She jerked upward once with superhuman strength, then fell back, wantonly convulsing on the uncovered couch. Her frantically quivering legs beat against the softness of the cushions, and her breath came in home rasping gasps as the violent, but exquisite, seizure rocked and racked her ripe young body.
She felt, momentarily, that she was one gigantic cunt… coming, coming, coming… that every part of her was part of it, and rejoicing. Even above her own pleasure, however, was the sudden knowledge that the beautifully pulsating cock that had carried her to this peak of glory was pumping hot, thick spurts of sperm far up into her quivering belly. His hot jizz mingled with her juice and they formed a pool of sexual bliss that shimmered and shone in the volcano of her cunt.
Her heart was pounding as though it were about to leap from her breast and a great exhaustion, almost to death itself swept over her. Her legs went limp, her hands fell to her side, and she felt her mind drifting away into sweet oblivion.
Suddenly, the glare of bright lights in the worn yanked Kit out of her reverie.
She looked up to see Claudia Adams standing in the doorway.
"Did you get it all?" Lance said, glancing at Claudia and then looking down at Kit, his face contorted with a hateful, leering grin.
"Every lustful frame of it," Claudia said, matching Lance's hate-filled smile and holding up a reel of film. "This should take care of our little
'would-be' star very nicely."
"What… What are you talking about?" Kit stammered, her mind struggling to regain its balance. "Lance, what is she doing here?"
"I'll tell you what I'm doing here," Claudia interrupted, advancing towards Kit and waving the reel of film in front of her. "I'm protecting my interests. I'm the biggest star in this country-if not the world-and I intend to stay the biggest. This little piece of film will help guarantee it."
Her face was flushed, her eyes flashing with borderline insanity, as she spit out the words, inches from Kit's face.
"Let me tell you, little Miss Nobody, if you so much as set foot in a producer's office to audition for a part, I will make sure he gets a COPY of this film, recording for all prosterity your actions tonight."
She paused, a victorious laugh rippling from her throat.
"You may get an offer for a date… but you sure as hell won't get a part in a film!"
"What do you mean I'm fired!" Kit cried leaning across Otto Klinger's desk, her eyes fighting back tears of frustration and anger.
"Oh, get off it, Kit. I told you the facts of life during our little 'lesson', remember?" KIinger leaned back in his chair and looked directly at her. "I told you then that Claudia Adams ran the, show around this town. She can do anything she wants, to anyone she wants. And she wants you fired."
"But it's not fair!" Kit exclaimed. "Lance Westwood was on that film, too, and I don't see anybody firing him!"
"Of course not, you silly child. He's a man. Something like this would only add to his 'macho' image!" Klinger rose from the desk and moved to the door, opening it for Kit. "Sorry, Kit, because you really have some talent. But you can't fight Claudia Adams. Take my advice. Forget movies. Look for a job as a secretary."
"Is Michael in?" Kit said, bursting through the elevator door into the reception area to Michael
Reynolds' office his beautiful blonde secretary, looked up from her desk. "Kit, honey, what's wrong? You look like you've been run over by a truck!"
"A truck full of garbage!" Kit said bitterly. "I have to talk to Michael. Is he in?"
"No, he's in Palm Springs going over locations. Lot's go in his office where we can talk. I've got a big shoulder," Sandra said, leading the younger girl through the massive doors.
When Kit had finished recounting the details of the last twenty-four hours, including getting fired off the picture, Sandra rose from the couch and moved to the window.
"That fucking bitch cunt," she hissed. "She's done it again."
"What are you talking about?" Kit asked, looking at the beautiful woman who had made such fantastic love to her on Steinburg's boat.
"I'm talking about… Sandra Fleming," the other woman replied, gazing out the window with a wistful, far-away look in her eyes.
"But, that's… you," Kit hesitated, trying to grasp the implication of the woman's words.
"It was me," Sandra said, "two years ago. I was considered the hottest new property at Galaxy Studios. Until I crossed paths with Ms. Claudia Adams. I took a role away from her that she wanted badly. Of course, she was too old for it, but her ego wouldn't let her admit it. Instead, she set me up exactly the same way she did you-in living color, complete with sound. No one would touch me after that… at least, not for a role in a film."
The blonde sighed, then slowly crossed over to the couch where Kit was sitting.
"I tried everything, offering to take bit parts for scale, anything, just to keep working. But she'd done her dirty work well. Finally, Michael convinced me that I was butting my head against a stone wall, and offered me this job. At least I'm still involved in the business.
