Like kids on a weeknight date, Connie and Roger were sharing a pitcher of beer and a super deluxe pizza at a back booth in a small Village restaurant. Connie could belt gin all evening without any appreciable effect, but a couple of beers left her giggly. And horny, too. She had one shoe off beneath the table, and her toes had inserted themselves under Roger's trouser leg.
"[missing text]," he said. "You've finished your second film. And it's going to be a good one. Wait till you see the final cut."
"It was Stacy's idea," Connie smiled. "I don't think I'd have done it if she hadn't been so excited by the prospect of being in a pornographic film. But she wasn't very good, was she?"
Roger shrugged. "Depends on how you classify good. She is a rotten actress. Almost as bad as Ellen Pascoe. On the credit side, she is enthusiastic and photogenic. She could make a career of it, if she wanted to. But she can't compare with her mother."
Connie smiled, blushing gracefully. Roger poured her a fresh glass of beer and continued. "Now – what I'd like to know is, where do we go from here? How do you feel about the films? Christ, I had two inquiries this morning, people wanting to know if you're available. One offer was for fifteen hundred, four days shooting, star billing. And when this one gets into release, the offers are bound to multiply. Maybe even some from Hollywood. But it's up to you, Connie."
"Oh, I know," she said, "and yet I don't know. Why do we have to worry about tomorrow all the time? Why can't you and I go home and make love, as if tonight were all that exists?"
"Tomorrow comes all the same," he pointed out, "and we have to make some kind of plans. What am I supposed, to tell the guy who called me this morning? Do you want to be in his film?" He smiled. "Fifteen hundred dollars is a lot of money for four days work."
Connie giggled.
"What I really wanted to talk about," he went on, "is this. A friend of mine turned up this kicky sex novel, about a middle-aged spinster back in the Thirties who gets tangled up with a couple of young hick bank robbers. They rape her and she starts liking it. I can get the rights cheaply – my friend knows the author – and it would be a dynamite role for you. The character is just made to order for you, Con, and we could turn it into a far-out film. If you're interested."
"Oh, I don't know," she said. "Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm turning into a disembodied cunt. I'd rather do it with you, in private."
"I know that, and I feel the same way. But you're magic when the camera is running. It's knockout subject matter and we could make enough cash to buy ourselves a place in the Berkshires, far from this scungy city…"
"Really?" she asked, her eyes brightening.
"Really," he said with a nod. "Settle down, maybe even start a new family."
"Oh," she said. "I've done a great job with the other one. Do you think I ought to try again?"
"Don't keep nagging at yourself. You're batting five hundred. Stacy loves you, no matter how that fuck-off son of yours feels. Have you heard anything more from him?"
She shook her head.
"Well, don't waste time thinking about him, Con. Because as soon as we finish this pizza we're going up to my place. You can look over that novel I was telling you about, and I hope it makes you good and hot because I intend to fuck your ass off this evening."
When they got to Roger's third-floor walk-up the door was unlocked.
"Maybe we should call the police," Connie suggested.
He shook his head and pushed the door open.
"Oh, hi," said the person sitting on the sofa, drink in hand. "I still had that key you gave me, so I just let myself in. That was okay, wasn't it, hon?" Wearing a sweater that looked as if it had been painted over her stiff-nippled tits, and a skirt so short that more of her was covered by her red panties, sat Denise Gayle, the actress whose hangover had catapulted Connie into the world of X-rated acting.
Roger squeezed Connie's hand and led her into the room. "How have you been?" he said reservedly. He and Denise had lived together at one time, Connie knew, and she wasn't jealous. Not really. But the idea of finding the lovely blonde actress here, this evening, when they had come home to fuck one another silly – she felt as if someone had intruded upon her life and she didn't like it at all.
"Oh, just fine," Denise smiled. "Been on the dinner theater circuit, you know. Long Island, Connecticut. It's a living, of sorts. Say, why I'm here this evening – I got back into town the other night, and someone told me you were getting ready to do a new movie. So I thought maybe you'd be interested in giving me another chance. I've really got my shit together this time. None of those bad scenes like I pulled last time. God, I'm so sorry about that!"
