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Chapter 9The next morning, Lance arrived at the Lostridge's house. He told Millie that he was looking for Rebecca, but he kept looking up the stairs to see if Harriet might make an appearance. While he fidgeted in the hallway, Rebecca sat in her room and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Millie poked her head in the bedroom door, "Your young man is a waiting by the front door, Miz Becca." "Thank you, Millie," Rebecca replied absently. Rebecca had seen him drive up but still didn't know if she wanted to let him take her to the library. The smell of the boy's locker room kept coming back to her as she debated what she should do about Lance. She weighed his popularity against his rudeness, his money against his immaturity. Finally, she decided to give him one more chance. She greeted him in the front foyer. He tried to kiss her before they'd even made it to his car and Rebecca tried to firmly but gently let him know that she wasn't ready to pick up where they'd left off. Lance shrugged her rejection off, changing the subject as he drove through town. They passed by the high school, and when Lance pulled his Model T behind the practice field's hedge, Rebecca wondered if she'd made a mistake. "I told you, Lance. We're not going to start this again." "C'mon Princess. I know you're not really mad at me." "Then you're wrong again. I didn't like the way you pawed at me. You tore my dress. And now I've heard that you've been telling all your friends that I'm a slut." Lance didn't bother trying to deny her accusations. "Sugar, a wild thing like you needs a man with a firm hand," he said closing in on her. "Three strikes, Buster. You're out. Women like a man who is gentle, slow, and considerate." Lance reached for her and grabbed her breast. With his other hand, he pulled her face toward his and kissed her roughly. Using his strength to pin her to the door, he kneaded her breast like bread dough. When she moved her hand to keep him from tearing her blouse, he shifted targets and tried to force his hand up her skirt. His long fingers poked and scratched her cotton knickers. Alarmed and afraid, Rebecca wrestled her hand free and slapped his face as hard as she could. He sat up panting, as if he'd run a race. "You can't keep teasing me like this," he said. She used the momentary breather to jump out of the car and compose herself. "Don't come to my house anymore." Rebecca turned on her heel and ran to the library as quickly as she could. -=)0(=- McPherson's soda counter was usually slow in the morning, so that was when Stevie would work in the studio. Kelly arrived, still a bit nervous, and found Stevie and a skinny blonde girl setting up one of the sets. "Hi Kelly. This is Goldie," Stevie said, making the introductions. He explained that they were going to pretend that the girls were bored harem slaves. As he explained what was going to happen, it suddenly dawned on Kelly that she was going to be touching another naked woman. She posed on the oversized pillows as if she were sitting on eggshells. Goldie reached over and took Kelly by the hand. "Come on, dearie, I'll help you though it. I've got to be back at work for the lunch shift, so I don't have a lot of time." Kelly looked at Stevie, a scared and bewildered look on her face. "I'm sorry. It's…it's just that I've never been with another girl like…like that." Goldie rubbed her face in her hands. Looking up, she shot a frustrated glance at Kelly. Stevie stood frozen in the middle of the room, caught between the two girls. "Stevie, just give me my money. I don't have time for her to get comfortable with this." Already in her underwear, she started picking up her clothes. "I'll take my dough and be on my way." Kelly huddled in the corner, her eyes brimming with tears. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad." "You didn't, sweetie. I do this for the money and I've got to get to my other job. If I'm late for the lunch shift, I'll get fired." Stevie was frantic. "Goldie, I don't have ten bucks. You know that I can't pay you until Mr. McPherson pays me for the pictures." "Tough shit, sport. Pay up, we're burning daylight." "Goldie, please. Maybe you could show her how to do it." He clutched his camera in his hands. "Kelly, all you need to do is relax. Goldie can show you all you need to do. You don't need to actually do anything, just pretend. I'll take the pictures and everything will be all right." Goldie tossed her dress back into a chair. She looked at Kelly, taking in the younger girl's petite, firm body. Her brain raced through a number of possibilities. She knew that Stevie probably couldn't pay her. She also knew that if she walked out, he might start using the cute little cheerleader instead of her. She needed the money – her pride she'd buried a long time ago. Goldie blew a kiss at Stevie. "I get double what you usually pay me. I'm not running a kindergarten here, you know." She held her hand