Star looked on with utter amazement-and rising lust-seeing everyone at the poolside, stark naked. She could see the figure of her friend, Annie, kneeling down on all fours and locked in an obscene embrace with two men ... arms and legs everywhere ... Annie's head buried completely in one man's grinding loins ... another man fucking heavily into her from behind.
Star wasn't sure if she would ever get used to these wild Hollywood orgies-but with the passion burning between her legs-she was going to learn fast!
CHAPTER ONE
The pretty, black-haired Navajo Indian girl, Star Eagle, was far from sleep tonight. In fact she had been standing by her half-opened bedroom door for about fifteen minutes, straining to hear what the muffled voices in the living room next door were saying, and it was only the sight of her stern father s shadow preceding him into the hall that had alerted her to his coming, so that she'd hurriedly closed the bedroom door all the way. Once she was certain he was gone, though, she opened it again. She frowned as she realized that the door to the living room was now closed. She couldn't hear a thing!
What are they talking about? the dark-eyed Navajo girl thought curiously. It seemed like forever since her father and mother had been speaking in such hushed tones, though it had actually been less than an hour. And now everything was quiet in there. What could they be doing? she wondered, unconsciously nibbling on her fingernails....
Then, all at once, she thought she heard someone talking again. No, no it wasn't talking, she decided, straining her ears to hear. It was more like a cry, a groan. Something about the sound made Star's body tighten with tense curiosity. She had to know what was going on in there. She had to! Being careful not to make the slightest sound, she crept down the hall, her young body scantily clad in baby doll pajamas, shivering a little with the chill of the night air. But Star scarcely noticed the cold, for her attention was riveted to the closed living room door. She felt a tingling excitement as she tiptoed toward the door. Also, she had never spied on her parents before, and tie thought that she was about to watch them without their knowing about it was oddly thrilling!
"Oooooohhh, Jose, that feels so good! Oh! Oh! Yes!"
Star stopped, frozen in her tracks as the words of her normally composed mother reached her. They weren't loud. In fact, it sounded almost as though she were trying to whisper, but couldn't quite control her voice. If Star had been down the hall behind the closed door of her bedroom, as she knew she should be, she wouldn't have heard a thing.
The nearly-naked young Navajo girl's body shivered at the exciting sound, and as soon as she was sure no one had heard her, she padded across the last few steps of the hall and crept stealthily to the closed living room door. Then she crouched down to press her eye against the keyhole. Her eyes opened wide at what she saw inside. Her cold, stern, father and her beautiful, refined mother were both naked, and they were standing in the middle of the living room, kissing and running their hands all over each other's naked bodies!
Then as they came out of the kiss, Star saw what it was that had made her mother cry out so strangely. Her father had his fingers between her legs I He was touching her pussy! The secretly watching young Indian girl began to feel the sharp tingling sensation of her own little pussy at the unbidden memories of her own recent experiences, with the local Indian boys, coupled with the lewd sight her eyes beheld through the keyhole. In fact, it felt as though there were a thousand little humming birds all fluttering around at once in her dark, trembling belly.
And as Rosa and Jose Eagle stepped back from each other slightly, Star found her eyes riveted to her father, to the huge, thickly throbbing shaft of his cock that jutted out obscenely-from his loins, swaying lustily in the air above his thickly curling, black pubic hair.
Oblivious to the fact that his every move was being observed by his daughter from her cramped position in the hall, Jose gently eased Rosa's olive-skinned, nakedly glistening body down onto the couch. His impulse was to throw himself on top of her immediately and fuck his huge cock all the way up into her belly like a jackhammer, but he restrained himself, albeit with difficulty. He wanted it to be good for her too, this time.
Once she was lying down, he positioned himself between her legs, but instead of placing his heavily pulsing cock at the entrance to her cunt, he squatted back on his heels and ran his hands down the full length of her naked, trembling body, from her full, billowing tits, over her smooth olive belly and softly flairing hips, down to the curly dark tangle of pussy hairs at the juncture of her thighs. Then, placing his thumbs on the soft cushions of his wife's outer cunt lips, he slowly spread them apart, stretching her taut, passion-flushed pussy flesh so that the tiny red bud of her clit jutted out like a soft, cum-bedewed blossom. He massaged the sensitive button of flesh for an instant with his thumb, then, still keeping his hands in place, bent all the way down so that his head seemed to his young, eavesdropping daughter to be buried between Rosa's legs. Opening his mouth, Jose put out his tongue and slowly licked her cum-glistening pussy, starting at the bottom, close to her tiny puckered asshole, and working leisurely upward to her hotly throbbing clit, which he finally seized between his lips and kissed, sucking hard on it and darting the tip of his tongue all over it in a back-and-forth motion.
Rosa Eagle's normally composed face contorted in an expression of agonized pleasure, and she bit her lip and dug her fingers into his naked shoulder to keep herself from crying out with ecstasy. Then suddenly her back arched like a bow, her smoothly curved asscheeks rising off the couch as her pelvis lurched upward to meet Jose's lewdly probing mouth and tongue.
Out in the hall, the young Navajo girl watched the obscene acts taking place in the living room of her house with fascination. So intense was her concentration that the voluptuous brunette teenager could almost feel every thrill of pleasure that wound through her mother's obscenely writhing body as her father ran his thick, wet tongue over her nakedly exposed pussy flesh. With a flush of vicarious excitement, Star's own tender pussy was throbbing heatedly, and she could even feel a growing circle of mysterious juices seeping down onto the surface of her sheer, ruffled pajama panties. Almost absentmindedly, her hand slipped down between her legs to touch the fuzzy black lips of her own cunt that suddenly responded with a will entirely its own. Unconsciously, her inexperienced young body began to sway back in forth in rhythm to the lewd bobbing of her nakedly kneeling daddy's head, still lodged between the smoothly sculpted columns of her mother's widespread thighs.
The scene was awakening in Star feelings that filled her delicate young body with intense thrills. Her pussy was throbbing and her mouth was open, so entirely absorbed was she in watching the two obscenely writhing bodies of her parents on the living room couch.
Now her father had shifted his position. He raised his head from between her mother's thighs, and Star could see that his lips and chin were glistening with pussy juices. Since her own hotly tingling cunt was also drenched with a slippery dampness that spread over her fingers lightly, even through the material of her thin, pink baby doll panties, the inexperienced teenager immediately knew that the substance which her father was now wiping away with the back of his hand was the same thing. The thought that he had had his mouth down there on her beautiful mother's pussy thrilled her!
Star began to imagine that the fluttery sensations taking place in her own wetly juicing cunt came from a man placing his tongue on it and licking, and an almost-unbearable rush of pleasure over her whole, thinly clad body accompanied the lewd image, and with trembling hands, the keyhole-peeping teenager suddenly plunged both of her hands down inside the tight elastic waistband of her baby doll panties, all the way down to the naked flesh of her sparsely-haired pussy.
Arching her body to get a better view of what was happening in the living room, she began eagerly fingering herself, scarcely able to maintain her balance as her knees grew weak from the desire her little fingers produced as they rubbed crazily up and down her sensuously throbbing cunt split. It felt so good! The only thing that could surpass it, she suddenly realized, would be ... would be if someone were licking her up and down her pussy the way she'd just seen her father do to her mother!
Now Jose was balanced on all-fours between Rosa's widely-splayed legs, and his hugely throbbing cock rubbed maddeningly against the desire-heated surface of her small cunt hole. Grinning down at her, Jose let the pussy-stretching tip of his cockhead slide tantalizingly up and down her cock-hungry pussy split, driving her nearly out of her mind with the desire to have the thickly throbbing prick fucking deep into her lewdly pulsing cunt.
The reserved older Navajo woman had almost never in her life experienced such irrepressible feelings of sexual craving. Usually it was she who teased her husband and then withdrew, driving her partner wild with lust-inciting gyrations and caresses until he was at a fever-pitch of excitement. Rut this was different. She felt helpless against the uncontrollable waves of naked lust that her powerful husband was creating in her flailing limbs and pleadingly outstretched pussy, and her body was consumed with the need to have his huge, cunt-splitting cock fucking deep inside her hungering pussy, filling her belly to the limits of her capacity and beyond. She raised her hips higher and higher, pursuing his cock as it danced teasingly up and down her pulsing cunt split, trying to get him to enter her. Rut his prick continued to tease her tortured pussy flesh until she clawed wildly at his back, begging him in a raspy voice.
"Please, Jose ... please ... oh, God ... please fuck me ... fuck me now!"
The thickly throbbing head of Jose's cock stopped its incessant rubbing between her hotly grasping pussy lips and slid down until it was poised just above the tiny pink entrance to her cunt. His hands slipped beneath her whitely trembling thighs, drawing them up so they splayed outward and nestled around his waist, her heels digging into his taut-muscled ass cheeks for support. He let his heavily pulsing prick part her dark, curly pussy hairs and insinuate itself into the soft, hot wetness that surrounded the incredibly tight cunt hole, searching, burrowing, sliding inward.
His muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push hard against her, feeling the softness of her pussy mouth give as she opened to admit his massive cock. The little hair-fringed hole between her open thighs gave way willingly, and in one sudden thrust, Jose fucked his hugely throbbing cock halfway up into her steaming cunt.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh!" she moaned reflexively and in spite of her desire not to make any noise. She couldn't help it! Her cunt walls, swollen with desire, clamped tightly down onto Jose's massively thrusting prick and its movements against her wide-stretched cunt were painful. It felt so big inside her! It even hurt each time he flicked his hips forward, fucking relentlessly deeper into her stretched and straining passageway with every lewd stroke. Higher and higher he went, and the Navajo's wife, despite having been rucked by him for over twenty years, had to grit her teeth to stifle the low moans of pleasure-tinged pain escaping her lips.
Jose felt a surge of masculine pride and potency at her sexual response, and for an instant, he held himself perfectly still, savoring the keen sensations of pleasure swelling in his olive-skinned, athletically trim body. His body arched, with his thickly throbbing cock lodged high up in Rosa's greedily clutching pussy, and his blood pounded crazily in his brain. God, her cunt felt good! He loved how good it could feel to fuck, how soft the pressure of a woman's helplessly grasping cunt muscles felt around the swollen circumference of his huge cock. Pushing himself all the way up over her on his palms, he flung back his head and closed his eyes, then began moving his hips slowly so that his heavily pulsing prick made lewd little circular motions deep inside Rosa's naked pussy. He was teasing her, and teasing himself, too, wanting to prolong the unbelievable delight of this encounter as long as possible.
Outside in the hallway, little beads of perspiration broke out on Star's forehead as she watched the lewd scene taking place in her living room. Her eyes were wide with fascination as she tried to get the best possible keyhole view of her virile father screwing his big cock deep into her mother's hungrily devouring belly. The sight of her mother lying naked on her back, the shimmering flesh of her usually haughtily billowing tits falling softly outward toward her upper arms, her long-olive legs spread wide and curling up around her father's back, excited in the young Navajo teenager a sudden sensation of kinship, a recognition of her own womanhood. Suddenly she wished that she, too, had lain like that beneath men and the thought sent a jolt of wild desire knifing through her young body, and she had to bite her lips to stifle the groan of sexual longing that hung suspended there.
Her hands were still pressed tightly against the increasingly damp flesh of her innocent young pussy beneath the thin baby doll panties she was wearing, and it seemed to the heatedly aroused Navajo girl that her whole being was centeerd in the hotly pulsing area up between her slender thighs. It was all hot, and sometimes her belly contracted suddenly in a way that felt very good, but strange, as though her body had suddenly developed a will of its own. The heat was spreading in ever-widening circles, all over her nearly-naked flesh, making her pussy lips suck inward with unrecognized lust, and the excited young Indian girl wriggled instinctively against her tightly pressed hand, her smoothly rounded little ass cheeks bobbing in a lewd back-and-forth motion.
And, her stern, cold father! Star could hardly believe how beautiful he looked, all naked, with every muscle of his back and shoulders down to his ass strained and taut as he began fucking slowly in and out of her mother's hungrily welcoming pussy. He looked like the photos of young Indian braves she had seen in her Indian history books in school. The inquisitive young girl let her eyes rove at leisure over his muscular body. Dimly she knew what she was doing was wrong, but she didn't care! She just couldn't go back to bed now! Her breathing came faster as she watched through the keyhole, and she moistened her dry lips with the tiny pink tip of her tongue.
Almost unconsciously, her middle finger began slipping and sliding between the wet cushions of her sparsely-fringed pussy lips. Delicately she traced the line of her untried cunt split, delighted with the warm, shivery sensations her hands created on her naked flesh. Her wetly probing middle finger was working its way up, up into the narrow little split of her virginal pussy, and her whole body trembled with the delicious feelings that coursed through her quivering young cunt. While her eyes riveted to the lewd scene inside the living room, she was all at once seized with a new idea. Quickly she pulled her hands away from the crotch band of her sheer pajama panties and lowered the flimsy garment down over her slender hips and legs. Setting them down carefully on the floor beside her so that she wouldn't forget them later, she kneeled down again on the floor with her eye glued to the keyhole. Then she lowered her hands to her now-naked pussy flesh and resumed the titillating caresses up between her legs that were exciting her so. She smiled to herself as her new, lascivious idea took her over completely, for in the young Indian girl's imagination, she was not crouched obscenely outside the door of the living room, wantonly fingering her virginal pussy while she watched her father lewdly skewer her mother with his long, thick cock. No! She was a grown-up woman, whose body was moving back and forth and up and down, just like her mother! Star's fingers slid slowly and experimentally up into her own wildly tingling pussy, first the middle finger only, and then, because the hard, stretching sensation felt so nice, her index finger too. She began fucking them in and out, just the way her daddy's cock was fucking in and out of her mother's nakedly upturned cunt, adapting her speed as exactly as possible to the rhythm she could observe between the two wildly screwing adults on the living room couch.
In a bizarre mixture of depravity and innocence, the young Navajo girl, pretending, wafted away on a fantasy. In her mind's eye, she was lying back on the cushions of the couch, her legs spread wide, her eyes looking adoringly up at the naked body of the man who was her father!
Inside the living room, Jose had long since ceased to hold himself motionless over his ravishing brunette wife's body and, urged on by the hungry clutching and clawing of her hands at his back and ass, was fucking deeply in and out of her hungrily clasping pussy in long, hard strokes. Slowly at first, he pulled back all the way until his thick and ruddy cockhead nearly slid out of her heated cunt entrance, and then forward, all the way up between her thighs until he could feel the hard nub of her cervix against his blood-swollen cock, and his cum-filled balls slapping up against her trembling ass cheeks. Gradually, he increased his momentum, carefully holding himself back so that he wouldn't cum too soon, as his whole body had been aching to do from the instant he had first fucked his cock into the beautiful Indian woman who was now writhing almost uncontrollably beneath him. Her blue-black hair was flying in every direction as she flailed her head about on the cushions of the couch, her bare heels digging frenziedly into his fast-pumping ass.
Resolutely he shut his eyes to block out the sight of her lusciously wriggling body, lest the visual stimulus, added to everything else, should make him cum. He wanted her to be right there with him, and that was worth waiting for. He could feel that she wasn't far away from her own cum. Christ! She went off like a pistol from the second he first touched her.
Now he fucked his cock into her full-force, then rotated his pelvis lewdly, driving the voluptuous brunette wild with desire.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnggghhh!" she groaned, clenching her teeth and twisting her hips beneath him to intensify the sharp sensations of lusty pleasure that were rapidly consuming her burning flesh.
"Oh, darling, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
The sex-driven husband was pleased by her obscene outburst. The idea that she was so carried away by passion as to plead shamelessly and explicitly for his cock only increased his enjoyment of their torrid coupling. Most Navajo wives, although warm and loving bed partners, were generally a little on the prudish side about expressing their sexual pleasure verbally, ,and Jose found Rosa's frank avowal of lust always as effective as a powerful aphrosidiac. With an animal-like growl, he began screwing his heavily pulsing cock deep into her cunt like a battering ram, lifting her lower torso with each deep-drilling thrust.
Beneath him, Rose mewled with delight and, clutching his shoulder so tightly that her nails made crescent-shaped indentations in his lightly sweat-dampened flesh, she dug her heels into the couch and raised her loins high to meet him, so that each fuck of his lust-powered cock penetrated her even more deeply. This was the way she liked it-hard, hard and mean, like two mountain cats clawing and biting and half-tearing each other apart.
Star, watching from the hallway, was also seized with an excitement that consumed her whole body. Her breath was coming faster and faster, and her nearly-naked body was trembling and flushed all over. She had no power to stop the wild gyrations of her hips and hands as they clutched and probed each other, her fingers fucking wildly, obscenely, in and out of her tight, slippery cunt. Her mouth hung open, and her young billowing tits tightened like small, round balloons beneath the sheer material of her baby doll pajama top.
"Ooooohhh," she sighed breathlessly, scarcely there, driving in her young girl's cunt down hard onto her own rigidly questing fingers, setting off sky rockets of carnal feeling deep, deep inside her jumping belly. She was on the verge of cumming.
The explosive recollection triggered flames of lust in the kneeling young Navajo girl's body, and her pelvis jerked and twitched convulsively in the first throes of a mind-blowing cum. At the same moment, the moans and cries of her father and mother became louder, as they too, reached the crest of their wave of desire. The ravishing brunette's pelvis lurched upward, trembling all over and grinding down on her husband's thickly pulsing cock, her face contorted with erotic ecstasy.
"Aa ... ah ... aaaahhh!!!" she cried, unconscious now of the need to be quiet. "I'm cumming! Oooooohhh Jose, I'm cuuummmminggg!"
Star's father too, had reached the fiery apex as he fucked mercilessly into the hot, wet flesh of Rosa's ravaged pussy. Suddenly his gargantuan cock shuddered as if jolted with a thousand volts of electricity and in the next second he growled like an animal as a heated stream of cum burst forth from the parted glans of his cockhead and thrust itself deeply upward into the ecstatic woman's wildly twitching cunt. On and on, the turbulent release came, cataplunging the shameless pair to undreamed-of heights of pleasure.
From her hiding place on the other side of the door, Star, too, was experiencing rush after rush of galvanic excitement in perfect synchronization with her father and mother. Her ripely budding body shuddered with raging warmth as she fucked her slender, wet fingers in and out of her ever-widening pussy passage, lost in a frenzy of delicious erotic thrills, wonderful sensations that rippled through her scantily-clad body, and it was all she could do to muffle her instinctive moans and cries of unbridled pleasure, which threatened to give her presence away. Finally, however, it was over, and the young girl felt the tantalizing feelings slowly begin to ebb away. Through the keyhole she could see that her father and mother had passed the high point of their obscene fucking, for they lay quietly together on the couch, their naked bodies still twined together, breathing softly in the luxurious aftermath of their mind-blowing cum. For a moment, the young Indian daughter gazed spellbound at the titillating sight of her handsome father sprawled lewdly across the heaving body of her mother. The young Indian girl yearned to be in her enviable position.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw her father and mother began to stir lazily. Quickly gathering up her limp and dampened pajama panties from the floor beside her, she quietly made her way back up to her bedroom, her slim young body still throbbing heatedly from her self-induced cum.
Once in her bed, her trembling body stretched out under the cool, thin sheets, her mind began to race. She had never seen or felt anything like what had happened tonight. Her quiet, reserved parents had been like wild animals in their obscene passion and she had not been much better, fucking her fingers deeply into her own hot pussy with the same rhythm as her father s cock screwing deep into her mother's cunt!
God, it was amazing, how good fucking felt, and how it reduced so-called civilized men and women into something less than human-like the animals people liked to forget they were.
A lot of things ran through Star Eagle's mind that night-thoughts that she hadn't dared think of before because of their hopelessness. Thoughts like wanting to be a famous actress and running away to Hollywood as soon as she was of age to realize this dream.
Before she had had no hope for a career in films. But now somehow it all seemed so different, as though she could do anything she wanted. It was almost as if by fingerfucking her pussy with her own little fingers she had given herself confidence to do other things.
She could-and would-be an actress now, regardless of the cost. Her dream of acting was more important than anything else in the world, she vowed silently to herself, and she would succeed in that dream!
CHAPTER TWO
Hollywood's most famous film producer, Robert Halloway, drove down the tree-studded street of Beverly Hills. The smell of the sweet perfume worn by the little beauty next to him in the car made his spine tingle with excitement. He looked down at the young movie hopeful leaning against his shoulder, her wavy, thick hair framing her classical Indian features and shrouding her shoulders to warm her body, weightless from a wild night of party and drink.
The smell of her warm, feminine flesh mingled with the freshness of her honeysuckle perfume sent a ripple of desire to his cock. Without waking her, he drove through the stone gateposts and up the long drive to the huge Beverly Hfls mansion. He stopped the engine and woke her gently, helping her from the car and into his elegantly decorated living room and over to the couch where he told her to lie down. Robert Halloway hoped he could fuck her for a few minutes before his son came home. Robert Halloway had two sons, the older was trying to make his way into the film industry, but the youngest was still in college and lived at home. Robert Halloway's wife had been dead for years.
He knew that his youngest son would not be home 'til late, and the older producer wanted to make sure he and Star were through fucking by the time he arrived home from the party he had gone to. He didn't really have to be through by the time his son got home; he was already well aware of how his father took care of his "needs," but Halloway just liked to have everything cleared up-he felt better about it somehow. If Robert undressed her and fucked her her in the living room, he thought to himself, it would be much faster to get cleaned up afterward. Then too, he had a feeling that though the pretty little Indian maid, Star Eagle, had been sending out hot little signals all evening, she might try to back out at the last minute.
"Oh," the young Navajo girl mumbled thickly, stirring uneasily in her alcohol-induced slumber, "Have I been asleep? Robert, darling, I'm so drunk!"
"That's okay, Star," the thin, older man said soothingly, not wanting her to regain full consciousness just yet. "Why don't you just lie down here and get a little rest before I take you home? You'll feel fine in a few minutes."
Robert Halloway was such an important man that Star had to giggle drunkenly at the idea of his taking care of her this way. But his fingers proved remarkably strong as he carefully unbuttoned her low-neck crepe blouse and slid the garment gently off her shoulders, revealing most of her full, sensuous young curves to his lust-hungry eyes.
Somewhere in the back of her alcohol-soaked brain, Star knew that she had asked for this all night long, but even in her drunken state she was a little frightened. She had only just arrived in Hollywood a month ago and it had been a stroke of good fortune that she had known an actress who was invited to the party. The actress had told her that if any big shot asked her to bed, she ought to go, because it might mean a part for her in a movie. So here she was about to lose her cherry for the sake of her career. After all the young men she had fought off in her life, here she was with some old producer about to get fucked and she sensed that it wasn't quite right for her to get the part this way but her drunken condition forestalled any reasonable objections she could come up with for now.
So she lay limply on the couch with her eyes closed as the older man slowly untied the sash that held her thin, black crepe skirt up around her tiny waist, and waited for the inevitable to happen.
Robert Halloway looked down at the sensuously-curved young actress in front of him on the couch and his breath caught in his throat at her olive-skinned beauty. He had fucked his way through a lot of starlets in his lifetime, but he didn't think he'd ever seen a more beautiful one than this little Navajo Indian girl from New Mexico. She could go a long way in this profession if she wanted to.
The drunken young starlet cunt was too far gone to notice as he ran his hotly perspiring hands caressingly up and down her firm, olive thighs, kneading and stroking her warm flesh with his strong fingers. Breathing heavily, Robert Halloway could hardly keep his bulging eyes off the darkly tempting pussy mound beneath the thin, almost transparent crotchband of her baby blue panties, but he knew that an operaiton like this one could not be rushed. It took time.
He had poured enough alcohol into her at the party to make an elephant drunk and all he had to do was go slowly, letting her fall back into a deep languorous sleep before pushing his luck. His cock was practically bursting out of his pants with eagerness, but there would be time enough for her to wake up later when he had fucked it all the way up into the hot softness of her tight, little pussy and then it would be too late for her to do anything but get hot and fuck him right back.
Star rolled over on her side with a low, drunken moan, showing that she was once again almost out cold, and Robert Halloway took the chance offered by her new position to unfasten the hooks on her bra. She didn't react in any way, and encouraged, he drew it carefully down over her warm, seductive shoulders.
The sight of this voluptuous young Indian girl's hugely billowing tits made him gnash his teeth with a sense of lust he'd never known before, and his cock twitched with desire in his suit pants. This was the epitome of his manhood desires; for years Robert had watched beautiful young starlets come and go in Tinsel Town, some making it in the big time, but most of them simply fading away, or turning tricks, using the beauty they had tried to break into the movie business with to get their high-paying "Johns."
But this one was different; she had class and she had the most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen-huge billowing mounds of olive flesh just ripe for sucking and playing with ... she should go far!
"Robert...?" she mumbled, trying to ask him what he intended to do. No words would come out. Then she felt him lift her ass just enough to slide her scant nylon bikini panties gently down over her hips and then her thighs. That was all she could remember.
"My God, what a body," the older film producer said aloud and groaned with desire. He stood back to have a better, fuller look at his prize, unfastening his belt to let his pants drop to the plushly carpeted floor. Buttons flew off his shirt as he ripped it from his body, anxious to press his own nakedness next to hers.
