Stag Movie Starlet
by Evelyn Streete


Chapter One 

As the lush well-formed young woman walked out from the dingy shelter of the 
train station, climbed the cold concrete stairs to the platform and looked 
hopefully down the track, dozens of eyes followed her every movement. Three 
bums interrupted their examination of the contents of a garbage pail to 
study her lustfully. A group of well-dressed business men, wearing the 
traditional gray suits and waiting for the nine twenty-five, broke off a 
discussion of major league batting averages to watch her long slender legs 
crisscrossing as she passed them. A porter, pushing a heavy cart piled high 
with baggage, chose to observe as much as he could see of her firm proud 
breasts instead of the area immediately in front of him and collided with 
two ticket-takers who were equally absorbed. 

The attention she was getting was well deserved, since Nina Powers had the 
smooth sup- pie body of a young Greek goddess. Through the folds of her 
clinging silky miniskirt, even a casual observer could trace with his eyes 
the most intimate details of her splendid body. The dress did little to 
conceal her large, high-set breasts which moved sensually as she walked, 
despite her efforts to find a brassiere capable of holding them in place. 
The silk was tight around her waist and over her flat smooth stomach, and 
then flared gently to cover her slender, almost boyish buttocks. Below, 
where the miniskirt ended, her long slim thighs melted into perfect knees 
and calves. 

Nina wore her silken blonde hair in a long, school girl fashion, 
unsuccessfully attempting to distract attention from the ripeness of her 
body. People had often told her that her face somehow did not match the rest 
of her. Below the neck, she had the stunning, exciting physique of a show 
girl or a movie star, but from the chin up, she was pure aristocrat with a 
well-shaped delicate nose and deep, serious eyes. It was a contrast most men 
found upsetting. After gazing with pleasure at her magnificent body, they 
suddenly found themselves struck with a scornful haughty glance from the 
beautifully sculptured face and were forced to turn away in embarrassment. 

"She's a hooker," one of the businessmen commented, loud enough for Nina to 
hear him. 

"You're crazy," a friend corrected him in a lower voice. "She's somebody's 
rich daughter, maybe out doing a little slumming. Look at that mug! Ever see 
a hooker with a face like that?" 

One of the bums left whatever was to be found in the garbage pail to his two 
companions and walked past her, lewdly attempting to brush against her body. 
In her effort to avoid a humiliating contact with his filthy clothing, she 
stepped hurriedly away in the direction of the train tracks, then realized 
she was too close to the edge of the platform and jumped back, banging into 
the startled beggar. The businessmen and porters laughed cynically at her 
embarrassment and she turned her back on them angrily, trying to hide the 
blush which was already climbing up her neck to her cheeks. 

In an agony of self-consciousness, Nina tried desperately not to cry or give 
into the temptation to flee the station, reminding herself that this was 
going to be one of the happiest days of her life and resolving that no 
crude, disgusting group of complete strangers could ruin it for her. In a 
few moments, the train would be coming in. Frank would jump to her side and 
the anguished months of waiting would be over. 

But if only she had chosen a different dress! In a moment of weakness she 
had purchased this one at a store where hippies went to buy their clothing. 
She had known it was a mistake the moment she tried it on in the privacy of 
her bedroom and looked in the mirror, seeing immediately that it revealed 
far too much of her lust-arousing body and would attract the wrong kind of 
attention. She remembered how her mother had warned her carefully, telling 
her that she had to hide her beauty from the world until she was safely 
married and then reveal it only to her husband. Otherwise, her mother had 
predicted, her life would be filled with men who desired her only for her 
body, and other men would pester and insult her on the street. The old 
woman's prophecy had come true more than once. Usually Nina wore cautious, 
high-necked, figure-concealing dresses with her skirts unfashionably long. 
But on days like today, when she wanted to look particularly pretty, she 
sometimes gave in to the temptation to wear the brief miniskirts the other 
girls could wear and get away with wearing. And whenever she did, there was 
trouble of some kind. Twice in her life, she had been the victim of 
attempted rapes and whenever she appeared on the street even total strangers 
forced then-attentions upon her. 

In the past, her only security had been the fact that Frank was normally by 
her side to protect her. Nina, in fact, had come to look upon her body as a 
handicap, a curse, almost a disfigurement to be concealed shamefully from 
the world. 

Well, she had wanted to be pretty today, and now she was paying for it, 
although she reasoned that no one would try anything more than a lecherous 
glance or a crude word here in the middle of a crowded train terminal. 

As the spring breeze caressed her supple young body through the thin 
miniskirt, she found herself becoming a little excited in spite of herself, 
and she tried to relax and think of Frank and the life together they had 
planned for so long. 

Their romance had been difficult since they had first met and fallen in love 
as high school students. Nina's mother would not permit her to date, or wear 
make-up, or even go out of the house in the evenings until she graduated, 
and the only time she could have with Frank was limited to a few minutes 
between classes, lunch hours and an hour or so after school. Frank's father 
was a junk dealer and had something of a reputation as a drinker and a 
womanizer. Nina's father, on the other hand, was the president of the only 
bank in their small New England community. Her mother spent her days 
establishing standards of morality for the town, and enforcing them whenever 
and wherever she could. 

Nina's parents had somehow learned of their daughter's affection for the son 
of the junkman and naturally disapproved. Even though Frank was a model 
student, president of the camera club and staff photographer for the school 
newspaper, he was declared off-limits for Nina Powers. When Nina graduated, 
her parents sent her away to an expensive college on the East Coast where it 
was intended that she study education and forget this romance with an 
unsuitable member of the lower classes. 

But neither Frank nor Nina had been able to forget quite that easily. The 
young man had been forced by his family's financial difficulties to go to 
work immediately after graduation, but he spent his evenings studying film 
making and camera technique. His free weekends were dedicated to making the 
long drive to the college where Nina was registered as a student of 
education. 

Frank and Nina had never gone all the way during her college years, but 
there had been nights during that period when they had come very, very 
close. Frank, lonely after a week away from her, sometimes became extremely 
passionate and Nina needed all the moral education her parents had given her 
to hold herself back. After their dates together and before - Frank would 
begin his long solitary drive back to their home town, .Nina usually allowed 
him to coax her into the back seat of his car for a little necking. She felt 
guilty about this, but had always reasoned to herself that nothing serious 
could happen as long as she remained morally strong. Frank would always stop 
when she asked him to and thev had been friends for so long that she felt 
totally relaxed and safe with him. He knew that she was determined to walk 
down the aisle to her wedding as a virgin and he respected her for this 
strength. 

Sometimes, when Frank seemed unhappy or low in spirits, Nina would comfort 
him in the only way she could, letting him slowly undo the buttons on her 
blouse, unfasten her brassiere and caress her lovelv, firmly set breasts 
with his trembling hands. She knew that this was wrong and sinful, but it 
had never posed a real problem until the night before Frank's departure for 
Vietnam. 

Frank had enlisted in the Army to get the practical training in film making 
which he could never afford to acquire in any other way. A friend of his 
father's got him assigned to a military unit which shot documentaries and 
training films. Frank knew that the unit was certain to be assigned to 
Vietnam since that was where the action was, but he was getting nowhere on 
his own, and he knew that many professional cameramen and directors had 
gotten their start in the military. It was the only way to success and he 
decided to take it, even though joining the Army meant a prolonged 
separation from Nina. 

Nevertheless, they had been almost happy their last night together, or at 
least they had worked very hard at convincing one another of their 
happiness. Frank had talked about the experience he would gain in Vietnam 
and how it would qualify him for a good job when he returned. Nina had 
spoken of finishing her studies by the time he was back, and then getting a 
teaching job to support them while he made his start in life. They had both 
worked very hard at forgetting about the Viet Cong, and land mines, and 
machinegun bullets and all the horrors which awaited him on the other side 
of the Pacific. And they had drunk a good deal before climbing into the back 
seat of his battered old car to say their last farewells . . . Nina re-
 membered well what had occurred at that point... 

"No, Frank, please darling, there are some things we should wait for!" she 
had cried, but Frank seemed unable to hear her and he closed his mouth over 
the darkly pulsing tip of one of her breasts, sucking it until her swollen 
nipples felt as if it would explode. When he had unfastened her blouse and 
brassiere and slipped them right off her shoulders, Nina had told herself 
that it was their last evening together for twelve months and decided to 
allow him a few extra liberties with her body. 

But now he was beginning to frighten her. She knew he would stop when she 
said no, but she was wondering how much longer she would possess the 
strength to call an end to their necking. 

As he sucked and nibbled her high proud breasts, his hands continued their 
exploration of her warm body. His tongue continued to torment the tiny buds 
of her nipples into stiffness and she was barely conscious of his hand 
fumbling with the buttons on her wraparound skirt. 

"Oh Frank!" She cried as the skirt fell away, leaving her firmly rounded 
buttocks and loins clad only in a pair of sheer, silken panties. She had 
never before been so exposed to a man and found herself shaking with a 
combination of nervousness and sex- ual excitement. This was so wrong, so 
terribly wrong, but the image of Frank lying dead in some faraway jungle 
filled her mind and she could not bring herself to end the evening by 
ordering him to stop. 

His hands roamed over the flatness of her smooth white stomach and then on 
to the softness of her pubic area as he skillfully worked his fingers 
beneath the soft, flimsy legband of her panties. She gasped with unexpected 
pleasure as she felt his hands invade the softly curling strands of pubic 
hair sifting protectively out around her now nakedly exposed vagina. It was 
a strange tickling sensation and something perverse and wicked in her made 
her decide to enjoy it a little longer before telling him to stop. The 
pleasure increased as his. hands reached the tiny virginal opening of her 
vagina. Soon she found her hips grinding sensuously down into the seat and 
low, involuntary groans of rising pleasure escaping her lips as he 
manipulated the moist warm flesh around her cunt and she was almost 
unconscious of the fact that he was undoing his pants with his other hand. 

The shock came when he took her hand in his and forced it gently to his 
cock. It was the first time in her life that she had ever touched a man's 
penis and she shut her eyes tight out of some foolish conviction that she 
should not see it even though she was holding it firmly between her warmly 
trembling fingers. "Ohhhh, God, honey!" he gasped as she tightened her 
fingers around the excitedly throbbing hardness, and she thrilled to the 
idea of the pleasure she was giving him, ignoring the danger signals 
flashing desperately in the back of her mind. Nina had studied biology in 
college and had received a halting, embarrassed lecture from her mother on 
sex, but nothing in her past experience had prepared her for the size of 
Frank's penis, and a tiny thrill of anticipant fear ran through her as she 
realized that after she was married she would have to accept the whole of 
his huge male hardness all the way up into the tenderness of her body. 

Without thinking or clearly understanding what she was doing, she began to 
massage it, moving her hand gently up and down the full, excitedly throbbing 
length of him, delighting in the groans of pleasure she was producing in her 
fiance. At the same time, Frank's fingers began to penetrate the moist-ly 
pulsating mystery of her innocent young vagina and she could feel that his 
hands were wet from the rising juices of arousal seeping from deep up inside 
her. 

"Don't break me!" she groaned desperately into his mouth. "Leave that for 
our wedding night." But the sensations he was creating in her body were too 
strong and she could not summon up the moral courage she needed to end this 
sinful business here and now. Instead she found her subconscious self sep-
 arating her nakedly exposed thighs a little further to give him more 
complete access to the interior of her tingling young pussy. 

It seemed impossible, but Frank's cock was growing in her hand, and each 
time she stroked it, she could feel it throbbing and pulsating beneath her 
fingers, becoming larger and harder than she had ever dreamed possible. 

Then, suddenly, he rolled over, lifting himself on top of her body. Instinct 
caused her to clamp her thighs tightly together the instant he withdrew his 
hand, and she trapped his long muscular cock in the softness of the skin 
between her legs. He began thrusting like a madman, in and out, trying to 
force the swollen tip of his masculinity into her virginal cunt, but she 
struggled against him fiercely. As she battled, she tightened her thighs 
even more, increasing the pressure on his straining cock. Then, 
unexpectedly, he groaned her name and his rhythmically jerking body seemed 
to fly out of control. She felt his cock tense for the last time and begin 
spurting the hot white cum from his body in thin heated streams up between 
her tightly clenched thighs. 

Her pubic hair was drenched with the thick white liquid and it dampened the 
in-sides of her legs and trickled down between the softly quivering moons of 
her buttocks onto the seat below. 

Frank then shuddered violently and his body seemed to go limp on top of her. 
The danger passed, she felt an enormous tenderness for him and stroked his 
hair gently while he mumbled embarrassed apologies and begged her 
forgiveness. 

Now, a year had passed and Nina was still a virgin. From Vietnam, Frank's 
letters had sometimes come every day and sometimes only a few times a month. 
He had talked little about the war and she had understood that he was trying 
to avoid frightening her. Instead, he had written how much he was learning 
about film making and what an opportunity the Army had turned out to be for 
him. Sometimes he had talked about a man named Clint, who was his sergeant, 
mentioning that the two of them were thinking about going into business 
together after their tour in Vietnam was over. 

Nina, in the meantime, had kept busy with her studies. Her grades were 
always good, but they had gotten even better, now that her weekends were 
free for working on her books and she had occupied herself with preparations 
for her final examinations, practice-teaching in a local grammar school and 
hunting for a job. 

Now, as she stood waiting on the platform for the train to arrive, she felt 
that they were at last ready to begin their lives. She had graduated a few 
days previously with high marks and gotten a promise of employment in 
September from a kindly principal in a nearby school. Only a few weeks 
before, Frank had written from Vietnam that he and Clint had decided 
definitely to go into partnership. He had given her the date of his arrival 
and asked her to rent them a house where there would be room for both an 
apartment and a film maker's studio. This she had done, chosing a run-down 
but sturdy building near a park and not too far from the apartment she was 
sharing with a girl from the university. Frank had also mentioned that a 
girl-friend of Clint's would be coming in with them, and Nina nervously 
wondered what Clint and this girl would be like. 

She found herself also speculating over the possibility of Frank's having 
changed during his tour of duty in the Orient. Could a year in the combat 
zone have altered him in any way. Would he be bitter? Or cruel? 

Thinking back on that last night before his departure, Nina drew herself up 
and faced the fact that it would be some time before Frank was sufficiently 
well established to marry her and that until that time, they would simply 
have to behave themselves. It would be difficult, she knew, but the time 
would pass quickly. An after all, a future teacher of innocent young 
children had to be a person of a high moral standard. Not a prude, 
certainly, but a woman who knew how to control her own emotions. 

With a blush, she suddenly found herself wondering if Frank had had anything 
to do with any other women while in the Orient. She bravely decided that it 
was possible. There was no point in being naive. After all, the man had been 
a soldier, but she resolved to forgive him anyway, and never, never to ask. 

Chapter Two 

The compartment was made to accomodate six, but there were only three 
passengers left as the train began picking its way through the suburbs of 
the city. The three were unlike each other in appearance, but even a casual 
observer would have guessed correctly that they were all intimate friends. 
There was something in the relaxed, informal way in which the woman, an 
attractive brunette, was stretched out on the seat with one leg tossed 
carelessly over a suitcase which suggested that she was in the presence of 
men she knew very well. The two males were clearly at least ten years apart 
in age, but their conversation was spirited and enthusiastic, not resembling 
in the least the usual casual exchange between two travelers who have struck 
up an acquaintance to pass away the idle hours. 

"Did we have the film refrigerated in L.A.?" asked the younger man. He was a 
big muscular individual, tanned from months of brutal expo- sure to the 
Oriental sun and hardened by long hours of carrying camera equipment through 
jungles and rice paddies. The hardness had not as yet reached his face, 
however, and he wore the open friendly expression of a college football 
player. 

"Yeah," replied the other man. "It was on ice from the time it left Saigon. 
It'll catch a little heat coming across the country but it shouldn't 
deteriorate much." The speaker was perhaps a decade older than his friend 
and spoke with the casual toughness of the career Army non-commissioned 
officer, He was a burly heavy-set individual with long, powerful arms and he 
puffed contentedly on a cigar as he talked. 

"You boys worry all the time," the girl suddenly spoke up. "You can relax 
now. The stuff got through the customs alright and the M.P.'s never said a 
word. When you should have been sweating, you were both cool as cucumbers. 
Now we're on easy street and I've heard nothing but worrying since we left 
the West Coast. What's bugging you?" 

Jill was an attractive female in her late twenties, obviously a 
sophisticated woman of the world. In keeping with the current fashion, she 
wore faded blue jeans which were deliberately ripped on the bottoms, and a 
casual V-necked sweater. From the unrestricted movement of her breasts as 
the train rocked from side to side, it was clear that she disdained the use 
of brassieres and preferred to let her high well-formed breasts bounce 
naturally. 

Frank, the younger man, responded to her question. 

"Jill-baby, we're alright as far as the Army is concerned. Clint and I have 
our discharge papers in our pockets and it will be a century or so before 
they get around to looking for all the cameras and equipment we "borrowed"! 
But civilian life is a whole different thing. We know our work well enough, 
but we're moving into a very stiff market and well be facing the very 
stiffest kind of competition from the established film makers in the city. 
We've got enough film for a year or two if we use it carefully, but we're 
damned short of money. And the one thing we couldn't steal from the Army is 
a bunch of clients. Take my word for it, this is no time to get relaxed." 

"Ah, now cool it, son," drawled Clint with the fatherly tone of an old 
sergeant speaking to a raw recruit. "If we could make films standing in mud 
up to our assholes with bullets flying over our heads, we can make them 
anywhere. After all, they didn't give that award to us for the best 
battlefield documentary of the year for nothing. We've got what it takes, 
kid, here or in Vietnam or anywhere. All we need to do is stay with our 
formula: good clear films with plenty of action and lots of sex. It doesn't 
make any difference whether we're shooting advertisements or training films 
or skin flicks. The formula stays the same." 

"And by doing the basic film processing ourselves, well save a pile of 
dough," added Jill enthusiastically. "And how many young film makers just 
starting out have got the gear you two have collected? Cameras, lenses, 
projectors, enlargers, cutting equipment, - where did you get it all? I 
never saw such a mountain of stuff. I couldn't even figure out what half of 
it did. And how on earth did you ever swipe it without the Army catching on? 
You never did tell me the whole story on that." 

"It wasn't easy," admitted Clint uncomfortably, lowering his voice. "Frank 
and I had just checked into a new station where they had enough gear to 
re-equip Twentieth Century Fox. The Viet Cong overran us about the second 
night we were there and since we were all camera crews and not combat 
troops, we bugged out without putting up any resistance. Frank and I got 
lost in the jungle in the confusion. After wandering around getting stung by 
mosquitos for a couple of hours, we stumbled back on our station again. The 
Viet Cong had left a couple of men behind to guard all the gear and moved on 
chasing our troops. We knew it was the the chance of a lifetime so we moved 
in and took out the guards ..." 

"What do you mean, 'took them'?" interrupted Jill. 

"Well, honey, war is hell and they'd have done the same to us. We bumped 
them off and spent the next day and all the following night hauling gear 
into the jungle and burying it. Just as we got the last piece out, the 
marines counter-attacked and re-captured the station. 

Everybody figured that the Viet Cong had heisted the gear and nothing ever 
came of it." 

"And it was almost six months before the area was completely pacified and we 
went back to shoot a film," reminisced Frank. "We had to hire a native with 
a truck to cart it all back to Saigon where we played games with the customs 
people getting it onto a ship. That was riskier than taking it away from the 
Viet Cong." 

"How did I get hooked up with you two?" demanded Jill jokingly. "A couple of 
cut-throat cameramen! Well, anyway, now that I know you're both war heroes 
as well as hot-shot movie makers, I'll have to do my duty as a patriotic 
citizen and think up some very special reward for the two of you." She 
grinned at the two men lasciviously and wiggled her bouncing breasts to 
leave no doubt as to what kind of reward she had in mind. 

"You're going to have to be satisfied with rewarding just old Clint, I'm 
afraid. This young stud has got a real piece of woman waiting for him at the 
train station. Hasn't he shown you a photograph? Hard to tell with all her 
clothes on, but she looks like the hottest piece of goods I've seen since we 
left Hong Kong . , . Hey Frank, remember that broad in Hong Kong, the one 
with the enormous tits?" 

"Yeah," replied the younger man without much enthusiasm. "Listen, about Nina 
..." 

"I'm here to tell you, Jill, that girl had a body like something out of a 
wet dream," Clint interrupted. "We rented her for a whole day and took turns 
climbing on and off her. I was ready for a heart attack by dinner time, but 
this young stud must have socked it to her about twenty times." 

"I want to explain about Nina . . ." Frank tried again, but Jill cut in over 
him. 

"You don't have to tell me," she said saucily. "I'm still sore from the 
workover the two of you gave me last night. If you're as good a team behind 
a camera as you are when you're entertaining the ladies, you should have an 
oscar or two inside of a year." 

"About Nina..." Frank persisted. "What a pretty name that is!" Jill 
chattered on. "I'm sure the four of us will get along just fine. Is that's 
what been bothering you? Long as she lets you climb into bed with me once in 
awhile so I don't get too bored with the old sarge here, then I'll be happy. 
And Clintll be glad to teach her anything she doesn't already know." 

"That's just it!" Frank cried out in desperation. "No one's going to teach 
Nina anything. I've been trying to explain since we left L.A." 

"S'matter, chum?" inquired Clint. "Doesn't she go for our kind of fun and 
games?" 

"It's worse than that, Clint. When I left for Vietnam, Nina was a virgin and 
I imagine she's still the same." 

"A virgin?" repeated Jill, as if she was unsure of the meaning of the word. 

"You're putting us on," growled Clint, throwing his cigar out the window in 
disgust. "The greatest cocksman in Saigon with a virgin girlfriend? For 
Christ's sake, how old is this girl?" 

"She's twenty-three, a year younger than I am. But you have to understand, 
we were both raised in this tiny town in New England. Her mother ran the 
whole community with the Bible and her husband's money. Nina's just . . . 
well . . . she's not frigid or anything, but she's very proper." 

"And what are you going to do?" demanded Clint. "I figured we could use this 
girl as a model and an actress. If she doesn't want to join the party that's 
her business, but a broad with her looks could sure help us out." 

"She will," promised Frank eagerly, "I know shell do everything she can, but 
we have to take it slow with her, ease her along, if you know what I mean." 

"Gee, a virgin at twenty-three," mused Jill, staring dreamily out the 
window, "I lost my virginity when I was thirteen. Two kids I went to grammar 
school with pulled me into a vacant lot on the way home after classes. I've 
been screwing ever since. I can't imagine how people like that manage to 
live without it. I'd go nuts in a week." 

"You, baby, are a special case," Clint assured her as he reached over and 
patted the large, partially exposed breast nearest him. "Hey, here's the 
station!" 

The train shuddered as the conductor applied his brakes and brought the long 
gray liner into the station at a crawl. Frank threw himself to the window 
and began scanning the crowded platform for his fiancee. 

"There she is! Hey Nina!" he shouted, as Clint and Jill peered over his 
shoulder. 

"Is that the one?" gasped Clint as Nina came into view. "The one with the 
big boobs and the smooth little ass? And you never got a piece of that? 
Frank, I'm ashamed of you. Ill give you one week to get it into her or I'm 
cutting you out of my will." 

"Now Clint, stop that," Jill corrected him. "We've got to try and make a 
good impression on Nina. She looks like a lovely little girl and I'm sure 
Frank will know just how to handle her. Without any help from you, you dirty 
old man. And try to watch your language, at least until she gets to know us. 
God damn, she does have big tits, doesn't she? Some girls have all the 
luck." 

Frank, overcome by joy, raced down the corridor waving his suitcase and 
pushing the other passengers roughly out of the way. When the train had 
slowed sufficiently, he jumped to the platform and flew to her side. 

As Frank's arms closed around her soft, yielding body, Nina forgot about the 
insulting bums, the dingy station, the year of loneliness and all the 
troubles behind and ahead of them. For a few minutes they stood, wrapped in 
each others arms, without speaking, or even kissing. Nina was only dimly 
aware of the other passengers climbing down from the train and the porters 
hauling baggage and mail. Finally she became aware that there were two 
people, a man and a woman, standing next to them and grinning broadly. 

So this was the couple Frank had written about! Frank, his face smeared with 
lipstick, made the introductions. Jill looked pleasant and cheerful and Nina 
found her very pretty, except for a little hardness in the way she dressed. 
Clint seemed younger than she had anticipated and she realized that she had 
been expecting a grizzled old sergeant. He seemed nice enough, but there was 
something cold and unfeeling about his smile and this frightened her a 
little. 

She led them to her old car and the four set off for ihe house Nina had 
rented. Frank kept kissing her passionately every time they stopped for a 
signal light and once he brushed his hand over her ripe young breasts. Clint 
and Jill could hardly have failed to notice this-crude sexual gesture and 
she shot Frank a warning look, thinking at the same time that this was 
perfectly normal behavior for a-man who had spent twelve months in the 
jungle without so much as a glance at a woman. 

He will be hard to control, she told herself. They had better try to 
schedule their wedding as soon as possible or they were likely to fall into 
sin. In the meantime she would simply have to be strong enough for the two 
of them. With this thought, she pulled into the alley and introduced them to 
their new home. 

Chapter Three 

For Nina, the week following the arrival of Frank, Clint and Jill seemed to 
flow by in a blur of reminiscenses, war stories and hard work. The two men 
lost no time in getting down to the practical business of converting the 
rundown old house into a modern film laboratory and studio. Fortunately the 
cellar after a thorough clean-up, was large enough to serve as a set for 
in-door filming, and Frank busied himself setting up lights and back-drops. 

