INTRODUCTION
THE DICK VAN DYKE SHOW was first shown on CBS from
1961-1966. It was created by Carl Reiner -- for himself. But after
viewing the pilot, he wisely decided to cast Van Dyke in the role of
Rob Petrie, the head writer for "The Alan Brady Show." Reiner
later took the role of Alan Brady.
Trivia from the series abounds, because of the huge amount of
talent involved in the production. Jerry Paris, who played the
dentist neighbor of the Petries, directed many of the episodes, and
went on to direct such series as The Odd Couple, Happy Days, and
Laverne and Shirley among others.
The show made a star of Van Dyke and his co-star, Mary Tyler
Moore, who (of course) went on to spectacular success with her
own show in 1970.
Morey Amsterdam and Rose Marie were vaudeville performers
before the series, and have done countless guest roles on other
series as well. Rose Marie was a regular on The Hollywood
Squares and The Match Game.
The show, despite the fact that the entire run was in black-and-
white, has never left television -- somewhere -- since the shows
were made. It is now shown on cable's Nickelodeon channel.
This particular sitcom is unusual in television history, because it
was one of the first to actually came to a close. In the final episode,
Rob Petrie's book was published, and he resigned from the "Alan
Brady Show" to pursue a literary career. [Mary Tyler Moore took a
similar course when her series concluded, and other more recent
series, like M*A*S*H, have followed suit.]
But this story takes place in the middle of the series, in the year
1963.
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THE DICK VAN DYKE SHOW:
"Even Alan Brady Can't Do THAT on Television!"
The lights were out. Laura lay on her side under the covers. She
heard the bedsprings from the other twin bed in the room, and
smiled, silently, listening. She heard the small "snaps" as pajama
bottoms were undone, then felt the slight chill as her covers were
lifted, and he climbed into her bed behind her.
She felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her ass, and
reached back, patting his hip. His arms reached around her,
caressing her breasts through her thin, silky nightie, bringing her
nipples to full, sensitive erection. He nuzzled her neck, kissing it as
his hand roamed down her body toward her crotch.
She moaned softly as his fingers found the warmth of her groin,
and she parted her knees slightly to allow his fingers to explore
further. He slipped a fingertip under the edge of her panties,
pushing the croch of the lacy garment aside, as his fingers explored
her outer lips.
She rolled over on her back. He kissed the side of her face, then
she turned to meet his kiss with her lips, their tongues sliding
together. As they kissed, she reached down and pushed her panties
down on her hips, lifting her ass slightly off the bed to allow them
to move. She raised her knees, and pushed the panties on down her
legs, then dropped her legs back down to the bed. She kicked the
panties off, as his fingers began to explore again.
She reached over, and wrapped her fingers around his engorged
penis, hard and stiff. She could see in her mind's eye its throbbing,
purple head, the large veins that ran down the shaft.
He plunged a finger into her, and she gasped as his thumb found
her clit, rolling it like a marble in vaseline. She felt her abdomen
warm, the warmth starting at the tip of her clit, spreading through
her body.
She also felt a trickle of moisture that ran from her honey-hole
down to her asshole.
He felt it, too. He slid down, kissing her breast through her nightie,
then pulling himself out of her hand, as he slid down between her
legs. She lifted her knees, pulling them widely apart, as he applied
his tongue to her clit; the gentleness of his tongue as compared to
the roughness of his thumb pleased her, and she moaned softly.
His fingers were still inside her, and she felt him pressing against
the sensitive places inside; he knew her body well.
Her breath quickened, and she arched her back as she felt the first
tremors of orgasm approach. He held her tightly, pressing his
tongue against her clit, just barely moving it, until she began to
shake.
She slid into orgasm, her vaginal muscles clasping his fingers, and
he slid his tongue slowly over her clit as she climaxed.
She pulled on his head. He slid up her body, his cock seeking the
warmth and wetness of her vagina. It slid in, stretching her nether
lips around it, filling her.
He pushed his full length into her, and she clasped his hips with
her legs, trying to pull even more of him into her. She felt his pubic
bone pressing against her clit, and she rolled her hips slightly from
front to back, rubbing her love-button against him, until she was
nearly ready to climax again.
He began to make small strokes, really rocking his hips in
opposition to her movements, his cock barely moving inside her.
Her lips sought his.
As they breathed together, their tongues trying to exchange places,
she dropped her grip on his hips, and he began to move more
freely.
His strokes became longer, although all he was moving was his
pelvis. He was pulling almost completely out of her, then plunging
deeply inside again.
She was climaxing again, her vagina clasping at his cock as he
stroked, then she felt him tense up. He pushed fully inside her
again, and as he ejaculated, she wrapped her legs around him
again, holding him tightly inside her as he gushed his seed into her
happy body.
