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Solo Act
It had been three years since I'd last seen Helen. She lived at an adjoining farm, much to my displeasure, and the games were starting again. I tried to put her out of my mind as Carol and I got together, but it was easy as long as I never ran into her. Carol wrote me during my tours in 'Nam. She gave me a place to stay when got back, lost and confused, until my hair grew back out so that the crowds of protestors couldn't target me for ridicule. She was sweet....but sweet just wasn't enough for aching balls I discovered. Now, with Helen two feet away, it's not so easy, not at all like I thought it would be. Carol was gone and she was here. It was mind over matter as I struggled to not become aroused while she became more and more overt, watching my cock like a barometer forecasting the weather.
"I'm really glad to see you again....and having you back in town helps me out...I mean...I don't have to go out of town to get my meat anymore." She tried seductive talk that didn't work anymore, at least not on me. I ignored her, starting another set of bench presses. As I spread my legs for leverage, my cock slid to the side, positioning itself such that it was displayed broadside. I saw Helen cock her head for a better look, then sigh. Her long hard nipples began rising beneath her dress. The fact that her tits were so small made them look even more enormous. She spotted my eyes feasting upon those nasty nipples and took them between her finger tips, pulling them to their full height. I turned away because at the rate blood was flowing to my crotch, I'd lose consciousness before long. Besides, I was not going to let her win. But, she took the bull by the horns, standing suddenly, walking to the edge of the deck, bending over the rail as if looking at something in the yard. Slowly, her short, tight green dress rode up so that just the bottoms of her cheeks were revealed.
Her legs were lean, and muscular. She must have been working out for some time. In general she was slim, flat-chested. But, her ass was exquisitely shaped, firm and round. Plump, but not flabby as she'd put on a little weight. It was her prize asset and she knew it. She leaned further over the rail until what appeared to be a mile of crack was exposed to the daylight. The back view of her box was breathtaking. The dew on her pussy was shimmering in the sunlight, reflecting rays back at me, blinding me in lust. She looked back over her shoulder at me, that smug look I always hated painted on her face seeming to say, "I bet you wanna poke it, don't ya?"
Then, she suddenly turned to face me, the bottom of her hairy crotch just visable beneath the hem of her dress. "Just face it. You want me and you know it. But you don't like me. Bugs the shit out of you, doesn't it? How a person can hate someone..., " she paused, pulling her dress down and walking across the deck, her high heels making an even tapping on the wood as if to punctuate the pause in her statement, "...but still want to fuck their brains out! I know how you feel. I want to fuck your brains out!" To illustrate the point, she reached underneath my shorts and roughly pulled my now hard cock out of one of the legs of my gym shorts. "Oh, yeah!" She mocked me. "Little cock wants to come out and play."
I started to sit up, but a firm push in my chest made me lay back down as she kicked her leg over the bench, turning away from me and straddling the bench, giving me another back view of her hairy pussy, wild tangled, untrimmed hair, glistening. The black hair on her head was well trimmed, neat. Her legs were always shaved smooth. Her make-up was always perfect. The sight of her wild crotch hair DID get me worked up. And I DID hate it.
"You know why I don't trim my pussy?" she asked. "Because I want to remind myself just how wild and unrestrained good fucking is. That's what makes it good. Wild abandon, animal lust. Bodies entangled, rutting, humping, sweating. It's so...so nasty...don't you think?" With that, she jerked my cock again, bending down to just touch her lips to the head, then standing back up, only to smile at my torture.
"I've got a deal for you, stud. If I can't get you off in 5 minutes, I'll let you have me...anyway...you...want. No matter how kinky. In fact, the kinkier, the better." She slapped her fish-belly white, plump cheeks leaving a red handprint. "But....if...and when....I do get you off," she squatted within two inches of my face on the bench, the moisture and heat of her cunt apparent before she straightened up again, "then you'll do me...over and over again....the way I want it." She unstraddled my face, smirking at my now fully erect cock. "Here, baby....come to mama..." she invited.
Without waiting for an answer, she pulled my shorts to my knees, dropping to her knees, her mouth opening large to receive my muscle. I didn't know if I could make it, her tongue darting up and down the shaft, her lips smacking the head. God, she was good. I thought I could resist for five minutes maybe...then I saw my neighbor Beth at the corner of the house, obviously having driven up the front road and walked around behind. Holy shit, it WAS her making those phone calls. Now, I was fucked! She'd see this going on and just walk away. Just like I suspected, Helen had screwed me over again. I fretted until I saw the amused smile on her face. She looked at her watch, then back at me. She wasn't shocked, she was enjoying this.