On the ground floor, Clint went to work on the darkroom in which he wanted 
to be able to process both still pictures and black-and-white motion picture 
film, and the ex-sergeant spent long hours hauling in tanks and installing 
hot and cold running water plus the necessary electrical outlets. The 
kitchen was left a kitchen and Jill was doing a surprisingly good job of 
stocking the shelves with food from the local supermarket, cleaning cob-webs 
off the ceiling, re-painting the table and even plastering up some holes in 
the wall. 

The living room they had decided to make into an office. Nina, having 
nothing to do until her teaching job began in the Fall, was recruited as 
secretary, and spent her mornings shopping for office furniture in 
second-hand stores and her afternoons scrubbing floors and painting chairs. 
The second floor was to serve as their living quarters with a common sitting 
room, a bedroom for Clint and Jill, another for Frank and a bathroom. There 
was a third room available and Frank had tactfully suggested that Nina could 
save money by moving out of her apartment near the University. She was 
tempted by this offer, since she was spending almost sixteen hours a day 
with the group as it was, and it hardly seemed worth the drive home alone 
every night. 

But, attractive as the idea was, she put him off, knowing that it would be 
difficult for the two of them to behave themselves were they to sleep each 
night in adjoining bedrooms. As it was, she was considerably shocked by the 
kind of life led by Clint and Jill. They were both very nice people, she was 
forced to admit, but they were very distinctly not married and yet obviously 
and openly sleeping together. Nina was hardly so innocent as to be unaware 
that tins sometimes happened, but she had never before actually known anyone 
"living in sin", and the idea scandalized her a little. Also, she thought it 
was a very poor example and hoped Frank would be morally strong enough to 
resist the kind of Me which Clint and Jill seemed to favor. 

Another thing which puzzled her was Frank's behavior. Subconsciously she had 
been looking forward to fighting off his advances and using all her moral 
courage to maintain her purity. At the very least, she had anticipated a 
return to the necking sessions the two of them had enjoyed before his 
departure for Vietnam. 

Instead Frank continued to behave very properly towards her. Naturally he 
held her hand whenever they went out together and before they parted for the 
evening, he customarily pulled her into his arms for a few good-night 
kisses. But there was nothing remotely resembling the enormous passion he 
had shown prior to his departure and she found herself slightly 
disappointed, although she could hardly criticise him, even in her own mind, 
for behaving like a perfect gentleman. 

Perhaps, she reasoned, he was a little shy in the company of Jill and Clint. 
After all, both of them were extremely sophisticated and worldly people, far 
more experienced in every way than either she or Frank. Nina herself noticed 
that she felt a little awkward in front of Jill. It would never have 
occurred to Nina, for example, to march out of the bathroom soaking wet and 
wearing only a pair of lace panties and shout, "Who stole all the fucking 
towels?" as Jill had recently done. But when Jill did something that was 
really quite shocking and indecent, like running around improperly dressed, 
it seemed daring and liberated. Nina, when ex-tremly aggravated, sometimes 
said "darn" and it sounded silly. Jill routinely used words which would stun 
a truckdriver and succeeded somehow in sounding cute and sophisticated. 

Sometimes Nina found herself looking down on Jill because she was, after 
all, a perfect scat-terbrain who had probably never even finished high 
school. But most of the time, she found herself wishing that she could be as 
self-possessed, as worldly and as cool as the brown-haired girl. 

In general, the four of them got along famously, but Nina was bothered by 
another private worry. Sometimes it seemed to her that Jill and Frank shared 
some secret private understanding. And the time that Jill, searching for her 
towel, had run half-naked into the living-room, her high well-formed breasts 
still glistening with bath water, Frank had glanced at her very casually, as 
if this were a sight he had seen before and expected to see again. Nina knew 
this was impossible since Jill was very clearly Clint's mistress and Frank 
would never stoop to chasing a friend's girl. But something about the 
situation bothered her, even though she tried her best to put the idea out 
of her mind. 

Exactly one week after the day the train had pulled into the station, Clint 
and Frank declared an evening on the town as a reward for everyone. 

"Wear that dress," Frank asked her as she was preparing to return to her own 
apartment to change. 

"What dress?" asked Nina innocently. She had been wearing paint-spattered 
blue jeans almost all week and had almost decided to wear a cotton print 
frock her mother had given her for Christmas the previous year. 

"The miniskirt you wore to the station. I never saw you look so good." 

"Oh Frank, I couldn't wear that to a nightclub. Even at the train station I 
overheard one man say he thought I was a prostitute." 

"Well, suit yourself," Frank replied, obviously a little disappointed. "But 
wear something a little bit smart. Jill will be going dressed to kill as 
usual, and you don't want to look like her little sister." 

Nina returned to her apartment, a little hurt at Frank's lack of confidence 
in her taste. She had always been considered a very fashionable dresser back 
home in New England and she resented Frank's implication that she was a 
smalltown hick who wouldn't know what to wear during a night on the town. 
However, as she opened her closet door and looked at her collection of 
dresses, she realized that compared to Jill, she was hopelessly out of date. 
There was no other choice. She put the miniskirt on and drove back to the 
house. 

"Why Nina, how gorgeous you look!" cried Jill as she entered the livingroom. 
"Clint is still shaving and Frank is hunting for his bow tie. Will you help 
me button my dress?" 

Jill was wearing the briefest miniskirt Nina had ever seen, made out of some 
new chemical fabric which fitted her like a second skin. As Nina did up the 
buttons in back, she observed that the other girl was not wearing a 
brassiere. Jill never wore one around the house but Nina was frankly a 
little shocked that she would appear in public this way. 

"Uh, Jill, aren't you going to put on a brassiere?" Nina inquired nervously, 
a little afraid of offending the girl. 

"What for?" Jill responded, apparently not offended. "I haven't got enough 
to worry about!" The brown-haired girl spun around, her dress buttoned, and 
faced Nina. Jill's tender, prominent nipples were clearly visible beneath 
the thin, slippery fabric and her breasts moved naturally as she walked. 
"And if I had as much as you do, you lucky thing, I still wouldn't worry 
about it. Let me see your dress, honey." 

Nina struck a model's poise and turned around to allow Jill to observe her 
dress from all sides. 

"Christ, if I had your figure, Nina, I'd go stark naked," she commented and 
Nina blushed at the idea as Jill chattered on. 

"Now with that dress, for example, you should definitely go without a bra. 
You can tell from the way it's cut tight under the bust." 

"But Jill, I can't walk around on the street without a brassiere on!" Nina 
protested. 

"Honey, have you been to Rome? Paris? London? Nobody on the continent wears 
a bras- siere any more. And this place we're going to tonight is very 
continental. See? Look in the mirror. This material is made to lie close to 
your skin. When you wear a bra, you can see the straps right through it. 
Besides, it wrecks the shape of the dress. Come on, I'll unbutton you and 
you can take it off." 

"Oh Jill, I couldn't!" cried Nina. 

"Why couldn't you?" inquired the other girl innocently. "It's very stylish 
to go flopping around and besides I like the way the material slips across 
my nipples when I walk. It's exciting." While she chattered, Jill had moved 
around behind Nina and was undoing the zipper. 

"Hi Frank," she said as Nina's fiance entered the room, his bow tie 
evidently found. "I'm just trying to talk your girlfriend here into taking 
off her brassiere. Don't you think she'd look better that way?" 

"Definitely," replied Frank. "Brassieres are out of date." 

"I think I'll be too embarrassed," objected Nina, standing with her dress 
unzipped, her hands holding it in place. "This material is too thin. You can 
practically see right through it." 

"Well, try it on without the bra. If too much shows you can always put it 
back on." 

This seemed reasonable, but Nina was still confused and embarrassed. She was 
willing to make the experiment, but Frank made no move to leave the room and 
she hated to ask him to leave in front of Jill. She she compromised by 
turning her back on him, letting the dress hang around her waist and 
stripping the bra off her shoulders as Jill unbuttoned it from behind. Her 
nipples, excited by the conversation and Frank's presence, stood out hard 
and firm and she knew they would show clearly through the thin fabric of her 
dress. 

"What boobs!" cried Jill enviously. "Nina, you have the greatest pair of 
tits I have ever seen on a woman! Doesn't she, Frank?" Nina blushed at this 
crude but sincere complement and yielded in her confusion as Jill took her 
arms and turned her around to face Frank. 

"I mean, there are a lot of big bosomed women around but they nearly always 
sag. Your boobs stand up all by themselves and you don't need a bra', honey. 
Throw it away!" 

Nina finally regained her presence of mind, even though she was still 
blushing furiously, and she pushed her arms through the straps of the dress 
and pulled it up to cover her rose-tipped breasts. 

"Button me up and we'll see." 

"What's going on?" inquired Clint, who entered as Jill zipped up the dress. 
"Nina doing a strip tease?" 

"You're part of the jury," Frank informed him. "We're voting on whether or 
not Nina goes bra-less tonight." 

As soon as Jill had fastened the miniskirt in back, Nina saw immediately 
that the girl had been correct. The dress fitted over her body much better 
and had plainly been intended to be worn without a bra. 

"Well, what do -you think?" she asked, turning to face her friends. In the 
full length mirror hanging in the hall, she could see her own image and it 
was a Nina she hardly recognized. Jill had loosened the shoulder straps 
slightly, allowing the dress to hang more naturally and revealing the tops 
of her full round breasts. The material was not transparent, but the two 
dark circles of her nipples showed clearly from beneath the fabric. It was 
really no more than an expensive nightgown and Nina felt virtually naked. 

"Oh, I think . . ." she faltered. "I think it's quite impossible." 

"I vote yes," insisted Jill. 

"So do I," added Clint. 

"That makes it three to one, Nina, and everything is very democratic here. 
Let's go, gang, those drinks are waiting." Frank opened the front door and 
walked towards the car as the others prepared to follow him. 

Nina very definitely did not want to appear in public dressed, or rather 
undressed, in this fashion, but she hated to insist upon putting on her lira 
again. Besides embarrassing Frank in front of his friends, she would be 
forced to strip in front of them to put it back in place and so she decided 
the idea was out of the question and followed Jill out the front door. 

Despite Nina's hesitation, their evening was a total success. Clint, who 
knew the city well, led them to an underground, and probably illegal, 
cabaret, where film and TV people frequently entertained their guests. The 
place was dark and noisy, but the owner seemed to recognize Clint and gave 
them an excellent table near the stage. Without being asked, the waiter 
brought them a bottle of first-rate whiskey, mixers, and ice, and then left 
them alone for the remainder of the evening. For awhile they chattered in 
this warm friendly atmosphere, sipping the whiskey and smoking. As the 
alcohol began to relax Nina's nerves, she lost most of her fears, reasoning 
that the cabaret was too dark for anyone to see anything anyway. She also 
noticed that the other women present were all dressed in the most extreme 
fashions and she failed utterly to detect any sign of anyone wearing a bra. 

The floor show was several times stronger than anything Nina had seen 
before, although Jill and Clint both assured her that this was a normal sort 
of entertainment in Europe, and very mild compared to the kind of show 
staged in the Orient. A baggy-pants comedian told a series of jokes, most of 
which Nina failed to understand but correctedly assumed to be vulgar. There 
were three strip-teases on the bill, and she watched with interest as each 
of the three very attractive women disrobed before a generally appreciative 
audience. 

Nina had never seen a strip tease before and had always assumed that they 
were dirty, indecent spectacles in which fat, middleaged women stripped off 
their clothing in the most vulgar possible maimer before a group of dirty 
old men. She was pleasantly surprised to find that the girls undressed 
tastefully, while dancing in time with the music. She was a little shocked 
at how far the strips went, however, and felt a little uncomfortable at the 
idea of sitting only a few feet from a dancing woman, naked except for a 
scanty piece of cloth barely covering her pubic region and obviously 
attached with some powerful adhesive. 

Nina was not used to drinking whiskey since her parents had forbidden her to 
drink all of the years she lived at home, but as the evening progressed, she 
found the liquor sliding down ner throat with greater and greater ease. When 
the show ended, dancing was permitted, and she was amazed to see how free 
and gay she felt, all embarrassment over her body having vanished. Of course 
she noticed that men were watching her, sometimes secretively over their 
dates' shoulders, but the looks seemed much more like compliments than 
threats, and she began, just a little, to enjoy being the center of 
attention. 

And when the four of them left, quite late in the evening, Nina decided that 
she could not recall when she had enjoyed herself so thoroughly. She begged 
Frank, who seemed the soberest of the lot, to drive her car, and they 
reached the house without incident. 

"I guess I can make it home from here," she said as they pulled up in front 
of the studio- home. "But I hate to end the evening. Everything has been so 
beautiful." 

"The evening's not over yet," responded her fiance. "Come in and we'll put 
some music on the record player. You're not going anywhere until we've 
filled you up with coffee. Besides, you left your bra in the living room. 
What would your roommate think if you came home without it?" 

The four of them laughed at the idea all the way to the sitting room on the 
second floor. While Jill busied herself with the preparation of another 
round of drinks and Frank adjusted the phonograph, Clint got a small leather 
bag from his bedroom. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced theatrically, laying cigarette paper 
and plastic bag out on the table before him, we bring to you, direct from 
the Orient, the one, the only, the original, Saigon Gold!" 

Nina watched with interest, wondering what he could possibly be talking 
about, as Clint extracted from the plastic bag a quantity of what seemed to 
be a coarse tobacco, and began rolling a cigarette. 

"There's a whole pack of cigarettes on the table," she blurted out, thinking 
possibly that Clint was a tiny bit drunk. "You don't have to roll them." 

To her surprise, Jill, Frank and Clint all burst into laughter. Still 
chuckling, Frank threw an arm around her shoulders, drawing her to him and 
explaining. 

"This isn't a regular cigarette, honey, it's pot. We brought about a ton of 
it back from Vietnam with us." 

"Pot?" she asked incredulously. "You mean marijuana?" 

"Not just marijuana," corrected Clint, busily rolling his cigarette, "but 
the very best. They grow this down in the Delta and it beats anything Mexico 
or Lebanon has to offer." 

Nina was horrified and aghast. "But we can't smoke marijuana! It's against 
the law!" 

Clint and Jill went into another fit of laughing, but Frank, seeing that she 
was seriously upset, did his best to explain. 

"This doesn't make you into a drug addict, honey. It's relaxing and helps 
you appreciate music and the people you're with. These two have been smoking 
it all their lives and you don't see them shoving needles into their arms." 
"I'm worried." 

"Calm down, Nina," said Clint. "No one's going to call the police. You don't 
have to smoke if you don't want to, but let us enjoy ours and then we'll 
make you some coffee." 

Clint finished the rolling of his first cigarette, lit it and passed it 
immediately to Jill before going to work on the second. The brown-haired 
girl smoked tranquilly for a few minutes, sprawled comfortably on the sofa 
with her feet over the back and the thin white crotchband of her panties 
casually displayed to the company. Then she passed the cigarette to Frank, 
commenting, "That's real smooth stuff. Best I've ever had and believe me 
I've smoked everything at one time or another." 

Frank accepted the cigarette and inhaled heavily, held the smoke in his 
lungs for nearly a minute and then blew it out with an expression of pure 
happiness. 

As Frank continued to smoke, Clint finished the other cigarette and joined 
Jill on the sofa. 

"I think we should get there on two. How's it taste, Frank?" 

"Good as ever. I can feel my nerve endings tingling already. Have a puff, 
Nina. It won't hurt you and you can stop if you don't like what you feel." 

Nina started to refuse, but Clint interrupted her before she began to speak. 

"You're wasting your time, Frank. Nice little girls from nice little towns 
don't smoke pot." 

Nina flared immediately at Clint's implication that she was nothing more 
than a small town hick. After all, she had just returned from an evening in 
a nightclub wearing a very sophisticated dress and mixing with some very 
sophisticated people. She was not a hick and suddenly she was filled with a 
stubborn determination to show these people that nice little girls from nice 
little towns could kick their heels up once in awhile too! She took the 
burning cigarette from Frank's fingers, allowed him to throw an arm around 
her shoulders and took an experimental drag. The taste was strange and a 
little strong, but Nina ocasionally smoked cigarettes and she found she 
could inhale the pungent smoke without coughing or choking. After a few 
puffs she decided that the taste was not at all unpleasant. 

Clint and Jill were cuddling on the sofa, passing a cigarette back and 
foorth, while Frank and Nina relaxed on some cushions of the floor. 

"No, take it into your lungs and hold it for a few minutes," Frank 
instructed. Apparently by accident, he moved his hand on her shoulder and 
the strap on Nina's dress slipped lower down over her arm. 

"Um, that's better," she said. "Is it starting to hit you?" "Yes, but I was 
talking about my shoulder strap. It was biting into my shoulder." 

"Here, I'll fix the other one." As he slipped the other shoulder strap down, 
the dress settled lower over Nina's lushly rising breasts, the front barely 
covering the small brown nipples. As she settled herself comfortably again 
under Frank's arm, she felt his fingers brush the full warm tops of her 
breasts and there was an immediate reaction as her nipples unconsciously 
doubled in size, straining against the flimsy fabric of her minidress. 

With each puff, Nina could feel her tensions and fears disappear. She 
exchanged a slow, lingering kiss with Frank, the first real lovers' embrace 
she had shared with him since his return. She felt his hand nestle further 
down into her dress and experienced a moment of apprehension, but quickly 
decided that there was no reason for concern. She would hardly have to fight 
off any attacks with two other people in the room. Besides, she was 
discovering that she really liked the sensation his fingers were causing in 
her breasts. Her nipples had never been so swollen and the marijuana seemed 
to have the effect of making her soft, delicate skin more sensitive to the 
touch. 

Nina glanced across the room to see if their friends were watching, but Jill 
and Clint were paying no attention to them. Clint was virtually laying on 
top of the brown-haired girl, whose skirt had been pushed up high over tiny, 
almost transparent panties and Nina could see that his hands were buried 
beneath the miniskirt as he stroked and excited the girl's small but 
perfectly formed breasts. Their mouths were locked together in what seemed 
to be an unending kiss. 

The marijuana was beginning to affect Nina strongly and she found her head 
swimming delightfully. Her body seemed light as a feather and she made no 
protest when Frank pushed her carefully down on the carpet, her buttocks 
still resting on the pillow. The warm mellowing smoke from two burning 
cigarettes seemed to be filling the Toom with calmness and happiness. Nina 
noticed that her sense of time and proportion seemed to be distorted, but 
nothing bothered her now except a growing feeling of sexual excitement in 
her legs and stomach. She closed her eyes and felt Frank's hand on her 
thigh, stroking her back and forth and all the nerve endings in her skin 
seemed to be crying out for more. 

Something in the back of her now drug-fogged mind told her that the 
situation was dangerous, but she seemed unable to organize her thoughts 
sufficiently to tell Frank to stop. His hand teased slowly but surely up her 
thigh until he reached the softly pulsating pubic mound, protected only by 
the thin panties she was wearing. She closed her thighs tightly together to 
deny him access to her vagina, but his hand continued to rise until he found 
the top of her panties. 

With a smooth, downward thrust under the thin elastic waistband, his fingers 
reached the soft wet slit of her vagina and Nina found her legs relaxing and 
parting of their own volition as his touch took effect. 

"Oh God, I'm only a woman, she told herself as a warm electric sensation of 
desire began racing through her pleasure-wracked body. I'm not made of steel 
and this is the man I love. As Frank teased her thin white panties down to 
her thighs and began caressing the wetly curling mound of soft resilient 
pubic hair with his fingers, a groan escaped Nina's lips, and Frank began 
slowly, smoothly, teasing the opening to her virginal young cunt. She gasped 
with passion as his finger slipped into the tightly clenched little slit and 
shame burst over her as she found that her buttocks were grinding hungrily 
in response down into the pillow, totally beyond the control of her mind. 

This is wrong, she told herself. Oh God, my body is on fire! I cant stop 
moving my hips! I'm going mad! 

Her mind fogged by the marijuana, she felt two hands massaging her breasts, 
tormenting her swollen nipples until she felt they would burst. Forcing open 
her eyes, she looked down and found, to her horror, that her throbbing 
breasts were being caressed by her own hands! She realized now that she had 
completely lost control, but the moral values absorbed for a lifetime were 
not so easily defeated. Raising herself on her elbows, she pulled away from 
Frank, seeing that her miniskirt had dropped completely away from her 
aching, brown-tipped breasts and was rolled up around her waist. Her panties 
had disappeared. She was about to try to rise and tear herself away from 
this now almost uncontrolled scene of sin and temptation when she was 
stunned into immobility by what was now happening on the sofa. 

Jill was totally naked, her legs spread wide and lying in a position of 
sensual abandon with one foot resting on the floor and the other hanging 
limply over the back of the couch. The soft, moistly brown hair of her pussy 
was completely exposed and as she squirmed lewdly, Nina could see the pink 
open slit of her cunt, glistening wetly from the sexual excitement of her 
body. 

Kneeling above her, also naked, was Clint, his eyes glassy and hard. From 
between the heavy curls of pubic hair in his groin, his tall thick penis was 
standing up proudly, its red massive tip only inches from Jill's tenderly 
exposed cunt. 

He's going to fuck her, thought Nina, amazed that she could use that awful 
obscene word even in her thoughts. He's going to put his penis up 
inside,her, here, right in front of us! 

As she stared, paralyzed by the lewd spectacle, Jill raised her arms and 
took Clint's hardened throbbing penis into her soft hands. Fondling and 
caressing it tenderly as if it were an object of great value, she began to 
raise her head and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Nina watched 
her grin lasciviously at Clint and then lower her head, moving her face 
towards his cock and at the same time ovaling her mouth wide ... 

"Nooooooh!" screamed Nina, as it suddenly struck her that Jill had every 
intention of sucking Clint's monstrous cock between her lips. She struggled 
to her feet, pushing Frank away from her in her efforts to fight her way to 
the door, sobbing passionately. Her sense of balance now destroyed by the 
liquor-pot combination, she staggered and would have fallen had Frank not 
sprung to his feet and caught her. 

"I've got to go home!" she cried, clinging to him for fear she would 
collapse on the floor. "I can't... I'm sorry ... I just can't..." 

"You're not going anywhere in this condition," Frank told her, an unusual 
tone of harshness and command in his voice. "You can't even walk much less 
drive. I'm putting you to bed." 

"Oh, what they were doing . . ." she began sobbing as Frank carried her into 
the bedroom. "I never dreamed..." 

. "It's time you learned how big people play," Frank snapped almost angrily. 
He pulled back the covers on the bed and then bent over and yanked Nina's 
dress over her head, leaving her naked. Forcing her down into the sheets, he 
straightened up and began undressing rapidly. 

"And the lesson has just begun," he announced, brutally ripping off his 
shirt without bothering to undo the buttons. She forced her eyes open to 
watch him. As his trousers and shorts fell to the floor, his thick, desire 
hardened cock left out from its place of concealment. 

My God, it's huge! she thought. Through the confusion in her brain came one 
clear fearful thought, it was far too big! The time they had almost made 
love before he went to Vietnam she had not clearly viewed his penis although 
it had seemed strangely large in her fingers. Now she could see him plainly. 
Could a woman take such a monstrous thing up between her legs and not be 
torn apart inside! 

"Frank, please don't!" she pleaded as he started toward her, holding the 
hard pulsating tip of the massive uncircumsized instrument in his hand. 

"It's time we started, Nina, baby," he responded, a new harshness in his 
voice. "I've waited for you long enough." 

With one quick movement, he sent the bed- covers flying across the room and 
she lay exposed and naked before him. Smiling brutally, he forced her legs 
apart and crushed his lips against the soft trembling flesh of her belly. 
The suddenness of his approach sent a maddening chill up her backbone and 
Frank shifted his attentions to the delicate, fearfully trembling zone 
between her thighs. With him kneeling between her legs, she was unable to 
defend herself, and she groaned in shame and humiliation as he carefully 
spread the softly curling strands of her thin blonde pubic hair with his 
fingers, bent forward and licked his hot thirsty tongue into the liquid 
sweetness of her vagina. Placing his hands beneath her full rounded young 
buttocks, he burrowed further into the moist pink slit, his tongue swirling 
around and working like a demon. 

"Oh Lord! Ooooooh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she cried as he continued this obscenely 
depraved attack up between her open thighs. 

She flailed her head helplessly from side to side as he sucked on her 
hardening clitoris. In spite of the shame and fear she was feeling, her body 
slowly began to react to this assault on her helpless genitals. Short sharp 
spurts of pleasure again began racing up and down her spine and she felt her 
back begin to switch automatically and involuntarily. Her full splendid 
breasts were shaking gently back and forth as Frank licked ever hotter 
between her legs and she could feel her nipples expand and harden. And 
suddenly, as though she had no control over them, her hands stretched down 
to touch his head and caress his neck and she found herself pressing him 
into her and groaning shamelessly as he continued to thrust his thick wet 
tongue into the now hungrily quivering mouth of her open vagina. 

Frank sensed that she was slowly surrendering to him and to her own 
long-suppressed lusts and desires. Her moist silken pubic hair tickled 
teasing against his cheeks as Nina's thighs tightened, relaxed and then 
tightened again in a slow hypnotic rhythm. I've won, he grinned triumphantly 
to himself, as he glanced up at her lust-contorted face. Now, at last, for 
the real thing. 

As he lifted his wetly glistening face from her moist vagina, Nina lay still 
in total surrender, her stomach quivering and trembling with a sudden lewd 
anticipation; Frank's lips traveled lustfully over her prostrate body and 
she groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he nipped his teeth 
sharply over her tight breast. Even as she tried to roll away from this 
painful bite, she sensed waves of pleasure racing down her sides to her 
thighs where Frank's hands were still busy, stroking her throbbingly open 
cunt. 

"You're ready," he told her shortly. "You've never been more ready in your 
life." 

"Don't hurt me, Frank, darling!" she begged him. "Please be gentle!" 

"I am going to fuck you," he informed her coldly. "And there will be nothing 
gentle about it. When this cock of mine first slides up into your hot little 
cunt, you are going to squirm and scream like you never have before." 

