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Prankster

By: Paris Waterman



Tony and Pruett can probably best be described as a couple of likable louts in their mid-twenties, who haven't grown up. As we join them this particular evening, Pruett, already half-drunk, is about to make one of his infamous prank calls. 

He signaled for all to be quiet, and because they enjoyed his weird sense of humor, the rest of the beer guzzlers gathered in Hobie's Bar mumbled among themselves for a moment and then went silent.

Pruett: "Hello?"

Other Person: "Hello, Burger King. How can I help you?"

Pruett: "Is this the manager?"

Other Person: "No, let me get her for you. One moment, please."

Manager: "Hello, Adele McPherson. I'm the manager. How can I help you?'

Pruett: "Well, Mrs. McPherson . . ."

Manager: "It's Ms . . . Ms. McPherson. But call me Adele."

Pruett: "Adele, this here is Officer Staley Longboat, with the State Police out in Lunsford County." (Note: The adjacent county.) "And I believe you have in your employee one Sue Ann Bromley."

Manager: "That's correct, officer, um, I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

Pruett: Officer Staley Longboat, Ms. McPherson . . . I mean, Adele."

Manager: "Yes, Officer Longboat. Sue Ann works here.

Pruett: "Well, Adele, what I have to say is highly confidential. We have reason to believe that a drug dealer over here in Lunsford County is using your employee to carry illegal drugs across county lines."

Manager: "Sue Ann? I can hardly believe it. Why, she's one of my best workers."

Pruett: "Well, the best workers raise the least suspicion, and so they tend to make for a good courier. That's what we call them. The Feds call 'em mules. But here in Lunsford we ain't so fancy."

Manger: "But Sue Ann? What? How?"

Pruett: "Are you willing to help us?"

Manager: "Of course. It's everyone's duty to help uphold the law."

Pruett: "Good. Now here's how you can help us."

Manager: "I don't want to hurt Sue Ann, Officer Longboat."

Pruett: "You want to do your duty as a citizen, don't you?"

Manager: "Well, yes."

Pruett: "Then at the very least listen to our request."

Manager: "I can do that. Of course I can do that."

Pruett: "Good, now we've been keeping an eye on Sue Ann, but we don't have conclusive evidence of her carrying drugs."

Manager: "I see." 

Pruett: "Well, no, Ms. I mean, Adele, you don't. 'Cause without us performing a very basic test on Sue Ann, we don't know nothing positive, one way or the other."

Manager: "I'm not sure I follow you."

Pruett: "Adele, with your capable assistance, we can test Sue Ann right now, over the phone."

Manager: "Shall I call her over to the phone?"

Pruett: "No, that won't be necessary. What I'd like you to . . . are you alone in your office?"

Manager: "No, I'm at the back of the store. I can put you on hold and use the phone in my office if you like."

Pruett: "That would be perfect. I'll hold while you head for the office."

Manager: "I'll only be a moment."

"This is going pretty good," Pruett said to his audience of about eleven bar patrons and solitary bartender.

Manager: Hello? Officer Longboat?"

Pruett: "Yes, I'm here."

Manager: "Okay, I'm in the office. We have privacy."

Pruett: "Good. Here's the plan. Please listen carefully. We're going to confront Sue Ann about carrying the drugs. You can invite her into the office and I'll tell you what to say. You will be able to tell from her actions if she's guilty or not."

Manager: "How's that?"

Pruett: "When you ask her the questions I give you, you'll soon see."

Manager: "Well, if you say so."

Pruett: "Call Sue Ann on in."

Manager: (Heard opening office door and calling someone, then telling them to send Sue Ann to her office.) "She'll be along in a minute, Officer Longboat."

Manager: "Sue Ann, c'mon in here. Got a couple things I want to ask ya, sweetie."

Pruett: "Can you hear me, Adele?"

Manager: "Yes ... yes, I can."

Pruett: "Okay, tell her we know that she's been carrying illegal drugs across the county line."

Manager: "Sue Ann, I've got the State Troopers on the phone here. They tell me you've been carrying drugs back and forth across the county line."

Pruett: "Adele, she's only carrying them one way. Don't confuse her right off."

Manager: "Oh, right. I'm sorry, Sue Ann, I meant carrying drugs across the line, the county line." 

Sue Ann can be heard in the background: "What! What drugs?"

Manager: "They've been watching you, Sue Ann. Watching you with them drug dealers and all."

Sue Ann: "I don't believe this. It can't be happening."

Pruett: "Adele, she's gonna deny everything right off."

Manager: "Yes, I can see that."

Pruett: "Let's try this. You sure no one can see in your office?"

Manager: "I am."

Pruett: "Demand that she take off her uniform. If she has nothing to hide, she'll do it."

Manager: "Sue Ann, I'm afraid I have to ask you to take off that uniform."

Sue Ann: "Am I fired?"

Manager: "No, you're not fired. I have to test you."

Sue Ann: "By stripping?"

Manager: "You wearing anything under it?"

Sue Ann: "Of course I am."

Pruett: "Of course she is."

Manager: "C'mon, we haven't got all day."

Sue Ann: "It's ten o'clock at night."

Manager: "Don't get huffy with me. Come on, take it off."

Sue Ann: "Okay, okay. Just don't touch me."

Pruett: "There! Right there. Now that's evidence!"

Manager: "What?"

Pruett: "She may be wise to the test. I just don't know. Her not wanting you to touch her and all. Can't say for sure, but we'll sure enough find out soon."

Manager: "Okay, Officer Longboat, her uniform is on the floor."

Pruett: "Just for the record, Adele, just what is she wearing?"

Manager: "Hmmm, Sue Ann, what do you call them things you're wearin'?"

Sue Ann: "You mean my thong?"

Manager: "I guess, that a pair of panties or something?"

Sue Ann: "My God, ain't you never seen a thong before? Well, this here thing around my tits is a bra. God knows what all you wear."

Manager: "Don't sass me, girl."

Pruett: "Can you hear me, Adele?"

Manager: "Yep, loud and clear. This here girl sure looks like a carrier."

Pruett: "You think? Well, get close to her and give her a good sniff. Tell me what she smells like."

Manager: "Let's see . . ."

All hell breaks out. Sue Ann screams when Adele approaches and starts sniffing at her. 

The patrons in the bar can no longer contain themselves, and Pruett is screaming into the phone, "Smell her pits! Smell her snatch! That's where she carries them drugs, Adele! Right there...in her snatch!"

One blonde-headed girl, laughing hysterically, tosses the remainder of her beer at Pruett. The bartender shrugs, and turns away to watch the local news on the TV at the end of the bar. 

After taking a bow, Pruett disconnected the phone, picked up his beer, and waved to a local girl at the end of the bar. Tony laughing, grabbed Pruett in a bear-hug and wrestled him to the floor, screaming, "Body search, body search! He's carrying; I swear to God, he's carrying!"

Pruett, now pinned to the floor by his buddy, called out to a passing brunette of questionable virtue, while trying to get a look up her skirt, "Hey, Trudy, any chance of getting laid tonight?"

"Fuck off, Pruett," she replied good-naturedly and went looking for her pool cue.

***

Several beers later, Pruett and Tony, having struck out with all the local feminine talent at Hobie's, were intent on getting drunk before closing time.

"Christ, I can't seem to drink my beer before another one shows up," Pruett groused.

"Asshole," Tony smirked, already well on his way to getting smashed. "We're getting 'em two at a time."

"Yeah? So . . . I mean, I'm drinking this one here," he held up a bottle of beer as an example, "and lo and behold, another one shows up."

"Didn't you hear me, asshole?" Tony said. 

"Bartender's been carrying four beers at a time over to us. It seems you tickled somebody's fancy with that stupid prank on Sue Ann, and they paid for a shit-load of beers for us."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah . . . is right."

"Then tell me this, Mr. Smart-ass," Pruett said semi-belligerently. Pruett had never reached the point of full blown belligerency, never had, never would. "So tell me," he said, "Somebody's buying us all those beers, why are we still paying for 'em ourselves, huh?"

"Um, I ain't bought a beer for quite a while now, Pruett. You bin doing all the buying."

"I have?"

"Yeah, you have."

"Why didn't you stop me?"

"It was your money, not mine. I stopped telling you what to do after you whipped my ass in high school."

"I may have to whip your ass again."

"Well, let me know when, and I'll stay home that day."

"Fair enough," Pruett said laconically.

"Tell me, Pru, why'd you pick on old Sue Ann, huh?"

"'Cause she blew that rotten son-of-a-bitch, Scrapple, that's why."

"She blew Scrabble?"

"S' what I heard," Pruett said, and belched into the air.

"You ask her to blow you?"

"Sort of."

"What do you mean, sort of?"

"Other night I asked her if she'd go out with me," Pruett said, and belched again.

"Did she say she'd blow you?"

"No. She turned me down, said she'd rather die an old maid before going out with the likes of me."

"So you didn't ask her for a blow job," Tony said, beginning to act like a prosecuting attorney.

"Oh, but I did. Asked her if that meant a blow job was still in the range of possibility. She spit at me. Never did say yes or no. So when she took up with that rotten son-of-a-bitch, Scrapple, I just knew she blew him out of spite."

"Scrapple brag on it? That how you heard?" Tony asked.

"Nope, heard this little voice in my head when I was walking home from Hobie's the other night."

"The night you was tryin' to break the record for Tequila shooters?"

"Downed fourteen of 'em, accordin' to Hobie," Pruett said, smiling at the recollection.

"Yeah . . . that the new record?"

"No, Dino Mite still holds it. Twenty-three straight, I believe," Pruett said this somberly, acknowledging it as a great accomplishment.

"If memory serves, Pru, didn't Dino die that same night?"

Pruett nodded sagely. "Never left the bar. Well, the hearse took him off, but you know what I mean."

Tony nodded, and looked around the bar, noting those still left and not passed out. He farted, sniffed the air, and satisfied with the overall quality of his self-generated stench, said, "Hey, Pruett, this is the third or fourth night we come to Hobie's and didn't score. Think maybe we should try someplace else; maybe with a higher quality female on tap?"

"I don't know. Trudy's usually available for a quickie, Tony."

"Well . . ."

"And there been some good-looking ones around lately. We just ain't been lucky, you know?"

"Well . . ."

"For Christ-sake, Tony, why don't you just get yourself a van and paint "Girl's Gone Wild" on the fuckin' side? Get all the cooze you can use."

"What? What the hell did you just say?"

"Said, get a van, 'en paint "Girl's Gone Wild" on it, and you'll get . . . HOLY SHIT! That's it! Tony, that's it!"

"Normally I'd say you're crazy, or we've had too much to drink, but Pruett . . . damn it Pruett, I think you've hit on somethin' here," Tony excitedly exclaimed.

"Damn right I did," Pruett said brightly, and almost fell off his stool and onto the floor. 

"It's a great idea," Tony said.

Both men seemed to sober up considerably. Tony opined that, "You know all these teenagers . . . they're like . . . insatiable about this shit."

"In . . . what?" a bleary-eyed Pruett asked.

"Insatiable, means they can't get enough."

"Oh, right. Insatiable . . . can't get enough. Like you and me and beer."

"Well, yeah. I guess that's a good example," Tony said. "Anyway, I heard this one young thing with great tits saying on the TV that lots of guys wanna have sex with her. But she wasn't cool about that. What she did want was for lots of guys to want to have sex with her, like say if she was a movie star, or something. Then she could like pick the ones she wanted because she'd be like an actress or a model, and everyone would recognize her."

"The fuck did you say? It didn't make sense."

"Pruett, all's I said was this broad was cool about lots of guys wanting to nail her sweet little ass, but she wanted to be the one to pick who it was gonna be."

"Oh," Pruett said, "so she has to be sort of famous first."

"Right!" Tony exclaimed happily. "Has to have people saying, 'Hey, didn't I see you at such and such?"

"Yeah," Pruett replied, getting into it now, "asking her, 'Wasn't you the one showed her tits at the Rodeo?' "

"The Rodeo? What the hell's the rodeo got to do with this girl flashing her boobs?"

"She's gotta flash 'em someplace, don't she?"

"Pruett, you are some kinda crazy fucked up bastard."

"Maybe, but was me had the idea about painting the van."

"A damn good idea, I admit that," Tony said then turned to face his buddy. "Pruett?" he said, a sad tinge to his voice.

"Yeah, Tony?"

"We ain't got a van."

"We ain't got a real plan, either," Pruett added, forlornly, about to give up his momentary dream.

"How much money you think it will take?" Pruett asked rhetorically.

"More than we got, for sure," Tony said dejectedly.

"No, really, what would it cost us to set up the van and all?"

Tony pursed his lips in concentration. "Let's see. The van'd be the biggest cost." 

"The van equals biggest cost . . ." Pruett murmured quietly to himself.

"And there's the t-shirts, and panties, and baseball caps."

"Shirts, caps and panties . . ." Pruett repeated.

"Added to that, there's the cost of operating the van," Tony said.

"I, um . . ." Pruett began, but stopped, for Tony had started talking again."

"And maybe the biggest expense after the van will be the video camera."

"What? That will cost a fortune."

"Yeah, you got to figure on at least that much for start up expenses."

Pruett downed his beer then sank down onto his haunches. He had seen a documentary on PBS in which a fakir from India had taken such a position, and using his ascetic skills, delved into his sub-conscious and extracted the answers to one difficult problem after another. Of course, Pruett had no such training, but that didn't deter him from pretending that he did.

"Err, well, I um . . . know you don't want to get into any shady stuff, what with the close watch your parole officer has got on you."

"But . . . c'mon, what have you got tickin' away in that noggin of yours?"

And so Pruett opened another beer, and let Tony in on the scheme his devious mind had cooked up. "You happen to be acquainted with some people . . . you know?"

"Oh, no. You can't be serious, Pru?"

   ***

Two days later, they had a van. Turns out Jimmy McLafferty's cousin, Lonny, was in the county jail, unable to raise bail. Tony, who knew a fella, who knew another fella, needed a certain late-night favor done. Since late-night work happened to be a specialty of Lonny's, a deal was worked out with Tony's friend of a friend who put up the bail, and Lonny doing some late-night work at Minotta's Pawn Shop on Twenty-fourth for the friend. 

In return for the "favor," Jimmy was delighted to 'sell' Pruett his beat-up Dodge van on the cheap, and everyone was happy, even Jimmy, since he got paid another $200 to stylize the 'new' van.

Perhaps 'stylize' is too broad a term to use to aptly describe Pruett's van. First off, it was an '88 Caravan, with over 230,000 miles on an odometer that hadn't worked in several years. It also burned oil, about a quart every 200 miles. Incredibly, it had a new inspection sticker on it. Incredible because with the clouds of blue smoke that followed the van as it cruised along the beach boulevard, it was a "stop magnet," and always being pulled over by the cops. The sticker forced them to let Pruett go, each and every time with a half-hearted warning to: "Get it fixed, hear?"

It happened that Jimmy McLafferty only had four colors of spray paint to choose from and of course, Pruett picked the fuchsia to cover the entire body, leaving a couple spray cans of a phosphorous lime green, and some curdled looking purple and teal to spell out "Girl's Gone Wild, which Jimmy did, graffiti style.

Both Tony and Pruett thought it so beautiful they cried in their beer cups over at the topless car wash on Devon Avenue after spending the last of Tony's paycheck tipping the girls.

It was while they were driving away, leaving a trail of water for two blocks in their wake, that Pruett asked Tony why the girls weren't chasing after the van.

"I mean," Pruett said, "we got the pussy wagon and no pussy. I don't understand."

"I think," Tony said, "that we need to copy that other guy, you know, the real Girls Gone Wild guy."

"Well, yeah . . ." Pruett allowed.

"He's always like givin' things away."

"Like what?"

"Where you been? Remember we talked about givin' 'em some T-shirts, or a pair of panties, maybe even a trucker hat, sayin' "I Went Wild," or something on 'em."

"Um, yeah, I guess," Pruett said, reluctantly. "But where do we get that stuff?"

"Gotta buy it, Pruett, special order shit, you know?"

"Money," Pruett said dejectedly.

"Pru? Lonny's gonna be doing another late night favor. You could maybe volunteer to help him out. I heard he needs a lookout."

"Me? Why me"

"'Cause I ain't about to risk my ass over no pussy, that's why. I get caught I'm lookin' at finishing the rest of my eight year sentence, and whatever the judge decides to give me for my late night work."

"So?"

"So, you ain't got nothin' hangin' over your head, like I do," Tony said. "Most likely you get caught you'll get probation, or six months."

"Six months," Pruett sighed.

"Only if you get caught. It should be a simple affair."

"Tell me more."

"You drive, and wait for Lonny. Don't panic and leave him there. Don't even let yourself think like that. You'll be nervous, maybe even piss your pants. That's okay; most guys do it first time. Ain't no one gonna make fun of you, you stain your pants. Just you be there for him when he comes runnin' out of wherever."

Three days later Pruett and Tony went shopping for a video camera. Pruett's cut of the late night work came to $3200. They spent $675 on the best camera in stock, and then drove to Cammie's Silk Screen, on Further Street to order the t-shirts and panties.

The t-shirts went for $3.00 each, surprising the two entrepreneurs. Cammie himself told them he didn't stock panties, but told them where they could find them, and that he could print 'Girl's Gone Wild' on them for fifty cents each, if they had 200 printed up. 

They wound up spending $1050 on 300 t-shirts, $700 on the panties, plus another hundred for the silk screening, and $350 for 50 embrodered baseball caps, leaving a balance of $425 which they used to lay in a supply of gas, beer and condoms. 

Note: With enough favorable feedback I will take this forward. PW

Prankster Ch. 02



2.

It was two days before the onslaught of spring break and the high school and college kids descended on their little beach town.

Tony and Pruett were stacking the Girls Gone Wild t-shirts into a footlocker at the rear of the van. The scent of a powerful air-freshener hung cloyingly in the warm air of the van. The air-conditioner was broken. They had Ernie Zimbaugh's promise that it would be running by the following day. It had taken a promise of their own to get him to agree to fix it --- free, in return for permitting him to watch the first week's tapes. Ernie weighed in at four hundred twenty-two pounds, and was not considered a ladies' man by any stretch of the imagination.

"You sure Ernie's gonna fix that A/C for us?" Pruett asked for the seventh time that afternoon.

"Know anybody hornier than old Ernie?" Tony asked philosophically. 

"Me," Pruett said with a shit-eating grin.

"You don't count," Tony said, "but I do get your point. I ain't had no pussy myself in three weeks. I could fuck a snake if it held still for me."

"Well, your dick's small enough to manage," Pruett chided.

"Say, Tony?" Pruett continued his tone serious for once.

"Yeah?"

"Um, wanna run through how we get the girls into the van, again? I mean, we pull up alongside some babe, then what?"

"Huh?" Tony asked in surprise. "What the hell do you mean, then what? We bin over that a dozen times or more."

"C'mon, tell me again," there was a pleading, whining tone in Pruett's voice, very much like a little boy.

"You're like a little fuckin' kid, I swear to God. Like I told you, we need a line, like when you go fishin', something to get them on the hook, and into the van."

"Wouldn't 'hey, baby, wanna fuck' work?"

"Not all that often, Pru; although I will admit it has worked for me once or twice," he slapped Pruett's arm playfully, and skipped lightly away. He paused, reflectively, and said, "I think a friendly hello is good for openers. Then maybe a nice compliment, not anything about her tits, or ass, but maybe how cute she is. Then we might ask her if she likes our sign. She'll have had time to read it by then, and her interest should be piquing."

"She mentions the sign, and we tell her about the t-shirt?"

"Yeah, I guess. But what I expect will happen is we'll figure out a really good opening line after talking to a couple of them.

"We're gonna cruise by the hotels on Ocean, right?" Pruett asked.

"Unless the law starts nosing around, then we pull back, find us another place to cruise," Tony said.

"Might be good if we could find a place and park, you know, let the babes come to us."

"Pruett, that's a great idea. Hobie'd let us, we give him a couple bucks."

"You think?"

"For sure; he's a greedy son-of-a-bitch, ain't he?"

"Sure is . . . I remember . . . ."

"Never mind. Check it out. There's a chick comin' down the block. We could try her out, you know, test our plan and all."

"Right on, Tony!" Pruett called out, totally elated. Pruett cranked the engine and the van roared to life, belching a thick black cloud of oil particles into the air around them.

****

Betty Ann Murchison, eighteen for all of two weeks, and a senior at the local high school, sauntered down Ocean Boulevard stopping to glance in every shop window. 

She had $4.75 in her purse, a fortune to her, and she wanted to make sure she spent it on the right article. Last time she'd had any money --- about two weeks earlier --- she'd spent her money, and a couple minutes later had seen a pin that she'd absolutely fell in love with. The problem was she couldn't return the first article and get her money back. Betty Ann had been so pissed, she'd come back after dark and heaved a brick through the window of the offending store.

Muttering to herself as she remembered the events, Betty Ann didn't see or hear the van as it approached. Pruett was driving slowly, being careful not to attract the attention of the law. "Two o-clock, see her, one with the great chest?"

"Got her. Wow, good spot," he paused, drinking the girl's voluptuous figure in, and then said, "Now what?"

"Now," Tony said, "we follow the plan. Remember; don't fuck it up with one of your gag ideas. We got to be serious about this. The video will make us some serious money."

Pruett, intensely excited, nodded his head and smashed his chin into the steering wheel.

"Ow! God damn it!"

"Pru, for Christ's sake, be quiet, you'll scare her off."

"Sorry, sorry. Am I bleeding bad?"

Tony glanced over at Pruett. "Not so's I can tell, Pru. Try tasting your lip, see if there's any blood."

Tony rolled the passenger window down, leaned partly out of the van and whistled. Betty Ann turned from the window she'd been gawking into and glared at Tony.

"The fuck you want?" she growled, obviously pissed at being distracted.

"Hey, pretty momma, like the van?" he said, oblivious to her surly manner. "We're givin' away free t-shirts to all the girls that flash their titties at us. Wanna a t-shirt?"

"Fuck off, you creep," she said and began looking around for a nice sized brick to throw threw his windshield.

Undeterred, Tony held a t-shirt out the window, shook it so it unfurled and said, "Like I said, here's a genuine Girls Gone Wild t-shirt. C'mon, flash them tits for me."

"You stupid bastard," Betty Ann snarled, and since there was no brick lying about, settled for a broken broom-handle laying in the gutter at her feet. She bent to pick it up.

"Hey, now, pretty lady, you don't wanna be . . ."

But Betty Ann was beyond reasoning with, and a second later swung the broom-handle as smoothly as Mickey Mantle ever had in his long career with the New York Yankees. 

A big crack appeared in the van's windshield. Pruett floored the gas pedal and the van took off before Betty Ann got to swing her broom-handle a second time.

"We got to work on our technique," Pruett said later as they worked on their second beer.

"We do," Tony agreed solemnly. "We surely do.

________________________________________

It was Simone, the fortune teller that set the boys straight. Pruett bought her four beers before she loosened up, and gave them her thoughts on enticing members of the opposite sex into their lair. She meant their van, but preferred using the word lair as it represented a nest, or even a kind of hideout to her.

"First off, you got to find at least two women. Three or four's okay, but two's best."

"Find two women," Tony wrote slowly on the beer coaster in a crabbed handwriting that revealed his less than formal education. He would take notes on everything Simone told them.

"You guys gotta remember the girls you want all hail from Georgia, or Florida, or some other Southern state, and there's also a very high likelihood they was born in a trailer, or lived in a trailer for some period of time. You go after some of them college girls, better make sure they're good and drunk. They ain't none of them white trash like the others, but they'll be sluttish like them though."

Simone held her empty beer bottle out to Pruett, who took it and ran to the bar for another. The fortune teller, far from a fool, waited with her mouth closed until Pruett returned and handed her the beer.

"Another thing," she said, after taking a long swig, "Don't use that 'Pretty momma' shit. No wonder she broke your damn windshield. And it might be better if the van was parked as the girls walk by." She noted that both men were all ears, and began to figure out a way to lure them to her place where for a fee, she'd give them additional advice, or tell them a bullshit fortune story. 

"But what do we say, Simone? Words, we need the right words."

"You smile, nice and friendly-like. Then you hold the t-shirt out, say, 'Hey, I'll give you a t-shirt, you show me your tits."

"What will they do, Simone?" Tony asked.

Simone gave him a look that would have told him how dense she thought he was if he had a head on his shoulders. Instead she used her feminine wiles, took a deep breath and said, "What they'll do is show you their tits. Well at least one of them will. And you best be quick in giving them that there t-shirt, or they'll have the cops on you quicker than you can curse after steppin' in dog shit."

She bestowed a yellow-toothed smile upon them, and added, "They might notice the camera, and that's all right. They object, you back the tape up and show 'em. Some just can't allow you to tape them showin' their tits. Maybe married, or have a jealous father. Might even be religious reasons, although I kinda doubt it. It don't matter, they holler, let 'em go. But if they holler, be sure and show them there ain't nothing on the tape. It might be a good idea to waste some of it after you finish filming one. That way they can see there ain't nothing on that there tape. Then they won't call the law on you, or sic their boyfriend with his double-gauge shotgun. Y'all hear me?"

"Yeah," Tony replied. A thin veil of sweat had formed across his brow.

"Sure do, Simone," Pruett said, oblivious to the implied threat in Simone's words.

"Say, Simone, how much you charge me for one of them fortune tellin's?"

"For you, Pruett, twenty-five dollars."

"Twenty-five dollars!" he gasped. "That's a fortune!"

"No, Pruett, only the cost of having your fortune told," she assured him. "And Pruett?

It's worth every damn penny, believe you me."

________________________________________

Around one in the morning they parked the van a few doors down from The Barbary Coast, a loud, unruly bar that catered to the college crowd, and didn't pay all that much attention to the age of its patrons. They had decided to make another test run. The Barbary Coast was crowded, as the swarm of college kids had begun arriving early.

With the motor running, Pruett found himself leaning against the front fender of the van. The painted sign was vividly clear to his right. Within five minutes three half-drunk girls piled out of the bar and almost stumbled into Pruett.

"Hey girls, we're with Girls Gone Wild. Show us your tits and get a free t-shirt." To prove himself, he held up a Girls Gone Wild t-shirt for their perusal.

"I want one of them," a dirty blonde squawked. "How much?"

"It's free," Pruett croaked nervously, "just show us your titties."

"Why not?" the dirty haired blonde said amiably enough.

"Hold on, Stephanie," one of the other girls said. But she was too late. Stephanie was already hauling her t-shirt up and flashing her tits at both Pruett and the camera.

"Thank you, that was perfect," Pruett said and handed her the t-shirt.

"Can I get one?" The girl who hadn't said anything until then asked pensively.

"Sure," Pruett said, "let's see those nice titties of yours first."

Her t-shirt told them she was from Georgia State University. Pulling up to her neck told them she had a gorgeous set of knockers.

After handing her prize to her, Pruett swallowed and asked if they'd be interested in winning a pair of Girls Gone Wild panties.

The second girl was in the process of removing her Georgia State University t-shirt, and donning her Girls Gone Wild shirt.

"I don't think so," the dirty blonde answered.

"You're terrible," the third girl said with her arms crossed over her chest as if protecting her tits from popping out for their viewing.

"Um, said the girl wearing her prized Girls Gone Wild t-shirt, "it would make a nice match. What do I need to do?"

Pruett was not really prepared to answer that question, but Tony came to his rescue. 

Keeping the camera going, he said, "Pretty lady, all you need to do is show us that lovely pussy of yours."

"Here in the middle of the street?" she asked, more confused than embarrassed.

"No, no. Just hop into the van and take off those jeans and panties. You can even wear the new ones home."

"Oh, I'm not going home. We're here for spring break. We're stayin' over at ...."

"Jody!" the so-called spoil-sport cried out. "Don't tell 'em where we're staying!"

"Oh . . . right. That's private information," Jody said seriously as she climbed into the back seat and began wriggling out of her jeans.

"I just love spring break, ya know? The craziest things are always happening to ya, you know?"

A moment later she was peeling of her black satin thong. "How's this?" she asked brightly, having placed her thumbs at either side of her vulva and spread her labia apart, providing Pruett and the camera wielding Tony with a gorgeous view of her pinkest part.

"Great," Tony managed, "hold it right there for a moment. 

"Want me to strum it for you?" Jody asked.

"You want, go right ahead," Tony told her.

Jody was slipping a finger into her twat as her two friends stuck their heads into the van to see what was going on. 

"My God, what the fuck is she . . ." The stuck-up one began.

"She's actually jillin' off for them!" the other girl said, and began laughing.

Jody, getting into it now, called out, "No fair. I've showed y'all mine. Show me yours."

Pruett sprang into action, although it took him what seemed an eternity to actually extract his tightly wound dick from his Levi's. Whatever, the sight of his buoyant cock pleased Jody no end.

"Wanna fuck?" she asked him pleasantly.

"JODY!" both her friends screamed in unison.

"WHAT?" Jody yelled back. "We came out looking to get laid. Now that I can get some, you two are trying to be party poopers."

"You don't know them, Jody. They're strangers." That would be the dirty blonde.

"Complete strangers," the alleged party-pooper crowed.

"So go home. Or to the motel, leave me be," Jody bawled out, "I'm gonna get laid, right, fellas?"

Both Tony and Pruett affirmed that was indeed what would be happening shortly.

"We'll be happy to take you right to your door after, too," Tony said gallantly.

"I'm not leaving you with them," the party pooper said sternly.

"Well, I don't give a damn," the dirty blonde said. "I'm tired and I'm going to the motel. You all wanna come with me, fine. You all rather get laid by some disease carrying stranger, go on, do it. Enjoy yourself, Jody. I'll see you all later, Arlene."

"I can't just leave her, Carol. C'mon stay with us."

"No way, Jose, I'm out of here," Carol said, and then began walking in a southerly direction.

There was a moment's silence before anyone spoke. To the guy's surprise, it was Arlene who started talking first. "Jesus, you've got a nice looking dick," she said.

"It's mine, Arlene. I asked him and he pulled it out for me," Jody said fiercely, defending her territory as it were, as she lay on her back, one finger diddling herself, while the other hand was under her new t-shirt massaging a nipple.

"Um, Arlene?"

"Huh?"

"Wanna see my dick?" Tony offered.

"Sure, why not? Hey, you guys get t-shirts for waving those dicks around?"

"Never thought about it," Tony replied as he fished his dick out. He managed to keep the camera going throughout this entire exercise, and deserved a great deal of credit for that. 

"Hey, Arlene? show me your tits; I'll give you a t-shirt. I mean, we're gonna be fucking in a minute, might as well have one too."

"Hey, thanks," she said and pulled off her shirt revealing a modest, but perky pair to the shaky camera lens.

"Nice tits," Pruett said.

"Yeah, real perky ones, ain't they?" Tony said.

"Thank you," Arlene said, enjoying the compliment, and shimmying out of her skin-tight jeans. 

A soft squishing sound was now evident as Jody's fingers had her juices going.

"Gonna fuck her, or what?" Arlene asked Pruett.

Shaken from his trance-like state, Pruett slowly began to mount Jody, who extracted her fingers and spread herself wide to better accept his dick.

Tony and Arlene watched the other couple copulating for several minutes. It was Arlene who started them off, saying, "It would be nice if you kissed me first. I like kissing. Are you a good kisser?"

"You tell me," Tony said, leaning in to press his mouth to hers.

A satisfied moan escaped Arlene's throat a moment later as their tongues got well acquainted.

Jody was panting as Pruett hammered away at her.

Arlene was the one who ended the torrid kissing match, breathing heavily, and telling Tony, "I like it doggy style. That a problem?"

"Woof-woof," Tony said, and giggling they both moved in alongside Jody and Pruett. Arlene presented her rump to Tony, who wasted no time at all in finding her juicy hole and driving his member all the way into her.

"Oh, my god! That felt good," Arlene gasped.

"I'm gonna cum!" Jody yelped.

"Wait for me," cried Pruett.

"Yeah, come together, guys," Arlene called out, appointing herself the lead cheerleader.

"Cummin'" Pruett yelled.

"I'm there! I'm there! Oh, damn, it feels good!" Jody screamed.

"Don't rush, baby," Arlene cooed out to her lover.

Tony, however, was not about to hold back. He had seen too much this night to contain himself, and with a loud groan, he came.

"Oh, you bastard!" Arlene cried out, and at that moment the van door opened and two girls peeked in, one asking, "Is this really Girls Gone . . ." before she realized what was happening before her virgin eyes.

Her blood-curdling scream was heard for blocks.

Tony handed Arlene a t-shirt and then tucked himself in. Pruett gave Jody two pair of panties, paused to kiss her, and then said, "One a them's for Arlene there."

Jody could only nod in shock as the girls at the open door were still screaming.

The door to the Barbary Coast opened and several men rushed out.

Somehow, Pruett got both girls dressed -- well, that was a matter of debate later that night -- and out onto the sidewalk.

No punches were thrown until Pruett asked one of the girls if she'd stop screaming if he gave her a t-shirt.

To be continued



Prankster Ch. 03



I should have put this in front of Chapter 1, but put it aside to do other, hopefully more important things. Anyway, I got the idea for this tale from a newspaper article sometime in 2005 or 2006. Then I took it to the next level, not knowing exactly where it would end up.

Along the way I had to come up with a means of extracting a suitable revenge for Sue Ann for the prank Pruett pulled. She would nail him for having sex with an underage girl. Only it didn't turn out that way. The girl in question, in fact all the girls coming into question are eighteen or older. I wouldn't have it any other way. I've tried to add some humor to the story, and wouldn't mind hearing from you one way or the other. Come on along, enjoy the ride. PW

Chapter 3

Girl's On Spring Break

It was about two-thirty in the morning. Pruett and Tony, much to their surprise, had not passed out from drinking too much beer. In fact, they had actually cut down on the number of beers consumed, and as a consequence they found themselves tooling along Ocean Boulevard looking for just the right place to allow opportunity to knock on their van door once more. 

Spring Break week was filled with all-night parties, girls dancing naked on their hotel balconies, flashing any and all the guys passing by. In return they got wolf whistles, and the thrill of seeing the guys grab themselves, or occasionally exposing themselves in return. At the very least, one of the guys would always moon the girls, hoping the girls would return the favor. 

"We need 'a get us a tri-pod, hold the camera," Tony said, out of the blue.

"Or maybe someone else to use the camera while we fuck," Pruett offered.

"You think the Clink could do it?" Tony asked.

"Naw, his hands shake too much, Tony, you know that."

"Right, right," Tony said in agreement, "Who then?"

"I'm thinking on it, Tony."

Pruett heard the noise of the party before Tony did and shot him a side-ways glance.

"Hear that?"

"I do," Tony replied. Find a parking space if you can."

"I'll find one," Pruett giggled, "Did'ja see them tits up on that balcony? I'll find a space if I hafta knock a fence down, and park on someone's lawn."

Luck was with him, and he managed to find a wedge of a space just short of the balcony the girls were frolicking on. Instead of parallel parking, Pruett pulled into the narrow space head-on, with the rear end of the van sticking out into traffic. 

"We'll be fine as long as the cops didn't happen along," Pruett said smugly.

"Well all right, then," Tony said. They just passed us by before you decided to park kamikaze style."

Pruett said, "That means we got us ten, fifteen minutes to do our thing."

"We really need more time than that," Tony said, scoping out the balcony. "That thing's gonna collapse if any more bodies start jumping up and down on it. Look, see how it's shakin'?"

"Um," Pruett said, pensively. "Something's up."

"What?" Tony asked, "I can't see as good as you from here."

"Let's get our asses out of the van. Grab some of them t-shirts, Tony," Pruett said, as he climbed out of the Girls Gone Wild van.

While one of the girls was flashing her nice sized tits at them, and Tony busied himself zooming in on her with the video camera; a short, fat bald-headed man, stepped gingerly out onto the balcony, and began shouting at the girls and waving his arms.

Seconds later, it was apparent to the guys that the man was evicting the girls from the hotel.

"Um, I'll move the van," Tony said as he shut the camera off. "I'll just double park. If the cops roll by, I can move it easily before they give us a ticket. I'll just drive around the block. Meantime, you keep them girls there. Sweet talk 'em, or something. Just don't give all the damn t-shirts away."

Pruett leaned against a palm tree, a Girls Gone Wild t-shirt held out so that anyone could clearly see the words embossed on it. A minute went by before the first of what turned out to be six, pretty good-looking college girls, trudged out of the hotel, each lugging an over-sized duffle bag. 

All six wore bikinis. Now at a quarter to three in the morning, six girls in bikinis tend to affect a man's brain. Pruett stood there like a man in the desert, rubbing his eyes like seeing a mirage.

"Hey, Caitlin," a busty brunette called out to her friend in a lime green bikini. "Check it out; it's the Girls Gone Wild crew."

"No shit! I mean, no kiddin'"

"Hi guy's," Caitlin called out in a friendly voice.

"Good mornin' ladies," Tony replied, getting out of the van from the driver's side, and moving next to Pruett, giving him a not so subtle elbow to the ribs.

"Uh, yeah," Pruett groaned, "Mornin'," as Tony joined him, leaving the van parked at the hotel's entrance.

"We just got thrown out of our hotel," the busty brunette told him, as the other four girls trudged out of the hotel's entrance. "Are you really with Girls Gone Wild?"

"We are," Pruett acknowledged, and waved the t-shirt at her.

"Well, guys, this is Caitlin," the busty brunette, and spokesperson told them. "I'm Gail." She turned back toward the others, and said, "And, left to right are Mimi, Cassandra, Deidre, and Leea. We all go to Ohio State, and we're here for spring break. Well that's obvious isn't it?"

Pruett and Tony nodded appreciatively to each of the girls in turn. Pruett found himself staring at Deidre, a slim brunette with what had to be 40 DD's precariously encased in her halter top.

"Is it true what they say girl's got to do to get one of those?" Caitlin asked, bending forward without bending her knees to study the t-shirt. 

This provided Pruett and Tony with a clear view of her cleavage, right to the nipples, and broke Pruett's concentration on Deidre. They would learn that the girls tended to do this if they started too long at one of them. 

"Can you guys give us a ride to another hotel?" Gail asked, noting the direction, and hunger in Pruett's staring eyes.

"Um, we'd love to, but I'm afraid every room is already booked up for at least the weekend," Tony told them, making sure he conveyed a sad look in his eyes.

"Damn," I was afraid of that," Caitlin said, and adjusted her pear-shaped tits in her top. There was nothing to adjust; really, she was just trying to entice one, or both of the two men standing before her. It just came naturally to her, as did men in general.

"Well ..." Tony said, and all six girls turned their attention to him, as if he were their savior. "If you don't mind a cramped apartment ...."

"Beggar's can't be choosers," said the girl with dirty blonde hair. Tony recalled her name was Cassandra.

"Yes, well ..." Tony said, "Um, Cassandra isn't it?"

"Fuckin A it is!" She said brightly. "You remembered, how sweet!"

"Um, well, y'all are welcome to bed down with us. Um, at our place for tonight anyways," Tony offered. 

Without another word, the girls climbed into the van, and made themselves comfortable, as Pruett tossed their duffle bags in behind them.

"What about your cars?" Tony inquired.

"Tomorrow's another day," Gail said, and giggled.

"We weren't making all that much noise, I'm Mimi, by the way," the girl with light brown hair and smallest chest of all the girls. But Pruett was entranced by her Angelina Jolie lips.

"Hi there, Mimi," Tony said, with an appreciative smile. 

"You guys make videos of all the girls you meet?" Mimi asked.

Pruett laughed, and said, "Not hardly. We need to make sure they're over eighteen though."

"I'm over eighteen," Mimi said, breathing in his left ear.

"I can see that," Pruett said, staring at her rapidly stiffening nipples.

Leea, a raven-haired beauty said, "She can make 'em hard like that anytime she wants too." The hint of jealousy in her words sailed over both men's heads. But it was enough to get both Pruett and Tony to check her out, for her own dark brown nipples were readily obvious in her white bikini, her areoles twice the size of Mimi's.

Pruett's eyes dropped from her breasts to her crotch, and he was startled to detect the distinct form of her shaven pubes clinging tightly to the almost sheer material.

Mimi moved closer to Pruett and returned to his left ear, licking it cat-like. 

"Mmmm, you have a nice taste," she purred.

Gail chirped, "Looks like Mimi's gonna be the first to laid again this year, girls."

Caitlin, Cassandra, Leea, and Deidre all found her comment very amusing.

"We better get out of here," Tony said, getting behind the wheel, and restarted the engine.

Mimi giggled, and announced, "I'm drunk."

"I see that," Pruett said.

"You do?" Her surprise was clear. "You can tell?"

"Um, yeah, I kin."

"What else can you tell about me?" She asked coquettishly, twirling her finger around a lock of her light brown hair.

"Y'all go to Ohio State."

With a little awkwardness, from the close quarters in the back of the van, she sank to her knees, and then shed her top. "Too confining, don't you think?"

Her areoles were possessed of gumdrop nipples, and Pruett despite having seen all manner of tits that day, still managed to gawk at them. Mimi was pleased that he was so taken with her tits. After all, she had the smallest set of any of the girls present. 

Pruett felt something on his leg, looked down and saw Mimi's hand. He picked it up, admired the diamond in her engagement ring, and placed the hand back on his thigh, but closer to the growing bulge in his jeans.

Mimi's fingers walked to Pruett's fly, and slowly worked the zipped down. He found himself staring wantonly at her collagen-enhanced, Anglia Jolie like lips.

"Wow, you got a big one," she exclaimed, as she fished it out of his jeans.

"Go boy!" Tony cackled, without looking over his shoulder. He did, however, keep glancing in the rear-view mirror at the other girls as they edged closer to Mimi and Pruett.

"Mmmm mmmm," Mimi moaned in approval, before covering his swollen glans with her mouth. "Girls he's got a sweet lil' cock socket here. Come see!" And with his dick lying across the palm of her hand, she showed it to the other girls.

"Next year, I swear I'll be the first to get laid," Cassandra said, with a trace of bitterness.

"Hey, she hasn't been laid yet," Caitlin told her.

Cassandra said, "That's right, blow jobs don't count, do they?" 

And it was definitely a blow job being given to Pruett, for Mimi's head was now bobbing violently over the first six inches of Pruett's erection.

"Hey driver," Cassandra called out, "how long before we get to your place?"

"Ten minutes, give or take," Tony replied, stealing another look back at Mimi and Pruett. "Damn, girls got a mouth on her, ain't she?" he said to no one in particular.

"Ten minutes?" Caitlin said, surprised. "Why isn't everything around here only five minutes from the beach?"

"We're not near the beach," Tony confessed, taking another look at Mimi and Pruett. "We're a little off the beaten path."

Pruett moaned as Mimi continued to fuck her face into his cock. Her tongue snaked out, and laved around the head of his cock. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth on him was exquisite.

Moaning again, he put his hand on the back of her neck, and caressed it. In a brief moment of clarity before losing himself in the soft cavern of her mouth and tongue, Pruett felt her breasts pressing into his thigh. There was a moment of stillness before her head started bobbing up and down again; leaving lipstick smears along the entire length of his shaft as she lowered her mouth on him as far as she could. 

He let his head drop backwards, banging it against the hard metal flooring not covered by the carpet. He ignored the sudden pain, choosing to luxuriate in the feeling of her suctioning mouth, and knowledge that she was deep-throating him. He had had a few good blowjobs in his time, but no one had taken him all the way until Mimi.

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Cassandra had her arms around Leea, hugging her. Gail had her hand between Caitlin's thighs, rubbing her pussy. 

"Does she swallow?" Cassandra asked the other girls. "I've never watched her give head before.

"I'm not sure," Gail replied. "Hey, Mimi, do you swallow?" she asked, going to the source for the answer.

"Mmmm," Mimi replied, deeply engrossed in her work. Pruett, perfectly capable of hearing this conversation while the happy recipient of Mimi's fellating mouth, opened his eyes, and met a huge pair of smiling blue eyes that undoubtedly belonged to his partner, Mimi, who picked that moment to plunge downward like a sword swallower, until her nose was nestled in his pubic hair.

Then, with a satisfied groan, she drew her mouth back so slowly that an unbelievable suction was created, until she calmly popped him out of her mouth, and paused to extract a couple of his pubic hairs from between her teeth. 

"Sorry, she said, apologizing for the delay in getting him off, and took him back into her warm, wet mouth again, rolling his dick around her cheeks, caressing it with her tongue before sucking his whole length once more to the back of her throat.

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Cassandra now had Leea's top off and was teasing her strawberry tipped breasts, causing the black-trussed beauty to moan wantonly. Gail and Caitlin had sunk to the carpet. Gail's hand was under Caitlin's bikini bottom, fingers busily dipping in and out of Caitlin's sopping wet cunt, while Caitlin industriously chewed on one of Gail's elongated nipples.

Eight sets of eyes remained on Mimi and Pruett. One pair of eyes was focused on the driver as he brought the van to a halt on the shoulder of what appeared to be a deserted road. 

Deidre was the only one to note that Tony had halted the van. She tapped him on the shoulder. Tony thought she wanted to know why he had stopped, and was about to tell her when she bluntly asked, "Wanna fuck me?"

"Um, yeah, sure," he replied, and began lowering the passenger seat for her, allowing her to could climb over, and join him up front. It was a race to see who would get their pants down first. Deidre won handily. Tony's jeans got caught on the gear-shift and it took him a good ten seconds to free himself.

Deidre used the time to unfasten her halter and release her breasts. Tony's eyes bulged out almost as far as his dick. Her tits were tremendous, white as snow against her deep tan; her areole and nipples all crinkly, and an even darker brown. 

Tony reached over and palmed one. Its weight staggered him as he gazed rapturously at it as it overflowed his hand. "You've got real nice tits, Deidre."

She ignored his comment. That she had great tits was obvious, instead, she asked him, "Are you a good kisser?" 

"Let's see," Tony said, and they locked lips for a full minute, before coming up for air.

"Mmm, you're not bad," she told him.

"Want another?"

"Always," Deidre purred, and their tongues sent sparks flying between them. When the kiss ended, he buried his face between her tits, and Deidre threw her head back against the seat and moaned. That drove Tony wild, and he started to struggle with her bikini bottoms, getting them down around her knees before running into trouble.

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The pleasure of fucking Mimi's mouth was almost unbearable for Pruett after the teasing he had endured, and as he groaned loudly, his hips strained to rise up from the floor of the van, and deeper into the warm, sensuous mouth that was sucking him off.

"I'm gonna cum!" he cried out, giving fair warning.

Mimi, moaned, indicating that she had heard him and didn't care. His dick bumped against the soft tissue of the roof of her mouth, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both their brains. 

With the fingers of her right hand, Mimi gently cupped his balls, her left hand clutched at his ass cheeks, squeezing them until she was positive they would be bruised the following day. It was a trademark of sorts that she bestowed on all the guys she sucked off during Spring Break. From time to time, she would point them out to her comrades as they cavorted on the beach during their holiday.

Pruett bucked his hips into her face one last time, and exploded in her mouth.

"Oh, goody!" Mimi yelled, and grinning impishly, turned her face to the other girls who were in varied stages of cunnilingus with each other.

"Hey! Check it out," she called; the semen on her tongue gave her voice a certain lisp-like quality.

Gail took her mouth away from Caitlin's pussy, and seeing Mimi had finished her blowjob, gently shook Caitlin's shoulder. Cassandra in turn, alerted Leea. They all looked to Mimi, who revealed the globs of cum on her pierced tongue. Then, with a wickedly lewd smile directed at Cassandra, she swallowed noisily. 

Leea licked her lips, enviously. Cassandra gave Mimi a contemptuous look. Gail laughed, and buried her face back between Caitlin's thighs.

Caitlin moaned, and cried out, "That's it! Eat me!"

Pruett, ever the gentleman, got Mimi's attention back, and pointed to a small stream of ejaculate running down her chin. Mimi scooped it up with her finger, made as if to offer it to Cassandra, who made a retching sound, and turned away to kiss Leea. Mimi shrugged her shoulders, and stuck the finger into her mouth and noisily sucked it off. 

"That was soooo hot," Caitlin cooed.

"You think?" Gail said, lifting her face from between Caitlin's legs. 

"Mmmm, yeah. A real turn on," Caitlin said. 

The suggestion of more sex to come hung in the air like the last toke from a half-inch butt of marijuana. 

"You can do me, honey, we've got some time before we get there," Gail said, and giggled when Caitlin obliged, by twisting her body around until they were in a position to perform sixty-nine.

"Oh, good idea," Leea chirped and crawled over between Cassandra's legs, parting them, then pulling Cassi's bikini to one side, went down on her.

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Meanwhile, in the front seat, Deidre had her legs pulled back to her shoulders, and Tony had managed to wedge himself between the dashboard and the seat. His dick was tightly lodged in her twat, but rather than fucking away as he usually did, Tony was playing, and sucking on her unbelievably huge knockers.

Deidre tried to pull her legs even further back, but the soles of her feet were already tight against the roof of the van.

Tony could feel her kinky pubic hair, and she had an abundance of it. Her hips were moving around on the car seat as he bit, and chewed on her tits. Tony groaned in pain as some of his own pubic hairs were yanked out by their roots, as they became caught between his dick, and her pussy.

He was compelled to pull out, and repair the problem before sliding back into her very well lubricated snatch.

He told Deidre what had happened, and she held his face in her hands and cooed, "Poor baby, here, have one of Mama's titties to suck on."

Tony took the proffered tit and mashed his face into it before recapturing a turgid nipple and biting it fiercely.

"Oh, yes, baby!" Deirdre moaned, "That's it! Suck 'em, suck 'em hard!"

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Pruett, ever resourceful, was busy with both hands, well, fingers anyway, with two fingers curled in Mimi's cunt, searching around for her g-spot. One finger on his other hand was now lodged in her anus, which seemed to be milking it rather than offering any resistance to it.

Mimi appeared to be the never-say-die type, and had renewed her efforts to revive Pruett's limp dick by fellating him as best she could. But old Pru, had already screwed one girl twice hours before, and had endured the finest blowjob of his life only minutes before. Not to mention all the beer he had consumed that day. Suffice to say, Pruett was finished for a while.




Prankster Ch. 03



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At the rear of the van, the sixty-nining females lay side by side; Cassandra's ass had raw scratch marks on it from Leea's response to the frenzied orgasm she'd given her. For Leea was a true vixen, if there ever was one.

Next to them, Gail lay on her back, darting her serpentine tongue into Caitlin's twat, while Caitlin, in the throes of a wicked climax, tried her best to suck Gail's entrails out through her cunt.

Pruett looked over at the frolicking foursome in awe. He wondered if he should go down on Mimi, and decided to ask her.

"You know how to give head, Pru?" she asked reasonably.

"I guess," he said. "I mean, I done it once or twice."

"Didn't like the taste, did ya?"

"How'd you know that?"

"It figures. Look, I'm gonna crawl over there and join Gail and Caitlin," Mimi said, and left him looking at her ass as she maneuvered her way to the other girls on hands and knees.

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"Jesus H. Christ," Deidre swore, as beads of sweat rolled along her ribcage from her armpits. She was humping like crazy, loving the semi-horse-cock Tony was slamming into her.

"You . . . you feel like a long fucking pole in there," she told him as she gyrated wildly beneath him. Humping her hips up to meet his every thrust.

"You gonna cum?" Tony thought to ask. He was a way from coming himself after getting laid twice earlier that night.

"Gonna cum?" Deidre laughed tiredly. "I've been coming since you stuck that telephone pole up my twat."

"That's good, huh?"

"It's wonderful, you sappy bastard, just wonderful. You sure can fuck."

Then, as if feeling a need to testify about his prowess, she called out, "Hey girls, this one can really use his tool!"

Her comment brought Mimi and Gail to the back of the front seats, from where they leaned over and watched, as Tony's eight inch dick slammed in and out of Deidre's pussy.

"Damn, he is laying it to her!" Gail said.

"Ain't he though!" Mimi agreed, as her fingers entered Gail's sodden cunt. 

"Mmmm, feels good, baby," Gail moaned. "Don't stop now, keep on finger fuckin' me."

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Deidre's cunt lips clasped Tony's cock tightly, putting him on cloud nine. That seemed fair enough, for Deidre was already on cloud fourteen.

Tony used his arms to raise himself off of Deidre, and watched as her huge tits flounced this way and that, as she fucked back at him. Her areole appeared to have shrunk in size, with her nipples now being the larger of the two. He couldn't understand it, but captured one between his teeth and chewed away at it.

"Oh, shit! Do it! Do it! Oh, shit, you're making me cum again, doin' that!"

So he did it some more. Deidre came hard, and then came even harder, when Tony's prick erupted, and emptied into her while her body arched, and her legs came down, hitting the floorboards hard enough that she would limp around the following day.

His dick flopped out of her gooey cunt, and a river of semen flowed out after it. She was still coming and moaning about how good it was.

Tony never felt prouder that at that moment.

Pruett slid into the front seat next to them and started the van's engine. Tony continued to enjoy the wondrous resilient texture of Deidre's huge breastworks.

A few minutes later Pruett pulled into a driveway bordered by palm trees, and announced, "Home Sweet Home, ladies.

"Is this the rest home for Girl's Gone Wild?" Cassandra asked teasingly.

"Yes, it are," Pruett replied, and opened the door to help the girls exit the van. 

Deidre and Tony were the last ones out, and after opening the front door and letting the girls in, Pruett returned to the van and somehow managed to carry all their baggage back inside. It wasn't all that much actually, for the girls had packed sparingly. They averaged three bikini's each, some tops and shorts, one pair of jeans, two pairs of sandals and several pair of underwear and one bra in each of the oversized duffle bags they brought with them.

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Fortunately, Tony was a neat-freak, having been taught in the Army to make his bed and clean the house after messing it up. So, after getting the girls settled, it worked out that Leea and Caitlin would bed down in the living room on an inflatable bed Pruett had received from an aunt who had not bothered to stay the night. Not after taking a look at the condition of the place. Pruett had happily driven her to a local hotel.

That left Mimi and Cassandra to share Pruett's bed with him, and Deidre and Gail paired off with Tony.

They all had two more beers, during which time, Tony reminded the girls of a statement made early on after entering the van. "Seems to me, someone said that Mimi's always the first one to get laid, is that right?"

"Yeah, it's true all right," Gail said, a bit louder than she intended, drawing a glower of displeasure from Mimi. 

Caitlin came to Cassandra's rescue, saying, "We knew each other in high school. We didn't all go to the same high school though."

"Actually we went to three different high schools," Deidre interjected, "Me and Caitlin went to Darwin, Leea and Cassandra went to Longfellow Central, and Gail and Mimi went to Martin Luther King, Jr. High. That's a four year high school, not a junior high school," she added quickly.

"Anyway," Caitlin went on, unruffled by Deidre's interruption, "Mimi always managed to get herself laid before anyone else. I gotta tell ya, after the third time, we all set out to beat her."

"Never did, either, until tonight," Mimi said hotly. "And just maybe tonight counts too, after all, I was blowing Pruett here before Deidre jumped Tony's bones, isn't that right guys?"

"I ain't getting into that one," Tony said, not wanting to piss off any of the girls.

"A blow job is a blow job," Gail said. "It's not the same as getting laid. For sure, different anatomical parts are involved."