Helen was too occupied, and couldn't see Beth behind her as she sucked and taunted, "Ummm, baby. Cock tastes good. How does it feel?" She kept driving me to the limit with a bet I couldn't win. But, I tried, resisting as best a man can in this situation. Then as if things weren't bad enough, I saw Beth reach into her khakki shorts, rubbing an itch too big to ignore. Mesmerized, I watched her looking me in the eye, dropping her shorts to the ground and stepping out, masterbating roughly in full view like I'd seen her doing so many times at her farm. Helen was still talking, slurping, tonguing me, dipping the long slender fingers of her other hand into her own moist mound, her dress up over her hips, rocking.
Beth leaned against the house, frigging herself with vigor that made ME tired to watch. Her hips bucked energetically and I wondered if she might get splinters in her pretty little butt if she wasn't more careful. She looked at me time to time, smiling that innocent smile that looked out of place on that horny body. Then she came, shuttering. Not like the actresses do in the porno movies. Real orgasms are like sneezing, kind of quirky and uncontrolled. That's what makes a hot woman hot....she doesn't HAVE to fake it. She cums, no matter how silly or weird it looks. And Beth was cumming.
It caught me in a weak moment, and I found myself screaming, "NO!" because I was cumming, too. The spectacle of Beth flogging her lips against the house and Helen's head bobbing up and down on my crotch was too much. Helen took it as a warning instead of a denial and moved her head just in time, but not before a strong spurt caught her on the side of her keen nose, dripping off in a comical manner down her long, sleek neck. Suddenly, she began jerking, spasms racking her body, her mouth half open, eyes closed, fingers of one hand deep in her snatch, two fingers of the other twisting her clit into a knot. She sighed and whispered, "Um..." and that's all.
She grabbed my towel and calmly wiped the cum off her face, smiling like it was pure gold. That same fucking smug smile I always hated. "We have lift-off," she mocked, then slid bare-assed onto the deck. We took a couple of minutes to recover before anyone spoke again. Finally, Helen said, "Well, that's that. I win." But, Beth was buttoning her pants as she walked up to the deck, startling Helen. "Not so", Beth corrected her. "You said you could get him off in five minutes. It took 5 minutes and 45 seconds for him to cum. You lose!"
Beth looked at me slyly winking. "She really got you off. It seems as if you two have something in common, now doesn't it?" Helen was sitting at the edge of the deck, legs wide leaving nothing to the imagination, curiously trying to comprehend what was going on as Beth continued. "Thanks for inviting me today. This beats nasty phone calls anytime." My shorts were still down around ankles. Suddenly, self-conscious, I leaned up, pulling them up and on. She laughed quietly, getting a lustful look in her eye. "The question now is," she glanced over her shoulder towards Helen, "since you won....what are we going to do with her....?"
Helen for the first time lost that smug smile of hers.
"Wait a minute....who the fuck is this?" she jerked her thumb towards Beth. I saw Beth cross her arms with a look on her face that said, "Hey, back me up here or I'll leave." I jumped to my feet and said, "Hey, a bet's a bet...and this lady...uh...my neighbor says you lost. Were you keeping time?" I asked her.
"Well, no..." Helen whinned.
"Then we have the word of an impartial judge that YOU lost the bet. Fair is fair, right?"
"She looked down, remaining silent. As long as I had known Helen, she had never been anything less than a domineering bitch. For the first time, she seemed....passive. At a loss for words. I decided to push further and I saw Beth nodding approvingly.
"I'll tell you what....let's go inside and have something to drink....and decide what we're going to do next." Beth instructed. Helen rose like a broken puppet. Her dress still rode high on her ass as she stood and I smacked her hard on the rump. "And hurry up..."
...I went upstairs to my room to make a couple of calls, seeing as I was going to be occupied all afternoon, possibly into the night. I cancelled a dinner date and rolled up a couple of joints before I showered, giving the ladies a little time to get to know each other. As I toweled out, I wondered if they were eating each other out by now. I changed into my loose-fitting cotton shorts and a silk shirt, and went downstairs. I saw Beth had apparently found my tape collection. The personal one. Her and Helen were chewing on something that looked like a root or something.
On screen was a thin Spanish girl I recognized as Christina in a French Maid outfit. She was bent over a table with a man in a butler uniform ramming her. I remembered making that one more than a year ago. Christina was from a rich family in Venezuela, a real bitch to be around. Her fantasy was being a maid, a common servant and anal sex. She just could not get off without a dick in her butt, which is a common problem with women who have been privileged all their lives. I heard tell that once, she caught her brother fucking a poor peasant girl who did part-time maid service in the garden, promising her the equivalent of a month's wages if she'd spread her buns for him. She did, eagerly. You can do that if you're filthy rich in a dirt poor country. Christina had men lined up who would lick her rich ass, but never really got off.
