Cindy's Red, Wet Bottom
by Manuel Marr


FOREWORD 

"Cindy, you're going to have to stop this," her husband, Richard, said to 
her as soon as he heard her lock the door to their new built-in sauna. He 
knew what was going to come next, and what she did made him even more sure. 

He stood back and leaned against the warm wall as she started to strip. She 
opened her see-through blouse slowly, revealing her full round breasts in 
all their pink splendor. He could see how hot she was because of the way her 
bright red nipples were standing up full, and when she moved her fingers to 
one and licked her lips, he felt his cock starting to stiffen down his leg. 

His wife moved closer to him, and started to stroke his cock bulge through 
his pants. She licked his ear, and he was getting so turned on, that he knew 
he was going to have to give in. 

Then, he saw her reach for the enema bag, and he snapped out of it. 

"I'm not going to do it," he said to her, and he could see the enema bag 
swelling as she filled it as much as she possibly could. 

Cindy knew that she would be able to talk him into it, even if he thought 
that he wouldn't do it at the moment. After the bag was filled, she moved 
her fingers to her pants zipper and slid them down. She stepped out of them, 
leaving herself clad in her black lacy underwear. 

She knew how much it turned him on, and moved slowly when it came to pulling 
them down. First, she showed just the top of her blonde pussy patch, and as 
his cock stiffened more, she revealed more of herself. 

When she was naked, she played with her red, dripping pussy lips, then lay 
on the wooden bench in the sauna. 

"Come to me, Richard," she said to him. 

"Come and make love to me." 

He walked closer, pulling his cock out of his pants at the same time. She 
reached for his eight inch piece of meat, when he was close enough, and 
pulled him to her mouth first, licking the head of the shaft as she massaged 
his hot come-filled balls. 

When he started to thrust his cock back and forth in her mouth, she knew 
that she had him right where she wanted him. She started to rub his cock 
along her body, as she moved him down between her legs. 

As she brought him closer to her pussy, she stopped. She held out the enema 
bag. 

"First you have to give me one," she said. "That's the rule." 

She smiled triumphantly as he started to reach for the hose... 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"This is a lovely home you have here," Rebecca Winslow said to Cindy Baker 
Carlyle. "Lyle, make sure you get a shot of the outdoor garden over there." 

The stem looking black-haired woman pointed through the patio windows, and 
her associate and friend, Lyle Abbott, walked in that direction. As he did, 
Cindy Baker had to smile. She couldn't understand how Lyle and Rebecca would 
work together. 

It was, in fact, the first time she had ever met either one of them, and 
although they had only been in her Beverly Hills mansion for a few minutes, 
she could tell already that they were operating on two different wave 
lengths. 

For Rebecca, wearing her two piece business suit and her black framed 
glasses, looked like she had to be one of the straightest people in the 
world. That didn't mean she wasn't attractive, and, as Cindy noted, she had 
one of the largest sets of tits on any woman she had ever seen. 

However, the frilly white blouse that she wore, along with the black suit 
jacket, did not do too much to show off her breasts. It was only under close 
scrutiny that Cindy noticed the rounded curve, and at one point, when 
Rebecca opened her jacket, Cindy thought she could see the woman's dark 
nipples. However, Rebecca had closed her jacket so fast again, after tucking 
her blouse back into her pants, that Cindy wasn't really sure. On second 
thought, she decided that Rebecca was not the kind of woman to walk around 
without a bra. 

Lyle, on the other hand, seemed to be so bizarre. He was wearing a pair of 
tight dungarees that showed the greatest cock bulge Cindy had ever seen. 
When he walked out toward her garden, she looked at how his pants hugged his 
tight little ass, and loved it. 

He wore a loud shirt that was on the frilly side, hut it seemed to suit his 
loud personality. The shirt was practically unbuttoned, and she could see a 
whole chest full of black furry hair, not all that different from the furry 
hair on his head. 

As she looked out the window, she could see him snapping one picture after 
another, from so many different angles. She thought that he glanced at her 
and winked, but wasn't sure because she was interrupted by Rebecca's voice. 

"I'm so happy that you let us come to see the place," she said. "I'm sure 
that with Richard's first movie making it so big, and his becoming a top 
star, our reader's will be interested in knowing how he and his wife live." 

Cindy blushed. She was still getting used to being a celebrity's wife, 
although she had to admit to herself that she loved it. 

"Oh, it was nothing," she said. "I think that the poor should see how the 
rich are living. It gives them incentive so that they'll strive to better 
themselves. You can quote me on that if you like." 

Cindy looked back at Lyle, and this time, she was sure that he was pointing 
to her. However, as she studied him, she could tell that she was wrong. He 
had been holding his fingers out, but as he pulled them back toward his 
face, she saw him inhale on something. She had to smile. He was getting high 
while he was working. 

Her staring outside for such a long period of time caused Rebecca to glance 
over in the same direction, and when she saw what Lyle was doing, she 
immediately stood up. She took her glasses off and let them hang from the 
chain around her neck, as she stormed through the patio doors and walked 
outside. 

Cindy followed her, and came in on Rebecca's screaming at him. 

"... and you must think this is some kind of a joke, Lyle. I don't mind if 
you get so high your brains fall out, when you're not working. But when you 
are, well, I don't want to see that familiar red gaze from you." 

"Oh, baby, this house is so typical of the things I've shot, that I could do 
it with my fucking eyes closed. Or through my goddamn asshole." 

Cindy started to laugh when she heard that, and she hoped that neither one 
of them would hear her. However, when she looked over, both of them were 
staring at her. 

She felt so uncomfortable, and decided that she would have to throw them off 
with something or other. She cleared her throat. 

"Uh, the place had a pool when we moved in, and recently, after the success 
of the first picture and the contract to do four others, Richard decided 
that what we needed was a sauna. It's sensational. Would you like to see 
it?" 

"Oh, yes. It sounds fascinating," Rebecca said, and Cindy had to smile 
again, because as she looked at Lyle's face, she could see how he was 
shrugging his shoulders and grinning, as if he really had seen a million of 
them and didn't give a shit about this new one. 

She pointed toward the sauna, which was situated close enough to the pool, 
but built on as an extension to the master bedroom. 

Rebecca started walking ahead, and that gave the lovely blonde Cindy a 
chance to take her stride with Lyle, and walk alongside him. 

"You don't seem to like her too much, do you?" she asked. 

"Not particularly. But she's a famous gossip columnist, and when these 
magazines ask for house layouts and send her, I always go. It's good to have 
your name linked up with her. Besides, my working with her means she never 
puts me on her shit list. Even a photographer can have crappy gossip spread 
about him, and she's done it to some of the people I know. But never me." 

"What about you?" Rebecca asked, as they all stood in front of the sauna. 

"I was just telling Mrs. Carlyle... " 

"Cindy," the blonde woman said, and she smiled quite seductively. 

"Well then, Cindy, that I have so much fun working with you. I think you're 
one of the most fabulous women in Hollywood." 

"Thank you, Lyle. I'm fond of you, too," Rebecca said. 

Cindy opened the door to the sauna, and as they filed in one by one, she 
started to give them a short history of it. 

"You see, we had it built over here so we could go in after a swim, and then 
come back out in the bedroom," she said. "There are two doors." 

Without either one seeing, she flicked the small lock on the door that they 
had entered by, locking them in. 

Then, she walked toward the other door and reached for the handle. She 
pushed it to try and open it, then turned back and looked distressed. 

"I don't understand why this door is locked," she said. "I wanted to take 
you through and show you how we get to the bedroom." 

"Let me try," Lyle said, and he walked over and gave the door a push. 

When it didn't work, he smiled, then started to walk back toward the door 
that they had all entered from. 

"Well, at least we know that we can get out this way, just by... " He tried 
to push that door open, too, and he couldn't. He looked at the two women 
sheepishly, feeling a bit ashamed, then gave another hard push. 

"Oh God," Cindy said, to throw him off the scent so he wouldn't just try to 
flick the lock open. "We're trapped inside. I told Richard that those 
outdoor locks are no good, but he insisted on us getting them, too." 

She could see how much Rebecca was panicking, and could understand why. 
Rebecca was the most overdressed out of the three of them, and since the 
sauna was always working, sending out a dry kind of heat, Rebecca was the 
one who was starting to sweat the most. Cindy loved the fact that the 
woman's hair was starting to look a bit frazzled. 

It meant that she was human after all. 

"Well," Cindy said. "I guess we're just going to have to wait for the maid 
to come home. She went out to buy some groceries, and should be back in 
about an hour." 

"An hour," Rebecca said, and the panic was definitely in her voice. "We 
could all die in here in an hour." 

"Oh Rebecca, love," Lyle said. "It's just dry heat. As a matter of fact, I 
think that it's getting to be rather comfortable in here." 

Cindy had to smile at Lyle when he said that. She could tell why he was 
beginning to feel so comfortable, and she liked what she saw. He was 
starting to pull his shirt out of his pants, and soon, he had it off 
completely. 

"Lyle, just what do you think you're doing?" Rebecca asked. 

"Getting comfortable, darling. Look, if we're going to be here for a while, 
I might as well take full advantage of the place." 

Cindy was surprised when he unsnapped his jeans, and then started to pull 
them off. She saw Rebecca cover her eyes and turn away, but that was the 
farthest thing from the young blonde's mind. She wanted to see what he had 
to show. 

She wasn't surprised to see the start of his black cock bush, assuring her 
that he wore no underwear, because she had suspected that all the time, 
seeing as how his cock bulge had been so prominently on display, even in his 
pants. 

But she wasn't surprised for the nice piece of meat that she saw, when he 
pulled his pants all the way off and stood up. His cock, in its semi-hard 
state, was about six inches long already, and quite thick. She knew that he 
would be much bigger when he was fully hard. 

and intended to get him that way. 

"I guess he's right," she said, and she moved her fingers to her simple 
white blouse. 

She kept her eyes on Lyle the entire time, because it seemed like Rebecca 
had decided on keeping her eyes closed for a while. 

Cindy opened her blouse and threw it on the wooden seat. She wore a thin, 
pink bra, and her red nipples looked like they were ready to fight their way 
out. She moved her fingers to her skirt zipper and slid it down, then let 
her skirt slide to the floor. Her pink panties matched her bra. and a few 
blonde hairs were sticking out of the elastic bands around her thighs. 

She looked at Lyle's cock, and saw how he was beginning to stiffen. 

"Hey, are you going to stop there, darling?" he asked her. "I went all the 
way." 

"You had no choice," she said, with a wicked smile. "You just didn't have 
any underwear to keep on." 

"Christ, stop this vile talk!" Rebecca screamed, and when she moved her 
hands to cover her ears, she forgot completely about her eyes. 

She caught a glimpse of Lyle's stiffening dick for one second, then covered 
her eyes again, at the same time that she let out a loud gasp. 

Cindy giggled a bit, then decided that it was time to get down to the nitty 
gritty of things. She reached behind and unhooked the thin clasp that held 
her bra closed. She looked at the pleased reaction on Lyle's face as she 
slid the bra down her arms, revealing her lovely tits in their full naked 
splendor. 

Then, she moved her hands to her panties and slid them off with ease. She 
stood there boldly naked, with her red pussy lips looking full and wet. She 
moved her hand to her shoulder length blonde hair and patted it into place. 

"There. I feel so much more comfortable," she said, and when Rebecca looked 
over at her for another split second, there was another loud gasp. 

Cindy focused her gaze on Lyle again, looking him right in the eye. She 
wanted him to know how much she wanted him, and knew that eye contact was 
the best way to do it without actually saying it. 

And yet, she had a hard time keeping her eyes focused on his, because by 
that time, his cock was sticking straight out, and was its hardest. 

He took one step closer, and when she didn't flinch at all, he knew that she 
was waiting for him. 

"How shall we pass the time before the maid returns?" he asked, and he moved 
his hand to her shoulder at the same time and started to massage her gently. 

She closed her eyes and moaned as he stepped even closer and moved his other 
hand to her other shoulder. She could feel the head of his cock touching her 
belly, and although she was dying to reach for him, she didn't want to be 
that forward. 

He pulled her closer, pressing his hairy chest against her full tits. She 
could feel his mouth moving to hers before his lips actually touched hers, 
and when they did, she opened her mouth wide and sucked his tongue between 
her lips. 

Then the moaning started, and it was loud. 

He started to thrust his cock back and forth against her belly as she moved 
her hand down to touch him. When he felt her hand on his thick cock, he 
moved one of his hands to her breast and started to pinch her super hard red 
nipple. She was so excited that she could feel her pussy lips getting 
wetter, and since her cunt was rubbing against his leg, she knew that he 
could feel it. 

Lyle stuck out his tongue and started to lick his way down her neck. As he 
did, she kept her eyes closed and thrust her tits forward, just as his mouth 
was moving to one nipple. She could feel such a warm heat from his hot 
mouth, and he sucked her nipple hard, flicking his tongue back and forth 
over it at the same time. 

His hand moved down between her legs and he started to stroke her blonde 
pussy patch. She could tell that he wasn't too sure if he should go all the 
way and stroke her cunt, so she moved her hand down to his and pushed it to 
her pussy lips. 

He bit her nipple gently as he rubbed her cunt lips, pulling on them, too. 
Then, he slid one finger into her cunt and started to wiggle her clit back 
and forth. 

"Back here," she moaned, as she took a few steps back. 

She knew that there was a wooden bench behind her, and knew that she would 
have to lie down. Whenever her cunt passions were at a high, her knees would 
always start to buckle and she would have to sit. 

He didn't mind at all, and moved with her. However, in moving back, they 
both brushed past Rebecca Winslow, and she opened her eyes for a second. 

"Oh God," she said. "I think I'm going to faint." 

"Open a few buttons and you'll feel better," Lyle said, and he reached for 
her tit and gave it a squeeze. 

She slapped his hand hard, but he didn't mind, for he was more interested in 
Cindy. 

"I don't mean that I'm hot," Rebecca said. "I can't believe what you're 
doing." 

"Well, watch it and believe," Lyle said. 

Once Cindy had her ass resting on the bench, with her pussy still hanging 
off the edge, he moved his fingers back to her cunt. 

He nibbled on her nipple again, but now that she had her balance, she wanted 
more. She started to push him down between her legs, and as soon as he felt 
the weight on his shoulders, he was more than willing to proceed on his own. 

She felt his tongue running down her belly, and he flicked it in and out of 
her navel a few times. Then he slid it all the way down to her cunt. 

Cindy loved it as soon as she felt his long tongue licking her cunt lips. 
She threw her legs up on his shoulders and started to moan loudly, thrusting 
her pussy as close to his mouth as she possibly could. 

He sucked on her cunt lips, and they spread wide open. Then, he moved his 
tongue right up to her clit and started to suck on that. She felt herself 
swelling more and more, and her pussy muscles started to spasm hard. 

"Oh God, I love it," she moaned, and she could feel all her senses at a 
high. 

"Mmm, not too bad down here, either," he said, and when she looked, she 
could see that he was rubbing his cock as he ate her. 

"Now don't you shoot off without me," she said to him, and he shook his head 
no. 

"Wouldn't dream of it, love," he said. 

He spread her pussy lips wide then, with his two hands, and she was glad. 
For one thing, it meant he wouldn't stroke his cock and run the chance of 
shooting off, but for another, it meant that he could really have a go at 
her clit then. 

She started to moan because of his hard sucking. He was moving his tongue 
over the tip of it, too, and that was sending her through passion heaven. 
She gripped her legs around his head, even tighter than they had been 
before, and started to thrust her pussy back and forth fast, working herself 
to a sensational orgasmic high. 

 "I'm coming," she started to moan. "I'm fucking coming." 

"Language, language," she heard Rebecca screaming, and when she looked over, 
she could see that the woman's bun had come undone. Her red hair had come 
undone, and even though it looked frizzy, it looked much better than it had 
before. 

Cindy thought that she noticed something else. It seemed to her that Rebecca 
had unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, if not for anything else, 
than at least to feel a little more comfortable in the sauna. 

But Cindy didn't pay too much attention to Rebecca. She was too lost in her 
orgasm, and when she was going through one, nothing else seemed to matter. 

As the sensations started to subside a bit, she stopped thrusting her cunt 
so hard, and felt Lyle pulling his head back a bit. He looked up at her, and 
there was a sparkling gleam in his eyes. There was also some of her cunt 
cream running down his chin, and that made her laugh. 

She lifted her legs off his shoulders and rested them on his thighs, leaning 
forward to kiss him hard on the lips at the same time. 

While she did that, she moved her fingers down to his nipples. She had a 
hard time finding them in this thick black fur surrounding them, but when 
they started to get stiffer, they stuck right out of their surrounding 
jungle. 

"Oh, nice," he moaned, and she was so glad. 

He started to stand up slowly, but she kept her hands on his shoulders and 
stopped him when his nipples were just at the same level as her mouth. She 
pulled him closer and moved her mouth to his right nipple. She started to 
bite it hard, and he moaned quite a bit. But that was because she did 
something else, too. 

She moved her hand to his cock and started to caress the underside as gently 
as she possibly could, stroking her way from the very tip, all the way down 
to his two lovely hanging balls, which she cupped in her hand. 

She sucked on his nipple as hard as she could, loving the salty taste of his 
sweat. She knew that his sexual arousal was making him as sweaty as 
possible, and even the dry heat from the sauna couldn't dry his body off 
fast enough. 

"Oh, you are a wonder," he moaned, and then he looked at Rebecca. "Love, why 
don't you drop those fucking clothes and come join the fun?" 

Rebecca looked over at the two of them, and he licked his lips seductively. 
She didn't make any move to walk closer, but that time, she didn't turn 
away. Instead, she kept both of her eyes on the two of them. 

Lyle knew that it was time to stand up more. 

As he did, Cindy moaned because he pulled his nipple out of her mouth, but 
when his thick dick moved closer, she didn't care. She held it firmly in her 
hand and then moved her tongue to the tip of it. 

She flicked her tongue back and forth over the head of his cock, digging her 
way into the piss slit and tasting a few drops of his come. 

Then, she opened her mouth wider and started to move it all the way down his 
shaft. 

He moaned like crazy as he felt her throat surrounding his cock, and when 
she gulped, her throat played the most sensational pleasure-ridden tricks on 
him. He could feel his cock pulsating in the back of her throat as she moved 
her hands around to his buttocks and pulled him closer and closer, until his 
pubic patch was flush against her nose, and his balls were pressing against 
her chin. 

Cindy inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma of his cock patch. She loved it, 
and it worked on her like an aphrodisiac, and made her even more willing to 
keep sucking him. She wished that his cock wasn't so big so she could have 
sucked his balls in her mouth at the same time. 

But since she couldn't, she decided to give his dick the best workout that 
she possibly could. She started to suck harder and harder as she moved her 
mouth up and down the thick length of his hot cock shaft. 

She loved the feeling of his buttocks, too. Each time he thrust into her 
mouth, they felt so taut, but then, when he pulled back, they loosened up a 
bit. 

After about two minutes, he had taken over, and was fucking her face. She 
liked that much better, for she found it exhausting when she had to control 
her mouth movements over a cock shaft. 

She knew that a man liked to thrust his cock faster, at times, and preferred 
it when the man set his own thrusting rate. After all, it was his pleasure 
that she was concerned about at a time like this. 

Cindy thought about Rebecca again, and wished that she could have looked 
over to see how the woman was reacting. But her face was buried in his 
groin. 

Cindy knew that if Rebecca was still turned off by this, she was certainly 
going to be turned off by what was to come next. She would have to be, for 
Cindy had seen many people who were into fucking, react violently against 
what was to come next. 

So, if Rebecca wasn't even into fucking, she would hate it. 

As Lyle's cock started to pulsate hard in her mouth, she stopped thinking 
about it for the time being. After all, she wanted to put all her 
concentration into his load. 

"Oh God," he said, and he started to moan. "It's going to come soon." 

Cindy could feel the tension in his buttocks, but she moved her hands to his 
thighs then, and ran them up and down, picking at the fine black hairs. She 
could really feel his muscles getting tense in his legs, and loved how it 
felt. 

He was obviously trying to hold back, and Cindy was used to things like 
that. She started to rub his thighs harder, and then, she heard him let out 
one of the loudest orgasmic moans that she had ever heard. 

At the same time, his first load of creamy come shot into her mouth, and she 
started to suck the rest out with all her sucking power. 

As he came, Lyle looked over in Rebecca's direction. She had opened a few 
more of her blouse buttons, and was now starting to take off her black suit 
jacket. She wasn't smiling, but she didn't have her usual sour look on her 
face, either, and he took it as a good sign. 

"Oh God, Becky," he said to the woman, "she is one hell of a cocksucker. 
Shit. I can't believe how fucking good I'm feeling." 

Rebecca didn't look disgusted at all that time, and Lyle was happy about it. 
He continued to thrust his cock in and out of Cindy's mouth, even though she 
had sucked him completely dry. 

He knew that if he could stay in her mouth a few more minutes, he would be 
able to keep his hard-on, and possibly turn his attentions to Rebecca. 

Cindy loved it when his dick started to go limp in her mouth, and she sucked 
her way all the way down to his groin, then reached for his two hot balls 
and stuffed them into her eager mouth, sucking them hard, too. 

"Oh, you're beautiful, Cindy, baby, just beautiful," he said, moving his 
fingers to her stiff red nipples and pinching them. "Too bad we can't write 
about what a great cocksucker you are in the article." 

Cindy smiled, and in doing so, let his two balls fall from her mouth. But 
she knew, from the feeling of his lengthening dick in her mouth, that she 
wouldn't have been able to hold his balls in her mouth too much longer 
anyway, and didn't feel at a loss. 