They rolled over, still joined at the hips, holding tightly to each
other.
"Oh, Rob," she breathed, softly.
:::
Rob Petrie was lying on the sofa in the office, his hand covering
his eyes. Sally Rogers was at the typewriter, her chin leaning on
her fist. Pacing back and forth across the room was Buddy Rogers,
leaning forward, his hands knotted behind his back.
"Now, Alan comes in dressed in a chicken suit..." Rob intoned,
hoping for some help.
Mel Cooley stepped in through the open door.
"...and he runs smack dab into a giant roll-on deodorant," Buddy
cracked.
Mel just looked at him, down his nose. He turned to Rob.
"Sorry, Rob, but there's been a change of plans."
Rob sat up. "What now, Mel?"
"Our guest star had an accident on the set of his new movie. We're
trying to get another guest."
"Oh, gee, Mel, we already wrote the guest star sketch, tailored just
to him. What kind of accident?"
"Well, you know his trademark? Where he jumps off the roof of a
building onto the back of his horse and rides off?"
"Yeah..." Rob nodded.
"Well, the horse backed up. The saddle horn..."
Rob covered his face with his hands. Buddy fell to the floor,
holding his groin. Sally sat back in her chair and roared.
"They say he won't be able to walk for a week, or sit down for
longer than that." Mel frowned.
Buddy sat up on the floor. "So who's the guest now? John Wayne?
James Arness? And who's that guy on 'Rawhide' ... Clint
Westwood?"
"Eastwood, I think," Sally said. "Who's the new guest, Mel?"
"Gina Broccilucci. She's in New York this Friday only, then has to
back to Rome right after the show that night."
Buddy dropped back to the floor with a thud.
Rob looked up at Mel. "That means the cowboy sketch is
competely out," he said, shaking his head.
"Unless she likes to dress up in leather and pack a gun..." Sally
said, smiling.
"Hey, I've seen her in leather," Buddy said.
"Really?" Sally asked.
"Yeah," Buddy sat up again. "That movie... The Bondage of
Brenda."
"What was it about?"
"I don't know; I couldn't keep my eyes on the subtitles." He shook
his hand as if putting out a match. "She's HOT!"
Mel looked at him blankly, then turned again to Rob. "Well, Rob,
Alan expects to have a new script this afternoon."
"Tell him... tell him we'll have it for him," Rob said, rubbing his
face.
"Good." Mel turned on his heel and marched out of the office.
Rob sighed, puffing out his cheeks. Sally looked at him, and a sly
smile came across her face.
"Say," she said, "why don't we put Alan in that movie Buddy was
talking about?"
Rob cocked his head. "What's your idea?"
Sally got up and walked out from behind the desk.
"Gina walks in," Sally said, taking the role. She steps up to Alan,
and says something in Italian. We put up subtitles that say, 'Hello,
sailor!'"
Buddy joined in, taking on Alan's role. "Then Alan says something
in that fake Italian he does, and the subtitle says, 'I'm not a sailor,
but I want to float in your ocean.'"
Sally turned toward Buddy, and placed a hand on his crotch. "You
must be a sailor; I can feel your mast."
Buddy put his hands on her breasts. "Then these must be the
beacons."
Sally pulled her blouse open, revealing her black lace bra. "My
beacons are flashing. My port is empty."
Buddy leaned forward, putting his face between her breasts. "My
tide is rising."
Sally dropped to the floor, pulling Buddy on top of her. Buddy
began to dry-hump her, as Sally cried, "My ship has come in!"
Rob stood up, and stepped over to the hallway door, and pushed it
closed. He shook his head at the other two, as they stood up and
Sally began to rebutton her blouse.
"You know we can't do that on television," Rob said, in a soft
voice.
"Who's talking about television?" Buddy said, raising an eyebrow.
"It's time for a horny-break."
Rob shook his head again. "We don't have time for a horny-break.
We have to get this script ready."
Sally stepped over and took Rob's arm. "Let's get it over with, Rob.
You know he doesn't take very long, anyway."
"It's in my contract," Buddy said.
Rob threw up his hands. He stepped over to the door, opened it,
and hung a sign that said "Creating. Do Not Disturb" on the hook
under their names. He closed the door again, and threw the
deadbolt.
"All right," he said, resignedly. "Horny-break."
Buddy grinned, as he unfastened his pants and dropped them to the
floor. His small, erect cock stuck out from the opening in the front
of his boxer shorts.
"So," smiled Sally, "what is it to be?"
"Doggie-style, on the coffee table," Buddy said, quickly.
