Chapter 17
George was shook up. It hadn't occurred to him that the room would be brilliantly lit up with floodlights; it looked so natural on the screen. It hadn't occurred to him that there would be a cameraman, a sound technician and a lighting specialist. But most of all it hadn't occurred to him that there would be a director, especially a director who was looking at his hanging cock and balls as though he were a gourmet licking his lips over a delectable meal.
The technicians were completely oblivious of him and this was fortunate, as they busied themselves with readying their equipment, while Elizabeth Conway was readying George's equipment by anointing his cock and balls with baby oil till they shone like well-waxed wood.
"It comes through better on the film if your cock glows like a beacon," she had said. "It drives women wild and they usually turn to their husbands and snap, 'Why doesn't your mangy old thing shine like that?'"
Yes he was shook up, but not so much so that he wasn't delirious with anticipation over his momentous meeting with the huge-breasted Dolly. He hadn't seen her as yet, but he knew that their meeting would be a monumental one.
"All right, Miss Conway," the director snapped enviously as though she were just one of the hired help. "You're getting carried away with yourself, the poor lad's penis was anointed enough five minutes ago ... he'll be ready to shoot before we will."
There were hearty guffaws of laughter at this from the technicians and the tension was broken as George couldn't resist joining in. He even shook his torso a bit as she released him with a resultant great swaying of cock and balls, as though saying, "Eat your heart out, you queer, you're not eating me."
"Really, George, that was obscene," the star exclaimed, not able to suppress a giggle of her own, as the chastised director slumped in his chair, tearing his greedy eyes from George's unprivate parts.
"Use that, son," he said, all business now. "Sway your penis and testicles like that when you approach her at the end of the first scene, that'll really get the women."
George had been quite startled when Elizabeth had told him that just about as many women as men are hooked on the habit of viewing pornographic films. All male eyes would be on Dolly, while female eyes would be devouring him, so it was up to him, she had said, to play up to the women, leaving the men up to the fantastic Dolly. Sex is a tremendous business in this country today and it isn't limited to men alone.
George was amazed. He had always assumed that pornographic; films were always shown at men's smokers, or in the back of pool halls, after closing time. But she had told him that he would be amazed at the number of exclusive women's clubs that bought her products.
In this film George was to play the part of a young thief who climbs through the window of a mansion and tries to open a wall safe. The camera will then show Dolly, semi-dressed they had said, combing her hair by her dressing table when she suddenly hears noises downstairs. She discovers him and he is terrified, while she, filled with sexual cravings for the handsome lad, tried to seduce him. The rest of the film will be her eventual seduction of him.
Elizabeth handed George a pair of sneakers, chinos and a T-shirt and told him to put them on. There was a sad look on the director's face as George's huge pecker disappeared into his chinos. The scenery department had built a partition at the end of the room with elegant paneling and a large French window in it. George opened the window and climbed through, then closed it behind him.
"Lights ... action ... camera," the director shouted and George could hear the whirring of the cameras. "Count to five then proceed," the director had said and George complied. A spotlight simulating moonlight shone on him from his side of the partition as he opened the window slowly and looked warily inside, turning his head from side to side so that the women could see how handsome he was. He crept easily, noiselessly inside and made his way to a great portrait that hung on an inside wall.
He made certain to bump it against the wall as he moved it aside, as this had to be the sound that Dolly heard and started to finger the dials of the exposed wall safe, first rubbing his fingers with a piece of sandpaper to show that although youthful, he was no amateur.
Then he stood startled, fearful, as he heard the click-click of stiletto heels on the stairs. He looked that way but actually he was seething inside at the mere thought of seeing Dolly in a state of undress.
The director had insisted that George not meet Dolly before the actual filming as it would be bound to add a touch of realism to the performance. "The young cock will naturally be terrified at the sight of Dolly's unbelievable pulchritude," he had said.