Frank had never before used words like these in her presence, but the brutal 
obscenity of what he said somehow thrilled her and she found herself longing 
to be hurt, defiled, humiliated by this man she loved so much. 

"Spread your legs, baby!" he ordered abruptly. "Wider! There's a lot of cock 
here and I'm going to need all the fucking room I can get!" 

Her entire body trembling in a hellish mixture of fear and anticipation, 
Nina obeyed, spreading her thighs as wide as she could, while Frank knelt 
above her, his massive red-tipped organ waving in her face. Then, covering 
her naked body with his own, he guided the throbbing massive cock with his 
fingers to the. waiting lips of her cunt, pushing his way through her 
moistly curling pussy hair. Holding her breath and closing her eyes, Nina 
felt his smooth rubbery hardness touch the tight elastic entrance to her 
vagina. He paused for a moment, teasing and exciting her by moving the heavy 
tip of his cock over her tiny fluttering clitoris and the soft pink lips of 
her cunt. Then he positioned himself expertly above her and ground forward 
up between her widespread thighs. 

"Aaaaaaagh!" she cried in pain as the tip of his stiffened cock forced an 
entry into the moistly trembling walls of her open vagina. 

"Oh God, Frank, you're hurting me," she pleaded as he pressed forward, 
urging his cock still further into her tender virginal cunt. "Please don't 
put any more of it in me!" 

"It's supposed to hurt the first time," he informed her without feeling. 
"Relax!" The sight of her naked helpless body spread-eagled beneath him 
excited him beyond endurance. He had really intended to be gentle and soft 
with her but all the gentleness in him disappeared as his lust increased. He 
thrust forward another inch, allowing his full weight to rest on her full, 
flattened tits, enjoying her helpless cries of pain and fear. 

"Frank, Frank, Oh God, Frank," she screamed as with a low grunt and a final 
thrust forward, he filled her completely, destroying forever the thin 
fragile membrane of her virginity. His lust-hardened cock now lay buried 
deep up inside her whitely trembling belly, seeming to fill every corner and 
every crevice in her body. The soft wet walls of her cunt flowered wide 
before his brutal attack and he flexed his penis even deeper, burying it 
entirely within her. She could feel his soft, sperm-swollen balls slapping 
against the naked smoothness of her upturned buttocks as he began moving 
slowly and established a smooth regular rhythm, withdrawing from her almost 
all the way and then fucking forward up into her again, bringing her renewed 
pain and torment. 

"You're a woman, now Nina, honey," he grinned down at her pain contorted 
face, lying still for a moment his vagina moistened lips directly above hers 
and his body crushing into her, "You're being fucked by a man for the first 
time in your life! Do you want me to fuck you?" 

"Oh Frank, I... it hurts so . . . just go ahead and do it to me ..." 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he demanded again. 

"Yes, finish it. .. now that we've started." she gritted her teeth tightly 
together and groaned up at him. 

"Then say it," he insisted brutally. "Ask me to fuck you." The pressure 
inside her cunt was almost unbearable. She could not bear the idea of 
mouthing the disgusting word he was using, but she desperately wanted him to 
finish and take its awful hardness out of her. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me then!" she whimpered in surrender, wrapping her arms 
around his neck. "I don't care how much it hurts. Fuck me good, darling!" 

Oh God, you're no better than a whore now, she told herself, as Frank began 
breathing heavily again and fucking rhythmically in and out of her 
wide-stretched cunt. You've lost your virginity. Her parents would disown 
her if they knew and even Frank could never respect her again. She was in 
despair and the burning pain of his hardened cock buried far up in her belly 
only deepened her grief. 

Frank sensed that she could no longer oppose him and quickened his stroke. 
Nina's body, still aching but sensuous from the lingering affects of the 
marijuana, slowly began to react and de- sire started slowly circulating in 
her torturously filled belly. 

As the pain and stiffness gradually decreased, her awakening hips and 
buttocks writhed and rocked beneath him and from her throat the piteous 
whines and sobs were gradually changing into sighs and low, eagerly 
welcoming groans of lewdly rising abandon. Her smoothly, sensitive skin was 
covered with a thin film of sweat and her nostrils flared as her passion 
mounted. Nina found that her thighs were possessed of a life of their own, 
jerking and twitching possessively against his driving hips as Frank thrust 
his long, hard cock further and further into her now wetly exploding cunt. 

As he worked above her, grunting occasionally, he looked down with amazement 
at the changes in her face. Her eyes were closed and the veins in her neck 
stood out prominently beneath her smooth white skin. Her mouth was open and 
as he bent to kiss her, he found her tongue recklessly invading his mouth. 

You've won, he told himself. She wants your cock and she wants it bad. He 
redoubled his efforts, pulling almost all the way out of her thirstily 
clinging cunt until he felt her hands tightening and clutching desperately 
at his buttocks and forcing him back into her. Her cries became rhythmatic 
and the action of her hips and thighs were as violent as his own. 

Suddenly he realized that she was almost ready to cum. Nina groaned wetly up 
into his mouth and kicking her feet out into the air on either side of him 
wrapped her legs around the small of his back, surrendering all of her 
nakedly open young pussy to the brutal thrusts of his loins. . 

"Fuck me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!" she cried out mindlessly beneath him, forcing 
her hardened tormented nipples into his chest. Then, unexpectedly, she felt 
her body go very strange and a new, entirely unfamiliar sensation gripped 
her from her toes right up to the back of her neck. She could barely speak, 
but she knew she had to tell him and tell him now. 

"I'm cumming, darling! I'm cumming! Fuck harder! Oh god, I love it!" 

The pressure of the warm wet walls of her hotly spasming vagina swept like 
wildfire over her fragile body. Frank fucked harder than ever before in his 
life, wanting to make her first cum something she would remember forever, 
even when she was an old woman. Nina was breathing like a runner at the end 
of a race, gasping desperately for oxygen as the wildly rising sensation of 
ecstatic release burned in her loins. Then, as her orgasm approached its 
maximum, she felt Frank's suddenly insanely jerking cock cumming inside of 
her, shooting its hot wet sperm deep up into her hungrily quivering belly. 
Her expended vaginal juices and Frank's warm liquid semen combined and 
flowed hotly out past Frank's slowly deflating cock, and trickled wetly down 
onto the sheets below. There was a long minute's silence, broken only by the 
harshness of the breathing of the couple on the bed. Then.... 

"Nina?" Frank called, raising his body slightly to look happily down at his 
fiancee. "Nina?" he said again. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes 
were still shut, but lightly, as if she were sleeping. 

"You fucked her unconscious, buddy," said Clint, who had come into the 
bedroom with Jill when they had heard Nina's wild orgiastic cries of 
release. The couple had been standing at the foot of the bed, calmly 
watching it all. 

"Think she's okay?" asked Frank, worrying as pulled himself gently out of 
her, his exhausted cock still dripping cum over Nina's naked pubic hair and 
thighs. 

"She's fine, pal," Clint assured him. "Just too much booze, pot and fucking 
for one little virgin from a small town. She'll get used to it." 

Jill, still naked from her love-making with Clint, moved to the side of the 
bed and expertly took Nina's pulse. 

"She'll be alright," Jill announced. "Pulse is strong and steady. Goddamn, 
she's a good-looking broad, and if I were a man I'd be all over her." The 
brown-haired girl let her hands stray over Nina's unsconscious form. "Why 
don't you throw a quick fuck to the proud little bitch, Clint? She'd never 
know the difference." 

Clint's drooping penis throbbed and raised its head at the idea, and the 
three of them laughed at the sight, but Frank overruled the proposal. 

"No, it's still too early. This girl has got a lot of developing to do and 
we have to handle her carefully. If she came to suddenly and found Clint 
fucking her, it might set the whole project back months. Let's let her sleep 
until morning." 

"And what am I supposed to do with this?" complained Clint with mock 
seriousness, pointing to his now fully erect penis. 

"You don't seem to be the only one with a hard problem," joked Frank, 
pointing to himself. The sight of the two naked women had excited him as 
well and his massive cock was once again ready for action. 

"Mother told me there would be nights like this," sighed Jill as she linked 
arms with the two men and led them purposefully into her bedroom. 

Chapter Four 

Frank eased the big car around one last corner and the shining blue ocean 
sprang into view. On their left stood thousands of tall proud pines and 
through the windows on the right, they could see the tops of granite cliffs 
and open sparkling water. 

"Think you can still find the place, Clint?" inquired Frank as they spun 
along parallel to the ocean's edge. 

"Not to worry. I used to bring girls here all the time when I was a kid and 
go skinny-dipping. There's a road about a mile ahead of us which leads down 
from the cliffs to a sandy beach. You can't see it from the main highway and 
I don't expect we'll find anyone there today." 

Nina relaxed in the passenger seat next to Frank and studied the sand dunes 
and cliffs as they drove comfortably along. Whenever she thought of it, her 
conscience still bothered her for having given into temptation. She could 
have excused herself for the first time, since she had clearly been under 
the influence of drugs and liquor, and anyway Frank had practically raped 
her. But last night, when they had finished their day's work on the studio 
and eaten their evening meal, she had gone off of her own free will to his 
room, allowed him to strip her naked and make love to her twice. She had 
smoked no marijuana and done no drinking that day, and there was no other 
excuse she could think of. She had violated her moral standards knowingly 
and willingly and she knew already that she was going to violate them again 
tonight. 

And the very thought of it excited her as the old car bumped down the 
unpaved road. Frank had been good, so very good and had brought her twice to 
an orgasm, despite the slight tenderness left over from having lost her 
virginity. There was still a strange savageness about him when he made love 
which surprised and frightened her, but she excused him, remembering that he 
was a man only recently returned from the battlefield. 

The last few days had been filled with discussions on how they ought to go 
about starting their business. The darkroom was ready for use, but there was 
still a few weeks' work to be done before the cameras were assembled and 
ready for motion picture taking. Clint said that he knew the publisher of a 
man's magazine who might be willing to buy some still shots and the 
ex-sergeant proposed that they shoot a series of bathing-beauty photographs 
of Jill. If the photographs were purchased, they would both earn money and 
start building their reputations as cameramen. Jill was enthusiastic and 
Nina liked the idea since it offered a day of relaxation on the beach during 
which she could do some serious thinking. 

The previous day, Nina and Jill had taken a few hours off to shop for 
bathing suits. All Nina owned were hideous swimming class suits from college 
and Jill needed some bright new suits which would photograph well. They had 
tried on at least fifty suits and Nina had found herself being talked into a 
bikini which was about the size of a pocket handkerchief. 

"I could never wear this in public," she had told Jill. 

"Don't worry. That's what you said about the miniskirt and you were a smash 
in it. This shows off your figure perfectly and anyway no one's going to see 
you but us." 

Nina was still dubious, but she had paid the salesgirl in embarrassment and 
the two friends had left with their purchases. It had been a long hour's 
drive from the city up the coast, but the scenery was magnificent and the 
always-enthusiatic Jill had kept up a steady stream of chatter which amused 
and entertained everyone. 

"I think this is it," said Clint suddenly and Frank obediently slowed the 
car. Clint directed them over an open field and behind a group of trees. 
There, hidden by the bushes, they found an old steep dirt road down the face 
of the cliff which led to a small sandy beach, totally blocked off on either 
side by high rocks. 

"I'd hate to have to do that" drunk," said Frank with a sigh of relief, 
after he had negotiated the winding treacherous pathway and parked the car 
on a stretch of hard-packed sand. 

Nina was forced to admit that this was one of the loveliest sights she had 
ever seen. The waves were gentle and regular and the wind was blocked by the 
cliffs. The sun seemed twice as warm and the sand was clean and free from 
litter, confirming Clint's belief that the place was hardly ever visited. 

The two girls set the wine and sandwiches in the shade while Clint and Frank 
went to work loading and setting up their cameras. Clint was carrying a 
battered Leica thirty-five millimeter instrument while Frank readied the 
large portrait camera he had purchased in Hong Kong. 

Nina was wearing the bikini under her skirt and blouse and she experienced a 
moment of apprehension as she stepped behind the car to disrobe, wishing 
that she had brought something more modest. In the bright sun, the material 
seemed flimsier than ever and almost transparent. The bra scarcely covered 
the ends of her large prefect breasts and the bottom portion barely 
concealed her pubic region. 

Jiffs bathing suit was equally brief, naturally, but Jill looked and felt at 
ease in skimpy cloth- ing. Nina realized that the whole difference between 
them lay in the fact that Jill was gloriously proud and happy with her body, 
while she herself was ashamed and embarrassed by it. 

By agreement between the two men, Frank was the director of photography for 
the company, while Clint was master of the darkroom. Thus Frank took charge 
of the shooting, moving Jill into the sun and posing her on top of a large 
shiny rock. Nina watched with great interest, trying to learn as much 
photographic technique as possible. 

Frank took great care in arranging Jill's body the way he wanted it, and 
normally spent a certain amount of time peering through the lens before 
snapping his picture. Sometimes, however, he tried to achieve spontaneous 
effects by ordering Jill to move about naturally, striking poses of her own 
choosing while he and Clint clicked photograph after photograph. 

The pictures would certainly be provocative, Nina guessed, but probably not 
pornographic in any way. It would be difficult to tell until they were 
developed, but she felt there was reason to believe that some of them might 
be highly artistic. 

When the two men had finished a roll of film apiece, Frank called a short 
break. 

"I think that's enough with the bikini, don't vou Clint? That editor doesn't 
want a fashion story." 

"You're right," responded his partner. "Take it off, Jill." 

To Nina's surprise, Jill did not object in the slightest, stripping off her 
bathing suit without the least show of embarrassment and tossing it to Nina 
to hold. Then she danced back to the rock and began posing again. Nina found 
the sight somehow disturbing, but Jill did not seem to mind showing her 
high, well-formed breasts or the soft- brown pubic hair covering her vaginal 
region. Nina did observe, in fact, that Jill's nipples were hard and firm, 
suggesting that she was finding posing in the nude exciting sexually. 

"Aren't you going to be able to see her . . . you know . . . her pussy in 
some of these pictures?" asked Nina shyly as she looked over Frank's 
shoulder. 

"No problem. On some shots, well crop the negative just below the belly 
button. But it may not be necessary because some of the men's magazines 
these days like to show the whole girl, pussy and all. Having fun?" 

"Oh, it's just beautiful here. I wish we could buy this beach and put a 
cottage here." 

"If we can make some money, baby, we'll do just that. Hand me that light 
meter, will you?" 

Frank worked Jill another ten minutes on the rock and Nina was pleased to 
see how professionally and carefully he conducted the entire shooting 
session. Even Clint worked quietly and calmly, accepting directions from 
Frank and refraining from any of his vulgar jokes. When another break was 
called for changing film, Nina walked over to where Jill was sitting and 
perched beside her on the rock. 

"How you doing?" 

"Great!" responded Jill. "It's such a free feeling being out here. I can't 
wait to get in that water, but I can't get my hair wet until we finish 
shooting. This hair here," she giggled, pointing to her pubic curls," would 
dry out fast enough but the curly locks on my head would be a mess." 

"Do you feel any embarrassment at all?" wondered Nina. "I mean, being naked 
in front of Frank and me?" 

"Nina, you've got this thing about bodies. Why should I be embarrassed? I've 
got a nice body, good tits, and a nice round little ass, so why should I be 
ashamed of it?" 

"Well then, do you find it exciting?" Nina persisted. 

The other girl wrinkled her nose and grinned. 

"I guess I do get kind of a charge out of it. Try it yourself sometime and 
you'll see." 

Nina shuddered at the thought and would have replied, but Frank and Clint 
were ready again to start shooting and Nina had to move out of the way. This 
time, the two photographers did a variety of different shots, asking Jill to 
run into the water up to her knees and lay in the sand with the waves 
splashing over her. They did a series of close-ups of Jill lying 
provocatively half in and half out of the water which Nina thought would 
probably be beautiful but unpublishable because of the amount of flesh 
displayed. 

"Hey, I'm tired!" called Jill finally. "Why don't you guys take some shots 
of Nina while I get the lunch ready?" 

"Good," agreed Frank without consulting Nina. "And open a couple of cans of 
beer while you're at it. This is thirsty work." Without bothering to dress, 
Jill dusted the sand off her body and trotted off towards the car. 

"I would make a perfectly terrible model," Nina objected. "I've never done 
it before and I'll be very nervous and besides all the famous models are 
very slender like Jill and besides..." 

"Will you listen to that girl," commented Clint caustically. "She's 
terrified out of her mind." 

"I am not terrified!" Nina flared. 

"No, of course you're not, honey," said Frank gently. "Clint is just kidding 
and these shots are just for fun. Why don't you sit over there near that big 
rock. Here, I'll fix your hair." 

Nina obeyed, unhappily, fearing what she knew was coming next. Frank took a 
leisurely series of photographs of her in various poses, and gradually she 
felt her nervousness disappearing, although she continued to wonder what she 
ought to do or say if Frank asked her to undress. 

"That's good! Great!" Frank caUed out after he had completed a roll of film. 
Clint, who had been standing by nonchalantly sucking on a bottle of beer, 
walked to his partner's side. 

"This girl is terrific, Frank. She's a natural. Let me get my camera out." 

"Yeah, let's do a series. They'd be fun to have around." 

"You're not going to send these to a publisher, are you?" Nina asked 
nervously as Frank approached her. 

"Of course not. These are just for our photograph album. Now I'm going to 
pose you and Clmtll take the pictures. Kneel down and bend forward like 
this." Frank's hands guided her into position as she leaned forward, he 
un-snapped her shoulder straps. As a result, her firm, heavily rounded young 
breasts nearly tumbled free and she was about to object when Clint called, 
"Hold it." and snapped a picture. Frank altered her position slightly and 
stepped back to allow Clint to shoot several more times. 

Finally, he stepped up behind, without asking permission, and unsnapped the 
bra, pulling it off and tossing it on the sand a few feet away. 

"No, Frank, that's too much." she protested, trying to cover her completely 
naked breasts with her hands. 

"That's good, hold it just like that." called Clint again, and he took 
several shots of her covering her nipples with her fingers. Nina told 
herself, she could feel that her nipples were, without her conscious 
approval, stimulated and protruding. At the same time, she could sense a 
tiny tingling sensation growing down between her thighs. 

Next, they photographed her lying face up on the sand, her arms 
outstretched, having persuaded her to expose her breasts, nipples and all, 
to the eye of the camera. As she surrendered herself to the hot sand, Nina 
tried to fight back the rising level of sensuality within her. Her dark 
brown nipples seemed ready to explode from her breasts and she could feel 
the juices of sexual excitement inside her vagina already flowing, wetting 
the thin, filmy crotch-band of her bikini running between her legs. 

After changing film another time, Frank positioned Clint only a few feet 
away with the portrait camera. Jill had finished the preparations for lunch 
and was standing behind her lover, smiling encouragingly at Nina. Frank came 
and stood over her as she lay stretched on the sand in a position of utter 
abandon, knowing that Clint - who had been a total stranger only a few weeks 
before - was memorizing every detail of her almost-naked body. 

"Are you ready?" Frank asked soberly, looking down at her. She nodded 
dumbly, knowing what he meant, and lifted her buttocks off the sand to allow 
him to pull the brief flimsy panties down over her knees and off her legs. 
She was naked, totally exposed in front of three other people, she, Nina 
Powers, and the shame and excitement battled each other in her tortured 
mind. 

Frank squatted beside her, his hand resting - casually on the throbbing 
mound of her flaxen-like vaginal hair. 

"I want to do some shots of your body, Nina," he told her, his voice 
sounding very indistinct and far away. "You have a lovely body and these 
photographs - if Clint and I handle them properly - will be real works of 
art. No one will ever see them but us, so relax your muscles and let us pose 
you. Pretend you are part of the sand or a stone or a piece of drift wood." 

As Frank spoke, he was gently manipulating the softly yielding mound of 
hair-fringed flesh between her legs, even going so far as to tease his 
middle finger inside the pink moist lips of her vagina. 

"Frank . . . don't touch me like that ... in front of the others . . ." she 
stammered, and in spite of her embarrassment, feehng the sexual excitement 
tingling deep down in her naked loins. 

"Darling," continued Frank in a deep serious hypnotist's voice. "You have an 
expression on your face when we make love which is better than the Mona 
Lisa. That's the look I want to capture on film. Surrender yourself." 

Nina relaxed, the power to resist flowing out of her trembling body. The 
puritanical New England voice was crying out in the back of her mind that 
this was depraved and obscene, but she could not find the strength to 
object, or stand up and run away, so long as Frank's hands continued busily 
probing the soft moist flesh of her nakedly exposed pussy lips. 

Baked and bathed by the heat of the sun and the soft warmness of the sand, 
she lay almost in a drugged state, hearing Frank and Clint exchange 
technical comments on light readings and camera angles. She listened to 
Jill's voice, excited but subdued, saying that the photographs would be 
beautiful, and she listened to the click of the camera as the two 
photographers worked methodically at their craft. 

"We're finished now, Nina," Frank told her gently after awhile. "Let me help 
you onto the blanket, darling." 

A vague idea that she ought to dress if the shooting was finished formed in 
Nina's mind, but she moved unresistingly as they led her a few feet to the 
soft cotton bedspread they had brought from the apartment. Jill, still 
naked, was perched on the hlanket, smiling brightly, and Clint was sitting 
beside her, his hands exploring the brown-haired girl's body. As she watched 
Frank stand over her and strip away his bathing suit, she noticed how white 
his flanks and buttocks were and wondered vaguely if he ought not apply some 
suntan oil to avoid a burn. It was the last coherent thought she was to have 
for an hour. 

Frank dropped his body down on top of her, closed his mouth hungrily over 
one of her tense, swollen nipples and began sucking gently. As he tormented 
her trembling breasts, his hands stroked the firm white flesh of her belly 
and thighs. Out of the corner of one half-closed eye, she coue see that 
Glint had also stripped and was lying on his back on the blanket while Jill 
sat astride him, noisily kissing his chest. 

My God, this is an orgy, she thought. Frank is going to do it to me, right 
here in front of them and they're doing it too! She wanted desperately to 
ask Frank if they could be by themselves, perhaps behind the car, but the 
thought quickly faded from her mind as her lover began moving his lips from 
one nipple to the other, running his tongue wetly across the valley of 
tender flesh between the two goosebump covered mounds. 

Then, Frank moved his mouth away from her nipples, sliding over the softness 
of her stomach, pausing a moment to torment her navel with the tip of his 
tongue and bringing a new groan of pleasure from her lips. As he shifted his 
attention to the softly hair-sprinkled mound of her vagina, he reversed the 
direction of his body so that his head was level with her soft moist crotch 
and his hips lay along side of her head. 

Nina felt her thighs being spread gently apart and she realized that she no 
longer possessed the will power to resist. She gasped for breath as Frank 
placed one hand directly on her rapidly moistening cunt and began to 
teas-ingly spread the thin pink lips of her vagina, tickling her sensitive 
clitoris as he probed. The fresh sea breeze penetrated all the way up to her 
open womb as Frank dropped his head and took the tender bud of her clitoris 
between his lips, exciting it rapidly into throbbing hardness. 

As much as she tried, Nina could not stop her hips from rotating, grinding 
into the soft pure sand beneath the blanket, and when Frank shifted his lips 
from her clitoris and wormed his tongue suddenly into the open mouth of her 
sensitively trembling vagina, she cried aloud with the maddening pleasure. 

Turning her head, she suddenly realized that her boyfriend's massively 
swollen penis was lying only a few inches from her lips. Without realizing 
what she was doing or why, she accepted the throbbing hardness in her hands 
and began massaging it gently. The urge to lass it suddenly shot into her 
tormented, dazed brain, but here her puritanical upbringing was strong 
enough to resist such an obscene, depraved temptation. She closed her eyes 
tightly and turned her head away, without releasing his turgidly pulsating 
cock from her hands. 

"Ooooooooooh." came a long groan from her throat. "Do that, Frank. Keep 
doing it, my darling." She voluntarily this time spread her legs further 
apart to grant him as much access to her intimacy as possible and Frank, 
taking the firmly rounded mounds of her whitely trembling buttocks with both 
his hands, forced the soft fleshy crevice between her thighs even farther 
open, exposing the tiny puckered circle of her anus. As her small whimpering 
grunts of pleasure reached his ears, he bent even further between her legs 
and flicked teasingly at the tightly clenched lips with his tongue. Nina's 
scream echoed against the cliffs and brought lewd little chuckles from Clint 
and Jill, occupied as they were with their own amusements. 

Frank then moistened his fingers with the warm wet liquids flowing from her 
vagina and slowly worked his index finger into her anus, at the same time 
returning his lips to her stiffly throbbing little clitoris. 

"Oooooh, that hurts, darling." She heard herself groan helplessly against 
her passion. But Frank, ignoring her pleas, moved his finger in - further, 
rotating it slightly to widen the tiny unstretched passage. Nina wanted 
desperately to ask him to stop, but she was inhibited by the presence of 
Jill and Clint, still wrestling on the blanket only inches away from them. 
Frank, in the meantime, doubled the intensity of his attack, sucking 
vigorously on her tiny, excitedly jerking clitoris and twisting his finger 
in ever-widening circles in her rectum, spreading the tight rubbery passage 
wider and wider. 

Her bodv was a confused mass of pain and intense pleasure and she soon found 
it difficult to distinguish between them. Now she began to lose the last 
remaining bit of control over her body and masochistically desired to be 
hurt, to be humiliated, to be impaled. Nothing mattered now except the twin 
sensations coming from her finger and tongue filled anus and vagina and she 
screwed her body downwards, trying to force Frank's finger further into her 
rectum and his tongue higher into her now greedily grasping cunt. 

"Do it harder, oh Frank, go in further!" she pleaded. "Suck me! Hurt me! 
Harder!" 