Sally nodded. She unbuttoned her skirt, and slipped it off, hanging
it neatly over her desk. She reached up under her slip, and pulled
down her white silk panties, stepping out of them. She hoisted up
her slip, revealing her white-skinned ass. She held her slip up
around her waist, as she turned and walked over to the coffee table.
Rob looked at her as she turned, noting that she had shaved her
pubic hair into the shape of a heart. He smiled, and Sally smiled
back as she glanced down at herself.
"I think I should dye it red," she grinned.
She knelt down beside the coffee table, and leaned over it, pushing
her ass high up into the air.
Buddy slid in behind her, and with one hand, guided his cockhead
to the entrance to her vagina. Positioned, he placed a hand on each
side of her hips, and pressed forward.
Sally gasped as he entered her, initial pain followed by instant
pleasure, as he began slow, measured strokes. She began to press
back against his hips as he moved, trying to get him to stroke
deeper, to press against her clit.
Buddy gasped, and he pressed forward suddenly, his cock jerking
with his orgasm, filling Sally's pussy with his spunk. He pulled
out, and stumbled over to a chair, collapsing on it.
Sally dropped her hips down, and sat back on her heels. She looked
over at Buddy for a moment, then at Rob.
"Are you sure you won't let me do you this time?" she asked.
Rob shook his head. Sally stood up, and took a tissue from a box
on her desk. She turned her back on the two men, raised her slip
again and wiped herself, then put her panties and skirt back on
again.
Rob tossed Buddy's pants over to him. He put them on, slowly.
"Are you two done now?" Rob asked. "Can we get back to work?"
The other two writers nodded. Rob returned to the door, opened it
and took down the "Creating" sign, and went back to the sofa. He
lay down, his hand on his head. Sally moved back around her desk
to the typewriter, and put her head on her hand, resting the elbow
on the desk. Buddy began pacing... their thinking positions.
"So Alan walks in, dressed in a chicken suit..." Rob said.
:::
"Hi, Honey," Rob said, stepping into the kitchen through the back
door.
Laura leaned forward, and Rob kissed her.
"Richie's staying all night at his friend Billy's," Laura grinned. "We
have the evening all to ourselves."
"Good," nodded Rob. "Let's go to the movies."
"Oh, Rob," Laura said.
"Actually," Rob said, dipping a finger into a saucepan on the stove,
"it's sort of work-related. Our guest star this week got changed, and
I've never seen anything she's done."
Laura nodded. "Okay, Now get cleaned up. Supper's ready.
:::
Rob and Laura drove up to the parking lot beside the theater. Laura
looked up at the marquee. "The Bondage of Brenda?" she asked.
Rob shrugged. "It's a foreign film. Subtitled."
He parked the car, then stepped around the back to her door and
opened it. Laura stepped out, and they walked together to the ticket
booth. Laura pulled her short jacket close around her, as a chilly
November breeze blew past. He bought their tickets and they
stepped through the door.
"Is it going to rain?" Laura asked, turning toward Rob.
"I don't think so, why?"
"A lot of the men in here are wearing raincoats."
Rob frowned and looked around. Sure enough, several of the men
in the lobby were wearing raincoats or trenchcoats. He shrugged it
off, and stepped up to the refreshment counter.
"I'd like two small popcorns and two small Cokes, please," he said.
"We don't got small popcorn," the pimple-faced girl behind the
counter frowned. "We got large, extra-large, and tubs."
"Okay. I'll take two large popcorns and two small Cokes."
"The drinks are large, jumbo and super."
Rob sighed. "All right, two large popcorn and two large Cokes."
"No Coke, just Pepsi."
"Pepsis, then."
She set his order on the counter. "That'll be six-fifty."
Rob was stunned. "The tickets were just four dollars."
The girl shrugged. Rob put the money on the counter, and handed
Laura a drink and popcorn. He picked up the rest, and they walked
into the auditorium.
Rob found a couple of seats down midway, and they sat down.
Almost immediately, the lights in the theater lowered, and the
movie began.
Rob winced as he saw the movie start; the print was scratched,
dirty, and the projector needed focusing.
He held Laura's hand, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
He pointed out Gina Broccilucci when she appeared on the screen.
"That's our guest star."
The plotline was thin, and moved slowly, until in the second reel,
Gina's character walked naked onto the screen.
Laura gasped. The girl on the screen was completely naked, and
they were even showing her pubic hair!
"What kind of movie is this?" she whispered.
"Shhh," Rob hushed her. "If it gets too bad, we'll leave."
Laura nodded.
The girl on the screen was grabbed, roughly. Two men began to
fondle her body, pushing her up against a wall. Her hands and feet
were manacled to the wall.
