Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Cabin in the Woods

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Cabin in the Woods (cabin.txt) - Emma goes off to forget Kevin
and forgets a lot more when she encounters strangers in the woods.
M/F anal, oral


	Emma relaxed a little as the flat sunny road began to be dappled
by the shade of the trees and rose on a slight grade as she reached
the beginning of the mountains. She hadn't realized how tense she was
out in the open until she relaxed her hands and felt how hard she'd
been gripping the steering wheel.
	It wasn't that bad, she told herself. So Kevin broke up with her-
it wasn't the end of the world. He hadn't been the best company in the
past few weeks anyway. She wouldn't miss what they'd become and only
wished it could have gone on like it started.
	Relieved of the squint against the bright sun, Emma let her mind
wander as she drove on the twisting road toward the family cabin. It
wasn't like she'd never have another boyfriend, she reminded herself.
She was as aware of the looks she got as Kevin was. And why not? Emma
knew she had striking features: a straight, strong nose, large dark
eyes and full lips that naturally seemed pursed to kiss. With that face
and her 5-foot 10 height, she might be a model, but Emma didn't think
she was slim enough.
	She thought it would be silly to starve herself to model thinness
and anyway, at 39D her breasts were too large and no diet would make
them smaller. And why would she want to do that? she asked herself.
	Thinking about her breasts made her nipples draw tight against
the thin cotton shirt she was wearing. It made her remember how good it
felt to see boys stare at them. It reminded her how much better it felt
when they touched them, licked them, sucked on the hard nipples...
	Emma took one hand off the wheel and pressed it against the
crotch of her shorts. The only thing she'd miss about Kevin was
fucking. She stroked her pussy through the layers of material thinking
about how good it felt when he touched her there.
	That quickly became memories of how his hard cock felt splitting
open her swollen pussy and plunging into her. She rubbed a growing
wet spot in her shorts harder as she fantasized getting fucked. She
jerked back to the present and guiltily put her hand back on the wheel
when she swerved a little toward the edge of the road.
	There would be plenty of time to pleasure herself once she got to
the cabin alive, she told herself. She was planning a long weekend
alone to think and to get over the break-up. She wasn't running away.
She was giving herself time to re-group and set her mind right. She
intended to return ready to find another boyfriend and start over.

	Emma hadn't told anyone of her intentions so it was a moment of
relief when she saw no other cars parked by the cabin. It would be so
typical for someone to be there to ruin her solitude. She found the key
in its secret hiding place and started taking her things into the
cabin.
	It wasn't a palatial dwelling in the wood, but it wasn't a one-
room shack either. There was a big fireplace in the main room, a
kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom complete with running water. There
was a huge sofa and cots and such that could sleep nine or ten, maybe
a dozen if four people didn't mind sharing the large double bed in the
bedroom.
	But Emma intended to have the whole bed, the whole cabin and the
whole wood surrounding it to herself. It would be nice to be alone- to
do whatever she wanted to for a few days. And no one would know what
she was doing, even if she was naughty...
	The effect of her interrupted masturbation was still exerting
more influence than she expected as she stowed her baggage in the
bedroom. Emma felt a strong urge to get out of her clothes, especially
her sticky shorts and underwear. She stripped to the skin and then
decided, since she was alone, not to put anything on.
	If that was a little naughty, it was more a feeling of freedom to
walk about nude. She had nothing to be ashamed of and no one to be 
ashamed in front of. She checked the pantry to see if there was enough
to eat and found it fully stocked. She looked out the window of the
kitchen to the wood in back and saw the trail that led down to the
brook.
	Well then, why not? she asked herself as a little devil on her
shoulder dared her to go outside naked. It isn't bad, she told herself.
Some people walk around naked all the time. Still, she wasn't fully
convinced. She felt a thrill as she opened the door and hesitated a
beat on the threshold.
	Yes, naughty- definitely naughty, she thought as she stepped out
on the back porch and felt the air on her naked skin. But it was giggly
naughty, exciting naughty as she scampered down the steps and took her
first steps on the trail.
	Oh, what could happen? her reasonable side asked. Someone could
see me, her naughty side replied. They could look at me and plan to
take me captive. They might hide me in a cave and make me do terrible
sexy things. They might fuck me and fuck me.
	By the time she reached the brook, her pussy was wet again. Her
fantasy wasn't real enough to scare her, It was a nice safe, erotic 
idea that had her hand between her legs and moving as soon as she could
find a flat rock to sit on.
	They'd play with my breasts, she dreamed as she squeezed the
ample mounds with one hand while the other kept up a dreamy stroking
over her pussy. And suck them- as she pulled the rubbery nub until she 
felt the pinch. Her fingers were already coated with the juices that
were nearly as flowing as the stream she sat beside. She rocked on the
stone with the building passion and her fingers burrowed deeper into
the swampy cleft in time with the motion.
	And they'd fuck her... Oh yes, they would- like her invading 
fingers that darted in and out of her pussy as the heat rose in her
body. Her legs were swinging and her heels made small arcs in the sand
and gravel by the brook's edge as she worked her fingers in her pussy.
Her eyes were closed and she bucked against her fingers as if they were
a lover. She was panting now and she moaned as her lust grew.
	Her hand left her breasts. She lifted her knees and fell back on
the rock. Her hand joined the one plunging her fingers in and out of
her sopping pussy, rubbing furiously at her clit as she started making
little cries as she crept toward orgasm.
	Her cries echoed off the trees as she arched on the cold stone, 
both hands busy in her crotch. She would have been quite a sight, her
face screwed up in climax and holding her pussy with both hands, if
there had been anyone to see her.
	That realization brought a tingle to her skin and cut her orgasm
short. Her eyes snapped open and she looked furtively around to see
if there was anyone there. She didn't see anyone and giggled nervously
at being so scared for no reason.
	Still, she felt forced as she made herself stand up and walk into
the brook. She wanted to run back to the cabin, but she wasn't going
to give in and be timid. She changed her mind about washing in the
stream because the water was icy, but she made herself wade in the 
cold water a while to not give in to her fear.
	She was feeling silly about the whole thing by the time she saw
the back door of the cabin. There was no one here and she could run
around naked all she wanted. She didn't have to be such a scaredy-cat.
	It was about then she heard the voices.
	"There's a stream down the hill. I want to set up while we've
still got light. Nikki- put that down and go with Chuck. The rest of
you- you know what to do. Let's get this stuff and then we can see
about our accommodations."
