Chapter 28

The adults were out of the tub, drying themselves off. Josh and Erica were still in the tub, still making small waves while they kissed.

“Your son seems to have learned some control,” said Megan. “That’s the longest I’ve seen him go.”

“She might be doing the same thing you did to me,” said Dick. “The first time it scared me. The second time it was almost as good as shooting in you.”

“I do that to Bob when I’m extra horny and want to go a long time.”

“How do you do that ripple thing with the walls of your vagina?” Dick asked.

“I don’t know. I just flex muscles and squeeze the invader.”

“Well, it feels like a hand, grabbing the base of my cock and pulling to the tip, over and over.”

Mona looked at Bob, who was dry and just standing there. His cock hung loose, now, about four or five inches long.

“I can’t believe that thing was in me,” she said.

“Believe it,” he said. “It’s going to be in you a lot when we make your interracial movie.”

“Now I have my son’s sperm and your sperm in me,” she said. “I need to do something about that.”

“I’ll buy you another pill,” said Bob.

“Okay.”

Suddenly she whirled and made Dick stop drying his legs. She hugged him, pressing her loins to his and leaned back.

“I love you!” she said.

“I know you do, Honey. You don’t have to keep saying it.”

“What if I didn’t take a plan B pill?”

“What?”

“What if I didn’t take anything to keep me from getting pregnant?”

Dick blinked.

“You’d have another baby?”

“We loved raising Josh. You got cut, so I can’t have another one of yours, but there are two others who want to keep putting sperm in me.”

“Okay, now we’re getting serious,” said Dick. “That is something that needs to be discussed. You can’t just get pregnant with your own son’s baby.”

“It might be Bob’s,” she moaned.

“I would rather it be Bob’s,” he barked. “You can’t just have an incest baby without thinking about it, Mona!”

She slumped.

“I know,” she said, sadly. “I think my hormones kicked in again, or something. My maternal instincts got all fired up by this movie business.”

“I know how you feel,” said Megan. “I’ve had some thoughts like that, too.”

“Can we just say not yet?” Mona begged.

Dick looked at Bob, who shrugged.

“Okay. Not yet. We have a lot to talk about, first.”

Mona leaned forward to kiss him, tenderly. When she pulled back, Dick spoke.

“I know. I know. You love me.”

“I thought Josh and I were going to be next,” Erica complained.

“That was the plan, but logistics and the shooting schedule caused some deviations. You know I needed you to make sure there were no time stamps on anything we did early that could cause us legal problems. And you’ve been doing a great job.”

“So how is it going to work from here on out?” asked the unhappy girl.

“When the action is between Josh and Megan, Dick and Mona will shoot it. When she’s busy with Dick, Josh and his mom can shoot it. We may or may not be able to use all the footage, but it can’t hurt to give it a shot.”

“So everybody gets to play and have fun except me! That’s not fair.”

Bob pulled her up against him.

“You heard Mona whining about wanting to have a baby, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, when you and Josh are married, and you decide to have a baby, I’m going to come see you and you, being you, won’t want to keep me away, and I’ll fill you with as many of my little black seeds as I can. I’ll try to fertilize your egg, just like Josh will be trying. And like Mona said, when your belly gets big, you won’t know who the daddy is until you push that baby out into the world.”

“You wouldn’t do that to me,” she scoffed. “I’m not afraid of you!”

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” he said. “I just want you to be prepared, because if I ever catch you fertile, I’m going to try like fuck to breed you. I’m just sayin’.”

She looked askance at him.

“We don’t even know if it will fit in me. The first time you put it in me I might actually bleed! You won’t have to use your theatrical stuff, because we might need to take me to the hospital the first time you shove that thing in me. I thought Mona was going to pass out!”

“She wasn’t passing out because of pain,” said Bob. He leered. “We’re wasting time talking. Come with me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to make you stop complaining.”

“Yeah, right. You know we can’t do that until it’s on film. If you actually hurt me and I have to go to the hospital, then that first time will be the only time it gets on film.”

“I’m not going to rape you,” he said. “I’m going to get you off in a new and innovative way.”

