EXL-102  Tasty Sherry
(Monty Granger)


CHAPTER ONE 

When first we see me, if it's worth looking at all, I am a hazy blank, a 
nothing at all. Later, I suppose, I will grow a goatish-looking goatee that 
will always have a goatish smell about it too, but that's later in my life, 
so stand by. 

Right now youth is the thing, and living here in Hollywood I spend most of 
my time trying to give the world what it wants. So it wants youth, and I 
just happen to be lucky to still possess it. Oh, I'd like to grow my blond 
hair down to my shoulders, part it in the middle, practice that "religious 
gleam" in the eyes routine, but then I'd be like all the other characters 
strolling up and down Sunset Boulevard. 

I'll do my thing later, but... 

Right now I am nothing at all. So, if you will, come stare at a most 
terrifyingly ordinary (but young!) guy. 

I'm pretty well built and pretty well hung, and up until now that's about 
all I been getting by on. 

If you can call it getting by. 

Now you take old Hazel Horton. (I called her Hazel Hard-on, when I wasn't 
calling her Old Star, which is what everybody called her. She was once 
pretty big in the movies, now the only place she was pretty big was around 
the waistline.) Yes, take Hazel Horton. Please, somebody should! 

I can only take her when the heels of my shoes are down and the loot is 
damned low. Then she's always good for a place to sleep, a really good batch 
of food (she loves to cook) and a few quiet evenings in front of her TV, 
while I try to get my health back after banging around town alley-catting. 
She's about fifty-five, has metal-rimmed glasses and bad breath. 

"Oh dear. TV Guide says tonight's movie is one of those silly Martin and 
Lewis things. Pity. I had hoped for a Richard Burton or James Mason. Either 
would do, they always leave me refreshed." 

"Hugh? Oh yeah, Martin and Lewis." Wild conversation, eh? Shit. You see, I 
wasn't listening to Old Star, I seldom do. I knew the routine well. After 
the movie, she'd turn off the T.V. set, go upstairs to her bedroom and ten 
minutes later she would emerge all in white, a wedding dress that must have 
been a hundred years old and a thing on her head that looked like something 
the Good Witch wore in The Wizard of Oz. Then she'd turn on the tape 
recorder and out would come this ceremonious voice that would perform the 
wedding ceremony. 

You read right, the wedding ceremony. I don't know why, but that is the only 
way the old bag could get turned on. So I'd have to put a dark jacket on 
(she kept it hanging in the hall closet) and play young Mr. Bridegroom, 
while the tape recorder droned on: "Do you take Hazel to be..." and Old Star 
would stand there, looking angelic and virginlike, reliving another time in 
her life. Then she would pour us each a sip of champagne before we mounted 
the stairs, arm in arm, for our nightly toss in the hay. 

Well, that's what she was paying for, and I was supposed to be an 
actor-of-sorts, and this is what the script called for. On nights when my 
financial situation forced me to play "the lead" in Hazel's private little 
production, I really had to talk myself out of throwing up. 

But such is life. 

"I think there's a Bette Davis movie on, too," I finally managed, bringing 
my mind back to the present. 

"I never watch her," Old Star said crisply. "Not a fine actress, like they 
say. She makes me nervous." And then Old Star burped. 

Her apartment still retained its garlicky dinner aroma and I was being my 
young-stud self, still thinking about that miniskirt that bent itself over 
on Wilshire Boulevard that afternoon. But there was nothing in Old Star's 
apartment to encourage a replay of the warm sensation, and so my blood 
sighed back to sleep with a few last throbs of complaint. 

No. I couldn't go through that ordeal one more night, twenty-dollar bill or 
no. So I stood up and said, "I have to beg off tonight, anyway, Hazel. Got a 
rehearsal to do... you know, for that showcase bit we're putting on." 

"Oh?" and her wrinkled face saddened. "I was so looking forward to this 
evening. Really, each time you come, you stay fewer and fewer days. You just 
got here Tuesday and... Haven't I been good to you? Do you need more money? 
Can you come back after rehearsal? You know how lonely I am..." 

"I'll try." But I knew I wouldn't. Maybe I'd never come back again. She laid 
her hands (jewelry on every finger, ugh!) on my chest. 

"My big, strong boy. And so young and smart too. You'll go far, Cary, you 
will..." 

You bet your tu-tu! Far away from that living room. I don't mind renting 
myself out as a male prostitute when the times are running rough, but... 
well, this had been too much, that's all. 

I looked back into the room as I left, absolutely guaranteeing myself that I 
would totally forget the velour chair, the sleeping dog, the burping old 
bag. In that room I always felt as though I was nothing. But just wait. Ho! 
Just you wait. 

Out in the street there seemed to be an air of emergency to the night 
traffic. Above my head, the intransigence of Old Star's sky-scraping 
apartment building. Sights and sounds. I was alive again! Now, I said to 
myself, now for Sherry. I smiled. 

I pulled my Volkswagen up in front of Sherry's apartment house. Already 
late, I tore up the steps, through the entrance, and down the long, dimly 
lit hallway. I knocked on her door, out of breath. Sherry, looking up into 
my eyes,' greeted me with an uneasy smile. Her green eyes traveled up and 
down my six-foot-three frame, gazing intently at the big bulge in my jeans. 

"Hi, Cary, I've been waiting," she welcomed me, her voice wavering with 
uncertainty. I walked past her into the little room. I noticed a tall, 
homely girl sitting on the couch staring at me suspiciously, her arms folded 
tightly across her huge bosom. "Gary, you remember Jodi, my roommate," 
Sherry said, closing the door. "I think you met her at class. Jodi's not 
interested in acting, but she loves the work backstage. Maybe it's because 
she's got it all to herself-too many stars out front," she laughed. 

"Yeah, sure, hello there." I tried to sound friendly, as Jodi gave me a sour 
half smile in return. 

"Thanks for coming over to rehearse with me," Sherry chattered on. "I'm kind 
of anxious to get this scene down pat. This production we're in is going to 
be a real showcase, and we've got to be the best skit of the night. But, oh, 
honey, do all the other gals hate me, because we were paired together!" She 
looked toward Jodi. "Don't you think he's the sexiest thing we've ever had 
in class?" 

I laughed a little embarrassed, running my hands through my thick blond 
hair. 

"Really," Jodi commented coolly. 

"Sit down." Sherry gestured to me as she picked up a script from the coffee 
table. I plopped down on the couch next to Jodi, who was sitting primly in 
one corner. "You can't imagine how much Jodi has been helping me memorize 
this scene for class next week. She's been doing the man's part." 

"No shit?" I smirked, glancing over at Jodi. 

"Just reading, kiddo!" she snapped. 

"Cary, we've just got to be perfect, because Mr. Oxman said there were going 
to be so many important people coming. This is his yearly private showcase 
and he sends invitations out to everybody who is anybody in the business. 
Isn't it exciting?" 

"Yeah, sure." I shrugged my shoulders, leaning back and spreading my long 
legs. 

Sherry looked down at my colossal endowment, her cheeks blushing. "Thay'd 
have to be blind to miss your beautiful face, sweetheart, so you've got it 
made, I'd say." 

Smiling, she leaned over, and kissed me lightly on the cheek. 

"Well, I think I'd better go now." Jodi stood up and went to the door. "I'll 
be up on the fourth floor with Mrs. Updike. There's a good Bette Davis movie 
on TV tonight." 

"Yeah, you don't want to miss that," I remarked dryly, hugging Sherry. 

Jodi looked at me with open hostility. "Call me if you need any help, 
Sherry. You know her number," she said coldly as she slammed the door behind 
her. 

"What are you hanging around that neuter for?" I sneered. 

She laughed. "What's a neuter?" 

I smiled. "Forget it. Let's get with it on our scene, huh? I really haven't 
had much time to memorize it." 

"Oh, that's all right. Besides, it's much better if you're fresh than if 
you're too involved. Just watch me, Cary, and I'll show you everything," she 
bragged. 

"Don't worry, luscious, I never miss a trick," I winked, taking in her full 
breasts, swaying freely under her loose blouse. 

She laughed uneasily as she pulled away and sat down next to me. "We've got 
a hell of a lot of work to do on this, but I'll make it come out perfect." 

"It's so good to work next to a professional," I teased, putting my arm 
around her and hugging her close. 

She half grinned, nervously pointing to the script. "Let's see, here is 
where our skit begins. Miles and Bernice are in bed, nude," she giggled, 
"and they're about to seduce one another. But she's scared because it's 
really her first time, and-" 

"What the hell is she scared about?" I interrupted, pressing my leg against 
hers. 

She looked down at the heavy swell in my jeans. "Be serious! She digs this 
guy, but she doesn't want him to know she's a virgin." 

"Are you kidding? Man, she doesn't know what a wild trip she's missing! And 
it only happens once, you know." 

"Anyway," she sighed, "you get the picture and it's our job to make it seem 
real to the audience out there." 

"Yeah, well, it's going to be harder for them to believe it, babe, because I 
can't even begin to believe this scene myself. We're sitting here, both 
dressed, on an old couch, pretending to be nude. Who's kidding who?" 

"What do you expect us to do? Take our clothes off and practice in my bed-?" 
Sherry caught herself short and laughed. 

I smiled back. 

"Gary, don't get any stupid ideas now. I'm an actress first and a woman 
later! It doesn't make any difference to you, because you're just at the 
school to meet girls and get into their pants. Naturally, you couldn't begin 
to understand what this once-a-year theatrical presentation means. But some 
of us are serious, and every little showcase performance is a matter of life 
or death! Our skit is the only nude act in the whole program lineup, and I'm 
giving my heart and soul to this scene!" 

Her soul was the last thing I was thinking of as I pushed my hand up her 
flimsy blouse, squeezing and pressing one full mound. 

"Cary!" Sherry flinched, pushing my hand away, embarrassed. 

"Aw, come on, Sherry, why do you care so much about that funky acting 
school? We're only students, you know. Besides, you're not like that bunch 
of neurotic punks wasting their time taking acting lessons a couple nights a 
week, pretending they're going to make it to movie stardom someday. What a 
farce! They're barely producing any films lately and even the old pros are 
getting left out today." 

"Who cares about those old antique broads?" Sherry said. "They've had their 
chance. But I'm young, eager, and living right here where all the major TV, 
commercials, and movies are made, and Mr. Oxman's drama academy is my first 
step toward stardom! Now come on, 'Miles', we're wasting a lot of time 
playing footsie. Please, don't spoil it!" I sighed. "Okay, Sarah Bernhardt, 
what's next?" 

She smiled happily and patted my knee. "Now, I'm supposed to be sitting up 
in bed with my arms folded across my chest-like so." 

I shook my head. "Why hide all the talent?" 

She frowned. "Cary!" 

"But they're so young and beautiful," I teased, licking my lips. 

"Come on, Don Juan, try real hard to concentrate and read your part." 

Reluctantly, I picked up the script with one hand. "Hmmmm, let's see. Miles 
says, 'The way you talk in front of everybody, I just thought you were 
already with it. You know, a real swinger.'" 

Endeavoring to act in character, Sherry blinked her green eyes innocently 
and replied in a little girl's voice, "I only talked that way around you, 
because I wanted you to hear it. Honestly, I've never been laid before. I 
just wanted to be with you the first time." 

I was all wrapped up in admiring Sherry's smooth, creamy legs, when I felt 
her elbow in my ribs, "What? Oh, yeah, let's see. What do you mean, the 
first time? Who's getting seconds?" 

Sherry closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip, still emoting. "You don't 
understand, do you?" 

"Uh..." I looked back at the script and read, "I'm not a mindreader, 
sweetheart. This was your idea, remember? Either you want it or you don't! 
Quite messing around, huh?" 

Sherry looked up at me suddenly. "You're supposed to throw your hands up in 
disgust here." 

"I am disgusted, believe me," I replied. "I'm sorry, beautiful, but I can't 
get in the mood for this scene with our clothes on. Besides it's too hot in 
this little room." 

"How can you be hot with just a T-shirt on?" 

I stood up, trying to look irritated. "Look, I'm in this business to make 
money. Mr. Ox-man says I've got everything going for me physically, and 
that's a good start in this town. You're the prettiest girl in the class, so 
naturally, he wants the whole showcase to revolve around us." 

"Did he really say that?" she asked excitedly. 

"Sure," I lied. "But I wasn't supposed to tell you. Besides, everything is 
nude now, so all those producers want to see beautiful nudes- doesn't that 
make sense? I'm sorry, but I better do the part with that other girl. Doing 
this scene in our clothes on this dilapidated old couch won't work. I'll 
never be able to stop ogling your gorgeous tits when we get on that stage. 
Forget it, babe," I finished, getting up to walk to the door. 

She grabbed my arm. "Wait a minute, Cary. I'm a little nervous, I guess." 
She locked the door. "I don't want Jodi to pop in now," she apologized. She 
opened the closet and struggled to pull a wall bed down to the floor. "For 
art's sake, right?" she reminded me seriously. "What other girl did Mr. 
Oxman mention for my part?" 

I smiled but didn't answer as I pulled off my boots and yanked my T-shirt 
over my head. Sherry jumped in bed with her clothes on. "I'm not getting my 
pants wrinkled up either," I remarked, unzipping the fly. Her eyes widened 
in disbelief as I slowly opened my jeans so she could see the mass of curly 
hair on my belly. As I pushed the fly all the way down, my enormous pride 
and joy bounced out. Kicking the jeans to one side, I piled into the bed 
beside her. "And quit acting like Miss Virgin and take off your shreds-or 
I'm getting out of here right now!" I threatened, with mock severity. 

Sherry looked up at me, speechless, and slowly got out of bed. I smiled to 
myself and watched her greedily as she turned her back to me and unzipped 
her miniskirt, dropping it to the floor. Next went her flimsy underpants, 
revealing her shapely, creamy buttocks. My eyes devoured her slender, 
velvety legs as she kicked her shoes to one side. Turning toward me, she 
unbuttoned her blouse and her fleshy tits swayed back and forth loosely in 
front of her. She tried to cover her bouncing orbs with one hand and at the 
same time, hold the script between her legs. 

"If Jodi ever caught me, I'd die!" she whispered, shaking her head, her eyes 
downcast as she walked back and climbed into bed beside me, pulling the 
covers up to our waists. "Satisfied, Cary?" 

I nodded, putting my arm around her soft shoulder and pressing my hairy leg 
against her warm skin. "You're a real pro, honey, and you'll make it!" 

She frowned. 

"Just remember, all those directors and agents at the private showcase will 
be lookin at you, Venus. I'm just your backdrop." I winked, picking up the 
script with one hand and pretending to get down to serious business. "We 
better start at the beginning. Uh, let's see, Miles says, The way you talk 
in front of everybody, I just thought you were already with it. You know, a 
real swinger." 

Sherry stammered, conscious of my eyes staring down at her round boobs and 
my muscular leg moving slowly up and down her leg. "I only talked that way 
around you because I wanted you to hear it. Honestly, I've never been laid 
before. I just wanted it to be with you the first time." 

I pushed her long, silky brunette hair back off her shoulder and kissed her 
warmly on the neck. She squirmed. I looked casually back at the script, 
reading without emotion. "What do you mean, the first time? Who's getting 
seconds?" I wiggled my wet tongue in her ear. 

She flinched and tried to continue in a matter-of-fact tone, "You don't 
understand, do you?" 

Casually moving my arm down her back, I slipped my hand around her tiny 
waist. I looked back at the script as I wrapped my leg completely around her 
tense one, nonchalantly. "Uh... I'm not a mindreader, sweetheart. This was 
your idea, remember? Either you want it or you don't! Quit messing around, 
huh?" I moved my hand up and touched the bottom of one soft breast with my 
fingertips. Then, lifting my leg up, I turned my body slightly sideways, 
letting my one-eyed devil fall limply against her quivering leg. 

She gulped, really nervous now and breathing a lot faster. She turned her 
face to mine, and her arms dropped to her sides, uncovering her round white 
bosom. 

"Oh, baby," I smiled, throwing the script on one side. I took my arm from 
around her back, sat up, and grabbed her tits in my hands. "Neat-o!" I 
whispered, bending down and sucking noisily on one pink nipple as my hands 
squeezed and teased those beautiful mounds. Wiggling my tongue from one firm 
nipple to the other, I swallowed all of the tit I could. She gasped. 

After a couple of minutes, I pressed the soft flesh together and ran my hot 
tongue wildly from one wet nipple to the other. Not interrupting my 
movements, I maneuvered my body so my knees were between her legs. Kissing, 
nipping, and tonguing the delicious red buttons, I pushed my face 
alternately deep into each trembling globe, leaving them moist with my 
saliva. 

"Oh, Cary, what a terrific feeling," she cried passionately, as her hands 
pulled my head even closer to her fullness. 

I nipped more wildly, making little tooth marks all over. 

"Don't be rough, please," she pleaded. 

I let up and instead licked her rubbery nipples as I squashed both orbs 
together tightly. I had her all tuned up, now. 

"Really, I'm freaking out! Don't ever stop!" she moaned. "This is the 
greatest!" 

Changing my position, I stood up on the bed, moved from between her legs, 
and maneuvered my knees beneath her arms. "What's up?" she asked. 

Ignoring her question, I grabbed hold of the bed frame for support. Her eyes 
widened, startled, as she gazed at my hardness looming enormously above her 
face. Carefully, I sat down and placed it between her breasts. They were 
still wet with my moisture. She turned her face to the side, frightened, as 
she focused on the large pink head of my erect one only inches from her 
mouth. Grabbing both of her warm breasts in my hands, I rubbed them up and 
down firmly against the sides of my dancing dong. 

"Fantastic!" I winked. "What a combination -your soft titties and my 
nine-inch rod," I smiled, feeling the new sensation and closing my eyes in 
ecstasy. 

"Nine inches!" I heard Sherry mutter. 

I reached out and grabbed hold of the bed frame, sliding my hard hot penis 
across her soft boobs. Leaning forward, I pushed it against her lips. She 
twisted her head to the side, wincing. 

I took a different tack. Moving back between her legs, I leaned forward and 
ran my hot tongue over her smooth, flat belly, into her perfect naval, then 
on down into the mesh of soft, curly brown hairs above her sexy pink-ness. 
Her body quivered. "Like a bed of roses," I remarked as I pressed my nose 
into the hair and inhaled deeply. "You don't know what a flawless jewel you 
have here, Venus. But you'll know what it's for when I get through with 
you," I promised as I moved my waggling tongue down between her white 
thighs. 

"Oh, my God!" she sighed as I licked up and down avidly over the tender 
swelling slit. "You're wild, you know that?" she cried as I thrust my long 
tongue in and out of her moist box, kissing and sucking fervently. "What is 
this?" she choked as her fingers dug into my hair frantically. I pushed my 
face even deeper into the warm lips as I leeched her wetness away hungrily. 
"No!" she cried in passion as I spread her vagina apart with my fingers and 
first sucked hard on her clitoris, then tongued in and out, trying to force 
open her virgin passage. 

Suddenly, the telephone rang. 

Sherry cried, "Jodi!" 

"So what?" I sneered, wiping my drooling mouth with one arm. "You're pretty 
tight, baby. You got any Vaseline or baby oil?" 

She shook her head no. 

"What about face cream? You gotta have that!" 

She pointed toward the top of the chest of drawers, looking over at the 
telephone, which had finally stopped ringing. I jumped up and opened the top 
drawer, pulling out a jar. "Cary, I think you ought to know I've never..." 
she stopped shaking her head. 

"You're kidding!" I grinned as I opened the jar and slapped a hunk of cream 
over my stiff, throbbing member. I put the jar down and walked over to the 
bed again. Her eyes stared at the massive tool, greased with cream and 
swaying sideways as I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her trembling 
legs. "Now don't worry, Sherry, this is going to be real neat. Honestly, 
it's the simplest thing in the world. Every living creature does it, you 
know." I smiled as I directed the slippery head into her juiciness. 

As I gently pushed in, Sherry groaned and closed her eyes. "Just relax, will 
you?" I whispered, as I leaned forward carefully, my hands underneath her 
armpits, and looked down at the full, round breasts, glistening and wet. I 
pushed the titillated fellow a little deeper. Her body stiffened. "You have 
the sweetest little box in the world, and it feels so great-warm and tight." 
I thrust once more. She groaned. "See, there isn't anything to it at all. 
I've already got the head inside. Sure, it hurts a little, but it feels so 
damn good, eh?" I shoved all the way this time. 

"Cary!" she cried out, grabbing hold of my arms. 

"It's in! What the hell are you worrying about?" I lowered myself gently 
onto her trembling body. "Your boobs feel so good against my hairy chest. So 
big and soft." I looked down at them bulging between our bodies. "Terrific, 
babe." 

I took her head gently in my hands and kissed her sensuously on the lips. I 
slowly rotated my pelvis, pushing myself even deeper between her widespread 
legs. I shoved my tongue into her mouth as she moaned inside her throat. She 
relaxed a little and her arms pulled me tightly to her hot, perspiring body. 
I jammed harder now and moved my pelvis slowly from side to side. I felt her 
fingers dig into my knotted shoulders. 

Sherry turned her face from mine, panting and gasping. "Oh, darling, I was 
so scared of this moment, and it's so out of sight! You've made it 
everything I've dreamed it would be!" 

I moved my arms down and struggled to place my hands underneath her soft, 
round ass, pushing her pelvis toward me as I thrust wildly into her tight 
warmth. "Open your legs and let me in all the way, honey," I whispered, 
trembling and urgent. My feet felt the bottom frame of the bed and I pushed 
against it for leverage. 

"God, you're killing me! Please!" she pleaded. I let my feet drop from the 
bed frame and slowly pulled my shaft partway from her tight cleft, then 
rammed the pulsating stiffness all the way in again, pumping her good this 
time, up and down. 

"Why does it hurt so and still feel so damn good?" she asked, throwing her 
arms around my neck tightly and kissing me passionately. 

I laughed to myself as I pulled my slippery pole out again slowly to the 
head and then plunged it back down deep into the bushy hairs for what seemed 
a divine eternity. 

We drove against each other in pleasurable rapture as the bed rocked nosily. 
Pulling my hands out from beneath her warm body, I pushed them in between 
our bodies, cupping her trembling breasts firmly. Her tongue thrust down 
into my throat, and I sucked hungrily on it. My hands kneaded and squeezed 
her heaving tits as I bored excitedly into her fleshy pocket, pulling my 
pulsating pecker out to the base of its head slowly, then driving it deeper, 
over and over again. 

"Oh, God, no, I think..." Sherry stammered as I felt her fingers clutching 
the hair on my head with a new urgency as she moaned down in her throat, her 
body convulsing and ecstatic. Then she came with complete surrender, her 
vaginal muscles squeezing my hard, fiery meat. 

With utter abandon, I thrust savagely into the yielding tight tunnel as my 
hands went back down to her ass to shove her hard against me. In wild 
ecstasy, I jabbed and jabbed with all my strength until I could feel myself 
building toward that final urge to blast my warm gift into her gushing 
moisture. Pulling her mouth away from mine, Sherry groaned out loud as we 
writhed together in a delirium of lust. 

"You got your rocks off, now it's my turn," I cried, grabbing hold of her 
legs and lifting them high. "This is too damn good, babe, and I want all 
nine inches in you!" I grasped her ankles for support and pushed my stiff 
rod deeper into the silken hairs, that final moment of passion coming fast 
now. Sherry sobbed loudly, her head twisting in a frenzy. 

This time it was really too much! Clear from down inside me it started. The 
rapturous feeling spread through my legs and gut until it gushed 
uncontrollably up through my dong and out through the open mouth in a 
pulsating flood of sperm. "Here it comes! Oh, Jesus, I can't stand it!" I 
choked as I felt the hot blast jet into her over and over again. My body 
responded with whiplash writhings, involuntary and fantastic. 

Finally, things let down. We were both gasping as I made one last shove and 
then relaxed. Panting heavily, I shakily let her legs down and withdrew my 
bird, still half hard and throbbing. Sherry lay limply underneath me as I 
sat back, trying to catch my breath again. "Baby, was that a fabulous lay! 
You're the best virgin I've had yet!" I muttered as I struggled to get off 
the bed. Hardly able to put on my T-shirt, I didn't even bother to clean up 
my crotch as I pulled on my jeans and stepped into my boots. 

Just then, the telephone rang. Sherry still lay panting breathlessly, unable 
to move, her legs spread wide. Reluctantly, I picked up the telephone. 

"Yeah, hello," I mumbled into the mouthpiece. It was Jodi. "Yeah, we just 
finished the reading, and she came off beautiful-just beautiful!" 

I hung up the telephone. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

It was the night of the big audition. The private showcase to which every 
big producer and director in movieland had been invited. This was the 
occasion when some of us, maybe only one of us, would be "discovered" and 
swept up to stardom, fame, and fortune! 

I was already stark naked, waiting the call to go on-stage. I pulled aside 
the curtain and peeked into the girls' dressing room. Jodi was busy checking 
off the wardrobe on a long list of Daper. She spotted me before I could get 
away. 

