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Blame it on "Ed"

by Meme Misspelt

It was all "Ed's" fault, and the guy wasn't even real. I mean, Ed was real, he was my buddy, but "Ed" wasn't real. "Ed" was on some TV show, which I never even saw, but apparently he and his buddy had this deal where they would dare each other to do embarrassing things for ten bucks. Like, "Ed" might have to go up to some random guy and hug him, or sing a Skynyrd tune while he was in the check-out line, stuff like that. It sounded kinda dumb to me, but Ed was all into it, and he kept trying to get me to do stuff for ten bucks, only, since it was Ed, not "Ed," it was more like, "I'll give you ten bucks if you pinch that broad's ass," and he would usually pick a broad enough ass that I didn't think the pinch was worth the slap, if you get my drift.

Anyways, this particular night when it all started, we'd stopped at the cheap-ass expensive hardware store in the mall, on account of it was twenty miles closer than the big hardware store out on Burles Drive, which was always a mistake, because they never had what you wanted, and if they did, it cost too much for how cheap it was. This time they were clean out of masonry drill bits and the pizza-faced moron in the red apron was trying to tell us that, no, the wood bit would be just fine. Ed was all like, no, I have wood bits, and they're not fine, and getting red and a little puffy in the face like he does sometimes, and I had to drag him out of there pronto.

So, just to try to get him to calm down and quit stressing about the dumb ass in the store, I said, "Hey, Ed, dare me to do something."

He looked around for all of about five seconds and brightened right up, like there was a string of Christmas lights right inside his head. "See that chick over there?" he said, pointing.

I looked. I dunno how it is in your town, but 'round about here the mall collects these silly-looking kids at night, which you can divide into basically three groups, plus some kids what do not look quite as silly. You can tell them apart by the clothes, which go with the music --  there's the big pants crowd, that's hip-hop; and there's the head-bangers and grunge rockers with big teased hair --  boys and girls both --  and clothes with rips in them and stuff; and then there's the punks, who dress mostly in black, and have more tattoos and piercings than the other groups, though the metal heads seem to be trying to catch up. Ed was pointing at a little knot of punks, and it was easy to tell which one he meant.

She didn't really look like she was part of the group, she was sitting a little ways off, not talking to the rest of them. But she didn't have this vibe like she was trying to fit in and not being accepted, it was more like the other way around, like the other punks weren't cool enough for her. Truth be told, most of them ran up their attitude and rebellion bills on Mommy or Daddy's credit cards, and it was all pretty fake, but she looked different, somehow, like she was the real deal. She had on the big clunky black boots that the scene required over fishnet hose. She wore a short black leather skirt and a tight black tank top that said "Heartbreaker" in hot pink letters, which looked pretty much like truth in advertising. She had a swirly black tattoo on one shoulder. She was wearing a spiked collar and she had a ring in one eyebrow. Her hair looked like it might have been cut with a lawnmower --  some of it was hot pink, too.

"Yeah," I said. "What about her?"

Ed sniggered. "I'll give ya ten bucks if you go up to her and ask her to be in a porno video.

I laughed. "Yeah, right," I said.

"No," he insisted. "I'm serious." And he put on this goofy voice --  goofier than usual, I mean. "You can not refuse the power of the dare."

And I don't know why --  blame it on "Ed," I guess --  I figured, well, what the hell, why not? "Ok," I said. "Get that ten spot ready, I'm going in."

I walked up to her and she gave me this look that said she didn't think I amounted to much. "'Scuse me," I said.

"The fuck you want, old man?" she sneered. When she spoke I saw a stud in her tongue.

"My, uh, associate and I," --  I jerked my head in Ed's direction --  "we're video producers. We were, uh, wondering if you'd like to do an adult video."

There was a little pause that seemed to take about forever.

You probably won't be as surprised as me, seeing as how I wrote this all down and you're reading it, but I never in my life expected what happened next. You wouldn't have needed no feather, I just about fell over with no push from nothing at all. I'd thought she'd probably just say "fuck you!" or maybe laugh, or even slap me. Walking up to her I was thinking how I hoped she didn't have some big skinhead boyfriend who was gonna totally kick my ass for disrespecting her like this.

But what she said was, "Yeah? What are you paying?"

I was floored. She was actually thinking about it!

I have this trick that I use a lot when I have no idea what to say or do, which sometimes gets me in trouble, but more often keeps me out of it. The trick is, you don't do what you would do, you think of someone who would know what to do, and you do what they would do, instead of following your own natural inclination. Like, I didn't know shit about making porn movies, and I probably would have stammered helplessly and made an ass of myself, but I saw that movie with the Dirk Diggler guy. You know, the one that was about three hours long? So I told myself, real quick, like, you're not Kenny Thirwell, divorced bank teller and basically a pretty shy guy, you're Thurston Kendall, a big shot slick Hollywood dude. Thurston Kendall no way is nervous talking to little punk girls no matter how sexy they are, or how tough they look. I had no idea what the going rate was, but Thurston was just going to go with a number, all smooth, like he didn't think there was a chance it was too high or too low.

"Four hundred," I heard myself say. "For a shoot of no more than four hours." I wanted to slap myself five for throwing in movie terminology like "shoot;" I about convinced my own self.

She thought about it for a couple seconds, but now that I was a big Hollywood producer, I could tough her out without sweating it.

"Make it an even grand," she said finally, "and I'll bring my girlfriend."

"Is your girlfriend hot?" This was Ed, who had snuck up behind me to hear whether I really asked her to do a porno, I suppose, or just asked her what time it was or something. Ed had not got his slick LA character down, which was why he asked this dumb question in this borderline drooling sort of way.

"Please." She give him this look that could have withered roses on the vine. "Look at me." She did this little shimmy sort of number, which, let me assure you, looked real good. "You think I'd be banging a chick who wasn't hot?"

I was still Mr. Cool-and-in-Control. "One thousand," I said, like I made deals like this every day.

"Cash," she said.

"No problem."

"Uh," Ed mumbled. "You're eighteen, right?"

"No," she said. "I'm sixteen, and I'm also vice cop, and your pervert ass is busted!" Then she laughed. "Nineteen," she said.

"You'll bring proof-of-age with you to the shoot, just as a formality," I said.

"Yeah, whatever. You got a card?"

I patted down my pockets like I couldn't believe I didn't have one with me just then.

"You can reach me at this number," Ed said, and he gave her one of his. The girl took it, and looked at a little dubiously. "E. Rawlings,'" she read. "Contractor." She looked up at me, her eyes suddenly like little stone chips. "I thought you guys were producers?"

"What that means," I said, "is we contract out for a number of different entertainment studios. We have more market flexibility that way."

This made her eyes glaze over a bit and lose that fierce hard look. "Yeah," she said to Ed. "I'll call you, we can schedule something."

I figured no way she'd really call, the game had to be up when I didn't have a card, and Ed did, only it looked like a card for a guy who installs air-conditioners and furnaces. I knew I was only pretending to be Thurston Kendall, Bigshot Movie Guy, but it was a gas, not only was I up ten bucks, I had jerk-off fantasy material for about the next two years. I imagined me with a camera, putting her tight little body through its paces. I could tell her to do something, like grab her tits, and she'd just do it! Whatever I wanted, I would get to see. This was the stuff that very wet dreams were made of.

Two days later, though, Ed called me when I was on lunch break. He sounded like a little kid on Christmas morning, or maybe after his first lay. "Hey Kenny!" he hollered, and I held the phone a little farther way from my ear.

"Hey, Ed."

"I just got off the phone with Lorelei!"

"Laura who?" I asked.

"LoreLEI," he said. "It's her stage name. Our porno star." He giggled. He put on the extra goofy voice again, and mumbled something about "the power of the dare."

"No shit!" I gasped, then had to look around to see if Old Man Gimballi had overheard --  it drove him batshit when people swore in the bank, and he'd lecture me for a good twenty minutes if he caught me.

While I was checking around for Gimballi, Ed rattled on at about twenty miles a minute. By the time he had had to stop to draw breath, I had caught onto the gist, which was, basically, Ed thought we were really going to make a dirty video with Lorelei. And her girlfriend, whose name was Cyndi, just like that, with the "I" and the "Y" backwards.

"We're not making a por --  " I said, barely catching myself. "We're not doing this, it was a joke. Ed, this is crazy. We don't know anything about, uh --  "

"What's to know?" he said, all innocence. "I got it all figured out. We'll borrow Mitch's camera. We just have to pony up five hundred apiece, then there'll be a few expenses. You're good for five hundred and some change, aren't you Kenny?"

"Yeah, I'm good for it," I said, and I realized that Ed had tricked me. We'd gone from debating the craziness of the whole operation to figuring out the details, like how much we were each paying, what equipment we were using and where we where shooting. That last turned out to be the motel on Route 3 going out of town, and by the time I got off the phone I'd somehow agreed to pay for half of that, too. This was a thing about Ed: mostly he seemed, well, I don't want to say dumb, but kind of out of it, like he wasn't sure this was really the planet he wanted to be on. But every now and then he would pull something like this where you'd have this sudden moment of shock, like you were a sheep and you suddenly went, "Whoah! This is the slaughterhouse!" But by then the doors have clanged shut behind you, and you're stuck in Ed's crazy scheme.

For a second I have the crazy thought, like maybe Ed somehow knew back in the mall that this Lorelei chick would go for it, like it wasn't a joke even to start with. Like I said, a crazy thought.

Ed set a date about two weeks away, which at first I am like, if we're going to do it, let's get it on! Why wait? But Ed is also with buying books and downloading big stacks of paper about it all off of the Internet, and it turns out there is more to making a movie than maybe you would have thought. This actually does not surprise me so much, since those Hollywood guys get millions to do it; I figure it can't be totally gravy. There is a lot to keep Ed busy, like figuring how to light things, which it turns out, just putting on a lamp does not work when you make a video.

We also run into a snag with Mitch, which is that he absolutely, positively, will not let us borrow his camera unless we tell him what we want it for. So we have to tell Mitch, and of course Mitch wants in, which I am not too pleased about but there is not a way to refuse and still get the camera. Ed is philosophical about the whole thing. "Well, this way, it's still only about five hundred apiece," he says, because at this point we have just had to fork over a deposit for a bunch of lights and stuff which we are going to rent. "And we could use a gaffer. And a grip."

All this movie stuff is clearly going to Ed's head. By this time I can only understand about half of what comes out of his mouth, which usually it's only about one third that is too weird for me to get. Ed even says he knows a guy who can get our movie distributed by one of the big porn tape houses. I am skeptical. "Do know this guy over the Internet?" I demand. Ed waffles for a while but eventually has to admit that this is the case. "But I'm sure he's legit!" Ed protests.

"Whatever," I say. Some things I will absolutely not believe in without I first see them with my own eyes, and our tape in the local smut shop is definitely a good example of this category.

But the main problem you need to know about with Mitch, is now Mitch's wife has to be part of the plan, or rather, we need a whole separate plan to keep Betty --  that's Mitch's wife, Betty --  out of the main plan.

I do not get Mitch's thing with Betty. Carole and I were married, and it was okay for a while, and then it got less and less okay, and we decided to split up, 'cause we were making each other miserable. Now I can see her once in a while, like if I visit my friends that became her friends too, and maybe she happens to be there, like at a party. We can be not miserable, as long as we don't have to talk to each other too much. Mitch and Betty do not split up, they just get more and more miserable. The way Mitch talks about Betty, it's like, Mitch is the CIA, and Betty is the KGB, and the Berlin wall is still up. She's always sneaking around spying on him, which he bitches about, but then --  and I wouldn't say this to him --  but it seems like he almost on purpose does things that will when she finds out about will piss her off.