“Ooooo, how?”

“Be patient, Grasshopper. I will teach you many things.”

Ten minutes later, after sucking her nipples and fingering her through two orgasms, Bob knelt between her wide open thighs and jacked off. When he was about to cum, he pressed the tip into her open pussy lips.

Her reaction, as he filled her vagina with his sperm for the first time, was so violent that she forced the head into her.

She froze as he continued to fill her.

And when he kissed her with the head of his penis still in her, she had an orgasm.

“I promise not to be impatient any more,” she panted, as they caught their breath.

“You just be you. And now we know no ambulances will be needed when we finally get to make love.”

“That’s not true at all,” she said, letting her fingers drift over his chest. “Only an inch got in me. When we make love five times that amount will stretch me. And the middle part is way thicker than the tip. What if today convinced me not to try to take all of you?”

“Then I’ll never touch you again,” he said.

“Fuck, Bob!” she yipped. “You don’t have to be mean!”

“Then stop teasing me like that,” he said.

“Okay. No ambulance, for sure,” she said.

Two weeks later Bob wrote a check for twenty-five thousand dollars to Dick Penwillow “for services rendered”. He put the same amount in his own account.

Three days after that a group of four curious film-makers crowded around the white woman who had been sunning by the pool, and who had told the pool boy he could put sunscreen on her. That “pool boy” was now sliding his very black penis through the black hair on Megan’s pussy and the others were fascinated by it. They all knew that, eventually, Megan would get shaved bald for some movie, and many of them were trying to imagine that, now. Josh was the one running the camera, and eventually he told everybody they had to back up.

“I have the close-up and now I need to pan out.”

He did and got a great shot of the black man covering the white woman, who had her legs wrapped around her new lover. One of their favorite shots was when Bob lifted Megan’s hips off the towel and his cock was fully inside her. His balls hung and the women all thought it looked ... dangerous.

They shot the first plot in one day. It was just a short film about a woman by the pool who let the pool boy have sex with her. She was very vocal about how he had to pull out, because she was fertile, and the last shot of that movie was of Bob bellowing that he was cumming, followed by a close-up of her pussy running with thick, white semen, followed by just Bob’s grinning face, as he said, “I just love fucking little black babies into married white women.”

They filmed a second plot the next day, where everything was the same up until the pool boy was rutting in the wayward wife when her husband came home. Dick played that part and he came running out of the house yelling, “Stop raping my wife!” Bob turned his head and said, “Dude, she already cum twice and her legs are wrapped around me. This ain’t no rape. I’m just taking care of the business you been neglecting.”

That evolved into the husband crying that he had developed erectile dysfunction and was afraid to tell his wife about it, for fear that she’d divorce him. The short version of that plot was that the husband was supposed to give his wife a child and since he couldn’t, they told the pool boy he could become a daddy if he wanted to. The ending was the same, with Bob’s grinning face saying how he just loved getting married white women pregnant. The long version was that the husband watched as his wife got serviced, and Bob came back again and again. He was told to pull out because she was fertile and unprotected, but he never did. That morphed into her begging him to put a black baby in her belly.

Those were the only interracial films they made that week. More were planned, but the one everybody wanted to see was the one where Erica and Megan acted out their real relationships while the pool boy seduced both women, eventually fucking both at the same time, as they lay side by side, holding hands. There was some talk about how Bob should be her husband’s boss and he demanded to be able to fuck them in exchange for giving the husband a big promotion. Bob said they’d see, when the time came, but everybody knew how popular those two plots would be.

The next week Megan and Dick made a movie in which dad taught their son how to please a woman by having the son fuck his mother. Three days later they made a movie in which Erica and her boyfriend were fucking in Erica’s bedroom when Daddy caught them and chased the boy out. Then Daddy said he’d keep her happy so she didn’t want some punk kid. Dick loved the role and played it perfectly. Erica had to pinch him off, the first time he got in her, but after that he managed to give her three orgasms before he “made a mistake” and fertilized his own daughter. That movie ended with Erica walking into Daddy’s bedroom, naked, and saying, “I’m not going to sleep in my lonely bed anymore.” Dick whipped the covers off of him to reveal he was erect. That was the last shot in that movie.

