Chapter 5
But Retha wasn't at a girlfriend's house. Skip had moved the filming of his epic up to Saturday night, and she was at a motel on the outskirts of town. Other than Retha and Skip, there was a tall blonde named Diane. Skip said she was "continuity". There were also a cameraman and a grip, Mark and Joe.
"Skip," Retha whispered, "I thought it would just be the two of us."
"Just us?" he laughed. "Are you nuts? Hell, Retha, who the hell did you think was going to shoot this gem?"
Retha didn't know and didn't care. Fucking Skip was one thing. Making a fuck movie was another. But fucking in front of a bunch of other people was something else altogether.
Skip seemed to sense her fear as he tugged her toward the bed and the lights.
"C'mon, baby," he urged. "Shit, once we get rolling you'll forget they're even here."
"No!" Retha cried. "Look, give me a little more time ..."
Skip shrugged. "Okay, I'll shoot my scene with Diane first."
Retha gasped. "You mean she's in the movie, too?"
"Hell, yes. Here, hold these cards up. They have our words on them."
Before Retha could reply, Skip was heading toward the bed, pulling off his clothes as if he were the only one in the room.
"C'mon, Diane, we go first!"
The tall blonde only shrugged and sat on the bed beside Skip's naked body.
"Okay, roll 'em, guys. Retha, hold up the cards by the numbers!"
Automatically, Retha held up card number one as she watched Skip and Diane kiss feverishly and rub each other until Skip's prick was about to burst as it stood throbbingly up from his pubic jungle.
"Would you do a guy a favor, baby?" he asked quietly.
"Anything. For you."
"I'm in the mood for a blow job. How about sucking my big juicy prick for me?"
"Okay. How much? Just enough to prime you?"
"Prime, hell! I'm already primed! I want you to suck me off all the way. I want to watch your face as you swallow the whole load. I dig that action!"
"I may not be very good at it," Diane hedged.
"Well, I'd rather have an enthusiastic amateur than a tired old pro any day!" he grinned lasciviously.
The beautiful blonde knelt between his widespread thighs and put her lips around the huge knob of his swollen prick. The head of his dick alone seemed to fill her entire mouth. While she sucked wetly on the knob, her hands glided smoothly up and down his hairy legs. Gradually, she worked more and more of his giant cock into her mouth, practically stuffing it down her throat.
Her hands crawled up into his crotch and played gently with his dangling balls, running her fingers all over them and cupping them gently in her palm and bouncing them carefully so as not to hurt him.
Then her hands went up under his ass and rubbed the smooth muscular cheeks of his uptilted butt as he pumped his pelvis frantically into her face.
She poked a finger up the crack of his hairy asshole and pushed it farther and farther in until it could go no farther. Leaving it there, she twisted it around, making Skip squirm with sensuous delight. However, it also made him pump his ass that much harder, and with one particularly avid thrust he almost choked her as he forced another couple of inches of stiff prick into her already clogged throat.
The hard-on was just too big to get entirely in her mouth, so Diane had to take her mouth off the top and slide her lips all along the sides of his slippery prong from the base to the head.
Then Retha suddenly gasped and dropped the card she was holding. Diane was ramming her tongue up Skip's ass as if it were a cock.
Suddenly Skip shouted, "Cut!", and Diane pulled her head off his prick. "Good shot, Diane baby. Retha, c'mon!"
Like a robot, Retha walked to the bed. She didn't know how, but Skip had somehow put his clothes back on. Now he was kissing her and cupping her full tits through her dress.
"Go ahead and fight a little bit if you want to, honey," he said. "We won't have sound, anyway.
We can do it as a semi-rape scene."
Retha had planned to fight it a lot. She had gotten turned on watching Diane suck Skip's big meat, but she still didn't want to fuck him in front of all these people.
But his nearness was raising hell with her resolve.
Skip lowered his head over hers until their lips touched. At first he was gentle, his lips romantically caressing hers. But, as usual, passion entered the kiss and the embrace. His arms became like tentacles as they wound around her body. The hands were reaching, almost clawing, to find their way to the soft fullness at the sides of her tits.
His lips parted as they ground against hers. Then his tongue came out and eventually wormed its way between her lips. At the same time, one hand managed to slip around far enough to caress her tit. The hand was hot on her breasts, the tongue even hotter in her mouth.