Frank worked with renewed energy as her faint, bird-like cries told him that 
she was nearly ready to cum. Her body twitched and thrashed wildly as he 
lashed at her with tongue and fingers, the double impalement sending shock 
waves of pleasure into every part of her lust-crazed body. 

Taking advantage of the gradual loosening of her anus, Frank inserted a 
second finger and quickened his licking of her openly fluttering vagina. He 
could feel her belly rising and falling in quick-time and her thighs began 
to twitch spasmodically as Nina rolled her head wildly from side to side, 
never losing her grip on his lustfully throbbing cock. 

As her thighs flexed and relaxed spastically, the pressure of Nina's fingers 
on Frank's straining cock increased and she seemed to be milking it for dear 
life, the red bulging tip only inches from her open mouth. Frank realized he 
was close to orgasm himself and worked like a madman to bring her with him. 
Her breasts heaved wildly and from the depths of her throat came a low 
guttural growl, more like the sound of an animal than a human being. Her 
face was contorted, lips drawing back up over her teeth and her eyes rolled 
in her head. As she felt the orgasm beginning deep down in her wildly 
churning belly and gathering force in her tongue-filled vagina as she 
suddenly lunged forward in a desperate attempt to force his almost exploding 
cock between her suddenly eagerly ovaled lips. But the added pressure on his 
penis was too much for Frank and as Nina screamed with the fury of her 
orgasm, she felt the warm white cum from Frank's wildly jerking cock 
splatter hotly into her anguished face. 

As her own cries were echoing off the nearby cliffs, Nina suddenly became 
aware of Jill and Clint, beside them on the blanket. Clint was still lying 
on his back and Jill sat astride him, impaled on his long, thickly pistoning 
penis. Nina watched as Jill suddenly seemed to crumple, as if she had been 
struck, gasping and groaning and clutching at her breasts. Moaning with 
ecstasy, she landed on top of Nina, Clint's penis still embedded far up in 
her tightly locked vagina. Exhausted, the four of them lay for a long time 
without moving, their arms and legs entwined, until the sun became too 
fierce and they were driven into the water to wash away the sweat and 
expended sperm and cool their desire-drained bodies. 

Chapter Five 

It is amazing, thought Nina, how well one can see with the red light after 
the eyes become adjusted. She pulled the last of the photographs out from 
under the enlarger and placed the photographic paper into the developer 
tank, studying it carefully by the light of the crimson safety bulb. Bit by 
bit, the main features of the picture began to emerge and fill in. The 
photograph showed Jill, sitting naked on the rock, and even Nina was forced 
to admit that it was beautiful work. In fact, the whole series of 
photographs was highly professional and extremely attractive without being 
vulgar in the slightest. She had always believed that Frank had the talent 
to be a great photographer, but it. was re-assuring to see the proof before 
her very eyes. If he could handle a motion picture camera as well as a 
portrait camera, his success was assured. 

When the print of Jill had reached the proper level of darkness, Nina 
transferred it to a tray of highly diluted acetic acid, a chemical which 
halted all development. The photograph floated in the acid for thirty 
seconds and then Nina carefully moved it to the "Fixer" tray where the image 
on the paper would be made permanent and no longer sensitive to light. While 
she waited for the fixer to have its full effect, Nina glanced over the 
other photographs, now on the drying table, which had been taken on that 
memorable day at the beach. 

Pleased and happy as she was over the pictures of Jill, Nina could not 
decide how she felt about the photos Frank had taken of her. There was no 
question that her body had come out beautifully. Using a sensitive film and 
a careful development process, the two cameramen had produced a strange 
almost-unreal series of shots, showing a woman who was obviously in ecstasy. 
Every fold and curve of her body was faithfully reproduced and the 
combination of sand and skin had produced an absorbing study in textures and 
contrasts. The artistic quality of the work was undeniable. 

On the other hand, thought Nina, I can't forget the fact that this woman is 
me, and not some professional model. And damn it, it's a picture of me stark 
naked! And not only naked, but with everything I own showing! If my parents 
ever saw this picture, they'd never speak to me again. If it fell into the 
wrong hands, I could be blackmailed. We went too far that day! We went too 
far with the pictures and too far afterwards as well! 

Suddenly she felt a blush covering her cheeks, even in the privacy of the 
darkened laboratory, as she recalled the events of the day on the beach. To 
think that she had allowed Frank to strip her in public like a common 
prostitute, to put his hands on her nakedly exposed vagina while the others 
watched, to whip her into a frenzy of passion, to take pictures of her in 
that awful depraved way with Clint and Jill only inches from them. They had 
gone too far and she had told them so on the way home. They had broken every 
moral law and it made no difference how beautiful the photographs were! 

She remembered the sullen, silent way Frank had sat behind the wheel as she 
had tongue-lashed him on the return trip. He had not replied or defended 
himself, nor had Clint answered the charges she had hurled at them. Only 
poor foolish Jill had tried to object that it had been fun, and Nina had cut 
the slender brown-haired girl down with a superior sneer. 

That evening she had decided not to remain overnight at the house and had 
returned to her apartment near the University. She had no intention of 
breaking off contact with the group, but she felt she had to demonstrate in 
some way that she was not a doll they could play with as they pleased. She 
had already surrendered enough! Her girlhood dream of walking down the aisle 
to her marriage as a pure virgin was now shattered forever. Alright, she 
would be a modern girl and sleep with her fiance before they were married. 
The idea had gone down hard but she had accepted that much. But no more 
perversions! No more nude photographs. No more making love in groups! Enough 
of this blatant immorality! A girl who forgot all of her religious training 
was lost, doomed. A person had to have some standards and stick to them! 

Since that day, she had presented herself each morning at the house and they 
had all worked together through the afternoon, making the last preparations 
for the opening of their studio. But she had continued to return to her 
chaste bachelor-girl apartment at night. Frank had not complained and she 
had observed that they all seemed to be behaving very courteously towards 
her in the last few days. 

However, studying the photographs of herself, she detected the usual tickle 
of sexual excitement beginning in her loins. How debased, she thought, to 
get aroused by looking at a naked picture of yourself! Where would all this 
lead? 

The last photograph had soaked the necessary three minutes in the fix and 
Nina snapped on the regular lights. She had become a very competent 
laboratory technician imder Clint's expert instruction and she was pleased 
at the quality of the work she was turning out and proud that they had 
entrusted to her the job of preparing a second set of photographs for 
presentation to various editors. 

Perhaps I'll spend the night here at the house, she thought, dumping the 
last ten photographs into a tank of running water to be washed. Poor Frank 
looks like he's beginning to suffer and I'm beginning to suffer too, but 
before we pick up where we left off, we'll have a talk and settle some of 
these sex problems. 

She glanced at her watch and saw that it was still early in the morning. 
Clint had gotten up several hours before and gone out with samples of the 
pictures of Jill to see a publisher. Frank, as far as she knew, was still 
sleeping, since he had stayed up late the night before working on a tripod 
for one of his motion picture cameras. When Nina had come in that morning 
and decided to work in the darkroom, Jill had been cleaning in the kitchen, 
wearing her usual work uniform, a pair of cotton panties. 

Since she had heard no footsteps in quite awhile, Nina concluded that the 
situation in the household was unchanged and she deeided to clean up the 
darkroom. Clint, had stressed the importance of developing pictures in a 
tidy, dust-free environment and the laboratory was already becoming 
littered. 

She attacked a cardboard box full of prints and negatives which the two men 
had brought back from Vietnam, having decided it would be helpful to sort 
out the photographs and catalogue them for future use. She extracted a brown 
manila envelope from the top and spilled the prints out on the work table. 

She gasped for breath as she suddenly saw what they were. A collection of 
obscene pictures! Her first impulse was to rush them to the garbage pail and 
set them on fire, but curiosity overcame her and almost against her will, 
she found herself leafing through the filthy obscene collection. They showed 
an oriental couple, both quite obviously enjoying their work, making love in 
every conceivable position. Nina had never seen such depraved photography 
before and was doubly shocked by her suspicion that this was Frank's camera 
technique. 

One photo in particular held her in dreadful fascination. It showed the 
oriental woman's face and her mouth was straining around a penis so large it 
seemed to occupy most of the photograph. Nina had once heard that there were 
women who did this to men, prostitutes mostly, and with a shock she 
remembered her own desperate but unsuccessful lunge at Frank's quivering 
cock that day at the beach. Thank God she was spared that at least! So this 
is what it looked like! Cocksucking, they called it, the most degenerate 
obscene practice she had ever heard of. 

A second photo upset her even more. It showed the oriental man standing 
naked but holding a drink and a cigarette. At his feet knelt the delicate 
oriental woman, her lips embracing the man's enormously hard penis. Nina's 
anger was increasing by the minute as she thumbed through one filthy picture 
after another. So this was the noble artistic kind of work Frank and Clint 
did! The pictures at the beach were only a start! The next thing she knew 
they would be drugging her or tricking her into posing for this degenerate 
trash. Well, they had a surprise coming and it was coming fast. Snatching up 
a handful of the photographs she marched out of the laboratory, determined 
to awaken Frank and confront him with this horrid business. 

She paused at the door of his bedroom, alerted by a strange noise from 
within. Some instinct told her to look first before making her presence 
known and she peered quietly around the half-opened door. What she saw 
caused her to freeze in her tracks with horror and shock. 

There, stretched out naked on the bed and lying on her back, was Jill. 
Poised over her, his knees on either side of her waist, was Frank, and the 
two of them were looking at each other and grinning, far too occupied with 
their game to notice Nina hidden behind the door. Frank's thickly hardened 
cock stood straight out from his groin and he was teasing Jill's nipples 
with it, moving it from one to the other. His hand was extended behind him, 
his fingers buried deep in her moist, flowing vagina. Jill's body was 
jerking as he massaged the delicate walls of her cunt and she was bobbing 
her head up and down in playful attempts to capture his penis with her 
mouth. Smiling sadistically, Frank took his cock in his free hand and pulled 
back the foreskin as far as it would go. Jill's mouth was ovaled wide in 
preparation for his entry and her tongue darted in and out hungrily as Frank 
leaned forward, bringing his massive organ in contact with the frail girl's 
lips. Jill licked desirously at the tiny slit in the head of his penis, 
straining forward and trying to coax him to put it all in her open mouth. 

Then Nina caught her breath as Frank plunged forward on top of Jill, driving 
his thick turgid cock deep into her gratefully accepting lips It looked 
certain to Nina that the brownhaired girl would choke on the massive organ, 
but instead she sucked on it happily, pulling on it with all the strength in 
her lips. Jill's eyes seemed glazed, as if she were drugged or drunk, as she 
was quite obviously in a state of intense sexual excitement. Jill's hands 
held Frank firmly by the buttocks and she was pulling him further and 
further into her throat and urging him on to faster and harder strokes as he 
lewdly fucked her mouth. 

Nina was frozen in place behind the door, incapable of moving away or of 
interrupting them. Her brain told her to flee, to go away from this sinful 
decadent group and never to see any of them agian, but her feet refused to 
move and she realized that her body was beginning once again to betray her. 
Her nipples were aching cruelly and she detected the now all too familiar 
sensation of the flowing of juices in her vagina, a sure sign that she was 
finding even this depraved scene intensely arousing, despite her stringent 
moral beliefs. 

Her eyes glued to the obscenely locked couple on the bed, Nina watched as 
Jill sucked her fiancee like a madwoman and she listened to the sound of 
Frank's balls slapping heavily against Jill's chin with every forward 
stroke. She was so absorbed in the lewd spectacle, that she failed to hear 
Clint ascending the stairs, having returned from his visit to a publisher. 
Suddenly she felt his arm encircle her wiast and she found the ex-sergeant 
standing behind her and looking over her shoulder at the shameful scene 
before them. Nina had a moment of panic, fearing that the tough muscular 
photographer would fly into a rage at the sight of his mistress with another 
man. Instead, he smiled sadistically and put a finger to his lips, 
signalling her to make no sound. His arm still around her waist, he pulled 
her carefully away from the door and walked her back down the stairs towards 
the darkroom. 

"Playing the spy, eh Nina?" he snapped at her harshly. "Why didn't you join 
them if you were so interested? Hey, what are those pictures?" 

Clint removed the pictures from her hands and walked into the darkroom, 
chuckling as he sorted through the series. Nina followed him, her face 
darkened with anger. 

"Ah yes, I remember the day we took these," he reminisced. "That girl had a 
magic mouth and she loved sucking a cock more than a kid likes eating ice 
cream cones. We did a whole film sequence on her as well, and after we shot 
these stills, she insisted on doing Frank and me both. She must have had a 
quart of cum in her before we finished." 

"What are you saying?" demanded Nina in cold fury. "Why were these filthy 
dirty horrible pictures taken?" 

"To sell, primarily," Clint continued in the same calm tone of voice. "But 
also because we enjoyed taking them. The Vietnamese couple had the time of 
their lives and really needed the money. So everybody was happy. That is, 
everybody but you." 

"Happy? How could I be happy? You saw what was going on in that room!" 

"So I did. Looked like they were enjoying themselves, didn't it? I've got 
half a mind to join them after I've had my coffee. Or perhaps we can make it 
a foursome?" 

"Not me! Not me!" Nina cried, tears coming to her eyes. "You've done a great 
job of corrupting Frank but you're not doing the same thing to me!" 

Nina's anger was losing its force in the face of Clint's breezy 
self-confident coolness. 

"Corrupt him? Listen Nina, when Frank joined my unit in Vietnam, he was a 
tangled mass of tensions. He felt guilty everytime he looked at a girl. 
Imagine, a twenty-four year old man still bothered by those little-boy 
problems! I didn't corrupt Frank. He just realized that we are living in the 
twentieth century and not the eighteenth. There's no reason for people to go 
around all bottled up like that." 

"And you're letting him do that to Jill?" Nina demanded, some of the fury 
going out of her as Clint destroyed her arguments one by one. 

"Why not? He isn't going to wear anything out and he sure as hell isn't 
going to get her pregnant pumping it into her from that end." 

The cradeness of his reply brought a scarlet blush to Nina's cheeks. 

"Well I think it's utterly and thoroughly disgusting!" she exclaimed. 

"No, lovely, I somehow don't think that you do. I think you want to try it 
but don't have the courage to admit it even to yourself." 

"How can you say such a thing!" she choked, her body trembling with emotion 
and tears of frustrated rage on her cheeks. 

"Because I've seen a lot of women in my day. Some of them were really 
disgusted and some of them were so hot they were ready to catch on fire but 
managed to convince themselves they were disgusted. Now take you, for 
example ..." 

With a slow confident movement, Clint reached up and cupped one of Nina's 
breasts in his hand. 

"Don't touch me," she quivered, recoiling back against a laboratory table. 

"Why not?" inquired Clint, a mocking glint in his eye, "I'd say Frank was 
touching Jill and getting away with it. Don't you believe that turn-about's 
fair play?" 

"Frank must have your permission to go to bed with Jill or he'd never do 
it!" Nina insisted, defending her lover, even under these strange 
conditions. 

"Frank does have my permission," continued Clint, pulling her to him and 
exploring her body with his hands. "And do you know what else? I have his 
permission to do whatever I want with you. I've been waiting patiently for 
you to loosen up." 

"Oh, Clint, I'm so confused. This whole sordid business is turning my world 
upside down." 

"I know it is, Nina," the ex-sergeant answered, a little kindness coming 
into his voice for the first time. He pulled her tighter into his arms. "But 
everybody has to grow up sooner or later. Frank did his growing up in 
Vietnam and now you've got to grow up real fast yourself or you're going to 
lose him." 

"What do you mean, lose him?" cried the tormented girl. "From what I just 
saw, I'd say he was already gone!" 

"Not at all, little girl. You don't understand even yet. Jill and Frank and 
I are all very close friends, and close friends share what they have, in 
this case, their bodies. And if you're going to be a part of our group, 
you've got to share too. And if you won't share you're going to be outside 
the circle. Can't you read the handwriting on the wall??" 

As he spoke, Clint continued to caress her body as if they were old familiar 
lovers. Disgusted and humiliated as she was by what the three of them were 
subjecting her to, Nina found to her horror that her body was traitorously 
reacting to these strokes from this virtual stranger. 

"But . . . there are some things I just can't do," she cried. "Even if I 
wanted to, I couldn't make myself do what Jill was doing to Frank." 

"Oh, really?" retorted the former soldier, a little bitterness in his voice. 
"Is your sweet little virginal mouth that precious? Billions of women for 
thousands of years have been blowing men and enjoying it, but Uppity Miss 
Nina Powers cannot, because she comes from New England and proper New 
England girls do not indulge in these practices that are beneath their 
precious dignity." 

"I can't, I tell you," she wailed, miserable and embarrassed. 

"Yes you can, Nina, baby," Clint snapped, stepping away from her abruptly. 
"Ill demonstrate precisely how easy it is. Strip, you little bitch! I'm 
going to fill that precious little throat of yours full of good old 
fashioned dignity!" 

"What? Here? Oh Clint..." she faltered. 

Take off your clothes or I'll rip them off you," snarled the photographer, 
speaking through clenched teeth. "How long do you think we can put up with 
this Miss Goody-goody act? You're so fucking hot and bothered right now you 
can hardly stand up. Are you taking those clothes off or do I start 
ripping?" 

Her eyes blinded by tears, Nina fumbled with the buttons on the laboratory 
smock she was wearing over nothing but a sheer pair of panties and her 
brassiere. It seemed impossible to disobey him at this point and her hands 
trembled as she unfastened the bra and let it fall to the floor next to the 
smock. Moving like a zombie, she slipped the soft silken panties down over 
the curves of her hips to her ankles below and stepped free of them, her 
will to resist now destroyed. Naked, she faced him, feeling like a slave 
awaiting her orders. 

"On your knees," he hissed and Nina felt his hands on her shoulders, forcing 
her down on top of her discarded clothing. 

"Open my pants and take it out," he commanded next and Nina watched in 
amazement as her hands, apparently acting of their own accord, reached up 
and undid the zipper on his trousers, loosening the belt and sliding his 
pants down to the floor. She lowered his shorts, easing them over the turgid 
hardness of his cock and gasped as it quickly sprang to life, a few inches 
from her lips. She felt Clint's hands in her hair as she moved the massive 
red-tipped penis closer. He began tormenting her face with it, touching her 
cheeks and eyelids with the smooth rubbery head, leaving tiny trails of his 
seeping pre-cum glistening wetlv on the smoothness of her facial skin. 

"Open your mouth, baby," he ordered. "Do I have to tell you everything?" 

She obeyed, ovaling it slightly as she had seen Jill and the girl in the 
pictures doing it, as he stood staring down at her as if from a great 
height. 

"Now put it in your mouth. That's right. Now suck, baby, suck." 

Raising her hands, Nina took hold of the gigantic pulsating length and 
guided it hypnotically to her lips. In her conscious mind she had no idea of 
what to do, but half-crazed as she was by a combination of lust and fear of 
the older man, her instincts took over and guided her. She found herself 
nibbling gently on the bulbous red tip of Clint's uncircumsized penis while 
her hands stroked the length of his hardness and played with his sperm-heavy 
balls. The debased, depraved sensuality of what she was doing excited her 
even more and although there were tears streaming down her cheeks, she urged 
him further into her mouth, pulling on him with her hands still entwined in 
her hair, established a steady back and forth motion as he eagerly fucked 
her virginal young mouth, exciting himself by watching his long thick cock 
sliding in and out between the young girl's tightly locked lips. He could 
feel his sperm-filled balls slapping obscenely against her tender smooth 
chin as he ground his pelvis harder into her uplifted face. Clint was 
enjoying her ultimate debasement and humiliation, but sincerely believed 
that this would ultimately be good for her and good for Frank. 

She's a nice girl, really, he thought as he looked down on her glistening, 
Upstiek-rimmed lips sucking on his reluctantly hardened cock. 

She was just a little slow getting started, but ... at the same time he 
thought he could detect a slight quickening of the intensity of her tongue 
licking wetly now beneath the fully swollen head of his penis. 

Clint's cock seemed to have doubled again in size since she had first let it 
slide past her lips and the saliva from her widely opened mouth drooled down 
over her chin. Clint was increasing the pressure now and remembering her 
boyfriend, Frank, and the girl in the other room, she drew him into her as 
far as she could, suddenly masochistically possessed by the desire to punish 
Frank and give it. to his friend like he had never had it before in his 
life. 

She wanted to drain him of every drop of his sperm, make him scream with 
passion and let her fiance hear him groan as he shot his load of cum into 
the tender virginal cavity of her throat. 

Clint, fucking into her mouth from above, was conscious now of her increased 
efforts and he re-doubled the speed of his stroke, thrusting his thick 
glistening cock deeper and deeper into her throat, bringing his pelvis close 
to her face and then pulling away from her to thrust forward again. He 
shifted his hands from her hair to her cheeks, pressing inward with the tips 
of his fingers to increase the pressure on his throbbing cock. 

She knew he was close to Gumming when he gripped her head again between his 
palms and uttered a long savage groan. His penis seemed to expand for one 
last frantic effort. She choked and sputtered as his hot jetting cum shot in 
a powerful, almost endless stream into the back of her throat. He held her 
head in his vice-like grip as he emptied himself completely into her once 
proud little mouth and she continued to suck and nibble hungrily at his 
slowly-deflating cock, swallowing desperately at the warm strange-tasing cum 
until finally, against her will this time, it slipped entirely out from 
between her sperm-covered lips, leaving only a thin, string-like trickle of 
whiteness still connecting them. Her throat continued to swallow the remains 
of the white creamy liquid his wildly jerking cock had poured down into her 
greedily accepting stomach. 

As Clint stepped back, Nina sank exhausted, full-length onto the floor of 
the darkroom, utterly spent and drained from the degrading, but somehow 
lust-inciting, experience. She heard a movement of footsteps at the door and 
the sound of a whispered conversation between Frank and Clint. She looked up 
to find her fiance kneeling over her. 

"Everything's all right now, honey," he reassured her tenderly, kissing her 
directly on her sperm-glistening lips. "Come up to bed now. And welcome to 
the group!" 

Chapter Six 

As the two photographers approached the Barton Building, Frank noticed his 
own nervousness, feeling an uneasy restless sensation in the pit of his 
stomach, and he wished that they had stopped for a quick drink before 
encountering the man they had come to meet. Clint, on the other hand, 
managed to maintain his usual breezy self-confidence. 

"Are you scared, kid?" he demanded as the two of them mounted the steps of 
the impressive building. "You look a little green around the gills." 

"Clint, you mean we are actually going to meet the guy who owns this 
building? I can't believe it." 

"Not to worry," replied Clint. "I sold some shots to Bart for his personal 
collection when he visited Saigon last year. And he told me then that I 
should come and see him if I ever got anything he could use in his magazine. 
It's hard to believe, but when I called him the other day, he remembered who 
I was and told his secretary to give us an appointment. By the way, he likes 
to be called 'Bart' and not 'Mister Barton'. Part of his image, I guess, but 
the guy really is friendly." 

"And he made all of his money from that magazine?" inquired Frank, as they 
climbed the long marble steps to the front door. 

"Not by a long shot! The magazine only started five years ago and he was 
already a success from his motion pictures.. When it comes to skin flicks, 
Bart is number one in the business and always has been. But it was the 
magazine that made him his first million." 

The two friends passed through the glass doors into a carpeted spacious 
lobby. Behind a splendid chestnut desk sat what Frank decided was the 
best-looking receptionist in captivity, a tall striking blonde with a 
classical face and figure. She flashed them a friendly smile and the two men 
identified themselves. 

"Yes, Mr. Barton is expecting you. Could you take the elevator to the fourth 
floor, please?" 

The interior of the elevator was decorated with photographs from Barton's 
magazine, most of them saucy, scantily-clad girls whose faces and bodies 
Frank remembered from copies of previous editions. The office on the fourth 
floor was a typical editorial room in many respects, with drafting boards, 
filing cabinets and editorial assistants running from desk to desk with long 
galley sheets and stacks of photographs. 

But unlike the staff of a typical magazine, most of Barton's employees were 
girls, mostly under thirty, and one was. more glamorous than the next. 

"This guy has a rough life," muttered Clint under his breath. 

They were intercepted by Barton's private secretary, a willowy luscious 
redhead wearing a see-through blouse and a practically non-existent bra. 

"Bart will see you in his office," she informed them, welcoming the two 
visitors with a warm smile. "Will you come this way?" 

"Ill cum anyway you want, honey," responded Clint, ignoring Frank's warning 
glance. But the secretary merely giggled and led them into Barton's office. 

The master of the Barton empire was a short, bald-headed man in his early 
fifties, and as he circled his desk to shake hands with the two younger men, 
Frank could see clearly that he was a human dynamo type of man who would be 
planning new projects and chasing skirts until the day he died. Like most 
successful businessmen, Barton possessed an outgoing, friendly personality 
and he quickly put Frank and Clint at their ease, "Grab a chair, gents, and 
let's hear what's on your minds. Clint, let me see now, it's been a year 
since we've seen each other. Glad to know that you got out of Vietnam in one 
piece." 

"Thanks, Bart," replied Cpint easily. "Did you hear about our award for the 
best documentary of the year?" 

"I did indeed although I never got a chance to see it. A friend of mine 
caught it at a film makers' convention last winter and said that it was the 
sexiest documentary the Army ever produced. He was wondering how you got it 
by the military censor. My congratulations!" 

"Thanks. I did the film processing and special effects, but the real credit 
goes to my colleague, Frank, who directed the sequences and ran the camera." 

"Where'd you work before the Army got you, Frank?" asked Barton with genuine 
interest. "Out on the West Coast?" 

"Nowhere, Mr. Barton," replied Frank, a little embarrassed. "That is, 
nowhere in films. I worked in my father's junkyard and studied film making 
at night." 

