The new stud couldn't keep his eyes off the blonde. Every time Kathy came into the front of the studio he gaped at her.
Charlene lounged voluptuously in her chair and watched the scene. She had come to the studio early, hoping to get a chance to talk with the boy. After all they would be fucking regularly in front of John Roberts' camera.
The brunette had done her part. She had shown up this afternoon and attempted to engage Greg Reeves in conversation. It hadn't worked. The boy had been far too reserved for her to have any success. He hadn't seemed so reserved toward the little blonde, however. Shit, he ogled her slender legs and tits like she was the greatest thing he'd ever seen. Finally Charley had given up and retired to a large comfortable chair where she lazily watched the proceedings.
Kathy came back into the front showroom and stood on a chair to reach several boxes on a top shelf. Charley began to laugh at the excitement on Greg's face as he stepped quickly over to offer his help. The way the blonde's skirt lifted well up over her ass gave the boy a clear view of her tight little ass in pink panties.
Wriggle it for him, Charlene wanted to suggest. Come on, wriggle it a little more and he'll grab you out of the chair and try to fuck you right out here in front of the whole damn town.
"Can I help you?" Greg asked, his eyes on Kathy's lithe young body. "I could have gotten those for you."
"I have them now," Kathy answered, hopping down and bumping into him. She smiled up at him. "It wasn't any trouble, really."
She sashayed out of the room, leaving the poor kid standing there in a dazed glow.
Damn the blonde, Charley thought. Why the hell hasn't she let him know that she's the boss' private stock. Shit, Kathy had been fucking John Roberts steadily for the last three years. A hell of a lot more regularly than his wife, Charley thought as she saw a familiar figure come swinging through the door of the studio.
"Can I assist you?" Greg asked the petite brunette who walked briskly back behind the counter.
The woman went directly to the cash drawer and opened it. Greg in disbelief as she began lifting a stack of bills and stuffing them into her pocketbook. He stepped hesitantly toward her and was about to stop her when she looked up and gave him a dazzling smile.
"You're the new man, aren't you," her husky voice purred. "I'm Beth Roberts."
Charlene watched in amusement as the photographer's wife stepped toward the boy and rubbed her tits sensuously against him.
Beth Roberts, at thirty-eight, was still one of the best-looking women in the area. The dark beauty might be short and slender, but even Charley had to admit that the woman had one hell of a pair of tits. She also had one of the most provocative and most active asses in town. On numerous occasions Charlene had seen Beth with other men. Never, of course, had she seen the woman here in Morrisburg. Beth had better sense than to flaunt herself this close to her jealous husband's eyes. She had been quite active however, up in Walkerford or Bridgeton.
On two occasions Charley had seen Beth slipping back to the motel rooms at the Wayside. John Roberts would kill his wife if he ever caught her. He might feel that it was permissible for him to keep Kathy as his mistress, but he would not allow his wife the same freedom.
Beth smiled up at the boy, knowing what she was doing to his pecker. She stepped past him, making sure that he got a complete feel of her lithe body in the process. She blew him a kiss as she swung her ass out of the studio.
"Wow!" the boy gasped. "What a piece of tail the boss is married to!"
"Remember that, buster," Charley answered him. "That cute little ass is strictly off-limits."
"She looks like she'd really like a good fuck," Greg continued as though Charley hadn't mentioned a thing. "Damn! I never had tits rubbed against me so wildly in my life!"
"Join the crowd," the tall brunette answered wryly. "She's offered her ass to everything in pants from here to Wilmington."
Greg Reeves shot her an angry glance. Charlene knew she had failed to make clear how important it was to leave the woman alone. John Roberts had become more and more obsessed in recent months with his determination to catch his wife in one of her affairs.
Once, he had driven from Kathy's late at night and parked down the street from his own home, hoping to catch some man coming out. He followed Beth's car whenever he could, sometimes being gone from the studio for most of the day as he tracked her all over.
Charlene heard voices from the rear of the studio.
"Hey, you're here!" John shouted. "That's great! Suppose we all get right into the filming."
They went back into the studio. Greg drooled over the blonde. Charlene had been fearful that he would incur the anger of John Roberts. If the photographer were so jealous of his wife, how would he be about his mistress?
Charley sat tensely, praying that there would be no explosion. Damn the kid, anyway. He seemed intent on getting into trouble. The cocky bastard was after them both! He was trying to get his cock into both Kathy and Beth. A shudder ran through Charlene's body as she dreaded the weeks ahead.