She was pure hustle, Connie could tell at a glance, but she was also beautiful. Denise looked much better than the last time Connie had seen her.
"You're just a little late," Roger said noncommittally. He gave the impression that he couldn't care less about Denise and her ambitions. "We wrapped it today. I couldn't have given you more than a walk-on anyway. It was Connie's film. She's come a long way since I talked her into subbing for you that day. More offers than she knows what to do with."
Denise was absolutely green as she eyed Connie, and it was crystal clear what she was thinking.
"You know, though," Roger said thoughtfully, "that book we were talking about, Con – the last half of it is a kidnap story. The outlaws grab a spoiled blonde rich-bitch type, hold her for ransom, screw her buns off, all that stuff. Can you see Denise as a spoiled blonde rich bitch?"
"Oh sure!" Denise chirped. "I could do that number. It's one of my specialties. You saw me on Police Station, didn't you? God, this could be perfect! Is it a big part?"
"Sort of," he conceded. "Third or fourth billing. Maybe thirty minutes of screen time. If you're good, you'll look good, and if you're bad you may never work again. But it might be rougher than you think. In the book the girl gets dildoed with a broom handle, fucks two guys at once, and there's a lot of lesbian action. Maybe…"
Denise grimaced involuntarily but her voice retained hope. "Oh, I think I can handle it. A broom handle?" She frowned.
"What do you think, Con? You'll have final approval anyway. Denise? Or is there someone you'd prefer?" He smiled. "Ellen Pascoe? She seems a natural for the part."
"Ellen Pascoe?" Denise shrilled. "She isn't even blonde! She'd have to wear a wig, and it wouldn't match when she took her panties off. I'm natural blonde, remember? And Ellen couldn't act her way out of a publics toilet if somebody gave her a dime." She looked at Connie, bright-eyed. "What do you think, Cathy – I mean, Connie." Denise blushed, but retrieved her composure with a beaming smile.
Denise didn't wait for an answer. She stood up, hauled her sweater over her head, and took a deep breath. Her large, well-separated breasts lifted excitingly, the nipples standing at proud attention. She turned, showing off her figure in profile, and it was a figure worth showing off. Connie's mouth was wetter than it should have been. She felt as if she were about to strangle on her own saliva. Getting better acquainted with Stacy had made her throbbingly appreciative of bodies like Denise's, and she wondered if Roger would mind awfully.
While she wrestled with her emotions she saw Denise fiddling with the button of her skirt. It dropped to the floor, and the girl stood there wearing only her bright red panties. But not for long. Denise pulled them to her knees and parted the narrow strip of fur Connie already remembered too well. "See," she said proudly.
"Natural blonde. You couldn't go wrong with me."
"I don't think I could," Connie said softly, taking two giant steps toward Denise.
Roger pointed to the bedroom door. "The casting couch is in there, Connie."
For all her boldness in displaying herself, Denise seemed stiff and withdrawn when Connie pulled her onto the bed and began to kiss her on the face. "I'm sorry," the blonde said. "I mean, I don't have any moral objections or anything, but I've just never done this before. With a girl, I mean." She held her breath tensely. "But I'm a quick study. I can do anything the script calls for. Really! And this means a lot to me." Impulsively she closed her eyes and puckered her lips.
Denise was nude, Connie fully dressed, but that wouldn't be the case for long. As they maintained the searing kiss Connie could feel Denise's hands going into action. Fingers stroked her back and shoulders, slid down her sides, past the hipbones, onto the smooth curved legs. Connie leaned closer, and reached low to cup the bare, hot cheeks of Denise's bottom. The girl moaned into Connie's mouth as the older woman's fingers slipped into the anal cleavage. Denise brought up one leg, folding it around Connie's waist, and she moved her bare cuntal area into contact with Connie's hard, muscular thigh.
