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Tucker's Studio Ch. 01

By: riverboy



I have a whole series of these stories written. They all revolve around Tucker Sims and his studio. Most of them work as stand alone stories, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. They are all fairly short, easy reads. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

City Diner

Ginny. A good old fashioned name, perfect for a waitress at a diner. She walks the worn out linoleum of one of those old joints that looks like a shiny, stainless steel train car. CITY DINER is the name lit up in neon. Not very original. It's a small place, on a corner lot, on a gritty street in a mid-sized rust belt city. It's a city up North, so it snows a lot in the winter. The summers are nice though. Warm and green.

It's summer when our story gets going. A summer that's extra warm and a little less green than usual. Ginny's at work. She's taking a quick break out on the back steps behind the kitchen, smoking a cigarette...

"Hey Gin, what's up," a young man said. He'd just jumped out of a faded old Mazda Miata that had seen better days.

"Slow tonight," Ginny said. "You on 'till mornin'?"

"Yup. The fun's just startin'," he said.

His name was Ralphy. He didn't look like a Ralphy, but what are you gonna do, everybody's stuck with their names. He looked more like a Brett, or a Clint, or maybe a Jude. Not because he resembled anybody, just because the name Ralphy didn't do his handsomeness any justice. But Ralphy it was.

"You think you could find any tighter pants?" Ginny said sarcastically. "Jesus Christ, ya know the women can't see ya below the waist right? It don't help the tips none."

"What are you, my mother now?" Ralphy asked jokingly. "You don't like lookin' at me?"

"I never said that," Ginny said with a little smirk.

"You know it's all for you," Ralphy said, gesturing with his hands at his body. "Just say the word Gin. You and me. All this is yours baby."

Ginny smiled. Ralphy and the others at the diner kept her sane. Life at home was the shits for her. The low-down, brown and stinky shits. An abusive husband and a worthless low-life son both lived off her waitress pay and made her life plenty miserable. She'd had enough five years ago, but felt trapped, like she was locked up in a cage. She knew she wasn't, of course, but damn, it sure felt that way most of the time.

She threw her cigarette butt down, twisted the sole of her ugly white waitress shoe on it, and followed Ralphy inside.

After fifty-five years of humdrum life, Ginny was tired. Walking the floor of the old diner night after night would have been torturous if it wasn't for the younger folks on staff keeping the atmosphere upbeat. Just about everybody was younger. Ralphy was twenty-nine. Max, the owner of the joint, was thirty-five. The day shift waitresses were all in their low twenties, the kind of youth that was too depressing for Ginny to think about much. When she was low twenties she was hot too. Long legs, nice tits. Guys were all over her for a few years there. Then she met Gary and the rest is unpleasant history.

Ralphy though, he could still see it in the old girl. Max made sure the uniforms fit his waitresses kinda tight, and Ginny, tired looking as she was, still looked good, especially when you squinted a little. Ralphy, he must have had a permanent squint, because he had to stop himself from looking sometimes. Back in the hot kitchen, looking though the opening where he put up the orders of two-over-easy-hash-browns-and-toast, he often did that old fashioned thing men sometimes do, that undress-her-with-your-eyes thing. And Ginny, yeah, she undressed nice. Ralphy's mom was younger than Ginny, which sometimes made him wonder what the hell was goin' on inside his head, but damn, yeah, she undressed nice.

"Order up," Ralphy yelled.

———————

Five in the morning. The city's empty. Ginny loves that time of day. Shift over, a nice quiet cigarette that she doesn't have to snuff out if she doesn't want to, a quiet hang with Ralphy, or whoever the night cook is. She likes it best when it's Ralphy. Nick, he doesn't hang long. He's polite and chats a while, but Ralphy, he lingers as long as Ginny does. She has to force herself to go sometimes, because Ralphy, he knows how her home life is the shits. He'll stay and talk as long as Ginny wants. Ralphy's home life, it's not so bad. Quiet a lot of the time, but two sorta kinda girlfriends try and keep him busy. They're fun, but not settling down material. Early in the morning though, at five o'clock, there's nothing for him at home, and Ginny, she loves the morning hang, so Ralphy does too. How could he not, after undressing the old gal with his eyes all night long?

"You wearin' those pants tomorrow?" Ginny said as Ralphy got in his old Miata after she'd decided it was time to go.

"You want me to?" Ralphy asked.

"They're not so bad," Ginny said. She pulled the cigarette out of her smirk and twisted it under her tired foot.

Ralphy's Miata needed a muffler. Ginny smiled a little as he roared away.

———————

"Order up," Ralphy yelled.

It was another hot night in the kitchen. He had his tight pants on again, and a tight white t-shirt that showed off his guns. He did push-ups in the morning to keep 'em big, except morning was afternoon for guys like Ralphy who worked nights.

"Thanks hun," Ginny said. She picked up the plate and shuffled off across the well-worn linoleum. Ralphy watched her go, his eyes just South of her belted waist. Long legs and asses. Yeah, he liked 'em. He liked 'em a lot.

"Slow tonight. Take a break honey, I'll call ya if I need ya," Ginny said. 

Ralphy went out and sat on the back steps. It was twenty, maybe thirty degrees cooler than the kitchen. Ginny, she sat down on a stool at the counter, taking a load off her tired feet.

"Who's the boy," the only customer in the place said, as he finished up his fried egg sandwich. Ginny turned her head.

"The boy?" she said.

"The cook. What's his name?"

"Who wants ta know?" Ginny said.

"Tucker's my name. Tucker Sims." He pulled a nice little leather business card holder out of his pocket, flicked out a card, and set it down on the table next to him. "Think he'd be interested in doin' some modeling?"

Ginny scowled and smiled, both at the same time.

"Modelin'?" she said. "I don't know Mister, you'd have to ask him."

"How about you, you ever think about it?"

"About Ralphy modelin'? Nope, can't say I have," Ginny said.

"No, I mean you. You're a good lookin' gal Ginny," he said. He'd read her name on her uniform earlier.

"You drunk?" Ginny said. "Where you been, down the road at Joe's hittin' the whiskey?"

"Give him this, will ya," Tucker said, pointing at the card. He tossed a twenty on the table and turned to leave. "I'll stop in again."

"Yeah, come again Mister," Ginny said, admiring his expensive clothes as he walked out.

She walked over and picked up the twenty. A fourteen dollar tip on his six dollar snack. She left the card and went back for it after she cleared the dishes and wiped her hands. She was standing there reading it when Ralphy came back in.

Tucker Sims T.S. Productions Photography, Film, Video

"Hey Ralphy, you ever do any modelin'?" Ginny asked, smirking because she already knew the answer.

"Yeah, I was on the cover of Playgirl last month," he joked.

"I thought that was you," Ginny said. "If you wanna give it a try a guy was just here askin' about ya." She handed him the card and waited for his reaction.

"Askin' about me?"

"Yeah, and he didn't even see your tight pants," Ginny said, ribbing him a little.

"What the fuck's he want with me?"

"Hey, I can see it. If you can't that's your own problem."

"Hold on now. What the fuck are you talkin' about? And what'd this guy say?" Ralphy asked, looking down at the card in his hand again.

"He just asked if you ever did any modelin'. I said he'd have to ask you. He said to give you that and he'd be back sometime. Big tipper. Nice clothes too."

"Huh. Modelin' huh? That's a new one," Ralphy said. He pushed the card into his front pants pocket.

"I'm surprised you can fit anything in there," Ginny said, admiring the tight pants again. She winked.

"I'm wearin' these every night you work Ginny, from now on."

"Fine with me honey. Fine with me."

———————

Two nights later Tucker Sims was back in the same booth. It was the slowest time of night, about three-forty-five or so.

"I hope you don't rely on tips sweetheart, when it's this dead in here," he said.

"Yeah, it's not the best," Ginny said as she put the egg sandwich in front of him. She topped up his coffee too.

"I see our handsome cook's workin' again. Did you give him my card?"

"I did. He was a little curious maybe," Ginny said.

"Would he get in trouble if he sits down with me for a few minutes?" Tucker asked.

"No, I won't tell on him. I'll see if he wants to."

Ginny took the coffee pot and put it back on the burner. Tucker checked her out as she walked away. Her fifty-five-year-old legs seemed to be attracting a lot of attention lately.

"Hey hun, that guys here again, wants you to sit down with him."

"No shit?" Ralphy said.

He looked out through the opening, shrugged his shoulders at Ginny when he saw the guy was the only one in the place, took off his apron and walked out. Tucker looked him over as he approached.

"Tucker Sims," Tucker said, extending his hand.

"Oh. Ralphy," Ralphy said. No need for last names, he thought.

"Good to meet you Ralphy. Did Ginny tell you what I'm interested in?"

"Sort of I guess. Modelin' or somethin'? I never done anything like that."

"That's good. We like fresh faces. You've got a fantastic face Ralphy. And the rest of you's...top notch," Tucker said, glancing at Ralphy's chest and big arms. "You hang out at the gym? Box or somethin'?"

"No, nothin' like that. Lot's of pushups, stuff like that."

"Well it's good my friend. You've got the look ladies are into right now. I think we could do some business. The money's good. It could be a big help on top of what you make here."

Ginny sat on a stool at the end of the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee. She felt like she shouldn't be listening, but she couldn't help it really. The diner was pretty small.

"So what are we talkin' about exactly?" Ralphy asked Tucker.

"We usually start folks out with still pictures. Someone like you, it's all about the cheesecake. Stuff the ladies'll like. Bare chest, those pants you got on'll work fine."

Ginny swallowed hard, almost choking on her coffee when she heard the pants line. She had to turn her head so they wouldn't see her smiling.

"We'll get you on some calendars, stuff like that," Tucker continued. "The internet's a good outlet too these days. Fifty bucks an hour. It's easy money my man."

"Fifty clams? Jesus, I was about to say no fuckin' way, but..."

"Yeah Ralphy. There's nothin' to it. With your looks and my photographer, it's a slam dunk. And the money goes up too. Fifty's just where we get started." Tucker said. "Ginny, you wanna join us for a minute?"

She got up slowly, a little more in tune with Tuckers game, but still not sure about him.

"More coffee?" she asked as she approached.

"No thanks sweetheart. Have a seat with us."

She slid in next to Ralphy, eyeing Tucker a little suspiciously.

"I know, this sounds nutty, right?" Tucker said. "Some guy comes in in the middle of the night, talkin' fifty bucks an hour this, and slam dunk that, but I've been in this business for ten years now. I know when I see good people. I know when I see good people that other people wanna see. I hope I don't insult you Ginny, but what are you, forty-four, forty-five, somethin' like that? There's a hot market for sexy pictures of girls just like you."

"You been hittin' the whiskey again tonight?" Ginny smirked.

"No. Serious as cancer Ginny. You got some wicked legs on you, and the rest stacks up real nice too. So I got work for the both of you if you want it. Fifty or more an hour adds up fast. We can do it separate, or together'd be even better, you two got a nice vibe together. I can definitely see that workin' out real nice."

"Did you bring any of that booze with ya? I could use a shot right about now," Ginny said. "You buyin' this?" she said to Ralphy.

"There's nothin' to buy," Tucker said. "It's all above board. I've got a studio downtown, we pay taxes, my customers are happy, and more important to you guys, my models are happy. You don't have to tell me anything tonight. I'll stop in in a few days. Think about it. Not only is it easy money, it's fun. Everybody that works for me has a good time."

"Okay, so I got a question," Ginny said. "If Ralphy's bare chested and tight pants, what am I?"

"There's a lotta ways we can go Ginny. You could be fully clothed, even in that cute little uniform, flirtin' with cheesecake Ralphy. I'd love to see you in some lingerie, and I know my customers would too. It can be as covered up as you want though. We've got a huge wardrobe, and a makeup girl. Hair. The works. It's all up to you though. You call the shots and we'll work with it."

"Yeah, I thought maybe you wanted some skin, although I don't know why you're pickin' me. Anyway, I'm married, and my husband, he wouldn't go for it."

"You know, I really doubt he'd ever see any of it, if you didn't want to show him. We've worked with models who wore wigs and glasses and stuff like that. My stylists, they're like magicians. You'd be amazed. I've got a married woman, we've been workin' with her for a couple years now. It's all hush, hush. Nobody knows it's her. She makes good money. She's stashin' it away for herself.

A group of customers walked in. Ginny and Ralphy slid out of the booth.

"Think it over," Tucker said as he got up. He threw another twenty on the table. "I'll stop in in a couple days."

Ginny didn't even look at Ralphy. The whole idea twisted her mind in a way she didn't quite expect. Posing for pictures was crazy enough, but doing it flirty? With Ralphy half naked? It should have made her laugh out loud at Tucker, but it didn't.

Ralphy, he went back to the kitchen and put on his apron. Fifty bucks an hour was pretty much all that was in his head until Ginny put in the order for the new group sitting in the corner booth and he saw her face. She looked shy. It was something new for Ginny, something Ralphy hadn't seen before.

"Crazy, huh Gin?" he said, knowing she'd know what he meant.

"Yeah...crazy," she said.

The group in the booth finished up and left, leaving a tip too dumb to mention. The place was empty again. An hour-and-a-half before dawn was the doldrums. Ralphy walked out of the kitchen and sat on a stool at the end of the counter. Ginny made a fresh pot of coffee.

"Funny thing is, I don't get a slimy vibe from him," Ginny said. "It seems for real, don't it?"

"Yeah. Fuckin' crazy though, isn't it? Can you see me on a calendar?" Ralphy laughed.

"Hey, I can see it," Ginny said. "You should talk to him more. Fifty bucks an hour ain't nothin' to walk away from so easy."

"I guess maybe. What about you? That's good money Gin. Like he said about that other woman, you could stash it away for yourself. You don't wanna be with Gary your whole life do ya? You're gonna need some cash someday."

"Yeah. What if he found out though. That'd be ugly," Ginny said. "And what the fuck am I talkin' about anyway. I'm to old for that shit."

"Hey, you can see it with me, I can see it with you," Ralphy said. "I prolly shouldn't say this, but you kinda rock that uniform. You know Max picks the girls for their looks. You're one of 'em."

"Get outta here! I'm fifty-five fuckin' years old. Closin' on fifty-six for chrissake!"

"Hey, hot is hot Gin. I'm just layin' it out there like the world sees it. I don't know how much you wanna talk about this stuff, but...you ever watch porn? The whole "mature" thing? Younger guys, we kinda like the older woman thing. I'll say no more because we prolly shouldn't be talkin' about that, but...I'm just sayin', I wouldn't mind seein' you on a calendar."

Two customers came in and Ginny and Ralphy got back to work. They didn't talk about Tucker any more that night, both of them turning shy from the things they had said. The hang on the back steps after their shift was kinda quiet too, a little small talk and a lot of lookin' off into the distance. Ginny saw Ralphy different that night. She watched him different too, as he climbed into his little car. The key turned, the rusty muffler roared. Ginny snuffed out her cigarette as he drove away.

———————

Tucker was back at the diner two days later, walking in out of a rainy, pitch black night, somewhere around three o'clock. Ginny hadn't talked any more to Ralphy about things, so she wondered what he'd say to Tucker. She was pretty sure she knew what she would say. Thanks but no thanks.

"Egg sandwich," she said to Ralphy through the kitchen window. "Check it out."

She gestured with her head toward Tucker, sitting in his usual booth. Four young guys were at the other end of the row of booths, drunk and boisterous, but they were done eating and left soon after.

"So how's your night goin'?" Tucker asked Ginny when she brought him his sandwich.

"Nothin' special," Ginny said. "Rainin' pretty good huh?"

"Yeah. Washington Ave's almost flooded," he said. "You and Ralphy decide anything?"

"Maybe. Let me get him."

Ralphy took off his apron and walked out of the kitchen. Ginny followed him over with a pot of coffee, filled up Tuckers cup, set the pot down on the table and slid in next to Ralphy on the shiny vinyl seat.

"You guys decide to have some fun with me? Make a few bucks?" Tucker asked.

Ginny and Ralphy looked at each other.

"You go," Ginny said to Ralphy, even more curious about what he'd say than Tucker probably was.

"Yeah, I guess...maybe I'll try somethin'," Ralphy said to Tucker.

Ginny smiled a little. Ralphy surprised her. She'd be buying that calendar for sure.

"Great! That's what I like to hear," Tucker said. "How 'bout you Ginny? You guys gonna team up on this? Moral support's great for gettin' things going."

"Well I..." Ginny said, and she glanced at Ralphy. "I hadn't really thought about it that way."

Ralphy's eyes opened a little more than usual. It was a subtle 'Don't you wannna do this with me?' look. Every once in a while he reminded her of a big puppy dog, and this was one of those times.

"Maybe. I mean I don't know. I was gonna say no, but..." she said, looking shy again. "Whaddya think Ralphy, what should I do?"

"You're gonna come shoot some pictures with me, that's what you should do. If you don't like it we'll stop, or you'll stop, or whatever, right?" he asked Tucker. "She can try it a little and just stop if she wants, right?"

"Absolutely. No pressure honey," Tucker said to Ginny. "I think you'll like it though. Like I said, we have all kinds of fun down there. It's like fairyland when everything gets rollin'. You guys'll have fun, you'll walk out with money in your pockets...it's all good."

"Yeah, I mean I guess I can give it a try," Ginny said. "Maybe with the wig and the glasses, like you said. I don't wanna look ridiculous though."

"Trust me, we don't want you to look ridiculous either," Tucker said. "I wouldn't be in here three times if I didn't think both of you had what we're lookin' for."

"What, you don't like our egg sandwiches?" Ginny said kiddingly. It helped her relax.

"So what's your schedules like?" Tucker asked. "I'm guessin' afternoons might be good for you guys..."

———————

"Whaddya think Marsha, Nice lookin' girl, right?" Tucker said.

"Yeah, totally. Are you the one who wants to use wigs?" Marsha asked Ginny.


Tucker's Studio Ch. 02



I have a whole series of these stories written. They all revolve around Tucker Sims and his porn studio. Most of them work as stand alone stories, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. They are all fairly short, easy reads. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

———————

Tucker wheeled his Cadillac into a shady parking spot at the city pool and switched off the motor. His nephew jumped out with his swim team bag and ran over to his friends. Tucker made a phone call in the shade and wandered over to the rickety bleachers. It was a rough part of town and the big old pool had seen better days. Tucker had gotten so he recognized most of the few parents who hung around to watch the practice — a fat man who always read a newspaper; three moms who always sat together, chattering with gossip like they were trying to win a contest for it; and another woman, probably a mom, who always sat up in the top corner of the old seats, sometimes watching the swimming, but often just gazing off into the distance.

She was the kind of woman Tucker loved to bring into the porn world. His studio specialized in 'mature amateurs', and he'd gotten pretty good at picking people out of a crowd who might be interested in the business. T.S. Productions — that's the name of his company — made good money shooting video of 'fresh faces' fucking their asses off. The woman in the bleachers was lost in thought, watching a young couple toss a frisbee around on a distant hill when Tucker approached her.

"Nice day today," he said.

"Oh. Yeah," she said, smiling a little, just to be polite, when she saw it was somebody she recognized. "Your son's a good swimmer."

"Nephew," Tucker said. "My sister's raising him alone, and she works all day, so..."

"Oh, well we've sorta got that in common then," the woman said. "Danny's my neighbor's boy. I work nights, and he needed some rides here, so I volunteered. I feel like a dirty old lady sometimes, watching all these half naked boys." She chuckled nervously, wondering why she'd just said that to a near total stranger.

"My name's Tucker Sims," Tucker said as he took his little leather business card holder out of his pocket.

"Molly," the woman said. "Molly Bianchi."

"Have you ever done any modeling Molly?" Tucker asked as he handed her his card. Molly scowled a little as she read it.

Tucker Sims

T.S. Productions

Photography, Film, Video

"When I was younger I did a little, but that was thirty years ago," she said. "You're not seriously giving this to me are you?"

"Sure. There's a thriving market for attractive women your age,"

Tucker said.

"You mean I've been cleanin' office buildings for ten years when I coulda been on the cover of Vogue?" Molly said. She smiled beautifully. 

"Sorry, I'm not part of that world," Tucker said. "What we do is a little more...earthy."

"Oh my God, are you in porn?" Molly asked as her eyes widened.

"Adult entertainment. But it's not all what you're thinking. We do a variety of things, including mildly sexy photo shoots for calendars and things like that. I've got a client interested in a sexy housewife kind of thing right now, and when I saw you here today I thought, yeah, that's the look right there."

"I'm not sure if I should be, but I'm kinda flattered," Molly said with a confused looking smile. "So what kinda business do you have? You're not gonna take me home to your bedroom and pull out a phone camera are ya? I mean you look like a nice guy but..."

"I've got a studio down in the warehouse district. A photographer on staff, hair people, makeup people, stylists, the works. I've got an international client list, and I've worked with over fifty local models and talent, most of them people off the street like you. My clients and I both prefer the natural 'amateur' kind of vibe from nonprofessional models. The money's good too — fifty dollars an hour to start, and it goes up from there."

"So this 'sexy housewife' thing," she said, making air quotes with her fingers, "just how 'mildly sexy' are we talkin' about?"

"That client's open to a range of things, so it'd come down to your comfort level. Could be fully clothed with a little lingerie peeking out. Maybe some full lingerie if you're comfortable with it. We provide the wardrobe. We've got hundreds of things to choose from, in all sizes.

"All right Mr. Tucker Sims, you've certainly turned this into an interesting afternoon. You kinda made my day, but I just can't see myself doin' anything like that. Not at my age. Twenty years ago you woulda had me."

"What's age got to do with it?" Tucker asked.

"Plenty!" Molly said. "Look, I know how these photo shoots work. A girl's gotta feel confident in herself or it shows real bad in the pictures. Like I said, I did some modeling when I was a kid. There was a year there when it sorta clicked for me and I liked what I was seeing, but there were also a few months where I lost my confidence and it was awful. Made me feel really bad about myself. To be honest with you I never recovered. Kinda messed up my whole life in a way. At least that's the way I remember it. I don't know why I'm tellin' you all this..."

"That's cool Molly. I love honesty. And I'll be totally honest with you. You're a MILF, and the world loves MILF's right now. You should jump in and take advantage of it."

"A MILF! Oh my God!" Molly said quietly. "You're a little nutty. Nice, but nutty."

"Just think it over Molly. Back when you were a kid the stars weren't aligned for you, but maybe now they are. Trust me, age is on your side now. Very few women your age have what I'm seeing in you. I'll see you back here in a few days and you can let me know what you think. I won't pressure you or anything. Nice talkin' to you Molly. Enjoy the sunshine."

"Yeah, nice talkin' to you too," Molly said.

Tucker walked down the bleacher steps to the edge of the pool and chatted with his nephew about his lap times. Molly's gaze shifted off into the distance. Her eyes followed the frisbee again, rising slowly on the warm summer breeze.

———————

"Yeah man, that's nice," Jamar said as he circled around Molly. The tall, brown skinned photographer's Caribbean accent made her smile. It was an important smile, the first sign she was loosening up a bit. Tucker was happy to see it.

"Whaddya think honey, you doin' okay?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah. It's kinda surreal, but good, yeah," Molly said as she held her pose.

"It's like fairyland when we get goin' here," Tucker said.

Fairyland when we get goin'? What does that mean, Molly wondered? There she was in a dark studio that makes porn, trying to look sexy, wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

"Marsha, fix that hair a little, will ya?" Tucker said.

Marsha swooped in, made a few adjustments and combed out a little clump of mascara in an eyelash.

"Whaddya think Molly," Tucker asked, "You ready to show the world a little more of how beautiful you are? Maybe another button or two?"

"Lets just try it and see what you think," Marsha said as she unfastened Molly's buttons.

Molly looked down at herself and back up at Tucker. Self confidence was not her strong suit. A failed marriage ten years ago and a revolving door of shitty dates afterwards left her feeling pretty lousy about herself. The dates had gradually petered out and she hadn't even been with a man in over a year.

"You sure people wanna see this?" she asked no one in particular.

"Yeah man. Hot stuff," Jamar said as he got in a rhythm with his camera again.

"You heard the man," Tucker said. "Trust me, he doesn't say that very often."

Molly blushed when she realized the tall, sexy black man was sincere. She'd often wondered about black men. Being a blue-collar city girl, she knew and worked with plenty of people of color, but she'd never dated a man whose skin was any darker than her own, and her's was lilly white. Jamar looked to be twenty years younger, Molly thought, and she was right. He was twenty seven, but Molly's voluptuous forty-eight-year-old curves looked plenty good to him that afternoon.

As he circled, finding new angles, clicking his shutter, Molly found herself fascinated by his lean body. He moved like an athlete, often squatting, crouching, moving in, sometimes close enough to smell. His pants were tight — skinny jeans, made out of black cotton duck. Molly could see the muscles in his thighs flexing as he moved, and the ever-present lump at his crotch. She was pretty sure it wasn't a hard lump — she would have been shocked if she'd done that to him — but it looked plenty meaty, whatever was in there.

"Okay, we're good with this look," Tucker said, snapping Molly out of her thoughts. "You're doing great Molly. Marsha, take her back and change things up a bit."

In the dressing room Marsha put Molly in a long pleated skirt and a plain white blouse. A pearl necklace and conservative high heels completed the nineteen-fifties housewife look. Underneath though, was a whole 'nother story. Molly had never fussed too much with fancy lingerie, so the little thong, garter belt and stockings were a first for her. The lacy push-up bra that was mostly see through was a new experience too. Standing in front of the big mirror before the outer clothes went on she was surprised at how she looked, and Marsha could see it in her eyes.

"You girl, got one fuckin' body on you," Marsha said as they both gazed in the mirror. "Jamar's gonna cream his pants if you don't watch out."

"Get out!" Molly said.

"Tucker's right you know. Jamar never comments on the models. You definitely got his eye today."

Back out on set Jamar adjusted his lights while Molly sat on a big upholstered chair. He dimmed things down, romantic and kind of mysterious. After some test shots to adjust his camera they were ready to roll.

"All right honey, sit sideways across that chair, with your legs up over the arm," Tucker said. "That's it. Marsha, adjust that skirt so the top of her stocking shows on one leg."

Molly's eyes caught Jamar's as he was thinking about how to shoot the scene. The tension left her body and she relaxed into his gaze. She remembered a modeling session when she was seventeen where she got that feeling. Back then the photographer was older, not younger, but she felt the same mutual attraction in his eyes. That was one of those magical days when it seemed modeling would become her life's work.

"That looks perfect sweetheart," Tucker said. "Love that languid look. Hold that while Jamar works it a little. Beautiful honey. I'm gonna let you work it on your own now. Tease that camera. Adjust your clothes however you like. Tease us. Make the camera horny sweetheart."

On a normal day, especially in her cleaning contractor's uniform late at night in an empty office building, the thought of making someone or something horny never crossed her mind. But there in Tucker's studio, under the lights, surrounded by darkness, with Jamar's camera seeming to inhale her like oxygen, something changed in her mind. She surprised herself by tugging gently at her skirt, guiding the hem ever so slowly up her thighs, revealing the straps of the garter belt. A wickedly sexy little smile lit up her face.

For someone wearing a thong for the very first time, she was being bold. With her skirt a mere inch or two higher Jamar's camera would have had a look at it. She knew that was probably the goal — why else put her in a thong? But no, this would be it, just a tease. That alone was more than she thought she'd do. No one wants to see a nearly fifty-year-old woman's crotch for goodness sake!

"Beautiful honey. Work the shirt too," Tucker said.

Molly looked down at the soft white fabric draped over her tits. Yeah, a button or two more, she thought, that'd be nice for Jamar. I wonder if he's a tit man?

Her hands worked the buttons and she instinctively twisted the shirt a little, pulling it tight over her nice tits. It gaped open, showing some nice cleavage and the lacy edge of the little bra.

"Nice Molly," Tucker said.

Jamar swooped in, almost dancing his way around her, firing off a flurry of camera clicks. Everything felt so positive, and her mood was so buoyant, it just felt natural to do more. Before she could think about it much the shirt was fully open and the push-up bra cradling her tits was the star of the show. Her hard nipples strained against the nearly transparent lace.

"Real nice Miss Molly. Real nice," Jamar said as he circled, firing off dozens of shutter clicks.

Jamar spoke the truth. Lounging across the big soft chair, with her stocking clad legs up high and her bra on full view, Molly was indeed the smokin' hot MILF Tucker thought she might be.

"Hot stuff Molly," Tucker said. "Really hot stuff."

Molly's temperature was high. Her heart rate was up and she felt a little flushed. Her brain felt a little fuzzy, but it was a delicious feeling.

"You want me out of this skirt?" she asked. As soon as she said it she wondered why the words had slipped out of her lips.

"Marsha, help her out," Tucker said.

"I, uh, I'm not sure about this," Molly said as Marsha helped her up out of the chair.

"Why don't you try out a pose, and if it feels wrong we'll stop," Tucker said. "Jamar, don't shoot any pictures 'till she's comfortable."

"Ya boss, no problem," Jamar said.

Marsha had the pleated skirt down Molly's legs in no time. Molly looked down at herself and looked nervous.

"Wow," she said.

"Wow for sure," Tucker said. "Your friends must be jealous every time they see you."

"It's my first time in a thong," Molly said sheepishly. "I'm afraid I'm a little...hairy for it."

"It's sexy honey," Tucker said. "There's plenty of guys who like that kind of thing. You can go either way though. If you wanna shave for next time, that's cool too."

"So there's gonna be a next time?" Molly asked.

"Hell yeah. I sure hope you wanna come back. You're a natural. It's easy to see your modeling experience come through, even though you haven't done it in a while."

"You want her draped across the chair again?" Marsha asked.

"Yeah. Same pose'll be great. That okay with you Molly?" Tucker said.

Molly nodded and reclined in the big chair again, lifting her legs slowly up onto the arm, careful to not flash her hairy crotch any more than she needed to.

Having Jamar just stand there and watch her was a strange feeling. He wasn't being a letch or anything like that, but boy did he ever devour her with those big brown eyes of his. Molly kinda loved it, and her heart was pounding.

"Whaddya think honey? Wanna let Jamar capture your beauty?" Tucker asked.

"Yes," Molly said in a near whisper.

Was she being too obvious, she wondered? Could everybody tell she was attracted to the ridiculously handsome photographer? There she was, totally rockin' the sexiest lingerie she'd ever seen, and a tall, lanky hunk of stud was taking pictures of her! It was crazy!

"Beautiful. Just beautiful," Tucker said after Jamar had worked all the angles. "I'd love to get some backside poses, but it's up to you Molly."

"Oh. I don't...know. I think I'm too hairy. I mean I really didn't expect..."

"Hey, if you're not comfortable we're not doin' it. But maybe we could go there next time? That way you can get yourself fixed up however you like."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah, I guess so," Molly said. "You sure you want somebody my age doin' this kinda thing?"

"Absolutely! When can you come back?"

"Oh. Let's see...same time on Thursday? Are we done today?"

"Yup, that was a great first session," Tucker said.

Molly got up and Marsha handed her a robe. She pulled it on and Marsha walked her back to the dressing room.

"You're really good Molly," Marsha said back in the closed room. "It's rare to see that twinkle in Jamar's eyes."

"Somehow I doubt that," Molly said. 

"I've been here for years. Trust me, it's rare. Hey, if it happens again Thursday, you'll know you're onto somethin'."

———————

Molly called her sister Rita the next day and confided in her about the photo shoot. Rita was a few years younger, formerly wild, recently divorced, but mostly settled down raising her kids.

"You should ask him out," Rita said on the phone.

"Yeah right!" Molly said. "A super hot black guy that's twenty years younger than me? He's not gonna wanna date me."

"Hey, you never know. If he was lookin' at you that way, he probably wants to do somethin' to ya."

"Oh God!" Molly said quietly. "Don't put that shit in my head, I gotta go work with him again!"

"Yeah, well, I'm just sayin', gettin' old sucks and we gotta grab it when we get the chance. Let's say neither one of us gets married again. How many more times are we gonna get fucked before we die? It's a sad thought, isn't it?"

"Rita!" Molly laughed. "What would Mom say if she heard you talking like that!"

"I hope she'd say amen sister. And we're not just talkin' gettin' fucked, we're talkin' a black guy! Jesus Moll, if you don't suck on it I wanna."

"Rita! What the hell! I never shoulda mentioned it."

"You know, you always were way to conservative," Rita said. "You need to cut loose. Sex is fun. But enough about that. I'm just glad you're showin' off that rockin' body of yours. Let me know where they're gonna use the pictures. I wanna see 'em."

"I have no idea where they're gonna end up. Kinda makes me nervous. But I signed the release, so it is what it is I guess."

"I don't mean to be harsh, but you're a lonely, divorced cleaning woman. What the hell do you care who sees 'em?"

"Yeah, you're right. I should be proud of it I guess. I do look pretty good for my age, if the supermarket crowd is any way to judge."

"Damn right you do sister. Show it off. Make the rest of the world jealous. Make me jealous. Get some of that big back cock and I will be for sure."

———————

One more night of work before the next photo shoot. Molly's walking the empty halls, thinking about her ass hanging out in that little thong. Jamar and Tucker got a pretty good look at it even though she didn't pose with that side, and they still seemed to think she looked good. That gave her a little confidence. She had a feeling Tucker might ask for nudity though, and that was a whole 'nother ball of wax. Would she bare her tits in front of those guys? More than one of the photographers she worked with in her teens had asked for it, but she turned them down. Those were different times back then, less prudish about the whole under-age thing, but not nearly as 'porn friendly' as things are today. Maybe if she had a few drinks before she went she could loosen up more. No, that wouldn't be professional. Tucker was paying her good money to be a real model. It sure would help though, just a drink or two...

———————

"Oh yeah! They got a full bar out there! Lots of girls need it. Guys too," Marsha said as she worked on Molly's makeup in the dressing room. "Whaddya want? Tucker's an ace mixologist. I'll have him make you something."

Marsha finished up the makeup while Molly sipped on an Appletini. It was as good, and as strong, as any she'd had in a bar.

"So Tucker really loves your tits," Marsha said when it came time to dress Molly. "He's hoping you'll be okay in a thin sweater with no bra. Maybe a short little midriff kinda thing. He'd like to go with just that and a thong, but if you're not comfortable with that we can do some nice little shorts over it."

"Oh," Molly said, suddenly snapped out of the Appletini buzz. "Yeah, why not. My sister says I need to go for it."

"Oh you got a sis? That's nice. I always wished I had one."

"Yeah, Rita. Divorced, couple kids. She was always the wild one in the family. I feel like it should be her doing all this."




Tucker's Studio Ch. 02



"Is she hot lookin' like you?" Marsha asked.

"Yeah. I mean, I guess I sorta got the model looks. But she's the lucky one in that regard I think. Attracting male attention just messes up your head if you don't have the personality for it. I never knew how to process it when I was young and it sorta screwed up my life."

"Well you can make up for that now," Marsha said. "A mid-life blossoming. Come outta your shell and be a party girl. Why should they have all the fun, right?"

"I always wished I could," Molly said as she pulled on a skin-tight little sweater. "I don't know. Maybe it's not too late."

"Come here and look in the mirror. It's far from too late. You look wicked hot in that."

Molly gazed in the mirror. She was still in her jeans, with a sexy little wisp of a sweater clinging to her braless tits. Either the Appletini was making her high as a kite or she looked smokin' hot. Smokin' hot was the answer. All the men she'd been with in her life loved her tits, and for the first time in her life she understood why.

"Holy shit!" she said quietly as she looked at herself.

"Nice huh!" Marsha said. "I wish I had a rack like that. Here, pull those jeans off. I got a wicked cute little thong I just bought for you."

"Wow, you did some work down there!" Marsha said when she saw Molly's well manicured crotch. "Nice. I know the guys say they like it both ways, but I just think it looks better trimmed up."

"Me too. I never thought I'd be in a thong the other day," Molly said. "That was embarrassing."

"Hey honey, a woman hot as you, at your age? You got nothin' to be embarrassed about. You good with just the thong today?"

"I'm takin' my sister's advice," Molly said, downing the last of her drink. "Let's go."

"All right! I can't wait to see the look on Jamar's face. I swear to God you're doin' somethin' to him."

Molly walked onto the set behind Marsha, tits jiggling, ass swinging, empty glass in hand. Jamar took notice. 

"Boss, the lady needs a drink," he said.

"Thank you Jamar," Molly said.

Tucker took her glass. She looked at Jamar longer than she should have. Tucker disappeared around the corner and mixed up a pitcher of Appletini's. He walked back into the light of the little set with a tray holding four glasses and the pitcher of the green elixir.

"I love it when work turns into a party," he said as he set it down on a table and filled the glasses. "Molly, you look unbelievable. Those gossipy witches at the pool would totally loose it if they saw how good you look today."

"Ha! You do know how to make an old gal feel good, I'll give you that." Molly laughed. "They are kinda witchy though, aren't they?"

"Let's put it this way. I never gave any of them my card."

Molly's confidence suddenly soared. It was good timing because she was standing there in a thong and her nipples were on full alert. She'd never been so on display before, and the session hadn't even really started.

"Cheers everybody," Tucker said, holding up his glass. "To the world's newest, sexiest MILF."

"Ha! Oh my God! No pressure there!" Molly said, suddenly feeling like she was in over her head.

"Pressure drop Miss Molly," Jamar said. "You know that song, Pressure Drop? Toots and the Maytals? You like some Reggae?"

"Yeah, Reggae's fun," Molly said.

"A little music boss?" Jamar asked Tucker.

"Sure. No need to ask," Tucker said. 

Ten minutes later Molly was sprawled on a white, low-back sofa, on a set made up to look like a mid-century modern living room, with Toots and the Maytals throbbing out of the stereo. If Molly thought Jamar was almost dancing around her with his camera last time she was there, he really was this time. The reggae beat had him moving in an almost impossibly sexy way. At least that's the way Molly's Appletini infused brain made it seem. 

Tucker choreographed Molly's drink into the shots Jamar was taking, and kept her glass full, along with everyone else's. Poor Jamar, with the camera in his hands, was the only one who couldn't drink, but he was high on Molly's tits. Yeah, he was a tit man, just as Molly had suspected. Molly didn't know it quite yet though. It was hard to tell what he was looking at with the camera up to his face.

"Can you lay face down Molly?" Tucker asked. "Look off to the side at the camera, like you're askin' it to look at that sweet ass of yours."

Molly had no problem with that. 'The camera' was Jamar, and she was kind of hoping he'd look at her ass. She knew it was naked except for a string down in the crack somewhere, but on her stomach as she was, she knew gravity was on her side, and she hoped it would look okay. Turns out Jamar's an ass man too. Some guys have a wide range of interests.

"Molly, are you open to working with a male model sometime?" Tucker said. "I'd love to get that dynamic going with you."

"Really?" Molly said. "I don't know. You may think I'm comfortable here, but I think I'd really stiffen up like that."

"Hey, no problem sweetheart. You alone is awesome. Roll over on your back baby. Yeah, that's it."

After a quick swig of his drink, Jamar circled in and snapped off a flurry of shots.

"So, you have male models too?" Molly asked Tucker.

"Sure honey. I can let you pick if you'd like. When we're done here I'll show you some shots."

Marsha whispered in Tuckers ear. Tucker looked at Jamar, and filled everyone's glasses as he contemplated the situation. 

"Jamar, lets take five. Download what you've got."

"It's cool boss. Lots of room left," Jamar said, still working shots of Molly's ass.

"No, five everybody. Take a break," Tucker said.

He followed Jamar to the editing room down the hall, and told him what was on his mind.

"Whaddya think about helping Molly out today. I can see you guys have chemistry together. After all these years watchin' all the hot shit happenin' here, you ever wish you were in front of the camera?"

"You crazy boss?" Jamar said. "Them green drinks gettin' to ya?"

"Hey man, we're friends, but I'm a talent scout. When I see a couple that's gonna steam up the lens I know it. You wanna try somethin' with Molly?"

"Fuck yeah! But I wasn't thinkin' about in front of the camera!"

"Why not? You know I'm fair. The pay doubles, we all have fun. What's not to like? She's a sexy little thing, isn't she?"

"Yeah man. But what the fuck, if we do this we got no camera."

"Hey, I started this business behind the camera. I kinda miss it sometimes."

"Hey boss, if you can swing it, I'm in." Jamar said. "Don't push her though. She's too nice."

"Hey, you know me. If anybody's uncomfortable, it doesn't happen."

"All right," Tucker said as he and Jamar walked out on set. "I could try and deceive you Molly, and spin this in some way, but I'm not like that so I'm just gonna lay it out there. For a while now I've been looking for a way to get Jamar involved in front of the camera. He's way too pretty to keep behind the scenes. Molly, if you're more comfortable alone that's totally cool. Everybody'll understand that. But if you're wondering about teaming up with someone, Jamar here would like to give it a try. Totally up to you though."

"Yeah," Molly said, the Appletini talking before she got a chance to. "I need a refill though," she said holding out her glass. "Whaddya want us to do?"

"Well," Tucker said as he refilled everyone's glasses, "Chippy, he's my male stylist, he's not here today, so just take your shirt off Jamar, lay down with Molly, and we'll go from there."

Jamar wasted no time, climbing onto the couch behind Molly, in a way he knew would look good on camera.

"Now Molly, these couples sessions can go a lot of different ways," Tucker said. "We're open to all of them here, but the call is yours. If you say stop we stop. If you don't say stop we go. Know what I'm sayin'?"

"Yeah. Sexy stuff, right?"

"Yup. We love it here, and everyone has a good time, but it's your ballgame, okay? As far as you wanna go is as far as we'll go with you. We try and make this a comfortable fantasyland, and the fantasies are all yours."

"Okay. So...how do you want us to pose?" 

Tucker held the camera to his eye and clicked off a few shots to get used to things.

"You're both pros. How about if you just roll with what feels good. I'll do my best to capture it."

Molly tipped her head back to look at Jamar. The exotic man of her dreams was right up against her, his tight jeans warm against her naked ass. Their eyes met and their mouths met a moment later. Marsha swooped in and took Molly's glass from her hand. It was game on.

The whole thing had happened in a way that baffled Molly. She found herself kissing a handsome black man on a sofa, her body positively screaming with desire. Was it acceptable? Should she be letting it happen? Damn it felt good! Jamar's hand roamed over her, big and strong, caressing her loose tits through the thin sweater. Fuck!...Damn!...Oh my God, she thought. Jesus fuckin' Christ! I wanna fuck this guy!

Jamar's head was in a similar place. Miss Molly's tits are sweet! Her pussy must be wet. Should I go there? Is it too soon? Fuck it, I can't wait!

Jamar's hand rounded Molly's thigh and his long fingers brushed the soft flesh near her asshole. She whimpered into his mouth as the hot kiss burned on.

Holy shit, Molly thought. How can I be thinking of fucking him here in front of people? It's insane!

Holy shit, Jamar thought, am I gonna fuck a woman in front of the boss and Marsha?

Molly rolled on her back. Jamar pushed up the wispy sweater. Miss Molly's tits went in Jamar's wet mouth.

Fuck! Molly screamed to herself. The real world heard it as a quiet, high pitched whimper.

"Oh Yeah," Jamar mumbled with his mouth full.

As he feasted on the big tits his hand slipped inside the tiny thong. It was a ridiculous defense as far as clothes go, and put up no fight whatsoever. Molly was wet, that was for sure. Sopping. Slippery. Nearly dripping with oozing sexuality. Jamar wanted to taste her, to drink it in, but how? Just do it? Something so bold, in such an odd situation?

"I wanna taste you," he said as he devoured her tits.

"Yes," Molly whispered between hot breaths.

Jamar maneuvered himself off the couch and stripped off his jeans and underwear. Marsha helped him and he was quickly back, the opposite way around, his mouth kissing Molly's thighs.

Molly was back in 'Oh my God!' territory, with Jamar's hard cock nearly in her face without even trying. A big fuckin' thing, that was for sure! Dark as the night, thick as a post, and long as a...oh my God, she didn't know what it was as long as, but oh my God it was long!

She didn't need to think about whether it was going in her mouth. It just did. Hot! Throbbing! Fuckin' huge! And what the fuck was his tongue doing? Jesus Christ! He's right on my clit!

Jamar rolled on top of Molly. A man on top sixty nine. Marsha couldn't quite believe her eyes. She'd seen lots of hot shit at the studio, but Jamar's huge black meat plunging downward into Molly's pink mouth took the cake. It was insane. Molly's eyes rolled as her mouth was stuffed full and her clit was tickled. Fuckin' crazy shit was goin' on, and she was all in. No fuckin way was this gonna end without the works. The big fantasy. A big black cock, the one in her mouth for Christ's sake, fuckin' the shit out of her forty-eight-year-old pussy. Down and fuckin' dirty. Under the lights. How proud would her sister be of that?

Too much thinking was followed by a shattering orgasm. Molly's body went out of control. No sex for a long long time, a huge fantasy coming to life, the whole 'otherworldliness' of modeling at the studio — it all came together and hit her hard. Her mind spun out in a way it never had, and Jamar's tongue launched her off a high dive. Never had an orgasm hit her like that.

Marsha moved in and stripped off the thong and the sweater. Two naked bodies remained. Big younger cock found wet older pussy. Very little of Molly's sanity survived. Up on her hands and knees Jamar fucked her like an athlete, and Molly was lost in the ether. The reggae music set the rhythm and two souls joined in a dance of ecstasy. It was a fucking unlike anything Molly had ever experienced, her pussy stretched and stuffed to the extreme. Her insides were on fire when Jamar — after a long, delicious pounding — let her know he was close.

"Oh God yeah!" Molly grunted through clenched teeth. "I want you to cum in me!...Fill me up!...Please!...Fill me!"

Her eyes were rolling again when Jamar's big piston exploded. She could feel every throbbing spurt as the big tool unloaded its cargo deep inside her. An odd, floaty sort of orgasm rose up in her as Jamar emptied his balls. His crying moan joined with hers, and Marsha, standing on the sidelines, moaned loud enough to join in the chorus. Tucker, circling the action, captured it all with his camera.

——————

"You fucked him?" sister Rita said on the phone the next day. "Oh my God!"

"You kinda told me to."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you'd do it! Molly are you all right? You mean you did it while they took pictures?"

"Right there under the lights. I barely noticed the camera. And yes, I'm all right I think. I mean it was kinda incredible, the whole thing. Would you think I was crazy if I said I loved it?"

"Molly! Oh my God, I can't believe this."

"He wants me to come back for more. I think I want to."

"More what!"

"Rita, they make porn. Haven't you figured that out yet? They specialize in older women, but I think they do all kinds."

"What the fuck Molly! Did they trick you into this, or drug you or something?"

"No, they're really nice people. I had control every step of the way. I didn't even have to show my cleavage if I didn't want to."

"Sounds to me like you lost control Molly."

"Yeah, but I wanted to. Oh my God, Jamar is just..."

"So what happened when it was over?" Rita asked.

"Marsha had a robe ready for me. Tucker wandered off. Jamar said, 'Thanks Miss Molly, that was real nice.'" Molly laughed. "It was surreal, like a hallucination."

"You sure they didn't drug you? They got those things you know."

"No, they didn't drug me," Molly laughed. "What happened to 'You're too conservative, you need to cut loose, sex is fun'. You just told me that the other day, didn't you?"

"Yeah but...porn! Fuck Molly, you totally surprised me with this one. Next thing you'll be tellin' me they wanna make videos of you."

Molly smiled a little, and let the silence work its magic across the phone line.

"Molly no! You can't!"

"Why the fuck not? Like you said, I'm a lonely, divorced cleaning woman. Why the fuck shouldn't I? I think you're just jealous. Want me to tell you about Jamar?"

"No. I mean yes, but..."

"His cock is so black. It's like he dipped it in ink or something."

"How big?"

"Huge. Did you ever do the sixty-nine with a guy on top?"

"Molly! Oh my God! Tell me every detail. Don't leave out a thing..."

———————

Molly pushed her cart down a long, dimly lit office hallway in the middle of the night. One of her co-workers, a Mexican man about her age, was sitting in an empty break room when Rita arrived to do her cleaning. The cart rolled quietly on the carpet, and Juan didn't hear her. He was watching porn on his phone.

"Hi Juan. Takin' a break?" Molly said brightly.

Juan quickly switched off the little video and looked embarrassed.

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," Molly said. "I'm a new fan of that stuff."

"You Molly? You watch?"

"Somethin' like that."

"You prettier than those girls."

"Awe, thank you Juan. You're sweet."

"I better get work," Juan said in his broken English. "Boss man don't like sit."

"Yup," Molly said. "Work work work."

Juan wandered off and Molly sprayed down and wiped the table tops. The familiar scent of the cleaner filled her nose, but her mind wandered and she remembered Jamar's scent. She thought about how strange it was to have sex with a man that way, sort of quick, without the usual buildup, and have it be over in such a decisive way. Sex as a job. How odd and surreal it had all felt. Walking back in to Tucker's place knowing that was going to happen...wow, that was an even stranger thing to contemplate. 

She wiped down the coffee counter and sprayed the vending machines with glass cleaner. A different smell, but the memory of the earthiness of Jamar's cock still overrode her senses.

Before she left the studio Thursday Tucker had taken her into his office to talk with her.

"I'll be honest with you," he'd said. "It's too soon to tell how well you'll adjust to this world, or if you even want to, but you've definitely got the right pieces of the puzzle to make it work. There are women your age who make a nice career out of this kind of work. I'll always pay you fairly if you want to stick with me. I've got a whole stable of men, both older and younger, who'd love to work with you, but like I've said right from the beginning, you get to call the shots. What I'd like to do is get you in front of the video cameras ASAP, probably with Jamar because I think you'll be comfortable with him. We're usually at five-hundred dollars for a two or three hour session. Does that sound like something you'd like to try?"

As she wiped down the vending machines she wondered how Tucker would set things up for tomorrows session. Two or three hours with that big cock? Would she even be able to take it for that long? Would she melt down the way she did the first time? God she hoped so! Sex had never felt like that, ever. Would Jamar still be into her as much, now that it wasn't new? Maybe he'd come to his senses and realize she was just another old gal trying to act young. And what if Juan stumbled onto a video of her getting stuffed full of Jamar's big cock? She literally trembled at the thought. A warm, wicked tremble, with its epicenter right in her crotch. A goddamned little orgasm, right there wiping down the vending machines! Fuck, life certainly had taken a turn, that was for sure.

———————

The little scene Tucker had set up was a logical one. Photographer hires model, photographer photographs model on bed, model sucks photographer's cock, etc. etc.

Those etceteras are what totally blew Molly's mind. The question of whether Jamar would still be interested in her was quickly answered. From the moment he got his hands on her naked body she knew it was real. A genuine connection. Lust seemed to ooze out of every pore on Jamar's beautiful body. She didn't realize it of course, but she was oozing the same beautiful stuff.

The cameras vanished from both of their minds. Tucker liked his porn to be real, so beyond a basic set-up to get things started, he just let things roll, and roll they did. The little bedroom set was a shambles when the two hour session was over.

In the middle of it Molly really did wonder if she'd survive. She was squatting over Jamar and he was slapping into her pussy from below, his cream covered cock a blur as it slithered in and out of her. She looked down to watch and couldn't believe her eyes. It was the most extraordinary sensation, almost as if she was levitating on the slippery friction. A scream rose up out of nowhere, and Molly's lungs rattled the windows in the studio. Jamar somehow kept up the wild ride and Molly melted down, even bigger than the first time they were together. She was astonished, exhausted and more than a little out of it. Tucker called a ten minute break.

"Jesus Molly," he said, "you're gonna put the rest of the girls outta business."

"What the fuck!" she said quietly as she tried to snap her mushy brain into focus.

"Jamar my man," Tucker said, "why didn't you tell me you could fuck like that?"




Tucker's Studio Ch. 02



"I didn't know boss. Molly brings it out. She's too fuckin' hot, isn't she?"

"Well, you tell me if anybody else catches your eye," Tucker said to him. "I'll get you some more scenes."

"More with Miss Molly please. I could fuck her every day!"

"God, you'd kill me! I'm old you know," Molly laughed.

"When you guys are ready lets do a nice sixty-nine," Tucker said. "Molly on top for a while, and then roll so Jamar's on top for a while. That was super hot with Jamar on top the other day. Those photos are wicked. Don't be afraid to gag on that big thing Molly, that's hot these days."

"Really? Okay, it won't be hard to do, I'll tell ya that. I'm suddenly in love with huge cocks."

"I'll keep that in mind when I put you with some other talent."

"Wow, this is suddenly very real," Molly said. "Am I really doing this? Making porn?"

"You are and you're spectacular," Tucker said.

Molly finished her water and the cameras rolled. On top of Jamar, she licked the still gooey cream off his dark black shaft, cream from deep in the center of herself. Jamar's tongue flicked across her clit and the world went away one more time. Two bodies, becoming lost once again.

———————

"Holy shit Molly! That's him?" Rita said on the phone when the selfie Molly had taken of her and Jamar reached Rita's email. "He's gorgeous!"

Molly was in her robe in the picture, Jamar bare chested with a big smile. Molly was smiling too, looking tired and well satisfied.

"Jesus. I can't imagine," Rita said. 

"You won't have to. I mean if you wanna watch the videos when they're ready, you can."

"Molly! Should I? You're my big sister. Should I be seeing that?"

"Hey, I don't know. That's up to you. But how can you resist, now that you know what he looks like," Molly chuckled.

"I know! God! He's so fuckin' hot! So what happened? You gonna tell me about it?"

"Two hours with just a little ten minute break. I have a whole new respect for men as sexual creatures. It kind of amazes me that up 'till now I'd never been with a man who knew what the fuck he was doing. Jamar just totally rewired my brain. You ever have a cock in your mouth with your head sorta hanging off the bed, sorta upside down?"

"No. I've seen it though. You did that?"

"Yeah. We did the guy-on-top sixty-nine again too. I can't wait to see that on video. His ass is so cute, it's gotta look amazing doing that to me. They said gaging's kind of a big deal, so I let him force it down my throat. It made all kinds of noise and brought up all this sticky, flemmy stuff that made him super slippery. I never new sex could be so dirty and wonderful. You ever taste yourself on a guy?"

