Chapter 16
"You know," she said idly, "you do rather well for a young boy." Elizabeth Conway had regained her composure and was calmly sitting on the edge of the berth replacing her lipstick, her garment down to her ankles once again, the Madonna-like aura surrounding her once again, the only evidence that anything had happened, her flushed cheeks.
But to George her halo had vanished in a babble of obscene words and the most excruciating fuck that he had ever had. No, not even Olga, Mrs. Wainright, Helen or any of her frantic clients could move the way she could, could fuck the way she could. He smiled inwardly at the casual way she had referred to undoubtedly the best fuck she had ever had too. He had grown used to this. Without exception none of the thirty-ish women that he had fucked and most of them were in that age group, had ever given him the compliments that he deserved over the unequalled thrills that he had given them. They always adopted an attitude that seemed to say that they had been mildly interested in going to bed with him just for the unique experience of having a youth fuck them, never daring to admit to him that he had thrilled them as no man, or woman for that matter, had. However the dead giveaway was that they always came back for more, sheepishly because they knew that he must know, but never willing to admit the fact.
And so it was with the aristocratic star. She at least had admitted that he had done "rather well," but it seemed like a left-handed compliment after their tempestuous fuck. George was excited, not so much by her animal-like behavior, but from the incredible possibilities that were open to him. As much as he had enjoyed the debauchery that had occurred night after night at Helen's, he knew that he would be an old man before his time under such conditions; he would go downhill faster than an alcoholic or a dope addict. Now once again if he played his cards right he could live in the lap of luxury with only this amazing star's sexual cravings to take care of. He decided to tease her a little to see just how much his great cock had meant to her.
"You weren't too bad either, lady," George said as he hoisted his limp but still elongated shaft in the air, holding it before his open fly for a moment so that she might drool over it, then stuffed it in and zipped up, then walking toward the compartment door. "I better go, I get off at Indian Head Lake."
"Wait-wait," she exclaimed, gesturing towards him with her graceful hand, unable to disguise her frantic tone, "I'm getting off there also. I have to make a personal appearance at a summer stock theater."
"What do you mean 'personal appearance,' do you clean up after the show or something?"
"Good heavens no," she laughed. "I ... I'm an actress, I'm surprised you haven't seen me in the movies."
"Aw shucks, I only go to see monster pictures ... you been in any of them?"
She burst into peals of laughter over this, then giggled, "No I'm afraid not, just the opposite. I'm usually in love stories."
"Oh those nudies ... I tried to get in to see one once and the manager said I wasn't old enough. Judging from a few minutes ago you should really be a star in them ... "
"Oh my goodness no," she blushed. "I act in love stories ... old fashioned love stories."
"Aw those mushy things, I can't stand them."
"You know, sonny, there's one type of movie that you could be a REAL big star in."
"Yeah, what're they called?"
"Pornographic ... you don't know what the word means of course but they're something like 'nudies' but they go just a bit further ... I ... even have a little company of my own that makes them. I get lots of tax-free money that way. Also I get a strange kick out of acting in them myself occasionally."
"But don't your fans recognize them?" George asked breathlessly, realizing the bombshell she had just dropped in his lap.
"Well first of all the type of person who goes to see my films wouldn't be caught dead at a pornographic film ... anyway I have a make-up artist change my features completely so that I'm not taking any chances with my career ... are you interested?" she asked, her jutting breasts shaking with her excited breathing.
"How far would I have to go?" George asked, trying to disguise his interest, "as far as ... we went?"
"Even farther."
"Even FURTHER ... how can you go any further?"
"Oh why don't we leave the details till later ... if you'll say yes I'll get down on my knees and French you right where you are."
"French me ... what's that."
"Suck your cock, silly."
She sucked his cock.
They got off the train together and found a sizable group of her friends awaiting her. She coquettishly held down her skirt so that no more than her ankle was revealed as though it were Victorian times. George was delighted to see that a chauffeur-driven limousine awaited them as she stood for a few minutes signing autographs.
