It is with great pleasure that we, the publishers, present this socially piercing novel of what goes on behind the scenes in the currently booming smoker movie market. It is not always a pleasing view that we, of the other side of the fence, receive when we have the courage to delve into phenomena of this type, but nevertheless, it is necessary that it be written about in order that necessary social steps may be taken to correct existing problems. We, the editors, do not judge whether or not any steps are necessary, we only report what exists, and then, only one small portion of the totality of it is possible to be presented at one time. It is up to the discretion of our readers and their elected representatives to carry on from that point.
In the present novel, all participants in the making of these movies are mature adults and there appears to be no valid objection to this. A man or woman should be able to behave as they like as long as they do no harm to others. The basic objection should lie in the realm of recruiting minors for these smoker movie projects as has been outlawed in all the Scandinavian countries. They, after all, have not yet had the benefit of the experience necessary to make a valid judgment as to what they want to do with their lives. But again, as stated above, we, the publishers, do not set ourselves up as moral judges of any man. This is a matter that is up to each individual person and is supposedly what this great country of ours is all about. The basic freedom to choose and express one's own views on any subject, no matter how controversial....
The Publishers Sausalito, California February, 1975
CHAPTER ONE
As the lush well-formed young woman walked out from the dingy shelter of the train station, climbed the cold concrete stairs to the platform and looked hopefully down the track, dozens of eyes followed her every movement. Three bums interrupted their examination of the contents of a garbage pail to study her lustfully. A group of well-dressed businessmen, wearing the traditional gray suits and waiting for the nine twenty-five, broke off a discussion of major league batting averages to watch her long slender legs crisscrossing as she passed them. A porter, pushing a heavy cart piled high with baggage, chose to observe as much as he could see of her firm proud breasts instead of the area immediately in front of him and collided with two ticket-takers who were equally absorbed.
The attention she was getting was well deserved, since Sandy Salm had the smooth supple body of a young Greek goddess. Through the folds of her clinging silky miniskirt, even a casual observer could trace with his eyes the most intimate details of her splendid body. The dress did little to conceal her large, high-set breasts which moved sensually as she walked, despite her efforts to find a brassiere capable of holding them in place. The silk was tight around her waist and over her flat smooth stomach, and then flared gently to cover her slender, almost boyish buttocks. Below, where the miniskirt ended, her long slim thighs melted into perfect knees and calves.
Sandy wore her silken blonde hair in a long, school girl fashion, unsuccessfully attempting to distract attention from the ripeness of her body. People had often told her that her face somehow did not match the rest of her. Below the neck, she had the stunning, exciting physique of a show girl or a movie star, but from the chin up, she was pure aristocrat with a well-shaped delicate nose and deep, serious eyes. It was a contrast most men found upsetting. After gazing with pleasure at her magnificent body, they suddenly found themselves struck with a scornful haughty glance from the beautifully sculptured face and were forced to turn away in embarrassment.
"She's a hooker," one of the businessmen commented, loud enough for Sandy to hear him.
"You're crazy," a friend corrected him in a lower voice. "She's somebody's rich daughter, maybe out doing a little slumming. Look at that mug! Ever see a hooker with a face like that?"
One of the bums left whatever was to be found in the garbage pail to his two companions and walked past her, lewdly attempting to brush against her body. In her effort to avoid a humiliating contact with his filthy clothing, she stepped hurriedly away in the direction of the train tracks, then realized she was too close to the edge of the platform and jumped back, banging into the startled beggar. The businessmen and porters laughed cynically at her embarrassment and she turned her back on them angrily, trying to hide the blush which was already climbing up her neck to her cheeks.
In an agony of self-consciousness, Sandy tried desperately not to cry or give in to the temptation to flee the station, reminding herself that this was going to be one of the happiest days of her life and resolving that no crude, disgusting group of complete strangers would ruin it for her. In a few moments, the train would be coming in. Bill would jump to her side and the anguished months of waiting would be over.
But if only she had chosen a different dress! In a moment of weakness she had purchased this one at a store where hippies went to buy their clothing. She had known it was a mistake the moment she tried it on in the privacy of her bedroom and looked in the mirror, seeing immediately that it revealed far too much of her lust-arousing body and would attract the wrong kind of attention. She remembered how her mother had warned her carefully, telling her that she had to hide her beauty from the world until she was safely married and then reveal it only to her husband. Otherwise, her mother had predicted, her life would be filled with men who desired her only for her body, and other men would pester and insult her on the street. The old woman's prophecy had come true more than once. Usually Sandy wore cautious, high-necked, figure-concealing dresses with her skirts unfashionably long. But on days like today, when she wanted to look particularly pretty, she sometimes gave in to the temptation to wear the brief miniskirts the other girls could wear and get away with wearing. And whenever she did, there was trouble of some kind. Twice in her life, she had been the victim of attempted rapes and whenever she appeared on the street even total strangers forced their attentions upon her.
In the past, her only security had been the fact that Bill was normally by her side to protect her. Sandy, in fact, had come to look upon her body as a handicap, a curse, almost a disfigurement to be concealed shamefully from the world.
Well, she had wanted to be pretty today, and now she was paying for it, although she reasoned that no one would try anything more than a lecherous glance or a crude word here in the middle of a crowded train terminal.
As the spring breeze caressed her supple young body through the thin miniskirt, she found herself becoming a little excited in spite of herself, and she tried to relax and think of Bill and the life together they had planned for so long.
Their romance had been difficult since they had first met and fallen in love as high school students. Sandy's mother would not permit her to date, or wear makeup, or even go out of the house in the evenings until she graduated, and the only time she could have with Bill was limited to a few minutes between classes, lunch hours and an hour or so after school. Bill's father was a junk dealer and had something of a reputation as a drinker and a womanizer. Sandy's father, on the other hand, was the president of the only bank in their small New England community. Her mother spent her days establishing standards of morality for the town, and enforcing them whenever and wherever she could.
Sandy's parents had somehow learned of their daughter's affection for the son of the junkman and naturally disapproved. Even though Bill was a model student, president of the camera club and staff photographer for the school newspaper, he was declared off-limits for Sandy Salm. When Sandy graduated, her parents sent her away to an expensive college on the East Coast where it was intended that she study education and forget this romance with an unsuitable member of the lower classes.
But neither Bill nor Sandy had been able to forget quite that easily. The young man had been forced by his family's financial difficulties to go to work immediately after graduation, but he spent his evenings studying film making and camera technique. His free weekends were dedicated to making the long drive to the college where Sandy was registered as a student of education.
Bill and Sandy had never gone all the way during her college years, but there had been nights during that period when they had come very, very close. Bill, lonely after a week away from her, sometimes became extremely passionate and Sandy needed all the moral education her parents had given her to hold herself back. After their dates together and before Bill would begin his long solitary drive back to their home town, Sandy usually allowed him to coax her into the back seat of his car for a little necking. She felt guilty about this, but had always reasoned to herself that nothing serious could happen as long as she remained morally strong. Bill would always stop when she asked him to and they had been friends for so long that she felt totally relaxed and safe with him. He knew that she was determined to walk down the aisle to her wedding as a virgin and he respected her for this strength.
Sometimes, when Bill seemed unhappy or low in spirits, Sandy would comfort him in the only way she could, letting him slowly undo the buttons on her blouse, unfasten her brassiere and caress her lovely, firmly set breasts with his trembling hands. She knew that this was wrong and sinful, but it had never posed a real problem until the night before Bill's departure for Vietnam.
Bill had enlisted in the Army to get the practical training in film making which he could never afford to acquire in any other way. A friend of his father's got him assigned to a military unit which shot documentaries and training films. Bill knew that the unit was certain to be assigned to Vietnam since that was where the action was, but he was getting nowhere on his own, and he knew that many professional cameramen and directors had gotten their start in the military. It was the only way to success and he decided to take it, even though joining the Army meant a prolonged separation from Sandy.
Nevertheless, they had been almost happy their last night together, or at least they had worked very hard at convincing one another of their happiness. Bill had talked about the experience he would gain in Vietnam and how it would qualify him for a good job when he returned. Sandy had spoken of finishing her studies by the time he was back, and then getting a teaching job to support them while he made his start in life. They had both worked very hard at forgetting about the Viet Cong, and land mines, and machine gun bullets, and all the horrors which awaited him on the other side of the Pacific. And they had drunk a good deal before climbing into the back seat of his battered old car to say their last farewells ... Sandy remembered well what had occurred at that point....
'Wo, Bill, please darling, there are some things we should wait for!" she had cried, but Bill seemed unable to hear her and he closed his mouth over the darkly pulsing tip of one of her breasts, sucking it until her swollen nipple felt as if it would explode. When he had unfastened her blouse and brassiere and slipped them right off her shoulders, Sandy had told herself that it was their last evening together for twelve months and decided to allow him a few extra liberties with her body.
But now he was beginning to frighten her. She knew he would stop when she said no, but she was wondering how much longer she would possess the strength to call an end to their necking.
As he sucked and nibbled her high, proud breasts, his hands continued their exploration of her warm body. His tongue continued to torment the tiny buds of her nipples into stiffness and she was barely conscious of his hand fumbling with the buttons on her wrap-around skirt.
"Oh, Bill!" she cried as the skirt fell away, leaving her firmly rounded buttocks and loins clad only in a pair of sheer, silken panties. She had never before been so exposed to a man and found herself shaking with a combination of nervousness and sexual excitement. This was so wrong, so terribly wrong, but the image of Bill lying dead in some faraway jungle filled her mind and she could not bring herself to end the evening by ordering him to stop.
His hands roamed over the flatness of her smooth white stomach and then on to the softness of her pubic area as he skillfully worked his fingers beneath the soft, flimsy legband of her panties. She gasped with unexpected pleasure as she felt his hands invade the softly curling strands of pubic hair sifting protectively out around her now nakedly exposed vagina. It was a strange tickling sensation and something perverse and wicked in her made her decide to enjoy it a little longer before telling him to stop. The pleasure increased as his hands reached the tiny virginal opening of her vagina. Soon she found her hips grinding sensuously down into the seat and low, involuntary groans of rising pleasure escaping her lips as he manipulated the moist warm flesh around her cunt and she was almost unconscious of the fact that he was undoing his pants with his other hand.
The shock came when he took her hand in his and forced it gently to his cock. It was the first time in her life that she had ever touched a man's penis and she shut her eyes tight out of some foolish conviction that she should not see it even though she was holding it firmly between her warmly trembling fingers. "Ohhhh. God, honey!" he gasped as she tightened her fingers around the excitedly throbbing hardness, and she thrilled to the idea of the danger signals flashing desperately in the back of her mind. Sandy had studied biology in college and had received a halting, embarrased lecture from her mother on sex, but nothing in her past experience had prepared her for the size of Bill's penis, and a tiny thrill of anticipant fear ran through her as she realized that after she was married she would have to accept the whole of his huge male hardness all the way up into the tenderness of her body.
Without thinking or clearly understanding what she was doing, she began to massage it, moving her hand gently up and down the full, excitedly throbbing length of him, delighting in the groans of pleasure she was producing in her fiance. At the same time. Bill's fingers began to penetrate the moistly pulsating mystery of her innocent young vagina and she could feel that his hands were wet from the rising juices of arousal seeping from deep up inside her.
"Don't break me!" she groaned desperately into his mouth. "Leave that for our wedding night. " But the sensations he was creating in her body were too strong and she-could not summon up the moral courage she needed to end this sinful business here and now. Instead she found her subconscious self separating her nakedly exposed thighs a little further to give him more complete access to the interior of her tingling young pussy.
It seemed impossible, but Bill's cock was growing in her hand, and each time she stroked it, she could feel it throbbing and pulsating beneath her fingers, becoming larger and harder than she had ever dreamed possible.
Then, suddenly, he rolled over, lifting himself on top of her body. Instinct caused her to clamp her thighs tightly together the instant he withdrew his hand, and she trapped his long muscular cock in the softness of the skin between her legs. He began thrusting like a madman, in and out, trying to force the swollen tip of his masculinity into her virginal cunt, but she struggled against him fiercely. As she battled, she tightened her thighs even more, increasing the pressure on his straining cock. Then, unexpectedly, he groaned her name and his rhythmically jerking body seemed to fly out of control She felt his cock tense for the last time and begin spurting the hot white cum from his body in thin heated streams up between her tightly clenched thighs.
Her pubic hair was drenched with the thick white liquid and it dampened the insides of her legs and trickled down between the softly quivering moons of her buttocks onto the seat below.
Bill then shuddered violently and his body seemed to go limp on top of her. The danger passed, she felt an enormous tenderness for him and stroked his hair gently while he mumbled embarrassed apologies and begged her forgiveness.
Now, a year had passed and Sandy was still a virgin. From Vietnam, Bill's letters had sometimes come every day and sometimes only a few times a month. He had talked little about the war and she had understood that he was trying to avoid frightening her. Instead, he had written how much he was learning about film making and what an opportunity the Army had turned out to be for him. Sometimes he had talked about a man named Allan, who was his sergeant, mentioning that the two of them were thinking about going into business together after their tour in Vietnam was over.
Sandy, in the meantime, had kept busy with her studies. Her grades were always good, but they had gotten even better, now that her weekends were free for working on her books and she had occupied herself with preparations for her final examinations, practice-teaching in a local grammar school and hunting for a job.
Now, as she stood waiting on the platform for the train to arrive, she felt that they were at last ready to begin their lives. She had graduated a few days previously with high marks and gotten a promise of employment in September from a kindly principal in a nearby school.
Only a few weeks before, Bill had written from Vietnam that he and Allan had decided definitely to go into partnership. He had given her the date of his arrival and asked her to rent them a house where there would be room for both an apartment and a film maker's studio. This she had done, choosing a run-down but sturdy building near a park and not too far from the apartment she was sharing with a girl from the university. Bill had also mentioned that a girlfriend of Allan's would be coming in with them, and Sandy nervously wondered what Allan and this girl would be like.
She found herself also speculating over the possiblity of Bill's having changed during his tour of duty in the Orient. Could a year in the combat zone have altered him in any way? Would he be bitter? Or cruel?
Thinking back on that last night before his departure, Sandy drew herself up and faced the fact that it would be some time before Bill was sufficiently well established to marry her and that until that time, they would simply have to behave themselves. It would be difficult, she knew, but the time would pass quickly. And after all, a future teacher of innocent young children had to be a person of a high moral standard. Not a prude, certainly, but a woman who knew how to control her own emotions.
With a blush, she suddenly found herself wondering if Bill had had anything to do with any other women while in the Orient. She bravely decided that it was possible. There was no point in being naive. After all, the man had been a soldier, but she resolved to forgive him anyway, and never, never to ask.
CHAPTER TWO
The compartment was made to accommodate six, but there were only three passengers left as the train began picking its way through the suburbs of the city. The three were unlike each other in appearance, but even a casual observer would have guessed correctly that they were all intimate friends. There was something in the relaxed, informal way in which the woman, an attractive brunette, was stretched out on the seat with one leg tossed carelessly over a suitcase which suggested that she was in the presence of men she knew very well. The two males were clearly at least ten years apart in age, but their conversation was spirited and enthusiastic, not resembling in the least the usual casual exchange between two travelers who have struck up an acquaintance to pass away the idle hours.
"Did we have the film refrigerated in L.A.?" asked the younger man. He was a big muscular individual, tanned from months of brutal exposure to the Oriental sun and hardened by long hours of carrying camera equipment through jungles and rice paddies. The hardness had not as yet reached his face, however, and he wore the open friendly expression of a college football player.
"Yeah," replied the other man. "It was on ice from the time it left Saigon. It'll catch a little heat coming across the country but it shouldn't deteriorate much." The speaker was perhaps a decade older than his friend and spoke with the casual toughness of the career Army non-commissioned officer. He was a burly heavy-set individual with long, powerful arms and he puffed contentedly on a cigar as he talked.
"You boys worry all the time," the girl suddenly spoke up. "You can relax now. The stuff got through the customs all right and the M.P.'s never said a word. When you should have been sweating, you were both cool as cucumbers. Now we're on easy street and I've heard nothing but worrying since we left the West Coast. What's bugging you?"
Val was an attractive female in her late twenties, obviously a sophisticated woman of the world. In keeping with the current fashions she wore faded blue jeans which were deliberately ripped on the bottoms, and a casual V-necked sweater. From the unrestricted movement of her breasts as the train rocked from side to side, it was clear that she disdained the use of brassieres and preferred to let her high, well-formed breasts bounce naturally.
Bill, the younger man, responded to her question.
"Val-baby, we're all right as far as the Army is concerned. Allan and I have our discharge papers in our pockets and it will be a century or two before they get around to looking for all the cameras and equipment we "borrowed"! But civilian life is a whole different thing. We know our work well enough, but we're moving into a very stiff market and we'll be facing the very stiffest kind of competition from the established film makers in the city. We've got enough film for a year or two if we use it carefully, but we're damned short of money. And the one thing we couldn't steal from the Army is a bunch of clients. Take my word for it, this is no time to get relaxed."
"Ah, now cool it, son," drawled Allan with the fatherly tone of an old sergeant speaking to a raw recruit. "If we could make films standing in mud up to our assholes with bullets flying over our heads, we can make them anywhere. After all, they didn't give that award to us for the best battlefield documentary of the year for nothing. We've got what it takes, kid, here or in Vietnam or anywhere. All we need to do is stay with our formula: good clear films with plenty of action and lots of sex. It doesn't make any difference whether we're shooting advertisements or training films or skin flicks. The formula stays the same."
"And by doing the basic film processing ourselves, we'll save a pile of dough," added Val enthusiastically. "And how many young film makers just starting out have got the gear you two have collected? Cameras, lenses, projectors, enlargers, cutting equipment-where did you get it all? I never saw such a mountain of stuff. I couldn't even figure out what half of it did. And how on earth did you ever swipe it without the Army catching on? You never did tell me the whole story on that."
"It wasn't easy," admitted Allan uncomfortably, lowering his voice. "Bill and I had just checked into a new station where they had enough gear to re-equip Twentieth Century Fox. The Viet Cong overran us about the second night we were there and since we were all camera crews and not combat troops, we bugged out without putting up any resistance. Bill and I got lost in the jungle in the confusion. After wandering around getting stung by mosquitos for a couple of hours, we stumbled back on our station again. The Viet Cong had left a couple of men behind to guard all the gear and moved on chasing our troops. We knew it was the chance of a lifetime so we moved in and took out the guards...."
"What do you mean, 'took them'?" interrupted Val.
"Well, honey, war is hell and they'd have done the same to us. We bumped them off and spent the next day and all the following night hauling gear into the jungle and burying it. Just as we got the last piece out, the Marines counter-attacked and re-captured the station. Everybody figured that the Viet Cong had heisted the gear and nothing ever came of it."
"And it was almost six months before the area was completely pacified and we went back to shoot a film," reminisced Bill. "We had to hire a native with a truck to cart it all back to Saigon where we played games with the customs people getting it onto a ship. That was riskier than taking it away from the Viet Cong."
"How did I get hooked up with you two?" demanded Val jokingly. "A couple of cut-throat cameramen! Well, anyway, now that I know you're both war heroes as well as hot-shot movie makers, I'll have to do my duty as a patriotic citizen and think up some very special reward for the two of you." She grinned at the two men lasciviously and wiggled her bouncing breasts to leave no doubt as to what kind of reward she had in mind.
"You're going to have to be satisfied with rewarding just old Allan, I'm afraid. This young stud has got a real piece of woman waiting for him at the train station. Hasn't he shown you a photograph? Hard to tell with all her clothes on, but she looks like the hottest piece of goods I've seen since we left Hong Kong ... Hey, Bill, remember that broad in Hong Kong, the one with the enormous tits?"
"Yeah," replied the younger man without much enthusiasm. "Listen, about Sandy...."
"I'm here to tell you, Val, that girl had a body like something out of a wet dream," Allan interrupted. "We rented her for a whole day and took turns climbing on and off her. I was ready for a heart attack by dinner time, but this young stud must have socked it to her about twenty times."
"I want to explain about Sandy...." Bill tried again, but Val cut in over him.
"You don't have to tell me," she said saucily. "I'm still sore from the workover the two of you gave me last night. If you're as good a team behind a camera as you are when you're entertaining the ladies, you should have an Oscar or two inside of a year."
"About Sandy...." Bill persisted.
"What a pretty name that is!" Val chattered on. "I'm sure the four of us will get along just fine. Is that what's been bothering you? Long as she lets you climb into bed with me once in a while so I don't get too bored with the old sarge here, then I'll be happy. And Allan'll be glad to teach her anything she doesn't already know."
"That's just it!" Bill cried out in desperation. "No one's going to teach Sandy anything. I've been trying to explain since we left L.A."
"S'matter, chum?" inquired Allan. "Doesn't she go for our kind of fun and games?"
"It's worse than that, Allan. When I left for Vietnam, Sandy was a virgin and I imagine she's still the same.
"A virgin?" repeated Val, as if she was unsure of the meaning of the word.
"You're putting us on," growled Allan, throwing his cigar out the window in disgust. "The greatest cocksman in Saigon with a virgin girlfriend? For Christ's sake, how old is this girl?"
"She's twenty-three, a year younger than I am. But you have to understand, we were both raised in this tiny town in New England. Her mother ran the whole community with the Bible and her husband's money. Sandy's just ... well ... she's not frigid or anyting, but she's very proper."
"And what are you going to do?" demanded Allan. "I figured we could use this girl as a model and an actress. If she doesn't want to join the party that's her business, but a broad with her looks could sure help us out."
"She will," promised Bill eagerly. "I know she'll do everything she can, but we have to take it slow with her, ease her along, if you know what I mean."
"Gee, a virgin at twenty-three," mused Val, staring dreamily out the window. "I lost my virginity when I was thirteen. Two kids I went to grammar school with pulled me into a vacant lot on the way home after classes. I've been screwing ever since. I can't imagine how people like that manage to live without it. I'd go nuts in a week."
"You, baby, are a special case," Allan assured her as he reached over and patted the large, partially exposed breast nearest him. "Hey, here's the station!"
The train shuddered as the conductor applied his brakes and brought the long gray liner into the station at a crawl. Bill threw himself to the window and began scanning the crowded platform for his fiance.
"There she is! Hey Sandy!" he shouted, as Allan and Val peered over his shoulder.
"Is that the one?" gasped Allan as Sandy came into view. "The one with the big boobs and the smooth little ass? And you never got a piece of that? Bill, I'm ashamed of you. I'll give you one week to get it into her or I'm cutting you out of my will."
"Now Allan, stop that," Val corrected him. "We've got to try and make a good impression on Sandy. She looks like a lovely little girl and I'm sure Bill will know just how to handle her. Without any help from you, you dirty old man. And try to watch your language, at least until she gets to know us. God damn, she does have big tits, doesn't she? Some girls have all the luck."
Bill, overcome by joy, raced down the corridor waving his suitcase and pushing the other passengers roughly out of the way. When the train J slowed sufficiently, he jumped to the platform and flew to her side.
As Bill's arms closed around her soft, yielding body, Sandy forgot about the insulting bums, the dingy station, the year of loneliness and all the troubles behind and ahead of them. For a few minutes they stood, wrapped in each other's arms, without speaking, or even kissing. Sandy was only dimly aware of the other passengers climbing down from the train and the porters hauling baggage and mail. Finally she became aware that there were two people, a man and a woman, standing next to them and grinning broadly.
So this was the couple Bill had written about!
Bill, his face smeared with lipstick, made the introductions. Val looked pleasant and cheerful and Sandy found her very pretty, except for a little hardness in the way she dressed. Allan seemed younger than she had anticipated and she realized that she had been expecting a grizzled old sergeant. He seemed nice enough, but there was something cold and unfeeling about his smile and this frightened her a little.
