"Crazy Girlz"
By Stevesaint
Used by permission of the author's estate
Ó 2006 STEVESAINT
There aren’t many guys who can get off on their work like I can, I mean REALLY get off. I get to travel around this great country of ours making videos of gorgeous girls who can’t wait to strip off their clothes to show you what they’ve got. You know the videos I’m talking about, don’t you? The ones my partner Jack and I make are sold under the series name “CRAZY GIRLZ.” Boy, do we make a ton of money doing it. It’s not just the money, though, as most of these girls are not only willing to shove their naked tits in your face, but many are willing to do about anything. I mean anything! I’m an average looking guy who gets more than his share of action just because I have the camera. What a rush.
“Hey, Bill, take a look at the footage I got down at the beach!” Jack hollers out as he enters our makeshift office. “One of the babes was sooooo stacked. . .she even let me feel ‘em all over. . .what a set!”
He runs some video through our projection set-up, and I have to admit, the babes are special this time. The girl he’s blabbering about does have a magnificent set of knockers. When Jack puts the camera on her, she quickly smiles and pulls her top aside to expose her breasts, then reaches behind and unties the string, letting the scant fabric hang loosely from her neck. Man, they are a nice pair, with large, silver dollar sized areolas and taut nipples. Jack wasn’t lying, for in seconds she’s invited him for a touch and his hand snakes out from behind the camera and cops a good feel. They look very firm to me.
“Her name’s Nikki,” Jack says proudly. “I’ve got her number, and tonight, my friend, I’ll be fucking that fantastic piece of ass. . .maybe cum all over those beautiful tits.”
“Okay, okay, show me more. . .and stuff your dick back in your pants. I hope you got a few more babes on that tape, buddy. . .we need more hot footage if we’re gonna make this next video a big seller.”
He runs through the rest of the video he captured on the beach earlier this morning. We usually work the camera as a team, but since I had to phone my daughter to straighten out her latest crisis, I let Jack head out alone. While I’m on the road working, Christa stays with my mother. The little cherub has turned into a 13-year-old cauldron of raging hormones, which has been especially tough on me since my wife walked out. Her grandma’s patience is slowly wearing away like an eroding beach. I don’t know what I’m going to do with Christa if she keeps rebelling like this.
“Hey Billy-Boy. You watchin’ this, or you daydreamin’ ‘bout your next piece of ass?”
My attention drawn back to the video, I mumble, “Pretty lame stuff you got anyway.”
“Hey, just because you weren’t with me, you’re gonna bitch about my ‘selections’ are you?” Jack protests, but I know we’re both kidding, since I can see he really did get some good quality footage on the beach this morning.
My attention is drawn to one girl in particular, quick to whip off her top in front of the camera. “Jesus, this one looks like she’s 12 or 13.” I look at Jack. “Did you get a release from her?”
We have a standard release form we ask all the girls to sign, ‘verifying’ that they’re 18 or older. Of course, half of them are below that age, but we make sure they at least LOOK as if they could be 18 before we include them in our videos.
“Yeah, man. . .she’s Japanese or something. . .they all look like they’re 12.”
His disclaimer sounds hollow, but what the fuck, we can still look at her and jerk off even if we don’t put her in the final product. I’ll tell you, as I’m watching this girl proudly display her little points for the camera I get an erection.
“So whereabouts did you get this footage?” I ask, hoping Jack doesn’t catch on to my hidden agenda.
He describes a particular stretch of beachfront, near a popular resort hotel. I wonder if the little dark-haired girl is staying at the hotel. Is she with her parents, or with friends? I think I’ll take the camera out there and look for her. We spend the next hour reviewing the remainder of his work, debating who should be “in” and who will be left out. The big-breasted girl Nikki is definitely “in.” Another babe, a blond who signed off as Marcy was also going to be featured prominently in our next video. She’s a voluptuous gal who strolled along the beach in a tiny pink thong and a white t-shirt, carrying a bottle of spring water. When she approaches Jack and hears his spiel, she smiles, lifts her shirt to expose two marvelous, firm melons. She then tilts the bottle up to her mouth for a drink, but instead lets most of it dribble down between her bared tits to soak the pink triangle of cloth covering her mound. I almost came in my pants. Guys everywhere will be jerking off to this scene when they watch the video! I’m raring to get more good footage on the beach tomorrow.
