The story so far... Eight members of the movie crew are marooned on an island, their helicopter has crashed during a storm, and the pilot is dead. Despite the absence of phone signals and the rental house's dark past, the crew continues to film Skinflick anyway. Lucy is keeping an eye on Raoul and Shelly, desperate to keep them apart. They are about to begin shooting scenes, but things will take a dramatic and traumatic turn at the end...
CHAPTER SIX. Obscene Scenes
“Okay, let’s start. Scene One. And, ACTION,” shouts Jacques pretentiously, as no one actually says that in the movies anymore.
SCRIPT. SCENE ONE. Wanda wanders around her large house nude except for one of her husband’s white shirts, her tanned buttocks just visible as she pads around the large, predominantly beige house. She sighs to herself...
“Aww, heck, I wish I wasn’t alone this weekend, what’s a gal to do all by her lonesome?” and she walks over to the large glass doors overlooking the swimming pool.
She pulls a vertical blind to one side and sees that Dick, the pool guy, is tending the large oval swimming pool (even though it’s raining heavily). She notices how well built he is, how tight his ass looks in those trunks, and wow, the size of his cock, which is clearly defined by his swimming trunks. An erotic twinge sparkles between her legs. Wanda slowly touches her lips with her fingers, then licks them with her tongue as she stares seductively at the pool guy through the glass. She bites her lower lip, then lifts the hem of the shirt and places her wet fingers at the entrance to her pussy. She rubs herself gently while staring at Dick, who pretends he cannot see her from outside. Dick is dressed in a yellow T-shirt with a Rolling Stones ‘Hot Lips’ logo printed on it, and a pair of blue swimming trunks. This is appropriate, as he is soaking wet from the torrential rain. Wanda stares at Dick’s profile and feels desperately horny. She inserts two fingers inside herself and begins masturbating, her gaze never leaving Dick’s body, who has moved nearer the window as he cleans the pool.
The camera lingers on Wanda frigging. She then turns away, squats down, her legs apart, her shirt lifted, and inserts a third finger inside herself while she looks down directly into the camera. She breathes and moans as she pleasures herself, her bare buttocks and back pressed flat against the glass. Dick can see this clearly. He throws down his pool cleaning net and moves closer to the window. He leers at Wanda’s ass, and he rubs the profile of his cock through his trunks.
Then the doorbell rings; a slow three-note chime. Wanda is woken from her onanistic reverie, and the camera captures Wanda’s look of surprise, which quickly melts into a leer of lust. She slowly walks toward the hallway, the camera low behind her.
She says to herself, “Mmm, that might be Dr. Rimmer, who can give me something for my headache.”
“Okay, CUT!” shouts Jacques. “Take five minutes, everyone. Daltry, let’s take a look at what we've got. Come over here, Percy, let’s check. Can someone get Neil back inside?”
Eliza brings over some very short beige towelling robes that she has found in a cupboard for the cast to wear between takes. ‘Who knows who’s worn these before? ‘ she thinks as she hands them to the actors. They are so short that even when wearing one, the tip of Neil's cock is clearly visible, which causes hilarity around the group. She also passes out glasses of water for the cast and then whispers to Lucy.
“You are looking good, Lucy, very arousing. Great acting, too, may I say. Incidentally, I have kept an eye on Raoul as you requested, and he’s behaving perfectly around Shelly.”
“Oh, thank you, Eliza, I’m relieved, maybe I’m overreacting a little?” Lucy replies.
She spies Raoul, who is now dressed for the next scene, and he is smiling at Shelly, who is sitting cross-legged on one of the semi-circular couches. Neil has gone back outside into the rain, standing next to the pool, a simpleton's smile across his face, waiting for his prompt from Jacques.
“Okay, scene two, please,” shouts Jacques after a couple of minutes. “And, ACTION!”
SCRIPT. SCENE TWO. Wanda peeps through the spy hole on the front door, her right foot lifted as she looks, her buttocks revealed to the camera.
“Oh, yes, it’s Dr Rimmer, oh goody.”
She opens the door, and there stands a tall, handsome man in a white lab coat, with a stethoscope around his neck and a medical case (flight case) in his hand.
“Oh, Dr Rimmer, it's so good of you to call, do come in.”