She led them to her old car and the four set off for the house Sandy had rented. Bill kept kissing her passionately every time they stopped for a signal light and once he brushed his hand over her ripe young breasts. Allan and Val could hardly have failed to notice this crude sexual gesture and she shot Bill a warning look, thinking at the same time that this was perfectly normal behavior for a man who had spent twelve months in the jungle without so much as a glance at a woman.
He will be hard to control, she told herself. They had better try to schedule their wedding as soon as possible or they were likely to fall into sin. In the meantime she would simply have to be strong enough for the two of them. With this thought, she pulled into the alley and introduced them to their new home.
CHAPTER THREE
For Sandy, the week following the arrival of Bill, Allan and Val seemed to flow by in a blur of reminiscenses, war stories and hard work. The two men lost no time in getting down to the practical business of converting the run-down old house into a modern film laboratory and studio. Fortunately the cellar after a thorough clean-up, was large enough to serve as a set for in-door filming, and Bill busied himself setting up lights and back drops.
On the ground floor, Allan went to work on the darkroom in which he wanted to be able to process both still pictures and black-and-white motion picture film, and the ex-sergeant spent long hours hauling in tanks and installing hot and cold running water plus the necessary electrical outlets. The kitchen was left a kitchen and Val was doing a surprisingly good job of stocking the shelves with food from the local supermarket, cleaning cob-webs off the ceiling, re-painting the table and even plastering up some holes in the wall.
The living room they had decided to make into an offce. Sandy, having nothing to do until her teaching job began in the Fall, was recruited as secretary, and spent her mornings shopping for office furniture in second-hand stores and her afternoons scrubbing floors and painting chairs. The second floor was to serve as their living quarters with a common sitting room, a bedroom for Allan and Val, another for Bill and a bathroom. There was a third room available and Bill had tactfully suggested that Sandy could save money by moving out of her apartment near the University. She was tempted by this offer, since she was spending almost sixteen hours a day with the group as it was, and it hardly seemed worth the drive home alone every night.
But, attractive as the idea was, she put him off, knowing that it would be difficult for the two of them to behave themselves were they to sleep each night in adjoining bedrooms. As it was, she was considerably shocked by the kind of life led by Allan and Val. They were both very nice people, she was forced to admit, but they were very distinctly not married and yet obviously and openly sleeping together. Sandy was hardly so innocent as to be unaware that this sometimes happened, but she had never before actually known anyone "living in sin", and the idea scandalized her a little. Also, she thought it was a very poor example and hoped Bill would be morally strong enough to resist the kind of life which Allan and Val seemed to favor.
Another thing which puzzled her was Bill's behavior. Subconsciously she had been looking forward to fighting off his advances and using all her moral courage to maintain her purity. At the very least, she had anticipated a return to the necking sessions the two of them had enjoyed before his departure for Vietnam.
Instead Bill continued to behave very properly towards her. Naturally he held her hand whenever they went out together and before they parted for the evening, he customarily pulled her into his arms for a few good-night kisses. But there was nothing remotely resembling the enormous passion he had shown prior to his departure and she found herself slightly disappointed, although she could hardly criticise him, even in her own mind, for behaving like a perfect gentleman.
Perhaps, she reasoned, he was a little shy in the company of Val and Allan. After all, both of them were extremely sophisticated and worldly people, far more experienced in every way than either she or Bill. Sandy herself noticed that she felt a little awkward in front of Val. It would never have occurred to Sandy, for example, to march out of the bathroom soaking wet and wearing only a pair of lace panties and shout, "Who stole all the fucking towels?" as Val had recently done. But when Val did something that was really quite shocking and indecent, like running around improperly dressed, it seemed daring and liberated. Sandy, when extremely aggravated, sometimes said "darn" and it sounded silly. Val routinely used words which would stun a truckdriver and succeeded somehow in sounding cute and sophisticated.
Sometimes Sandy found herself looking down on Val because she was, after all, a perfect scatterbrain who had probably never even finished high school. But most of the time, she found herself wishing that she could be as self-possessed, as worldly and as cool as the brown-haired girl.
In general, the four of them got along famously, but Sandy was bothered by another private worry. Sometimes it seemed to her that Val and Bill shared some secret private understanding. And the time that Val, searching for her towel, had run half-naked into the living room, her high well-formed breasts still glistening with bath water, Bill had glanced at her very casually, as if this were a sight he had seen before and expected to see again. Sandy knew this was impossible since Val was very clearly Allan's mistress and Bill would never stoop to chasing a friend's girl. But something about the situation bothered her, even though she tried her best to put the idea out of her mind.
Exactly one week after the day the train had pulled into the station, Allan and Bill declared an evening on the town as a reward for everyone.
"Wear that dress," Bill asked her as she was preparing to return to her own apartment to change.
"What dress?" asked Sandy innocently. She had been wearing paint-spattered blue jeans almost all week and had almost decided to wear a cotton print frock her mother had given her for Christmas the previous year.
"The miniskirt you wore to the station. I never saw you look so good."
"Oh Bill, I couldn't wear that to a nightclub. Even at the train station I overheard one man say he thought I was a prostitute."
"Well, "suit yourself," Bill replied, obviously a little disappointed. "But wear something a little bit smart. Val will be going dressed to kill as usual, and you don't want to look like her little sister."
Sandy returned to her apartment, a little hurt at Bill's lack of confidence in her taste. She had always been considered a very fashionable dresser back home in New England and she resented Bill's implication that she was a small-town hick who wouldn't know what to wear during a night on the town. However, as she opened her closet door and looked at her collection of dresses, she realized that compared to Val, she was hopelessly out of date. There was no other choice. She put the miniskirt on and drove back to the house.
"Why Sandy, how gorgeous you look!" cried Val as she entered the living room. "Allan is still shaving and Bill is hunting for his bow tie. Will you help me button my dress?"
Val was wearing the briefest miniskirt Sandy had ever seen, made out of some new chemical fabric which fitted her like a second skin. As Sandy did up the buttons in back, she observed that the other girl was not wearing a brassiere. Val never wore one around the house but Sandy was frankly a little shocked that she would appear in public this way.
"Uh, Val, aren't you going to put on a brassiere?" Sandy inquired nervously, a little afraid of offending the girl.
"What for?" Val responded, apparently not offended. "I haven't got enough to worry about!" The brown-haired girl spun around, her dress buttoned, and faced Sandy. Val's tender, prominent nipples were clearly visible beneath the thin, slippery fabric and her breasts moved naturally as she walked. "And if I had as much as you do, you lucky thing, I still wouldn't worry about it. Let me see your dress, honey."
Sandy struck a model's poise and turned around to allow Val to observe her dress from all sides.
"Christ, if I had your figure, Sandy, I'd go stark naked," she commented and Sandy blushed at the idea as Val chattered on.
"Now with that dress, for example, you should definitely go without a bra. You can tell from the way it's cut tight under the bust."
"But Val, I can't walk around on the street without a brassiere on!" Sandy protested.
"Honey, have you been to Rome? Paris? London? Nobody on the continent wears a brassiere any more. And this place we're going to tonight is very continental. See? Look in the mirror. This material is made to lie close to your skin. When you wear a bra, you can see the straps right through it. Besides, it wrecks the shape of the dress. Come on, I'll unbutton you and you can take it off."
"Oh Val, I couldn't!" cried Sandy.
"Why couldn't you?" inquired the other girl innocently. "It's very stylish to go flopping around and besides I like the way the material slips across my nipples when I walk. It's exciting." While she chattered, Val had moved around behind Sandy and was undoing the zipper.
"Hi Bill," she said as Sandy's fiance entered the room, his bow tie evidently found. "I'm just trying to talk your girlfriend here into taking off her brassiere. Don't you think she'd look better that way?"
"Definitely," replied Bill. "Brassieres are out of date."
"I think I'll be too embarrassed," objected Sandy standing with her dress unzipped, her hands holding it in place. "This material is too thin. You can practically see right through it."
"Well, try it on without the bra. If too much shows you can always put it back on."
This seemed reasonable, but Sandy was still confused and embarrassed. She was willing to make the experiment, but Bill made no move to leave the room and she hated to ask him to leave in front of Val. She compromised by turning her back on him, letting the dress hang around her waist and stripping the bra off her shoulders as Val unzipped it from behind. Her nipples, excited by the conversation and Bill's presence, stood out hard and firm and she knew they would show clearly through the thin fabric of her dress.
"What boobs!" cried Val enviously. "Sandy you have the greatest pair of tits I have ever seen on a woman! Doesn't she, Bill?" Sandy blushed at this crude but sincere compliment and yielded in her confusion as Val took her arms and turned her around to face Bill.
"I mean, there are a lot of big bosomed women around but they nearly always sag. Your boobs stand up all by themselves and you don't need a bra, honey. Throw it away!"
Sandy finally regained her presence of mind, even though she was still blushing furiously, and she pushed her arms through the straps of the dress and pulled it up to cover her rose-tipped breasts.
"Zip me up and we'll see."
"What's going on?" inquired Allan, who entered as Val zipped up the dress. "Sandy doing a strip tease?"
"You're part of the jury," Bill informed him. "We're voting on whether or not Sandy goes braless tonight."
As soon as Val had fastened the miniskirt in back, Sandy saw immediately that the girl had been correct. The dress fitted over her body much better and had plainly been intended to be worn without a bra.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked, turning to face her friends. In the full length mirror hanging in the hall she could see her own image and it was a Sandy she hardly recognized. Val had loosened the shoulder straps slightly, allowing the dress to hang more naturally and revealing the tops of her full breasts. The material was not transparent, but the two dark circles of her nipples showed clearly from beneath the fabric. It was really no more than an expensive nightgown and Sandy felt virtually naked.
"Oh, I think...." she faltered. "I think it's quite impossible."
"I vote yes," insisted Val. "So do I," added Allan. "That makes it three to one, Sandy, and everything is very democratic here. Let's go, gang, those drinks are waiting." Bill opened the front door and walked towards the car as the others prepared to follow him.
Sandy very definitely did not want to appear in public dressed, or rather undressed, in this fashion, but she hated to insist upon putting on her bra again. Besides embarrassing Bill in front of his friends, she would be forced to strip in front of them to put it back in place and so she decided the idea was out of the question and followed Val out the front door.
Despite Sandy's hesitation, their evening was a total success. Allan, who knew the city well, led them to an underground, and probably illegal, cabaret, where film and TV people frequently entertained their guests. The place was dark and noisy, but the owner seemed to recognize Allan and gave them an excellent table near the stage. Without being asked, the waiter brought them a bottle of first-rate whiskey, mixers, and ice, and then left them alone for the remainder of the evening. For awhile they chattered in this warm friendly atmosphere, sipping the whiskey and smoking. As the alcohol began to relax Sandy's nerves, she lost most of her fears, reasoning that the cabaret was too dark for anyone to see anything anyway. She also noticed that the other women present were all dressed in the most extreme fashions and she failed utterly to detect any sign of anyone wearing a bra.
The floor show was several times stronger than anything Sandy had seen before, although Val and Allan both assured her that this was a normal sort of entertainment in Europe, and very mild compared to the kind of show staged in the Orient. A baggy-pants comedian told a series of jokes, most of which Sandy failed to understand but correctdly assumed to be vulgar. There were three strip-tease on the bill, and she watched with interest as each of the three very attractive women disrobed before a generally appreciative audience.
Sandy had never seen a strip tease before and had always assumed that they were dirty, indecent spectacles in which fat, middle-aged women stripped off their clothing in the most vulgar possible manner before a group of dirty old men. She was pleasantly surprised to find that the girls undressed tastefully, while dancing in time with the music. She was a little shocked at how far the strips went, however, and felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of sitting only a few feet from a dancing woman, naked except for a scanty piece of cloth barely covering her pubic region and obviously attached with some powerful adhesive.
Sandy was not used to drinking whiskey since her parents had forbidden her to drink all of the years she lived at home, but as the evening progressed, she found the liquor sliding down her throat with greater and greater ease. When the show ended, dancing was permitted, and she was amazed to see how free and gay she felt, all embarrassment over her body having vanished. Of course she noticed that men were watching her, sometimes secretively over their dates' shoulders, but the looks seemed much more like compliments than threats, and she began, just a little, to enjoy being the center of attention.
And when the four of them left, quite late in the evening, Sandy decided that she could not recall when she had enjoyed herself so thoroughly. She begged Bill, who seemed the soberest of the lot, to drive her car, and they reached the house without incident.
"I guess I can make it home from here," she said as they pulled up in front of the studio home. "But I hate to end the evening. Everything has been so beautiful."
"The evening's not over yet," responded her fiance. "Come in and we'll put some music on the record player. You're not going anywhere until we've filled you up with coffee. Besides, you left your bra in the living room. What would your roommate think if you came home without it?"
The four of them laughed at the idea all the way to the sitting room on the second floor. While Val busied herself with the preparation of another round of drinks and Bill adjusted the phonograph, Allan got a small leather bag from his bedroom.-
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced theatrically, laying cigarette paper and plastic bag out on the table before him, we bring to you, direct from the Orient, the one, the only, the original, Saigon Gold!"
Sandy watched with interest, wondering what he could possibly be talking about, as Allan extracted from the plastic bag a quantity of what seemed to be a coarse tobacco, and began rolling a cigarette.
"There's a whole pack of cigarettes on the table," she blurted out, thinking possibly that Allan was a tiny bit drunk. "You don't have to roll them."
To her surprise, Val, Bill and Allan all burst into laughter. Still chuckling, Bill threw an arm around her shoulders, drawing her to him and explaining.
"This isn't a regular cigarette, honey, it's pot. We brought about a ton of it back from Vietnam with us."
"Pot?" she asked incredulously. "You mean marijuana?"
"Not just marijuana," corrected Allan busily rolling his cigarette,-'but the very best. They grow this down in the Delta and it beats anything Mexico or Lebanon has to offer."
Sandy was horrified and aghast. "But we can't smoke marijuana! It's against the law!"
Allan and Val went into another fit of laughing, but Bill, seeing that she was seriously upset, did his best to explain.
"This doesn't make you into a drug addict, honey. It's relaxing and helps you appreciate music and the people you're with. These two have been smoking it all their lives and you don't see them shoving needles into their arms."
"I'm worried."
"Calm down, Sandy," said Allan. "No one's going to call the police. You don't have to smoke if you don't want to, but let us enjoy ours and then we'll make you some coffee."
Allan finished the rolling of his first cigarette, lit it and passed it immediately to Val before going to work on the second. The brown-haired girl smoked tranquilly for a few minutes, sprawled comfortably on the sofa with her feet over the back and the thin white crotchband of her panties casually displayed to the company. Then she passed the cigarette to Bill, commenting, "That's real smooth stuff. Best I've ever had and believe me I've smoked everything at one time or another."
Bill accepted the cigarette and inhaled heavily, held the smoke in his lungs for nearly a minute and then blew it out with an expression of pure happiness.
As Bill continued to smoke, Allan finished the other cigarette and joined Val on the sofa.
"I think we should get there on two. How's it taste, Bill?"
"Good as ever. I can feel my nerve endings tingling already. Have a puff, Sandy. It won't hurt you and you can stop if you don't like what you feel."
Sandy started to refuse, but Allan interrupted her before she began to speak.
"You're wasting your time, Bill. Nice little girls from nice little towns don't smoke pot."
Sandy flared immediately at Allan's implication that she was nothing more than a small town hick. After all, she had just returned from an evening in a nightclub wearing a very sophisticated dress and mixing with some very sophisticated people. She was not a hick and suddenly she was filled with a stubborn determination to show these people that nice little girls from nice little towns could kick their heels up once in awhile too! She took the burning cigarette from Bill's fingers, allowed him to throw an arm around her shoulders and took an experimental drag. The taste was strange and a little strong, but Sandy occasionally smoked cigarettes and she found she could inhale the pungent smoke without coughing or choking. After a few puffs she decided that the taste was not at all unpleasant.
Allan and Val were cuddling on the sofa, passing a cigarette back and forth, while Bill and Sandy relaxed on some cushions on the floor.
"No, take it into your lungs and hold it for a few minutes," Bill instructed. Apparently by accident, he moved his hand on her shoulder and the strap on Sandy's dress slipped lower down over her arm.
"Urn, that's better," she said.
"Is it starting to hit you?"
"Yes, but I was talking about my shoulder strap. It was biting into my shoulder."
"Here, I'll fix the other one." As he slipped the other shoulder strap down, the dress settled lower over Sandy's lushly rising breasts, the front barely covering the small brown nipples. As she settled herself comfortably again under Bill's arm, she felt his fingers brush the full warm tops of her breasts and there was an immediate reaction as her nipples unconsciously doubled in size, straining against the flimsy fabric of her minidress.
With each puff, Sandy could feel her tensions and fears disappear. She exchanged a slow, lingering kiss with Bill, the first real lovers' embrace she had shared with him since his return. She felt his hand nestle further down into her dress and experienced a moment of apprehension, but quickly decided that there was no reason for concern. She would hardly have to fight off any attacks with two other people in the room. Besides, she was discovering that she really liked thf sensation his fingers were causing in her breasts. Her nipples had never been so swollen and the marijuana seemed to have the effect of making her soft, delicate skin more sensitive to the touch.
Sandy glanced across the room to see if their friends were watching, but Val and Allan were paying no attention to them. Allan was virtually laying on top of the brown-haired girl, whose skirt had been pushed up high over tiny, almost transparent panties and Sandy could see that his hands were buried beneath the miniskirt as he stroked and excited the girl's small but perfectly formed breasts. Their mouths were locked together in what seemed to be an unending kiss.
The marijuana was beginning to affect Sandy strongly and she found her head swimming delightfully. Her body seemed light as a feather and she made no protest when Bill pushed her carefully down on the carpet, her buttocks still resting on the pillow. The warm mellowing smoke from two burning cigarettes seemed to be filling the room with calmness and happiness. Sandy noticed that her sense of time and proportion seemed to be distorted, but nothing bothered her now except a growing feeling of sexual excitement in her legs and stomach. She closed her eyes and felt Bill's hand on her thigh, stroking her back and forth and all the nerve endings in her skin seemed to be crying out for more.
Something in the back of her now drug-fogged mind told her that the situation was dangerous, but she seemed unable to organize her thoughts sufficiently to tell Bill to stop. His hand teased slowly but surely up her thigh until he reached the softly pulsating pubic mound, protected only by the thin panties she was wearing. She closed her thighs tightly together to deny him access to her vagina, but his hand continued to rise until he found the top of her panties.
With a smooth, downward thrust under the thin elastic waistband, his fingers reached the soft wet slit of her vagina and Sandy found her legs relaxing and parting of their own volition as his touch took effect.
Oh God, I'm only a woman, she told herself as a warm electric sensation of desire began racing through her pleasure-wracked body. I'm not made of steel and this is the man I love. As Bill teased her thin white panties down to her thighs and began caressing the wetly curling mound of soft resilient pubic hair with his fingers, a groan escaped Sandy's lips, and Bill began slowly, smoothly, teasing the opening to her virginal young cunt. She gasped with passion as his finger slipped into the tightly clenched little slit and shame burst over her as she found that her buttocks were grinding hungrily in response down into the pillow, totally beyond the control of her mind.
This is wrong, she told herself. Oh God, my body is on fire! I can't stop moving my hips! I'm going mad!
Her mind fogged by the marijuana, she felt two hands massaging her breasts, tormenting her swollen nipples until she felt they would burst. Forcing open her eyes, she looked down and found, to her horror, that her throbbing breasts were being caressed by her own hands! She realized now that she had completely lost control, but the moral values absorbed for a lifetime were not so easily defeated. Raising herself on her elbows, she pulled away from Bill, seeing that her miniskirt had dropped Completely away from her aching, brown-tipped breasts and was rolled up around her waist. Her panties had disappeared. She was about to try to rise and tear herself away from this now almost uncontrolled scene of sin and temptation when she was stunned into immobility by what was now happening on the sofa.
Val was totally naked, her legs spread wide and lying in a position of sensual abandon with one foot resting on the floor and the other hanging limply over the back of the couch. The soft, moistly brown hair of her pussy was completely exposed and as she squirmed lewdly, Sandy could see the pink open slit of her cunt, glistening wetly from the sexual excitement of her body.
Kneeling above her, also naked, was Allan, his eyes glassy and hard. From between the heavy curls of pubic hair in his groin, his tall thick penis was standing up proudly, its red massive tip only inches from Val's tenderly exposed cunt.
He's going to fuck her, thought Sandy, amazed that she could use that awful obscene word even in her thoughts. He's going to put his penis up inside her, here, right in front of its!
As she stared, paralyzed by the lewd spectacle, Val raised her arms and took Allan's hardened throbbing penis into her soft hands. Fondling and caressing it tenderly as if it were an object of great value, she began to raise her head and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Sandy watched her grin lasciviously at Allan and then lower her head, moving her face towards his cock and at the same time ovaling her mouth wide....
"Nooooooh!" screamed Sandy, as it suddenly struck her that Val had every intention of sucking Allan's monstrous cock between her lips. She struggled to her feet, pushing Bill away from her in her efforts to fight her way to the door, sobbing passionately. Her sense of balance now destroyed by the liquor-pot combination, she staggered and would have fallen had Bill not sprung to his feet and caught her.
"I've got to go home!" she cried, clinging to him for fear she would collapse on the floor. "I can't ... I'm sorry ... I just can't...."
"You're not going anywhere in this condition," Bill told her, an unusual tone of harshness and command in his voice. "You can't even walk much less drive. I'm putting you to bed."
"Oh, what they were doing...." she began sobbing as Bill carried her into the bedroom. "I never dreamed...."
"It's time you learned how big people play," Bill snapped almost angrily. He pulled back the covers on the bed and then bent over and yanked Sandy's dress over her head, leaving her naked. Forcing her down into the sheets, he straightened up and began undressing rapidly.
"And the lesson has just begun," he announced, brutally ripping off his shirt without bothering to undo the buttons. She forced her eyes open to watch him. As his trousers and snorts fell to the floor, his thick, desire hardened cock left out from its place of concealment.
My God, it's huge! she thought. Through the confusion in her brain came one clear fearful thought. It was far too big! The time they had almost made love before he went to Vietnam she had not clearly viewed his penis although it had seemed strangely large in her fingers. Now she could see him plainly. Could a woman take such a monstrous thing up between her legs and not be torn apart inside!
"Bill, please don't!" she pleaded as he started toward her, holding the hard pulsating tip of the massive uncircumsized instrument in his hand, "It's time we started. Sandy baby," he responded, a new harshness in his voice. "I've waited for you long enough."
With one quick movement, he sent the bed covers flying across the room and she lay exposed and naked before him. Smiling brutally, he forced her legs apart and crushed his lips against the soft trembling flesh of her belly. The suddenness of his approach sent a maddening chill up her backbone and Bill shifted his attentions to the delicate, fearfully trembling zone between her thighs. With him kneeling between her legs, she was unable to defend herself, and she groaned in shame and humiliation as he carefully spread the softly curling strands of her thin blonde pubic hair with his fingers, bent forward and licked his hot thirsty tongue into the liquid sweetness of her vagina. Placing his hands beneath her full rounded young buttocks, he burrowed further into the moist pink slit, his tongue swirling around and working like a demon.
"Oh Lord! Ooooooh! Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried as he continued this obscenely depraved attack up between her open thighs.
She flailed her head helplessly from side to side as he sucked on her hardening clitoris. In spite of the shame and fear she was feeling, her body slowly began to react to this assault on her helpless genitals. Short sharp spurts of pleasure again began racing up and down her spine and she felt her back begin to switch automatically and involuntarily. Her full splendid breasts were shaking gently back and forth as Bill licked ever hotter between her legs and she could feel her nipples expand and harden. And suddenly, as though she had no control over them, her hands stretched down to touch his head and caress his neck and she found herself pressing him into her and groaning shamelessly as he continued to thrust his thick wet tongue into the now hungrily quivering mouth of her open vagina.
