On the other side of the city in the back room of a private film studio Stephan Edwards found himself in a situation that no fiction writer could approximate. It was even better than any of his wildest sexual fantasies. He was a star in a movie, but in no ordinary film: this was what the movie crowd called sex films, or-as those who frequented those movie houses referred to them-fuck films.
How it all happened, he wasn't actually certain. His recollections ran only as far back as stopping en route to the studio with Kitty for a "taste of weed." From there on, he could remember little, but from what bits and pieces he could glue together in his confused drugged mind, he had been chosen by the eighteen-year-old nymphomaniac to star with her.
She claimed she "really got off on the taste of his prick."
Basil, standing by with a deeply furrowed frown on his face, glowered at the scene. This was supposed to be his night to fuck young Kitty.
After all, wasn't he the one who found her?
What's going on here? Basil asked himself silently. This idiot prick comes in and steals the whole show. Square too. Real square. Christ!
Can't even get his ol' lady to let him take films of her naked! How the hell is he gonna make a fuck film? Probably scream for his mommy when that little nymph gets her hot hands on him!
But Basil stood by and watched, watched as Frank's brother read through the lines of the poorly written script, as he mouthed lines to himself, a look of stark agony on his handsome face.
Guess he's perfect for the part, chuckled Basil to himself. A nervous husband-boy he does fit the part. Taffy must have had her brother-inlaw in mind when she wrote it.
The script was an easy one for Stephan, because the emotions and fears of this one Sunday in his life were reflected in every line and every action. Even the cues fit perfectly. He was to portray a newly married man whose wife was out of town. The husband, alone for the first time since his marriage, when drunk, is propositioned by a teenage streetwalker. The man had always craved oral fucking, but his new wife, whom he loves dearly and had never cheated on in six months of marriage, refused him. Once inside the teenager's room, the young husband recalls himself, and his head clears of the excess drink he'd indulged in and he lets his guilt take over.
Just as it was, reasoned Stephan to himself as clearly as one can after drinking double-bourbon on the rocks and smoking marijuana for the first mind-bending time. I'm playing myself. Shouldn't be too hard.
Besides, his mind went on, relaxing the tight grip it held on his taut neck tendons, if it doesn't work out, what the hell? Nothing lost, nothing gained.
In the first scene Stephan was propelled inside the girl's room and the door was shut by Kitty. He was alone in a strange room with a young whore. As he sat on the bed and the camera kept shooting, Stephan stared weakly up at this beautiful young prostitute and had to take her in his arms and kiss her, love her up a bit. He wouldn't have to fuck in this scene, Frank had assured him, knowing that sometimes people can't concentrate when they're unused to public display-it's hard to get it up and keep it up. But Lord, thought Stephan, it would be nice to kiss those cherry red lips, caress her huge titties to hardness after that little blow job she'd treated him to earlier that evening.
He felt his cock jerk into instant rigidity as if it were alive and independent of him. Stephan almost wished he wasn't such a good actor.
He tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in his bourbon-filled head, but it remained throbbingly swollen.
Kitty chuckled as she stood by the side of the bed. "Stephan-baby's got a hard-on." She was smiling at his bulging pants. "Stephan-baby's got a great big hard-on because he knows he's going to fuck Kitty's hot, slick little pussy…"
Forgetting he was being filmed, Stephan came to life and proved himself to be a natural actor.
He had never heard a woman talk in such lascivious language and in his drug-induced consciousness, he snarled up at her. "Kitty…cut it out, for Christ's sake!"
"You're going to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…" She came toward him tauntingly, the camera zooming in for a close-up. Her breath was like a white-hot firebrand on his cheek. She touched his knee lightly, her fingers almost searing the cloth, and then she reached higher, higher…and touched the thickly throbbing cock between his legs!
"Ooooohhhhh God!" he managed to breathe, forgetting the written script.