	Emma scampered into the cabin and squatted down beneath the
window. She watched as about a dozen people went down the path carrying
equipment and hauling boxes. One of them was a small blonde woman with
huge tits wearing a robe.
	Emma ducked and tried to think what to do. First- lock the door.
Then they couldn't come in. And get dressed. If she was going to have
to confront trespassers, she better have clothes on.
	But what was she going to do? She'd left her cell phone on
purpose so no one would find out where she'd gone and there were no
phone lines out in the woods. What if they refused to leave? What
could she do about it? Her fantasy of not being alone in the woods was
not erotic when it became real. It was dangerous in ways that weren't
sexy at all. She looked down at her hands and saw they were shaking.
	But it gave her a plan. She would be the unseen eyes watching
from the woods. She knew this place better than they did. She knew
where she could spy on them without them knowing. As soon as she was
dressed, she'd see who they were.

	She would never have guessed who had invaded her woods in a
million years, but it was instantly obvious when she peeped down from
the ledge of rock overlooking the stream. The blond woman was naked
and laying on the same rock she had so recently occupied while a man
fucked her. The others were standing around with strange objects like
mirrors and cameras, filming them fucking. She was watching them make
a porno movie.
	It was too spooky to watch as they went about their business. On
the good side, she didn't think they would be violent, but it was too
much like her fantasy of being discovered in the woods. They might very
well try something sexual or possibly force something sexual on her
and, as she had discovered, in reality it would not be exciting as it
was in fantasy.
	That she had so narrowly escaped the fantasy becoming real sent
a chill through her that made her crawl very carefully back down the
ledge and make her way back to the cabin. She would hide. She would
not give them any reason to suspect there was anyone here. They could
finish their business and be on their way without knowing she was there.
	She hid in the bedroom until this fiction was destroyed. She
heard the key in the lock and the door was opened. They were coming in!
	She heard them moving around and looked for a corner to hide in.
But that wouldn't work. They would know she was there from her bags.
Emma decided it would be better to meet them head-on. After all, she
had a right to be here.
	"Who are you? What are you doing here?" asked the man in the
funny green hat who seemed to be in charge.
	"What are you doing here?" Emma asked right back. "This isn't
your cabin."
	"I'm supposed to be here. You're not," the man said. "So if you
don't want to answer me, maybe you'll answer the sheriff."
	"That's a good idea. Call him. We'll see who belongs here," Emma
brazened out.
	They stood staring at each other for a long stretch, neither
willing to drop their gaze. The idea of calling the sheriff made Emma
brave. She did belong here. And the sheriff would protect her.
	Finally the man wavered. He hid the flinch by looking around at
the others standing by the door.
	"What are you waiting for?" he yelled at them. "Get the stuff
inside and start making this place livable. We've still got work to
do."
	"Wait a minute!" Emma spoke out, "What about the sheriff? I want
you to call him so he can throw you out."
	"You're Emma, aren't you?" he was much nicer now. "I saw your
picture at your parent's house."
	"What are you talking about?" Emma asked.
	"Look- what we've got is a misunderstanding," he said reasonably.
"I rented this place from your folks to make my movie. You weren't 
supposed to be here, but I guess we can make room for you."
	Emma resented his implication that he was doing her a favor. And
she didn't think her father would rent the cabin to a pornographer.
	"I don't believe you," she said. "Daddy would never rent the
cabin to anyone like you."
	She saw him smile for the first time.
	"I didn't exactly tell him what kind of guy I was," he said.
"Like I didn't say anything about how hot you look in your pictures. I
just said I was filming. I didn't say what."
	Emma weighed that information.
	"Anyway- who told you what kind of person I am?" he asked.
	Emma didn't want to confess to spying on them. Her eyes darted
over the group invading the cabin and settled on the little blonde.
	"What kind of movie does a woman like that get a part in?" Emma
asked sharply. "I can tell what kind of movies you make."
	This was not a response that endeared her to the woman, but her
gathering outrage was intercepted by surprise and anger at the man
when he spoke after looking Emma over.
	"If you'd lose the attitude, you could be in my movie too," he 
said, to the actress's chagrin. "You could make a lot of money with a
body like that."
	"I suppose I could make a lot being a prostitute too, but I'm
not interested in that either," Emma said haughtily.
	"Suit yourself," he said easily. "But we paid to use the place
and we're going to use it. The only reason I'm letting you stay is
that I'm a nice guy."
	Emma severely doubted that. She thought he was trying to avoid a
fuss. He might not be in direct violation of any laws, but she doubted
he wanted the authorities alerted to what he was doing.
	Emma looked them over as she considered her options. Having time
alone clearly wasn't one of them. But she didn't want to drive back 
and most of the people didn't look that bad. Looking closer, she saw
that there were probably two 'stars' of the movie. Although she was
only sure about the man she saw fucking the blonde, there was one 
other that didn't look like part of the crew. She was guessing half of
them worked in front of the camera and the other four behind it.
	"All right, I'll stay," Emma said, "But I don't suppose I'll be
sleeping in the bed, will I?"
	It wasn't like the man damaged his chances; he had none, but Emma
found the greedy look he turned on her revolting.
	"Well, I think that's up to you," he said in oily tones. "We
haven't figured out the sleeping arrangements yet."
	His intent was clear enough for a third-grader to read. There was
no way in hell Emma was going to fall for his blatant come-on. He was
like the guy that kept trying just in case. She hadn't fallen for his
offer of a movie part and she certainly wasn't going to sleep in the
same bed with him, let alone fuck him, just for a place to sleep.
	"You figure that out," she said as a conversation-ender, "I think
there's a tent here somewhere. I'll be out in the woods."

	Emma wasn't all that comfortable in her tiny pup tent and it had
nothing to do with the hard ground. The little trifle of nylon wasn't
much protection against a marauding man, which she expected to burst
in at any minute. It was simple math. Counting Emma, there were nine
people in and around the cabin and three of them were women. That left
six men with their unchecked libidos and six dangers her tent might 
be invaded.
	Happily, her fear didn't follow her into her dreams and more
happily her fears were unnecessary paranoia. She slept the night
undisturbed. Her biggest problem in the morning was that all her bags
were still inside the cabin.