Ed says that Mitch is pussy whipped, but to hear Mitch piss and moan about the situation, there's not much pussy involved in the whole scenario. I don't know; I just know I'm glad I'm not Mitch, even though Betty is actually pretty hot and I wouldn't mind slipping her the bone. Well, if Mitch wasn't a pretty good buddy. Or if they'd just split up, which it seems like would make everybody happier.

Ed suggests that Mitch say he's going fishing on the day of the shoot.

"That's ridiculous," I snort. "It's the middle of winter."

"Well, we'll just say it's ice-fishing, then" Ed says. He is not as you might guess a real big fisher. He went on a trip with me and my other buddy Lew once and threw right up the first time he saw a fish being cleaned. After that he just sat and drank beer --  he wouldn't even eat the fish which Lew fried up, which was flat dumb, because Lew fries a mean damn fish.

In the end, which I will skip to on account of you're waiting for me to hurry up and get to the good part, we settle on we arrange a fake skiing trip.

This will last a whole weekend instead of just one day, and increases the cost somewhat more with a motel and such, but then, Friday night we decide we'll go out to a titty bar as a sort of "warm up," so that makes up for it.

At last the big day comes. The three of us are in a motel room with with a king size and a camera and way the hell more lights and other gear than you would ever think you would need. Like for instance we have this big tape recorder they call a "DAT" and I am sick of these jokes where Ed goes "Put dat DAT over dere," but it amuses Ed apparently endlessly. Finally there are two rental skis leaning against one wall, which says something I guess about Mitch's situation with Betty. It is about two in the afternoon and we are sucking down some beers, trying to stay cool, in more ways than one.

Mitch in particular needs to calm the hell down. He has come up with this scenario in his head, which Betty has called all the ski lodges within two hundred miles and figured out we are not registered at any of them. Then she somehow figures out that we are registered at this motel. (It is definitely a problem that it is now harder to register under a fake name, on account of all the motels need a credit card anyways, but at least the room is under my name, so this part does not seem likely to me. Betty phoning all the ski lodges, I am not so sure about --  I wouldn't want to bet against it.) So finally in Mitch's scenario, Betty is speeding to the motel right now at a hundred miles an hour and is basically about to club him to death with the tripod. This is another thing I forgot from Mitch's scenario; if Betty happens to notice that the camera is gone, how is he going to explain how there is never any ski-trip footage?

It may basically take more beers than we have on hand to get Mitch relaxed. I am thinking about sending Ed out to go for some vodka or something.

Luckily at this time we are not dwelling on Mitch's panic scenario, because now the topic of discussion is that Ed has just produced about a hundred pages stapled together forming what he thinks is a script for the video we are about to make. It is called The Babe from Planet Slut, and it is just about as good as you might expect from this title.

Fortunately, part of why there are so many pages is that many of them are stick-figure diagrams indicating the action, which at least are sort of fun to look at. We are soon on that slippery slope of being talked into something by Ed. "There's four chicks in this scene," Mitch says.

"I have that almost all figured out," Ed answers. This is a sign of extreme danger. Ed is basically a very honest guy, but he is much too optimistic about what he can accomplish. When he says, "I have that all figured out," he usually has some idea what he's doing, but when he says "I have that almost all figured out," what this means is that he has no fucking clue. I do not think Mitch has ever realized this, but if you happen to meet Ed, he will no doubt be trying to talk you into some weird thing in no time, and this distinction is a thing that you should keep in mind.

"I'll use my cousin's computer," Ed says, and Mitch nods like Ed's cousin's computer spits out pairs of extra chicks every day. Which, if it did, I think I woulda got one by now. "We'll have two babes munching rug here," Ed says, pointing at one corner of the big bed, "and then will film two girls chomping carpet over here," he continues, pointing at the opposite corner, "and then we put them together on the computer and we have four sluts with boxed lunches."

The way Ed talks about chicks sometimes, you would think he was in seventh grade still, it is a little embarrassing to hear language like this, "chomping carpet." I thought you stopped talking in this way after basically your first lay. You can be all medical, like "vagina" and "vulva" and all, or you can be crude with "pussy," "cunt" and like that, but this half-assed thing with good clean words like "rug" now being dirty, I just do not like to hear it. Ed is maybe four or five years younger than Mitch and me, so it is not surprising that he is somewhat less mature, but it is still weird to hear a grown man coming out with this stuff.

Rugs aside, I just do not see how this computer deal is going to work, and even if it does work, which it won't, it seems like you would have two chicks twice, instead of four chicks once. I say this, with a lot of emphasis on how it anyway will not work.

"But the Babes from Planet Slut are clones," Ed says, ignoring my main point entirely, "So of course they look alike."

This is bad, because here we are arguing logistics again.

So then, Ed is trying to convince Mitch that we need the camera and the lights for another four days --  four days! what if Betty notices it's gone? --  so that he can do the "second unit shots" which is Ed-speak for a big fight between space ships like in Star Wars. Why anyone wants to see a Star Wars ripoff stuck in the middle of a porn vid is something I am extremely unclear on. Finally we are saved by a knock on the door.

"Oh God," Mitch moans, "It's Betty!" and he sort of dives into the bathroom and slams the door. "I'm not here!" he shouts through the door.

So I open the door, and it of course is not Betty standing there looking just a little confused by the muffled yell she has just overheard. It is Lorelei, looking more than good enough to eat. Instead of the combat footwear look, today she has on stiletto-heeled black leather boots that rise to mid-thigh, which thigh is bare and muscular. She's wearing a lime-green plastic-looking skirt, and the same "Heartbreaker" tank top that we first saw her in. She's got lipstick on that's so dark a red it's almost black, matching her nails. She is also wearing around her neck a black leather collar with little spikes all around it, and on each wrist she has a similar bracelet.

She gives the room, and us, an appraising look as she walks in and sets down a duffel bag; she pulls a beeper out of it, one of the fancy ones with a tiny little keyboard on it.

Ed meanwhile coaxes Mitch back out of the can.

"What's with the skis?" she asks. "You're not gonna do anything real weird with them, are you?"

"Don't ask," I say. "It's uh, Mitch here is just going to be going on a ski trip. You know, after."

"Ok," she says. "Nothing personal, but I don't know you jerkwads. So here's the rules. Half the cash up front, half at the end. You can ask me to do whatever you want, but if I say I'm not gonna do something, I'm not gonna do it, and you're not gonna try to make me. About every twenty minutes or so my beeper will go off. Either I reply, or if I'm too busy I give you a code to type in --  if there's no response, or the code is wrong, or if you try to rip me off, a world of hurt is going to come crashing down on you putzes. You do not want that world of hurt, just trust me. So no funny stuff, right?"

Everyone now has questions.

"Where's your girlfriend?" Mitch wants to know.

"I'll beep her after I get the first five C's and she'll be here in a few minutes."

"You 'won't do' some stuff," I say. "How do we know you'll 'do' anything at all, except take our dough?"

"You'll get what you pay for, old man," she says. I don't like it much how she calls me that, and what she says isn't exactly reassuring.

Fortunately, Ed is more specific. What he wants to know is, "Will you do anal?"

She laughs. It's a short laugh, and it's a little mean-sounding. "You like to see things go up assholes, you perv?" she says, with a bit of a sneer. She pulls up her skirt, and goddamn! she's not wearing anything under it. Her bush is neatly trimmed, with slightly reddish hair, and I glimpse a ring through her clit hood, before she bends over almost double, pointing her ass at Ed. "You want to see something go up my pretty asshole?" she asks, and she reaches her hand behind, with no lube on it or anything, and just shoves her middle finger right up her butthole. I have never seen anything like this in my entire life, and my cock lurches to hardness almost instantly. She wiggles that finger around for a few seconds, then pulls it out slowly. "I think we can arrange that," she says. She straightens up and drops her skirt back down again.

I give her an envelope with half the money in it, and when I hand it to her one of my fingers brushes against the one that's just been up her ass. I get a jolt from that like an electric shock, and that's when it hits me: this is real, this is happening. We get to tell this woman to do things, to display herself for us, to touch herself, to insert things in herself, and she'll probably do it. All of a sudden five hundred dollars seems like a cheap price to pay. I get to feeling dizzy for a second thinking about what we're about to do.

She counts the cash carefully and puts the envelope in her duffel. She taps something onto that fancy beeper. "Ok," she says. "Cyndi will be here in a couple of minutes. You have some hot studs showing up for us to fuck, or you just want some lezzy action, or what?"

It may seem really strange, but the three of us had not talked at all about what, exactly, we would shoot Lorelei and Cyndi doing, or what we might do with them. I know for myself, I didn't really believe Lorelei and Cyndi were even going to show up until Lorelei actually did, and it wasn't until that magic moment when she shoved that finger in her ass that I really believed she was going to do it, really be our porn star for a day. It had kept feeling like somebody, somewhere, was going to put the brakes on: Hey, you guys can't really do this! What were you thinking? Also there is a thing that's a little weird, because, when you're talking to your buddies about what you really want the chicks to do, your buddies could get maybe a little more information than you want, or they want, you know?

Like, I'm a little freaked out that the first word almost out of Ed's mouth was "anal." I figured Ed for more of a meat and potatoes kinda guy, whereas anal I think is more in the category of putting extra hot sauce on the enchilada.

Me, well, that four-alarm chili is fine. But I realize that I now will maybe not quite look at Ed again the same way. And next time we go to Taco Bell and he makes with the "mild" sauce I will definitely call him a pussy.

Ed anyway has thought quite a lot about what he thinks we should shoot, as you know. He blushes real red, but he manages to hand Lorelei his big sheaf of paper. "Maybe you might want to review your lines while we get the rest of the gear set up," he mumbles.

She rolls her eyes, but she takes the script. "You morons aren't set up already?" she asks. "Whatever. Your time, your money." She knows we're frauds, not a real production company, I can tell --  she's not even really that surprised that we don't have our shit together. She starts to flip through Ed's script and her eyes narrow after a very few seconds. "No. Fucking. Way." she says, very firmly. "I am not playing some Star Trek nerd fantasy number."

I feel myself warming to her a little bit.

"But --  " Ed starts.

"No 'buts'," she says. "Rule two, remember? If I won't do it, I won't do it. And this," she drops the script onto the floor and sets one booted foot on top of it, "is exactly the sort of thing I won't do."

Ed is basically crushed but starts fiddling with the DAT. Lorelei then wants to know if she should play with herself a little to warm up while we light the room and stuff, and Mitch and I are like, "hell, yeah!" but Ed is very firm: we will get everything together technically faster if we are not distracted.

Lorelei flops down on the couch, and since there is basically not a lot to entertain her at the moment and masturbating is out --  no-fun Ed also says no TV or we could blow a fuse with the lights and the Dat and all --  she starts reading through Ed's script. This seems to amuse her no end; she keeps making little snorting noises. Ed looks completely miserable at that, I almost feel a little bad for him. Only almost, because I would have a hard time keeping a straight face too, reading that thing. At one point she turns a page and says, "Oh my god, is that a cum stain?" And we all break up laughing. Well, Lorelei and Mitch and me, Ed does not seem to get the humor of it somehow.