out to Kelly. "Come with me, dearie, let Goldie show you how everything works." She led Kelly to the simple set – a drop cloth hung against the wall – and had her stand next to a stool. Goldie stood behind Kelly and made sure that Stevie was ready "Start snapping, picture man," she said and softly massaged Kelly's shoulder. "Just relax, dearie. I'm going to start by helping you take your clothes off. You've done that before, haven't you?" Stevie tried to be invisible as he snapped pictures of Goldie sliding Kelly's clothes off, piece by piece. At first, Kelly tensed whenever Goldie's hands touched her bare skin, but by the time her bra joined the rest of her clothes on the floor, Kelly was starting to enjoy or at least accept the other woman's caresses. Kelly lightly teased her own nipples, watching the older blonde with a growing sense of excitement. Goldie stepped back and shucked her underwear in three quick movements. She put one foot up on the stool and shamelessly ran her hands over her fleshy sex, smiling when saw a bright red blush creep over the young cheerleader's face and neck. Noticing the reaction Kelly was having, Goldie put her hand on Kelly's shoulder. "I might be a little rough around the edges, but I still got it where it counts," she said. Goldie's hand trailed off Kelly's shoulder, brushing her fingertips down the young girl's back until they rested in the hollow of her back just above Kelly's backside. When she felt Kelly flinch, Goldie drew the other girl closer. "Put your arms around my neck and smile for the camera," she coached. Kelly hesitated, as if she were diving into freezing cold water. She swallowed hard before doing as she was told. Her nipples felt like red hot coals as they pressed into Goldie's flesh. Kelly felt dizzy, melting into Goldie's arms as the taller girl pulled her close. Stevie's hands shook as he switched cameras. Goldie put her mouth to Kelly's ear, whispering encouragement. "You're doing fine." She took one of Kelly's breasts into her hand and lightly squeezed its firmness. "You keep your eyes on Stevie. Relax and I'm going to make you feel better." Kelly shuddered as Goldie took an engorged nipple into her mouth. Stevie's camera was a steady stream of clicks. Goldie's hands roamed over the cheerleader's taut flanks and wiry curls. Goldie stretched out her tongue and tasted Kelly's sweet nectar. Stevie's camera caught the enraptured look on Kelly's face as Goldie's fingers joined her tongue. Kelly's knees wobbled and she leaned against Goldie for support. Goldie helped her sit, immediately returning to licking, once the cheerleader was safely perched on the stool. By the time Goldie had finished, Kelly had cum several times. Goldie looked at the camera and licked her lips. Her chin shone with Kelly's juices. Resting her hand on Kelly's furry triangle, she sat up and planted a big, wet kiss on Kelly's lips. "Girls that was," Stevie licked his dry lips and searched for the right words. "That was fantastic." -=)0(=- "Hey, Mrs. Lostridge, is Rebecca home?" Lance stuck his head through the back gate. "Oh, Lance. Hello. Rebecca's still at the library." Harriet tried to keep her eyes from dropping below Lance's shirt collar. "I'm just cleaning out the garage today." She pulled her collar out and fanned herself. "It's awfully hot today," she said. "Maybe I can help you out," he said, closing the gate behind him. Harriet watched him walk closer, a voice in her head screaming warnings about what she knew would come next. "I…I could use some help, I guess." She didn't resist when he took her hands into his. "Some heavy lifting. That kind of stuff." Lance led Harriet into the family garage, carefully locking the door behind him. "Let's stop playing games, Harriet." He closed the distance between them in a few swift steps like a hunting cat. "I can call you Harriet, can't I? Especially after yesterday." He took her into arms and kissed her forcefully. Harriet struggled to push him away. "Take a breath. Slow down. We don't have to rush into things like we're running to a fire." "But you make me so hot," he plucked at her blouse, spreading its collar and exposing her creamy mounds. He pushed his hands into her bra and fingered her thick nipples. "Stop stalling, you know that you want it as bad as I do." Harriet knew that it was true. She did want him as bad as he wanted her. She slid out of his arms and opened the car door. Climbing up into the back seat, Harriet bunched her skirt up around her waist. She used her long legs to place one foot on each door before pulling her panties aside and exposing her auburn trimmed quim. "It's time you learned some patience." She rubbed her fingers back and forth through her slit. "Oh, I can't believe that I'm doing this. Come here," she said, patting her pussy. "I want you to learn something." Lance grumbled, "Real men don't eat bearded clams." Harriet gently pulled his face between her legs. "Real men know that it's better to give than to receive. And