When first we see me, if it's worth looking at all, I am a hazy blank, a nothing at all. Later, I suppose, I will grow a goatish-looking goatee that will always have a goatish smell about it too, but that's later in my life, so stand by.
Right now youth is the thing, and living here in Hollywood I spend most of my time trying to give the world what it wants. So it wants youth, and I just happen to be lucky to still possess it. Oh, I'd like to grow my blond hair down to my shoulders, part it in the middle, practice that "religious gleam" in the eyes routine, but then I'd be like all the other characters strolling up and down Sunset Boulevard.
I'll do my thing later, but...
Right now I am nothing at all. So, if you will, come stare at a most terrifyingly ordinary (but young!) guy.
I'm pretty well built and pretty well hung, and up until now that's about all I been getting by on.
If you can call it getting by.
Now you take old Hazel Horton. (I called her Hazel Hard-on, when I wasn't calling her Old Star, which is what everybody called her. She was once pretty big in the movies, now the only place she was pretty big was around the waistline.) Yes, take Hazel Horton. Please, somebody should!
I can only take her when the heels of my shoes are down and the loot is damned low. Then she's always good for a place to sleep, a really good batch of food (she loves to cook) and a few quiet evenings in front of her TV, while I try to get my health back after banging around town alley-catting. She's about fifty-five, has metal-rimmed glasses and bad breath.
"Oh dear. TV Guide says tonight's movie is one of those silly Martin and Lewis things. Pity. I had hoped for a Richard Burton or James Mason. Either would do, they always leave me refreshed."
"Hugh? Oh yeah, Martin and Lewis." Wild conversation, eh? Shit. You see, I wasn't listening to Old Star, I seldom do. I knew the routine well. After the movie, she'd turn off the T.V. set, go upstairs to her bedroom and ten minutes later she would emerge all in white, a wedding dress that must have been a hundred years old and a thing on her head that looked like something the Good Witch wore in The Wizard of Oz. Then she'd turn on the tape recorder and out would come this ceremonious voice that would perform the wedding ceremony.
You read right, the wedding ceremony. I don't know why, but that is the only way the old bag could get turned on. So I'd have to put a dark jacket on (she kept it hanging in the hall closet) and play young Mr. Bridegroom, while the tape recorder droned on: "Do you take Hazel to be..." and Old Star would stand there, looking angelic and virginlike, reliving another time in her life. Then she would pour us each a sip of champagne before we mounted the stairs, arm in arm, for our nightly toss in the hay.
Well, that's what she was paying for, and I was supposed to be an actor-of-sorts, and this is what the script called for. On nights when my financial situation forced me to play "the lead" in Hazel's private little production, I really had to talk myself out of throwing up.
But such is life.
"I think there's a Bette Davis movie on, too," I finally managed, bringing my mind back to the present.
"I never watch her," Old Star said crisply. "Not a fine actress, like they say. She makes me nervous." And then Old Star burped.
Her apartment still retained its garlicky dinner aroma and I was being my young-stud self, still thinking about that miniskirt that bent itself over on Wilshire Boulevard that afternoon. But there was nothing in Old Star's apartment to encourage a replay of the warm sensation, and so my blood sighed back to sleep with a few last throbs of complaint.
No. I couldn't go through that ordeal one more night, twenty-dollar bill or no. So I stood up and said, "I have to beg off tonight, anyway, Hazel. Got a rehearsal to do... you know, for that showcase bit we're putting on."
"Oh?" and her wrinkled face saddened. "I was so looking forward to this evening. Really, each time you come, you stay fewer and fewer days. You just got here Tuesday and... Haven't I been good to you? Do you need more money? Can you come back after rehearsal? You know how lonely I am..."
"I'll try." But I knew I wouldn't. Maybe I'd never come back again. She laid her hands (jewelry on every finger, ugh!) on my chest.
"My big, strong boy. And so young and smart too. You'll go far, Cary, you will..."
You bet your tu-tu! Far away from that living room. I don't mind renting myself out as a male prostitute when the times are running rough, but... well, this had been too much, that's all.
I looked back into the room as I left, absolutely guaranteeing myself that I would totally forget the velour chair, the sleeping dog, the burping old bag. In that room I always felt as though I was nothing. But just wait. Ho! Just you wait.
Out in the street there seemed to be an air of emergency to the night traffic. Above my head, the intransigence of Old Star's sky-scraping apartment building. Sights and sounds. I was alive again! Now, I said to myself, now for Sherry. I smiled.
I pulled my Volkswagen up in front of Sherry's apartment house. Already late, I tore up the steps, through the entrance, and down the long, dimly lit hallway. I knocked on her door, out of breath. Sherry, looking up into my eyes,' greeted me with an uneasy smile. Her green eyes traveled up and down my six-foot-three frame, gazing intently at the big bulge in my jeans.
"Hi, Cary, I've been waiting," she welcomed me, her voice wavering with uncertainty. I walked past her into the little room. I noticed a tall, homely girl sitting on the couch staring at me suspiciously, her arms folded tightly across her huge bosom. "Gary, you remember Jodi, my roommate," Sherry said, closing the door. "I think you met her at class. Jodi's not interested in acting, but she loves the work backstage. Maybe it's because she's got it all to herself-too many stars out front," she laughed.
"Yeah, sure, hello there." I tried to sound friendly, as Jodi gave me a sour half smile in return.
"Thanks for coming over to rehearse with me," Sherry chattered on. "I'm kind of anxious to get this scene down pat. This production we're in is going to be a real showcase, and we've got to be the best skit of the night. But, oh, honey, do all the other gals hate me, because we were paired together!" She looked toward Jodi. "Don't you think he's the sexiest thing we've ever had in class?"
I laughed a little embarrassed, running my hands through my thick blond hair.
"Really," Jodi commented coolly.
"Sit down." Sherry gestured to me as she picked up a script from the coffee table. I plopped down on the couch next to Jodi, who was sitting primly in one corner. "You can't imagine how much Jodi has been helping me memorize this scene for class next week. She's been doing the man's part."
"No shit?" I smirked, glancing over at Jodi.
"Just reading, kiddo!" she snapped.
"Cary, we've just got to be perfect, because Mr. Oxman said there were going to be so many important people coming. This is his yearly private showcase and he sends invitations out to everybody who is anybody in the business. Isn't it exciting?"
"Yeah, sure." I shrugged my shoulders, leaning back and spreading my long legs.
Sherry looked down at my colossal endowment, her cheeks blushing. "Thay'd have to be blind to miss your beautiful face, sweetheart, so you've got it made, I'd say."
Smiling, she leaned over, and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"Well, I think I'd better go now." Jodi stood up and went to the door. "I'll be up on the fourth floor with Mrs. Updike. There's a good Bette Davis movie on TV tonight."
"Yeah, you don't want to miss that," I remarked dryly, hugging Sherry.
Jodi looked at me with open hostility. "Call me if you need any help, Sherry. You know her number," she said coldly as she slammed the door behind her.
"What are you hanging around that neuter for?" I sneered.
She laughed. "What's a neuter?"
I smiled. "Forget it. Let's get with it on our scene, huh? I really haven't had much time to memorize it."
"Oh, that's all right. Besides, it's much better if you're fresh than if you're too involved. Just watch me, Cary, and I'll show you everything," she bragged.
"Don't worry, luscious, I never miss a trick," I winked, taking in her full breasts, swaying freely under her loose blouse.
She laughed uneasily as she pulled away and sat down next to me. "We've got a hell of a lot of work to do on this, but I'll make it come out perfect."
"It's so good to work next to a professional," I teased, putting my arm around her and hugging her close.
She half grinned, nervously pointing to the script. "Let's see, here is where our skit begins. Miles and Bernice are in bed, nude," she giggled, "and they're about to seduce one another. But she's scared because it's really her first time, and-"
"What the hell is she scared about?" I interrupted, pressing my leg against hers.
She looked down at the heavy swell in my jeans. "Be serious! She digs this guy, but she doesn't want him to know she's a virgin."
"Are you kidding? Man, she doesn't know what a wild trip she's missing! And it only happens once, you know."
"Anyway," she sighed, "you get the picture and it's our job to make it seem real to the audience out there."
"Yeah, well, it's going to be harder for them to believe it, babe, because I can't even begin to believe this scene myself. We're sitting here, both dressed, on an old couch, pretending to be nude. Who's kidding who?"
"What do you expect us to do? Take our clothes off and practice in my bed-?" Sherry caught herself short and laughed.
I smiled back.
"Gary, don't get any stupid ideas now. I'm an actress first and a woman later! It doesn't make any difference to you, because you're just at the school to meet girls and get into their pants. Naturally, you couldn't begin to understand what this once-a-year theatrical presentation means. But some of us are serious, and every little showcase performance is a matter of life or death! Our skit is the only nude act in the whole program lineup, and I'm giving my heart and soul to this scene!"
Her soul was the last thing I was thinking of as I pushed my hand up her flimsy blouse, squeezing and pressing one full mound.
"Cary!" Sherry flinched, pushing my hand away, embarrassed.
"Aw, come on, Sherry, why do you care so much about that funky acting school? We're only students, you know. Besides, you're not like that bunch of neurotic punks wasting their time taking acting lessons a couple nights a week, pretending they're going to make it to movie stardom someday. What a farce! They're barely producing any films lately and even the old pros are getting left out today."
"Who cares about those old antique broads?" Sherry said. "They've had their chance. But I'm young, eager, and living right here where all the major TV, commercials, and movies are made, and Mr. Oxman's drama academy is my first step toward stardom! Now come on, 'Miles', we're wasting a lot of time playing footsie. Please, don't spoil it!" I sighed. "Okay, Sarah Bernhardt, what's next?"
She smiled happily and patted my knee. "Now, I'm supposed to be sitting up in bed with my arms folded across my chest-like so."
I shook my head. "Why hide all the talent?"
She frowned. "Cary!"
"But they're so young and beautiful," I teased, licking my lips.
"Come on, Don Juan, try real hard to concentrate and read your part."
Reluctantly, I picked up the script with one hand. "Hmmmm, let's see. Miles says, 'The way you talk in front of everybody, I just thought you were already with it. You know, a real swinger.'"
Endeavoring to act in character, Sherry blinked her green eyes innocently and replied in a little girl's voice, "I only talked that way around you, because I wanted you to hear it. Honestly, I've never been laid before. I just wanted to be with you the first time."
I was all wrapped up in admiring Sherry's smooth, creamy legs, when I felt her elbow in my ribs, "What? Oh, yeah, let's see. What do you mean, the first time? Who's getting seconds?"
Sherry closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, still emoting. "You don't understand, do you?"
"Uh..." I looked back at the script and read, "I'm not a mindreader, sweetheart. This was your idea, remember? Either you want it or you don't! Quite messing around, huh?"
Sherry looked up at me suddenly. "You're supposed to throw your hands up in disgust here."
"I am disgusted, believe me," I replied. "I'm sorry, beautiful, but I can't get in the mood for this scene with our clothes on. Besides it's too hot in this little room."
"How can you be hot with just a T-shirt on?"
I stood up, trying to look irritated. "Look, I'm in this business to make money. Mr. Ox-man says I've got everything going for me physically, and that's a good start in this town. You're the prettiest girl in the class, so naturally, he wants the whole showcase to revolve around us."
"Did he really say that?" she asked excitedly.
"Sure," I lied. "But I wasn't supposed to tell you. Besides, everything is nude now, so all those producers want to see beautiful nudes- doesn't that make sense? I'm sorry, but I better do the part with that other girl. Doing this scene in our clothes on this dilapidated old couch won't work. I'll never be able to stop ogling your gorgeous tits when we get on that stage. Forget it, babe," I finished, getting up to walk to the door.
She grabbed my arm. "Wait a minute, Cary. I'm a little nervous, I guess." She locked the door. "I don't want Jodi to pop in now," she apologized. She opened the closet and struggled to pull a wall bed down to the floor. "For art's sake, right?" she reminded me seriously. "What other girl did Mr. Oxman mention for my part?"
I smiled but didn't answer as I pulled off my boots and yanked my T-shirt over my head. Sherry jumped in bed with her clothes on. "I'm not getting my pants wrinkled up either," I remarked, unzipping the fly. Her eyes widened in disbelief as I slowly opened my jeans so she could see the mass of curly hair on my belly. As I pushed the fly all the way down, my enormous pride and joy bounced out. Kicking the jeans to one side, I piled into the bed beside her. "And quit acting like Miss Virgin and take off your shreds-or I'm getting out of here right now!" I threatened, with mock severity.
Sherry looked up at me, speechless, and slowly got out of bed. I smiled to myself and watched her greedily as she turned her back to me and unzipped her miniskirt, dropping it to the floor. Next went her flimsy underpants, revealing her shapely, creamy buttocks. My eyes devoured her slender, velvety legs as she kicked her shoes to one side. Turning toward me, she unbuttoned her blouse and her fleshy tits swayed back and forth loosely in front of her. She tried to cover her bouncing orbs with one hand and at the same time, hold the script between her legs.
"If Jodi ever caught me, I'd die!" she whispered, shaking her head, her eyes downcast as she walked back and climbed into bed beside me, pulling the covers up to our waists. "Satisfied, Cary?"
I nodded, putting my arm around her soft shoulder and pressing my hairy leg against her warm skin. "You're a real pro, honey, and you'll make it!"
She frowned.
"Just remember, all those directors and agents at the private showcase will be lookin at you, Venus. I'm just your backdrop." I winked, picking up the script with one hand and pretending to get down to serious business. "We better start at the beginning. Uh, let's see, Miles says, The way you talk in front of everybody, I just thought you were already with it. You know, a real swinger."
Sherry stammered, conscious of my eyes staring down at her round boobs and my muscular leg moving slowly up and down her leg. "I only talked that way around you because I wanted you to hear it. Honestly, I've never been laid before. I just wanted it to be with you the first time."
I pushed her long, silky brunette hair back off her shoulder and kissed her warmly on the neck. She squirmed. I looked casually back at the script, reading without emotion. "What do you mean, the first time? Who's getting seconds?" I wiggled my wet tongue in her ear.
She flinched and tried to continue in a matter-of-fact tone, "You don't understand, do you?"
Casually moving my arm down her back, I slipped my hand around her tiny waist. I looked back at the script as I wrapped my leg completely around her tense one, nonchalantly. "Uh... I'm not a mindreader, sweetheart. This was your idea, remember? Either you want it or you don't! Quit messing around, huh?" I moved my hand up and touched the bottom of one soft breast with my fingertips. Then, lifting my leg up, I turned my body slightly sideways, letting my one-eyed devil fall limply against her quivering leg.
She gulped, really nervous now and breathing a lot faster. She turned her face to mine, and her arms dropped to her sides, uncovering her round white bosom.
"Oh, baby," I smiled, throwing the script on one side. I took my arm from around her back, sat up, and grabbed her tits in my hands. "Neat-o!" I whispered, bending down and sucking noisily on one pink nipple as my hands squeezed and teased those beautiful mounds. Wiggling my tongue from one firm nipple to the other, I swallowed all of the tit I could. She gasped.
After a couple of minutes, I pressed the soft flesh together and ran my hot tongue wildly from one wet nipple to the other. Not interrupting my movements, I maneuvered my body so my knees were between her legs. Kissing, nipping, and tonguing the delicious red buttons, I pushed my face alternately deep into each trembling globe, leaving them moist with my saliva.
"Oh, Cary, what a terrific feeling," she cried passionately, as her hands pulled my head even closer to her fullness.
I nipped more wildly, making little tooth marks all over.
"Don't be rough, please," she pleaded.
I let up and instead licked her rubbery nipples as I squashed both orbs together tightly. I had her all tuned up, now.
"Really, I'm freaking out! Don't ever stop!" she moaned. "This is the greatest!"
Changing my position, I stood up on the bed, moved from between her legs, and maneuvered my knees beneath her arms. "What's up?" she asked.
Ignoring her question, I grabbed hold of the bed frame for support. Her eyes widened, startled, as she gazed at my hardness looming enormously above her face. Carefully, I sat down and placed it between her breasts. They were still wet with my moisture. She turned her face to the side, frightened, as she focused on the large pink head of my erect one only inches from her mouth. Grabbing both of her warm breasts in my hands, I rubbed them up and down firmly against the sides of my dancing dong.
"Fantastic!" I winked. "What a combination -your soft titties and my nine-inch rod," I smiled, feeling the new sensation and closing my eyes in ecstasy.
"Nine inches!" I heard Sherry mutter.
I reached out and grabbed hold of the bed frame, sliding my hard hot penis across her soft boobs. Leaning forward, I pushed it against her lips. She twisted her head to the side, wincing.
I took a different tack. Moving back between her legs, I leaned forward and ran my hot tongue over her smooth, flat belly, into her perfect naval, then on down into the mesh of soft, curly brown hairs above her sexy pink-ness. Her body quivered. "Like a bed of roses," I remarked as I pressed my nose into the hair and inhaled deeply. "You don't know what a flawless jewel you have here, Venus. But you'll know what it's for when I get through with you," I promised as I moved my waggling tongue down between her white thighs.
"Oh, my God!" she sighed as I licked up and down avidly over the tender swelling slit. "You're wild, you know that?" she cried as I thrust my long tongue in and out of her moist box, kissing and sucking fervently. "What is this?" she choked as her fingers dug into my hair frantically. I pushed my face even deeper into the warm lips as I leeched her wetness away hungrily. "No!" she cried in passion as I spread her vagina apart with my fingers and first sucked hard on her clitoris, then tongued in and out, trying to force open her virgin passage.
Suddenly, the telephone rang.
Sherry cried, "Jodi!"
"So what?" I sneered, wiping my drooling mouth with one arm. "You're pretty tight, baby. You got any Vaseline or baby oil?"
She shook her head no.
"What about face cream? You gotta have that!"
She pointed toward the top of the chest of drawers, looking over at the telephone, which had finally stopped ringing. I jumped up and opened the top drawer, pulling out a jar. "Cary, I think you ought to know I've never..." she stopped shaking her head.
"You're kidding!" I grinned as I opened the jar and slapped a hunk of cream over my stiff, throbbing member. I put the jar down and walked over to the bed again. Her eyes stared at the massive tool, greased with cream and swaying sideways as I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her trembling legs. "Now don't worry, Sherry, this is going to be real neat. Honestly, it's the simplest thing in the world. Every living creature does it, you know." I smiled as I directed the slippery head into her juiciness.
As I gently pushed in, Sherry groaned and closed her eyes. "Just relax, will you?" I whispered, as I leaned forward carefully, my hands underneath her armpits, and looked down at the full, round breasts, glistening and wet. I pushed the titillated fellow a little deeper. Her body stiffened. "You have the sweetest little box in the world, and it feels so great-warm and tight." I thrust once more. She groaned. "See, there isn't anything to it at all. I've already got the head inside. Sure, it hurts a little, but it feels so damn good, eh?" I shoved all the way this time.
"Cary!" she cried out, grabbing hold of my arms.
"It's in! What the hell are you worrying about?" I lowered myself gently onto her trembling body. "Your boobs feel so good against my hairy chest. So big and soft." I looked down at them bulging between our bodies. "Terrific, babe."
I took her head gently in my hands and kissed her sensuously on the lips. I slowly rotated my pelvis, pushing myself even deeper between her widespread legs. I shoved my tongue into her mouth as she moaned inside her throat. She relaxed a little and her arms pulled me tightly to her hot, perspiring body. I jammed harder now and moved my pelvis slowly from side to side. I felt her fingers dig into my knotted shoulders.
Sherry turned her face from mine, panting and gasping. "Oh, darling, I was so scared of this moment, and it's so out of sight! You've made it everything I've dreamed it would be!"
I moved my arms down and struggled to place my hands underneath her soft, round ass, pushing her pelvis toward me as I thrust wildly into her tight warmth. "Open your legs and let me in all the way, honey," I whispered, trembling and urgent. My feet felt the bottom frame of the bed and I pushed against it for leverage.
"God, you're killing me! Please!" she pleaded. I let my feet drop from the bed frame and slowly pulled my shaft partway from her tight cleft, then rammed the pulsating stiffness all the way in again, pumping her good this time, up and down.
"Why does it hurt so and still feel so damn good?" she asked, throwing her arms around my neck tightly and kissing me passionately.
I laughed to myself as I pulled my slippery pole out again slowly to the head and then plunged it back down deep into the bushy hairs for what seemed a divine eternity.
We drove against each other in pleasurable rapture as the bed rocked nosily. Pulling my hands out from beneath her warm body, I pushed them in between our bodies, cupping her trembling breasts firmly. Her tongue thrust down into my throat, and I sucked hungrily on it. My hands kneaded and squeezed her heaving tits as I bored excitedly into her fleshy pocket, pulling my pulsating pecker out to the base of its head slowly, then driving it deeper, over and over again.
"Oh, God, no, I think..." Sherry stammered as I felt her fingers clutching the hair on my head with a new urgency as she moaned down in her throat, her body convulsing and ecstatic. Then she came with complete surrender, her vaginal muscles squeezing my hard, fiery meat.
With utter abandon, I thrust savagely into the yielding tight tunnel as my hands went back down to her ass to shove her hard against me. In wild ecstasy, I jabbed and jabbed with all my strength until I could feel myself building toward that final urge to blast my warm gift into her gushing moisture. Pulling her mouth away from mine, Sherry groaned out loud as we writhed together in a delirium of lust.
"You got your rocks off, now it's my turn," I cried, grabbing hold of her legs and lifting them high. "This is too damn good, babe, and I want all nine inches in you!" I grasped her ankles for support and pushed my stiff rod deeper into the silken hairs, that final moment of passion coming fast now. Sherry sobbed loudly, her head twisting in a frenzy.
This time it was really too much! Clear from down inside me it started. The rapturous feeling spread through my legs and gut until it gushed uncontrollably up through my dong and out through the open mouth in a pulsating flood of sperm. "Here it comes! Oh, Jesus, I can't stand it!" I choked as I felt the hot blast jet into her over and over again. My body responded with whiplash writhings, involuntary and fantastic.
Finally, things let down. We were both gasping as I made one last shove and then relaxed. Panting heavily, I shakily let her legs down and withdrew my bird, still half hard and throbbing. Sherry lay limply underneath me as I sat back, trying to catch my breath again. "Baby, was that a fabulous lay! You're the best virgin I've had yet!" I muttered as I struggled to get off the bed. Hardly able to put on my T-shirt, I didn't even bother to clean up my crotch as I pulled on my jeans and stepped into my boots.
Just then, the telephone rang. Sherry still lay panting breathlessly, unable to move, her legs spread wide. Reluctantly, I picked up the telephone.
"Yeah, hello," I mumbled into the mouthpiece. It was Jodi. "Yeah, we just finished the reading, and she came off beautiful-just beautiful!"
I hung up the telephone.
CHAPTER TWO
It was the night of the big audition. The private showcase to which every big producer and director in movieland had been invited. This was the occasion when some of us, maybe only one of us, would be "discovered" and swept up to stardom, fame, and fortune!
I was already stark naked, waiting the call to go on-stage. I pulled aside the curtain and peeked into the girls' dressing room. Jodi was busy checking off the wardrobe on a long list of Daper. She spotted me before I could get away.