"Damn!" Mimi swore, looked up at the ceiling, and saw a huge spider's web that made her cringe. "But I was the first to have sex, wasn't I?" she said, and brightened considerably.

The other girls conceded the point, and things returned to normal. Tony picked up the conversational thread at that point, saying, "So how did Mimi manage to best you other girls every time? I mean, I'm askin' 'cause I find each and every one of you, just about the sexiest thing I've ever laid eyes on."

"Why thank you, Tony, Gail said, obviously pleased at the compliment.

"Yes, Tony, that was a very nice thing to say," Deidre purred, and bared her right breast. "Care to suckle?"

"Don't mind if I do, he said, and did so.

"They do make a nice couple, don't they?" Leea said.

"Mmmm, for sure he's liking those tits of hers," Gail said, by way of agreeing.

Pruett chimed in about then, asking how it was that Mimi seemed to get laid before any of the others.

Caitlin replied before Cassandra could. "She runs up to a guy and asks him if he wants to fuck her, that's how." The guys could tell she was intensely jealous of Mimi for this, and Pruett, pushing matters, asked for some examples.

"Well, Caitlin replied, for one, she doesn't mind doing it just about anywhere. Like year before last, this guy was carrying a couple of six-packs to his room."

"Not all that unusual around here," Pruett said.

"She offered to fuck him for one of them," Cassandra said, jumping in. 

Mimi, a smug smile on her face, said, "I love you too Cassie."

"We wouldn't let them into our room," Caitlin said, "so she leaned against the guard rail on the walkway, and let him boff her from behind."

"It was a good fuck, doesn't matter what y'all say," Mimi responded.

"Anybody happen by?" Tony asked, having removed his mouth from Deidre's very red breast to get the question out.

"Yes!" All three girls answered. Then Mimi took over. "The elevator door opened, and I think it was four guys and three girls, piled out."

"And what did she do?" Cassandra chimed in, "She said she hoped they were having as good a time as she was."

"They were all speechless," Caitlin said.

Mimi put in, "For sure, oh, except the one guy who said, 'There but for the grace of God . . . .' "

"I never heard that," Cassandra said.

"Me neither," Caitlin added a second later.

"You had to have been there," Mimi laughed.

"We were there," Caitlin protested.

Still laughing, Mimi said, "Not where I was." 

"Man, I'm getting horny," Leea said.

"Don't look at me," Pruett said, and then added, "God, I never thought I'd hear myself sayin' that."

Caitlin laughed, and Gail giggled.

"Better dig out some toys, Leea," Gail said, and then glanced at the guys.

Tony said, "I might be able to make it one more time, anybody game?"

"You're leaving me?" Deidre said, and appeared to be on the verge of crying.

"Save the tears, Dee," Cassandra said, without an ounce of sympathy. "I'm game sweetie," she said, bestowing a winning smile at Tony, "C'mon I'll open my legs for you. The others can watch us."

Her offer, and her way of expressing it, had turned Tony on, and he said, "I'll be right with you, I meant to do this earlier, but would anyone care for a joint?"

"The one between your legs, or do you mean grass?" Cassandra asked, as she raked her nails along Caitlin's thigh. 

"Um, grass," Tony answered, taking her seriously. He produced a baggie, and then rolled a couple of joints while Pruett found some matches.

Mimi was rummaging through her duffle bag, and came back to the group, tossing a vibrator onto Gail's lap, and then sat down across from her, and waved another toy at her. "We watch them and play with our toys, see who cums first, all right?"

"I'm game," Gail answered.

"No, you're gamy. When did you shower last?" Mimi laughed at what she considered to be a funny line. No one else joined her.

Leea peeled off her black t-shirt, raised her tits up with her hands and asked, "Do y'all like my titties?" Her eyes registered who appeared to appreciate them. 

Deidre was the first to answer her. "I do," she said, and left Tony's bed to sit next to Leea, then replaced Leea's hands with her own. 

"Mind if I have a taste?"

"Go right ahead," Leea purred, and Deidre lifted the right breast and kissed the mound twice before licking it. Leea shuddered, as Deidre's tongue swept the entire surface of her tit. A moment later, with everyone watching, Deidre gobbled up Leea's nipple, sucking the nub into her mouth, and chewing fairly hard on it. Leea's head lolled backward, pushing her breast deeper into Deidre's mouth.

Leea moaned contentedly, "I love it when they're getting sucked. I could cum from this."

Cassandra, tore her eyes away, and looked toward Tony. "I want to get really high," she said, and accepting a toke from Tony, took a big hit, and held it for what seemed a very long time, before passing it to Mimi.

After Mimi passed the joint over to Pruett, she kissed Cassandra, blowing power hits into her mouth. Her aggressiveness surprised Tony, but not Pruett, whom she had blown in the van.

Cassandra reached her high before the others, thanks to the power hit, and began toying with Tony's semi-hard dick. Deidre and Leea, lying prone on Pruett's bed, were making out, using several pillows for leverage, and swapping spit while fondling one another's crotch. 

Caitlin tried to rouse Pruett, taking his balls in hand and licking, then sucking them. Leea began nibbling on Deidre's neck and ear, whispering all the while. Both girls' hips were grinding into the other's thigh. Gail and Mimi sat about a foot apart, each using a vibrator on themselves, in a race to see which one would climax first.

"No faking orgasms, Mimi said, already breathing heavily.

Cassandra's thighs were wide open, and Tony was sitting up between her legs, his cock now so hard it was throbbing. A small gob of precum seeped from the hole in the tip. 

Cassandra's face bore a wicked grin as she gripped him tightly, slowly stroking him, and he could feel the wet softness of her twat as it made contact with his testicles.

"How far along are you?" Mimi asked Gail.

"Got a ways to go, baby, and you?"

Mimi flashed a lewdly wanton grin and said, "Getting closer every second. I love my boy toy."

Cassandra was squeezing the shaft of Tony's cock, making the head swell. 

She whispered into his ear, "I love playing with a guy's cock. They have such a wonderful feel to them, all silky smooth, yet hard as a diamond. I bet you could almost cut glass with this baby, huh, Tony?"

"Don't get any ideas about cutting glass, baby," he said warning her, afraid of what she might be capable of.

Gail spread her legs even further apart, alternating between rubbing the vibrator over her clit and up and down her labia. 

Pruitt looked on, fascinated, totally engrossed in how the two women were playing with themselves, virtually ignoring Caitlin's eager mouth, which was trying to restore him to a competent fucking level.

Tony pried himself away from Cassandra's hand, and moved to the bed where Deidre and Leea were entwined in each other's limbs; making out with torrid kisses, and groping one another's genitals. To his surprise, Cassandra meekly followed him. A second later there were four writhing bodies on the bed. 

Tony gently led Deidre to Leea's pussy. Leea quickly put herself directly over Deidre's twat, and they started munching away.

Tony had never experienced two girls going at one another before. In porno films yes, even a feigned version at a bachelor party a few years earlier. But this was close range, and the real thing. He could even smell their individual sexual aromas, each uniquely their own. And when Cassandra recaptured his dick, and brought it to her lips, he groaned, ran his hand over her thighs, pulled her labia apart, and tasted her, sliding his tongue inside her opening, licking upward and coating her clit with his saliva.

"Cumming!" Gail moaned.

"Me too!" Mimi blissfully sighed, not caring at all about being the first to cum. She pulled the vibrator from between her legs, squirted twice, sending a line of juice across the space between them and splattering over Gail's hand which was still rocking the vibrator back and forth over her pussy and clit. Gail's hips arched, and her head seemed to jolt backward, as she too came hard. But the contest, if it was one, was most assuredly won by Mimi.

Tony was beguiled by the proximity of having three cunt's so close to him, and he gently moved Deidre's face away from Leea's pussy, and began to lap away at her black-haired entrance. 

Undaunted, Cassandra moved to Deidre, kissed her on the mouth, and then adroitly lowered her face to Deidre's twat. Deidre, in turn, rolled away from Leea, and engulfed Cassandra's cunt with her tongue and mouth.

Pruett, now fully engorged, was fucking Caitlin from behind, while she went down on Mimi, who had crawled over and presented her snatch to the strawberry blonde.

Tony, having sated his momentary lust for tasting pussy, arranged the three somewhat docile girls alongside each other on the bed, and began to fuck them in turn. He was allowing himself five thrusts into a given cunt before moving to the next one.

The three women, Cassandra, Deidre and Leea thought this uproarious, and began counting his strokes out loud, sounding much like a rowing team on the Thames during rowing season.

Mimi rolled away from Caitlin's hungry mouth, and said, "I know how oral you are Cat, let's get him on the bed, we can take turns sucking his cock."

Pruett sat on the side of the other bed with his legs open. Caitlin and Mimi sprawled across each of his hips and legs. Mimi held his cunt-juice coated dick at its base, and was staring hungrily at it, when Gail joined them.

"No room at the inn for you, sweetie," Mimi husked, "but you can eat Caitlin out for a while." 

As she spoke these words, she was parting Caitlin's thighs, presenting a wide-open, wet hole for Gail's view. Gail went for it, and dove between Caitlin's thighs.

With Pruett's dick sticking straight up, Caitlin and Mimi attacked it; kissing it, licking it, and planting little sucks along its length. Every so often they would halt and exchange tongue-filled kisses with one another. After several minutes of this play, Caitlin guided Gail's head from her pussy to Pruett's dick, inviting her to partake in pleasuring him.

"Mmmm . . . this is sooo hot," Gail cooed, handing the saliva covered prick to Mimi's opened mouth.

Caitlin warned Mimi, "Don't you dare make him cum."

Gail giggled, and confessed, "I've been wantin' to do this for ages."

"Oh Gail," Caitlin purred, "You're so sweet. Can I eat you for a while?"

Just before accepting Pruett's dick back between her lips, Gail replied, "Anytime, baby, anytime." 

Gail looked Pruett in the eyes while she deliberately licked the tip of his cock. He moaned, and she teasingly asked, "You gonna give some of that love juice to me and my friends here?"

"You girls can have all you want. How you divide it, well, I'll leave that to y'all."

"Hear him, Mimi?"

"Oh, yeah, I hear."

"Did you hear that, Caitlin?"

Cat's voice floated up from the crevice between Gail's legs. "Mmmm, I heard, and I accept," then she returned to sucking away on Gail's clit.

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Back on the other bed, the raven haired, Leea was perspiring like crazy, couldn't keep the sweat from forming on her upper lip. Moreover, she was continually grunting, and wiping the beads of perspiration with the back of her hand, as Tony relentlessly plowed into her for the fourth and then fifth time.

Tony had finished boning Deidre a minute or so earlier, and Cassandra lay next to him, idly looking on, and fingering herself as she waited her turn. She could see Leea's juices as they turned into a cauldron of frothy bubbles, and she had had a mini orgasm thinking about how good his cock had felt earlier, and how good it would feel in the very near future.

Halting his thrusting fusillade momentarily in order to catch his breath, Tony met Cassandra's eyes, and with a wry grin, reached out for her twat, and soon had his fingers enmeshed in her furry jungle. 

He knew she was wet enough, and wasted no time filling her with three hooked fingers. Cassandra immediately began to hump them. He counted to five, and resumed fucking Leea, who was kissing Deidre as her orgasm neared.

His fingers found Cassandra's g-spot, and worked it. It was not intended, but Tony managed to get Leea and Cassandra off simultaneously. 

Afterward, gasping for breath, he held both close and kissed them long and tenderly until Deidre started to mount him.

Wearily, he gently pushed her away, and beckoned the still tingling Cassie to him. He let her do the work, and just lay there as she rose and fell upon him. Cassandra wondered how long he could keep this up. 

She had been with many young men, but none of them had demonstrated this ability. She tried to count how many of them he had boned already. 

She recalled Deidre as his first, she remembered sucking him, but not to completion; and how he had fooled around with several of the other girls, but she couldn't be sure if he'd cum more than once.

Then it occurred to her that he may have screwed some other bimbo before meeting up with them. 'Of course, that had to be it,' she told herself, and before she could stop herself, she asked him, "Tony, honey, how many girls did you get off on today?"

"That's a silly question, Cassie, baby" he said, holding her hips as she continued to ride him at a moderate pace.

"C'mon, you can tell me," she cajoled.

"Just Deidre, and Leea and you," he told her.

"Really?"

"Of course, what the hell do you think I'm capable of?"




Prankster Ch. 03



"Tony, honey, I'm trying to find that out, now aren't I?"

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"Let's get some cum out of your cock," Mimi hissed at Pruett. Gail had him by the balls, but Pruett didn't mind, for she felt like an angel caressing his jewels. 

"Go for it," he said agreeably.

Gail squeezed his balls, and said, "Tell me if I should stop."

"Well," Pruett said, I like what you're doin' and all, but I feel it. I'm gonna cum, and soon."

"When?" Mimi purred.

"Like now!" he replied.

Mimi squeezed the base of his dick so hard she caused Gail to lose her grip on his balls. A pearl of cum seeped from the tip of his cock.

"You take that one, Gail," Mimi said, happily.

Gail's head bobbed over his dick and sucked eagerly, Caitlin pushed her aside, fearful that she would devour all the semen he had to offer. Mimi relaxed her hold on him, jerked him up and down twice, and sang out happily, "Your turn, Cat!"

Caitlin went down on him in similar fashion as had Gail, bobbing her head and sucking for all she was worth.

"Jesus Christ!" Pruett swore loudly, causing Tony to turn to see how his buddy was faring. 

Mimi waved to him and called out, "We're sharing his load. He just has to wait a little longer to get his rocks off; he's not used to it."

"Treat him good, baby, or I'll come over there and spank you," Tony said, and laughed.

"OH!" Pruett groaned. This time Mimi took him into her mouth and then released her tight grip on his cock. Pruett shot a torrent into her mouth, and Mimi, delighted at deceiving the other two girls, began to swallow. But his load was so profuse it filled her mouth to the point that she had no choice but to let some escape, and run down her chin.

Caitlin was first to realize they had been tricked, and violently shoved Mimi away from his dick, and then covered it with her own mouth.

Gail, an honor student in pre-med, and nobody's fool, thought quickly, and grabbed Mimi's face, then sealed her mouth to Mimi's, and began to suction the remaining semen into her mouth.

Caitlin continued to jerk Pruett off, gobbling everything he had left. 

Mimi surrendered to Gail's superior strength and intelligence, and they ended up in a prolonged kiss, during which they passed the globs of cum back and forth between them.

When they had all calmed down, Gail said, "He's got a great dick, huh, girls?"

"Ooooh, yeah," Mimi said in agreement.

"He's got the bestest cock ever," Caitlin said, chiming in with her friends, after licking her lips.

"Can I have my dick back?" Pruett said, and they all laughed uproariously.

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Tony was up on his knees behind Cassandra, just fucking the shit out of her. Deidre was sitting at the head of the bed, fingering herself. 

Leea was looking on, hoping to get another chance with Tony before he petered out. To her, the entire scene was one of surreal sensuality. From the contrast of Cassie's blood red fingernails, to the dark tan of Tony's skin; to Deidre's huge breasts, bouncing in every direction after she got down on all fours. 

Leea's face was mere inches from the heavy cock pounding into Cassie's cunt, and she reached back between her legs to continue her frenzied finger-fucking. A second later, the woozy Leea took a deep breath, and reached up to squeeze her left nipple. Her eyelids fluttered, and her free hand moved frantically between her legs, and she started coming hard.

"Yeah, Cassie! That's it, honey, fuck him back!" 

Deidre, chortled as Cassandra shoved her rear end back to meet Tony's dick as it slammed into her.

"C'mon Cass, shake that ass!" Deidre yelled. "C'mon, baby, you know I'm waiting for him to fill my mouth with his cum."

From out of nowhere, Leea spoke up, "Dee Dee's waiting for a mouthful of cum; ain't that nice?"

"I'll be happy to share it with you too, sweetie-pie," Cassandra laughed, all you gotta do is kiss me the way Gail and Mimi just did."

"I can do that," Leea said, and began giggling as she listened to the "slap, slap, slap," of Cassandra and Tony's fucking rhythm. 

The heat in Cassie's cunt began to radiate outward through her limbs. She found herself trying to hold off her orgasm until he was ready to explode inside her. She wanted desperately for them to cum together.

It was not to happen. Tony made a slight shift in his stroking and began to graze over her g-spot. On the sixth thrust, Cassandra came, and came hard, her body spasming uncontrollably. 

Tony leaning over her, bit into her neck, as he too attempted to hold back, but as he lost control, he pulled out of her, and sent a long, white rope parallel to her spine. 

Leea reacted first, almost diving forward to grab his member and direct the second jet to her mouth. Unfortunately, she missed and it splattered against the middle of her collarbone, leaving her with a mini pearl necklace.

Deidre managed to force her face in front of Tony for the third and final burst of semen, and took a direct hit in her right eye, causing her to cry out, and slap her right hand to her eye.

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Pruett to everyone's surprise had himself a mini-hardon thanks to some delicate tongue work on his dick by Caitlin, who surrendered his cock to Mimi, and said, "I want to see him fuck you now."

Mimi took possession of Pruett's hanging member and gave it a few quick strokes, trying to coax it into getting even harder, murmuring, "Ooooh, you're so hard, baby. I'm gonna love having you inside me."

Pruett, weary from all the fucking he'd done that day, lay on his back as Mimi climbed over him, and inserted his semi into her extremely wet pussy. The moment he slithered inside her, Mimi moaned. She opened her eyes, and looked into his, but did not utter another word.

Pruett reached around behind her and tried to send his middle finger into her anus. But Mimi was moving too fast for him to manage it. 

Leaning forward, Mimi dangled her tits over his face, and as he left her ass to grab at them, she broke her silence and crowed to the other girls, "Tell me, you want to watch him fuck me!"

Gail promptly replied, "Oh, yeah. I see that big dick pumping into you, baby. Does it feel good?"

"Feels wonderful," Mimi told her.

Caitlin ran a finger around and then into Pruett's ear, and whispered, "Fuck her, baby! Fuck her for me!"

Gail asked Pruett, "How's it feel, cowboy?"

"Hot, wet and damned good!" he grunted, as Mimi tried to use her cuntal muscles on him, but she had not mastered the kegeling process, and it was only a mild tease as far as Pruett was concerned.

To her surprise, Mimi grew tired of rising and falling upon him and after a few minutes, signaled Caitlin that she wanted to relinquish his dick to her.

Gail cried foul at this, but accepted Mimi's bequest without further complaint. Caitlin mounted him, placed his diminishing prick inside her cunt and ground away at him, enjoying the feel of his retreating hardon while it lasted.

"Think you can suck him up again, Cat?" Gail asked hopefully.

"I'll be happy to try," she answered, grimacing from the pressure her grinding into his pelvis was putting on her genitals. In a final attempt to get off with his dick inside her, Cat began rubbing her clit, and to her credit, managed to generate a nice cum for herself. Although, truth be told, her fingers did more to cause it than Pruett's cock.

After coming, Caitlin rolled off and let Gail have a try at Pruett. But his cock had grown too limp to keep inside her, and, Mimi, feeling sorry for Gail, went down on her until she got off.

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It was late, the clock on the dresser said, 5:15 AM. Everyone was sleeping. Pruett between Gail and Mimi, with Caitlin snuggled up against Mimi. In the other bed, the three girls dozed while entangled in each other's limbs. 

Tony lay snoring peacefully on the floor next to them.

Deidre woke to find herself still in the throes of a sexual trance. And while she couldn't recall any of what happened during this time frame, the fact of the matter is she parted Leea's legs, and made love to her for the next two hours. Leea was semi-aware of her actions as she drifted in and out of her slumber, opening her eyes on occasion and even guiding Dee's head with one hand every so often.

Pruett woke up around 6:00. Noted the time, and was about to go back to sleep, when he realized two things. One, two of the girls in the other bed were quietly making love, and two, he had himself a fairly decent erection.

He turned to Gail and raised her right leg, opening her cunt to him, and then he proceeded to have at her in what might be described as spoon-fashion. Of course, eventually Gail woke up, but she giggled quietly as he continued the old in and out on her, and agreed when he asked her if it was all right if he came on her tits.

"Mmmm, go on, Pru, baby, drip your hot cum on my nipples."

But he wasn't ready for that, not yet, and he continued pumping her, bringing Gail to three wonderful climaxes before he pulled out and straddled her. 

"Gonna cum on my tits?" she asked.

"Uh huh," he replied, and holding his hot dick in his right hand he stroked it several times, grunted and began to spurt his load over Gail's tits.

When he had finished, Gail smeared the semen over her left tit, while Pruett bent down and licked her other breast clean. That task completed, he held the left tit to Gail's mouth and helped her clean that one off. Then both went back to sleep.

Caitlin woke up around seven, went into the bathroom with Deidre right on her heels. 

They talked for a long while before returning, going over to Tony. Caitlin took his shriveled penis in her mouth, and made him grow to full size, then handed him off to Deidre.

Tony was awake by this point, but pretended to be sleeping. "You're not really sleeping, are you?" Caitlin whispered into his ear.

"Mmmm, no not now," he said smiling. "I always wanted to wake up this way," he added.

"Good, huh?" Cat asked.

"The bestest," he said, using the word he'd heard her use earlier that morning.

Taking his dick from her mouth, Deidre said, "Good morning, baby."

"Good mornin' to you too," he replied with a lewd smirk.

"We were undecided if we should eat one another out, or tackle you again," Deidre told him, then kissed him on the mouth.

He laughed softly, and said, "Guess that makes me a cocksucker by proxy, huh?"

"No way," Cat giggled quietly, not wanting to wake the others. "You got to actually have a dick in your mouth to qualify," and she tapped his nose with her forefinger.

"Say, Cat," Tony said, "wanna sit on my face while your friend here blow me?"

"I'd love to, but wait. Dee, Tony just made me an offer I find hard to refuse, but I thought I'd ask you your preference."

"My choices are?" Deidre asked genially enough. She hadn't heard the conversation between Cat and Tony.

"You can keep blowin' him, or let me finish him off while you sit on his face.

"My choice? Really?" Deidre asked solemnly.

"Yes, your choice," Cat told her.

"I'd rather sit on his face, you don't mind."

"Done, hand me that cock, and get on over here, but be quiet."

Dee lowered her cunt down to meet Tony's tongue and sighed.

Cat took Tony's full length down her throat and using a trick she'd learned several weeks before closed her throat down on him, before letting up and easing him almost all the way out. Then she repeated the trick over and over until tiring of it, and then contented herself with licking and nipping at the underside of his cock. 

Deidre began to grunt as she squatted over Tony's face, her cunt scant millimeters from his serpentine tongue.

Tony suddenly whispered a warning to both girls. "Gonna cum!" Both girls readied themselves to receive his load, with Deidre falling away to one side, and then scrambling to her knees alongside Caitlin.

Cat passed his cock to Dee as if it were a baton. Dee took a deep suck, licked his cockhead twice and relinquished him to Caitlin, who performed a similar act.

"Christ!" groaned Tony.

That was enough to wake both Cassandra and Leea, who leaned over the side of the bed to watch.

The two felines continued to blow him, alternating every few sucks, until Tony's arched his back, and cried out, "Can't hold it! Here it comes!"

A thick stream of semen leaped from his cock. Caitlin happened to be holding it at that moment and it took her in the center of her forehead.

Deidre wrenched it away from Cat and got her mouth on it before the second and third ejaculates occurred. She managed to swallow some, and then thought better of drinking down the rest. 

She pulled Cat into an embrace, and then as with Gail and Mimi earlier, shared the balance with Caitlin until, both their mouths were filled with commingled saliva and sperm, then she called out, "Now!" and both swallowed what was in their respective mouths at the time.

Pruett, meanwhile had gone back to sleep, and a very sated Tony soon joined him. Neither woke until after one in the afternoon.

They found a note on the kitchen table, and the girls were gone.

A bleary-eyed Tony read the note:

Dear Pru and Tony,

We love you guys, we really do.

But as we're on Spring Break . . . well, we discussed matters,

And we all agree we can't spend it all with the both of you,

Although we are sorely tempted, and sore otherwise too.

We borrowed the van . . . don't panic, its right outside again.

We used it to pick up our car at the motel.

We also met these nice college guys.

They have a place at the beach and are letting us stay with them,

Can you imagine?

So, we hope you're not mad at us, and if you pass by us in the van, 

We'll be happy to help out with any video you happen to be making 

at the time.

Love,

Gail, Mimi, Cassie, Dee, Leea, and Cat

To be continued...



Prankster Ch. 04



Now, as it happened, while Tony and Pruitt were tooling around in their Girls Gone Wild van that afternoon, Adele McPherson and Sue Ann Johnson had managed a reconciliation of their own at the Burger King. 

The two women were once again alone in the manager's office.

"You don't have to quit," Adele said, wiping a tear from her eye. 

"I'm only here to pick up my week's pay," Sue Ann, said before gulping and then swallowing. "You and that, that goddamned cop ... you ... you humiliated me," then she wiped several tears from her own face with her Burger King smock.

"I tell you...." Adele began for the hundredth time, "It was a prank call. Stupid me believed him and . . . ."

"I know," Sue Ann told her, "but all the same, you had me down to my underwear and then you actually . . . and I still can't believe this . . . you sniffed my pussy!"

"Look, sweetie . . ." Adele began.

"Don't call me sweetie!" Sue Ann barked out.

"I'm sorry. I only . . . what I'm trying to say is I didn't mean nothin' by it. Nothin' personal, anyway."

"That doesn't make it right," Sue Ann said, sniffing away the mucus in her nostrils, and not knowing exactly what to do with it, swallowing.

"No, it don't," Adele responded, "and that's why I hope you'll let me make it up to you."

"Make it up?" Sue Ann said surprised. "How the hell can you make up for something so . . . so degrading?"

"Well . . ." Adele said, trying to think faster than her mouth was working. "Um, first off, no one here knows about it."

"Big deal I bet half the town knows by now," Sue Ann said glumly.

"No, I think not," Adele said, trying to reassure the attractive young girl standing before her.

"Hell they don't," the teen replied. "I met Trudy comin' outta Hobie's last night, she laughed in my face. Asked me how I liked bein' searched an' all."

"Trudy did that . . . to your face?"

"Yeah, I wanted to scratch her eyes out, but I can't afford no more trouble on account of being on probation and all, you know?"

"I'm not on probation, or any other shit, Sue Ann. Maybe I'll look Trudy up and knock her on her big, fat ass," Adele said fiercely.

"You'd do that?" Sue Ann said, eyes widening. Her appreciation for Adele was on the rise.

"Hell, yes," Adele told her, and gave Sue Ann a strong hug that Sue Ann had no choice but to return. After they had separated, Adele, somewhat ruffled, asked, "So who was it you think made the call?"

"I don't know. I mean, if I heard his voice . . . well, then I'd probably know, but you was the one talked to him and all." 

"Yeah . . ." the older woman mused, "But I didn't recognize the voice. I mean I thought it was the state police and all."

"I'd kick him right square in the balls," Sue Ann snarled. "Fuck probation. I'd kick him right in the balls; show him not to fuck with me."

"Let's think on it, honey," Adele said putting her arm around Sue Ann's shoulders. "Y'all got any old boyfriends might be mad at you?"

"No, I don't have any boyfriends," Sue Ann said glumly.

"Anyone ask you out, and you maybe turned 'em down?"

"Naw, nobodies asked me out . . ." Just then her eyes lit up, and she turned her face to Adele's and blurted out, "That fuckin' Pruett!"

"Pooit?" Adele said, repeating what Sue Ann had just said.

"That little prick, Pruett! Asked me for a blowjob about two weeks ago. Course I turned the bastard down, told him I'd die an old maid first."

"It must be him," Adele agreed. "So what do we do to get even?"

"Get even? I'm not getting even; I'm going to crush his nuts in a vise. I'm gonna cut his dick off with a carving knife and make him eat it," she paused to catch her breath. "I'm gonna . . . ."

"Wait, wait, wait," Adele said interrupting her. "We need a plan," Adele told the agitated teen.

"We? I'm the one got humiliated, thanks all the same."

"You may be the one got humiliated," Adele huffed, "but I'm the one was suckered into it by this, this, Pooit."

"Pruett," Sue Ann said, pronouncing it slowly. "P-R-U-E-T-T."

"I know him!" Adele said. "I know him!"

Both women were ecstatic in their discovery of the villain playing the prank on them. Before they knew what was happening, they were kissing each other. It was a short kiss, and when it was over, Adele returned Sue Ann's stare and said, "We don't want to start something we can't finish here."

Sue Ann met her look dead on and replied, "That ain't gonna happen."

Adele took Sue Ann's head in her hands and pulled her forward. Sue Ann moved into Adele's arms and their lips met again. 

Still holding on to Sue Ann's head, Adele pushed her tongue into Sue Ann's mouth, where it was warmly welcomed, for it was the kind of kiss Sue Ann had never experienced, unthinkably soft, and her lips like flower petals, and although Sue Ann's arms came up and held on to Adele's wrists as if to pull them away, she never really used the necessary force to do so. 

Sue Ann felt the kiss in her deepest parts, her clit somersaulting as if it had been waiting for this moment. Every pore felt exposed, slow sparks of delight singed her entire body. Each heated breath lashed through her, every searing lick of Adele's talented tongue leaped from her nerve endings to her toes.

Adele finally ended the kiss, took her hands from Sue Ann's face, and wrapped her arms around the girl's neck. Then, she pulled back, leaving her arms linked behind the girl's head.

Sue Ann looked a little dazed. "Wow," she said after a moment.

"Liked that, did ya?" Adele asked, with a greater caution than the younger girl realized.

"A lot," Sue Ann answered. "That was nice."

"You are truly beautiful, you know?"

"Oh, no," Sue Ann gasped, "You are more so than me."

"Ever been with a woman before?" Adele asked Sue Ann, while memorizing the girl's bright white teeth, framed by a pair of gorgeous soft, full lips that were kept moist by her pink tongue.

"No ... well almost one time, but it didn't go very far," Sue Ann replied.

"Want to, with me?"

"Maybe ... lemme think a second. Yeah ...I think so," she confessed.

"You a virgin, Sue Ann?"

Sue Ann laughed naughtily, "Not hardly. Lost my cherry in High School. I couldn't wait to do it."

"Who and where?" Adele asked, running her hands through Sue Ann's chestnut hair, and wondering if she could manage to work her way down the girl's belly, and later take her first lick of the girl's sweet pussy.

The girl seemed to ignore her question, saying instead, "I like the way your hands feel in my hair."

"You have very lovely hair," Adele cooed.

"Mmmm, thank you. This is the best I've felt in a long time." 

A moment passed and then, "Adele?"

"Yes, Sue Ann?"

"Will anybody notice we're locked in your office?"

"Do you care?"

"I don't want you getting fired because of me," Sue Ann told her.

"No one will think anything of it, because you've got your old job back and we had to have a long discussion about it."

"Kiss me again, please," Sue Ann said, seemingly mollified by her answer. The older woman complied, fondling her breast as well.

"What?" Sue Ann mumbled breathlessly as she tried to turn and face Adele. "What are you doing?"

"Well," Adele muttered in her ear. "Sure you're not horny?"

"I didn't say I wasn't horny," Sue Ann husked. "Can you please remove your hand?"

Instead of following the request, Adele squeezed Sue Ann's breast even more, and Sue Ann's eyes grew wide, and with her heart pounding, she grabbed Adele's hand and tried to remove it, but failed. 

Sue Ann inhaled audibly, and tried to twist away, but when Adele's hand resisted and those long, delicate fingers acted like pincers on the girl's nipple, Sue Ann moaned as if hopelessly lost.

Still, she continued to attempt to escape from the knowing hands, trying to fend them off, but failing to do so, and in the end, started giggling, and allowed the woman's hands to squeeze her breasts at will through her T-shirt.

"They're so small," Sue Ann complained, breaking her silence.

"No, not really," Adele said. "Look how proud your nipples are." 

Sue Ann took her right nipple between her fingers and gave it a squeeze. "Mmm, I like to do that. The nice feeling goes right to my twat, you know?"

"You call it your twat?"

"Yeah, sometimes I call it my pussy, sometimes my snatch; even my hole sometimes. But I don't like calling it my cunt for some reason."

"Um, yeah, has a nasty sound to it," Adele agreed. And then, "Ohhh, you've pierced your nipples, huh?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah . . . last fall. I started out to get a tattoo, but settled for the nipple piercing. See, here," she said peeling off the T-shirt, "Feel 'em."

Adele did more than just feel.

"God, yes!" Sue Ann gasped, when the older woman took her pierced nipple between her teeth, and worried it.

"You are so cute, you know?" Adele whispered.

Sue Ann blushed.

And when she reached up to Sue Ann's neck, the girl flinched, and opened her mouth as if to say something, but then Adele slowly dragged her nails over the skin of her neck. The girl moaned again, only louder this time and Adele placed her palm against Sue Ann's neck, and continued the caress to her shoulders.

Sue Ann licked her lips and her eyes widened. "Afraid?" Adele asked softly.

"I don't know," Sue Ann whispered, but she was already trembling.

Adele bent down and buried her face in the side of her neck and whispered: "You want me to . . . just say stop."

Sue Ann didn't say stop. She closed her eyes and gasped as Adele licked her neck. She moaned quietly when her tongue traveled from Sue Ann's neck up to her chin, and moaned yet again when she stopped for a moment before sitting up.

Adele caressed her with the backs of her fingers, but it soon became apparent that she didn't have the access she wanted. She moved her left knee, and slid down on the floor next to Sue Ann, resting her head on her hand and elbow. Sue Ann looked at her, and Adele smiled back while her knee and thigh slid across Sue Ann's leg and in between them.

When Sue Ann didn't protest, Adele stroked her foot along the girl's leg. Taking Sue Ann's hand, she pulled it to her breast, gently placing her palm over the nipple. When Sue Ann began to toy with her nipple, Adele's free hand brought Sue Ann's face close to hers, and they kissed again.

"Um," Adele sighed, after ending the kiss. "I could just eat you up. Someday, maybe ...." 

But Adele quit talking, and made for the girl's breast, and the touch of her fingertips on Sue Ann's fast rising nipples was exquisite, as she rolled one nipple, then the other, between two fingers, then squeezed, held and slowly released them in turn.

The girl's ribs were heaving, her back arching. She could barely contain herself. 

Adele almost tore off her blouse and bra in her frenzy to get half-naked. She hiked herself up on her knees, swung herself over and straddled Sue Ann's hips, held herself up with both hands on either side of the teen's shoulders. Her exposed breasts dangled above the girl's face. 

The sight of them so close took Sue Ann's breath away. 'She's got a nice rack on her,' Sue Ann thought, 'A lot bigger than mine.' Adele's nipples were a darker hue than her own; with an enchanting beauty mark only a nibble away from her right nipple.

Sue Ann started to pant; she was as ready for sex as a ravenous animal for food.

Adele reached for the nape of Sue Ann's neck with one hand as she lowered her mouth to Sue Ann's again. Her hair spilled onto the girl's face and neck like corn silk as they kissed hungrily. With their mouths locked together, Adele began to moan, and Sue Ann thought that she was going to come at any minute.

Instead she pushed her young tongue into Adele's mouth, exploring tentatively. Adele responded by circling her tongue with her own, and then both women were groaning as their tongues danced an unbelievable duet, which stopped only when Adele began to suck on Sue Ann's tongue.

'Suck my tongue?' Sue Ann thought, and then found that her fingers had a life of their own. Pulling Adele's shoulders forward and bringing the woman's breasts closer, her hands swept from the older woman's shoulders to her heaving chest, palms up as if they were begging, until each hand cupped a handful of flesh, hot, teeming flesh that enthralled the young girl with their resilience and soothing weight. Slowly she pinched Adele's nipples as she had hers, and the older woman began to whimper, leaving her mouth on Sue Ann's as her lips parted and her small sounds dissolved within the younger girl.

Sue Ann found it different to be with a woman. The pressure, however subtle, to get where you were going with a guy was gone. With a woman, it seemed, you were just where you were. For Sue Ann, these moments meant she was completely lost, unabashedly consumed by the sensations created by Adele's tongue, fingers, and the heft of her body mashed against her own.

Adele pulled back then, and Sue Ann studied Adele's dark features, and jet black hair. She saw that Adele's eyes were so dark a brown you might think they were all black. Adele had a pretty enough face, nothing to write home about, but she was still attractive. Sue Ann considered the woman's body. Adele kept in good shape; she was a runner, so her legs were muscular and firm. Her ass was rock hard, and Sue Ann liked the way it filled out her pants. 

Her breasts were floating above Sue Ann's face. The teen's mouth opened wantonly, and Adele lowered herself an inch or two, presenting her breasts to Sue Ann's waiting lips. She took in the left breast, slowly enveloping the nipple; her tongue slowly circling the aureole. Then she sucked, ever so lightly. 

Adele cried out.

Sue Ann played her breast with her tongue, going a bit deeper as she sucked, pulling back and torturing the nipple with a lip, the tip of her tongue, the edge of a finger. She rolled Adele's nipple as the older woman had her own earlier. She squeezed the woman's breasts together and licked the tantalizing cleavage, turning her head to and fro so that her tongue could sashay from nipple to nipple. Smiling, and knowing Adele couldn't see her, she wondered what Adele would give her after she let her eat her pussy.

As if reading her mind, Adele squirmed away from her grasp, and laughed quietly. She brought her hands forward and down Sue Ann's shoulders, over the girl's breasts, letting her fingertips trail over her nipples. 

Sue Ann sighed; it was not in the least feigned, for she thoroughly enjoyed Adele's touches.

Adele's fingers continued past Sue Ann's hard nipples, and down her belly, where she playfully poked at Sue Ann's navel. That caused the girl to jerk, and let go of her grip around Adele's waist.

Panting with desire, Adele breathed huskily into Sue Ann's left ear. "Tell me about your first time with a woman," she said, her breath ragged.

"I never said I done it with another woman," Sue Ann protested.

"But you did, didn't cha?"

"Um . . . maybe, kinda," Sue Ann conceded.

"C'mon, tell me, I love hearing about such things," Adele said, and touched Sue Ann's outer thigh for the first time, sending an electrical jot through Sue Ann's body.

"OH!"

"C'mon, tell me, my pretty," Adele said trying her best to coax it out of the girl.

"You don't need any details," Sue Ann said weakly protesting. But the more experienced woman would have none of that, and slowly, inexorably, began to grind her pelvis against Sue Ann's. 

The girl stopped her by gripping her hips. This part was almost too familiar. Sue Ann had certainly experienced that delicious pressure against her pussy -- but not with a woman. What felt different was the amount of pressure, the absence of a hardon, really. The feeling was: unimaginable, indescribable, and phenomenal.

Adele maneuvered a finger between them; ran her index finger along the younger girl's panty covered slit. 

"OH!"

"Like it?"

"Um . . . yeah, sorta," Sue Ann answered, slurring her words as if she had had too many drinks. But Adele knew it was not alcohol, but lust that had caused her to slur her words.

"Want me to finger you, girl?"

"Um . . . yeah," Sue Ann groaned.

"Only if you tell me," Adele said, unsympathetically, now sure of herself and the power she held over Sue Ann.

"All right, all right, I ... I was at a party, um, my senior year of high school. There was this dark haired girl ... I think she was from Lebanon. She had this dark skin and jet black hair ...."

Adele knew that Sue Ann was describing her, and did nothing to dissuade her story.

Sue Ann continued, "Her breasts were something else. Well, I thought so at the time. My tits were yet to develop. Actually, hers were a little smaller than what I think yours are."

Adele gently caressed the outer folds of Sue Ann's pussy. Sue Ann groaned, "Oh, sweet Jesus!"

"Keep going, and so will I," Adele whispered, wantonly.

"Um," Sue Ann said, "Yeah, okay. Well, the girls at the party - I later learned were a mix, half straight, half bi. Somehow, it worked out that we were all kissing one another. 

Some girls ... me among them ... thought it was a kind of practice for our boyfriends. Turns out the lesbians were kissing us straight girls to show us how it felt to kiss another woman, and to recruit us."

"What?" Adele sputtered.

"Just kidding," she shrugged. "That last bit, just kidding, I love what you're doing, please don't stop," Sue Ann cried out beseechingly.

"Go on then," Adele told her, and then pulled her panties to the side, and sent a finger into Sue Ann's very moist cunt.

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"Okay, we kissed," Sue Ann said. "I gotta admit it, I liked it. But we were interrupted when a couple of guys showed up. The straight girls were ecstatic, except for me, that is." 

"Anyway, nothing much happened for a while. I mean, the party petered out and finally there was just the three of us left. Um, there was this guy Evan, who was trying to get into my pants, and um, Cleo, who had been kissing me about three times as much as any of the other girls. So, um, let's see, err, Evan was sitting in a chair, I was on the floor, seated between his legs, and Cleo was sitting cross-legged in front of me."

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Adele looked up, and saw that Sue Ann's eyes were closed as she recalled the night in question. She moved up, and leaning on the girl's breasts, kissed her passionately on the lips. The two swapped spit for a while, and then Adele sucked eagerly on each of Sue Ann's tits, while lightly fingering the younger girl's pussy.

After sating herself on Sue Ann's tits, Adele gently coaxed the girl into returning to her story.

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"Um, yeah," Sue Ann said, "well, Evan kissed me a couple times, I remember that. And he had this thing about playing with my hair. I really liked that. I also recall how comfortable I felt. So comfortable, in fact, that I didn't object at all when Cleo replaced him when he'd finished kissing me. I found myself getting hornier than I'd ever been in my life. I mean, here I was with both a man and a woman lusting after me."

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"It must have been very exciting," Adele told her a split second before sending a second finger into Sue Ann's rapidly pulsing pussy.

"Oh, shit ... that's lovely!" Sue Ann whimpered softly, and sent her left hand down to tease her clit while Adele increased the tempo of her finger-fucking.

"Want me to stop?" Adele asked genially.

"No . . . no! Don't . . . don't stop."

"Then keep talking."

"So ... so I think what happened next was um, Cleo ... yeah, Cleo unbuttoned my blouse and un-hooked my bra. Evan helped her remove them and I was left bare-chested."

"What happened next?" Adele asked quietly, and then placed a kiss on Sue Ann's moistened cuntal lips.




Prankster Ch. 04



"Jesus!" the girl moaned.

"You were saying?" Adele prompted.

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"Um, yeah, err, well, I remember Evan kissing Cleo, and feeling kinda left out. I had enjoyed the hell outta them both playing with my tits.

"So when Cleo took out a tit . . . and I should tell you that she had these huge, dark, Mediterranean nipples. They were larger than any I had ever seen, and I went right for one of them, and began sucking away on her. Evan was nursing on the other one. I don't know how long he waited to do it, but anyway, I kept at it until Cleo told us to switch, which we did." ________________________________________

Sue Ann paused, her mouth opened, and her tongue darted out trying to wet her dry lips.

"What do you think about you being with another woman?" Adele asked, as she lightly brushed Sue Ann's fingertips over her nipple.

Sue Ann shuddered and met Adele's eyes. "I like it. I really like it."

"I know," Adele croaked, and lightly kissed Sue Ann's cheek, then once more moved her lips to Sue Ann's, causing the girl to move her face away, but just a fraction of a second later, she turned her face back, dug her fingers into Adele's hair, pressed her lips against the older woman's, and gave her a long firm kiss. 

At first her hands stayed in Adele's hair but when Adele leaned over her, she pulled her closer, and wrapped her arms around her back. 

Sue Ann folded her arms around Adele's neck, and the kiss became even more passionate. And then Adele began to undulate against Sue Ann, her body a fleshy, swaying reed. 

Sue Ann thought herself a puddle at first, and then decided she was so wet down there she might as well consider herself a lake. She held Adele's hips as she rode her, opening her legs, then wrapping them around Adele's, making a deeper connection of their clits.

Sue Ann moaned as she felt her clit thrumming. With all of her weight on Sue Ann now, Adele descended upon the girl's breasts with her hands, returned to her mouth with her serpentine tongue, that unbelievable tongue, as Sue Ann would later describe it. At the same time, she squeezed the girl's nipples; and lashed at her tongue with her own. 

The waves inside Sue Ann were dizzying, and she couldn't even think of resisting any longer; but began bucking against Adele's mound as their tongues stabbed into one another's mouths. Sue Ann came; wave after billowing wave. 

Adele hung on, as she bucked and flailed, having lost all sense of control over her limbs and soul to the pleasure, the utter abandon, of the moment.

When Sue Ann calmed down, Adele stripped the remaining clothing from her body and went down on her, the steamy heat of her tongue bringing another climax in under a minute.

Adele kissed Sue Ann back into the real world, then inquired wantonly, "Did you get a little taste of yourself?"

Sue Ann swallowed, and her mouth opened slightly. "Yes," she replied shyly.

Adele's hand reached out, found Sue Ann's neck, and her fingers nestled in Sue Ann's hair. The girl stared at Adele, a mix of hesitation and excitement painted over her face as they kissed again. 

When they broke the kiss, they were both panting, their eyes a bit damp, and Sue Ann reached up to Adele's mouth and caressed her lips. "Ready for more?"

Eagerly, Sue Ann nodded her agreement, and as she spread her legs, Adele said. "I want you to keep talking. If you stop, I stop. Understand?" 

"Yeah, I stop talking, you stop eating me, right."

Sue Ann gave a wan grin as Adele hefted her legs up onto her shoulders, and then buried her face in Sue Ann's cunt.

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"So I . . . so I," Sue Ann stammered, thrown off by the lovely sensations of Adele's mouth and tongue burrowing into her. "Cleo started kissing me and I felt myself melting in her arms. I wasn't aware that Evan was removing the rest of my clothing, and I guess I wouldn't have much cared if I did.

"My next conscious thought was that we were all naked. I found that odd, since only seconds before, or so it seemed we were only partially nude. 

Anyway, Cleo guided my hand to her pussy. Evan had this enormous erection, and while I normally would have taken it and shoved it into my twat, I didn't even think about it. It seemed enough to just be aware it was there, waiting for me. I felt so sluttish, I mean my pussy must have been slushy with my juices . . . I was almost coming, I was so hot.

"I mean . . ." Sue Ann said, "I wasn't sure I could go down on a girl, and was half hoping she wouldn't make me. " ________________________________________

"Did she?" Adele asked, pausing in her cunnilingus.

"She didn't. I heard her say, 'Touch me, honey, give me your hand.' "

"Oh, God!" Adele exclaimed, having become overly excited from Sue Ann's graphic description of her first encounter with another woman.

"Wha . . . what?" Sue Ann gasped, alarmed at the loss of Adele's mouth on her privates.

Nevertheless, Sue Ann kept rocking her hips, and caressing her clit in as wanton a manner as Adele had ever seen. Adele soon returned to Sue Ann's cunt and resumed her tantalizing licks and sucks. Sue Ann's breathing, already ragged from the sensations of Adele's mouth and tongue, became more shallow and uneven as Adele continued licking and sucking on her, and soon Sue Ann was emitting small moans with each breath exhaled. But she remembered to keep talking. ________________________________________

"We kissed again. No . . . it was a three-way kiss. Evan and Cleo were both tonguing me. It was wild, and I almost came from it. I remember grabbing one of Cleo's hands and bringing it to my belly, then dragging it to my crotch. 

I humped her hand when she squeezed me there, and then Evan was pinching my nipples, one after the other, and I came."

"But they kept at me. The three-way kiss went on and on, only now Cleo's fingers were fucking me. Somewhere along the way I opened my eyes and saw Evan jerking himself off as he kissed us."

"Don't you love it when he jerks off?" Cleo asked, taunting me.

"Yeah," I replied as her fingers intensified their battering of my pussy.

"Or maybe you want some of his cock right now. Do you?"

I hesitated, and she laughed, and said, "Don't worry, I'm going to fuck you now."

"I guess you are," I conceded. "You sure know what buttons to press, don't you?"

"Yeah," Cleo laughed, "I know what buttons to kiss."

Cleo's face hovered inches from my pussy, and then she bent down again and nibbled my pussy. "And nibble," Cleo said, then stuck out her tongue and licked at the top of my slit. "And lick... if that's what you mean?" she answered, with a mischievous smile. 

"'Evan,' I called out, 'Why don't you kiss Cleo and let me watch?'

"'Yeah,' Evan replied, 'let me fuck you a little, Cleo.'

"'Now?' Cleo rasped, after tearing her mouth from my pussy.

"Then reconsidering the situation, Cleo said, 'All right, all right.' 

"Evan wasted no time. As if it were choreographed, he stepped behind Cleo and held her hips with his hands while I teased her already erect nipples. Cleo responded with a throaty groan as I took one in my mouth and bit down on it. Evan was teasing her swollen clit with his thumb, whispering her name over and over.

"'Cleo, Cleo, Cleo,' he whispered. 

"I slipped my hand down his lean belly until I found his rock hard cock and rubbed the tip against Cleo's quivering slit. "'Put it in me,' she croaked.

"'Which hole?' I asked teasingly.

"'My ass, stupid!' was her tart reply, and I quickly located her asshole and steered his cock against it. Evan did the rest, hunching over and driving his erection about two inches into her anus.

"I tickled his balls as he continued his difficult penetration. At least I thought it was difficult, imagining that he was ramming that monster into my little virgin ass. What I didn't know was that Cleo favored anal sex over normal sex. She had a fear of becoming pregnant, you know? So it wasn't really as difficult accepting him as I had thought.

"Then Evan was in her to the hilt. I was incredulous at this, not for a moment having thought it possible. Evan must have been at least six or seven inches in length and fairly thick, especially in the middle of his shaft." ________________________________________ 

"So you didn't really get eaten out by this Cleo, did you?" Adele stated firmly. Sue Ann detected some satisfaction in her tone, and merely nodded her agreement. 

"So I am your first woman then," she said, with what had to be smug satisfaction, as she reached for Sue Ann and pulled her close to kiss her once again.

After the kiss, Adele pushed two of her fingers into her mouth wetting them, and while Sue Ann looked on, she traced her fingertips along Sue Ann's slit until they rested against her opening. 

Adele stopped and looked into Sue Ann's eyes. Sue Ann moaned, and pushed her hips at the fingers, but Adele held them back, inches from entering the younger woman. After a little while Adele had mercy on her, and sent the fingers into her pussy. Sue Ann gasped, and threw her head back, already well on the way to yet another climax. And when Adele closed her mouth over her clit, she whimpered with elated bliss. Her hands were fluttering around over Adele's hair, unable to determine what to do or where to rest, while her jaws were clenched together and her back arched from the influence of Adele's flicking tongue and pumping fingers. 

"Do you like getting your pussy licked?" Adele asked.

"Mmmm," Sue Ann moaned and humped her hips in small circles against Adele's mouth and fingers, breathing rapidly and shallowly.

"Oh, God," Sue Ann moaned, as Adele passionately lapped at her wet folds. "Oh, my God," she croaked, pulling Adele even closer, and both girls started making sounds. Sue Ann emitting small whimpers of ecstasy between deep fast breaths, and Adele moaning with another type of pleasure, that of someone who was tasting a rare delicacy.

Sue Ann groaned, and started caressing her own breasts, closing her eyes once again. Adele reached both her hands up to Sue Ann's breasts; her face still buried between her thighs, and caressed and cupped the tops of the girl's hands and stiffened nipples. She moved her mouth away and looked up at Sue Ann.

"Want more?" she asked, but Sue Ann simply grabbed her hair and pulled her back. "Don't stop!" she grunted, and Adele continued licking her.

Sue Ann's breathing grew more rapid until drawing a deep breath, she held it while her body tensed, and pushed her hips into the air. Then with a sharp cry, she exhaled and fell back down on the floor. Her eyes opened, and she stared straight up at the ceiling.

"Make me . . ." Sue Ann gasped, but stopped with yet another whine before she ended the sentence --- interrupted by another jolt of pleasure from Adele's insistent tonguing.

"Oh, Adele, Adele, Adele," Sue Ann moaned, as she climaxed yet once more, and collapsed in Adele's arms.

"Oh, God, Adele," she whimpered. "I'm . . ." 

"Worn out?" Adele said, finishing the sentence for her.

"Yeah," Sue Ann answered after a long silence. "But you still have to do me," Adele said with an evil smile.

"I do?"

"We're not getting married, Sue Ann. But, yes, you do have to eat me until I come too."

Not unkindly, Adele took Sue Ann's hand and brought it down to her pussy. She didn't want to make Sue Ann do more than she was comfortable with, but she did want to come. Sue Ann moved her fingers over the hairy bush above Adele's cunt, and stroked her pussy. It was hot, soft and wet. But Sue Ann found it wonderful to the touch. Groping blindly, she found Adele's clit, and gently massaged the nub. 

"Ooooh, yeah, Sue Ann," Adele moaned. "That's the way! That's the way! Make me come!"

Sue Ann stepped up her pace, and began rubbing Adele's pussy in earnest, while sucking and kneading her breasts. 

It didn't take long before Adele was really responding. Sue Ann sent a finger about two inches into the older woman's slit, and was promptly rewarded with a gush of lubricant, and Adele gasped with pleasure. 

As Sue Ann edged the finger out, she brought it to bear on Adele's clit, teasing it unmercifully, as the older woman had done to her earlier. Her mouth dipped and she began to suck on Adele's labia, gradually sending her tongue darting into the still gushing juices of her pussy.

All this activity sent Adele over the edge, and as Sue Ann's index finger plunged back and forth from her vagina, she came with a great gasp, her cuntal muscles pinching Sue Ann's finger. Sue Ann kept her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy until Adele came down from her orgasm.

Only then did she withdraw her finger and sit back on her heels. She was overly conscious of the warm wetness on her hand, and she rubbed her fingers together.

Adele took Sue Ann's hand in hers and smiled up at her. "That was wonderful, honey. Thanks," she said gratefully.

"I liked it, too," Sue Ann said.

"We better get dressed. People will be wondering what the hell we're up to in here, and we don't want them figuring it out, do we?"

"No," Sue Ann responded as she wriggled into her jeans and pulled on her T-shirt.

Adele took more time with her appearance, ensuring that she looked just as she had before entering her office and locking the door. Satisfied with her own appearance, she gave Sue Ann a casual inspection and patted her rump by way of dismissal.

"Will you come around my place tonight?" she asked the girl.

"If you want," Sue Ann replied.

"I want," Adele said with a smile. "I want a lot more . . . don't you?"

"I surely do," Sue Ann said, feeling giddy and totally satisfied.

"I got some toys to show you, too," Adele said, and ushered the girl out of her office, saying for all to hear, "Now you take today off, but come in tomorrow, regular time. We'll work out the details then, hear?"

Sue Ann nodded, and made a quick exit.

Adele resumed her work with no one the wiser.



Prankster Ch. 05



Pruett had parked the van on Ocean Drive, and was sitting there watching the girls sauntering by. Tony was buying a twelve pack of Budweiser. Pruett noted that every girl passing by eyed the Girls Gone Wild logo on the side of the van.

He stepped out and stood by the passenger side door smiling at them. The first two girls passing by just giggled, and kept walking. 

The next, a group of five stopped, and began bantering with him, feeling secure in their greater number. Pruett offered them T-shirts to show their tits, but they just laughed at him, and declined. Eventually they began giggling inanely among themselves, for none of them was bold enough to take him up on his offer. 