Cyndi shows up after about fifteen minutes, and it is hard to deny that they do make a very hot pair. There is a lot of contrast between these two. Cyndi is wearing a very short white dress that barely covers her ass, with white stockings that stop a few inches below the hem of the dress, and matching high heels in the classic fuck-me style. It is a bit amazing that she has gone out like this and has not gotten herself arrested. It is also a bit of a pity that this is not the kind of hotel where she would have to walk through a lobby to get to where our room is, because then we would I bet have about fifty bellboys outside trying to see through the peephole. Cindy is taller than Lorelei, who is, like they say, petite, and Cyndi has long ash blonde hair. Her skin is very pale, where Lorelei is more tan, and Cyndi's ass is very slim. Lorelei's butt makes me think of ripe juicy fruit. They kiss hello with a big hug, with lots of ass cheek grabbing and pressing boobs together, and Ed proves to be right, because not a whole lot of stuff gets set up for a minute while we observe this joyful little reunion.

Cyndi joins Lorelei on the couch while we finish setting up. They start in on the rest of our beer and tease each other some, which I gotta figure is way more entertaining than reading The Babe from Planet Slut, although Lorelei does have to point out some passages to Cyndi that really made her giggle. Cyndi seems to like to suck on Lorelei's tits right through that tight black top. Lorelei's breasts aren't very big --  neither girl has very big tits, actually --  but her nipples stand up very stiff, making little bumps in the stretchy fabric and Cyndi nibbles and sucks happily. Maybe she likes the taste of polyester. Lorelei mostly keeps one hand on a bottle of beer and the other buried under her girlfriend's dress, sometimes she pulls it up enough that we can see that Cyndi also has not worn any panties. It is very distracting to try to do all this complicated mechanical stuff with this hot lez play right there, as I am sure you can imagine, and the girls laugh whenever we do something klutzy, which is pretty often I can tell you.

It takes way the hell too long, and Lorelei's beeper goes off twice at least, but at last we are ready. The room is lit up like midday in the desert, the camera's whites have been balanced --  you'd think we were making omelettes or something --  and we've recorded "room tone," which is thirty very annoying seconds of us not saying or doing anything, which every time someone shushes someone, you have to count to thirty all over again. It had better be important is all I am saying, but Ed swears it is.

Mitch we have decided is the camera operator, which makes sense since it's his camera and he actually knows how it works. Ed is of course good with all that computer stuff, and so he has control of the DAT and the microphones, because even though there's a tape, this thing is basically more like a computer than your old cassette player that it made sense how it worked. Or maybe it's like that VCR that you could never figure out how to program --  Ed is the guy, his VCR was never blinking 12:00 at you, so he is working the DAT. I think it is good that Ed has something to do at this point that he needs to concentrate on, but still he does not seem to be having at all a good time, Lorelei has really upset him with her teasing about the script. He put a lot of work into it, I guess.

Now that the lights are all in position, I find I am left without a whole lot to do, on the technical side of things.

And there is this very awkward moment which turns into a very awkward pause, and threatens to keep growing. Ed is at a loss, he has this hangdog wounded look. Lorelei will not be Princess Clitoria for him and his dream has been shattered. Mitch's marital guilt crisis has gone into a whole new stage, which I can't really blame him for, since we are at a sort of point beyond which it would be very hard to explain if, say, Betty had us tailed by a P.I. or something and is in fact just about to show up.

And now I get this horrible dry-mouthed picture in my head all of a sudden, and the picture is this: The three of us, and the two of them, sit in this hotel room for another three hours with not another word spoken. Ed can't meet their eyes, he's crushed by their rejection of his script, the TV show he probably whacks off to every night, and him. Mitch is stuck with this whole guilt thing, he can barely breathe, let alone talk, and me, I'm paralyzed by indecision that I don't even understand.

And the girls, in this picture, are really amused. They think it's totally hilarious, these three --  let's face it --  middle-aged men, confronted by an ultimate fantasy, two hot babes willing to do the proverbial "all," are mysteriously unable to do anything. And the longer the silence stretches, in this picture, the harder and harder it gets for anyone to speak. I'm thinking to myself, "tell Lorelei to take her top off," but the words seem too silly to say, and I know she'll just laugh if I say them. Finally, after the four hours are up, I count out the rest of the money, still silent, and Lorelei takes it, just as silently, and she and Cyndi slam the door out of our lives forever, leaving us in a room full of video gear (and two skis), a big empty bed, and the hollowest feeling we ever felt in our whole lives.

This picture really scares me deep for a bit, but here's one thing about the picture: the guy in it is me, Kenny Thirwell, a paunchy bank teller in his early forties. Kenny is way over his head with this making a porno business. Kenny doesn't know from kinky dyke punk chicks. Kenny hasn't had it so good with women since he and Carole split, and Lorelei and Cyndi, well, they're really, really hot, but they're also --  let's be honest here --  they're a little intimidating. Maybe even a little scary.

But here's the other thing: I don't have to be Kenny Thirwell, because there's this guy, Thurston Kendall, who lives in my head just a little bit, but mostly lives in LA, where he's directed about a million videos. With chicks way the hell hotter than these two. Well maybe not, but basically, a million videos with chicks of equal hotness, at least.

So just as Lorelei is getting this look like she's seeing the same picture I am, and thinks it's just the funniest fucking thing she's ever even imagined, I let Thurston start scripting my lines.

"Let's start with some solo scenes with Lorelei," Thurston says with my mouth, "and we'll bring Cyndi in a little later."

I didn't even know how full the room was of tension just then, but it drains out magically, like letting go of a balloon you've pinched shut. We can all move again. Lorelei's shoulders make this weird little twitch as the tension lets go of her too; I get the sense that she's both disappointed and relieved.

"Ok," she says.

"Start the tape," I say to Ed, and "Roll camera," to Mitch, and to Lorelei, "get on the bed." I'm tempted to glance kind of sideways at Ed and Mitch, to see if they mind that I'm stepping into this director role, but that glance is something Kenny would do. Thurston knows what he's doing, knows he's in charge.

And now I get another little picture in my head which I will tell you about real quick. This one, I don't figure out what it means until later, but you have an advantage over me, you will probably get it right off. In this picture I have just opened a door, and I am walking down a long narrow room, or maybe a wide hall, and at the end of it is another door. When I get to it, I have a choice to open it, or stop. That is important, I have to choose. I know, don't ask me how, that there is another long narrow room past that door, and then another door, and it goes on like that for a while. Now, you may be thinking this sounds kind of artsy-fartsy, and this is basically the little dialogue that I have with myself just now, "Kenny," I say, only not out loud, "what the fuck is the deal with this artsy-fartsy picture in your head when this chick is getting on the bed and will shortly diddle herself silly for your pleasure?" But then thing is, you don't really have any control over those little pictures that pop into your head do you? And for the rest of the afternoon, of course I'm in the room with everybody, but a little part of me in my head is still walking through those damned halls.

Okay, back to the real world. No more goofy pictures for a while, I promise. This picture has anyway all happened very quickly in my head, so you have not missed basically a thing.

Ed says "Speed," which I don't know what the hell that means, but Thurston does, and I can anyway tell from his voice that it's not anything to worry about.

Mitch says "Rolling," which is easier to figure out. They're not complaining; they have all that equipment to deal with.

Lorelei sort of crawls on to the bed, still wearing those crazy boots -- we will probably have to pay damages for sheets and stuff, I realize, not that I mind. The camera gets a good look at her taut, muscular thighs. She squirms around, and slouches back against the headboard, arms wrapped around her knees. The short skirt falls down around her butt on the bottom and the other side sort of flops against her stomach, but her ankles hide her pussy from view.

"Spread your legs," I say, and she gets this sort of sly smile that's wicked sexy, and she grabs her ankles and pulls her legs open. The camera and I can immediately tell that Cyndi has her good and worked up, because her cunt lips are spread open a little and visibly moist. Also because of how she is slouched down, the little puckered star of her anus is displayed as well.

"Play with your pussy for us," I suggest, and that sly smile broadens as she slips her hand down between her legs. She tugs gently on the clit ring, and runs her finger up and down her lips.

"You like that, old man?" she asks, breathing a little hard, so that I can tell she likes it too. "You like to see wet teenaged cunts like mine?"

"I like them better when they have fingers stuffed in them," Thurston says, I say, and she drives two fingers right in, grinding the heel of her hand around in a little circle on her clit.

"Dirty old fucker," she groans, and I hear a little gasp from my left.

This gasp is not from Mitch or from Ed, who are both sort of panting a bit at this point but not making a lot of noise, it is from Cyndi, who is leaning from the couch staring like her eyes are about to pop out of her face. She has both hands busy under that short dress of hers.

I find this in an odd way very reassuring, it makes me happy. Cyndi, I guess gets to play with this pretty cunt whenever she wants, but she is not bored or tired of it; it makes the world seem like a good place. I decide that our movie should include how exciting Cyndi finds this.

"Do you like that, Cyndi?" I ask.

"Yes," she whispers, husky-voiced.

"You like to watch your girlfriend frig herself?"

"Oh," Cyndi makes a delicious moaning sound. "I love to watch Lorelei fuck herself like that."

"Do you like to see Lorelei play with her ass?" my voice sounds thick in my ears.

"Yes," Cyndi groans. "I love to see her fingers in her cunt, in her ass."

"You hear that, Lorelei? Let's see a finger up that ass."

And this is it, this is the most mind-blowing thing. Lorelei slowly pulls those fingers out of her pussy, and they're just coated with pussy juice, glistening. I remember, one time, after about a whole week of wheedling, I got Carole to let me watch her try to masturbate, but she was uptight about it, and she couldn't get off. Carole never showed the slightest interest in any kind of ass play, I think it was a real turn off for her. Lorelei puts her other hand down on her cunt and reaches those shiny fingers under her thigh and sinks that long middle finger right up her ass, and I'm just, whoah, it makes me dizzy to see her do that, just because I told her to.

See, Lorelei doesn't like me or respect me, I know that, but she doesn't have to. She's going to do what I want her to do to get me off. She's a real person, but for this afternoon she's also my fuck toy, subject to my will. I've never had a feeling like this of complete sexual control before, and it turns me like I can't believe. Lorelei slides that second wet finger up along side the first, and she's got five fingers in her now, three in her cunt and two up her ass, and that's very, very sexy. But what's maybe even sexier is what I see in her eyes, which is that it turns her on that I'm in charge.

She's a hot, confident woman, a tough little hardass, and she probably thinks I'm a disgusting dirty old man. Hell, she's said so. I would think usually a girl like this wouldn't even give me the time of day, but here she is, and not only that, but she's getting off on submitting to me. And that's just about the horniest thing in the world.

"I've got two fingers up my ass, old man," she says. "I'm fucking my ass for you dirty perverts. You like that? You like to see these fingers pumping in and out of my ass?" She slides down the bed and spreads her legs even wider.

Now I can't see that glazed, lusty look on her face anymore, but I can listen to her moan as she works her fingers in and out of her slutty holes. I can also hear this little squelching sounds she makes, which gives me another good idea.

"Get that microphone in there by her cunt," I say to Ed. We have agreed earlier that we are not using our names in case someone who might know Mitch, or worse, Betty, might ever see the tape. I think this is of course a lot of worry about nothing, but whatever. "We want to hear how wet she is."