"All right, now let's get some work done!" Roberts shouted as they walked into the studio. "Get into your fucking suit, Charley."
He laughed at his joke. The brunette had gotten used to him referring to her nakedness like that. As Charlene put on make-up, she glanced over where Greg had changed into a workman's uniform and was sitting quietly while Kathy applied make-up to him. Charley walked past them, her naked body glowing softly, when she heard the blonde give a low laugh.
"That should do it," Kathy told the boy. "If you're really hung as well as John claims, then it won't be your face people are looking at."
The brunette sure hoped he was hung that well. They had tried a constant succession of male models, none of whom could match her lustiness. She needed a healthy, aggressive stud. She wasn't a stupid girl. If John Roberts couldn't find a man who could match her, then he would replace her. Everybody knows that a porno flick needs a matched pair of cock and cunt.
"Ready?" she asked the boy. "Ready to break into the movies?"
"Don't I get a script?"
"Why?" Kathy laughed. "You're going to fuck Charley. You need a script for that?"
"Roberts will direct you," Charley assured him. "You aren't a professional actor, so it's best that you don't even try. If you did, you'd just blow the whole thing. Roberts will call out the basic instructions as we go along. Other than that, do what comes natural."
She walked out onto the set. She positioned herself on the couch. Roberts directed her. "All right," he said from beyond the brilliant lights. "Now you're still frustrated. Your pussy still aches for some more action. There! That's good! That's great! All right, smile, baby! You've hit upon a great idea! That's it! Now, get up. Get up and go to the phone."
He directed her through the scene, called out her movements as she opened the phone book and ran through the pages. Charley dialed, then pretended to talk animatedly into the instrument. She hung up and ran over to pick up the filmy black gown hanging over the back of a chair. The luscious brunette pulled the transparent lace over her voluptuous body and displayed her tits as she went through the motions of brushing her hair. She turned suddenly to open the door.
Greg blinked as he stepped into the glare of the lights. As his eyes adjusted to the brilliant illumination, he saw how the gown displayed her lush body. Her tits thrust against the filmy black nylon and lace. Her nipples showed plainly.
She smiled and reached for his arm, drawing him to the couch. Greg blinked again, stunned by how beautiful she was. He staggered a moment, almost tripping over the couch. Damn! He had blown the scene. He was sure that he had made a mess of the entire sequence.
"Fantastic!" Roberts' voice boomed. "You're acting as stunned and confused as any repairman would if he was met at the door by Charley in that black nightgown. All right, Charley, get that tool kit away from him."
The brunette grabbed at the bag he was holding in his hand. Her magnificent tits squashed against him as she pulled at the kit.
"Hang onto it," she whispered into his ear. "Fight me for it. Come on, big stud, wrestle me for it."
She pressed her thigh against his cock. The boy shivered at the sensation.
They wrestled over his tool kit. The brunette managed to get herself wrapped in his embrace. Greg felt the animal sexuality of her and he relaxed his grip on the kit, allowing her to pull it away from him.
Charley felt him turn his attention to her. One hand came down onto her ass and pressed sensuously into the satin skin. His other hand was on one of her luscious tits. His cock was hardening. She let her hair fall about his face, hoping her perfume would add to the exotic arousal of his throbbing prick.
"Great!" Roberts shouted to them. "Get with her, son. Do what any other red-blooded man would do if all that pussy was thrown in his face."
Her gown had fallen open. He reached inside to caress her tits sensuously. He ran his fingers across her nipples until Charley felt them harden and tingle with anticipation. She fell backwards beneath him.
Her hands caressed sensuously along the back of his neck, her legs tightening about one of his thighs. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting his saliva. Damn him! He could show a little more than this. He was shaking and throbbing, but remaining passive through it all. Roberts felt the same way as he moved the camera in closer.
"Hell, son!" he shouted. "Don't just lay there on top of her. You've got all that pussy beneath you. No man's going to take that calmly. Get busy. Get those tits. You're eager to fuck that luscious tail she's offering you."
Greg responded to his boss' goading. His hands went crazy. He filled his palms with her tits, squeezing each nipple tightly. Charley felt his hands, his body, leap with excitement.
"Ohhhh, baby!" he moaned. "I've played with a lot of tit, but nothing like these!"
He got his mouth on one breast. He drew a nipple inside so he could suck and tongue it. He released it and went after the mate.