Bill sensed that she was slowly surrendering to him and to her own long-suppressed lusts and desires. Her moist silken pubic hair tickled teasing against his cheeks as Sandy's thighs tightened, relaxed and then tightened again in a slow hypnotic rhythm. I've won, he grinned triumphantly to himself, as he glanced up at her lust-contorted face. Now, at last, for the real thing.
As he' lifted his wetly glistening face from her moist vagina, Sandy lay still in total surrender, her stomach quivering and trembling with a sudden lewd anticipation. Bill's lips traveled lustfully over her prostrate body and she groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he nipped his teeth sharply over her tight breast. Even as she tried to roll away from this painful bite, she sensed waves of pleasure racing down her sides to her thighs where Bill's hands were still busy, stroking her throbbingly open cunt.
"You're ready," he told her shortly. "You've never been more ready in your life."
"Don't hurt me, Bill, darling!" she begged him. "Please be gentle!"
"I am going to fuck you," he informed her coldly. "And there will be nothing gentle about it. When this cock of mine first slides up into your hot little cunt, you are going to squirm and scream like you never have before."
Bill had never before used words like these in her presence, but the brutal obscenity of what he said somehow thrilled her and she found herself longing to be hurt, defiled, humiliated by this man she loved so much.
"Spread your legs, baby!" he ordered abruptly. "Wider! There's a lot of cock here and I'm going to need all the fucking room I can get!"
Her entire body trembling in a hellish mixture of fear and anticipation, Sandy obeyed, spreading her thighs as wide as she could, while Bill knelt above her, his massive red-tipped organ waving in her face. Then, covering her naked body with his own, he guided the throbbing massive cock with his fingers to the waiting lips of her cunt, pushing his way through her moistly curling pussy hair. Holding her breath and closing her eyes, Sandy felt his smooth rubbery hardness touch the tight elastic entrance to her vagina. He paused for a moment, teasing and exciting her by moving the heavy tip of his cock over her tiny fluttering clitoris and the soft pink lips of her cunt. Then he positioned himself expertly above her and ground forward up between her widespread thighs.
"Aaaaaaagh!" she cried in pain as the tip of his stiffened cock forced an entry into the moistly trembling walls of her open vagina.
"Oh God, Bill, you're hurting me," she pleaded as he pressed forward, urging his cock still further into her tender virginal cunt. "Please don't put any more of it in me!"
"It's supposed to hurt the first time," he informed her without feeling. "Relax!" The sight of her naked helpless body spread-eagled beneath him excited him beyond endurance. He had really intended to be gentle and soft with her but all the gentleness in him disappeared as his lust increased. He thrust forward another inch, allowing his full weight to rest on her full, flattened tits, enjoying her helpless cries of pain and fear.
"Bill, Bill, Oh God, Bill," she screamed as with a low grunt and a final thrust forward, he filled her completely, destroying forever the thin fragile membrane of her virginity. His lust-hardened cock now lay buried deep up inside her whitely trembling belly, seeming to fill every corner and every crevice in her body. The soft wet walls of her cunt flowered wide before his brutal attack and he flexed his penis even deeper, burying it entirely within her. She could feel his soft, sperm-swollen balls slapping against the naked smoothness of her upturned buttocks as he began moving slowly and established a smooth regular rhythm, withdrawing from her almost all the way and then fucking forward up into her again, bringing her renewed pain and torment.
"You're a woman, now Sandy, honey," he grinned down at her pain contorted face, lying still for a moment his vagina moistened lips directly above hers and his body crushing into her. "You're being fucked by a man for the first time in your life! Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Oh Bill, I ... it hurts so ... just go ahead and do it to me...."
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he demanded again.
"Yes, finish it ... now that we've started." she gritted her teeth tightly together and groaned up at him.
"Then say it," he insisted brutally. "Ask me to fuck you." The pressure inside her cunt was almost unbearable. She could not bear the idea of mouthing the disgusting word he was using, but she desperately wanted him to finish and take its awful hardness out of her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me then!" she whimpered in surrender, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I don't care how much it hurts. Fuck me good, darling!"
Oh God, you're no better than a whore now, she told herself, as Bill began breathing heavily again and fucking rhythmically in and out of her wide-stretched cunt. You've lost your virginity. Her parents would disown her if they knew and even Bill could never respect her again. She was in despair and the burning pain of his hardened cock buried far up in her belly only deepened her grief.
Bill sensed that she could no longer oppose him and quickened his stroke. Sandy's body, still aching but sensuous from the lingering affects of the marijuana, slowly began to react and desire started slowly circulating in her torturously filled belly.
As the pain and stiffness gradually decreased, her awakening hips and buttocks writhed and rocked beneath him and from her throat the piteous whines and sobs were gradually changing into sighs and low, eagerly welcoming groans of lewdly rising abandon. Her smoothly, sensitive skin was covered with a thin film of sweat and her nostrils flared as her passion mounted. Sandy found that her thighs were possessed of a life of their own, jerking and twitching possessively against his driving hips as Bill thrust his long, hard cock further and further into her now wetly exploding cunt.
As he worked above her, grunting occasionally, he looked down with amazement at the changes in her face. Her eyes were closed and the veins in her neck stood out prominently beneath her smooth white skin. Her mouth was open and as he bent to kiss her, he found her tongue recklessly invading his mouth.
You've won, he told himself. She wants your cock and she wants it bad. He redoubled his efforts, pulling almost all the way out of her thirstily clinging cunt until he felt her hands tightening and clutching desperately at his buttocks and forcing him back into her. Her cries became rhythmatic and the action of her hips and thighs were as violent as his own.
Suddenly he realized that she was almost ready to cum. Sandy groaned wetly up into his mouth and kicking her feet out into the air on either side of him wrapped her legs around the small of his back, surrendering all of her nakedly open young pussy to the brutal thrusts of his loins.
"Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!" she cried out mindlessly beneath him, forcing her hardened tormented nipples into his chest. Then, unexpectedly, she felt her body go very strange and a new, entirely unfamiliar sensation gripped her from her toes right up to the back of her neck. She could barely speak, but she knew she had to tell him and tell him now.
"I'm cumming, darling! I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Oh god, I love it!"
The pressure of the warm wet walls of her hotly spasming vagina swept like wildfire over her fragile body. Bill fucked harder than ever before in his life, wanting to make her first cum something she would remember forever, even when she was an old woman. Sandy was breathing like a runner at the end of a race, gasping desperately for oxygen as the wildly rising sensation of ecstatic release burned in her loins. Then, as her orgasm approached its maximum, she felt Bill's slowly deflating cock, and trickled wetly down onto the sheets below. There was a long minute's silence, broke only by the harshness of the breathing of the couple on the bed. Then....
"Sandy?" Bill called, raising his body slightly to look happily down at his fiancee. "Sandy?" he said again. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were still shut, but lightly, as if she were sleeping.
"You fucked her unconscious, buddy," said Allan, who had come into the bedroom with Val when they had heard Sandy's wild orgiastic cries of release. The couple had been standing at the foot of the bed, calmly watching it all.
Val, still naked from her love-making with Allan, moved to the side of the bed and expertly took Sandy's pulse.
"She'll be alright," Val announced. "Pulse is strong and steady. Goddamn, she's a good-looking broad, and if I were a man I'd be all over her." The brown-haired girl let her hands stray over Sandy's unconscious form. "Why don't you throw a quick fuck to the proud little bitch, Allan? She'd never know the difference."
Allan's drooping penis throbbed and raised its head at the idea, and the three of them laughed at the sight, but Bill overruled the proposal.
"No, it's still too early. This girl has got a lot of developing to do and we have to handle her carefully. If she came to suddenly and found Allan fucking her, it might set the whole project back months. Let's let her sleep until morning."
"And what am I supposed to do with this?" complained Allan with mock seriousness, pointing to his now fully erect penis.
"You don't seem to be the only one with a hard problem," joked Bill, pointing to himself.
The sight of the two naked women had excited him as well and his massive cock was once again ready for action.
"Mother told me there would be nights like this," sighed Val as she linked arms with the two men and led them purposefully into her bedroom.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bill eased the big car around one last corner and the shining blue ocean sprang into view. On their left stood thousands of tall proud pines and through the windows on the right, they could see the tops of granite cliffs and open sparkling water.
"Think you can still find the place, Allan?" inquired Bill as they spun along parallel to the ocean's edge.
"Not to worry. I used to bring girls here all the time when I was a kid and go skinny-dipping. There's a road about a mile ahead of us which leads down from the cliffs to a sandy beach. You can't see it from the main highway and I don't expect we'll find anyone there today."
Sandy realxed in the passenger seat next to Bill and studied the sand dunes and cliffs as they drove comfortably along. Whenever she thought of it, her conscience still bothered her for having given into temptation. She could have excused herself for the first time, since she had clearly been under the influence of drugs and liquor, and anyway Bill had practically raped her. But last night, when they had finished their day's work on the studio and eaten their evening meal, she had gone off of her own free will to his room, allowed him to strip her naked and make love to her twice. She had smoked no marijuana and done no drinking that day, and there was no other excuse she could think of. She had violated her moral standards knowingly and willingly and she knew already that she was going to violate them again tonight.
And the very thought of it excited her as the old car bumped down the unpaved road. Bill had been good, so very good, and had brought her twice to an orgasm, despite the slight tenderness left over from having lost her virginity. There was still a strange savageness about him when he made love which surprised and frightened her, but she excused him, remembering that he was a man only recently returned from the battlefield.
The last few days had been filled with discussions on how they ought to go about starting their business. The darkroom was ready for use, but there was still a few weeks' work to be done before the cameras were assembled and ready for motion picture taking. Allan said that he knew the publisher of a man's magazine who might be willing to buy some still shots and the ex-sergeant proposed that they shoot a series of bathing-beauty photographs of Val. If the photographs were purchased, they would both earn money and start building their reputations as cameramen. Val was enthusiastic and Sandy liked the idea since it offered a day of relaxation on the beach during which she could do some serious thinking.
The previous day, Sandy and Val had taken a few hours off to shop for bathing suits. All Sandy owned were hideous swimming class suits from college and Val needed some bright new suits which would photograph well. They had tried on at least fifty suits and Sandy had found herself being talked into a bikini which was about the size of a pocket handkerchief.
"I could never wear this in public," she had told Val.
"Don't worry. That's what you said about the miniskirt and you were a smash in it. This shows off your figure perfectly and anyway no one's going to see you but us."
Sandy was still dubious, but she had paid the salesgirl in embarrassment and the two friends had left with their purchases. It had been a long hour's drive from the city up the coast, but the scenery was magnificent and the always-enthusiatic Val had kept up a steady stream of chatter which amused and entertained everyone.
"I think this is it," said Allan suddenly and Bill obediently slowed the car. Allan directed them over an open field and behind a group of trees. There, hidden by the bushes, they found an old steep dirt road down the face of the cliff which led to a small sandy beach, totally blocked off on either side by high rocks.
"I'd hate to have to do that drunk," said Bill with a sigh of relief, after he had negotiated the winding treacherous pathway and parked the car on a stretch of hard-packed sand.
Sandy was forced to admit that this was one of the loveliest sights she had ever seen. The waves were gentle and regular and the wind was blocked by the cliffs. The sun seemed twice as warm and the sand was clean and free from litter, confirming Allan's belief that the place was hardly ever visited.
The two girls set the wine and sandwiches in the shade while Allan and Bill went to work loading and setting up their cameras. Allan was carrying a battered Leica thirty-five millimeter instrument while Bill readied the large portrait camera he had purchased in Hong Kong.
Sandy was wearing the bikini under her skirt and blouse and she experienced a moment of apprehension as she stepped behind the car to disrobe, wishing that she had brought something more modest. In the bright sun, the material seemed flimsier than ever and almost transparent. The bra scarcely covered the ends of her large perfect breasts and the bottom portion barely concealed her pubic region.
VaFs bathing suit was equally brief, naturally, but Val looked and felt at ease in skimpy clothing. Sandy realized that the whole difference between them lay in the fact that Val was gloriously proud and happy with her body, while she herself was ashamed and embarrassed by it.
By agreement between the two men, Bill was the director of photography for the company, while Allan was master of the darkroom. Thus Bill took charge of the shooting, moving Val into the sun and posing her on top of a large shiny rock. Sandy watched with great interest, trying to learn as much photographic technique as possible.
Bill took great care in arranging Val's body the way he wanted it, and normally spent a certain amount of time peering through the lens before snapping his picture. Sometimes, however, he tried to achieve spontaneous effects by ordering Val to move about naturally, striking poses of her own choosing while he and Allan clicked photograph after photograph.
The pictures would certainly be provocative, Sandy guessed, but probably not pornographic in any way. It would be difficult to tell until they were developed, but she felt there was reason to believe that some of them might be highly artistic.
When the two men had finished a roll of film apiece, Bill called a short break.
"I think that's enough with the bikini, don't you Allan? That editor doesn't want a fashion story."
"You're right," responded his partner. "Take it off, Val."
To Sandy's surprise, Val did not object in the slightest, stripping off her bathing suit without the least show of embarrassment and tossing it to Sandy to hold. Then she danced back to the rock and began posing again. Sandy found the sight somehow disturbing, but Val did not seem to mind showing her high, well-formed breasts or the soft-brown pubic hair covering her vaginal region. Sandy did observe, in fact, that Val's nipples were hard and firm, suggesting that she was finding posing in the nude exciting sexually.
"Aren't you going to be able to see her ... you know ... her pussy in some of these pictures?" asked Sandy shyly as she looked over Bill's shoulder.
"No problem. On some shots, we'll crop the negative just below the belly button. But it may not be necessary because some of the men's magazines these days like to show the whole girl, pussy and all. Having fun?"
"Oh, it's just beautiful here. I wish we could buy this beach and put a cottage here."
"If we can make some money, baby, we'll do just that. Hand me that light meter, will you?"
Bill worked Val another ten minutes on the rock and Sandy was pleased to see how professionally and carefully he conducted the entire shooting session. Even Allan worked quietly and calmly, accepting directions from-Bill and refraining from any of his vulgar jokes.
When another break was called for changing film, Sandy walked over to where Val was sitting and perched beside her on the rock. "How you doing?"
"Great!" responded Val. "It's such a free feeling being out her. I can't wait to get in that water, but I can't get my hair wet until we finish shooting. This hair here," she giggled, pointing to her pubic curls," would dry out fast enough but the curly locks on my head would be a mess."
"Do you feel any embarrassment at all?" wondered Sandy. "I mean, being naked in front of Bill and me?"
"Sandy, you've got this thing about bodies. Why should I be embarrassed? I've got a nice body, good tits, and a nice round little ass, so why should I be ashamed of it?"
"Well then, do you find it exciting?" Sandy persisted.
The other girl wrinkled her nose and grinned.
"I guess I do get kind of a charge out of it. Try it yourself sometime and you'll see."
Sandy shuddered at the thought and would have replied, but Bill and Allan were ready again to start shooting and Sandy had to move out of the way. This time, the two photographers did a variety of different shots, asking Val to run into the water up to her knees and lay in the sand with the waves splashing over her. They did a series of close-ups of Val lying provocatively half in and half out of the water which Sandy thought would probably be beautiful but unpublishable because of the amount of flesh displayed.
"Hey. I'm tired!" called Val finally. "Why don't you guys take some shots of Sandy while I get the lunch ready?"
"Good," agreed Bill without consulting Sandy. "And open a couple of cans of beer while you're at it. This is thirsty work." Without bothering to dress, Val dusted the sand off her body and trotted off towards the car.
"I would make a perfectly terrible model," Sandy objected. "I've never done it before and I'll be very nervous and besides all the famous models are very slender like Val and besides...."
"Will you listen to that girl," commented Allan caustically. "She's terrified out of her mind."
"I am not terrified!" Sandy flared.
"No, of course you're not, honey," said Bill gently. "Allan is just kidding and these shots are just for fun. Why don't you sit over there near that big rock. Here, I'll fix your hair."
Sandy obeyed, unhappily, fearing what she knew was coming next. Bill took a leisurely series of photographs of her in various, poses, and gradually she felt her nervousness disappearing, although she continued to wonder what she ought to do or say if Bill asked her to undress.
"That's good! Great!" Bill called out after he had completed a roll of film. Allan, who had been standing by nonchalantly sucking on a bottle of beer, walked to his partner's side.
"This girl is terrific, Bill. She's a natural. Let me get my camera out."
"Yeah, let's do a series. They'd be fun to have around."
"You're not going to send these to a publisher, are you?" Sandy asked nervously as Bill approached her.
"Of course not. These are just for out photograph album. Now I'm going to pose you and Allan'll take the pictures. Kneel down and bend forward like this." Bill's hands guided her into position as she leaned forward, he unsnapped her shoulder straps. As a result, her firm, heavily rounded young breasts nearly tumbled free and she was about to object when Allan called, "Hold it." and snapped a picture. Bill altered her position slightly and stepped back to allow Allan to shoot several more times.
Finally, he stepped up behind, without asking permission, and unsnapped the bra, pulling it off and tossing it on the sand a few feet away.
"No, Bill, that's too much." she protested, trying to cover her completely naked breasts with her hands.
"That's good, hold it just like that." called Allan again, and he took several shots of her covering her nipples with her fingers. Sandy told herself, she could feel that her nipples were, without her conscious approval, stimulated and protruding. At the same time, she could sense a tiny tingling sensation growing down between her thighs.
Next, they photographed her lying face up on the sand, her arms outstretched, having persuaded her to expose her breasts, nipples and all, to the eye of the camera. As she surrendered herself to the hot sand, Sandy tried to fight back the rising level of sensuality within her. Her dark brown nipples seemed ready to explode from her breasts and she could feel the juices of sexual ' excitement inside her vagina already flowing, wetting the thin, filmy crotchband of her bikini running between her legs.
After changing film another time, Bill positioned Allan only a few feet away with the portrait camera. Val had finished the preparations for lunch and was standing behind her lover, smiling encouragingly at Sandy. Bill came and stood over her as she lay stretched on the sand in a position of utter abandon, knowing that Allan-who had been a total stranger only a few weeks before-was memorizing every detail of her almost-naked body.
"Are you ready?" Bill asked soberly, looking down at her. She nodded dumbly, knowing what he meant, and lifted her buttocks off the sand to allow him to pull the brief flimsy panties down over her knees and off her legs. She was naked, totally exposed in front of three other people, she, Sandy Salm, and the shame and exitement battled each other in her tortured mind.
Bill squatted beside her, his hand resting casually on the throbbing mound of her flaxen-like vaginal hair.
"I want to do some shots of your body, Sandy," he told her, his voice sounding very indistinct and far away. "You have a lovely body and these photographs-if Allan and I handle them properly-will be real works of art. No one will ever see them but us, so relax your muscles and let us pose you. Pretend you are part of the sand or a stone or a piece of drift wood."
As Bill spoke, he was gently manipulating the softly yielding mound of hair-fringed flesh between her legs, even going so far as to tease his middle finger inside the pink moist lips of her vagina.
"Bill ... don't touch me like that ... in front of the others...." she stammered, and in spite of her embarrassment, feeling the sexual excitement tingling deep down in her naked loins.
"Darling," continued Bill in a deep serious hypnotist's voice. "You have an expression on your face when we make love which is better than the Mona Lisa. That's the look I want to capture on film. Surrender yourself."
Sandy relaxed, the power to resist flowing out, of her trembling body. The puritanical New England voice was crying out in the back of her mind that this was depraved and obscene, but she could not find the strength to object, or stand up and run away, so long as Bill's hands continued busily probing the soft moist flesh of her nakedly exposed pussy lips.
Baked and bathed by the heat of the sun and the soft warmness of the sand, she lay almost in a drugged state, hearing Bill and Allan exchange technical comments on light readings and camera angles. She listened to Val's toice, exicted but subdued, saying that the photographs would be beautiful, and she listened to the click of the camera as the two photographers worked methodically at their craft.
"We're finished now, Sandy," Bill told her gently after a while. "Let me help you onto the blanket, darling."
A vague idea that she ought to dress if the shooting was finished formed in Sandy's mind, but she moved unresistingly as they led her a few feet to the soft cotton bedspread they had brought from the apartment. Val, still naked, was perched on the blanket, smiling brightly, and Allan was sitting beside her, his hands exploring the brown-haired girl's body. As she watched Bill stand over her and strip away his bathing suit, she noticed how white his flanks and buttocks were and wondered vaguely if he ought not apply some suntan oil to avoid a burn. It was the last coherent thought she was to have for an hour.
Bill dropped his body down on top of her, closed his mouth hungrily over one of her tense, swollen nipples and began sucking gently. As he tormented her trembling breasts, his hands stroked the firm white flesh of her belly and thighs. Out of the corner of one half-closed eye, she could see that Allan had also stripped and was lying on his back on the blanket, while Val sat astride him, noisily kissing his chest.
My God, this is an orgy, she thought. Bill is going to do it to me, right here in front of them and they're doing it too! She wanted desperately to ask Bill if they could be by themselves, perhaps behind the car, but the thought quickly faded from her mind as her lover began moving his lips from one nipple to the other, running his tongue wetly across the valley of tender flesh between the two goosebump covered mounds.
Then, Bill moved his mouth away from her nipples, sliding over the softness of her stomach, pausing a moment to torment her navel with the tip of his tongue and bringing a new groan of pleasure from her lips. As he shifted his attention to the softly hair-sprinkled mound of her vagina, he reversed the direction of his body so that his head was level with her soft moist crotch and his hips lay along side of her head.
Sandy felt her thighs being spread gently apart and she realized that she no longer possessed the will power to resist. She gasped for breath as Bill placed one hand directly on her rapidly moistening cunt and began to teasingly spread the thin pink lips of her vagina, tickling her sensitive clitoris as he probed. The fresh sea breeze penetrated all the way up to her open womb as Bill dropped his head and took the tender bud of her clitoris between his lips, exciting it rapidly into throbbing hardness.
As much as she tried, Sandy could not stop her hips from rotating, grinding into the soft pure sand beneath the blanket, and when Bill shifted his lips from her clitoris and wormed his tongue suddenly into the open mouth of her sensitively trembling vagina, she cried aloud with the maddening pleasure.
Turning her head, she suddenly realized that her boyfriends massively swollen penis was lying only a few inches from her lips. Without realizing what she was doing or why, she accepted the throbbing hardness in her hands and began massaging it gently. The urge to kiss it suddenly shot into her tormented, dazed brain, but here her puritanical upbringing was strong enough to resist such an obscene, depraved temptation. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away, without releasing his turgidly pulsating cock from her hands.
"Oooooh!" came a long groan from her throat. "Do that, Bill. Keep doing it, my darling." She voluntarily this time spread her legs further apart to grant him as much access to her intimacy as possible and Bill taking the firmly rounded mounds of her whitely trembling buttocks with both his hands, forced the soft fleshy crevice between her thighs even farther open, exposing the tiny puckered circle of her anus. As her small whimpering grunts of pleasure reached his ears, he bent even further between her legs and flicked teasingly at the tightly clenched lips with his tongue. Sandy's scream echoed against the cliffs and brought lewd little chuckles from Allan and Val, occupied as they were with their own amusements. Bill then moistened his fingers with the warm wet liquids flowing from her vagina and slowly worked his index finger into her anus, at the same time returning his lips to her stiffly throbbing little clitoris.
"Oooooh, that hurts, darling." She heard herself groan helplessly against her passion. But Bill, ignoring her pleas, moved his finger in further, rotating it slightly to widen the tiny unstretched passage. Sandy wanted desperately to ask him to stop, but she was inhibited by the presence of Val and Allan, still wrestling on the blanket only inches away from them. Bill, in the meantime, doubled the intensity of his attack, sucking vigorously on her tiny, excitedly jerking clitoris and twisting his finger in ever widening circles in her rectum, spreading the tight rubbery passage wider and wider.