The next morning Jack and I head out to the beach with the equipment, wearing our special “Crazy Girlz Crew” t-shirts. Our equipment’s the best: the primary camera is a digital video beauty with all the bells and whistles that cost us thousands of dollars. You’ve got to spend money to make money. Jack can’t stop talking about his romp with Nikki last night; I don’t know whether I can believe even half of what he claims happened, but I hope he got what he wanted.
It’s a beautiful day, the beach is crowded, and beautiful girls are everywhere. Jack mans the camera while I “interview” the possibles. A petite blond gal who suspiciously claimed to be 19 was the first to throw off her top for us. Her tits were gorgeous, firm, slightly pointed and marvelously tanned. She obviously has been sunbathing topless and was proud of her pair, as she should be, I might add.
Another curvy lass with long blond hair, who said her name was Alison, was next. We approached her down at the waters edge. She was wearing a white bikini that she filled rather nicely.
She stared at us, ‘read’ our shirts and assessed our equipment as if we were aliens from another planet, then said, “Are you guys, like, really from Crazy Girlz Video?”
Duh, I’m thinking, as I pull a business card from my shorts pocket and hand it to her.
She froze for a few moments, then hooked her left thumb into the elastic of her bottoms and pushed down slightly, as if to tease us, but with no real ‘secrets’ revealed and no smile on her face.
Like throwing a switch, her face suddenly lights up and she reaches behind and unties her bra-strings and lifts, exposing a most beautiful and abundant pair of tits. We film while she wiggles and jounces a few minutes for us, until she starts to draw a crowd. I help her retie the bra as she signs the release form on Jack’s clipboard. When she was created, I believe she went through the breast line twice but missed the brain line — but what the hell, she’ll look good in our video!
We found more than enough girls on the beach today who unhesitatingly bared their tits for the camera. A couple of the girls even gave us quick beaver shots. I’m telling you, it never ceases to amaze me how willing these girls are to expose themselves for nothing!
One gal up by the cabanas threw off her bikini top without a care in the world before dropping her bottoms a bit to show us her beautifully bald pussy. Wow! Another hard-body (an aerobics instructor, maybe?) moved her bra cups aside to show small tits with prominent, incredibly stiff nipples, then teasingly pulled her bottoms down to expose the most muscular, bald pubic mound I’ve ever seen. My hard-on must certainly be noticeable — turning us on is part of their thrill.
By the time we returned to our hotel room “office” we’re both as horny as hell. Jack and I don’t want to review today’s footage just yet. We need some release. Jack is going to see if he can hook up with Nikki again. I’m going to go looking for the oriental girl.
I keep my “Crazy Girlz Crew” shirt on but leave the camera behind as I set out to the area where Jack filmed the young almond-eyed Lolita the day before. Just about the time I was willing to concede defeat, there she was. I spotted her down by the water talking to a slightly older girl. . .maybe a sister. I couldn’t take my eyes off the lithe little beauty in the fuchsia thong bikini. I nonchalantly approach the two girls.
When the older girl sees my shirt, she titters and says, “Where your camera, Crazy Girl Man?” The younger girl eyes me warily.
“I’m off work now. . .filming’s all done for the day and I’m just enjoying the beach. . .and the scenery.” The last said while looking up and down the younger girl’s body, my cock stirring uncontrollably in my shorts.
The nature of the relationship is answered when the older girl says, “My sister (she says a name that sounds something like “Wee-Hee”) say other guy not big.” She looks at the bulge in my shorts and says, “But I think you are much bigger.”
Who’s doing the appraising now?
The younger girl says something in an oriental tongue (Korean, maybe?) and her big sister reacts with a laugh and another appraisal of me before saying something in return. They’re both twittering like birds now. What’s going on here?