George waited breathlessly as Dolly's shadow preceded her into the room. The sharply defined shadow was created by a spotlight set up outside the doorway to suggest a hall light. The camera focused on the shadow designed to create a tremendous sense of anticipation in the audience ... and much could be told from it. It elongated her figure considerably, but nothing could elongate the monstrous breasts that were jouncing about on the brilliantly lit carpet. She walked slowly to let the effect sink in. Then a long, lovely leg, clad in gossamer black nylon appeared in the open doorway, followed shortly by Dolly herself, a fantastic, unbelievable Dolly, clad only in her long black stockings anchored by long black garter straps that traced their way up over her soft thighs and slightly bulging tummy to disappear under her magnificent naked melons that were jiggling about as though they were held in the firm grip of an automatic paint can shaker. There must be a garter belt, there had to be, but it was completely hidden from view by her great, overlapping breasts. Framed between the innermost straps was a great mass of blonde pubic hair, with the pinkness of her cunt-lips showing through.
George gasped ... he just couldn't help it.
"CUT!!" the director screamed. "That gasp wasn't called for, please don't improvise ... now lights, camera, action."
"Why young man ... what are you doing in my home," Dolly exclaimed, but with no fright in her voice, a look of desire coming into her lovely eyes as she stared at George's magnificent physique and bulging crotch, making George wonder if it was mere acting alone.
"Oh, please don't call the police, ma'am," George stammered and the stammering wasn't acting, it was the real thing as his fetish for huge breasts enveloped him once again with an intensity never known to him before. "My mother needs an operation and I just HAD to get the money some way."
"Oh you poor boy," Dolly cooed huskily, walking towards him slowly, her monstrous orbs swaying like two half-inflated blimps in a gentle breeze. "I understand ... don't look so frightened I'm not going to hurt you."
George stood mesmerized, his eyes almost popping out of his head as he stared at the mobile bust. In the boiling confinement of his chinos his cock was speeding to erection in record time.
"CUT," screamed the director. "You weren't supposed to get an erection till page three in the second act script ... you're supposed to be frightened ... terrified, not sexy, that all comes in the last act."
"Don't be so critical, Michael," Elizabeth snapped, for the first time showing her authority. "I knew you were wrong in having Georgie meet Dolly for the first time just wearing a garter belt and black stockings. Wouldn't any red blooded youth get a hard on at the sight of her like that?"
"I guess you're right at that," Michael said sheepishly. "It just never occurred to me ... if we can't cure this problem we've got no script."
"Does the script really matter that much in this case, Michael?" the star said, using her sweetest tone now. "After all, the audience is going to be so wild over the sight of their ... er ... unusual sexual equipment shall we say, that I doubt if they hear a word they say."
"It's true," Michael sighed enviously. "He does have some cock. The women will probably be screaming so much they'll drown out the sound track ... tell me, son, do you have any control over your dick at ALL. Do you think if you can concentrate you can get us into the second act at least?"
"I'm sorry, sir," George said sheepishly, blushing a deep red. "I'm afraid I could never look at Dolly without his getting all big ... "
"Why you darling boy," Dolly gushed. "That's the sweetest compliment a girl ever received."
"Hey Joe, get that blush," Michael shouted as he noted the color of George's face. "That's better than his acting afraid ... no one can fake a blush, it's impossible ... LIGHTS-ACTION-CAMERA!"
As Dolly sidled up to the handsome lad, her gorgeous legs in their exciting covering of sheer black hose shimmering in the bright lights, her great teats swaying pendulously, she knew that she would have to improvise from now on, but that wasn't going to be difficult after the terrible assortment of men that she had had to put up with in the past films. This handsome youth with a lump in his trousers that promised something fantastic was getting to her.
"I'll bet it hasn't been long since you used to suck your thumb when you were upset, sonny, perhaps if you sucked on this you might feel better," Dolly said softly, hoisting a gigantic orb and stuffing the sausage-like nipple into George's gaping mouth.
"Brilliant," Michael whispered. "This is going to be priceless."
George began to suck greedily on the giant appendage and things began to happen fast as the two performers became caught up in their passion.
