Prankster Ch. 05

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Tony and the red-headed woman had arrived at her little cottage with a nice ocean view, and sat down on the living room sofa. They kissed for the first time, and she moaned deep into his mouth, and then began nipping at his lips with her small, white teeth.

"I never got your name," Tony said after a prolonged kiss finally ended.

"Lucille . . . Lucille DaVino," she said breathing heavily. "There's no husband to worry about. I'm divorced . . . four years now."

"That's good," he replied.

"You married?"

"No. Never been married," he told her, and Lucille believed him.

Maintaining eye contact with her, Tony slowly moved his hand under the hem of her skirt.

"I don't believe I've ever met a woman who was as wet as you," he told her.

"I been thinking about someone like you for almost seven years now," Lucille said in answer.

"Seven years? I thought . . ."

"The marriage, if you wanna call it a marriage wasn't very satisfying."

"Oh."

"Oh is right. And seeing that couple screwing their brains out . . . it just made me go a little nutso, understand?"

"Yeah, I think I do," he replied.

Lucille moaned wantonly as his fingers glided slowly over her juice covered cunt. Tony pressed his palm firmly over her sex and caused Lucille to cry out, "OH, YES!"

Her face was a grimace of arousal. She was breathing heavily, and licked her lips as he sank two fingers into her wetness. His thumb lightly caressed her engorged clit and she shuddered.

He grinned at her, pressed the edge of his hand into the furrow of her crotch. "You are soooo wet," he told her.

"Mmmm!" she replied, and sobbed from the stimulus of it all. Her eyelids fluttered, and then remained shut.

Tony felt the muscles of her well oiled, velvet cunt squeeze down on his fingers as she tilted her pelvis forward to meet them. She muttered a long drawn out expletive, and drew in a deep breath through her nose.

"AH, AH, AHHH, SHIT! KEEP IT THERE! KEEP IT THERE!"

He watched her tremble, and leaned in closer to her face. He tapped her clit, heard her moan loudly in response and then dropped her forehead onto his shoulder, pressed her breast into him.

"FUUUCK! OH! she coughed out as her hips spasmed.

"Cum for me, Lucille," Tony whispered coaxingly in her ear. "C'mon, cum for me," and gently bit the pink lobe, earring and all.

Her hips bucked violently against his hand, and she fell into a series of deep orgasmic spasms, while her hand searched out his cock that was bumping his belly.

"Fuuuck! Put it in! Put it in!" she squawked, closing her surprisingly cool fingers around his shaft and squeezing hard.

A growl came from the back of his throat, and he turned his face to hers and kissed her sloppily as she jerked him off. He permitted this for some twenty seconds, and then made her stop.

"Rub your cunt against me," he said.

She quickly complied, humming her appreciation for his direction in his ear. Lucille ground her cunt against his cock, then Tony forced his knee between her legs and she ground down on that, still humming happily. He reached behind her and taking her ass cheeks in either hand, squeezed them in turn, as she continued to hump his knee.

"I think . . . I think I'm gonna squirt," she called out in warning.

"Oh, Christ, Tony . . ." she started to say, gulping air into her lungs. "I'm gonna! I'm gonna!"

She did squirt. He pulled his hand away and shoved his face directly in front of her cunt and caught the second line of her juice as it spewed forth, right into his opened mouth.

He thought it was as if she were pissing into his mouth. But somehow he knew this wasn't her urine, but her love-juice and he happily swallowed as much of it as he could, savoring every drop.

When Lucille finished, he kissed her. Her mouth was soft, her tongue pliable, and they exchanged her juices back and forth until they were totally mixed with their combined saliva.

Laughing, they looked at one another's face. Each was smeared with her juices, and she took a deep breath and said, "You ain't even fucked me yet; I never felt like this before . . . never. So help me God."

Lucille began kissing his neck, using her upper teeth to scrape across the more sensitive areas of his neck. She left two hickeys on his throat, and moments later, he returned the favor.

"Fuck me," she said pleadingly.