"Yeah, that I've done. It's kinda sexy, isn't it?"

"Yeah it is!" Molly said. "His cock's as black as can be, and after he fucks me my...stuff, is like white and creamy. I was lickin' it off like it was a sweet treat or somethin'."

"God Molly! Now I gotta get my fuckin' vibrator out."

Molly laughed. She told Rita all about the session. The string of multiple orgasms, the massive shots of cum exploding out of Jamar, the titanic melt down she had squatting over his rapid thrusts as her pussy burned with a warm, smoldering fire. She talked about it all like it was almost normal, just something a forty-eight-year-old woman did on a nice summer afternoon.

"Be honest with me Rita," Molly said. "How crazy is this?"

"It's insane. But I wish I was you."

———————

"Beautiful day. Have you ever done any modeling?" Tucker said with a smile as he climbed the rickety bleachers at the pool. He sat down next to Molly. "I'd like to set up a session with another guy. You okay with that?"

Molly's whole body flushed with heat at the thought of it. Being with Jamar had happened sort of naturally, but this would be very different.

"I guess if I'm jumpin' in I need to jump in, right?"

"I was hoping you'd say that. I brought some head shots of a few guys. They're all (cough) well endowed. Any of them intrigue you?"

"Oh my God!" Molly said quietly as she looked at the shots. "What is he, like eighteen? And this one's older than me. And this one, holy shit he looks like a football player!"

"Yeah, he's like six foot eight or somethin' like that. Big all over, if you know what I mean."

"Fuck!" Molly said quietly.

She thumbed through all the pictures and went through them all again.

"Why don't you just pick one and over the next few weeks we'll work our way though the whole lot," Tucker said.

"Jesus! You can't be serious?" Molly asked. Her eyes were wide as she flipped through the stack one more time, pausing on one of the smiling men.

"You seem to like him," Tucker said. "His name's Mitch. Real nice guy. A pro model. Moonlights in the dirty stuff. I don't know how he gets away with it, but I guess none of his other employers have found the porn yet. He's really good. Want me to set it up?"

"It's as easy as that? I just pick a guy and he shows up and we..."

"Yup. Easy peasy. Like I said, everybody has fun and my studio."

———————

"Hi Molly, I'm Mitch."

Mitch's blue eyes twinkled and his perfect teeth glistened as he extended his hand. Fuckin' A, Molly thought, did this guy just step out of a magazine? Guys like this do porn? No wonder they're not available for marrying.

"You sure know how to pick 'em," Marsha said as she worked on Molly's makeup in the dressing room. "Mitch makes me wet every time he looks at me."

"He reminds me of those super hot guys in school that never paid any attention to me," Molly said.

"I know, right? At least I get to watch him fuck every once in a while," Marsha laughed.

"How come you're not in front of the camera Marsha?"

"I'm married," Marsha said. "My old man would ring my neck."

"He doesn't mind you workin' here?"

"Sometimes I think he does, but he loves how horny I am when I get home. So I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Mitch can pull orgasms out of girls like fuckin' magic. He uses his fingers and his mouth. I've seen girls go almost mental."

"God! What the fuck am I doin' here? I don't think I'm cut out for this stuff."

"Are you kiddin'? After what I saw with you and Jamar last week? You're way better at this than most of the women Tucker brings in. Anybody who can cut loose in front of a camera the way you did gets big respect from me. You'll be fine today. I can't wait to see it to tell you the truth."

"God. I'm so fuckin' nervous. What's the scene gonna be? Do you know?"

"Nothin' fancy. Just a simple bedroom. You guys are takin' off your evening clothes after a night out. I think it's gonna be really hot. I picked out some nice dresses for you to try."

On set half an hour later, all the men's heads swiveled as Molly walked out of the darkness into the light. Jamar was adjusting one of the fixed cameras while Tucker, Mitch and Chip chatted. The sight of her quieted them mid-sentence. It was just a simple black cocktail dress, but Molly wore it as good as any model. High heels, sleek stockings and a sparkling fake diamond necklace and earrings completed the red-carpet-worthy look.

"Molly! You were beautiful when I met you earlier, but wow!" Mitch said.

Molly blushed. Mitch looked almost unbelievably handsome in his black suit, a dreamy man if she'd ever dreamt one. Her suddenly rosy face and chest gave away her excitement, and her nerves.

Tucker was tempted to say that he had a feeling it was going to be a special day, but he didn't want to put any pressure on Molly.

"So, we're gonna keep this low key today. No dialogue," he said. "You two have just come home from a cocktail party. Molly, you'll be by the dressing table. Look back over your shoulder at Mitch to silently ask him to help you with your zipper, and then, well, you guys can take it from there. We ready? Okay, lets roll cameras."

Molly glanced in the mirror at herself, amazed again at how Marsha had transformed her into a real woman. She gathered her perfectly quaffed hair in her hand, swept it away from the nape of her neck and looked back at Mitch. Her body erupted in goosebumps as he stepped toward her and his fingers took hold of the little dress's zipper. Her lungs ejected all the air in them and she nearly fainted as she listened to the sound of the zipper going down, all the way to the crack of her lovely ass.

He pushed the little spaghetti straps off her shoulders, letting gravity take over. The slinky black fabric slipped down Molly's body, gathering at her feet. Mitch's first firm touch of her flesh came at her waist, one hand on either side of her as he stood close behind. A soft kiss on the side of her neck nearly melted her.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned softly.

Another glance in the mirror they were standing in front of made her wonder if she was dreaming. Marsha had dressed her in pure white lingerie — a strapless bra with lace on the edges; matching, high-cut panties; and shear, thigh-high stockings. With the glittering diamond jewelry and the movie star makeup and hair, it was as if another person was looking back at her. But she could feel the hands she was watching caress her waist, and she could feel the masculine lips nibbling on her neck. Very real too, was the sight of Jamar with a hand-held camera, moving slowly and smoothly, capturing the moment.

Mitch pressed his body against Molly's back, circled her waist with one strong arm, and squeezed a lace covered breast with the other. Molly's head turned and they kissed, her lungs emptying again in a quick moaning exhale.

The hand around her waist slipped down to her hip and then to her thigh, circling around the smooth flesh to the heat between her legs. Another moan vibrated out of Molly into Mitch's mouth as the hot kiss continued. His fingers teased at her crotch, tickling the soft flesh as her legs spread slightly.

The lacy panties did little to hold back the intruder. First one finger, then another slipped inside Molly. Mitch's hand, the one massaging her tit, squeezed a little harder and his arm held a little tighter as Molly's legs weakened. There was something happening she hadn't felt before, a strange, warm intensity that Mitch's fingers seemed to be tapping into. They were long fingers, deep inside her, doing something remarkable.

The kiss had broken slightly. Lips were still touching but Molly was breathing heavily out of her mouth, chuffing out great gobs of air as her body took over from her mind. Mitch held her tight as her legs lost the ability to hold her. She whimpered and gasped out unintelligible words as she lost all control, a trembling mass of limp flesh in Mitch's arms. A big one had rocked her hard, right out of the starting gate. Marsha looked on with an amazed smile, knowing that Mitch's magic had struck again.

With lips nearly touching it only took a few moments for Molly to respond with a wet, wildly passionate kiss. When she got her legs back under her she turned and embraced Mitch, feeling the hard lump in his pants against her for the first time. She dropped to her knees, grateful to get off of her shaky legs, and unfastened his pants. Strange as it may seem, she'd never had sex with a man in a suit before, and the whole situation was wildly sexy for her. She pulled down the nicely pressed pants and was shocked at the size of the cock that confronted her.

"God!" she muttered. A genuine look of astonishment on her face was punctuated with huge round eyes. "What the...!"

She looked up at Mitch and down again at her prize. Uncircumcised, fatter than a fuckin' hog, big enough at the tip but flaring to beer can girth in the middle, it was a whole new kind of cock for Molly.

The big orgasm had primed her horniness to off-the-charts levels. Simply taking part of the big cock into her mouth, the way she thought she was going to do, quickly morphed into something more akin to a wild animal getting its first food after days of empty hunting. Molly devoured Mitch's candy stick, losing herself and the rest of the world in the process. Mitch nearly lost himself too.

When Molly had driven him to the edge he pulled away. During the wild blowjob his suit jacket had slipped from his arms, he had untied his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. Molly looked up at him, her face wet with saliva from her lusty feast. Mitch pulled her to her feet, spun her around almost violently, nearly ripped the strapless bra off of her and threw her down on the bed. Molly's eyes burned with dark, fiery lust. The devil was in the room and she loved it.

Mitch threw off his shirt and tie and stood still for a quick moment, waiting to pounce. He grabbed one of Molly's legs and pulled off her high heeled shoe. Her stocking clad toes went in his mouth as he looked into her burning eyes. Her other shoe was tossed on the floor and then her lacy panties were pulled off, none too gently. Molly lay fully exposed, Mitch holding her knees well apart as he took in the sight of her heaving bosom and glistening wet pussy. The pussy drew his mouth in like a magnet.

"Oh good God!" Molly whispered quietly at the ceiling of the old warehouse, somewhere in the darkness twenty feet above her head.

As Mitch's tongue danced across Molly's clit like a feather in God's own hand, she remembered Marsha's words about Mitch's magic ways. The first orgasm, when they were standing up, was one of those 'No, this is not happening. Holy shit it's happening!' moments. This time, flat on her back, totally relaxed and primed for it, it was like pure bliss. Mitch's fingers were deep in her again, working together with his mouth to give Molly a feeling of such unadorned sexual purity that it was almost like an out-of-body experience. Never had she felt such a warm flood of energy. There was no question that surrendering to it was the only choice. So she surrendered. 

Marsha will tell you it was the most beautiful orgasm she's ever seen. Molly's body convulsed, not in a shocking way, more like a modern dancer. Smooth, graceful movements, completely beyond conscious control. Mouth open, breathing deeply but softly, eyes open then closed, open then closed, over and over and over again as her body moved with the purity of ocean waves. It was either a massively long orgasm a series of them. No one knew. No one cared. They just knew they were witnessing great sexual beauty.

Mitch slowed his artistry, letting Molly float down gently, and as she lay half unconscious he kissed his way up her body, nibbling and tasting her luscious tits for the first time. Up her neck he kissed, reaching Molly's dry mouth, still gulping cool air. Their lips met and the dryness flooded with warm wetness as Molly's tongue gathered up the taste of herself.

She felt Mitch's cock rubbing through her wet slit, the fat length of it slipping through as if on a water slide. Then the tip was at her opening, seemingly asking permission to enter. She moaned and spread her legs wider to welcome the handsome stranger. The first few inches were plenty big, slipping in and out a few times to test the waters. Then the stretching began, a gloriously slow forced entry that seemed to let a new light into her. God it was a big cock!

Soon Mitch was fucking her. No pussyfooting. No more slow stuff. Foreplay over. With her arms out at her sides, her white knuckled hands clutching at the bedding, her eyes rolled back and fluttering...she was fucked the way she sometimes dreams it's done.

"Oh God yeah! ...Oh God! ...Oh God! ...Oh God!" she said.

The fat as a hog cock was rubbing things she didn't know could be rubbed, although Mitch's fingers had found those spots earlier. That pure, unadulterated bliss overtook her again. Another beautiful orgasm. It passed and Mitch kept fucking. He pulled her arms in and held her wrists tight to the bed with his strong hands. She wasn't sure how, but his mouth engulfed a tit while he fucked away, never missing a beat. The feeling of that huge cock fucking her through the afterglow of an orgasm was unbelievable. So warm, so heavenly.

"God baby, you feel so good," Mitch said.

"Oh fuck!" Molly sighed, barely able to speak.

She felt the tell-tale heat again as Mitch's epic fucking continued. I couldn't possibly! she thought. Not another one! But yes, there it was, overtaking her slowly with that sublime warmth yet again. She could feel it flowing out to her fingertips and down her legs to her toes. When her body was saturated a loud sigh left her open mouth. This time it was a more violent reaction, her back arching up as a tight scream left her, echoing through the big studio. Mitch drove her to the summit and well beyond before pulling out, cock in hand, muttering unintelligible words as he pumped hot white cream all over Molly's writhing body.

"What'd I tell ya," Marsha whispered as she helped Molly wipe sticky cum of herself.

"That was fuckin' awesome people. As good as it gets," Tucker said. "After a break we'll do doggie and some girl on top."

"I think you're gonna set an orgasm record," Marsha said to Molly as she toweled off the last gob she could find. Molly looked a bit shell shocked by how things had gone so far.

"Jesus!" was all she could say.

———————

"I watched Jamar," Rita said on the phone.

"You didn't watch me?"

"Oh my God Molly."

"Is that a good 'Oh my God', or a bad one?"

"Oh my God," Rita said again.

"It beats cleanin' coffee machines, huh?" Molly said.

"Are you gonna keep doing this?" Rita asked.

"If you could see how satisfied I look today you'd know the answer,"

"Oh shit! Were you there today?" Rita asked.

"I got to play dress-up. It was so fun, and then..."

"What. Did something bad happen?"

"Let's see. Picture George Clooney giving you like ten orgasms. Would you call that bad?"

"It wasn't Jamar?"

"No. Mitch."

"Molly! This is insane! You do realize that, right?"

"Hey, I don't really care at this point. I feel like they've made some kind of huge mistake. Some beautiful young girl is supposed to be there instead of me. I'll probably get a phone call tomorrow telling me it's all over. Until they catch on and tell me that, I'm just gonna enjoy it. I'm not kiddin' Rita, if you could see the look on my face today. I haven't felt this good since I was twenty-five. Better than that even. I don't know how your sex life has gone, but this, this is like...nothing I could have ever imagined. I don't even care that people are probably gonna find out about it. Don't care. This is gonna sound nuts, but that kinda makes it even hotter."

"Your brother? What if Richy sees it Molly? Or Uncle Henry?"

"Uncle Henry's been lookin' at my tits for thirty years," Molly laughed.

"Oh my God," Rita chuckled. "You're right, but...I just can't process this."

"Maybe you won't have to. Like I said, I'll be shocked if they keep me around."

———————

Six month's later Molly was at Rita's house for the family Christmas dinner. Word had leaked out about her 'second job' and the conversation was a bit stilted until the cocktails flowed. Even then it never came up in group conversation because of the children. Molly could tell who knew by the way they acted around her, and she braced herself for some quiet conversations about it all.

"Rita, I'm surprised at you," Molly's Aunt Mary said. She had Molly cornered in the hallway. Her voice was quiet but scolding. "Really, I just can't imagine any of you girls would do such a thing. And you of all people, at your age."

"How'd you find out Aunt Mary?"

"Your Uncle, that's how. The men in this family," she said, shaking her head, looking disappointed.

"So he's seen me?"

"Of course he has. Once the cat's out of the bag..."

"The pussy, you mean?"

"Molly!" Aunt Mary said, unable to hold back a smile. Molly giggled. Aunt Mary giggled too, but looked embarrassed about it.

"See Aunt Mary? It's not so bad. Anything that can be laughed about isn't so bad. Think about all the ugly, horrible things that happen in the world. Giving an old man a boner isn't one of those things, I don't think."




Tucker's Studio Ch. 02



"Molly stop it!" Aunt Mary giggled.

"So did it work? Did it help your love life?" Molly winked.

"Molly you're awful!" Aunt Mary said, unable to control her giggling. "But yes, yes it did," she whispered.

"What are my two favorite women gabbing about?" Uncle Henry said as he put a fresh, heavily spiked eggnog in his wife's hand. At sixty-eight years of age he still had a wonderfully mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, just talking about some of our favorite films from the past year," Molly said. "I've heard you like the art house pictures Uncle Henry. The ones with the really deep subject matter."

"Oh, yes," Uncle Henry said. He cleared his throat and looked flustered. A rosy blush flushed his face.

"I'm glad to see you looking so healthy Uncle Henry," Molly said as she kissed him on the cheek. "Don't you love a man with some color in his cheeks?" she said to Aunt Mary.

"Did you pick your name Molly, or do they give it to you? If you don't mind me asking," Uncle Henry said.

"The studio owner sat down with me and we came up with a bunch of 'em," Molly said. "But Donna Deeper seemed appropriate. I sorta specialize in the...bigger boys."

"I don't think we need to be asking any more questions," Aunt Mary said, pushing her fascinated husband back to the party. "I like a big man too," she whispered to Molly before following him.

Later that night, Christmas Eve, Uncle Henry and Aunt Mary were home, getting a little frisky. She had had two too many eggnogs, and Henry had spiked them hard. He took a chance and talked her into watching Molly's Christmas video. With Frank Sinatra on the stereo and the sound turned down on the TV, they watched 'Donna Deeper' take a nine inch cock from behind, with a Santa Claus hat on her head. Doggie style was something they had never tried, but soon Henry was in almost as deep as Molly's man, and Mary floated away. She couldn't wait to learn more tricks in the New Year. Like Molly had said, giving an old man a boner wasn't such a bad thing. Nope, not a bad thing at all.



Tucker's Studio Ch. 03



I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

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Triple Play

Tucker had a well practiced routine he used to find his amateurs. He was careful about it. You don't want to give a business card to a city politician, for example, no matter how hot she is or how big a cock he's got. No, you want run-of-the-mill people, but they gotta have the right look.

Tucker's city is a pretty gritty place. Down on its luck economically for decades, it's a blue-collar, low rent kind of town. Every once in a while though, a high rent woman grabs his eye. It goes against his better judgment, but he's broken the ice and given out his card to a couple of them. He learned long ago that women are women, and a model scout telling them they're hot usually doesn't make them angry.

So there's this woman he's seen around a few times. Every once in a while she hits a blues bar Tucker likes, out with her friends or something like that. She's actually married to a dentist, probably a trophy wife from the looks of her and knowing what most dentists look like. They live in a waterfront house, in a village outside the city. Nice house, couple kids, boat, little Mercedes convertible in the garage that she looks good in. Tucker knows none of this when he approaches her, of course. She's just a hot looking middle-aged woman.

"You ever do any modeling?" he asked her at the bar one night. 

"No!" she giggled.

One of her friends overheard and joined in.

"Yeah, she's in porn. Ain't ya seen her?" she said mockingly.

"Porn huh?" Tucker said, playing along. "Have I seen you in anything? Or should I say, have I seen anything in you?"

That got a laugh out of the two of them, and their friend joined in as she handed out shots of tequila. As they downed them Tucker pulled his leather business card holder out of the pocket of his jeans, and handed a card to each of the three. It was a first for him. Usually he was careful, quiet, and singular about his picks. He was pretty sure nothing would come of these three though, but what the hell, why not cast a line out and see what he could hook?

"T.S. Productions. Photography, Film, Video," one of the ladies read off the card.

"Tucker Sims, at your service," Tucker said. It was late in the evening, and he'd had quite a few beers himself.

"So what kinda stuff are you filming down there Tuck?"

"Well it just so happens I'm in the porn business too. You can't tell anybody though."

"You're full of shit Tuck," the drunkest of the three said.

"Maybe. Maybe not," Tucker said. "What're your names?"

"Patti," the drunk one said. "That's Karen and that's Chrissy. We're celebrating."

"What's the occasion?"

"Chrissy's divorce just came through."

"Ah, well, congrats Chrissy. What better way to start a new life than to come down to my studio, pick out a man, and let him ravage you in front of some cameras?"

"Is it as easy as that?" Patti said. "Christ! I'm in!" she laughed.

"Better yet, how about all three of you," Tucker said. "I'll put together a nice orgy scene with three of my best men."

"Fuck yeah!" Patti yelled. She was bordering on out-of-control. "You guys ever do an orgy?" she asked her friends.

"He's just messin' with you Patti," Karen said.

"Give me a call ladies, if any of you are interested. I can work you in right away. The money's good too," Tucker said as he drifted off toward the stage.

The three women burst out laughing after he left.

"What the fuck! It takes all kinds I guess," Patti said.

"I don't know. It kinda felt like he was serious," Karen said.

"I know. That was a little weird," Chrissy said. "I'm strangely turned on though."

"I know, right?" Karen said. "Three of his best men? God, I'm glad I've got a good vibrator waitin' for me at home."

"What the fuck's he want with three girls our age?" Patti asked.

"Hey, forty's not so bad," Chrissy said. "Karen's the one who caught his eye and she's forty-four. There's lots of older porn these days. You think the guys he's got are young?"

"You don't seriously think he's for real do you?" Patti said, suddenly sobering up a bit.

"I'm looking it up," Karen said. She googled T.S. Productions on her phone. "Fuck! Here's an article about him on some website. They won some kind of award for mature amateur porn! Fuuuck meee!"

"Lemme see that," Patti said. "Holy shit, that's the guy right there! Tucker Sims!" She handed the phone to Chrissy and she read it too.

"I'm suddenly horny as fuck," Chrissy said. "Are we doing it?"

"Whaddya mean are we doing it?" Karen said. "Some of us are still married you know."

"Some guys like watching their wives screw around," Chrissy said.

"Yeah, and other guys are conservative republican dentists. I got one of those at home, remember?" Karen said. 

"Hey, you don't know if he'd like it or not. I bet you never asked."

"Hey honey, is it okay if I go to an orgy with three hot guys? Yeah, that'd go over big."

"Yeah. Better that you don't tell him," Chrissy said. "You too Patti. Don't tell Donald."

"Don't tell him what? You make it sound like we're doing something."

"Oh come on you guys!" Chrissy said. "I just got my heart ripped out. You'll do this with me, right?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say honey," Karen said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the other girls. 

"Oh my God!" Chrissy said happily. The tequila had apparently rendered her unable to recognize sarcasm. Her friends just shook their heads at her and smiled.

On her way to the ladies room Chrissy found Tucker in the crowd and scheduled the orgy for noon the next day. He was surprised but delighted. If he didn't have all the beer in him he would have followed up with the other girls, but Chrissy was excited and seemed sincere. While he watched the band he texted the studio crew with the details and called in three of his reliable men: Mitch, Dante and Ryan. 

When the band finished playing he wanted to tell the girls everything was set, but they were gone. On the way home Chrissy had told them about their noon appointment and they strung her along, agreeing, laughing, thinking she was kidding. Patti was shocked when Chrissy knocked on her door at nine o'clock the next morning, dressed sexy, wanting to get things moving so they could go pick up Karen.

"Chrissy, what are you doing here?" Patti said, nursing a bad hangover.

"You need some hair of the dog sweetheart. You haven't had anything yet?"

"No. It's early. I don't need you to help me with my hangover."

Chrissy had been in Patti's liquor cabinet plenty of times. Patti and Donald were both lushes, so it was well stocked. She pulled out a bottle of Vodka and made two strong screwdrivers.

"Jesus, that tequila does a number on me," Patti said, holding her head.

"You think Karen's getting ready? I can't believe you guys agreed to do this. I'm so excited I could hardly sleep."

"Agreed to do what? Oh, your imaginary orgy?"

"Whaddya mean imaginary. We're gettin' fucked for real, like the sexy girls do. What are you gonna wear?"

"Have you been on the tequila all night? Married, remember?" Patti said, holding up her hand with the big diamond ring. She took a sip of the screwdriver Chrissy handed her, and then downed half of it.

"Fuck that. Nobody'll know," Chrissy said. "I've been thinking about this all night, wondering if it's crazy or not. You know what? I need this. The lawyer told me no foolin' around with anybody until the divorce was final, so that was almost a year. And before that Dicky and I had sex about, oh, God, what, about three or four times in the last two years of our marriage? If you had any idea how starved I am for sex you wouldn't be giving me that look."

"I'm sorry honey. I guess I lost track of how dry things have been for you. But an orgy at a porn studio? I just can't do that, and you shouldn't either. It's nuts!" Patti said. She finished the double shot screwdriver. "God that tastes good!"

"I guess it's just me and Karen then," Chrissy said. "We can handle three guys."

"I swear to God you must still be fuckin' drunk. Karen's not doing it either sweetheart," Patti said. 

"I'm going over to her house," Chrissy said. "You sure you wanna miss this? How many girls get a chance like this? It's like a sign from God or something."

"Boy, that divorce really messed up your head," Patti said. "Hang on, let me fix my face a little. I'll come with you to Karen's. I have a feeling it's gonna take both of us to talk you out of this."

—

"Oh my God, not the orgy thing again!" Karen said when she ushered her two friends into her house. "I don't think I've ever used that word in my life, and now in the last twenty-four hours I sound like a slut."

"Karen! Are you bailing on me too?" Chrissy said disappointedly. "I thought you guys were my friends. Think of how much fun..."

"You got any Vodka?" Patti asked Karen.

"Yeah. You know where. Kinda early isn't it?"

Patti made her way to the wet bar at the end of the big gourmet kitchen. The other girls followed. Chrissy explained her sexual dry spell to Karen while Patti mixed three screwdrivers, and all the girls commiserated. It turned out none of them were getting laid much.

"Will's just lost interest," Karen said. "Serves me right for marrying a guy twenty years older I guess."

"Yeah but you got the house and kids you always wanted," Patti said, looking around at the waterfront view out the windows of the cavernous place. "Here's to us," she said. They all clicked glasses and drank.

"I'm goin' down there," Chrissy said. "I can handle three guys. A gang bang sounds pretty good right about now."

"No way are we letting you do that!" Karen said. "What did the guy say anyway?"

"He said we should be there at noon. Said he'd bring in a hair and makeup girl, and have three of his nicest guys for us." Chrissy's eyes twinkled and she perked up, looking happy when she told them about it.

"What the hell! I can't believe this," Karen said. "It's like candid camera or something."

"Why's it so hard to believe? We're not ugly you know." Chrissy said.

"I didn't mean that honey. You'll find a guy. I know you will."

"In the meantime I'm going down there," Chrissy said. "I might call one of you to pick me up after, all right? I'm hoping I won't be able to walk."

"Fuck that!" Patti said as she finished her drink. "If you're crazy enough to go down there I'm gonna keep an eye on you. Fuckin' gang bang. You're nuts honey!"

"And you're half in the bag already," Karen said to Patti. "I guess I gotta go babysit both you idiots. We're just going so we can shut this stupidity down you know. We're going down there, we're going to apologize...I'm sure he'll understand. I mean we were all sorta drunk last night. I'm sure this kind of thing's happened to him before."

"Dress nice. There's gonna be good looking guys there," Chrissy said happily.

"Good Lord," Karen said quietly, shaking her head.

———————

The three nervous friends drove through the old warehouse district, looking for Tucker's studio. There was no sign, just a small brass plaque next to the bright yellow door. Chrissy pressed the button on the intercom and Tucker buzzed them in. Karen didn't like the locked door aspect of it, but as soon as she was inside she realized the place was legit. Clean carpeting in the hallway, nice artwork on the walls and a gleaming chrome and glass cabinet with awards and honors from the porn world all added to the upscale feeling. Right here in my hometown, she thought to herself. Who knew? The other girls had similar thoughts. Tucker walked out of his office to greet them.

"Ladies! I'm so happy to see you all! I had visions of sending my staff home because you decided not to come."

"I'm afraid I'm the only one who wants to follow through," Chrissy said. "These two came to keep an eye on me and talk me out of it."

"Oh, well that's a shame. I mean we're thrilled to have you Chrissy, don't get me wrong, but there was something about a 'friends' orgy scene that seemed better and better the more I thought about it. But I can send two of my men home and we can just do a simple scene with you Chrissy, if you'd like. You two are more than welcome to stay and watch, if Chrissy wants you too. I usually don't allow any kind of an audience, but this seems like a special circumstance."

"Could you...I mean there's three men here...maybe I could..." Chrissy said.

"All of them with you? Sure, we'd love that," Tucker said.

"Chrissy, can we talk to you for a minute?" Karen asked nervously.

"You girls talk it over, and then I'll introduce you to the men and the rest of the staff. Before I go, let me throw an idea out there. We've worked with anonymity before. Many times actually. Wigs, glasses, pretty masks. We can blur out faces in post-production, alter voices, that kind of thing. Often those kinds of scenes just get used as bonus content and don't get seen much, but they're still fun to do, and a great way to give more private people a taste of what we do here. Trust me, it's a pretty incredible fantasyland when we get rolling. I make sure everybody's comfortable and happy. So take your time and talk it over. My office is third door on your right whenever you're ready."

After two or three minutes talking amongst themselves Patti was more than a little intrigued, her curiosity no doubt fueled by the morning's vodka and the remnants of the previous night's tequila. Karen was the holdout, still saying the things a good conservative republican dentist's wife should say in a situation like that. Then Mitch walked down the hall.

"Oh, hi!" he said, his big smile and perfect teeth flashing brightly.

The girls were completely speechless and mesmerized by the drop-dead gorgeous man approaching them. He couldn't be one of the porn men...could he?

"I'm Mitch. Wow, Tucker said you guys were attractive. I wasn't expecting the hot suburban thing though. Nice!"

"Hi Mitch, I'm Chrissy," she said, extending her hand.

"Chrissy, my pleasure," he said as he took her hand and kissed her on the cheek. And you are...?" he asked the others.

"Karen." She was surprised a legible word came out.

"I'm Patti."

Mitch kissed them both on the cheek.

"So," he said, "you guys are first-timers, right? There's something about that that makes everything even hotter. I hope Tucker's got good fire extinguishers in this place. Have you met Dante and Ryan yet? I guess not if you guys are new."

Right on cue the two men rounded a corner at the end of the hallway and headed toward the girls. Chrissy smiled. Had Tucker set this up? She was beginning to think so, and so far it seemed to be working. That was only part of the reason for her smile though. Mitch was movie star handsome, and the other two guys were both worthy of a 'Wow!' themselves. Ryan was a cute nineteen-year-old who played on the college soccer team. Long hair. Dreamy blue eyes. Dante, he was also an athlete, playing in a local football league after his pro career crashed and burned due to drug use. He was clean now, in more ways than one. His huge, muscular black body was shaved smooth, from the top of his head to the bottom of his massive balls. The girls didn't know that of course, but even so, Karen let out an audible whimper when she got a good look at him. Big black men had long been a powerful trigger for her.

"Guys, this is Chrissy, Karen and Patti," Mitch said to his friends. 

"Hi, I'm Dante."

"I'm Ryan," the young one said. His pale blue eyes were like sea glass, and Patti got a little lost in them.

"Been lookin' forward to this ever since Tucker called last night," Dante said, his voice deep and resonant. "I usually don't work half scale, but this sounded special."

"Yeah. Orgy scenes are a rare thing around here," Mitch said. "They're so much fun! Ryan, have you done one yet?"

"Just in my dorm," he smiled.

Karen's throat just about closed up from the adrenaline and nerves. She had a son in college out of state, on the lacrosse team. Ryan reminded her so much his friends, the cute ones with the perfect young bodies. The ones who felt more awkward around her than they did with the other moms, because she was a MILF.

So Patti, she'd made a decision without telling anybody. If Chrissy was crazy enough to follow through with this fantasy, and Tucker let her sign something that said her face wouldn't be recognizable, she was in. A crazy, anonymous, one-time group sex experience with these three men? Hell yeah, sign me up!

Karen was the only one holding on to reality. Yes, all three of the men made her pussy wet, but being an upper-middle-class suburban wife and mother held some responsibilities. Lots of 'em in fact, but very high on the list was don't get orgy fucked at a porn studio.

"Oh, I see you guys have met," Tucker said as he stuck his head out of his office. "Why don't you ladies come in here. We'll catch up with the boys a little later."

"I'm so happy to meet you. I'm looking forward to the next few hours," Dante said to Karen before the men walked away. He could sense her reluctance and wanted to draw her in if he could. As much as he was her fantasy, she was his. An expensively dressed white woman with a hot body and a big, flashy diamond wedding ring on her finger. She was just the kind of woman he loved to bury his big black cock in.

"So," Tucker said in his office, "do you have any questions?"

"I need to know more about the masks," Patti said.

Karen was shocked. She shot Patti a 'what the fuck?' look, but it did no good.

"Oh, sure," Tucker said. "Let me think...Oh yeah, I can show you a little footage." 

He searched for something on his computer and turned the monitor around so the girls could watch. It was Mitch in all his glory, fucking a woman who was older than them, probably in her fifties. She had on a small Lone Ranger style eye mask, made of white feathers, and she was having a howlingly good time.

"We've altered her voice slightly too," Tucker said. "She still sounds like a woman — it's not that low voice stuff you hear on the news — but she doesn't sound like herself."

The woman had a wild orgasm on Mitch's big cock, as his women usually do.

"Fuck!" Patti said quietly.

"So that's one way. I prefer it because it lets more of the emotion shine through," Tucker said as he brought up another clip. "This is another way..."

Two men the girls hadn't met were fucking two women about their age. The women's faces were blurred just enough so that you couldn't see them. It looked a bit silly to Patti, but she knew Karen was gonna to be a tough nut to crack and she might prefer it. 

"What do you think," she asked Karen. "Dante'll be disappointed if you say no. And you'll never stop wondering what it would have been like. I just can't see us turning back now."

"A wig, a mask and the blur? Can we do that?" Karen asked Tucker. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I need all that. God, I can't believe we're doing this."

"Excellent!" Tucker said. "I'm so glad! Of course, we can do all those things for you. Each of you individually can choose. I'll write it all in the contract and you can trust me. A lawsuit over this kind of thing would put me out of business, so the footage will be handled exactly how we write it. I'll write up the paper work while you ladies are getting your hair and makeup done."

—

"Ooo! Nice! Are those new Marsha?" Tucker asked. "I don't remember the black ones."

The girls were trying on small 'lone ranger' style eye masks, decorated with black feathers and colored beads. They looked like something a sexy Mardi Gras girl would wear.




Tucker's Studio Ch. 03



"Yeah, I picked 'em up last week," Marsha said. "No wardrobe, right boss? Just the robes?"

"Yeah, we're keepin' it simple today. The guys are in robes too. Everything good girls? You nervous?"

"Yes," all three of then said, almost in unison.

"That'll all go away as soon as we get started. I've had other women tell me the trick is to pretend it's not real. Just let your mind drift into pure fantasy. Like a dream. I'll see you out there in a few minutes. It's one o'clock now, so we'll be outta here around three or four. Have fun you guys." 

—

"Okay, pick a partner," Tucker said when everyone had gathered. The set was just a king sized bed with a fitted gray sheet, and a big upholstered chair with a low back, perfect for bending a woman over. A big oriental rug and dim lights gave a nice atmosphere. "Don't worry about the partner thing, that's just to get us started. You'll all get swapped around plenty of times."

Karen's heart was beating so fast she thought she might keel over and die. The decision making process that led her to where she was had let her down somehow. She wracked her brain trying to understand how it all happened, but as she stood there under the lights looking at Dante in his white robe and Ryan in his, all she could figure was that her fantasies were more powerful than her common sense. 

All the girls felt the weight of the moment. For Chrissy it was the symbolic start of a new life as a single woman, but pulling her two married friends into this dark lair of sexual debauchery might lead to some messed up shit down the road. Or it might be a crazy, wonderful memory they'd all laugh about into their old age. Only time would tell.

Patti, she was feeling groggy, and a bit stunned. The hair of the dog that had gotten her back on her feet that morning as wearing off, and her confidence was fading with it. She suddenly wondered if the men would think she looked like an old hag. Like Chrissy had said at the bar the night before, forty's not so bad, but hell, it is forty, and the oldest of the three guys had to be ten years younger. And what the heck was gonna happen anyway, would they all just take off their robes and start fucking? God almighty, she thought, what have I gotten myself into! Is it too late to run away screaming, like a little girl?

The partner picking happened without much fanfare. Dante put his hand out for Karen. Chrissy and Mitch seemed to have a little extra chemistry, and that left Patti and Ryan. She didn't have kids, but a few of her friends had boys Ryan's age, including Karen's boy of course, who she'd thought about inappropriately more than once. She trembled visibly as the thought of robbing the cradle hit her hard.

"You okay?" Ryan asked. "It's Patti, right?"

God, he barely remembers my name, she thought. When's the last time I was a nameless fuck toy? Freshman year at college? Twenty two years ago? Ryan wasn't even born!

"You may have to guide me a bit," she said with a trembling voice.

"No problem," Ryan said. His twinkling blue eyes gave Patti another jolt.

"All right ladies, you can put your masks on now," Tucker said. "If you happen to lose one in the heat of the action don't worry, we'll edit it or blur things out. You have my guarantee your faces won't be seen. Okay, let's roll cameras. Ladies, if any of you want to stop for any reason just yell my name, okay. Our sessions here are all about comfort and people doing only what they wanna do."

All three of the girls adjusted their black feather masks so they were comfortable. The set was suddenly very quiet and nobody made a quick move. Chrissy kicked things off, planting her lips on Mitch. It was an open mouth kiss with lots of tongue. No need to hold back, she thought.

Dante and Ryan kissed their partners too. Patti and Karen were slower to respond, both of them sorting out the sensations of lips that weren't their husband's. In Karen's case she hadn't kissed another man in twenty-five years. For Patti it had only been ten — a drunken liaison on a moonlit country club golf course, the only other time she'd been unfaithful.

Chrissy shocked her friends by dropping to her knees and opening Mitch's robe. He wasn't hard yet, so she didn't know the full extent of her prize, but his uncircumcised, zeppelin shaped appendage was plenty different from any other she'd had her hands on.

Dante saw the look of shock in Karen's eyes and quietly reassured her with soft words in her ear...

"Slow and easy my baby. No rush."

The deep resonance of his voice made her tremble. Her arms were around him, and when he kissed her again her hands dropped to his ass, feeling the pure muscle of it through the soft terrycloth robe. Dante mimicked her movements and moaned his approval of Karen's firm roundness.

Ryan had taken the lead, as Patti had asked, pushing her robe off her shoulders. She had a pair of tits on her men had long admired. Karen's were still the perkiest of the group, but Patti's were the biggest. Without fully exposing them Ryan moved in, kissing and nuzzling in the cavernous cleavage. He took one of her hands in his and used it to rub his cock through the robe's fabric, letting her feel how he was growing for her. He was one of Tucker's well endowed men. In fact, he and Mitch and Dante were all on the 'big boys' team, and Patti couldn't quite believe what she was feeling. It grew...and grew...and grew! As soon as Ryan let go of her hand she had the long thing out through the gap in his robe, stroking it gently.

"God you're big!" she whispered.

Ryan unfastened her sash and opened her robe so he could play with all of her tits.

"Wow!" he said when he saw her massive dark areolas and huge hard nipples. He suckled on the beautiful things while she stroked the length of his hardness.

Chrissy was going to town on Mitch. Moans and slurps, followed by a gag or two, signaled the others that the train was out of the station, the afternoon bonfire had been lit. She was fascinated by the big cock, fat as a beer can in the middle, with that primal, un-cut tip.

Karen and Dante were still moving slow, but she was warming up. She could feel Dante's big cock, only half hard and already big as a baby's arm. She had to see it. He stood quietly, towering nearly a foot above her while she slowly opened his robe and ran her eyes over him. A body of muscle and sinew under a cloak of smooth ebony skin greeted her gaze. The huge cock hung in front of a massive, low-hanging ball sack, everything hairless and smooth as silk.

It's all mine, she thought to herself, as her deep, base instincts finally overrode her inhibitions. An almost impossibly masculine specimen, right there for me to grab! So she did. Not so much a grab as a slow circling of her slender fingers around the massive black cock. Dante just stood there and watched her as she got the feel of it.

Robes were slowly being discarded. Mitch and Ryan were naked, and Chrissy was too, still on her knees, slurping away. Patti's robe was as good as off, but still hung on her arms for a bit of security. Karen glanced around and knew it was time for her to take the plunge. She let go of Dante, slowly opened her robe and let it slip off her arms to the floor. The look on her face was one of surprise and excitement, mixed with a little fear.

"So beautiful my baby," Dante said. His robe hit the floor too.

He embraced and kissed her again, lifting her off the ground like a feather, turning and lowering her to the bed as their tongues danced through the hot kiss. Dante's wet lips kissed their way inch by inch to those perky tits her friends were envious of.

"Such a beautiful body on my baby," his deep voice mumbled as he nuzzled the milky white orbs. They sported light pink nipples that were close to perfect, and she just about lost it when she watched Dante's luscious brown lips suck them in.

"Oh Jesus!" she said, her voice a trembling whisper

Patti and Ryan had moved to the big upholstered chair. Ryan lowered her into it and gently spread her legs so he could kiss her soft inner thighs. She had a hairy pussy — perhaps she would have trimmed it if she'd known what the day was going to bring. Ryan tickled the soft fur, first with his fingers and then with his mouth. Patti didn't want to be the first to break out in a moan, but there was no holding back when Ryan's young but talented tongue lapped up through her slit. She'd always been a noisy lover.

When Chrissy was satiated with the all-you-can-eat feast of Mitch's cock, he pulled her to her feet and they tumbled onto the bed next to Dante and Karen. Dante was still sucking his new favorite tits, with his big hand on Karen's crotch, his long middle finger missing in action deep inside her.

It turned out Chrissy wasn't satiated with Mitch's cock after all. She pushed him onto his back and mounted him for a sexy sixty-nine. She'd worked hard over the years to stay slim, and she looked magnificent in that position. Back arched and ass wide open, she yelped with glee when Mitch's mouth latched onto her flowery pussy.

Things were suddenly rolling along very nicely. The fear and tentative nervousness was over. All three of the girls, hiding behind their masks, were fully involved. Tucker's fantasyland was working its magic again. He was delighted with the way things were unfolding.

The girls first orgasms were rushing in from all directions. Chrissy won the race, but just barely. Mitch drew one out of her with seeming effortlessness. The steamy sixty-nine was the catalyst. It wasn't a position she'd had much experience with, but it just seemed right when they landed on the big bed, so she went for it. The way her long legs had to spread to lower herself to Mitch's mouth, and the way his arms wrapped around her thighs and caressed her wide-open ass, well, it was just too much for her, and Mitch quickly licked her to the promised land. She wrapped her fingers around the throbbing, fat cock next to her face and her insides convulsed in that most magnificent of ways — the pure, visceral carnality of the moment taking her so high she nearly blacked out. Her year without sex was over, and she celebrated with a beautiful cry of love.

Karen was next to get an introductory orgasm out of the way. Being married to a conservative older man, she'd only had a few in her life, truth be told, and all were self inflicted. Her fantasies were full of orgasms of course, as most peoples are, so when she talked to girlfriends about them she just pretended the imagined ones were real. She was actually afraid of them in a way, the whole 'losing control' thing, but Dante was having none of that. He'd learned from Mitch how to make a woman cum with his fingers, and his huge, strong hand and long fingers were almost as magical as his handsome white friend's were.

His task was made easier by Karen's black man fantasy coming to life, and the nearly unbelievable sensitivity of those perfect pink nipples that Dante's teeth were teasing. He could feel the eruption start to build, and then it happened — she exploded. Quick, body wracking convulsions and guttural yells gripped her for an ungodly long time, slowly draining the fiery energy that had built up in her for years.

"Oh my baby!" Dante mumbled as her convulsions thrust her soft tit flesh hard between his teeth. He kept up the magic finger work inside her, marveling at the power of her orgasm, the beauty of it, the pure sensuality of it. Damn, he thought to himself, what a woman!

Patti was next to go. Hearing her friends cut loose, so out there, so unapologetic in their sexuality even in front of cameras and people watching in the darkness, it just added to the surreal atmosphere of the proceedings. The long-haired boy eating her pussy was just a dream. He had to be. How else could a housewife explain the craziness of that weekday afternoon? The dream was good though, really really good, and the long-haired boy knew what to lick and how to lick it, that was for sure. Her noisy moaning had continued unabated ever since Ryan's first lick, and he loved it. He loved noisy girls. It was like a challenge to him, to keep the song-like moans going and raise them into a crescendo. He had no problem with Patti. There were times that he could barely keep his tongue where he wanted it, due to the big smile on his face as Patti serenaded him. Everybody smiled when they heard her. She didn't realize it, but it was her wonderful vocalizations that had primed Karen and Chrissy's orgasm machine.

Ryan was laughing when Patti finally got there herself. Laughing right into her hot, hairy pussy, his tongue still massaging her clit in a way she couldn't believe. The top-of-the-line vibrator she had at home had nothin' on this young prodigy. She held his head tight, fingers buried in his long, silky hair as the big 'O' flowed from her nearly molten crotch into her lungs and right out of her mouth. Anybody wanna know what an earth-shattering orgasm sounds like? Just listen to Patti.

So, the preliminaries were out of the way. It was time for some fucking. Chrissy had already turned around and was lowering herself on the biggest cock she'd ever tried to mount. Her focus was on the beautiful man beneath her until the girthy monster was mostly in her. She settled down on it, closed her eyes and let the rush of warmth fill her, like her blood had suddenly been heated and thickened. Her hands went up her belly to her tits, and when she opened her eyes she saw Tucker and the crew for the first time. She was suddenly aware of her mask, which she'd almost forgotten about, glad it was still there. She slowed her movements as her eyes glanced around and then she felt Mitch's hands on top of hers, helping her squeeze her own tits. He gave some nice thrusts of his big meat and her hot blood pumped again, filling her with tingles. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. Her hips started gyrating more. Her eyes locked on Tucker's as he stood still in the darkness. Her hips lifted slightly and Mitch started a thrust to match her movements. She'd often fantasized about fucking a huge cock, but the reality of it was better. Tucker's eyes seemed to hold her in a trance. Next to her, inches away, her best friend was under a huge black man, almost buried under the size of him, grunting as he began to enter her. And then there was Patti, crying out again as Ryan slipped his length into her.

Chrissy let Mitch take control. She raised up a bit more and his big piston got up to speed. The hot blood in her threatened to boil, and Tucker's eyes seemed to be egging her on. She'd seen this kind of pornstar stuff on the computer — man on the bottom, hips using the bedsprings to turbocharge his thrusting, slippery cock fucking wet pussy so fast it blurred on camera, balls slapping asshole hard four times every second. And here it was, happening to her in real life, with a real pornstar no less!

She lost track of Tucker when her eyes rolled. Mitch never let up, his red-line revving engine not slowing until Chrissy's voice rose to a crying scream. Even then he only slowed a bit. She caught Tucker's eye again just before her blood boiled. She never felt so dirty in her life, and it was the best feeling ever.

The missionary Dante and Karen started didn't feel right to him. She didn't look comfortable under him and penetration wasn't going well. Too big into too small, and not enough slippery.

"We gotta wet things up baby," he said. "Suck on my cock for me."

All the air shot out of her when she heard the words. Never had anyone said such a thing to her. And could she? It wouldn't really even fit in her mouth, and she didn't do that kind of thing anyway.

Dante had straddled her. He lowered his big ball sack onto her belly and let his nine inch tool slip between her tits.

"God I love those tits baby. Suck the tip," he said.

He lifted her head with his big hand and slowly thrust his length through her cleavage, the fat mushroom tip easing in and out of Karen's mouth. It was a sensation, and a visual, that took her breath away.

"Yeah, that's it baby. Suck on that big thing. You like black cock baby?" he asked as he thrust deeper into her mouth. "Oh fuck yeah baby," his deep voice purred. "I like that."

Over on the chair, Patti was up on her feet, changing positions. Ryan had started fucking her when she was still sitting down, right after he'd made her cum with his tongue. She was still lost in the buzz of the orgasm when he slipped his big cock in. Her abs tightened like steel and her big tits jiggled like jello as Ryan slow-fucked her with long, deep strokes. Her eyes were locked on his, looking through the feathery mask. Her chest was already flushed red and starting to sweat. Nerves, heat, sexual energy — it all oozed out through her pores and covered those big tits with a shiny sheen. Ryan could smell her, the sweet smell of a woman working all her muscles. His hands went to the big tits, massaging the sweat into them. She'd gotten up on her feet with his encouragement and he was turning her and placing her on the chair for something new, molding her into beautifully fuckable form, legs spread wide with a knee on each upholstered arm, her arms crossed under her on the chair's back. No man had never seen her like that from the rear, spread so blatantly. Ryan made a final adjustment to her, pushing her back down into a sexy arch, opening her up even more whore-like. Well satisfied that his fleshy sculpture was as he wanted it, he fucked her deep.

"Ohhhh Goddd!" she groaned when she felt the blissful intrusion.

Ryan was in new territory, a place deep in her gut no man and no vibrator had ever reached, and his effortless, youthful energy took her on a long, sweaty ride. After a while, with her whole body shiny and nearly dripping, it felt positively hallucinogenic. She turned her head and looked at her friends on the bed. Karen was flat on her back, moaning beautifully, being tea-bagged by big black balls. Chrissy was sucking Mitch's sticky cock, and Mitch had his face buried between Karen's legs, helping to 'wet things up'. Patti saw Tucker and the crew in the darkness, but looked away, afraid she'd break the hallucinogenic spell.

Chrissy found herself helping Karen with the tea-bag session. Dante's cock and balls were overwhelming for one, but a perfect feast for two.

"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Dante bellowed when both mouths were full of him.

Mitch was up on his feet, behind the chair, presenting his hugeness to Patti's mouth.

"What the fuuckk!" she sighed as she took hold of the fat thing, guiding it onto her tongue. Ryan's incessant, epic fucking drove her mouth onto it, and she moaned loud enough to rattle the windows as Mitch stuffed her mouth full. He reached forward filling his hands with her swinging tits and she rattled the windows again.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Karen screamed from the bed. "Oh ho! Yesss! Oh ho! Oh ho! Yesss! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh ho hoooo!"

It was a groaning scream, deep and guttural. Dante had spit on his hand, greased up her slit, and plunged in. Nine inches of coal-black magnificence was nearly splitting her in half. She was still on her back, her legs up on his broad shoulders, his muscled body on his knees in the sweet spot, plunging her depths.

"You like that my baby?" he said breathlessly. "You like fuckin' that goes deep?"

"Oh ho yeessss! Yeessss! Yeessss!" she hissed, her body so overwhelmed she couldn't even scream anymore.

Chrissy was on her knees next to Dante. She kissed him as he ravaged her friend, feeling the muscles of his athletic body, slipping her hand across the flexing tightness of his ass to the big balls swinging underneath.

"Suck on 'em. Suck my balls," he said.

Chrissy's eyes flared as she contemplated yet another wonderfully dirty thing to do. So this is what it's like, she thought. Real sex with real men!




Tucker's Studio Ch. 03



She lay on her back and moved her head in under him, right against Karen's ass. She could smell her friend's pussy and the sloppy plunging noises were just inches from her ear. Dante's huge sack was sweeping across her face, and she could smell that too. He slowed a bit so Chrissy could complete her task — sucking one of the squishy, salty testicles into her mouth as Dante ground himself as deep into Karen as he could go. All three of them moaned at the same time, a chorus dominated by Dante's baritone, a growling moan that seemed to vibrate everything in the room.

Ryan finally ended the epic fuck with Patti. She stayed still and let the hallucinogenic buzz swirl in her head. Mitch took her hand and helped her off the chair. Her pussy felt gloriously abused — if she didn't know better she would have though there was still a cock in there, kind of like the feeling of a phantom limb after an amputation. Mitch led her to the bed where she happily collapsed. Ryan had already made a bee-line for Chrissy's pussy, right there in the open, unclaimed at the moment, pink and juicy looking. She was the only one of the girls who thought the orgy was going to happen, so she'd trimmed and shaved, nearly smooth, the way the young girls do. Ryan drank in the soft juiciness with his long tongue. Her head was so deep under Dante she didn't even know who was licking her. It was thrilling to not know. Dirty and slutty and thrilling. She loved it.

Patti pulled Mitch on top of her. She'd burned a lot of energy on the chair, so she wanted to lie there and let him fuck her. Old fashioned. Luxurious. Let the man do the work, and what a man! Feeling wonderfully invisible behind her mask, she was quickly lost in the feeling of another cock inside her, one that seemed to barely fit. She'd marveled at it when it was in her mouth, but in her already well-fucked pussy it was a different thing entirely. It wasn't long before her legs were in the air and her marvelous vocalizations filled the studio. She'd thought it would be a slow, luxurious fuck, but the fire burned high and she came hard, legs stiff in the air, thigh muscles twitching uncontrollably, garbled utterances emanating from her mouth. No rest for the weary. Not with three pornstars at the helm.

Dante had fucked sweet Karen to the edge of oblivion, until she was a quivering mass of well fucked flesh. She'd cum hard twice in a row on his big cock and she looked overcooked, so he reluctantly let her come down to a simmer. Chrissy's head was still right there by the scene of the crime, so she pulled the huge slippery tool out of Karen's gaping hole and slurped the slimy black snake into her waiting mouth. Balls were nice, but yum! A gooey, fragrant cock was so much better! Ryan's mouth on her pussy had her good and wet, and she was ready to take her turn with Dante's monster.

"I gotta have this in me!" she said breathily between slurps. "You gonna fuck me with this thing? Fuck me like a dog?"

Dante grabbed her waist and twirled her into position on her hands and knees, spreading her legs just as he wanted them, pushing her shoulders to the bed.

"Oh baby that's an ass!" he said, running his hand up through her slit, smearing the wetness all the way up her crack.

He pressed his big cock into her and her pussy seemed to draw it in. At the halfway point she was sure she was full, and then more, and then more, and then more! 

"Fuckin' God damn!" she mumbled when she felt Dante bottom out. "Jesus! Oh my God!" she grunted as he started to fuck. "Oh my God!"

She knew about Gods and monsters. Her ex was a fundamentalist Christian who dragged her to the cult-like church. Dante's cock felt like both — a God and a monster. Real. Flesh and blood. Not that mythological bullshit that brainwashed the love of her life and broke up her marriage.

Dante pushed her knees out to the sides and she went down flat on her stomach, ass arched up a bit. Prone, the kids call it. Chrissy didn't know that. She didn't even know such a position was possible, but it was her new favorite. He hooked his legs around hers in a way that locked her in. Deep inside her, his big cock rubbed hard against her 'g' spot, or so she thought, although truth be told her mind wasn't really working all that well at the time. Within moments she couldn't even think at all. All she could do was feel. And what a fuckin' feeling! Arms pinned down by a massively strong man, she was helpless under him, filled beyond belief by his monster cock, her whole body burning with a fire that nearly made her ass glow like a firefly. She'd never even dreamed of sex like this, and she wondered if she was ruined for life. How could she ever be satisfied with much less? 