Connie leaned back, breaking off the kiss but holding the close embrace. She inched between their bodies and undid the buttons of her blouse, folding one side of it back to bare her small, hard breast. She didn't have to look down to know that her nipple was standing up in supple erection, and she pushed Denise's head toward that nipple. The girl moved willingly, fitting her lips around the pap. Her technique was too overdone at first, the product of her nervous ambition, and she nursed Connie with loud smacking noises and fierce lip-tongue action.
"Oh, a little softer, please," Connie whispered, stroking Denise's lovely golden hair. She remembered how silky it had felt, the first time she touched it, and she wondered if a sexual attraction had lurked inside her since that day.
Her left breast ached from Denise's furious oral attentions, and Connie couldn't endure it another second. She flipped aside the other half of her blouse, pulled the mouth from her left tit and guided it to the matching right mammary. Denise's tongue left a wet trail across Connie's cleavage and up the slope of the fresh boob, and when she snatched the nipple between her teeth for some frenzied chewing, Connie's voice rose in a tight, breathy scream that shrilled back into her ears. Her head wobbled from side to side, and she caught a glimpse of Roger. He was sitting at the foot of the bed, smiling as he watched the two women entwined atop the sheets. Would he only watch, or would he find himself driven to join them? she wondered.
Connie got out of her blouse while Denise kept sucking tit. The girl went on as if she were afraid to stop. If she'd never done this before, she was doing just fine for her first time out. If anything, she was a bit too wild and unrestrained, but Connie had no thought of asking her to tone it down. When the film was made their coupling in lesbian intercourse should be an exciting sight.
"Lie back," Connie commanded, prying Denise from the titty she suckled. Connie rose to her knees, sliding down her slacks and panties. As the garments dropped, revealing the fluffy brown fur of her bush, she felt Denise reach out to touch it with her fingers. The girl stroked the hair softly at first, her hand soon growing bold enough to comb through the curls and caress the flesh beneath. Two fingers located the tight pink mouth of Connie's curd and Connie sighed aloud, feeling her clitoris begin to stiffen inside her gash. She covered Denise's hand, crushing it upon her pubic mound, holding it there till enough moisture had oozed from her slit to coat the young girl's slim fingers, and then she spoke in a husky, breathy voice. "Lick your fingers," she suggested to Denise. "Find out whether you like the taste."
Denise's hand flew to her mouth. Her tongue stole out daintily to lap at the soft coating of dew, and Connie saw the girl's eyes brighten instantly. In a moment Denise had thrust her middle finger into her mouth, where she sucked it lustfully. How much of it was real, and how much was acting? Denise was a professional. Even if she found the taste unbearable she must have understood that her audition depended upon enthusiasm. Or was she that good an actress? There was one way to find out.
Connie lay down beside the girl, their heads pointing in opposite directions. She pushed at Denise's velvet-soft thighs, bidding the upper one to slide back and lay open the ravine of Denise's cunt. It was boldly revealed in the close-trimmed pubic fur, and not far away the red rim of Denise's asshole presented itself as well. Both twat and anus were attractive orifices, each of them a challenge to Connie's erotic imagination. As she eyed them she realized that Denise lay panting and ready beside her, apparently waiting for Connie to show her what direction the game should now take.
Connie blew warm breath across the girl's perineum, dividing her wind between cunt and asshole. Denise jiggled as the breath drifted across her intimate parts, and there was a little droplet of moisture gleaming among the folds of her puss. With it came a faint aroma of aroused femininity, tickling Connie's nostrils with its temptation.
She leaned in, tongue coming out as her head moved, and she licked away that bead of cuntal moisture. It tingled on the end of her tongue, forcing her to insert her member and dredge for more. Denise was no stranger to the sensation of being eaten. She reached down with one hand, aiding Connie in the task of parting her labial flanges, and the scarlet, rubbery surface of her vulva sprang into Connie's field of vision. Among those folds of soft, delicate flesh lurked a love button not yet in erection, and Connie made the search for Denise's clit number one on her list of priorities. Her tongue strode in confidently, sifting through the vibrating contours of Denise's cunt, and the clitoris she sought seemed to pop out at once, its tip seeking Connie's tongue as eagerly as her tongue searched for it.