Wanda then closes the door, not taking her eyes from the doctor, and sashays in front of him, pointing to the large main room overlooking the pool area.
“Let’s go in there and make ourselves comfortable, Dr Rimmer”. He follows Wanda, his eyes transfixed on her bare, tantalizingly voluptuous ass cheeks.
Dr. Rimmer sits on the couch, and Wanda sits very close next to him, even though there is so much space elsewhere.
“So, Mrs Jones, what seems to be the trouble?” says the doctor, staring at Wanda’s cleavage.
“Please, call me Wanda, Dr. Rimmer.”
“Of course. So, Wanda, how might I help?”
“Well, I have this headache, and my heart is beating so quickly. What could it possibly be, doctor?”
Dr. Rimmer places his hand on her forehead, trying not to look at Wanda’s bronzed legs, which are now wide apart in front of him. Wanda grabs his hand from her forehead and places it on her left breast.
“Can you feel my heartbeat, Dr. Rimmer?”
“Yes, I can certainly feel it, but I’d need to examine you a little more, ahem, intimately if I may?”
“Of course, doctor, examine anything you like.”
With that, Wanda leans back on the couch, lifts and spreads her legs even further apart, and with the thumb and forefinger of both hands, she gently pulls apart the lips of her pussy. She fixes the doctor with her eyes. Dr. Rimmer smiles and slowly kneels before her, then lowers his head slowly, grinning, between her legs. As he begins to lap at her pussy Wanda runs her fingers in the doctor's hair and pulls him against her, her legs now at 45 degrees in the air.
“Oh, ohhh, doctor, what are you finding down there?”
“Mmmfffmfmmmfff!” replies Dr. Rimmer.
Meanwhile, outside, Dick has observed all the action inside. He has his nose pressed against the glass of the doors, and he now has his huge cock in his hand, which is protruding from one of the legs of the trunks. Dick slowly rubs his cock, lewdly observing Dr. Rimmer enthusiastically licking Wanda’s pussy.
“Okay, and CUT! Okay, five minutes,” shouts Jacques. He looks outside into the garden, "Neil, you can come inside now and grab a towel!" he shouts even louder. Neil is looking a little irate now, having stood outside in the rain for no reason apart from a single leer.
Eliza is sitting with Lucy chatting during the break, and Raoul, in his beige dressing gown, decides to go to the bathroom to take a pee.
As he begins to shut the door behind him, a small, white, sneakered foot is inserted, preventing the door from closing. Raoul opens the door, and there is Shelly. She pushes the door open and walks straight in, closes and locks the door behind her. She fixes Raoul with a seductive stare and a wry smile. Raoul holds his hands out in front of him, paring off Shelly’s proximity.
“Okay, Shelly, Shelly, you have to go. If Lucy, or Eliza for that matter, sees us together, I’m in deep, deep shit; we are both in deep shit.”
Shelly’s smile broadens. “Raoul, you have no idea how much I want you, baby. What am I supposed to think when I see you sucking her cunt out there? When I see your hard, throbbing cock under the lights, what am I supposed to feel?”
“Listen, Shelly, it’s just a movie. It means nothing, as soon as we are done in this fucking shit-hole, we can get together, like we agreed. Please, Shelly…” begs Raoul.
Shelly moves closer, backing Raoul against the sink behind him.
“Raoul, come on, I know you want me, I need you to fuck me, we can be quick, I’m so fucking horny.” With that, she lifts her T-shirt, revealing her perfect, pert breasts. They jiggle slightly as they are released.
“Now, come on, Shelly, we can’t, I’m working, we are working, they’ll miss us any second now and come looking for us…” pleads Raoul.
“Well fucking let them, c’mon, just a quickie, I know you have a hard-on, and I’ve been secretly fingering myself watching you.” Shelly grabs Raoul’s cock from between the folds of his beige towelling robe.
“Shelly…no, please,” bleats Raoul, his will weakening by the second.
With that, Shelly laughs, unzips her cut-off shorts, pushes them down her ass with her right hand, and grabs Raoul around his neck with her left hand. She spins around so that she is now between the sink and his body. She then jumps backward so that she now sits on the edge of the sink. She kicks off her shorts. Shelly then forcibly kisses Raoul on the lips while with her right hand she grasps his cock, pulling and guiding it to between her wide-open legs.
