Chapter 4
The ordeal that night with Erik Gordon was more enjoyable than Jill would have cared to admit. In the dark, she was unable to see his grossness, and even though she felt it, not seeing it was enough to make sex with him even more enjoyable.
The following morning, she was up at seven, had an early breakfast, and was driven directly to the studio by Erik, himself. It was an old studio originally used in the days of early television and converted by Erik.
While riding in the car, she had started memorizing her lines.
When they arrived, she found everyone else on the set and ready to go. The set in this case was a three-bedroom house, ranchstyle, and Jill assumed the exteriors had been shot elsewhere.
Absalom Kirsch, the director, was a short, bushy-haired man with deep eyes that had dark circles around them. He was dressed in simple gray slacks and a white shirt.
Jill's co-worker and fellow actor was one of those muscle freaks, whose picture often adorned pumping iron magazines. It was obvious the man hadn't been hired for his acting ability, and had she not been so engrossed in memorizing her part, Jill might have suspected something was wrong.
"You set to go, Drew?" Kirsch asked the actor.
"You betcha," Drew Karper retorted.
Kirsch walked over to Jill and drew her to the side. He showed her where her dressing room was, saying, "This is a movie about a woman who's hated sex all her life. Her husband has made it a chore for her. As a result, she does her best to look like a drudge. Now you go into your dressing room and put on the dress you find there. Don't put on any undies."
"Won't that make me look sexier?" Jill asked.
"When you have clothes on and your tits sag a little, it doesn't look so sexy," he told her.
"Mine don't sag," Jill retorted stiffly.
"Fine. In any case, no undies. Just slip on the dress, the stylist'll fix your hair around your face, and then we'll rehearse."
Jill realized the futility of arguing with a director, and so went to the dressing room where she stripped off all her clothing. There, hanging on a peg, was an orange house dress that was two sizes too large for her, and some house slippers, as well. She put all these on and returned to the set, where the hair dresser proceeded to make her hair look moe than a little disheveled.
"Okay!" Absalom Kirsch called out. "This is going to be the rape scene where the husband's best friend walks in on the lone woman and takes advantage of her."
The one called Drew smiled, his face reminding her of one of the more famous younger movie actors. He was wearing a white shirt and blue denims.
"Let's rehearse," Kirsch was saying, and someone handed Jill something.
It was a small glass of liquer. She looked at the wardrobe mistress who had given it to her, and the other woman, old, gray-haired, and paunchy, smiled at her and said, "Go on! It'll help you get through the day."
Not understanding what the woman meant, Jill swallowed the liqueur and thanked the woman. Then rehearsals began.
It was a simple scene. She was supposedly in the kitchen, stacking dishes in the dishwasher, and the best friend of her husband comes in through the kitchen door to return a drill he had borrowed from her husband. Seeing her, the man is apparently able to see through her disguise, and gets the hots for her. He drags her into the living room where he undresses, strips her naked, and rapes her.
All during rehearsal, the undressing and the stripping of her was dispensed with in order to facilitate things and make sure the camera angles and acting was down pat. Surprisingly enough, Drew proved relatively competent at memorizing his own lines.
At about eleven, Kirsch called out, "All right, we're going for a take, this time. There're three, cameras grinding so there'll be no stop in the action for now. We'll do the closeups a little later."
"Fine," Jill nodded, almost bored with everything.
"Camera! Action!" Kirsch yelled.
Jill was at the dishwasher, stacking the dishes in again, and Drew walked in the kitchen door.
"Hi Mavis," he said, using the name she had been given. "Where's Stan today? I brought his drill back."
"Stan's at the golf links," Jill said, shrugging.
"Jeez!" Drew muttered. "What's with that guy? Y'd think he'd wanna go somehwere that'd make you happy. I'll bet you'd like to go out, huh?"
"I'd like to get out," Jill muttered. "I can't stand that man."
"Hey, what's the problem?" Drew asked, walking over to her.
She turned, walking away from him as if not appreciating his proximity, and said, "Stan and I have personal problems," the writer hadn't bothered changing the name of the character from that of the actor, "and I don't like discussing them with outsiders."