She started to move her mouth back and forth over his cock shaft again, but 
he pulled back and rubbed his cock over her cheeks. 

Then, he turned and looked right at Rebecca. Cindy followed his gaze. 

"Come here, Becky," he said to her. "Come on, love. Open the rest of those 
blouse buttons and show me those tits of yours." 

Cindy noticed that Rebecca kept her eyes on his cock the whole time, and she 
hoped that the woman wouldn't get any ideas of sucking him off to another 
orgasm. Or, if she did, Cindy hoped that he'd be able to come a third time. 

For by this time, her pussy was aching to be filled. 

And there was another part of her that was aching to be filled before his 
dick even made it near her cunt. She was sure he'd do it, too. 

Rebecca took one step forward, and then another one. She was practically 
hypnotized by his cock, and when she reached for it, he moved his fingers to 
her blouse buttons. He opened her blouse the rest of the way and pulled it 
off, and Cindy saw that Rebecca was wearing a bra after all. 

Her dark nipples still seemed to be trying to fight their way to freedom, 
and they were freed in a second when Lyle moved his hand behind and 
unclasped her bra. 

As he slid her bra down her shoulders, her huge tits popped out. Cindy had 
to moan when she saw how round and ripe they were. 

She moved her mouth to one nipple immediately, while Lyle moved his fingers 
to Rebecca's skirt and started to pull it off. 

The woman wore a pair of lace panties, and it took Lyle a few seconds to 
convince her to take them off, too. Nothing was said, however. He just tried 
to pull them down, and she slapped his hand away. Then, he started to rub 
her pussy lips through her panties, pushing his fingers in as deep as they 
could go. When he felt her wetness seeping through the lace, he knew he 
could get them off. 

Rebecca had a thick red pussy bush, and fleshy buttocks. Lyle started to 
sink to his knees, pulling her cunt closer and closer to his face. As he 
did, he cupped her two fleshy buttocks in his hands and massaged them 
gently. 

Meanwhile, Cindy was still sucking on the woman's nipple, flicking the dark 
dot back and forth with her saliva-ridden tongue. 

As she did, Cindy looked over under the wooden bench. She could see the hose 
sticking out, and was surprised that no one had noticed it before. In some 
ways, she was so glad, because she had a feeling that if Rebecca had noticed 
it, she would have pulled it out, seen the enema bag, and then decided not 
to get involved. 

As it was, with her clothes off now, and her body under the close attention 
of two eager lickers, Rebecca was beginning to loosen up more and more. She 
started to stroke Lyle's hair as he moved his tongue all over her cunt area, 
then thrust it right back between her pussy lips again. 

He started to flick her clit back and forth, and she felt herself coming. 

"You feeling okay?" Cindy asked, as the woman started to moan a bit, seeming 
as if she was holding some of her passions in, too. 

"It is rather nice," she said, with an air of dignity. 

Lyle winked at Cindy, then sucked Rebecca's pussy as hard as he possibly 
could. He could feel her juices draining out into his mouth, and loved it. 
Her come was so sweet and flavorful, and once he had a taste of it, he 
wanted more. 

Cindy, meanwhile, could see that Rebecca was trying to lean forward so she 
could reach for Lyle's hard dick: She watched the woman grab hold of the tip 
of it and rub a drop of come all over the head, but from the angle, it was 
just too hard for Rebecca to grab the shaft. 

Cindy was quite happy about that. For now, she was so turned on, that she 
was dying to feel Lyle's cock working its way in and out of her pussy. She 
knew that his dick would make excellent, passion-ridden contact with her 
clit, because he was so incredibly thick, especially at the base, where it 
really counted. 

Rebecca kept thrusting her pussy back and forth against his face, until her 
orgasmic passion started to subside. As it did, and Lyle tasted less and 
less pussy cream flowing into his mouth, he pulled his head back. 

Cindy leaned forward and kissed him on the lips hard. 

"Oh, that was very, very nice," Rebecca said. "Excellent work, Lyle." 

Their kiss ended, and both of them stared at Rebecca. For a woman in her 
early forties, she looked sensational, and now that her body was flushed 
with a red excited color, she was simply marvelous to stare at. 

But Cindy could tell that Lyle was staring at her a little too much. 

She wanted him to keep his eyes on her, for she wanted full treatment. 

"How would you like me to fuck you?" Lyle asked, and Cindy was sure that he 
was talking to her. But then, he said the name. "Rebecca?" 

Cindy knew how important the woman was, and that was one reason why she 
didn't start to scream at her. But deep down inside, she felt like telling 
the woman that she was just too old to be fucking around with a younger boy 
like Lyle, and that she should stick to some men of her own age. 

They would have been words filled with a jealous rage. 

But Rebecca was shaking her head no. 

"I'm sorry, Lyle, darling. I like the way you ate me, but only special 
people get to fuck me. You should learn that right now." 

"Oh, come on, Becky. You've let yourself go this far. You look like you're 
hot enough to want a good fucking." 

"No, Lyle," she said. "If you'd like to eat me again, that's fine. I don't 
mind your tongue. It feels rather nice, I must admit. But that cock of yours 
looks to me like a dangerous weapon. It's very big." 

"It sure is," Cindy said, and she reached for it and rubbed it against her 
pussy patch, trying to be as subtle as she could. 

"Would you like it then?" Lyle asked, as he felt the pleasure surging 
through him. 

"Why, Lyle Abbott," she said to him, "I thought you'd never ask." 

"I would have asked you first," he said. "Only since you are married, I 
thought that you might have your standards. I never thought that Rebecca 
would turn me down, seeing as how she's the swinging single around town. For 
a woman her age, that is." 

"No age jokes from you, you tot," Rebecca said, and she slapped him in the 
ass playfully, but it was such a hard slap, that Cindy could hear it. 

Lyle was rubbing his cock against her pussy lips now, and since she was so 
close to the bench, he was trying to push her back and get her to lie down. 
She moved with him a few feet back, but then, pushed past him. 

"Hey," he said to her. "Where are you going? I thought that... " 

He stopped talking when she bent down and pulled the enema bag out from 
under the other wooden bench. He was fascinated by the bright orange rubber 
bag, for he had seen them before, and even heard about how they were used. 

And yet, he had never even touched one in his life. 

Cindy moved to the water faucet in the sauna and turned it on. She felt the 
water to make sure that it was the right temperature, and when it was 
soothing and warm, she started to fill the bag up. 

The rubber swelled right up as more and more water filled it, and it wasn't 
until it was as full as possible that Cindy turned off the water and then 
snapped the long hose onto the end of it. 

She walked back to the bench and stood on it. She placed the bag on a hook, 
and then lay down, still holding the end of the hose in her hand. She spread 
her legs wide and moved the hose nozzle down toward her puckered asshole. 

"I want you to fuck me, Lyle," she said to him. "But first, I want you to 
fill me with this warm water. I want an enema." 

"Oh God," she heard Rebecca moan in disgust. 

But it wasn't Rebecca she cared about. It was Lyle, and he was reaching for 
the nozzle and taking it from her hand, then inserting it where it 
belonged... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Cindy Carlyle sat in front of her vanity mirror and started combing her long 
blonde hair. She had already done her make-up, and was confident that the 
blue eye shadow complimented her light blue eyes. 

When she studied her cheeks, she decided to try pinching them first. She had 
already put on a dab of rouge, and hoped that the pinching would bring out a 
greater red coloring. When it didn't, she dabbed on a drop more rouge on 
each cheek. 

Then, she put on some lip gloss and licked her lips. 

It wasn't until she was sure of her facial beauty once again, that she 
continued to comb her hair once again. She hoped that she wouldn't get 
distracted again, for she knew that Richard would be home from the studio 
soon. 

And she had to look her best. 

At most times, she preferred to look as attractive as possible for her 
husband. She knew how much it turned him on when she was dressed in 
something frilly, and made-up and looking hot, when he walked through the 
door. 

But this time, it was a necessity that she look good, for she had some 
things to tell him and didn't know how he'd take the news. 

Therefore, she had to put him at ease first, and her beauty was usually the 
thing that could do it. But this night, he had to be more at ease than 
usual, for she knew that once she told him what she had in mind, he would 
get tense. 

He might even start yelling at her, she surmised, and if that happened, she 
was prepared to just storm out of whatever room they were in. 

She planned to tell him that he had no right to be mad at her. 

But deep down, she sensed that he did. She closed her eyes, and her thoughts 
drifted back to the events of the afternoon. 

She had been so turned on when she handed Lyle Abbott the enema hose, and he 
took it from her. When he had first reached for it, she wasn't sure if he 
was going to use it on her or just drop it on the floor. 

But as soon as he had it in his hand, he moved it to her asshole. He rubbed 
the hose against her puckered hole, and when she stayed tight, he moved his 
finger there. He started to rub her bunghole, and she could feel herself 
getting more at ease. 

But then, she looked over at Rebecca Winslow. 

Rebecca looked like she was past the point of repulsion, and Cindy had 
thought, at the time, that maybe she should forget it. After all, Rebecca, 
being a gossip columnist, was not the kind of woman to see something like 
that, especially if it turned her off. 

But Lyle had massaged her asshole enough to loosen her up, and he was 
sliding his finger in and out of her asshole by that time. 

When he pulled his finger all the way out, then slid the rubber enema hose 
up there instead, it was almost like she was in heaven. 

She closed her eyes and started to moan, and for the next few minutes, 
forgot all about Rebecca Winslow and her stem, forthright attitudes. After 
all, Rebecca had gotten into it enough to let Lyle suck her pussy, so if she 
wanted to draw a line at certain things, that was fine. 

But Cindy loved to go all the way, particularly when she was loosened up 
enough. 

She waited for Lyle to turn the spigot and start the water flow. 

He kept smiling at her, as if he knew she wanted it, and ever so slowly, he 
finally moved his fingers there and turned it. 

As the warm water rushed into her asshole, she could feel her whole body 
loosen up. She loved it. It was as if every atom inside of her was relaxed 
and open to stimulus, and as she filled up and he moved his fingers to her 
nipple, she loved it. 

"Oh, baby," she moaned. "Fill me, fill me, fill me." 

"Until you're bubbling over with it," he said to her, and when he smiled, 
she noticed that his teeth were so white and perfect. 

He moved his cock to her pussy lips and rubbed it there for a few minutes, 
looking at the enema bag and watching it thin out as the water drained into 
her. 

When it was empty, and she was full, she started to moan louder. 

"Oh, this is the best feeling in the world," she said, and was momentarily 
reminded of Rebecca's presence when the woman cleared her throat. 

Lyle pulled the enema hose out of her asshole slowly, then moved his fingers 
to her belly and pressed down. 

"You won't leak on me, will you love?" he asked. 

She laughed so hard that she felt like she was ready to shit all the water 
out right then and there. But she knew that she could hold it in. She had 
been holding it in for years now, and nothing could make her release it 
until she wanted to. 

For with the water in her asshole, she was more relaxed than she was at any 
other point in her life. 

"No," she said. "Just stick that dick into me, and you'll see what it's 
like. Have you ever fucked on a water bed before?" 

"As a matter of fact, I have," he told her, and he was positioning himself 
right between her legs then, and getting ready to enter her. 

"Well then, get ready to fuck a water body," Cindy said to him. 

Lyle moaned as he thrust his way deep into her cunt, and she could feel her 
cunt stretching so much, that a few drops of water leaked out of her. In 
reality, Cindy knew, they didn't actually leak. She let them out to make a 
little more room. 

Lyle started to fuck her like crazy, and she loved it. She could feel his 
cock nibbing over her clit, and her pussy started to spasm hard. She thought 
that she was going to lose the water at one point, but when she remembered 
it. she just concentrated on tightening up her ass muscles, and didn't lose 
it. 

Lyle pressed his chest down on top of her tits, and she could feel her 
nipples getting buried in his warm chest fur. As he started to move his 
chest around on top of her, she felt her nipples tingling. 

"Oh, fabulous," she said to him. "Fucking fabulous. A fucking fabulous 
fucker." 

"Love the alliteration, love," he said. 

She managed to wrap her legs around his ass, and she started to massage his 
sweaty buttocks as hard as she could. 

He moaned louder, then started to grind his cock around inside of her, as 
well as thrusting it. She stretched more, and let a few more drops leak out 
of her. But she knew that was all she was going to let leak. 

There was enough room in her water-filled ass now to hold the rest in, and 
since it was so soothing, it only added to the fuck passion. She started to 
thrust her ass up and down off the wooden chair as she got into the fuck 
even more. 

"Oh baby, what a fucking tight pussy," he moaned, and she could feel his 
cock pulsating a little bit inside of her. 

"Don't come yet. I don't want to feel you come yet." 

"I could fuck you for days," he moaned. "Fucking for fucking days." 

"Despicable," Rebecca started to moan. "The two of you. Just downright 
disgusting. Not so much everything as it is just that water." 

"Rebecca, why don't you shut your mouth and bring your cunt here?" Lyle 
asked her, and he stuck his tongue in and out of his mouth a few times. 
"I'll lick that pussy for you and turn you on like crazy." 

Rebecca was too busy pulling on her panties and bra. 

"Nothing could turn me on now. Not after this gross display of madness." 

Cindy had been so lost in the fuck, that she only heard Rebecca's words 
floating through her mind, and didn't pay too much attention to the meaning 
behind them. 

But as she sat at her vanity table, she thought about them now. Rebecca was 
so totally grossed out by what she had witnessed, the maybe she was planning 
to tell the whole world about it on her syndicated gossip show. 

Cindy thought back again. 

There were so many times when she had been sure that Lyle was getting ready 
to explode in her pussy, and each time, her pussy went through a mild 
orgasm. She loved the way it felt, and knew that when he was ready to 
explode, she was going to explode along right with him. 

He started to come about twenty minutes after entering her, and she could 
feel his cream flooding into her pussy and filling her over and over again. 

She knew that some of the cream was her own, however, for as soon as he 
started coming, her pussy was spasming to tightly, and the cream was just 
rolling out of her. 

Lyle loved it. He moved his mouth to hers and planted his lips on hers, then 
pressed his tongue into her mouth so deep, that she thought he was going to 
hit her throat. He started to flick his tongue in and out of her mouth, and 
soon, he was doing it at the same rate that he was moving his cock in and 
out of her pussy. 

He stayed hard for a pretty long time, and soon, she could feel his cock 
starting to go limp on her. When it did, he pulled back and lay on top of 
her. 

"Oh, this is just too fucking much," she moaned. 

"It certainly is," Rebecca said, and when Cindy sat up, she could see that 
the woman was standing by the door that they had entered from. 

Only now, the door was open. Rebecca had obviously discovered the tiny lock 
that Cindy had turned, and she looked quite upset. 

She started to pull on the rest of her clothing, as Lyle lay on top of 
Cindy, still. He rubbed his body over hers to keep the passions at a nice 
high, but then, Cindy could feel the sudden rush overcoming her. 

"Quick, get up," she moaned. 

He got off her as fast as possible, and she ran to the large drain in the 
middle of the sauna floor. She closed her eyes as she stooped down, and 
then, the water started rushing out of her asshole as she shit it all out. 

She heard Lyle moaning as she did, and knew that he was getting more and 
more turned on watching her. But at the same time, she could hear moans of 
disgust coming from the other direction, where Rebecca Winslow was standing. 

"This is one of the dirtiest displays that I've ever witnessed in my life," 
Cindy heard the woman saying, but she was too busy shitting the rest out. 

When she was finished, she stood up and smiled at Lyle. 

"It's one of the sexiest displays I've ever seen," she heard him say. 

"We'll see about that," Rebecca said, and she stormed out of the sauna. 

As Cindy slipped into her clothing, Lyle started getting dressed, too. He 
was finished before she was, and slipped his camera back around his neck. 

"I don't care what the old baboon says. You were fantastic." 

"Yes, but will she say anything to anyone else?" Cindy asked. 

"Who knows? Don't worry about it." 

But as she sat, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help 
but worry about it. Rebecca's reaction of revulsion had confirmed the fact 
that she was much straighter than Lyle, who, in the end, had loved it all. 

But when they returned to the living room, Rebecca was nowhere to be found. 
As Lyle looked out in the front driveway, he could see that she had already 
left, taking her car with her, and leaving him to call a cab. 

He had stayed around and taken a few more shots of the house, and then, he 
had kissed Cindy on the lips. 

"If ever you need my services again, do not fail to call," he said. 

Cindy thought about it. She decided that maybe she would call him, and see 
if he had spoken to Rebecca when he got back to the office. After all, she 
decided, if she knew what Rebecca was planning to do about what she'd seen, 
maybe she would be able to relax a little bit more. 

Just as she picked up the phone by the vanity and started to push the 
buttons to dial, there was a knock on her bedroom door. The maid stuck her 
head in. 

"Mister Richard is home now, Ma'am," the black woman said. 

"Thank you, Bea," Cindy told her, and she hung up the phone. 

She stood up and started to leave her bedroom, determined to greet her 
husband with one of the most loving greetings he'd ever seen. As she passed 
the full-length mirror, she checked her reflection. 

She was wearing her one piece, sleek black jump suit, with the bare back. It 
was cut in the back, almost all the way down to her buttocks. In fact, she 
could see the beginning of the crack between her buttocks when she walked, 
and loved it. 

The front looked even better, revealing a great deal of her abundant 
cleavage. 

Cindy blew a kiss to herself, then stepped out into the hall. She took hold 
of the banister as she walked down the stairs, and felt like she was getting 
a lot of support from it. However, when she got downstairs and saw Richard 
sitting in the living room, holding a double scotch on the rocks in his 
hand, she knew that she would need more support from something. 

For his having a double, usually meant that he'd had a bad day. 

"Darling," she said, holding her hands out as she walked toward him. 

He didn't stand up, which annoyed her, and so, she reached for his curly 
brown hair and started to fiddle with it. 

"Did you have a good day at the studio today?" she asked, hoping that she 
had been reading him all wrong. 

"Shit would be exaggerating and making it sound good," he said. 

She felt her heart sink to her knees, and she sunk down in front of him, 
along with it. She rested her head on his thigh, hoping that she would see 
some sign of his arousal. It was always a positive sign. 

"Tell me about it," she said to him. "I want to know everything." 

"Well, when I got there today, the director decided that he wanted me to 
wear a lighter colored jacket in the first scene. He said that the dark 
jacket I wore before didn't make my eyes stand out. He said that ail the 
women who came to see my first movie came to see my baby blues." 

"Well, you do have fantastic eyes, Richard." 

"I don't give a shit about my eyes. I want them to see me act as a whole. As 
a performer, and not just the man with the light blue eyes. Besides, his 
changing jacket colors meant that we had to shoot those scenes over again." 

"Well, what was wrong with that?" 

"Honey, I saw the rushes from the earlier scenes, and aside from the fucking 
dark jacket, I was fantastic. I felt like it was Oscar time for me." 

"Recreate it." 

"I tried. But shit, I was all set to do the love scene today, which had me 
in a completely different mood than I needed in the parlor scene. That 
fucking Jack. I think he's trying to sabotage my career." 

Cindy stood up and walked toward the bar to make herself another drink. 

"Do you know what they say about people as they become more famous, 
darling?" she asked, as she made herself a vodka gimlet. "They say that you 
become more paranoid. That's what's happening to you, I'm sure." 

"Oh, shut up," he said, and she knew how mad he was because he hardly ever 
spoke to her in that tone of voice. 

She did as she was told, realizing that she would have to appease his 
troubled mind before adding more grief to it. But that would have to come 
soon, she knew, for she feared his hearing something about Rebecca's gossip 
before she had a chance to tell him all about it. 

"Hey," she said to him. "I know what you need. I think that the sauna would 
relax you a hell of a lot." 

He looked at her suspiciously, and she thought that he wasn't going to go. 
But then, a smile lit up across his face. 

"You know something, darling? I think that's a fantastic idea." 

"I'll join you then," she said to him. 

"I was hoping you'd say that," Richard told her, and she could see that his 
smile was so bright then, that he had to be in a good mood. 

They started walking toward the patio terrace, so that they could enter the 
sauna from the outside. He took her hand as they walked, and squeezed it. 

"You know something?" he asked. "I don't know what I'd do if you weren't 
here when I got home. You're fantastic." 

"Thank you," she said. "And I can't think of any place that I would rather 
be than waiting right here for your return." 

She moved her lips to his and kissed him gently. As they neared the pool, he 
looked in that direction and then started to smile. 

. "Let's take a swim first. It will really relax me," he said. 

"Terrific idea," she said to him, and she could see how enthusiastic he was 
because he started to strip off his clothing right away. 

Cindy stood there and watched her husband undress, because no matter how 
many times she had seen him naked during their four-year marriage, his naked 
body never failed to send a thrill through her. 

He had one of the best bodies she'd ever seen. As he stripped off his shirt, 
she studied the brown hair on his chest. Then, he slipped out of his pants 
and underpants at the same time, and she could see the white area of flesh 
near his groin, where he usually wore a bathing suit when he lay in the sun. 

As he looked at her and saw him staring at his limp, but still thick dick, 
he started to laugh. He tugged on his two heavy, hanging balls. 

"You know what else Jack said to me," he told her, as he traced his finger 
over the area where his tan met his white flesh. "He told me not to lie out 
in the sun too much longer, for the rest of the film, at least." 

"Why?" she asked him. 

"Well, remember I told you that I had those nude shots in it? They only show 
me from behind, and take a few up to the pubic hairs, too, but don't show my 
dick." 

"Thank God for that," she said. "I don't mind sharing you with a million 
other women on screen, but that dick is mine." 

He laughed, and then he turned and dove into the pool. She saw that he had 
such sensational form, and wondered if he hadn't been an Olympic swimmer in 
another life. 