Another orgasm ripped through her. With her body barely able to move the only escape for all that energy was through her mouth. A crazy, stuttering, laughing cry came out of her that served notice to the others. Best orgasm of the day? Beat that one girlfriends!

Karen had regained a small amount of sanity, but any semblance of the well put together suburbanite her neighbors knew was gone. What Dante's cock had done to her, the smell of her friend's pussies, the wild moans and orgasmic cries, it had all swept her away. Now she was nothin' but horny, and she was about to have her second big fantasy come to life. A beautiful college boy.

She ran her hands over him like he wasn't real. Much too smooth, much too beautiful, much too young. Did the boys in her son's dorm have big cocks like this, she wondered? Ryan had mentioned an orgy in his dorm. Good God, did that kind of thing go on where her son was? What if a woman my age were to walk in on such a thing? What would they do to her? What would they do to me? Her head nearly exploded at the thought.

The crazy, way-out-there thoughts in her head swirled as she tasted the tip of Ryan's cock with her tongue. She was slow and methodical, examining the youthful perfection of it with each kiss and lick.

"How old's your mother?" she asked as she slowly stroked the long thing. It was a strange question, and she immediately wished she hadn't asked it.

"Forty-three," Ryan said.

Karen moaned. She let the long cock slip into her mouth. She's a year younger than me, Karen thought. God almighty this is hot!

"Do any of your friend's mothers make you horny?"

"A couple of them do."

"Do I remind you of them?" Karen said, looking up at Ryan as his cock slid into her warm mouth again. He moaned. Karen's lips turned up in a smile as her tongue swirled on the veiny underside of the hard shaft.

"Have you ever fucked any of them?" Karen asked.

"One of them," he said.

"Really! Oh, you are a special boy!" she said. The way her smile curled made Ryan even harder. "I have a son your age. Do you think his friends have ever thought about fucking me?"

"Yeah. They'd be crazy if they didn't wanna."

"Why Ryan? Why do you think they'd wanna fuck me?" She asked, the sexy little smile not leaving her pretty lips. Her mouth went on his hardness again, and she dragged her teeth lightly on the way off. 

"You're wicked hot," Ryan said. "Girls don't look like you. Girls don't feel like...women."

"What if I'm not experienced?" she said. "No one ever showed me some of the things you boys do. Will you teach me?"

Ryan loved the feel of her nibbling mouth on his cock, so he lay her on her back, letting her head hang off the edge of the bed. She'd never sucked a cock deep, so she was a little worried about Ryan's length, but he was gentle with her. The blood rushing to her head gave her a lightheaded buzz as the velvety softness of Ryan's hard cock went all the way to the back of her throat, just short of gagging her. She moaned and reached for his soft balls and his perfect ass. It was as dreamy a college boy's body as she could ever imagine. Ryan fucked her mouth slowly, massaging her womanly tits, and he lowered his mouth to her belly. His hands followed, sweeping around her waist, out onto her hips and over the tops of her thighs to the softness between. Her legs spread as his young fingers teased their way to his target. He stretched his neck and his kissing lips joined his hands at her furry mound, teasing, tickling and licking as his gentle mouth fuck continued, every thrust deep but just short of a gag. It was a heavenly position, Karen decided, the upside-down visual perspective throwing everything off-kilter, adding to the dreamy buzz. Ryan's fingers had entered her, and his mouth was tickling her clit.

"Oh fuck!" she mumbled with her meat stuffed mouth. "Yeah! Make me cum!"

Ryan had no idea what the mumbles were trying to say, but he knew it was good. He worked her pussy like an old pro, inside and outside, and Karen came fast and hard, with a college boys cock in her mouth. She didn't just cum, she squirted. More than a first, it was something she didn't even know existed. Ryan's fingers were deep in her pussy when he felt the gushing liquid. Her knees spread wide and her mouth opened wider, letting her muffled squeal free. It was an orgasm unlike any she'd felt before, a feeling of release that was mind-boggling. It was so different from all her other experiences she wasn't even sure what was happening. What was all the wetness? What the fuck was going on?

"Oh fuck!" Ryan said, wide-eyed at the ripping orgasm he'd created. "Fuck yeah!"

"Karen!...Holy shit!" Chrissy said. 

When it was over the sheet on the bed was puddled with wetness and Karen was nearly in shock. Did I do what I think I just did, she wondered?

"That is why I think they'd wanna fuck you," Ryan said, answering her question from before. "Fuckin' hot!"

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and helped her lift her head. She was dizzy from the blood rush and dizzy from the first squirting orgasm of her life.

Mitch was just starting to take Chrissy doggie style, and she had a good view of Karen's wild squirt. Chrissy knew of such things from watching porn, but close-up in person it was crazy sexy and wild. And the fact that it was Karen who did it was, well, lets just say Chrissy's mind was blown. And then Mitch pummeled her from behind and her blown mind was shattered into pieces.

Dante commented on Karen's water works too.

"My baby squirts!" he bellowed in his deep voice. "Fuck yeah, the party's gettin' started now!" He pinned Patti's legs to the bed as he swung his big body over her for a man-on-top sixty nine. His black pile-driver tortured her mouth and throat, gagging the shit out of her. She loved every second of it.

Ryan was flat on his back next to the big wet spot and Karen climbed aboard. She wasn't sure what to think about the squirting craziness. Her first thought was embarrassment, but the men seemed to like it, and it felt so extraordinary. Ryan in particular acted like it was something sort of magical, like he'd done something really special. Those thoughts quickly passed as she mounted his long length and felt him way up inside her. She had tried to keep her body low against him when she climbed on him, but he encouraged her to sit up proud, something she didn't do at home. Her body really was beautiful, and Ryan wanted to see it. Her pink nipples were engorged and puffy, her face and chest were flushed red from all the orgasms, and she had a wonderful look of lust on her face, clear as day even with the little feathery mask.

She caught sight of Tucker standing not too far away, but she looked away. For a brief moment she wondered what he and his crew thought of the three suburban housewives, fully embroiled like three wanton sluts. Ryan's long-stroke thrusting brought her back to the moment.

She looked down at him. Such a beautiful, angelic looking boy. Long curly hair, crystal blue eyes, a slightly wicked little smile. All her years melted away and she was a teenager again. She'd never got the cute boy back then, but this time she did.

Ryan though, he wasn't interest in fucking a teenager, at least not that day. He had his cock deep in a woman's pussy, and oh God did it feel that way! He was fucking a sexy mother, and loving it.

"What's your name?" he asked as he thrusted deep.

"Karen," she said breathlessly.

"Mrs. what?" Ryan asked.

"Mrs. Dixon," she sighed. 

The reality of what she'd said hit her, and she gave Tucker a worried look. He quickly shook his head and nodded to reassure her, silently saying don't worry, we'll edit it out.

"Can I fuck you Mrs. Dixon? When your son's friends make you horny? Can I fuck you?"

"Yes Ryan! You can Fuck me!" she yelled breathily as she bounced up and down on his burning hot cock. "You can fuck me!"

Not surprisingly, she had another earth-shattering orgasm. No water-works that time, but it was a doozy and she rode it for all it was worth. Ryan absolutely loved fucking her. He got her to squirt one more time, in doggie position, knees spread wide, using his fingers. He plunged his cock into the sloppy wetness and fucked her hard. When he got to the boiling point he rolled her over, straddled her and unloaded his young fertile seed in her mouth. She'd never drank cum before, and oh God it tasted sweet!

All the girls fucked all the guys at least twice, and there were sixty-nines and cock sucking aplenty. None of the girls sampled any female flesh — there was plenty on their plate without going there — but curiosities for that type of thing were definitely aroused. Even if there wasn't another episode of infidelity with a man in the married women's lives, there might be room for a little fun with the girls now and then, mightn't there be? It was certainly crossing all their minds.

Tucker yelled "Cut!" when everyone was well exhausted. Coming back to reality was an odd thing for the girls, especially Karen and Patti. Chrissy, she had achieved her goal, getting back on the horse as a newly single, divorced woman. And what a horse! For Karen and Patti though, the reality of what they'd let themselves get swept up in was starting to hit them as they pulled on their robes.

"That was absolutely amazing ladies," Tucker said. "I mean off-the-charts good. You guys really let go in such a natural way. It's exactly the kind of thing we love and try to do around here, but it's very often not this good. I'm in love with all three of you, and I think Mitch and Dante and Ryan are too."

The men all agreed, hugging and kissing the girls before they all went to the dressing rooms to clean up.

"There's a shower over there," Marsha said, pointing it out. "It's probably just about big enough for you all. I've got all your clothes laid out here when you're done.

The girls all looked at each other and shrugged. What the hell, they all thought. We're already sluts, why not shower together? 

There was some nice soaping of each other, and the quiet tension Karen and Patti were feeling was eased. Fingers slipped over best friend's flesh, cleaning every square inch, and a little inside flesh too.

"We're in this together you guys," Chrissy said as they rinsed off, ready to pull on their suburban clothes and the realty they symbolized. "Nobody'll ever know. This'll be the best kept secret in the history of the world. We all lived our fantasies. How many people get to say that?"

Before they left Tucker asked them to come back a week later to see the final cut, to make sure they were comfortable with their anonymity before he released the video on his website. Out on the street, as they walked to their car, Ryan ran over, looking a bit shy. He took Karen aside for a moment and gave her his phone number. He called her Karen, but said he'd love to see Mrs. Dixon again, "if your son's friends ever, you know...make you horny or somethin'." The girls laughed about it in the car, but Karen's heart soared.

So that's another day at Tucker's Studio. A place where everyday people, if they're so inclined, lose themselves in their dreams.



Tucker's Studio Ch. 04



I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

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 The Christian Boy

 Tucker's success adding Ryan to his stable of men had him on the lookout for another college boy. It was risky because all boys that age love to have sex, and all of them think they wanna be a porn star. Finding someone intelligent, sensible and quiet about his work — not to mention smokin' hot in the body department — was the trick. He'd approached a slew of young men over the years, asking them about modeling, but nine times out of ten he walked away without giving them a firm offer for a test shoot. Ryan was the gold standard. He never bragged about his part-time porn job to his friends and the ladies loved him, both for his youthful charm and his hot body, not necessarily in that order.

 Tucker struck pay-dirt one day at the city pool, the same place where he'd met Molly a while back, at his nephew's swim team practice. Molly was there the day he talked to the new boy. She lingered a bit after practice to see what Tucker was up to.

 The young man in question — we'll call him a boy since he was only eighteen — was one of the lifeguards that showed up for duty when the swim team turned the pool over to the general public for the final hours of the warm afternoon. Tucker had seen him a few times before, and caught him for a chat ten minutes before the boy's shift started.

 "Some of those kid's got some talent, huh?" Tucker said to him, gesturing to the swim team packing up their things.

 "Yeah they do," the boy said. "They're better than I was at that age. That kid in the backstroke was really fast."

 "So this might sound weird comin' outta the blue," Tucker said, "but I'm in the modeling and photography biz. We do some film work too. You ever do any modeling or acting?"

 "No," the boy chuckled. "What makes you think I did?"

 "You got the look the ladies like," Tucker said. "That's what it's all about these days. I'd love to have you come down and do a try out shoot. I've got a nice studio over in the warehouse district. A full staff, all on the up-'n-up."

 He wasn't lying, as long as you think "on the up-'n-up" means dirty naked fucking. Tucker reached in his pocket, took out a business card and handed it to the young man. Molly, lingering in the shade, smiled when she saw the hand-off. She wondered to herself if she'd have that sweet lifeguard cock — the one so blatantly lumped under the boy's speedo — inside her one day. She could feel her pussy moisten as she thought about it.

 "So what are we talkin' about?" the boy asked Tucker. "Like catalogs and stuff?"

 "No, usually calendars to start out. You in your bathing suit, just like this. Stuff that appeals to the ladies, you know? If it works out, we start at fifty bucks an hour for photos. We go up from there. It's good money, and fun work."

 "Yeah, I don't think I can do that. My mom's a Pastor. The Church of the Lord Savior, out on Bardston Road. I live with her in a little apartment attached to the main chapel. She gets upset that I have to wear this bathing suit in public," the boy chuckled. "I told her it's the uniform for the lifeguards but she wrote a letter to the city. Said she thinks it's obscene. I don't think she'd like it if I got my picture taken in it."

 "What about the girl lifeguards?" Tucker asked.

 "Oh, she hasn't seen them yet," The boy said with a smirk. "They're one piece, but nice. Real thin, but, I guess this is too," he said, looking down at himself.

 "We can put you in a pair of shorts. We're gonna need a bare chest though, at least partially. Maybe just an open shirt? We don't have to get into the details of it here though. If you think you can swing it without makin' your mom too upset, give me a call. I'm assuming you're eighteen, right?"

 "Yeah. Two months ago."

 "That means you get to make up your own mind from now on, right?" Tucker said. "These photos are gonna end up where your mom probably won't see 'em anyway. You could always go the 'what you don't tell her won't hurt her' route, right? Anyway, it's up to you my friend. What's your name anyway?"

 "Billy. Billy Carpenter."

 "Great talkin' to ya Billy, I'm Tucker. I hope to hear from ya."

 So that's how the bait was presented. Setting the hook was a separate challenge. Of course Tucker didn't look at it that way. He was all about good vibes and folks doing what made them feel good. If Billy was genuinely uncomfortable with the situation he'd send him home no problem. Having a bunch of conservative Christians picketing outside his door wasn't something Tucker wanted to wake up to. Ever. But he wasn't a believer, and all their uptight bullshit about recreational sexuality, in the name of what he considered to be mythology, bugged him. Why shouldn't he push back a little? Reality vs. myth. He knew which side he was on, and there was nothing more real than an epic fuck. Billy'd find that out one day, even if his mama had already brainwashed the shit out of him.

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 A week later at the pool Molly was sitting in her favorite spot, way up in the top corner of the bleachers, away from the gossiping mothers. She spotted Tucker when he carried his nephew's bag in for the practice, and waved him up. It wasn't like her. Tucker usually left her alone so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable, on the off chance someone knew his business. But that day she was curious about things.

 "Hi boss," she said brightly.

 "Hi Molly. How's it goin'?"

 "Good, thanks to you. I just moved into my new condo."

 "Nice! I love it when life is good, don't you?"

 "God yes! Who ever thought gettin' screwed could make life so wonderful. So I saw you talkin' to lifeguard boy last week."

 "Oh Yeah. Nice kid. I offered him a photo shoot to see if he'd work out. I wish it had because he's perfect in a lot of ways. Reminds me of Ryan, ya know? But you can't win 'em all."

 "It didn't go well?"

 "No. He got spooked. That's all right though. I mean I don't wanna force anybody. It's no good if people aren't comfortable."

 "Did you have a girl work with him?"

 "Yeah. Markie."

 "Hmm," Molly said. "I can see why he mighta got nervous with her."

 "Really? I thought she'd be good with him. She's sexy."

 "Yeah, but, she can be a little intimidating. Even...well...I'm not gonna mention names, but one of the experienced guys told me she makes him feel weird sometimes."

 "Huh. I guess I didn't realize that," Tucker said. "I don't know if I can get him back for another try, but what do you suggest?"

 "Me," Molly said with a hint of a smile.

 "You Molly? What about blowin' your cover here at the pool? It might get around you know."

 "I don't think it will because he'll be part of our family."

 "My my, we are confident, aren't we?"

 "I talked to him a couple weeks ago, before you did," Molly said with a slightly embarrassed little smile. "It was just a casual chat, but there was somethin' there. A girl knows."

 "Christ Molly, a couple weeks ago he was seventeen!" Tucker laughed.

 "No! He wasn't, was he?" 

 "No, I'm just kidding. It was two months ago."

 "Oh my God!" Molly said with wide eyes. "Is he that young? Thirty fuckin' years younger than me?"

 "Yeah, and his mother's a Pastor at one of those whacked out fundamentalist churches. He lives there with her, right in the goddamned church!"

 "Fuck!" Molly said. "Are you sure you wanna go after him? Sounds fucked up to me."

 "I've got a good feeling about him. He's our kinda people. Smart, not a bragger. I've been doin' this long enough I can smell the good ones. Plus I hate those fuckin' churches."

 "So give me a shot," Molly said.

 "You just wanna suck some lifeguard cock," Tucker said.

 "Well, there's that," Molly smirked. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but when I was doing my modeling thing back when I was his age...actually I was seventeen I think, I met a lifeguard at the beach. It was like love at first sight, you know? My best friend fucked him that night. Remember I told you not feeling comfortable in front of the camera fucked up my head? Well there was stuff like that happening too. Having a hot body and zero confidence sucks when you're a kid."

 "It's funny you say that. I have a feeling Billy's in the same boat. I mean he's got the body of an Adonis, but his mom's got his head all fucked up about stuff. A lot of it's body image and sexuality I think."

 "Let me help him. If anybody understands that shit I do. Plus...I mean...it's lifeguard cock," Molly laughed. "What can I say, you've turned me into a horny slut, and I love it. If you get him back on set and I walk in there in my favorite tit teddy — you know the one — I'll bet a weeks wages I can get him to cum in his speedo. He might not fuck me on the first go around, but you'll see a young man come out of his shell, I guarantee it."

 "Wow! Molly Bianchi! I love this confidence I see in you lately. You know you're my favorite girl?"

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 "All right Billy, that was great," Tucker said. "Now, I hate to pull this on you, 'cause I know it made you uncomfortable last time, but I'd love to try a few shots with another model. The last one didn't work out so good, but everybody's different so lets try it again with somebody else, okay?"

 "Okay," Billy said, but he wasn't enthused.

 "I've encouraged other people at the pool to model for me, and Molly here's done really well with it," Tucker said as Molly walked out. "Have you met her?"

 Billy couldn't answer, due to speechless disorder. It was caused by Molly, and her tit teddy. She called it that because it made her tits look amazing. Of course from a male point of view they looked amazing every minute of the day, but in her eyes that particular teddy brought out the best in them. She was right of course, hence Billy's speechlessness. 

 "Hi Billy," Molly said. "I'm so glad you're gonna be working with us."

 "Oh. Yeah, well..."

 "So, models, we kinda talk frankly. Is that okay?" Molly asked him.

 "Yeah," Billy said quietly, still flustered by the sight of the sexy woman from the pool in her tit teddy.

 "You look really good in that speedo," Molly said.

 "Oh," Billy said, looking down at himself as he grew. "Thanks, but..."

 "No butts. Although the back of you's really cute too," Molly said with a sexy smile and a wink.

 "Oh," Billy said. He almost snorted an exhale, like a horny moose.

 Tucker stood off to the side, in the shadows beyond the photographic lights, and smiled. 

 "So what do you want us to do boss?" Molly asked Tucker.

 "How about a standing pose. You behind Billy, with your arms around him," Tucker said.

 "That sound okay Billy?" Molly said.

 "Yeah," he said nervously.

 Molly moved behind him, pressing tight to his back, wrapping her arms around him. One hand landed just below his chest, the other one lower, just above his speedo. Speedos are low folks, so we're talkin' halfway between bellybutton and cock. Yeah, it was sexy. Sexy as hell. Billy had already swelled a bit from before, but now he was positively bulging, which in a speedo means the fabric has separated from the mothership. Houston, the speedo has lifted.

 Molly couldn't tell of course, but she could sense it. Chip, the men's stylist, was as gay as gay can be and Molly used his eyes as a gauge. If Billy was turned on, Chip would telegraph it. Molly knew Chip pretty well and that was just the way it was.

 So Chip, he fought it, but he just couldn't stop glancing at Billy's crotch, and Molly, she couldn't stop pressing her tits against Billy and massaging his belly. The photographer snapped off shots, moving around the couple. Tucker let it go on just enough, and then...

 "Okay Billy, remember we're tryin' to turn on the ladies here. They're the ones who buy these calendars. Think you can work with that? With Molly?"

 "Yeah," he said quietly.

 "Good. Let's switch positions," Tucker said. "Yeah, that's it, get right up tight against her...put your arms around her the way hers were around you."

 Billy's arms moved tentatively, and he wasn't as tight against Molly as she wanted him to be. She moved back and placed his arms. His half-hard cock was against the top of her ass, and she positioned his arms where his mother wouldn't approve, one right up where the tit teddy cradled the bottom of her big orbs, and one down where hers had been on him — halfway between belly button and crotch, where he could feel the heat of her womanhood. He'd never felt anything like her.

 "You okay honey?" Molly asked. "The camera loves this stuff."

 "Yeah," Billy said quietly.

 "Nice you guys," Tucker said. "That looks good."

 Tucker gave Billy a few moments to settle in, and the photographer time to work the pose.

 "Okay Billy, how about a hand down on Molly's thigh. Leave your left one up where it is. Maybe even slide it up a little if you're comfortable with that. You okay with that Molly?"

 "Sure, that's fine," Molly said.

 Billy was relieved that Molly thought it was all fine. So, yeah, I guess if she's good with it, he thought. But it still took Molly's guidance. She moved his right hand to her thigh, way up high with his fingers two inches from her prize, and she pushed the left one right against the bottom of her tit, holding a little of the weight of it. Billy's cock grew even more against the small of her back. She had a pretty good idea he was a big boy by the way he looked soft in his speedo, but feeling him harden against her left no doubt in her mind.

 "How's this?" Molly asked Tucker.

 "Nice," he said as the photographer worked.

 "Billy, can you hold her tit in your hand?" Tucker asked.

 "I, uh...I dunno. Molly?" he asked shyly.

 "Sure honey," she said. She put her hand on his and moved it up even more, cupping her nicely. She moaned just loud enough for Billy to hear, to make it clear she liked it.

 "Perfect," Tucker said. "That looks great."

 "Molly," Tucker said after the photographer got what he wanted, "let's get you in a bikini. I think having both of you in swimsuits will look a little more natural. Take a break Billy. Grab a bottle of water or somethin' if you want."

 "Oh. Okay," he said sheepishly, not wanting anybody to see the hard-on in his speedo. He held his hands over it as he stepped out of the light.

 Molly came back ten minutes later in a little string bikini. Forty-eight years old, but damn, she would have had a line of boys following her if she wore that thing at the beach.

 "Nice!" Tucker said when he saw her. "Marsha, see if you can find a nice white towel for her. Somethin' to drape around her neck. Okay guys, lets pick up where we left off, with Billy behind you Molly. Let's take advantage of all that skin showing. Billy, put your hands on Molly's sides, where her waist is smallest. Get right up tight to the back of her and kiss the top of her shoulder. Yeah, that's it. Nice Billy. Now kiss a little closer to her neck. Hold that. Molly, you look like you're enjoying that."

 "I am," Molly purred. She felt Billy grow even more. "That feels nice honey."

 Molly's hand dropped to Billy's thigh, subtly encouraging him to stay tight to her.

 "Let's try the towel," Tucker said. "Molly, take your top off and we'll drape this over you instead."

 "Untie me honey?" she asked Billy. She used both her hands to hold her hair up off her neck and glanced back at him with a sexy smile.

 "The...whole thing?" he asked nervously.

 "Yeah. Take it off and hand it to Marsha."

 Billy backed up just enough to do the deed. He was hoping no one would see his huge hard-on, but Marsha got a glimpse of it when she took the bikini top from him. She draped the towel around Molly's neck, adjusting it carefully so it covered her big tits in a sexy way.

 "All right Billy, up nice and close, hands on her sides, kiss her shoulder again. Nice. I like this. Yeah, we're gettin' some heat now."

 "Yeah we are," Molly purred, pulling Billy in tight against her ass with her hand again.

 "Do you mind some lip kissing Billy?" Tucker asked.

 "No...I guess...is that all right?" he asked.

 "It's all right with me if that's what you mean," Molly said, glancing back at him with twinkling eyes.

 "Yeah, just like that Molly. Turn your head back to him. Kiss her Billy, and hold it while we get the shots."

 Molly tilted her head seductively and Billy put his lips on hers, close-mouthed, like he'd kiss his mother. Molly was having none of that. She opened her mouth and moaned as she felt Billy's lips open. Her tongue made a foray through the neutral zone, and Billy joined in, just a little at first, but Molly built the heat as the photographer circled.

 "You're a good kisser," she whispered when they were through.

 So here's the thing about Billy. He's never had a girlfriend. He was home-schooled by his mom, so the 'real world' of girls had been shielded from him. There's a girl from church, Emily, who's in his Bible study class. Billy's mother thinks of her as his girlfriend, and she keeps a wary eye on the lass. But there'd never been a date, or really any time alone. Never so much as a kiss. They'd been at a mutual friends pool one time, chaperoned by parents of course, Billy in his thick, baggy bathing suit, and Emily in a conservative one piece. He got a look at most of her tits when she bent over, but his mother saw it happen and gave him the nastiest look he'd ever seen. 

 Billy had a male friend down the street from where he lived. His mother didn't like the boy, but Billy did, and he got to see some Playboy magazines that belonged to the boy's father. There was porn on the boy's phone too. Billy recoiled at first, thinking it was way too bad and he shouldn't be looking, but he did anyway, and it solved the mystery of what went where, and a few other things he'd heard about but didn't understand. He masturbated a lot, like most boys his age, thinking about the Playboy girls, and Emily's tits.

 So the kiss with Molly was his first, and it was a good one. Sweet and soft, but oh so wet and sexy. His cock was rock hard against the top of Molly's beautiful round ass. She loved the feel of it. 

 "Beautiful. That was great," Tucker said after the kiss. "Billy, I want you to move your hands up under the towel. Cup Molly's tits like your hands are her bra. Don't worry, the towel will cover everything. We'll do a few shots straight like that, and then, Molly, tip your head back for another kiss."

 Billy wasn't moving and Molly could feel him tense up. She knew he wouldn't touch her bare tits on his own, so she moved his hands up, placing his sweaty palms where she wanted them. Billy was astonished by the softness and the warmth, and the sheer size and weight of them. He was looking down over Molly's shoulder. Her lovely cleavage was on full display between the draping ends of the towel, and he could see his fingertips right there in the middle of it all. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he wouldn't have believed it.

 "That's good, keep looking down like that Billy," Tucker said. "Nice. Okay, now let's have another nice long kiss."

 Molly let her head fall back even more sensually, mouth open. Billy was a fast learner and the kiss was nice and steamy. Molly kept it going longer than the first one. In the middle of it her hand disappeared behind her, moving across the slippery fabric of the speedo, onto Billy's hard lump for a slow, gentle squeeze. She didn't linger there, knowing it was too soon for that. Her body tingled a little when she felt his quiet grunt vibrate in her mouth, and the corners of her lips curled up in a smile.




Tucker's Studio Ch. 04



"You feel so good," she whispered into his mouth as their lips parted.

 She knew the look in his eyes when the kiss ended. It was pure lust. She wanted to tear off his bathing suit and ride him hard, but that would have to wait for another day. Groundwork, she kept telling herself. Just lay the groundwork today, not the boy.

 But Molly had promised Tucker she'd get Billy to cum in his speedo, and she was wondering if that would be to much. Would it encourage him, or scare him off? Of course she didn't know he was an untouched virgin, and that her quick squeeze had almost done the job already.

 "Fantastic you guys," Tucker said. "Marsha, roll out that blue shaggy rug, will ya? Whaddya think Billy, not a bad job for fifty bucks an hour, is it?"

 Molly put her hands on his and slid them down, off her sweaty tits, onto her hips.

 "No. It's good," he said, a little flustered by the ridiculously sexy woman he was still pressed up against. Molly stayed close against him, knowing he'd be embarrassed if everyone saw his throbbing erection.

 "How about Billy on his back with me sitting on top of him," Molly said, trying to think of a pose that would hide the big lump in his little speedo, and help his modesty.

 "Good, yeah, let's do that." Tucker said as the rug was being spread out.

 Molly gave Tucker a 'turn around' signal with her finger. Tucker took the hint and huddled for a minute with Marsha and Chip and the photographer.

 "Hurry up," Marsha whispered to Billy. "They won't see you."

 She guided him down onto his back on the thick rug, quickly settling down on his crotch in cowgirl position before Tucker broke up the impromptu meeting.

 It was a sexy pose. From most angles it looked like Billy was naked, with Molly in just her bikini bottom with the little towel. The towel hid hard nipples that had sprung to life when she settled her crotch down on Billy's hard lump, but they were soon to make an appearance. 

 "Yeah, that looks great!" Tucker said enthusiastically. "Hands on her hips Billy. Molly, lean forward and put your hands on his chest."

 "How 'bout this?" Molly asked, leaning even farther, with her hands on Billy's shoulders. "Sexy, huh?" she smiled as she jiggled her tits side to side. The towel wasn't doing much in that position.

 "Super!" Tucker said.

 Jiggling her tits wasn't the only thing she was doing to keep the Billy aroused — her crotch was moving on his hard lump. It was almost too slow of a movement to see, but they both could feel it, and she kept it up non-stop.

 "Nice," Tucker said. "Now lean back Molly. Put your hands on his legs. Marsha, adjust that towel so it's down the inside, so we can see the sides of her tits more."

 The photographer worked the pose for a minute, and Tucker called in Marsha again.

 "Go the other way now, towel to the outside. Just barely catch it on her nipples."

 Billy was watching everything intently of course, and that pose really got him. Molly looked as sexy as he'd ever imagined a woman could look. Then the towel slipped off one side, and there it was, a real tit, right there in front of him for the first time. Molly reached up and uncovered the other one.

 "How's this?" she asked Tucker.

 "Perfect. You guys look great," Tucker said.

 Molly pulled her legs from the squat and put her bare feet on Billy's shoulders. Her ass was just below his crotch so she didn't squash his cock. His big lump was a little more on view that he wanted, but it was right up against the humid heat radiating off Molly's pussy, so he wasn't complaining.

 "Awesome Molly," Tucker said. Yeah, work it."

 She put her big toe near Billy's mouth and he kissed it. Tentatively at first, but then he licked it and took it in his mouth. Molly's sexy smile no doubt encouraged him. The photographer captured it all.

 Molly sat up, put her legs back at her sides, adjusted her pussy real nice on Billy's lump, and tossed the towel to the floor beside them.

 "Wanna do hands on tits again Billy?" Tucker asked. "You don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable."

 "He's not uncomfortable, are you Billy?" Molly said with a soft smile, arching her back to encourage him. "He's a professional model now," she said as his sweaty palms cupped her. "You better watch out though Billy. I might wanna take you home with me."

 She moved her pussy on him more forcefully and Billy's body stiffened. She could feel his cock throbbing and she knew from the look on his face he was going over the edge. She felt every pulse as he filled his speedo with his warm cream.

 Tucker knew he'd cum, and knew about the boy's modesty, so he called a quick end to things.

 "All right, that pose was awesome. I think we've got what we need today. Billy you were great. I hope you had fun and you wanna come back."

 "Oh, you'll come back, right?" Molly said to Billy. "Can we work together again? I'd love to."

 "Stop by my office when you get changed Billy and I'll pay you. Good job people," Tucker said, ushering everyone away so Molly could get Billy up without much embarrassment.

 When it was just the two of them, still on the floor, Molly bent down and gave Billy a soft kiss. 

 "I hope you don't mind me kissing you," Molly said. "I feel like we shared something special today. I didn't mean to make you cum, but you're just so sexy. Sorry if I embarrassed you."

 "No...that's...you didn't...I mean you did," he said, looking at their still intertwined crotches, "but you didn't embarrass me."

 "Good, 'cause I loved it," she said with a lusty smile, moving in for another nibbling kiss. "You'd better get cleaned up and get your money. Don't be surprised if he pays you more. We did some nudity and the pay ramps up for that. You can make really good money if you wanna do more of this kind of thing. I hope you do honey. You make me super horny. Now go. Get cleaned up. I'll see you next time."

 ———————

 "You're gonna be late for work," Billy's mother Laura said when he got home. "Where have you been, down at Danny's?"

 "Oh. Yeah," Billy said. He hated lying to his mom, but his new part-time modeling job was something she would not understand.

 "Did you do your Bible study this morning?" 

 "Yes Mom."

 "I prayed for something good to happen to you today. I hope it did," Laura said.

 "Oh, yeah. It was a good day," Billy said, remembering the feel of Molly's warm tits in his hands. "Really good. How about you?"

 "Oh, just lots of paperwork. Pastor William gave me a hand. It went pretty well. Is your bathing suit clean? I hate you wearing it, but I should at least keep it clean. I was gonna toss it in with the laundry today, but I couldn't find it."

 "Oh, yeah, it's clean enough," Billy said, thinking about it all rolled up in his backpack, saturated with sticky cum. "I usually just rinse it out at the pool-house. It's no big deal."

 "Okay honey. You better get going."

 ———————

 Happy screaming children dominated the scene at the pool, along with a few overweight mothers. The hot days drew out the teens, some of them good looking, but Billy couldn't help thinking that very few of the girls, and none of the older women, were even remotely as sexy as Molly. He wasn't surprised she was a model. Damn she was attractive! She must be in lots of catalogs and things, he thought, and maybe even TV too. He grew up without a TV in the house, so he was only guessing.

 His mind wandered way more than it should have that day in the lifeguard chair. Luckily nothing bad happened that needed his attention, because there were times when there was nothing in his head but Molly. He actually popped a boner sitting there thinking about her, which wasn't a good thing to do while on-duty in his little speedo. 

 It turned out to be the hottest day of the summer so far, and the pool was packed. The pool supervisor called in a second lifeguard to help keep an eye on things. Amongst the frenzied din of children's squeals Billy heard a familiar voice. It was Emily.

 "Hi Billy," she said shyly, looking up at him in all his speedo-ed glory.

 "Hi Em! I've never seen you here before."

 "My neighbor talked me into it. You know Kathy. I told her you worked here and..."

 "It seemed like a good day for a swim," Kathy said, with a sly smile.

 "Wow Em, you look really...nice," Billy said. 

 Emily blushed. She wasn't used to wearing a bikini, and certainly not in public, but Kathy had talked her into wearing one of hers. It was way skimpier than anything Emily would have bought for herself. She looked nervous but excited as she stood there soaking in Billy's approving gaze.

 Billy gazed on Kathy too, amazed at the way she'd blossomed into a woman since he'd last seen her — petite, curvy, confident looking, and sexy as hell. He only gave her a quick once over though, instinctively knowing Emily would want his eyes on her. Kathy's eyes drank in Billy pretty thoroughly, and her eagle eye noticed his cock grow as their bikini clad bodies got to him. He'd never had a hard-on so many times in one day in his life.

 "Pool's awful busy today," Billy said. "You guys'll probably be black and blue before you get outta here."

 "Looks like fun. Is it always like this?" Emily asked.

 "No. Super hot today."

 "Yeah," Emily said. She knew he meant the weather, but Billy looked super hot too. The sight of him sitting there nearly naked had her flustered. She was at a loss for words.

 "Did your mother really write a letter about your bathing suit?" Kathy asked.

 "Yeah," Billy said, kind of embarrassed that Emily had told her.

 "Looks good to me," she said. "You like it Em?"

 "Oh, uh...yeah. It's...good," she stuttered. Kathy giggled at her.

 "Lets get wet," Kathy said to Emily. "These suits look really good when they're wet." She smiled a devious smile at Emily, who was blushing again. "Keep an eye on us Billy?" Kathy said, turning her devious smile on him.

 "Yeah. I get paid to watch you," he said, wondering if it would be too obvious if he used his hands to cover up the bulge in his lap that was bigger than it was supposed to be.

 Kathy giggled again. They left their flip-flops and towels by Billy's lifeguard chair and she led Emily away. Their cute asses jiggled under the microscopically thin fabric, and Billy finally had to cover up, leaning forward so he could lay his arms across his crotch. His boner was out of control.

 Billy tried to keep his eye on all the kids, but there was no way he was letting Emily and Kathy out of his sight. He noticed them giggling right after they got in the water, and they both stayed low with just their heads out. Turns out Kathy's new bikini's, the ones they were both wearing, went semi-transparent when they got wet, and were super clingy. They were designed that way, and Kathy knew it, but she hadn't told Emily. Kathy got a big kick out of it, but Emily was horrified, in a nervous, giggly kind of way. Kathy was a bold little thing, and it wasn't long before she stood up in water shallow enough to show off her tits. Emily stayed low. Post-pubescent boys started to gather around, so Kathy giggled and swam away. She swam over to where Billy's lifeguard chair was, and pulled herself up with her arms folded on the pool's tiled edge, her mid-sized perkies and dark, hard nipples on wonderful display through the miracle fabric.

 "How's business," she said with a delightful, mischievous smile.

 "I'm starting to like my job," Billy said. He knew it was only a matter of moments before he'd have to lean forward and cover himself with his arms again.

 Emily saw her friend's little trick and quickly joined her, although she stayed armpit deep in the water. She did hold herself off of the wall a few times, giving Billy some tantalizing glimpses of her pink nipples through the glass-clear water. Her tits were even nicer than Kathy's, if that was possibly. She felt positively wicked, but kinda liked it, and she blushed again.

 "My supervisor will get mad if he sees you guys talkin' to me," Billy said.

 "Oh okay. What time do you work 'till," Emily asked. 

 "Just another hour. Pool closes at seven," Billy said.

 "We'll wait for you," Kathy said brightly.

 A shot of nervous adrenaline hit Emily. She had asked because she wanted to be gone before Billy got through. Having to hang out with him in their tiny bathing suits would be too much, she had thought. She was a one-baby-step-at-a-time kinda girl, and what she had already done was a huge step already. Kathy though, had a way of getting her to do things.

 They splashed back in the water amongst the frenzy of children and plump adults, glad to be there on the ninety-five degree day. As busy as the pool was, nothing happened that needed Billy's lifeguard skills, so he kept one eye on the general public and one eye on Emily and Kathy. They had fallen in with a group of teens, and Billy noticed the boys were paying particular attention to his bikini clad friends. 

 At five minutes to seven Billy's supervisor announced the pool was closing and a great horde of wet humanity climbed the big steps to dry off and head home in the still blistering heat. Kathy and Emily were the only ones walking toward the far end of the pool, toward Billy's chair where they'd left their towels. Time seemed to stand still as he sat there and watched them approach. Two eighteen-year-old girls in all their raging hormonal glory, their little semitransparent suits clinging to them like white on rice. Glistening skin. Hard nipples. Jiggling tits. Camel toe. It was all there, and it was positively obscene, the best thing Billy'd seen in his life. Well, at least equally the best, he thought, as Molly's bare tits flashed briefly in his mind.

 The girls dried off as Billy sat there and watched. His cock had sprung to life again, and this time it might spell trouble — he couldn't just sit there forever. Emily, who was trying to maintain as much modesty as she could under the circumstances, turned away from Billy as she dried herself, but Kathy was just being a tease, pushing her cute tits this way and that as she dried them, not trying to hide at all.

 "Let me do your back," she said to Emily. She wiped down Emily's shoulders and back with her towel, paying particular attention to Emily's perfect little ass, making the cheeks jiggle as she scrubbed the thin bikini fabric, her own tits wobbling nicely from the effort.

 "Kathy! Jeez!" Emily said.

 It was all too much for Billy. He leapt off the lifeguard chair and splashed into the water, the only thing he could do considering the raging hard-on threatening to split right through his speedo.

 "Hey, that's not fair!" Kathy said. She'd worked hard to make the big lump grow, and it was all for naught. Emily was relieved though. The whole situation was too much for her Bible-school trained mind to get a grip on. She wrapped her towel around herself and felt a little relief from her exposure.

 "Em! My Grandmother does that!" Kathy said when she saw her. "You're not gonna walk outta here like an old lady, are you?"

 Emily ignored her, and they walked along the poolside following Billy as he slowly swam his way to the steps. He emerged from the crystal water looking like a Greek God. Over the last two years he'd gone from boy to man in a spectacular way, with strong, hairy legs; some hair on his muscular chest and a little below his bellybutton leading into his bathing suit; a tight, well-rounded ass; and the thing that the girls couldn't seem to stop glancing at, a much bigger than average sized cock, courtesy of his estranged father's good genes. His mother's protests to the city about the speedo were well-founded. With his, uh, endowment, it really was nearly obscene.

 The water had done it's job though, and at least his boner was under control. He had a feeling it wouldn't last. Emily was covered up, but Kathy's tits jiggled as they walked, and that ass of hers! Sure enough, he was growing again by the time they got to the pool house.

 "I gotta punch out. I'll be right back," he said. Inside the cool of the cement block building he pulled on his shorts but didn't bother with his shirt. After a quick scrub of his wet hair with a towel he was back out into the warm early-evening sunlight.

 The girls were waiting for him. Emily had even taken off her towel. She tried to convince herself that her suit had dried enough to be a little less see-through, but really she did it because she didn't want to be left behind in what seemed like a quickly escalating contest for Billy's attention.

 The three of them walked slowly toward the parking lot. Kathy wanted Billy to ride home with them in her car, but he told them he couldn't, making up an excuse so he could ride the bus home as usual. He felt like he was rapidly getting in over his head, and he could sense that sweet Emily was feeling that way to. They lingered for a while at a picnic table in the shade before breaking up.

 "We're both gonna kiss you. Is that all right?" Kathy asked with twinkling eyes.

 "Kathy!" Emily said, amazed at how bold her friend was.

 "What? Lots of people share," Kathy said matter-of-factly. "So can we?" she asked Billy.

 "Yeah, I guess so," Billy said, not quite believing his luck.

 He glanced at Emily. Neither he nor she made a move.

 "God, you two are too much. Get on with it all ready!" Kathy said. She stood in front of Billy, pulling him down to her level with her hand on the back of his neck. Her lips were soft and she opened her mouth, just as Molly had done earlier in the day. Billy's brand new tongue skills went to work, matching Kathy's enthusiasm like an old pro. He was proud of himself. She pressed her nearly naked body against him as the kiss intensified. Billy's hands were on her tiny waist, and he finally had to push her away when cognizant thought got through his spinning brain and he remembered Emily was watching.

 "Jeez!" Kathy said a little breathlessly, surprised that the quiet church-boy knew what he was doing.

 Emily couldn't believe what she had just seen and was suddenly very nervous. She'd long dreamt of Billy kissing that way, but was completely surprised to see the skill she'd dreamed of was real. And now she had to somehow match it! The first kiss of her life and she felt pressured to do it in a way she didn't even understand!

 With her heart pounding, she stepped up. Billy took the lead this time, holding the back of her head as Kathy'd done to him. Emily knew her mouth needed to be open because of what she'd just seen, and her lips seemed to melt together with Billy's. It was a warm, wonderful feeling, and everything in the world that she'd been thinking left her head. Billy's tongue surprised her and thrilled her. His strong hands pulled her tight and she felt his lump against her. She and Billy were both lost in the magic.

 "Okay already!" Kathy said after the long, sensual kiss threatened to never end. "Get a room you guys."

 The kiss ended softly, as it had started. Billy wanted to linger there, holding Emily in his arms, but he didn't. 

 "Bye Billy," Kathy said as she ushered her friend away quickly, into the parking lot. None of them knew quite what to say, so she just broke things up hastily. Billy sat on the picnic table and watched their bikini clad asses wiggle away. What a day, he thought to himself. Mom prayed for something good to happen to me and I got Molly, Kathy and Emily. Thank you God!

 ———————

 Billy took the bus downtown to Tucker's studio. He gazed out the window at the passing scenery and thought about girls. Three days had passed since the best day of his life. Emily had ridden her bike to the church to see him the day after their kiss at the pool, but his mom was there so they just walked around the garden for a little while. Laura could sense her son was changing. She still thought he was too young for it all, but she was starting to resign herself to the fact that he was eighteen, a young man, and it was inevitable. She took comfort in knowing Emily was a nice respectable girl.




Tucker's Studio Ch. 04



Kathy, too, popped into his thoughts on the bus ride, and, of course, Molly. Tucker had told him Molly would be at the studio that day to work with him again, and Billy was glad about that. The first woman he'd worked with, Markie, had sort of scared him in an odd way, but Molly, she was just dreamy, like one of those Playboy girls come to life. How old was she, he wondered? Thirty or thirty-five maybe, he thought, grossly underestimating her forty-eight years. Billy walked the two blocks from the bus stop with a spring in his step, anxious to see her again. Inside the studio, Tucker brought Billy into his office.

 "Your first session was really fantastic Billy," Tucker said. "Molly really loved workin' with you. Were you comfortable with it all? With the nudity?"

 "Yeah," Billy said, unable to hold back a little smile as he thought of Molly's bare tits. "She's great."

 "Good. Yeah, it's fun, isn't it?" Tucker said. "I mean where else do you get to play like this and get paid for it. So today, I'd like to get you guys naked. We're gonna do some artistic stuff — dim light, black-and-white photography. Like art gallery stuff. You've seen that kind of thing, right? Molly, she's really lookin' forward to it. Called me yesterday to make sure you were coming. I'm gonna give you guys both a hundred-fifty an hour for this, all right?"

 Billy was stunned. His thoughts spun in ten different directions. Naked? Me? No, Mom would go crazy if she knew! Molly really likes me? She probably needs the money, this is her job. A hundred-fifty and hour? I could buy an iPhone in just a couple hours! Molly called to make sure I was coming? I get to see her tits again, and more! What if I get hard? I know I'll get hard!

 "I don't know," Billy said. "I was kind of embarrassed last time, and I was sorta covered up."

 "Gettin hard you mean? Oh fuck Billy, we're all used to that here. That's all part of it man. That's what men look like. Women love that shit."

 "Really?" Billy said, thrilled that someone was talking so bluntly to him about 'real life'. "Won't Molly be embarrassed?"

 "Fuck no. Was she last time? She thinks your hot man. It makes her feel good to know she can do that to a young man. She loves that shit. All the girls here do."

 Billy just sat there, not sure of what he should say or do.

 "Tell you what, let me get Molly and you guys can talk alone about it, all right?" Tucker said. 

 He got up from his desk and walked down the hall. A few minutes later Molly walked into the office wearing a white robe. She closed the door and joined Billy on the couch.

 "Hi honey!" she said a radiant smile. She gave Billy a peck on the lips as she sat down. "I'm so glad we're workin' together again. I had so much fun last time."

 "Me too," Billy said.

 "Tucker told me you're a little nervous about the nudity. Everybody is the first time honey. But once you do it once or twice you'll love it. It's really just so relaxing once you get used to it. You'll feel so free and natural. It's the way God made us after all, right?"

 "Yeah, I guess," Billy said, captivated by Molly's beautiful eyes.

 "So you're worried about your cock gettin' hard in front of the crew?" Molly asked, sensing that might be the core of the problem. "They've all seen it a thousand times before. And you should be proud of yours. I could tell last time it's really beautiful. You've got a better body than most of the models here."

 "Really?" Billy said, sounding surprised.

 "Oh yeah honey! Show it off! Be proud of it! I wanna see it, I know that!" Molly said, her sexy smile working hard on Billy. "Will you try it with me? I know you'll like it once you get used to it."

 "Yeah, I guess so," Billy said. There was no way he was saying no to Molly.

 "Are you worried you'll, you know, cum again, with the crew around?"

 Billy blushed and nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.

 "Oh, honey, it's okay you know. That's a beautiful part of life too," Molly said. "I can help with that, if you want. If we take the pressure off right now you won't pop so fast when we're out there."

 Billy wasn't sure he knew what she was talking about. A lot of what she was saying was like a foreign language to him, but he was getting the gist of it.

 "Do you want me to...help with that?" Molly said, her eyes looking about as seductive as any Billy had ever seen.

 I..dunno," Billy stammered.

 "I'd really like to," Molly said. "Let me honey. Stand up for me."

 Billy stood and Molly pulled him close in front of her, between her spread knees as she sat on the couch. She lifted his t-shirt a little and unfastened his shorts. Billy's heart was pounding. His shorts dropped to his ankles and Molly pulled down his tight boxer briefs. The big cock she'd been dreaming about jumped up.

 "Oh honey," she said with a genuine sense of reverence as she took it in her hand. "So beautiful."

 It was quickly in her mouth and Billy was instantly in heaven. He'd read a lot about heaven, and there it was, suddenly engulfing his very being, like God's golden breath. Molly stroked the big cock slowly as she lost herself sucking on it. Billy didn't know what to look at — the sight of his cock disappearing into Molly's mouth, or her beautiful tits, barely contained in her loose, fluffy robe. When her hand went to Billy's balls it was all more than he could take. She held him tight as he unloaded in her mouth, a gushing serving of the sweetest cum she'd ever tasted. Molly swallowed it and sighed.

 "So nice," she said, still admiring the hard young cock, stroking it slowly. "Put this thing away," she said as it softened a bit. "I'll be touching you a lot more out there, just so you know," Molly said. "I can't wait honey. This is gonna be so fun!"

 Molly stood as Billy pulled up his shorts. She puckered up and gave him a playful little kiss, and then she left. His face was flushed red and he was still trying to process things when Tucker came back in.

 "Whaddya think Billy? We gonna have a nice session today?"

 "Yeah, I guess I'm ready."

 "Good. Go back and see Chip. You remember where he is, don't you? There's no wardrobe today, so he'll just fix your hair a little and get you in a robe. I'll see you on the set shortly."

 —

 Back in the dressing room Chip kept up the vibe of having fun with what was about to happen. Billy's head was spinning. He knew it was all pretty wild, but it was a job, and Molly was Molly, and he'd be damned if it wasn't fun! 

 Chip had moussed Billy's hair a little, and Molly's hair and makeup was done. She looked stunning and radiant when they met on the set. Billy's nerves were keeping his hard-on at bay, so when Tucker asked them to disrobe it was nerve-wracking but not too embarrassing. He glanced at Molly's tits and shaved pussy but quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught ogling. His cock plumped a bit, but thankfully stayed semi under control.

 The set was a queen sized bed, with dark satin sheets and a small, fuzzy fleece blanket. Molly climbed on and Billy followed. He was relieved when she pulled the little blanket over them because his formerly under control cock wasn't any more. Damn thing had a mind of its own. He rolled on his side so it wouldn't tent the blanket. Molly had a feeling she knew what was happening, so she rolled too, and spooned herself back against it. In a matter of moments it was raging hard, in tight between Molly's ass cheeks, the length of it extending between her thighs. Billy felt the warm moisture of her pussy when she moved on it. He was stunned.

 "That's nice just like that," Tucker said. "Molly push the blanket down a little so we can see your tits. Billy, put your arm around her. Let your hand fall wherever its comfortable. Lay your heads down, relaxed like. Yeah, that's good."

 Billy's hand fell just above Molly's tits with his wrist in her deep, warm cleavage. She was moving her ass ever so slowly on the big cock. It was an instinctual movement that she couldn't have controlled even if she'd wanted to. Billy's body had never felt so alive before, but it was so relaxed and comfortable. He could have stayed just like that forever.

 Molly had other ideas. After the photographer got his shots she moved Billy's hand onto her soft tit, and she tilted her head to him.

 "Kiss me," she said softly.

 "Yeah, work it you guys," Tucker said. "We'll roll with wherever you guys go."

 Billy would've done what she'd requested even without Tucker's approval. Molly was irresistible to him, a temptress of the highest order. She was Eve, standing naked in the garden, right there in the gritty warehouse district of his own city.

 The kiss was wet and juicy. It was sort of a cocked head, sideways affair, with tongues flashing in the open. Tucker loved it.

 "Smokin' hot kiss you guys. Damn, you're gonna be my go-to couple, I can see that."

 Molly moaned when she though about all the future possibilities with the delicious eighteen-year-old.

 "Can you roll on your back Molly?" Tucker asked.

 She hated to break pussy contact with the hot shaft, but she rolled, putting her glorious tits on full display. She pulled Billy's head down to her hard nipple, her chest heaving as his lips wrapped around their target.

 Billy had no idea if he was doing anything right, but Molly's moans and sighs and heavy breathing gave him a pretty good idea.

 "Nice Billy," Tucker said. "Work 'em both."

 The instructions were music to his ears and soon he was a nibbling, sucking fool. Talk about losing yourself in your work!

 The crew worked slowly. Tucker didn't want to rush anything or be too invasive. Billy needed to feel safe and comfortable if Tucker was going to get him to come back, so the proceedings were very easy-going and supportive.

 "Awesome you guys. Love it," Tucker said. "Marsha, can you adjust that blanket so its just barely covering the middle of them? Sort of drape it sexy."

 Billy came up for air while Marsha adjusted things. She got a glimpse of his hard cock, even touched it a little through the blanket as she placed it, and gave Billy an approving smile. Billy had thought he'd be embarrassed by such a thing, but instead it gave him confidence.

 "Okay Billy, work those tits a little more. Pinch those nipples. You like that, don't you Molly?"

 Oh yeah!" she cooed.

 Billy had never heard of the pinching thing, and didn't want to hurt her. He gave one a gentle squeeze.

 "Harder baby," she sighed. "Oh yeah! Suck on the other one. Use your teeth."

 Billy was back in heaven again, and he was starting to understand the place. He'd have to read up on it in the Bible to see if he could get any clues to this new world with girls.

 He noticed Molly's hand disappear under the blanket as he nibbled and pinched her nipples. It was in her crotch, but he didn't know what she was doing. Her ragged breathing jumped up a few notches very quickly. A few moments later her hand came out and she pulled Billy's hand down to replace it. She kept her hand on top of his to guide him, pressing his fingers into her squishy slit, moving them just a little to and fro. 

 "Oh fuck," she said breathlessly as her back arched up against Billy's mouth. Molly was fully involved. Billy was at the wheel, driving with a brand new learner's permit, but handling the racy vehicle well. "Oh that's good baby!" Molly sighed.

 The proceedings were escalating briskly but organically, and Billy didn't have too much time to think about things. Molly's hand left his alone on her wet pussy and reached for his cock. The 'barely there' blanket covering that Marsha had so artfully placed across their hips no longer covered much, and Molly's cock stroking brought things into view even more.

 "Really nice guys, keep it up," Tucker said quietly to reassure Billy.

 God yes, keep it up, Billy thought to himself. I don't even care that everybody can see. Please don't end things now!

 Billy had no clue how to pleasure a woman, but the angle of his hand was right across Molly's clit. His movements were slow and the pressure was just right. Her nipples were sensitive, and Billy's big cock was thrusting through her fingers. All systems were go, and she launched.

