Video Games

Video Games

Chapter 1
"For some reason," began Frank Edwards tilting his beer glass to his lips and thinking of Stephan's voluptuous blonde wife, "I don't think your wife likes me."
"Aw, come on, Frank," assuaged Stephan, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "It's not that she doesn't like you, it's just that she's, shall I say, 'awed' by you."
"Awed?" asked Frank quizzically.
"Yeah, that's it. There's a mystique about movie people, you know, especially film directors, and I guess she just feels uncomfortable because of ..."
"Because I make films of naked women's tits and asses, you mean," added Frank with a note of finality.
Resting his elbows on the patio table, Stephan nodded his head and then drained his glass.
Frank flashed a glance in the direction of Bunny, the white-haired actress who now sat on the edge of the swimming pool, dangling her lithe tanned legs in the blue sparkle of water, her huge tits straining at the thin covering of her bikini top. With a look of confidentiality, Frank leaned forward. "You know what you ought to do, Stephan?"
Stephan leaned closer with a subtle movement, barely detected; there was something about taking advice from a younger brother that bordered on humility. "What?"
"You oughta use my new Polaroid instant movie camera and take some good films of Gillian ..."
"What do you mean? We've got a lot of family pictures!"
"No, no." Frank shook his head smiling. "I don't mean family movies, I mean fun movies. You know ..." Frank narrowed his eyes, a wicked little glint sparkling in them.
Stephen leaned back in his patio chair, trying to assume the attitude of a calm, relaxed, and satisfied husband, but a shudder of excitement shot through him and he felt his cock jerk as he fixed his eyes on the figure of the bikini-clad actress at the edge of the pool, stretching out her ripe young body to catch the first rays of sunshine. He tried to imagine how she would look naked, posing lewdly for his brother. Would she giggle and run her own finger lewdly around her huge titties to get them all hard and puckery? Would she undress in front of him with slow, cock-teasing movements, or would she prefer the privacy of a dressing room to strip down for the fuck-film she was about to make?
"Cameras," Stephan shook his head. "I don't know beans about cameras. Christ, I'm lucky if I can get both feet and the head in the picture." He chuckled to himself, but it was a chuckle of curiosity, reflected in his probing gaze fixed on the sunglass-rimmed orbs of his brother. Then Stephan leaned forward again, his body language speaking for him.
"Listen, Bunny and I just came back from doing a fuck-film for some dude in Manhattan. Got all my camera equipment with me in the trunk of the car. Be back in a flash."
Stephan watched the erect figure of his brother disappear around the corner of the house and heard the creaking of a car trunk opening. With his back resting against the chair and his hands folded in his lap, the successful young executive drifted off into reveries of what it would be like to be a movie director. Secretly, he'd always envied his younger brother for his artistic flair and his ability to direct action. On rare occasions he'd seen him at work in the studio and was amazed at how the young man could stimulate actresses into expression, often by getting into the poses himself, and, through encouragement and lewd, obscene comments, put the actresses completely at ease to bring out the sensuality of their body movements. How a married man gets away with it, I'll never know, he sighed. Stephan heard the thud of the car trunk closing and in seconds his brother returned, a camera and monitor in his arms.
The metal chair legs of the wrought-iron lawn furniture scraped against the cement as Frank set the film equipment on the table and pulled his chair up.
"This is the newest Polaroid camera. It's the simplest thing in the world to use, like using regular super 8 film. All you have to do is put the cartridge in, aim and take the film! In sixty seconds your film has developed in the cartridge, then you just drop it in the viewer." He demonstrated with a quick pass of the yard and his brother finishing his beer. Sixty seconds later an awed Stephan sat grinning at the clear moving images of the yard and himself drinking from his beer mug.
"Jesus! I'm going to have to get one. This is great!"
"And here's the tripod and the timer," explained Frank. "It allows you to be in your own films." He held it up and showed how it operated. "See, you set this thing for up to fifteen seconds, then get in range and the camera films your picture. Then, one minute later, you have your movie automatically."
Christ, thought the older brother, I wonder if Gillian would let me take pictures of us fucking. Maybe if I ease her into it. I'd sure like to ask Frank for pointers on how he gets all these women to strip for him, but I'm the older brother. I'm supposed to be the one with all the answers.
"I don't use this movie camera for anything except fun--you know, in the studio when I want some film for my own, you know some real hot chick really getting a fucking. Keep it over the weekend and see if you like it." He jabbed his brother with a pointed elbow, "See what goodies you can add to the family movies."
Stephan's eyes narrowed, not certain of what his brother was suggesting.
"Use the movie camera in the bedroom!" the movie director said and then started to laugh. "Get some real nice candid shots of the ol' lady's tits and ass."
"What?" Stephan feigned surprise.
"You mean you didn't think of the possibilities?" was the reply. "That's the beauty of this instant movie camera. You don't have to take the film in to be processed if you want a shot of a few naked tits, it's all your own business." He nudged Stephan with his elbow again and winked. "See what I mean?"
Stephan could feel his face redden. Sure, he knew what his brother was talking about; he wasn't stupid! But he knew Gillian would never consent to be photographed naked, like she was some centerfold in a man's magazine!
"I know what you're thinking, Stephan and believe me, once Gillian gets into it, she'll be the one to get off the most. I've seen it happen a million times! Christ, I ought to know! Women love having males stare at their naked tits and cunts. God, once they get over the initial embarrassment, nothing, and I mean nothing holds them back. Gillian'll get so hot she'll be beggin' for you to fuck her pussy ... and film movies at the same time."
Frank's lewd implications burned his brain and he was suddenly ashamed of himself for ever thinking of asking his wife to pose nude for him. He liked screwing, loved fucking his wife's hot little pussy ... but there was a limit. Some things had to be kept private. Yet his emotions were ambivalent. The high principled resolve not to hurt his wife's strict sense of modesty was suddenly enshrouded by an exciting little curiosity. Maybe ... just maybe, his brother was right.
Although the Edwards were a happily married couple whose respect for each other had sometimes become almost stifling, a fact that he was just beginning to admit to himself, their physical relationship did need a shot in the arm. Maybe this camera would be the magic potion that would accomplish it.
"Got to go now," Frank interrupted his brother's thoughts. "Taffy and I are going to a party in the village tonight. Gonna be a real swingin' party."
Gillian came home a few hours later, thankful that Frank's car was no longer in the driveway. With her blonde hair washed, conditioned, and curled, Gillian emerged from the car beaming, knowing her husband would be well pleased with her appearance and the new dress she had bought that boldly revealed her lusty billowing tits.
Stephan was standing at the bar, fixing himself another drink when his wife walked proudly into the house, her loosely curled blonde hair resting sensuously on the fullness of her scantily covered tits.
"Hey! What have we here?" he beamed, taking a sip of his scotch and water and retreating to the bar to mix one for his sexy-looking wife who stood anxiously awaiting his compliments.
"Like it?" she asked haughtily, turning in half-circles to let him feast his eyes on the backless cotton dress that clung softly to the full curves of her ass and titties.
"You're a natural model, you know that?" He handed her a drink and stepped back to admire his wife. Goddamn, but she looks sexy with that deep tan and her blonde hair framing her face and falling down across her titties. A strange tingling in his cock began again and a slight jerk told him that he was getting excited.
God! I'd love to take a film of her taking off ... stop it, he told himself ... but still his brother's lewd seed of a suggestion whirled in Stephan's mind, gathered momentum, and when he looked at his wife seated on the couch with her legs crossed delicately at the ankles, he couldn't help but mentally strip her of her clothes and see her as if she were in a film.
"Did you have a good visit with that brother of yours?" asked Gillian with an air of defiance.
"Hey, come on," urged Stephan, well accustomed to his wife's berating regarding his younger sibling. "I wish you'd get to know Frank better ... give him a chance, you know?" He sat down in the nearest chair, his open shirt revealing the dark curls covering his chest.
"I don't know how Taffy puts up with him." Gillian shook her finger in mock accusation at her husband. "If you ever started taking pictures or movies of, of naked women, I'd ask for a divorce in seconds. Running around with actresses all day and all night. What kind of a marriage is that, anyway?" Her ice cubes rattled in her empty glass, and politely, Stephan rose to fill it and then padding across the wall-to-wall carpeting to where his blonde wife sat, handed her a refill, saying, "Now darling you know better than that." Those words had become a ritual in discussions about Frank.
"Look here, Gillian." He strolled over to the living room table and picked up the instant Polaroid movie camera. "Frank left this for me to try out. Take pictures and you don't have to have them developed ..."
"I know, Stephan," interrupted his wife, "I've seen the ad on television."
Stephan was beginning to feel the effects of the last two scotches he'd downed and his head was spinning with lustful dreams of his wife nude and voluptuous on the bed, standing on the bedroom rug, stretched out on the couch with her full, whitely billowing titties taut in their nakedness and the soft golden hair of her cunt glistening in the lamplight. Quickly he finished his drink to try to steady his nerves, and mentally berated himself for such lascivious thoughts.
Besides, he knew damned well that if he ever dared to suggest that he take films of her naked tits and pussy, his wife would be righteously angry. Still the images came back to goad him on. He groaned silently, feeling his prick suddenly begin to ache with anticipatory excitement.
"Would you like me to take a movie of you, Stephan?" Gillian was on her feet approaching her husband who stood with the movie camera preciously cradled in his hands, a faraway look glazing his eyes.
With a wide smile, she took it from his hands and with the smiling command: "Say cheese," bent her knees slightly, just enough to zoom in on his face without cutting off his wisps of curly hair and shot a few frames. They took turns then, taking movies of each other's face between drinks of scotch and water until they'd exhausted their imaginations and n's were suspiciously deleted from words and s's sounded more like drawled-out z's.
"Let's fool around with the movie camera some more," suggested the husband, a pulsing hardness in his cock now. He grinned at her, realizing that the liquor had gotten to him, too. "You know, just a couple of feet to put in our collection of home movies."
"All right," she said, going to the window overlooking the tree-lined street and pulling the off-white drapes closed, shutting out the reddish glow of the setting sun that was gradually sliding towards the misty-colored hills on the horizon. Gillian came back over and sat down on the couch. She crossed her legs and then placed her hands on her knees.
"Right!" Stephan quickly shot a few innocent frames, but his mind was on the ones he really wanted to take, where she would be lewdly naked, her tits and ass in the air.
"How about moving your skirt up a little now?" he suggested casually. "Let's try a little funny cheesecake."
"You're starting to sound like your brother now," she giggled, throwing back her head--a shot that Stephan didn't miss. "My ... you should have been an actress, darling. Missed your calling." The film whirled again.
With a merry glow in her eyes, the young blonde inched her skirt up her thigh towards her pussy, just enough to reveal her smooth, round knees. "Do you think that will look all right?"
Stephan waved his hand as if to shrug off the worry. "Nobody's gonna see these but us anyway, baby. Go on, pull it up a little higher."
"All right, if you want," his pretty young wife replied, and bunched the material in the folds of her waist.
I can tell he's been under the influence of that brother of his, she thought silently. But I'd never have the courage to do this if it wasn't for the three scotches and water I've consumed in the past hour. Although the beautiful young woman did not want to admit it, alcohol did seem to loosen her strict moral code ... perhaps dangerously? No, there wasn't anything to worry about. If her own husband wanted a picture of her like this, skirt tucked lewdly around her waist exposing her long white thighs and the dark shadow of her pussy beneath her panties, then why not?
"Promise me you won't show any of these to your brother. I don't want him getting any idea that we approve of what he does."
"Never," he promised. He held his breath and took a few more seconds of film. Then one minute later he sat down with her and put the developed cartridge in the viewer and showed her the film. He found himself breathing a little more heavily as he admired the smooth, firm swell of her naked thighs as she sat almost nude from the hips down. The aching built steadily in his cock; he quickly rose from the couch, trying to hide the rapidly growing bulge.
"Look, let's take some more, these things are really great," laughed Stephan who suddenly had an idea. "Lie back and put your legs slowly up on the couch. That's it," he encouraged as he started the movie camera. "Now lean back and arch your back so that your titties stand out nice and big ..."
She obeyed and Stephan kept shooting as she assumed a sexy pose. "There! That's it! Yes!"
Stephan stopped shooting and emptied the last of his melting ice into his dry throat, while he waited for the film to develop. Gillian was doing much more than he expected. He couldn't wait to see just how far she would go. A minute later he flipped the film into the viewer. "Hot damn!" he said, chokingly under his breath. "That's fantastic! Maybe I could sell it to one of those shops, you know the quarter-a-peek ones!" He loved to tease Gillian; she blushed so easily.
"Let me see," demanded Gillian, and he rewound the film and turned the viewer towards her. She gasped, never before having seen herself so provocatively posed, so, so ... sexy! Crimson crept up from her huge tits and neck and enflamed her cheeks. "Stephan!" she gasped, but her eyes refused to leave the image of her lewd pose. She was stretched out on the sofa, her firm, ripely quivering tits straining against the thin fabric of her sundress, her nipples evident under the thin fabric ... her lips glistening wetly where she had moistened them with her tongue seconds earlier ... her suntanned legs and thighs were exposed in all their dark silkiness and there, beneath her skirt, shadowed and mysterious, the dark triangle of her pussy arched as if it was just waiting to be fucked.
"Stephan, that's ... that's almost obscene!"
"I've got another in mind. This time get down on the carpet."
"What?" she interrupted.
"Down on the carpet," Stephan commanded hoarsely. "This time lie down and lean forward." He made a quick trip to the bar to refill his glass, allowing Gillian time to get into position. "I want to see your big tan tits this time," he blurted in his excitement.
"Stephan! What would your mother say?" Yet, in spite of her initial resistance, she did as he bid. For some unexplainable reason she was caught up in a strangely mounting fever. A small, irrational tingling started growing in her loins and inner thighs, and she could tell her little cunt was beginning to respond to these lewd poses too. Already she could feel the excited hot wetness of her pussy juices.
No! she thought, this is a wrong thing to be doing! But when she looked up at the excited face of her husband, and then dropped her eyes to the huge bulge evident in his thin summer pants, her pussy grew hotter than before. He's enjoying this, she concluded. God, he's just like his brother, but if it's getting him excited I guess it's all right. Maybe that's what's making me feel all fluttery inside, too. I know it's not these obscene films that's making me feel so hot. But I'm happy that Stephan wants to fuck me so badly. Usually he just drinks his scotch and falls asleep watching television, but if this keeps him interested in me, then it's fine with me.
Moving so as not to muss her hair, Gillian lay down on the thick carpeting of the living room, leaning forward so that the full expanse of her hugely billowing tits was in full view. With the soft pile of the thick carpeting brushing her naked calves and thighs--she seldom wore stockings except on the most formal occasions--Gillian realized that she was becoming even more excited and that her nipples were rising into tantalizing hardness, pressing against the very edge of her dress. Stop! her mind raged. This just isn't right! she moaned to herself. Hurry, Stephan, hurry up and get this over with!
Stephan was on his knees, focusing the movie camera on the prostrate figure of his wife. "Wait a minute!" the aroused husband said. "Let's make it a little more interesting." He put down the camera on the end table and bent over his hotly trembling wife. He fingered the straps of her sundress, the electric contact as he brushed against her skin making her gasp. "Let's see more of those beautiful titties!"
This was it! Gillian's eyes clearly showed her anger. But she had to make a choice: either go along with Stephan's stupid obscene little games or say "no" as her sense of decency was crying at her. It was so rare that Stephan showed such intense interest in her body, that she didn't want to lose that moment. Who could predict when it would hit again?
Bending over her, he couldn't help but run his tongue over the length of her nakedly exposed neck to the tanned cleavage of her tits. Gillian jumped with alarm.
"What's the matter with you?" he charged. "You get angry when I don't pay any attention to you and when I do you get pissed!" The alcohol and the cock-bursting fever of seeing the films all had now combined to make him lose control in bitter, unweighed words.
"What do you mean?" she asked with a pout of her sultry red mouth. "I'm not some cunt you can fuck around with when you feel like it."
"Well it's a damn good thing you're not an actress because Frank would never put up with this shit!"
That did it! Frank's name was the magic word! "Okay, Stephan, I'll show you what kind of action I can do." And to prove her point, she unbuttoned the top buttons of her low-cut sundress, allowing her hugely billowing tits to spill out, her already hardened nipples grazing the soft pile of the carpet and adding to heated lust. She could hear Stephan's deep breathing as he gazed down with feasting eyes on the tender, uncovered nipples of her tanned tits. He gulped hard and then picked up the movie camera and began filming.
"That's it," she sighed, bracing her arms on the floor and rising to her knees. She stuffed her hugely swaying tits back into the modest confines of her sundress, and giving her hair one final primp of the hand, rose to her feet, and smoothed out her dress.
"Just a little more, please? There's only a few feet of film left." His deep blue eyes begging for her, how could she refuse?
"What do you want me to do this time? Stand on my head?" she laughed, teasing.
"Back on the sofa," he said as he took a movie of her getting onto the couch and spreading her legs lewdly. He angled the movie camera so that most of the movie would be of her delicious tits and panties, making sure that the soft curls of pussy hairs which managed to peek out from under the legbands of her bikini panties were in focus.
"A drink for my lady," he smiled, offering her another scotch and water, then bending down to kiss her lovingly on the forehead. Sixty seconds later, he was staring at the image of his wife, the flimsy white bikini panties she wore a teasing cover to the sweet, tempting cunthole, and the huge sensuous tits all but fully exposed, as if ready to break loose from the sundress. "My God!" he whistled, and his mouth watered.
Thank God this is over with, Gillian sighed to herself, taking a greatly needed sip of her pungent scotch. Now he's had his fun. He'll probably put those stupid films under his pillow to sleep on. She glared up at him shuffling through his private collection of lewd movies and watched as his bulge gave a final jerk of prurient appreciation. Silently sipping her drink, the recognition of her own lustful behavior flooded in on her and suddenly she felt cheap and whorish, as cheap and whorish as Frank's actresses who posed naked and fucked for him for no price other than their own obscene pleasure. She had let her husband do his will with her, and worse, she had become as excited as he had. True, it wasn't because of the pictures--that she adamantly refused to admit--but only because seeing her husband wanting to fuck her so much made her pussy hot.
"Stephan!" she called. Only the sound of the dripping kitchen faucet answered her. Where had he gone?
She called again and this time the handsome figure of her dark-haired husband dressed in the long bathrobe she'd given him for his birthday, emerged from the hallway. Gillian could tell he'd combed his hair, and he had shaved too; she could smell the sweet scent of the aftershave lotion that he predictably wore when feeling particularly amorous.
"You're going to miss your favorite television show," she chided as he sat cross-legged down on the sofa beside her. One look in his glazed eyes and the young woman knew what was about to happen. She glanced down to notice his bare, hairy legs. Secretly, she smiled to herself. It was flattering having a husband who was still excited by his wife.
"Stephan, I love you," she mewled, kissing him on the cheek flirtatiously. "Even if you do like taking dirty movies of me."
"Mmmmmmmm!" he answered as he unbuttoned the sundress, letting it fall away from her chest. He roamed his hands over her, playing with her tits, tweaking her nipples into vibrating firmness. He had never stopped marveling at her beauty, the wide-eyed, almost shy way she came to him, as though she was a virgin every time her screwed her, as though he was the only man who could arouse her to where her passion overcame her "first time" reluctance. And he was the only man!
She looked over to the viewer on the table. One of the filthy movies they had taken was on the screen. She gasped, cringing down on the sofa cushions as she watched it. "Put those movies away. I'm tired of looking at myself."
Stephan only grinned lewdly at her, his face a mask of desire. "Why? They're only of you, my sweet. Here, see this one?" He took the cartridge out and put another one in the viewer. "This is my favorite." Again she saw the image of herself smiling provocatively, walking towards the couch and lying down on it, her throbbing tits rich and full, her skirt high and legs spread lewdly exposing her soft white panties and a few strands of softly escaping pussy curls.
"Please! Stephan, please put them away. Better yet, throw them away!" She looked down at her naked tits spilling from her sundress and noticed that her nipples were hard with desire. Could it be that these movies excited her? Was she so low as to allow these awful, disgusting pictures to turn her on?
There was no denying it, she was excited! And strangely, by those damnable pictures.
The force of the realization was crippling; a blow like a tornado, filling her mind with a lurid feeling of degradation and shame. Her eyes filled with hot tears of self-abasement, and in agony, she grabbed the cartridge from the viewer and hurled it across the room! Better to have done with it! She wouldn't admit her arousal, not to herself, and especially not to her husband. What would a man think of his sweet, loving wife, then? Terrible things! She gripped Stephan's heaving, naked chest, afraid he would cast her aside as some whore, some defiled harlot, sick of mind and body, if he knew what the film had done to the racing fires in her pussy.
Her husband answered her silent pleas by slipping each of her arms out of her sundress, leaving her tits and belly naked. His hand moved to her left tit and then began to slide, slowly and deliberately, down across her nakedly trembling belly. Squirming under his searing touch, Gillian drew her legs up to impede his progress toward the soft, sparsely curling hair of her cunt. But she couldn't resist the sensual salaciousness of his caress, despite her aching, tortured heart. Another lewd thrill of desire surged through the aroused young wife, and in her present state, under the influence of alcohol, it seemed that eons of time passed during which she savored every variety of lewd pleasure as his hand passed slowly over her naked body.
Maybe if I let him fuck my pussy he won't think that I'm no better than a shameless whore, she reasoned to herself. God, please don't let him know why I want his cock!
His hand snaked along the coffee table to finger the smooth plastic edges of one of the film cartridges. His fingers felt the polished edge and even though he couldn't view it, he knew now from memory what it contained, and his cock jerked painfully at the thought. As he had done many times in the past when aroused to such a point, he dismissed what he knew was her natural aversion to such an act, and groaned to his wife: "Gillian, please, please, suck my cock."
He crawled up on her body, straddling her with his knees, his huge prick jutting out from under the heavy bathrobe. It was almost to her ruby lips now; all she had to do was bend her face a few inches and her mouth would be closing over the sensitive, throbbing cock.
A shudder passed through Gillian. Back to this game again, moaned Stephan to himself. Maybe if I really get her going she'll finally consent to suck my prick. After three years you'd think she'd soften to the idea.
He reached down, grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her hips, exposing her panty-covered cunt to his gaze. In one swift movement the panties and the dress lay in a lewd puddle on the floor. Swiftly then, he slid them both from the sofa to the floor, keeping a firm hold of the smoothly curved asscheeks of his wife. He sat back on his heels and brought his face close up to her soft, curl-rimmed cunt, and then shot out his tongue to slide it into her pussy, pressuring the hot tip inward to part the fleshy outer lips and find the tiny erect nipple of her clit.
Wild flames of desire consumed her openly spread cunt as he fucked his tongue into her pussy, and an involuntary gasp of pleasure escaped Gillian's lips. She stared downward to where his face was buried eagerly in the soft blonde curls of her pussy and felt lewd searing sensations race through her cunt, not understanding how it was that her pussy had gotten so hot!
She was alive, suddenly, with sensation, her whole body suffused with the tingling warmth of the promises of cumming overriding all other rational thoughts. Her whole body was inflamed with desire, with a wanton craving for fulfillment! Never had she known such intensity, as the ravaging tongue of her husband brought her to a full, cunt-splitting cum!
Oh, God, her mind screamed back at her writhing body, it's all because of those damned movies! She closed her eyes tightly, and the lewd image of herself lying on the floor with her huge tits spilling out of her dress came into agonizing focus.
She could feel the hotly wet flicking of his tongue and the grasping, smoothing, and massaging of his strong hands as they caressed her asscheeks, hips, and thighs. She was hot with desire! She wanted to be fucked! She wanted him to drive his cock deep into her pussy; it no longer mattered what had kindled that fire in her cunt. All she could think of was quenching the fire.
Quiveringly, her hands moved up to cradle either side of his head, pressing his face in close to her trembling loins, unconsciously giving him her encouragement to continue the wild tongue-fucking. She relaxed the tension in her leg muscles, allowing her thighs to spread open submissively as she moved her feet farther apart, lifting one leg to rest her foot up on the sofa, and tipped her pelvis with the flexing of her hips to begin a tiny countering movement to her husband's hungrily fucking tongue. It was a new position for them, a couple who was accustomed to screwing only in the bedroom, and she moaned softly, the building ecstasy in her cunt almost too much to bear.