Tony came out of the grocery carrying a twelve pack, got into the van, and opened a can, drinking deeply.

"Want one?" he asked Pruett.

"In a minute," Pruett answered. "Let me try these two coming our way first."

The girls in question were two blondes from a South Carolina High School. They had wandered off in search of a mid-afternoon adventure, and realized that in the Girls Gone Wild van they may just have found it.

"Is this really that van?" The taller blonde asked. She was probably five nine; her friend shorter, perhaps five four or five foot five at the most.

"You mean the Girls Gone Wild bus?" Pruett asked in turn.

"Um, yeah, I guess," the taller one said. 

"It is," he replied. "In fact," he turned to look to his left, and then to his right, as if someone might be listening to his spiel. "In fact," he repeated, "I'll give you a T-shirt right now if you show me your tits."

Both girls giggled, but stood in place, making no effort to leave. Tony had hoisted the video camera to his shoulder and was filming the girls from inside the van. Both wore cut off jeans, the shorter one wore a boy's shirt, the taller a tank top. 

"Hey," said the shorter of the girls, "is that there a camera?"

Pruett looked over his shoulder, saw Tony shooting away. "Yes, it is," he said, and then barked, "Hey now, I've got genuine GGW Tee's right c'here!" he told them, dangling them in front of the two blondes, miraculously missing the taller one's tits by a millimeter as he did.

The shorter blonde suddenly began unbuttoning her shirt then pulled it open exposing two pert mounds capped with strawberry tipped nipples.

"I want the red one," she cried out, before slowly lowering her shirt.

Pruett handed her a red T-shirt, and turned to the taller blonde who was slightly better endowed in the breast department.

"And how 'bout you, pretty lady?"

The "pretty lady" seemed to convince her, and she slowly pulled her tank top up, her doe-like eyes appeared to widen as her breasts came into view.

"Gimme a white one," she said breathlessly, leaving her solid, 34-C sized breasts bare for the moment.

Pruett quickly handed her a white T-shirt, adding, "I'll give you any two additional shirts you want for a bush shot."

Slowly covering her chest, the taller blonde grimaced, and said with what sounded like finality, "Hell, no. Never happen!"

The other girl nodded her head, and then followed, saying, "No fucking way!"

Tony kept the camera focused on both girls. Pruett smiled evilly, and said, "Last chance, girls, one for you, and maybe one for a friend."

The shorter blonde shifted her feet, then squinted, thereby revealing her need for eyeglasses, or contacts, and said, "Any one's we want?"

"Yup," Pruett replied, "anyone's you want."

"Large sized?"

"Large sized or even extra large, you want."

"One of each," the taller girl said quickly, and both girls began unbuttoning their short, short jeans.

"Um, best get into the van for this," Tony told the girls, who quickly climbed into the van, and while Tony kept the camera on them, they shimmied out of the tight fitting, short jeans.

Neither girl wore any underwear. The shorter one was clean-shaven, the taller one had a thick blonde bush that had Tony wondering if she had dyed it. 

"Okay, now," Pruett said as he casually ran a hand along the shorter blonde's calf. "What are your names, and can we see some ID, um, you know, for the record."

The taller girl said, "I'm Heather. Then, fishing around in her small purse, she produced a driver's license that gave her age as nineteen.

"I'm Kristy," the shorter blonde told them. "Um, I'm not carrying any ID with me. But I'm eighteen and a half."

"Gee, I'm sorry, Kristy, but I really do need to see some form of ID," Tony said solemnly. 

"Oh, I can vouch for Kristy," Heather said. "I'm six months older than she is."

"Good enough for me," Pruett said, not realizing that he might live to regret saying it later on. Tony shook his head, mentally castigating his buddy, but held his tongue.

"All right then Kristy, Heather, are you ready to become famous?"

"Like in a video?" Heather asked.

"Like in a Girls Gone Wild video, yes," Pruett answered.

"Oh, wow!" Heather cried out happily.

"Just put your clothes on the back of the seat there," Tony said, pointing to the back of the driver's seat.

"Y'all seen any of the GGW videos?" Pruett asked as he poured some tonic mix into paper cups and added a generous amount of gin, swirled each cup around and handed each girl one.

"No, but I heard about them," Kristy said, accepting her gin and tonic.

"Me too!" Heather chimed in. "Girl's kissing and stuff like that," and then she reached for her drink and took a huge gulp.

"Know what stuff like that means, sweetheart?" Tony asked gingerly.

"Yeah, sure," Heather replied gaily as she wiped her mouth on her arm. "Giving head, and fucking too, right?"

"That about sums it up," Tony conceded, and both girls nodded eagerly. Kristy knocked off her drink then examined the empty cup for a second before tossing it into the corner of the van.

"All righty, then," Pruett said rubbing his hands brusquely, "Kristy, why don't you lay down on the air mattress and open your legs. Heather, um, after you finish your drink could you kinda put yourself between Kristy's legs, and slowly lean forward and give her a French kiss. Kristy, we want to see both your tongues, so please stick yours out too."

"Gawd, I still can't believe that I'm doing this," Heather sighed, but pushed her breasts out dramatically. 

"Hey," Pruett told her sternly, "t-shirts like this don't come often."

"T-shirts!" Heather snorted, "I'm about to be lesbo'd by my best friend; and videoed doing it . . . for a God-dammed t-shirt?"

"Some do it for far less," he told her, and turned away to see if Tony was ready to shoot.

"Really?" she said, as if not comprehending what she was about to do. Heather giggled, then finished off her gin and tonic. 

After setting the camera up, Tony popped in front of it and, with a smarmy smile, said, "Hi, there, Spring Break fans everywhere. This is Tony with yet another Girls Gone Wild, or at least, soon to go wild. He pointed to Kristy out of camera range and asked, "And what's your name, darlin'?"

"Kristy, Tony," she replied, and waved at the camera with just her fingers, then added, "Hi, guys," and blew a kiss at the camera lens.

Seemingly relaxed and quite comfortable in front of the camera, she dropped her hand down to Heather's calf, and began kneading a spot behind her knee. The camera stayed with her hand in close up. Pruett grabbed the second, smaller camera, and focused on both girls from a respectable distance.

"Ever made it with a girl?" Tony asked.

"No," Kristy said, and bit her lip. She was lying, and they all knew it. But anyone watching the film later wouldn't know it.

Heather gave her a wink and a smile, and said, "But do you wanna play with me, Kristy?"

"Me and you?" Kristy asked innocently as she nodded her head, "Like, cool!"

Kristy turned to face the camera. Leaning back, she sank down onto the air mattress. Her hips rotated in time with the beat from the van's radio. She closed her eyes, and bit her lower lip with her pearl white teeth. A soft moan escaped her lips as Heather pressed the palm of her left hand into Kristy's crotch.

Heather leaned down to the closest of Kristy's brown nipples and took it between her teeth. From her moan, Tony guessed that Kristy enjoyed the little love nip. Heather continued sucking on the swollen bud, and lowered her hands to the other's waist.

"Turn'er around," Pruett croaked hoarsely. 

Heather, not knowing which of them he was speaking to, turned because she was the only one standing, or close to standing. Her rear now faced Pruett's camera lens.

"Hey, Kristy," Pruett called out in what he thought was a director's voice, but was anything but. "Give old Heather a good lick between the legs, would'ja?"

Tony knelt down on one knee, the camera held steady on his shoulder as Kristy tried to follow Pruett's suggestion. She shuffled forward on her ass until extremely close to Heather's pussy, and then flicked her tongue out to touch Heather's clit, semi-hidden in her bush. Heather moaned, and at the same time, Kristy grabbed Heather's ass cheeks, caressing them with her fingertips. 

Pruett grabbed his erection and tried to adjust it to alleviate the discomfort it was causing him, found that it brought no relief, and then took it out, letting it jut out in plain view. Tony zoomed in on Kristy as she spent the next minute or so slowly licking up and down the crease of Heather's outer labia. Heather was panting in expectation of future exciting things, when, with both camera's tightly focused on her face Kristy slowly wet her index finger by sliding it into her mouth. 

After covering it with saliva, she brought the finger to the panting girl's cuntal slit, then half turned to Tony and his camera. She licked her lower lip, and spoke directly into the lens: "God, guys, she's even tighter than I hoped she'd be!"

She placed a little more pressure on the finger, and with a sudden movement, it broke through the barrier of Heather's inner lips, sliding partially into Heather's cunt before Kristy called a halt to her progress, pulling her finger completely out of Heather's cunt, and bringing it to her own mouth and tasting Heather's flavor.

"Um, nice," she cooed.

A shocked expression passed over Heather's face, but a smile soon replaced it. She looked down at her girlfriend and said, "Why don't you ask Tony what he thinks?"

Kristy giggled inanely, and reinserted the finger into Heather's cunt again; brought it out, and tendered it to Tony, who shut his camera off and waited for Pruett to signal that he had them covered. 

Opening his mouth as he knelt next to Kristy, he tasted Heather's pungent flavor the second the finger touched his tongue.

"Might need some Paprika," he said off-handedly, and both girls doubled over laughing. Heather saw Pruett's dangling dick and made for it, giving it a light slap. 

Pruett almost dropped the camera, but managed to recover in time.

Finding the entire situation ludicrous, Tony resumed filming the two girls, who were not doing anything very sexual at the moment.

"Can we get going again, ladies?" he asked not unkindly. Both girls sobered somewhat, and Kristy tugged at Heather until she lay down beside her on the air mattress. Kristy spread Heather's legs, and kneeling between them, began to nuzzle the other girl's bush. Tony's lens had a clear view of her tongue snaking its way into Heather's cunt as Kristy's fingers parted the hair surrounding Heather's thick, outer labia, paving the way for her tongue.

Pruett showed some unusual initiative, for him, in moving around to the other side of the girls. Now the cameras were recording the girls from two very different perspectives. Later Tony would be startled to find that Pruett had shot a close-up of Kristy's puckering asshole as it opened and closed while she performed cunnilingus on Heather. Tony gradually moved his camera up Heather's body until focusing on her face and the varied expressions it bore as Kristy's tongue and fingers worked her over.

Kristy looked up at Pruett's camera and winked. Then she sought out Heather's engorged clit, and taking it between her lips, worried it while Heather gasped with pleasure. 

Pruett, becoming more of an expert cameraman every minute, zoomed in for what turned out to be a tremendous shot of her licking along the hood that had only seconds before hidden the very swollen pleasure bud.

Heather's hands were in Kristy's hair, pulling her face tighter into her crotch. Tony dropped to his knees alongside the two girls and caught a magnificent shot of Kristy tongue-fucking Heather.

"Oh, baby," Heather moaned. "I'm getting there . . . ."

Kristy paused about then and picked several pubic hairs from her mouth. She noticed Tony and waved at him, and then took her other hand away from her mouth exposing a thoughtful frown.

Flicking the last hair away, she went back to licking and sucking Heather, accidentally tapping Tony on the leg with her elbow. He adjusted the aim of the camera back to Kristy's face, and then panned the camera up to Heather's face, capturing her with her head thrown back.

Pruett said, "So, Kristy, you say you've never licked a girl before?"

Turning her face away from Heather, she looked directly into his camera and with a slight stutter said, "N . . . No, never."

Heather went into a mini-convulsion as she climaxed and sank back onto the air mattress and closed her eyes.

"That was a good scene," Tony said.

Pruett nodded in agreement, and with his hardon still jerking this way and then that, he asked Heather, "Would you like to return the favor?"

Heather turned her glazed eyes in the rough direction of his voice, and with a blank expression, nodded weakly. 

Kristy looked at the two men, taking in Pruett's erection and the bulge in Tony's slacks. "You guys can fuck us, or we can do each other in a sixty-nine."

Putting his camera down, Pruett started to opt for the fucking, but Tony, thinking of the film potential, spoke quickly, saying, "Sixty-nine it is."

Kristy fingered herself for several seconds, stopping only when Tony aimed the camera at her. Then, squatting over Heather's face, she leaned forward into Heather's crotch, and lowered her face down into Heather's pussy.

"Just do what I do, Heather," she said softly, knowing the other girl had never attempted cunnilingus before.

"It's her first time," Kristy told the two men as they filmed her actions. 

"Watch this, dudes!" Pruett exulted, "We got Heather here 'bout to munch carpet for the first time."

"Shut up, Pru," Tony snarled as Heather buried her face in Kristy's cunt. 

Kristy gasped in surprise, having thought she would have to bring her girlfriend close to another climax before she'd respond in kind.

But Heather was wasting no time in becoming the aggressor in this love match. Swirling the tip of her tongue around Kristy's clit, she forced another pleasurable moan from the more experienced girl who had to concentrate all her efforts just to renew her own licking and sucking.

Soon both girls were grinding their pussies against each other's face -- Heather found herself reveling in the feel of Kristy's hot, wet flesh against her mouth and tongue, and promised herself that she would try this again and again with Kristy and some other girl who might be willing to try it with her.

When Kristy applied a given tactic on her, Heather immediately did the same to her. 

Soon both girls were trembling with excitement, and Heather went rigid a split second before Kristy, then both girls were cumming.

Heather kept her mouth on Kristy's clit, using an iron will as her own body surrendered to the voluminous pleasures brought on by Kristy's talented tongue. After no more than ten seconds of this, Kristy's legs started to spasm, and in slow motion she crumpled into a fetal position, and rolled off and away from Heather's relentless mouth. 

But Heather did not allow her to escape, and as the cameras rolled on capturing every action of the girls, Heather recaptured Kristy's clit, sucking it between her lips and swirling her tongue around and around upon it.

Seconds later, Kristy was begging her to stop. Tony zoomed in, capturing her lips sealed tightly upon Kristy's clit. Two gasping breaths later, Kristy was pleading with Heather to: "Get me off! Just a little harder! Just a little longer!"

Heather continued eating her friend out until Kristy lay inert and sobbing on the air mattress. With both cameras focused on her she crawled over her friend and hugged her lovingly, and as Kristy returned from her visit to the clouds, Heather asked if she'd done it right.

Tony yelled, "Perfect! Just the fuckin' perfect thing to say!" and shut his camera off.

Pruett kept filming, 

Barely able to talk, Kristy managed to croak, "God, yes!" and rolled over on her side, hugging herself protectively. 

"Pruett . . ." Tony said, and when Pruett looked at him, he signaled Pruett to turn his camera off.

Pruett did so, and lay the camera down as Heather crawled on her knees to Pruett and looked longingly at his stiff shaft. To her mind it was incredibly enticing. She reached out and caressed it with her right hand. Pruett moaned with anticipatory pleasure. Tony grabbed his camera and started to film them as his own erection reached an almost intolerable size in his slacks.

Heather moaned as her fingers gripping his member slid a millimeter as they failed to find a firm purchase on the copious coating of precum covering the underside of his cock. With an eagerness that surprised her, Heather smeared the slick fluid around until his entire cockhead was glossy with the seeping fluid.

Tony carefully framed the couple in his viewfinder so that he would capture her mouth descending upon Pruett's cock. And it did so, following a gentle kiss, with the tip of her tongue dabbing at the seepage from his one-eyed monster even as she slowly jerked him off.

When Pruett moaned again, Heather discovered that she couldn't hold back any longer and took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirled her tongue around and under the head, reveling in the slightly salty taste of his excitement-generated fluids.

With the fingers of her right hand holding his manhood at its base, Heather sank down upon him as well as the most talented whore might be capable of doing, and after taking a deep breath, took even more of him into her throat, so that she now felt the soft flesh of his cock-head at the back of her throat.

Suddenly Heather was conscious of Kristy's presence beside her, giving her advice that Heather thought was unnecessary, but appreciating the thought all the same.

"Relax your throat, Heather, sweetie, pretend to swallow. You won't gag then."

Heather wanted to laugh. She had him all the way down her throat, his balls were resting against her chin and she was not gagging, had not even come close to gagging. But what Heather had not expected was for Pruett to extract himself from between her lips. 

"Sorry, honey," he said, "but I'd love for you to just lick my dick . . . you know, along the shaft?"

Heather was happy to oblige, but was still puzzled. 'Didn't guys love to be deep-throated?' she asked herself.

And then she realized what he was up to. As she was licking the length of him, Pruett had lined the head of his cock with Kristy's pussy. "Oh, yes! That's it sweetie. Now put me into Kristy." 

Whether she did or not, neither guy ever discovered. Suffice to say, he found himself immersed in Kristy's hot cunt and began fucking her using long, slow strokes as Tony followed the new twosome with the camera. 

Kristy answered each slow thrust with a high-pitched squeak, while Heather sat back on her haunches and watched enviously. But when Pruett positioned Kristy on all fours, and got behind her and increased the tempo of his fucking as he forged full-length into her foaming cunt, Heather's mouth moved in to join the fucking duo, making it a trio. 




Prankster Ch. 05



To accomplish this, Heather's tongue flickered briefly on Kristy's exposed clit, and then licked Pruett's shaft as it emerged from her friend cunt on the out stroke. Eventually his cock popped from Kristy's pussy and Heather took hold of it and promptly steered it into her mouth.

Tony dropped to his knees to get a better angle of what was transpiring, and discovered that Kristy was trying to extract his dick from his slacks. But he managed to catch her attention without speaking, and silently urged her to eat Heather out while she blew Pruett.

But Tony was in for another surprise from these youngsters. Heather, noting Kristy moving up on her, tendered Pruett's cock to her mouth. 

Moments later, both girls were sucking on Pruett's cock. Alternating sucks, then joining and cramming him into both mouths at the same time. Teasing and then sucking his balls either singly or in tandem, and then when Heather worked her index finger into his ass, Pruett came a gusher, spewing his ejaculate over the entire faces of both girls.

And the camera captured every moment of it all. As he shut down the camera, Tony knew they had an erotic masterpiece.

A moment later, both girls pounced on him. He wound up on his back with Heather astride him and Kristy squatting over his face. He brought both of them off, and they switched positions. By the time Tony blasted off, the girls had come several more times. Tony would later learn that Pruett had watched idly, not bothering to catch any of that performance on his camera.

At the moment he found himself hating Pruett. But later he would all too happy he was not caught on camera.

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After dropping Heather and Kristy off, Tony and Pruett decided to split up and look for another cameraman to help them film all the sexual activities they required to complete their video of Girls Gone Wild, 2010. 

Pruett said he knew of a guy, in the adjacent town, who might work out. Tony had another guy in mind, but hadn't seen him in over a year, and he started out by hitting some places he had had drinks with him, hoping to find him that way.

Pruett took the van while Tony borrowed a beat-up Dodge pickup from Garth, one of the bartenders at Hobie's Bar, leaving a cloud of oil in his wake.

Tony was looking for a former colleague named Barely Black, so named because of his father's warped sense of humor. Harvey Black, on seeing his albino son for the first time at the local hospital, insisted on naming him Barely, because he was in fact, barely black. His hair was straight, and not kinky, and only his lips betrayed the fact that he was Afro-American. 

Tony drove into the black section of town and parked in a lot across the street from Chug -- Chug's Bar and Grill. 

He walked in and found himself in an almost pitch black interior. Only the neon Keystone Beer sign threw any light on the bar itself, and until his eyes got used to the darkness, Tony might as well have been blind.

"Whut you gonna have?" a gravelly voice asked from the darkness.

"Um, gimme a Keystone, I guess," Tony replied, his eyes just beginning to adjust to the dim lighting.

The bartender was a giant of a man, with an eye patch covering his long-missing left eye. He reached down into a cooler and brought out an ice-covered bottle of Keystone, and slapped it on the bar in front of Tony.

"Two dollah," the huge black man told Tony.

"I'm looking for a friend of mine," Tony said, handing him a five.

The bartender ignored him, turning to ring up the sale and then back again, slapping three singles on the bar next to Tony's beer.

"I said . . ." Tony began.

"I heard you," the bartender growled. "Ain't nobody by that name ever come in here."

"But I never gave you his name," Tony protested.

"Drink the fuckin' beer and git," the bartender snarled and gave him a menacing look.

"I'm not the law," Tony said.

"Don't give a fuck who you are. This ain't an information booth."

Tony took a swallow of his beer, set the bottle down lightly on the bar, and walked out into the blazing sunlight.

Not having the slightest idea where Barely Black lived, he began entering each business along the street. At the fourth shop he got his first lead.

"You mean that albino, the funny name?" an elderly woman asked.

"Yes," Tony said, excitedly. "Barely Black is his name. He's a . . ."

He got no further, for the woman was waving her skinny arm in his face. "He live on dat street over dere," she told him, pointing across the street. "Five door down, maybe second, third floor. I'm not sure, dat," she said.

"Thank you very much," he told her, and gave her his winningest smile, which was very well received. Then he started across the street, counting each building as he passed by.

Barely lived on the second floor, and to Tony's surprise, he was home, and called down to Tony, telling him to, "Come on up."

Tony scampered up the two flights of stairs, and huffing hard, knocked on the door.

"S'open!" Barely yelled out. Tony carefully stepped inside, and to his amazement, found Barely with his leg in a cast that went from ankle to hip.

"Hi, man," he said in greeting. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I'll tell you what happened to the damn fool," said a gorgeous black female, who stepped into the room from what must have been the bedroom.

"Oh, Tony," Barely said, "let me introduce you two. Essence, this is my good friend, Tony. We went to high school together. Tony, this is Essence D'Kunze, the love of my life."

"Hi, pleased to meet you," Tony said, looking Barely's sultry girlfriend over, and doing his best not to laugh. This couple had by far the weirdest names of anyone he'd ever met.

"Likewise," she said, looking him over as well. "Now what happened to this idiot was that . . ."

Barely interrupted her. "I was at a party . . . without Essence. I will regret that to my dying day," he said.

"Might be this afternoon, you don't get your act together," she said, and did not laugh, as Tony had thought she would.

"Someone slipped some shit into my drink . . ." Barely started saying.

"Could have killed him," Essence added.

"Didn't you read about me in the papers . . . or see it on the news?" Barely asked.

"I ain't had time for either of late . . . that's why I'm here."

Still talking as if Tony hadn't spoken at all, Barely rambled on.

"Like Essence said, someone drugged me good. I was at a party ... a hotel party. I think it was the penthouse. Anyway, I must have wandered out into the hall, and saw my reflection in a window at the end of the corridor."

Tony, listening closely, nodded.

"Anyway," Barely said, "I mustn't of liked what I seen, cause . . . and I don't remember this . . . it's been put together for me by several witnesses. I started running at myself. Well, the me I seen in the window; and I ran through the damn window."

"Jesus!" Tony gasped.

Essence finished the story for Barely. "Yeah, through the window and sixteen floors later he hit the ground."

"You fell sixteen floors?"

Barely grinned at Tony, "And here I is, alive and kickin'."

"Well, you ain't exactly kicking," Essence said, giving him a loving look. "He hit a canvas awning on the way down, second story, I think. Broke his fall, for sure, and his leg. But thank God he's here, the stupid albino --- bast . . ."

"Enough of that," Barely said, "Anyway, it's good to see you again, Tony. What brings you around here anyway?"

"Well, I did have a job offer for you, but seeing's how you're laid up and all, I'm guessing . . . ."

"He can use the money," Essence said, giving Barely's shoulder a sharp poke.

"Yeah, I surely can use the money," Barely said. "What do you need me to do?"

Tony thought quickly, "Still got that digital video camera?"

"Yup."

"Can you use it with the leg that way?"

"He sure can," Essence said, "I can help him carry it around, and all."

"Okay," Tony said. "Let me tell you what I'm up to, and why I need that camera."

Tony brought the couple up to date on what he and Pruett had been doing with the van. Essence thought it wonderfully funny, Barely had serious doubts. Doubts about being able to function in the van, about convincing what had to be mostly white girls to allow a black man to film them fucking one another, and so on.

"What about my brother's place?" Essence asked.

Tony said, "Your brother's place?" echoing her.

"Yeah, he's got a warehouse near that bar . . . shit, help me out here, Barely," she said.

"Um, you mean Hobie's?"

"That's it!" she said excitedly, "Hobie's Place."

Tony nodded, "Hobie's Bar, yeah, that'd be perfect. I mean we could pick the girls up anywhere, bring 'em to the warehouse and shoot all damn day and night, we have too."

"Can you guys start tomorrow?"

"Sure," Essence said. "I'll call my brother and set everything up."

"You be needing lights and all that shit, right, Tony?"

"Right, lights, and shit."

"Um, I hate to be a pest, Tony, but how much are you paying us?" Essence asked.

"I don't know," he replied. And before she could scream at him for wasting their time, he hastily added, "How's 40% after expenses?"

Skeptically, Barely asked, "Forty percent of what?" 

"Well, me and Pruett bought the van, and then there's the editing and all . . ."

Barely said, "I can help with that, especially being laid up and all," his tone a bit happier than moments earlier.

"So you're shooting an X-rated movie?" Essence said, also sounding a little mollified.

"Yeah, with average, maybe above average, looking girls. Get them to eat one another, maybe fuck 'em. Least that's the way it's gone down so far."

"They old enough, Tony?" Essence asked.

"Oh, yeah, we get their driver's license on tape before we film anything."

Barely inquired, "What . . . if you don't mind me asking, do you pay them?" 

"T-shirts," Tony said, and smiled at Essence. "Want a couple?"

She laughed at him. "I'm not gonna be in any fuck movie."

"I know, I know," Tony said. "I was just asking."

Essence wilted a little. She thought Tony cute, and was anxious to see him humping some white bitches. "I'll take three, give one to a sister I know. She'd suck a cock for it, and love being in a movie, you want her to."

The deal finalized, Tony took his leave, and got back into the Dodge pickup and was soon passing by the sandy beach filled with Spring Break students and their garbage: crushed cans of cheap beer; the condoms or bottles of Nair handed out as promotional gifts by sponsors; and orphaned beach towels, half submerged in the drifting sand as if by ash from a volcano. The smell of beer threatened to overpower the sunshine and sea brine. 

A wet T-shirt contest was starting as he accelerated past a long line of portable toilets, one of which was rocking dangerously. Tony was certain some drunken girl was getting laid with her face just above the fetid toilet seat. ________________________________________

Tony smiled and thought to himself, "Now I've seen it all." But he hadn't. Three blocks later he spotted a crowd of about forty people watching something of interest. He parked in a no-parking zone, grabbed his camera, and hurriedly worked his way to the front of the crowd.

There was a couple sitting on a park bench, maybe in their early twenties, the girl was on the boy's lap, and they were making out. In fact they were in the early stages of intense foreplay. 

Tony brought the camera to his eye and turned it on just as the boy's hand ventured up the girl's shorts and squeezed her ass. The shorts rode up high and wide, exposing a lot of flesh that was normally covered. 

The girl's hands were under his polo shirt, massaging his pectoral muscles.

Tony caught all this, but concentrated on their kissing. Professional porn stars were no match for this torrid couple. They were aggressively frenching each other, mouths open wide, licking and sucking the other's lips and tongues. The guy moved to her neck, and sucked voraciously enough so that Tony was able to record it on camera. 

He was wondering what sized hickey would result before the girl moaned. A split-second later the crowd moaned collectively and Tony knew he had a sure fire hit film, no matter what its length. He heard some other guy yell, "Get a room," and everyone all laughed at that, even the two kids. But when the crowd stopped laughing, the couple kept giggling, and looked each other in the eyes, then whispered something to each other. They were both very attractive, and when they smiled at each other, it was electric. Tony couldn't take his eyes off them. 

And so he and everyone else looking on, were stunned when the couple stood up and kicked off their shoes. The girl pulled off her tank-top, exposing a marvelously pert pair of tits, with strawberry tipped nipples. Later on, viewing the film, Tony saw that the boy had also removed his polo shirt. But at the moment, he was entranced by the girl's tits. 

Fortunately, he had the presence of mind to keep the camera focused on them. Then they both pulled down their shorts -- the girl had elastic running shorts, the guy was in denim cut-offs, neither one wore underwear.

No more than ten seconds had elapsed between the time those two kids stood, to the time they were completely naked. The girl was stunningly cute. She had a beautiful face, possibly Greek, and her long, brown hair was pulled up in one of those scrunchy things, and as she danced out of her clothing, her breasts did a wondrous jiggle.

The guy had a nice build too; in fact, both glowed with a thin layer of sweat. Then she put one hand on his shoulder, and slid the other hand up and down his cock, which was already pretty hard after the groping on the bench. He held her shoulder, and after she spread her legs apart, rimmed her clean shaven pussy lips with his free hand. 

When viewing the film later, Tony would groan aloud watching the girl's clit grow hard in a dramatic close-up.

They masturbated one another for several seconds, but seemed like an eternity to the onlookers. The boy sat down on the bench, and holding his hardon with one hand, beckoned the girl to climb on top of it with the other.

She straddled him with her knees on the bench, took the cock in her hand, aimed it at her wet hole, and slid down on it. 

A soft sigh ran through the watching crowd. One guy to Tony's left had dialed someone on his cell-phone. Tony head him exclaim, "Holy shit, you won't believe this . . ."

But Tony did believe it. What he couldn't believe was his good luck to be in the right place at the right time.

The girl's eyes were closed when her head snapped back, her free hand grabbed the boy by the back of his neck. 

"Go slower!" she told him. But she soon realized that it was impossible for him to contain himself, and so she pushed herself down on his cock faster than she might have liked. She rocked around in a tiny rapid circle, working her way down. Maybe only half-a-minute passed before her slick, sculptured ass was resting against the guy's thighs. 

"Oh, God," she cried. 

Tony felt a hand on his cock and almost dropped the camera. A fortyish red-haired woman was groping him shamelessly. He could smell her arousal, and smiled at her.

"Be my guest," he said, and resumed filming the couple, not caring if she made him cum in his pants. 'Hell,' he told himself, 'if she doesn't, the girl will.'

Another woman in the crowd had a different idea. Tony heard her calling the police. He prepared himself for an early flight, calculating his escape route even as he filmed the fornicating couple on the bench.

'Had the kids heard her?' Tony wondered and then dismissed the thought, for they seemed oblivious to everything but their marvelous fuck.

Truth be told, the girl was getting the shit fucked out of her, bouncing upon his pole like she was attached to an elastic bungee cord. When she came, everyone within a two block radius knew it. First she started breathing fast, panting like a staving dog with his food dish just out of reach. Then she tossed that sweaty throat back and howled.

Tony was about to shut the camera off, but something in her eyes told him not to. Somehow, she captured some air in her lungs, and went back to riding his dick. 

Maybe four minutes had elapsed since they stood up and shed their clothing. The young man renewed his humping, and soon they were in rhythm again, as he lifted her off his lap with a rapid, slapping motion. The girl seeming to leap from his lap as though getting an electric shock, and quite possibly she was.

Tony heard the siren in the distance and prayed that the couple would hurry and finish. He also decided to remain in place. He wasn't fornicating, they were. If anyone got arrested, it wouldn't be him.

The boy, hearing the approaching siren, laughed, but it was a grunt as well as a laugh. "Fuck me, harder!" the girl yelled, and he did.

Tony moaned as the woman next to him gave him that one last squeeze and brought him off. "Okay, lady," he said, "You got me off, now let go of my dick . . . please."

With a decided reluctance, she did. Tony refocused on the couple, capturing forever the sweat flying off the girl's back as she flexed her magnificent thighs and pushed upward, riding her man as well as any cowboy ever rode his mare.

"Gonna cum!" her loverboy croaked. "Yeah!" she responded immediately. And a second later, "Now! Now! Now!"

The lean young man went into a rapid fuck mode, and three seconds later it was apparent to all those observing this memorable event that both kids were getting off big time. He froze under the girl, but she sure didn't. She shivered and shook, and moaned and clenched him tight, as they shared bodily fluids with one another.

Tony pulled the lens back, trying to capture both the couple and at least part of the crowd. The girl stood up on shaky legs, reached for her tank top on the ground under the bench, then whipped it up over her head and down onto her sweaty frame. She yanked up her shorts, and stepped into her sneakers without unlacing them. 

Meanwhile, the guy had gotten up and picked up his polo-shirt, and put it on while his feet found his shoes. He stood up in the shoes, his dick still hard, a long sliver of cum drooling from the tip, breaking it off as he slipped his feet through the cut-offs. 

'It's a perfect ending,' Tony told himself. Then he heard the woman next to him breathing hotly in his ear. 

"Will you please take me somewhere and fuck my brains out? I've been coming like crazy watching them, and squeezing your prick. Did you really cum? Did I really make you?"

For the first time he really looked at her. He was still sporting an erection. He said, "That's my pickup over there. Walk over there, and I'll be with you as soon as I finish filming these kids."

Without another word, the woman turned and headed for the Dodge pickup. He refocused on the two kids as they started running hand-in-hand toward the beach. Tony followed them with the camera about a block, and then faded to black. He turned toward the pickup just as the squad car pulled up. 

The crowd disintegrated, except for the woman who had made the call. "Where are they, lady?" the first officer asked.

Tony saw the woman waiting, nervously tapping her right foot. "Well, they're gone now, dammit. What took you so long?"

The cop looked up at the sky as if to ask for forgiveness at missing what might have been a most pleasant diversion from rounding up drunks, and cleaning their puke up after arresting them.

Tony approached the woman standing next to his pickup, and asked, "Still open?"

"Christ, I've never been more open," she replied. "I'm as wet as if I'd jumped in the fucking ocean. Will it be your place or mine?"

"Yours," Tony said. Then he added, "Hey, you got a DVD player?"




Prankster Ch. 05



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Tony and the red-headed woman had arrived at her little cottage with a nice ocean view, and sat down on the living room sofa. They kissed for the first time, and she moaned deep into his mouth, and then began nipping at his lips with her small, white teeth. 

"I never got your name," Tony said after a prolonged kiss finally ended.

"Lucille . . . Lucille DaVino," she said breathing heavily. "There's no husband to worry about. I'm divorced . . . four years now."

"That's good," he replied.

"You married?" 

"No. Never been married," he told her, and Lucille believed him.

Maintaining eye contact with her, Tony slowly moved his hand under the hem of her skirt.

"I don't believe I've ever met a woman who was as wet as you," he told her.

"I been thinking about someone like you for almost seven years now," Lucille said in answer.

"Seven years? I thought . . ."

"The marriage, if you wanna call it a marriage wasn't very satisfying."

"Oh."

"Oh is right. And seeing that couple screwing their brains out . . . it just made me go a little nutso, understand?"

"Yeah, I think I do," he replied. 

Lucille moaned wantonly as his fingers glided slowly over her juice covered cunt. Tony pressed his palm firmly over her sex and caused Lucille to cry out, "OH, YES!"

Her face was a grimace of arousal. She was breathing heavily, and licked her lips as he sank two fingers into her wetness. His thumb lightly caressed her engorged clit and she shuddered.

He grinned at her, pressed the edge of his hand into the furrow of her crotch. "You are soooo wet," he told her.

"Mmmm!" she replied, and sobbed from the stimulus of it all. Her eyelids fluttered, and then remained shut. 

Tony felt the muscles of her well oiled, velvet cunt squeeze down on his fingers as she tilted her pelvis forward to meet them. She muttered a long drawn out expletive, and drew in a deep breath through her nose.

"AH, AH, AHHH, SHIT! KEEP IT THERE! KEEP IT THERE!" 

He watched her tremble, and leaned in closer to her face. He tapped her clit, heard her moan loudly in response and then dropped her forehead onto his shoulder, pressed her breast into him.

"FUUUCK! OH! she coughed out as her hips spasmed.

"Cum for me, Lucille," Tony whispered coaxingly in her ear. "C'mon, cum for me," and gently bit the pink lobe, earring and all.

Her hips bucked violently against his hand, and she fell into a series of deep orgasmic spasms, while her hand searched out his cock that was bumping his belly.

"Fuuuck! Put it in! Put it in!" she squawked, closing her surprisingly cool fingers around his shaft and squeezing hard. 

A growl came from the back of his throat, and he turned his face to hers and kissed her sloppily as she jerked him off. He permitted this for some twenty seconds, and then made her stop.

"Rub your cunt against me," he said.

She quickly complied, humming her appreciation for his direction in his ear. Lucille ground her cunt against his cock, then Tony forced his knee between her legs and she ground down on that, still humming happily. He reached behind her and taking her ass cheeks in either hand, squeezed them in turn, as she continued to hump his knee.

"I think . . . I think I'm gonna squirt," she called out in warning.

"Oh, Christ, Tony . . ." she started to say, gulping air into her lungs. "I'm gonna! I'm gonna!"

She did squirt. He pulled his hand away and shoved his face directly in front of her cunt and caught the second line of her juice as it spewed forth, right into his opened mouth.

He thought it was as if she were pissing into his mouth. But somehow he knew this wasn't her urine, but her love-juice and he happily swallowed as much of it as he could, savoring every drop.

When Lucille finished, he kissed her. Her mouth was soft, her tongue pliable, and they exchanged her juices back and forth until they were totally mixed with their combined saliva.

Laughing, they looked at one another's face. Each was smeared with her juices, and she took a deep breath and said, "You ain't even fucked me yet; I never felt like this before . . . never. So help me God."

Lucille began kissing his neck, using her upper teeth to scrape across the more sensitive areas of his neck. She left two hickeys on his throat, and moments later, he returned the favor.

"Fuck me," she said pleadingly.

Tony nodded, but kneeled between her legs, spreading them wide, and then his chin was pressed firmly against her anus, while his mouth covered her cunt with kisses. She held him there, with both hands behind his head, whimpering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," in a mantra of lust. But Tony wanted nothing more at the moment than to make a pig of himself in her sodden snatch.

Lucille screamed out her pleasure as his tongue caressed her clit, practically heaving his head away as she tried to press his tongue further into her.

Tony was half crazed with the taste and scent of her. Her juice was thick and sweet, very similar to honey, with an earthy tanginess. Lucille lolled lewdly before him, having opened herself as much as possible to allow him to delve into her. Her mewling cries and rapid panting served to make Tony even wilder and more experimental than he ever thought he could be. 

Lucille had one hand under her bra, pinching the nipple. She was sobbing with exertion, for another gigantic climax was enroute.

Tony imagined himself pushing his entire head into her cunt, and in fact was compelled to breathe deeply through his mouth because his nose was immersed in the pools of juice being expelled from her snatch, and on doing so, found the fluids dribbling down his throat almost faster than he could swallow. She moaned with distress as he pulled his mouth away long enough to gasp a lungful of air, and moaned again, this time with a lilt of happiness as he returned and spread her pussy lips before resuming his feast on her cunt.

For every lick and kiss he bestowed, Lucille shrieked with lusty sensitivity, and her head flopped about in a sexual daze. Wanting to add to her sensual delight, Tony sent his index finger into the puckered rose of her ass. There was plenty of saliva and cunt juice to provide the necessary lubrication. Lucille responded by humping back at his finger until it was almost fully within her anus.

Tony wiggled both the finger and his tongue, still lodged in her cunt and the stimulus of both actions brought her orgasm to a boil. Lucille shuddered and came, and kept on coming. Tony was forced to hold on with both arms to avoid serious damage to his neck and head.

A minute and a half passed before Lucille finished coming, and after taking a huge gulp of air, sighed, "Fuck . . . that was sooo good."

"You're welcome," Tony replied, and Lucille giggled inanely.

"You . . ." she stammered, "you haven't fucked me."

"Are you accusing me of something?" he said, and laughed along with her.

His cock was in the midst of a very painful erection. His slacks were stained a dark hue from the combination of new pre-cum, and the ejaculate he had released when Lucille had jerked him off while watching the young couple fucking on the bench. 

Lucille took his cock out of its confinement and studied it worshipfully.

"You've a lovely one, you know?"

"It makes me happy," he said.

"I hope it makes me happy too."

"I have a feeling it will," he said, smiling at her.

She leaned forward and took it into her mouth, then removed it and looked at it again.

"I want to suck it, but I want you to fuck me with it first."

"We can do both; I've got all day. But what about you? Expecting any company soon, or do you have to be anywhere?"

"I plan on making myself available to you for the foreseeable future. I told you, I haven't had a good fuck in a couple years. There won't be any interruptions, I promise," she said, and shifted forward on her knees, then lifted herself over his glistening erection, and holding him carefully at the base of his shaft, slowly impaled herself on his member.

They kissed again as her tight pussy clenched around his thick cock. 

"Jesus," he gasped.

"What?"

"I can't believe the heat your cunt is giving off."

She laughed. "Well, you've certainly made me hot, lover."

Tony wanted to slam his cock into her, but had the presence of mind to allow Lucille to enjoy the exquisite sensation as he delved into her at her desired pace. Tony watched in awe as he slowly disappeared into her.

Lucille's face was wreathed in a huge smile, and she tried to get his face into her hungry mouth. He felt her tongue enter his nostril, and then his mouth, searching his gums, and then behind and in front of his teeth. She even set him to blinking furiously by using her tongue to swipe wetly across his left eyeball.

And her cunt, her magnificent cunt, pummeled his cock with wave after wave of exquisite constrictions using her cuntal muscles, while he could only swipe at her engorged nipples, still encased in her bra.

"Oh, oh, I love the feel of you inside me," she murmured. "C'mon, Tony, fuck me now, give it to me. Let me feel the splash of your cum in my cunt."

She began to roll her hips onto him, and he could feel the suction actually pulling his cock into her. 

She began to yell, "Come on, baby. Come on and ride the tiger!"

Tony felt her shudder, knew she was in the midst of an orgasm, but she kept calling out for him to come inside her.

He was slightly off target with regard to Lucille's orgasm. It was not one, but three climaxes that she had enjoyed since he entered her. And although she was looking for several more, she really wanted to feel his jizm caress her vaginal walls.

Tony groaned, and this told her that he was on the verge of coming. Actually, he was having difficulty focusing on the goings on, having grown somewhat hazy from the strain of hold off on his climax. 

"Cum with me," he gasped, and she broke out into a fit of obscene laughter.

"I've been cumming ever since you stuck your tool in me," she informed him. And to emphasize the point, she pushed down hard onto his pubic bone, and then ran her pink tongue over his right nipple before nipping at it.

The shock of light pain in his nipple served as the catalyst in making him cum. A veritable geyser erupted from his cock. Lucille's cunt tightened its grip upon him enough to allow Tony to actually feel the turbulence caused by his ejaculation against the walls of her cunt. 

After he finished coming, they remained still, content to hold one another, letting the thrilling sensations wash over them. 

"Whew!" Lucille said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, right," Tony added a moment later. His deflated cock lolled against his thigh. The sofa cushions were ruined, with dark stains from his semen and her juices readily apparent, and unlikely to respond to the finest of cleaning solvents or solutions.

"Sorry about the stains," he said, and meant it.

"Fuck 'em," she responded. "It was worth the price of a new sofa any day of the week."

"Well . . ." Tony said, "wanna watch the tape of that couple?"

"Yes! Yes, by all means. Hey, let me make us a drink while you set things up. The . . . err . . . TV stuff is inside that cabinet," she said and pointed across the room.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Sue Ann Bromley was canvassing bars, fast food stores, and other places she thought she might encounter Pruett, with little success until she ran into Trudy, a frequent customer at Hobie's, who was also pissed off at Pruett for one reason or another.

"Pruett?" Trudy said, "That son-of-a-bitch is going around trying to lure every Spring Breaker in sight into his goddamn van."

"What?" said Sue Ann. "He don't have a van."

"Him and Tony come by one," Trudy told her. "Don't know where they got the money, but they got this van, painted it up so it says "Girls Gone Wild" on it, and they're handing out T-shirts to any girl show's 'em her tits."

"The fuck you say!" Sue Ann gasped, incredulous at the thought. "Got any idea where I can find him and his van?"

"Him and Tony been operating around the beach, and some bars right off the beach. Couldn't say exactly where though," Trudy told her, with a grievous expression on her face.

"Well, thanks, Trudy. I'll keep on looking for him."

"This about that phony call he made, pretending to be the state police?"

"Yeah, it is."

"You didn't get fired or anything did you?"

"No, but it came close. I want to wring the bastard's neck, fucking with me like that."

"Well, if it means anything, the call got him all kinds of excited," Trudy told her.

"Huh? How so?"

"He wanted a little action from me right after the call."

"That bastard," Sue Ann growled. She considered what she'd just heard, and said, "You're lucky, Trudy. That bastard would fuck a snake if he could."

"Oh," Trudy said, a light-bulb having gone off in her head. "You turned him down, huh?"

"How'd you figure . . ." Sue Ann started to say, but paused. "Oh, right. There had to be a reason for the phone call. Well, duh."

Both women laughed at that. Then Trudy said, "If I see him anywhere's I'll call you. Lemme have your cell number, sweetie."

They exchanged numbers and went off in opposite directions.

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Left to his own devices, Pruett stopped into Stark Raving Crazy's, and after ordering his second beer, happened to meet Stark Reagan, a former All-American linebacker at Florida State, and Super Bowl star with the Pittsburg Steelers. Stark was the owner of a huge bar where over a thousand Spring Breakers gathered nightly to celebrate their wild fling over the break from school.

After a few minutes conversation, Pruett and Stark went outside to look at the Girls Gone Wild van. Visibly impressed Stark made Pruett an offer he couldn't refuse -- bring the cameras into his place Friday night, and film away. 

"I tell ya it can't miss," said Stark. "We're having a wet T-shirt contest, and who knows how crazy things will get with your girls gone crazy crew in the house."

"Um, it's Girls Gone Wild. Um, the name on the van and all," Pruett said, feeling somewhat intimidated by the bulk of the former All-American next to him.

"Yeah, yeah," Stark said as if Pruett had not uttered a word. What Stark Reagan was thinking, but not saying, was that it would be his place in the film when it was released, and not any of his competitors. If the movie was even half-way successful, the kids would be breaking down the doors to Stark Raving Crazy's next year.

"So, Pruett, how much money do you need to finance this film?"

Pruett swallowed, and said, "I don't rightly know just yet. "So far expenses have been low, you know, the van and some equipment to do the videos and such."

"But you will need some money, right?"

"Oh, yeah, me and Tony will be needing some cash . . . for editing and making copies of the tapes and the like."

"How much?"

"Um, I ain't sure. I better discuss that with my partner before saying. Is that all right with you?"

"Sure. But let me know soon. Anyway can I count on you to be here Friday night?"

"Um, yeah, why not?"

"Reason I ask is I wanna advertise you a little. You know, draw in a few more customers."

"Um, Stark?"

"Yeah?"

"We, um, get a few girls wanna be cooperative, and all, we plan on taking 'em out into the van, film them fuckin' and suckin', ya know?"

"I got no problem with that, so long's as it's not on the premises. Don't wanna break the fucking law, you know?"

Pruett had a couple more beers, on the house, of course, Stark not wanting Pruett to think he was cheap. Then Pruett wandered out to the van and drove off, anxious to tell Tony about their big break.

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Tony pulled his steamy prick from Lucille's pussy, and fed it to her open mouth, as she squirmed into a position that would enable her to take most of him deep into her throat.

"Do you like the taste of yourself?" he asked mischievously. 

"It ain't the first time," she replied.

"Oh, want to tell me about it?"

Removing him from between her lips, she smiled naughtily and said, "Not particularly."

"You just going to leave me hanging there?" he asked, feigning peevishness. Lucille laughed in his face, then gobbled his cock back into her mouth and, after spitting him back out for a moment, told him, "I'm not leaving this fine cock hanging anywhere but in my throat. You don't like it, grab your hat and get out."

"I don't have a hat," he said, knowing it was the weakest of rejoinders, then losing interest in the mini debate as her tongue did things he had thought impossible.

A moment later, Lucille let him drop from her mouth, but held him firmly around the base of his cock, like a microphone.

"You asked if I liked how I taste. I could care less about that. But your taste is another matter."

"Huh?" was the best line Tony could come up with, and he knew then that any discussion would be led by Lucille and not him.

She held her tongue under the crown of his cock, and rested her teeth lightly on top. "You, my fine, fucking friend, have just the right flavor as far as I'm concerned."

"Good," he managed to say before Lucille swirled her magical tongue around the crown several times in succession, and made him cum again. She allowed his seed to dribble slowly from the left side of her mouth after sitting back in an upright position.

"Want some?" she asked impishly, and lewdly extended her tongue to him revealing a pool of milky white cum. To her surprise, Tony accepted her offering, and they passed several gobs back and forth until it all but dissolved in the commingled saliva.

Lucile was the first to speak afterward. "Christ, those kids really went at it, didn't they?" She was referring to the two kids Tony had filmed fucking in public.

"I should make a lot of money from this tape," he told her.

"The whole world will want to see it," Lucille said in agreement. "It's pure voyeurism, I mean, it's the chance of a lifetime to see something that erotic. Maybe you see a couple making out in public, and that's a fantastic turn-on. But this . . . this is unbelievable. They know they're being watched. They didn't care. Just went on about their business. Jesus, I'm getting hot again just thinking about it. Can we see the tape again?" 

To be continued...



Prankster Ch. 06



Later that evening, Tony picked up Barely Black and his girl friend, Essence D'Kunze. He had found the van an hour earlier, but not Pruett; and he was still wondering where Pruett might be when he spied a flat-chested woman who appeared to be somewhat inebriated, making her way across the street.

"Hi," he called out as she passed close to the side window of the van. She wore black framed eyeglasses tossed her dark ringlet-filled hair, as she turned to look at him.

"Hi, yourself," she said, and giggled.

"Need a ride someplace?" Tony asked, giving her his best smile.

"I'm not getting into anyone's car," she said, still smiling at him.

"This isn't anyone's car. It's the Girls Gone Wild van," he told her.

The girl put her hands on her knees and leaned forward, providing Tony and Barely Black with a peek down her blouse. There was virtually nothing to see. Essence carefully slid the back door open, and smiling at the girl, said, "Hi, there, honey, welcome aboard the wild girl's van."

The girl looked at her; startled at first, and as the smile slowly left her face, she adjusted her eyeglasses, and a confused look replaced the smile.

"Come on," Essence said, "time's wasting; we got to get a move on." That said, she extended a hand out, and the girl took it, and climbed aboard. "Want a beer?" she asked the girl.

"Sure, I'm already kinda shit-faced. Got any Bud?"

Tony had two Buds on ice, and after opening one, handed it to her. 

"My name's Dianah," the young blonde said before taking a drink of the beer. 

"Ahhh, that tastes good. Ya know it's hotter than hell out there. Thanks for inviting me in."

Slowly Dianah turned her head, taking things in. "What is this, a fuck-mobile?" she said calmly, spotting the air-mattress at the rear of the van.

"Sorta" Tony told her. "It's the Girls Gone Wild Van. Generally, we offer the ladies a t-shirt to show their titties, maybe get them to kiss their girl friend, or screw their brains out on the mattress there," he was pointing to the mattress as he spoke.

"Ya'll are kidding me ain't cha?" Dianah said.

"No," Barely said, "we're serious. Want to see the shirt?"

"I guess," Dianah said, taking another swig of her beer.

Tony rummaged around and came up with a large sized GGW T-shirt, and held it against his chest. "See?"

"Mind if I try it on?" Dianah asked.

"Why not, Tony said, and handed the T-shirt to her.

Dianah peeled off her own T-shirt, and stood there in what appeared to be a little girl's bra. "My tits ain't so big," she said, feeling the need to explain, "But I love it when my boyfriend plays with 'em."

A moment later she began to cry.

Essence put an arm around Dianah's shoulder and started to comfort her, using words like, "There, three, it's gonna be all right." And when Dianah slowed her sobbing, Essence took the opportunity to ask her what the trouble was.

"Danny," Dianah said, and began crying again.

"I knew it was a man," Essence said, glaring at both Barely and Tony as if they were directly responsible for Dianah's problem.

"What'd he do, baby? You can tell me, now."

"He . . . he . . . drank up all the food and rent money," Dianah told her.

"That bastard!" Essence swore.

"And . . . and then he brought that bitch, Cissy, home with him. Wanted to fuck the both of us; wanted us to put on a show for him; and after pissing away the food and all the rent money too!" 

"Any kids at home Dianah?" Essence asked to change the subject.

Dianah sniffed and took her eyeglasses off, holding them in her right hand. Teary-eyed she looked directly at the black girl and said, "No, thank God, I'm on the pill."

"Want another beer?" Tony said just to say something.

"Yeah, might as well get good and shit-faced," she said, then wiped her arm across her nose, thought better and used the Girls Gone Wild T-shirt the second time to swipe the rest of the mucus away. Dianah accepted the proffered beer with one hand, and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes with the hand holding the shirt. 

"Might as well put this baby on," she said. None of the three looking at her even thought about starting to film as yet. They just stood there, awaiting Dianah's next move.

Reaching behind her, she opened the bra, and let it fall to the floor. "See?" she said, cupping her breasts, hardly more than bumps, her hands were just below her elongated nipples, "No tits to speak of, just my nippies."

Both Tony and Barely had raging hardons as soon as they realized that this girl had had her nipples stretched. By whom and how, they both thought to ask, but did not. Essence took them in as well, and felt herself grow wet, and licked her lips hopefully.

Dianah began to put the GGW T-shirt on, but Essence had the presence of mind to interrupt her.

"Um, excuse me, Dianah," she said, "Generally we let the girl fool around a little . . . so why not touch them for us?"

"Sure," Dianah replied. "I get kinda excited doing this, so don't get embarrassed, 'kay?"

All three were taken aback by the ringlet-tressed brunette's concern that they might be embarrassed by her actions, and could only nod, for they were all speechless.

Dianah closed her eyes, and began to play with her nipples. They were larger than normal to begin with and actually lengthened as she lightly pinched them. When she began to twist them, Essence let out a soft moan. Dianah kept twisting her nipples, and after about thirty more seconds, the three observers were startled to see Dianah drop to her knees, shudder, and cum hard.

Tony came back to life and grabbed his camera and started to cover the scene in front of him.

Essence pleadingly asked Dianah if she might suck on her nipples, and seemed surprised when the girl nodded her assent.

Tony zoomed in for a close-up as Essence bit down on Dianah's right nipple, and gently massaged her smallish breasts. Barely was stepping out of his cutoffs and holding his erect cock in his right hand as he moved in on the two women.

"Not yet," Tony said, warning Barely to stay put for the moment. "If we work this right, we can have Dianah start all over again, I mean from the time she approached the van to playing with her tits. What a great story that would be."

"What you gonna give her to do it?" Barely asked, as he jerked his dick.

"Whatever. We'll work that out when the time comes. Both men paused to watch Dianah's chest as she took gulping chunks of air into her lungs. Essence was rubbing her palm up and down over the girl's pussy mound, and Dianah had both her hands wrapped in Essence's black hair.

"Barely?" Tony said.

"Yeah?"

"Did she cum from just having her tits played with?"

Barely laughed, and began to fondle Essence's rear end. She appeared to appreciate it and moved her behind suggestively into his hand.

"She sure did, Tony," the albino replied, "she sure did."

Dianah paid no attention to the two men, but grasped a handful of Essence's raven tresses and moaned as Essence pressed forward, moving slowly along her upper chest, leaving a trail of kisses across her neck and only then letting just the very tip of her tongue graze her ear.

Tony nudged Barely, and using sign language, indicated that he too, should film the goings on. Barely nodded and went to retrieve his camera, and a moment later the two women were being photographed from opposite sides. Moving in on the two women who were now kissing feveredly, Barely could smell their commingled perfume over the scent of beer and cigarette smoke that lingered in the air.