"You dirty bastard!" she snarled, obviously trying not to look down at my long prick, dangling loosely. "Only some kind of an animal would take advantage of a poor, defenseless little girl like Sherry. I hope you're proud of yourself now! And another thing, you filthy prick, dirtying our clean bed sheets with your unspeakable vile excretions. You know, you ought to be locked up and put away-wherever they keep sex degenerates!"
I shrugged, closed the curtain, and squeezed past other ogling cast members as I looked around for my nude partner. Finally ending up at the John, I knocked softly on the door. "Sherry?. Are you in there?"
"Who is it?" Sherry's voice sounded nervous.
"It's me, Cary-I mean, 'Miles.'"
Sherry opened the door, an anguished look on her pretty made-up face.
"Opening night jitters?" I teased, gazing down at the soft triangular mound of curly brown hair between her smooth, shapely legs.
"Oh, golly, I can't go through with this! I feel so... naked!"
I laughed. "Come on, pro, buck up. Everyone will be looking only at you, gorgeous. You'll have the front row panting in your lap."
She sighed. "That's all I need now. How in the world can you be so cool? Oh, gosh, how I'm going to hate those horrible bright lights onstage."
"What do you have to worry about, Venus? It's all for art's sake."
"Quit clowning, you big idiot. I can't even think of a single line right now. My head's a complete blank!"
"Just do what comes naturally-remember?" I winked, looking down again at her furry patch.
She frowned, catching my obvious meaning.
At that moment, Mr. Oxman came up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Well, you're my ace in the hole, kids. All thirty seats are filled with producers and directors, which only proves that everybody loves to look at young, beautiful bodies." He winked, looking down at my dick. "All my RSVPs were answered, and we've got more directors and producers than I ever expected. So don't let me down, eh?"
"Oh, my gosh," Sherry squealed excitedly.
"I'm especially proud of you, Sherry." He smiled, sliding his sweaty hand down my back and pausing on my bare behind. "I thought in the beginning you might be too naive and girlish for this nude scene, but you've proved yourself a real actress. Congratulations to both of you, and go out there and give 'em hell!" He leaned over slightly and kissed her on the cheek, while at the same time, his fingers slipped down between the cheeks of my rump.
"Thanks, coach, it's all your fault," she chirped, beaming.
Mr. Oxman nodded my way, his fingers reluctantly leaving their warm haven as he turned and disappeared through the dim passageway.
"Sherry, you're on!" Jodi's deep voice called out. She came running over gesturing toward the stage with her rolled-up script, as the stage lights dimmed.
Sherry grabbed my hand tightly.
"This is it," I said, leading her gingerly by the hand toward the stage, where the curtain was just closing. Standing in the wings, I stared hungrily at her trembling round breasts. In the semidarkness, I felt pats of hands and heard voices wishing us luck. Dimly, I could see the wings were full of peering cast members and students. The applause from out front died down, and four other actors stepped upstage, closing the curtain behind them, and quickly disappeared into the wings.
"Gee whiz!" Sherry stammered, quickly leading me across the cold floor to the center of the stage. I followed closely, letting my thick dangling penis slap against her sexy little wiggling behind. She hit at it as I followed her onto the bed. As Sherry hurriedly pulled the sheet over our legs, I moved my hand across her body, resting it between her thighs, and shoved one finger inside the soft, warm lips of her pussy. She gasped, as the curtain opened and the stage lights came on brilliantly above us; then she bent her knees hastily so that the sheet covered my moving hand. Sherry looked toward me, frantically trying to get in character.
I looked up at her and automatically mumbled the opening line of our scene, "'The way you talk in front of everybody, I just thought you were already with it. You know, a real swinger.'"
Sherry's eyes widened in disbelief as my hidden finger kept pushing between her legs rhythmically. "'I only talked that way round you, because I wanted you to hear it. Honestly, I've never been laid before. I just wanted it to be with you the first time.'" She blinked her eyes innocently, in character, toward the footlights.
"What do you mean, the first time?" I exclaimed, now pushing my two fingers hard into the moist flesh. "Who's getting seconds?" I stretched one long hairy leg out from under the sheet and wiggled my toes provocatively.
The audience laughed.
Sherry gave me a real dirty look, unable to take her folded arms from across her round globes to brush my eager fingers, away. "You don't understand, do you?" she continued as the laughter died down.
"I'm not a mindreader, sweetheart This was your idea, remember? Either you want it or you don't! Quit farting around, huh?" I continued in character, turning my body slightly sideways so that my long, half-hard cock fell against her smooth leg.
Sherry looked into my face pleadingly, aghast at what was going on under the sheets right in front of the gaping eyes of the attentive audience. "How dare you talk like that in front of me! That's no way to talk to a lady!" she exclaimed taking the opportunity to squirm as my fingers dug deeper into her quivering snatch.
Again, the audience laughed, aware that something more than they could see was going on.
I pressed my swollen organ harder against her leg. "Don't start rapping at me, Bernice. You're the one who did all the eye batting in the first place. And, honey, I'm staying till the finish!"
"Well, as you can see, Miles, we're in bed, stark naked, so let's get this show on the road!"
Unexpectedly, there were cheers from the other side of the floodlights. They were obviously getting in the spirit of things.
"Can I ask you a question first?" I said, pulling my wet fingers out from between her legs.
She sighed loudly, a little relieved, but I could tell she missed it really. She nodded her head at me plaintively, still in character.
"Are we going to do it with your arms folded like that?" I shook a glistening wet finger in her face.
Everyone seemed to spot it at once. In a spontaneous burst of awareness, both the audience out front and Sherry burst out laughing. It seemed to do the trick, too, because she slid her arms down underneath the sheets and with one hand, grabbed my hot stiffness, stroking it up and down slowly.
I grinned. "Can I ask you one more favor?" I said, waggling the same moist finger in her pretty face.
She looked away from me toward the footlights. "No, Miles, we're not going to do it with this sheet between us either!" she remarked dryly, still pressing and squeezing my throbbing cock.
The audience snickered. So did the ogling cast members from the wings. They could see even more than the audience could imagine.
I turned completely on my side so she could grip me more easily. "Don't get mad, Bernice, but could I ask you one more thing? And that'll be all, I promise!"
"What now?" she questioned, pushing up and down, her hand tightly around me. Her slick jacking off technique surprised and delighted me. Involuntarily, I let out a deep groan of pleasure.
"Would you mind, just for fun, putting on lots of lipstick and make-up? You know, like a real prostitute. It'll remind me of the good old days at the seaport bars," I remarked.
"Oh, I know just what you mean," she answered unconvincingly, blinking with her little girl innocent look.
The audience laughed, not believing a word she said.
Sherry smiled at me, one eyebrow raised, as her thumb spread my own moisture over the top of my swollen and throbbing pink cock-head. I growled softly deep in my throat, my legs quivering.
"I will," she continued, "If you do me a favor in return. I want you to put on your navy uniform and do it with your fly open, you know, like rough trade," she beamed.
"Rough trade?" I exclaimed, in character.
Her jerking hand continued its pistonlike motion. Surging waves of ecstasy were welling up between my legs. In fact, I knew that very soon I would have to come there in front of the world, right into her clutching hand. Yeah, that was a great idea! The more I thought of it, the better I liked it. I wondered what Sherry's expression would be when I dumped my steamy load into her dainty mitt.
The play went on.
"Oh, yes," she exclaimed. "You can even pay me in real money if you like."
"Real money?" I stammered, bracing myself for that anticipated finale.
"Yes. And Miles, dear, one more favor. While you're doing it to me, would you mind thrusting your finger up my rosy rectum at the same time? It makes me feel so good. Like I'm getting sparks from both ends!" she giggled with delight as she stroked and pulled roughly on my swollen hardon.
The audience sounded hysterical, really getting stoked with such sexy lines from such an innocent-looking chick. Did they know?
Pretending it was part of my character, I closed my eyes and fell against the pillow. At the same time, I tried to hold my convulsing body steady and stifle a scream as an overwhelming sensation orgasm engulfed me. A hot gush of come jetted from my throbbing rod into Sherry's overflowing hand.
Trying to finish the scene as written, she looked at me, thoroughly startled. I didn't give a damn anymore, and closing my eyes, I lay back on the pillow, completely enjoying this new sensation as the house lights dimmed and the audience thundered its applause.
"You dirty thing!" I heard Sherry whisper into my ear, as I felt a hard, stinging slap across my head!
"You stupid bitch!" I protested. "I gave you everything I had! What more do you want- blood?" I watched her with amusement as she frantically tried to wipe the sticky sperm from her hand onto the sheet before the lights came up.
We took our curtain calls without moving from the bed. As the lights dimmed again and the curtain closed, Sherry jumped up and vanished into the wings, fuming! I pulled the sheet over me before the stage lights came on.
I knew I was a real mess from my navel down to my wet privates. What the hell? What other actor could say he came onstage during his debut! The stage lights went on.
All of a sudden, I heard an excited voice trying to get my attention from the wings. It was Jodi, followed by other cast members and students. "Cary, this was left for you at the stage door. I don't know who it's from, but it's probably an offer for your after-hours services," she said sarcastically, shoving the small envelope in my face. She grimaced as she glanced down at the slimy damp spot on my groin.
I grabbed the envelope, tore it open, and read the card silently. As the entire group gathered around the bed, I stood up in my full nakedness and declaimed aloud in my most theatrical voice, "All Starr Pictures Corporation, Mr. Jason King, Movie Director, Belaire 5-1758."
Everyone gasped.
"Well, I'll be damned!" I exclaimed, and fell back onto the pillow in a mock faint.
CHAPTER THREE
I stopped in front of a shabby-looking building. There was no sign out front, the Venetian blinds were closed behind the dirty streaked windows, and I had to squint to read the small numbers alongside the door. Yep, they matched the address I had written on the back of Mr. Jason King's card: 69 Celestial Lane. I shrugged, opened the door, and walked in.
In the dim musty light, I could just make out a young, voluptuous blonde sitting behind a beat-up desk. She seemed engrossed in filing down her middle finger. "Yeah?" she questioned unenthusiastically, not even bothering to look up.
I walked over and rested the big bulge between my legs snugly on the edge of the desk only a foot from her face. I gazed hungrily down at the huge breasts shaking freely under her tight minidress as she continued to file away intently on that middle finger, her bubble gum cracking and snapping in the silence.
She finally looked up at me with no expression, but as her eyes caught the huge bulge facing her over the desk, they widened and a broad grin spread across her cute baby face. "Like wow!" she exclaimed excitedly in a shrill baby voice. "I'm Dodie-forty, twenty-two, thirty-five!"
"Yeah, I can see that!" I laughed, staring down at the wobbling flesh above her low-cut neckline. "My name's Cary, and I'm nine inches," I teased, handing her the card I held in my hand.
"Far out!" she exclaimed, getting up, taking the card, and running around the desk. "The maestro was right, Cary, you certainly seem to have the real potential for a top-flight nudie superstar." She winked, slapping her hand against my crotch and squeezing my cock affectionately.
I gasped. "Nudie what?"
"Don't knock it, gorgeous," Dodie replied, looking up and down my body with professional lust. "The maestro produces the best obscene flicks in the nudie field. Follow the leader," she ordered. I accompanied her through another door, watching her ass wiggle in time with her short, mincing steps.
We entered a large, dark, barnlike room, empty except for what looked like a fabricated bedroom set in the center. The setting was complete with three walls, an old brass bed, a couple of portable kleig lights, and a beat-up-looking movie camera.
"Just a sec, handsome," Dodie smiled. "You wait here 'on location' while I get the maestro." She winked as she walked daintily through another doorway.
I strolled over to the flimsily assembled bedroom set. It was a little disappointing. Up close, I couldn't help but notice the thin, warped plywood walls, the tarnished brass frame holding up the king-size bed, and the spotted, rumpled yellow sheets and pillow cases.
Suddenly, I heard Dodie's squeaky voice approaching as she reentered chattering gleefully, followed by an elderly man dressed in a gaudy mod outfit, and behind him, a small, crazy-looking grinning guy, yanking nervously at the older man's sleeve.
"Horace, will you pu-leeze!" The older man pulled his arm away with annoyance. He smiled sweetly at me. "Mr. Cary, I presume?" he asked theatrically, holding out a thin pale hand.
"Yeah... Uh, Mr. Jason King?" I tried to look enthusiastic as I shook his hand firmly.
He winced. "My, you have a manly grip there, my boy," he said, rubbing his hand. "Mr. Oxman spoke highly of your 'talent' and at some length." He gazed intently at the long bulge in my jeans.
Horace came quickly around Mr. King, bent forward in front of me, and scrutinized my cock closely. "I warned you, maestro, we must be careful! Some of these jumbos don't get any bigger even when they're hard," he remarked suspiciously as he checked me over.
"Cool it, creep!" Dodie scolded. "You got the last dude so nervous he couldn't even get it up!"
"Look who's rapping?" Horace sneered. "You're the one who drug in that motorcycle queen."
"As you probably know, I'm the foremost authority on the art of the truly erotic stag movie in the nudie-film industry," Mr. King went on. "My motion pictures have all been considered the best sex flicks ever produced and directed, and I have never received anything less than an A rating from any of my discriminating clients. Therefore, I find myself quite capable of making you an overnight success as another superstar in my newest effort entitled, A Giant Orgasm!"
"A giant what?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Ooooo, maestro, I dig it already!" Dodie squealed, jumping up and down so happily that the nipples of her forty-inch bosom peeked over the top of her bodice.
"I can hardly wait till we edit," Horace grinned, rubbing his hands nervously together.
"Thank you, Horace," Mr. King smiled graciously. "You see, my son, I have the best lab and movie equipment money can buy, everything is in color, my productions have received excellent recognition in the sexploitation field along with extensive underground advertising and distribution. You'll get top pay of thirty-five dollars per hour. Now, drop your jeans and let's get a look at your meat!"
Everyone gathered around, watching closely.
"Thirty-five bucks!" I smiled, slowly unbuttoning my fly, each button unveiling a thick mass of blond curly hair on my belly. And I'll be in color nationwide, I thought, as I snapped the last button, pushing my jeans down quickly, so that my thickly veined cock and hairy balls bounced out, the heavy pink head brushing my leg midway down my thigh.
"Way out!" Dodie jumped up and down ecstatically.
"A superstar is born!" Mr. King announced dramatically, raising his eyes to heaven and clasping his hands together. "I preee-dict that you and your 'talent' will climb overnight to the top of your newfound profession."
"Let's get down to the nitty gritty and see if this monstrosity can get off the ground, first," Horace remarked in a jealous tone.
"Maestro, can we do the rape scene today?" Dodie pleaded. "Cary's hung so beautifully, and the scene will certainly be believable-please?"
"Let's see," Mr. King thought out loud, "we'll start with a classic but simple plot of two thrill-seeking school dropouts-a voluptuous blonde and an overly hung stud-who rent a motel room, begin petting innocently, and eventually end up in a realistic knockout rape scene. Of course, you kids will have to act your roles to the hilt to get an interesting and salable color movie. You know, long enough for your fans to get their jollies but short enough so they won't go home bored, either. What do you think, crew?"
"We'll blow everyone's mind out, maestro!" Dodie promised, digging into her purse and applying lots of heavy makeup.
"Don't forget, I edit the close-ups," Horace exclaimed excitedly, dashing off toward the front door. "I'll put out the DO NOT DISTURB sign, lock the doors, and take the telephone off the hook."
Mr. King went on crooning to himself. "With nudity perversion, beautifully stacked flesh on the screen, a competent tech man, outstanding publicity, and my direction, by gum and by golly, we'll send out another brilliant stag flick from All Starr Pictures Corporation," he bragged.
"You're the absolute most, you better believe it!" Dodie cried out adoringly, adjusting her fleshy breasts inside her tight dress. "Remember your motto, maestro-'Good orgasms make happier people.'"
Momentarily, Horace came running back, out of breath, "Did you tell him about me? Did you, huh?" he pleaded, yanking on Mr. King's sleeve.
"Will you pu-leeze!" Mr. King pulled his arm away in exasperation. "Cary, since you're supposed to be the malest of the male species in this projected film classic, remember once you get a hardon, you have to sustain it all through the shooting. And since I'm paying you as a superstar-top dollar-I can't afford to waste any of this expensive color film. And that's where Horace comes in."
"Horace?" I sneered, giving him a look of contempt.
"It may sound shitty, honey, but believe it from a successful nudie star, that little bastard is good in a pinch," Dodie whispered apologetically to me as she dabbed drops of perfume between her legs from a tiny bottle.
I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Her brownish pussy was a poor match for the brassy blonde hair on her head.
"You'd better tell me if you have any hangups before we start, Cary, because if you do, we'll have to get another boy," Mr. King added.
"Hell, no!" I replied, still looking over at Horace suspiciously. "Man, I'm in it for the money, so let's quit bullshitting."
"All right, cast and crew, into position and ready to roll," Mr. King announced, as he began to set up the cameras.
Dodie grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the set. She was still nervously peering into a small cracked purse mirror checking her heavily made-up face.
Horace turned the big kleig lights toward us and switched them on. I put up my hands as the blinding light completely engulfed us.
"I know, it's a bummer, but you'll get used to it, gorgeous." Dodie tried to sound enthusiastic. "Like, you know, don't let it bug you if we sweat on each other's face. Oh, yeah, and don't forget there's no sound. We dub it in later. So don't worry about what you say, but be sure and pretend you're really turned on all the time-you know, over exaggerate everything."
I nodded my head, still confused.
"Maestro, will you be able to get Cary's big prick all in on any of those zoom close-ups?" Dodie went on in a businesslike tone, as she hurriedly pushed a small comb up underneath her minidress and ran it through the soft, light brown pussy hair.
"You let me worry about that, darling," he replied, a little irritated. "I just want one thing out of you two-action!"
"Groovy!" Dodie exclaimed. "Because we're going to be the best bailers you've ever screened. Right, stud?"
"Yeah, I'm flipping out already," I answered, trying to sound convincing.
"I'll be waiting on the sidelines whenever you conk out," Horace said, and winked at me mischievously.
"I still don't know exactly what to do, doll face," I said, exasperated.
"Don't worry, handsome," she assured me, wiping the bright red lipstick off her perfect teeth with her finger. "Like, man, you know, all your fans want to see is fucking-right?"
I nodded in agreement.
"Even superstars like me, Cary, get butterflies in the stomach as soon as I hear the whir of the camera," Dodie intoned, licking her lips with her long tongue so that they shone.
"Scene one, take one, A Giant Orgasm," Mr. King shouted dramatically from behind the camera.
Horace pushed me aside as he jumped in front of us with a wooden placard, repeated Mr. King's words, and snapped it shut loudly inches from my face.
I lurched back nervously and grabbed Dodie's hand, squeezing it tightly.
She winced. "Ooooh, I dig that!" she winked. "Relax, stud, and just follow me."
"Roll 'em!" Mr. King bellowed, as the camera began whirring. I stared speechless into the barrage of lights.
I could hardly believe the phony animation that suddenly exuded from Dodie's face as she pantomimed a beaming smile, her eyes huge and innocent baby blue. A look of childlike serenity seemed to fill her whole person. She gazed up into my face adoringly as she pulled me toward the bright hot lights and the whirring camera. We stepped into the rickety bedroom set.
"Nobody can hear us, Cary, so just talk loud, like me, and you'll get over the butterflies. It's like diving into cold water-once you're in, it's a trip!" Dodie looked around the bedroom set as if it were all new to her. "It's let's pretend time, muscles, so have yourself a good piece of ass while we're getting paid for it too!"
I smiled nervously and squinted into the blazing lights as Dodie pulled me toward the bed.
"Don't tell me we've got another motorcycle queen on our hands!" Horace called out sarcastically.
"Okay, kids, let's show your fans out there in movieland there's nothing groovier, sexier, and more fun than being young," Mr. King added. "I need a good, solid real of hot, sex-filled scenes to sell this flick, so let's see some instant cock, stud. Remember, this is the way you get your jollies, Cary, raping luscious virgin teenyboppers in motel rooms with that monstrous machine of yours. So let's get in there and fuck!"
Resisting an urge to answer, "Yeah, coach!" I took a deep breath, pulled Dodie tightly against my trembling legs, and covered her open mouth with mine, kissing her greedily.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as she thrust her long tongue down my throat, moaning happily. My hands moved up and down her smooth back and over the soft cheeks of her rump, still covered with the flimsy dress material. I held her hot tongue in my mouth, sucking long and avidly.
At last, Dodie pulled away. By now, she was panting. On the side facing the camera, she pressed her warm cheek against mine and twirled her wiggling tongue inside my ear. I pulled her dress up over the luscious rear end, clear up to her tiny waist, and roughly massaged the quivering buttocks, my fingers moving into the warm cleft and spreading the mounds apart eagerly. Dodie sighed and licked feverishly over my chin and neck, while she ran her hot hands up and down my heavy biceps.
Our lips met again, and I crushed her mouth to mine, moving from one side of her face to the other. I pressed her squirming ass till her hot pussy pushed against my stiff tool. Anxiously, I thrust three fingers deep inside her moist anus, plunging in and out violently. Dodie's hot breath came in short gasps as she sucked thirstily on my zealous tongue, still deep in the back of her throat.
Then, without warning, Dodie reached up and grabbed a fistful of my thick hair, forcing my head almost viciously down to her rotating pelvis. I yelped with pain but followed her intentions obediently, still managing to keep my fingers inside her juicy haven. Half-crazed, I drove my face into her protruding box and jabbed with a hard tongue into the open pink flesh. Dodie moaned with passion, her hands pulling at my hair and pushing my face farther between her hairy cunt lips. I sucked and lapped up the glistening moisture with gusto.
Almost deliriously, I freed myself from her grip and turned her body completely around, so that the shuddering white mounds of her ass faced me. Separating the fleshy hills with my hands, I vaguely heard the loud whirring noise of the camera motor as I looked closely at the rose-colored canal. Ravenously, I kissed and nipped with my teeth over the smooth, silky flesh, then wiggled my tongue up and down the length of the glistening crease.
Dodie shivered, as she took my hands from her hips and pulled them around to her thickly matted twat. With lustful desire, I easily jabbed six fingers up through the pulsing tunnel. Dodie pumped rhythmically first into my stiff fingers in front, and then into my probing thick tongue still swirling wildly inside her moist asshole.
Springing to my feet, I frantically tore at the buttons of my fly, as Dodie turned around, staring at the lengthy straight bulge as if in a trance. Deliberately, I kicked my loafers in the direction of Horace's gawking face which was barely visible behind the bright lights. For a brief second, I caught a glimpse of Mr. King using a hand-held camera, its long zoom lense zeroing in on my bursting crotch, as I ripped open the last button to expose an enormous, pulsing cock, which throbbed heavily in the air. I yanked the jeans off my feet and threw them hard at Horace. They made a loud slapping noise as they wound tightly around his small head. I could hear his surprised yelp of protest as he frantically tried to free himself.
Dodie watched, puzzled, as I jumped up on the bed and turned around so that my hard, palpitating rod faced her menacingly. With my hands on my hips, I thrust my pelvis forward and grinned at her invitingly. "It's all yours, baby, every solid inch."
"Man, I'm going to eat you up alive," she promised, leaning forward and licking at the very tip of my bobbing cockhead, her fingers meanwhile pushing in and out between her own squirming legs.
"Come on, blondie, put your hot lips together and blow!" I ordered, my body shuddering in anticipation of her pressing velvety mouth.
