My Only Talent Ch. 45

I took me almost a minute to recognize Orinda as the movie began, because in this version she was white as white can be. Kevin had used Photoshop or whatever to change everything up. Besides her skin color, he had changed her nose and chin in the closeups. She was still a classic beauty, in any color, but she did look different. Suddenly Lou Baby, still white, with an electronic nose job in a blonde wig and an A&M baseball cap, was getting down on her knees for Ralph's massive white dick, which was protruding rudely from that stupid black sequined wrestler costume. My dick remembered Lou Baby fondly too, but just jumped a little.

Chrissy, however, shifted strongly in her seat, making an attenuated version of her invertebrate hip shake. "Dayum!" she cried.

Oh please! It's just Ralphie. Then she said "Well, in this version Aggie stays white and so does Big Richard White. I guess that makes sense because that is the character's name." She almost sounded disappointed.

But the Texas Death Match scene changed her mood completely. When the two girls issued their 'fuck me' challenge to the twelve other wrestlers and then laid down on the matt, Chrissy involuntarily spread her legs and sighed. Somehow, I heard Suzanne's low pitched and silky domination voice in my ear. "Sometimes the pussy just wants what the pussy wants, Robbie." Chrissy's lovely aroma reached me two seconds later, and that made me hard. "Ohhh, you like that scene too Robbie?" she teased.

"The scene wasn't that good, but your lovely wet smell right under my nose certainly is having an effect on me!"

She giggled. "You smooth talkin' devil!"

The scene finished and the credits began to roll. There was a long list, as Kevin had to promise everyone that helped make the DVD, especially the ones that didn't get paid, prominent screen credit for their work. The names rolled by seemingly forever.

Chrissy was already talking about what she would have done differently if she was the director (doesn't everybody fancy themselves a film genius?) and she was not paying attention as the credit roll ended with a picture of a smiling Kevin, sitting in one of those tall directors chairs, labeled "Mogul". I recognized him despite the dark glasses and fake "Smokey and the Bandit" mustache, and the Stetson pulled down low on his forehead. The final scroll stopped and froze on "Special thanks to the Condo Wrecking Crew!"

I suddenly recognized that hat, it was like the one I had, the ones that Mei Ling gave all four of us, with the especially fragrant silk panty lining. My dick gave a little jerk at that memory, and Chrissy looked back at the screen.

Her face froze. "Oh My God! Does that mean what I think it means, Robbie?"

I was still trying to decide exactly how much to tell her, and how to find out how much she learned from Mei Ling, when the screen flashed, and both our eyes were drawn back to it.

The on-screen title said, "Selected Scenes from the Director's Special Cut." What was this?

Kevin appeared again in that stupid disguise and begin to speak on "his craft". Oh, Fuck me! He looked and sounded like Sacha Baron Cohen trying to parody a self-worshipping French art film director:

"Vee haf included some of these scenes that were originally created for, how do you say, creative and logical completeness! Yes? Great works can be presented in many, many ways. The two cuts that are on the DVD are of course those that are zee most blessed with my artistic and creative integrity. But these other scenes could have been used in some version of the final masterpieces too. I did not want to restrain my own genius or restrict the incredible talents of my cast and crew. To do so would have been a crime against my art, and thus against all humanity! I have included them here for posterity!"

I now remembered Kevin talking about playing to his audience. He said he included some short and hot scenes for truck drivers on their breaks. They had to park their rig at a rest stop, get out the DVD, start it playing, get in the mood and then jack themselves off fast so they could get back on the road in under 15 minutes to keep their logbooks looking right. He said he built a couple of "stroke scenes" in after each feature.

A driving electric guitar tune began, the essence of bump and grind. Orinda's character, now whiter than white, stared into the camera with wide and wet eyes. You could see a reflection of something moving towards her in those big eyes.

Then cut to Ralph walking toward her. His skin now appeared to be totally black, just like Orinda's perfect and authentic skin. His costume was now white fabric and white sequins, and his giant black cock was rising and swaying left and right as he walked toward the camera.

Chrissy grabbed my thigh, hard! "Oh, My Fucking God!"

Suzanne whispered in my ear "Pussy wants, Robbie, pussy wants!"

Cut back to little white Orinda, falling to her knees almost reverently.