Tony nodded, but kneeled between her legs, spreading them wide, and then his chin was pressed firmly against her anus, while his mouth covered her cunt with kisses. She held him there, with both hands behind his head, whimpering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," in a mantra of lust. But Tony wanted nothing more at the moment than to make a pig of himself in her sodden snatch.

Lucille screamed out her pleasure as his tongue caressed her clit, practically heaving his head away as she tried to press his tongue further into her.

Tony was half crazed with the taste and scent of her. Her juice was thick and sweet, very similar to honey, with an earthy tanginess. Lucille lolled lewdly before him, having opened herself as much as possible to allow him to delve into her. Her mewling cries and rapid panting served to make Tony even wilder and more experimental than he ever thought he could be.

Lucille had one hand under her bra, pinching the nipple. She was sobbing with exertion, for another gigantic climax was enroute.

Tony imagined himself pushing his entire head into her cunt, and in fact was compelled to breathe deeply through his mouth because his nose was immersed in the pools of juice being expelled from her snatch, and on doing so, found the fluids dribbling down his throat almost faster than he could swallow. She moaned with distress as he pulled his mouth away long enough to gasp a lungful of air, and moaned again, this time with a lilt of happiness as he returned and spread her pussy lips before resuming his feast on her cunt.

For every lick and kiss he bestowed, Lucille shrieked with lusty sensitivity, and her head flopped about in a sexual daze. Wanting to add to her sensual delight, Tony sent his index finger into the puckered rose of her ass. There was plenty of saliva and cunt juice to provide the necessary lubrication. Lucille responded by humping back at his finger until it was almost fully within her anus.

Tony wiggled both the finger and his tongue, still lodged in her cunt and the stimulus of both actions brought her orgasm to a boil. Lucille shuddered and came, and kept on coming. Tony was forced to hold on with both arms to avoid serious damage to his neck and head.

A minute and a half passed before Lucille finished coming, and after taking a huge gulp of air, sighed, "Fuck . . . that was sooo good."

"You're welcome," Tony replied, and Lucille giggled inanely.

"You . . ." she stammered, "you haven't fucked me."

"Are you accusing me of something?" he said, and laughed along with her.

His cock was in the midst of a very painful erection. His slacks were stained a dark hue from the combination of new pre-cum, and the ejaculate he had released when Lucille had jerked him off while watching the young couple fucking on the bench.

Lucille took his cock out of its confinement and studied it worshipfully.

"You've a lovely one, you know?"

"It makes me happy," he said.

"I hope it makes me happy too."

"I have a feeling it will," he said, smiling at her.

She leaned forward and took it into her mouth, then removed it and looked at it again.

"I want to suck it, but I want you to fuck me with it first."

"We can do both; I've got all day. But what about you? Expecting any company soon, or do you have to be anywhere?"

"I plan on making myself available to you for the foreseeable future. I told you, I haven't had a good fuck in a couple years. There won't be any interruptions, I promise," she said, and shifted forward on her knees, then lifted herself over his glistening erection, and holding him carefully at the base of his shaft, slowly impaled herself on his member.

They kissed again as her tight pussy clenched around his thick cock.

"Jesus," he gasped.

"What?"

"I can't believe the heat your cunt is giving off."

She laughed. "Well, you've certainly made me hot, lover."

Tony wanted to slam his cock into her, but had the presence of mind to allow Lucille to enjoy the exquisite sensation as he delved into her at her desired pace. Tony watched in awe as he slowly disappeared into her.

Lucille's face was wreathed in a huge smile, and she tried to get his face into her hungry mouth. He felt her tongue enter his nostril, and then his mouth, searching his gums, and then behind and in front of his teeth. She even set him to blinking furiously by using her tongue to swipe wetly across his left eyeball.

And her cunt, her magnificent cunt, pummeled his cock with wave after wave of exquisite constrictions using her cuntal muscles, while he could only swipe at her engorged nipples, still encased in her bra.

"Oh, oh, I love the feel of you inside me," she murmured. "C'mon, Tony, fuck me now, give it to me. Let me feel the splash of your cum in my cunt."