He couldn't believe it. The thin, hair-lined slit of her tight, little pussy was barely visible beneath the softly tempting curls of black pussy hairs which nestled up between her thighs. Once again she stirred; this time she rolled over on her back, unconsciously spreading her legs even further apart and exposing her entire cunt up between them to Robert's lusting eyes.
The sweat of extreme excitement was forming on his forehead as the film producer reached down just beneath the softly curling strands of her pussy hairs and teasingly flicked the tantalizing little bud of her tiny pink clit with his finger. He touched it again and watched lustfully as it began to swell and throb gently and grew erect and full like a tiny cock.
Then, experimenting further, he slowly spread the thinly hair-covered lips of her pussy apart, exposing the wet, pink interior flesh and the entrance to her tight little cunt. Below, he could see the pink elastic ring of her tiny, slightly puckered asshole.
Tearing his gaze away from the wetly tempting little circle up between her thighs, his eyes almost bulged from his head as he studied the huge, trembling tits, slowly rising and falling on her naked chest. Her tits were set high and remarkably close together and slightly flattened now because she was lying flat on her back. His mouth was watering as he bent over her cautiously, touching his lips to one tiny, naked nipple and feeling it suddenly pop up hard and rigid between his teeth.
He chuckled to himself when he remembered that she had told him in her drunkenness that she was still a virgin. Well, if that were true, she wouldn't be much longer. Robert was confident she'd like being fucked; what with a body like that she was made for it!
He looked at her, marveling over her beauty, but her hotly throbbing nipples were ready and so was he. His cock was hard and rigid, throbbing with anticipation and he wanted her naked against his chest. Maybe after he fucked her a few times he would let the word out that another ambitious starlet was in town and hot to fuck.
Better slow down, he thought; getting overexcited would make him shoot off too fast. Already he could feel a few drops of cock juice oozing from the tip of his painfully jerking prick.
He stroked it slowly and lovingly as he knelt over her, one knee already on the other side of her, and for a moment he considered the possibility of just jacking-off and shooting his thick white cum down onto her nakedly trembling young titties. It would avoid a lot of complications and she would never know the difference. No, she would not get away that easy. She wanted a part in his movie and he was going to be sure she worked hard for it. The film producer was crazed with lust now as he hovered over her nakedly passed-out body, not quite sure how she was going to react when she found out just what he had in mind for her. The thought of her ripe, innocent young lips, glistening red from her lipstick, curled around his long, hard cock sent lewdly rising thrills coursing hotly up and down his spine.
He knew he might blow it too soon by letting all these thoughts carry him away. He had to have those beautiful lips just touch against his cockhead once. The heavily breathing older man eased his loins gently forward until the hot, pulsating tip rested comfortably in the delicate, lipstick-wettened furrow formed by her half-parted lips. The warm breath from her nostrils sent a frenzy of sensual electricity through his body and he even dared to move his cock back and forth over her limply relaxed mouth to spread the slightly seeping wetness on the tip over her lips and make them glisten even more. The sensation was almost more than he could stand.
The young Navajo girl's lips tingled and she swallowed in her restless slumber, opening her mouth to sigh deeply and allowing the soft, rubbery head of his cock to drop halfway down between her lips. She moaned slightly and ran her tongue exploringly over the smooth wet surface of the tender underside.
His heart beating like mad. Halloway gasped with pleasure, savored it for another few seconds, and then withdrew his prick just in time to keep his cum-fuled balls from exploding and cumming into her open mouth.
That was a little too close, he told himself, taking deep breaths to try to relax. Now it was time to get her where she'd really feel it. Kneeling on the couch at her feet, he spread her nakedly shimmering legs even further apart as he inched steadily forward up between them, his eyes feasting on the erotic, lust-inciting sight of her nakedly spread young cunt.
He found his hands shaking with lust as he lowered his head slowly, deliberately, down between her open thighs and licked experimentally at the soft black hairs on her vaginal lips. He ran his snake-like tongue lightly around the edges of her softly matted pussy triangle and then curled it slowly, teasingly, up into the delicious narrow slit of her cunt passage, tasting the rising pussy juices now beginning to seep instinctively from her unconsciously responding body. The Indian girl moaned faintly in her drunken stupor from the feel and wetness of his tongue obscenely licking her pussy but it was more a groan of pleasure than protest.
But the lusting older man was in too much of a hurry to spend all of his time just licking her cunt. He had played around long enough! Now it was time to finally fuck his hot-bodied young actress like she had asked for all evening.
His lips traveled up her soft warm flesh as he moved on all-fours over her voluptuously curved body, lowering his heavily throbbing cock down between her widely split thighs to the curl-fringed slit that surrounded her cunt mouth.
Star awoke as she felt the lips of her virginal young pussy being pressured apart by a hard relentless object which was slowly and inexorably forcing its way up into the tight narrow cunt passage between her legs.
"Oh! What are you doing?" Star mumbled, momentarily forgetting that she was getting fucked. The elastic-rimmed tightness of her widely exposed cunt fought back for a minute against his cock and then yielded to the strength of the producer's powerfully excited body.
She was almost instantly sobered up by the momentary pain as his cock popped inside her suddenly wildly struggling body. She tried in vain to squirm her naked loins away from the weight holding her down, but his lust-incited body pinned her helplessly to the softness of the cushions beneath.
"Robert, what are you trying to do? Take your prick out, Robert ... please...." Hut her pleas were of no avail.
Her helplessness only excited the sensation-maddened older man further and he jerked his pelvis forward and began fucking hotly in and out of her virginal young cunt, breaking the delicate, defenseless hymen. She could feel it burst, and then the pain was over. Then suddenly, he withdrew his cock and held it at the mouth of her pussy.
"Okay, sweetie, tell me how much you want the film part and how much you want me to fuck you!" he rasped through passion-clenched teeth. More than almost anything, he wanted to shove his hotly pulsing cock up into Star's little cunt, but he wanted the gratification of hearing her say how much she wanted it too.
Star heard his request, and she was for it. It had been painful when he had fucked into her the first time but then, just before he had withdrawn his cock, she had felt the first twinge of the kind of pleasure that fucking could bring, the kind she had seen her parents enjoy so many times. All she wanted now was to bring his heavily pulsing cock shaft nearer to the tingling flesh of her waiting pussy, and to feel it pressing insistently against the eagerly clutching mouth of her desire-filled body.
"Go on, honey, beg me to fuck you!"
"Wha ... what did you say?" Star breathed at last, conscious that the film producer was waiting for something.
"You heard me! Go ahead and beg me to fuck you! Beg me to shove my prick up into your cunt!"
The astonished black-haired Indian actress could hardly believe her ears. Why was he behaving like this? Was he tormenting her deliberately? Almost as though he was letting her know just how low it was to let herself be fucked just for a part in a film.
"I said beg me, honey," Halloway said again, a note of irritation and impatience in his voice. "Or else forget that movie part!"
Oh God, she didn't know what kind of a game this was that he was playing. She only knew that she wanted that movie part desperately and she didn't want him to leave her in this state of arousal; every inch of her body yearned for the fucking she had never had but had come so close to tonight.
"W-what do you want me to say?" she whispered anxiously, her arms still tight around him, holding him as much as she could.
"Tell me to fuck you," he answered matter-of-factly, but his glittering eyes betrayed his own excitement.
For a long moment, Star hesitated. Oh God, why did he want to humiliate her like this? It was obvious that he wanted to prove to her just how wanton her ambition had made her, how completely at his mercy she was. And she just couldn't bring herself to throw away this last vestige of her dignity. Dignity? Did she really have any of that left? And if she did, did it matter? She had lost something that she didn't really care about anyway, her virginity, and now would give away a career that had been going nowhere.
In a voice not like her own, she breathed softly, "Yes, Robert darling, do it to me ... fuck me!"
The words seemed to explode in the air, releasing Halloway's pent-up passion, feeding the ravenous appetite of his ego, releasing the charged fury of his animalistic desire. His hands tightened on the dark-haired Navajo girl's curvaceous hips and he began to guide the hugely pulsing shaft of his cock toward her wetly throbbing pussy. Then he held it poised there for a moment longer, savoring to the full the young actress's whispered words, reliving the thrill of power they had given him. And then, he couldn't hold back a second longer. He had waited long enough and he'd go crazy if he didn't get to fuck her soon.
Star moaned softly as she felt his pussy-stretching cock press against her quivering cunt flesh. She held her breath as she experienced his tentative nudging at first, and then....
She mewled as he slid his body up evenly between her widespread legs, the juicy inner walls of her pussy opening to receive his invading cock hungrily. His hands kept her hips steady as he continued to glide his stiffened cock up into her eagerly welcoming cunt depths with a smooth, deft stroke.
"Aaaaarrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn ... she sighed contentedly as his heavily throbbing prick finally hit bottom. He had sunk it right to the hilt in her soft, curl-rimmed cunt. She could feel the rubbery head barely touching the mouth of her womb, and she was excruciatingly aware of his cum-laden balls nestling between the trembling cheeks of her ass.
She lay there, thrilling to the very core of her being, exulting in the feelings of sensual delight which were sweeping over her body and which she had until now only witnessed in others. I've come a long way since then, she thought to herself happily, spreading her young thighs even further apart and arching her back like her mother had done so that the full plane of her pussy was wantonly proffered to the older man.
He was thrilled with what was happening. Now that his satisfaction at his victory had worn off, he could concentrate on the physical pleasure, and he could hardly believe that he had fucked his cock so easily up inside the young Indian actress's cunt.
For a moment more, he held his huge cock buried in the soft depths of Star's wide-stretched cunt, and then slowly, he began to withdraw. He pulled out slowly, watching as his thickly pulsing cock reappeared, with little tendrils of her pussy flesh clinging tenaciously to it Then, when just the huge head was still enclosed by the tight ring of her cunt hole, he fucked forward again, this time sinking his prick without a stop right up to the hilt.
Halloway fucked into her cock-stretched pussy with smooth, even strokes, and she was returning thrust for thrust. Her legs snaked up to lock around his lower back, and her arms were still tight around his neck. Her hugely billowing tits jiggled wildly as she churned passionately beneath him. She jerked her pelvis upward to receive his instrokes, the hot, juicy walls of her cunt clinging greedily to his deeply fucking prick.
Star was lost in blissful rapture, her head tossing freely, her beautiful raven hair like a shimmering cloud around her lust-contorted face. Her full lips were bared back over her teeth and her eyes were smoky with lewd desire.
"Oh, God! Oh God!" she moaned almost incoherently. "It's fabulous ... oh, you're a wonderful lover...."
Her words added to the film producer's excitement and his pace quickened as he fucked his heavily pulsing cock up into the hungrily grasping channel of her voracious cunt. Man, she sure was hot! And he could still hardly believe that she had never been screwed before. If she was this excited the first time, what would she feel like after she'd been fucked good a few times and really knew what she was doing?
He had changed his mind about telling his other Hollywood friends. A chick like this wasn't made for sharing, no matter how much she wanted cock. A guy wanted to keep a hot little cunt like her all to himself; there was no doubt about that!
"Christ! You're a pretty fabulous fuck yourself," he gasped in obvious praise, his voice husky with mounting passion as he fucked into her with even more passion than before. Both of them were so preoccupied with their own lewd actions that they didn't hear the car drive up in the driveway and the key turn in the lock Nor did they notice as a young man, looking very much like a younger version of the wildly fucking producer, walked slowly across the hall leading for the stairs, and then hearing a noise from the darkened living room, went over to the door and looked into the room.
He wasn't surprised by what he saw; he knew very well how most of the pretty young starlets got started in the movie business. He'd introduced a few of them that way himself, but was surprised to see his father going at it in the living room. It was a pleasant surprise, though; the party had been a dull one and he had thought that the evening was going to be a total washout, until now that is. And from the way his dad was going at it, he got the feeling that this was one special cunt!
CHAPTER THREE
The two entwined bodies on the couch slapped together wetly, the air resonant with the sound of their fucking. Their voices mingled in incoherent mewlings and the producer's son watched as his father's huge cock fucked up between the girl's legs and disappeared into the greedily nibbling hole of her cunt. He heard her wild gasps of pleasure as his father buried his deeply fucking prick to the hair-covered hilt. Then he watched her tender pussy flesh cling to his cock as he pulled it out, until the burgeoning head was still tightly clasped in her wide-stretched little cunt hole.
He was beginning to get aroused by the sight of his father fucking the beautiful black-haired girl and couldn't help noticing that the girl looked more beautiful than most budding young starlets. She was suffused completely with sensual passion and she had completely abandoned herself to her wanton desire. Her primitive instincts had the upper hand and she had lost all vestiges of modesty. But the Watching producer's son didn't notice anything but the fact that she looked desirable, even though he had never seen her before, and even while she was being fucked half to death by his father.
His cock began to stir with vicarious pleasure as he felt thrills gathering along his spine. Christ, it was crazy to get excited like this, when there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. The only thing he could do really was to jack off, while his father fucked the cunt, but he didn't want to do that. No, he'd think of something else, something that would make that black-haired bitch come crawling for some more.
Meanwhile, neither Star nor Halloway had any idea that the young man was there, let alone had moved to the foot of the couch. They were completely engrossed in each other as they fucked together in unison, each deep instroke of Halloway's cock taking them closer to the supreme moment of ecstasy for which they were both striving.
In a strange way, Star was glad now that she had finally decided to give up her cherry. It had freed her from the last moral restraints which had bound her, and at the same time brought home to her finally and irrevocably the sensual changes which had come over her life ever since she had started to spy on her parents when-they were fucking.
Deep in thought and at the same time soaring bodily into realms of unbelievable pleasure, she was still aware of new movement on the wide couch. She felt as if her heart had stopped. Someone else was in the room watching as she was being fucked by Robert Halloway. She vaguely remembered through her pleasure and panic that Robert Halloway had a son who lived at home. God, could he have just blatantly walked in on them?
Then she felt his hands on her flesh and she stiffened. Oh God, what was he going to do? Why was he caressing her like that?
"Robert, who...?"
"Why it's Daddy's son" the young man snapped coldly and the black-haired Navajo girl cringed from his unwanted caresses.
The producer's son's eyes were blazing with awakening lust, which was increasing with every passing second. His own body was on fire with a wild surgence of passion, and he felt as if he couldn't stand on the sidelines for another minute. He'd had a boring evening so far and now was his chance to make it a little more interesting. His cock was jerking painfully, standing out proudly between his muscular thighs, and his nearness to the impassioned young girl added to his growing arousal.
"Roll over, sweetie," he rasped suddenly, his fingers tightening in the softness of her flesh.
"Robert-" Star babbled frightenedly, turning to look at his son for the first time. Unconsciously she shrank from the look of lustful anger that was mirrored in his young face. He looked like a younger version of his father. She looked up at the older producer and saw in his face the same mirrored lust. There would be no help from him.
"I said roll over; want in on a little of the fun myself!"
The horrified Navajo girl was frozen with shock. But the impassioned older man who was fucking so frenziedly into her pussy from above had heard those heated words as well. Hell, why not? he thought suddenly. After all, she had asked for it and he was his son. Besides, whatever he had in mind might be interesting. Just so long as he himself could keep on fucking the beautiful little starlet, he didn't care what his son did to her.
To her intense horror, Star found herself being shifted. Obviously Robert Halloway was doing what his son wanted, because within seconds, he had moved himself and her, so that she was on top of him. He was below her, still fucking up frantically into her helplessly dilated cunt.
Moments later, she was excruciatingly aware of the older producer's hands on her painfully quivering ass, kneading them convulsively, straining the smoothly curved cheeks apart, making her squirm around in sudden panic.
"Please-" she pleaded helplessly, her eyes trying to meet his imploringly, even though it meant turning her head and straining to see his face. But it was useless, because his lust-inflamed gaze was riveted on the sight of her wide-stretched asshole. He couldn't take his eyes off the dark crinkled circle of her anus, so small and defenseless between the soft-fleshed moons of her ass cheeks. Her words of fear also added to the strange excitement which had gripped him. Hell, she was scared, but she was probably just faking that to make it better for them. He could count on one hand the starlets who were virgins in this town. You didn't stay one long if you wanted a part in a movie.
The fear-crazed brunette trembled as the producer's son continued to stroke and fondle her nakedly quaking ass cheeks. Oh dear God, he looked like a crazy man, the one glimpse she'd had of him. There was no telling what he'd do! And Robert obviously wasn't going to help her! Quite the contrary-he seemed prepared to go along with his son. Oh dear God, what was going on?
She gasped aloud with mounting horror when she felt his finger probing luridly at her cringing asshole. Oh dear Lord in heaven, surely...?
Then everything was blanked out in a wave of unbelievable pain, shattered only by the shrillness of her own agonized scream.
"Aaarrrrhhhh ... Oh God, please stop!" she begged piteously, twisting her ass cheeks wildly in a vain attempt to dislodge the finger that was rammed to the first knuckle up into her sorely stretched asshole.
The producer's son stared down with lewd satisfaction as he began to fuck his middle finger further into the tightly clenched passage. Star's moans of pain thrilled him in a cruel, sadistic way, and the initial stab of sympathy which he had felt when she first sobbed with agony vanished under the crushing force of his lust as he rotated his finger around inside the futilely resisting anal channel.
At last satisfied, he pulled it out slowly, watching with fascination as the violated orifice contracted back into a tiny crinkled opening.
Then, with eyes still lewdly mesmerized by the sight of her fearfully trembling ass cheeks, he encircled his heavily throbbing cock with his fingers. It was swollen and blue-veined, and the impassioned producer's son guided it up toward her cringing anal crack. Without hesitation, he positioned the huge, ass-splitting cock between her trembling ass cheeks, resting it there momentarily.
A shiver of horror rippled through the terrified Indian girl. Oh God, it couldn't bel Oh no, it couldn't happen like that-it just couldn't!
Fear made her shiver helplessly, and all the while, Robert Halloway was fucking up into her greedily gripping cunt. She was astonished at the way her body had seemingly been cleaved in two. In front, she was still aware of and enjoying Robert Halloway's determined fucking up into her clinging pussy, while behind, she was shaking with fear at the dreadful realization which kept creeping into her brain and which wouldn't go away. It was almost as if she were two different persons!
For a moment longer, the lust-crazed producer's son stared at his huge, pulsing cock nestling between the smoothly rounded cheeks of her ass, noting the obvious disparity between his huge cock and her small, fearfully contracting asshole. Yes, he thought to himself, this evening was not going to be the bust he had thought it would be.
His fingers tightened again in the trembling flesh of her ass cheeks, and then he surged forward, forcing his cock up against her small, defenseless anus.
"Please, no! Oh God, please don't!" she begged wildly, oblivious to everything now but her fear and apprehension.
But the young producer's son was equally deaf to her pleas. His eyes glinting cruelly, he stormed forward again, this time managing by dint of sheer force to get just the rubbery head past her tightly clenched asshole.
She wept agonizingly, her spine wracked with unbearable pain. The room swam in front of her eyes and she thought that she was ready to die. Because her mother had never shown pain like this, Star thought fucking was supposed to be wonderful; being fucked in the cunt was, but not in the asshole!
Desperately she tried to wriggle her ass cheeks to release them from the unnatural invader, but her every struggle only seemed to help the young producer's son to violate her even more.
Tears streamed down her face as a mixture of shame and pain rushed through her. Oh God, it wasn't supposed to happen like this! The first time she fucked was not supposed to be painful-and not two men at the same time! She knew that she should not have agreed to even one man screwing her just for a part in a movie; she knew it was wrong but, dear God, did she deserve such a dreadful punishment as two men screwing her at once? No matter what she had done?
Her body seemed split in two as she felt the producer's son forcing his thickly pulsing cock up into her tight little asshole.
"Please, you're hurting me ... please don't ... But her pleas were of no use. She knew that even as she uttered them.
"Oh please, you can fuck my cunt later!" she sobbed suddenly, "please don't fuck me in the ass!"
"It's too late for that!" he snapped in reply, just as he finally managed to bury every inch of his cock deep up inside her tightly gripping young asshole.
For a long moment, he held it there, savoring the sensation and also exulting in the young Navajo starlet's sobbing words. Slowly, he began to withdraw, pulling his thickly pulsing cock out slowly, easing it all the way out until just the tip of the huge head was still enclosed. Then he fucked forward again, this time brooking no obstacles in the path of his ruthless ass-fucking.
Halloway knew now, of course, what his son was up to, and without a word, they began to fuck up into Star's doubly impaled body as one. They fucked their huge cocks straight up into her twin passages, feeling each other's pricks through the thin dividing membrane and pulling out in unison. Neither the producer nor the producer's son felt disturbed by the brunette's sobs of misery and pain. If the aspiring actress wanted to get anywhere in the film business then she would have to learn quickly how to fuck, and how to fuck any goddamn way the powers that be wanted her to fuck!
The cock-filled Star Eagle was at a total loss of words. She could hardly believe what was happening to her. She was being fucked by the two grown men at the same time, one in her cunt and one in her ass. She had thought she was liberated, but she felt ashamed and full of loathing that this twin ravishment of her body was happening to her. She could never have any feeling of self-worth after this....She was nothing, just a tool, a receptacle for the lust of the two men.
It was at this moment that the beautiful Navajo actress realized the complete turnabout in her feelings. Not only had the pain cleared completely, but with it her revulsion had vanished as well. In a weird masochistic way, she was beginning to enjoy the lewd double-fucking of pussy and ass. Her body began to respond to the familiar sensations.
"Mmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnn...." she sighed at last, unable to hold back any longer, as a long ripple of shuddering pleasure whipped through her double-fucked body. For a moment, her desire-suffused body stiffened, and then it relaxed and allowed itself to be buffeted crazily between the two deeply fucking cocks. The producer's son was aware of the change that had come over the brunette girl. Only minutes before it seemed, she had been broken and defeated. Now she was reveling in this obscene double-fuck, thrusting her ass cheeks back to receive his fuck, thrusting to receive his instroke and then flexing them down just as Robert Halloway below pulled out. She sure was a hell of a woman, he admitted grudgingly; he hadn't balled many like her and that included most of his father's young hopefuls.
Beneath them, Halloway was only dimly aware of the writhing woman's total acquiescence. He was almost in a world of his own, his body strung out with pent-up passion, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He was excited at the thought of the mind-blowing three-way fuck he was involved in. As far as he was concerned, all that mattered was the present!
This is really the ultimate, Star couldn't help thinking, as thrill after thrill of unbelievable pleasure swept through her naked body; it was as good as she had always thought. She would never have believed that she would ever enjoy such a crude act as being screwed in the ass, especially never when Halloway was fucking her in the cunt at the same time! She had gone to the farthest lengths that any woman could go for her career and she was happy. And it was all worth it, because there could surely be nothing like this wild three-way fuck that she was getting from two hard-cocked lovers at once!
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh ... I'm going to ... I'm going to...!" she gasped suddenly as she felt herself letting go completely. One moment she was in control of everything, the next....
The room seemed to spin about her and she was conscious of nothing but the tremendous, overwhelming, mind-blowing explosion which threatened to engulf her from the two cocks simultaneously fucking up into her pussy and asshole. Oh dear God, she'd die from excitement! Nothing would ever be the same again, and she just knew that she'd want to experience this again and again!
Her frantic flailing triggered off the two men. Below her, Halloway was writhing uncontrollably, his thickly pulsing cock jerking up wildly in frenzied abandon.
"AAAaaahhhhhhhh ... I'm cumming too!" he moaned helplessly as he released the first scalding gush of his cum juice. Man, he was going crazy, but it was worth it. He sure was glad he'd brought this little cunt home with him. If he hadn't, he might have missed this and he was sure that this was the best fuck he'd had or was likely to have for a long while.
His son was cumming too, his throbbing cock pulsing vibrantly inside the brunette's tightly gripping asshole. There was a crash inside his balls, and hot, slippery cock-juice spurted out of his pulsating dick and rushed up into the far reaches of her helplessly aroused little belly. His head was spinning and red lights were flashing behind his eyes. He felt the world drifting away from him, but still he clung on, emptying his white-hot fluid up into her hungrily milking ass.
Oh dear God, this must be heaven, the blissful Indian girl sighed ecstatically as she felt the twin pools of boiling cum forming into one deep inside her cock-satiated body.
Later, when they had all recovered enough to put their clothes on, they drove Star home. Letting her out at the front of her apartment house, Robert Halloway handed her a letter with his name monogrammed at the top.
"The film's on location out in New Mexico. Be there by Tuesday and you got yourself a part in it. All the info's here, wrote it down while you were asleep." He put the sports car in gear and looked up at her again, "Good luck, sweetheart. If you can act as well as you fuck you'll take this town by a storm one day."
With that he took off down the street, engine roaring, and left the newly fucked voting Indian girl standing on the curb, clutching the letter as though it were her whole life.