Then I shut up for a little bit so we can listen. I don't think I've ever seen anything as hot in my life as this little punkette fucking herself like this. I mean, I've seen things like this in pornos before, but it's nothing like being in the room, with the heat, and the smell, and the knowledge that this gorgeous, horny woman is just a few feet away. She's really getting into it, just pounding herself with her fingers, and it's just so dirty the way she's spread so open for us and the camera. I decide that the lights are worth all the money we paid to rent them. They're hot, physically hot, so that everyone in the room is sweating a little, and the sheen of sweat on Lorelei's body looks fantastic. But the lights also highlight every detail of her cunt and her ass, everything has this intense, almost larger-than-life quality.

It's Mitch who has the next suggestion. He leaves the camera alone for a few seconds and drags a big bag out of the corner. I don't remember seeing it before, but like I said, there's so much stuff crammed in the motel room that it's not surprising I don't.

Anyway Mitch dumps the contents of the bag on the floor, and the man has just gone hog wild --  he must have bought out a whole damn sex toy store, there must be more than a dozen different varieties of dildos and vibrators and butt plugs and tubes of lube and I don't know what all. He must have spent two or three hundred bucks on all this stuff, easy, because everything is shrink-wrapped and boxed-up brand new. Mitch pulls an enormous double dong out of the pile and rips the plastic off of it. It's one of those flexible silicone gel things, it's bright pink, sort of see-through, long as hell and about two inches across. Mitch holds it out to Lorelei like he's giving her a snake for Christmas. I can't tell if he's being careful enough to keep himself out of the frame or not. "I wanna see you play with this."

She pulls her fingers out of herself and takes it from him. She giggles a little bit. "I'm going to need some lube for this one," she says.

"Suck on it," Mitch growls, harsh, almost like he's mad or something, but she shakes her head.

"It will just taste like plastic," she complains. "You should have brought me a used one, with some pussy juice on it."

Mitch grumbles, but he hands her a little bottle of lube then, and she dribbles some on one end of the big dildo, then the other, and smoothes it around. "Watch close, old man," she says to Mitch. "Watch me shove this big plastic dick into my cunt."

She sets the head of the thing to her lips and shoves it in a couple inches with a jerk of her wrist. "Ooh, it's big," she says. "And it's --  unh! --  hard." She twists it around, working it in deeper. She sets the other end of it against her anus. She looks right up into his eyes. "It's bigger than you, old man, and harder too I bet."

She pulls hard on one asscheek and pushes just the tip of the dildo in.

Mitch's face is a weird mixture of anger, guilt and lust. "Shut the fuck up," he snarls. "You trash-talking little whore, shut the fuck up!"

Lorelei seems to think it's really funny to get Mitch mad. She grips the big pink dildo with both hands now and forces it in an inch, maybe an inch and a half. Her mouth makes a little surprised "O" shape for a moment and she pants sharply. She breathes for a few seconds before she grabs it again and shoves it well and truly up her ass.

It looks so filthy, like some perverted piece of plumbing, I think, coming out of her pussy and going into her asshole. She grabs it right at the base of the U with both hands and see-saws it back and forth, pulling a little out of one hole as she penetrates the other one more deeply.

"Mmm," she says to Mitch. "It's so big," and with a little gasp she shoves it way into her cunt, "and it's so hard," and she pushes it deep into her ass. She speaks slowly, fucking herself alternately between each word. "You. Could. Never. Fuck. Me. This. Good. In. A. Million. Years!"

"Shut up," Mitch growls, but he's got one hand stuffed down his pants.

"It gets you off, doesn't it," she pants. "Seeing my holes stretched so tight around this hard plastic? Is that little cock going to spurt in your pants, watching me --  unh! --  fuck myself --unh! --  so hard?"

"Slut," Mitch says through grated teeth.

"Come on," Lorelei says, grinning big, "drop those pants and let me drain those puny little balls."

"Bitch, I hate you," Mitch whispers hoarsely, but he unzips, undoes his belt, and his jeans make a puddle around his ankles.

I can't even begin to tell you what his face looks like, it's such a weird mixture of emotions. I think he really does hate her, at least a little bit. I haven't touched myself yet but my dick is so hard in my pants it hurts a little bit. Lorelei is basically torturing my buddies even while she turns them on. I don't want them to know how horny I think that is.

I glance at Cyndi. She seems to think it is a very hot scene too. She has unwrapped a pair of vibrators from Mitch's pile of toys, pulled up her dress --  no panties --  and she has one sunk in her cunt and is rolling the tip of the other one around on her clitty.

Lorelei it turns out is only half right --  Mitch's dick wouldn't look very big even if you didn't compare it to a huge dildo, but it looks so hard it makes me think of a balloon swelled up just about to pop. She squeezes his ball sac with one hand, then curls it around the shaft, jacking him for a bit. Her other hand is still steadily screwing the dildo in and out.

She lets go of his dick, sits up a little ways and grabs his ass and yanks him closer, so his cock is just inches from her mouth.

"I'm fucking myself for you, old pervert." she whispers, and I can tell he can feel her breath on his cock because it twitches around when she speaks. She leans forward just a tiny bit closer, ". . . huge dildo filling my cunt." She leans forward even more. Her lips are so close to his dick now that if she stuck out her tongue she could flick it across the tip, which is in fact exactly what she does. "and filling my ass."

Mitch is trembling all over, especially at the knees, and his hands, which are sort of wavering at his sides. His cock bobs and weaves in Lorelei's face. He is not even looking at her now, his head is thrown back and his eyes are squinched tight shut. "Slut. Hate," he mutters.

She laughs that short mean laugh again. "How much come have you got, old man?" she asks. "Have you got enough to satisfy me?" And with that she slides those dark red lips right down Mitch's dick, all the way to the base, and her cheeks go a little hollow as she sucks hard on him.

It is like now something snaps inside of Mitch. All of a sudden he grabs Lorelei behind her head, and his hips jerk back and forth; he is really fucking her face. I wonder if it is maybe too rough, but Lorelei knew how hard she was pushing his buttons, and it is so hot to see this. Mitch has obviously no control over himself and it is exciting to me to see how crazy she has made him. Anyway it is not like she is trying to push him away, she has both hands working on the dildo again. Then Cyndi on the couch moans, "suck him, suck him, suck him," over and over again, and I think maybe she has a little cum watching her girlfriend fucked so hard in three holes like this and screwing herself with the vibrator. Mitch is mumbling something, but I can't really hear what. It's obvious that Mitch was already very close to the edge and it is not surprising that after only a few seconds of this he goes stiff all over and just holds her head down on his cock while he groans and shoots a load right down her throat.

I have never seen another man cum before, this is another one of those things about today that I had not planned on.

Mitch lets go of her and stumbles away, his pants still around his ankles, and half falls into the arm chair. He is all over sweat, and gasping, and he still looks like he is mad. I don't know why, but I don't really care. Either way he will not be good for much for at least a few minutes.

Lorelei giggles. "Nope," she says teasingly. "That wasn't nearly enough cum."

It is time for the director, which is me, to maintain a firm control on this situation. There is a thin stream of cum running from one side of Lorelei's lips, and this gives me an idea.

"Cyndi," I say. "Go kiss your girlfriend."

Cyndi stands up real suddenly, dropping the two vibrators almost guiltily, like she's maybe afraid she would get in trouble if she didn't obey quick enough. I like that.

She crawls onto the bed and locks her lips to Lorelei's. With my cameraman out of commission I slide the tripod around to get a better shot of this. "Yeah, Cyndi," I encourage her. "Suck all that cum right out of her mouth."

Cyndi shudders a little when I say that, which I think is interesting, but she keeps her mouth glued to her girlfriend's. They kiss each other hungrily for a minute or two and then the beeper goes off again. Cyndi pulls away and gets up to answer it. At this point you will recall the girls have not actually taken off any clothing as yet. I like how Cyndi looks in that white dress and stockings, she seems both slutty and innocent at the same time. But now I want Lorelei naked.

"Take off Lorelei's top," I say when Cyndi comes back. Lorelei raises up her arms so that Cyndi can pull off the blouse. The double dildo finally slips out of her when she does this motion. Now I have to figure out how to do a zoom in with the camera, because I want a nice close shot of Lorelei's tits. Mitch still looks too out of it to be much help. These are basically my favorite kind of tits, not big, but firm. The nipples also are not large, but they are very stiff. In Lorelei's case there are little metal bars through both nipples. This I think is pretty hot. "Play with her tits," I tell Cyndi.

Cyndi leans forward eagerly. She nibbles one breast, and works the other with her hand, then she switches mouth and hand. Sometimes she takes that little metal bar through the nipple and turns it, so that it both pulls and twists the nipple. This often produces a sharp little sound from Lorelei.

I zoom back out some. "Take off her skirt now," I say.

Lorelei pushes up for a second on her hands and feet so Cyndi can unclasp the skirt and pull it away. Now Lorelei is wearing only the black leather boots and the spiky collar and bracelets, and of course all the little bits of metal piercing her body. Another tattoo also comes into view when the skirt is removed, it is a snake that circles around Lorelei's waist like a belt. Underneath her navel it bites its own tail.

Lorelei lies back down on the bed, and spreads her legs wide. She runs her hands up the inside of her thighs and pulls her lips open. I think I know what she wants, and it is like she is reading my mind.

"I want to see your face buried in her cunt," I tell Cyndi. "I want you to go down on Lorelei."

Cyndi lunges for Lorelei's crotch like she had just been sitting there waiting for permission, which, suddenly, I think, maybe she was. This is another wild idea to get in my head.

"Hey cameraman," I say, figuring Mitch has had enough down time, "a little help." I expect that Mitch will pull his pants up when he takes the camera over again, but instead he steps out of them when he stands up. Well, what the hell, like I said, the room is warm, and at this point it is not like he has much to be shy about at this point.

It is such a great thing to see up close a woman please another woman, it is shame that not every guy gets to see this. A thing about your regular skin flick, is, it will probably have a lezzy scene, but it is about getting the viewer off, not really the actresses. So one thing you will notice right away when it is real, is that not all the same old stuff goes on. I am finding this very educational, I could almost take notes of stuff I never thought of.

Like, Cyndi will grab that clit ring with her lips and tug it back and forth a little bit. She even makes this playful growling noise, like she is a dog worrying a bone.

"Ooh, that's a good little bitch," Lorelei sighs when she does this.

And Cyndi turns her head sideways and pulls Lorelei's lips into her mouth. She seems to be nibbling hard and it looks a little rough to me, but I figure, Lorelei is not exactly your delicate flower of womanhood. Anyway, she is sure not complaining, she is on the contrary really going to town. Then Cyndi presses her nose hard into Lorelei's crotch and it is actually hard to see exactly what is going on. Lorelei tangles her hands in Cyndi's hair and she is moaning a lot. I think maybe Cyndi has her lips clamped around Lorelei's clit, it is not a tongue-fuck, she is up too high for that. But I think that this is a time for a good director to be hands-off. What will be hot about this movie now is not that you can see Lorelei's pussy so good, what will be hot is how Lorelei starts bucking her hips and her breathing goes haywire. Lorelei is thrashing around so much that Cyndi actually has to grab hard onto Lorelei's ass to hang on, even with Lorelei's hands still holding her face against herself.

There is not anyway, I think, that Lorelei when she cums could be faking. Her toes clench up hard, and all over her body I see muscles jumping below her skin. She makes a long strangled noise like she's forgotten how to breathe. At the end of it is a long, long shudder.

Lorelei pulls Cyndi's face up afterwards. "C'mere and kiss me," she says. Cyndi's face is just about half covered in pussy juice, it is all over her chin and her lips, even her nose. Cyndi crawls up Lorelei's body, lying between her legs, and Lorelei kisses her and licks her face clean. I almost blow my load right in my pants watching this part. I have to be careful how I move, because just the pressure of my jeans on my dick could just about make me cum right now, but I do not want to cum yet.