She began to roll her hips onto him, and he could feel the suction actually pulling his cock into her.

She began to yell, "Come on, baby. Come on and ride the tiger!"

Tony felt her shudder, knew she was in the midst of an orgasm, but she kept calling out for him to come inside her.

He was slightly off target with regard to Lucille's orgasm. It was not one, but three climaxes that she had enjoyed since he entered her. And although she was looking for several more, she really wanted to feel his jizm caress her vaginal walls.

Tony groaned, and this told her that he was on the verge of coming. Actually, he was having difficulty focusing on the goings on, having grown somewhat hazy from the strain of hold off on his climax.

"Cum with me," he gasped, and she broke out into a fit of obscene laughter.

"I've been cumming ever since you stuck your tool in me," she informed him. And to emphasize the point, she pushed down hard onto his pubic bone, and then ran her pink tongue over his right nipple before nipping at it.

The shock of light pain in his nipple served as the catalyst in making him cum. A veritable geyser erupted from his cock. Lucille's cunt tightened its grip upon him enough to allow Tony to actually feel the turbulence caused by his ejaculation against the walls of her cunt.

After he finished coming, they remained still, content to hold one another, letting the thrilling sensations wash over them.

"Whew!" Lucille said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, right," Tony added a moment later. His deflated cock lolled against his thigh. The sofa cushions were ruined, with dark stains from his semen and her juices readily apparent, and unlikely to respond to the finest of cleaning solvents or solutions.

"Sorry about the stains," he said, and meant it.

"Fuck 'em," she responded. "It was worth the price of a new sofa any day of the week."

"Well . . ." Tony said, "wanna watch the tape of that couple?"

"Yes! Yes, by all means. Hey, let me make us a drink while you set things up. The . . . err . . . TV stuff is inside that cabinet," she said and pointed across the room.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Sue Ann Bromley was canvassing bars, fast food stores, and other places she thought she might encounter Pruett, with little success until she ran into Trudy, a frequent customer at Hobie's, who was also pissed off at Pruett for one reason or another.

"Pruett?" Trudy said, "That son-of-a-bitch is going around trying to lure every Spring Breaker in sight into his goddamn van."

"What?" said Sue Ann. "He don't have a van."

"Him and Tony come by one," Trudy told her. "Don't know where they got the money, but they got this van, painted it up so it says "Girls Gone Wild" on it, and they're handing out T-shirts to any girl show's 'em her tits."

"The fuck you say!" Sue Ann gasped, incredulous at the thought. "Got any idea where I can find him and his van?"

"Him and Tony been operating around the beach, and some bars right off the beach. Couldn't say exactly where though," Trudy told her, with a grievous expression on her face.

"Well, thanks, Trudy. I'll keep on looking for him."

"This about that phony call he made, pretending to be the state police?"

"Yeah, it is."

"You didn't get fired or anything did you?"

"No, but it came close. I want to wring the bastard's neck, fucking with me like that."

"Well, if it means anything, the call got him all kinds of excited," Trudy told her.

"Huh? How so?"

"He wanted a little action from me right after the call."

"That bastard," Sue Ann growled. She considered what she'd just heard, and said, "You're lucky, Trudy. That bastard would fuck a snake if he could."

"Oh," Trudy said, a light-bulb having gone off in her head. "You turned him down, huh?"

"How'd you figure . . ." Sue Ann started to say, but paused. "Oh, right. There had to be a reason for the phone call. Well, duh."

Both women laughed at that. Then Trudy said, "If I see him anywhere's I'll call you. Lemme have your cell number, sweetie."

They exchanged numbers and went off in opposite directions.

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Left to his own devices, Pruett stopped into Stark Raving Crazy's, and after ordering his second beer, happened to meet Stark Reagan, a former All-American linebacker at Florida State, and Super Bowl star with the Pittsburg Steelers. Stark was the owner of a huge bar where over a thousand Spring Breakers gathered nightly to celebrate their wild fling over the break from school.

