Chapter 3
The next morning the three girls made their way to the local jeweler's. It was a warm, muggy morning; the sky was overcast, and the air itself was heavy with moisture and smog. Lyn, Mary, and Anita were in high spirits despite the gloomy weather. They took the bus to the center of the city, and from there they walked through the narrow and crowded streets of the business district Lyn was silent; she was toying with the idea of opening a dress shop, calculating silently the cost of the rent, upkeep, and stock of each store they passed. But Mary and Anita argued the value of Lyn's bag. They finally decided that it was worth at least ten thousand dollars and let it go at that.
A little old man with grey, balding hair, a thick pair of horn-rimmed glasses, and a wrinkly suit that hung on him like a burlap sack draped haphazardly over a scarecrow, was struggling with the iron gate that protected his shop from vandals overnight The girls stood directly in front of the shop and watched the proceedings. Lyn and Anita chewed gum loudly, and Mary simply stared. The man, as if aware of his audience, put on a great show. He put both of his hands underneath the bottom of the gate, crouched like a professional weight-lifter, and began to lift the gate inches at a time. His face turned red, then purple, and then a dark black. He breathed loudly and grunted softly under his load. It was no longer a gate that he was lifting; it was the whole burden of his life: all the robberies, the senseless vandalism, and financial worries that had beset him since he opened his shop over twenty years before. When he had the gate lifted over his head, he stepped to the other side of it He pulled a paper bag that was sprawled on the street side of the gate across the imaginary boundry with his left foot. He stared straight at the girls and released his hold on the gate. It slammed to the concrete sidewalk with a tremendous crash, separating the Jeweler from his three prospective customers. He smiled at them grimly and took off his hat to greet them.
"If you will be kind enough to wait right there, I will be with you in a minute."
The girls waited, annoyed at having to wait so long on such urgent business, as the old man fumbled with his keys and proceeded to unlock his store. He stepped to the other side of the door, pulled his paper bag across the thresh-hold, and shut the door behind him. Lyn began to pace back and forth in front of the store. Anita and Mary tried to carry on a casual conversation, but the effort proved too much, and their talk died into silence. Ten minutes later, the man reappeared at the door. He stepped outside and advanced to the iron gate. He pushed it up a few inches with the palms of his hands and crouched to go into his weight lifting act again. This time, however, the girls ran to the gate, and sticking their hands through the chain links of the gate, they all heaved together. The man was left crouching with his hands held palm upward in front of him staring blankly into space. The girls pushed past him and stormed into the shop. They advanced to the counter in the back of the dimly lit store, and Lyn threw the contents of her pouch on the counter top. The man slowly followed them, walked behind the counter, and picked up one of the gold coins to examine it. Lyn and Anita chewed their gum; the sound of the biting and slurping filled the store. After what seemed like hours, the old man put the gold down and looked directly over Lyn's head.
"Where did you say you got this ... merchandise from?"
"I didn't," Lyn replied, "how much is it worth?"
"As a matter-of-fact, it's not worth anything. This is contraband treasure. It was stolen over three years ago from the royal treasury of Botonko, along with quite a few other caches of rare and valuable artifacts. If it was smelted down into pure gold, it might be worth, oh say...." The man continued to stare over their heads. His eyes were motionless, but you could almost hear the sound of his brain calculating furiously. The girls waited for his answer, their mouths hanging open in anticipation.
"Twenty," he said finally with an air of absolute finality.
"Twenty what?" the three girls cried as one.
"Why, twenty thousand dollars, of course," the man replied with a puzzled expression on his face as he watched the girls dance around his dark and somber store in glee.
"However!" the man continued ominously, freezing the three dancing girls in front of him at once. "However. The merchandise is worthless. It is illegal to smelt down contraband platinum. If I were you, I would bring the platinum to the proper authorities immediately."
"Platinum!" Mary responded, "I thought it was gold."