He swam from one end of the pool to the other, then started floating on his 
back. As he did, he looked over at her. 

"Come on, honey. Aren't you going to come in an join me?" 

Cindy thought about it for a while. She had spent so much time doing her 
make-up and fixing her hair, all of which would be ruined the second she put 
her head under the water. But, as she stepped closer to the pool, she could 
see that his cock was lying in his lap, and looking bigger by the second. 

That was enough to convince her that she should join him. Besides, now that 
he was in such a good mood, she didn't want to do anything to break it. 

She reached around to the back of her jumper and unhooked the few straps. 
Then she wiggled out of it, pushing the pants down, too. She pulled off her 
black panties and dove into the pool next to him. 

She swam between his legs and reached for his hard cock as she did, only 
touching it for a second before she came up for air behind him. Then she 
moved her cunt closer to his ass and rubbed herself there. 

"This does feel so nice," she said to him. "I love it." 

"It is relaxing," he said to her. "But you wouldn't know it as much if you 
hadn't put in a full day's work." 

"I did have a pretty full day," she said, and she loved the way his dick 
looked as it bobbed in the water. 

"Really?" he asked, moving his hand to her tit. "Tell me about it." 

"Not now," she said. "Suffice it to say that we're going to have our home 
shown in one of those magazines. It was nice." 

"Really?" he asked. "And how did all this come about?" 

"Well, Rebecca Winslow called me today and asked if she could come over. She 
came with a photographer." 

"Well, I hope you gave her all the right answers. She can make and break a 
person with the shit that she spews from her mouth," he said. 

She didn't say anything else. Instead, she submerged herself in the water 
and started to swim toward the diving board. 

She climbed out of the pool and stood on the board. Then, she did a dive 
into the water and swam between his legs once more. As she came up for air, 
she could see him walking toward the shallow end of the pool and starting to 
get out. 

"Where are you going?" she called out to him. 

"Going to get some sauna," he said, and she looked at how taut his ass was 
as he climbed out of the pool. 

She was hypnotized by it, and started to swim toward him, determined to 
follow him to the sauna. She walked right in after him, and saw that he was 
already sitting by the controls, and that he had turned up the heat a little 
more. 

"That feels nice," she said, as she shook hear head back and forth and hoped 
that the dry heat would make her hair dry nicely, with good body. 

As she shook her head, he reached out and grabbed a hold of her hips. He 
pulled her closer and then moved his mouth to her pussy bush. He started to 
lick her wet blonde hairs, running his tongue lower between her legs and 
licking her cunt lips. 

She started to moan as she felt him penetrating her, and soon, she was 
thrusting her pussy back and forth against his- face, feeling a steady rise 
in her passions. Her cunt was getting wetter, and her pussy juices started 
to flow readily into his mouth. 

He was moaning as he drank her cream, moving his fingers to her buttocks and 
squeezing them, too, feeling the sweat building up. 

"Oh, that feels so nice, lover," she said, and she started to run her hands 
up and down his back, firmly and hard, because she knew he loved it that 
way. 

Then, she moved her hand down to his buttock and slid it around to his 
thigh. She could feel his cock in her hand, a second later, and started to 
massage it. 

"Oh, do you know what I would love right now?" she asked him. 

He kept eating her pussy with more determination, flicking and sucking on 
her clit. She knew that he didn't want to hear about it, but decided that if 
he fucked her, he would really relax, and then it would be so much easier to 
talk with him. 

"Not that this doesn't feel sensational," Cindy continued, "but you know 
that I would love you to add something to it." 

He sucked her juices out of her cunt, and then pulled his head back. 

"No, baby. Forget the enema for a night," he said to her. 

"Oh, Richard, you know how much I love it. You should get into it, too. I 
bet that it would relax you so much if you did." 

"Let's just fuck without it," he said to her, and he started to finger her 
pussy gently, just to keep her pleasures at a high. 

"You know that I need it," she said to him, and she tried to control that 
anger that she could feel raging inside of her. 

For she was telling the truth. In the four years that they had been married, 
he had always fucked her when she had an enema in her ass, and that was 
because she never let him fuck her without it. 

She knew that he had every right to wonder why, because she had never 
explained it to him. But she didn't think that she ever could explain it to 
him either. 

He started to push her back on the wooden bench she sat on, and she moved 
her hand between his legs again and firmly grabbed his cock. She squeezed it 
as she started to run her hand up and down the shaft, and when she heard him 
moaning so softly, she knew that she was getting what she wanted. 

For he was always subject to what his cock was feeling, and when she could 
turn him on enough so that he wanted her badly, he would do what she wanted. 

She moved her mouth to his cock and flicked her tongue back and forth over 
the tip, running her long fingers along the underside, all the way to his 
balls. When she took them in her hand and caressed them gently, he started 
to moan louder. 

"On Cindy, you really know how to turn me on," he moaned. 

She looked up into his sparkling blue eyes, and could see how much they were 
twinkling. The broad grin that he had on his face also told her how much he 
was getting turned on, and she could see his straight white teeth shining, 
too. 

"Well, you know how to turn me on, if you want to," she said. 

He tried to move his fingers to her pussy patch, but she pushed them away. 

"Get the bag," she said to him. "I want the bag." 

She continued to stroke his cock, for all he had to do was bend down and 
pull the bag out from under the bench. She smiled when he did it, then stood 
up and walked with him to the faucet, keeping him under firm cock control. 

For Cindy knew that he could change his mind any time that he wanted to, 
were she to pull her hand away and stop stroking him. But, as long as she 
was, he would go ahead, full steam, as he was doing now. 

She watched the orange enema bag fill with water and swell up. 

She could feel her pussy dripping already as she thought about how the water 
would flow through her and relax her. 

And she started to think about what it would be like to give him an enema, 
for as far as she knew, he never had one. She was sure that it would be the 
perfect thing for him, especially now that he was in the middle of making a 
film that seemed to send him home feeling tense every night. 

But for now, she wasn't planning to push her luck. 

She lay back on the wooden bench as he pulled the enema bag off the faucet 
and screwed the hose into place. Then, he hung the bag up on the hook and 
moved the nozzle toward her asshole, gently inserting it. 

"You're wide open today," he said, as he felt the hose moving in with ease. 

She' knew that it would have been an opportune time to tell him about what 
Rebecca's reaction had been, just by starting off and telling him why she 
was so wide open. But she just couldn't bring herself to do it, especially 
when she felt him turning the spigot. For then, the water started to flow 
into her. 

"Oh God," she moaned, and she closed her eyes, feeling like she was in 
heaven once again. 

"Oh, Richard, it's just so fantastic." 

He moved his hand to her breast and started to stroke her nipple, while his 
other hand continued to play with the hose. He was moving it in and out of 
her asshole slowly, as the water still flowed in. 

She played with his cock, too, waiting for the moment when he would pull the 
enema hose out of her ass and make room for himself between her legs. For 
then, his cock would be closer to her cunt, and would enter her soon 
afterwards. 

"So," he said, making conversation to pass the time. "What did Rebecca 
Winslow have to ask you about? What it's like to be married to a famous 
star?" 

"Yes, things like that," she said to him. "I even took her and the 
photographer out here so they could see this fantastic sauna. He seemed to 
love it." 

"Oh?" Richard asked her, and she sensed that he was beginning to realize 
things. 

Of course, she knew he wouldn't mind knowing about what she had done with 
Lyle, for during their years of marriage, both of them had cheated on each 
other a few times, and they both knew it. 

In fact, they had discussed having an open marriage after he had cheated the 
first time, and in the end, both decided that since they were now living in 
Beverly Hills where these things went on all the time, there would be no 
reason to have a marriage that required fidelity. Love was all that counted 
between them, and no matter how many people they fucked outside of the 
marriage, the fact that they only loved each other was all that they needed 
to keep going. 

"Yes," she said. "Lyle did like it. But then, we got locked inside." 

"Oh? Continue," Richard said. "I'd like to hear the rest of this." 

She was full by that time, and he was pulling the nozzle out of her asshole. 
She could feel the water inside of her, and moved around a little. 

"Fuck me first," she said to him. "Then I'll tell you everything that 
happened." 

Richard climbed up on the wooden bench and positioned himself between her 
legs. He moved his cock close enough so that he could touch her pussy lips, 
then started to rub the head against them. As he did, he got her so excited 
that her wet cunt lips spread right open to make way for his invading dick. 

He moved in slowly, thrusting his cock upwards so that he would make great 
contact with her stiff clit. She closed her eyes and let loose with a loud 
moan as she felt her cunt starting to spasm hard around his cock. 

"Oh yes, Richard," she moaned, "fuck me blind, baby, fuck me blind." 

Richard had to admit that he loved the way his dick felt in her cunt when 
she was filled with water. It felt like he was floating around inside of 
her, although she was still tight enough so that he could feel the effects 
her pussy walls had when his cock made contact with them. 

But when he was in as deep as possible, grinding his cock around inside of 
her, he felt like he was on a waterbed. 

He didn't understand how she was able to hold all the water in her asshole 
while he fucked her, but since she had been doing it ever since they were 
married, he didn't bother to ask her anymore. There had been a time, once, 
when he would ask her all the time, but she never answered him, and he soon 
learned that it was better to just go along with it and to stop asking 
questions about it. 

His cock was starting to pulsate hard in her cunt, and he slowed down a 
little bit. 

"You are excited today, aren't you?" she asked him. 

"Well, I'll be honest with you and tell you that I had a little thing with 
Margaret Ann Bower, the lead actress today," he said. 

"I had a feeling something like that happened," Cindy told him. "You were 
hotter than hot this evening." 

"You, too," he said. "Tell me about this photographer guy." 

"Well, it just got so hot in here while we were trapped, that we had to 
strip." 

She could feel his cock pulsating inside of her as she told him, and sensed 
that he was starting to get turned on by the story. 

"I mean, there was nothing else we could do. Well, he had such a nice body, 
and all, and he liked my body, and... " 

"Where was Miss Winslow when you two were going at it?" he asked. 

"She was here, too," Cindy said. 

"Christ, that's bad," he said, without much anger in his voice. "Cindy, are 
you sure that was the right thing to do?" 

"She got into it, too," Cindy said to him, and when he heard that, he felt 
so good, that he started to fuck her even harder. She could tell that he was 
really into the pleasures from this fuck, because he was massaging her 
nipples with his fingers at the same time that he was fucking her. 

"Good," he said. "Let me tell you what Margaret and I did, and then you can 
tell me what you and Lyle and Rebecca did. A threesome, how about that? 
Anyway, this happened between Margaret and myself when Jack called a break 
in the nude scene. The cast and crew went out for a while, and we were left 
in bed. She is attractive, you know." 

"I do know," Cindy said. "I've seen her on screen. All of her." 

"Yes, they do tend to cast her when they need a hot looking body. Anyway, 
she was starting to turn me on, and when she saw how hard my dick was, she 
told me that we couldn't continue to film until something was done about it. 
Then, she proceeded to do the something about it." 

"And what exactly was that?" Cindy asked, and she could feel her own pussy 
starting to flood her juices all around his thrusting cock. 

"Oh, she just moved her wet pussy down on my dick and rode me until we were 
both shooting off our loads. That's all." 

She could feel his cock pulsating hard inside of her and knew that the 
memory of his afternoon fling was about to make him come. 

"Well, I fucked Lyle this afternoon, too," she said to him. 

He was still smiling, and she knew that it was because he was starting to 
come. She could feel the tension in his body, and then, she felt him shoot 
his cock cream deep inside her pussy. The warmth from it was so pleasing, 
that she started to come again. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks and 
massaged them firmly. 

"Oh, fill me up, with that cream," Cindy said, and she pulled his lips to 
hers and kissed him hard, opening her mouth so she could suck his tongue. 

They bucked their hips up and down together, so that she could keep him in 
her for the longest time. For as he shot his last load, she started to feel 
his dick going limp inside of her pussy. 

He rested on top of her for a long time after the fuck, still kissing her. 
But then, about ten minutes later, he pulled his head back. 

"You fucked Lyle?" he asked her. "I'm not mad or anything, but did you fuck 
him with or without an enema?" 

"With, of course," she said. "He didn't mind it at all." 

"And what about Rebecca Winslow?" he asked her. "What did she have to say?" 

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, Rebecca seemed to 
be into our foreplay. She even let Lyle lick her out. But then, when I 
brought out the enema, she didn't seem to like it. As a matter of fact, she 
hated the idea of it." 

He lifted his chest off hers by straightening his arms and leaning on the 
palms of his hands. She could see that he was not too happy. 

"What do you mean she hated the idea of it?" he asked her. 

"Well, she didn't like the idea of sex, either, so it seemed," Cindy said to 
him. "I mean, when Lyle and I first started, it was only because we were 
locked in here. We both felt more comfortable with nothing on. It took her a 
while to get used to it. But soon, she was as naked as we were. She has a 
beautiful body, Richard. She... " 

"I don't care about what she looks like," he said to her. "Tell me her 
reaction." 

"Well, Lyle wanted to fuck her originally, and she didn't want it. So 
naturally, he asked me if he could fuck me. I took out the enema, and 
Rebecca looked like she was getting a little disgusted with it." 

"Jesus, do you know what she's going to do?" 

"Nothing. She stuck around and watched the whole thing, and it wasn't until 
after we were finished and I let all the water out that she started making 
remarks to show me just how disgusted she was." 

"And then?" he asked her. "Continue. I want to hear the rest." 

"Well, she managed to get the door open, and then she dressed and left, 
before we had a chance to stop her. Oh Richard, I'm so sorry." His smiled 
had faded completely, and he suddenly pulled his hand back and slapped her 
across the face, once, twice, and then a third time. 

"Sorry won't work this time," he said to her. "Do you know that woman could 
ruin my career in a second with that kind of. news, and she probably will, 
too. All right, Cindy, you're really going to be punished this time!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Cindy felt Richard pull her to a standing position by her hair. He was so 
forceful that she knew better than to protest, for if she did, she knew that 
he would start to act even more cruel. 

He started dragging her toward the door leading to their bedroom. However, 
he didn't stop in the bedroom. Instead, he dragged her right through to 
their large bathroom. 

"Let that water out now," he commanded, and she stooped by the toilet and 
started to shit everything out of her asshole. 

He looked at her and played with his semi-hard cock. She reached out to hold 
it but he slapped her hand away. 

"I can't believe what you did," he kept saying. "I can't believe that you 
had the fucking nerve to do something like that." 

"I didn't know that it was going to happen," she said, and she was lying. 

For when she thought about it, she had known, from the second she saw Lyle 
step out of Rebecca's car, that she was going to want him, and that she was 
going to get him. 

"Just wait until news of this hits the papers," he said. 

She tried to reach for his cock again, hoping that if she could get him 
hard, she might be able to relax him. However, he slapped her hand away a 
second time, even harder than he had done the first time. She could feel her 
hand stinging. 

She finished shitting out all the water that she had stored in her asshole, 
and then he pulled her to a standing position by her hair. He dragged her 
into the shower stall and pulled her hands up to the faucet. 

There was a rubber strap up by the faucet, and he started to lace it around 
her wrists. 

pulling it as tight as he possibly could. 

"Ow, that hurts," she said to him. "You're cutting into my wrists and it 
hurts." 

He slapped her hard in the ass so that he knew it would sting. 

"It's not supposed to tickle," he said to her, and the hostility in his 
voice was getting stronger and stronger. "Now you know I love you Cindy, but 
when you do something as fucked up as this, you deserve to be punished." 

Once her hand were both secured to the shower faucet, he turned on the 
water. It was shooting right in her face, and she tried to turn her head 
away. 

He reached for another piece of rubber stripping and held it in his hand. He 
pulled his arm back and started to lash her across her naked buttocks. 

This was something that she sometimes asked him to do, when she wanted to 
explore her water fetish more. But this time, he was hitting her harder than 
ever, and she felt as if the rubber was cutting into her buttocks. 

"Please, Richard, that hurts!" she screamed. "My ass is hurting." 

"It's going to hurt even more," he said to her. "It will hurt like hell, and 
then maybe you'll never want another enema up your asshole." 

She shook her head no, meaning that she would always want one. But he didn't 
even see her, for he had moved around behind her. He started to rub his cock 
against the crack of her ass, probing it into her asshole. 

"Don't fuck me there." she said. "Please. That will kill me." 

"You always take a bag full of water, so I don't see why you can't take a 
cock." 

Her ass was still pretty wet from the water from before, and he knew that he 
would be able to enter her without any lubrication. 

However, as he started to ram his cock into her asshole, he could feel how 
tight she was. Tighter than he had ever expected. 

She started to groan in pain as he fucked her asshole brutally, smashing in 
each time so that his balls whacked her buttocks hard. He moved his fingers 
around to her pussy and started to massage it, and she relaxed a little bit. 

But Cindy was in pain most of the time. She had only been fucked in the ass 
once, and the memory of it was the worst thing in her life. 

"Please, you'll kill me," she started to moan. "Oh, Richard, I'm so sorry. I 
really am. But please don't punish me anymore." 

"You really amaze me, you know that?" he asked, and she could tell that he 
wasn't as angry as he was before. She attributed it to the height in cock 
arousal, and hoped that as he neared orgasm, he would stop hating her 
completely. "I can't fucking understand you sometimes. There are times when 
you can take a bag and a half full of water, and yet, you can't even take a 
cock." 

"Because the water doesn't stretch me the way the cock does," she moaned, 
and he could hear the pain in her voice. 

He could also feel his cock on the verge of shooting. His rod was tense now, 
and he started to fuck her faster and harder. For even though he knew that 
the force behind his fucking might hurt her more, he figured that if he did 
it that way, he'd come sooner and she wouldn't have to endure the pain for 
such a long time. 

He started to come in her asshole, and he could feel how much more slippery 
she was inside then. 

He was moaning as he pumped his come into her, and he heard her groans of 
pain change to moans of pleasure, as she realized that the worst of it was 
over. 

He rested inside of her, as his cock went limp, and then he had another 
idea. 

"You said you liked -to be filled with water?" he asked her. "Well, here's 
some water to fill your asshole." 

He started to piss inside of her, and when she felt it, she started to groan 
with a sense of disgust. His piss was just as warm as the water that she 
usually was filled up with, but the fact that it was his waste made her feel 
disgusted. 

However, he loved it. He could feel his cock swimming in her asshole soon, 
and he drained himself completely before he pulled out. As he did, he moved 
under the shower and started to wash his cock off. 

He could see that she was letting the piss trickle down her leg, and he 
moved his hand to her buttocks and slapped her hard. 

"Hey, what's the matter?" he asked her. "Don't you want to keep it inside?" 

"Oh Richard, you can really be disgusting at times," she said to him. 

"You should talk," he told her, and he hit her buttocks a few more times. 

She was crying when he finally moved his fingers to the rubber strap around 
her wrists and opened it. When she was free to do so, she turned around and 
let the rest of his piss drip from her ass, keeping her buttocks spread wide 
with her hands so she could wash away most of it as it came out. 

Richard, by that time, stepped out of the shower. He reached for a towel and 
started to dry himself off. 

He was sitting on the bed in a pair of undershorts by the time she had 
washed herself off and was stepping into the bedroom with a towel in her 
hand. 

She moved in front of him and then moved her fingers to his hair. Her pussy 
was a few inches from his face, and she hoped that he would lick her, just 
to show her that there were no hard feelings. 

But all he did was look down at the floor. "My career is ruined," he said to 
her. "You ruined me. Nipped me at the bud." 

"God, Richard, you're letting your film lines interfere with your real life. 
Now you know that your career isn't ruined. I'm sure that Rebecca Winslow 
won't say anything about what happened to anyone." 

"You don't know that woman. She can't keep her fucking mouth shut. Whatever 
she hears has to come right out." 

"Well, do you think that people will really care?" she asked him. "Because I 
don't. I just don't. And I don't think that she's going to say anything 
anyway." 

"Well, we'll see tonight when she has her gossip show on television." 

"You mean that you're going to watch it?" she asked him. 

"No, we are. And you'd better hope that nothing is said, because if it is... 
" 

"What?" 

"I haven't decided yet," he said to her. "But for your sake, let's just hope 
that she keeps her big fat mouth closed." 

He pushed his way past her and walked to the closet. He pulled out one-of 
his silk robes, then walked downstairs to the living room and made himself 
another drink. By the time she had slipped into a long, frilly robe and 
walked downstairs, too, she could tell that he'd had more than one drink. 

His words were a little slurred, but she could hear what he was saying. 

He was mumbling something about how mad he was, and how all the walls were 
starting to cave in around him. 

Finally, Cindy got so upset, that she stood in front of him and slapped him 
hard across the face, once. 

"Now you look here, Richard Carlyle," she said to him. "Just because of one 
fucking enema scene, you are not going to see your career go down the drain. 
For all you know, all the stars in Hollywood can be into it. And for all you 
know, she might not even say a fucking word about it on television." 

"Just tell Bea to get our fucking dinner ready," he said. "And I really 
don't want to hear another fucking word about it." 

They had been yelling so loud that when she walked into the kitchen, she 
could see how uneasy their black maid was feeling. 

"I'm sorry about the tension in the house, Bea," she said. 

"Now, Ma'am, this is your house, and if you want to feel tense, then you're 
entitled to feel that way." 

She laughed as she walked into the dining room, then yelled for Richard to 
come and join her. They had steak, which was his favorite, but she could 
tell that it didn't even cheer him up. He had taken on an attitude for the 
night, and it seemed to her that he was going to keep it, until he saw 
Rebecca's report. 

She kept praying, silently, that Rebecca Winslow wouldn't say anything. 

For she knew that he would really be angry if she did. 