“Go get camera and come to room 515 at hotel over there,” big sister says, pointing to one of the nearby resort hotels. Both girls are smiling broadly — is this for real?
I’m not going to let this opportunity go by. I quickly return to my hotel and pick up one of the back-up camcorders (I may be horny, but I’m not going to jeopardize the expensive digital if this turns out to be a set-up of some sort). Marching off to their hotel, I wonder how old the girl is. Up close, she almost looks pre-teen. Her sister looks to be around 20. Can I be misjudging their ages? Are they with anyone else? What is awaiting me when I knock on the door to room 515?
Big sis opens the door immediately on my first knock. She’s still wearing the pink and white striped two-piece suit she wore on the beach; one more modest than what her little sister was wearing. Little sis wasn’t in sight as big sis ushered me into the room.
“Put movie camera over there and turn on,” she says, pointing to a chest of drawers in the medium sized hotel room. Turn on? Oh, she means the camera, I muse, even though I probably will get turned on too.
After I set up the camcorder and check its field of view, she sits me down on the edge of the bed and begins a slow striptease. With her bra off I admire her smallish but firmly pointed breasts and her hard nipples. When she starts to seductively drop her bottoms, little sis comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I can’t believe this is happening. Big sis (sorry, I still don’t have a name for her — probably couldn’t pronounce it anyway) has a nicely trimmed and unusually silky bush. She seductively does a slow dance and moves closer to me and begins unfastening my shorts. Little sis, standing over by the hotel room window, drops the towel and stares in fascination at my very hard and pre-cum-leaking erection. Even as this sexy girl undresses me, I can’t help but be drawn to the lithe nubile form of her younger sibling. I’m thinking she can’t be older than 10 or 11, with budding little breasts and a chubby, hairless girl-mound.
“Ah, I think you like to fuck my sister, yes?” The older girl says to me, sounding to me like a bad line from an old smut movie. Thinking of how I must have stared at the youngster’s naked preteen form, big sis knows the answer to that question.
“My sister always horny and talk about sex all the time, but she still virgin.”
Her candor is amazing. All the while she’s running her fingers seductively over my solid shaft.
“She use vibrator every day and have big cum, but all she talk about is ‘I want man. . .I want man’. . .boys where we live no good. . .too small and too dumb.” She shakes her head at the last comment. “You are big man with big cock taking movies of pretty girls. . .you will be first one.”
I can’t believe this is happening. Even in my current state of arousal, I can’t shake the idea that the cops will be in here any minute. This girl is offering her young sister’s virginity to me! Big sis turns to the little one and explains something in their native tongue before she turns back to me.
“I will fuck you first to show her,” quickly adding “but you mister better get it back up for her. . .she will be. . .hungry.”
She pushes me onto my back and straddles my cock. Making small noises like a purring cat, she slowly lowers herself onto me. Before long, she’s bucking up and down on my cock, going faster and faster and making grunting sounds that get louder which each thrust. When she climaxes, she arches her back and shouts an unintelligible (to me) string of expletives. I came seconds later.
She remains straddling me for about 30 seconds, apparently basking in the glow of her orgasm, before climbing off and saying something to her sister in a more throaty voice than before. In the midst of explaining something to the younger girl, she motions for her to come closer and touch my now flaccid unit. When the girl gets closer to me I’m amazed at the look of utter arousal on her face. Panting, she begins to fondle my cock with one hand as the other absently slides between the pudgy wet folds of her young pussy. My cock sprung to a full erection so fast I think she was startled by it. She looked into my eyes and her lust was unmistakable. My rapid recovery, though amazing, wasn’t a surprise; I don’t think I ever wanted to fuck someone like I wanted to do this girl right now.
The sisters exchange more words in their tongue as the older one positions her younger sister on the bed before me.
“You do her good, okay Crazy Girl man?”
“Is she fertile?” I ask, but the uncomprehending stare from big sis tells me she doesn’t understand what I’m asking. “Do I need a condom?”
“Why, you have disease?” She asks first with a frown on her face, before figuring out my meaning. “Oh, you don’t need worry, she has no...no...period yet.”