"You dirty bastard!" she snarled, obviously trying not to look down at my 
long prick, dangling loosely. "Only some kind of an animal would take 
advantage of a poor, defenseless little girl like Sherry. I hope you're 
proud of yourself now! And another thing, you filthy prick, dirtying our 
clean bed sheets with your unspeakable vile excretions. You know, you ought 
to be locked up and put away-wherever they keep sex degenerates!" 

I shrugged, closed the curtain, and squeezed past other ogling cast members 
as I looked around for my nude partner. Finally ending up at the John, I 
knocked softly on the door. "Sherry?. Are you in there?" 

"Who is it?" Sherry's voice sounded nervous. 

"It's me, Cary-I mean, 'Miles.'" 

Sherry opened the door, an anguished look on her pretty made-up face. 

"Opening night jitters?" I teased, gazing down at the soft triangular mound 
of curly brown hair between her smooth, shapely legs. 

"Oh, golly, I can't go through with this! I feel so... naked!" 

I laughed. "Come on, pro, buck up. Everyone will be looking only at you, 
gorgeous. You'll have the front row panting in your lap." 

She sighed. "That's all I need now. How in the world can you be so cool? Oh, 
gosh, how I'm going to hate those horrible bright lights onstage." 

"What do you have to worry about, Venus? It's all for art's sake." 

"Quit clowning, you big idiot. I can't even think of a single line right 
now. My head's a complete blank!" 

"Just do what comes naturally-remember?" I winked, looking down again at her 
furry patch. 

She frowned, catching my obvious meaning. 

At that moment, Mr. Oxman came up behind me, resting his hand on my 
shoulder. "Well, you're my ace in the hole, kids. All thirty seats are 
filled with producers and directors, which only proves that everybody loves 
to look at young, beautiful bodies." He winked, looking down at my dick. 
"All my RSVPs were answered, and we've got more directors and producers than 
I ever expected. So don't let me down, eh?" 

"Oh, my gosh," Sherry squealed excitedly. 

"I'm especially proud of you, Sherry." He smiled, sliding his sweaty hand 
down my back and pausing on my bare behind. "I thought in the beginning you 
might be too naive and girlish for this nude scene, but you've proved 
yourself a real actress. Congratulations to both of you, and go out there 
and give 'em hell!" He leaned over slightly and kissed her on the cheek, 
while at the same time, his fingers slipped down between the cheeks of my 
rump. 

"Thanks, coach, it's all your fault," she chirped, beaming. 

Mr. Oxman nodded my way, his fingers reluctantly leaving their warm haven as 
he turned and disappeared through the dim passageway. 

"Sherry, you're on!" Jodi's deep voice called out. She came running over 
gesturing toward the stage with her rolled-up script, as the stage lights 
dimmed. 

Sherry grabbed my hand tightly. 

"This is it," I said, leading her gingerly by the hand toward the stage, 
where the curtain was just closing. Standing in the wings, I stared hungrily 
at her trembling round breasts. In the semidarkness, I felt pats of hands 
and heard voices wishing us luck. Dimly, I could see the wings were full of 
peering cast members and students. The applause from out front died down, 
and four other actors stepped upstage, closing the curtain behind them, and 
quickly disappeared into the wings. 

"Gee whiz!" Sherry stammered, quickly leading me across the cold floor to 
the center of the stage. I followed closely, letting my thick dangling penis 
slap against her sexy little wiggling behind. She hit at it as I followed 
her onto the bed. As Sherry hurriedly pulled the sheet over our legs, I 
moved my hand across her body, resting it between her thighs, and shoved one 
finger inside the soft, warm lips of her pussy. She gasped, as the curtain 
opened and the stage lights came on brilliantly above us; then she bent her 
knees hastily so that the sheet covered my moving hand. Sherry looked toward 
me, frantically trying to get in character. 

I looked up at her and automatically mumbled the opening line of our scene, 
"'The way you talk in front of everybody, I just thought you were already 
with it. You know, a real swinger.'" 

Sherry's eyes widened in disbelief as my hidden finger kept pushing between 
her legs rhythmically. "'I only talked that way round you, because I wanted 
you to hear it. Honestly, I've never been laid before. I just wanted it to 
be with you the first time.'" She blinked her eyes innocently, in character, 
toward the footlights. 

"What do you mean, the first time?" I exclaimed, now pushing my two fingers 
hard into the moist flesh. "Who's getting seconds?" I stretched one long 
hairy leg out from under the sheet and wiggled my toes provocatively. 

The audience laughed. 

Sherry gave me a real dirty look, unable to take her folded arms from across 
her round globes to brush my eager fingers, away. "You don't understand, do 
you?" she continued as the laughter died down. 

"I'm not a mindreader, sweetheart This was your idea, remember? Either you 
want it or you don't! Quit farting around, huh?" I continued in character, 
turning my body slightly sideways so that my long, half-hard cock fell 
against her smooth leg. 

Sherry looked into my face pleadingly, aghast at what was going on under the 
sheets right in front of the gaping eyes of the attentive audience. "How 
dare you talk like that in front of me! That's no way to talk to a lady!" 
she exclaimed taking the opportunity to squirm as my fingers dug deeper into 
her quivering snatch. 

Again, the audience laughed, aware that something more than they could see 
was going on. 

I pressed my swollen organ harder against her leg. "Don't start rapping at 
me, Bernice. You're the one who did all the eye batting in the first place. 
And, honey, I'm staying till the finish!" 

"Well, as you can see, Miles, we're in bed, stark naked, so let's get this 
show on the road!" 

Unexpectedly, there were cheers from the other side of the floodlights. They 
were obviously getting in the spirit of things. 

"Can I ask you a question first?" I said, pulling my wet fingers out from 
between her legs. 

She sighed loudly, a little relieved, but I could tell she missed it really. 
She nodded her head at me plaintively, still in character. 

"Are we going to do it with your arms folded like that?" I shook a 
glistening wet finger in her face. 

Everyone seemed to spot it at once. In a spontaneous burst of awareness, 
both the audience out front and Sherry burst out laughing. It seemed to do 
the trick, too, because she slid her arms down underneath the sheets and 
with one hand, grabbed my hot stiffness, stroking it up and down slowly. 

I grinned. "Can I ask you one more favor?" I said, waggling the same moist 
finger in her pretty face. 

She looked away from me toward the footlights. "No, Miles, we're not going 
to do it with this sheet between us either!" she remarked dryly, still 
pressing and squeezing my throbbing cock. 

The audience snickered. So did the ogling cast members from the wings. They 
could see even more than the audience could imagine. 

I turned completely on my side so she could grip me more easily. "Don't get 
mad, Bernice, but could I ask you one more thing? And that'll be all, I 
promise!" 

"What now?" she questioned, pushing up and down, her hand tightly around me. 
Her slick jacking off technique surprised and delighted me. Involuntarily, I 
let out a deep groan of pleasure. 

"Would you mind, just for fun, putting on lots of lipstick and make-up? You 
know, like a real prostitute. It'll remind me of the good old days at the 
seaport bars," I remarked. 

"Oh, I know just what you mean," she answered unconvincingly, blinking with 
her little girl innocent look. 

The audience laughed, not believing a word she said. 

Sherry smiled at me, one eyebrow raised, as her thumb spread my own moisture 
over the top of my swollen and throbbing pink cock-head. I growled softly 
deep in my throat, my legs quivering. 

"I will," she continued, "If you do me a favor in return. I want you to put 
on your navy uniform and do it with your fly open, you know, like rough 
trade," she beamed. 

"Rough trade?" I exclaimed, in character. 

Her jerking hand continued its pistonlike motion. Surging waves of ecstasy 
were welling up between my legs. In fact, I knew that very soon I would have 
to come there in front of the world, right into her clutching hand. Yeah, 
that was a great idea! The more I thought of it, the better I liked it. I 
wondered what Sherry's expression would be when I dumped my steamy load into 
her dainty mitt. 

The play went on. 

"Oh, yes," she exclaimed. "You can even pay me in real money if you like." 

"Real money?" I stammered, bracing myself for that anticipated finale. 

"Yes. And Miles, dear, one more favor. While you're doing it to me, would 
you mind thrusting your finger up my rosy rectum at the same time? It makes 
me feel so good. Like I'm getting sparks from both ends!" she giggled with 
delight as she stroked and pulled roughly on my swollen hardon. 

The audience sounded hysterical, really getting stoked with such sexy lines 
from such an innocent-looking chick. Did they know? 

Pretending it was part of my character, I closed my eyes and fell against 
the pillow. At the same time, I tried to hold my convulsing body steady and 
stifle a scream as an overwhelming sensation orgasm engulfed me. A hot gush 
of come jetted from my throbbing rod into Sherry's overflowing hand. 

Trying to finish the scene as written, she looked at me, thoroughly 
startled. I didn't give a damn anymore, and closing my eyes, I lay back on 
the pillow, completely enjoying this new sensation as the house lights 
dimmed and the audience thundered its applause. 

"You dirty thing!" I heard Sherry whisper into my ear, as I felt a hard, 
stinging slap across my head! 

"You stupid bitch!" I protested. "I gave you everything I had! What more do 
you want- blood?" I watched her with amusement as she frantically tried to 
wipe the sticky sperm from her hand onto the sheet before the lights came 
up. 

We took our curtain calls without moving from the bed. As the lights dimmed 
again and the curtain closed, Sherry jumped up and vanished into the wings, 
fuming! I pulled the sheet over me before the stage lights came on. 

I knew I was a real mess from my navel down to my wet privates. What the 
hell? What other actor could say he came onstage during his debut! The stage 
lights went on. 

All of a sudden, I heard an excited voice trying to get my attention from 
the wings. It was Jodi, followed by other cast members and students. "Cary, 
this was left for you at the stage door. I don't know who it's from, but 
it's probably an offer for your after-hours services," she said 
sarcastically, shoving the small envelope in my face. She grimaced as she 
glanced down at the slimy damp spot on my groin. 

I grabbed the envelope, tore it open, and read the card silently. As the 
entire group gathered around the bed, I stood up in my full nakedness and 
declaimed aloud in my most theatrical voice, "All Starr Pictures 
Corporation, Mr. Jason King, Movie Director, Belaire 5-1758." 

Everyone gasped. 

"Well, I'll be damned!" I exclaimed, and fell back onto the pillow in a mock 
faint. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

I stopped in front of a shabby-looking building. There was no sign out 
front, the Venetian blinds were closed behind the dirty streaked windows, 
and I had to squint to read the small numbers alongside the door. Yep, they 
matched the address I had written on the back of Mr. Jason King's card: 69 
Celestial Lane. I shrugged, opened the door, and walked in. 

In the dim musty light, I could just make out a young, voluptuous blonde 
sitting behind a beat-up desk. She seemed engrossed in filing down her 
middle finger. "Yeah?" she questioned unenthusiastically, not even bothering 
to look up. 

I walked over and rested the big bulge between my legs snugly on the edge of 
the desk only a foot from her face. I gazed hungrily down at the huge 
breasts shaking freely under her tight minidress as she continued to file 
away intently on that middle finger, her bubble gum cracking and snapping in 
the silence. 

She finally looked up at me with no expression, but as her eyes caught the 
huge bulge facing her over the desk, they widened and a broad grin spread 
across her cute baby face. "Like wow!" she exclaimed excitedly in a shrill 
baby voice. "I'm Dodie-forty, twenty-two, thirty-five!" 

"Yeah, I can see that!" I laughed, staring down at the wobbling flesh above 
her low-cut neckline. "My name's Cary, and I'm nine inches," I teased, 
handing her the card I held in my hand. 

"Far out!" she exclaimed, getting up, taking the card, and running around 
the desk. "The maestro was right, Cary, you certainly seem to have the real 
potential for a top-flight nudie superstar." She winked, slapping her hand 
against my crotch and squeezing my cock affectionately. 

I gasped. "Nudie what?" 

"Don't knock it, gorgeous," Dodie replied, looking up and down my body with 
professional lust. "The maestro produces the best obscene flicks in the 
nudie field. Follow the leader," she ordered. I accompanied her through 
another door, watching her ass wiggle in time with her short, mincing steps. 

We entered a large, dark, barnlike room, empty except for what looked like a 
fabricated bedroom set in the center. The setting was complete with three 
walls, an old brass bed, a couple of portable kleig lights, and a 
beat-up-looking movie camera. 

"Just a sec, handsome," Dodie smiled. "You wait here 'on location' while I 
get the maestro." She winked as she walked daintily through another doorway. 

I strolled over to the flimsily assembled bedroom set. It was a little 
disappointing. Up close, I couldn't help but notice the thin, warped plywood 
walls, the tarnished brass frame holding up the king-size bed, and the 
spotted, rumpled yellow sheets and pillow cases. 

Suddenly, I heard Dodie's squeaky voice approaching as she reentered 
chattering gleefully, followed by an elderly man dressed in a gaudy mod 
outfit, and behind him, a small, crazy-looking grinning guy, yanking 
nervously at the older man's sleeve. 

"Horace, will you pu-leeze!" The older man pulled his arm away with 
annoyance. He smiled sweetly at me. "Mr. Cary, I presume?" he asked 
theatrically, holding out a thin pale hand. 

"Yeah... Uh, Mr. Jason King?" I tried to look enthusiastic as I shook his 
hand firmly. 

He winced. "My, you have a manly grip there, my boy," he said, rubbing his 
hand. "Mr. Oxman spoke highly of your 'talent' and at some length." He gazed 
intently at the long bulge in my jeans. 

Horace came quickly around Mr. King, bent forward in front of me, and 
scrutinized my cock closely. "I warned you, maestro, we must be careful! 
Some of these jumbos don't get any bigger even when they're hard," he 
remarked suspiciously as he checked me over. 

"Cool it, creep!" Dodie scolded. "You got the last dude so nervous he 
couldn't even get it up!" 

"Look who's rapping?" Horace sneered. "You're the one who drug in that 
motorcycle queen." 

"As you probably know, I'm the foremost authority on the art of the truly 
erotic stag movie in the nudie-film industry," Mr. King went on. "My motion 
pictures have all been considered the best sex flicks ever produced and 
directed, and I have never received anything less than an A rating from any 
of my discriminating clients. Therefore, I find myself quite capable of 
making you an overnight success as another superstar in my newest effort 
entitled, A Giant Orgasm!" 

"A giant what?" I asked, dumbfounded. 

"Ooooo, maestro, I dig it already!" Dodie squealed, jumping up and down so 
happily that the nipples of her forty-inch bosom peeked over the top of her 
bodice. 

"I can hardly wait till we edit," Horace grinned, rubbing his hands 
nervously together. 

"Thank you, Horace," Mr. King smiled graciously. "You see, my son, I have 
the best lab and movie equipment money can buy, everything is in color, my 
productions have received excellent recognition in the sexploitation field 
along with extensive underground advertising and distribution. You'll get 
top pay of thirty-five dollars per hour. Now, drop your jeans and let's get 
a look at your meat!" 

Everyone gathered around, watching closely. 

"Thirty-five bucks!" I smiled, slowly unbuttoning my fly, each button 
unveiling a thick mass of blond curly hair on my belly. And I'll be in color 
nationwide, I thought, as I snapped the last button, pushing my jeans down 
quickly, so that my thickly veined cock and hairy balls bounced out, the 
heavy pink head brushing my leg midway down my thigh. 

"Way out!" Dodie jumped up and down ecstatically. 

"A superstar is born!" Mr. King announced dramatically, raising his eyes to 
heaven and clasping his hands together. "I preee-dict that you and your 
'talent' will climb overnight to the top of your newfound profession." 

"Let's get down to the nitty gritty and see if this monstrosity can get off 
the ground, first," Horace remarked in a jealous tone. 

"Maestro, can we do the rape scene today?" Dodie pleaded. "Cary's hung so 
beautifully, and the scene will certainly be believable-please?" 

"Let's see," Mr. King thought out loud, "we'll start with a classic but 
simple plot of two thrill-seeking school dropouts-a voluptuous blonde and an 
overly hung stud-who rent a motel room, begin petting innocently, and 
eventually end up in a realistic knockout rape scene. Of course, you kids 
will have to act your roles to the hilt to get an interesting and salable 
color movie. You know, long enough for your fans to get their jollies but 
short enough so they won't go home bored, either. What do you think, crew?" 

"We'll blow everyone's mind out, maestro!" Dodie promised, digging into her 
purse and applying lots of heavy makeup. 

"Don't forget, I edit the close-ups," Horace exclaimed excitedly, dashing 
off toward the front door. "I'll put out the DO NOT DISTURB sign, lock the 
doors, and take the telephone off the hook." 

Mr. King went on crooning to himself. "With nudity perversion, beautifully 
stacked flesh on the screen, a competent tech man, outstanding publicity, 
and my direction, by gum and by golly, we'll send out another brilliant stag 
flick from All Starr Pictures Corporation," he bragged. 

"You're the absolute most, you better believe it!" Dodie cried out 
adoringly, adjusting her fleshy breasts inside her tight dress. "Remember 
your motto, maestro-'Good orgasms make happier people.'" 

Momentarily, Horace came running back, out of breath, "Did you tell him 
about me? Did you, huh?" he pleaded, yanking on Mr. King's sleeve. 

"Will you pu-leeze!" Mr. King pulled his arm away in exasperation. "Cary, 
since you're supposed to be the malest of the male species in this projected 
film classic, remember once you get a hardon, you have to sustain it all 
through the shooting. And since I'm paying you as a superstar-top dollar-I 
can't afford to waste any of this expensive color film. And that's where 
Horace comes in." 

"Horace?" I sneered, giving him a look of contempt. 

"It may sound shitty, honey, but believe it from a successful nudie star, 
that little bastard is good in a pinch," Dodie whispered apologetically to 
me as she dabbed drops of perfume between her legs from a tiny bottle. 

I noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Her brownish pussy was a poor 
match for the brassy blonde hair on her head. 

"You'd better tell me if you have any hangups before we start, Cary, because 
if you do, we'll have to get another boy," Mr. King added. 

"Hell, no!" I replied, still looking over at Horace suspiciously. "Man, I'm 
in it for the money, so let's quit bullshitting." 

"All right, cast and crew, into position and ready to roll," Mr. King 
announced, as he began to set up the cameras. 

Dodie grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the set. She was still nervously 
peering into a small cracked purse mirror checking her heavily made-up face. 

Horace turned the big kleig lights toward us and switched them on. I put up 
my hands as the blinding light completely engulfed us. 

"I know, it's a bummer, but you'll get used to it, gorgeous." Dodie tried to 
sound enthusiastic. "Like, you know, don't let it bug you if we sweat on 
each other's face. Oh, yeah, and don't forget there's no sound. We dub it in 
later. So don't worry about what you say, but be sure and pretend you're 
really turned on all the time-you know, over exaggerate everything." 

I nodded my head, still confused. 

"Maestro, will you be able to get Cary's big prick all in on any of those 
zoom close-ups?" Dodie went on in a businesslike tone, as she hurriedly 
pushed a small comb up underneath her minidress and ran it through the soft, 
light brown pussy hair. 

"You let me worry about that, darling," he replied, a little irritated. "I 
just want one thing out of you two-action!" 

"Groovy!" Dodie exclaimed. "Because we're going to be the best bailers 
you've ever screened. Right, stud?" 

"Yeah, I'm flipping out already," I answered, trying to sound convincing. 

"I'll be waiting on the sidelines whenever you conk out," Horace said, and 
winked at me mischievously. 

"I still don't know exactly what to do, doll face," I said, exasperated. 

"Don't worry, handsome," she assured me, wiping the bright red lipstick off 
her perfect teeth with her finger. "Like, man, you know, all your fans want 
to see is fucking-right?" 

I nodded in agreement. 

"Even superstars like me, Cary, get butterflies in the stomach as soon as I 
hear the whir of the camera," Dodie intoned, licking her lips with her long 
tongue so that they shone. 

"Scene one, take one, A Giant Orgasm," Mr. King shouted dramatically from 
behind the camera. 

Horace pushed me aside as he jumped in front of us with a wooden placard, 
repeated Mr. King's words, and snapped it shut loudly inches from my face. 

I lurched back nervously and grabbed Dodie's hand, squeezing it tightly. 

She winced. "Ooooh, I dig that!" she winked. "Relax, stud, and just follow 
me." 

"Roll 'em!" Mr. King bellowed, as the camera began whirring. I stared 
speechless into the barrage of lights. 

I could hardly believe the phony animation that suddenly exuded from Dodie's 
face as she pantomimed a beaming smile, her eyes huge and innocent baby 
blue. A look of childlike serenity seemed to fill her whole person. She 
gazed up into my face adoringly as she pulled me toward the bright hot 
lights and the whirring camera. We stepped into the rickety bedroom set. 

"Nobody can hear us, Cary, so just talk loud, like me, and you'll get over 
the butterflies. It's like diving into cold water-once you're in, it's a 
trip!" Dodie looked around the bedroom set as if it were all new to her. 
"It's let's pretend time, muscles, so have yourself a good piece of ass 
while we're getting paid for it too!" 

I smiled nervously and squinted into the blazing lights as Dodie pulled me 
toward the bed. 

"Don't tell me we've got another motorcycle queen on our hands!" Horace 
called out sarcastically. 

"Okay, kids, let's show your fans out there in movieland there's nothing 
groovier, sexier, and more fun than being young," Mr. King added. "I need a 
good, solid real of hot, sex-filled scenes to sell this flick, so let's see 
some instant cock, stud. Remember, this is the way you get your jollies, 
Cary, raping luscious virgin teenyboppers in motel rooms with that monstrous 
machine of yours. So let's get in there and fuck!" 

Resisting an urge to answer, "Yeah, coach!" I took a deep breath, pulled 
Dodie tightly against my trembling legs, and covered her open mouth with 
mine, kissing her greedily. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck as she thrust her long tongue down my 
throat, moaning happily. My hands moved up and down her smooth back and over 
the soft cheeks of her rump, still covered with the flimsy dress material. I 
held her hot tongue in my mouth, sucking long and avidly. 

At last, Dodie pulled away. By now, she was panting. On the side facing the 
camera, she pressed her warm cheek against mine and twirled her wiggling 
tongue inside my ear. I pulled her dress up over the luscious rear end, 
clear up to her tiny waist, and roughly massaged the quivering buttocks, my 
fingers moving into the warm cleft and spreading the mounds apart eagerly. 
Dodie sighed and licked feverishly over my chin and neck, while she ran her 
hot hands up and down my heavy biceps. 

Our lips met again, and I crushed her mouth to mine, moving from one side of 
her face to the other. I pressed her squirming ass till her hot pussy pushed 
against my stiff tool. Anxiously, I thrust three fingers deep inside her 
moist anus, plunging in and out violently. Dodie's hot breath came in short 
gasps as she sucked thirstily on my zealous tongue, still deep in the back 
of her throat. 

Then, without warning, Dodie reached up and grabbed a fistful of my thick 
hair, forcing my head almost viciously down to her rotating pelvis. I yelped 
with pain but followed her intentions obediently, still managing to keep my 
fingers inside her juicy haven. Half-crazed, I drove my face into her 
protruding box and jabbed with a hard tongue into the open pink flesh. Dodie 
moaned with passion, her hands pulling at my hair and pushing my face 
farther between her hairy cunt lips. I sucked and lapped up the glistening 
moisture with gusto. 

Almost deliriously, I freed myself from her grip and turned her body 
completely around, so that the shuddering white mounds of her ass faced me. 
Separating the fleshy hills with my hands, I vaguely heard the loud whirring 
noise of the camera motor as I looked closely at the rose-colored canal. 
Ravenously, I kissed and nipped with my teeth over the smooth, silky flesh, 
then wiggled my tongue up and down the length of the glistening crease. 

Dodie shivered, as she took my hands from her hips and pulled them around to 
her thickly matted twat. With lustful desire, I easily jabbed six fingers up 
through the pulsing tunnel. Dodie pumped rhythmically first into my stiff 
fingers in front, and then into my probing thick tongue still swirling 
wildly inside her moist asshole. 

Springing to my feet, I frantically tore at the buttons of my fly, as Dodie 
turned around, staring at the lengthy straight bulge as if in a trance. 
Deliberately, I kicked my loafers in the direction of Horace's gawking face 
which was barely visible behind the bright lights. For a brief second, I 
caught a glimpse of Mr. King using a hand-held camera, its long zoom lense 
zeroing in on my bursting crotch, as I ripped open the last button to expose 
an enormous, pulsing cock, which throbbed heavily in the air. I yanked the 
jeans off my feet and threw them hard at Horace. They made a loud slapping 
noise as they wound tightly around his small head. I could hear his 
surprised yelp of protest as he frantically tried to free himself. 

Dodie watched, puzzled, as I jumped up on the bed and turned around so that 
my hard, palpitating rod faced her menacingly. With my hands on my hips, I 
thrust my pelvis forward and grinned at her invitingly. "It's all yours, 
baby, every solid inch." 

"Man, I'm going to eat you up alive," she promised, leaning forward and 
licking at the very tip of my bobbing cockhead, her fingers meanwhile 
pushing in and out between her own squirming legs. 