Her body was a confused mass of pain and intense pleasure and she soon found it difficult to distinguish between them. Now she began to lose the last remaining bit of control over her body and masochistically desired to be hurt, to be humiliated, to be impaled. Nothing mattered now except the twin sensations coming from her finger and tongue filled anus and vagina and she screwed her body downwards, trying to force Bill's finger further into her rectum and his tongue higher into her now greedily grasping cunt.
"Do it harder, oh Bill, go in further!" she pleaded. "Suck me! Hurt me! Harder!"
Bill worked with renewed energy as her faint, bird-like cries told him that she was nearly ready to cum. Her body twitched and thrashed wildly as he lashed at her with tongue and fingers, the double impalement sending shock waves of pleasure into every part of her lust-crazed body.
Taking advantage of the gradual loosening of her anus, Bill inserted a second finger and quickened his licking of her openly fluttering vagina. He could feel her belly rising and falling in quick-time and her thighs began to twitch spasmodically as Sandy rolled her head wildly from side to side, never losing her grip on his lustfully throbbing cock.
As her thighs flexed and relaxed spastically, the pressure of Sandy's fingers on Bill's straining cock increased and she seemed to be milking it for dear life, the red bulging tip only inches from her open mouth. Bill realized he was close to orgasm himself and worked like a madman to bring her with him. Her breasts heaved wildly and from the depths of her throat came a low gutteral growl, more like the sound of an animal than a human being. Her face was contorted, lips drawing back up over her teeth and her eyes rolled in her head. As she felt the orgasm beginning deep down in her wildly churning belly and gathering force in her tongue-filled vagina as she suddenly lunged forward in a desperate attempt to force his almost exploding cock between her suddenly eagerly ovaled lips.
But the added pressure on his penis was too much for Bill and Sandy screamed with the fury of her orgasm, she felt the warm white cum from Bill's wildly jerking cock splatter hotly into her anguished face.
As her own cries were echoing off the nearby cliffs, Sandy suddenly became aware of Val and Allan, beside them on the blanket. Allan was still lying on his back and Val sat astride him, impaled on his long, thickly pistoning penis. Sandy watched as Val suddenly seemed to crumple, as if she had been struck, gasping and groaning and clutching at her breasts. Moaning with ecstasy, she landed on top of Sandy, Allan's penis still embedded far up in her tightly locked vagina. Exhausted, the four of them lay for a long time without moving, their arms and legs entwined, until the sun became too fierce and they were driven into the water to wash away the sweat and expended sperm and cool their desire-drained bodies.
CHAPTER FIVE
It is amazing, thought Sandy, how well one can see with the red light after the eyes become adjusted. She pulled the last of the photographs out from under the enlarger and placed the photographic paper into the developer tank, studying it carefully by the light of the crimson safety bulb. Bit by bit, the main features of the picture began to emerge and fill in. The photograph showed Val, sitting naked on the rock, and even Sandy was forced to admit that it was beautiful work. In fact, the whole series of photographs was highly professional and extremely attractive without being vulgar in the slightest. She had always believed that Bill had the talent to be a great photographer, but it was re-assuring to see the proof before her very eyes. If he could handle a motion picture camera as well as a portrait camera, his success was assured.
When the print of Val had reached the proper level of darkness, Sandy transferred it to a tray of highly diluted acetic acid, a chemical which halted all development. The photograph floated in the acid for thirty seconds and then Sandy carefully moved it to the "Fixer" tray where the image on the on the paper would be made permanent and no longer sensitive to light. While she waited for the fixer to have its full effect, Sandy glanced over the other photographs, now on the drying table, which had been taken on that memorable day at the beach.
Pleased and happy as she was over the pictures of Val, Sandy could not decide how she felt about the photos Bill had taken of her. There was no question that her body had come out beautifully. Using a sensitive film and a careful development process, the two cameramen had produced a strange almost-unreal series of shots, showing a woman who was obviously in ecstasy. Every fold and curve of her body was faithfully reproduced and the combination of sand and skin had produced an absorbing study in textures and contrasts. The artistic quality of the work was undeniable.
On the other hand, thought Sandy, I can't forget the fact that this woman is me, and not some professional model. And damn it, it's a picture of me stark naked! And not only naked, but with everything I own showing! If my parents ever saw this picture, they'd never speak to me again. If it fell into the wrong hands, I could be blackmailed. We went too far that day! We went too far with the pictures and too far afterwards as well!
Suddenly she felt a blush covering her cheeks, even in the privacy of the darkened laboratory, as she recalled the events of the day on the beach. To think that she had allowed Bill to strip her in public like a common prostitute, to put his hands on her nakedly exposed vagina while the others watched, to whip her into a frenzy of passion, to take pictures of her in that awful depraved way with Allan and Val only inches from them. They had gone too far and she had told them so on the way home. They had broken every moral law and it made no difference how beautiful the photographs were!
She remembered the sullen, silent way Bill had sat behind the wheel as she had tongue-lashed him on the return trip. He had not replied or defended himself, nor had Allan anwered the charges she had hurled at them. Only poor foolish Val had tried to object that it had been fun, and Sandy had cut the slender brown-haired girl down with a superior sneer.
That evening she had decided not to remain overnight at the house and had returned to her apartment near the University. She had no intention of breaking off contact with the group, but she felt she had to demonstrate in some way that she was not a doll they could play with as they pleased. She had already surrendered enough! Her girlhood dream of walking down the aisle to her marriage as a pure virgin was now shattered forever. Alright, she would be a modern girl and sleep with her finance before they were married. The idea had gone down hard but she had accepted that much. But no more perversions! No more nude photographs. No more making love in groups! Enough of this blatant immorality! A girl who forgot all of her religious training was lost, doomed. A person had to have some standards and stick to them!
Since that day, she had presented herself each morning at the house and they had all worked together through the afternoon, making the last preparations for the opening of their studio. But she had continued to return to her chaste bachelor-girl apartment at night. Bill had not complained and she had observed that they all seemed to be behaving very courteously towards her in the last few days.
However, studying the photographs of herself, she detected the usual tickle of sexual excitement beginning in her loins. How debased, she thought to get aroused by looking at a naked picture of yourself! Where would all this lead?
The last photograph had soaked the necessary three minutes in the fix and Sandy snapped on the regular lights. She had become a very competent laboratory technician under Allan's expert instruction and she was pleased at the quality of the work she was turning out and proud that they had entrusted to her the job of preparing a second set of photographs for presentation to various editors.
Perhaps I'll spend the night here at the house, she thought, dumping the last ten photographs into a tank of running water to be washed. Poor Bill looks like he's beginning to suffer too, but before we pick up where we left off, we'll have a talk and settle some of these sex problems.
She glanced at her watch and saw that it was still early in the morning. Allan had gotten up several hours before and gone out with samples of the pictures of Val to see a publisher. Bill as far as she knew, was still sleeping, since he had stayed up late the night before working on a tripod for one of his motion picture cameras. When Sandy had come in that morning and decided to work in the darkroom, Val had been cleaning in the kitchen, wearing her usual work uniform, a pair of cotton panties.
Since she had heard no footsteps in quite awhile, Sandy concluded that the situation in the household was unchanged and she decided to clean up the darkroom. Allan had stressed the importance of developing pictures in a tidy, dust-free environment and the laboratory was already becoming littered.
She attacked a cardboard box full of prints and negatives which the two men had brought back from Vietnam, having decided it would be helpful to sort out the photographs and catalogue them for future use. She extracted a brown manila envelope from the top and spilled the prints out on the work table.
She gasped for breath as she suddenly saw what they were. A collection of obscene pictures! Her first impulse was to rush them to the garbage pail and set them on fire, but curiosity overcame her and almost against her will, she found herself leafing through the filthy obscene collection. They showed an oriental couple, both quite obviously enjoying their work, making love in every conceivable position. Sandy had never seen such depraved photography before and was doubly shocked by her suspicion that this was Bill's camera technique.
One photo in particular held her in dreadful fascination. It showed the oriental woman's face and her mouth was straining around a penis so large it seemed to occupy most of the photograph. Sandy had once heard that there were women who did this to men, prostitutes mostly, and with a shock she remembered her own desperate but unsuccessful lunge at Bill's quivering cock that day at the beach. Thank God she was spared that at least! So this is what it looked like! Cocksucking, they called it, the most degenerate obscene practice she had ever heard of.
A second photo upset her even more. It showed the oriental man standing naked but holding a drink and a cigarette. At his feet knelt the delicate Oriental woman, her lips embracing the man's enormously hard penis. Sandy's anger was increasing by the minute as she thumbed through one filthy picture after another. So this was the noble artistic kind of work Bill and Alan did! The pictures at the beach were only a start! The next thing she knew they would be drugging her or tricking her into posing for this degenerate trash. Well, they had a surprise coming and it was coming fast. Snatching up a handful of the photographs she marched out of the laboratory, determined to awaken Bill and confront him with this horrid business.
She paused at the door of his bedroom, alerted by a strange noise from within. Some instinct told her to look first before making her presence known and she peered quietly around the half-opened door. What she saw caused her to freeze in her tracks with horror and shock.
There, stretched out naked on the bed and lying on her back, was Val. Poised over her, his knees on either side of her waist, was Bill, and the two of them were looking at each other and grinning, far too occupied with their game to notice Sandy hidden behind the door. Bill's thickly hardened cock stood straight out from his groin and he was teasing Val's nipples with it, moving it from one to the other. His hand was extended behind him, his fingers buried deep in her moist, flowing vagina. Val's body was jerking as he massaged the delicate walls of her cunt and she was bobbing her head up and down in playful attempts to capture his penis with her mouth.
Smiling sadistically, Bill took his cock in his free hand and pulled back the foreskin as far as it would go. Val's mouth was ovaled wide in preparation for his entry and her tongue darted in and out hungrily as Bill leaned forward, bringing his massive organ in contact with the frail girl's lips. Val licked desirously at the tiny slit in the head of his penis, straining forward and trying to coax him to put it all in her open mouth.
Then Sandy caught her breath as Bill plunged forward on top of Val, driving his thick turgid cock deep into her gratefully accepting lips. It looked certain to Sandy that the brown-haired girl would choke on the massive organ, but instead she sucked on it happily, pulling on it with all the strength in her lips. Val's eyes seemed glazed, as if she were drugged or drunk, as she was quite obviously in a state of intense sexual excitement. Val's hands held Bill firmly by the buttocks and she was pulling him further and further into her throat and urging him on to faster and harder strokes as he lewdly fucked her mouth.
Sandy was frozen in place behind the door, incapable of moving away or of interrupting them. Her brain told her to flee, to go away from this sinful decadent group and never to see any of them again, but her feet refused to move and she realized that her body was beginning once again to betray her. Her nipples were aching cruelly and she detected the now all too familiar sensation of the flowing of juices in her vagina, a sure sign That she was finding even this depraved scene intensely arousing, despite her stringent moral beliefs.
Her eyes glued to the obscenely locked couple on the bed, Sandy watched as Val sucked her financee like a madwoman and she listened to the sound of Bill's balls slapping heavily against Val's chin with every forward stroke. She was so absorbed in the lewd spectacle, that she failed to hear Allan ascending the stairs, having returned from his visit to a publisher. Suddenly she felt his arm encircle her waist and she found the ex-sergeant standing behind her and looking over her shoulder at the shameful scene before them. Sandy had a moment of panic, fearing that the tough muscular photographer would fly into a rage at the sight of his mistress with another man. Instead, he smiled sadistically and put a finger to his lips, signaling her to make no sound. His arm still around her waist, he pulled her carefully away from the door and walked her back down the stairs toward the darkroom.
"Playing the spy, eh Sandy?" he snapped at her harshly. "Why didn't you join them if you were so interested? Hey, what are those pictures?"
Allan removed the pictures from her hands and walked into the darkroom, chuckling as he sorted through the series. Sandy followed him, her face darkened with anger.
"Ah yes, I remember the day we took these," he reminisced. "That girl had a magic mouth and she loved sucking a cock more than a kid likes eating ice cream cones. We did a whole film sequence on her as well, and after we shot these stills, she insisted on doing Bill and me both. She must have had a quart of cum in her before we finished."
"What are you saying?" demanded Sandy in cold fury. "Why were these filthy dirty horrible pictures taken?"
"To sell, primarily," Allan continued in the same calm tone of voice. "But also because we enjoyed taking them. The Vietnamese couple had the time of their lives and really needed the money. So, everybody was happy. That is, everybody but you."
"Happy? How could I be happy? You saw what was going on in that room!"
"So I did. Looked like they were enjoying themselves, didn't it? I've got half a mind to join them after I've had my coffee. Or perhaps we can make it a foursome?"
"Not me! Not me!" Sandy cried, tears coming to her eyes. "You've done a great job of corrupting Bill but you're not doing the same thing to me!"
Sandy's anger was losing its force in the face of Allan's breezy self-confident coolness.
"Corrupt him? Listen Sandy, when Bill joined my unit in Vietnam, he was a tangled mass of tensions. He felt guilty every time he looked at a girl. Imagine, a twenty-four year old man still bothered by those little-boy problems! I didn't corrupt Bill. He just realized that we are living in the twentieth century and not the eighteenth. There's no reason for people to go around all bottled up like that."
"And you're letting him do that to Val?" Sandy demanded, some of the fury going out of her as Allan destroyed her arguments one by one.
"Why not? He isn't going to wear anything out and he sure as hell isn't going to get her pregnant pumping it into her from that end."
The crudeness of his reply brought a scarlet blush to Sandy's cheeks.
"Well I think it's utterly and thoroughly disgusting!" she exclaimed.
"No, lovely, I somehow don't think that you do. I think you want to try it but don't have the courage to admit it even to yourself."
"How can you say such a thing!" she choked, her body trembling with emotion and tears of frustrated rage on her cheeks.
"Because I've seen a lot of women in my day. Some of them were really disgusted and some of them were so hot they were ready to catch on fire but managed to convince themselves they were disgusted. Now take you, for example...."
With a slow confident movement, Allan reached up and cupped one of Sandy's breasts in his hand.
"Don't touch me," she quivered, recoiling back against a laboratory table.
"Why not?" inquired Allan, a mocking glint in his eye, "I'd say Bill was touching Val and getting away with it. Don't you believe that turn-about's fair play?"
"Bill must have your permission to go to bed with Val or he'd never do it!" Sandy insisted, defending her lover, even under these strange conditions.
"Bill does have my permission," continued Allan, pulling her to him and exploring her body with his hands. "And do you know what else? I have his permission to do whatever I want with you. I've been waiting patiently for you to loosen up."
"Oh, Allan, I'm so confused. This whole sordid business is turning my world upside down."
"I know it is, Sandy," the ex-sergeant answered, a little kindness coming into his voice for the first time. He pulled her tighter into his arms. "But everybody has to grow up sooner or later. Bill did his growing up in Vietnam and now you've got to grow up real fast yourself or you're going to lose him."
"What do you mean, lose him?" cried the tormented girl. "From what I just saw, I'd say he was already gone!"
"Not at all, little girl. You don't understand even yet. Val and Bill and I are all very close friends, and close friends share what they have, in this case, their bodies. And if you're going to be a part of our group, you've got to share too. And if you won't share you're going to be outside the circle. Can't you read the handwriting on the wall?"
As he spoke, Allan continued to caress her body as if they were old familiar lovers. Disgusted and humiliated as she was by what the three of them were subjecting her to, Sandy found to her horror that her body was traitorously reacting to these strokes from this virtual stranger.
"But ... there are some things I just can't do," she cried. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't make myself do what Val was doing to Bill."
"Oh, really?" retorted the former soldier, a little bitterness in his voice. "Is your sweet little virginal mouth that precious? Billions of women for thousands of years have been blowing men and enjoying it, but Uppity Miss Sandy Salm cannot, because she comes from New England and proper New England girls do not indulge in these practices that are beneath their precious dignity."
"I can't, I tell you," she wailed, miserable and embarrassed.
"Yes you can, Sandy, baby," Allan snapped, stepping away from her abruptly. "I'll demonstrate precisely how easy it is. Strip, you little bitch! I'm going to fill that precious little throat of yours full of good old fashioned dignity!"
"What? Here? Oh Allan...." she faltered.
"Take off your clothes or I'll rip them off you," snarled the photographer, speaking through clenched teeth. "How long do you think we can put up with this Miss Goody-goody act? You're so fucking hot and bothered right now you can hardly stand up. Are you taking those clothes off or do I start ripping?"
Her eyes blinded by tears, Sandy fumbled with the buttons on the laboratory smock she was wearing over nothing but a sheer pair of panties and her brassiere. It seemed impossible to disobey him at this point and her hands trembled as she unfastened the bra and let it fall to the floor next to the smock. Moving like a zombie, she slipped the soft silken panties down over the curves of her hips to her ankles below and stepped free of them, her will to resist now destroyed. Naked, she faced him, feeling like a slave awaiting her orders.
"On your knees," he hissed and Sandy felt his hands on her shoulders, forcing her down on top of her discarded clothing.
"Open my pants and take it out," he commanded next and Sandy watched in amazement as her hands, apparently acting of their own accord, reached up and undid the zipper on his trousers, loosening the belt and sliding his pants down to the floor. She lowered his shorts, easing them over the turgid hardness of his cock and gasped as it quickly sprang to life, a few inches from her lips. She felt Allan's hands in her hair as she moved the massive red-tipped penis closer. He began tormenting her face with it, touching her cheeks and eyelids with the smooth rubbery head, leaving tiny trails of his seeping pre-cum glistening wetly on the smoothness of her facial skin.
"Open your mouth, baby," he ordered. "Do I have to tell you everything?"
She obeyed, ovaling it slightly as she had seen Val and the girl in the pictures doing it, as he stood staring down at her as if from a great height.
"Now put it in your mouth. That's right. Now suck, baby, suck."
Raising her hands, Sandy took hold of the gigantic pulsing length and guided it hypnotically to her lips. In her conscious mind she had no idea of what to do, but half-crazed as she was by a combination of lust and fear of the older man, her instincts took over and guided her. She found herself nibbling gently On the bulbous red tip of Allan's uncircumsized penis while her hands stroked the length of his hardness and played with his sperm-heavy balls. The debased, depraved sensuality of what she was doing excited her even more and although there were tears streaming down her cheeks, she urged him further into her mouth, pulling on him with her hands still entwined in her hair, established a steady back and forth motion as he eagerly fucked her virginal young mouth, exciting himself by watching his long thick cock sliding in and out between the young girl's tightly locked lips. He could feel his sperm-filled balls slapping obscenely against her tender smooth chin as he ground his pelvis harder into her uplifted face. Allan was enjoying her ultimate debasement and humiliation, but sincerely believed that this would ultimately be good for her and good for Bill.
She's a nice girl, really, he thought as he looked down on her glistening, lipstick-rimmed lips sucking on his reluctantly hardened cock. She was just a little slow getting started, but ... at the same time he thought he could detect a slight quickening of the intensity of her tongue licking wetly now beneath the fully swollen head of his penis.
Allan's cock seemed to have doubled again in size since she had first let it slide past her lips and the saliva from her widely opened mouth drooleddown over her chin. Allan was increasing the pressure now and remembering her boyfriend, Bill, and the girl in the other room, she drew him into her as far as she could, suddenly masochistically possessed by the desire to punish Bill and give it to his friend like he had never had it before in his life.
She wanted to drain him of every drop of his sperm, make him scream with passion and let her fiance hear him groan as he shot his load of cum into the tender virginal cavity of her throat.
Allan, fucking into her mouth from above, was conscious now of her increased efforts and he redoubled the speed of his stroke, thrusting his thick glistening cock deeper and deeper into her throat, bringing his pelvis close to her face and then pulling away from her to thrust forward again. He shifted his hands from her hair to her cheeks, pressing inward with the tips of his fingers to increase the pressure on his throbbing cock.
She knew he was close to cumming when he gripped her head again between his palms and uttered a long savage groan. His penis seemed to expand for one last frantic effort. She choked and sputtered as his hot jetting cum shot in a powerful, almost endless stream into the back of her throat. He held her head in his vise-like grip as he emptied himself completely into her once proud little mouth and she continued to suck and nibble hungrily at his slowly-deflating cock, swallowing desperately at the warm strange-tasting cum until finally, against her will this time, it slipped entirely out from between her sperm-covered lips, leaving only a thin, string-like trickle of whiteness still connecting them. Her throat continued to swallow the remains of the white creamy liquid his wildly jerking cock had poured down into her greedily accepting stomach.
Allan stepped back, Sandy sank exhausted, full-length, onto the floor of the darkroom, utterly spent and drained from the degrading, but somehow lust-inciting, experience. She heard a movement of footsteps at the door and the sound of a whispered conversation between Bill and Allan. She looked up to find her fiance kneeling over her.
"Everything's all right now, honey," he reassured her tenderly, kissing her directly on her sperm-glistening lips. "Come up to bed now. And welcome to the group!"
CHAPTER SIX
As the two photographers approached the Barton Building, Bill noticed his own nervousness, feeling an uneasy restless sensation in the pit of his stomach, and he wished that they had stopped for a quick drink before encountering the man they had come to meet. Allan, on the other hand, managed to maintain his usual breezy self-confidence.
"Are you scared, kid?" he demanded as the two of them mounted the steps of the impressive building. "You look a little green around the gills."
"Allan, you mean we are actually going to meet the guy who owns the building? I can't believe it."
"Not to worry," replied Allan. "I sold some shots to Bart for his personal collection when he visited Saigon last year. And he told me then that I should come and see him if I ever got anything he could use in his magazine. It's hard to believe, but when I called him the other day, he remembered who I was and told his secretary to give us an appointment. By the way, he likes to be called 'Chris' and not 'Mr. Barton'. Part of his image, I guess, but the guy really is friendly."
"And he made all of his money from that magazine?" inquired Bill, as they climbed the long marble steps to the front door.
"Not by a long shot! The magazine only started five years ago and he was already a success from his motion pictures. When it comes to skin flicks, .Chris is number one in the business and always has been. But it was the magazine that made him his first million."
The two friends passed through the glass doors into a carpeted spacious lobby. Behind a splendid chestnut desk sat what Bill decided was the best-looking receptionist in captivity, a tall striking blonde with a classical face and figure. She flashed them a friendly smile and the two men identified themselves.
"Yes, Mr. Roberts is expecting you. Could you take the elevator to the fourth floor please?"
The interior of the elevator was decorated with photographs from Roberts' magazine, most of them saucy, scantily-clad girls whose faces and bodies Bill remembered from copies of previous editions. The office on the fourth floor was a typical editorial room in many respects, with drafting boards, filing cabinets and editorial assistants running from desk to desk with long galley sheets and stacks of photographs. But unlike the staff of a typical magazine, most of Roberts' employees were girls, mostly under thirty, and one was more glamorous than the next.
"This guy has a rough life," muttered Allan under his breath.
They were intercepted by Roberts' private secretary, a willowy luscious redhead wearing a see-through blouse and practically non-existent bra.
"Chris will see you in his office," she informed them, welcoming the two visitors with a warm smile. "Will you come this way?"
"I'll cum any way you want, honey," responded Allan, ignoring Bill's warning glance. But the secretary merely giggled and led them into Roberts' office.
The master of the Roberts empire was a short, bald-headed man in his early fifties, and as he circled his desk to shake hands with the two younger men, Bill could see clearly that he was a human dynamo type of man who would be planning new projects and chasing skirts until the day he died. Like most successful businessmen, Roberts possessed an outgoing, friendly personality, and he quickly put Bill and Allan at their ease.
"Grab a chair, gents, and let's hear what's on your minds. Allan, let me see now, it's been a year now since we've seen each other. Glad to know that you got out of Vietnam in one piece."
"Thanks, Chris," replied Allan easily. "Did you hear about our award for the best documentary of the year?"
"I did indeed although I never got a chance to see it. A friend of mine caught it at a film makers' convention last winter and said that it was the sexiest documentary the Army ever produced. He was wondering how you got it by the military censor. My congratulations!"