Her voice trailed off for a moment, then she abruptly turned to Kit
and took the younger girl in her arms, holding her close to her pillow-like tits.
"Kit, baby, get out… get out of the business before you're destroyed.., or before you end up like me, still dreaming dreams that can never be."
Kit broke from her embrace and stood, her eyes blazing with challenge. "I can't, Sandra. You don't understand. I'm going to be in the movies! I just have to! One way or another… I'm going to be in the movies!"
Sandra shook her head and sighed, "Oh, Kit… Kit, honey."
"Sandra, can I use your phone?" Kit said suddenly.
"Sure, sure, go ahead."
Kit quickly dialed the number of her apartment. Terri picked up the phone on the third ring.
"Terri, what was the name of that producer you were telling me about?"
Returning from lunch, Louie Pierce eyeballed the big tits of the blonde sitting in the waiting worn and nodded to his brother to follow him into his office.
"Where did you find her?" Louie asked.
"She came to the office this morning," the brother said. "Says she's had some experience making this kind of movie. She wants a job."
Not bad, Louie thought. The girls they usually got for their type of films rarely had any beauty or class. This girl appeared to have both.
"Take her to the screening room," Louie said.
When he entered the screening room five minutes later, she was sitting alone.
"Your brother went to get drinks," she said. "What was you name again?" he asked, sliding in beside her and flicking the rewind button on the videotape machine.
"Kit… Kit, Mr. Pierce. Kit Kingston."
"Well, Kit, let me show you an example of some of our work," Louie said, flipping on the projector switch.
The scene was taking place in a luxurious, penthouse-type apartment. A girl sat on a bar stool with her back to the camera, talking to someone in the kitchen.
Kit gasped aloud as she recognized the girl's voice. It was Terri.
"It'll be great working in the office with you," Terri was saying. "I can't believe I got the job so easily."
A woman appeared in the kitchen doorway. She was very tall, close to six feet, Kit judged, with ebony-black hair pulled loosely back at the nape of her neck. She was wearing a flowing kaftan, but even that loose-fitting garment failed to hide the jutting thrust of her enormous fits.
"You're a very beautiful girl. I knew Willis would hire you the moment you walked in," she said to Terri.
"What does my beauty have to do with the job?" Terri asked. Kit smiled to herself, thinking that her roommate wasn't such a bad little actress after all.
"C'mon," the older woman replied. "Yow might be able to fool a man…but you're not gonna fool another woman. You're sexy as hell and horny as hell all the time. I can tell. He wants to take you to lunch and get into your pants, like he does all the other girls who work there."
"He'll have to try very hard," Terri said, standing up. She started running her hand up the opening of the kaftan. They smiled at each other.
"Do you mean what I think you mean?" the statuesque beauty said.
"I dig girls," Terri said. "Let's make love, Rachel."
The woman called Rachel reached don and hugged the luscious redhead, rubbing the bulging mound of her pussy over the girl's belly. She caressed Terri's tits through the blouse she wore. They were perfect, so sensuous that they made her shiver and ache for the taste of them.
She pushed up Terri's blouse, moaning softly, and touched the bare titties, loving the warmth and resiliency of them.
Terri drew her down to the floor, and they fell into each other's anus, mouth to mouth in a deep kiss that had them breathing heavily.
Rachel worked the girl's blouse off, stripped her skirt down. Terri was not wearing panties underneath, and her hairy, rust-colored cunt popped into view, the lush mound damp with the dew of her heavy desires. Rachel licked the voluptuous tits, licked down the belly, took a mouthful of hair from the thatch as her fingers toyed with the labes of the young girl's rich, ripe cunt.
"Does that feel good, lover?" the raven-haired woman cooed. "Does it feel good to have another girl suck your cunt?"
"Oh, yes," Terri replied, her body already burning with desire. "Oh, lick my cunt, Rachel. Please eat my pussy," she urged, pushing her crotch towards the other woman's face.
Rachel quickly slipped out of her kaftan and pressed her naked body to Terri's, tits to tits, belly to belly. She ground her cunt-mound against the other girl, and Terri responded excitedly.
From the sound of their voices and the look of mounting passion on both their faces, Kit knew that they had wasted no time getting down to basics. She could see that Terri was doing a beautiful job with her act. In fact, it was soon obvious that she had dropped the act altogether and that, for her, everything was now for real.