Taking her time, Dodie swirled her tongue tantalizingly over the shiny head, titillating the sensory center just below the round bulb.
"Oh, God, you're really together, you know that?" I groaned, my eyes tightly shut and my teeth clenched in pleasure.
I sighed deeply as Dodie's warm mouth encompassed the throbbing, glistening head, her teeth gently biting along the edge of the rubbery ridge, and her tongue sending wild sensations down the long white shaft with tickling twirls. I looked down past Dodie's head to her busily moving fingers, still deeply embedded inside her thickly matted pussy. Moving closer to the bed, she bent her head slightly, her tongue lapping down over the corded veins underneath.
Pulling her hands out from within her moistened twat, Dodie reached up and spread her wet fingers through the thick, curly hair surrounding my pulsing cock. Her mouth easily engulfed both my hairy balls at one time. I gasped and flinched as she sucked sensuously and firmly. I grabbed her hands and pushed them onto my almost bursting hardon. She squeezed and pushed it up and down roughly, her mouth still eagerly sucking on the tender sac. I pressed my fists together hard, fighting back the maddening urge to shoot my rising head.
"You son of a bitch, I said suck that cock!" I screamed.
Dodie laughed, then nonchalantly faced the shining organ and with one plunge, completely devoured me with her wide-open mouth, sending ecstatic shock waves through my shuddering body. With my rigid, fiery penis tight in her two hands, she jerked me off hurriedly, the top of her wide tongue flat against the bottom of the spongy head.
Not able to hold back the exploding discharge, I reached down and pressed my hands over Dodie's, helping to jack me off even more vigorously, as ray body tensed and I rasped, "I'm coming, Dodie! Quick, put it in your mouth!"
Laughing deep in her throat, Dodie purposely held her mouth a full inch away from the jerking head of my palpitating hardon, as rapturous swells of wild bliss bulleted from my scrotum, up through the sensitive tunnel, and spouted out the end of the wide opening. Shaking uncontrollably. I stood helpless as Dodie kept her open mouth an inch away, catching each spurt of come expertly and swallowing automatically with each fresh spasm. I sighed with disappointment as my load continued to jet upward and vanish into her waiting lips. I hardly noticed the familiar whirring camera closing in on Dodie's happy face and then panning over to my cock, still shooting thick globs of creamy gism between her lips and over her quivering tongue.
"You stupid broad!" I shouted, annoyed at losing my precious love juice down her throat instead of her cunt.
Dodie ignored my protest and leisurely continued to squeeze and twist my still-throbbing machine until the last drop of white liquid oozed out of the red head. Her big blue eyes turned toward the close-up camera, as she slurped up the last glistening sperm dribble slowly with her long, sinuous tongue. Then she let go of me, licking her lips and rubbing her tummy.
Angrily, I jumped up, grabbed her arm, and threw her back toward the bed. "I'm not through with you yet, Miss Prick Teaser!"
Dodie looked at me with an expression of exaggerated fright and screamed. "No, please, not that!" mouthing each word as if she were playing in a silent movie. She put her hands dramatically up to her face and backed away from the bed.
"Quit clowning and get the hell on that bed!" I yelled as I grabbed her wrist and pulled hard again.
"Help me, somebody!" Dodie cried loudly, slapping me with a stinging wallop across the face!
Startled, I put my hand up to my cheek and then, in a fury, leaped at Dodie as she ran past me toward the edge of the set. Grabbing her bleached hair, I yanked her roughly backward toward the bed. Dodie let out a yelp, fighting wildly against my strong grip, but she accidentally slipped over her own high heels and fell backward on the hard floor. I let go and slid down between her legs, ready to screw her right there on the cold cement.
Too late! I didn't move fast enough to avoid her knee coming straight at my crotch. I howled in agony as her leg hit me squarely in the balls with a thud! I slumped over to one side, my hands covering my aching privates.
Dodie jumped up quick as a flash, but as she started to dash away again, I grabbed hold of the back of her tight dress and pulled down with all my strength, ripping the flimsy material down the middle. She screamed in fright as I took hold of her slender neck, forcibly turning her toward the bed, and pushed her forward with all my might! She gasped as she fell against the edge of the squeaky mattress and bounced back up again.
I was ready for her this time as she came up fighting mad, kicking at my shins and aiming wild slaps at my face. I dodged backward, barely missing her jabbing heels. In a split second, I saw her pull her arm back for one final hard swing. I beat her to the punch and smacked her viciously across the mouth with my open palm! She moaned, covered her face, and began crying like a baby.
I snatched the hanging bodice of her ripped dress and pulled it downward, tearing it completely off her nude, trembling body. "Now get up there before I really knock the holy shit out of you!"
Sobbing, Dodie turned and crawled on top of the bed, falling limply on her stomach, her hand still covering her red cheek. Without further ado, I jumped up on the bed, falling on her back. Spreading her legs wide apart with my knees, I jammed my vengeful prick down into her wide-open twat. Pumping violently, I dug my chin into her smooth shoulder as I struggled to shove my hands beneath her voluptuous breasts, squeezing them tightly. Her moist tunnel felt warm and soft under the relentless thrusts of my braised hardon. Dodie groaned in rhythm with each deliberate push of my rotating pelvis into her plump behind.
Suddenly, she turned her face to me, smiling, "Ooooh, what a he-man! Fuck it, muscles, tear my horny pussy apart!"
I laughed and, sitting up, grabbed her around her tiny waist, pulling her pelvis upward so that she had to kneel, her head still on the bed snuggled in her arms. In dog fashion, I pumped savagely upward into the pulsing slit, pulling her quivering buttocks toward me. Then, falling over her bent back, I reached around to her swinging tits and caught hold of them, yanking and kneading. The contact between her hot, yielding box and my fingers digging into her trembling bosom sent shivers of delight through my body.
"Cary, give it to me in the ass, please-it's tighter!" Dodie pleaded.
Eager to please, I sat up again, breathing heavily. Separating the round white cheeks of her ass with my fingers, I took hold of my huge cock, pressed it against the little round rosy opening, and, with one mighty shove, rammed it in all the way clear to the base. Dodie shrieked in pain and surprise as her body lurched forward. She tried to crawl away from the deeply embedded monstrosity, but I kept close behind her, anxious not to lose that luscious close contact while I could still get some good out of it.
Dodie was still crying as she fell over the side of the bed onto the rough floor. I came down on top of her like a ton of bricks, my massive dong slamming still farther into her stretched asshole! She moaned in pain as I screwed back and forth crazily, my hands clutching her stiffened arms. I pulled my hard prick out all the way to the palpitating head, then jammed it unmercifully in, over and over again.
Placing my hands against the cold floor, I bent my arms slightly, then pushed myself upward with a loud grunt. Swinging into a sitting position on the bed again, my stiff, throbbing shaft still firmly inside Dodie's ass, I took a strong grip around her waist and hoisted her up onto the bed with a mighty tug.
Dodie cried out in astonishment as she swung through the air and up on top of me with a heavy thump. Her pelvis pushed down hard on my rigid slick pole, her grinding cheeks squeezing and pressing relentlessly. The fantastic sensations forming in my balls were surging toward a second heavenly explosion.
Lusting for that delicious front hole of Dodie's once more, I pushed her harshly off my cock. She whined in dismay and disappointment, rolling over on the king-sized bed. Panting for breath, I lifted myself up and fell over on top of Dodie's spread-eagled form.
We both groaned in contentment as my almost bursting prick sank deeply between the soft lips of her waiting cunt. Dodie threw her arms around my back. At the same time, in a real delirium, she sank her teeth into my neck and dug her long nails into my shoulders.
"Good God almighty!" I wailed, tears coming to my eyes, my teeth clenched. I pulled away, but Dodie hung on like a leech, her body rolling with mine, still pumping wildly into my crotch. I finally got a firm grip on her thick hair and yanked backward viciously until she stopped the Dracula act and let go her agonizing hold on my neck. The combination of pain, surprise, and my hot cock pushing in and out of her pulsating pussy sent uncontrollable shudders through my body.
"Oh, sweetie, I'm coming-ready or not!" Dodie trilled, wrapping her legs with la viselike grip around my hips.
"Baby-together!" I rasped, kissing her wildly and jamming my stiff tongue down her throat. As her hands moved across my sweaty back, her teeth clamped down on my tongue. I howled like a suffering dog, but to no avail. Just as our mounting passions soared to their final climax, her nails once again ripped over my shoulders. I could feel the blood run down my back just as her flushing wetness mingled with my jetting cream.
Dodie let go of her hold on my tongue, and I pulled away, sputtering and spitting. She panted loudly into my ear, and, loosening her grip from around my hips, fell limply back onto the bed. Dodie's perspiring body lay quivering under my strong weight, her full breasts heaving up and down with excitement. My pulsing organ still remained embedded in her oozing flesh, the all encompassing sexy feeling still potent enough to make my balls send up more spasmodic explosions of sperm.
We both lay exhausted, breathing loudly. Not wanting to move, we still hung on to the remnants of the mutual pleasure, now diminishing little by little.
"Cut and wrap 'er up!" Mr. King's voice interrupted our bliss. I felt a sharp slap on my firm butt. "That was brilliant, young fella!" he congratulated me gleefully. "It's wonderful to find out you have such a large... er... wide... range."
"Yeah, I know," I muttered, looking up Wearily, my tongue and shoulders still aching.
"You were nothing short of sin-sational, superboy," he went on enthusiastically. "In my opinion-and I'm a respected authority in the filming of erotic diversions-this will be the superspectacle of today's hip pornie world!"
Exhausted, I rolled off Dodie's damp body, my long, wet penis sliding out of her slushy cunt. She whimpered unhappily, resenting the void. "I'm dead," I whispered. "Pooped!"
"Cary was absolutely spectacular, maestro- really far out!" Dodie exclaimed, stretching her shapely body dreamily. "He certainly knows where his head is at!"
"I'll get even with you, you punk!" Horace threatened, switching off the hot, glaring lights and wheeling the cameras away.
"What's eating him?" I asked.
"Okay, kiddies, five minutes'." Mr. King announced as he checked his watch and strolled off with Horace toward the darkroom.
"Five minutes?" I repeated, dumbfounded.
"Yes, sir, I dig you." Dodie yelled after Mr. King, jumping off the bed fresh and invigorated. "I can't believe it, Cary. The maestro hasn't been this thrilled over anyone in a long, long time. And that was just our first can."
"You're kidding!" I winced, looking down at the mess spread all over my crotch and on the bed.
Dodie picked up her tattered dress and held it up for my inspection. She began giggling. "I gotta frame this! Well, back to wardrobe." Then she tiptoed off to the restroom.
All alone in the dank studio, I grabbed a pillow and wearily began wiping between my hairy legs. The silence was broken by the ringing of a telephone in another room.
Barely a couple of minutes later, the door from the darkroom swung open and Horace came racing in. First, he ran to the restroom and pounded on the door excitedly, while still clutching a stack of film cans under his arm. "You better split, Dodie. We just got a friendly call that the fuzz are on their way!" Ignoring me completely, Horace ran for the entrance doorway and disappeared.
The restroom door flew open, and Dodie came storming out wearing a worn frilly kimono and carrying the tattered dress and a purse under her arm. "I know this is a drag, gorgeous, but we have to cool it for a couple of hours. But like, wow, man, you're the best balling partner this chick's ever made it with. And honey, I can't remember that far back!" she snickered, waving goodbye as she raced out the entrance.
I leaped off the bed and ran over to the spot where I remembered throwing my jeans and loafers at Horace's face.
The darkroom door swung wide and Mr. King came hurrying in carrying an old, beat-up suitcase and waving a piece of paper in his hand. "Sorry I have to dash, kid, but I can't afford to hassle with the vice. Here's your check. For a young man who had had little or no experience in the pornie field, you're sure to get an A rating from my competitors. So we'll do some more of the same bag of funtime thrills in our next session, okay?"
I grabbed the check eagerly.
"Ninety percent of my work comes after shooting, my boy, so I've got a lot of editing to do," he exclaimed, puffing loudly as he raced toward the entrance.
"But, Mr. King," I called out, "when do you want me back?"
"Telephone my secretary-uh, Dodie-sometime tomorrow," he replied looking back. "I've got some great ideas for my next sin-filled flick on teenagers-an orgy guide, swapping, or group sex. Oh! Don't forget to turn out the lights," he called back as he slammed the door behind him.
Bewildered by the sudden exodus of the entire crew, I looked down at the check. It was made out to me for thirty-five dollars. I smiled happily to myself as I took a last look around at the messy bed and remembered the filmed sex orgy that had gone on only minutes before.
I began to pull on my wrinkled dungarees.
Jesus Christ! They were streaked and soggy with gobs of ropy white jizz down the front. Even my loafers were sticky with the thick liquid. Some bastard had jacked off in my jeans.
Horace-that dirty son of a bitch!
CHAPTER FOUR
The loud ringing of my phone woke me from a sound sleep. I glanced at the electric clock, then, still half asleep, reached over and picked up the receiver. "It's your dime," I mumbled.
"Cary, this is Mr. Oxman," the voice said in a businesslike but enthusiastic tone. "I know it's early, but I've great news for you!" He hesitated, as if waiting for a reaction.
I laid my head back on the pillow, the receiver against my ear, and almost dozed off.
Not discouraged, he went on, "I just got a call from the personal secretary of a very famous screen personality. He wouldn't reveal the name of his employer, but he did let me know that she was once the reigning sex goddess of the thirties."
"The thirties, for Christ's sake!" I sneered.
Ignoring my protest, Mr. Oxman babbled on, "I've been racking my brain, but I'm still not sure who he's working for. Anyway, he did mention that his employer had seen the movie you made for Mr. King at a private showing and that she insisted on having your number. It seems she see a great future ahead for you."
"Oh, really?" I exclaimed, sitting up, and glancing with admiration at the solid evidence of my great future-my huge cock, rigid with its usual morning hardon, throbbing under the tented bed sheet.
"Remember, I told you, 'Everybody loves to look at young beautiful bodies'-even this old bag-I mean, great star. Anyway, could you be ready to be picked up by her chauffeur and spend today at her baronial mansion-in view of what it could do for your future?" Mr. Ox-man chuckled. "Apparently, she wants an answer right away."
"Are you serious?" I asked, throwing the sheet off my nude body and looking down with approval at the long white shaft of my penis lying straight over my abdomen, straining toward my navel. "I'm ready and willing right now!"
Mr. Oxman laughed nervously. "I'll just bet you are! Okay, I'll call them and give the secretary your address. He'll send the chauffeur. Now don't forget, Cary, to mention the academy and your director-me! If she offers you any contracts or theatrical opportunities, you'll need legal advice and management, and that's what I'm here for-to protect your future and mine! So good luck! The whole school will be waiting on pins and needles to hear about the outcome of your big break. In fact, Sherry, Jodi, and I were just talking yesterday about what a great guy you are! We're thinking of throwing a party for you-our most promising student. What do you think about that?"
"I'm speechless!" I shrugged. Reaching down and grabbing hold of my heavily veined prick, I ran my hand over its cool, satiny-smooth surface, the pleasant sensation filling my body. "Call the old fart and tell her I've got a nice fat hardon waiting to be auditioned," I teased.
"Lucky her," Mr. Oxman replied, his envy showing in his tone. "Better get ready right away, because she's probably crawling up the walls waiting to see your stupendous talent in action." He laughed nervously. "Call me as soon as you're free, and don't forget to give her my regards, whoever she is! Who knows, she might want to come down to the academy and sponsor one of our shows. I'm always free to do business with any great star-especially if she's loaded."
"Yeah, sure, I'll do that," I muttered, spreading my muscular legs wide apart and watching with fascination as my hairy arm pumped up and down over the full length of my stiff member.
"Okay, kid, I'll be calling them back right away. Happy success now, and don't forget to call. You know who your real friends are." Mr. Oxman sounded plaintive as he hung up.
"Wahoo!" I shouted with glee. I jumped up and ran into the tiny bathroom, my prick swaying heavily in front of me. I turned on the water and stepped into the shower, my brain whirling with thoughts of impending, stardom. Who could this aging sex queen be! Did she think I was a professional gigolo or a male prostitute? What did her secretary mean, "She sees a great future for you?" Where in hell had she seen my stag film?
Twenty minutes later, after showering and shaving, I walked back into my cluttered room, still naked. I had just pulled open the dresser drawer and was pawing through the rumpled clothes, looking for a clean T-shirt, when the door buzzer sounded. Knowing it must be the chauffeur, I deliberately threw the door open, making no effort to hide my nudity.
A tall, well-built, good-looking young man stood there, impeccably dressed in a black chauffeur's uniform, his cap set slightly to one side on his neatly cut mod hair. He stared wide-eyed at the unexpected sight, looking up and down my body, his eyes pausing when they reached my heavy cock, dangling loosely between my legs. He seemed completely offguard, and for a time he remained speechless.
"Hi, I'm Cary, the giant orgasm," I bragged, gesturing for him to come in.
"My name is Millard," were his first words. He stepped into the room and looked around curiously.
I closed the door behind him. "You sure got here fast," I said to make conversation while pulling the T-shirt over my head. "What's this deal about anyway?"
"Madame wants to 'make use' of your 'talent' for the day. However, I'm not permitted to mention her name until you meet her yourself," he replied. "Mr. King recommended you."
"Mr. King?" I exclaimed, the light finally dawning. I pulled my tight khakis up, making sure the handsome young chauffeur didn't miss the way I stuffed my lengthy penis and hairy balls down one side next to the fly. Then I buttoned the fly slowly, one button at a time.
"She'll tell you all about it," he went on nervously, his eyes riveted on the large swell in my pants. "You're due for lunch in one half hour, so we better be on our way."
"Great, because I'm starved." I pulled on my boots and opened the door. "Okay, partner, lead on!" I smiled.
Frowning, he took a final look around the room, then walked stiffly ahead of me down the dim hallway. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing as I closed the door behind me.
As we reached the street outside the main entrance of the apartment building, I was amazed to see a crowd of old pensioners and shouting children standing beside an exotically long and shiny Rolls-Royce limousine-the kind where the chauffeur sits in an open seat in front. They were peering into the dark tinted windows, and they looked over astounded as the chauffeur and I approached. When he opened the back door and I climbed in nonchalantly, I could hear the excited chatter of disbelief clear through the closed door. A feeling of pride and exhilaration welled up inside me.
Leaning back in the expensive-looking heavily upholstered seat, I sighed in contentment as I put my boots up on the thickly padded footrest. I was surprised to see Millard climb in on the right-hand side of the car and take over the wheel, just like in an English movie. Almost noiselessly, we drove away from the prying eyes of my astonished neighbors. Millard was busy talking into a white telephone as we zoomed away from the shabby neighborhood where I lived.
Thrilled as a little kid, I stared with open curiosity at the fancy interior decor, running my hand over the slick back seat. I grabbed the speaking tube and shouted into it, my other hand scratching my crotch in excitement, "Millard, old boy, what year model is this anyway?"
"This is a custom-built 1939 Rolls-Royce limousine purchased for madam by her former movie studio as a prop for her academy-award picture, It Takes Two to Tangle," he boasted, his eyes nervously trying to watch the road and my moving hand through the rear-view mirror at the same time.
"What's this crap all around me?" I asked, glancing closer at the three ornate silver-plated initials reading "VLF" that were repeated on all sides.
Trying to sound blase, Millard rattled off, "The door handles are made of sterling silver; the cabinet work in front of you is hand-rubbed walnut; there's a pull-down desk and bar; a color TV set; your speaking tube; a built-in tape recorder with a varied choice of musical tapes; a miniature dressing table and mirror."
"No kidding?" I exclaimed, looking closer.
"And what's this weird upholstery on the seat?"
"Well, this year, it's Burmese-python," he replied, trying to keep a straight face.
"Python?" I sat upright, flabbergasted.
"That's nothing! Last year, it was cheetah. And the year before, vicuna, but that didn't take the wear and tear, especially in the back seat," he went on snidely. "Someday, knowing madam's inclinations, I expect to find the upholstery redone entirely with her lovers' foreskins."
I laughed nervously. "Call me when we get there, huh?" I said, dropping the speaking tube, leaning back in the seat, and closing my eyes.
Minutes later the car came to a smooth halt and Millard's voice interrupted my reveries. "Sir, we are home."
Rubbing my eyes, I sat up. Outside, an electrically controlled wrought-iron gate opened, and we took off again past a large carved sign reading PRIVATE affixed to a marble column flanking the brick-topped driveway. I stared through the window, entranced, as we drove past tall cypresses, firs, and palm trees outlining the narrow, twisting road that gradually lead up to the hilltop estate. It was almost like a movie set as we finally stopped abruptly under an ornamental canopy that shaded the entranceway. I was still gawking open-mouthed at the elaborately carved front door of the impressive Spanish-style two-story mansion, when Millard opened the car door without warning, almost pitching me out onto the driveway on my face.
Frowning, I regained my balance, stepped out, and walked toward the door, aware of Millard's sarcastic face smirking behind me. The huge front door creaked open and I was greeted by a slim, flamboyantly dressed young man. His over-prominent large brown eyes scrutinized me critically through long, thick, curly eyelashes. His forehead and nose wrinkled in disapproval at what he saw. He obviously hated my clothes, but in spite of it, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off the big bulge in the crotch of my tight khakis.
As I walked through the open door, I could hear Millard already gunning the Rolls down the driveway. Then the door slammed hard behind me.
"I hate to admit it, but you look even better than your pictures-motion pictures, that is," the haughty voice remarked dryly. "Poor thing -you're almost too beautiful! Well, it's your own decision, I presume." He sighed.
I smiled and hesitantly moved farther into the room, then stopped short as I looked around. I couldn't help but be impressed by the size of this vast entrance hall. Not expecting me to stop, my guide walked right into me and grabbed both my knotty shoulders for support with long, bony fingers.
"Oooops, my dear," he apologized. He seemed to let go very reluctantly as he pointed with one hand toward a tiny round backless stool, surrounded by potted ferns.
Clumsily, I tried to sit down, straddling the uncomfortable seat, which creaked and groaned under my weight. I pushed the tickling long green leaves away from the back of my neck with annoyance.
He shook his head. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mr. Blowtower, and I am the confidential secretary to the one and only Miss Violette La Fleur-the most glamorous sex symbol from the greatest era of the stage and screen!" He stood staring, obviously waiting for a reaction.
I shifted my position and looked blankly straight ahead.
"You must be kidding," he murmured, half to himself and half to me.
"What's so funny?" I asked puzzled.
"Oh, my God! Well, for your information, Cary, Miss La Fleur happens to be a living part of the legend of the movies," he explained as if he was talking to a child.
He motioned for me to follow him through another doorway, down some polished steps, into an immense living room. I left the creaky stool gratefully and tiptoed behind him over the deep, thick Oriental rugs. I goggled wide-eyed at the stone fireplace (taller than me), two crystal chandeliers, the lavish drapes and furniture. We finally stopped in front of a large oak table crowded with dozens of elaborately framed photos. They were all of the same person-Violette La Fleur.
"She sure keeps a lot of pictures of herself around," I commented, looking closely at the different ones.
"Yes, Miss La Fleur can trace her career back to 1911, when she made her stage debut in The Open Split and then-"
"In 1911?" I interrupted, then caught myself short.