The camera panned down her body, giving the audience a full-
screen closeup of her face, her breasts, her navel, her pubic area.
Laura watched, fascinated and repulsed at the same time. The two
men on the screen began to suck at her breasts, pawing at her body.
Then one of them dropped his pants. The camera watched from
behind as he apparently put his penis into her.
She watched the girl's face; despite her protests, she could see that
the girl was enjoying herself.
Laura glanced up at Rob's face. He was watching, intent, his jaw
dropped open. She casually leaned on him, dropping her free hand
into his lap.
She edged it toward his crotch, and felt a familiar bulge. Rob was
enjoying the movie; his cock was hard.
She glanced around the theater; there were very few women in the
audience. The men in the audience around her had apparently
come alone, each were sitting with gaps of seats between them.
Laura put her attention back to the screen. The second man had
taken the first one's place. Laura watched the man's naked ass
contract and relax as he screwed the bound young woman.
Laura pressed her hand against Rob's cock through his pants. He
looked down at her, then around them. Could anyone see them?
He held his popcorn cup on the leg opposite Laura, blocking -- he
hoped - view of Laura's wandering hand.
Laura slipped her hand up to his zipper, pulling it down, slowly
and quietly. She slid her hand into his open fly, and through the
opening in the front of his boxer shorts. She wrapped her fingers
around his stiffening cock.
The movie screen was darkened; there were scenes of a dungeon-
like room, Gina's character was lost in a maze, apparently.
Laura took advantage of the darkened scene, to pull Rob's cock out
of his pants. Using her thumb, she massaged the head of his cock.
Rob moaned.
She glanced at the screen. The Gina-character was still wandering
around naked in the dark. Laura glanced behind her. There were
only a few men scattered behind her, their faces upturned to the
screen.
Laura slipped down in her seat, leaning over Rob's lap. She
extended her tongue, and touched the head of his cock.
Rob jumped as he felt her tongue. He glanced down, then to left
and right. Nobody watching. He felt her lips sliding down his shaft
and the warmth of her mouth on his cock.
She rolled her tongue around his cockhead. She could feel his body
stiffening. She redoubled her movements, until with a gentle grunt,
he came, filling her mouth with semen. She sucked gently until he
stopped spurting, then swallowed.
She tucked his deflating penis back into his pants. She struggled a
moment with his zipper, until he reached down and pulled it closed
himself.
She raised back up in her seat, and lay her head on his shoulder
again, just as the picture on the screen became brighter again.
They sat there as the film unreeled... Gina tied naked to a wheel,
Gina tied ass-up over a sawhorse, Gina tied face down on a table...
all the while, the two men pawing her body, filling the screen with
simulated sex. At least Laura thought it was simulated...
The movie ended. Laura thought she heard the sounds of zippers
being pulled up all around the auditorium, but she must have been
mistaken.
:::
Rob turned out the light. Laura waited to hear his bedsprings creak
as he climbed into bed. She got up, shrugged out of her nightie,
and stepped across the short space between their beds. She slipped
under his covers and into his arms.
They cuddled and kissed, and Laura's hand slipped down to his
penis, hard and hot, standing away from his body. She unsnapped
his pajama bottoms, freeing his cock from all restraints.
She straddled his body, leaning forward to brush her taut nipples
across his chest. She reached back, grasping his penis, guiding it to
the entrance to her vagina.
When she felt his cockhead between her nether lips, she pushed
back, impaling herself on him.
Rob moaned as his shaft slid into her slippery channel. Laura sat
back on him, pushing herself down on his cock, squeezing it inside
her lovenest. Rob reached up with both hands, and placed one on
each of her breasts, the hard nipples pressing against his palms.
She began to move slowly in small circles, rubbing her clit against
his pubic bone, while he pinched and diddled her nipples with his
fingers. She felt warmth spread from her groin in all directions, as
she neared orgasm.
She arched her back, throwing back her dark-haired head, gasping
as contractions began in her pussy, squeezing Rob's cock inside
her, shaking her body.
She fell forward, putting her head under Rob's chin. Rob held her
tightly, and they rolled over. Laura was now on her back, and Rob
began to move his hips, drawing his thick cock in and out of her
dripping pussy.
Laura began to move with him, meeting his thrusts with a pelvic
tilt, squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles, until Rob was
breathing hard. She felt his body tighten, and she wrapped her legs
around his hips, holding him deep inside her, as his contractions
began, filling her cunt with his white spunk.
She fell asleep on his chest, his cock still inside her.
:::
Buddy was pacing back and forth across the office floor. Rob
walked in and hung his hat on the hatrack. He stepped over to the
sofa, and sat down, watching Buddy pace.
