They were in bed at last, in his place on 11th Street, Connie so tired she felt only like sleeping. The movie's schedule was short – only four days for the process of shooting – and she wondered if the next three would be as hectic as this.
"So," he asked, "what's your reaction to your first day in the world of X-rated cinema?"
"Not what I expected," she confessed. "I didn't even have a chance to be shocked or titillated. You know, today was the first time I ever actually saw anyone else having sex. But everything was so businesslike. Is it always like that?"
"Not always," he conceded. "Frank and Ellen have been in the porno business for a long time. I've used them both in loops more often than I can remember. They have a routine, and they go through it. Tomorrow we're using a couple of new girls. That's one quantity you can't get enough of in porno films. They're both pretty sexy. Some sparks might fly. Maybe it won't be such a businesslike atmosphere tomorrow."
She pulled the cover to her chin and oozed against him. "Did you try them out first?" she wondered.
"One of them," he conceded. "I don't generally do that with actresses, though. Most of the time I can tell by the way a girl walks if she's going to be a good screw. You, for instance. You don't wiggle much, but there's a definite up-and-down motion of your hips that's very promising." He kissed her hose. "Is something wrong, Connie? You feel chilly."
"No, not really," she said. "It's just well, today, when I was helping Ellen make up for the first sex scene. Remember? We were in the bedroom while you were outside setting up the shot. So! While she was undressing – stop laughing! This isn't funny! She made a pass at me! Yes, she did! She kissed me on the nose, just like you did a moment ago, and she cupped my breasts, and she pressed herself against me and she asked me how I'd like to make it with her." Connie closed her eyes and shivered. Ellen was second lead in the film, playing the hero's girl friend. A short, big breasted girl, she wasn't much of an actress but possessed a lively, energetic personality, with a nice sense of humor. But when she'd been caressing Connie's tits and breathing warmly into her face, Ellen hadn't been kidding. She was dead serious about it.
"That's Ellen," Roger acknowledged. "I should have warned you about her, but I suppose I never thought about it. She's gay, rather aggressive about it when she sees something she likes. Well, she didn't hurt you, did she?"
"No, of course not I've never been propositioned by a woman before, though. The very idea makes me feel crawly. And do you know what else she told me? That it would be cool with you. That's what she said. Explain that, if you please."
Roger shrugged. "I suppose she meant that it would be cool with me if you and she made it. That I wouldn't feel as if someone had deballed me, that I wouldn't want to pour cement into your cunt so no one else could dishonor me with it. That's all."
"All? You wouldn't care if I went to bed with her?"
"It would give us something else in common. I balled her a few times last summer. Once when we were making a loop. The male lead didn't show – busted for possession – and it was too late to get anyone else. So, rather than piss away the camera rental and the arrangements for location, I stripped down and went to it. Once or twice more for kicks, but nothing serious. She's a good kid. I like her."
"Would you want to watch," Connie asked, "or join in, like a sultan with his harem?"
"Both," he leered, pulling her atop him. He planted her bush atop his rod, and she rocked till she felt him hardening beneath her. When his pole was throbbing stiff, Connie lifted herself, reached between, and jammed him into her cunt. She sank down upon his cock, feeling it touch the hidden stimulation centers of her cunt.
"That's what I want," she told him. "You inside me, where you belong. I don't want to make it with anyone else. Just you and me, babe. Tell me that's what you want, too."
He shafted up, making his way into her fragrant swamp. He didn't have to tell her anything with his lips, for his cock was giving her all the reply Connie needed.
She bounced atop him, twisting to make his cock do marvelous things to her cunt and womb, and she pressed her hot, stiff nipples against his chest. His mouth was open and so was hers, wet and warm to receive his tongue. She licked it with her own, grazed it with her teeth, sucked it from time to time as a reminder of her other talents. His hands were around her, cupping her slim asscheeks, pulling her onto his lancing penis, and she could hear the squeaking of the bedsprings.
The sound grated on her ears. First thing next week she'd buy a waterbed for her apartment. She'd toyed with the idea for a long time – they were so comfortable and sexy – but the expense seemed exorbitant.