	Even that didn't live up to her grim imagination. Overnight the
group had settled into a strange normalcy. When she timidly crept into
the cabin for her toiletry items they barely noticed her. Everyone was
busy with their own morning rituals, including the blonde who was
carping loudly about the obscene hour.
	"Look- it's not my fault you didn't want to sleep last night,"
the main guy, who looked none the better for wear himself, was saying.
"We're on a day schedule here and you knew that from the start."
	Emma had to dig through a pile of luggage to find her own bags
in the bedroom. Although she had no doubt the blonde and the man spent
the night in the bed, she began to sense that it wasn't just the two of
them. Him and both women? Emma wondered.
	She sat quietly and happily undisturbed as she waited for her
chance at the bathroom. It gave her a chance to observe these people
in their natural habitat- or at least with their guards down.
	"A lot of bustle, huh?" said one of the men when he sat down
beside her. "I'm Luke, by the way."
	"Look- I'm just waiting for the bathroom, then I'm going back to
my tent," Emma had her claws out.
	"Hey- no reason to go off on me," Luke said, holding up his hands
in a gesture of surrender. "I'm just making conversation while you
wait. I'm not Lloyd. I just set up the lights."
	"Well... I just came up here to be alone... and you guys show
up," Emma explained in bursts. "I'm taking some time to get used to
the idea."
	"Yeah- and a porno film and all- I guess it would make you
jumpy," Luke said.
	"That's not it," Emma said quickly, not wanting to look like
some prude. "I don't care about that. I just expected to be alone."
	"You will be mostly. This is an outdoors flick and we'll be
filming in the woods and all over. You could stay in the cabin if you
want. We'll be gone most of the day," Luke explained.
	Emma got a sweet vibe from Luke. He was obviously trying to be
non-threatening, but she sensed a goodness beyond that in the way he
acted and talked.
	"So, who are all these people?" she asked.
	"Well, Lloyd- he's the director, and producer and generally the
boss, Crystal- who you might hear get called Jean, is the star- the
blonde, D-light is the brunette and her name is Carol," Luke gave her
the run down, "'Mark' and 'Rod' are the talent- the men stars- I don't
know their real names. Then there's me on lights, Chuck on camera and
Nikki- I guess there's a fancy name for toting, but I don't remember
what it is."
	"And that's all it takes to make a movie?" Emma was impressed.
	"Naw- too many, I think Nikki is some sort of relation to Lloyd
so he's got a job, but we don't strictly need him," Luke said. "Nor me
if you get right down to it. Not on this outside stuff."
	Emma was secretly glad he was there anyway. She didn't feel the
stiffness leave her back, but she did know she was more relaxed while
talking to Luke. He seemed like a normal guy, not like Lloyd, who was
a shark of a man.
	"Give it up. Miss Prissy won't come across. And you've got work 
to do," Lloyd confirmed her diagnosis of his nature as he called to 
Luke. "We've got a lot of shit to haul out to the site. Let's get a
move on."
	Emma gave Luke a smile as he excused himself. Lloyd wasn't right
about her. She just wouldn't 'come across' with Lloyd. The jury was
still out on Luke. In fact, the idea that it would perplex Lloyd had
just made it more likely she'd fuck Luke out of spite.
	Emma was momentarily surprised with herself. All night she had
wished for nothing other than to be alone and here she was
contemplating fucking one of the intruders. Not that she was a pure as
Lloyd seemed to think. But she did wonder if it was some reaction to
Kevin dumping her.
	So what if it is? she asked herself. Maybe I should fuck every 
one of these guys- even Lloyd- just to show Kevin what he's missing.
But that thought withered quickly. There was no reason to humiliate
herself by fucking Lloyd. But Luke... he did seem like a nice guy and
it would do her good to prove to herself that she was still desirable-
as well as relieve some of the tension she had felt in the sexually-
charged air surrounding the making of a dirty movie.
	Emma passed the day in the kind of solitude she had retreated to
the woods to find. At least until lunch when everyone but Nikki 
returned to get something to eat. Even then the cast and crew were too
busy with the matters of their project to pay her much mind. A smile
from Luke was the only evidence they noticed her at all.

	That night Emma got a feel for how the day had gone. Lloyd was
scowling and Crystal/Jean was in a snit. Mark and Rod seemed to be
taking it stoically. Emma sensed there had been some problem.
	She found it interesting that D-light/Carol seemed unaffected by
it. While she had seemed to be a grumpy non-entity the night before,
Carol was smiling more, although just as quiet, as the drama played
silently in front of Emma's eyes.
	"Jean didn't want to do her work," Luke said quietly at Emma's
question.
	"She didn't want to fuck?" Emma asked.
	Luke took a breath and gave Emma a careful look before saying,
"She didn't want to do the DP. She said that was Carol's thing. And
she and Lloyd got into it."
	"Let me guess," Emma smiled. "Carol volunteered to shut her up 
and she got even madder at that."
	Luke gave her a strange look.
	"And Lloyd and the girls share the bed while the rest of you camp
out in the big room," Emma went on.
	"How do you know that?" Luke asked.
	"The same way I know you're sneaking out to my tent tonight,"
Emma said smugly. "It's human nature."
	It was a little more bold than she intended, but Emma was buoyed
by Luke's amazement at her powers of observation. It wasn't like she
wasn't 90 per cent sure she was going to fuck him anyway. And with the
tension in the room she was sure he'd be glad to get away.
	"At least Carol isn't the only one that's going to get laid
tonight," she said happily when Luke opened the fly of her tiny tent.
	"I still don't know what you're talking about," Luke admitted.
	Emma felt no need to explain. She opened her sleeping bag to
reveal that she was naked for him. Luke paused a moment.
	"There's not a lot of room in here, is there?" he said to stall.
	"Good thing we plan on being close together all night, isn't it,"
Emma answered him.
	He was as much of a delight as she could have wished. She
appreciated his 'aw shucks' manner of shyness as he tried not to stare
at her while he struggled out of his clothes in the tight confines of
the tent.
	"There's got to be some trick to this," he said as he tried to 
get out of his pants.
	"Lay down- lay down next to me," Emma instructed. "Then they'll
just slide off- you'll see."
	Clearly confused about how to initiate their mating, Luke was,
however, quick to follow instructions. After she helped him pull his
jeans over his hips, Emma complicated the rest of him kicking the pants
down his legs and off his feet by exploring inside his underwear.
	"Come on, you're making this hard," Luke complained.
	"But I want it hard," Emma giggled. "It goes in so much easier
when it's hard."