He almost leaped off the bed in a convulsive reaction. He could feel his cum-filled balls ache with sudden pressure, and will himself as he might, he couldn't pull away from her caresses. Her tongue trailed over his cheek, searching for his mouth, and her hand continued to rub his heavily pulsing cock.
Kitty faltered for a moment and then someone from the side whispered,
"It's physical, fuck is physical."'
The young actress regained her composure and blurted out the line:
"It's purely physical," she droned on, mesmerically, hypnotically. "You want to get your big cock into my wet pussy, and I want it too."
That's when Stephan's guilt-ridden conscience rose to the fore with an imperious: "I love my wife." It was a protest.
"Sure you do, Stephan-baby. All of them do. But that doesn't have anything to do with us, with here and now, with fucking!"
This is wrong! Stephan's mind screamed. I'm a married man. What am I doing with an eighteen-year-old nympho making fuck films? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever done in my whole life!
He wrenched himself off the bed, his heart hammering, and he was aware that his prick was still granite-hard and seeping hot droplets of scalding cock juices. This was enough, he'd had it. He'd walk off the set and it would be over with, film or no film…Kitty's husky voice whispered, "Stephan baby…"
He turned, gathering the courage to reject her, but then the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open and his eyes bulged.
She stood before him, stripped completely naked!
The lovely young teenager had unhooked her one article of clothing, her dress, and it lay puddled at her feet. Neither panties nor bra were evident, and as he gazed transfixed at her beautiful, curvaceous body, he could see that she didn't need any artificial supports. She smiled at him, the top of her wet, pink tongue showing. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of that, too.
The hairlined lips of her cunt were displayed for him like a sacrifice, the golden down glistening lusciously in the pale glow of the dimmed lighting. Her huge, sensuous tits, startlingly alabaster white against the tan of the rest of her naked body, jutted out like ruby-crested mountains, and her long, slender legs seemingly trembled with the desire to wrap around him.
"Well, lover?" Her hands had moved to her golden triangle, and when she said "here," her fingers blazed a trail down through the soft pink lips of her cunt and spread them slowly, slowly apart, revealing the tiny trembling bud of her erect clit. She began to stroke it back and forth, round and round.
It was a lust-maddening sight to Stephan. The thought of kissing, of licking her sweet young pussy set his prick into a wild dance. "Kitty …please," he moaned, his breath all but stopped as he heard Basil and Frank murmuring just feet away.
"And I'll lick your cock, Stephan-baby, I want to lick and suck your big ol' cock…I love to suck cock, did you know that?" On and on she went, and the one sure way of building Stephan to a point where he couldn't say no was being used again, for the second time that day.
He'd been denied a cocksucking by his own wife-and that was the truth!
Not just part of this ridiculous script. He had wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's pussy as it opened to his mouth and lusting desireif only his wife understood that, wanted his cock in her mouth, oh, God! He could feel his swollen cock palpitate wildly.
He had to fuck her! He absolutely didn't care about the film they were making, about Gillian, about his adultery with a whore, about anything!
The only important thing was the billowing heat in his cock, and the desire to suck and be sucked! Yes, he had to have her! Yes! Yes!
As if somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself unfasten his belt and remove his clothing, dumping them wherever they happened to fall. He stood before her as she stood before him, his thickly bursting cock standing out at right angles.
"Oh, your prick's lovely," Kitty crooned in ecstasy. "Just as I knew it would be." She walked over to the bed, the very essence of sensuality, and lay down on the cover. "Come here, Stephan-baby," the voluptuous young whore purred, "let me suck you off!"
Stephan came to her, a robot of desire, and the next thing he knew he was writhing beside her, feet-to-head, with Kitty's fingers scratching lightly over his cock, her expert lips kissing his legs, belly, and inner thighs, building him to still higher a pitch.