Essence reached down and grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it quickly over her head. Her breasts were met immediately with Dianah's hot breath, a second later Dianah's teeth softly bit down on one nipple, as her hand passionately massaged the other perky, but firm, orb. She brushed the hair out of Dianah's face and kissed her forehead, then leaned back to enjoy the little love nips Dianah was providing to her nipples.

Essence's eyes squeezed shut as sharp waves of pleasure leaped directly to her cunt, and her pelvis brazenly ground into that of Dianah's.

Dianah, panting with excitement, humped back immediately, causing Essence to moan, "My, my, it's been a while, hasn't it, Sweetie?"

Dianah moaned. "No, but I never been with a woman before," she said, her voice barely audible. 

"Don't worry; we've got plenty of time. No rush," Essence quietly hissed in her ear.

"I ain't worried. I'm hot, really hot, and you made me that way."

Essence ran a finger down Dianah's midriff, deftly undoing the girl's jeans. Dianah wobbled trying to retain her balance as Essence shimmied them down her legs, and had to hop to keep from falling. Dianah was left standing there with only a pink thong; the cord at the back disappearing between her round, cheeky ass, the thin material at the front cupping the distended mound, and slightly wet from her orgasm.

Tony zoomed in for a close-up of the girl's crotch, capturing the wet spot for posterity.

Dianah stood there, legs slightly parted, waiting for the black woman before her to do with her as she wanted. Essence slipped her thumbs through the thin elastic and in one movement pushed the thong down to her feet, where Dianah kicked it free. Essence was drooling at the sight directly in front of her, for Dianah's cunt was delicately trimmed, with the most minimal crown of pubic hair over the powerfully displayed and lustful mouth of her cunt. 

Dianah stood there, legs slightly parted, waiting for the black woman before her to do with her as she wanted. Then she groaned wantonly, and held firmly to Essence's raven hair as the black beauty took the pink thong in her teeth and dragged it upward, causing the material to slide through the girl's labia and over her clit.

Dianah went rigid, frozen in time as the sensations of the material and knowledge of what Essence was doing struck home. Essence sent her hand inside the thong and felt the girl's wetness. Slowly she withdrew the hand and extended a finger to her mouth and tasted Dianah.

Barely, forgetting his broken leg, and the cast enclosing it, lost his balance and fell to the floor. No one moved to help him up.

"You're absolutely beautiful, Dianah," Essence told her, and then stepped back and began removing her own clothing, letting her eyes roll seductively at Barely's camera, and then at Dianah, who had yet to notice either camera filming her.

Tony was taken by the black girl's nude beauty, especially the two full chocolate breasts jutting out from her chest. Essence felt his stare, and turned to look directly at him with a wicked gleam in her eyes. 

"Later . . . maybe, Sweetie," Essence told him, and then sank to her knees before Dianah's pliant young body and pressed her tongue against the triangular spot between Dianah's legs.

Dianah's eyeglasses almost fell from her face when she groaned and shook her head. But one hand shot up and righted them before moving to take hold of Essence's raven hair. The other went to her left nipple, which she began to stroke, much the same as a male would his cock. And for the first time, Dianah noticed the two guys and their cameras. For some inexplicable reason, she felt a compulsion to tell them all how her nipples came to be their present size.

"Danny had me use a clothespin on them. What I did was place it pointing straight onto the nipple, not from the side, so it gripped the base of the nipple, and not the tip. Sometimes it was also clamped to a bit of areola as well."

Dianah glanced gratefully down at Essence as she licked tenderly at her labia.

"That feels wonderful."

"Like it, huh?" Essence said, accepting the compliment.

"It's . . ."

"Wonderful," Essence said finishing the line for her.

Dianah laughed.

"About your nipples . . ." Tony whispered, steering her back on subject, his camera locked in on her face.

"Oh, yeah. The clothespin doesn't feel the same bite as when only grasping the nipple. But it does some wonderful things for sensitivity without causing severe pain. It's best to start with a weak clamping pressure and work upwards, and if you are just beginning, try not to leave the pins on for too long. I started with three minutes, and then it hurt like hell. Eventually, I worked it up to thirty minutes before it became unendurable. Um, when I say unendurable . . . well, that's not quite true. I can take it indefinitely, but I thought I should draw the line at some point to avoid permanent damage. Turns out I was right. My nipples are extremely sensitive now. I can come from just playing with them. Well, you just saw me do it. But if I leave the damn clamps on for too long, the sensitivity would be far less. Some girl into S&M told me she lost most of the sensitivity that way."

"Ohhhh, now that . . . that feels soooo nice," she cooed as Essence tongued her clit.

"You were telling us about those nipples, remember, Dianah?" Tony said in a gentle reminder. He really wanted the story to flow naturally, so as not to jerk the eventually viewer around unnecessarily.

"How long does the good feeling last?" He asked.

"Um, well, the feelings may last from minutes to hours, depending . . . I guess on the person. Sometimes I use ice cubes on them after removing the clothespins. I've even used a feather duster." She giggled at that revelation. "But the ice, while it feels terrific at first, seems to shorten the length of time the sensations run wild."

At this point, Barely informed Tony that because of his leg, he'd have to stop shooting for a minute and find a more comfortable position. Tony nodded, signaling that he had heard him and would try to capture the entire scene between Dianah and Essence while Barely made the adjustment.

Essence picked up on the problem and brought her cunnilingus to a halt. Tony pressed the stop button on his camera and asked her what the problem was.

"Focus on the two of us, Tony," she said. 

"I am," he told her.

"Good, 'cause I have some questions for our princess here. You will want to record her answers."

"Oh, right," he said, picking up on her use of the word will.

He resumed his camera coverage, as Barely picked up his own camera and made an adjustment, and then began filming too.

"Dianah," Essence said, "I see that your clit is a lot larger than any that I ever seen. Not that I've examined that many, but yours . . . seems to be really large. Did you do something with the clothespin there too?"

Barely, intently following his girlfriend's words zoomed in on Dianah's pussy as Essence pulled her labia apart exposing the girl's clit to the camera's unrelenting eye.

"Oh, yeah," Dianah said. "That was Danny again. He had me use two different ways to stretch it. One was a clit clip. At least that's what he called it." She began gently rubbing her palm over her genitals, but continued speaking. Both cameramen concentrated on her, Tony on her face, Barely on her sex.

"The um, clit clip," Dianah said, "goes around the clit, and droops down, kinda like an earring. So I'd clip it on and the weight would stretch it so, oh . . . I forgot. No panties during this. So the weight of the clip would swing as I moved, and continue to stretch, stretch, stretch. Danny told me he heard all the stretching caused more blood to fill the clit, leading to permanent enlargement."

"Jesus Christ," Essence said, awed by the girl's story, and imagining herself being stretched, although nothing of the sort was happening to her.

"The other way," Dianah went on, as if nothing had happened. "... and I used both methods ... was I'd kneel on the bed, face down into a pillow, with my ass stuck up high, and using one hand to spread my lips as wide as I could I made two fingers on the other hand into a kind of paddle. Then I'd smack my clit. Smack, smack, smack. Until it was filled with blood and almost rock hard. Soon each smack would push me closer to that orgasm I so desperately wanted. And the best part is that even as I'm coming, my clit is growing bigger.

"I think," she went on, "but can't prove this, that the clit smacking and resulting orgasm do more to enlarge the clit than the clip does. But the clip serves its purpose too, in that while wearing it and walking around I have one orgasm after another because my big old clittie won't fit back under its hood like it's supposed to, and gets rubbed this way and that by my labia as I move around. Not wearing panties helps even more, although cum stains can be bothersome after a while."

No one said a word for a minute as Dianah titillated her clit enough to bring on another orgasm. When she finished shuddering, she turned to Barely, and with half-closed eyelids, asked if he wanted to fuck her.

"I . . . um, I got this leg in a cast as you can see . . . so it . . . it's possible, but will be a little awkward," he said nervously.

"I noticed that," she said and giggled. "I mean, how could I not notice, right? So what happened to you?"

"Maybe you saw it on TV," he told her.

"What?"

"I'm the guy fell sixteen floors after running through a window at the Chesterton Hotel downtown."

Dianah exclaimed, "I saw you on TV!"

"How the fuck did you do that?" she asked, obviously impressed.

"They think I was drugged with a hallucinogen, or something. Anyway I saw an image in the window at the end of the hotel corridor, and ran into it. Of course I went through the damn window, and fell the rest of the way."

"And only broke your leg?"

"That's about it," he said matter-of-factly.

"Damn, you're lucky," Dianah told him.

"Naw," Barely replied, "I'm good."

They laughed at his little joke then grew serious. "Essence, would you mind if I borrowed your man for a nice fuck?"

"Be my guest," she answered. Then asked Tony, "Want me to use his camera while he's occupied?"

"Please," Tony said as he selected what he thought to be the best position from which to cover the couple as they arranged themselves carefully on the most stable chair in the van.

"We could take this indoors," Essence said. "My place isn't all that far away."

"I can't wait that long," Dianah giggled, and then drew in her breath as Barely's huge cock came into sight. "Oh, my!" she murmured, and after taking it in hand, marveled at its length and thickness. 

Licking her lips, she straddled him as he sat all but immobile in the chair, and proceeded to spread her pussy open with one hand, and guided Barely's cock into her with the other. A few deft wriggles later, and only the last two inches of his albino shaft were still visible outside her body. 

Tony moved in for a tight shot of the penetration, and was rewarded with a view of her cunt's distended red mouth. This would later prove to be a much talked about shot when millions of viewers watched the film.

Barely rolled his hips, causing Dianah to groan with pleasure, then rolled them again, sending his cock off in a different direction, and she started to come again. Her eyes were closed, as she withdrew into herself. She seemed to be oblivious to Barely's body, and only reacted to his great pole as it stirred her inwardly. Her cunt began to overflow with her juices, some of which were being forced out by the thrusting of Barely's huge penis. 

It was Essence who first sensed that Dianah was squirting and said so, and the camera she held picked up a couple of squirts to further titillate the future viewers. This would be the second most commented part of the finished film by its viewers. As they were clued in by the awe in her tone to watch for it, they did so and were rewarded for their efforts.

Tony followed suit and, from his perspective, captured the copious amounts of juice that gushed out to cover Dianah's thighs as it trickled down onto Barely's cast and shorts, wetting the cast and soaking the latter.

All of a sudden, Dianah went into convulsions. Her hips bucked off the mattress; her body was jerking all over the place; every muscle seemed to be expanding and contracting all at once. She had shouted when it started, and moments later made a muffled shrieking sound. Barely grew frightened and halted his thrusting. 




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"Don't stop!" she screeched, and clawed at his shoulders.

He renewed his fucking and the convulsions went on --- eventually growing milder --- for another half minute before coming to a halt. 

Dianah's face was drained, and she couldn't catch her breath. She looked first at Barely, and then the others with startled eyes. "Whew, I never came like that before. Never. Not even close, and I cum all the fucking time from playin' with my tits, and clittie."

"You certainly came big time," Essence said, smiling at her, as she helped Dianah disengage herself from Barely's bright pink cockhead.

"That was really neat," Dianah said, and turning on her side, fell into a deep, satisfied sleep. ________________________________________

Sue Ann Bromley spotted Pruett at that precise moment, but did not race after him as she had thought she would. Instead she followed him craftily, all the while formulating a plan that would inflict a great deal of pain upon his person.

Maintaining a discreet distance between them, Sue Ann tore two buttons from her blouse, not caring that it cost twenty-four dollars at JCPenny's, and that she'd only worn it twice before. She moved into a deep doorway of an unused, decrepit hotel, and removed her bra, tossing it aside to mingle with old newspapers and other garbage caught up in the doorway's corner, and then she renewed her tracking.

Sue Ann was waiting for the right moment. It was spring break after all, and she knew some college boys would show up, half-drunk, sooner than later, and contented herself with staying a block behind Pruett as he ambled along the street.

Pruett reached his next destination, The Purple Poodle, a less than appetizing saloon, that had seen its best years some thirty years earlier. Hoping to obtain permission to bring the crew inside to film even more Girls Gone Wild, he entered and was looking for the manager, or owner, when two obviously drunken, but over-sized college boys followed him inside. 

Sue Ann counted to ten and followed. Once inside, she moved next to the closer of the two brawny collegians, and pressed her bare breast into his arm. She waited for him to react, and then cried out as forlornly as she could, "That bastard raped me!"

All eyes turned to her, as she pointed directly at Pruett.

"Him?" blurted the one whose arm her tit was rubbing against.

"Yeah, him," she said. "Tore my clothes off and raped me. Made me suck his cock too!"

Both guys made for Pruett, who was so shocked at Sue Ann's appearance and comments that he was frozen in place. The bigger of the two guys got to him first and smashed a fist into Pruett's jaw, breaking it in two separate places. Pruett went down and lay on the floor, helpless, as the manager and several barflies managed to keep the two college boys at bay, preventing them from doing serious damage to the stunned Pruett.

But they neglected Sue Ann. Well, they didn't exactly neglect her. They were caught up looking at her tits flouncing about as she moved in on old Pruett lying spread-eagled on the floor. They were still engrossed with her tits when she kicked Pruett square in the balls, for all practical purposes, ruining one testicle for the rest of his life.

In the ensuing excitement, with the sound of sirens and Pruett's screams, Sue Ann made a hasty exit and after turning the corner, ran as fast as she could until satisfied that she had put sufficient distance between her and the Purple Poodle.

Then she walked another two blocks before a taxi drew abreast of her. She hailed it, and had the driver take her to Adele's apartment.

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With Dianah sound asleep, they put the cameras away and with no additional prospects on the horizon, set out for Essence's brother's place, a warehouse around the corner from Hobie's Bar.

Barely waited until they were three or four blocks away from where they had picked Dianah up to ask: "This, um . . . ain't kidnapping or anything is it?"

Tony looked at him and said, "The fuck you talking about?"

"He means," Essence interceded, "that taking Dianah here, from where we picked her up to the warehouse might be illegal." 

Ignoring her remark, Tony asked her, "Is it all right if we use his place, Essence?"

"I better call him just in case," she said, and took a cell phone from her purse.

"Vaughn? Essence. Um, I want to make use of the warehouse you leased last month."

She listened to her brother for a moment before turning to Tony and saying, "He wants to know what we're going to do there."

"So tell him," Tony said never taking his eyes from the road.

"We're going to make a fuck film or two. There, now you know. Can we?" This last was spoken with a slight whiney twinge in her tone.

"I guess," she said. And then, "I guess so," she looked beseechingly at Barely, and then Tony.

"What?" Tony asked, already knowing the answer.

"He wants in," she told him.

"In on what, exactly?"

"The fucking."

Grudgingly, Tony nodded. "Tell him all right, but he's not in on the films themselves. That's already sliced up nine ways from Sunday."

"He agrees," Essence breathed huskily into her phone. "It's a done deal," she said gleefully. I hope Dianah likes really black cock."

Everyone but Dianah, who was still sleeping, laughed.

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On arriving at the warehouse, they left Dianah sleeping on the air mattress, and quietly unloaded the cameras and other equipment from the van. Tony was very impressed with the spaciousness the warehouse afforded him for filming.

"Jesus, we can do wonderful things with all this," he said.

Barely nodded in agreement, and said, "I can bring my video equipment over later. Then we can see what's being filmed either as it goes down, or right after," he said.

"This is really fantastic," Tony said to Essence, who nodded her agreement.

"We should bring Dianah in, before she wakes up and leaves us in the lurch," Essence added.

Tony and Essence went out to wake the horny young brunette. And four minutes later, a yawning Dianah was looking around in wonder at all the open space.

"It reminds me of an airplane hanger," she said off-handedly.

"Do you fly?" Barely asked her.

"No, but I got laid in one once," she told him with a shy expression. "Um, we going to fuck some more?" 

"Yes, we are," Tony said. "As soon as we get things set up. By the way, Essence called her brother. He owns the place. He wants to meet you."

"You mean he wants in my pants," she said.

"Well. You're not wearing any, but that's the idea. Do you object?"

"Let's wait until I see him, okay?"

"He's a good looking dude," Essence assured her, "but he's a lot darker than I am."

"Is he hung?"

"I can't really say," Essence told her. "It never came up between us."

That line cracked everyone up, including Dianah.

Barely and Tony set their cameras up at points offering the best advantage for each. They set up a third camera, from which either one could put his own camera down and shoot from the third position. 

"Tomorrow," Barely said, "I can set up another shot from up above, give us an overhead look, like you see in the prizefights on TV."

Dianah gave him an odd look, for she had not planned on being with this group the next day. But with her personal troubles occupying most of her thoughts when she was not getting laid, she did not dwell on it.

Just then the door opened and Vaughn, Essence's brother, entered.

"Dianah, Tony, this is my brother, Vaughn. Vaughn, Dianah and Tony, you know Barely, right?"

"Right," he replied, and to the others, "Nice to meet you." His eyes lingered on Dianah, who reciprocated the look.

She turned to Essence and said, "He'll do just fine, Essence, just fine."

"Hey, guys," Vaughn said, and all eyes turned to him. "I got a king-sized bed back there, give me a hand and we can roll it on out here, you want."

"We want," Tony said with a broad smile. "Let's get it out here."

While Vaughn and Tony went to get the bed, Barely hobbled around on his cast and finished establishing the last touches to the lighting source. He then tested it, and finding it worked to his satisfaction sat down and watched with a huge smile as the king-sized bed was moved into the square, and was bathed in an intense light.

"Perfect!" Tony said happily. I knew you would be a great help Barely. Thanks," and he slapped his albino friend on the back to demonstrate he meant it.

"So when did ya'll meet?" Vaughn asked Dianah.

"Um, 'bout an hour or two ago," she answered.

"You and Tony date a lot?"

"Um, no," she replied somewhat apprehensively. "We just got it on once I was in the van."

"I should tell you what the deal is," Tony said, interrupting. "I've got a van, and it's got Girls Gone Wild painted all over it. Um, we're working the spring break . . . err, offering girls T-shirts to show their tits, you know, and get 'em to kiss each other, maybe fuck while we film."

Vaughn smiled effusively, his white teeth almost glowing from under his dark complexion.

Standing off to one side, Essence drummed her fingers against her left thigh until she saw her brother's reaction.

"Dianah," he said, "You and me gonna make film history."

"Good," she said and peeled her Girls Gone Wild tee off.

They all watched as Dianah's nipples hardened, and lengthened. 

Barely handed her a can of Pepsi. "We're out of beer, sorry."

Dianah took a long drink from the can, then wiped her lips with her arm, and moved to Vaughn. Her face was very close to his. Her breath was sweet from the Pepsi she'd been drinking. 

"You gonna fuck me good?" she asked wantonly.

"Yes, he is," Tony told her, "but not until Barely says we're ready to film."

Barely spoke quietly, "Tony, do you want to shoot the opening scene? You know, where she comes walking down the street and we talk her into the van?"

"Not now, Barely. I think she's got the hots for Vaughn, and vice versa."

"You're dead on about that, sweetie," Essence said in agreement.

Vaughn's mouth was very dry, and something hard lodged in his esophagus. "What do you want me, or us to do?" 

Tony glanced at Dianah. The frightened girl he'd enticed into the van earlier, had been replaced by the wanton sex addict he had seen going down on Essence and Barely earlier in the van, confident and daring, except for the pleading look in her eyes. She very obviously wanted Vaughn to take the next step. Tony thought he could almost see her nod her head, telling him to, "Go on, go on." 

"Yeah, get on the bed . . . the two of you," Tony said. 

"Wait a second!" yelled Barely, but not all that loudly, and when he had everyone's attention, he said, "What we need is a lead in to the actual performance. I'm going to a close-up on Dianah. Tony, you get the two of them in the frame. We'll edit it later. Okay, now Dianah, Vaughn, what I what is for you each to say what your first impression of the other was when you first laid eyes on one another, okay?"

Dianah never hesitated. "Hmmmm, you are the blackest, handsomest guy I've ever seen. I want you in me and damn soon." 

As she uttered the words, Dianah was stroking her nipples, lengthening them. Tony caught the bulge in Vaughn's slacks growing, and then panned in on his gleaming smile. 

"I'll be happy to oblige you, Di," he said giving her a nickname. "I got to tell you, I never seen nips as long as yours before, and I've seen a few."

"I stretched them," she said huskily, then licked her lips. "Show me your cock," she said with a half moan. "Show me that coal-black dick so I can suck it."

It was Vaughn's turn to moan, and then he reached for her, pulled her against his solid chest, and kissed her hard.

With the kiss ended, Vaughn looked into Dianah's eyes and asked, "You really want to go ahead with this?" 

Dianah almost melted away because of the genuine concern in his voice.

"Never more than I do right now," she told him. A second later, she began to stroke his rigid cock as it tried to rip through the material containing it.

"We, um, better get started," Vaughn stammered, moving away from her hand.

She laughed with delight, and ran the tips of her fingers lovingly over his face. Vaughn gingerly cupped her bump of a breast in his palm, his thumb lightly strumming over the nipple. 

Dianah shuddered and came. Essence wished fervently that her nipples were half as sensitive as Dianah's.

Vaughn began to slide his slacks and under-shorts off. His blood-raging black cock burst out into the glaring klieg lights for all to see. Tony was impressed with its thickness, but not its size, for it was just average, about six inches. But its diameter was worthy of the larger porn stars, and Tony knew how a woman would be filled by it.

By the time he had stripped off all his clothing, Dianah had recovered sufficiently to take hold of his manhood, making keening animal-like sounds of wanton joy. She cupped his testicles in her other hand, rubbing them gently back and forth, squeezing them very softly, heating the semen in his scrotum. 

"Suck it, baby!" he yelled, and the scene was going full blast.

Dianah poised above the rigid shaft of her new partner's ebony prick, eyes wide open and looking up into his. She made a minor adjustment to her eyeglasses, and then her tongue darted out and flicked a drop of oozing semen dribbling from the small opening in his sex glans that shone moistly in the brilliant light that the cameras required. 

Her lips were only a scant inch from the purplish, blunt cock-head, then half an inch, and then her tongue came out with an agonizing slowness to lick the rubbery, velvet-soft flesh. Vaughn moaned, for this was the best blowjob he had ever had, and it had only just begun.

Essence slipped her right hand into her shorts and delved down to the entrance of her already sopping wet cunt hole. One, two and then three fingers slipped inside her juicy petals, and she too, moaned.

Tony heard her and brought his camera to bear on her solo masturbation, then panned back bringing Dianah's fellating into the foreground, with Essence's hand in her shorts in the background. 

It was a memorable shot, and would make them all a great deal of money as boys and men all over the world would be beating their meat while engrossed in the debauchery on the screen.

From Dianah's perspective, it was good, good, good. Her ovaled mouth accepted the bulbous head into her butter-soft mouth, and her tongue swirled faster and faster over his quivering cock, causing Vaughn to cry out in joy as he held her head in place against him.

Thoroughly enjoying herself, Dianah massaged the soft resilient skin of his testicles with one hand, while the thumb and forefinger of her other hand were stroking the thick base of his cock at the same time. She was sucking rhythmically up and down, twirling the softness of her tongue maddeningly around the tip at the apex of his withdrawal.

Vaughn flexed his muscular buttocks and Tony noted how powerful they seemed. For his ass jutted out making no pretense of the power that would be there when he decided to drive his cock into her cunt a bit later.

As for Vaughn himself, he gazed down at Dianah through lust-filled eyes, and imagined her smallish lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his hardened cock as she sucked voraciously, his feverish mind churned with the lewdness of her act. 

He could feel her elongated nipples dancing warmly against his belly, and he knew that he was going to come soon. He could feel the surging, boiling activity in his scrotum, and the impending explosion.

Barely remained focused on Dianah's face, capturing her expression, which at the moment was one of a woman possessed by lust. Barely felt himself leaking precum inside his slacks, and rued the stain that would be revealed to everyone when the shoot came to an end. 

Then he lost track of everything but the movement of Dianah's mouth upon Vaughn's thick, black cock. Gradually, Dianah's facial appearance shifted to a contorted, depraved portrait of pure sexual ecstasy. 

Her eyes behind the glass rims seemed to be staring mindlessly as Vaughn took a vicious hold of her raven hair, and yanked her head up and then down as he thrust deeper and deeper into her throat as her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded obscenely on the in-stroke. 

"Dianah!" Vaughn called out in a phlegm-filled voice, "I want to . . . fuck you now! Come on, baby, let me fuck you now," he beseeched her.

The small breasted girl took him from her mouth. A long, white thin strand of saliva trailed from the tip of his black prick to the end of her rose-petaled tongue. And not uttering a single word, Dianah rolled over on her back, pulled her legs up over her tiny breasts, and spread her long legs wider than anyone in the room had thought possible.

Her sopping cunt gaped openly at him, awaiting his entrance. 

The sight of her beckoning pussy proved too much for Vaughn, and he came with a torrential spurt, gushing rope after rope of thick, white sperm onto her belly and pussy; he groaned out his release and sorrow at not having satisfied the girl spread out before him.

"That's all right, Vaughn, baby," she crooned softly as he sank to his knees next to her.

"You . . . you were too much for me. I was ready to cum in your mouth . . . and you took it out, and that was that. I couldn't stop. I'm terribly sorry."

Baby, don't be sorry," she cooed at him. "You'll be ready again in no time at all. Isn't that right, guys?"

"Sure is," Barely offered. 

"Hey, don't be sorry, man," Tony added. "That was the best blowjob I've ever seen, and we've got it all on tape."

"Here," Barely said limping along on his cast with the tape from his camera to the TV set. "Let's watch what just went down and you'll see just how good it was. And I bet you're ready to go again before it's over."

Barely proved to be correct, for halfway through the blowjob, Vaughn's cock was fully erect again. Barely shut the TV off, set his camera up with a new tape and Dianah lay back on the king-sized bed, resuming the same position as she had earlier, and Vaughn readied himself to enter her.

"Action!" Tony called, and both cameras were turned on the couple.

But instead of fucking Dianah as everyone had expected, Vaughn paused and then leaned in to take a close look at Dianah's cunt.

"Your clit," he said, almost in awe. "It's huge!"

"I, um, worked on it some. Got it a little bigger over time," she offered.

"It's incredible," he said. "Essence, get over here. What do you think of her clit?"

Tony and Barely kept shooting. Essence came closer as requested and said, "I know. Her and her old boyfriend spent hours slapping and pulling on it to make it that big. Isn't it something?" Then she added, "Of course it's much more sensitive than other clits. Did you guess that?"

"No, Sis, I didn't." He was still awed by its size.

"Dianah, I can't fuck you just yet. I have to go down on you first. I hope you don't mind."

Dianah laughed, and said, "Go right ahead. Anyway I can cum is fine with me. It will be that much more pleasure when you finally stick that nice black pole into me."

As Vaughn lowered his mouth to her, Dianah thrust her hips up to meet him. 

Barely had his camera on full zoom and knew the screen would be filled with Dianah's clit and labia when viewed later. He would have sworn that her labia grew even thicker as they filled with the blood from her lust.

Vaughn slipped two fingers into her already juicy twat, and Dianah moaned happily. After fingering her several times and establishing a rhythm of sorts, he yanked the fingers out and jammed first one and then the other into her asshole. Caught completely off guard, Dianah thrust her pelvis upward, and Vaughn mashed his mouth into her cunt, and a moment later seized her labia, and started chewing on them.




Prankster Ch. 06



Dianah screamed out her pleasure.

His fingers began a steady in and out fuck with her back hole, and when his mouth abandoned her labia for her clit, she came hard.

Vaughn intensified this treatment, forcing his fingers into her ass until they were totally submerged, only taking his mouth from her clit and sending his tongue into her steaming, oozing cunt and sucking loudly on her juices.

Tony was beside himself. He knew he had caught most of the unbelievable action, and wanted desperately to know what Barely was getting from his angle, but the action in front of him was too erotic to yell, "Cut," and halt everything. 

Dianah was in frenzy from Vaughn's tongue and fingers, it was obvious to all watching that she was entertaining one orgasm after another. And, as he returned to milk her clit, she wriggled her body, flopping about like a fish out of water, and she wound up on top of him. 

Vaughn paused for a moment, possible regaining his senses, and the short delay helped Dianah regain hers, at least to some extent. Vaughn still had her clit between his lips, maintaining just enough pressure to keep it there. When he thought that she had recovered from her last orgasm, he started to suck her clit as a baby would a proffered nipple. 

"OOOOOOHH!" Dianah exclaimed softly. Vaughn increased the pressure, and began moving the two fingers still lodged in her butt. Dianah lost control of her body and went into a convulsion each time he applied the slightest pressure to her clit. 

When she came, he eased off on his sucking. But he kept her clit fixed between his lips, waiting for it to subside. When it did, he counted to four, and suckled the clit, and triggered another mini-orgasm. The third time he did this to her, he eased his fingers from her ass, and began soothingly stroking her body upward from her calves to her breasts, making certain to run his palms over her elongated nipples. 

Dianah lay limp, except for the occasional shudder, as his hands performed what she later termed, "Magic on her." During this "stroking" period, he let up on her clit, and dug his nails into her back, raking her with both hands from shoulders to rump, leaving his mark on her. When Dianah arched her back at this new series of sensations, he attacked her clit, sucking hard four straight times, setting off another orgasm. 

As she writhed in the glory of it all, Vaughn lifted his face from her creamy cunt, and looked at Tony and his camera, and said, "Her clit's too tender to fuck with for a while. I'm gonna eat her to another cum, and then fuck her to a couple more. I doubt she'll be doing any walking when I'm finished."

He returned to the gentle caresses bestowed earlier, and when he was satisfied that it was relaxing her, he murmured into her ear, "Dianah, baby, you just take it easy. I'm not gonna touch your love button, but I am gonna tongue you some. Okay?"

"Mmmm," she sighed, and that was all he needed to hear.

He was going down on her, as she found the presence of mind to protest, crying out, "Oh, no . . . wait! Let me just . . . oh, Christ, oh, sweet Jesus!"

His tongue pierced her swollen genitals, and sank into the buttery, coral flesh of her cunt.

Tony couldn't believe his eyes as Dianah came again on the third swipe of Vaughn's tongue. Dianah's scream of joy reverberated throughout the entire warehouse. A moment later, when Vaughn rolled away, Dianah's arms and legs were loose and disjointed, much as a rag dolls might be after being carelessly discarded. She was still coming, and the mix of saliva and cunt juice was oozing from her swollen slit. Vaughn trapped the leg that was lying in the floor between them, grabbed her upper leg, still bent at the knee, and entered her from behind. 

He bottomed out on the first thrust, and found himself compelled to grab her shoulder for leverage, then pulled her tightly against him. This position also allowed his thigh to press on her overly-sensitive clit.

Tony knew that Barely was capturing the penetration, and so he worked on getting a tight frame on Dianah's face. He was fixed there at the precise moment of her climax, caught her grimace, her scream, and the silent screams that followed while her body quivered and quaked against Vaughn's.

"She's reached her limit," Essence shouted, her hand deeply embedded in her shorts, still frigging herself.

Vaughn relaxed his grip on Dianah, and raised himself up. His erection was covered with the slime of Dianah's juices.

"I need to come," Vaughn gasped, holding his stiff prick in his right hand for all to see.

Tony yelled, "Cut!" and Barely and he put their cameras, aside. Barely sat down and rested his broken leg. Tony knelt next to Dianah, and checked to insure that she was okay.

But Essence's eyes never left her brother's erection, and she lowered her shorts, and kicked them aside. "I'm sorry, Barely, honey, but I've got to help my brother out," she said, then kneeled before her brother, and with her thumb and forefinger, made a tight ring around the base of his slimy cock, constricting and holding it at just the right angle for her eager, sucking mouth.

Vaughn groaned as he felt the familiar tingle start in his scrotum. He pulled away for a moment, and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this, Sis?"

"Absolutely," she responded, and began to slurp happily away on his member. 

But after another minute of Essence's oral artistry, Vaughn groaned, and pulled his prick out of her mouth and helped her to her feet. 

Essence's face bore a confused, horrified look, suddenly thinking her brother was refusing her sexually, and the embarrassment that she had brought upon herself and her family.

However, Vaughn had something else in mind, and gently turned her around and had her lay face down on the bed, with both feet on the floor. "I'm gonna fuck you now, Sis." He pulled her hips back toward him, and Essence arched her back inward, thrusting her butt back toward him. Vaughn grabbed his cock with one hand, while with the other he reached around in front of his sister, went between her legs, which she spread as widely as possible. Putting a finger on either side of her pussy, he spread her labia, and guided his prick to her open gash with the other. Then, bending his knees and probing forward, he felt the opening, and with one flex of his hips, sent his cock rushing in to her deepest depths. 

"OH, YESSSSS," she gasped, "That's just exactly what I wanted. Give it to me, honey. Fuck it. Fuck my pussy hard."

Barely and Tony lifted the inert Dianah from the bed and carried her to the chair that Barely had been using, and sat her down. Her eyes were open, but she appeared to be in a sexual stupor. 

Barely sank slowly to the floor to ease the pressure on his broken leg. Tony stood there, legs apart, as all three of them then focused on the couple using the king-sized bed.

Vaughn started jerking his hips back and forth, thrusting hard into his sister's juicy sheath, and then pulling back and thrusting again. 

Essence pushed back against him, holding her butt firm against the pounding of his pelvis against her jutting, firm cheeks.

Essence had her head down on folded arms, rocking back and forth slightly in time to her brother's forceful thrusts. She moved one hand down between her legs and began to stroke her clit. Vaughn forced her ass cheeks apart, exposing her asshole to view.

Now Essence's head began turning from side to side, as she yelled loudly, "Yesssss! Just like that, baby! Yes, slam it in there! C'mon, baby, fuck me! Oh, yes, give it to me!"

Barely had the saddest look on his face, turned to Tony and said, "She never screams like that with me."

Vaughn pressed his thumb against his sister's little brown puckered asshole, and found that she seemed to like it. He pressed again as she wriggled her hips and pushed back against his thumb. Using slightly more pressure, Vaughn's thumb found its way easier and soon almost entirely lodged within Essence's rectum.

He thrust his cock into her several times in rapid succession, and Essence went wild, jerking back and forth, slamming her ass against his pelvis hard enough to cause audible smacks, as flesh met flesh. Vaughn buried his cock to the hilt, and at the same time, rotated his wrist, twisting the thumb around in her ass. 

Essence jerked her hand out from between her thighs, balled it into a fist, and punched out at the nearby pillow. "AHHHHHH!" she screamed, as the climax smashed into her. She began crying inarticulately, over and over as her orgasm shot through her, jolting her like an electric current running wild might.

Vaughn felt himself readying, and increased the rapidity of his thrusting, and although still coming, Essence began rubbing her clit in time to his humping. Essence never stopped her moaning and crying, but was jabbing her ass back at him to drive him deeper. 

"Ohmygod, I can't believe how good that feels!" she croaked. "I'm . . . I'm still coming, but I'm still fucking . . . its unfuckinbelievable!" "GOD! OH, YES!" she screamed. "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" OH . . . ." she screamed again as she felt his cum unleashed, scalding her vaginal walls, flooding her cervix and squishing out of her juice filled cunt, only to splash unheeded onto the sheets of the king-sized bed.

As the last jets spurted deep into her, Vaughn fell, exhausted onto his sister's back. They lay that way for a while, his cock still firmly lodged inside her, Essence occasionally rolling her hips to retain it in her. 

He nuzzled her ear, and whispered, "We shouldn't have done it."

"I know," she replied, "and we won't ever do it again." ________________________________________

They were all in a diner, having coffee and pastries, except for Vaughn, who had made an excuse, and left them at the warehouse. Dianah had a Mona Lisa like smile on her face. Essence sipped her coffee, but kept her eyes downcast, avoiding any glances at Barely. Tony wondered, and not for the first time, just where the hell Pruett was.

Barely finally broke the silence at the table. "I thought you loved me," he said staring straight ahead, not looking at anyone.

After five or six seconds had passed, Essence answered him. "I do. I do love you, Barely."

Tony wanted to leave right then, but Barely with his broken leg in a cast, was seated on the aisle, next to him, pinning him in.

"Some way to show it, fucking your brother," he spat out.

"Honey . . ." An obviously worried Essence said pleadingly, "You know . . . you have to know I did what I did out of love for my brother."

"You fucked your brother while I watched. Correction, while we all watched. Fucked him until your eyes popped out of your head. "Had to help him out, you said," the anger apparent in his voice. "You took his cock in your mouth while it was covered with this bitch's juice," he said pointing an accusing finger at Dianah.

"Dianah had nothing to do with it," Tony said protectively. Why, he had not the foggiest idea.

"Yeah, you're right about that. I'm sorry, Dianah," Barely said in a half-sob.

"All right, all right," Essence said as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I wanted him. I've always wanted to do him. But I love you. I really, truly love you." Her shoulders shook as she silently cried her heart out.

Dianah put her arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her.

Tony tried to help, saying, "Hey, Barely, you know, it was a really hot scene. I was a girl; I'd a wanted to fuck him too."

"Fuck you too. Wasn't for you and the damn fuckmobile it wouldn't a happened at all."

And then to everyone's surprise, Barely stood up, bracing himself on the back of the booth. "C'mon, Essence, let's get the fuck outta here."

Essence jumped up as if a cattle prod was jammed up her ass. "Yeah, let's get out of here," she said, repeating his words, in her excitement to be with him for another minute, or however long he was willing to have her by his side.

"Tony, I'm out of this deal," Barely said, and placed his arm around Essence's shoulder. "Maybe me and my girl can get over this. I don't know, but I'm willing to give it a try." He turned to Essence and asked, "What do you say, baby?"

"I already said it," she said, wiping her tears away. "I love you. Where you go, I go. Is that enough, or do you need to hear more?"

"It'll do for now. So long, Dianah. See you around, Tony. But don't call me about filming any fuck flicks, hear?"

"I gotcha," Tony replied, and remained seated as the couple left the diner.

"Wow!" Dianah said, pleased that Barely had taken Essence back.

"Yeah," Tony said, looking at her. "It's good. And what about you? Are you going back to whatshisname?"

"Danny? No, I don't think so. I got a girlfriend, lives in Wilmington. The North Carolina one. She's a stripper at a club called Pure Gold. Last time we talked, she told me I could get a job there . . . you know, stripping and such."

"Probably pays pretty good," Tony offered.

"Yeah . . . and I could make extra . . . you know, turn a trick now and then."

"Tell ya what," Tony said, "if this thing we just shot catches fire, makes us some money, I'll take a trip to Wilmington, look you up. You might could use some cash."

"That's so sweet of you. You don't have to do that. I'll be all right."

"Stay away from Danny and guys like him, hear?"

"You got that right," she said, then kissed him on the lips. "We could . . . you want to, you know . . . in the van," she said offering herself to him.

"Well, we could," he said, "but is there a rush, you got someplace to be?"

"Oh, no . . . nothing like that. I was only thinking you had to be someplace."

"I don't," he said. "I am worried about my partner. You haven't met him. He's a little crazy sometimes. Likes to bust people's balls."

"I know the type," Dianah told him, getting up from her seat. "C'mon, let's get it on in the van. I'm still tingling from Vaughn, you know?"

Tony threw a ten on the table to cover their coffee and pastry, and with his arm around Dianah's waist, escorted her out to the van.

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Following a leisurely romp on the air mattress, Tony dialed Pruett's number, waited eight rings before hanging up.

"That's odd, he always answers," he told Dianah, who lay beside him rubbing her elongated nipples. Her eyes were closed and she was still panting from their romp on the van's mattress.

"Gonna cum again?" he asked.

"Mmmm," she replied. "Does it every time."

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And where was Pruett? He was on the fourth floor of County Hospital, having his broken jaw wired. He heard the ringing phone, but ignored it, for he was unable to talk, and would be for some time.

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Sue Ann was on the other side of town, her face buried between Adele's fleshy thighs, licking and lapping the older woman to a frenzied orgasm. Adele had brought Sue Ann off four times before allowing the younger girl to return the favor.

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Barely and Essence were in bed, with Barely positioned so that his cast encased leg was resting on two pillows.

"I'll do the work," Essence said, already breathing hard. The truth of the matter was that she could not get her brother's cock out of her mind. But she did not want to lose Barely, whose jealousy she found enticingly intriguing. The idea of juggling the two men had aroused her to a point at which she could not help but need a cock in her, and Barely was there and, for that matter, she did love him.

She slithered down under the cool bed sheet until the tip of Barely's dick nudged against her moistened labia. Her breathing sped up, as did Barely's. She shivered with anticipation, feeling him reach under her leg and rub the smooth, satiny flesh of her ass. 

She lasciviously licked her wet lips, scooted down the bed, inviting Barely's thick cockhead into her pussy. A thick dollop of pre-cum spilled across her mons. 

"Uh . . ." she mumbled. Barely, his mouth filled with saliva from their exchange of French kisses, began to drool from the corner of his mouth.

Essence felt the first patches of perspiration seeping from her pores. She also faintly registered the sweat on Barely's back as well, but forgot all this in the instant his cock surged into her pussy.

She gritted her teeth and growled at the most luxuriant of all sensations, that of a cock squeezing its way deeply into a tight, moistened cunt.

Her lover held her by the ass, and worked himself further in, pressing forward once, and then pulling out just a tad, then fully impaling her with a dramatic burst of effort. 

Because of the cast, Barely's movement was limited, and so Essence spread her legs even wider, instinctively inviting him deeper. Her hand dipped down to her pussy, fingers traced their way around the embedded shaft and marveled at the way her cunt was stretched around him.

'A perfect seal,' she thought, unable to explain how something so big could penetrate her so easily, and with hardly any pain whatsoever.

Barely thrust again. Essence grabbed his body and held him there, moaning aloud at how delicious he felt inside her.

Barely had found a position from which he could fuck comfortably, and did so, using a magnificently slow rhythm, quite obviously trying to ensure that Essence fully experienced each thrust as a separate, glorious event. 

In return, Essence licked his cheek from the chin to the eyebrow, in gratitude for the multiple sensations he was bringing her to as her orgasm approached.

Feeling it coming on, Essence rocked her pelvis against him, stroking his cock and squeezing it, using the Kegel method she had been practicing after reading about them in Cosmo.

Both lovers turned noisy. Essence emitted a helpless, feminine grunt in time with each thrust, while Barely began to hiss his breaths through clenched teeth. They held fast to one another by the arms and back, with Essence's ear pressed to the side of Barely's head. 

After a while, Barely began to tire and pulled her on top, straight up, with her knees against his ribs. They continued to fuck hard, Barely pounding from underneath, and Essence exerting only enough muscle control to remain vertical. She played with her bouncing breasts, closed her eyes and thought of the pounding her brother had bestowed upon her earlier, without any remorse of her betrayal of her boyfriend and lover, Barely Black.

A wet, slapping sound permeated the room. Barely started massaging her clitoris with his thumb.

Essence moaned.

He realized his hand and fingers were covered with her juices, and brought the hand to his mouth and licked it. A moment later he tendered his hand to Essence's mouth, and she sucked hard on the proffered fingers. Suddenly she was biting his fingers as her climax hit home. She felt the muscles in her ass and legs rock faster, and ground herself down upon his shaft, taking him as deep as was possible. She released his fingers from between her teeth to grab a breath of needed air. The orgasm slammed into her lower body, burning hot like a white flash. And she grabbed at Barely's solid chest and rocked harder, commanding the orgasm to continue. 

She worked her crotch faster across his loins, compelling his cock to try to go even deeper as delicious shock waves soared through her entire body.

"Yes, oh, yes! Give it to me, Vaughn, oh, God, give it to me!"

Being totally engrossed in her orgasm, Essence had no inkling of what was happening as an enraged Barely flung her body violently to the floor. He jumped up, ignoring the pain that ripped through his broken leg from the action.

"What the fuck!" Essence yelled seconds later, as she realized what had happened to her. "Are you crazy?" she cried out, thoroughly confused by his action.




Prankster Ch. 06



"Lying whore!" he spat out. "You ain't nothing but a lying, no good, motherfucking whore!"

"What? What did I do, Barely, baby?"

"I ain't your baby. You're a two-bit cunt. Get out! Get out! Get out, before I cut your throat.

Moving with alacrity that only the very frightened possess if they are not frozen in place, Essence quickly gathered her clothing, and backed away from him.

When Barely made a move toward her, she opened the door and stepped outside and finished dressing in the corridor, ignoring the stares of several neighbors who had opened their doors to see what the commotion was about. 

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They were in the shower, washing one another, when Adele asked Sue Ann if she had thought about Pruett taking any reprisal against her.

"No," she said, holding the wash cloth to Adele's large breast. "Why?"

"You hurt him pretty bad, didn't you?"

"Not me. The guys beat him up. All I did was kick him in the balls."

"But you had the guys beat him up."

"Pruett don't know that," she said adamantly, moving the cloth over the older woman's hairy bush.

"Are you kidding? Of course he knows it. You accused him of raping you. That's why the guys beat him up."

"You think?"

"I know, lamb chop. Believe me, Pruett will be looking to even the score."

"I just evened the score," Sue Ann said, not understanding the ramifications inherent in the revenge cycle.

"From your point of view, yes, but think about the situation from Pruett's perspective," Adele said, pulling the young woman tight against her so that they were breast to breast.

"Mmmm, I like that," Sue Ann sighed.

"Me too," Adele whispered over the roar of the shower.

"I have an idea," Adele said.

"What?"

"Maybe you should go to the cops, tell them he tried to rape you; that you ran away and then followed him into the bar and put the guys on him."

"Sounds like a plan," Sue Ann said thoughtfully. "Should I call them, or go down to the stationhouse?"

"Maybe going down would save you time. Remember he didn't actually rape you. He tried and you got away from him. When you saw that he wasn't following you, you retraced your steps and saw him. You followed him into the bar. Then you met the guys as they were going into the place, and you asked them to help you out."

"Let's get dressed," Sue Ann said. "You coming with me?"

"You bet I am, sweetie."

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Tony's cell phone rang, and he dug it out of his jeans and answered, "Hello?" A female voice asked in a business-like tone, "Is this Mr. Tony Giaprovino?" "Yeah?" he answered, wondering who the female caller was.

"This is Sonya Reardon; I'm an RN at St Boniface Catholic Hospital."

"Um, yeah?"

"Do you know a Mr. Pruett?"

"Yeah, I know Pruett. He's my . . . my business partner."

"Well, Mr. Pruett is most anxious to converse with you," she said slowly, as if speaking to a child.

"So put him on."

"His jaw is broken and wired shut. He has several things written on a sheet of paper that he wants me to read to you."

"Broken? His jaw is broken?"

"He has some other injuries as well. Perhaps you'd prefer to visit him personally?" Nurse Reardon said, obviously uncomfortable at being thrust into the messenger role.

"Can you give me the gist of it?"

"Yes, he says . . . and I quote. 'Tomorrow night . . . Crazy's . . . we have okay to shoot during peak hours. Maybe 2000 plus breakers there. Should be a gold mine.' "

"I'm coming over there, Nurse . . . Reardon, is it?"

"Yes, but I'll be off duty in twenty minutes. But visiting hours are until nine PM, so you have plenty of time."

"Thank you," he said politely. "Tell Pruett I'm on my way."

He hung up and stared at the ceiling. 'How the fuck did he break his jaw?' Tony asked himself, and then shrugged. With Pruett anything was possible.

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With Essence gone, Barely stared at the wall of his room for a good hour, and then struggled to get dressed. His sorrow was increased by the fact that he could still smell her fragrance. For that matter, he could still smell her sexually on himself, and the bed. With a goodly amount of pain, he undressed himself, and took a shower trying to escape her scent. He dressed again, and went out. He decided to drown his sorrow with a few drinks. ________________________________________

Tony ran up the hospital steps and pushed through the revolving doors at the entrance. He had to ask at information for Pruett's room number, and then waited several minutes for an elevator.

On seeing his friend, he was taken aback. Pruett's face was bruised, as was his left arm. Of course he knew that his jaw was wired but couldn't see it.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he asked automatically.

"Ugh," Pruett responded and reached for the pad next to the bed. He wrote feveredly for a minute then handed the pad to Tony.

"You were set up by Sue Ann?"

Pruett nodded, took the pad back and wrote some more, and gave it to Tony again.

By and by, Tony had the whole picture. "You probably shouldn't have fucked with her in the first place," he said, and drew a snort from his friend.

"Yeah, I know, she fucked you over good. How did she get those guys to beat you so badly?"

Pruett wrote again.

"Rape? She told them you raped her?" Tony said.

Pruett wrote several more lines.

"The police have you under arrest? What the fuck did she do?" Tony couldn't believe it.

Pruett was scribbling again. He wrote for an extended period then handed the pad to Tony.

Tony read it all without saying a word. What Pruett had written was the entire story. How he had been going from bar to bar, drumming up business for their Girls Gone Wild scheme. How Sue Ann must have followed him, and set the guys on him alleging he had just raped her. How he might lose a testicle from being kicked in the groin. And how he had set up a deal with Crazy's for the following night."

"First things first," Tony told him. "We'll take care of Sue Ann after our business is finished. She ain't going nowhere. This place is all she knows." He proceeded to tell Pruett about Barely Black and Essence. How they had worked out an arrangement to use Vaughn's warehouse for filming and of Vaughn fucking his sister in front of her boyfriend.

Pruett was glad to hear they had a place to shoot, but wondered if Vaughn was still okay with the deal after doing the sister.

"As far as I know, it's still solid," Tony told him. "I'll let Barely know about Crazy's. You know we may need some studs to take care of the girls. I take it that you're out of action, right?"

Sadly, Pruett nodded.

"Any ideas?" he asked.

Glumly, Pruett shook his head.

"Well, there should be any number of drunks willing to fuck 'em, but I don't know how that will go down on film. Won't do to have a good session ruined by the jerk puking all over the babe after, or during the fucking, would it?"

Pruett shrugged.

"Don't worry, I handle it," Tony assured his buddy. You get well. Meanwhile, I'll pop in on Crazy, talk to him. See if he has any special things got to be done, or if I need to do anything so as not to fuck with his business."

Pruett nodded.

"Now, you need anything, Dude?"

Pruett shrugged.

"Well, okay, I'll check in on you tomorrow, let you know what's going down."

Pruett nodded.

"Later Dude," Tony said, and with a brief wave, left the room.

To be continued... 



Prankster Ch. 07



For the record, everyone involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. It may appear otherwise, but when things sort themselves out that's the way it is. 

*

Tony left Pruett, feeling bad about his friend's mishap, but knowing it was something he probably deserved. It was close to seven PM when he parked the van around the corner from Stark Raving Crazy's, and went inside to speak with the owner, Stark Reagan about using his place the following night. 

The bar was crowded, but not packed, because most of the late night clientele were eating, and/or drinking their dinners.

Stark Reagan was in a good mood, and plied Tony with booze as they discussed exactly what Tony and his crew would be doing.

"You don't wanna disrupt the band, understand?" Reagan said, with a strong emphasis. "More importantly, don't let any of them stupid bitches fuck anyone in my place. That's unacceptable, understand? They can show their tits and even their pussies, I don't give a shit, but no fucking; especially since it will be filmed. I'll lose my license anyone sees I used the place for that shit."

"What we'll do, Stark," Tony said amiably, "is to find the ones we want and lure them out to the van. If we get more than the van can handle, and I'm thinking we might. Well, then we take them over to a warehouse and shoot whatever goes down there. So no nasty stuff on the premises . . . does that sound right to you?"

"Yeah, that's good. How many dodos you think will nibble at this scheme of Pruett's and yours?"

"With a full house and it being the next to last big night of Spring Break? I'd say at least a dozen or more."

Stark grabbed his crotch and gave himself a squeeze. "Jesus, I wish I was twenty years younger, I'd be right in there with you guys."

Tony walked around the bar and selected several ideal vantage points from which to set the cameras up. He was about to leave when he felt a breast press up against his right arm. He turned and saw a familiar face smiling at him.

"Well, hi there, Deidre," he said as his eyes dropped to her 40-D sized chest. 

"You remember my name," Deidre cooed, "How nice. I knew you were special, Tony.

Before he could reply, Deidre's companion spoke up. "Remember me, Tony?"

"Yes, Caitlin, I certainly do. And I have to say it's a pleasure to see the both of you again."

"The feeling's mutual, Tony," Caitlin giggled, and leaned against him so that he could feel her breasts as well.

"You interested in a drink? I'm buying," Tony said gallantly.

"Well . . ." Caitlin said.

"Is the van nearby?" Deidre inquired anxiously.

"Around the corner," Tony answered, and felt himself growing erect.

"I'd prefer the van," Deidre said, "Wouldn't you, Caitlin?"

"Much better than another drinkie-poo," she said.

Tony realized both girls were already half-smashed, and took them by their arms and left Crazy's, only to run into Barely, who had also been drinking, and was about to enter the bar.

"Barely, hi. How are you?" Tony said, happy to meet his buddy.

Slurring his words, Barely said, "Oh, yeah . . . my fine, fucking friend, Tony."

"Hey, buddy, I didn't know that shit was going to go down, you know?"

"S'all right, Tony," Barely said slurring his words. "She's had the hots for him all along."

"C'mon, Barely. How could you possibly know?"

The albino laughed. It was a bitter laugh, and no one mistook it for anything else. The girls edged away from him, thinking he was going to start a fight with Tony.

"She called out his name twice when we were getting it on. That's how. Satisfied? Now lemme pass, I'm gonna get smashed."

"I can see that you've started. Oh, hey, I forgot my manners," Tony said. "Barely, this is Caitlin and Deidre, two good, I should say, very good friends of mine. Want to join us? We're headed for the van." 

To Tony's surprise, Barely's eyes roamed over both Deidre and Caitlin. "Why not? Any port in a storm ain't that right?" he said, and smiled at the girls.

Moments later, the four of them were in the van. Tony put some punk music on the radio, and they soon fell into the comfortable rapport of people who've fucked each other before, and had dealt with the consequences. 

The girls quickly accepted Barely, whispering between them as to the size of his penis. 

Tony, having heard the girls, nudged Barely and told him to take it out and show them. Barely did so, and although he remained flaccid, his size was apparent to both girls.

"Wow, very impressive," Deidre said. Tony watched as her nipples began to poke against the tight material of her T-shirt.

"I see you're not wearing my T-Shirt," Tony said, intending to tease her.

"I wore it last night," she replied.

"Yeah, Caitlin said, "Until that stupid basketball player from West Virginia tore it off you."

"No fair telling stories out of school," Deidre said in protest.

"I'll give you both new ones, Tony said.

"Oh, that's great!" Caitlin chirped, and peeled her T-shirt off, revealing her ample breasts for the guys to admire.

Deidre promptly removed hers, and both girls assumed a variety of poses modeling their breasts for Barely's inspection.

"Like 'em?" Caitlin asked.

"Very much," Barely said, and to support his words, his formidable cock began to rise.

"Oh, Tony," Deidre said, excitedly, "I gotta show you this thong I picked up yesterday." That said, she peeled off her shorts, and thrust her pelvis out at him to reveal a light blue thong.