"Tremendous! Sounds like you should be working for me. By the way, the name 
s Bart. Listen, what are you boys doing now that you're out of the Army?" 

"We're setting up our own studio," Clint explained. "And we want to do some 
independent films. But we took some stills the other day that you might be 
able to use in the magazine. Like to take a look?" 

"Always happy to see some new material. I've been going out of my mind 
trying to find some decent stuff these days. My photographers all seem to 
have gone cross-eyed and the models all look like Grandma Moses." 

Frank placed the two manila envelopes on Barton's desk, and extracted the 
photographs of Jill. Bart thumbed through them carefully, nodding and 
dividing them up into several piles as he sorted. 

"That's good ... I like that... too much light here, I'm afraid . . . hmm, I 
like that pose . . . good-looking model . . ." he commented. "You want to 
watch one thing, boys. Pussy hair is now okay as far as the law is concerned 
and we've been publishing it for almost a year, but you shouldn't be able to 
see the cunt mouth. We'd get an obscenity suit if we ran something like 
that. Next year maybe, but this country is still not Denmark. But these are 
fine pictures and we can crop the ones that show too much. I think I can 
use'm. What else have you got?" 

With a feeling of pride, Frank opened the second envelope and carefully 
withdrew the pictures they had taken of Nina. 

"Jesus Christ! Who's this hot little piece?" exclaimed the publisher. "This 
is the best stuff I've seen in a long time!" 

"It's my girlfriend, Nina." Frank explained. "This is the first time she's 
ever posed for professional work." 

"She's outstanding," enthused Barton as he studied the photography intently. 
"First, the camera work is perfect and very subtle. But then, with a model 
like this you could hardly go too far wrong. Clint, have you fooled around 
with these photos or does she really look like this?" 

"Honest to God, Bart," Clint vowed. "All we did was take the pictures and 
develop them. That's what she really looks like. And she wants to be a 
school teacher." 

"She'd be wasting her time. I'd put her on my payroll immediately if I 
thought I could get her away from Frank. And so would anyone else in his 
right mind. Listen, I can use all of this, if you're willing to sell. You 
know I pay the best rates in town." 

"That's fine," agreed Clint. "Remember to give us a good by-line as the 
photographers." 

'TH do better than that. I'm going to have my copy department do a brief 
story on the two of you to go with the pictures, saying how you're a couple 
of young combat photographers trying to make a go as independent motion 
picture makers. A lot of our readers are military and they like to read 
about this kind of thing. Now, tell me, what are your plans for the 
immediate future?" 

"Well," said Frank. "They're a little vague at the moment. Our studio is 
almost ready and we thought we'd try to do a few advertising shorts to build 
up some kind of a reputation in the business. Eventually we'd like to do 
some feature-length films, but that takes cash and we haven't got it at the 
moment." 

"It takes more than cash," interrupted Barton. "It takes equipment." 

"Courtesy of the United States Army," explained Clint with a smile. "We find 
ourselves adequately provided with equipment. Don't ask me how." 

"I won't," laughed Barton, "because I couldn't bear to see an ex-sergeant 
blush. But listen, seriously, maybe we can work something out. Have you got 
that girl under a contract of some kind?" 

"Well, she and I are going to get married as soon as we get our feet on the 
ground," answered Frank. "I don't think we need a contract. Why?" 

"Because if you did a film - or rather if we did a film - with Nina as the 
female lead, we'd be half way home. I'm thinking about some kind of 
co-production. Ill want to direct, as usual, but you, Frank, could act as 
assistant director and cameraman. Clint here could handle the lights, 
extras, sound and film processing with a couple of my people to assist. As 
long as I get a certain amount of control over what goes on, I might be 
willing to gamble a little dough on a joint venture." 

"Might?" inquired Clint. 

"Might, if Nina playing the lead is part of the deal. With that upper-class 
face and fantastic body, we could make one hell of a fine picture." 

"A smoker?" Frank asked nervously. 

"Sure, what the hell else? Look, let me tell you something about the 
economics of the film industry. Out on the West Coast, you've got a half a 
dozen major companies making regular full-length feature films. They are 
either losing money hand over fist or so close to bankruptcy that the board 
of directors has a full-time ulcer specialist. Why? Okay, you spend four or 
five millions bucks on a big film and that's cutting a few corners here and 
there. It takes you about two years, as a minimum between the time your 
writers go to work on an idea and the time when it opens in the theatre 
around the corner. During that time, the public's taste may have changed 
completely and you could be left with a four million dollar white elephant 
that nobody wants. Your money is tied up for years and it's getting hard to 
find people who've got four million dollars they feel like risking on the 
drooping boobs of some has-been actress. If you're lucky, your profit could 
be five to ten percent on your investment," Barton paused to let his 
arguments sink in and to light a cigar. 

"On the other hand, take a smoker. You need about eight or nine weeks from 
start to finish. The public's taste in sex doesn't change that much and it 
ain't going to change at all in that short a time. It costs you fifty to 
seventy-five thousand to make and you can sell it for maybe twice that. 
Someone else worries about the distribution and your profit is tax-free. The 
distributor takes all the risks as far as the law is concerned because it's 
not illegal to make a smoker, just to show it. But even the distributor 
doesn't mind because with good legal help he never goes to jail and his 
profit is big enough to pay off a couple of cops and a fine once in awhile. 
Convinced?" 

"Convinced," admitted Clint. "Think we can get Nina to go along, Frank?" 

"It's a problem," confessed the younger man. "Nina's come a long way since 
we got back, but we'd have to handle it gently. She doesn't even know we're 
going to publish these pictures." 

"She'll blow her stack, but she's done that before and gotten over it," 
Clint commented. "You thought she'd never strip for the camera and she did. 
I think I know of a way we can get her to do the movie as well." 

"Do whatever you have to, Gents," insisted Barton, "but get her squared 
away. I'll put some writers to work on a story and we'll get together in 
about a week's time to sign the contract and think about the details. Now, 
how about a drink?" 

* * * 

My God, it's getting hot, thought Nina, as she paced through the empty house 
waiting for the others to return. Jill was off visiting with friends while 
Clint and Frank were meeting that important publisher, Barton, to discuss 
the sale of the photography they had taken. For part of the morning, Nina 
had successfully invented jobs to keep herself busy. She had written out 
checks for a few miscellaneous bills, dusted the office, and swept out all 
the bedrooms and picked up all of Jill's clothes and hung them in the 
closet. 

There was an unusual sensation in her stom- ach and legs, a feeling Nina 
could not precisely identify. She felt hot, slightly irritable, restless and 
generally out of sorts. Settling herself in a chair, she closed her eyes for 
a moment to relax and found that her mind was immediately filled with images 
of herself and Frank making love. So that was it! This was not a cold coming 
on, or the beginning of her period, but simple old-fashioned lustiness. She 
smiled, in the emptiness of the silent house, thinking of how much she had 
changed. A month ago, she had been as Clint had expressed it - Miss 
Goody-Goody. Now she was a bitch with hot pants who could barely make it 
through the day without having her desires satisfied. She was fully as bad 
as Jill, she was forced to admit, and maybe worse, since Jill was at least 
open and honest about her sexuality. 

Certainly the life they were leading was calculated to keep them all in a 
state of high sexual tension. Frank's physical needs were tremendous and he 
often made love to her three or four times a day. In facf, when their work 
was done and their evening meal eaten, the four of them had fallen into the 
habit of smoking marijuana to excite their lusts and then stripping to the 
skin for an "anything-goes" session before bed. 

So far, at least, something very deep and very feminine inside of her made 
it impossible for Nina to enjoy the sight of Frank screwing Jill. She had 
given up being jealous, but there was something about the idea which she 
still resent- ed. And this was quite unreasonable, she reminded herself, 
since she was enormously excited whenever Clint climbed on top of her and 
Frank watched him fucking her half silly. 

Where would all this lead? She had made a dozen resolutions to herself and 
to the others that she would no longer be avilable for these depraved 
activities, and each time, she would become excited and find herself 
plunging into even more obscene sexual games. Perhaps, she told herself, it 
was time to start facing some facts about herself. The long years of purity 
and chastity had only disguised the fact that she was a very highly sexed 
young woman. 

Well, one thing a sexually liberated woman did not have to do on a 
blistering hot day was to sit around in heavy clothing. She jumped to her 
feet and headed for the stairway. Where was that bikini? 

Entering the bedroom she now shared with Frank, she threw open the window to 
let in some air and began searching her dresser for the bathing suit. She 
located it beneath a pile of underwear, but as she was shutting the drawer, 
a movement outside the window caught her eye. Without turning her head, she 
observed that their elderly next-door neighbor was watching her from his 
bathroom window. As she rose to her feet, bikini in hand, he ducked behind 
the edge of the window, but she knew he was still spying on her. 

You dirty old man, she thought. Two months ago, I would have catted the 
police on you. 

Now, well, it doesn't seem to make quite so much difference. Have yourself a 
ball. 

Feeling incredibly wicked and tingling all over, Nina pulled her heavy black 
sweater up over her head, revealing her full bouncing breasts and extended 
nipples. After running her hands happily over her excitedly swollen breasts, 
she loosened the belt on her slacks and eased them down over her hips, 
together with her panties. Then, naked and trembling with excitement, she 
stepped to the window, making no attempt to cover herself, and pretended to 
scrutinize the sky for signs of rain. The cooling breeze blew over her ripe 
young body, making her shiver with pleasure. 

When she felt she had allowed the old-timer as much looking as his heart 
could stand, she slipped into the bikini, suddenly possessed with the idea 
of taking another glance at the nude photographs Frank and Clint had taken 
of her that day at the beach. 

Returning to the downstairs, Nina flipped on the darkroom lights and opened 
the file cabinet where Clint stored finished prints. With a shock, she 
discovered that the manila envelope which had contained the nude photographs 
of her was now empty. Who could have taken them? Why? 

As she perched on a darkroom stool and wondered what had become of them, she 
heard the front door open and Jill's cheerful voice sing out, "Anybody 
home?" 

"In the darkroom," Nina called back. 

"Hi, Nina" the other girl greeted her as she entered the room. "What's up? 
Are the men back yet?" 

As Jill entered, it suddenly occurred to Nina what had happened to her 
photographs. 

"They must have taken them along!" she cried in a strangled voice. 

"What are you talking about, honey?" inquired Jill. 

"The photographs they took of me that day on the beach. Clint and Frank must 
have taken them to show that publisher!" 

Jill looked uncomfortable for a moment, standing on one foot and wrapping 
one shapely leg around the other as she tried to decide what to say. 

"Nina, listen . . . it's like this . . ." she began. 

"Oh, Jill, I was afraid of this," cried Nina. "I know they were beautiful 
shots, but if that Mr. Barton decides to publish them, I'll be ruined. 
Suppose my father sees them?" 

"Now Nina honey, you can't live your life according to what your mother and 
father would like you to do. In the first place, it's not really very likely 
that your father's going to pick up a copy of Mr. Barton's magazine, is it? 
From what youve told me about your parents, it doesn't seem that they're the 
type to sit around reading skin magazines. And even if they should see them, 
so what? You've got a man and you're over twenty-one. And if these photos do 
sell, then your man will be well on his way to success. And you'll have 
given him his start, see? It'll be quite an honor to be published in that 
magazine and you know how much it'll mean to Frank." 

"Oh Jill, I'm sorry to be such a worrier, but my life is changing so fast." 

"And it will probably change a little more," commented the brown-haired girl 
mysteriously. "Come on, let's get some lunch ready for those two men of 
ours." 

Chapter Seven 

"All right, children, gather around and Uncle Bart will tell you a story. I 
want everybody to know what's going on so we can keep confusion to a minimum 
and maybe finish this thing on schedule.' 

It was the morning of the first day of shooting and the last actress had 
just arrived on the set when Barton called his meeting. Clint had been 
setting up lights with several assistants while Frank discussed the day's 
work with another cameraman and worked out the various camera angles they 
intended to use. Jill and Nina had been sitting nervously in a corner 
waiting for something to happen. One by one, technicians, camera crews, 
make-up men and actresses broke off whatever they were doing and gathered 
around the director. 

Barton, smartly dressed in a stylish Italian suit and wearing a loosely-tied 
cravatte around his neck, waited until the cast was quiet before beginning 
his briefing. 

"Good. The time is now ten o'clock and I want the cameras rolling by eleven, 
which should give everyone time to get made up and into positions. Before we 
go to work, I'd like to make sure that everybody knows everybody else. Then 
I intend to give you a thumb-nail version of the plot, or at least as much 
as we're going to shoot today. Some of you know it already but it helps if 
we all understand the various phases of the story." 

"First of all, I want to present my two principal collaborators, Frank, who 
is assistant director and chief of the camera crew, and Clint, an old friend 
of mine, who will be managing the lights and sound equipment during the 
shooting and the cutting after we're finished. The two lovely ladies with 
them are Jill and Nina. Jill will be making her debut in this film and we 
know she's going to make a real fine little actress. Nina, who is Frank's 
fiancee, has kindly agreed to act as make-up lady and wardrobe mistress for 
us. Don't worry about the workload in the wardrobe department, Nina, because 
in my films nobody wears many clothes." 

There was a general chuckle while Barton lit up one of his innumerable 
cigars. 

"All right, now for our principal actors. There's Mel, our leading man. Most 
of you remember Mel from the flick we did last winter." Nina followed 
Barton's finger with her eyes and studied the actor. He was a huge man, 
close to six feet five inches with the physique of a football player. 
Despite the fact that his age - as far as Nina could guess from his face - 
was closer to thirty-five than twenty, he had the youthful relaxed posture 
of a teenager, thick sandy hair and an easy confident way of standing. Nina 
found him handsome but decided that he was probably not overly bright. 

"Our leading lady, Faye, couldn't make it today because of a bad cold, so I 
can't introduce her,' Barton continued. "We won't be shooting any of her 
scenes until tomorrow anyway so I told her to stay home and take aspirins. 
The other girls are Betty . . . Glenice . . . Ellen . . . Mary Louise and 
Pam." As he mentioned their names, each girl nodded her head and smiled at 
the group. Nina saw that they were all attractive girls between twenty-five 
and thirty years of age. One could tell immediately that they were actresses 
from the extreme fashions and styles they wore. Generally, Nina decided, 
they looked like a tough experienced group of girls who had been around and 
almost certainly had done this kind of work before. Bart went on to 
introduce the male actors, also five in number. It was clear that none of 
them was intended distract the viewer's attention from the masculine lead. 
The men were all good-looking fellows in their late twenties or early 
thirties, but not one of them struck Nina as particularly special in any 
way. The actors and camera crews all seemed to know each other and Nina 
guessed that these people had all worked together in the past on other 
films. 

"Now as far as the story is concerned,'' Bart went on with his explanations, 
"we are making what is basically a sex-comedy and if we don't enjoy making 
it, there's no hope at all that the public will enjoy seeing it. So laugh it 
up and have a good time with this thing, and comments or suggestions are 
always welcome. The story is pretty simple, as are most of my writers. The 
film opens with this country yokel, played by Mel, going into a whorehouse. 
He's got a steady girl, who is Faye, but he has an urge for something a 
little diflFerent, so he decides to spend a little time with a prostitute. 
Now he looks like such a perfect jerk that none of the girls want anything 
to do with him, but when there's a customer somebody has to screw him so the 
job falls to the newest girl in the house, who will be played by Jill here. 
When he gets his clothing off and she sees the size of his cock, she wants 
nothing to do with him because he's too big, See? But by this time, Mel's 
all excited so he chases her around the room and finally nails her." 

Nina glanced uncomfortably around at the others to see if anyone else was 
shocked. Frank and Clint had both warned her that Barton's movies were 
pretty rough stuff, sold underground to distributors who rented them to 
men's clubs, brothels, private night clubs and other groups. But still, she 
found herself wondering how it would be possible for the group to film such 
a story. As far as she could see, the plot would involve filming things 
which obviously could not be legally filmed. 

"Now at first she's in pain, but once Mel gets going, she starts to dig it 
and begins to make cries and groans and gasps of pleasure. Here we cut to 
the girls in the other room. They're all bored out of their minds, but when 
they hear through the wall what's going on in Jill's room, they rush on in, 
all wanting a piece of the action. The scene ends with Mel balling all of 
the girls one after another. Did you eat vitamins this morning, Mel?' 

"Vitamins? I never even met the girl," joked Mel, showing neither 
embarrassment nor nervousness over the role he was expected to play. The 
cast laughed along with him although Nina could feel herself blushing at the 
blunt sexual reference. 

"Okay, I guess that's enough talking out of me," concluded the director. 
"Ill fill you in on the rest of the plot as we go along. You actors can get 
into your costumes and let the make-up people go to work on you. Clint, will 
the lights be ready by eleven?" 

"No problem, Bart," Clint responded promptly. "We're running a power line in 
from the first floor and when that's in place well have enough juice." 

"Good, Frank, how's the camera situation?" 

"The cameras are set,' answered Frank. "Shall we start putting up the 
scene?" 

"Go, man, go." 

Barton's studio was located in the basement of the same building in which 
the burly energetic businessman edited his successful magazine. It was an 
enormous room with an extremely high ceiling, concrete walls and a vast 
amount of floor space. Watching the confusion around her, Nina wondered how 
the area could ever been made ready for shooting in less than an hour's 
time. Power lines littered the floor and the walls were lined with props, 
set dividers and stage furniture. The room was dusty and she also realized 
that there was nowhere she could sit without soiling the white, one-piece 
jump suit she was wearing. As usual, she was wearing the wrong outfit! 

For awhile she watched Frank as he directed a crew of men moving set walls 
into position, but then remembered she was supposed to be helping with 
make-up and wardrobe. She hurried off to the changing rooms at the far end 
of the studio. . 

Early that morning, shortly after their arrival, Bart had introduced her to 
the head make-up man, a tall gaunt old-timer who had told her that he had 
worked in Hollywood in better days. His name was Ed and Nina walked over to 
where he stood talking to two actresses. 

"What do I have to do, Ed?" she asked brightly, anxious to be useful. 

"Well, honey, let's get the girls' costumes out. Ain't much trouble 'cause 
they ain't wearin' much like the boss said. Then you can do the make-up for 
Mel. He's got that there dressin' room." 

Nina took charge of the wardrobe room and laid out the costumes for each of 
the actresses. Since, in the film, they were all supposed to be prostitutes, 
the costumes were all flimsy, shocking and precisely the kind of garment 
Nina had always imagined a prostitute would wear while receiving clients. 
Jill's outfit consisted of black panties with red garters and a see-through 
peignoir. 

"Oh, Jill, aren't you nervous?" Nina asked as the brown-haired girl stripped 
to put on her costume. 

"You bet your sweet ass I'm nervous. Did you get a look at our leading man?" 

"Yes, he looked nice," offered Nina dubious- "Oh, I'm sure he's as nice as 
Mom's apple pie," replied the other girl caustically. "But the size of him! 
I'm terrified!" 

Nina failed to see how Mel's size would make any difference one way or 
another, but she sensed that she was in over her head again, and said 
nothing more. Jill, in the meantime, ignored Ed's presence and shed the 
slacks and sweater she had been wearing. 

"Are you going to put body make-up on us?' she asked the make-up man. 

"Can't do without it, honey," Ed responded laconically. "Them there lights 
is bright!" Jill nodded and slipped out of her panties, stepping naked onto 
a towel which Ed had spread at her feet. A devoted sunbather, Jill hated the 
white marks left by the straps of a bikini and Nina noted that her tan was 
universal. 

"What's body make-up for?" Nina asked Ed, who was unscrewing the top of a 
jar. 

"Them lights make a person sweat," he explained affably. "An when the light 
reflects off the sweat it makes you look like you was covered with olive 
oil. This stuff keep that from happening and covers up any bruises or scars. 
Which this young lady ain't got, I see," he concluded, taking a cotton pad, 
dipping it in the brown pasty substance and beginnings to apply it to Jill's 
neck. Nina realized that he intended to cover Jill's body with the make-up 
and shuddered at the idea of having to stand naked in front of some total 
stranger and allow him to rub brown paste all over every inch of her skin, 
touching her in the places only an intimate lover normally even saw. It 
would not have been so bad had the make-up man been impersonal like a 
doctor, but in fact Ed was quite obviously enjoying his work. 

"Hmmmm, gettin' out in the sun, I see," he muttered, taking one of Jill's 
firmly rounded breasts in his hand as he covered it with makeup. Jill seemed 
highly amused at this nonsense, rather than angry and indignant as Nina felt 
she herself would be under similar circumstances. Jill winked at Nina over 
Ed's shoulder and giggled as the old-timer shifted his attention to her ribs 
and belly. 

"Spread'em just a little wider, love," Ed in- structed Jill as he knelt to 
do her thighs. "There's anothejf bottle of paste on the shelf yonder, Nina. 
Best be you get started on Mel. You seen how I do it" 

"You mean I have to do Mel?" Nina asked, astonished. 

"Well, I ain't about to do him, young lady," Ed retorted. "You get his body 
done and TO be along to touch up his face." 

"But I can't.. ." she faltered, thinking of herself rubbing brown ointment 
into the skin of a naked stranger. 

"Come on, Nina," Jill urged. "If I can stand to have it done to me by this 
old reprobate, you can do it to Mel. We re supposed to start shooting in a 
half-hour." 

Chastened, Nina hurried over to Mel's dressing room and knocked timidly on 
the door. 

"Come on in!" came a deep base voice. Nina timidly turned the handle and 
entered. Dressed in a bathrobe, Mel looked bigger than ever. His face was 
friendly, however, and she decided that, on closer inspection, he was 
perhaps not quite as stupid as she had originally calculated. "I'm Nina," 
she said, nervously offering her hand. 

~And I'm Mel," responded the big man, burying her tiny hand in his enormous 
paw. "You going to do my make-up?" 

"Ed told me I should get started on your body and he'd stop by and do your 
face as soon as he finishes with Jill." 

"Well, we'd better get going then, because there's a lot of me to cover," 
said the actor. "What's the matter? Are you nervous or something?" 

"No! I mean, maybe just a little. I've never done any make-up work before." 

"Nothing to it. Just rub it in lightly and it dries almost immediately. Wait 
till I get this bathrobe off. The stuff is murder to get out of clothing." 

Nina busied herself with opening the fresh bottle of make-up and preparing a 
cotton pad while the actor turned his back on her, and stripped the bathrobe 
from his shoulders. When he turned to face her, he was naked and Nina was 
forced to catch her breath. 

"Gee," she mumbled, feeling foolish. "I might need two bottles." 

Mel smiled at the implied compliment. "Don't worry, a little bit goes a long 
way." He dropped a towel on the floor and stepped forward. Nina dared not 
drop her eyes from his face for fear she would catch sight of his genitals 
and blush, so she stepped up close to him and began to dab hesitantly at his 
neck. 

"Don't you have a smock?" he inquired suddenly. 

"A smock? What for?" 

"To protect your clothes," he explained. "This stuff washes off your skin 
easy enough but if it touches material when it's wet, you never get it off. 
You're going to ruin that suit if you don't put something over it." 

Nina stopped and reflected. Frank had pur- chased the suit only a few days 
ago, paying over one hundred dollars for it. It had been an extravagant 
thing to do when their budget was so tight and he would be heartbroken if it 
were ruined. She looked around the room for something to put over her, but 
saw nothing but Mel's clothes. 

"Let me ask Ed if he has something I can wear," she explained, going to the 
door of the dressing room. 

"Well hurry, honey," Mel urged her gently. "We've got about twenty minutes 
to get on that set and Bart doesn't like to be kept waiting." 

"Ed!!!" she called, spotting the veteran makeup man working on Jill's face. 
"Have you got something I can wear to protect my clothes?" 

"I haven't got a thing. Didn't you bring a smock?" he retorted. 

"No," she wailed unhappily. "And I can't ruin this suit. I just got it!" 

"Then take it the fuck off!" roared Ed. "But get that body make-up on. I'm 
almost ready for him." 

Nina ducked back into the dressing room, remembering that she had decided 
not to wear a brassiere that day and that she had put on the flimsiest pair 
of panties she owned. 

"He said to take off my jump suit," she said in confusion. Mel was standing 
a few feet away from her now, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against his 
dressing table and she could see his entire body. Even in its relaxed state, 
his organ was massive and for a moment, her eyes be- came glued to it and 
she had to shake her head to pull them away. His thighs were thick as 
tree-trunks and he stood so calmly and naturally that he seemed to belong 
naked. 

"WelL then take it off, baby, but please let's get going," he pleaded. "Bart 
gets mad when people aren't on rime." 

There seemed to be no particular point in turning her back as she undressed 
since she would only have to face him eventually anyway, so Nina calmed 
herself with an act of the will, unzipped the back of the jump suit and 
climbed out of it. The flimsy panties were almost useless and as she 
straightened up again she realized that she was virtually as naked as he. 
Then, with surprise, she found that his eyes were tightly closed. 

"What's the matter?" she asked in amazement. "I thought I was the only one 
who got embarrassed." As she spoke she set to work rubbing the brownish 
make-up into the skin of his muscular neck and shoulders. She had to stand 
close to him to reach that high and she felt the rosy tips of her full 
tempting breasts brush across his hair-covered chest. 

"I'm not embarrassed," he muttered. "But in the scene we've got to do, I'm 
supposed to get excited after I see Jill. I can't walk out there with a 
hard-on and if I look at you, my friend here will be climbing up to my 
belly-button." 

Nina finished his shoulders and chest and stepped around behind him to 
administer the make-up to the actor's back and hard rugged buttocks. 

"But surely . . . surely they aren't going to photograph you there?" she 
stammered. 

"Honey, didn't someone explain to you what kind of film this was?" he 
responded gently. "Of course they're going to photograph me there. How are 
you coming?" 