Mr. Blowtower looked at me coldly and continued, "Following twenty years of triumphs on Broadway, madam finally began her movie career in 1932 as the star of that unforgettable smash-hit film It Happened Twice a Night!" he went on dramatically.
"Hey-, does she really look that good now?" I questioned, picking up a silver-framed photograph that looked newer than the rest.
Mr. Blowtower winced as he grabbed it from my hand, rubbed vigorously over my fingerprints with the arm of his suit, and gently put it back in place. "Please! That's the latest photo taken of her. That was the year she made There's Always Time for One More-let's see, it must have been 1940."
"Christ almighty! This is 1970!" I exclaimed.
Mr. Blowtower looked at me silently, one eyebrow raised and his lips pursed in irritation.
Just then, a loud buzzer sounded, and he about-faced quickly, disappearing through another doorway. As I watched him leave, I was surprised to see Millard enter through the same door. He had taken off his chauffeur outfit and was now dressed as a butler in white tie and tailcoat.
"You sure get around, pal," I laughed.
He frowned, looked right through me, and announced, "Madam will receive you in the upstairs sitting room. This way, please." He gestured toward an open elevator at the other end of the room.
"Aw, come on! This is really getting heavy!" I shook my head as I walked past him, first taking another look around the big room before stepping into the little elevator. Millard followed close behind me, pulled the intricate wrought iron sliding door shut, and pushed the number two button. As we rose smoothly upward, he looked out of the corner of his eye at the lumpy bulge between my legs.
The elevator came to a halt, and Millard pulled back the door and waited for me to step out. I couldn't believe my eyes as I walked out onto the thick white wall-to-wall carpeting. I was in another immense room. At one side stood a round glass-topped table, surrounded by overstuffed chairs. A tall vase of pink roses, several dozen more framed portraits of Miss La Fleur, two or three books, and many plaques and awards (all echoes of past glories) almost covered the table top.
Directly across the room, a real wood-burning fireplace towered over us, and above it hung a gigantic oil portrait of Violette La Fleur. By now, I was really getting curious to see the real thing!
Then I saw the bed-a really way-out job -a king-sized round bed smack in the far corner of the room and flanked on both sides by full-length mirrors. The ceiling above it was mirrored too! Now I dig that! I thought. The bed was covered with a fancy-looking fur spread, dyed pink, which draped onto the carpet on all sides. I suddenly realized what was going to be oh the menu for lunch-me!
Without warning, soft music flooded the room from invisible speakers and a sexy perfume filled my nostrils.
"You must be Cary-I presume," a low seductive voice greeted me from behind.
I turned around, trying to look unimpressed, but the first sight of Violette made me gasp. She stood before me in all her glory-the lust of the great sex goddesses!
She had silvery blonde hair piled high on her head with long curls at the sides touching her shoulders. Her face was covered with an awful lot of makeup and her shiny ruby-red lips were parted slightly to reveal a gleaming set of choppers. Extra thick, dark eyelashes and lots of heavy green eye shadow framed her china-blue eyes. I noticed she blinked a lot, too. Her thin penciled eyebrows gave her a surprised look.
She was wearing long-sleeved pink satin hostess pajamas with the V neck and sleeves trimmed in pink ostrich feathers. Between her diamond earrings and necklace, and all her rings and bracelets, she looked like a walking Tiffany display case.
She stood still and posed just long enough to dazzle me; then she sashayed across the room with mincing little steps and held her hand out to me.
"Are you really the madam?" I blurted nervously, shaking the extended jeweled fingers hard.
She winced. "I'm sure." She withdrew her hand and turned stiffly toward the table surrounded by chairs and stood waiting, her eyes glancing down approvingly at my "talent."
After a few seconds of silence, it dawned on me that I should pull a chair out for her to sit down. "Oh!" I apologized, leaping over to get behind her. Unluckily, Millard had picked this exact moment to approach us from behind with a tray holding two drinks in giant goblets. We collided with full force, sending the tray, goblets, and liquor flying through the air and soaking all three of us.
"You blundering prick!" Miss La Fleur shouted angrily at Millard as she surveyed the dripping-wet splotches on her satin pajamas. "I've heard of clumsy sons of bitches in my time, but you take the cake, you big, stupid cow!"
"It wasn't my fault, Violette, for heaven's sake-really!" Millard whined, as he knelt and picked up pieces of broken glass.
Without further warning, Miss La Fleur walked over, and with one satin-pajama-clad leg, gave the kneeling Millard a good swift kick right in the butt with her ostrich-feathered high-heeled slipper. "Beat it, punk!" she ordered.
Whimpering softly and rubbing his ass, Millard gave me a look of open hostility and rushed out of the room with the tray and broken goblets.
"Honestly, the help one must put up with these days," she sighed, regaining her poise and placing one hand on her hip. "Why can't the agency send me a man with muscles and brains?"
"Yeah, I think I know what you mean," I commented, running my hand over the soggy spot covering my fat prick. The soaked khakis showed the form of my penis in all its glory- shaft, head, and all.
"It's getting past my lunchtime, handsome, and I'm starved." Violette blinked her thick eyelashes and gestured toward the bed with her thumb. "How about hopping over there and let's see what we have for meat."
I laughed, a little embarrassed, as I walked over and began to pull back the pink flurry cover.
"Honey, don't ever disturb the vicuna!" she warned, sashaying over.
"Oh, excuse me," I said, beginning to unbutton my tight khakis.
"Let me! That's what your mother is here for," she cooed, pushing my T-shirt up to get a better look at my thickly matted hairy chest and tight belly muscles. "My mother always told me to use a washboard the best I could," she went on, running her well-manicured red nails up and down my abdomen.
"Do you like movies, dearie?" she questioned as she took her time unbuttoning my fly, gazing hungrily at the bush of blond hair gradually appearing in the opening.
"I don't mind anything, especially if I'm getting paid for it," I answered, my hands on my hips.
Ignoring my flip answer, she went on patiently pushing the fly wider apart, her fingers running through my soft pubic hair, twisting and yanking sensuously.
I flinched. Oh, swell, don't tell me I've got another Dodie on my hands, I thought, trying not to show my discomfort.
With a satisfied grunt, Violette yanked down hard on my khakis. My half-swollen organ and big balls bounced out freely as the pants fell around my ankles.
"Thank God! My long search for a cock that matches the muscles has ended!" Violette intoned enthusiastically. "I was beginning to think they don't make 'em that way any more," she remarked as she eagerly grabbed hold of my slowly hardening shaft and pulled it out as far as it would stretch.
I gasped. "Thank you, ma'am."
"Intimate friends call me Violette," she said, motioning for me to get on the bed.
Bending down and pulling off my boots, I stepped completely out of the khakis and leaped onto the center of the bed, lying flat on my back, my enormous member swinging freely. I looked toward Violette, expectantly, as I snuggled back into the soft, luxurious spread.
"Before I chew the fat, I want you to see why you were granted this special much-sought-after invitation," she winked, sashaying over behind a curtain and pressing a button. I watched as the window drapes closed automatically, leaving the room in semi-darkness. She pushed another button, and the mirror above the bed parted and revealed a full-sized movie screen.
"Cool!" I laughed like a kid.
She pushed a third button. The mirrors behind parted and I looked back in time to see a projector poke through and immediately turn on, focusing on the screen above me.
"Neat-o!" I exclaimed, folding my muscular arms behind my head and spreading my legs wide apart. I gazed in disbelief as the main title appeared on the screen: "All Starr Productions Corporation proudly prevents A Giant Orgasm, starring Miss Dodie and Mr. Cary, written and directed by Mr. Jason King."
I barely felt the bed yield at the other end as I lay hypnotized by the color film now showing Dodie's grinning visage as she entered the tacky bedroom setting. Somehow, her highly teased hairdo covered every view of my face, though I did get occasional glimpses of my tall, muscular body and one of my hands clutching hers.
I muffled a gasp as Violette's warm, moist mouth swallowed my hardening rod all the way down to the base. Then in reverse, her lips pressed tightly in little bites and moved slowly back upward to the round spongy cockhead. A real pro, I thought to myself as I eagerly awaited a full view of my face in the flickering movie above me. Really annoyed by now, I watched as that damn Dodie moved so deliberately that her bushy head kept my features out of camera range.
I grimaced as I felt Violette run her fingernails down the sides of my hairy thighs. My skin smarted with the pain. Not wanting to take my eyes away from the screen above for one second, I made no complaint. I could just see the outline of my body as Dodie pressed against me, her shapely figure beautifully photographed from the rear. At least I did see my arms around Dodie's rump and my fingers spreading her fleshy cheeks apart and digging hungrily into her pink anus.
I groaned in pleasure as I felt the flat of Violette's tongue snuggle flush against the bottom of my palpitating member, the juices from her sucking mouth sending rapturous thrills up and down my quivering legs. Her hands grasped the wide base and pumped fiercely upward to meet her bobbing head. I squirmed in anguish as her sharp fingernails dug into the sensitive flesh on my slippery tool.
Overhead, Dodie's face continued to hide my features as her cheek rested against mine, her long, sinuous tongue wiggling inside my ear. Even now, I winced as I remembered the sharp pain I had experienced when Dodie viciously jerked my head down between her legs, her hands still filling the screen in Mr. King's zooming close-up. Her shuddering pelvis managed to take all the attention away from my busy tongue, fervently eating away at her delicious pussy and then around to savor the tasty flavors from inside her plump buttocks.
Between my trembling legs, Violette, using both hands, roughly kneaded and caressed my testicles as her hot, slurping tongue moved wildly around and over my throbbing cock, sending flashes of pleasure through my writhing groin. As her mouth completely devoured me, her teeth bit down at the thick base, and she waggled her head from side to side passionately. I moaned in delirious bliss.
Forcing myself to keep watching the movie up above, I managed to catch a glimpse of the lower half of my body jumping up to a standing position, the camera closing in again as my filmed hands feverishly unbuttoned my fly, the enormous hardon springing out with a jolt. Where the hell is my face, I wondered as my screen body leaped up on the bed and Dodie swallowed the pale, pulsing prick all the way down to the bushy hairs on my belly.
Between viewing Dodie's bobbing head up above, and feeling Violette's devouring mouth run over my rigid shaft below, almost intolerable shivers of intense rapture passed from my head clear down to my wiggling toes. With abandon, I automatically tightened, my strong legs in a vicelike grip around Violette's moving head. I pushed at the back of her flowing hair with my hands and forced her farther down into my crotch, turning my body violently from side to side. Her choked gagging and heavy breathing showed I had made a real impression.
"Oh, that's so good!" I exclaimed, looking up at the close-up of my massive cock exploding gobs of white come into Dodie's smiling open lips.
In a mad frenzy of lust, trying to hold back the inevitable hot climax, I struggled to roll over onto my stomach, still gripping Violette's head tightly between my legs. "All the way, all the way!" I ordered, screwing downward avidly and viciously. I felt Violette's nails dig deeper into my behind. "Swallow that joint, honey!" I cried, completely ignoring the film still going on above us, as I pressed my driving stiff prick hard into her gurgling jaws. "Oh, man, yes," I sighed in total bliss.
Oblivious now to everything but the oncoming flood of thick sperm wildly rising through my long, slippery, jabbing pole, I plunged ahead to that last moment of unbearable orgasm. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes tightly as my strong legs stiffened their grasp around Violette's neck. "Come, come, come!" I shouted as spasms of gushing jizz poured freely and abundantly in spectacular spurts, over and over again. The thick come seemed to gush endlessly into Violette's welcoming mouth.
A long time later, I lay still, panting breathlessly as my sex machine sporadically dripped yet another glob of love juice.
Suddenly conscious again of the flash and whir of the projector and screen above me, I opened my eyes, turned my head, and looked up, just in time to see two words-"The End"- projected. Then the machine went off automatically.
"Shit!"
Relaxing the pressure of my legs around Violette's squashed head, I struggled to pull my hands out from under her matted, damp hairdo. To my surprise, a large section of her coiffure came off in my grip. Aghast, I rolled over onto my side and looked down with curiosity at the detached piece of hair. Violette moaned and let go reluctantly as my wet stiffness slid noisily out of her mouth, her lips making one last desperate attempt not to miss even a drop of my still oozing sperm.
Blearily looking up at me, her eyes widened in shock as they focused on the straggly mass of curls I held out for her to see. She grabbed them from me abruptly and used them to wipe her drooling mouth. "Well, dearie, you're the first man I ever lost my head over."
When I realized she wasn't angry, but just cynical about the whole thing, I roared. Not only at her snappy adlib, but also her "sexy vamp of the thirties" face, now almost unrecognizable with her thickly applied makeup and ruby-red lipstick all smeared together into one sticky mess. And on top of that was her own tousled shoulder-length hair, which stuck out comically in every direction.
Suddenly, Violette's eyes went down to something caught between my wet, hairy thighs. Following her glance, I saw two black spiky shapes tangled in my crotch hair. I jumped in mock fright. "Tarantulas!" I yelped jokingly. Violette ignored my humor and nonchalantly but daintily detached her false eyelashes from my wetness.
Christ, what next, you old fossil, I thought, watching in amusement and biting my lips to keep from laughing again.
Then Violette stood up, threw the hair piece and lashes toward the pile of jewelry she had discarded earlier on the carpet, and sashayed over to the drapes. She looked at me and smiled mischievously. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as she pressed more buttons.
I stared goggled-eyed as the mirrors on-the ceiling closed over the silver screen and those behind me shut out the projector. Soft red lights gently filtered in from above and crisscrossed sexily over my athletic form. I laughed with self-satisfaction as I viewed my muscular torso mirrored three ways. I rubbed my anxious privates intently.
With mincing steps, Violette approached the massive bed, one hand on her hip, and feasted her lashless eyes on my stretched-out nudeness. "Okay, lover boy, help your mother doff her duds," she said, gesturing with a toss of her frowsy head.
"Yes, ma'am-I mean, madam-er-Violette," I answered, obediently leaping up, my thickly veined cock swinging freely. Standing behind her as she posed gracefully, I fumbled nervously for the zipper on the back of her wrinkled hostess-pajama top.
"Wow, man, am I lucky Mr. King came the night of my school performance!" I was trying to make conversation, and sound excited and privileged.
"That's part of his job-scouting 'talent,' Violette commented, pulling the pajama top off and tossing it over on the pile with the lashes and hair. Her eyes glanced over at the mirrored reflections and intensely watched every movement I made.
"Oh, yeah?" I replied uncertainly as I now faced a bewildering black corset-type garment from which her heavy shoulders and bust bulged. "Dodie said Mr. King made the best dirty movies in the nudie field and that he was very enthused about the future of my 'talent,'" I went on as I haltingly tried to unhook the complicated girdle.
"That's why I hired Jason King," Violette went on in a businesslike tone, kicking her ostrich slippers into space. "He's one of the most creative directors in the flesh racket. He gives the nudie patrons their money's worth, and he's gotten great notices in the photo reviews for his erotic camerawork in our skin flicks. You wouldn't believe the healthy profit I've raked in from our catalog of good, solid, entertaining sex films." She sighed deeply as she held onto the unhooked long-waisted bra.
"You've raked in?" I replied, befuddled, as I gazed at her white, fleshy back, the soft, flawless surface streaked with the red markings left by the tight lacings of the bra.
"Cary, I am All Starr Productions Corporation!" she proclaimed.
"No kidding?" I exclaimed, feeling for the zipper at the back of her pink pajama pants.
"Honey, that's just one of my many business enterprises," Violette bragged. "It might surprise you to know that there are now over one thousand theaters across the country that take in more than fifty million dollars a year from nudie pictures."
"Fifty million bucks!" I shouted, amazed, as I pulled down on the zipper and was greeted by still more pieces of clothing to take off-a black panty girdle and garters and a pair of hose. "Man, I'm really hipped on how lucky I am to be here with you today, Violette." I tried to sound sincere and impressed.
"You know, I still don't think it's sinking in, kid," Violette remarked, a little irritated, as she stepped out of the pants, observing our actions in the three-way mirrors. "You're it, darling! You're my number one, top-flight male nudie star for All Starr Productions- as far as I'm concerned!" She stood waiting for an impressed reaction. Instead, she got complete silence as I busily tried to roll the clinging girdle down past her plump ass.
She went on anyway. "You haven't really seen A Giant Orgasm yet, but lover, you exuded enough raw animal sex appeal in that flick to prove you're without a doubt one of the top marketable commodities in our business! In fact, I guarantee I can make you the biggest name in the erotic cinema-a real superstar!"
"Hey, that's heavy, man!" I grinned happily as I tugged the twisted clothing off her well-pedicured feet. I groaned silently as I was confronted by still another tiny black bikini-like undergarment yet to be removed.
"Wait'll Dodie hears about this!" I smiled, pulling down on this final flimsy piece of lace. "You know, Violette, that broad is really stacked like a brick shithouse, and can she fuck!"
Violette's body stiffened, and she turned her flushed face to one side, mouthing angrily, "It's a pity, but that cheap little bleached trollop is no longer employed by my organization!"
"Oh," I mumbled, not hiding my disappointment, as I looked over into the mirrors reflecting our mutual nudeness.
Dramatically, Violette threw the corset she had held in front of her to one side, revealing two very large melonlike breasts. They were almost too round and firm-looking, with big pink nipples. I suspected silicone.
Violette turned slowly around to face me, one flabby arm resting on her fat hip and one thick lily-white leg bent slightly. "Forget that nothing nudie starlet, sweetheart. We're a team now! I've been waiting a long time for someone like you. Dodie's type are a dime a dozen, believe me. Don't worry. I'll pick the right fleshy femme actresses to complement your star status."
"Star!" I exclaimed in appreciation. I ran my eyes over her full figure now facing me head-on, from the trembling blue-veined mounds of her bosom down to the widespread triangular silky platinum-blonde patch of her twat.
"After today's audition, I have an exclusive contract waiting to be signed by you that will make you the fastest-rising, highest-paid superstar in any skin-flick operation! Does that make my baby happy?" she cooed, taking hold of my dangling pride and joy and guiding the round cockhead between the warm lips of her box, rubbing it in tantalizing circles into the moist flesh.
I sighed deeply, and, grasping her heavy tits, I moved the fat pink buttons sensuously across the thick growth of blond hair on my chest.
Violette gasped and tried to continue in a matter-of-fact tone. "The critics will undoubtedly hail you as one of the freshest, youngest, and most 'talented' performers in years. I predict a real future in legit and even in the living theater, too," she said teasingly, watching intently as my palpitating, glistening cockhead dipped in and out of her juicy haven.
"Stop it, Violette! I'm tripping out!" I laughed crazily, grabbing the ends of her round nipples, stretching them forward roughly, and massaging the hard buttons with my hands.
She moaned with pleasure, "And you're all mine!" she smiled, still probing and circling her hot box with just the sensitive, tender head of my hardon. I gulped uncontrollably as I stared down at her huge white bosom squashed against my pressing body. Violette turned her face from the mirrors and stuck her long red tongue out toward me suggestively. I leaned forward and swallowed the sinuous piece of flesh to the root, sucking hard and avidly. We both groaned deliriously as we caressed and played with each other's privates.
"Let's make it, huh?" I breathed, moving my hands over her cushioned ass, pulling her closer, my hard cock easily tunneling through her wide passageway.
Violette sighed happily. "Relax, stud. We've got all day," she cooed, looking at our grinding bodies in the mirror and running her fingers up and down my strong arms. "Do anything you want, but don't come!"
"Yeah, let's each do our own thing," I whispered, kissing and gently biting around the edge of her pink ear. Violette clamped her legs down on my slippery prick. I twisted my body from left to right so violently that we trembled against one another, victims of our mounting emotions.
All of a sudden, I heard the bedroom door open. Glancing into the mirror, I saw Millard entering the room. To my surprise, he was completely nude, his over-muscular physique oiled and rippling. He tiptoed toward us, carrying a heavy silver tray holding two crystal goblets, a bottle of champagne in a silver bucket, and a plate filled with finger sandwiches. I looked at Violette questioningly, but she was still entranced, watching her reflection as she continued to pump rhythmically.
My eye caught Millard's fat dick swinging freely in front of him as he held the enormous tray out toward me. He seemed hypnotized by the sight of our joined, driving groins. He went through the motions of serving us, the tray trembled uncertainly in his jittering hands.
"Thank you," Violette smiled, as she reached for a filled goblet and sipped daintily, her movements down below not changing their pace. "I just adore Dom Perignon, don't you?"
"Who's he?" I asked, grabbing the other glass and noisily sipping the ice-cold fizzy stuff.
"'He' is the name of the champagne," Millard smirked, his eyes rolling upward in derision.
"No shit!" I frowned and deliberately plunked the glass back on the tray so hard that a good part of the chilled drink spilled over the edge and down Millard's naked chest. He gasped with surprise, jumped back, and glared at me.
Pretending to not notice, I nonchalantly reached over, picked up several of the little sandwiches, and crammed them into my mouth all at once. "Hmmm, good!" I smacked my lips and licked my fingers off. "Kinda salty, though."
"Yes, beluga caviar is salty!" Millard chimed in.
"Aren't they simply delectable?" Violette cooed. "My chef serves them every day, and always with champagne."
"And how's our meat doing?" I teased, plunging in and out steadily.
"Medium rare," she laughed. Taking one more sip from her glass, she put it back on the tray and draped her heavy arms languidly over my knotty shoulders. Then she turned coquettishly toward the three-way mirrors again and went on with her bumps and grinds.
Millard slowly lowered the heavily loaded tray toward the edge of the bed, so that he could really get a good look at my massive endowment pushing in and out of the silken pussy. Deliberately, I pulled my long, hard, glistening pole from Violette's squeezing pink-ness, so he couldn't miss the open pulsing end of my cockhead drooling with shiny fluid. His eyes widened in disbelief at the palpitating monstrosity, and losing his cool completely, he dropped the tray onto the carpet with a loud crash.
"Ohhh, my foot!" Violette screamed in agony as she yanked her toes from under the edge of the tray. "You dumb bastard! What the hell are you trying to do-kill me?"
"I'm sorry, Violette-honest!" Millard pleaded, bending down and hurriedly gathering up the mess. I could feel his vengeful eyes burning into my naked calves just in front of him as he knelt there, wiping and swabbing the rug.
"You feebleminded musclehead! Do me a favor, huh? Get the shit out of here!" Violette shouted, Hobbling to the edge of the bed, plopping down, and rubbing her sore toes.
Millard finally gathered everything in his beefy arms and flew out of the room on the double, his peter and testicles bobbing in front of him.
"Can you see now what I've been trying to explain to you?" Violette whined unhappily. "Beautiful musclemen I can buy by the bushel, but the combination of brains and being hung -one in a million!"
"That's why I'm here, isn't it?" I smiled. Kneeling down, I picked up the injured foot and gently spread loving kisses all over it.
"Ohhh, lover, I knew you were the dude for me," Violette purred sexily. She lay back on the luxurious vicuna, folded her hands behind her head, and looked up into the ceiling mirror intently.
First, I playfully caressed and kissed the soreness, talking to her as if she were a little injured child. "Poor baby, her teeny footsie got all hurtsy." Then I licked sensually upward over the heavy smooth leg, nipping lightly with my teeth on the inner surface of her tender white thighs. Violette grabbed my hands and pressed them onto the mounds of her full breasts. Inhaling deeply, I pushed my nose into the curly soft blonde triangle that enclosed the musky-scented vagina. Her groin twitched uncontrollably as my darting tongue swirled up and down teasingly on the protruding wet lips.