"Thanks. I did the film processing and special effects, but the real credit goes to my colleague. Bill, who directed the sequences and ran the camera."
"Where'd you work before the Army got you, Bill?" asked Robert with genuine interest. "Out on the West Coast?"
"Nowhere, Mr. Roberts," replied Bill, a little embarrassed. "That is, nowhere in films. I worked in my father's junkyard and studied film making at night."
"Tremendous! Sounds like you should be working for me. By the way, the name's Chris. Listen, what are you boys doing now that you're out of the Army?"
"We're setting up our own studio," Allan explained. "And we want to do some independent films. But we took some stills the other day that you might be able to use in the magazine. Like to take a look?"
"Always happy to see some new material. I've been going out of my mind trying to find some decent stuff these days. My photographers all seem to have gone cross-eyed and the models all look like Grandma Moses."
Bill placed the two manila envelopes on Roberts' desk, and extracted the photographs of Val. Chris thumbed through them carefully, nodding and dividing them up into several piles as he sorted.
"That's good ... I like that ... too much light here, I'm afraid ... hmm, I like that pose ... good-looking model...." he commented. "You want to watch one thing, boys. Pussy hair is now okay as far as the law is concerned and we've been publishing it for almost a year, but you shouldn't be able to see the cunt mouth. We'd get an obscenity suit if we ran something like that. Next year maybe, but this country is still not Denmark. But these are fine pictures and we can crop the ones that show too much. I think I can use'm. What else have you got?"
With a feeling of pride, Bill opened the second envelope and carefully withdrew the pictures they had taken of Sandy.
"Jesus Christ! Who's this hot little piece?" exclaimed the publisher. "This is the best stuff I've seen in a long time!"
"It's my girlfriend, Sandy." Bill explained. "This is the first time she's ever posed for professional work."
"She's outstanding," enthused Robert as he studied the photography intently. "First, the camera work is perfect and very subtle. But then, with a model like this you could hardly go too far wrong. Allan, have you fooled around with these photos or does she really look like this?"
"Honest to God, Chris," Allan vowed. "All we did was take the pictures and develop them. That's what she really looks like. And she wants to be a school teacher."
"She'd be wasting her time. I'd put her on my payroll immediately if I thought I could get her away from Bill. And so would anyone else in his right mind. Listen, I can use all of this, if you're willing to sell. You know I pay the best rates in town."
"That's fine, agreed Allan. Remember to give us a good by-line as the photographers."
"I'll do better than that. I'm going to have my copy department do a brief story on the two of you to go with the pictures, saying how you're a couple of young combat photographers trying to make a go as independent motion picture makers. A lot of our readers are military and they like to read about this kind of thing. Now, tell me, what are your plans for the immediate future?"
"Well," said Bill. "They're a little vague at the moment. Our studio is almost ready and we thought we'd try to do a few advertising shorts to build up some kind of a reputation in the business. Eventually we'd like to do some feature-length films, but that takes cash and we haven't got it at the moment."
"It takes more than cash," interrupted Roberts. "It takes equipment."
"Courtesy of the United States Army," explained Allan with a smile. "We find ourselves adequately provided with equipment. Don't ask me how."
"I won't," laughed Roberts, "because I couldn't bear, to see an ex-sergeant blush. But listen, seriously, maybe we can work something out. Have you got that girl under a contract of some kind?"
"Well, she and I are going to get married as soon as we get our feet on the ground," answered Bill. "I don't think we need a contract. Why?"
"Because if you did a film-or rather, if we did a film-with Sandy as the female lead, we'd be half way home. I'm thinking about some kind of co-production. I'll want to direct", as usual, but you, Bill, could act as assistant director and cameraman. Allan here could handle the lights, extras, sound and film processing, with a couple of my people to assist. As long as I get a certain amount of control over what goes on, I might be willing to gamble a little dough on a joint venture."
"Might?" inquired Allan.
"Might, if Sandy playing the lead is part of the deal. With that upper-class face and fantastic body, we could make one hell of a fine picture."
"A smoker?" Bill asked nervously.
"Sure, what the hell else? Look, let me tell you something about the economics of the film industry. Out on the West Coast, you've got a half a dozen major companies making regular full-length feature films. They are either losing money hand over fist or so close to bankruptcy that the board of directors has a full-time ulcer specialist. Why? Okay, you spend four or five million bucks on a big film and that's cutting a few corners here and there. It takes you about two years, as a minimum between the time your writers go to work on an idea and the time when it opens in the theatre around the corner. During that time, the public's taste may have changed completely and you could be left with a four million dollar white elephant that nobody wants. Your money is tied up for years and it's getting hard to find people who've got four million dollars they feel like risking on the drooping boobs of some has-been actress. If you're lucky, your profit could be five to ten percent on your investment." Roberts paused to let his arguments sink in and to light a cigar.
"On the other hand, take a smoker. You need about eight or nine weeks from start to finish. The public's taste in sex doesn't change that much and it ain't going to change at all in that short a time. It costs you fifty to seventy-five thousand to make and you can sell it for maybe twice that. Someone else worries about the distribution and your profit is tax-free. The distributor takes all the risks as far as the law is concerned because it's not illegal to make a smoker, just to show it. But even the distributor doesn't mind because with good legal help he never goes to jail and his profit is big enough to pay off a couple of cops and a fine once in a while. Convinced?"
"Convinced," admitted Allan. "Think we can get Sandy to go along, Bill?"
"It's a problem," confessed the younger man. "Sandy's come a long way since we got back, but we'd have to handle it gently. She doesn't even know we're going to publish these pictures."
"She'll blow her stack, but she's done that before and gotten over it," Allan commented. "You thought she'd never strip for a camera and she did. I think I know of a way we can get her to do the movie as well."
"Do whatever you have to, gents," insisted Roberts, "but get her squared away. I'll put some writers to work on a story and we'll get together in about a week's time to sign the contract and think about the details. Now, how about a drink?"
* * *
My God, it's getting hot, thought Sandy as she paced through the empty house waiting for the others to return. Val was off visiting with friends while Allan and Bill were meeting that important publisher, Roberts, to discuss the sale of the photography they had taken. For part of the morning, Sandy had successfully invented jobs to keep herself busy. She had written out checks for a few miscellaneous bills, dusted the office, and swept out all the bedrooms and picked up all of Val's clothes and hung them in the closet.
There was an unusual sensation in her stomach and legs, a feeling Sandy could not precisely identify. She felt hot, slightly irritable, restless and generally out of sorts. Settling herself in a chair, she closed her eyes for a moment to relax and found that her mind was immediately filled with images of herself and Bill making love. So that was it! This was not a cold coming on, or the beginning of her period, but simple old-fashioned lustiness. She smiled, in the emptiness of the silent house, thinking of how much she had changed. A month ago, she had been as Allan had expressed it-Miss Goody-Goody. Now she was a bitch with hot pants who could barely make it through the day without having her desires satisfied. She was fully as bad as Val, she was forced to admit, and maybe worse, since Val was at least open and honest about her sexuality.
Certainly the life they were leading was calcualted to keep them all in a state of high sexual tension. Bill's physical needs were tremendous and he often made love to her three or four times a day. In fact, when their work was done and their evening meal eaten, the four of them had fallen into the habit of smoking marijuana to excite their lusts and then stripping to the skin for an "anything-goes" session before bed.
So far, at least, something very deep and very feminine inside of her made it impossible for Sandy to enjoy the sight of Bill screwing Val. She had given up being jealous, but there was something about the idea which she still resented. And this was quite unreasonable, she reminded herself, since she was enormously excited whenever Allan climbed on top of her and Bill watched him fucking her half silly.
Where would all this lead? She had made a dozen resolutions to herself and to the others that she would no longer be available for these depraved activities, and each time, she would become excited and find herself plunging into even more obscene sexual games. Perhaps, she told herself, it was time to start facing some facts about herself. The long years of purity and chastity had only disguised the fact that she was a very highly sexed young woman.
Well, one thing a sexually liberated woman did not have to do on a blistering hot day was to sit around in heavy clothing. She jumped to her feet and headed for the doorway. Where was that bikini?
Entering the bedroom she now shared with Bill, she threw open the window to let in some air and began searching her dresser for the bathing suit. She located it beneath a pile of underwear, but as she was shutting the drawer, a movement outside the window caught her eye. Without turning her head, she observed that their elderly next-door neighbor was watching her from his bathroom window. As she rose to her feet, bikini in hand, he ducked behind the edge of the window, but she knew he was still spying on her.
You dirty old man, she thought. Two months ago, I would have called the police on you. Now, well, it doesn't seem to make quite so much difference. Have yourself a ball.
Feeling incredibly wicked and tingling all over, Sandy pulled her heavy black sweater up over her head, revealing her full bouncing breasts and extended nipples. After running her hands happily over her excitedly swollen breasts, she loosened the belt on her slacks and eased them down over her hips, together with her panties. Then, naked and trembling with excitement, she stepped to the window, making no attempt to cover herself, and pretended to scrutinize the sky for signs of rain. The cooling breeze blew over her ripe young body, making her shiver with pleasure.
When she felt she had allowed the old-timer as much looking as his heart could stand, she slipped into the bikini, suddenly possessed with the idea of taking another glance at the nude photographs Bill and Allan had taken of her that day at the beach.
Returning to the downstairs, Sandy flipped on the darkroom lights and opened the file cabinet where Allan stored finished prints. With a shock, she discovered that the manila envelope which had contained the nude photographs of her was now empty. Who could have taken them? Why?
As she perched on a darkroom stool and wondered what had become of them, she heard the front door open and Val's cheerful voice sing out, "Anybody home?"
"In the darkroom," Sandy called back.
"Hi, Sandy!" the other girl greeted her as she entered the room. "What's up? Are the men back yet?"
As Val entered, it suddenly occurred to Sandy what had happened to her photographs.
"They must have taken them along!" she cried in a strangled voice.
"What are you talking about, honey?" inquired Val.
"The photographs they took of me that day on the beach. Allan and Bill must have taken them to show that publisher!"
Val looked uncomfortable for a moment, standing on one foot and wrapping one shapely leg around the other as she tried to decide what to say.
"Sandy, listen ... it's like this...." she began.
"Oh, Jill, I was afraid of this," cried Sandy. "I know they were beautiful shots, but if that Mr. Roberts decides to publish them, I'll be ruined. Suppose my father sees them?"
"Now Sandy, honey, you can't live your life according to what your mother and father would like you to do. In the first place, it's not really very likely that your father's going to pick up a copy of Mr. Roberts' magazine, is it? From what you've told me about your parents, it doesn't seem that they're the type to sit around reading skin magazines. And even if they should see them, so what? You've got a man and you're over twenty-one. And if these photos do sell, then your man will be well on his way to success. And you'll have given him his start, see? It'll be quite an honor to be published in that magazine, and you know how much it'll mean to Bill."
"Oh Val, I'm sorry to be such a worrier, but my life is changing so fast."
"And it will probably change a little more," commented the brown-haired girl mysteriously. "Come on, let's get some lunch ready for those two men of ours."
CHAPTER SEVEN
"All right, children, gather around and Uncle Chris will tell you a story. I want everybody to know what's going on so we can keep confusion to a minimum and maybe finish this thing on schedule."
It was the morning of the first day of shooting and the last actress had just arrived on the set when Robert called his meeting. Allan had been setting up lights with several assistants while Bill discussed the day's work with another cameraman and worked out the various camera angles they intended to use. Val and Sandy had been sitting nervously in a corner waiting for something to happen. One by one, technicians, camera crews, make-up men and actresses broke off whatever they were doing and gathered around the director.
Robert, smartly dressed in a stylish Italian suit and wearing a loosely-tied cravatte around his neck, waited until the cast was quiet before beginning his briefing.
"Good. The time is now ten o'clock and I want the cameras rolling by eleven, which should give everyone time to get made up and into positions. Before we go to work, I'd like to make sure that everybody knows everybody else. Then I intend to give you a thumb-nail version of the plot, or at least as much as we're going to shoot today. Some of you know it already but it helps if we all understand the various phases of the story."
"First of all, I want to present my two principal collaborators, Bill, who is assistant director and chief of the camera crew, and Allan, an old friend of mine, who will be managing the lights and sound equipment during the shooting and the cutting after we're finished. The two lovely ladies with them are Val and Sandy. Val will be making her debut in this film and we know she's going to make a real fine little actress. Sandy, who is Bill's fiancee, his kindly agreed to act as make-up lady and wardrobe mistress for us. Don't worry about the workload in the wardrobe department, Sandy, because in my fdms nobody wears many clothes."
There was a general chuckle while Robert lit up one of his innumerable cigars.
"All right, now for our principal actors. There's Don, our leading man. Most of you remember Don from the flick we did last winter." Sandy followed Robert's finger with her eyes and studied the actor. He was a huge man, close to six feet five inches with the physique of a foot-ball player. Despite the fact that his age-as far as Sandy could guess from his face-was closer to thirty-five than twenty, he had the youthful relaxed posture of a teenager, thick sandy hair and an easy confident way of standing. Sandy found him handsome but decided that he was probably not overly bright.
"Our leading lady, Elias, couldn't make it today because of a bad cold, so I can't introduce her," Robert continued. "We won't be shooting any of her scenes until tomorrow anyway so I told her to stay home and take aspirins. The other girls are Welma ... Edna ... Sylvia ... Rose Lee and Kathy." As he mentioned their names, each girl nodded her head and smiled at the group. Sandy saw that they were all attractive girls between twenty-five and thirty years of age. One could tell immediately that they were actresses from the extreme fashions and styles they wore. Generally, Sandy decided, they looked like a tough experienced group of girls who had been around and almost certainly had done this kind of work before. Chris went on to introduce the male actors, also five in number. It was clear that none of them was intended to distract the viewer's attention from the masculine lead. The men were all good-looking fellows in their late twenties or early thirties, but not one of them struck Sandy as particularly special in any way. The actors, and camera crews all seemed to know each other and Sandy guessed that these people had all worked together in the past on other films.
"Now as far as the story is concerned," Chris went on with his explanations, "we are making what is basically a sex-comedy and if we don't enjoy making it, there's no hope at all that the public will enjoy seeing it. So laugh it up and have a good time with this thing, and comments or suggestions are always welcome. The story is pretty simple, as are most of my writers. The film opens with this country yokel, played by Don, going into a whorehouse. He's got a steady girl, who is Elias, but he had an urge for something a little different, so he decides to spend a little time with a prostitute. Now he looks like such a perfect jerk that none of the girls want anything to do with him, but when there's a customer somebody has to screw him so the job falls to the newest girl in the house, who will be played by Val here. When he gets his clothing off and she sees the size of his cock, she wants nothing to do with him becuase he's too big. See? But by this time, Don's all excited so he chases her around the room and finally nails her."
Sandy glanced uncomfortably around at the others to see if anyone else was shocked. Bill and Allan had both warned her that Robert's movies were pretty rough stuff, sold underground to distributors who rented them to men's clubs, brothels, private night clubs and other groups. But still, she found herself wondering how it would be possible for the group to film such a story. As far as she could see, the plot would involve filming things which obviously could not be legally filmed.
"Now at first she's in pain, but once Don gets going, she starts to dig it and begins to make cries and groans and gasps of pleasure. Here we cut to the girls in the other room. They're all bored out of their minds, but when they hear through the wall what's going on in Val's room, they rush on in, all wanting a piece of the action. The scene ends with Don balling all of the girls one after another. Did you eat vitamins this morning, Don?
"Vitamins? I never even met the girl," joked Don, showing neither embarrassment nor nervousness over the role he was expected to play. The cast laughed along with him although Sandy could feel herself blushing at the blunt sexual reference.
"Okay, I guess that's enough talking out of me," concluded the director. "I'll fill you in on the rest of the plot as we go along. You actors can get into your costumes and let the make-up people go to work on you. Allan, will the lights be ready by eleven?"
"No problem, Chris," Allan responded promptly. "We're running a power line in from the first floor and when that's in place we'll have enough juice."
"Good, Bill, how's the camera situation?"
"The cameras are set," answered Bill. "Shall we start putting up the scene?"
"Go, man, go.
Robert's studio was located in the basement of the same building in which the burly energetic businessman edited his successful magazine. It was an enormous room with an extremely high ceiling, concrete walls and a vast amount of floor space. Watching the confusion around her, Sandy wondered how the area could ever been ready for shooting in less than an hour's time. Power lines littered the floor and the walls were lined with props, set dividers and stage furniture. The room was dusty and she also realized that there was nowhere she could sit without soiling the white, one-piece jump suit she was wearing. As usual, she was wearing the wrong outfit!
For awhile she watched Bill as he directed a crew of men moving set walls into position, but then remembered she was supposed to be helping with make-up and wardrobe. She hurried off to the changing rooms at the far end of the studio.
Early that morning, shortly after their arrival, Chris had introduced her to the head make-up man, a tall gaunt old-time who had told her that he had worked in Hollywood in better days. His name was Jeff and Sandy walked over to where he stood talking to two actresses.
"What do I have to do, Jeff?" she asked brightly, anxious to be useful.
"Well, honey, let's get the girls' costumes out. Ain't much trouble 'cause they ain't wearin' much like the boss said. Then you can do the make-up for Don. He's got that there dressin' room."
Sandy took charge of the wardrobe room and laid out the costumes for each of the actresses. Since, in the film, they were all supposed to be prostitutes, the costumes were all flimsy, shocking and precisely the kind of garment Sandy had always imagined a prostitute would wear while receiving clients. Val's outfit consisted of black panties with red garters and a see-through peignoir.
"Oh, Val aren't you nervous?" Sandy asked as the brown-haired girl stripped to put on her costume.
"You bet your sweet ass I'm nervous. Did you get a look at our leading man?"
"Yes, he looked nice," offered Sandy dubiously.
"Oh, I'm sure he's as nice as Mom's apple pie," replied the other girl caustically. "But the size of him! I'm terrified!"
Sandy failed to see how Don's size would make any difference one way or another, but she sensed that she was in over her head again, and said nothing more. Val, in the meantime, ignored Jeff's presence and shed the slacks and sweater she had been wearing.
"Are you going to put body make-up on us?" she asked the make-up man.
"Can't do without it, honey," Jeff responded laconically. "Them there lights is bright!" Val nodded and slipped out of her panties, stepping naked onto a towel which Jeff had spread at her feet. A devoted sunbather, Val hated the white marks left by the straps of a bikini and Sandy noted that her tan was universal.
"What's body make-up for?" Sandy asked Jeff, who was unscrewing the top of ajar.
"Them lights make a person sweat," he explained affably. "And when the light reflects off the sweat it makes you look like you was covered with olive oil. This stuff keep that from happening and covers up any bruises or scars. Which this young lady ain't got, I see," he concluded, taking a cotton pad, dipping it in the brown pasty substance and beginning to apply it to Val's neck. Sandy realized that he intended to cover Val's body with the make-up and shuddered at the idea of having to stand naked in front of some total stranger and allow him to rub brown paste all over every inch of her skin, touching her in the places only an intimate lover normally even saw. It would not have been so bad had the make-up been impersonal like a doctor, but in fact Jeff was quite obviously enjoying his work. , "Hmmmmm, gettin' out in the sun, I see," he muttered, taking one of Val's firmly rounded breasts in his hand as he covered it with make-up. Val seemed highly amused at this nonsense, rather than angry and indigant as Sandy felt she herself would be under similar circumstances. Val winked at Sandy over Jeff's shoulder and giggled as the old-timer shifted his attention to her ribs and belly.
"Spread 'em just a little wider, love," Jeff instructed Val as he knelt to do her thighs. "There's another bottle of paste on the shelf yonder, Sandy. Best be you get started on Don. You seen how I do it."
"You mean I have to do Don?" Sandy asked, astonished.
"Well, I ain't about to do him, young lady," Jeff retorted. "You get his body done and I'll be along to touch up his face."
"But I can't...." she faltered, thinking of herself rubbing brown ointment into the skin of a naked stranger.
"Come on, Sandy," Val urged. "If I can stand to have it done to me by this old reprobate, you can do it to Don. We're supposed to start shooting in a half-hour."
Chastened, Sandy hurried over to Don's dressing room and knocked timidly on the door.
"Come on in!" came a deep base voice. Sandy timidly turned the handle and entered. Dressed in a bathrobe, Don looked bigger than ever. His face was friendly, however, and she decided that, on closer inspection, he was perhaps not quite as stupid as she had originally calculated.
"I'm Sandy," she said, nervously offering her hand.
"And I'm Don," responded the big man, burying her tiny hand in his enormous paw. "You going to do my make-up?"
"Jeff told me I should get started on your body and he'd stop by and do your face as soon as he finishes with Val."
"Well, we'd better get going then, because there's a lot of me to cover," said the actor. "What's the matter? Are you nervous or something?"
"No! I mean, maybe just a little. I've never done any make-up work before."
"Nothing to it. Just rub it in lightly and it dries almost immediately. Wait till I get this bathrobe off. The stuff is murder to get out of clothing."
Sandy busied herself with opening the fresh bottle of make-up and preparing a cotton pad while the actor turned his back on her, and stripped the bathrobe from his shoulders. When he turned to face her, he was naked and Sandy was forced to catch her breath.
"Gee," she mumbled, feeling foolish. "I might need two bottles."
Don smiled at the implied compliment. "Don't worry, a little bit goes a long way." He dropped a towel on the floor and stepped forward. Sandy dared not drop her eyes from his face for fear she would catch sight of his genitals and blush, so she stepped up close to him and began to dab hesitantly at his neck.
"Don't you have a smock?" he inquired suddenly.
"A smock? What for?"
"To protect your clothes," he explained.
"This stuff washes off your skin easy enough but if it touches material when it's wet, you never get it off. You're going to ruin that suit if you don't put something over it."
Sandy stopped and reflected. Bill had purchased the suit only a few days ago, paying over one hundred dollars for it. It had been an extravagant thing to do when their budget was so tight and he would be heartbroken if it were ruined. She looked around the room for something to put over her, but saw nothing but Don's clothes.
"Let me ask Jeff if he has something I can wear," she explained, going to the door of the dressing room.
"Well hurry, honey," Don urged her gently. "We've got about twenty minutes to get on that set and Chris doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Jeff!!!" she called, spotting the veteran make-up man working on Val's face. "Have you got something I can wear to protect my clothes?"
"I haven't got a thing. Didn't you bring a smock?" he retorted.
"No," she wailed unhappily. "And I can't ruin this suit. I just got it!"
"Then take it the fuck off!" roared Jeff. "But get that body make-up on. I'm almost ready for him."
Sandy ducked back into the dressing room, remembering that she had decided not to wear a brassiere that day and that she had put on the flimsiest pair of panties she owned.
"He said to take off my jump suit," she said in confusion. Don was standing a few feet away from her now, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against his dressing table and she could see his entire body. Even in its relaxed state, his organ was massive and for a moment, her eyes became glued to it and she had to shake her head to pull them away. His thighs were thick as tree-trunks and he stood so calmly and naturally that he seemed to belong naked.
"Well, then take it off, baby, but please let's get going," he pleaded. "Chris gets mad when people aren't on time."
There seemed to be no particular point in turning her back as she undressed since she would only have to face him eventually anyway, so Sandy calmed herself with an act of the will, unzipped the back of the jump suit and climbed out of it. The flimsy panties were almost useless and as she straightened up again she realized that she was virtually as naked as he. Then, with surprise, she found that his eyes were tightly closed.
"What's the matter?" she asked in amazement. "I thought I was the only one who got embarrassed." As she spoke she set to work rubbing the brownish make-up into the skin of his muscular neck and shoulders. She had to stand close to him to reach that high and she felt the rosy tips of her full tempting breasts brush across his hair-covered chest.
"I'm not embarrassed," he muttered. "But in the scene we've got to do, I'm supposed to get excited after I see Val. I can't walk out there with a hard-on and if I look at you, my friend here will be climbing up to my belly-button."