"Yes, it's a very clever job really. An art of alchemy that has disappeared from our modern world, Why these coins are over two thousand years old. They were coined in Botonko when it was still a province of the Abyssinian Empire. I must thank you for allowing me to see them, but I must ask you to leave immediately. T have no desire for the curse of Concho-Concho to land . upon my aged brow."" The girls were dumbfounded, but the man was insistent He pushed them out into the street and locked the door firmly behind them. They were about to leave when a card was slid under the door by the old man behind it It was a simple business card which read: "Joe Stern, Metallurgist, 333-3699."
Lyn stood glaring at the card until Mary grabbed it from her hands and walked over to a phone booth. She shut the door behind her and emerged a few seconds later with a big smile on her face. They were to meet Mr. Stern at his office immediately; he was waiting for them.
Mr. Stern's "office" was a dilapidated warehouse near the docks. They walked around the outside of the building looking for the entrance. As they turned the last corner, they were greeted by a very dapper looking man of about thirty years old. He ushered them into his office studio. It was a huge shell of a building covered by a two foot deep layer of debris. Light filtered through the dirt-stained windows that lined the walls of the building. In the middle of the one room, which was about the size of a football field, there was a desk and four chairs. Mr. Stern sat behind the desk, the girls sat in front of it Arrangements were concluded hurriedly, and the girls got up to leave the rotting building, half afraid that the creaking noises they heard over their heads were the sounds of the roof about to crash down on them. Mr. Stern had another idea, however. As they had talked, his eyes had been riveted on the bodies of these gorgeous young girls in front of him. He told them that he did other things beside his smelting. He was, it turned out, also a movie producer. He offered each of the girls a part in his new film. They were delighted to accept. It just so happened that Mr, Stern was starting to shoot his newest production on that very afternoon, and if the girls could make it, the jobs were theirs.
The girls returned to the warehouse that afternoon to begin their new careers. Lyn was a bit reticent at first, thinking that a girl as wealthy as herself did not have to demean herself by earning her living, but her vanity finally got the better of her, and she decided to go along with the idea.
When the girls arrived, Mr. Stern and three associates were busy shifting the debris from one side of the warehouse to the other. The desk and chairs were thrown in a heap against the far wall, and in the middle of the warehouse there were now three full-size beds lined in a row, one next to the other.
Joe introduced his three associates: Mr. Smith, Mr. Jones, and Mr. Doe ("Just call me Johnny," the last one said as he was named). There were floodlights positioned over each bed, and Joe Stern held a small movie camera in his hands as he explained the premise of the movie.
"Tins is what you call your slice of life cinema, you know. The premise is, that you three girls want to get laid, you know. You're really horny and all. You think youse can handle that?"
The three girls nodded their heads very seriously.
"Good. Now these three gentlemen just happen to wander into this deserted warehouse and find you three horny girls waiting to get laid, and you three rape them, you know. You jump all over them. Think ya can handle that?"
The three girls were positioned on the beds, and the three men went outside to make their entrance for Joe's camera.
"Where are the mikes?" Anita asked, wondering how they had disguised them, and where she should direct her lines.
"Very sensitive omni-directional mikes embedded in the ceiling. You can't see them, but they'll pick up every single sound you make. Don't worry, and remember, act horny."
The girls laid on the bed and waited. The doors opened and the three middle aged men ran into the room, stumbling over debris as they raced toward the beds. The girls raised themselves up. Lyn took off her blouse and rubbed her tits seductively. Anita began to finger herself. Mary removed all of her clothes and waited, spreadeagled on the bed. Mr. Smith approached Lyn's bed at a dead run and threw himself into the bed like a fullback diving for a touchdown. He buried his head into Lyn's full chest and licked her nipples to life. He kneeled above her-and began to remove his clothes as she wiggled on the bed underneath him. Growing impatient, Lyn began to help him. She pulled his pants and shorts down around his knees as he struggled with his shirt and tie. Taking his swollen cock in both hands, she began to cover it with kisses. The man groaned and lost interest in his shirt buttons. Lyn saw the camera trained upon her and enveloped the man's dick with her lips. Mr. Smith groaned at the mikes imbedded in the ceiling as he felt her tongue working its way up and down his throbbing rod, and Lyn's fingers working into his ass hole. Lyn removed the cock from her mouth and followed the shaft down to his balls with her tongue. The man held her head as she began to take one of his tender gonads into her mouth. She swirled it with her tongue as the man writhed with pleasure above her.