Lorelei then sits up and Cyndi kneels beside her. She is playing some with Cyndi's tits, kneading them through the dress. Cyndi's posture is strangely stiff, like she is maybe nervous of what will happen next. I am thinking that is time for Cyndi to get some serious action next, and again the look Lorelei has, it is like we are on the same wavelength. I check out Ed, who I have not been paying much attention to for a while. He is at this point not doing much with the DAT, he is doing more in the way of rubbing his dick through his pants. This goes along good with the plan I am making.

"How many cocks do you think Cyndi has sucked? You think Cyndi has sucked a lot of cocks?" Lorelei asks. She pulls Cyndi's dress up and grabs her ass.

The way she says it I am already a little bit thinking it might be a trick question, but here Cyndi is doing a porno, I do not think the number can be all that low, it must be that is even more than I might think. Maybe it will be hundreds. I like this idea a lot, Cyndi the little cum slut. I flash on a picture of her kneeling in a cheerleading uniform, cum all over face and a big cock in her mouth, with all the boys in her high school standing in a long, long line waiting for their turn to get sucked.

"I don't know," I say. "Hasn't she lost count by now? Maybe seventy?"

Lorelei chuckles at that. "None," she says.

"None?" This I am definitely surprised by.

"The only time she's ever tasted boy goo is from my lips," Lorelei says, and Cyndi shudders again. "The only cock that's ever been up this cunt," and as she says this she runs her fingers along Cyndi's lips, "is mine. And nothing has been up this ass," and now she pushes a fingertip into Cyndi so that she gasps a little, and Lorelei grins, "that I didn't shove there. Cyndi is my little bitch," --  she really emphasizes that word, "my," --  "and she's never had a man."

Well, this is a little different from Cyndi being a total cum slut, but it presents a set of possibilities that I think is about the same amount entertaining.

"I think it's about time for your little bitch to suck her first cock," I say. "Don't you?" Cyndi shivers again when I say that --  I can't tell if she's scared or excited, or maybe both. I hope both.

"Yes," Lorelei agrees slowly, running her hands up and down her girlfriend's body, "It's time for little bitch Cyndi to suck her first cock."

"Quit playing with yourself, Ed," I say. "And get your dick in her mouth."

Mitch glares at me when I say that, because previously we had said no names, but Mitch has been probably recognizable on camera by now so I don't think it matters anymore, and anyway, I just feel like changing the rules.

Ed seems a bit uncomfortable that I order him around this way, and razz him too for jerking off, but then, it is obviously not so bad that what I order is for him to get a blow job. He steps out of his pants. As he does this, with his jockey shorts still on, I have to say I am impressed by his cock. It is bigger than what I would have thought, the head sticks up above the waistband, and if he did a toe touch he would just about be fucking his own belly button.

He peels the shorts off and his dick springs loose.

When Cyndi sees this big prick, her mouth makes a little "O" of surprise, and her eyes get real wide. She scoots over and sits on the edge of the bed, and I motion to Mitch to makes sure he gets into position to get all of this on tape. There is definitely a mix of lust and curiosity and apprehension on Cyndi's face, which I find I like to see. Mitch would have been maybe an easier experience for this girl's first blow job, or I guess I would have too, being as how I am not quite as long or wide as Ed, but that is not how it is going to be.

Ed walks right up to her, standing by the edge of the bed. She looks at his dick for a few seconds like she's not sure how to start. Ed looks nervous too.

Lorelei puts a stop to this. "Cyndi!" she says, real sharp, and the girl kinda jumps a little. She leans forward suddenly and sucks his whole cock into her mouth in one smooth motion. I am now maybe doubting this first-time cocksucker thing, because this does not look exactly like a novice maneuver. But then when I look close at Cyndi's eyes I kinda believe it again, because this girl looks very unsure of herself, although she has clearly done some practice on the whole gag reflex deal.

"Be as rough as you like," Lorelei says to Ed. "You can really fuck her face if you want to."

This freaks Ed out even more than before. He gently lifts her face up off of himself. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asks.

The way she looks up at him almost makes me pop my own cork right then. "Please," she whispers softly. "Use me." And then she takes him deep in her throat again, and starts bobbing up and down on his dick.

Ed at this point gets out of the mood to complain, it seems. Cyndi is making a lot of groaning sounds around Ed's cock that seem very enthusiastic, and Ed is soon moaning along with her. And then Cyndi reaches up, grabs Ed's hands, and brings them together at the back of her neck. She is really quite a girl, or, Lorelei is really quite a trainer, maybe. With that much encouragement, Ed does get more forceful, and soon he is pumping her face hard up and down on his prick. The rougher he is, the louder Cyndi's moans seem to get.

The way they are going at it, I am thinking Cyndi is about to get some "boy goo" direct-from-the-source in no time, when Ed all of a sudden pulls out of her.

"I want to fuck you," he says, panting heavily. "Please, can I fuck you?"

Cyndi doesn't say anything, but she turns right around and gets in a doggy-style position. She flips the short dress up to expose her ass and pussy, which is a very fine sight. I don't think I told you before, but Cyndi has about the prettiest cunt I have ever seen, it is so pink and so wet, with such delicate folds. And the soft lips are a little parted now, which is something I always like to see. "Hang on," Lorelei says. "We need to get you a condom, first."

Ed looks a little grumpy about that, but Lorelei grabs a rubber out of her bag and is rolling it onto Ed basically before he can move, she is really pretty quick about it. She gives his balls a squeeze. "Fuck my little bitch hard," she says.

This I think is unnecessary as Ed has by this point got it in his head that tender and sweet is not what Cyndi is looking for. He rams right into her like he is trying to bruise her, and she pumps her little butt back at him just as hard. Also, now that her mouth is not full, she is even more vocal. She talks about herself like that is not who she is. "Fuck her hard," she says, "Use the little bitch as hard as you can." This is a bit weird, I think, but it is also pretty hot.

Lorelei reaches over suddenly and gives Cyndi a good solid swat in the ass.

"Yes," Cyndi moans. "Spank the little slut. Fill her cunt with cock and spank her hard." Ed at this starts to slap her while he fucks her. He is a little hesitant at first, but it is clear how much she likes it, and the sound of his hand on her ass gets louder as they go on. Soon Cyndi has red fingerprints all over her cheeks.

It is just about now that Lorelei's beeper goes off, from over on the couch where she and Cyndi were fooling around. She goes off to answer it, and when she comes back, she picks up a strange dildo out of Mitch's big Santa Claus pile. On each end it has a curvy molded plastic cock in a not-very-lifelike blue color. It has a sort of boomerang bend to it in between, where the bases of the two cocks meet, and it is all attached to a kind of harness. Lorelei picks this up and straps the harness around her waist. One of the two cock ends slides right up into her pussy. She makes a pleased little sound at this. The other end is sticking straight out like she has a great big hard-on. She sits on the couch, watching with great interest as Cyndi gets what, if you believe her, is her first fuck with a guy. Lorelei grabs onto this fake cock of hers and wiggles it around, like she is jerking herself off. I can see that when she does this, the base of it is rubbing against her clit, and the other half is shifting around inside her. I think this is a very interesting toy, and it is one smart fucker that came up with it. It gives me some good ideas.

Now from the amount of groaning that Ed is doing, I think that Ed is very close to cumming.

Here is a thing I have wondered for a while about porn flicks: some guy is fucking some girl, and he is about to cum, and the director I guess says to pull out and get in a different position. I think that if I am the guy in the scene I will probably tell the director to go fuck himself and not stop fucking, and probably not get called back for a lot more work. Maybe this is why I am not a porn star.

But what I am now is a director. Thurston has done a million videos like this. The thing with the director, whatever he says, that is what happens. So I do exactly what I wonder about, I say, "Stop fucking her for a minute, Ed, I want a different position."

Cyndi I know by now will obey whatever I say. The part of me that is Thurston is sure Ed will too, but the part of me that is Kenny is not as positive. This another one of those doors in that long house I told you about, though maybe not such a big one.

But Ed does not challenge me at all. He does not even look mad. He slips out of her and catches his breath for a second. This is probably more exercise than Ed has got in a while, he is red in the face and panting quite a bit.

"Take your dress off, Cyndi," I say, "and lie on your back."

Cyndi reaches around behind her back to undo the dress, and lies back on the bed like I said. I am hoping maybe she will have pierced nipples too, or a nice tattoo, but she has only a naval ring. Now that they are free of the tight dress, her tits are a little bit bigger than I thought previously. I decide that they should have some attention.

"Suck on her tits while Ed fucks her," I tell Mitch.

Cyndi draws her knees up, spreads her legs wide, and reaches a hand down to guide Ed back into her. Ed holds his upper body up with his arms as he starts to pump her, so Mitch can get to her breasts.

Mitch still seems angry more than turned-on by the whole scene, and so as I expected, he is very rough on Cyndi's poor boobs. He digs his fingers deep into her flesh and bites so hard I am afraid he may draw blood. Also as I expect, this seems to drive Cyndi just about wild. She will definitely have bruises on her breasts and ass after today. I wonder about this a little bit, because she did not have marks on her when she showed up, but it is clear that being treated so rough is not new to her, even if it is new to have it from a guy, not a chick. (And I am still not sure I believe that part, although it is nice to think it could be true.)

Cyndi keeps up a stream of dirty talk as much as she can, but she is also short of breath. "Hurt her," she gasps. "Fuck her, bite her, use her hard."

Ed is banging at her furiously, and soon I can tell he is getting close again. I decide this time I will let him finish.

"Oh God," he groans suddenly. "I'm gonna --  "

"Cum in her, cum in her, cum in her," Cyndi chants.

"Unh," Ed says, and again, "unh!" It seems quicker with Ed than with Mitch, but he twitches all over more when he cums. Afterward he pulls out of her almost right away, and rolls off to the side of her. He lies there for a minute or so, his breathing slowly getting more even again.

Mitch meanwhile is still on his hands and knees on the bed, sucking and biting Cyndi's tits. He has now jammed two fingers into her cunt, and is abusing her there too. She is moaning softly. I realize about four things almost all at once. The first thing is, the position Mitch is in, basically, his ass is hanging off the edge of the bed. The second thing is, Lorelei, still wearing those yummy high-heeled boots and the double dildo, has got up from the couch and walked over so she is standing pretty much directly behind Mitch. As in, this big blue plastic cock she's wearing is actually close to Mitch's ass. Very close. The third thing is that Lorelei has just slathered this big dong up with a load of lube. And the fourth thing is that Lorelei has just now caught my eye, and she has given me this look, and this look is a question. This question, I realize, is another one of the doors between the series of rooms in my head. Do I want to see what is behind this door? Or have I gone far enough?

"Yes," I say quietly. "Do it."

If Mitch or Ed or Cyndi hear me say this, I am sure they pay no mind, because this is the sort of sex thing that people have being saying all afternoon. Like maybe I should add "harder!" if I really don't want them to be obvious about what I want. But Lorelei and I know what I want: I want to see her shove that big cock up my friend's ass.

This makes Lorelei very happy, I can tell, her eyes just sparkle, like in a breath mints commercial or something. I always thought that was just a special effect or something, but what I see in her eyes is real. Lorelei wants to fuck Mitch's ass, and she is very pleased I want to see it too.