Roger's cock was just the right size for her cunt. She wasn't virginally tight any more, but she still had a snug-fitting sheath that appreciated the thickness and length of a real man's instrument. And Roger was just the man to fill that sheath.
Connie rode him fiercely, her snatch muscles jerking at the impaling lance of his peter, and she felt it stab deeply up her cuntal tract each time she ground her belly against his. She used her cunt like a fist on him, and she heard him sighing in delight when she made a certain twisting motion with her hips. They'd done it hundreds of times, she was positive, since their meeting in the very last hours of the old year, not quite a week ago, and Connie knew that she couldn't get fired of the way she and Roger fucked together.
She closed her eyes and humped, her arms around him, his encircling her. They were like one organism when they were connected sexually, each thump of her heart answered by one of his, each push of his cock answered by a twisting caress of her snatch.
As she fucked him, Connie found herself thinking of her first day on this intriguing new job. It had taken all her composure to stand professionally watching the initial sex scene on the schedule, but that was only her nervousness. She wasn't shocked, but for a few minutes she'd felt like a peeping Tom. No one else shared her feelings, it was clear. Roger, the cameraman, the sound technician, and the two or three other men and women in the room had been calm and professional, and why shouldn't she? By the end of an eleven-hour day the strongest emotion Connie felt was weariness.
The movie wasn't destined to be a cinema classic. Roger, who had written the script one afternoon, stoned on wine and marijuana, called it "a piece of shit" in no uncertain terms. It was simply fodder for the 42nd Street theaters, full of hard-core sex scenes and little else.
The title was How to Become a Stud, and its slim plot involved a young man, played by Frank Porter, who found himself impotent with his sexy young girlfriend. So far only the first and last sequences of the film had been shot, since they used the same set and characters. Ellen had the role of Frank's girlfriend. She was a very poor actress, but she used her mouth like a vacuum cleaner on Frank's cock, sucking the cum fight out of him. She was also the young lady who had propositioned Connie during makeup.
That was the difficult thing for Connie to believe. She could see behind her closed eyes a replay of that first porno scene, with Ellen on her knees between Frank's legs, greedily sucking his penis. She moved her head in great, gluttonous sweeps that almost engulfed his entire root, nuts and all, humming and purring as she ate him. When his cum gushed, she took it in her mouth, on her cheeks, on her neck and hands, massaging it into her skin like face cream, licking her fingers dry. She had a marvelously aggressive oral technique, and when Frank had recovered his erection and they performed a straight intercourse scene on the floor, her writhings and contortions were stunning to behold. The girl – she couldn't have been much past twenty-one – frolicked like a puppy, seeming to derive no end of satisfaction from being sexed on camera.
Yet, according to Roger, the girl was also a lesbian. How did Ellen reconcile that for herself? Connie found herself wondering. Didn't lesbians hate men? Maybe it was the money. She thought of Ellen's hot little hands, the way they slinked and stroked Frank's cock. Was that acting?
Frank's cock. It looked enormous, flashing in the air during the sex scene, but she still preferred Roger's.
He was fucking her with impassioned vehemence now, very definitely nearing his orgasm, and she was doing little but react atop him. She tried to make her cunt come back to life, to tantalize it with the pleasure it could know if they shared a juicy cum, but it was a losing battle.
"Wrong?" he panted, stopping in midstroke. His arms were comfortingly tight on her body.
Connie shook her head. "I don't know," she said. "I think I'm just tired."
"Lift," he commanded, and Connie raised her bottom. His cock popped out. "Switch," he added, guiding her into position beside him. They lay touching, reversed. He pushed her thighs apart and buried his head in her furry wetness. She felt her vaginal petals slip apart obediently to allow his tongue entry, and she rubbed his head with one hand.
Now she wasn't quite so tired. The limber poking of his tongue was making bubbles of sweat form in her armpits and on her forehead, it was making her toes begin to tingle vibrantly, and a whole new world of sensation seemed to have taken hold of her pussy. His tongue brushed her clitoris two or three times in passing, and she moaned softly.
Connie's hand flew out, seeking the hard, damp stalk of his cock. She held it in her fist, feeling the wetness she had left on him, the secretions of her hole, and then she was leaning toward it, her tongue flirting out automatically.
