TITLE    : The Unkindest Cut of All
STORYID  : the-unkindest-cut-of-all
SUMMARY  : His performance wasn't all it was supposed to be.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2009-07-21
CATEGORY : transgender-crossdressers
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |actor|actress|film|shemale|transsexual|director|ejaculation|orgasm|


Darren's cock was huge, bigger, longer, thicker, harder than it had ever been, a living testament to Lindsay's beauty. The actress was even lovelier in person than she was on film, and Darren had seen a lot of her films. In fact, he'd been in two of them himself, the leading man to her leading lady.



Lying behind her, now, with his cock wedged up her gorgeous ass, he squeezed first one, and then the other, of her tits, gently but firmly, thumbing her erect nipples. She moaned, the sound soft and musical.



Slowly, he drew back his hips, letting his massive erection slide slowly down, out of her rectum and through her impaled anus, until only the tip remained within the portal to her bowels. The tight circle of her asshole gripped the circumference of his penis. His hand opened and closed upon her one tit, and then the other, pressing them in the cup of his palm. She moaned again, louder.



Pressing his hips forward, Darren sent his prick back through her skewered anus, slowly sliding inch after thick, hard inch of his manhood into her depths. It felt wonderful to feel the rigid column of flesh glide past the sleek, firm-soft cushions of her buttocks as it passed between the inward-curving cheeks of her ass, plunging deeper and deeper into the chasm within those silken mounds, and it was exciting to watch his organ vanish inside her ass. He shoved his groin firmly against her bottom, feeling fine, tight coils of his pubic hair crinkle against the broad expanse of her buttocks as he flattened the spongy cushions beneath him. Lindsay groaned, squirming slightly, and he twiddled her nipples.



Retreating, his penis eased back through her asshole, between the relaxed sphincter, and he watched it come into view, inch after inch, as the massive organ withdrew from Lindsay's depths, glistening with the clear lubricant he'd applied before penetrating the small, type opening into her bowels--an opening, he thought, with satisfaction, that was much wider now, spread as it was, to the circumference of his cock.



It was time to really fuck her, Darren thought, and, he let his prick slide again into the actress' depths, all the way to the hilt, and, with his dick filling her, rolled her under him as he turned onto his belly. He rose to his knees, tugging on her hips to signal that she should follow his lead, and they managed to adopt their new position without his cock escaping her buttocks. Now, he knelt behind Lindsay, rather than lying behind her, and he would be able to fuck her harder, faster, and deeper, which is exactly what he intended to do.



He rocked, jabbing his prick into her ass in quick, short strokes, and her buttocks bounced and trembled before his staccato thrusts. Her dangling breasts swayed briskly back and forth, and the fast collisions of his pubes against her bottom caused her to stammer when she said, "Oh, b-b-baby, f-f-fuck my a-a-ass!"



Don't worry, Lindsay, Darren thought, I'm going to fuck it, all right.



He let the full length of his prick slide completely free of her ass. Looking down at the gaping anus between her wide-spread cheeks, he admired his handiwork. He'd stretched the little bitch's asshole to the circumference of a banana--and a big banana, at that. It looked as if her anus would never recover its former dimensions, and it might not--not completely, anyway. Still, the asshole was an amazingly elastic muscle, and it was actually a pretty safe bet, he thought, that the aperture would resume something close to its initial size, although, at the moment, it was huge, permitting him to see more than an inch into its pink interior before the walls of her rectum were lost in the darkness of her depths.



His prick slid easily back into her asshole, and he felt only minimal friction along the sides of his penis as he drove the organ forward and down, back through the circle of her anus, between the stretched and relaxed sphincter, and into her bowels, eliciting a moan that was partly pleasure, he thought, and partly discomfort. The anus' elasticity was truly amazing, it was true, Darren thought, but, then, again, his cock was truly colossal as well. He smiled as he thought of what Lindsay must be feeling as he slid his big, fat prick deep into her entrails.



A hard rock song was playing in the background, something Lindsay had chosen, and Darren found that, now that he'd started to fuck the actress in earnest, his hips were moving according to the harsh, frantic rhythm of the song, driving in synch with its beat. As a result, he was pummeling her ass, and she kept time to the tempo of his thrusts with her own counterthrusts, her breasts swaying to the cadence of the slap, slap, slap of his hips into her bottom, just as her buttocks flattened and sprang back to fullness in time to the discordant melody. He grinned as he delivered another slam into the firm-soft cushions of Lindsay's sleek, impaled bottom, understanding why musicians had termed their music "rock and roll." A euphemism for sexual intercourse, the phrase was inspired, both in its poetic character and in its descriptive accuracy, for Lindsay certainly rocked before him, and her increasingly wild squirms and wiggles were certainly rolls!