"Come on, blondie, put your hot lips together and blow!" I ordered, my body 
shuddering in anticipation of her pressing velvety mouth. 

Taking her time, Dodie swirled her tongue tantalizingly over the shiny head, 
titillating the sensory center just below the round bulb. 

"Oh, God, you're really together, you know that?" I groaned, my eyes tightly 
shut and my teeth clenched in pleasure. 

I sighed deeply as Dodie's warm mouth encompassed the throbbing, glistening 
head, her teeth gently biting along the edge of the rubbery ridge, and her 
tongue sending wild sensations down the long white shaft with tickling 
twirls. I looked down past Dodie's head to her busily moving fingers, still 
deeply embedded inside her thickly matted pussy. Moving closer to the bed, 
she bent her head slightly, her tongue lapping down over the corded veins 
underneath. 

Pulling her hands out from within her moistened twat, Dodie reached up and 
spread her wet fingers through the thick, curly hair surrounding my pulsing 
cock. Her mouth easily engulfed both my hairy balls at one time. I gasped 
and flinched as she sucked sensuously and firmly. I grabbed her hands and 
pushed them onto my almost bursting hardon. She squeezed and pushed it up 
and down roughly, her mouth still eagerly sucking on the tender sac. I 
pressed my fists together hard, fighting back the maddening urge to shoot my 
rising head. 

"You son of a bitch, I said suck that cock!" I screamed. 

Dodie laughed, then nonchalantly faced the shining organ and with one 
plunge, completely devoured me with her wide-open mouth, sending ecstatic 
shock waves through my shuddering body. With my rigid, fiery penis tight in 
her two hands, she jerked me off hurriedly, the top of her wide tongue flat 
against the bottom of the spongy head. 

Not able to hold back the exploding discharge, I reached down and pressed my 
hands over Dodie's, helping to jack me off even more vigorously, as ray body 
tensed and I rasped, "I'm coming, Dodie! Quick, put it in your mouth!" 

Laughing deep in her throat, Dodie purposely held her mouth a full inch away 
from the jerking head of my palpitating hardon, as rapturous swells of wild 
bliss bulleted from my scrotum, up through the sensitive tunnel, and spouted 
out the end of the wide opening. Shaking uncontrollably. I stood helpless as 
Dodie kept her open mouth an inch away, catching each spurt of come expertly 
and swallowing automatically with each fresh spasm. I sighed with 
disappointment as my load continued to jet upward and vanish into her 
waiting lips. I hardly noticed the familiar whirring camera closing in on 
Dodie's happy face and then panning over to my cock, still shooting thick 
globs of creamy gism between her lips and over her quivering tongue. 

"You stupid broad!" I shouted, annoyed at losing my precious love juice down 
her throat instead of her cunt. 

Dodie ignored my protest and leisurely continued to squeeze and twist my 
still-throbbing machine until the last drop of white liquid oozed out of the 
red head. Her big blue eyes turned toward the close-up camera, as she 
slurped up the last glistening sperm dribble slowly with her long, sinuous 
tongue. Then she let go of me, licking her lips and rubbing her tummy. 

Angrily, I jumped up, grabbed her arm, and threw her back toward the bed. 
"I'm not through with you yet, Miss Prick Teaser!" 

Dodie looked at me with an expression of exaggerated fright and screamed. 
"No, please, not that!" mouthing each word as if she were playing in a 
silent movie. She put her hands dramatically up to her face and backed away 
from the bed. 

"Quit clowning and get the hell on that bed!" I yelled as I grabbed her 
wrist and pulled hard again. 

"Help me, somebody!" Dodie cried loudly, slapping me with a stinging wallop 
across the face! 

Startled, I put my hand up to my cheek and then, in a fury, leaped at Dodie 
as she ran past me toward the edge of the set. Grabbing her bleached hair, I 
yanked her roughly backward toward the bed. Dodie let out a yelp, fighting 
wildly against my strong grip, but she accidentally slipped over her own 
high heels and fell backward on the hard floor. I let go and slid down 
between her legs, ready to screw her right there on the cold cement. 

Too late! I didn't move fast enough to avoid her knee coming straight at my 
crotch. I howled in agony as her leg hit me squarely in the balls with a 
thud! I slumped over to one side, my hands covering my aching privates. 

Dodie jumped up quick as a flash, but as she started to dash away again, I 
grabbed hold of the back of her tight dress and pulled down with all my 
strength, ripping the flimsy material down the middle. She screamed in 
fright as I took hold of her slender neck, forcibly turning her toward the 
bed, and pushed her forward with all my might! She gasped as she fell 
against the edge of the squeaky mattress and bounced back up again. 

I was ready for her this time as she came up fighting mad, kicking at my 
shins and aiming wild slaps at my face. I dodged backward, barely missing 
her jabbing heels. In a split second, I saw her pull her arm back for one 
final hard swing. I beat her to the punch and smacked her viciously across 
the mouth with my open palm! She moaned, covered her face, and began crying 
like a baby. 

I snatched the hanging bodice of her ripped dress and pulled it downward, 
tearing it completely off her nude, trembling body. "Now get up there before 
I really knock the holy shit out of you!" 

Sobbing, Dodie turned and crawled on top of the bed, falling limply on her 
stomach, her hand still covering her red cheek. Without further ado, I 
jumped up on the bed, falling on her back. Spreading her legs wide apart 
with my knees, I jammed my vengeful prick down into her wide-open twat. 
Pumping violently, I dug my chin into her smooth shoulder as I struggled to 
shove my hands beneath her voluptuous breasts, squeezing them tightly. Her 
moist tunnel felt warm and soft under the relentless thrusts of my braised 
hardon. Dodie groaned in rhythm with each deliberate push of my rotating 
pelvis into her plump behind. 

Suddenly, she turned her face to me, smiling, "Ooooh, what a he-man! Fuck 
it, muscles, tear my horny pussy apart!" 

I laughed and, sitting up, grabbed her around her tiny waist, pulling her 
pelvis upward so that she had to kneel, her head still on the bed snuggled 
in her arms. In dog fashion, I pumped savagely upward into the pulsing slit, 
pulling her quivering buttocks toward me. Then, falling over her bent back, 
I reached around to her swinging tits and caught hold of them, yanking and 
kneading. The contact between her hot, yielding box and my fingers digging 
into her trembling bosom sent shivers of delight through my body. 

"Cary, give it to me in the ass, please-it's tighter!" Dodie pleaded. 

Eager to please, I sat up again, breathing heavily. Separating the round 
white cheeks of her ass with my fingers, I took hold of my huge cock, 
pressed it against the little round rosy opening, and, with one mighty 
shove, rammed it in all the way clear to the base. Dodie shrieked in pain 
and surprise as her body lurched forward. She tried to crawl away from the 
deeply embedded monstrosity, but I kept close behind her, anxious not to 
lose that luscious close contact while I could still get some good out of 
it. 

Dodie was still crying as she fell over the side of the bed onto the rough 
floor. I came down on top of her like a ton of bricks, my massive dong 
slamming still farther into her stretched asshole! She moaned in pain as I 
screwed back and forth crazily, my hands clutching her stiffened arms. I 
pulled my hard prick out all the way to the palpitating head, then jammed it 
unmercifully in, over and over again. 

Placing my hands against the cold floor, I bent my arms slightly, then 
pushed myself upward with a loud grunt. Swinging into a sitting position on 
the bed again, my stiff, throbbing shaft still firmly inside Dodie's ass, I 
took a strong grip around her waist and hoisted her up onto the bed with a 
mighty tug. 

Dodie cried out in astonishment as she swung through the air and up on top 
of me with a heavy thump. Her pelvis pushed down hard on my rigid slick 
pole, her grinding cheeks squeezing and pressing relentlessly. The fantastic 
sensations forming in my balls were surging toward a second heavenly 
explosion. 

Lusting for that delicious front hole of Dodie's once more, I pushed her 
harshly off my cock. She whined in dismay and disappointment, rolling over 
on the king-sized bed. Panting for breath, I lifted myself up and fell over 
on top of Dodie's spread-eagled form. 

We both groaned in contentment as my almost bursting prick sank deeply 
between the soft lips of her waiting cunt. Dodie threw her arms around my 
back. At the same time, in a real delirium, she sank her teeth into my neck 
and dug her long nails into my shoulders. 

"Good God almighty!" I wailed, tears coming to my eyes, my teeth clenched. I 
pulled away, but Dodie hung on like a leech, her body rolling with mine, 
still pumping wildly into my crotch. I finally got a firm grip on her thick 
hair and yanked backward viciously until she stopped the Dracula act and let 
go her agonizing hold on my neck. The combination of pain, surprise, and my 
hot cock pushing in and out of her pulsating pussy sent uncontrollable 
shudders through my body. 

"Oh, sweetie, I'm coming-ready or not!" Dodie trilled, wrapping her legs 
with la viselike grip around my hips. 

"Baby-together!" I rasped, kissing her wildly and jamming my stiff tongue 
down her throat. As her hands moved across my sweaty back, her teeth clamped 
down on my tongue. I howled like a suffering dog, but to no avail. Just as 
our mounting passions soared to their final climax, her nails once again 
ripped over my shoulders. I could feel the blood run down my back just as 
her flushing wetness mingled with my jetting cream. 

Dodie let go of her hold on my tongue, and I pulled away, sputtering and 
spitting. She panted loudly into my ear, and, loosening her grip from around 
my hips, fell limply back onto the bed. Dodie's perspiring body lay 
quivering under my strong weight, her full breasts heaving up and down with 
excitement. My pulsing organ still remained embedded in her oozing flesh, 
the all encompassing sexy feeling still potent enough to make my balls send 
up more spasmodic explosions of sperm. 

We both lay exhausted, breathing loudly. Not wanting to move, we still hung 
on to the remnants of the mutual pleasure, now diminishing little by little. 

"Cut and wrap 'er up!" Mr. King's voice interrupted our bliss. I felt a 
sharp slap on my firm butt. "That was brilliant, young fella!" he 
congratulated me gleefully. "It's wonderful to find out you have such a 
large... er... wide... range." 

"Yeah, I know," I muttered, looking up Wearily, my tongue and shoulders 
still aching. 

"You were nothing short of sin-sational, superboy," he went on 
enthusiastically. "In my opinion-and I'm a respected authority in the 
filming of erotic diversions-this will be the superspectacle of today's hip 
pornie world!" 

Exhausted, I rolled off Dodie's damp body, my long, wet penis sliding out of 
her slushy cunt. She whimpered unhappily, resenting the void. "I'm dead," I 
whispered. "Pooped!" 

"Cary was absolutely spectacular, maestro- really far out!" Dodie exclaimed, 
stretching her shapely body dreamily. "He certainly knows where his head is 
at!" 

"I'll get even with you, you punk!" Horace threatened, switching off the 
hot, glaring lights and wheeling the cameras away. 

"What's eating him?" I asked. 

"Okay, kiddies, five minutes'." Mr. King announced as he checked his watch 
and strolled off with Horace toward the darkroom. 

"Five minutes?" I repeated, dumbfounded. 

"Yes, sir, I dig you." Dodie yelled after Mr. King, jumping off the bed 
fresh and invigorated. "I can't believe it, Cary. The maestro hasn't been 
this thrilled over anyone in a long, long time. And that was just our first 
can." 

"You're kidding!" I winced, looking down at the mess spread all over my 
crotch and on the bed. 

Dodie picked up her tattered dress and held it up for my inspection. She 
began giggling. "I gotta frame this! Well, back to wardrobe." Then she 
tiptoed off to the restroom. 

All alone in the dank studio, I grabbed a pillow and wearily began wiping 
between my hairy legs. The silence was broken by the ringing of a telephone 
in another room. 

Barely a couple of minutes later, the door from the darkroom swung open and 
Horace came racing in. First, he ran to the restroom and pounded on the door 
excitedly, while still clutching a stack of film cans under his arm. "You 
better split, Dodie. We just got a friendly call that the fuzz are on their 
way!" Ignoring me completely, Horace ran for the entrance doorway and 
disappeared. 

The restroom door flew open, and Dodie came storming out wearing a worn 
frilly kimono and carrying the tattered dress and a purse under her arm. "I 
know this is a drag, gorgeous, but we have to cool it for a couple of hours. 
But like, wow, man, you're the best balling partner this chick's ever made 
it with. And honey, I can't remember that far back!" she snickered, waving 
goodbye as she raced out the entrance. 

I leaped off the bed and ran over to the spot where I remembered throwing my 
jeans and loafers at Horace's face. 

The darkroom door swung wide and Mr. King came hurrying in carrying an old, 
beat-up suitcase and waving a piece of paper in his hand. "Sorry I have to 
dash, kid, but I can't afford to hassle with the vice. Here's your check. 
For a young man who had had little or no experience in the pornie field, 
you're sure to get an A rating from my competitors. So we'll do some more of 
the same bag of funtime thrills in our next session, okay?" 

I grabbed the check eagerly. 

"Ninety percent of my work comes after shooting, my boy, so I've got a lot 
of editing to do," he exclaimed, puffing loudly as he raced toward the 
entrance. 

"But, Mr. King," I called out, "when do you want me back?" 

"Telephone my secretary-uh, Dodie-sometime tomorrow," he replied looking 
back. "I've got some great ideas for my next sin-filled flick on 
teenagers-an orgy guide, swapping, or group sex. Oh! Don't forget to turn 
out the lights," he called back as he slammed the door behind him. 

Bewildered by the sudden exodus of the entire crew, I looked down at the 
check. It was made out to me for thirty-five dollars. I smiled happily to 
myself as I took a last look around at the messy bed and remembered the 
filmed sex orgy that had gone on only minutes before. 

I began to pull on my wrinkled dungarees. 

Jesus Christ! They were streaked and soggy with gobs of ropy white jizz down 
the front. Even my loafers were sticky with the thick liquid. Some bastard 
had jacked off in my jeans. 

Horace-that dirty son of a bitch! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The loud ringing of my phone woke me from a sound sleep. I glanced at the 
electric clock, then, still half asleep, reached over and picked up the 
receiver. "It's your dime," I mumbled. 

"Cary, this is Mr. Oxman," the voice said in a businesslike but enthusiastic 
tone. "I know it's early, but I've great news for you!" He hesitated, as if 
waiting for a reaction. 

I laid my head back on the pillow, the receiver against my ear, and almost 
dozed off. 

Not discouraged, he went on, "I just got a call from the personal secretary 
of a very famous screen personality. He wouldn't reveal the name of his 
employer, but he did let me know that she was once the reigning sex goddess 
of the thirties." 

"The thirties, for Christ's sake!" I sneered. 

Ignoring my protest, Mr. Oxman babbled on, "I've been racking my brain, but 
I'm still not sure who he's working for. Anyway, he did mention that his 
employer had seen the movie you made for Mr. King at a private showing and 
that she insisted on having your number. It seems she see a great future 
ahead for you." 

"Oh, really?" I exclaimed, sitting up, and glancing with admiration at the 
solid evidence of my great future-my huge cock, rigid with its usual morning 
hardon, throbbing under the tented bed sheet. 

"Remember, I told you, 'Everybody loves to look at young beautiful 
bodies'-even this old bag-I mean, great star. Anyway, could you be ready to 
be picked up by her chauffeur and spend today at her baronial mansion-in 
view of what it could do for your future?" Mr. Ox-man chuckled. "Apparently, 
she wants an answer right away." 

"Are you serious?" I asked, throwing the sheet off my nude body and looking 
down with approval at the long white shaft of my penis lying straight over 
my abdomen, straining toward my navel. "I'm ready and willing right now!" 

Mr. Oxman laughed nervously. "I'll just bet you are! Okay, I'll call them 
and give the secretary your address. He'll send the chauffeur. Now don't 
forget, Cary, to mention the academy and your director-me! If she offers you 
any contracts or theatrical opportunities, you'll need legal advice and 
management, and that's what I'm here for-to protect your future and mine! So 
good luck! The whole school will be waiting on pins and needles to hear 
about the outcome of your big break. In fact, Sherry, Jodi, and I were just 
talking yesterday about what a great guy you are! We're thinking of throwing 
a party for you-our most promising student. What do you think about that?" 

"I'm speechless!" I shrugged. Reaching down and grabbing hold of my heavily 
veined prick, I ran my hand over its cool, satiny-smooth surface, the 
pleasant sensation filling my body. "Call the old fart and tell her I've got 
a nice fat hardon waiting to be auditioned," I teased. 

"Lucky her," Mr. Oxman replied, his envy showing in his tone. "Better get 
ready right away, because she's probably crawling up the walls waiting to 
see your stupendous talent in action." He laughed nervously. "Call me as 
soon as you're free, and don't forget to give her my regards, whoever she 
is! Who knows, she might want to come down to the academy and sponsor one of 
our shows. I'm always free to do business with any great star-especially if 
she's loaded." 

"Yeah, sure, I'll do that," I muttered, spreading my muscular legs wide 
apart and watching with fascination as my hairy arm pumped up and down over 
the full length of my stiff member. 

"Okay, kid, I'll be calling them back right away. Happy success now, and 
don't forget to call. You know who your real friends are." Mr. Oxman sounded 
plaintive as he hung up. 

"Wahoo!" I shouted with glee. I jumped up and ran into the tiny bathroom, my 
prick swaying heavily in front of me. I turned on the water and stepped into 
the shower, my brain whirling with thoughts of impending, stardom. Who could 
this aging sex queen be! Did she think I was a professional gigolo or a male 
prostitute? What did her secretary mean, "She sees a great future for you?" 
Where in hell had she seen my stag film? 

Twenty minutes later, after showering and shaving, I walked back into my 
cluttered room, still naked. I had just pulled open the dresser drawer and 
was pawing through the rumpled clothes, looking for a clean T-shirt, when 
the door buzzer sounded. Knowing it must be the chauffeur, I deliberately 
threw the door open, making no effort to hide my nudity. 

A tall, well-built, good-looking young man stood there, impeccably dressed 
in a black chauffeur's uniform, his cap set slightly to one side on his 
neatly cut mod hair. He stared wide-eyed at the unexpected sight, looking up 
and down my body, his eyes pausing when they reached my heavy cock, dangling 
loosely between my legs. He seemed completely offguard, and for a time he 
remained speechless. 

"Hi, I'm Cary, the giant orgasm," I bragged, gesturing for him to come in. 

"My name is Millard," were his first words. He stepped into the room and 
looked around curiously. 

I closed the door behind him. "You sure got here fast," I said to make 
conversation while pulling the T-shirt over my head. "What's this deal about 
anyway?" 

"Madame wants to 'make use' of your 'talent' for the day. However, I'm not 
permitted to mention her name until you meet her yourself," he replied. "Mr. 
King recommended you." 

"Mr. King?" I exclaimed, the light finally dawning. I pulled my tight khakis 
up, making sure the handsome young chauffeur didn't miss the way I stuffed 
my lengthy penis and hairy balls down one side next to the fly. Then I 
buttoned the fly slowly, one button at a time. 

"She'll tell you all about it," he went on nervously, his eyes riveted on 
the large swell in my pants. "You're due for lunch in one half hour, so we 
better be on our way." 

"Great, because I'm starved." I pulled on my boots and opened the door. 
"Okay, partner, lead on!" I smiled. 

Frowning, he took a final look around the room, then walked stiffly ahead of 
me down the dim hallway. I put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing 
as I closed the door behind me. 

As we reached the street outside the main entrance of the apartment 
building, I was amazed to see a crowd of old pensioners and shouting 
children standing beside an exotically long and shiny Rolls-Royce 
limousine-the kind where the chauffeur sits in an open seat in front. They 
were peering into the dark tinted windows, and they looked over astounded as 
the chauffeur and I approached. When he opened the back door and I climbed 
in nonchalantly, I could hear the excited chatter of disbelief clear through 
the closed door. A feeling of pride and exhilaration welled up inside me. 

Leaning back in the expensive-looking heavily upholstered seat, I sighed in 
contentment as I put my boots up on the thickly padded footrest. I was 
surprised to see Millard climb in on the right-hand side of the car and take 
over the wheel, just like in an English movie. Almost noiselessly, we drove 
away from the prying eyes of my astonished neighbors. Millard was busy 
talking into a white telephone as we zoomed away from the shabby 
neighborhood where I lived. 

Thrilled as a little kid, I stared with open curiosity at the fancy interior 
decor, running my hand over the slick back seat. I grabbed the speaking tube 
and shouted into it, my other hand scratching my crotch in excitement, 
"Millard, old boy, what year model is this anyway?" 

"This is a custom-built 1939 Rolls-Royce limousine purchased for madam by 
her former movie studio as a prop for her academy-award picture, It Takes 
Two to Tangle," he boasted, his eyes nervously trying to watch the road and 
my moving hand through the rear-view mirror at the same time. 

"What's this crap all around me?" I asked, glancing closer at the three 
ornate silver-plated initials reading "VLF" that were repeated on all sides. 

Trying to sound blase, Millard rattled off, "The door handles are made of 
sterling silver; the cabinet work in front of you is hand-rubbed walnut; 
there's a pull-down desk and bar; a color TV set; your speaking tube; a 
built-in tape recorder with a varied choice of musical tapes; a miniature 
dressing table and mirror." 

"No kidding?" I exclaimed, looking closer. 

"And what's this weird upholstery on the seat?" 

"Well, this year, it's Burmese-python," he replied, trying to keep a 
straight face. 

"Python?" I sat upright, flabbergasted. 

"That's nothing! Last year, it was cheetah. And the year before, vicuna, but 
that didn't take the wear and tear, especially in the back seat," he went on 
snidely. "Someday, knowing madam's inclinations, I expect to find the 
upholstery redone entirely with her lovers' foreskins." 

I laughed nervously. "Call me when we get there, huh?" I said, dropping the 
speaking tube, leaning back in the seat, and closing my eyes. 

Minutes later the car came to a smooth halt and Millard's voice interrupted 
my reveries. "Sir, we are home." 

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up. Outside, an electrically controlled wrought-iron 
gate opened, and we took off again past a large carved sign reading PRIVATE 
affixed to a marble column flanking the brick-topped driveway. I stared 
through the window, entranced, as we drove past tall cypresses, firs, and 
palm trees outlining the narrow, twisting road that gradually lead up to the 
hilltop estate. It was almost like a movie set as we finally stopped 
abruptly under an ornamental canopy that shaded the entranceway. I was still 
gawking open-mouthed at the elaborately carved front door of the impressive 
Spanish-style two-story mansion, when Millard opened the car door without 
warning, almost pitching me out onto the driveway on my face. 

Frowning, I regained my balance, stepped out, and walked toward the door, 
aware of Millard's sarcastic face smirking behind me. The huge front door 
creaked open and I was greeted by a slim, flamboyantly dressed young man. 
His over-prominent large brown eyes scrutinized me critically through long, 
thick, curly eyelashes. His forehead and nose wrinkled in disapproval at 
what he saw. He obviously hated my clothes, but in spite of it, he couldn't 
seem to take his eyes off the big bulge in the crotch of my tight khakis. 

As I walked through the open door, I could hear Millard already gunning the 
Rolls down the driveway. Then the door slammed hard behind me. 

"I hate to admit it, but you look even better than your pictures-motion 
pictures, that is," the haughty voice remarked dryly. "Poor thing -you're 
almost too beautiful! Well, it's your own decision, I presume." He sighed. 

I smiled and hesitantly moved farther into the room, then stopped short as I 
looked around. I couldn't help but be impressed by the size of this vast 
entrance hall. Not expecting me to stop, my guide walked right into me and 
grabbed both my knotty shoulders for support with long, bony fingers. 

"Oooops, my dear," he apologized. He seemed to let go very reluctantly as he 
pointed with one hand toward a tiny round backless stool, surrounded by 
potted ferns. 

Clumsily, I tried to sit down, straddling the uncomfortable seat, which 
creaked and groaned under my weight. I pushed the tickling long green leaves 
away from the back of my neck with annoyance. 

He shook his head. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mr. Blowtower, 
and I am the confidential secretary to the one and only Miss Violette La 
Fleur-the most glamorous sex symbol from the greatest era of the stage and 
screen!" He stood staring, obviously waiting for a reaction. 

I shifted my position and looked blankly straight ahead. 

"You must be kidding," he murmured, half to himself and half to me. 

"What's so funny?" I asked puzzled. 

"Oh, my God! Well, for your information, Cary, Miss La Fleur happens to be a 
living part of the legend of the movies," he explained as if he was talking 
to a child. 

He motioned for me to follow him through another doorway, down some polished 
steps, into an immense living room. I left the creaky stool gratefully and 
tiptoed behind him over the deep, thick Oriental rugs. I goggled wide-eyed 
at the stone fireplace (taller than me), two crystal chandeliers, the lavish 
drapes and furniture. We finally stopped in front of a large oak table 
crowded with dozens of elaborately framed photos. They were all of the same 
person-Violette La Fleur. 

"She sure keeps a lot of pictures of herself around," I commented, looking 
closely at the different ones. 