	Once she broke through his awkwardness, Luke was fine. Finally
naked, he turned and looked at her with no hint of shyness. Emma lay 
back and posed for him briefly and then took his hand to move it over 
her body.
	"Get a feel for the terrain," she said. "Because I'm going to
turn out the light and you'll have to do it in the dark. It makes some
pretty explicit shadows if we leave the light on."
	"I think I can find my way around by touch," Luke said, loosening
up nicely once over the awkward initial stages.
	His hands were as confident as his tone after Emma clicked off
the light. He didn't rush and she appreciated it, although at first she
thought he was just going to play with her tits all night. He took his
time fondling them, perhaps because there was so much to explore, 
lightly teasing her nipples at first and then getting rougher as his 
hands squeezed and molded her breasts with growing firmness.
	He left her to press against him as his hand went down her torso,
stroking over stomach to lower belly with the same patience. He was
enjoying it as much as she was. She could feel his hard cock press into
her thigh and felt the sticky stain of his excitement. As she opened
her thighs to give him better access to her pussy, he pressed his 
hard-on into her leg and moved slightly as his fingers made her squirm
in anticipation.
	Emma was ready to give up her passive role when Luke finally took
pity on both of them and slipped between her legs. She was very
excited, on the verge of cumming as he let his cock slide between her
wet lips and drove her nearly mad with the need to feel this cock
inside her steaming pussy.
	"That's the right place," Emma tried to keep her desperation out
of her voice, "Just a little lower."
	"You want it now?" Luke teased her need, but then leaned forward
until his cock slipped down to find her entrance.
	His cock popped between her inner lips and Emma felt a jolt. She
had underestimated how much she wanted his cock. When it was finally
where it was supposed to be, she felt a relief and feeling of
accomplishment that made her groan with content. Luke hesitated a beat
but did not torture her further as he let his cock slide slowly into
her.
	"Fuck me!" Emma called out, not caring how desperate she sounded,
"I want it so bad! Fuck me hard! I'm almost there!"
	Spurred by her words, or perhaps compassion, Luke drove into her
hard and began slapping manfully against her sopping pussy. Emma kicked
to free her feet from the sleeping bag, every movement bringing more
pleasure as her hips banged into Luke's furious thrusts.
	"Yes! Fuck me!" Emma begged as she felt her muscles clench in
ecstasy.
	She reached for Luke, clawed at him, as the plunge of his thick
cock made her cum. She trembled with the waves of passion as his
hardness never wavered and pounded her relentlessly as she squirmed
under the flurry of thrusts that seemed to assault her endlessly.
	"Oh yes! Oh yes! Go on! It's so good!" she gasped as the thrusts
continued.
	The troupe in the cabin was forgotten as Luke's thick cock ravaged
her quivering pussy. Emma's body reacted on its own to the lightning 
bolt of cumming, jerking toward his impaling cock and she howled her
delight like a bitch wolf under the full moon. She no longer knew or
cared she was in a tent in the woods. She only knew the happy tumult
of orgasm was taking her away from her cares.
	And still Luke fucked her. There was more hard cock for her
hungry pussy. Emma clung to him as he rocked her with continuing solid
thrusting. It seemed the hard rod of meat was on the edge of her grasp,
somehow far away and still driving right into the middle of her.
	Then it was like being dropped into the middle of a fuck as she
felt his cock with all her being again. She wrapped her legs around
him to keep him at it. She had one instant of thought about Kevin which
she dismissed with a snort. She didn't need him. She was getting what
she needed and Kevin could rot for all she cared.
	"Go on, Luke," she gasped as his cock drove the words out of her,
"Fuck me good. Fuck me and cum!"
	He grunted in reply. He kept humping hard into her like it was a
duty. 
	"Cum for me, baby! Fill me up!" she tried again.
	Luke stopped. 
	"Don't distract me!" he snarled meanly.
	Emma recoiled from his response. She felt his cock withdraw.
	"Sorry. But it isn't working," Luke said and she could hear the
disappointment and shame this time.
	"Wait!" Emma blurted out, "We can do something else. Let me take
care of it."
	She was confused by the offer as she made it, but she knew what
she was thinking. She groped between them to find Luke's cock and then
pulled it toward her. There wasn't room for him to move past her far
enough she could bring it to her mouth, so she slid down as she brought
him up.
	Luke sighed in relief as her lips closed around his cock. Already
sorry and now cramped in an awkward twisted ball, Emma licked the head 
briefly before taking her mouth away,
	"This isn't working either," she said. "Let's take a minute to
get situated."
	It took cooperation to change positions in her tiny tent. Luke
had to flop on the mattress for Emma uncoil and back over him. Then it 
was better. She was on her knees over his head and dipped down to
take his cock in her mouth again.
	Sorry had passed. She wasn't going to take it back after all the
trouble of getting into position. And sucking cock wasn't so bad. She
didn't have to think about it to do it. Just bob up and down. Jack it
off if they needed a little help.
	She wondered why she cared, but remembered that Luke had made
her cum. That didn't mean she owed him anything, but it gave her a
reason. And as far as comfort on her retreat, as far as she had seen,
Luke was the only choice. Luke was squirming as she bobbed up and down.
	"I'll tell you before I cum," Luke panted.
	That was what he wanted, Emma reasoned. They'd fucked. No reason
to draw it out. She added her ringed fingers around his cock and
stroked it in counterpoint to her lips traveling over the surface of
his shaft.
	"Okay. I'm gonna... I'm gonna pop!" Luke gasped.
	Emma pulled back to milk the head in her mouth and wrapped her
hand more firmly around his cock. She jacked him furiously as she
tried to suck the sap from his stick.
	"I said I'm cumming!" Luke said with a roar as he was.
	Emma didn't need the report. She felt the spurt and tipped her
head to deflect the stream off her tongue. Like any good cocksucker,
she kept sucking, bobbing slightly while the spurts continued.
	She was surprised when Luke seemed upset.
	"I told you I was cumming," he sulked.
	"Yes you did. You want a medal?" Emma was a bit peeved at his 
reaction.
	"But you didn't stop," Luke said.
	"You wanted me too?" Emma was confused. "Don't you like to cum?"
	"Well... not right in your mouth," Luke was losing interest in
the conversation from the way voice trailed off.
	"Hey, it's okay," she said to cheer him. "I know a lot of girls
won't, but I do. I don't think it's so bad and a lot of guys like it
better. I thought you would too."