I should maybe explain this a little. I know they have movies with girls fucking guys like this, and this has never turned me on. In fact, it has always seemed a little bit gay, which, it is not like I have some problem with gays, but I actually do not think Mitch is gay at all. But this day is opening my eyes to a lot of things. Gay is about whether you like men or women, but control is about who takes and who gets taken. These are not the same thing, and I think this dildo fuck idea is more about being taken than about being gay or straight. And I could say that it is pissing me off some that after he muscled his way into our movie Mitch is so uptight about everything, and that I want to punish him some, and this is true. But if I am honest, even if I was not mad at Mitch, I might still want to see this. Because it is me that is directing, it is me that is in control, which I like, and I do not know how far that control goes --  but I want to.

Lorelei does not give Mitch a whole lot of warning. She pushes the tip of the dildo up against his asshole. Mitch is of course not expecting something going on back there, he lifts his head off of Cyndi's tit and makes a confused little sound, not really a word.

And Lorelei drives her hips forward and sinks the head of the plastic cock right into Mitch's ass.

"You fucking bitch!" he hollers, and then a lot of "ow!" sort of noises he makes, but I am quick to notice something. A good film director I believe must always be very observant. So the thing is, Mitch makes sounds like this is not at all what he wants this, but it is not like someone is holding his arms or his legs. Right now, at this second, if he stopped supporting himself with his arms, he could sort of slump forward across Cyndi's chest, and the plastic cock would pop right out of his ass. He could then do a lot of things that would not result in more anal penetration, like basically, get his ass away from Lorelei. I have to think, in fact, that moving forward to avoid this attack, if that was really what he wanted, would be almost an instinct thing to do. So it seems pretty significant that Mitch just freezes in this position, with about two inches of dildo up his butt.

I am sure that Lorelei takes note of all this information as well. She gives him a couple of seconds to adjust to the feel of it, then she thrusts forward some more. She grabs his hair, which, there is just about enough for her to get a good grip, and pulls his head back. He groans.

She laughs. "I think you're my fucking bitch now," she says. She lets go of Mitch's head, grabs him around the waist, and yanks him farther on to her big cock.

"Oh," he says. Not "Ow," this time.

If what Lorelei has told us about Cyndi is true, she has probably never seen a man ass-fucked with a big dildo. So it is natural I suppose that she scoots between Mitch's legs to get a better view. When she is down there, Mitch's dick is pretty much waving right in her face. I can see a thought cross her mind, and it sounds like a good idea to me.

"Suck his cock, Cyndi," I order her. "Suck Mitch's cock while your girlfriend fucks his ass."

She lifts her head up obediently and takes Mitch's dick into her mouth. I love this girl.

With Cyndi's lips tight around his cock, Mitch stops pretending he doesn't want what he's getting, and, to my amazement, he actually starts fucking his ass back against Lorelei's big dick, trying to work it deeper. As he moves his hips back and forth against the dildo, he is also fucking Cyndi's throat. This is quite a sight to see, let me tell you.

I spare a quick glance, just a quick one, because I do not want to miss much of this, at Ed to see how he is taking this. He has got back up from the bed and is checking something on the DAT. He looks basically terrified. He feels me looking at him, and he shoots me this pleading sort of look, like he thinks I will put a stop to this. I can tell I just have a big old shit-eating grin on my face, and when he sees this he looks even scareder, and I grin even wider.

But now I have to tell you about a little problem I have glossed over with this nice little three-way. The way that Mitch moves leaves no doubt that he wants that prick buried deep in his bunghole, that he loves the way Lorelei is fucking him, not to mention that he is getting an enthusiastic if possibly untrained blowjob. But Mitch's mouth is not with the program. He has been, in between gasping a bit, muttering a steady stream of things, sort of "bitch, whore, cunt, slut, I hate you" over and over again. I am not with the hate part, but I like the way he says "slut," and "cunt," so I have let this go on. But now I hear a variation that I really do not like. "I'm going to hurt you, bitch," he growls. "I'm going to hurt you so fucking bad."

This, I have to tell you, really pisses me off. I have arranged for Mitch to have a lovely little ass fuck, and he will not just relax and enjoy it, he will not even admit to himself that he is enjoying it. And this attitude he has about women, with the hate and now the violence, I am finding it extremely ugly, and it is spoiling my enjoyment of the scene, and I am not as hard as I was a few moments ago. Some hang up, something to do with Betty, he thinks it is a faggot thing even though he is in bed with two total babes, I do not know what, I do not care. I am going to put a stop to it.

"Mitch," I say, very firmly, "If you don't shut the fuck up, I will have you gagged."

He gives me this look with such burning hatred in it that I would wince if wasn't such a strong, cool, Hollywood producer. But he shuts up. He knows who's in charge. I sigh a bit. There is something sad about this.

I motion to Lorelei to pull out of him, and she does.

"Roll over," I order Mitch. "On your back. That's it. Pull your knees up, spread your legs. Wider. Cyndi, shove a couple of pillows under his ass, I want that ass up."

Once she has done that, she moves around like she's going to start sucking on him again. "No," I say. I don't want Mitch confused by any extra stimulation this time.

"Tell Lorelei what you want," I order Mitch.

Lorelei is standing beside the bed. She takes the bottle of lube and puts more on the dildo, rubbing it like she's jacking off. I am sure she is really digging this scene.

This is a hard thing that I do to Mitch. Now is when he has to admit something to himself, something maybe about how angry he is all the time, something about what turns him on. He is spread open on the bed, his little asshole winking at me, his cock flopping against his stomach, and I make him nakeder than he has ever been his whole life.

"Tell her," I insist.

He can only whisper it at first. "I want her to fuck me," he mumbles.

"You want me to fuck you?" Lorelei whispers back. She kneels on the bed between his legs. I have to move the camera around to get a better angle. She holds the strap-on in her hand and rubs it in a circle around his ass.

"Yes," Mitch manages. "Fuck me."

"Fuck you in the ass?" she asks. She is really teasing Mitch, but now that he has said it once, it is getting easier for him. The scene is getting hot again, and my dick is getting nice and hard again.

I look quickly at Ed and I am pleased to see he still looks terrified, but also he cannot look away.

"Yes," Mitch croaks. "Fuck my ass."

"You want this," and now she pushes the tip of it against his hole with just a little force, "cock in your ass?"

"Cock in my ass," Mitch says. I have to try not to giggle because what pops into my head just then is the jeopardy thing, "your answer is not in the form of a question."

"Big," she says, and with a little twitch of her hips the head goes in. "Hard," and another little push, she's not giving him any time to adjust. "Cock," and I can barely believe it, it's already almost half in him. "In," and another inch, "Your," she pushes again, "Ass?"

Mitch has now got almost eight inches of plastic dong up inside him. I wonder what it feels like. I may find out later, but I will need to figure a way for it to happen where I am still in control.

"Yes," he gasps as she pulls back a little for her first thrust. "Fuck me, big cock, fuck me, ass, fuck!" And he is off doing the muttering thing again, but I am much happier with the direction it is taking now.

As you recall it is not so very long ago that Mitch's balls got emptied in what seemed at the time to be a pretty thorough way. But his prick is completely hard again, and it is twitching around against his belly like it is a fish out of water, he is obviously close to cumming again.

Cyndi is observing all this with intense interest, she is kneeling now beside Mitch so she can see better, but she also seems somehow frustrated. What gives? Ah, I figure it out.

"You may play with your cunt, Cyndi," I say. She shoots me a glance of undisguised relief and a plunges a hand between her legs, frigging herself hard as she watches Mitch get fucked. "And your ass," I add for good measure. I check on Ed again, I don't want him so scared he can't get another hard on. I think watching Cyndi get herself off will help.

There is still a lot I have to learn from Lorelei. She knew before I did what Mitch really wanted, and now she knows there is a trigger that will send him over the edge, so she goes fishing for it.

"You're my bitch now," she says.

"Your bitch," he agrees contentedly, and I really, really hope he remembers this moment right and doesn't screw it up. He looks happier just now than I can ever think of seeing him.

"My bitch with an ass stuffed full of cock," Lorelei says.

"Fuck my bitch ass hard," he replies. "Fuck my bitch ass hard!"

"You know what I want baby?" she asks.

"Nuh --  no," he says.

She smiles that wicked smile. "I want you to cum with my dick in your ass."

Mitch's cock dances around more when she says that, and he reaches a hand down to stroke himself. She slaps it away. "No," she says. "Just cum for my big dick."

When she says this his eyes roll back in his head a little bit. His hands fall limp to his sides and his mouth hangs open.

"Cum all over my big cock," Lorelei hisses. "Come for the big cock filling up your bitch ass."

"Cum," Mitch says, and then, as if surprised, "Cumming!"

"Cum, yes, cum for me," Lorelei says, lunging hard into him, and Mitch's prick twitches again and spurts an arc of milky fluid across his gut, then another, and a third little trickle.

This is yet another amazing sight, Mitch's cum in little milky puddles in his chest hair, Lorelei's dildo still filling his ass. Lorelei scoops up some of Mitch's cum on her fingertip and brings it to his lips. He opens his mouth and sucks her finger into it.

Lorelei's beeper chirps from the couch, and she gets up to deal with it, yanking the dildo out. I don't know if the lube wore off or what, but this makes Mitch yelp a bit.

I am really very pleased with how my little movie is coming along.

Cyndi still has two fingers happily up her ass and is rubbing her clit. This is nice to see, but I figure this is no time to lose momentum in the action.

"Ed, Cyndi needs to have her pussy licked," I say.

He is not quite as quick to get his face in her cunt as I would like -- maybe he thinks it is weird to go down on a girl he has just fucked, although he was wearing a rubber, so I do not get why it should be a big deal. The afternoon's events have got Cyndi very juiced up, it is not like he is going to be tasting anything besides her.

If he is a bit reluctant at first, he still does not refuse my order, and once he gets a good taste of Cyndi, and nothing else I bet, he gets a lot more enthusiastic. In fact, I am glad to see, soon he is lapping away at her very eager like it was his idea in the first place.

Even though this treatment is a lot more gentle than what she has been getting off on so far, Cyndi seems to appreciate this a lot. The contrast between tender and rough could makes for some interesting sensations, I bet. She is still very talkative. "She likes that," she says. "She likes to be licked."

There is maybe a problem though, and that is that I would like Cyndi to get off real good now --  she has been so cooperative after all --  and I do not know if Ed is up to this job. I bet he does not have the talent or experience going down on this girl that Lorelei does.

It could be I guess that Lorelei does not do this, that it is too much doing something for Cyndi instead of doing something to her. But I do not really buy this. I can smell Cyndi's scent from where I am standing behind the camera, musky and tangy, it is a very exciting smell. If I was Lorelei there is no way that I could keep my tongue out of this beautiful young cunt.

Anyway, I do not think Cyndi will mind some extra stimulation. Mitch has got up from the bed, but has slunk off to the can again, I think maybe he is too embarrassed at how Ed and I saw him get off. So I will have to do some work myself. I leave the camera running by itself for a minute and look through the pile of toys. Since there is such a good variety I quickly find things I like, as well as the batteries to make them work.

What I choose is a long slim vibrator for Cyndi's pretty pussy, and a vibrating butt plug, not an enormous one, for her back door. I load them up with batteries, put some lube on both and give them to Ed. After I press them into his hands he does not need any more instruction. Ed continues to flick Cyndi's clit and lick up and down her lips while he gently fucks her with the two buzzing toys. I have guessed right, I think, because Cyndi gets louder and also the pitch of her voice goes up quite a bit.