besides, if you can't stand to stick your tongue in it, you're not going to get to stick anything else in it." She tried to talk him through the basics of cunnilingus but soon realized that Lance wasn't interested. Despite his physical beauty and stamina, she had to admit that Lance was a lousy lover. Lying back, she let him enter her. Like the time in the garden shed, Lance rutted wildly. He came quickly, leaving her to bring herself off with her fingers while he dressed. He watched her fingers dance across the swollen nubbin at the top of her slit. "You know if you keep that up, we just might have to have a second round." Harriet shivered and expelled her breath in a long drawn out sigh. Having him stare at her spoiled the warm glow she usually felt after she'd climaxed. "I think we're through for today," she said, suddenly embarrassed by her nakedness. Lance shrugged and climbed out of the car. "So, you think I could catch Rebecca at home if I came around later this evening. Say after dinner, around seven?" "I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here when the rest of the family's home. Besides, Becca's been helping some boy take pictures for his Art School portfolio." Lance's eyes narrowed. "How helpful of her," he sneered. "I'll have to try and find her down at the library." Harriet watched him go. She felt dirty, her thighs sticky with sweat and semen. She sat in the darkness and sobbed quietly, unsure how she'd come to the point where she'd accepted fucking her daughter's boyfriend. -=)0(=- RJ arrived at Elsa's apartment for lunch. She served his lunch and stood next to his chair. He smiled and ran his hands up her silk stockings. He toyed with the tops of her hose, rubbing her soft skin. He'd been looking forward to lunch. "What are going to do this afternoon, Miss Flint?" RJ dabbed the corners of his mouth with his napkin. "I'm all tense. I need to relax a little before we talk business." Elsa's was breathless. "What business?" "The bank's holding a big conference at a place called the Homestead. It's a big hotel back in the Valley. All the major players from all of the branches will be there." His hand climbed up her leg and rested against the peach fuzz of her pouty nether lips. "It'll be my chance to introduce you to all the right people." Elsa's head rolled back as she gave herself to him. RJ's fingers spread her labia while his thumb found her wrinkled brown rosette. She shifted her feet farther apart and rocked her hips back and forth, helping his fingers find their goal. "All I need to do is to relax so that I can plan out how we're going to pull it off without giving the game away," he said. "Now you wouldn't have any ideas on how I could relax, do you?" Elsa leaned forward and supported herself against the table. She pushed her hips back into his hand, groaning as his thumb pressed against the tight ring of her anus. He held his hand steady and let her masturbate against his probing digits. Flexing her calves, she swayed back and forth, impaling herself on his fingers. At one point she stopped and squeezed her vaginal muscles, clamping them around his fingers like a warm, wet vise. "Take me," she pleaded. "You can ask better than that," he teased, rotating his thumb and making her tremble. "Ask me like you really mean it." "God. Oh I mean it, I really mean it," she gasped. She knew what he wanted to hear, but even after surrendering herself so completely, it was still hard for her to use the filthy words he had taught her to use. "Fuck me. Put your cock in my…my cunt and fuck m-m-mee." "Talking dirty like that seems to really turn you on," RJ said. He left his hand buried inside her as he stood and unbuckled his pants with his other hand. "Who knew that a proper little girl could be such a whore?" She felt herself flush with shame, but she knew that it was true. "You did." "Mmmm. Maybe I just saw how hungry you were to get a seat at the head table." He laughed coarsely, removing his hand from her snatch and replacing it with the head of his cock. "You're so wet. So wet and hot," he told her as he slowly worked his cock inside her. "I'm glad you like getting my cock stuffed into you from behind." She laid her torso against the cool wooden table top, spreading her legs and pushing back against his thrusts. "Yesss. I like it when you fuck me, Mr. Loss…Lostridge. Fuck my little pussy." She gasped when RJ slid his thumb back into her ass, pumping it in and out in time with his cock's thrusts. "Yeah baby," RJ said through gritted teeth, "The only thing tighter than your puss is your hot little ass." He felt her quiver underneath him. "Bet you'd like for me to stick my big, fat cock in your tight little butt, wouldn't you?" "Nooo." He added a second finger inside her anus, helping to stretch her tight muscles. His fingers felt the ridge of his corona through the thin wall of her ass. Pressing down increased the friction between his cock and her cunt, making her snug pussy even tighter. RJ pulled his cock out and placed its slick head against the small rosette. Elsa stood stock-still. RJ rubbed her lower back as he pressed against her anus. "Relax, baby. Breathe out and relax. I'll take it real slow so you enjoy yourself." Despite his patience, Elsa cried out when he pushed the plump head of his cock inside her back passage. He stopped but didn't pull out. His cock felt like a steel bar. He couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to. Little by little, he pushed his cock deeper into her virgin ass until his balls rested against her quim. Elsa looked as if she were on another planet, lost somewhere between pain and the pleasure of feeling his entire length inside her. RJ pulled out as gradually as he'd entered her, pausing when only the tip remained inside her before pushing forward again. The sensation was incredible. The lovely, pliant girl lay limply on the table, murmuring obscenities as he watched his cock disappear between the alabaster globes of her ass. He'd never been brave enough to try and talk Harriet into anal sex. The thought of Harriet bent over in front of him, taking his cock into her forbidden passage, sent him over the edge. He stumbled back, pulling his cock and watching a jet of cum shoot over her back. "Jesus," he cried. He milked his cock, spewing jets of his seed into the crack of her ass. Feeling slightly dizzy, he sat heavily into the chair, his cock flopping wetly against his thigh. "Christ, that was good. I haven't done that since I was in Cuba, back in the Army in '06." He reached across Elsa's prostrate form and grabbed his drink. "That's when me and the big boss used to go around Havana chasing whores and drinking the best rum you ever imagined." "You were in the Army with Mr. Scott? The Mr. Scott?" "None other. Gustavus Beauregard Scott was my battery commander then and the president of the bank now." He stumbled into the bathroom and washed up, talking to her over the gurgling tap. "GB used to like the Havana gals. Especially the married ones. They always took it up the ass. Said they didn't want their husbands to notice any difference in their pussies." Elsa sat gingerly on a napkin. Returning from the bathroom, RJ tossed the hand towel over his shoulder at the sink. "Let's get back to the office. I've got to lay the groundwork for your trip to the Homestead and I'm feeling inspired." Chapter 10The next day, Bud crouched in his tree house with Thorny. The boys passed postcard folios between them, often making rude comments about the size or shape of the posing girls. Thorny thumbed through the pictures over and over, shuffling them like baseball trading cards. "Here's a new one," Thorny said and tossed a folio at Bud. "She looks fresher than most of the regulars." Bud looked through photo series; it was a corny Greek mythology story. A girl dressed in a gauzy shift and a mask posed next to a very fake looking forest pond. She shed more and more of her clothing in each photo. Finally, she spread her knees and played with her pussy as the camera caught her every move. "Not bad," Bud agreed. Arriving at the end of the folio, he flipped back to the beginning and ran through the pictures again. He stopped at one particular picture. The girl was bent over in a cheesecake pose, her leg and hand strategically placed to keep her private parts from view. "Holy shit," he said, half to himself. His eyes zeroed in on a small mark, almost like a bruise, on her hip. He knew it because he'd run his hands across it before; run his hands across it as he caressed his girlfriend's body. Bud made a quick excuse to Thorny and borrowed the postcards. Tucking the folio inside his shirt, he ran through the alley to Kelly's house. Kelly walked him through the house to the back porch, discreetly far enough away from her mother that they couldn't be overheard. Making sure that they were alone, Kelly went up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. Ignoring her embrace, he jerked his face away from hers and stood coldly. He seethed with anger as handed her the postcards. "Tell me about these," he said. Kelly recognized the pictures immediately. She sank into the porch swing, her shoulders shaking as she started to sob quietly. Bud sat next to her, his voice tight. "Why would you do this? I wanted you to be special, not spreading your legs like some whore. I'm so mad. It's like my head is going to explode." Kelly didn't look up. Her voice muffled from her hands. "I'm pregnant." Her answer stunned Bud to silence. He dropped the pictures onto the floor, where they laid ignored between his feet. "My God. I'm so sorry." "I never thought it would happen so quickly. We only made love four or five times," she snuffled. "I posed so that I could earn money and leave Kingsport. I don't want anyone else to know. I'll go away from here and no one will suspect the truth." "No. You can't leave." Bud's head swam as he tried to come to grips with what Kelly had just said. "I'll go with