Retha felt her body being turned. Then the pulsing hardness of his cock was against her belly. He found her hand with his and lowered it to his prick. Almost against her will she eased her hand up and down its throbbing length and then squeezed. It was as if she were testing its resiliency in her hand.
He groaned.
Her tongue met his.
Stop! her mind screamed. Don't let him go any_ further! She could feel the control rapidly escaping her body.
But she wanted him to touch her. She loved his hands on her tits. She reveled in the tingling feeling his palms gave her nipples as they rolled her breasts around and around on her chest.
But he wasn't satisfied with just her tits. Not through the material of her dress.
Her breasts were hot, thrusting against his hand.
Oh, my God, she thought, suddenly realizing that he'd somehow gotten her dress open. Her luscious tits were bare, cupped in his kneading hands. The nipples were two hard points of fire as they throbbed in his caressing palms.
She could feel the wetness from her pussy seeping down her thigh. The cloth of her panties had already edged its way up between the lips of her cunt. It was creating a friction on her clit that made her body scream for release.
"Stop . . . no, we can't..."
"We can," Skip growled. "You want it as much as I do!"
She heard the sharp, rasping sound of his zipper and again his hand found hers.
"No!" she cried, and tried to pull away.
"Touch it, honey . . . touch it and squeeze it!"
Retha's hand closed over the rigid thickness of his cock. It felt good ... too good. Her thumb explored the rubbery ridges of the cockhead. It made her cunt tingle and seep all the more. She wanted that blood-engorged tool inside her. She wanted to feel it rip away at her cunt and pierce her body with pleasure.
Then he was forcing her down, down to the bed. His body twisted until his hips were between her thighs, forcing them apart. She managed to get her knees against his hips and hold him off.
His hand slid between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, but not tightly enough to impede his progress.
"No!" she wailed.
"Just relax, honey," Skip purred, his own hand now fisting the thick length of his cock.
Up, up the smooth surface of her inner thighs until the tips of his fingers had slid beneath the crotch band of her panties. She went stiff as a board when he touched her soft, curly pubic fur. Using his middle finger, he separated her heated cuntal lips. When his touch came in contact with the slick, sticky walls of her cunt, he moaned and his body shook.
"OH, SHIT, BABY . . . YOU'RE SO GOOD, SO BEAUTIFUL. YOUR PUSSY IS REALLY SOMETHING. YOU'RE HOT . . . AND . . . YOUR PUSSY IS WET AS HELL!"
His frantically pounding cock lurched into an even more painful hardness at the erotic feel of her damp cunt. He trembled with eager excitement and his sperm-bloated balls ached with flaming need to be emptied. Slowly, his passion grew until Retha knew there would be no stopping him. His caressing fingertips began working their way into her tightly clasping pussy and he began stroking up and down the entire length of her cuntal flesh, feeling his own lust building even higher.
She knew she should make him stop, should somehow call a halt before everything got out of hand. But she couldn't. She wanted him to finger her pussy. The thrill it gave her was a hundred times the thrill her own fingers could ever give her.
His finger came up against her already excited clit and her hips lurched.
"Is that it . . . right there?"
"Yes . . . yeah, right there!" she gasped, feeling her hips lift against the pleasure.
His fingers slipped in farther with her movement. The pulpy layers of her soft cunt seemed to fold aside as he joined the first finger with a second and slid them both in a little farther.
"NO . . . NO, PLEASE, NO MORE!" Retha gasped. "THAT'S FAR ENOUGH!"
His fingers were making a steady in-and-out fucking motion while his palm pressed tightly against her seethingly aroused clit. His fingers went in a little farther and he felt a sudden lurch in her body.
"DOES IT FEEL GOOD, BABY? DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO YOUR PUSSY?"
"Yes," Retha grudgingly admitted, unable to still the quivering in her thighs or the lurching of her hips.
"More . . . should I do it some more?"
Her face was full of anger as she answered him. "YES . . . YES, DAMMIT!"
"Reach between your legs then . . . and play with me at the same time!"
She closed her eyes and fumbled with her hand until it closed around his cock. Smoothly and swiftly she started pounding back and forth on his stiff manmeat with her clenched fist. Oh, it was good! The blood and muscle throbbing from its center, vibrating in her sweating palm. The cockhead dripping and pulsing with lust, lust for her pussy.
The feel of his skin, the power in his cock, muddled her brain. It isn't fair, it isn't! her mind screamed. The hands squeezed his prick harder. Pull, pull! her mind said. Pull it down and into you!
"MOVE YOUR FINGER HARDER, FASTER!" she cried. Encouraged by her cries, Skip finger-fucked her in earnest. He slammed his fingers in and out of her cunt while his palm crushed her pulsating clitoris.
Retha shivered and lurched her pussy against him as each jolt brought a new wave of passion surging through her belly. Her hands became a vise as they squeezed and pounded his prick. She could feel the rippling sensations spreading throughout her lust-soaked cuntal hole.
"KEEP RUBBING . . . OH, SKIP, DON'T STOP . . . KEEP RUBBING RIGHT THERE!"
"You gonna cum?"
"Soon!" she cried. "Soon!"
"I know ... I can smell you getting hotter down there. It's fantastic!"
She lifted her shapely ass with each thrust as the hungry throbbing increased inside her pussy. Her hips were a blur of motion as she frantically thrust up and down on his extended fingers, reaching for satisfaction.
As the movement of his fingers increased the pressure on her pulsing clit, her lips trembled. A blood-curdling sound erupted from her throat. She felt her cunt begin tightening around his fingers, and instinctively knew that she was close to climax.
She felt the exploding sensations inside her tightly spasming cunt. The ecstasy that flooded her entire body was so powerful that she wondered if she would faint. Her mind departed her body and she convulsed in heaving satisfaction.
"FANTASTIC!" Skip yelled. "OKAY, BETSY, LET'S GO WITH THE THREESOME!"
Suddenly, through the fog of lust filling Retha's eyes, she saw the big-titted redhead standing, smiling, at the foot of the bed. Then those big tits were bared, as well as the russet bush of Betsy's cunt.
Is Skip going to fuck her now? Retha wondered.
But something in Betsy's eyes told her different.
No, no, no! her mind screamed. But when her mouth opened, no words came out.
Then Betsy's lush body was in bed with Retha, and Skip was helping the redhead prod her into a suitable position between them.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Betsy breathed. "Look at her. Did you ever see anything so beautiful?" Her hands were at Retha's tits.
Skip hovered above her, his male meat teasing her while he enjoyed the whimper of arousal he elicited.
Then he was thrusting the full length of his big cock into Betsy's cunt while she sucked Retha's tits. The redhead's body was full of passion, her mouth loving Retha while Skip thrust into her pussy with towering frenzy until the explosions went off inside her. Sounds of rapture gurgled from her throat while her hips lifted to Skip's, and she drowned in his passion.
Then Skip pulled out of her. He put his mouth on Retha's cunt. Betsy pushed his head frantically into Retha's pussy. "YES, EAT HER, SKIP! EAT HER CUNT! SHE LOVES IT!"
His tongue moved inside her until Retha was going mad with desire. Crossing her legs behind his back, she lay back, giving herself completely to lust, enjoying to the fullest the double treatment she was being given . . . the sucking at her pussy, the sucking lips at her tits ... the whole world sucking her. She reached underneath Betsy and began fondling the girl's huge tits, exciting Betsy to even greater activity, mouth to tit, to neck, back to nipple, down to belly.
Shaking, Retha felt the hands of passion tearing at the insides of her cunt. A gigantic excitement gripped her mind, and a gigantic cum shook her body.
"K-K-KEEP SUCKING!" she cried. "KEEP SUCKING ME!"
Wave after wave of glorious orgasm wracked through her chocolate body, her love juices spurting forth in a never-ending stream.
Finally, exhausted, she relaxed, her legs sliding from Skip's neck and shoulders. Betsy and Skip raised themselves, their faces twisted with desire.
It was obvious to Retha that Skip's cock intrigued Betsy as much as a pussy did. She was advancing on his giant tool with one obvious purpose in mind. "FUCK ME, SKIP HONEY! ANYWHERE!"
Skip eagerly crawled over her lush body and sent his cock, ball deep, into her pussy. "TAKE IT, BABY!"
"YES, YES, FUCK ME! FEED ME DICK!"
Retha could hardly believe her eyes. But she couldn't doubt what she was seeing! Betsy was taking Skip's huge prick up her cunt, and was loving every brutal inch of it.
Retha moved closer to them. She worked her hand down between their bodies until she found Skip's swollen balls. Her fingers slowly massaged him, stopping now and then to test the stiffness of his prick as it continued to slide in and out of the girl's grasping pussy.