My God, are you shitting me?! The young girl with her legs spread in front of me with a smile on her face really is a prepubescent virgin! Is this for real? I smile back and then descend to snake my tongue between the pudgy folds of her pussy. Her taste is interesting and quite pleasant. I probe deeper as I spread her thighs wider apart, until the tip of my tongue brushes against her hymen. I let some spittle drip from my mouth to help lubricate her, though by now she’s providing a lot her own natural lubrication. She alternates looking at my face and at my cock, which is about as rigid as it’s ever been and must look like a monster to this girl. Her legs are high and wide apart as I position myself between them.
When I coax the head of my cock into her she gasps at the pressure against her hymen. Big sister says something to her, but the girl still looks a little distressed. Here goes, I think to myself, as I push in and pop her cherry. Damned she’s so tight, I can hardly go any further even though she feels well lubricated. When I broke through her maidenhood, she yelped in pain and looked to her sister for encouragement. Her sister again said something to her and it must have worked, since the girl seemed to relax a little bit. I pushed in further, inch by tight inch until I embedded about three quarters of my length. I began to slide in and out of her, going a little deeper with each inward thrust until I hit her cervix, my cock gripped by the fleshy vise of her virgin vagina.
I felt my orgasm approach quickly, but tried to think of anything else but how my cock felt at the moment, knowing how both girls would be real pissed if I didn’t get the young one off. She was making irregular “mmmmmm” and “ahhhhhhhh” sounds, which grew louder until she bucked her ass violently up to meet me, impaling herself on my full length and screamed some unintelligible phrase.
I groaned “Oh God, I’m gonna cum,” losing myself to the throbbing grip her vagina had on my aching cock. My climax was intense as I shot rope after rope of cum into her immature (I hope!) womb.
Both sisters were pleased with my performance. Although I had no clue of what the youngster was saying to her older sibling, from all indications she was ecstatic about how she felt, as she continued to fondle my wet but now drooping cock as if it were a new plaything. When I was finished dressing, I remembered the camera that was still filming from atop the bureau. The older sister hadn’t forgotten though, for she demands that I give her the digital tape before I leave.
“Crazy Girl Man not put this in his movies,” she says with a laugh. “I’m gonna have this for memory, and for my sister,” she declares.
Shit, I have a story to tell, but no proof.
The following morning, before checking out of our hotel, Jack regales me with stories of his night with Nikki. I kept quiet about my adventure, but realizing that I’d crow as much as he would about any conquest, I think Jack suspected what happened. Let’s face it: underage girls are our biggest liability as well as our greatest temptation.
We had enough footage from this beach, so we were heading to a popular lake resort where I knew the babes would be.
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“Fuck yes, this is going to be a fuckin’ bonanza,” Jack exclaims, looking over the bevy of beauties all along the water’s edge.
He was right. We were looking at a gold mine, IF they would show us what they’ve got. We had our signature t-shirts on and our best digital was in my hands and ready for action as we approached the first girl.
She was a very pretty blonde, maybe 20 or so, with shoulder length hair, blue eyes and a toothy smile. She was coy at first but soon yanked up her top and jiggled her tits for us and the camera. She signed the release form as “Betty Smith.” Sure she is.
Before long an entire group of nubile young things were exposing their breasts to us, their boyfriends either agitated or amused by the shameless display of young flesh. One particular beauty amused Jack and me with her antics. She was a short, pixie-haired blonde of obvious Scandinavian descent, a little on the plump side but not unpleasantly so, who teased us with her body language by first appearing eager to shed her top but holding back until she eventually pulled it off, exposing firm cones with unusually small areolas topped by stout little nipples. Once we got the footage, she smiled and ran away before we could get her to sign the form. Oh well, we probably shouldn’t use her but we will anyway.
If we hadn’t been seeing dollar signs instead of naked breasts, Jack and I would’ve been stiff and leaking pre-cum, the girls were that gorgeous.
One blonde in a red thong rode up toward the beach on a jet-ski, jumped off and brazenly threw aside her top, exposing plump, round and natural-looking tits. As soon as we focused the camera on her, she silently mouthed “closer” to us. Of course, we obliged. By this time my cock began straining against the front of my shorts. She noticed.