Anita, meanwhile, had thrown Mr. Jones to the bed underneath her without giving him a chance to take off a stitch of his clothing. She knelt over his face waving her hairy muff inches from his mouth as she fingered herself with glee. The man's tongue reached out to catch the precious drops of pussy juice as they trickled down her hands.
The man's cock felt like it would rip through his suddenly too tight underwear and explode, through the crotch of his expensive trousers. He struggled to free it while he lapped up the drops of jism flowing into his mouth. Anita, meanwhile, continued to sway above him. She was dressed normally wearing a short skirt with no panties to encumber her delicious pussy, and a skimpy halter top that if anything added to the desirability of her two mounds of breast that swelled from her chest Anita finally lowered her crotch onto the man's mouth and allowed his tongue free passage into her dark red cunt He stopped trying to free his aching cock and devoted himself to her wet, hot twat, devouring her flowing juices with a frenzy of slurps as Anita humped into him. She turned herself around as she hovered over his face, and he ran his tongue down the slit of her cunt and underneath her torso until he reached the beginning of her ass slit She reached down to his zipper to free his bulging hard-on from the confines of his pants. It bounced to life gratefully, and as Anita lowered her mouth to it the man thrust his hips almost involuntarily and shoved the whole thing into Anita's mouth. She was startled at first and tried to pull it out Then she saw the camera trained upon her; she shoved the rest of the silky smooth cock into her mouth and gurgled for the benefit of the mikes over her head. The man returned to her crotch and began to tingle the sensitive nub of her clit with the tip of his tongue. Anita forgot about the camera and threw herself into the 69 with gusto.
Mary was motionless on the bed. Mr. Doe, or Johnny as he preferred to be called, stood over her for a split second, ripping off his clothes and taking in the expanse of her glorious body. The light red hair between her legs matched the long silken hair that lay around her head on the bed like a crimson halo. Her breasts stood out from her body even as she was stretched out on the bed. Her skin was smooth and covered with light, downy peach fuzz as she wiggled beneath him. When Johnny was completely naked, he mounted her. Her cunt lips were wide open to receive him and well lubricated in expectation of his cock. He slid himself into her wetness and slowly began to thrust in and out of her. Mary felt a little cheapened by the whole thing and had a vague suspicion that the film in Mr. Stern's camera was as imaginary as the omni-directional mikes in the ceiling, but as Mr. Doe thrust his swollen cock in and out of her, she felt herself responding with thrusts of her own.
She lifted her legs up into the air to make his penetration deeper. He grasped onto her breasts with both hands as he pumped into her, and she liked the feel of his rough hairy hands on her delicate flesh. She hooked her legs around his ass to drive him deeper into her. His cock was not large, but Mary didn't care much. She liked the sensation of the penis inside of her. With her legs she pushed the man further up her body so that the shaft of his cock would rub against her clit Her hands were stretched over her head, offering the man a full helping of her lust swollen breasts and nipples. She moved her hands around his shoulders and pressed her mouth into his, driving her muscular young tongue into his mouth. He reached down under her ass with both his hands and pushed her hips roughly against his pulsating cock. She felt an old, familiar, warm feeling creeping up from inside of her and struggled toward orgasm, trying to black out the sordidness of her surroundings and the strangeness of the man pumping away at her. She felt the first wave of her come and clawed frantically at the man's back urging him to fuck her harder and deeper:
"More, give me more! Fuck harder! Oooowwwwww!"
Her come exploded over her, and the camera moved in for a close up of her lust contorted face as she screamed. When Mr. Doe heard her cries of pleasure, he could hold back no longer.
