There was a contest for amateur movie makers and I wanted my first submission to a contest to be amazing. I had passed around a script I had written to a couple of online friends and we had agreed to get together to film it. I could write and act, but I didn't have the equipment nor any place to film the movie. That was where Matt, James, Ryan and Nate came in.
The movie's concept was very simple: a crazed stalker and murderer terrorizes a young woman home alone far out in the country. I was trying to make a modern slasher film, but shot film noir style with characters similar in looks and actions to those in 1940's and 1950's pieces. I would be playing the protagonist, the terrorized young woman, and I was perfect for the role. Though I had been an awkward child who had developed too soon, at 22 I had a sensual hourglass figure reminiscent of late and great sex symbols such as Marilyn Monroe and Rita Hayworth. Yes, I was proud of my figure. My job and hobbies kept me sedentary most of the time and I worked very hard keep my waist trim.
I was flying up to Maine, which was a cold and far away Neverland to a native Texan, to meet Matt and the others. I had tailored my script to include a farmhouse because Matt's family owned a creepy old place out in the country that would really set the mood. And, because I really wanted to meet Matt in person. We had been online friends for years and I was a big fan of his short films. He liked doing campy horror comedies and his stuff was never too serious. I wanted him for my slasher character. Matt had a real classic look: thick dark hair, expressive dark eyebrows and eyes, a long, thin nose, and pouty lips that seemed ready to meet yours in a kiss at any time. He was tall and broad, with toned arms and thick thighs.
James, Ryan and Nate were Matt's filmmaking buddies. The three of them would alternate on camera, lights and sound, as well as just be extra hands when we needed them. Between them and Matt, they had a million times more movie making experience than me. I was so grateful they liked my script well enough to assist me in filming. I had a feeling we were going to have a really great time.
I met the guys down at the baggage claim. I felt a little nervous meeting them for the first time, especially since I was the only girl of the group. However, they were all so friendly and warm that my nerves shriveled as soon as Nate, stocky, strawberry-blonde and pink cheeked, embraced me in a hug. Ryan, a tall, chubby, and pale skinned brunet with strikingly blue eyes and James -bespectacled , mocha skinned and thin, with curly black hair- followed suit. Matt stood there, beaming a bright white smile and looking coy. He stepped forward and pulled me close. The other guys' embraces were quick and friendly, but Matt's body was flush against mine, his mouth near my ear.
"I'm so glad you could make it."
His voice was dark, sticky and thick like syrup; his hot, sweet breath on my ear was almost too much. I could feel my face heating up. I tingled everywhere and I could feel something tightening in my abdomen, something flip-flopping. There was an ache in my cunt and moisture dampening my underwear. And, as soon as I begin to feel weak in the knees he pulled away.
"Um, I-I'm glad I made it too." I stuttered, suddenly feeling awkward at my overwhelming arousal and thoughts of his slick, fat cock sliding deftly into my tight, hot pussy. He smiled, one dark eyebrow quirked up in amusement.
Despite Matt's strange greeting, the guys and I chatted amicably the rest of time we spent gathering my bags and on the ride to the farmhouse. Nate and Ryan had already taken all the equipment we would need to the house and we were going to do a sort of cram, two week long filming session. I hoped it would give us plenty of time in case something went wrong, and plenty of time to have a bit of fun too. All work and no play, you know? Even though I was the only female present, I actually felt quite comfortable. We chatted about movies and our jobs and our families. We had enough in common and not in common to have plenty of good conversations. I had been raised by my dad, surrounded by brothers and all male cousins, so I could hold my own in a car and house with four decidedly dorky dudes.
None of the guys talked about having significant others, which I did think was a little strange, but I thought it would be kind of rude to ask just in case any of them had their hearts broken recently. The last guy I had been with had been over a year ago, and he only lasted three months. He was also the last guy I'd had sex with, and Matt's sensual greeting had left me wondering and wanting. Hell, if I could make a great film, have a fun time and get laid by a seriously gorgeous guy all in one trip I would be a very happy woman. James, Ryan and Nate were all great looking too and I wasn't too picky after a year of finger fucking myself. Any good, hard cock would do. I smirked at the thought of them fighting over me. I doubted the four of them would consent to a Ménage à… Cinq, though the thought really turned me on. Thinking about so many hard cocks was getting me a little excited, so I turned my attention back to the conversation.
Over the course of the drive we decided it would be best to film the last scene first, as it was the most emotionally consuming and wrenching. And it was the most awkward. Matt and I both hoped that our unfamiliarity with each other would add more tension to the scene. In it, I was tied to the kitchen table, mostly nude except for stark white underwear and a t-shirt. Matt would be the killer, shirtless and crazed, brandishing a knife and threatening to cut my neck from ear to ear. I scream and struggle; afraid he'll rape me or actually kill me. He leans over me and I think he's going to kiss me, but instead he stabs me in the heart. The end. Neither of us had ever acted in a scene so intense and serious, so we were both nervous and eager to get it over with. We all didn't want the gruesome finale lingering in the back of our minds as a scene unfinished. We wanted it done.
The first night at the old house was cold. We had all shared a couple of beers and cooked burgers in the backyard. I was freezing the whole time, not being used to such brisk temperatures, but the guys took turns flanking me. I was always squished between two of them, their warm bodies at least keeping the chill air from freezing my sides. Luckily, I was wearing a padded bra because my nipples were painfully erect the whole time we were outside. I crawled into bed that night alone, unfortunately, but still happy and satiated.
I woke the next morning to a knock on my door. Nate's voice came muffled from the other side. He called my name questioningly. I reluctantly climbed out of the covers and pulled a sweatshirt on over the t-shirt I slept in, partly to keep me warm and partly to cover my peaked nipples.
"You can come in."
"Hey." Nate's cheeks were pinker than ever and I wondered if his cock was as pink and as stout as he was. "We've already started setting up for the scene. In the kitchen, y' know. Um, Ryan made eggs. For breakfast, if you want."
Nate looked so sweet and shy I couldn't help but smile. "Thanks. I'll be down in a while. I'm going to take a shower. Okay?"
He ran his fingers through his long blond hair, still looking nervous. "Um, okay. See you then." He closed the door and I could hear him padding down the hall and then the stairs to the kitchen.
In the bathroom I turned the water up nice and hot and stepped into the spray. I turned so the hot water could soak my thick black hair and I rubbed my hands down my breasts, brushing my nipples. My fingers found the trimmed hair on my mons and slipped down further until I rubbed against the hard little nub hidden in the soft folds of my vulva. With two fingers I spread my lips and with the middle one I rubbed my clit. I thought about Nate and his nervous, pink face this morning at my door.
I thought about what would have happened if I had pulled him into my room and pressed him against the wall, kissing him and grabbing his thick cock and heavy balls and squeezing. He would moan my name into my mouth as I slipped my hand into his pants and brushed my thumb against the wet tip of his cock. His hand would cup my round ass through my thin pajama pants, but one hand would slip up underneath my shirt and pinch my nipples and fondle my heavy tits. I would pull back just as his cock started getting really hard and grab his shirt and pull him to the bed. He would stand there, at the side of the bed and I would pull off his shirt and push him down. He would lay there, his face red now and his cock straining in his pants. I would pull his pants off and his cock would stand straight, glistening in the cold air. I would be so fucking wet and I would strip in front of him quickly and them climb on and straddle his groin. His hard, fat cock would poke me in my soft stomach and I would rise up and grab his cock in one hand and position it at my wet cunt. He would grip my hips and I would sink down him, letting his cock fill me and stretch my tight pussy until he was fully sheathed and I could feel his balls on my ass.