 "F-u-u-uck!" she stuttered, barely able to get the sexy sounding word out. Her body tensed and her abdominal muscles rolled like ocean swells. It was a quiet but powerful orgasm.

 Billy almost came when Molly did, but luckily she squeezed his cock tight in her hand when her body tensed, probably not even realizing she was doing it, and it shut down his impending eruption.

 Molly pushed Billy on his back and rolled herself on top of him. Her orgasmic buzz still had her drunk, and she kissed Billy with a flood of passion. His cock was on his belly and she rubbed her sopping wet pussy on it hard. Marsha knew it was too much to soon so she moved in and covered Molly's ass with the blanket. The kiss was so intense they were barely aware of Marsha's movements.

 "Put it in be baby," Molly whispered breathlessly in Billy's ear. "They won't know."

 Billy knew he shouldn't, but the heat of the moment was way too much to deny. Molly felt the tip of his cock move through her wet opening and she moved back on it, forcing two inches in. Billy gasped.

 "Yeah that's it." Tucker said. "Act it up real good, like it's the real thing." He knew full well there was some dirty fuckin' goin' on.

 "Oh fuck you're big!" Molly whispered breathlessly in Billy's ear as he went deeper in her glorious pussy. "I fuckin' love it!"

 Billy loved it too. It was a feeling he wasn't prepared for, but then, no amount of knowledge can prepare a boy for that feeling, the first time his hard cock is massaged by a velvety vagina. It's an otherworldly journey, and Billy was deep into the trip.

 Molly rocked back on him and started a proper fucking. Billy's hips got into the action — instinct is a wonderful thing — and their eyes stayed locked on each others. It was only a few moments before Billy's young senses were overwhelmed, and he pumped his second load of seed of the day into Molly, this time deep in her gut. Molly loved it. Her post orgasmic buzz was still smoldering, and Billy's big cock felt spectacular gushing inside her. Oh God what a feeling!

 "That's great you guys, I think we've got enough for today," Tucker said. "Billy you're doing great. Really nice work my man. All right everybody, lets leave these kids alone to get dressed. Stop by my office on your way out Billy." Tucker looked at his watch. "Let's call it two-hundred dollars for today, and we'll schedule the next session."

 The studio went quiet when the crew left. Molly kissed Billy, soft and sensual. 

 "Wow!" she said, rolling on her back. "That was so awesome. You're fuckin' amazing. That cock of yours! It feels so good! You're girlfriend's a lucky girl."

 "I don't really have one."

 "Oh, how come honey?"

 "Hasn't happened yet. I kissed her a few days ago though, at the pool."

 "What do you mean?" Molly asked, propping herself up on her elbow, looking surprised. "Your first kiss?"

 "No, that was you," Billy smirked.

 "No fuckin' way! I was your first kiss? And now...I'm your first fuck?"

 "Yup," Billy said sheepishly. "Sorry. I should have told you."

 "You're sorry? You gave me the best gift in the world and you're sorry? Oh my God Billy," Molly said, pulling him close and hugging him tight. "I can't believe I'm your first. Was it anything like you dreamed?"

 "Way better," Billy said. 

 "You're such a sweetheart! God I wish I was younger. You'd be mine so fast."

 "You think Tucker will let us...work...together again?" Billy asked.

 "I'm sure of it. I want you to fuck me out in the open next time. Will you do that for me Billy? We can do it all kinds of different ways."

 "Here? With everybody watching?"

 "Yeah. It's super fun. Makes it wicked hot. We sorta already did it, right? Ooo, I see you kinda like the idea," she smiled, reaching for his newly hardening cock. "God, you're my kinda animal."

 Molly got on her hands and knees and took Billy's cock in her mouth as he lay on his back. She worked him to a frenzy and he shot a sputtering load in her mouth again while he fondled her big, hanging tits.

 "Oh my god your cum is so sweet! Like candy! We'll save the fucking for next time. Okay?" she asked with a pleading twinkle in her eye.

 There was no way Billy was saying no.

 ———————

 When Billy got home Pastor William's car was in the parking lot, parked next to his mom's. There was no sign of her in the apartment, so he walked through the connecting door into the church. Billy enjoyed Pastor William's company, so he wanted to say hello.

 Both his mom's and Pastor William's offices were empty. The lights were on and paperwork was spread out on the work table, so he was on the right track. He walked down the hallway to the kitchen, thinking they might be taking a break. Nobody there. Standing there in the quite darkness of the place, ready to turn around, Billy heard something. He walked down to the far end of the kitchen, to the storage room in the back. The door was closed, but there was a light showing under it and when he got near it the sounds were clear. He'd heard the same noises watching porn on his friend Danny's phone — bodies slapping together, deep breathy moans, some quiet dirty talk. His mother was being fucked, and she was loving it! It had to be Pastor William. His car was there and he and Laura had been catching up on paperwork the last few afternoons. The only problem was William was married. His wife led the worship music group at the church. Billy had taken guitar lessons from her in the past. He liked her, and William too. A handsome guy about his mom's age, with one of those outgoing, friendly personalities.

 Billy beat a hasty retreat from the church kitchen and went back to the apartment to get ready for work at the pool. He wondered how long his mom had been fucking Pastor William, and worried about how it all might end up if things got ugly. It wasn't at all like his mom to be doing something like that. At least Billy didn't think so. It was all terribly confusing to him.

 He'd taken a quick shower at the studio, so all he had to do was throw some snacks and water bottles into his backpack for work. His mind wandered to all the sex that was happening. What did Molly mean when she said, 'We can do it all kinds of different ways'? Will I know what to do? What way was Pastor William doing it with Mom? Should I even be thinking about that? God, it really sounded like she was into it! So weird! What exactly have you been up to Mom?

 "Oh, are you leaving already honey?" Laura said, walking in the apartment just as Billy was walking out. She was a bit out of breath.

 "Yeah, gotta catch the next bus."

 "Sorry honey, I guess I got caught up in the paperwork. Sometimes I lose my head in it."

 "Yeah, no, that's okay Mom. Pastor William givin' you a hand today?"

 "Yeah. I don't know what I'd do without him. He knows just how to help when I'm getting overwhelmed."

 "Okay, gotta go. I may hang around the pool for a little while after and play frisbee with the other lifeguards."

 "Okay honey."

 ———————

 It was another busy day at the pool. Still well above ninety degrees, with no end to the heatwave in sight. Billy had to jump in three times to help children — two false alarms and one genuine rescue. He caught things quick, before it got bad, but it was scary.

 About an hour before his shift ended Emily and Kathy showed up, wearing the same magic bikinis. Emily hadn't really wanted to, but Kathy convinced her that taking a step back into a more conservative bathing suit would send the wrong message to Billy. So the skimpy, almost-see-through sexpot suit it was. She felt just as uncomfortable in it as she had the first time. Maybe if she stayed out of the water it wouldn't be so bad. But it was such a hot day! And maybe if they didn't leave their towels by Billy's chair. But Kathy made her do it again!




Tucker's Studio Ch. 04



Kissing Billy the last time they'd seen him left Emily very mixed up. She'd always wanted to kiss him, and hoped for a real relationship with him, but Kathy kissed him too, and hers was just as hot and sexy as Emily's. She didn't know what to think. Maybe this time, if they talked to him after his shift again, something would sort out.

 "Hi Billy," Kathy said, with a touch of seductress in her voice.

 "Oh hi Kath! Hi Em!"

 "Hi Billy," Emily said shyly.

 Emily was happy to see Billy bright and cheerful. He could be a little moody sometimes, but on that day she noticed a slightly different swagger, a confidence she hadn't noticed before. It was subtle but it was there.

 The girls went about their usual teasing. Emily was soon in the water, but the near nakidity felt different. She wasn't exactly comfortable, but she wasn't exactly freaked out either. It was a change she was happy about even though she knew her mother and father wouldn't be.

 The scary incident in the pool earlier kept Billy pretty focused on his job, but he kept track of 'his girls' too. They were hanging out with the same group of teens, and the same boys were hovering near them, no doubt stealing glimpses of the nipples on almost-see-through display. Kathy absolutely loved it, teasing the crap out of them. Emily wasn't blatant about it, but she was getting more of a rush out of it than she did before. Who knows, a few more days and she might be puttin' 'em right out there like Kathy did. 

 When the pool closed Billy had to jump in again to dowse his boner after Kathy and Emily did their usual drying off routine. It was even better than the first time — Emily didn't turn her back to him, so he got a very clear view of who the real Emily is. Damn! When did she become this  girl he wondered, thinking back to the tomboy clothes she wore when they were younger. The magic bikini erased any lingering vestiges of tomboy, that was for sure. 

 After punching out for the day and pulling on his shorts, Billy walked with the girls to Kathy's car again, wondering if there'd be any more kissing. He thought about initiating something himself, but he wasn't quite there yet, still confused and a bit shell shocked by all the new sexuality in his life.

 "Wanna walk around the park a little?" Kathy asked when they neared her car.

 "Sure," Billy said.

 Emily wanted to cover up. She and Kathy pulled on little shorts as they stood next to the car, but Kathy stopped her from putting on a t-shirt.

 "It's too hot out," she said. "You look good just like that."

 Billy agreed, but didn't say anything. Emily liked his look of silent approval, so she tossed the shirt back in the car and they walked off toward a shady grove of trees in the distance.

 "Do you see lots of hot girls here at the pool Billy?" Kathy asked. Emily was interested to hear the answer.

 "Not really. Once in a while. Mostly it's...girls who like to eat," he said diplomatically.

 "Did you ever have to rescue a pretty girl?" Kathy asked.

 "Not yet. Just kids so far. One today, just before you came."

 "Really?" Emily said.

 "Yeah. It was kind of a crazy day," he said. It was the understatement of the year, considering the rescue, fucking Molly, two blow-jobs, and catching his mom getting fucked silly by one of the community's Christian leaders.

 They walked across a grassy knoll and came to a dense stand of trees. Kathy led them in. The shade was noticeably cooler.

 "This is nice!" she said as she led them to a pocket of white pine trees where the ground was carpeted with long, soft needles. "Wow!" she said, looking up at the towering trees. "This is so beautiful!"

 She kicked off her flip-flops and sat down. Billy and Emily did the same. Birds were singing and a chipmunk chirped its danger signal. The sounds of the city seemed to vanish and they felt like they were deep in the wilderness.

 "I wanna kiss you both this time," Kathy said with a twinkle in her eyes, wasting no time.

 "Kathy! Nothin' like sayin' what's on your mind!" Emily said. There was a moment of silence. "Whaddya mean both?"

 "This," Kathy said. She planted an open-mouthed kiss on Emily and palmed her bikini covered breast. Emily responded, exhaling deeply, but then pulled away.

 "Kathy! What the fuck!" she said, shocked and embarrassed. She glanced at Billy as a blush reddened her face.

 "Come on! That was fun and you know it!" Kathy said. "Billy liked it. Guys love it when girls play."

 Billy didn't know what to say, but his smile gave away his feelings.

 "Now you," Kathy said to Billy. She moved toward him and planted her lips on his smile. It was a forceful move and it pushed him down onto the carpet of pine needles. She was on her knees, and moved one of them between his legs, right up tight to the heat of his groin. Emily was once again stunned by her increasingly wild little friend. It was a wet, delicious kiss. Kathy didn't want to stop, but she knew she had to or she'd make Emily mad.

 "You go," she said to Emily. Kathy's eyes flashed with lusty energy.

 Emily felt numb, but she moved slowly to Billy. He reached for her and pulled her down, gently, in what seemed like slow motion. As their lips fused together one of his hands went to the back of her thigh and pulled her more fully onto him. He kept his hand there, inches from her pussy. She breathed hard out of her nose as all her senses took in what was happening. Billy smelled like a man. His bare, muscular chest was warm against her little bikini top. The feeling of his fingers holding her leg like that, and the hard lump in his shorts...well, it all made her light-headed, like she was about to faint.

 Kathy didn't interrupt the way she did the last time they kissed. She sat silently, watching, wanting to see where it was going, how it would end, all the little sexy details. She had a lot of time to observe because it went on and on.

 "Fuckin' hot," she said quietly when the passionate kiss finally ended. 

 Billy and Emily agreed wholeheartedly, but neither said a word. Emily rolled off onto her back next to Billy. She didn't really want to get off of him, but thought she should. The two of them looked up through the tall, swaying trees at the blue sky above and felt a little dizzy, like the world was shifting under them.

 "You and me again," Kathy said to Emily. She knelt next to her and kissed her softly. Emily didn't protest. She lay there quietly, still dizzy, reeling from it all, and kissed Kathy back. It was another kiss that lasted, and when their lips finally parted Billy could see their tongues flick together one last time. The look in the girls eyes made it pretty clear it was the beginning of something unexpected but wonderful.

 "Fuckin' hot is right!" Billy said quietly.

 Emily giggled, both for the obvious reason and because she'd never heard her Bible school classmate swear before. So much new was happening it was hard for everyone to keep up with.

 "We shouldn't screw or anything, but we could play a little," Kathy said, still on her hands and knees next to Emily. "Wanna?" she asked.

 She put her hand on Emily's belly and moved it sensuously, her fingertips tickling the soft skin. She dragged her fingernails across Emily's ribs, right below the magic bikini. Emily's nipples responded, pushing out the thin fabric. Kathy's face gave away her delight at the response. 

 The fingers swept back down to the top of the shorts again, raising goosebumps all over Emily's body. Kathy felt like she suddenly had magic powers, and it thrilled her.

 With Emily on her back, her thin waist opened a gap between her lower belly and her shorts. Kathy took advantage and moved her fingertips into the shadowy space. Emily's chest heaved. Kathy flicked the button open and lowered the zipper. Two more inches of lower belly flesh to play with, with a bit of super-soft fur. Kathy didn't push things. Emily was still Emily after all, and she was amazed things had gone as far as they had.

 "Do me," Kathy said in a near whisper.

 She had her shorts off in an instant, and lowered herself down to the soft forest floor next to Emily. Billy, completely captivated and ever observant, could just make out the little racing stripe of pubes under her thin Bikini bottom, and the contours of her pussy lips. He'd seen it all at the pool when the suit was wetter, but now, reclined in a sun-dappled forest, it seemed even sexier.

 Emily sat up next to her friend, pine needles clinging to her back. She touched Kathy tentatively, but it was enough to trigger Kathy's own goosebump eruption, and her nipples burst forth in dramatic fashion. It made Emily smile. She mimicked what Kathy had done to her — the fingertips, the dragging nails. She found herself wanting to do more, which surprised her. Kathy raised her knees, with her legs spread just enough to be sexy. Emily took the hint and slowly dragged her fingernails up one inner thigh and down the other, coming tantalizingly close the Kathy's hot oven. Emily could have sworn she felt the heat rising off of it.

 Kathy's hormones had been switched fully on, and she wanted more. She reached behind her neck and untied the top of her bikini, lowering it off her firm, young tits. Billy swallowed hard. Would Emily shut this down, he wondered? Please God, no! I'll pray more later, but please, no!

 Emily continued, shocking everyone, including herself. She dragged her fingernails up Kathy's belly to the newly opened up playground, goosebumps erupting once again. Kathy's nipples were much darker and different from hers. She'd seen them before at various times when they were dressing, but never hard, never goosebumpy, never like this. Her fingers went right up the middle, through cleavage territory, onto Kathy's neck and then her face. Kathy looked like she could hardly stand it all, like it was glorious torture that she wanted much more of.

 Emily's fingers plunged down off Kathy's chin, down her neck and onto a breast, circling slowly around a sexy nipple, just barely avoiding the dark flesh. Down the slope she went, back up the other side to give the other pretty breast the attention it craved. That nipple took a direct hit, and Kathy's chest heaved. Ooo! Sensitive! Kathy was dying for more. Just dying!

 "Use your mouth!" she could barely whisper as her chest heaved. "Please Em!"

 There must have been something in the air that day, because Emily put aside all her usual inhibitions. Her head lowered to her sexy friend and she licked a nipple. Kathy gasped and shuddered a little.

 "Suck on 'em Em!" she said.

 Emily did. First one, and then the other. It was a strange sensation. The nipples were rubbery, and the tits oh so warm and soft. Kathy was digging it way more than Emily ever thought a person would, and that made Emily love it even more. As she sucked, her hands got involved, not only on the beautiful tits but on the body and on the legs, ending where these things usually end, on the hot pussy, but of course the thin bikini fabric was still there. It mattered not. Emily could feel the dampness and the heat just fine, and Kathy, well let's just say she'd never felt better in her life.

 Billy loved being the voyeur, but at a certain point he had to join in. He didn't know if the girls would approve, but it had to be done. His head joined Emily's, one tit for each of them, and his hand joined the fleshy exploration.

 "Jesus!" Kathy exclaimed quietly. The look on her face gave away her inexperience. She talked a good game, and was bold with the preliminaries, but this was all a first and it was truly blowing her mind.

 Emily was astonished to see Billy's hand slip under Kathy's bikini bottom. Her instinct was to yell something — Stop! or, Billy what the hell! — but it was so incredible, so out there beyond what she'd ever thought she'd see that day, she couldn't say a thing. Her head pulled away from her writhing friend's breast and she just sat there, holding Kathy's hand as the sexy little sprite had an orgasm. 

 Emily couldn't believe it, and neither could Kathy. Billy had pinched her nipples and used his teeth on her, the way Molly liked. And his inexperienced fingers in her pussy didn't matter too much. Kathy was just ready, that's what it mostly came down to. Emily had wound her to the limit, and Billy released the spring. Whammo!

 "God Billy!" Kathy said breathlessly as she guided his mouth to her nearly trembling lips. 

 After the kiss she lay there with her eyes closed, breathing hard, her legs all akimbo, her arms out to her sides.

 "Fuck!" she whispered.

 Emily looked at her beautiful heaving tits and wanted to kiss her, so she did. It was a sweet, loving kiss between friends. Friends with a new and special bond.

 "Let us do you now," Kathy said as she descended slowly from the dreamy cloud she was on.

 "No, I don't think..." Emily said.

 "Don't think. Let us," Kathy said as she sat up and removed the bikini top that was still fastened around her middle. 

 She guided Emily onto her back on the ground, unfastened her shorts and pulled them off Emily's legs.

 "Sit up," she commanded.

 Emily did and Kathy reached around her, untying the bikini top. Emily held it in place as she lay back, and left it lying lose on her breasts. Kathy started in on her, kissing her heaving belly as Emily looked up at the tall, swaying trees. Billy didn't know if he should join in — it was sweet Emily after all. Emily turned her head to him and smiled the most beautiful smile. It nearly melted his heart, and drew him to her lips.

 By the time the sublime kiss had ended Emily's tits were out in all their young glory. Billy had one firmly in hand, and Kathy was licking the perfect roundness of the other, making her way to the pinkest nipple in all the world. It puffed out in a lovely way — one of the reasons she looked so insanely hot in the magic bikini — and Kathy couldn't wait to feel it on her tongue. The beautiful pinkness of them had lured Billy too, and at almost the same moment both of the lovely things were engulfed by warm, happy mouths. Emily came very close to fainting again.

 Her back arched off the soft pine needles, pressing her lovely orbs harder into her friend's mouths, and she nearly came on the spot. Kathy had a feeling Billy might not be as bold with his old friend as he'd been with her, so she took his hand and guided it down to Emily's hot spot, pushing his fingers under the fabric, onto her soft, furry mound.

 Kathy did what her friend had done — she sat up, held Emily's hand, and watched the beautiful show. Emily though, was a tougher nut to crack. She was writhing beautifully, and loving what was happening, but a sweet orgasm wasn't hitting her. Nerves maybe? Bible school baggage? Too much stress from thinking that she needed to match what Kathy had done? Whatever it was, she needed a little more to send her over the edge.

 Kathy wanted to try something. Oral sex had fascinated her for a year or more of porn watching, and she was dying to give it a go. Boy-on-girl, and more recently, girl-on-girl porn had kept her up many a night. When she first suggested the play session in the woods that day she was thinking she'd try and get Billy's cock out, to see what using your mouth on one was all about. She never dreamed she'd get a chance to get her tongue on Emily's pussy. Not shy, conservative Emily. But here it was, the point in time when it just had to happen. The stars had aligned and it was right there, just a thin piece of fabric away, practically begging to be licked. Emily was far enough gone that Kathy was pretty sure she wouldn't flinch or pull away.

 Under the little bikini bottom Billy's hand was working gently. He didn't know about clits, of course, or really anything about what he was doing, so maybe that was the problem. Emily's knees were up part way, and slightly apart. Kathy knelt between them and pushed them down, spreading Emily wide. Just doing that seemed to help — maybe it let Billy in? For whatever reason, Emily moaned deeply.

 Kathy's mind was consumed by thoughts of Emily's pussy, and making her cum. There was no way she wasn't going in at that point, for all the marbles. She pulled the bottom of the little bikini aside and got her first look at the scene of the action, soft and glistening, almost golden, with Billy's fingers squishing through the wetness. The rawness of it all, happening right there in front of her, was breathtaking.

 Kathy dropped to her stomach, feeling the slight prickle of soft pine needles tickling her tender tits, and put her mouth on the extraordinary fleshy wet thing. When Emily felt her she whimpered so loud the chipmunk started chattering again.

 The first thing that hit Kathy was the smell — sweetly fragrant, unlike anything in her memory — and the taste — earthy, salty, somewhat sweet, and way more slippery that she expected. Billy moved his hand a bit, but stayed there, not wanting to completely give up his ground. 

 Kathy's enthusiasm ramped up quickly though. Billy's hand was nudged aside, taking up residence on Emily's soft inner thigh and then going on a more general exploration, doing a good job of keeping the goosebumps alive. Emily's tits, of course, were still being ravished by Billy's mouth. It seemed he couldn't get enough of them.

 Emily was flying. She had no comprehension of the outside world. Everything was a wonderful, glorious blur. Without even realizing she was doing it she'd become quite vocal. Her body was alive like never before and she made wonderful noises because of it. Billy loved it, and Kathy did too.

 Unlike Billy, Kathy knew about clits. She knew just where to rub on herself when she watched porn, and she knew just where to work on Emily with her tongue. A mumbling, nearly out-of-control orgasm was the result. It was Emily's first. She'd played with herself a little in her bedroom, just experimenting, but never all the way to orgasm. The rip-roaring fire-breathing one she'd just had was a whole new world.

 Eating pussy had fired up Kathy's horniness to epic levels. There was a huge tent in Billy's shorts that needed attending to, and it wasn't far away. As she gasped for air after working hard on Emily, she reached for it, sliding her hand up inside the leg of his baggy shorts. She was stunned when her fingers landed on hot, bare cock.

 You see, jumping in the pool to cool Billy's hard-on had left his speedo wet, so he had taken it off in the pool-house changing room and gone commando under his shorts. Kathy was touching a hard cock for the first time in her life, and a big one at that. 

 Emily was just coming back to reality, eyes drifting open and closed. By the time she was focused a little, Billy had undone his shorts and Kathy had them pulled down, freeing the big thing.

 "Oh God!" Emily whispered when she saw it. The size of it astonished her. Kathy was astonished too, in the middle of her own 'Oh god!' moment, wanting desperately to feel the big thing in her hand again.

 Billy kicked off his shorts, and the girls both thought they must have be dreaming. Sexy Billy Carpenter, sitting naked in the woods, with an absolutely massive hard-on!

 Kathy was like a zombie with one thing on its mind. She was desperate to know what a hard cock would feel like in her mouth. No thoughts of how Emily would react clouded her mind. She just zeroed in on it and filled her mouth with it.

 A low, grunting "Oh!" was all Billy said.

 Emily watched. She was still a bit dazed from her orgasm, but the new sight sobered her up a bit. Billy was beautiful. She sort of knew that already of course, but naked, in all his aroused glory, he was just stunning. The man of her dreams. And her best friend was blowing him.

 She got on her hands and knees and joined Kathy. Kathy smiled and handed off the big piece of meat. Emily was shocked at the feel of it — how hard, how silky, how hot, and how freakin' long it was!




Tucker's Studio Ch. 04



The two girls traded licks and gentle sucks. It was definitely beginner stuff — Billy knew that because it was very different from Molly's rotating stroking and deep throating — but it still felt incredible. And it was two girls at once! God yes! He'd snuck up on heaven again!

 Billy lasted a while longer this time. It wasn't an epic long time, but cumming three times earlier in the day tempered his hot cock a bit. He was glad he was able to last because it gave the girls time to get more comfortable with the situation. Nervous giggles gave way to relaxed laughter as they played with their new toy. A look of astonishment, surprise and wonder never left their cute faces.

 Kathy was the more experienced of the two, even though she'd never touched a cock before. Porn watching had given her lots of insight, and her mind reeled as she tried to remember everything she should be doing. Emily mimicked her, and the two of them learned as they went, Kathy often asking Billy, "You like that?" and Billy always replying, "Oh yeah!" in a deep, sexy, moaning voice the girls loved.

 After a good long time Billy came. He was in Emily's mouth, and Kathy was sucking on his balls. Billy's moaning and tense body made it clear to the girls he was close, and then Emily felt the big rod throb in a new way. She let it free of her lips just in time, and marveled at the distance the first ribbon of cum flew.

 "In your mouth!" Kathy almost screamed.

 She knew that was the way the sexy porn girls did it, and she also knew Emily wouldn't do it, so she grabbed the throbbing cock and aimed it toward her mouth. Cum splattered Kathy's excited face before she could get her lips around the spurting monster. Billy grunted when her wet mouth engulfed him, and he watched as she slurped up his slippery seed.

 "Good Lord!" Emily whispered as the gloriously messy scene unfolded.

 ———————

 The next morning Emily rode her bicycle to the church to see Billy. She was nervous about seeing him, but felt a strong need to be close to him. Some of it was a feeling that she needed to get the upper hand on Kathy, since Kathy seemed to be leading the way sexually.

 "Hi Billy," she said sweetly when he answered the door.

 "Oh, hi!" he said happily. "I'll be right out."

 Billy knew his mom wouldn't approve if he invited Emily into the apartment when she was working, so he pulled on a shirt and went outside. They walked to the children's playground, out beyond the parking lot, so they could talk.

 "We kinda got crazy yesterday," Emily said shyly as they walked.

 "Yeah," Billy said, choosing his words carefully. "Did you...I mean, was it all right? Did you like it?"

 "Yeah. I liked it a lot," she said. "You?"

 "Yeah! I've sort of...thought about you like that for...a while."

 "Me too," Emily said. "I didn't really picture it as a threeway though."

 "Yeah, that was...crazy," Billy said. His face gave away his delight.

 "You liked it, didn't you," Emily smirked, showing the first crack in her nervous seriousness.

 Billy smiled. It was a big, shy sort of smile.

 "Billy Carpenter! What am I gonna do with you," Emily smiled shyly.

 Billy could think of a few very good things they could do, but not within view of his mother's office window.

 "So what about Kathy?" Billy asked

 "What about her?" Emily asked, with a tinge of jealousy in her voice.

 "Are you guys...cool? I mean that was wild."

 "Oh. Yeah I think so."

 "That wasn't something I expected between you two, that's all."

 "Yeah, I know. Maybe it'll be weird a little bit. I don't know yet."

 "Maybe it'll be really good," Billy said.

 "Maybe," Emily said, unable to hold back a sweet smile. It faded before she continued. "Are you gonna get with her when I'm not around?"

 "Not if you don't want me to," Billy said.

 "She's a virgin too you know," Emily blurted out.

 "Yeah, I kinda figured."

 "Really? I thought boys would think she's experienced, because of how she acts."

 "No, you can sorta tell."

 "Oh God, then everyone can really tell with me!" Emily said, looking slightly horrified.

 "No! I mean after yesterday, maybe not so much," Billy said.

 Emily smiled. It was a sweet smile, but with a new sexiness that Billy hadn't seen before. Billy wanted to kiss her, so he did.

 Laura was in her office, glancing out at 'the kids' when it happened. The sight took her breath away and choked her up. Tears welled in her eyes. It was an emotional scene for her to see, especially right there on the children's playground. Her little boy was becoming a man right before her eyes.

 "Billy!" Emily exclaimed softly when the kiss ended, knowing it was a big moment for him to do such a thing right there at the church.

 Billy smiled, not knowing what to say.

 "Wanna work in the garden a little?" he finally said, breaking the beautiful, silent spell.

 The two of them pulled weeds in the front flower beds. Laura brought them some lemonade.

 ———————

 Two days later, at eleven in the morning, Billy had his cock deep in Molly again, and this time the whole crew was watching. It had started similar to the last time — walking out in robes, climbing onto the bed, spooning. But there was no blanket, and the lights were a little brighter. Billy felt strangely relaxed. He felt like he knew Molly really well, and the rest of the crew was the same each time, so he felt pretty comfortable with them. Having sex with the girls in the middle of the day in the woods had boosted his confidence too. Sex was really fun, he thought, and everyone looked so good doing it.

 So there he was, on his back. Sexy Molly was bouncing on his long rod, whimpering with delight. Some of her noises reminded him of Emily and Kathy. Girls make awesome noises, he thought. Molly's tits were so different though. Bigger and softer and jigglier, with huge brown areolas and nipples that stuck out a whole inch. And the way she was riding him, with a sex lover's enthusiasm, well, those beautiful tits were bouncing like crazy. It was an extraordinary sight for young Billy to see. He was breathing hard and had a huge smile on his face. Molly was smiling too.

 "God Billy!" she said breathlessly, looking at his beaming face. "I've never seen a man so happy when he's fucking."

 "Put your hands on those big tits Billy," Tucker said. "Squeeze 'em hard!"

 Billy corralled the wildly flailing thing in his big hands.

 "Oh fuck!" Molly said, and she broke into a laugh as she rode the smiling lad hard. Billy never stopped grinning, and Molly never stopped laughing. Eventually her body slowed but the laughing continued as she dropped to Billy's embrace.

 "That was too much!" she said happily, gasping for breath.

 "Fantastic!" Tucker chuckled. "Happy porn. That's what we like around here."

 Hearing the word 'porn' threw the fear of God into Billy for a moment, but he wasn't a dumb kid, he pretty much knew what he was in the middle of. It surprised him, whenever he thought about what he was doing, but it was like some kind of a drug. Molly was like some kind of a drug, and he was already addicted.

 "Jeez, I'm surprised you lasted through that one Billy," Tucker said. "Molly told us you're new to everything. Most guys your age pop pretty quick."

 "I may have taken the pressure off before we started," Molly said mischievously.

 "Oh sure, you don't let the camera in on that!" Tucker said kiddingly. "I'm gonna have to watch out, you guys'll run away together. Well I can't believe you've got long to go before the first pop, so how about a tit fuck. It's a nice cock for that."

 Billy had no idea what Tucker was talking about. Molly smiled at his innocence.

 "I'll show ya honey," she said. "Let me lie down there and you straddle me."

 Molly guided Billy over her, the first time his big, sticky erection had been on full display to everyone. Marsha finally got the full picture of why Molly loved the kid so much.

 Molly pushed his knees apart to lower him and had him lay his cock between her tits.

 "Let your spit fall on it baby," Molly said. "Get it nice and wet and slippery.

 She spit on her hand and helped him, stroking all the wetness into her favorite new cock.

 "Do it again," she said as Billy lubed things up. "Get my tits all wet. Yeah, that's it. Now watch." She pushed her big orbs together and enclosed the hard sausage. "Move now. Fuck my tits."

 Billy started moving. The look on his face was priceless, and Molly laughed again, a deep, sexy laugh that Billy loved.

 "Isn't that awesome?" Molly said. She was smiling and her eyes twinkled as she watched the long hunk of man meat appear and disappear from her softness. "Oh fuck that's hot! Tell me when you're gonna cum baby."

 Billy was astonished at what was happening. He'd never seen anything like it on Danny's phone. It was a almost unbelievable sight, and an extraordinary feeling. He didn't last long.

 "I'm gonna!" he said.

 Molly lined up her open mouth and Billy let loose, shooting right onto her tongue as his thrusting continued. He threw his head back, groaning at the ceiling as his balls emptied. He looked down at Molly, her tongue circling, spreading the warm lip gloss all around her smiling mouth.

 "Best tit fuck ever," Tucker said. "Great stuff. Take ten everybody."

 "God Billy, you're gonna spoil me," Molly said. Marsha handed her a towel and walked away with the others. "I don't know when I've had so much fun. It all feels brand new again when I'm with you." She used the towel on Billy's cock and on her tits, cleaning up the slippery mess. "So what's up with your girlfriend? Any progress?"

 "Yeah, lots. She's got a friend, and they've been coming to the pool. They've got these little bikinis..." he said, getting a far off look in his eyes.

 "Ahh, the old hot bikini in front of the lifeguard trick," Molly smiled. "I know it well."

 "So Kathy — that's Emily's friend — she kind of makes things happen, you know? We ended up in the woods across that big field behind the pool."

 "Who, you and the friend?" Molly asked.

 "No, all three of us."

 "Ooo! This is gettin' interesting!" Molly said. "So wait, didn't you say your girlfriend's a virgin?"

 "Yeah, all of us are," he said. "Well, not me anymore."

 "Oh, honey! Do you wish you'd waited? To be with Emily?"

 "No!" Billy said firmly. Molly pulled him to her and hugged him.

 "You're so sweet," Molly said. "So what happened in the woods."

 "Lots of oral stuff, and tits. It was awesome!"

 "A threeway in the woods! Damn, you're gettin' it goin', huh?"

 "It was pretty sweet," Billy said, reliving it all in his mind.

 "So whaddaya wanna do with me today?" Molly asked. "Anything you're curious about?"

 "Can I...lick you?"

 "Yeah! I want you to. How about doggie style too? I'm dying to get you way deep in me like that."

 "What's that? I mean I think I know, but..."

 "Like this," Molly said as she got in position. "See my pussy back there?" she said, showing him with her fingers. "You'll get on your knees behind me and just stick it right in there. It'll go right in, a little at a time. Once you get it in you just fuck. It's awesome, trust me. It can be done different ways too. You can do it standing up. Here, I'll show you." Molly got off the bed, bent over and arched her back. "See? Sexy, huh? Or I can be on the edge of the bed on my knees with you standing up. There's lot's of variations. We'll do it all eventually. You can use your mouth too, lick me back there before you put your cock in. Don't be afraid of what you're licking back there, everything feels good. God I love that I make you horny," she said, admiring the big erection that had sprung up as Billy watched her demonstration.

 Billy's heart was pounding. He wanted to do it all now!

 "So the licking...on the front. I've never done that."

 "Oh. Not with the girls the other day?"

 "No. They did it to each other."

 "Really! Wow! Nice! You got some hot little numbers there."

 "It was their first time. They were sorta figuring it out."

 "Did they?" Molly asked.

 "Oh Yeah!" Billy said, grinning slyly. "And then they did me."

 "Blow-jobs? Nice!"

 "I wish you could show them how. I mean it was really good, but...how did you learn?"

 "Oh jeez, just years of futzing around. I don't know. It wasn't 'till I started watchin' porn that I saw how it was supposed to be done I guess. There's no real set way though. It's all good. So you want me to help you when you eat my pussy? Show you where to lick and stuff?"

 "Yeah, can you?"

 "Sure honey. It'll be fun. We'll do that and then Doggie, all right? I'm not goin' home without that," Molly smiled.

 The crew came back in, Molly told Tucker the plan, and pretty soon Billy was gorging himself on his first pussy feast. The photographer circled around clicking photos, Molly gave expert instruction, and she had one sweet mother of an orgasm. Billy felt like a little-leaguer who'd just hit a grand slam.

 Doggie style quickly became Billy's favorite thing in the whole world. He loved the taste of Molly's pussy so much he did what she'd suggested and started with his face between her ass cheeks, licking every part of her. Molly looked so incredible like that — ass in the air, shoulders down, back arched — he could have stayed there all day. But his cock started asking for more, so he went up on his knees and sunk the aching thing as deep into Molly as it would go. She was asking for it every inch of the way, dirty, nasty talk that was like music. When the deep fucking commenced her body was alive — possessed almost — with a fiery, carnal spirit. She cared not where they were. She wasn't posing. She wasn't acting. It was raw, pure sex of the highest order. The camera just happened to be there to capture it all. After the session she asked Tucker if he could make her a framed print of the doggie style action. He picked a shot with Billy's sweaty muscles flexed, Molly's mouth open and her eyes rolling. One-five-hundredth of a second of orgasmic bliss. A freeze-frame that proves heaven is real. It hangs in Molly's bedroom.

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 "Rejoice!"

 "Rejoice!"

 "Rejoice!"

 The choir sung with fervor on Sunday morning. The church was always well attended and the services were energetic and uplifting, with lovely singing and a talented group of musicians leading the modern style Christian worship, led by the beautiful guitar fingerpicking and strumming of Pastor William's wife Bonny.

 Emily was there with her mom and dad, and Billy broke with tradition by sitting with her. Laura noticed of course, from her position at the pulpit. Emily's mother noticed too. It wasn't so much where Billy sat that caught her eye, it was the tight pants he had on, two-year-old dress pants he'd pulled from the back of his closet without his mother knowing, thinking Emily would like the way they showed off his muscular thighs and his bulge. She did. She loved the way the tip of his tie flirted with the bulge as he sat there, like a long, colorful tongue having a lick.

 Pastor Laura and Pastor William delivered the day's sermon together, a well choreographed back-and-forth about resisting Satan's temptations and reveling in God's glories. Billy didn't pay too much attention; he was too busy stealing glimpses down Emily's pretty church dress, being careful to use only his eyes and not move his head. She wore a lovely pink bra that day, and her tits were so smooth and beautiful.

 That same evening she rode her bike back to the church to see Billy. He hadn't seen his mom in a while — Sunday, of course, was Laura's busiest day — so he pulled Emily into the apartment for a quick, passionate kiss and some through-the-clothes fondling. They both got worked up pretty quickly and knew they shouldn't continue, so they went outside.

 Billy wanted to ride their bikes to some vacant land down the road, so they could be alone, but Emily couldn't stay long, so they just walked around the church grounds. It was another hot day. Billy knew there were some ice cream bars in the big freezer in the church's kitchen, so they went inside the deserted building and walked silently down the dark hall. Billy heard his mom's voice, giggling a little, and a deep, male laugh. The kitchen was lit up down at the end of the hall, and Billy stopped short in the darkness, grabbing Emily's hand to stop her too, when he saw his mom squeezing the Haitian refugee janitor's ass as the two of them giggled their way into the supply room and closed the door.

 "Billy what's going on?" Emily whispered. She looked shocked, like she already knew the answer.

 "Don't tell anyone," Billy whispered as they retreated back down the hallway. "Not even Kathy. No one, all right?"

 If Mom's doing it we might as well do it too, Billy thought, so he stopped at the far end of the hall, in a dark little alcove where he could keep an eye on things. He kissed Emily.

 "Billy, not here," Emily said.

 "Yes. Here," he said, placing Emily's hand on his growing bulge.

 "Billy, what am I gonna do with you?" she whispered, and she kissed him again.

 Billy unfastened his shorts and pushed them down a little. Emily couldn't believe her eyes.

 "Right here?" she asked with big surprised eyes. She didn't wait for an answer and grabbed hold of Billy's hot meat. She'd been dying to feel it in her mouth again ever since that day in the woods, so she dropped to her knees and took it in, moaning a quiet song even more beautiful than the choir.

 Billy came quickly. Emily heard Kathy's voice in her head — "In your mouth!" — so she let Billy's offering flow, gushing warm and sweet onto her tongue. Kathy had swallowed it, so Emily did too. It felt like pure energy going down her throat, like the spirit of womanhood had suddenly filled her insides.

 After a sensual kiss and some tit fondling there was a noise from the kitchen down the hall. Billy's mom's quickie was quite quick, so Billy pulled up his pants. Emily had a wonderful look of surprise on her face, like she couldn't believe what they'd all just done. Right there in the church!

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 A few days later the girls were at the pool again. The heat wave had broken; there was more room to actually swim, so they took advantage, and Kathy — looking beautifully slutty that day in waterproof lipstick and eye makeup— delighted in floating on her back, showing off the hard nipples and pussy contours under her see-through bikini to all the males in attendance. Emily, feeling more like a sexy woman with each passing day, joined in the fun. Billy leaned forward to cover his hard-on with his arms, but after a while he gave up the hiding, sat back, and got a secret thrill when he caught a few older women looking at it.

 When Billy's shift was over Kathy was almost jumping up and down with excitement as she organized the trek to their magical spot in the woods. She was about as horny as a person could be, but the others were close behind. She hadn't discussed with Emily what she wanted to do when they got there, thinking Emily might not approve, so there was a reason for her extra level of nerves and horniness.

 When they reached the idyllic spot it was just as wonderful — dappled sunlight, chirping birds, frolicking chipmunks. Kathy added to the wonder by immediately asking Billy to remove her bikini top. He stood behind her and did it, of course, and Kathy took his hands and cupped them on her nice tits. She let out a breathy moan that had been building all day.

 Emily shook her head at her friend but wasn't really surprised, a fact that was given away by a little smile. She smiled bigger when Billy approached her. She turned away from him so he could strip her breasts too, goosebumps rising on her flesh when he did. She just about melted when his hands cupped her and he kissed the side of her neck. He'd learned that move at Tucker's studio.




Tucker's Studio Ch. 04



Billy's cock was free under his baggy shorts again, his wet speedo safely tucked away in his backpack. The two topless girls had him plenty hard, and Kathy wasted no time. With his shorts around his ankles two warm mouths engulfed his hardness and his smooth balls. He was back in heaven again, floating on a puffy white cloud with two angels.

 After some lovely sucking Kathy backed off and watched for a moment. Emily looked so beautiful with a cock in her mouth.

 "I brought something," Kathy said, with a little devilishness in her voice and eyes.

 She reached in the pocket of her shorts and pulled out six condoms, unfolding them like an accordion.

 "Kathy!" Emily gasped, with big, surprised eyes. She was disappointed with herself for saying it. She had hoped she'd gotten beyond the exclamations of protest, but this, this was big.

 "What! I don't know about you, but I don't wanna be a virgin anymore. You can do what you want," Kathy said to Emily.

 Emily wanted to say 'Holy shit!', but she didn't. Of course she wanted Billy to fuck her. She just didn't think it would happen with Kathy around. And she was sure Billy was a virgin too. She wanted to be his first. She'd always thought she would be.

 "Me first," she said, surprising herself and the others.

 "That's the spirit!" Kathy said. "And I get to watch!"

 Kathy's eyes were almost spinning with excitement. Hormones were coursing through her at an unprecedented rate. Emily was more nervous, but her hormones were pumping too. She was still on her knees with Billy's cock in her hand, so she let the big thing back in her mouth, slow and sensual as she thought about it fucking her. It was awfully big. How could it go where only slender fingers had been? Maybe that's why it's supposed to feel so good. But oh my gosh it's big! Are they all like this?

 Emily's sweet mouth, and the thought of fucking the two girls, was too much for Billy — his cum gushed and his knees went weak.

 "Shit Em!" Kathy said, amazed that her friend had taken the mouthful and swallowed it, and worried that Billy would wither.

 "It's okay. I'll last longer now," Billy said as he caught his breath. Emily thought she knew what he meant, and she wondered how he knew it.

 Kathy kissed Emily, tasting the cum in her mouth and giggling. She fumbled with Emily's shorts, and when they were pushed down she unfastened her own. She stripped them off along with her bikini bottom. Billy and Emily froze for a moment, looking at her in all her naked glory.

 Billy dropped to his knees and pulled down Emily's bikini. He only got it halfway down before his mouth was drawn to her pretty pussy. Her knees went weak when he made contact.

 Billy licked through her wet slit, holding her swooning body up with his strong hands hooked around the back of her thighs, his long fingers right up in her crotch. She was suddenly on that cloud in heaven too! Having Kathy lick her pussy the other day was one thing, but Billy sucking her soft folds into his mouth, that was a whole 'nother thing!

 "Turn around and bend over," Billy said softly, his lips glistening with Emily's wetness.

 "What?" Emily said. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, or what she was thinking.

 "Turn around," Billy said as he spun her little body in his hands. "Bend over."

 Emily did it. She was breathless and thought she was dreaming. Billy's mouth moved in and picked up where he'd left off, licking deeply through the wet pussy.

 "God!" Emily whimpered.

 Kathy was transfixed by the goings on, but she sensed the overwhelmed unsteadiness of Emily's body and moved to her, taking her hands. Kathy dropped to her knees so she could be face-to-face with her. Emily, moaning breathily, looked at Kathy with lusty eyes. Their mouths met in a wet, sloppy kiss. Emily was on the launchpad, ready for lift-off.

 Billy used all the licking tricks Molly had showed him. He'd found Emily's little clit pretty easily, and was giving it a nice, slow massage with his long tongue, the way Molly liked. He was thrilled to see it all worked on Emily too, and she came hard, her arms wrapped around Kathy's shoulders, her body wracked with deep, uncontrollable tremors. It was sweet.

 "Fuck her now. Just like that," Kathy said, before Emily had even begun to recover.

 Billy loved the idea, and reached for the condoms on the ground. He ripped one open and looked at it, trying to figure it out.

 "Roll it on," Kathy said.

 He tried one way with no luck, but the other way worked. Emily was still in position, breathing hard, wondering. Would it fit? Would it hurt? What was going on back there, did Billy even want too? Then she felt it, something there, something pressing, something going in!

 The condoms were lubed, and Emily was sopping, so the big thing slipped into the tightness. Billy felt pressure and thrust his way past. Emily squealed and tears welled up in her eyes.

 "It'll be good in a minute," Kathy said quietly, her face just inches from Emily's. She was just guessing, but it seemed like it might be true.

 Emily suddenly wished they'd done it differently, so she could see Billy. Did he hurt too? Were there tears in his eyes? Did it feel the same to him, that pain?...oh my God! That's not pain anymore! Shit! God damn!

 Billy was halfway in and going deeper. Emily's sweet little ass was all his and looked...well there were just no words! His hands were on her hips and she started rocking back to him, meeting his short, deepening thrusts.

 "Fuck!" she muttered breathlessly, the first swear word she'd ever spoken. She wondered how much more there was of Billy, how much deeper he could possibly go.

 "Take it Em," Kathy said quietly. "Take it all."

 Soon they were fucking beautifully — deep, long thrusts met by Emily's rocking hips. She was nearly out of it, her brain seemingly drugged by heroin, as Billy's cock made her fly.

 Billy was flying too. Emily's insides felt different than Molly's. Her young pussy squeezed him so much more. His hopes for lasting longer after the blow-job were somewhat dashed by Emily's heavenly tightness. And then there was just the sight of her. The girl he'd long been crazy about was fucking him! Yes, he was fucking her, but she was fucking him too, moving enthusiastically, muttering those incredible sounds girls make. Emily's sounds. I'm fucking Emily!

 That was all she wrote. Billy came hard, jerking spastically against the sweet little ass as he hung tight to her hips. Feeling him go was the tipping point for Emily, and she came with a shudder. A warmth she'd never felt before flooded her, like Billy's energy had suddenly filled her bloodstream.

 "Holy shit!" Kathy said, holding up her rag-doll limp friend.

 As Emily's raging hot blood settled she stood and turned to her lover, glancing at the beautiful perfection of him before melting into his arms. It was a kiss neither one of them will ever forget.

 —

 Fifteen minutes later Billy was on his back on the soft pine needles, with Kathy bouncing on his hard cock like she was possessed.

 "Quieter Kathy!" Emily implored her. "Quieter!"

 It had started slowly, with Kathy getting nervous, and then getting embarrassed by her nerves. Some kissing, caressing and tit play — from both Billy and Emily — calmed her, and she climbed into position. Her small size made the big cock seem even bigger, which didn't help her nerves any, but Emily helped line things up and guided her down. The jolt of pain shocked her when Billy thrust in, but it made her lightheaded and a look of euphoria gradually spread across her pretty face. It wasn't long before she was bouncing, and Emily was trying to quiet her down.

 "There's people in the park you know!" Emily said, unable to hold back a smile. "You wanna get thrown in jail?"

 "I don't fuckin' care!" Kathy exclaimed loudly as she bounced. "Oh God I love it!"

 Emily had a feeling she was witnessing the birth of a slutty little sex-pot, right there in those lush, verdant woods. She just hoped all of Kathy's attention wouldn't be focused on Billy. And speaking of Billy, where did he learn all this lover stuff? As Emily watched his big cock slide in and out of Kathy, and she thought about all the rest of what had been happening...jeez, he must be watchin' porn! But how can he do that without a computer or a phone?

 Kathy had a melt-down-big orgasm, flailing around and finally holding Billy's big shoulders while her hips went wild and her pussy burned up. It was a totally addicting feeling and she wanted more right away. Billy really did last longer that time and didn't cum, even though Kathy had a super tight little pussy.

 "Do doggie," the little minx said breathlessly as her pussy popped off the latex covered cock. She assumed the position on the ground.

 Damn! That's what Billy thought when he saw her like that. Damn! He plunged his nearly overheated cock in and fucked the shit out of her. Emily couldn't believe her eyes. Kathy, she just howled like a banshee, loving every second of it. Billy came one last time, and Kathy did too.

 "You're gonna get us arrested!" Emily said as she put on her bikini, genuinely worried about all the noise the two of them had made in the city park.

 "Maybe the prison guards'll fuck me," Kathy said, and then she laughed, lying sweaty on her back, arms over her head, chest heaving.

 "Good Lord!" Emily said. It was her mother's favorite saying. "Seriously, put your clothes on you guys. Do you have any idea how loud you were?"

 "No," Kathy said with a dreamy smile, still breathing hard. "I don't."

 Emily tossed her bikini to her and she reluctantly put it on, brushing pine needles off her sweaty skin as she did.

 "We're not virgins anymore," she said, and a big, beautiful smile lit up her pretty face.

 Billy smiled at his two girls. God he loved sex.

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 "So Billy, are we ready to jump into video work?" Tucker asked. The two of them were sitting in his office at the studio. "That's where the good money is — four or five-hundred for a two hour session — and I'll be honest with ya, if we stick with stills there won't be a lotta hours. There's just not as much demand for that kinda stuff. Video though, I can pair you and Molly up for all kinds of fun stuff. Got plenty of other nice girls for you to work with too. Group sex stuff, orgy, whatever you're into."

 "Other girls?" Billy said, sounding like he was interested and terrified at the same time.

 "Yeah, we got a bunch of 'em. And when you get a little more experience you can work with the amateurs. We often bring in women off the street who wanna give it a try. Molly started that way. I met her at the pool a few months ago. You'll be terrific for that. When a sexy older amateur lays her eyes on you there'll be fireworks. Here, let me show you some of our girls..."

 Billy looked at still pictures and a few video clips. As he watched the videos he was fascinated by the men as much as the girls, watching them to see what he could learn. A couple of the girls though, they caught his eye. One in particular really had his attention. Molly walked in and noticed the still pictures out on Tucker's desk.

 "Hey, no fair," she said. "He's mine."

 "Don't worry Molly, I've got plenty planned for you two," Tucker said. "But it seems he's got a taste for redheads."

 "Alice? Oh she's nice honey," she said to Billy. "I guess I can share."

 "So we good with the video Billy?" Tucker asked.

 "Yeah, I guess," Billy said.

 "All right, I'll work up a contract for it. Keep everything legal, you know? Now you two, none of that takin' off the pressure bullshit in the backroom. Save it all for the cameras, okay?" Tucker said with a smile. "We'll make the first set-up a nice cumshot, and then we can get on with things. God I wish I could get hard as easy as these kids do."

 —

 Molly — wearing a beautiful evening dress and a pearl necklace — had Billy's waiter uniform pants open. His room-service cart was next to the hotel style bed, and he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, leaning back on his elbows. His big cock was in Molly's hands. She was spitting on it to lube things up, and proceeded to give Billy the mother of all hand-jobs — a two-fisted affair with one hand twisting one way and one hand twisting the other, both of them moving up and down. It was a devastating technique, and Molly was giving it her all. Billy blew like a geyser. When they cleaned things up after the scene Marsha had to wipe cum off the top of Molly's head. They all laughed about it.

 The highlight of the days session, from Billy's point of view, was a nice, leisurely sixty-nine. Now that was something he hadn't imagined! And he was glad somebody had! He couldn't wait to try it with Emily and Kathy. Maybe the two of them could do it to each other! And maybe...holy shit, do you think?...maybe I could get my cock in there, while they're doing it! Billy was a creative thinker, and the puzzle-like possibilities of this sex stuff seemed endless.

 The room-service hotel room scene left Molly worn out and smiling. Up against the wall, missionary, doggie, Billy thrusting into her mouth while she was flat on her back. They even ventured into the kinky stuff a little, fucking with a butt plug in Molly's ass when she was on her back with her knees by her shoulders. Billy fucked her long and fucked her hard that day. The crew applauded when it was over. Tucker had never seen such a natural young talent, especially one that looked as good as Billy.

 Lying on the bed, basking in the afterglow after the crew left, Molly asked about Billy's girls.

 "You fucked them both?"

 Billy smiled but was a little embarrassed. He knew it wasn't the normal thing to do with your first girlfriend.

 "Shit Billy! You're a fuckin' wild man!" Molly said. "Did we make you that way?"

 "No, I think maybe it woulda happened anyway."

 "Where were all the guys like you when I was a kid?" Molly said, shaking her head.

 "How old were you when you..."

 "My first time? Seventeen. Almost eighteen, so about you guys age. It was an older guy though. My tits got really big really fast, and older guys were really into me. Funny how that works. Anyway, it was my boss at a supermarket job I had. I wasn't even legal, and he wanted me to be his girlfriend. It was fucked up so I quit."

 "How was it?"

 "My first time? Not very good. I'm sure Emily and Kathy are way happier."

 "They seemed happy," Billy smirked.

 "Yeah! If you fucked 'em like you fucked me today...holy shit! So what are their bodies like? Different than me?" Molly asked. She took Billy's hand and put it on her tit.

 "Yeah," Billy said. "They're both...petite I guess you call it. Is that the right word? Small. Kathy's real small. Not their...tits. I don't mean that."