He dug his hands harder into the flesh of her ass, wringing the firm and meaty white flesh as he shot gallons of sperm into the frantic girl underneath him. His fingers pushed their way into her ass and explored the porthole of her tight hole, driving the girl deeper into her come. Mary contracted the walls of her vagina to wring every drop of sperm out of the cock inside of hen When the man was finished pumping, she pushed the body from off her body and squirmed around on the bed to lick the excess sperm and cunt juice from the dwindling tip of the cock. The man pulled away as he felt her tongue on his super-sensitive, throbbing cock-head. But Mary was persistent, and soon she had coaxed the cock back to life. She took the length of it in her mouth and she kneeled over the man and lowered her pussy, brimming to the edge of her bright red lips with semen and her own come, into the man's face. Once again, he hesitated as if afraid to commit himself to so perverted an act in front of his friends. But then he dug into the bubbling cunt with a frenzy, relishing the taste of his own sperm as it gurgled down his throat He sucked her out and felt his cock beginning to grow inside of the mouth of the sexy young redhead that was working on it. What joy!
Mary too felt the prick swelling in her mouth. She loved the taste of the left over sperm that hung on his cock. She loved the taste of her own pussy and licked her own lubricant from off the hard on as the stranger drove it in and out of her mouth. She had never tasted sperm or cunt before and was anxious for more. She opened her mouth wide and guided the penis as it rammed into her. Once the cock entered the opening of her throat, and she gagged for a second. But the thought of the mushroom tipped cock fucking her throat really turned her on, and soon she was gasping with delight whenever the prick reached her throat opening. She played with the man's balls as she sucked. The sight of the hairy egg-shaped mounds jiggling before her was a real turn on! She had never realized before how much she loved to fuck and suck. The cock grew larger and larger inside of her. She was afraid that her teeth would scrape it as the thick prick scraped against them on the way to the back of her mouth hole. The smell of it filled her nostrils. She waited for the spasmodic eruptions that would signal the explosion of warm, sticky liquid that she was waiting for.
Mr. Stern held the camera inches away from Mary's lips as the prick was shoved in and out of her.
"Mmmmpfff!"
Mary felt herself coming but was unable to voice her satisfaction with the blood gorged penis rocking steadily in and out of her mouth. She continued to come as Mr, Doe licked the last remnants of his own sperm from her cunt, and as she did so she hummed contentedly.
"Nnnnmmmmhhhh! Nngggghhhhhh!"
The man's cock vibrated as she hummed, growing incredibly thick and large inside her already aching mouth. He had come only two minutes before, and although the pleasure was almost unbearable, it took a long time for his balls to fill with enough fluid to shoot. But the more Mary hummed, the faster Johnny pumped into her, and the larger his cock grew. Soon his thighs were shaking uncontrolably, his ass quivered, and his come began to shoot up from his balls in long, violent pumps as the girl hummed on his skin flute.
"Mmmmmmhhhhhh! Uunnnngggghhhh!!!!"
Mary's humming became squeals of delight as she felt the first warm squirt of jism flow into her mouth. The man drove his cock into her. He reached it inches down her throat and let loose a tremendous load of sticky, sour semen. He pulled it back to her lips and shot yet another load straight down the middle of her tongue. Mary rolled the fluid around her mouth, savoring the full bouquet of its taste.
She swallowed quickly as she felt the cock plunge back into her mouth with a "Smack!"
Again and again the man filled her to the brim with his sperm. She fought for breath as it trickled out of her mouth. She tried to push it away from her, but it kept on spurting into her until the man was doubled over on the bed in pain. His balls ached from being sucked dry and he rolled into a ball at the top of the bed. The two of them lay there exhausted and watched the action going on around them.
