Chapter 5

"Damn!" he grinned, looking lazily over her flowing curves. "Damn, if you didn't keep on growing. What a set of tits! Come on, baby! Get your clothes off and show me just how sexy you are!"

Charley looked over her old lover. So this was Raymond Brock today! He had sure let himself go to pot! He had put on at least another hundred pounds, most of it around his middle. He'd always been big, but now he was fat in addition. The girl shuddered at his leering face and began slowly complying with his directions. Ray slipped out of his robe and stretched across the bed naked. He licked his lips hungrily as he gazed at her voluptuous body.

"Yes, yes," he muttered. "You sure the hell have gotten sexier. The memory of that first fuck has been with me all these years. We never did get that next time, did we?"

"You got marred," she reminded him.

"Oh, sure," he acknowledged. "The little bitch let me knock her up. It was my good luck, though. Shit, her old man has set me up in business for myself. Baby, I've got more money rolling in than you can imagine. All I need is a healthy little plaything to spend it on."

He pulled her into the bed beside him. His hands groped her tits eagerly, taking them roughly. His cock came lunging upright as he thumbed her nipples.

Charley had been surprised to see Raymond when she stopped for a quick drink before driving to her apartment. After the filming with Greg she'd decided against looking for a fuck tonight. She had merely planned to grab one or two drinks, then go home for a good night's sleep. Shit, tomorrow night she'd get all that gorgeous prick the boy had shown her tonight. Her pussy was glowing just thinking about it.

"Hey!" the man beside her at the bar gasped. "Aren't you Charlene Brower?"

The brunette acknowledged her name, trying to remember the vaguely familiar man. She knew she had fucked him, but she couldn't remember when or where.

"Ray!" he grinned. "Ray Brock! I knew you years ago, when you were still in high school."

"Junior high," she corrected him. "You were in high school."

They talked for a few minutes. Brock insisted that she join him for a drink in his room. Reluctantly, Charlene agreed, finishing her drink at the bar while he went to get some of his friends out of his room. They'd have to find another room for their poker game, now that Ray had found himself a good hunk of pussy.

He buried his face into her tits. He kissed and sucked on her huge tits until he had her panting with growing excitement. She hadn't wanted to fuck tonight, but Charley had always been easily led into a man's bed.

In the back of her mind she kept hoping that sooner or later she'd find a man who could satisfy her needs. She reached down and grabbed hold of his rigid prick, pumping him lovingly and rubbing her tits over his face as he sucked and tongued her nipples into burning hardness.

"Oh, yes, baby!" he panted. "I've never forgotten popping your cherry! Damn, you were sweet! That was the best pussy I ever got!"

He reached for her cunt He ran one thick finger around the soft moist lips. Charley gasped in delight as he stroked her clit to pulsing desire. The big man began sucking noisily on one tit while he finger-fucked her with mounting enthusiasm. The brunette closed her thighs against his hand, holding it tightly as he shoved it deeper into her cunt.

"Ohhhh," he moaned. "Ohhhhh, I was lucky tonight! Damn, was I lucky! I found the best piece of tail in the state. Man, I'm going to spend a hell of a lot more time up here from now on."

Charlene lay back and her body began to pulse and throb. Her mind was whirling, remembering how frightened she had been that first time. He had broken her in well, however. Since that afternoon out in the woods she had been ready to fuck almost any time.

But, as she kept getting taller and taller, as her tits kept getting bigger and bigger, she became more of a threat to any boy who might otherwise be interested in a good piece of ass. Time and again she lost boys to some petite little girl who had tits only a quarter of the size of hers. Again and again she would get some stud all horny at a dance and then see him leaving with some tiny fluff of a blonde tucked under his arm.

John Roberts had been the man who had given her pride in her size. She'd been working as a cocktail waitress, fucking the owner whenever he got drunk enough not to be threatened by her size. The photographer had come in for a few drinks with some friends.

"Honey," he had smiled. "What the hell are you doing waiting tables in this burg?"

Charley smiled at him. Shit! She had heard that line before.

Roberts had been different, though. He didn't make an immediate proposition to her.

"I mean," he explained, "there's only one place in this country where they appreciate a girl with your size. In this section of the country you'll always be a freak. You may be a hell of a sexy freak, but a freak just the same. Now, if you went to Las Vegas you'd see what I mean. Out there they're looking for girl, with your dimensions."

He was back the next night. This time he asked her to have coffee with him after the bar closed. They had coffee. Then they went to his motel room. The photographer was far from the best fuck she'd ever had. In fact she'd had to keep working at his prick just to keep it hard. He had been good with his mouth though.

"Mmmmmmm, I want to get my lips on all that luscious pussy!" he had gasped as he buried his head between her thighs. She leaped at the way he went after her cunt, kissing and sucking until he had her twisting and pulsing in delight.

"Oooooooh!" she panted. "Mmmmmmm, suck it, baby! Suck it good!"

His tongue slipped inside and lapped her clit. She grabbed his prick wildly, trying to get it good and hard before she sucked him off as beautifully as he was working over her pussy. They rolled about the bed, lost in the reality of cock and cunt. She took his meat in her mouth and drew slowly on it. The photographer moaned, then clamped his mouth on her cunt and began rapidly blowing and sucking her pussy until she was tingling all over.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, his cock ramming hack toward her throat. "Ooooooh! Mmmmmmmm!"

She teased his balls while sucking the sweet juice of his cock. She sucked him to orgasm while her pussy responded to his deep sucks. They shook as they sucked harder and harder. They drank each other's juices, then lay softly against each other.

"You're game for just about anything, aren't you?" he asked. "I wonder just how interested you'd be in doing it all before a camera."

"You some kind of sex nut?" she asked him, sitting up suddenly. Shit! Next he'd want to play a whipping game. She liked fucking, but she had no use for freaky games.

"Hold on, baby!" he laughed, grabbing her as she started to get up from the bed. "You misunderstand. Sit down a minute. I'm a photographer. I make porno flicks. I shoot scenes of people fucking. All I'm asking is whether you'd be interested in making a hell of a lot of money for fucking in front of a camera."

That was how it started. He had been very convincing. She hadn't returned to the bar again. She'd driven back with Roberts the next day.

Ever since then she'd been working for him. She fucked through a string of studs, none of whom had been able to match her lustiness or her build. Until the new kid had shown up, they'd never been able to find a guy with enough cock for her. Now, she hoped, things might be different.

What a hell of a time for Raymond Brock to show up! The last thing she needed was to get involved with a man from her past. For almost ten years she had dreamed of seeing him again. Now he had turned up when she didn't want him.

"Your pussy is as sweet and juicy as the first time," he whispered. "You're still one hell of a sweet piece of pussy!"

He fucked his finger lusciously into her cunt, getting the girl more and more breathless. The big ex-athlete resumed to her tits and sucked them thoroughly. His cock pulsed in her hands, throbbing hard as she pumped his shaft.