	"Well, okay," he didn't sound convinced. "I just felt bad about
it."
	Luke was beginning to sound like a brain-damaged rube, but Emma
was sure that wasn't true. He had seemed normal before. The only
explanation that occurred to her was that he was nervous around girls.
Given his profession, that didn't seem possible, but she couldn't
think of another reason.
	He didn't seem to care that her pussy was less than a foot from
his mouth either, but Emma gave him the benefit of the darkness in the
tent. They bumped as she turned to lay beside him and then settled 
down together. She turned to press her ass into his groin as she 
drifted toward sleep. She slept that way with Kevin and it felt
comfortably familiar.

	"Get your lazy ass out of bed! We've got work to do!"
	Lloyd had zipped open her tent and was staring at her as she
squinted in the sudden brightness. She felt violated by his leer as
he let his eyes linger on her naked flesh. She tried to cover herself,
but Luke had pulled the cover away in his own effort to rise.
	She groped for clothes to cover herself. Lloyd all but drooled
for every second until she was able to shield herself from his gaze.
Only then did she notice that Luke was scrambling like her, as shy
about being found naked as she was incensed.
	"I'll tell you, you'd be perfect in the movies," Lloyd was moving
back to his slimy, seductive spiel. "And it's good money. You have any
idea how much you could make with a rack like that?"
	"I'm sure it's oodles," Emma said coldly, hiding behind a blouse
that forced her decision to cover her boobs or her crotch, "And I still
don't care. Now get out of here, you leering, lecherous old man!"
	Lloyd snorted at the 'old man' and pretended his offense made him
pull his head out of the tent's fly. Emma knew it was because there was
nothing more for him to see. She didn't like him. She didn't care if
he'd make her rich. She wouldn't work for him- ever.
	But after Luke sheepishly crept out of the tent to do Lloyd's
bidding, she lay back and let her mind wander over the possibilities.
She remembered the scene of the man with the blonde before her solitude
went to hell. She tried to put herself in the blonde's place. Only her
imagination confused the stark reality she had witnessed with the
Hollywood of her dreams.
	"God, Emma, you're gorgeous," said the fawning director.
	It was a lavish set, her gown was a pouf of feather boas and the
director, in jodhpurs and a beret, was slick and probably gay. She was
like a queen. Even the crew beamed with appreciative smiles and a few
sighs. And she wasn't even naked yet.
	"I'm ready to get to work. Where is my leading man?" she asked
her imaginary director in her imagination as she shed the imaginary
gown while she wiped her real blouse across her chest and let it fall
to the floor of the tent.
	Emma took the real pose of herself on the imaginary bed, lounging
back, one leg drawn up and a hand covering one breast. Her other hand
slipped between her closed thighs and gripped her sex. Her imaginary
leading man approached and she wanted her dream to feel real.
	Of course she didn't need to suck his dick. He climbed over her
on the bed and parted her legs, blocking the camera with his back. It
was oddly modest for that type of film. But the cock she imagined going
in her was real. Or, in her imagination the cock was really going in
her whether the camera got a good shot or not.
	She rocked on her fingers imagining the cock and how so many
people were watching her. In her imagination, the set included walkways
overhead along with various crew members on ladders and a passel of
them grouped around the camera. There were 40 or 50 of them, all
watching. However much they could see, Emma was still getting fucked in
front of them.
	The very idea seemed to overwhelm her imagination of the cock.
Her fingers raced in her cunt to the visions of eyes, eyes watching her
with a man humping determinedly on top of her. She was beginning to
sweat.
	What am I doing? Emma asked herself. This isn't the time for
that. If they're off to make a fuck-flick, then I should have some
time to myself in the bathroom.
	Joys of masturbation aside, Emma wanted a warm shower more than
an orgasm. It wasn't like she'd sworn off. She just got laid and all
indications were that Luke would be back. And right then she felt
gritty and dirty.
	The shower was hardly warm but it was wet and she felt clean. She
paused for a whole minute reminding herself she had come to be alone 
and think, and then set out to track the film crew. She had set out
without any plans what to do by herself and peeping on a porn shoot
sounded better than anything else she could think of. She didn't think
she'd be haunted by memories of Kevin while she was watching people 
fuck.
	It was just a naughty thrill, she assured herself, like creeping
up on them unawares as before. She could remember the blonde, Crystal,
laying on a rock and being fucked, but her and Mark or Rod were the
centerpiece of the real show. 
	She could recall with difficulty that Crystal had her legs in
the air, but Luke's position was clear as was the way Lloyd swayed
from side to side, craning his neck as he watched the couple. She
wasn't going to peep on the sex. She was going to watch how you made a
dirty movie. However she felt about them, knowing how they were made
was still more interesting than moping by herself.
	They weren't by the stream again. Emma had climbed to her perch
above, thinking the high ground was best for observation. She looked
around quickly when she heard Lloyds's voice almost on top of her. She
dropped lower when she realized she had nearly stumbled into the middle
of their shoot.
	The stream to her left and down, the filming was taking place to
her right on the top of the rise. Emma had a poor view of the action,
which was lucky because it kept her out of view. All she could see was
Mark, she thought it was, swinging his hips in the direction of
Crystal. She was draped over the back of a couch they must have
dragged through the wood to set on the promontory.
	It was a strange mish-mosh of indoor furniture and outdoor
setting, but Emma guessed the very oddity was the point. She didn't
think the customers care much as long as they got a good close-up of
fucking but that they might feel the novelty on some level. And since
it was the same thing over and over, novelty was probably a good thing.
	Not that she was making herself out to be an expert. To her porn
was the same thing over and over. It was boring, but more because
doing was better than seeing than the repetition. Artful camera angles
was the best you could hope for and Emma saw there was none of that
in Lloyd's production.
	Chuck was creeping around on his knees, peering through the 
viewfinder, as he tried to get a good close-up of penetration. That's
what they wanted to see- that's what they were going to get. To Emma
it seemed they had gone to the bother of setting up the living room
of the open air and were ignoring it in favor of cock and cunt shots.
	The lights swung down for a moment and Emma crept closer to
see what was going on. Mark and Crystal was changing positions. Crystal
knelt in front of the couch and Mark jacked off in her direction.
	"Okay," Mark said and the lights came back up and Chuck was
filming again.