Sandy finsihed his shoulders and chest and stepped around behind him to administer the make-up to the actor's back and hard rugged buttocks.
"But surely ... surely they aren't going to photograph you there?" she stammered.
"Honey, didn't someone explain to you what kind of film this was?" he responded gently. "Of course they're going to photograph me there. How are you coming?"
"Okay, I guess," Sandy answered, stepping around in front of Don and kneeling to cover his thighs and legs. His gigantic penis was in a semierected state already, only inches from her face, the heavy uncircumcised tip swaying gently back and forth before her. Her hands trembled as she reached around the massive instrument to dab make-up on his stomach and loins and with each touch, the actor's cock seemed to grow another inch.
"Oh Christ," he muttered through clenched teeth. "I hope I can get it back down again before the shooting starts. Baby, where has Chris been hiding you? It's crazy having a broad with your face and body working as a make-up girl. I mean, you're a pretty lousy make-up girl but I bet you'd make a fantastic actress."
Sandy had to laugh inspite of herself at his left-handed complement.
"Oh, I don't think I'd ever get up the courage to appear in a movie like this," she answered thoughtfully. "And besides, once I got all aroused, I'd want to make love and it would be frustrating having to hold back until after the shooting was over and I could get home and do it."
"But you don't understand!" Don insisted. "Hasn't anyone explained that in this kind of movie you...."
"Hey! How are you guys coming?" demanded Jeff, barging through the door. "We got about five minutes to go."
Sandy quickly finished Don's lower legs and feet and then stepped back to allow Jeff to apply the specialized make-up to the actor's face.
"The stuff is dry now," commented the make-up man. "You can get into your costume."
With a start, Sandy realized that she herself was not dressed and she hurriedly climbed back into the jump suit after washing off her hands in the dressing room sink.
Her job over for the moment, Sandy walked back down to the shooting set where Allan and Bill were making their last-minute preparations. She recognized clearly from the sensations in her stomach and loins that what had just happened had excited her tremendously and she wished she was not quite so easily aroused.
Robert seemed to have decided to allow Bill to do the actual minute-by-minute direction and Sandy felt proud and happy as she saw how capably and professionally Bill handled the group. The set was divided into two rooms. On the left, surrounded on three sides by artificial walls, was the room where the prostitutes waited for their customers. Through a door in the set-wall, one passed through to the bedroom where Val would entertain her client. As the actresses left their dressing rooms, Bill positioned each of them on a chair or sofa, telling them to look bored and languid. A little brunette named Edna had been given only a flimsy pair of panties as her costume and Sandy was forced to admire her air of cool self-confidence as she walked almost naked through a roomful of men. Val came out of her dressing room and Sandy thought she could detect a little nervousness in the way she walked, wearing only the sheer black panties, red garters and see-through peignoir she had been given, her high proud breasts peaking through the flimsy material as she strode onto the set.
Bill posed her in a big easy chair next to the bedroom, her legs thrown over the arm and the peignoir pulled deliberately back to bare her naked breasts to the eye of the camera.
"Your nipples aren't extended," Sandy heard Bill comment reaching down and manipulating each of Val's breasts until the tiny brown-hued tip popped into life.
Behind Val came Don, a country farm-boy's costume now adorning his huge frame. In fact, Sandy thought as she watched him stride across the room towards the set, that is precisely what he looks like, a country yokel. Don wore faded blue jeans, a checkered work shirt and a battered straw hat. His big feet were bare and made a slapping sound as he crossed the cold concrete floor.
Bill gave him his instructions, cautioned everyone about making noises while the cameras were grinding and called for the beginning of the first take. Robert was looking pleased at his protege's competence and when Sandy smiled in his direction, he patted the empty canvas chair on his right and motioned her to sit beside him. She slipped off her sandals to avoid making any sound and sat where he had indicated.
He certainly seemed like a pleasant man and she felt he was being very good to Bill and Allan, but she was mildly embarrassed at the fact that he had seen and purchased those photographs of her completely naked with her vagina visible. Bill had emphasized how pleased Robert had been with the nude poses, but she reasoned that a man in his position saw naked girls all his life.
The first scene showed the girls lolling about in the parlor of their brothel, chatting about men and paging listlessly through movie magazines. A sound technician rapped his knuckles on a piece of wood to simulate Don knocking at the door. The "farm-boy" was admitted to the parlor. Don played his role broadly, grinning idiotically as he inspected one girl after another. The prostitutes all treated him with utter disdain because of his hayseed appearance, and he was unable to convince any of them to accompany him into the bedroom.
At this point, the eldest of the girls, a redheaded actress named Gladys, spoke up, a cigarette dangling from her lips.
"Listen, somebody's got to take care of this creep. If he goes away without getting laid, the madam will raise hell."
"Ah, it's too damn hot and he looks too stupid," said another girl.
"Let the new girl take care of him." shouted a third, pointing to Val. "It's about time she started doing her share of the work around here."
"Yeah, let the new girl do it!" chorused the other prostitutes.
Val did an excellent job of looking uninterested, glaring at each of the other girls and shaking her head. Don, behaving like a 'simple-minded idiot, approved the popular decision and began jumping up and down enthusiastically and pointing to Val.
Finally she resigned herself to the inevitable, and, taking the country boy by the hand, led him into the bedroom. Perfectly portraying a bored, unenthusiastic prostitute, Val sat down heavily on the big double bed and removed her garters while Don looked at her and grinned stupidly. Then she stood, still wearing an expression of irritation, and allowed the peignoir to fall to the floor, baring her tender well-formed breasts to him and the group. Sandy noticed that her nipples had been darkened with some kind of make-up, probably to make them show up better on film. Don, making faces at the camera, approached her and covered both of Val's budding young tits with his enormous hands.
Oh, this is rather strong stuff, thought Sandy, a little scandalized. I never realized they'd go quite that far on film. Still, she found herself enjoying the spectacle and the sensation of nervous sexual excitement in her thighs continued and intensified. Running his hands respectfully over her body, Don dropped to one knee and carefully stripped the panties from Val's legs, watching her as she stepped primly out of them and stood naked above him, her light brown pussy hair clearly visible under the bright lights. Don was covering her body with moist kisses and Val groaned comically as his lips found their way to the thin ripe folds of her vagina.
"Come on, big boy, get your clothes off and let's see what you can do," she told him, pronouncing her lines clearly for the microphone hanging over her head just out of range of the camera.
Don reacted with eagerness, leaping to his feet and struggling comically in his frantic efforts to rid himself of his pants.
He wasn't kidding, thought Sandy. He's really going to strip down to nothing.
After a hilarious sequence in which Don nearly fell on his face while nervously removing his underwear, the actor stood erect and his penis quickly followed suit. As Val caught sight of Don's massively extended penis, a look of horror crossed her face, and Sandy suspected that this was not all merely acting. The actor's cock was proportionate to the rest of his body and stood out of his crotch like the hitting end of a baseball bat. From where she was sitting, Don's penis seemed to Sandy to be over two inches across and the length was impossible to estimate. She remembered clearly the pain and shock she had undergone when Bill had pierced her virinal vagina for the first time with his massive shaft and Sandy wondered how Don could possibly make love to a woman without hurting her physically.
Still play-acting, Val backed away from her "client", shaking her head desperately and murmuring, "No, no, no, I can't...." and then she turned and darted to the other side of the bed. Grinning lecherously, Don climbed over the bed after her, his murderous cock waving obscenely in front of him like a dangerous weapon. As Val dodged around the foot of the bed uttering cries of fright, Don lunged, slipping a hand neatly between her legs and hauled her forceably back. Sandy watched, her fears growing, as Bill wheeled the camera slowly around to the right and lowered the angle of the lens to capture all of the action on the bed. Don was overpowering Val and Sandy was still unsure whether her cries of distress were real or simulated for the benefit of the film.
Why should she be frightened? Sandy asked herself. Don wasn't going to hurt her. She must be acting after all. Instinctively, she glanced across the room at Allan. The tough ex-sergeant, normally cool and jovial in almost any situation, was standing behind his lights, his face contracted in a worried frown.
Suddenly, what had been obvious to everyone else in the room for weeks became obvious also to Sandy. Don was actually going to make love to her, there on the bed in front of everyone! He was actually going to fuck her right there in front of the cameras. No wonder Val was terrified! He would rip her to pieces!
Sandy looked around the room wildly, wondering if anyone would intervene and stop this torture. But of course not! If Bill and Allan were unwilling to interfere, no one else could say a word. Sandy tried to relax in her chair, knowing that if the pain became too bad, Val could always insist that the cameras stop. So far, she was still bravely playing her role as a prostitute.
Sandy watched as Don forced one muscular hairy leg between Val's smoothly vulnerable thighs. She observed that the actor held his body six inches or so above Val's to allow the camera to study her heaving breasts, her openly exposed vagina and his own monstrous dangling cock.
Don wasted no time with preliminaries. Kneeling between Val's trembling legs, he took the bulbous tip of his heavy, desire-hardened cock in his hand and guided it confidently through the thin sweat-soaked pussy hair covering the softly quivering mouth to Val's vagina. Since he was holding his body in such a way as to allow the camera to follow his every movement. Sandy could-see perfectly what was happening. She watched, her own sexual excitement growing more intense by the minute as Don pushed steadily forward trying to force his rigid penis into Val's fearfully trembling belly. He grunted for a moment and then signaled Bill to turn off the camera.
"What's the matter, Don?" called out Roberts. "The two of you were just great!"
Don for the first time looked a little embarrassed and he glanced at Val as if inviting her to explain.
"Oh it's my fault, Chris," gasped the girl. "I'm a little nervous I guess and he's pretty big. Do you think we could have a little vaseline, please? Sorry you had to stop the cameras."
"No problem, honey," replied Roberts calmly. "Happens all the time. Make-up girl," he added, turning to Sandy. "Will you do the honors? Jeff should have some vaseline in his cabinet."
Sandy jumped up as she heard Roberts addressing her and realized what he wanted. Across the room, she saw Jeff rummaging in his portable make-up kit, and by the time she arrived at his side, the old timer had produced a bottle of vaseline.
"Here y'are, honey," he drawled. "Use a lot of it."
Sandy took the bottle in both hands, clutching it tightly for fear she would drop it in her nervousness. She approached the bed where Val and Don lay waiting for her. Val flashed a smile and laughed at the consternation on. Sandy's face.
"Don't look so worried, baby," she said. "It's me who's getting fucked, not you. Would you put some axel grease on this battering ram here?"
Sandy blushed to the roots of her hair but she had signed on as make-up girl and this was apparently one of her duties. She dipped a finger into the vaseline and began spreading it over Don's heavily throbbing penis.
"Take it easy, Sandy," he cautioned her jokingly. "If I cum now, it'll be a half-hour before we can get started again."
Moving her hand more lightly, Sandy covered the tip of his cock with the lubricant, strangely enjoying the sensation of touching this immense naked hardness, but shuddering inwardly at the thought of the havoc his rod would cause inside her body were they ever to make love.
"Now let me have the bottle," commented Don. "Let's see if we can loosen your girlfriend here up a little."
Don stuck two fingers into the bottle and scooped up a large quantity of vaseline.
"Spread your legs further apart, Val," he ordered. "Sandy, you spread her cunt lips open a little."
Shivering with the sexuality of the situation, Sandy placed her hands directly on her girl-friend's moistly open vagina and spread the thin pink lips slowly apart, as Don had directed. With a firm quick movement, Don inserted his lubricant-covered fingers directly into the tiny hair-fringed little mouth and began to rotate his hand slowly, widening the opening and causing Val to groan softly from the pleasurable sensation.
"Okay, I think that should do it," he said when he had succeeded in working three of his fingers into the girl's now vaseline slickened cunt. He returned the bottle to Sandy, who quickly took it and dodged back out of camera range.
"Roll 'em," shouted Roberts and Bill started the camera again. Sandy watched, her own hips sub-consciously twitching in anticipation as Don again climbed on top of Val's ripely tanned body and slipped his giant rod slowly into the painfully stretching lips of her naked pussy. A strangled cry from Val's throat informed those watching that Don had finally succeeded in making his entrance. Propping himself up on his elbows and knees, the actor began fucking into Val's helplessly impaled body awkwardly and fiercely, slamming his loins up between her widespread thighs like a jack-hammer. Of course, Sandy realized that this too was part of the role Don was trying to interpret, and that he was making love with precisely the same brutal simple-minded enthusiasm one would expect of a big clumsy farmhand.
Despite the lubricant, the pain in Val's face was clearly visible as her trembling body shook under the violent battering she was receiving from the muscular actor. Don was tireless and seemed to have no difficulty controlling himself and avoiding a premature ejaculation.
From her vantage point behind the camera, Sandy watched Don's penis, sliding rhythmically in and out of the softly hair-lined slit of her girlfriend's visibly pulsating cunt, his two gigantic balls slapping wetly against the nakedness of her upturned buttocks every time he thrust himself into her. Sandy stood transfixed by the spectacle, her own body trembling uncontrollably. Then she observed a subtle change come over Val's pain-contorted face. The girl seemed to have stopped resisting him as her vagina became accustomed to the thickness and length of his cock and her body was now moving in time with his. Val's long slender legs raised to his sides and she splayed them even further apart, as if she were trying to open herself even wider to the man's bulbously expanded cock, and then she wrapped her thighs around his hips, using the muscles in her calves against his buttocks to pull him into her even more forceably. Sandy looked around her nervously to see if any other member of the company was watching her, wondering if her trembling and shivering was noticeable. But no one was looking her way and everyone was entranced by the obscenity taking place before their eyes. Sandy could hardly contain herself, somehow wanting to rip off her own clothes, drag Bill away from the camera and force him to make love to her then and there. And if the others wanted to watch, that was alright too.
But her girlfriend, Val was the actress now in the spotlight and it was her day. Sandy nearly writhing with desire, could only watch and observe as her girlfriend raced towards a frantic orgasm. The brown-haired actress was nearly out of her mind now and was shreiking lewd encouragements to Don, urging him to fuck her harder and faster and begging him to shoot his hotly building cum deep up into the depths of her greedily quivering cunt. They were both working hard and tiny rivulets of sweat collected in the crevices of Val's glistening body as suddenly it hit her.
As her orgasm bubbled to a climax, Val's cries of passion became louder and more insistent.
Sandy had seen Val cum before, in Allan's arms, and occasionally with Bill, and she realized immediately that this was no simulated orgasm enacted for the benefit of the camera. Val had completely forgotten that they were making a film and that she was supposed to be merely an actress.
As Val shouted with joy, Bill slowly pulled the camera back and shifted the lens over to cover the reception room where the prostitutes were still sitting with the same bored expressions on their faces. As Val's cries reached their ears, however, a new interest came into their eyes. At first they crowded around the door, all trying to peak through the keyhole simultaneously. Then, as Val's panting and screaming reached its height, they could hold themselves back no longer and all five of them burst into the bedroom.
Val sank back exhausted into the pillows and the five girls began pulling at Don, trying to undress themselves and at the same time force the actor to disengage from Val and turn his attentions to them. Don, fortunately, was more than happy to oblige. Extracting himself from Val's pleasure-wracked body, he flopped on his back and allowed the girls to lower themselves one by one onto his iron-like cock, still rigid and hard after nearly twenty minutes of uninterrupted fucking. The scene ended with the girls simply burying him with their lusting bodies and vowing to keep him prisoner to satisfy their desires whenever there were no clients.
Bill halted the cameras and one by one the girls climbed off the bed and headed for their dressing rooms, having completed a good morning's work. Sandy approached the bed where Don and Val still lay, exhausted, carrying two bathrobes.
Don, strangely subdued, took the garment from Sandy and slipped it over his shoulders, smiled a peculiar tight smile and headed for his room.
"Val, are you alright?" asked Sandy worriedly, covering the girl's nakedness with the bathrobe.
"Oh Baby," breathed Val, her teeth still clenched. "Sandy, I have never had anything like that. Never."
"Was he that good?" asked Sandy incredulously.
"No, it wasn't him," sighed the other girl. "It was the whole scene. It was as if I were making love to the whole room. I can't explain it but having the others watch him fucking me made it ten times as good. I know you'll think that's terrible and immoral, but for me it's true and I can't help it."
Sandy watched Val walk dreamily off to her dressing room, realizing with a shock that subconsciously she wanted desperately to do the same thing. But she knew that she would never allow herself to go anywhere near that far. Her puritanical New England upbringing would never permit her in front of so many other people to undergo the humiliation and the animal sexuality she had just witnessed.
She tried to control herself, but the trembling of her body increased and she fled to a corner and sat in a chair with her head in her hands until some semblance of calmness returned to her nerve shattered mind.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sandy, at breakfast, found she had very little appetite except for coffee. She had been in a constant state of nervous sexual tension ever since the shooting had begun yesterday morning and the uneasy fluttering sensation in her stomach still bothered her intensely. Both Bill and Allan had been aroused by the previous day's shooting, but both men had been dead tired after their long hours behind a camera and under the lights. Val had very nearly collapsed with exhaustion and soreness and had gone straight to bed. Sandy, behaving shamelessly, had virtually forced Bill to make love to her twice before allowing the poor man to drop off to sleep, leaving her still unsatisfied, staring at the ceiling and recalling in her mind the events of the day. Two things were very clear to her: she had become involved with a group of people who were more degenerate and depraved than she had ever believed possible: and she herself deep down inside was as bad. as any of them. It was hard for her to believe the obscene things she was doing and the powerful emotions she was feeling, but they were the facts and they had to be faced.
"Well, back to the salt mines," said Allan draining his coffee cup. "We're already ahead of schedule and if we can stay that way, or at least not fall behind, we can avoid going over our budget. The less we spend, the more we make. You have no idea what it costs to fill that studio with actors and camera crews. Salaries alone amount to close to ten grand a day, not to mention the other costs."
Allan took the wheel of the car and they started off towards Roberts' studio. Bill fumbled in the pocket of his sports coat and produced one of their home-made "special" cigarettes.
"Here Sandy," he said, lighting up the joint. "Have a puff."
"This early in the morning?" objected Sandy, but it occurred to her that a little marijuana might calm the raging lust in her body and she accepted the cigarette and dragged on it deeply. On her nearly empty stomach, she felt the drug's effects almost immediately. No one else seemed to want to smoke and she decided she could probably perform her duties as make-up girl even a trifle stoned, so she sank back into the cushions of the back seat and enjoyed getting high.
She was a little unsteady on her feet as they entered the studio but much calmer and happier. The cameras were loaded and a new set had been erected and was nearly ready for use. As the group walked over to greet Roberts, Sandy thought she could distinguish a worried expression on his face.
"What's up," asked Allan.
"I can't get ahold of Elias," responded the producer. "She should be here by now and she hasn't shown up."
"Maybe she got tied up in the traffic," offered Val, but Robert shook his head. "When she wasn't here by nine, I had my secretary call to see if her cold was better and no one answereed. That was almost an hour ago."
"Well, nothing to do but continue to set up and assume she's going to make it," proposed Bill.
"That's what I hate about this business," grumbled Roberts, still unsatisfied. "It costs a small fortune to get all those people together for a day's work. One goddamn actress decides not to show up and you have to pay everybody and send 'em home."
"Maybe if we...." began Bill, but he was interrupted by the phone ringing at Roberts' elbow.
"What? ... She's where? Oh, for Christ's sake!" he shouted and them slammed the receiver down angrily.
"Pneumonia!" he announced. "She's in the hospital. Only Elias could catch pneumonia in this weather. Gentlemen, what do we do now?"
"Can we find another actress?" asked Allan.
"Not in time to save today's shooting," the producer answered. "To do this role properly, we've got to have someone who outshines the other girls completely. She's got to be a genuine beauty, innocent-looking and have a sensational body. You don't come across that sort of girl everyday. Gents, we have just blown about ten grand. How does it feel?"
To Sandy, it felt terrible. She had been so keyed up and excited about the prospects of watching another day's shooting that the disappointment was crushing, not to mention the loss of their share of the money. She looked up to find Robert staring at her, a new look in his face.
"There's only one possibility," he announced, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Sandy, baby, you've got to do the role. You'd be perfect for the part, even better than Elias."
"No, no I couldn't...." she stammered. "I'd die of embarrassment and I've never done any acting in my life except for some student plays in college ... I don't know what to say...." She felt Bill's arms closing around her from behind.
"Sandy, do it! We need you Sandy. Don't let us down now!" he urged her.
Sandy felt as if her mind were being torn in two. Half of her wanted desperately to do what they asked of her, but two decades of strict moral training were screaming in the back of her head that she must not. On top of it all, the marijuana was preventing her from thinking very clearly about anything.
"Oh Bill," she pleaded, "if I did it, what would I have to do?"
"Listen, honey, Chris will explain everything. There's really nothing to it. Let Val help you with the make-up and as soon as you're finished, we'll give you your instructions."
In a daze, Sandy allowed herself to be led over to the dressing room. As she turned away from the men, she thought she detected a wink passing between her fiance and Roberts and the three men seemed to be sharing a knowing smile. But the drug still held her mind in a state of confusion and she could think of no reason why they might be behaving in this fashion.
"Here we are, honey," Val told her when they had found the empty dressing room."You get your clothes off and we'll put the make-up on."
Numbly, Sandy began stripping off the skirt and blouse she had worn that day. Val returned a moment later with a bottle of the body make-up. Behind her in the doorway appeared the make-up man.
"I hear we've got a real success story her!" he exclaimed. "From wardrobe mistress to leading lady in one quick day." Sandy quickly shielded her naked nipples with her hands but then realized that there was no particular reason to cover herself now. Before long, every member of the company would see all the most intimate details of her body.
Working as a team, Jeff and Val quickly covered Sandy with the nesessary make-up. The touch of their hands on her naked skin, Jeff's resting seemingly too long up between her thighs, rekindled the fire in her body and she noticed by the time that they had finished that her embarrassment was vanishing. When the make-up on her face was finished, Val helped her into her costume, a long flowing sheer black nightdress which was left open at the front. Then the three of them returned to the set where Bill and Robert had just finished preparing for the first scene of the day.
As Robert briefed her on her role, Bill handed her another marijuana cigarette. She accepted it eagerly, knowing that she could never do what she had to do without the assistance of the morality-destroying drug.
"You are Don's little country girlfriend," Robert explained, "and when you hear that he had been kidnapped by the girls in the whorehouse, you slip into the house disguised as a prostitute and try to find him. There'll be some preliminary outdoor shots which we intend to shoot later, but your first scene today takes place when you have to pretend to be a prostitute in order to avoid being discovered. Now, you'll step into the bedroom there and Joe will come in behind you and grab you. Just play it naturally from there. You know the basic situation and if something comes into your lead, just say it. Remember, you're a lively country girl and you've been around but never gone through anything quite like this."
Sandy stood just outside the door to the elaborately designed bedroom and waited for Bill's signal to begin.
"Let's see your breasts, Sandy," called Chris. "Open your gown."
The excitement gathered in Sandy's throat, the drug giving her greater courage, as she rearranged the folds of her nightgown to hang naturally open, revealing the darkened tips of her swollen nipples and her quivering tummy and loins. As the cameras began to roll, she started her interpretation of the part, pretending to be frightened and nervous and looking anxiously up and down the corridor before slipping into the empty bedroom. As soon as she moved, Joe, a tall fat actor with red hair and an enormous stomach, stepped lithely around the corner, moving with the cat-like grace some big men naturally possess.
After imitating Sandy's gesture of glancing up and down the corridor, he opened the door, followed her into the room and seized her from behind. At first she started with fright, but then, vaguely remembering that she was supposed to be portraying a girl who was imitating a prostitute, she flashed him a friendly smile and let him slide the nightgown off her shoulders and drop it on the floor. So much for the costume she thought stupidly through her marijuana haze. She had worn it all of thirty seconds and now she was totally naked.