you. I've got some money and I can earn more this summer. And Dad said he'd let me work after school next year." Her face was red and puffy from her tears. She gave him another kiss and patted his hand. "Bud, thank you, but this is all on a timetable." She spoke slowly, as if explaining something to a child. "I used some of my Home Economics notes to work out how much money I'd need," she said. "I need almost $500 before Labor Day and I figure that, if I leave before school starts up in September, I won't have started to show." "But how would you run away?" Kelly dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief. "I'd tell my parents that I was going to see Grandma. Buy a train ticket and disappear. With a four day head start, I could be halfway across the country before people started to look for me." "I'm going with you," he stated flatly. "I'm not going to run out on you. What can I do to help?" "You don't know what you're saying. You can't give up your life for me." "Why not?" he checked himself, realizing that his voice had grown too loud. "Why not? I got you into this fix. I can't just turn my back and let you try to work your way out of it alone." Kelly launched herself against him, hugging him so tight that he had trouble catching his breath. "I knew you loved me," she said. She rained kisses on his face and neck. Chapter 11Stevie was surprised when Kelly arrived for the next photo shoot escorted by Bud. Kelly went to work immediately on Stevie, alternately pleading and threatening him to let Bud pose with her. When Goldie arrived, she leered at Bud and agreed with Kelly. Or so it seemed. Goldie smugly sat in a chair, crossed her legs and lit a cigarette. "Before we get started," Goldie said, "let's just make sure that everyone," she arched her painted eyebrow at Kelly, "agrees that we are going to share and share alike." "What do you mean?" Stevie asked. Kelly, her stomach suddenly sour, just looked at the floor. She knew what Goldie was getting at. "Share and share alike," Goldie repeated. Kelly nodded silently. She had no idea how she would feel when it came time to share Bud. She tried to block her worries out of her mind and concentrate. Stevie shook his head and gave up trying to understand what was going on between his two models. He was preoccupied with what he'd have to tell Rebecca when she discovered that her brother and her best friend were having sex in front of his camera. What had started as a way to get some quick, easy money was starting to get too complicated. He took a deep breath and cleared his mind. Three pairs of eyes looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to sketch out a scene for them to play. "We'll start with the girls. Then Bud will join them." The girls knew what he wanted and moved toward the ratty old sofa. Stevie wrung his hands and looked at Bud. Pulling Bud aside, Stevie pitched his voice low so that the girls couldn't hear. "Relax. If you can't get hard, just start licking." "Wha…" Bud pulled away, unsure what Stevie was implying. "Some guys get stage fright," Stevie explained. "Just take your time and concentrate on the girls. I'll take care of the rest." "Whenever you boys are ready," Goldie called. Bud looked over Stevie's shoulder. The girls stood ready by the sofa, comfortably leaning against each other. Goldie stood behind Kelly, gently caressing the shorter blonde's shoulders. Stevie took his place behind the camera, giving the girls a quick wave when he was ready. Goldie undressed Kelly slowly, giving Stevie time to capture the best angles. When Kelly was wearing only her panties, she turned to help Goldie shed her frock. Once she'd freed Goldie's small paps, Kelly looked over Stevie's head and shot a smoldering look at Bud. She stuck out her tongue and theatrically took Goldie's nipple into her mouth, teasing its red tip with her sharp white teeth. Bud shifted his rapidly swelling cock to a more comfortable position, his eyes riveted to Kelly as she worked her way down Goldie's stomach to the dark patch between her legs. He'd never imagined Kelly having sex with another girl and now it was happening only a few feet away. She looked up from Goldie's snatch and crooked her finger toward him. Bud joined her without a second thought. Stevie moved to a better position, keen to capture the sight of Bud and Kelly sharing the taste of Goldie's juices. A few minutes later, the girls shifted so that they could share Bud's cock. Stevie crouched between Bud's knees, his wrist cramping as he shot and wound picture after picture of the double blowjob close-up. Unwilling to stop the action, Stevie laid aside one camera and took up another, already loaded one. The girls rearranged themselves again, this time Kelly lay back and let Goldie crawl over her. The first time they'd done this, Stevie had called it "soixante-neuf" but Goldie had laughed scornfully and told her that she had heard that it was called "sixty-nining." Whatever it was called, the girls seemed