Connie kissed the clit first, smacking her lips upon its supple erection, and she made the bed jiggle as she moved her loins closer to Denise's face. She could feel the heat and arousal of her cunt, she knew that Denise was smelling it in all its musky glory, and she made sure that Denise learned by first-hand experience how sweet that female musk could really be. Connie jammed her crotch against Denise's face, throwing her leg across the girl's head, trapping the blonde actress in a strong thigh grip. Denise could keep sniffing and puffing, or she could begin to eat as she was being eaten. There were no other choices open to her.
She chose to eat. Her tongue was as vigorous and wild as it had been upon Connie's nipples, and she used her hands to claw at Connie's ass, in an effort to smother her face in that swampy fur pie.
Connie's thigh was an iron grip on her head but Denise didn't resist the pressure. Indeed, she seemed to revel in it, thrusting her face so closely it might have been her desire to stuff her head up Connie's vaginal tract. Whatever Denise's thoughts or intentions, she was taking to pussy-eating the way a politician takes to graft.
Connie extracted her tongue from Denise's sucking tunnel, letting its wet tip slide around and around the vulva before departing altogether. She stroked her way over Denise's perineum, that sensitive fleshy divider between pussy and anus, and Denise squirmed with each wicked rotation of Connie's tongue.
Spreading wide the cushiony swells of the girl's buttocks, Connie made her tongue a spear point on the ring of Denise's asshole itself. She licked till the anal opening dripped with spit, then used her little finger's tip like a drill bit on the hole before zipping in once more for some additional licking.
As she varied her attack, Connie could feel Denise following her lead. The girl was responding, trying to do for Connie what was being done to and for her, and of course she operated on a slightly delayed basis. By the time Connie felt Denise's tongue spurring at her asshole she had already returned her oral attentions to the blonde girl's cuntal pit.
Still, Denise was doing just fine, if this was indeed her first lesbian experience. To gauge by the intensity of her responses it probably wouldn't be her last. No more than it would be Connie's.
Denise's clit was swollen tremendously now, sticking up like a thumb. Connie used her lips and tongue and teeth, and Denise throbbed when she was kissed or licked, moaned deliriously when she was suckled, and screamed and chewed when she was bitten ever so gently on the clit. Of the three reactions Connie preferred the latter, because it was her own cunt that was screamed into or nibbled on, and so she devoted most of her attention to the careful brand of clit biting that Roger had been the first to demonstrate to her.
Something touched her mouth, something hot and hard beyond belief. Connie opened her eyes. It was Roger's cock. He was trying to shove himself into Denise while Connie licked the blonde actress' gash.
She pulled her face out of the way, watching with tight lips as her lover's cock barreled into Denise's snatch. She was so close that Connie could not miss any of the action. She saw Denise's cuntal flanges spread to receive Roger, saw the ring they made around the dick as it thrust deeply, saw the labia stretch caressingly as Roger's cock pulled back for a renewed insertion. Cunt juice dripped from Denise as she was fucked royally, and the girl had ceased her oral ministrations upon Connie. Instead Denise lay moaning and sighing, her hands squeezing at her full, lovely breasts while Roger moved that prick of his in and out.
Connie slid back, giving them room. Jealousy gnawed at her heart. Why had Roger gone to Denise first? Had the blonde beauty aroused him so much that he couldn't wait to get into her? They were former lovers. Maybe the old attraction still smoldered inside him. Why hadn't he given his rod to Connie? Why must she now wait and watch? Her lips set in a frown.