Ralph was an inch away, and she opened her mouth even wider, stuck out her tongue, and gently licked the underside of this muscular black missile.

Chrissy grabbed my cock now, squeezing it. Who said porn didn't work for women? In this case, it was working for me, too, as my cock suddenly sprang to a maximum erection, almost making a noise as it snapped to attention. At least that's the sequence I remember!

Suddenly Orinda's mouth was full, and she moved her head left and right, twisting slowly and sucking that giant snake for all it was worth. Chrissy's neck and lips moved involuntarily to the same rhythm, and she grabbed my cock through my jeans and started moving her hand up and down on it at the same pace. The camera angles and lighting changes showed the veins on Ralph like a shadow relief map of a mountain.

A second wave of Chrissy's wonderful smell hit my nose, and I knew the couch was about to get wet again. Suzanne crooned in my ear, "mouth wants, then pussy wants!"

Orinda was taking as much of Ralph as she could into her mouth and down her throat. I remembered fondly that she could, with maximum effort, get me past the little bump and get her mouth all the way to my pubic bone, and how great it felt. That was not even remotely possible with Ralph. Deal with it, Robbie. Maybe it was his loss.

I was almost glad my Suzie receiver was down because I might not want to hear what Chrissy was sending at this point. Her eyes were glued to the screen, but she deftly unzipped my pants and freed my dick, frigging it with her left hand.

Orinda performed the oral cock worship ceremony for almost three minutes of screen time. Then Ralph grabbed her hair and began to shake his head back and forth. Another Stevie Wonder impression? Sheesh!

Chrissy giggled! "Yeah, Get Ready Baby! Get It All!"

I knew Chrissy had natural talent for that sort of thing, but really!

Ralph grunted and Orinda (or her body/digital double) worked hard to get it all. It was probably scripted, and a little bit escaped and dripped down her chin and lovely neck very artistically.

He stopped grunting and she kept sucking. Then Chrissy hit the pause control.

She kissed me passionately on the lips and then got on her knees and sucked my cock as if it were her primary mission in life. Maybe it was just because the scene got me started, or got her fired up, but for whatever reason it was one of her best efforts. I tried to give her mine. I wanted to make it last, but she clearly wanted me to blast off as soon as possible. Hah! I thought. Mouth wants!

Chrissy's lovely mouth soon got, and true to form, she vacuumed me like a milking machine and kept me hard like a little magician. She spun around to face the big screen, sat on my cock with her superbly sopping little snatch, and released pause on the DVD remote. Pussy wants, pussy gets!

Her timing was good. Orinda's perfect inner lips, now transformed to look digitally white with darker freckles, loomed on screen and then Ralph, digitally mapped to an exceptionally low albedo black, loomed even larger, approaching them like docking submarine.

Chrissy was facing away from me, up on her haunches, not unlike a football center about to hike the ball, watching the screen. She moved her pussy up to where I almost slipped out of her, and then emulated the motions on screen, slowly impaling herself on my cock in synchrony with Ralph's movement into Orinda.

On screen, Ralph disappeared into Orinda and she groaned hoarsely when fully impaled, Chrissy giggled again and said, "Oh My Fucking God!"

When big black Ralph pulled slowly out, a ring of juicy white pussy flesh followed him out, making a wet snick snack noise when it stopped its motion and fell back toward her body like a ring of milk dropping in a bowl. Chrissy narrated, "Fuck It! Fuck It Good!"

Chrissy then "pussy synched" that scene the way people "lip synched" a song, and she was so worked up she must have come about every ten strokes, her perfect little pussy vibrating on me like one of those little buzzers that tells you your table is ready at a restaurant. She dripped her fluids onto my thighs like a faucet that had not quite been turned all the way off, and it was a wonderful thing to behold.

Ralph finally grunted again, and the camera cut to Orinda's lovely face, contorted in an orgasmic gape, followed by a huge smile. Chrissy was like sportscaster, yelling, "Take it baby, feel that hot blast!"

I figured that was my cue, too, and I let myself go. I felt the spurts, and sure enough, Chrissy narrated them. "Fuck yeah, give it to me, FUCK YEAH!"