"Ohhh, you're too good, kid," Violette murmured, spreading her legs wider. "Do your thing, gorgeous."
Greedily, lapping up the mixture of delicious flavors (my cock dribblings and her own juices), I rolled my eyes upward to watch my busy fingers pulling and yanking on her voluptuous orbs. At the same time, Violette's hands rubbed up and down my hairy arms passionately.
Feverishly, I swallowed the hanging hot clitoris and sucked hard and wildly. Violette's hands pushed against the back of my pumping head, and obediently, I jabbed my stiff tongue deeper into her huge, pulsing hole. Violette's gyrating pelvis countered my lusty thrusts automatically. Growling deep in my throat, I plunged into the squirming hotness with gusto and thirstily drank up the abundant tasty moisture.
"Do you like to be rimmed?" I questioned, lifting Violette's trembling legs high into the air so that I faced her round pink asshole.
"Ohhh, do I ever!" she replied, wiggling her fat buttocks expectantly.
"I dig assholes!" I exclaimed, pushing my twirling tongue into the tight entrance. Taking a deep breath, I covered the throbbing canal opening with lavish kisses and sucked far into the interior.
"Sweetheart, you sure know what you're doing," Violette sighed, her hands reaching down and spreading her wobbling cheeks wider apart.
"Thanks," I panted, coming up for air. "I know a good ass when I see one." Filling my lungs with air, I rammed my tongue back into her rosy rectum and penetrated even beyond my previous high-water mark.
Finally, I dropped her quaking legs over my square shoulders, and once again plunging my muscular member in between the heavy lips of her box, I screwed Violette savagely and mercilessly for a long while until my stomach muscles ached. My fiery cannon was ready to blast off. The massive bed shook violently as we bounced up and down on the edge of the mattress. My hairy balls bounced numbly against Violette's battered pelvis, over and over.
Grabbing her wide rear end firmly, I let out a loud grunt as I pulled it forcibly upward, holding her body steady in midair and stabbing into the slushy channel with all my strength. The whole king-sized bed seemed to rock as I noisily twisted, churned, and tunneled deeper into that delicious fleshy pocket. My vibrating tool almost felt numb as the spitting oncoming seed began its upward surge from my scrotum.
Violette gasped in fear as I bent low, then leaped high into the air, and landed on the bed, pulling her body abruptly straight upward so that her knees were locked under my arms around my slim hips. Steadying my hold for a second, I looked at her bosom hanging back into her flushed red face. I drove my colossal slippery organ downward with hammering blows. Violette's contorted face swayed back and forth in a frenzy as my blasting fluid bulleted into her with rocket speed.
"Get it, get it, get it!" I cried in ecstasy as ample globs of thick sperm crammed her gorged passageway. "Yeah, baby, go!" I choked uncontrollably as I burrowed brutally in a delirium of barbarous madness. Completely without restraint, my body rocked back and forth in spasms of lustful pleasure. I gritted my teeth and shook my head violently as the erotic sensations from my spitting lance saturated Violette's flowing twat with mutual sexual gratification.
She purred with happiness as I shakily released her quivering wet legs. We both laughed weakly. I rolled my eyes upward and, in mock exhaustion, sighed deeply and fell onto the damp spread alongside Violette's limp form. We both lay there unmoving, still breathing loudly and heavily.
At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and in walked Millard with Mr. Blowtower. They were both nude, one carrying a bed table and the other, a silver tray loaded with food and drink.
Feeding time at the zoo, I thought, peeking over at Mr. Blowtower's slender figure, boyish and hairless except for the generous bush at his groin. His long, pencil-like dick swayed back and forth with every step he took toward us. His thickly lashed eyes blinked nervously as he gazed with admiration at my plump pride and joy, still drenched with Violette's juices, resting lengthily across one wet thigh. The bulky bed table seemed almost too heavy for his thin, underdeveloped arms. Millard was close behind him, his burly arms straining under the weight of the silver tray stacked with covered serving plates and beer steins. His eyes bulged with disbelief as he took in the sight of Violette's disheveled hair and smudged makeup.
"Why, Mister Blowtower-how groovy!" I laughed as he set the table down beside Violette on the bed. He grimaced when he spotted the stream of gleaming come still trickling down from Violette's cunt.
With his eyes riveted on my wet and steamy crotch, Millard didn't notice that the edge of the silver tray was headed straight for Mr. Blowtower's protruding ass, and, with a loud fleshy thump, he smacked hard into the soft roundness.
Mr. Blowtower let out a surprised shriek, and Millard gasped and nearly dumped the loaded tray onto Violette's sprawled-out carcass. Just in time, the two nude clowns managed to balance the lunch and the tray and, at last, lowered it safely to the top of the table. We all sighed in relief.
"Shades of Laurel and Hardy, can't you two morons do anything right?" Violette moaned in exasperation. Regaining her composure, she turned toward me and asked sweetly, "Do you like Carta Blanca?"
"No kidding-Mexican beer?" I cried out enthusiastically. I was on familiar ground at last. "Ole!" I snapped my fingers above me like castanets.
Mr. Blowtower gave Millard a knowing look as he handed Violette a frosty stein brimming over with the dark brown liquid.
"You're a dear, Homer," Violette said.
"Homer?" I doubled up in laughter. "Homer Blowtower? Oh, wow!"
Homer pretended to ignore my needling, and with great ceremony, he uncovered a plate piled high with bulky stuffed white tortillas.
"Anyone for burritos?" Violette cooed, grabbing a folded tortilla off the plate and hungrily biting off a large mouthful.
"Man, I'm starved," I said, anxiously waiting while Homer took his sweet time walking around the gigantic bed to my side, his eyes meanwhile feasting on the view between my legs. I casually opened them wider for him.
"Our chef flatters himself that he can always serve a dish perfectly suitable to a guest's taste and character," Homer remarked smugly as he shoved a beer and a plate of burritos in my face.
"Tell your hash slinger, Muchas gracias," I sputtered, wolfing huge hunks of the spicy-hot taco, then washing them down with gulps of the icy brew.
Homer backed away, his fastidiousness offended by the enthusiasm of my feeding habits.
"Pig!" he muttered under his breath.
I countered his antagonism with a loud belch! "Sorry about that," I apologized, "but you know in Arabia, that's considered good manners."
"In Arabia, they, fuck sheep, too-slob!" Homer remarked under his breath.
"Okay, you guys, knock off the bullshit and let's get down to business," Violette ordered impatiently. She laid her tousled head back into the welter of pillows, and while she continued munching burritos with cheeks bulging like a chipmunk, those lashless blank eyes kept shifting from one mirror to the other expectantly.
I slowed down chewing my food, fascinated by the sight of Millard and Homer both climbing onto the bed. Millard's muscular nudeness flexed sexily as he lay down on his stomach between Violette's legs, his head centered directly over her widespread groin. I propped myself on my elbows, the better to watch his face as he burrowed deeply into the pink dampness.
At the same instant, I felt Homer's velvety tongue envelop my sleeping cock as he anxiously slid between my extended hairy legs. As his warm lips touched the soft hairs on my belly, the inside of his mouth and tongue pressed and munched gently on my rubbery hose. I relaxed and enjoyed it.
Imitating Violette's nonchalance about the whole scene, I finished off the beer, dropped the stein over the edge of the bed, jammed the last of the burrito into my open mouth, and laid my head back, taking in the mirrored sex orgy intently, I reached over and felt for one of Violette's big protruding nipples. I was enjoying the pleasurable delights of Homer's swirling caressing tongue so much I wanted to flood his throat with my overflowing hot load right then and there!
In the ceiling mirror, I was fascinated as I watched Homer's hand slide across and push under Millard's pelvis. Without changing his bobbing rhythm, as he worked on Violette, Millard twisted his body to one side so that Homer could get a firm grasp on his fat, stiff peter. Homer turned himself sideways too, so that his round fleshy ass faced Millard's oncoming taut shaft. I watched the pleasure-seeking hardon disappear effortlessly between Homer's white curved cheeks. Homer and Millard moved back and forth as one with slow deliberate thrusts.
I glanced down at Homer's moving head excitedly sucking hard and furiously on my long prick. The rapturous thrills ran from the depths of my groin to the very tip of my encircled cockhead.
I turned to Violette with abandon and covered one warm bulging breast with my hot mouth, my tongue titillating the rose-colored rigid nipple. I screwed and dug my fingers into the flesh lustfully. I couldn't seem to get enough mouthfuls of her soft, full, womanly voluptuousness.
Busy feasting on Violette's delicious tits, I barely noticed that Millard had moved from Violette's crotch and was kneeling on the bed beside her, his groin smack in her face. She bent over and, crooning with delight, swallowed his pulsing erection with one gulp. Leaning forward on his arms for support, Millard awkwardly shoved in and out of Violette's smeary drooling lips. Loud sounds of sucking filled the room.
Down below, I felt Homer's mouth pull away. Before I could protest, he had jumped up and turned completely around. Grabbing my throbbing slippery rod, he held it upright as he lowered his chubby white cheeks onto it. I felt my taut pole slide upward through the tight moist tunnel of his rectum, till he hit bottom. He cried out in obvious delight as he spread the spongy hills farther apart, and moved his buttocks up and down rhythmically.
"What a glorious piece of meat!" Homer panted delightedly, grunting more loudly with each new push. "Give it to me, muscles. Rip me apart!"
Violette noticed this new rival for my affections. Pulling away from Millard, she grabbed my face and, with a crushing kiss, thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. It didn't taste like Violette. It tasted like Millard's cock, fleshy and salty, and I didn't dig it! I gagged and pushed her roughly away, gasping for air, and wiped my drooling mouth with my bulky arm.
Violette looked over jealously at Homer's posterior, still rotating happily on my colossal sex machine, and with one well-pedicured foot, she gave him a massive shove! There was a "pop" like a champagne cork leaving a bottle. Homer went flying across the enormous bed, shrieking with disappointment. My shiny thick penis slapped back against my belly with a loud "splat!"
Instantly, Violette took his place. Straddling my hairy form, she slid her furry pussy down my tight belly until it effortlessly slipped into my generous "talent." As she whimpered in total bliss, she enveloped my spread-eagled body, her tremendous soft breasts covering my heavily thatched chest like giant marshmallows. I wrapped my muscular legs around her smooth ones and pumped into her groin, matching blow for blow in erotic gratification.
"Finish me off, babe," I begged, as my cramming monstrosity neared its final moments of pleasure. Violette tightened her legs so that her mushy channel closed more snugly on my swelling hotness. "Let me have it-now!" I panted, as I tried to hold off the inevitable for a few more passionate minutes.
Suddenly, Violette seemed a lot heavier. We both grunted simultaneously, and I opened my eyes to stare with surprise into Millard's sweating face. He had hopped onto Violette's back and with teeth clenched determinedly, was pumping wildly up and down into her fat behind.
"Get the fuck off!" I groaned unhappily, as the double weight almost crushed my palpitating prick.
Ignoring me, Millard whispered to Violette, "Spread those cheeks, Violette-wider, wider!"
"You son of a bitch, didn't you hear what I just said?" I shouted, unable to gather up enough strength to push them both off my squashed torso. "Oh, Christ, no, I'm going to shoot!" I wailed, laughing and crying all at once. I closed my eyes in complete surrender and let my mammoth pillar bullet endless spurts of hot, searing liquid into Violette's fleshy canal. On and on, it seemed to spew, sending spasms of pleasure through my body from head to toe.
While still in the midst of violent orgasm, I felt still another weight added to the tremendous pressure already piled on top of me. Opening my eyes, I saw that Homer had joined the crowd and was pumping with hammering blows into Millard's squirming, muscular ass. "Stop it, for God's sake! I'm dead!" I pleaded weakly, and shut my eyes in exhaustion.
"Keep together, boys, together!" Violette puffed, her sweating bosom still pushing against me as a terrific orgasm overwhelmed her. "Heaven, darling, pure heaven!" Violette breathed.
"I'm coming home, baby-hot and heavy!" Millard cried feverishly, sobbing and whimpering as his flexing body, still sandwiched between Violette and Homer, trembled uncontrollably. "Jesus Christ-too much!" he wailed, his fists beating hard on the damp spread.
"Easy now, baby-because you're going to get it!" Homer promised Millard. His hands clutching wildly at the butler's lumpy shoulders, he pounded with sweaty fury into the reared-up backside. "Oooooooh, I got to give it to you-now!" Homer choked in ecstasy as his shuddering body shook and convulsed uncontrollably. He came in long, throbbing torrents, finishing off with a dramatic whimper that finally faded into silence.
As if in unspoken agreement, Violette, Millard, and Homer tumbled to one side, falling in a tangled hodgepodge, panting and gasping.
I sighed in relief myself, completely wiped out, as if in a drunken stupor. Almost immediately, I slipped into a delicious sleep. Sometime later-I don't know how long-I felt two hands roughly shaking my shoulders. Waking from a deep slumber, I slowly opened my eyes to face Millard. He was once again dressed impeccably in his black chauffeur's uniform.
"Okay, 'giant orgasm,' it's time to split," he grinned, his eyes sweeping over my outstretched body, still damp with perspiration and all the evidence of our orgy.
"Huh?" I blinked, sleepily rubbing my eyes. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around the bedroom. Everybody was gone and the entire place was in its former tidy order. My clothes were piled beside me, along with a thickly brocaded towel. "I guess I must have dozed off," I said sheepishly, grabbing the towel and standing up with difficulty.
"Tell me!" Millard laughed, not taking his eyes off me as I vigorously rubbed away the streaks of wetness from my messy crotch.
I was a little surprised at his relaxed, friendly attitude, so different from before. "Where's Violette?" I asked, handing him the soggy towel.
"After her workout, madam had to hurry off to her beauty farm for a quick rejuvenation treatment. In a day or two, she'll be good as new," he smiled, stepping into the dressing room, the sticky towel held out in front of him as if it were going to bite him.
"I'm the one who should be rejuvenated, for Christ's sake!" I called out, stooping over and picking up my T-shirt. "Didn't she say anything about my... uh... 'talent'?"
"Don't worry, stud-you're in!" Millard answered enviously, as he returned. "The old fool completely tripped out over you! In fact, she left this-quote, with love, unquote." He reached inside his jacket, produced a large white envelope, and handed it to me.
"You're kidding!" I exclaimed, pulling up my tight khakis and carefully arranging my thick cock and hairy balls down inside my right trouser leg.
"You don't know how lucky you are!" Millard shook his head, hypnotized by my whopper of a sex tool that made such an enormous lump in my pants.
Anxiously, I grabbed the envelope out of his hand, ripped the top open, and pulled out several stapled typewritten sheets, both happy and perplexed by all the legal wording.
"Now, by the look of it, that's what I'd call an exclusive superstar contract-benefits and all!" Millard remarked, a little reminiscent. "Take it home, read it carefully. But, before you sign on the dotted line, listen to some healthy advice from a loser-me!"
"Loser?" I echoed him, puzzled, as I bent over and pulled on my boots.
Millard looked around the bedroom suspiciously, and in a conspiratorial tone, whispered, "I could really get roughed up for this! I once had the same opportunity you're now being offered, but I was so crazy for instant stardom that I neglected to really study all the conditions of the contract. So in a way, I really turned the key that locked my own steel trap by signing my life over to the madam."
"'Steel trap'?" I quizzed. "What the hell do you mean by that?" I looked again at the complicated papers.
Millard glanced at his watch. "I'll be off schedule if I don't get you home. Cary, for your own sake, don't-ever cross Violette. I know- I tried once, and she broke me down to this," he sighed, pointing to his uniform dramatically. "Did you know Dodie used to work for Violette here, too?"
"Dodie?" I cried, stepping past him toward the elevator, clutching the contract tightly in one hand.
Millard pushed the intricate wrought-iron sliding door shut and pressed the number one button.
"See what I mean?" He shrugged. "Remember, pal-your own steel trap!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Once again, and really getting annoyed this time, I drove my Volkswagen slowly down the potholed street trying to locate the address I had scribbled during Mr. Oxman's telephone conversation. It gave the new location of our acting school as Eighty-Six Starry-Eyed Way. Impatiently, I ran my eyes over the all too familiar signs one more time.
Near the end of the block, I pulled up in front of the only remaining structure-a vacant building shaped like a giant chili bowl. In fading chipped paint, I could just make out the words "Poncho's Tacoteria" and the numerals "86."
He must be kidding! I thought to myself as I grimaced at the dead weeds surrounding the sun-bleached building, its windows blanked out with black paint. Wanna bet, I answered myself, as I caught sight of a small amateurishly lettered sign which proclaimed: "Movie Star Drama Academy, Mr. Todd Oxman, Star Maker."
Full of curiosity, I hurried up to the door. My appointment with Mr. Oxman was to discuss the details of Violette's "exclusive super-stud contract." As my "legal adviser and manager," he was supposed to check it over, and I was already late. I opened the door and stepped inside.
The sound of many voices greeted me. The noise seemed to be coming from somewhere in the back of the building. I closed the door of the large dimly lit room and looked around. Restaurant chairs and stools were stacked in the center of what had obviously once been the coffee-shop dining room. Tables and booths were pushed against them, and empty display cases were haphazardly arranged behind a long curved counter. The stale odor of ancient chili and grease still hung in the air. At both ends of the counter were passageways leading to the back room. I headed for the hall at the left.
After a few steps, I was suddenly confronted by two figures in a passionate embrace. Even in the dark, I could see their bodies squirming, and their hands eagerly squeezing and pressing one another. Peering closer, I was able to see that they were both wearing skirts! As my eyes got accustomed to the dark, I recognized the two figures-Jodi and Dodie! Wow! I turned back, embarrassed, and headed for the passage at the opposite end of the room.
"Hey, champ!" I heard a voice yell out from the other hallway. It was Mr. Oxman, waving my precious contract in one hand as he approached me.
I glanced back toward the two girls, who had finally spotted me. They frantically tried to adjust their wrinkled clothing and messed-up hairdos and cover up their surprise and embarrassment. I ignored them and walked toward Mr. Oxman nonchalantly.
"Where the hell have you been, superstar?" he bellowed, throwing one arm too warmly around my shoulders, hugging me tight. "So you're already acting the star-late for your own first business appointment."
"Yeah, sorry about that," I apologized, pushing his arm off my back. "I got tied up at the last minute."
"I'll bet," Mr. Oxman winked, looking down between my legs lasciviously. "Who was the lucky broad?"
"Hey, is Violette's contract for real?" I changed the subject.
"Kid, that contract must be one of the most phenomenal arrangements in the entire history of the Erotic Cinema! That old bag has got to be the most brilliant businesswoman I've ever heard of! This document is legal, all right, and she's the one and only major financial beneficiary of this three year investment in your potential box-office "talent!"
"Three years!" I groaned.
"Cary, I don't know if you really understand your position in these negotiations, but Violette La Fleur is a business executive first, and a woman much later-and baby, you're her newest interest!"
"Financially, you mean?" I replied sarcastically.
"Well, Violette obviously thinks you have definite box-office appeal, because this legal paper states in black and white that you are to receive a movie star salary, wage increases annually, top billing in All Starr featurettes, options for outside entertainment outlets, plus all expenses!" Mr. Oxman stared at me waiting for an overwhelming reaction.
"It's going to be an experience, I tell you!" I remarked dryly.
"My boy, with these three years of acting experience and exposure behind you, you'll certainly be ready for the legit theaters, and all these screaming, panting, and drooling youngsters out there will be waiting to see you in color Deluxe 70mm wide screen!" He eyed me excitedly. "So let's be realistic, man. Violette's a clever flesh peddler at heart and realized the power of Kiddie Kontrol, which is so prevalent in this country today. Those brats are the idiots with the bread!"
"Three years," I mumbled unhappily to myself.
"Listen, Prince Charming," Mr. Oxman continued, "I know you're dying to get back there and talk to the kids, but what I've got to say will only take a minute. Old buddy, you've just got to sign this contract right away! I mean, you can't afford to let another day pass-Miss La Fleur might have a change of heart." He laughed nervously. "To tell you the truth, I'm banking on your signature today, because I'm deeply committed already."
"Deeply committed?" I repeated, puzzled.
"Cary, look around you!" He grasped me by the shoulder and gestured proudly with one arm.
"Yeah, I was meaning to ask you about this toilet! What the hell are we doing in-"
"Of course, it doesn't look like much now," Mr. Oxman interrupted, sounding hurt, "but as an actor, can't you visualize this building as the new Movie Star Drama Academy's Theater in the Round?"
I looked at the cluttered, dusty circular room and shrugged.
"I'm sure Miss La Fleur will approve and financially support the plans I've outlined for this project, as long as her special baby is showcased with top billing in every one of our little theater productions."
"Yeah, she's a real patron of the arts," I smirked.
Mr. Oxman slapped me gently on the shoulders, chuckling nervously. He changed the subject. "I'm sure you'll be surprised and happy with another bit of news. I'm putting through a contract for your little friend Dodie to work here in the academy."
"Dodie?" I tried to sound flabbergasted.
"I thought you would like that," he winked like a conspirator. "It was really Mr. King who suggested that she was highly qualified to teach in our projected personal-improvement class and television-commercial workshop. You know, makeup, visual poise and wardrobe, posture and carriage, and acting techniques before the camera."
I laughed uproariously. "Uh-huh, I've seen her credentials."
"Everything's ready to roll as soon as you sign on the dotted line, lad-brochures, a photo call with Mr. King for publicity stills, and on-camera instruction for TV and motion pictures. Then we install complete video and tape recording equipment, et cetera, and the sky's the limit!" he ended grandly and a little out of breath.
"It's so wonderful to be wanted," I remarked.
"I can only repeat, Cary, you know who your friends are." Mr. Oxman smiled broadly, shoving a pen and the contract in my face.
"Hi, muscles!" a loud, shrill voice sounded behind me. It was Dodie. She ran toward me with little mincing steps. "Surprise, surprise!" she gleefully shouted, winking at me as she threw her arms enthusiastically around my neck.
Mr. Oxman looked over at her, unhappy with the interruption.
"What do you know? It's forty-two, twenty-two, thirty-five," I cried, squeezing her familiar shape in a warm embrace. "Like, man, you know, I dig you working here at the school."
"It's really weird how things turn out, huh?" she squealed in delight, her eyes running up and down my body with hungry lust. "Of course, I haven't signed Mr. Oxman's contract yet, but I sure could use the bread after that old fart got me fired at All Starr."
"Yeah, what a bummer!" I sympathized.
"You see, it's all up to you, young fella," Mr. Oxman intoned, beginning to sound plaintive and continuing to shove the paper and pen at me.
Just then, a deep voice interrupted. It was Jodi. "Mr. Oxman, you're wanted on the telephone in the back room."
"Jesus Christ!" Mr. Oxman whined in irritation as he hurried down the hall still holding the pen and the unsigned contract.
"Congratulations, Cary," Jodi said frigidly. "I heard all about your successful 'audition' with her nibs," she smirked. "You know, Sherry still hasn't gotten over hers."
"Yeah, I can imagine what a change it must have been for her," I countered, staring at her accusingly.