At ten o'clock that night, they were lying in bed watching the news, waiting 
for Rebecca's five minutes of Hollywood gossip to come on. 

It didn't come until the last fifteen minutes of the news, and Cindy kept 
rubbing her leg against his, just to see if his feelings had changed any. 
But the tension was running through his entire body, and she knew that there 
was no change. 

"And now," the newscaster said, "here's Rebecca Winslow with her news from 
Hollywood." 

"I don't know why they don't just tell it like it is," Cindy said to 
Richard, with a jovial tone of voice. "It isn't news. It's gossip." 

"Would you shut the fuck up so I can hear her?" he asked. 

Cindy did keep quiet, especially when she heard some of the things that 
Rebecca was saying about Troy True, one of the new Hollywood sex symbols who 
had made it big four years ago. It seemed like his career was on the skids, 
and that he was turning to drugs and alcohol. She even threw in a couple of 
comments, suggesting quite indirectly that he might be the kind of Hollywood 
man who loved other men. 

Cindy couldn't believe how brutal Rebecca was being in her gossip, and 
whether his was true or false, she would have hated to be in Troy's shoes. 
For Rebecca Winslow made him look like a spoiled degenerate fag, and if 
enough producers were watching, it could have meant the end of Troy's career 
in films, on stage, and even on Hollywood game shows where all the out of 
work actors ended up trying to .make a few bucks. 

"Shit," she heard Richard moan, after Rebecca's wrap-up on Troy, and Cindy 
couldn't have agreed more with him. 

But, as she looked over at the clock, she could see that Rebecca's five 
minutes were almost over. She had been digging at Troy True so much, that it 
didn't even seem like she was going to have time to say anything else. 

But then, it flashed on the board behind Rebecca, right where Troy's picture 
had been. 

It was the picture of a bright orange enema bag, and under the drawing were 
the words, "Enema Fetish." 

"What wife of an up and coming Hollywood star needs to be filled and then 
refilled once or twice a day?" Rebecca asked, and Cindy looked over at 
Richard as he covered his eyes and started to moan in distress. Rebecca 
continued. "The wife of a famous Hollywood star, it's been discovered, is 
into the enema fetish. Quite frankly, I think the whole thing is disgusting, 
but you would not believe the way this woman writhed in passion once she was 
filled. 

"Who is it, you are out there asking yourself? Well, I'd love to tell you, 
but time doesn't permit it. So tune in tomorrow night, and maybe we'll all 
get to see who it is who loves being filled to the brim. Bon soir from 
Hollywood. This is Rebecca Winslow signing off, hoping your gossip is good 
gossip." 

Richard reached for the remote control immediately and flicked off the 
television. 

"That fucking bitch," he said. "I can't believe her fucking smug attitude. 
I'd love to take an enema and shove it right up her ass." 

"I'd love to be there when you do it," Cindy said. 

He hopped off the bed and walked to his closet. He pulled out a pair of 
slacks and slipped into them, then took a light cotton shirt and put it on. 

"Where are you going?" Cindy asked him. 

"Out. I have to do some thinking. I'm going for a drive around the hills." 

"Richard, please don't go out," she said to him. "Please don't. You'll only 
feel worse if you're out there alone." 

"I feel like a piece of stepped-on shit in here. I don't see how you can 
feel any worse than that." 

He slammed their bedroom door closed as he ran out, and she could hear the 
slamming sound echoing in her mind. 

She started to cry as she lay back on the bed, burying her face in the 
pillow. But the sound of the slamming continued, and suddenly, she could see 
a vision of herself at age fifteen, running out of the house to go on a 
date. 

She was slamming the door behind her, and her mother was calling after her. 

"Be careful, darling. But have a good time." 

"I will," she said, as she hopped along her merry way. 

Cindy knew then, at age fifteen, that she was going to lose her virginity 
that night, and she was looking forward to it more than anything else in the 
world. For she had a date with David Peters, the handsomest boy in her class 
at school. 

David had short blond hair, and if he worked out more than he did, he could 
have been a prize athlete, she knew. 

He had asked her out three weeks earlier, telling her that his parents were 
going away for the weekend and he was going to be having a party. Of course, 
as she skipped toward his house, feeling as if she was walking on air, she 
knew that his asking her to the party didn't mean that she was going to be 
his date exclusively. 

She had been told to keep her mouth shut, and not mention anything to anyone 
else in the school about being invited. 

"You see," David told her, "I'm not asking everyone who would think they 
should be asked, and I don't want to make enemies. So it's going to be a 
small party." 

But for all she knew, he could have asked five other girls to come, too. 

As she approached the large house that he lived in, she could feel her pussy 
tingling with excitement. Ever since David and his family had moved to town, 
a year ago, Cindy had been masturbating over fantasies about him. 

and what it would be like to be touched by him, and then, to do some 
touching back. 

She had fantasized about his cock, wondering just how long and how thick it 
must be. She was sure that he would have blond hair around his cock, since 
she had blonde pussy hair. 

She knocked on the front door, and he opened it. He had a towel wrapped 
around his waist, and she could see that his chest was completely hairless. 
His two pink nipples looked like she were perked right up. 

"Come on in," he said to her. "You're just in time. Here." 

He handed her a joint that he had been smoking, and she toked on it. It was 
the first time she had ever smoked pot in her life, and she knew that the 
stuff was very strong, because after a few tokes on it, she was quite high. 

"Come on out to the pool," he said. "Or in to the pool. I can't get used to 
the fact that we have an indoor pool." 

She laughed, although she was more than impressed with the wealth she could 
see all around her. Although she had passed his house many times, in the 
hopes that he would be looking out the window and see her, she had never 
expected it to be this sensational inside. It was a small but modest looking 
mansion from the outside. 

As she approached the pool, she could see a few of her other schoolmates 
sitting around. Some of them had towels wrapped around their waists, and 
others were in the pool. They looked like they weren't wearing any swim 
trunks at all. 

It took her about three minutes to notice that she was the only girl there. 

"Aren't there going to be any more girls today?" she asked David. 

"I thought that you were one woman and all women," he said to her. "No. When 
I spoke with the guys, we made a unanimous choice, deciding that you, being 
the most beautiful girl in the school, should be the only girl here." 

She felt very flattered, and continued to toke on the joint. 

She noticed that some of the boys were sitting around snorting a white 
powder, and when she walked over to see what it was, they told her that it 
was something called cocaine, and that she would probably love it. 

"I've never done anything like this before," she said to Ryan, a 
black-haired boy who also had an incredibly hairy chest. 

"Try it," he said to her, and he handed her the coke spoon. 

She had seen the way all the others put some of the powder on the spoon, and 
she did the same thing, then snorted some up her nose. She did a few more 
spoons full of the powder, and suddenly, she was aware of someone behind 
her, trying to pull her blouse out from her pants, and up her back. 

She turned around and saw David standing there and smiling. 

"Come on and get undressed so you can go swimming," he said, and when she 
looked over at the pool again, she saw John Reilly stepping out. 

Now she knew that all of them were naked under their towels, for John was 
stepping out of the pool without anything on. His limp dick was swinging 
back and forth between his legs, and Cindy was enjoying the view. 

David pulled her blouse over her head, and she let him. 

She was a little hesitant when he reached for her bra and opened the clasp. 
She didn't know if she was ready to strip for all of them, but she was 
beginning to feel a lot looser because of the drugs. 

She let David take her blouse off, and could hear all the oohs and aahs from 
the boys when they saw her naked, firm tits. 

David moved his hands to her skirt and slid it down, then slipped his 
fingers into her panties and started to pull them down, too. She felt a 
little embarrassed, but when she saw all the nods of approval that she was 
getting, she felt better. 

"Go swim," David said to her, and she moved near the pool and dove in. 

She was concentrating on the nice feeling of the water when she felt someone 
swimming right next to her. As she pulled her head out from under the water, 
she could see that it was David. He hd dropped his towel, ?and she got a 
look at his white buttocks. Then, he lifted his head out of the water, too, 
and smiled at her. 

He moved closer, and she could feel his cock rubbing against her under the 
water. He moved his lips to hers and kissed her hard, and she thought that 
she was going to drown, because she got so excited, that she forgot to tread 
water. 

But he held her up, and as he kissed her, she felt his cock rubbing against 
her leg even harder. It took her a few more seconds to realize that he was 
getting stiffer and stiffer the more he kissed her. 

He reached for her hand and pulled it down to his hard cock. He forced her 
to start stroking him, but after two minutes, he was able to pull his hand 
away and Cindy continued to stroke him on her own. 

She loved the feeling of power that she sensed behind his hard-on. 

"Let's go fuck," he whispered in her ear, and she couldn't have been more 
happy. 

They climbed out of the pool, and as she looked around, she could see that 
almost all of the boys had hard-ons. 

However, David led her away from the pool, and toward the bathroom. He 
closed the door and then backed her against the wall. 

He started to rub his cock against her cunt, and slowly, turned her around. 
Then he moved his dick to her asshole and rammed himself right in. 

She screamed so loud that he had to cover her mouth. 

"Hey, doesn't that feel good?" he asked her, as he moved his cock slowly in 
and out of her tight bunghole. 

As he pulled his hand away from her mouth, she started to whisper to him. 

"It hurts, David. Please take it out. Can't you fuck me the regular way?" 

"If that's what you want," he said, and he pulled his cock out of her 
asshole. 

She felt relaxed for a few seconds, but then, when he started to turn her 
around so that he could enter her cunt, she started to tremble. 

"Hey, what's wrong? Don't you want me to do this? You asked for it." 

"I'm nervous. It's my first time. I never thought I'd be nervous. And I do 
want it. 

especially from you on the first time. I'd love you to break me, but I keep 
thinking that it's going to hurt or something." 

Suddenly, he pulled back and walked toward the shower stall. He opened it 
and then pulled out something that she had never seen before. It was a 
yellow bag. He took it to the sink and started to fill it with warm water. 

"What is that?" she asked him. "What are you going to do?" 

"I'm just going to give you an enema," he said to her. "There's no reason to 
be scared. If I can relax your ass, your whole body will relax. That's the 
way it works." 

She started to laugh when he said it, although, when she saw his hard cock 
bobbing up and down, she stopped laughing. She did want him so bad. 

Then, he started to tell her the story about the parts of the body, and how 
they all had a fight, trying to decide who really controlled the body. She 
had never heard it before, and laughed as he described the way the brain and 
the asshole were fighting, both saying that they controlled the body. 

"But then," David told her, "the asshole decided to stop itself up. For four 
days the body couldn't shit, and even the brain felt like exploding. And 
finally, they all had to agree that the asshole controls the body, and it 
finally let all that shit out and they were all content." 

By the time he was finished talking, the bag was filled. He took some 
lubricant and rubbed it over the nozzle. 

Then he told her to lie down on the small bathroom carpet. She did as she 
was told and spread her legs for him. 

When he first inserted the nozzle in her asshole, she gasped. It was a 
little cold, and she hadn't thought that it was going to be so thick. 

But then, he turned the spigot and the water started to flow into her 
asshole. It was warm and soothing, and she could actually feel her entire 
body relaxing. Of course, the fact that she was holding David's hard dick in 
her hand was helping her to relax, too. It was the first time she had ever 
really gotten to stroke a man's hard-on, and she was discovering just how 
much she loved doing it. 

When she was filled, he pulled the nozzle out of her asshole and then moved 
his cock between her legs. He entered her pussy with a forceful thrust, and 
she didn't even feel any pain at all when he ripped through her hymen. 

She knew that it was the water relaxing her. For she could feel her whole 
body at a passion high, and she started to moan loud. 

She was so lost in her orgasms, that she never even heard the bathroom door 
opening. But about five minutes later, when she opened her eyes to take a 
look at David, to see how he was feeling, she could see all the guys from 
the party, standing around her and jerking their hard dicks. 

She reached up for Mike Russel because his cock looked the sweetest. She 
pulled him down to her mouth and swallowed him in her throat. He moaned like 
crazy, and he started to come in her mouth right then and there. 

As he pulled out, his dick now limp and satisfied, another dick moved in to 
take his place, and she was more than willing to suck on it. 

David's cock was starting to pulsate in her cunt, and she could soon feel 
him shooting his cream deep inside of her. The water in her asshole was 
still making her feel relaxed, and she started to moan as she came, too. 

David stayed inside of her for a while, and when he pulled out, Ryan moved 
between her legs and started to rub his cock there. 

"Oh fuck me," she moaned. "I want to feel that dick deep inside." 

She sucked another cock into her mouth, at the same time that Ryan rammed 
his hard and thick dick right into her. 

Cindy loved it. She thrust her ass off the rug to meet his cock halfway. 

And not a drop leaked out of her. She was writhing with an intense passion, 
and soon, Ryan had come inside of her. 

But then, as Ryan pulled out of her and rested his limp cock on her pussy 
bush, she could feel a warm pool of wetness on her belly. She looked down 
and saw his yellow piss dripping on her. 

That was when she got upset, and started to fight back. She pushed the boy 
back whose cock she had been sucking, and tried to get up. 

"Oh, God, Ryan, that's disgusting," she said to him. 

"Don't let her get up," one boy yelled out, and suddenly, she was 
surrounded. 

They pushed her back on the floor. She could feel a few streams of piss all 
over her body, and noticed that most of them who had already come were the 
ones who were doing the pissing. 

She opened her mouth . to scream and someone shoved his hard cock inside. 

Then, she felt her legs being wrenched apart and another cock was invading 
her pussy. That turned her on once again, but the smell and stickiness of 
the piss was the only thing that was bothering her. 

And the enema was just helping to keep her relaxed. As she felt the cock in 
her mouth starting to pulsate, she sucked hungrily, hoping that there would 
be a nice big load of come for her to swallow. 

David was hard again after she had taken them all on at least once, up her 
cunt or in her mouth, and he moved his cock back to her pussy and slipped 
right into her. She loved it. She wrapped her legs around his ass and 
massaged his buttocks with her feet, so hard, that he was coming very soon 
after entry. 

By the time she had serviced them all twice, she had to let the water out. 
She stood up and stooped over the toilet, shitting everything out of her 
asshole. The boys all started to applaud her. and for the first time in her 
life, she felt like a celebrity. 

After they left her alone with David in the bathroom, she started to take a 
shower. She wanted to make sure that she had washed all the piss and come 
off her body. When she was finished and she stepped out, David was ready to 
fuck her a third time. 

"Let me just do this one without the enema," he said. 

She lay back and spread her legs, determined to take his cock in. He moved 
his mouth down to her pussy and started to eat her, working up some wetness 
so that he wouldn't have to use any artificial means of lubrication. 

He sucked her pussy hard, and she started to come, flooding his face with 
her juices. As he licked his way up her body and moved his cock toward her 
cunt though, she could feel her whole body starting to stiffen. 

"Wait," she said to him. "Don't. I'm scared." 

He was determined to enter her, and he rammed himself in. However, her pussy 
was so tight because of her attitude and her fears, that she screamed out in 
pain. 

"Give me another enema," she moaned. "I want it. I want it. I need it to 
relax me. Please. It's the only way. The only way." 

Cindy was tossing and turning in her bed, her head still buried in her 
pillow, when she felt someone tapping her on the shoulder. 

"What's the only way, Ma'am?" she heard Bea say, and when she rolled over, 
she could see through her tear-stained eyes, that her black maid was 
standing by the bed. 

"Bea, don't you know that you should knock first before entering?" 

"I did, Ma'am, but there was no answer," the woman said. "Why, I was 
knocking and knocking until I thought I'd skin my knuckles." 

"I must have been dreaming about something," Cindy said. "Anyway, what is it 
you wanted to tell me?" 

"There's a Mr. Abbott on the phone for you," Bea said. "I hope he's still on 
the phone. 

He must have been waiting five minutes." 

Cindy reached over and grabbed the phone off the hook. 

"Hello, Lyle?" she asked, and then she beckoned for her maid to leave the 
room. "I've been feeling okay, I guess." 

"Really?" he asked her. "I'm surprised. I thought that you would be feeling 
like shit, unless of course, you missed it." 

"Missed what?" she asked him. "What are you talking about?" 

"Don't tell me you didn't watch Rebecca on television tonight?" 

"Oh, that. Yes, I did see it all. And so did my husband. He's upset." 

She could tell that Lyle felt a little uncomfortable hearing that, and she 
started to laugh a bit.. 

"Oh, Lyle, don't worry. I mean, I told him everything. Look, Richard and I 
have a very open marriage. He didn't think twice about what I told him you 
and I did this afternoon in the sauna. Didn't bat an eyelash." 

"But I thought you said that he was upset," Lyle said to her. 

"About Rebecca seeing me with the enemas," Cindy said. "He told me that he 
wished that had never happened. Oh, he punished me good for it, and I told 
him that she probably wouldn't even mention it. I was wrong." 

"You certainly were. Look, I tried to reason with that broad when I got back 
to the publishers. She was thoroughly disgusted by what we had done, and she 
kept telling me that she couldn't give up this choice item." 

"Lyle, do you really think that she's going to tell the world that it's me 
she's talking about tomorrow on the news?" 

"I don't know," he said to her. "She's done things that are just as bold 
before." 

Cindy couldn't hold back her tears that time, and she started to choke on 
them as she felt them welling up in her eyes. 

"Then Richard was right," she said. "That woman can ruin his career if she 
really wants to. Oh God, he'll never be able to work again." 

"That's not necessarily true," Lyle said. "Look, a lot of people in 
Hollywood are into kinky things. They're all understanding." 

"Yes, but you don't see them showing off what they do. It's okay to be into 
something kinky, as long as you keep it behind closed doors. But when you're 
a celebrity, then it can really destroy your career." 

"Hey, stop crying, okay? A woman's tears always move me, but I don't have 
time right now. All I wanted to do was try and get together with you 
tomorrow, and hopefully between the two of us, we'll be able to figure out 
some way to stop her." 

Suddenly, for the first time since she had seen Rebecca's broadcast on 
television, Cindy felt some glimmer of hope. She reached for a tissue and 
wiped the tears from her eyes, then took a few deep breaths. 

"I really hope that we'll be able to think of something." 

"I'm sure we will," Lyle said. "And if we don't, well then, at least think 
of the good time we'll have trying to think of something." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

As Richard rounded the curve, he stepped on the gas. He could feel the car 
swerving all the way over to the right, and he knew that if he had swerved 
only a few more inches, he would have driven right off the cliff. 

It would have been the end, he knew, but that didn't make a difference. 

For the more he thought about it, the more he knew that his career was over. 
Once Rebecca Winslow revealed to the world that his wife was into enemas, he 
would be laughed at and looked at with scorn. 

So he didn't care if he died, and even though he thought that it could be 
considered the chicken's way out, that didn't matter either. All that 
mattered was that it was a way out. Period. 

He neared another curve and looked at the speedometer. He was already, going 
eighty, though the speed limit in this curvy area was sixty. He thought that 
if he added another ten miles to his speed, he might not make the next 
curve. 

When he did, however, he sighed. It was almost as if he was scared about 
going on with life. 

"Fucking shit," he said, and he could feel a tear welling up in his eye. 

He continued to drive for about an hour, racing in the new sports car he had 
bought himself as a present, after the success of his first film and the 
four picture contract that he had signed with the major studio in Hollywood. 

He thought, jokingly, that Cindy would be able to collect on his car 
insurance as well as his life insurance. 

He kept thinking about Rebecca Winslow, too, and the hatred that he had for 
that woman was building up inside of him. 

Only a few months ago, he remembered, they had been such good friends. Even 
before then, he had admired her, which was a rarity among actors. But when 
he had first taken a part in a small Los Angeles play, in a rather dingy 
theater, she had somehow managed to go, and ..she had mentioned his name on 
the news that night, declaring that he was a man who was destined for fame. 

After the success of his first picture, he had been invited to a party at 
her mansion, which he and Cindy had attended. 

"You see, lover boy," she had said, walking up to him and patting him on the 
back. "Did I call the shots a few months ago, or did I call the shots?" 

"You called them all right, Rebecca," he said. "And I don't know how I'm 
ever going to thank you for what you did." 

"I'll find a way," she had said, smiling at him. 

Suddenly, as he was driving, it dawned on him. He was nearing a curve, going 
ninety-five, and when he thought about it, he moved his foot to the break, 
easing it down slowly so that he rounded the curve at only seventy, making 
the turn easily. 

For he was sure that he knew what she had meant by telling him that she'd 
find a way for him to thank her. 

"How could I be so stupid?" he said to himself, hitting himself on the 
forehead. 

He tried to think of where he was now, in relation to where Rebecca lived. 
He looked at the surrounding area and took everything into perspective, then 
turned his car to the right and started toward her mansion. 

As he did, he reached into the glove compartment of the car and searched 
around until he found what he was looking for. He took the joint, put it 
between his lips, then took a long toke, feeling the soothing effects that 
the marijuana had on him. 

Richard was not a heavy pot smoker by any means, but it did help him to 
relax at times. Besides, he said to himself, Rebecca was not into drugs at 
all, and she was sure to have nothing but booze in her house. 

He was toking on the end of the joint, the roach, when he pulled up by the 
large guarded gates to her house. 

There was a night guard on duty, and Richard had to honk his car horn a few 
times in order to wake the man up. The grumbling guard came walking toward 
the car. 

"What the fuck do you want here so late at night?" 

"I have to see Rebecca Winslow about something," Richard said, trying to act 
as calm as he possibly could, even though the guard's attitude pissed him 
off. 

"She's sleeping, buddy boy. All nice people are sleeping at this time of 
night." 

"Which explains why you're up," he said. "Now you buzz her and tell her that 
Richard Carlyle is here to see her, now!" 