Abruptly, Stephan lifted them both to their feet and wrapped his arms around her. The next moment, Gillian felt herself being crushed against his hard chest, her naked tits mashed between their bodies, while the thick length of his throbbing cock pressed into her belly. Gillian's arms encircled him, her hands moving up and down his back, her face tilting up for his kiss. His lips sought hers, found them, and welded themselves to her half-open mouth.
Suddenly, the half-drunk woman felt as though her legs could no longer support her; they were giving away under her! A hand went out to the edge of the sofa to keep her from falling as a wave of dizziness overcame her.
Stephan eased her back on the couch, then began hastily to strip his single article of clothing from his anxious body. As he stood tall above her, he marveled at the perfection of her lush nakedness, his eyes taking in every detail of her voluptuous beauty.
Gillian writhed on the couch in an agony of need as her husband stripped naked before her, throwing his bathrobe on the floor beside him to join her discarded panties and dress. She looked up at him, lithe, lean, and muscular, his cock standing out in virile erection. Oh, but it's so huge! she marveled. I love it when his prick gets so huge! A twinge of excitement burned in her cunt as she thought of how it would feel when he finally fucked that big thing deep into her pussy.
He noted the intent direction of her gaze and smiled down at her. "Don't worry, baby, I'll get you so hot you'll rape me before I finally fuck you!"
Gillian loved it when he said dirty things before he screwed her.
"Oh Stephan ... oh, my Stephan ..." she murmured mindlessly, flailing her head back and forth on the couch, not caring about her freshly coiffured hair.
He put her down on the carpet again where he lay beside her, his lips on hers, their tongues intertwining, probing each other, as his free hand caressed her tits, belly, thighs, and cunt. Finally, his hand went down between her legs and covered the whole of her steaming pussy, gently massaging the hot, wet flesh. Her pelvis moved in tiny churning circles under his hand, and he knew that she was hot ... would remain so until she finally exploded into cum. Christ! He was so hot himself, he wasn't sure that he could hold off fucking her much longer! He had to get his cock in her little cunt soon and screw her good!
Shifting his position, he moved to kneel between her legs, spreading them obscenely as he gazed hungrily down at her tempting nakedness, the coraline flesh of her cunt-split glistening wetly in the dim light of the setting sun.
She felt his middle finger gracing the thin furrow of her exposed cunt, and she squirmed involuntarily beneath the salacious probing. Moaning aloud in an emotional agony of hot desire as the electric shock of his teasing finger rippled along the flesh of her inner thighs, she squirmed her ass down into the soft, fluffy carpet.
Then, oh, then--oh, God--he slowly inserted his finger, probing it deep into her yearning cunthole, fucking it in and out for several slow, maddening strokes before he began to churn it around and around just inside the tiny pulsating mouth of her seeping pussy.
The intrusion was rapidly replaced by intense sensations of pleasure as her husband finger-fucked her in and out, around and around. She lay there moaning, writhing hotly on the floor, her husband gloating over her nakedly, aroused body.
Jesus, I wish she'd give me head, he thought to himself. Three years and she's never done it yet. I thought maybe when I had my tongue in her pussy she'd finally give it. Guess it takes longer for some.
"I don't want you to stop, Stephan. It's sooooo goooood!"
She was reacting with vigor now to counter the finger-fucking of her wide-stretched cunt, her hips moving uncontrollably in wild gyrations under him, moving, it seemed, of their own volition in an instinctive dance around his deeply probing fingers. And this was only a preview of what was to come, when her husband would finally put his throbbing cock in her cunt and actually fuck her!
A wave of disappointment washed through Gillian a moment later when she felt the cold rush of air as he took his hand from her hungrily squirming pussy. But then she raised her head and looked down between her ecstatically pulsing tits and saw her loving husband leaning forward, his face between her open thighs. He was going to suck and lick her cunt some more! God! She was becoming depraved and it was all because of those damned movies! Three times now she had silently shouted in her mind: Fuck! Cock! Cunt! Oh, God! What's happening to me? Letting my husband take dirty movies of me ... I'm being coarse, crass, and crude. Thinking thoughts I'd never thought myself capable of.
Between his hotly aroused wife's legs, Stephan gazed hungrily at the narrow pink oval, fringed so delicately with soft blonde pussy hairs, where droplets of cunt juices glistened like dew on the gently pulsating petals of her inner cuntlips. He was pleased to see how hot she had become. Using his thumbs then, he slowly parted the fleshy outer lips to reveal the coral depths of her pussy mouth, and he saw that the soft, curl-rimmed edges of her cuntlips were swollen in desire to be fucked more than ever before.
He drew her cuntlips a little farther apart, laying the wet, hair-fringed flesh wide open to his lustful gaze. "Gillian you've got the little sweetest cunt I've ever imagined! You've just got to suck my cock while I lick it!"
Gillian froze. Oh God! her mind reeled. I can't. And then she mouthed those words, groaning them out. "I'm not ready for that yet, darling. Please give me time ..."
"Okay," her understanding husband said from below. "Some other time when you're ready for it."
"Do you hate me for it?" she said in a softly spoken voice.
"Of course not, honey," He sounded convincing.
With a sigh of relief, Gillian gazed back at him through passion-glazed eyes. She felt herself lift her pelvis up, offering her nakedly spread cunt to him to do with as he would. And it was involuntary, uncontrolled, instinctive. She was a woman on the brink of a mind-blowing cum, a woman who needed to be filled and fulfilled, to be fucked until she exploded into a wildly screaming cum!
She felt the soft wisps of his breath graze her secret, sensitive flesh. She moaned aloud, still looking down between her tits and across the flatness of her quivering belly to the softly curling mound of her naked pussy. She saw her husband lower his head, his face disappearing into the wetness of her cunt and nuzzling in against the wetly quivering flesh, and she felt the full length of his tongue slither deep up into her more-than-ready pussy.
Her body responded automatically, convulsively, to the thrilling electric sensation, lurching up to him, then grinding back and down into the softness of the deep-pile rug to escape the intense, galvanic shock of desire that seemed momentarily more than her overloaded nerves could bear. But the next instant, her hips were flexing to raise her seething cunt to him once again. Unbidden, her throat gave voice to her utter commitment, her total physical and mental surrender to the lewd rapture that encompassed her and held her captive. There was no reprieve, except through cumming!
Her stomach churned and she wailed now in submission as her husband's tongue slithered in and out, fucking her cunt with wild, animallike fury. She herself was nothing but an animal, an animal in heat that had to be fucked and fucked good.
She screamed as she felt her pussy flood with her warm love juices that gushed into her husband's hungrily laving mouth.
Blindly, she entangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face gently, yet firmly, close, slowly closer up into her wildly thrashing loins. Her head flailed from side to side.
"Oh, baby," Gillian finally managed to moan. "Darling, Stephan, I need you inside of me, so bad."
"Yes ... yes," he heard himself say. He drew her closer to him, moving one hand down to encase the soft, smooth curves of her asscheeks. She glued her mouth to his, fucking her pink tongue in and out and along his teeth, and then brazenly moved her hand down to grasp his cock. Her cool contact made Stephan quiver and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. Gillian could taste her own cunt juice on his breath and it added to her excitement. She strained the full length of her body, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide and poised his cock against the snug little mouth of her hungrily gushing cunt, the thin, hairlined lips relaxing and seeping with her love juices and his saliva, begging for him to fuck it.
There, Stephan, right now! Now!
He lunged his hips, thrusting heavily as he fucked into her waiting pussy, feeling her fevered, pulsating cunt greedily clasp his cock and absorb it. She wanted all of it fucking deep up inside her tonight, and Stephan was amazed that in spite of her rejection of the lewd movie-taking, she seemed almost wanton, almost completely lost in the world of sexual abandonment ... he couldn't understand her, but didn't try to, not with her pussy pushed forward until the head of his cock was pressed hard up into the depths of her. She held him tightly, not only with her clasping, smoothly sliding cunt, but with her widespread legs, kicking them out to the side and locking her slender ankles tight around his heavily driving hips. He increased his own tempo, fucking into his wife with almost maniacal fury. Oh, God! He wasn't going to be able to last long tonight! Sometimes he would softly and slowly fuck her for hours on end, but not now, not at this rampaging, furious pitch! He was going to cum soon! "Ooooooooh, Stephan! Your cock feels so good! So good!" his now voracious wife whimpered, kissing and biting wildly at his neck and shoulders. "Yes! Yes! That feels so Gooooooddddddd!" Then she began to babble incoherently and he knew that she was fast approaching her own cum, and that spurred him on to new, more powerful strokes. Her knees drew up and her toes curled under as she raised her ass up higher off the floor, her moistly splayed cunt bucking wildly back up against his slipperily fucking cock.
"Ooooohhbbh ... oooooohhbbbh Goddddd!" she cried out, as if tortured. "I'm ... I'm there! I'm theeeerrrreeee!" With a sudden deep-throated groan, Gillian erupted beneath her husband, and in doing so released his own painfully dammed-up explosion. His cum burned hotly through his swollen balls and through his cock, bursting through the unseeing eye to flood far up into his wife's hungrily milking pussy. Again and again white spurts of scalding hot cum spurted from him until at last he collapsed, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own soft mewlings of gratification.
As sanity returned to him, Stephan edged his body off his wife and rolled over.
"Come on, baby," he said at last, shaking his wife gently awake. "We have to get to bed. Can't sleep on the floor all night."
He gathered her limp body into his arms and carried her to their kind-sized bed. He drew the covers gently over her naked body, stopping a moment to look at her beautiful tits and cunt before lying down beside her and covering them both with the light material of the sheet. Jesus Christ, he thought jubilantly. She really spread her legs for that camera tonight. I'm gonna get some red-hot fuck-films of my cock in her hot little cunt yet!!!

Chapter 2
The brilliant sun threw a wide shaft of light on the thick carpet as it streamed through the opened curtains and flooded over the bed where the Edwards were still deep in slumber.
Stephan woke slowly as a gentle early morning breeze blew in through the half-open window and ruffled the sheet against his body. He squinted his eyes and raised his arm over his forehead as a shield against the daylight, then turned on his side on the bed in an attempt to escape the glittering yellow light. His arm curled around his wife's naked waist, his fingers trailing through the wispy pussy hairs that graced the juncture of her limply spread thighs.
She sure is sound asleep, he thought with a broad smile brightening his face. Taking those movies must have really turned her on--God! The way she was fucking me last night!
His eyes opened to confront a smooth tanned patch of his wife's shoulders. He opened his eyes completely, rolling over on his back, and glanced at the lovely, sweet-smelling body sleeping next to him. Her face was buried between uplifted lithe arms, leaving visible only a strand of long blonde hair, glistening golden in the early morning Sunday sunshine.
"Honey," he whispered, wanting to awaken her gently. A deep moan answered him. He repeated it, this time to be answered by a low, "Wanna sleep some more." The bedclothes rustled as she lay flat on her stomach.
Stephan silently lifted the covers and slid out of bed, heading for the kitchen where he filled the tea kettle with water. Instant coffee would do this morning. A mewing at the patio screen door alerted him to Gillian's cat's mournful face as he pressed his face to the mesh screen; he mewed again with greater insistence.
"Damn cat," growled the young husband, realizing that his morning ritual of drinking his first cup of coffee for the day in the nude would have to be altered by the demands of the cat. Christ, thought the irritated man, last time I let that cat in and fed it when I was naked as a jaybird, old Miss Prichett called the police. He padded over the thick living room carpet and, spying his bathrobe, picked it up and slid one arm through each sleeve. His sleep-puffy eyes fell on the film cassettes of his sexy young wife, and a broad salacious grin showed off his even white teeth. He went back into the kitchen.
With film cassettes in hand, he gave the cat a good morning greeting with a scratch behind each ear. He put the film in the viewer and watched them as he had watched them last night. Goddamn but she's sexy in these movies. Frank was right! They really do turn you on--and if I'm not mistaken, that means Gillian, too. Got to thank that brother of mine; that little son of a bitch is always right!
The tea kettle whistled its completion and, with a smile still jeweling his face, Stephan heaped a teaspoon of instant into a coffee mug and poured the steaming water into it, thinking: that's what I'll do! I won't go golfing with my pigheaded partner. Christ, if it wasn't for the investment I've been trying to pressure him into I wouldn't give him the time. Instead I'll go over to Frank's private studio to ask for some pointers. Besides, if I'm in luck maybe he'll be doing some shooting today.
Minutes later, after having checked in on his wife who lay cuddled in the middle of the bed, the covers pulled over her head to ward off the imminent morning sunlight and double-protected by Stephan's pillow hiding her blonde tresses, he slipped into the dressing room and pulled a shirt from its hanger.
Having written his wife a short note telling her he would be gone for a few hours, he slipped out of the house and into their Mercedes, a whistle on his lips and a song in his heart.
Frank was sitting having coffee with a friend of his, the owner of a film processing lab in the Big Apple, when Stephan rang the buzzer to Frank's private studio situated in a high rent district of New York City.
"Morning, Stephan," his younger brother greeted him, following his words with a cordial slap on the back. "Just having some coffee here with a friend of mine. Come in and meet Basil."
Stephan noticed the deep wrinkles lining his brother's eyes and the puffiness of the eyelids--a sure giveaway for a hangover. Secretly, Stephan wondered if Frank had taken one of his instant movie cameras along to the party. It was supposed to be a real swingin' affair; wasn't that what he said? Must be great having a social life like that. The older brother envied him.
A slender blond-haired man offered his hand to Stephan: "Pleased to meet ya. I'm Basil."
"Basil and I are trying to get our heads back on our shoulders after that party last night, isn't that so, Basil."
"That's no lie," chuckled Basil, reaching for a half-emptied bottle of brandy sitting on the end table by the sofa.
"I guess we did overindulge a little," admitted Frank ruefully. Frank indicated a director's chair with his name written in bold letters across the back, a gift from his wife, and seated himself on the sofa next to Basil. He cleared his throat, meeting Stephan's eyes; his own were twinkling. "Did you and Gillian, ah, try out the camera last night?"
Stephan felt heat inadvertently rise on his neck and cheeks as the remembrance of the previous evening's activities with his wife sprang full blown into his mind once more. "Well, we ..." His eyes darted over to the sofa where Basil grinned knowingly at him. Damn, he thought. I wish Frank wouldn't be so open about these things. "We did take a few feet of film if that's what you mean."
Basil chuckled softly between sips of his brandy-coffee. "Ah, ha, the old movie-camera-on-the-wife trick," he rambled sagely.
Stephan searched for words, but none of an appropriate nature came to mind. It was as if his entire thinking process had stopped. He finally managed, "It's a great invention."
"Yep, did you take some naked movies of your wife?" asked his younger brother with embarrassing insistence.
Stephan's face grew even darker red, even beneath his bronze tan. "Yes, we took some of Gillian in the living room on the sofa."
Jesus, thought Stephan, I wish Frank would leave these questions for a more private meeting. How the hell do I know this idiot Basil won't call up Gillian and spill everything. She'd be on the phone to her lawyer in a second if she knew I was telling anybody about those movies.
"Did you take any in the bedroom?" the owner of the film laboratory asked. "That's the beauty of the timer."
"The timer?" Stephan assumed the innocent pose.
"The fifteen-second timer, the one I left for you to try out, remember?" His brother sat forward on the white sofa, waiting patiently for an answer. Then he leaned forward even further, dropping his voice conspiratorially. "How far would she let you go? Just a little cheesecake, or did she give you the whole pie?" He laughed heartily at his own humor.
"I ... I'm not sure what you're talking about, Frank."
"Listen," started Basil, now on his feet, his empty coffee cup in hand en route to the kitchenette in the corner of the room. He rested his hand on Stephan's shoulder and, leaning down, said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Almost everybody who tries out those instant Polaroids with the timers has the same ideas and does the same things. They're great little intimacy arousers. Gets you hornier than hell, especially if you use the timer so that you get shots of you and your cunt fucking away."
Immediately Stephan noted the use of the word cunt instead of wife.
"... Christ, you should have seen the girls get off on it at that party last night." He gave Stephan an extra pat on the shoulder before sauntering off for a refill. "Sorry, I didn't ask, but anybody else for a coffee and brandy? Sure does set you straight after a hangover, kinda like a good fuck when you're all uptight and strung out." He laughed and poured himself a cup.
Stephan stared at Basil. From the moment he set eyes on him he hadn't liked him. Well, my intuition served me right again. That man is sleazy as hell. Don't understand what Frank is doing with friends like that. He knew that Frank was often open about his sex life, but he was never coarse like Basil. Why, he was practically suggesting that he, Stephan, engage in lewd practices like well, like voyeurism, for God's sake! Self voyeurism was no better than jerking yourself off!
Basil settled himself back on the sofa, once more pouring a healthy shot of brandy into his steamy coffee and wincing with the scorching of the first sip. "When I first got into the film business, I owned a processing lab on the other side of town. I was really amazed at the number of fun-loving people who shared my interest. Christ! You should see some of the photographs people come in with to have blown up to life size and hang on their bedroom walls. And the movies, absolutely wild. Hell, I figured, why should they be having all the kicks?"
"You mean you take pictures of your wife? Naked?"
"Sure as hell do, Stephan." Basil crossed his long legs and set down his coffee cup, leaning forward on the sofa as if giving a sales pitch. "We take movies of each other fucking almost every night. Christ! You oughta see our collection. Why, thousands of people do the same thing all over the country these days. It's the in-thing to do." It was out of self-protection that Basil referred to 'his wife.'
Frank allowed his smile to widen. "That's why I suggested the movie camera, Stephan. Give you and Gillian's fucking a little lift. What's it been? Three years now? Sex getting a little too predictable for your tastes, huh?"
Stephan moistened his parched lips uncertainly. His brother had put him in an awkward position: what he and his wife did in the privacy of their own home was nobody's business but their own. But then again, this whole business of taking movies was getting out of hand, Frank putting it on a masculine-pride level and, assuming the role of the elder knowledgeable brother. Stephan refused to admit his naivete.
It wouldn't hurt, really, he reasoned to himself, to tell Frank about the movies he'd taken of Gillian last night. It was all innocent anyway. Gillian would never have to know: her communication with Frank was on the level of pure cordiality, with terse hellos and goodbyes.
Stephan placed his elbows on the arms of the chair and said in a low voice, "Well, we did get some good footage last night. Some ... some cheesecake as you say."
"Good," said Frank with a broad grin. "Did you get a kick out of playing movie director?"
"Sure did, Frank."
Basil laughed. "Nude shots?"
Stephan felt himself flushing again. "Well, not really. More like old Coca-Cola calendar ads. Cheesecake, as you call them."
"Got a surprise for you, Stephan." Basil leaned forward on the sofa again. "Now I wouldn't show these to anybody but Frank, but since you're his brother and all, and because I like you, I'm gonna give you a Sunday morning lift." He reached down to his brief case at the edge of the sofa and clicking it open, removed a bulky white envelope.
Stephan's nervous grin gave way to a frown. This was getting out of hand. With trembling fingers he tore open the envelope and looked up to see Basil staring fixedly at his expression.
"Let me explain: these are some film cartridges taken from a different movie film. A couple people sent the film in for me to develop. I take out the good parts and take them with the Polaroid movie camera. I get all these cartridges and they get their film. Pretty, good racket, you know?" He laughed and settled back comfortably on the sofa.
Frank rose to his feet, his hand stroking his forehead nervously. Jesus, he thought, I wish Basil wouldn't explain his operation to everybody who steps foot in this studio. One of these days he's gonna get busted and I don't want to have my name and address on a warrant. "Hey, guys, 'scuse me, but I gotta set up for a shooting session tonight."
Stephan watched his brother disappear through the doorway into the studio. There was no way out of it, he was stuck with Basil and his lewd ideas of fucking.
Basil went over to a closet by the couch and came back with a viewer. He set it up and in a few seconds was showing the first cartridge. Stephan sucked in his breath sharply as his eyes watched the first frame on the screen. "My God!" he managed to whisper.
The first cassette was of a lithe, buxom blonde with an angelic face. From her innocent face, Stephan guessed her to be no more than eighteen years old. She was lying completely naked on her back in a lounge chair; her slender legs raised and widespread, hanging over the sides of the soft blue cushions so that the whole of her naked loins were displayed to the eye of the movie camera. Her hands were cupped teasingly around her blonde-furred pussy, framing the wide-splayed splendor of her cunt. She was smiling coyly between her ruby-nippled alabaster tits. Stephan blinked and looked as the movie went on. Another sharp intake of breath, and a small gasp. The same young blonde, looking just as innocent and angelic as before, but a dark-haired handsome male had joined her in the chair. The blonde was straddling the man's loins, her widespread pussy lowered down on the man's hardened cock, so that fully half of his huge, wetly glistening cock was sunk into her open cunt. She was holding its base between her thumb and forefinger, her small pink tongue held tightly between her full red lips and her eyes squeezed tightly shut in ecstasy. Her other hand squeezed her huge tit, very hard, so that the jutting nipple seemed to point directly at the camera lens.
"That's one of my favorites," smiled Basil.
"But this girl can't be over nineteen and the guy looks twice her age," protested Stephan.
"That's her father."
Jesus Christ, thought Stephan, beads of sweat lacing his forehead and a rising hardness in his loins. He watched as the film finished with the young blonde sucking the man's cock to cumming in her mouth and then the viewer's screen went blank and Basil put on another cassette until all of them had been seen. One showed a different balding man kneeling between the opened thighs of a brunette, with huge pear-shaped breasts, his long tongue snaking out to touch the hotly swollen nipple of her clit nestled between soft, fleecy brown pussy curls. Another depicted a voluptuous blonde girl barely out of her teens with her coral-colored lips voraciously sucking the throbbing prick of a muscular man while he fucked the middle finger of one hand into the wetly glistening hole of her soft pink cunt. Her leg was raised so that the full extent of her cunthole was presented to Stephan's view while she sucked the man's cock and toyed with his cum-laden balls. Still another cassette showed two couples, both in their mid-thirties, engaged in an orgiastic group session which Stephan could not believe upon first sight, since one woman was being fucked by one man while that same man was sucking the cunt of another woman who in turn was licking the balls of another man. It was a mass of flesh, raw naked flesh, and Stephan couldn't imagine anything being that obscene until that cassette ended and another was placed in the viewer. This one was of two girls--obviously sisters--and a double dildo. The girls took the huge fake cock and inserted it simultaneously into their cunts. Moaning loudly, they began to writhe on the dildo, their tits heaving as they came loudly!
Stephan was sweating profusely, his breath coming in short gasps as his own cock tingled with arousal, by the time the obscene film ended. "Good God, Basil," he managed limply. "I've never seen anything like it!"
"And these are just a sampling, Stephan," said Basil. "I've got files of movies back there in the lab in case you ever ..."
Stephan wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. His throat felt raspy and he wished he had a cold glass of water to soothe his nerves. "Isn't this against the law?"
"Naw, they're just average Americans like you and me, Stephan--average people looking for a few kicks out of life, that's all. You'd be surprised at some of the people who bring in their films to me. Doctors, lawyers--God, even a grammar school principal's wife, Joan."
"What?" Stephan looked incredulous. The image of the movies lingered in his mind. They really made him hot, they made him hotter than anything he'd seen since he was a kid living in Texas. Just thinking about them made his prick tremble and begin to rise.
"Some people even exchange movies. Not a damned thing wrong with it, as far as I can see. All they do is get themselves and their wives turned on watching some other people fucking away, and they're doing the same thing watching us. And it does get your cock riled, believe me."
I believe you, all right, thought Stephan. I can remember how excited I got last night, taking pictures of Gillian--and they weren't anything more than some harmless cheesecake. I wonder if I dare take some of us fucking, or even of just Gillian naked with her beautiful tits trembling and her cunt sparkling.
He shook his head as if to clear it. No, there was no use even thinking about trying to carry his thoughts past the pure daydream stage. Gillian would never allow him to take movies of her stripped completely naked, even though she had agreed to let him take movies of her with her titties swaying nakedly last night, and she would most definitely never allow anything as lascivious as movies of him fucking her. For God's sake, even if she did agree to go that far, she would certainly not agree to let anyone else, much less strangers, see the movies.