Charlene gasped in delight as he sucked her tits, sucking and tonguing them frantically while his cock became hotter and more throbbing against her leg.
"All right, Greg," Roberts said. "Let her do the work for a while. Just lay back and see what she can do to interest you."
The young man leaned back against the couch. Charlene unbuttoned his shirt and she sucked his breast. She could feel his body start to shake from the mounting excitement. Her kisses gathered intensity, her hair brushed over his body, her lips sucked softly as her tongue kept flicking out at his nipples. She pressed her tits against his swelling cock, stimulating it.
Greg fought bravely to keep himself under control. He yearned to go after this big girl. He wanted to turn her beneath him and fuck the living hell out of her. Her tits, her perfume, her lips, her hair, her total sensuousness had him shaking with demand.
"Steady, son!" the director's voice cut in. "Keep calm, Greg. There's a long way to go yet."
Charley laughed as she saw the beads of perspiration on his forehead. It wasn't just the lights that had him so overheated. The boy was going wild. She watched his cock pulse and throb. She rubbed her tits across his groin lushly as he clenched his teeth in the fight for self-control. He was putting up a game struggle.
At least he wasn't frightened by all she had to offer him. He had no doubts that he could handle it. The anticipation of having a decent fuck made the brunette horny. She slithered over him, letting him feel her soft and pliant curves.
"Whenever you're ready, honey," Roberts finally ordered, "get at his packer."
This was the moment the girl had been waiting for. This kid was supposed to be hung so damn well. Now she'd find out exactly how well.
She reached for his belt and toyed with it a moment before unbuckling it. Again she paused, returning to kiss his chest. She sucked and tongued about his navel while she unzipped his pants and pulled them downward along his thighs. His shorts followed quickly behind them. His magnificent length of cock came rearing up into view.
"My God!" Charley gasped, touching his hot meat gingerly. "You really do have a hell of a tool in your kit!"
"Didn't I tell you?" Roberts laughed. "Didn't I tell you he had the juiciest cock you'd ever get your hands on? Now show him how much you appreciate it."
She held his prick reverently. She caressed it slowly as though it were the most precious prick she'd ever seen. Damn! What a delicious piece of meat!
Charlene licked her lips in anticipation. She played with his cock like it was a new toy. Her fingers traced its length slowly and lovingly. She pumped the skin back and let the glistening shaft redden in excitement.
"Mmmmm!" she murmured in appreciation. "Mmmmmm, what a sweet cock! Ohhh, baby, I'm going to enjoy working with you. Damn! I'm going to be willing to work all night with this gorgeous length of cock!"
Her eyes sparkled as she watched the head of his cock redden. Greg eased forward, displaying his prick more dramatically. Charlene licked her lips. His great prick arched upward. The kid gasped with pleasure as she kissed the huge, bulging head. His ass trembled frantically as she took the head slowly into her mouth.
"Ohhh, damn!" he panted. "Damn! You're getting me hornier and hornier! Ohhhh, baby! You sure the hell can get a man hard!"
Charley held his shaft tightly as she sucked gently on his cock. One hand reached back to stroke his balls. Her tongue lapped sensuously across his prick as he panted for breath beneath her teasing play.
Then he felt the force of her suction. Charlene had given no warning. She began sucking with all her might. Greg leaped about the couch in ecstasy as she drew powerful throbs of desire through his giant cock. The boy shoved his meat back into her mouth until it touched her throat.
Charley let the glowing head press into her throat for a moment, then quickly drew her head back in order to breathe. Again she took more of his immense prick into her throat.
"God!" he shouted, his hips rising up from the couch in his excitement. "Ohhhh, baby! What a suck!"
"Steady, Greg," Roberts cautioned him. "Hold on, son. Don't shoot off yet. I want to get some good footage of her sucking you."
Greg's cock shuddered in her mouth. The kid was closer than she had realized. Damn! She couldn't have him unload yet. The brunette fondled his balls and pressed her finger firmly against him. Somewhere she remembered this as a way to hold back a quick-fire cock. She sensed that the boy was responding to the pressure. His cock ceased to shake.
"Ohhhh, my God!" Greg panted. "That helps. That helps a little."
Her throat contracted over the head of his prick, squeezing it delightfully.
Roberts had his camera almost touching them, recording the way her throat gulped around his mammoth cock, showing the fantastic way the big monster thrust passionately into her mouth.