"Hey, I'm no outsider, honey," Drew murmured, moving closer to her. "You know, you're a really prime woman, Mavis. Stan oughtta give you some decent lovin' every now and again."
"Someone'll have to teach him how first," Jill snapped.
"Well, they say it takes a woman to teach a man," Drew said smiling. "Just like it takes a good man to teach a woman."
"There's nothing to learn," Jill snapped.
"You're wrong," Drew insisted, and he wrapped his arms around her.
His mouth came crushing down on Jill's, making her head reel. There was warmth in the pit of her stomach, a warmth she was unable to understand. How was she to know her liquer had been doctored with an aphrodisiac? She hadn't felt the effects earlier because Drew had not rehearsed the actual kissing and rape sequence. Kirsch wanted the rape to look as authentic as possible, and it was his contention that rehearsing it would make it look too staged.
"No!" Jill shouted, pulling her lips from Drew's.
"Yes!" Drew insisted. "I'm gonna show you what real lovin' is like, honey, and you're gonna thank me for it."
His arms wrapped around her own, he lifted her bodily, and walked into the living room of the movie set. He hurled her onto the couch, and at a signal from the director, pulled his clothing off. There was a strange anxiety in his face, and Jill didn't like it.
The idea of this man being naked near her ought not to have affected her, she realized. After all, she had done many movies where she had undressed in front of the camera, but with her back turned to the audience so that her nakedness was never visible. She knew the actors and crew would gape at her body for a moment, but once they had their fill of looking at her, they would go back to work. But looking at the hairless chest of the man above her, Jill felt a strange, forbidden desire come over her. She wasn't used to looking at such a muscularly, naked chest. Most of the movie actors with whom she shared supposed bedroom scenes, had hair all over their chests. This one not only had no hair on his chest, but his underarms had also been shaved, just as she shaved hers. In fact, the only place on her body below her neck where there was hair was the sparse growth covering her pelvis.
She stared at the man, rooted to the spot, hearing the sound of the cameras grindig, and for some reason she felt terrified. She knew this was going to be simulated, yet she actually felt what Mavis, the woman she was playing, was supposed to feel. She felt fear and anticipation. Her eyes stared at him as he began fumbling wit his pants.
Hell! What have I gotten myself into? she wondered. If I had any brains I'd get the hell out of here now, while I can still do it.
But heat continued worming its way through her shuddering body, and she felt herself unable to move. In fact, she found herself as helpless as a sparrow being hypnotized by the eyes of a python, intent on swallowing it whole. She wanted to shut her eyes and block out the sight of this muscular man's naked body, but she was afraid he had gotten so into his part, he might jump all over her. So, she stared.
It seemed only a moment until the powerful man had removed all his clothing, standing totally naked in front of her, revealing the glory of his maleness to her. Actually, she had expected a man as muscular as Drew Karper to have a small penis. For some reason, muscle men never seemed to deveop the one muscle that really counted. But with Drew, everything was different. It was already stiff, and it was both longer and harder than she would have dreamed. Granted it wasn't the massive baton sported by Erik, but it was definitely long enough to make its owner proud.
Heat flooded through her, building the weirdest yearning to have the spear buried in her body. Still, this was simulated sex, and besides, she wasn't crazy about having such a spear buried in her while she was in front of a camera. It stood out from beneath his flat, hard stomach, like the challenging haft of a blunt and weighty javelin.
Drew was staring at her with the craziest kind of leer twisting his features. His strong hand reached down and gripped his blue-veined hardness, and he suddenly began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth, doing it quite naturally, making the cowl of loose skin slide rhythmically over the swollen head again and again.
Aware she was gaping at what his hand was doing, Drew smiled even more broadly. He winked at her, as if to say what he was doing was merely adding a touch of realism to all this since other heavy budgeted pictures never bothered showing anything like this.
"Take a good look at it," he said aloud, making Jill remember he was saying his lines. "I'm gonna bury this whole thing inside you. Your husband may be too stupid to appreciate you. But I do, and I'm gonna make you like what I do to you."
"I'll tell him," she gasped. "You do this, and I swear I'll tell him. He'll kill you."
"You don't wanna tell him," Drew muttered. "Come on, Mavis. You admitted he's a lousy lay. Are you gonna go through life unfulfilled? Here you got me right next door to you, honey, and I'm the one guy who can send you to heaven on a joyride on my stick."