“Oh, Shelly...” whispers Raoul as he feels the tip of his cock touch the warm, moist folds of Shelly’s pussy.
She pulls Raoul further forward while she pushes toward him and onto Raoul’s erect penis, her legs wrapped around his waist. Raoul now pushes himself all the way in, so easily, lubricated by the pre-cum on his cock and Shelly’s aroused state. Shelly gasps with lust as his cock pushes to its furthest extent inside her.
“Shhh... baby, fuck me, fuck me,” rasps Shelly into his ear.
“Oh, fuck, fuck…shhh,” whispers Raoul as he grabs Shelly’s buttocks in both hands and begins to pump, to thrust, to fuck Shelly’s teenage cunt. Raoul is now supporting all of Shelly’s weight as her legs grip him tightly around his waist. Shelly throws her head back, and Raoul hungrily kisses her neck as he fucks her. It only takes a dozen or so thrusts until Shelly leans forward, her hands grabbing Raoul’s hair, and she digs her teeth into his shoulder. She shudders and sobs to a silent, crazed, shaking orgasm. Raoul cannot hold on any longer as his final thrust produces an almighty orgasm of stored-up passion, a torrent of cum floods into Shelly’s cunt.
Out of breath, they both gasp for air, Shelly now sitting back on the edge of the sink. Eventually, Raoul slowly pulls his glistening cock from Shelly, and immediately, a white rivulet of cum trickles from her onto the beige tiled floor.
“Fuck…. Shelly, fuck, that was soooo good, you are fantastic, but jeez, I have to go out there, right now, and perform again…” Raoul whispers.
“Go. Go. If anyone can do it, Raoul, you can,” says Shelly, smiling, her cheeks flushed.
Raoul kisses her tenderly, smiling hesitantly, then re-adjusts his robe and exits the bathroom. Shelly begins to wipe up the glossy semen spattered on the floor. She straightens her clothing, stuffing tissue paper down her shorts to absorb the seemingly constant flow of cum now exiting her. The rest of the crew is too busy to notice how long Raoul has been in the bathroom, and no one notices that Shelly follows him out a few minutes later.
CHAPTER SEVEN. Getting going
“Okay, everyone, let’s push ahead, next scene,” bellows Jacques. “Scene two, get ready,” shouts Jacques needlessly.
Daltry takes up a new position, lying on the brown carpet in front of the couches to get a worm’s eye shot of the next scene, his head flat on the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see under the couches, and what appears to be strands of fine wool amongst the dust and debris.
“Oh, for fucks sake,” Daltry exclaims, quickly wriggling away from the couches, “no one has vacuumed under this couch, ever! There’s fucking pubes and shit under there!” he shouts.
“Probably old Richardson’s,” shouts Percy with a laugh.
Daltry looks disgusted, but he repositions himself a little further away, nods to say he’s ready, and then Raoul and Lucy resume their positions on the couch. Lucy is lying on her back with her legs in the air, and Raoul is kneeling before her, about to resume fellating her. Percy checks the continuity on his laptop and nods at Jacques.
“And ACTION…”
SCRIPT. SCENE THREE. Wanda has Dr. Rimmer by the hair, pulling him into her pussy, her head back, screaming and moaning, “Yeah, doctor, that’s where to look, yeah.” Dr. Rimmer is probing Wanda’s clit with his tongue, circling it, teasing it, his spittle and Wanda’s juices flowing down his chin.
Meanwhile, Dick is slowly and silently opening the door from the pool area. He peeks around the blinds for a better look, his erect cock in his hands.
Wanda spies Dick at the open door and beckons him with her eyes as she writhes and gyrates with Dr. Rimmer’s tongue in her pussy. Dick approaches the pair and positions himself at the back, behind the couch. He removes his trunks and T-shirt. His enormous cock is now inches from Wanda’s mouth, her head resting on the back. She moans ecstatically at Dr. Rimmer’s attention. Dick places his cock onto Wanda’s open lips, so she places her fingers around the girth and tries unsuccessfully to close her hand with her thumb. She licks the end of his massive, fully erect cock. Wanda sucks the throbbing, shiny helmet of Dick’s penis before he pushes it into Wanda’s mouth. He gently pushes it further in, much further, until Wanda’s throat bulges slightly as Dick’s cock is deep-throated. Dick now repositions himself, still dripping wet, by climbing onto the couch and standing over Wanda, his legs on either side of her. He crouches, inserts his mammoth dick, glistening with Wanda's spittle, into her mouth again. He continues to face fuck Wanda, who is groaning in pleasure from the dual attention of both Dick and Dr. Rimmer.