Rachel slid up over the young redhead's body and, curling her fingers in the mass of auburn hair, forced Terri's head between her mammoth jugs. They surrounded and smothered the eager face. Terri groaned weakly as the hands guided her moist, parted lips from one peak to another. Feverishly, she took the tits deep into her mouth, flicking each nipple with her tongue to heighten its tension.
Tiny screams came from Terri's throat as she became caught up in the maelstrom of passion. She again dipped her head to Rachel's boobs.
"Oh, you're wonderful," she said, cupping and squeezing the brunette's bountiful knockers in her hands to form a deep; shadowed valley between them.
"Do you like it, Rachel? Do you like me to play, to squeeze, to suck on your lovely nipples like I'm doing?"
"Yes… oh, God, yes. Suck on 'em… suck on them harder," Rachel said, her head thrown back now in a flight of abandoned passion. "Squeeze em till it hurts!"
"Like this?" the younger girl asked.
"More, even more!" Rachel rasped, her voice thick with need. "Lover?"
"Yes?"
"Hit me!"
"What?"
"Hit me! Please… all over. Now… NOW! God, do it! Hurry!"
The request heightened the frenzied passion on the redhead's face. She rolled over onto her knees above the brunette and struck her across the face.
"Yes, lover, yes! All over!"
Terri's tongue flicked at her lips, enjoying the new sensation. Her own tits leaped outward from her body as her brain began to enjoy the treat of inflicting pain on the beautiful woman and feeling pleasure from it in her own tortured body.
She slapped the girl's face again, then her belly, bet tits, her thighs, and then harder, until angry red welts rose on the white skin. The body beneath her hands squirmed and writhed in pleasure, pleasure received from the mounting pain being dealt her.
"It's wonderful, it's doing it to me!" said Rachel, suddenly rising to her own knees and wrapping her arms around the girl. She dug her nails deeply into
Terri's glistening ass-cheeks, holding the other's body back to the thick carpet. "Now, lover, now! You're mine!"
"Do it to me!" Terri was begging. "Give me your tongue!"
The two beautiful female forms, naked and locked in lesbian love, were now writhing in completely unrestrained joy. Terri lay on top of the older woman, her white, globed ass bouncing again and again into the air as she ground her wet cunt harder and harder onto Rachel's willing face and darting tongue.
At the same time Rachel was hunching upward with her hips in a rotating motion that soon smeared all of Terri's lovely face with the sticky juice from her own wet hole. She bad wrapped her legs around the young girl's head, trapping her nose, her 11ps, and her tongue between the wet, hairy lips of her squishy cunt.
"Further, further! Stick your tongue inside my hole, deep inside it! And lick it… lick it out good!" moaned Terri in a muffled voice from between Rachel's glistening thighs.
"That's it! That's it!" answered Rachel in a renewed bunt of impassioned lust. "Lick my clit, baby. Lick it good. Jam your tongue against it… hard… harder! Harder!"
"Are you coming? Are you coming, Rachel?"
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I'm coming! I'm coooommmming!"
"Don't stop… so am I! Ooooohhhhhh! Don't stop!"
Thighs wrapped tighter around heads, hands and fingers crept farther into
deep cracks between ass-cheeks, nails dug deeply into soft, lusting flesh, thighs and pink cunts ran gooey with sweet juices as both bodies stiffened in the climb to the final peak.
Then the screen went black. Louie Pierce turned to Kit, a leering grin on his face and his hand frantically rubbing the massive bulge running along the front of his pants.
"Think you can do that good?" he said, nodding to the blank screen.
"Better," Kit replied. "That was real kit stuff compared to what I can do."
"Then… uh… how about a little audition?" Louie said, his eyes feasting hungrily on the front of her blouse.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Pierce," she said, standing and turning so that puffy outline of her pussy was practically in his face. "What about terms… you know, price?"
"We pay seven-fifty, a film," Louie replied, his mouth watering at her lush closeness.
"Oh, Mr. Pierce," Kit said, "I'm afraid that just won't."
"What?" His mind was hardly registering, he was so hot from the combination of what he had just seen on screen, and the musky scent arising from this incredibly luscious young girl.
"I get three thousand a film, Mr. Pierce," she said, shocking his attention back to her.
"Honey, we don't pay three thousand to anyone," he said.
"I'm worth it. Mr. Pierce…every penny of it."