Drew was fairly salivating. This was the famous Jill Allen, and he was going to fuck her for the whole world to see. Who'd have believed it. This was his chance to become a big star.
He had done lots of triple-x stuff before, but the other chicks had been aware of what was happening. This time the rape was for real. The cameras were grinding away, and her struggles would be realistic because the rape would be factual. She actually believed this was a dressed-up version of soft core, and it made him laugh, inwardly. She was in for one helluva surprise. Just knowing what he was supposed to do to one of Hollywood's most famous, high-priced actresses, a chick who was normally very temperamental on most movie sets, added to the pulsating stiffness of his own throbbing cock. He knew she had one helluva nice body under that dumb-looking dress. Now he was not only going to look at it, but he would use it.
"Come on, Mavis," he said, following the script, his voice catching in his throat despite his attempt to be calm. "Let's not waste any more time. Get those clothes off!"
He saw the fright suddenly fill Jill's wide-open, staring eyes. The fear was mingling with some kind of disgust, and a spark of anger began charging uncontrolled through him. Her refusal to move made him feel as if she were affronting him personally rather than merely playing a part. Hell! He had lain a whole bunch of other, good-looking cunts. Just because she was Jill Allen, was no excuse for her to hold her pussy back. It was obvious the prissy bitch, like the character she was playing, thought herself too good to be pierced by Drew Karper. Well, by God! He was gonna show this cunt! He would fuck her precisely the way Absalom Kirsch had ordered-hard, fast, and deep, whether she liked it or not, though all the other cunts he'd fucked had always loved it. Slowly, confidently, deliberately, he began moving toward her.
The contorted expressions of horror that washed so totally across the frightened young actress's face moved like billowing waves. Seeing her so helpless, not just acting the part, but really feeling it, struck a dark chord of cruel anxiety and intensity in the handsome young muscular actor. His face, ruggedly handsome before, began twisting with lust, becoming almost ugly with his perverted desire for her, contorted as it was with lust-swollen voraciousness for her slender white body. A sense of depravity filled him as never before.
Something snapped in Jill at that moment. She realized this was no longer acting, but the real thing. It would be sheer stupidity to wait around any longer. Rising, she ran for the door on the set leading to what was supposed to be the outside. She even reached it, but to her surprise, the door was now locked.
God! It wouldn't open! She was helplessly trapped on a model home set on a soundstage, and there were countless men all around, observing everything taking place, watching what she now knew had to be some kind of perverse sex fiend with an erection about to jump on her and take full advantage of her. This had all been set up, not only by Erik, whom she swore she would revenge herself against when the time came, but against her agent, Carter Watson, as well. She'd find some way to fix them, if it was the last thing she ever did.
Whirling about, her back pressed against the door, she found herself facing the approaching Drew. He was widely grinning at her, his lips maliciously curled, twisting with a grimance. Now she was more aware than ever of the streak of pure sadism in this man. She stared at him, her mouth open, her eyes wide with horror, feeling as if she were some kind of trapped butterfly. Watton lust made the man's anxious face light up brightly. She tried to speak, aching to somehow or other plead with him not to do this. It was a terrible thing, and though she knew how rapturous a good fuck was, to have an actual scene of her copulating on camera, might well spell an end to her career.
Words refused to come from her throat as she pressed her back all the more firmly against the door behind her. She was completely frozen as she watched the lewd mad whose hand had never once stopped stroking his cock, come closer. Even if it wasn't as big as Erik Gordon's, it was still big enough, and the idea of having her cunt stretched by such a weapon with the cameras showing closeups of her pussy made her belly churn. Her eyes were fastened firmly on the pylon, and the more she stared at it, the more terrified she became.
God! It was the first uncircumcised cock she had ever seen, and it looked so frightening. The extra flesh gave it the appearance of a drill, and she wondered if it would corkscrew around once he penetrated her with it.
No, she mustn't allow herself to think that way. He was not going to get that instrument buried inside her.
In spite of her terror now, the thought of such an odd-looking penis built the heat within her that much higher. She was as intrigued by it as she was frightened, and she wondered if the man was able to do things with it that circumcised penises were unable to do. Would he actually rip out her membranes with it?