"Yes, Miss La Fleur can trace her career back to 1911, when she made her 
stage debut in The Open Split and then-" 

"In 1911?" I interrupted, then caught myself short. 

Mr. Blowtower looked at me coldly and continued, "Following twenty years of 
triumphs on Broadway, madam finally began her movie career in 1932 as the 
star of that unforgettable smash-hit film It Happened Twice a Night!" he 
went on dramatically. 

"Hey-, does she really look that good now?" I questioned, picking up a 
silver-framed photograph that looked newer than the rest. 

Mr. Blowtower winced as he grabbed it from my hand, rubbed vigorously over 
my fingerprints with the arm of his suit, and gently put it back in place. 
"Please! That's the latest photo taken of her. That was the year she made 
There's Always Time for One More-let's see, it must have been 1940." 

"Christ almighty! This is 1970!" I exclaimed. 

Mr. Blowtower looked at me silently, one eyebrow raised and his lips pursed 
in irritation. 

Just then, a loud buzzer sounded, and he about-faced quickly, disappearing 
through another doorway. As I watched him leave, I was surprised to see 
Millard enter through the same door. He had taken off his chauffeur outfit 
and was now dressed as a butler in white tie and tailcoat. 

"You sure get around, pal," I laughed. 

He frowned, looked right through me, and announced, "Madam will receive you 
in the upstairs sitting room. This way, please." He gestured toward an open 
elevator at the other end of the room. 

"Aw, come on! This is really getting heavy!" I shook my head as I walked 
past him, first taking another look around the big room before stepping into 
the little elevator. Millard followed close behind me, pulled the intricate 
wrought iron sliding door shut, and pushed the number two button. As we rose 
smoothly upward, he looked out of the corner of his eye at the lumpy bulge 
between my legs. 

The elevator came to a halt, and Millard pulled back the door and waited for 
me to step out. I couldn't believe my eyes as I walked out onto the thick 
white wall-to-wall carpeting. I was in another immense room. At one side 
stood a round glass-topped table, surrounded by overstuffed chairs. A tall 
vase of pink roses, several dozen more framed portraits of Miss La Fleur, 
two or three books, and many plaques and awards (all echoes of past glories) 
almost covered the table top. 

Directly across the room, a real wood-burning fireplace towered over us, and 
above it hung a gigantic oil portrait of Violette La Fleur. By now, I was 
really getting curious to see the real thing! 

Then I saw the bed-a really way-out job -a king-sized round bed smack in the 
far corner of the room and flanked on both sides by full-length mirrors. The 
ceiling above it was mirrored too! Now I dig that! I thought. The bed was 
covered with a fancy-looking fur spread, dyed pink, which draped onto the 
carpet on all sides. I suddenly realized what was going to be oh the menu 
for lunch-me! 

Without warning, soft music flooded the room from invisible speakers and a 
sexy perfume filled my nostrils. 

"You must be Cary-I presume," a low seductive voice greeted me from behind. 

I turned around, trying to look unimpressed, but the first sight of Violette 
made me gasp. She stood before me in all her glory-the lust of the great sex 
goddesses! 

She had silvery blonde hair piled high on her head with long curls at the 
sides touching her shoulders. Her face was covered with an awful lot of 
makeup and her shiny ruby-red lips were parted slightly to reveal a gleaming 
set of choppers. Extra thick, dark eyelashes and lots of heavy green eye 
shadow framed her china-blue eyes. I noticed she blinked a lot, too. Her 
thin penciled eyebrows gave her a surprised look. 

She was wearing long-sleeved pink satin hostess pajamas with the V neck and 
sleeves trimmed in pink ostrich feathers. Between her diamond earrings and 
necklace, and all her rings and bracelets, she looked like a walking Tiffany 
display case. 

She stood still and posed just long enough to dazzle me; then she sashayed 
across the room with mincing little steps and held her hand out to me. 

"Are you really the madam?" I blurted nervously, shaking the extended 
jeweled fingers hard. 

She winced. "I'm sure." She withdrew her hand and turned stiffly toward the 
table surrounded by chairs and stood waiting, her eyes glancing down 
approvingly at my "talent." 

After a few seconds of silence, it dawned on me that I should pull a chair 
out for her to sit down. "Oh!" I apologized, leaping over to get behind her. 
Unluckily, Millard had picked this exact moment to approach us from behind 
with a tray holding two drinks in giant goblets. We collided with full 
force, sending the tray, goblets, and liquor flying through the air and 
soaking all three of us. 

"You blundering prick!" Miss La Fleur shouted angrily at Millard as she 
surveyed the dripping-wet splotches on her satin pajamas. "I've heard of 
clumsy sons of bitches in my time, but you take the cake, you big, stupid 
cow!" 

"It wasn't my fault, Violette, for heaven's sake-really!" Millard whined, as 
he knelt and picked up pieces of broken glass. 

Without further warning, Miss La Fleur walked over, and with one 
satin-pajama-clad leg, gave the kneeling Millard a good swift kick right in 
the butt with her ostrich-feathered high-heeled slipper. "Beat it, punk!" 
she ordered. 

Whimpering softly and rubbing his ass, Millard gave me a look of open 
hostility and rushed out of the room with the tray and broken goblets. 

"Honestly, the help one must put up with these days," she sighed, regaining 
her poise and placing one hand on her hip. "Why can't the agency send me a 
man with muscles and brains?" 

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean," I commented, running my hand over the 
soggy spot covering my fat prick. The soaked khakis showed the form of my 
penis in all its glory- shaft, head, and all. 

"It's getting past my lunchtime, handsome, and I'm starved." Violette 
blinked her thick eyelashes and gestured toward the bed with her thumb. "How 
about hopping over there and let's see what we have for meat." 

I laughed, a little embarrassed, as I walked over and began to pull back the 
pink flurry cover. 

"Honey, don't ever disturb the vicuna!" she warned, sashaying over. 

"Oh, excuse me," I said, beginning to unbutton my tight khakis. 

"Let me! That's what your mother is here for," she cooed, pushing my T-shirt 
up to get a better look at my thickly matted hairy chest and tight belly 
muscles. "My mother always told me to use a washboard the best I could," she 
went on, running her well-manicured red nails up and down my abdomen. 

"Do you like movies, dearie?" she questioned as she took her time 
unbuttoning my fly, gazing hungrily at the bush of blond hair gradually 
appearing in the opening. 

"I don't mind anything, especially if I'm getting paid for it," I answered, 
my hands on my hips. 

Ignoring my flip answer, she went on patiently pushing the fly wider apart, 
her fingers running through my soft pubic hair, twisting and yanking 
sensuously. 

I flinched. Oh, swell, don't tell me I've got another Dodie on my hands, I 
thought, trying not to show my discomfort. 

With a satisfied grunt, Violette yanked down hard on my khakis. My 
half-swollen organ and big balls bounced out freely as the pants fell around 
my ankles. 

"Thank God! My long search for a cock that matches the muscles has ended!" 
Violette intoned enthusiastically. "I was beginning to think they don't make 
'em that way any more," she remarked as she eagerly grabbed hold of my 
slowly hardening shaft and pulled it out as far as it would stretch. 

I gasped. "Thank you, ma'am." 

"Intimate friends call me Violette," she said, motioning for me to get on 
the bed. 

Bending down and pulling off my boots, I stepped completely out of the 
khakis and leaped onto the center of the bed, lying flat on my back, my 
enormous member swinging freely. I looked toward Violette, expectantly, as I 
snuggled back into the soft, luxurious spread. 

"Before I chew the fat, I want you to see why you were granted this special 
much-sought-after invitation," she winked, sashaying over behind a curtain 
and pressing a button. I watched as the window drapes closed automatically, 
leaving the room in semi-darkness. She pushed another button, and the mirror 
above the bed parted and revealed a full-sized movie screen. 

"Cool!" I laughed like a kid. 

She pushed a third button. The mirrors behind parted and I looked back in 
time to see a projector poke through and immediately turn on, focusing on 
the screen above me. 

"Neat-o!" I exclaimed, folding my muscular arms behind my head and spreading 
my legs wide apart. I gazed in disbelief as the main title appeared on the 
screen: "All Starr Productions Corporation proudly prevents A Giant Orgasm, 
starring Miss Dodie and Mr. Cary, written and directed by Mr. Jason King." 

I barely felt the bed yield at the other end as I lay hypnotized by the 
color film now showing Dodie's grinning visage as she entered the tacky 
bedroom setting. Somehow, her highly teased hairdo covered every view of my 
face, though I did get occasional glimpses of my tall, muscular body and one 
of my hands clutching hers. 

I muffled a gasp as Violette's warm, moist mouth swallowed my hardening rod 
all the way down to the base. Then in reverse, her lips pressed tightly in 
little bites and moved slowly back upward to the round spongy cockhead. A 
real pro, I thought to myself as I eagerly awaited a full view of my face in 
the flickering movie above me. Really annoyed by now, I watched as that damn 
Dodie moved so deliberately that her bushy head kept my features out of 
camera range. 

I grimaced as I felt Violette run her fingernails down the sides of my hairy 
thighs. My skin smarted with the pain. Not wanting to take my eyes away from 
the screen above for one second, I made no complaint. I could just see the 
outline of my body as Dodie pressed against me, her shapely figure 
beautifully photographed from the rear. At least I did see my arms around 
Dodie's rump and my fingers spreading her fleshy cheeks apart and digging 
hungrily into her pink anus. 

I groaned in pleasure as I felt the flat of Violette's tongue snuggle flush 
against the bottom of my palpitating member, the juices from her sucking 
mouth sending rapturous thrills up and down my quivering legs. Her hands 
grasped the wide base and pumped fiercely upward to meet her bobbing head. I 
squirmed in anguish as her sharp fingernails dug into the sensitive flesh on 
my slippery tool. 

Overhead, Dodie's face continued to hide my features as her cheek rested 
against mine, her long, sinuous tongue wiggling inside my ear. Even now, I 
winced as I remembered the sharp pain I had experienced when Dodie viciously 
jerked my head down between her legs, her hands still filling the screen in 
Mr. King's zooming close-up. Her shuddering pelvis managed to take all the 
attention away from my busy tongue, fervently eating away at her delicious 
pussy and then around to savor the tasty flavors from inside her plump 
buttocks. 

Between my trembling legs, Violette, using both hands, roughly kneaded and 
caressed my testicles as her hot, slurping tongue moved wildly around and 
over my throbbing cock, sending flashes of pleasure through my writhing 
groin. As her mouth completely devoured me, her teeth bit down at the thick 
base, and she waggled her head from side to side passionately. I moaned in 
delirious bliss. 

Forcing myself to keep watching the movie up above, I managed to catch a 
glimpse of the lower half of my body jumping up to a standing position, the 
camera closing in again as my filmed hands feverishly unbuttoned my fly, the 
enormous hardon springing out with a jolt. Where the hell is my face, I 
wondered as my screen body leaped up on the bed and Dodie swallowed the 
pale, pulsing prick all the way down to the bushy hairs on my belly. 

Between viewing Dodie's bobbing head up above, and feeling Violette's 
devouring mouth run over my rigid shaft below, almost intolerable shivers of 
intense rapture passed from my head clear down to my wiggling toes. With 
abandon, I automatically tightened, my strong legs in a vicelike grip around 
Violette's moving head. I pushed at the back of her flowing hair with my 
hands and forced her farther down into my crotch, turning my body violently 
from side to side. Her choked gagging and heavy breathing showed I had made 
a real impression. 

"Oh, that's so good!" I exclaimed, looking up at the close-up of my massive 
cock exploding gobs of white come into Dodie's smiling open lips. 

In a mad frenzy of lust, trying to hold back the inevitable hot climax, I 
struggled to roll over onto my stomach, still gripping Violette's head 
tightly between my legs. "All the way, all the way!" I ordered, screwing 
downward avidly and viciously. I felt Violette's nails dig deeper into my 
behind. "Swallow that joint, honey!" I cried, completely ignoring the film 
still going on above us, as I pressed my driving stiff prick hard into her 
gurgling jaws. "Oh, man, yes," I sighed in total bliss. 

Oblivious now to everything but the oncoming flood of thick sperm wildly 
rising through my long, slippery, jabbing pole, I plunged ahead to that last 
moment of unbearable orgasm. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes tightly 
as my strong legs stiffened their grasp around Violette's neck. "Come, come, 
come!" I shouted as spasms of gushing jizz poured freely and abundantly in 
spectacular spurts, over and over again. The thick come seemed to gush 
endlessly into Violette's welcoming mouth. 

A long time later, I lay still, panting breathlessly as my sex machine 
sporadically dripped yet another glob of love juice. 

Suddenly conscious again of the flash and whir of the projector and screen 
above me, I opened my eyes, turned my head, and looked up, just in time to 
see two words-"The End"- projected. Then the machine went off automatically. 

"Shit!" 

Relaxing the pressure of my legs around Violette's squashed head, I 
struggled to pull my hands out from under her matted, damp hairdo. To my 
surprise, a large section of her coiffure came off in my grip. Aghast, I 
rolled over onto my side and looked down with curiosity at the detached 
piece of hair. Violette moaned and let go reluctantly as my wet stiffness 
slid noisily out of her mouth, her lips making one last desperate attempt 
not to miss even a drop of my still oozing sperm. 

Blearily looking up at me, her eyes widened in shock as they focused on the 
straggly mass of curls I held out for her to see. She grabbed them from me 
abruptly and used them to wipe her drooling mouth. "Well, dearie, you're the 
first man I ever lost my head over." 

When I realized she wasn't angry, but just cynical about the whole thing, I 
roared. Not only at her snappy adlib, but also her "sexy vamp of the 
thirties" face, now almost unrecognizable with her thickly applied makeup 
and ruby-red lipstick all smeared together into one sticky mess. And on top 
of that was her own tousled shoulder-length hair, which stuck out comically 
in every direction. 

Suddenly, Violette's eyes went down to something caught between my wet, 
hairy thighs. Following her glance, I saw two black spiky shapes tangled in 
my crotch hair. I jumped in mock fright. "Tarantulas!" I yelped jokingly. 
Violette ignored my humor and nonchalantly but daintily detached her false 
eyelashes from my wetness. 

Christ, what next, you old fossil, I thought, watching in amusement and 
biting my lips to keep from laughing again. 

Then Violette stood up, threw the hair piece and lashes toward the pile of 
jewelry she had discarded earlier on the carpet, and sashayed over to the 
drapes. She looked at me and smiled mischievously. I propped myself up on my 
elbows and watched as she pressed more buttons. 

I stared goggled-eyed as the mirrors on-the ceiling closed over the silver 
screen and those behind me shut out the projector. Soft red lights gently 
filtered in from above and crisscrossed sexily over my athletic form. I 
laughed with self-satisfaction as I viewed my muscular torso mirrored three 
ways. I rubbed my anxious privates intently. 

With mincing steps, Violette approached the massive bed, one hand on her 
hip, and feasted her lashless eyes on my stretched-out nudeness. "Okay, 
lover boy, help your mother doff her duds," she said, gesturing with a toss 
of her frowsy head. 

"Yes, ma'am-I mean, madam-er-Violette," I answered, obediently leaping up, 
my thickly veined cock swinging freely. Standing behind her as she posed 
gracefully, I fumbled nervously for the zipper on the back of her wrinkled 
hostess-pajama top. 

"Wow, man, am I lucky Mr. King came the night of my school performance!" I 
was trying to make conversation, and sound excited and privileged. 

"That's part of his job-scouting 'talent,' Violette commented, pulling the 
pajama top off and tossing it over on the pile with the lashes and hair. Her 
eyes glanced over at the mirrored reflections and intensely watched every 
movement I made. 

"Oh, yeah?" I replied uncertainly as I now faced a bewildering black 
corset-type garment from which her heavy shoulders and bust bulged. "Dodie 
said Mr. King made the best dirty movies in the nudie field and that he was 
very enthused about the future of my 'talent,'" I went on as I haltingly 
tried to unhook the complicated girdle. 

"That's why I hired Jason King," Violette went on in a businesslike tone, 
kicking her ostrich slippers into space. "He's one of the most creative 
directors in the flesh racket. He gives the nudie patrons their money's 
worth, and he's gotten great notices in the photo reviews for his erotic 
camerawork in our skin flicks. You wouldn't believe the healthy profit I've 
raked in from our catalog of good, solid, entertaining sex films." She 
sighed deeply as she held onto the unhooked long-waisted bra. 

"You've raked in?" I replied, befuddled, as I gazed at her white, fleshy 
back, the soft, flawless surface streaked with the red markings left by the 
tight lacings of the bra. 

"Cary, I am All Starr Productions Corporation!" she proclaimed. 

"No kidding?" I exclaimed, feeling for the zipper at the back of her pink 
pajama pants. 

"Honey, that's just one of my many business enterprises," Violette bragged. 
"It might surprise you to know that there are now over one thousand theaters 
across the country that take in more than fifty million dollars a year from 
nudie pictures." 

"Fifty million bucks!" I shouted, amazed, as I pulled down on the zipper and 
was greeted by still more pieces of clothing to take off-a black panty 
girdle and garters and a pair of hose. "Man, I'm really hipped on how lucky 
I am to be here with you today, Violette." I tried to sound sincere and 
impressed. 

"You know, I still don't think it's sinking in, kid," Violette remarked, a 
little irritated, as she stepped out of the pants, observing our actions in 
the three-way mirrors. "You're it, darling! You're my number one, top-flight 
male nudie star for All Starr Productions- as far as I'm concerned!" She 
stood waiting for an impressed reaction. Instead, she got complete silence 
as I busily tried to roll the clinging girdle down past her plump ass. 

She went on anyway. "You haven't really seen A Giant Orgasm yet, but lover, 
you exuded enough raw animal sex appeal in that flick to prove you're 
without a doubt one of the top marketable commodities in our business! In 
fact, I guarantee I can make you the biggest name in the erotic cinema-a 
real superstar!" 

"Hey, that's heavy, man!" I grinned happily as I tugged the twisted clothing 
off her well-pedicured feet. I groaned silently as I was confronted by still 
another tiny black bikini-like undergarment yet to be removed. 

"Wait'll Dodie hears about this!" I smiled, pulling down on this final 
flimsy piece of lace. "You know, Violette, that broad is really stacked like 
a brick shithouse, and can she fuck!" 

Violette's body stiffened, and she turned her flushed face to one side, 
mouthing angrily, "It's a pity, but that cheap little bleached trollop is no 
longer employed by my organization!" 

"Oh," I mumbled, not hiding my disappointment, as I looked over into the 
mirrors reflecting our mutual nudeness. 

Dramatically, Violette threw the corset she had held in front of her to one 
side, revealing two very large melonlike breasts. They were almost too round 
and firm-looking, with big pink nipples. I suspected silicone. 

Violette turned slowly around to face me, one flabby arm resting on her fat 
hip and one thick lily-white leg bent slightly. "Forget that nothing nudie 
starlet, sweetheart. We're a team now! I've been waiting a long time for 
someone like you. Dodie's type are a dime a dozen, believe me. Don't worry. 
I'll pick the right fleshy femme actresses to complement your star status." 

"Star!" I exclaimed in appreciation. I ran my eyes over her full figure now 
facing me head-on, from the trembling blue-veined mounds of her bosom down 
to the widespread triangular silky platinum-blonde patch of her twat. 

"After today's audition, I have an exclusive contract waiting to be signed 
by you that will make you the fastest-rising, highest-paid superstar in any 
skin-flick operation! Does that make my baby happy?" she cooed, taking hold 
of my dangling pride and joy and guiding the round cockhead between the warm 
lips of her box, rubbing it in tantalizing circles into the moist flesh. 

I sighed deeply, and, grasping her heavy tits, I moved the fat pink buttons 
sensuously across the thick growth of blond hair on my chest. 

Violette gasped and tried to continue in a matter-of-fact tone. "The critics 
will undoubtedly hail you as one of the freshest, youngest, and most 
'talented' performers in years. I predict a real future in legit and even in 
the living theater, too," she said teasingly, watching intently as my 
palpitating, glistening cockhead dipped in and out of her juicy haven. 

"Stop it, Violette! I'm tripping out!" I laughed crazily, grabbing the ends 
of her round nipples, stretching them forward roughly, and massaging the 
hard buttons with my hands. 

She moaned with pleasure, "And you're all mine!" she smiled, still probing 
and circling her hot box with just the sensitive, tender head of my hardon. 
I gulped uncontrollably as I stared down at her huge white bosom squashed 
against my pressing body. Violette turned her face from the mirrors and 
stuck her long red tongue out toward me suggestively. I leaned forward and 
swallowed the sinuous piece of flesh to the root, sucking hard and avidly. 
We both groaned deliriously as we caressed and played with each other's 
privates. 

"Let's make it, huh?" I breathed, moving my hands over her cushioned ass, 
pulling her closer, my hard cock easily tunneling through her wide 
passageway. 

Violette sighed happily. "Relax, stud. We've got all day," she cooed, 
looking at our grinding bodies in the mirror and running her fingers up and 
down my strong arms. "Do anything you want, but don't come!" 

"Yeah, let's each do our own thing," I whispered, kissing and gently biting 
around the edge of her pink ear. Violette clamped her legs down on my 
slippery prick. I twisted my body from left to right so violently that we 
trembled against one another, victims of our mounting emotions. 

All of a sudden, I heard the bedroom door open. Glancing into the mirror, I 
saw Millard entering the room. To my surprise, he was completely nude, his 
over-muscular physique oiled and rippling. He tiptoed toward us, carrying a 
heavy silver tray holding two crystal goblets, a bottle of champagne in a 
silver bucket, and a plate filled with finger sandwiches. I looked at 
Violette questioningly, but she was still entranced, watching her reflection 
as she continued to pump rhythmically. 

My eye caught Millard's fat dick swinging freely in front of him as he held 
the enormous tray out toward me. He seemed hypnotized by the sight of our 
joined, driving groins. He went through the motions of serving us, the tray 
trembled uncertainly in his jittering hands. 

"Thank you," Violette smiled, as she reached for a filled goblet and sipped 
daintily, her movements down below not changing their pace. "I just adore 
Dom Perignon, don't you?" 

"Who's he?" I asked, grabbing the other glass and noisily sipping the 
ice-cold fizzy stuff. 

"'He' is the name of the champagne," Millard smirked, his eyes rolling 
upward in derision. 

"No shit!" I frowned and deliberately plunked the glass back on the tray so 
hard that a good part of the chilled drink spilled over the edge and down 
Millard's naked chest. He gasped with surprise, jumped back, and glared at 
me. 

Pretending to not notice, I nonchalantly reached over, picked up several of 
the little sandwiches, and crammed them into my mouth all at once. "Hmmm, 
good!" I smacked my lips and licked my fingers off. "Kinda salty, though." 

"Yes, beluga caviar is salty!" Millard chimed in. 

"Aren't they simply delectable?" Violette cooed. "My chef serves them every 
day, and always with champagne." 

"And how's our meat doing?" I teased, plunging in and out steadily. 

"Medium rare," she laughed. Taking one more sip from her glass, she put it 
back on the tray and draped her heavy arms languidly over my knotty 
shoulders. Then she turned coquettishly toward the three-way mirrors again 
and went on with her bumps and grinds. 

Millard slowly lowered the heavily loaded tray toward the edge of the bed, 
so that he could really get a good look at my massive endowment pushing in 
and out of the silken pussy. Deliberately, I pulled my long, hard, 
glistening pole from Violette's squeezing pink-ness, so he couldn't miss the 
open pulsing end of my cockhead drooling with shiny fluid. His eyes widened 
in disbelief at the palpitating monstrosity, and losing his cool completely, 
he dropped the tray onto the carpet with a loud crash. 

"Ohhh, my foot!" Violette screamed in agony as she yanked her toes from 
under the edge of the tray. "You dumb bastard! What the hell are you trying 
to do-kill me?" 

"I'm sorry, Violette-honest!" Millard pleaded, bending down and hurriedly 
gathering up the mess. I could feel his vengeful eyes burning into my naked 
calves just in front of him as he knelt there, wiping and swabbing the rug. 

"You feebleminded musclehead! Do me a favor, huh? Get the shit out of here!" 
Violette shouted, Hobbling to the edge of the bed, plopping down, and 
rubbing her sore toes. 

Millard finally gathered everything in his beefy arms and flew out of the 
room on the double, his peter and testicles bobbing in front of him. 

"Can you see now what I've been trying to explain to you?" Violette whined 
unhappily. "Beautiful musclemen I can buy by the bushel, but the combination 
of brains and being hung -one in a million!" 

"That's why I'm here, isn't it?" I smiled. Kneeling down, I picked up the 
injured foot and gently spread loving kisses all over it. 

"Ohhh, lover, I knew you were the dude for me," Violette purred sexily. She 
lay back on the luxurious vicuna, folded her hands behind her head, and 
looked up into the ceiling mirror intently. 