They spent three days filming the women giving the men blow jobs. Mona had made a spreadsheet that kept everything straight. The spreadsheet said which movie a scene was being filmed for, and how the actors should be dressed. The dialogue was tuned to the movie it would be inserted into. They didn’t try to update all of Mona’s initial movies. Those had already sold and the customers were clamoring for more.

Then Erica said she was ready for Bob. The first movie they shot was of her as Megan’s daughter and Bob as her step-father. Megan was called away to take care of her sick sister and told Erica to take care of her step-father. She did that by sitting on Bob’s lap, and kissing him, and blowing him and then letting him sink his long, black prick into her tender, white pussy.

“Ohhhh, fuck, I should have done this a long time ago,” she groaned, as she was skewered by the penis of the man she loved in a different way from the man she really loved. It wasn’t in the script, but it sounded perfect, so they kept it in. The ending of that movie was when, after four months of taking care of her sick sister, “Mother” came home to find her daughter with a rounded belly. Megan made a fake baby bump out of foam packing, sculpted to look right. When it was put under a blouse Erica looked genuinely pregnant. The last line of that movie was Erica, as she patted her baby bump, saying, “I did just what you told me to, Mom. I took good care of Daddy and he took good care of me.”

When that one was finished they had a meeting to decide how to go forward.

“We have something like thirty plots that have been roughed out in the book,” said Mona. “The book” was a three ring binder they used to keep plots in that had not been used, yet. Anybody could put a plot in the book, but not all plots in the book were viable under the conditions they were in. For example, the plot where Dick, Mona, and Josh were on a fishing boat, and Bob was the captain. And while Dick and Josh fished, Bob seduced the wife. Of course, they had no fishing boat. It was just an idea.

“There’s enough to keep us all busy for most of the next year,” said Megan.

“I say we slow down,” said Dick. “We’ve got good money coming in. We don’t have to be in a hurry to finish everything.”

“It will take longer than that, anyway,” said Bob. “You all keep coming up with ideas. I think we’ll be making movies for the next two or three years.”

“I wonder what it will be like a year from now,” said Josh.

“We’re going to find out!” said Erica, as she pulled him to her for a kiss.

On Erica’s nineteenth birthday there was another meeting. This one was in the den of the new house they were all living in. It was in Bob’s name, because it contained the studio now used for “Chambers Digital Entertainment LLC” films. The company had Bob’s name, but was owned by three men and three women, all of whom had equal shares in the company. Bob had sold the warehouse and rented space in a strip mall in town, where he did portraits for members of the public. That business was called “Chambers Photography” and that was what most people thought was Bob’s only business.

In the movie studio, after the meeting, Erica was “with her personal trainer,” who did home visits during Covid, when people couldn’t go to the gym. Erica was wearing a one-piece spandex workout suit that was a mixture of vibrant oranges, of different hues. Her cleavage bulged and where the suit went between her legs it was only two inches wide. Her hair was in a long ponytail that came from high off the head. Bob was dressed in a muscle shirt and running shorts and was helping his customer by putting his hand where she should be feeling the stretches he was taking her through. He had already taken her through positions that worked her upper body and had, at one point, slid his fingers across the top of her exposed breasts and then down the sides of her bulging globes.

“Those are my breasts, Bob,” she had said.

“You have muscles under your breasts. The breasts, themselves, are mostly fat, but there is muscle under them that needs to be toned. Otherwise you sag.”

“I thought you just wanted to touch my breasts,” she teased.

“Well, you do have fabulous breasts, and it would be a real shame if they sagged, but I’m not trying to get you to stray from your husband.”

“My husband spends twice as much time on the road as he does at home, and when he’s home he’s never in the mood.”

“That’s too bad. A woman like you needs to have attention.”

“What kind of woman am I, Bob?”

“You’re a vibrant, passionate woman. If you were my wife I’d keep you in bed until you were too limp to get up.”

“My goodness!” she said. “You sound like a man with stamina.”

“I’m a personal trainer. I have to stay in shape.”