Jodi laughed. "Don't eat your heart out, buster. Sherry's straight-and I ought to know!"
"Thank God for small favors," I said.
"Jodi, would you please excuse us for a moment?" Dodie pleaded. "I have something very important to discuss with Cary-before it's too late!"
"Sure, honey," Jodi smiled, patting Dodie's ass affectionately. She turned to me. "You've already auditioned Dodie, stud, so don't keep everybody waiting." Jodi about-faced and walked briskly back down the hallway.
"Dyke!" I muttered disgustedly.
"I've only got a sec, handsome," Dodie said in exasperation, as she dragged me by the arm toward the passageway. "The rest of the crew are way in the back, but there's a place right here where we can talk without anybody hearing us," she went on, leading me down the hall and turning into a pitch-black area behind the backs of the stacked display cases and what looked like a thin wall divider.
"Groovy-nice and dark." I followed approvingly. When we stopped in the darkness, I immediately pushed my hand down into her low-cut blouse, pressing and caressing the bra-less titties.
"You bum!" Dodie flinched, trying desperately to stifle a giggle. "Someone will hear us, dodo!"
"Good! Then we can have a wild sex orgy!" I laughed feeling blindly with my other hand beneath her tight skirt. As usual, she wore no panties, so I eagerly drove my stiff fingers into the moist softness. Dodie recoiled, caught unaware, as I impetuously twisted and probed inside the opening.
"Jeez!" she gasped, trying to go on in a matter-of-fact tone of voice in spite of my frantic actions below. "It's supposed to be a surprise party for you in there, because Todd -I mean, Mr. Oxman-wanted to celebrate the signing of that rotten contract old mother-fucker Violette is baiting you with!"
"No!" I answered melodramatically. "All for my little ole 'talent'?"
"Oh, don't be a smart-assed punk, Cary!" Dodie pleaded, her body squirming as I scraped her clitoris back and forth with the fingers of one hand, while with the other, I kneaded the hard ripe nipples cresting her fleshy white mounds. She stammered on, "I'm just trying to tell it to you like it is, idiot! Once you sign that funkie paper, you'll just be another slave of that dirty old woman's profit and pleasure! Ask Millard if you don't-"
"Feel that nice fat hardon coming on?" I interrupted, pulling my wet hand from between her trembling legs, reaching for one of her hands, and pressing it firmly against the swelling stiffness. "Do you think you can still handle nine inches of steel-hard cock?"
"Okay, so you don't want to rap about what a man-eater that monster really is!" Dodie shrugged, a little irritated but unable to resist my temptations.
"I'm only interested in cockeaters at this point!" I smirked, removing my sweating hand from her quivering breasts.
All of a sudden, Dodie began tearing at the fly buttons bulging over my mammoth erection. Together, we yanked and tugged my immense sex machine through the opening in my fly. At last, Dodie held that taut loaded pole in a tight grip. Kneeling down, she moved her tongue all the way down my lengthy manhood, her nose buried deep in the mass of curly blond hair, her expert sucking filling my body with delightful sensations.
"Oh, wow!" I tried to restrain myself, grabbing the back of her highly teased hairdo with both my hands, shoving her bobbing head down hard onto the generous endowment. "Lay it on me, baby. Suck it good and tight!"
As her hands jacked up and down over the thick veined base, her tongue darted speedily over the sensitive cocktip, titillating my senses down to my quivering toes. I drove my pleasure-giving instrument upward and inward with abandon, filling up her warm, moist mouth and throat.
At that exact moment, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Oxman rushing past in the dim light of the hall, the contract still clutched in his hand. Without interrupting Dodie's intense sex play below, I leaned forward, ready to grab Mr. Oxman on his return. A minute later, as he hurried back, I reached out and clutched his arm roughly, yanking him forcibly into the darkness beside us.
"Oooooh!" he yelped in fright as he struggled to break away from my grip.
"It's only me-Cary!" I reassured him, amused at his panic. "And Dodie."
"You son of a bitch!" he blurted out, then, calming down, he went on, "I mean, my boy, don't ever do that again! My heart, you know."
Just then, Dodie gagged and almost urped as I shoved my entire thick shaft in so far it seemed to hit the back of palate.
"What are you two up to?" Mr. Oxman questioned coyly.
"We're celebrating the future signing of that 'fantastic' contract in our own way, and if you want me to really sign it, you better join the party!" I threatened, pushing Dodie's fevered mouth off my pulsing hotness and turning her toward Mr. Oxman. "Dodie, honey, go get him!"
Mr. Oxman gasped in shock as Dodie unzipped his trousers and went to work.
Without further ado, I felt for Dodie's waist and hoisting her pelvis upward to meet my giant dick, I aimed my straining cannon at the heavenly target tucked underneath Dodie's chunky behind. "What a pussy!" I commented contentedly, driving homeward crazily. The combination of sensations-the darkness, Mr. Oxman's panting, the noisy party in the back room, and Dodie's pulsating pocket-almost sent up my first heavy load of seething seed without further stimulation.
"Oh, you beautiful child," I heard Mr. Ox-man croon. "I'm afraid I shan't be able to take this much longer."
"Don't come already, for Christ's sake," I warned angrily, removing my pulsing hose from the trembling warm haven of Dodie's twat. She whimpered unhappily. Without a word, I grabbed her shivering body, turned her completely around so that her head faced my groin again, and pushed her onto my drooling staff one more time. I sighed in ecstasy as her professional cocksucking know-how took over.
Mr. Oxman let out a sigh of relief.
"If you're ready to come, Oxman, do it in Dodie's hole right now. You can't miss it!" I explained as if he were a schoolboy.
Meanwhile, Dodie's mouth was tightening down as she waggled her head from side to side in a mad frenzy. At the same time, her hands kneaded and caressed my loosely hanging testicles firmly.
"There's nothing like doing it in a cunt after somebody else has already filled it with jizz. It's always so good and squishy!" I bragged.
Mr. Oxman was making noises like an exploding steam engine. "I'm sorry, kids, it's too late. I can't stop this thing! I'm going to have a climax." And without even touching Dodie, poor old Oxman came off, yelping in a high-pitched staccato.
"Come, man, come!" I coaxed, as I strained to join his gratification, and drove wildly and unrestrainably into Dodie's gurgling throat, the moist mouth completely devouring my tearing monstrosity. "Go ahead do it-do it!"
"Dear God, it's too much for me," Oxman moaned, gasping and panting uncontrollably. There was a squirting sound like a Coke bottle being opened and then several wet plops hit the floor. Everything was silent for a minute except for Mr. Oxman's loud breathing.
"Are you all right, Mr. Oxman?" I asked, a little frightened that he might have a heart attack.
"Yes! Oh, yes, yes indeed!" Mr. Oxman answered weakly, still breathing heavily. "You two just go on without me." Finally, he sank to the ground with a thud!
At this exact moment, I saw Jodi pass by down the dimly lit hallway, her arms folded tightly under her huge bosom.
Feeling evil, I pushed Dodie's mouth off my palpitating joint, and lifting her by the shoulders to a standing position, I turned her around till she faced the hallway. As Jodi walked by again, I shoved Dodie straight at her. Dodie shrieked in surprise as she fell into Jodi's arms. Together, they almost stumbled onto the floor.
Trying to keep a straight face, I stepped out of the pitch blackness, grabbed Dodie by the arm, and scolded her in mock severity. "We're not through with you yet!" Jodi's eyes focused unbelievingly on my glistening penis, looming threateningly before her. Pretending to ignore her, I pulled Dodie back into the orgy area.
"Just a minute, buster!" Jodi announced gruffly, grabbing hold of Dodie's other arm and yanking her back. "What do you mean, 'we'?" She squinted into the mysterious dark bypass.
"Didn't you hear? Mr. Oxman and I are 'auditioning' for a new leading lady in my first motion picture under All Starr's banner. You know, Violette likes 'em young and busty!" I lied, glancing down at Jodi's huge bosom. "Whoever the lucky broad might be!" I added temptingly, then began to drag Dodie back in with me.
"Not so fast, stud!" Jodi continued, pulling Dodie back once more. "You mean Mr. Oxman is in there somewhere?" she questioned, her homely face lighting up with surprise. "Well, blondie here has already been tested and discarded, so what about this chick?" She pointed to her own big orbs, still watching my stiff "talent" pulsing regularly.
"You know where we're auditioning," I replied, jerking my thumb toward the dark and dragging poor passive Dodie back into my den of iniquity.
"What do I have to do in there to audition?" Jodi grimaced, following me hesitantly.
"First thing is not to walk on Mr. Oxman," I remarked dryly. "He's flat on his ass, recuperating between rounds."
"Todd-telephone! Todd-come out wherever you are!" a high-pitched voice chirped from the back, and then sounded closer.
Except for Mr. Oxman's heavy wheezing, we didn't make a sound as the girl passed by. It was Sherry! We all sighed a relief as we recognized her, with those voluptuous titties swaying loosely under her flimsy jacket and that long brunette hair flowing gracefully down her back.
"Sherry!" Jodi exclaimed abruptly, stepping suddenly out of our sex den.
Sherry jumped in fright, but when she recognized Jodi, her eyes flashed with anger. "For God's sake! With friends like you, who needs enemies!"
Jodi laughed. "Oxman's in there with Cary and Dodie." She pointed an accusing finger. "What do you want him for?"
Sherry answered nervously. "Oh, because Miss Violette La Fleur's private secretary is waiting on the phone." She was obviously impressed.
"Violette?" Jodi's face lit up. "Listen, sweets, I'll take care of the call, because they're all hung up in there auditioning promising starlets for All Starr's nudie goddess of love!"
"They are?" Sherry drooled, staring inquisitively into our hideout. "Golly, is anybody eligible?"
"Sure! You said you'd do anything to be in the 'glamour and glitter of the movie world.' Well, this is where it's at!" With that, Jodi shoved Sherry into our murky little love-in, then ran down the passageway toward the back.
Sherry let out a startled cry as she stumbled into my lusty hug, and tried to back away as she felt the pressure of my naked hardon.
"Hi, Venus, it's only little me-Cary!" I reassured her, my hands hungrily caressing her shapely young form. "Jodi's not putting you on, pet, the skin-flick adultdom would go out of their minds to see your 'sexciting' lush body projected on the silver screen!"
"No bullshitting, green eyes, you're hearing it straight from the horse's mouth," Dodie interrupted, breaking up our snug hold by deliberately pushing her hands between our squashed bodies. She cupped Sherry's trembling boobs greedily.
I groaned with annoyance as Sherry gasped, perplexed and embarrassed.
"Take it from this superstar," Dodie went on, her fingers busily tearing at the buttons on the front of Sherry's jacket, "with recommendations from both of us to Mr. King and Violette, you'll automatically become the reigning sex symbol of the porno-film industry! Right, muscles?"
"Uh-huh, so don't blow it, gorgeous," I warned in mock seriousness, as I felt in the dark for the zipper to Sherry's pants. "From here, it's clear sailing to skin fame and fortune!"
"How can you help but dig that?" Dodie sounded zealous, meanwhile frantically tearing the jacket off Sherry's unresisting arms. "Just think-your heavenly body rocketed outa orbit to the pinnacle of full-fledged stage-cinema queen!"
"And Violette doesn't hassle with actresses who have any sexual copouts or hangups!" I went on earnestly, yanking down on Sherry's underpants. "Get her warmed up for the screen test, Dodie!" I ordered in a businesslike tone, as I disrobed myself in a frenzy.
"Yes, sir!" Dodie replied dutifully, and went to work.
"Cary!" Sherry pleaded, as Dodie's hungry tongue drove into her tender, unspoiled pussy, licking and lapping wildly.
By now, I was completely naked, and nestled my standing stiffness into the warm, soft cleft of Sherry's quivering buttocks. At the same time, I reached around and caressed her fleshy shivering globes.
"Cary, I haven't done anything since that time..." Sherry tried to explain, her voice wavering with uncertainty.
I brushed my lips across her cheek, and interrupting her confession, glued my mouth on hers, tongue kissing hard and sensuously.
Mr. Oxman's annoying puffing continued as an obbligato to our three-way orgy.
At last, Sherry pulled her mouth from mine, gasping for breath. "What are you two sex fiends doing to me?" she choked, as Dodie went on sucking noisily, and my thick fullness snuggled closer than ever between the moist wobbling cheeks of her ass. I dug my fingers farther into her hot balloon-like mounds.
"That's enough, Dodie! I think she's ready now for the big and important test!" I ordered excitedly, whirling Sherry's languid and willing torso around to face me. Encircling her small waist, I shoved my immense cock directly into the yielding liquid-slick tunnel, steering myself upward in one long, straight thrust! "Oh, honey, together-tighter and tighter!"
Sherry clutched me almost frantically. "That thing's too damn huge for me!" she wailed in pain. "Take it out!"
"Shut up!" I snapped in my usual chivalrous manner. "You wanted to be a movie star, didn't you? Well, this is the way you break into the big time!" I panted, continuing to plow unmercifully through her spreading canal, the throbbing and rapturous sensations completely enveloping my burrowing tool.
Just then, Mr. Oxman came to life. Dodie was making the best of things by going to work on him again. "What? Oh, no, not another time, Dodie! Dear girl, you'll be the death of me yet!"
"What d'ya mean?" Dodie snorted. "Knock off the rap session and just keep it up!" she commanded.
Meanwhile, "back at the ranch," I hoisted Sherry's shivering frame upward with one mighty heave so that her wide-flung hips straddled me. Then I juggled her shuddering pelvis till I felt the hot flesh of her vagina stretching wider to engulf my pleasure-giving prick clear down to its rock-hard base.
"Please stop for a minute!" Sherry sobbed in distress, her legs wound around my behind, her arms hanging listlessly over my sweating shoulders, and her hips bucking against my thrusting sex machine.
"Relax, babe, because we're going to be here a long time with this try-out!" I replied with enjoyment, rocking her bouncing figure back and forth in a mighty bear hug, my hairy chest pressing into her moist round orbs. A flowing stream of overspreading sensual feeling flooded my balls, with an overwhelming urge to shoot my love juice straight into her squeezing target.
"Oh, darling, it's happening again like..." Sherry stammered with each hammering blow from my slippery loaded cannon. "Oh, I love you so much-really I do! Kiss me-now!" she begged, and clenched her arms around my neck.
Her legs were still locked tensely under my straining hold.
"You're a winner, baby!" I sweet-talked, as we crushed our mouths together like two maniacs in a lustful delirium. I made a contented noise in my throat as her body jerked and convulsed. Her contracting muscles seemed to send thrill after thrill up my fiery lance, its soaking erection all ready to spiral doses of gooey semen into her.
"Beautiful, Venus, just beautiful!" I choked into her ear, my pulsating shaft driving easily through the flushing barrel with all my strength and virility. "Go, girl, go!" I shouted crazily.
From below, I could hear Mr. Oxman moaning along with Dodie.
"I'm going to die-I know it!" Mr. Oxman moaned in one long ecstasy.
"Sock it to me, pops! I could bounce on this thing till the cows come home," Dodie rejoiced, as they both came off at once, groaning and gasping like two animals in heat!
Suddenly, there were loud voices from the front of the building. Then we heard a familiar voice bawling with annoyance, "Where the shit are the lights in this joint anyway?"
My God, not Violette! I thought to myself, a little frightened at the thought.
"Mr. Oxman is trying to save on the electricity," I distinctly heard Jodi's low-pitched whisper, "They're here somewhere, Miss La Fleur."
Without warning, the overhead lights went on, brilliantly illuminating our little orgy corner. We were momentarily blinded by the all-encompassing whiteness. As I slowly regained my eyesight, I could make out several figures standing in the passageway. The sound of excited chattering voices drew closer from the back. After a few blinks, my eyes cleared enough to see Violette La Fleur staring furiously into our Sodom and Gomorrah. Beside her, pretending to be shocked, stood Millard, Homer, and Jodi. Behind them, a group of gawking students from the school party in the back room gaped dumb-eyed at our sex lair.
"Hi, Violette, what's new?" I stammered, trying to sound nonchalant, as I took in her silvery blonde hair piled stiff and high with curls, her gaudy jewelry sparkling in the bright light and her body wrapped richly in a full-length chinchilla coat. She was really dressed up for our party!
"This is certainly an unexpected pleasure, Miss La Fleur," Mr. Oxman whined lamely as he struggled to push Dodie off his sprawled-out form.
"Violette La Fleur!" Sherry exclaimed in awe as she unraveled herself from my strong grip. There was a powerful "popping" sound as my slippery cock sprung loose from Sherry's drooling twat.
Everyone gasped in astonishment at the sight of my glistening monstrosity, palpitating in midair.
"Good God, you asshole idiot!" Violette screamed at Mr. Oxman. "This is a helluva note! Using my 'crown prince of the nudies' for your personal classroom instruction."
"They were just auditioning me for your nudie goddess of love," Sherry explained, ill-at-ease, as she hastily tried to pull her clothes back on under the penetrating glances of her fellow classmates, making sure that Violette first got a good look at her youthful nakedness.
"I wonder where I dropped my note pad. This coaching of beginners sure takes a lot out of one," Dodie explained unconvincingly, as she stood up, pulling her miniskirt lower, trying unsuccessfully to cover the streaks of come running down from her damp patch.
"I thought we got rid of Jell-0 brains," Violette interrupted. She spoke directly to Homer, looking coldly through Dodie as if she didn't exist.
"I'll make a special notation to speak to Mr. King," Homer answered prissily.
"I want you to know you're definitely on my shit list, Oxman," Violette roared, pointing one heavily bracelet arm at him. "How bizarre can you get?"
"Nasty old man!" Homer simpered, watching Mr. Oxman frantically trying to zip up his messy fly.
"Just hand me the signed contract and I'll forget about this miserable incident," Violette continued, still raging.
"The contract! Oh, my goodness!" Mr. Oxman shouted in fear as he looked around the room desperately. "I had it right here in my hand, when..." He stopped short, felt between, his legs, and finally produced several wet, crumpled sheets of paper, the printed matter smeared and blurred with blotches of white, stringy jizz.
Everyone gasped, horrified, then turned in unison toward Violette.
"Out of here! Everybody clear out of this joint!" Violette shrieked, her bejeweled arms waving wildly and her heavily lashed eyes fluttering in anger. "Homer, you and Millard see that Cary and I aren't disturbed until I open the front door."
"Yes, madam," Homer answered obediently, and joined Millard in shoving everyone toward the door.
"You blabbermouth!" Sherry turned on Jodi as they marched away. "Now you've ruined everything for Cary-"
"Shit heel is the word for Jodi!" I called after them, as they vanished from sight.
"And I thought we were going to be such good friends, Jodi. You female Benedict Arnold!" I could hear Dodie saying disgustedly as she disappeared down the passageway.
"Don't get pissed off at me, honey," Jodi answered defiantly. "Violette asked me to keep my eye on that All American schmuck..."
The door slammed, and Violette and I were alone, facing each other silently. Her mascaraed eyes blinked nervously, then narrowed with lust as they focused on my shiny monumental "talent."
"Why do you insist on getting involved with those mickeymouse chicks, darling, when you have me?" Violette cooed in a syrupy tone of voice, slowly letting her fur coat drop to the floor, revealing her full-length, form-fitting white satin dress. "You're the only one who treats me like this, you know that?" she whimpered, removing her sparkling diamond necklace, bracelets, and earrings, one by one. "My knockers are riper than those babies any day!" she bragged, unzipping the back of her dress.
I watched her without moving.
"Oh, I get it," she went on, by now a little annoyed at my silence, kicking her pumps to the side and letting her dress drip to the ground. "You want more goodies in your contract," she laughed, unfastening her huge bra, her tremendous siliconed tits bouncing voluptuously up and down. "You don't realize it, stud, but I've already got too much invested in our future, and I'm no fool. Being around me is a full-time job, I know," she winked, licking her lips, as her eyes feasted on the sight of my throbbing, fleshy piece of meat. Finally, pushing down her panties, Violette sidled over, her hips swaying sexily.
I gulped as I felt my eyes riveting on the thick, furry mound between her heavy legs.
"Why don't you say something, sweetheart?" Violette asked as she stood behind me, rubbing the soft fluffy hairs of her groin against my rump. She pressed her two enormous bare breasts against my back, and, reaching around with one hand, began jacking off my upright joint.
I bit my lip, forcing myself not to utter a sound of satisfaction as her pistonlike action spread a tingling sensation through my crotch.
"I just might marry you and keep you full time, plus save myself a lot of dough, too," she laughed nervously, her other hand squeezing my bulky shoulder tightly. "Who knows, I might even throw in a little bonus here and there," she kidded.
Still, I kept my mouth shut and tried not to show the tantalizing thrills that were passing from her jerking hand through my body. Then, as she leaned flat against my back, she pumped roughly up and down on my massive hotness with both hands.
Violette sighed petulantly. "What does my big beautiful creature want anyway.-besides that contract-to make it legal?" she questioned coquettishly. Her hands left my pride and joy, as she ran her fingers eagerly over my thickly matted chest.
"A brand-new sports car, my own credit cards for clothes, food, and gas, and ten grand in cash!" I finally answered coldly.
I could feel Violette's long nails digging into my flesh, betraying her shock. Then she relaxed and shrugged. "Like I said, brains, muscles, and being hung, too, is a real rarity."
"Business is business, baby." I tried to sound hard and swung around to face her, my colossal hardon waving temptingly. "I'm only in this rat race for the money and fame, so I've got what you want and you've got what I need. Now let's make a deal-not sign a contract- and we'll shake on it." I extended my hand toward her.
"I'd rather 'lay' on it," Violette winked, licking her lips as she took in that taut shiny pillar, one hand resting on her swelling hip.
I laughed as I walked over to the coat she had dropped to the floor, spread it out fully with the expensive chinchilla side facing up, and motioned for Violette to lie down. "Pleasure before business, I always say."
"Does this mean I can't wear white at our wedding?" Violette wisecracked, tiptoeing over happily. Sprawling on her back, her arms folded behind her head, her legs spread wide, she eyed me expectantly, waiting for my attack.
"Here's to a successful and profitable union," I remarked like a businessman completing a deal. I grabbed her ankles, lifting her feet high into the air, and pushed her knees back until they bent and rested over her huge bosoms. Violette let out a loud grunt, her face contorted and flushed beet red. Leaning over her upraised buttocks, I gazed directly into her exposed pubic mound. The soft pink-lipped flesh of her vagina seemed to open in anticipation.
"You're really original, I'll say that for you," Violette panted, trying to ignore the discomfort of her position. Her knees were now resting beyond her shoulders.
I laughed under my breath, as I dipped my probing tongue into the long warm slit, the wiry platinum hairs tickling the edge of my moving wetness. Violette sighed with contentment as my lips gently nibbled and pulled on her rubbery extended clitoris. Spreading her crevice wider with my fingers, I tongued deeper into the pulsing dampness, sweeping around the walls and into the flexing tunnel.
"You're sending me right up to the ceiling, kid," Violette puffed distraughtly.
Reaching down with my hands under her waist, I heaved her entire body upward so that her legs straddled my shoulders. Violette groaned with the effort, as she was forced to hold her whole torso up with the weight of her carcass resting entirely on her elbows. Her crotch was sandwiched into my face as I ate her furry pussy with gusto, my nose breathing deeply of the hairy bush covering her snatch.