CHAPTER FOUR
It made Star Eagle's head spin to realize that it had only been three days since her life had turned topsy-turvy. She had been in Los Angeles for four weeks with nothing but discouragements in front of her over her acting career. Then, suddenly it had all fallen into place. She had been invited to a big Hollywood party by a girl she hardly knew, and once there, much had been made over her beautiful classic American Indian features, especially by the big film producer Robert Halloway. He had even told her that if she went to bed with him he would guarantee her a part in his new Western epic.
She had thought about this offer for the duration of the party. After all, she was still a virgin, even though she had wanted to be fucked and watched her parents get it on so many times she had some romantic notion of saving herself for her husband or at least a man she would love deeply and who would return her love. But all that had been before she had come to Hollywood and found the bitter truth. Unless you had "connections" you had to fuck your way to stardom. She had decided that night at the party that if she could get a part in a movie she would do anything, and that night "anything" had meant going home with Robert Halloway and letting him do whatever he wanted with her body. It would be worth it and she had been right because here she was on a bus in New Mexico, on her way to her first acting job!
She looked out the window at the familiar barren landscape feeling a slight bit of homesickness at the scene but also excitement at the thought that this would be the film that would launch her career. She had the letter from Robert Halloway promising her a part and all she had to do was show up in the little town of Rayo where the cast and crew were staying at the Los Pinos Motel. She could hardly wait.
Three hours later the half-empty bus stopped in the small, dusty town of Rayo and let the beautiful Indian girl off in front of the general store. Exhausted from the long bus ride from California and the scorching heat of the New Mexico afternoon sun, the young Navajo girl trudged up the dusty road, suitcase under each arm, to the sign that read Los Pinos Motel. Mirages from heat waves must be affecting my vision, Star thought as her eyes fell on a dingy, rundown two-story building. Surely they wouldn't put a film crew in a dump like this. This has to be the wrong place. She took a few steps closer to the motel and was relieved to see that her first impression had been wrong and the motel was not quite as bad-looking as she had first thought.
What she had taken for peeling paint was in fact just the after affects of one of the bad desert dust storms. She was right in one thing, though; the place looked as if it hadn't seen a sign of a human for days. All of the windows were closed against the New Mexico heat so Star could see no movement from inside. No one seemed to be there to show her where to go. Then she heard a man's deep voice from inside the bar.
With relief, she set her bags down in the dust and peeked in the dust-caked window, trying to see if there was anyone there who could help her. Inside was a bar unlike any she had ever seen before. The place looked like a Western movie set with its long wooden bar and in front they probably used it for the saloon scenes. There were battered stools that looked like they'd been thrown out the broken windows a few too many times. The only decoration was some obscene pictures of naked women in obscene poses exposing huge titties and asses, hanging on the wall by peg nails.
At one of the small rickety tables in the center of the old-fashioned room sat a bad-tempered looking older man and a dark-haired woman. Smoking a marijuana cigarette that they passed back and forth after a few deep puffs, they looked as if they must be old friends, and they seemed to be deep in some personal conversation.
The dark-haired woman appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Her hair was brown, almost chestnut-colored, which she wore loosely around her shoulders. A perfect thirty-six was all Star could think as her eyes scanned the older woman. She was no more than an inch or two larger around the waist and hips than Star; her skin was tan and taut with no wrinkles giving way to age. She was a picture of youth and health except for an undefinable aloofness in her eyes, almost a strain that followed her cheekbones from her eyes to the corners of her mouth. Star could guess from the company that the woman was now keeping, if the older man was any indication of her friends, and from the vacuous expression on her face, that her life had included many a night of men and booze.
She was sitting with her feet up on the table exposing her tan, tapered legs, and Stars eyes followed the legs up to the cut-offs the dark-haired woman was wearing and finally to the halter top which was no more than two patches of fabric supported by two slender strings. Star swallowed hard as she watched the two seated at the table. The man passed the cigarette to the brown-haired girl after she had taken a hard puff; he playfully pulled one of the slender strings, leaving her hugely billowing tits exposed in their bronzed roundness and began nibbling on her erect nipple.
Star wanted to shout "Hello, anybody there?" but she decided this was not an appropriate time, so she studied the man whose appearance made her flesh crawl. He reminded her of the extras she had seen around the studio lots in Los Angeles, with his dark, greying hair all straggly and dirty from wind-blown sand and his filthly denims that could have stood up by themselves. Star guessed he must be around thirty-five or forty, but it was hard to tell. If the brown-haired girl appeared worldly and hard, there was no description for the man's six-foot muscular frame. Is this what happened to people who lived in the desert or were they part of the movie company and had lived in the decadence of glittery city lights for too long? Whatever they were, the man looked mean enough to fight with the desert snakes over food. Star shivered. How on earth could she hope to fit in here if these were the people she was going to work with? But there was no turning back; not only had she no money to speak of, but nowhere to go. So she took another deep breath and knocked on the dirty screen door, nearly knocking it off its hinges.
The creak startled the brown-haired girl and her burly friend, who raised his head in surprise at the unexpected intrusion.
"Well, who's this? A little Indian come to scalp us?" drawled the greying man, his eyes following her ankles to her neck in one quick appraisal.
"Um, hello ... I'm Star Eagle, I'm an actress for the Western that's being shot out here," was all Star could force from her lips.
"So you're the new little Indian replacement," greeted the brown-haired girl as she nervously tried to get the strings drawn tightly around her hugely billowing tits, and then with her hands finally freed, shook hands with Star. "Star, meet Bill Stone. My name's Mary Ann Lewis. Bill's head stuntman, I'm in wardrobe, and just about everything else that needs to be done around here."
Star wasn't sure whether she should offer her hand, but not wanting to appear rude she offered a friendly shake which Bill Stone took as an excuse to grab her into his lap with his muscular paw and stick a cigarette into her face. "I, I don't smoke," muttered Star, coughing from the strong, sweet smell.
"This ain't no cigarette, honey. Don't you know good weed when you smell it? This here is the best. Here, have a toke, it'll help you say your lines straight." But Star shook her head in refusal.
"You're pretty good-lookin' for an Indian squaw. Big tits too. Maybe I'll trade Mary Ann here in for my own little Navajo cunt," and he laughed with obscene pleasure.
. Star could see the brown-haired girl's anger brewing. "Never mind her tits; she's just going to be one of the actresses. I'm the one you need to cozy up to if you want anything.
"Don't pay any attention to Bill," whispered the brown-haired girl to Star, "just because he's head of the stuntmen while they're on location he thinks he's a big shot"
I got some scenes I gotta go over," slurred Bill Stone as he rolled another joint for the road.
Mary Ann Lewis sat down at the table and rolled one for herself too, thinking this was going to be one hell of a situation. Afetr hearing that the big-ass Robert Halloway, had sent another one of his hungry-cunted starlets out here to be in the movie, she had expected the girl to be a little more loose and worldly but this was too innocent. "She didn't even know what dope was," chuckled Mary Ann to herself. "Guess they're still real stiff about smoking the stuff on the reservations."
"What?" Star was sure Mary Ann was talking to her.
"Oh, nothing, honey. I was just wondering if you would like to have a hit off this joint."
"No, I don't smoke anything."
Mary Ann coaxed the Indian girl to try, but all Star could do was cough and she couldn't hold it in long enough to get high.
"Let's get you situated in your room in the hotel. The manager said for me to just show you right up to it. As you can see, this isn't exactly a tourist spot; the only people who use this place anymore are the movie people or some poor, stranded bastard lost for a few weeks." Star was a little disappointed when she saw the small, unglamorous room that would serve as her sleeping quarters, but quickly decided that for a few weeks it would do nicely.
"You must be exhausted, after coming all the way from L.A. I Why don't you just get yourself some thing to eat out of the machine outside. The studio set 'em up so you can trust them; then you can get cleaned up and relax. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow. You can get acquainted with everyone then."
Despite Star's excitement over finally starting her film career, she was asleep from the second she hit the bed. Her muscles ached from the long bus ride and she hadn't lain down for the entire trip. Despite her fatigue, she had been awakened several times in the middle of the night by what sounded like bar stools being thrown against the wall and strange moans and groans coming from the room next to hers in the motel. "Oh well," Star yawned. "I guess you have to let out steam after being on location all day."
In the morning, as promised, Bill Stone drove up in a studio jeep, painted bright red and looking like it had had a lot of use. They all piled in and Star was rushed off to wardrobe headquarters on the other side of the small town where the studio had built a warehouse to store equipment and sets for the duration of the shooting in the town, and on locations in the area.
It was depressing, the huge warehouse and the dusty desert city. She had grown up in the desert, and she knew what to expect from it, but she somehow hadn't expected the movie's film location to be like the ratty little town she had fled from. But that wasn't really what was bothering her; it was something else entirely, something that made her feel sick inside. Mary Ann had told her as they were walking out to the car that the part she had come out here to play, the one that was going to give her her big start, had already been filled by another actress, so instead she would be hired as an extra. An extra! The whole thing was outrageous. She had gone to bed with a producer and his son just so some other actress could get the part-a part that had probably been filled all along and that the movie tycoon had just used as a false bribe. Her face reddened at the thought of how she had thrown herself away just to be an extra in a movie. She could tell that the others knew what had happened and what she was thinking, especially since it brought a lewd little smile of satisfaction to Bill Stone's face as they walked through the overcrowded warehouse to the wardrobe room. Star leaned against the wall watching Bill and Mary Ann paw through the racks of skimpy Indian dresses and saloon girl costumes; she prayed that Bill would at least have the courtesy to leave the room when it came time to try on these small costumes.
"Here, give this a try!" suggested Mary Ann, holding up a tiny leather Indian costume that must have been all of six inches long from the waist to the hem. "It's just short enough for any red-blooded man to stand up and notice you-good publicity." A few seconds later: "It'll make them cum in their pants."
"Um, I don't know about that," Star whispered to herself, eyeing the v-shaped neckline which she doubted her bra would even cover. "But my bra won't even...."
"Never mind. It's just us and Bill has seen tits and ass before, God knows! Come on, hurry up, it's hot as hell in here," Mary Ann encouraged her. "Besides, you've got damn wonderful curves, as if you didn't already know. Show them off! That's why God gave them to you and they're great for your career."
Speechless, Star slipped her loose-fitting calf-length dress over her head in obedience. She was protected somewhat by a series of boxes on one side of her, but the row of mirrors gave a full-length view of her body. "Oh no!" sighed Star, "This is never going to work," and she could feel Bill's eyes on the voluptuously curved reflection which made her perspire with nervousness. Fumbling at the rawhide laces, Star could feel his eyes on her every move, examining her like she was a piece of delectable steak he was ready to devour for dinner.
Mary Ann laughed at the beautiful Indian girl, when she came out from behind the boxes with her bra sticking out a full three inches above the neckline. "You didn't take it off, silly!" rebuked Mary Ann. 'Indians didn't wear bras; you should know that, you're an Indian. Besides, the director is a stickler for authenticity and wouldn't allow it; take it off and then try the dress on."
Dutifully, Star slipped her bra off, making sure her back was to the mirror through the operation but forgetting that Bill's six-foot frame could see over the pile of boxes. Star had never gone without a bra before, and her tits felt heavy and full and jiggled slightly with each step of her foot. Very few of her friends on the reservation ever went without bras, though most of them in Hollywood did, but then their titties weren't as big and bouncy as hers!
Standing there nude with the dress fallen to her ankles, Star felt a sense of secret relief to be free from the tightly constructed bra she had worn since the age of thirteen, and when she bent over to draw the dress over her hips for another try, she noticed her nipples standing up hard and erect. Why? Her nipples always got hard and dark when she had watched her parents fuck and when she herself had been fucked by the producer and his son. But what could she be excited about now?
She shook her long, silky black hair into place, hoping her long curtain of hair would hide a few inches of her tits. Fastening the Indian girl costume from the waist, she noticed that each time she turned, the wide "V" nearly exposed her brownly budding nipple. She had never heard of an Indian woman waring such a tiny dress.
Sheepishly, Star stepped out from behind the boxes to confront her admirers. "My God! What a body she's got!" exclaimed the head stuntman. "Look at those tits!"
"Just can't wait to get your lips around them, can you?" muttered Mary Ann.
"Do you think this is really an authentic Indian costume?" blushed Star as she turned to examine herself in the mirror. The tops of her hugely billowing tits were almost completely uncovered and she could see the dark outlines beneath the leathery costume, where her turgid, tensed nipples were barely hidden. As she moved, her huge titties swayed sensuously back and forth, and naturally this embarrassed the young Indian girl. If she even moved in the costume either her tits would come flopping out or her thin, diaphanous panties would show her near-naked cunt every time she bent over a table.
"Now for something to wear when you're not shooting. I brought a box full of swimsuits for the girls. It gets so damn hot that the less you wear the most comfortable you are. Star, your skin is olive so I think you will look better in a really bright color to show you off." Mary Ann held up what looked like two scraps of fabric. "Try on this pink one; it'll look great with your hair."
"Hey, you're going to be quite an asset to the set, eh?" Bill said as he leaned on the dress rack to watch Star maneuver out of the costume and into a bikini.
Couldn't either of them understand her modesty, let alone her need for privacy? Her only protection was a pair of thin nylon panties. But even she didn't feel right about trying on a bikini without panties. With a groan of abandonment, she slipped them off too. Now Bill would get a good look at her tits and smoothly curved ass and long, tapered legs. The young Navajo girl was beginning to feel as if they were making fun of her, making her strip before them both for their lustful pleasure. But she knew she would have to get used to being watched if she wanted to be an actress.
The sight of Star in the string bikini made Bill lick his lips in delight. And with no provocation that she could account for, he blurted, "Lady, you are going to take the film business by a storm with tits and ass like that." And turning to Star he said, "Have you done many movies, Star? Ever starred in a fuckfilm?"
"Bill, shut up," Mary Ann snapped. "Can't you see that's a nice girl with innocent ambitions for her career?"
"Don't be a stupid bitch, Mary Ann, look at her tits; she's built for the thing, look!" He grabbed Star by the shoulders and forced them back in a posture so erect it was almost painful. "Most chicks with big tits have big asses too, but she's got a cute little one, and her tits stand out nice and erect all by themselves. It would drive the men wild."
Star felt tears welling up with the sound of his next command. "Star, take off that top and let's have a look at those naked tits."
Afraid not to do as she was ordered, the young Indian girl untied her bikini top, clutching it tightly in her hands. She lowered her head, wanting to run screaming out of the warehouse and get away from these perverts who wanted her to use her body for blue movies and were making her stand there in front of them like a slave in a slave market.
Is this what the movie business was really like? Perverts who made you screw with them for movie roles, exposing your body to everyone who asked, going on location to a hell hole like Rayo?
She had left Standing Rock and the reservation because it was a place such as this. She had gone to Hollywood to find the cleanness and fairytale life she had thought existed there. But she'd been wrong, she thought miserably as she stared down at her bare tits; she should have stayed at home.
Star was grateful for Mary Ann Lewis's concern and help with settling down to life on location, teaching her all the ropes, and telling what and what not to do as an extra if she wanted to further her career. In the few days that she'd been in Rayo she had really gotten the hang of the movie business. Early every morning she and the rest of the "Indians" shipped out in buses to a nearby canyon where a mock Apache Indian village had been set up. There the principal Indian actors would say their lines while she and the rest of the extras pretended as though they had something to do. She enjoyed her job immensely, as the Indian group was small-the rest of the crew and cowboys had gone out to the desert the day before she arrived for some mountain shots, and it was like having a family. But now most of the "Indians" were going home because their section of filming was over and she was staying here to be killed in the last battle scene between the Indians and cowboys. It would be shot in the next few days if nothing went wrong, and then her part of the job was over because the rest of the film would be shot in the studio back in L.A.
The crew from the mountain set would be arriving that night at the motel and Mary Ann had miraculously been able to get rid of the manager for the evening so that the cast could relax and enjoy themselves after weeks of isolation.
"Now, the people who will be at the party tonight aren't the big shots, like the lead actors and directors; the people coming to this party are like you and I, the extras and the stuntment. Some of them are pretty wild. They grew up in rough country and they come in rough and crude. They've been on location awhile so they're going to be rowdy. Now you've got to promise me you won't turn red and run out the door if somebody runs their hand up your leg. You've got to learn to take what these guys hand out if you want to stay in the business and get along with them."
Mary Ann let her halter top fall to the floor as she continued, "You see you're new to them. They've been stuck up there in the mountains with the same old people for weeks now. You are one fine-looking lady and the more they can see of that luscious body of yours, the more they're going to want you around to look at."
The young Navajo girl's heart started pounding in reluctance at the prospect of Bill's friends and her co-workers running their hands up her thighs. Meanwhile Mary Ann was stripping naked, ready to pop into the shower, and Star couldn't help but look at her voluptuously curved body; it looked like that of a young girl's. Her titties were huge and billowing like Star's own tits.
"Bill Stone really goes berserk over boobs," Mary Ann commented, examining herself in the full-length mirror and running her fingers lightly over her own tits and brown, tender nipples, "I've never seen a man so crazy about tits in my life. Sure was glad when you showed him your tits a few days ago. Bill is one guy I don't want to piss off, because he swings a lot of weight with some important people.
"This is what I'm wearing tonight," smiled Mary Ann holding up a light cotton dress that was no longer than a pair of cut-offs. Star gasped. "You have to show a little flesh if you want to make money and get ahead in this world," remarked Mary Ann as she saw Star's expression.
"First, let's get you dressed so that you'll impress the right people. I have a dress that'll really show off those huge tits of yours," she suggested, holding out a short, low-cut dress of deep scarlett, and handing it to Star.
"And try these with it." instructed Mary Ann reaching into her drawer, pulling out a pair of maroon bikini panties.
"But when I bend over...." interrupted Star stuttering. "T-They'll see my p-pussy and everything!"
"That's just the point!" And Mary Ann had won another round. Obedient of her new friend the young Indian girl slid them on, but was disturbed when she felt them crawling up between her smoothly rounded ass cheeks, and they just barely graced her pussy hairs in front.
"Now let's see how you look in that dress!" said Mary Ann anxiously. "What are you doing, Star?" she asked watching the young Indian girl rummaging around in her suitcase.
"I'm looking for my bra," explained Star.
Mary Ann's mouth fell open. "Christ, you want to be a famous actress and you're worried about wearing a bra." Then as an aside, she added, "Well, let's drop that subject for awhile."
Star slipped the loud, skimpy dress over her dark hair and struggled with the buttons to pull them as tight as possible in an attempt to keep her nipples from showing when she turned to the side.
Turning to examine herself in the mirror, Star gasped with embarrassment. She was practically naked!
The skirt just barely covered her ass cheeks and was open in the middle from the bottom of her tits with only a few buttons keeping it from flopping completely open. The dress was backless except for the narrow shoulder straps.
"If my mother saw me now she'd drop dead," muttered Star in shock over her own image.
"When we get back to L.A., I'll take you to some joints on the strip and let you see how little they wear. I mean, if you're headed for Hollywood, you've got to learn to loosen up. So get used to it kid!" That was all the consolation she got from her new-found friend.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Mary Ann put on her makeup, the young Indian actress dressed quickly and went downstairs to the brightly decorated bar. Star walked over to the long bar and straightened the glasses in preparation for the party that would take place as soon as the film crew arrived. "Well, tonight I'll know if I fit in or not," said Star under her breath.
An hour later they came bursting through the door. With perfect timing, Mary Ann rushed downstairs, and made certain everyone was welcomed and introduced to the newest member of the film crew. The men seemed friendly enough as they each took turns shaking hands with her, but coincidentally letting their eyes roam to the cleavage of her sexily ballooning young tits. With the women it was a different story; they all seemed to dislike her immediately, and for no apparent reason as far as Star could tell. Too bad, she thought, I had hoped to make friends among the people I am working with.
"How ya' like the film business?"
"Hey, baby, let's go look at the stars out tonight."
Star was flattered by all the attention she was getting from her co-workers. "Hey Star, why don't you get this tired crew some beer?" interrupted Mary Ann, reminding her that it was their party and they all were tired. Star filled four pitchers with beer.
Surprised she was not as embarrassed as she thought she'd be, Star's self-consciousness gave her a rest. The rest of the girls here were dressed in fashions far more exposing and besides, Mary Ann was right, she would have to learn to not be embarrassed and to expose her body to public view if she wanted to be an actress. Her eyes scanned the actresses and stuntwomen surrounding her. Most were very attractive, some even downright beautiful, and they all looked to be about nineteen to thirty, years old.
As for the men, most of them were stuntmen with the exception of two actors; it was obvious that Bill Stone was the most experienced and clearly the leader. They all looked tough; some had scars on their faces and moved with the swift cat-like movements of the true athlete. Mary Ann was right that they were a coarse lot. Every remark she overheard was obscene and this carried over in their behavior as they grabbed at her legs or slipped their hands into the V-shaped cleavage, as she tried to make them feel relaxed. Remembering that decent girls don't react to such suggestive maneuvers, she chose to ignore their lewd moves.
Star was getting tired from trying to be so nice to the bunch of thugs, so by ten o'clock she sat down in a chair, determined to get some solitude. Everyone was pretty well loaded by now anyway, and it wasn't until she stopped moving that Star realized that the beer she had drunk with the others in order to be polite had affected her, making her a bit lightheaded.
Watching the film crew as they pawed at each other, rubbing legs and sticking hands under shirts, pants, and whatever got in the way, Star noticed a temperament in every man similar to Bill Stone's. One stuntman got in a screaming match with one of the actresses and he slapped her. The actress stood there a moment, anger running clearly through her eyes, and then she lifted her arm and slapped him back. They stared at each other a moment and then burst into laughter and the fight seemed to be over.
A few minutes later another guy approached a tall, voluptuously curved actress named Wanda and neatly untied the back of her halter top. Wanda, who had huge, whitely billowing tits, was in the middle of dancing to the jukebox and had both hands raised in the air, undulating her hips. The halter fell hanging around her waist, but again, no one noticed, and no one cared except for Wanda who laughed as she picked up her top and retied the strap.
"I'd be really pissed if someone did that to me," commented Star to one of the actresses standing next to her.
"Whatever for?" asked the other girl. "We go sunbathing in the nude all the time. Every dude in this bar has seen Wanda's tits; hell it's part of the business. No reason to get uptight."
"It must be kind of hard the first time, you know, taking off all your clothes in front of so many men!" said Star taking another sip of beer, "Tell me how long have you been in the business?"
Annie swallowed the last drop of beer and looked up at Star with a questioning glance. "Let me see, it all depends on what you mean. I've been a model since I was thirteen, and then I did a few blue movies, and now I've got about five lines in this flic, but I do get a lot of close-ups when I say them. I suppose you could say I've been in it for about ten years. How about you?"
"I don't have the experience you have; I'm afraid I've only been in the business for about a month. This is my first part. I did do a couple of plays for school up. on the reservation, but that's all the experience I've had."
Being a friendly sort, Annie recognized the naivity of this fresh young Navajo girl and began relating her story, "Yeah, well, it seems to me that you're doing pretty good to have a job-even one as an extra so soon. Hell, a lot of the people in this room have tried for years and they're still extras and their acting careers haven't advanced at all." She paused for a moment and looked Star up and down critically. "You're lucky, you're a gorgeous chick and that should make it easy for you to get good jobs. It's hard at first to think that a good fucker gets a job over talent," continued Annie, "but after awhile you get used to the idea."
"Why? I think it's terrible that a person has to get screwed in order to build a career for herself in films."
"Boy, I can't believe you naive little actresses!" laughed Annie, "Acting isn't the only 'survivor' profession around. You'll find the let me fuck you or get fired' routine in half the jobs in the world. Remind me to tell you about my job as a secretary one of these days. It beats my film career hands down-or should I say hands up?"
Bill Stone wasn't drinking as heavily this evening, as he normally did, having finished off only two six-packs, and the head stuntman had spent most of the evening talking in low voices with his assistant, Logan Pierce. The two of them were perhaps the best stuntmen and stunt coordinators in the film business, and as a result were constantly in demand by the studio. Their willingness to risk their lives for the sake of the job made their pay high and their living wild. They liked nothing better that to be on location in some deserted place where they could have a non-stop orgy until the movie was finished or until they were. The studio tolerated this because they were the best in the business.
Mary Ann had joined in the serious discussion and the three of them, Logan, Bill, and Mary Ann, sat talking in low tones and drawing diagrams. The stuntmen were planning the next few weeks of stunts. It was obvious that the stunt was a dangerous one, or neither of the two men would have stayed as sober as they were.
The stuntman's assistant, Logan Pierce, looked young and agile, like a college athlete. He had spent four years in Vietnam before he had come to Hollywood to try his hand at the film business. He had gone through a lot of odd jobs before the studio had offered him one as a stuntman. After his first film, he had teamed up with Bill Stone and they had been a winning team ever since. Their imagination and courage in pulling off some of the most dangerous and yet successful stunts in the cinema was already considered part of Hollywood's history.
"Listen," Logan Pierce was saying to Bill Stone while he drew a diagram of a man falling off a cliff, "how can I get into that new little actress's pussy?"
"I saw her cunt first!" snapped Bill Stone. "Don't forget who's boss around here. I thought we'd break it to her gently tomorrow."