She brushed his hardness with the tip of her tongue, tasting the juices he had immersed himself in, and they were pleasant indeed. Connie licked curiously. She had never nursed a prick immediately after it had been inside her, and it was an eye-opening experience. The flavor was a combination of his own fluids and they honeyed dew of her inner body, a blend she found almost intoxicating. Was this how she tasted? Was this why Roger loved so much to get his mouth working on her slit?
Did all women taste this way, or was it her own special characteristic? Oh, it didn't matter! She stuffed the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked away the delicious lingering juices there before releasing it to begin her favorite oral technique of licking, tonguing, and gentle biting.
Roper's tongue was like a spur prodding her vagina. He inspired her to create lovely music on his dick, and she improvised happily as he rimmed her out. Once or twice his tongue dipped into her perineum, tickling an unbelievably sensitive spot halfway between pussy and anus, and more than once she felt his tongue or finger circling round the pucker of her asshole. He was too big to fuck her there comfortably, and it wasn't a type of sex Connie especially liked anyway, but his careful, slyly lecherous teasing was like a treat from a Christmas stocking.
The orgasm she'd been so far from earlier now seemed to burst into life deep inside. Connie could feel it building as her excitement increased, and she knew that very, very soon she'd be soaring high. She wanted Roger to fly with her, and so she took his balls into her mouth, stretching her lips to their very widest to accommodate him without pain.
She felt them roll within their sac, and she jostled them with the tip of her tongue. He cried out, speaking directly into her responsive hole, and she let his balls drop free. Her teeth nipped gently on his scrotum as her hand languidly shucked the outer flesh of his prick, and she could feel him swelling in the clutch of her fist.
"I'm ready to cum," he told her then. "Let me do it in your mouth." As he spoke, little puffs of warm breath blew from his lips and into the gap of Connie's pussy. The gentle wind tickled her erotically. She purred her assent, and immediately stuffed him into her mouth, where she began to suck voraciously while her hand cuddled and shook his nuts.
Three sucks later he exploded, his thick, hot jism filling Connie's mouth. Her jaws ballooned out if self-defense, but she retained his seed without swallowing. The sticky stuff collected in her oral cavity against the moment when she too would climax.
It came within seconds. As Roger's cock continued to unload, his tongue and fingers did strange, wonderful things to Connie's tingler. The fires of lust flared up inside her, and she opened her throat for a cry of joy that was drowned suddenly by the wave of his cum that flowed down her gullet. More spurted to join it, and they shuddered and writhed together on the bed while the springs creaked and rattled beneath them.
Still in their sixty-nine position, Roger stroked her warm, moist body affectionately. "We really should move in together," he pointed out. "I don't see why you're against it."
"How would I explain you to my children?" she asked. They'd been through this before.
"You're a grown woman, and your children are grownups too. Or at least they should be. They can accept it. Besides – they don't write you, they don't visit you, they don't call you. Didn't you tell me yourself that you only see them on the obligatory holidays? Do you think they'd really care?"
"Let's not argue. Maybe I'm just an old-fashioned lady at heart. We called it shacking up when I was young, and nice people didn't do it. I suppose I still have that lingering moral reluctance, love. Anyway – isn't it nice to have a woman whisper in your ear 'My place or yours'? Give me a kiss, and let's go to sleep. Seven o'clock comes mighty early in the morning."
The second day of shooting was nice, Connie decided. Roger had told her that porno movie people in New York were like a big, rather incestuous family, and she was understanding what he meant. Everyone knew everyone else, and nearly everyone had screwed everyone else at least once. Two separate sex scenes, one of them a rather complicated threesome, were slated for today, along with some covering dialogue passages, but it went well.
Ellen Pascoe even showed up. She didn't have any other commitments for the day, and so she dropped by the location for some socializing. Connie felt more at ease with her today, and the girl didn't repeat her invitation of the previous day. Instead they talked, shared a couple of sandwiches and some coffee, and Connie found herself granting that Ellen was at least a nice, personable young woman with a bit of intelligence.