Later, I switched signals, and grabbing her spongy fanny, I raised it still higher into the air until her rosy rectum faced my open mouth.
"Do you like to be fucked in the ass?" I asked. Not waiting for an answer, I lapped greedily into her tight but yielding, hair-encircled asshole with a clean sweep of my searing tongue. "I'm blowing my mind out over your body!" I gasped as I came up for air.
Then I let her rear slide down until her moist palpitating anus met the tip of my round bulbous cocktip. For just an instant, we touched. Electricity seemed to spark between us.
"Don't stop now, you adorable peach!" Violette murmured amorously, wiggling her soft buns, begging for my stiff entry.
Without further persuasion, I launched my enormous peter solidly in a plunging breakthrough. Violette's tight slackness was torn wide-open by my ruthless thrust. She shrieked in pain and surprise as I drove viciously homeward! All the way to the very bottom of her violated guts!
I yelled in glee, and at the same time, rammed several fingers down into her open cunt. Barbarously, I twisted and churned my hand inside the moist twat, while pumping with abandon into her chunky behind, my loose-hanging testicles hitting her posterior with soft thuds.
"You're driving me out of my frigging mind!" Violette cried crazily, her trembling arms folded over her head. "You're like some kind of wild animal!"
"You're so damn tight down there, I'm ready to explode!" I growled, withdrawing my throbbing pole from her abused anus, the heightened sensation almost discharging my precious love juice. Then, I pulled back and fell forward with all my weight over her doubled-up body. Her legs squashed between the two of us, my massive rod easily pushing back into her widespread damp patch. I resumed pounding away in a kind of savage fury.
Violette sank her long fingernails into my perspiring neck and crushed her avid mouth to mine with animal passion. I reached down with my hands, gripped her velvety rear end, and twisted my pelvis against her shuddering buttocks like a mad dog in heat. In a final burst of mounting pleasure, I dug my toes into the soft fur coat for leverage as I ground into her with all my strength in a slow, languorous rhythm, the rising urge to shoot my seething cargo only minutes away.
Once again, and just in time, I pulled my still loaded cannon from Violette's steamy hotness, and swinging my body completely around hers, I knelt over her head, my pulsing sex machine just inches from her gaping mouth. Violette couldn't help crying out in disappointment as her trembling legs fell back limp onto the chinchilla coat, but she didn't waste a second missing out on her new opportunity. Her lips swallowed my lengthy hard shaft all the way to the base in one massive gulp.
Falling over her sprawled-out torso, my head landed in her thickly matted pussy. I dove into her glistening vagina, tonguing through the soft folds and under the hair-covered lips of her warm slickness. Stroke for stroke, we ate heartily of each other's privates, savoring the delicious juices with lustful relish.
In minutes, our sighs became rapturous groans, our bobbing movements became more violent, and then both our bodies grew rigid and tense. We both reached our long-delayed climax at the same instant. I pushed my thrusting hose with one final heave into Violette's gagging throat, as her pumping groin shoved upward in one final gesture of sensual submission.
Freely and enormously, we spewed out endless streams of creamy fluid into each other's mouths. Downward and on and on, I seemed to ejaculate convulsively into Violette's welcoming warm mouth. The gushing come from her spurting cavern seemed as if it would never cease, as her orgasmic flow ran down my chin and over her shuddering crotch.
Much later, scarcely able to lift myself, I fell off Violette's steamy body onto the torn and pummeled fur wrap, in a heavy stupor. We both lay still, panting and moaning, gasping for breath. I was completely drained, unable to move a muscle.
But I could still think, and my mind was in a whirl. I felt that at last a kind of contract between us had been officially signed, sealed, and delivered. Not written out maybe, but as real as the weight and length of my cock in Violette's cunt. I knew now that she'd do anything for me!
But in the triumph of the moment, I forgot all the warnings, forgot that any contract between me and Violette La Fleur would inevitably end up as my "own steel trap."
CHAPTER SIX
Sprawled out in the depths of an oversized black leather couch, a batch of girlie magazines scattered about me, I sat brooding, hardly hearing the blasting rock music that pounded out of the gigantic hi-fi phonograph (an expensive stereo, color TV, and tape recorder combination). I gazed in lackluster fashion around the luxuriously furnished playroom: the polished mahogany curved bar and soda fountain; championship-sized billiard and Ping-Pong tables; refrigerator and electric range; a genuine juke box; a large projection area seating fifty, complete with vanishing projector and screen.
I smiled ruefully to myself, thinking about how Oxman and the kids from school would feel if they could see their only genuine graduate "superstar" in reality: married to the "one and only" Miss Violette La Fleur (a well-preserved, but violently jealous old bag); an overnight sensation featured in the entire release of All Starr's costly nudie productions (my "talent" was bringing Violette more profitable deals than ever before, so much so, that no one was allowed to see or talk to her "exhausted" moneymaker); living (imprisoned) in "her" baronial hilltop mansion (alone, except for Violette's trusty spies, Millard and Homer, both enviously waiting for my career to collapse through overexposure of my expensive carcass).
Bored and tired of playing with my now famous piece of meat, I was ready and ripe to dump Violette and the whole pornie industry for one fresh, juicy young piece of ass-like Dodie or Sherry!
My broodings were interrupted by a loud commotion in the entrance hall. It drew closer; then the door opened, and Violette rushed in, followed as usual by Homer and Millard.
"Oh, my beautiful baby!" Violette ran over, throwing her arms around me with exaggerated affection, making with little love pecks all over my face. Homer and Millard glanced at each other knowingly. "Has my big, handsome loverboy been horny for his new bride all this time?" she asked coquettishly, unpinning a large ivory felt picture hat from her platinum-blonde hair.
"Where the hell have you been anyway?" I asked brusquely. "What do you think I am-some kind of a dog that sits around waiting till you decide to come home?"
"My poor gorgeous man of the house! He misses his sweet mommie so much," she cooed with phony sympathy, meanwhile carefully checking her overmade-up face in the mirror from her small jeweled handbag. "Please don't talk that way, darling. I'm working my precious ass off for both of us, and I've got to make all that extra dough while you're still hot!"
"I'm hot, all right," I exclaimed, rubbing my crotch. "I could fuck a duck!"
"We've got some terrific news to tell you, Mr. La Fleur-uh, I mean, Cary," Homer interrupted, ignoring my horniness and smiling sarcastically.
"Sweetheart, listen to this," Violette exclaimed. "We just came from a preview of your last two flicks-The Long Creamy Trail and Tall, Blonde, and Hung-and they were masterpieces!"
"I hate to admit it, but they are brilliant enough to win the coveted Erotica Grand Prize this year at Oslo," Homer remarked condescendingly, glancing down at the big swell in my jeans.
Violette turned to Homer and corrected him in a businesslike tone. "With my husband's first-rate performance and Mr. King's lushly mounted production, I don't know why we can't walk off with Best Actor and Best Director, too!" she laughed crazily, rubbing her jeweled hands together till they jingled.
"What the shit are you two drooling about?" I asked, a little irritated since I wasn't even involved in their two-way conversation.
"The International Erotica Film Festival held every year in Norway, of course," Homer replied abruptly, annoyed at my interruption.
"Lover," Violette sighed, speaking slowly like a mother to a child, "it's the modern pornie-cinema event of the year, held in true international style, in a giant pavilion the size of a football field. It's attended by every skin-flick maker, film buff, foreign director, and scads of buyers and sellers scouting talent for their individual banners." Violette looked off into space, smiling dreamily. She could already see us accepting the multiple awards.
"It's really a 'tres ultra' atmosphere, Cary," Homer went on, turning toward me for a minute. "You know, the international jet set, black-tie-and-limousine crowd." He turned back to Violette and began discussing business again. "Are we going to have an unlisted phone number this time, madam? I do detest those sordid offers of bribes, all that lobbying and back-stabbing just in hopes of getting your official vote."
"Yes, it is a bore," Violette answered dramatically. "Of course, reviewing five hundred nude films in two weeks is rather exhausting."
"Five hundred dirty pictures?" I exclaimed, scratching my lengthy bulge in excitement.
"Yes, it is a revolting number, isn't it?" Homer grinned, glancing down at my moving hand. "I get so sick of it all, I could just puke!"
"That's why I insist that you not see a single soul and simply rest to conserve your precious energies for a big awards ceremony, sexpot," Violette drooled, kissing me on the forehead.
"Well, pet, I've got to buzz off in our helicopter to my beauty farm. I've invited five of the lady jurors on the Film Festival Selection Committee to be my guests-a producer, director, playwright, film critic, and press agent. Honey, we've got a lot of competition from all over the world, so you see, I've a lot of wheeling and dealing to do at my goodwill center. Talk to you later, loverboy," Violette said as she gave me a hasty open-mouthed kiss.
"Is Jo-d-i meeting you there or what?" Homer enunciated loudly, making sure that I heard correctly.
"Jodi?" I exploded with hatred. "What's that throat-cutting bulldyke got to do with us?"
"Sweetness," Violette explained patiently, "Homer needs an assistant now that all our multimillion-dollar deals are coming to a head at the same time. Besides, I can't drag Homer around an exclusive woman's beauty farm, for Christ's sake!"
"Why not? They wouldn't have anything to worry about," I remarked cattily.
Homer looked over coldly, raised one eyebrow, and pursed his lips. "Shall I ask LeRoy to come in now?" he asked Violette in a poisonous undertone.
"LeRoy?" I questioned, puzzled.
"Oh, haven't you met LeRoy yet?" Homer asked in mock surprise. "Didn't you know Violette has only one living relative? He's the closest thing to her heart-next to you, of course-and he's her twin."
"Twin?" I shouted, flabbergasted.: "That's right," Violette chimed in sweetly. "Yes, beloved, I've got a wonderful surprise for you. Your loneliness hurts me so much that I've brought you some new company-my very own twin brother-the one most dearest thing God left me in this cruel world of dog eat dog." She sighed dramatically. "We're late now, doll. Homer and I must dash, so Millard will introduce you two. I'll call you on the hour every hour," she smiled as she blew kisses on her way out. Homer scuttled out close behind her.
"But Violette, what about..." I called too late. They disappeared through the door.
Millard looked at me and smiled mischievously. "I'll send in your playmate, sir." He started for the door, then stopped short, turned, and for just an instant, sounded completely sincere. "Oh, by the way, pal, for your information, LeRoy could be your key out of this prison!" Then he closed the door, and I was left alone-waiting.
Almost immediately, I heard a shrill high-pitched voice in the hallway. "Where's it at? Where's my big surprise box?" Startled by the aggressive sound, I stood up to receive my "beloved" new brother-in-law. The door flew open and in stepped LeRoy!
I stared, fascinated at how much he looked like Violette, complete with platinum white hair pulled up into a smooth, stiff, and shiny coiffure. His popping eyes, bulging from a heavy jowly baby pink face, gazed lustfully down at my protruding fly. I tried to keep a straight face and not laugh at his plump figure squeezed grotesquely into a gaudy mod ensemble. His wrists and hands were bejewelled and glittering, his shoes glistening patent leather pumps. The odor of cheap cologne surrounded him.
"At last, the gods have touched me," LeRoy swooned happily, as he dashed toward me, his well-manicured hands reaching shamelessly for their predestined target-my prize package! I gasped in spite of myself as his head rammed with a thud into my stomach. His fingers began busily tearing away at the buttons on my fly. Caught offguard, I fell backward, almost plunging over the top of the couch.
"You old bastard! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled, more startled than angry, as I strained to recover my balance on the tilting sofa.
Ignoring my protest, LeRoy frantically ripped open the last buttonhole, desperately pulling and yanking my dangling penis toward his seeking lips.
"I said, let go-you fuck'n creep!" I ordered, getting really annoyed, holding on to the back of the divan to keep it upright. At the same time with my other free hand, I pounded hard on LeRoy's burrowing head.
Inevitably, the sofa keeled over backward, throwing both of us onto the floor in a heap. My butt had hardly hit bottom before LeRoy's grasping mouth was swallowing my fleshy prick all the way to its thick base, his nose smashing into the hairiness on my belly. The smooth, warm feeling of his moving tongue sent sensuous feelings through my horny shaft.
"Get off, goat head! Didn't you hear me?" I yelled, acting very angry, grabbing his sticky lacquered hairdo with my fists and pulling upward with all my strength.
LeRoy released his sucking hold, and looked up quizzically. "You're hurting me, you big turd!" he whined unhappily. "You better behave yourself, muttonhead, or I'll let my big sister hear about this." Then he grabbed my rigid hardon, and went back to work with gusto.
Really mad now, I raised my two hands and brought them down hard against LeRoy's big pink ears, the palms making a "popping" sound. LeRoy suddenly became very still. He was in obvious pain. And then without warning, he bit down hard on my erect cock still in his mouth. I screamed in agony.
LeRoy pulled away and scrambled backward on his hands and knees, terrified, as he held his ears protectively with his pale soft hands. "You'll pay for that, you oversized numbskull. I guess you still don't realize you're our property now, and you must service us both any time we need it!" he sniveled.
"We'll see about that, you nelly faggot!" I sneered, getting up, and, in spite of the pain in my groin, hobbling over to the telephone. "I'll just call my dear wife and find out what this shit is all about anyway." As I reached for the receiver, I felt the impact of a hard solid object strike against the side of my head and bounce onto the floor. I grabbed my temple, stunned, as I watched the cue ball from the pool table bounce and roll away. I couldn't believe it, but I could see a trickle of blood running down my fingers.
"You better behave yourself, now, young fella, or I'll have to rough you up and throw you out like Dodie," LeRoy threatened, making nervous gestures as he backed up toward the door. "You're only merchandise-a piece of meat for sale-and don't forget it!"
"Why, you perverted fat slob, who in the hell do you think you're talking to-some idiot?" I rushed at him, reaching out for his throat. LeRoy yelped in panic as he reached for the doorknob. I pushed his body against the door, and he slammed into it with a loud crash, his head cracking the paneling and his false teeth popping out of his mouth onto the floor. LeRoy groaned in fright and pain, as I turned the key in the lock and hid it securely in the pocket of my jeans.
As LeRoy looked for some other way to escape, I grabbed him by the back of his sequined jacket, twirled him around, and forced him to drop to his knees between my outspread legs. "You want to eat some joint- well, here's what you've been waiting for. All nine inches, too!" I snarled, pushing his head down onto my rigid "talent" and pumping in and out of his toothless raw gums in savage lust. LeRoy tried to shove me away as I continued to drive my pleasure-giving staff farther and deeper into his slobbering mouth.
After a couple of minutes, I pulled my pole out. LeRoy gasped for air as his delicate hands clasped his throat. Grabbing the seat of his flimsy trousers, I ripped the material and lifted LeRoy straight up from the ground. As his slacks tore wide open, his white chunky ass was exposed through the opening.
"So you want to have sex with me, eh?" I smirked, clutching the back of his jacket and forcibly dragging him across the room to the Ping-Pong table. Holding the back of his coat, and reaching with my other hand underneath his round buttocks, I lifted LeRoy up into the air and tossed him across the top of the table like a sack, his head crashing through the thin net that spanned the center of the table. "Let's start with a little ass," I said wickedly as I hopped onto the top between his legs. Falling down over his backside, I plunged my glistening penis with a bull's-eye shot straight into his tight anal passage. The pressing walls of his throbbing canal sent thrills through my thrusting hotness.
LeRoy let out a yelp as I pile drived barbarously into his tiny opening, my belly hitting his backside fiercely. He groaned continuously as I pounded, rocked from side to side, and pushed crazily inward till I felt the very bottom of his being.
Suddenly, the violent motion from my gyrating body sent the flimsy Ping-Pong table swaying from side to side, till it careened over and fell to the floor in one loud crash! LeRoy screamed in fright as the full weight of my muscular carcass landed on his back, my enormous peter almost splitting his plump cheeks in two.
I was begging to laugh at the insanity of it all when I felt a firm hand grasp the top of my thick blond hair ruthlessly and yank my head back. Then my right arm was pulled behind me and shoved back and up till I gasped in excruciating pain. Moaning, I barely managed to look around to see who my attacker was. It was Millard! He must have had another key.
LeRoy laughed with relief as he saw Millard, then wrestled himself free from my soaking monstrosity. My slippery cockhead, shiny and pink, felt still throbbing from his drooling asshole.
"Bring him over here!" LeRoy ordered through his toothless gums, rubbing his sore rump, picking up his lost choppers, and heading for the billiard table. "We could have made beautiful music together, stud, but you're just as stubborn as Dodie, I see," he mumbled, putting his false teeth back into his puckered mouth.
Unable to get loose from his determined grip, I knew Millard meant business. He dragged me across to the green-topped table and bent me forcibly over the edge, until my head hit the tabletop. A sharp pain shot right through one eyeball.
"Wait'll my dear sister hears that her degenerate groom tried to rape her sweet, innocent baby brother," LeRoy remarked slyly. Then, turning to Millard, his voice became steely. "I want your belt," he exclaimed, as he unfastened it from the young chauffeur's uniform. I groaned in agony, as Millard tightened his grip on the arm he held behind my back, not knowing what was to follow. LeRoy began yanking my jeans down my hairy thighs. As he struggled to pull them over my loafers, I kicked out blindly into midair and accidentally hit LeRoy in the head.
"Ooooooh, you dirty tramp!" LeRoy gasped.
"Now you've done it! You've really fucked yourself, and screwed up your future for good this time!" Millard grimaced as the hand holding my hair banged my head up and down ruthlessly on the board. My one eyeball seemed to be swelling up bigger than ever.
"Hold that hustler steady!" LeRoy commanded madly. I braced myself for the unknown. "I could have you put away forever for this outrageous act of sexual perversion, but I think I'll just give you something to remember me by, first!" With that, I heard a "swish" in the air and the hard lash of the stinging leather belt wrapped around my buttocks, the tip of it swinging around and biting into my still rigid rod. I almost fainted with the pain of the unaccustomed sensation against my bare skin, but LeRoy kept strapping me wildly, as if he'd gone crazy. He went on and on, laughing hysterically to himself.
At last he stopped, and I lay still, the stinging pain from the belt strokes competing with the pain from Millard's grip pushing my arm against my back. I couldn't believe what was happening, as my mind wanted to black out everything. Then I felt fingers spreading my behind, and one long finger pushing ruthlessly into the dry contracted opening of my anus. I choked as the pain arrowed throughout my posterior. Millard pushed his arm against my back even harder, and I braced myself for what I knew was coming.
"Now, how about a little fuck from me?" I heard LeRoy whisper, giggling, as he thrust his little prick, dripping with a glob of his own saliva, into my asshole, jabbing in and out frantically, his soft, moist hands moving up and down my lean hips. I sobbed in chagrin at the thought that this pudgy old queen was the first one to pierce my virgin hole. I writhed and squirmed, trying to get away from the hurt of his solid, round organ pumping unrestrainedly up my rear with unbelievable zest.
"Oooooh, what a tight one," LeRoy moaned deliriously. "I could come right now, but I think I'll save it for your mouth." With that, LeRoy withdrew his dick abruptly. The throbbing pain of his forced entry still smarted inside.
"Can I get my nuts off too, boss?" Millard pleaded excitedly. "I'd like to be in on the end of this 'success story.'"
"Be my guest, and let it all hang out!" LeRoy proclaimed in glee, unzipping Millard's trousers for him and pulling out the stiffness. "I want to see his expensive ass bleed before we're through with him," LaRoy laughed, diving underneath the billiard table. "You go ahead, because I want to finish off this All-American red-blooded living dildo." Without further ado, LeRoy swallowed my still aching colossal pillar, his hands screwing and twisting the round thick base roughly.
At the same time, Millard pushed his fat member lustfully into my just ravished tunnel, his half-nelson hold still in full force on the numb arm behind my back. His impatient instrument, much bigger than LeRoy's, forced its way through my protesting passage. I shut my eyes, half dazed, as a combination of pain and pleasure swept throughout my quivering body. I could visualize Millard gleefully humping me with mighty upward thrusts, while down between my legs, LeRoy's greedy lips worked back and forth, his tongue lashing wildly around, until the pressure from Millard's driving cocktip sparked an unbelievable flow of pain and ecstasy from my head to my toes.
"God, what a delicious one," Millard sighed in a delirium of passion, as he finally let go of my head and twisted arm, concentrating completely on gratifying himself with his utterly abandoned pounding of my ravished buttocks. "This is too good to be true-beautiful!"
Slowly, and in agony, I let my numb arm slide down, the flow of blood finally beginning to bring it back into tingling life. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes to shut out the whole crazy experience.
Gritting my teeth, I braced myself against the edge of the table, and with all my strength, I knee jerked upward into LeRoy's bobbing head! After one long groan, he collapsed. I could feel his warm moist mouth slowly slipping off my palpitating cockhead.
Millard stopped plowing into my shuddering rump when he heard LeRoy's outcry. Apprehensive of the silence that followed, he pulled away from my violated bottom and crawled underneath the game table to check up on his master. "Sir, are you all right?" he asked anxiously.
Free from the painful front and rear ravishment, I noticed that Millard was completely absorbed down below. Now was my chance, so I grabbed my trousers and made a dash for the doorway, digging into the jeans pocket, pulling out the key, and locking the door behind me.
Half nude, I raced down the hallway toward the master bedroom, my massive pride and joy and heavy balls swinging freely before me.
I knew I had only a few minutes of freedom to get my Jaguar ignition keys and, most important, the ten grand Violette had given me as a wedding present. I had stashed it underneath one of her biggest gold trophies, in a fat wad of bills.
Dashing through the bedroom door, I grabbed the trophy from a cluttered table and untaped the roll of bills from the underside. Clutching the haul tightly in one hand, I threw the cup aside onto the thick white carpeting.
"Oh, shit, where'd you come from?" I heard a deep female voice exclaim in disappointment behind me. It was Jodi! I stood frozen, trying to hide the money from her scrutiny. "For heaven's sake, don't you ever put on any clothes?" she complained as she walked toward me. "Listen, I forgot whether Violette told me to meet her here or at the helicopter port, so..." Just then, she gasped as her eyes focused on my swollen eyeball and the bleeding gash on my head. Next, she took in the roll of greenbacks I was clutching guiltily. Her eyes finally rested on my dangling, thickly veined monstrosity.
"What happened to you, buster? Boy, what a lot of dough. I thought LeRoy was-LeRoy!" Jodi's face lit up as she put two and two together. She looked a little frightened now as she started backing away from me toward the doorway.
"Where do you think you're going?" I snarled threateningly, as I ran around her, blocking her exit by slamming the door, locking it, then dropping the key into the jeans I held in my hand. "Just be a nice girl now and march over to the bathroom. I need you out of the way for a couple of sees," I ordered with a no-monkey-business tone of voice. "I haven't any time for questions, so get moving!"
"If you've done something to harm LeRoy, I don't blame you for not wanting to hassle with Violette in person!" Jodi shook her head defiantly and sauntered toward the powder room.
Following close behind her, I was completely taken by surprise when she whirled around and, with one doubled-up fist, she slammed me solidly in the pit of my stomach. I bent over in pain involuntarily, dropped the money and my pants, and held my aching abdomen. Jodi ran around me toward the door that exited into the hallway and tried desperately to force it open.