"Now I don't mean to make you mad, Bill, but you've got the pick of most of the starlets in Hollywood, and I want this one," rebuked Logan Pierce.
"Maybe so, but I've already seen her tits and I'm telling you, she's mine!" Bill took another long drink of beer. "She may be a little innocent of the way things work when you're on location, but that makes it all the more fun to break 'em in. Now would you get your mind off that little cunt and back on that cliff face? We got plans to make and all you do is sit there with yer fucking cock hangin' out for some dumb little actress, who's probably still got her cherry!"
"But look at those tits. Whew!" Logan whistled as Star swished by, knocking into their table, spilling a few drops of beer which she bent over to wipe up.
"Hey, you really think she's still got her cherry, in this business?"
"How the hell should I know?" retorted the head stuntman and, deciding to tease her a bit, Bill yelled at Star, "Logan here is wondering if you're still a virgin. You still got your cherry, baby?"
"Wha ... what?" stammered the little Navajo girl, "Cherry?"
Logan and Bill cracked up laughing. "I'm asking you if you're a virgin!" chuckled Bill.
"Why ... No!...." and Star's response was greeted with a chorus of laughter.
"Now, we're not makin' fun of you, Miss Prissy, but we all know you're from the reservation and don't you think it's rather unreserved for a young squaw like you to go running around with your tits hangin' out of your dress like that?"
Star didn't mind the slur about the reservation, so much, she'd heard that one a million times before, but it was the insulting manner in which he addressed her, "Well, pardon me if you don't like it," she answered bravely with her hands on her hips.
"We took a vote here and it's a unanimous decision, everybody here wants to have a look at those tits," said Bill getting up from the table.
Roars from every corner of the barroom supported his decision. "Take it off, little girl," and "Let's see them boobs you been rubbin' past my face all night."
Suddenly the beer she'd consumed inadvertently all rose to her head and she thought she'd faint from the stuffy, cigarette-filled room. Everyone rose, taking a few steps closer to the poor trembling Navajo actress who was turning paler by the second. Her only escape was the stairway to her room, but quick-minded Logan Pierce saw her intention and quickly blocked her way. A hand, coming from nowhere, ran up her thigh and tried to get inside her panties, but discovered her nearly-naked ass cheeks and settled for that instead. When she jumped forward she landed directly in front of Logan, who bent his black head over her trembling young tits to unbutton her dress with his teeth. "Come on, baby, do a strip for us like you did yesterday for Bill in the warehouse!"
"Oh, God, let me go!" wailed the frightened young Indian girl. "Oh please, I think I'm going to be sick!"
"All right little girl," blurted Logan Pierce, "well let you go this time. But you gotta understand that next time your superior says he wants to see your tits, you show 'em."
"No decent woman or actress would take her clothes off in front of a whole crowd of people," flared Star and looked toward Mary Ann for support.
"I can see right now you got some things you gotta learn real quick if you're gonna stay in the film business. You need some lessons." His eyes flashed around the room, scanning the women. "Wanda, you get on the bar!"
The room fell silent and all eyes turned to watch as the redheaded stuntwoman walked over to the bar. She was wearing a short skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks and a sweater two sizes too small. Her green eyes flashed at Logan and tension filled the smoky room. She'd had enough of Logan using her for his own ends. This wasn't the first time this had happened; he'd been using her like this ever since he had found out that she had the hots for him.
"Good girl," chimed Logan. "Glad to see you still respect me. Now we want you to show this little girl here how a real actress takes off her clothes."
With humiliation and fury, Wanda's arms reached for the zipper of her skirt. Shaking with rage, her eyes remained on Star, who felt waves of hatred aimed at her. Obeying the stuntman, Wanda kicked off her sandals, slid the skirt over her thighs, revealing a pair of deep-violet panties even scantier than those covering Star's ass cheeks. With a closer look Star could see the panties had a slit in the crotch. She'd seen that kind of underwear in magazines, but never in real life.
This was not a striptease Wanda was performing; it was more an act of love. She wanted to please the man who had asked her to strip. With no effort to appear sexy or provocative, she undressed as if she were getting ready for bed.
But still, nobody could deny the excitement of the scene, not even the young Indian extra, whose eyes were set on the stuntwoman as she undid the last button, shrugging her sweater off her sleek, tanned shoulders, baring her hugely projecting tits and tiny brown nipples. It was obvious Wanda spent a great deal of time sun-bathing between takes and in the nude, no doubt, since there were no white marks on her lithe body. The excitement of the show confused Star who looked down at her own large titties to notice her nipples sticking out hard and erect under her borrowed dress. "Why does this keep happening?" Star asked herself almost loud enough for others to hear.
Wanda's eyes fell on Logan who beckoned her to take off more, so she dutifully uncrossed her arms that attempted to hide her naked tits. Again the uneasy sensation trickled through Star's stomach; she could not tell if it was fear or desire. The thought that someone might notice her nipples protruding through the slinky dress upset her greatly. She wondered what she would have done were she in Wanda's place; would she had stripped naked?
With a final movement, Wanda slid the rose panties down off her hips.
"Is that enough?" she snapped as she stood naked in front of the room full of aroused men and women.
An electric current shot from Star's head to her pussy and her mouth fell open. Wanda had bright red pussy hairs! Nothing hiding the thin red slit where the lips of her cunt pressed together to barely hide the tiny little tip of her clitty.
Star's eyes followed the naked, red-lined cunt to Wanda's dark brown nipples which were also erect and extended. She, too, was excited despite her humiliation at being forced to strip completely naked before the whole film crew.
Then the room fell silent as the tune on the jukebox ended; all that could be heard was heavy breathing. What next? Was it her turn? Star turned, searching out Mary Ann; for certainly she would come to her rescue if necessary.
"You learn your lesson?" Logan asked. "Now you know that when I want you to show your cunt to the world, you'll do it."
As he spoke, the stuntman strolled over to the bar where Wanda stood waiting for her next instruction and ran his hands up the inside of her leg, stroking the soft, delicate flesh of her inner thighs, and finally moved his calloused paw to her naked, redly-furred pussy.
"Nobody's gonna make you do anything, honey. Wanda here had a choice." By now his hand had climbed all the way up to the girl's openly vulnerable cunt and the pretty actress moved her legs apart just enough to let him do whatever he wanted. The stuntman spread the soft, wet lips of her pussy slit, slithering one lewd finger up inside the tightly clinging walls of her cunt.
"No, you won't be forced. The day will come when you'll beg for us to fuck you, just like Wanda here." Then, with his obscenely working fingers he took the naked girl's exposed clit between two of them and milked it gently.
"Does this offend you baby?" he whispered to the obscenely spread stuntwoman.
"No, honey. You can finger-fuck me anytime," she breathed softly.
"Would you let Bill fuck you in the ass if I told you to?" he asked, watching Star's face as he tweaked Wanda's clit again.
"Yes," was her only reply.
"How about giving a blow-job to every man in the room?" he continued. "Would you blow us all off and make us cum in your mouth if I told you to?"
"Yes, Logan," mumbled the stuntwoman, who was by now so out of her mind with passion that Star wondered if she wouldn't do absolutely anything at all that Logan Pierce asked her to do.
CHAPTER SIX
"Star!" someone shouted from outside her room early the next morning. "We're moving out in a half an hour. You better move!"
With a sweep of her arm the beautiful Indian girl threw the sheets off her naked young body, and jumped into her blue jeans and a light cotton t-shirt with Hollywood and palm trees embossed across the chest.
"Where the fuck are you?" blasted from outside the hotel. Hurrying to grab whatever Star thought necessary for the trip, she threw a couple of pairs of panties, a clean change of clothes, and her toothbrush into a canvas bag, and rushed downstairs. She didn't want to get fired from her job for holding things up, and it would be difficult enough facing these people after Wanda's little show last night.
What had gotten into them anyway? Star asked herself, running a comb through her silky black hair. How could someone strip like she had, in front of all those people, not even resisting, and then enjoying it yet! She didn't know how she was ever going to make it in Hollywood if she was expected to conform to the kind of obscene, crude behavior that this film crew had.
"There's that little bitch!" a woman hissed behind her. "It's about time you got your sweet cunt out of bed. How'd you like to get us all fired for being late on the set!"
Star had never heard such talk from a female before in her whole life. If there was anything that offended Star, it was someone attacking her sense of decency. "Why ... I didn't mean to make you late."
"Oh the little girl didn't mean to get us fired?" Wanda's flaming orange hair stood on end with rage and her eyes were hard with a hatred that could almost be felt physically by the young Navajo girl.
And then another voice out of nowhere screamed, "Wanda, get your ass in your jeep!" Star recognized the low growl of the stuntman, Logan. "Get your cunt over there!"
Turning to Star, he commanded her to get into another jeep and be quiet. Everybody had to keep a cool head, for these were the final few days of shooting and it was important that they get it done correctly and fast.
Before Annie climbed into her assigned jeep she turned to Star and said, "Remember, we all work together out here. We have to keep each other in line so no one messes up for everyone else."
Thinking that Star should be made aware of the tension between Bill Stone and his assistant, Annie continued: "Everybody knows that Logan's got the most brains of the two and we all like him better than that ass, Bill Stone. If it weren't that Bill had seniority over Logan Pierce, then he would be the boss here."
"Annie, shut your goddamned fucking mouth!" The voice made Star jump. "Don't start rumours like that; if either of them heard you, you'd be out on your ass in two seconds flat and your career would be no career!"
Star sat down in the jeep Logan had told her she was to ride in and waited for him to finish giving instructions and directions to the other drivers.
With a last-minute adjustment of the equipment they were off in a cloud of dust so thick it made Star cough for ten minutes. Logan had strapped her into the passenger seat, but despite the straps Star almost flew off the seat as Logan's speedometer hit fifty on the desert sands. Bill's jeep pulled ahead of the crowd.
"Where's he going?" asked Star, hoping for some contact with the man who had embarrassed her the night before.
"He just wants to be sure that the road is clear up ahead; we have a lot of expensive equipment on these jeeps."
The scenery reminded the little Indian girl of her own childhood. Her father had taken her up to the hills many times when he had gone hunting. She had loved the wild desolation of the dry desert canyons and she had missed them desperately during her short stay in L.A.
She imagined her ancestors hiding out in the caves of the desert, high in the hills out of touch with all but the strange desert creatures that lived with them in the barren land. The sun beat down on her olive skin, and for a moment she considered taking off her t-shirt, wet with perspiration, as she groped in her bag for the bikini Mary Ann had lent to her. With a deftness almost belying her innocence, Star slipped the string top over her shoulders after pulling her arms out of the sleeves.
It was fortunate for Star that she was strapped in so tightly, for riding over the rough road in the jeep, careening right and left mercilessly, was not like a convertible car ride. Star glanced down at her bikini top to make sure it was fastened securely. Her loosely-held tits were now almost completely exposed to the sun's rays, except for her nipples, hard and puckered, showing beneath the tiny patches of the bikini.
With her fragile, delicate face turned to absorb the warmth of the sun, Star sat up erect. By now she had lost her fear of moving at such high speeds over the rocky desert floor. Between her legs the jeep vibrated gently but powerfully and the vibrations traveled up through the seat into her moist pussy, at first making her nervous and twitchy. After awhile, she began to appreciate the quivering sensation as it soothed her cunt, its massage sending ripples to her belly. Soon the vibrations were so strong that the feeling she was experiencing was undeniably stimulating!
Clearly, Bill was creating his own road. Star looked back to see if the other jeeps were following, but the blowing dust lashed her face and she could not see.
For three hours now Logan had not spoken a word, and Star took it as a hint to sit quietly and not distract his attention from the winding path Bill was cutting through the rough terrain.
"Where are we going?" she finally asked the silent man sitting beside her.
"Loma Prieta. There's a ranch up there where well meet the rest of the crew and then tomorrow we'll start shooting. We'll be staying the night at the ranch. So settle down, we've a long way to go yet."
They finally reached the point of destination just as the sun was about to set over the Los Pinos Mountains. Stiff from the day's ride and bewildered and excited by what was coming before her, Star jumped out of the passenger seat after fighting with the straps for five minutes as the film crew's jeeps screeched to a halt outside of the Loma Prieta Ranch owned by the famous New Mexico millionaire, Rafe Masters.
Never had Star seen such a display of wealth! The elaborate ranch house was located in the middle of an oasis of watered lawns, flower gardens, and water fountains. In the center of the lawn was a carefully built swimming pool designed to look like a fresh mountain spring and in the dry desert heat it was very successful.
"This is beautiful," Star whispered to Logan as he started unloading the equipment from the back of the jeep.
"That's Rafe Masters there," grumbled Logan as he pointed to the tall, distinguished-looking, grey-haired man with leathered skin and glittering black eyes who shook hands with Bill Stone as though they were long-lost friends.
"He's known Bill Stone for years and he always likes to see the film crews come up here. It's awfully quiet when there's no one here but yourself."
Rafe Masters was a well-dressed, slender man probably in his late fifties, who returned Star's glance with one that penetrated her bones and sent a chill of fright through her voluptuously curved body, wondering what new and probably unpleasant experiences would greet her here. She was still feeling churned up after the long ride and there was a sensation of steadily rising heat in her pussy, which would not go away. Star could not figure out what had caused it; surely the vibration of the jeep wouldn't have had anything to do with it.
Bill and Rafe Masters left the group, talking in friendly voices; obviously they had a lot to catch up on. The rest of the film crew followed Logan Pierce into a huge dining room filled with potted plants, book cases, and a bar sporting row after countless row of whiskey, wine, scotch, tequila, and anything else drinkable.
One of the two actors in the group reached for a bottle of tequila and lifted it to his parched lips and then passed it on to someone else. It stung Star's lips, and not having eaten for five hours, and not used to drinking it, it shot immediately to her head. She had never been able to hold her liquor anyway, the old saying of Indians not being able to handle their "firewater" being true. Logan poked her in the ribs each time the bottle was passed to her, and trying to keep peace as long as possible, Star dutifully took a long swig of the tequila each time it was offered.
Raucous laughter greeted them as Bill Stone and Rafe Masters came into the dining room. "There's a little problem," assured Bill, grabbing for the Tequila bottle. "The rest of the crew won't be here until tomorrow. One of the trucks broke down a few miles out of Rayo, so we will be here for a few days extra."
Rafe Masters, removing wine glasses one by one from a wooden liquor cabinet, announced, "While you are here you are free to enjoy the luxury of my home. Here we have room for you to stay as long as you need to" he continued in his aristocratic tone. "When you have all finished with the shooting you all must come on back for a few days' rest and raise a little hell." He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Bill standing beside him.
"Tonight you enjoy my house as if it was your own," said Rafe Masters with a hint of pride. "If you want to take a swim, please be my guests," and he pointed to the patio beyond. "Well banquet by the pool to relax you all."
Many of the film crew headed for the refreshing offer of a swim. Star felt the sweat run down her back and thought of how great the water would feel but on second thought, she declined. No more scenes like last night, she promised herself.
A table was carried out to the poolside by Rafe Master's servants who paraded back and forth with plates heaped with food. Star's mouth watered and she reached for a bite. Her head was beginning to feel heavy from the Tequila and her stomach rumbled with hunger.
How nice it would be, thought Star, if we were just here for a vacation. I could take a swim, enjoy the food, and maybe even feel good about drinking. But I'm on a job with co-workers who are the most crude and obscene people I've ever met.
"I think our guests need a little entertainment," the smiling Rafe Masters announced as he tilted the wine decanter to fill the beautiful Indian girl's glass with wine. His eyes fell on the young billowing tits, glowing from the hot desert sun. The black twinkling eyes met hers, and she cringed as he touched her hand, taking full advantage of the proximity of her right nipple.
"Are you ready, little squaw?" He smiled a lewd little smile as he tweaked her nipple between his hands.
Snapping his fingers he called, "Wine, wine for our guests, and special wine for this gorgeous young thing!" Rafe Master's eyes ravished her smoothly rounded body and she could have kicked herself for not putting on her t-shirt over this nearly nonexistent top.
Servants came running to his command and hurriedly filled the glass to overflowing.
"Shall we all go out by the pool?" Rafe Masters suggested, snapping his fingers at the servants who immediately picked up wine bottles, trays, and open dishes, and scurried toward the swimming pool where the entertainment was to take place.
"Come with me, my sweet little squaw," said Rafe Masters to Star who was not certain if she was going to like the entertainment this strange man had set up for the evening. But she followed him with no argument, as Logan was beside her poking her in the ribs again which she interpreted as "Go along with what's happening. Be polite to your host."
Record music greeted her ears as Star stepped through the doors, and saw what was going on out by the pool. The film crew were filling their stomachs with the food as though they hadn't eaten in weeks.
Someone cleared everyone out of the swimming pool and one of the servants threw flowers into the pond-type pool which floated dream-like on the smooth surface.
A woman and a young girl dressed in long caftan-like dresses, walked on stage in rhythm to the now-softly playing music. All heads turned as the spotlights aimed at the long black hair of the woman who appeared to be in her late twenties.
The crowd silenced as the strange couple walked across the patio and over to the pool.
The pool lights lit the couple from behind, outlining the two women figures beneath the costumes and Star was shocked to see that neither of them was wearing a stitch of clothing under the caftans.
"This should be good," whispered Logan, standing beside the shocked Indian girl.
"What are they going to do?" asked Star, happy that Logan was finally talking to her civilly instead of treating her with scorn for her naivity.
She took another long drink of the sweet wine. "Are they going to dance?" she whispered.
The music was turned up a few more decibels and the show was about to begin.
The younger girl was not as experienced as the older woman in the art of stripping for an audience but she followed as well as she could the sensuous movements of the huge-titted woman next to her as she slowly slipped the caftan off of her shoulders so that it fell in a pile around her feet. Star was relieved to see that they both had on tiny string bikinies underneath the robes. The older woman kept smiling at the film crew as if there was some secret they shared and as she swayed in time with the tempo, she suddenly turned and dove into the water, barely making a splash in the cool surface. The young girl followed her almost immediately and they both swam the length of the pool before they surfaced, the younger girl in front of the older woman. The older woman began running her hands lasciviously over the young girl's voluptuously budding body. The two of them swayed together for a moment in the water, their bodies pressed tightly together front to back, and then the older woman's hands traveled sensuously to where her partner's bikini top was covering her softly trembling titties and she began slowly to untie it.
Encouraged by the savage grins coming from the film crew audience, the young, dark-haired girl smiled shyly as she was gradually undressed. The older woman's fingers undid the thin bikini bra top and let it float away from her sensuously floating titties.
Without taking his eyes off the exciting spectacle, Logan took a long swig from his glass, beaming down at Star who was keeping up with his drinking pace.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked her, trying to make her feel a bit less jumpy. Logan had been to many of Rafe Masters' film crew parties and he knew he always had an orgy. A tingle of excitement traveled up his leg to his cock as he watched her luscious lips wrap around the wine glass to suck more of the wine. He wanted to loosen her up a bit and wine would do that. Keep on drinkiri, baby, he thought.
He had a plan in mind, and she'd have to participate if it were to come off as planned.
The wine would certainly help, and he knew from experience that her inexperienced young cunt must have been oozing with passion after that bumpy ride. And after watching what was about to happen, she couldn't help but get turned on. He looked at her beside him, her long black hair on the olive-skinned shoulders shining in the light, and he noticed how enraptured she was by the woman's assault on the young girl.
The assistant stunt director put his arm casually about the beautiful Indian actress' shoulder, pulled her closer to him, his hand falling carelessly onto her sparsely-covered tits. To his surprise, she did not pull away from him, as he had expected, but allowed her weight to rest against his chest, as if they were old familiar lovers.
The young, dark-haired girl in the pool was now clad only in the skimpy bottoms of the bikini which barely covered the little furrowed pussy mound nestled enticingly between her thighs, and she was not looking quite as relaxed as she had been a few moments previously.. She trembled visibly as she turned gracefully against the water and in time to the music, facing the older woman and gingerly unfastening the thin bra covering the older woman's hugely floating tits as the top drifted away among the flowers still covering the surface of the water. The young girl untied the bottoms and sent them floating to the bottom of the pool. They both were now totally naked.
Even the vulnerable young girl seemed to be surprised and for a moment she stood still in the water, completely losing the beat of the music and staring at the voluptuous white flesh which was floating before her like a mirage.
But the tall woman simply smiled, paying very little attention to the audience, and her massively billowing tits rolled back and forth in the water as she shook her body to the increasing tempo of the music. Her eyes locked on the young girl's face, the dark-haired woman slowly dropped to her knees, her body still moving sensuously from side to side and her hands running down from the young girl's shoulders to her fully rounded hips. With a sudden movement, her bikini panties were ripped off and thrown wet and sopping to the side of the pool. Star saw one of the stuntmen snatch them up in mid-air and wave them skyward triumphantly.
But for the curvaceously budding young girl the situation was not nearly so entertaining despite the crude remarks from the audience. She had been clearly unaware that things were going to go that far and it was also obvious that she was afraid of Rafe Masters since she kept sending fearful glances in the millionaire's direction.
But the grey-haired man made no attempt to interfere, standing on the veranda of the huge ranch house with his arms crossed across his chest and smoking a huge cigar that sent smoke rings above his head as he looked without expression at the lewd act taking place in the swimming pool.
Still on her knees, the dark-haired woman began running her lips lightly over the young girl's soft, trembling belly and Star's eyes widened with shock and surprise. Two things suddenly became clear to her. First, the older woman was to seduce the frightened young girl; secondly, all of this was news to the poor girl who clearly had not known that this was going to happen. At first, she tried to play along with this unnatural affection, continuing to sway back and forth in the water as the softly trembling globes of her tits and ass cheeks moved sensuously against the water.
She felt terribly sorry for the young girl, but the wine had climbed straight to her head and Star found herself admitting that it was a very exciting scene indeed. The older woman's lips dropped to the young girl's scantily-furred pussy and the spectators could all see her tongue flashing out obscenely at it with the rapidity of a lizard. In vain the young girl reached down and tried to push the black-haired head away from her water-covered pussy, but her resistance only made the older woman's eyes flash like a dog in heat; Star was horrified.
But this was the opening the older woman had been waiting for! With a quick, fish-like movement, she tipped the young girl over backward in the water so that she landed flat on her back, and then, moving with surprising speed, jumped over her in the sixty-nine position. So that both of them disappeared underneath the water, reappearing to catch their breaths and then back under the pool. This was raw animal sex, one woman seducing a young, helpless girl, and Star shrunk even closer to Logan Pierce, half-terrorized and half-fascinated by the obscene, unnatural scene that kept reappearing in front of her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Star was close to tears. What was she going to do? All she wanted out of life was to get her career in the films started and eventually get a good movie part that would show off her talent and make her world-famous.
She didn't want to have to watch other women strip and be debased in front of others and she didn't want to have to participate in some kind of sinful orgy just to get an acting part. In her one sexual experience she had never even been given the grace to choose when and how the two cocks that had ravished her would be fucked up into her virginal little cunt and asshole.
Let me out of here! Her mind screamed. I don't want a life like this. Rut what wouM she do if she did run? Deep inside she knew that she would never be happy as anything less than an actress. Besides, she had enjoyed fucking the producer and his son, remembering how she had fucked them back good with one cock in her cunt and one in her asshole. Again these sensations were attacking her, in her tits, her thighs, and her cunt, now dripping with juices of arousal. She glanced over at Logan, his longish hair and broad chest attesting to his brawn, not his brain. If she were ever going to get seriously involved with anybody, it would have to be an educated man.
Already Logan's hands were roaming over her body, undressing her and touching her in places where she was most vulnerable while the will to resist was rapidly flowing out of her.
The room spun around in circles and she felt as if she were floating in a sea of writhing flesh. There was the odor of sexually aroused bodies: shouts of laughter and screams of lust all around her, and she was now naked and lying before him waiting. Out of the corner of one glazed eye, she saw two of the actresses jump into the pool and throw the older, dark-haired woman off the young girl and then pair off with both of them.
Logan was crawling over her and she waited with breathless anticipation for the weight of his body to come crushing down on top of her. But he kept coming towards her as her fogged mind drifted lazily, and she watched his heavily pulsing cock seeming to become larger and larger still as it approached.
There was nothing she could do and Star rested her spinning head on someone's leg as she waited for his huge cock to fuck deep into her obscenely open pussy.
But the lustful, perverted stuntman did not pause as he slid his thickly throbbing cock up over the soft curling hairs surrounding her pink-lipped pussy hole and scraped over her smooth flat belly, tickling her unmercifully. He stopped as his prick encountered her softly trembling tits and, taking his cock in his hands, the rugged stuntman tormented each of her brown, swollen nipples with the wetly seeping head of his prick, exciting each of the soft tender buds into erotic hardness.
Logan was conscious of the fact that some of the other members of the film crew had stopped playing their own lewd games in order to watch his progress. Everyone knew by now that she had only been fucked once before and the crew was curious to see if Logan was going to succeed in screwing the cunt of this newest co-worker. Even Bill Stone looked up from the corner where he was fucking into the faithful Wanda and glared jealously across the room at the younger stuntman.