Later when they entered a luxurious hotel that bordered the lake, George was amazed that it took four bellhops to carry her luggage. They were ushered into the V.I.P. suite and George was amazed once again as she handed each one a ten dollar bill. Brother, had he struck it rich.
"I have to get ready for my afternoon appearance," she said sweetly as the astounded bellhops left. "Why don't you take a nap? You didn't have any sleep last night, you must be dead. Before you do though, would you mind calling up the local camera store and rent a sixteen millimeter movie projector for me? ... make sure it takes sound and ask them to send a portable screen with it."
George awakened to the intoxicating aroma of a fragile French perfume and a pair of soft lips pressed to his forehead. He opened his eyes to an intricate series of dark and light patterns, then he realized that it was Elizabeth, with her black lace mantilla draped over his face.
"You DID have quite a nap, didn't you?" she cooed as she pressed the tips of her slender fingers against his cheeks, fingering the boyish hairlessness of him. "Now get up, it's time for the 'early show.'"
As George rose to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and tried to shake the cobwebs from his brain, she went to her luggage and took out a large reel of film from a case. She went to a table where an impressive looking movie projector had been set up and expertly threaded the film.
"Gee you're pretty good at that," George admired. "What is it, 'The Roadrunner?'"
"No, I'm afraid you won't see much road running in this film, they'd all be arrested," she giggled as she walked around the room turning off the lights, finally seating herself in a large upholstered chair by the projector. "Come sit in my lap and watch the show."
"Oh, I'm too heavy for that," George said, irked a bit that she was treating him like a child.
"Oh, you're really a small boy ... most of your weight is in your ... well, you know what I mean," she giggled.
"It's good for you that I have it where it counts most," he said proudly, as he walked towards her, lewdly thrusting his slim hips forward to emphasize the massiveness of his crotch area.
"Georgie, that's a terrible way for a boy to speak," she said with feigned irritation. "Mommy doesn't like to hear you talk naughty like that."
"Oh, so she's the type that likes to make believe that there is a mother-son relationship ... I've run into that before a few times," George mused. "It gets me excited too, this should be fun."
He sat down on her lap and wiggled his shoulders between her big orbs, enjoying the warm sensation of her big nipples burning through his thin summer shirt. She sighed and flicked on the projector, then dropped her hands on his thighs, leaving them there in a relaxed way.
The picture, in full color and sound, started in an innocent enough way. The scene was the living room of an apartment, with a blonde seated on a couch casually reading a magazine, her black nyloned legs crossed, the top one waving back and forth in that maddening way women have when they are irritated, or when they crave something and in this case George was certain that it was a big fat cock.
Then he let out a gasp as his eyes became accustomed to the bright light on the screen and he could see her more clearly. At first the blonde had seemed terribly fat, but then he realized that all of her fat was in her bust, it was immense, making Helen's seem like Twiggy's. The doorbell rang and she got to her feet; George gasped again. Her melons were so gigantic that they overlapped all of her rib-cage, their bottom edges almost at her navel. Her long, slender legs, clad in their exciting covering of sheer black nylon seemed to start directly below her breasts, giving the impression that nature hadn't bothered to give her a torso. A tight silk frock did its best to contain the twin monsters, but as she walked towards the door they flopped about so wildly that George fully expected bits of material to explode all over the room.
"She really has a pair of hangers, doesn't she?" Elizabeth gushed into George's ear, seemingly as excited by their sight as he was; giving George the impression that at one time or another she had seen them at close range, VERY close range. Well if it was the last thing he did, he was going to see them at close range too. They were so huge that he could love them with both hands and both bare feet too. The intensity of the star's breathing increased in George's ear as he felt fingers fumbling at his fly. "I had a terrible time getting her to act in my films ... the moment I saw her working in a department store I knew she could make me a fortune ... well it cost me a fortune to sign her up."
"What's her name?" George gasped.
"Dolly ... she never has revealed her last name for reasons that will be obvious as the film progresses," the star said excitedly as she reached into George's open fly and unbuttoned his underpants, then sliding her cool fingers inside to probe the immensity of his expanding cock. "Oh what a team you two could make. I'd bill you as 'the couple with the mostest.'"