A number of rock and roll songs, from Elvis the Pelvis' gentle "Love Me Tender" to the Doors' "Love Me Two Times" or even Jerry Lee Lewis' "Great Balls of Fire," could have been selected, but they'd left the music up to Lindsay, and she'd chosen the heavy metal song. That was all right with Darren; the music energized him, and, as if to prove it, he again opted to forego the deeper, longer strokes for shorter, quicker jabs of his cock into Lindsay's asshole, a sort of harmony to the music's rather discordant melody. Trooper that she was, Lindsay bore each thrust into her bottom with the equanimity of a veteran, rocking before his thrusts, her boobs swaying like twin, spherical metronomes beneath her, keeping time, time, time to the music that played within their bodies as well as their minds.



Darren slammed his prick forward, driving the massive organ again between Lindsay's silken ass cheeks, feeling her well-lubricated, well-reamed anus slide past his cock on every side of its thick circumference. His balls collided against her perineum as his pubes crushed her buoyant buttocks, flattening them against the press of his groin, and his erection was buried inside her to its very hilt. He ground his hips hard into Lindsay's impaled ass, wishing he had more than his nine inches to insert between the creamy-pink, smooth globes of her derriere.



The music, already frantic, became even more frenzied, and Darren followed its lead, furiously pumping his thick, hard cock back and forth inside the slick, wet mouth of Lindsay's anus and deep into the throat of her rectum. His lower body moved with the fluid efficiency and speed of a piston, his cock again and again plumbing her depths, coming up, as it were, for air, and plunging again into the abyss of her rectum as he lunged forward, retreated, and repeated these actions, his pubes pounding Lindsay's beleagured bottom. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room: Bap! Whap! Bap!



"Uh!" Lindsay moaned through gritted teeth. "Ugh!"



Darren rammed his prick harder, faster, his heart pounding and his lungs on fire. Although the room was cool, he perspired freely, his sweat running in rivulets down his shining chest and his firm, six-pack abs. He was, after all, a man, although, at the moment, he was fucking Lindsay as if he were a machine that could go on forever, with the same intense, fluid, efficient speed, in and out, back and forth, shallow and deep, forever.



Lindsay moaned again, more deeply, and cried out. Although she was not quite there, not yet, she was near orgasm, Darren suspected, another minute away, at most, the climax building within her loins, building and building, like a flood that was about to burst a dam, building and building inside her. . . .



A paroxysm of pleasure, so deep and intense that, for a moment, Darren thought that he might die, swept through him, and his cock, deep inside Lindsay's ass, convulsed, lurching and straining, as his balls delivered volley after volley of thick, warm semen, millions of his sperm spurting into his lover's bowels to fill her depths with his molten seed. He pulled out, his prick coming out of her asshole as if it were a python vomiting semen, and his seed splattered against her buttocks, thick and viscid, the white fluid trickling down the round mounds and along her perineum. Her wide-stretched asshole was smeared with his semen.



He cried out, collapsing, his thighs scissoring, and fell atop her, his sweat a seal between their bodies, and she felt his heart pounding between her shoulder blades, as if it would burst. His hot breath came against her neck, as if it, too, were a burden of semen that his lungs, like his balls, had to release.



Behind him, Darren heard an angry voice cry, "Cut!" As if he hadn't made himself clear, the director shouted again, "Cut, damn it! Cut! Cut! Cut!"



As Darren lay atop Lindsay, Howard Keel, the director of the feature that they were filming, Ass Deep In Lindsay, threw up his hands, and the pages of the shooting script fluttered as they fell to the carpeted floor of the bedroom set. "Damn it, Darren! You weren't supposed to shoot your load before Lindsay came! The audience is supposed to know she got off, by seeing her cum before you do! I had the second camera practically under her tits, pointed right at her prick, so the audience could see her shoot her load, and, before she can ejaculate, you spew your cum all over her ass! Now, we'll have to shoot the whole damned scene over. You're supposed to be a pro. Didn't you even bother to read the fucking script?"



As if on cue, Lindsay, having attained orgasm, ejaculated, her thick cum, splattering the lens of the camera that which had been shoved under her tummy and which the cameraman had not had a chance, yet, to remove. 