The tough, hard-bodied young man was delighted to be the center of attention and he hoped desperately that Star would not take it into her mind to start resisting him now. He had gotten off her clothing without any problems and she seemed to be well on her way, but he wanted to do something which would really amaze the film crew and he was inwardly afraid that she would refuse to cooperate when she understood what he had in mind.
Better get her pussy heated up first, he told himself, and he reached behind him and slipped his hand gently into the rich darkness of her softly curling cunt hairs, carefully spreading the pink, fuzz-covered lips between her thighs and locating the tiny, wetly throbbing tip of her clit. As the stuntman's fingers touched her pussy, Star's body jumped as if she had been stung by a bee, but when his hand began skillfully caressing her naked cunt, all the muscles in her legs and ass started their involuntary actions and her hips began grinding helplessly down into the sunning mat on which they were lying.
The young Navajo girl's eyes were closed but she sensed the others were observing her and she guessed that she and Logan were destined to provide the really memorable entertainment for the evening, despite the pitiful efforts of the dark-haired woman and the poor young girl. The idea filled her head with an enormous sense of confusion, and she wished she had drunk even more of the sweet consciousness-destroying liquid so that she could pass out completely and not be aware of what was going to happen to her. As long as she could do nothing to save herself from this humiliation and disgrace, it would be so much better if she simply did not know what was happening!
Logan continued to inch forward, his legs on either side of her ribcage and his ass suspended over her flat, whitely trembling belly. For a moment he toyed with the idea of laying his heavily throbbing cock in the wetly tantalizing furrow between her two, sensuously pulsing tits and forming a neat artificial cunt around it by pressing the soft, fleshy globes together with his hand.
But tempting as the possibility was, he recognized it as merely another form of masturbation and tonight he had bigger plans. Almost all the eyes around the pool followed him as he inched even higher on her hotly heaving torso until his knees were placed on either side of her neck and his hugely throbbing cock stuck out over her face. His ass cheeks, hard and muscular, rested lightly on her nakedly trembling tits and he could feel her spiked little nipples pressed tight against them as he hovered over her.
His cum-laden balls, covered with their dark fuzz, were lying comfortably against the underside of her chin. Logan was virtually certain that this innocent young Navajo girl had never been fucked in the mouth before and he moved very slowly, terribly anxious not to break whatever kind of spell she was under. He did not know whether it was the wine which had induced this unusual submissive surrender, or whether the ride in the jeep had built up a reservoir of unsatisfied desire in her voluptuously curved young body, nor did he particularly care, as long as she continued to lie quietly under him and do as he wanted.
He was about to move his cock forward to her slackly waiting lips when a movement at the corner of the pool distracted him. It was the dark-haired woman who had so lewdly seduced the young girl in the swimming pool a half-hour before. Now the big, curvaceously voluptuous woman, her face contorted into a mask of lust, was crawling along the side of the pool, climbing over couples who were still balling, her fiendish eyes locked on Star's nakedly pulsing pussy behind his ass.
Jesus Christ! he thought. The bitch lesbian wants to suck the little squaw's cunt!
Logan's first impulse was to order one of the other stuntmen to block her approach and eliminate this unwanted interference, but then he quickly changed his mind. As long as she didn't get in his way, what difference did it make? This was one thing he had never done before and what the hell, anything for kicks.
The dark-haired lesbian crawled up behind him, obviously half out of her mind with lust and paying no attention to the laughter which was now echoing around the pool. Squirming between Star's knees and pushing her legs gently apart, the older woman began carefully running her hotly searching lips up and down the delicate, olive-hued flesh of Star's nakedly quivering thighs.
Logan watched the young Indian girl's face like a hawk, vowing that if she showed the slightest sign of displeasure, he would knock the interfering darkhaired woman into the swimming pool.
But Star was apparently unsure of exactly what was going on and only moaned softly as this new pleasure began to filter up her. The moan turned to a little cry of pleasure as the older woman's lips found their way to her already-hotly pulsing cunt lips, and then, with a low grunt, the dark-haired woman found what she was looking for and settled down to lick steadily and gently on Star's hotly quivering pussy lips, sending electric spurts of pleasure up into the tormented girl's belly.
Logan was satisfied that the older woman was helping more than she hindered and decided to let her do her thing while he did his. He placed his hand on Star's hair and gently lifted her head so that his heavily throbbing cock was pointed directly at her laxly parted lips. The girl was obviously still conscious but her eyes remained tightly closed, as if she were pretending to be out cold.
He inched his loins forward slightly until the hotly trembling tip of his massive prick brushed teasingly over the surfaces of her lipstick-covered lips. An involuntary groan escaped from his own mouth as the delightful sensation shot back up into his loins. Pushing forward again, he held his breath expecting her to clamp her mouth closed tightly, or at least utter some sign of protest as he slowly fucked his hugely pulsating cock down between her limp, unresisting lips. This was the critical moment and the eyes of the film crew were upon him.
Then they all gasped with surprise as she simply opened her ruby lips and Logan plunged forward gleefully. He had never in all his life dreamed he would someday perform this lewd unnatural act upon a young girl who was this innocent and this beautiful. Of course, there were a lot of hopeful starlets in Hollywood who would spread their legs or open their mouths for his cock, but none of them could be remotely compared with this luscious young bitch.
He could now feel the Indian girl's tongue twitching around inside her mouth, investigating this strange object which had unexpectedly been thrust into her face. Experimentally, she licked its heavily throbbing smoothness, not yet sure whether she liked the taste or not. She could feel him jerking back and forth whenever she touched the sensitive swollen tip of his cockhead, and somehow she found herself liking the control she had over him.
In a sense, he was now at her mercy. Last night he had embarrassed and humiliated her, but now she could do the same to him; his prick was her prisoner. Star's wine-laden mind was not clear, but it was functioning well enough for her to recognize that there was someone else that she could see working down between her open legs, licking hungrily at her wide-spread pussy lips and tormenting the hotly pulsating walls of her cunt passage with unusual skill and gentleness.
She wondered vaguely who it might be and for a minute she considered raising her eyelids and looking down beneath Logan's heavily hanging balls to see, but then decided against it, realizing that she could probably not bring herself to suck his cock with all the others looking on if her eyes were open.
This was to be her revenge for last night. She was going to suck him until he pleaded with her to stop, until his cum-laden balls were empty and drained. She intended to lick him until he screamed and groaned with mind-blowing passion.
But the big stuntman straddling her ecstatically quivering tits understood only that he was being sucked and nibbled at with exceptional softness and warmth. He had dared hope only for acceptance from such an innocent girl and such obscene passion had been totally unforeseen on his part and the young man was amazed. Her lips made a tight elastic seal around his slowly fucking cock and he could feel her sucking inward powerfully, trying to draw his cock as far as she could into her throat. Even the huge shaft of his prick outside her mouth was warmed and stimulated by the warm breath from her widely dilated nostrils. His hand crept to her hungrily bulging cheeks and he pressed inward to increase the pressure and at the same time she raised her own delicate hands and grasped his cock with one hand and cupped his softly dangling balls in the other.
Star was blowing him as if she had done this a thousand times and the rest of the film crew left off whatever they were doing and crowded around to watch the obscene sucking. Even the smiling millionaire, Rafe Masters, hurried over to the pool side to take in the unnatural scene. The dark-haired older woman paid absolutely no attention to anyone, continuing to lick voraciously down between the young Navajo girl's legs as if her life depended upon it, wishing only that the man would go away and let her have this delicious young cunt all to herself.
Logan began to rotate his ass as he fucked into her willingly ovaled young mouth, stimulating the taut, hardened nipples on her hotly quivering tits beneath with the movement of his ass and exciting himself by watching his own saliva-glistening cock disappearing hotly into the depths of her rhythmically working throat.
Every so often he tore his astonished eyes off this lewd, unnatural sight to glance over his shoulder and check the dark-haired woman's progress. The white woman's face was buried between Star's jerkily trembling legs and the young Navajo girl, her body flying quickly out of control, had wrapped both her thighs around the dark head, locking the woman tightly to her pussy so as not to lose a moment of the delicious sensation.
Every nerve-ending in the Hollywood stuntman's body was beginning to cry out for release and the tension in his cum-swollen balls was becoming unbearable. They were being squeezed in her hand and the tip of his thickly pulsing cock seemed to be ready to burst wide open in the hotly nibbling cavern of her mouth as the inevitable spasm approached.
Then a groan bubbled from his lips, catching him off-guard as the warmth at the base of his spine suddenly developed into a searing flame of pure ecstasy and white slippery juices began to gush out of the tip of his uncontrollably jerking cock like a never-ending waterfall. Moan after moan was forced from his lips as the wildly ejaculating stuntman crumbled over her, the hot fiery spray of cum-juice splashing hotly into the desperately working back of her throat.
Murmurs of joy flowed from Star's cock-filled mouth as she gulped gluttonously, sputtering and choking in an effort to swallow every last drop of the precious life-giving fluid. And, despite the overflow of the slippery cum already filling her mouth, the young Navajo girl continued to suck on him persistently even after his mind-blowing cum had passed, rejoicing in the knowledge that she had achieved her purpose of making this huge, powerful ox of a man cry out with helpless passion. While the dark-haired woman licked more hungrily now up between her wide-spread thighs, fucking her hot tongue deep inside the girl's rhythmically pulsating cunt, Star licked Logan clean like a mother cat washing her kitten, holding him tightly and reveling in the warmth of his cum in her belly as he tried to pull his slowly deflating prick free of her cum-flooded mouth.
No, she resolved, I haven't finished with you yet, and she began to bite and nibble at his cock gently, trying to nurse his cum-drained prick and balls back to life again. She wanted to demonstrate that he was really under her control, and not the other way around. She could make him cum when she wanted and scream if she so desired. Now she could turn a limp cock into a live one even after a cataclysmic cum like the one he had just had.
But as his eager prick gradually swelled back into hardness, Star felt her own body beginning to suddenly flip out of control. Whoever was licking and slavering so wildly up between her legs was driving her insane, and as Logan's responsive cock climbed again to its full height and size she suddenly realized that the whole of her insides were ready to burst into a wild, uncontrolled cum!
Her ass cheeks began to flail crazily up and down on the sun mat at the now wildly mewling dark-haired woman sucked furiously on her hotly quivering clit and the heavy stuntman was nearly thrown off as her naked young tits jerked and bucked wildly beneath his naked ass cheeks.
"I'm cumming," she groaned with a high-pitched squeal, "Oh God, I'm cumming. Aaaahhh!" and her body thrashed up and down convulsively as the film crew crowded close around her to watch the end of this incredible, lust-inciting spectacle.
"Agghhh!" the young Navajo screamed again as the mind-blowing cum washed over her and sent her soaring out into space and nothingness.
She didn't know how long she had been out, but the stars were shining brightly. She raised her head weakly and looked around her. The film crew was sprawled nakedly around the pool in various stages of unconsciousness. She put her head back down and shut her eyes and it was then that she was dimly aware of someone leaning over her and picking her up bodily. She opened her eyes and was horrified to see the lewdly grinning face of Bill Stone. He was taking her into the garden-he, too, was going to fuck her!
She wanted to scream for Logan, but he was passed out cold; she'd seen him when she had looked up. No one else would answer her scream either; they would assume they were cries of passion. Bill Stone dropped her bare ass about 100 yards from the pool, far enough away not to be seen. Star was ordered to get down on all-fours. Bill, naked and hairy, was a terrifying sight! His huge, hairy chest made him look like an ape. She expected him to beat his chest in triumph at any moment. He growled, a rumbling sound coming from his stomach, and hovered menacingly over her.
"Nooooo!" The young Indian girl screamed in terror. When would it ever stop? This nightmare just goes on and on, she thought.
"One sound and I'll make sure that you're finished in Hollywood." And then, sounding like a father talking to a naughty girl, "You just spread them knees and kneel down nice and quiet while we get to know each other better!"
Snarling in Star's ear, he continued his torture, "You and Logan Pierce, you two have been making a fool outta me in front of my own people; I'm gonna show you how just how much a fool I really am. I'm going to fuck you in the ass!"
Oh God! thought Star. She would rather die than have that ape's cock fucking into her asshole. She groaned as she felt his savage hands upon her fearfully trembling ass cheeks.
But the worst was yet to come. She shivered pitifully as she felt the older stuntman's wild, slavering lips coursing the length and breadth of her smoothly curved ass cheeks and she wiggled desperately as he bit into the soft, tender flesh of her thighs. His hands went to work as well, drawing the trembling young cheeks painfully apart and shooting his lewdly moving tongue down into the vulnerably spread crevice of her tiny exposed asshole. Her anus hurt momentarily as he pushed and pulled on her, stretching the tight, rubbery little circle wider with his hotly flicking tongue-tip and an outward pressure of his thumbs, but worse than the hurt was the humiliation of kneeling slavishly on the grass, her knees held wide apart, while a sex-crazed sadist probed and prodded the most sensitive part of her body.
The young Navajo extra felt the head stuntman nudging her thighs further apart to grant him a better view of her tiny, fearfully cringing asshole, but she resisted trying to clench her ass cheeks together and hold him out by contracting her inner anal muscles as hard as she could.
"Open your snooty little ass or you'll be sorry as hell!" spat Bill Stone through menacingly gritted teeth.
How she longed for the courage to say that she would rather die! But the threat was too close for these dramatics. She relaxed the muscles of her thighs and let the vicious older stuntman draw her legs further and further apart.
Now there was a thick middle finger working hungrily at her asshole. She tried to relax her back passage as much as possible to minimize the pressure, groaning as she felt the stuntman's finger sink into her vainly resisting asshole as far as the first knuckle. "Ohhh God!" she groaned, and then felt it slithering further up inside until the palm of his huge, meaty hand was pressed flat up against the helplessly trembling cheeks of her naked young ass. Then Bill sadistically began working the finger around up inside her as she lay helpless beneath him, gradually expanding the opening of her tightly clasping asshole which had been brutally fucked only a few days before by the producer's son.
"You've had it, kid," Bill Stone said obscenely. "I'm gonna stretch your bitchy little asshole and stretch it good!"
Bill was eager to fullfil his threat; he slipped a second finger in beside the first and stretched the tight rubbery entrance to her asshole as far as it would go. He could see her squirming with pain and he hoped it hurt her plenty, the cold, tight-assed little bitch! This was the girl who had sneered at him, acting as if she was something special, and then had laid there by the pool and spread her legs for his assistant, Logan Pierce, the first chance she had got! There was a score to be settled as far as Bill was concerned and he was going to settle it tonight!
He levered himself into position behind her, his knees between her lewdly outstretched legs, pulling the futilely resisting cheeks of her ass as far apart as they would go without actually tearing her flesh, and fumbling with his thickly pulsing cock as he tried to fit the heavy, blood-filled head into the tight elastic entrance of her ass.
He missed the first time and found his cockhead slipping up inside her open cunt that was still wet and slippery from her cum juices that had gushed out of her trembling pussy when the dark-haired woman had sucked her cunt. He cursed violently and pulled himself out for another stab.
And this time he was successful. The huge, ass-splitting tip of his cock popped, with a slight little hissing sound, just up inside the tiny, tightly clenched lips of her asshole.
"Aaaggghhh! God! Nooo!" she groaned in agony, forgetting in her pain that she was under orders to be silent. Her trembling ass cheeks ground downward and away from his cock with all their strength, but the stuntman dominated her easily, holding her helpless, face-down into the grassy lawn. Then, grunting heavily and with a final massive jerk forward of his hips, he broke past the weak defense of her narrow, vainly clenched asshole and fucked his thickly throbbing cock deep up into the flaccidly yielding flesh of her bowels.
She moaned out in shock and humiliation and thrashed helplessly around beneath him, flailing her arms and legs in all directions in a desperate at tempt to escape the vile intrusion into her tender asshole. The jabs were worse than anything she had ever felt before, worse even than when the producer's son had fucked her there. For a moment it took her breath away as she felt the older stuntman's cock fucking fiercely higher and higher up between her obscenely spread ass cheeks until she felt his cum-laden balls smack heavily down into her naked cunt below. He had buried his prick into her asshole as far as it was possible to go and her spirit broke as she collapsed in the grass, impaled to the ground like a pike-impaled prisoner of old.
"How 'bout that, honey?" he jeered, making things much worse for the young Indian extra. It was bad enough being brutally sodomized without having him mock her.
"Ah, wouldn't Logan like to see your hot cunt now!" he said mockingly. "Seeing the pretty squaw take cock up the ass like this. I've got half a mind to go and wake him up and let him come and watch!"
But then, Bill Stone stopped talking and began to fuck his tightly squeezed cock deep up into the helplessly trembling depths of her belly, each fuck harder and deeper than the one before it. He could feel her asshole gradually adjusting to this cruel punishment and this excited him even more. As her narrow, tortured little back passage began to expand around his massive, throbbing cock, the older stuntman started to increase the tempo of his strokes, screwing his prick into her like a madman while she writhed and groaned helplessly in the softness of the grass beneath him.
Then the horrible reality of her position flickered through the beautiful Navajo's blurred mind. She could make him stop only by satisfying him so completely that he would shoot his lewd, scalding cum deep inside her helplessly filled ass. Otherwise he would go on fucking in and out of her like a wild beast all night long and the torment would never end.
The stuntman groaned as he felt the young girl's ass muscles suddenly contract around his deeply fucking cock with all the power left in her battered, mistreated body. The pressure was overpowering and the inner folds of her ass clutched tightly at his thickly pulsing prick like velvet-gloved fingers, trying to milk back at his cock and squeeze it completely dry. She began to slowly, sensuously, grind her hips back against him, rotating her ass up against his pelvis as sexily as she could. Surprisingly, like the first time she'd been fucked in the ass, she found the pain somewhat diminished and she could move more freely without the pounding gesture.
Bill looked down at the beautiful film extra in amazement as her hotly writhing young ass cheeks brought him dangerously close to cumming, studying the pink, hairless little lips of her asshole clinging to his deeply fucking cock on the backstroke and then disappearing back inside again each time he thrust forward. She bore down on him as hard as she could, clamping her now slightly quivering ass cheeks tightly together and tensing every muscle of her nakedly curvaceous body.
Bill Stone accepted this unspoken challenge and fucked into her tightly squeezing ass even harder, but he could find no way to keep that terrible pressure from building up in his cum-filled balls. He would be cumming inside her ass shortly and he knew it and decided to make the best of it.
Star could feel his rhythmically fucking cock expanding within her, stretching the sensitive interior walls of her ass beyond the limits of endurance, but somehow she managed to keep the heat on, fucking her smoothly churning ass cheeks back up at him as if she were possessed by some terrible animalistic fury.
"You little bitch! You hot fucking little bitch!" Bill muttered, knowing somehow that she was getting the better of him, cheating him out of his triumph. But he could not hold back another instant and Star heard a muffled gasp behind her as his enormously throbbing cock burst like the floodgates of a dam and he emptied his cum-filled balls deep up in the dark, unnatural receptacle of her bowels.
She thought he was never going to stop cumming as wave after wave of the hot, rhythmically gushing fluid gushed out of his wildly jerking balls into the depths of her ass, overflowing around his heavily ejaculating cock and spewing back out around the edges of the tightly clamped neither ring of her anus.
She collapsed face-down on the soft grass as he pumped the last of his scalding juice into her battered asshole, exhausted and bruised, but somehow not beaten. Bill pulled his slowly deflating prick out of her cum-filled young ass with a lewd, wet, sucking sound and lay next to her on the grass.
A few minutes later, he rose from the ground and stood looking at the once-again unconscious Indian girl and laughed evilly. He had gotten his revenge,' all right; she probably wouldn't be able to sit down for a week and he hoped that would teach her not to be smart to the big guys. With that last thought he looked around to be sure no one was watching and then he made his way through the bushes and back to the pool.
Star had no idea how long she had been unconscious; it seemed like all she had done tonight was get fucked to unconsciousness. She had enjoyed the first time, enjoyed Logan's cock in her mouth and the lesbian lips on her pussy, but when Bill Stone had fucked her in the ass, it had been a nightmare, one that Star never wanted to repeat. Star had given her virginity to help her film career but that had been for a worthwhile cause. She just didn't like the degrading feeling that she was being raped, ever since she turned around, or if not raped, too drunk to put up a fight no matter what they did to her.
She stood up shakily from her obscenely sprawling position on the grass and headed toward the ranch house and the room that she had been given for the duration of the film crew's stay.
As she moved toward the house, the light of the full moon shadowed her reflection on one of the tall french windows. Startled at the sight of her own lithe, olive-skinned body, she stopped to study her image. She looked like the Indian goddess that her grandfather had told her about when she was a child. A sense of guilt flashed in Star's mind as she realized how lewdly her body had been used lately, but still she had to admit that she was beautiful and she could understand a man's desire to possess and conquer a beautiful body, she told herself as she cupped her billowing tits lovingly.
Her eyes traveled the length of her curvaceously-rounded young form, roaming over her flat, smooth belly to the softly curling pussy hairs. She sighed sadly as she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. Star lay down on the bed, wondering what on earth was going to happen to her, and with these thoughts running through her head, she drifted off into a troubled sleep.
Later, a deafening crash from the pool brought her to her senses and she rushed over to the window to see what was going on.
What was going on outside looked suspiciously like the start of another orgy. Most of the women and men were already naked from the last round and as her big brown eyes scanned the room, Star spied Wanda swimming naked in the pool, while trailing along behind her, his fingers stuck lewdly up her cunt, was one of the stuntmen. God, she didn't see how anyone could live in such total depravity day in and day out. After Bill Stone's brutal ass fucking, she had had it with the whole lot.
Searching for Annie, Star spied her near the patio between Bill and his second in command, Logan. Annie's head was back against a pillar, lolling from side to side while Bill played with her hugely billowing tits and Logan was fishing around in her fur-covered cunt.
Suddenly, the young Indian girl could see no more because Bill and Logan ducked their heads in unison, one headed for her tits, and the other her pussy. Then each started sucking lewdly on his chosen spot.
Bill yanked at the remainder of Annie's clothing and they gave way, leaving her clothed only in her thin red panties. She wrapped her arms around his neck and the older stuntman lowered her to the patio, rolling on top of her and covering her hotly quivering tits with his lips.
Star rubbed her eyes, wondering how long this orgy was going to go on. Never had she seen people making love for so long. To think that all these women would allow themselves to be mauled like that by all those surly-looking men.
"Hey, Bill!" called Logan, poking his boss in the ribs. "Don't get carried away; we're supposed to be coordinated in the stunts."
"Ah, fuck the stunts; I want a piece of this sweet little drinking pussy!" growled Bill, positioning himself between Annie's writhing, widely-spread legs and tearing off her panties.
Nobody noticed the classic Indian features watching the scene from the second-floor bedroom window. That is, nobody except for Logan, who seemed to have an uncanny knack of knowing where Star was at all times.
But he didn't know what she was thinking as she stood there looking out at the orgy going on outside-an orgy she had just so recently had a part of.
"I've got to get out of here!" she sobbed to herself. To hell with her career. She didn't want a part of the wild life of Hollywood. She was just a simple Indian girl and she would go back to the reservation where she had grown up and where she belonged!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Outside by the pool Logan gloated to himself over his luck: not only had Star sucked his cock willingly, but he was going to go up there now and fuck her little pussy like it never had been fucked before. Poor little bitch must be as confused as hell right now, not knowing whether to stay in a business that had so many sinners in it or to go back home to the reservation. She was probably up in her room packing right now.
Logan Pierce had been to so many orgies since his film career had started and this one was no different than the rest He would not miss out on anything new if he left. Besides, ever since he'd laid eyes on Star Eagle he had wanted to fuck his dick into her cunt. The fact that she had sucked his cock just would not be enough.
He halted before her bedroom, and listened at the door for a moment. He could hear the sounds of drawers opening and closing and things being jammed into a suitcase. He was right; she was leaving and it was up to him to make sure that she didn't get away. He pushed open the door and stood watching her a moment before she realized he was there. She was still naked.
"You ain't thinkin' about leaving us, are you?" he chided the horror-struck Indian girl. "We sure would miss you on the set with those sweet titties of yours hanging out of your costume."
Star tried to cover herself with the blanket, forgetting momentarily that she had been stark-naked all evening.
"Now there you go trying to forget about this evening, when you were naked as a jail bird and sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow."
"I was drunk when I did that. What do you want?" Star demanded in a tone of voice she had never used before.
"Now, I think you know that as well as I do; you looked out the window at what's going on by the pool-sucking, fucking, everything you just did a few hours ago with me and the lezzie. You want to be in films, you gotta learn to like the life-style."
"You get out of here!" screamed Star with rage.
His raucous response chilled her tender body as she cowered in the corner holding the blanket around her shoulders. "Or what you are going to do? Nobody cares what the hell happens to you; they're too busy fucking," chuckled Logan.
"Hmmmm, that bed isn't as big as it might be, but we'll make do. Hop in, honey, and lie down on your back!"
The big stuntman walked toward her with a firm, determined look on his broad, handsome face until he had trapped her between the wall and the edge of the bed.