Buddy's face was a sea of emotion. He was obviously thinking
furiously, acting out several roles in his head. Rob knew better
than to interrupt it; some of their best sketches had come from just
such stormy pacing.
Buddy stopped, turned on his heel, and faced Rob. "I've got it," he
said, "I've got the Gina Broccilucci sketch."
He dashed over to the typewriter, and began to hunt-and-peck, his
fingers moving in a blur.
Rob stood behind him, reading over his shoulder. "This is good,"
he said, grinning. "This is good..."
:::
Mel Cooley was smiling. It wasn't often that he smiled, especially
this time of day. Usually, his brother-in-law, Alan Brady had raked
him over the coals over some small trivial mistake. But this time,
Alan had been in a good mood.
The script for the guest star spot WAS excellent, he agreed,
smiling again to himself as he walked down the hall to the writer's
office.
He stepped up to the door, expecting to find it open, as it usually
was. But it was closed. A small sign hung from a hook on the
outside of the door. "Creating. Do Not Disturb."
A small frown wrinkled Mel's brow. How dare they? Lock me out?
He listened; he could hear muffled voices, and a strange, creaking
noise. He turned the knob. The door was unlocked.
Slowly, he opened the door, and peeked inside.
Aghast, he let the door open fully. "What is the meaning of this?"
he bellowed.
Buddy looked up at him. He was lying on the coffee table, his
trousers in a wad around his feet. Sally was straddling him, riding
his hips like a hobbyhorse.
"Hiya, Baldy," Buddy grinned.
Rob rushed around behind Mel and closed the door. "It's a horny-
break," Rob explained.
"A WHAT?"
"Its in my contract," Buddy grinned. "Look it up."
Sally turned and looked at Mel. "Come over here, Mel."
Mel was so flustered, he fell into an old habit. He did what he was
told.
He stepped hesitantly up to Sally, who grabbed him by the belt.
She unzipped his trousers quickly, and plunged her hand inside.
Her eyes lighted up.
"My gosh, Mel," she smiled at him. "Why have you been hiding
this monster?"
She pulled his penis out through his fly. Still flaccid, it was eight
inches long.
Sally leaned over, drawing the tip of his penis between her lips,
sucking gently.
Mel closed his eyes, unable to protest. His penis began to expand,
growing to its full erect length. Sally sat still on Buddy's cock,
wrapped both hands around Mel's shaft, and still had space to
move her mouth up and down on Mel's cockhead.
Buddy, trapped under Sally, and astonished at the size of Mel's
massive organ, fell silent.
Rob stood and watched, a bulge starting to show in the front of his
pants.
Sally continued to work on Mel's cock, moving her mouth over his
cockhead, swirling her tongue around the purple mushroom. She
began to move again on Buddy's cock, suddenly a little inadequate
for her needs.
Buddy tensed, and he came with a grunt.
Sally lifted herself off Buddy's cock, and without letting go of
Mel's penis, she moved to the floor. She removed her mouth from
Mel's cockhead, lay down on the floor, pulling Mel down with her.
She guided Mel's penis to the entrance to her pussy. Mel, lost in
confusion, followed her unspoken instructions, and pushed his
cock deep inside her.
"Oh, yes!" Sally cried. "Fill me up!"
Mel began to stroke, his huge cock sliding in almost to the hilt,
then back out again, leaving just the head inside her, then again,
and again.
Sally began to croon, and suddenly, her back arched, and she
gasped, "Oh...my....God!" Her body convulsed, heaving on the
floor. Mel grunted, and he climaxed, his semen mixing with
Buddy's in Sally's pussy.
Rob had opened his pants, and was stroking his penis, slowly.
Mel rolled off Sally's body, and curled up in a fetal position on the
floor. Sally sat up, breathing heavily. She looked up at Rob, a
question in her face.
Rob nodded.
Wordlessly, Sally crawled over to Rob on her knees, and took hold
of Rob's penis, sliding it into her mouth, her tongue working
furiously over its knobbed head.
It didn't take much of this; Rob's semen burst from him, coating the
back of Sally's mouth.
He pulled back, she sat back on her heels. Rob collapsed on the
sofa.
Sally looked around at the exhausted men around her, then clasped
her hands over her head, in a boxer's victory salute.
:::
It was quiet in New Rochelle. Laura wiped the kitchen table again,
even though she had just done it.
She was waiting, and she was bored. Millie had called her a few
minutes ago, asking if she could "borrow" her clothes dryer.
She sat at the kitchen table, then remembered her coffee. She got
up and retrieved it from the counter, then sat at the table again. She
drummed her fingers impatiently.
The tap on the back door was faint. Laura got up and opened the
screen door, letting Millie and her laundry basket in.