But the itching between her thighs was too much to ignore. Connie closed her eyes, a hand dropping into her crotch. She seized a handful of her mound and squeezed it, automatically moving her hand in rhythm with the shaking of the bed from Roger's frantic balling of Denise. As the lovers' pace quickened, so did the frigging of Connie's fist on her own cunt. She felt her breath catching in her throat, a rawness at the top of her gullet, and there was a matching rush in her ears that almost drowned out the squeaking bedsprings.
Denise had her legs high in the air, toes wiggling above Roger's body. Her head flipped from side to side, eyes rolling in their sockets, and her golden hair was in stringy disarray. Spit frothed on her lips, making her moans take on a bubbly sputtering sound. Denise was perhaps half a beat away from a screaming orgasm. She fucked well, too, Connie noticed. The girl just might make it big in porno and go on to a straight career on the notoriety she earned.
If she found the right vehicle. And whatever the hell Roger's new project was, it wasn't going to be Denise Gayle's road to fame. No sir! Connie thought smugly. She was going to act and fuck and suck that blonde bitch off the screen. Denise was little more than a teenager anyway. Sexy, yes, but in the throes of fucking she had no style of her own. Stacy looked much the same when she was having a stiff dick thrown up her cunt.
A feeling, of confident superiority stole across Connie. To emphasize it in her own mind she leaned into the gap between Roger and Denise. With her hands she pried Denise's fists up, baring the big, pink-capped tits the blonde had been caressing excitedly, replacing those hands with her mouth. She caught a nipple between her teeth and chewed it almost to the point of delivering paint and then she switched to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Denise screamed, knowing that she had two partners working on her, and she clutched Connie's head.
Connie reached with one hand toward the cunt Roger was fucking hell out of, and she let a finger stroke the raw, swollen flesh surrounding Denise's labia. On the other side of the humped, hot folds of tissue she could feel Roger's throbbing dick coursing in and out, and she began to caress there while she maintained her tit-sucking. Denise's breast suddenly expanded against her lips, the nipple quivering between Connie's teeth, and shudders passed up and down the girl's body in quick succession. Her fingers, still rubbing around Roger's lancing cock, vibrated with the ripples of Denise's cunt in orgasm, and the itching of her own unsatisfied cunt became absolutely unbearable.
She could feel the incredible wetness of Denise. How long before Roger could summon a fresh erection, now that he'd obviously dumped his first load of semen into the blonde's hole? Someone was going to have to do something for her, Goddamn it! She didn't care now if she was eaten or screwed, only that she was brought to the wailing release which she deserved.
Connie raised her face. Roger was pulling his cock from Denise's fucked-out cunt. Perhaps if she sucked away the semen which must still coat his cock he could keep his erection long enough to give her some degree of satisfaction.
Her eyes opened in surprise. Roger's cock was redder than she could have imagined possible, thanks to the frictioning of Denise's tight cunt, and it was coated in a slick gloss of juice, but he hadn't ejaculated yet! Good God! she thought. Had Denise spilled all that wetness herself? The blonde was as sloppy as though she'd just pissed her kidneys dry.
But there was no time to think about that. Connie lunged forward on hands and knees, her mouth open wide. She impaled herself orally on Roger's thrusting pecker, feeling the huge wet knob, reeking with Denise's cuntal essence, ram at the very gate of her throat. She'd have gagged then, normally, but this wasn't a normal occasion. Connie sucked him fiercely for a second, till she realized that her cunt needed his love so much more than her mouth. She released him from her lips and lay back, spreading her legs widely, using her fingers to splay her snatch for his entrance.
He fucked her then, burying his cock in one driving lunge, and she raised her head and shoulders from the bed as he seemed to kick her in the guts with his cock. Connie's eyes bulged, her tongue came out, and her face turned scarlet. She looked as if she were ready to choke and all she could say was, "Aaaaahhhh!" It was a piercing scream which was ripped from her heart again and again, until her throat was so raw and shattered the effort of crying out made unbearable spurts of pain race through her head.