"Oh that's good," she says, "that's so. . . good," and then as the sensations continue she stops making words and just gasps, "ah, ah, ah," over and over again, getting louder and louder.

When Lorelei came, her arms and legs jerked around a lot, Cyndi is very different, when it starts she holds herself very rigid and still and doesn't move hardly at all. She even seems to hold her breath. It seems just as intense, but in a different way.

She pushes Ed's face away as she finishes, and he slips the toys out of her. I let her lie there for a minute while her breathing gets back to normal, then I tell her she can go rest on the couch.

For the last several minutes of this licking and toy-fucking session, Ed has been getting hard again, and he has even been kind of humping the sheet for a while.

"Roll over on your back," I tell him. His cock stands up nice and straight.

I look over at Lorelei. "I want to see that big dick stretching your pussy," I tell her. I do not have to say this twice. She has this whole time been sitting on the couch, playing almost absent-mindedly with her strap-on while she watched her girlfriend being eaten. Now she unstraps it and lets it slide out of her. She gets on the bed, straddling Ed and reaches down to roll a new condom on him. Then she slowly lowers herself down on his dick. Ed tries to buck his hips up at her, but she pushes down hard on his shoulders. "Don't move," she says. "Just lie there."

She starts to ride up and down on him, slowly at first, then faster.

"Ah," he says. "Oh." I grin to myself. I bet she knows some interesting tricks.

I move the camera around a bit to get some different angles, and then leave it sort of off to the side. I like to watch Lorelei screw Ed like this, of course, but it is not my whole plan for the next little scene.

I stand near the bed, with toys and condoms and everything all in easy reach.

"Cyndi, come here," I say, and she stands up instantly and crosses the room to stand a little before me. I guess it is what she thinks is a respectful distance.

"Kneel," I order, and she drops to her knees. I move forward a little bit so my crotch is right in her face.

"Take off my pants," I tell her.

She fumbles a little with my belt, but soon has it undone. It is so sexy to see her little hand reach up to pull my zipper down. I step out of my jeans. I did not bother with boxers this morning.

With her pretty lips so close to my dick I have to change my plan just a tiny bit.

"Suck on it for just a few seconds," I say. She obeys and slides her mouth down over me. Her mouth is hot and wet, and her tongue is very playful. It is all I can do to maintain my control. I just want a little taste of this sensation.

"That's enough," I say, pushing her away gently. "Put a condom on me, and lubricate it."

She does as I ask, and I send her back to the couch. It is too bad the camera can't see her fingers rolling the rubber on to me, because it is a nice thing to see, but I can't have everything, I guess --  my supposed cameraman is still AWOL.

I get up on the bed behind Lorelei, crouching over her. I do not tell her what I am about to do, but I am sure she feels that the bed now has the weight of three people on it.

I watch for a minute, so that Lorelei will maybe not quite be prepared. It is a very interesting screw to see. Ed, as she told him to, is not moving. Lorelei is moaning up and down on him, she pinches her nipples and rubs her clit, and Ed is completely passive. She basically is treating him like a dildo that happens to be made of flesh, not that he seems to mind much. Another control thing, I guess.

Anyway, when I am pretty sure she has stopped expecting it at any moment, I push my dick into Lorelei's ass. There is not much resistance, so I slide easily in in one long stroke.

Almost immediately she starts to cum, this is something I think about all the extra stimulation all at once, or maybe that it is the one element in this fuck that she does not control, the one thing that can actually surprise her. I guess it doesn't matter so much why, when she does her ass grabs my cock hard and it feels fantastic. I grit my teeth, it is all I can do not to come too. Beneath us, Ed's hips jerk up in a thrust he cannot control, and I know that her contractions have brought him off.

This is fine, the situation is a little less complicated now and I can really concentrate on what I am doing.

Only twice before have I ever fucked a woman in the ass. The first was with my girlfriend Linda back in high school, she was the kind of girl who would try almost anything once. Back then, they did not have all of the great lubes they have now, or anyway, you could sure not get them if you were a high school kid. It hurt both of us. I came anyway, but she definitely didn't, and she did not nohow want to try again.

Later, the bank sent me on a trip to be trained on new software. I was still married to Carole, but things were not good then. I got a hooker in my motel room for a night. Her ass took me easily enough, but as much money as I paid, it was not enough for her to pretend not to be bored, and it was not such a great experience overall.

Lorelei is something completely different, she is like what you always fantasize about. If she is not getting off on this, she should be winning an Oscar or something. "Fuck my ass, you pervert," she hisses. "Bang me hard with that dirty old man cock." She has muscles that grip and relax on me in surprising ways, and she thrusts back at me at least as hard as I am pushing into her. Ed crawls out of the way after a minute or so and she mashes her tits down into the shit, with her butt stuck up in the air; this is a more comfortable position for me.

My breathing gets real rough, and I feel cum rising up in my balls, I am very, very close. Lorelei senses this.

"You gonna cum in my ass?" she asks. "You gonna shoot your cum into my hot ass?"

"No," I say. And in fact I pull out of her.

"You want to cum in my mouth, or all over my face?" she asks, turning around to face me.

"No," I say again.

Lorelei looks disappointed for a second, but we lock eyes and I think she gets where I'm going. A little smile curls her lip.

"You want to cum on my little bitch's face?" she asks.

It's like fucking twenty questions. "No," I say.

"You want to cum in my little bitch's hot cunt?"

"Warmer," I say. "But still 'no.'"

Lorelei grins nastily. "You want to cum in my little bitch's hot ass?"

Cyndi gasps a little bit when she hears that.

"Yes," I say. "I want to shoot my cum up in your little bitch's hot ass."

Cyndi gives Lorelei a pleading look, and I see immediately how it is. Cyndi when she came here today was expecting to suck cock and take a man's dick in her pussy for the first time, but being fucked in the ass was not part of the plan as she understood it. In fact if I know Lorelei, and I think I'm starting to, she could even have promised that no way would she let that happen. Lorelei doesn't respond to Cyndi at all, she doesn't look back at her or say anything. I think she's trying to keep any expression off of her face, but that nasty little smile won't quite go away.

I don't think it's such a big deal, I am sure Lorelei has made Cyndi take toys that are bigger than me up there before. Cyndi seems real scared, but here's a thing, she's more scared of Lorelei than she is of my cock. So what she does, she gets on the bed on her knees, leans forward and puts her head down. Then she reaches back with both hands and pulls her cheeks wide as she can, opening for me. It is a position of total surrender.

I move into position standing just behind her, and I just look at her for almost a minute, letting anticipation build. "Put a fresh rubber on me," I tell Lorelei, "and lube me up." She nods her approval. She peels off the old rubber and tosses it away, she grabs a fresh one out of her bag. She kisses and licks my cockhead a bit, then she slowly trails the tip of her tongue all the way down my shaft, rolling the condom on right behind her tongue. Then she pours lube on my dick and rubs it all around, jacking me playfully. Cyndi by now is shaking a little, but still holding her ass as open as she can.

My cock has never felt so big and hard my whole life.

I grab my dick with one hand and her hip with the other and pull her right back on to the head of my cock.

"Oh!" she says.

Then I grab her hips with both hands and yank her all the way down in one long stroke. "Ahh!" she says, much louder.

I would rather not give her any time to adjust to me being in her ass, but I do not have a choice. If I move in her right now, I will shoot off right away, and I want this to last. So I hold her hips tight to me and just enjoy the sensation for a few seconds. Her ass grips me like a tight hard fist, less controlled but tighter than Lorelei. The pressure and heat of it is incredible.

When I am sure I have my dick under control again, I begin to thrust in and out of her. She gets up on her hands and knees and raises her head, which I am sure is more comfortable. I am gentle and slow at first, but when she moans, "Oh, God, that's so good," I become a little more forceful. I let go of her hips so that she can fuck back against me, too.

Lorelei is kneeling right beside me, watching my cock go in and out of Cyndi's ass. She nibbles on my ear and makes a wet purring sound in it. I like this, but I suspect she is up to something.

I am right.

She whispers in my ear, "You like fucking that tight young ass?"

"Yeah," I pant, though I think it should be obvious. I am more than a little short of breath and do not feel like having a long conversation just now.

"She's young enough to be your daughter old man, isn't that a little sick?"

Well, it's obvious that she is young enough to be my daughter, and a lot of what has gone on today a lot of people would say is sick. I do not feel a need to reply to this, so I don't.

Lorelei continues, "You don't know how old she is, do you? Ed checked my ID but no one saw Cyndi's." This I think may be true. By the time Cyndi showed up we were all busy with setting things up, and I do not know if Ed or Mitch checked, but I know I did not. But Lorelei has not said this out loud so Ed or Mitch could hear she has just murmured it in my ear, so they can't. Maybe this is because they would laugh and say, of course they checked. Maybe not.

"She's sixteen," Lorelei whispers. "Your little video is kiddie porn. Pervert."

I think I know what is going on with this. Lorelei has spent the afternoon mixing erotic cruelty and erotic pleasure. I do not really think Cyndi is sixteen --  seventeen would have been easier to believe, and Lorelei has teased once about the age thing already. I think she is just pushing me, trying to see if I have a soft spot she can use. I think it is a test. Can she turn the tables and control me? I think that maybe even if Cyndi really is sixteen, it might still be a test, of how far I will go. What does she expect? I will go soft? Pull out and apologize? Lorelei is all over this tape doing filthy things, it is not like she could blackmail me with it.

I also think that a time to debate morality is not when your cock is buried in a tight ass, whether it is sixteen year-old ass or not.

But now I need a way to up the ante, to make sure Lorelei knows she has not won a round. This is annoying because I have to think for a little bit, and I would really rather concentrate completely on banging Cyndi. Cyndi is concentrating completely on being banged; I think she maybe even has a little cum on my dick, because she goes all stiff and still for a couple of seconds, and her ass clenches even tighter for a second on me, which I would not have thought it could do.

Fortunately I very quickly come up with an idea, and I am delighted with it.

This idea is very cruel to Ed. I think it will excite Lorelei more that I am cruel to Ed, and that will excite me more, because Lorelei's excitement and mine are so tangled now that there is almost no difference between them. By doing this thing that I am about to do, I will be sending a message to Ed, and the message is basically this:

You are not special and you are not safe. Maybe I will not have Lorelei fuck your ass today, but I could. You have a soft spot, and I will poke it, because it hurts you, and because you don't stop me when I do. Because I can.

What I say out loud is to Cyndi, and I hiss it in a mean voice, "Princess Clitoria likes having that big cock up her ass, doesn't she?"

Ed makes an angry sound that doesn't have any words in it, but I know he is upset. I have poked, the spot was soft, it hurts.

This cruel thing to Ed goes back to his stupid script, which I will briefly tell you about (remember, I already said it was bad). Basically in the story there is an evil warlord named Darkrod, who Ed was later going to animate on computer, he didn't even appear. He has just made a deal with the evil Queen Labiana to enslave the whole universe or something. Darkrod has a daughter, Princess Clitoria who is good and pure and all. Secretly, she is also the "Babe from Planet Slut" who is like a spy leader super agent of this rebellion against Darkrod. So the part that is in Ed's script, basically, Labiana captures Clitoria, and seduces her. But Labiana accidentally falls in love with Clitoria, and decides to become good. Then they have a daisy chain thing with their clone babes that there were all the diagrams for, and then, it turns out Clitoria's True Love Edwardion (Ed wrote it right like that with capital letters) who everybody thought was dead, actually his brain has been put into this talking dildo that they have been using, only, his true self wakes up when Clitoria comes with him in her. Then there is this big space ship fight with Labiana's army against Darkrod's and a big happy ending with another scene with Edwardion the talking plastic cock. It was only lez scenes, and only Labiana ever took anything up the ass in Ed's movie; Clitoria was much too sweet for that. Originally I think Ed thought Lorelei would be Clitoria and Cyndi would be Labiana, but this is clearly backassward casting, any fool could see.