 "Yeah, I know honey. They got nice tits?"

 "Yeah," Billy smiled. "Not like yours, but really nice."

 "What's different about 'em?" Molly asked, enjoying Billy's gentle squeezing of hers.

 "This part's smaller," he said, outlining her big areola with his finger, and this part doesn't stick out as much, but they get real hard like yours. Kathy's are real dark, and Emily's are sorta pink."

 "Nice. Are they sensitive like mine? Did you try pinching their nipples?"

 "Yeah," Billy smiled. "That was good."

 "Did you try anything else I showed you?"

 "Yeah. I licked Emily before I fucked her. I made her cum like you did."

 "Whoa! Fast learner! I'm gettin' jealous of these little foxes."

 "I licked her bent over, like you showed me, and then I fucked her like that, standing up."

 "Oh my God! That was her first fuck! A little petite thing with your big cock? Jesus!"

 "What, was that bad?" Billy asked.

 "No honey! I just can't imagine! Wow, she's off to a good start! Is she tight? Did you cum too?"

 "Super tight. Yeah I came when she did."

 "Good Lord! You're a dream Billy Carpenter. And then you had another cute little thing to fuck? God almighty! So how'd you do it with Kathy?"

 "Down on the ground. She was on top of me, like you were the other day when you were laughing."

 "That's called cowgirl position honey. You know how a cowboy rides a horse? When a girl rides a guy like that it's called cowgirl. Is she tight too? Did she cum?"

 "She's super tight too. She came wicked. Then she got off and wanted doggie and we both came again. She was really loud. Emily was worried we were gonna get caught."

 "Holy fuckin' cow! That's a fuckin' porn movie you guys made, right there in the woods! I'm so jealous. I wanna go back and be young again. You got me all horny again too. Wanna fool around again, just you and me?" Molly asked as she squeezed Billy's half-hard cock. "Ooo, I guess you do," she purred as she felt it harden. "How do you want me baby?"

 Billy rolled on his back and pulled Molly into a sixty-nine. She purred some more on his long cock as he ate her. She asked if he wanted to fuck her. He took her up against the wall again, with her big tits in his hands. The studio was mostly dark. Marsha watched from the shadows.

 ———————

 Billy and Emily's relationship deepened quickly. Childhood friends became teen-aged lovers. Kathy was the wildcard, sometimes with them for sex, sometimes not, sometimes alone with Emily, licking pussies in Kathy's bedroom. Billy loved the alone time with Emily, but he had to admit, the threeway shit was crazy wonderful.

 His sixty-nine idea proved to be totally awesome. It happened first with Kathy, when the three of them were in her bedroom. She was the top of a sixty-nine with Emily, and Billy fucked her deep while Emily licked. With Kathy's over-amped sexuality, the experience just about short-circuited her. She rolled off into the fetal position, twitching and moaning for a while. A little while later Emily wanted it like that too. Said it was the best orgasm she'd had up till then. Both the girls worshiped that big cock of Billy's.

 Speaking of worship, once Billy found out about his mom's escapades at the church he started paying attention to what was going on around there. He snuck into the storage room one day when his mom was out at the store. He found a camping mattress rolled up in the corner, behind some boxes. He rolled it out on the floor. It was nice and soft and had lots of stains on it. There was a big box of condoms rolled up inside it. A big box.

 He'd added another man to the count too, but he was thinking there could be more. So far there was Pastor William, Wilky the janitor, and Wilky's helper Nathan, a boy Billy's age from the neighborhood. He'd gone all through Bible school with Billie and Emily.

 Billy thought about using his knowledge as leverage to get his mom to let him screw the girls in his room, but he knew that might blow up into something bad. Turns out it all blew up anyway. Nathan, dumb as a box-of-rocks, had hidden his phone in the storage room and secretly filmed a session with himself and Wilky and Laura. He lives at home and his mom found it. He had transferred it onto the family laptop and was trying to fancy it up with iMovie. The kid's about as smart as...well, we already established that.

 So Laura left the church in disgrace. The scandal took down Pastor William, Wilky, a local Christian volunteer leader and two of the parishioners, both of them family men. Turns out Laura was gettin' around. Do unto others indeed.

 It was late summer when it happened, and because of it all, Billy didn't go to the Community College like he was planning. Emily went off to college, not too far away, and Kathy, well, she never did like school and studying. Her parents weren't happy about her not continuing with her education, but she got a pretty good hostess job at a fancy restaurant. A hot body and a beautiful smile is good for that kind of thing. Her parents were disappointed with her again when she told them she was moving in with Billy.




Tucker's Studio Ch. 04



Yes, Billy got his own apartment. His mom got a place with Pastor William, who'd left his wife. The two of them were putting together plans to open a new Christian church — The Church of Love and Togetherness. They envisioned a place where 'free love' was the name of the game, all with Jesus's blessing, of course. The Bible can be interpreted many different ways after all. Billy had no idea if it would work — their rust-belt city might prove too small and conservative for such an endeavor to succeed — but his mom seemed happy planning out the details.

 So that was all big stuff. Life changing events all around. But the biggest bombshell was when Dicky Biggers came to light. Yes, that was Billy's porn name. He and Donna Deeper — that's Molly — had become a hugely successful team for Tucker, getting the most hits on the website of any of his pairings. Billy hated having a secret life, so when the shit hit the fan at the church he figured it was a good time to come clean to everyone. He used the flying shit as a distraction. It sort of worked, with his mom anyway. She was freaked out, but she had so much on her mind it didn't kill her, the way it might have. 

 Emily though, she was devastated when she found out about Billy's job. At first. But it didn't take too long for Kathy to start changing her mind. Young minds are resilient and malleable that way. Emily's pretty sure she's not gonna marry Billy, but she still loves the smiling stud, and that big cock of his. She loves Kathy too, and her college is close enough so she can spend weekends with them once in a while. That threeway shit's addicting.

 When Kathy found out Billy was a porn star her first thought was "Of course! That's why he fucks so good!" It didn't even phase her that it was bad or anything. Kids these days! She loves being the girlfriend of a porn star. Absolutely loves it. She'd like to get into the business herself, but Billy's not so keen on the idea. Maybe someday. 

 Billy, he works with the whole stable of girls at the studio now, and lots of amateurs. Molly's still the love of his professional life, but a twenty-six-year-old willowy Redhead named Alice is a close second. Tall and slim, with impossibly long legs and an ass drawn by an artist, she's a small titted, pale skinned temptress of the highest order. She and Billy took a shine to each other immediately, and they fit together and work together like a perfectly choreographed dance. It's not smooth and practiced looking though — it's raw and sweaty and wild, every time. Tucker knows there'll be fireworks whenever they're together. He can count on it.

 So we'll end this story in the studio, at the filming of the annual Christmas video. If you read Molly's story you'll know that Molly's Aunt Mary and Uncle Henry will undoubtedly be watching the finished product, just as they did the year before, probably after the family Christmas get-together.

 Tucker usually doesn't allow visitors to watch his performers at work, but for the last few years the filming of the Christmas video has become a bit of a party. Kathy and Emily were both there, cocktails in hand, along with Marsha's husband and a few other folks.

 The stars for the evening were Tucker's 'A' team — Billy, Molly and Alice. Tucker went all-out and bought an antique sleigh for the occasion. It was on a set with fake shrubs and fake snow. Billy and the girls had nineteenth-century fashions on — leftover costumes from a local theater company Tucker sometimes deals with.

 There was a bit of a story, something about cutting a Christmas tree for the house, getting wet from the snow and getting cold. They needed to huddle together under a blanket for warmth, and get out of those wet clothes. Not all the clothes at first — good Victorian girls wouldn't take off their underthings in a boys presence, would they? The old sleigh barely held together as the wild fucking went on, and on, and on. 

 Kathy and Emily were mesmerized by it all — the former Bible school boy ripping up two of the sexiest women they'd ever seen, under the lights, in front of an ever circling, ever working crew. They'd watched Billy's videos of course, many many times, but being there in person, seeing the crew, hearing the noises, smelling the smells, seeing Molly's big tits bounce under the bright lights — it was an extraordinary experience.

 Marsha had seen it all of course, hundreds of times, but ever since Billy showed up on the scene he made her hornier than the others. She understood why Molly fell for the young man, and she'd often wished she wasn't such a faithful wife, so she could have her way with Billy in the dressing room, or maybe even on camera. But she never did. She held tight to her will power. The cocktails tasted awfully good at that Christmas party though, and watching Billy after she'd had one too many drinks was more than she could stand. She took her husband's hand, walked him into the shadows where she knew everyone could see them, and gave him a rip-snorting blow-job fueled by watching porn stars for years. Soon she was stripped to nothing but her bra and they were fucking up against a wall. If you watch the Christmas video and listen carefully you can hear them — Marsha getting into it good, watching Billy as her husband fucks her hard, not too far behind the cameras.

 Tucker hit the jackpot with Billy. He kind of had a feeling, when he first approached him at the pool. Tucker had a bit of a gift for finding people on the street, people who grew to love fucking under the lights, and Billy was as pure and natural at it as can be. Everybody loved him and he loved everybody. He blossomed at Tucker's studio, and Molly? Well, she's one hell of a gardener.



Tucker's Studio Ch. 05



This is my 100th post here on Literotica. That amazes me. 

I've used this place as a laboratory to teach myself how to write, and I think I'm slowly getting there. It's been all kinds of fun, and I'm very appreciative to all of you out there in Cyberland who read and enjoy my stories. Thanks everybody!

As usual, the people and places in this story are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

———————

Kaley Newman, NewsChannel 4

"Mr. Sims? Tucker Sims?" the voice on the phone said.

"Yes, that's me." Tucker said.

"This is Kaley Newman from NewsChannel 4. I wonder if I could come down and talk to you about your business and one of the actresses who used to work for you. She contacted me this morning and what she told me is frankly quite disturbing. I'd like to discuss it with you and see if we can clear things up. Would that be all right?"

"Can I ask the name of the actress? Maybe I can clear things up over the phone." Tucker said.

"Louise Brookfield. Do you remember her?"

Sure, Tucker remembered her. A fairly typical older amateur. Nervous, trying to live out her fantasy, probably in over her head. The fucking his boys gave her left her reeling. It was obvious it was way beyond anything she'd experienced before. Some big-time shit that blew her mind.

And then there was Kaley Newman. Tucker remembered her too, from the news. There were lots of young female reporters on the local channels, but Kaley was a standout. Nice voice. Pretty face. Relaxed and even a little sexy on camera.

"Oh sure, I remember Louise," Tucker said. "That was just, what, two months ago I think, when she was here. I'll tell you what, why don't you come down here to my office. I've got quite a bit of paperwork on her. I'm sure we can clear this up."

An hour later Kaley and her videographer buzzed the intercom at the Studio's door. Tucker let them in.

"Mr. Sims I'm Kaley Newman. I'd like to speak with you about Louise Brookfield."

She spoke in her news voice, had her hand extended and was followed by a guy with a video camera on his shoulder, already filming. He skittered around the side of her to get a clear shot of Tucker and the handshake.

"Jesus Kaley, you didn't tell me this was gonna be an ambush. There's no story here. Turn that off and we'll talk. I can show you everything you need to know. I've got iron clad contracts. More than one actually. That and the video itself will tell the story."

"You're willing to speak on the record off camera?"

"Sure, I've got nothin' to hide. I run a clean business here, with happy workers."

"Shut it down Johnny," she said to her cameraman. "You call porn a clean business?" she asked Tucker as she started to record audio on her phone. "May I record our conversation?"

"Sure. Like I said, nothin' to hide. Come on in my office."

"You can wait outside John," Kaley said to her co-worker.

"Oh sure. I never get to see the good stories," he said as he took his camera gear and left.

In Tucker's office he offered Kaley an upholstered chair or the couch. She sat on the couch, nervously pulling the hem of her dress to try and get it to cover a little more of her shapely leg than it wanted to cover. A porn studio didn't seem like the place to show herself off.

"So, Louise Brookfield, I remember her well," Tucker said as he reached for a folder on his desk. "What exactly did she call you about?"

"She claims she was forced into certain sexual situations that you filmed. Coerced I guess I should say."

"Well that's just not true. I've never done that with anybody here and I'm confident you'll come to that conclusion too. Tell me this — if you find that there's no story here, other than her making things up, you're not gonna put this on the news, are you? Local publicity's not exactly the best thing for a business like this. We do business quietly, don't get in anybody's face, don't bother anyone. I'd kinda like to keep it that way."

"No, no," Kaley said. "If she's making things up there's nothing for me. You can count on that. But I must admit I'm a little fascinated by this place. I never knew anything like this went on in town."

"Have you thought about giving it a try? We do a lot with amateurs, and you've certainly got the looks for it," Tucker said, looking her over. It wasn't a lecherous look, just a man doing his job. Kaley looked shocked, and blushed bright red.

"No Mr. Sims, not that kind of fascination. So was Louise one of the amateurs? She didn't sound like a professional when I talked to her."

"That's right. I meet people different ways. She actually hit on me in a bar. She was half in the bag and asked me to go home with her. I declined, but she was nice and we got to talking. I gave her my card and offered her a preliminary photo shoot. That's the usual way we get started, clothed but sexy, maybe some lingerie. I sometimes bring in one of my male talent to do somethin' mildly sexual if the person's comfortable with it. It's all very low key and all about the new person's comfort level. I don't push anything."

"So she was attractive and you thought she'd be good in porn? Is it that simple?"

"No, attractiveness doesn't always enter into it. Sexiness is a bigger deal. She's average looking for her age, but I thought she was sexy. Now you, you're attractive and sexy, so you've got a head-start."

"Oh...well, thank you," Kaley said, nervously pulling at her hem again. So Louise, she came? I mean...she called you?" Kaley's face heated up again at the unintended double entendre. She hoped it wasn't a full-on blush.

"Yeah. She seemed nervous on the phone, but that's par for the course with the amateurs. So we set up an appointment, I think it was two days later, and she comes in for the shoot. So this is where we get to the paper work," Tucker said as he opened the file folder. He handed Kaley a form. "That's the standard contract for the first still photo shoot. As you can see, it covers a lot. They're agreeing to nudity and model-to-model contact. Legally that means a whole lotta shit, but like I said, we never push anybody and often the first session is really tame. Like a boudoir session you could do at the mall photographer, you know? So here's the photos from that day." Tucker handed her ten proof sheets, with two dozen photos on each one. "I can show you the raw files on the computer if you want, but it's all there."

It was Kaley's first look at Louise Brookfield, and she was amazed at how plain looking she was, and her age. She looked like any of the fifty-year-old women in her neighborhood. And here she was, trying out for porn!

Tucker walked Kaley through the bigger contract for the video shoot, and pointed out the special clauses Louise had asked for, and her initials next to each one.

"She agreed to anything but anal and BDSM. She wanted two men. Wanted big cocks. It's all there in the contract. I've been doing this a long time Kaley, and I'm not only very careful with the wording of the contracts, I'm a nice guy and bend over backward to make everybody happy. Louise was happy with the wording of it all. I remember her specifically saying that. So I guess the next thing to do is watch the footage of her. Did you look at it on the website?"

"No. I thought I'd do that here. If I had signed up for an account at work I'd have to explain it to my boss, and he'd have to explain it to his boss, and on up the line."

"Oh, yeah. Much simpler here. No problem. Let me pull it up and if you have any questions you can ask me."

Tucker switched on a big flat screen TV on the wall, started Louise's hour of fame, and they sat back and watched. Tucker pointed out a few things as it progressed.

"That's Mitch and Dante with her. They're two of my big cock men, which is what she wanted."

When it was over Kaley was a bit flustered and looked warm.

"So, as you could see, she had one hell of a time," Tucker said. "It's pretty obvious she was happy with what was happening to her, every step of the way. To be honest with you, I've never had an amateur who didn't have an awesome time. A few didn't want to go past the still photo stage, and that's cool, but the ones who go all the way? They all love it. I'm sure you could tell my guys have what it takes, and they're not rough, unless the woman clearly asks for it rough. They're respectful. And they'll make you cum eighteen times if you got it in ya."

"You're right, she was certainly enjoying it. Wow, that was..."

"Looks like fun, right? So now I'll tell you the rest of Louise's story, and you'll get a little better picture of her. We did the editing and I emailed her a password so she could watch the finished product before I posted it for the website's members to see. She watched it and called me and said it embarrassed her. I asked her why and offered to edit it some more, but she was just embarrassed. I felt bad for her. I told her if she'd return the wages I'd paid her I'd give her the master copy and nobody'd ever see it. Nobody in the business will do that. I will. That's the kinda guy I am. I want everybody to be happy at the end of the day. I invited her in to talk about it. After we watched it together she decided it was okay. I had her sign another contract, this one here, spelling out her protest and her final decision to keep the money, and we released it. She never complained. I never heard from her again."

"Well it certainly seems like she doesn't have a case," Kaley said as she looked over the second contract. "I'll tell you, she didn't seem quite right when she called me. I was suspicious of you though, I must admit. The porn business has an unseemly reputation I'm afraid, but you seem like a straight shooter."

"Thank you Kaley, I'm glad you think so. Would you like to have a look around, so you can get a little better feel for the place?"

"Thank you, yes, I'd like that."

———————

After work that day Kaley was having a cocktail with her friend Jennifer. Jenn's another young reporter at NewsChannel 4. The TV station was in a 'small market' city of about a hundred-and-fifty-thousand people, and most of the reporters were in their mid-twenties, not too far out of college, biding their time as they waited for a big break in a bigger city.

"I had no idea there was a porn studio downtown!" Jenn said. "That's crazy!"

"I know, it's weird isn't it?" Kaley said. "No story though. I was hoping for something big."

"So what's it like? Did you see any of the actors?"

"It's very businesslike and nice actually. The owner is really nice. I walked away with a new attitude about porn. And yes, I met one of the girls and one of the guys."

"Wow, I like that look in your eyes," Jen said. "What was he like?"

"Do you ever think about black guys?" Kaley asked.

"Sure. Don't all us pale skin whiteys think about that?" Jenn laughed. "Big dicks and stuff? Hell yeah!"

"His name's Dante," Kaley said.

"Holy shit! Is he big? You didn't see his dick, did you?"

"No!" Kaley said with an embarrassed smile. "And yes, he's plenty big. I'm five-two, and he's gotta be six-six, maybe six-eight."

"Holy shit! God, that'd be so hot, wouldn't it? Think of the size of that thing..." Jenn said, with a faraway look in her eye.

What Kaley didn't mention was that lately her porn surfing had become focused on watching the free clips from a website called Blacked. Lots of small, pale skinned girls getting their pussies and asses reamed by huge black men with huge black cocks.

"You wanna do him, don't you?" Jenn said. "I know that look."

"No!" Kaley said, blushing deeply.

"Yeah, whatever," Jenn smirked. "I get it. Believe me I do."

"Why is it so hot?"

"Black guys you mean?" Jenn asked. "I don't know. A holdover from our parents maybe? Forbidden love, and all that. Plus they got huge cocks, right?"

"Jenn!" Kaley laughed. "Jeez!"

That night Kaley fantasized about Dante. She put fresh batteries in her vibrator and had a small but satisfying orgasm before drifting off to sleep.

———————

A week later Kaley and Jennifer were at the bar again, winding down after a long day in the newsroom.

"I can't get that fuckin' porn guy outta my head," Kaley said.

"The black guy? You're still thinking about him?"

"The whole place really. It kinda fascinates me."

"You said they do a lot of amateur stuff right? You should try out. You're hot."

"Yeah right! I'd throw away my whole career!"

"Yeah, I guess. You could always stalk the guy. I doubt he'd turn you down. He must live around the city somewhere right? Is it just him that gets you, or is it the whole porn thing?"

"All of it. Am I a skank?"

"No. Everybody watches porn, and I'm sure most people wonder what it'd be like to do it. You should come up with another story angle, maybe you could..."

"What, get fucked on the news? Yeah, I can see it now, those little circular blur-out spots superimposed over my privates, and a microphone in my hand," she laughed. "As you can see folks," she said in her news voice, "huge cocks make small girls cum really hard, and it's happening right here in your city. Reporting live, Kaley Newman, NewsChannel 4."

The two girls laughed so hard people turned to look at them. After they settled down Jenn had an idea...

"You always liked the writing side of journalism more then the on-screen stuff. Why not write a book about it? 'Porn From The Inside' or something like that. The sensational stuff is what sells these days, right? Use a pen name and nobody'll know it's you." Jenn smiled when Kaley didn't say anything. "Oh my God, you're thinking about it!"

"It's not such a crazy idea," Kaley said, the wheels clearly turning in her head. "They specialize in amateurs there. I could assure them anonymity and get their stories. Of course I'd have to get the owner's permission, but he was nice. Shit Jenn, I think you're onto something. You wannna use the idea yourself? It's a pretty good one."

"Nope, I'm not a book writer. It's all yours. Watch yourself though. I know you think it's a businesslike place and all, but it could be a slippery slope..."

———————

Kaley thought long and hard about the book idea. Some days she liked it, some days she thought it was the craziest thing ever. She finally decided to call Tucker and see if she could get a meeting with him to discuss it. He agreed and she went to his office a few days later.

"Well as I said when you were here before, local publicity's not the best thing for my business," Tucker said. He was sitting behind his desk, leaning on the arm of the chair with his chin in his hand. "We kinda like being ignored."

"I'm not talking about publicizing you. Everything would be anonymous — your name, the name of the studio, the city it's in. I'd interview your amateur women before and after, totally anonymous, and only if they're interested, of course. I'd talk to the men too. I think it would make a fascinating book. If you're right about all the women having a good time here, you'd have nothing to worry about as far as an exposé or anything like that. And I'm willing to cut you in for a percentage of the profits, in exchange for access. It's not a story I can write without your help. I mean I could try, but it wouldn't be nearly as interesting, and I probably wouldn't bother."

"And you're only interested in the interracial aspect?"

"Yes, that's the hook for the book I think."

"Yeah, I can see that," Tucker said. "I take it you're interested in that side of things?"

Kaley sat silent and blushed. Stop blushing you fucking idiot! she screamed to herself.

"Listen Kaley, you're gonna have to get used to everyone speaking pretty freely around here. If you're into black cocks that's cool. Lots of women are. It's not a big deal. And you're gonna have to get used to callin' a cock a cock and a pussy a pussy. If you interview one of these gals and you ask how the oversized, dark-colored penis felt in her vaginal opening she's gonna laugh at you."

"Yeah," Kaley chuckled. "It might take a little getting used to, but I can see that, yeah."

"So I like the idea," Tucker said. "We'll have to write up a contract of course. Keep it all legal. And I really don't know how much luck you'll have with the women. A lot of 'em are doin' this under the radar, and you're a well known news reporter. It might take some convincing to make 'em realize it's truly confidential and anonymous.

"Yes, I've thought of that. But I'm pretty good at making people feel comfortable. I'm excited! We're really doing this?"

"Sure. Let's go for it," Tucker said. "I gotta warn you though, I'm gonna write some stuff into that contract that's gonna protect me. Maybe even a final approval before you publish. Is that all right?"

"You know, I think it is. Worse comes to worse it'll all be great practice for me to write the next book. I'm sure you realize by now I'm a beginner as far a book writing goes. Journalism school taught me a lot though, and creative writing was always my best class, ever since high school. I've been wanting to delve into it seriously for years."

"Yeah, you'll be good at it. I can tell. I'm a good reader of people. So, I'll call my lawyer in the morning and we'll get the legal shit outta the way. You can start soon," Tucker said.

"Thank you!" Kaley said. A whole new world was just around the corner.

———————

"So what's the plan," Jenn said at the bar. She had a look in her eyes that questioned the motive behind Kaley's book.

"Lots of interviews. If they're nervous about their anonymity they probably won't want me to record them, so lots of note taking."

"You're talkin' to the guys too, right?"

"Yeah. All sides of the story."

"Up close and personal with big black porn stars. Sounds cozy," Jenn said with a knowing smile.

"You have a dirty mind."

"And you don't? You're doin' a whole book about big black cocks Kaley. I'm not sayin' it's bad, just don't fool yourself."

"I know. I'm wicked. It's journalism though, isn't it?"

"So far," Jenn laughed. "Don't worry. I won't give away your secrets."

———————

"So, interracial," Tucker said, wrapping his head around the book idea again when Kaley showed up for her first extended visit. "Let me introduce you to one of the other guys."

"I've met Dante. You have others?" she asked. Her excited curiosity was obvious.

"Yeah, three. There's Dante, there's Jamar — he's one of my photographers but he does some work in front of the camera occasionally, and Afreeka. He's the newest. Good though. He worked out West before he came here. He's not here today, but Jamar is. He's workin' the cameras today. I've got a bunch of white guys too, but those three are my black studs. Don't worry, they don't mind me callin' 'em that."

Kaley had a notebook in hand, and looked nervous. A day off from working the news beat had never been quite so exciting.

"So the woman, she knows I'm going to be here?" Kaley asked as they walked out of Tucker's office.

"Yup. I figured that was best. People know what you look like, and I didn't want to freak her out if she just saw you here, you know?"

"Oh, yeah. Good idea."

"She'll be here early and agreed to sit down with you before and after."

"Great. This is going smoothly, thanks to you."

They rounded a corner and walked onto the set that would be used that day. Just a simple bed surrounded by lights and cameras.

"Jamar, this is Kaley. She'll be around quite a bit over the next few weeks."

"Hi Kaley!" Jamar said. His huge smile lit up the room. "I'm a big fan! I watch you guys whenever I can. You've got the cutest girls of all the stations."

"Oh, well thanks Jamar. It's nice to meet you," Kaley said. Her eyes twinkled as she took in the tall man. A lot thinner than Dante, but wow, he was handsome! And that smile!




Tucker's Studio Ch. 05



After a nice chat with Jamar the woman of the day showed up. Kaley gave her the name 'Lisa' in her notes. The two of them sat in an unused office that Tucker had set up for Kaley to use.

"The much too obvious question is why are you doing this?" Kaley asked Lisa. "You've never done porn before, have you?"

"No, not really," Lisa said. "It's a present for my husband, for his birthday. We swing a little, and he's been after me to get with a black guy. He likes to watch, you know? He wants to just put an ad on Craigslist, but that scares me. I don't know, it shouldn't I guess. One of the girls we know — you know, she and her husband? She did this. Tucker found her somehow, I don't know how. So she told me about it and I thought, there's a good present for Johnny."

"So it'll be your first time with a black man?"

"Yeah. I mean...not the first time I thought about it. That was...high school I guess. The black guys back then, they were...sorta, I dunno, like forbidden fruit, ya know what I mean? I'm not sayin' they were fruity or nothin'..."

"Did any of your friends ever have a relationship with a black man?"

"No. Nothin' like that."

"So are you nervous about having sex in front of cameras?"

"Oh fuck no. I do that all the time," Lisa laughed. "Johnny's obsessed with filmin' me, and when we're swingin' with groups and shit there's always video bein' shot. Phone cameras and shit, ya know? Fuck, I'm all over the internet. It's all crappy quality, and most people'll never see it, but it's out there. I love it."

"So what do you think today will be like?"

"I'm hopin' it's a fuckin' huge cock. I love big ones, but I never had a huge one. You know what I mean? You ever have one?"

"No, not really," Kaley said uncomfortably.

"You should try it," Lisa said. "A girl your size, wow. I wouldn't mind seein' that."

A half-hour later Lisa got her huge one. Dante left her stunned, with her hole gaping, just like the videos Kaley watched at night. A small animal could have crawled in there after Dante pulled out. 

Kaley was stunned too. It was the first time she'd ever watched real people fuck, and it was an incredibly intense experience for her. There were times when she could barely breath, and other times when she was breathing so loud she was sure the crew could hear her. She'd seen plenty of big black cock videos, but Dante's cock in person was something to behold. It was almost otherworldly, the kind of thing a comic book superhero would have between his legs. It took her breath away, and made her gasp more than once. Tucker saw her reaction and smiled. After the wild session, with Lisa still in her robe, Kaley interviewed her again.

"So, that was...pretty hot. Is that the massive understatement I think it is?" Kaley asked.

"Shit honey," Lisa said. She was almost groggy, drunk from the afterglow of huge cock. "You ever had a big one?" she said dreamily. She was so out of it she didn't even remember she'd asked that question before.

"Uh...so...was it what you expected?" Kaley asked.

"Fuck yeah! I expected to get the shit fucked outta me. Fuck yeah...Dante... he did it. Holy shit..."

"Did the fact that he was black change the experience?"

"Are you not payin' attention honey?" Lisa said, still sort of out of it. "Yeah it made a difference! That fuckin' man just killed me. I wanna die again..."

"Do you think your husband will like his present?"

"Fuck if I care," Lisa said, still struggling to put words together. "That...that was all for me. He'll like it, yeah, but shit...that was all for me. Jesus...I gotta get me a man like that. Fuck!"

A little later Kaley caught up with Dante. He was dressed in his street clothes, just about to leave.

"So what'd you think of Lisa?"

"Oh, yeah, she was good," he said nonchalantly.

"Just routine?"

"No, she was fun. Yeah, nice pussy. Good mouth too. She's got some experience."

"Does age affect how you feel about a scene partner? She was what, forty-five maybe?"

"Yeah, somethin' like that maybe. A little ragged around the edges, but, I dunno, she had somethin'. Sexy, like she knows about gettin' wild. I like that. No, age doesn't matter much."

"So you had a good time?"

"Always do."

"Did you enjoy the fact that she was white? I mean, does that enter into it for you? Do you like...fucking white girls?"

"I like fuckin' girl girls. But yeah, I know what you mean. Sure, white girls are hot. They're like, somethin' different from what I'm used to growin' up, ya know? Somethin' about that pink flesh..."

Kaley was almost trembling as she stood there questioning Dante. Pink flesh. She had that. She wanted to ask him how it felt stuffing something so big into something much smaller, but she didn't. She could barely get the few questions out that she asked him. She hoped it would get easier when she got more used to things.

———————

"You watched them?" Jenn said. "I don't know why, but I didn't think you'd be doing that. Holy shit Kaley! What was it like?"

"I can't even put it into words. Believe me, I've been trying. I'm supposed to be writing a book, so I sorta have to," Kaley laughed. "It was the oddest experience of my life. I saw the beauty and the emotional power of sex. It was like a whole new thing. What was going on there couldn't have been more different from what it feels like to have my own little sexual dalliances. It was so different I suddenly feel like I've never even had sex before."

"All right. Patiently waiting. Dante?"

"Oh. God Jenn. He's like..."

"Speechless huh? That's not what I need right now. Describe! Describe!"

"So he's a semi-pro football player. Used to be pro. Not like one of the fat ones though. He's so...sculpted. Masculine. Beyond masculine. He's really black. Super dark, you know? Really beautiful. And his voice! It's so deep, it kind off vibrates your insides when he talks."

"So how big is it?" Jenn asked. She was hanging on every word, but dying to hear about his cock.

"Huge! What's bigger than huge? God Jenn, it's just the most amazing thing. The most amazing sight. When Lisa had her little hands on it...she gave him this two handed hand-job, you know? I couldn't even breathe."

"God, I can't imagine being there watching it all."

"Remind me and I'll email you a link so you can see him."

"Do I want too? Will I turn into a Dante craving slut, prowling the streets of the warehouse district just to get a glimpse of him?"

"Yes, you want to. You gotta see him Jenn. You just gotta!"

"Tell me about the woman. What was she like?"

"So ordinary. Well I guess not so ordinary — she's a swinger. The video's a gift for her husband. But she pretty much admitted it was really just something she wanted to do. Her first black guy. She was nothin' special to look at. No different than lots of my mom's friends. So weird."

"So did you get horny watching them?"

"Let's just say next time I'm gonna bring some dry underwear to change into after."

———————

Three days of covering routine news stories and one gruesome car crash had shifted Kaley's head back to reality. She'd looked over her notes a few times, and wondered if the whole book idea was stupid. The majority of what she'd written was her own impressions of what it was like to be there and watch porn being made. That would be part of the book, but she'd hoped for more insight from the participants, especially the women. She'd need to be patient, she guessed, to get to the point where she'd have enough material to start crafting a book.

Tucker called her on her cell phone. He was putting together a session with Afreeka and a woman named Annie. Kaley found a coworker to trade work shifts with her and showed up at the studio the next day.

Annie was a stage name. She'd worked for Tucker off and on for years, a married woman who used a disguise — a wig, glasses and lots of makeup — to keep her double life going. Kaley was fascinated.

"So you're married, and your husband doesn't know about this?"

"Yeah," Annie said sheepishly. "Two kids in school today. I know it's horrible, but the first time sorta changed somethin' in me. And at the time I thought my marriage was on the rocks. That's better now, but yeah, I'm a bad girl. I probably shouldn't be talking to you about it."

"So how many scenes have you done over the years?"

"Oh gosh, maybe...twenty?"

"Wow! I could write a whole book about you!" Kaley said. "So my main focus is the interracial thing. This isn't your first time with that, is it?"

"Oh gosh no! I don't know, maybe six times? I love it."

"Dante? Afreeka? Jamar?"

"Yeah, all of 'em," Annie said with a laugh. "They're all so nice, and they fuck so good. 

"Have you ever been with a black man in your real life?"

"Oh. Should I tell you? Yeah I guess. If we're talkin' about this that won't matter much. Yeah, I've been with two black guys. One of 'em's an electrician who came to fix somethin' at the house. The other one still kinda surprises me. I was drivin' through the near east side, you know, where all the projects are? There was this guy, real tall and big, just walkin' down the sidewalk. I pulled over and said hi. I still don't know why I did it. Next thing you know I'm walkin' with him down these graffiti covered hallways in this big cement block building. It was real sad lookin' in there. We go into this apartment. All it had in the front room was an old vinyl couch and a little TV. Some pizza boxes and beer cans layin' around the floor. He looks around like he's lookin' to see if someone's home, takes me to this real dark bedroom and we fucked for an hour or more. I walked out into the light — it was the middle of the day — and got sorta lost tryin' to find my car. All those buildings look the same, you know? People were lookin' at me funny, like what's this suburban white lady doin' here? I was wonderin' that myself."

"So that whole episode was because the man was black? Would you have pulled over if he was a white guy?"

"No, I don't think I would have. Black cocks are special. Although Tucker's got some white guys here that fuck just as good. But yeah, that guy in the projects, there was just somethin' about him, ya know? Big and dark and...exotic, I guess that's the word."

"So today you're with Afreeka. I haven't met him yet. Tell me about him."

"Oh my gosh! He's not as tall as Dante and Jamar, but he's still probably six-one, six-two maybe. His arms and shoulders and chest are covered in black tattoos. I mean covered! It makes him look like an animal or somethin', like reptile skin, ya know? It just makes me crazy! I've been with him twice, once alone and once in a threeway with Dante."

"Two black men? Was that a special fantasy of yours?" 

"Oh sure. Yeah, I mean...you don't think about any of that stuff?"

Kaley smiled but didn't answer. She was proud of herself for not blushing at Annie's personal question. The whole surreal situation was getting easier, and the interview was going well. Maybe she'd get a real book out of it after all.

Marsha came to get Annie and get her ready for the shoot. Kaley worked on her notes a bit before she wandered into the studio. Jamar was setting up the cameras and adjusting the lights.

"Miss Kaley!" he said in his smooth Caribbean accent. "I didn't know you were here today!"

"Hi Jamar. So do you work every day?"

"Pretty much, yeah. It's a good job. Boss is nice."

"How often are you in front of the camera doing scenes?"

"Oh, not too often. Once a month maybe."

"So you know my book's about the interracial thing, right? Have all your scenes been with white women?"

"Most of 'em, yeah."

"So tell me about white girls," Kaley said with a mischievous smile.

"Ha ha!" Jamar laughed. "Tell you about white girls? I will if you tell me about black men!"

Kaley blushed. So much for getting beyond that kind of embarrassment!

"Does the 'big black cock' fascination amuse you guys?" Kaley asked, trying to act professional.

"A little bit maybe. Not every black man has one you know!" Jamar laughed. "It sure helps when it comes to picking up girls though, that you all think we do!"

"When you pick up girls do you think about race, or doesn't that enter into it?"

"I don't really think about it. Pretty girls are pretty girls, you know? I have a girlfriend though, so I don't do any picking up these days."

"Oh you do? What does she think about your job?"

"She's okay with it. But yeah, she's black, and when I do a scene she always assumes it'll be with a white girl. She makes fun of me about that," Jamar chuckled.

Afreeka came out of his dressing room with Chip, the male stylist. The scene that day was a massage parlor, with Annie as the masseuse and Afreeka as the client. He was dressed in a white robe, so Kaley couldn't see too much of him, but she could see the tattoos on his chest. His neck was covered with them too. There was a thin covering of black hair on his head, and a thin, stylized goatee on his masculine face.

"You must be our book writer," he said as he swaggered in, as confident as a man can ever be. "I'm Afreeka."

Kaley's lungs tightened. She could hardly breathe. He was an extraordinary specimen of a man, and she was just moments away from seeing him in all his hard cock glory, fucking a suburban housewife. Jesus, this was some crazy shit she was in the middle of! 

"Hi. I'm Kaley," she said after an awkward pause.

"Watch out Afreeka!" Jamar said, his big smile beaming. "She's gonna get you to tell all your secrets!"

"What type a secrets you lookin' for Hot Stuff?"

Kaley couldn't believe her ears. Hot Stuff? Did he really just call me that? And with that look in his eye? God, I think I'm getting wet!

"I'm, uh, writing a book on interracial porn, from the woman's perspective mostly."

"Are you the woman?" he said, the look in his eye still solidly there.

"No. Just interviewing the...ones who..."

"The ones we fuck, Hot Stuff? Yeah, you can say it. We fuckin' machines, right Jamar." He slapped hands with Jamar and laughed.

Jamar felt bad for Kaley. He could see she was nervous and didn't know how to handle Afreeka just yet.

"So, Kaley," Jamar said, "let me show you the first shot set-up and how the camera sees things."

Kaley was relieved. The sexual tension she felt with Afreeka was unlike anything she'd known. A strange combination of fear and desire that made her dizzy. She walked to Jamar's side and Afreeka sat down on a folding chair, slouched way back with his legs spread, the white robe open all the way to his crotch, his cock tantalizingly visible in the dark shadow. Afreeka knew what he was doing. He was on a mission to mess with the pretty newsgirl's head.

—

"Cut!" Tucker yelled. Afreeka had just pulverized Annie's pussy, and she lay reeling. "Jamar, shift over here. I wanna get a different angle on this. Annie, you okay honey?"

"Fuck!" she whispered, barely able to speak. She was holding her pussy with both hands, the look on her face halfway between pain and ecstasy. "What the fuck Af, you trying to kill me today?"

Afreeka looked smug, like he was trying to prove something to the little white newsgirl watching from her chair. He shot Kaley a look that gave her a chill.

"Af, my man, go easier," Tucker said. "No need to impress anybody. We all know you're the best. Same position, all right? Just take it down a notch. Ready Annie?"

"Yeah," she said. She was still on her back, and pulled her legs up again, holding the inside of her knees with her hands. Afreeka slipped his big monster in and they were right back at it, Annie cranked up to screaming stage in no time flat. She loved it, pain and all. You could see it clear as day on her face.

It was hard for Kaley to tell when Annie's orgasms started and stopped, because the whole thing looked like one long one. She could see why Tucker had hired her after her first amateur scene. She really was good in front of the cameras. Really good. A suburban housewife gone completely, deliciously wild.

Afreeka, he was like a force of nature. By the time the day was over Kaley didn't know if she was terrified or horny. She audibly gasped at the big finish, when he pulled out of Annie's voracious mouth and plastered her face with a half-pint of goo. He came with such force Kaley could hear the splatter. She was too intimidated to ask him any questions after, but Annie stopped by to answer a few after she'd had a quick shower. She looked like a completely different person out of her wig and glasses and makeup. She was a suburban mom again.

"Was that typical of your experience doing scenes here, or was it somehow different because of the interracial aspect?" 

"Oh that was different. He's an animal, isn't he? Those tattoos give him that menacing look, and then he just takes you and...takes you. God I love it!"

"Do you orgasm more with a really big cock like that?"

"Fuck yeah! I've heard women say it doesn't help them, but me? Fuck yeah. I never stop cummin' when I'm with a guy that big. He knew it to. He really pushed the fuckin' limits. God almighty!"

"Do you feel like you have control when you're doing a scene? I mean, there seemed to be times when he might have been going beyond what you may have wanted."

"No, it was okay. It was right on the edge, but that's kinda as good as it gets, right? I mean it's like you're in the middle of an endless orgasm. Who wants to stop that? And Tucker's there. I trust him. He's keepin' an eye on things."

"So now, back to your family?"

"You think I'm awful don't you. There's no sex at home, if that helps you to understand. This'll hold me for a while, and then I'll give Tucker a call, and I'll be back."

———————

"Holy shit!" Jenn said. "Her husband doesn't know!"

Jenn and Kaley were sitting at a quiet picnic table behind the NewsChannel 4 studio, sipping coffee.

"Not a clue I guess. She's got kids too, a nine and a twelve-year-old. They were in school when she was doing her scene."

"That's fucked up!"

Kaley told Jenn how Afreeka messed with her head, and about Annie's day in the ghetto with the black man on the street. 

"The whole thing's fucked up Cate," Jenn said. "I wish I hadn't ever suggested you do this."

"Why? It's fascinating. You wouldn't want a book idea to be boring, would you?"

"No but, I don't like you hanging around with those people. You're so..."

"Boring and conservative compared to them?" Kaley said. "I know, but that gives me a good counterpoint. I think so differently than they seem to."

"So what's next?"

"Tucker has another first-time amateur lined up, and a scene with one of his older pros named Molly."

—

A week later, with those two interviews under her belt and a full notebook of notes, Kaley started spending her nights at her computer keyboard, trying to craft a story. Each night ended in frustration, and each night she relieved it with her vibrator. She was getting nowhere with the book.

A few days later, when she had a morning off, she stopped by the studio to interview Tucker, thinking his perspective on things might give her some insight. After a while the conversation turned to the difficult time she was having with the actual book writing.

"I don't know much about these things," Tucker said, "but maybe you just need to hang around more and talk to more people."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Kaley said. "I've always been sort of an impatient person. Shortcut was my nickname in high school," she laughed.

"I know a shortcut to the real story," Tucker said, with a little smile. "Maybe it's the only way."

"What's that," Kaley said, bracing herself for what she knew was coming.

"Being in your business, you must enjoy being on camera."

"Yeah, with my clothes on!" Kaley said. She had a smile on her face, and she didn't know why.




Tucker's Studio Ch. 05



"Why don't you do a scene. You can pick your guy, the crew knows you, everybody's comfortable..."

Ever since Kaley had first walked into his studio Tucker had been hoping for a turn of events that would allow him to make the proposition. He'd admired her on the news since she came to town, imagining her out of those slightly sexy dresses she wore on camera, picturing a cock in her hand instead of the microphone. He was just doing his usual scouting, but most of the men in the city that watched her station were doing the same mental undressing.

"You know that would ruin my career, right?"

"We've got wigs and glasses," Tucker smiled.

"No thank you Mr. Sims," Kaley said. She was still smiling, secretly delighted he'd asked her, but firm in her answer. "Can we get back to book writing now?"

Two days later, after two restless nights, Kaley called Tucker. At first she danced around the idea, but then she finally dove in and asked the big question.

"How much would it cost to buy a session if I don't want the video released?" she asked.

"For you Kaley? I like you, and you were very fair about the Louise Brookfield thing, so I'll give you the studio time on me, no charge, if you pay the talent and the crew. For a two hour session with a guy and three crew...a thousand should cover it. I hope you realize what a screamin' deal that is."

"How about two men?" Kaley asked. She was shocked it had slipped out of her subconscious and across the phone lines. She was glad Tucker couldn't see the look on her face.

"I happen to know Jamar's got a little crush on you. I'm guessing he'll work cheap," Tucker said. 

"Set it up. Dante and Jamar. Let me know the time." 

She hung up without waiting for an answer, her heart pounding in her throat. Deep breaths didn't help. Her heart just pounded, and pounded, and pounded.

———————

"Tell us what you saw on the night of the murder, Mr. Black," Kaley asked, her professional news voice switched on.

She was holding a microphone, dressed in one of her usual on-camera dresses. Tucker had asked her to wear it. He'd had fun coming up with the script, playing up the newswoman angle. He was working the cameras himself, shooting the whole thing with a documentary feel, like actual news footage. He was planning on playing that up even more in the editing.

"Yeah, I was here that night," Dante said. "Didn't see nothin' though."

"Mr. Black, you told me on the phone you were a witness to the murder," Kaley said into the microphone. She moved it in front of Dante for his answer.

"Nope. Just wanted to see you in person sweetheart."

"Shut it down Jamar. We're done here," she said, looking into the camera.

"Keep that camera rollin Jamar. Jamar's a friend of mine," Dante said, his deep voice rumbling smoothly. "You know you the finest of all them news girls?" Dante pulled her to him roughly and kissed her as his big hand palmed her round tit.

"Mr. Black! Stop this! Jamar!"

"Yeah, that's right," Dante said. His other hand pushed up Kaley's dress and squeezed her silk-panty covered ass. "Jamar wants some too."

The huge man kissed her again as his fingers found her pussy. Her distress turned to short moans in Dante's mouth, sounding halfway between fear and desire. Jamar walked toward Kaley from behind the camera. Dante handed her off to him.

"Jamar, what the hell! We work together!" Kaley said, just before Jamar's lips locked on to hers.

Dante ripped her dress open like it was made of paper and Kaley screamed into Jamar's mouth. Suddenly, the play-acting was over. She was right in the middle of the story she was trying to tell, in a way she never dreamed she would be — her favorite dress in shreds, her body electric, two black men towering over her, about to take her whether she really wanted it or not. That was the thing that shocked her the most — she still wasn't sure. 

A moaning, masculine mouth on her pussy pulled her farther along toward the answer. She wanted Dante to keep doing that, that was for sure! It felt good! She'd never had two mouths on her before, one kissing and one licking. It was kinda freakin' awesome!

Jamar took off her bra and lowered her to a couch. The toplessness shocked her into reality for a moment and she glanced into the darkness at Tucker and Marsha and Chip. They looked calm and reassuring. Jamar pulled off her panties as she watched Dante open his pants. All right, what the fuck, she thought, this is getting real! Dante's pants were off and Jamar had settled in between Kaley's legs, feasting on pretty pink newsgirl pussy. Before she could get her wits about her Dante's spongy monster was in her mouth.

Fuck! she thought. It's not even hard and I can barely get my lips around it! Jesus Christ, Jamar knows what to lick! Holy fuck! Here we go!

Dante picked her up, right off the ground, and placed her over the back of the couch. A big hand went through her wetness from behind. She knew it was time, and closed her eyes.

Dante pressed his hardening shaft into her. To Kaley it felt crazy. Crazy huge. Crazy to be there, doing what she was doing. Crazy wow as it started to fill her full. Crazy deep. Crazy that it wasn't even all the way in yet! Holy fuckin' shit! God no! It can't be! That big! That deep!

"Fuck!...Me!" she screamed as Dante started to thrust.

God he loved little pink girls! They were like candy when they were naked. Sweet, sugary candy. Fucking a Channel 4 newsgirl's succulent little pussy was the sweetest thing yet!

Kaley's mouth was open as wide as her eyes as Dante's fucking picked up in intensity. 

"Fuckin' give it to me!" she said, not a trace of news voice left, just a breathy, almost growlingly sexy voice of lust.

She reached for Jamar's cock. Into her mouth it went. The white-meat spit-roast was starting to cook. It only took twenty seconds or so for the heat to start rising within her, and not long after that an orgasm took her, Dante's slithering monster driving her body to a kind of wild, unbridled release that nearly scared her. She'd never in her life felt out of control before, and there it was, a feeling of pure, out-of-control energy that she couldn't — and didn't want to — do anything about.

Kaley nearly laughed when she came back to reality. She did chuckle a little, in a chuffing, 'I can't speak' kind of way. 

"Jesus!" she whispered when the men switched places.

She gobbled up the sticky taste of herself on Dante and Jamar sank himself into her hot, wet pussy.

"Oh yeah baby!" Jamar said as he went deep. "You're fuckin' beautiful! You like our black cocks baby?"

"Mmm hmm," she moaned onto her mouthful of Dante. "Fuckin' huge," she mumbled. "God it's so deep..."

Jamar fucked her for a good long time, the heat slowly building...building...building, until Kaley erupted once again, her head thrown back, a long, gargley groan emanating from her depths. Oh yeah, she said to her self. Oh fuckin'yeah!

Dante sat on the couch and slouched to the point of being almost flat, his long legs way out on the floor. Kaley straddled him and sunk down on the big cock, both of them so slippery the massive thing went in like a dream. She rode him like a slutty porn star, her tits bouncing with a mind all their own. Jamar sat on the arm of the couch, stroking his own cock, smiling at Channel 4's best reporter as she let herself go wild. He was amazed at how little time it took her to transform, from nervous to fucking free. Something about Tucker's studio did that to women. He'd seen it time and time again.

Kaley, too, thought about it for a moment, when she saw Jamar watching her. 'What the fuck am I doing?', and 'oh my God I love this!' were the two thoughts swirling wildly in her head. It was a wickedly powerful mental cocktail, and she bounced even harder on the monster cock as yet another orgasm built, this one a quiet, slow burn that made her toes curl. 

She needed to feel the glorious sticky heat of Dante's orgasm-maker in her mouth again, so she dropped to her knees between his legs. She took in the sight of her two small hands stroking the huge, slippery black hunk of meat and then she inhaled it into her mouth. After some desperately hungry slurping and she was up again. She lay herself down on her side with Dante behind her, spread her legs wide and he slid in again. She watched and was amazed at how her sloppy pussy devoured the big cock, balls deep in one thrust. Her eyes rolled. Jamar put one knee on the couch next to her head and offered her what she wanted. Full at both ends again. Yeah, she liked that.

Dante was slapping into her pink sweetness when Afreeka strutted onto the set, already naked, his swollen cock hanging like a club between his big, tattooed thighs. Kaley couldn't believe he was there. Afreeka? Three huge black cocks? God almighty, they're gonna gang-bang me!

Tucker had debated on whether to include Afreeka. He didn't want to ambush Kaley, but when he'd called to tell her the time for the shoot he'd asked about Afreeka and she'd acted strange. There was definitely a fascination there, a deep curiosity, and that was what the whole interracial thing was all about. At least that's the way Tucker saw it. He figured if she really wanted to write the story of it she needed to go all the way. He could tell that Afreeka, in Kaley's eyes, was all the way.

Dante pulled out after building to a furious pummeling that made Kaley scream. Afreeka grabbed her legs, pivoted her around the opposite way and pulled her ass up onto the arm of the couch. Dante held her arms down on the cushion. Afreeka spread her legs wide and rammed his cock in.

"Little white girl wanna be fucked?" he said, thrusting hard as Kaley screamed. "Little fuckin' newsgirl wanna be fucked like a motherfucker?" 

Two more hard thrusts and he was home, each thrust after that pounding hard against her, rattling her bones. Her screams turned into something different, still loud and visceral, but giving away her pleasure. The pounding was violent, yes, but it was magnificent. She came again, wild and so wet, maybe even squirting which she'd never done before, and her mind went to mush.

Afreeka pulled out and Jamar went in. Kaley was lost in a heavenly dream. Afreeka took over the head spot from Dante, holding Kaley's arms as he tea-bagged her mouth with his cock, pinning her head to the cushion. He fucked her mouth till she gagged, her face bright red.

"Yeah, little newsgirl. Take that fuckin' cock!"

Jamar was in deep, and God he felt good! Kaley couldn't believe how long and deep and smooth his cock felt as it plunged to the very core of her. He was gentle and loving, the complete opposite of Afreeka's violent, pounding thrusts. She was surprised how much she liked Afreeka's almost brutal style, but Jamar, yes! Her pussy responded and a warm, gushing orgasm swept through her without warning.

"Little newsgirl cummin'?" Afreeka said. "Yeah, little newsgirl cummin'! Big black cock make you cum!"

His cock was still stuffed in Kaley's mouth, muffling her crying moans. Tears rolled down the sides of her face from the beautiful intensity of it all. She was lost in the rawest, most intense sex of her life, and she fuckin' loved it.

Dante put his hand on Jamar's shoulder and switched places with him, sinking his massive shaft balls deep. His technique was halfway between Jamar's sweetness and Afreeka's roughness, and Kaley loved that too.

"Fuck me!" she said quietly but forcefully through clenched teeth. "Yeah!...Fuck me!...Fuck me!"

Dante did. With her ass up on the couch the way it was, her head and tits were lower, and gravity did wonderful things to her smooth round tits. They flailed wildly as Dante's fucking reached epic levels.

"Fuck!...Oh Yeah!" she screamed.

"Yeah! Little newsgirl! You fuckin' now baby!" Afreeka said as he watched.

Kaley's long extended scream went down in pitch, like a slide trombone, as a massive orgasm melted her insides. It was the crescendo of the session, and it felt to Kaley like heaven and earth collided in a massive explosion. Afreeka and Jamar were primed and ready, Dante pulled out, and three gushers splattered the writhing, wildly orgasmic girl with cum.

When Tucker thought she'd recovered enough to speak, he gave everyone a signal. Dante plunged back deep inside her, Afreeka sat down next to her and Jamar walked around behind the couch. Kaley, breathing hard, head still spinning, reached for the two men's cocks, one in each hand, looked into the camera and spoke in a breathless voice...

"Reporting live from the East Side...Kaley Newman...NewsChannel 4." 

There was a moment of silence before everyone erupted in laughter. Everyone except Kaley. She was silent, taking in the good vibes with a look of surprised wonder on her sweaty, mascara stained, cum spattered face. She'd lived her fantasy and she still couldn't quite believe it.

———————

"I knew it. I fuckin' knew it," Jenn said when Kaley told her about her on-camera experience. "I woulda done the same thing. My God though, all three of 'em?"

"I only expected two. Tucker surprised me with Afreeka."

"He's the scary one, right? Oh my God," Jenn said. "So what now? Aren't you worried someone will say something?"