She removed her blouse, giving him the full force and beauty of her flawless, naked fits. His skin rippled, tingling in waves as he reached out and cupped her wonderful golden jugs with their light freckles and massive dark-brown nipples.
"Jesus," he gasped, "beautiful tits… really beautiful tits."
"Go ahead," she said. "Suck! Put your lips on my tits and suck me. My breasts are sweet… very sweet."
Reverently he sucked first one sprouting nipple and then the other. His lips ran down over the domes of her marvelous knockers to her navel. As if she had mad his mind, she let her belly rock towards the caresses of his lips as he kissed her navel.
"Suck there, too," she said, arching her back and presenting the lushness of her belly to his wet tongue and lips.
"God," he mowed, "I'll bet you are good."
"Oh, I am, Mr. Pierce. I'm a good suck and a good fuck. Three thousand, Mr. Pierce… that's not much, really."
With a deep-throated moan, she rocked her pelvis towards him and began to undo her skin. His face followed the material downward until his chin was tickled by the soft, curly hair of her downy beaver.
Then she abruptly pulled back from his searching lips and began to rub her fingers in and out of her cunt and up and down her belly from her tits to her navel as she stood there in front of him and rocked herself back and forth and
so quivered a little from the sensation of her own fingers as they moved softly across her own naked flesh.
He moaned in anticipation.
She kicked out of her skirt and threw her musky cunt wide open to his advance.
"Go ahead, Mr. Pierce," she cooed. "Try it out. Taste it… smell it… eat a little of it."
Pierce plunged his tongue into her musky gash. Almost immediately it seemed as though her hands were all over his body. His clothes, as if by magic, disappeared from his body. They were everywhere, tickling his back, fingering his cock, stirring him erotically in every way possible.
"You suck good, Mr. Pierce," she moaned. "Do you like it? Is my pussy good?"
"Oh… oh, shit," was all he could groan as her juice filled his mouth.
His tongue slithered through the hot, delicious slit of her writhing cunt. The tip circled around her throbbing clitoris.
Suddenly he realized that they had sunk to the soft carpet. They were lying in the aisle.
Kit was panting like a wild woman and rubbing her cunt all over his face. Again the warm mouth and tongue found her slit. Again he was sucking cunt and his hands were nabbing over tier belly, fits, thighs, and fleshy, firm buttocks. Her groans of passion spurred him on.
Louie felt her body building for an orgasm. He felt her tense, strain, wait, and then her cunt was exploding in a beautiful orgasm.
"Ohhh, God…my pussy, my come! Of my cunt! Suck the juice out of my cunt!"
He kept driving his tongue up her fuck-hole as she shuddered through her come. With each driving thrust, Kit's body would jerk and another groan of passion would erupt from her throat. Her legs came together over his head as her lithe body twisted round.
"What are you going to do?" he piped, barely able to get his breath. "Oh, my God."
She licked the end of his cock. "I'm going to suck your dick, Louie Pierce, and show you just how good an expensive fuck can be."
To his surprise, her tongue shot into his asshole. She laughed. It was muffled against his balls, and her tongue remained solid in his asshole, its tip darting here and there as it touched tender nerves and drove him to supreme bliss.
His tongue shot into her cunt, greedily licking at the honeyed juice. She thrust her pussy into him, opening her slit up completely to his hot tongue-fucking.
Her own tongue snaked out, made a fast swipe at his balls, then began to suck at the base of his cock. A thousand thrills shot through him. He jammed his cock deep into her throat and then pulled it out to its ring, her mouth loving his prick every inch of the way.
His hips began rising and falling slowly. Her wet lips pulled and sucked on his shaft, giving him a sensation of being encased by a warm, clasping cave. He drove his cock in her until his balls were almost in her mouth. He could feel her damp tongue shoot out and love his rocks.
Her tongue and lips massaged his knob, swinging his cock this way, then that. Her pussy hair was creamed with juice. Her cunt was open, red walls showing, and he saw the tip of her cit.
His mouth came down. He licked her beaver, her cunt-cum tasting soft and sweet, as he felt her mouth masterfully massaging the throbbing knob of his cock.
His tongue went into her slit, swallowing slowly to enjoy every bit of it. Finally, the last of her juice had been cleaned from her hole.
"God," he moaned, "you're wonderful… fantastic. Jesus, what a cunt. I want to fuck it. I want to stick my cock in your cunt and fuck it!"
She lifted her head off his cock for a second.