The fat man had no trouble in spreading her out silently on the bed, taking her ankles in his hands and moving her legs apart. As if in sacrifice, her defenseless young pussy was exposed to his lusts and the inspection of everyone in the room. He wasted no time with preliminaries, stripping himself naked with a few quick blunt movements. Then he approached her, holding his immense fat cock in both hands stroking it as he prepared for an assault on her helpless vagina. Sandy could not tear her eyes away from the bulging instrument he was about to thrust into her and she lay perfectly still, half wanting to be a thousand miles away from here and yet, marijuana induced passion, wanting him to hurry forward and do it to her.
Joe bent suddenly, kneeling between her legs and began a torturous exploration of her body with his tongue, slowly descending from the whiteness of her quivering stomach to the darker triangle of pussy hair. Spreading the pink lips of her trembling moist vagina with his pudgy fingers, he lowered his head and sucked her tiny budding clitoris wetly into his hotly slavering mouth.
As Sandy's body twitched and writhed on the bed, the fat man suddenly burrowed up inside her tense fluttering cunt with his wetly coiling tongue. The lightning-like sensation raced up her spine to the back of her neck and she cried out involuntarily.
"Aaaaaagh!" Her pelvis jerked wildly and nothing mattered except the magic feelings roaring through her lust-tormented body. Joe raised his head and crawled over her, running his tongue up and over her sensuously tender breasts while Sandy rotated her hips desperately, hungrily, trying in her drug-induced passion to raise her body high enough to bring her open hungry cunt into contact with the man's enormously hardened rod.
The cameras ground steadily away as this depraved scene progressed and there was an audible gasp from the camera crews and technicians alike as Joe forced the sperm-filled tip of his cock into the tiny throbbing lips of her hair-covered cunt, stretching the rubbery lips of her vagina further than they had ever been stretched before.
Sandy lashed her head back and forth on the pillow, groaning with a wild combination of pain and passion.
"Aaaaaaggggg."
Her nails cruelly marked the fat man's mountainous shoulders as he pushed a quarter of the way into her tortured cunt. Oh God, it's too big, she groaned to herself. Two months ago I was a virgin. I'm not ready for this yet.
Grinning lecherously and well aware that he was hurting her terribly, Joe grunted as he sunk his shaft another two inches into her slowly stretching young pussy. Blinking her eyelids to clear away the tears, Sandy saw her friends, Allan and Val, and her boyfriend Bill, watching her anxiously from behind the bright lights. She must not let them down, her drug-hazed thoughts screamed. They were all depending on her. She could not fail them now, even if this human battering ram split her completely in two.
With a snarl, Joe thrust himself completely into her body, burying his long murderous shaft deep up inside her softly resisting vaginal passage. Sandy's body convulsed helplessly as the fat man conquered her last resistence. His cock seemed to fill every corner of her body and she could feel that he had penetrated all the way up to the bottom of her stomach, cruelly stretching her tightly clenched vaginal walls.
As he began a gentle rocking motion, withdrawing halfway from her trembling cunt and then sliding quickly forward again, she was surprised to find that the pain did not increase but lessened with every powerful stroke.
Her mind still fogged by the powerful marijuana, Sandy noticed that her hips, apparently acting of their own accord, had begun a rhythmic movement which responded and fucked back to the push and pull of the man's massive body and strange words were coming uncontrollably from her open mouth.
"That's right. That's good. Do it." she cried dazedly in a sing-song voice. "Fuck me harder. Don't stop. Fuck faster. Faster." she screamed, her conscious mind having forgotten completely now that she was supposed to be an actress doing a movie. Her arms and legs seemed possessed of a life of their own and she thrashed back and forth helplessly in the bed, tiny rivulets of sweat forming on the smoothly working skin of her body and mixing lewdly with the rising vaginal juices seeping wetly between her hungrily clenching thighs. Her spine was tingling and an enormous heat seemed to be filling her stomach.
Her orgasm came on fast, hitting her suddenly and unexpectedly, giving her no time to prepare herself. A storm of unbelievable ecstasy swept up through her drug-aroused body and her arms and legs flew out of control, lashing helplessly on. the bed. The entire room seemed to fade in and out of existence several times as the climax convulsed her entire body, going on and on and on. Finally, when it diminished, she lay limp and panting on the bed, incapable of further movement.
But the fat man was not yet ready to empty his load of hot white cum into her satiated belly. Slowly, he withdrew his hard muscular cock from her vagina and sat up on the foot of the bed with legs crossed under him, looking like a fat naked Buddha with an unusually large erection.
Reaching forward, he took her shoulders with his hands and drew her head between her knees. She understood immediately what he wanted of her. It was the first time she had clearly seen the hardened pole of flesh which had recently caused such havoc in her vagina and she was startled at the size of it and was a little sickened at the idea of her mouth being used as a lust-object here in the midst of a room full of people. But before an objection could form in her mind, she felt Joe's hands on the back of her head, entwining his fingers in her long blonde hair and urging her forward. The next sensation she experienced was an inciting masculine taste which emanated from the giant tip of his cock. It rested comfortably on her tongue and she instinctively closed her widely ovaled lips around it, using her hands to apply further pressure on the part of him which would not fit inside her mouth.
Her drugged, dazed mind working sluggishly under the influence of marijuana, Sandy wondered what this scene looked like to the others. Could the camera clearly view the thick pole of his cock boring between her moistly salivating lips? Were the microphones picking up her groans of humiliation and passion as the man's monstrous penis fucked mercilessly up into her straining mouth? All Sandy could see was the actor's massive stomach and two tufts of curly black pubic hair sprouting on either side of his lewdly pulsating member. Beneath, outside of her field of vision, she could feel his sperm-filled balls slapping rhythmically up against her chin as he fucked frantically up into her mouth, using it as he had the lips of her now wide-stretched pussy moments before.
She suddenly became aware that the man was moving faster and more insistently, straining to push himself as far up into her throat as he could. She responded by increasing the pressure as much as she could, sucking for dear life, trying desperately to draw the thick milky semen out of him and end it all. Sandy knew that the actor was nearing his orgasm and apparently Bill realized it as well, since the camera had gradually approached until it was only a few feet away. She worked and sucked and licked wildly on him, wanting now the ultimate sexual humiliation of having him empty his burgeoning testicles into her hungry mouth. God, there was nothing else left.
Then Joe groaned above her bobbing head and gripped her ears tightly between his hands as his orgasmic spasm began. His cock began to jerk spasmodically like a piston in a motor and Sandy groaned and purred with joy as the heated jets of sperm struck the back of her throat, spraying hotly against her hungrily working tonsils, swallowing the white sticky fluid greedily, like a starving young calf, as it gushed angrily out of his body. Then, after a seeming eternity, she nearly wept with disappointment as she felt his cock slowly deflating between her lips, the last few feeble spurts of semen emptying between her still eagerly accepting lips.
As he slipped out of her mouth completely, a soft wet plopping noise filled the room and she groaned piteously and pitched forward exhausted on the bed. She dimly remembered Val covering her with a blanket and then there was nothing but the lingering taste of expended male semen surrounding her sperm-covered lips.
CHAPTER NINE
When Sandy opened her eyes, she was alone in her own bed at the apartment. Her head was remarkably clear despite the extensive use she had made of marijuana the day before and her body felt warm and healthy except for a slight stiffness from having slept too long and a little soreness in her abdomen, as a result of the working-over the fat actor had given her with his over-sized penis on the previous day.
For a few minutes she felt no ambition whatsoever to move from where she was. She lay still, looking at the ceiling and marvelling at how profoundly her life had changed in the past few weeks. There was no room for doubt; she was now a different woman, a new Sandy, and there was not a way of returning to the bright-eyed, innocent college girl she had once been New England and her parents and Sunday school seemed to be things out of the far-distant past, events of a century ago, now ancient history.
She was naked between the crisp white sheets and she ran her hands experimentally over her body, amazed to find she was still in one piece after the battering she had undergone while her first, ever, smoker movie scene was being shot. Today, there were two more scenes to be played, if they were not to fall behind schedule and this would mean more perversions, more humiliations and perhaps more pain. She was astounded that the prospect no longer evoked the slightest repugnance in her mind. It was a totally new world.
Her breasts seemed sensitive and a little sore from the mauling they had received from the actor named Joe, but as she ran her hands over the smooth white mounds, her nipples reacted with their usual promptness and she felt them swelling hopefully between her fingers. Exploring further with her hands, she stroked her smooth flat stomach and finally her open thighs. She thought she detected a few soft bruises around the edge of her tender vagina but the merest touch of her fingers was sufficient to start the blood coursing into her tiny deflated clitoris and the soreness was quickly replaced by the familiar warm glowing sensation which she knew would quickly turn to raging lust.
The door opened softly and Bill's head appeared.
"Awake? I brought you some coffee." She favored him with a smile as he sat gently by the edge of the bed, resting the cup of steaming black coffee by the bed stand.
"How are you feeling?" he asked worriedly. "You had quite a day yesterday."
"I think I'm going to need something more substantial than black coffee for breakfast," she announced. "You don't expect me to go through all those bedroom gymnastics on an empty stomach, do you?" They laughed together at this brazen little speech and Bill pushed down the sheet and caressed her white dimpled breasts lovingly.
"Baby, you've come a long way, and no pun intended. Today is the last day of the rough stuff. If we can get through these two scenes, the rest of the movie will be outdoors shots, and fill-in material. We'll have it made. We saw the rushes last night and Chris said that they were really the best he's ever had. We're well on our way to having it made, baby, if you can hold yourself together for another day." He lit a cigarette and placed it to her lips.
"What are we going to do today?" she asked. "I thought we'd tried just about everything sex has to offer."
"If I tell you now," he answered after thinking for a moment, "you're liable to get up-tight and start worrying again. You're a quick pupil but there are a couple of things we've never done together and today you're going to learn them. Chris said you'd react better for the camera if I didn't give you too clear an idea of what was going to happen. He wants your reactions to be spontaneous."
"I'll do whatever you want," she told him fervently. "Now why don't you climb in here beside me and we can get warmed up?"
To her surprise, Bill shook his head and grinned.
"That's another thing Chris told me not to do. He wants you to save everything you've got in that hot little pussy of yours for the camera. Come on downstairs and Val will cook you a couple of eggs. You're going to need your strength."
* * *
The production men had been working all night to create this set and their labors had been successful. Sandy had never seen a wall-to-wall bed before and Roberts had spared no expense or pain to make this the most ideal setting for an orgy ever designed. Long red curtains hung on the walls framing reproductions of famous nude paintings by classical artists. The enormous sheet which covered the bed was silk and the room was strewn with pillows.
"We ought to create something like this for our living room," decided Allan aloud. "I wonder if Chris would give us the mattress after the film is shot."
"While you guys worry about interior decorating," Val announced, "I'll get our leading lady made up. Come on, Sandy."
The two girls walked to the dressing rooms and Sandy happily stripped to allow Jeff to administer the body make-up.
"Val, what do I have to wear today?" she asked. "The same costume as yesterday?"
"Today, honey, you wear the same costume you've been wearing all your life, namely, your skin. This scene is supposed to pick up immediately after the one we did yesterday. Joe had just left you and before you can continue your search for your hick boyfriend another man comes in. You have to take care of him this morning and then we do the big scene after lunch."
"The big scene?" echoed Sandy, a little nervous for the first time. "How big do these scenes get, exactly. That's one hell of a-big room."
"It sure is and we're going to fill it today. Now you stop asking questions. Chris wants this all to come as a surprise to you so your expressions will all be perfectly natural. Let's go and see how they're coming out there. Do you want a bathrobe?"
Sandy hesitated and then took the plunge.
"No, the air will help dry this make-up," she said with an attempt at sophistication. "Besides everyone here has seen just about everything I own. Let's go."
For the first scene of the morning, the cameras were still in position around the same bedroom which had been used yesterday. Bill smiled as he saw Sandy walking toward him completely naked.
"I see we're getting relaxed. Do you want a little pot?"
"Do you think I'm going to need it?" she asked.
"I think it might help," he answered, extracting a marijuana cigarette from his pocket and lighting it for her.
"Who is playing opposite me today?" Sandy inquired, taking a deep, needful drag on the joint and feeling it dull her senses slightly.
"Ken," Allan told her. "He's the little guy with the dark hair. You remember him."
"Oh yes," Sandy answered, a little disappointed as the marijuana smoke spiraled lightly to her head. When she had been first introduced to Ken, she recalled wondering why he had been included in the cast. He was a skinny little man, younger than most of the other actors, in fact barely out of his teens. He had a hook-nose and a dark swarthy complexion which suggested that he might be Turkish or Arab in origin. Sandy had been hoping for someone a trifle more romantic and appealing.
"All right, you lay on the bed, Sandy," Bill instructed her. "When I start the cameras, you're to sit up and rub your eyes as if you've been asleep. Just as you start to get out of bed, Ken will enter and the two of you can take it from there."
Sandy took one long last puff on the joint, her eyes glazing over slightly, and Sandy did as she had been directed. She then gave a good imitation of a girl waking up after a short nap.
She stretched and yawned, apparently unconcerned about her total nudity, and then put one foot on the floor preparing to don her nightgown, still lying where it had been thrown the day before.
As she moved, the door opened and the young boy, called Ken, came in.
Sinister-looking boy, she thought hazedly. I wish it could be someone else. But she reminded herself that an actress could not always choose the actors with whom she wished to work, and resigned herself to the fact that she was obligated to make love to this unpleasant individual.
"Well, hello lovely, you're new here, aren't you?" he asked, reciting his lines casually.
Sandy smiled back at him, thinking he behaved pretty much in front of the camera as he did in normal life.
"Not so new I can't handle you, little man," she responded, saying the first thing that came into her head. "Sure you're old enough? Does your mother know where you are?"
The boy smiled arrogantly and began unbuttoning his clothing.
"Well, aren't you a smart ass little chick! I'll have to teach you a little respect for elders." As he spoke his shirt and pants fell to the floor and he stepped naked up to the edge of the bed. Sandy hoped that the look of intense disappointment which must have flashed across her face would not show up on the film. Oh well, she told herself, at least this one won't hurt, even though he won't be much fun. Sandy's experience with men was still fairly limited, despite all that had happened in the last few days, but she had seen Bill, Allan, Don and Joe all naked and this young boy's penis seemed to be only about half as big as any of theirs.
Besides being physically small, his organ was totally unaroused and limp and Sandy felt a flash of resentment that he could see her naked and available, knowing that he was free to do anything he liked with her helpless nakedness and yet could still remain totally unexcited. She lay back on the bed, uncertain as to how he wished to proceed. Ken walked up beside her, holding his flaccid penis in his hand.
"Little, isn't it?" he grinned slyly.
"Well...." Sandy stammered, her inventiveness failing her for once.
"So you have to look close to see it. Come over here and give it a really close look!" Sandy obeyed and raised herself on her elbows and knees as the actor thrust his miniature cock in her face.
"Real close," he said evilly, still holding his penis in one hand and putting the other on Sandy's shoulder. As she ventured close to his groin, he rubbed the red, ridiculously small tip of his cock against her lips, smearing her lipstick with its head, and Sandy could see it grow just a little as the added sensual excitement of this lewd action aroused him slightly. Sandy raised her hands, deciding that she was expected to take him in her mouth, but Ken stepped back.
"Hold that position," he ordered, moving around behind her kneeling body. "Stay just the way you are." Climbing onto the bed, he approached her from behind and began rubbing his cock between the smooth white skin of the sides of her legs, tickling her tiny clitoris into life. God, she thought bitterly through her marijuana dimmed mind, he's going to get me all stirred up and then leave me that way. He'll never accomplish anything with that little thing.
Placing his hands on her slim firm thighs, the actor carefully forced her legs apart and then knelt back between her knees, his pelvis touching her round tender buttocks. He's going to do it to me dog-fashion, decided Sandy. Bill was fond of this position and she had learned to enjoy it herself.
Trying to excite him a little, she screwed her nakedly upraised buttocks sensuously but was puzzled by the fact that he retreated immediately. The next thing she knew, he had dropped down onto all fours and was wetly licking back between the smoothly ovaled cheeks with his face, his tongue occasionally flickering out to caress her readily open cunt. Then, raising his face a few inches he rounded his lips around her tiny puckered anus. She reacted immediately to this strangely new obscenity, trying to pull away from him but he held her fast with his hands around her futilely straining hips.
"Spread your ass wider," he commanded abruptly and Sandy obediently moved her legs further apart, feeling his fingers teasingly probing at her asshole.
"Oh God, what is he doing?" she moaned softly to herself, genuinely puzzled. Doesn't he even know where it is?
"Ooooooh," she cried out as one of the boy's fingertips suddenly popped smoothly into her anus. She tried to tighten it against the lewd intrusion, but the actor pushed forward insistently and she was surprised to find that the pain was not as bad as she would have expected. She glanced up hazily at the camera crew to see if she could gather any information from the expressions on their faces, but they all sat still, watching the obscene spectacle of her kneeling helplessly down on the bed with one of the young boy's middle fingers sunk halfway into her upraised rectum with intense interest and no one was making any signs, as they sometimes did when the director wanted to change the course of a scene.
Ken was working his finger around in her tiny, but slowly expanding back passage now, widening it and stretching the vainly resisting flesh further then she would have thought possible. She wiggled back against him, her drug-dazed mind telling her she should, finding the sensation uncomfortable but not really painful. It began to hurt when he wormed a second finger in beside the first and an involuntary squeal escaped her lips as she braced herself on the mattress. The lewdly grinning boy worked like a madman, pulling and pushing as he mercilessly stretched her tiny, unused anus wider and wider, and she buried her face in the covers, no longer able to bear the thought ath all the others in the room were watching her undergo this humiliating, degrading experiment. The longer he skewered her with his hand, however, the less uncomfortable the sensation became, until finally, in spite of her embarrassment, she found her hips rotating in time with his strokes and she realized she was well into the beginning stages of becoming wildly aroused again. She knew also what they expected of her now and gritting her teeth, vowed that she would give it to them.
"Do it there," she groaned, wondering if this was the right thing to say. "Put it in there. In my ass, quickly." She reached between her legs, balancing herself on one elbow and groped for his penis. When she found it, he seemed not much bigger than before and she reasoned that it would be no worse than a finger.
"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck my ass, please!"
"Put it in, you bitch!" he ordered cruelly. "If you want it, then stick it in there yourself."
Sandy stroked him, almost doubled over in her abnormal position, thankful he was no bigger than he was. Then she placed the tip of his penis against the tight hairless opening of her anus and she could feel the muscles in the arrogant boy's arms strain as he forced himself ahead, trying to achieve an entry into her body. She closed her eyes and groaned as the wide-stretched little muscles around her anus, exhausted by this useless resistance, suddenly yielded before his hardened penis and with a sudden pop gave way before it.
"Oooooooh!" she cried, feeling his diminutive cock worm its way salaciously up inside her. Then, as soon as he had penetrated her, a strange thing began to happen. His cock, which had been about the size of a king-size cigarette, began to grow. It suddenly occurred to Sandy that he was a man so fond of this kind of lovemaking that he only became really aroused after he had conquered the rectum of a woman.
"What's the matter, lovely?" he jeered heartlessly down at the curve of her back. "Don't tell me something big has come between us. A pity you can't see it now. But then, you can feel it can't you?"
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" she screamed in anguish as the relentlessly hardening cock stretched the thin delicate walls of her anus beyond the limits of the possible. Ken thrust himself forward ruthlessly, burying his ever-growing cock in her asshole until his balls slapped obscenely against her open cunt hairs below. Sandy's lips were drawn back over her teeth and her eyes were shut tight as overwhelming shudders of fear and revulsion ran tortuously through her body.
When he had penetrated as far as possible, Ken began to fuck into her earnestly, sawing rhythmatically back and forth in and out of the soft white body he had impaled so helplessly on his stiff fleshy rod, further inflaming her tortured anal passage.
Grunting in time with each thrust, Sandy found that the pain was gradually lessening and her smoothly rounded young buttocks began gyrating of their ownaccord. Trying to end this horrible business as soon as possible, she pushed back against him with all her remaining strength, and flexed the muscles of her rectum tighter, attempting to apply the maximum pressure on his cock in the hope of bringing him quickly to an orgasm. But her efforts to heighten his sensuality backfired and she only succeeded in exciting herself further. With a sudden shock she realized through her marijuana hazed mind that she was enjoying this unnatural depraved sodomy and she wanted him to go on and on and never stop. Her spirit broke, and with it her will to resist anything the arrogantly grinning boy wanted to do to her.
"Oh fuck it. fuck it...." she babbled obscenely as the actor pressed even harder, forcing the swollen head of his now-enormously expanded cock deep inside her rectum. With each stroke, Ken pulled out as far as he could to provide the camera with a glimpse of his full, pulsating length and then thrust forward with all his might, each time bringing renewed waves of pleasure to Sandy's body. His breath was coming hard now, since he was working furiously at his impalement of this innocent young beauty. His balls, heavy with sperm, swung menacingly between his straining legs.
Sandy cried out inchoherently as his hips pounded into and flattened her buttocks cheeks from behind, now desperately wanting to receive the final humiliation of having him cum up into her heretofore virginal rectum. In her tremendous wild excitement, she was no longer worried about being injured or split open entirely and she longed only for the sensation of his hot, fiery cum shooting endlessly into her open anus right before the eyes of all those watching. The murderous penis seemed to expand one last time and she knew he was ready. She ground back against him to increase the pressure as his body jerked convulsively, his hands rending her flesh mercilessly as his ecstasy approached.
"Oh cum, cum, cum, cum!!!" she shrieked jubilantly as she felt the round bulbous head of his cock erupt deep in her asshole and the hot white liquid streaming into her body. The sensation seemed to fill her entire being and she wailed senselessly as the wild waves of pleasure stormed through her. His cum filled her rectum and forced its way out past his slowly deflating cock and ran lewdly down the crevice of her crotch where it mingled obscenely with the orgasmic juices secreted by her unsatiated vagina.
Suddenly he released his iron grip on her hips and Sandy pitched forward on the bed, her face buried in the sheets. Another second and she would have cum herself. She was on the brink and it was unfair to stop now. She spun around and grabbed the actor's hand.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged. "Please fuck my cunt!"
"They've stopped the cameras," he replied icily. "The scene is over, hot pants!"
Spinning on his bare feet, he walked contemptuously off the set and Sandy felt a sudden coolness as Allan killed the lights and the day's first scene came to an end.
CHAPTER TEN
Sandy, the marijuana prolonging her excitement, could barely sit through the lunch which Roberts had arranged for them. Wanting to press ahead with the shooting and not lose the time involved in having the entire cast go out to various restaurants, the producer had ordered a catered lunch to be served right in the studio. Still overwhelmed with unsatisfied desires, Sandy had been unable to bear the idea of dressing and contented herself with slipping on the see-through nightgown which was her standard costume for the film. After all that she had been through that morning, this seemed like more than adequate dress, but of course the waiter who delivered their lunch and served it to the company was unprepared for the sight of a virtually naked girl sitting on a rumpled double bed, and he devoured her with his eyes as the others munched happily on their lunch. One by one, the various members of the company whom she knew stopped by to say how well she had done that morning, but she was moody and refused to become involved in a conversation with anyone. Even Bill found himself ignored as he tried to cheer her up.
She finished the meal and asked Allan for another marijuana cigarette which he willingly gave her. Then she sat by herself, puffing on the joint and mulling over in her head the humiliation she had received that morning from the young boy. She recalled how she had writhed in anguish on the bed, knowing that she could have cum too if he would have only placed his hand on her vagina and listening to him coldly refuse even this modest request and walk away.
She could not, in her entire life, ever recall hating anyone so much as she had hated him in that moment! All right, she decided, they had played games with her long enough. She had not the slightest idea what was going to happen this afternoon, but she knew that she was going to behave much differently and this time, take what she wanted! They had started this fire. Now let them put it out!