Oh, he was well built and he knew it. The smirk on his face told her he enjoyed the way she was unable to tear her eyes from it.
"You think you're so big, huh!" she gasped. "Well let me tell you, compared to the one that pushed its way into me last night, you're small, really small."
"I'm big enough to fuck you, honey," he told her. "What's more, the way I do it, you're gonna be begging for more."
"Don't you put a hand on m-me!" she gasped, stuttering ashamed of the fear she was dispalying in her voice as she realized fear had immobilized her for the moment.
This man was definitely going to ravish her slender body no matter what she said or did. Anyone seeing it on film would believe her begging and pleading to be merely an act.
"Of with the clothes!" Drew insisted, smirking, knowing the time had come at last for him to feast his eyes on the nakedness of Jill Allen.
The movement of a set-hand made her aware of all the men who were about to witness her rape. What was more, from the anxious looks on their faces, she knew there would be no help forthcoming. They wanted to see her being fucked.
"You gonna take off that dress, or maybe you want I should help you?" Drew chortled.
Jill remained perfectly still, unable to move, all hope now completely gone. He was powerful. An ordinary man would have had no trouble handling her. But this man would handle her like she was a mouse. She was alone for the moment, completely helpless and she knew she would be forced to do whatever the script called for, but it wouldn't be a simulation. In fact, the script stopped short of the actual act, but she knew a man like Drew would have everything planned out in his head. He was going to fuck her, and the onlookers intended enjoying the sight of it.
He reached out with his strong hands, hands she detected to be powerful, and he cupped her face in his palms. He held her that way for a long moment, then with a sudden yank, he jerked her solidly and firmly against his steel hard body. Wearing a triumphant leer, he slowly lowered his face to hers and when she tried twisting her head away, his fingers caught in her hair and he held her head still. Slowly, inexorably, he began pressing his hungering lips tightly against hers. He anxiously probed with his tongue into the deepest part of her mouth, tasting the savoriness of her. The liqueur still kept her breath tasting sweet and he kissed as if sucking the air from her lungs.
Horrified, Jill became rigid in front of this terrible man, and that was when she became distinctly aware of the upright hardness of his throbbing phallus pressing into the softness of her rounded belly. A final flicker of hope went through her mind. Maybe she would still be able to get away, somehow. But the hoped faded when his hand gripped her face, his thumb digging into one cheek, his fingers into the other. All the while the upright throbbing stiffness of his prick pressed against the softness of her belly."
"Yey, yeah, thatta girl!" the man breathed very softly into the heated depths of her mouth as she squirmed. "You and me, baby, we're gonna have us a lotta fun, Mavis. I'll be nice and easy with you and I'll make you forget that husband of yours. You'll see."
Then Jill was aware of the man's quick hands suddenly leaving her face, easing the pressure on her cheeks. She stood there panting for a moment as she felt his hands move behind her, touching her smoothness as he felt for the tab of her zipper. With a swift downward jerk, he tugged it all the way down, right to the flare of the little bum. Jill was very much aware of a rush of cool air whispering across her naked flesh in the rear. The man tugged the garment from her shoulders, down along her hips, and then let it fall in a puddle around her feet. Now, she was totally naked save for the sandals she was wearing, and he soon had these off as well, kneeling and taking them from her feet one at a time. He tossed them somewhere out of camera range.
Her white breasts shuddered, feeling totally exposed, and knowing the cameras were photographing her nakedness for the world. She felt so terribly helpless and alone, as if in the center of a cave of wolves, with the appointed wolf about to devour her while the others hungrily looked on.
Drew was on his knees before her, having just removed her sandals, and he began running his hands up and down the smoothness of her flanks. He touched her tender flesh, causing goosebumps to suddenly rise as if from nowhere, making her shudder all over. The desire to actually give in was enlarging in the pit of her belly as the aphrodisiac, now in her bloodstream, circulated through her entire body.
There was no way she would be able to fend this man off, now. It felt so horrible being this exposed and naked in front of the cameras and the other men watching, but for some reason she felt even more ashamed to let the man kneeling in front of her look at her. The funny thing was, had she still been on top, earning her two million a movie, she would have picked just such a man as a stud escort for a night, but then she would have been in control. As things stood now, he was the one who controlled everything.