And then, of course, Lorelei ground her boot heel on Ed's hard work and snickered over it for most of an hour. She wouldn't play the role for him, but she will play it for me, for laughs. And I bet that hurts too.

Lorelei picks right up on all of this, as I knew she would.

"Yes, Darkrod," she coos. "Fuck her! Fuck her ass hard!"

I don't know how much of the script Cyndi read, but she read enough, because next she cries out, "No, Daddy, no! What are you doing? Let me go!"

"This is your punishment for defying my will and betraying me," I growl, pumping into her furiously. "But you love it, don't you, little slut?"

"No," she says. "Please, no, Daddy. Don't fuck me. Don't fuck me." Cyndi is having a little trouble staying in character, though, because then she says, "Fuck me, fuck her, Oh God, fuck me."

Lorelei chuckles. "The princess needs a cock in her mouth to shut her up. Where is there a cock for the princess's mouth?"

And Ed, Lorelei sees, has sprouted a third huge throbbing hard-on watching his precious princess defiled by her evil father. He crawls back onto the bed and Cyndi opens her mouth to take his cock deep. I love this; I have perverted his fantasy, maybe ruined it, and he gets his princess after all, but not how he wanted her. He is soon fucking her face almost as hard as I am screwing her ass.

Lorelei watches her girlfriend's body being pummeled from both ends, her eyes shining with delight. "Princess Clitoria may play with cunt," she says after a while. Cyndi supports herself with one hand while the other gets busy between her legs.

Ed stiffens and groans, a long painful sound, and I know he has sprayed his cum down Cyndi's throat. It is just moments later that I feel Cyndi start to cum again, a long one this time, and this time when I feel her ass contract around my cock I do not even try to hold back.

After not letting myself cum for such a very long time, the sense of release when I finally let go is amazing. I feel my cock spurt again and again deep inside her ass, and I feel dizzy. For a few seconds I lose track even of where I am.

Even when I come back to myself I rest inside her ass for a bit. Little tremors are running through her body after her own cum, like aftershocks from an earthquake, and it feels delicious. Finally I slip out of her. When my softening dick droops down, the rubber slides off onto the sheet. It is messy, and not even the first mess we have made. We will definitely be paying for new sheets.

"His cock is a toy, Cyndi," Lorelei says softly. "What do we do with toys, Cyndi?"

The answer to this question appears to be "clean them," because Cyndi turns around at that and starts lapping all over my cock with tiny movements of just the type of her tongue. The sensation is incredible, especially when she licks just below the head, and after cumming, my cock is so sensitive that is almost too intense. With just a little bit of this treatment, the softening of my dick reverses itself, and I feel it begin to swell again. This is not something that has happened to me a lot lately, this is more something from when I was a much younger man. However I am not about to complain. As my cock gets fully hard Cyndi opens her lips and takes me all the way into her mouth, where it is so warm and slick and wet.

Cumming a second time is not something I had made a plan for, as I did not expect I would get it up again so soon after such a hard cum as I just had. I will just have to improvise. I lie flat on my back, my head propped up on a pillow.

"I want you both to suck me," I say. Cyndi and Lorelei kneel, one on either side of me, their asses near my shoulders. I can finger their cunts, and fondle their breasts. Cyndi moans on my dick when I squeeze her tit hard, and I can twist Lorelei's little nipple bars around like I saw Cyndi do. I finger fuck both of them and then lick my fingers clean, comparing the taste. Lorelei has a stronger flavor, but Cyndi is very nice, I sample each one several times but can not decide which I like better. And I can watch the girls work on my cock. They take turns bobbing down on it, they kiss around the head in a wonderful tangle of lips and tongues. Cyndi tries a long popsicle lick that almost makes me giggle, it tickles a little. The little stud in Lorelei's tongue surprises me each time it touches me, and makes me shiver. It is all so exciting that I do not make it last as long as I would like to, and all too quickly I feel myself getting near. I sink a finger into Lorelei's ass and twist it around so she knows who I'm talking to.

"I want you to drink my cum," I tell her.

Lorelei gently pushes Cyndi aside and slowly lowers her head down on my shaft. She lets me feel teeth, just a tiny, tiny bit, there at the base and the shock of that makes me erupt in her throat immediately. I am surprised at how much juice I am able to give her, I would have thought Cyndi had taken it all.

Lorelei's beeper goes off one more, and she types a response into it. There is still some time left on the clock, but I think we are all about fucked out at this point; Ed and Mitch have got dressed again and they are avoiding looking at me. I get up and pull my pants on.

"Thanks for doing the movie," I say to Lorelei. I say more stuff to her, but not out loud, just with my eyes. The other stuff is just for her to know. I am sure she gets the message.

"Thanks for the grand, daddy-o," she says. And she says other stuff back to me, too.

I give her the envelope with the rest of the dough.

She and Cyndi go into the bathroom to clean up a bit and get dressed.

While they are in there, for my piece of mind, I find Cyndi's purse on the couch. In it is a driver's license, and I make sure the camera gets a shot of it. Cyndi is really her first name, by God --  what was wrong with her folks? --  and she will in fact be nineteen in about a month.

I bet her training started when she was under age, though.

I do not know quite what to expect from the very end of it, but when Lorelei and Cyndi have finished washing up, we do not kiss goodbye or hug or say much of anything. They just grab their stuff, and Cyndi follows Lorelei right out the door. It shuts with a bit of bang that is startling, not because the sound is so loud, but because the room is so quiet afterward.

When the door shuts behind Cyndi I have this little thing, where you feel like you've seen it before, only you haven't, the Frenchies have some name for it; you know what I mean. Like Degas, or something, except I think that's a painter. And it throws me for about a couple seconds, then I realize it goes back to the first picture in my head I told you about, the one where nothing at all happened, and Cyndi slammed the door when she left, and we all felt hollow.

And there is in fact now a kind of a hollow feeling. What I am feeling is too complicated. I am a little sad about how things are going to be with Mitch and Ed, and my cock is sore. But also, going back to that artsy-fartsy second head picture I told you about, I have gone through another door, and instead of another long narrow room with one door on the other side, this room is big, very big. It may be bigger even than where I started from, wherever that was. And part of the way I feel is like a kid on the first day of summer vacation, or maybe like a kid who's just banged his second chick. There are a lot of summer days, a lot of chicks to bang.

We do not talk much, Mitch and Ed and me, while we pack up the gear. Fortunately, it is possible to strike a set --  there's more of that movie lingo for you --  without saying much more than "reach me that there." It would be easier if there was still some beers to smooth things over, but we manage. I am careful to pocket the tape we shot, but I am careful to not be obvious about it.

When we are done putting everything away, we leave, still without saying much. The fake ski trip is ending a day early, I guess. Mitch will come up with another lie, poor conditions on the slopes, a twisted ankle, and Betty will probably catch him out in it. If Mitch is lucky, Betty will only find out about last night's trip to the titty bar.

When I put on my jacket, as we start to take things out to the car, I feel something in my pocket that I did not put there. It is an envelope. I do not look at it at this time, and I do not either say anything about it.

It is later, when I get home, alone, that I take the envelope out of my pocket, and look what is in it.

At this time I commence to thinking hard for a while. This is not a thing which I am used to doing much, but I think maybe I will have to get better about it.

Ed I think will be okay. The thing is, after all, I think he really is more a meat and potatoes guy, like I said to start. I made him a big plate of real spicy food, and he ate it, but I think maybe he got some indigestion from it. I hope he stays a bit shook up by it, because he needs more of a line between what is real for him to have, and what he thinks he wants in his head. If he will quite whacking off to Star Trek and the Internet it will help, like maybe he can get out more, and meet some nice girl. This nice girl, she should be bad sometimes, but not as bad as Lorelei. Or me.

Mitch I am much more worried about. I maybe have not helped him, but he needs some help, I think, it is no good how angry he is. Of course I think he and Betty should split, but that is not all that is twisting him up so bad. I think part of it is he thinks he wants to be in control, but what he really wants is the opposite. I think it is tough for him to admit this to himself, and I do not think one day will have fixed everything that is wrong.

I figure I will not be palling around from now on with Mitch or Ed, but they are guys, after all, and they will get over it somewhat, eventually. They will not ever be talking about what happened today, and for a while, if we happen to be somewheres, like the same bar or something, they will probably avoid talking to me. But later it will be, if I see them, and we will laugh and smile on the surface. Underneath it will be uncomfortable still, but we will pretend not to look there. It will be a lot like how it is when I see my ex-wife.

As for me, on Monday I will go back to the bank and go to work. I may work there for a while longer, but not much, I think. It's time for a change.

So you want to know what's in the envelope? Again, I bet I am more surprised than you are. And I am not even that surprised. In the envelope there is a thousand dollars, I bet you guessed that. It is not like we wrote down the serial numbers, but I am pretty sure it is the same thousand dollars we paid Lorelei and Cyndi to do the shoot, because, I assure you, the type of guy who accidentally leaves an extra grand in his jacket pocket, that is not the kind of guy I am. Even if I quit working in a bank, I think I will not stuff my jacket pockets with cash, but there is no question what this would be very bad for a teller to do. And also there is a small card. On the card is printed a phone number, nothing else. This number might be to Lorelei's beeper, or maybe whoever she had arranged with to page her. It does not matter. Soon I will call. I may leave a message, I may talk to someone; it does not matter. I know how I will start. "This is Thurston," I will say.

Somewhere there are doors I will not open, and there are lines I will not cross, but I don't know where they are yet. I know I have a lot to learn.

Mitch and Ed probably blame me for what happened, but I do not know if that is right. I said before that we all had choices, but maybe that was a lie. I know this: everyone walked into the room with only the things inside them that they brought --  it is not like nothing extra was added. Mitch and Ed, and probably Cyndi, walked in with bruised places, places that were easy to hurt. Every time you have a bruise, you don't expect someone to jab a finger into it hard, but you know it can happen. There is no way they should have thought Lorelei would be sweet, or innocent, or vulnerable. Tough punk rock chick doing porno, what did they expect? And me, well. . .

I think back how Ed had made up such a fancy script and I had no idea what would happen. See, that was a lie --  I have maybe lied to you a lot -- because what happened was almost exactly what I wanted to happen, only I didn't want to 'fess up to it, even to myself. If you talk about sex fantasies with your buddies, like I said, you might learn more about them than you really want to, and they might learn too much about you. I left out the other part, which is, you might learn too much about yourself. But if Lorelei woke up something in me, which I think she maybe did, it's not like she put it there. And it was ready to wake up, it would have happened sooner or later. So maybe what happened had to happen, just because of the people we were when we all walked into that motel room.

Aw, I'm getting all artsy-fartsy on your ass again, and now there's not even another good part to skip down to. This basically is the trouble with sitting by yourself and thinking hard about stuff. I'm going to go get some beers.

Basically, I guess, it boils down to this: You can blame it on fate, if you like, or me, I guess, or Lorelei, or on nothing at all. Me, I think you might just as well blame it on "Ed."

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