"Thanks, Laura," Millie said, loading her laundry into the dryer.
"Jerry said he was going to fix ours, but he's only good at fixing
teeth."
"Coffee?" Laura asked.
Millie nodded.
Laura went back to the kitchen and poured herself another cup, and
one for Millie.
Millie dropped into a chair at the dinette. Laura set the coffee cup
in front of her.
"So, where'd you go last night?"
"Rob and I went to the movies." Laura sat down.
"Really? What did you see?"
"Bondage of ... someone or other," Laura said.
"Oooooh," Millie said. "Bondage of Brenda? Hot stuff!"
Laura blushed. "Have you seen it?"
"No," Millie laughed. "But I've heard about it. It's banned in
Boston, y'know?"
Laura shook her head. "I've never seen anything like it."
"So how come? Rob get a yen for dirty movies?"
"The star is guesting on Alan Brady's show this week."
"Oh. Learn anything?"
Laura blushed again. "There were things in there I've never seen
before. Not even dreamed about."
"Like what?"
"Like they kept tying her up... and then there was a scene where
these two women..."
"Yeah? Two women? What'd they do?"
Laura was flustered. "Oh, Millie..."
"Did they do this?" Millie reached across, and pressed her hand
against Laura's breast.
Laura's eyes widened, and she looked into Millie's eyes.
Millie got up and moved behind Laura's chair. "Or this?" she said,
reaching down with both hands, cupping Laura's breasts. She
began to squeeze gently, massaging them. She felt Laura's nipples
begin to stiffen under her bra.
Laura looked up, a puzzled expression on her face. Millie bent
down and kissed her lips lightly.
"Millie... " Laura said, softly, "What are you doing?"
Millie's fingers moved to the buttons on Laura's blouse, undoing
them quickly. She slipped her hands inside Laura's blouse, her
fingers moving under her bra.
"Millie, I..."
"Shhh," Millie touched Laura's lips with an index finger.
Millie pulled Laura's bra up, over her breasts. She took Laura's
nipples between her fingers, twirling them to full erection. She
leaned forward again to kiss Laura's lips.
Millie slid her tongue through her lips, tickling Laura's until they
parted, involuntarily. Their tongues met in Laura's mouth, a spark,
like electricity, passing between them.
They kissed for a long moment, then Millie moved around Laura's
chair. She pushed Laura's blouse over her shoulders, and Laura
reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She shrugged out of it.
Millie knelt down on the tiled kitchen floor, leaned forward, and
took Laura's nipples each by each between her lips, tickling their
tips with her tongue.
Laura pushed her chair back and stood up. She took Millie's hand,
and pulled her to her feet.
She led Millie out of the kitchen, through the living room and into
her bedroom.
Millie pulled off her blouse and capri pants. Laura was somewhat
surprised that Millie wore no bra. Laura unfastened her slacks, and
Millie pushed them down over her hips, taking her panties with
them, so that Laura now stood before her naked.
Millie stayed crouched as Laura stepped out of her pantlegs, her
face at a level with Laura's dark-furred mound. She reached
forward, caught Laura's hips, and held them still while she pressed
her nose into the fur.
Laura gasped as Millie's hands moved around her hips, taking hold
of her asscheeks. Millie moved her mouth down, extending her
tongue to barely touch the deep groove between Laura's legs.
Laura moved toward her bed, sitting on the edge, as Millie crawled
on her knees following the dark patch of fur. She remained
kneeling on the floor, as Laura opened her knees, and leaned back
on the bed.
Millie moved forward, pressing her mouth against the button of
Laura's clit. She brushed it with her tongue, as Laura let out a soft,
deep moan.
Laura fell back onto the bed, and lifted her legs, opening herself
more completely to Millie's probing tongue. Millie put her hand up
under her chin, her fingertips exploring Laura's nether lips, waiting
for her to let go, for her "flower" to bloom.
And bloom it did. As Millie tickled Laura's clit with the tip of her
tongue, Laura's pussy opened, releasing the sweet musky scent of
ripe woman. Millie slid a finger inside her.
Laura sighed. Her body was responding to Millie's touch much as
it did to Rob's. When she had seen this in the movie last night, she
thought it would feel so weird, so strange... but this -- this was
nice. Very nice.
Millie slipped a second finger into Laura's pussy.
Laura's body began to quiver. Laura reached down, holding
Millie's head still, trapping it in the position it was now in -- her
lips around Laura's clit, her tongue caressing it.
Millie pressed up with her fingers, and Laura jerked, her pussy
clamping around Millie's fingers, her body shaking with the force
of her orgasm.