to enjoy it, diving into each other's wet loins with a vengeance. While Goldie burrowed her tongue deep into Kelly's tunnel, Kelly reached back and steered Bud's rigid cock into the other girl. Bud tried to glide his tool smoothly in and out of Goldie, stopping whenever Stevie wanted a picture. He could see Kelly watching him from underneath Goldie. Whenever his stroke brought her against the blonde waitress's body, Kelly's tongue would tease his balls or stretch to taste the oily nectar that coated his shaft. Bud had never imagined that anything could feel so good. Within moments, his restraint crumbled and he spilled his seed inside Goldie's body. Trying to apologize, Bud pulled out and turned toward Stevie. Kelly, still trapped underneath Goldie, stopped him from leaving and took his cum covered schlong into her mouth. Stevie's camera came to life again as Kelly made a great show of cleaning his cock with her tongue until her lips and chin were shiny with his jism. Bud's cock started to re-inflate, growing stiff from Kelly's enthusiastic attention. He helped Goldie climb off the divan and then moved to kneel between Kelly's legs. Goldie squatted beside Kelly's head, kissing her neck and telling her how much she'd enjoyed the feeling of Bud's cock inside her. "Now he's going to fuck you, sweetie," Goldie purred. "His big fat cock is all ready for you." She reached forward and caressed Kelly's firm tits. She teased and pinched Kelly's swollen nipples as Bud slowly inserted himself into his girlfriend's ready box. Kelly sighed, arching her back to increase the contact between Goldie's bleach-roughened hands and her sensitive nipples. "She likes it, Bud," Goldie sucked on one of Kelly's earlobes. "Yes, she does. Fill her hot little snatch. That's what she wants. Yess." Stevie moved around the slowly copulating trio, his camera making soft clicks. Bud lasted longer this time, holding off his orgasm until Stevie ran out of film. Goldie held Kelly against her bare chest, feeling the younger girl shake and tremble as her orgasm swept her away. Bud stumbled away, his knees weak and his head dizzy. He collapsed on to a stool and drained a tall glass of water. When he looked up, he saw his sister watching him. Some of the water went down his windpipe and he choked, spewing water as he tried to catch his breath. "Becca, what are you doing here?" "I help Stevie do the developing. And you?" "Well I…Kelly that is…" he stammered, trying to hide his flaccid cock from his sister and find the words to explain how he'd made his girlfriend, his sister's best friend, pregnant. "Ain't this touching," Goldie's sarcastic drawl cut through the embarrassing scene, "but could someone hand me a blanket? It's getting a bit chilly in here." Everyone started to move. The girls retired to a screened corner to change and Stevie went to the darkroom, leaving Bud alone with Rebecca. She waved off his attempts to explain and turned around to let him scramble back into his clothes. "On the one hand, I'm glad you're willing to help Kelly and take responsibility for what you did." Rebecca pursed her lips and tried to find the words to say the rest. "But we've got to make sure that no one finds out that you're doing this." "I need to help her raise $500. I'm going with her. We'll be gone before Labor Day." Rebecca didn't answer. She felt responsible for letting Kelly pose for Stevie's pictures, but she hadn't counted on her brother getting mixed up in it as well. "Let's just get the money and then we'll talk about the rest." Stevie coughed discreetly, letting the siblings know that he'd come back into the room. "I have an idea that might help," he said. "If you need that kind of money, we can earn it in a couple of weeks but it'll need something more than postcards." "You've got my attention, Stevie dearie," Goldie chirped from behind the screen in the corner. Stevie crossed the room and held up a wooden box, about the size of a small radio, with two circular canisters fastened on to the top. "I used some of my savings to get this." He cradled the camera in his arms lovingly. "I want to study film production some day." Setting the camera carefully back in its case, Stevie started to explain his idea. "Mr. McPherson shows stag films down at the Masonic Lodge on Wednesday nights and for special parties. I've been working out how to do it and I think we could get about a twenty or thirty minute picture without much problem. Now," he wet his lips and went for the hard sell, "if we want to make a movie, I can fix up a script in about a week. It'll take a day to shoot." His voice rose with his excitement. "I can go up to Baltimore on the next ferry and have it ready inside another week." Bud laughed scornfully. "Script! It's a fuck film for Christ's sake. You're not Cecil B. DeMille, I'm not Valentino, and this isn't Hollywood. Just set up the camera and we can get this started." Stevie looked offended. "I can sell Mr. McPherson a good film for good money or