And he couldn't expect her to, damn it; what was the matter with him? Gillian was a sweet, moral girl, faithful and passionate and able to satisfy his every need up until now--so why was he thinking about asking her to pose naked and fuck on film, something which fairly shouted of perversity and lack of respect for privacy and personal intimacy? Why should he be so excited at the possibility of seeing more of the lewd films which Basil had just shown him? Why should the thought of watching other people fucking and performing perversion on a regular basis bring the sweat out on his forehead, and bring a tightness to his chest and loins? Well, he couldn't explain it; it was beyond his comprehension. He knew only that the idea of seeing his sweet, innocent young wife, with her tits hanging nakedly in front of the camera lens, as he had for the first time last night, had turned him on like he had never been turned on before. And the sight of these movies of strangers fucking and sucking wildly together today had had the same physical effect on him.
"Any time you want to come over to my lab and see more, just give me a buzz or stop by. I try to reserve special hours for my special customers," he said, smiling, reaching into his brief case and pulling out a business card. "Here, this is how you can get in touch with me."
Stephan reached for the card and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. He put the films back into the envelope and then held out the envelope for its owner to claim.
"Oh, no! That's a gift. Take it home to your wife and show them to her, it'll turn her on, I guarantee. One peek at that reel and she'll be begging for you to fuck her."
Stephan wished this stranger wouldn't make such presumptuous remarks about Gillian.
"No, I couldn't show this to her," Stephan said, shaking his head. "Gillian would never talk to me again!"
"I think you're underestimating your wife and all women in general. Why not give it a try? You're interested, I can tell from the way you were droolin' over the footage. Take it from me, all you've got to do is put the bug in the wife's ear and get her on the right track. Once they see the kicks involved, they're only too happy to go along. I know, by golly; Taffy, Frank's wife, she was the same as your wife. What's her name? Gillian ... shy and retiring. Now she's open and much warmer--and one hell of a hot fuck, so Frank tells me."
Stephan felt uncomfortable in the face of all this candidness, the unexpected admissions and ideas and concepts which he had been subjected to. He got up from the chair, a twinge of embarrassment warming his cheeks when he felt the pressure of his hardened cock pulling tightly against his pants. Nervously, he let the envelope swing from his hands, covering the telltale bulge.
"Ah, thanks a lot ... Basil. I gotta go now. Just want to say goodbye to my brother before I leave and thank him for the use of the movie camera."
But, overhearing their conversation, Frank came bounding through the doorway, "Hey, Stephan. Just want to tell ya that we're gonna have a little fun here later tonight. Tell Gillian that if she'd care to come along, she's more than welcome. Taffy should be here and one of the actresses, too." He shrugged his shoulders, "You know, a little drink and a few instant cameras. Nothing special, just a little fun."
"Thanks a lot, Frank, but Gillian and I were planning to ..."
"Aw, come on. Maybe I can give you a few pointers."
"We'll see." Stephan was halfway to the door when he suddenly remembered the camera. "I've got the camera in the car, you know the one you lent me yesterday and I forgot to bring it in."
"That's okay, brother. Save it. I have a feeling it's gonna come in handy for you and Gillian in the near future."
When he unlocked his car door, Stephan knew that there was no use kidding himself any longer; he was going to take Basil's suggestion about leaving the film in a place where Gillian would be sure to find it, he would have to leave the viewer out in plain sight. Feeling a strange coupling of guilt and mounting excitement at what he was about to do, Stephan drove to a small neighborhood park three blocks away from his home and turned off the motor.
Christ! he thought, am I really going to have the balls to show these to my wife? With trembling fingers, he opened the white envelope and glanced at the obscene black cassettes again. His prick seemed to jerk spasmodically in his pants as he remembered the lewd, tremendously stimulating acts being performed in the full color splendor of the cassettes. The ones that had really turned him on the most were those that had depicted oral fucking: soft feminine mouths closed eagerly, hungrily, over the lust-hardened cocks of their husbands; masculine lips and tongues paying devoted homage to the warm secret cuntlips of their wives. These he would put on top, so that they would be the first ones Gillian would see when she placed them on the viewer; maybe they would convince her of the beauty, of the rightness, of sucking cock and pussy.
He started to put them back into the envelope when a sudden frown creased his forehead and he stopped. Some of the other cassettes, besides those depicting oral fucking, were pretty animal and raw for the innocent eyes of his wife; instead of being turned on, being interested and excited by the films as he intended, she would probably become angry from viewing such blatantly carnal acts as ass-fucking and three-ways and four-ways. He couldn't include those films, not now, not for a while yet--just the milder ones, the ones showing a man and his wife screwing in all the possible ways.
Quickly, he sorted out the cassettes, putting those he deemed too daring for Gillian's mild taste in a separate pile; the rest he shuffled back into the white envelope. Then he got out of the car and with a wide grin on his face, threw the rejects in the garbage can. With a smile of perversity, he jumped back in the car and headed home.
Gillian was in the back yard weeding the flower bed when he got home that afternoon.
"Hi, honey!" he called from the living room where the plate glass door was slid open, emitting the warmth of the July Sunday afternoon.
The kind of afternoon where everything seemed in slow motion, lazy and blissful.
"What have you been doing, Stephan?" Gillian tried to sound calm and relaxed to disguise the anger in her voice. Sundays had always been a day to be spent together and shared, but this morning Stephan had left the house, not even bothering to awaken her, and left a note. "Be back soon." No explanation, no phone number where he could be reached. He had to be up to something surreptitious.
"Oh, just went over to Frank's studio ..." He took a long swallow of his cold beer, and that seemed to oil his throat muscles somewhat.
"Why don't you come out here so I can hear you?" Gillian pulled at an obdurate vine that would not loosen its hold around a bush. "Just a second." He waved his arm and then slipped off to his study where he put the envelope on top of the bookshelf. Obviously this was not the time to confront his wife with such matters. He could tell by her metallic voice that she was disturbed by his abrupt departure that morning.
"Any phone calls for me?" he asked boldly, offering her a cold beer which she gratefully accepted with a gloved hand.
"Just one from your partner, says you stood him up for golf. Sounded a little angry." She went back to trimming the rose vine, her beer can precariously perched on a fence post.
Stephan tilted his head back and took a healthy swallow of icy beer. Christ! How am I going to tell her I'm leaving again tonight? I really would like to go back over there to the studio and catch a little of the action. I won't get involved, just sit there and watch. Gillian should be able to understand that I need to be around people in other fields than business. Christ, it gets to be a bore sometimes, listening to all that shop talk. It's time I start broadening my interests before I'm too old to enjoy such things as film-making.
"Gillian."
She lifted her head, her large-brimmed straw hat framing her angelic face, so innocent and trusting. With just a bit of flush in her cheeks she looked like the young eighteen-year-old in the photos, now safely tucked away in his office. For Gillian had the same rare, wide-eyed look.
"Gillian, I've decided to take some film-making classes," he began. "I'm getting tired of reading nothing but Fortune and U.S. News and World Report, you know? Like you've got your garden," he said expansively, stretching his arms to encompass the small back yard scarcely larger than the living room--except for the swimming pool. "But all I see all day is fat, paunchy businessmen. Frank has agreed to give me a few pointers and get me started." He looked down at his wife, waiting for her negative response, the same predictable response whenever Frank's name was mentioned.
But it didn't come.
"I'm going over there tonight to start. I met this guy who's got a film laboratory, you know, processing and editing animation, and he says he'll give me a real deal on any work I give him. Film-making is expensive, you know."
She stood up, took another swallow of her beer, and bent down to resume her weed pulling, her motions interrupted only once when she pulled off her right-hand glove to yank back a strand of blonde hair that had escaped her hair clip.
"Well ..." he said expectantly.
"Well what? I think it's great, Stephan. It'll take your mind off dirty cheap pictures for a change."
She sat on her haunches, picking through the ground cover. Gillian felt a small sense of foreboding, as if there was something Stephan was not telling her, as if there was some other motive behind his sudden interest in movie films. She thought back to the previous evening, and to the films Stephan had taken of her--with her dress hiked up and her panties showing; thought back to how excited he had been, how obviously aroused by the sight of her posing so provocatively before the eye of the movie camera and in its sixty-second lasting capture of it. A small involuntary tremor coursed through her soft young body. She must never let Stephan do that again, take movie pictures of her naked like that; it was wrong and wicked and it had no place in a happy, fully consummated marriage such as theirs.
"Honey," he began, caution in his voice. "Let's go out to eat and then I'll bring you home before I go over to Frank's studio. There's a movie you can watch on T.V. tonight, supposed to be a real thriller." he added with a note of encouragement.
And judging from her response, it was a perfect idea.
They enjoyed a leisurely dinner at a well-known French restaurant not far from their suburban home, and Stephan managed to steer the conversation to many things of little consequence, so that Gillian would forget about last night, this morning, and what he was about to do that night. Her anger subsided with a full stomach and several glasses of excellent French wine. By the time they left the restaurant and went out to the car she was relaxed. The Mercedes swerved into the driveway and he kissed her, promising he would not be late. She whispered in return, "Come home early and fuck me tonight, Stephan darling." He promised he would, kissed her again, and said goodbye, feeling once more that odd mixture of guilt and mounting excitement as he backed the car out of the driveway.
All the way to his brother's studio and all during the time he was with his wife Stephan kept telling himself he wouldn't ask her to pose for any more of those films, concentrating instead on fantasies of what it would be like to be a movie director. It wasn't the actual movie, he reassured himself, that turned me on; if was the creative process of taking them. Or imagining a picture and watching it develop.
It was Basil who greeted him at the door of his brother's private movie studio.
"Hi, Stephan. Glad to see you could get away from the ol' wifey long enough to come play with us."
The richness of Stephan's dinner began a slow churning sensation as the unctuous sound of Basil's voice slurred on. It was obvious he'd been drinking all day, judging from the slap-happy way he repeatedly pawed at Stephan's shoulder and the way his feet kept getting in each other's way.
"Did you show them to her?" Basil's thin arm encircled Stephan's shoulder and Stephan could smell alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke.
"Show them? Oh, oh, no. Didn't have time." Stephan felt his face color.
"What? You mean you didn't show her any of them?"
Here we go again, back in the same embarrassed defensive position I was in this morning. God, but this guy is getting to be a pain in the ass ...
"Naw. I don't think she'd be interested."
"She'll get into it. Jes' a matter of time. Seen a lot of women, shy as can be at having their naked tits and cunt in a movie, at first and after a little while, you can't hold 'em back. Tell you what, how 'bout I fix us each a drink and then we can go on with this man-to-man talk and I'll give you some more pointers."
Frank, having heard his brother's voice, came bounding through the doorway, a tripod in hand.
"Hello, there," he said, extending his hand, a big grin on his handsome tanned face. "Glad you could make it, with or without Gillian."
"What's up?" Stephan tried to appear casual, relaxed, but he couldn't find a comfortable place for his hands that seemed to get in the way of every gesture. Giving up, he finally plunged them into his pants pockets.
"Setting up for a couple of shots. If it turns out as usual, it'll end up in a party." He chuckled lightly and motioned with his free hand for Stephan to follow him, an invitation that he readily accepted. Anything to get away from Basil. Stephan felt uncomfortable, acutely so, as though again he was getting more than he'd bargained for, but there wasn't any way he could see of getting out of it. He had an inkling that they were setting up for more nude scenes, but now that he was here, what was he supposed to do? Leave? Have his brother think him a hen-pecked conservative prude?
"Here you go, pal." Basil handed him a double bourbon on the rocks.
He was about to refuse, but on second consideration, reasoned one drink or two wouldn't make any difference. Besides he could use it, he told himself; he had a bad case of the jitters at the thought of those filthy movies on his bookshelf at home. Christ! I should have put them in my filing cabinet. Gillian keeps her magazines on that top shelf. And if she found, them ... he took a sip of his drink. Well, he didn't want to think about that right now.
It took only minutes for the ice cubes to rattle emptily in the bottom of the glass and, not missing his cue, Basil was at hand, as always, with another bottle that tilted and gurgled into Stephan's empty glass. Appreciatively, Stephan raised the cool rim to his lips, nodding at Basil who stood close to him, glued to his body wherever he went, like the right half of Siamese twins.
"Sure is nice to know that Frank has a brother who's a real swinger." His eyes lifted to the director, Frank, now on the top rung of the ladder where he was reaching overhead to replace one of the light bulbs in the strobe fixture. Basil stared up at him, admiringly, "He sure is one hell of a guy, that Frank ..."
He was interrupted by the sight of a young girl, probably no more than eighteen, emerging from the dressing room adjacent to the large empty room cluttered with tripods, lights, and cameras, and now a large wood-framed waterbed.
Stephan felt a sharp, bony elbow mash into his ribs. "How ya' like the looks of that stuff, eh, Stephan? Our fun for the night," Basil said with a wink.
The tall, lithe blonde, her luminous green eyes sparkling nodded. "Hi! My name is Kitty."
"And I'm Stephan."
"Pleased to meet ya, Stephan."
"Hello down there!" called Frank from the top rung of the ladder. "I'm havin' a few problems here with this circuit, so make yourself comfortable. It may be a while."
She looked up at him and nodded.
"Have a seat and a drink. Have you met my brother yet?"
"Sure have! He's a real groovy cat, Frank," she said, licking her lips and sticking out one narrow hip to rest the palm of her hand on.
"Anybody got a joint?" Kitty's green eyes surveyed the negatively shaking heads of the three men.
"What a drag," her mouth twitched with disappointment. "Tell you what, if somebody'll give me a lift to my folks' house I'll bring back a couple of reefers. Just got some good shit from a friend of mine who just came back from Columbia."
With a double bourbon to bolster his courage and erase any tremor of guilt, Stephan, anxious to get away from Basil, sat his empty glass on a filing cabinet and said boldly, "I'd be happy to give you a ride, Kitty. I don't smoke the stuff myself though," he admitted sheepishly.
So with Basil and brother Frank exchanging knowing looks and smirks of suspicion, Stephan held the door open for the teenager to slip through. Basil watched from the window overlooking the street as the Mercedes revved to life.
"That brother of yours doesn't know what he's getting himself into." Basil climbed three rungs of the ladder, just high enough to hand a bourbon and water to the movie director who smiled down at his comrade-in-sin.
"Do him good," he muttered, still looking upward toward the burned-out light. "He hasn't had any extracurricular cunt since he married that little wife of his. She's one hell of a looker, but she's so uptight. Needs a little loosening up." He looked down at Basil who had climbed down the ladder. "Maybe the old Steve needs a good piece of Kitty's cunt. She can show him how to set his old lady straight!"

Chapter 3
God, Kitty was a sexy broad, Stephan thought as he forced himself to keep his eyes off her huge jiggling titties and curvaceous asscheeks. He'd never seen such luscious tits on a girl her age before, and his mouth watered at the thought of what it would be like to suck her little nipples till they grew hot and throbbing in his mouth. Jesus Christ, he caught himself, he would just have to keep his mind off of it until he got her safely back to the studio.
But Stephan was all too aware of Kitty's body next to him in the car to ignore her, even though she sat next to the opposite door. She'd made no effort to pull down her skirt when she got into the car. Her well-shaped thighs were really something to look at, he thought, and the hugely billowing young titties beneath her sweater gave ample evidence that she had not bothered to wear a bra. From the looks of things, he'd be willing to bet that she wasn't wearing any panties either. Despite his efforts these thoughts and images of the nude movie film of this provocative high school girl brought stirring life to Stephan's cock. He knew he was tensing up, knew his cock was beginning to swell painfully ... but hell, she was only a kid, what the hell did she know? God, that's all he needed now--a hard-on! And with this young girl, too. 18 years old!
It was he who broke the silence. "Is acting a summertime job for you, Kitty?"
"Oh, no. I've been an actress since I was four years old. My mother started me doing commercials as soon as I could talk. After that I started doing a few shots here and there in soap operas and then just this year I started this other business." She pulled her hairbrush out of her leather handbag and dragged it through her wealth of straight blonde hair, wincing as she struggled with a snarl.
"What do you mean by 'this business?'" His curiosity overcame his reasoning, as if foreknowledge already held the answer for him.
"Fuck films."
"W-what?" Stephan couldn't believe her brazen attitude.
"Yeah. My dad's the one who got me involved in this business. He's my agent. Money's good. The way my dad and me got it all figured out, I'll be able to retire when I'm twenty-one." Her red polished nails scraped the bottom of her handbag till she found a stick of gum which she tore in half. Chewing with an open mouth, she carefully wrapped the other half in its wrapper and tucked it back in purse. She crossed her arms in her lap.
"Your father is your agent?" Stephan's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Yeah. You square or somethin'?"
I'm beginning to wonder, thought the young husband to himself. I can't believe my brother is risking his business and career for such a wild youngster as this! He must be crazy! Christ, I wish she'd pull her skirt down, it's nearly up to her waist now.
"You married?" He turned to her, just as she put on her heavy sunglasses. She was beautiful.
"Yeah, I'm married."
"Do you and your wife fuck alot?"
"Do we what?"
"Get it on. You know," she said sarcastically, pronouncing each word with articulation. "Fuck. F-U-C-K. Fuck!"
Stephan could feel his face redden, "Yes, we fuck."
"Are you a swinger?" And then noticing his indecision at the traffic light, she pointed a long tanned arm to the right. "Take the next exit from there a right onto Blossomtree lane, first house on the left."
Stephan glanced over his shoulder to check the evening traffic, which for some miraculous reason, was all headed in the opposite direction. Good thing, too, he thought. That was an illegal turn and all I need is to get stopped with this young piece of ass in my car. She'd probably proposition the policeman.
"You didn't answer my question," she insisted, snapping her gum.
"Depends on what you mean by swinger."
"Come on, ol' man. You know, like do you take naked movies of her? Do you like to make it with other couples or what?"
"Well ... we ..."
"You ain't had enough pussy to sink your cock into lately, I can tell." She smiled, resting her blonde head on the headrest, staring at the man twice her age.
"How can you tell?" He felt himself blushing, and being all too conscious of his condition that throbbed unforgivingly in his pants, he twitched in the driver's seat.
Now she shrugged and gave a knowing little smile. "You're too uptight. You'd be more relaxed ... if you'd been fucking regularly."
"What?" It had been a long time since Stephan had been around teenagers and he hadn't realized that their language could be as lewd as an adult's.
"You've got a hard-on. You had a hard-on ever since you set those big brown eyes on my tits and my cunt. Didn't you, now?"
Stephan was beside himself. He'd never met such a brazen female in his life, and at the age of eighteen. Christ! What's she going to be like when she's old enough to drink?
Without a warning, she reached over and touched the bulge of his cock in his trousers. "Mmmmmmm." The contact created the same result in his loins as a match struck in a gasoline-vapored chamber. She left her hand, not teasing him, not caressing, merely resting her finger on the throbbing lump created by his desire. Kitty's eyes were locked on his face; the intensity of her glance was something he could feel. She seemed to be asking something--and receiving silent answers. Stephan was aware that he was driving very slowly now--the vehicle was barely moving, crawling along the off ramp. His breath caught with the next comment from the girl. "If you hadn't seen me you wouldn't be all turned on, would you?"
Stephan had to force the words out of his suddenly dry throat. "I guess not." He kept his eyes on the road, watching out for any highway patrol man who might find his driving unacceptable for freeways.
"Then ... I'm responsible, huh?" She looked over her shoulder out the rear window, then glanced ahead of them. "Keep driving," she ordered. She had some plan, obviously; her actions were unmistakable. Through a haze of uncertainty and growing heat, Stephan felt her hand leave his leg and begin fumbling with his belt. "Take a deep breath," Kitty said. He did as instructed, and she quickly unfastened his belt buckle. A second later his zipper scraped, and her knowledgeable hand and fingers released his heavily throbbing cock from the imprisoning confines of his shorts. He groaned deep in his throat and she stroked it a couple of times.
I didn't ask for this, Gillian. Honest I didn't! the young husband implored his wife silently. I didn't ask for her to start egging me on like this. It just happened. Honest!
"My ... your cock's beautiful!" she said breathlessly. "So big! So hard!" She lovingly pumped it for a few seconds, then rolled it like a thick cigar between her fingers. The reflected light from the dashboard showed her hand moving up and down on his long white prick. God, how he had wanted a girl to do that! It was almost more than he could stand. Already, even though only thirty or forty seconds had elapsed, he could feel the gathering cum in his balls. The girl was an expert; she knew what she was doing. He groaned, and his breath began coming faster and faster.
He was so caught up in the delicious sensation that Kitty had to make the request twice.
"What?" he muttered, not really sure he comprehended.
"Move the seat back further," she repeated.
Stephan mentally knew what was coming next. Eagerly, he reached down on his left for the seat release and pushed with his back. They slid all the way back. He was forced to drive with his arms almost straight out in front of him.
Kitty glanced out the rear window again--looked again to see where they were. "Take the next turn to the right," she ordered. "That street is under construction. Just keep driving. Tell me if you see any cars coming from behind." She bent forward and her hot lips slipped wetly down over the head of his heavily pulsing cock.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" It was a moan of delight wrenched from his soul. How long he had waited for his cock to be sucked! He felt his prick give another jerk as if it were alive and independent of him. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in his bourbon-filled head, but it remained hugely swollen, growing with every flick of the shameless eighteen-year-old girl's hotly licking tongue.
This is wrong, his tortured mind screamed. I'm a married man ... what would Gillian say? I can't go through with it! But he was unable to stop. Nothing had felt so beautiful before. Her tongue flicked hotly at the eyelike opening of his cock and then ran maddening circles around the head. She had wrapped her lips around his cock so that her mouth felt like a soft, hotly clamping cunt ring, wonderfully moistened. With her free hand, she reached down into his shorts and began gently squeezing his balls in rhythm to her teasing little sucking movements. Up and down her mouth moved, gently bobbing like an oil pump pulling precious liquid from the subterranean depths. Stephan was about to go out of his mind from the sensation. The girl had said to keep driving, but it was almost impossible to do that because of what he felt. He couldn't have been traveling more than three or four miles an hour when Kitty, as if sensing his impending cum, began taking the cock deep into her throat. Faster, faster, faster her head moved until Stephan could stand it no longer. He arched his back and raised his ass off the seat in an effort to fuck it further down her throat. She took it all, and as the head of his prick began swelling to enormous size, Kitty started sucking voraciously, interspersing the vacuum with occasional little nibbles. He glanced down and could see her lips pulled out grotesquely as they clung to his wildly fucking cock. He continued to fuck up to meet her, and she continued to take him. His mouth was swollen shut and long, hoarse pants of breath whistled through it. His prick felt as though it weighed a ton--a ton of hot molten lava restlessly surging below the surface of a volcano. He knew he was on the verge of cumming and felt he should prepare her, but as her motions became more rapid and the suction increased, he suddenly knew it didn't matter. She obviously had done this before--Christ, probably a thousand times in those movies she acted in: she was an expert. The juice gathered, seethed, and boiled. The eruption was imminent. Low guttural noises of delight came rumbling out of his throat. He was cumming ... cumming ... almost there. Almost. Now ... now! Now! The first hot spurts of cum boiled out of his balls and screamed along the duct leading to the head of his cock. "Aaaaahhhh ... hahhhhhh." His cry was meant to give her some warning, but the sound merely increased her hungrily sucking frenzy. The hot cum soared out of his cock in great gushing quantities, and she went on sucking furiously as he shot everything he had into her wonderfully hot, greedy mouth. And still he came, as weeks, years, of pent-up frustration of wanting, yearning for his wife to make him cum with her mouth manifested themselves in almost half a cup of the elixir of love.
She used her tongue to tease, her mouth and lips to suck, until his prick slowly began to deflate. It was as though she felt it necessary to suck every last drop of whitely scalding cum from his balls. She continued to work until he was sure he was getting ready for another erection, then she suddenly stopped.
Stephan gave a mumbled sigh of happy release, and abruptly became aware that his car--light on, motor running--was standing motionless right in the middle of the street. Kitty withdrew her cum-dripping lips from his cock, then kissed its head which was inflamed from her nibbling and smeared with her lipstick. She slithered up until she was enclosed in his arms. Then she kissed him wetly; her tongue darted and licked around his mouth. He could taste the alien taste of his own cum in her mouth. Kitty's face was slippery--glistening from the cum juices and streaked with her lipstick. She scooted back over to her own side of the car, opened her purse, and carefully began to wipe her mouth with a kleenex as he began driving again.