She says in a sultry voice, “I heard you guys were around. My name’s Jenny, and you WILL put me in your next video,” she declares, all the while staring at my bulge.
A crowd gathered at the water’s edge, mostly men ogling Jenny’s beautiful and unfettered breasts, but she seemed oblivious to the spectacle she was becoming. Oblivious, that is, until she suddenly asks if I’d like to go for a ride.
“I, ah. . .I guess it’d be okay,” was my lame reply, as if I had to go and ask permission or something.
I handed the camera to Jack and said in a low voice, “Keep it rolling on us.”
She plucked her floating top from the water before jumping aboard the two-seated watercraft, making no attempt to put it back on, her tits jouncing and wiggling magnificently as she moved. I kicked off my sneakers and waded out to her, leaving my “Crazy Girlz” shirt on for now — hey, it’s advertising, right? She patted the back half of the seat and I clumsily climbed aboard.
“Hold on tight,” she says.
I rather nervously wrap my hands around her, well aware her exposed tits bounce perilously close above them. She must feel the poke of my stiff cock at her backside as she guns the engine and we speed away from the lakeshore, spewing a plume of water in our wake.
Above the roar of the machine’s engine, she shouts “Hey, big boy, why don’t you hold a little higher?”
I’m reluctant to shift my hands for fear of falling off at this speed, but I do move one hand up and cup it over a breast. An extremely hard nipple pokes at my palm. I amazingly could still hear her moan above the whine of the jet-ski. We left the small beach area behind and headed off to what looked to me to be a rocky promontory. She deftly maneuvered the watercraft between two outcroppings and pulled up on a small sandbar amidst the rocks. We both dismounted and scurried over the rocks to the shoreline.
“There isn’t a soul around here. . .” she says, turning to me. She pulls me to her and we kiss.
She fumbles with my shorts as I tug down her bikini bottoms. Soon our clothes are off and she’s leading me to a small sandy clearing at the water’s edge sheltered by the rocks. Wordlessly she pulls me down atop her and guides my erection into her wet vulva.
“Fuck me. . .fuck me hard. . .yes. . .yes. . .” she cries as I begin pistoning into her. “Oh God, yes,” she cries. “You’re so big. . .yes. . .faster. . .faster. . .”
I complied.
She was so hot, I had to work at not cumming. Her moans turned to expletives as she neared climax.
“Harder! Fuck me harder! Harder, you son-of-a-bitch! Slam me, you fucker!” She screams.
Her hips were thrusting to meet mine when she suddenly arched her back and shuddered. Surprisingly after all her screaming and cursing, her orgasm was mostly silent as she just groaned softly in time with the convulsions of her pussy. That’s it! I’m cumming now, milked by the pulsing walls of her vagina.
While we were dressing, she told me about how determined she had been to meet us and be in a Crazy Girlz video. While I helped retie her top, I realized once again just how utterly turned on these girls get to be filmed in states of undress. The taboo of nakedness, I guess, plus some innate desire to show off their physiques gets them horny. That’s why they come on to us so readily. Who am I to complain? We rode back to the small beach, the return trip a bit slower than our first mad dash across the lake. Lust must make you drive faster.
Jack had some additional footage to crow about, but I had the bragging rights that day.
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After dinner at a local restaurant, Jack and I retreated to our hotel room “office” to review what we had. Jack could not contain himself through dinner, wanting to talk about what he saw and filmed while I was “occupied.” He kept blabbering about a gang bang; though I can’t imagine how or where — and whether he could possibly have any video of it.
“I know we can’t use any of it, but damn, I got to film the whole fucking thing.” He said while shaking his head. “I had to concentrate just to keep the video going and not drop my pants and jerk off right there.”
Remembering sex with the blonde on the remote lake shore, I didn’t share Jack’s enthusiasm over what HE saw.
“Let’s review what we got today, okay. Did you capture me and the blonde on the jet-ski riding away? That’ll bring an interesting angle to the next DVD.”