With an evil giggle, Caitlin stuck her fingers into the front of Deidre's thong and yanked. This wedged the garment into her crack and caused Deidre to leap up and out of her seat, clutching at the fabric wedged into her ass crack.

"God damn you!" Deidre bellowed. "I told you to knock that shit off earlier!"

"Sorry! Sorry!" Caitlin laughed, and scampered to the other side of the van, safely out of Deidre's reach.

Moments later, a more subdued Deidre sat on Tony's lap. He took in her perfumed scent, as well as the faint fumes of the vodka she'd consumed earlier.

Caitlin sat next to Barely and cupped her milk-white breasts. "I was gonna sit on your lap, but I don't know, you being in that cast and all. What happened to you?"

"I broke my leg in a fall," he said simply, and left it at that.

Caitlin accepted his story and leaned into him, saying, "You're awfully quiet, you know?"

"I had a fight with my girl," he told her.

"That's terrible," she replied. "I just hate that . . . but making up is sure fun."

"Is it?" Barely said, the bitterness he felt seemed to hang on each word.

"Oh, like that huh?" Caitlin said and reached for his cock, gave it a friendly squeeze. "Want me to make you feel better?"

"I don't know," he said. "I guess, but I'm not myself tonight."

"Well, I'm certainly horny," and rather than asking Tony to abandon Deidre, she called out, "Dee Dee, baby, wanna make out with me?"

Deidre looked at Tony. He nodded his approval, and she slid off his lap to sit on the mattress next to them.

"All right, Dee, let's get it on," she said huskily.

Tony reached behind him and found the camera. He checked the various settings and mechanisms and made sure it was ready to film the action then brought it to his eye. He focused on the two girls and pressed the button and began filming the two women.

Even watching through the lens of his camera, Tony could see that Deidre's eyes seemed to sparkle as she whispered to Caitlin in hushed tones. The conversation seemed innocent enough, but the look in Deidre's eye did not.

After what seemed a very long time, Deidre began to trace her delicate fingers from Caitlin's waist, over her hips, and down along her thighs. Caitlin responded by brushing tendrils of Deidre's hair back away from her face. The touches were slight and gentle, not overtly sexual, but as each woman looked deep into the other's eyes, the meaning and intent became very clear.

There was a pause in the conversation, and then Deidre leaned over suddenly and kissed Caitlin directly on the lips. Tony took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes.

'Motherfucker,' Tony thought, 'could this be true? Maybe I'm dreaming.'

But Barely quickly assured him that he was not dreaming, saying, "Shit man, they gonna eat one another!"

Caitlin took a last gulp of her beer, and allowed her can to drop gently to the floor of the van. She wrapped her arms around Deidre, and returned her kiss hungrily. Lips parted and tongues entwined under Tony's watchful camera eye. Finally Deidre broke the torrid kiss, stood up, and stepped back smiling. Her gaze swept over Caitlin, starting at her delicate, painted toes and moved slowly, rapturously along Caitlin's lanky body.

"God, you are beautiful," mouthed Deidre. Tony and his camera, both read her lips, and her intentions.

Caitlin began to peel her thong off, while Deidre lay back on the bed. She stretched her arms over her head and smiled luridly at Caitlin. Each woman's lust was obvious, but neither seemed in a hurry. The intense desire for each other projected all the way through the camera's innocent eye and into both men's minds.

"I have been thinking about this all week," whispered Caitlin.

Deidre glowed as she responded, "You are so beautiful."

Tony couldn't stand having his cock confined any longer. He unzipped his fly, and freed his already stiff dick.

"That's not true, but thanks for saying it anyway," a demurred Caitlin answered after a moment.

With an overly dramatic flourish, Deidre took one breast in each hand and began to massage the tips gently. When she released them again, the large areolas had coalesced into thick protruding nipples, dark and uneven.

"Give me a taste," Caitlin said. "Please?"

Deidre smiled down at Caitlin, and then walked to a point where she was straddling her friend, her breasts swaying with each step. Caitlin sat up and waited expectantly. Deidre maneuvered between Caitlin's legs, placed a gentle hand on Caitlin's chin, and lifted her face upward. Deidre took a deep breath and kissed Caitlin again. 

This time her tongue obviously probed Caitlin's soft mouth. Caitlin responded by taking one of Deidre's huge nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolling it back and forth. Everyone in the van heard Deidre's satisfied moan. Deidre closed her eyes, and tossed her head back in ecstasy. When she did so, Caitlin put Deidre's dark nipple into her mouth.

"Oh, god, that feels so good," Deidre moaned aloud.

Tony stared at his computer screen. Deidre's body was something to behold. Her huge breasts, tiny waist, and full hips created the classic female shape of past centuries. Her bush, although neatly trimmed, seemed somehow to be out of a past era as well. Tony fondled his rock hard cock, and tried to comprehend his good fortune. 

He still could not believe what he was witnessing. It was a voyeur's dream come true, and he was getting it on film.

Barely had his camera going too, zooming in close as he knelt alongside the air mattress both girls were on.

"I want to taste you," whispered Caitlin. "Can I taste you, sweet Deidre?"

Deidre answered by moving closer until Caitlin's face was inches from her wiry pubic hair. 

Caitlin ran her hands lightly over Deidre's flanks, cupped her cheeks and then ran a finger along the crack of her friend's ass.

Time seemed to stand still, as Caitlin seemed content with simply staring at Deidre's pussy, and caressing her ass, savoring its firmness. 

Until Deidre moaned loudly, "Eat me! C'mon, Cat, eat me!"

Then suddenly, a long, pointed tongue emerged from Caitlin's mouth and pushed its way into Deidre's waiting slit.

"Holy shit," muttered Tony. 

Caitlin's tongue danced against Deidre's wet labia and her clit until she was forced to stop in order to catch her breath. Then without a word being spoken, Deidre dropped to her knees and bade Caitlin to lie on her back. She raised Caitlin's long legs up and onto her shoulders. 

Caitlin stretched her arms out and closed her eyes in anticipation. Deidre lifted one delicate foot to her mouth and began to kiss and suck on Caitlin's foot as if it was a most precious delicacy. Caitlin lay back, and began to rub her cunt with a growing need.

Both cameras were rolling, capturing every minute detail. Tony glanced at his monitor as a look of total lust came over Deidre's face. Her eyes moved up and down Caitlin's body for a moment and then, with uncharacteristic quickness, Deidre vigorously pressed her face into Caitlin's almost hairless pussy. Caitlin's reaction was instantaneous and positive. She grasped Deidre's head and ground her hips against the onslaught.

Barely's heart was pounding, and he fought to keep his hands from shaking. One thought permeated his mind: 'I have to fuck the both of them.'

"Oh, God . . . oh, God . . . I'm gonna cum!" Caitlin shouted.

"Don't stop, Dee Dee! Please don't stop!" 

"Kiss me there . . . yes, there . . . right there . . . ."

"Oh, sweet Jesus!"

Thus encouraged, Deidre increased her ardor. Her tongue flicked out over and over again on her engorged clitoris, massaging the little nub tenderly one time, and then roughly the next. When Caitlin came, it seemed to her as if she 

were riding the cusp of a high mountain avalanche. "OH, GOD!"

"Enough! Enough! I can't take anymore. Oh, sweet Jesus, it's just too much!"

But Deidre was relentless in her desire to bring Caitlin to yet another orgasm even better than the current one, and ignored her anguished cries. Finally, Caitlin tugged Deidre's face away from her pussy, and held her torrid body tightly against her as she rode the remainder of her great cum.

For a very long while, Caitlin and Deidre simply clung to each other. Then they kissed, and followed by rolling around on the air mattress, first with Caitlin on top, then with Deidre in the superior position. 

Tony signaled Barely to keep shooting. Deidre now had at least two fingers fully extended in Caitlin's cunt, stirring them around, and caused Caitlin to groan with pleasure as she continued rooting around in her purse.

"I love doing it with you," Caitlin said, her voice low and husky. "Come here," Caitlin said with a smile, "I want to suck that finger after where it's been."

"And where's it been, sweetie?" As if Tony and Barely had no idea of what was transpiring, Caitlin said in an aside to them, "It's been in my pussy."

Deidre stood up and held the finger to Barely's nose. Tony captured the moment as the Albino sniffed and then inhaled the aroma. Caitlin grabbed Deidre's wrist and brought the finger to her lips, and gently sucked it into her mouth. "Like a little cock," she said, and then giggled inanely.

"So," Deidre said, "do you like it?"

"It tastes lovely, baby. Tastes scrumptious."

Barely limped around the van, scrounging a spare camera and some close-up lenses, before repositioning himself so that what he filmed next would not conflict with what Tony was recording. "I think she wants it up her ass," Deidre said in a matter-of-fact manner, looking straight into Tony's camera.

Then holding the finger out for the camera to see clearly, she gaily waved it in the air, and zoomed in on her target, penetrating Caitlin's tight little pucker to the second knuckle, and then hooked the finger so that it was caressing the walls of her tight little hole.

"Deidre . . . " Caitlin moaned, as she pushed against the finger in her ass. "You are sooo fucking GOOD at this!"

Tony dropped to his knees to get a better angle of Deidre's actions, and caught her as she took her finger from Caitlin's ass, and replaced it with her lovely tongue, perversely working it feverishly inside Caitlin's rectum.

"Oh, Christ! Oh, Christ!" Caitlin moaned. "Let me . . . let me."

"Let you what?"

"Let me taste you."

Deidre pulled Caitlin's head up to hers and they kissed wetly, sucking wantonly on each other's tongue, dribbling long strings of saliva into the other's mouth and then drawing it back slowly, erotically, and Tony caught every second of it on tape.

Eventually, Caitlin moaned with an even more urgent desire, and they fell upon one another, entangling their legs as they twisted and squirmed around until finally getting comfortable when Caitlin's breasts pressed firmly against those of Deidre's.

They rubbed their tits together; Caitlin working her fingers between them and tweaking Deidre's elongated nipples, so that the other moaned from the pleasure. Turning Deidre on her side, Caitlin began licking her way down Deidre's neck to her breasts. 

Barely was right on this shot, leaning precariously on his cast enclosed leg, capturing Deidre's swollen nipple as it was bitten into by Caitlin's bright, white teeth.

Soon Deirdre's breasts were smeared with Caitlin's saliva, and only then did Caitlin shift so that Deidre could return the favor. 

She didn't waste a second, pouncing forward to suck on Caitlin's tits. The sight of them nursing each other had both men highly aroused, and ready to fuck the girls at the earliest opportunity.

The girls stopped momentarily, and looked at Tony and Barely, broad grins on their gorgeous faces. 

"We sure seem to be making those cocks hard," Caitlin said reaching out to caress Barely's rigid prick.

"Oh, yeah," Deidre said in agreement as she grabbed Tony's crotch and jerked his hard-on several times. 

"Mmmm, Tony?" Deidre asked, sounding as content as a kitten after drinking a saucer full of cream. "Do you want to see Caitlin eat my pussy. I mean really eat it?"

"Sure," he replied.

"Want to see two chicks fucking each other?"

"That would be fine," he replied, failing to subdue the excitement in his voice.

Caitlin nuzzled her way between Deidre's wide spread thighs, spreading them even wider with her hands on Deidre's sweaty knees. "He wants to watch us, Dee Dee. They don't want to fuck us. They want to see us going at it."

"So," Deidre said with a lust crazed look in her eyes," Let's give them a show they'll never forget!" 

She forced her mouth between Deidre's thighs, burying it in the sweetness of her cunt. Then, using her hands knowledgably, she parted Deidre's thighs just a bit further so Barely could film in extreme close-up, as she got her pussy eaten. 

Caitlin thrust her tongue out all the way and touched Deidre's cunt with just the very tip, barely stroking it. Barely, leaned his camera against the arm of the chair he was now sitting in, and started stroking his cock, jerking it slowly, evenly, up and down, as Caitlin delved more fully into Deidre's cunt.

Arching her back in response, Deidre whimpered as Caitlin's tongue plunged into her. Then Caitlin scooted forward, lifting Deidre's ass, and bending her knees. This allowed her to get hold of Deidre's buttocks and squeeze them tightly, holding on for dear life as she ate her friend to an orgasm that had to be seen to be believed.

"Oh, God!" Deidre moaned. "Eat my pussy . . . I want you to eat it!"

Seconds later, she screamed, "Fuck, yeah . . . EAT ME!"

Caitlin threw her head back and shook her hair wildly from side to side. Her tits glistened from Deidre's saliva, and Tony was sorely tempted to stop filming and just latch on to her swollen nipples. But he managed to retain his self control and kept shooting. He would not regret it, for as he suspected, this footage would be considered a masterpiece, and sell hundreds of thousands of tapes in the months to come.

Meanwhile, Deidre's undulating body was making both men hornier with each tongue stroke that Caitlin laid on her glistening pussy.

Deidre came hard. And while she was in the throes of her orgasm, Caitlin scrambled to the empty chair on which her purse lay, and reaching in, removed a rather long, lethal looking, double-headed dildo.

A huge smile spread across Deidre's face as she saw what Caitlin had in mind for her, or them. But Deidre surprised everyone by lunging forward, and pulling Barely down to meet her mouth, and the serpentine tongue coiled, and waiting inside. As he recognized what had to be the taste of Caitlin's cunt on his lips, Barely dropped his camera. 




Prankster Ch. 07



Caitlin, not to be outdone by her female competitor, took Tony's rigidly hard prick in both hands and brought it to her mouth and was already deep throating him, when Deidre, dildo still in hand, left the bewildered black albino, and slapped Caitlin on the ass. 

Caitlin abandoned her cocksucking, and joined Deidre, who placed her so that they were sitting with their pussies facing each other. The girls moaned passionately as their breasts mashed together; and they kissed long and fervently. Deidre kissed each one of her friend's eyelids, and then inserted one of the dildo's two heads in Caitlin's pussy. That done, she wriggled about so that she could introduce the other end to her own cunt as well.

Tony swallowed, watching through his lens, as the girls took hold of each other's hands and began to pull, dragging their asses closer to the other.

Their moans grew louder, as the dildo sliced deeper into each of their mushy pussies.

"This is kinky as hell, Tony," Barely whispered, having picked his camera up while the girls set to inserting the two-headed dildo into themselves. He was hoping the cameras didn't pick his voice up. But it did, and they would have to erase it later during the editing process.

The two women continued to squirm and writhe toward each other until their legs were completely entwined. Only the mid-portion of the dildo was visible between their respective cunt's. The girls appeared to be conjoined, as it were. 

Tony figured the thing had to be a foot and a half long, and the bulbous twin-heads were comparatively much larger than either Tony's or Barely's own genitals. 

Both men continued to gawk at the women, not believing their eyes. Barely was the first to reach for his camera and start shooting.

Caitlin was looking down between her breasts as the dildo slid in and out of both their pussies. Barely zoomed in for a close-up of her clit, for it was standing straight out between her widely parted labia. 

Caitlin let out a squeal of pleasure, and started bucking her hips back and forth, trying to shove the dildo deeper into Deidre's pussy. Deidre started fucking her body back and forth too, and once they had their thrusts synchronized, it was as if the guys were filming an extraordinary lesbian ballet.

Tony surmised that they had done this, or something very similar, before. Suddenly, the two juicy femmes began to pound against one another. Tony felt them picking up speed without losing a beat, as they mashed their pussies on the shaft of the double-headed dildo. The two women were soon panting and gasping for air, as they fucked themselves silly with the cock that would never go soft, or shrivel up and pop ashamedly from their respective cunts. They were incredibly turned on, perhaps because they could see and hear the other's excitement and their own pending orgasms.

Deirdre whimpered, and then, arching her body away from her partner, began squeezing her end of the dildo out in quarter inch segments, until perhaps an inch and a half of the device had exited her cuntal cavity. Two or three more seconds might have passed before she went rigid, grunted twice, and began her orgasm. 

A violent tremor shook her, and her cunt clamped down around the steely-hard, yet flexible instrument, overruling Deidre's conscious effort to disengage, and instead, drew it back into her, as deep as it had ever been.

Caitlin was attempting essentially the same thing, only with more success than her partner. Her motions were shorter, but faster than Deidre's had been, and the thick, swollen knob gradually surrendered until she was able to grip a portion of it and pull the long, wet shaft out of her cunt with her left hand. The second the huge phallus passed by her swollen labia, Caitlin began cuming. A mucus-like glob of her bodily fluid, evidently bottled up by the dildo until it assumed a congealed state, surged out of her cunt to coat her crotch and upper right thigh.

The two women paused, panting, and licking each other's faces. They appeared to reach some type of agreement without saying a word and, with Caitlin tugging her end of the dildo and Deidre grunting, while shoving herself away from Caitlin, the dildo popped out of Deirdre's pussy, making a sound not unlike a fart.

Barely set his camera down and held his cock in his fist, sliding his hand up and down on the shaft.

Caitlin eased the head of the great dildo back into her gaping hole, and eyed it hungrily. Deirdre leaned forward and put her fingertips on the shaft, stroking it up and down as it jiggled inside Caitlin's pussy. Then she took a firm hold of the slimy shaft, and tugged it out of Caitlin's still gushing hole.

Caitlin's nude body twitched, as Deirdre pulled on the dildo; she clutched at her tits as her cunt voided the two-headed instrument; and then, moving very slowly, she sat up, and looked at Deirdre with what could only be the hungriest of desires.

She glanced at Barely, saw him jerking off and huskily whispered, "Cum on her, my one legged black man; cum on her for me. Give her a pearl necklace."

Barely grunted and shifted position so that he was facing Deidre. Three strokes later he was cumming; jet after jet of his sperm rocketed from his swollen prick, landing rope-like on her chin, and then just above her breasts.

With as lewd a smile as Tony had ever seen, Caitlin slowly lifted the glistening dildo to her mouth, and began licking the closer head, slurping off the greasy juices from Deidre's cunt. She took her time, enjoying the show she was putting on for the others. When she was satisfied that she had absorbed all the nectar from that end of the fake phallus, she turned it around and devoured her own nectar, making exaggerated slurping sounds as she did so.

Caitlin glanced in Tony's direction, and he caught a glimpse of her flicking her tongue at him, as if inviting him to join her. Putting his camera down, he straddled Caitlin's wet, shining face, and presented his erection to her gapingly wide mouth. Caitlin absorbed his length into her mouth, moaned happily and started sucking voraciously upon him. Tony felt her shudder, felt the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest. Caitlin moaned, a little louder this time. 

With Tony's dick firmly encased in the oval of her mouth, Caitlin felt of his testicles. He moaned in ecstasy and, unable to hold his excitement off, began to cum as Caitlin sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, until his ball sacs were emptied. 

"Man, you ever see anything like it?' Tony said, holding his spent member in his hand, obviously amazed at what had just occurred.

Barely replied, "No, man, never." And then to both girls, he said in hushed tones, "You girls were fantastic, really, fantastic."

Deidre had a radiant expression of her face. She wore the warm, serene glow of a happy, contented woman. Occasionally she scrunched her pretty face up in an orgasmic contraction, showing the depth of her immense arousal.

Caitlin had a similar expression, but her eyes were riveted on Barely's crotch.

"Are you really black?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," he answered.

"But you look kinda white, you know?"

"I'm a black albino," he told her.

"Well, are you ready to stick that black albino dick in me?"

"Give me a minute to recover, all right?"

"I need to cum and soon," she said, pouting like a spoiled brat.

Barely carefully eased his cast encased leg to the mattress, and lay down beside her.

"You are going to put that thing of yours in me, right?"

"I am . . . I will," he said with a certainty she found hard to believe.

But when he lay on his back, relief spread across Caitlin's face.

"Don't hurt him," Deidre called out, concerned over the albino's well being.

"He can fuck her," Tony told Deidre. "Just settle back and watch. Play with my dick, you want to."

She wanted too, and did so, as Barely pulled Caitlin on top of him.

Caitlin leaned over him and kissed his lips. Her breasts brushed against his naked chest. She rose up on her knees, leaned back, wrapping her hand around his rapidly swelling cock. She spread her legs, guiding him to her sodden sex. Barely watched as she slowly ground down on him; gradually enveloping his entire cock, easily taking all of him into her. 

"I'm not so tight, am I?" she asked, giggling.

Deidre gave Tony's cock an idle lick or two, and then seemed content to look on, as Caitlin threw her head back and gasped, arching back as the albino plunged inches deeper. Caitlin rose up higher on her knees, nearly letting him fall from her, before sliding back down hard upon his wet shaft. 

"Oh, fuck," Caitlin whispered, riding him slowly, "This is the real thing . . . I've missed it so much." 

"Looked like the dildo was doing great stud service, you ask me," Barely said affably, while trying to steady her hips as she rode him. He attempted to thrust up into her, but the movement put too much pressure on his injured leg, so he contented himself with allowing Caitlin to control the action. She leaned over, presenting her modest-sized breasts to his mouth, and teased his lips with her taut nipples as she rocked slowly on his cock.

Tony was now rock hard, and entered a very wet Deidre from behind, milking each of her huge tits in turn, while she groaned with pleasure.

Caitlin groaned as Barely locked his mouth over her right breast, and her movements sped up. He grabbed her hips, and guided them back and forth on his prick, seeking his release. 

Caitlin felt him tense, as he started the powerful spurting into her pussy. She was close too; just a few more seconds and she would have been there too. 

In frustration, Caitlin lowered a hand to her clit, and started frigging herself rapidly, still bucking on Barely's semi-erection until she felt the familiar tingling deep within her. 

Caitlin's toes crinkled as she collapsed on him in a heap, squirming in another powerful orgasm. Tony teased Deidre, rubbing his hard-on up and down her wet slitted opening. She whimpered, "That's so fucking good. Please, put it in . . . fuck me . . . Jesus Christ, I'm so fucking wet!" She moaned, and kept moaning, as Tony played with her clit, manipulating it with the tip of his cock rather than ramming it into her. When he began to tire of her pleading, he worked his cock between her upper cunt lips, and then slid it down gradually, sinking easily into her swampy pussy.

Deidre screamed with pleasure, and put her hands against the side of the van to maintain her balance.

"Oh, yes," she begged. "Do me. That's good... right there... you know where, oh, Christ . . . just do me!"

Tony dragged back on his hips, pulling his cock slightly out of her, and then shoved it in hard, feeling her pussy walls stretching around him. "Fuck me hard! Oh, yeah . . . I want you to ride me hard!"

Tony obliged her, pounding his hips between her widely parted thighs. Deidre was going crazy, writhing and squirming beneath him, as Tony plunged his dick into her sopping hole. 

He was grunting and fucking her wildly. Deidre's extra large tits were bouncing crazily, threatening to harm either him or her, at any given moment.

Deidre finally gasped and followed it with a long, low moan of ecstasy, as she started to cum. Tony continued pounding away at her.

Then Deidre threw back her head and screamed, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Her body twitched three times. Tony felt her cunt muscles contracting around his cock as he boned her harder than ever.

Then he too was coming. "Oh, baby," he cried out, "I'm cumming inside you!"

"Oh, yeah! Cum in my pussy!" Deidre yelled out joyously.

His pistoning cock forced some of the jizm to dribble out onto her thighs, and then he felt himself growing soft.

The next thing he was aware of was flopping loosely from her cum-filled cunt. Tony collapsed on top of Deidre, his arms holding tightly to her breasts.

Deidre, panting hard and obviously still cumming, managed to gasp, "Oh . . . oh . . . I love getting fucked like this . . . guys and girls . . . amounts to the perfect fuck!"

Tony slowly raised his head, and kissed her on the tip of the nose. "You two were simply fantastic. I'm gonna need to see your driver's licenses, you know, to corroborate the fact that both of you are over eighteen. For the record, you know?"

"Meow," Deidre said. "That was my pussy talking."

Caitlin took a fit of giggling.

"All that fluid coming out of it, I wonder where it found its voice," Barely said, trying to sound serious. Everyone broke up at that, and after several more minutes they started to get dressed.

To his surprise, the girls asked Tony and Barely if they would join them in doing some of the clubs around town that evening. Barely declined, telling them that he was still despondent about breaking up with Essence. Caitlin kissed him on the lips and hugged him tightly, then told him, "I understand, sweetie. I'd feel blue if it were me too."

"Maybe you should give her a call;" Deidre said, the empathy she felt toward him was clearly evident on her face. "You know, not tonight, but in a day or so. She'll have had time to think things over by then. Could be she'll say something that might change your mind. You never know."

Caitlin had one thing to add. "Call her. You'll want to know. Not knowing really sucks."

"Hey, thanks for the advice, ladies," Barely said. "And y'all take care of my man Tony, here." 

"We will," Caitlin giggled. 

"Yes, we will," Deidre said, and they made arrangements with Tony to meet him around midnight, at Crazy's.

The two girls sauntered off, with both Tony and Barely staring after them.

"They be somethin' else," Barely said, reverting to his ghetto speak.

"Sure 'nuff," Tony said and laughed.

"Want to work on today's stuff?" Tony said, hoping Barely would agree.

"Yeah, why not?" Barely replied, as he got back into the van and drove off. "I've got some replicating equipment over at my place. Ain't got nothin' better to do." ________________________________________

Sue Ann had been back calling out orders at Burger King for about an hour when two young girls happened in wearing Girls Gone Wild T-shirts.

After serving them, she told Adele she needed ten minutes, and joined the girls at their table.

"Hi, I couldn't help but notice your T-shirts. Did you really get them from those guys running around town?"

"You like them, huh?" the shorter blonde said happily.

"They're really wild. Did you . . . you know, have to earn them?"

Both girls giggled. To Sue Ann's less than discerning eye it appeared both were under age. Sue Ann was mistaken in this, but seeking revenge against Pruett a plan began to form in her mind, as she inquired, "For real now, did you have to fuck them to get the tees?"

"Oh, for sure," the other blonde said. "I'm Heather," she added, "and this is Kristy."

"You did?" Sue Ann said feigning astonishment.

"It helped that we were a little drunk, and that they were kinda good-lookin' and all," Heather replied. 

Kristy, still trying to impress, stuck her chest out, calling unnecessary attention to her over abundant chest.

"I'm just guessing now," Sue Ann said, "but you two can't be eighteen."

"We got ID's, wanna see?" Kristy said cheerfully.

"Yeah, lemme see," Sue Ann said.

Heather fished around in her little purse and found her ID, and held it out for Sue Ann's inspection. 

"Nineteen?" Sue Ann said skeptically. "No way."

"What do you mean, no way? It's my driver's license. Any cop will accept it why wouldn't you?"

"You... don't look a day over sixteen, that's why," Sue Ann said ruefully, and then turned to Kristy.

"What?" Kristy said, wondering what authority this strange woman had.

"And you... you have ID as well?" Sue Ann said skeptically.

"I'm eighteen and a half," Kristy said gnawing at her lower lip.

Seeing that Kristy was making no effort to show her a driver's license, Sue Ann went on the offensive.

"You ain't but sixteen!"

"Eighteen!" Kristy shouted back.

Thinking she might have the means of getting really even with Pruett in front of her, Sue Ann thought quickly and realized she needed Adele's help.

Kristy was still rambling on about losing her license. "I lost my damn ID first night in town."

Heather jumped in. "She got sick, probably puked it down the toilet with everything else. Kristy can't hold her booze, and there certainly was plenty of that floating around that night."

"Ugh," Kristy said, "don't remind me."

"Who were the guys?"

"I remember one was named Pruitt," Heather said. "I can't recall the other guy's name. He was real nice though."

"So you had to fuck Pruitt?" Sue Ann asked.

"I guess," Heather said, admitting to doing the dirty deed for a T-shirt.

"Excuse me one minute," Sue Ann said. "I have to clear something with my boss. Please don't leave, I wanna hear this story. It sounds so exciting."

After getting assurances from the two girls, Sue Ann made for Adele's office and found the mini-tape recorder she kept in her middle drawer. Adele walked in as Sue Ann was testing the batteries, and on hearing what was going on, said, "Get it all on tape, honey. We'll hang those bastards."

"My thoughts exactly," Sue Ann replied and turning the mini-recorder to the on position, hurried back to the two blondes.

"Okay, okay," Sue Ann said excitedly, "so how did it happen?"

"Well," Kristy said, "they asked us if we wanted to become famous." 

"Who did the asking?"

"Um, Pruitt, I think," Kristy said.

"For sure, it was him," Heather said supporting her friend's testimony.

"And then he asked us if we'd ever seen a Girls Gone Wild video," Kristy said.

Heather chimed in with, "Gave us a couple drinks too."

"Yeah, gin and tonic," Kristy said, nodding her head.

"I remember telling them I hadn't seen any of the videos, but had heard about them, and they were hot."

"Lots of girl on girl," Heather put in. "Kissing each other and stuff . . ."

"Giving head to other girls and guys, and fucking everything in sight," Kristy put in to finish Heather's sentence for her.

"So what happened to the two of you?" Sue Ann asked, ever the diligent reporter.

"Heather sucked him off," Kristy said. "I would have, but she beat me to his dick. The other guy filmed it all."

Kristy kept going; she was on a roll, playing back her memory of the event.

"After a while, he told Heather to put his dick in me."

"Who was it asked this?" Sue Ann asked.

"Pruett. Who else?" Heather replied matter-of-factly.

"Hey, wait!" Heather exclaimed. "Before I gave him head and all, he had us go down on each other, remember?"

"Shit! How could I forget that? We never even thought about doing that before. "

"Yeah," Kristy sighed, remembering. "I fingered you to a terrific cum. Then the other guy put his camera down, and went down on you."

"Turned out to be some fucking party," Heather said, "Should have been there, Sue Ann."

"I wish," Sue Ann replied, hoping the damn recorder was getting all of the conversation. She seriously doubted the two girls would repeat their story after this telling.

"Well, Kristy ate me out," Heather said, smiling at her friend. "We've done it a couple times since. We're getting the hang of it. You ever done it, Sue Ann?"

"As a matter-of-fact, I have," she admitted, and blushed in embarrassment.

The two blondes thought it was the cutest thing, Sue Ann blushing like that, and giggled inanely.

Sue Ann made two more attempts to get the girls to name the other guy in the van. She knew it had to have been Tony, but the girls were either to intelligent to name him, or too dumb to recall his name.

________________________________________ At ten to twelve, Tony caught up with Caitlin and Deirdre at Crazy's. They met another couple, and hopped into a rented limo, went to a private party at a condo penthouse overlooking the bay. Twenty minutes after arriving at the party, Tony was stoned and sitting between Caitlin and Deidre. Deidre said she had just seen someone she knew and left Tony and Caitlin. Caitlin gave Tony a Mona Lisa like smile and flipped up her little blue sun dress. 




Prankster Ch. 07



Tony promptly placed a hand between her legs and began probing the wet folds of her pussy. In less than two minutes, the stoned Caitlin was squirming around on the sofa as she came from his fingers. 

The couple they had arrived with returned, and sat down across from them. Tony learned that their names were Sam and Joanie. 

Tony slowly removed his hand from between Caitlin's legs and put his fingers into his mouth. Joanie, knowing exactly what he had been up to, giggled and parted her thighs enough to provide Tony with a good view of her own cunt.

Turning his head to Caitlin, Tony said, "She's got a nice pussy."

"Um," Caitlin responded. "I'd like to taste her for about an hour or so."

"You would, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," Caitlin said sexily.

"Well, give it your best shot," Tony said, and stood up.

"You're not leaving me!" Caitlin protested.

"Gotta take a piss," he said and made his way to the restroom.

When he returned, Tony found that Sam and Joanie had joined Caitlin on the sofa. They were both stroking Caitlin's thighs and breasts. They weren't the only ones fooling around at the party. Several couples were engaged in one form of sexual misconduct or another. A blonde woman, past her best years, was pulling a train near the bar with three other women.

Tony leaned back and watched as Caitlin and Joanie kissed. Several minutes later, Sam was lapping at Caitlin's cunt, and Tony was on his knees pumping his cock into Joanie from behind as she knelt facing the sofa, giving Caitlin and Sam the occasional kiss on their genitals when the opportunity presented itself.

Tony didn't come, and eventually pulled out of Joanie, who turned around at the loss of his manhood, and parted her pouty lips to accept his erection in her mouth. 

Sam had hold of Caitlin's jiggling ass cheeks, while fingering her cunt. Her hips rocked as he manipulated his fingers into her. Tony found Joanie's mouth and tongue a talented pairing, and told her so. He helped her up and they squeezed onto the sofa with Sam and Caitlin; Tony hungrily dove between her legs, to suck on her large, protruding labia's delicate folds.

Caitlin was now blowing Sam, and Joanie's legs were behind her head, with Tony fingering her ass and cunt, using both hands to hasten her torrid climax. Sam paused to roll a condom on, and then pumped Caitlin like a rabbit on speed. It looked fantastic, but Caitlin later told Tony and Deidre that his technique was too hard and artless for her. 

Deidre returned from her adventure and squatted on the floor next to the sofa, admiring the foursome's antics.

One thing she kept talking about later was how Joanie had placed a condom on the tip of Tony's cock and rolled it down with her lips. "I've got to master that one," she giggled over a glass of white wine some minutes later, after Sam and Joanie had moved on.

"So how did you like my style?" Tony asked with a smile following Deidre's remark. "You know how to fuck, that's for sure," she told him. Tony nodded, appreciating her comment. "You didn't plow her like the back forty, like that Cossack did Caitlin. You varied things . . . hard and soft strokes. A girl appreciates things like that." 

"And," Caitlin interrupted, "he wasn't in a hurry to finish. I really liked the way he began slapping what's-her-name's ass while taking her doggy-style."

"She got off big time, for sure," Deidre said emphatically. "She gave me their numbers, wants us to call them tomorrow for another romp."

As Deidre was talking, Caitlin delicately removed each of Deidre's breasts from her halter, and then offered one to Tony, taking the other herself. They suckled on her beautifully proportioned mammaries for a time, attracting a small crowd in the process.

With Deidre moaning helplessly from the myriad sensations throttling her body, Tony hiked her dress up over her hips to her waist and mounted her.

Caitlin followed suit, squatting over Deidre's face, and moaning herself as Deidre's talented tongue found its way into her twat.

Tony buried his cock between the short, light brown hairs of her cunt as the crowd lightly applauded. 

In the middle of this circus act, Deidre's period made an unexpected appearance, bringing their sexual union to an abrupt conclusion. Tony pulled out and looked at his blood covered member with wide-eyed horror. 

"She doesn't have a razor inside her, Tony," Caitlin said, barely controlling the laughter about to burst from her throat. "She's menstruating. We all menstruate, darling." 

Turning to the equally embarrassed Deidre, Caitlin said, "It happens . . . this time you went public. Relax; we all do it," and turning to the several women who were standing around watching their performance, "Now isn't that right, ladies?"

One of the women handed Tony a paper towel, and another fished a Tampon from her purse and gave it to a grateful Deidre, who accepted it and then made her way to the restroom.

Tony and Caitlin sat on the sofa, not sure if they should continue to fuck. A thirtyish, redheaded woman sat down next to Tony and lifted his cock with the palm of her hand. 

"Would you mind?" she said to Caitlin.

"Be my guest," Caitlin told her.

The redhead knelt on the floor and began to blow Tony. She was a skilled cocksucker, and, it turned out, a talker as well.

"I love sucking a good cock. And you've a great one," she said between sucking and licking his balls. 

"Thank you," he said. She jerked her head up and smiled at him. "Think nothing of it," she said and locked her lips over his swollen head.

Another girl climbed on the sofa and pushed a breast at Tony's mouth, before settling next to him with her head resting in the crook of his arm. Caitlin managed to disengage herself and stood watching with the other onlookers. Deidre returned and stood alongside her.

Tony teased the latest arrival's clit with his middle finger.

"Yeah, right there," she moaned, her leg muscles tensing as she bucked into his hand, almost riding his finger. 

The loud music abruptly ended, and the only prevalent sounds in the large room was the liquid, sucking sound the redhead was making as she plied Tony's cock and the panting of the other woman as Tony fingered her.

The other woman suddenly went rigid, brought a hand down to her pussy, and came with a shudder, spasming wildly against Tony's hand. Tony felt himself readying to come. The redhead had a finger in his ass, furiously fucking him, while sucking voraciously upon his cock.

He closed his eyes and let the inevitable happen. The redhead, who evidently had exquisite timing, pulled him from between her pouty lips and directed his ejaculation outward, and onto the left leg of the only male onlooker.

"Wow," one woman gasped, impressed by the force and distance Tony's sperm traveled.

"Gross, you cocksucker!" reflected the lone male who now sported Tony's ejaculate on his leg.

Tony opened his eyes to witness the scene and laughed at the man frantically wiping the jizm off his slacks.

"You came like a geyser," the redhead purred.

"You can really suck cock," Tony said in appreciation.

"It's my specialty, darling. Do give me a call sometime."

"What's your number?" he asked.

"Here, I live here, just ring the bell," she said with a Cheshire-like grin. "Most call me Lady White."

"I'll call," Tony said.

"Oh, I know you will, darling. I know you will." ________________________________________

Meanwhile in his lonely apartment, Barely Black was screening the tape for the second time. 

He was troubled by the section containing the antics of Heather and Kristy with Pruett, and decided to cut it from the main tape. If Tony insisted he could always put it back, but what bothered him was the girl's youthful appearance. Neither one appeared to be of legal age. 

Pruett had only given a cursory look at one driver's license with the other girl claiming she'd lost it in a bar while drinking. Pruitt had nodded and accepted her excuse. Barely saw the problem: How could they prove she was old enough without having seen actual proof? 

He would have a word with Tony about it the following day. 'Tony should have known better,' he told himself. 'We can't find the girl, we can't prove anything. Better to cut it and be safe. This gets any publicity at all, the authorities will be on us like snow on grass, and they'll be no film at all.'

________________________________________

The following morning, Adele and Sue Ann were waiting at the police station to speak with Lieutenant Sullivan of the Vice Squad.

"You think we've got enough to nail the bastards?" Sue Ann asked.

"Oh, sure, you bet." Adele would have added more, but the lieutenant came out and signaled them to come into his office.

"Okay, ladies, what's on your minds?"

"We . . . um, know of a certain party who is using underage girls for pornographic purposes." The two women had decided to use that language, feeling it was safe and to the point.

"Oh," said the lieutenant, "please go on, take your time, and try not to leave any salient details out."

"There's this guy, goes by the name of Pruett. He . . . him and another guy have this van."

Adele interrupted Sue Ann to say, "It's got Girls Gone Wild painted on it."

The lieutenant had heard about the van, but had not come across it, as his vice detail usually worked from midnight to four in the morning.

Sue Ann seized the point and continued, "Anyway, I . . . we met these two girls, not a day over sixteen, and they were telling us what . . . I mean how they were victimized by this guy."

"You know they were only sixteen?"

"Sure," Adele said, eager to extract vengeance on behalf of her lover, Sue Ann, "I saw their driver's licenses."

"What were their names?"

Sue Ann provided Heather and Kristy's names and addresses to the lieutenant. He made a note of the information, and asked, "All right, then what happened?"

Sue Ann looked at Adele, and led off. "They came upon the van outside a bar."

"What bar?"

"That they didn't say. Maybe when you talk with them . . . ."

"Yes, all right . . . please, go on."

"Well, this guy, Pruett . . . he was calling to them, waving a T-shirt at them."

"Waving a T-shirt?"

"Yeah . . . oh, it said "Girls Gone Wild" on it. For kids like that it's a status symbol, you know?"

"Go on."

"So not knowing any better, they got into the van. One thing led to another and the next thing they knew their clothes were coming off." Sue Ann paused, wondering if this was enough.

"And?"

"They were asked to perform sexual acts with Pruett," Sue Ann said matter-of-factly. "Isn't that enough?"

"Will the girls attest to this?"

"I . . . I don't know," Sue Ann said.

"Bring it to their parent's attention and they will," Adele said harshly.

"Oh, we have them on tape," Sue Ann said haltingly.

"Do you have the tape with you?"

"You just find their parents." Adele said, obviously annoyed at the lieutenant for not hurrying maters along.

The lieutenant looked at Adele for a moment and smiled to himself. He recognized a dyke when he saw one after twenty years in vice. The question was -- what were the two girls to these two women -- spurned lovers, or an opportunity missed?" He had no idea how close he was to the actual truth of the matter.

His next thought was to return to the evidence. "Just what do you ladies have in the way of evidence?"

"Me?" Sue Ann said, "Nothing. But the girls were filmed having sex with each other and with Pruett."

"You've seen the film?"

"No, but that's what these guys are doing. Riding the strip, enticing young, innocent girls to perform sex acts while they film it. They're in it for the money to be made from the porno industry."

Adele popped up with, "Find the damn van. Find it and you've got the goods."

"All right, ladies, here's what I can do for you. We'll flush this van, if not tonight, then tomorrow. When we do, if there are any girls on board, we'll make certain of their ages. Obviously, if they're under age, we'll arrest them all. If, however, they are of age, and they state that they were perfectly willing to perform sexual acts . . . well then, we can't do anything."

"But what about the underage girls?" Sue Ann asked worriedly, "and the tapes they made?"

"We can't confiscate anything from the van unless there is an indication of wrongdoing. Have they broken the law?" He answered his own question for the benefit of the women. "Probably. If we get into the van and sex is being filmed . . . that's against the law and we can seize the tape as evidence. If the underage girls are on it, we have them. If not, we have nothing. I hope you understand, the law is very clear on this. The guys in the van have rights too, and we can't override them."

"So what are you going to do?" Adele asked.

"Like I said, we'll find the van. We'll watch it until they entice some girls into it."

Adele interrupted. "What about using some of your own cops . . . you know, the vice girls?"

"Please let me do it our way. If these guys are anywhere as successful as you say they are, we'll nail them with their pants down."

"You get them, lieutenant. You don't know how important it is to us," Adele said, as a tear streamed down her cheek.

"Oh, Adele!" Sue Ann moaned, and hugged the older woman to her chest.

The lieutenant knew an exit when he saw one and departed his office, leaving the two women to compose themselves before leaving the police station. 



Prankster Ch. 08



Late the next afternoon, Tony met with Barely to set things up for that evening's session at Crazy's place. 

"You know," Barely said, "I came across something last night when I was editing the tapes."

"What was that?" Tony asked.

"It's best I show you, then you tell me if you want it back in. It was me, I'd keep it out. I just don't feel comfortable with it."

"Let's have a look then," Tony said and sat down in front of the TV.

Barely ran the tape with Kristy and Heather. "Look at how Pruett checked their IDs," he pointed out. 

"Christ, you're right," Tony said. "I remember now, old Pruett was wantin' to get it on with them. He didn't even glance at their IDs. They're probably eighteen, but we can't prove it. Shit, we don't even know that one's name and address. But we got the one if push comes to shove. You were right to cut it out. Let's put it away, someplace safe."

"We should erase the damn thing," Barely said, "It could come back and bite us on the ass, someone gets hold of it. You know, she might not be legal."

"Yeah, I agree, but let's run it from start to finish again. Those girls were really hot."

The tape was run, and with a hardon nearly bursting through his jeans, Tony reluctantly erased the incriminating evidence, and with it any hope Sue Ann had of catching him on the wrong side of the law.

Next, Barely ran the remainder of the tapes, which he had put together in a rough chronological order. It was a rough work, one that required a lot more time and editing, but it was enough to provide Tony with an idea of what he had and what was needed to flesh the tape out so that it became a viable commodity on the porno market.

"This is great, Barely," he told his friend. "We need to use the warehouse tonight. I mean, we'll find a few willing girls and maybe some guys, and drive them over there. You can go there first and set things up. I'll find the girls and will bring them on over."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Barely said, agreeing with Tony. "What I'll do is set up a couple different sets and we can . . . let's see . . . maybe if there are other guys there to boff the broads . . . I can shoot one scene while you shoot another."

"That would speed things up, for sure," Tony said.

"We get it done twice as fast," Barely added.

"Let's do it!" Tony said and they both nodded and set out to gather all the necessities needed to do the job.

________________________________________

Lieutenant Sullivan of the Vice Squad formed a detail of four detectives, two male and two female, to sit in a van outside Crazy's place and film the Girls Gone Wild van as soon as any illegal activity seemed to be taking place. The two women were to go into Crazy's and observe the alleged porno crew from there.

"We have a search warrant for the van, but will only use it if we have reasonable cause. Be especially alert for any underage kids being approached, or leaving with these men. Don't jump on them too soon, or you'll have no case. Give them time to take off their clothes, but don't let them actually have sex. We stop it before that happens. Are we on board about that?"

They all nodded their agreement.

Sullivan continued, "Obviously, if anyone is under age, we'll arrest them all. If, however, they are of age, and they state that they were perfectly willing to perform sexual acts . . . well, then, we can't do anything; it's a free country."

He paused, and then continued. "Any one underage, you confiscate all the tapes on board, arrest any adults and then get a search warrant for their homes and look for any other incriminating evidence there."

Deana, one of the female detectives asked, "What about this Pruett guy? He's still in the hospital, and he's the one supposed to have boffed the two girls."

"We leave him alone for the moment," the lieutenant said. 

Deana had another question. "We're outside, they're in the van. How the hell will we know who's doing what, and to whom?"

The Lieutenant glared at her, and then turned to the black detective sitting across from Deana. "Johnson, will the sound detector work on this? If so, please explain it to Deana."

"Um, yeah, Lieutenant, I think so." He gave Deana a baleful look and said, "It's a directional mic, and as long as we're within two hundred yards we should be able to hear what they say inside the van."

"That satisfy you, Deana?" He was not really angry with her, for she was new to vice, but he felt that she should have known about directional microphones by this time.

Deana, embarrassed by his curt reply to her question, nodded weakly, and the others followed, nodding that they understood his position, and soon left to set things in motion from their end.

________________________________________

Meanwhile, at Crazy's, Tony and Barely had their cameras set up at three strategic points within Crazy's. Barely had brought a cousin along who had some knowledge of camera work. Their goal was simply to film the kids in the bar and to capture any erotic antics that took place. 

Tony's primary job was to lure some of the drunker girls and not so drunk guys to the van and then to the warehouse where several different stages were set up from which to record the actual sex acts they hoped to get out of the girls.

________________________________________

The vice squad set up their observation post approximately 75 feet from the Girls Gone Wild van. They heard and recorded every word spoken by Barely and Tony while they were inside the van. Fortunately for them, they kept their dialogue to phrases about the equipment, and not what was actually intended later in the evening.

Rescue volunteers waited patiently outside the front entrance, certain that a handful of teens would require their assistance from alcohol and drug overdoses sustained by some of those foolish enough to overindulge.

The two women from vice wandered around Crazy's not certain of what they were looking for. They had no accurate description of Tony and did not know that his accomplice was black.

________________________________________

Tony and Barely wandered around Crazy's, and eventually made their way to the bar. They ordered a couple of beers and, when Crazy himself saw them, they learned that they were drinking on the house. 

The college girls, as usual, flocked to the bar, anxious to perform all sorts of willing rituals; one of which was to bare their breasts or genitals for Jell-O shots, or free T-shirts. They were lured in by drink specials, promotional merchandise, and the chance to "go wild". 

Stark Raving Crazy's was the most popular establishment frequented by the almost rabid females who tromped in after crossing the beach sand littered with empty, crushed beer cans, condoms, and bottles of Nair, handed out as promotional gifts by sponsors of the various contests conducted on the public beaches less than a block from Crazy's.

By ten o'clock, there were over 2,500 very young and very drunk people careening around inside. The police (other than the vice squad on hand) had been paid to leave them alone, and even the vice squad was under orders not to interfere with the rescue volunteers, who stood in the background, unless requested to help.

For Tony, this was nirvana. The place was filled with drunken women willing to flash their tits, or pussies, or French kiss another girl for little more than a jell-O shot, or tonight's special, a Girls Gone Wild T-shirt.

And at ten-fifteen, Crazy Stark himself announced that for this one night only, Girls Gone Wild would be auditioning willing 'persons' for a video to be distributed nationally in several months. A roar went up from the drunken crowd, most of whom missed the instructions from Crazy on just how to apply to get in the video.

Pieces of conversations could be heard anywhere one turned. They were all similar. "Isn't this is the wildest vacation ever?"

"We had a group shower . . . two girls and three guys . . . it was wild!"

"Ginny had oral sex with this guy in Appleby's while we waited for our order."

"I hope they pick me. I'm ready and willing to take on anyone!"

"You're a filthy slut, Amy!"

"Yes, I am and proud of it. Now, where's that pussy they want me to eat?"

"What kind of guys do you like?"

"Two at a time, silly. Gotta fill both holes, right?"

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Barely and Tony were manning their cameras as the crowd milled around them. Then Tony handed the camera off to Barely's cousin, and went into the crowd with a microphone while the other two videoed him.

"Hi," he said to a pretty girl who was half black. "What's your name?"

"I'm Rita," she replied with a drunken slur. She wore a skimpy top and a very short mini skirt. Her pink underwear was visible every time she crossed her legs, which to Tony, seemed to be every five seconds. He soon realized that she was on ecstasy and on the hunt for someone with a stash of cocaine. He eased out of the conversation as quickly as possible.

Immediately, several other girls moved in on him. One was a hot Indian girl and her not-so-hot, frizzy headed girlfriend. Tony engaged both in a conversation, but the girls actually scored very low on the scale he had established for the girls to be picked up that night, and he wound up dumping them as well.

Tony turned around and bumped into a pretty, but plumpish blonde girl in a bikini and a jaunty black, cowboy hat. "What can we expect of you if we put you in the video?" he asked with a leering grin.

"I'm planning to kiss girls," she said, and glanced at the brunette to her left. "I was kissing her last night. You missed us then."

"Let's see you kiss her again," Tony said, as Barely went into a crouch and elevated his camera lens. The blonde in the cowboy hat smooched her brunette friend, and then smirked at the camera. 

"Good, very good," Tony told her, and then asked, "Would the two of you do more if we had a more private place for you to fool around in?"

"Would we be in the video?" the brunette asked, breaking her self-imposed silence.

"Of course," Tony replied. "Just show your driver's license to the camera there so we know that you're over eighteen and legal."

Both girls dutifully complied and were handed a chip that would get them into the van later.

"Hey, girls," Tony said, "how about showing your tits to the camera there?"

The girls giggled, and Cowboy Hat grabbed her bikini top with both hands, and yanked it up, tilted her head to one side, beaming at the camera. 

Barely whirled around from filming some other girl's antics in time to capture the moment on camera. "First of the day," he said. The brunette revealed her ample chest after the cowboy hat had covered her chest.

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The two female vice squad members looked at one another and wondered if they were seeing - or would see - anything illegal from the camera crew.

"We could bust some of these clowns snorting coke, I know that. But these guys are only asking the kids to show their tits and that's not against the law, at least in this town."

The shorter of the two women said, "I'm going into the ladies, find a booth and call the van. Tell 'em what's going on."

"Okay, but be warned - you're likely to see ten or twenty sluts using . . . will you ignore it, or will you try to make an arrest?"

"I'll do my job."

"Your job is to observe the Girl Gone Wild guys, see if they fuck up. We want them. No one said anything about nailing druggies. Personally, I think the local police are paid to look the other way."

"You think?"

"I'm pretty damn certain. Let's stick to our orders. We hang out another 30 minutes and then leave if nothing happens. The way it looks, this guy is lining them up to go out into his van. We can get them there. The guys are listening in to their conversation . . . well, I mean, they will when they're in the fucking van."

"Of course . . . I guess you know best. So, we'll sit here for a half hour more. Maybe something will go down."

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Crazy himself was running a wet-T-shirt contest, and had plenty of entrants, as girl after girl came on stage wearing bits and pieces of what had once been t-shirts that were now tied implausibly around their breasts. 

One pert brunette kept slapping her rear hoping it would propel her into the finals. It didn't.

A red head, wearing a red, white and blue cowboy hat, and an almost transparent T-shirt did, and collected $300 for her troubles. 

Tony was on her instantly, trying to coax her and her friend (who finished third) to join them on camera and in the van. To his delight, they both accepted and after furnishing proof of age, they received the coveted chip, granting them admittance to the van.

A few moments later, Tony was elbowed accidentally by a petite blonde, who reacted by shouting, "Woooo! Hey, like are you guys making a movie or something?"

"We are," he told her. "We're with the Girls Gone Wild film crew."

"Like wow!" she exclaimed, obviously excited.

"Are you a naughty girl?"

"Oh, me bad . . ." she giggled, and followed with, "I am so naughty!"

"Are you?" he said, egging her on.

"I am so . . . like wasted."

"Show me your pussy," Tony said. She peeled her shorts and panties down enough to provide him with a good look.

"You shave," he said, confirming what he had seen.

"Once a week, yeah," she giggled again.

"Um, for information's sake," he said, trying to sound formal, although he knew she was drunk. "Do you suck cock?"

"Love it!"

"Are you willing to kiss and do other things with another girl?"

"Sure . . . if she's decent, no pigs . . . you know?"

"How about anal? Have you done anal?"

"I done it . . . didn't much like it though. The bastard didn't lube me up . . . you know?"

"What if we really greased you up for it?"

"Okay, unless his dick is huge. In that case no deal."

"Are you at least eighteen?"

"Oh . . . " The girl took a second or two to think, "Yeah . . . I'm twenty-one now."

"Here's a chip, I'll see you in the van." Tony had a thought a moment later. "Hey, what's your name?"

"Sheila."

"Try to throw up here and not in the van, okay?"

"For sure . . . hey," she said brightly, "I'll do it right now!" That said Sheila headed for the ladies room. Tony had every confidence in her that she would succeed. 

He made his way back to Barely and his cousin, through a crowd of girls writhing against one another, their faces fixed in dazed sexual stares. 

"Do they all want in?" he asked Barely, who nodded affirmatively. He turned to the two girls closest to him and asked, "Why do you two want to be in the video?"

"I get so wild," one told him. The other nodded vigorously, and added, "It's like our 15 minutes of fame, man."

"How old are you two?" he asked.

"Ginger's going to be eighteen at eleven tonight," the taller of the two girls said. Both were brunettes.

This was nirvana to Tony. "See me at eleven," he told them. I definitely want the both of you, but after she turns eighteen, and not a second before."

The camera crew wandered through the crowd stopping only to capture a wildly wanton teen wearing a skirt-and-shirt ensemble that exposed her stomach, most of her breasts, and much of her bottom. Barely asked her if she wanted to be on the video and she screeched, "Hell, yeah! I want everybody to see my body! I'm fucking hot, ain't I?"

"Will you fuck somebody on camera?"

"Sure!"

"Boy or girl?"

"Don't matter. Both, you want me too."

"Give the lady a chip," he said after confirming that she was of age.

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At the stroke of midnight, Tony took the microphone an announced that all women holding chips should head out to the van outside. Then he added, "And, if Ginger and her friend would please come forward, I have a chip for each of you."

Ginger skipped up to him and her friend was right behind her. "You two stick close to me," he told them, and headed out the door.

In the van, Barely's cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Can you ever forgive me, baby?" Essence said sexily.

"Maybe," the albino replied laconically, looking at all the girls he could have if he wanted them.

"Please? I was wrong and I know it now. I don't think I can live without you."

"Sure you can," he said coldly.

"No, no I can't. If you tell me it's over, I . . . I'll kill myself."

"How?"