"Just around the corner--to the right."
He turned onto the street where she lived as she glanced over toward him, "Do I look presentable? I mean you can't tell that I've been sucking you off?"
He inspected her face, and nodded.
She smiled as he stopped in front of her house and started to get out of the car to open the door for her. "Don't bother," she said quickly and slid out. "I'll be back in a flash." As her skirt flared up, he realized he had been right; she wasn't wearing panties, after all. The crevice of her smooth young asscheeks was a dark inviting line at the top of her white thighs.
Stephan saw her father part the curtains of their ranch-style home and stare into the dusk.
"That's my dad," she called over her shoulder. "He's a real groovy dude--just like you." She waved over her shoulder at him.
Stephan got back in the car. He could hear her laughter until the front door closed behind her excessively wiggling little ass. He leaned forward, resting his head on the steering wheel while his sweating palms gripped it hard until his knuckles turned white.
He could only sigh in contentment. Stephan had never felt so relaxed and peaceful in his life, except for those little twinges of guilt that kept clouding his ecstasy. He knew that he should feel guilty now, but the stirrings of remorse and shame were not forthcoming. He only felt like a satisfied, virile male, one who had been satisfied by a woman. He felt a certain power, a certain pride in the fact that there, now, he had proven that his desire for oral fucking had been right, and not something darkly evil as his wife seemed to think.
His wife. The thought of Gillian echoed in his mind, and a small part of his brain tried to make the self-deprecation come; but he fought the thoughts away and he simply sat there, taking in the musk smell and the permeating odor of their consummated lust.
His head was still resting on the steering wheel when Kitty emerged from the house, a grin on her youthful face.
"Look what I got!" she beamed, sliding into the car seat. "There's gonna be a party tonight!" She held up a baggie full of dark brown organic matter. "There's enough here for everybody to get loaded. It's the only way to film a fuck movie."
She put the bag in her purse and sat back in the seat as if it were the most natural thing in the world that she was on her way to be fucked and sucked while a movie camera whirled away in the background.
* * *
Gillian Edwards, smiling happily and with a warm glow spreading through her from the Martinis, sat back on the divan in the living room and sipped the remaining liquid from her glass. She stretched languidly, thinking, I feel so good tonight, so warm, loved and happy. I'm lucky, a very lucky woman, to have a wonderful husband--good provider and a very, very, very good cocksman.
She giggled softly, and a warm, pleasant ache began between her tender young thighs. She sighed then, squeezing her legs tightly together, wishing Stephan hadn't gone over to his brother's studio tonight. They could have had another drink together, and then gone to bed, as they did on Sunday nights, and fuck for hours and hours, slow and sweet and good. That was the kind of mood she was in tonight, the mood to be screwed very, very slowly for a long, long time.
Well, Stephan would be home at ten or so and they could fuck then. She would have to content herself with a book--and, yes why not, having another drink. She was feeling a little audacious tonight, and even though she knew her absolute limit without getting drunk was three drinks in one evening, she decided that, by golly, she was going to make herself a third!
She mixed the drink in the kitchen; so as not to mess up the bar that the cleaning lady had scrubbed that week, humming softly and a little intoxicatedly.
Well, I think I'll see if there is any good reading material around here for me to pass away the evening until Stephan gets home. Guess I'll check out that Book of the Month Club selection they sent me--the one I wrote and told them to please not send. Just as well, she sighed, if Stephan is going to take up photography. I don't want to be the stupid housewife stuck at home. It'll do me good to read some best sellers--give me something to talk to other people about.
She slipped into her slippers and padded her way down the hallway to Stephan's study--secluded at the end of the house. He often kept his documents and research materials in that room, just in case weekend decisions on a business deal had to be made. Let's see, she put her long finger to her lips, where did I put ... oh, of course! Right where I put all my mail--on top of the bookshelf. Standing on her tiptoes, the petite housewife reached overhead to the top shelf, her fingers touching a packet of something, too bulky to be a book. Four fingers edged along the length of the shelf and then she drew them away, a cloud of dust filming the air. "Oh God!" she said, aloud. "I'm going to have to talk to the cleaning lady about this!" She reached up once more for the thick brown envelope now visible at the end of the shelf. Her fingers could touch it, her eyes could see it, but her legs wouldn't stretch that far, so she pulled her husband's swivel chair over a few feet and climbed atop it.
Ah! Finally. She removed an envelope from on top of the book packet and set it aside, thoughtlessly. The staples flew as Gillian ripped open the package, reassuring herself that reading would be a good time passer till Stephan finally came home. "Oh, no!" she frowned. "I didn't want that!" She threw the book on the floor in disgust. Stupid people, she thought, can't even keep orders straight. Well, I'm sure there's something else of interest up here--this is where everything gets tossed.
Gillian's eyes scanned the length of the shelf. Hmmmmm, wonder what this is, she thought, staring at the envelope. Some mail I didn't see? Looks interesting. She flipped it over to see "Fragile" stamped in official black ink. Must be business cassettes she reasoned. Probably old letters he'd dictated to his secretary for the past six months.
It was tempting. Gillian always stayed clear of her husband's work, never wanting to involve herself to the degree where she had to take many phone messages or get in that abominable rut of typing letters. But with all this talk of film-making lately, so what? She stepped down off the chair, envelope in hand, and brushed the footprints from the royal blue weave.
She sipped again from her martini. The liquor was beginning to affect her now, in several different ways. Giddy and careless, she sat down at her husband's desk and opened the unsealed envelope. It always gave her a little thrill to see or hear about bits or evidence of his business success--like a peek into his brain, a part she never witnessed otherwise. Her ardor of a few minutes earlier, instead of waning, seemed to have gained intensity, so that she felt a moistening down in her pussy, flowing out to dampen her thighs; and she felt too, a boldness that she had never expected before, an irrational desire to do something she had never done before--involve herself in her husband's business.
Impulsively, then, stifling another slightly tipsy giggle, Gillian reached out and grasped the envelope. Her fingers fumbled at the sealed flap, finally got it open; and then she was drawing out what appeared to be cassettes out of an instant movie camera. It was a strange way to dictate a business letter. Which made her even more curious about her husband's affairs. She held them in her lap, letting them lie there, on the warm velvet mound of her lower belly, as she drained the last of the martini. Then she drew the viewer, which Stephan had set on his desk, towards her and flipped them into the slot, turning the machine on and waiting for the blank screen to come on.
Her first reaction was one of shocked horror. She blinked rapidly several times, her eyes held transfixed by the full color carnality which she saw in the viewer's screen. Her brain was spinning with the combined forces of startlement and undiluted gin. Lord, they were really fucking!
Gotta get another drink! She picked up the unseen film cassettes and the viewer and headed for the kitchen, having first dropped off the film and viewer on the bedroom dresser.
My God! she thought when she'd settled on the bed in their bedroom. This is ... it's filthy! It's pornography, that's what it is, plain and simple pornography!
She wanted to cast the offending cassettes from her, but a curious perversity made her grip them more tightly between her fingers and kept her eyes fastened to the viewing screen. The first cassette showed a sweet-looking blonde straddling a dark-haired man; both of them were nude, with their cocks and cunts fully exposed to the camera, and his ... his prick was pushed halfway up into her open pussy!
Gillian swallowed hard, watching the expression on the young woman's face. It was one of sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, lids drooping, mouth parting and wet. With the tip of her wet pink tongue darting out between her lips, she seemed to be oblivious to the camera, caught up in the sexual frenzy of the moment, of the feeling of the man's hardened cock imbedded deep within her tightly gripping cunt walls. And she was manipulating her own tits, squeezing them passionately in her ardor.
God! She can't be more than nineteen years old! Gillian thought feverishly.
Staring at the angelic young girl's obvious enjoyment, Gillian felt a quickening of her breath, a fluttering in her lower belly. The inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran her pink tongue over her lips several times, trying to dispel the arid, cottony taste.
Her now trembling fingers pulled the first cassette from the viewer and pushed the second one into the machine. She gasped, and a little spiral of unwanted heat wended its way upward through her hotly streaming pussy into her belly and chest, hardening the firm, ruby crests of her snowy tits. A man, distinguished and older, was crouched between the widespread thighs of a small, well-proportioned blonde, his long wet, seemingly hard tongue curled out to flick over the naked pussy and the erect clitty of the passion-tensed girl!
A wave of puritan revulsion took hold of Gillian, and again she wanted to throw the offending cassettes from her--break them up into little pieces.
Why, oh why did Stephan get these? Where did he get them? Isn't he satisfied with me? Am I such a bad fuck? All these questions, answered only by her own shallow breathing, clouded her mind, mixing with the gin into a miasma of self-doubt.
But she did not throw them away. Again, she stared at the viewer, at a man, at his tongue licking hungrily at the widespread pussy of the blonde girl. Lord, she moaned softly to herself at the lewd, cunt-flooding sight. He's going to suck her pussy and make her cum just like Stephan did to me last night on the living room floor after he took those dirty pictures of me with my legs spread on the couch! I ... I wonder if she's going to suck his cock like Stephan wanted me to do?
A cascade of shame flowed through her, causing her to flush a violent crimson. She was no better than the ... the lascivious people in the films! Thinking filthy thoughts, working herself into an impossible sexual froth. Suddenly, she wished again that her husband were home. Her pussy was so hot now, heated by the gin and the perversity of the lewd instant films she held in her quaking hand.
"God, I shouldn't torture myself like this!" she moaned aloud, but even as the words left her lips she was pulling out the third cassette and placing it on the viewer.
And there it was! Just as she had imagined! There was another young woman, with her lips firmly ovalled around the lust-hardened cock of a thin, muscular man! And she was enjoying it, this young girl was enjoying, yes reveling in the taste of the man's huge prick! She was actually groveling in the very thing Stephan had for so long wanted her to do to him.
A low cry of frustrated despair tore from Gillian's throat, and she was finally able to push the film away from her, the lewd cassettes in disarray on the bed beside her. She lay there, trembling, opening and closing her legs in a vain effort to dispel the tingling, flowing excitement which the lewd film had built to a fanning inferno between her soft, pulsating thighs.
Stephan, she thought confusedly, Stephan, I need you. I wish you were here right now! I want you, I want you to fuck me, Stephan ... oh, Stephan!
Her hands went out on either side of her to clutch the spread. Her belly was on fire now and her cunt ached for cock. It was as if the pussy-arousing acts she was seeing here tonight had aroused her passions to the desperation point. Tears flowed from her eyes, and her body squirmed lewdly on the bed. She wiped away the wetness which was obscuring her vision--and her gaze fell again on one of the cassettes, the nearest one. She pushed the film into the viewer.
It showed a nakedly locked couple performing simultaneous oral fucking in the classic sixty-nine position!
Her eyes grew glazed. Breath spewed raggedly from between her open, tongue-moistened lips. She stared at the picture, at the woman in the process of running her own wetly glistening tongue upward over the man's cum-swollen balls to the ridged underside of his hardened cock, as the man's lips pressed tightly to the gaping, pink-red softness of the girl's wide-split young pussy, his nose gently tickling the tiny puckered ring of her asshole.
Oh, God, I'm sorry, Gillian's mind cried, I'm sorry. But I don't care. I can't stand it. I can't!
And in one swift motion, the beautiful young wife rolled onto her back, still watching the salacious, full-color movie with her eyes, and with her free hand drew open the red velvet robe. Beneath it she wore only a thin pair of flimsy panty briefs. As if a separate entity, ungoverned by her will, the hand drew the panties down, slowly, slowly, as she raised her quivering asscheeks high off the bed.
Her passion-fogged brain blotted out all the evils she had been led to believe would come from finger-fucking herself. There was only her urgency now, her need for release from the intense arousal of her body by the lustful activities in the films.
She massaged the smooth, flat whiteness of her belly with the palm of her hand, around and around, raising up to pass over her tits with their swollen nipples, causing whirlpools of passion to seethe within her. Then her hand, with a will of its own, moved lower and she arched her back, raising her hips high off the bed, her fingers passing through the downy-soft fleece of her golden pussy hair and intensifying further the rising crescendo of desire.
A groan of total abandonment escaped her lips, and the young, helplessly impassioned wife moved her hand downward between her now widespread thighs, wet with the juices of her passion. She gently insinuated her fingers into the moist flesh, and the feeling generated by her own fevered fingers was so very, very good. She manipulated the soft hairlined inner lips until she could feel them swelling with the rush of blood, and her clit was rigid and tingling. Her index finger came in contact with the trembling flesh, and she began to gasp with delight as she felt release imminent. Her hips thrashed the bed and the air, her eyes never once leaving the viewer and the lewd fucking depicted there--lips on cock, lips on cunt, lips on cock, lips on cunt ...
Faster, faster, faster, her finger fucked across the sensitive little clitty of her cunt, blanking her mind of all thoughts, all sanity; nothing existed for her in that moment except the delirious coming of her impending cum.
And then she was there!
Oh, God, her hotly arching little pussy was cumming like wild fire!
Her naked hips flailed frantically at the bed as wave after wave of intensely bursting release seized her. It was pleasure so acute that it approximated pure pain. Then, as her cum began to ebb, her naked asscheeks sank back to the spread and her hand stilled but did not leave her cunt. She lay there, not moving, her eyes squeezed tightly shut now and her huge tits rising and falling spasmodically.
And then sanity returned to her brain. With it came abject mortification, a feeling of self-loathing that was almost as great as the delight of her ebbing cum. She moaned aloud in despair, sitting up, knocking the films from the bed and flinging them to the floor around it as if they were vermin of the foulest type. Then she threw herself face down on the bed, crying out her torment, sick with the knowledge of the act of finger-fucking that she had just performed on her own cunt.
Those damnable films! They were the cause of her rising excitement into the throes of lust, her loss of self-control. Those filthy films! Oh, damn you, Stephan! Where did you get them, anyway? But it wasn't Stephan's fault, it was his brother's fault for even suggesting this stupid movie-taking in the first place. He was probably the one who gave them to Stephan. Well, if this was Frank's idea of art, let him keep it to himself!
The questions spun and rotated in Gillian's tormented, liquor-fogged mind. She felt sick to her stomach, and ... dirty. She needed the cleansing release of sleep; she couldn't be this upset when Stephan came home. He must never know she'd finger-fucked herself tonight; no, he must never know.
She took off her gown and lay back down on the bed, slipping between the sheets, praying for the respite of sleep to ease her tortured mind. As she sobbed into her pillow, all time stopped, the only measurement being the thud of her heart punctuated by the soft sobs of her guilt. The films lay scattered on the floor, unremembered.

Chapter 4
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-in-law 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 desire--if 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.
Then--
All 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 eighteen-year-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.

Chapter 5
Gillian had slept fitfully all night. The whole evening had been almost too much. First she had seen those filthy movies, then she had gotten so hot that she had had to fuck her fingers into her cunt in order to stop the fires. She had been relieved when Stephan had decided not to mention the cassettes last night. He could have pressed the point, by waking her up, but he hadn't, and she was glad. It gave her some extra time to get her own feelings together.
Gillian stared at her husband across the breakfast table and it seemed to her that he had changed somehow, in some almost imperceptible way, almost overnight; there seemed to be a firmer set to his jaw, as if with some hidden purpose, and his eyes held a new, oddly flashing light that she had never seen in them before. He didn't speak, only held his paper up to his face with a shaking hand and sipped his coffee with loud slurps.
She wanted to rid her soul of the deep burden weighing her down, but why? What purpose would it serve at eight o'clock in the morning? Instead she picked at her eggs and sipped her coffee daintily. It's all because of that damned instant movie camera! she repeated to herself.
Sitting there with her tormented thoughts, she had the odd sinking feeling that her perfect, well-ordered little world was about to come crashing down around her ears. Everything was too strange, too unreal--as if it were the proverbial calm before the storm. She hoped that she was wrong, that it was simply her guilt at her actions last night, her finger-fucking herself while looking at those filthy movie films, that was making her feel so morbid and depressed.
Behind his newspaper, Stephan Edwards smiled lewdly to himself. So she did see those films after all, he thought with a clear head. That's why she's acting so strange this morning. She's feeling guilty because she enjoyed them. Tonight we'll take care of it all, we'll clear the air. He peeked over the top of his newspaper and studied his wife--his beautiful, passionate, warm Gillian. He moistened his lips. She was better than that young whore, Kitty, any day of the week. Or she would be, once she learned the art of sucking and being sucked. And she would learn--soon, soon. Tonight, maybe. Stephan's cock gave an excited little dance in his robe as he thought of what would happen when he got Gillian warmed to the idea.
Could he talk her into more movie-taking? Well, not in the mood she was in now. But if he could get her a little high--downright drunk would be even better--he could convince her that it would be all right to take more movie films. And that would surely get her pussy hot, for even though she hadn't been outwardly excited by the movies he had left in his study, she had to have had enough curiosity to open that envelope and see what was inside. That meant she had to possess, he reasoned, curiosity about other things as well, like sucking his cock and letting him suck her pussy. Hers was an untapped resource, just waiting for the drilling to begin. She loved him and wanted to please him, hadn't she told him that often enough? Yes, tonight would be the night, after all!
He sipped at his coffee again and continued to think of what erotic things he would talk his lovely wife into doing with him, how he would show her that she was excited by the sight of naked men and women fucking.
Determined to affect a calm exterior, not to show the turmoiled nature of her inner self, Gillian decided to break the silence. "More coffee, Stephan?"
"Huh?" He set down his paper, happy to see her regaining her shattered self-confidence. And then: "What time is it?"
"Nearly eight-thirty!"
The newspaper fell to the floor. "Jesus Christ! I have to get going. Have a meeting with Chuck today over that new client we're trying to get. Could be a damned good client, too."
Three minutes intermission and he was running out the door, tie and cuff links in hand.
Gillian's day was spent puttering around the garden, pulling weeds and clipping the hedges.
She didn't feel calm with her own company, but she feigned a happy mask. That way it was easier to pretend that everything was all right. But the image of those lewd movies haunted her with a vengeance all their own.
Why do I feel so guilty? she interrogated herself. Am I not pleasing Stephan? Do I feel as if I'm holding something out on him? Why? Why? Why? her mind screamed. She sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and decided she would not move until this enigma was solved and her happy marriage was once more off the rocks and onto the solid ground. Is there something he wants of me that I feel I cannot give him?
I'm faithful to him; I let him fuck me whenever he wants; I please him ... but those words, "suck me, suck my cock," echoed in her head and something struck. Her mind refused to reason any further and she felt a chill tingle up her spine like a worm squirming under her clothing.
She swallowed hard, grimacing. There are things that need to be worked out, she reassured herself. From now on I'll try, God knows, I'll really try to please him ... in every way possible. I'll even consent to letting him take those nasty movies of me if he wants. Anything to get things back on their normal keel.
She remembered the coolness with which Stephan had ignored her that morning. Unusual. More than unusual, there was a reason for it, and if her guess was worth a dime it was all because of something that had happened the night before over at Frank's studio. And if she knew Frank at all, she knew what it was. Frank had been filming one of his dirty movies, and Stephan had been there watching!
* * *
That evening Gillian met her husband at the front door, a drink in her hand. She had taken special care today to appear extra-provocative, having spent an hour hemming her blue silk dress with the slit up the side, one of Stephan's favorites that he allowed her to wear only in the privacy of their house. "Jesus Christ!" he'd said when she'd put it on for the first time for a party. "Every one of my friends is going to be pawin' at your ass!"
She felt especially sexy tonight, having spent some time manicuring her nails and artfully applying her makeup.
Stephan whistled through his teeth the moment his eyes fell on her. "Look at this!" he said, charmed. "What a lucky man I am!"
She lifted her bead to accept his kiss. "Special dinner tonight: Pate de fois gras, Canard L'Orange, Potatoes Dauphine ... and a special dessert," she said flirtatiously. "Come, let's eat and get it over with."
This is too much, thought Stephan as he wiped his mouth clean with a white linen napkin. She's up to something and so am I, and I just hope we meet somewhere in the middle.
"Stephan," purred Gillian, licking her lips, "this wine is absolutely superb. I'm glad you picked it up on your way home. I could drink it all day and still love the taste." She drained her fresh glass and extended it to Stephan to be filled again, smiling, feeling already a little tight and missing completely the dark intensity of his eyes, the way he began to slur his own words. They drained the first bottle and were well into the second.
As planned, Stephan had gotten Gillian drunk, and she had loosened up considerably, even to the point of smiling and tacitly talking about the movies he'd taken of her. She was warm and cuddly now, sitting next to him on the couch, in an obvious loving and permissive mood; it wouldn't take much to convince her of the rightness of allowing him to take more intimate movies of her with the instant movie camera he'd borrowed from his brother.
"Mmmm, I think I drank too much."
"Naw."
She sipped tentatively, smiled at him; she felt secure and warm inside, confessing that she'd been upset and everything had seemed to be drawing in on her at the same time, crushing her under its weight. Now, the liquor removing that worry, she wasn't sure as she had been that things were going to go wrong in their perfect marriage. Again she reminded herself that Stephan still loved her--there was no doubt of that in her mind at all. What then, could be terrible enough to override that abiding love?
Still, though, there was one thing she wanted to know. And with a boldness that surprised both of them, she turned to her husband and asked, "Stephan, did you leave those films in your study for me to find?"
"All right, if you must know--yes, I did."
She drank again, emptying her glass, and when she put it down on the coffee table she felt a terrible rise of guilt once more. And with it came the need to unburden herself, to tell Stephan she had looked at those movies last night--but not that she had fingered her pussy until she had made herself cum while looking at them, never that.
"Oh, Stephan," she blurted out, unable to hold it back any longer. "I opened that envelope in your study last night. That's why I was so upset this morning, because I opened it and put those terrible movies in the viewer, and I ... I was excited by them. Stephan, I actually got turned on looking at those dirty films!"
She flung herself against his chest, and Stephan held her tightly to him. He could scarcely conceal his elation. So she had seen them! Good.
"No reason to feel bad, baby," he soothed, kissing her hair. "There's nothing wrong in wanting to be fucked after looking at other people screwing; it's a natural."
"But the ... the people in those photos were doing such ... such awful things to one another ..."
"There's nothing awful about giving pleasure to your husband or wife," said Stephan wisely, tenderly. "It's the whole foundation of marriage, honey. If it pleases the one you love, then it can't be wrong. You believe that, don't you?"
"I ... I guess so."
"If, for example, I was pleased taking movies of you in the nude, you'd want to do that for me, wouldn't you? You'd want to take off your clothes and let me film you, wouldn't you?"
"But ... but you wouldn't ask me to take off my ..." she stopped short. "Stephan!"
"Come on, honey, I like to look at you when you're naked. It pleases me, it excites me. I like to look at you in photographs or film, look at you there in full color, any man would."
"You really think so?"
"It's true," Stephan said, feeling pressure building in his loins as he spoke, knowing that he would win in the end. "I like to look at you in the nude, and I'd be a liar if I said I didn't like to look at other women in the nude, too. Not to touch or anything," he added quickly. "Just to look at and get excited by, that's all. And you're not any different than I am, not really; you're just like other women in that respect. You got excited looking at those films of other couples screwing--and I did, too. When I saw them, I got so excited I thought I was going to cum right on the spot. But it wasn't them I was thinking of fucking, Gillian. It was you, you, my own darling wife. Looking at those pictures of other people doing it made me want you even more than I ever did before!"
Gillian could hardly believe her ears, hearing her husband's confession. He had felt the same as she had last night, as hundreds of other people did every day, if what he said was true. If he was right, then she shouldn't have any guilt at all with her own husband. If only her brain wasn't spinning and spinning.
"I'll prove it to you, sweetheart," Stephan was saying in his mellifluous voice. "I have some more films that a friend of Frank's gave to me. I put them away somewhere. We'll look at them together and what will happen is that we'll both become very excited. You'll want me more than you would otherwise, and I'll want you the same way."
"No, we can't!"
"There's nothing wrong with it, Gillian. I've told you that. You don't trust me, do you?"
"Of course I do."
"Then prove it."