She harbored the peasant/servant fantasy for years until she released herself one night on the cock of a man who just thought she was another poor Mexican and offered her $100 to bend over. He informed her to take off her panties in the bathroom and meet him at his car, so he wouldn't be seen leaving with her. How degrading, but erotic urges are sometimes twisted, and the very act of being degraded in this fashion got Christina hornier than she'd ever been before. Christina complied, thinking that at the last minute, she would pull out her checkbook and buy his car right out from under him, and make him lick her crack, out of spite.
She arrived at his car, and without a word he reached under her short dress and shoved a finger into her tight bum. The sensation made her lose her train of thought as he loosened her tight muscle while sticking his tongue deep down her throat. She ground into the finger until there were two in her hole. He instructed her to pull his aching cock out, which she did, no one noticing the action between cars. He stroked his hand through his hair and oiled up his cock. Suddenly, he pulled her into the car, positioning her on top of his cock as he ground her into the steering wheel pushing his oily cock into her dry bum. He didn't care much about the gradual approach, she had mentioned, and soon had her speared on his fleshy harpoon. Christina forgot all about monetary revenge, as she was lost in lust. She felt a rush of excitement, then intense pleasure mixed with the pain. She began riding wildly atop his cock, loosening her bum in the action, on the edge of an orgasm when he came and shoved her off.
He thrust a $100 bill at her and shoved her out the car. She was so excited, she ignored the indignity and rushed to her car where she masterbated to a hard, wet orgasm, a finger in each hole. The next night, she bought his car and made him lick her bum for $1000...after he had fucked it, and had her revenge. But, she'd discovered something good and nasty called a butt-fucking.
She met me a few months later, and we were quick friends, especially in the sex department. She wanted to make pornos and ship them to South America, a lucrative market in which she already had connections. The money was good, but she already had plenty of that. She was clearly in it for the horny fun and excitement. The first time we decided to become intimate, she ran down a raunchy list of things she liked to do...anal sex being number one on her list. She told me the story of how she first came to like it and commenced pulling my cock out in the car. Apparently, she wanted a dry run before we started rolling the cameras. We were in an underground garage and before I knew it, she had her dress hiked up and was squatting on my pole. She gave me instructions of how she liked it, just like a rich bitch used to giving orders, even with a dick in her ass. After a few moments, I had gripped her tightly around the waist and was holding on tight while she rode. That's when I finally believed that she REALLY liked it. Later that day, we redid the sequence with the camera rolling.
She was clearly getting off in this film, and Beth and Helen were so intent on the action, they failed to see me come in. I was hammering her petite frame from behind, her tight, brown buns straining at the intrusion. She humped in return, tossing her head from side to side in a spectacle that still made me rock hard as she enjoyed the anal invasion. A couple of edited in close-ups of her hairy bum stretched tight with my log relentlessly probing made Beth moan out loud. Beth was masterbating again while Helen stared bug-eyed as Christina fingered her snatch on the white table cloth and spread wide with her right knee on the table and butter on her buns. When she came, it was explosive, and she screamed unintelligible Spanish words, dishes and glasses knocked everywhere as she thrashed underneath me while I plowed her south 40 in long easy strokes by this time.
Then, as an afterthought, I pulled out to come on her brown, buttery buns. I myself gasped at the amount of cum I shot, reminding myself to do Christina again real soon. The scene suddenly went black, and another sequence started, Christina sitting on my cock in a car, apparently at a drive in, reliving that first cock in butt experience. She rode like a maniac, her tiny tits bouncing, almost entirely dark brown nipples looking like they were about to explode. I did before they did, and a stream of cum could be seen shooting from between her legs, landing in her bush before she could position herself for the cum-shot. We thought about re-doing the scene, but it was so hot, we decided to leave it as it was and forfeit to closeup of the cum-shot.
The next scene was with an ex-secretary named Jackie who had a HUGE bubble butt and cute upturned nose. The hard driving scene had ME blushing as the ripples smashed her buns into a series of waves as I pounded her fleshly mounds. There was very little editing or staging in this scene, unlike the carefully staged scenes with Christina. This was simply two or three minutes of hard pounding Jackie's heavy, heavy bottom. Helen was visibly turned on and squirming on the floor as Jackie's throaty groans and empassioned abandon and my relentless banging made the film melt. Her hand was underneath her dress, working her back hole in an absent-minded manner. At one point in the scene, I had two hands full of cheek, spreading them apart and plying the dark recesses of her puckered portal. Her pug nose and nasty smile was part of the reason I selected her in the first place, and she played up to the camera with naughty gusto.