The third day saw more sex scenes put on film, and by now Connie fully realized that porno acting was a job like any other. The performers not only had to perform, they also had to memorize lines, to remember their blocking, and all the other necessities of acting. Of course, they were principally there for the sex angle. If they hadn't been loose enough to get it on in front of a camera someone else would have gotten the job. But no one appeared to be discontented. A delicate-bodied blonde girl was fucked in the ass by a Negro with an enormous cock. A bubbly brunette cheerleader type accommodated two men at the same time, one in her mouth and one in her cunt. Connie found herself growing quite blase about the whole scene.
Saturday was the last day scheduled for shooting, and there were two more sex scenes on tap. One was a quick lesbian encounter that the hero witnessed through a window on his way to work. Connie watched it with an unshakable feeling of interest. This was what Ellen had wanted her to try.
"No," she said to herself, watching the two girls. She didn't think she was interested at all. But Connie stared at the way feminine hands fondled feminine breasts, at tiny pink tongues diving between moist pink labia, at sinuous smooth legs curling and stretching. She shook her head firmly. Not interested. But when Roger touched her arm to ask her a question she nearly jumped out of her skin.
After a lunch break Roger and the technicians set up the final scene. When this footage was in the can, the film would be ready for editing and release. And she'd have him to herself until he got another assignment.
There were perhaps a dozen people on the set, some of them visitors from the porno family. Ellen and a girl who'd been in yesterday's shooting were playing cards in a corner. The cameraman was changing film in his camera. Roger and Connie were at work on blocking and lighting for the final sequence. And Frank, the star, sat in a chair examining the current issue of Hustler, rubbing his crotch as he spread out the centerfold.
The girl hadn't arrived yet, and Roger was beside himself with nervous tension. "That bitch," he snarled, showing a side of his character that surprised Connie. "Three to one she's changed her mind and neglected to let me know. Goddamn her!"
Connie shared her lover's anxiety, for she knew as well as he that a delay in shooting could be expensive. They were on a very short schedule, and most of the budget had already been spent. Coming back to finish up on Monday would be ruinous.
"Can't you just skip this, if she doesn't show?" Connie asked.
He shook his head. "I contracted to deliver a film of at least seventy minutes. I've been cutting in the camera, so to speak, to cut down expenses, and I know that what we've already shot will edit out to just under an hour. So, no, I can't skip the sequence. Unless I hustle around and write up another one to take its place. And that means. I'll still have to find a girl or two on extremely short notice. I will murder the bitch. I swear I'll murder her."
The girl in question was named Denise, and everyone agreed that she was a knockout blonde. Connie was interested in meeting her, because Denise was a graduate of Connie's own alma mater, Ohio University. She hadn't been to Athens in years; it would be nice to find out if it was still there.
Denise was a professional, with some credentials as an actress. She'd been in a few R-rated movies, some off-Broadway theater work, and she'd even done a bit of television on the West Coast last summer. But she felt her career wasn't going anywhere, that she needed to make a splash to get proper attention. Porno could provide that big splash, as it had done for Linda Lovelace and Marilyn Chambers. She and Roger were old friends – Connie inferred that they had been intimate friends on occasion – and this cameo role would be her porno screen-test. If she showed up for it.
She was nearly an hour late, and she didn't look a bit well. Her face was a pasty white and she smiled in a halfhearted fashion that did no justice whatsoever to her neatly capped teeth. "I'm sorry," she said to everyone. "I was partying last night."
Roger looked at his watch, very conspicuously. "Okay, Denise. Your costume is in the other room. Why don't you get into it, so we can get started? I hope you know your lines, because we're running late and we don't have time to rehearse. Con, will you give her a hand?"
Connie went with Denise into the next room, and the blonde girl began to undress. She made nasty faces as she removed her blouse and slacks, and Connie didn't think it was a good time to reminisce about Ohio University.
Denise was lovely, in spite of her chalky complexion and queasy expressions. She had silky reddish-blonde hair and fair, milky skin. Her breasts were proportionately full, well separated, and capped by salmon-pink nipples the size of silver dollars. When Denise removed her panties Connie noticed that the girl was a natural blonde, though the pubic hair had been neatly clipped and trimmed, so that only a fringe remained, bordering the discernable slice of her cunt. Young and gorgeous, Connie thought, and Roger used to fuck her, too.