When her shaking slowed, Millie licked her way up Laura's body,
until she reached Laura's mouth.
Laura hesitated a moment at the scent of her own juices on Millie's
face and mouth, but only a moment. She opened her mouth to
Millie's probing tongue, the two oral organs dancing in the space
inside their mouths.
Laura pushed Millie over onto her back, her hands seeking Millies
smaller, but very responsive breasts. She broke the kiss, moving
her mouth quickly to Millie's nipples, sucking gently on the dark-
hued nubbins until Millie began to moan.
She moved down to Millie's sparsely-haired mound -- did she
shave it? Millie parted her legs, and Laura got her first good, close-
up look of another woman's engorged cunt. Millie's clit was fairly
large, peeking out from between the thick lips of her pussy. Laura
tongued it tenatively.
"Yes," Millie whispered. "That's it..."
Laura pressed forward, pressing her lips around Millie's clit,
rolling it with her tongue. It was almost like sucking Rob's
cock...but much smaller of course, she thought, smiling inwardly.
She moved a hand up, parting Millie's cuntlips, sliding a finger,
then two inside her, while she continued to stroke the clit with her
tongue.
Millie's pussy was very warm, and it exuded a musky scent Laura
had smelled only on herself after a long lovemaking session with
Rob. She felt Millie's body tense up under her, Millie's back
arching slightly.
Laura's mind came quickly back to the present. She began to move
her fingers in and out of Millie's pussy, slippery with her juices.
"Oh," Millie whispered. "Oh! OH!"
She began to shiver, a wave of orgasm sweeping through her. She
squeezed Laura's fingers with her vaginal muscles, then pushed
Laura's face away from her groin.
Laura moved up and lay beside her. Millie wrapped her arms
around Laura, pulling her close. They lay quietly, until they heard
the buzzer sound on the dryer.
:::
Alan Brady flashed his trademark grin at himself in the mirror,
then frowned, reached up and snatched the toupee from his head.
He put it on one of several wig blocks in front of him, and picked
up another one.
Arranging it on his head, he smiled at the mirror again. He nodded.
That's the one.
He leaned back in his chair. "MEL!"
Nobody answered. He pushed a button on his intercom. "MEL!"
No response.
Alan got up from his desk and walked to the door of his office.
"MEL!" he shouted down the hallway.
He stomped out the door and down the hall, to the receptionist's
desk. "Marge, have you seen Mel?"
"I think he went down to the Writers' office, Mr. Brady."
Alan stomped down the hallway toward the Writers' office. The
door was open. He stepped inside. Mel was sitting on the sofa, a
cup of coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other.
"Mel, have you lost your mind, or your hearing?" Alan asked. He
paused a moment "...or your job?"
"Take it easy on Mel, Alan," Sally said, softly. "He's just been
Sallied."
"Sallied?"
"Exactly." Sally motioned to Rob, who rehung the sign, and locked
the door.
Sally slipped a hand down to Alan's crotch. "Ooooh," she cooed, "I
think Alan's as well-equipped as he's rumored to be!"
She knelt down in front of Alan, unzipped his trousers and fished
inside. She brought out his penis, seven inches of limp meat.
Sally took his cock into her mouth, working it with her tongue.
Alan paused only a moment before he grasped her head. Rob
watched, fascinated, as Alan's love gun expanded, growing to its
full size, a monster cock.
She took more of him into her mouth, but she 'bottomed out' before
she could take him completely in. The other men watched as she
took a deep breath, then pushed herself further down Alan's shaft.
Her throat expanded as his cock entered it.
"My gosh," Buddy said, "look at that!"
She held him deep in her throat for a long moment, her nose buried
in his pubic hair, then released him, gasping for breath.
She pulled back, and dropped to the floor, pulling Alan down on
top of her. His cock slid into her pussy, as she wrapped her legs
around his hips, pulling him into her until his huge cock was
buried deep inside her.
He began to move, slowly at first, pushing deep inside her, then
pulling almost all the way out, then back in again. As he continued,
he sped up, with Sally meeting his movements.
Rob and Buddy leaned forward for a better view, as Sally began to
shiver, then together, Sally and Alan gasped. Sally's pussy grabbed
at Alan's cock as he began to spurt inside her.
"Oh! Oh!" Sally gasped. She sighed heavily, as Alan rolled off of
her, his deflating monster flopping out of his trousers.
Mel lit another cigarette, and handed it to Alan.
"Sallied..." whispered Alan.
:::
Gina Broccilucci was as lovely in person as she had been in the
movies. Rob gulped as she passed him in the hallway, nodding to
her in greeting.
She walked on down the hallway a few steps, then turned. "You!"
Rob turned.
"You... You are Robert Petrie, are you not?" she asked.