"Okay, I guess," Nina answered, stepping around in front of Mel and kneeling 
to cover his thighs and legs. His gigantic penis was in a semi-erected state 
already, only inches from her face, the heavy uncircumcised tip swaying 
gently back and forth before her. Her hands trembled as she reached around 
the massive instrument to dab make-up on his stomach and loins and with each 
touch, the actor's cock seemed to grow another inch. 

"Oh Christ," he muttered through clenched teeth. "I hope I can get it back 
down again before the shooting starts. Baby, where has Bart been hiding you? 
It's crazy having a broad with your face and body working as a make-up girl. 
I mean, you're a pretty lousy make-up girl but I bet you'd make a fantastic 
actress." 

Nina had to laugh inspite of herself at his left-handed complement. 

"Oh, I don't think I'd ever get up the courage to appear in a movie like 
this," she answered thoughtfully. "And besides, once I got all aroused, I'd 
want to make love and it would be frustrating having to hold back until 
after the shooting was over and I could get home and do it." 

"But you dont understand!" Mel insisted. "Hasn't anyone explained that in 
this kind of movie you .. ." 

"Hey! How are you guys coming?" demanded Ed, barging through the door. "We 
got about five minutes to go." 

Nina quickly finished Mel's lower legs and feet and then stepped back to 
allow Ed to apply the specialized make-up to the actor's face. 

"The stuff is dry now," commented the makeup man. "You can get into your 
costume." 

With a start, Nina realized that she herself was not dressed and she 
hurriedly climbed back into the jump suit after washing off her hands in the 
dressing room sink. 

Her job over for the moment, Nina walked back down to the shooting set where 
Clint and Frank were making their last-minute preparations. She recognized 
clearly from the sensations in her stomach and loins that what had just 
happened had excited her tremendously and she wished she was not quite so 
easily aroused. 

Barton seemed to have decided to allow Frank to do the actual 
minute-by-minute direction and Nina felt proud and happy as she saw how 
capably and professionally Frank handled the group. The set was divided into 
two rooms. On the left, surrounded on three sides bv artifi-cial walls, was 
the room where the prostitutes waited for their customers. Through a door in 
the set-wall, one passed through to the bedroom where Jill would entertain 
her client. As the actresses left their dressing rooms, Frank positioned 
each of them on a chair or sofa, telling them to look bored and languid. A 
little brunette named Glenice had been given only a flimsy pair of panties 
as her costume and Nina was forced to admire her air of cool self-confidence 
as she walked almost naked through a roomful of men. Jill came out of her 
dressing room and Nina thought she could detect a little nervousness in the 
way she walked, wearing only the sheer black panties, red garters and 
see-through peignoir she had been given, her high proud breasts peaking 
through the flimsy material as she strode onto the set. 

Frank posed her in a big easy chair next to the bedroom, her legs thrown 
over the arm and the peignoir pulled deliberately back to bare her naked 
breasts to the eye of the camera. 

"Your nipples aren't extended," Nina heard Frank comment, reaching down and 
manipulating each of Jill's breasts until the tiny brown-hued tip popped 
into life. 

Behind Jill came Mel, a country farm-boy's costume now adorning his huge 
frame. In fact, Nina thought as she watched him stride across the room 
towards the set, that is precisely what he looks like, a country yokel. Mel 
wore faded blue jeans, a checkered work shirt and a battered straw hat. His 
big feet were bare and made a slapping sound as he crossed the cold concrete 
floor. 

Frank gave him his instructions, cautioned everyone about making noises 
while the cameras were grinding and called for the beginning of the first 
take. Barton was looking pleased at his protege's competence and when Nina 
smiled in his direction, he patted the empty canvas chair on his right and 
motioned her to sit beside him. She slipped off her sandals to avoid making 
any sound and sat where he had indicated. 

He certainly seemed like a pleasant man and she felt he was being very good 
to Frank and Clint, but she was midly embarrassed at the fact that he had 
seen and purchased those photographs of her completely naked with her vagina 
- visible. Frank had emphasized how pleased Barton had been with the nude 
poses, but she reasoned that a man in his position saw naked girls all his 
life. 

The first scene showed the girls lolling about in the parlor of their 
brothel, chatting about men and paging listlessly through movie magazines. A 
sound technician rapped his knuckles on a piece of wood to simulate Mel 
knocking at the door. The "farm-boy" was admitted to the parlor. 

Mel played his role broadly, grinning idiotically as he inspected one girl 
after another. The prostitutes all treated him with utter disdain because of 
his hayseed appearance, and he was unable to convince any of them to 
accompany him into the bedroom. 

At this point, the eldest of the girls, a redheaded actress named Pam, spoke 
up, a cigarette dangling from her lips. 

"Listen, somebody's got to take care of this creep. If he goes away without 
getting laid, the madam will raise hell." 

"Ah, it's too damn hot and he looks too stupid," said another girl. 

"Let the new girl take care of him," shouted a third, pointing to Jill. "Its 
about time she started doing her share of the work around here." 

"Yeah, let the new girl do it!" chorused the other prostitutes. 

Jill did an excellent job of looking uninterested, glaring at each of the 
other girls and shaking her head. Mel, behaving like a simple-minded idiot, 
approved the popular decision and began jumping up and down enthusiastically 
and pointing to Jill. 

Finally she resigned herself to the inevitable, and, taking the country boy 
by the hand, led him into the bedroom. Perfectly portraying a bored, 
unenthusiastic prostitute, Jill sat down heavily on the big double bed and 
removed her garters while Mel looked at her and grinned stupidly. Then she 
stood, still wearing an expression of irritation, and allowed the peignoir 
to fall to the floor, baring her tender well-formed breasts to him and the 
group. Nina noticed that her nipples had been darkened with some kind of 
make-up, probably to make them show up better on film. Mel, making faces at 
the camera, approached her and covered both of Jill's budding young tits 
with his enormous hands. 

Oh, this is rather strong stuff, thought Nina, a little scandalized. I never 
realized they'd go quite that far on film. Still, she found herself enjoying 
the spectacle and the sensation of nervous sexual excitement in her thighs 
continued and intensified. Running his hands respectfully over her body, Mel 
dropped to one knee and carefully stripped the panties from Jill's legs, 
watching her as she stepped primly out of them and stood naked above him, 
her light brown pussy hair clearly visible under the bright lights. Mel was 
covering her body with moist kisses and Jill groaned comically as his lips 
found their way to the thin ripe folds of her vagina. 

"Come on, big boy, get your clothes off and let's see what you can do," she 
told him, pronouncing her lines clearly for the microphone hanging over her 
head just out of range of the camera. 

Mel reacted with eagerness, leaping to his feet and struggling comically in 
his frantic efforts to rid himself of his pants. 

He wasn't kidding, thought Nina. He's really going to strip down to nothing. 

After a hilarious sequence in which Mel nearly fell on his face while 
nervously removing his underwear, the actor stood erect and his penis 
quickly followed suit. As Jill caught sight of Mel's massively extended 
penis, a look of horror crossed her face, and Nina suspected that this was 
not all merely acting. The actor's cock was proportionate to the rest of his 
body and stood out of his crotch like the hitting end of a baseball bat. 
From where she was sitting, Mel's penis seemed to Nina to be over two inches 
across and the length was impossible to estimate. She remembered clearly the 
pain and shock she had undergone when Frank had pierced her viginal vagina 
for the first time with his massive shaft and Nina wondered how Mel could 
possibly make love to a woman without hurting her physically. 

Still play-acting, Jill backed away from her "client", shaking her head 
desperately and murmuring, "No, no, no, I can't . . ." and then she turned 
and darted to the other side of the bed. Grinning lecherously, Mel climbed 
over the bed after her, his murderous cock waving obscenely in front of him 
like a dangerous weapon. As Jill dodged around the foot of the bed uttering 
cries of fright, Mel lunged, slipping a hand neatly between her legs and 
hauled her forceably back. Nina watched, her fears growing, as Frank wheeled 
the camera slowly around to the right and lowered the angle of the lens to 
capture all of the action on the bed. Mel was overpowering Jill and Nina was 
still unsure whether her cries of distress were real or simulated for the 
benefit of the film. 

Why should she be frightened? Nina asked herself. Mel wasn't going to hurt 
her. She must be acting after all. Instinctively, she glanced across the 
room at Clint. The tough ex-sergeant, normally cool and jovial in almost any 
situation, was standing behind his lights, his face contracted in a worried 
frown. 

Suddenly, what had been obvious to everyone else in the room for weeks 
became obvious also to Nina. Mel was actually going to make love to her, 
there on the bed in front of everyone! He was actually going to fuck her 
right there in front of the cameras. No wonder Jill was terrified! He would 
rip her to pieces! 

Nina looked around the room wildly, wondering if anyone would intervene and 
stop this torture. But of course not! If Frank and Clint were unwilling to 
interfere, no one else could say a word. Nina tried to relax in her chair, 
knowing that if the pain became too bad, Jill could always insist that the 
cameras stop. So far, she was still bravely playing her role as a 
prostitute. 

Nina watched as Mel forced one muscular hairy leg between Jill's smoothly 
vulnerable thighs. She observed that the actor held his body six inches or 
so above Jill's to allow the camera to study her heaving breasts, her openly 
exposed vagina and his own monstrous dangling cock. 

Mel wasted no time with preliminaries. Kneeling between Jill's trembling 
legs, he took the bulbous tip of his heavy, desire-hardened cock in his hand 
and guided it confidently through the thin sweat-soaked pussy hair covering 
the softly quivering mouth to Jill's vagina. 

Since he was holding his body in such a way as to allow the camera to follow 
his every movement, Nina could see perfectly what was happening. She 
watched, her own sexual excitement growing more intense by the minute as Mel 
pushed steadily forward trying to force his rigid penis into Jill's 
fearfully trembling belly. He grunted for a moment and then signaled Frank 
to turn off the camera. 

"What's the matter, Mel?" called out Barton. "The two of you were just 
great!" 

Mel for the first time looked a little embarrassed and he glanced at Jill as 
if inviting her to explain. 

"Oh it's my fault, Bart," gasped the girl. "I'm a little nervous I guess 
ancf he's pretty big. Do you think we could have a little vaseline, please? 
Sorry you had to stop cameras." 

"No problem, honey," replied Barton calmly. "Happens all the time. Make-up 
girl," he added, turning to Nina. "Will you do the honors? Ed should have 
some vaseline in his cabinet." 

Nina jumped up as she heard Barton addressing her and realized what he 
wanted. Across the room, she saw Ed rummaging in his portable make-up kit, 
and by the time she arrived at his side, the old timer had produced a bottle 
of vaseline. 

"Here y'are, honey," he drawled. "Use a lot of it. 

Nina took the bottle in both hands, clutching it tightly for fear she would 
drop it in her nervousness. She approached the bed where Jill and Mel lay 
waiting for her. Jill flashed a smile and laughed at the consternation on 
Nina's face. 

"Don't look so worried, baby," she said. "It's me who's getting fucked, not 
you. Would you put some axel grease on this battering ram here?" 

Nina blushed to the roots of her hair but she had signed on as make-up girl 
and this was' apparently one of her duties. She dipped a finger into the 
vaseline and began spreading it over Mel's heavily throbbing penis. 

"Take it easy, Nina," he cautioned her jokingly. "If I cum now, it'll be a 
half-hour before we can get started again." 

Moving her hand more lightly, Nina covered the tip of his cock with the 
lubricant, strangely enjoying the sensation of touching this immense naked 
hardness, but shuddering inwardly at the thought of the havoc his rod would 
cause inside her body were they ever to make love. 

"Now let me have the bottle," commented Mel. "Let's see if we can loosen 
your girlfriend here up a little." 

Mel stuck two fingers into the bottle and scooped up a large quantity of 
vaseline. 

"Spread your legs further apart, Jill," he ordered. "Nina, you spread her 
cunt lips open a little." 

Shivering with the sexuality of the situation, Nina placed her hands 
directly on her girlfriend's moistly open vagina and spread the thin pink 
lips slowly apart, as Mel had directed. With a firm quick movement, Mel 
inserted his lubricant-covered fingers directly into the tiny, hair-fringed 
little mouth and began to rotate' his hand slowly, widening the opening and 
causing Jill to groan softly from the pleasurable sensation. 

"Okay, I think that should do it," he said when he had succeeded in working 
three of his fingers into the girl's now vaseline slickened cunt. He 
returned the bottle to Nina, who quickly took it and dodged back out of 
camera range. 

"Roll 'em," shouted Barton, and Frank started the camera again. Nina 
watched, her own hips sub-consciously twitching in anticipation as Mel again 
climbed on top of Jill's ripely tanned body and slipped his giant rod slowly 
into the painfully stretching lips of her naked pussy. A strangled cry from 
Jills throat informed those watching that Mel had finally succeeded in 
making his entrance. Propping himself up on his elbows and knees, the actor 
began fucking into Jill's helplessy impaled body awkwardly and fiercely, 
slamming his loins up between her widespread thighs like a jack-hammer. Of 
course, Nina realized that this too was part of the role Mel was trying to 
interpret, and that he was making love with precisely the same brutal 
simple-minded enthusiasm one would expect of a big clumsy farmhand. 

Despite the lubricant, the pain in Jill's face was clearly visible as her 
trembling body shook under the violent battering she was receiving from the 
muscular actor. Mel was tireless and seemed to have no difficulty 
controlling himself and avoiding a premature ejaculation. 

From her vantage point behind the camera, Nina watched Mel's penis, sliding 
rhythmically in and out of the softly hair-lined slit of her girlfriend's 
visibly pulsating cunt, his two gigantic balls slapping wetly against the 
nakedness of her upturned buttocks every time he thrust himself into her. 
Nina stood transfixed by the spectacle, her own body trembling 
uncontrollably. Then she observed a subtle change come over Jill's 
pain-contorted face. The girl seemed to have stopped resisting him as her 
vagina became accustomed to the thickness and length of his cock and her 
body was now moving in time with his. Jill's long slender legs raised to his 
sides and she splayed them even further apart, as if she were trying to open 
herself even wider to the man's bulbously expanded cock, and then she 
wrapped her thighs around his hips, using the muscles in her calves against 
his buttocks to pull him into her even more forceably. Nina looked around 
her nervously to see if any other member of the company was watching her, 
wondering if her trembling and shivering was noticeable. But no one was 
looking her way and everyone was entranced by the obscenity taking place 
before their eyes. Nina could hardly contain herself, somehow wanting to rip 
off her own clothes, drag Frank away from the camera and force him to make 
love to her then and there. And if the others wanted to watch, that was 
alright too. 

But her girlfriend, Jill, was the actress now in the spotlight and it was 
her day. Nina, nearly writhing with desire, could only watch and observe as 
her girlfriend raced towards a frantic orgasm. The brown-haired actress was 
nearly out of her mind now and was shreiking lewd encouragements to Mel, 
urging him to fuck her harder and faster and begging him to shoot his hotly 
building cum deep up into the depths of her greedily quivering cunt. They 
were both working hard and tiny rivulets of sweat collected in the crevices 
of Jill's glistening body as suddenly it hit her. 

As her orgasm bubbled to a climax, Jill's cries of passion became louder and 
more insistent. Nina had seen Jill cum before, in Clint's arms, and 
occasionally with Frank, and she realized immediately that this was no 
simulated orgasm enacted for the benefit of the camera. Jill had completely 
forgotten that they were making a film and that she was supposed to be 
merely an actress. 

As Jill shouted with joy, Frank slowly pulled the camera back and shifted 
the lens over to cover the reception room where the prostitutes were still 
sitting with the same bored expressions on their faces. As Jill's cries 
reached their ears, however, a new interest came into their eyes. At first 
they crowded around the door, all trying to peak through the keyhole 
simultaneously. Then, as Jill's panting and screaming reached its height, 
they could hold themselves back no longer and all five of them burst into 
the bedroom. 

Jill sank back exhausted into the pillows and the five girls began pulling 
at Mel, trying to undress themselves and at the same time force the actor to 
disengage from Jill and turn his attentions to them. Mel, fortunately, was 
more than happy to oblige. Extracting himself from Jill's pleasure-wracked 
body, he flopped on his back and allowed the girls to lower themselves one 
by one onto his iron-like cock, still rigid and hard after nearly twenty 
minutes of uninterrupted fucking. The scene ended with the girls simply 
burying him with their lusting bodies and vowing to keep him prisoner to 
satisfy their desires whenever there were no clients. 

Frank halted the cameras and one by one the girls climbed off the bed and 
headed for their dressing rooms, having completed a good morning's work. 
Nina approached the bed where Mel and Jill still lay, exhausted, carrying 
two bathrobes. 

Mel, strangely subdued, took the garment from Nina nad slipped it over his 
shoulders, smiled a peculiar tight smile and headed for his room. 

"Jill, are you alright?" asked Nina worriedly, covering the girl's nakedness 
with the bathrobe. 

"Oh Baby," breathed Jill, her teeth still clenched. "Nina, I have never had 
anything like that. Never." 

"Was he that good?" asked Nina incredulously. 

"No, it wasn't him," sighed the other girl. "It was the whole scene. It was 
if I were making love to the whole room. I can't explain it but having the 
others watch him fucking me made it ten times as good. I know you'll think 
that's terrible and immoral, but for me it's true and I can't help it." 

Nina watched Jill walk dreamily off to her dressing room, realizing with a 
shock that subconsciously she wanted desperately to do the same thing. But 
she knew that she would never allow herself to go anywhere near that far. 
Her puritanical New England upbringing would never permit her in front of so 
many other people to undergo the humiliation and the animal sexuality she 
had just witnessed. 

She tried to control herself, but the trembling of her body increased and 
she fled to a corner and sat in a chair with her head in her hands until 
some semblance of calmness returned to her nerve shattered mind. 

Chapter Eight 

Nina, at breakfast, found she had very little appetite except for coffee. 
She had been in a constant state of nervous sexual tension ever since the 
shooting had begun yesterday morning and the uneasy fluttering sensation in 
her stomach still bothered her intensely. Both Frank and Clint had been 
aroused by the previous day's shooting, but both men had been dead tired 
after their long hours behind a camera and under the lights. Jill had very 
nearly collapsed with exhaustion and soreness and had gone straight to bed. 
Nina, behaving shamelessly, had virtually forced Frank to make love to her 
twice before allowing the poor man to drop off to sleep, leaving her still 
unsatisfied, staring at the ceiling and recalling in her mind the events of 
the day. Two things were very clear to her: she had become involved with a 
group of people who were more degenerate and depraved than she had ever 
believed possible; 

and she herself deep down inside was as bad as any of them. It was hard for 
her to believe the obscene things she was doing and the powerful emotions 
she was feeling, but they were facts and they had to be faced. 

"Well, back to the salt mines," said Clint, draining bis coffee cup. "We're 
already ahead of schedule and if we can stay that way, or at least not fall 
behind, we can avoid going over our budget. The less we spend, the more we 
make. You have no idea what it costs to fill that studio with actors and 
camera crews. Salaries alone amount to close to ten grand a day, not to 
mention the other costs." 

Clint took the wheel of the car and they started off towards the Barton 
studio. Frank fumbled in the pocket of his sports coat and produced one of 
their home-made "special" cigarettes. 

"Here Nina," he said, lighting up the joint. "Have a puff." 

"This early in the morning?" objected Nina, but it occurred to her that a 
little marijuana might calm the raging lust in her body and she accepted the 
cigarette and dragged on it deeply. On her nearly empty stomach, she felt 
the drug's effects almost immediately. No one else seemed to want to smoke 
and she decided she could probably perform her duties as make-up girl even a 
trifle stoned, so she sank back into the cushions of the back seat and 
enjoyed getting high. 

She was a little unsteady on her feet as they entered the studio but much 
calmer and happier. The cameras were loaded and a new set had been erected 
and was nearly ready for use. As the group walked over to greet Barton, Nina 
thought she could distinguish a worried expression on his face. "What's up" 
asked Clint. "I can't get ahold of Faye," responded the producer. "She 
should be here by now and she hasn't shown up." 

"Maybe she got tied up in the traffic," offered Jill, but Barton shook his 
head. 

"When she wasn't here by nine, I had my secretary call to see if her cold 
was better and no one answered. That was almost an hour ago." 

"Well, nothing to do but continue to set up and assume she's going to make 
it," proposed Frank. 

"That's what I hate about this business," grumbled Barton, still 
unsatisfied. "It costs a small fortune to get all these people together for 
a day's work. One goddamn actress decides not to show up and you have to pay 
everybody and send em home." 

"Maybe if we . . ," began Frank, but he was interrupted by the phone ringing 
at Barton's elbow. 

"What? . . . She's where? Oh, for Christ's sake!" he shouted and then 
slammed the receiver down angrily. "Pneumonia!" he announced. "She's in the 
hospital. Only Faye could catch pneumonia in this weather. Gentlemen, what 
do we do now?" 

"Can we find another actress?" asked Clint. 

"Not in time to save today's shooting," the producer answered. To do this 
role properly, we've got to have someone who outshines the other girls 
completely. She's got to be a genuine beauty, innocent-looking and have a 
sensational body. You don't come across that sort of girl everyday. Gents, 
we have just blown about ten grand. How does it feel?" 

To Nina, it felt terrible. She had been so keyed up and excited about the 
prospects of watching another day's shooting that the disappointment was 
crushing, not to mention the loss of their share of the money. She looked up 
to find Barton staring at her, a new look in his face. 

"There's only one possibility," he announced, putting his hands on her 
shoulders. "Nina, baby, you've got to do the role. You'd be perfect for the 
part, even better than Faye." 

"No, no, I eouldn t . . ." she stammered. "I'd die of embarrassment and I've 
never done any acting in my life except for some student plays in college 
... I don't know what to say . . ." She felt Frank's arms closing around her 
from behind. 

"Nina, do it! We need you Nina. Don't let us down now!" he urged her. 

Nina felt as if her mind were being torn in two. Half of her wanted 
desperately to do what they asked of her, but two decades of strict moral 
training were screaming in the back of her head that she must not. On top of 
it all, the marijuana was preventing her from thinking very clearly about 
anything. 

"Oh Frank," she pleaded, "if I did it, what would I have to do?" 

"Listen, honey, Bart will explain everything. There's really nothing to it. 
Let Jill help you with the make-up and as soon as you're finished, we'll 
give you your instructions." 

In a daze, Nina allowed herself to be led over to the dressing room. As she 
turned away from the men, she thought she detected a wink passing between 
her fiance and Barton and the three men seemed to be sharing a knowing 
smile. But the drug still held her mind in a state of confusion and she 
could think of no reason why they might be behaving in this fashion. 

"Here we are, honey," Jill told her when they had found the empty dressing 
room. "You get your clothes off and we'll put the make-up on." 

Numbly, Nina began stripping off the skirt and blouse she had worn that day. 
Jill returned a moment later with a bottle of the body makeup. Behind her in 
the doorway appeared Ed, the make-up man. 

"I hear we've got a real success story here!" he exclaimed, "From wardrobe 
mistress to leading lady in one quick day." Nina quickly shielded her naked 
nipples with her hands but then realized that there was no particular reason 
to cover herself now. Before long, every member of the company would see all 
the most intimate details of her body. 

Working as a team, Ed and Jill quickly covered Nina with the necessary 
make-up. The touch of their hands on her naked skin, Ed's resting seemingly 
too long up between her thighs, rekindled the fire in her body and she 
noticed by the time that they had finished that her embarrassment was 
vanishing. When the make-up on her face was finished, Jill helped her into 
her costume, a long flowing sheer black nightdress which was left open at 
the front. Then the three of them returned to the set where Frank and Barton 
had just finished preparing for the first scene of the day. 

As Barton briefed her on her role, Frank handed her another marijuana 
cigarette. She accepted it eagerly, knowing that she could never do what she 
had to do without the assistance of the morality-destroying drug. 

"You are Mel's little country girlfriend," Barton explained, "and when you 
hear that he has been kidnapped by the girls in the whorehouse, you slip 
into the house disguised as a prostitute and try to find him. There'll be 
some preliminary outdoor shots which we intend to shoot later, but your 
first scene today takes place when you have to pretend to be a porstitnte in 
order to avoid being discovered. Now, you'll step into the bedroom there and 
Peter will come in behind you and grab you. Just play it naturally from 
there. You know the basic situation and if something comes into your head, 
just say it. Remember, you're a lively country girl and you've been around 
but never gone through anything quite like this." 

Nina stood just outside the door to the elaborately designed bedroom and 
waited for Frank's signal to begin. 

"Let's see your breasts, Nina," called Bart. "Open your gown." 

The excitement gathered in Nina's throat, the drug giving her greater 
courage, as she rearranged the folds of her nightgown to hang naturally 
open, revealing the darkened tips of her swollen nipples and her quivering 
tummy and loins. As the cameras began to roll, she started her 
interpretation of the part, pretending to be frightened and nervous and 
looking anxiously up and down the corridor before slipping into the empty 
bedroom. As soon as she moved, Pete, a tall fat actor with red hair and an 
enormous stomach, stepped lithely around the corner, moving with the catlike 
grace some big men naturally possess. 

After imitating Nina's gesture of glancing up and down the corridor, he 
opened the door, followed her into the room and seized her from behind. At 
first she started with fright, but then, vaguely remembering that she was 
supposed to be portraying a girl who was imitating a prostitute, she flashed 
him a friendly smile and let him slide the nightgown off her shoulders and 
drop it on the floor. So much for the costume she thought stupidly through 
her marijuana haze. She had worn it all of thirty seconds and now she was 
totally naked. 