She wondered why it was "used to". Denise was beautiful. Any man would have salivated to contemplate her. But, Connie thought smugly, Roger seemed quite contented with her. Maybe young and beautiful wasn't the only thing in life.
Denise was playing the part of a young war widow living in the apartment building where the hero's working day had taken him. When Frank entered her apartment to repair a telephone, she was to seduce him. It was written as a frisky, sexy romp, but Denise didn't seem any too frisky at the moment. She looked as if she were on the verge of nausea.
Her costume consisted of a frilly pink robe and hair curlers, all of which she shed during the scene's progress. While Denise rouged her cheeks to wipe out some of the pastiness, a not entirely successful ploy, Connie worked the curlers into the girl's hair. It was so fine, so touchable, like threads of silk. Connie had forgotten that hair could feel so good on her fingers. But she wouldn't have taken a hundred dollars to be inside Denise's body at the moment. The girl really looked unwell.
The scene got underway, with Frank coming to the door and Denise letting him in. The previous sequence had been filmed day before yesterday, but the final editing would show that he had just been peeping on a wild sex orgy taking place in another apartment, explaining the erection that blossomed in his pants as he came through Denise's door.
She let him in, and as he walked past her, she cried, "Oooooohhhhhh!! Is that a hard-on? My husband's been MIA since sixty-nine, and I haven't even seen one in all that time! Oh, let me look at it!" Whereupon she was to drop to her knees, unzip him, drag out his erection, and start giving him head.
The action was passable, but Denise's delivery of lines was pathetic. Her voice was low and muffled, and the sound man shook his head, pointing to the needles on his tape recorder. "All right," Roger muttered. "We'll dub it later. Too late for a retake now.
Denise had dropped off her robe as she knelt, and she was just unzipping Frank. She fished inside his pants and brought his cock into the light. "Mmm," she said unconvincingly, rubbing it between her palms. Her pink tongue came out and she began to lick Frank's dong. It was about as sensuous as a Jerry Lewis routine, and Denise seemed to realize that. Without any further preliminaries she stuffed him into her mouth, her jaws immediately sucking inward as she started to apply oral pressure. Her head moved back and forth on him like a cylinder on a piston.
It wasn't pretty and it wasn't sexy, and Connie felt guilty watching it. The girl was obviously uncomfortable, perhaps in some physical discomfort. She turned to Roger, ready to suggest a short break, but he was talking to the cameraman. "Use the zoom. I'm afraid to stop her for a close-up."
The cameraman was walking with his camera now, circling the scene, shooting from every angle he could manage. Covering footage would have to be done later, otherwise this scene would appear choppy when it was edited. It was going to be a long night, Connie decided sadly.
Denise's face looked even chalkier now as the lights glared upon her. It had all been going so nicely, Connie told herself with a sigh, and now it was being spoiled at the last minute.
"Isn't she terrible?" Ellen whispered into Connie's ear. Connie turned. Ellen and the other girl had left off their game of cards and come up to watch the scene in progress.
Denise sucked away, as if she were trying to prove something with her mouth. At the right time she might be a truly stunning young lady, but this wasn't the right time. Even her hair seemed to have lost its golden glow. Her eyes were closed, and she mouthed Frank's pecker in long sweeping strokes that buried most of his meat inside her oral cave. Her hands stroked his legs and belly, sometimes dropping in to squeeze his nuts, while he steadied himself with palms on her head. As often as not the cameraman was between the couple and Connie, blocking her view, and she wasn't very sorry.
"I'm ready," Frank grunted, jerking his hips away, his cock popping from Denise's sucking mouth. Her fingers grabbed at him, providing the fight tickling stimulation to make him cream, and cream he did.
Cum squirted from the tip of his peter in big, thick strings. It splashed Denise's face, and she opened her mouth like a funnel, steering his cock toward her. The stuff went into her mouth, and Connie could see the girl's throat motions as she swallowed it. Frank stepped closer, taking control of his rod. He was still cumming, in a steady stream, and he worked his dick back and forth across Denise's face. Cum dripped from her mouth and chin as she shut her eyes tightly.
Not yew good, Connie thought.
And then she heard herself saying "Oh!" in a shocked, startled tone.