Okay, I'm lying....it was that huge ass of hers. Firm and blubbery at the same time, begging for a butt-banging with every step. I recalled that later, my back was killing me for a week after that particular drive, and my cock started to rise again. Then Helen noticed me standing there and replied, "Oh..." she said as she caught a view of my increasing bulge. She licked her lips suggestively.
"I see you found my collection," I said. Beth smiled, pulling her shorts up. "Nice filming. I've never done one, but I sure would like to FILM one," she said.
"The way you masterbate in public, you just want to film one?" I asked her. She nodded and replied that her and Helen had already determined that they didn't do women, so not to get any ideas along that line. Then she offered, "I'll film if you and Helen fuck. Besides, you get to do anything you want, that was the bet wasn't it?" She glanced over at Helen who blushed and looked down, smiling slightly. "You tell me where the camera and a few lights are, and we'll do this up right." I left to show her where the equipment was and she cornered me, suddenly, when we were finally alone.
"We were talking. She wants it in the ass. She's probably never had anyone do it long enough for her to come. Did you see her eyes, watching you and that maid? She was fingering her bum the whole time. I'd love to see you butt-fuck her. I'd get so hot, I'd let you do anything....anything to me. I...I can't really get off real hard with anyone....but I can watch anyone and get myself off. Sometimes, I remember the same scene for weeks, getting off on it. I like to watch." She was with that, she dropped her shorts again, stepping out of them, clad only in sandals and a plaid shirt. "I like to be naked, and be watched, too". She slid me down the wall until I was on the floor, pulling my cock out wildly, which was already firm. She sat down on it, her hot moist cunt sucking my cock in like a vacuum. Her pussy was sloshing wet as she rode, grinding her snatch on my rod, cumming suddenly.
Didn't take long with a cock in her, I noticed, but it wasn't as hard as I'd seen her cum out in the yard. She caught her breath and then, dismounted, leaving her shorts in the hallway, walking bare-assed into the storage room I kept the camera equipment in. "I didn't want you to cum...yet. Got to save that for the filming. Hope you don't mind if I run bare-assed around your house. My pussy gets so sopping wet, I hate what it does to khakki." What an exhibitionist. She was busy carting the equipment to and fro while I pulled some more boxes from the hallway closet. Finally, she stopped in passing, asking what was in the boxes. I pulled one open and she pulled out a plastic wrapped box with a large black dildo in it. Brand new. "Props," I said, and she grinned broadly.
"I've got something for you, too." She said, pulling her shorts from the floor, and rummaging through the pockets. Inside was a root, looked slightly like ginseng. "I grew this in my garden. You chew it and it keeps you harder longer. Makes you shoot like a firehose, too. Women just get horny and all gushy inside." She broke the root in half and chewed half herself, offering me the other half. I took it, chewing until it got soft. It was rather sweet, unlike any herb I'd ever come across. Beth selected a few "props" for the film and smiled as she surveyed the large dildo. "This will do just fine," she said. She smiled and went back to work, shaking her naked little butt as she left.
We returned to the room and began setting up the scene and the angles. The fantasy Beth had was me coming in a finding Helen masterbating with an enormous black dildo. I would place her over the footstool by the door and bust her butt while she dildoed herself. It would require at least two cameras we decided. Beth was breathless describing the scene which was obviously her fantasy. Juices were already glistening on the inside of her thighs. She wanted Helen completely naked, but Helen preferred to just hike her tight dress for all the action. I agreed. Beth pranced around the room in only her shirt and sandals making last minute preparations while I secretly imagined pushing her tight little butt to the limit. It was rather small, but cute. An innocent ass that was a little too horny to be all that innocent. She caught me noticing once and pretending not to notice, she bent way over so that her cheeks crack wide, revealing all the horny little secrets inside; then after the stage was set, Beth sprung her little trick.
"Since Helen lost, maybe we ought to let HER film you ramming ME. It's your choice." With that, she bend over, pretending to pick up a stray camera lenscap, again exposing her dark crack and bum. It was screaming, "Fuck me now!" I looked over at Helen who was clearly tortured now, hot and raring to go, now forced to only WATCH. Beth went to the couch and spread her legs, playing with her wet gash while Helen reluctantly operated the camera. She didn't need a dildo as her fingers played tunes on her pretty pick pussy.