The fat man had no trouble in spreading her out silently on the bed, taking 
her ankles in his hands and moving her legs apart. As if in sacrifice, her 
defenseless young pussy was exposed to his lusts and the inspection of 
everyone in the room. He wasted no time with preliminaries, stripping 
himself naked with a few quick blunt movements. Then he approached her, 
holding his immense fat cock in both hands, stroking it as he prepared for 
an assault on her helpless vagina. Nina could not tear her eyes away from 
the bulging instrument he was about to thrust into her and she lay perfectly 
still, half wanting to be a thousand miles away from here and yet, marijuana 
induced passion, wanting him to hurry forward and do it to her. 

Pete bent suddenly, kneeling between her legs and began a torturous 
exploration of her body with his tongue, slowly descending from the 
whiteness of her quivering stomach to the darker triangle of pussy hair. 
Spreading the pink lips of her trembling moist vagina with his pudgy 
fingers, he lowered his head and sucked her tiny budding clitoris wetly into 
his hotly slavering mouth. 

As Nina's body twitched and writhed on the bed, the fat man suddenly 
burrowed up inside her tense fluttering cunt with his wetly coiling tongue. 
The lightning-like sensation raced up her spine to the back of her neck and 
she cried out involuntarily. 

"Aaaaaaaagh!" Her pelvis jerked wildly and nothing mattered except the magic 
feelings roaring through her lust-tormented body. Pete raised his head and 
crawled over her, running his tongue up over her sensuously tender breasts 
while Nina rotated her hips desperately, hungrily, trying in her 
drug-induced passion to raise her body high enough to bring her open hungry 
cunt into contact with the man's enormously hardened rod. 

The cameras ground steadily away as this depraved scene progressed and there 
was an audible gasp from the camera crews and technicians alike as Pete 
forced the sperm-filled tip of his cock into the tiny throbbing lips of her 
hair-covered cunt, stretching the rubbery lips of her vagina further than 
they had ever been stretched before. 

Nina lashed her head back and forth on the pillow, groaning with a wild 
combination of pain and passion. "Aaaaaaaagggggg." 

Her nails cruelly marked the fat man's mountainous shoulders as he pushed a 
quarter of the way out into her tortured cunt. Oh God, it's too big, she 
groaned to herself. Two months ago T was a virgin. I'm not ready for this 
yet. 

Grinning lecherously and well aware that he was hurting her terribly, Pete 
grunted as he sunk his shaft another two inches into her slowly stretching 
young pussy. Blinking her eyelids to clear away the tears, Nina saw her 
friends, Clint and Jill, and her boyfriend Frank, watch- ing her anxiously 
from behind the bright lights. She must not let them down, her drug-hazed 
thoughts screamed. They were all depending on her. She could not fail them 
now, even if this human battering ram split her completely in two. 

With a snarl, Pete thrust himself completely into her body, burying his long 
murderous shaft deep up inside her softly resisting vaginal passage. Nina's 
body convulsed helplessly as the fat man conquered her last resistence. His 
cock seemed to fill every corner of her body and she could feel that he had 
penetrated all the way up to the bottom of her stomach, cruelly stretching 
her tightly clenched vaginal walls. 

As he began a gentle rocking motion, withdrawing halfway from her trembling 
cunt and then sliding quickly forward again, she was surprised to find that 
the pain did not increase but lessened with every powerful stroke. 

Her mind still fogged by the powerful marijuana, Nina noticed that her hips, 
apparently acting of their own accord, had begun a rhythmic, movement which 
responded and fucked back to the push and pull of the man's massive body and 
strange words were coming uncontrollably from her open mouth. 

"That's right. That's good. Do it." she cried dazedly in a sing-song voice. 
"Fuck me harder. Don't stop. Fuck faster. Faster." she screamed, her 
conscious mind having forgotten completely now that she was supposed to be 
an actress doing a movie, Her arms and legs seemed pos- sessed of a life of 
their own and she thrashed back and forth helplessly in the bed, tiny 
rivulets of sweat forming on the smoothly working skin of her body and 
mixing lewdly with the rising vaginal juices seeping wetly between her 
hungrily clenching thighs. Her spine was tingling and an enormous heat 
seemed to be filling her stomach. 

Her orgasm came on fast, hitting her suddenly and unexpectedly, giving her 
no time to prepare herself. A storm of unbelievable ecstasy swept up through 
her drug-aroused body and her arms and legs flew out of control, lashing 
helplessly on the bed. The entire room seemed to fade in and out of 
existence several times as the climax convulsed her entire body, going on 
and on and on. Finally, when it diminished, she lay limp and panting on the 
bed, incapable of further movement. 

But the fat man was not yet readv to emptv his load of hot white cum into 
her satiated belly. Slowly, he withdrew his hard muscular cock from her 
vagina and sat up on the foot of the bed with legs crossed under him, 
looking like a fat naked Buddha with an unusually large erection. 

Reaching forward, he took her shoulders with his hands and drew her head 
between her knees. She understood immediately what he wanted of her. It was 
the first time she had clearly seen the hardened pole of flesh which had 
recently caused such havoc in her vagina and she was startled at the size of 
it and was a little sickened at the idea of her mouth being used as a 
lust-object here in the midst of a-room full of people. But before an 
objection could form in her mind, she felt Pete's hands on the back of her 
head, entwining his fingers in her long blonde hair and urging her forward. 
The next sensation she experienced was an inciting masculine taste which 
emanated from the giant tip of his cock. It rested comfortably on her tongue 
and she instinctively closed her widely ovaled lips around it, using her 
hands to apply further pressure on the part of him which would not fit 
inside her mouth. 

Her drugged, dazed mind working sluggishly under the influence of marijuana, 
Nina wondered what this scene looked like to the others. Could the camera 
clearly view the thick pole of his cock boring between her moistly 
salivating lips? Were the microphones picking up her groans of humiliation 
and passion as the man's monstrous penis fucked mercilessly up into her 
straining mouth? All Nina could see was the actor's massive stomach and two 
tufts of curly black pubic hair sprouting on either side of his lewdly 
pulsating member. Beneath, outside of her field of vision, she could feel 
his sperm-filled balls slapping rhythmically up against her chin as he 
fucked frantically up into her mouth, using it as he had the lips of her now 
wide-stretched pussy moments before. 

She suddenly became aware that the man was moving faster and more 
insistently, straining to push himself as far up into her throat as he 
could. She responded by increasing the pressure as much as she could, 
sucking for dear life, trying desperately to draw the thick milky semen out 
of him and end it all. Nina knew that the actor was nearing his orgasm and 
apparently Frank realized it as well, since the camera had gradually 
approached until it was only a. few feet away. She worked and sucked and 
licked wildly on him, wanting now the ultimate sexual humiliation of having 
him empty his burgeoning testicles into her hungry mouth. God, there was 
nothing else left. 

Then Pete groaned above her bobbing head and gripped her ears tightly 
between his hands as his orgasmic spasm began. His cock began to jerk 
spasmodically like a piston in a motor and Nina groaned and purred with joy 
as the heated jets of sperm struck the back of her throat, spraying hotly 
against her hungrily working tonsils, swallowing the white sticky fluid 
greedily, like a starving young calf, as it gushed angrily out of his body. 
Then, after a seeming eternity, she nearly wept with disappointment as she 
felt his cock slowly deflating between her lips, the last few feeble spurts 
of semen emptying between her still eagerly accepting lips. 

As he slipped out of her mouth completely, a soft wet plopping noise filled 
the room and she groaned piteously and pitched forward exhausted on the bed. 
She dimly remembered Jill covering her with a blanket and then there was 
nothing but the lingering taste of expended male semen surrounding her 
sperm-covered lips. 

Chapter Nine 

When Nina opened her eyes, she was alone in her own bed at the apartment. 
Her head was remarkably clear despite the extensive use she had made of 
marijuana the day before and her body felt warm and healthy except for a 
slight stiffness from having slept too long and a little soreness in her 
abdomen, as a result of the working-over the fat actor had given her with 
his over-sized penis on the previous day. 

For a few minutes she felt no ambition whatsoever to move from where she 
was. She lav still, looking at the ceiling and marvelling at how profoundly 
her life had changed in the past few weeks. There was no room for doubt; she 
was now a different woman, a new Nina, and there was not a way of returning 
to the bright-eyed, innocent college girl she had once been. New England and 
her parents and Sunday School seemed to be things out of the far-dis- tant 
past, events of a century ago, now ancient history. 

She was naked between the crisp white sheets and she ran her hands 
experimentally over her body, amazed to find she was still in one piece 
after the battering she had undergone while her first, ever, smoker movie 
scene was being shot Today, there were two more scenes to be played, if they 
were not to fall behind schedule and this would mean more perversions, more 
humiliations and perhaps more pain. She was astounded that the prospect no 
longer evoked the slightest repugnance in her mind. It was a totally new 
world. 

Her breasts seemed sensitive and a little sore from the mauling they had 
received from the actor named Pete, but as she ran her hands over the smooth 
white mounds, her nipples reacted with their usual promptness and she felt 
them swelling hopefully between her fingers. Exploring further with her 
hands, she stroked her smooth flat stomach and finally her open thighs. She 
thought she detected a few soft bruises around the edge of her tender vagina 
but the merest touch of her fingers was sufficient to start the blood 
coursing into her tiny deflated clitoris and the soreness was quickly 
replaced by the familiar warm glowing sensation which she knew would quickly 
turn to raging lust. 

The door opened softly and Frank's head appeared. 

"Awake? I brought you some coffee." She fa- vored him with a smile as he sat 
gently by the edge of the bed, resting the cup of steaming black coffee by 
the bed stand. 

"How are you feeling?" he asked worriedly. "You had quite a day yesterday." 

"I think I'm going to need something more substantial than black coffee for 
breakfast," she announced. "You don't expect me to go through all those 
bedroom gymnastics on an empty stomach, do you?" They laughed together at 
this brazen little speech and Frank pushed down the sheet and caressed her 
white dimpled breasts lovingly. 

"Baby, you've come a long way, and no pun intended. Today is the last day of 
the rough stuff. If we can get through these two scenes, the rest of the 
movie will be outdoors shots and fill-in material. Well have it made. We saw 
the rushes last night and Bart said that they were really the best he's ever 
had. We're well on our way to having it made, baby, if you can hold yourself 
together another day." He lit a cigarette and placed it to her lips. 

"What are we going to do today?" she asked. "I thought we'd tried just about 
everything sex has to offer." 

"If I tell you now," he answered after thinking for a moment, "you're liable 
to get up-tight and start worrying again. You're a quick pupil but there are 
a couple of things we've never done together and today you're going to learn 
them. Bart said you'd react better for the camera if I didn't give you too 
clear an idea of what was going to happen. He wants your reactions to be 
spontaneous." 

"I'll do whatever you want," she told him fervently. "Now why don't you 
climb in here beside me and we can get warmed up?" 

To her surprise, Frank shook his head and grinned. 

"That's another thing Bart told me not to do. He wants you to save 
everything you've got in that hot little pussy of yours for the camera. Come 
on downstairs and Jill will cook you a couple of eggs. You're going to need 
your strength." 

The production men had been working all night to create this set and their 
labors had been successful. Nina had never seen a wall-to wall bed before 
and Barton had spared no expense or pain to make this the most ideal setting 
for an orgy ever designed. Long red curtains hung on the walls framing 
reproductions of famous nude paintings by classical artists. The enormous 
sheet which covered the bed was silk and the room was strewn with pillows. 

"We ought to create something like this for our living room," decided Clint 
aloud. "I wonder if Bart would give us the mattress after the film is shot." 

"While you guys worry about interior decorating," Jill announced, "I'll get 
our leading lady made up. Come on, Nina." 

The two girls walked to the dressing rooms and Nina happily stripped to 
allow Ed to administer the body make-up. 

"Jill, what do I have, to wear today?" she asked. "The same costume as 
yesterday?" 

"Today, honey, you wear the same costume you've been wearing all your life, 
namely, your skin. This scene is supposed to pick up immediately after the 
one we did yesterday. Pete had just left you and before you can continue 
your search for your hick boyfriend another man comes in. You have to take 
care of him this morning and then we do the big scene after lunch." 

"The big scene?" echoed Nina, a little nervous for the first time. "How big 
do these scenes get, exactly. That's one hell of a big room." 

"It sure is and we're going to fill it today. Now you stop asking questions. 
Bart wants this all to come as a surprise to you so your expressions will 
all be perfectly natural. Let's go and see how they're coming out there. Do 
you want a bathrobe?" 

Nina hesitated and then took the plunge. 

"No, the air will help dry this make-up," she said with an attempt at 
sophistication. "Besides evervone here has seen just about everything I own. 
Let's go." 

For the first scene of the morning, the cameras were still in position 
around the same bedroom which had been used yesterday, Frank smiled as he 
saw Nina walking toward him completely naked. 

"I see we're getting relaxed. Do you want a little pot?" 

"Do you think I'm going to need it?" she replied. 

"I think it might help," he answered, extracting a marijuana cigarette from 
his pocket and lighting it for her. 

"Who is playing opposite me today?" Nina inquired, taking a deep, needful 
drag on the joint and feeling it dull her senses slightly. 

"Ted," Clint told her. "He's the little guy with the dark hair. You remember 
him." 

"Oh yes," Nina answered, a little disappointed as the marijuana smoke 
spiraled lightly to her head. When she had been first introduced to Ted, she 
recalled wondering why he had been included in the cast. He was a skinny 
little man, younger than most of the other actors, in fact barely out of his 
teens. He had a hook-nose and a dark swarthy complexion which suggested that 
he might be Turkish or Arab in origin. Nina had been hoping for someone a 
trifle more romantic and appealing. 

"Alright, you lay on the bed, Nina," Frank instructed her. "When I start the 
cameras, you're to sit up and rub your eyes as if you've been asleep. Just 
as you start to get out of bed, Ted will enter and the two of you can take 
it from there." 

Nina took one long last puff on the joint, her eyes glazing over slightly, 
and Nina did as she had been directed. She then gave a good imitation of a 
girl waking up after a short nap. She stretched and yawned, apparently 
unconcerned about her total nudity, and then put one foot on the floor 
preparing to don her nightgown, still lying where it had been thrown the day 
before. 

As she moved, the door opened and the young boy, called Ted, came in. 

Sinister-looking boy, she thought hazedly, I wish it could be someone else. 
But she reminded herself that an actress could not always chose the actors 
with whom she wished to work, and resigned herself to the fact that she was 
obligated to make love to this unpleasant individual. 

"Well, hello lovely, you're new here, aren't you?" he asked, reciting his 
lines casually. 

Nina smiled back at him, thinking he behaved pretty much in front of the 
camera as he did in his normal life. 

"Not so new I can't handle you, little man," she responded, saying the first 
thing to come into her head. "Sure you're old enough? Does your mother know 
where you are?" 

The boy smiled arrogantly and began unbuttoning his clothing. 

"Weil, aren't you a smart ass little chick!" Ill have to teach you a little 
respect for your elders." As he spoke his shirt and pants fell to the floor 
and he stepped naked up to the edge of the bed. Nina hoped that the look of 
intense disappointment which must have flashed across her face would not 
show up on the film. Oh well, she told herself, at least this one won't 
hurt, even though he won't be much fun. Nina's experience with men was still 
fairly limited, despite all that had happened in the last few days, but she 
had seen Frank, Clint, Mel and Pete all naked and this young boy's penis 
seemed to be only about half as big as any of theirs. 

Besides being physically small, his organ was totally unaroused and limp and 
Nina felt a flash of resentment that he could see her naked and available, 
knowing that he was free to do anything he liked with her helpless nakedness 
and yet could still remain totally unexcited. She lay back on the bed, 
uncertain as how he wished to proceed. Ted walked up beside her, holding his 
flaccid penis in his hand. 

"Little, isn't it?" he grinned slyly. 

"Well . . ." Nina stammered, her inventiveness failing her for once. 

"So little you have to look close to see it. Come over here and give it a 
really close look!" Nina obeyed and raised herself on her elbows and knees 
as the actor thrust his miniature cock in her face. 

"Real close," he said evilly, still holding his penis in one hand and 
putting the other on Nina's shoulder. As she ventured close to his groin, he 
rubbed the red, ridiculously small tip of his cock against her lips, 
smearing her lipstick with its head, and Nina could see it grow just a 
little as the added sensual excitement of this lewd action aroused him 
slightly. Nina raised her hands, deciding that she was expected to take him 
in her mouth, but Ted stepped back. 

"Hold that position," he ordered, moving around behind her kneeling body. 
"Stay just the way you are." Climbing onto the bed, he approached her from 
behind and began rubbing his cock between the smooth white skin of the sides 
of her legs, tickling her tiny clitoris into life. God, she thought bitterly 
through her marijuana dimmed mind, he's going to get me all stirred up and 
then leave me that way. Hell never accomplish anything with that little 
thing. 

Placing his hands on her slim firm thighs, the actor carefully forced her 
legs apart and then knelt back between her knees, his pelvis touching her 
round tender buttocks. He's going to do it to me dog-fashion, decided Nina. 
Frank was fond of this position and she had learned to enjoy it herself. 

Trying to excite him a little, she screwed her nakedly upraised buttocks 
sensously but was puzzled by the fact that he retreated immediately, The 
next thing she knew, he had dropped down onto all fours and was wetly 
licking back between the smoothly ovaled cheeks with his face, his tongue 
occasionally flickering out to caress her readily open cunt. Then, raising 
his face a few inches he rounded his lips around her tiny puckered anus. She 
reacted immediately to this strangely new obscenity, trying to pull away 
from him but he held her fast with his hands around her futilely straining 
hips. 

"Spread your ass wider" he commanded abruptly and Nina obediently moved her 
legs further apart, feeling his fingers teasingly probing at her asshole. 

"Oh God, what is he doing?" she moaned softly to herself, genuinely puzzled. 
Doesn't he even know where it is? 

"Ooooooooh," she cried out as one of the boy's fingertips suddenly popped 
smoothly into her anus. She tried to tighten it against the lewd intrustion, 
but the actor pushed forward insistantly and she was surprised to find that 
the pain was not as bad as she would have expected. She glanced up hazily at 
the camera crew to see if she could gather any information from the 
expressions on their faces, but they all sat still, watching the obscene 
spectacle of her kneeling helplessly down on the bed with one of the young 
boy's middle fingers sunk halfway into her upraised rectum with intense 
interest and no one was making any signs, as they sometimes did when the 
director wanted to change the course of a scene. 

Ted was working his finger around in her tiny, but slowly expanding back 
passage now, widening it and stretching the vainly resisting flesh further 
than she would have thought possible. She wiggled back against him, her 
drug-dazed mind telling her she should, finding the sensation uncomfortable 
but not really painful. It began to hurt when he wormed a second finger in 
beside the first and an involuntary squeal escaped her lips as she braced 
herself on the mattress. The lewdly grinning boy worked like a madman, 
pulling and pushing as he merciless- ly stretched her tiny, unused anus 
wider and wider, and she buried her face in the covers, no longer able to 
bear the thought that all the others in the room were watching her undergo 
this humiliating, degrading experiment. The longer he skewered her with his 
hand, however, the less uncomfortable the sensation became, until finally, 
in spite of her embarrassment, she found her hips rotating in time with his 
strokes and she realized she was well into the beginning stages of becoming 
wildly aroused again. She knew also what they expected of her now and 
gritting her teeth, vowed that she would give it to them. 

"Do it there," she groaned, wondering if this was the right thing to say. 
"Put it in there. In my ass, quickly." She reached between her legs, 
balancing herself on one elbow and groped for his penis. When she found it, 
he seemed not much bigger than before and she reasoned that it would be no 
worse than a finger. 

"Fuck me!" she begged. "Fuck my ass, please!" 

"Put it in, you bitch!" he ordered cruelly. "If you want it, then stick it 
in there yourself." 

Nina stroked him, almost doubled over in her abnormal position, thankful he 
was no bigger than he was. Then she placed the tip of his penis against the 
tight hairless opening of her anus and she could feel the muscles in the 
arrogant boy's arms strain as he forced himself ahead, trying to achieve an 
entry into her body. She closed her eyes and groaned as the wide- stretched 
little muscles around her anus, exhausted by this useless resistance, 
suddenly yielded before his hardened penis and with a sudden pop gave way 
before it. 

"Oooooooh!" she cried, feeling his diminutive cock worm its way salaciously 
up inside her. Then, as soon as he had penetrated her, a strange thing began 
to happen. His cock, which had been about the size of a king-size cigarette, 
began to grow. It suddenly occurred to Nina that he was a man so fond of 
this kind of love-making that he only became really aroused "after he had 
conquered the rectum of a woman. 

"What's the matter, lovely?" he jeered heartlessly down at the curve of her 
back. "Don't tell me something big has come between us. A pity you can't see 
it now. But then, you can feel it can't yGu?" 

"Aaaaaaaaagh!" she screamed in anguish as the relentlessly hardening cock 
stretched the thin delicate walls of her anus beyond the limits of the 
possible. Ted thrust himself forward ruthlessly, burying his ever-growing 
cock in her asshole until his balls slapped obscenely against her open cunt 
hairs below. Nina's lips were drawn back over her teeth and her eyes were 
shut tight as overwhelming shudders of fear and revulsion ran tortuously 
through her body. 

When he had penetrated as far as possible, Ted began to fuck into her 
earnestly, sawing rhythmatically back and forth in and out of the soft white 
body he had impaled so helplessly on his stiff fleshy rod, further inflaming 
her tortured anal passage, Grunting in time with each thrust, Nina found 
that the pain was gradually lessening and far smoothly rounded young 
buttocks began gyrating of their own accord. Trying to end this horrible 
business as soon as possible, she pushed back against him with all her 
remaining strength, and flexed the muscles of her rectum tighter, attempting 
to apply the maximum pressure on his cock in the hope of bringing him 
quickly to an orgasm. But her efforts to heighten his sensuality backfired 
and she only suer ceeded in exciting herself further. With a sudden shock 
she realized through her marijuana hazed mind that she was enjoying this 
unnatural depraved sodomy and she wanted him to go on and on and never stop. 
Her spirit broke, and with it her will to resist anything the arrogantly 
grinning boy wanted to do to her. 

"Oh fuck it, fuck it. . ." she babbled obscenely as the actor pressed even 
harder, forcing the swollen head of his now-enormously expanded cock deep 
inside her rectum. With each stroke, Ted pulled out as far as he could to 
provide the camera with a glimpse of his full, pulsating length and then 
thrust forward with all his might, each time bringing renewed waves of 
pleasure to Nina's body. His breath was coming hard now, since he was 
working furiously at his impalement of this innocent young beauty. His 
balls, heavy with sperm, swung menacingly between his straining legs. 

Nina cried out incoherently as his hips pounded into and flattened her 
buttocks cheeks from behind, now desperately wanting to receive the final 
humiliation of having him cum up into her heretofore virginal rectum. In her 
tremendous wild excitement, she was no longer worried about being injured or 
even split open entirely and she longed only for the sensation of his hot, 
fiery cum shooting endlessly into her open anus right before the eyes of all 
those watching. The murderous penis seemed to expand one last time and she 
knew he was ready. She ground back against him to increase the pressure as 
his body jerked convulsively, his hands rending her flesh mercilessly as his 
ecstasy approached. 

"Oh cum, cum, cum, cum!!!" she shrieked jubilantly as she felt the round 
bulbous head of his cock erupt deep injier asshole and the hot white liquid 
streaming into her body. The sensation seemed to fill her entire being and 
she wailed senselessly as the wild waves of pleasure stormed through her. 
His cum filled her rectum and forced its way out past his slowly deflating 
cock and ran lewdly down the crevice of her crotch where it mingled 
obscenely with the orgasmic juices secreted by her unsatiated vagina. 

Suddenly he released his iron grip on her hips and Nina pitched forward on 
the bed, her face buried in the sheets. Another second and she would have 
cum herself. She was on the brink and it was unfair to stop now. She spun 
around and grabbed the actor's hand. 

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me!" she begged. "Please fuck my cunt!" 

"They've stopped the cameras," he replied icily. "The scene is over, hot 
pants!" 

Spinning on his bare feet, he walked contemptuously off the set and Nina 
felt a sudden coolness as Clint killed the lights and the day's first scene 
came to an end. 

Chapter Ten 

Nina, the marijuana prolonging her excitement, could barely sit through the 
lunch which Barton had arranged for them. Wanting to press ahead with the 
shooting and not lose the time involved in having the entire cast go out to 
various restaurants, the producer had ordered a catered lunch to be served 
right in the studio. Still overwhelmed with unsatisfied desires, Nina had 
been unable to bear the idea of dressing and contented herself with slipping 
on the see-through nightgown which was her standard costume for the film. 
After all that she had been through that morning, this seemed like more than 
adequate dress, but of course the waiter who delivered their lunch and 
served it to the company was unprepared for the sight of a virtually naked 
girl sitting on a rumpled double Bed, and he devoured her with his eyes as 
the others munched happily on their lunch. One by one, the various members 
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company whom she knew stopped by to say how well she had done that morning, 
but she was moody and refused to become involved in a conversation with 
anyone. Even Frank found himself ignored as he tried to cheer her up. 

She finished the meal and asked Clint for another marijuana cigarette which 
he willingly gave her. Then she sat by herself, puffing on the joint and 
mulling over in her head the humiliation she had received that morning from 
the young boy. She recalled how she had writhed in anguish on the bed, 
knowing that she could have cum too if he would have only placed his hand on 
her vagina and listening to him coldly refuse even this modest request and 
walk away. 

She could not, in her entire life, ever recall hating anyone so much as she 
had hated him in that moment! Alright, she decided, they had played games 
with her long enough, she had not the slightest idea what was going to 
happen this afternoon, but she knew that she was going to behave much 
differently and this time, take what she wanted! They had started this fire. 
Now let them put it out! 

The marijuana burned down to the end and she impaled the roach oh a bobby 
pin in order to savor the last few lungfuls of the conscience-crippling 
narcotic. Mel reappeared on the set and she wondered if the script called 
for the two of them to make love. No more skinny boys or fat men! She wanted 
a stud, a stallion, a man big enough to finish what the others had started! 