First, I playfully caressed and kissed the soreness, talking to her as if 
she were a little injured child. "Poor baby, her teeny footsie got all 
hurtsy." Then I licked sensually upward over the heavy smooth leg, nipping 
lightly with my teeth on the inner surface of her tender white thighs. 
Violette grabbed my hands and pressed them onto the mounds of her full 
breasts. Inhaling deeply, I pushed my nose into the curly soft blonde 
triangle that enclosed the musky-scented vagina. Her groin twitched 
uncontrollably as my darting tongue swirled up and down teasingly on the 
protruding wet lips. 

"Ohhh, you're too good, kid," Violette murmured, spreading her legs wider. 
"Do your thing, gorgeous." 

Greedily, lapping up the mixture of delicious flavors (my cock dribblings 
and her own juices), I rolled my eyes upward to watch my busy fingers 
pulling and yanking on her voluptuous orbs. At the same time, Violette's 
hands rubbed up and down my hairy arms passionately. 

Feverishly, I swallowed the hanging hot clitoris and sucked hard and wildly. 
Violette's hands pushed against the back of my pumping head, and obediently, 
I jabbed my stiff tongue deeper into her huge, pulsing hole. Violette's 
gyrating pelvis countered my lusty thrusts automatically. Growling deep in 
my throat, I plunged into the squirming hotness with gusto and thirstily 
drank up the abundant tasty moisture. 

"Do you like to be rimmed?" I questioned, lifting Violette's trembling legs 
high into the air so that I faced her round pink asshole. 

"Ohhh, do I ever!" she replied, wiggling her fat buttocks expectantly. 

"I dig assholes!" I exclaimed, pushing my twirling tongue into the tight 
entrance. Taking a deep breath, I covered the throbbing canal opening with 
lavish kisses and sucked far into the interior. 

"Sweetheart, you sure know what you're doing," Violette sighed, her hands 
reaching down and spreading her wobbling cheeks wider apart. 

"Thanks," I panted, coming up for air. "I know a good ass when I see one." 
Filling my lungs with air, I rammed my tongue back into her rosy rectum and 
penetrated even beyond my previous high-water mark. 

Finally, I dropped her quaking legs over my square shoulders, and once again 
plunging my muscular member in between the heavy lips of her box, I screwed 
Violette savagely and mercilessly for a long while until my stomach muscles 
ached. My fiery cannon was ready to blast off. The massive bed shook 
violently as we bounced up and down on the edge of the mattress. My hairy 
balls bounced numbly against Violette's battered pelvis, over and over. 

Grabbing her wide rear end firmly, I let out a loud grunt as I pulled it 
forcibly upward, holding her body steady in midair and stabbing into the 
slushy channel with all my strength. The whole king-sized bed seemed to rock 
as I noisily twisted, churned, and tunneled deeper into that delicious 
fleshy pocket. My vibrating tool almost felt numb as the spitting oncoming 
seed began its upward surge from my scrotum. 

Violette gasped in fear as I bent low, then leaped high into the air, and 
landed on the bed, pulling her body abruptly straight upward so that her 
knees were locked under my arms around my slim hips. Steadying my hold for a 
second, I looked at her bosom hanging back into her flushed red face. I 
drove my colossal slippery organ downward with hammering blows. Violette's 
contorted face swayed back and forth in a frenzy as my blasting fluid 
bulleted into her with rocket speed. 

"Get it, get it, get it!" I cried in ecstasy as ample globs of thick sperm 
crammed her gorged passageway. "Yeah, baby, go!" I choked uncontrollably as 
I burrowed brutally in a delirium of barbarous madness. Completely without 
restraint, my body rocked back and forth in spasms of lustful pleasure. I 
gritted my teeth and shook my head violently as the erotic sensations from 
my spitting lance saturated Violette's flowing twat with mutual sexual 
gratification. 

She purred with happiness as I shakily released her quivering wet legs. We 
both laughed weakly. I rolled my eyes upward and, in mock exhaustion, sighed 
deeply and fell onto the damp spread alongside Violette's limp form. We both 
lay there unmoving, still breathing loudly and heavily. 

At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and in walked Millard with Mr. 
Blowtower. They were both nude, one carrying a bed table and the other, a 
silver tray loaded with food and drink. 

Feeding time at the zoo, I thought, peeking over at Mr. Blowtower's slender 
figure, boyish and hairless except for the generous bush at his groin. His 
long, pencil-like dick swayed back and forth with every step he took toward 
us. His thickly lashed eyes blinked nervously as he gazed with admiration at 
my plump pride and joy, still drenched with Violette's juices, resting 
lengthily across one wet thigh. The bulky bed table seemed almost too heavy 
for his thin, underdeveloped arms. Millard was close behind him, his burly 
arms straining under the weight of the silver tray stacked with covered 
serving plates and beer steins. His eyes bulged with disbelief as he took in 
the sight of Violette's disheveled hair and smudged makeup. 

"Why, Mister Blowtower-how groovy!" I laughed as he set the table down 
beside Violette on the bed. He grimaced when he spotted the stream of 
gleaming come still trickling down from Violette's cunt. 

With his eyes riveted on my wet and steamy crotch, Millard didn't notice 
that the edge of the silver tray was headed straight for Mr. Blowtower's 
protruding ass, and, with a loud fleshy thump, he smacked hard into the soft 
roundness. 

Mr. Blowtower let out a surprised shriek, and Millard gasped and nearly 
dumped the loaded tray onto Violette's sprawled-out carcass. Just in time, 
the two nude clowns managed to balance the lunch and the tray and, at last, 
lowered it safely to the top of the table. We all sighed in relief. 

"Shades of Laurel and Hardy, can't you two morons do anything right?" 
Violette moaned in exasperation. Regaining her composure, she turned toward 
me and asked sweetly, "Do you like Carta Blanca?" 

"No kidding-Mexican beer?" I cried out enthusiastically. I was on familiar 
ground at last. "Ole!" I snapped my fingers above me like castanets. 

Mr. Blowtower gave Millard a knowing look as he handed Violette a frosty 
stein brimming over with the dark brown liquid. 

"You're a dear, Homer," Violette said. 

"Homer?" I doubled up in laughter. "Homer Blowtower? Oh, wow!" 

Homer pretended to ignore my needling, and with great ceremony, he uncovered 
a plate piled high with bulky stuffed white tortillas. 

"Anyone for burritos?" Violette cooed, grabbing a folded tortilla off the 
plate and hungrily biting off a large mouthful. 

"Man, I'm starved," I said, anxiously waiting while Homer took his sweet 
time walking around the gigantic bed to my side, his eyes meanwhile feasting 
on the view between my legs. I casually opened them wider for him. 

"Our chef flatters himself that he can always serve a dish perfectly 
suitable to a guest's taste and character," Homer remarked smugly as he 
shoved a beer and a plate of burritos in my face. 

"Tell your hash slinger, Muchas gracias," I sputtered, wolfing huge hunks of 
the spicy-hot taco, then washing them down with gulps of the icy brew. 

Homer backed away, his fastidiousness offended by the enthusiasm of my 
feeding habits. 

"Pig!" he muttered under his breath. 

I countered his antagonism with a loud belch! "Sorry about that," I 
apologized, "but you know in Arabia, that's considered good manners." 

"In Arabia, they, fuck sheep, too-slob!" Homer remarked under his breath. 

"Okay, you guys, knock off the bullshit and let's get down to business," 
Violette ordered impatiently. She laid her tousled head back into the welter 
of pillows, and while she continued munching burritos with cheeks bulging 
like a chipmunk, those lashless blank eyes kept shifting from one mirror to 
the other expectantly. 

I slowed down chewing my food, fascinated by the sight of Millard and Homer 
both climbing onto the bed. Millard's muscular nudeness flexed sexily as he 
lay down on his stomach between Violette's legs, his head centered directly 
over her widespread groin. I propped myself on my elbows, the better to 
watch his face as he burrowed deeply into the pink dampness. 

At the same instant, I felt Homer's velvety tongue envelop my sleeping cock 
as he anxiously slid between my extended hairy legs. As his warm lips 
touched the soft hairs on my belly, the inside of his mouth and tongue 
pressed and munched gently on my rubbery hose. I relaxed and enjoyed it. 

Imitating Violette's nonchalance about the whole scene, I finished off the 
beer, dropped the stein over the edge of the bed, jammed the last of the 
burrito into my open mouth, and laid my head back, taking in the mirrored 
sex orgy intently, I reached over and felt for one of Violette's big 
protruding nipples. I was enjoying the pleasurable delights of Homer's 
swirling caressing tongue so much I wanted to flood his throat with my 
overflowing hot load right then and there! 

In the ceiling mirror, I was fascinated as I watched Homer's hand slide 
across and push under Millard's pelvis. Without changing his bobbing rhythm, 
as he worked on Violette, Millard twisted his body to one side so that Homer 
could get a firm grasp on his fat, stiff peter. Homer turned himself 
sideways too, so that his round fleshy ass faced Millard's oncoming taut 
shaft. I watched the pleasure-seeking hardon disappear effortlessly between 
Homer's white curved cheeks. Homer and Millard moved back and forth as one 
with slow deliberate thrusts. 

I glanced down at Homer's moving head excitedly sucking hard and furiously 
on my long prick. The rapturous thrills ran from the depths of my groin to 
the very tip of my encircled cockhead. 

I turned to Violette with abandon and covered one warm bulging breast with 
my hot mouth, my tongue titillating the rose-colored rigid nipple. I screwed 
and dug my fingers into the flesh lustfully. I couldn't seem to get enough 
mouthfuls of her soft, full, womanly voluptuousness. 

Busy feasting on Violette's delicious tits, I barely noticed that Millard 
had moved from Violette's crotch and was kneeling on the bed beside her, his 
groin smack in her face. She bent over and, crooning with delight, swallowed 
his pulsing erection with one gulp. Leaning forward on his arms for support, 
Millard awkwardly shoved in and out of Violette's smeary drooling lips. Loud 
sounds of sucking filled the room. 

Down below, I felt Homer's mouth pull away. Before I could protest, he had 
jumped up and turned completely around. Grabbing my throbbing slippery rod, 
he held it upright as he lowered his chubby white cheeks onto it. I felt my 
taut pole slide upward through the tight moist tunnel of his rectum, till he 
hit bottom. He cried out in obvious delight as he spread the spongy hills 
farther apart, and moved his buttocks up and down rhythmically. 

"What a glorious piece of meat!" Homer panted delightedly, grunting more 
loudly with each new push. "Give it to me, muscles. Rip me apart!" 

Violette noticed this new rival for my affections. Pulling away from 
Millard, she grabbed my face and, with a crushing kiss, thrust her tongue 
deep into my mouth. It didn't taste like Violette. It tasted like Millard's 
cock, fleshy and salty, and I didn't dig it! I gagged and pushed her roughly 
away, gasping for air, and wiped my drooling mouth with my bulky arm. 

Violette looked over jealously at Homer's posterior, still rotating happily 
on my colossal sex machine, and with one well-pedicured foot, she gave him a 
massive shove! There was a "pop" like a champagne cork leaving a bottle. 
Homer went flying across the enormous bed, shrieking with disappointment. My 
shiny thick penis slapped back against my belly with a loud "splat!" 

Instantly, Violette took his place. Straddling my hairy form, she slid her 
furry pussy down my tight belly until it effortlessly slipped into my 
generous "talent." As she whimpered in total bliss, she enveloped my 
spread-eagled body, her tremendous soft breasts covering my heavily thatched 
chest like giant marshmallows. I wrapped my muscular legs around her smooth 
ones and pumped into her groin, matching blow for blow in erotic 
gratification. 

"Finish me off, babe," I begged, as my cramming monstrosity neared its final 
moments of pleasure. Violette tightened her legs so that her mushy channel 
closed more snugly on my swelling hotness. "Let me have it-now!" I panted, 
as I tried to hold off the inevitable for a few more passionate minutes. 

Suddenly, Violette seemed a lot heavier. We both grunted simultaneously, and 
I opened my eyes to stare with surprise into Millard's sweating face. He had 
hopped onto Violette's back and with teeth clenched determinedly, was 
pumping wildly up and down into her fat behind. 

"Get the fuck off!" I groaned unhappily, as the double weight almost crushed 
my palpitating prick. 

Ignoring me, Millard whispered to Violette, "Spread those cheeks, 
Violette-wider, wider!" 

"You son of a bitch, didn't you hear what I just said?" I shouted, unable to 
gather up enough strength to push them both off my squashed torso. "Oh, 
Christ, no, I'm going to shoot!" I wailed, laughing and crying all at once. 
I closed my eyes in complete surrender and let my mammoth pillar bullet 
endless spurts of hot, searing liquid into Violette's fleshy canal. On and 
on, it seemed to spew, sending spasms of pleasure through my body from head 
to toe. 

While still in the midst of violent orgasm, I felt still another weight 
added to the tremendous pressure already piled on top of me. Opening my 
eyes, I saw that Homer had joined the crowd and was pumping with hammering 
blows into Millard's squirming, muscular ass. "Stop it, for God's sake! I'm 
dead!" I pleaded weakly, and shut my eyes in exhaustion. 

"Keep together, boys, together!" Violette puffed, her sweating bosom still 
pushing against me as a terrific orgasm overwhelmed her. "Heaven, darling, 
pure heaven!" Violette breathed. 

"I'm coming home, baby-hot and heavy!" Millard cried feverishly, sobbing and 
whimpering as his flexing body, still sandwiched between Violette and Homer, 
trembled uncontrollably. "Jesus Christ-too much!" he wailed, his fists 
beating hard on the damp spread. 

"Easy now, baby-because you're going to get it!" Homer promised Millard. His 
hands clutching wildly at the butler's lumpy shoulders, he pounded with 
sweaty fury into the reared-up backside. "Oooooooh, I got to give it to 
you-now!" Homer choked in ecstasy as his shuddering body shook and convulsed 
uncontrollably. He came in long, throbbing torrents, finishing off with a 
dramatic whimper that finally faded into silence. 

As if in unspoken agreement, Violette, Millard, and Homer tumbled to one 
side, falling in a tangled hodgepodge, panting and gasping. 

I sighed in relief myself, completely wiped out, as if in a drunken stupor. 
Almost immediately, I slipped into a delicious sleep. Sometime later-I don't 
know how long-I felt two hands roughly shaking my shoulders. Waking from a 
deep slumber, I slowly opened my eyes to face Millard. He was once again 
dressed impeccably in his black chauffeur's uniform. 

"Okay, 'giant orgasm,' it's time to split," he grinned, his eyes sweeping 
over my outstretched body, still damp with perspiration and all the evidence 
of our orgy. 

"Huh?" I blinked, sleepily rubbing my eyes. I propped myself up on my elbows 
and looked around the bedroom. Everybody was gone and the entire place was 
in its former tidy order. My clothes were piled beside me, along with a 
thickly brocaded towel. "I guess I must have dozed off," I said sheepishly, 
grabbing the towel and standing up with difficulty. 

"Tell me!" Millard laughed, not taking his eyes off me as I vigorously 
rubbed away the streaks of wetness from my messy crotch. 

I was a little surprised at his relaxed, friendly attitude, so different 
from before. "Where's Violette?" I asked, handing him the soggy towel. 

"After her workout, madam had to hurry off to her beauty farm for a quick 
rejuvenation treatment. In a day or two, she'll be good as new," he smiled, 
stepping into the dressing room, the sticky towel held out in front of him 
as if it were going to bite him. 

"I'm the one who should be rejuvenated, for Christ's sake!" I called out, 
stooping over and picking up my T-shirt. "Didn't she say anything about 
my... uh... 'talent'?" 

"Don't worry, stud-you're in!" Millard answered enviously, as he returned. 
"The old fool completely tripped out over you! In fact, she left this-quote, 
with love, unquote." He reached inside his jacket, produced a large white 
envelope, and handed it to me. 

"You're kidding!" I exclaimed, pulling up my tight khakis and carefully 
arranging my thick cock and hairy balls down inside my right trouser leg. 

"You don't know how lucky you are!" Millard shook his head, hypnotized by my 
whopper of a sex tool that made such an enormous lump in my pants. 

Anxiously, I grabbed the envelope out of his hand, ripped the top open, and 
pulled out several stapled typewritten sheets, both happy and perplexed by 
all the legal wording. 

"Now, by the look of it, that's what I'd call an exclusive superstar 
contract-benefits and all!" Millard remarked, a little reminiscent. "Take it 
home, read it carefully. But, before you sign on the dotted line, listen to 
some healthy advice from a loser-me!" 

"Loser?" I echoed him, puzzled, as I bent over and pulled on my boots. 

Millard looked around the bedroom suspiciously, and in a conspiratorial 
tone, whispered, "I could really get roughed up for this! I once had the 
same opportunity you're now being offered, but I was so crazy for instant 
stardom that I neglected to really study all the conditions of the contract. 
So in a way, I really turned the key that locked my own steel trap by 
signing my life over to the madam." 

"'Steel trap'?" I quizzed. "What the hell do you mean by that?" I looked 
again at the complicated papers. 

Millard glanced at his watch. "I'll be off schedule if I don't get you home. 
Cary, for your own sake, don't-ever cross Violette. I know- I tried once, 
and she broke me down to this," he sighed, pointing to his uniform 
dramatically. "Did you know Dodie used to work for Violette here, too?" 

"Dodie?" I cried, stepping past him toward the elevator, clutching the 
contract tightly in one hand. 

Millard pushed the intricate wrought-iron sliding door shut and pressed the 
number one button. 

"See what I mean?" He shrugged. "Remember, pal-your own steel trap!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Once again, and really getting annoyed this time, I drove my Volkswagen 
slowly down the potholed street trying to locate the address I had scribbled 
during Mr. Oxman's telephone conversation. It gave the new location of our 
acting school as Eighty-Six Starry-Eyed Way. Impatiently, I ran my eyes over 
the all too familiar signs one more time. 

Near the end of the block, I pulled up in front of the only remaining 
structure-a vacant building shaped like a giant chili bowl. In fading 
chipped paint, I could just make out the words "Poncho's Tacoteria" and the 
numerals "86." 

He must be kidding! I thought to myself as I grimaced at the dead weeds 
surrounding the sun-bleached building, its windows blanked out with black 
paint. Wanna bet, I answered myself, as I caught sight of a small 
amateurishly lettered sign which proclaimed: "Movie Star Drama Academy, Mr. 
Todd Oxman, Star Maker." 

Full of curiosity, I hurried up to the door. My appointment with Mr. Oxman 
was to discuss the details of Violette's "exclusive super-stud contract." As 
my "legal adviser and manager," he was supposed to check it over, and I was 
already late. I opened the door and stepped inside. 

The sound of many voices greeted me. The noise seemed to be coming from 
somewhere in the back of the building. I closed the door of the large dimly 
lit room and looked around. Restaurant chairs and stools were stacked in the 
center of what had obviously once been the coffee-shop dining room. Tables 
and booths were pushed against them, and empty display cases were 
haphazardly arranged behind a long curved counter. The stale odor of ancient 
chili and grease still hung in the air. At both ends of the counter were 
passageways leading to the back room. I headed for the hall at the left. 

After a few steps, I was suddenly confronted by two figures in a passionate 
embrace. Even in the dark, I could see their bodies squirming, and their 
hands eagerly squeezing and pressing one another. Peering closer, I was able 
to see that they were both wearing skirts! As my eyes got accustomed to the 
dark, I recognized the two figures-Jodi and Dodie! Wow! I turned back, 
embarrassed, and headed for the passage at the opposite end of the room. 

"Hey, champ!" I heard a voice yell out from the other hallway. It was Mr. 
Oxman, waving my precious contract in one hand as he approached me. 

I glanced back toward the two girls, who had finally spotted me. They 
frantically tried to adjust their wrinkled clothing and messed-up hairdos 
and cover up their surprise and embarrassment. I ignored them and walked 
toward Mr. Oxman nonchalantly. 

"Where the hell have you been, superstar?" he bellowed, throwing one arm too 
warmly around my shoulders, hugging me tight. "So you're already acting the 
star-late for your own first business appointment." 

"Yeah, sorry about that," I apologized, pushing his arm off my back. "I got 
tied up at the last minute." 

"I'll bet," Mr. Oxman winked, looking down between my legs lasciviously. 
"Who was the lucky broad?" 

"Hey, is Violette's contract for real?" I changed the subject. 

"Kid, that contract must be one of the most phenomenal arrangements in the 
entire history of the Erotic Cinema! That old bag has got to be the most 
brilliant businesswoman I've ever heard of! This document is legal, all 
right, and she's the one and only major financial beneficiary of this three 
year investment in your potential box-office "talent!" 

"Three years!" I groaned. 

"Cary, I don't know if you really understand your position in these 
negotiations, but Violette La Fleur is a business executive first, and a 
woman much later-and baby, you're her newest interest!" 

"Financially, you mean?" I replied sarcastically. 

"Well, Violette obviously thinks you have definite box-office appeal, 
because this legal paper states in black and white that you are to receive a 
movie star salary, wage increases annually, top billing in All Starr 
featurettes, options for outside entertainment outlets, plus all expenses!" 
Mr. Oxman stared at me waiting for an overwhelming reaction. 

"It's going to be an experience, I tell you!" I remarked dryly. 

"My boy, with these three years of acting experience and exposure behind 
you, you'll certainly be ready for the legit theaters, and all these 
screaming, panting, and drooling youngsters out there will be waiting to see 
you in color Deluxe 70mm wide screen!" He eyed me excitedly. "So let's be 
realistic, man. Violette's a clever flesh peddler at heart and realized the 
power of Kiddie Kontrol, which is so prevalent in this country today. Those 
brats are the idiots with the bread!" 

"Three years," I mumbled unhappily to myself. 

"Listen, Prince Charming," Mr. Oxman continued, "I know you're dying to get 
back there and talk to the kids, but what I've got to say will only take a 
minute. Old buddy, you've just got to sign this contract right away! I mean, 
you can't afford to let another day pass-Miss La Fleur might have a change 
of heart." He laughed nervously. "To tell you the truth, I'm banking on your 
signature today, because I'm deeply committed already." 

"Deeply committed?" I repeated, puzzled. 

"Cary, look around you!" He grasped me by the shoulder and gestured proudly 
with one arm. 

"Yeah, I was meaning to ask you about this toilet! What the hell are we 
doing in-" 

"Of course, it doesn't look like much now," Mr. Oxman interrupted, sounding 
hurt, "but as an actor, can't you visualize this building as the new Movie 
Star Drama Academy's Theater in the Round?" 

I looked at the cluttered, dusty circular room and shrugged. 

"I'm sure Miss La Fleur will approve and financially support the plans I've 
outlined for this project, as long as her special baby is showcased with top 
billing in every one of our little theater productions." 

"Yeah, she's a real patron of the arts," I smirked. 

Mr. Oxman slapped me gently on the shoulders, chuckling nervously. He 
changed the subject. "I'm sure you'll be surprised and happy with another 
bit of news. I'm putting through a contract for your little friend Dodie to 
work here in the academy." 

"Dodie?" I tried to sound flabbergasted. 

"I thought you would like that," he winked like a conspirator. "It was 
really Mr. King who suggested that she was highly qualified to teach in our 
projected personal-improvement class and television-commercial workshop. You 
know, makeup, visual poise and wardrobe, posture and carriage, and acting 
techniques before the camera." 

I laughed uproariously. "Uh-huh, I've seen her credentials." 

"Everything's ready to roll as soon as you sign on the dotted line, 
lad-brochures, a photo call with Mr. King for publicity stills, and 
on-camera instruction for TV and motion pictures. Then we install complete 
video and tape recording equipment, et cetera, and the sky's the limit!" he 
ended grandly and a little out of breath. 

"It's so wonderful to be wanted," I remarked. 

"I can only repeat, Cary, you know who your friends are." Mr. Oxman smiled 
broadly, shoving a pen and the contract in my face. 

"Hi, muscles!" a loud, shrill voice sounded behind me. It was Dodie. She ran 
toward me with little mincing steps. "Surprise, surprise!" she gleefully 
shouted, winking at me as she threw her arms enthusiastically around my 
neck. 

Mr. Oxman looked over at her, unhappy with the interruption. 

"What do you know? It's forty-two, twenty-two, thirty-five," I cried, 
squeezing her familiar shape in a warm embrace. "Like, man, you know, I dig 
you working here at the school." 

"It's really weird how things turn out, huh?" she squealed in delight, her 
eyes running up and down my body with hungry lust. "Of course, I haven't 
signed Mr. Oxman's contract yet, but I sure could use the bread after that 
old fart got me fired at All Starr." 

"Yeah, what a bummer!" I sympathized. 

"You see, it's all up to you, young fella," Mr. Oxman intoned, beginning to 
sound plaintive and continuing to shove the paper and pen at me. 

Just then, a deep voice interrupted. It was Jodi. "Mr. Oxman, you're wanted 
on the telephone in the back room." 

"Jesus Christ!" Mr. Oxman whined in irritation as he hurried down the hall 
still holding the pen and the unsigned contract. 

"Congratulations, Cary," Jodi said frigidly. "I heard all about your 
successful 'audition' with her nibs," she smirked. "You know, Sherry still 
hasn't gotten over hers." 