The fantastic blonde opened the door to a grotesque giant of a man, so huge that he filled up the entire doorway. He grinned, exposing a set of irregular, smoke-stained teeth. "I've come fer the rent, lady."
"I'm afraid I don't have the rent for you today," the blonde cooed in a deep, throaty voice.
"Aw have a heart, lady ... I just fucked the broad next door fer her rent," he said wearily.
"O.K. so if it's variety you want, this time you'll get Frenched," she giggled as she grabbed his coat and dragged him into the room.
Elizabeth's breathing was now a wild torrent in George's ear as she hoisted his great pole from his trousers and began to give it a slow jerk.
"O.K.-O.K ... but I wanna feel them big tits a yers first, they're really somethin'", he said as he stared down at what George was certain was the deepest cleavage in the world
"Oh you like my titties, do you," she said wickedly, shaking her torso so that her monstrous orbs flopped about like twin balloons in a gale, at the same time reaching down and deftly unzipping his fly. "How would you like to fuck me there?"
His pig eyes narrowed and George could see that he was getting excited as he reached out and yanked the thin straps to her gown down over her shoulders and two monstrous mounds of molescent flesh plopped into view, capped by brownish aureoles the size of grapefruits. The great, fiery-red nipples centered therein were as long as most men's limp cocks ... in short she was breathtaking.
"Now watch what she does next," the star whispered excitedly, "she really knows how to use her tits.
It didn't take the blonde long to prove it to George as she sank to her knees, at the same time hoisting a rampant cock from his trousers. It was a formidable weapon indeed, not so long or as fat as George's, but after all whose was. She didn't have to hold it up, it was like a steel poker, ramrod stiff and ready for action.
The blonde lifted her great melons up and sucked her great nipples into further erection, her avid eyes staring at his great cock-head dripping fluid on the rug. Then as though she were wearing inflated balloons for mittens she lifted them up on either side of his long shaft and clapped them together, his massive prick now a delighted prisoner of the foam rubber-like softness of her great orbs.
George was flabbergasted. Never had he seen anything equal to it. She had moved her breasts about as though they weren't attached to her body, first to her lips, then almost a foot away to envelop his cock. Somewhere nature had missed, all women should have tits like this. It added a new, exciting dimension to sex.
Then she leaned forward and an incredible thing happened. The giant head of his prick burst through her cleavage like a giant missile, bursting clear of the water from an underwater atomic submarine. She opened her lush lips wide and took it into the boiling confines of her mouth. Once her lips clamped down on it she became carnivorous. The sound track gave off loud, wet, sucking sounds as she literally gobbled up the juicy cock-head, her blonde hair flailing back and forth as she jerked her head violently from side to side.
George hardly noticed as Elizabeth twisted him on her lap and jammed her own lush lips over his knob and worked just as greedily on it as the blonde was in the film. Then the blonde drew back, the giant's slippery knob slipping from her mouth and his rock-stiff pulsating tool vanished once again into the chasm between her monstrous balloons. She moved back and forth rapidly now, her woman created cunt of breast flesh now as well lubricated with his sex juices as her cunt would be. Only this way she was able to create much more friction by jamming her great orbs around his cock with all of the strength in her strong arms.
As his cock would emerge from her cleavage, the blonde would cling to it with her eager lips for a moment then emerge from her mouth with a loud smacking sound as his prong started its return journey into the deep depths of her cleavage.
As the blonde worked away in her wanton fashion on the giant's staff, George was becoming increasingly aware of the fiery sensations that the star was creating with her own ravenous lips, her mantilla-covered head bobbing up and down, her eyes at all times glued to the frantic action that was taking place on the screen.
Then George felt his balls begin to pulsate as the sperm gathered for its upward journey and at the same moment he saw the giant tense. Simultaneously two female heads were literally blasted off the heads of two cocks. Neither as expert as Terry had been, both experienced great difficulty in regaining their mutual prizes as blast after blast spewed into their faces, ricocheting in all directions, both on the screen and live in the V.I.P. suite.