"Look, Carlyle," the guard said, recognizing the name, "you might be able to 
sweet-talk a bitch who gets all hot over you on screen, but you don't order 
me around." 

"I happen to be a good friend of Miss Winslow," Richard said. "Now, if I 
happen to wait until tomorrow to talk to her, you're going to find yourself 
on the unemployment line, you fucking scumbag. So ring her now." Richard 
could see a look of defeat in the guard's face as he walked to the small 
booth by the gate and picked up the phone. 

The guard looked a little distressed as he started to talk, as if. he felt 
guilty about having gotten Rebecca out of bed, but Richard read the man's 
lips and when he mentioned his name, his attitude changed completely. It was 
as if Rebecca was happy that he had arrived. 

For ten seconds later, the guard hung up the phone and pushed a button. The 
automatic gate opened, and Richard started to drive through. As he did, he 
held up his middle finger so that the guard would see and get the message. 

He drove up in front of the large mansion and parked his car by the front 
steps, thinking that he could stay there because no one else would be coming 
there that night. 

Rebecca was standing by the front door, holding a double scotch. 

"That's one fucking thorough guard you have out there," he said to her as he 
walked into the house and took the scotch. 

"Well, a woman in my position has a lot of enemies," she said to him. "After 
all, think of all the careers I make and break. The ones who have them 
broken are the ones I have to look out for." 

"Yeah, like Troy True," he said. "You really laid it on him tonight." 

Rebecca was wearing a purple silk robe, which she was holding closed. Her 
reddish orange hair was hanging down on her shoulders. 

"Well, that man deserved it," Rebecca said. "First of all, he never deserved 
the fame that was bestowed upon him. He just fucked his way to the top." 

"If you can do it, why not?" Richard asked her, and he slumped down on the 
couch in the living room and waited for her to sit. "But that's not what I'm 
here to talk to you about tonight, anyway." 

"Oh?" she asked. "Then what did you come here for?" 

"You must know, Miss Winslow," he said, and he took on an angry attitude. 

"Miss all of a sudden?" she asked. "You know that you can call me Rebecca. I 
told you that the first time we ever met." 

"All right then, Rebecca. If you want to be my friend, as it seems you do, 
why did you go and put a knife in my back all of a sudden?" 

She held her robe closed at the throat, and gasped in shock. 

"Richard Carlyle, I have no idea what you're talking about. Now maybe if you 
would explain yourself to me, I'll know." 

"What wife of an up and coming Hollywood star needs to be filled and then 
refilled once or twice a day?" he asked her, repeating her exact words. 

"Oh, that," she said, and she started to laugh a little bit. 

"Yes, that," he said, and his anger rose when she laughed. "Cindy told me 
all about your little visit this afternoon, and about what happened." 

"Did she tell you that she locked us in the sauna?" Rebecca asked. 

"She said that you all got locked in there," Richard said, and he downed the 
entire drink that was in his glass and held it out for another. 

Rebecca took his glass and walked to the bar to refill it. 

"And you didn't even ask her how the hell we could get locked in there, did 
you?" the gossip columnist asked. "She locked us in. She turned a little 
lock, which I didn't discover until after her shameless display. That made 
me start thinking as I left. Your wife wanted all of that to happen, 
otherwise she never would have locked the door." 

"Perhaps she wanted Lyle, your photographer. Did you ever think of that?" 

"I don't have to think of it," she said to him. "I know that he wanted her. 
I could tell from the way the two of them looked at each other when we first 
arrived at the house, which is, by the way, quite a beautiful place." 

She filled his drink up again and handed it back to him. He grabbed it. 

"Oh, cut the shit, Rebecca," he said to her. "All I want to know is whether 
or not you're going to give your viewers what you promised them tomorrow. By 
that I mean the name of the wife you have in mind." 

"That all depends, Richard," she said to him. "That all depends." 

"On what?" he asked her, and even though he has some idea of what she 
wanted, he had already made a firm decision not to come right out and say 
it. 

After all, he had reasoned, if he did come on to her, and that was not the 
kind of thing that she wanted, he would be in a worse position than he 
already was. She could possibly get so insulted, that she'd really lay it on 
him the next night when she had her gossip broadcast. 

And if she did want him, he had thought, then she was going to have to have 
the balls to come out and say it on her own. 

"You should know what it depends on," Rebecca said to him, and he had to 
admire the soft, shiny quality of her long red hair. 

Richard stood up when he saw her licking her lips. He took another sip from 
his glass of scotch, then placed the glass down on the table by the couch. 
He walked right up to Rebecca and put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing 
them firmly. When she moaned softly, he knew that he hadn't misjudged his 
instincts. 

He moved his lips to hers slowly, and he could see how wide open her mouth 
was by the time his lips were ready to touch hers. She had her eyes closed, 
and he kept his open the whole time just so he could see how she was 
reacting. 

As soon as his lips were touching hers, he thrust his tongue deep into her 
mouth, and she started to suck on it as hard as she possibly could. He loved 
it. He could feel his cock starting to swell in his pants, and he inhaled 
deeply and smelled a sweet, fresh outdoor fragrance in her hair. 

He knew that she had used some out of sight conditioner, and he started to 
stroke her red hair, just as she moved her hand down to his cock bulge and 
squeezed it. 

"Your hair is so beautiful," he said to her. "You're beautiful, too." 

"Flattery will get you just about anywhere you want to go," she said. 

He was quite surprised by what she did next, considering what his wife had 
told him that afternoon. For Richard remembered how Cindy had said that 
Rebecca didn't get involved in all the sexplay right away, and how Lyle had 
had to talk her into it. 

So, when she started to pull his zipper down and reach into his pants to 
take hold of his bare cock, an action that was more than forward by any 
standards, Richard tried not to let her see just how surprised he was. 

Instead, he started to moan. Some of his passions that he was displaying 
were put-on, by all means, just to please her, but she did have a certain 
technique that sent actual thrills racing through his body. 

She pulled his cock out of his pants, then reached in for his balls. He 
looked down and saw the way she was admiring his three-piece set, and the 
best thing about it, he thought, was the way she was gently stroking the 
underside of his cock. 

She ran her fingers up and down the shaft, playing with the head when they 
were at the tip of his dick, and pulling on his firm, large balls when they 
were near his hanging scrotal sack. He was thinking of asking her to go down 
on him, to relieve him of the aching need to come, but wasn't sure. 

However, just as he thought about it, Rebecca started to sink to her knees, 
all on her own, without his even mentioning it. 

She moved her mouth to his cock head and blew hot air on it. 

"You have a beautiful dick, Richard," she said. "Somehow, I always imagined 
that your cock would be this beautiful, and I was right." 

She flicked her tongue out of her mouth and started to lick a drop of come 
away from the piss slit. He moaned when she did it, and, when he looked down 
again, he could see that her robe had fallen open. 

Her large, round tits, were heaving up and down. He moved his hands down and 
cupped a tit in the palm of each one, gently pressing his palms against her 
flesh and feeling her dark nipples starting to stiffen. 

"You're pretty good in the tit department," he said. "I would rate these two 
beauties as two of the finest tits I've ever seen." 

"I hope you're not just saying that," Rebecca said to him. 

Whether he was or not, he knew he wouldn't tell her. Anyway, once she opened 
her mouth wide and started to suck his cock deep in her throat, he didn't 
care to say anything. Her mouth was quite hot and wet, and when she had him 
in her throat, he could feel her nose buried in his thick patch of cock 
hair. 

His balls were pressed against her chin, and with her head movements, it 
felt like they were getting a nice massage. 

At one point, Richard could feel his hard dick pulsating in her mouth, and 
he pulled back a little bit. He didn't want to come right away, fearing that 
if he did, he might be too exhausted to fuck her. 

He was sure that she was going to want to be fucked in the end. 

And he had had such a busy day, what with fucking his co-star, as well as 
his wife later that night, that he just wasn't sure if he was up to having 
another two orgasms. He feared that he might not be able to get it up again 
if he would come in her mouth. As he pulled his cock all the way out of her 
mouth and rubbed it against her cheek, she tried to move her mouth back and 
suck him back down. 

"Hey, Rebecca," he said, rubbing his cock head against her nose, "don't you 
want me; to fuck you? Isn't that what you really want?" 

"I want you to come in my mouth first," the older woman said. 

When Richard stepped back and looked at her, still on her knees, he could 
see that she was completely naked under her robe. He saw the thick patch of 
cunt hair that she had, and admired the red-orange color of it. 

"I don't know if I'll be able to do it," he said to her. 

"Oh, I know that you can," she told him. "And even if you can't, I want to 
taste your come in my mouth, much more than I want to feel it in my cunt." 

Once she had told him that, he didn't, care. He moved back to her open, 
waiting mouth, and entered her with a good, solid thrust, sending himself 
deep into her throat again. She started to moan loud the second his cock 
patch was rubbing against her nose, and as he ground his cock around in the 
back of her throat, he could feel her playing some nice throat tricks on 
him, working him back up again. 

She cupped his balls in her hand, and when he felt the heat from her hand, 
he started to pulsate hard in her mouth. 

"Oh, Rebecca, you're going to get the load that you want any second," he 
moaned. 

As soon as he said it, he was shooting. He could feel his cock pulsating so 
hard, and the come was shooting right out of the tip. She started to suck 
harder, moving her mouth back so that it surrounded just his cock head. 

In that way, her sucking power was so sensational, that Richard Carlyle 
could feel his legs starting to buckle. He held onto her shoulders, for it 
seemed to be the only kind of support that he could possibly find. 

He started to thrust back and forth once he had unleashed all his come in 
her mouth, and his thrusting was keeping the pleasures he felt at a high. 
His whole body was sweating from the sensations of the orgasm, and as he 
moved his hand to his forehead to wipe away some of the dripping sweat, he 
felt her pulling her mouth all the way back. 

His cock fell into her hand, and she started to stand up. 

She moved her lips to his and kissed him harder than she had the first time. 
She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and he could feel her licking her way 
all around the roof of his mouth, and the inner part of his cheeks. 

He moaned. She really had a long, hot tongue, and knew how to play all kinds 
of nice tricks on him, all of which were more than pleasing. 

As she continued to probe the inside of his mouth, he moved his fingers down 
between her legs and let them prance through the thick forest of her pussy 
patch. He loved the distinct texture of her cunt hair, and he loved the way 
she was so wet and sweaty down there, too. He let his fingers wander down 
further to her cunt lips. 

As he touched them, he could feel how very wet they were. He let his fingers 
wander up and down over her cunt lips, and the wetter they got, the easier 
they parted. Soon, he was probing two fingers in and out of her cunt, 
rubbing them over the stiffened, large clitoris that he could feel. 

She started to moan, and began to move her hips back and forth. 

"Oh, suck my pussy, Richard," she said to him, and he was more than willing 
to do what she wanted him to do. 

She leaned back against the arm of the couch, and spread her legs as wide as 
she possibly could. Richard stooped down a little bit and moved his mouth to 
her breast. He sucked her hard nipple between his lips, thinking that the 
longer he took the work her up, the more time he would have to get his dick 
hard. 

He had his hand down by his cock the whole time, and he was furiously 
tugging at his limp dick, hoping that he would grow. 

He sucked on one nipple, and then the other, then started to lick his way 
down her belly. She seemed to love it when he moved his mouth to her navel 
and flicked his tongue in and out, but she moaned louder when he sucked on 
her navel. 

He could smell the sweet fragrance of her pussy, drawing him nearer and 
nearer. He moaned as he started to lick his way through her cunt bush, and 
when his tongue touched her pussy lips, he could taste a lush wetness inside 
of her. 

She was so fucking hot, and the moment his tongue touched her clit, he could 
feel her pussy juices starting to flow like a flood, right into his mouth. 
He couldn't suck as much as he wanted to, for he had to keep his mouth open 
to catch the steady flow of her juices, but he was quite pleased with the 
quantity. 

Her cunt tasted delicious, and as she was coming, she thrust her hips back 
and forth, feeding him her luscious cream. 

After her first orgasm, Richard's cock was only semi-hard. However, to him, 
it was a good sign. For at least it meant that his dick was beginning to 
stiffen, and he knew that, given more time, he would be able to get himself 
hard. 

He started to suck on her clit then, flicking his tongue back and forth over 
the very tip of it, while his lips surrounded it. She seemed to love it, and 
she kept moaning for him to suck her as hard as he possibly could. 

Richard took the time to look up, and he could see that she had her fingers 
around her nipples, and she was pulling on them as hard as she possibly 
could. Her whole body had a flushed red color to it now, and that made her 
look more alluring. 

He could feel her pussy starting to spasm hard a second time, and her cunt 
walls were secreting their luscious juices again. As he started to taste 
them, he moaned a sigh of relief, for his cock was now fully hard in his 
hand. He decided that he was going to suck some of her come out, but leave 
her hanging so that she would still be wet enough for him to enter her. 

When he thought she had reached that stage, he started to lick his way up 
her body, rubbing his cock head over her leg, and moving it closer to her 
thigh. 

However, just as he was nearing her cunt, and getting ready to enter her, 
she moved her hand down and covered her pussy lips. 

"No," she said to him, and she moved her fingers to his lips and touched 
them. "I don't want you to fuck me now. It's not the right time." 

( Richard couldn't believe her. He would have thought that she'd be begging 
for it. 

And right now, he felt like begging her, for his cock was pulsing with 
blood, and he was dying to enter her. But he knew that he couldn't be 
insistent, especially when Rebecca had the power to make or break his, or 
anyone else's career. 

"Don't you want me to fuck you?" he asked her. "I thought you'd love it." 

"I thought so, too," she said. "But you really satisfied me well enough when 
you ate me out, and I'm just so tired now. It is the middle of the night." 

Rebecca stood up and pulled her robe closed, then started to walk out of the 
living room, toward the staircase leading upstairs. She stopped and turned, 
seeing Richard with his hard cock bobbing up and down out of his pants. 

"Can you show yourself out?" she asked him, smiling at the length of his 
dick. 

"Yes," he said, trying to hold in the hostility he felt. "But there's still 
something that we haven't settled yet. What about the report tomorrow?" 

"Oh, I see now," she said to him. "That's really all you came to see me 
about, then, isn't it? You might have wanted to fuck me, but you really only 
want to do it so I won't report what I have to report to my fans, right?" 

"No, that's not it at all," he said. "It's just that... " 

"Look, I'm tired," she said. "And to tell you the truth, I don't know what 
I'm going to do tomorrow night. Why don't you just watch the news and see? 
I'll talk to you another time. Good night." 

He was dying to yell after her, and tell her what a fucking cunt she'd 
turned out to be in the end, but that would have been the end of his career 
for sure. Instead, all he could do was stuff his hard dick back into his 
pants and run outside to his care. But he was still left hanging as to what 
she would do, and he knew that he'd get no sleep for the rest of that night, 
worrying. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"God, you look beat today," Lyle Abbott said to Cindy the next morning. They 
were at his friend Robert Singer's house, a large Beverly Hills mansion that 
had to be at least four times the size of Cindy's place. 

Lyle had called her early that morning to tell her that his plans had been 
changed, and he had asked her to meet him at Robert's place. She still 
didn't know why, thinking that it would have been just as easy for him to 
come over to where she lived. 

But she wasn't planning on questioning him, since he was going to try and 
help her. 

"Thanks. I could use more compliments like that," Cindy said, a little 
sarcastically. 

However, when she stood up to take the drink that he had made for her, and 
she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, she knew that he was telling 
the truth. In fact, saying that she looked beat was an understatement, as 
far as she was concerned. 

But there was a reason, and when she thought about it, she wondered if she 
should tell Lyle. It all had to do with Richard. 

Cindy had been so upset the night before, when Richard left, that she had 
laid in bed, trying to sleep. She had even taken a few sleeping pills, but 
was so hyper with worry, that she couldn't sleep at all. 

She had tried to close her eyes more than a dozen times, and each time, her 
mind would speed, and a thousand thoughts would race through her head. Late 
at night, or in the middle of the morning, she had heard the bedroom door 
open. 

Richard had walked in, looking rather beat. He started to get undressed, and 
as he stripped completely, she noticed that his cock was fully hard. 

She kept asking him where he had been, but he didn't answer. Instead, he 
walked right up to the bed, so that his cock was on the same level as her 
mouth, and started to rub himself there. It took her a few seconds to 
realize what he wanted, and she opened her mouth wide and took him deep in 
her throat. 

His cock patch smelled of sweat, she could tell, and she knew that he had 
probably been with someone. However, since he didn't seem to be in a talking 
mood, she wasn't going to keep questioning him. 

For a time, with her mouth full of cock, she couldn't question him anyway. 
All she could do was start to rub his buttocks when she felt his cock 
getting tense in her mouth, and when she felt all the sweat on his ass, she 
knew that he was going to come soon. 

She sucked her hardest as his cream started to fill her mouth, and she loved 
the taste of it, more than ever. She was sure that this was some sign of 
reconciliation between them. After all, he had just come over to her and 
started fucking her face, and he was doing it, rather gently, too. 

As he was coming, she looked up at his face. . He seemed a little more 
complacent than he had been since learning of Rebecca Winslow's discovery, 
and she was dying to find out just where he had been. 

However, as soon as he had come, he pulled out of her mouth and then lay 
down on the bed next to her. Ten minutes later, she could hear the sound of 
his steady breathing, and she knew that he was asleep. 

Cindy had rested her head on his chest then, and she had fallen asleep in 
that position. However, it seemed like she had only been sleeping a few 
minutes when the alarm went off and Richard got up to shower and get ready 
to go to the studio. 

Curiosity still had the better of her, and she was downstairs in the kitchen 
making him breakfast when he was getting ready to leave. 

"Just sit for a second and eat, to give us a chance to talk," she said to 
him. 

He smiled and kissed her on the. cheek, then sat and started drinking 
coffee. 

"What is it you want to talk about?" he asked her. "You start." 

"I just want to know where you were last night, darling, that's all." 

"I went to Rebecca Winslow's. I had to talk to her and see if I could reason 
with her in some way or other. See if I could keep her from opening her big 
mouth." 

Cindy moved closer and kissed her husband hard on the lips. She loved him so 
much. 

"Terrific," she said, as the kiss ended. "That means it's all settled and we 
have absolutely nothing to worry about." 

"Wrong. I ended up letting her suck me off," he told her, and Cindy was a 
bit upset that he had done it, although she said nothing. "She seemed to 
want it. In fact, it was while I drove along that I realized that she'd 
always wanted me. So I went there. She was more than willing to go down on 
me. She made me come. Then she wanted me to go down on her and I did eat her 
out." 

"So then I don't understand why it isn't settled," Cindy said to him. 

"I thought it would be, too, honey. I was getting ready to fuck her, 
thinking that she would flip when she felt my dick inside of her." 

"What woman wouldn't?" Cindy asked, and she knew what an ego-booster that 
was. 

"Thanks, babe. But she didn't want it. She wouldn't let me fuck her. That 
was the reason I came home with such a hard-on last night. I didn't think 
I'd be able to get it up again after she sucked me off, but I was." 

"But she wouldn't let you fuck her?" Cindy asked. "I don't get it." 

"Neither do I. And do you know what else she said? She said that she's going 
to have to think about whether she'll say anything on the air tonight. She's 
not sure. That fucking cunt left me hanging." 

"In more ways than one," Cindy said. "With a hard-on, too." 

Richard had leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips then, and she 
had felt so safe and secure. It seemed to mean that he wasn't mad at her 
anymore, and when she asked him if she was reading him right, he told her. 

"I love you, babe, and I can't stay mad a you for too long. Besides, now 
it's that bitch I'm mad at, because she could have just told me that she 
wouldn't do it. But she didn't. Anyway, I'm going to try not to think about 
it today, because I want to do well on the set. Thinking about it would 
surely make me fuck-up." 

He had eaten, and then he had left. As soon as he did, Cindy ran into the 
shower, cleaned herself up, then ran out to her car. 

Now, she was drinking a Bloody Mary with Lyle. He seemed to be studying her 
face, and she couldn't help but smile at him. 

"There is a reason I did want you here," he said to her. "I know that you'll 
like this place. Come on. I'll show you what I mean." 

Lyle stood up and started to walk through the immense house, out toward the 
back. Cindy followed him, and when they walked outside, she could see a 
large, heart-shaped pool. Sitting by the pool was a middle-aged man with 
blond hair. He was wearing nothing, and Cindy could see what a hard cock he 
had. 

"Robert, this is Cindy Baker Carlye," Lyle said to his friend. 

Robert stood up and his hard dick bobbed up and down. Cindy had such a 
desire to touch it, for there was something about Robert that turned her on. 
He was a handsome enough fellow, with a hairless body, except for the thick 
blond hair around his cock. But the thing that she loved was the white band 
around his waist, heightened even more by the deep tan lines. 

"I know that Robert might be able to help us," Lyle said. "But I know that 
Robert would like you to help him first." 

"Gossip does get around the Hills fast," Robert said to Cindy. "Lyle called 
me last night and he told me that you are the mystery woman who Rebecca 
Winslow was talking about. I couldn't have been more thrilled. Come this 
way." 

Cindy followed Robert, and Lyle followed her. They walked past some 
incredibly beautiful gardens, and she could smell the scent of the large 
flowers in the air. Robert pushed a small door open, and she found herself 
in a private locker room. 

"You see, when I have guests staying over, I need a place like this," Robert 
said to her. 

"But you are a special guest, my dear." 

He kept walking past the lockers, into the shower room. It wasn't until she 
stepped in that she saw the set-up he had there. 

A large enema bag was already filled, and hanging from a hook on the wall. 
As soon as Cindy saw it, she smiled at Robert, and he winked at her. 