we can make a quick peep show loop and he'll only pay peanuts. We can make some postcards while I'm working on the script. Just stick with it for two weeks and we'll have your money," he said. Bud and Kelly went to the cinema that night. Bud tried to enjoy Douglas Fairbanks as the Thief of Baghdad, but he couldn't stop thinking about how he'd be in front of the camera. He daydreamed about acting – Stevie yelling action and Kelly swooning in his arms – until they'd almost reached Kelly's house. "Bud, I want to do the movie," she said in a quiet, scared voice. "If Mr. McPherson won't pay the $500 for it, then we've still got time to make more postcards. If we can't get enough money, I'll have to tell my parents the truth." She squeezed his hand and smiled when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "We'll get through this together," he said. "Somehow." Chapter 12The day started bright and early. Bud and Rebecca drove their parents' car, with Kelly in the back, seat to the studio. Stevie and Goldie loaded the camera and a picnic lunch into the trunk as soon as Bud brought the car to a stop. The equipment secure and everyone packed into the big Dodge Touring car, they started out. Goldie was the first to break the silence. "It better warm up or I'm not dipping my bare ass in any creek," she said, only half-joking. "We'll do the shots of Bud in the car first," Stevie said as they drove through town, "and then we'll get to you girls skinny-dipping." "A regular D.W. Griffith, that's what you are," Goldie said and blew a cloud of cigarette smoke out her window. Stevie explained the simple plot to them as Bud left the town and searched for the dirt road that would take them to where Stevie wanted to film. Stevie, excited at the prospect of making a movie, became quite animated as he described the story. "All right. Bud's a traveling salesman. It's hot, he's tired, and he pulls off the road to take a piss. He looks through the bushes as he's peeing and sees two girls skinny-dipping in a pond. He watches them making love and then, when they're done, he tries to get a closer look." Stevie checked to make sure that they were headed in the right direction and then continued. "Goldie will dive into the water, leaving Kelly lying on the bank. Bud will move around a tree, putting his back to Goldie, who'll surprise him. Then..." "Get to the point, Professor," Goldie teased. "Anyway, Bud gets caught and the girls share him there on the bank. When they're done, they swim away. At the end, it's supposed to be like Bud was dreaming it all or something." Goldie was about to interject another sarcastic comment when Bud announced that they had arrived. He dropped off the girls at the pond and then drove back and forth along the narrow little road while Stevie filmed. After a few passes, he pulled the car off the road and got out, posing in front of bushes for Stevie's camera. "How's the water, Goldie?" Bud shouted. Again Goldie's repartee was interrupted, this time when Kelly pushed her co-star into the water. Goldie came back to the surface sputtering curses. "You're damn lucky I'm not freezing my tits off," she told Stevie. Eager to get started, Stevie positioned the camera behind a hole in the foliage. "Just stay in that patch of sun," he said. "Kelly, get in the water with Goldie. I need some shots of the two of you swimming..." "I can take it from here, Maestro," Kelly said, mimicking Goldie's sarcastic tone. -=)0(=- "Scooter, my boy, we're going to celebrate like we did all those years ago," RJ said as he ushered Scooter into Elsa's apartment. Both men were already unsteady on their feet, a few too many shots of RJ's moonshine making the floor pitch and roll. Elsa stood beside the small dining table, her hands clasped demurely in front of her. A leer spread over Scooter's face. "Happy Birthday, Scooter," RJ said. "Elsa, wish Mr. McPherson a Happy Birthday." Her voice was shaky when she answered. "Happy Birthday, Mr. McPherson. Would you like something to eat?" "Haw, haw," Scooter tossed his hat on the table, lurched toward a chair, and adjusted his crotch. "I think we'll get around to having a slice of pie before we're done here, Sweetie." Elsa, dressed in a tight, skimpy dress and heels, served lunch. The men took turns pawing her body as she walked within arm's reach. Laughing and reminiscing, they finished their sandwiches and pushed back from the table. The bulge in Scooter's pants showed that he was ready for the main event. "Scooter, you ready to unwrap your present?" RJ moved to the phonograph and started a record. The tinny strains of "Ain't She Sweet" filled the tiny apartment. "Elsa, show us a little dance." She pranced and posed, dropping a bit of clothing with each chorus. The girl shivered slightly but Scooter didn't care whether it was from fear or excitement as more and more of her firm, alabaster flesh became exposed to his gaze. When her panties finally joined the pile of clothing, RJ took the needle off the