The marijuana burned down to the end and she impaled the roach on a bobby pin in order to savor the last few lungfuls of the conscience-crippling narcotic. Don reappeared on the set and she wondered if the script called for the two of them to make love. No more skinny boys or fat men! She wanted a stud, a stallion, a man big enough to finish what the others had started!
She was still angry and upset when Chris called for order and told everyone it was time to get back to work. The waiter, clearing up the empty plates, came over to where Sandy was sitting and began to pick up her silverware and half-eaten lunch, unable to tear his eyes away from the splendid figure he could see underneath the flimsy flowing nightdress. Perversely, she decided to stand up at that moment and slip the gown off her shoulders since she knew that she would have to be nude in this scene anyway. She watched the waiter's eyes widen with lust and the thought of exposing herself like this to a total stranger only added to her inner excitement.
"What's the matter?" she demanded severely as he dropped a spoon on the floor. "Is something wrong?"
"No ma'am, no ma'am," he stammered, staggering away from her in embarrassment.
"Are you okay, Sandy?" asked Val, approaching her a little timidly.
"I'm stoned out of my mind and lusty as a bitch in heat," she replied. "This next scene had better be an improvement over the last one!"
"I think it should be," promised Val. "Listen, Chris's going to explain it to us now."
"If we can get going," shouted the producer, "we have a chance of finishing this scene today." When the noise level had subsided, Chris continued in a lower tone of voice.
"All right, you all know the story thus far. Don is still a captive of the prostitutes and the male customers have discovered Sandy and they all decide to have an orgy, which is what the big set is for. This scene opens with Don already in the room mixing it up with the girls. The five men will bring Sandy in struggling and kicking, because a gang-fuck is more than she bargained for. She sees her lover, Don, and makes a break for him but the men drag her back. When they've done their thing and the prostitutes are still working on Don, he finally breaks loose and jumps on her. Eventually the two of them manage to steal away, have some more adventures which we'll shoot outdoors and finally live happily ever after. All right! Places everyone!"
Sandy saw the group of men who were to be her lovers just off the set and she walked over to join them. There was Joe, the fat man, with whom she had made love the day before, plus Ken, her experience for the morning, still looking sullen, and three other actors, Eric, Sal, and Wayne. She had chatted with them all at one time or another during breaks, but they were still really total strangers to her.
The cameras rolled and Sandy watched as the five prostitutes danced around Don who was naked and stretched out on his back, his hands and legs securely tied and his penis drooping and deflated. Then Val entered, the youngest of the prostitutes, but now more or less the leader since her discovery of Don's unusual capabilities.
"It's my turn!" cried one of the prostitutes.
"No, it's mine!" claimed another. "You've had twice as much as I have."
"Listen girls," said Val, authority in her voice. "We've got to try a new approach. We've worn him out completely and he can't get it up anymore."
"You mean he won't get it up," accused the redheaded actress. "And he isn't even trying. Look, he's got his eyes closed so he won't see us and get excited."
The camera zoomed in on Don's face at this point and Sandy could see that he did indeed have his eyes tightly shut, just as he had the day she had stripped in his dressing room. Even so, his potent cock was beginning to twitch menacingly.
"Let me try," said Val.
"You're always trying," complained one of the other prostitutes. "It's just an excuse."
"I promise," vowed Val. "As soon as I get him up, I'll share. On my honor."
"I could sit on his head and keep him from wiggling," offered Gladys helpfully.
"Gladys, that isn't going to help," Val informed her severely. "With your hot pussy, you'd probably smother the poor guy. Now just be patient. Somebody put some music on. It'll be easier if he's relaxed."
A sound technician started a record player and soft dance music filtered through a loud speaker.
"That's better. Now look at me, honeybunch," Val said, stationing herself between Don's outstretched legs. Don kept his eyes resolutely shut.
"Kathy he's not cooperating. Tickle his feet."
Always ready to do her part, the loyal Kathy knelt by one of Don's huge feet and began to tickle him. The big man exploded with roars and giggles.
"Oh, ha ha ha ha, no please, stop that ... please," he begged, opening his eyes. The moment his gaze rested on Val, he was lost. Standing between his knees, the brown-haired girl slipped her robe down off one shoulder and then the next, revealing her high, perfectly formed breasts to the actor, whose agile cock began to stir once more.
"Like the South," breathed Val in a sultry tone, "you shall rise again." And she dropped her robe on the floor, standing naked before him. Then she slowly went down on her knees and took his slowly rising cock in her hands, chaffing it roughly. Don reacted to this overwhelming provocation and his penis expanded to about half of its maximum size.
"Now we're getting somewhere," commented Val in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Bending from the waist, she gently pulled back the skin covering the red blood-filled tip of his manhood and touched her tongue to the tiny slit, holding him tightly in her fist. The camera zoomed in on this obscene gesture as Val slid Don's now-hardened cock along her tongue towards the back of her throat.
"You're hogging him!" cried the other girls. "He's ready!"
Val ignored them and continued sucking hungrily. The prostitutes began comically pushing each other out of the way in their impatience to get at Don. Meanwhile off the set, Sandy waited and watched with her five supporting actors. As Robert had ordered, they all stripped and Sandy felt more aroused than ever, standing in this tightly enclosed space with five naked men.
"Wait till we get you out there, baby," someone whispered in her ear, and Sandy shivered with anticipation, wondering if she was really destined to be screwed by all five men. Then Joe, his hands folded across his enormous stomach, warned, "Shhhh! Our cue is coming up."
Sandy looked across the room and saw Bill's arm raised and noted that Joe was watching him intently. When the arm dropped, Joe stepped into the gigantic bedroom and announced.
"Ladies, look what we have found!" Sandy felt her arms gripped tightly and she was propelled out onto the set, a prisoner of the five men.
"Who is she?" asked the prostitutes in unison.
"She belongs to the stud, there," responded Joe, pointing to Don. "And we've been amusing ourselves with her while you've been warming up her boyfriend. May we join you?"
"It's a big bed," Val shrugged. "Just keep out of our way. There are some ropes in the corner in case you need them."
Before she knew what was happening, Sandy was stretched out on a huge mattress, a pillow inserted under her buttocks and her arms and legs pinned to the sides. She struggled, as she was supposed to, but the five men held her without difficulty.
"All right lads, if you'll just hold her arms, I'll do a little business here," announced Eric dropping to his knees in front of her.
"Wait a minute," objected Sal. "Why should you be first?"
"Why should anyone be first?" suggested Wayne. "Let's do it all at once."
This suggestion was adopted immediately with Wayne running the proceedings like a field marshall.
"Get into position, Ken," he ordered. "We all know what you like to do."
Ken smiled sardonically and lay down beside Sandy, turning her over on her side to give him full access to her backside. One of the other men knelt by her stomach and used his hands to spread Sandy's white defenseless buttocks apart, revealing the soft tender flesh of her already-excited cunt and the tiny puckered ring of her anus. She twitched involuntarily as Ken began his merciless probing, inserting one finger and then a second into the intimacy of her backside. He was even less gentle this time than he had been that morning and she groaned piteously as she found herself again being stretched and tormented in her nakedly exposed rectum.
"Relax, you little bitch," she heard Ken snarl, and she did her best to let the muscles in her buttocks go slack to allow him to enter. But he was impatient and lubricating his still-tiny penis with the liquid flowing from her vagina, he raised himself on his elbow, slamming forward into her and piercing her rectum with one sudden brutal stroke.
"Aaaaaagh!" she screamed, but the men gave her no time to adapt to the situation.
"All right, Sal," Ken directed. "You get the front. Go to work, man. She's a little tight, but I think she can take you."
Sandy turned her head to look at the actor called Sal. She focused her gaze on his startling large rod. When she had seen him before, he had been in the relaxed state, and he had seemed approximately the same as the others. Now he was aroused and the distinction was clearly visible.
"Open up, honey," he announced jovially, dropping down on the mattress next to her. "I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours a little wider for you."
Quivering with a savage mixture of fright and anticipation, Sandy opened her thighs as much as she could with Ken skewering her unnaturally from behind. His penis had already started its weird process of expansion and she wondered desperately if there was room enough in her stomach for these two enormous pricks at the same time. Sal took his hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, making use of its thick rubbery head to divide the fleshy trembling lips of her pussy and exposing the pink opening to her cunt. Sandy turned her head to the pillow as she felt his massive pole menace the sensitive ragged edges of her vagina.
"Oh God, aaaaaaagh!!!" she gasped again as the tip slipped through, stretching the tight rubbery opening until Sandy felt as if he would tear her into pieces.
As soon as he had made his entrance, he thrust forward with all his might, burying his hardness within her until his balls slapped lewdly against those of Ken fucking into her from behind.
"Oh God," she cried, never having felt so filled in her life, and quivering with the humiliation of being double fucked. The two men quickly established a mutually satisfactory rhythm, plowing her back and forth between them like a helpless rag doll.
Involuntarily, Sandy's body began to react and she started to twitch and writhe between the two lustful men, groaning incessantly.
"She's getting turned on," commented a voice from far above her.
"Bet your sweet ass, she is," answered another. "Who's next?"
When Sandy felt a pair of knees on either side of her head, she realized that not even her mouth would be spared from invasion.
"Open those lovely lips, baby," commanded another man. "Daddy's got a lollipop for you to suck on."
Without lifting her eyes to see who it was, Sandy obediently opened her mouth. The actor rubbed his heavy uncircumsized cock around the edges of her full red lips before entering her, tormenting her face with the bulbous blood-filled tip. Sandy began to nibble at it timidly, dismayed at the prospect of committing this unnatural sexual act with a man whose face she could not even see. While Ken and Sal pummeled her abdomen violently, she ran her trembling tongue over the head of his penis, tasting the pungent male liquids he was already secreting. Slowly but surely he pushed himself further into her and his cock floated on her tongue, tormenting the roof of her mouth until she feared she would gag.
"Suck harder, baby," he ordered and she could feel his hands in her hair. Sandy began to work in earnest, lashing him with her tongue and sucking as if her life depended upon it, her vision restricted to the actor's stomach, the black patch of pubic hair and his two sperm-filled balls beating obscenely against her chin. She heard the well-oiled wheels of the camera moving and knew that the lens must have been moved closer to pick up every detail of this hideously depraved scene. She wondered how it would look on film, her naked young womanly body being pounded back and forth like a whore between the two men below and the long thick cock emerging from her straining puckered lips. Somewhere in the back of her head, it occurred to her to wonder what the two remaining men would do since the three already in her had exhausted her supply of available openings.
"Well lad," she heard Wayne's voice above her, "it looks like we have to content ourselves with a hand apiece, seeing as how the young lady is just about out of holes."
Sandy's arms were pinned to the floor by the weight of the various bodies piled on her and she felt each of the two other men fitting their cocks neatly into her outstretched hands. Instinctively she made a fist as soon as each penis was in place, and the two men began sawing away between her fingers, working hard to catch up with the others. As this lusty wrestling match continued, Sandy felt a great sensation of peace settle over her. The extraordinary sexuality of the situation touched something very deep inside her woman's psyche and she felt as if she were some sort of primeval earth-mother or an ancient pagan fertility goddess in whom all mankind might empty their sperm. Any sort of control over her body had been lost a long time before. She was now totally in the possession of the five men. She could not speak, since her mouth was jammed full of a pulsating gyrating cock nor could she move because she was skewered like a chicken on a spit between the two men in her front and back. Even her hands no longer belonged to her and she gripped the two newcomers as tightly as she could, wanting to excite them and to please them as much as she was able.
Choked as it was by the actor's massive plunging cock, passionate hums issued from Sandy's mouth, her face twisted beyond recognition by ecstasy, her mouth working and her nostrils flaring. Her body was slippery and soft, covering with a light fine layer of sweat and her breath came in harsh painful gasps. There was no trace of pain left anywhere in her body and the cords in her neck stood out prominently as she writhed in the midst of the mountain of naked men. She could no longer be described as rational in any real sense of the word and her mind was swamped with the velvety pleasure which was sweeping over her body in powerful waves.
I am giving it to five men at once, she thought, and if I live to be a hundred, there will never again be anything remotely like this.
The double ravishment of her loins was filling her abdomen with a warm hungry sensation which seemed to be eating away at her insides and she thrashed back and forth under the duel impetus of the two men, trying to increase their pleasure and knowing that she was racing towards the orgasm which had been denied her for so long.
The first one started low down in her legs and traveled up her thighs into her groin like an express train, spilling into her stomach and chest and flooding up into her neck and shoulders. She could not ever remember having experienced anything like it and the spasm caused her to tighten her entire body, affecting all the men who were fucking into her in various places.
The man whose cock lay in her left hand suddenly cried out.
"God,.here it comes," and she could feel the hot sticky cum spill over her arm, covering her hand and elbow and spurting powerfully as far as her shoulder. Ken, whose menacing penis was still embedded in the depths of her rectum also came in the same frantic moment. Squealing and clawing at her breasts from behind, he shot his heated semen deep up into her hotly milking anus, groaning with pleasure as the white milky liquid spurted endlessly into the inner-most receptacles of her young body.
As the man she held in her other hand began gasping and moaning, Sandy felt her body gather its strength, tense for an instant and then sail into another orgasm, only seconds after the first spasm had. ended. Ken had Slipped out of her rectum now and there was more room for her body to flail about, her arms and legs thrashing back and forth on the cum-covered mattress. The men, over-excited by their total possession of her body, redoubled their efforts and as Sandy sucked like a crazed woman on the cock she still had in her mouth, she could feel the new orgasm sweeping up the back of her neck and into her mouth to meet with his. As she opened her mouth to scream, the back of her throat was bombarded with a machinegun fire of sperm and she lapped it up hungrily, swallowing the hot liquid cum as if it were precious food and licking his slowly deflating cock like a mother cat cleaning her kittens.
The third and most powerful orgasm hit her like an express train just as Sal, the man who had taken possession of her greedily quivering cunt, began to reach his own climax. She clung to him like a terrified child, slamming her hips into him, trying to draw the last ounce of strength out of his body and into hers.
"Hold her down!" she heard one of them shout. "She's gone out of her mind!"
Freed from the other men who had impaled her, Sandy concentrated all of her efforts on Sal, rolling him forceably over onto his back and thrusting herself onto him like a woman possessed. Her nails tore at his shoulders and back and she writhed on top of him, trying to drive his ejaculating cock deeper and deeper up into her over-stimulated vagina. As Sal, despite his valiant efforts to hold back, began to spurt heavy droplets of sperm into her belly, the scene on the other side of the room rapidly changed.
Don, still playing the role of the simple country boy, raised himself on his elbows, snapping the ropes which had been binding him like so many pieces of thread and saw his girlfriend, Sandy, writhing in the vile embrace of five .complete strangers, and covered from head to toe with the cum from their bodies. Flinging the prostitutes away from him in a burst of lustful rage, he hurled his enormous body across the room. Sandy was just screaming out her latest orgasm when he hit, tearing her violently off of the depleted Sal and flinging her into a new corner of the mattress, dripping with sweat, cum and the warm orgasmic fluids from her own body. A moment later, he was on top of her, his own huge cock still hard after all that the girls had done to him.
Sandy, by now, was totally unconscious of the fact that they were all actors in a motion picture and had submerged her own personality completely in the role she was playing. To her, in that instant, Don was the love of her life, and she embraced him with a frenzy of passion. He thrust himself into her and the two of them began fucking wildly as the other actors and actresses formed a wide-eyed circle around them and watched. Sandy was out of her head with lust and her orgasm seemed now to be a permanent condition of life. Don, unable to delay his own climax any longer, added to the cum already soaking her body and Sandy screamed one last terrible naked scream which echoed insanely across the room.
The cameras rolled to a halt and the actors and actresses lay exhausted on the mattress.
The scene was finished.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Even at the end of the summer, the heat in the city was still intense. There had been little time over the past few months for picnics at the beach or outings into the country and the four were looking forward to a long period of relaxation during the autumn. Roberts had capitalized on the exceptionally fine weather that year to shoot a number of scenes outdoors and it had been pleasant swimming naked in cool mountain streams or frolicking on the beach for the benefit of the cameras. But the work had been tiring all the same and the group had been in a state of high nervous tension for the nine weeks it had taken to complete the film.
They had staked nearly everything on this one motion picture. Allan and Bill had borrowed heavily to invest in the film, using their camera equipment as collateral for the loan. Even Sandy had drawn her meager savings out of the bank and Val's jewelry was all in hock. If the film bombed, they were out of business and they all knew it although no one dared even to mention the possibility.
Val and Sandy were at home doing the housework and chattering while both men were at the Roberts building attending a screening of their film for some distributors. Everything rode on what these hard, crafty businessmen thought of their work and how much they would offer them for its purchase. The two women had decided not to attend the screening, partly to avoid distracting attention from the film itself, but mostly because they felt they were too nervous to make an effective contribution to the negotiations.
"Shit, I'm going to get some clothes off," announced Val. "I wonder if the old guy next door has got his binoculars out. It's a great day for bird-watching."
"Who cares?" answered Sandy casually. "Besides I think he's far more interested in cats than birds."
"Cats!" the other girl questioned. "What do you mean?"
"Well whenever I take a shower, he focuses on my pussy," joked Sandy. "The guy is a real nature lover. There he is now, hidden behind the curtain."
"How can you tell he's there?" inquired Val.
"Because he always leaves the light on in the bathroom except when he's spying on us. Then the lights go out so we can't see him. But you always notice that the curtain on his window is moving. He must be breathing hard." She stretched languidly as Val stepped out of her clothes. "Well, I think you're right. It's too hot to sit around all bundled up." The slender, buxom girl stood next to the open window and stripped off the sweater and skirt, pretending to be unconscious of the old man in the next house. Suddenly, Val burst into laughter. "What's the matter?"
"I can't get over you, Sandy. I've never seen anyone change so fast in such a short period of time. When we first met, you were a virgin who worried about her moral standards. Now you're the sexiest woman I've ever met. I think you'd walk naked down the street if we'd let you. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, deliberately exciting that poor old man."
"What's to be ashamed of?" retorted Sandy calmly. "This is the only pleasure he gets out of life. If he gets his cookies watching my boobs through a pair of binoculars, then I'm doing him a charitable favor. Besides, he's a nice old guy. I think I'll go over there some day and borrow a cup of sugar or something and really give him a thrill."
"You'll give him a heart attack!" laughed Val. "Really Sandy, I can't get over you. You're so different now it's amazing."
"No," replied the young blonde woman thoughtfully. "No, Val I don't think I have changed, really. I don't know how to explain this properly, even though I took a course in psychology in college. Before we all met, it was as if I was wearing winter clothes all of the time. There was a real Sandy underneath all those garments, but no one ever saw her, even me. When you and Allan and Bill came along and made me take off all my real clothes, you took off my mental clothes too. For the first time in my life, I became really free to be what I am. I was there all the time, but I was hidden, disguised. Now I'm out in the open. I can see myself and other people can see me too, for what I really am."
"But ... it's still hard to believe. I never thought Bill and Allan could get you to do that part. If Elias, that actress, hadn't been sick, this all might not have happened."
"Oh Val, we can stop pretending about Elias. Bill confessed to me a week ago that she never existed. He was right to have done what he did. Had they walked in and announced to me some morning that they wanted me to do a sex film, I would have blown my top and said no. Tricking me was the only way. I don't suppose Bill even knows how to spell psychology, but he understands a lot about human nature. I needed some kind of violent trauma, something really drastic. That scene where I was taken by five men at once did it for me. It was like electroshock treatment. It liberated me from all the nonsense I'd been thinking for twenty-three years. My body is beautiful and so is yours and I can understand that now. Love is beautiful and so is sex! Am I confusing you?"
"No, no," laughed the other girl. "I just never heard anyone make a philosophy out of fucking before. You should write a book."
"It this movie flops, that's what I'm going to have to do. I wonder what's keeping those guys? They should be home by now."
"I just heard a car pull up in front of the house. Maybe that's them," speculated Val, going to the front window. "No, it's a car from the telegraph company. We must be getting a cable."
The doorbell sounded and Val held a towel over her breasts and answered the door. The messenger was an adolescent, obviously still in his teens and gaped at Val comically as he fumbled with the telegram and a pencil. When Sandy laughed aloud at this ridiculous scene, he noticed her for the first time, sitting casually on the sofa and wearing only a skimpy pair of panties. Val signed for the telegram while the boy conscientiously studied the ceiling and then the floor, accepted his pencil back and staggered out of the house, his face bright red.
"Even the Western Union isn't safe from the new Sandy," commented Val. "This is addressed to Allan and Bill."
"Here they come now," Sandy said, hearing the familiar sound of their old car entering the driveway.
The two men burst into the room, obviously in a high state of excitement. For the moment, it was not clear whether they were upset or out of their minds with joy.
"What happened?" demanded Val. "Stop jumping around and tell us what the story is."
"The story, My Dear Val," announced Bill theatrically, "is that we have got it made. The distributors were climbing all over each other to buy that film. Chris simply held an auction and sold it to the highest bidder. The guy who bought it paid just over four hundred thousand dollars and he told me he expected to make two or three times that with it. Our share of the money comes to almost one hundred thousand dollars and Chris has signed a contract with us to make four more pictures with him over the next two years. They're going to be co-productions and we split the profits right down the middle. Sandy, I think we may be able to afford a cheap little wedding, what do you say?"
"Hey, if Sandy gets married, I want to get married too," announced Val indignantly. "It's about time you made an honest woman out of me, Sarge!"
"Now see what you've gotten me into," roared Allan with mock unhappiness. "What's that, a telegram?"
"You're changing the subject," charged Val. "But here, read it."
"It's from Reddick!" exclaimed Allan, opening the telegram. "He's the producer from Hollywood that Chris knows. He saw our film before the cutting was finished, but Chris said that he liked it."
"So read the telegram!" cried Bill, trying to peer over his friend's shoulder.
"VIEWED YOUR FILM COURTESY RICHARDS STOP AM MOST IMPRESSED STOP WISH TO OPEN NEGOTIATIONS WITH YOUR GROUP FOR WORK ON MAJOR PRODUCTION BEGINNING AFTER NEW YEARS STOP AM ABLE TO GUARANTEE LEADING ROLES FOR BOTH LADIES AND IMPORTANT DIRECTORIAL POSITIONS FOR BOTH MEN STOP PLEASE NOTIFY SOONEST STOP REGARDS REDDICK," Allan read.
"That means Hollywood!" exclaimed Sandy excitedly. "This is too much to absorb in one day."
"We can do another Film with Chris this fall," Bill said, already planning their schedule. "Then fly to the West Coast for Reddick's picture and be back here for Spring. I never liked winter in this town anyway."
"What kind of Films does Reddick make?" asked Val.
"Very serious films," Bill explained. "Hardly a year goes by when he doesn't take an Oscar home with him. He's one of the biggest people in the industry."
"You mean he doesn't make smokers, like Chris?" asked Sandy.
"Hell no," Bill assured her. "He likes to make smokers but he makes very respectable films. No real screwing in a Reddick movie."
"That's a shame," joked Sandy. "I was getting to like it."
"Well, we'll just have to work overtime at home keeping you satisfied," Bill told her, pulling her into his arms.
"And you can start right now," Sandy replied lustily. "Where's that mattress Chris gave us?"
"Coming right up, honey. Just go on in there and lie down and open those hot little legs of yours wide."
"And Bill?" Sandy looked at him questioningly. "Do you feel in a charitable mood today?"
"Of course, baby, on a day like today, who wouldn't?" he answered with a quizzical look on his face. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, I just thought that, in that, we were leaving this place, why don't we invite that lonely old man next door over to join us for a final fling. After all, I've taken on five men at one time, the two of you should be real easy."
"Sure, baby," Bill laughed and moved toward the door. "I'll go over and get him right now. But remember, I'm gonna take you solo from now on. I might just get a little bit jealous of my wife getting it all the time from other men."
"Of course, darling," Sandy smiled demurely as she walked nakedly toward the window. "Just run along and bring him over. I'll be waiting...."