Lyn and Anita had already switched partners and continued to fuck for the benefit of the camera that followed their every move. Lyn was being humped doggy-style as she stuck her ass as far up into the air as it would go. Her head rested on the mattress of the bed, and she swung her hair wildly as the man relentlessly filled her blond pussy full of meat roll. He gripped her by the hips and pulled the girl against his groin each time he thrust into her. From time to time, he pulled completely out of her and hovered for a second above her asshole before plunging his huge, red prick between her legs and back into the warmth of her pussy. He reached all the way back as he pumped into her and slapped her harshly across her firm, white buttocks. Lyn squealed in delight as she felt his hand crashing against her flesh, and his prick storming into her vagina. The slapping continued, and the man got carried away. Lyn reached behind her with one hand and gripped the man's balls. He slapped her powerfully across her red cheeks, and she squeezed hard on his balls. The man screamed, but continued to pump. Lyn squeezed again, and in retaliation, the man pulled his cock out of her cunt and plunged it into her ass. The cock was big, but couldn't compare to the size of the cock on the man who had fucked Lyn's ass on the boat. She tensed for a moment as he entered her still sore ass, but the coating of come juice from her cunt eased him in and out of her ass with comfort and began to soothe her ravaged muscles. Soon she was squirming her ass into the man, urging him to let go and shoot his load up her ass. She longed to feel it seeping up inside her. She pleaded with him to fuck her, speaking in a phony stage voice towards the ceiling, hoping that her sexy voice would not be lost in the space that separated her from the ceiling, "I'm so horny, I want you to fuck me with your hard, hot cock. I'm so horny to be fucked. Fuck me, fuck me!"
Luckily, the man pumping his cock into her needed no urging. The sight of her naked quivering body underneath his, completely at his mercy, willing to do anything at all to satisfy him, really turned him on. He gazed at his aching cock each time it plunged out of her asshole amazed at how red and swollen it was. He looked at his friend and Anita fucking like mad on the next bed. He reached down under the chest of the blond girl at his mercy and squeezed her tits together. She loved it. She licked his fingers as he tweaked her helpless tits. He plunged into her ass again and again. It was so tight around his prick. So warm and smooth! Finally, he could hold back no longer. He felt his orgasm welling up from inside of himself. He reached down to the girl's cunt and stroked her clit until it was bulging up out of her blond cunt hairs like a swollen thumb. He stuck first one ringer and then another into her quivering cunt as he exploded into orgasm. The walls of her ass-hole seemed to close tighter around his cock as he pumped his load of sperm home. His cock blooped in and out of her shithole as she squirmed underneath him. She looked back over her rounded ass, wide eyed at the sight of his big, hot cock pumping into her tender hole. He continued to pump as she puckered her lips in satisfaction.
Anita was getting along nicely with her companion. She sat on his cock and danced above him, wiggling her tits into his face. She felt the cock reaching up far inside of her and thought of herself being filmed. She pictured her exploits on the screen of the neighborhood movie theater, and the thought of all those men sitting in the dark and jerking off wishing that they could have a crack at her perfect body made her nipples stand on edge and a shiver run down the back of her spine. She supported herself over the man by placing a hand on either side of his head. Her huge breasts hung down into his mouth as he struggled to fit both of her massive nipples into his mouth.
It was not an easy task!
Her nipples were swollen with lust. They covered the tops of her tits. The points of them stuck out two inches in front of her when she was excited, and she was excited now. The man sucked on the nipples like a little baby. He drew one into his mouth and felt it swell beneath all of his loving attention. They were the largest nipples it had ever been his pleasure to suck. As he kept one in his mouth, he twisted the other tit around trying to get the erect nipple on the edge of it into his mouth to keep the other one company. Anita squealed as she felt the second nipple being taken into his mouth.
The two nipples rubbed against each other in his mouth. He swirled them together contentedly, enjoying the soft, succulent taste of the pink flesh in his mouth. Anita was careful to always apply a liberal amount of tasty blush to her nipples before she left the house each morning, and she had applied a double portion when she heard that she was going to be in a movie. The man loved the dusky sweet taste and crooned in satisfaction, drawing the two nipples even further into his mouth.