"I've got a bunch of ludes . . . I'll take them all at once."

"How many?"

"I didn't count, wait a minute . . . um, you still there?"

"Yeah."

"Twenty something."

"That's enough to do it, all right."

"You . . . you want me to go ahead and take them?"

Barely waited a few seconds before answering her.

"No . . . no, I don't want you to take them. I'm headed over to the warehouse. We're going to do a major shoot. Get your lovely black ass over here. Maybe I'll let you suck my dick . . . you know, like a fluffer, or whatever they call those girls in the porno industry who keep the guys hard."

"I'll do it!" she replied, and there was a sound of hope in her voice. "You won't be sorry, baby, I promise you, you won't be sorry."

"Essence?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Bring the ludes. I think some of the girls will be needing them."

"Ten minutes, baby. I love you, Barely."

"You barely love me?" he said, teasing her.

"No . . . you know what I mean. I love you. You and only you."

"Me too," he said and smiling, he hung up .

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The two female vice squad members followed Barely and his cousin as they lugged the camera equipment out to the van. They saw Detective Johnson wave them over. They sauntered over to the vice squad's van. Johnson was blunt. "See anything in there we can use?"

"What I saw was this guy talking to various girls, and asking those he was interested in for ID. He made a big deal over one girl who turned eighteen at eleven; he waited until midnight and a minute after, he gave her and her girlfriend chips."

"Chips?" Johnson said, confused.

"Yeah, they gave the girls selected a chip. Probably for entry in the van. See," she said, pointing, "they're loading the van right now."

"Get in the van," Johnson said sourly.

Once inside, Johnson asked the guy listening in on the other van if anything worthwhile was being talked about.

"No, not yet. Oh, he asked his buddy to recheck this girl Ginger's ID. Something about making sure she was eighteen."

"Shit!" Johnson exclaimed unhappily. "This ain't going well. Keep listening. Let me know the moment they start fucking."

"They've got a hell of a lot of people in the van if they intend to film them fucking," one of the females said.

"Shut the fuck up!" Johnson snarled. "We're here to bust these cocksuckers, and that's . . . ."

"They're moving!" the listener shouted.

"What?" Johnson said, forgetting to curse.

"They're moving all right. Shall we follow?"

"Yes, follow them. Did they say anything we can use?"

"No, nothing," the listener said, and then shrugged.

"Let's see where they go," Johnson said and fished his cell out of his right hand pocket to call the lieutenant. And when Tony's Girls Gone Wild van pulled to the curb, everyone jumped out and headed into the warehouse, Johnson swore. "Damn it, we don't have a warrant for this place. We can't go in and we can't listen in either. His frustration was evident to the others as he notified the lieutenant, who told them to call it a night.

After letting the girls out of the van and escorting them into the warehouse, Tony made a couple of calls to old acquaintances he trusted, asking them if they were willing to get laid while on camera. Two of the four men he called agreed, and he gave them the address and told them to hurry over.




Prankster Ch. 08



Barely made a call to Essence, asking her to touch base with a couple of their friends. Thirty minutes later, she waltzed in with a handsome black male on one arm, and a tanned blonde haired white male on the other. The latter was a former professional tennis player, who would later demonstrate miraculous staying power while plowing his way through several of the girls.

And so, as Tony counted faces, he discovered that he had on hand, himself, Barely, the two men Essence brought, namely Hans and Jared; and Butch and Charlie. 

They ruled out Barely's cousin because he was gay. He would, however, man the camera at all times, while Tony and Barely would take turns unless others were fornicating for them

He turned to the girls and found: Sheila, who was down for girl on girl, and anal; a red head named Sissy, who wore a red, white and blue cowboy hat, and her friend, Elaine, an ample-chested brunette; Ginger, a brunette who would turn eighteen in an hour's time, along with her friend, Tori, who was also a brunette with closely cropped hair; and a pretty, but plumpish blonde girl named Hailey, who was wearing a bikini and a jaunty black, cowboy hat, and her friend, a brunette named Mavis, who had agreed to go down on each other. 

It was an oddity of sorts in that all the girls were drunk to some extent, while the guys were, to a man, sober.

Barely and Tony had established two sets for the shoot with a screened partition separating them. The sets were basic in that beds had been set up about sixty feet apart. The idea was to shoot two scenes at a time. 

He realized that the girls would start to fall asleep in short order if not active sexually, and after completing a round of fucking and sucking would undoubtedly be snoring off in a corner as the alcohol took its toll on them.

Tony, as the director of the shoot, pulled Ginger to one side and told her that she would be the main attraction, and that she had better be worth it. The seventeen-year-old soon to turn eighteen took him seriously, and promised she would be worth watching. Tony laughed to himself at her apparent eagerness, then turned to Mavis and asked if she would do the same with Charlie and Butch.

Mavis said, sure, like right now?"

"Well, now that you mention it, no. Let's wait a bit. No sense in having them hard with nowhere to use their love instruments is there?"

Mavis giggled. "I think I can get them up for whatever you want them to do," she said shyly, yet with an assuredness Tony found charming.

"Let's wait a while," he said repeating himself. Go talk to them, fool around a little, but don't make them cum."

"Okay, but I . . ."

He interrupted her. "It's best to wait until they're going to be called for. In this business you never know when we'll have to call a halt for a couple minutes. Say one of the girls has to take a leak, or something. We cut, and where does that leave our hero?"

"Holding his dick?"

"Right! And that's where you come in and get him nice and hard again."

"But ain't I gonna be in the movie?"

"You will have your own scene that I promise."

"Well . . . all right. I'll be a good . . . what's it called?"

"Fluffer."

"Yeah, I'll be a good fluffer. I'll be better than Ginger, there," she said and pointed to Ginger who was already on her knees, alternating between the two cocks being tendered her.

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Barely had tapped a red head named Sissy to start things off. He had led her to what they were calling set #1 and the bed with blue drapes hung behind it as a kind of backdrop. 

"Now what I want is for you to start off in normal clothes, then undress kind of slowly, giving the viewer a leisurely look at you," Barely told her.

Sissy nodded, and nervously chewed her lip.

"I want you to be relaxed, because if you're nervous it will show up. The camera doesn't lie. Now, I should tell you that we want you to look as good as possible. We don't want you looking silly or stupid at all. So rest assured that we want . . . well, basically what you want . . . to really look cool and sexy on camera. Okay?"

"Yeah . . . I guess."

"Sissy, where's your girlfriend?"

She pointed to a buxom brunette across the room watching intently.

Barely motioned her over, and the brunette came over to them, even more nervous than Sissy.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Elaine," she replied.

"You excited to be here, Elaine?"

"Yeah," she said woodenly.

Barely hoped the girls were not too drunk to carry off a decent performance. 

"Look," he said, "what we're hoping for is for you girls to be as natural as possible. To do that, why not pretend you're at home in the privacy of your own bedroom?"

Sissy nodded, although her cheeks had reddened. He knew immediately that they had been intimate in a bedroom somewhere.

Elaine gave him a look that told him she didn't quite understand what he meant.

"We will have at least two cameras on you at all times. We will be filming another couple on the other set, probably around the same time as we film you," he told them. Elaine, if you would stand by out of camera range as sort of moral support, I think Sissy would appreciate it.

"Think it's a good idea, Sissy?"

Sissy nodded her head slightly, and said, "Can we do it now?" in a quiet voice.

"Sure you can," Barely told her.

"Do I have to talk?"

"Not if you don't want to, but it would be cool if you would talk directly to the camera."

"Will you help me?"

"Of course. What I'd like you to do is walk in, you know, kinda sexy, and sit or lie on the bed, slowly undress, try to turn yourself on as you do."

Sissy stared at the floor, bit her lip again, and then nodded, and went off to one side of the room.

"Tell me when to start," she said demurely.

"Sissy, you start when I call Ready! Action! And then you walk over to the bed.

She walked into camera range looking at the floor and trying to take off her top.

"Cut!"

She almost jumped out of her skin.

"Sissy, I think you need to relax a little."

She nodded again, fleetingly meeting his eyes.

"Can you tell me . . ." she started, then her voice trailed off.

"Okay, come in again, I'll talk you through it."

She took a deep breath and looked at Barely for a second, then nodded that she was ready.

"Action! Come in and sit on the end of the bed."

She sauntered in this time, almost stumbled as she approached the bed, but was better than before.

"Think about the last time you had an orgasm," Barely whispered loud enough for her to hear.

Elaine tittered but stopped when he glared at her.

Sissy sat tentatively on the edge of the bed, her face blazing red now; he could see it went down her neck and under her blouse. He felt surprisingly powerful at this moment, and his cock was absolutely solid in his slacks.

"Think about it, and stroke one of your breasts."

Sissy looked at the floor, and then licked her lips. One hand hesitantly moved towards a breast. The camera picked up the soft sigh she uttered as she stroked her breast, her eyes glazed. 

Barely was behind one camera, Essence the other. He had instructed her to confine herself to essential close-ups and not be concerned worrying about what the angle of penetration happened to be.

True to form, Essence zoomed in on Sissy's smallish hand and captured Sissy's nipple as it sprang to life under her touches.

Barely had his camera focused on Sissy's body, and caught her leaning back a little on her other arm, and was pleased to see that she parted her legs a bit, giving him a bird's eye view up her skirt and the hint of white flesh between her legs. 

"That's very good," he croaked. "Now do the other one."

Sissy absentmindedly opened her blouse, her erect nipples bulging as she arched her back. As she changed position, he zoomed in between her legs and acquired an excellent look at her crotch, covered by a lacey thong.

As he panned upward, he discovered that Sissy's eyes were closed.

"Take off the bra. Do it slowly, tease the camera."

Sissy nodded, looked at the lens through half-lidded eyes, and unhooked the clasp of her bra. Her breasts were small, but definitely in proportion to the rest of her.

Without being asked, Sissy unzipped the skirt, let it drop and stepped out of it. She was wearing a tiny pair of lace panties and stood still, absently stroking a breast.

"Lie back on the bed and stroke whatever feels good," Barely said, by way of instruction.

Sissy nodded and lay back with her ankles crossed, and closed her eyes.

The cameras scoured her torso, from the slight bulge of her mons, to the flair of her hips, and then zoomed in on her nipples.

Slowly she allowed her left hand to rub her stomach. Gradually it moved to her neck, down across her breasts and back to her belly.

Barely let the cameras roll, and said nothing. In time, she seemed to become more comfortable with her situation and changed position, opening her legs a little, revealing a spot of moisture at the center of her crotch.

"Getting excited?" Barely inquired.

"Oh . . . yeah . . . I am getting excited," she said as if noticing it for the first time.

It was just after that that she peeled off her panties. There was urgency in her actions, highlighted when she kicked them off her right foot where they had gotten hung up.

Sissy had smallish breasts and they drooped a bit, but her aureoles were at least three inches across, huge for a woman with small breasts, and striking to look at.

She began to tap the nipples with her index fingers, jolting a little as she did, and they seemed to grow ever so slightly. Barely and Essence were both captivated by them, and both secretly yearned to suckle and chew upon them.

"Can you lick your own nipples?" Essence asked. 

Sissy didn't seem to hear her, but carried on flicking the thick, rubbery nipples.

"Sissy?" Essence asked again, "Can you lick them yourself?" 

The girl's eyes popped open and she shook her head slightly. "No, Elaine does that for me," she said confirming Barely's earlier suspicions.

"Shit!" Elaine barked out from the corner of the room. "You promised you wouldn't ever say anything to anyone."

"S . . . Sorry, honey," Sissy groaned, truly meaning it.

Essence shut her camera down and went to a box of adult toys, and placed them on the bed next to Sissy.

"Help yourself to whatever you want."

She levered herself up, and looked in the box. If possible, her blush deepened as she removed a sleek, pink, six inch vibrator. Elaine was sobbing quietly in the corner.

Essence started filming again as Sissy lay back down and turned the vibrator on.

First she placed it against her left nipple, pushing the nipple to one side, and then she slowly moved it round and round her aureole, growing the little bumps until they filled the circle. As she did this, her legs were opening, Essence focused on the faint moisture gathering on the girl's outer labia.

Barely caught Sissy's hand dragging the vibrator over the bulge of her labia, and Essence's close-up would later reveal the first actual drops of her juice seeping from her vulva onto the tip of the vibrator.

Sissy was panting with excitement and Barely risked asking her how she felt.

"Good . . . I feel good. But I'm really sorry, Elaine ... I never meant to say it ... honest to God."

He signaled Essence to remain in close-up on Sissy's genitals. He pulled back to capture the upper half of Sissy's body. Then he concentrated on her facial expression for a time.

The girl had what Tony would later call a busy cunt, with some three inches of crinkled labia protecting her entrance.

It was about then that Sissy for the first time seemed to realize that a woman was filming her actions. She dropped the vibrator and pulled her lips apart. Two fleshy triangles framed the glistening interior of her cunt. She used her fingers to massage the area, causing more liquid to dribble out of her love channel. She began to rub the hood covering her clit which slowly swelled until it came out from behind its protective cover.

She was moaning, her eyes tightly sealed, until Elaine spoke to her from the corner of the room.

"I still love you, baby," Elaine said quietly, but her voice carried clearly to Sissy's ears. Sissy's eyes flew open, and she mouthed the words, 'Thank you,' and reached for the toy box again pulling out a large dildo.

She waived it at her friend, Elaine, almost beckoning her to the bed. Then she got on her hands and knees and faced away from the cameras. When she raised her rump a little, it presented her rear as well as her entire cunt to the camera.

Dreamily she rubbed the huge glans over her gaping slit, one finger still teasing her clitoris, and then slowly eased the head into her cunt. The thickness of the dildo stretched her labia to what appeared to be an impossible width, but she halted, took a couple of deep breaths and resumed shoving the large cock in a little further.

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Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the partition, Tony had things moving as well.

"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Sheila screamed as her legs flew down, jamming her heels into the bed. Her arms wrapped around Hans' muscular torso and she lifted him in the air using the strength of her thighs.

"Holy shit," Hans spouted in surprise.

Sheila's face contorted. She emitted a high-pitched screech as her first orgasm ripped through her. Hans started pounding her as if his life depended on it. Sheila fucked him back with every stroke.

Tony was sweating profusely as he recorded the torrid scene before him. He glanced over at Barely's cousin, whose name he did not know and saw that he was just as intent on capturing the couple's sexual antics as he was.

Tony heard a moan behind him and turned slowly keeping the camera trained on Hans and Sheila. On the couch, the two women in waiting found they could wait no longer and Tori had shoved Hailey on her back and buried her face in her pussy. Hailey had wrapped her powerful legs around Tori's head and started thrusting against her.

Tony waved at the other cameraman. "What the fuck is your name, man?"

"Bev-o," Barely's cousin replied softly.

"Well, Bev-o, why don't you film the two on the couch? I'll stick with the ones on the bed."

"Roger that," Bev-o replied and immediately found the best angle from which to film the two girls on the couch.

Sheila continued to fuck like a maniac, demanding, "More, more, more!" With her teeth gritted, she dug her nails into Hans' back, and Tony slowly panned from his shoulders to his ass, revealing the scratches and droplets of blood Sheila had wrought by raking her fingernails into his flesh.

'Jesus,' Tony thought, 'I bet he's never been fucked like this before.'

The smell of their arousal was overpowering.

"Now! Goddamn it, now!" Sheila screamed, spittle flew from her mouth as she pumped onto his surging cock.

Hans couldn't hold back. His ass jumped. He groaned loudly. Sheila's nails dug into his ass and held him to her.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" she groaned.

Her face was anguish personified. Her body had gone rigid. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Hans pulled his cock from her pussy and erupted, spewing his load across her breasts and belly, and then collapsed on her.

Tony kept his camera on them. He heard the bed move. And then Hailey and Tori slipped behind him and onto the bed, with Tori pausing momentarily to kiss him on the mouth. He could taste Hailey's juices on her, and his cock was raring to be let loose on one of them, any one of them.

But he had a film to make. He glanced over to the other side of the room and spied Ginger fluffing Jared's black cock, and then turned back to the bed. 

Sheila was apparently trapped under Hans, whose dead weight pinned her to the bed. Her head was toward Tony.

It took another second to figure out why, and then he felt Tori's nails dragging their way down his erection.

"Let me take care of that," Tori whispered.

"Sorry . . . I really am sorry, but my dick's a no-no. I've got a movie to film. I'm not taking part as an actor. Maybe later, I'm gonna have to fuck somebody, or go crazy," he told her as gently as possible.

"No," Sheila mumbled, "No." She was too tired to move, but she fought to speak.

"Mark me with it."

"What?" Tony asked.

"Mark me with it. Cum on my face," she said. 

"Jared!" Tony called out.

"Yo!" Jared replied.

"C'mon over here. I need your dick."

Jared trotted over, his erection swinging to and fro until he stood directly in front of Sheila and stuck it right in her face. Ginger had been fellating him in order to keep him at the ready, and perhaps she had performed her job overly well. 

At any rate, the moment Sheila's lips closed down upon his cock, Jared started cumming. 

Sheila yanked him out from between her lips and moaned happily as squirt after squirt covered her face and hair. She smiled, feeling its sticky weight.

Tony heard a gasp from Bev-o and saw Tori roll Hans off of Sheila. Sheila blinked up at her through her cum covered eyes.

"May we?" Tori asked very softly.

Sheila nodded. Tori mounted Hans. Her thick bristled bush rubbed against his cock had him responding in kind after only a minute despite the tremendous release he'd had only a moment before. Meanwhile, Hailey was over Sheila like a cat, licking the cum from her. Tony could almost swear she was purring.

Hans started to roll Tori over, but she stopped him. "Let me do this, Hans," she said.

He shrugged his shoulders and winced, noticing the deep scratches for the first time.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed as he reached back and touched one of the welts.

"What the fuck?" he said again, seeing the blood on his fingertip.

"She . . . that would be Sheila," Tony said, "seemed to have gotten carried away. It's not all that bad, and if you want, we can stop shooting and take care of it for you."

"Nah," he replied. "I was just surprised, that's all. C'mon, baby, let's get it on, shall we?" he said to Tori.

Tori complied, grinding her tight pussy slowly into his loins. Her breasts swayed enticingly above him, and Bev-o concentrated on them and would later show that he had caught two beads of sweat trickling down the middle of her cleavage, a most mesmerizing shot for the millions who would view the film in later months.

Tony heard Sheila moan. He saw Hailey sucking on her nipples before slipping down to suck Hans' cum out of her twat. 

When Hailey's tongue flicked her clit, Sheila groaned and quivered. A shock rippled through her as she came again. 

Tori whimpered, and moved her hips faster. She was coming to a boil. Tony boiled with her.

****

Ginger and Mavis sat watching Hailey and Sheila and the two spent men.

"Maybe I did him too long," Ginger said, and worried a fingernail.

"Naw, that black guy, he was primed to go off anyway."

"You think?"

"Oh, sure. Say, you just turned eighteen?"

"Yeah, maybe an hour ago."

"It's twenty past twelve, how could you have turned eighteen an hour ago?"

"I was born at eleven o'clock at night."

"But that wouldn't be on your ID," Mavis said knowingly.

"Yeah, I know. That's why Tony is making me wait. See now that it's after midnight; he's safe to film me. Now I'm surely eighteen, right?"

"Yeah . . . I guess. Say, are you still cherry?"

"I'm not sure... there was this party and I got drunk. I think I am, but you know?"

"Well, I lost mine at a party when I was eighteen. I was my party, yea! I still get hot thinking about it."

"So," Mavis said, "you ever get knocked up?"

"Huh?" Ginger replied. "Didn't I just tell you...?"

"Oh, yeah... well I did. I'm twenty, but the first time I got knocked up I was eighteen and a half." Mavis said this as if it meant something meaningful.




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"My mother took it well," Mavis said, "scooted me off to the family . . . I should say her gynecologist and had me scraped."

"Did it hurt?" Ginger asked.

"It was painless, and you know, my father punished me, keeping me grounded, you know? So that when I finally got out again, I started fucking anyone who'd let me spread my legs."

"Geez!"

"It wasn't six months later that I was knocked up again."

"No shit!"

"I'm not kidding. But this time I knew what was going on, and I confided in my mother. She knew enough to leave my father out of it and took me to a specialist. He confirmed it and as far as my father knew, I was sent to visit my aunt in another town. I had the baby and gave it up for adoption. Now that time hurt like a motherfucker, it did."

"Wow! So you had the baby, huh?"

"Yeah, my mom, you know?"

"So," Ginger said, "you've got more experience than me. How many guys you think you've laid?"

"Hmmmm, I don't know. I never counted them."

"Care to guess?"

"Hmmm, maybe fifty or sixty," Mavis offered.

"Geez! Ain't that a lot of guys?"

"How many have you had?" Mavis inquired as she scratched her breast.

"I've fooled around, but I ain't done it yet. This is gonna be my first. Maybe I'll see how many guys I can fuck my first time out."

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Sissy was making great, heaving, snorting noises and the huge dildo had vanished into her snatch up to its oversized rubber balls. She was grinding her ass into the bed, and grabbing the sheets with her free hand. Her stomach muscles were twitching as she left the dildo where it was and rubbed at her clit, now fully out of its hood. She whimpered twice, and her hips convulsed on the bed. 

Barely zoomed in as her over-stretched, elastic-like labia gripped the dildo's base.

Sissy put both hands on the dildo and began to draw it out. Its entire length was coated with her juices, and her musky scent was overpowering from where Barely stood filming her.

The dildo came out until only the tip of the head was left nudging her labia, now hanging limply although still engorged with her rushing blood.

Essence zoomed in and filmed a rivulet of juice that dribbled out and down the cleft to her asshole.

Sissy's entire body tensed, and then she shoved the dildo back into her, gasping with both effort and pleasure. Both cameras recorded the squishy fart-like sound it made, and the grunting whine that ripped from Sissy's throat.

She eased it back out and then in, slowly getting into a rhythm, both hands on the dildo's balls while a small river of free flowing juices trickled over her thighs, into her ass, and finally settled into a pool on the sheet beneath her.

Essence slowly panned her camera from the dildo, firmly lodged in Sissy's cunt, to her face, and held it there. Her eyes were wide open, and she was staring directly at Barely.

"Here . . ." she kind of mumbled.

When no one responded, she took a hand from the dildo and beckoned to the black albino filming her.

"Here!" Sissy pointed to her mouth, and Barely knew she wanted to suck him off.

"It's okay," Essence said matter-of-factly, "I'll get everything on film."

Barely put his camera down and took his cock out as he joined Sissy on the bed.

Both her hands returned to the dildo. She opened her mouth and grunted again. 

He brought his manhood to her lips. She opened wide and enveloped his cockhead into her mouth, sucking voraciously, working her tongue around and under his helmet. 

She had obviously done this before, Barely thought and fed more of his shaft into her throat. Sissy began to move her head back and forth, nibbling here and there, and giving him some of the best head he'd ever had.

Essence stood there next to them encapsulating the scene on what she realized were fairly shaky legs.

Sissy continued bashing the dildo in and out at an ever increasing speed.

Barely felt himself readying to cum.

He warned her that he was going to, and Sissy turned her head to the ceiling and arched her back just as he released his load.

Her tongue was running along the edge of his cock when he shouted and so the first spurt launched a rope of sperm across her cheek and nose. The second caught her right in the eye, with some landing in her hair. By the third burst, she was slurping greedily on his pulsing cock as he tried not to grab her head.

Essence came in her pants the moment Sissy's mouth opened and the sperm drooled out the side of her mouth onto her chin. And when she began to gargle the remainder in her throat, Essence came again.

It is noteworthy that throughout his cock's ejaculation, Sissy had maintained a steady thrusting of the dildo into her seemingly bottomless cunt, grunting louder and louder with each thrust. Suddenly, she took one hand from the dildo and brought it to her clit and rubbed feverishly.

Then her orgasm hit. Her hips rose off the bed and her legs scissored open. She began to scream. It was an awesome squealing sound and carried over the partition to the other set.

Then, with pelvis spasming, she went rigid and let out an even louder scream that slowly evolved into a series of raspy whimpers. The dildo oozed out of her, along with a huge backwash of her juices.

"Cut!" Essence called out and shut down her camera and then stumbled over to the chair that Elaine, Sissy's girlfriend, was sitting on. Elaine got up and Essence plopped down.

"There's a bathroom behind the set," Barely whispered to Sissy, who seemed stunned by what had just happened to her.

She opened her eyes and smiled nervously. "Thanks," she murmured and rose up from the bed. Not bothering to pickup any of her clothing, she made her way toward the bathroom with Elaine in close pursuit.



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Sissy came back to the set about a half hour later, dressed and none the worse for the experience. Her friend Elaine looked a little edgy, and remained by her side. Had Barely not known how Sissy had conducted herself minutes earlier, he would never have suspected her capable of any such lewd activities.

"Are you still living at the address on your driver's license?" Tony asked.

"Um, yeah, sure. Why?" Sissy asked.

"Well, I thought you might want a copy of the tape when it's finished."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Um, it's still current. The address, I mean."

"I'll copy the video and send it to you as soon as I can." 

"Oh, yeah . . . thanks," she said, her eyes not meeting his. It was as if she were addressing a stranger.

Tony gave her a puzzled look, then shrugged and made another attempt at being friendly. "Thanks, Sissy. You were terrific. I really mean it."

"Elaine . . . I can still use you in a scene. In fact, you can pick your partner if you want."

"Um, no thanks . . . um, it's Tony, right?"

"Yeah, Tony," he replied, still hoping she would cooperate. Then he turned away and called a halt to the shooting, which had almost ground to a halt anyway, and told everyone to take a break. 

Sissy and Elaine used the break as an excuse to leave. Tony called a cab for them, and when it came, they left.

Bev-o showed the performers where there was cold beer and soda if they wanted to slake their thirst. Everyone was sitting or standing, talking and nursing their drinks, when Hailey dropped to her knees and began to lap at Sheila's pussy again. Conversation virtually came to a halt as the group, as one, became voyeurs. 

Sheila moaned as Hailey wrapped her arms around the other's knees, and pressed her face into her crotch. Ever so slowly, Sheila backed away toward the couch. Hailey, on her knees, inched after her, never losing contact with the cunt she hungered after.

When the backs of her knees hit the couch, Sheila just let herself fall backward onto it. Hailey, her concentration broken, looked up and saw that she had no recourse but to climb onto the couch if she wanted to continue going down on Sheila. 

The others all took note - some were interested and continued to watch, others ignored the two women and either continued their conversations - or calmly finished their drinks and awaited the end of the break.

Hailey climbed onto the couch, providing anyone who cared a look at her tight slit and pouty asshole.

Tony waited patiently for Sheila to come and, hopefully, put an end to the cunnilingual display.

Essence and Barely was one couple that didn't care to wait, and hand in hand, they made their way to Set #2 where they both stripped off their clothing and fell upon the bed.

Essence immediately enveloped his rock hard cock in her mouth, jerking him vigorously between slurps and kisses. Barely pulled her away from his manhood and kissed her deeply, then urged her to renew the blowjob.

She licked her lips and gave a tired laugh. "Whew," Essence gasped, wiping the sweat from her breasts and arms. "I never thought I'd have a chance to gobble you're lovely cock again."

"But here you are, and I'm damn glad of it," he responded.

Essence laughed happily, and said, "I love you, Barely, I truly do love you."

"I love you too, Essence. Will you marry me?"

Essence, rather than screeching with excitement as some women do, or growing silent and then bursting into tears of happiness before replying; slid as much of his long penis inside her mouth as possible, and began sucking him off as hard and fast as she could. Barely's body tensed as he struggled to withstand her onslaught. He wrapped his fingers inside Essence's hair and scratched her scalp, trying to keep from coming.

Essence stroked Barely's well-lubed cock with both hands, while her mouth gobbled his shaft to the mid-way point. She wanted the experience to be as wet as possible, and so, drooled and slobbered onto his cock and pubic hair, using a special sucking, slurping sound. Her nostrils flared as she savored the musky smell and taste of him, and her saliva and his precum dripped from her mouth to his balls and then across his thighs. 

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"We had better get started again," Tony said as Haley and Shelia lolled on the couch languidly caressing each other, after Hailey brought her friend to a rousing climax. The remaining participants gathered around him for further instructions.

"Um," he said, glancing over at the partition between the two sets from which Essence's slurping could clearly be heard. 

"For now, we'll go with . . ." he paused, thinking quickly. He wanted Ginger for himself. That left Mavis, Butch, Charlie, Tori, and the two still on the couch. "Let's do a foursome . . . um, Butch, you and Tori and let's see . . . Mavis, why don't you and Charlie try it out?"

No one challenged his decision, and the four approached the bed after removing any remaining clothing.

"Hey, Tony," Charlie said somewhat unsure of himself, "you got any suggestions on how we go about this group fuck?"

"It's not a group fuck, Charlie. It's four on a bed. Um, why don't you give Mavis a straight fuck . . . you know, missionary style? And Tori, you like doggy-style?"

"Sure, it's fine with me, Tony," she replied.

Tony checked the men's equipment and found Charlie lacking in tumescence. He called Ginger over and asked her to blow him until he was hard enough to fuck Mavis.

Ginger scampered over and kneeling at the side of the bed, took Charlie's cock into her mouth and fellated him while Mavis yawned tiredly as she looked on.

Tori had her ass raised, and Butch was stroking himself, maintaining his erection, as Tony gave Bev-o some last minute instructions with regard to positioning himself for certain shots.

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Meanwhile, on the other set, Barely, with almost no warning, exploded into Essence's throat, shooting blast after blast of thick, gooey semen across the roof of her mouth. 

She started swallowing as fast as she could, but a good portion of that first, voluminous load spurted out through the seal her lips made. Finally, the big loads ended and were followed by a trickle of watered down fluid.

Essence, nearly delirious from his proposal of marriage, continued to suck him, putting immense pressure on his now tender cock. 

With no open windows or doors, no air conditioning turned on, both actors and actresses and true lovers alike were all sweating profusely and breathing hard; and the warehouse reeked with the unmistakable smell of sex.

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"All right, all right!" Tony yelled, "now listen up! I want Butch and Tori on the bed. But I want them to begin kissing while standing next to it. Tori, can you show us a lot of tongue?"

Tori laughed and shrugged - of course she could.

Charlie, you and Ginger keep at it. Mavis, you want Hailey to tongue you some, keep you warm?"

"No, thanks, Tony. I'll be ready for him . . . whenever." 

"All right then," Tony called out, "Lights, camera . . . action!" Tori parted her lips as Butch leaned in to her, but she also put her hand out to catch hold of his cock as soon as their bodies touched. And, when Butch pressed his mouth against her lips, Tori's fingers curved around his prick and gripped it tightly. With a seemingly well practiced motion, she started stroking it up and down, her fingers gradually covering the length of him.

Bev-o concentrated on their mouths, capturing the dueling tongues. Tony focused on Tori's hand, and in particular, her thumb as it pressed against the head of his cock and moving in small circles, smeared the pre-cum over the mushroomed head.

Tony would have sworn that Tori was getting turned on as she jerked Butch off. The proof was in the intensity of her kisses. She was nibbling at his lips, sucking on the tip of his tongue as it entered her mouth, and when Butch reached out and grasped her breasts, she moaned with lusty satisfaction.

Butch responded perfectly, curving his fingers around the sloped smoothness of each breast and pinching each nipple in turn. Tori tightened her grip on his cock and whimpered happily. After a few more moments, she slowly began to sink to her knees, holding on to his weapon and slowly jerking it up and down. Butch sighed and let go of her tits and placed his hands on her head, anticipating what was to come next.

Tori closed her eyes and moaned softly, inhaling the musky aroma of Butch's crotch. Then she pursed her lips, and plied her tongue over the slick head of his cock, licking off the beads of cum, and leaving a trail of slug-like saliva in its wake, before sealing her mouth around him and sucking voraciously.

Bev-o zoomed in on her hallowed out cheeks. Tony closed in on the rapturous expression on Butch's face. His eyes closed, his mouth in a tight grimace, beads of perspiration already running from his forehead and down his cheeks to drop into her hair.

Tori moaned happily and deep-throated him, and followed that by licking the tip of his cockhead like a lollipop. She caught Tony by surprise, looking directly into his camera and saying, "I love this cock. I could suck it forever." She winked at the camera and after forming a wide 'O' with her mouth, deep-throated him once again, stopping only when her mouth bumped into his pubic hair. 

"That feels so good," Butch groaned encouragingly. "Yeah, keep doing that, baby."

Bev-o looked through his camera lens and was surprised to see a long, wet streak of lipstick running along the shaft of Butch's cock, and made certain he had a good visual of it before moving on to another setting.

Tony got the next explicit shot. Tori looked up at Butch, then took his cock from her mouth and still staring into his eyes, squeezing it tightly and began rubbing it over her lips, across her cheeks, and then over the side of her jaw. She finished up by stroking her throat with the inflamed cockhead, in the process smearing his pre-cum all over her face.

"Cut!" Tony yelled and the couple froze in place. "Let's take a break," Tony said. Bev-o took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweaty brow. Butch squeezed his cock in an attempt to keep from coming then and there.

"You two take a break," Tony told them. "I don't want Butch to shoot off just now. We want to get a good fuck out of him, all right?" he said to everyone. 

Butch nodded in understanding. Tori revealed her disappointment with a quick scowl, but then shrugged her shoulders and sat down next to Ginger, who absently patted her thigh in feigned understanding.

"Charlie, you ready?" Bev-o asked, and the big man nodded his chin. "Yup, thanks to Ginger there," he said and pointed at the beaming birthday girl. ________________________________________ Tony glanced over at the partition behind which Barely and Essence were making up and shrugged. When they were ready they would let him know, and so he concentrated his efforts on Mavis and Charlie who were naked and sitting side-by-side on the rumpled bedding.

"Charlie, let's start by having you kiss Mavis . . . you know, her mouth . . . a little tongue, and then maybe her neck and shoulders until you get to her tits."

"Want me to go down on her?"

"Sure, but take your time getting there." Mavis laughed, and added, "And when you do, don't rush, take your time, sweetie. I love getting eaten out."

"Action!"

Bev-o, using a full camera shot, caught Charlie moving in to kiss Mavis on the lips. Moments later he was licking her shoulder, then biting her neck, and continued down to her breasts, which he kissed in turn as Mavis offered them to his hungry mouth.

Bev-o remained on Mavis' face, which revealed her pleasure as Charlie manipulated her breasts, squeezing them, pinching them, and chewing ferociously on her long-tipped nipples. "Eat her, Charlie!" Tony called out, providing additional direction to the couple writhing on the bed.

On the sidelines, Tori bummed a cigarette from Hailey, and blew a stream of smoke toward the ceiling.

Charlie gently lay a series of wet kisses along Mavis' thigh before tenderly raising her leg and ducking under it. 

Mavis moaned lewdly as he trawled his long tongue up her inner thigh to the juncture where it met her groin. She instinctively opened her legs wider, and when his mouth made contact with her pussy her entire body jerked.

Using both hands, Charlie pulled the full labia apart. Her inner flesh was already glistening with her secretions, and the camera caught him spitting into her pussy to wet it further, and then he began to lap away at her inner folds as she squirmed under his skillful mouth and tongue. 

Mavis cried out when his tongue found her clit, and moaned happily as he teased it while sending his finger into her in search of her "G" spot.

Both cameras were on her face at this point, for it was evident to both Tony and Bev-o that Mavis was going to cum and cum soon.

Bev-o slowly zoomed away and filmed her body as it went through a series of gentle convulsions as Charlie wrung two more climaxes from her before lifting his sopping wet mouth and chin from her bright red cunt.

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On the other side of the partition, Essence had her hand buried between her legs, her long fingers dipping inside her vagina, the middle one finding the "G" spot and rubbing it absent-mindedly as she continued kissing Barely's penis, licking it clean. 

Almost as an afterthought, she climbed on top of Barely, settling her ass in his face, her crotch on his chest, and played with herself for him to see. In a heartbeat Barely's fingers were pressing down on hers, making her toes curl as she moaned delightedly at the sensations he'd caused her to experience.

Giggling lustily, Essence reached back with her other hand and played with her asscheeks, eventually she inserted one finger inside her sweat-slicked asshole. She hoped that Barely would pick up on the ass action she suddenly craved.

Barely got the hint and worked four fingers into her pussy, while sending his other hand to her flanks and eventually to the cleft that led to her asshole.

Essence had already pried her anus open with one of her own fingers and readily removed it when he touched it with his own. He slipped inside her and worked his digit in and out, then round and round, widening the puckered opening sufficiently to permit a second finger into her.

Essence cried out her pleasure and Barely slowly removed his fingers from her pussy and began to chew on her thick labia, occasionally sending his tongue into her cunt on, as far as Essence was concerned, an all too brief foraging expedition.

Essence was rubbing her breasts, and stretching her nipples when he brought her to a mild orgasm. She rewarded him by reaching under his body and dipping a wet finger into his steamy rectum, drawing a pleasured growl from him as his tight anus hugged her finger while he flexed his muscles around it. 

The young couple was still frigging one another's assholes as Barely made his way down to her cunt and buried his tongue in her. Open mouthed, Essence released a silent scream, and then began to lick his hard dick like a lollipop, paying special attention to the edges around his corona. 

They continued this for another five minutes until, in a fit of passion, Barely grabbed her and threw her onto her back. Essence felt the hot sweat pouring off her back and soaking the sheets as he gripped her ankles and held them high in the air. Without using his hands, he dipped his slimy cock inside her gaping cunthole, teasing her with just a hint of insertion, then pulling out, only to surge back in. 

Essence smiled, knowing her partner probably couldn't see her face, then arched her back up, and slammed herself into him, driving his prick fully into her. He followed up by draping her legs over his forearms, taking hold of her by her ribcage, and pounded the shit out of her.

Essence lay helpless as he moved into her, whipping her across the bed almost as viciously as he moved his own body, bouncing her onto himself again and again. Unable to contain herself, she started to cum, and for a long two minutes kept doing so, holding on to his knees the entire time while shuddering through one climax after another as his thick, greasy pole surged easily in and out of her.

During this period, each time Essence felt that she was going to stop coming, Barely revved his cock up and a new orgasm detonated from inside her pussy, spreading out like fire across an oil spill. Each orgasm crawled up her stomach like an animal, and grabbed her by the throat, making her scream over and over as her head whipped from side to side trying to manage the pleasure pouring out of her with such relentless force. 

Barely caught his second wind, summoned what stamina he had left, and pummeled her crotch. Essence, now unable to breathe, matched him for a time, pinching his arms inside her knees, and drove an orgasm across her flesh like sound waves pealing from a huge electronic bell. 

She managed to catch her breath long enough to call out, "Fuck!"

Then, discovering that yet another breath followed that one, she uttered a series of grunts, followed by, "Fuck . . . fuck me! Oh . . . my fucking God!" All the while she was drooling helplessly onto the sheets her face was grinding into; her cunt a morass of frothy bubbles from the commingled juices of her and her lover.

Then at last, Barely's entire body tensed. He arched his back, and drove his cock deep inside her with one final thrust. Seconds later, he extracted his one-eyed beast from her cunt with a soft pop, aimed it at her mid-section, and shot several thick ropes across and between her nipples; and dropped his full weight upon her so that their naked bodies slapped together. And with their legs entwined, he covered her lips with his open mouth.

She kissed him in return, their noses sliding together, until Barely, breathing hard, fell off to one side.

"Don't we have a movie to shoot?" she asked dreamily, her finger gliding through the sticky cum covering most of her right breast.

"Oh, shit!" he replied.

"Ain't no rush, baby," Essence cooed. "Nobody's yelling for us. I think they know what happened, and they decided to let it happen. Listen, you can hear them grunting over on the other set."

"Yeah, but I'm a partner in this fuck festival, and I better get with it," he told her.

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Charlie, sweating and panting, extricated himself and hovered over Mavis. His prick hung down over her face. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. Charlie slowly lowered his cock into it. 

Without taking her eyes from his, Mavis started sucking the end of it, simultaneously stroking the part of his cock that she could not get in her mouth. 

Charlie was totally erect when she shifted to his low-slung balls, taking first one, and then the other into her warm, wet mouth. Eventually, he tapped her on the shoulder, signaling that he was ready to screw her, and Mavis knelt down on all fours, positioning herself so that her cuntal opening was directly above his raging erection, and lowered herself on to it, causing it to disappear from sight. Surprisingly, they entered into a torrid, almost frantic kiss, tongues and lips mashing together violently and, when they parted, Mavis' upper lip was bleeding. Stoically, she ignored the blood, except to lick it away with the occasional swipe of her tongue. 

She was more concerned with the pleasure derived from riding his cock like a pole, and Bev-o demonstrated his professionalism by recording her actions for posterity with a fantastic close-up, filling the screen with the sight of Charlie's cock, sheathed in Mavis' puffy folds, thrusting upwards to meet her downward movements; and it was also clear that he was nearing his climax.




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Then, with a loud cry, his body went rigid.

"Come in me!" Mavis shrieked.

Charlie's ass lifted off the bed as he pumped his load into her; his fingers dug deeply into the cheeks of her ass, leaving marks that would be visible for two weeks afterward.

When Mavis was certain that he had finished, she raised herself off his cock until only his crown was still in her, and she began to inch herself forward while still maintaining contact with it. Still moving forward, Mavis caused his diminishing dick to slip from her creamy cunt and flop idly on to his stomach. 

A thick globule of cum slowly dribbled out of her twat as she positioned herself over his mouth.

Tony, not believing what was in front of him, stopped filming to check the scene with his own eyes, and only then did he resume filming the couple on the bed. 

At about this point, Barely and Essence strolled quietly onto the set. Noting that a session was in full mode, he gave Essence a love tap on her rear, and began looking for his camera.

Eventually, both he and Essence began shooting the scene along with Tony and Bev-o. And so it was that all four cameras captured Charlie's tongue as it speared and then swallowed the long stringy globule of cum, making for one of the most memorable shots in porn history.

Mavis gently squeezed her labia with her fingers and another bubble of milky white sperm appeared, and Charlie seemed to savor it on the tip of his tongue before gulping it down his throat.

"For Christ's sake, Charlie," Tony called out, "Eat her, will ya?"

Charlie sealed his mouth to her, and everyone could even hear the sound of him sucking the fluid from her. Each male in the room had an erection. Each and every female was yearning for either a tongue or a cock.

Mavis came two more times as Charlie's mouth pillaged her twat, and then slowly raised herself off his face, and looked at him through slitted eyelids. Charlie had managed to swallow virtually everything that came from Mavis' cunt, and now there was a small residue left on his chin. 

Mavis licked him clean, and then kissed him; holding his face in both her hands and revealing a tenderness heretofore not seen on her part. "Cut!" Tony called out and the spectators rushed over to the couple with hugs and compliments on their proficiency in fucking and sucking. ________________________________________ "Okay," Tony called out, "are you ready, Ginger?"

"Sure am," the teen answered brightly. "Who gets me?"

"That would be me," Tony informed her. "But first we're going to film an interview."

"Cool."

"Ready! Quiet on the set! Roll 'em! And . . . action!"

"Hello," Tony said to Ginger who was sitting on the couch previously used by Hailey and Shelia.

"Hi!" she responded brightly.

"Your name is Ginger?"

"Yes, it is."

"And, you are how old?"

"It's what, two-thirty in the morning? That makes me eighteen. Today is my birthday."

"Would you be kind enough to hold your driver's license up for the camera? You can cover your last name if you like."

Ginger complied, and held the license up for all to see, her thumb covering her last name, per Tony's prior instructions.

"The camera has a date stamp on the video as it records, so that should satisfy anyone questioning Ginger's age as we proceed," Tony said into the lens held by Essence.

"Are you a virgin, Ginger?"

"Not exactly," she replied, and then giggled into her hand.

"What's so funny?"

"I've been horny watching everyone since I got here.

"That's reassuring to our viewers, I'm sure." Ginger giggled.

"We found you at Crazy's. Were you there for any special reason?"

"My boyfriend told me I could make a ton of money if I got into one of your videos."

"Is he here?"

"No," she replied, and giggled and began to shake her ankle nervously.

"Where is he?"

"I dunno, maybe he found another girl and took her home with him."

"You all right with that?"

"I guess. I'm here with you, ain't I?"

"That's true. What have you been doing since you got here?"

"I been talkin' with some of the girls. Watching them fluffin' the guys."

"What's fluffing?"

Ginger, wearing only a bra and panties, settled back into the cushions and giggled daintily. "Okay," she said, "sucking cocks, you know, keeping the other guys hard so that when they go on camera they're ready, really ready."

So this will be your first time then?" Tony said into the microphone.

"Yeah, quite," Ginger said, "but I know I'm gonna like fuckin' and all."

Tony couldn't help but laugh as he imagined this playing out on a screen in homes around the nation.

"Are you and me going to fuck now?"

"That seems like a good idea, Ginger," Tony said and signaled Barely to resume the sound coverage while putting the mike down.

Ginger gaily skipped to the rumpled bed, and sprawled upon the semen stained sheets awaiting Tony, who was slowly peeling off his clothing. 

As he peeled off his jeans, Tony said, "Let's see those pretty tits you were talking about, Ginger."

She deftly unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. "They are exceptional, aren't they, guys?" 

Tony said to the crew, who answered affirmatively. It wasn't that she had the biggest pair of tits filmed that evening, but they appeared to be the freshest, most vibrant pair that any of the crew, except Tony, had seen in a while. 

Tony, of course had been feasting on teen tits since the Girls Gone Wild van had gone into action.

"Now let's have a look at your pussy," he said. Ginger raised her buttocks and using her thumbs, pried her panties off, and kicked them away.

"Nice," Tony said, as two cameras zoomed in on her pussy.

"Can you open it for me?"

Ginger, with a wide grin on her face, used both hands to spread her thick-lipped labia apart, revealing the pink flesh inside.

"Get it nice and wet for me, sweetie," Tony said. And Ginger immediately complied, masturbating at a leisurely pace.

"Mmm," she moaned, her eyes closed, getting into it.

Tony gave her a couple minutes, allowing the cameras free rein to cover her masturbation technique, and then climbed onto the bed joining her.

"You're very beautiful, Ginger," he said. "Mmmm, thanks . . ." she replied, half alert, half lost in her masturbation.

"I'm going to kiss you," he told her. 

"Oh!" she said, hearing him through her sexual haze, and opened her eyes and let them move over his body, took in his cock, and boldly lingered there.

He kissed her, found her mouth open and waiting for his tongue. Her fingers were frantically thrusting in and out of her pussy as the kiss went on and on. And when it ended, Ginger's mouth remained pursed, wanting more, but Tony shifted position and wound up straddling Ginger's neck.

She giggled, and he lightly slapped her face with his hardon. She giggled even more, when his ass rubbed against her steely nipples. The musky aroma of her excited cunt filled the room.

"You gonna beat me to death with that club?" she giggled delightedly.

"Do you like it, baby?" he asked, wiggling his hot cock against the young girl's mouth, working it between her thinly stretched lips.

"Mmmm," Ginger cooed, and began munching and sucking much as she had the other men while serving as a fluffer. 

Her dark eyes gazed up at Tony as if she were madly in love. And, as she sucked his thickly veined member, she wiggled a finger up into her leaking cunt.

Tony pulled his prick out. He was already panting, and his skin was flushed. The just turned eighteen-year-old licked his cock as if it were a gigantic lollipop. He lifted up; let her lick his balls, and then his crotch. 

Ginger was apparently comfortable with anything he had to offer her. Tony realized this and settled his ass over her face. She sucked noisily on his asshole, constantly moaning, and pumping her finger in and out of her tight pink pussy.

"Christ!" Tony bellowed; his cock was upright and throbbing against his abdomen. "You are a very naughty little girl," he shouted, and slid down until he was on his belly between her legs.

Roughly, he pulled her finger out of her cunt and sucked it into his mouth. Took it out of his mouth, admired it for a second, and then dived down between her legs, opening her pussy by prying her labia apart.

She squirmed, reveling in his touches. 

"Oh, I love that! Ooooh, lick it! Oh . . . oh, I love it!"

Tony growled, slurping, sucking, and driving his tongue in and out of the girl's inflamed pussy. As he sucked her, he humped against the bed spread. Ginger arched up. Her toes curled, and she grabbed Tony's head, crushing it between her thighs, humping at his face, and wriggling as if trying to escape his knowing mouth.

Then she began to gasp repeatedly, and her eyes turned back to white slits.

"Ohmuhgod . . . I'm coming!"

Hearing her cry, Tony pulled away, Ginger's juices dripped from his lips. "That was quick," he laughed, are you gonna keep coming every couple minutes?"

"The way you do me, maybe," she confessed after catching her breath.

She kicked her legs up in the air, gripped them behind her knees, and pulled them wide and well back. The camera caught her pink cunt pulsating with excitement, and a clear cream was trickling from it like syrup onto a stack of pancakes.

"Shove your big old cock into me, Tony. C'mon, fuck me, baby!"

Tony laughed at her antics, and rose up beside her and waved his hardon under her nose. In the close-up, his member appeared monstrous, and it was a remarkable sight watching him position himself at Ginger's entrance.

Ginger wrapped her arms and legs around him as he settled down on her. Her little ass was already jerking up and down in anticipation, and she was gasping, as he slowly slithered into her.

"Oh, Tony, it feels so good! Move it, Tony, move it! Oh, fuck me!"

Tony grunted like a bull, his face as red as a beet as he crushed the little girl under him, grinding his hot prick in and out of her tight, sucking cunt.

Ginger clawed Tony's back, kicked at his humping ass, twisted her head from side to side, her mouth open, her eyes closed.

"Oh, Tony, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried.

Tony grunted, already fucking her savagely, his cock making obscene squishing noises in the young girl's juicy cunt. The twin cameras caught his balls flapping against her pink crotch, as they gradually were covered by the frosting of her creamy juices already frothing out of her and around his plunging prick.

Ginger, writhing against him, gasped. "Oh . . . oh, I'm gonna cum!"

Tony plastered his mouth to hers, shoving his tongue down her throat. The kiss allowed him to slow down from the impossibly torrid pace he'd set. She returned the kiss, but never stopped grinding her pubic mound against him. She was loving the sensations his sex horn was wringing out of her.

She ended the kiss, involuntarily, for her eyes rolled back in her head, and her toes curled as her pussy clenched him tightly.

Tony rammed his prick in to the hilt, and began to tremble. He was coming and his body jerked with each bolt of jizm launched into her vagina. Ginger clung fiercely to him, grunting out her own pleasure, for she was coming along with Tony. As their orgasms subsided, Ginger opened her eyes wide. "Now do it to me the other way," she said. "What way?"

"You know! The way dogs do it."

Tony pulled his dripping cock out of her, pushing away.

Ginger scrambled up on her hands and knees, Tony's sperm oozed from her pinkish slit of her sexual orifice.

"Cut, and print that!" he called out. But Barely and Essence had already done so. "Ginger," Tony said, still panting and sweating profusely, "we're gonna take a short break. Then we'll have a go at doggy-style." 

She pouted, but hopped off the bed and went for a coke.

"Hey, Tony," Butch called out, "I dunno if you're interested or not, but Mavis here tells me she's a squirter."

"Is that right, Mavis?" Tony asked.

"Um, yeah . . . I guess," she said shyly.

"Want us to put you down for a performance?"

"Well, I dunno . . . I mean I'd have to jill off for a while. I usually use a vibrator to hurry things along, you know?"

"Essence, don't we have a bag of toys around here someplace?" Tony asked.

Without saying a word, Essence hurried over to a darkened corner of the huge warehouse and returned with three items, which she dropped on the rumpled bedding.

Mavis went over and looked at them. "Are they clean?"

"I'd wash 'em good if I were you," Essence told her.

"Yeah," Mavis said, "Good advice. Where's the sink?"

Charlie pointed to the bathroom, and Mavis took two of the implements with her.

Barely called out, "We got us some time here; let's have some girl on girl for about fifteen minutes. Who wants in?"

Hailey and Sheila stood up, hoping to reprise their earlier session which was not on tape.

"Good, good," said Barely, "girls would you please straighten up the bed some? It looks like shit, and it will look even worse on tape."

Both girls made some rudimentary tugs on the sheets and the rumpled bed began to take on a decent appearance.

"Hey, thanks ladies," he said, "and now if I can get another cameraman up, we'll proceed." ________________________________________ Bev-o picked up his camera and sauntered over to the opposite side of the bed from Barely.

"Ready, action, roll -'em!" Barely said and the two girls embraced under the hot lights and then entered into a long, tongue filled kiss. After the kiss ended, Sheila twisted around and took Hailey's toe into her mouth and began to suck on it. 

Bev-o's camera roamed Hailey's lush body as it lay on the bed. Later it was clear to the most casual viewer that her nails were chipped, and her eyes coated with old, not new, makeup. 

"I feel so sexy!" Hailey panted. "Oh, Sheila, I've always wanted to be like this with you!"

Hailey wrested her foot away from Sheila and fell on her, kissing her, rubbing their breasts and cunt's together. They were kissing again, with Hailey's tongue licking out Sheila's mouth. Hailey's saliva ran down Sheila's throat, and Sheila was surprised at its sweetness. 

Spontaneously, Sheila's arms moved up around Hailey, wrapping Hailey in a fierce embrace. Moaning, grinding her throbbing cunt-mound against Hailey's cunt-mound, she sucked Hailey's sweet, slippery tongue.

Their kiss broke. Both girls were moaning, panting. Sheila felt as if her tits would explode, as if her nipples would split open with hardness.

"Let's rub our cunts together!" Hailey panted, her lust glazed eyes captured by Bev-o's camera. Sheila was too dazed to do anything. All she could do was lie there and let Hailey take charge. 

Hailey reversed her body, and shoved her feet toward Sheila's face, and then scissored her legs along Sheila's torso, pushing one leg along Sheila's belly and the other along Sheila's back. As she scissored Sheila's torso with her legs, Sheila's legs automatically fell into position, scissoring Hailey's torso in the same way. Hailey pressed her blonde crotch against Sheila's brunette crotch. Moaning, the two girls ground their pussies together.

Whispering loud enough for the cameras to record, Hailey said, "Spread your lips so our holes and clits touch."

And, with one camera on each girl's pussy, the two girls pried their labia apart, and rubbed them against each other's. 

Sheila gasped at the sensation.

"Rub!" Hailey panted, "Rub!"

"Oh, yeah!" Sheila gasped, as Hailey complied; and then began frantically rubbing her own cunt against Hailey's. She could feel Hailey's hard clit pressing into her wet, spongy mound, and screamed, "Oh, God, Hailey!"

The two moaned deliriously as they fucked each other. Hailey had her bare foot rubbing Sheila's face, her toes clutching, toenails scratching, and Sheila started licking the sole of her foot and then began nipping and gnawing her toes. Hailey started doing the same thing to Sheila's wiggling toes, as they continued grinding their crotches together.

Barely couldn't believe how turned on both girls were. Sheila looked like a wild animal, as she ground and humped her cunt against Hailey's. 

Even as she fucked into Hailey's cunt, she continued chewing and sucking on Hailey's toes, then switched off to gnaw at her heel. 

Sheila whimpered and let it form into a low growl. She needed to come, and began fucking Hailey frenziedly. Hailey responded in kind. The camera crew had to scramble to keep them in focus and in full frame.