"This is gonna be just wonderful!" he assured her. "You're the most gorgeous little piece of ass I ever laid eyes on and you suck cock better than any chick I've ever had."
"What the hell do you think you're going to do?" asked Star pulling the blanket over her nakedly trembling body.
"I'm going to fuck you, baby," he answered simply. "And there ain't a goddamed thing you can do about it, so drop that blanket and get into bed."
Not waiting for her to obey or refuse, his strong, brutal hand shot out and shoved her roughly sprawling across the bed. In a minute he threw his burly body down next to her. She struck out at him blindly and he responded by laughing at her inept test of strength.
"How you can be so prudish after the way you sucked my cock amazes me," he chuckled.
"I was drunk!" retorted the young Indian girl.
"Really? Listen, baby it's time you wised up. You loved it. So you were drunk. All that did was break down your prudish barriers you've always had and let you swing like you always had wanted to do. Take a look out that window again."
"No, I don't want to see," wailed Star miserably, but the young stuntman yanked the window open and the cold night air from the desert flooded into the bedroom.
The scene resembled some kind of hellish orgy! Everyone by the pool was stark-naked and they all seemed totally drunk. Off in one corner, Star could see the lithe, sun-tanned figure of Annie. She was kneeling down on all-fours and locked in an obscene embrace with two stuntmen at once, with Bill and another man whom she did not know. Arms and legs were everywhere, and Annie's head seemed to be completely buried in Bill's openly grinding lions while the other man was fucking heavily into her from behind.
Logan watched the young girl's eyes widen as she took in the lewd scene, and then turned her away from the window toward the bed. It was something he had seen many times before and the simple sight of a bunch of people fucking did not interest him. He wanted to fuck his cock into this beautiful girl's pussy like he had in her tender, loving mouth.
"When you sucked my cock tonight, I thought my head would fly off," he chuckled, turning to Star, "Let's see if your cunt is as good."
"Like my cock?" he inquired. Logan knew perfectly well that he possessed the largest prick in the film crew and he was proud of it and what it could do.
Star cringed, unable to draw her eyes away from the shocking sight, amazed that she had ever taken it into her mouth and sucked it till its hot cum had gushed out into her throat.
Logan laughed cruelly as she recoiled, trying to squirm away from him on the bed.
"Hey, where ya' going?" asked Logan laughing. "I thought you'd be used to this sort of thing by now, but don't worry, before I'm through with you, my big cock here is gonna be a good friend of yours. Now, why don't we get rid of that blanket and let me see those gorgeous tits you were so eager for everyone to see at the party."
Star found that the strength had flowed out of her body and she lay almost paralyzed as he yanked the blanket from around her shoulders, leaving her naked and defenseless on the mattress, her eyes still locked on the hard, fleshy instrument he held in his hand and which she had so recently sucked in her mouth.
God, she thought, it's too thick. He could never get it all up into her tight little pussy. The producer, Robert Halloway, hadn't had a cock as big as Logan Pierce's.
Slowly, he raised himself on his hands and knees and crawled toward her, his monstrous cock hanging between his legs threateningly.
"Please, please don't fuck my pussy!" She pleaded with him, hoping to arouse some spark of mercy in his hardened heart. If he decided to go ahead and fuck her, she realized, there was nothing she could do. They were making far too much noise by the pool for her screams to be heard and, of course, no one would come to her assistance even if they did hear. In fact, the film crew would probably come to watch. The nearest neighbor was miles away. She was actually out in the middle of the desert with no one to help her!
No, it was hopeless. Her strength was gone and she was naked and alone, completely at his mercy, and worst of all, she had asked for it by sucking his cock in the first place.
His meaty, muscular hands reached her and, with a sudden jerk, he pulled her up against him and thrust his mouth over hers, his tongue snaking down past her lips into the depths of her throat. She lay next to him limply, despair filling her mind as she felt the hardness of his jerking cock digging into the tender softness of her belly.
There was no escape and she realized it clearly as she sensed his hands roaming over her vulnerable, defenseless body. Then the lewdly grinning young stuntman began working his way down the length of her naked, trembling body, running his lips between the twin peaks of her sensuously raised tits until he reached the flat, tantalizing plane of her belly. His tongue darted into her belly-button, tormenting her and she groaned slightly and siezed his hair to pull him away. But with a low growl, he pushed even further down, aiming for the "V" of her thighs and-reaching underneath her trembling ass cheeks with his hands to raise her naked pussy up to meet his
"No, nooooo, please don't suck my cunt!" she screamed in angry embarrassment and fear. But he had squirmed upside down on the bed and thrown his leg over her body in such a fashion that his knees were on either side of her head, holding her pinned tightly down, while his long, dangling cock swung menacingly above her. His head was burrowing hotly between her legs like a hungry rodent and his tongue nicked rapidly in and out of the wetly flowering slit of her nakedly spread pussy.
Star's entire body jumped as she felt the electrifying contact between his wetly slavering tongue and the tiny pink nipple of her clit, and as she raised her head, her lips accidentally brushed the heavily throbbing cock. She turned her head away instantly, hearing a lewd grunt coming from her hotly licking mouth down between her widespread legs.
Logan took advantage of her movement to improve his position, pushing her legs even further apart and clamping his sweating palms against the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She struggled to pull her legs together again, but it was a hopeless battle against his vastly superior strength. She raised her head slightly, trying to avoid his cock and could see down between their two bodies as he poised over her like a beast of prey. Trapped in this unnatural position, the wetly glistening flesh of her naked pussy was offered up to him in helpless sacrifice and she could see the saliva of her own pussy juices mixed with Bill Stone's cum, glistening around his open, panting mouth as he studied the darkly-haired pussy lips.
Slowly, his thumbs moved from the half-moons of her ass cheeks up into her soft, hair-fringed cunt and reached her hotly throbbing pussy lips. With a slow, torturing movement of his fingers, he drew the pinkly throbbing edges of her cunt apart, exposing the smooth, wetly quivering interior to his lustful eyes. For a moment, he seemed content merely to gloat over her nakedness as she lay helpless beneath him.
Then, he snarled like an animal and ground his face abruptly back down between her legs. His snake-like tongue teasingly flicked at the gasping pussy hole and began fucking hotly up into the sensitive throbbing walls of her open cunt.
Her naked body jerked involuntarily as a desperate moan issued from her lips and her ass cheeks began to grind recklessly down into the lewdly creaking mattress as she futilely attempted to escape this obscene assault on her helpless pussy.
"Please, ohhhh!" she cried and then quickly snapped her mouth shut as he jerked his loins lower in an attempt to thrust his huge, heavily pulsating cock into her open mouth as he had earlier that evening. She could not believe that this was happening to her. Oh, god, it was a shocking, unbelievable nightmare!
But for the huge, heavily grunting stuntman, it was far from a nightmare. He listened to Star's groans with keen pleasure, feeling her soft, jet-black hair brash against his inner thighs as he flailed her head helplessly back and forth. Again and again, his persistent tongue fucked in and out of the involuntarily dilating walls of her helpless young cunt.
Logan knew that a woman's body can be forced to act independently of instructions from her brain. No woman alive, not even the most pure of them, could withstand a tongue licking lewdly into her pussy, without reacting in some way. Some things were beyond the control of the mind, and Logan could already feel the tightly gripping walls of her pussy were becoming hot and juicy from her cum. There was not the slightest doubt in his mind. Against her will, she was getting hot to fuck. And, in spite of her determination, there was nothing the poor little squaw could do about it!
Star sobbed as she felt the tiny flickers of pleasure beginning to gather inside her unwilling body and slowly radiate out in all directions, into her legs and up as far as her heaving chest. Her hugely billowing tits swayed back and forth as he ground his hotly licking tongue up into her with increasing force and she could feel the tiny pointed nipples of her naked tits becoming rock-hard and erect, despite her unwillingness to let Logan arouse her again!
His mouth and tongue fucked mercilessly up into her greedily clasping pussy hole and Logan knew that her will to resist him would be broken any moment now. Already she stopped struggling and was moaning passively and submissively beneath him while he slavered over her. She had to give in! No human female could take this kind of treatment forever.
"Ooooohhhh! God! Don't! Please, don't!" she droned on helplessly even as she recognized that now there was nothing more that she could do and she lay quietly, letting him do to what he wished. This is the end, her mind dazedly thought. After this, I will find myself staying here with these people and I will be as decadent as the rest of them. If she gave in now, she would become one of them. She would open her legs to any producer or director who promised her a part if she let them fuck her or she would just let them do it for the fun of it. She had never before realized that a lewd, obscene defilement like this was even possible to submit to willingly and now, god, she was starting to love it, just as she had with the producer and his son, and then earlier this evening with Logan Pierce and the dark-haired woman.
Logan felt her running tears wash over his inner thighs as she thrashed her head back and forth between them and he smiled with grim satisfaction. This would teach the high and mighty little squaw not to go running around with her tits out a mile in front of her and almost asking to be fucked unless she meant it. He'd teach her a thing or two and the fuck lessons were going to go on all night. Before the rest of the film crew ever started to notice their absence, he would have her squirming her haughty little ass around like a heated bitch just like she had before. There was nothing he liked better than taking an aspiring young actress who thought that she could make it in Hollywood on talent alone and showing her just what kind of talent she really needed.
Giving her an extra-deep thrust of his lashing tongue and pulling her thighs up higher, Logan's eyes fell upon the recently fucked circle of her. asshole, nestled fearfully down between the smoothly curved moons of her ass cheeks.
He was surprised to see traces of cum dried and sticky around her asshole-so she wasn't as pure as she claimed; the little bitch had been screwed in the ass tonight. Well, he would really teach her a lesson! He withdrew his tongue from her now visibly pulsating cunt and sent it snaking teasingly down into the tightly puckered little mouth of her ass.
When his lewdly searching tongue circled the tightly closed rim of smooth, hairless asshole flesh, Star felt that she was going straight out of her mind. She clamped her teeth tightly together to deny him the pleasure of hearing her scream, but a strangled half-groan, half-gasp came out anyway and her whole body twitched and jerked as if an electric current had just been jolted through her system.
"Oh, God, don't lick me there, I beg you, please don't," she pleaded uselessly straining in vain to tighten her ass muscles, and force the tip of his tongue back out. The only reaction from the young stuntman was a low, obscene chuckle and another jab with his wetly curling tongue into the tight fleshy ring.
"Aaaaggghhh," she groaned again, feeling a swell of erotic, forbidden sensation sweeping over her body like a tidal wave. She sobbed helplessly, humiliated as much by the involuntary reaction of her traitorously acquiescing body as his lewd, unnatural assaults upon her obscenely naked pussy and asshole. How she longed to be able to lay there coldly immobile, chastising him by her aloofness for having to resort to force and denying him the pleasure of arousing her in the slightest!
But instead, what little self-control she still possessed was gradually beginning to desert her. Logan's tongue slithered slowly, teasingly back up to her wildly throbbing cunt as his lips nibbled agonizingly on her hotly quivering clit, her ass cheeks jerked back at him instinctively and she found her hands clinging to his thick, muscular thighs for support.
She gritted her teeth like a patient receiving a painful injection and fought back against the pleasurable onslaught with all the strength left to her, struggling against the tiny spurts of fire which threatened to devour her helpless body. Logan knew perfectly well what was happening and he redoubled his efforts, slavering his tongue hotly down between her wide-held thighs like a madman and covering the whole of her naked wet pussy with the wide-open cavern of his mouth.
Then, without conscious volition on her part, her helplessly aroused young cunt began to jerk spasmodically, grinding hungrily up against his relentlessly lashing tongue instead of pulling away, and her hands foamed up and down his heavily straining legs. For one terrible, tormenting moment she experienced a wild temptation to open her mouth and lick up at his huge, lust-hardened cock still hanging only inches from her open mouth. Slowly, but surely, she was forgetting about her resolve to go back home to the reservation and leave the decadent film crew to their own lewd ends; now, nothing seemed to matter but the thousands of electric sparks racing up and down her desperately straining legs and climbing through her hotly trembling belly.
The young stuntman was alert to the signs of her impending surrender and he darted his tongue quickly in and out of the hungrily clasping mouth of her cunt. The soft black pussy hairs surrounding the tongue-spread lips were tickling his nose and the lust-inciting odor of her rapidly rising pussy juices were beginning to drive him wild. She's all yours, Logan, he gloated. She's really turned on and ready to fuck now.
The young Navajo actress, through the dull haze of her lewdly rising passion, thought that the maddening licking and sucking of her tortured cunt was never going to end and her body bucked and squirmed in helpless subservience beneath him as his tongue fucked lewdly into her over and over. Then, abruptly, he stopped, raising his head and turning his body around on top of her so that he looked directly down into her face. First he bent quickly and plastered his lips against hers so that she could taste the pungently sweet cunt juices from her own hotly gushing pussy and then he backed off, looking at her with a lewd, sadistic grin.
"And now, Miss Hoity-toity Squaw Actress, I am going to fuck you till you can't walk. Spread 'em baby, my cock's on the rampage!"
"No!" she screamed in response, knowing that she had very little strength left in her. But he ignored her verbal refusal and bent over her nakedly prostrate body, clamping his teeth down over one nipple and biting her until she moaned in a weird combination of pain and intense sensual pleasure.
"When I'm through with you, my beautiful little squaw, you're gonna beg me for it, just like the other girls do. You're gonna get down on your knees and scream for me to put my hot, thick cock anywhere I wanna put it-in your cunt, in your mouth, up your ass, anywhere!"
"Please," she stammered, determined to make one last effort. "Your cock's too big! You'll kill me with it if you fuck my pussy!"
His response was teasing laughter as he nudged her unwilling thighs apart and positioned himself between her legs for his entry.
Star quivered; she had only been fucked in her cunt once before and though it had been wonderful when she had cum, the producer's cock hadn't been near the size of this young stuntman's. But there was nothing she could do about it. She saw him take his hugely throbbing cock in his hand and guide it for ward toward her tiny cringing pussyhole; the fear took over and once again she began to whimper, knowing the pressure it would cause when he fucked deeply into her unprotected belly.
Using the thickly pulsing head of his cock, he parted the soft, hair-lined lips of her cunt and Star Eagle turned her head to one side, closing her eyes and no longer daring to watch what was going on. She held her breath, not even daring to breathe, knowing that it was going to hurt, but not knowing how much the second time.
He flicked his hips forward slightly.
"Ooooohhh, god!" she sobbed, feeling the pressure against the tight, futiley clenched lips of her cum-drenched cunt hole.
Levering up on her with his powerful shoulder muscles, he pushed his cock forward. Christ, her pussy's tight, he grunted to himself, feeling the huge tip of his cock pop suddenly up into the narrow, barely stretching passage.
"Aaaaggghhh! God!" she cried again, feeling as if her very intestines were being penetrated. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"
Logan wondered if they could hear her screaming out by the pool and knew he was fucking the beautiful little squaw actress but decided that the other stuntmen and actors were making too much noise themselves to hear anything. A pity, because he would have enjoyed it if someone below had heard the commotion and come out to investigate, finding him fucking his way steadily into her delicate, al most-unused little cunt. If they had another orgy tomorrow night, he resolved he would make her strip down and fuck her in front of them all.
The beautiful Indian girl murmured again with the momentary pain, and he looked down on her fear-contorted face. He was making the stuck-up little extra enjoy herself, and he was enjoying every minute of it. Her "holier-than-thou" attitude would be gone forever when he had finished fucking her and she would never be the same again. Spread-eagled below him she was writhing, panting, groaning, and gasping for breath, reduced now to a defenseless, quivering mass of naked flesh and nothing more.
He grinned arrogantly and forced his cock up inside her another inch or two, feeling the hot, juicy walls of her tightly clasping cunt passage yield unwillingly before the massive force of his thickly pulsing cock. There was no stopping him now and he flexed his ass muscles tightly and shoved himself home, fucking his huge cock in to the hilt and pushing the softly clinging flesh of her cunt before him. Then, with a heavy grunt, he had slammed it all the way into her, not stopping until his heavy, cum-laden balls slapped flatly up against the defenselessly trembling cheeks of her ass.
"Ooooohhhhh god!" she groaned beneath him in hopelessness. This was different from the first time; it was a sensation unlike anything else she had ever felt before in her life and her pussy felt as if it had been forced apart by the blunted end of a log, never to be whole again. His hugely throbbing cock seemed to fill her cunt, walls completely and she could feel every tiny ridge and indentation as it lodged itself snugly up in her cruelly stretched young belly.
The young stuntman let his weight settle down on her, crushing her nakedly writhing ass cheeks further into the lewdly squeaking mattress and flattening her hotly throbbing tits with his chest. He flexed his prick gently, tensing as hard as he could, curious to see what effect it would have on her.
"Uuuuprh," she groaned in response, her normally beautiful face now twisted with the pain and humiliation of lying widespread and naked beneath him this way.
"Like my cock in your pussy?" he asked mockingly, flexing it again to make her moan a second time. "You're gonna like fucking even better before I get through. Tell me, how does it feel to have a real man's cock fucking up inside your hot little cunt? Huh?"
"Oh, please," she cried desperately. "Don't fuck it in any further!"
"Honey. you don't wanna quit yet," he gloated over her, "the fun is just beginning!"
Seeing that her last reserves of resistance were almost broken, Logan began a slow, gently rocking motion back and forth between her wide-stretched thighs. He could feel her tightly gripping pussy walls loosening ud slightly with each successive inward fuck and he realized he was moving more freely now, meaning that her pussy walls were starting to get slippery with hotly gushing juices of desire.
It won't take long now, he assured himself as he fucked slowly in and out between her open legs. He had started her off well by sucking her cunt; in spite of herself, she had begun to enjoy it. And now, once the momentary soreness of her pussy had passed, he would have her enjoying being fucked too, just as she had enjoyed sucking his cock.
Logan Pierce wanted to transform this beautiful young Navajo into a squealing mass of helpless desire! He wanted to see her squirming to a desperate, uncontrollable desire, and he wanted to watch those mountainously trembling tits of hers swell up with excitement until they threatened to explode on her chest. He wanted her long, tapered legs locked voluntarily up around his back, urging him to fuck her pussy with greater efforts, and he wanted to hear her babble out words like fuck, cock, and cunt when he emptied his balls deep up into her ravenously devouring young cunt....
He had known, somehow, the moment he had laid eyes on her, that there was a hot, sensual streak hidden in her somewhere just waiting for the right touch to bring it roaring out. Then, when she had almost willingly taken his cock into her mouth and when he had first fucked his tongue up her pussy and felt the first slow, but certain pulsations of excitement begin, he had known that he was on the right track. Now, it was merely a question of time before she snaked her legs up behind his back and screamed for more of his cock.
The young stuntman stepped up the pace slightly, raising himself up on his hands and knees and fucking almost straight down into her cunt so that his heavily throbbing prick would slide directly across the tiny, hotly quivering bud of her clit.
She had stopped groaning for mercy now and he knew that the moment was approaching when he would have her moaning with pleasure. Star Eagle's thighs began to twitch and jerk inward slightly, despite her firm resolution not to submit, and she groaned incessantly as his mouth slavered over hers, her tongue making tentative little return probes up into his tightly locked lips.
The discomfort was gone now completely and her body felt alive and on fire, filled with strange, masochistic pleasure. The beautiful Indian face which had been creased by lines of pain a few minutes before was now contorting and grimacing with her growing passion.
There was a moment of great tension as if she were teetering on the edge of a cliff and then she completely tumbled over the side! It was like falling or floating and the pain and fear down between her legs were forgotten as though it had never existed. Uncontrolled abandon filled her long, sleekly straining legs and they jerked and quivered wildly on either side of his deeply fucking cock. Her eyes were gently closed as if she were sleeping. But her legs were open wide in acceptance now and her tongue swirled its way persistently up into his mouth. Gone were the groans of discomfort; the sounds that spilled from her excitedly heaving chest were now cries of delight and intense pleasure.
Logan sensed what was happening every step of the way and worked like a madman to reduce her to a quivering mass of flesh, subtly shifting the rhythm of his hard, piston-like strokes. He fucked into her now with long, smooth thrusts, withdrawing his heavily pulsing cock out almost to the lips of her now hungrily devouring cunt on the backstroke and then all the way to the depths of her womb on the forward stroke, screwing so far into her that his heavy cum-filled balls slapped heavily and noisily into her nakedly trembling ass cheeks each time he thrust himself forward.
Her naked body began to twitch and writhe more strenuously now as he fucked rhythmically into her and a light, fine sweat broke out over her skin. Her nostrils flared sensuously and low hums of submission and pleasure broke from her throat.
Logan lowered his chest onto her, delighted as he felt himself supported by the twin cushions of her esctatically quivering titties, the two hard little nipples digging hotly into his skin. His hands now free for other work, he slipped them gently down over her soft, smoothly working hips and cupped the trembling cheeks of her ass, taking one in each hand. The smoothly curved moons were flexing and moving sensuously now between his fingers and he pulled her open loins even closer up to him, opening the crevice between her thighs wider and fucking into her obscenely stretched pussy to greater and greater depths.
As he explored the mysteries up between her legs with his hands, one of his fingers passed lightly over the tiny, well-fucked little circle of her asshole and a further thought occurred to his lust-driven mind.
Her asshole was wonderfully soft and warm to the touch and he ran his finger over it two or three times, feeling her body jerk away each time he touched the sensitive, hairless little ring of flesh. Then, sliding his finger toward her greedily milking pussy and feeling his heavily pulsing cock fucking into her, he wet it slightly in the hot, wet juices gushing from her cunt and teased it down again to the rhythmically flexing lips of her asshole. Wetting it slightly with the pussy juices, he abruptly ground it inward. He caught her off-guard and penetrated her as far as the first knuckle before he felt the momentarily shocked sponginess tighten desperately around his finger.
"Ooooohhhh god!" she groaned out in protest, memories of the painful fucking Bill Stone had given her there flooding her mind. But her futile cries of half-protest, half-passion, were music to Logan's ears and he wormed his finger into her more insistently, working it in as far as it would go and then rotating it around inside, widening and stretching the soft rubbery interior of her vainly protesting asshole. Another finger followed the first and once again he felt the resistance drop away from her like a discarded coat. There was no strength left in her to fight him now and he felt her ass gradually adjust to this unnatural, depraved invasion.
He grinned evilly to himself as he felt her slowly begin to react with pleasure to this twin fucking of her loins. Doubly penetrated, she gave a low submissive grunt and began mewling hotly, wetly, up into his mouth and screwing her ass all the way back against the palm of his hand while her cunt continued to writhe and twist in a slow uncontrolled passion now around the deeply fucking shaft of his prick.
With the fingers of his other hand, he teasingly circled around the plunging hardness of his prick thrusting deeply into her cunt and found the pinkly jerking tip of her desire-swollen clit. Pinching it softly between his thumb and forefinger, he teased it back and forth, bringing new cries of abandoned ecstasy to her lips. He fucked into her like a madman as he felt her pussy opening up to him as fully as it could, as if she wanted to take all of his cock up inside of her, to smother and drown him in the wetness of her womb.
He knew she was ready to cum and the heavily sweating stuntman increased the velocity of his strokes up into her, fucking wildly between her open thighs and worming his fingers farther and farther into the hotly clutching depths of her ass.
Moving of their own accord, her desperately straining legs climbed higher on his back and she unconsciously spread them wider and used the muscles of her inner thighs to pull his prick into her more deeply. The room was filled with grunts and cries, plus the rhythmic sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh created each time his cock crashed brutally into the widely split crevice of her hungrily sucking young pussy.
She seemed to have become another woman, a different person entirely. Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching cum, her tongue swirling crazily up into his mouth, and her huge tits seemed to grow in size as the rock-hard nipples bored into his chest like tiny spikes.
"Ohhhhoooohhh!" she was whimpering up into his hotly slavering lips as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her tightly locked cunt begin to contract and expand fiercely around his deeply fucking prick. He quickened his stroke again, wanting to make this a cum she would remember all her life, one she would never forget!
Then he felt her body lurch momentarily out of control, the muscles in her pussy clawing and sucking at his lewdly jerking cock as if she wanted to crush it out of existence. She was panting and suddenly he knew that the end was in sight for him too.
And then, they came together and it seemed for an instant as if they were not two people but one. Star could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began, and her legs seemed to shoot into independent cums of their own. A deep, searing sensation built up into her quivering body and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits as she felt his cum-filled balls suddenly explode and begin to jerk down in the wide-split crevice of her open ass cheeks as his pent-up juices flood hotly into her womb, touching and filling her in places up inside her thirstily accepting belly that she never dreamed could ever be reached.
A low, pagan-like groan escaped his lips as she screamed out her fulfillment and the two of them licked and ground into each other's mouths like animals with their bodies jerking convulsively and nakedly against each other below.
The mind-blowing cum passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her. Neither one of them moved as her cum-filled pussy slowly relaxed and throbbed to a squeezing tightness around his deflating prick.
As the fog cleared from the young Indian girl's mind, she was left with a feeling of deep confusion. There was no doubt she had been fucked; and that was the word. She had been fucked good and proper; the other times had been chicken-shit compared with this. A short time ago she had never seen this man before, and now, he had forced his way into her life and raped her and instead of resisting him or at least lying there cold while he fucked his cock into her pussy, she had behaved precisely the way all the other women in the film crew did, waving her thighs in the air and screaming out for more as though she were the lowest of whores.