"Let's just say that a few other people in the neighborhood are into 
enemas," the naked blond man said to her. "I knew that you and I would have 
to meet." 

"I hate to be cold about this whole thing," Cindy said. "But just what's in 
it for me? I mean, I love to fuck as well as the next girl, but it's going 
to take time. I have to figure out a way to stop Rebecca, and I only have 
today." 

Lyle walked up behind Cindy and started to massage her ass through her 
pants. 

"You can believe that Robert knows ways to help us," he said. "I wouldn't 
have asked you here for no reason. But Robert wants to see if you're as hot 
as I told him you were. You don't mind, do you?" 

"Just as long as he can help me and we have time to do whatever we have to 
do." 

"It's early," Robert said. "Ten in the morning. We have until ten-thirty 
tonight to stop that loud-mouthed bitch. Just comply." 

Cindy smiled at the man. She had to admit to herself that she was getting 
more and more turned on as she looked at him. His cock seemed like it was 
going to stay hard until something was done about it. 

Willingly, the lovely blonde started to peel off her clothing. She stripped 
off her blouse and her tits were bared, for she had decided to go without a 
bra that day. Then, she stripped off her skirt and panties. 

"You are as beautiful as Lyle told me you were," the man said. "And now, I 
would like you to do one more thing for me." 

"Take the enema?" she asked, as if she already knew. 

"Well, two things then. I'd like you to put that on." 

The blond man pointed to a black rubber suit that was hanging on the wall, 
and Cindy walked right over to it. Although she had been into taking enemas 
for years, she had never really tried on a rubber wet suit. 

The idea of wearing one was making her entire body tingle. She pulled it off 
the wall and stepped into it. It was not until she was pulling the one piece 
suit up over her shoulders that she noticed the fine way in which it was 
cut. 

The suit covered practically her entire body, except there were pieces cut 
away, right where it really counted, too, Cindy noticed. 

In fact, her entire ass was exposed, and there was a large hole right where 
her cunt was, so that her pussy lips were showing through. Then, there were 
two large holes cut where her tits were supposed to be, and when she was 
pulling the suit up her arms, she noticed how perfectly her large tits stuck 
right through. 

"I like it," she said, and Robert walked behind her and zipped it up. 

As he stood behind her, she could feel his cock rubbing against her 
buttocks. She loved the thickness that she felt in the head, and when she 
reached around to stroke his dick, he pulled back. 

"Not yet," he said to her. "Haven't you forgotten something?" 

"No, you have," she said. "Tell me where I should be." 

"Right here," he said, and he pointed to a seat that was sticking out of the 
tile wall. He demonstrated how he wanted her to lay across it, face forward 
so that her buttocks would be vulnerable, and her asshole receptive to the 
enema hose. 

Once Cindy was in position, she felt him probing the nozzle near her 
asshole. She looked over at Lyle and smiled, and then, he started to 
unbutton his shirt. 

"I hope you don't mind if I join in the festivities," he said. 

"I don't," Cindy told him. "In fact, I thought that it was going to be just 
you and me today. I hope Robert doesn't mind." 

"The more the merrier," the blond man said. "It's the one philosophy I swear 
by." 

Cindy started to laugh, but a second later, she was moaning loud. For she 
could feel the warm water rushing inside of her, filling her right up. 

As she filled up, she could feel herself relaxing more and more. She closed 
her eyes and concentrated on the wetness that was swelling in her pussy. For 
the first time since she had told Richard about Rebecca, she felt relaxed. 

"Oh, I knew I should have taken one in all night," she moaned, not really 
caring about the fact that the men had no idea of what she spoke about. 

But she could feel Robert rubbing her buttock from behind, and he had such a 
soft touch, that she wiggled her ass around more. 

"Do you know something?" Robert asked her, as he slid his fingers between 
her legs and started to massage her pussy. "I bet that if we did a survey of 
the Hills, we would find that most of the people here are into enemas. I bet 
Rebecca could mention any wife of any star, and she'd be telling the truth." 

Cindy laughed when he said it, and he told her that he was being serious. 

She felt herself being filled to the brim, and ever so slowly, Richard 
started to pull the nozzle out of her asshole. Cindy moved her belly around 
on the seat that she was leaning over, and she could feel the water moving 
inside of her. 

"How does it feel?" Lyle asked, and when she looked up at him, she could see 
that he was completely naked. 

His dick was hard, and sticking straight out, inches from her face. 

"Nice," she moaned. "I love to be filled. I just love it more than anything 
else." 

"Why?" Robert asked her. "Just tell me why. I want to know." 

"Because it relaxes me," Cindy said. "I can't think of anything else in the 
world that relaxes me more than a good enema." 

She was rubbing Lyle's dick all over her face, and then, opened her mouth. 

The brown-haired photographer shoved his cock between her lips, and she 
moved her mouth all the way down to his cock patch, rubbing her nose there. 

At the same time, she could feel Robert Singer shoving his cock into her 
cunt from behind, grabbing her buttocks as he did so. She held all the water 
in her asshole, even though she felt like she might have to let some out. 

For Robert's cock was quite large, and she could feel how it was stretching 
her cunt a great deal. He moved one hand to her pussy from the front and 
started to massage her clit as fast as he could. 

"Oh, you feel sensational," he said to her. "I can't remember the last time 
I fucked such a tight, willing cunt." 

She could feel the way he was rubbing his hands up and down her rubber suit, 
and she knew that the feeling of the rubber had to be turning him on. And, 
as she thought about it, she was getting more turned on. 

For the rubber did have a nice, smooth quality, and she loved the way it 
felt against her skin. There was also a distinct odor to it, which she 
smelled, and it was so pleasing, that she started to come right away. 

"Oh, baby," Robert moaned, and he stopped thrusting inside of her. "If you 
keep it up like that. I'm not going to have to thrust at all. I'll just be 
able to sit in your cunt and let your cunt work me over." 

Cindy would have loved to tell him how pleased she was that he was loving 
it, but that would have meant letting Lyle's beautiful dick fall from her 
mouth. She was working her mouth up and down his golden shaft, as fast as 
she could. At one point, she held his shaft in her hand and went to work on 
sucking his two balls. 

"I told you she was one of the wonders of the world," Lyle said to his 
friend Robert. "You have to try her mouth one day, too." 

"Oh, give me time, Lyle baby," Robert moaned. "I love a good blow job, but 
there's nothing that I love more than fucking a tight cunt when the girl's 
got an enema up her ass. Have you ever tried anything like that?" 

"Only yesterday, for the first time," Lyle said. "I know how you feel." 

"It's like fucking a waterbed, only you have the pussy there, too." 

Robert was rubbing her buttocks hard then, as he continued to plow his cock 
in and out of her asshole. She wanted someone to massage her tits, too, and 
just as she thought about it, Lyle moved his fingers to her tits and started 
to pull on the firm red nipples. 

Cindy couldn't believe it. It was the first time since her introduction to 
sex that she was having two men work her over at the same time, and memories 
of that first wonderful experience were flooding her mind. 

She thought about how nice it was to feel a cock working your cunt over at 
the same time that you could suck one off. 

And when she thought about it more, she decided that she was quite fortunate 
to have two such good-looking men, with two incredibly beautiful cocks. 

For both of them had fine, large dicks, and she started to compare them, 
wondering which one was bigger. She knew that Lyle had quite a piece of meat 
between his legs, and he was filling her mouth right up. But then again, 
Robert's dick was stretching her hot pussy more than she had been stretched 
in the longest time, and so, she decided that he was the one with the bigger 
dick. 

And soon, she could feel him starting to pulsate hard in her cunt. 

"Oh shit," Robert moaned, as he felt himself worked up past the point of 
orgasm, and he knew he couldn't hold back from coming, "I don't want to come 
yet. I don't want it all to end right now. I love it too much." 

"Enjoy it while you can," Lyle said. "You're coming with the wrong 
attitude." 

Robert knew that his friend was right, and so, he decided to concentrate on 
his tense cock pulsations. His buttocks were taut as he started to pump his 
cream into Cindy's wet, tight pussy, and she moaned louder. Her moans were 
muffled in Lyle's dick, but soon, she was sucking as hard as she possibly 
could. 

She felt his cock starting to pulsate in her mouth, and she ran her hands 
all over his thighs, groin, and balls, working him up more. 

Lyle knew that he wouldn't be able to keep from coming, and he pulled his 
cock back so that his cock head was just in her mouth. That way, his first 
creamy load of come shot out onto her tongue, and she started to lick and 
suck the rest right out. She squeezed his balls as she did so. 

"Oh Christ," he moaned, and he could feel his legs buckling. 

He leaned against the wall as he filled her mouth with come, and she sucked 
his dick for all it was worth. Meanwhile, Robert had pulled his limp cock 
out of her pussy and he was resting it in the crack between her buttocks. 

She moaned and moved around a little, feeling the relaxing water in her ass. 

Then, she felt Lyle starting to pull his cock right out of her mouth, and he 
leaned back against the wall, trying to catch his breath. Cindy lay face 
forward over the seat for a few seconds more, moaning loud. 

"I don't remember the last time I had it so good," she said. 

"I can't compliment you enough on the way you held it all in," Robert said 
to her. "You are certainly a one-of-a-kind lady." 

"Thanks," she said. "But the more you talk about it, the harder it is for me 
to hold it in. 

Do you have a place I can let it all out?" 

"Right here," he said, and he pointed to the drain on the floor. 

Cindy smiled at him as she stood up. She could feel how wet she was inside 
of the rubber suit now, for it had retained all the passion sweat that had 
dripped off her body. But she didn't let it bother her. 

She just stooped down over the drain and let the water rush out of her. She 
was glad that she had relieved herself that morning, because this way, there 
was no solid waste inside for her to Shit out. 

Instead, it was all liquid, even though it was a yellowish color. 

She watched it run down the drain, but then, as she looked over at Robert 
Singer, she could see that his watching her had had its effect on him. His 
cock was starting to get hard again, and in a few more seconds, he had a 
full erection. 

She was still stooping and shitting out the last of the enema when she felt 
him rubbing his cock against her mouth. 

Her eyes looked up at him, and she smiled. Then, she opened her mouth wide 
and let him slide his dick right between her lips. She could feel how very 
thick he was because of the way she had to keep her mouth open. 

However, she loved the taste of his cock. 

She could taste some of her own pussy cream on his shaft, and knew that it 
was from before, when he had been fucking her pussy so well. The sweet 
flavor made her more willing to continue. 

Robert started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth faster, as she 
finished shitting out the rest of the enema. When she did, he held her face 
so that she wouldn't fall on the floor, for he could feel himself on the 
verge of coming. 

"You were right about her," he said, looking over at Lyle. "She has one of 
the finest mouths to hit Beverly Hills in a long time." 

"And Robert should know," Lyle said to Cindy. "He had most of them." 

Robert started to laugh. He hadn't wanted to brag about it, but as long as 
Lyle had, he was willing to take credit for it. 

It was true. He was one of the richest and most prominent producers in 
Hollywood, and most of the people around had worked under him at least once. 
Most of the actresses had not only worked under him, but over him, too, 
depending on the position that he was willing to get into at the time. 

But he was telling Cindy the truth, and not just saying it to build up her 
ego. She could suck a cock like a pro, and he knew it when he felt himself 
starting to pulsate hard after such a short stay in her mouth. 

He thought of trying to hold back but then, he looked up at the clock and 
saw that it was almost eleven. He knew that Cindy and Lyle were going to 
have a lot of work to do that day, and so, he let his come shoot into her 
mouth. Cindy couldn't get over how delicious it was, and she sucked the rest 
right out, sucking him harder than ever. 

Then, she got out of the rubber suit and the three of them showered. 

It was eleven-thirty when they were all sitting by the pool with drinks in 
their hand, and Robert started talking. 

"Now, there are some things I don't know about Rebecca, but, if I don't know 
them, I can tell you the people who do... " 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Slow down, doll," Lyle Abbott said to her, as she rounded the curve at 
almost eighty miles an hour. "We want to make it there alive." 

Lyle knew that she had pressed her foot down on the gas because he was 
rubbing his hand up and down her thigh, and even moving his fingers to her 
cunt and sliding them in. For when they had left Robert Singer's mansion, he 
had suggested that Cindy not bother to put on any panties that day. 

"After all," he said to her, "if we're going to spend the day together doing 
all this research, I want to be able to get close to you. 

And now, he was. Cindy could feel her pussy juices dripping out onto the car 
seat, but she didn't mind at all. She was in a constant state of sexual 
high, for more than one reason. Of course, Lyle's fingering had the most to 
do with it. 

But the information that Robert had given them thrilled her, too. If they 
could find some of the people he had directed them to, she knew, they might 
be able to get enough on Rebecca so they could threaten her. 

"For everybody has a past," Robert had said, after their heavy fuck and suck 
session. "Rebecca is part of the world. I'm sure there are things in her 
life that she wouldn't like told. I remember once, ten years ago, how she 
got so drunk at a party that she stripped and threw herself in the pool. It 
was a dressy affair, and she was certainly not dressed right for it then." 

"I'll use that against her," Cindy had said to Robert, and he laughed. 

"It was on the front page of the paper when it happened," Robert said. 

"That's right," Lyle told her. "I think that Robert wants us to find out 
some things about Rebecca that on one else knows. If it made the front page 
of the Hollywood Daily, then she won't care." 

"That's right," Robert said, and he was stroking his limp cock the whole 
time, mainly because he was looking at Cindy, who was still naked. "I would 
like you to find out what Rebecca is into sexually. After all, that's what 
she's using against you." 

"Well, don't you know?" Cindy asked. "You said you made it with everybody." 

"A slight, but very slight exaggeration on my part. You see, there are some 
people who I really don't care if I make it with, and she's one of them. 
Besides, most of the people I make it with are in the acting field. She's 
just a gossip." 

"Well then, can you help me?" 

"That's what I'm here for," Robert had said, and he started to tell her. 

As Cindy neared the studio, she pushed Lyle's fingers out of her pussy, and 
pulled her skirt down so that she wouldn't have a naked cunt showing as she 
approached the gate. 

"Now," she said to Lyle, "what did Robert say his name was?" 

"Kim Smithe," Lyle said. "He's one of the stunt men in the studio." 

"Yes," Cindy said. "That's it. I can't wait to talk to him. I think he 
should have some interesting things to tell us about her. I imagine that he 
must have been one of the closest people to her." 

"But not close enough," Lyle said. "He was her fiance, but never her 
husband. And that was over fifteen years ago." 

"Well, she was only engaged that once," Cindy said. "I'd love to find out 
why he never married her, or she never married him. Who decided to call it 
off?" 

"According to Robert, she did. But that could all be bullshit, as far as we 
know. I don't think she would ever admit it if he called it off, and maybe 
he did." 

Cindy had a pleased smile on her face as she pulled up to the front gate of 
the studio. She stopped the car and waited for the guard to approach. 

"Yeah?" he asked. "Who are you here to see?" 

"Kim Smithe," she said. 

"I don't see that he's expecting anybody," the man said. "Sorry." 

"My name is Cindy Baker Carlyle. I'm married to Robert Carlyle." 

"I'm married to Minnie Moskowitz," the guard said. "Big deal. Big fucking 
deal." 

"Hey, look mister," Lyle said. "You let us through, or else I'll report you 
to the head of the studio." 

"Oh, Mr. Abbott," the man said, and suddenly, he was showing respect. "I 
didn't see you there sitting in the car with Mrs. Carlyle. Sorry. I think 
that Mr. Smithe is on lot five, but I'll check for you." 

"No, thanks," Lyle said. "We'll drive around and find him. Take care." 

As soon as they drove past the gate, Lyle started to curse out the guard. In 
all his years working at the studios, he couldn't remember ever meeting a 
guard who didn't like to abuse his position. But, when he considered all the 
shit that they had to take, he could understand why they would like to act 
big when they could. Still, he hated it happening when he was around. 

Here's lot five," Cindy said, as she pulled the car in front of a Western 
looking set. Just as they did, a window smashed, and Cindy saw a man hurling 
out of it, right into the street, inches from their parked car. 

"Terrific," they heard a man say, and suddenly, the director stuck his head 
out of the broken window and looked at the stunt man. "Kim, get up." 

Kim lay there for a few seconds, and Cindy thought that he looked hurt. She 
opened her car door as fast as she could and then ran over where the man was 
lying. She started to rub his forehead, and suddenly, he opened his eyes and 
smiled. 

Cindy could see that he was looking right up her skirt, and suddenly 
remembered that she had no panties on. Still, there was nothing that she 
could do by that time. 

"Mr. Smithe," she said. "Are you all right? Are you all right?" 

"I'm in heaven now, right?" he asked her. "I knew it. I knew when I was 
going through that window that I was going to die." 

"Hey, Kim, cut the shit," the director said. "Are you okay?" 

"Let me see," the man said, and he stood up, with Cindy's help. 

Cindy couldn't believe how tall Kim was when he was standing. He had to be 
over six and a half feet tall, and he had the cutest, curly brown hair. When 
he smiled, his dimples really showed up, and she thought that they made his 
face look boyish. However, she loved that look. 

"I'm fine," Kim said. "Anything else for now?" 

"No," the director said. "Take your lunch break and that way, when the 
others are taking theirs, I can go over the canyon jump sequence with you." 

Cindy waited until the director walked back into the bar set, then looked at 
Kim. 

"Are you really planning to jump off a canyon?" she asked him. "You could 
kill yourself. Oh, please, don't do it." 

"And to whom may I be speaking?" Kim asked, bowing gracefully. 

"Cindy Baker Carlyle," she said to him, and then she pointed toward the car. 
Lyle had stepped out, and he was sitting on the hood. "And that's Lyle 
Abbott." 

"Right," Kim Smithe said. "I've seen some of your work, Mr. Abbott. You do 
some terrific things. But I don't believe I know of your work, Miss 
Carlyle." 

"Mrs.," Cindy said to him. "I'm married to Robert Carlyle." 

"Right," Kim said to her. "I remembered reading about you. Well, you are as 
beautiful as all the people have said. Well, thanks for helping me up." 

Kim started to walk toward his dressing room, when Cindy pulled his arm. 

"Wait. We came here to talk to you about something," she said. "We weren't 
just passing by. You can really be of help to me, if you have some time to 
talk." 

"Sure," he said. "Come on over to my dressing room." 

Cindy smiled at Lyle as she followed Kim, and when Lyle began to follow her, 
she stopped and turned around to face him. 

"Lyle, dear, be a love, and wait here. I think that I might be able to deal 
with Mr. Smithe better, on a one-to-one basis. Know what I mean?" 

Lyle had to smile. There was no doubt in his mind what she was talking 
about. 

Cindy started to run so she could catch up with Kim, and when she did, he 
put his arm around her shoulder. He led her to a small trailer, and he 
opened the door and ushered her inside ahead of him. 

As he closed the door, he walked over to the small refrigerator and pulled 
out a container of yogurt. He held one up to her, offering it, but she shook 
her head. He opened his, took a spoon, then sat down at the small table. 

"Yogurt keeps me healthy enough to do all this shit," he said, smiling. 

"Well, I'd imagine that a man your age needs it," she said. 

"And what do you mean by that? I'm not so old, sweetheart. Just worn from 
the stunts." 

"I just thought that you had to be about as old as Rebecca Winslow, who I 
know is in her early forties. I know that you were engaged years ago." 

"Right," he said to her. "Good old Becky. But when we were engaged, I was, 
and still am, much younger than she is. She was in her late twenties, and I 
was nineteen. She really loved the fact that I was a teenager." 

"Tell me more," Cindy said, and she spread her legs just a little bit more 
so that he'd be able to see her pussy. 

"Why do you want to know?" 

Cindy could tell that Kim was a reasonable man, and she figured that there 
was no sense in lying to him. She told him all about what Rebecca had seen 
the day before, and then, about her threat to reveal the name that night. 
She told him about Robert Singer and how Robert had suggested coming to see 
him. 

"I see," he said to her. "I understand. You want something on her so that 
she won't reveal the name, right? I can dig it. This is Hollywood. It's the 
dog eat dog world, where you have to operate like that. What do you want to 
know?" 

"I thought that since she's attacking me sexually, I would... " 

"Fight fire with fire," he said to her. "Well, this is typically Hollywood, 
but I don't mind talking about our time together. However, I really cannot 
tell you what she's into sexually. 

I wish that I could." 

"Oh, Kim," Cindy said, licking her lips, "I think you can." 

"Wrong. If you want to know the truth, I never made it with Rebecca." 

He continued to eat his yogurt as he started to tell her his story. 

He had just come to Hollywood when he was eighteen. He didn't know what he 
wanted to be, although he thought that being an actor would be fun. He 
auditioned all over the place, and had the hardest time getting roles. 

He was cast, however, in a small showcase, and that was where he met 
Rebecca. She came backstage to interview him for her column, and before she 
left, she let know honestly that she didn't think he'd ever make it. She 
told him that he just didn't seem to have any apparent acting talent. 

Kim was angered, but she asked him to dinner the next night, and he 
accepted. He had no idea why. He thought that maybe he would fuck the hell 
out of her, and show her just how well he could perform. 

She had her servants prepare an enormous dinner, and he loved it. 
Afterwards, they sat around her living room and snorted cocaine, and talked. 
Before long, Rebecca was moving her hand to his lap and rubbing his hard-on 
through his pants. 

He moaned, and he moaned even more when she pulled his zipper down and took 
his cock right out. She had a soft, loving touch, as she stroked his ten 
solid inches. She complimented him on his size, then proceeded to go down on 
him. 

As Kim told Cindy about it, he could feel his cock starting to get hard in 
his pants, and unconsciously moved his hand there and rubbed himself. 