I strained up against her, pushing my butt up off the couch and as far into her as I can. She spread her legs as far she could and then gripped me like I have never felt it before. We breathed fast and hard together, synchronized just like the fucking we saw on the screen. Chrissy hit stop on the DVD player remote, but her pussy was still vibrating a little.

She lay back with her back against my chest and I cupped her breasts in my hands and kissed her neck. She was almost sobbing and holding her mouth and neck funny. Her breathing began to slow. Suzanne told me once about a hormone called oxytocin that was considered by some the marker of love, trust, and satisfaction, and by others an anti-feminist plot to subjugate women. Asa Weltschmerz says it is a distributed neurotransmitter, part of a system of neural feedback loops so complicated that neither of those simplistic ideas can possibly be correct.

I didn't want to subjugate Chrissy, but I would dearly love to be able to see her come like that regularly. Wait a minute! SEE her come like that, or MAKE her come like that? What is the difference? If I make her, I do it, I control. If I see it, I may not do it and may not be in control! I want to be in control! But I already decided that sometimes the pussy just wants what the pussy wants, and you cannot control that! Chrissy cannot control that either, can she?

Are dicks that way too? Isn't that taking the old saw about "thinking with your other brain" a little too far. Suddenly it hits me, Red Rock Tappert has taken this lack of control to heart, maybe too much? Or is it only right for them? What's right for me? Maybe you can't control what you want, but you can control what you do. I'm confused. Veronica CAN NOT come unless Rock is there to watch, or she just doesn't LET herself come unless he is there?

Chrissy leans back, turns her head, finds my lips, and kisses me again.

"Damn, Robbie! That was one fine fuck flick! It sure gives us something to talk about, doesn't it?"

I wasn't quite ready to talk, but I supposed I could listen.

She ticked off her points on her fingers. "First!" She begins to sing and dance a little on the couch. "I like big dicks and I cannot lie!" to the tune of the Sir Mix a Lot song now de rigueur at most frat parties. She giggles. Ouch. "More correctly looking at a really big dick on a screen gets me hot! I haven't seen many dicks in person. Specifically, I have only seen two, up close and personal, and they both seemed big to me! But not like that one in the movie. Woah!"

I am somewhat pleased, but also amazed. She has certainly taken maximum advantage of the two cocks she has had access to. She has also without a doubt now totally escaped her shrinking violet virgin status! Just like a primal female animal would.

"Second!" she continues. "All else being equal, which it almost never is in real life, black dicks are more visually stimulating to me than white ones. In this film, we had the exact same dick shown as a white one, and a black one, and I found the black one more exciting to look at. Maybe just because I am white, and it's different."

Ouch, double ouch, and triple ouch. That really hurt. She must have seen it in my face. "Are you ready for some "hard" truth Robbie?" She laughed at her own joke; I was not amused.

"The girls at the house say never talk to your boyfriend about the size of his dick versus anybody else's. It will only make things worse, never better. By the way they also say never ask your boyfriend about the size of your titts, either! But we are supposed to be truthful about sex, right Robbie? Besides, I really love you so I can't lie to you. So here it comes!"

So to speak. I don't know if I am ready for this.

"When I first saw your dick, I fell in love with it. I still love it. I love it in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my tight little ass! I think I just demonstrated that very well! Well not my ass just now, but the night is still young!" She kissed me again, and I liked it. "I will never forget your cock Robbie. When I am a little old lady, I will probably dream about it sometimes. And like you told me about my pussy, if you ever feel insecure about your dick, you just look me up, and I'll set you straight!"

She sat up a little and looked at me funny. "Let's talk about Clancy, now."

"Oh boy! Just what I want to hear."

She smiled. "His dick is nice too!" There is that genuine smile and breathless tone again. "I was shocked when I first saw it, it was black and thick and kind of ugly, but in a hot way. It was certainly different from yours, and only the second one I had ever seen, so there was some novelty factor, too, I guess."

I assumed my face was frozen. That's certainly how it felt.