How should she treat him now? She could hardly order him out of the room. There was no doubt she had consented, after remembering the obscene things she had done tonight. She had been tonguefucked out of her skull by a lesbian, sucked a man's balls dry and swallowed his cum like a two-dollar whore, been fucked in the ass by a sex-maniac, and now had had her hot little pussy fucked to a wildly screaming cum by a man who had literally forced his way into her room. God, what the hell else could happen to her???
CHAPTER NINE
The party had gone on all night and because the rest of the film crew wouldn't be arriving until later in the afternoon, it was still going full blast, though most of them had moved indoors and out of the scalding New Mexico sunshine.
Star Eagle looked out the window of her room and down onto the few people who had remained around the pool. The clear, sparkling water looked divine to the young Indian extra, cool and sparkling, a relief to her confused thoughts. She had been so sure last night before Logan had come into her room and fucked her, that the life in the movie business was not for her. This life would be her ruin. Then-presto-Logan had fucked her and in he light of her mind-blowing cum, she had changed her mind; now she was undecided with nothing but the memory of her wonderful cums to convince her that show business was for her. She needed space and time to think, to figure things out without any interference! The first place to start would be with a swim; it might clear her head of the mass of thoughts crowding it so closely.
Bill Stone had stationed himself in a strategic position by the door to the patio to keep a lusting eye out for the young movie extra. He knew that Logan Pierce had been in there fucking her silly all night and maybe that had loosened her up a bit. He hoped so, because he had some apologizing to do; he didn't have to-but this girl had frustrated the hell out of him and with all the liquor and pot in his system he had just gone wild. He had acted like more of a prick that usual. He knew he was a bad-tempered ass, but he wanted her to know that he wasn't that bad. He saw her head disappear back in the window and a few minutes later he heard the door close upstairs. She wore a bathing suit of thin cotton the color of the desert that clung to her voluptuous body like a secret skin and brought a silent whistle to his lips. He didn't know why she wore it when everyone else was stark-naked and she had been that way herself earlier. He would never understand women.
"You shouldn't be allowed to wear that in public," he said as she came out the door. "It could drive a few men I know wild."
"I thought that I might as well since everyone has seen me naked already," Star responded with an unfamiliar boldness surprising even herself. She should have been frightened of Bill Stone; after all, only last night he had fucked her in the ass, and aside from that, he had been an orgre ever since he'd laid eyes on her. But this moment 'here was something different about him; she thought there was a softness in him she hadn't seen before.
"I want to say this now, quickly 'cause I don't like to say this sort of thing. I'm sorry I fucked you like I did; I've had a lot of worries and you just happened to be there to take them out on."
"I think" she said slowly "that we should start all over again."
"Sounds great. Let's go inside and get to know each other better."
Star thought the deliberately lewd expression on his face delightfully funny. She was laughing up at him as he walked her inside with one arm flung carelessly around a large expanse of her nakedly bared flesh. The hell with swimming; that could wait!
Coming in to the house out of the brilliant sun, Star distinguished little more than a blur of shifting figures. And then she was breathlessly, vibrantly, aware of Bill Stone's latent power. He squeezed her tight against him in a friendly bear hug. Every bone and muscle of his heavy, muscular body felt hard and hot against her soft nakedness.
"Come along, girl, let's get you a drink," he said heartily. "You're way behind the rest of us this morning."
Although Bill wasn't too sure about that. The dark glitter of those beautiful eyes of her had seemed to be more than a reflection of the bright sun; her olive skin was so warm to his touch-and her rapid breathing-God, what tits! "You're gonna drive me insane again before this day is over," he told her, looking down at her hugely billowing tits, feasting his eyes on the rise and fall of her warmly glowing flesh. The tips of her titties' perfectly sculpted roundness, barely covered by the bikini, jutted out tightly against the fabric. He couldn't exactly see her nipples but they were clearly defined, intriguing shadows which fell into place to paint an erotic picture in his mind. Hell, she was more exciting in the bathing suit than she was all naked. He could feel her tits, soft as marshmallows, except for the tips which were hard and distended, trembling in the palms of his hands.
As he steered her toward the bar the young Indian extra felt a sudden tightening of Bill Stone's fingers on her hip. His touch sent a rush of sensual pleasure sweeping through her cunt, an excitement so unexpected, so intense, her legs went weak. They had reached the bar at the same time and she was grateful for its support. For a moment her brain muddled. She didn't understand her feelings; she didn't want to fuck with Bill Stone, she only wanted to start up a friendship, but it seemed as though her pussy had a mind of its own.
Had his hand stayed a split-second too long on her bare flesh? Had Bill Stone's fingers been intimate-knowing?
"What'll it be, Star? Tequila? Or anything else your little heart desires. Rafe's got all the comforts of home around here. You name it-" he paused, smiling at her warmly, his face alight with gentle eagerness to please.
"Thanks, no. I don't think I really should."
Star felt the strength return to her limbs as quickly as it had drained. It must have been her imagination, she thought, but even so-what kind of idiot did that make her? Going all weak and trembly at any man's touch just because she had been fucked to a wildly screaming cum a few times. She shivered; there was no denying the pussy juices starting to flow between her legs.
"You can't refuse this, try it, to cement a friendship," Bill was coaxing her "It's the specialty of the house, guaranteed."
He neglected to say what the potent concoction of tequila and lime juice would do to her low liquor resistance. But Star found out before too long. By the time he had made her the third drink she was feeling marvelous again and was starting to consider Bill as one of the most charming, entertaining, and witty men she had ever met. She didn't know how she had ever made such a bad error in judgement as to think him a bum.
"Where's Logan?"
"Who?"
Then Star realized she was perched on a bar stool, her mouth hanging open in stupefied surprise. The sound of Bill Stone's infectious laughter mingled with an admonition not to go away-he'd be back shortly-was ringing in her ears as she watched him disappear across the room. She managed to close her mouth. Logan? Now that's a good question, she thought hazily. Well, she didn't really have any kind of a claim on him anyway nor did he have one on her. Besides, she was having a perfectly wonderful time without him. And Bill Stone would fuck her again, nicely this time, if she let him, and wanted him to.
"My God ... I am as bad as the rest of them."
"Surely not with a face like that."
Unaware that she'd spoken aloud, the answer to her question, coming almost directly in her ear, startled her. She swiveled around to find a vaguely familiar face staring down at her. Why, he is a handsome man, she thought, and then remembered that the tall, dark-headed man had been introduced to her earlier as the millionaire, Rafe Masters.
"My face," Star said. Looking up, her eyes blurred, and as she shook her head to clear her vision she saw they were alone at the bar. A strange giddiness seemed to pervade her whole body as she turned and looked around the room. The curtains were pulled, making it difficult to see, but the party seemed to have congregated at one end of the room.
"Some of my home movies," Rafe said, as if in answer to the question forming slowly in her mind. "I promised everyone something new. Let's join the crowd, and you can find out for yourself."
She groaned inwardly; it sounded pretty dull to her. Star was feeling so good now, filled with a glowing exhilaration that washed all her confusing thoughts from her mind and making it increasingly hard to even sit still. She didn't want to see any kind of films right now. And besides, she wanted another drink. She held up her glass and saw it was over half-full. Well, anyway-as soon as she finished this one!
Rafe Masters was standing close behind her, his hand moving up and down her arm from shoulder to elbow, slowly stroking the smooth, olive flesh. She didn't really want him to touch her, didn't even like him too much. The way he looked at her, with hard, bold eyes, made her feel totally naked, but pushing his hand away seemed too much trouble. She stared down into her drink. It was soothing, like the hand on her arm, lulling, making her feel as if she were without worries or cares and was safe and warm.
"There, that didn't take long did it?" Bill asked.
Star looked up, and came out of her trance, glad that the other stuntman had come back. She was feeling so strange, floating, a pleasant, lighter-thanair sort of helpless feeling. But he would take care of her.
"We'll see you later, Rafe," he said, then turned to Star. "Come on, Star, finish your drink and well watch the picture. I think you may find it interesting."
She was almost too relaxed to move but drained the drink still in her hand with long, thirsty swallows, set the glass on the bar, and slid down off the high stool. Feeling giddy, but suddenly light and gay as the hastily gulped liquor sent a glow of exhilaration speeding through her blood-stream, it sounded like a wonderful idea.
"All right. I'm ready, Bill," she agreed. The words struggled from a throat constriction in her throat in a breathy, barely audible whisper.
The only light at the far end of the room came from the picture projected on a large screen and they stumbled through a confusion of arms and legs.
Nakedly entwined bodies lay sprawled on cushions on the boor, while those still on their feet writhed and twisted in a pagan dance without music.
The young Indian girl was grateful for the solid support of Bill's arm on her waist. It was difficult to keen her legs braced under her. They seemed detached from her body, as if they belonged to someone else. When he finally pulled her down with him on a loose pile of cushions, she sighed with relief and snuggled against him, closing her eyes. She felt herself spiraling to the delicious heights of a free and easy drunkenness. She was a different person, not at all the innocent Indian girl who had been so rudely awakened to the truths of the movie business. She was just a person-and she was going to keep it that way until she had resolved everything in her mind. Besides, the warmth of Bill's firm-muscled body felt so relaxing and she hadn't the strength to move or think.
And then suddenly, it wasn't relaxing at all.
No. He pulled her hard against him, slipped his hand up her side and cupped it warmly just beneath her hugely billowing tit. Everything quickened. She could feel her blood begin to stir deep within her body and her pussy-juices gushed down between her legs. Against the light pressure of his hand, her tit felt hot and swollen, and she trembled violently. Her mind was in a state of utter confusion, so astounded at her sensual reaction to his sudden touch that she was practically paralyzed.
"Watch the picture, Star," he urged in a soft whisper, but she didn't dare open her eyes. Bill let his fingers brush softly against the tip of her tit and felt the nipple surge to quivering erection. As a low moan escaped her lips, he grew more confident by the second. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching a man fuck wildly into another woman's cunt and lewd cock-hardening images of what he would do to this voluptuously curved young cunt in his arms once she had reached the stage of total, helpless submission tumbled in delirious, kaleidoscopic pictures through his mind. It would be so much better than forcing her to fuck like he had the last time.
With a gentle tug at the scant top of Star's bikini, he pulled it around her waist, letting her sensuously throbbing tits free. He could feel the pressure building in his balls and as he began to pinch her nipples, rolling them like tiny pebbles between his thumb and forefinger, he reached down and eased his painfully jerking prick out of his swimming trunks. His lusting gaze still fastened on the screen, he rasped, "She sure loves to screw and his cock's really putting it to her!"
Star could hardly believe what was happening to her. She felt hot and cold at one and the same time, like a block of ice that was wrapped in a sheet of flame, worse even than when she had sucked Logan's cock or when he had fucked her and still she was growing hotter and hotter instead of melting. The whisp of fabric binding her pussy was drenched and hot with her cum juice. Delightful licks of fire emanated from her nipples as Bill continued twisting and rolling them between his fingers. She knew she ought to stop him but she was powerless to resist. And she was enmeshed in a sensual glow so exquisite that she hated to lose it.
"Jesus, look at him go! He's fucking her cunt like there's no tomorrow! Look ... just look at that, will you?"
Bill Stone's voice, urging, telling and gloating, rained lewd words into Star's fertile brain. They whirled in her head, enciting her desire until she wished feverishly to obey his command, but something held her back. When a shrill scream rose in the air and shattered against the ceiling, breaking into a myriad of brittle curses, she almost raised up involuntarily to watch the obscene picture. But the older stuntman's hands on her tits held her down. And ... Ohhh ... they felt so good!
"She's cumming! By God, he's going to break her in two! But she's loving every bit of it! Her cunt's eating his cock up!" Bill paused and sucked in his breath. "Christ! Will you look at that! The guy's fucking prick is still hard! And after a screwing like that!" he paused again and a sly note crept into his voice. "It's probably just as well you don't see this part ... one look at that big cock might spoil you for some of mine!"
Star writhed in helpless torment, his lewd word-pictures coming alive in her mind. She felt his hands stroking the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, felt her legs spread wide of their own accord to allow his obscenely searching fingers greater access to the wet, hungry lips of her pussy.
"You can look now, Star," he whispered hotly in her ear. "She's going to suck him off. She's kissing his prick and then she'll take it in those soft red lips-and God, how soft they are."
As Bill's vicarious excitement mounted, his hands on Star's thighs inched upward and his voice rose in pitch. The Indian girl's body shook like one with fever chills as she fought for control. And suddenly his fingers, strong and probing, were on the wet, fleece-lined lips of her cunt and he cried out, "Jesus! That big cock of his will choke her to death!"
Star froze, momentarily suspended in cold sober shock. It was happening all over again! She was once again being forced to be screwed by her own body and a man she had never even liked before this morning. She had vowed to stay away from fucking until she had straightened things out in her head. She still had a lot of thinking to do before she would be sure if she wanted to stay in the movie business for good. With a violent shove, she pushed Bill away.
Her eyes flew open and she lurched to a sitting position. In the dim light it took her a moment to bring the images on the screen into focus. She caught the picture just before the woman's mouth began its downward plunge on the man's monstrously pulsing cock.
Star stared in benumbed shock. She saw the hugely throbbing head of the man's cock make contact with wetly glistening lips at the woman's eager mouth. Her tongue darted out, flicked lightly onto the tiny slit at the tip, then her mouth opened wide and with a wild downward plunge of her head, the thick, glistening shaft of his cock was completely absorbed into the taut oval of her greedy lips.
"Oh no ... no, no!" Star's moan of anguish was muffled by the movie's soundtrack. She wanted to scream, to get up and run away from the whole unbelievable scene, but her throat closed and she was frozen into immobility. And as she sat, transfixed, staring mesmerized at the rhythmic motion of the man's cock fucking in and out of the woman's hungrily sucking mouth, her own excitement quickened to a burning lust.
Bill Stone's hands were moving lewdly over her hotly trembling flesh, stroking and massaging her tits, her belly, the wet flesh of her inner thighs. She was dimly aware of what was happening, and some how managed to tear her gaze away from the screen.
Star closed her eyes tight shut and buried her face into Bill's shoulder, but still the vision of the man's cock wet and glistening, fucking deep into the red oval of the woman's lips raced through her mind.
"Oh, God," she groaned, "What's happening to me?"
"You mean you don't know?" Bill whispered in innocent surprise, "After all, you did want to be an actress."
Why did everyone keep telling her that? Star's confused brain reeled. It was obvious that if you wanted to be an actress you had to fuck your way there, but did everyone have to keep telling her that?
She squirmed back in the stuntman's arms. "I ... I don't know about that anymore."
"Why, Star, you have the talent for it; you should be a famous actress one day," he explained Softly. His hand burning hotly on her softly trembling tits, his fingers giving the softly erect nipple a hard pinch, sending a flash of pain and pleasure shooting down her spine. She uttered a low, helpless gasp and squirmed her ass cheeks down into the cushions in an effort to stem the flowing tide of passion washing down between her thighs and through her steaming cunt.
She looked desperately around her, as if seeking a way out. Everywhere she looked she caught a gleam of flesh, naked and writhing.
"Come on, Star baby, let's you and me fuck a little," he whispered with his mouth against her lips.
"Oh ... oh! I can't ... we can't," she whimpered into the hot wetness of his mouth.
"Why not?" he demanded harshly. "You want my prick and I damn well know it!" Reaching for her hand, he took it in his hand and thrust it down between them, wrapping her fingers around his hugely pulsing cock.
Star's heart stopped and her soft body stiffened against him. Despite her resolves her hand tightened on the massively throbbing prick, holding it in a frantic grip. And she felt an emanating of lusting tremors from her hand on his cock rush like wildfire throughout her entire body. She did want it fucking deep inside her treacherously burning pussy. Oh God, how she wanted it! Just like she always did once the fire had started in her cunt.
"You do want my cock, don't you, Star? Don't you want to feel my cock inside your cunt?" Bill Stone made a soft, decisive statement of the question.
"Yes!" she hissed. "I want your cock! Ohhh, no ... no! I can't." She felt helpless, unable to cope with the torment wracking her mind and body.
"Why not?" he insisted again. "I saw you sucking Logan and I know he fucked you."
"Oh, please-don't! ... I can't ... not here!"
She couldn't bear to hear any more, but an angry, wanton defiance came to life in her mind. Yes, Bill is right. She had done all those other things, why not let Bill fuck her too? But not here, not with all the others watching.
She seemed to lose contact with reality. Bill Stone half-led, half-carried the Indian girl out onto the terrace by the pool, stopping at the bar on the way to pour her another Marguerita. Once outside in the bright sun Star blinked like a startled owl. He took her over to where he had ass-fucked her only hours before and pushed her gently to the grass.
He leaned over her, running his hands lightly over the hotly trembling mounds of her tits, teasing the hardened nipples with little circling pressures of his thumb.
His hand dipped to the bare skin of her flat belly and kneaded gently at the smooth, sun-warmed flesh.
Bill Stone felt her tremble beneath him, felt her own Quivering pussy rise almost visibly in response to his touch, his cock reached skyward, its blind eye drooling at the sun, and he knew she was ready for anything he wanted to do.
Star's hips began to squirm against the grass-covered ground and she turned her body toward the older stuntman, pressing herself to him. And then she lifted her head, eyes squeezed tightly shut against the glaring sun, and offered him her lips, open and shining and wet.
He ground his lips onto hers, completely engulfing their softness with a wet, hard pressure, stabbing his tongue past her teeth and into her mouth, to fence hotly with hers.
Her hand clawed uncontrollably at the back of his neck to lock their mouths in a heated fusion. His head was again at her tit, but no longer as gentle, squeezing it until ridges of soft flesh oozed out from between his fingers. Tiny mewlings of the pleasure of pain sounded deep in her throat. They surged around, his tongue fucking in and out of her willing mouth.
And then Bill Stone's hand dropped from her tit, slid down across the smooth, flat abdomen to the fuzzy pussy hairs fringing the hip-hugging strip of her bikini. His fingers moved swiftly inside, lingering for a tactile moment in the curling tendrils of her soft, silken fleece. Then he let his hand slide lower still, his middle finger extended, until the finger came in sudden contact with the moist, humid furrow of her cunt.
Star's body jackknifed forward with the electric contact of his touch on her naked, vulnerable crotch. Her entire being peaked into vibrant, breathing aliveness. She began to moan, a low humming sound of hungry wanting.
From a far periphery of the yawning abyss of her mind came a warning whisper from the reasonable voice. This is wrong ... this is all wrong. I'm not a common whore....There must be some other way of becoming an actress-talent must count for something!
But she knew nothing could stop her from being fucked. She was entirely incapable of protest or resistance. She couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. Which she didn't. She liked his heated touch on her pussy, and she craved it! And his tongue in her mouth, his hand on her tit, oh God, it felt so wonderful. And yet she didn't want to spend her life popping in and out of different beds.
Bill curled his middle finger into the wetly quivering passage of Star's cunt, teasing the bud of her clit, feeling it become immediately erect. Damn, he thought, she's really got the hots. I was right, she sure is ready. She's ready for cock, all right. Dying for it!
"Star, honey" he whispered smoothly against her mouth, "I want to fuck you, I need to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
He lifted his head to catch the reaction in her face. The sun shrank the pupils of her eyes so that they were wide and blind and monstrously brown; they gleamed darkly and her shining black hair spilled like ink. Her moist lips, desire-darkened and slack, moved silently, searching for words....
He knew she wouldn't, couldn't resist. She was too far gone now for anything else to happen.
"Oh yes, yes ... yes darling ... and I-I want you to fuck ... to fuck ... me ... I need ... I need ... Bill, darling ... darling."
She had begun to lose the thread of her words. Her voice got softer and the precision of her diction began to blur. Bill knew what was happening. Nothing else mattered to her now-but cock-nothing at all. And the lewd words caused his prick to ache with excitement, to emit a sticky warmth of pre-cum juice from its bloated glans.
"Go on." His deep voice had turned into a rasping choke.
"I need you-fuck me, too-as much-as you need it. Fuck me, Bill, fuck me, fuck me ... fuck me....
He slipped his finger from her cunt and stripped off the cum-drenched bikini. She automatically raised her hips to help him. He knelt down between her lewdly outspread legs and stared at her fuzzy black pussy hairs and the hot, wet sheath of her naked cunt. His eyes fastened gleefully on the thin lips, petal-pink, delicately edged with feathery black. A droplet of her seeping pussy juices moistened its fringe, then two, and then more, and they glistened with the luster of precious pearls. By God, she was a beauty-and completely at his mercy now! He ran his hands over the soft flexing hollows of her inner thighs, letting his fingers stroke the fluted pink lips of her cunt and dart in and out of the passion-flooded pussy walls. Saliva dripped from his open mouth, mingling with her juices in the delicious narrow pit of her open cunt.
Star moaned continuously as she gave herself over completely to the older stuntman, who was giving her such pleasure. Her hips undulated in frenetic sexual abandon as the expert ministrations of his hands stoked the fires burning inside her to a bright glorious blaze. Through half-slit eyes she could see him kneeling over her. She watched with baited breath as his head lowered slowly, slowly-her belly went hollow and resistance seized her for a moment. He was going to lick her pussy like the woman had done when she had sucked Logan's cock, and like Logan had done when he had fucked her upstairs in her room last night. It had felt so wonderful, set her body on fire like nothing else had, and made her so wanting for cock that she had thought she would go out of her mind.
"Relax, baby," his breath fanned a ripple of new prurient sensations deep up inside the tight little hole between her thighs. "I'm going to kiss and lick and suck your cunt. I'm going to bury my tongue in your hot little pussy and you're going to love it, baby. I'll make you cum like you've got a rocket goin' off in your hot little belly!"
His vile words and his hot, teasing breath were like fuel to the fire of lust, turning any thoughts of denial to dust. She was aroused to a pitch of uncaring, insane desire. She was beyond words; her nakedly pulsing cunt ground seductively upward to tell him of her unequivocable surrender.
Bill drove his head savagely downward, his lips mashing into her pussy mouth, splaying the lips open wide and with the hard, wet pressure of his mouth, his tongue fucked deep and hard into the burning crevice of her cunt.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" Star screamed as his long, hot tongue lashed into her nakedly defenseless cunt and her body responded with convulsive lurches. Her hands grasped his hair, tried to pull his face deeper into her desire-drenched loins.
Ohhh, it felt good! It felt wonderful! She was groaning incessantly, broken sounds, as though she were trying to call out his name but couldn't fit the straining softness out of her mouth to the consonants.
His agile tongue screwed in and out of her wantonly widespread pussy, slipping back and forth over the tip of her hotly throbbing clit. She writhed and twisted, screwing her pelvis up into his face in savage, total abandon. Bill took the erectly pulsing button of her clit between his teeth, holding it snugly there, and began to circle it with a swift lashing of his tongue, round and round until she cried out sharply at the almost unbearable pleasure. He increased his attack, fucking her orally, faster and harder, sliding his long, pointed tongue deeper and deeper up into her greedily grasping cunt hole, driving it in and out of the wet, velvetly sheath with a hard, relentless fury. He drew her legs up and around his neck and her thighs gripped convulsively, pulling him still closer to her straining loins.
Every muscle in Bill Stone's body was tensed as she strained her hips upward to the maddening tongue that was licking insanely into her flame-seared pussy mouth. She thought she would go out of her mind from the intense ecstatic rapture in her love-starved loins. God, she couldn't stand it! She had to have release, had to have it soon!
As his mouth and tongue worked in slobbering, animalistic subjugation at her seething cunt, Bill Stone's eyes stared up along the sweat-slick valley between her sensuously quivering tits, reveling in the lusting grimace on her face.
Christ, she was really hot to fuck! He could feel the gathering waves of her cum rolling and churning and rising.
Star screamed, a high, rising cadence of sound that was somehow not quite human. Her body spasmed against him in uncontrolled violence as wave upon wave of torrential ecstasy ripped her wide-open.
When at last it was over she sank back with a long, exhausted, satiated sigh. Bill raised up slowly from her still-hotly clasping cunt, grinning down at her with lecherous satisfaction.
"Well, baby?" he asked, "How was it ... did you like the pussy-lickin'?"
"Ohhhh ... Bill ... God!" Star breathed, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "It was ... perfectly marvelous!"
"That was only the beginning. Open your eyes, honey," he commanded softly "Look at what I've got for you."
Dreamily, Star opened her eyes. She found herself looking at his thick, pulsing cock standing out from his belly. Her breath caught in her throat. My God, It was huge!
"Like that honey?" The older stuntman's lewd smile broadened.
Star tried to speak but she couldn't. She was trying to imagine that massively throbbing cock worming itself into the soft, fleshy folds of her steaming pussy. A quiver of fear crossed her face. God, could her cunt possibly take all of that?