Recovering, I made a leap for her, clutched a fistful of her close-cropped hair and pulled her back savagely, as she screamed in panic. Fighting like a man, she punched and slugged wildly at my face and chest, while she aimed well-directed kicks of her heavy moccasins at my bare legs. Dodging away from the painful blows, I aimed a colossal open-palmed slap at her pudgy cheek.
Like a skilled jujitsu champ, Jodi dodged my swing and, grabbing my moving arm, threw me up and over her back. I landed flat on my aching ass with a heavy crash!
Jodi scurried toward the open window, but not fast enough to escape me. I gathered all my reserve strength and leapt after her, making an All-American-style football tackle around her ankles. She shrieked in terror as we both fell to the floor, squirming and twisting like two matched wrestlers. Somehow, in the frantic confused action, I ended up on top of her, my hands holding her arms above her head and my pelvis pressing hard against her straining thighs.
Jodi stopped her struggling and looked up, her eyes full of hatred and fear. "Listen, you stupid slob, don't get any obnoxious ideas, or you'll regret it to your dying day!" she warned.
I deliberately tightened my hold enough to meet any new challenge and pressed my lengthening dick against her heavily bushed groin.
Without another word, Jodi thrust her face into my shoulder and sank her teeth purposely into my thick neck like a raging vampire. I yelled in pain and fury.
"Oh, Jesus!" I screamed, as the pain in my neck shot through my body like fire. In my agony, I loosened my arm hold and eased the pressure on her body. Quick as a flash, Jodi let go my neck and rapidly scuttled away toward the door. Massaging my bleeding neck with one hand, I crawled after her, and in desperation managed to grab the back of her zippered dress, ripping it right down the center past her exposed bra strap.
"You depraved son of a bitch!" Jodi sobbed in a frenzy, as my fingers dug into her skin, snapping her flimsy harness too. "You'll never get me, you mother-fucker!" she shouted, breaking loose from my hold and reaching for the doorknob.
Grabbing her by the shoulder, I turned the tables and sank my teeth deliberately into her short neck. Jodi cursed and screamed as I bit down savagely. At the same time, I pushed her tight panties down over her plump rear end. Her body stiffened in shock as she felt the bulbous cocktip of my now stiff penis. Like a dog in heat, I jabbed excitedly into her exposed behind, searching for the musky bull's-eye.
Still biting her neck, I struggled to shove my hands through her torn dress and bra and grab hold of the gigantic soft tits I remembered so well. At the same moment, my probing peter found its hairy mark, pushed through the tender lips, and then was stopped by the stubborn tight passageway. Jodi cried in embarrassed frustration, as I laughed in evil triumph. She was still a virgin!
Drunk with the intense pleasure of my burrowing tool tunneling its way through the tightness of Jodi's virgin hole, I foolishly let up my Dracula hold on her throat. In a delirium, my fingers busily squeezed and kneaded her sweaty breasts.
"I'll kill you for this, you filthy prick!" Jodi hissed, her body temporarily, at last, completely passive to my driving thrusts.
Reveling in this new chance to deflower another virgin, and Sherry's ex-roommate at that, I closed my eyes and savored to full the thrills and bliss running through me, as my avenging machine screwed inch by inch through her splitting softness. My perspiring fingertips acted like electric conductors as my hands moved back and forth across her slippery pulsing globes.
Oblivious to everything around me, I didn't notice that Jodi had pressed one foot against the door for leverage. Bracing herself quietly, she suddenly pushed with all her might, so that we both fell over backward onto the floor. I managed to retain my stranglehold on her body. In fact, as I landed on my poor aching buttocks, my boring pole drove farther than ever into her yielding pocket. Jodi screamed in agony as my brutal shaft crammed steadily upward, filling her moist channel with almost three-fourths of my gigantic "talent."
"You might as well relax, babe, because you're going to get it one way or the other- do or die!" I panted, clamping my teeth on her neck threateningly again.
Jodi stopped struggling when she realized that every effort she made only seemed to help my fiery lance to sink even farther into her ravished silkiness.
As she finally lay silently on top of me, I closed my eyes in complete sexual gratification. A stupid move, since it gave Jodi time to reach over and grab hold of the heavy metal trophy I had dropped on the floor. I opened my eyes too late as she raised it high and, with a deadly downward swing, aimed directly between her legs, whacked my loosely hanging testicles with a solid blow!
The excruciating pain in my tender scrotum coursed like shooting stars through my body, dulling every other sensation or feeling in a hellish, stinging torment. I wasn't even aware of Jodi dislodging herself from my pushing fullness, but, as she turned around, I managed to catch a fast glimpse of that same heavy cup hurtling down toward my face in a golden blur. Almost miraculously, I dodged the blow, the metal trophy crashing into the rug harmlessly. Jodi's bloodthirsty expression changed to one of disappointment.
Taking advantage of being caught off balance, knowing it was either me or her, I aimed my clenched fist directly at her chin and connected with a solid kayo punch! Jodi's face contorted, her eyes rolled up showing the whites, and she dropped to the floor like a felled ox, out cold! Her sprawled-out body lay there spread-eagled and absolutely quiet, at my mercy.
Almost passing out myself, I still had enough strength to crawl over, and, with one painful leap, I fell on top of Jodi, my head resting on her shoulder, and my throbbing slippery cock easily plunging without resistance down all the way to the very bottom of her delicious damp patch.
With almost superhuman effort, I lifted my-quivering pelvis and drove up and down with carnal desire, steadily and ravenously.' This time, nothing stopped me as I assaulted her open vagina and raced without resistance for that final moment of painful and exciting climax.
Freely and generously, my tunneling dick spiraled up its first load against the back of Jodi's pressing tightness, sending ecstatic shock waves back over my boring pillar in the warmth of my spreading love juice. I choked and sobbed with each jerk of my spitting staff, my pelvis still moving up and down automatically.
Glob after gratifying glob of heavy, creamlike jizz poured out-so much that I could hear the squishing sound of my own victory sloshing lushly through this new, unexplored coital territory. And poor dear Jodi wasn't even awake to enjoy the satisfaction that could have been hers!
Just at that moment, the bedroom door was unlocked from the outside, and in burst Violette, followed closely by Millard and the swollen-faced LeRoy! I looked up apprehensively-knowing I was helpless before their combined strength and desire for revenge.
Wearily struggling to lift myself off Jodi's unconscious form, my blood-covered penis still rhythmically spurting out driblets of white semen on her matted pussy, I barely looked up in time to see Violette's twisted, outraged face, and beyond that (out of the corner of my eye), a whir of yellow as that same damned heavy trophy came down and crunched into my skull, sending me into total darkness and oblivion.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When I regained consciousness, I slowly became aware that I was lying down with a sheet over my body, that loud chattering voices were coming from another room, and finally, that my carcass was a mass of aching soreness. I tried to remember exactly what had happened, as I slowly opened my eyes to look around the unfamiliar dimly lit room. I was surprised and happy to see Sherry sitting nearby in an armchair, deeply engrossed in a well-worn script.
Lustfully, my eyes swept over her young, voluptuous figure, almost nude except for a two-piece bikini. Even sick as I was, I noticed the way she repeatedly brushed her long shiny brunette hair away from her deep green eyes.
"Hay, beautiful, what's happened? Where am I?" I whispered.
Sherry looked up startled, then broke out in a broad smile. She hurriedly came over and knelt beside me, her eyes taking in my usual morning hardon, which poked up under the bed sheet like a circus tent. "Oh, darling, it's so good to see you awake again. Gosh, I've missed you so!" she cooed, kissing my hand gently. "Golly, we thought you were a goner when Violette's henchmen literally dumped your black-and-blue body right on the doorstep of our drama academy last night. I almost got hysterical when I saw all that blood. What happened, anyway?"
"I'm too weak to talk about it all now," I answered dramatically. "It's a helluva long story, but I really thought I was in heaven when I woke up just now and saw you, gorgeous," I winked, reaching over and running one hand through her long silky hair.
"Thanks," Sherry blew me a kiss, lifting my hand to her warm cheek. Her eyes turned instinctively toward the throbbing bed sheet rising high in the air.
"Where the hell is everybody? I hear a lot of noise from the other room," I remarked, looking around the tiny dressing room, furnished sparsely with the bed I was in, a chair, a small cabinet, and a wash basin in the corner.
"Well, as far as the Movie Star Drama Academy is concerned, you're going to be our exclusive star now. Todd has already been talking about going into rehearsal for another showcase featuring you, of course. He thinks we'd be a lucky duo," Sherry giggled. "Since Violette publicly announced your marriage annulment in this morning's trades, Todd wants to cash in on the publicity while you're still hot!"
"Seems I've heard that one before," I remarked sourly.
Just then, the door flew open and Mr. Ox-man peered in. "Hey, champ, welcome home!" he grinned, and running over to the bed, he pumped my sore arm. I winced.
"Sorry about the mess with the old bag, but what the hell, you're just at the beginning of your real career right now. Besides, it's obvious you're destined for bigger and better things," he smiled, glancing over at the high rise in the center of the cot. "Violette cancelled her support of the Academy this morning and took Mr. King along with her. I'll have to sell my little house in the valley to make the next payment on this two-bit diner, but it's worth it. We're all really counting on you, superstar, to get us over the hump. We'll start rehearsing for the greatest showcase this town has ever seen as soon as you can get up, and, just for good luck, I'm starring you and Sherry in another nude scene. Who knows what'll happen this time?" He giggled nervously as he gestured for Sherry to follow him to the rehearsal room.
"We'll be just next door, if you need anything, sweetheart. So rest now, okay?" Sherry begged, kissing me lovingly on the forehead, as she followed Mr. Oxman through the doorway.
"Don't go away!" Mr. Oxman called back jokingly and closed the door behind him.
I shut my eyes dreamily. Seconds later, I heard the doorknob turn. Opening one eye, I looked into Dodie's cute heavily made-up face.
"Hey, forty, twenty-two, thirty-five!" I called out happily.
"Shhhh!" Dodie laughed as she closed the door softly. Those big sexy boobs were bouncing as usual underneath her loose blouse. "Hi, muscles. I'm so sorry about the roughing-up thing. I think it's an outrage how those evil people treat-"
I interrupted her as I reached out with one hand and greedily grabbed at the silky patch underneath her skirt, pulling her closer to the bed.
"Cary, I work here, remember?" Dodie whispered, pretending not to notice my pulsing fullness standing upright underneath the bed cover. "I'm not supposed to get emotionally involved with any of my students..."
"I'm not a student, cutie pie-I'm the star, remember?" I answered, throwing the bed sheet off my "talent" with my free hand.
Dodie stared with obvious relish at the massive erection rising straight up from my crotch.
"Honey, I'm so sore. Could you give me a little massage?"
"Well..." Dodie looked over at the door apprehensively, then with hurried steps, her eyes riveted on my immense staff all the time, she ran to the cabinet and looked inside. "I don't see any rubbing alcohol. Just this old bottle of baby oil-but it's so messy!" She grimaced, holding it up in the air for me to see.
"Sounds just right," I nodded, licking my lips sensuously. "I'm really horny for your professional touch, doll face." I reached down with my hands and deliberately fondled my hanging balls playfully.
Hurriedly unscrewing the bottle cap, Dodie rushed over and began rubbing the thick, oily liquid liberally over my broad chest, her fingers running through my thick, wiry chest hair nervously. "Violette's sure going to miss you something bad, handsome-I know!"
I looked at Dodie intently, completely relaxed now. Then I nonchalantly scratched the blond tangle on my lower belly, flipping my upright lengthy pole temptingly.
Dodie hesitated, then spread a generous handful of the lotion over the inside of my spread-eagled thighs. Her breath was coming faster and I swore I could hear her heart pounding.
I ran my hand through the oily hair on my chest and smeared it over my quivering joint. A tantalizing feeling immediately mounted through my slippery column, as I stroked up and down roughly.
"Oh, honey, don't waste it!" Dodie whined. Throwing the bottle on the bed, she yanked her skirt down and exposed the light brown triangular bush surrounding her pink-lipped box.
"Take it easy, will you?" I teased, kicking the tangled sheet completely off the narrow cot. "I'm a sick man."
"Jeez!" Dodie rolled her eyes in derision. "You're sick, all right-sick in the head and rotten to the core!"
I sped up the jacking-off action on my hard hose as I watched Dodie tug the blouse over her highly teased blonde hairdo. Those oversized swaying tits sent a thrill through my loaded, waiting cannon.
Dodie jumped up on the bed in excited anticipation, eagerly straddling my taut rod.
"Wait!" I ordered, motioning her to move toward me, my red tongue darting in and out suggestively, aiming right at her furry mound.
"I dig you!" Dodie answered, hopping over my shoulders, so that her knees were bent alongside my head, her backside rested on my oiled chest, and her open pinkness was fully exposed to my waiting lips. Like a starved animal, I ate up the delicious juices from inside her hairy crotch. "Oh, sexy, have I missed you!"
Sandwiched snugly within her all-encompassing wet pussy, my nose breathing deeply of her musky snatch, I reached up with both hands and toyed feverishly with her two glorious breasts.
Suddenly, we heard the doorknob turn. Dodie gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, but I held her firmly, selfishly devouring the wide hole that pulsed regularly, oblivious to any intruder or interruption.
"Oh, for gosh sakes, not again?" I heard Sherry sigh hopelessly. Then she closed the door behind her. "Well, from now on, kids, I'm not going to be one left out of all the action!" And with that, she tore off her fragile bikini, stepped up on the little cot, and, to my surprise, plopped down hard over my slippery staff. The squeezing and pressing walls of her vagina encompassed me and spread delicious thrills all the way to the thick base of my organ. Sherry grunted in pleasure. "As Mr. Oxman's school motto reads: 'It's a togetherness place.'"
"Well, we're really together now, chick," Dodie laughed, pushing my hands away from her ample bosom, Dodie reached behind her for Sherry's and placed them over her own full orbs. "As Mr. King used to say, 'Double your pleasure-double your fun!'" Dodie grinned, twisting her head as far around as she could, and wiggling her sinuous tongue suggestively at Sherry. In that strained position, the two of them tongue kissed hard and sensually.
Wow! This is a mind blower if I ever saw one! I thought as I watched the "togetherness" Sherry and Dodie were displaying so enthusiastically. But I was also enjoying my own part in this three-way orgy. Sherry's rotating fleshy pocket kept sending shivers up and down my outspread torso, while Dodie's wide hotness almost smothered me to death as she gyrated rhythmically onto and around my thrusting tongue.
Minutes later, I pushed hard against Dodie's soft belly, indicating that she should get up. Reluctantly, she broke off her lustful embrace with Sherry and rose. My slobbering tongue took one last tasty sip as she drew away.
Dodie now stood over Sherry and me, waiting for my next order. I turned my attention to Sherry, who was sitting, oblivious to everything except the palpitating fullness that gorged her canal so solidly.
"Sherry, honey, push your legs forward toward me," I instructed gently, like a teacher to a student. Slowly, Sherry unbent her knees, and in almost exaggerated slow motion, put one leg beside each of my shoulders. Her body now lay on top of my legs, face up, her cunt still firmly grasping my cock. "Groovy," I went on patiently, "now just lean back on your elbows, relax, and watch. But don't lose me, okay?" Sherry nodded her head obediently.
I sighed with satisfaction as I stared down at my vast endowment lodged snugly within her triangular hairy crotch. Beyond Sherry's flat belly, I could see her beautiful bare globes jiggling like two mounds of pink Jell-O.
"Okay, Miss Teacher, show us a few tricks," I encouraged Dodie, who stood panting and drooling, ogling our tightly coupled sexes.
Without another word of encouragement, Dodie fell to her knees, bent her head over our united groins, and nose-dived into the connection, her hot tongue swirling and lapping wildly from Sherry's rubbery clitoris, to her hot puffy lips snuggling over my throbbing peter, and then finally, to the heavily veined several inches of my shaft which still protruded from Sherry's snatch.
I was amused as I watched Sherry's eyes open wide and then close in obvious ecstasy, as her lips quivered almost uncontrollably. At last, she whimpered, her eyes rolled wildly, and she cried out, "Cary, oh God, darling!" In answer to Sherry's plea for love, Dodie leaped onto her trembling body and kissed her full on the lips, passionately. At the same time, her hands fondled and kneaded the boobs between their heaving bodies.
Sitting up on one elbow, I jammed all five fingers of my one hand up Dodie's pumping pelvis. Deeper and deeper, I plunged my twisting hand inside her big damp hole.
Then I could really feel it! Sherry was coming, twitching. The sensations were almost overwhelming and more unbearable with each jab. I leaned back on my arms and pumped harder! Sherry's body continued to quiver as low animal moans issued from her throat.
Pulling away from Sherry's tight hold, Dodie turned around toward me, reached down, and yanked at my soaking joint, ruthlessly pulling it out of Sherry's gushing fountain of love. There was an almost explosive sound as moisture flew through the air, and then a loud "splat" as my steely dick slapped back hard on my wet belly.
"What the hell-hey?" I shouted angrily, but Dodie ignored my complaint, and pushing my limbs out of the way, lifted Sherry's quivering legs over her shoulders, and went back to work noisily sucking and licking at the rich, creamy, glistening crevice.
Without warning, the door opened and Mr. Oxman stuck his head in, shouting in irritation, "Sherry, we're waiting..." His words died in his throat as she stood transfixed at the sight of Dodie's bobbing head hungrily eating away at Sherry's furry patch.
"Dodie's gone wild! Help me get her off Sherry!" I lied, grabbing hold of Dodie's tiny waist and tugging her backward toward my waiting monstrosity.
Mr. Oxman hurriedly closed the door, ran over to Dodie, and began pulling at her arm. "Have you lost your senses, girl?"
Dazed and dribbling, Dodie looked groggily up at Mr. Oxman. She let go of her hold on Sherry, who fell back on the cot, limp and lifeless.
Taking advantage of Dodie's bewilderment, I slipped myself under her half-crouched body, and, feeling with one finger for her anus, tight and rosy as ever, I directed the cocktip of my loaded rod into her tiny rectum. Grabbing hold of her hips for leverage, I unmercifully plunged my slippery pillar its full length into the tight channel. Dodie screamed in agony as I pulled her body back so that she fell against my spread-eagled torso. My hands eagerly reached around and grasped her huge knockers, wet with perspiration.
But only an instant later, Dodie, forgetting her pain, started pumping up and down wildly on my stiff pride and joy like a horny rabbit -twisting and churning her wobbling buttocks cheeks so professionally that she almost triggered my creamy load before I was willing to come.
"Join our 'togetherness,'" I panted, gesturing to Mr. Oxman, as I watched him place Sherry gently on the bare floor. Sherry was out of it all by now. She motioned for him to leave her alone.
"It's 'ride 'em bronco' time," I continued enthusiastically, pointing with my index finger toward Dodie's gyrating thighs.
Perplexed, Mr. Oxman stood staring at Dodie's bobbing silkiness over my hard lengthy hose.
"Okay, 'star maker,' get with it!" I ordered in mock severity, continuing to meet Dodie's rotating posterior, stroke for stroke, sighing loudly and dramatically.
Tempted beyond reason, Mr. Oxman frantically unzipped his trousers, climbed up on top of the cot, pushed his pants and boxer trunks down below his knees (exposing a long, thin stiffness), and waited for the right moment to catch Dodie's rapidly moving pelvis.
"Come on, you can't miss the damn thing! I teased, pinching Dodie's hard round nipples playfully.
With an inspired downward swan dive, Mr. Oxman hit his target dead center, his added weight causing me to groan and forcing me to pull my squashed hands out from between our bodies. As if crazed, Mr. Oxman screwed with all his energy into Dodie, his hot breath wheezing directly into her face.
With my arms and legs spread out, I lay almost oblivious to the goings-on upstairs, as I waited in the anticipation and delirium of mounting lust for my final discharge to erupt within Dodie's turbulent tunnel. It could only be a matter of seconds now, so I let myself ride along with this out-of-sight erotic gratification.
"I don't know about you guys, but here I come!" Dodie choked. Her shivering body grew rigid, she twitched violently, and finally relaxed with a long sigh of relief and satisfaction.
"Dear Lord, this has just got to be heaven!" Mr. Oxman sobbed, as his breath came in short snorts. "I'm going to do it in you, Dodie," Mr. Oxman wailed plaintively, and let out a loud bovine bellow.
Even as doubly heavy weight of their exhausted forms completely relaxed, my pulsing hardon, still totally immersed in Dodie's gripping anal hold, was almost sent into its final ejaculation by the sensational feelings that erupted from the very depths of my loosely hanging balls.
Once again, there was a heavy knocking, the sound of loud chattering voices, and then the door flew open. "Maybe Mr. Oxman's in here..." The speaker halted abruptly, and we looked up to see several students standing wide-eyed, struck dumb at the sight of our four-way debauch.
"What in heaven's name do you mean by bursting in here like this? Go back to the rehearsal hall-immediately!" Mr. Oxman shouted in his best schoolteacher voice, trying to cover up his embarrassment. He pushed himself off Dodie's driveling pussy and fumbled with his trouser's zipper.
"Why bad mouth those innocent kids?" Dodie scolded Mr. Oxman. Without warning, she lifted her throttling rectum off my king-sized staff, her sudden movement triggering off my rising tide of excitement, right smack into that final supreme moment of ecstasy.
"You stupid bitch!" I sobbed helplessly, as I felt my swollen prick finally discharging. It made a loud "popping" sound as it emerged from the tight elasticity of Dodie's asshole.
"Oh, God-no!" Sherry sighed unhappily, as she tried to cover herself up with her bikini, one arm over her swaying breasts, and the other below.
"Christ almighty!" I choked and gagged, seizing my exploding penis with both hands, my thumb pressed tightly over the slit at the top of the bulleting head. Too late! My thick creamy seed squirted upward, sideways in white jets, shooting high and spraying over both Dodie and Sherry. With eyes shut and teeth clenched, I tried to stifle my convulsing body as the liquid torrents continued to ejaculate, climax after climax, achieving a giant fireworks display of pleasure before the fascinated audience standing paralyzed in the doorway.
Mr. Oxman pushed past Dodie and Sherry then slammed the door behind himself furiously. We could hear him lecturing the students on their bad manners as their voices grew fainter in the distance.
Panting and gasping for breath, my hands covered with thick creamy jizz, I tried to laugh off the whole ridiculous, sticky situation. I looked over at Dodie and Sherry sheepishly. There they stood both staring at me glumly, big blobs of my come dripping off them from head to foot.
"Now I know what they mean by a 'waste of talent,'" Dodie smirked, shaking her head, as she carefully wiped the gooey mess from her streaked makeup. "I wish I could say you planned it this way, Cary, so I could really get mad," she smiled ruefully, picking up her clothes, and leaving the room.
"You are a dirty young man!" Sherry scolded, holding out her sperm-streaked bikini as if it was about to bite her, and walking stiffly after Dodie.
"Hey, you forgot something!" I yelled jokingly, as I noticed Sherry's study script on the floor-splattered and smeared with my soaking wetness. After all, she should feel privileged-it was appropriately autographed with my personal "star" signature!
Our private showcase went off fantastically! Every big producer and director was there, and so was Sherry, all busted up with the jitters at first, but once we were into our nude scene on stage, no problem.
Matter of fact, after that night, life has been no problem at all! Books, photo-layouts, movies, you name it.
Now take a look at me!
Didn't I tell you at the beginning, "Just you wait!"