Meanwhile, Dr. Rimmer raises Wanda's legs further, revealing her sphincter, and moves his tongue to Wanda’s asshole, and begins to rim her. His speciality, apparently. His pointed tongue is pushing and lapping at Wanda’s puckering star. Dr. Rimmer then changes position so that he is kneeling in front of Wanda’s pussy, with his erect cock in his hand. He slowly rotates his cock head around the slick entrance of Wanda’s open pussy, before pushing inside and begins thrusting into her whilst grasping her hips. He is merely six inches away from Dick’s ass, which is pumping Wanda’s mouth, his buttocks flexing as he slowly face-fucks Wanda, who in turn has her arms around Dicks legs, pulling him into her mouth.
“And, CUT! Okay, another five minutes, please,” shouts Jacques.
The next planned scene is the ‘main course and dessert’ of this movie. Featuring a double penetration and then facials. For this, Lucy decides to rub lube into her asshole as the plan is to get Dick’s dick in there, with Dr. Rimmer in her pussy. Lucy voices a concern to Eliza about the diameter of Dick’s (Neil’s) cock, so she is especially generous with the lube, which Eliza has helpfully warmed up in the ancient microwave in the kitchen.
While Lucy applies the lube, Jacques looks across the room and notices that Raoul seems a little crestfallen. He walks over and places a friendly hand on Raoul’s shoulder.
“One more scene to go, man. Hey, what’s the problem, Raoul?”
“Dude, I dunno, this has never happened before.”
“What’s never happened before?” replies Jacques, concerned.
“I don't know if you’ve noticed in the last scene, but I can’t get it up, Jacques. This has never happened before,” pleads Raoul, his eyes betraying his concern. “I think I was spooked by the proximity of Neil’s asshole just now.”
“Oh man,” says Jacques, “listen, it happens, we can work around it. We need a fluffer.”
“A fluffer? On this shoot?” says Raoul angrily.
“Wait,” says Jacques, and beckons Eliza over. “Eliza, do you have a minute?”
Eliza puts down the tube of lube she is holding for Lucy and walks over.
“Eliza, I know you have enough roles in this project already, but Raoul…y’know, he can’t get it up,” he whispers.
Eliza looks at Jacques, then at Raoul, then down at his groin. “Jacques, I am not going to fluff Raoul. How could you even think that?”
“It’s in the interests of the movie, Eliza, just this once?”
“Jacques, I don't usually swear, but I’ll make an exception for you this time. Fuck off, you rude, arrogant, pretentious French twat!”
Jacques is taken aback by both the abruptness and the strong language Eliza uses.
“I’m sorry, Eliza, I had to ask, I’m sorry, I’ll just ask Shelly,” says Jacques.
“NO!, you fucking wait, no, you can’t do that either, Jacques, she’s only nineteen and she’s not in the business, you can’t just ask her!” says Eliza, unusually angry now.
Raoul, overhearing this, says, “Look, for fucks sake, I’ll deal with it, Jesus, you two, I’ll go and get a fucking Viagra from the first aid box,” and storms off toward the bathroom again.
“Wait, wait, Raoul, hold on, I’ll ask Lucy. Lucy?” says Jacques in desperation.
Jacques walks over to where Lucy is sitting, having finished lubing her ass and pussy. They chat, and she then follows him back to Raoul and Eliza.
“Sure, I’ll fluff Raoul and then fuck him too, sure…I don't care,” says Lucy, a weariness entering her voice.
In the middle of the room, Lucy stands in front of Raoul, who by now looks pretty agitated.
“Okay, baby, just relax, let’s get you ready to fuck me, just like the old days,” says Lucy gently. She smiles at Raoul and places a hand on his chest.
Lucy pulls his beige robe open and then slowly kneels, gazing up at Raoul. Her face is now...