record. Elsa knew what was expected of her and, without being told, dropped to her knees and crawled to sit at Scooter's feet. He fished his prick from his pants, licking his lips as he stared at the rose colored nipples of Elsa's breasts. He held his cock by the root, waving it toward her face. "I think I'll start with your mouth," he slurred. RJ sat back on his chair and watched Elsa suck on Scooter's tool. Her dark red hair fell forward, obscuring her face from him and he found himself fantasizing that she was Harriet. His cock surged in his trousers as he thought of his proper wife on her knees sucking off another man. Without consciously thinking about it, he pulled his cock out and slowly stroked it. Elsa's oral technique had improved considerably over the last few weeks and Scooter was soon showing signs of reaching his climax in her mouth. Elsa's hand burrowed itself into her wet furrow, alternately rubbing and plunging in and out of her auburn fringed hole. With some effort, Scooter pushed her head away from his cock. "Damn, her mouth is sweet." "Not as sweet as her coozy," RJ said, his hand never slowing its strokes. "Go on, give her a try. Elsa, c'mon over here and give me a hand with this trouser snake while my best friend enjoys your pussy." A bright red flush covered Elsa's neck and chest. She moved between RJ's legs, resting her tits on his thighs, and reached between her legs to spread her labia with her fingers. Scooter wasted no time pressing his slick, swollen cock against her wet snatch. Without warning, he pushed forward and plunged his entire length inside her in a single thrust. Elsa cried out, hanging on to RJ's legs as Scooter reamed her. Although she tried to suck on RJ's member, Scooter's violent thrusts kept jarring RJ's cock out of her mouth, making her afraid that she'd bite him. After the initial shock wore off, her body accepted Scooter's frenzied prodding and her cries became deep, throaty moans. "She's liking that," RJ sneered, "just keep on slamming that pussy." Scooter was lost in a world of his own, chanting in time with his thrusts. "Al-most-there. Al-most-there." His hands clenched, pinching her slender flanks, and his back arched as he shot his load into her body. "Shhh-yit!" His climax sapped his strength and Scooter hung on Elsa's rump like a limp dishrag. Suddenly freed from the frenzied poking and rocking, Elsa immediately turned her attention to RJ's cock. She looked into his eyes as she sucked him, her eyes shining in adoration. Or puppy love, he told himself. RJ smoothed a sweaty lock of hair away from her face. "Yes. You did real good, Sweetie. Real good." Elsa, encourage by his praise, pulled herself back up onto his thighs. Steadying herself, she poised her mouth over his prick. She took a deep breath and released it steadily through her nose, like a diver preparing to launch from the high platform. Her tongue led the way as she sank her mouth over RJ's thick knob and the upper part of his shaft. Her head bobbed slightly as she took another breath and pushed her head toward her lap. "Ah, Christ," RJ said when his cock nudged against the back of her throat. Elsa steadied herself again. She worked her muscles as if swallowing and RJ felt his cock slide into her throat. Struggling to stay still, RJ gripped the chair's caned seat until his knuckles were white. Elsa, having swallowed his entire nine-inch length, carefully dipped her head back and forth. The sensations of her throat muscles massaging his knob bombarded his senses. His balls tightened briefly before releasing a torrent of cum that erupted from his cock and spilled down her throat. He felt as if molten lava was jetting from his prick, leaving him spent and empty. RJ opened his eyes, white stars shooting across his peripheral vision. Scooter had revived somewhat and sat behind Elsa's still spread legs spreading the slick remains of their coupling around her wrinkled back passage. RJ tilted her head up so that he could look into her eyes. "Scooter, ol' buddy, I'm afraid we've got to saddle up and get ready to ride." A look of relief came across Elsa's face as she realized she was being granted a reprieve from an anal reaming. "Elsa, why don't you go freshen up? We've got a train to catch." Scooter wiped himself off with one of Elsa's napkins and got dressed. "You're sure going to have a good time with that sweet little puss in that hotel," he said, winking broadly at RJ. "Nah," said RJ as he snapped his suspenders back into place. "I think it'll be a good time to let her down easy. She's starting to get a bit too...what's the word...clingy." RJ checked to make sure that Elsa was still in the bathroom. "I wanna make sure that I end this before things get messy, if you know what I mean." Scooter snorted, choking back his braying laugh, and slapped RJ on the shoulder. "Well, shit, I just might have to pay this little filly a call now that you're letting her go."
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