"Tucker made them all sign a confidentiality agreement. He says he's done it before a few times. From what I understand someone from local government brought his wife in for a birthday present. But yeah, I'm a little nervous about it. I get the only copy of the video when he's done editing it. It'll be pretty funny when one of my relatives finds it when I die," Kaley laughed.

"Three huge black guys," Jenn said, shaking her head. "I can't even imagine. Can I see the video when it's done?"

"You want to?" Kaley said, sounding surprised. "I don't know Jenn."

"Yeah, you'll show me. We'll have too many drinks some night and you'll be on the big screen screamin' for black dick. Did you scream?"

"Oh God did I scream! Silence was not an option."

———————

Kaley's book — Black Me! Black Me hard! An Insider's Story of Interracial Recreational Sex and BBC porn — came out a year later and cracked the bestseller's list. She wrote it without anyone knowing except Jenn. Not even her boyfriend knew. She'd met him soon after her wild foursome at Tucker's, a handsome graduate student from Cameroon, with a tall, soccer player's body and dark ebony skin. You know what they say — once you go black...



Tucker's Studio Ch. 06



I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

———————

The Suburban Friends



"You did what!"

"Amateur porn. You know the stuff — a nervous looking woman with a professional porn guy. A lot of times the guy's cheesy but my guy was super hot."

"Wait a minute, let me get this straight. You made a real porn? Something other people have seen?"

"Yeah. It's on a website. I'm not tellin' you where though."

The conversation was taking place in a hot tub, on the back deck of a suburban home. Two men and two women, lounging in their bathing suits in the bubbly water, with cocktails in their hands. The women were doing the talking, but the men were fascinated too.

"All right, what the fuck, that's just..." Kelly shook her head in disbelief. "I don't believe it. You're gonna have to show me or I don't believe it."

"No way!" her friend Dawn laughed.

"I think you're outta luck Kelly," Dawn's husband Scott said. "I've been trying forever. She won't show me."

"How did it even happen?" Kelly asked Dawn. 

"A guy saw me at a party. I was dressed kinda slutty, and he gave me his card."

"And you did it? Just like that?"

"He led with a modeling spiel. He wasn't really lying, but when I got there it didn't take long to see what he was angling for. It was all really low key. I just got swept up in it. It was kinda awesome."

"Fuck!" Kelly said, still not quite believing the wild story. "Were you guys together then?" she asked Scott.

"No, it was before we met," he said. "You were between guys, right honey?"

"Yeah. A real dry spell," Dawn said. "A pornstar fuck seemed like a fun idea."

"Jesus!" Kelly said quietly. "Can you believe this honey?" she asked her husband Jon.

"Yeah, I kinda can," he said, winking at Dawn.

Dawn smiled shyly. There was always sexual tension between her and her friend's good-looking husband. The wink gave her a nice tingle, and her nipples did exactly what she didn't want them to do — they bloomed like soft flowers under the thin, clingy cotton of her bikini top. Jon's cock swelled when he saw them. He was glad the bubbly water was hiding things, but his wife knew what was happening.

"Down boy," Kelly said with a knowing smile. "You don't get to see it when I find it."

"You won't find it," Dawn said, shaking her head. There was a delicious smirk on her lips. "I'd never have mentioned it if I thought you would.

The talk of pornstar fucking had certainly amped-up the vibe in the hot tub. The two couples were usually a bit frisky after they'd had a few drinks — in a mild, suburban kind of way — but the conversation that evening was way beyond the usual.

"So nobody you know has ever seen it?" Kelly asked. "I mean, you got away with it? How can you do something like that and keep it secret?"

"Sounds like you wanna do it too," Dawn said, smirking again.

"No!" Kelly said. "That's crazy!"

"No, it's not," Dawn said. "You could do it."

—

Later that night Kelly and Jon were making love in their bedroom. Spending time in the hot tub with their friends had been flirty and fun, especially with Dawn giving up her secret about making a porn. It was the first time the two couples had been in the new hot tub together, with hard nipples making themselves known and some surreptitious rubbing of boners under the bubbly water. The touching stayed within the couples of course — nothing of a swapping nature happened, but it was all very exciting for the somewhat conservative Kelly, and she let her horniness out on Jon in the bedroom that night.

"Oh fuck!" she said breathily as she rode him. Jon was flat on his back and Kelly was up cowgirl, something she rarely did. She had beautiful big tits, but she didn't like them much, so she was usually down low when she was girl-on-top. Jon was delighted with the change.

"God you're beautiful!" he said as his horny wife rode and her tits bounced.

She rode with her eyes closed. It was another change Jon noticed. After a lovely, noisier than usual orgasm, she cuddled in his arms.

"You must have been thinking about something good," he said.

"What? Oh...just...Dawn and that porn thing," Kelly said, surprised at herself for admitting it.

"Really!" Jon said, surprised. "Does she turn you on?"

"No, it's not that. It's just...so wild. I can't believe she did that."

"Yeah, I must admit it's surprising. Don't tell me my conservative wife's fantasizing about doing it too!" 

"No!...I could never..."

"Dawn seemed to think differently."

"Yeah, well she's...I don't know what you guys think, but to us women, she's got a real relaxed sexiness that we can only dream of. We're all jealous of her."

"So you turn her loose in a little bikini in our new hot tub? Thank you dear."

"Oh, so you liked that did you? I saw you lookin' at her tits," Kelly smiled.

"And Scott was fascinated by yours."

"He was not! Oh my God! Maybe the hot tub was a bad idea."

"Hey, if it heats you up like you were a few minutes ago I'm all for it."

"Oh you are, are ya? You seemed pretty hot too mister," she said, looking devious. "Get behind me. Pretend you're a porn star." Her eyes flared with excitement as she positioned herself on her hands and knees. She'd surprised herself again.

Jon thought about making a wisecrack, but instead he quietly played out Kelly's fantasy, staying silent so she could pretend it was somebody new behind her. He fucked her different to heighten the effect, finishing her more vigorously than usual, his body slapping hard and loud against Kelly's pretty ass as she came. It was a bigger orgasm than any she could remember.

———————

"Dawn? Hi, it's Jon," he said into his cellphone." I hope you don't mind me calling. I got your number off Kelly's phone when she was in the shower."

"Really! I'm intrigued!" she said. Jon could hear the smile in her voice.

"I wanted to ask you about the porn thing. I'm hoping to get Kelly to do it."

"Wow, that is big!" Dawn said. "But I'll be honest with you Jon, I don't think she'll do it. You know her way better than me though. Is this just a hopeful fantasy of yours, or is there a glimmer of possibility?"

"There's a glimmer I think. After you guys left we, uh, had a little fun and...she was fantasizing about it. I was surprised she admitted it to me. It was...well, it was fun."

"Fantasy's one thing Jon. Goin' there for real's a whole other thing."

"Yeah, I know. I just thought maybe you could talk about it more with her. It's gotta be real subtle and gentle. Just keep it in her head so the idea can work on her, you know? Who knows what'll come of it. Maybe nothing. I just thought I'd mention it and see if you'd wanna play along."

"Sure Jon, I'll play. Yeah, I know she's shy about stuff, but I think I can draw her out. It'll be fun."

"That's great Dawn. Keep me posted, all right?"

———————

Two weeks later the two couples were sipping cocktails by Dawn and Scott's pool, after a nice meal of grilled shrimp and swordfish. They were all in their bathing suits, lounging in the warm humidity of the midsummer evening. Drinks were emptied, and Jon offered to help Dawn get the refills, anxious for a few minutes alone with her to talk about Kelly and the porn idea.

"I think I'm slowly brainwashing her," Dawn laughed. "I'm trying to make her think it's not all that unusual, and nobody'll see it, and it's fun. It's working I think. Has she mentioned it?"

"No. But she won't, I don't think, until she's ready. I doubt if we'll ever get there, but who knows."

"I think I might show her what I did," Dawn said. "I've never shown it to anybody, or even told anybody except you guys. You think that'd be too much? I don't want to scare her, just when we're getting somewhere."

"Wow. Yeah, I don't know. It's up to you. You're the one inside her head on this. I'm just a patient observer."

—

Another week went by. Kelly went shopping with Dawn on a Saturday afternoon. When she got home Jon was watching golf on the TV. She joined him on the couch, kissed him passionately and started unfastening his clothes.

"What got you all worked up?" Jon smiled.

Kelly just moaned and slurped his rapidly hardening cock into her mouth.

"Don't tell me...you saw Ryan Gosling at the mall," Jon said.

"No," Kelly moaned. "Can't a girl fuck her husband without lots of questions?"

"Fuck away baby. Fuck away..."

After a wild session right there on the living room couch with the front window curtains open, Jon asked again what had sparked her. It was, after all, out of character for Kelly do something so wanton where they might be seen.

"I don't know if I should tell you, but I guess you sort of know about it. Remember last month when Dawn told us about the porn that she made?"

"Yeah, I remember. A guy doesn't forget stuff like that."

"She showed it to me," Kelly said, looking like a kid with a hugely exciting secret.

"Wow! Holy shit! What's it like?"

"Oh my God! It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I guess it's because I know her. That just makes it so much hotter than the usual porn."

"So are you a connoisseur of 'the usual porn'?"

"No! I mean...maybe a little." Kelly blushed.

"Me too. Maybe a little," Jon said.

"Really?" Kelly said. "Maybe we should compare notes."

"So? Dawn?"

"Oh my God! I can't even...God it makes me all crazy. Wanna do me again?"

"Yes. From behind? Like your porn man?"

Kelly's eye's flared with excitement. Jon didn't need anymore of an answer. He fucked her hard, holding both her arms by the elbows. Her big tits flailed wildly as a huge orgasm crashed through her, right there in broad daylight on the living room couch.

———————

Jon called Dawn the next day, from the parking lot at the golf course.

"Hi Jon, what's up?" Dawn said.

"So how'd it go yesterday? I hear you guys got into some visual aids."

"Oh, what'd she say about it? I couldn't really read her."

"She jumped me in the living room as soon as she walked in the door. She's never done that before!"

"Oh good! She was kinda quiet about it. I wasn't sure if it was good quiet or bad quiet. I thought maybe it was good."

"Oh yeah. She was hotter than I've ever seen her. So what do we do now?"

"I don't know. I think it's too soon to just ask her if she wants to do it. Maybe not though. I'll think about it. You serious about this? You really want her to get fucked by somebody else?"

"Yeah, she'll love it. And if she loves it I'll love it."

"Okay. As long as you're sure. I gotta go Jon, I'll talk to you later."

———————

"I hope I didn't freak you out showing you my crazy video the other day," Dawn said. She was sipping coffee in her kitchen with Kelly, snacking on a late morning donut.

"No, not really. I mean, I'm surprised you showed me, but I'm glad...Jon's glad you did," Kelly said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You told him?"

"Yeah, is that all right? I mean I didn't tell him about it, just that you showed me."

"No, it's fine. I trust you guys. So I know you laughed at this before, but you should do it. I swear to God Kell, being in front of the cameras like that was...I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist or anything, but it was off the charts exciting. I mean Scott's a super hot lover, but there was something special about that experience, being with someone new, in front of cameras, with the crew there watching. I've never felt a thrill like that, before or after."

"Why didn't you ever do it again?"

"I met Scott just a few weeks later."

"Do they do couples?"

"Oh, I don't know. Both amateurs you mean? Maybe. Huh..." Dawn said. You could almost see her mind working. "Anyway, I know you think it's nuts, but it's fun to think about, right?"

"Yeah. It's definitely revved up things at home."

"Did it need revving?" Dawn asked. "I mean, you guys look so good together. Jon's a hottie."

"No, it was fine. Just ten-year-old marriage staleness I guess."

"Yeah, I know about that. Scott's really good in bed, and we haven't been together as long as you guys, but yeah, it gets a little stale after a while. Let's make a pact to kick things up a notch or two. None of that boring, middle-age fading sex life for us, okay?"

"Okay sister!" Kelly said.

—

Dawn called Tucker at his studio the next day. She was nervous to break the ice there again, but needed some information to help her formulate a plan she was brewing.

"Dawn! Long time no see!" Tucker said. "What can I do for ya honey?"

"I was wondering if you ever work with groups of amateurs, without any of your pros involved. Me and my husband and another couple were sort of mulling it over."

"A group scene with the four of you? Yeah, that'd work. Everybody's onboard?"

"No. I'm working on it though. I just wanted to check with you and see if it's something you'd be interested in."

"Sure honey. We haven't done anything quite like that before. It'd be kinda fun. Let me know if you can put it together and we'll schedule something. So you're married now, huh? Congrats honey. I hope it's all goin' good."

"Yeah, it is Tucker. Thanks. I'll be in touch I hope, okay?"

"Yeah I hope so too. Take care Dawn."

So, Dawn's plan was at least partly feasible, but getting Scott and Kelly and Jon onboard might take some work. If she didn't find Jon so sexy she probably wouldn't have bothered, but she could almost feel his cock slipping into her in front of the cameras. It was a powerful fantasy, and worth the effort it would take to make it happen.

———————

First up was her hubby. She didn't think it would be too difficult, at least the fucking Kelly part. Dawn had seen the way Scott looked at her. He was a tit man and Kelly's a beautiful woman with fabulous big tits. But getting him to fuck her on camera, for all the world to see, that was another story. Dawn decided it was time to bring out the big guns — she showed him her porn.

"My God Dawn! Fuck you look hot! Jesus!"

So far so good. She pulled out his cock and gave him a nice blow-job while he watched.

"You don't mind that it's another guy and not you, do ya?" she asked as she licked his meaty popsicle. 

"No baby. It's so hot! I can't believe you!"

"What if I asked you to make one for me, fucking another girl?" she asked. She took his cock deep in her throat while she waited for an answer.

"Your crazy! You're fuckin' wild and crazy!"

"Would you do it? If I wanted you too?"

"Baby, what the hell? Are you serious?"

Dawn plunged her head down again, taking Scott deep.

"I'm serious baby. Fuck another girl, like you used to fuck me when you first met me. I'll be there too."

Dawn pulled her skirt and her panties off and mounted Scott.

"Can you see me honey?" she said, moving to the side so Scott could watch her get pummeled by the porn star. "God he fucked me good. I can still feel it. Do ya wanna be a pornstar honey? Fuck a beautiful, big-titted girl in front of the cameras?" Dawn said as she bounced on Scott's hot cock. "Do ya? You fuck so good honey, I wanna see it on the TV. I wanna see you make a big titted girl cum!"

Dawn was really into it now, moaning loud in person and screaming on the TV. Hearing herself cum with the pornstar triggered her real-life orgasm, and she melted down on top of Scott as he came deep inside her.

"Fuck!" Scott grunted as they both came back to reality.

"God I love you," Dawn sighed. "I haven't cum like that in a long time. Wow."

"Wow is right!" Scott said. He locked lips with his sexy wife and kissed her long and deep.

"So that's a yes I take it?"

"What do you mean? Are you serious about this?"

"Are you willing?"

"I don't know. I mean, it's a big step Dawn."

"I'll be there too, so we'll be even. We'll just call it a fantasy and get it out of the way. It doesn't have to lead to anything more. Just a one time thing."

"So you'll be there, with another guy?"

"Yeah. I'm thinking Kelly and Jon. I know you wanna fuck her. This way you can do it without it being an affair or anything."

"Whoa! Are you serious?" Scott asked, looking shocked. Then he started laughing. "You're fucking crazy! I mean certifiably looped!"

"What if I'm not? What if I can make it happen? Will you do it?"

"Dawn I..."

"You could fuck her tits. Think of that! Oh my god!"

"Dawn, you've gone over the edge baby. I'm gonna have to call Bellevue!"

———————

A week had gone by since Kelly saw Dawn 'performing' on the TV screen. It was impossible to get the images out of her head. Dawn's tall, lithe body being ravished in so many ways by a handsome, sexy man. Kelly could picture the crew standing behind the camera, and the lights overhead. She gradually put herself in the picture. It was an intense and vivid fantasy, and as each day passed it seemed more and more real.

She still had no idea Jon liked the idea of her doing it, so all of her thinking and fantasizing revolved around doing it in secret, the way Dawn had. No one Dawn knew had ever found her video floating around out there in the vast world of the internet, so why couldn't I do the same? That's what Kelly would think, and then an hour later she'd come back to reality and realize she could never do it. She was lousy at keeping secrets from Jon — he would find out and hate her. And she wouldn't be able to walk into a porn studio and do it anyway.

Even if nothing came of Kelly's fantasy it had improved things in the bedroom. She was feeling sexier than she had in a decade, and Jon was too. Her pact with Dawn to kick things up a notch or two was going nicely. A week of great sex had culminated in a fun night wearing new lingerie — a playful, giggling hour in bed that ended with her new lacy garments splatted with cum.

"Fuck baby!" Jon said breathlessly. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look in that stuff?"

"You like the garter belt? I've always wanted to get one but I never had the nerve."

"Oh Yeah! You were made for that. God, your ass just looks unbelievable like that. Maybe you should try some more new things."

"Like what my sexy man?" she asked as she rolled on top of Jon and kissed him.

"You know that porn of Dawn's you watched?" Jon asked. "What if I said I want you to do one?"

"What?" Kelly said quietly. She was shocked and could barely get the word out.

"I think it'd be hot. Just a one time thing, you know? You'd look so good on screen like that. My blood pressure just doubled just thinking about it."

"You want me to do that?" Kelly said. She still couldn't quite believe her ears, and the sudden reality of it had her screaming to herself — No! I could never actually do it!

"Think about it," Jon said. "I know it's crazy, but hey, Dawn did it, right? And you said it was wicked hot, so..."

Kelly couldn't think of the right thing to say, so she rested her head on Jon's chest. Jon didn't want to seem pushy, so he lay silently too, both of them basking in the afterglow of great sex, and the excitement of future possibilities.

———————

Jon called Dawn the next day and told her what he'd said to Kelly. Dawn told him she had a plan in mind, but didn't elaborate. She wanted Kelly to break it to Jon, after she'd told her, and hopefully talk him into it. First things first though — Dawn asked Kelly over for coffee the next morning.

"I want you to know I'm keeping up my end of our pact," Dawn said after some run-of-the-mill chatting. "Things have been really hot in bed with Scotty."




Tucker's Studio Ch. 06



"Me too, I'm happy to say," Kelly said.

"Scott asked if we could have another pool party with you guys. He doesn't fool me a bit — he gets all horny seeing you in your bikini," Dawn laughed.

"He doesn't! Does he?" Dawn said, looking surprised.

"Of course! He was always a tit man. He thinks you're hot. I don't know why he married me with these little things."

"Are you kidding? You've got the nicest body of anyone I know," Kelly said. "I guess, since you told me that, I can say this — Jon's always super horny after we've been with you guys. It's pretty easy to know why."

"They're both just horn dogs aren't they?" Dawn smiled. "Cute ones though."

"So Jon said something a couple nights ago that's got me all mixed up," Kelly said. "I bought some new lingerie and we had all kinds of fun, and afterward he said he wants me to make a porn, like what you did."

"Oh honey, you gotta do it!" Dawn said. "You gotta grab these opportunities before they go away. When everything lines up you gotta grab it."

"I don't think I can," Kelly said. "It's too crazy."

"What if we were there with you. That'd make it easier, right?"

"You and Jon there watching me?" Kelly said. "Oh my God, I don't know! That might be worse!"

"Okay, here's my idea. I've actually been thinking about this for a while now, but tell me if it's too crazy and I'll just shut up about it, okay? What if we're all on camera, all four of us. We'll swap partners and all fuck our brains out."

There was silence in Dawn's kitchen. Kelly's eyes were big, dancing nervously across her friend's face, trying to read Dawn's sincerity while she got her bearings.

"Dawn, I don't know..." she finally said, quietly. 

"You know the guys would be into it, 'cause they're guys," Dawn said. "That leaves us. You already know what I think 'cause it's my crazy idea. Like I said, if it bothers you just forget about it and consider the subject closed. But think about it. Maybe you'll like the idea as much as I do."

Kelly was quieter than normal for a while, noticeably distracted as they talked about Dawn's niece's upcoming wedding. After a half-hour had gone by Kelly eased back into the swapping topic.

"Do you really think they'd want to? Scott and Jon I mean?"

"I'm guessing yes. The big question is do we really want to. Women are pretty protective of their mates."

"Have you guys ever...?"

"Done any swapping or swinging? No," Dawn said. "It always seems so hot though, doesn't it, in movies and books and stuff? But I'm not sure I want to get into that. That's why this idea's different. It'd just be a one time thing, making a porn. Just a wild, crazy experience for all of us, with no expectations of anything more. I kinda love the idea, but you'll need some time to think about it, unless you already think it's awful."

"No I...I'm more than a little intrigued, as I'm sure you can tell. But yeah, I'm not signing up without some time to think," Kelly said. "You really think Scott would want..."

"He's gonna wanna fuck your tits honey. I'm just warnin' ya. And I'm gonna wanna watch. With his big cock and your big tits...wow," Dawn said.

Kelly's mouth opened and her eyes flared. A powerful heat rushed through her body. She was speechless again. Dawn picked up the dirty dishes while Kelly sat there with the fantasy percolating in her head. The seed was planted and Dawn could tell it was taking root. She and Scott and Kelly were in. Jon was the wildcard. Would the prospect of fucking her be a powerful enough lure to get him in front of a porn studio's cameras? She hoped so, but only time would tell.

———————

"Hi Dawn! Gosh it's good to see you again!"

"Hi Tucker," Dawn said. They hugged and kissed on the cheek. "This is my husband Scott, and these are our friends I told you about, Kelly and Jon."

"It's great to meet you all," Tucker said, shaking all their hands. "This'll be new for us here, an all amateur couple swap. I love trying new things, and this'll be a lotta fun I think. You guys excited?"

"Nervous," Kelly said.

"I didn't tell you Tucker, this will be our first time, swapping I mean," Dawn said. "None of us have done it before."

"Oh Great! I love that! So there'll definitely be some sparks flying. We'll do our best to capture it all. You guys'll have an awesome souvenir to look back on. Let's go in and have a look around."

Tucker introduced everybody to Marsha and Chip and Jamar and walked them around the set.

"Just a nice simple living room with this big L-shaped couch," Tucker said. "Lots of room for the four of you to play. We've got three stationary cameras, and Jamar will be running the crane camera. If you see it moving in close or above you just ignore it. Try not to look at any of 'em. I'm guessing you'll be preoccupied and won't even think about it. That's the way it usually goes, right Dawn? Do you remember your session?"

"Oh, like it was yesterday! Yeah, the cameras, I don't think I thought about them once."

"You were with Mitch, right? Yeah, he'll get a girl's attention, that's for sure. So, you guys are gonna be dressed in the evening clothes you brought, and we'll start with a spin the bottle scene to make the swap seem plausible. Don't worry, there's no dialog or anything. We'll do it silent, with just looks and gestures. When we edit it hopefully it'll convey what we're after. We'll put music over that part, and then when you all move to the couch we'll fade the music and let things roll. All right? Chip and Marsha will take you and do the hair and makeup and get you dressed. See you in a little bit."

When the men and women split into their separate dressing rooms the reality of what was about to happen hit them all. What they were about to do was completely nutty, and yet they were strangely compelled to do it. The thought of a no-strings, all-out, one-time-only partner swap had blurred all their minds. Doing it in front of video cameras so people all over the world could watch was crazy, but nobody was talking about that part of it. Nobody was talking much at all.

"You two are super quiet," Marsha said as she brushed out Kelly's hair. "You want a drink or some wine or somethin'?"

"God yes!" Kelly said. "Red wine?"

"Sounds good to me," Dawn said.

In the other dressing room the men were already sipping on whiskey Chip had poured for them. By the time the girls hair and makeup was done all of them were on their third drink, feeling the buzz as they dressed, the girls in sexy little cocktail dresses, the boys in nice fitting suits.

"Bring your drinks with you," Chip said as they headed for the set. "Tucker wants them on the table for the game. I guess I'll bring the bottle too."

The studio was dark except for an island of light where the living room set was. Jamar was adjusting a camera aimed at a card table.

"All right, I want a married couple on each side," Tucker said, "close enough so it's clear you're couples. Dawn, how about if you put your legs up on Scott's legs, and Kelly, maybe you could try putting your arm around Jon.

"Yeah, that looks good. I want you all to act nice and lose, like you've had plenty to drink. Scott, you'll spin that empty wine bottle. You may have to do it a few times, we'll edit out the spins that don't work. I want it to land on your wife, then you'll whisper in her ear. Dawn, you'll look surprised, and then you'll stand up and take off your dress. Then you'll sit down and spin the bottle, okay? We'll cut at that point."

It took a few spins, but the scene played out nicely. The alcohol and the playfulness of what was happening relaxed everybody. The next spin was Dawn's and it landed on her husband. She whispered in his ear. He got up and walked to Kelly, bent down and kissed her. It was a long, wet, open mouth kiss, and Kelly was visibly stunned by it. For some reason she hadn't expected such an erotic kiss to kick things off, one that put her directly in the spotlight with everybody watching. When it was over she looked at Jon sitting next to her. Her heart was already racing and the excited look in his eyes gave her yet another jolt of adrenaline. She leaned over and kissed him long and deep.

"Perfect!" Tucker said. "That was great. I love the improv. Okay, this time Jon spins, we need it to land on Kelly and she loses the dress."

Everyone giggled when the first spin landed perfectly on Kelly. She stood and slithered out of her slinky dress, feeling wicked in the company of friends and strangers in the super-sexy lingerie Jon loved, the black lace set with the garter belt. She sat back down, adorned with goosebumps and hard nipples.

It was her turn to spin. It landed on Jon. She whispered in his ear and he got up and kissed Dawn with lots of heat and lots of tongue.

It was Scott's turn to spin again, and it was planned to take things to the next level. After a few tries the spin landed on Dawn. Scott smiled. He whispered in her ear. She looked shocked and shook her head no, the way Tucker had asked her to. Scott nodded and pointed at Jon. Dawn got up slowly, her red lingerie nearly glowing under the studio lights. She walked to Jon, helped him off with his jacket, hung it over the back of his chair, and knelt between his legs. The look on Kelly's face was priceless as Dawn opened Jon's pants, took his quickly hardening cock out and swallowed it whole.

Scott got up, took Kelly's hand and led her to the couch. Kelly was so amped-up she wasn't even sure if anything was real anymore. It was all too wild, too crazy, too out there to be real. Scott sat down and pulled her to him, between his legs. Kelly's knees were weak and she was dizzy, but somehow she stayed on her feet as Scott's hands caressed her thighs and moved up onto her satin covered ass. He kissed the softness of her stomach as his hands slid up to the small of her back, his fingertips gliding across her goosebumpy flesh. Up they roamed, to the clasp of her lacy bra, and just like that it was off of her, the magnificent tits he'd long dreamed of there for the taking. His mouth kissed its way up and he began to devour them. Kelly nearly fainted.

Over at the table Dawn was giving Jon a blowjob unlike any he'd ever had. For years he'd fantasized about her sexy mouth on his cock, and there she was, going to town on it with more oral skill than he'd ever imagined. There was absolutely no way to stop himself from cumming in her beautiful mouth, so he did, gushing into the wet warmth. A dribble of his cream made its way out and ran down her chin, but she drank the majority of it, moaning as she swallowed.

"Fuck you taste good!" she sighed.

She straddled him, sitting on his lap with her legs spread wide, and kissed him with her cum coated tongue. He unclasped her bra and she quickly flicked down the straps and was out of it. Yeah, she was anxious. Another hot kiss as he caressed her bare tits and he was getting hard again, right there between her legs. Dawn looked down, smiled a wicked smile, pulled her panties aside and guided him in.

"Fuck Dawn!" Jon said as he sunk into her.

Dawn's face was wild with lust as she rose and fell, fucking her fully clothed friend. It was her turn to cum quickly, and she did, with enormous intensity, looking deep into Jon's excited blue eyes as her body tensed and shuddered. A wildly erotic groan from her smiling mouth signaled to the others that the deed was done. It was game on.

When Kelly and Scott heard Dawn's orgasm Kelly was already on her back on the big couch, her big tits oozing off her sides. Scott had the gusset of her panties pulled aside and his tongue was taking long, leisurely trips through Kelly's juicy wetness. He loved how different she tasted from Dawn, and how her big tits moved like soft jello as little spasms wracked her body. Every inch of her was so soft and sexy, and those lovely sounds she was making! Both he and Kelly were already lost in the moment, the cameras and crew far from their minds.

He pulled off her panties and looked at her, their eyes locked like lasers as he loosened his tie and stripped bare to the waist. Kelly sat up, aware of the crew in the shadows but much too horny to care. Scott stood before her, she unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his thighs.

A breathy sigh came out of her when his cock sprang up fully erect. It was much bigger than Jon's. Dawn had mentioned that Scott had a big cock, but Kelly was still surprised by it. "For me?" she said in a near whisper as she took hold of it, looking like she couldn't believe what was happening.

Her slender fingers wrapped around the hot shaft and stroked. Her other hand joined in. It was the biggest cock Kelly had ever handled, and she was mesmerized.

"Oh Kell!" Scott moaned when he felt her gentle touch.

She looked up at his glowing face and a smile broke out on hers. She opened her smiling lips and let the big cock inside her for the first time, sliding in gently on her warm, wet tongue. Her lips sealed around it halfway down the shaft, her eyes closed, and she moaned. Her whole body started moving, little waves that started at her waist and culminated with lips sliding on cock, slowly at first but building, saliva flowing, suction increasing, heat starting to smolder. Her hands were on Scott's ass, caressing the muscles of it, adding to the sensual overload. His ass was a beautiful thing — she'd always thought so — and now it was bare, with the muscles flexing in her hands.

Scott was an experienced, talented lover, but just like Jon, having his cock in his wife's best friend's mouth was too much for him. The unbelievably beautiful suction continued. The spectacular tits kept jiggling. The look of wonder on Kelly's face was so sexy. When she looked up at him with those big brown eyes and her mouth full of his throbbing flesh he knew he was going over the edge. With his hands holding her head gently, a wave of heat flowed into him from every direction and there it was — a glorious, gushing release. Kelly took it all, amazed at the powerful squirts she could feel plastering the back of her mouth. Her eyes closed and she relaxed into it, letting the big cock empty, listening to the sounds of a new man grunting, feeling his ass tense under her fingers with each little thrust into her mouth. It was like a dream for her, a dream she wanted to go on and on. 

Dawn and Jon had relocated to the couch, on the L-shaped part which was wide and flat, a loungy space almost like a small bed. Dawn had helped Jon take off his suit, leaving it scattered on the floor. Being the first one fully naked gave him a case of the nerves, especially when he glanced at Marsha in the shadows and caught her looking at his cock. His attention was quickly diverted back to Dawn when she stripped off her panties and lay naked before him, with a 'fuck me' look in her eyes. 

Her pussy was so different from Kelly's — a small little slit, pale and fleshy. It was wet and pink from their quick fuck on the chair, and Jon was suddenly desperate for a taste. Dawn could sense his desire and spread wide for him, opening her inner pinkness for his mouth to devour. Devour he did. God she tasted sweet! And those lovely chirping noises forced out of her beautiful mouth by her spasming abdominal muscles — yeah, she was a sexy girl. Her hands pulled Jon's head tight against her, his tongue pressing hard against her clit.

"Oh Jesus!" she grunted. A quick orgasm surprised her, hitting hard. "Ohhhh..."

Kelly was on her back too, wearing nothing but her garter belt and stockings, with Scott's head in her crotch. She watched as he went to work on her. It was easy to do. He had her body folded in half, her legs near her ears, and her pussy as close to her face as it could possibly be. Spread wide, he ate the bounty she presented him. Hers was a big, dark, juicy pussy, seemingly designed for a man's mouth to feast on. Scott loved how different it looked and tasted from Dawn's pretty little slit. He devoured it and could have stayed there for an hour, but when Kelly's body started to tense and a big orgasm hit her, he knew the time was at hand to fuck the beautiful woman. He was rock-hard again and there could be no more waiting. He had to feel himself deep inside her.

Folded in half as she was, his cock entered downward, like a drilling rig looking for precious oil. Kelly was on display to the crew in a way she never dreamed she'd be, but it didn't faze her. If Scott wanted her that way that's how she'd give herself, and the orgasm he'd given her had her head spinning anyway. Before she could think about what she looked like he was drilling for that precious oil, and she was gone again.

"Oh my God!" she yelled, oblivious to anything and everything except the sexy man fucking her.

Scott's size was touching her inside in a way she'd never been touched. Deep, yes, but it was a stretched tight fullness she'd never felt before. She watched as the big drill pulled out to the tip and went deep, over and over, the slippery white creamy oil it was looking for oozing to the surface, greasing the works. It was an extraordinary visual, and she couldn't take her eyes off it, yelling out the whole time...

"Oh yes!...Oh yes!...Oh yes!...Fuck me!...Fuck me!"

Scott was watching too, the way his length disappeared into her dark pussy lips, the way her tits moved, the wild fire in her eyes.

"Oh yeah!...Fuuucck!" she yelled as Scott's hips swiveled faster.

"Fuck Kell!...Oh fuck!" Scott moaned as the heat built.

"Yeeeaah-haaaa!" she screamed as she went over the top. Her eyes rolled and demonic sounds leaked from her wide open mouth. Scott kept fucking. Deep. Hard. He gave it all he had and it was plenty. Kelly had thought she wouldn't have an orgasm that day, what with the nerves and the cameras and the 'exhibition' she was so worried about. So far she was on number three — a new record for her — and the third time was the charm. It was the most powerful thing she'd ever felt. Shockingly so. When Scott pulled out and splattered her with a smaller load of cum she could barely breath. Still folded in half, she hardly knew who she was, her body didn't feel like her body, and her mind didn't feel like her mind. She let go of her legs and let them drift down to where they belonged. Her hands went to the sticky cum on her belly and she smeared it over herself, massaging it up onto her tits, making them glisten. Her eyes were half open, her chest was heaving. Everything in the world was beautiful.

Dawn was on all-fours on the loungy end of the couch, and Jon was fucking her from behind. The sexy ass he loved to look at was in his hands. She was looking back over her shoulder at him, her beautiful eyes egging him on.

"Fuck me you beautiful man! Fuck me hard!" she said.

Jon hit her with the hard stuff, his body slapping loud against her ass cheeks, sending quaking jiggles through them. It was a glorious sight that made him groan.

"Yeah!" she yelled. "Fuck yeah!"

She dropped her shoulders to the cushion. Jon took hold of her wrists and crossed them on her back, holding them tight.

"You like bein' fucked hard?" he said, still slapping hard against her.

"Oh yeah-h-ha!" Dawn grunted, the side of her face driven hard into the cushion. "Fuck yeah-h-ha!"

Scott was on his back and Kelly was aboard, riding his big cock. They were oriented so Kelly could watch Jon doggie fucking Dawn, and Dawn was looking up sideways at Kelly. The deep debauchery of the situation hit Kelly. She had a clear view of the cameras and the crew, her husband was fucking her best friend hard, and she had the biggest cock of her life way up in her gut. The way it hit her surprised her. She smiled. She laughed. She watched Dawn's wild eyes as Jon made her cum, and she laughed. Scott smiled under her and hit her with some up-thrusts that took her breath away. The laughing stopped but the huge smile remained. Yeah, there was a movie being made. And it was more fun than she could imagine. She didn't want the fucking to end, but when it did, she couldn't wait to go home and watch it.



Tucker's Studio Ch. 07



I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

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Sixty Somethin'

Tucker unlocked the door to his studio early one bright morning. The phone in his office was already ringing when he walked in.

"T.S. Productions," he said.

"I was wondering where you get your...actors. I might be too old," a female voice said.

"Ha!" Tucker laughed. "How old are ya sweetheart?"

"Sixty...somethin'. Too old, right?"

"First of all, what's your name honey, and what exactly are you interested in?"

"Stephanie. You make porn, right?"

"That's right. How'd you hear about us?"

"A friend of mine showed me your website, told me he thought you were local. You don't know him or anything. I looked you up on my own."

"Oh, okay. So what part of the website did you enjoy, if you don't mind me asking?"

"The amateurs. First timers. Older folks. How do you find them? Do they just call you up like this?"

"Not too often, no. I hand out my card when I see someone that looks promising. It often doesn't work out, but I keep at it."

"So it's got more to do with looks then? Maybe I shouldn't have bothered you," Stephanie said, sounding deflated.

"Enthusiasm has a lot to do with it," Tucker said. "You've got that or you wouldn't have called me. And sexiness doesn't have a whole lot to do with beauty. But you know that already, I'm sure. Just so we're clear, before we schedule a meeting, you're interested in going all the way? A full sex session to be posted on the website?"

"Yeah. I mean I...yeah...all the way," Stephanie said, sounding nervous.

"Nerves are nothing to worry about honey," Tucker said. "All my amateurs are nervous until they get into it, and then they realize it's just plain fun. Everybody has fun. It's a nice low-key atmosphere here. So let's see...can you stop in later today? You can have a look around, and we'll talk about things, all right? I'll be here all day working on some editing."

"Today?" Stephanie said, sounding surprised. "Yeah...okay."

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"So this is the sound stage," Tucker said as he walked Stephanie around the old warehouse. "We can set up various kinds of sets — bedrooms, hotel room, living rooms, a massage room at a spa. We occasionally do more theatrical kinds of sets too, with costumes and stuff."

"It's really open here, isn't it?" Stephanie said, looking up at the high ceiling and the vastness of the old warehouse.

"Well, it's all lit up now. When we're working it's all dark except for the lights on the set. And we don't overdo the lights. With today's cameras they don't have to be super bright. It creates a nice, intimate, moody feel. If you've watched the videos on the website you know what I'm talkin' about."

"Yeah. I don't know though, are they really amateurs? They all seem so...good at it."

"Well, I usually pair an amateur with a pro, but yeah, the majority are first-timers. A lot of 'em never do it again. Not because they didn't like it — most everyone does — but because they just wanted to try it, to get it out of their system. It's good for everybody. They have fun, they make a few bucks, they get a nice souvenir to look back on, and I get a marketable product," Tucker said. "I'm guessing that's what you're interested in? Have some fun? Try somethin' exciting to spice things up?"

"Yeah, I guess...yeah. I've always been sorta fascinated by porn, even back in the sixties and seventies when I was young. It was way different back then, but...it's really been around forever, hasn't it?"

"Oh yeah. It goes back to hieroglyphics I think, pictures on cave walls of people fucking. I don't really think it's changed much. You'll be part of a tradition that goes back to the dawn of time. So, do you and your friend watch together?"

"Sometimes," Stephanie said shyly. "He's drawn the horny old lady out of me. A year ago I wouldn't be here, but, the more we play, the more crazy stuff I've been doing. I should never tell him my fantasies, because he always wants to make them come true." 

"That's nice! You're lucky to have a friend like that. So tell me your porn fantasy. Maybe we can come up with something."

"You mean you're interested? In me?"

"Sure! You're plenty sexy."

"You haven't seen me naked yet. I'm...uh...not what I used to be."

"You'll be great. I've got a feel for these things. So what's your porn fantasy?"

"I really get to pick?"

"Maybe. I mean, within reason. Give it a shot."

" I guess...maybe...two beautiful people? A couple, dressed up, like out on the town. Like models, you know? Beautiful. We meet and hit it off and they take me home, to an expensive loft or something, and we...we fuck."

"Nice. I like it. So, you like women? Or would that be new?"

"New," Stephanie said, sounding shy again.

"Great. That'll add some spice, right? It's all about sprinklin' in the spice. So I'll be honest with you Stephanie," Tucker said as they walked down the short hall to his office, "to keep expenses down I usually try and keep a first-time amateur scene one-on-one, but I like you, and bringing fantasies to life almost always results in a really hot scene, so I'm willing to do it. I've got just the couple to work with you — Mitch is one of my best men, really handsome and he loves older girls, and I'll bring in Sparkle for you. She's been with me a while, sort of a part-timer, but she's good. She likes the ladies and she and Mitch have worked together. When they're dressed up they look like they walked right off the cover of a Hollywood magazine. We may have to skip the bar scene, although I have been wanting to build a set like that. I'll have to think about it. So whaddya think? You ready for some real life fantasy?"

"My head is spinning!" Stephanie said. "Is this for real? You seriously want to do this?"

"Sure honey. I hope you do too."

"I, uh...yeah. I do. I mean it's nuts, but...what the heck, right? You only live once. Eddie's gonna freak when I tell him it's happening."

"I'm gonna think on the barroom aspect," Tucker said, "so I'll give you a call in a few days, okay? In the meantime, have a look at Mitch and Sparkle on the website. I think you'll like them, but if you have any concerns, let me know."

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Stephanie drove home wondering what she was getting herself into. Six months with Eddie had certainly turned her boring life on its head. Sex in every room of both of their houses, sex in the swimming pool next door when the neighbors weren't home, sex in his car in a bowling alley parking lot, sex in a restaurant bathroom. Sex, sex, sex! She loved it — all the fun made her wonder where that kind of thing had been all her life — but making a real, live, up-on-a-website porn seemed like a crazy out-of-control thing to do. She was glad she hadn't signed a contract at the studio. She could back out. She would back out, she thought, as she drove into her quiet neighborhood, past playing children and a young mother out pushing her baby in a stroller.

As soon as she walked in her house she opened her worn-out laptop computer and brought up Tucker's website. She clicked on the 'Featured Actors' section and scrolled through the head-shots. Mitch took her breath away. She literally stopped breathing when she locked eyes with his picture. He was looking straight into her, saying "That's right, I'm the best looking man you've ever seen."

"Fuck!" she said under her breath.

Stephanie had never been with a really handsome man. A class president, homecoming king, soap opera star kind of guy. She assumed her time had passed, and being with a man like that would never happen, but there he was, a gorgeous specimen just waiting for her. All she needed was the nerve to go through with it.

She scrolled down to get a look at Sparkle before she dove into one of Mitch's videos. Good Lord, where does Tucker find these gorgeous creatures, she thought, when the blonde beauty's head-shot looked at her from the computer screen.

Back to Mitch. She clicked on him this time, and a long list of scenes came up to choose from, two-dozen or more freeze-frame thumbnails of him in all his glory, his perfect, nearly unbelievable body doing dirty things to women of all types. Stephanie assumed the less beautiful ones were amateurs, and there were lots of them.

There, in the middle of the choices, was Sparkle. She was looking at Mitch over her shoulder, with lusty determination on her face as he was drilling her from behind. Stephanie clicked on that one.

Yikes! Holy shit! Look at the cock on that guy! Holy shit, look at him fuck her! You gotta be kidding me! That's what I'm supposed to do? That's what he's supposed to do to me?!

Stephanie couldn't believe Mitch's prowess. She had to see him with an amateur, someone closer to her own age. She clicked back to the menu and found 'Millie', on her back, mouth and eyes wide open, legs up on Mitch's shoulders as he went deep. Stephanie clicked on that one.

Millie was nervous as Mitch stripped the clothes off of her. She was probably in her late fifties and a bit saggy, like Stephanie. She couldn't take all of Mitch in her mouth. Stephanie wouldn't be able to either, but she thought she'd do better than Millie — her skills in that department had improved after six months of sucking Eddie's cock. Eddie had nothing on Mitch though. Good lord, Mitch really was a proper stud. Millie took him on pretty well in the fucking department though, and it gave Stephanie confidence. Yeah, us old girls can still do it!

She spent the whole day watching old broads get screwed. It was fuckin' hot, and when Eddie came over that evening she rode him hard and gave him the time of his life.

"Fuck babe! What's up with you tonight?" he asked halfway though. 

"You serious about me makin' a porn?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah, if it makes you hot like this! Why? What's up?"

"Nothin'," she said, deciding to keep it under her hat. She'd surprise him with it when it was up on the web.

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"Hi Stephanie, it's Tucker. Whaddya think about doing a location shoot?"

"A what?"

"I've got a friend who owns a barroom, Little Joe's Watering Hole. You ever been there?"

"No, I haven't."

"Nice little place. He said we can shoot there, after hours. I've been wanting to try something like that for a while. So if you like the idea we'll shoot the scene where you meet Mitch and Sparkle, and then the rest of it, all the sex scenes, we'll do back at the studio."

"Yeah, that's fine. I mean...whatever you think."

"Great. This'll be fun. So you guys'll be dressed to the nines. Have you got a hot little cocktail dress and lingerie? If you don't, buy yourself somethin' nice for the occasion, okay? Mitch'll be in a tux. Some jewelry'd be good too. You can leave that on when you're naked, that'd be hot. The crew wasn't here for you to meet the other day, but I've got a hair and makeup girl who's a wizard, so don't worry about that stuff. So what's your schedule like? Any chance we can do Thursday night at the bar and Friday afternoon here at the studio?"

"Yeah, that, uh...wow, this is really happening, huh?"

"Yup. As long as you're still up for it."

"I am."

"Great. Be at the studio Thursday around midnight. That'll give Marsha a couple hours to do your hair and fix you and Sparkle up nice, and then we'll all go over to Little Joe's at closing time and set up. It'll be a late night, so take a nap or somethin', all right?"

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Mitch's huge hard cock is deep in Stephanie's mouth. She's breathing hard and her whole body is into it, nearly orgasmic as she sucks the gorgeous thing. Mitch is at the end of his rope, rapidly approaching the big moment. His tuxedo pants are loose around his thighs. Stephanie's on her knees in her sexy silver party dress. She and Mitch are around the corner from the bar, in a dark corner of the wood-paneled barroom. Tucker's standing next to the camera Jamar is operating, catching the action in the dim shadows.

"I'm gonna cum!" Mitch whispers.

He groans quietly and unleashes a gusher. Stephanie holds her mouth an inch away like an old pro, so the camera can see the squirts. Gobs of hot cream fill her mouth, a bigger mouthful than any man's given her before. She chokes a little on it and takes the big cock deep in her mouth again, moaning. She acts like she's never going to see it again and wants to devour it one last time. When it starts to soften she looks up at Mitch and smiles.

"Cut! That was beautiful people. Really fabulous. All right, lets move the camera back to the bar and we'll get the 'lets go to our place' scene."

"Wooo hooo! That was sweet honey!" Marsha whooped. Everyone cheered and clapped.

Stephanie's head was spinning. The whole situation was so fucking hot, she really did almost cum right along with Mitch. For one thing, he was insanely good looking, even more so than she'd gleaned from the website. And then there was the whole 'being watched' thing. She'd worried incessantly over it during the few days leading up to the shoot, but actually doing something sexual with people watching turned out to be a huge turn-on for her. Not only were Tucker, Marsha, Chip and Jamal there from the studio, the bar owner was there too, with his bartender and two friends. For the earlier shots they were all acting as extras, carefully arranged so the bar looked full, but for the blowjob shot they had all quietly migrated around the corner and stood silently behind the camera. Stephanie saw them in her peripheral vision, and as more and more gathered to watch she got more and more turned on. They watched her kiss Mitch for the first time, his hands pulling up her dress and roaming all over her ass, showing off her pretty panties and lace-top thigh-high stockings. They watched her slither down to a squat, unfasten his pants and gasp as she laid eyes for the first time on his huge, hardening meat. They watched her fingers wrap around it, her first tentative licks, and listened to her groan as he filled her mouth with hot flesh. They watched as she nearly lost her mind, going ravenous on the big thing.

After the applause she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled with a combination of embarrassment and pride. Yeah, she thought. Makin' a porn. Little old me.

The camera was repositioned. The next scene was discussed. Sparkle had the only lines.

"He tastes good doesn't he?" she said with a sexy smile. "Wanna come home with us?"

Stephanie nodded, Mitch tossed some money on the bar and the three of them walked out the door.

"Cut!" Tucker yelled. "Awesome everybody."

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Stephanie got home at 5 AM. She was wound up and didn't get to sleep until 7. All she could think about was Mitch fucking her with that beautiful cock. It was really going to happen!

Tucker had pushed back the time of the studio shoot to evening, to give everyone a chance to get some rest. They all gathered at six o'clock. Marsha went to work on the girls hair and makeup.

"You were awesome last night girl," she said to Stephanie as she combed her out. "Tucker really loved the location thing. I think you started something."

"I'll tell ya what, for an amateur blowjob that was pretty sweet," Sparkle said. "I love how ya pulled off for the money shot."

"Did I?" Stephanie said. "I have no idea what I did. A total blur."

"Oh yeah, it was perfect. Mitchy like it too. He usually doesn't cum so easy."

"Really?" Stephanie said, looking surprised.

"Yeah. You better watch out, he's gonna wanna fuck you extra good 'cause he likes you," Sparkle said. "Although even when he fucks normal it's better than most guys."

Stephanie's head was spinning again. Can I even handle a thoroughbred porn star like Mitch, she wondered? What if it's all too much and I pass out? I got lightheaded just blowing the handsome man for goodness sake! And now he's gonna fuck the shit outta me! And what about Sparkle? She's probably gonna lick my pussy! Fuck, what the hell have I got myself into!

"So," Stephanie said, trying to get her mind on other things, "how'd you pick your name?"

"Oh. I was a teenager when I started in the business out West," Sparkle said. "Remember that glitter make-up girls used to wear all the time? I wanted to call myself Clitter, but the producer didn't like it so I went with Sparkle. Turns out a couple other girls had already used it, but it sorta stuck."

"So you've been at this a while, huh?" Stephanie said. 

"Yeah, ten years now," Sparkle said. "But I never really liked the West coast. I met Tucker at the award show in Vegas and decided to come to work for him. I can't say I like the winters here, but everything else is great. I just work once in a while for him these days. I work on costumes and scenery over at City Stage."

Marsha spritzed some hairspray into Stephanie's hair, checking pictures on her phone that she took the night before at the bar, to make sure she got it looking the same. The girls chatted casually and she did the same with Sparkle's beautiful blonde mane. 

Marsha worked quickly and efficiently and was soon doing the make-up — smoldering, smoky eyes for Sparkle with dark glossy red on her pouty lips, and silvery blue eye shadow for Stephanie, to go with her shiny, silver dress.

As the girls were getting dressed Stephanie admired Sparkle's stunning young body. She suddenly felt very old and very saggy.

"So what kinda stuff do you want me to do to you?" Sparkle asked. "Just play it by ear?"

"Oh. Yeah...I guess," Stephanie said embarrassedly. "I don't really know."

"Am I your first girl?" Sparkle said, her eyes growing in delighted surprise. 

"Yeah. I hope that's all right."

"Are you kidding? That's so awesome! Oh this is gonna be fun! At least I hope it is. Did you ask for me?"

"Tucker asked me what my fantasy was. I told him meeting a beautiful young couple in a bar and having them take me home."

"Oh my God that's awesome!" Sparkle said. "So you never did anything with a girl before?"

"Nothing," Stephanie said, sounding embarrassed again.

"Wow. Okay. Between Mitch and that...prepare for the best night of your life. Can I call you Steph?"

"Sure," Stephanie said. Her head was spinning again. A one-word answer was about all she could manage.

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Stephanie's hands moved across Mitch's bare chest. His tuxedo jacket was tossed on a chair. His shirt was open, but still partially tucked in his tailored black pants. Sparkle was pouring champagne into three glasses on the bedroom dresser.

"You two look good together," she said.

Stephanie moaned when Mitch kissed her. She was amazed at how easy it all was, standing in a fake bedroom with movie lights all around, the crew watching from the shadows, making a porn. The night before in the bar had tempered her nerves — being on display with the city outside the windows and the bar owner and his friends watching. The dark studio felt much more private and intimate. She knew it was crazy to feel that way when there were cameras pointed at her, but it was a feeling she was able to lose herself in, and she did.

"He's a good kisser, isn't he?" Sparkle said. 

She handed Stephanie a glass of champagne and took her place, kissing Mitch deeply. Stephanie drank it down in two gulps and set the glass down. Her eyes flashed with mischief. She unzipped Sparkle's dress. The beautiful blonde looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"Sit down Mitchy. We're not ready for you yet," Sparkle said as she pushed him down on the bed.

She turned to Stephanie and walked around behind her. She unzipped her shiny silver dress and let it fall to the floor. A wave of heat washed over Stephanie, a full body blush accompanied by goosebumps, as she stood in her pretty black lingerie for Mitch to admire. She was twice his age but approval and lust were clear to see in his eyes, and it relaxed her. Sparkle's arms embraced her from behind. She kissed Stephanie's neck, adding to the goosebumps.




Tucker's Studio Ch. 07



"Mitchy thinks you're sexy. I do too," Sparkle purred.

Stephanie turned her head and Sparkle kissed her. Sparkle's hands roamed up to her lacy bra, squeezing her tits as they kissed. One hand slid down across goosebumpy flesh, fingers tunneling under black lace to the warmth of a smoothly shaved pussy. It was already wet.

"Ohhhh, you're all wet honey!" Sparkle sighed as the hot kiss ended. "She's a horny girl Mitchy. Take off your clothes. Let us see you."

Mitch pulled off his shirt. He leaned back on the bed and took off his pants while the girls stood and watched, Sparkle still gently fingering Stephanie's soft pussy. His huge cock was mostly hard. He stroked it slowly with one hand while he watched the girls play.

"Take off my dress for me," Sparkle said to Stephanie.

She swapped places and Stephanie lowered the little red dress off Sparkle's shoulders. There was no bra, which Stephanie knew from watching her get dressed, and the pretty panties she'd had on earlier were gone. The spectacular young woman was naked, and Stephanie let out a whimpering gasp when she saw her.

"You like?" Sparkle asked, looking over her shoulder.

She backed up against Stephanie and took her hands. She moved them over herself like they were her own, onto her big tits, down her sides, around her hips to her soft inner thighs, up to the warmth of her pussy. She pushed Stephanie's fingers between her soft pussy lips, into the squishy wetness. She leaned her head back against Stephanie's shoulder and moaned.

"You girls look good enough to eat," Mitch said, still slowly stroking his hardness.

"I want the first taste," Sparkle said.

She turned toward her new lover and slithered down to a squat, pulling Stephanie's panties down as she went. Her mouth was drawn to the heat and her tongue slipped into Stephanie's wetness.

"Oh God!" Stephanie moaned quietly.