After a few minutes conversation, Pruett and Stark went outside to look at the Girls Gone Wild van. Visibly impressed Stark made Pruett an offer he couldn't refuse -- bring the cameras into his place Friday night, and film away.

"I tell ya it can't miss," said Stark. "We're having a wet T-shirt contest, and who knows how crazy things will get with your girls gone crazy crew in the house."

"Um, it's Girls Gone Wild. Um, the name on the van and all," Pruett said, feeling somewhat intimidated by the bulk of the former All-American next to him.

"Yeah, yeah," Stark said as if Pruett had not uttered a word. What Stark Reagan was thinking, but not saying, was that it would be his place in the film when it was released, and not any of his competitors. If the movie was even half-way successful, the kids would be breaking down the doors to Stark Raving Crazy's next year.

"So, Pruett, how much money do you need to finance this film?"

Pruett swallowed, and said, "I don't rightly know just yet. "So far expenses have been low, you know, the van and some equipment to do the videos and such."

"But you will need some money, right?"

"Oh, yeah, me and Tony will be needing some cash . . . for editing and making copies of the tapes and the like."

"How much?"

"Um, I ain't sure. I better discuss that with my partner before saying. Is that all right with you?"

"Sure. But let me know soon. Anyway can I count on you to be here Friday night?"

"Um, yeah, why not?"

"Reason I ask is I wanna advertise you a little. You know, draw in a few more customers."

"Um, Stark?"

"Yeah?"

"We, um, get a few girls wanna be cooperative, and all, we plan on taking 'em out into the van, film them fuckin' and suckin', ya know?"

"I got no problem with that, so long's as it's not on the premises. Don't wanna break the fucking law, you know?"

Pruett had a couple more beers, on the house, of course, Stark not wanting Pruett to think he was cheap. Then Pruett wandered out to the van and drove off, anxious to tell Tony about their big break.

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Tony pulled his steamy prick from Lucille's pussy, and fed it to her open mouth, as she squirmed into a position that would enable her to take most of him deep into her throat.

"Do you like the taste of yourself?" he asked mischievously.

"It ain't the first time," she replied.

"Oh, want to tell me about it?"

Removing him from between her lips, she smiled naughtily and said, "Not particularly."

"You just going to leave me hanging there?" he asked, feigning peevishness. Lucille laughed in his face, then gobbled his cock back into her mouth and, after spitting him back out for a moment, told him, "I'm not leaving this fine cock hanging anywhere but in my throat. You don't like it, grab your hat and get out."

"I don't have a hat," he said, knowing it was the weakest of rejoinders, then losing interest in the mini debate as her tongue did things he had thought impossible.

A moment later, Lucille let him drop from her mouth, but held him firmly around the base of his cock, like a microphone.

"You asked if I liked how I taste. I could care less about that. But your taste is another matter."

"Huh?" was the best line Tony could come up with, and he knew then that any discussion would be led by Lucille and not him.

She held her tongue under the crown of his cock, and rested her teeth lightly on top. "You, my fine, fucking friend, have just the right flavor as far as I'm concerned."

"Good," he managed to say before Lucille swirled her magical tongue around the crown several times in succession, and made him cum again. She allowed his seed to dribble slowly from the left side of her mouth after sitting back in an upright position.

"Want some?" she asked impishly, and lewdly extended her tongue to him revealing a pool of milky white cum. To her surprise, Tony accepted her offering, and they passed several gobs back and forth until it all but dissolved in the commingled saliva.

Lucile was the first to speak afterward. "Christ, those kids really went at it, didn't they?" She was referring to the two kids Tony had filmed fucking in public.

"I should make a lot of money from this tape," he told her.

"The whole world will want to see it," Lucille said in agreement. "It's pure voyeurism, I mean, it's the chance of a lifetime to see something that erotic. Maybe you see a couple making out in public, and that's a fantastic turn-on. But this . . . this is unbelievable. They know they're being watched. They didn't care. Just went on about their business. Jesus, I'm getting hot again just thinking about it. Can we see the tape again?"

To be continued...