Dolly deftly unzipped George's fly and hoisted his rampant cock out into the glare of the spotlights, hefting it, with palm underneath so that the cameras could get the full effect in a close-up shot. At the same time she reached in with her other hand and scooped up his massive balls and let them tumble from her hands as she removed them so that they danced yo-yo-like over the front of his chinos, almost to his knees.
"Oh brother, will that get the broads," Michael whispered ... "This is terrific."
"Sonny, where in the world did you ever get a pecker like this?" Dolly exclaimed as her fingers, now wrapped tenaciously around his fat shaft, began to give it a slow jerk, at the same time reaching down with her other hand and cupping a great ball-cock she hoisted it up for another camera close-up.
"I lived with my parents in India for a while and I caught elephantiasis of the cock and balls," George said seriously.
The technicians had to clap their hands over their mouths to keep from bursting into laughter at this, as Michael whispered excitedly, "What improvisation ... the kid's a natural."
"Well if you had to catch elephantiasis, sonny, you certainly couldn't have picked a better place to get it," Dolly cooed.
"That settles it, we'll never use a script with these two again," Michael whispered. "They have a fantastic rapport."
"Golly, elephantiasis of the cock must hurt something terrible, sonny, I have a little place you can put it that will make it feel MUCH better," she said soothingly, "let me show you."
Dolly led George by his great prong over to the bed. She lay on her back and spread her lovely long legs, scissoring them in the air, her palpitating pink cunt gaping wide. "That's the little place ... you like?"
"I'll never get him in there," George said bluntly.
"Oh you'll be surprised how much it stretches," she giggled, her slender fingers now toying with the foreskin oh George's uncapped knob.
Instinctively George pressed forward a bit, just enough to cause his engorged cock-head to slide out. Its redness was like that of a ripe plum against the creamy whiteness of her hand, shimmering with the come juice that was dangling in sticky strings to the carpet. Dolly slid her gyrating buttocks toward him and rubbed the fiery knob about in her massive bush, then centered it between the wet lips. George socked it into her, not the way the frightened youth in the movie would have; more like a bull who hadn't fucked in a month.
Dolly moaned incoherently as she felt the immensity of his skewering cock as it jammed tirelessly in and out, in and out. The smooth, slippery folds of her vagina squeezed tightly around his rigid shaft as she enjoyed to the utmost every inch of his steel-like, pulsing cock.
On every down stroke George's huge balls slapped against her lush buttocks, occasionally pausing with his prick deep inside her to wiggle, so that she might enjoy the tantalizing sensation of his hairy nuts pressing into the wet, stretched crevice below her vagina.
"Get a worm's eye view of his ball action," Michael whispered. The cameraman spun a wheel and the camera lowered. Then he wheeled it in below George's wildly flailing ball-cocks for a close-up.
The participants had long forgotten the fact that there were others present; that there was a movie being taken, both caught up in a sexual madness that they had never known-a total surrender to their wild cravings.
There was someone else that was giving way to her own wild cravings. Elizabeth Conway, known throughout the world as representing the zenith of respectability in this sordid world, had her make-up artist apply enough feminine war-paint to disguise her. The sight of this handsome youth fucking Dolly with the largest cock in captivity had just been too much for her tortured senses to stand. She ran into the scene, literally ripping her clothes off. She threw herself on her knees behind George's slapping testicles.
"You can have his cock, Dolly ... I WANT HIS BALLS," she screamed as she caught them in mid air on the back-swing, jamming as much of one in her wide-open mouth as she could get, sucking-sucking-sucking till the rest of it slipped in.
George was in a delirium of sexual excitement ... the two of them, so lovely ... so all consuming. Through the dense fog of passion he was vaguely aware of a loud crash ... loud voices ... but he didn't care ... just these two devouring females mattered ... but the word that found its way through to his fevered brain mattered ... "ARREST" ...
The next day the headlines read: "POLICE ARRIVE JUST IN TIME TO PREVENT MOVIE STAR ELIZABETH CONWAY AND A GROUP OF DEVIATES FROM RAPING A HELPLESS YOUTH."