Rebecca, he told Cindy, had a fantastic mouth. She was able to take him all 
the way down, all ten inches, and when he started to pulsate, she gulped, 
using her throat on his cock head so that the sensations were incredible. 

She licked his entire groin, and sucked on his balls, too. 

Then she moved her mouth back to his cock and started to suck him until he 
was coming, and filling her right up.. 

She asked him to eat her pussy, and he did it, loving the beautiful natural 
color of her pussy hair, as well as the creamy flavor of her cunt. When she 
started to come hard, he sucked out two mouthfuls of her pussy cream, and 
enjoyed every drop. 

His cock was hard again by the time he was finished eating her, and he 
wanted to fuck her so badly. However, she put him off, telling him that she 
wasn't that kind of woman. Fucking, she told him, was only for special 
people, and there might come a time one day, in the future, when he would be 
special to her. 

She did, however, suggest that he move in with her, and Kim couldn't have 
liked the idea more. He was practically starving, and the showcase that he 
was in was just about paying the rent in some shanty motel he was staying 
at. 

Living with Rebecca Winslow meant that he would not only no longer have to 
live in squalor, but it also meant that he was getting some kind of status. 
For the next few months, he was her escort to all the big social affairs. 

"I think she actually loved showing me off," Kim told Cindy. "I would see 
the smile on her face when someone would come over to compliment her on the 
way I looked. I think it was good for her vanity, to be able to have such a 
young stud with her. 

But, as Kim explained, he was not a kept man. Rebecca was the one who 
suggested that he start to build up his body because he seemed to be 
interested in doing daring things. She was the one who first brought him to 
the studio so he could get more training and eventually become a stunt man. 
And all that happened while they were still together. 

"So then, you left her when you started to make it on your own?" Cindy 
asked. 

"Not quite. I left her because, after a year with her, she still didn't seem 
to think I was special enough to fuck her. Sure, she gave good head, and I 
loved to fuck her face and eat her hot cunt. But I'm a guy who loves to fuck 
a good cunt now and then, and she would never let me." 

"Did you ever ask her why?" Cindy asked, for she was suddenly thinking about 
some things that she had either noticed, or heard about Rebecca. 

She was thinking about her time in the sauna the day before, and how Lyle 
had wanted to fuck Rebecca, but she didn't want it. Then, last night, 
according to Richard's story, Rebecca wouldn't let him fuck her, either. 

"A few times," Kim said. "She always had excuses, though. All I know is that 
my cock never felt what it was like inside of her pussy, and I knew that I 
just couldn't continue that way. So I finally left, and we decided to call 
off the engagement." 

Cindy could see that Kim's dick was fully hard then, and as he put the 
container of yogurt down, she decided that he deserved it. 

She reached under the table and moved her fingers to his groin, rubbing the 
large bulge that she saw there. She could feel his dick starting to pulsate 
a little. 

Suddenly, Kim stood up and pulled his pants down, and when Cindy saw the 
huge dick on the tall man, she was more than impressed. 

"Would you like to try it?" he asked her, and Cindy nodded. 

Kim moved in front of her and she stuck her tongue out. She started to lick 
the very tip of his cock, flicking her tongue back and forth over the piss 
slit. She loved the way he moaned when she did it, and she could feel his 
knees starting to buckle. She opened her mouth wider and moved it down the 
huge shaft. 

Cindy moved her hands around to his buttocks and started to rub them. She 
loved the way they felt, and she ran her fingers over the fine hairs. 

"Oh, that's so nice," he moaned, and he leaned forward and pushed her skirt 
up over her hips, so he could start to finger her naked pussy. "I don't know 
if Jim, my director, would like the fact that I'm doing this now. I need all 
the energy that I can get for the stunt, but fuck him." 

Cindy laughed, and moved her mouth down to his balls. She started to suck on 
them even harder, and she could feel something churning inside. 

She sucked his balls for a few minutes, then moved her mouth back to his 
shaft. As she did, she felt him playing with her tits through her blouse, 
and her red nipples felt so hot, that they seemed like they were going to 
pop right off. 

She moaned loud as he started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, 
all the way down her throat. Then, she could feel him starting to pulsate, 
and she moved her fingers back to his buttocks to keep his cock thrusting in 
and out of her mouth at a nice, steady rate. 

He moaned louder when he felt himself starting to come, and Cindy couldn't 
believe all the come that she felt pumping onto his tongue. She had always 
thought that the larger the cock and balls, the more come the man would pump 
out, and even though she wasn't sure if that was true or not, Kim Smithe was 
doing nothing to prove the theory wrong. He was well-hung, and pumping loads 
like she couldn't imagine. 

She swallowed it all, and loved the way it felt as it slid down her throat. 
She could feel his cock starting to go limp in her mouth, and she pulled her 
mouth back. He continued to finger her pussy, faster, working up her clit. 

"Do you know something?" she asked, between passion moans. "I'm thinking of 
people that I know who have been with Rebecca, and none of them have ever 
fucked her." 

"Well," Kim said, working a third finger into her pussy, "I'm glad to know 
that I'm not the only one who didn't try it." 

"Oh, they all tried it, too," Cindy said. "But she wouldn't let them. Did 
you ever think that Rebecca Winslow might be a virgin?" 

"All the time," Kim said. "You see, she would always get so tense whenever I 
would rub my cock near her pussy. She always tried to act like she wasn't, 
but shit, you can feel a tension when it's there." 

"That's it then," Cindy said to him. "She probably is a virgin. I think I 
know just what I want to know. Oh, thank you." 

She started to push his fingers our of her pussy, but he wouldn't let her. 

"Hey, wait a second," he said. "I'm dying to fuck you, Cindy Baker." 

"I can't," she said to him. "I just can't. Never. Not here." 

"Why not?" he asked. 

"Remember I told you about the enemas. That's what Rebecca has over me. 
Well, I only fuck when I have an enema inside of me, Kim. I can't help it. 
It's the only thing that relaxes me enough so I can take a dick in. 
Otherwise, I get tense." 

"I still want to fuck you," he moaned. "I don't have an enema around here. 
But I still want to stick my cock in your cunt. Oh, baby, you're so hot. 
Don't be another Rebecca Winslow and turn me away. Let me in." 

"Kim, you're such a sweet man, and I would really love to. I'm not kidding 
at all. I'd love to let you fuck me. But I can't. I have to be running." 

Although he was being just as aggressive as she was, she still managed to 
finally push his fingers out of her cunt. She pushed her skirt down and 
stood up, then started to walk toward the door of the trailer. 

As she got ready to leave, she turned to look at him. She really thought 
that he was one fine looking man, and she felt so bad about having to turn 
him down. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smithe," she said to him. "Maybe another time. But right 
now, I have to get to see Rebecca and talk with her. I'm doing it to save my 
husband's career. You can understand that. She'll ruin him." 

Kim was stroking his limp cock, and he did look hurt. But suddenly, a wry 
smile appeared on his face, and he looked up at her. 

"You might approach Rebecca with the knowledge that she's a virgin, but when 
you do, she's going to laugh you right out of her house." 

"Why?" Cindy asked. "If she is, she is." 

"You're only assuming that she is, darling. I know for a fact that she 
isn't. She told me so herself. Don't think that I didn't think the same 
thing you're thinking right now. I'm not a stupid man, and after all those 
months of not being allowed to enter her, I started to ask her if she'd ever 
been fucked. 

"I told her that it was ridiculous, her attitude and all, and that I thought 
she had to be a virgin. She laughed in my face, the same way she's going to 
laugh in your face when you tell her what you think." 

"Why?" Cindy asked. "I mean, was she ever with someone?" 

"Oh, yes, according to her," Kim Smithe said. "She told me all about it in 
the most explicit detail. It sounded too real to be a lie." 

"Well," Cindy said, "tell me the name of the man she was with. He's the only 
one who probably fucked her, and I have to talk to him." 

Kim sat down at the table again, his semi-hard cock still dangling from his 
pants. He threw his head back and started to laugh. 

"This is a political world, this Hollywood," he said to her. "Real 
politics." 

"What do you mean by that?" Cindy asked him. 

"You want to learn some things about Rebecca to use them against her, right? 
So you've traced me down, and you'll continue to trace down the others, in 
the hopes that you'll learn something before the news tonight. That way, you 
can have information to counter hers, and in the end, you'll both agree to 
keep what you know quiet. 

"Well, I want part of the action now, Cindy Baker Carlyle. I know something 
that you want to know, and you have something that I want." 

"What?" the blonde asked, and she could see a lustful gleam in his eyes. 

"Don't be naive, Cindy Baker," he said her. "You know what I want. I want to 
do you. I think you're really hot." 

"If I let you fuck me, will you give me the name of the man who fucked 
Rebecca and tell me where I can get in touch with him?" 

"That's the deal," Kim Smithe said. "Are you willing to go along with it." 

"I guess so," Cindy said, and she moved her fingers to her skirt zipper and 
slid it all the way down. "I mean, I'm willing. I love to fuck as much as 
the next girl. But I still think I should tell you that I want the enema. I 
need the enema. It's the only way I'm ever going to relax enough." 

"No!" he screamed. "Not this time. I want to fuck you without an enema. 
That's the only way I'm going to fuck you. Without the enema!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Cindy Baker Carlyle stood in Kim Smithe's trailer, with her skirt off, and 
her blouse unbuttoned. Her naked blonde-haired pussy was on full display, 
and she could feel a nice tingling in her cunt. 

However, when she heard what he said, she put her hands on her hips. 

"You can't be serious," she said to him. "I mean, you just can't be serious. 
There's no way that I'll be able to do it. I just can't. I need the enema." 

"Oh, baby, you have it all wrong," Kim said, and he tugged at his cock, to 
try and get himself hard again. "You think you need it." 

"I know I need it," she said. "I always have, and I always will." 

"Well then," he said, starting to push his cock back into his pants, 
"tonight you will see my ex-fiancee destroy your husband's film career, and 
as you sit home watching it with him, keep in mind that you could have saved 
him by just attempting to fuck, once and for all, without the water up your 
asshole." 

Kim had his dick back in his pants, and he was getting ready to pull up his 
zipper, when Cindy moved her hand there and stopped him. 

"Do you really think I can do it without one?" she asked. "I've always had 
an enema in me, ever since the first time. I was too nervous to do it the 
first time, and the boy I was with said it would relax me. He was right." 

"Well that's one way of relaxing, baby," he said. "But think of all the 
girls in the world who don't need to feel their asses filled. They're able 
to relax without the aid of the water. You can, too." 

"But how come I always tense up whenever someone tries it without the 
water?" 

"Because you were trained, from the start, to 'take it in. Brainwashed is a 
much better word. But I have faith in you. I know you can do it without it, 
and that's the only way I'm going to fuck you. Why don't you have faith in 
the information I'll give you after I come? That might relax you a little." 

"Do you think so?" she asked, as she moved closer to the table. 

"I know so. And to make it easier for you, look what I'll do. You see, I'm 
not even hard yet, but I'm certainly big enough to enter you. I'll enter you 
limp, and then, when I start to grow it won't be so bad." 

Cindy looked at Kim's limp, hanging dick, and she was sure that she would be 
able to take his cock in without any pain. As long as it was that limp. 

"All right," she said to him. "I hope, in fact, I pray that it doesn't 
hurt." 

Kim moved closer to her, and he opened his pants. He let them fall down 
around his knees, and he told her to lie on the table, on her back. She did, 
and he could see how nervous she was. 

He spread her legs, then moved his mouth to her pussy. He started to lick 
her gently, and when he did that, Cindy could feel her body starting to 
relax more. She felt him licking and sucking on her clit, and that sent 
waves of pleasure through her. 

When Kim started to wiggle her clit back and forth with his tongue, he could 
feel her cunt beginning to spasm lightly. He moved his fingers to her pussy 
and slipped them inside, in place of his tongue, wiggling her clit back and 
forth, still. 

For as far as he was concerned, he didn't want her to know that he was 
getting ready to enter her. In fact, he wanted to try and enter her without 
her knowing. 

She had her eyes clenched shut, and it was easy for him to work his limp 
dick between his fingers. As he pulled his fingers out of her pussy, he 
thrust himself in a little more, just in time to feel her pussy starting to 
spasm around his cock. 

As it did, Kim's cock started to stiffen, for her pussy walls were playing 
such nice tricks on his cock, that his pleasure was surging. 

He moved his lips to hers and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her 
mouth. She sucked on it for a few seconds, and then, he started to thrust 
his cock in and out of her, slowly at first. 

As the kiss ended and he stood up straight so that they were joined only by 
the genitals, he moved his fingers to her hair. 

"Do you see, Cindy?" he asked her. "Do you see? You have a cock inside of 
you and you don't need an enema." 

When he said that to her, she suddenly realized that it was true. She could 
feel her entire body bursting with sensation, and she started to moan loud 
as she felt her cunt still spasming tightly around his cock. 

As it did, she kept thinking about the enema. For the first time in her 
sexual life, she didn't need it, and she didn't have to concentrate on it. 
And best of all, she was just as relaxed without it as she was with it. 

Kim's dick was fully hard inside of her pussy, within a few seconds, and as 
he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her, he started to grind it 
around, too. His cock shaft made much better contact with her clit like 
that, and Cindy felt herself coming over and over again. It was all so 
fucking sensational, she thought. 

She wrapped her legs around his buttocks and massaged them with her feet. 

"Oh Kim," she moaned. "You were right. You were right. Thank you." 

"Thank you, baby," he moaned. "For being one of the most beautiful, and not 
to mention, tightest fucks around. You are the greatest." Kim moved his 
fingers to her nipples and started to pinch them gently. As he did, he could 
feel how that was affecting her cunt. As he pinched her nipples, her pussy 
was spasming tighter around him, and soon, his cock was throbbing inside of 
her. 

He slowed down, and then looked at his watch. 

He had another half an hour before he had to be back on the set, and he was 
sure that he would be able to hold out for the entire half an hour. But, he 
knew, she was probably in a rush, but he didn't let that bother him. 

He started to fuck her harder, and then, he could feel his cock swelling 
more and more. He couldn't remember the last time that his dick had felt so 
full, and he moved his lips to her ear to ask her if she was okay. 

The moan that he heard from her was enough to tell him that she was. And she 
was loving everything that he was doing, too. 

She wanted him to fuck her harder, and he did, getting off more and more on 
the way his balls slapped against her buttocks? But, after she kept begging 
him to continue and he did, he knew he was going to come. 

He started to moan as he felt his come pumping out into her pussy, and she 
started to come then, too. Her cunt spasmed around his cock, harder than it 
had before, and he felt like her pussy was just sucking the juices right out 
of him. 

Sweat was pouring off their bodies as they both reached orgasmic peak 
together, and Cindy felt like she was in passion heaven again, but this 
time, without the water. 

He rested inside of her for a few minutes, and his cock was starting to 
swell up again. Cindy could feel it, and although she was loving it, she 
didn't know if she was going to have enough time. 

"Please," she said, "tell me the name of the man, and where he is. Will it 
take me a long time to get to him? Will it take me a long time to find him? 
I have to go see him and then be back here by tonight. Does he live in the 
state?" 

Kim started to laugh, and he began to fuck her again. The more he thrust, 
the harder his cock got, until he was fully hard again. 

Then, he really gave it to her, and she was so hot, that she moaned loud. He 
moved his mouth to hers kissed her passionately, sucking her tongue between 
his lips. He could feel his cock pulsating hard about ten minutes later, 
after a solid ten minutes of thrusting, and he started to come inside of 
her. 

As he did, she came again, and he pulled his dick out of her. 

"You have time to shower," he said to her, as he stripped off his shirt and 
pulled his pants off. "I think you could use one. I know that I could." 

Cindy got undressed and followed Kim into the small stall shower. He reached 
for a bar of soap and started to wash her tits, while she took the washcloth 
and began to wash his cock and balls off. 

"Please," she said. "Don't keep me hanging on. Tell me." 

"You don't have far to go," Kim said to her. "I mean, the man who she said 
was her first works right here in this studio. In fact, he owns it." 

Cindy gasped, and then, she started to laugh. She couldn't believe that 
Rebecca had made it with the studio head. 

The man was in his sixties now, she knew, and she had seen him at a few 
studio affairs. There was no question in her mind of his virility, for when 
they had had the celebration party for Richard's new picture, he had come up 
to her and made a suggestive remark. However, at the time, she had thought 
that he was kidding her. 

Later that night, when she had told her husband about the remark, he had 
suggested that the next time she sees him, she should do what he wanted. 

"I know that he fucks around all day," Richard had told her. "I think that 
it would be great for me if you did." 

Cindy finished washing, and then she reached for a towel. 

She was putting on her clothing when there was a knock on the trailer door. 
She opened it and saw Lyle standing outside with his hands on his hips. 

"Well?" he asked her. "We don't have all day now, do we?" 

"I'm sorry," she said, as she buttoned her blouse. Then, she saw Lyle with a 
big smile on his face, and when she turned around, she could see that Kim 
has just walked out of the bathroom and was standing behind her, naked. 

She blushed, even though she was sure that Lyle had known what was happening 
all along. She turned around and kissed Kim on the lips, pulling his cock at 
the same time. 

"Hey, Mr. Smithe, I want to thank you for everything you told me, and did to 
me, and did for me. The next time Richard and I have a party, I'm going to 
make sure that your name is number one on the guest list." 

"Thanks," he said. "I'll look forward to seeing you again." 

She walked out of the trailer and down the few steps. Lyle helped her, 
taking her arm as she climbed down the steps. 

"And just what did he do for you?" Lyle asked her. "Or with you? Or to you?" 

"Lyle, you're not going to believe this, but he's the first man who ever 
fucked me without my having to have an enema. I couldn't believe it myself. 
But I had to let him do it, because of what he told me." 

"And just what is it that he told you?" Lyle asked her. 

She started to tell him everything. When she told him about the fact that 
Rebecca had never fucked Kim, during a whole year's engagement when they had 
even been sharing the same bed, Lyle started to laugh. 

"I always thought that bitch was a tight-assed virgin," he said. "No wonder 
she wouldn't let me fuck her yesterday." 

"I thought that she was a virgin, too," Cindy said. "But now I'm going to 
see the head of the studio. He's supposed to be the one man who Kim knows 
who did fuck her. In fact, he's the one she fucked first." 

"Oh, that should be interesting," Lyle said. "Mind if I come with you?" 

"You can show me the way, but I'd rather go in myself." 

"Oh, I see," he said to her. "You use me as much as you want me, and then 
you just go and toss me aside. You're like everyone else." Cindy stopped in 
her tracks and turned to face Lyle. She moved her fingers to his hair, but 
he pulled back. 

"Lyle, stop being such a baby," she said to him. "Look, I think we should 
get some things straight. I do love you, in a way. I'm happy for everything 
that you've done for me. I really am. But I love my husband more than anyone 
else in the world, and right now. I'm trying to help him. Now what will the 
head of the studio think if I go in to see him with you?" 

"I don't know. What the fuck should he think? What do you want him to 
think?" 

"Well, I want him to think that I want him. If I go in with a man half his 
age, and especially one as virile and handsome as you, he might be put off. 
Please, Lyle. Be understanding. I have to find out some things from him, and 
I have to do it alone." 

"I guess you're right," the black-haired photographer said and he moved his 
lips to hers and kissed her hard. 

As they approached the main office building of the studio, Cindy could feel 
her legs trembling. She wasn't at all sure if she wanted to go through with 
it, but when she thought of the other possibilities, it seemed like there 
was nothing else she would be able to do. 

When they walked into the man's office, his private secretary was on the 
phone. She looked up and nodded at them, indicating that they should wait. 

Cindy kept looking at the clock on the wall, and as the phone call seemed to 
take longer and longer, she was getting more and more frustrated. Then, when 
she heard the secretary talking about her date the night before, she had it. 

She walked up to the phone and pushed the receiver down, hanging up. 

"Hey, now what the fuck do you think you're doing?" the blonde secretary 
asked. 

"Getting you to work again," Cindy said. "You don't take personal calls 
during business, sweetheart. Now you get on the intercom and tell the head 
that I'm here to see him. My name is Cindy Baker Carlyle." 

"I don't see your name in the appointment book," the girl said, taking on an 
even snottier attitude than Cindy had. 

"Well, write it in, bitch. Just buzz him and tell him I'm here. He'll see 
me." 

The girl looked at Cindy with such hatred, and finally, Lyle walked over to 
her and started to flirt with her. Since he was so irresistible, the 
secretary was instantly taken with him. As Lyle moved his lips to hers and 
kissed her hard, Cindy just walked right past and opened up the boss's door. 

He was on the phone, leaning back in his reclining chair. 

"I don't give a flying fuck how much over budget the damn picture goes," he 
was screaming. "We've sunk so much fucking money into this film already, 
that another five or ten million won't make a difference. 

Besides, we're going to publicize the hell out of it, so we'll sell it, even 
if it sucks." 

She walked in front of him, and when he looked up at her, he smiled. Then he 
beckoned to the seat near his desk, and she sat. 

"Look," he said into the phone, "I have other, more important matters to 
take care of. If you can't follow my orders, you can go fuck yourself, and 
everyone else involved in this shithole film. Goodbye." 

He slammed the phone down on the hook, then smiled at Cindy. 

She had to smile back. The man was quite handsome for his age. He had hardly 
a wrinkle on his face, and his white hair looked so distinguished. He had a 
full head of hair, too, and in his business suit,, he looked smashing. 

"Now, what can I do for you, sweetheart?" he asked Cindy. "But before you 
even answer that, you can do me a favor and tell me just who you are." 

"Cindy Baker Carlyle," she said to him. "Don't you remember? I'm Richard 
Carlyle's wife. You met me at the party for his picture." 