"I'm coming!" Hailey whimpered, "Ohhh, Jesus, Sheila!"

"Me too! Me too!" Sheila yelled deliriously. "Coming too!"

Juice gushed from both their pussies like water wrung from a sponge. Sheila would later swear she felt an actual spurt of hot juice shoot from Hailey and splash into her own and felt so good she wanted to float away on the sensations and never come back.

Hailey started giggling.

"What's so funny?" Sheila had the presence of mind to ask.

"I feel so good!" Hailey cooed. She pulled her foot away from Sheila's face, unscissored her legs from around Sheila's loins and torso, and swung around to crouch between Sheila's legs. She kissed Sheila's navel, smooched down Sheila's lower belly to her glistening pussy. 

She pushed Sheila's legs wider apart, parted her labia with her thumbs, and blew on her clit. Sheila arched up, panting, "Stop! I can't stand it! I just came!"

Hailey ignored her and began flicking her tongue over the other's clit.

Sheila's eyes almost popped out, and she shrieked, "Coming again!"

Hailey giggled, and mashed her lips to the sodden pink flesh, then sucked voraciously.

And so quietly that one had to strain their ears to hear it, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" came from Sheila's lips.

Hailey returned to her clit and sucked mercilessly. Sheila grabbed her own nipples, pinching and twisting them as she ground her teeth.

"Oh, you bitch!" Sheila whined as she thrashed about.

"Oh, God, you're killing me!"

Hailey forced her legs up in the air, then pressed her thighs back into her breasts. This raised Sheila's ass off the mattress, and her open crotch and parted asscheeks waved in Hailey's face. 

Hailey went wild, slurping from the end of Sheila's cunt to the other, making wet, noisy sounds as she did so.

Sheila rubbed her ass against Hailey's mouth, now pleading with her to: "Lick! Suck! Eat my pussy!"

Hailey gave a mischievous glance up at Sheila, but never paused in her attack on the other's cunt, until a wicked look appeared in her eyes and she nuzzled Sheila's cunt, and shoved her tongue up Sheila's asshole; and with the sudden outcry of delight from Sheila, immediately transferred her tongue back into her cunt.

"What are you doing, you filthy bitch?" Sheila mumbled, mesmerized by what Hailey was doing to her.

Nonplussed, Hailey twisted her tongue deep inside Sheila's asshole. At the same time, she shoved her index finger up Sheila's cunt and started finger fucking her.

Sheila's eyes rolled up in her head. Her ass gyrated uncontrollably each time the finger plunged into her. Her cunt began to leak some serious pussy juice, and Hailey's hand was soon covered with a froth that was mostly bubbly cunt juice. 

Hailey pulled her tongue out of Sheila's asshole and attacked the juices seeping from her cunt and then licked her hand clean before returning her mouth and tongue back to Sheila's twitching pussy to kiss, suck and lick frenziedly.

Sheila's toes clenched as Hailey's tongue wiggled up her cunt. Her hands came down on Hailey's head, pressing the other girl's face deeper between her legs.

"Eat me!" she panted. "Suck me! Oh, Hailey! Oh, Jesus . . . yes, yes, yes!"

Hailey responded with a low snarling growl, and increased the intensity of her onslaught on Sheila's cunt. At the same time, her hand went between her own thighs and she started finger fucking herself. 




Prankster Ch. 09



The cameras kept rolling, capturing Hailey crouched in front of Sheila, her face pressed to Sheila's crotch, her tongue sluicing in and out of Sheila's cunt; and jerking herself off.

Sheila's fingernails dug into Hailey's scalp, as she came again.

And moments later, a very greedy, but needy Sheila was croaking out, "Please, please! Make me cum again!"

Hailey turned up her blue eyes, giving Sheila a seductive, ecstatic expression that all but delivered the requested orgasm. 

But Hailey responded, sucking relentlessly on Sheila's clit, even as her right hand jerked wildly between her own legs, making squishy sounds of her own.

"Oh, oh, oh, Christ! Oh, Hailey, oh, Hailey, baby, baby, baby . . . I'm going over . . ." 

Sheila exploded. Her pussy spewed juice into Hailey's mouth. She started to jerk and grunt as the spasms shook her senseless.

Hailey came too, and both girls collapsed, with arms and legs wrapped around each other, totally exhausted. ________________________________________ Mavis came out of the bathroom smoking a cigarette, then turned around and returned to the toilet, threw the cigarette into the bowl and flushed it away before returning to the set.

Per Barely's instructions, she was only wearing a bra and panties, as she allowed herself to be guided over to the second set, sitting down on the wicker chair provided for her.

Again, following Barely's instructions, Mavis removed her bra and cupped her breasts to the camera, and announced, "Hi, there, I'm Mavis. Welcome to the first edition of Girls Gone Wild." 

Actually, Mavis was looking forward to getting this over with. She had no last minute change of heart about matters, but was finding it kind of nerve wracking, especially with all the onlookers. 

She wanted to do it and get it over with, period. But there was a great deal of curiosity in her mind, 'What would it be like to see herself jilling off in front of the camera? Especially when she came the way she knew they wanted her to."

"Cut!" Barely called out. 

"What's wrong?" Mavis asked, obviously puzzled.

"Oh, sorry, Mavis. Nothing's wrong. I just cut that because it was just a lead in to the basic shoot, which is what we doing next."

"Oh, okay."

Barely stood directly in front of her. His girlfriend, Essence was holding the other camera. Mavis thought she was a beautiful woman, especially for a black girl.

'Why did I think about her that way,' Mavis wondered. 'Why did I think, black girl? She's beautiful in any color. Am I prejudiced?' No one was reading her mind, nor thinking that she might harbor such thoughts, and things proceeded as scheduled.

"Well," Essence said. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

Mavis nodded. 

"Just relax," Barely said. "We'll take it nice and slow."

Mavis thought he seemed really nice. For that matter, so did Essence. She gave them both a hesitant smile, and crossed her legs, and took a closer look at Essence.

'My God,' she thought. 'I want her. That's why I thought about her being black. I really want to make love to her. I'd do it in an instant, but she's probably straight, and with her boyfriend right here . . .'

Mavis recrossed her legs, hoping that Essence would be staring at her pussy. She was disappointed to see that the black woman had not taken the bait, and frowned.

Concerned, Barely asked, "Something wrong, Mavis?" 

"No, no, nothing's the matter. Nerves, I guess," she said, and nodded in support of her statement.

"Okay then," Barely said, "we might as well start shooting. Are you ready to go, Mavis?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

"Do you have the right toy?"

"Um, yeah," she replied and held up a small circular device designed for stimulating the clitoris.

"All right then, action!"

Mavis hesitated. She heard the faint mechanical noise of the camera starting to shoot. It was real, and it was happening now. She looked dead-on at the nearest camera and smiled. "Hi, I'm a squirter. Do you know what that is?" she inquired of her invisible audience.

Tony off to one side was taken aback by her opening. 'She's the first one to talk to the camera. That alone is worth a small fortune in sales. Now if she'll keep talking, and make sense, I'll give her a bonus, a big bonus as soon as the money rolls in.'

With an even broader smile, Mavis continued, "Being a squirter means that when I come from masturbating, or screwing, I actually squirt fluid out. The first boy to see me doing it thought I was peeing on him." She paused and laughed suggestively. "I wasn't, of course, but try convincing him."

The cameras recorded light laughter off the screen.

"I had to wait a while until a guy was willing to taste my fluid. He knew right off it wasn't urine, although how he was able to tell the difference I don't know. Well," she smirked, "maybe I do. It's only a theory, but I suspect everyone tastes their own urine . . . and worse during their early childhood. And that the taste stays with us the rest of our lives. Anyway, I have this little clit stimulator to help me along. It usually takes me about five minutes to get it going, and then . . . sometimes it just won't stop. So be prepared, Mr. Cameraman."

Mavis slouched down in the chair and spread her legs. Using two fingers on her left hand, she pulled her panties to one side and brought the clit stimulator down to her neatly trimmed pussy.

She pushed her hips forward, revealing her slitted opening to the camera, and then opened it even wider using both hands. Carefully, she let one finger caress her clitoris. Her mouth opened in surprise at how wet she was and she uttered a delighted, "OH!"

Next, Mavis licked her fingers, wetting them thoroughly, and began rubbing her pussy with her glistening fingertips. She fell into a rhythm, stroking her pussy and pressing her thumb against her sizzling hot clitoris.

Both cameras began to circle her, each one making sure that at least one camera was riveted to her pussy at all times.

"Put a finger up there," Tony called out calmly, and she obliged him, and then unashamedly added a second finger to the first.

Bev-o knelt down in front of her and zoomed in on her pussy.

Mavis' legs developed a slight tremble. She was having difficulty breathing, and picked that moment to select the small, almost circular vibrator and apply it directly to her clit.

"Enjoying the show so far?" she asked the viewing audience in a husky, croaking as she edged ever closer to her orgasm. "Well, it gets better, sweetie. Keep a close eye on me now . . . you don't want to miss it."

Tony was stunned that she would ask such a question, and knew intuitively that Mavis was someone special, someone to be retained for other videos that might be made in the near future.

With her free hand, Mavis beckoned to Bev-o as he knelt before her. "I'm almost there, baby, she whispered. "Wanna see me squirt?" The look in her eyes was one of wanton hunger.

A split second later as she rubbed the tiny vibrator over her clit for about the fiftieth time, a fine, misty spray emerged from around the vibrator. Bev-o caught it perfectly; a thin stream of juice arcing into the air and covering his camera lens.

"Jesus Christ!" Bev-o roared, and hastily wiped the lens clean with a camera cloth.

"Nice one!" Ginger called out as she applauded. "Oh, honey . . . that was beautiful!"

"Not finished!" Mavis grunted as she peeled off her panties and renewed her masturbatory display.

Tony beckoned to Charlie, and he quickly hurried over to him, "Yeah, Tony?"

"When she finishes I want you to fuck her," and leaning closer to Charlie, he told him how he wanted Charlie to proceed.

"Gotcha, boss. I'll do my best."

They turned to watch Mavis, who was just using the vibrator on her clit, and not bothering to penetrate herself at all.

"I . . . I need someone to touch me," she panted.

Tony elbowed Charlie, and he moved in and knelt next to her, checking with Bev-o to make certain he wasn't blocking his camera angle.

Charlie's fingers moved knowingly to Mavis' pussy and slipped inside. "Now slowly . . . really, really slow, Charlie, until I say otherwise, then finger me as hard and as fast as you can until I say stop!" she said breathing heavily.

"Oh, yeah, fuck, yeah!" she moaned delightedly, as Charlie began to follow her instructions. "That's gonna do it, Charlie!" she called out in warning.

Essence and Bev-o double-checked their focus and kept their eyes on her pussy as Charlie fingered her and Mavis herself used the vibrator on her clit.

"Faster, Charlie! Faster now!"

Charlie was kneeling on the floor in front of her, pummeling her pussy with his hand as fast as it was humanly possible to do, all the while hearing her shouting, "Faster, you mother-fucking prick! Faster! Harder! Faster!"

He had one arm around her knee for leverage and support, and had two fingers jabbing her cunt as fast as he could.

"NOW! NOW!" she screamed suddenly, "STOP!" He did, still not sure what to expect when it came, or rather, when she came.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed seconds later. 

The only way to describe what happened was to say that a sheen of flying, clear liquid . . . seemed to cascade out of her like a waterfall. It wasn't just that single solitary sheet of raining cum either, but a second one that was even fuller, and thicker and shot out in an even higher arc than the first. Charlie would later swear to Tony that he felt as it as flew over his shoulder, literally bathing his entire back when it landed.

Essence swore under her breath as Mavis continued to rub her clit with the vibrator. Her eyes were tightly closed, but her face bore a beatific serenity as she continued to spray rope after rope out at the camera lenses. Her hips bucking and humping as stream after stream shot forth, until with a loud but contented sigh, she slumped in the chair and let the hand holding the vibrator drop to her side.

"See? I told you, guys!" Mavis giggled joyously. "Can this girl cum or what?"

"Great!" Essence yelled. "Cut! And that's a wrap."

Mavis sat up, obviously dazed from her exertions. Bev-o handed her a roll of tissue paper, and she used it to wipe her fingers and her pussy. Then Essence helped Charlie clean her fluids off his shoulders and back.

"So, now what?" Mavis asked. Her cheeks were flushed. In fact, her performance had left her seeking more sexual fulfillment.

"Charlie, you ready?" Tony asked.

"Yup, ready as a tomcat on Saturday night."

"What are we gonna do?" she asked curiously.

Charlie smiled. "I believe this is where you suck my cock."

Mavis nodded enthusiastically, "Okay."

"You can stay where you are, Mavis," Tony said. "Charlie, you come over and stand in front of her. Ready?"

Both Mavis and Charlie nodded.

"Okay, roll 'em!" Tony called out, and the next scene was underway.

She looked up at him, smiling lewdly as he stood before her and slowly, almost obscenely, unzippered his jeans and exposed his long, banana shaped cock.

Mavis let the wet tip of her tongue graze the tip of his member. Charlie shivered, and she looked up at him lasciviously and gave it another quick flick of her tongue.

Calmly, she started stroking his pulsating shaft as it continued to grow in size. Bev-o knelt down in front of them, getting a close up of her face and Charlie's cock.

Essence was filming over Mavis's shoulder, more or less shooting straight down.

Mavis continued to massage the cock, holding her hand daintily just behind the helmet until it occurred to her that he might like something a little different. She made a mental bet with herself that no one had ever done what she was about to do to him before. Suddenly she used the long, red nail of her right hand to gently scratch and tickle the sensitive mound at the back of the helmet. Charlie grunted and almost jerked his cock from her hand.

"What the fuck?"

Mavis laughed mischievously, but in the next moment Charlie went wild; grabbing the back of her neck, he thrust his cock into her mouth. Caught off-guard, Mavis opened her mouth, and he forged in over her tongue and half-way down her throat.

Later she would have a vivid recollection of his salty, but spicy taste, but just then she feared that he was about to choke her.

Fortunately for the two of them, Charlie pulled back and out of her mouth, only to slap her lips with his erection. In seconds, Mavis had her mouth open like that of a guppy begging to be fed.

And he was only too happy to feed her. This time she was ready and accepted his entire length, again and again, letting him pump into her mouth as fast and as deep as he wanted to.

Essence concentrated on his cock, and recorded it in all its saliva glistening glory as it slid rhythmically in and out between her red lips. 

Suddenly, he pulled out all the way. Mavis watched the shimmering wet cock standing vertical and rigid in front of her face. 

Essence captured the cock trembling with excitement. Bev-o caught Charlie's fist as it took hold of Mavis' hair, holding her head still before ramming his shaft deep into her throat, but not before slamming into her esophagus and setting off a gagging sequence that took precious seconds to bring under control. 

Mavis was pissed at him, but Charlie paid no heed to her, ramming his meat into her mouth over and over again until she was whimpering and he yanked his dick out of her mouth and let it point straight up at the ceiling.

"Whew," he gasped, and took a step back.

Mavis was gasping for breath. She looked at him cautiously as he paused to take a drink of bottled water and then smiled amiably at her.

Mavis shook her head in confusion.

"You want anything to drink?" Charlie asked her. 

"Yes, water, please."

Tony quickly handed her an ice cold bottle of mineral water. She gulped it down, emptying the bottle before Charlie finished his.

"You two are dynamite together," Tony told them.

"Thanks," Mavis said, looking over at Charlie. He was now completely naked, and though his long cock had settled down a bit, it was still hard. 

"Are you two ready to go on?" Tony asked.

Mavis nodded. "I guess it's time to fuck?" she said matter of factly.

"Yeah," Tony said and grinned at her.

Mavis touched her pussy, found she was still very wet, but she held Charlie off with one hand in the air and masturbated with the other. She felt so shameless, so horny.

"Okay," Mavis whispered after a minute or so, and stood up.

"No, don't get up," Tony called over to her. "Charlie will show you what to do."

She sat down in the chair, and looked over at Charlie, who stood stark naked, stroking his cock.

The camera started whirring, and came toward her. His erect cock bounced stiffly with each step and stopped in front of her.

"Action! Roll 'em!" Tony shouted.

What came next happened very quickly. Charlie grabbed her upper arms, almost, but not quite hurting her. Then he pulled Mavis out of the chair, and threw her to the floor, where she landed on her hands and knees on the carpet. With slow, menacing steps he came towards her. He was still stroking his cock, making it harder and harder. The cameramen moved around them, giving them plenty of room.

Charlie followed Mavis to the carpet, greedily sniffing her cunt before lapping at it like a dog. Mavis was squirming with excitement as he grabbed his cock by the root, and positioned the bulging head at the mouth of Mavis's wet entrance, and then slowly, ever so slowly, with the cameras recording every millimeter, the rock hard cock forced its way into her pussy.

"Ohhh," Mavis whispered. It was a very satisfied sound. Charlie backed out and then reentered her; and kept doing so until she almost passed out from the lovely sensations he caused within her. Then he started fucking her, really fucking her, slamming his long cock deep and slowly withdrawing it, and then slamming it back into her, reveling in the feel of her velvet softness on his cock as he twisted and ground it in and out of her. 

Mavis, of course, was humping back at him, gasping for breath, digging her nails into his back as he rammed into the wetness of her sex.

"Coming!" she cried out, for they had asked her to let them know when she was about to squirt again.

And squirt she did, but because Charlie's cock remained inside her, the cameras caught her fluids flowing out over his cock and balls, and not spewing, or arcing directly at the cameras.

"Fuck me," she hissed, over and over; a two-worded mantra: "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Charlie heeding her cries, increased his thrusts, and his tireless cock pounded into her like a piston of pure, bulging lust. 

Mavis' body stiffened up for a moment as she began to reach the peak of her climax. Moments later, it overpowered her, and as she was squirming in ecstasy, the cameramen zoomed in on her face, and then on her crotch, recording her grunts and the squishing sounds of their coupling. It seemed that Mavis' fluids were everywhere: flying off Charlie's cock, as it pulled out of her; and pouring out of her sexual orifice whenever it wasn't corked by his prick.

From the side of the bed Mavis heard the clatter of belt buckle, zipper and pants. She glanced over toward the sounds and saw Butch stripping off his clothing. His eyes were wild, and his stiff cock stood straight out from his body. He was looking greedily at Mavis as he slowly pulled back his foreskin, exposing his huge, purple knob.

"I'm next," he told her. She nodded eagerly and made herself ready to accept him. Charlie now lay next to her, having spent himself moments earlier.

In one quick move, Butch turned Mavis over, placing her on her back on the carpet. Then he dropped between her legs and steered his pulsating cock toward the mouth of her pussy. As wet as she was, he was dry and met some resistance, causing her to moan in either discomfort or pain. But she hung in and was soon making the necessary adjustments to accommodate him.

"Do you want this cock?" Butch asked derisively.

Mavis nodded, and through wet lips said, "Yes," she cried, "I want it. C'mon, fuck me."

Butch grunted as he drove into her like a pile driver, "You're so fucking hot!" he growled, "so fuckin' hot!"

She let him fuck her, gave herself to him, and discovered that never had she enjoyed a fuck so intensely. The cameramen walked around the couple on the floor, capturing the various angles offered them by the couple.

Mavis was now sobbing with lustful gratitude, and suddenly another orgasm swept over her and she was screaming and kicking beneath him. Butch pulled out of her, but she continued to fuck the space he created, not noticing that he was no longer fucking her.

He held his cock in his hand, jerking it wildly.

"Ahhhhhh, here I cum!" he shouted, and Bev-o pointed the camera at his glistening, wet, jerking cock as it spewed long, fat jets of scalding sperm onto her face. Mavis quickly opened her mouth and caught two salty spurts before he was finished coming.

And it was over. The crew put their cameras down. Charlie handed Mavis a box of tissues and she began to wipe the semen from her face and body. When she was satisfied with that, she dabbed fresh tissues at her pussy and thighs until that area was also cleansed. Then she gathered her clothing and went off to a vacant corner and dressed.

Charlie waited until she was finished and then sauntered over.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi, Charlie," Mavis said cautiously.

"I was wondering," he said, "would you like to have dinner with me?"

"It's what . . . two, three in the morning, Charlie?"

"Oh . . . yeah, I know. I meant like tonight, or maybe tomorrow night."

Mavis smiled up at him. "Yeah, sure, Charlie, why not?" 

"So . . . can I have your number?" Charlie asked shyly.

She was amused and touched by him. He'd just fucked her brains out in front of maybe fifteen people and now he was shy about asking her out.




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She wrote her number down on a scrap of paper and handed it to him. 

"Don't lose it," she said. Several guys had done just that to her in the past, and she was insecure about giving her number out. Yet she had good vibes about him. She laughed, thinking, 'He's just screwed my brains out, and I'm worried he won't call me?'



Prankster Ch. 10



Copyright © 2007



Many thanks to "Techsan" for graciously giving his time and effort to me in editing this and other stories of mine in recent months. As always, I appreciate your excellent support, thanks again, Techsan.

Chapter 10

After letting the girls out of the van and escorting them into the warehouse, Tony made a couple of calls to old acquaintances he trusted, asking them if they were willing to get laid while on camera. Two of the four men he called agreed, and he gave them the address and told them to hurry over.

Barely made a call to Essence, asking her to touch base with a couple of their friends. Thirty minutes later, she waltzed in with a handsome black male on one arm, and a tanned blonde haired white male on the other. The latter was a former professional tennis player, who would later demonstrate miraculous staying power while plowing his way through several of the girls.

And so, as Tony counted faces, he discovered that he had on hand, himself, Barely, the two men Essence brought, namely Hans and Jared; and Butch and Charlie. 

They ruled out Barely's cousin because he was gay. He would, however, man the camera at all times, while Tony and Barely would take turns unless others were fornicating for them.

He turned to the girls and found: Sheila, who was down for girl on girl, and anal; a red head named Sissy, who wore a red, white and blue cowboy hat, and her friend, Elaine, an ample-chested brunette; Ginger, a brunette who would turn eighteen in an hour's time, along with her friend, Tori, another brunette with closely cropped hair; and a pretty, but plumpish blonde girl named Hailey, who was wearing a bikini and a jaunty black, cowboy hat, and her friend, a brunette named Mavis, who had agreed to go down on each other. 

It was an oddity of sorts in that all the girls were drunk to some extent, while the guys were, to a man, sober.

Barely and Tony had established two sets for the shoot with a screened partition separating them. The sets were basic in that beds had been set up about sixty feet apart. The idea was to shoot two scenes at a time. 

He realized that the girls would start to fall asleep in short order if not active sexually, and after completing a round of fucking and sucking would undoubtedly be snoring off in a corner as the alcohol took its toll on them.

Tony, glanced at his watch and confirmed that Ginger was now legal. He pulled Ginger to one side and told her that she would be the main attraction, and that she had better be worth it. The just turned eighteen-year-old took him seriously, and promised she would be worth watching. He sent her over to one side and told her to blow the tennis pro, Hans, and when he was hard, to do Jared, his buddy. 

Ginger almost skipped over to them and told them what she was supposed to do with them as she knelt down in front of them. Both men un-zippered their cocks and presented them to Ginger's waiting mouth.

Tony laughed to himself at her apparent eagerness, then turned to Mavis and asked if she would do the same with Charlie and Butch.

Mavis said, sure, like right now?"

"Well, now that you mention it, no. Let's wait a bit. No sense in having them hard with nowhere to use their love instruments is there?"

Mavis giggled. "I think I can get them up for whatever you want them to do," she said shyly, yet with an assuredness Tony found charming.

"Let's wait a while," he said repeating himself. Go talk to them, fool around a little, but don't make them cum."

"Okay, but I . . ."

He interrupted her. "It's best to wait until they're going to be called for. In this business you never know when we'll have to call a halt for a couple minutes. Say one of the girls has to take a leak, or something. We cut, and where does that leave our hero?"

"Holding his dick?"

"Right! And that's where you come in and get him nice and hard again."

"But ain't I gonna be in the movie?"

"You will have your own scene that I promise."

"Well . . . all right. I'll be a good . . . what's it called?"

"Fluffer."

"Yeah, I'll be a good fluffer. I'll be better than Ginger, there," she said and pointed to Ginger who was already on her knees, alternating between the two cocks being tendered her.

*****

Barely had tapped a red head named Sissy to start things off. He had led her to what they were calling set #1 and the bed with blue drapes hung behind it as a kind of backdrop. 

"Now what I want is for you to start off in normal clothes, then undress kind of slowly, giving the viewer a leisurely look at you," Barely told her.

Sissy nodded, and nervously chewed her lip.

"I want you to be relaxed, because if you're nervous it will show up. The camera doesn't lie. Now, I should tell you that we want you to look as good as possible. We don't want you looking silly or stupid at all. So rest assured that we want . . . well, basically what you want . . . to really look cool and sexy on camera. Okay?"

"Yeah . . . I guess."

"Sissy, where's your girlfriend?"

She pointed to a buxom brunette across the room watching intently.

Barely motioned her over, and the brunette came over to them, even more nervous than Sissy.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Elaine," she replied.

"You excited to be here, Elaine?"

"Yeah," she said woodenly.

Barely hoped the girls were not too drunk to carry off a decent performance. 

"Look," he said, "what we're hoping for is for you girls to be as natural as possible. To do that, why not pretend you're at home in the privacy of your own bedroom?"

Sissy nodded, although her cheeks had reddened. He knew immediately that they had been intimate in a bedroom somewhere.

Elaine gave him a look that told him she didn't quite understand what he meant.

"We will have at least two cameras on you at all times. We will be filming another couple on the other set, probably around the same time as we film you," he told them. Elaine, if you would stand by out of camera range as sort of moral support, I think Sissy would appreciate it.

"Think it's a good idea, Sissy?"

Sissy nodded her head slightly, and said, "Can we do it now?" in a quiet voice.

"Sure you can," Barely told her.

"Do I have to talk?"

"Not if you don't want to, but it would be cool if you would talk directly to the camera."

"Will you help me?"

"Of course. What I'd like you to do is walk in, you know, kinda sexy, and sit or lie on the bed, slowly undress, try to turn yourself on as you do."

Sissy stared at the floor, bit her lip again, and then nodded, and went off to one side of the room.

"Tell me when to start," she said demurely.

"Sissy, you start when I call Ready! Action! And then you walk over to the bed.

She walked into camera range looking at the floor and trying to take off her top.

"Cut!"

She almost jumped out of her skin.

"Sissy, I think you need to relax a little."

She nodded again, fleetingly meeting his eyes.

"Can you tell me . . ." she started, then her voice trailed off.

"Okay, come in again, I'll talk you through it."

She took a deep breath and looked at Barely for a second, then nodded that she was ready.

"Action! Come in and sit on the end of the bed."

She sauntered in this time, almost stumbled as she approached the bed, but was better than before.

"Think about the last time you had an orgasm," Barely whispered loud enough for her to hear.

Elaine tittered but stopped when he glared at her.

Sissy sat tentatively on the edge of the bed, her face blazing red now; he could see it went down her neck and under her blouse. He felt surprisingly powerful at this moment, and his cock was absolutely solid in his slacks.

"Think about it, and stroke one of your breasts."

Sissy looked at the floor, and then licked her lips. One hand hesitantly moved towards a breast. The camera picked up the soft sigh she uttered as she stroked her breast, her eyes glazed.  Barely was behind one camera, Essence the other. He had instructed her to confine herself to essential close-ups and not concern herself with worrying about what the angle of penetration happened to be.

True to form, Essence zoomed in on Sissy's smallish hand and captured Sissy's nipple as it sprang to life under her touches.

Barely had his camera focused on Sissy's body, and caught her leaning back a little on her other arm, and was pleased to see that she parted her legs a bit, giving him a bird's eye view up her skirt and the hint of white flesh between her legs. 

"That's very good," he croaked. "Now do the other one."

Sissy absentmindedly opened her blouse, her erect nipples bulging as she arched her back. As she changed position, he zoomed in between her legs and acquired an excellent look at her crotch, covered by a lacey thong.

As he panned upward, he discovered that Sissy's eyes were closed.

"Take off the bra. Do it slowly, tease the camera."

Sissy nodded, looked at the lens through half-lidded eyes, and unhooked the clasp of her bra. Her breasts were small, but definitely in proportion to the rest of her.

Without being asked, Sissy unzipped the skirt, let it drop and stepped out of it. She was wearing a tiny pair of lace panties and stood still, absently stroking a breast.

"Lie back on the bed and stroke whatever feels good," Barely said, by way of instruction.

Sissy nodded and lay back with her ankles crossed, and closed her eyes.

The cameras scoured her torso, from the slight bulge of her mons, to the flair of her hips, and then zoomed in on her nipples.

Slowly she allowed her left hand to rub her stomach. Gradually it moved to her neck, down across her breasts and back to her belly.

Barely let the cameras roll, and said nothing. In time, she seemed to become more comfortable with her situation and changed position, opening her legs a little, revealing a spot of moisture at the center of her crotch.

"Getting excited?" Barely inquired.

"Oh . . . yeah . . . I am getting excited," she said as if noticing it for the first time.

It was just after that that she peeled off her panties. There was urgency in her actions, highlighted when she kicked them off her right foot where they had gotten hung up.

Sissy had smallish breasts and they drooped a bit, but her aureoles were at least three inches across, huge for a woman with small breasts, and striking to look at.

She began to tap the nipples with her index fingers, jolting a little as she did, and they seemed to grow ever so slightly. Barely and Essence were both captivated by them, and both secretly yearned to suckle and chew upon them.

"Can you lick your own nipples?" Essence asked. 

Sissy didn't seem to hear her, but carried on flicking the thick, rubbery nipples.

"Sissy?" Essence asked again, "Can you lick them yourself?" 

The girl's eyes popped open and she shook her head slightly. "No, Elaine does that for me," she said confirming Barely's earlier suspicions.

"Shit!" Elaine barked out from the corner of the room. "You promised you wouldn't ever say anything to anyone."

"S . . . Sorry, honey," Sissy groaned, truly meaning it.

Essence shut her camera down and went to a box of adult toys, and placed them on the bed next to Sissy.

"Help yourself to whatever you want."

She levered herself up, and looked in the box. If possible, her blush deepened as she removed a sleek, pink, six inch vibrator. Elaine was sobbing quietly in the corner.

Essence started filming again as Sissy lay back down and turned the vibrator on.

First she placed it against her left nipple, pushing the nipple to one side, and then she slowly moved it round and round her aureole, growing the little bumps until they filled the circle. As she did this, her legs were opening, Essence focused on the faint moisture gathering on the girl's outer labia.

Barely caught Sissy's hand dragging the vibrator over the bulge of her labia, and Essence's close-up would later reveal the first actual drops of her juice seeping from her vulva onto the tip of the vibrator.

Sissy was panting with excitement and Barely risked asking her how she felt.

"Good . . . I feel good. But I'm really, really sorry, Elaine . . . I never meant to say it . . . honest to God."

He signaled Essence to remain in close-up on Sissy's genitals. He pulled back to capture the upper half of Sissy's body. Then he concentrated on her facial expression for a time.

The girl had what Tony would later call a busy cunt, with some three inches of crinkled labia protecting her entrance.

It was about then that Sissy for the first time seemed to realize that a woman was filming her actions. She dropped the vibrator and pulled her lips apart. Two fleshy triangles framed the glistening interior of her cunt. She used her fingers to massage the area, causing more liquid to dribble out of her love channel. She began to rub the hood covering her clit which slowly swelled until it came out from behind its protective cover.

She was moaning, her eyes tightly sealed, until Elaine spoke to her from the corner of the room.

"I still love you, baby," Elaine said quietly, but her voice carried clearly to Sissy's ears. Sissy's eyes flew open, and she mouthed the words, 'Thank you,' and reached for the toy box again pulling out a large dildo.

She waived it at her friend, Elaine, almost beckoning her to the bed. Then she got on her hands and knees and faced away from the cameras. When she raised her rump a little, it presented her rear as well as her entire cunt to the camera.

Dreamily she rubbed the huge glans over her gaping slit, one finger still teasing her clitoris, and then slowly eased the head into her cunt. The thickness of the dildo stretched her labia to what appeared to be an impossible width, but she halted, took a couple of deep breaths and resumed shoving the large cock in a little further.

****

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the partition, Tony had things moving as well.

"Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Sheila screamed as her legs flew down, jamming her heels into the bed. Her arms wrapped around Hans' muscular torso and she lifted him in the air using the strength of her thighs.

"Holy shit," Hans spouted in surprise.

Sheila's face contorted. She emitted a high-pitched screech as her first orgasm ripped through her. Hans started pounding her as if his life depended on it. Sheila fucked him back with every stroke.

Tony was sweating profusely as he recorded the torrid scene before him. He glanced over at Barely's cousin, whose name he did not know and saw that he was just as intent on capturing the couple's sexual antics as he was.

Tony heard a moan behind him and turned slowly keeping the camera trained on Hans and Sheila. On the couch, the two women in waiting found they could wait no longer and Tori had shoved Hailey on her back and buried her face in her pussy. Hailey had wrapped her powerful legs around Tori's head and started thrusting against her.

Tony waved at the other cameraman. "What the fuck is your name, man?"

"Bev-o," Barely's cousin replied softly.

"Well, Bev-o, why don't you film the two on the couch? I'll stick with the ones on the bed."

"Roger that," Bev-o replied and immediately found the best angle from which to film the two girls on the couch.

Sheila continued to fuck like a maniac, demanding, "More, more, more!" With her teeth gritted, she dug her nails into Hans' back, and Tony slowly panned from his shoulders to his ass, revealing the scratches and droplets of blood Sheila had wrought by raking her fingernails into his flesh.

'Jesus,' Tony thought, 'I bet he's never been fucked like this before.'

The smell of their arousal was overpowering.

"Now! Goddamn it, now!" Sheila screamed, spittle flew from her mouth as she pumped onto his surging cock.

Hans couldn't hold back. His ass jumped. He groaned loudly. Sheila's nails dug into his ass and held him to her.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" she groaned.

Her face was anguish personified. Her body had gone rigid. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Hans pulled his cock from her pussy and erupted, spewing his load across her breasts and belly, and then collapsed on her.

Tony kept his camera on them. He heard the bed move. And then Hailey and Tori slipped behind him and onto the bed, with Tori pausing momentarily to kiss him on the mouth. He could taste Hailey's juices on her, and his cock was raring to be let loose on one of them, any one of them.

But he had a film to make. He glanced over to the other side of the room and spied Ginger fluffing Jared's black cock, and then turned back to the bed. 

Sheila was apparently trapped under Hans, whose dead weight pinned her to the bed. Her head was toward Tony.

It took another second to figure out why, and then he felt Tori's nails dragging their way down his erection.

"Let me take care of that," Tori whispered.

"Sorry . . . I really am sorry, but my dick's a no-no. I've got a movie to film. I'm not taking part as an actor. Maybe later, I'm gonna have to fuck somebody, or go crazy," he told her as gently as possible.

"No," Sheila mumbled, "No." She was too tired to move, but she fought to speak.

"Mark me with it."

"What?" Tony asked.

"Mark me with it. Cum on my face," she said. 

"Jared!" Tony called out.

"Yo!" Jared replied.

"C'mon over here. I need your dick."

Jared trotted over, his erection swinging to and fro until he stood directly in front of Sheila and stuck it right in her face. Ginger had been fellating him in order to keep him at the ready, and perhaps she had performed her job overly well. 

At any rate, the moment Sheila's lips closed down upon his cock, Jared started coming. 

Sheila yanked him out from between her lips and moaned happily as squirt after squirt covered her face and hair. She smiled, feeling its sticky weight.

Tony heard a gasp from Bev-o and saw Tori roll Hans off of Sheila. Sheila blinked up at her through her cum covered eyes.

"May we?" Tori asked very softly.

Sheila nodded. Tori mounted Hans. Her thick bristled bush rubbed against his cock had him responding in kind after only a minute despite the tremendous release he'd had only a moment before. Meanwhile, Hailey was over Sheila like a cat, licking all the cum from her. Tony could almost swear she was purring.

Hans started to roll Tori over, but she stopped him. "Let me do this, Hans," she said.

He shrugged his shoulders and winced, noticing the deep scratches for the first time.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed as he reached back and touched one of the welts.

"What the fuck?" he said again, seeing the blood on his fingertip.

"She . . . that would be Sheila," Tony said, "seemed to have gotten carried away. It's not all that bad, and if you want, we can stop shooting and take care of it for you."

"Nah," he replied. "I was just surprised, that's all. C'mon, baby, let's get it on, shall we?" he said to Tori.

Tori complied, grinding her tight pussy slowly into his loins. Her breasts swayed enticingly above him, and Bev-o concentrated on them and would later show that he had caught two beads of sweat trickling down the middle of her cleavage, a most mesmerizing shot for the millions who would view the film in later months.

Tony heard Sheila moan. He saw Hailey sucking on her nipples before slipping down to suck Hans' cum out of her twat. 

When Hailey's tongue flicked her clit, Sheila groaned and quivered. A shock rippled through her as she came again. 

Tori whimpered, and moved her hips faster. She was coming to a boil. Tony boiled with her.

****

Ginger and Mavis sat watching Hailey and Sheila and the two spent men.

"Maybe I did him too long," Ginger said, and worried a fingernail.

"Naw, that black guy, he was primed to go off anyway."

"You think?"

"Oh, sure. Say, you just turned eighteen?"




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"Yeah, about an hour ago. But Tony made me wait until a minute after. I was born at eleven o'clock at night."

"But that wouldn't be on your ID," Mavis said knowingly.

"Yeah, I know. That's why Tony made me wait. See now that it's after midnight; he's safe to film me. Now I'm surely eighteen, right?"

"Yeah . . . I guess. Say, are you still cherry?"

"No way, girl."

"Me too,"Me too, Mavis chirped. I was playing spin the bottle, and one thing lead to another. I still get hot thinking about it."

"So," Mavis said, "you ever get knocked up?"

"Nope," Ginger replied.

"I did, and I'm twenty, almost twenty-one. My mother takes care of the kid, you know?"

"My father's pissed about it, but my mother's happier than I've ever seen her, fussing with my daughter."

"How old is she?"

"Three as of last month."

"Did having the baby hurt?"

"Naw, and neither did the abortion I had at eighteen. That was almost painless, and you know, my father punished me, keeping me grounded, you know? So that when I finally got out again, I started fucking anyone who'd let me spread my legs."

"Geez!"

"It wasn't six months later that I was knocked up again."

"No shit!"

"I'm not kidding. But this time I knew what was going on, and I confided in my mother. She knew enough to leave my father out of it and took me to a specialist. He confirmed it and as far as my father knew, I was sent to visit my aunt in another town. I had the baby and after another month or so my mother brought us both home.

"Yeah, my mom, you know?"

"So," Ginger asked, "How many guys you think you've laid?"

"Hmmmm, I don't know. I never counted them."

"Care to guess?"

"Hmmm, maybe fifty or sixty," Mavis offered as she scratched her breast.

"Geez! I got a lot of ground to cover to catch up with you!"

"Yeah, I'm a natural born slut. Some girls have only one, or two, you know?"

"Yeah . . . I feel sorry for them," Ginger said.

"I'm gonna start counting tonight, see how long it takes me to reach a hundred."

Laughing, Mavis said, "No fair counting a guy fucks you more than once."

"Okay," Ginger responded brightly. "Fair's fair!"

****

Sissy was making great, heaving, snorting noises and the huge dildo had vanished into her snatch up to its oversized rubber balls. She was grinding her ass into the bed, and grabbing the sheets with her free hand. Her stomach muscles were twitching as she left the dildo where it was and rubbed at her clit, now fully out of its hood. She whimpered twice, and her hips convulsed on the bed. 

Barely zoomed in as her over-stretched, elastic-like labia gripped the dildo's base.

Sissy put both hands on the dildo and began to draw it out. Its entire length was coated with her juices, and her musky scent was overpowering from where Barely stood filming her.

The dildo came out until only the tip of the head was left nudging her labia, now hanging limply although still engorged with her rushing blood.

Essence zoomed in and filmed a rivulet of juice that dribbled out and down the cleft to her asshole.

Sissy's entire body tensed, and then she shoved the dildo back into her, gasping with both effort and pleasure. Both cameras recorded the squishy fart-like sound it made, and the grunting whine that ripped from Sissy's throat.

She eased it back out and then in, slowly getting into a rhythm, both hands on the dildo's balls while a small river of free flowing juices trickled over her thighs, into her ass, and finally settled into a pool on the sheet beneath her.

Essence slowly panned her camera from the dildo, firmly lodged in Sissy's cunt, to her face, and held it there. Her eyes were wide open, and she was staring directly at Barely.

"Here . . ." she kind of mumbled.

When no one responded, she took a hand from the dildo and beckoned to the black albino filming her.

"Here!" Sissy pointed to her mouth, and Barely knew she wanted to suck him off.

"It's okay," Essence said matter-of-factly, "I'll get everything on film."



Barely put his camera down and took his cock out as he joined Sissy on the bed.

Both her hands returned to the dildo. She opened her mouth and grunted again. 

He brought his manhood to her lips. She opened wide and enveloped his cockhead into her mouth, sucking voraciously, working her tongue around and under his helmet. 

She had obviously done this before, Barely thought and fed more of his shaft into her throat. Sissy began to move her head back and forth, nibbling here and there, and giving him some of the best head he'd ever had.

Essence stood there next to them encapsulating the scene on what she realized were fairly shaky legs.

Sissy continued bashing the dildo in and out at an ever increasing speed.

Barely felt himself readying to cum.

He warned her that he was going to, and Sissy turned her head to the ceiling and arched her back just as he released his load.

Her tongue was running along the edge of his cock when he shouted and so the first spurt launched a rope of sperm across her cheek and nose. The second caught her right in the eye, with some landing in her hair. By the third burst, she was slurping greedily on his pulsing cock as he tried not to grab her head.

Essence came in her pants the moment Sissy's mouth opened and the sperm drooled out the side of her mouth onto her chin. And when she began to gargle the remainder in her throat, Essence came again.

It is noteworthy that throughout his cock's ejaculation, Sissy had maintained a steady thrusting of the dildo into her seemingly bottomless cunt, grunting louder and louder with each thrust. Suddenly, she took one hand from the dildo and brought it to her clit and rubbed feverishly.

Then her orgasm hit. Her hips rose off the bed and her legs scissored open. She began to scream. It was an awesome squealing sound and carried over the partition to the other set.

Then, with pelvis spasming, she went rigid and let out an even louder scream that slowly evolved into a series of raspy whimpers. The dildo oozed out of her, along with a huge backwash of her juices.

"Cut!" Essence called out and shut down her camera and then stumbled over to the chair that Elaine, Sissy's girlfriend, was sitting on. Elaine got up and Essence plopped down.

"There's a bathroom behind the set," Barely whispered to Sissy, who seemed stunned by what had just happened to her.

She opened her eyes and smiled nervously. "Thanks," she murmured and rose up from the bed. Not bothering to pickup any of her clothing, she made her way toward the bathroom with Elaine in close pursuit.



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Sissy came back to the set about a half hour later, dressed and none the worse for the experience. Her friend Elaine looked a little edgy, and remained by her side. Had Barely not known how Sissy had conducted herself minutes earlier, he would never have suspected her capable of any such lewd activities.

"Are you still living at the address on your driver's license?" Tony asked.

"Um, yeah, sure. Why?" Sissy asked.

"Well, I thought you might want a copy of the tape when it's finished."

"Oh, yeah, sure. Um, it's still current. The address, I mean."

"I'll copy the video and send it to you as soon as I can." 

"Oh, yeah . . . thanks," she said, her eyes not meeting his. It was as if she were addressing a stranger.

Tony gave her a puzzled look, then shrugged and made another attempt at being friendly. "Thanks, Sissy. You were terrific. I really mean it."

"Elaine . . . I can still use you in a scene. In fact, you can pick your partner if you want."

"Um, no thanks . . . um, it's Tony, right?"

"Yeah, Tony," he replied, still hoping she would cooperate. Then he turned away and called a halt to the shooting, which had almost ground to a halt anyway, and told everyone to take a break. 

Sissy and Elaine used the break as an excuse to leave. Tony called a cab for them, and when it came, they left.

Bev-o showed the performers where there was cold beer and soda if they wanted to slake their thirst. Everyone was sitting or standing, talking and nursing their drinks, when Hailey dropped to her knees and began to lap at Sheila's pussy again. Conversation virtually came to a halt as the group, as one, became voyeurs. 

Sheila moaned as Hailey wrapped her arms around the other's knees, and pressed her face into her crotch. Ever so slowly, Sheila backed away toward the couch. Hailey, on her knees, inched after her, never losing contact with the cunt she hungered after.

When the backs of her knees hit the couch, Sheila just let herself fall backward onto it. Hailey, her concentration broken, looked up and saw that she had no recourse but to climb onto the couch if she wanted to continue going down on Sheila. 

The others all took note - some were interested and continued to watch, others ignored the two women and either continued their conversations - or calmly finished their drinks and awaited the end of the break.

Hailey climbed onto the couch, providing anyone who cared a look at her tight slit and pouty asshole.

Tony waited patiently for Sheila to come and, hopefully, put an end to the cunnilingual display.

Essence and Barely was one couple that didn't care to wait, and hand in hand, they made their way to Set #2 where they both stripped off their clothing and fell upon the bed.

Essence immediately enveloped his rock hard cock in her mouth, jerking him vigorously between slurps and kisses. Barely pulled her away from his manhood and kissed her deeply, then urged her to renew the blowjob.

She licked her lips and gave a tired laugh. "Whew," Essence gasped, wiping the sweat from her breasts and arms. "I never thought I'd have a chance to gobble you're lovely cock again."

"But here you are, and I'm damn glad of it," he responded.

Essence laughed happily, and said, "I love you, Barely, I truly do love you."

"I love you too, Essence. Will you marry me?"

Essence, rather than screeching with excitement as some women do, or growing silent and then bursting into tears of happiness before replying; slid as much of his long penis inside her mouth as possible, and began sucking him off as hard and fast as she could. 

Barely's body tensed as he struggled to withstand her onslaught. He wrapped his fingers inside Essence's hair and scratched her scalp, trying to keep from coming.

Essence stroked Barely's well-lubed cock with both hands, while her mouth gobbled his shaft to the mid-way point. She wanted the experience to be as wet as possible, and so, drooled and slobbered onto his cock and pubic hair, using a special sucking, slurping sound. Her nostrils flared as she savored the musky smell and taste of him, and her saliva and his precum dripped from her mouth to his balls and then across his thighs. 

****

"We had better get started again," Tony said as Haley and Shelia lolled on the couch languidly caressing each other, after Hailey brought her friend to a rousing climax. The remaining participants gathered around him for further instructions.

"Um," he said, glancing over at the partition between the two sets from which Essence's slurping could clearly be heard. 

"For now, we'll go with . . ." he paused, thinking quickly. He wanted Ginger for himself. That left Mavis, Butch, Charlie, Tori, and the two still on the couch. "Let's do a foursome . . . um, Butch, you and Tori and let's see . . . Mavis, why don't you and Charlie try it out?"

No one challenged his decision, and the four approached the bed after removing any remaining clothing.

"Hey, Tony," Charlie said somewhat unsure of himself, "you got any suggestions on how we go about this group fuck?"

"It's not a group fuck, Charlie. It's four on a bed. Um, why don't you give Mavis a straight fuck . . . you know, missionary style? And Tori, you like doggy-style?"

"Sure, it's fine with me, Tony," she replied.

Tony checked the men's equipment and found Charlie lacking in tumescence. He called Ginger over and asked her to blow him until he was hard enough to fuck Mavis.

Ginger scampered over and kneeling at the side of the bed, took Charlie's cock into her mouth and fellated him while Mavis yawned tiredly as she looked on.

Tori had her ass raised, and Butch was stroking himself, maintaining his erection, as Tony gave Bev-o some last minute instructions with regard to positioning himself for certain shots.

****

Meanwhile, on the other set, Barely, with almost no warning, exploded into Essence's throat, shooting blast after blast of thick, gooey semen across the roof of her mouth. 

She started swallowing as fast as she could, but a good portion of that first, voluminous load spurted out through the seal her lips made. Finally, the big loads ended and were followed by a trickle of watered down fluid.

Essence, nearly delirious from his proposal of marriage, continued to suck him, putting immense pressure on his now tender cock. 

With no open windows or doors, no air conditioning turned on, both actors and actresses and true lovers alike were all sweating profusely and breathing hard; and the warehouse reeked with the unmistakable smell of sex.

****

"All right, all right!" Tony yelled, "now listen up! I want Butch and Tori on the bed. But I want them to begin kissing while standing next to it. Tori, can you show us a lot of tongue?"

Tori laughed and shrugged - of course she could.

Charlie, you and Ginger keep at it. Mavis, you want Hailey to tongue you some, keep you warm?"

"No, thanks, Tony. I'll be ready for him . . . whenever." 

"All right then," Tony called out, "Lights, camera . . . action!"

Tori parted her lips as Butch leaned in to her, but she also put her hand out to catch hold of his cock as soon as their bodies touched. And, when Butch pressed his mouth against her lips, Tori's fingers curved around his prick and gripped it tightly. 

With a seemingly well practiced motion, she started stroking it up and down, her fingers gradually covering the length of him.

Bev-o concentrated on their mouths, capturing the dueling tongues. Tony focused on Tori's hand, and in particular, her thumb as it pressed against the head of his cock and moving in small circles, smeared the pre-cum over the mushroomed head.

Tony would have sworn that Tori was getting turned on as she jerked Butch off. The proof was in the intensity of her kisses. She was nibbling at his lips, sucking on the tip of his tongue as it entered her mouth, and when Butch reached out and grasped her breasts, she moaned with lusty satisfaction.

Butch responded perfectly, curving his fingers around the sloped smoothness of each breast and pinching each nipple in turn. Tori tightened her grip on his cock and whimpered happily. After a few more moments, she slowly began to sink to her knees, holding on to his weapon and slowly jerking it up and down. Butch sighed and let go of her tits and placed his hands on her head, anticipating what was to come next.

Tori closed her eyes and moaned softly, inhaling the musky aroma of Butch's crotch. Then she pursed her lips, and plied her tongue over the slick head of his cock, licking off the beads of cum, and leaving a trail of slug-like saliva in its wake, before sealing her mouth around him and sucking voraciously.

Bev-o zoomed in on her hallowed out cheeks.

Tony closed in on the rapturous expression on Butch's face. His eyes closed, his mouth in a tight grimace, beads of perspiration already running from his forehead and down his cheeks to drop into her hair.

Tori moaned happily and deep-throated him, and followed that by licking the tip of his cockhead like a lollipop. She caught Tony by surprise, looking directly into his camera and saying, "I love this cock. I could suck it forever."

She winked at the camera and after forming a wide 'O' with her mouth, deep-throated him once again, stopping only when her mouth bumped into his pubic hair. 

"That feels so good," Butch groaned encouragingly. "Yeah, keep doing that, baby."

Bev-o looked through his camera lens and was surprised to see a long, wet streak of lipstick running along the shaft of Butch's cock, and made certain he had a good visual of it before moving on to another setting.

Tony got the next explicit shot. Tori looked up at Butch, then took his cock from her mouth and still staring into his eyes, squeezing it tightly and began rubbing it over her lips, across her cheeks, and then over the side of her jaw. She finished up by stroking her throat with the inflamed cockhead, in the process smearing his pre-cum all over her face.

"Cut!" Tony yelled and the couple froze in place.

"Let's take a break," Tony said. 

Bev-o took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweaty brow. Butch squeezed his cock in an attempt to keep from coming then and there.

"You two take a break," Tony told them. "I don't want Butch to shoot off just now. We want to get a good fuck out of him, all right?" he said to everyone. 

Butch nodded in understanding. Tori revealed her disappointment with a quick scowl, but then shrugged her shoulders and sat down next to Ginger, who absently patted her thigh in feigned understanding.

"Charlie, you ready?" Bev-o asked, and the big man nodded his chin. "Yup, thanks to Ginger there," he said and pointed at the eighteen-year-old.

****

Tony glanced over at the partition behind which Barely and Essence were making up and shrugged. When they were ready they would let him know, and so he concentrated his efforts on Mavis and Charlie who were naked and sitting side-by-side on the rumpled bedding.

"Charlie, let's start by having you kiss Mavis . . . you know, her mouth . . . a little tongue, and then maybe her neck and shoulders until you get to her tits."

"Want me to go down on her?"

"Sure, but take your time getting there."

Mavis laughed, and added, "And when you do, don't rush, take your time, sweetie. I love getting eaten out."

"Action!"

Bev-o, using a full camera shot, caught Charlie moving in to kiss Mavis on the lips. Moments later he was licking her shoulder, then biting her neck, and continued down to her breasts, which he kissed in turn as Mavis offered them to his hungry mouth.

Bev-o remained on Mavis' face, which revealed her pleasure as Charlie manipulated her breasts, squeezing them, pinching them, and chewing ferociously on her long-tipped nipples.

"Eat her, Charlie!" Tony called out, providing additional direction to the couple writhing on the bed.

On the sidelines, Tori bummed a cigarette from Hailey, and blew a stream of smoke toward the ceiling.

Charlie gently lay a series of wet kisses along Mavis' thigh before tenderly raising her leg and ducking under it. 

Mavis moaned lewdly as he trawled his long tongue up her inner thigh to the juncture where it met her groin. She instinctively opened her legs wider, and when his mouth made contact with her pussy her entire body jerked.

Using both hands, Charlie pulled the full labia apart. Her inner flesh was already glistening with her secretions, and the camera caught him spitting into her pussy to wet it further, and then he began to lap away at her inner folds as she squirmed under his skillful mouth and tongue. 

Mavis cried out when his tongue found her clit, and moaned happily as he teased it while sending his finger into her in search of her "G" spot.

Both cameras were on her face at this point, for it was evident to both Tony and Bev-o that Mavis was going to cum and cum soon.

Bev-o slowly zoomed away and filmed her body as it went through a series of gentle convulsions as Charlie wrung two more climaxes from her before lifting his sopping wet mouth and chin from her bright red cunt.

****

On the other side of the partition, Essence had her hand buried between her legs, her long fingers dipping inside her vagina, the middle one finding the "G" spot and rubbing it absent-mindedly as she continued kissing Barely's penis, licking it clean. Almost as an afterthought, she climbed on top of Barely, settling her ass in his face, her crotch on his chest, and played with herself for him to see. 

In a heartbeat Barely's fingers were pressing down on hers, making her toes curl as she moaned delightedly at the sensations he'd caused her to experience.

Giggling lustily, Essence reached back with her other hand and played with her asscheeks, eventually she inserted one finger inside her sweat-slicked asshole. She hoped that Barely would pick up on the ass action she suddenly craved.

Barely got the hint and worked four fingers into her pussy, while sending his other hand to her flanks and eventually to the cleft that led to her asshole.

Essence had already pried her anus open with one of her own fingers and readily removed it when he touched it with his own. He slipped inside her and worked his digit in and out, then round and round, widening the puckered opening sufficiently to permit a second finger into her.