"Yeah, I can imagine what a change it must have been for her," I countered, 
staring at her accusingly. 

Jodi laughed. "Don't eat your heart out, buster. Sherry's straight-and I 
ought to know!" 

"Thank God for small favors," I said. 

"Jodi, would you please excuse us for a moment?" Dodie pleaded. "I have 
something very important to discuss with Cary-before it's too late!" 

"Sure, honey," Jodi smiled, patting Dodie's ass affectionately. She turned 
to me. "You've already auditioned Dodie, stud, so don't keep everybody 
waiting." Jodi about-faced and walked briskly back down the hallway. 

"Dyke!" I muttered disgustedly. 

"I've only got a sec, handsome," Dodie said in exasperation, as she dragged 
me by the arm toward the passageway. "The rest of the crew are way in the 
back, but there's a place right here where we can talk without anybody 
hearing us," she went on, leading me down the hall and turning into a 
pitch-black area behind the backs of the stacked display cases and what 
looked like a thin wall divider. 

"Groovy-nice and dark." I followed approvingly. When we stopped in the 
darkness, I immediately pushed my hand down into her low-cut blouse, 
pressing and caressing the bra-less titties. 

"You bum!" Dodie flinched, trying desperately to stifle a giggle. "Someone 
will hear us, dodo!" 

"Good! Then we can have a wild sex orgy!" I laughed feeling blindly with my 
other hand beneath her tight skirt. As usual, she wore no panties, so I 
eagerly drove my stiff fingers into the moist softness. Dodie recoiled, 
caught unaware, as I impetuously twisted and probed inside the opening. 

"Jeez!" she gasped, trying to go on in a matter-of-fact tone of voice in 
spite of my frantic actions below. "It's supposed to be a surprise party for 
you in there, because Todd -I mean, Mr. Oxman-wanted to celebrate the 
signing of that rotten contract old mother-fucker Violette is baiting you 
with!" 

"No!" I answered melodramatically. "All for my little ole 'talent'?" 

"Oh, don't be a smart-assed punk, Cary!" Dodie pleaded, her body squirming 
as I scraped her clitoris back and forth with the fingers of one hand, while 
with the other, I kneaded the hard ripe nipples cresting her fleshy white 
mounds. She stammered on, "I'm just trying to tell it to you like it is, 
idiot! Once you sign that funkie paper, you'll just be another slave of that 
dirty old woman's profit and pleasure! Ask Millard if you don't-" 

"Feel that nice fat hardon coming on?" I interrupted, pulling my wet hand 
from between her trembling legs, reaching for one of her hands, and pressing 
it firmly against the swelling stiffness. "Do you think you can still handle 
nine inches of steel-hard cock?" 

"Okay, so you don't want to rap about what a man-eater that monster really 
is!" Dodie shrugged, a little irritated but unable to resist my temptations. 

"I'm only interested in cockeaters at this point!" I smirked, removing my 
sweating hand from her quivering breasts. 

All of a sudden, Dodie began tearing at the fly buttons bulging over my 
mammoth erection. Together, we yanked and tugged my immense sex machine 
through the opening in my fly. At last, Dodie held that taut loaded pole in 
a tight grip. Kneeling down, she moved her tongue all the way down my 
lengthy manhood, her nose buried deep in the mass of curly blond hair, her 
expert sucking filling my body with delightful sensations. 

"Oh, wow!" I tried to restrain myself, grabbing the back of her highly 
teased hairdo with both my hands, shoving her bobbing head down hard onto 
the generous endowment. "Lay it on me, baby. Suck it good and tight!" 

As her hands jacked up and down over the thick veined base, her tongue 
darted speedily over the sensitive cocktip, titillating my senses down to my 
quivering toes. I drove my pleasure-giving instrument upward and inward with 
abandon, filling up her warm, moist mouth and throat. 

At that exact moment, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Oxman rushing past in the 
dim light of the hall, the contract still clutched in his hand. Without 
interrupting Dodie's intense sex play below, I leaned forward, ready to grab 
Mr. Oxman on his return. A minute later, as he hurried back, I reached out 
and clutched his arm roughly, yanking him forcibly into the darkness beside 
us. 

"Oooooh!" he yelped in fright as he struggled to break away from my grip. 

"It's only me-Cary!" I reassured him, amused at his panic. "And Dodie." 

"You son of a bitch!" he blurted out, then, calming down, he went on, "I 
mean, my boy, don't ever do that again! My heart, you know." 

Just then, Dodie gagged and almost urped as I shoved my entire thick shaft 
in so far it seemed to hit the back of palate. 

"What are you two up to?" Mr. Oxman questioned coyly. 

"We're celebrating the future signing of that 'fantastic' contract in our 
own way, and if you want me to really sign it, you better join the party!" I 
threatened, pushing Dodie's fevered mouth off my pulsing hotness and turning 
her toward Mr. Oxman. "Dodie, honey, go get him!" 

Mr. Oxman gasped in shock as Dodie unzipped his trousers and went to work. 

Without further ado, I felt for Dodie's waist and hoisting her pelvis upward 
to meet my giant dick, I aimed my straining cannon at the heavenly target 
tucked underneath Dodie's chunky behind. "What a pussy!" I commented 
contentedly, driving homeward crazily. The combination of sensations-the 
darkness, Mr. Oxman's panting, the noisy party in the back room, and Dodie's 
pulsating pocket-almost sent up my first heavy load of seething seed without 
further stimulation. 

"Oh, you beautiful child," I heard Mr. Ox-man croon. "I'm afraid I shan't be 
able to take this much longer." 

"Don't come already, for Christ's sake," I warned angrily, removing my 
pulsing hose from the trembling warm haven of Dodie's twat. She whimpered 
unhappily. Without a word, I grabbed her shivering body, turned her 
completely around so that her head faced my groin again, and pushed her onto 
my drooling staff one more time. I sighed in ecstasy as her professional 
cocksucking know-how took over. 

Mr. Oxman let out a sigh of relief. 

"If you're ready to come, Oxman, do it in Dodie's hole right now. You can't 
miss it!" I explained as if he were a schoolboy. 

Meanwhile, Dodie's mouth was tightening down as she waggled her head from 
side to side in a mad frenzy. At the same time, her hands kneaded and 
caressed my loosely hanging testicles firmly. 

"There's nothing like doing it in a cunt after somebody else has already 
filled it with jizz. It's always so good and squishy!" I bragged. 

Mr. Oxman was making noises like an exploding steam engine. "I'm sorry, 
kids, it's too late. I can't stop this thing! I'm going to have a climax." 
And without even touching Dodie, poor old Oxman came off, yelping in a 
high-pitched staccato. 

"Come, man, come!" I coaxed, as I strained to join his gratification, and 
drove wildly and unrestrainably into Dodie's gurgling throat, the moist 
mouth completely devouring my tearing monstrosity. "Go ahead do it-do it!" 

"Dear God, it's too much for me," Oxman moaned, gasping and panting 
uncontrollably. There was a squirting sound like a Coke bottle being opened 
and then several wet plops hit the floor. Everything was silent for a minute 
except for Mr. Oxman's loud breathing. 

"Are you all right, Mr. Oxman?" I asked, a little frightened that he might 
have a heart attack. 

"Yes! Oh, yes, yes indeed!" Mr. Oxman answered weakly, still breathing 
heavily. "You two just go on without me." Finally, he sank to the ground 
with a thud! 

At this exact moment, I saw Jodi pass by down the dimly lit hallway, her 
arms folded tightly under her huge bosom. 

Feeling evil, I pushed Dodie's mouth off my palpitating joint, and lifting 
her by the shoulders to a standing position, I turned her around till she 
faced the hallway. As Jodi walked by again, I shoved Dodie straight at her. 
Dodie shrieked in surprise as she fell into Jodi's arms. Together, they 
almost stumbled onto the floor. 

Trying to keep a straight face, I stepped out of the pitch blackness, 
grabbed Dodie by the arm, and scolded her in mock severity. "We're not 
through with you yet!" Jodi's eyes focused unbelievingly on my glistening 
penis, looming threateningly before her. Pretending to ignore her, I pulled 
Dodie back into the orgy area. 

"Just a minute, buster!" Jodi announced gruffly, grabbing hold of Dodie's 
other arm and yanking her back. "What do you mean, 'we'?" She squinted into 
the mysterious dark bypass. 

"Didn't you hear? Mr. Oxman and I are 'auditioning' for a new leading lady 
in my first motion picture under All Starr's banner. You know, Violette 
likes 'em young and busty!" I lied, glancing down at Jodi's huge bosom. 
"Whoever the lucky broad might be!" I added temptingly, then began to drag 
Dodie back in with me. 

"Not so fast, stud!" Jodi continued, pulling Dodie back once more. "You mean 
Mr. Oxman is in there somewhere?" she questioned, her homely face lighting 
up with surprise. "Well, blondie here has already been tested and discarded, 
so what about this chick?" She pointed to her own big orbs, still watching 
my stiff "talent" pulsing regularly. 

"You know where we're auditioning," I replied, jerking my thumb toward the 
dark and dragging poor passive Dodie back into my den of iniquity. 

"What do I have to do in there to audition?" Jodi grimaced, following me 
hesitantly. 

"First thing is not to walk on Mr. Oxman," I remarked dryly. "He's flat on 
his ass, recuperating between rounds." 

"Todd-telephone! Todd-come out wherever you are!" a high-pitched voice 
chirped from the back, and then sounded closer. 

Except for Mr. Oxman's heavy wheezing, we didn't make a sound as the girl 
passed by. It was Sherry! We all sighed a relief as we recognized her, with 
those voluptuous titties swaying loosely under her flimsy jacket and that 
long brunette hair flowing gracefully down her back. 

"Sherry!" Jodi exclaimed abruptly, stepping suddenly out of our sex den. 

Sherry jumped in fright, but when she recognized Jodi, her eyes flashed with 
anger. "For God's sake! With friends like you, who needs enemies!" 

Jodi laughed. "Oxman's in there with Cary and Dodie." She pointed an 
accusing finger. "What do you want him for?" 

Sherry answered nervously. "Oh, because Miss Violette La Fleur's private 
secretary is waiting on the phone." She was obviously impressed. 

"Violette?" Jodi's face lit up. "Listen, sweets, I'll take care of the call, 
because they're all hung up in there auditioning promising starlets for All 
Starr's nudie goddess of love!" 

"They are?" Sherry drooled, staring inquisitively into our hideout. "Golly, 
is anybody eligible?" 

"Sure! You said you'd do anything to be in the 'glamour and glitter of the 
movie world.' Well, this is where it's at!" With that, Jodi shoved Sherry 
into our murky little love-in, then ran down the passageway toward the back. 

Sherry let out a startled cry as she stumbled into my lusty hug, and tried 
to back away as she felt the pressure of my naked hardon. 

"Hi, Venus, it's only little me-Cary!" I reassured her, my hands hungrily 
caressing her shapely young form. "Jodi's not putting you on, pet, the 
skin-flick adultdom would go out of their minds to see your 'sexciting' lush 
body projected on the silver screen!" 

"No bullshitting, green eyes, you're hearing it straight from the horse's 
mouth," Dodie interrupted, breaking up our snug hold by deliberately pushing 
her hands between our squashed bodies. She cupped Sherry's trembling boobs 
greedily. 

I groaned with annoyance as Sherry gasped, perplexed and embarrassed. 

"Take it from this superstar," Dodie went on, her fingers busily tearing at 
the buttons on the front of Sherry's jacket, "with recommendations from both 
of us to Mr. King and Violette, you'll automatically become the reigning sex 
symbol of the porno-film industry! Right, muscles?" 

"Uh-huh, so don't blow it, gorgeous," I warned in mock seriousness, as I 
felt in the dark for the zipper to Sherry's pants. "From here, it's clear 
sailing to skin fame and fortune!" 

"How can you help but dig that?" Dodie sounded zealous, meanwhile 
frantically tearing the jacket off Sherry's unresisting arms. "Just 
think-your heavenly body rocketed outa orbit to the pinnacle of full-fledged 
stage-cinema queen!" 

"And Violette doesn't hassle with actresses who have any sexual copouts or 
hangups!" I went on earnestly, yanking down on Sherry's underpants. "Get her 
warmed up for the screen test, Dodie!" I ordered in a businesslike tone, as 
I disrobed myself in a frenzy. 

"Yes, sir!" Dodie replied dutifully, and went to work. 

"Cary!" Sherry pleaded, as Dodie's hungry tongue drove into her tender, 
unspoiled pussy, licking and lapping wildly. 

By now, I was completely naked, and nestled my standing stiffness into the 
warm, soft cleft of Sherry's quivering buttocks. At the same time, I reached 
around and caressed her fleshy shivering globes. 

"Cary, I haven't done anything since that time..." Sherry tried to explain, 
her voice wavering with uncertainty. 

I brushed my lips across her cheek, and interrupting her confession, glued 
my mouth on hers, tongue kissing hard and sensuously. 

Mr. Oxman's annoying puffing continued as an obbligato to our three-way 
orgy. 

At last, Sherry pulled her mouth from mine, gasping for breath. "What are 
you two sex fiends doing to me?" she choked, as Dodie went on sucking 
noisily, and my thick fullness snuggled closer than ever between the moist 
wobbling cheeks of her ass. I dug my fingers farther into her hot 
balloon-like mounds. 

"That's enough, Dodie! I think she's ready now for the big and important 
test!" I ordered excitedly, whirling Sherry's languid and willing torso 
around to face me. Encircling her small waist, I shoved my immense cock 
directly into the yielding liquid-slick tunnel, steering myself upward in 
one long, straight thrust! "Oh, honey, together-tighter and tighter!" 

Sherry clutched me almost frantically. "That thing's too damn huge for me!" 
she wailed in pain. "Take it out!" 

"Shut up!" I snapped in my usual chivalrous manner. "You wanted to be a 
movie star, didn't you? Well, this is the way you break into the big time!" 
I panted, continuing to plow unmercifully through her spreading canal, the 
throbbing and rapturous sensations completely enveloping my burrowing tool. 

Just then, Mr. Oxman came to life. Dodie was making the best of things by 
going to work on him again. "What? Oh, no, not another time, Dodie! Dear 
girl, you'll be the death of me yet!" 

"What d'ya mean?" Dodie snorted. "Knock off the rap session and just keep it 
up!" she commanded. 

Meanwhile, "back at the ranch," I hoisted Sherry's shivering frame upward 
with one mighty heave so that her wide-flung hips straddled me. Then I 
juggled her shuddering pelvis till I felt the hot flesh of her vagina 
stretching wider to engulf my pleasure-giving prick clear down to its 
rock-hard base. 

"Please stop for a minute!" Sherry sobbed in distress, her legs wound around 
my behind, her arms hanging listlessly over my sweating shoulders, and her 
hips bucking against my thrusting sex machine. 

"Relax, babe, because we're going to be here a long time with this try-out!" 
I replied with enjoyment, rocking her bouncing figure back and forth in a 
mighty bear hug, my hairy chest pressing into her moist round orbs. A 
flowing stream of overspreading sensual feeling flooded my balls, with an 
overwhelming urge to shoot my love juice straight into her squeezing target. 

"Oh, darling, it's happening again like..." Sherry stammered with each 
hammering blow from my slippery loaded cannon. "Oh, I love you so 
much-really I do! Kiss me-now!" she begged, and clenched her arms around my 
neck. 

Her legs were still locked tensely under my straining hold. 

"You're a winner, baby!" I sweet-talked, as we crushed our mouths together 
like two maniacs in a lustful delirium. I made a contented noise in my 
throat as her body jerked and convulsed. Her contracting muscles seemed to 
send thrill after thrill up my fiery lance, its soaking erection all ready 
to spiral doses of gooey semen into her. 

"Beautiful, Venus, just beautiful!" I choked into her ear, my pulsating 
shaft driving easily through the flushing barrel with all my strength and 
virility. "Go, girl, go!" I shouted crazily. 

From below, I could hear Mr. Oxman moaning along with Dodie. 

"I'm going to die-I know it!" Mr. Oxman moaned in one long ecstasy. 

"Sock it to me, pops! I could bounce on this thing till the cows come home," 
Dodie rejoiced, as they both came off at once, groaning and gasping like two 
animals in heat! 

Suddenly, there were loud voices from the front of the building. Then we 
heard a familiar voice bawling with annoyance, "Where the shit are the 
lights in this joint anyway?" 

My God, not Violette! I thought to myself, a little frightened at the 
thought. 

"Mr. Oxman is trying to save on the electricity," I distinctly heard Jodi's 
low-pitched whisper, "They're here somewhere, Miss La Fleur." 

Without warning, the overhead lights went on, brilliantly illuminating our 
little orgy corner. We were momentarily blinded by the all-encompassing 
whiteness. As I slowly regained my eyesight, I could make out several 
figures standing in the passageway. The sound of excited chattering voices 
drew closer from the back. After a few blinks, my eyes cleared enough to see 
Violette La Fleur staring furiously into our Sodom and Gomorrah. Beside her, 
pretending to be shocked, stood Millard, Homer, and Jodi. Behind them, a 
group of gawking students from the school party in the back room gaped 
dumb-eyed at our sex lair. 

"Hi, Violette, what's new?" I stammered, trying to sound nonchalant, as I 
took in her silvery blonde hair piled stiff and high with curls, her gaudy 
jewelry sparkling in the bright light and her body wrapped richly in a 
full-length chinchilla coat. She was really dressed up for our party! 

"This is certainly an unexpected pleasure, Miss La Fleur," Mr. Oxman whined 
lamely as he struggled to push Dodie off his sprawled-out form. 

"Violette La Fleur!" Sherry exclaimed in awe as she unraveled herself from 
my strong grip. There was a powerful "popping" sound as my slippery cock 
sprung loose from Sherry's drooling twat. 

Everyone gasped in astonishment at the sight of my glistening monstrosity, 
palpitating in midair. 

"Good God, you asshole idiot!" Violette screamed at Mr. Oxman. "This is a 
helluva note! Using my 'crown prince of the nudies' for your personal 
classroom instruction." 

"They were just auditioning me for your nudie goddess of love," Sherry 
explained, ill-at-ease, as she hastily tried to pull her clothes back on 
under the penetrating glances of her fellow classmates, making sure that 
Violette first got a good look at her youthful nakedness. 

"I wonder where I dropped my note pad. This coaching of beginners sure takes 
a lot out of one," Dodie explained unconvincingly, as she stood up, pulling 
her miniskirt lower, trying unsuccessfully to cover the streaks of come 
running down from her damp patch. 

"I thought we got rid of Jell-0 brains," Violette interrupted. She spoke 
directly to Homer, looking coldly through Dodie as if she didn't exist. 

"I'll make a special notation to speak to Mr. King," Homer answered 
prissily. 

"I want you to know you're definitely on my shit list, Oxman," Violette 
roared, pointing one heavily bracelet arm at him. "How bizarre can you get?" 

"Nasty old man!" Homer simpered, watching Mr. Oxman frantically trying to 
zip up his messy fly. 

"Just hand me the signed contract and I'll forget about this miserable 
incident," Violette continued, still raging. 

"The contract! Oh, my goodness!" Mr. Oxman shouted in fear as he looked 
around the room desperately. "I had it right here in my hand, when..." He 
stopped short, felt between, his legs, and finally produced several wet, 
crumpled sheets of paper, the printed matter smeared and blurred with 
blotches of white, stringy jizz. 

Everyone gasped, horrified, then turned in unison toward Violette. 

"Out of here! Everybody clear out of this joint!" Violette shrieked, her 
bejeweled arms waving wildly and her heavily lashed eyes fluttering in 
anger. "Homer, you and Millard see that Cary and I aren't disturbed until I 
open the front door." 

"Yes, madam," Homer answered obediently, and joined Millard in shoving 
everyone toward the door. 

"You blabbermouth!" Sherry turned on Jodi as they marched away. "Now you've 
ruined everything for Cary-" 

"Shit heel is the word for Jodi!" I called after them, as they vanished from 
sight. 

"And I thought we were going to be such good friends, Jodi. You female 
Benedict Arnold!" I could hear Dodie saying disgustedly as she disappeared 
down the passageway. 

"Don't get pissed off at me, honey," Jodi answered defiantly. "Violette 
asked me to keep my eye on that All American schmuck..." 

The door slammed, and Violette and I were alone, facing each other silently. 
Her mascaraed eyes blinked nervously, then narrowed with lust as they 
focused on my shiny monumental "talent." 

"Why do you insist on getting involved with those mickeymouse chicks, 
darling, when you have me?" Violette cooed in a syrupy tone of voice, slowly 
letting her fur coat drop to the floor, revealing her full-length, 
form-fitting white satin dress. "You're the only one who treats me like 
this, you know that?" she whimpered, removing her sparkling diamond 
necklace, bracelets, and earrings, one by one. "My knockers are riper than 
those babies any day!" she bragged, unzipping the back of her dress. 

I watched her without moving. 

"Oh, I get it," she went on, by now a little annoyed at my silence, kicking 
her pumps to the side and letting her dress drip to the ground. "You want 
more goodies in your contract," she laughed, unfastening her huge bra, her 
tremendous siliconed tits bouncing voluptuously up and down. "You don't 
realize it, stud, but I've already got too much invested in our future, and 
I'm no fool. Being around me is a full-time job, I know," she winked, 
licking her lips, as her eyes feasted on the sight of my throbbing, fleshy 
piece of meat. Finally, pushing down her panties, Violette sidled over, her 
hips swaying sexily. 

I gulped as I felt my eyes riveting on the thick, furry mound between her 
heavy legs. 

"Why don't you say something, sweetheart?" Violette asked as she stood 
behind me, rubbing the soft fluffy hairs of her groin against my rump. She 
pressed her two enormous bare breasts against my back, and, reaching around 
with one hand, began jacking off my upright joint. 

I bit my lip, forcing myself not to utter a sound of satisfaction as her 
pistonlike action spread a tingling sensation through my crotch. 

"I just might marry you and keep you full time, plus save myself a lot of 
dough, too," she laughed nervously, her other hand squeezing my bulky 
shoulder tightly. "Who knows, I might even throw in a little bonus here and 
there," she kidded. 

Still, I kept my mouth shut and tried not to show the tantalizing thrills 
that were passing from her jerking hand through my body. Then, as she leaned 
flat against my back, she pumped roughly up and down on my massive hotness 
with both hands. 

Violette sighed petulantly. "What does my big beautiful creature want 
anyway.-besides that contract-to make it legal?" she questioned 
coquettishly. Her hands left my pride and joy, as she ran her fingers 
eagerly over my thickly matted chest. 

"A brand-new sports car, my own credit cards for clothes, food, and gas, and 
ten grand in cash!" I finally answered coldly. 

I could feel Violette's long nails digging into my flesh, betraying her 
shock. Then she relaxed and shrugged. "Like I said, brains, muscles, and 
being hung, too, is a real rarity." 

"Business is business, baby." I tried to sound hard and swung around to face 
her, my colossal hardon waving temptingly. "I'm only in this rat race for 
the money and fame, so I've got what you want and you've got what I need. 
Now let's make a deal-not sign a contract- and we'll shake on it." I 
extended my hand toward her. 

"I'd rather 'lay' on it," Violette winked, licking her lips as she took in 
that taut shiny pillar, one hand resting on her swelling hip. 

I laughed as I walked over to the coat she had dropped to the floor, spread 
it out fully with the expensive chinchilla side facing up, and motioned for 
Violette to lie down. "Pleasure before business, I always say." 

"Does this mean I can't wear white at our wedding?" Violette wisecracked, 
tiptoeing over happily. Sprawling on her back, her arms folded behind her 
head, her legs spread wide, she eyed me expectantly, waiting for my attack. 

"Here's to a successful and profitable union," I remarked like a businessman 
completing a deal. I grabbed her ankles, lifting her feet high into the air, 
and pushed her knees back until they bent and rested over her huge bosoms. 
Violette let out a loud grunt, her face contorted and flushed beet red. 
Leaning over her upraised buttocks, I gazed directly into her exposed pubic 
mound. The soft pink-lipped flesh of her vagina seemed to open in 
anticipation. 

"You're really original, I'll say that for you," Violette panted, trying to 
ignore the discomfort of her position. Her knees were now resting beyond her 
shoulders. 

I laughed under my breath, as I dipped my probing tongue into the long warm 
slit, the wiry platinum hairs tickling the edge of my moving wetness. 
Violette sighed with contentment as my lips gently nibbled and pulled on her 
rubbery extended clitoris. Spreading her crevice wider with my fingers, I 
tongued deeper into the pulsing dampness, sweeping around the walls and into 
the flexing tunnel. 

"You're sending me right up to the ceiling, kid," Violette puffed 
distraughtly. 

Reaching down with my hands under her waist, I heaved her entire body upward 
so that her legs straddled my shoulders. Violette groaned with the effort, 
as she was forced to hold her whole torso up with the weight of her carcass 
resting entirely on her elbows. Her crotch was sandwiched into my face as I 
ate her furry pussy with gusto, my nose breathing deeply of the hairy bush 
covering her snatch. 