"I was already worked up from the film, and drunk, and I was thinking mostly with my pussy. You and I were careful to say we were only having a fling, and you were in Boston sleeping with another girl. And Big Bones is famous at ESU. He's a Texas sex symbol. I was a cheerleader in middle school and high school, and I was socially conditioned from puberty to want to fuck football players. I just never did it until now. Two girls in my house have his poster right over their beds, if you know what I mean. I have gone into their room sometimes just to look at it. He is so big and tall and muscled up that it is very stimulating. It was a shock when he showed up at the door. How do you even know him anyway? He was very nice. He made it clear he wanted me, he asked me nicely, and I told him the truth. I wanted him to fuck me, not make love to me. I'm not sorry I did it. It was an adventure. Wild college days, like you said. But I am never, ever going to drink four tall boys without any food again, I can tell you that!"

"I don't love him. I do not trust him. He was a good fuck. I would never let him do it without a condom. But you are a good fuck and a good friend. And that's about as flat out honest as I can be."

I had to ask. "Which of us..."

She cut me off again. "The girls say never make any comparisons like that, either. But if you must know, I'd say very different but both very effective. If you know what I mean?" She shook her ass a little.

I suppose I did. She got off with both of us. Didn't I just say I'd like to see her come like that regularly? I heard Rock Tappert laughing and felt him elbowing me in the ribs. Damn.

But hot little Chrissy was just getting warmed up. "Now let's talk about you Robbie. What parts of the films did you think you responded to?"

"Well, I watched only part of the other version of the film, but main star looked much better to me as a black woman than a white one."

She smiled. "So, you get off on a little of the strange too, eh, Robbie? She looked super-hot to me in either color!"

She wanted some truth; I will give her some! "I wasn't just responding to the film itself. The black version of her was more realistic."

"How could you possibly say that about ........wait a minute. You have actually met her?"

Now it was my turn, baby! "Let's just say she was very effective, okay?" I tried to emulate her happy and breathless tone.

She looked at me like she was sure I was lying. "How..."

"Unh Uh. No comparisons, right? But you would like her, and she would like you!"

For the first time tonight, she was speechless. But she recovered quickly.

"Okay. Then let's talk about your reaction to the director's cut scene. The female star was white, which you yourself said should not turn you on, but Big Dick White became Big Dick Black, and you got hard as glass as soon as you saw him walking toward her. I felt you myself!

"Truth? I think I reacted that way because you did, because as soon as you saw that huge dick in black instead of white, you sent a pulse of your wonderful pussy smell and I reacted to that! 'Oh My fucking God' were your exact words, right?"

"Nice try Robbie, but I'm not buying it! Maybe you should admit you get a little thrill out seeing a big black dick? Or maybe the idea of that big black dick giving me a big thrill? Huh?"

I took a big breath. "I can assure you, that dick does nothing for me, plus that directors cut is not realistic. I will admit that seeing you get all worked up about anything gets me hot too."

"What do you mean not realistic? You can't possibly know the guy with the huge dick, too!"

"You are sworn to secrecy okay? I have known him since 7^th grade, and he is whiter than me or you. Plus, he is in UDP now. He only agreed to do that film if he was completely masked and unrecognizable."

She stared at me for a full minute. "I think you are telling the truth. Wow. But that dick would be recognizable anywhere, I would think."

"You have actually met him at the UDP house, Chrissy."

She smiled wickedly. "It might be better if it was Black, at least for me." She tickled my ribs.

"Mei Ling told me to also ask about the director. If I am also sworn to silence, can you tell me about that?

"Pinky promise. You can't tell anyone else. Not another soul. Agreed?"

"Yep."

He was my roommate freshman year. His dad got in financial trouble and he made that film so he could pay his tuition and board for next year. The girl that played Aggie is his girlfriend."

Chrissy was stunned. "Wow. I couldn't do that. How could he let her? Did they stay together after that?"

"Well, I don't think he could have stopped her. She has a wild streak and they sort of have an understanding. She can do other people and so can he, as long as they talk about it first. They are going to get married this summer."

"Different strokes, I guess". She giggled.

"Also, his dad owns this condo. He'll be here next weekend, and he will take one whiff of this couch and demand an explanation!" I crossed my arms and glared at her.

Chrissy looked a little scared. "What, what will you tell him?"

I looked smug, "l will appeal to his ego! I'll tell him I showed his erotic masterpiece to this hot chick, and she got all worked up, gave me a killer blowjob, and then dripped all over the couch while I fucked her. No names of course. She is a wonderful young lady, et cetera."

She got a funny look. "I know a secret about one or your other fraternity brothers, too." She got that hot but irksome I know something you don't know look.