Essence cried out her pleasure and Barely slowly removed his fingers from her pussy and began to chew on her thick labia, occasionally sending his tongue into her cunt on, as far as Essence was concerned, an all too brief foraging expedition.

Essence was rubbing her breasts, and stretching her nipples when he brought her to a mild orgasm. She rewarded him by reaching under his body and dipping a wet finger into his steamy rectum, drawing a pleasured growl from him as his tight anus hugged her finger while he flexed his muscles around it. 

The young couple was still frigging one another's assholes as Barely made his way down to her cunt and buried his tongue in her. Open mouthed, Essence released a silent scream, and then began to lick his hard dick like a lollipop, paying special attention to the edges around his corona. They continued this for another five minutes until, in a fit of passion, Barely grabbed her and threw her onto her back. Essence felt the hot sweat pouring off her back and soaking the sheets as he gripped her ankles and held them high in the air. Without using his hands, he dipped his slimy cock inside her gaping cunthole, teasing her with just a hint of insertion, then pulling out, only to surge back in. 

Essence smiled, knowing her partner probably couldn't see her face, then arched her back up, and slammed herself into him, driving his prick fully into her. He followed up by draping her legs over his forearms, taking hold of her by her ribcage, and pounded the shit out of her.

Essence lay helpless as he moved into her, whipping her across the bed almost as viciously as he moved his own body, bouncing her onto himself again and again. Unable to contain herself, she started to cum, and for a long two minutes kept doing so, holding on to his knees the entire time while shuddering through one climax after another as his thick, greasy pole surged easily in and out of her.

During this period, each time Essence felt that she was going to stop coming, Barely revved his cock up and a new orgasm detonated from inside her pussy, spreading out like fire across an oil spill. Each orgasm crawled up her stomach like an animal, and grabbed her by the throat, making her scream over and over as her head whipped from side to side trying to manage the pleasure pouring out of her with such relentless force. 

Barely caught his second wind, summoned what stamina he had left, and pummeled her crotch. Essence, now unable to breathe, matched him for a time, pinching his arms inside her knees, and drove an orgasm across her flesh like sound waves pealing from a huge electronic bell. 

She managed to catch her breath long enough to call out, "Fuck!"

Then, discovering that yet another breath followed that one, she uttered a series of grunts, followed by, "Fuck . . . fuck me! Oh . . . my fucking God!" All the while she was drooling helplessly onto the sheets her face was grinding into; her cunt a morass of frothy bubbles from the commingled juices of her and her lover.

Then at last, Barely's entire body tensed. He arched his back, and drove his cock deep inside her with one final thrust. Seconds later, he extracted his one-eyed beast from her cunt with a soft pop, aimed it at her mid-section, and shot several thick ropes across and between her nipples; and dropped his full weight upon her so that their naked bodies slapped together. And with their legs entwined, he covered her lips with his open mouth.

She kissed him in return, their noses sliding together, until Barely, breathing hard, fell off to one side.

"Don't we have a movie to shoot?" she asked dreamily, her finger gliding through the sticky cum covering most of her right breast.

"Oh, shit!" he replied.

"Ain't no rush, baby," Essence cooed. "Nobody's yelling for us. I think they know what happened, and they decided to let it happen. Listen, you can hear them grunting over on the other set."

"Yeah, but I'm a partner in this fuck festival, and I better get with it," he told her.

****

Charlie, sweating and panting, extricated himself and hovered over Mavis. His prick hung down over her face. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. Charlie slowly lowered his cock into it. 

Without taking her eyes from his, Mavis started sucking the end of it, simultaneously stroking the part of his cock that she could not get in her mouth. 

Charlie was totally erect when she shifted to his low-slung balls, taking first one, and then the other into her warm, wet mouth. Eventually, he tapped her on the shoulder, signaling that he was ready to screw her, and Mavis knelt down on all fours, positioning herself so that her cuntal opening was directly above his raging erection, and lowered herself on to it, causing it to disappear from sight.

Surprisingly, they entered into a torrid, almost frantic kiss, tongues and lips mashing together violently and, when they parted, Mavis' upper lip was bleeding. 

Stoically, she ignored the blood, except to lick it away with the occasional swipe of her tongue. She was more concerned with the pleasure derived from riding his cock like a pole, and Bev-o demonstrated his professionalism by recording her actions for posterity with a fantastic close-up, filling the screen with the sight of Charlie's cock, sheathed in Mavis' puffy folds, thrusting upwards to meet her downward movements; and it was also clear that he was nearing his climax.

Then, with a loud cry, his body went rigid.

"Come in me!" Mavis shrieked.




Prankster Ch. 11



Charlie's ass lifted off the bed as he pumped his load into her; his fingers dug deeply into the cheeks of her ass, leaving marks that would be visible for two weeks afterward.

When Mavis was certain that he had finished, she raised herself off his cock until only his crown was still in her, and she began to inch herself forward while still maintaining contact with it. Still moving forward, Mavis caused his diminishing dick to slip from her creamy cunt and flop idly on to his stomach. 

A thick globule of cum slowly dribbled out of her twat as she positioned herself over his mouth.

Tony, not believing what was in front of him, stopped filming to check the scene with his own eyes, and only then did he resume filming the couple on the bed. 

At about this point, Barely and Essence strolled quietly onto the set. Noting that a session was in full mode, he gave Essence a love tap on her rear, and began looking for his camera.

Eventually, both he and Essence began shooting the scene along with Tony and Bev-o. And so it was that all four cameras captured Charlie's tongue as it speared and then swallowed the long stringy globule of cum, making for one of the most memorable shots in porn history.

Mavis gently squeezed her labia with her fingers and another bubble of milky white sperm appeared, and Charlie seemed to savor it on the tip of his tongue before gulping it down his throat.

"For Christ's sake, Charlie," Tony called out, "Eat her, will ya?"

Charlie sealed his mouth to her, and everyone could even hear the sound of him sucking the fluid from her. Each male in the room had an erection. Each and every female was yearning for either a tongue or a cock.

Mavis came two more times as Charlie's mouth pillaged her twat, and then slowly raised herself off his face, and looked at him through slitted eyelids. Charlie had managed to swallow virtually everything that came from Mavis' cunt, and now there was a small residue left on his chin.

Mavis licked him clean, and then kissed him; holding his face in both her hands and revealing a tenderness heretofore not seen on her part. 

"Cut!" Tony called out and the spectators rushed over to the couple with hugs and compliments on their proficiency in fucking and sucking.

****

"Okay," Tony called out, "are you ready, Ginger?"

"Sure am," the teen answered brightly. "Who gets me?"

"That would be me," Tony informed her. "But first we're going to film an interview."

"Cool."

"Ready! Quiet on the set! Roll 'em! And . . . action!"

"Hello," Tony said to Ginger who was sitting on the couch previously used by Hailey and Shelia.

"Hi!" she responded brightly.

"Your name is Ginger?"

"Yes, it is."

"And, you are how old?"

"It's what, two-thirty in the morning? That makes me eighteen. Today is my birthday."

"Would you be kind enough to hold your driver's license up for the camera? You can cover your last name if you like."

Ginger complied, and held the license up for all to see, her thumb covering her last name, per Tony's prior instructions.

"The camera has a date stamp on the video as it records, so that should satisfy anyone questioning Ginger's age as we proceed," Tony said into the lens held by Essence.

"Are you a virgin, Ginger?"

"No," she replied, and then giggled into her hand.

"What's so funny?"

"I've gotten laid before tonight.

"That's reassuring to our viewers, I'm sure."

Ginger giggled.

"We found you at Crazy's. Were you there for any special reason?"

"My boyfriend told me I could make a ton of money if I got into one of your videos."

"Is he here?"

"No," she replied, and giggled and began to shake her ankle nervously.

"Where is he?"

"I dunno, maybe he found another girl and took her home with him."

"You all right with that?"

"I guess. I'm here with you, ain't I?"

"That's true. What have you been doing since you got here?"

"I been fluffin'."

"What's fluffing?"

"Sucking cocks, you know, keeping the other guys hard so that when they go on camera they're ready, really ready."

"So you've done a lot of sex since you turned eighteen huh?"

"Um, yeah . . . I guess."

Ginger, wearing only a bra and panties, settled back into the cushions and giggled daintily. 

"Shall we get started, Ginger?" Tony signaled Barely to resume the sound coverage while putting the mike down.

Ginger gaily skipped to the rumpled bed, and sprawled upon the semen stained sheets awaiting Tony, who was slowly peeling off his clothing. 

As he peeled off his jeans, Tony said, "Let's see those pretty tits you were talking about, Ginger."

She deftly unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

"They are exceptional, aren't they, guys?" Tony said to the crew, who answered affirmatively.

It wasn't that she had the biggest pair of tits filmed that evening, but they appeared to be the freshest, most vibrant pair that any of the crew, except Tony, had seen in a while. 

Tony, of course had been feasting on teen tits since the Girls Gone Wild van had gone into action.

"Now let's have a look at your pussy," he said.

Ginger raised her buttocks and using her thumbs, pried her panties off, and kicked them away.

"Nice," Tony said, as two cameras zoomed in on her pussy.

"Can you open it for me?"

Ginger, with a wide grin on her face, used both hands to spread her thick-lipped labia apart, revealing the pink flesh inside.

"Get it nice and wet for me, sweetie," Tony said. And Ginger immediately complied, masturbating at a leisurely pace.

"Mmm," she moaned, her eyes closed, getting into it.

Tony gave her a couple minutes, allowing the cameras free rein to cover her masturbation technique, and then climbed onto the bed joining her.

"You're very beautiful, Ginger," he said.

"Mmmm, thanks . . ." she replied, half alert, half lost in her masturbation.

"I'm going to kiss you," he told her. 

"Oh!" she said, hearing him through her sexual haze, and opened her eyes and let them move over his body, took in his cock, and boldly lingered there.

He kissed her, found her mouth open and waiting for his tongue. Her fingers were frantically thrusting in and out of her pussy as the kiss went on and on. And when it ended, Ginger's mouth remained pursed, wanting more, but Tony shifted position and wound up straddling Ginger's neck.

She giggled, and he lightly slapped her face with his hardon. She giggled even more, when his ass rubbed against her steely nipples. The musky aroma of her excited cunt filled the room.

"You gonna beat me to death with that club?" she giggled delightedly.

"Do you like it, baby?" he asked, wiggling his hot cock against the young girl's mouth, working it between her thinly stretched lips.

"Mmmm," Ginger cooed, and began munching and sucking much as she had the other men while serving as a fluffer. 

Her dark eyes gazed up at Tony as if she were madly in love. And, as she sucked his thickly veined member, she wiggled a finger up into her leaking cunt.

Tony pulled his prick out. He was already panting, and his skin was flushed. The just turned eighteen-year-old licked his cock as if it were a gigantic lollipop. He lifted up; let her lick his balls, and then his crotch. Ginger was apparently comfortable with anything he had to offer her. 

Tony realized this and settled his ass over her face. She sucked noisily on his asshole, constantly moaning, and pumping her finger in and out of her tight pink pussy.

"Christ!" Tony bellowed; his cock was upright and throbbing against his abdomen. "You are a very naughty little girl," he shouted, and slid down until he was on his belly between her legs.

Roughly, he pulled her finger out of her cunt and sucked it into his mouth. Took it out of his mouth, admired it for a second, and then dove down between her legs, opening her pussy by prying her labia apart.

She squirmed, reveling in his touches. 

"Oh, I love that! Oooh, lick it! Oh . . . oh, I love it!"

Tony growled, slurping, sucking, and driving his tongue in and out of the girl's inflamed pussy. As he sucked her, he humped against the bed spread. Ginger arched up. Her toes curled, and she grabbed Tony's head, crushing it between her thighs, humping at his face, and wriggling as if trying to escape his knowing mouth.

Then she began to gasp repeatedly, and her eyes turned back to white slits.

"Ohmuhgod . . . I'm coming!"

Hearing her cry, Tony pulled away, Ginger's juices dripped from his lips. "That was quick," he laughed, are you gonna keep coming every couple minutes?"

"Maybe, the way you do me," she admitted a moment later after catching her breath.

She kicked her legs up in the air, gripped them behind her knees, and pulled them wide and well back. The camera caught her pink cunt pulsating with excitement, and a clear cream was trickling from it like syrup onto a stack of pancakes.

"Shove your big old cock into me, Tony. C'mon, fuck me, baby!"

Tony laughed at her antics, and rose up beside her and waved his hardon under her nose. In the close-up, his member appeared monstrous, and it was a remarkable sight watching him position himself at Ginger's entrance.

Ginger wrapped her arms and legs around him as he settled down on her. Her little ass was already jerking up and down in anticipation, and she was gasping, as he slowly slithered into her.

"Oh, Tony, it feels so good! Move it, Tony, move it! Oh, fuck me!"

Tony grunted like a bull, his face as red as a beet as he crushed the little girl under him, grinding his hot prick in and out of her tight, sucking cunt.

Ginger clawed Tony's back, kicked at his humping ass, twisted her head from side to side, her mouth open, her eyes closed.

"Oh, Tony, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried.

Tony grunted, already fucking her savagely, his cock making obscene squishing noises in the young girl's juicy cunt. The twin cameras caught his balls flapping against her pink crotch, as they gradually were covered by the frosting of her creamy juices already frothing out of her and around his plunging prick.

Ginger, writhing against him, gasped. "Oh . . . oh, I'm gonna cum!"

Tony plastered his mouth to hers, shoving his tongue down her throat. The kiss allowed him to slow down from the impossibly torrid pace he'd set. She returned the kiss, but never stopped grinding her pubic mound against him. She was loving the sensations his sex horn was wringing out of her.

She ended the kiss, involuntarily, for her eyes rolled back in her head, and her toes curled as her pussy clenched him tightly.

Tony rammed his prick in to the hilt, and began to tremble. He was coming and his body jerked with each bolt of jizm launched into her vagina. Ginger clung fiercely to him, grunting out her own pleasure, for she was coming along with Tony.

As their orgasms subsided, Ginger opened her eyes wide. "Now do it to me the other way," she said.

"What way?"

"You know! The way dogs do it."

Tony pulled his dripping cock out of her, pushing away.

Ginger scrambled up on her hands and knees, Tony's sperm oozed from her pinkish slit of her sexual orifice.

"Cut, and print that!" he called out. But Barely and Essence had already done so. 

"Ginger," Tony said, still panting and sweating profusely, "we're gonna take a short break. Then we'll have a go at doggy-style." 

She pouted, but hopped off the bed and went for a coke.

"Hey, Tony," Butch called out, "I dunno if you're interested or not, but Mavis here tells me she's a squirter."

"Is that right, Mavis?" Tony asked.

"Um, yeah . . . I guess," she said shyly.

"Want us to put you down for a performance?"

"Well, I dunno . . . I mean I'd have to jill off for a while. I usually use a vibrator to hurry things along, you know?"

"Essence, don't we have a bag of toys around here someplace?" Tony asked.

Without saying a word, Essence hurried over to a darkened corner of the huge warehouse and returned with three items, which she dropped on the rumpled bedding.

Mavis went over and looked at them. "Are they clean?"

"I'd wash 'em good if I were you," Essence told her.

"Yeah," Mavis said, "Good advice. Where's the sink?"

Charlie pointed to the bathroom, and Mavis took two of the implements with her.

Barely called out, "We got us some time here; let's have some girl on girl for about fifteen minutes. Who wants in?"

Hailey and Sheila stood up, hoping to reprise their earlier session which was not on tape.

"Good, good," said Barely, "girls would you please straighten up the bed some? It looks like shit, and it will look even worse on tape."

Both girls made some rudimentary tugs on the sheets and the rumpled bed began to take on a decent appearance.

"Hey, thanks ladies," he said, "and now if I can get another cameraman up, we'll proceed." 

Bev-o picked up his camera and sauntered over to the opposite side of the bed from Barely.

"Ready, action, roll -'em!" Barely said and the two girls embraced under the hot lights and then entered into a long, tongue filled kiss.

After the kiss ended, Sheila twisted around and took Hailey's toe into her mouth and began to suck on it. 

Bev-o's camera roamed Hailey's lush body as it lay on the bed. Later it was clear to the most casual viewer that her nails were chipped, and her eyes coated with old, not new, makeup. 

"I feel so sexy!" Hailey panted. "Oh, Sheila, I've always wanted to be like this with you!"

Hailey wrested her foot away from Sheila and fell on her, kissing her, rubbing their breasts and cunt's together. They were kissing again, with Hailey's tongue licking out Sheila's mouth. 

Hailey's saliva ran down Sheila's throat, and Sheila was surprised at its sweetness. 

Spontaneously, Sheila's arms moved up around Hailey, wrapping Hailey in a fierce embrace. Moaning, grinding her throbbing cunt-mound against Hailey's cunt-mound, she sucked Hailey's sweet, slippery tongue.

Their kiss broke. Both girls were moaning, panting. Sheila felt as if her tits would explode, as if her nipples would split open with hardness.

"Let's rub our cunts together!" Hailey panted, her lust glazed eyes captured by Bev-o. 

Sheila was too dazed to do anything. All she could do was lie there and let Hailey take charge. Hailey reversed her body, and shoved her feet toward Sheila's face, and then scissored her legs along Sheila's torso, pushing one leg along Sheila's belly and the other along Sheila's back. 

As she scissored Sheila's torso with her legs, Sheila's legs automatically fell into position, scissoring Hailey's torso in the same way. 

Hailey pressed her blonde crotch against Sheila's brunette crotch. Moaning, the two girls ground their pussies together.

Whispering loud enough for the cameras to record, Hailey said, "Spread your lips so our holes and clits touch."

And, with one camera on each girl's pussy, the two girls pried their labia apart, and rubbed them against each other's. 

Sheila gasped at the sensation.

"Rub!" Hailey panted, "Rub!"

"Oh, yeah!" Sheila gasped, as Hailey complied; and then began frantically rubbing her own cunt against Hailey's. She could feel Hailey's hard clit pressing into her wet, spongy mound, and screamed, "Oh, God, Hailey!"

The two moaned deliriously as they fucked each other. Hailey had her bare foot rubbing Sheila's face, her toes clutching, toenails scratching, and Sheila started licking the sole of her foot and then began nipping and gnawing her toes.

Hailey started doing the same thing to Sheila's wiggling toes, as they continued grinding their crotches together.

Barely couldn't believe how turned on both girls were. Sheila looked like a wild animal, as she ground and humped her cunt against Hailey's. 

Even as she fucked into Hailey's cunt, she continued chewing and sucking on Hailey's toes, then switched off to gnaw at her heel. 

Sheila whimpered and let it form into a low growl. She needed to come, and began fucking Hailey frenziedly. Hailey responded in kind. The camera crew had to scramble to keep them in focus and in full frame.

"I'm coming!" Hailey whimpered, "Ohhh, Jesus, Sheila!"

"Me too! Me too!" Sheila yelled deliriously. 

"Coming too!"

Juice gushed from both their pussies like water wrung from a sponge. Sheila would later swear she felt an actual spurt of hot juice shoot from Hailey and splash into her own and felt so good she wanted to float away on the sensations and never come back.

Hailey started giggling.

"What's so funny?" Sheila had the presence of mind to ask.

"I feel so good!" Hailey cooed. She pulled her foot away from Sheila's face, unscissored her legs from around Sheila's loins and torso, and swung around to crouch between Sheila's legs. She kissed Sheila's navel, smooched down Sheila's lower belly to her glistening pussy. She pushed Sheila's legs wider apart, parted her labia with her thumbs, and blew on her clit.

Sheila arched up, panting, "Stop! I can't stand it! I just came!"

Hailey ignored her and began flicking her tongue over the other's clit.

Sheila's eyes almost popped out, and she shrieked, "Coming again!"

Hailey giggled, and mashed her lips to the sodden pink flesh, then sucked voraciously.

And so quietly that one had to strain their ears to hear it, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" came from Sheila's lips.

Hailey returned to her clit and sucked mercilessly. Sheila grabbed her own nipples, pinching and twisting them as she ground her teeth.

"Oh, you bitch!" Sheila whined as she thrashed about.

"Oh, God, you're killing me!"

Hailey forced her legs up in the air, then pressed her thighs back into her breasts. This raised Sheila's ass off the mattress, and her open crotch and parted asscheeks waved in Hailey's face.

Hailey went wild, slurping from the end of Sheila's cunt to the other, making wet, noisy sounds as she did so.

Sheila rubbed her ass against Hailey's mouth, now pleading with her to: "Lick! Suck! Eat my pussy!"

Hailey gave a mischievous glance up at Sheila, but never paused in her attack on the other's cunt, until a wicked look appeared in her eyes and she nuzzled Sheila's cunt, and shoved her tongue up Sheila's asshole; and with the sudden outcry of delight from Sheila, immediately transferred her tongue back into her cunt.

"What are you doing, you filthy bitch?" Sheila mumbled, mesmerized by what Hailey was doing to her.

Nonplussed, Hailey twisted her tongue deep inside Sheila's asshole. At the same time, she shoved her index finger up Sheila's cunt and started finger fucking her.

Sheila's eyes rolled up in her head. Her ass gyrated uncontrollably each time the finger plunged into her. Her cunt began to leak some serious pussy juice, and Hailey's hand was soon covered with a froth that was mostly bubbly cunt juice. 

Hailey pulled her tongue out of Sheila's asshole and attacked the juices seeping from her cunt and then licked her hand clean before returning her mouth and tongue back to Sheila's twitching pussy to kiss, suck and lick frenziedly.

Sheila's toes clenched as Hailey's tongue wiggled up her cunt. Her hands came down on Hailey's head, pressing the other girl's face deeper between her legs.

"Eat me!" she panted. "Suck me! Oh, Hailey! Oh, Jesus . . . yes, yes, yes!"

Hailey responded with a low snarling growl, and increased the intensity of her onslaught on Sheila's cunt. At the same time, her hand went between her own thighs and she started finger fucking herself. 

The cameras kept rolling, capturing Hailey crouched in front of Sheila, her face pressed to Sheila's crotch, her tongue sluicing in and out of Sheila's cunt; and jerking herself off.

Sheila's fingernails dug into Hailey's scalp, as she came again.

And moments later, a very greedy, but needy Sheila was croaking out, "Please, please! Make me cum again!"

Hailey turned up her blue eyes, giving Sheila a seductive, ecstatic expression that all but delivered the requested orgasm. But Hailey responded, sucking relentlessly on Sheila's clit, even as her right hand jerked wildly between her own legs, making squishy sounds of her own.




Prankster Ch. 11



"Oh, oh, oh, Christ! Oh, Hailey, oh, Hailey, baby, baby, baby . . . I'm going over . . ." 

Sheila exploded. Her pussy spewed juice into Hailey's mouth. She started to jerk and grunt as the spasms shook her senseless.

Hailey came too, and both girls collapsed, with arms and legs wrapped around each other, totally exhausted.

****

Mavis came out of the bathroom smoking a cigarette, then turned around and returned to the toilet, threw the cigarette into the bowl and flushed it away before returning to the set.

Per Barely's instructions, she was only wearing a bra and panties, as she allowed herself to be guided over to the second set, sitting down on the wicker chair provided for her.

Again, following Barely's instructions, Mavis removed her bra and cupped her breasts to the camera, and announced, "Hi, there, I'm Mavis. Welcome to the first edition of Girls Gone Wild." 

Actually, Mavis was looking forward to getting this over with. She had no last minute change of heart about matters, but was finding it kind of nerve wracking, especially with all the onlookers. 

She wanted to do it and get it over with, period. But there was a great deal of curiosity in her mind, 'What would it be like to see herself jilling off in front of the camera? Especially when she came the way she knew they wanted her to.'

"Cut!" Barely called out. 

"What's wrong?" Mavis asked, obviously puzzled.

"Oh, sorry, Mavis. Nothing's wrong. I just cut that because it was just a lead in to the basic shoot, which is what we doing next."

"Oh, okay."

Barely stood directly in front of her. His girlfriend, Essence was holding the other camera. Mavis thought she was a beautiful woman, especially for a black girl.

'Why did I think about her that way,' Mavis wondered. 'Why did I think, black girl? She's beautiful in any color. Am I prejudiced?' No one was reading her mind, nor thinking that she might harbor such thoughts, and things proceeded as scheduled.

"Well," Essence said. "Are you ready, sweetheart?"

Mavis nodded. 

"Just relax," Barely said. "We'll take it nice and slow."

Mavis thought he seemed really nice. For that matter, so did Essence. She gave them both a hesitant smile, and crossed her legs, and took a closer look at Essence.

'My God,' she thought. 'I want her. That's why I thought about her being black. I really want to make love to her. I'd do it in an instant, but she's probably straight, and with her boyfriend right here . . .'

Mavis recrossed her legs, hoping that Essence would be staring at her pussy. She was disappointed to see that the black woman had not taken the bait, and frowned.

Concerned, Barely asked, "Something wrong, Mavis?" 

"No, no, nothing's the matter. Nerves, I guess," she said, and nodded in support of her statement.

"Okay then," Barely said, "we might as well start shooting. Are you ready to go, Mavis?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

"Do you have the right toy?"

"Um, yeah," she replied and held up a small circular device designed for stimulating the clitoris.

"All right then, action!"



Mavis hesitated. She heard the faint mechanical noise of the camera starting to shoot. It was real, and it was happening now. She looked dead-on at the nearest camera and smiled. "Hi, I'm a squirter. Do you know what that is?" she inquired of her invisible audience.

Tony off to one side was taken aback by her opening. 'She's the first one to talk to the camera. That alone is worth a small fortune in sales. Now if she'll keep talking, and make sense, I'll give her a bonus, a big bonus as soon as the money rolls in.'

With an even broader smile, Mavis continued, "Being a squirter means that when I come from masturbating, or screwing, I actually squirt fluid out. The first boy to see me doing it thought I was peeing on him." She paused and laughed suggestively. "I wasn't, of course, but try convincing him."

The cameras recorded light laughter off the screen.

"I had to wait a while until a guy was willing to taste my fluid. He knew right off it wasn't urine, although how he was able to tell the difference I don't know. Well," she smirked, 

"maybe I do. It's only a theory, but I suspect everyone tastes their own urine . . . and worse during their early childhood. And that the taste stays with us the rest of our lives. Anyway, I have this little clit stimulator to help me along. It usually takes me about five minutes to get it going, and then . . . sometimes it just won't stop. So be prepared, Mr. Cameraman."

Mavis slouched down in the chair and spread her legs. Using two fingers on her left hand, she pulled her panties to one side and brought the clit stimulator down to her neatly trimmed pussy.

She pushed her hips forward, revealing her slitted opening to the camera, and then opened it even wider using both hands. Carefully, she let one finger caress her clitoris. Her mouth opened in surprise at how wet she was and she uttered a delighted, "OH!"

Next, Mavis licked her fingers, wetting them thoroughly, and began rubbing her pussy with her glistening fingertips. She fell into a rhythm, stroking her pussy and pressing her thumb against her sizzling hot clitoris.

Both cameras began to circle her, each one making sure that at least one camera was riveted to her pussy at all times.

"Put a finger up there," Tony called out calmly, and she obliged him, and then unashamedly added a second finger to the first.

Bev-o knelt down in front of her and zoomed in on her pussy.

Mavis' legs developed a slight tremble. She was having difficulty breathing, and picked that moment to select the small, almost circular vibrator and apply it directly to her clit.

"Enjoying the show so far?" she asked the viewing audience in a husky, croaking as she edged ever closer to her orgasm. "Well, it gets better, sweetie. Keep a close eye on me now . . . you don't want to miss it."

Tony was stunned that she would ask such a question, and knew intuitively that Mavis was someone special, someone to be retained for other videos that might be made in the near future.

With her free hand, Mavis beckoned to Bev-o as he knelt before her. "I'm almost there, baby, she whispered. "Wanna see me squirt?" The look in her eyes was one of wanton hunger.

A split second later as she rubbed the tiny vibrator over her clit for about the fiftieth time, a fine, misty spray emerged from around the vibrator. Bev-o caught it perfectly; a thin stream of juice arcing into the air and covering his camera lens.

"Jesus Christ!" Bev-o roared, and hastily wiped the lens clean with a camera cloth.

"Nice one!" Ginger called out as she applauded. "Oh, honey . . . that was beautiful!"

"Not finished!" Mavis grunted as she peeled off her panties and renewed her masturbatory display.

Tony beckoned to Charlie, and he quickly hurried over to him, "Yeah, Tony?"

"When she finishes I want you to fuck her," and leaning closer to Charlie, he told him how he wanted Charlie to proceed.

"Gotcha, boss. I'll do my best."

They turned to watch Mavis, who was just using the vibrator on her clit, and not bothering to penetrate herself at all.

"I . . . I need someone to touch me," she panted.

Tony elbowed Charlie, and he moved in and knelt next to her, checking with Bev-o to make certain he wasn't blocking his camera angle.

Charlie's fingers moved knowingly to Mavis' pussy and slipped inside.

"Now slowly . . . really, really slow, Charlie, until I say otherwise, then finger me as hard and as fast as you can until I say stop!" she said breathing heavily.

"Oh, yeah, fuck, yeah!" she moaned delightedly, as Charlie began to follow her instructions.

"That's gonna do it, Charlie!" she called out in warning.

Essence and Bev-o double-checked their focus and kept their eyes on her pussy as Charlie fingered her and Mavis herself used the vibrator on her clit.

"Faster, Charlie! Faster now!"

Charlie was kneeling on the floor in front of her, pummeling her pussy with his hand as fast as it was humanly possible to do, all the while hearing her shouting, "Faster, you mother-fucking prick! Faster! Harder! Faster!"

He had one arm around her knee for leverage and support, and had two fingers jabbing her cunt as fast as he could.

"NOW! NOW!" she screamed suddenly, "STOP!"

He did, still not sure what to expect when it came, or rather, when she came.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed seconds later. 

The only way to describe what happened was to say that a sheen of flying, clear liquid . . . seemed to cascade out of her like a waterfall. It wasn't just that single solitary sheet of raining cum either, but a second one that was even fuller, and thicker and shot out in an even higher arc than the first. 

Charlie would later swear to Tony that he felt as it as flew over his shoulder, literally bathing his entire back when it landed.

Essence swore under her breath as Mavis continued to rub her clit with the vibrator. Her eyes were tightly closed, but her face bore a beatific serenity as she continued to spray rope after rope out at the camera lenses. Her hips bucking and humping as stream after stream shot forth, until with a loud but contented sigh, she slumped in the chair and let the hand holding the vibrator drop to her side.

"See? I told you, guys!" Mavis giggled joyously. "Can this girl cum or what?"

"Great!" Essence yelled. "Cut! And that's a wrap."

Mavis sat up, obviously dazed from her exertions. Bev-o handed her a roll of tissue paper, and she used it to wipe her fingers and her pussy. Then Essence helped Charlie clean her fluids off his shoulders and back.

"So, now what?" Mavis asked. Her cheeks were flushed. In fact, her performance had left her seeking more sexual fulfillment.

"Charlie, you ready?" Tony asked.

"Yup, ready as a tomcat on Saturday night."

"What are we gonna do?" she asked curiously.

Charlie smiled. "I believe this is where you suck my cock."

Mavis nodded enthusiastically, "Okay."

"You can stay where you are, Mavis," Tony said. "Charlie, you come over and stand in front of her. Ready?"

Both Mavis and Charlie nodded.

"Okay, roll 'em!" Tony called out, and the next scene was underway.

She looked up at him, smiling lewdly as he stood before her and slowly, almost obscenely, unzippered his jeans and exposed his long, banana shaped cock.

Mavis let the wet tip of her tongue graze the tip of his member. Charlie shivered, and she looked up at him lasciviously and gave it another quick flick of her tongue.

Calmly, she started stroking his pulsating shaft as it continued to grow in size. Bev-o knelt down in front of them, getting a close up of her face and Charlie's cock.

Essence was filming over Mavis's shoulder, more or less shooting straight down.

Mavis continued to massage the cock, holding her hand daintily just behind the helmet until it occurred to her that he might like something a little different. She made a mental bet with herself that no one had ever done what she was about to do to him before. Suddenly she used the long, red nail of her right hand to gently scratch and tickle the sensitive mound at the back of the helmet. Charlie grunted and almost jerked his cock from her hand.

"What the fuck?"

Mavis laughed mischievously, but in the next moment Charlie went wild; grabbing the back of her neck, he thrust his cock into her mouth. Caught off-guard, Mavis opened her mouth, and he forged in over her tongue and half-way down her throat.

Later she would have a vivid recollection of his salty, but spicy taste, but just then she feared that he was about to choke her.

Fortunately for the two of them, Charlie pulled back and out of her mouth, only to slap her lips with his erection. In seconds, Mavis had her mouth open like that of a guppy begging to be fed.

And he was only to happy to feed her. This time she was ready and accepted his entire length, again and again, letting him pump into her mouth as fast and as deep as he wanted to.

Essence concentrated on his cock, and recorded it in all its saliva glistening glory as it slid rhythmically in and out between her red lips. 

Suddenly, he pulled out all the way. Mavis watched the shimmering wet cock standing vertical and rigid in front of her face. 

Essence captured the cock trembling with excitement. Bev-o caught Charlie's fist as it took hold of Mavis' hair, holding her head still before ramming his shaft deep into her throat, but not before slamming into her esophagus and setting off a gagging sequence that took precious seconds to bring under control. 

Mavis was pissed at him, but Charlie paid no heed to her, ramming his meat into her mouth over and over again until she was whimpering and he yanked his dick out of her mouth and let it point straight up at the ceiling.

"Whew," he gasped, and took a step back.

Mavis was gasping for breath. She looked at him cautiously as he paused to take a drink of bottled water and then smiled amiably at her.

Mavis shook her head in confusion.

"You want anything to drink?" Charlie asked her. 

"Yes, water, please."

Tony quickly handed her an ice cold bottle of mineral water. She gulped it down, emptying the bottle before Charlie finished his.

"You two are dynamite together," Tony told them.

"Thanks," Mavis said, looking over at Charlie. He was now completely naked, and though his long cock had settled down a bit, it was still hard. 

"Are you two ready to go on?" Tony asked.

Mavis nodded. "I guess it's time to fuck?" she said matter of factly.

"Yeah," Tony said and grinned at her.

Mavis touched her pussy, found she was still very wet, but she held Charlie off with one hand in the air and masturbated with the other. She felt so shameless, so horny.

"Okay," Mavis whispered after a minute or so, and stood up.

"No, don't get up," Tony called over to her. "Charlie will show you what to do."

She sat down in the chair, and looked over at Charlie, who stood stark naked, stroking his cock.

The camera started whirring, and came toward her. His erect cock bounced stiffly with each step and stopped in front of her.

"Action! Roll 'em!" Tony shouted.

What came next happened very quickly. Charlie grabbed her upper arms, almost, but not quite hurting her. Then he pulled Mavis out of the chair, and threw her to the floor, where she landed on her hands and knees on the carpet. With slow, menacing steps he came towards her. He was still stroking his cock, making it harder and harder. The cameramen moved around them, giving them plenty of room.

Charlie followed Mavis to the carpet, greedily sniffing her cunt before lapping at it like a dog. Mavis was squirming with excitement as he grabbed his cock by the root, and positioned the bulging head at the mouth of Mavis's wet entrance, and then slowly, ever so slowly, with the cameras recording every millimeter, the rock hard cock forced its way into her pussy.

"Ohhh," Mavis whispered. It was a very satisfied sound. Charlie backed out and then reentered her; and kept doing so until she almost passed out from the lovely sensations he caused within her. Then he started fucking her, really fucking her, slamming his long cock deep and slowly withdrawing it, and then slamming it back into her, reveling in the feel of her velvet softness on his cock as he twisted and ground it in and out of her. 

Mavis, of course, was humping back at him, gasping for breath, digging her nails into his back as he rammed into the wetness of her sex.

"Coming!" she cried out, for they had asked her to let them know when she was about to squirt again.

And squirt she did, but because Charlie's cock remained inside her, the cameras caught her fluids flowing out over his cock and balls, and not spewing, or arcing directly at the cameras.

"Fuck me," she hissed, over and over; a two-worded mantra: "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Charlie heeding her cries, increased his thrusts, and his tireless cock pounded into her like a piston of pure, bulging lust. 

Mavis' body stiffened up for a moment as she began to reach the peak of her climax. Moments later, it overpowered her, and as she was squirming in ecstasy, the cameramen zoomed in on her face, and then on her crotch, recording her grunts and the squishing sounds of their coupling. It seemed that Mavis' fluids were everywhere: flying off Charlie's cock, as it pulled out of her; and pouring out of her sexual orifice whenever it wasn't corked by his prick.

From the side of the bed Mavis heard the clatter of belt buckle, zipper and pants. She glanced over toward the sounds and saw Butch stripping off his clothing. His eyes were wild, and his stiff cock stood straight out from his body. He was looking greedily at Mavis as he slowly pulled back his foreskin, exposing his huge, purple knob.

"I'm next," he told her. She nodded eagerly and made herself ready to accept him. Charlie now lay next to her, having spent himself moments earlier.

In one quick move, Butch turned Mavis over, placing her on her back on the carpet. Then he dropped between her legs and steered his pulsating cock toward the mouth of her pussy. As wet as she was, he was dry and met some resistance, causing her to moan in either discomfort or pain. But she hung in and was soon making the necessary adjustments to accommodate him.

"Do you want this cock?" Butch asked derisively.

Mavis nodded, and through wet lips said, "Yes," she cried, "I want it. C'mon, fuck me."

Butch grunted as he drove into her like a pile driver, "You're so fucking hot!" he growled, "so fuckin' hot!"

She let him fuck her, gave herself to him, and discovered that never had she enjoyed a fuck so intensely. The cameramen walked around the couple on the floor, capturing the various angles offered them by the couple.

Mavis was now sobbing with lustful gratitude, and suddenly another orgasm swept over her and she was screaming and kicking beneath him. Butch pulled out of her, but she continued to fuck the space he created, not noticing that he was no longer fucking her.

He held his cock in his hand, jerking it wildly.

"Ahhhh, here I cum!" he shouted, and Bev-o pointed the camera at his glistening, wet, jerking cock as it spewed long, fat jets of scalding sperm onto her face. Mavis quickly opened her mouth and caught two salty spurts before he was finished coming.

And it was over. The crew put their cameras down. Charlie handed Mavis a box of tissues and she began to wipe the semen from her face and body. When she was satisfied with that, she dabbed fresh tissues at her pussy and thighs until that area was also cleansed. Then she gathered her clothing and went off to a vacant corner and dressed.

Charlie waited until she was finished and then sauntered over.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi, Charlie," Mavis said cautiously.

"I was wondering," he said, "would you like to have dinner with me?"

"It's what . . . two, three in the morning, Charlie?"

"Oh . . . yeah, I know. I meant like tonight, or maybe tomorrow night."

Mavis smiled up at him. "Yeah, sure, Charlie, why not?" 

"So . . . can I have your number?" Charlie asked shyly.

She was amused and touched by him. He'd just fucked her brains out in front of maybe fifteen people and now he was shy about asking her out.

She wrote her number down on a scrap of paper and handed it to him. 

"Don't lose it," she said. Several guys had done just that to her in the past, and she was insecure about giving her number out. Yet she had good vibes about him. She laughed, thinking, 'He's just screwed my brains out, and I'm worried he won't call me?' 



Prankster Ch. 12



Copyright © 2007



Many thanks to "Techsan" for graciously giving his time and effort to me in editing this and other stories of mine in recent months. As always, I appreciate your excellent support, thanks again, Techsan.

Chapter 12

"All right," Tony said as Butch, Charlie, and then Mavis left the warehouse. "Next scene will be Ginger and me. Bev-o, will you and Essence work the equipment?"

They nodded their assent, and Tony turned to Barely. "Barely, after this, would you want me to get you and Essence down?"

"Um, no, Tony. I'd rather keep Essence out of this. You never know . . ." he paused and looked beseechingly at his girlfriend. "I hope you understand, baby. No need for the world to see how happy we are together."

"You're right, Barely, only make the rest of the world jealous, anyway. But you need to fuck one of the others . . . it's okay by me."

"Well," Tony offered, "perhaps we can call it a night after Ginger and me finish."

"Sounds like a plan," Bev-o said, surprising everyone by speaking out.

"Let's get it on then," Tony said.

"I'm ready," Ginger snapped.

Tori had remade the bed for them and handed Ginger a small tube just before she hopped up onto the bed. Tony stood next to the bed while Hailey sucked him to readiness.

Joining Ginger on the bed, and with the cameras rolling, he slapped her on the behind, once on each cheek, leaving two red hand prints. 

Ginger giggled and said, "Ohhh, Tony that feels so good!" Then she took him in her mouth and tongued the head of his cock until he began discharging some precum.

Holding him in her little fist, she gave him a squeeze and watched delightedly as a dab of precum oozed out of his one-eyed monster. With a shriek of delight, Ginger smeared the fluid over her cheeks and lips. Then she revealed the small tube she had clenched in her other hand to Tony.

"And what will we be doing with that?" he asked, revealing his amusement to both cameras.

"I thought a tittie fuck would be good for starters," she said blithely, looking directly into Bev-o's camera.

Essence was already on the move, positioning herself at the precise angle from which to capture Tony's cock pillaging Ginger's breasts.

Ginger applied the oil-based jell to each breast in a tantalizing manner designed to excite even the most casual of viewers who would later watch the video. Her nipples revealed her excitement, standing stiffly at attention, and demanding it as well.

Tony waited for her signal, and getting it, placed his erection into her well oiled cleavage. Ginger cupped her breasts and brought them firmly against Tony's cock. 

Tony immediately began to roll his hips back and forth, driving his hardon against the inner sides of her breasts and coated his prick with the oil.

"You like this?" she asked huskily.

"You better believe it. Fucking your tits is better than I would have dreamed!"

Ginger giggled happily and added more oil to her breasts, smearing it up and down before tossing the oil aside. Then she curled her slick fingers around his cock, and milked some more precum from it.

As Tony continued his slow, methodical tit-fuck, rivulets of oil dribbled down to Ginger's stomach and onto her legs. Ginger reached between her legs with greased fingers, and allowed two fingers to slowly slide into her snatch.

Watching her, Essence realized that her panties were soaked, and she wanted nothing more than to displace the young teen in front of her, only hoping that Barely would swap places with Tony.

When Ginger eased her fingers out of her pussy and lifted them to her nose, both Essence and Barely groaned aloud, and then, startled, laughed giddily at one another while their cameras moved wildly about the room, filming everything but the fornicating couple on the bed. Fortunately, Bev-o remained focused on them and his shots would salvage what would otherwise have been a bad moment for the film.

Meanwhile, Ginger was inhaling deeply, taking in the special fragrance of her seeping arousal. She followed up by lifting her fingers to her lips and stuffing them into her mouth.

Tony groaned and fought to keep from ejaculating over her chest.

Ginger provocatively licked her fingers, savoring her sexual taste, and put her fingers back between her legs and up her snatch once more. 

The tit fucking had progressed to the point at which Ginger was able to lick the tip of Tony's cock when it reached its highest point, her eyes on Tony's, never breaking contact with his. 

Shortly thereafter, it was Ginger who took control, allowing Tony to rest as he became an interested onlooker. Starting slow, she moved up and down, always maintaining contact with his cock. Every once in a while, she would pause and reach up to her nipples and pinch them before starting again.

"Want me to cum on your tits?" Tony asked.

"Try to hold off a little longer," Ginger gasped. "I'm really enjoying this," she said, keeping him snug between them, and applied even more pressure to her breasts. Tony felt his cock swelling up, and knew he was about to cum. 

"Cut!" he called out to give himself time to recover.

He walked away and poured himself a glass of ice water, took a gulp, and then immersed his cock into the icy water to ease his need to cum. He counted to ten and returned to Ginger, and knelt with his legs outside hers. 

Ginger kept her breasts pressed tightly together with her hands, so that Tony's cock was as snug as it had been earlier. She whimpered in pleasure as she forced his slick member in and out of the fuck tunnel she'd formed. To Tony, it felt tighter than a cunt, especially when her breasts warmed even more because of the friction being created. 

A combination of sweat and lubrication spilled into his pubic hair, and some droplets splashed against Ginger's neck as they continued with the tit fuck. 

Ginger instinctively knew when he was about to cum, and hollered, ""Cum on me! Cum all over me! Get it all over my face!"

Tony ran his fingers through her hair, as she continued to coax him to cum on her. Then he froze for a split second, his body pulsed with pleasure and a thick stream of cum jettisoned out of his cock. She kept him tightly wedged between her tits, as a torrent of sperm crashed against Ginger's eyebrows, nose and lips. She whimpered with pleasure and frantically rubbed his softening cock before giving up and scooping some remnants of ejaculate from her face and smearing over her tingling nipples.

****

The filming came to a halt, and Barely handed Ginger a glass of water, which she drank greedily.

Tony wondered how far she would go with him and the cameras. He decided to test her, telling her, not asking her, to lick his asshole, and to stick her tongue deep inside his anus as soon as the cameras were rolling again.

Ginger merely nodded her acceptance. He presented his ass to her and yelled, "Action!" Essence and Barely took up their positions and started shooting.

Ginger had a sultry look in her eyes as she spread his cheeks apart.

"Ever done this before, Ginger?" Tony asked, hoping her answer was no.

"No," she replied as if knowing that was the correct response. A first time eating a guy's ass out would really sell the tape, and Tony knew it. The cameras didn't record it, but he had a huge grin on his face as Ginger, with almost no hesitation, began to lick up and down the crevice of his ass.

Tony sighed with pleasure as she slowly continued licking him, up and down. Up and down. And then in a movement that caught Tony off-guard, she sent her tongue in a small circle around his puckered anus, and Tony groaned out loud.

A second later, her tongue was wriggling its way inside him.

"Don't even think of stopping," he called out and tried to squeeze her tongue with his sphincter. The next sensation was that of her soft nose sliding into the crack of his hairy ass, and he realized that Ginger was humming!

He was hard as a rock again when her finger slipped inside him.

"Don't fuck with my prostrate," he groaned, half hoping she would.

But Ginger was capable of following orders and she merely used her finger to widen the opening of his anus and then drove her tongue into it some two inches.

He almost came then and there. Were it not for his extended willpower he would have, but with visions of money from the video dancing in his head, Tony overcame the tremendous urge to blast off and he tried to figure out what to do with her that would be best for the film.

"Like my ass, do you?" he asked Ginger.

"Oh, yeah, I like sucking ass. It's cool."

"Want me to fuck you in yours?"

"Sure," she quickly replied. "I thought you'd never ask."

The crew paused their cameras as Tony hopped off the bed and grabbed the KY Jelly and thoroughly lubed her anus. He had little trouble entering her, and found her slick, hot and snug.

His first thought was that he was going to melt inside her like a stick of butter.

Essence focused on Ginger's face. Her eyes were closed. Her hair was mussed and out of place. Her nose was red from gliding up and down Tony's ass. Her lipstick was faded and smeared. Essence loved the shot. She thought Ginger was the perfect slut.

Once Tony had worked his cock fully inside her, he paused and took the sensations this act brought to him.



Ginger was chanting, "Oh, God," as if it was her personal mantra, and Tony had to laugh and did.

Then he flipped her over so that she lay face down, and after a moment's hesitation, began to thrust hard and fast, reveling in her amazing tightness and the fact that she never complained, but continued to moan her hypnotic, "Oh, God's" until he exploded in her rectum, pulling out after the first rope cannoned into her darkest region, and then for the benefit of the cameras, let the remainder of his load splatter her ass cheeks and lower spine.

He never said what made him do it, but Tony then turned her so that they were face to face, and began kissing her. Licking her face would be a better description of what actually transpired. He licked her from forehead to chin and Ginger moaned with pleasure as the tiny bumps on his tongue wrung new pleasures from her smooth, young facial skin.

When he stopped licking her, Ginger waited a moment, then realizing he was finished, she got up and slowly walked to the lavatory, her ass swinging provocatively with every step, knowing the cameras were following her. 

When she came out some minutes later, Tony was dressed and waiting for her. Barely and Essence had put most of the equipment away.

"I called a cab," he told her. "I'll go with you, at least see you to your door so you get home safely."

"That's nice," she said, giving him a demur look that shocked Essence, who was normally impervious to such matters.

"Ginger," Tony said as they got into the cab, "I want to make sure I've got your real name and a number where I can reach you."

"I showed you my driver's license," she said.

"Yeah, I know. But I really want an address where I can get hold of you. I'm betting you've moved since you got that license, am I right?"

"Oh ... yeah, I did," she said as if realizing it for the first time.

"Look, the reason I want it ... and don't give me any bullshit. This film is gonna make a ton of money and I wanna be able to find you and pay you your fair share. I don't want you coming up to me three years from now complaining I never gave you your money."

"Oh, all right," she said, and produced a grimy social security card with the name Margaret Millhouse. She rummaged in her purse and finally produced a piece of paper and a pen and scrawled a phone number, and handed it to him.

"So if you don't mind me asking, just how old are you?"

"Eighteen. Really. My birthday was a week ago. I just went along with the date on the license for the fun of it. You know, getting laid on my birthday. I didn't get any on my real birthday ... so, you know?" she answered meeting his eyes with her own. 

"Gonna make a big deal out of it?"

He laughed. "No, not at all. Let's make believe I never saw the social security card. You're Ginger, got it?"

"Okay, I'm Ginger."

"Good night Ginger. You're a beautiful girl . . . err, woman. I'll be in touch."

"Yeah, I liked you touching me, Tony."

"We'll do more of that too."

********

At 9:30 that morning, Deana, one of the female detectives assigned to the underage statutory rape case, visited Pruett at the hospital.

"Good morning, Mr. Pruett?"

"Yeah, I'm Pruett, are you my new nurse?"

"No, Mr. Pruett, I'm Deana Franchetti, I was hoping to talk to the guy involved with the Girls Gone Wild crew. Would that be you?"

"Yup, that'd be me."

"Oh, wonderful," Deana gushed, excitedly. "I've always wanted to meet a film star."

"Hey, I'm not exactly a star. I make films."

"You don't perform?"

"Well, I guess I do. I hadn't thought of it that way, you know?"

"So you do perform?"

"Yeah, I do."

"I thought so."

"How'd you hear about me?" Pruett asked, his hand moving stealthily under the blanket to his fast rising cock.

"A friend of mine; actually two friends, really, Heather and Kristy."

"Heather and Kristy! Yeah, I remember them. Boy, do I remember them. Friends of yours?" he said as he stroked his boner.

"Very good friends of mine," Deana said with a smile that nearly killed her to beam at him.

"So . . . you wanna be in one of my videos?"

"Maybe," she replied, trying for coquettish and almost succeeding. "Tell me, Pruett, what did you and the girls do in the video?"

"What, you got some kind of limitations as to what you'll do?"

"I don't understand," Deana said, thrusting her chest out another two inches.

"Like some girls won't take it up the ass. Others won't swallow . . . but not to worry, I'd rather capture any cum shots as facials, or on your tits, you know?"

"Oh," Deana said, stunned at the turn the conversation had taken. She took a deep breath and then made certain her tape recorder was still on. 

"Well, what exactly did you and the girls . . . Kristy and Heather do? I mean, I could probably do the same things."

"Hmmm, to be honest, I can't recall which girl did what. But they both wanted to blow me. That I am sure of."

"They wanted to . . . blow you?"

"Oh, yeah, both of them. They wanted to become famous."

"They wanted fame . . ."

"Yeah, so I had them go down on one another. You know, you got a nice pair of tits. Would you mind showing them to me?"

"Maybe later, okay? But you were telling me about Kristy and Heather," she said encouragingly. 

"Do you provide booze on the set?"

"If we have it, sure. I remember we gave the girls some gin and tonic. It helped them get in the mood."

"So what happened after the girls went down on each other?"

"Then Tony filmed me fucking them. No, first one of them blew me. Then I fucked the other one ... at least I think I did. The truth is I don't remember exactly."

"And who is . . . Tony?"

"Show me your tits," Pruett said plaintively.

"Later," Deana told him as provocatively as she could.

"No, show me now," he said and reached out to grab the closest breast to him.

Deana belted him in the jaw with her right fist and stunned Pruett.

"You're under arrest; anything you have to say may be used against you . . ." Deana said as she finished reading him his rights.

And, when Pruett tried to get up from the bed, she handcuffed him with his hands behind his back.

"What the fuck!" Pruett cursed. "What'd I do?"

"Heather and Kristy are underage. That's statutory rape among other things, like sodomy and initiating intercourse between members of the same sex."

"Shit!" Pruett yelled in frustration. "Hey, honest, I didn't know you was a cop. I never would'a grabbed your tit if I'd a known."

"I'm not arresting you for that. I told you it's for what you did to Heather and Kristy."

"Oh."

"Now who's this Tony you mentioned?"

"Who?" Pruett said, finally alert to the danger both he and Tony were in.

"Okay, have it your way. The doctor said you were okay to be released into my custody. I'm going to uncuff you so you can get dressed. You make one false move and I'll kick the living shit out of you, understand?"

"Yeah, I understand."

Ten minutes later, his hands cuffed behind his back again, Pruett was helped into a squad car and taken into custody.

****

At three that afternoon, Tony received a call from Pruett's attorney, advising him of Pruett's incarceration and the benefits of having no video tape available with the two underage girls in it. 

"I would also destroy any other tapes with underage females cavorting about with the two of you. The police probably have a search warrant for your domicile by now and will be ringing your bell any minute."

"Um, yeah, thanks, Mr. . . ."

"Spinelli, John T. Spinelli," the attorney said smoothly. "should you require my services . . ."

"That won't be necessary, Mr. Spinelli. I have no incriminating material in my possession. Pruett should have destroyed his copy. I guess he didn't. That will be his problem.

And it was. Pruett was found guilty, even though Kristy and Heather proved to be hostile witnesses for the prosecution; and while Heather was old enough to participate, Kristy was not. Spinelli got Pruit's admission to the female officer thrown out as he hadn't had his rights read to him until after he'd admitted having had sex with the girls, but in the final analysis, the film was shown to the jury and they found him guilty as charged. The judge sentenced him to twelve years hard time.

EPILOGUE

The video was an over night sensation, selling over two hundred thousand copies. And Pruett's trial and subsequent conviction spurred another run of over one hundred thousand tapes. In dollars and cents that equated to $8,200,000 for the first run, of which Tony garnered $2,500,000 as his share. The second run was somewhat better for Tony, bringing in $4,025,000, of which Tony pocketed $2,012,500.

Tony mailed sizable checks to the girls who had left him an address. He visited Pruett in prison and told him that his share, some $2,000,000 had been deposited in an account in the Cayman Islands where it was earning 6% interest for him. 

Tony also hired an attorney who set about appealing Pruett's conviction. Money changed hands, and while the appeal went nowhere, Pruett was paroled after serving three years.

Tony also got a little revenge on Adele by purchasing the store she managed and having her fired for committing sodomy on the premises with Sue Ann.

Sue Ann, terrified of Tony, left town and was never heard from again.

Adele found another job with Burger King, but only as an assistant manager.

These days, both Tony and Pruett are enjoying life in Costa Rica. Ginger flew down to join Tony after he settled in. Pruett roams the streets at night, finding young teens and delighting in them and they in him.

The End