Anita kept her cunt impaled on the tip of the man's cock. Only the tip of his long, thick prick was nestled between the softness of her twat lips. She inched down on his rod until, it was fully embedded into her love tunnel. She stopped after she had swallowed it all and let it pulsate within her causing the man to suck even harder on her erect nipples. Anita slowly scraped her vagina back up the man's shaft As he felt her tight, little pussy withdrawing itself, he pumped furiously upward with his hips, but to no avail, as Anita pulled her hips upward faster than he and left his cock shivering with cold in the air beneath her. He groaned loudly in frustration as he sucked, but Anita laid down the law to him:
"You want to fuck my pussy, honey, you got to let me set the pace. You understand, lover? You just lay back and relax and let me do the fucking. You move and I'll just take my cunt elsewhere, you understand?"
The man groaned his assent, and Lyn proceeded to envelop his cock with her wet, juicy cunt She felt the tip of his cock, swollen with pleasure, make its way through her cunt She slowly pulled her hips back again until the cock was out in the air and then repeated the process. The mushroom tip of the cock spread the lips of her cunt as it burrowed into her. She crooned to herself as she felt it She began to move a bit faster in the heat of the moment and had to make an effort to slow herself down. She stopped for a moment as the cock throbbed beneath her. She looked to her right and then to her left and saw that both of her friends were thoroughly occupied. She pulled her tits out of the lucky man's face and lowered her mouth onto the man's cock.
Anita had never willingly sucked on a cock before. She thought it was demeaning and unlady-like. But when she had been raped the other night on the stage, she found to her great surprise that she loved the taste of cock; she loved the feel of it in her mouth; she loved to spread her full, red lips around the head of the cock and suck it all into her mouth, and she did so now. The man almost came right there, and only some quick thinking on Anita's part saved the day. She gripped the cock around the base of the shaft when she felt the uncontrolable throbbing in her mouth and squeezed with all her might. The sperm fought to escape; the man writhed in helpless agony beneath her, but Anita was adament. She forced every drop of sperm back into the-man and went back to fucking.
Anita lowered her breasts into the man's mouth in order to placate him. He eagerly returned to her huge nipples and sucked away. She lowered herself onto his sore and bloated cock and hugged it with the walls of her vagina. She raised herself up again and nuzzled the angry red tip against the slit of her crotch. It felt good against her throbbing clit, and Anita sighed out her next order to her helpless victim:
"O K honey, now you can get your rocks off. I'm ready for you. But not inside of me. I want you to cover my tummy with come. Go ahead, honey, Ah know you can do it"
Anita spread the lips of her slit to allow him free acess to her clit. The man pumped against the dripping red flesh offered to his throbbing cock. He rubbed back and forth against her until waves of hot pleasure swept over Antita's body.
"Ooohhh, good, that's real fine, honey! Ohhhhhh!!"
Anita came again and again. Mr. Jones was ready to douse her firm tummy with jism. He arched his back and pressed his cock hard against her unbelievably smooth skin. She squealed as the first shot of come trickled up her skin. The man shot again, and the come reached her breasts this time. Anita gave a quick look to both sides and saw no one looking, She bent 'down quickly and took the rest of the come in her mouth. She grabbed his cock with both hands and sucked furiously, thirsty for the taste of sperm. The man felt himself shoot again and again. He thought he would never finish coming and wailed in pleasure at the relief of his pent up sperm bursting from his balls and shooting into the eager mouth of the beautiful girl.
"Arghhh! Suck it! Suck me off!!!"
His cries brought the attention of the whole cast. They stared in fascination as Anita finished sucking the last few precious drops from the cock in her mouth.
Anita blushed a deep red when she was finished. :She felt humiliated by her own passion for sperm, but she couldn't help sucking this cock in her mouth.
When they were all finished Mr. Stern put his camera down and called a close to the day's shooting.
"That was great!" he cried enthusiastically, "Why don't we take a break now and finish up later. All right crew?"
The men dragged themselves wearily to their feet and dressed quickly. Mr. Stern walked to the door with them, and bills changed hands. From what Mary could see, it appeared that the men paid Joe rather than the other way around. Suddenly she knew that the whole thing had been a fake. Mr. Stern had merely pretended to be filming their fuck session! He was really charging these business men for their afternoon lays just like any other pimp would!