The black girl could hardly believe she was doing this. But she couldn't stop. She didn't, want to stop. She had completely forgotten the rest of the people in the room, and the camera.
All Retha wanted was satisfaction.
Keeping her hand at work, she moved around to the side of the fucking couple. The globes of her tits swung free in front of Skip's face. "SUCK MY TITTIES, SKIP!" she urged. "BOTH OF YOU, SUCK 'EM!"
Skip's mouth sought the purplish nipple of one breast as Betsy did the same with the other. Jolts of erotic electricity shot through Retha's body as she breast fed these two eager, passionate lovers.
Skip was moving slowly in and out of Betsy's wet nest, building the fire in her. One of his hands was occupied with Retha's cunt. He pushed two fingers deep up into her pussy. She spread her thighs, and he urged the third and fourth fingers up her cunt until his hand was imbedded in her hot snatch, his lips never leaving the succulent flesh of her tit.
Retha sighed, spreading her legs even farther apart. "Betsy," she moaned.
"What?" the girl panted, her hips rotating faster.
"Let me have him. Let me have him now while his prick is all covered with your juice."
Betsy's hips rocked harder. She was entranced by the throbbing, jolting cock heaving in and out of her hole. She paid no attention to Retha's plea.
Retha looked down between their bodies and saw Skip's prick, the juice shining in the light as his cock emerged and then reentered the young girl's cunt. She squirmed in between the two bodies, pushing Skip back until she had taken Betsy's place.
She crawled between his opened legs and sucked his cock.
He pushed his hips forward in order to make it easier for her to suck him. She cupped his balls and rolled them gently around, while at the same time beginning a bobbing motion with her head, running her lips up and down the fiery shaft.
Skip looked down to see that she had taken his big meat all the way down her throat. Her lips, on the downstroke, were nestled in his thick, curly hair, and the constriction of her throat was threatening to make him blow his load right then in her mouth.
"I . . . I'm awful close ... I don't know how much longer I can hold out!" he rasped, the veins in his neck sticking out from the exertion.
Retha quickly pulled her face from his prick and lay back on the bed with her widespread legs flailing in the air. "THEN CUM IN ME, BABY! CUM IN MY PUSSY! FILL MY CUNT HOLE WITH YOUR SWEET JIZZ!"
Skip growled and fell between her thighs. He ran the hard tip of his cockmeat up and down the swollen slit of her pussy. The pulsing lips seemed to draw the bulbous head of his prick like a magnet, licking and sampling the hard knob.
"YES, YES! GIVE ME YOUR COCK . . . GIVE IT ALL TO ME!" Retha cried, flapping her legs in the air behind his quivering body. "AND YOU, BETSY," she said, looking up into the redhead's contorted face, "SMOTHER MY FACE WITH YOUR CUNT!"
Skip guided his aching, swollen tool to the entrance that yawned and contracted so tantalizingly. Then he rammed forward, splitting apart the clasping walls. He shoved all of his huge, hardened rod along the hot walls of her tight cunt. He felt his cockhead slam off the throbbing end of her cunt and heard her cry out in throes of ecstasy as Betsy jammed her sopping pussy down over Retha's face.
"OHHHH, YES! FUCK MY MOUTH . . . FUCK MY CUNT! THAT'S THE WAY TO FUCK ME!"
Her hips flew up to meet Skip's thrusts. His heavy balls smacked solidly against the upturned cheeks of her fleshy ass. Deeper and deeper he rammed his driving prick into her channel. He felt the muscles along the walls of her cunt tickle and feed hungrily on his cock. Back and forth his hips flew, sending his burgeoning rod in harder and faster strokes in and out of her pulsing hole.
He drew his blood-engorged cock nearly out of her tight sheath, then plunged down against her again until his cum-filled balls once more slapped hard against her asshole. The pressure mounted and mounted in his fiery balls and his head swam in rapture at the delicious manipulation of her talented cunt on his prick.
At the same time, Betsy was also being driven out of her mind by the talented tongue that licked and laved at her gash. The redhead screamed in delight as she locked her hands around Retha's head and pulled her face into her cunt.
She could feel the juice flowing from her widespread pussy like a ruptured dike. It flowed along her thighs and between the flexing cheeks of her ass to bathe Retha's face. Tears welled from her eyes as she felt the first of what she knew would be many orgasms surge through her.
From behind she felt Skip's arms. His hands cupped and fondled her tits while he shook the bed and both girls' bodies violently with the force and fury of his lunges into Retha's cunt.