The brunette sucked harder on the delicious prick, then she began alternating blowing and sucking. Greg gasped and moaned as she increased the frenzy of her suck. He lay back on the couch, writhing in ecstasy, as his great cock lunged angrily at her luscious mouth and throat.
"Man!" he cried out. "I can only resist so much! Ohhhhh, I'm going crazy from all this! Ohhhhh, baby!"
"Steady," Roberts reminded him. "Don't shoot off all at once."
Now they could get with it! She didn't have to hold back with the kid any more. She could suck the hell out of him! She grabbed his balls once more while she sucked his cock harder. She twisted her mouth about on the massive shaft, still amazed at the magnificent size of his cock.
Greg had responded to the open invitation as well. His mouth drooled in delight and pleasure. He hunched his huge prick rapidly at her luscious face. He wanted to choke this brunette with his cock. He wanted to ram it all the way down her throat. He wanted to blow his curd into her throat. He would choke her with all that load that had built up in his balls.
"Steady, son," Roberts cautioned him. "Get her, but don't choke her. Hell man, you're going to be fucking that girl for a living. Don't kill her with your wad."
That was what he wanted to do. That was exactly what he wanted to do. Greg shook violently, running his hands into her lush hair. He held her head, keeping the girl captive while he pumped into her helpless mouth.
Charley struggled to break free. The boy was getting just a little too rough for her. It was too late, however. Greg held her face against his roaring cock and kept fucking her choking throat.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped. "Ahhhhhh! Now I've got you, baby! Now I'll get even for all that teasing. Ohhhhhh!"
The force of his passion sent waves of excitement surging through Charley's body. Despite his threat of choking her she couldn't help responding to his lust. Her fingers tightened on his balls, twisting, pulling, clawing at them. She kept sucking and blowing his rampaging cock while teasing his balls into a total frenzy.
"Give it to her!" Roberts cried out, his voice shaking with erotic excitement. "Ohhhh, baby! This is fantastic! Shoot it into her! Unload that cock in her mouth!"
Greg's body throbbed with lustful demand. His body burned with the pounding need to unload. He held her tighter, forcing her face against his charging prick. Damn her! He'd show her what happened when she built him up like this! He'd give her a mouthful of cock, a throatful of cum, to remember him by. He raised up, plunging his cock down her throat.
"Ohhhhh!" he moaned in ecstasy. "Ahhhhhh! Take it, baby! Take that meat! Ohhhh, baby! I want to pour it all into you!"
Charlene began to quiver and tremble beneath his throbbing lust. Her ass shook with spasms. She panted and gasped as she felt the load build in his cock.
His hands shook frantically as he held her by the hair. His breath came in gulps and gasps as he shuddered violently. His prick seemed to swell and heat up even more. Then her body shook as he unloaded his magnificent pecker into her mouth. The brunette writhed, her hands grasping him, her head upturned, drinking deeply of his spurting cum.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned. "Mmmmmmmmm!"
She grabbed his knees and pulled him onto the floor with her. His knees held her pinned while his roaring cock kept driving into her. She held him tightly, taking everything he could offer.
She squirmed, rubbing her burning tits all over his legs. Her body shook crazily as he emptied his prick. She kept swallowing his cum, then sucking even more from him. She gave a final shudder and fell limply beneath him. Greg collapsed in a heap on top of her. They trembled softly as they lay dazed and relieved on the floor beneath the couch.
"Fantastic!" John Roberts shouted. "Absolutely fantastic! That was beyond belief! I've never filmed anything to match that! You kids are worth a million! Damn! We've got nowhere to go but up!"
Greg looked over at the excited cameraman. Roberts' nostrils were spread in excitement. He was gasping for breath in his delirious joy. The veins on his temples stood out in stark relief. The boss had one hell of a hard-on from watching them.
If the sight of John Roberts' swollen prick convinced Greg that their blow scene had been exceptional, then the sight of the young blonde assistant gave the same impression to Charlene. The brunette suppressed a laugh as she looked at Kathy.
The slender blonde was standing in frozen shock. Her tits, though, were clearly swollen and tight from the experience. No doubt, Charley knew, the blonde was standing there, all wet in the pussy. Her nipples couldn't look that hard and tight unless her cunt was pouring its juices out.
"Big stud," Charlene laughed, slapping Greg's ass. "I think we gave them one hell of a show!"