His hand began a lewd stroking of the heavily uncircumcised foreskin, back and forth, over the huge, bloated head. He saw an almost imperceptible, slow rolling undulation begin in Star's soft, white ass cheeks. Goddamn right, she liked itl He gloated, no doubt about that. And she was going to get it-but good!
"You're going to love it, Star," he said, "because I'm going to fuck you now. My cock is as hot as your tight little cunt, and I want to fuck you with it. I want to shoot my load of hot, slippery cum deep into your belly. I want to fuck you now, Star...."
"Oh! God, yes, do fuck me now, please, fuck me, fuck meee!" she screamed aloud as suddenly the warm afternoon air was filled with the sensuous wet sound of sweat-soaked flesh slapping rhythmically against sweat-soaked flesh....
CHAPTER TEN
Logan Pierce lifted his head groggily from the pillow, and looked around the empty bedroom, wondering when the hell Star had gone. The last he'd seen of her she'd been almost comatose with the after-effects of the mind-blowing cum they had both fucked themselves into, and now she was gone and he was still trying to recover!
She was the damndedest female he'd ever met. She didn't want to fuck, but once he got her started, she was the best fuck he'd ever had and she loved every minute of it. He wondered if he'd ever be able to get enough of her sweet pussy. In fact, he could even do with some now.
Logan got up from the bed and left the room, heading for the pool.
"Logan!" Annie was looking at him from the bottom of the stairs. "Looking for Star?"
"Yeah, you seen her?" he asked as he came down the stairs.
"Saw her go over behind those trees, real lovey-dovey with Bill Stone."
"Bill Stone?" He couldn't believe she would go anywhere willingly with him.
"Yes, Bill Stone. How would you like me to show you where I saw them go?" Her eyes twinkled with mischievousness.
Logan caught the drift of her thoughts immediately. The little Indian girl was ready for a big-time fuck by now. In fact that would probably be about all she would need to be convinced to hang around the film business for awhile yet. If she didn't get any parts, at least she would get some fun out of it.
Annie took Logan's hand and together they walked past the nakedly sprawled bodies of the film crew and over to where Annie had seen the Indian girl and the head stuntman disappear into the bushes.
The scene that greeted the two members of the film crew on the other side of the bushes was every bit as obscene as the ones by the pool. The young Indian girl lay sprawled wantonly on the grass, cum glistening wetly on her legs and pussy. Bill lay next to her, and both seemed to have passed out.
The young Indian girl was aware that someone had come to stand next to her. Star opened her eyes and stared in horror at the tall, beautiful actress who was looking down at her lying obscenely on the grass. That she and Bill had been screwing was as obvious as the cum pooling on the grass between her legs.
"Annie," she whispered, involuntarily trying to cover her nakedness.
"You poor dear," Annie soothed, moving over toward where the young girl was lying. She found herself being gathered in Annie's arms, and pressed close to her warm, billowing tits. Star was too surprised to raise any objection, and she found, with astonishment, that it actually felt good, being cradled lovingly like that by a woman; she felt very safe and secure. The two men were staring at Annie.
"Hi there, how's the party going?" Bill asked with that lewd little smile playing about his lips.
"Fine, fine from the look of things. You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Fucking like this when no one can see you and help you enjoy yourselves."
"Well, Star didn't seem to mind it," Bill laughed, "In fact, I'd say she loved every fucking minute of it, wouldn't you?"
Annie knew that Star had enjoyed it, but she had been watching her these past few days and had seen the confusion within the poor young thing's mind. She had been the same way herself when she had first been broken into the business. The bastards just fucked you until you couldn't think for yourself anymore. What this girl needed was one gentle fuck. The kind a woman could give her.
Star really was a beautiful girl, Annie mused, ob serving the smoothness of her classic Indian features, and the sculpted lines of her naked young body. She could see what had made the men so anxious to fuck her. She was a luscious little piece of ass. "You need some real love, honey," the older woman whispered. "You need it bad."
That's right, Star thought dreamily. That's exactly what I need. It would make it easier for her to think and she raised no objection when she felt Annie's face nearing hers, and felt the touch of her light, warm lips on her own mouth. Annie was kissing her, and she didn't mind. In fact, she liked the other woman's kiss. There was something sweet and undemanding and relaxing about it, after the savage fucking of the men the last two weeks. Amazingly, she found herself responding, parting her lips and allowing the actress to slip her tongue inside. It feels so good, she thought happily, I like it! It's so gentle!
Annie continued to smile, seeming to float down beside her on the grass, until Star felt the gentle brush of her soft hand on her head and in her hair. Her belly and the soft inner sides of her satiny thighs seemed to quiver in empathy to the beautiful older actress's sensuous, delicious touch. Momentarily, a fleeting trace of apprehension tried to make itself felt, but soon passed in the glow of warmth that had spread throughout her entire being. A shiver rippled through her at the touch of Annie's hands moving down her throat, coming to rest on her sensuously trembling tits. Annie's long, slender fingers were brushing electrically against the hardening nipples, caressing them ever so lightly, and Star moaned almost inaudibly, aware of strange new feelings cascading through her, feelings not at all like the ones she had felt with the men. The older actress's fingers were feather-soft, like velvet, as they stroked the sensitive areolas, tweaked the buds of her nipples nearly hard again, and brushed along her curvaceously rounded ass cheeks. Oh God-how good it felt-so soft, so slow, so soothing....Star enjoyed the delicate and slender hands on her suddenly-throbbing titties. An array of mixed emotions surged restlessly within her mind and body, feelings that she had no power or desire to resist. All the fucking she had had since she had started in the movie business was suddenly good, as watching her parents fuck had been good. With each burning caress of the lovely actress's hand, everything seemed more clear and right. It was right! Fucking was the best thing in the world!
She felt as if she were mesmerized, as Annie's face moved closer to hers and its perfect, full, soft mouth closed down once again upon her own. Star's lips felt strangely soft in response, and she vaguely sensed them being pressed apart by Annie's sweet-tasting tongue slipping between them into her mouth. Moments later Annie's voluptuously curved body was stretched out against her own naked one, with only the thin bathrobe Annie was wearing separating their titties and cunts.
Logan was staring bemusedly at the scene, not surprised at all by the young Indian girl's behavior; she had been a wildcat in bed and he had never seen a woman who could fuck like she could resist an act like this with the beautiful actress. He was still captivated by Star, and he felt a kind of pride that he had been one of the men who had opened up the blossom of her sexual behavior so that now she was one of the hottest-to-fuck cunts around. He wasn't at all surprised to find himself still enraptured by her gorgeous young olive-skinned body and found himself drawing nearer and nearer to where the two women were kissing and fondling each other's curvaceous flesh.
Annie smiled up at him as she saw Logan approach, and made movements which obviously indicated that she wanted to be naked, but did not want to interrupt her hotly soothing caresses across Star's now-eagerly trembling flesh.
Logan grinned back at her, and as she turned her attention to Star once again, he began to remove Annie's bathrobe until she was completely naked beside the voluptuously trembling Indian girl.
Bill Stone stared at Star in disbelief, his eyes blinking as though he were having hallucinations. He couldn't believe the change that had come over the young starlet in the short time she had been with the film crew. At first she had fought all advances that had been made toward her, even fighting until the overwhelming power of her cum had taken over, and now, here she was willingly balling with Annie as though she had done it all her life. The next thing you knew, she would be asking for him to fuck her without him having to force it on her.
Bill felt a thrill of excitement as he once again watched the erotic scene, conscious of a rising force of lust again in his loins. He couldn't help fondling his now-painfully jerking cock as he watched the transformed Indian girl being so lewdly caressed by another woman.
"You're so sweet," Annie whispered huskily and hotly into Star's mouth. "Too beautiful, too fragile to take the kind of fucking they've been putting you through ... now, you just relax, darling. Annie is going to make it all beautiful for you. It will be a new kind of beauty, one you never knew existed before ... yes ... that's it. Relax, and you'll enjoy it."
"Oooohhhhhhhh ... god ... ooooohhhhhhhh...." Star moaned softly, wishing she could somehow show this beautiful actress how wonderful her hands felt on her naked flesh. Then, of their own volition, the young Indian girl's hands reached up and found the huge mounds of Annie's tits. She wanted to show her how grateful she was for her sensuous caresses, her exhilarating kisses. She wanted to let Annie feel the wonderful burning warmth of her hands on her titties, just like she herself was feeling them. She found the softly trembling flesh and ran her fingertips along the smooth surface, searching further until she found the hard, pulsing tips of Annie's areoles that were awaiting eagerly her touch. They felt soft and warm and new thrills coursed through Star's pussy as she stroked and massaged the titties of another woman for the first time in her young life.
Annie kissed her again and Star met her tongue automatically with her own, feeling the other woman's gentle, loving hands caressing her tits and moving down over her nakedly quivering flesh with a knowing touch. Star felt the hands stroking her sensuously wriggling ass cheeks and drawing her tightly against Annie's soft, curvaceous body. Again, a brief feeling of conditioned hesitation flittered through her, but she refused to let it grow. Something erotically fascinating, strangely forbidden, yet sensuously beautiful was happening to her. Whatever it was, she wanted it ... she didn't want it to ever stop!
The cool air which bathed Star's nakedly aroused body was bringing her tiny ruby nipples to a rigid hardness, and then Annie was pressing closer to her once more, massaging her own splendid nakedness against Star's soft, supple flesh. Their nipples were rubbing together, their lust-hardened titties flattened against one another's, their thighs meeting as did the silken curls of their hotly writhing cunts.
Bill Stone watched the obscene lesbian encounter before him with disbelief and a painful, growing fire in his cum-laden balls. Christ, he'd seen chicks balling before but never had it made him so hot-to-fuck and horny as he was now, watching the little Indian girl and this lovely actress. The sight of the two beautiful women writhing and grinding their fuzzy black pussies together was just too much! His newly-satiated cock was already semi-hard again, stirred into life by the sight of Star and the voluptuous Annie La Marr locked tightly in each other's arms, their hot little cunts squirming and pressing hard up against each other's. Bill saw, too, the leering expression on Logan's face as he bent over the two nakedly thrashing women with his huge dick completely erect and oozing cock juice from the tip.
"Ooooohhhh...!" Star gasped out as a tremor rippled over her tingling, sensitive flesh and through her delightfully aroused pussy as Annie's hand caressed her hotly trembling ass cheeks and spread them apart. Then, with a gentle, experienced finger, she began to stroke at her tight little asshole.
Once more, the voluptuous young Indian girl trembled, and a second later Annie rolled her on her back, her hand tracing down over the full arched line of her hips to her gently curving thigh. The beautiful actress slithered down her body and gently pressed Star's legs open wide. Annie dipped her head downward toward the nakedly gaping hole of Star's cunt and kissed the warm skin of her inner thighs, working slowly upward again toward the darkly-furred lips of her cunt.
Momentarily, Star awakened from the lascivious pleasures of Annie's hands, abruptly raising her head to see that she was being watched by the two stuntmen, Logan and Bill. Then she lay her head back on the grass and smiled warmly at the glowing sparkle in Annie's eyes as they locked on her narrow pink cunt slit, already wet with her hotly gushing pussy juices. Wild sensations raced through her as she saw the lovely actress greedily flick out her small pointed tongue to swipe the glistening drops of juice into her mouth, and then draw her tongue from the point where the thin, curl-fringed slit joined the smoothly curved cleft of her ass.
"OOOOhhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh ... I" Star moaned as the tantalizing tongue traced the thin pink line of her wetly pulsing cunt lips to its desire-distended little clit, sending a vibrant tremor over her shamelessly writhing body. She watched as Annie tenderly brushed aside the tiny entanglements of pussy hairs with her thumb, and spread apart the darkly-furred cunt lips until her gleaming red clit burst into full view. Then as the ripples of desire grew into unbearable waves of rapture, Annie began to lick it with slow, deliberate motions.
Bill turned his gaze to Star's ecstatically fluttering half-closed eyes, only barely managing to tear his attention from Annie's obscene sucking of Star's wetly quivering pussy. He couldn't believe it! She was a different woman! Bill saw that his painfully jerking prick was now standing out rock-hard from his trembling loins; and unconsciously, as he watched the salacious scene before him, he began to play his hand over the smooth foreskin, pulling it back and forth over the huge pulsing head. He watched mesmerized as Annie easily lifted the young Indian extra's legs and pressed them all the way back against her ecstatically trembling tits.
Star raised her head to watch the shameless actress nuzzle her face again into her steaming cunt, her hair grazing tauntingly against the soft flesh of her belly as Annie began to lick and suck at her pussy with a wild abandonment.
The sensation Star was feeling in her cunt was out of this world, yet even as she had begun to wantonly squirm and writhe beneath Annie's delicious, body licking tongue and sucking lips, certain revulsions toward their lesbian performances were mounting within her. Fucking was one thing, but another woman sucking her pussy was perverted. Her upbringing and natural instincts were in revolt. She had never thought that she would ever voluntarily let another woman lick her nakedly spread cunt. But there she lay! Sprawled on her back in the grass, with her legs raised high and her thighs widespread in licentiously growing desire beneath the beautiful actress whose body searching mouth and tongue were instigating unbelievably lascivious pleasures within her....If she wasn't careful she would cum, really cum, with Annie sucking and licking so lewdly at her cunt!
"Oh God...." Star gasped in the bliss of her ravishment. Annie was sucking her throbbing little clit and nipping at it with her sharp white teeth, sending violent spasms of ecstasy spiraling through her.
Then, the older woman's tongue was fucking deeply in and out of her hotly throbbing cunt, wetly rotating at its tight elastic pussy lips, slipping deeply inside her again. Abruptly, she felt her hips being raised by those small, slender hands cupping her quaking ass cheeks, and she held her knees back tight to her sensuously quivering tits as she felt the hot, taunting tongue trail downward through the smooth yielding crevice below her pussy to her asshole. There it licked for a long, teasing moment before its tip pressed firmly into the puckered little hole, penetrating only a short way, though she tried to help by relaxing her outer anal lips to the fullest. Once more, the wildly licking tongue returned to her throbbing hot cunt, slippery with cum juices, and curled up into her, then flicked back to her clit again with the pressure mounting deeper and deeper in her loins. She was going to go out of her mind!
Logan laughed to himself as he watched Annie perform. Goddamn! She was an insatiable woman, taking a fuck any way she could get it! He wondered why she was still just a bit-part actress, with her talent and cunt. She should have been a star by now. Logan glanced at Bill and smiled silently at the older stuntman's face; he was staring in wide-eyed excitement at the lesbianic debauchery before him as though he'd never seen such a thing in his entire life and, kneeling upright, his hand stroking his thickly jerking cock with frantic fervor. Logan grinned again, and began to stroke his own rigid cock gently, teasingly, until it throbbed painfully under his touch. Both he and Bill continued to stare at the two women as though hypnotized, stroking their massively pulsating cocks almost in unison.
Then Annie raised her head from Star's hotly steaming cunt and smiled at the young film extra. "Come down here and suck my pussy now," she whispered softly.
Star lowered her legs and obediently got to her knees, her heart pounding in her chest. She wrapped her arms hungrily around the other woman's neck and planted her wetly parted lips on the soft warm mouth, tasting the poignant juices of her own cunt in Annie's mouth. The taste, the smell, the entire situation was causing her head to swirl in a deep wanton desire.
Annie held her in her arms, then pressed Star's cheeks against the soft resilient flesh of her own nakedly trembling tits. She ran one hand down over the naked woman's softly quivering belly, downward through the silken pussy hairs to her wet, fleshy pussy and drawing a finger up between its wetly quivering lips.
Star whimpered and tried to move closer; then, without coaxing her head, dropped to Annie's hotly throbbing tit and pressed the dark, hardened nipple into her mouth. At once she began to suck hungrily, wetly, as her timidly trembling hand began moving over the lush warm flesh of Annie's body.
"You like it, Star?" Annie softly whispered to her.
"Mmmmmmmm ... oh yes! ... Yes!" she moaned, her lust-filled brain swirling with passion.
"Star, darling, you are so wet and responsive, so lovable! Tell me, have you sucked another woman's pussy before?"
"Oh no ... no, never!"
"But you don't like it, do you?" Annie asked, teasingly.
"I don't know ... I do, but, yes, it's beautiful ... I do like it."
"The best is yet to come, my love, for both of us. When we kiss and suck each other's cunts at the same time, you'll see!" Annie breathed passionately, her soft hand caressing Star's delicate cheek that was still resting against her whitely billowing tit. "Would you like that? To lick and suck my cunt, and make me cum?"
The young Indian girl's brain reeled, and her belly churned with the carnal stimulation Annie's lewd words and meaning aroused in her as prurient sensations soared through her sensually provoked body, unchecked.
"Oh God!...." she gasped uncertainly, looking upward into the excited, lust-glazed eyes of the actress. "Oh God, Annie ... I don't know...."
But the decision had already been made as Annie slowly pressed her back and down onto the ground. Then she kissed her once again as she knelt beside the trembling young Indian girl, trailing her wet tongue downward between her ripe young thighs and again extending her tiny pink tongue to caress her body pulsing clit. Abruptly, the wild tingling sensations were beginning all over again inside Star's belly. She wasn't aware of how long the wonderfully salacious sucking between her legs went on before she opened her eyes to the feel and sight of Annie's nakedly trembling body moving up over her.
The long, white columns of the older woman's thighs were spreading wide, knees snuggling in against her ribs, and her luscious ass cheeks were moving backward above her face until the alluring sight of that other hungrily glistening pussy was completely exposed before her widely gaping eyes.
Star could see the tiny, hairless oval opening and the coral slit of Annie's lovely blushing cunt with its hair-lined lips opened enough to view the succulent pink flesh within. Small, sparkling dewdrops of pussy juices clung to the pouting, fleecey lips.
Uncontrollably, she moved upward as if bewitched, until the musky, perfumed scent reached her nostrils. Without thinking about what she was doing, she suddenly lashed out with her tongue, probing deep into the raw velvety flesh toward the beautiful actress's clit. Reaching up to clutch at her ecstatically trembling ass cheeks, she drew them down tighter to her face while she ran her tongue wildly through the hotly pulsing lips of the already wetly seeping cunt as her own desires continued to soar like a runaway rocket in her wantonly excited brain.
Star sensed her own clit pulsing maddeningly in its flushed, erect state, and her breath was beginning to catch in her throat sharply at every burning caress of Annie's delicious, pussy-splitting tongue. She eagerly pressed her wet open mouth tighter into the tender succulency of Annie's open cunt, separating the soft fleshy lips protecting its slightly bearded cunt slit. Then her mouth became a ravenous vacuum, open and hot, with nothing but a tongue greedily invading the wetly seething hole. And then she couldn't control it any longer. Star was there, cumming! She screamed, totally out of control now "I'm cuuuuuummmmmmmmiiiiinnnnnnggggggg! Oh God, I'm cumming like crazy!!!"
Star was wrapped in bliss, enraptured by the new sensations she was experiencing, carried away by her mind-crashing cum created by the obscene tonguing of the beautiful actress. Annie didn't stop and neither did Star. They remained orally fucking each other into greater and greater heights of arousal until she heard Logan Pierce's lust-hoarsened voice through her euphoria.
"I can't stay out of it any longer, sorry....
Star stifled a gasp of surprise when she glanced down and saw that Logan was hovering between her knees. Vaguely, she wondered what he was doing. In the back of her mind, she felt that she wanted to be left alone, to enjoy feeling Annie's soft, feminine embraces that made her cum once again, but at the same time, it would be something new to be fucked by a man and woman together! She drew in her breath quickly as Logan eased Annie off her wildly aroused body, and then she felt the now-familiar nudging of a thick, hardened cock at her greedily gripping cunt flesh, still tingling from the cum brought on by Annie.
Logan's thickly pulsing cock was urgent and insistent, and Star flinched from its touch. His hands were crawling over her thigh, and the young Indian girl trembled, clinging to her lover, Annie, as Logan guided the hotly pulsating head toward the thin, vertical mouth of her cunt, positioning it at the wantonly tingling hole. She gasped aloud at the sudden electrifying contact of the rubbery glans against her damp, sensitive flesh. Logan flicked his hips slightly forward, and she felt the sharp pressure of his lust-thickened cock at the tightly clenching mouth of her wetly throbbing pussy hole.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... aaaaaahhhh!" she cried. He pushed forward again and the hot, pulsating head forced its way into the elastic, curl-rimmed little opening. Of their own volition, her hips flew up to meet his thrust, burying almost the full length of his massively pulsing cock deep in the cavern of her cunt. His hotly thrusting cock raced up her cum-slick cunt walls and far up into her belly until she felt his heavy, cum-bloated balls smack solidly against the upturned cheeks of her ass.
"Ahhhh! Yes ... yes ... yes!" she groaned beneath him as he flexed his long, hard cock deep inside her tightly gripping pussy. She moved upward again, causing the thickly pulsing cock to ram another fraction of an inch deeper into her. She repeated the motion again, and again, and each lewd movement raised loud moans of joy from deep inside both of them. Logan began a slow revolving motion with his hips, grinding his massive thickness tightly into her wetly clasping womb, stretching the walls of her pussy even wider.
"Logan ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck meeeeeeee!" she heard herself cry out, and the obscene words from her own lips caused her nakedly flailing ass to rotate even more insanely and causing even harder, deeper, fucks from Logan's eagerly churning loins. He rocked above her, using short, smooth strokes; and her body reacted in kind. Chills of excitement and rapture flew up the full length of her spine as she felt the wild tempo of his huge, cunt-splitting cock fucking far up into her hotly throbbing cunt. Star's head was fuzzy and she couldn't think logically. Her senses were dimmed from the curious combination of still being kissed and fondled by Annie, while Logan fucked so beautifully up into her pussy. She could see Bill standing off to one side of them, frantically stroking his own painfully jerking cock while he watched.
Logan slowly withdrew his prick, pulling slowly out; and Star found her cum-slick cunt walls contracting inward, eager to keep the huge cock inside her. Then he fucked forward again, almost lifting her up from the force of his lunge, burying his hardness deep inside her again. He closed his eyes, engrossed in the ecstasy of the act, his fingers clutching at her velvety naked flesh, exalting in the soft warmth of her voluptuously curved young body.
Bill stared in mounting arousal at the scene. An nie and Logan had taken over the young extra, ignoring him. He was dumbfounded at Logan, sprawling over the girl and with ease, fucking into her while Annie continued to kiss and caress her. He couldn't stand it much longer! He had to join them soon or shoot out his cum right there on the grass!
Logan Pierce increased the pace and length of his fucks, knowing he couldn't last much longer without cumming. Star raised her widespread pussy up to him in a simultaneous fucking rhythm to his every downward fuck as her passion-contorted face twisted wantonly with her desire. Logan fucked into her with greater force, drawing his cock nearly out of the tight, wet sheath hungrily clasping at it, then plunging down again until his swollen balls slapped flatly against the defenseless, tightly puckered little asshole. The intolerable pressure was building ... up, up ... up in his cum-laden sac, and his head swam wildly with the impending knowledge of his cumming.
Star began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, impaled on his deeply fucking cock, and rapturous little moans slipped past her lips in lewd entreaties to fuck harder and deeper within her. She was so wild she was going out of her mind, but what did that matter! Her hungrily devouring pussy was trying to milk his prick dry, and her legs raised even higher in a silent plan to receive more and more of his rampaging cock up into her cum-hungry cunt.
Bill rose to his feet unsteadily, and made his way toward the threesome writhing on the grass, his massively jerking cock jutting out in front of him in readiness. He just couldn't take it any longer! With a lusty moan, he pushed Annie aside in his blind desire to get to Star. Annie smiled to herself, not surprised by his behavior, and allowed him to position himself beside the lewdly writhing Indian girl. Star was astonished by what was happening, and she suffered a pang of disappointment when she felt Annie's warm hands being torn away from her ecstatically quivering tits.
"Oh ... Star," Bill's voice penetrated her ears. "You asked for it." She opened her eyes to see Bill lying beside her, his heavily pulsing cock bobbing before him, held aloft between his thumb and forefinger.
"Bill," she whispered, her eyes dropping to his long livid erection, her face flushed with pleasure from Logan's body-jolting fucks into her almost-insanely aroused pussy.
"I want you to suck my cock," the older stuntman rasped hoarsely, his eyes crazed with lust, "Suck me off ... suck my cock ... put it in your mouth!"
It seemed to sway before her like the apple that had tempted Adam from the Garden of Eden. She knew that when she took the older stuntman's hotly pulsing cock into the depths of her mouth, she would be committing herself to a life that only an hour ago she had decided to refuse. Something had changed within her in that hour; it was as though something wonderful had been let loose from deep within her, and she was free from all the inhibitions she had carried for so long. It was almost as though Bill's cock was the key that would unlock the gate as she took it in her mouth. She knew that she desperately wanted to be an actress; if that meant fucking her way to the top, then that was just one more added pleasure for her to look forward to.
After all the fucking she'd gotten these past few days, she didn't know why it would be this one cock that would finally make her realize the true wonder of sex, but it was. Slowly she opened her mouth and took the hotly throbbing head inside her warmly clasping lips. She shivered as the key to her freedom slipped past them into her hot, willing mouth and she knew that her life was only beginning!