	It was the money shot, the pop shot. Emma had seen enough and
tried to work her way down the incline. On her third step, a rock came
loose and rattled along the rock until it flew out into space.
	"What's that?"
	"Nikki, you imbecile! Watch what you're doing with the mirror!"
	Emma heard the exchange above her. Lloyd was bawling Nikki out
for something. 
	"I said watch it!" Lloyd nearly screamed.
	The next thing Emma saw was Lloyd falling by her. He landed 
awkwardly and then began to howl.
	"My leg! I broke my fucking leg! Nikki! You moron!" Lloyd was
screaming.
	He was no quieter until the car started down the mountain. Nikki
had looked around hopefully, but no one else was going to drive Lloyd
to the hospital. He finally got in and they drove away.
	"Well I suppose you're happy now, Miss Priss!" Crystal turned
on Emma. "You've ruined everything. It's your fault!"
	She wouldn't be goaded into enlarging on her spite. It took 
Luke to unwillingly explain that the shoot was pretty much over. 
There was only one more day and Lloyd wasn't likely to get all he
needed by the time he got back from having his leg looked after.
	"Why don't you shoot without him?" Emma asked. "It's not that
hard."
	"Well, it isn't easy, either," Luke said defensively.
	"It's just the same thing, over and over again," Emma said.
	"See, it's not," Luke said, "You can pour all the light you
want when a woman's on her back, but you got to be careful when her
butt's up or you get a flare."
	"But you know that. You make them fuck and you take pictures,"
Emma said.
	"But how?  In what order? When do they move? I'm busy lighting.
Chuck is seeing through the viewfinder. Who tells him when he going to
run into something?" Luke blurted out.
	Emma found it hard to not laugh. Luke was even making some
kind of sense. They needed more eyes than they had. It was simple as
that.
	"Then I'll tell Chuck when he's going to run into something,"
Emma offered. "I think I can do that."
	Emma didn't take in what she'd proposed for a moment. It took
longer for her to see that she'd wanted to as she watched. But she
didn't make Nikki clumsy. Lloyd's fall was an accident.
	"Miss Priss? We're making kissing movies now?" Crystal was only
the most vocal of the reluctant cast. 
	It took a reminder from Chuck and a nod from Luke to refresh
their memories that Lloyd had the money and wasn't likely to pay if he
didn't have a film. They remained skeptical, however.
	"Where's the shot list?" Chuck asked.
	Emma looked at him dumbly. No one else looked any wiser.
	"Don't tell me Lloyd has it in his pocket. How do we know what
to shoot?" Chuck grumbled.
	"Why don't we go out and make something up," Emma suggested.
	"That's not how it works," Chuck started.
	"I don't need to know how it doesn't work. If you know, tell me
how it does work," Emma snapped.
	"You got to have the right balance, something for everyone,"
Chuck said. "You put it down and then take the shots. It turns into
a movie."
	"But you know all the stuff, right? And you know what you've
done, right? So we'll do something you haven't already. What's wrong
with that?" Emma asked.
	Chuck couldn't find anything wrong. He seemed happier about the
whole situation after Emma yelled at him. She was beginning to suspect
it was a requirement for the job.
	Emma was running her ideas past what the girls had done when they
reached the spot Lloyd landed.
	"What's that?" Luke pointed to the edge of the rock.
	It was Lloyd's shot list. Emma put it in her pocket, intending
to ignore it. She liked her idea of having Crystal and D-light in a
scene together. She saw it as the climax of a progression, probably
the last scene of the tape.
	Since the girls were absolutely not going to kiss unless they
really had to, Emma put them side by side. She had Chuck follow the
men around from the blow jobs by going counter-clockwise around one
side of the girls while the guys went clockwise behind them.
	Chuck said he'd never heard of it, so Emma knew she was on the
right track. It wasn't USC film school, but different was good.
	The frame was lonely. Two guys with two girls widened the frame
without adding enough to make up for the space. It was fine when Chuck
went from one to the other, but the wider shot seemed empty.
	"Luke get in there," Emma told him.
	"I ain't no talent," Luke refused.
	"Chuck, tell him you won't shoot him above the navel. Then
don't," Emma said and turned back to Luke. "No one will recognize you,
now get in there. Let them suck your cock."
	Thank goodness he was less painfully shy in front of a camera
than he was in real life. The result was great. It was hard to account
for another cock appearing, but the footage of both girls trying to
suck the cock while getting fucked from behind was hot!
	It seemed they had only got started when they were packing up.
It had been, to all those not on their first set, enough work to 
call it a day. It had taken more time that it seemed to Emma.
	Emma left the others to the relative spaciousness of the cabin
less two bodies and stayed in her tent. She thought it was good for her
to keep her distance so she retained her authority. Directing had
gone a little bit to her head.
	When she had waited long enough, she went back into the cabin
and found Luke getting on a cot. She promptly dragged him out to her
tent.
	"We might as well take off our clothes out here," she said at
the fly of the tent, shedding her blouse to give Luke some incentive.
"Why did you make me come and get you?"
	Luke mumbled something about not his place as he took off his
clothes and tossed them into the tent. Naked, Emma crawled in first and 
turned to welcome Luke.
	"You're not upset over getting your cock sucked, are you?" she
asked as Luke seemed to be in a mood.
	"No, it's not that," Luke said. "It's just I see how it is."
	After more prodding, Luke admitted it was not knowing where he
fit. As crew it was behind the camera and away from the performers. As
talent, which he felt he'd become because of his cock's cameo, he was
on the other side and, from his observation of talent, a cock on legs.
Directors like Lloyd were strong for the idea that talent was his
playground and Luke was feeling Emma felt the same.
	"What about last night?" Emma reminded him. "You were crew then.
Let's see if it feels different from the other side of the camera."
	Emma had a temptation to accept Luke's logic about immortalizing
his cock in porn. While still oblivious to her signals and hints, Luke
was assured of what he was there to do and didn't need prodding to
climb between her legs.
	It was as much that Emma didn't do more than signal and hint and
let him proceed at his own pace. She was more interested in when that
would be than afraid he'd never get to it, as she had been before. It
was a strange thing to be anxious to get fucked.
	Most times she had felt men were waiting on her, those that
waited. It was odd to want cock before she got it.
	Emma carried on her experiment as Luke fucked her. She tried to
be supportive, arousing, but she kept her mouth shut except for the
stray moan or sigh. Begging wasn't one of the things that made Luke
excited. It intimidated him. She let him thrust away at her and kept
to her own pleasure.