We studied the digital images, carefully identifying the footage we would use. Jenny looked particularly delicious, giving me a throbbing hard-on as I relived our coupling in my mind’s eye. Jack did indeed capture many beautiful girls in various states of exposure. One skinny little thing in a pink string bikini dropped her top to show proud upturned tits with hard nipples. The rest of her also left little to the imagination, since her bottoms were riding so low, barely at hip level and almost not covering her pubic mound. Her waiver said she was Ann and 18, but I seriously doubt she’s any older than 15. Jeez, another hard-on!
Jack’s excitement grew as we got nearer to his “prized” footage. He was yammering about how hot the whole thing had been, and I could see his shorts tent from an erection.
“Yeah, Bill. . .this girl probably wasn’t even in her teens yet. She saw me and the camera and pulled off her top like the rest of ‘em, but fuck if she didn’t start teasing all the young guys on the beach, too. I think she was stoned or drunk or something. She kept taunting all these guys, like did they ‘want a piece’ of her. Shit, these twenty-something beachboys were drooling, walking around with hard-ons in their shorts, I tell you.”
I told him to stop talking and show me the footage.
He was right. The girl was all of thirteen. Dark haired, lithe, with small, still-developing conical breasts, she flaunted herself brazenly before the camera and the ogling studs gathering around her. The audio didn’t quite capture all she said, but I did make out “...man enough to take me” as she slowly spun around in the sand. She must have been stoned or drunk as Jack surmised, for her movements were awkward before falling to the sandy beach. Lying there in the wet sand, her suit bottoms had slid partway down, revealing the promise of a hairless vulva, though her labia were still covered. Jack must have been jostling with the crowd as he got closer since the video jiggled a lot, even with the camera’s expensive stabilization extras. Three guys of maybe 18 or 19 helped her to her feet but not before copping a few feels. The girl seemed to swoon at the touch. She looked like she was in heat responding to all the male attention. Some serious levels of pheromones in the air as you can clearly see the high level of arousal of the six or seven young men immediately surrounding her. Someone said “let’s go to the RV” before the group of boys began guiding her away from the lakeside toward the far parking lot. Jack followed undauntedly, camera rolling.
I silently watched in horror.
Five guys helped her into the large motor home parked in one end of the expansive lot. Two guys who didn’t enter at first saw Jack and invited him in with a laugh. Jack filmed while the seven young men got the girl naked and undressed themselves. They took their turns with her. At one point she was on top of one guy with his cock in her pussy, with another guy behind her buried in her ass, and another in front of her with his cock down her throat. The others stood around stroking their cocks and awaiting their turn. Jack, dear Jack recorded every second. What these dudes were thinking when they let him film is beyond me: let’s face it, the video footage would be evidence to nail all of them with statutory rape. Soon she had cum flowing from every orifice. Oh yeah, she came herself — several orgasmic screams easily drowned out the laughing and grunting young men. Another guy was now fucking her hard in the ass. This one was much more endowed than his buddies; his cock looked as thick as a tree branch, and was at least 9 or 10 inches long. He only took seconds to cum, and when he pulled out I could see blood.
They continued to pass her around like a platter of meat at the dinner table, fucking her over and over again, well past the time she thought of it all as fun. Some guys held her down as others were banging her. That’s when Jack stopped recording.
“God Bill. . .it was so intense, I didn’t know whether I shoulda been there or not.” Jack said, slowly shaking his head back and forth. “. . .But, shit, it was so fuckin’ hot to see a gang bang like that right in front of me, I almost came in my pants.”
You have to know I was horrified and speechless throughout our viewing of this footage. After a few moments, I finally pulled myself together to speak.
“Where did the girl get dumped. . .after. . .?”
“Shit, I don’t know, Bill. I heard one of the guys talking about a camp on the lake that a bunch of out-of-town kids were staying in, but I didn’t get anything specific. Why you asking? You gonna try and get help for her or something?”
“Jack, I have to.” I paused for a deep breath. “I just have to. . .that’s my daughter Christa.”
The End