She was still angry and upset when Bart called for order and told everyone 
it was time to get back to work. The waiter, clearing up the empty plates, 
came over to where Nina was sitting and began to pick up her silverware and 
half-eaten lunch, unable to tear his eyes away from the splendid figure he 
could see underneath the flimsy flowing nightdress. Perversely, she decided 
to stand up at that moment and slip the gown off her shoulders since she 
knew that she would have to be nude in this scene anyway. She watched the 
waiter's eyes widen with lust and the thought of exposing herself like this 
to a total stranger only added to her inner excitement. 

"What's the matter?" she demanded severely as he dropped a spoon on the 
floor. "Is something wrong?" 

"No Ma'am, no ma'am," he stammered, staggering away from her in 
embarrassment. 

"Are you okay, Nina?" asked Jill, approaching her a little timidly. 

"I'm stoned out of my mind and lusty as a bitch in heat," she replied. "This 
next scene had better be an improvement over the last one!" 

"I think it should be," promised Jill. "Listen, Bart's going to explain it 
to us now." 

"If we can get going," shouted the producer, "we have a chance of finishing 
this scene today." When the noise level had subsided, Bart continued in a 
lower tone of voice. 

"All right, you all know the story thus far. Mel is still a captive of the 
prostitutes and the male customers have discovered Nina and they all decide 
to have an orgy, which is what the big set is for. This scene opens with Mel 
already in the room mixing it up with the girls. The five men will bring 
Nina in struggling and kicking, because a gang-fuck is more than she 
bargained for. She sees her lover, Mel, and makes a break for him but the 
men drag her back. When they've done their thing and the prostitutes are 
still working on Mel, he finally breaks loose and jumps on her. Eventually 
the two of them manage to steal away, have some more adventures which we'll 
shoot outdoors and finally live happily ever after. All right! Places 
everyone!" 

Nina saw the group of men who were to be her lovers just off the set and she 
walked over to join them. There was Pete, the fat man, with whom she had 
made love the day before, plus Ted, her experience for the morning, still 
looking sullen, and three other actors, Jim, Manley, and Fred. She had 
chatted with them all at one time or another during breaks, but they were 
still really total strangers to her. 

The cameras rolled and Nina watched as the five prostitutes danced around 
Mel who was naked and stretched out on his back, his hands and legs securely 
tied and his penis drooping and deflated. Then Jill entered, the youngest of 
the prostitutes, but now more or less the leader since her discovery of 
Mel's unusual capabilities. 

"It's my,turn!" cried one of the prostitutes. 

"No, it's mine!" claimed another. "You've had twice as much as I have." 

"Listen girls," said Jill, authority in her voice. "We've got to try a new 
approach. We've worn him out completely and he can't get it up anymore." 

"You mean he won't get it up," accused the red-headed actress. "And he isn't 
even trying. Look, he's got his eyes closed so he won't see us and get 
excited." 

The camera zoomed in on Mel's face at this point and Nina could see that he 
did indeed have his eyes tightly shut, just as he had the day she had 
stripped in his dressing room; Even so, his potent cock was beginning to 
twitch menacingly. "Let me try," said Jill. 

"You're always trying," complained one of the other prostitutes. "It's just 
an excuse." 

"I promise," vowed Jill. "As soon as I get him up, I'll share. On my honor." 

"I could sit on his head and keep him from wiggling," offered Pam helpfully. 

"Pam, that isn't going to help," Jill informed her severely. "With your hot 
pussy, you'd probably smother the poor guy. Now just be patient. Somebody 
put some music on. It'll be easier if he's relaxed." 

A sound technician started a record player and soft dance music filtered 
through a loud speaker. 

"That's better. Now look at me, honey-bunch," Jill said, stationing herself 
between 

Mel's outstretched legs. Mel kept his eyes resolutely shut. 

"Pam he's not cooperating. Tickle his feet." Always ready to do her part, 
the loyal Pam knelt by one of Mel's huge feet and began to tickle him. The 
big man exploded with roars and giggles. 

"Oh, ha ha ha ha, no please, stop that . . . please," he begged, opening his 
eyes. The moment his gaze rested on Jill, he was lost. Standing between his 
knees, the brown-haired girl slipped her robe down off one shoulder and then 
the next, revealing her high, perfectly formed breasts to the actor, whoe 
agile cock began to stir once more. 

"Like the South," breathed Jill in a sultry tone, "you shall rise again." 
And she dropped her robe on the floor, standing naked before him. Then she 
slowly went down on her knees and took his slowly rising cock in her hands, 
chaffing it roughly. Mel reacted to this overwhelming provocation and his 
penis expanded to about half of its maximum size. 

"Now we're getting somewhere," commented Jill in a matter-of-fact tone of 
voices Bending from the waist, she gently pulled back the skin covering the 
red blood-filled tip of his manhood and touched her tongue to the tiny slit, 
holding him tightly in her fist. The camera zoomed in on this obscene 
gesture as Jill slid Mel's now-hardened cock along her tongue towards the 
back of her throat. 

"You're hogging him!" cried the other girls. "He's ready!" 

Jill ignored them and continued sucking hungrily. The prostitutes began 
comically pushing each other out of the way in their impatience to get at 
Mel. Meanwhile off the set, Nina waited and watched with her five supporting 
actors. As Barton had ordered, they all stripped and Nina felt more aroused 
than ever, standing in this tightly enclosed space with five naked men. 

"Wait till we get you out there, baby," someone whispered in her ear, and 
Nina shivered with anticipation, wondering if she was really destined to be 
screwed by all five men. Then Pete, his hands folded across his enormous 
stomach, warned, "Shhhhh! Our cue is coming up." 

Nina looked across the room and saw Frank's arm raised and noted that Pete 
was watching him intently. When the arm dropped, Pete stepped into the 
gigantic bedroom and announced. 

"Ladies, look what we have found!" Nina felt her arms gripped tightly and 
she was propelled out onto the set, a prisoner of the five men. 

"Who is she?" asked the prostitutes in unison. 

"She belongs to the stud, there," responded Pete, pointing to Mel, "And 
we've been amusing ourselves with her while you've been warming up her 
boyfrined. May we join you?" 

"It's a big bed," Jill shrugged. "Just keep out of our way. There are some 
ropes in the corner in case you need them." 

Before she knew what was happening, Nina was stretched out on a huge 
mattress, a pillow inserted under her buttocks and her arms and legs pinned 
to the sides. She struggled, as she was supposed to, but the five men held 
her without difficulty. 

"All right lads, if you'll just hold her arms, I'll do a little business 
here," announced Jim dropping to his knees in front of her. 

"Wait a minute," objected Manley. "Why should you be first?" - "Why should 
anyone be first?" suggested Fred. "Let's do it all at once." 

This suggestion was adopted immediately with Fred running the proceedings 
like a field marshall. 

"Get into position, Ted," he ordered. "We all know what you like to do?" 

Ted smiled sardonically and lay down beside Nina, turning her over on her 
side to give him full access to her backside. One of the other men knelt by 
her stomach and used his hands to spread Nina's white defenseless buttocks 
apart, revealing the soft tender flesh of her already-excited cunt and the 
tiny puckered ring of her anus. She twitched involuntarily as Ted began his 
merciless probing, inserting one finger and then a second into the intimacy 
of her backside. He was even less gentle this time than he had been that 
morning and she groaned piteously as she found herself again being stretched 
and tormented in her nakedly exposed rectum. 

"Relax, you little bitch," she heard Ted snarl and she did her best to let 
the muscles in her buttocks go slack to allow him to enter. But he was 
impatient and lubricating his still-tiny penis with the liquid flowing from 
her vagina, he raised himself on his elbow, slamming forward into her and 
piercing her rectum with one sudden brutal stroke. 

"Aaaaaagh!" she screamed, but the men gave her no time to adapt to the 
situation. 

"All right, Manley," Fred directed. "You get the front. Go to work, man. 
She's a little tight, but I think she can take you." 

Nina turned her head to look at the actor called Manley. He was well named, 
as she quickly determined, focusing her gaze on his startlingly large rod. 
When she had seen him before, he had been in the relaxed state, and had 
seemed approximately the same as the others. Now he was aroused and the 
distinction was clearly visible. 

"Open up, honey," he announced jovially, dropping down on the mattress next 
to her. "I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours a little 
wider for you." 

Quivering with a savage mixture of fright and anticipation, Nina opened her 
thighs as much as she could with Ted skewering her unnaturally from behind. 
His penis had already started its weird process of expansion and she 
wondered desperately if there was room enough in her stomach for these two 
enormous pricks at the same time. Manley took his hard throbbing cock 
between his fingers and guided it forward, making use of its thick rubbery 
head to divide the fleshy trembling lips of her pussy and exposing the pink 
opening to her cunt. Nina turned her head to the pilow as she felt his 
massive pole menace the sensitive ragged edges of her vagina. 

"Oh God, Aaaaaaagh!!!" she gasped again as the tip slipped through, 
stretching the tight rubbery opening until Nina felt as if he would tear her 
into pieces. 

As soon as he had made his entrance, he thrust forward with all his might, 
burying his hardness within her until his balls slapped lewdly against those 
of Ted fucking into her from behind. 

"Oh God," she cried, never having felt so filled in her life, and quivering 
with the humiliation of being double fucked. The two men quickly established 
a mutually satisfactory rhythm, plowing her back and forth between them like 
a helpless rag doll. 

Involuntarily, Nina's body began to react and she started to twitch and 
writhe between the two lustful men, groaning incessantly. 

"She's getting turned on," commented a voice from far above her. 

"Bet your sweet ass, she is," answered another. "Who's next?" 

When Nina felt a pair of knees on either side of her head, she realized that 
not even her mouth would be spared from invasion. 

"Open those lovely lips, baby," commanded another man. "Daddy's got a 
lollipop for you to suck on." 

Without lifting her eyes to see who it was, Nina obediently opened her 
mouth. The actor rubbed his heavy uncircumsized cock around the edges of her 
full red lips before entering her, tormenting her face with the bulbous 
blood-filled tip. Nina began to nibble at it timidly, dismayed at the 
prospect of committing this unnatural sexual act with a man whose face she 
could not even see. While Ted and Manley pummelled her abdomen violently, 
she ran her trembling tongue over the head of his penis, tasting the pungent 
male liquids he was already secreting. Slowly but surely he pushed himself 
further into her and his cock floated on her tongue, tormenting the roof of 
her mouth until she feared she would gag. 

"Suck harder, baby," he ordered and she could feel his hands in her hair. 
Nina began to work in earnest, lashing him with her tongue and sucking as if 
her life depended upon it, her vision restricted to the actor's stomach, the 
black patch of pubic hair and his two sperm-filled balls beating obscenely 
against her chin. She heard the well-oiled wheels of the camera moving and 
knew that the lens must have been moved closer to pick up every detail of 
this hideously depraved scene. She wondered how it would look on film, her 
naked young womanly body being pounded back and forth like a whore between 
the two men below and the long thick cock emerging from her straining 
puckered lips. Somewhere in the back of her head, it occured to her to 
wonder what the two remaining men would do since the three already in her 
had exhausted her supply of available openings. 

"Well lad," she heard Fred's voice above her, "it looks like we have to 
content ourselves with a hand apiece, seeing as how the young lady here is 
just about out of holes." 

Nina's arms were pinned to the floor by the weight of the various bodies 
piled on her and she felt each of the two other men fitting their cocks 
neatly into her outstretched hands. Instinctively she made a fist as soon as 
each penis was in place, and the two men began sawing away between her 
fingers, working hard to catch up with the others. As this lusty wrestling 
match continued, Nina felt a great sensation of peace settle over her. The 
extra-ordinary sexuality of the situation touched something very deep inside 
her woman's psyche and she felt as if she were some sort of primeval 
earth-mother or an ancient pagan fertility goddess in whom all mankind might 
empty their sperm. Any sort of control over her body had been lost a long 
time before. She was now totally in the possession of the five men. She 
could not speak, since her mouth was jammed full of a pulsating gyrating 
cock nor could she move because she was skewered like a chicken on a spit 
between the two men in her front and back. Even her hands no longer belonged 
to her and she gripped the two newcomers as tightly as she could, wanting to 
excite them and to please them as much as she was able. . 

Choked as it was by the actor's massive plunging cock, passionate hums 
issued from Nina's mouth, her face twisted beyond recognition by ecstasy, 
her mouth working and her nostrils flaring. Her body was slippery and soft, 
covering with a light fine layer of sweat and her breath came in harsh 
painful gasps. There was no trace of pain left anywhere in her body and the 
cords in her neck stood out prominently as she writhed in the midst of the 
mountain of naked men. She could no longer be described as rational in any 
real sense of the word and her mind was swamped with the velvety pleasure 
which was sweeping over her body in powerful waves. 

I am giving it to five men at once, she thought, and if I live to be a 
hundred, there will never again be anything remotely like this. 

The double ravishment of her loins was filling her abdomen with a warm 
hungry sensation which seemed to be eating away at her insides and she 
thrashed back and forth under the duel impetus of the two men, trying to 
increase their pleasure and knowing that she was racing towards the orgasm 
which had been denied her for so long. 

The first one started low down in her legs and traveled up her thighs into 
her groin like an express train, spilling into her stomach and chest and 
flooding up into her neck and shoulders. She could not ever remember having 
experienced anything like it and the spasm caused her to tighten her entire 
body, affecting all the men who were fucking into her in various places. 

The man whose cock lay in her left hand suddenly cried out. 

"God, here it comes," and she could feel the hot sticky cum spill over her 
arm, covering her hand and elbow and spurting powerfully as far as her 
shoulder. Ted, whose menacing penis was still embedded in the depths of her 
rectum also came in the same frantic moment. Squealing and clawing at her 
breasts from behind, he shot his heated semen deep up into her hotly milking 
anus, groaning with pleasure as the white milky liquid spurted endlessly 
into the inner-most receptacles of her young body. 

As the man she held in her other hand began gasping and moaning, Nina felt 
her body gather its strength, tense for an instant and then sail into 
another orgasm, only seconds after the first spasm had ended. Ted had 
slipped out of her rectum now and there was more room for her body to flail 
about, her arms and legs thrashing back and forth on the cum-covered 
mattress. The men, over-excited by their total possession of her body, 
redoubled their efforts and as Nina sucked like a crazed woman on the cock 
she still had in her mouth, she could feel the new orgasm sweeping up the 
back of her neck and into her mouth to meet with his. As she opened her 
mouth to scream, the back of her throat was bombarded with a machinegun fire 
of sperm and she lapped it up hungrily, swallowing the hot liquid cum as if 
it were precious food and licking his slowly deflating cock like a mother 
cat cleaning her kittens. 

The third and most powerful orgasm hit her like an express train just as 
Manley, the man who had taken possession of her greedily quivering cunt, 
began to reach his own climax. She clung to him like a terrified child, 
slamming her hips into him, trying to draw the last ounce of strength out of 
his body and into hers. 

"Hold her down!" she heard one of them shout. "She's gone out of her mind!" 

Freed from the other men who had impaled her, Nina concentrated all of her 
efforts on Manley, rolling him forceably over onto his back and thrusting 
herself onto him like a woman possessed. Her nails tore at his shoulders and 
back and she writhed on top of him, trying to drive his ejaculating cock 
deeper and deeper up into her over-stimulated vagina. As Manley, despite his 
valiant efforts to hold back, began to spurt heavy droplets of sperm into 
her belly, the scene on the other side of the room rapidly changed. 

Mel, still playing the role of the simple country boy, raised himself on his 
elbows, snapping the ropes which had been binding him like so many pieces of 
thread and saw his girlfriend, Nina, writhing in the vile embrace of five 
complete strangers, and covered from head to toe with the cum from their 
bodies. Flinging the prostitutes away from him in a burst of lustful rage, 
he hurled his enormous body across the room. Nina was just screaming out her 
latest orgasm when he hit, tearing her violently off of the depleted Manley 
and flinging her into a new corner of the mattress, dripping with sweat, cum 
and the warm orgasmic fluids from her own body. A moment later, he was on 
top of her, his own huge cock still hard after all that the girls had done 
to him. 

Nina, by now, was totally unconscious of the fact that they were all actors 
in a motion picture and had submerged her own personality completely in the 
role she was playing. To her, in that instant, Mel was the love of her life, 
and -she embraced him with a frenzy of passion. He thrust himself into her 
and the two of them began fucking wildly as the other actors and actresses 
formed a wide-eyed- circle around them and watched. Nina was out of her head 
with lust and her orgasm seemed now to be a permanent condition of life. 
Mel, unable ta delay his own climax any longer, added to the cum already 
soaking her body and Nina screamed one last terrible naked scream which 
echoed insanely across the room. 

The cameras rolled to a halt and the actors and actresses lay exhausted on 
the mattress. 

The scene was finished. 

Chapter Eleven 

Even at the end of the summer, the heat in the city was still intense. There 
had been little time over the past few months for picnics at the beach or 
outings into the country and the four were looking forward to a long period 
of relaxation during the autumn. Barton had capitalized on the exceptionally 
fine weather that year to shoot a number of scenes outdoors and it had been 
pleasant swiming naked in cool mountain streams or frolicking on the beach 
for the benefit of the cameras. But the work had been tiring all the same 
and the group had been in a state of high nervous tension for the nine weeks 
it had taken to complete the film. 

They had staked nearly everything on this one motion picture. Clint and 
Frank had borrowed heavily to invest in the film, using their camera 
equipment as collateral for the loan. Even Nina had drawn her meager savings 
out of the bank and Jill's jewelry was all in hock. If the film bombed, they 
were out of business and they all knew it although no one dared even to 
mention the possibility. 

Jill and Nina were at home doing the housework and chattering while both men 
were at the Barton building attending a screening of their film for some 
distributors. Everything rode on what these hard, crafty businessmen thought 
of their work and how much they would offer them for its purchase. The two 
women had decided not to attend the screening, partly to avoid distracting 
attention from the film itself, but mostly because they felt they were too 
nervous to make an effective contribution to the negotiations. 

"Shit, I'm going to get some clothes off," announced Jill. "I wonder if the 
old guy next door has got his binoculars out. It's a great day for 
bird-watching." 

"Who cares?" answered Nina casually. "Besides I think he's far more 
interested in cats than birds." 

"Cats!" the other girl questioned. "What do vou mean?" 

"Well whenever I take a shower, he focuses on my pussy," joked Nina. "The 
guy is a real nature lover. There he is now, hidden behind the curtain." 

"How can you tell he's there?" inquired Jill. 

"Because he always leaves the light on in the bathroom except when he's 
spying on us. Then the lights go out so we can't see him. But you always 
notice that the curtain on his window is moving. He must be breathing hard." 
She stretched languidly as Jill stepped out of her clothes. "Well, I think 
you're right. It's too hot to sit around all bundled up." The slender, buxom 
girl stood next to the open window and stripped off the sweater and skirt, 
pretending to be unconscious of the old man in the next house. Suddenly, 
Jill burst into laughter. ' "What's the matter?" 

"I can't get over you, Nina. I've never seen anyone change so fast in such a 
short period of time. When we first met, you were a virgin who worried about 
her moral standards. Now you're the sexiest woman I've ever met. I think 
you'd walk naked down the street if we'd let you. You ought to be ashamed of 
yourself, deliberately exciting that poor old man." 

"What's to be ashamed of?" retorted Nina calmly. "This is the only pleasure 
he gets out of life. If he gets his cookies watching my boobs through a pair 
of binoculars, then I'm doing him a charitable favor. Besides, he's a nice 
old guy. I think I'll go over there some day and borrow a cup of sugar or 
something and really give him a thrill." 

"You'll give him a heart attack!" laughed Jill. "Really Nina, I can't get 
over you. You're so different now it's amazing." 

"No," replied the young blonde woman thoughtfully, "No, Jill I don't think I 
have changed, really. I don't know how to explain this properly, even though 
I took a course in psychology in college. Before we all met, it was as if I 
was wearing winter clothes all of the time. There was a real Nina underneath 
all those garments, but no one ever saw her, even me. When you and Clint and 
Frank came along and made me take off all my real clothes, you took off my 
mental clothes too. For the first time in my life, I became really free to 
be what I am. I was there all the time, but I was hidden, disguised. Now I'm 
out in the open. I can see myself and other people can see me too, for what 
I really am." 

"But . . . it's still hard to believe. I never thought Frank and Clint could 
get you to do that part. If Faye, that actress, hadn't been sick, this all 
might not have happened." 

"Oh Jill, we can stop pretending about Faye. Frank confessed to me a week 
ago that she never existed. He was right to have done what he did. Had they 
walked in and announced to me some morning that they wanted me to do a sex 
film, I would have blown my top and said no. Tricking me was the only way. I 
don't suppose Frank even knows how to spell psychology, but he understands a 
lot about human nature. I needed some kind of violent trauma, something 
really drastic. That scene where I was taken by five men at once did it for 
me. It was like electroshock treatment. It liberated me from all the 
nonsense I'd been thinking for twenty-three years. My body is beautiful and 
so is yours ind I can understand that now. Love is beautiful and so is sex! 
Am I confusing you?" "No, no," laughed the other girl. "I just never heard 
anyone make a philosophy out of fucking before. You should write a book." 

"If this movie flops, that's what I'm going to have to do. I wonder what's 
keeping those guys? They should be home by now." 

"I just heard a car pull up in front of the house. Maybe that's them," 
speculated Jill, going to the front window. "No, it's a car from the 
telegraph company. We must be getting a cable." 

The doorbell sounded and Jill held a towel over her breasts and answered the 
door. The messenger was an adolescent, obviously still in his teens and 
gaped at Jill comically as he fumbled with the telegram and a pencil. When 
Nina laughed aloud at this ridiculous scene, he noticed her for the first 
time, sitting casually on the sofa and wearing only a skinny pair of 
panties. Jill signed for the telegram while the boy conscientiously studied 
the ceiling and then the floor, accepted his pencil back and staggered out 
of the house, his face bright red. 

"Even the Western Union isn't safe from the new Nina," commented Jill. "This 
is addressed to Clint and Frank." 

"Here they come now," Nina said, hearing the familiar sound of their old car 
entering the driveway. 

The two men burst into the room, obviously in a high state of excitement. 
For the moment, it was not clear whether they were upset or out of their 
minds with joy, "What happened?" demanded Jill. "Stop jumping around and 
tell us what the story is." 

"The story, My Dear Jill," announced Frank theatrically, "is that we have 
got it made. The distributors were climbing all over each other to buy that 
film. Bart simply held an auction and sold it to the highest bidder. The guy 
who bought it paid just over four hundred thousand dollars and he told me he 
expected to make two or three times that with it. Our share of the money 
comes to almost one hundred thousand dollars and Bart has signed a contract 
with us to make four more pictures with him over the next two years. They're 
going to be co-productions and we split the profits right down the middle. 
Nina, I think we may be able to afford a cheap little wedding, what do you 
say?" 

"Hey, if Nina gets married, I want to get married too," announced Jill 
indignantly. "It's about time you made an honest woman out of me, Sargei" 

"Now see what you've gotten me into," roared Clint with mock unhappiness. 
"What's that? A telegram?" 

"You're changing the subject," charged Jill. "But here, read it." 

"It's from Finley!" exclaimed Clint, opening the telegram. "He's the 
producer from Hollywood that Bart knows. He saw our film before the cutting 
was finished, but Bart said that he liked it." 

"So read the telegram!" cried Frank, trying to peer over his friend's 
shoulder. 

"VIEWED YOUR FILM COURTESY BARTON STOP AM MOST IMPRESSED STOP WISH TO OPEN 
NEGOTIATIONS WITH YOUR GROUP FOR WORK ON MAJOR PRODUCTION BEGINNING AFTER 
NEW YEARS STOP AM ABLE TO GUARANTEE LEADING ROLES FOR BOTH LADIES AND 
IMPORTANT DIRECTORIAL POSITIONS FOR BOTH MEN STOP PLEASE NOTIFY SOONEST STOP 
REGARDS FINLEY." Clint read. 

"That means Hollywood!" exclaimed Nina excitedly. "This is too much to 
absorb in one day." 

"We can do another film with Bart this faH," Frank said, already planning 
their schedule. "Then fly to the West Coast for Finley's picture and be back 
here for Spring. I never liked winter in this town anyway." 

"What kind of films does Finley make?" asked Jill. 

"Very serious films," Frank explained. "Hardly a year goes by when he 
doesn't take an Oscar home with him. He's one of the biggest people in the 
industry." 

"You mean he doesn't make smokers, like Bart?" asked Nina. 

"Hell no," Frank assured her. "He likes to make smokers but he makes very 
respectable films. No real screwing in a Finley movie." 

"That's a shame," joked Nina. "I was getting to like it." 

"Well, well just have to work overtime at home keeping you satisfied," Frank 
told her, pulling her into his arms. 

"And you can start right now," Nina replied lustily. "Where's that mattress 
Bart gave ust^ 

"Coming right up, honey. Just go on in there and lie down and open those hot 
little legs of yours wide." 

"And Frank?" Nina looked at him question-ingly. "Do you feel in a charitable 
mood today?" 

"Of course, baby, on a day like today, who wouldn't?" he answered with a 
quizzical look on his face. "Why do you ask?" 

"Well, I just thought that, in that, we were leaving this place, why don't 
we invite that lonely old man next door over to join us for a final fling. 
After all, I've taken on five men at one time, the two of you should be real 
easy." 

"Sure, baby," Frank laughed and moved toward the door. "Ill go over and get 
him right now. But remember, I'm gonna take of you solo from now on. I might 
just get a little bit jealous of my wife getting it all the time from other 
men." 

"Of course, darling," Nina smiled demurely as she walked nakedly toward the 
window. "Just run along and bring him over. I'll be wait-ing..." 


End