Rob nodded.
"You are head writer?"
He nodded again.
"Good. I want to talk to you about this." She held out a copy of the
script.
"Is there something wrong with it?"
"There is nothing wrong," she whispered, huskily. She stepped up
to him, then reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. She
pressed her lips against his.
Rob held back; she smelled of perfume and cigarette smoke and...
musk? She pressed harder against him, her soft breasts pressing
against his chest. She could not be wearing a bra.
Slowly, his arms wrapped around her body, as her tongue darted
out of her mouth, tickling his lips.
His lips parted slightly and her tongue darted between them.
After a moment she broke the kiss. "Where is your office?"
Buddy and Sally had gone out for lunch. The office was empty. He
led Gina inside, nervously. Gina closed the door behind them.
"Does this door lock?" she asked.
Rob pushed the deadbolt closed, and Gina was all over him again.
One arm around his neck, the other clasped around one asscheek.
Her lips pressed again against his, and he responded, holding her
close.
They inched over toward the sofa. Gina broke the kiss, and sat
down, pulling her skirt up over her knees.
Rob sat down, nervously, beside her.
"I want to rehearse the script," she said. She lay back on the sofa,
lifting and parting her knees. She wore nothing under the skirt.
Rob gazed at the dark pubic hair and wet pussy below.
"Rehearse?" he said.
"Fuck with me," she said, smiling.
Her hand reached up and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him toward
her. He fell forward, pushing his face into her bosom.
"Ah," she said, laughing softly, "You are boobie-man."
She opened her low-cut blouse, freeing the soft globes beneath.
She pressed Rob's face against one, and he could not help but take
the massive nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently.
"Mmmmmm," Gina moaned. "Now fuck with me."
Rob's cock was taut, aching. He reached down and unfastened his
trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers. His penis
sprang forth.
Gina wrapped her fingers around it. "Big. I like big."
She pulled it toward her, and Rob shifted his position until he was
lying atop her. His cock slid deep into her, and she began to pulse,
rocking her pelvis forward and back, drawing his hefty member
into and out of her.
He began to move with her, each stroke becoming deeper, until she
moaned softly with each stroke. Her head tilted back; she breathed
deeply, her eyes closed into mere slits, her mouth open, soft and
submissive.
He was nearing orgasm; he fought against it, wanting her to come
first, then she shuddered and gasped.
She held her breath as her cunt squeezed Rob's cock, and he
ejaculated, driving his cock deep inside her.
They lay together on the sofa, gasping.
Rob heard the doorknob turn, then there was a banging on the
door.
"Rob, are you in there?" Buddy's voice.
Rob scrambled to his feet and pulled his trousers back up. Gina
slowly buttoned up her blouse, a sly, knowing smile on her face.
Bang bang bang. Sally's voice came through the door, "Rob, are
you all right?"
Rob glanced over at Gina. She was again "decent", her skirt pulled
down over her knees again. He ran a hand over his hair, stepped
over to the door and pulled back the deadbolt.
Buddy and Sally entered.
"What's going on?" Buddy asked.
"Just a little script conference," Rob said, fumbling with his tie.
"Have you met our guest star this week, Gina Broccilucci?"
Gina stood up, and smiling at Rob, she picked up her script. "I
think it is fine just the way it is, Mr. Petrie."
"Pleased to meet you," Sally and Buddy said, together.
Gina walked out of the office, her hips swaying sexily from side to
side.
Buddy stared after her, and at the empty doorway for a long
moment.
Finally, he clapped his hands to his head, and shouted "Horny-
break!"
:::
Buddy was just finishing, as the doorknob turned, and there was a
banging on the door.
Buddy zipped up hurredly, and Sally dropped her skirt back down
around her legs, as she got up from her desk.
Rob opened the door. There stood Mel, a sad expression on his
face, and a tear
in his eye.
"What's the matter, Mel?" Buddy wisecracked. "Alan kick you in
the ass again?"
"Rob... Sally... Buddy..." Mel sniffed. He seemed on the verge of
tears. "Something terrible has happened."
Rob led Mel into the office, and directed him to a chair. Mel pulled
a handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped his nose. Then he took
off his glasses and dabbed his eyes.
Sally was suddenly concerned; she had never seen Mel like this,
even when Alan had fired him.
"The show tonight is cancelled," Mel continued. "Out of respect
for..." He blew his nose noisily into his handkerchief. "And it was
such a good script, too."
"Mel, what happened?" Sally insisted.
"Today, in Dallas, President Kennedy was shot and killed."
Stunned, Rob sank into the sofa and Sally sat back on the edge of
her desk. Buddy fell to the floor.