She stood as best she could on wobbly legs as Sparkle's expert tongue worked its magic. The feel of a feminine tongue on her and the sight of gorgeous Mitch naked on the bed with a huge hard-on in his hand was too much for her. An orgasm rose up out of nowhere, surprising the hell out of Stephanie as it steamrolled uncontrollably through her body. She just didn't have orgasms that way, that easy. But there it was. 

Sparkle giggled as she helped the woozy woman to the bed.

"You are a sexy girl!" she said as she handed her off to Mitch.

Stephanie moaned as she felt Mitch's strong hands on her. He placed her on her back, spread her legs wide and smiled. She couldn't believe how dreamy it all was. She was like putty in the hands of the two experts.

"Wow! Sexy!" Sparkle said when she saw how nicely she was spread. "You have really nice legs honey. Get up on your elbows, I wanna get this bra off of you."

The dream kicked into high gear when Mitch's mouth went to Stephanie's pussy and her tits came into view. Sparkle tossed the bra aside.

"Nice honey," Sparkle said, nuzzling her mouth onto a hard nipple.

Stephanie was self-conscious about her tits, especially compared to Sparkles beauties, but really they were pretty nice. Decades of gravity had done some work on them, but they were soft and smooth and nicely shaped. On her back, as she was, they looked especially nice. Sparkle appreciated them, and gave them lots of attention while Mitch worked his orgasmic magic. He could draw a whopper out of a willing woman, and in Stephanie's dreamlike state of mind she was an easy mark. His fingers worked inside her while his tongue massaged her clit. Her back arched higher and higher, pressing her tits hard into Sparkles moaning mouth. Stephanie's eyes fluttered and rolled. Her open mouth was silent as Mitch drove her to the precipice, and then a squealing scream rose from the silence. It echoed through the big studio — a long, wailing cry. It was a goosebump moment. The whole crew felt it. A lovely woman, reaching heights she'd never reached before, at the hands of beautifully skilled lovers. Stephanie soared on the fleeting moment, her screaming cry of love trailing off into the echo.

"Fuck honey! That was hot!" Sparkle said when it was over.

Mitch wiped the juice off his lips, lifted Stephanie's legs up against his chest and pressed his huge, hard meat into her wet hole. She grunted as a few inches went in.

"I could tell when I saw you in the bar you like to fuck, right baby?" Mitch said as he sunk in deeper. "You were fuckin' me in your mind weren't you, right there at the bar."

"Yes!" Stephanie said breathlessly.

"Yes what?" he asked. "You like to fuck?"

"Yes!" she grunted as the huge cock bottomed out deep inside her. "I like to fuck!" she said in a deep devilish voice. "I like to fuck!"

Mitch pulled out to the tip and plunged in again, forcing all the air out of Stephanie's lungs. She was astonished at the feeling, the biggest thing ever inside of her, and it was attached to the best looking man she'd ever seen. After a few more slow, deep thrusts Mitch worked up to a nice mid-tempo rhythm.

"How's that honey?" Sparkle asked as she gently caressed Stephanie's tits. "Nice cock isn't it?"

Stephanie couldn't put words together, so she just whimpered her agreement, a lovely laugh-like whimper through a happy looking mouth.

"You're so cute," Sparkle said. She kissed Stephanie's happy mouth.

Stephanie was lost again. Two orgasms already and now this? A deeply sexy kiss from a beautiful woman and a deeply deep fuck from a gorgeous young man? This is my life? Am I sure this is even happening?

The thoughts ping-ponged through her mind, but they were pointless really. She felt like she was in an alternate dimension, and that's what she was going with. Be a fuckin' porn star for a day. Let go. Be crazy.

Mitch had been up to speed for a while, fucking hard and deep.

"Yeah baby!" Sparkle said. "Take that big cock!"

Sparkle got up on her knees and kissed Mitch while he worked up a sweat, his pelvis slapping loud against Stephanie's ass.

"Oh God!" Stephanie said, her voice high and breathless. "Oh God!"

"Yeah, make her cum again!" Sparkle said, her eyes glinting with lust. "Fuck yeah!"

"Oh God!...Oh God!" Each time Stephanie said it her voice went lower, until it was deep and devilish again. "Oh God!...Oh God!"

"Oh Yeah!" Sparkle cheered as orgasm number three hit hard. "Fuckin' girl knows how to party!"

Mitch pulled out and Stephanie rolled onto her side. Her body spasmed uncontrollably. Sex had never been like that before.

Mitch pushed Sparkle down on all fours and she dropped her shoulders to the bed. His slippery, red-hot cock sunk into her and fucked her deep.

"Fuck yeah!" she breathed. "God I love your cock baby."

She reached out and rolled Stephanie onto her stomach, spread her ass cheeks and licked her pussy and asshole.

"You're such a wet girl," she said to the still reeling woman.

Stephanie decided at that moment that she didn't want what was happening to end. She wanted to play with these two people as long as she possibly could. Her head was spinning and she felt exhausted from her three orgasms, but she wanted more, and she wanted to return the favors. She let Sparkle lick her clean, reveling in the new sensations, and then she gathered her wits and her courage and she got up.

On her knees, she kissed Mitch as he fucked Sparkle. It was a hot, sensuous, wet kiss, a 'thank you for making me cum so hard you gorgeous man' kind of kiss. She caught a glimpse of Tucker watching, smiling and nodding his approval at what was happening. She saw the rest of the crew and her mind flashed to the 'What am I doing here?' thought, but she shook it off.

"On your knees baby," Mitch said.

Stephanie mimicked Sparkle's position, right next to her, and Mitch shifted to her, sinking deep into her wetness like he'd been there all along. He felt absolutely massive to her doggie style, like he was filling her whole gut with his hot, plunging meat.

"Yeah! Fuck me!" she yelled, surprising herself. It wasn't like her to be so vocal, but there was no holding back, it was just happening. "Oh fuck!...Oh yes!"

Mitch was slapping against her hard. Sparkle was playing with the tits flailing away under her.

"Fuck her hard baby," Sparkle said to Mitch. "She likes it that way. Give it to her good."

Sparkle moved around to the front of Stephanie and spread her legs wide.

"Lick my pussy honey," she said to her.

Stephanie didn't give it more than a second's thought. Her open mouth engulfed the warm wetness and she whimpered as the taste hit her. Woman! The taste of woman!

Mitch's powerful fucking moved her mouth on Sparkle, so technique was a non-issue. She just gobbled up the juicy taste, and breathed in the heady scent.

"Yeah, fuck that girl!" Sparkle said to Mitch. She put her hands on Stephanie's head, pressing her harder against her pussy. "Fuck yeah, eat me honey!"

They all kept at it, but eventually Mitch needed a break. He collapsed on his back, sweaty and glistening. Sparkle climbed on cowgirl style. Mitch reached for Stephanie, guiding her onto her knees over his head, so he could lick her red-hot, tingling pussy. Sparkle pulled her in for a hot kiss.

"He fucks good, doesn't he?" she whispered quietly in Stephanie's ear. "You're fuckin' hot too."

They both closed their eyes and kissed again as Mitch's magic swept them both away.

———————

"Boy am I glad you called me out of the blue," Tucker said when he called Stephanie a week later to tell her her scene was up on the website. "It's one of the hottest amateur scenes we've done yet. And the location aspect, that was really fun. We're gonna be doing more of that kind of thing now that you've got us started. Thanks Steph. Listen, if you ever wanna come back and do something else with us just give me a call, we'd love to do it. So, your scene is up and it's getting fantastic comments. I hope you love it as much as I do."

Later that night Eddie went over to Stephanie's house. She'd called him and invited him over for "a surprise". He walked in with two six-packs of their favorite beer in hand. Stephanie was nervous. Eddie had said he was cool with the idea of her doing a porn, but talking about it and actually doing it were two different things. She was so nervous she hadn't even watched it yet, putting it off until Eddie was there. When he walked in she wished she'd watched it first, but it was done, and what the hell, it'd be a big 'premier' for both of them. Before Eddie got there she watched a YouTube to figure out how to use her living room TV for a monitor, so they cracked open two beers and sat on the couch.

"Wanna watch some porn?" she asked Eddie, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Ha! My sweetie horny tonight? Sure, lets watch some."

She had it all queued up and hit the power button.

"Holy fuck!" Eddie said when he saw Stephanie on the screen in all her high definition glory.

She's in her sexy silver dress and pearls, sitting alone at what looks like a crowded bar, making eyes at a handsome, much younger man. The gorgeous blonde on his arm notices. Stephanie looks embarrassed at being caught, but the girl puckers her lips, blows Stephanie a kiss, and beckons her with her finger. Flash forward to later in the evening, the three of them together, guzzling champagne at the bar, laughing. The girl whispers in Stephanie's ear and then in Mitch's ear. Mitch takes Stephanie's hand, leads her around the corner to darkness. The crowd at the bar can still be heard as Stephanie sucks the big cock and takes its hot load in her mouth.

"God!" Eddie said quietly. "I'm fuckin' speechless."

"Is it okay?" Stephanie asked.

"Is it okay? Of course it's okay! It's the fuckin' hottest thing I've ever seen! My sweetie's a fuckin' porn star!"

They sat and watched the whole thing. Stephanie was speechless too. She could hardly believe it was her on the screen, getting worked over by two of the most beautiful pros in the business. She nearly had an orgasm just sitting on the couch, reliving it all in her mind. She had three later that evening with Eddie. None of them were Mitch good, but damn they were sweet.



Tucker's Studio Ch. 08



I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.

 ———————

The Silver Fox



Tucker had been wanting to add a gray haired pro to his stable of men for quite some time. Over the years he'd had a few amateur women request a 'daddy' type man, and unless the woman was barely legal none of the men he worked with fit the bill. Finding a seasoned pro who wanted to work in Tucker's wintry, down-on-its-luck city proved difficult, so he'd been keeping his eye out for a promising amateur to bring into the fold.

 At his favorite blues bar he'd noticed a quiet loner at a few of the shows. Tall and fit, with none of the paunch of a typical man in his fifties, his roughly cut gray hair and trim beard gave him the look of a college professor. It was clear to Tucker he was interested in women, but he seemed to be shy and only admired them from a distance. No wedding ring, a noticeable lump in his slightly tight jeans, a moderate, always under control drinking habit and an easy-going politeness were all plusses. Tucker decided to talk to him.

 "Good show tonight, huh?" Tucker said. 

 The band was taking a break. The two men had a casual conversation about music as Tucker sized things up. Dave was the man's name, and Tucker liked him. A nice guy with a winning smile, Tucker was sure women would like him too.

 "So this might sound nutty coming from someone you hardly know, but I'm in the porn business and I'm looking for a guy your age to do some work," Tucker said. He handed Dave his card.

 "The porn business?" Dave said, looking confused. "I guy like me? I think maybe you had too much to drink tonight!" he laughed.

 "It's for real. I know it's gonna sound crazy until you think about it some, but after you mull it over tonight, if you're even a little bit interested, give me a call and come down and see the studio. I'd love to show you around. A lot of the people I work with started as amateurs. It's really fun work. You can probably imagine that, right? And the money's good. It'd just be a once in a while thing, a nice sideline for you to make some extra bucks."

 "Wow. You're serious?" Dave said, looking at the business card in his hand again. "Right here in town you're makin' porn?"

 "Yup. Do me a favor and keep it under your hat. We like to keep things under the radar."

 "Oh yeah, sure," Dave said. "I'll tell you Tucker, I'm gonna say no, because it sounds like a crazy thing for me to do. I'm not really a show-off kind of person, plus it's just..."

 "Crazy? Yeah, I know. Everybody thinks that, but once they try it they like it. Like I said, the majority of our work is with amateurs, most of them women who just come in for a one-time thing. Most of them are super nervous, and ninety-nine percent of them leave saying they had the best time. But I'm not gonna pressure you man. Just think it over for a few days and give me a call. Even if you don't wanna do it stop down and I'll show you around."

 "Yeah, thanks," Dave said. The band started their second set and Tucker wandered off into the crowd. Dave looked at the business card again, shook his head in disbelief, and put it in his pocket.

 ———————

 Dave took another long look at the little white card when he got home. A nice gentle buzz from a few drinks and the good vibe from a good show made the whole idea seem almost realistic. He shook his head and tried to push the fantasy out of his head, but it was lodged in pretty good at that point.

 The next day he loaded up his truck with supplies for the house painting job he had. It was a big Victorian that would take him a month, working alone as he did. After getting a start on it that morning he sat in his truck while he ate his lunch. Two bites into his sandwich he called Tucker. Everything Tucker had talked about was way too intriguing, and his dialing finger was not to be denied.

 "I'm wondering why you would want a guy my age?" he asked, after the usual pleasantries.

 "Some girls have daddy issues," Tucker said. "I'm guessing most of the work for a guy your age will be with 'daughter age' women. There'll be some older women too of course, but I think most would be twenty years younger or more. Does that sound appealing?"

 "Ha!" Dave laughed. "If you're playin' me you're doin' an awesome job!"

 "No man, not at all. I'm a straight shooter. You'll find that out pretty quick," Tucker said. "Just givin' you the facts so you can make up your mind. Does the daughter thing bother you? Do you have one?"

 "No, I've never been married. No kids."

 "How old are you Dave? Fifty..."

 "Fifty-five."

 "So I guess the daddy issue girls would be eighteen to thirty-five, or somethin' like that, right?"

 "I guess!" Dave laughed. "Why does this sound way to good to be true?"

 "We're in the fantasy business Dave. Why don't you come down and see the place. It'll help you with your thinking, won't it?"

 "Yeah, I guess so. I am kinda curious..."

 —

 Dave pressed the button on the intercom later that afternoon, still in his work clothes. Tucker buzzed him in. He walked down the hall, pausing to look at the awards in the glass case. Tucker came out of his office to greet him. 

 "Dave! Good to see you man!" Tucker said. "That was a hot band last night, huh? Fuckin' guitar player was on fire!"

 "Yeah, it was a good show," Dave said. He was thankful for the small talk to calm his nerves. "I saw 'em at Bluesfest a few years ago. Great band."

 "Oh, yeah, I was there. That was a good day. So, welcome to my little fantasy factory."

 "I had no clue you were here doing this. I did a painting job next door last year."

 "Oh yeah? I'll have to give you a call when I need somethin' like that. The place's in pretty good shape at the moment."

 "Yeah, I'm impressed. I expected sleazy for some reason, but this is...nice!"

 "So let me show you the studio. Not much goin' on today. I'm doing some editing and one of the girls is here trying on some new wardrobe."

 "Oh, okay," Dave said, excited he might get to meet one of the girls.

 They walked down the hall to the big open part of the old warehouse. Tucker switched on the overhead lights.

 "We've got some permanent sets set up — a bedroom, a living room, a hotel room. We modify 'em often to keep things fresh. And then we've got these open sets where we mix and match, and set up other kinds of things.

 "This is the men's dressing room," Tucker said as they walked in. "I've got a stylist named Chip who's been with me forever. Great guy. He does the men's wardrobe, hair, makeup if it's needed. On the girls side I've got Marsha. She works at Hair Factory when she's not here. She's been with me for a long time too. Works miracles with women's hair, and she's great with the makeup and clothes too," Tucker said as they walked toward the women's dressing room. "She's not here today, but Molly is. I don't know if you checked out the website yet. She goes by Donna Deeper on the site."

 Dave pictured what someone who called herself Donna Deeper would look like. Kind of ragged. Fake tits. Cocaine habit maybe.

 "Molly, you decent?" Tucker asked as he knocked on the dressing room door.

 "I haven't been decent since I met you," she said, opening the door with a big, beautiful smile on her pretty face.

 Dave was shocked by her loveliness. And by her barely covered, beautifully natural body. 

 "Whaddya think about this ribbony stuff? I kinda like it," she said, looking down at her outfit.

 She twirled to show off the lingerie. A mix of white, black and pink. The pink was a garter belt made of satin ribbon, and there were pink and black ribbon accents laced through the little white bra and panties.

 "Yeah, looks good. Festive, like for a special occasion," Tucker said. "Molly, this is Dave. I'm tryin' to talk him into doin' some work with us."

 "Hi Dave," Molly said, still smiling brightly. "Boy, you're a tall one!"

 "Nice to meet you Molly."

 Dave couldn't think of much more to say. He'd never met a woman in lingerie before, and he was hard pressed to think of meeting another woman as naturally sexy as Molly. His mind was kind of blank, except for — damn those are some tits!

 "So whaddya think Molly, ya think the girls'd like to have Dave around? I've been wanting a silver fox kind of guy for a while, for the girls with daddy stuff goin' on in their heads, you know?"

 "Oh I know," she smiled. "Yeah, Dave, you'll love it here. It's really like a family. I don't know much about you, but I have a feeling you'll fit right in," she winked.

 "Well, that's pretty much the tour Dave. It's a pretty simple business. I can show you the editing room if you like, and I can screen some videos for you in my office. Wanna join us Molly?"

 "Sure. Should I change first?"

 "I vote no," Tucker said.

 The three of them walked through the empty studio to the editing room, and on to Tucker's office.

 "Beer Dave? You probably had a long day at work," Tucker said.

 "Oh. Okay," Dave said, sounding a bit unsure of the situation.

 "Have a seat you guys. I'll get some for us," Tucker said as he left.

 "So you work construction?" Molly asked as she sat down on the couch, her stocking covered legs and barely covered tits vying for Dave's attention.

 "I'm a painter," Dave said.

 "Oh that's good work. Everybody needs that, right?" she said. "Have a seat."

 She patted the couch next to her. Dave sat, giving her some space. He was a bit flummoxed by her. A porn star, but only eight or ten years younger than him, and way more 'girl next door' than he expected for someone who goes by the name Donna Deeper. She was kind of stunning actually, in a natural kind of way. Someone he would love to have met in a bar, although he knew he probably wouldn't have the nerve to talk to a woman as sexy as her.

 "All right! Happy hour!" Tucker said when he entered with a cooler filled with iced bottles of beer.

 He cracked open a few, turned down the lights and queued up some hot scenes on the big, wall-mounted TV. Dave was suddenly in fantasy land, drinking beer and watching porn with a barely clad porn star. Of course one of the clips featured Molly. Nothing that was happening was happening was by chance. Tucker had orchestrated the entire afternoon.

 "That was hot!" Molly said as she watched herself. "I remember that night."

 Dave was slack-jawed at Molly's talents on screen. She was with Billy Carpenter, giving the young man all he could take, and then some.

 When they'd all finished their second beer the atmosphere in the dimly lit office was more relaxed. Molly had reclined languidly, her warm skin nearly touching Dave, and a lump had grown in his pants as the wicked hot scenes Tucker had chosen played out on the flat screen. Tucker knew it was time to try something. 

 "So here's what I'm thinking," Tucker said, breaking the horny spell. "How about if we shoot a scene right now. Dave, you'll retain complete ownership, nobody'll ever see it but you. I'll draw up a quick contract right now to cover that. I'll run the cameras. There's nobody here, so it'll give you a chance to get your feet wet without the pressure of a full production."

 "Good idea!" Molly said, sliding her bare foot over to Dave's hip, and up onto his lump. "Wanna play honey?"

 Tucker cracked open another beer and handed it to Dave.

 "It's up to you my man," he said.

 Dave's old heart pounded, and he felt like all the gray hairs on his head were tingling. Molly's little foot massaged his hardness through the tightly stretched white denim.

 "You know you want too," she cooed with an irresistible smile.

 "I've never done anything with anybody watching. I don't even know what it's like," he said.

 "Oh, it's so fun! I was the same way when I started. I thought it was gonna be super scary, but it was nothing like that. There's only one way to find out though. Wanna fuck me honey?"

 "I'll be so wrapped up in the cameras I'll hardly be paying attention, if that helps," Tucker said.

 "Nobody'll see it?" Dave asked Tucker.

 "Nope. I'll edit it myself and burn you a disc. It'll be all yours."

 "Let's do it," Dave said.

 "Oh goody! You're not old enough to be my father, but I love handsome gray-haired men," Molly said. "Come with me."

 She got up off the couch, reached for Dave's hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom set.

 "We're not waiting," she said to Tucker.

 "That's fine. It'll take me a few minutes to get set up," he said.

 Tucker went to the gear closet for the cameras. When he returned Molly was already on her knees and Dave's paint splattered pants were down around his ankles. Tucker looked long enough to confirm his suspicions — Dave had a nice cock, and toned, muscular legs. So far so good.

 The nice blowjob continued while Tucker set up a second camera, switched on the photography lights and adjusted the overhead microphones. He wandered away to switch off the overhead studio lights, giving the little bedroom set the 'island in the darkness' feel that his amateurs seemed to like. When he got back Molly was on her feet and her big tits were out. She and Dave were in the middle of an open-mouthed wet kiss, his rough hands getting the feel of Molly's voluptuous softness while her hand stroked his cock.

 "How do you find guys with big cocks?" Molly asked Tucker when the hot kiss broke off. "You got x-ray eyes or somethin'?"

 Tucker chuckled. He was pleased with the look of it — circumcised, nice and chunky, just long enough. Molly lifted the white t-shirt over Dave's head and sat him down on the bed. She unlaced one of his work boots while he did the other, and she whisked the pants and socks off of him.

 Dave wasn't an experienced lover. Molly could sense it. She knew his head was filling with nervous thoughts, sitting there naked under the lights, so she stripped off her panties, pushed him down and straddled his head. Best to keep him busy, she thought, so he didn't have too much time to think. Molly's pussy in his face was the sweetest all-you-can-eat happy hour snack Dave had ever had. He lapped up her juicy goodness.

 "Oh that's nice Davey!" she sighed. "Yeah baby. Eat me."

 She moaned and her hips swiveled like a sex Goddess, grinding her hot pussy against Dave's warm tongue.

 "Fuck yeah, I like that mouth," she said as she pulled away. "Don't move a muscle."

 She swung her leg over, turned herself around and remounted for a little sixty-nine action.

 Tucker sipped on his beer, pleased with how things were going. Dave looked terrific for a guy his age. He'd have to do a little manscaping down below if he wanted the job, but his chest was perfect — nicely muscled, with just enough gray hair to reinforce the 'silver fox' thing. Tucker snapped out of his critical thinking when Molly had a quick orgasm.

 "Fuck!" she said sharply. 

 The staccato word echoed off the metal ceiling high overhead. Molly tensed up suddenly. Her body spasmed the way Tucker was used to seeing when things were going good. She only came hard and quick like that when she was really turned on. It was another good sign that made Tucker smile.

 Molly rewarded Dave with a few deep bobs of her head on his hard cock, taking him deep in her throat each time, getting him good and slippery.

 "You wanna fuck me baby?" she asked the wet cock, before plunging her head down on it again.

 Dave had been pretty silent, a result of his inexperience and nerves, but he moaned deeply when he felt himself in Molly's throat yet again. He knew he wouldn't last long in her pussy, and Tucker would rescind his offer of work, but what the hell, you only live once and he was going out in a blaze of quickly ejaculating glory.

 With cat-like movements Molly was on her knees next to him, her back deeply arched, ass in the air.

 "Put it in me baby," she sighed.

 Dave's eyes were closed when he sunk into her velvety heat. It was as deeply sexual a feeling as he'd ever experienced. His whole body was pulsing with energy. He opened his eyes and looked at the hottest ass he'd ever had his hands on, and watched his cock slither in and out of Molly's pussy. It was too much. Way too much. He came with a grunting shudder.

 "Sorry," he said, looking upset. "I should have...I should have pulled out."

 "That's okay honey," Molly cooed. "I liked it. You felt so good."

 She turned around and took his cock in her mouth, but he was shriveling fast, even smaller than his normal size. He was as soft as a cooked noodle.

 Molly got up on her knees and kissed him. A nice long kiss. She reached for his cock again but it was as limp as limp can be.

 "It's all right honey," she whispered in his ear. "I know it's nervous here."

 "Let me grab you guys a beer and we'll take a little break," Tucker said.

 When he got back with three cold bottles Dave was sitting on the bed with his boxer shorts on, looking a little overwhelmed.

 "Good start man," Tucker said. "Editing works wonders. We'll do some more and it'll look great. Most guys have a hard time gettin' used to this."

 "Really?" Dave asked.

 "Oh fuck yeah," Tucker said. "It's not exactly normal is it?"

 "No. It's not," Dave said.

 He took a long swig of cold beer and looked a bit more relaxed. Molly had a sip and leaned gently against him.

 "You got a girlfriend Davey?" she asked.

 "No, not really. Not for a while."

 "That's most of the problem right there," Molly said. "When you fuck a lot you get better at it. How about if I...help you. We could practice some stuff, if you got some free time and want too."

 Tucker was intrigued. Molly was going off script, offering something they hadn't discussed. Dave was silent. His eyes gave away his bewilderment. Was Molly really asking what he thought she was?

 "That's an awesome idea," Tucker said. "Dave, are you interested in this work? Because if you are, that's an offer that's too good to pass up."

 "Yeah, maybe. I mean I'm, uh, intrigued by it, I guess you could say. I'm pretty sure I suck at it but..."

 "You don't suck honey," Molly said. "You made me cum better than a lot of guys. And it's not all about that anyway. You got a nice hot older guy vibe. That's half the battle right there. Gettin' the nerves outta ya we can work on, and boner pills work wonders. Even the younger guys use 'em."

 "Really?" Dave asked.

 "Oh fuck yeah," she said. "Don't worry about that. If you're interested we can get together every night for a while and work on things."

 "Work on things?" Dave smiled.

 "Yeah," Molly smiled. "Porn star 101. Wanna take the class? I always wanted to be a teacher."

 "I'd be crazy to say no," Dave said.

 "You gotta take the job here though. I'm not doin' it out the goodness of my heart ya know," Molly smiled.

 "Deal," Dave said. "I don't know what I'm gonna tell my friends and family, but I'll give it a shot."

 "Oh goody!" Molly said.

 She kissed him and slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers. His slightly chubby cock swelled again. Tucker took the beer bottles from them and stepped back into the shadows behind the cameras. Molly climbed onto Dave's lap and thrust her big tits in his face. His hands held her ass, long fingers tickling her pussy. He was hard in no time. Molly reached under, pulled the cock out of the loose leg of his shorts and guided him into her steaming hot pussy. She rode him at a nice tempo while Dave sucked on her bouncing tits.

 "Oh yeah. God you feel good," Molly said as she rode. "You like my pussy baby? You wanna fuck my pussy like a porn star? Huh baby?" she asked breathlessly. "Wanna be a porn star?"




Tucker's Studio Ch. 08



Dave could only grunt his answer. He started fucking upward into Molly and she squealed with delight. He had just enough stamina to make her cum again. Tucker smiled.

 ———————

 A week later Dave was back at the studio to shoot another test scene. Molly was there too, for moral support.

 "So how'd you guys make out?" Tucker asked. "Was Porn Star 101 a fun class?"

 "So fun!" Molly smiled. "We broke his bed!"

 "Whoa! Nice!" Tucker said. "Whaddya think Dave, you ready to try a scene with the full crew today?"

 "Yeah, ready as I'll ever be I guess. Still plenty nervous though."

 "I didn't wanna just toss you in with an amateur right of the bat, so I brought in Sparkle," Tucker said. "She's in with Marsha gettin' ready. I talked to her about what we're workin' towards today, so she's not gonna be her usual hot porn star self. She's gonna reign it in and try and act as much like an amateur as she can. So I want you to take control of things Dave. Did you guys work on that kind of thing at all?"

 "Yeah, we did," Dave said.

 "The first few days I showed him stuff," Molly said, "and then I spent the last three days being shy and inexperienced, and let him take over."

 "Great. Sounds like fun," Tucker said. "So Dave, I don't expect miracles here. I know you're new and nervous about everything. That's cool. This session's all about building confidence. I thought we'd throw in a little acting too, just to get you used to that kind of thing. It's usually just a little thing at the beginning to set up the scene. Don't worry about it though. Nobody expects you to win an Oscar for this kinda shit."

 "I did some theater in high school," Dave said. "I don't know if that'll help."

 "No shit? Yeah, that's great," Tucker said. "But again, don't get too twisted up about any of this. I think you'll be great once you get used to our little world here. Let me take you in to meet Chip. He'll get you fixed up and ready."

 Molly chatted with Tucker in his office while Marsha and Chip finished up the hair, makeup and wardrobe. When everybody was ready they all converged on the hotel room set, and Tucker introduced Dave to everybody.

 "Dave, this is Sparkle. She'll be doing the scene with you today. She's been with me for a few years now."

 "Hi Dave. It's great to meet you," she said.

 Dave's heart skipped a beat, and then another. Sparkle was radiant. A blonde beauty in her late twenties, she surprised Dave the same way Molly had — she didn't look like a stereotypical porn star at all. The fact that she was wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel was the only clue.

 "Oh, sorry," she said to Tucker, "Was I supposed to be shy now too?"

 "Yeah, that might be good. Let's start over," Tucker said. "Dave, this is Jean Smith. She's a housewife from the North Side."

 "Oh, hi Jean," Dave said nervously. "I hope you have a...a good time today."

 "This is Marsha," Tucker said, continuing the introductions. "She does the women's hair and wardrobe, and this is Jamar. He does some on-camera scenes once in a while, but most of the time he's my lighting and camera man.

 "So," Tucker said, after the meet-and-greet, "Jean Smith here is a guest at the hotel. Dave, you're the maintenance man. You'll put on that tool belt when we're ready, and you'll be working in that open switchbox by the door. Jean, you'll come out of the bathroom and act surprised. Dave, you'll say you're sorry, you didn't know she was there. The lines aren't real important, you can improvise, but you get the gist right? So then, Jean, you'll try and get your clothes out of that open suitcase, but we rigged it so it's snagged in there, and Dave, you'll have to help her. You'll be close together and your eyes'll meet, you'll kiss and suddenly it's a porn. Just roll with it at that point. Now Dave, as you get better at things I won't have to do this, but today I may call out a little direction for you — things like slow down or speed up, or stretch or move on to something new, just so you can get a feel for the rhythm of the overall scene that we like to play out. Okay? I know that's a lot of information, but it's really pretty simple stuff. As we get rolling it'll all fall into place."

 It did fall into place. Before Dave had a chance to worry too much about it all he had a towel-clad young woman in his arms. And what a woman! A stunner, pure and simple, with big blue eyes that melted his heart.

 "Don't forget Dave, you're in control," Tucker said when Dave froze, mesmerized by the young beauty.

 Yes, Dave thought. She's mine to take. How would a porn guy do it? Molly emphasized gentle dominance for some women, more forceful for others. Use your judgment, she'd said. Start gentle and then build until it seems wrong, and then back off if you need to.

 Dave kissed her. Sparkle played the amateur role beautifully. She acted nervous, but like she wanted to be there, wanted to have an experience. Dave unbuckled his tool belt as they kissed. The kiss broke off and Sparkle backed up and sat on the bed, with a wonderful look of nervous anticipation on her face. She opened her towel, looked down at herself and back up into Dave's eyes, like she was doing something very dirty and wrong.

 Dave stepped toward her, opened his pants and presented her with his fat erection. Sparkle looked at it and took it in her hand. After a giggle and a few tentative licks she took it in her mouth.

 The blowjob was nice. Really, really nice. After nearly cumming, twice, Dave glanced at Tucker.

 "Nice pacing. Don't rush it," Tucker said quietly.

 Easy for him to say, Dave thought. He doesn't have his cock in the most beautiful creature in the world!

 When he was nearing the precipice yet again he pulled out. Sparkle looked up, waiting for Dave to make a move. He pushed her back and dropped to his knees. His tongue licked through her pretty little pussy as he pushed her legs wider apart, opening her up to him. She was stunning looking from every angle and Dave found himself mesmerized again. He caught himself and went back to work, moaning at the sweet taste as his tongue went deep. Sparkle was moaning too, thoroughly enjoying her time with the older man all the girls had been talking about. Dave lost himself again, slurping up Sparkle's goodness for a nice long time.

 "Pussy eating's not the best for camera angles, so we spend less time there than blowjobs and other positions," Tucker said quietly, alerting Dave that he was lost in the goodness again and should move on.

 Dave's mind flashed to the story-line for the day — the traveling woman and the maintenance man. Without over-thinking it he improvised some lines.

 "They told me at the office there was something that needed to be fixed in this room. Is this it?" he asked, rubbing his fingers over Sparkle's clit.

 "Yes," she said breathlessly. "Yes, that's it."

 "I brought a tool that can fix that," he said. 

 After he said it he felt embarrassed, like he'd gone to far with the improvising. He glanced at Tucker and got a thumbs up and a smile.

 "Fix me," Sparkle sighed. "Please fix me."

 Dave stood and pulled off his t-shirt. He yanked Sparkle to the edge of the bed and guided her legs up against his chest. He slipped the tip of his hardness into the stunning blonde's pussy, and thrust his way home.

 "Oh yeah!" Sparkle said. "Fix me!"

 As Dave started to fuck he realized he was surprisingly comfortable. Five people were standing nearby, watching him fuck a sexy hottie, and it felt halfway normal. It was a comfortable, supportive atmosphere, and things were going well. He'd managed to keep from losing his load during the blowjob, and now, yeah, fuckin' a gorgeous young blonde. And look at the way her tits are moving! Fuck she's hot! But wait...holy shit, no!

 He pulled out suddenly, hoping he could save it, nearly dancing on his amped-up legs, blowing some quick, deep breathes out of his mouth. Embarrassed, he looked over at Tucker.

 "No problem. That's what editing's for," Tucker said. "Do what ya gotta do. As time goes on you'll get better at that part."

 After a few moments of cool down he slipped back in, amazed at how tight Sparkle was. This is gonna be a challenge, Dave thought. Way too sexy. Way too tight. And I'm supposed to last? Christ, it's only the first position! I'm makin' a porn here, I'm supposed to fuck her every which-way!

 He closed his eyes and concentrated. Maybe she feels so tight because her legs are together up on my shoulders, he thought. Maybe if I spread 'em it won't be quite so intense.

 Dave took hold of Sparkle's ankles and lowered her legs into a wide V. She was a little less tight like that but he made the mistake of looking down, his eyes taking in every inch of her in that crazy hot position, as he fucked her and made her tits jiggle.

 "Oh fuck yeah!" she said breathlessly.

 It was too much. Dave pulled out again. Molly had talked about it with him, pulling out to cool down, eating her pussy for ten or fifteen seconds, and then going back in. He was hoping it wouldn't come to that, in front of everyone, but Sparkle was just...too much.

 He dropped to his knees and lapped up the juices he'd plunged out of her depths, richer tasting than when they started. Oh yeah, he loved eating her, but it was a fuck scene, so up he went, ramming his hot cock in for more.

 Yeah, better this time, he thought. I can do this!

 But no, he couldn't. When Sparkle looked at him with those blue eyes and a sexy, curled up smile he almost gushed again. Out into the cool air, down on his knees. Damn she tastes good!

 Up again, but he needed a change.

 "On your knees," he said, trying to play the dominant porn man again.

 Sparkle rolled and crawled to the middle of the bed. Her ass was up, ready for him. Dave was sure he'd made a horrible mistake. She was even fuckin' hotter in that position! How was that possible?

 He still had his shoes and pants on, down around his ankles. What to do — take time to remove it all? While she's...like that? No, he crawled onto the bed and plunged in for round two.

 "Fuck!" he almost whimpered, astonished at the way Sparkle's pussy felt.

 He started fucking but there was no way in hell...it was just...too fuckin' much. He pulled out just as the biggest gusher he'd ever let loose plastered Sparkle's sexy ass.

 "Cut!" Tucker said when the two writhing bodies had calmed. "Awesome. Great cum shot man. Really nice. Stamina'll come, don't worry about that. Let's take a ten minute break everybody."

 Molly brought two bottles of water to Dave and Sparkle, and sat down on the bed with them.

 "So whaddya think of our new man?" she asked Sparkle.

 "I like him!" Sparkle cooed. 

 "You doin' okay honey?" Molly asked Dave.

 "Well, I'm lovin'...everything," he said, smiling at Sparkle, "but I'm afraid I'm not very good. I mean I can barely hang on. I almost lost it...four times I think, before I finally did."

 "Relax. You're new," Molly said. "Tucker was right offering you this chance. You're gonna be great."

 "Yeah, I think you're doin' awesome," Sparkle said. "You're sexy, and you got a nice cock. You'll get the hang of this craziness. I think it'll be easier with the amateurs 'cause they'll just think you're a stud. They won't know you're new, and they'll be more nervous than you."

 "I hadn't thought about it that way," Dave said.

 "Sure honey, Spark's right," Molly said. "They'll think you're a stud because you are one."

 "All right," Tucker said to everyone, "let's burn some more pixels, shall we? Davey, we'll start with sixty-nine to get you up again, and then I want cowgirl, missionary, maybe doggie again. Did you take a pill or anything to help you out?"

 "Yeah, I did," Dave said.

 "Good, we can go for a while then."

 "He goes and goes after his first squirt," Molly said as she retreated to the shadows.

 "Good. That's what I like to hear. So Davey, remember, you're in control. She's an amateur, so mold her how you want her, and fuck her brains out. That's what they come here for. All right everybody, we're rollin'."

 Dave flopped onto his back and pulled Sparkle into a sixty-nine. Her insane ass in his face had him hard in no time, but he milked the position for a while — it was too good to stop. From his position under Sparkle he could see the crane camera moving slowly around, capturing the action from different angles. It was more than a little surreal. When he and Sparkle were good and hot she started grinding hard against his mouth. Dave wondered how much of the gooey licky noises could be heard by the overhead microphones.

 "Oh shit!" she mumbled. "I'm gonna cum!"

 It wasn't a full fledged squirt, but her hot pussy seemed to liquefy, and her orgasmic grinding smeared the fragrant juice all over Dave's eager face.

 "Oh fuck yeah!" she grunted. 

 Dave let her come down slow, using his tongue to scoop as much of the delicious sweetness out of her pussy as he could.

 "Ride me baby," he said. "Fuck my cock."

 Fuck my cock was something Molly had taught him to say. She said girls love it when guys are dominant like that. It was nothing he would have ever said in real life, but drinking pussy juice from a porn star was a long way from real life.

 Sparkle mounted him cowgirl style, playing up the shy amateur thing.

 "Like this?" she asked.

 "Yeah, that's it," Dave said, holding her hips as she impaled her wet pussy on him. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me."

 He guided her up and down with his hands until she got going, and then he left her to it, watching her sweet tits bounce as she ratcheted up the intensity.

 "Oh yeah," she said breathlessly. "God you feel good! Oh fuck yeah!"

 She was bouncing like a hot little slut, her skin starting to shine from the workout. Dave pulled her down to him for a hot kiss, his hips starting a slow thrust. Molly'd been working with him on the flat-on-your-back-fast-up-thrusting thing. It's a porn staple that she wanted him to get the hang of, and all of the sudden it was time to put it into practice. He held Sparkle by the thighs to give his hips room to work and gave it a shot.

 "Fuck!" Sparkle screamed as he got his motor running. "Oh yeah!"

 Dave held on as long as he could, using the springy bed to help him hold his speed. When he had to take a break Sparkle kissed him hard, in appreciation for the good fucking. Yeah, he was doin' it. His lessons with Molly were paying off.

 Sparkle sat up and went back to riding, the muscles in her thighs getting a nice workout as she bounced. Dave loved watching her — her blonde hair bouncing, and her tits. Oh, God, her tits! He decided she was the best looking girl he'd ever seen. And she was naked, bouncing on his cock! It was too much. A split second from cumming he pushed her off, flat onto her back, and dove in to eat her pussy a little more while his red-hot poker cooled. Oh yeah, that's the stuff! God damn she tastes sweet!

 While he was licking up her juice Dave ran through his instructions again. Sixty-nine and cowgirl, yeah, he thought, I got through those without cumming. Missionary and doggie again. Yeah, I can do this! I can do this!

 He mounted Sparkle missionary, face-to-face with the blonde sex goddess. She was having fun, it was easy to see, so he relaxed into the job at hand. More kissing as they fucked added to the feeling of rightness to it all. Yeah, I'm havin' fun too, Dave thought. This is kinda fuckin' awesome!

 Sparkle liked the missionary. He was rubbing on her just right, and he could sense he might be able to get her there. He found the speed she liked best and held it. Higher and higher she climbed. The challenge would be watching her face when she came, without cumming himself.

 "Fuck!" Sparkle grunted. "Right there! Right there!"

 Dave did as she wished and she found the summit, cumming beautifully under him. Somehow he managed to hold it together and not cum deep inside her, but he had to close his eyes to do it, missing the look of ecstasy on Sparkle's face. He could hear her though. That was pretty sweet too.

 Sparkle was breathing hard, loving the way Dave's fat cock felt in her. He pulled out, took hold of her hips and flipped her on her belly. She smiled at him over her shoulder and giggled. Yup, he's got it all right, she thought to herself.

 Dave pulled up her hips, spread her ass cheeks and licked — a long juicy lick up through her pussy to her cute little pucker hole. Sparkle giggled again. He was pretty proud of his cock at that point — proud that he'd lasted as long as he had and proud that he'd made Sparkle cum more than once. He took hold of the old cock and pushed it into her sweet pussy one more time, to finish things off. He'd made it to the end, so now he could go whole hog, fuck her hard and hope there was something left in him for the finale.

 "Fuck yeah!" Sparkle said when he got going. "Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard!"

 Dave's sweaty body slapped hard into her sexy ass. He could watch all he wanted, with no worries about cumming too soon. Funny thing was, it didn't seem to matter at that point. He gave it to her hard, the way Molly liked, and he just kept going and going and going.

 "Oh yeah!" Sparkle said breathlessly. "Do it!...Do it!...Do it!"

 After a good long pummeling he pulled out and stroked the cum out of his red-hot meat with his hand, just like the porn guys do. It was a bit of a wimpy dribble onto Sparkle's sweet ass — not much left after his initial gusher — but it was a deep grunting, awesome feeling orgasm, and it left him dizzy. Sparkle turned around and cleaned all the sticky off his tired cock with her mouth, moaning and smiling as she did it.

 "You just made Jean Smith from the North Side very happy," she said seductively.

 "Cut!" Tucker said. "Let's hear it for our new man!"

 Everyone whooped it up and applauded. Dave blushed and smiled.

 —

 Later that evening, after everyone but Tucker, Dave and Molly had left the studio, the three of them sat in Tucker's office, sipping beer.

 "I think you're ready man," Tucker said. "Whaddya think Molly?"

 "Oh yeah, he's ready," she said, smiling at Dave.

 "Whaddya wanna use for a screen name? We should talk about that," Tucker said. "I'd kinda like to play up the 'daddy issues' thing with your name, maybe call you Daddy something or other. Who were some sexy movie stars back when you were younger?"

 "Oh boy, like back in the seventies or somethin' you mean?" Dave asked.

 "Robert Redford, Clint Eastwood," Molly said.

 "Daddy Clint? No, those don't really work," Tucker said. "Who else?"

 "Oh! Steve McQueen!" Molly said.

 "Daddy McQueen," Tucker said. "Yeah, that's got a nice ring to it. Whaddya think Dave?"

 "Daddy McQueen?" he laughed. "For real? I mean it's kinda cool, but do I stand up to that? I'm just a painter."

 "You weren't just a painter on that bed with Sparkle, I'll tell you that. Whaddya think Molly, does it work from the female perspective?"

 "Oh yeah! Daddy McQueen. He's got the blue eyes and the masculine face...I like it!" she smiled.

 "Dave? You cool with it or do you wanna keep thinkin'?" Tucker asked.

 "I guess I'm Daddy McQueen. Old gray-haired guy, at your service Ma'am."

 "You got any service left in ya?" Molly asked. "I kinda got used to spending my nights with you ya know."

 "You mean I'm stuck with you and I'm the luckiest guy in the world?"

 "Somethin' like that," Molly smiled.

 "Well looky here!" Tucker said. "Is romance blooming at T.S. Productions?"

 "Is that against the rules?" Dave asked.

 "Hell no!" Tucker said. "But I'll say no more. I don't wanna jinx anything. So Dave, let's leave it like this — I'll call you when I need you. Don't get discouraged if it takes a while. The phone doesn't exactly ring off the hook around here, and not everybody's gonna want the older guy thing. But tonight's session with Sparkle is absolutely good enough to edit and post on the website. I have no doubt that'll wet some women's appetites. We'll see how it plays and we'll build on that, okay? In the meantime, you two have fun."




Tucker's Studio Ch. 08



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 Two weeks went by with no call from Tucker. Dave didn't worry about it much. Even if the whole idea fizzled he had met Molly, and that was more than enough. She'd livened up his life more than he could have imagined at his age. Only seven years younger than him, she was full of boundless energy. They went out on the town often, and he was the proudest guy in the joint with Molly on his arm. It was going so well they were already talking about living together. Work on the big Victorian all day, a nice dinner and hours of lovemaking every night...life was good, and remarkably normal.

 Molly got the first call for work. She was hoping Dave would get called in first, so when she got a call it would be easier for him to take, but Tucker wanted her to do another scene with Billy Carpenter, AKA Dickie Biggers. Molly was quickly falling in love with Dave, but she loved Billy too. Their twenty-nine year age difference was the only thing that had kept them from falling into a relationship together. It was something Molly knew she had to explain to Dave, because he would see it plain as day when he met Billy.

 "That was Tucker on the phone," Molly said. "He wants me to shoot a scene with Billy Carpenter. Suddenly this is awkward."

 "Hey, it's your job, I know that," Dave said. "So tell me about Billy. I know you guys have worked together a lot."

 "He's a young one. Only eighteen when he started last year. He used to be a lifeguard. Sweet kid. Yeah, we've worked together a lot. You know how you did your first little scene with me that night at the studio? Well, when Tucker brought Billy in for his test photo shoot I was his surprise modeling partner. We sort of hit it off right away. Turns out he was a virgin, hadn't even kissed a girl. Anyway, the first scene we did for the website was a huge hit, so Tucker kept us together a lot. Sort of a team, you know? Am I talking too much?"

 "No, I wanna hear all about it," Dave said. "So you really like the kid, I can tell."

 "Yeah, too much probably. Does that bother you? I mean he's way to young, so there'll never be a real relationship there. But our fans respond to us. They can tell there's genuine feelings between us, you know. I'm saying too much, aren't I?"

 "Nope. That's why I...uh...like you so much Molly Bianchi. You tell it like it is," Dave said, almost letting the 'L' word slip. "So, I'm jealous, but I shouldn't be. I guess that's the lesson here, right?"

 "Right," Molly said, hugging Dave. She gave him a nice kiss. "So how do you wanna handle this. You wanna come to the studio and watch?"

 "Whoa! I hadn't thought about that!" Dave said. "What if it ruins the vibe between you two? Tucker wouldn't be happy about that."

 "No, he wouldn't. We're still his biggest moneymakers I think. But don't worry about ruining anything. I'd have no problem with it. If Billy's cool with it might be fun. You'll probably think I'm a total nut job for saying this, but I think it'd be kinda hot. But only if you think so too."

 "Hey, I'm falling for a porn star. I guess it's all part of the fun, right?" Dave said. "I'm gonna have to get used to this, every aspect of it, so what better way than watching you work with someone who really cares about you?"

 "I knew you were a special man," Molly said. She planted a big, wet kiss on Dave's lips.

 ———————

 "Fuck!" Dave said quietly under his breath, right after his new girlfriend came hard on Billy's big cock.

 "You okay with this?" Marsha whispered.

 Dave couldn't tear his eyes away from the action. He answered Marsha with a nod, even if he did have a slightly stunned look on his face. He'd never watched two people fuck before in real life. It was a powerfully visceral experience, at least the way Molly and Billy did it. And then there was the whole 'love' thing. Dave was falling for Molly, Molly was falling for Dave, and Molly and Billy had been in love for almost a year, but in a strange, 'we can't have a relationship' kind of way. It sure came out when they were together on the set though. It was beautiful, loving lovemaking of the highest order.

 "Cut!" Tucker yelled. "Awesome work guys. Let's take ten everybody."

 Dave didn't want to intrude on Molly and Billy while they were working, so he stayed in the shadows of the dark studio. Molly went to him to make sure everything was okay.

 "Davey? You can come sit with us you know," she said.

 "No, I don't wanna get in the middle of things," Dave said. He handed her his water bottle for a sip. "I feel like I should leave you guys alone. You got a nice mood goin' there."

 "Oh, okay honey. Is it hard to watch? Are you okay?"

 "No, it's not hard to watch at all," Dave said. "I feel like it should be, but it's..."

 Dave took Molly's hand and put it on the big hard lump in his jeans. Molly's eyes got big and she smiled.

 "Oh goody!" she said. "I was hoping you'd think this was a turn-on the way I do. I keep thinking about you out here watching and it really gets me going. This is so hot!"

 "I know. I wanna fuck you right now."

 "Later baby," Molly smiled. "We'll break the bed again."

 "Molly, you ready?" Tucker called out.

 "I'll be thinking about you," she whispered in Dave's ear. 

 She sashayed her naked body back onto the set and fucked Billy with wild intensity until they were both dripping with sweat.

 "That's a wrap people!" Tucker yelled when it was over. "Great session. Molly you were on fire sweetheart. Awesome work."

 "Yeah she was," Billy said. He looked spent. For the first time since they'd worked together Molly had worn his nineteen-year-old body out.

 Billy slipped away quietly. Meeting Dave earlier in the evening had been awkward. He was happy for Molly but felt weird about it too. Talking to Dave again, right after fucking his girlfriend, seemed like it would be even weirder, so he thought it was best to keep things strictly professional, at least until everyone adjusted.

 ———————

 The next adjustment came quickly. Two days after Molly's session with Billy, Dave got a call from Tucker. A college girl looking to earn some money for tuition wanted to do an amateur session. She chose Daddy McQueen from the men she'd seen on the website.

 "I'm not gonna watch," Molly said, after Dave hung up and told her about it. "I really want too, but I think you need to fly solo until you get used to things. You'll be nervous enough without me there mixing up your thoughts."

 "Yeah, but it helped having you there with Sparkle," Dave said.

 "That was sort of a training session. I thought I could help and maybe I did. But this, this would just be because I'm horny and I wanna see it. So I'll wait 'till maybe next time, or the time after."

 "I'm suddenly nervous as hell. Am I really good enough to do this? Am I even the right kind of guy?"

 "Absolutely!" Molly said. "We've been together, what, a month now? Three weeks since Sparkle? You're stamina's way better now. If you take a pill you'll be a monster. Just remember, she's gonna be way more nervous than you. Just fuck her 'till she can barely breath, and then fuck her some more. She'll love it."

 ————————

 "Daddy, this is Morgan," Tucker said, making the introductions at the studio.

 "Hi...Daddy," Morgan smiled, somehow flirty and shy at the same time.

 "Hi Morgan. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight."

 "It's been all work and no fun at school, so I'm nervous but...excited and...ready," she said, blushing a little.

 "Good. I'm excited too," Dave said with a wink.

 Dave's confidence was on the upswing. Morgan was super cute, and not at all intimidating. Meeting her while they were both naked in bathrobes was a little odd, and the fact that she was only twenty took a little getting used to, but he felt good about being there. Surprisingly good.

 "Dave, Morgan wants to keep things simple, with no dialogue, " Tucker said, "so you'll be lying in bed with your eyes closed, and she'll peek in the door, tiptoe in in her bathrobe, slip it off and climb under the sheet with you. Pretend you're asleep until she's right up against you, okay? Then you'll act surprised, just a little, not too exaggerated. Let's play it like this — she's the daughter of your houseguests. You think she's hot but she's hands-off because she's too young, the daughter of your friend or somethin' like that. She sneaks in and you fuck the shit out of her. Sound good Morgan?"

 "Yeah!" she said quietly, her flirty smile already making Dave's cock twitch.

 "So, I pretend I'm asleep, and then make crazy love to a beautiful girl? I think I can handle that," Dave said. He winked at Morgan and she blushed again. Dave was as ready as he'd ever be.

 "Action!" Tucker yelled a few minutes later.

 The bedroom door opened slowly. Morgan stuck her head in, looked at the sleeping man and crept in quietly. The silence in the big studio made her so nervous she stumbled, tripping over her own feet. She glanced at Tucker to see if she should start over, but he gave her a smile, a nod and a thumbs up. He actually liked the nerves and the little goofs — he knew the scenes were hotter when amateurs looked like amateurs.

 Morgan slipped off her robe. Feeling very exposed, she wasted no time getting under the sheet. Dave opened his eyes when he felt her warm skin against his. He tried to act surprised. Morgan put her finger over his mouth to shush him. She kissed him. Under the sheet her hand went right to Dave's cock. She moaned. The girl was horny.

 She rolled on top of him and Dave's hands explored the flare of her waist, her hips and her ass. She felt his hardness between her thighs, reached back and tried to put him in, but Dave knew it was way too soon for that so he rolled them so he was on top as the hot kiss continued.

 "Bad girl," he said, looking down at her big, excited eyes. 

"You shouldn't be here."

 The words sent a jolt through Morgan. No, a nice college girl from the suburbs shouldn't be there, naked in a porn studio, giving herself to a handsome man in his fifties. But there she was. He body suddenly felt electric.

 Dave scooched down, taking the sheet down with him, getting his first eyeful of goosebump covered tits. They were beautiful — too small in Morgan's mind, but just right in Dave's. Warm and firm, they were the youngest things he'd touched or tasted in decades. He devoured them like the rare and delicious delicacy they were.

 When he'd satiated himself on young tits he moved down, kissing Morgan's pierced bellybutton as he headed toward the target between her legs. Her breathing was short and choppy and loud.

 "Mmmm!" she moaned when Dave hit pay dirt. A sweet little pussy, bald and smooth, greeted his tongue. Morgan was freshly shaved, and Dave was astonished at the softness of her. It was like heaven on his tongue — a combination of fresh taste and baby-like smoothness he'd never felt before. 

 Morgan seemed to want to pull her legs up, so Dave pushed the sheet down enough so she could. On full display, with her legs in the air, she closed her eyes to get away from the nervous surroundings and let her mind drift.