"God! Hurry!" Stephan groaned, not sure he could keep the scalding cum inside his bloated balls another moment. "Hurry!" As if in obedience, Kitty plunged her head forward and Stephan felt the incredible hot wetness of her lips close butterlike over the sensitive head of his cock. Then he felt her searing tongue licking tiny circles of fire around it. Sighing, completely enraptured in the lewd manipulations, Stephan moved toward her, and buried his face in her cunt. There was a sudden jerk of contracted muscles in the excited prostitute, and she pressed closer to his mouth. The very abandonment, the complete capitulation to sensuality by this whore overwhelmed him and blotted out all thoughts except the delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner.
Kitty, practiced professional that she was, tested the piquancy of his fevered cock juices hungrily, twirling her tongue faster and faster.
Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with the full expertise of a woman in love with fucking. Stephan looked up once and watched her convoluted, lipstick-rimmed lips ripple up and down his hardened prick, and watched as the soft skin of her mouth puckered outward and then back in as she fucked it up and down the full entirety of his cock.
Never had he envisioned such an erotic sight, and he was aroused still more. His loins tensed and jerked upwards into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard forward fuck so that only a small stretch of his cock showed white and glistening with the saliva between her lips. He returned to her soft, hair-fringed cunt and drew her softly curved asscheeks down over his mouth so that his face was sunk nose-deep in the wetness of her soft-rimmed cunt. He held her tightly with both hands on her ass, fucking his tongue up teasingly between the tender fleshy pussy folds. He heard her gasp and then renew her hungry nibbling on his cock with frenzied motion. Her pussy contracted and opened around his mouth, and then he moved his hands to curl and flick his tongue on the smoothness of her pearl-white asscheeks. He sucked and licked while she swayed above him, completely out of control, her cunt flowering open wider and her pussy juices mingling with his saliva and rivuleting down his cheeks.
He could feel her muscles contract with pleasure as he worked his tongue mercilessly, and then he fucked to her clitoris, sucking and biting it tenderly, his tongue reaming the sensuous little button while she churned and writhed in a lewd dance of lust above him. Stephan sensed she was straining to cum, her mouth and cheeks sucking wildly at his cock as she bucked and arched both her back and head in an uncontrollable quaking of her body. Her huge tits danced as she sucked voraciously, her sucking mouth making the pressure spiral to a final, huge release of his building cum juices.
And then-came the irrefutable cry of her cunt-bursting cum and the warm, pungent milk of her softly pulsating pussy juices flowed hotly across his face. She screamed out her cum, though her mouth was still sucking hungrily at his deep-fucking cock, and she snaked her heels against his shoulders, rubbing her fervently heaving cunt in an uncontrolled, tormented surge.
ThenAll at once he, too, felt the eruption of fire leap along his cock. He gasped as though in agony, and then his cock began a wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning the vivacious eighteenyear-old girl's maddeningly bobbing head with rush after rush of hot scalding juices, bloating her cheeks and forcing her to swallow wildly to keep from choking. Then, as quickly as it all started, there was one final hot gush and he lay back, half-conscious from the power of his cumming.
Still the girl sucked ravenously at his cock juices, milking every last drop of the hot gushing cum, until at last his cock jerked softly and slowly deflated in the warm cavern of her mouth. She slid her lips from his cock with one last swallow, and cradled her face to his still throbbing groin.
He felt Kitty stir then, and suddenly she was on all fours and beside him, smiling down in his face. She said, "I'm going to teach you things you never knew existed, Stephan-baby." She leaned down and kissed him tenderly, the taste of his cock juice still on her mouth. "Would you like that?"
He ran his tongue across his lips. Already there were faint stirrings in his limp cock, displacing any fears of not being able to get another erection. "Yes…yes I'd like that!"
"Good." She stretched out and snuggled in the protection of his arms.
"…because now you're going to fuck me dog-style."
How Stephan Edwards managed to drive home that evening was a mystery to him. He felt like a limp dishrag after sweating under the hot strobes and floodlights of the film studio, not to mention his exhaustion from fucking a woman in every possible position since the history of man began.