	Just a little more, she thought to herself. Go for it, she wished
mentally as the thick cock brought her to a plateau. She didn't try
to wait. She used her legs to lift into the path of his thrusts. She
fucked herself as much as she could on the stroking cock.
	She let her frustration energize her to greater efforts. She had
been long teetering on the brink when Luke caught the mood and pounded
into her. She started cumming almost from the first hard thrust.
	"Oh god! It's good!" she could help moaning.
	It seemed she had discovered the timing. Luke kept driving his 
cock in her with an ever increasing quickness. He was too close to 
throw off by being satisfied. Emma noticed this vaguely with distracted
interest. 
	Selfishly, it would have been all right if she'd disturbed him.
She was cumming and didn't need him to finish to please her. It was 
kind of nice, though, to have him fucking her in the background as she
felt the lingering sparkling coolness that had washed over her.
	"I cum right in you," Luke gulped a moment later. "I hope that's
all right."
	"It's fine," Emma soothed him. "You can even leave your cock in
me as long as you like."
	One more night and they'd both have the hang of it, Emma thought.
It was a shame they were scheduled to depart the next day.
	For the first time in what seemed days, Emma thought of Kevin.
For the first time since the break-up, the thought didn't disturb her.
She was only upset that the thought hadn't come while Luke was still
on top of her, his cock still in possession of her pussy.
	Kevin was slick enough to have talked some other girl into bed.
Emma couldn't feel superior that she'd found a man, but she doubted
Kevin had also directed a scene in a dirty movie. Her natural
comparison of their fortunes aside, the important part was that she had
stepped right out on her own road without him.
	She had, quicker than she'd even planned, got on with her life.
Her mourning had been cut short and she hadn't had to shed a tear with
the excitement that had interrupted her self-pitying exile.
	"Sun's up! Come on!"
	It was a much nicer way to wake than Lloyd dragging his lighting
man out of the tent. Chuck stood outside and yelled until he saw
movement. They dressed awkwardly and emerged from the tent to see
cast and crew in a loose gathering between her tent and the cabin.
	"Okay, D's A," Emma called out from the shot list. "Can you tell
me what that is?"
	"Carol takes it in the ass," Chuck told her. "You got a location
in mind?"
	There were lots of great places, but Emma was bridled by reality.
She looked at the equipment they had to carry and discarded a flat
summit about a half mile off. Then deep down and dirty in the woods,
she thought.
	Chuck kept looking at her like she was an idiot as they went down
the trail. Emma was having her own doubts as she noticed how the trees
closed in and realized how dark it might be. It was a great place to
fuck- or she'd always thought it might be. She hadn't been the director
of a porn movie when she'd thought it.
	Like she was blessed, or knew what she was doing, there was a
perfect circle of light. The stream had moved from its bank and left a
wide swale of rounded ground that abutted a water-carved rock bank. It
looked like the mouth of a cave if you didn't look too closely.
	Chuck gave her a shrug of approval and began to help Luke set up.
	"Here," Emma called to D-light and dug in the make-up box to
get hair clips to affix some feathers she had gathered along the trail.
	Again chance became inspiration. The suggestion of a cave had
given Emma the idea. Shrugging off Carol's squawk of displeasure, Emma
ripped off the black band she painted around her bright blue eye shadow
from a cave man movie she'd seen.
	D-Light calmed down a little as Emma blocked out the scene. Rod
would sneak up from the glade as she played with sticks in front of
the pretended cave. He'd grab. She'd struggle. When she saw his cock,
she'd change. She'd blow him and then turn her ass up and wiggle it
so he'd know what she'd want.
	Both players seemed content to limit themselves to grunts rather
than learn dialogue.
	Emma felt herself move into the rhythm of filming. Next time she
might have a run through with the camera rolling to get all the wide
shots before they reset and did detail. She could see it as they
stopped to do the close-ups of D-light sucking cock.
	Rod would come out and grab her. She'd struggle. He move up and
fuck her face and she'd start to help a moment later. They'd have the
long shots of D-light sucking cock, but when she turned over and made
her offer, all they would need was her reactions to a cock in her ass.
	They could stay on Rod bumping her from the back to have some
extra footage to cut in, but then all they would need was the sex and
it would be done. No going back and forth.
	D-light was eager - and naughty. Emma decided she did have some
talent. A moment before she had been cracking gum and massaging her
asshole to make it easier to take a cock. They went right to Rod
putting his cock in her ass.
	They had reset to get the bit of D-light putting her ass up and
inviting Rod. Emma told Rod to put it in and Chuck to just move in to
get the medium shots of Rod shoving it in her butt. They heard the
crashing in the brush.
	"What the fuck are you doing?!" Lloyd wanted to know as he limped
toward the clearing.
	"Keep rolling!" Emma told the others. 
	"We're making a fuck movie. That offend you, darling?" Emma tried
to sound like Lloyd had before.
	"This is!" Lloyd said before Emma made him break off by pulling
him and making him hop on his immobilized leg with a wince.
	"This is a movie set and you need to get out of range of the
sound," Emma said. "It's your set. There was concern you wouldn't be
able to complete the movie so we all pitched in to save your ass."
	"You're the director?" Lloyd sneered.
	"We talked it over. Chuck can operate the camera. Luke knows the
lights. Talent knows how to fuck. Director was the only job that didn't
need any skill," Emma said. "So I took over the easy job. I can bitch
and get in the way just as well as you."
	Lloyd regarded her with disgust but he had more important things
on his mind.
	"What did you get?" Lloyd asked.
	"Hey - can't hold out here!" Rod called out.
	There was a delay as they set up for the pop shot.
	Lloyd watched with disdain, but he couldn't or at least didn't
find anything to fault.
	Emma told him of the scene she'd dreamed up. She wasn't happy to
see the smile spread over Lloyd's face. She didn't think he was glad of
her help and she was right.
	"How many scenes have you done, Carol?" he asked.
	"Just finished the third," Carol said happily.
	"So now what are you going to do?" Lloyd gloated at her.
	"Look on the list and shoot the last scene, although I think that
one with both of them should be last in the final cut," Emma said.
	"But you can't," Lloyd said smugly. "You can't go off from the
shot list like that. Whose scene is it?"
	"D-light's," Emma said.