"Stephan ..."
But he was already headed for his study for the same movie films that had excited his wife the night before plus a few more. He came back into the room with an armful of film cassettes and the viewer. She watched him as he set the whole thing up on the coffee table in front of her. Then he sat down beside her. She laid her head on his shoulder, half-afraid of what was going to happen. "Watch," he said, holding them and pulling her head away from his shoulder to snap the movie into the viewer. "Here look at them with me."
Gillian didn't want to look. She was trembling and she didn't want to look, she kept telling herself that--and yet her head turned and her eyes focused on the viewing screen and a small cry burst from her lips.
"My Gawd!" she cried.
"Look at it, Gillian darling. It's exciting, look at it, look at it ...!" His voice droned on, mesmerically, and Gillian found herself staring at the screen, staring at the young eighteen-year-oldish, fresh-scrubbed-looking couple performing a sixty-nine--the girl's moistened lips locked tightly around the boy's hardened lust-swollen cock, the boy's lips pressed firmly, tongue extended, to her glistening pink cunt.
A low moan of commingled desire and perplexity burst from the young wife's throat, and she felt the soft, warm area between her tightly pressed thighs flower wide with the building juices of her arousal. Beneath the knit dress her nipples hardened into turgid buds, the way they had hardened the night before. She couldn't seem to take her eyes away from the screen, and her breath began to become labored and shallow.
"You like to look at movies like these, don't you, darling?" Stephan's voice droned. "You like to watch her sucking his cock?"
"Yes," she heard herself reply in a half-whisper, unable to control the mounting flood of passion which threatened to consume her in fiery lust. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Quickly, Stephan placed another cartridge into the viewer. The same couple, the same oral love, a somewhat different position. Gillian could see all of the young man's masculinity, his cum-laden balls, the wide girth of his great cock half-buried in his beautiful young lover's ovalled mouth. She gasped, drawing close to her husband, her hand sliding down involuntarily to rub almost spasmodically along his thigh.
Stephan played the cassettes over and over again. A different couple in each, the positions becoming more bold, more provocative--seemingly impossible; standing, with the girl turned completely upside down, her legs locked around his neck; sitting, the man's head buried far up between wide-spread thighs of the girl, his legs locked around her neck and she supporting him with her hands and arms.
Gillian was breathing heavily with intense arousal now, proof to her panting husband that she was acutely excited by these films of others enjoying sex as he was. "Darling," she purred. "That's enough, that's enough! I want you, Stephan. I want you to fuck me, please, please!"
But Stephan was oblivious to her pleas, for his mind was centered on two main objectives; to get his wife to pose naked for him for more movie films; and to get her to perform the selfsame acts of cocksucking which were depicted in the cassettes he held in his hands.
He moistened his lips, thinking that his first step would be to get her to undress and pose for him--yes, that was it, her pussy was hot to be fucked now and she would be a slave to his every whim; he sensed this beyond any doubt, knowing that, at last, she was going to be his on his terms.
"Gillian," he whispered, his right arm encircling her shoulder, his fingers gently kneading her softly trembling tit, "Gillian, I want to take some movies of you, darling, some movies like I took the other night. It'll excite both of us, and you want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes ... yes, I want to please you, Stephan, but I'm so excited. I want you to fuck me, Stephan, please ..."
"Yes, afterwards." This is easier than I thought it would be, thought Stephan. Just wait till next time when she's more relaxed about it all, I'll borrow a movie camera again and hide it in the bedroom. But he was trembling with his own arousal now, partly brought about by the films he had just viewed with his wife, and partly because of what lay only moments ahead now. His cock was pulsing thickly in his pants as Gillian stroked his thigh, stroked it higher and higher. He began to unbutton her dress, whispering the whole time, "I'm going to make you naked, baby. We'll take some film and then we'll fuck, slow and easy, then hard and fast. We'll fuck like never before."
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
His fingers worked feverishly, pulling the dress down to her waist, baring her richly billowing tits with their ruby-capped nipples and pulsatingly dark areolas. He squeezed them lightly, his prick jumping now, and then he could stand it no more. He leapt to his feet, picked up what was left of his drink, and pressed it into her hands. "Drink this, honey," he instructed. "Be right back."
He ran to the linen closet, and, with urgency controlling every movement now, he found the borrowed camera from under a pile of dirty trousers and shirts in the closet and returned to the living room, making sure Gillian was still on the couch, her naked tits reflecting the pale light of the lamp, checked the camera for film, and then peered through the viewfinder. Again, his cock leaped as he saw what the completed copy of the picture he was about to take would look like. He finished the rest of the roll of film as his wife sat there in her half-nakedness.
Sixty seconds later, he was seated beside his young wife and putting the self-processing color film into the viewer. His eyes gleamed as he looked at it, at the sharp, defined perfection of the color, and detail, and he was happy that Frank had let him keep the camera for a longer time.
"Look honey," he droned. "Look at yourself almost naked."
And Gillian looked, staring at her half-nudity with moistened lips, her pussy flowering yet wider with more hot juices. Her brain was a seething miasma of alcohol and sexual need; she was nothing more than a slave now, and Stephan was her master.
With excited hands he set up the tripod and prepared the fifteen-second timer, watching Gillian strip the silk dress completely off, then, as if in a hypnotic trance, slide her panties down so that she stood naked and lovely before him, the soft, fleecy blondeness of her pussy hairs wet with the seeping juices of her heated cunt.
In seconds he had the movie camera ready, and his eyes were blazing with excitement, the front of his trousers bulging hugely with the fully erect cock, the material stained with the beginning of droplets of cum juices. "Sit down on the floor, Indian fashion, facing the camera!" And his nude young wife obeyed. "That's it. Now lean back a little so that your tits are lifted up! Yes, yes! Open your thighs a little more ... oh, Jesus, beautiful."
He began to undress hurriedly, his eyes never leaving his mesmerized wife sitting there so provocatively on the carpet. At last he was nude, his swollen prick jutting out like a quivering rod from his loins, the head slickly red and pulsating.
He went over to the camera and took a few frames of his wife's lewd position. While he was shooting, his other hand dropped almost reflectively to the trembling girth of his cock, and he began to stroke it lightly in anticipation.
On the floor, Gillian murmured, "Stephan ... don't do that! Stephan, that's, that's terrible! Come to me, baby!"
"Not yet!" he gurgled. "Not yet!" He took a few more feet. Beautiful! Oh, Christ, what an erotic shot that's going to be! I can see her cunt, spread open and glistening wet ... and her clit, too, throbbing there ... Oh, Jesus, Jesus!
"Stephan," moaned Gillian pleadingly. "Stephan I don't want to do this anymore. Please, Stephan, I want you to fuck me so badly!"
"Goddamnit, not yet!" he shouted. He was busy at the camera again, setting the timer, his cock shaking as if with some inner vibratory power and his balls aching with the build-up of a tremendous load of cum. "Get on your knees, Gillian, sideways to the camera. That's it, that's it. Move your arm up so I can see your tits jutting down! Good! Now raise your right knee up closer to your tits, honey! That's it. I can see your pussy now!"
"Stephannnnn ..."
"Just hold it like that, just hold it!" He set the timer and then ran over. He had to get in this film cassette, he had to! He knelt behind her, oblivious to her cries of pleading, and he held his cock less than an inch from the soft entrance to her warm, wet cunthole, turning his face to the camera, holding himself back in spite of the oscillations which coursed through his entire being.
The camera started, but before he could fuck into her cunt, the film ran out in the cartridge. He jumped up and ran to it. This cassette was going to be every bit as erotic to him as the previous one, more so because he was in it now! He was going to kneel there with his great prick almost touching his wife's cunt!
Again the timer was set, and again he joined Gillian on the floor. She was just kneeling there now, with her head hanging down, and she was whimpering softly. He went to his own knees again behind her, his hands on her waist. "This is going to be a good fuck, baby! I'm going to fuck it up inside you on this one now!" He guided his swollen cock to the warm, butter-soft opening of her cunt, inserted the head inside. Gillian moaned, trying to drive her asscheeks back against his cock, to impale herself and still the passion inside her, but Stephan restrained her with his hands hard at her waist.
"No, no," he told her, "We have to wait for the camera, goddamnit! Now raise your leg a little so the full sight of my cock in your cunt will be exposed to the camera. Goddamn you, Gillian, do what I tell you ... ah, that's it! Oh Jesus, this is going to be something else! Now hold it, hold it ..."
Whirl ... whirl ... whirl ...
Stephan inched his cock inside her hungry pussy. The camera kept running, showing Gillian's passion-contorted features and his own, showing his cock fucking into her wide-spread cunthole. He felt his cock leap as if with cumming. God, oh God, what a sight! He was ready to blow his wad any moment. But first ... yes, it was time to have her do what he had long waited for and to do what he had wanted to her; it was time for oral love. Time for his lips on her pussy and her lips on his prick. Yes, yes! Jesus, what a film that'll make, what a film!
He heard the film run out again and he set the timer, ran back to his trembling wife. "Turn over," he commanded. "Turn over and lie on your back."
There were tears on her cheeks as she obeyed. "Stephan ..."
He moved quickly up along her body, holding his quivering cock in his hand again, guiding it toward her head. "Suck me, Gillian. Suck my cock, Gillian. Hurry! Hurry! I want to suck you, too! Suck your cunt, Gillian!"
She recoiled. Had she heard correctly? Yes, yes she had ... and realized it even through the fog of passion and liquor. He wanted her to perform the same perversions they had seen in those films, to do what the other people had been doing in those movies, but she couldn't. Yes, it turned her on to have Stephan lick and suck her cunt, although it was something she let him do only when she'd had a few too many drinks. But to suck his cock? That was unthinkable. She couldn't, she just couldn't!
"Stephan, I can't. Please don't make me ..."
"Hurry up, the camera's going to go off!" he shouted, trying to push his cum-wet prick against her lips. But she twisted away, moaning.
"I can't! I told you I couldn't!"
"Damnit! Don't you want to please me? You said you loved me and wanted to please me!"
"Not this way, Stephan."
"Oh, Christ, you ruined the film! You ruined it!"
"Stephan ... I can't, oh please don't make me do it! Please understand! Anything else, but not that!"
He jumped to his feet, staring down at her. His cock was jerking as if cumming again, and he knew it was only a matter of minutes before his balls would erupt with his building load of cum. He had been so close, so goddamned close. But there would be other nights, he would see to that. He had to content himself with the fact that he had gotten her to pose for the movie camera for him, in the nude and ... yes, with his cock inside her cunt, too! Tonight was a victory, in that sense, the first victory! The second would come soon enough, he knew that. He just had to be patient with her, patient.
"Stephan," Gillian moaned, writhing on the floor in both passion and love. "Please fuck me and make it all right. No more movies, I beg of you! It was fun, but no more!"
"All right!" he shouted. But before he did, he ran to the movie camera one more time, put some film in it and set the timer. Then he went back to his vibrating young wife, knelt behind her, inserted his cock in her pussy. She buffeted back against it immediately and he didn't restrain her this time; might as well get a good action shot.
He fucked his swollen, soon-to-be-bursting cock deep inside her, feeling the head slam up against her belly inside, hearing her moan loudly in pleasure-pain. His balls slammed resoundingly off the moistened slit of her cunt below as he fucked into her, and he leaned his upper body low over her back, teeth biting lightly into her shoulder, hands finding and squeezing her swaying tits.
The sound of the camera coming on acted as a trigger for Stephan's boiling desires. He imagined in his mind what the finished film would be like, the eroticism of it, and he could hardly wait until he could pull the cassettes from the camera back. But then the hotly swirling cum in his balls became overpowering, became the only thing that mattered, and he heaved and fucked up into the soft, warm cunt of his slavishly kneeling wife with insane vigor, striving to empty his balls of the great load of cum juices seething there.
Gillian felt Stephan's gigantic cock fucking into her cunt, filling it, the head ramming hard off her cervix and she knew she was going to cum any moment. She had never in her life been this excited, and the knowledge that the excitement had come as a direct result of looking at dirty movies, of partaking in them herself with the man she loved, was like a hot knife of confusion in her brain. She wanted Stephan, wanted to please him, and yet it was becoming increasingly apparent that she didn't know how; her cunt alone, so hot and wet now and so filled with his throbbing cock, apparently wasn't enough any longer to satisfy her man. It would take more and more, she thought dazedly as her cum spiraled higher and higher, more and more to please him ... more films ... more eroticism ... and, oh, God, even sucking his prick with her mouth.
And then all thoughts except for the crescendo building with a passion vanished from her mind as she fucked like a rutting female animal back against her husband's cock, striving for the crest, almost there, almost there, feeling him hard and deep within her, feeling his hand curving down around her back kneading and manipulating her tits, almost there, and then ... and then ...
"Oh God, Stephan, Stephan darling, I'm cummmming! Stephannnnnn! I'm cummmmiiinnnnnggggg!"
But Stephan only barely heard her wild cry of release, for his cock in that moment had begun to jerk out of control, and torrent after torrent of hotly boiling juice burst along the full length to spew out deep up into her hungrily milking cunt, commingling with the juices of her own cum to form a floodtide of passion that poured out around his spasming cock and flowed in thin rivulets down her eagerly straining thighs. And then his prick gave one last spurt of his scalding juice and began to deflate almost immediately inside her wetly clasping cunt. They both sank forward on the carpet, spent and in a state of near-unconsciousness.
Oh Jesus, that was a beautiful screw! Stephan thought satiatedly. One of the best ever, even if it was so quick. And it's going to get better and better, once Gillian starts to come around fully.
And Gillian, lying there with the full weight of her husband on top of her, his warm cum flowing hotly inside her cunt and belly, was thinking different thoughts now in the lulling aftermath of her tremendous cum. She was thinking about the pattern of her life, and how it was changing, how she could no longer deny that after what had happened to her tonight. But changing for the better, or for the worse? She didn't know yet; she just didn't know yet.
After a long while, Stephan raised himself up and lifted his wife in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. They crawled between the sheets of their bed, and Stephen went to sleep almost immediately; but he did not cuddle up to her as he usually did, did not speak to her except to say goodnight, and she had the inauspicious feeling that she had failed to please him completely tonight in spite of the wildness of both their cums--failed to please the way this new Stephan wanted to fuck, the new Stephan who was sexually liberated.
She knew that if she wanted to keep him, she was going to have to do what he wanted, and if that meant sucking his cock, then she would suck it. She had a sneaking suspicion that deep inside, she really wanted to take his cock into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it and suck it until he came and the hot boiling cum filled her throat and belly. Gillian felt her pussy tingle at the thought, but turned over and tried to sleep before the fire in her cunt raged out of control again and forced her to go into the bathroom and finger-fuck it to cumming like she had last night ...

Chapter 6
The next morning after Stephen had left for work, Gillian ran last night's events through her head. Something had changed her husband drastically--something she had no control over. The young housewife moaned involuntarily. Who was putting these lewd, obscene thoughts into her husband's head? There was but one finger to be pointed, and that was at Frank Edwards, the hot-shot film director.
It seemed as if Frank was suddenly becoming the producer and director of their lives. His influence seemed to seep more and more into what she and Stephan were doing and enjoying, and it was an intolerable intrusion. Before that horrible movie camera showed up at their house, her husband had been so kind and gentle in his fucking, had seemed to understand that she wasn't some salacious glutton, but a sensitive, moral wife. But not anymore! She felt incapable of keeping up with his growing needs in the world where nothing mattered but debauched eroticism.
Only the liquor she had drunk last night had loosened her to the point where she too was aroused by lewd movie films, though, she now decided with a shudder, nowhere as strongly excited by them as was her husband. And it was the drinking that had made her able to participate willingly with Stephan, to actually be naked and be screwed before the movie camera!
Those damned films! Everything seemed to center around them. Stephan had been more interested in them last night than he had been in fucking his own wife! His constant running back and forth changing film, his snappish answers to her pleas for understanding and patience at her ignorance, of his still more angry response when she refused to take his cock in her mouth ...
Oh, God! It was all getting out of hand! What could she do? How could she once more garner her husband's attention? She dwelled on the subject, brooding over the loss of his interest in her, over the way he was turned on by the films, over the way her pussy tingled when she saw them herself. She suddenly stood bolt upright.
"No! I'm not like that! I don't like seeing others fuck. No, it's my husband who's like that now, thanks to his brother ... not me! Not me! Never!"
Yet the more her conscious mind rejected the idea that she was incited by such films to almost overwhelming passion, the more her subconscious mind admitted it. Deep, deep down, underneath all the excuses and rationales she could muster, beat the emotional heart of a truly pagan woman of lust.
Although she didn't know it, all it would take to strip the layers away and bare her soul was the right combination, a combination that her husband and his newfound friends were busily working on, and one which fate would soon take a hand in as well.
What could she do to please her husband? The movies--she had the feeling that in them lay the answer.
With a distraught sigh, the young housewife poured herself a cup of coffee and took it into the living room, and plumped up a billowy cushion on the couch and comforted herself. Stephan had cautiously put the movie camera away, but bits and pieces of evidence still lay scattered about the living room.
Her eyes fell on a cassette that had been left in the viewer, forgotten in the frenzy of last night's debauchery, and a growing, almost gnawing tingling started again in her cunt down between her legs as she cast her thoughts momentarily from her own agony to the predicament of other wives who suddenly found themselves thrust into this situation. What would they do?
She turned on the viewer and sat back, tilting the rim of the coffee cup to her lips, her eyes never leaving the image of herself, completely naked, her tits thrust out in open invitation to lust. It set her subconscious at work again, building the fires of prurient desires faster than her consciousness could bank the flames. She tightened her inner thigh muscles, wishing away the featherlike proddings of her sensual nature, and she was unable to.
Something else had happened. Frank had started something with his instant movies and there was no way to reverse the act. Why not become a swinger? If her husband enjoyed looking at films of people fucking each other, then why not give him the entree instead of the appetizer?
The thought made her gasp! What would that lead to? Would the next step be joining movie camera clubs? But she had to have a solution, even if it meant breaking down and talking to Frank; she needed to see him if she was going to hang on to Stephan. Trembling, she downed the coffee. It wasn't going to do much to her pride to talk to Frank, but there was no other way. This way she would be pleasing her husband, wouldn't she? Yes, and not only would the movies themselves make him respond, but it would give her time to adjust to this new licentious life-style. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to ease into these new values that permeated their screwing these days.
She would have to see Frank first. He might be able to help her. He was so worldly, and so used to swinging. He would know what to do. What if he said the only way to help her was to screw her? What would she do then? She would have to handle that if and when the matter came up.
Gillian rose quickly to her feet, grabbed her purse, and almost ran out the door to the car. She had to see Frank now, before she changed her mind. If she didn't take advantage of the mood she was in right now, she doubted that she would ever be able to muster enough courage to see Frank and let him help her free herself for Stephan. Free herself so that she would not be afraid to take her husband's cock in her mouth and suck it till he came and came, swallowing his cum as though it were the very food on which she lived, which in a sense it was. She had to do this now, because she was afraid of losing Stephan, and she couldn't bear to live without him. If keeping him meant that she would have to go and see Frank and confide in him and accept his advice and help, then she would. She had to.
Frank had never made any bones about the way he fucked around, and when she and Stephan had first been married, Frank had even gone so far as to make the lewd suggestion that they get together, both the brothers and their wives, and have a little fun. She had been horrified, but Stephan had been strangely silent, and there had been an intensity in his eyes as he watched her and waited for her response that had bothered her, almost as if he had wanted her to say yes. And now there was his new behavior. He was so hung up on the movie films, and all of the sudden he was spending a lot of time with his brother, and then there was that mysterious evening the other night when he had gone over to Frank's studio and hadn't come home until the wee hours of the morning as drunk and tired as if he'd been at an orgy.
Stephan had wanted her to go with him, enjoy the films--take part in them, but he'd seemed afraid to tell her so. Instead, it was almost as if he wanted her to make the first move. Well, now she was. She would go to her brother-in-law and take Frank's advice, whatever it was, and do it for the sake of her marriage to Stephan. If in the end it meant that she had to fuck around a bit herself, then she would, she would do anything she had to do to keep her husband.
Gillian ran these thoughts and many others through her head as she drove along the road to her brother-in-law's house, and as she pulled into the driveway, she was relieved to see that Frank was home, and she wouldn't have to worry about seeing him another day.
Gillian took a deep breath and got out of her car. She walked slowly up to the front door of the house. She knocked on the door and waited nervously for someone to answer. She hoped that Taffy wasn't there. She rather liked her sister-in-law, but she didn't want her to hear what was bothering her. Taffy would find out about it sooner or later if things worked out with Frank today, because then they would probably all get together some night and have a wild party--or orgy, she should say, ashamed that she felt her pussy tingle at the thought of such a lewd happening. She shook her head as if it would stop her pussy from getting so hot. Those lewd fuck films had really stirred up a pandora's box. Here she was, standing in front of her brother-in-law's house with her pussy hot as it could be, and ready and willing to do anything at all that Frank told her to do. She had the feeling that that's what she was looking forward to, she wanted to break free of all the old sexual taboos that had been planted in her head from the first day of her life, and so here she was, a cunt on fire, hoping like hell that her brother-in-law would fuck it senseless. And Stephan was no better than she was, wanting her to pose for those lewd movies, and going off to Frank's studio till all hours of the night, probably participating in a wild orgy or something equally obscene.
She was startled from her thoughts by Frank opening the door.
"Why, Gillian, what a pleasant surprise!" But he didn't look surprised, there was a look in his eyes that seemed to say that he had been expecting her for some time and was finally rewarded for his patience. It was almost as if he knew why she was here.
"Hello, Frank. I hope I'm not disturbing you." She looked nervously into the house hoping to see if anyone was with him, but she couldn't see past his shoulder. "I would like to talk to you for a moment if I could."
"Why sure, Gillian. Come on in." He stood aside as she walked into the living room.
She was startled to see that there was another man in the room seated at the couch. He stood up as she came in and introduced himself.
"You must be Gillian," he said extending his hand. "I'm Basil."
She shook his hand; it was warm and loose in hers, like a limp cock. Basil offered her a seat next to him on the couch. She took it hesitantly, not quite sure of what else to do.
She had come here to spill her guts to Frank, not to Frank and some total stranger. Besides, there was something strange going on between the two men. They had been exchanging glances ever since she had come in, and she didn't like the lewdness in those looks. Both seemed to be stripping her cunt naked.
"How's Taffy?" she said trying to offset the strangeness of the two men with normality.
"Oh, she's out for the afternoon. Went shopping with some friends. Gone for the afternoon." He walked over to the bar and fixed them all a drink and came over to Gillian and handed her a glass. "Here, this will make you feel better."
She took it from him gratefully, knowing that she was going to need it if she was going to go through with the whole thing with Frank. She took a deep swallow, and sat on the edge of the couch.
"Could I talk to you, Frank?" She looked over at Basil and then, back to Frank. "Please, it's very important.
"Oh don't worry about Basil, he might be able to help you, too." He smiled and sat down next to Gillian so that she was hemmed in tightly between the two men. "In fact. I think we all know what's bothering you. Basil and I, why we've been watching Stephan for days now, and seen what was bothering him. So I think we know what the trouble is and what you want to do about it. Don't we?"
"Yes ..." she whispered, suddenly realizing that that was the reason for their glances.
"Hey, look folks," Basil said rising from the couch. "I'll be right back, you all just try and settle this. I'll be right back."
Gillian sighed gratefully, not wanting Basil around when she talked to Frank, but she didn't see the lewdly cunning look that passed between the men as Basil went out of the room. And she wasn't aware of the camera that was mounted behind the mirror over the fireplace and which Basil was now going to set up for a filming of what was surely going to be a great seller in his film business. She just knew that he was going out of the room, and he wouldn't be listening to what she was going to say to Frank, or what might happen after everything had been said.
Gillian relaxed back against the cushions, happy that Basil was gone and that Frank understood why she needed to see him. He would help her, and everything would be all right.
Frank placed his hand upon Gillian's knee. He was silent, but his fingers seemed to be talking for him. His sharp blue eyes looked intently into Gillian's, and Gillian could not help but feel a frightening tingle in her pussy at what he seemed to be suggesting even though it was in a way what she wanted to hear. It was true that they were alone in the living room and Gillian tried to speak about what was bothering her, but the words just wouldn't come out. It felt like there were thousands of people listening, and at any moment Basil might come walking in. Frank's hand felt like a hot coal on her leg, and she felt it moving upward, pushing her skirt back as it went and touching along the stockinged length of her thighs.
