view of her firm breasts and gaping, pink-meated cunt. Kent lowered himself. His hand went to her waist, found the zipper, pushed it down and the skirt fell around her hips, baring the soft round belly and the tangled mat shining below. His hand went to her crotch, feeling its moist warmth, teasing the stiff clit. Excited, she moaned. Her legs opened farther, shaking the skirt off.
"OH," she cried at him, "DO SOMETHING! ANYTHING!" She writhed in passion as she caressed her own hairy cunt mound with her quivering hand. "GIVE ME PLEASURE, LOVER, I WANT IT SO MUCH!"
Her legs trembled. She put her hands on his shoulders, fingernails digging into the hard muscle and flesh. Her melon-like tits rubbed against each other as she squeezed them to an enormous size with her arms.
Kent's hands pushed at the tender inner part of her thighs, spreading her legs even wider apart, opening her drooling cunt fully. He knelt down between the firm columns of her legs and brought his hand to the heated crotch. With his fingers, he titillated the gushing slit. He loved the sensation of softness under his touch, finding pleasure in the throbbing little clitoris.
Betsy's belly rotated at the rhythm of the caress. She reached down and opened her cuntlips wide, showing the glistening red flesh of her inner vulva to him.
"I WANT YOUR COCK NOW . . . NOW, NOW!! she cried. "FILL MY HOLE!" HOLE!"
"TAKE IT," the boy panted, returning her eagerness. "TAKE IT ANY WAY YOU WANT IT!"
Savagely, she got up and pushed him back. He fell back with his rigid cock thrusting straight up into the air.
"YES . . . YESSSSS," she hissed hotly. "LIKE THAT ... I WANT IT LIKE THAT."
He lay on his back, looking at her as she moved slowly down, hovering her body, her wet thighs and hips just above him. Lower and lower she came, slowly down, touching his body, then resting upon him, twisting so that her ass cheeks rubbed hotly against his raised thighs, spreading her hot cunt juice all over them. He was writhing and squirming, loving the feeling of her hot, wet snatch pressing against him and caressing his flesh.
"It's ready for you," he sighed.
"And I'll take it," she said, her eyes watching his hard dick gyrate beneath her.
She was hovering over his hot, extended tool. She rolled the stiff shaft between her fingers. He could see her tense face with an expression of wild desire flushing her cheeks, hardening the nipples of her swollen tits.
She gently caressed the interior of her puffy slit with the thick cockhead. Smilingly, Kent followed her gestures with his eyes, thinking that she was one hell of a lay.
Her hips came down, guiding her gushing cunt hole until she lay upon him, with his throbbing prick in her cunt to the balls.
His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips, helping her as she fucked him with a wild frenzy.
She closed her eyes and panted, humping faster, faster until she screamed as sheer spasms of ecstasy went ripping through her body. At the moment her cunt began contracting around his pulsing rod, his balls exploded, spurting an enormous jet of steaming fuck juice, followed by another, then another. He emptied his balls into her quaking hole while a violent wave of release shook her from head to toe.
He moved, withdrawing his dying cock from its silky sheath with a wet plop. Betsy raised herself from him.
Smiling, she showed him the long streams of cum slowly flowing onto his belly from her wet cunt. But Betsy wasn't satisfied. Kent had come off a little too fast. She liked the ratio of cums a little more her way; three for her and one for the guy. But she didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"You wait right here, lover," she said. "Get your strength back up . . . I'll be back."
Kent sighed as he moved to the window and hoped that he could get another hard-on right away.
Across the lawn he could see two naked bodies in Retha Brown's downstairs bedroom.
He squinted his eyes and adjusted them to the dimness in the other room.
"OOOHHH DAMN!"