	"Oh no," Lloyd didn't let her finish. "I just asked. Carol's done
her three scenes, the three scenes we're paying her for. And don't ask
about Jane. She's more expensive than Carol and I'm not paying Carol
any extra."
	Emma hardly let that sink in. She didn't let herself think about
it. She concentrated on the way Lloyd was sneering and her desire to
shove it down his throat. It was obvious and she had to say it before
she chickened out.
	"What would you pay me?" she asked.
	It wasn't quite what she wanted. The sneer became a leer as if
she was a bunny that had hopped into the wolf's den and asked what was
for supper.
	"For one scene?" Lloyd asked.
	"Now hold that thought. I'll make a deal with you for the money,"
Emma said.
	Lloyd regarded her suspiciously, but didn't interrupt.
	"You keep the money and go back to the cabin. I'll direct myself
and you'll have your film," Emma said.
	"No credit," Lloyd said.
	Emma looked at him dumbly.
	"No co-director," Lloyd said and she laughed.
	The exchange had held her attention better than she'd hoped. It
was only after Lloyd agreed that what she'd done crashed down on her.
To win a stupid argument over a film that was nothing to her and none
of her business, she'd offered to fuck on film.
	Even as she tried to let the thought crush her, the truth seeped
in. Somewhere in her head she wanted it. Whether some stupid
competition with the girls or need to be accepted in the crew or to
prove Lloyd wrong, she wanted to prove she could do it.
	It was a sexy kind of fantasy, she recalled. But at that level of
reality, she had to weigh the chance that she would be recognized and
how she could explain. She remembered putting Luke in the shot. It
would show how she was to do that and then not be willing to do the
same.
	She was grasping for excuses now. There was a film to be
completed. She'd said she'd do it and the sooner the better. Emma
steeled herself with that pressure and tried to return to objectivity.
	"There's another spot along here," Luke called out from behind
some trees.
	It was the bend the stream had taken to vacate the location they
had just used. The stream was narrow there and ran along a low, mud
bank. There was an open area on the other side.
	"You want your feathers back?" Carol sneered at Emma.
	Damn betcha. It made a companion piece in Emma's mind. She'd be
a different primitive woman accosted while... while banging clothes
on a rock. It flowed from there. Emma hoped she had the guts to
carry it through.
	Hair in a topknot and feathered, face painted, Emma squatted
and slapped someone's shirt on a rock. Mark grabbed the shirt and
pulled her over backwards. She tried to escape and he sat on her face.
A bit later, to allow for the inserts, he pulled her feet up until
she tumbled over and then grabbed her to take her from behind.
	Rod came sliding down the mud bank. Mark tried to motion him
off. Rod waved his hands and pointed. Mark moved out of the way.
Rod got behind Emma and she cried out. She struggled and Rod banged
at her butt. Mark came over to push Rod away. Rod signaled a deal.
	Emma was placed on top of Rod. Mark got behind her and banged
at her rear. That was the easy part.
	True to her intention, they had shot all the wide stuff first.
Now she was wracked with doubt again as they set up to fill in the
rest. She had fixed it so she couldn't back out. What happened was
clear and she had to make good.
	Mark sitting on her face was all right. He covered her up in the
close shots. She thought of other stuff when he fucked her mouth. 
Taking it from behind was no problem either. No one was interested in
making it hard on her. She was lubricated plenty and again had the
comfort that only her ass was filling the frame.
	Rod's turn wasn't as nice. Emma had all the time she needed to
dig at her ass to open it, but it did little good when she bent over
and Rod was pushing his cock against her asshole. She couldn't ignore
what was happening and she was scared. It didn't make it nice when
Rod pushed his cock in her ass.
	Almost magically, there was less of it than might be. In the way
she had planned the scene, she had unwittingly cut up what would have
been an endurance-testing ass fuck into parts. Rod, thankfully, never
got so involved that he put his cock all the way in her ass.
	When it was Mark's turn to take over, it wasn't quite so bad when
his pushed his cock up her ass. It still left Emma too long to ponder
what she'd gotten herself in for and Mark getting quite energetic
ramming his cock in her ass wasn't helping.
	By the time they were sandwiching her, Emma could only hold the
thought that they were nearly done. It wasn't sexual at all by then.
Rod's cock in her pussy was an irritation, which was almost blessed
relief compared to Mark attacking her ass. It was a real sex film with
real sex and Mark was really fucking her ass. It was as much disbelief
as pain for Emma as Mark was giving her all of his considerable cock
and she was amazed at how it felt so far inside her when he slammed it
into her.
	Mark's real joy abusing her butt showed to good effect on his
pop shot. Chuck just had to move in closer as Mark pulled out and
shot all over her ass with hardly any jacking off at all. She worked
on Rod some when Mark had left, but that was additional footage. He
had to stand up and yank his crank some time before he shot off on
her tits.
	"Well, I think we've got something," Chuck said cautiously as
they dragged the equipment back to the cabin. "I guess we'll be all
right."
	Lloyd was just as enthusiastic in his grudging agreement that
they had what they needed when he looked over what had been shot. He
didn't go so far as say it was all right, however.
	He wasn't going to sue because he was a nice guy, he said in 
parting, disregarding his fall had occurred on public land neither in
the care or control of Emma or anyone related to her. Emma was glad
to see them go.
	Even Luke, who had been some comfort, but only because he was
the best pick of slim choices. Emma lounged the rest of the day,
trying to think of something to do. The excitement had ruined her
hopes of resting. She was restless when they'd gone.
	She didn't even sleep over and start in the morning. She slowly
wound her way back to the road by her headlights and went back to her
real life. Kevin? She hadn't given him a thought all day. At least her
trip had cleaned him out of her head.
	She didn't know how the film was received or even if it made it 
to distribution. She didn't wonder if there were accolades given Lloyd
that were due her. She only thought about her experience in stray 
thoughts and in them it seemed it had happened to someone else.
	Then one night Steven brought home a video.
	It was called 'Primitive Wildlife'. It ended with Crystal and
D-light side-by-side being sprayed with a cock in the face as two 
more, in due course, shot all over their butts. Steven made no
comment during the part where the primitive rushed over to show the
other guy what he'd just discovered.
	He'd been too turned on by D-light taking it in the ass and was
busy re-creating it while Emma had her moments on the screen.
	Emma thought of Kevin for the first time in months. She hoped
he'd see Primitive Wildlife. She hoped he'd recognize her. It would
serve him right.
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