 She moaned softly as Dave explored her pussy with his mouth. She was still too nervous for an orgasm, but she didn't care. It felt glorious. It didn't even bother her that the crew and cameras could see her. She was in a porn studio after all, so get used to it quick, she said to herself. She could already feel the fun that was going to sweep her away. It was creeping up on her, and the horny Devil inside, the one who kind of liked to show off, was getting ready to come out and play.

 "Oh Daddy!" she sighed quietly as Dave's soft tongue caressed her clit. It was sexy on so many levels.

 As she relaxed, eyes closed in the quiet studio, she slipped closer to an orgasmic state. Her back arched high off the bed and her legs danced gently in the air. Dave was licking her the way Molly liked. Morgan liked it too.

 "Fuck!......Fuck!......Fuck!" she whispered on deep breaths.

 Her nerves were melting and she was climbing. Dave was determined to get her off with a bang. His rhythmic licking and mouthing on her soft pussy parts was just what the doctor ordered to cure Morgan's sexual dry spell. She was cumming, and the warm rush of energy seemed to flow inside her like a faucet had been opened.

 "Oh God!......Oh God!......Oh God!" she grunted as the wave of energy consumed her.

 Dave was thrilled. His face was buried between young thighs, but down in there, in the warm wetness, he was smiling. A smile of accomplishment, a smile of relief, a smile of 'Oh yeah, now I get to fuck this sweet young thing!'

 "God you're a sexy girl!" Dave said. "You're gonna get us in big trouble."

 "I've always wanted to be bad," Morgan said.

 "You wanna be a bad girl? You wanna fuck me?" Dave said as he rubbed the fire still burning in her pussy. "You wanna fuck me, bad girl?"

 "Yes! Oh fuck yes I wanna fuck you!" Morgan said, squirming under Dave's touch. "Oh God!"

 "You're gonna have to be quiet or your parents might hear you. Can you be quiet while you fuck me?"

 "No. But I don't care. I don't care," she moaned. "Fuck me. Make me cum again."

 Tucker was smiling in the shadows, delighted with the improvised roll playing and dialogue. His sixth sense had told him it was going to be a hot scene, and Dave was turning out to be a perfect addition to his little stable of men.

 "Suck my cock," Dave said. "Suck my cock like you've always wanted too."

 He rolled onto his back, kicking the rest of the sheet off, his fat cock hard, throbbing on his belly. Morgan took it in her hand and looked it over. She opened her mouth, extended her long tongue and licked the tip all over like it was a scoop of ice cream on an ice cream cone. She moaned and let the fat meat slip into her mouth.

 "Oh yeah!" Dave moaned. He closed his eyes and let the wonderfulness of his new job sweep him away.

 Morgan's nervousness crept in again when she saw the crane camera slowly lowering and moving in for a close shot of the blowjob. She closed her eyes and tried to put it out of her mind. Having a hard man in her mouth, a real man, helped her get back into a purely sexual frame of mind. Soon she was oblivious to the camera, slurping up the big cock like the horny girl that she was.

 "Oh yeah baby," Dave moaned. "That's so nice."

 Morgan moaned. She had a feeling the blow job should go on longer — it often did in the porn she watched — but she needed to be fucked. It had been way too long, and the hot slippery cock in her hand was way too nice. It was going in her pussy. Now.

 She straddled Dave and let out a little giggle when she saw the crane camera sweep around behind her to catch the heart of the action. She wagged her ass back and forth for the camera and smiled a sexy little smile. Yeah, she was making porn, and she was starting to like it.

 Dave liked it too. He smiled at her, pulling her down for a hot kiss as he lined up his cock with her soft little slit and pressed his way in. She was super tight. He thrusted his way in, both of them moaning into each other's mouths until he bottomed out, his throbbing cock deep in the college girl's fiery furnace.

 "Uhhhhggg!" Morgan groaned when she was filled to the brink. "Fuuuucckk!"

 Dave groaned loud too. It was a feeling worthy of loud exclamation. Morgan hadn't had a cock as big and fat as Dave's before, and Dave was in the tightest pussy he could ever remember.

 Morgan's whole body was tingling with pre-orgasmic electricity again, and she suddenly wanted the world to know it. She sat up, arching her back so the cameras could get a good look at her hard nipples and goosebumps. She rode, up and down on the big cock, propelled by the smooth muscles in her young thighs.

 "Fuck yeah!" she sighed. "Oh God I love it!"

 She felt the need to touch herself, her hands roaming from her belly to her tits, over and over as she rose and fell.

 "God you're beautiful!" Dave said as he watched her fuck him.

 She was beautiful, a vision of young sexuality. Soft hair bouncing around bright eyes that were full of lusty fire. Her mouth curled into a delicious smile, the smile of someone doing something very naughty and loving it.

 "Jesus!" she said as she bounced. "That's fucking so...so good. Oh God!"

 "You like fucking me?" Dave asked. "You know you're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to be fucking my big cock. You're a naughty, naughty girl."

 "Yes, I love fucking you," she said breathlessly as she bounced. "I fucking love it."

 Dave was rapidly approaching trouble. The whole situation was just too sexy, with way less of the nerves and 'scary new job' feeling he'd had before. Fucking a sexy little college girl was just too much and he knew he was gonna blow.

 "Suck my cock baby!" he said, pushing her off him just in time.

 Morgan looked surprised but did as instructed. Dave came in her mouth with a groan that rattled the rafters. Morgan was surprised at the turn of events, but gobbled up the cum like a porn girl, even though she'd never really done it before. Dave gave her a big load and it dribbled out of her mouth, making a mess of her pretty face.

 "Fuck," Dave moaned. "Oh baby."

 "Cut!" Tucker yelled when it was over. "Fantastic you guys. Really, really great. Let's take a break."

 "Sorry sweetheart," Dave said to Morgan. "You're just so fuckin' sexy, that took me by surprise."

 "Really?" Morgan asked. She looked like she couldn't quite believe she'd had that effect on a porn man.

 "You're a natural sweetheart," Dave said. "Not only that, you're wicked hot."

 "Wow. Okay," she said, still surprised at Dave's reaction. "But we're gonna do more, right?"

 "Oh yeah," Tucker said. "Prepare to have the shit fucked outtaya."

 Morgan's eyes got big and she smiled. "I think I like this," she said.

 "Based on what I've seen you can come back any time sweetheart," Tucker said.

 Morgan looked amazed again, and a little proud. Marsha handed her some tissues to clean up her mouth, and a robe. She didn't put it on, feeling wonderfully wicked sitting there naked while the crew buzzed around, taking care of a few technical details.

 "So, should I do anything to...help you?" Morgan asked Dave.

 "You mean so I don't cum like a schoolboy?" he smiled. "No, now that we got that out of the way I'll last better. Anything I can do for you?"

 "You're doing fine," Morgan said. Her eyes were twinkling and she glanced at Dave's cock. "I won't have any trouble."

 "Whaddya think Dave, you need more time?" Tucker asked.

 "Oh. Uh, no, I think, whenever you're ready," Dave said.

 He was looking into Morgan's eyes and his cock was already stirring. She smiled a shy smile.

 "All right, quiet everybody. Cameras rolling," Tucker yelled.

 Dave was surprised Tucker hadn't given them any direction, so he just did what felt natural, and that was tasting Morgan's sweet little pussy again. He was on his knees on the floor, and she was on the edge of the bed with her legs draped over his shoulders. After watching him for a few minutes she lay back, looking up at the ductwork and pipes criss-crossing the old warehouse ceiling while he worked her to a nice simmer.

 Simmering is nice, but a full boil is better. Dave stood, lifting Morgan's legs, and buried his cock deep inside her again. God she's tight, he thought. But I'm ready for it this time. Holy shit, look at her on her back like this! Fuckin' sexy girl! Fuckin sexy!

 "Oh God that...that feels so good!" Morgan said, struggling to speak coherently.

 Dave fucked her steady, running his hands up and down Morgan's pretty legs. One hand lingered and played with her clit.

 "Yeah!" he sighed. "You're so fuckin' hot! God almighty!" 




Tucker's Studio Ch. 08



The nice steady thrusting and the words of encouragement quickly brought Morgan on the boil. You could almost see the steam come out of her ears when she came. It was a long, deep orgasm, the kind that rocks you to your bones, and Morgan rode it like a champion. Jamar's crane camera swooped in above her, capturing her bliss in all it's moaning, eye-rolling glory.

 "That was naughty sweetheart," Dave said as he fucked right through the beautiful orgasm. "Using you father's best friend's cock to make you cum like that. So naughty."

 "I'm such a bad girl," Morgan said breathlessly as Dave continued to fuck her. "You're gonna have to punish me."

 Dave stopped his thrusting. He lifted Morgan and twirled her, placing her face down. She shrieked and giggled as he pulled her up on her knees, and she gasped as he plunged deep into her tight wetness again.

 "Bad girls need to be fucked hard," Dave said. "Isn't that right?"

 "Yes," Morgan said breathlessly.

 "Yes what?"

 "Bad girls need to be fucked hard!" Morgan sighed. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

 Dave picked up his pace and was slapping into her with some fury. Her pretty little ass was jiggling with the tremors, and her moans rose up to a louder voice.

 "Oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried. "Oh God yes!"

 Dave was on a roll. He wasn't thinking any more about how tight she was, and all his training with Molly was paying off. It was pure, high intensity fucking with a sexy young thing and he had no feeling of loosing it. All he could do was smile as the sweat started to roll down his back and his whole body took on a shiny sheen. He was a fucking machine.

 "Fuck yeah dirty girl!" he said. "Oh God yeah!"

 The pelvis to ass slapping was echoing around the old warehouse, and after a while both Dave and Morgan were in a near hallucinogenic state — the sounds, the smells, the feelings, all blurring into a luscious, magical high.

 "Fuuuuccck!" Morgan cried.

 She wanted to look back over her shoulder at Dave, but she was loosing control. She loved the feeling of his sweaty hands roaming her hips, and she heard and felt a loud hand-slap on her ass.

 "Bad girl!" Dave yelled as his cock pummeled her insides. He slapped her hard again, leaving a big red handprint.

 "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Morgan screamed.

 She was totally into it, totally gone. Cameras gone. Crew gone. Rational thinking gone. Good girl gone. She'd crossed the line to porn making slut, and she loved the shit out of it.

 There were loud shrieks when she came again. Her body went spastic, completely out of control as Dave pounded her relentlessly. He fucked her like it might be the last chance he'd ever get to fuck a sweet young thing, and it melted Morgan into a sweaty, drooling pile of twitching muscles.

 ———————

 "How'd it go?" Molly asked, when Dave got home. "I've been so nervous for you the whole time. Was it okay?"

 Dave wasn't sure what to say. Should he tell the woman he was in love with that yes, fucking a college girl was okay? More than okay? Freaking awesome? That Morgan was one of the sexiest girls in the history of the world, and he'd fucked her hard, eight different ways, for hours? That every muscle in his sweaty body was pumped up like an athlete when they were done, and Morgan could barely walk to her car?

 "It went surprisingly well," he said.

 "Oh good! You must be relieved," Molly said.

 "Yeah, I must admit I've had my doubts over the past month," Dave said. "I mean I'm just an old guy, you know? Being with a twenty-year-old, in front of cameras..."

 "Was she hot? How nervous was she?"

 "Yeah, she's really cute, and she got over the nerves pretty quickly. I was surprised."

 "That's because of you. You're perfect for this. Someone laid-back like you is bound to put girls at ease."

 "Well I hope ...yeah, maybe. She seemed to like me," Dave said.

 "So...how weird is this gonna be now?" Molly asked. "Are we gonna tell all the details, or is it best to let that stuff slide and not think about it too much?"

 "Damned if I know," Dave said. "I'll tell you about it if you want, but I'm not sure I wanna know what you're doing every time you go over there."

 "I don't know. I think it might be better if we're open about it all," Molly said. "I'd kinda like to come and watch you, but maybe that's just 'cause I think it's hot. You thought it was hot when you watched me and Billy, right?"

 "I did. Don't ask me why, but I did."

 "Because you're in love with a porn star, and you're one too."

 "Wow. Yeah, I guess. I still haven't figured out what I'm gonna tell my mother about all this."

 "Tell her you fucked a college girl today, and it beats painting houses," Molly said, embracing Dave and kissing him. "So you're probably worn out tonight. Did she drain all of my favorite protein juice?"

 "Well, you're way more woman that she is," Dave said, squeezing Molly's big tits. "I might be able to rustle up a little snack for ya."

 Molly kissed Dave again, moaning as she rubbed his cock through his old bluejeans. She could feel it fattening up.

 "I was hoping you'd have a little left. Let's go to bed. I wanna taste her on you, and then I'll fuck you nice and slow."

 Dave smiled. His fifty-fifth year was turning out to be a very good one.



Tucker's Studio Ch. 01



Ginny was sitting in a reclining barber chair, looking at herself in a big mirror.

"Yeah, I kinda need to look like...somebody sorta different, if you know what I mean."

"Say no more honey. I got ya. Who does your hair? It's kinda thick around the back here."

"Oh. Nobody special really. A friend of mine sorta hacks at it."

"You'd look wicked cute with a pixie. You really got the face for it. And then the wigs would work out really nice. Want me to cut it?"

"Marsha works over at the Hair Factory when she's not here," Tucker said, looking at Ginny in the mirror. "She's the best."

"Not to toot my own horn or anything, but it's a hundred-and-fifty dollar haircut over there. I think you'll like it."

"Jeez, I ain't had a hundred-and-fifty dollar anything before," Ginny said. "What the hell, I always wondered what that kind of thing would look like. Yeah, I'm up for it."

Tucker went to the men's dressing room. Ralphy was sitting, waiting for him.

"So, we're starting with calendar shoot kinda stuff, right?" Tucker asked. 

"Yeah, that's what we talked about, yeah," Ralphy said. He wondered what else there might be.

"Take off your shirt for me. Let me get Chip in here. Hey Chippy!" Tucker yelled out the door.

A tall, slim man entered. As soon as he started talking Ralphy could tell he was gay.

"Is this our new man?" Chip asked.

"This is Ralphy, Chip," Tucker said. "He's gonna be workin' with Ginny. She's in with Marsha gettin' her hair done. They're here for a photo session. Maybe we'll work into some other things. We're gonna start with a calendar shoot, some good old-fashioned older woman younger man cheesecake. Mild, you know? I'm thinkin' Ralphy with his shirt off, Ginny with her hands on him, maybe a little lacy bra showin', that kind of thing."

"I get the idea," Chip said, admiring Ralphy's bare chest. "He's perfect isn't he?"

"Yeah. Don't glam him up to much. I want the blue-collar diner cook to come through. And those pants, we can use 'em, right? For one of the set-ups at least?"

"Yes. Yes. They're perfect," Chip said. "How about some tighty-whities and a sleeveless undershirt? That fits the diner cook thing, right? His shoulders and arms are fabulous."

"Good. Good. Whatever you think. Yeah, we'll do a few different set-ups," Tucker said. "Ralphy, you're in good hands. Chippy's the best, been with me for, what, eight years Chip? So just relax, enjoy the process, don't be afraid to make suggestions. Everything goes smoothest when there's lots of give and take. Chippy, get with Marsha and coordinate the first set-up all right? I'll be in my office when you guys are ready."

While they waited on Ginny's haircut, Chip had Ralphy try on some underwear. White cotton briefs that were plenty snug, and a small sleeveless undershirt, like the muscle shirts Ralphy wore when he was younger. The whole thing felt wrong — parading around with his big cock lump showing, in front of a gay man — but Chip quickly put him at ease. After trying on a few more things they were laughing and Ralphy was relaxing.

Ginny, she was already in that fairyland Tucker had talked about. Marsha was all kinds of fun to talk to, and her skill with the scissors was obvious. The first nice haircut of Ginny's life almost brought her to tears as she sat and watched the transformation in the mirror. Who knew a well cut pixie could take off so many years? When it was time to start trying on wigs she hated to cover up the new look. But yeah, she needed to hide a little, and damn, that blonde wig with the soft curls was sexy! She and Marsha quickly agreed that was the one. A big box of nonprescription eye glasses was next. A pair of little black ones fit her face and the wig like a charm and looked nice and natural on her. She and Marsha looked in the mirror. Ginny wasn't Ginny anymore. Marsha did the makeup too. A full hour of eyebrow plucking, eye-lining, shading, shadowing and lipsticking took Ginny somewhere she'd never been before. She looked super sexy, and ready for anything.

Ralphy was in the studio talking to Tucker, Chip and Jamar the photographer when Ginny walked in with Marsha. Ginny was high. She was fucked up, like the buzz she got from the last weed she had smoked twenty years ago. She couldn't feel her feet. She was walking on them but her whole body was gone.The physical transformation she had just been through, the sexy clothes she was wearing, the place she was walking into, it all fucked up her head something fierce. When she saw Ralphy standing there shirtless and she saw the look on his face, the 'Holy shit, is that my Ginny?' look, she went down. Fainted. Out cold.

It didn't last long. Ralphy had carried her to a couch on one of the sets and Marsha was fanning her with the flattened out top of a cardboard box. Tucker held a cold bottle of water for her.

"You all right sweetheart?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah. What...what happened?" Ginny said.

"You fainted Gin. Scared the shit outta us," Ralphy said. "You eat anything today?"

"A little."

"Chippy, order a pizza, will ya?" Tucker said. "Pizza all right Ginny?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

She felt her head, so different with so little hair.

"I took the wig off honey," Marsha said. "Maybe it was overheatin' you. We'll fix it up again, don't worry."

"Gin, I gotta tell ya, this fuckin' haircut's killin' me," Ralphy said.

Ginny could tell it was the good kind of killin'.

"Wait'll ya see it when it's not all matted down," Marsha said. "It's fuckin' hot."

"Jesus," Ralphy said quietly.

Tucker pulled up a chair and he and Ralphy and Ginny talked about the clothes and the set and working at the diner while they waited for the pizza. After they each had a couple slices Marsha took Ginny back to fix up the wig and her makeup. Walking onto the set the second time was better.

"Now I get a chance to say what I was thinkin' the first time," Tucker said as Ginny approached. "Damn!"

Ginny giggled. It'd been twenty-fife years since a guy reacted that way.

"What he said," Ralphy said, his eyes drinking in his co-worker as never before.

Ginny had on a tight little cardigan sweater, unbuttoned enough to show a glimpse of the red lacy bra underneath. Sheathing her nice ass was a pair of very short shorts that showed off her long legs. Spiky high heels finished the outfit off with a flourish. With the makeup and the wig and the glasses, the whole thing sent a rush of blood to Ralphy's cock. He was glad he had the tight pants on and not the tighty-whities, or, god forbid, the red silk boxers he'd tried on.

"All right," Tucker said. "While you were gettin' ready Ginny, Jamar worked with Ralphy a little. He got all the technical shit worked out so we're ready to roll. Let's just start shootin' some stuff. We may revisit some poses later, because initially you'll probably be a little stiff until you get used to the camera. Don't worry about that at all, all right? Once we all get used to each other you'll start to feel the fun I was talkin' about. So, Ginny, just stand next to Ralphy. Ralphy, put your arm around her......yeah, that's good."

Jamar clicked off a few frames and started moving in and around them, clicking away as he went. Ginny didn't know what to concentrate on — Ralphy's touch, or Jamar's movements. She started to feel a little high again, like she did just before she fainted, so she took a deep breath and decided to focus on Ralphy.

"All right, I want you two to just relax," Tucker said. "Take a couple deep breaths. Good. Now Ralphy, sit on the chair, and Ginny, you sit between his legs, on his thigh. Yeah, that's it. Arch your back a little sweetheart. Nice. Marsha, make a note about this bra and sweater. It's really good on her."

Jamar was constantly on the move, clicking away.

"Chippy, put some music on, will ya," Tucker said. "Lets go another button on the sweater Marsha......yeah, that's it. You comfortable Ginny?"

Ginny nodded. She was surprised just how comfortable. The whole thing felt dreamy. Not high anymore, just dreamy. She felt like kissing Ralphy. That was odd, kinda druggy and high, but just like in a dream, it wasn't freaking her out. She knew a kiss wouldn't happen anyway.

"All right, put your hand on his chest Ginny, and your other arm around his neck. Yeah, that's it. Nice."

It was nice. Ginny and Ralphy both thought so.

"All right Ralphy, wrap your arm around her, with your hand on her hip. Yeah. And your other hand on her other leg, just above the knee. Nice. Slide that one up a little, up her thigh. Right there, hold that."

Yeah, Ralphy could hold that. Ginny had some heat pouring off of her inner thigh, and it was nice and soft. He liked that pose. Ralphy wasn't soft anymore though, and he suddenly realized his hard dick was right up tight against Ginny's butt. Jesus Christ and it was twitchin'! He couldn't stop the fuckin' thing! Every time he thought about it the motherfucker would twitch again!

Ginny felt it, but she wasn't giving away that she knew. She felt Ralphy's big cock even before it got hard, what with the thin, shiny fabric of her short shorts and Ralphy's tight pants that sort of had the lump right out there in the first place. The twitch though, that really got her heart racing.

Jamar, he was working the pose from lots of angles, because it was a good one. Ginny and Ralphy, they were starting to relax, and they had sort of melted together in a nice natural way. They had some nice looks on their faces too, like they were both into what was going down, but trying to hide it from each other. It was cute and sexy.

"I'm lovin' this you guys," Tucker said. "Ginny, you okay if we open up the sweater a little more?"

"I guess," she said.

Marsha moved in and opened two more buttons. She carefully arranged things so it was nice and even and Ginny's nice cleavage was front and center.

"Beautiful," Tucker said. "Damn Ginny, so nice. Marsha do those two bottom buttons too. Just leave a couple in the middle holdin' it together. Yeah, perfect. Ralphy, take your hand off her thigh and put it on her stomach, sorta half inside the sweater. And Ginny, move that left knee over. Perfect."

It was Ginny's turn to feel the heat, this time from Ralphy's hand. She loved watching his hands when he worked in the kitchen, and now he had one inside her clothes, big and warm and powerful. 

Ralphy, he was kind of amazed he was touching Ginny the way he was. He didn't know what to expect that day at the studio, but he didn't expect to feel her heartbeat.

"All right, good. Stand up Ginny," Tucker said. "Ralphy, put your legs together a little. Ginny, face Ralphy, straddle those big legs and sit down on his lap, with your hands on his shoulders."

It was the first deep eye-to-eye Ginny and Ralphy had had. Ginny smirked. Ralphy smiled. Ginny laughed. Jamar caught it all with a flurry of shots.

"Awesome you guys," Tucker said. "That's what I'm talkin' about. Fun. Loose. Goof around. Play with it."

Ginny pursed her lips in an air kiss at Ralphy, and they both laughed again.

"Hands on her thighs Ralphy," Tucker said. "Nice. Now up on her sides, under the sweater. Oh yeah. Nice, nice, nice. Ginny, you ready to open those buttons up?"

She was and she did.

"Slip the top down off your shoulders. Oh fuck yeah! Damn girl!" 

Ginny's eyes were wide with the excitement of it all. Things were moving faster, and the funky music Chip had put on got her into a rhythm, her body starting to move a little bit to it. Tucker noticed.

"You feel that music too Ralphy?" he asked. "Yeah baby, move to it. Move your hands on her. You okay Ginny? You get to call stop any time you want honey."

"I'm good," she said, her eyes still locked on Ralphy's.

"Take off the sweater any time honey, whenever you feel it," Tucker said.

"You do it," she said quietly to Ralphy.

His eyes lit up and sparkled. Ginny loved that. He held the little sweater while she wiggled out of it, first one arm and then the other, her tits jiggling a little in the little red bra. She put her hands back on Ralphy's shoulders.

"Fuckin' big shoulders," she whispered under her breath, like she was talking to herself.

She massaged 'em a little, ran her hands down onto Ralphy's big arms and then back up. They went around Ralphy's neck a little, and her head moved in close, like she was gonna kiss him. Ralphy's cock was hard as a fuckin' rock, and Ginny was rockin' her hips a little to the music.

"Damn!" she whispered under her breath.

"You guys are off the charts," Tucker said. "Ginny, whaddya think about panties? That'd be the icing on the cake, and then we'll call it a day."

"Yeah, I guess," she said. 

Marsha moved in, fixed her hair a little, and helped her take the shorts off over her high heels. Ralphy sat and watched, not worrying any more about the big lump in his pants. All his brain cells were occupied takin' in the sight of Ginny, standing there in a blonde wig, a sexy little red bra, and red lace panties. And high fuckin' heels no less. Those long legs he'd been watching for years were right there, every fuckin' inch of 'em.

Ginny looked down at herself, a little embarrassed.

"Guess I need to do a little landscapin' for next time," she said. "Is there gonna be a next time?" she asked Tucker.

"Oh hell yeah!" Tucker said. "You guys are fantastic. My new 'A' team. I got lots of ideas. Climb back on honey, just like you were. Arch your back sweetheart, so we can see that nice ass of yours."

She gave Ralphy a 'Holy shit, I can't believe we're doing this!' look, and then the music took her again. She closed her eyes as her hips started moving. With nothing but panty lace between her pussy and Ralphy's hard lump it was like a whole new game. She massaged his shoulders as her grinding picked up in intensity.

"Holy fffuucck!" she whispered, eyes still closed

Ralphy was moving too, lost in the moment, but his eyes were wide, watchin' the sexy blonde in glasses — a woman he knew well but didn't know at all — grind herself to an orgasm on his rock hard lump.

When she came it was silent but unmistakable, her muscles tightening and firing in little spasms, her mouth open. Her eyes opened in the middle of it, looking deep into Ralphy's, and that was all he could take. He pumped his tight pants full of hot cream.

"Ffffuck Gin!" he whispered as his balls emptied.

They were both breathless and speechless. Jamar had been circling, shooting a frenzy of shots, and they hadn't even noticed him. Ginny sat there, gathering her wits with her hands still on Ralphy's shoulders, her hips unable to come to a complete stop. Her pussy on that lump just felt too good.

"It's a wrap you guys," Tucker said, finally snapping her and Ralphy into reality. "That was as good a first session as we've ever had I think, right Jamar?"

"Yeah man. Real nice," he said.

———————

"Order up!" Ralphy yelled five hours later.

Night shift with Ginny had just started. Ralphy broke his promise — he wasn't wearing his tight pants. They needed a good washing. Ginny noticed and smiled to herself. Yeah, she did that. She made a handsome twenty-nine-year-old cum in his pants. Big time. She had no idea how she was gonna talk to him about it, but damn, just knowing it happened did her a world of good.

Making Ralphy cum, yeah, that was special, but having an orgasm herself, that was monumental, maybe even life changing. She hadn't had one for a decade or more. Her husband was more likely to slap her around than fuck her. Way more likely. And when he did stick his ugly dick in her there was nothing there. No feeling at all. Ginny thought orgasms had flown the coop. Having one rise up in her with Ralphy, so pure and beautiful like that, well it just about took her breath away just thinking about it.

The most surprising thing though, was that she wasn't even all that embarrassed about it when it happened. A fuckin' orgasm on her cook's lap, with four people watching. If you'd told her the day before that that would happen she would have told you were nuts. Totally whacked-out nuts. Not only wasn't she embarrassed by it, she liked it. Being seen like that. Maybe it was all those chemicals it released in her when it happened, some kind of happy juice she had read about in a magazine one time. Whatever it was, she just liked the shit out of the experience. Giggled with Marsha about it in the makeup room. Told Marsha how big Ralphy's cock felt. Tucker wasn't kidding when he said the place was a fairyland.

Ralphy, he was more uncomfortable about it. The big wet spot in his pants embarrassed him in front of everybody. He never expected anything like that at a photo shoot for a calendar. When he thought back on it after he got home none of it really seemed like any calendar he'd ever seen. Tucker and everybody at the studio, they sort of coaxed things along until it went maybe too far. Not so much for him but for Ginny. He was worried about her.

He looked out from the hot kitchen at Ginny in her little waitress dress. The belt around her waist, yeah that was right about where he'd had his hands under that little sweater. Damn, her waist was so small his hands wrapped almost all the way around her. And those fuckin' legs that guy in the booth was lookin' at? Ralphy's hands had been all over them too. He was holdin' 'em tight, high up on her thighs when she came. And that look on her face when it happened, Ralphy wouldn't forget that. Ever.

And then there was that fuckin' haircut. There she was, walkin' the floor at work in her uniform, a place where she always looked exactly the same day after day, and she looked like a brand-new person. Fuckin' brand-new. Way younger, way more confident. Of course it wasn't all magic and happiness. When she went to the window to put in an order with Ralphy she got shy. They both did. There was some awkward shit in the air, and neither one knew quite what to do about it. But then she'd walk away and there was a little spring in her step. It was from everything, yeah, but a lot of it came from that haircut.

Gary gave her shit about it when she got home from the photo shoot. He knew it was cut too good to be free, and he didn't think she should have spent the money on it. She was glad in a way, because it distracted him from any other look that might have been on her face. He made fun of her, said it was too short and she looked like a boy. Ginny knew different. She looked in her bedroom mirror and saw more woman than she ever had before. She didn't care if he thought she looked like a boy. Maybe he wouldn't touch her so much, not that he touched her much in the first place.

"Order up!" Ralphy yelled.

Ginny's eyes caught his when she picked up the plates. She smiled at the look on his face as he got a little lost in her glow.

The awkwardness dissipated as the hours passed. By the time their shift was over Ginny and Ralphy were back to their normal selves, even though they hadn't really talked about what had happened. They sat next to each other on the grimy back steps behind the kitchen, Ginny having her usual smoke, talking quietly so the morning shift wouldn't hear. The noise from the big exhaust fan covered up their conversation pretty well.

"Tucker's got quite a place there, huh?" Ginny said.

"Fuck, I guess so," Ralphy said. "There's way more to it than I thought."

"Yeah."

"So, you good Ginny?" Ralphy asked. "Did they, uh...I mean they didn't get you to do stuff you didn't wanna do or anything, did they?"

"Nope. I mean, a girl doesn't get all the way, you know, there, unless she's pretty comfortable, so..."

"Oh...good...yeah," Ralphy said. "I was kinda...surprised though, you know?"

"You and me both," Ginny smiled. "So we doin' it again?"

She glanced at Ralphy with a bright twinkle in her eyes, and took a drag on her cigarette. Ralphy wasn't quite sure what she meant. The photo shoot? The orgasms?




Tucker's Studio Ch. 01



"Yeah," he said, answering both possible questions.

"The money's good, huh?" Ginny said.

"Yeah. It's like gettin' paid to do somethin' that's..."

"Awesome?" Ginny said.

Ralphy smiled.

A hundred-and-fifty bucks. That's how much Tucker had paid each of them. Cash money. Ralphy had gone right to the muffler shop, tired of people thinking he was a dumb kid when he roared around in his noisy Miata, and Ginny, she stashed hers down in the laundry room at home, in a bin that held old tablecloths and stuff.

"You know Gin, you look really good with that hair," Ralphy said, sounding kind of shy.

"This you mean, or the blonde?" she asked, her eyes twinkling again.

Ralphy blushed. She caught him. He liked both, but damn, that curly blonde shit! That was somethin' else!

"How 'bout them glasses? They look all right on me?" Ginny asked.

"Fuck yeah!" Ralphy said.

"Oh, you like that shit huh?" Ginny smiled. "I never noticed you lookin' at smart girls in here. You into that?"

"I guess maybe."

"That's good to know," Ginny said. She smiled and filed away that information. She was surprised how much she wanted to be attractive to Ralphy. It was a new feeling, one Gary had all but stripped out of her. She'd had a long bathroom session at home before work, pruning her long neglected bush. She couldn't shave it clean or anything like that, but she trimmed it down nice and then took a long shower and shaved everything that showed outside her panties. She'd always shaved her legs nice, because they showed at work and helped her get better tips, but shaving up high? That hadn't been done in ten years or more. She wore a little eyeliner to work too, for the first time in a while. With that and the cute pixie hair and the glow on her face, the tips were pretty good that night. Better than usual.

"Tucker said he's gonna call you, right?" Ginny said as they got up to leave.

"Yeah. Couple days he said." 

"Sweet dreams Ralphy," Ginny said as he walked over to his car.

Ralphy smiled, turned the key and the little roadster sounded new again, ready for new adventures.

———————

"All right, lookin' good!" Tucker said.

He was admiring his new talent, Ginny in yoga clothes and Ralphy bare-chested again, in nylon gym shorts. The set was a piece of gym equipment, a narrow, flat, padded bench with a barbell in a rack, on a big seamless background.

The clothes were all from the studio's wardrobe. Marsha picked out Ginny's yoga outfit — tight capri length pants and a short, low cut, bare-midriff top. Ginny thought she should wear a bra, but Marsha told her it wouldn't work with what they were going for. 

"Tucker's gonna want your nips in play," Marsha had said.

Panties were negotiated too, Marsha thinking none, to keep the yoga pants looking smooth. A little thong was the compromise. 

Ralphy, he was worried. The gym shorts he had on were shorter and smaller than he'd normally wear, and he didn't have any underwear on under them. They had a built in liner that was wispy nylon, and his big cock was moving pretty free. He sprung a little wood just watching Ginny walk out, her tits bouncing a little and her nips already in play, just like Tucker wanted. The wig, makeup and glasses killed him again too.

"Ralphy, hit the deck and do some of those pushups you were tellin' me about," Tucker said. "Pump up those guns, all right?"

Ralphy was glad to oblige — he needed to get his mind off Ginny's tits. Ginny and Marsha stood and watched him do a whole bunch of effortless pushups while Tucker helped Jamar get the camera equipment ready.

"All right," Tucker said. "Ralphy, lay down on the bench under that barbell. Those are fake weights. They got a little bit of weight to 'em, but you're gonna have to act a little when you lift it. Don't over act, all right? Just pretend like it's real. Chippy, give him a little spray. Shine him up a little. Good. All right, give it a few lifts there Ralphy."

He lifted it with ease, but put a grimace on his face and moved slowly. Jamar started snapping pictures.

"That's good. You're a natural. All right Ginny, stand right by the top of his head and pretend you're spotting for him. Put your arms out like you're ready to catch the bar if he gets in trouble. Yeah, that's good. Arch your back sweetheart, let the world see those beautiful tits of yours."

They did look pretty good, she thought. Why not be proud of them? She thrust them out and watched Ralphy's big muscles pump some light-weight iron.

"That's good. Ginny, come around here and straddle Ralphy on the bench......Wow, that looks great. Those long legs of yours are awesome. Put your hands on your hips and scowl at him, like you're his coach. Yeah. Nice. Now sit on him. Move right up to his crotch. Put your hands on his abs. Keep liftin' Ralphy." 

Jamar was constantly on the move with his camera, capturing every angle and every change in position. Ginny, she could feel Ralphy's cock harden up again. Knowing she was doing that to him so easily gave her a big boost of self confidence. Making him cum in his pants the other day wasn't a fluke after all.

"Great. All right, lets change course here," Tucker said. "Marsha, take Ginny and put her in a short business skirt and a tight white blouse. No bra. Get her a clipboard and a pencil. Ralphy, take a break, get a water or somethin'."

Ralphy was glad for a chance to cool down his mind-of-its-own cock, but not so happy when Ginny climbed off of it and everybody could see the tent in his shorts. He sat with his arm covering it for a minute or two before getting his water.

"Ralphy, don't worry about that shit man. We're all used to it here," Tucker said to him when they were alone.

"Yeah, but I'm not," he said. "And I don't think Ginny is either."

"Hey, it's part of what we're goin' for. Look at it this way, we're after those kinds of expressions on your faces, and you guys aren't professional actors, so we don't see it unless you guys really feel it. So it's kinda gotta be real. You know what I mean? It's all part of it."

"Yeah, I guess I can see that," Ralphy said. "What about Marsha though."

"She's seen it a thousand times man," Tucker said. "Trust me, it's cool. All right?"

"Yeah, okay," Ralphy said.

Fifteen minutes later Marsha and Ginny were back. Ginny looked radiant. The costume changes and the whole environment had her feeling like a kid playing dress-up. Feeling good about life in a whole new way.

"All right, lets repeat that last pose. Ralphy do a few pushups first and then Chip'll spritz you."

Marsha chuckled. "You wouldn't mind 'spritzin' that, would ya Chippy?"

"Hell no!" Chip laughed, and he winked at Ralphy.

Ralphy smiled. He was finally starting to relax.

They all got back in the groove, Ginny straddling Ralphy, Jamar circling with the camera, Ralphy staring at the dreamy librarian or whatever Ginny was supposed to be, his cock hard again, pressed tight against the warmth of her crotch.

"Unbutton your shirt down as far as you want Ginny," Tucker said. "Show off that nice body of yours."

She did it the way the sweater was the other day, opening the top and the bottom, leaving two buttons in the middle to hold things together. Of course that day she had a bra on, and this day, well, she was way more free.

"Perfect honey," Tucker said.

Her cleavage was really out there, and the way she was holding her prop clipboard pushed one tit over a little, not quite exposing the nipple, but close. Ginny was well aware, and felt wicked. Fantastically, wonderfully wicked. 

"Perfect. Pretend you're scoring him on his weightlifting," Tucker said.

She scowled a little as she pretended to write on her clipboard, playing up the acting thing.

"Ginny, whaddya think about openin' your shirt all the way?" Tucker asked.

She knew it was a moment of truth. A turning point. She could sense, from the way Tucker had guided them, that this was the direction he wanted to go, and the last thing she wanted to do was put an end to things. She was having too much fun, and the experience had been so good for her on so many levels. Truth be told, she had been thinking about this moment for two days, and she was ready.

"I'm game," she said, smiling at Ralphy. She not only unfastened the buttons, she slipped her shoulders out of the top of the blouse, putting her naked tits on full display, squeezed together slightly by her arms.

"That's the stuff. Fuck yeah," Tucker said. "Ralphy, what are ya gonna do about that my friend? What would you normally do in this kind of circumstance?"

Ginny's heart raced when she heard Tucker's questions. Her eyes flared a little and she smiled, silently daring Ralphy to show everyone his answer. He lowered the barbell onto the rack. Ginny's beautiful chest was heaving as Ralphy's big hands cupped her soft globes. A deep, quiet moan rose up in Ginny, and her eyes closed. The gentle touch of a man who cared was so fuckin' different than the slap of a man who didn't. 

Tucker let them work things out on their own while Jamar circled, looking for angles. The camera's clicks and his movements were just a blur to Ginny and Ralphy.

"Chippy, take that barbell outta the way will ya?" Tucker said. He nodded at Marsha. She walked over, took the clipboard from Ginny and slipped the blouse off of her. "Ginny, put your hands on his chest. Kinda squeeze your tits together with your arms. Arch your back. Oh yeah, that looks good. Damn, you got a nice body honey."

A nice glow started burning inside Ginny. Tucker's praise and Ralphy's touch were working on her.

"Ginny how do you feel about Ralphy's mouth? It's kinda nice isn't it?"

"Yeah it is."

"Is there anything you'd like him to do with it?"

"Yeah. Is it okay?" she asked, her voice a little breathless.

"Sure honey, anything you wanna do's okay. Anything," Tucker said. His voice was calm. Almost hypnotic.

"First I wanna get outta this skirt. Is that all right?" Ginny asked.

Marsha rushed in and unzipped it. It was a full zipper, all the way down the side. Ginny hadn't seen one like that, but then she'd never hung around a porn studio before. She lifted her butt and Marsha whisked it away.

The whole time, through all the questions, Ginny had been looking at Ralphy's face. He looked kind of mesmerized by all that was happening, and the way Ginny was acting. She was siting on him wearing nothing but a white thong, and his mind was scrambled big time.

"Are we goin'?" Ginny asked Tucker.

"Yeah honey," Tucker said. "Don't even think about us. Just go whenever and wherever you wanna go. Ralphy's mouth was on your mind I think."

It was. Before all the questions Ginny had wanted him to suck on her tits. Ralphy wanted it too. But there was also the kissing thing. Too intimate maybe, since they were co-workers and all that shit. Funny how they thought kissing would be more intimate than sucking on those nice tits everyone was looking at. Thinking about it all just made things blurry again. Suddenly the blur was soft and wet —a super hot kiss, full of tons of stuff, but mostly lust. Intense, wicked hot lust.

Mouths together, tongues wrestling in the wetness, Ralphy's hands on Ginny's tits, Ginny's almost naked crotch grinding on the big cock again, Jamar circling — clicking, clicking, clicking.

Tucker knew when to stay out of the way. He and Chip and Marsha looked on, knowing there was some big heat happening. Tucker had done it before, brought co-workers that he 'had a feeling about' into the studio. The results were usually similar. Often they ended up fucking their brains out. Only time would tell if Ginny and Ralphy went that far.

The hot kiss migrated down Ginny's neck, and then that tit sucking they both wanted was underway. Ginny couldn't believe how good it felt, combined as it was with her pussy grinding on Ralphy's lump. It only took a minute or two for a big orgasm for nail her. It was a fuckin' wicked one. 

Ralphy loved it. Ginny's body was alive like no woman he'd ever been with. He did his best to control himself. Cumming in his pants again would be too fucking embarrassing.

Ginny's orgasm, it made her a little wild. She had Tucker's voice in her head, "Anything you wanna do's okay. Just go where you wanna go", but mostly she just felt free. She was with a man who made her feel good. A man who cared about her and respected her. She had just cum hard in his lap with her tit in his mouth. She knew she had to feel that huge lump in his pants in a whole new way.

She slid herself off his lap onto the bench and quick as a wink her hand was on it, right up inside the leg of those nylon gym shorts. They were tented up big time, what with his massive hard-on and her hand up in there. Ralphy wanted to say "What the fuck!" but all he could do was groan.

Their eyes were locked together, like they couldn't look away, as Ginny stroked that big fuckin' cock. Stroked it with some authority.

When Jamar had worked all the angles Tucker spoke up, calling the next move.

"Chippy, get him outta those shorts."

Ralphy didn't object. Ginny got out of the way and gave Ralphy a deep kiss while Chip pulled off the offending clothing, then she put a tit back in his mouth. Her hand roamed all around Ralphy's abs and found his cock while he sucked and bit and licked her nipple. Chip retreated, warm gym shorts in hand.

Ginny pushed Ralphy down, flat on his back on the narrow bench. She walked her long legs over him, straddling his head. She looked down at him, just inches below her crotch, and slipped her hand inside her little white thong, fingering her pussy. As she stood there she could see Chip and Marsha and Tucker, all watching intently. She thought it odd how she didn't seem to care. Maybe it was the wig, and the glasses. She was hiding in plain sight. Her gaze dropped to Ralphy's big hard cock, patiently waiting for her on his belly. It twitched. Maybe it wasn't so patient.

The big question of the fleeting moment was the thong. On or off? Her mind was flooded with OFF, and off it came. Ralphy's mind was scrambled more than ever. He and Ginny, both naked as a son-of-a-bitch in a photo studio. Could anything be fuckin' crazier? He got his answer. Ginny sixty-nined him.

Turns out Ginny was a wild little motherfucker when she was young. Life in her forties and fifties had turned to shit, but back in her twenties? When she was twenty-three she hooked up with a thirty-five-year-old, and they had some times! He wanted to try every sexual position in the book, and he really had a book! Long story short, when Ginny was young she got fucked every which-way, and her sucky middle-aged life made her long for some of that old which-way.

Sixty-nine was a favorite back in those days. Guess you could say she had a bookmark on that page. It all came back to her like she'd never been away when Ralphy slipped his tongue into her pussy and her head went down on that big cock. Fuck it felt good!

Of course Ralphy, he'd never pictured Ginny being wild or anything. He fantasized about her, yeah, but picturing her doing this to him? No way. The whole thing was like an alternate reality or something. Way out there. He couldn't tell exactly what she was doing, but it sure felt like his cock was going way deep in her mouth. Super deep, and she was working the length of it with her hands too. She got so into sucking on it her glasses fell off her face. She just tossed them aside and Marsha swooped in to collect them.

So Ginny, she'd already cum. That big, full body event, sitting on Ralphy with her tit in his mouth. But Ralphy, he'd held out, so Ginny was on a mission to get him off. Big time. She wanted to reward him for making her feel like a woman again. So what happened? Ralphy blew like a geyser. She could feel it coming and let the first shot fly, as high in the air as she'd ever seen, and then she gobbled up the spewing shaft, letting it pump over and over and over again inside her hungry mouth.

Ralphy, he was high-pitch moaning so hard into her pussy it sounded like he was crying. The feel of that happening between her legs, and the sweet taste and throb of a gushing man put Ginny over the edge again. It was an out-of-nowhere orgasm that rocked her hard. Ralphy's was like that too. He'd never been rocked that hard in his life.

Jamar, he caught the whole wild, crazy thing on film, or whatever it is they use instead of film these days. Chip and Marsha, they were both wishing they were Ginny, sucking on that big geyser. And Tucker, he was just hoping Ginny and Ralphy didn't get freaked out by doing too much too soon. He wanted 'em back for more.

———————

"Order up!" Ralphy yelled.

Ginny collected the four plates, somehow holding them all in two hands. She winked at Ralphy when she caught his eye. 

Funny how a wink can hit you like a gunshot. Just a few hours ago he was drinking Ginny's lady liquor straight from her pussy, and she was slurpin' up his jiz. Tucker was probably sitting there right now at his computer, looking at freeze frames of the 'money shot'. 

Ralphy, he just didn't know what to think. He loved it, sure. Who the fuck wouldn't? But Ginny, she kept changing, day by day, like she was blossoming or something. Other folks probably didn't see it too much, other than the haircut, but Ralphy saw it plain as day. Was he falling in love? Jesus, that wouldn't be good.

"Ralphy, come talk to me honey," Ginny said.

She was sitting on a stool in the empty diner, after a late night rush had quieted down. She was sipping on a coffee, and Ralphy walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of water, moving kinda slow, not sure of what he should say.

"So that was fun today, huh," Ginny said with a twinkle. It was one of those big understatements, and Ralphy couldn't hold back a smile.

"Fuck Gin, are we in over our heads?" he said.

"It felt pretty good when I was over your head, that's all I know," Ginny giggled. 

It was a sexy little giggle, like a teenaged girl. Ralphy's heart skipped a little. Damn she was cute! And since when did fifty-five-year-old women get 'cute'?

"Gin..."

"Ralphy, I know you're mixed up about this. I just wanna say I ain't never had such a good time in all my life. I mean that. And I had some wicked fuckin' good times a long time ago. But if you're fucked up too much about this, I don't wanna do that to you. We can knock it off, if that's what you think."

"No, I mean...I never had such a good time either. But Gin...it's in front of other people and cameras and shit. Aren't you freaked out by that? I mean they're nice and all, but..."

"They are nice. I need some nice people in my life. I know that's no excuse for doin' what we're doin', but that's part of why I'm okay with it I guess. And you...well, lets say I ain't had a man touch me who I've had sort of a connection with in so long I can't even remember. Ralphy I...even if nothin' else happens, I'll never forget ya for doin' that for me. Makin' me feel like that. Like a woman again."

Ginny looked into Ralphy's eyes. He was speechless.

"Sorry Ralphy. This is all too much, isn't it?" Ginny said.

"Hey, I'm a big boy," Ralphy said. "I am mixed up, yeah, but shit, I got nothin' to worry about. You Gin...what about Gary and shit, you know? I worry about you, about that."

"Fuck that. Let me worry about that shit, and I'm not too worried. For one thing, nobody I know would ever believe it was me, and anyway, the disguise with the wig and the makeup and the glasses and shit, I hardly recognize myself.

"Yeah. It's somethin' else, I'll tell ya," Ralphy said. 

"Oh, you like blondie? She fuckin' make you hot?" Ginny giggled.

"What makes me hot is seein' you under there, and under there," he said, gesturing to her uniform.




Tucker's Studio Ch. 01



Ginny's eyes twinkled again. A sexy smirk curled up on her lips.

"So we good?" she asked. "We goin' back to fairyland for more?"

"Yeah," Ralphy said, smiling a little, looking sexy as hell. "We're good."

"Just so ya know, I wanna go further than what we already did," Ginny said.

Ralphy's heart rate doubled.

"Further?" he said.

"Yeah. You know."

"Right there in front of people?"

"Yeah. Right there," Ginny said. "You know Tucker's gonna wanna put it on video, right? He thinks he's sneakin' up on us, but it's pretty easy to see that's what his devious mind's been anglin' for all along. It's a porn studio ya know."

"You sure you wanna do that Gin?"

"Ralphy, as long as you're with me, I'm all in."

———————

A thousand bucks a session. Five-hundred each. That's the deal they made with Tucker for video work. Tucker said, based on the chemistry he'd seen between them, they could come in a couple times a week if they wanted. If it stayed smokin' hot like the still pictures were, he'd pay 'em happily.

Ralphy and Ginny, they couldn't hardly wrap their heads around it. A thousand a week, on top of their diner pay? For fuckin'? Yeah, sign me up, they both said.

"If you want even more work I can set up some shoots with some other talent," Tucker said. "I got some guys that'd love to work with you Ginny."

She looked horrified for a quick second but hid it, and then she glanced at Ralphy.

"Yeah, no, I don't think I can do that," she said to Tucker.

"Think it over. No rush. How 'bout you Ralphy. I got some girls in mind for you."

Ralphy looked at Ginny. She was trying her best to give him a blank expression, but there was just a hint of something there.

"Maybe we can just keep it like this, huh? Me and Gin, like a team?"

"That's cool too," Tucker said. "You guys definitely got the chemistry together, that's for sure. Yeah, lets use it. So, we're all set then. Why don't you guys hit the dressing rooms. Marsha and Chip are waitin' for you. I'll see you out on set in a little bit."

Under the lights a little while later, Ralphy was in bed on a set made up to look like a hotel room. He was naked, with a sheet pulled up to his waist, reading a Playboy magazine. There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" he asked, kinda stiffly.

The door opened. It was Ginny, dressed like a maid. Her curly blonde wig had a hairnet on it and she had on different glasses. Cheaper, kind of old-fashioned looking things.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you said come in," she said. It was a pretty good line reading for a beginner.

"Oh, Yeah. You can come in," Ralphy said.

"I gotta change the sheets," Ginny said.

"I haven't got any clothes on," Ralphy said, fighting a smile.

"That's okay Mister," Ginny said. "I'll take mine off too, so we're even."

She and Ralphy burst out laughing. Chip and Marsha laughed too.

"All right," Tucker said with a chuckle. "Ginny, take it again from "That's okay Mister...""

"That's okay Mister. I'll take mine off too, so we're even."

She put down her bucket of cleaning supplies and unzipped her maid's dress. She stepped out of it, showing off her white lingerie — a sexy little bra, panties, garter belt and white stockings. She kept stripping until she had nothing on but the garter belt, stockings and white shoes.

She walked to the bed and pulled back the sheet. Ralphy's cock was in his hand, big and meaty and harder than fuck. They'd rehearsed the first part of the scene ten minutes before, with Ralphy in a robe and Ginny still in her clothes, so this part, from here on out, was all new. Tucker had told them to improvise. Do whatever felt right. 

So there it was, Ginny's big time fantasy — Ralphy naked in bed. He looked like a dream. Ever since the big sixty-nine on the weight bench Ginny'd been waiting to get her hands on that meat again, dying to feel it, the way it throbbed in her hand, the way the heat poured off of it. She'd been waiting for a lot more too, the feel of it pounding into her, ripping her pussy right in two as it tried to find it's way to the middle of her insides. First things first though — that big fuckin' thing was goin' down her throat again.

Yeah, that's it. As soon as it went in she remembered that stuffed mouth feeling, like there was a live monster in there, a beast that she wasn't sure she could tame. She kinda hoped she'd never tame it. She wanted it to rattle the bars of it's cage, bend those bars right open and ravage the shit out of her. She could feel the energy in it as it slithered in and out of her throat. It was ready. Ready to rough her up good.

"Fuck me Mister," she said after she'd sucked the shit out of Ralphy. "Fuck me fuckin' hard."

Ralphy, he was as revved up as he'd ever been in his life. His whole body was on fire, like he was melting down before he even lit the match. Ginny was on her hands and knees, ready for anything. Just looking at her was almost too much for him.

Do whatever feels right, Tucker had said, so Ralphy licked Ginny's asshole. Yeah, that felt right. Then he fucked her pussy with his tongue, with his nose right up in that asshole. That felt right too.

Ginny, she had her head down and her arms out, clutching at the bedsheets. She writhed like a beautiful animal. A long-legged animal with one hell of an ass. Ralphy devoured the fuckin' thing with his mouth, and she came hard, just about losing her mind.

She was all shaky so Ralphy held her up on her knees. He knew he should give her a chance to recover but he just couldn't do it. He plowed his big cock into her, splitting that pretty pussy right in two, just like Ginny had dreamed. The orgasm she was winding down from reversed direction. Fast. Like somebody had slammed her back in gear and mashed the throttle.

Marsha, she just about had an orgasm of her own, watching the show. She'd been there on set plenty of times before, but watching Ralphy and Ginny was different somehow. She could tell there was a whole lotta shit there under the surface, visceral shit, and it was kinda fuckin' breathtaking.

So Ralphy's in deep — balls deep — fucking Ginny hard, and Ginny's cumming like a motherfucker. There's a crying moan that's flowing out of her open mouth like some kind of opera singer in an insane asylum or something. Ralphy, he's moaning too, almost howling. It got to the point where the whole fuckin' fake hotel room could have burst into flames and nobody would have wondered why.

———————

After a couple weeks of fucking Ralphy real nice in front of the cameras, Ginny was driving home one day with five-hundred clams in her hand when a Johnny Cash song came on the radio...

"I'm gonna break...I'm gonna break my...I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run."

His deep voice hit her right in her soul. She left Gary later that day and got a little apartment of her own. She rides to the studio in the Miata sometimes now, and doesn't worry so much about the wigs and glasses. The first time she fucked Ralphy looking like herself Ralphy just about howled again, and Marsha got the goosebumps just watching them. 

So that's where we'll leave it, this story about Ginny and Ralphy. It was a summer in that rust belt city that was warmer than usual, and not quite as green as they sometimes are. Some days it got downright hot, hot enough to slippery-up your skin and raise your blood pressure a little. Ginny and Ralphy, they kinda liked it that way.