"Three thousand, Mr. Pierce. The fuck of your life." She swallowed his cock again.
Suddenly he stiffened, giving all his attention to her mouth on his cock. He was right on the point of coming.
Then her mouth was gone. She was gone. He was in agony. He looked up. She was putting her blouse
on.
"What are you doing!" he yelled. "I was coming! I want to fuck you!"
"I told you, Mr. Pierce…" she said, buttoning the top button.
"All right, all right, dammit! You've got it!"
Her blouse was again off and her beautiful tits were naked to his touch.
"Oh, Jesus, I want your cunt," he panted. "Then take it," she said. "Fuck it. Fuck it good!"
He pressed himself down onto her soft, yielding flesh. She opened her legs and her mouth at the same time. Louie shoved his cock up her cunt and his tongue down her throat. She took them both eagerly.
Her pussy was as warm on his cock as he had thought it would be. The joy of being in such a pussy drove him wild. Her cunt was fantastic. She could clench and relax her pussy as if she were giving him a blow-job.
"Give it to me," she urged. "Fuck me with that hunk of meat!"
He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and started driving his cock into her. His prick came up hard against the very bottom of her pussy with each driving thrust.
Each stroke seemed to make her want the next even more. She groaned as his fingers bit into her flesh, and she rolled her hips up to open herself even wider to the pounding of his rod.
"Oh, Jesus, it's good, so good," he crooned. "I want more. I want it all!"
"Take it… all of it. Go ahead!" she cried.
Pinning her legs back up against her chest, he withdrew his dripping tool and dropped it about two inches.
Her asshole was tight, but not too tight to fuck, and it was the tightness of it that he wanted. It was pure heaven for him. He shoved his cock in as hard as before, but with a deadly vengeance as he brought himself up closer to coming.
She started working her clitoris with one hand as he continued to pound her asshole. She came again just before he let go into her ass. The warm flood
into her shitter set her off again.
Pierce was enjoying the close warmth of her asshole as she exercised every muscle in it. When she was sure that she had drained every drop he had, she rolled him over and began to bring him back to life with as fine a job of tongue-work as he had ever had. Her mouth was as good as her pussy.
He could feel the strong blood coursing into his prick, making a greater mouthful for her. He pulled her hips up, lowered her pussy over his face, and threatened to eat his way into her throat.
They were bucking across the smooth carpet, oblivious to everything around them, aware only of the intense sensual gratification they were drawing from each other.
He pulled his raging prick from her lips and again nudged her cunt-lips. His cock slid in easily, quickly causing him to progress into an impassioned fucker. Yes, this was indeed the flack of his life, and he was going to enjoy it to its fullest.
He flicked into her pussy as far as the long length of his cock would take him, her body writhing and twisting in slow, controlled movements over the impaling pole.
He teasingly circled the plunging hardness of his pack as it thrust deeply inside her cunt. With his other hand be found the hard, pulsing bud of her desire-swollen clit. Pinching it softly, he teased it back and forth. He fucked into her deeper, harder, as he felt her cunt opening up to him completely, as if she wanted to take all of him up inside of her, to smother and drown him in the wetness of her womb.
Rooting and grunting, they humped and hunched in all directions as they sought an ultimate climax of mind-shattering bliss.
And then they came together. It seemed for an instant as if they were both owners of the same body. She could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began. A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits as she felt his balls explode and begin to jerk in the wide-split crack of her ass. His pent-up sperm flooded hotly into her cunt, touching and filling her in places up inside her thirstily accepting belly that she never dreamed could be reached.
A low, pagan like groan escaped his lips screamed out her fulfillment, and the two of them pound their bodies nakedly against each other.
The spasm passed slowly and lasted a long time, a he finally emptied the last of his cum into her. Neither moved as her sperm-filled dint slowly relaxed and throbbed to a squeezing tightness around his deflating prick.
The brother re-entered the room just as they finally rolled away from each other.
"Jesus, what happened?"
"She's fucked me out, that's what. Sign her up." Kit raised up on one elbow and glared silently at him.
"Oh, yeah…the contract will be for three thousand per film."
"Jesus," the brother said, "she must be one hell of a chick!"
Louie smiled up at Kit as she started pulling her blouse on. "The best. We've got a real star on our hands."
"That reminds me," Kit said, stopping at the door and turning towards Louie, "there is just one more thing…"
"What's that, angel?" Louie said.
"I'd like my name above the title."