"Oh Frank, I've been so unsure of what to do." Though frightened of another man's touch, she made no move to stop him. The drink had made her head hum dizzily and between the liquor and the movie, she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the wet spot of her pussy, she was already getting wetter and wetter as Frank's fingers moved steadily up.
"Oh ..." she sighed. She could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her golden hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. She wanted him to hurry and touch her there, get it over with before she had any second thoughts!
Frank's fingers advanced across the bare top of Gillian's thighs. They tickled and teased her until he was sure that she was too hot to stop him. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into the wetness of her hotly trembling cunt.
"Ooooo!" Gillian cried, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair-lined confines of her slippery wet pussy, creating a friction that increased with each split second the mounting desire that Gillian felt in her loins.
"So my films finally heated your pussy?" Frank suddenly inquired, and there was an urgency in his voice that made Gillian know that he was excited too. Yes, they had made her so hot that she had finger-fucked her own pussy until she had cum, and she needed to be screwed now so badly that she didn't know if she would be able to take his lewd manipulating of her cunt anymore without screaming. She wondered with a start if he planned to fuck her right now, in his living room!
"Yes, they made me so hot!" she moaned.
"Basil's hot to fuck you," her brother-in-law said, continuing his lazy friction up between her creamlike white thighs. "I thought maybe you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him right now. Might give you a hint how to take care of big brother Stephan."
In spite of herself, Gillian bristled. She understood perfectly well what the young movie director was saying, and she knew that he had planned the whole thing, anyway. He wanted to fuck her and have Basil, whom she didn't even know, watching them while he took movie pictures of them screwing. She didn't know what to say to him, and she didn't seem to be able to answer him. Still, his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy, and the waves of desire continued to course through her cunt and the thought of not only being fucked by another man but being filmed while doing it was suddenly less obscene and sent her pussy tingling hotly.
She felt a rush of shame as she saw Basil come back into the room with a smile on his face. There was no time to answer Frank's question.
Frank whispered in her ear, "Just follow my advice ... go along with what I say. That's the only way to keep Stephan."
Gillian felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Frank had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Basil was right there at the couch, sitting back down.
It's horribly, horribly obscene, with Frank twisted toward me like that with his hand under my skirt and Basil sitting there watching him, she thought with alarm. It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much to drink. She was relieved when Frank finally removed his hand, but then she saw him get up and go to the front door. She knew he was going to lock it to make sure that no one came into the house for a certain amount of time. Enough time for them to fuck her.
While Frank was temporarily away from her side, Gillian could feel the other man leering at her, and she met his gaze with a frank stare of her own. He was attractive, though somewhat weak-looking. He looked like what he was, a man in the film business. When she had first met him a little over an hour ago, she had not been terribly impressed with what she had seen. Now she looked at him for the first time in a different light. What was Frank going to make her do? She didn't possibly see how letting Basil touch her, fuck her, could have anything to do with making herself a better wife to Stephan. Then she remembered that Frank had mentioned putting on a show with Basil was included, which could only mean one thing: Basil and Frank were both going to fuck her and take movies of the whole thing!
Before she had a moment more to contemplate the situation, she saw Frank coming back towards the couch. He didn't say a word as he sat down again beside Gillian, but she knew that he had planned it all before she had even come over, and that within moments he would do what he had wanted to do for a long time. A terrible sensation of anger whipped through her once more as she felt Frank's fingers rising beneath her skirt again. He had returned with an additional drink, and suggested that they all drink heartily. Both men's eyes twinkled and Basil's laugh filled the room. Had Frank spoken about her to Basil? Had they planned for something to happen if and when she came over?
Frank's middle finger surged close to her already seeping pussy nestled between her soft white thighs, and she felt him parting the blonde pussy hairs and inserting his thick finger into the wetness of her trembling cunt.
Was Frank using her? Or were they as a team setting out to really help her keep her husband? She could not decide, and the indecision started an odd kind of fatalism working in her brain. She drank more of the mellow, smooth-tasting liquor and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising flames in her cunt as Frank's agile finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at the tingling slit of her aroused pussy. It felt so terribly obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening when a man other than her husband was worming his finger up her pussy hole, and Basil was sitting right there next to them, watching the whole thing.
"How does that finger feel up in your hot little pussy?" Frank asked. Gillian flinched at the words, and at the knowledge that Basil was flushing with arousal next to her.
"It ... it feels ..." she began. She must not break down now ... since she had started it all anyway, she must somehow see it through! His finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery folds of her wet pussy and worming upward toward the open spot of her hidden cunt. "Yes?" he inquired, anxiously pushing and thrusting upward so that his finger rose into the wet and sensitive pit of his sister-in-law's pussy hole.
"Good!" she blurted out.
Basil cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat. He was enjoying the whole thing immensely. Frank had promised him something special if and when his sister-in-law came over. Something that would look great in a movie. Now, Basil was more than pleased to see that the fucking was going to be much more exciting than he would have imagined. It was easy to get girls in the movies. Eager actresses were thick as flies, and there was always some little willing actress around who wanted to further her career. But Gillian Edwards ... that was something else entirely! To see the beautiful and intelligent housewife beginning to sprawl down on the couch, right there next to him, her eyes mere slits as she entered into a passionate state that was obviously complete and intense--now that was going to be one hell of a movie! Just watching Frank, who was at that moment fingering the wetly sucking cunt of this beautiful housewife, was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned forward on the couch watching Gillian's expression with a growing interest, and noting the motions of Frank's arm as he manipulated his hand beneath Gillian's dress.
He could feel his cock jerking painfully between his legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity the young film director had ... to set such a thing up with his own sister-in-law! He had to hand it to him though, he really knew how to get the most of the cunts he wanted. He had heard tales about Frank, about how the film director would stop at nothing to get what he wanted for his movies. Maybe he should get in on the shooting end of the movies more often, that way he got to participate instead of just watching the final film. Life was a dull affair at best, and he always liked to add as much spice to his own as possible. Doing movies like this was the kind of spice he liked.
Frank was speaking calmly to the hotly aroused blonde now, and Basil tried to catch all of his words, but he could only get a few here and there, but they were enough for him to get the picture. He was exciting Gillian not only through his intimate touching between her legs, but by his lewd words.
"... know you like finger-fucking ... my fingers are fucking your tight little cunt ... squirm it ... wiggle it ... ugh! ugh! Is that deep enough for you ... oh God, you feel good up in there! Don't you wish it were my cock instead of my fingers? You know you like fucking better than anything ... Basil knows it too. If you want me to I'll fuck you now."
With each word, Gillian seemed to lose more and more control of herself. Basil could see her spreading her legs wider and he leaned over farther in hopes of seeing something. It was then that Frank threw up Gillian's skirt with a sudden motion and invited the other man to watch what his fingers were doing. Gillian whimpered, then shrugged briefly, but the idea that she was being lewdly exposed to this strange man--and at the same time being finger-fucked by her brother-in-law--created a surge of fire that increased her arousal to such an extent that she groaned out loud.
The pinkly glistening folds of her exposed pussy were plainly visible to Basil now as he stared intently at the golden hair-fringed vee up between Gillian's widely spread legs. Frank had flicked back the narrow elastic legband of her panties so that the entire naked surface of his blonde sister-in-law's thoroughly aroused pussy was visible, and his bunched-together fingers could be seen sluicing slickly up into the hole of her wetly sucking pussy, appearing and disappearing as he fucked them again and again up into her willingly open cunt.
"Christ, Man!" Basil exclaimed. "You've really got her going!" His lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of that elegant cunt, but he didn't want to say anything yet. Frank obviously had the whole thing thought out; he would let him set the pace.
Frank would stop whenever he thought Gillian was about to cum. He did not want that yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the brink of a cataclysmic cumming, to arouse her so much that she would mindlessly obey him. He had done it to other women, and he knew that it worked. He wanted the first time she ever fucked without her husband to be so good that she would have to come back for more. This would be the first performance before a real camera too, though she didn't know that yet, but he knew she would do well--she had talent in her cunt.
"Come on!" he said to her. "Hurry up and strip and I'll fuck the shit out of you!"
With only a second's hesitation and with no thought of her husband, Gillian stood up. She wavered as she looked over at Basil's alert and deeply reddened face, but she realized that she would be able to go through with it now even if he was watching. It would be worth it to feel Frank fucking her, to obey him so well that he fucked her into a state of ecstatic delirium. She would do as he said! She had come over to see Frank to see if he would help her save her marriage and he was; he was liberating her sexual feelings by fucking her, and now she would be able to do anything for her Stephan, even take his cock into her mouth and suck it dry. It might be a strange way to do it, by cheating on her husband, but somehow, that was making it better for her.
She stood in front of the couch, in front of the two watching men and the hidden camera, and began to slip out of her clothes.
Basil watched with bulging eyes. He had only imagined what a gorgeous body Gillian possessed, but now he saw. She was going to make one hell of an addition to their film actresses, if she agreed. In fact she might just be the cunt they had been looking for to increase their sales. He couldn't think of many men who could pass up a body like hers.
Gillian's blouse was gone now and she stood in her skirt and white lace brassiere, her shapely curves encased in tight-fitting brown leather boots. Her full, creamy thighs came enticingly into view as she stepped out of her skirt and half-slip next. The beige tone of her long nylon pantyhose clinging to her sensuously curved hips and thighs blended subtly with the soft ivory of her naked loins.
Suddenly Frank felt as if he and Gillian were alone in the room. She was playing strictly to him, while Basil faded even from his peripheral vision. Before him, Gillian's brassiere unclasped from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers, and the full beauty of her whitely billowing tits swung into freedom. His cock throbbed as he took in their enchanting splendor! They rested high and proud in the half-light of the living room, their quivering pink nipples stood out on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over her head in a provocative motion that was meant to lure him.
Damn! What a talent the girl had! She was a natural. Frank had to admit to himself that she was one sexy woman, a lot more sexy than he had thought. He stared at her standing there in just her leather boots, hose, and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. Then, to his amazement and without another word of instruction from him, she turned back to him, and, bending over, slowly drew her silky panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and lushly rounded asscheeks. She brushed them sensuously against her smooth white thighs and calves and finally discarded them at her feet beside her skirt.
Gillian stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping all her life, and then with a deliberate teasing motion turned to face the two men. Nearly all of her nakedness was now voluptuously exposed, from her high, rounded tits to the soft blonde-furred mound of her quivering young pussy.
Frank turned to look at Basil and saw Basil rubbing his hand across the front of his pants. A swollen bulge betrayed the existence of his hotly pulsing cock.
Gillian was dancing now, swaying sensuously back and forth before the two men in lewd counter-time to the piped-in music. She pranced, hotly trembling, her tits dancing and her asscheeks bouncing softly as she turned to present their ripely swelling fullness to the watching pair.
"Come here, honey," Frank said huskily. "Let us have a closer look at you."
Gillian approached, and stood before them. She was waiting for Frank's hands upon her burning hot body, for his promised quenching of the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling pussy. But instead of Frank, it was Basil who reached out for her while Frank sat motionless, watching.
"You're one gorgeous chick!" the blond man whispered, and his hands were on her asscheeks pulling her in close to him. Suddenly she felt his face worming into the narrow split of her hotly seeping pussy, his nose and then his tongue parting the tender, hair-fringed lips and probing lewdly up inside their wetness.
She jumped at the unexpected wet contact, and then felt him holding her all the harder against him, his fingers harshly kneading the smooth white flesh of her quivering asscheeks. She opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a fast-paced licking and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She felt as though she had been doused with cold water, and she looked toward Frank for some assistance. Instead, Frank gave her a wink and a nod of approval.
"Try it ..." he muttered. "You'll like it!"
With a shudder, Gillian realized that there was little she could do about the lewd, wet sucking that Basil was giving her cunt. She felt horrified that she had let herself become trapped into such a cheap scene. She had to learn to become more free with herself. And this was the way to do it, but she hadn't counted on a lewd cunt-licking or the presence of another man.
Basil flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Gillian's nakedly exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the tiny trembling lips of smooth cunt flesh as well as the curly blonde hair that protected them. Gillian jumped against his hands, but he wasn't going to let her go now. His thumbs spread the soft, hairlined lips up between her thighs and the teasing tongue probed hotly, deep into her wide-spread cant. Grunting, he moved toward her from his seat on the couch and kneeled in between her legs, forcing them far apart as he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue ... slowly up and down in the nervous young blonde's pussy, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about it in small titillating circles against her lust-moistened pussy flesh.
He pushed forward and Gillian cried out, losing her balance and beginning to fall backward.
But she felt Frank rush behind her to cushion her, and she lay softly on the rug, her legs lewdly spread and Basil kneeling up between them.
Oh God! Gillian thought. I came here with the idea of letting Frank fuck me, but not for some stranger to suck my cunt. This was more than she thought she could stand. It was horrible and degrading to have him kneeling and slurping like an animal down there between her legs.
Still Basil's tongue teased between her wide-spread cuntlips, working its way all the way up from her insanely tingling pussy through the palpitating narrowness of her cunt to the throbbing clit. The lewd flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening pulsing deep within her jerking clit, and she could feel the tiny nib of sensation swelling to full erection against her will!
She began to squirm her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue, but it did no good. The idea that her brother-in-law was somewhere behind her, watching all this, brought low guttural moans of despair to her throat. The naked white plane of her belly danced erotically before the two men's hungry eyes as Basil continued his greedy lapping and panting at Gillian's helplessly exposed pussy.
The blond man's eyes peered up from his obscene task, and met those of Frank, who was standing behind the writhing nakedness of his sister-in-law. Frank nodded it was fine for him to continue.
"She's just getting hot now!" he proclaimed.
Gillian's moans of desperation slowly changed. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steadily rhythmic writhing. Her humiliation was turning into something else, as the soft, gentle stroking of her lover's tongue began to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to her quivering pussy. Her very nakedness, right there in her own brother-in-law's living room, began to excite her and she could feel the fires burning brighter and hotter in her cunt as the lewd tongue-fucking continued. Control was slipping away, that delicious feeling that she had with Stephan, where all thought was blotted out of her mind, and she was nothing now but a shamelessly writhing cunt, created for fucking and nothing else! That powerful desire to think and keep on thinking was mercifully suspended, and a total relaxation followed that enabled her to give of herself with complete abandon.
Her pussy began to throb hotly. Yes, she was actually enjoying this obscene act ... yes, she was ...
"MMMmmmmm," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips upwards to meet Basil's madly licking tongue. "Mmmmmmmm!" she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide-open split of her cum-slick pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched pinkness of her inner cunt.
"OOOOOOoooooohhhhh!"
Suddenly, behind her, she felt Frank's hands upon her sensuously throbbing tits. His fingers began to play with the pebble-hardness of her fully erected nipples. With a little squeal, Gillian abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the unfamiliar fingers twisted her hotly quivering tits; and down between her thighs her desire-inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being kindled to greater and greater heights of lust.
"Hurry!" Frank's voice directed over her nakedly twisting body. "Put your cock in her pussy now ... NOW!"
Basil raised his glistening wet face, and his cheeks reflected the excitement that he was feeling. Quickly, he opened his zippered fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing cock. It felt like granite in his hands, and he could hardly wait to fuck it deep into her cunt. Before him, he spied the small pink opening of Gillian's wetly seeping pussy, just waiting and ready for his hard cock!
This stranger was really going to fuck her right there in front of her own husband's brother!
Gillian stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of contact with her yearning pussy.
God! Basil thought. She really wants cock bad!
As if to echo his thoughts, Gillian suddenly cried out, "Please ... please ... fuck me now ... now, I tell you!"
Basil knelt up between the blonde housewife's wide-spread thighs. He looked down at the lewdly parted legs and bent down to ease them still farther apart. He almost drooled over her nakedness as he looked down at her wetly glistening pussy. Her cum-gushing cunt seemed looser and wetter than before, and he'd never seen anything so exciting in his life, even in all of the films he'd processed and seen in his career! With a pained expression, he pushed his heavily throbbing cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head in between the blonde pussy curls and up into the velvety cunt spread wide before him.
"Ooooohhhhh!!" Gillian responded as the cunt-splitting cock fucked up into her hotly gripping pussy. Her pleading whimpers filled the room as Basil thrust the thick tip-end of his cock up into the spreading entrance of Gillian's willing cunt, pushing upward, until his cock was finally buried completely up in her whitely quivering belly.
"Ooooooggggggghhhhh! Aaaaahhhh!" she cried, as Basil gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation of Gillian's hungrily milking cunt muscles wrapping around his cock.
Basil inclined back from Gillian as his probing cock attempted to reach the farthest depths of her totally filled pussy, not wanting to stop until it was completely out of sight, till it was buried deep inside the flailing blonde's willing spread cunt, and his cum-filled balls hung lewdly against her nakedly quivering asscheeks. Her long legs and booted calves swung outward, quivering visibly as Gillian lay speared by Basil's deeply fucking cock.
Gillian was out of her mind with lust. Her lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Gillian began to rotate her hips up to meet Basil as his prick screwed hard up into her cunt. Again and again Basil plunged in toward her pussy, forcing his hard cock deep into her hungrily contracting cunt.
Frank watched, his fingers still kneading at Gillian's softly jiggling tits. He was fascinated by the sight of his sister-in-law being lewdly fucked by a total stranger.
Frank could feel his own excitement growing as he felt the trembling flesh of Gillian's huge tits beneath his fingers. Basil's cock appeared and disappeared like a well-oiled piston into the thrashing blonde's widely straining pussy. It was throbbing red and swollen, and each time Basil rammed into her Gillian gave a guttural grunt and her tits pulsed heavily in Frank's lewdly manipulating fingers.
Basil could feel Gillian's cuntlips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-hardened cock. It wouldn't be long now, he thought, and just in time too ... he couldn't last a minute longer! Basil didn't know how good Stephan was in the sack, but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money that day with Gillian.
"Get it, baby ... get it!" he began to spit out, obscenely. "Daddy's throwing it to you, come and get it!"
Gillian writhed around on the rug and let all the perversity of the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her tits being squeezed harder and harder, each burning touch creating a conflagration within her that only heightened the lust between her legs. The powerful fucks into her cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure, were wringing a joyful culmination from her tormented young pussy. She tried to speak, but her throat felt dry and constricted. She felt like she was floating; her eyes were tightly closed and there was a breaking deep inside her. She was bursting, being pulled apart! She walked a thin tightrope between sanity and insanity ... then suddenly jumped. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling sensations that started in her pulsing pussy and spread to the minutest cells of her body. She was released!
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" Gillian choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, turning this way and that as the thickly embedded cock began to spurt forth its juices.
"Oh shit!" Basil exclaimed. "Oh shit!" His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the ceiling. "Nnnnnnnghghghhhh!" he grunted, lifting Gillian's trembling hips upward with his tensing hands so that he was able to empty his spending cock deep, deep into her climaxing pussy.
"Ooooooh ... yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Gillian cried out, jiggling upward with all her might, making herself a willing receptacle for the burning-hot cum juices that filled her quivering cunt.
She did not feel completely human when, caught in the throes of her tumultuous cum, she began to murmur a steady stream of words.
"Oh, give it to me, give it to me ... oh! I want it ... I need it ... give it to meeeee!"
Frank felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy at the thought that Basil could make his sister-in-law cum like that. Logically, of course, he knew what it was that was exciting Gillian. It was the time, the place, and the completely untoward situation of being taken by a near stranger. Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and Frank could see that Basil had had it, he hurriedly released his own throbbing cock, letting it bob lewdly into the warm air of the living room. Only Gillian's soft mewling mingled with Basil's heavy panting could be heard in the quiet house.
Basil pulled out slowly, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn-looking. But Basil seemed more than pleased. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go.
He clumsily got to his feet, and still panting, headed for the bathroom. Frank moved around Gillian's nakedly prone body. He knelt between her parted legs and looked at the devastation that he himself had caused. What a sight! he thought. What a gorgeous creature his sister-in-law was. She lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance state, and Frank longed to bring her back to life with the rock-hard cock that he now jerked almost absentmindedly in his hand. The pinkly shining split of her pussy flesh was drenched and wide-spread for all the world to see; and the blonde curling pussy hairs glistened with combined juices. She was an obscenely presented treat, Frank thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly straining cock stood out taut and tight and ready.
There was no time left to fuck her the way he really wanted. That would have to wait for later, for some other time. The action of his hand on his throbbing, lust-bloated prick felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead and his black hair fell forward in his eyes. He closed them with an expression of utter bliss.
Gillian stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments, she had been totally unaware of her surroundings, but now she heard the peculiar lewd noise of Frank's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling dick, and opened her eyes wide in surprise.
Frank looked down at her with an expression akin to agony.
"I'm gonna cream on you, baby ... I'm gonna cream all over you!" he announced, and then uttering a strangled cry, he let his raging hot cock jerk upward with a sharp jolt.
"Nnnaaaaannnnnghghghghhhhhh!"
Suddenly Gillian felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly reclining body. On her face, running down her hugely billowing tits, splattering on her whitely exposed belly, inching down her still spread inner thighs toward her already cum-inundated young pussy. Frank's cock was waving now, directly toward her face, spurting out like a bursting fountain, releasing the hot, white juices of its ecstasy. She watched stunned as Frank uttered several final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his cum fluids spurted down onto Gillian's startled features.
Yet, she was unable to feel the shame that she knew she ought to be feeling. Instead, it seemed like the ending to a wonderful experience, the topping on the cake, and the start of her new life with Stephan.

Chapter 7
The big clock in Frank and Taffy Edwards' living room struck eleven. It was late, and Stephan Edwards sat alone in his brother's study thinking about the events his brother had just described to him concerning what had happened between Frank, Basil, and his wife, Gillian, that afternoon in this house.
He had found it difficult to believe at first, but then Frank had shown him the film of the whole thing and you couldn't disbelieve proof like that. It was like he was a witness, and his cock throbbed painfully at the lewd sights he had seen.
At first he'd been angry. But, then Frank had talked him out of that, after all he had done almost the same thing himself with the teenage fuck-film actress, Kitty. Then he had thought back to dinner, the way that Gillian had kept her eyes on him throughout, almost as if she were willing him to throw her to the floor and fuck her. There was a difference all right. There had been one in her from the minute she had called him on the phone and said that Frank and Taffy had invited them for dinner and to stay overnight. If there was such a difference in her everyday actions, he could hardly wait to see what she was going to be like in bed.
His mind turned to Gillian upstairs in the guest bedroom. He decided he would go up and climb in bed with his beautiful blonde wife now. Together they would celebrate the beginning of their sexual liberation in a very special way he had not even thought of yet. Carrying a drink of scotch and water with him, he slowly climbed the stairs to the guest room where she had gone earlier.
Stephan continued past his brother's bedroom door and on down the hall towards the guest room. He paused for a moment outside of the door. He knew that his brother and sister-in-law were sleeping further down the hall; he hoped they weren't light sleepers. He intended to have a good time tonight and if that meant noise, then so be it. He smiled at the lewd thoughts running through his head and went into the guest room.
All was darkness inside, but he sensed that Gillian was awake in the big double bed that was at the end of the room. Without speaking, he disrobed, feeling tension leave him as his lean, taut body was revealed in its nakedness to the dark of the room. A tremor of anticipation passed over him as he approached the bed. His eyes were rapidly adjusting to the lack of light, and he could make out Gillian's voluptuous curved shape on the bed. As he reached the bed and stood peering down, he heard a rustle on the bed and Gillian's hands moved out and her fingers clasped his prick. It jerked to life in her hands as her other fingers began to slowly massage his softly dangling balls, gently smoothing over the heavy weight of them while she touched his now painfully jerking cock.
"Aaaah," she said in the darkness. "I was waiting for you!"
"I'm here ..." Stephan replied, his voice husky with desire as he stood stark still and let his beautiful liberated wife continue her expert manipulations. "As you can tell!"