What a cunt that Kitty was, his mind reminded him, while his body screamed for a halt: it could take no more. And she was only eighteen years old, too. Christ! It was like Christmas come early: twice in one night his cock had been sucked and he felt as if he'd eaten the whole pie instead of his one rightful piece.
Stephan slipped his house key into the lock and quietly pulled open the sliding glass door separating their living room from the patio. The bedroom was on the other side of the hallway and should Gillian still be anxiously awaiting his return, he could always arm himself with the excuse that he'd gone for a swim-had had too much to drink and sat out under the stars for long enough to clear his head.
All the lights were out. He sighed with relief. With shoes in hand he padded across the living room carpet and into the hall…no sound came from the bedroom; good. He stopped, waiting in the still, black silence of his home, but there was only the faint and regular pattern of heavy breathing, and Stephan took this to mean his wife was asleep.
He didn't know that she'd heard his car drive up, that she'd been waiting all night for him to come home to her, that actually she was very much awake, lost in a troubled state of indecision, hoping that her husband would not want to fuck her tonight, but at the same time desperately in need of his solace, his strong comforting arms around her quaking shoulders. She didn't know why she felt this way, except that it had something to do with those damned films and that a new undiscovered instinct and desire had been awakened in her. One that she would not test just yet.
No, Stephan was unaware of his wife's true condition, but in his own way he was glad that she was asleep and hadn't waited up for him, perhaps to have him fuck her. Not now, after the hours of wild, abandoned sexual games and stints that he'd just staged with that nymphomaniac eighteen-year-old fuck-film star. He was satiated completely, in a state of absolute contentment, and in no mood either to argue heatedly with a distraught wife or to try and explain why he couldn't get another hard-on. Christ! After that Kitty, he'd be lucky to raise another hard-on in a week.
He went into the bathroom to undress, closing the door so that the light wouldn't bother Gillian. Quickly he stripped his clothes off, not as fast as he had done for Kitty, and this time hanging them on a hook.
He stepped into the shower and let the needle spray wash off the fragrant, telltale perfume of his indiscretions, the odors of wild screwing which would be readily identified by his wife. He thought about Kitty, the beautiful young enticing whore, and although the lightheaded joy of his repast with her didn't fade, the act of cleansing himself seemed also to add some regret.
Stephan stepped from the shower, with mixed emotions. No longer was he the ignorant older brother, the square; no way! Now he was the older, wiser brother, and he vowed that he would not let Gillian's uptightness get in the way of his newfound way of life. Yet, there but a few feet from him was his loving, faithful wife, whom he loved very deeply. He sighed. If only she was more open, more abandoned, like Kitty had been.
Well, there was only one thing to do about it. Make her understand too that there was more to fucking than just climbing on and climbing off!
He toweled himself briskly, his mind made up. Yes, the passive Stephan was in the past, and he was going to show her a more forceful, more worldly husband from here on in. At first she might not like it, he had to admit, but she would soon see that he was right. And Stephan knew just now he was going to accomplish this education of his lovely, innocent wife He was going to go ahead with the films! He was going to use the instant movie camera again. He could take wilder ones! Ones with him in them, maybe even showing his cock fully fucking her! His cock trembled anew and he moaned lightly as he dreamed of all the combinations he was going to do with his wife. But he knew that in order to accomplish this task, he would have to handle things gently, diplomatically.
Stephan headed for the bedroom and, leaving the dim night light on in the doorway, opened the bedroom door and peeked in. The shower had straightened out his twisted mind enough so that he could trust his vision, and the debris on the bedroom carpet puzzled him. Why would Gillian go to sleep leaving all this garbage scattered around? So unlike her. With the dim wattage in his favor, he bent over and picked up what looked like pieces of plastic and gasped.
My God! She found the films! And she had put them in the viewer and watched them! He should wake her up now, and explain them to her, talk to her about them, but when he touched her and she didn't move he took a long breath of relief and decided to wait until tomorrow. There would be plenty of time for talking then. Plenty of time.