"Right. I never forget a pretty face. I knew I met you somewhere." 

Cindy stood up and walked over to him. She moved her fingers to his soft 
white hair and started to stroke it. She couldn't believe how thick his hair 
was, and loved it. She moved her fingers to his ears and stroked them, too. 

"I wanted to take you up on your offer," she said to him. "I remember that 
you were very attracted to me at the party. I was too scared to do anything 
at the time. But I've matured since then." 

As soon as she said that, he moved his soft hand to her leg. He started to 
run it up her thigh, and when he felt that she wasn't wearing any panties, 
he moaned. 

"You do come prepared, don't you?" he asked her. 

"When I know what I want, I come prepared," Cindy said to him, and she moved 
her fingers to his shirt and tie. She started to pull his tie off, then 
began to unbutton his shirt as fast as she could. 

Cindy couldn't believe the full chest of black hair that he had, and she 
moved her fingers all over the fur, exploring. She found his nipples and 
began to massage them after fingering her way through his jungle of hair 
around them. 

"You have such soft skin," she said to him, and she moved her lips to his. 

When he kissed her, it was with an incredible amount of passion. He thrust 
his tongue deep into her mouth, and she started to suck on it as hard as she 
could. Meanwhile, she was running her hand down to his lap. 

She could feel the firm cock bulge that he had, and she started to squeeze 
it through his pants. As she did, he moaned softly and moved his hands up to 
her tits. He massaged them through her blouse, until she opened her blouse 
buttons so he could finger her naked, stiffened nipples. He loved the way 
they felt. 

"I envy your husband," he said to her, and he moved his mouth to her nipple 
and started to suck on it. 

She could tell that he was a man with experience, for he was doing quite a 
number on her tits. He was fingering one while he sucked the other, and her 
body was beginning to burst into a heated passion sweat. 

She moved her fingers back to his cock bulge and started to open his pants. 
She knew that he was going to have a huge dick. 

Cindy was rarely wrong in her life, and when she pushed his pants down and 
he lifted his ass up off the chair to enable her to do so, she saw that she 
was right. His cock was about ten inches long, and so thick. There was a 
huge patch of black hair around his dick, and his legs had lots of black 
hair on them, too. 

"Can you believe it?" he asked her, as she ran her fingers through his thick 
black cock patch. "With all the hair on my body, the hair on my head, which 
is the only hair that really shows, is the hair that goes grey first." 

"I think that you look distinguished," she said to him. 

He moved his mouth back to her tit and continued to suck it, but then, 
licked his way down to her pussy. When Cindy felt his mouth probing her 
pussy lips, she loved it. She spread her cunt lips wide, exposing her hard 
clit. 

He sucked it between his lips, and started to flick his tongue back and 
forth over it, with the most expert technique that she had ever felt. She 
could feel her cunt starting to spasm hard, and when that happened, he was 
there sucking all the cream right out of her, and working her clit over for 
more. 

"God, don't let anyone ever tell you you have no stamina," she moaned. 

For when she thought about it, out of all the men she had ever had in her 
life, and that amounted to quite a few, he had to be the best. Of course, 
she knew that he had years and years of experience behind him. 

He sucked her pussy so that she was coming again, and then, he pulled his 
chair further back from his desk. 

He pulled her between his legs, and then told her to sit on his cock. 

As she spread her legs and did what he said, she had to silently thank Kim 
Smithe again, for she knew that she never would have been able to do 
something like this, without taking an enema, had it not been for him. 

And now, it was even easy for her to take in a fully hard, thick cock. 

She sat down slowly, feeling her pussy lips spreading and her pussy walls 
stretching so that his thick dick could fit inside of her. And once he was 
all the way in, and she had her buttocks rubbing against his thighs, she 
felt sensational. 

She moved her lips to his and kissed her hard, then cupped her two tits and 
buried his face between them. He started to suck on one nipple, then the 
other, as she moved her cunt slowly up and down his cock. 

Cindy reached behind and cupped his two heavy balls, and when she did that, 
he moaned out loud, telling her how sensational she was. 

For the first time in her life, she was really beginning to think so, too. 
For now, she finally thought of herself as normal, being able to fuck 
without the aid of an enema, and really get off on it. 

And, if she could turn on all the different men that she had turned on, she 
knew that it had to mean something. 

Cindy felt as if she was in a constant state of orgasm throughout the fuck, 
and when his cock started to pulsate inside of her, she slowed down. But 
once all the pulsations had subsided, she started to ride his dick up and 
down again, faster. 

"Baby, you kill me," he moaned. "You are one hot pussy." 

"And you're one great dick," she said to him. "I can understand why you're 
the head of the studio. You're fabulous." 

She was riding up and down his dick faster, and suddenly, she felt his cock 
starting to pulsate hard again. She moaned as his throbbing cock head made 
contact with her clit, and then, she felt his cock shooting off inside of 
her. 

His come was so hot, creamy, and filling, that she could feel herself 
starting to come again in a matter of seconds. She closed her eyes and 
moaned as her pussy juices dripped down over his thick cock shaft. 

He sucked on her nipples for the last few seconds of his orgasm, and then, 
she stopped moving so his limp dick could rest inside of her. 

There was a ten minute silence as they both caught their breath. 

"Now," he said to her, "what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" 

"How did you know I wanted to talk to you about something?" 

"Oh, I know. I'm a smart man. I know that a lovely woman doesn't just come 
in and throw herself at an older man unless she wants something from him. 
What's the matter? Your husband's contract isn't good enough?" 

"On, no," Cindy said. "Nothing like that. I just wanted to ask you about 
your affair with Rebecca Winslow. I want to know what it was like to fuck 
her." 

"I don't know where you heard that from," he said. "But in my entire life, I 
have never fucked Rebecca Winslow!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was seven-thirty at night by the time Cindy Baker had learned everything 
she wanted to know from the head of the studio. In fact, the older, mature 
man, had sent out for some food so he could have time to tell her. 

When Cindy had stuck her head out at about seven, to tell the secretary to 
order, she had found the girl fucking away with Lyle. 

"Lyle, she is a virgin," Cindy said. "She is a virgin, that fucking cunt." 

"This one isn't," Lyle said, in reference to the secretary. 

When they had finished eating, Cindy decided that she owed the studio head a 
blow job. After all, he had filled her in on almost everything. 

He had told her how he once wanted to fuck Rebecca, years ago, but she had 
never let him do anything like that. In fact, when Cindy told him that she 
had learned about his affair from Kim, he was mad. 

"She probably told Kim that so she wouldn't come off as a virgin. But you 
can bet that I've never been with her." 

Later, the head of the studio wanted to know the reason why Cindy was so 
anxious to find out and when Cindy told him the truth, including her bout 
with enemas, he started to laugh as loud as he could. 

He stood up and walked to his private bathroom, then pulled out an enema 
bag. 

"Shit," he said. "If I had only known beforehand, I would have been more 
than willing to give you one, honey." 

"But now, I have to stop her from telling the world that it's me," she said. 

"That wouldn't be very good for Richard's career," the studio head said. 
"That fucking virgin cunt is trying to ruin my best upcoming star. I'm going 
with you when you go to see her." 

"All right," Cindy said, and then she picked up his phone and dialed her own 
house. She could hear what a frenetic state Richard was in. "Hey, just shut 
up and listen to me, Richard. I found out some things about our gossip 
columnist. I want you to meet me at the studio where she broadcasts her 
gossip from. Meet me there at nine, okay? In her dressing room." 

Cindy and the studio head got dressed, and then, Cindy reached for the enema 
bag. 

"I think we should take this thing along with us," she said to him. "I think 
that bitch could use one." 

As they walked outside into the secretary's office, Cindy had to laugh. Lyle 
was still going at her. The studio head laughed, too. 

"This is the latest you've ever stayed and worked," he said to her. 

"We're going, Lyle," Cindy said. "Are you coming with us?" 

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said, and he pulled his hard cock out 
of the secretary's cunt and pulled his pants up. 

The three people all walked to Cindy's car, and started driving to the 
television studio. It was almost eight-thirty, and Cindy was beginning to 
feel nervous. She hoped that everything she had been told was true, and 
hoped that she could use it against that fucking gossip bitch. 

They arrived at the television studio at nine, and walked right in. Richard 
was waiting there, and he was surprised to see the studio head there, too. 

"Come on," Cindy said, leading the pack. "Let's wait in her dressing room. 
But first, let me go fill this up." 

The lovely blonde walked to the bathroom and filled the enema bag with a 
soothing warm water. Then, she and the three men walked back to Rebecca's 
dressing room. They were happy to find the place empty, and all took their 
seats. 

Rebecca didn't show up until nine-thirty, and as soon as she opened the door 
and saw Cindy and Richard, she started to laugh. 

"So, you've come to sit here and be with me when I destroy you," she said. 

"You won't destroy anyone, you bitch," Cindy said to her, and suddenly, the 
head of the studio, who was standing behind the door, pushed it closed and 
locked it. 

Rebecca turned her head and saw him standing there. 

"Why, Walt, how nice to see you," she said. "What are you doing here?" 

"Why are you spreading rumors that I'm the first man to ever fuck you?" he 
asked her, with a great deal of hostility. 

"What?" she asked, and Cindy could see how flustered she already was. "Uh. I 
don't know what you're talking about." 

"Well, I'll tell it to you straight out," Cindy said to her. "I did some 
searching today. I wanted to find out what you were into. Miss Winslow. I 
wanted to see if I could get anything on you, and believe me, did I ever!" 

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked, sensing the others surrounding her. 

"Just this. You've never even had a dick up your cunt, you tight-assed 
virgin! You're too fucking scared to take a cock inside. Your ex-fiance, 
Kim, told me why he left you. You wouldn't let him fuck you." 

"That's a lie," Rebecca screamed. "That's a fucking lie." 

"Well, you told him that you had made it once, with Walt over there, and he 
told me that's a lie. I think there's only one way to know. Ger her, guys!" 

Before Rebecca knew what was happening, hands were reaching for her and 
grabbing her right and left. Lyle wanted to get in on the action, too, and 
in a matter of seconds, Richard, Walt, and Lyle, had stripped Rebecca 
completely, ripping her clothing to shreds. 

She tried to cover her nakedness, but the studio head held her hands behind 
her back. 

"Go ahead, Lyle, fuck her," Cindy said. "Thrust your dick into her and see 
if she's ready, willing, and best of all, able." 

Lyle was stroking his cock through his pants, and he pulled it out. He moved 
closer to her, and started to rub his cock head against her pussy lips. 
Rebecca closed her eyes and started to gasp for air, as if she was choking. 

"Please don't," she screamed. "Don't. I can't. I can't." 

"Why can't you?" Cindy" asked her, screaming louder than she was. "Why?" 

"It'll hurt me. It'll hurt me. It's just too big for me. Too fucking big." 

Cindy started to laugh, and then, she reached for the filled enema bag. 

"I'm going to tell you a little secret, which I just realized myself today," 
Cindy said. "My husband doesn't even know why, and I never told him. The 
reason I always took these enemas was because I was scared, too. I used to 
think that it would hurt, and the soothing water relaxed me. How about it?" 

"No," Rebecca screamed. "That's disgusting. So disgusting." 

"Hold her down," Cindy said. "Hold her down, because she's going to get it 
whether she wants it or not. I don't think you have a choice, Rebecca." 

Rebecca started to scream, but Lyle moved his hand to her mouth and covered 
it. Her screams, muffled as they were, seemed even louder as Cindy rammed 
the enema hose up the woman's asshole, with a full, hard force. 

Once she had it in, she thought that she might have been too hard, for she 
remembered how she had felt the first time she had ever had anything rammed 
up her asshole. But, in the end, she decided that Rebecca deserved it. 

Then, Cindy turned the little spigot, and the water started to flow into the 
older, groaning woman. When Rebecca felt the water invading her, she was 
ready to die. 

But then, all of a sudden, as the water worked its way up inside of her, she 
couldn't believe what was happening. Suddenly, she was feeling so totally 
relaxed. She didn't know why, but along with the complete feeling of 
relaxation, was a feeling of complete and total hominess. 

As her moans of protest turned into groans of pleasure, both Richard and his 
boss, the head of the studio, seemed to notice. 

When they let go of her hands, Rebecca immediately moved them down between 
her legs. Cindy was pissed off at the men, for she was sure that the gossip 
columnist would pull the enema hose out of her asshole. 

And there was still some water left inside of it. 

But Rebecca didn't do anything like that. Instead, she moved her fingers 
down to her pussy and started to massage herself. As she did, she could feel 
her cunt passions swelling, and her cunt started to spasm. 

"Oh God," she was moaning, for the flow of the water was just about 
stopping. "This is so fucking nice. I can't believe it." 

"Lyle, fuck her," Cindy said to the handsome photographer. "I think that 
she's relaxed enough to take a dick up her snatch." 

"Yes," Rebecca started to moan. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." 

Lyle got down on his knees, and he was just about to move his cock into 
Rebecca's eager pussy, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

He looked up at the head of the studio, standing right next to him. 

"I hate to pull strings, young man, but I will never let you work for my 
studio again if you fuck her before I get a chance to. After all, I was the 
one she said she lost her virginity to, and I want to be the first one." 

Lyle was a little mad about that, but when he saw the head of the studio 
smile, he smiled, too. Then, he stood up and let the man take his place. 

Walt pulled his huge dick out of his pants and started to rub it against 
Rebecca's wet pussy lips. They spread wide to let him in, and she moaned 
loud. 

"I can't wait to feel that forty-year-old hymen break," he moaned. 

With those words, he rammed his way into her cunt. He could feel his cock 
ripping right through her hymen skin, and even though Rebecca felt a slight 
bolt of pain, she didn't mind it at all. She had been told, all her life, 
that it was going to hurt the first time, and since she had waited so long, 
and it only hurt a little, she didn't care. 

"God, if I had known that it was going to be this easy, and this great, I 
think I would have lost it years ago," she moaned. 

The studio head had his cock deep inside of her, and he was loving it, too. 
Since this was the first time she had ever taken a man inside, her pussy was 
so incredibly tight, and his stiff cock was feeling fine. 

She wrapped her legs around his ass and started to massage his buttocks with 
her feet. Meanwhile, Cindy was getting so hot watching her, that she began 
to strip off everything that she was wearing. 

"Wow, the water feels sensational," Rebecca kept moaning. "Of course, Walt's 
dick feels mighty fine, too." 

Walt started to laugh, and as he did, he could feel his pulsations getting 
harder, and he knew that he was nearing orgasm. 

Cindy was reaching for her husband's hard bulge, and as she started to pull 
his zipper down so she could take it out, he moved his hand to her pussy. 

"Do you want me to fill the bag first?" he asked her, knowing that he had 
never fucked her without an enema before, because she always needed one. 

"No," she said, and she saw how shocked he was. "I can take them or leave 
them now. Oh, they still feel great, but today I learned a new trick." 

"Show me," he said to her, and she lay back on the floor and spread her 
legs, then pulled his cock close to her cunt, then pulled him in. 

"I love it," she started to moan, for she could feel his cock swelling as 
soon as he was deep inside of her. 

Rebecca started to moan loud as she felt Walt's cock pulsating harder inside 
of her, and he started to moan, too. Then, he knew he couldn't hold back any 
longer. He started to shoot thick loads of come inside of her freshly broken 
cunt, and when she felt how sensational the heat from his come was, she 
started to come again. 

Walt kept moving his dick in and out of her, and when he slipped out, Lyle 
tapped him on the shoulder and took his place. 

Lyle thrust his cock deep into Rebecca's pussy, and she was hot again. She 
started to thrust her ass up and down off the carpeted dressing room floor, 
because she knew now that she loved it when the man thrust fast, and wanted 
to help. 

She was also having no problem keeping the water inside of her. At one 
point, she thought that it was going to drip out, but then, it all passed, 
and she knew that she would be able to keep it in forever. 

Lyle's dick was starting to pulsate inside of her hard. He had been so 
worked up, mainly because he had had to pull right out of the secretary 
before coming, and so, he started to come inside of Rebecca's pussy very 
soon after he had entered. 

"Shit," she moaned, even though she loved the feeling of his come filling 
her up. "I wish you could have stayed longer. Next." 

"You turned her into a fucking nympho," Richard said, as he continued to 
fuck his wife, with a loving passion. 

Richard looked around. He could see that Walt, his boss, was still limp, and 
since Lyle had come, he was still limp, too. 

"I need someone," Rebecca started to moan. "I need a cock." 

"Go ahead," Cindy said to her husband. "I don't mind. After all, I've had 
your dick so many times, and she's just getting used to them." 

Richard pulled his hard cock out of his wife, and moved a few feet on the 
carpet. He positioned himself between the gossip columnist's legs and then 
entered her slowly, thrusting his cock inward and upward at the same time. 
She moaned the loudest when he started to thrust in and out, and soon, Cindy 
was moving her mouth to her husband's ass and licking his sweaty buttocks. 

When Rebecca started to come again, her cunt spasms were so tight, that 
Richard knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back. He clenched his groin 
muscles and tried to hold back as long as possible, but then, he had to 
come. 

He started to shoot his come into Rebecca's pussy just as there was a knock 
on the door of the dressing room. 

"Five minutes, Miss Winslow," the boy said, announcing that she was ready to 
do her show in five minutes. 

"Christ," Rebecca screamed, as she pushed Richard off her body. "I have to 
get out there. My clothes are all tom. They're a mess. What will I do?" 

"Here," Cindy said. "Take my blouse." 

Rebecca pulled the woman's blouse on, and when she closed it, she noticed 
the way her dark nipples practically stuck right out. She was wearing 
nothing under the blouse, and had nothing to put on around her waist. 

She took a towel and wrapped it around, then opened the door. 

"What are you going to say?" Cindy screamed after her. "What are you going 
to tell the world about me?" 

"Just wait and see," she screamed after her and Cindy started to laugh. 

"What are you laughing about?" Richard asked. "What if she says something... 
" 

"Hey, don't worry," Cindy said. "I don't think she'll say anything bad about 
enemas. She still has one inside." 

They were all laughing, and then, Lyle flicked on the small television in 
Rebecca's dressing room so they could all watch the broadcast as she made 
it. 

When Rebecca came on the air, she looked flushed, but better than ever. 

"Hi, folks," she said, almost as if she was still lost in the pleasures of 
her orgasms. "This is Rebecca Winslow from Hollywood. Remember last night 
when I asked that startling question: what wife of an up and coming 
Hollywood star loves to be filled and then refilled again? Well, who cares? 
Really, now. Must you know everything about everyone? Some people need to 
keep their sex lives secret. 

"Besides, I don't think it's any of your business. Other news from 
Hollywood. Troy True is on the wagon again as of today, and... " Richard 
flicked off the television set and then turned to his wife. He pulled her 
close to him and kissed her hard on the lips. 

"Baby, you saved the day," he said to her, and as he rubbed his limp cock 
against her wet pussy lips, he could feel himself getting hard again. 

Cindy started to moan as she felt his cock stiffen, and she reached down 
between his legs and started to stroke him. 

She lay back on the couch and pulled him into her, and he rammed his way in 
with a full, hard force. As she moaned, she felt the head of the studio 
rubbing his cock near her lips, and she opened her mouth to suck him. 

His dick was so big, and she had to keep her mouth open wide, but she didn't 
care. For now, all the tension that she had felt the past twenty-four hours, 
had subsided. She knew that Rebecca would never say anything to anyone about 
what she knew, and deep down, she knew that Richard's career was saved. 

As the head of the studio was coming in her mouth, and she was savoring his 
sweet cream on her tongue, the door to the dressing room opened, and Rebecca 
walked in. She had the brightest smile on her face as she stripped off the 
towel. 

"I want more fucking," she moaned, as she lay back. "Lyle, get that dick 
over here and shove it in my cunt." 

Lyle was more than willing to oblige, and he was quite hard, having watched 
Richard and Walt fuck Cindy while he had no one. He had been jerking his 
dick off all along, keeping himself ready. 

As he entered Rebecca again, she moaned like crazy. 

"I love this enema, Cindy. I want the bag. Can I have it?" 

"Of course, Rebecca. It's yours. With my blessings. And with Walt's. After 
all, it's his." Rebecca started to laugh, but then, suddenly, she seemed 
like she was about to cry. Her lower lip started to tremble. 

"But what if I need this all the time?" she started to ask. "What if I have 
to take an enema every time I fuck?" 

"I've had to for years," Cindy said. "I just got over it. Look, if it takes 
you two years, or ten years, just enjoy the fucking while you can." 

Once Rebecca realized that Cindy was right, she was more than willing to 
just let herself get back into the fuck. She started to thrust her hips up 
and down like mad, and as she moaned, Cindy could feel Richard starting to 
pulsate in her pussy. 

He shot thick loads of come inside of her, and rested on top of her, rubbing 
his spent dick through her pussy patch. 

Richard and Cindy started leaving, about two hours later, because they were 
in the mood to get home. As they walked out of the dressing room, Cindy took 
one look back at Rebecca. She was lying on her back as Walt fucked her 
again, and she was sucking off Lyle at the same time. 

"Cindy," he said, as they walked to his car, "I want to be honest with you 
again. I have to tell you that during the day, Margaret Ann Bower and I made 
it together again. Remember? She's my leading actress." 

"Oh, honey, if you only knew the people I made it with today, just to help 
you, you'd be mad. Let me see, there was Robert Singer and Lyle, and then 
there was Kim Smithe, who used to be engaged to Rebecca, and then... " 

"I don't think I want to hear anymore," he said to her. 

"There isn't much more. Then there was Walt, and you. And do you know 
something, baby face? You're the only one I care about." 


THE END