* * *
Frank stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway and his bare feet padded noiselessly towards his bedroom from the bathroom. He had been listening, waiting for Stephan to come up the stairs, and now he was sure that Stephan had just gone into Gillian's room.
Shit! he thought. Wish I was getting some more of that tail! His generally mischievous nature had changed little since he was a small boy, and he thought it might be amusing to find out if he could hear Stephan while he was going at it with Gillian, maybe even film the whole thing. So, on his way down to his own room and his wife's waiting cunt, he made a stop outside Stephan's door.
He heard nothing. The solid oak doors of the old house did not lend themselves to eavesdropping. Even when he pressed his ear to the door, he couldn't hear a thing. It occurred to him that Stephan had possibly gone fast asleep, but Frank remembered the hot looks that Gillian had been giving Stephan at the dinner table earlier, and decided to investigate further. He carefully pushed on the doorknob and, with experience gained through years of childhood sneaking about, he succeeded in turning it without making a sound. One of the light switches for the hall light was nearby on the wall, and Frank flicked it out before slowly pushing the door open just a fraction of an inch.
A wild cry met his ears and startled him so that he almost shut the door again. Then he realized that he had not been discovered, but had merely tuned in to his sister-in-law's love cries. His face split into a wide grin of satisfaction as he settled down to listen in the hallway.
Gillian's nakedly writhing body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddening probe in between her legs. Stephan was magnificent! She had never dreamed that it could be like this, that just being fucked so lewdly that afternoon by Frank and Basil could bring more and more pleasure from her body when her husband tongue-fucked her. Her love for him incited her further. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head below her.
"Oooooh! Ooooooohhhh! Aaaaaaghhh!" she wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access. "Lick my cunt! Lick it!" she screamed, pleading with him. "Oh God, don't stop now ... lick it! Lick it!" And then there came a rushing in her ears as she choked and the ceiling seemed to cave in on her with a great resounding and echoing crash, and she moaned and cried out as the intolerable delight of her cunt-splitting cum careened through her. She wanted it to go on forever and ever, to never, never stop!
As Gillian lay gasping and slowly recovering, Stephan turned her over onto her belly. Her willpower had been completely drained by her cumming, and he kissed her smooth oval-shaped asscheeks and bit them with sharp little nips of his teeth. He was vaguely unsatisfied. Tonight was special, he thought. He felt ready to go on for a long time, teasing her and bringing her to greater and greater heights of delirious pleasure.
"Spread your legs!" he ordered her.
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Frank was already on his way down the hall. His ears were humming and his brain spinning. "Good old Stephan!" he said out loud to himself. "I knew he could make it with his wife!"
He was in a hurry now, for he had an idea that he thought would be extremely amusing, not to mention thoroughly exciting. He could feel his cock throbbing hard and demandingly between his legs as he made his way to his room.
Frank eagerly sought the doorknob. He turned the handle and stepped in.
Taffy had awakened when Frank had risen from the bed and gone out into the hall. Now she lay trembling with anticipation as her good-looking young husband walked through the darkened room towards the bed. His steely blue eyes glinted and his expression was loving as he moved swiftly to her.
"Hello there!" she whispered, holding her covers teasingly up against her chin. Beneath, she was clad in a simple white gown that came to her knees and had a white ruffle that closed beneath her chin.
"How would you like to fuck around a little?" he asked, sitting on the bed.
"Sounds good to me," she replied and moved her tongue sensuously across her lips.
Frank's laugh resounded through the bedroom, and Taffy was mortified at the thought that their guests might hear and be awakened.
"Oh hush ... please hush!" she cried out.
His head bent low and he kissed her with a hard, burning pressure, until her head sank back into the softness of the pillow. Her eyes were closed and the lids fluttered as the magic of his kisses did its work within her hotly trembling body. His tongue boldly thrust between her pinkly parted lips, touching her own tongue mercilessly and making her want to die from the bliss it created inside her.
"Oh ... yes ... yes ..." she murmured, moving her head from side to side in a cascade of pleasure.
"Wait ..." he said suddenly, pulling away from her. "We'll fuck, but you're coming with me first ... come on! Hurry!"
Impatiently, he pulled her up and spun her toward the door, not even giving her time to put on a robe over her white nightgown.
"Your brother might see ... I can't go out like this ..." she protested.
"Oh hell, Taffy, he's family, he doesn't care, and neither do you. Besides, he'll probably be just a bit more undressed than you are anyway." Once more his laugh echoed out into the hall.
Frank was pulling her so fast that she could only stumble along behind him, curious as to where her impetuous husband was taking her.
"Where are we going?"
"Shhh ..." Frank cautioned her, and together they tiptoed down the hall until they got to the door that Frank had listened at earlier.
I sure hope they're still at it! he thought to himself. And then he knew they were, for through the slight crack in the door, which he had left ajar, the rising voices of his older brother and Gillian could be clearly heard.
Taffy stood with her mouth gaping open as Frank pushed her closer so that she, too, could hear everything.
Inside, Gillian winced forward, jumping slightly as she felt Stephan's finger prodding in between her wide-spread asscheeks. It was as if he had never done that to her before. Though he hadn't actually put his finger in her asshole. But Gillian sensed that this time he would go through with it, and she did not quite know how she would respond. She felt obscenely naked and unprotected back there as she could feel the strained skin around her tiny puckered asshole being pulled apart. He had been kissing her and gently nibbling at her white asscheeks, and Gillian was surprised to note that his finger in her ass did not hurt as she had anticipated, but rather sent a sensation of muted pleasure swelling through her.
Stephan moved his middle finger around in the tight expanding hole, fucking in and out, widening the tiny hole more and more. Gillian found herself wiggling her hips back against it, her nails digging into the mattress around her. When the determined young husband forced a second finger in, however, she winced aloud from the pain and tried to bounce away from him on the big bed.
But Gillian had little time to relax, for Stephan had followed her, kneeling up against her kneeling body, pinning her down with his other big hand on the small of her back. Gillian could feel that he was warming to his task, and a shiver of fear ran through her nakedly trembling body when she realized that she was completely at his mercy. Momentarily he was behind her, and then the fingers began to work together inside her tightly clinging asshole. Her mouth fell open as she began to groan excitedly, wriggling back onto the obscene invaders of her hitherto untouched ass flesh. A strangely appealing subjugation swept over her. She could feel him back there, deliberately stretching her. His voice came to her ears, loud and ringing.
"I've never fucked anyone up the ass ... now's as good a time as any!"
"Yes ... yes ... fuck me there! Screw me up the ass, Stephan!" she twisted her neck and cried back to him.
Outside the door Taffy gasped as she heard what her sister-in-law had just said. She had acted looser at dinner tonight--something must have happened to her to make her this way, so suddenly. She had spent the afternoon with Frank and Basil, they must have really had a screw session, because Gillian sure was wild now! Taffy felt her legs grow weak, and she would have not been able to support herself had it not been for Frank's strong grip around her waist. He would not let her go and it was if he too had to hang on to something to keep from collapsing.
"Oh, now, please," she whimpered. "Please!" But Frank was too delighted with the sounds coming from the bedroom to listen to his wife. It was much better than he had hoped. He hoped to kill several birds with one stone before the wee hours of this morning were over!
His fingers began a rhythmic massage against the naked softness of his wife's huge tits beneath her white nightgown. They felt good to his fingers and he pulled her closer and closer to him, forcing his heavily pulsing cock against the soft protrusions of her whitely trembling asscheeks. He knew that even beneath their clothing she could feel the hardness of it, and that she would remember what it had felt like to have his cock fucking deep into her willingly spread pussy!
The young director's wife moaned and was silent, and Frank could feel her trembling against him, her body beginning to respond to his forward thrusts as he held her tightly to his loins. They stood just outside the door in the hall, listening to the lewd sounds and words coming from inside the bedroom, and Frank's breath became heavier and heavier to match the intensity of the lewd actions inside. He could sense Taffy's total nakedness beneath her nightgown, and their very position there beside the open door began to excite him more and more.
Inside the bedroom, Stephan pulled his fingers out of Gillian's quivering asshole, the rubbery skin clinging to them and making a sucking, hissing noise.
"Kneel up more!" he said thickly. "Get your ass up higher!"
Obediently, Gillian drew her knees up further under her, presenting him with the fully stretched cheeks of her ass as she felt his hot, hard body move in between her open thighs. A shiver of anticipation surged through her limbs as suddenly she felt the smooth bulbous knob of his hugely throbbing cock resting within her wide-split asshole. Subserviently, she reached her hand back through the arch her legs made and began to gently stroke and cup the heavy sac of his cum-filled balls.
"Put my cock in your ass!" he hissed at her, and she took hold of the hotly throbbing cock, feeling its width between her fingers and feeling frightened once more. It seemed too big to go inside her ass! Yet she wanted to do what Stephan wanted, and she held her breath as he clutched at the top of her trim, widely separated thighs and she placed the bluntness of his prick against the tight, hairless opening to her bowels.
Stephan began to fuck into her, straining into the tight virginal hole of her ass. She was about to tell him that it was no use ... his cock would never go in, when the tiny muscle of her anus gave way and the persistent head of his cock burst into the sanctity of her asshole. Desperately, she tried to pull away from him, but he held her tight.
"Oh God! Stephan ... it hurts ... I'm too small back there!" she cried.
But he ignored her pleas, fucking into her mercilessly as he hugged her shapely hips in his savage attack, and growling, "Push back! Come on! Help me out! Push your ass back!"
Gillian could hardly think. Every way she turned there was pain and more pain. The agony was unbelievable!
"Back ... back!" he snarled, seemingly angered by her immobile stance, but she was afraid to move for fear of the pain inside her. Nevertheless, she tried to move her asscheeks backward, and with a deliberate, mind-shattering effort born of love, she allowed his slithering cock to surge into the spongy resistant flesh of her ass.
"Aaaannnnnggghhhhh!" Gillian groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her upturned whitely curving asscheeks. She heard him give a harsh whine of passion as he began to fuck deep into the soft confines of her fully presented asshole.
Listening in the hall outside the bedroom door, Taffy had begun to respond to the sounds of the lewd fucking by writhing backward against Frank's thrusting cock, and when his hands began to lift her nightgown up, she could not protest.
Oooohhhh, I want him to touch me so! she thought, her flesh burning with desire as her husband's fingers revealed the creamy nakedness of her soft white body. When her nightgown was way up around her hips and her hotly quivering asscheeks were bared to him, she felt him pull her in against him once more, and to her shocked surprise she felt the naked hardness of his cock pressing fervently into the split of her asscheeks.
Oh no ... she thought. He's not going to do the same thing to me ... he can't ... not here ... no! We've done a lot of screwing in all sorts of ways, but he has never fucked me in the asshole before, nobody has! But she did not know what to do as he began to push and slide the tip of his thickly pulsing cock in between her trembling asscheeks, bending her body this way and that as it pleased him so that he could get the desired sensual effect. She was relieved that he did not try to fuck her there, for she could hear the horrifying sounds of her sister-in-law being sodomized by Stephan. She'd seen some of Frank's films of women being screwed in the ass, and they always liked it in the end, but that didn't mean that she felt like it now. She knew that she might never ever recover from such an act and tried to convince herself that Frank would never do such a thing to her! He forced her to bend over forward, letting his hotly throbbing cock fit smoothly into the spread entrance of her hairlined cunt, and Taffy shivered with mounting desire.
Yes, she thought, oh yes ... fuck me now ... right now! She felt so excited that she began to push her asscheeks back, and as she did so the long, thick hardness of Frank's thrusting cock slipped deep into her hungrily gripping pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, twisting back onto his prick as she felt herself being filled by the incredible mass of his heavily throbbing cock.
Oh! It's hard and wonderful and I love it! she thought, in spite of herself.
His hands firmly planted on Taffy's hips, the young movie director began a slow skewering motion into his wife's hotly seeping pussy, feeling his cock fucking along the entire length of her cunt passage, and listening to her soft moans of pleasure. But this was not all he had wanted of her, and boldly, after once more assessing the sounds coming from inside the guest room, he began to push forward into the room, carrying Taffy along with him still firmly attached to him by the lewd fucking of his cock inside her clinging pussy. Taffy realized what was happening, but she was too aroused to try to get away. What could she do anyway? He held her so hard against him that she could feel sharp shooting pains where his fingers dug into the soft fleshy area of her hips. Yet, as he moved, his hard cock jiggled and thrust within her hot wet pussy in a most exciting way.
To her alarm, she could hear the noises of the fucking couple on the bed very nearby. She and Frank were now almost right next to the bed, she was certain of it.
But Gillian and Stephan were so preoccupied that they didn't know that they had company.
By degrees, the pain was lessening within the wide-stretched walls of Gillian's thickly filled asshole and a certain stimulation began to blend with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her blonde hair a crazed entanglement hanging over her face as Stephan rammed into her again and again and again.
"Unnnnnngh! Unnnngh! Unnnngh!" he grunted animallike behind her. "Move your butt!" he commanded. "Can't you do better than that?"
His words stung Gillian as she tried to comply. He was sodomizing her! Her own dear Stephan was performing this completely debasing act upon her! She tried to think, but each time his brutal thrust would drive her forward and she would squirm back onto his deeply fucking cock until soon she was filled with an all pervading masochistic joy. The pain had become pleasurable! She began to shove backward with vigor, in a tempo to meet her young husband's brutal thrusts. It was getting better and better ... unlike anything she'd ever felt before! She marveled at the power of her body to bring her new sensations when she thought she had already known them all.
It was then that the piercing shriek stunned them both, with Stephan's surging cock was still plunged within the tightly clenched narrowness of Gillian's widely split asshole. Directly behind them, right there in the room, a woman had screamed. And now immediately following the scream, sharp sounds of sobbing and the lewd noises of flesh slapping against naked flesh met their ears.
"What the hell!" Stephan cried out.
"Never mind!" Frank replied in a panting voice. "Go on with what you're doing. It's just Taffy and me, and we'll take our cues from you! Damn, your ass is tight, Taffy!"
Taffy's cries of pain lifted to the ceiling and Stephan could feel Gillian trying to scramble away from him.
"Oh no!" she was saying. "Good God, Stephan ... get them out of here!"
Stephan was on the verge of agreeing with her, at first outraged by his younger brother's rude intrusion. But then the humor of the situation struck him, and he had to chuckle as he heard Taffy's whimpering noises and envisioned the two of them there at the foot of the bed. He turned his head around, still without releasing Gillian from his strong grip of her upper thighs, and in the darkness could make out the shape of the other two gyrating bodies ... the white of Taffy's uplifted nightgown ... the darkness of Frank's hair. He had to hand it to his brother Frank, when he wanted something, he went after it and got what he wanted.
As Gillian continued to protest, he suddenly yelled at her, "Shut up! I'm not finished yet! Let them fuck all they want, they're not bothering us!"
Gillian was silent. She had always tried to get over the dislike for Frank which she felt--even after what he had done for her that afternoon, feeling herself above such things, but now she felt distinctly used by him, and she knew that he was doing this primarily to get even with her over the way she felt towards him. The fact that Stephan was going along with it hurt her deeply, and she could not keep tears of bitterness from springing to her eyes. She had thought herself over feeling this way in such a situation. After Basil and Frank had fucked her so completely she had considered herself ready and willing for anything. Only this was different, because her husband whom she loved was going along with his insensitive brother ... joining in his dirty, lewd scene like something out of his dirty movies.
She could hear Taffy's whimpers changing to sounds of utter pleasure, and she guessed that Frank was touching her body in such a way as to alleviate the rising pain between the young girl's cock-spread asscheeks. Her own asscheeks were once more lewdly stretched and the husband's hugely throbbing cock deep within her arching asshole made itself felt again as the painfully embedded prick recovered from its temporarily softened state and grew harder by the second.
"Come on, you sweet bitch ... give it to me ..." he growled down at her. "But first, turn on the lights!"
"No! No! No! No!" Gillian protested. She had been screwed in broad daylight by a near stranger and Frank, but Stephan was her husband. Stephan fucked his angrily stiffened cock so deep into her defenselessly upthrust asscheeks that she wailed with pain and lifted her hand up toward the low switch on the wall by her bed. In a second the room was flooded with a soft yellow glow from the table, and Stephan nearly knocked her flat on her face as he shoved up into her cringing asshole again, this time turning his head so he could watch the lewdly occupied couple behind him.
It was true ... they were doing it too! Frank was fucking his wife right up her ass, and from his position on the bed, Stephan could see his brother's lustfully penetrating cock sliding in and out between the full, firmly rounded moons of white flesh that formed the lustfully moaning woman's asscheeks. He could even see the pink flesh of her round little asshole draw back with Frank's cock on the outstroke, greedily clasping it as if to keep it from escaping. He stared in sadistic delight as his younger brother's cum-laden balls smacked resoundingly against Taffy's tight little cunt each time he screwed his prick to the hilt in her wide-split crevice.
Stephan felt his own lust-bloated balls palpitating almost painfully and his throbbing cock felt as if it were charged with electricity each time he fucked into Gillian's uplifted asscheeks. Now she was moaning like a madwoman, her beautiful face flushed, her eyes rolling in her head, and Stephan knew he couldn't last much longer.
He had fucked for his younger brother before, when he was in the movie with the little teenage nymph Kitty--the hottest cunt in town. But Stephan couldn't remember ever having done anything nearly as exciting as this dual sodomizing with her! He had wanted something special for that night and he was getting it! He could see Frank watching him too even while he thoroughly impaled his sensuously writhing young wife in front of him, and Stephan realized that they were in a kind of contest together. Who would last longer ... who would cum first??
Stephan's hand came down on Gillian's palely jiggling asscheek in lewd imitation of a jockey with a thoroughbred horse coming down the home stretch toward the finish line.
"Eeeeee!" Gillian wailed in painful protest, but the excitement had begun to swell within her again and she reached back under her, tickling Stephan's lewdly swinging balls and turning her face sideways so that he could see the effect he was having on her. Sweat poured down Stephan's face as he rode her wildly and impersonally. She felt herself to be a mere vessel for his pleasure, and suddenly this contributed to her own growing pleasure. What could be more important than receiving his long hard cock ... than giving him the utmost pleasure that she could possibly manage???? She knew that the presence of his brother and Taffy was making him reach new heights of excitement, and, swallowing her own pride once more, she found at the depths of her debasement a greater desire than she had ever known filling her nakedly gyrating loins.
Frank watched fascinated as up on the bed his older brother Stephan's thickly throbbing cock disappeared all the way up into Gillian's wriggling asscheeks, with every cruel thrust. None of it was left visible to his eyes as it submerged its full depth into the tightly resilient passage, straining its head as if to burst asunder in her tightly clasping asshole.
Taffy moaned and mewled as the thickly pulsing cock churned within her straining ass. He had penetrated her there with one swift devastating fuck, taking her by surprise after exiting from her desire-drenched pussy. And now, she found herself filled with a sense of total abandon.
What did anything matter anymore? She had done more lewd things before, and she was in effect enjoying the obscene, lewd fucking into her half-naked body. She had allowed herself to be taken in the crudest, most sinful manner known to man or woman, and in the same room with another couple who were doing exactly the same thing!
"Oh yes! Frank, fuck it! Fuck it hard!" she gasped out, her lewd words filling the room and spurring not only her own husband but the other hotly writhing couple to a faster pace.
Frank felt he could cum now whenever he wanted to. He drew his cock out to the tip, watching her virginally tight asshole pucker pinkly around him, and then rammed in one long, smooth stroke all the way to his loins. Taffy whined in ecstasy, and on the bed Gillian echoed the same intense sounds. Frank fucked into her again, pulling Taffy back onto his lust-throbbing cock like a smooth-fitting glove, causing her to scream again.
Stephan did the same, and Gillian screamed with pleasure. His scalding hot cum-juices began to churn in Stephan's heavily pulsing cock. The acute tingling that signaled his imminent release had started!
Stephan grunted loudly as he fucked his hugely throbbing length into Gillian's wide-spread asshole, his entire naked body beginning to jerk convulsively against her asscheeks. His mouth hung open loosely as he clawed at the silky skin of Gillian's waist with harsh, clutching fingers, pulling her cream-white ass even wider apart for his thickly cumming cock to screw yet another fraction of an inch up into her.
"I'm cumming, Frank!" he shouted back to his younger brother. "Christ, I'm cummmmiingg!"
"Mee too, you horny bastard!" Frank cried back. "Meeee toooooo!"
Frank grunted and began to pump thick jets of steamy cum from his speeding cock, filling the swollen tightness of Taffy's plundered young asshole with the white juice of his cum.
Beneath Stephan's battering attack, Gillian felt the first delicious torrents of the hot white cream gush wildly into the aching depths of her abused ass. It surged through her cock-split anus like a volcanic eruption, warming her belly rapturously. The sensation and the lewd knowledge that Stephan was actually paying more attention to Frank at this intimate moment than he was to her, strangely touched off her mind-blowing cum, and she screamed as the great rush of pleasure rippled through her trembling loins.
"Aaaaaaggggggghhhhh!!!!"
The combined cries of cums swirled to the high-ceilinged bedroom. Taffy screamed in lust-filled agony as Frank's fingers touched the streaming pit of her hair-fringed pussy and the thick white juices from his cock trickled back out of her cum-filled ass and down the inner flesh of her wide-spread thighs.
"Give me your cream, give me your cream! Oh Stephan, Stephan, I love you! Love you!" Gillian sobbed piteously, her entire body wracked with spasms as Stephan clung to her from behind. The pleasure within her seemed to go on forever as she let herself get lost in the world of her own carnal sensations. Distantly, the wetly obscene sounds of the other couple mingled in her head, and she knew that they were all experiencing some kind of lewd four-way cumming, where each cum hung on the others and was continually spurred on in a dizzying, mind-blowing chain reaction.
Gillian's head swam as she felt her weakly quivering knees give way, and Stephan pulled out of her cum-flooded asshole with a soft, lewd, sucking sound. As he fell to the side of her, she collapsed, her well-fucked body completely spent.
She had never felt so free about being fucked to cumming before, and she shut her eyes with joy at the wonderful new universe that Frank and his dirty fuck films had opened up for her. They had turned her on and made her want to fuck and suck cock like she had never had wanted it before. They were beautiful, and as she had watched them, she had found herself coming up with a few wild ideas herself, ideas that she was certain would add immeasurably to their erotic appeal. In fact, the idea suddenly came to her, that was what she would do! She would produce her own films, and she was certain that if she let Frank fuck her now and then or sucked his cock for him periodically, he would let her use all the equipment she needed to make the hottest fuck films ever seen by man!!!

Chapter 8
Gillian Edwards had been absolutely right. Several afternoons later she had gone to her brother-in-law's downtown studio and let him fuck her long and hard for several hours. She then hit him with her request to use his camera and studio for the evening to make her own fuck film. He had gladly acceded when she had promised to come back the next day and let him and Basil double-fuck her, both at the same time. He had carefully gone over the operation of the simple 16mm camera and then left for a dinner engagement that he and Taffy had with some out-of-town film buyers.
On the strength of her faith in her ability to fuck Frank into agreeing to her making a film, Gillian had earlier set up a young girl she had picked up down at the bus depot for the starring role. She had based the plot on one of her own fantasies and one she was certain almost all women had lying in the back of their subconscious minds. She was going to film the girl being raped and humiliated after having walked in on two sex-crazed burglars who had ostensibly broken into her apartment.
She licked her lips and smiled in anticipation as she slipped the first reel of film in the camera. The girl was ideal for the part and it would be a wild film that should turn both men and women on. The girl's name was Cindy, and even though she was eighteen, she looked only about fifteen and had that fresh "off-the-farm" beauty that would raise a man's cock in seconds. And ... she really was innocent. She had, of course, been fucked before, but was still relatively innocent, and Gillian had been careful to disclose all the girl would have to do to earn her much needed twenty-five dollars. She had told her she would have to fuck for it in front of a movie camera and pretend she was being raped by two of the toughest guys in the city, and the young girl had just smiled and agreed to it all. Plucky little thing, this Cindy.
The guys, named Buck and Charlie, had been no problem at all. She had just entered a bar on 42nd Street and offered them ten bucks apiece for their services to screw a young girl silly, and they had jumped at the chance for a strange piece of ass and enough money to throw a good drunk on with.