And still he fucked her. Connie whined as his slick tool kept moving in and out of her body in a sweeping, dynamic arc. He held her by the pelvic bones, sometimes reaching up to stroke and paw her tits. They were swollen now, unbearably tenderized, the nipples aflame with sensitivity, and she didn't know truthfully if she wanted him to refrain from touching her there or if she'd prefer that his hands grew even rougher. Beside them Denise lay watching, golden silky hair fallen into disarray, her face flushed and excited as she came down from her own orgasmic intoxication.
"Mmmmm," said Denise, fingertips gliding across her cheeks. "Mmmmmm."
How long could he keep it up? Connie asked herself. Orgasms flooded her pussy in quick succession, each tremor causing her heart to flutter in joy and her lips to whine out a shriek of acceptance, and still Roger's tool was buried within her cunt, its barrel thick and long and hard. She could feel his glans rutting its way to the opening of her womb, lingering against her intimate flesh long enough to intensify the orgasmic fever of her response, then pulling back for, yet another thrust.
Connie's pussy was a rippling glove of caressing tissue on Roger's dick. She milked him with her cunt, imploring Roger to abandon himself to release, to flood her cunt with his juices. "Cum now," she whispered. "Cum inside me now!"
She felt his hands grab her tits. It seemed as if a heavy weight lay upon Connie's breasts. She could no longer speak, no longer breathe, no longer do anything but respond. Each time with Roger was better than the one just past, and this time was better than any of the rest. Her cunt could do nothing but jerk in orgasm, and more than anything else she wanted to feel him squirting and foaming inside her. "Please!" she shrilled, the last coherent sound she was able to make.
And then she felt the gut-wrenching, shuddering quiver of his cock inside her. It seemed to twist her internally, to friction a flame into being. But only for a second, because almost at once she felt the first gush of his cream.
Connie's womb opened to receive his seed, but he was full of jism that evening, or so it seemed. No matter how fast her twat sucked up his spunk, more spattered from the end of his rod. His pecker squished in the greasy boiling cum with which he filled her, and plenty of it oozed out as he continued to batter it into her belly. Connie could feel him shooting, she could feel the hot wetness as his stuff seeped from her pussy, but she could not contribute anything further to the session. Response was the only reaction left to her, and she responded.
When his cock jerked from her silt she had one quick glimpse of its reddened thickness. Roger was still semi-hard, despite the shattering force of his ejaculation. Slim, shapely fingers closed upon the wet length of his pecker, guiding it to a pair of lips whose strawberry tint was smeared. Denise kissed away the lingering traces of cum, laying it off with her pink tongue, before she took him into her mouth. Her cheeks pulled inward as she threw on the suction, and Connie's flickering eyes did not miss the passionate jiggle of Roger's balls as the man's rod began to grow afresh in Denise's mouth. Perhaps this had begun as an effort by Denise to screw her way into a movie role. It was something else now. If the girl was still acting, then she was an incomparable actress and deserved the success for which she lusted.
Connie threw her face into Denise's crotch and began to lick away the pearly buds of cuntal ooze that glistened on the reddish-blonde pubic hairs. At the same time she felt Roger's hand invade her own crotch. A finger slicked into her raw, aching vagina, alerting her to the fact that she could easily endure a fresh go-round. She squirmed against his finger as she nibbled Denise's cunt, and she felt his thumb sliding between the sweat-moist cheeks of her ass. Sucking in a breath, Connie spread herself. His thumb prodded her anal opening, flirting with her tight sphincter. In a moment more her rectum was sucking up his inserted thumb. Only a thin wall of internal tissue separated his digits. They diddled her in tandem, and she could feel the tips almost touching inside her. The sensation was incomparable, and she humped eagerly upon his hand.
Up above, Denise was swallowing Roger's re-hardened cock in greedy, Linda Lovelace fashion, moaning as she nursed the penis toward a fresh ejaculation. Part of her whimpering was due to the action of Connie's mouth on her cunt, but Connie was doing her full share of moaning too, with Roger's hand playing a concerto of sex on her intimate flesh. It would be a long, and certainly an interesting night.