Retha was delirious with the giving and getting of such exquisite pleasure. She spread her thighs wide and eagerly pummeled her pussy like a glove over Skip's prick. His cock filled her completely, superbly. She rocked her head from side to side between Betsy's thighs in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy. She fastened her mouth, wet with the girl's cream, against her pussy. Her tongue jabbed in the wet gash of her cunt, and sucked more and more of the sticky sweet nectar into her mouth. She sucked wildly at the creaming pussy, trying to milk it as her own pussy milked Skip's expanding prick.
Skip grabbed Retha's ankles and brought her legs up to fasten them, from behind, around Betsy's waist. This way her ass was even higher and her pussy wider to receive the full force of his thundering prick-shaft.
"I . . . I'M . . . I'M CUMMING!" he suddenly shouted.
He heard Retha's throat gurgle her agreement and her voice whimper encouragement around the mouth-filling hair and folds of Betsy's pussy.
Retha was almost there herself. She was cumming again even better and stronger than she had when Betsy had eaten her cunt. It was the first time she had ever felt such a giant eruption building in her vitals. And it had been stimulated by both a cock and pussy at the same time. She bucked harder, striving with every fiber of her body for both their climaxes. She wanted Skip's cum to be as great as her own.
"OH, WHAT A PUSSY . . . WHAT A FANTASTIC PUSSY!" Skip moaned as he increased his pace, deepening his thrusts into the dark furrow of Retha's seething cunt.
Betsy had released her passion and had been all but forgotten by the other two. She rolled from Retha's face and lay beside their heaving bodies, mesmerized by the torrents of heated passion arising from both her partners as they lunged and raged their desire against each other.
She watched as Retha writhed nakedly, like a demon possessed, under her lover. She ground her cunt up over his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she lurched her long legs wide and upwards.
Skip pounded into her cunt deeper still, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her heaving tits until her head was framed between them. Her fiery crotch was now high and wider than ever, more open to the power of his rapid fucking.
Betsy could see the full beauty of his magnificent tool. Her own cunt suddenly twitched in a pang of jealousy as she wished it were her belly his cock was invading.
"OH, AAGGHH, SKIP . . . I'M GONNA CUM, BABY! I'M GONNA CUM LIKE HELL . . . LIKE ALL HELL! CUM WITH ME, LOVER! POUR YOUR SWEET FUCK JUICE IN ME WHEN I CUM!"
Retha's voice was a piercing shriek as she felt her second cum strike her cunt and belly like a hammering fist. She felt the elastic walls of her hole contract around his huge dick and begin to secrete their warm gushes of sticky fluid a second time.
Skip felt her explosion and knew his would soon follow. She jerked wildly, spasming, the mouth of her cunt sucking at his cock feverishly. Her breath was hot against his face as it came in short, gasping rasps. His body went rigid as a board as his own climax suddenly struck.
His balls erupted burning fire. The sudden joy caused his whole body to shake and tremble in fluttering tremors. His cum, creamy and thick, spurted from the tiny opening in his cockhead to burn its way deep up into Retha's violently quivering body.
It was a never-ending flow which made Retha moan in delight. Her belly quaked with the heated sperm his throbbing cock was emptying into her cunt. Their sex fluids mixed together and flowed out around his cock to mat their pubic hairs together and form rivers of cum that bathed their joined crotches.
"GODDAM, YOU WERE RIGHT, SKIP," Retha heard Betsy say. "SHE'S A FUCKING NATURAL!"
The rest of the weekend was a round of sucking and fucking that left Retha in a complete daze.
Then she found herself in Skip's car in front of her house, staring down at the five one-hundred dollar bills in her hand.
"A little bonus, Retha, honey," Skip said. "Next weekend . . . same time, but different place."
Retha blanked her mind off, and the weekends flew by. And the bills started getting paid. Retha told her mother she had taken a full time job modeling.
Then, after an especially harrowing weekend, Retha seemed to wake up. She told Skip on the way home that she was through.
"Through? What do you mean through! Shit, honey, you're money in the bank to me, the way you fuck!"
But no matter what Skip said or how much he threatened her, Retha refused to do any more films.
Then one afternoon about two weeks after Retha quit, she came home to find Skip and her mother watching a film in the living room. On the screen, Retha was getting fucked by three boys at once.
Skip smiled up at her.
"I was just telling your mother about your modeling job."