"All right, everyone, places," Gillian commanded after she finished loading the camera and setting the lighting to her liking. "And let's make it good. I want everyone to put their whole hearts into it and turn out a real turn-on film."
She aimed the camera at the door of the rundown tenement room she had arranged as a set in Frank's studio and flipped it on. "Lights, camera, action!" she shouted and let the story she had laid out begin to unfold before the camera's eye.
There was the rattling of a key in the door, and the voluptuous blonde Cindy opened it and started to enter her room. She suddenly saw the two men inside, and with a look of horror on her face, started to turn and run, but the ugliest of the two men, Buck, jumped out and grabbed hold of her arm before she could get away. Cindy struggled furiously, trying to escape the burglar's powerful hold, but he dragged her convincingly, screaming and kicking, into the room. With growing alarm, she realized that she was now trapped in her own apartment and at the mercy of two heartless criminals.
She fought down the rising panic inside her as the man deposited her in the middle of the room. She would try to reason with him, she figured. She would let them have her money and everything would be all right. They would leave and not touch her. Her mouth opened and her eyes looked up at him, but his face was covered with scars and she couldn't stand to look at him, so she quickly glanced away. For the first time she saw the other one, as the camera panned to him. Just as ragged and beat up as his friend, he was stretched out on her turned-down bed, a bottle of whiskey at his side. He sat up, looking at the voluptuous young teenager with great interest, his mouth gaping wide and a bit of spittle forming in its corner.
"You can have all my money ..." Cindy started. "For heaven's sake ... please, you've got to let me go!" She held her hands at her throat and tried backing toward the door.
"Who you tryin' to kid? What's this, some game? We don't need no money, kid ... just some good fuckin'." He grabbed at Cindy's huge young tits, taking one in each hand and squeezing hard. Cindy screamed as loud as she could, pushing at the big paws that surrounded her twin mounds.
"Help!" she yelled. "Somebody help me!"
Buck stood back from her, surprised before the camera by her determination to get away, then his ugly face twisted from a jovial leer into a determined scowl.
"Aw no! Naw ... you ain't gonna holler like that ... shut up!" Buck jerked his hand forward and hit her across the face with a hard blow, then before she could catch her breath to scream again, he clamped his dirty hand across her mouth, turning her about rudely and twisting her arm behind her back in a hammerlock.
"That's it," Gillian murmured softly, surprised by the intensity with which the actors were entering into the spirit of the film. The young actress's eyes bulged above the huge hand that pressed down on her lips. She shuddered as a shiver of well-acted revulsion started at her toes and ran straight up to her scalp. It was too horrible to believe. She made moaning and grunting noises, muffling her mouth against the hard, rough skin of the burglar's hand as inside her head the screams she could not utter resounded with shattering strength. She struggled wildly, but he moved her with him across the room, holding her body close to his. She felt an enormous surge of hysteria rise from her belly and her legs and arms began to tremble uncontrollably as she saw that they were getting closer and closer to the other man on her bed against the wall.
Cindy's arm looked as though it was twisted almost to the breaking point, and she looked as though she would faint from the pain, but she soon had still another nightmare to consider as she gazed down at the dreadful sight of the man on the bed grinning toothlessly up at her. She could see him begin to drool hideously, and she tried even more desperately to get away from the restraining hands.
The one called Charlie looked up at the voluptuous young blonde, his fishy eyes popping as he took in the breathtaking sight of her as her thin coat hung open revealing the diaphanous material of her summer dress, a glint of bare skin showing through the light covering. He reached up and with one gruff motion ripped at her coat, pulling sharply downwards so that the sleeves remained hanging on her arms, and her filmy dress exposed all her tantalizing young curves to his face. His look took in the long voluptuous legs, draped by the folds of Cindy's dress, the tantalizing stretch of her thighs, the startling cups of her huge white tits, jutting forth as she strained to get away.
"Oh, man oh man!" Charlie grinned. "Looky here!" He felt like someone had dropped a million dollars in his lap; he'd never seen anything that even approached the perfection of Cindy's body. He began to laugh and chortle, clapping his hands and bouncing up and down on the bed for the benefit of the ceaselessly grinding camera.
"Can I touch her, Buck? Can I?" He looked pleadingly up at his companion, who continued to apply enough pressure on Cindy's arm to keep her from bolting.
"Later, later!" Buck answered roughly according to the script. "Hand me something ... hand me those silk stockings!" He pointed to a pair of Cindy's long hosiery on the floor beside the bed. Charlie bent over and picked them up, pausing to look at the teen-aged blonde's ankles and calves from the new angle before handing the socks up to Buck, then he watched with something like admiration as Buck quickly fashioned a knot and bound Cindy's hands tightly together behind her back. He found a handkerchief in his pocket and pushed it way to the back of Cindy's mouth to stop the screams she had resumed once his hands were occupied with binding her.
"There ... that'll keep you for a while ... noisy bitch!" He spun her about to face him, smirking as she tottered unsteadily on her feet. She was trussed up like a Thanksgiving goose, ready to be consumed by a hungry mob. The silk stockings were so tight that they cut sharply into her wrists, and the gag in her mouth made it difficult for her to grunt, much less yell.
"Hold her steady," she heard Buck's voice command, and then she felt her thin dress and underthings being ripped from her naked body.
She knew then that there was no doubt about what they were going to do to her, and the thought of getting fucked by them both created a raging turmoil inside her that caused a sickening dizziness to envelope her. And then as Gillian, behind the camera, signaled, a giant fist slammed into her head, causing her to groan and pretend to lose consciousness so that the two men would spread her unprotected, limp body on the crumpled sheet of the bed.
They laughed cruelly at the sight of her nude body lying face down on the bed before them, her firm asscheeks bulging up from her hips. Then Charlie abruptly stopped laughing.
"Ah Buck ... you knocked her out. That ain't no fun!"
"She'll come round ... don't you worry ... she'll be sassy enough!" An idea had come into his mind. For the first time in a long time he was thinking, and it felt good. He stood staring, bleary eyed, down at the soft creamy skin of Cindy's naked young asscheeks glistening in the lamplight of the film set. She was ready for whatever he might choose to do to her. All the deep-seated anger that abided in his soul seemed to rise now as he enjoyed this position of power. Power was the one thing he had never had, and now this! It had slowly dawned on him that Cindy was not one of the standard fuck-film actresses! But he had no intention of just following the script after he caught a glimpse of what she looked like underneath that dress. She was class, and he knew it, even though he'd never been that close to it. Cindy symbolized all the women who had scorned him on the streets, all those who had turned away in disgust at the sight of him and refused to recognize him as a human being like themselves. Well, he would show them ... he would show her!
All the hurts he had ever endured appeared before him in the circles of Cindy's helpless white asscheeks, and Buck could feel his cock aching like it had never ached before. Without ceremony, he pulled it out of his pants, the zipper didn't work anyway, and lunged across the bed onto the full length of Cindy's body, pressing his scarred face against her soft downy cheek, where he was able to inhale the light odor of her body perfume.
"Hey," Gillian whispered from behind the camera. "You're supposed to play with her first!"
"Just begin shooting, cunt!" Buck growled. "I'll show you a fuck scene you won't ever forget!"
The heavy impact had forced the wind from Cindy's body, and the first thing that affronted her was the heaving breath of the animallike man on top of her. She winced and began to weakly struggle beneath him, but his hands pushed on the back of her head until her face was stuffed down into the mattress, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Buck's knees relentlessly forced at her legs, parting them with rough pressure that scraped at her thighs.
Cindy strained to keep her legs from being opened, but it was useless; her head pounded from sudden fright, and she was too weak to resist. She gave a low groan as her resistance was broken and her legs snapped wide open behind her. Buck let himself slide down between her legs, and the roughness of the material of his clothes burned her skin as he moved over her. A moan came from deep in her throat as she felt his rapidly hardening cock touching wetly at the smooth inner surfaces of her thighs. He pushed it forward so that the long rod slithered along the wide-split crevice of her naked asscheeks, as Gillian behind the camera whirred away. She had been initially taken aback by the man's sudden deviation from the script, but decided he might really put out on his own. She would pay the girl double to handle any objections she might have to a little roughness. Anyway, they wouldn't dare hurt her.
Cindy wriggled her bottom, the only part of her that she could move, trying to get the lustfully throbbing cock out from between her nakedly split asscheeks. But every move she made served to make Buck's cock still harder, and increased his determination to stay on top of her and fuck her his way.
"Lift that ass up!" he ordered, pulling himself up and off of her prostrate form, so that he stood between her spread legs at the edge of the bed. Cindy started to press her legs together again, stiffening each muscle in a useless effort to resist him, tears of real terror springing to her eyes at the sudden turn of events.
A loud anguished cry echoed shrilly in her head, increasing in pitch at each new indignity foisted upon her helpless body before the ceaselessly grinding camera.
When Buck saw that she was not going to obey him, he lifted his hand and let it fall heavily to her gelatinously quivering asscheeks with a loud crack. Charlie stood to the side, watching gleefully.
"Let me have a go ... come on, Buck, lemme at her too!" he pleaded.
"No!" his companion growled. "You'll have your turn, don't worry!"
Cindy's naked ass was turning a deep pink from the slap it had just received, and the pain was beginning to subside when the hand came down again ... crack!
"Move it!" he repeated, and this time Cindy tried to move the way she thought he wanted her to, but it was not fast enough for Buck, and he pushed his hand down on the back of her head again, holding her until she relaxed the whole of her body so that he would allow her to breathe. Then, having won his battle, he pulled at her fearfully trembling asscheeks until they were lifted high off the bed. She hung there, her behind lewdly suspended in the air.
Cindy knew that it was useless to struggle because even the lady who had hired her could not stop them. Eventually they would obtain what they wanted from her, no matter what she did to protest. No one else could hear her muffled cries, and even if they did, they would assume that it was all a part of the normal goings on in the film studio. Cindy felt she had sunk lower than it was possible to sink. She had to give in to the horrible humiliation of her tormentors' every whim. They would be able to manipulate her body in any way they saw fit, any way that would satisfy their enormous hunger. Perhaps if she cooperated, they would not beat her any more; they would be satisfied just to fuck her, shoot their obscene cum inside her pussy, and be done with it.
Buck knelt on the bed behind her nakedly raised ass, staring as though he might be struck blind the next moment. He had never seen anything like it. All of Cindy's blonde young cunt and huge tits were displayed before him in all their fresh young splendor. He felt hot all over, itching for the feel of his cock deep in the hidden recesses of her cunt. He wanted to explode inside her and fuck her to pieces. His balls were full and aching as he pulled on them and stroked his rock-hard shaft, longing to shove it into the narrow opening of her teenager's cunt. But he had a perverse desire to make it last as long as possible. Way in the back of his mind he knew that he would never get a chance like this again, never. And he wanted to make the most of it while he had it, camera or not!
"What're you waitin' for, Buck? Come on, give it to her ... feed her a little cock. That's some hot little ass she got there, ain't it?" Charlie sat fondling his huge erection and gulped whiskey from his bottle, slopping the liquid over himself and the bedcovers.
Buck didn't bother to answer. He wasn't going to let himself be rushed. This was one piece of ass he was going to enjoy! With a rush of anger, he remembered Cindy's screams when she had first looked at him, and then the way she had turned away, not looking him in the face. She hadn't been acting either. What did she think she was anyway? Some kind of high and mighty saint? He'd fix it so that she'd be groveling under him; he was going to feel her wiggle beneath him, wanting him to fuck her harder, wanting him to fill her cunt fully!
He placed his hard, pulsating cock so that it was barely touching the smooth, sleek crevice of her ass, tormenting the soft cheeks of flesh with his kneading fingers by pulling them apart and then pressing them together around the huge bulbous tip of his cock.
Cindy's nakedly exposed young asscheeks contracted helplessly against the pulling of Buck's thumbs, but he kept on pressing outward with a steady motion, not hard, but gently and firmly, determined to break the youngster's will by sheer cunning, if nothing else. Eventually, it worked, and the moon-shaped orbs were lax, spread wide before him as he dropped down so that he could peer into the soft brown circle of her asshole with its small puckered opening and the tempting folds of her blonde, curl-fringed cunt below. His lips were only inches away from the soft blonde strands that wisped around the entrance to Cindy's cunt, and he inhaled deeply, breathing in the sweetness of her inner young pussy flesh, pushing Charlie away as he craned over beside him in an attempt to see too.
The young actress was calmer now ... it didn't seem as though he was going to hit her again. She was surprised by his slow movements ... she had not been prepared for that, expecting a savage rape for which she had steeled her mind. She didn't know quite how to react to this soft touch and it unsettled her. There was something strange about it, something horrible, as her body seemed to respond with something akin to relief, even gratitude for not being treated cruelly. She felt like two separate beings ... her mind and her body were not functioning together.
Cindy tried to suppress the lewd, cunt-moistening sensation that she could feel rising inside her thumb-spread pussy as Buck steadily breathed into her naked cunt and asshole, slowly inhaling and exhaling her luxuriously sensual fragrance. She sighed and let her ass muscles relax still another notch into a state of looseness brought on by the freedom from anticipation of pain.
But her mind sensed that there was another danger, and it was not long in appearing, for Cindy began to feel a strange wetness at the base of her spine. It spread from a tiny point to about the size of a poker chip, and then began to creep slowly up her spinal column.
Buck was licking his long, thick tongue up her back, inching along with infinite slowness, causing an uncontrollable shiver to run up and down her back. At first it was only a feeling of surprise, but then the tingling sensations turned to pleasure. Alarmed, the youngster attempted to move her arms from their cramped position tied behind her back, but she could only pull them up a little way from her body, and the wetness continued to move up and down until, inexplicably, it stopped entirely.
Cindy found herself waiting for its next appearance. Why had it stopped? Then she caught herself: she was actually thinking as if she wanted the lewd licking to continue. The very thought that she was enjoying being filmed like this was hideous ... and her mind reeled with confusion. She no longer felt like herself ... it seemed as though she must be someone else going through these horrid things ... and Cindy, the young country girl, no longer existed. She couldn't ... she couldn't be there on that dirty bed in an upstairs room of a fuck-film studio ... no ... such things didn't happen, and she fought the reality of the unbelievable scene, bitterly tossing her head from side to side.
"Keep licking, that looks hot," she heard Gillian direct from behind the camera. "She'll love it in a minute."
Then suddenly the moisture was back as Buck ran his tongue all the way up her inner thigh, slowly, delicately, until he reached the wetness of Cindy's nakedly spread cunt. She tried to squirm away, but he held onto her whitely protruding ass so that it stayed just where he wanted it, and before she could anticipate what he was going to do, he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy with all the strength he had in him.
It felt warm and soft soft pressure inside her unprotected opening, moving around and about tickling and pushing at the walls of her sensitive little cunt.
Buck could feel the confusion in Cindy's body as he continued tongue-fucking into her, lapping at her sweet young cunt juices, sliding down and toying with her clitoris, only to return to the tender little hole above after a moment's teasing below. He knew he was getting through to her as the sounds she was making gradually changed to soft mmmmmms, hums of pleasure.
Cindy had convinced herself by now ... no, this couldn't be real, the pleasure she felt was a hallucination ... the whole thing made no sense at all. Every inch of her body reacting to the permeating vibrations of pleasure coming from the male actor's tongue, stuck in her like a tiny prick. With a great moan, she released what small doubts she still had and abandoned herself entirely to the joy of the rising feelings back between her wide-spread asscheeks. Buck tongue-fucked in further, and then began licking up the full crevice of her ass. He knew she was liking it, and she was going to like it even better before he was through. His face was glistening wet as he licked up and down in the nakedly split confines of her hotly squirming asscheeks.
Charlie could hardly believe his eyes. His mouth hung slackly open as he watched the gyrations of the young blonde's sensuously moving ass.
"Eat that pussy! Yeah! Eat it!" he cried.
Buck lifted his head up and spit out a command to his partner. "Take that gag out of her mouth ... go on ... take it out!"
Charlie did as he was told, removing the saliva-wet handkerchief from Cindy's mouth and throwing it on the floor. Just as he was removing it, Buck fucked several fingers up into her cunt, twisting them around as he teased the tightly clasping walls of the hotly streaming tunnel.
"Ooooooh oooooh!" Cindy cried out, completely out of control now as her heated young cunt locked hungrily around the lewdly fucking fingers, opening and closing around them as they explored deeper up inside with bolder and bolder thrusts.
Gillian gasped and felt her own cunt throb momentarily at the sensuous sight. Jesus Christ, she thought, the girl's going to go out of her mind and fuck them crazy in a minute!
Buck was working like a madman behind the young blonde's upturned ass, fucking crazily in and out of her, listening with something near delirious delight to her muffled sounds of uncontrollable excitement. She was his woman, now ... the same one who couldn't look him in the face earlier, the same type he had wanted to fuck almost all his life.
"Shhhhhiiiiit!" he exclaimed. "Shhhhiiiiit!"
Cindy bucked beneath the ramming hand, moaning with an ecstasy born from the complete oblivion in which she had placed her mind. She was nowhere ... she was no one. What happened to her was pure feeling, pure sensation with no string of conscious thought attached. Her hotly quivering cuntlips opened still wider to admit his hand, the hot, slicky moistness inside increasing moment by moment.
Buck could tell she was just about to cum, and he didn't want it to be on his hand. He wanted to get his throbbing cock into that tight little pussy and feel it cumming all around it! It was time to fuck up into her with his rampant joystick, and he could almost taste the way it was going to feel inside there when he let loose all his pent-up jism and felt it pouring around his cock deep inside her cunt while she bucked and screamed from her own wild, pussy-bursting cumming.
It was going to make up for all the years he had subsisted in a rigged society, breaking his balls for the guys with the loot for pennies, until he finally gave it up. It was better to be a bum and live from hand to mouth than to go through life making somebody else rich. He feasted his eyes on the lovely girl kneeling on the bed, and he knew he would have to fuck her one way or another soon before he spilled his cum out all over her nakedly churning asscheeks. For a moment he considered fucking into the tight little asshole that pointed itself temptingly toward him, the little rosebud opening almost beckoning to him to fuck it. But he wanted the feel of her young, tight pussy wrapped around his cock, he decided ... that would be the best.
He slowly slipped his fingers from her cunt and moved up toward her raised asscheeks, kneeling on the bed behind her, then he guided the smooth length of his cock into the opening between the wide-stretched thighs, his cum-filled balls aching painfully. He moved his fingers to the pink-tinged lips of the girl's wetly gushing pussy, parting them with his thumb and forefinger, then pressing his lust-thickened cock forward into the warm softness of the soft, curl-rimmed folds of soft, slicky cunt flesh.
He gave a loud groan. He had never felt anything like it. It was every bit as good as he had imagined. Cindy's wetly clasping young cunt slipped smoothly over his straining cock like a warm, tight glove, and he gasped aloud as the soft fleshy walls gave way, making room for his advancing hardness. The sound of his cries mingled with the high-pitched wail that Cindy emitted, resounding lewdly around the shabby room. "Aaaaaah!" Cindy cried out as she was pressed down by his weight upon her. She trembled with emotion as she felt the enormous length of his cock fuck further and further up into her helplessly squirming belly. Then suddenly the reality of what was taking place returned to her with startling clarity. The probing of Buck's cock on the inside of her lewdly upraised cunt, the touching of the delicate surface of her cervix, brought her abruptly back to the fuck-film studio with the two barroom derelicts in it. And one of them was now fucking his cock into her, bearing down with all his might. Her humiliation returned full force, and once more she could feel the pain of the bindings on her hands and hear the whirring of the camera nearby.
She began to scream loudly and hysterically for him to stop fucking her, tears flooding her eyes and streaming down her cheeks and into her mouth, but he would not, could not stop. He was just at the point of cumming as he had never cum before, deep into her tightly gripping cunt, intruding into the passageway that he sought to widen and lengthen with the force of his heavy, asscheek-flattening fucks into her.
"Oh fuck, shit, piss! Aaaaaagh! Fuck back, you bitch. Fuck back!"
Buck's obscene cries echoed throughout the room and the young blonde groaned pitifully underneath him, beginning to turn on again to the insanely invading prick that impaled her mercilessly like a battering ram. When she began fucking back, Buck only became more excited. He didn't even care about her screams now; he wanted to hear her cry out, he wanted to tame her, and his cock expanded inside her to even larger proportions as he rose and fell upon her defenselessly spread body again and again.
Cindy felt as though her cunt would explode into a thousand pieces and she uttered a silent prayer that she would get to cum too. That was all that she could hope for now ... every remnant of self-respect she had ever had was being fucked out of her now before the lewdly grinding lens of the all-seeing camera.
A guttural stream of lewd words spit out into the room behind her, and with another savage thrust, Buck's huge cock burst within her, spurting loose great jets of cum deep into her ravaged pussy as he twitched and moaned in the grasps of his overwhelming orgasm.
Then, just when she thought he had left her high and dry and it was all over, Cindy looked up to see the sight of the other man's lust-hardened cock waving before her contorted face.
"I'm gonna make her suck it, Buck ... okay? Okay?" he said, and without waiting for an answer from his friend who remained mounted on Cindy's back, he fucked his huge erect hardness deep into the pliancy of her mouth. There was no use in her straining to keep her lips closed; he pushed and pushed until they gave way, admitting the heavily quivering rod far back into her defenseless throat. The full thickness of Charlie's shaft crushed into the warm, wet cavern of Cindy's mouth. He had been patient up to now, very patient, but he could wait no longer, the sight of Buck fucking into her cunt had been too much for anyone to take. He groaned as the hugeness of his prick filled the young helpless actress's throat completely with its fleshy stickiness.
He rapidly fucked his cock in and out of her wide-stretched lips, raping her mouth as if it were her cunt, and Cindy could feel the wild sensation of the other man's cum-drained cock still firmly implanted in her pussy below, although not as hard now.
"Suck, suck, suck!" Charlie screamed. "Suck!" And unable to contain himself any longer, he spewed out his cum deep down into her greedily sucking throat, sending his lewd cum roaring like an unleashed torrent of molten lava far back into the hidden recesses of her hungrily gulping throat.
"Ooooooh Lord," Gillian, still behind the camera, moaned softly to herself as she watched the man step back and pull his cum-slickened cock from between the girl's still hungrily nibbling lips. "The bastards didn't fuck her to a cum. The movie's ruined if she doesn't cum too!" Her mind worked a mile a minute as she watched the unsatiated young blonde twisting tortuously about on the bed.
"Ooooh God, somebody fuck my pussy and make it cum," she was pleading through her cum-slickened lips. "God, someone's got to fuck me!"
It was in that instant that Gillian made up her mind. If she was going to make a good fuck-film director, she would have to learn to think on her feet and ad lib scenes at a moment's notice. And ... this was one of those moments. That girl just had to cum to complete the picture or she wouldn't have a chance in hell of ever selling it and getting back the money that she had invested in it.
"Hang on, baby," she suddenly crooned softly over to the young blonde. "Mama's going to come over and lick your little pussy for you."
The voluptuous blonde older woman set the camera on automatic run, and licking her lips in anticipation, walked slowly over to the bed and crawled up between the young, desperately moaning youngster's thighs.
"Oooooh, lick it, please lick it before I go out of my mind," the girl was pleading as Gillian reached down and spread her soft, curl-rimmed cuntlips with her fingers and licked her tongue deep up inside the warm pink pussy flesh before her eyes.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned to herself as she felt the girl's cunt walls lock tightly around her slickly fucking tongue. "Besides the money, there are other rewards in this business too!"
"Jesus Christ," the man called Buck suddenly intoned. "Would you look at that beautiful ass of hers! I'm gonna fuck the shit out of it while she sucks off that little blonde chick."
Gillian, her cunt throbbing at the lewd thought of being fucked in the ass while tongue-fucking another girl's cunt, could hardly believe her luck. This was going to be the hottest fuck film ever made and she could hardly wait to show it to Stephen and Frank. They would both fuck her silly when they saw it. It would drive them out of their skulls.
The thoughts whirled their way through her passion-gripped mind, as she felt her skirt being pulled up from behind, her panty cuntband being pushed aside, and a long thick cock fucking deep up into her ready and waiting cunt. She had finally found her niche in life and she was going to love every mind-blowing moment of it from this minute on! She would be the best and most dedicated fuck-film director the business had ever seen!!!
The End