I walked in as expected, but the script diverged at that point. She looked at me, eyes dreamy and her mouth and tongue moist and teasing. She opened her mouth, nice and round and arched her tongue in silent communication. I pulled my aching cock out and aimed it at her demure mouth. There was no hesitation as she took it in her left hand and pulled it in her mouth. I heard Helen groan out loud as Beth slurped and sucked while flogging her box with the other hand. Her legs were as wide as possible and I was sure Helen was getting an eyefull. Beth came quickly again and again, hot beyond belief. Her shutters looked almost painful, but as the flush lit up her skin from the breasts to her face, I could tell that she was coming hard. I was about to relieve myself when Helen jumped into picture. The camera was static on one of the tripods and Helen decided she couldn't wait any longer. She dropped to her knees and began licking Beth's dripping snatch. Helen pulled her dress up in the back and fingered her bum with her left hand in a most lewd manner before announcing to me, "Fuck my goddamned asshole, will you?" Beth realigned herself on the couch, knees wide and high as Helen positioned herself with her butt high in the air. I pulled out of Beth's mouth with a loud plop, only to see her smile in anticipation of my plowing Helen. She whispered one instruction to me: "Hard. Fuck her hard. I want to hear her scream."
I positioned myself centered to the cameras and I rammed it in. In one hard stroke I was to the hilt and Helen gasped, raising her head as if struggling for air, then she came. It was that quick. She was loud this time, unlike the slight "Um" she muttered on the porch. She bucked clearly out of control, ramming her butt into my dick screaming, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" A couple of thrust almost knocked me over, and I caught my balance by gripping her hips harder, making for a tighter push which drove her even wilder. Beth was keenly watching my expressions, smiling and moaning in response to our mutual pleasure. Helen screamed another quick orgasm, slightly slowing down her rump bumping. I was surprised I hadn't blown my wad yet. I was extremely hard and horny, but my control was beyond belief, especially in view of the spectacle I was involved in. I slapped Helen's ass hard two or three times for slowing down and she sped up with a, "Oh, yes...again...make me cum again..." I saw the look in Beth eyes and slapped Helen's fat ass again, leaving a red handprint.
Beth screamed next, grabbing Helen's head in both hands and mashing her face into her mound as she ground. Helen came again, even harder in response to Beth's pleasure. Each time I shoved Helen's ass, her head moved forward into Beth's hairy hole, only to retreat as I pulled out. Eventually, Beth was hunching in perfect rhythm to my thrusting so that we grinded together like a well oiled machine. I thought of the herb Beth had given me, and remembered her and Helen chewing something earlier and realized that we were obviously under it's stimulating influence. It was awesome. Eventually, I could hold back no longer. I pounded Helen's ass furiously, before I remembered the cum shot and pulled out just in time, spewing all over her rear, and up the back of her dress. The ejaculations continued, much to my surprise as stream after stream of white goo illustrated Helen's ass and back, even her hair. I was squirting like a firehose in heat, with no end in sight. I felt as though my balls were contracting, squeezing shut like a straw under too much vacuum. Another streamer shot forth.
I looked up to catch Beth's drained face watching, whispering, "Oh yes. I love to see it spurt." The spurting was a cue for her, I could see. She began coming as if in epilepsy. This continued about 30 seconds with no let up in sight when I decided to turn the camera exclusively to her for a close-up. I pulled out and Helen fell away to the floor while Beth continued in self-stimulation. Beth was masterbated with fingers in both holes now, oblivious to the show she was providing. Helen rolled onto her side, watching intently as I provided several juicy close-ups of Beth doing what she did best: masterbating. Apparently, she was visualizing the entire scene between Helen and ourselves and was finally bringing herself to a series of orgasms. One minute lapsed into two as she writhed like a woman possessed on the floor, both hands working furiously. Finally, she screamed and collasped. With a spurt of hot urine she fell onto her back and finally it was over.
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" Helen complimented her. I was dumbstruck and it was a moment before I realized the camera was still working. Helen and I stood over her, her breath laboring, face flush red. She looked like she was in a coma, until she opened her eyes and managed a smile. "Oooo, that was SOOOO GOOD...." she managed before we all laughed. Yes, it was good. And we had it all on film. We re-edited a few parts, and remade a few....we didn't mind. Eventually, we had a hit on our hands. We sold thousands of copies in Europe alone. Beth never has learned to cum as hard with someone as without, but no matter. Her solo act is well worth watching. That herb is our secret, and it's what makes our films so much better than the norm.
Christina and Helen have developed a dildo act together and I get to sample the wares of them all. I managed to get Beth off like a rocket once, up her tight butt, but never got it on film. It's our little secret, too. Beth is a born exhibitionist and a few lives acts for wealthy perverts keeps us all rolling in the dough. And Beth loves it. The only problem is keeping her in clothes long enough to travel. @
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