Later, I switched signals, and grabbing her spongy fanny, I raised it still 
higher into the air until her rosy rectum faced my open mouth. 

"Do you like to be fucked in the ass?" I asked. Not waiting for an answer, I 
lapped greedily into her tight but yielding, hair-encircled asshole with a 
clean sweep of my searing tongue. "I'm blowing my mind out over your body!" 
I gasped as I came up for air. 

Then I let her rear slide down until her moist palpitating anus met the tip 
of my round bulbous cocktip. For just an instant, we touched. Electricity 
seemed to spark between us. 

"Don't stop now, you adorable peach!" Violette murmured amorously, wiggling 
her soft buns, begging for my stiff entry. 

Without further persuasion, I launched my enormous peter solidly in a 
plunging breakthrough. Violette's tight slackness was torn wide-open by my 
ruthless thrust. She shrieked in pain and surprise as I drove viciously 
homeward! All the way to the very bottom of her violated guts! 

I yelled in glee, and at the same time, rammed several fingers down into her 
open cunt. Barbarously, I twisted and churned my hand inside the moist twat, 
while pumping with abandon into her chunky behind, my loose-hanging 
testicles hitting her posterior with soft thuds. 

"You're driving me out of my frigging mind!" Violette cried crazily, her 
trembling arms folded over her head. "You're like some kind of wild animal!" 

"You're so damn tight down there, I'm ready to explode!" I growled, 
withdrawing my throbbing pole from her abused anus, the heightened sensation 
almost discharging my precious love juice. Then, I pulled back and fell 
forward with all my weight over her doubled-up body. Her legs squashed 
between the two of us, my massive rod easily pushing back into her 
widespread damp patch. I resumed pounding away in a kind of savage fury. 

Violette sank her long fingernails into my perspiring neck and crushed her 
avid mouth to mine with animal passion. I reached down with my hands, 
gripped her velvety rear end, and twisted my pelvis against her shuddering 
buttocks like a mad dog in heat. In a final burst of mounting pleasure, I 
dug my toes into the soft fur coat for leverage as I ground into her with 
all my strength in a slow, languorous rhythm, the rising urge to shoot my 
seething cargo only minutes away. 

Once again, and just in time, I pulled my still loaded cannon from 
Violette's steamy hotness, and swinging my body completely around hers, I 
knelt over her head, my pulsing sex machine just inches from her gaping 
mouth. Violette couldn't help crying out in disappointment as her trembling 
legs fell back limp onto the chinchilla coat, but she didn't waste a second 
missing out on her new opportunity. Her lips swallowed my lengthy hard shaft 
all the way to the base in one massive gulp. 

Falling over her sprawled-out torso, my head landed in her thickly matted 
pussy. I dove into her glistening vagina, tonguing through the soft folds 
and under the hair-covered lips of her warm slickness. Stroke for stroke, we 
ate heartily of each other's privates, savoring the delicious juices with 
lustful relish. 

In minutes, our sighs became rapturous groans, our bobbing movements became 
more violent, and then both our bodies grew rigid and tense. We both reached 
our long-delayed climax at the same instant. I pushed my thrusting hose with 
one final heave into Violette's gagging throat, as her pumping groin shoved 
upward in one final gesture of sensual submission. 

Freely and enormously, we spewed out endless streams of creamy fluid into 
each other's mouths. Downward and on and on, I seemed to ejaculate 
convulsively into Violette's welcoming warm mouth. The gushing come from her 
spurting cavern seemed as if it would never cease, as her orgasmic flow ran 
down my chin and over her shuddering crotch. 

Much later, scarcely able to lift myself, I fell off Violette's steamy body 
onto the torn and pummeled fur wrap, in a heavy stupor. We both lay still, 
panting and moaning, gasping for breath. I was completely drained, unable to 
move a muscle. 

But I could still think, and my mind was in a whirl. I felt that at last a 
kind of contract between us had been officially signed, sealed, and 
delivered. Not written out maybe, but as real as the weight and length of my 
cock in Violette's cunt. I knew now that she'd do anything for me! 

But in the triumph of the moment, I forgot all the warnings, forgot that any 
contract between me and Violette La Fleur would inevitably end up as my "own 
steel trap." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sprawled out in the depths of an oversized black leather couch, a batch of 
girlie magazines scattered about me, I sat brooding, hardly hearing the 
blasting rock music that pounded out of the gigantic hi-fi phonograph (an 
expensive stereo, color TV, and tape recorder combination). I gazed in 
lackluster fashion around the luxuriously furnished playroom: the polished 
mahogany curved bar and soda fountain; championship-sized billiard and 
Ping-Pong tables; refrigerator and electric range; a genuine juke box; a 
large projection area seating fifty, complete with vanishing projector and 
screen. 

I smiled ruefully to myself, thinking about how Oxman and the kids from 
school would feel if they could see their only genuine graduate "superstar" 
in reality: married to the "one and only" Miss Violette La Fleur (a 
well-preserved, but violently jealous old bag); an overnight sensation 
featured in the entire release of All Starr's costly nudie productions (my 
"talent" was bringing Violette more profitable deals than ever before, so 
much so, that no one was allowed to see or talk to her "exhausted" 
moneymaker); living (imprisoned) in "her" baronial hilltop mansion (alone, 
except for Violette's trusty spies, Millard and Homer, both enviously 
waiting for my career to collapse through overexposure of my expensive 
carcass). 

Bored and tired of playing with my now famous piece of meat, I was ready and 
ripe to dump Violette and the whole pornie industry for one fresh, juicy 
young piece of ass-like Dodie or Sherry! 

My broodings were interrupted by a loud commotion in the entrance hall. It 
drew closer; then the door opened, and Violette rushed in, followed as usual 
by Homer and Millard. 

"Oh, my beautiful baby!" Violette ran over, throwing her arms around me with 
exaggerated affection, making with little love pecks all over my face. Homer 
and Millard glanced at each other knowingly. "Has my big, handsome loverboy 
been horny for his new bride all this time?" she asked coquettishly, 
unpinning a large ivory felt picture hat from her platinum-blonde hair. 

"Where the hell have you been anyway?" I asked brusquely. "What do you think 
I am-some kind of a dog that sits around waiting till you decide to come 
home?" 

"My poor gorgeous man of the house! He misses his sweet mommie so much," she 
cooed with phony sympathy, meanwhile carefully checking her overmade-up face 
in the mirror from her small jeweled handbag. "Please don't talk that way, 
darling. I'm working my precious ass off for both of us, and I've got to 
make all that extra dough while you're still hot!" 

"I'm hot, all right," I exclaimed, rubbing my crotch. "I could fuck a duck!" 

"We've got some terrific news to tell you, Mr. La Fleur-uh, I mean, Cary," 
Homer interrupted, ignoring my horniness and smiling sarcastically. 

"Sweetheart, listen to this," Violette exclaimed. "We just came from a 
preview of your last two flicks-The Long Creamy Trail and Tall, Blonde, and 
Hung-and they were masterpieces!" 

"I hate to admit it, but they are brilliant enough to win the coveted 
Erotica Grand Prize this year at Oslo," Homer remarked condescendingly, 
glancing down at the big swell in my jeans. 

Violette turned to Homer and corrected him in a businesslike tone. "With my 
husband's first-rate performance and Mr. King's lushly mounted production, I 
don't know why we can't walk off with Best Actor and Best Director, too!" 
she laughed crazily, rubbing her jeweled hands together till they jingled. 

"What the shit are you two drooling about?" I asked, a little irritated 
since I wasn't even involved in their two-way conversation. 

"The International Erotica Film Festival held every year in Norway, of 
course," Homer replied abruptly, annoyed at my interruption. 

"Lover," Violette sighed, speaking slowly like a mother to a child, "it's 
the modern pornie-cinema event of the year, held in true international 
style, in a giant pavilion the size of a football field. It's attended by 
every skin-flick maker, film buff, foreign director, and scads of buyers and 
sellers scouting talent for their individual banners." Violette looked off 
into space, smiling dreamily. She could already see us accepting the 
multiple awards. 

"It's really a 'tres ultra' atmosphere, Cary," Homer went on, turning toward 
me for a minute. "You know, the international jet set, 
black-tie-and-limousine crowd." He turned back to Violette and began 
discussing business again. "Are we going to have an unlisted phone number 
this time, madam? I do detest those sordid offers of bribes, all that 
lobbying and back-stabbing just in hopes of getting your official vote." 

"Yes, it is a bore," Violette answered dramatically. "Of course, reviewing 
five hundred nude films in two weeks is rather exhausting." 

"Five hundred dirty pictures?" I exclaimed, scratching my lengthy bulge in 
excitement. 

"Yes, it is a revolting number, isn't it?" Homer grinned, glancing down at 
my moving hand. "I get so sick of it all, I could just puke!" 

"That's why I insist that you not see a single soul and simply rest to 
conserve your precious energies for a big awards ceremony, sexpot," Violette 
drooled, kissing me on the forehead. 

"Well, pet, I've got to buzz off in our helicopter to my beauty farm. I've 
invited five of the lady jurors on the Film Festival Selection Committee to 
be my guests-a producer, director, playwright, film critic, and press agent. 
Honey, we've got a lot of competition from all over the world, so you see, 
I've a lot of wheeling and dealing to do at my goodwill center. Talk to you 
later, loverboy," Violette said as she gave me a hasty open-mouthed kiss. 

"Is Jo-d-i meeting you there or what?" Homer enunciated loudly, making sure 
that I heard correctly. 

"Jodi?" I exploded with hatred. "What's that throat-cutting bulldyke got to 
do with us?" 

"Sweetness," Violette explained patiently, "Homer needs an assistant now 
that all our multimillion-dollar deals are coming to a head at the same 
time. Besides, I can't drag Homer around an exclusive woman's beauty farm, 
for Christ's sake!" 

"Why not? They wouldn't have anything to worry about," I remarked cattily. 

Homer looked over coldly, raised one eyebrow, and pursed his lips. "Shall I 
ask LeRoy to come in now?" he asked Violette in a poisonous undertone. 

"LeRoy?" I questioned, puzzled. 

"Oh, haven't you met LeRoy yet?" Homer asked in mock surprise. "Didn't you 
know Violette has only one living relative? He's the closest thing to her 
heart-next to you, of course-and he's her twin." 

"Twin?" I shouted, flabbergasted.: "That's right," Violette chimed in 
sweetly. "Yes, beloved, I've got a wonderful surprise for you. Your 
loneliness hurts me so much that I've brought you some new company-my very 
own twin brother-the one most dearest thing God left me in this cruel world 
of dog eat dog." She sighed dramatically. "We're late now, doll. Homer and I 
must dash, so Millard will introduce you two. I'll call you on the hour 
every hour," she smiled as she blew kisses on her way out. Homer scuttled 
out close behind her. 

"But Violette, what about..." I called too late. They disappeared through 
the door. 

Millard looked at me and smiled mischievously. "I'll send in your playmate, 
sir." He started for the door, then stopped short, turned, and for just an 
instant, sounded completely sincere. "Oh, by the way, pal, for your 
information, LeRoy could be your key out of this prison!" Then he closed the 
door, and I was left alone-waiting. 

Almost immediately, I heard a shrill high-pitched voice in the hallway. 
"Where's it at? Where's my big surprise box?" Startled by the aggressive 
sound, I stood up to receive my "beloved" new brother-in-law. The door flew 
open and in stepped LeRoy! 

I stared, fascinated at how much he looked like Violette, complete with 
platinum white hair pulled up into a smooth, stiff, and shiny coiffure. His 
popping eyes, bulging from a heavy jowly baby pink face, gazed lustfully 
down at my protruding fly. I tried to keep a straight face and not laugh at 
his plump figure squeezed grotesquely into a gaudy mod ensemble. His wrists 
and hands were bejewelled and glittering, his shoes glistening patent 
leather pumps. The odor of cheap cologne surrounded him. 

"At last, the gods have touched me," LeRoy swooned happily, as he dashed 
toward me, his well-manicured hands reaching shamelessly for their 
predestined target-my prize package! I gasped in spite of myself as his head 
rammed with a thud into my stomach. His fingers began busily tearing away at 
the buttons on my fly. Caught offguard, I fell backward, almost plunging 
over the top of the couch. 

"You old bastard! What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled, more 
startled than angry, as I strained to recover my balance on the tilting 
sofa. 

Ignoring my protest, LeRoy frantically ripped open the last buttonhole, 
desperately pulling and yanking my dangling penis toward his seeking lips. 

"I said, let go-you fuck'n creep!" I ordered, getting really annoyed, 
holding on to the back of the divan to keep it upright. At the same time 
with my other free hand, I pounded hard on LeRoy's burrowing head. 

Inevitably, the sofa keeled over backward, throwing both of us onto the 
floor in a heap. My butt had hardly hit bottom before LeRoy's grasping mouth 
was swallowing my fleshy prick all the way to its thick base, his nose 
smashing into the hairiness on my belly. The smooth, warm feeling of his 
moving tongue sent sensuous feelings through my horny shaft. 

"Get off, goat head! Didn't you hear me?" I yelled, acting very angry, 
grabbing his sticky lacquered hairdo with my fists and pulling upward with 
all my strength. 

LeRoy released his sucking hold, and looked up quizzically. "You're hurting 
me, you big turd!" he whined unhappily. "You better behave yourself, 
muttonhead, or I'll let my big sister hear about this." Then he grabbed my 
rigid hardon, and went back to work with gusto. 

Really mad now, I raised my two hands and brought them down hard against 
LeRoy's big pink ears, the palms making a "popping" sound. LeRoy suddenly 
became very still. He was in obvious pain. And then without warning, he bit 
down hard on my erect cock still in his mouth. I screamed in agony. 

LeRoy pulled away and scrambled backward on his hands and knees, terrified, 
as he held his ears protectively with his pale soft hands. "You'll pay for 
that, you oversized numbskull. I guess you still don't realize you're our 
property now, and you must service us both any time we need it!" he 
sniveled. 

"We'll see about that, you nelly faggot!" I sneered, getting up, and, in 
spite of the pain in my groin, hobbling over to the telephone. "I'll just 
call my dear wife and find out what this shit is all about anyway." As I 
reached for the receiver, I felt the impact of a hard solid object strike 
against the side of my head and bounce onto the floor. I grabbed my temple, 
stunned, as I watched the cue ball from the pool table bounce and roll away. 
I couldn't believe it, but I could see a trickle of blood running down my 
fingers. 

"You better behave yourself, now, young fella, or I'll have to rough you up 
and throw you out like Dodie," LeRoy threatened, making nervous gestures as 
he backed up toward the door. "You're only merchandise-a piece of meat for 
sale-and don't forget it!" 

"Why, you perverted fat slob, who in the hell do you think you're talking 
to-some idiot?" I rushed at him, reaching out for his throat. LeRoy yelped 
in panic as he reached for the doorknob. I pushed his body against the door, 
and he slammed into it with a loud crash, his head cracking the paneling and 
his false teeth popping out of his mouth onto the floor. LeRoy groaned in 
fright and pain, as I turned the key in the lock and hid it securely in the 
pocket of my jeans. 

As LeRoy looked for some other way to escape, I grabbed him by the back of 
his sequined jacket, twirled him around, and forced him to drop to his knees 
between my outspread legs. "You want to eat some joint- well, here's what 
you've been waiting for. All nine inches, too!" I snarled, pushing his head 
down onto my rigid "talent" and pumping in and out of his toothless raw gums 
in savage lust. LeRoy tried to shove me away as I continued to drive my 
pleasure-giving staff farther and deeper into his slobbering mouth. 

After a couple of minutes, I pulled my pole out. LeRoy gasped for air as his 
delicate hands clasped his throat. Grabbing the seat of his flimsy trousers, 
I ripped the material and lifted LeRoy straight up from the ground. As his 
slacks tore wide open, his white chunky ass was exposed through the opening. 

"So you want to have sex with me, eh?" I smirked, clutching the back of his 
jacket and forcibly dragging him across the room to the Ping-Pong table. 
Holding the back of his coat, and reaching with my other hand underneath his 
round buttocks, I lifted LeRoy up into the air and tossed him across the top 
of the table like a sack, his head crashing through the thin net that 
spanned the center of the table. "Let's start with a little ass," I said 
wickedly as I hopped onto the top between his legs. Falling down over his 
backside, I plunged my glistening penis with a bull's-eye shot straight into 
his tight anal passage. The pressing walls of his throbbing canal sent 
thrills through my thrusting hotness. 

LeRoy let out a yelp as I pile drived barbarously into his tiny opening, my 
belly hitting his backside fiercely. He groaned continuously as I pounded, 
rocked from side to side, and pushed crazily inward till I felt the very 
bottom of his being. 

Suddenly, the violent motion from my gyrating body sent the flimsy Ping-Pong 
table swaying from side to side, till it careened over and fell to the floor 
in one loud crash! LeRoy screamed in fright as the full weight of my 
muscular carcass landed on his back, my enormous peter almost splitting his 
plump cheeks in two. 

I was begging to laugh at the insanity of it all when I felt a firm hand 
grasp the top of my thick blond hair ruthlessly and yank my head back. Then 
my right arm was pulled behind me and shoved back and up till I gasped in 
excruciating pain. Moaning, I barely managed to look around to see who my 
attacker was. It was Millard! He must have had another key. 

LeRoy laughed with relief as he saw Millard, then wrestled himself free from 
my soaking monstrosity. My slippery cockhead, shiny and pink, felt still 
throbbing from his drooling asshole. 

"Bring him over here!" LeRoy ordered through his toothless gums, rubbing his 
sore rump, picking up his lost choppers, and heading for the billiard table. 
"We could have made beautiful music together, stud, but you're just as 
stubborn as Dodie, I see," he mumbled, putting his false teeth back into his 
puckered mouth. 

Unable to get loose from his determined grip, I knew Millard meant business. 
He dragged me across to the green-topped table and bent me forcibly over the 
edge, until my head hit the tabletop. A sharp pain shot right through one 
eyeball. 

"Wait'll my dear sister hears that her degenerate groom tried to rape her 
sweet, innocent baby brother," LeRoy remarked slyly. Then, turning to 
Millard, his voice became steely. "I want your belt," he exclaimed, as he 
unfastened it from the young chauffeur's uniform. I groaned in agony, as 
Millard tightened his grip on the arm he held behind my back, not knowing 
what was to follow. LeRoy began yanking my jeans down my hairy thighs. As he 
struggled to pull them over my loafers, I kicked out blindly into midair and 
accidentally hit LeRoy in the head. 

"Ooooooh, you dirty tramp!" LeRoy gasped. 

"Now you've done it! You've really fucked yourself, and screwed up your 
future for good this time!" Millard grimaced as the hand holding my hair 
banged my head up and down ruthlessly on the board. My one eyeball seemed to 
be swelling up bigger than ever. 

"Hold that hustler steady!" LeRoy commanded madly. I braced myself for the 
unknown. "I could have you put away forever for this outrageous act of 
sexual perversion, but I think I'll just give you something to remember me 
by, first!" With that, I heard a "swish" in the air and the hard lash of the 
stinging leather belt wrapped around my buttocks, the tip of it swinging 
around and biting into my still rigid rod. I almost fainted with the pain of 
the unaccustomed sensation against my bare skin, but LeRoy kept strapping me 
wildly, as if he'd gone crazy. He went on and on, laughing hysterically to 
himself. 

At last he stopped, and I lay still, the stinging pain from the belt strokes 
competing with the pain from Millard's grip pushing my arm against my back. 
I couldn't believe what was happening, as my mind wanted to black out 
everything. Then I felt fingers spreading my behind, and one long finger 
pushing ruthlessly into the dry contracted opening of my anus. I choked as 
the pain arrowed throughout my posterior. Millard pushed his arm against my 
back even harder, and I braced myself for what I knew was coming. 

"Now, how about a little fuck from me?" I heard LeRoy whisper, giggling, as 
he thrust his little prick, dripping with a glob of his own saliva, into my 
asshole, jabbing in and out frantically, his soft, moist hands moving up and 
down my lean hips. I sobbed in chagrin at the thought that this pudgy old 
queen was the first one to pierce my virgin hole. I writhed and squirmed, 
trying to get away from the hurt of his solid, round organ pumping 
unrestrainedly up my rear with unbelievable zest. 

"Oooooh, what a tight one," LeRoy moaned deliriously. "I could come right 
now, but I think I'll save it for your mouth." With that, LeRoy withdrew his 
dick abruptly. The throbbing pain of his forced entry still smarted inside. 

"Can I get my nuts off too, boss?" Millard pleaded excitedly. "I'd like to 
be in on the end of this 'success story.'" 

"Be my guest, and let it all hang out!" LeRoy proclaimed in glee, unzipping 
Millard's trousers for him and pulling out the stiffness. "I want to see his 
expensive ass bleed before we're through with him," LaRoy laughed, diving 
underneath the billiard table. "You go ahead, because I want to finish off 
this All-American red-blooded living dildo." Without further ado, LeRoy 
swallowed my still aching colossal pillar, his hands screwing and twisting 
the round thick base roughly. 

At the same time, Millard pushed his fat member lustfully into my just 
ravished tunnel, his half-nelson hold still in full force on the numb arm 
behind my back. His impatient instrument, much bigger than LeRoy's, forced 
its way through my protesting passage. I shut my eyes, half dazed, as a 
combination of pain and pleasure swept throughout my quivering body. I could 
visualize Millard gleefully humping me with mighty upward thrusts, while 
down between my legs, LeRoy's greedy lips worked back and forth, his tongue 
lashing wildly around, until the pressure from Millard's driving cocktip 
sparked an unbelievable flow of pain and ecstasy from my head to my toes. 

"God, what a delicious one," Millard sighed in a delirium of passion, as he 
finally let go of my head and twisted arm, concentrating completely on 
gratifying himself with his utterly abandoned pounding of my ravished 
buttocks. "This is too good to be true-beautiful!" 

Slowly, and in agony, I let my numb arm slide down, the flow of blood 
finally beginning to bring it back into tingling life. I sighed in relief 
and closed my eyes to shut out the whole crazy experience. 

Gritting my teeth, I braced myself against the edge of the table, and with 
all my strength, I knee jerked upward into LeRoy's bobbing head! After one 
long groan, he collapsed. I could feel his warm moist mouth slowly slipping 
off my palpitating cockhead. 

Millard stopped plowing into my shuddering rump when he heard LeRoy's 
outcry. Apprehensive of the silence that followed, he pulled away from my 
violated bottom and crawled underneath the game table to check up on his 
master. "Sir, are you all right?" he asked anxiously. 

Free from the painful front and rear ravishment, I noticed that Millard was 
completely absorbed down below. Now was my chance, so I grabbed my trousers 
and made a dash for the doorway, digging into the jeans pocket, pulling out 
the key, and locking the door behind me. 

Half nude, I raced down the hallway toward the master bedroom, my massive 
pride and joy and heavy balls swinging freely before me. 

I knew I had only a few minutes of freedom to get my Jaguar ignition keys 
and, most important, the ten grand Violette had given me as a wedding 
present. I had stashed it underneath one of her biggest gold trophies, in a 
fat wad of bills. 

Dashing through the bedroom door, I grabbed the trophy from a cluttered 
table and untaped the roll of bills from the underside. Clutching the haul 
tightly in one hand, I threw the cup aside onto the thick white carpeting. 

"Oh, shit, where'd you come from?" I heard a deep female voice exclaim in 
disappointment behind me. It was Jodi! I stood frozen, trying to hide the 
money from her scrutiny. "For heaven's sake, don't you ever put on any 
clothes?" she complained as she walked toward me. "Listen, I forgot whether 
Violette told me to meet her here or at the helicopter port, so..." Just 
then, she gasped as her eyes focused on my swollen eyeball and the bleeding 
gash on my head. Next, she took in the roll of greenbacks I was clutching 
guiltily. Her eyes finally rested on my dangling, thickly veined 
monstrosity. 

"What happened to you, buster? Boy, what a lot of dough. I thought LeRoy 
was-LeRoy!" Jodi's face lit up as she put two and two together. She looked a 
little frightened now as she started backing away from me toward the 
doorway. 

"Where do you think you're going?" I snarled threateningly, as I ran around 
her, blocking her exit by slamming the door, locking it, then dropping the 
key into the jeans I held in my hand. "Just be a nice girl now and march 
over to the bathroom. I need you out of the way for a couple of sees," I 
ordered with a no-monkey-business tone of voice. "I haven't any time for 
questions, so get moving!" 

"If you've done something to harm LeRoy, I don't blame you for not wanting 
to hassle with Violette in person!" Jodi shook her head defiantly and 
sauntered toward the powder room. 

Following close behind her, I was completely taken by surprise when she 
whirled around and, with one doubled-up fist, she slammed me solidly in the 
pit of my stomach. I bent over in pain involuntarily, dropped the money and 
my pants, and held my aching abdomen. Jodi ran around me toward the door 
that exited into the hallway and tried desperately to force it open. 

Recovering, I made a leap for her, clutched a fistful of her close-cropped 
hair and pulled her back savagely, as she screamed in panic. Fighting like a 
man, she punched and slugged wildly at my face and chest, while she aimed 
well-directed kicks of her heavy moccasins at my bare legs. Dodging away 
from the painful blows, I aimed a colossal open-palmed slap at her pudgy 
cheek. 

Like a skilled jujitsu champ, Jodi dodged my swing and, grabbing my moving 
arm, threw me up and over her back. I landed flat on my aching ass with a 
heavy crash! 

Jodi scurried toward the open window, but not fast enough to escape me. I 
gathered all my reserve strength and leapt after her, making an 
All-American-style football tackle around her ankles. She shrieked in terror 
as we both fell to the floor, squirming and twisting like two matched 
wrestlers. Somehow, in the frantic confused action, I ended up on top of 
her, my hands holding her arms above her head and my pelvis pressing hard 
against her straining thighs. 

Jodi stopped her struggling and looked up, her eyes full of hatred and fear. 
"Listen, you stupid slob, don't get any obnoxious ideas, or you'll regret it 
to your dying day!" she warned. 

I deliberately tightened my hold enough to meet any new challenge and 
pressed my lengthening dick against her heavily bushed groin. 

Without another word, Jodi thrust her face into my shoulder and sank her 
teeth purposely into my thick neck like a raging vampire. I yelled in pain 
and fury. 

"Oh, Jesus!" I screamed, as the pain in my neck shot through my body like 
fire. In my agony, I loosened my arm hold and eased the pressure on her 
body. Quick as a flash, Jodi let go my neck and rapidly scuttled away toward 
the door. Massaging my bleeding neck with one hand, I crawled after her, and 
in desperation managed to grab the back of her zippered dress, ripping it 
right down the center past her exposed bra strap. 

"You depraved son of a bitch!" Jodi sobbed in a frenzy, as my fingers dug 
into her skin, snapping her flimsy harness too. "You'll never get me, you 
mother-fucker!" she shouted, breaking loose from my hold and reaching for 
the doorknob. 

Grabbing her by the shoulder, I turned the tables and sank my teeth 
deliberately into her short neck. Jodi cursed and screamed as I bit down 
savagely. At the same time, I pushed her tight panties down over her plump 
rear end. Her body stiffened in shock as she felt the bulbous cocktip of my 
now stiff penis. Like a dog in heat, I jabbed excitedly into her exposed 
behind, searching for the musky bull's-eye. 

Still biting her neck, I struggled to shove my hands through her torn dress 
and bra and grab hold of the gigantic soft tits I remembered so well. At the 
same moment, my probing peter found its hairy mark, pushed through the 
tender lips, and then was stopped by the stubborn tight passageway. Jodi 
cried in embarrassed frustration, as I laughed in evil triumph. She was 
still a virgin! 

Drunk with the intense pleasure of my burrowing tool tunneling its way 
through the tightness of Jodi's virgin hole, I foolishly let up my Dracula 
hold on her throat. In a delirium, my fingers busily squeezed and kneaded 
her sweaty breasts. 

"I'll kill you for this, you filthy prick!" Jodi hissed, her body 
temporarily, at last, completely passive to my driving thrusts. 

Reveling in this new chance to deflower another virgin, and Sherry's 
ex-roommate at that, I closed my eyes and savored to full the thrills and 
bliss running through me, as my avenging machine screwed inch by inch 
through her splitting softness. My perspiring fingertips acted like electric 
conductors as my hands moved back and forth across her slippery pulsing 
globes. 

Oblivious to everything around me, I didn't notice that Jodi had pressed one 
foot against the door for leverage. Bracing herself quietly, she suddenly 
pushed with all her might, so that we both fell over backward onto the 
floor. I managed to retain my stranglehold on her body. In fact, as I landed 
on my poor aching buttocks, my boring pole drove farther than ever into her 
yielding pocket. Jodi screamed in agony as my brutal shaft crammed steadily 
upward, filling her moist channel with almost three-fourths of my gigantic 
"talent." 

"You might as well relax, babe, because you're going to get it one way or 
the other- do or die!" I panted, clamping my teeth on her neck threateningly 
again. 

Jodi stopped struggling when she realized that every effort she made only 
seemed to help my fiery lance to sink even farther into her ravished 
silkiness. 

As she finally lay silently on top of me, I closed my eyes in complete 
sexual gratification. A stupid move, since it gave Jodi time to reach over 
and grab hold of the heavy metal trophy I had dropped on the floor. I opened 
my eyes too late as she raised it high and, with a deadly downward swing, 
aimed directly between her legs, whacked my loosely hanging testicles with a 
solid blow! 

The excruciating pain in my tender scrotum coursed like shooting stars 
through my body, dulling every other sensation or feeling in a hellish, 
stinging torment. I wasn't even aware of Jodi dislodging herself from my 
pushing fullness, but, as she turned around, I managed to catch a fast 
glimpse of that same heavy cup hurtling down toward my face in a golden 
blur. Almost miraculously, I dodged the blow, the metal trophy crashing into 
the rug harmlessly. Jodi's bloodthirsty expression changed to one of 
disappointment. 

Taking advantage of being caught off balance, knowing it was either me or 
her, I aimed my clenched fist directly at her chin and connected with a 
solid kayo punch! Jodi's face contorted, her eyes rolled up showing the 
whites, and she dropped to the floor like a felled ox, out cold! Her 
sprawled-out body lay there spread-eagled and absolutely quiet, at my mercy. 

Almost passing out myself, I still had enough strength to crawl over, and, 
with one painful leap, I fell on top of Jodi, my head resting on her 
shoulder, and my throbbing slippery cock easily plunging without resistance 
down all the way to the very bottom of her delicious damp patch. 

With almost superhuman effort, I lifted my-quivering pelvis and drove up and 
down with carnal desire, steadily and ravenously.' This time, nothing 
stopped me as I assaulted her open vagina and raced without resistance for 
that final moment of painful and exciting climax. 

Freely and generously, my tunneling dick spiraled up its first load against 
the back of Jodi's pressing tightness, sending ecstatic shock waves back 
over my boring pillar in the warmth of my spreading love juice. I choked and 
sobbed with each jerk of my spitting staff, my pelvis still moving up and 
down automatically. 

Glob after gratifying glob of heavy, creamlike jizz poured out-so much that 
I could hear the squishing sound of my own victory sloshing lushly through 
this new, unexplored coital territory. And poor dear Jodi wasn't even awake 
to enjoy the satisfaction that could have been hers! 

Just at that moment, the bedroom door was unlocked from the outside, and in 
burst Violette, followed closely by Millard and the swollen-faced LeRoy! I 
looked up apprehensively-knowing I was helpless before their combined 
strength and desire for revenge. 

Wearily struggling to lift myself off Jodi's unconscious form, my 
blood-covered penis still rhythmically spurting out driblets of white semen 
on her matted pussy, I barely looked up in time to see Violette's twisted, 
outraged face, and beyond that (out of the corner of my eye), a whir of 
yellow as that same damned heavy trophy came down and crunched into my 
skull, sending me into total darkness and oblivion. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

When I regained consciousness, I slowly became aware that I was lying down 
with a sheet over my body, that loud chattering voices were coming from 
another room, and finally, that my carcass was a mass of aching soreness. I 
tried to remember exactly what had happened, as I slowly opened my eyes to 
look around the unfamiliar dimly lit room. I was surprised and happy to see 
Sherry sitting nearby in an armchair, deeply engrossed in a well-worn 
script. 

Lustfully, my eyes swept over her young, voluptuous figure, almost nude 
except for a two-piece bikini. Even sick as I was, I noticed the way she 
repeatedly brushed her long shiny brunette hair away from her deep green 
eyes. 

"Hay, beautiful, what's happened? Where am I?" I whispered. 

Sherry looked up startled, then broke out in a broad smile. She hurriedly 
came over and knelt beside me, her eyes taking in my usual morning hardon, 
which poked up under the bed sheet like a circus tent. "Oh, darling, it's so 
good to see you awake again. Gosh, I've missed you so!" she cooed, kissing 
my hand gently. "Golly, we thought you were a goner when Violette's henchmen 
literally dumped your black-and-blue body right on the doorstep of our drama 
academy last night. I almost got hysterical when I saw all that blood. What 
happened, anyway?" 

"I'm too weak to talk about it all now," I answered dramatically. "It's a 
helluva long story, but I really thought I was in heaven when I woke up just 
now and saw you, gorgeous," I winked, reaching over and running one hand 
through her long silky hair. 

"Thanks," Sherry blew me a kiss, lifting my hand to her warm cheek. Her eyes 
turned instinctively toward the throbbing bed sheet rising high in the air. 

"Where the hell is everybody? I hear a lot of noise from the other room," I 
remarked, looking around the tiny dressing room, furnished sparsely with the 
bed I was in, a chair, a small cabinet, and a wash basin in the corner. 

"Well, as far as the Movie Star Drama Academy is concerned, you're going to 
be our exclusive star now. Todd has already been talking about going into 
rehearsal for another showcase featuring you, of course. He thinks we'd be a 
lucky duo," Sherry giggled. "Since Violette publicly announced your marriage 
annulment in this morning's trades, Todd wants to cash in on the publicity 
while you're still hot!" 

"Seems I've heard that one before," I remarked sourly. 

Just then, the door flew open and Mr. Ox-man peered in. "Hey, champ, welcome 
home!" he grinned, and running over to the bed, he pumped my sore arm. I 
winced. 

"Sorry about the mess with the old bag, but what the hell, you're just at 
the beginning of your real career right now. Besides, it's obvious you're 
destined for bigger and better things," he smiled, glancing over at the high 
rise in the center of the cot. "Violette cancelled her support of the 
Academy this morning and took Mr. King along with her. I'll have to sell my 
little house in the valley to make the next payment on this two-bit diner, 
but it's worth it. We're all really counting on you, superstar, to get us 
over the hump. We'll start rehearsing for the greatest showcase this town 
has ever seen as soon as you can get up, and, just for good luck, I'm 
starring you and Sherry in another nude scene. Who knows what'll happen this 
time?" He giggled nervously as he gestured for Sherry to follow him to the 
rehearsal room. 

"We'll be just next door, if you need anything, sweetheart. So rest now, 
okay?" Sherry begged, kissing me lovingly on the forehead, as she followed 
Mr. Oxman through the doorway. 

"Don't go away!" Mr. Oxman called back jokingly and closed the door behind 
him. 

I shut my eyes dreamily. Seconds later, I heard the doorknob turn. Opening 
one eye, I looked into Dodie's cute heavily made-up face. 

"Hey, forty, twenty-two, thirty-five!" I called out happily. 

"Shhhh!" Dodie laughed as she closed the door softly. Those big sexy boobs 
were bouncing as usual underneath her loose blouse. "Hi, muscles. I'm so 
sorry about the roughing-up thing. I think it's an outrage how those evil 
people treat-" 

I interrupted her as I reached out with one hand and greedily grabbed at the 
silky patch underneath her skirt, pulling her closer to the bed. 

"Cary, I work here, remember?" Dodie whispered, pretending not to notice my 
pulsing fullness standing upright underneath the bed cover. "I'm not 
supposed to get emotionally involved with any of my students..." 

"I'm not a student, cutie pie-I'm the star, remember?" I answered, throwing 
the bed sheet off my "talent" with my free hand. 

Dodie stared with obvious relish at the massive erection rising straight up 
from my crotch. 

"Honey, I'm so sore. Could you give me a little massage?" 

"Well..." Dodie looked over at the door apprehensively, then with hurried 
steps, her eyes riveted on my immense staff all the time, she ran to the 
cabinet and looked inside. "I don't see any rubbing alcohol. Just this old 
bottle of baby oil-but it's so messy!" She grimaced, holding it up in the 
air for me to see. 

"Sounds just right," I nodded, licking my lips sensuously. "I'm really horny 
for your professional touch, doll face." I reached down with my hands and 
deliberately fondled my hanging balls playfully. 

Hurriedly unscrewing the bottle cap, Dodie rushed over and began rubbing the 
thick, oily liquid liberally over my broad chest, her fingers running 
through my thick, wiry chest hair nervously. "Violette's sure going to miss 
you something bad, handsome-I know!" 

I looked at Dodie intently, completely relaxed now. Then I nonchalantly 
scratched the blond tangle on my lower belly, flipping my upright lengthy 
pole temptingly. 

Dodie hesitated, then spread a generous handful of the lotion over the 
inside of my spread-eagled thighs. Her breath was coming faster and I swore 
I could hear her heart pounding. 

I ran my hand through the oily hair on my chest and smeared it over my 
quivering joint. A tantalizing feeling immediately mounted through my 
slippery column, as I stroked up and down roughly. 

"Oh, honey, don't waste it!" Dodie whined. Throwing the bottle on the bed, 
she yanked her skirt down and exposed the light brown triangular bush 
surrounding her pink-lipped box. 

"Take it easy, will you?" I teased, kicking the tangled sheet completely off 
the narrow cot. "I'm a sick man." 

"Jeez!" Dodie rolled her eyes in derision. "You're sick, all right-sick in 
the head and rotten to the core!" 

I sped up the jacking-off action on my hard hose as I watched Dodie tug the 
blouse over her highly teased blonde hairdo. Those oversized swaying tits 
sent a thrill through my loaded, waiting cannon. 

Dodie jumped up on the bed in excited anticipation, eagerly straddling my 
taut rod. 

"Wait!" I ordered, motioning her to move toward me, my red tongue darting in 
and out suggestively, aiming right at her furry mound. 

"I dig you!" Dodie answered, hopping over my shoulders, so that her knees 
were bent alongside my head, her backside rested on my oiled chest, and her 
open pinkness was fully exposed to my waiting lips. Like a starved animal, I 
ate up the delicious juices from inside her hairy crotch. "Oh, sexy, have I 
missed you!" 

Sandwiched snugly within her all-encompassing wet pussy, my nose breathing 
deeply of her musky snatch, I reached up with both hands and toyed 
feverishly with her two glorious breasts. 

Suddenly, we heard the doorknob turn. Dodie gasped and instinctively tried 
to pull away, but I held her firmly, selfishly devouring the wide hole that 
pulsed regularly, oblivious to any intruder or interruption. 

"Oh, for gosh sakes, not again?" I heard Sherry sigh hopelessly. Then she 
closed the door behind her. "Well, from now on, kids, I'm not going to be 
one left out of all the action!" And with that, she tore off her fragile 
bikini, stepped up on the little cot, and, to my surprise, plopped down hard 
over my slippery staff. The squeezing and pressing walls of her vagina 
encompassed me and spread delicious thrills all the way to the thick base of 
my organ. Sherry grunted in pleasure. "As Mr. Oxman's school motto reads: 
'It's a togetherness place.'" 

"Well, we're really together now, chick," Dodie laughed, pushing my hands 
away from her ample bosom, Dodie reached behind her for Sherry's and placed 
them over her own full orbs. "As Mr. King used to say, 'Double your 
pleasure-double your fun!'" Dodie grinned, twisting her head as far around 
as she could, and wiggling her sinuous tongue suggestively at Sherry. In 
that strained position, the two of them tongue kissed hard and sensually. 

Wow! This is a mind blower if I ever saw one! I thought as I watched the 
"togetherness" Sherry and Dodie were displaying so enthusiastically. But I 
was also enjoying my own part in this three-way orgy. Sherry's rotating 
fleshy pocket kept sending shivers up and down my outspread torso, while 
Dodie's wide hotness almost smothered me to death as she gyrated 
rhythmically onto and around my thrusting tongue. 

Minutes later, I pushed hard against Dodie's soft belly, indicating that she 
should get up. Reluctantly, she broke off her lustful embrace with Sherry 
and rose. My slobbering tongue took one last tasty sip as she drew away. 

Dodie now stood over Sherry and me, waiting for my next order. I turned my 
attention to Sherry, who was sitting, oblivious to everything except the 
palpitating fullness that gorged her canal so solidly. 

"Sherry, honey, push your legs forward toward me," I instructed gently, like 
a teacher to a student. Slowly, Sherry unbent her knees, and in almost 
exaggerated slow motion, put one leg beside each of my shoulders. Her body 
now lay on top of my legs, face up, her cunt still firmly grasping my cock. 
"Groovy," I went on patiently, "now just lean back on your elbows, relax, 
and watch. But don't lose me, okay?" Sherry nodded her head obediently. 

I sighed with satisfaction as I stared down at my vast endowment lodged 
snugly within her triangular hairy crotch. Beyond Sherry's flat belly, I 
could see her beautiful bare globes jiggling like two mounds of pink Jell-O. 

"Okay, Miss Teacher, show us a few tricks," I encouraged Dodie, who stood 
panting and drooling, ogling our tightly coupled sexes. 

Without another word of encouragement, Dodie fell to her knees, bent her 
head over our united groins, and nose-dived into the connection, her hot 
tongue swirling and lapping wildly from Sherry's rubbery clitoris, to her 
hot puffy lips snuggling over my throbbing peter, and then finally, to the 
heavily veined several inches of my shaft which still protruded from 
Sherry's snatch. 

I was amused as I watched Sherry's eyes open wide and then close in obvious 
ecstasy, as her lips quivered almost uncontrollably. At last, she whimpered, 
her eyes rolled wildly, and she cried out, "Cary, oh God, darling!" In 
answer to Sherry's plea for love, Dodie leaped onto her trembling body and 
kissed her full on the lips, passionately. At the same time, her hands 
fondled and kneaded the boobs between their heaving bodies. 

Sitting up on one elbow, I jammed all five fingers of my one hand up Dodie's 
pumping pelvis. Deeper and deeper, I plunged my twisting hand inside her big 
damp hole. 

Then I could really feel it! Sherry was coming, twitching. The sensations 
were almost overwhelming and more unbearable with each jab. I leaned back on 
my arms and pumped harder! Sherry's body continued to quiver as low animal 
moans issued from her throat. 

Pulling away from Sherry's tight hold, Dodie turned around toward me, 
reached down, and yanked at my soaking joint, ruthlessly pulling it out of 
Sherry's gushing fountain of love. There was an almost explosive sound as 
moisture flew through the air, and then a loud "splat" as my steely dick 
slapped back hard on my wet belly. 

"What the hell-hey?" I shouted angrily, but Dodie ignored my complaint, and 
pushing my limbs out of the way, lifted Sherry's quivering legs over her 
shoulders, and went back to work noisily sucking and licking at the rich, 
creamy, glistening crevice. 

Without warning, the door opened and Mr. Oxman stuck his head in, shouting 
in irritation, "Sherry, we're waiting..." His words died in his throat as 
she stood transfixed at the sight of Dodie's bobbing head hungrily eating 
away at Sherry's furry patch. 

"Dodie's gone wild! Help me get her off Sherry!" I lied, grabbing hold of 
Dodie's tiny waist and tugging her backward toward my waiting monstrosity. 

Mr. Oxman hurriedly closed the door, ran over to Dodie, and began pulling at 
her arm. "Have you lost your senses, girl?" 

Dazed and dribbling, Dodie looked groggily up at Mr. Oxman. She let go of 
her hold on Sherry, who fell back on the cot, limp and lifeless. 

Taking advantage of Dodie's bewilderment, I slipped myself under her 
half-crouched body, and, feeling with one finger for her anus, tight and 
rosy as ever, I directed the cocktip of my loaded rod into her tiny rectum. 
Grabbing hold of her hips for leverage, I unmercifully plunged my slippery 
pillar its full length into the tight channel. Dodie screamed in agony as I 
pulled her body back so that she fell against my spread-eagled torso. My 
hands eagerly reached around and grasped her huge knockers, wet with 
perspiration. 

But only an instant later, Dodie, forgetting her pain, started pumping up 
and down wildly on my stiff pride and joy like a horny rabbit -twisting and 
churning her wobbling buttocks cheeks so professionally that she almost 
triggered my creamy load before I was willing to come. 

"Join our 'togetherness,'" I panted, gesturing to Mr. Oxman, as I watched 
him place Sherry gently on the bare floor. Sherry was out of it all by now. 
She motioned for him to leave her alone. 

"It's 'ride 'em bronco' time," I continued enthusiastically, pointing with 
my index finger toward Dodie's gyrating thighs. 

Perplexed, Mr. Oxman stood staring at Dodie's bobbing silkiness over my hard 
lengthy hose. 

"Okay, 'star maker,' get with it!" I ordered in mock severity, continuing to 
meet Dodie's rotating posterior, stroke for stroke, sighing loudly and 
dramatically. 

Tempted beyond reason, Mr. Oxman frantically unzipped his trousers, climbed 
up on top of the cot, pushed his pants and boxer trunks down below his knees 
(exposing a long, thin stiffness), and waited for the right moment to catch 
Dodie's rapidly moving pelvis. 

"Come on, you can't miss the damn thing! I teased, pinching Dodie's hard 
round nipples playfully. 

With an inspired downward swan dive, Mr. Oxman hit his target dead center, 
his added weight causing me to groan and forcing me to pull my squashed 
hands out from between our bodies. As if crazed, Mr. Oxman screwed with all 
his energy into Dodie, his hot breath wheezing directly into her face. 

With my arms and legs spread out, I lay almost oblivious to the goings-on 
upstairs, as I waited in the anticipation and delirium of mounting lust for 
my final discharge to erupt within Dodie's turbulent tunnel. It could only 
be a matter of seconds now, so I let myself ride along with this 
out-of-sight erotic gratification. 

"I don't know about you guys, but here I come!" Dodie choked. Her shivering 
body grew rigid, she twitched violently, and finally relaxed with a long 
sigh of relief and satisfaction. 

"Dear Lord, this has just got to be heaven!" Mr. Oxman sobbed, as his breath 
came in short snorts. "I'm going to do it in you, Dodie," Mr. Oxman wailed 
plaintively, and let out a loud bovine bellow. 

Even as doubly heavy weight of their exhausted forms completely relaxed, my 
pulsing hardon, still totally immersed in Dodie's gripping anal hold, was 
almost sent into its final ejaculation by the sensational feelings that 
erupted from the very depths of my loosely hanging balls. 

Once again, there was a heavy knocking, the sound of loud chattering voices, 
and then the door flew open. "Maybe Mr. Oxman's in here..." The speaker 
halted abruptly, and we looked up to see several students standing 
wide-eyed, struck dumb at the sight of our four-way debauch. 

"What in heaven's name do you mean by bursting in here like this? Go back to 
the rehearsal hall-immediately!" Mr. Oxman shouted in his best schoolteacher 
voice, trying to cover up his embarrassment. He pushed himself off Dodie's 
driveling pussy and fumbled with his trouser's zipper. 

"Why bad mouth those innocent kids?" Dodie scolded Mr. Oxman. Without 
warning, she lifted her throttling rectum off my king-sized staff, her 
sudden movement triggering off my rising tide of excitement, right smack 
into that final supreme moment of ecstasy. 

"You stupid bitch!" I sobbed helplessly, as I felt my swollen prick finally 
discharging. It made a loud "popping" sound as it emerged from the tight 
elasticity of Dodie's asshole. 

"Oh, God-no!" Sherry sighed unhappily, as she tried to cover herself up with 
her bikini, one arm over her swaying breasts, and the other below. 

"Christ almighty!" I choked and gagged, seizing my exploding penis with both 
hands, my thumb pressed tightly over the slit at the top of the bulleting 
head. Too late! My thick creamy seed squirted upward, sideways in white 
jets, shooting high and spraying over both Dodie and Sherry. With eyes shut 
and teeth clenched, I tried to stifle my convulsing body as the liquid 
torrents continued to ejaculate, climax after climax, achieving a giant 
fireworks display of pleasure before the fascinated audience standing 
paralyzed in the doorway. 

Mr. Oxman pushed past Dodie and Sherry then slammed the door behind himself 
furiously. We could hear him lecturing the students on their bad manners as 
their voices grew fainter in the distance. 

Panting and gasping for breath, my hands covered with thick creamy jizz, I 
tried to laugh off the whole ridiculous, sticky situation. I looked over at 
Dodie and Sherry sheepishly. There they stood both staring at me glumly, big 
blobs of my come dripping off them from head to foot. 

"Now I know what they mean by a 'waste of talent,'" Dodie smirked, shaking 
her head, as she carefully wiped the gooey mess from her streaked makeup. "I 
wish I could say you planned it this way, Cary, so I could really get mad," 
she smiled ruefully, picking up her clothes, and leaving the room. 

"You are a dirty young man!" Sherry scolded, holding out her sperm-streaked 
bikini as if it was about to bite her, and walking stiffly after Dodie. 

"Hey, you forgot something!" I yelled jokingly, as I noticed Sherry's study 
script on the floor-splattered and smeared with my soaking wetness. After 
all, she should feel privileged-it was appropriately autographed with my 
personal "star" signature! 

Our private showcase went off fantastically! Every big producer and director 
was there, and so was Sherry, all busted up with the jitters at first, but 
once we were into our nude scene on stage, no problem. 

Matter of fact, after that night, life has been no problem at all! Books, 
photo-layouts, movies, you name it. 

Now take a look at me! 

Didn't I tell you at the beginning, "Just you wait!" 


THE END