The liqueur was really affecting her now. When she tried moving, she found herself swaying drunkenly, almost losing her balance as she quivered with sensation. The thrill of the man's lips pressing firmly against the exposed white flesh of her belly was almost overpowering. The suddenly moist contact of the tip of his tongue with her flesh sent a vibrant chill racing down the length of her spine. She swayed, first forward, then backward, and to keep herself from toppling over when swaying backward, she let her hands reach out and automatically clutch at the hair of the man kneeling in front of her.
Drew smiled to himself, believing this was her acquiesence to what he intended doing, and he lowered his lips to the aromatic V of her sparsely haired crotch, carefully spreading the very soft, brown threads apart with his thumbs, using his tongue like that of a lizard, flicking it deftly in and out of the wet slit of her tantalizing pussy.
Jill leaped backward, not really expecting that. The effect of his oral organ against the lips of her aching cunt was electrifying, especially when it came into direct contact with the ultrasensitive bud of her trembling clitoris. She lost her balance this time, stumbling backward, but the handsome, muscular man moved with her. Somehow she caught herself and kept herself from falling, but she continually tried pulling away from the man, moving back, back, back, not realizing he had turned her so that she had actually moved through a doorway into the next set, the bedroom.
Abruptly, she found the backs of her legs pressing against the mattress of a bed that was in the middle of the room. She pressed firmly on his head with her palms and tugged her body backward one more time. The edge of Jill's knees caught on the mattress and she found herself suddenly sprawling on her back, her legs spreading themselves wide and high as she landed.
Drew leaped forward, staring at her as she lay in that position, totally helpless. The young actress found herself kicking out at the man, trying to clamp her slender loins tightly shut. Drew clamped his sweaty palms against the soft insides of her tender inner thighs. Slowly but surely, he began pressing outward, pushing her thighs even farther apart. Eyes wide now with horror, the terrified young actress found herself twisting and turning as she struggled in the powerful man's sturdy grip. No matter how she twisted, it was a hopeless battle.
As she stared, he hunched down on all fours, moving between the columnar pillars of her tantalizing white thighs, spreading them that much wider apart. He grinned up at her as his eyes sought, and found hers, looking between her swollen breasts, firm and upstanding for all their smallness. He looked like a voracious beast of prey about to pounce on a helplessly fear stricken victim, intent on devouring her.
The sodden lips of her tantalizing cunt were now presented to the man's leering face in defenseless offering. Horrified at the knowledge that the cameras were recording all this, Jill lay frozen on the mattress, her feelings of total humiliation now complete as she stared at the way his tongue slowly began circling his lips in licentious preparation for the anxious ravishment about to take place.
His fingers dug into the inner flesh of her thighs, making her tingle with lust of her own, a lust that was enhanced all the more by the fear that built inside her. His hands moved slowly forward, his thumbs resting ever so lightly on the soft draperies that were her outer cuntlips. Then, with a slow, almost agonizing movement, he began tugging outward, his pressuring thumbs drawing the ragged coral inner labia ever so slowly apart. He exposed the soaking pink slash to the lustful mercy of his starved gaze as well as to the eyes of the cameras.
Drew continued staring greedily at her open feminine cut for a long, long moment, then with his voice groaning like that of an animal, he hurled his face forward, his tongue extended as he buried the complete length of it into the heatedly throbbing depths of her womanly corridor.
Jill quivered, twisting and yanking herself this way and that, a heart-rending moan of utter and complete helplessness escaping from somewhere in the depths of her chest. Her rounded and quiveringly tight, white buttocks began grinding themselves all the more firmly into the mattress in a fultile attempt to escape the utterly maddening assault taking place on her body.
"Ohhhhhh ... hhhhuu uuuunn nnhhhh ... nooooo, pllleeee eeaaaa aase ... hhhaannnnhh ... nooooo oo-oo ... don't do this, don't do this, no more, no more," she loudly pleaded, whimpering before this depraved attack.
Even though she had been violently raped by Erik Gordon, it had not been as shameful to her as what was happening to her now. This oral violation of her most private feminine sanctuary being filmed so that everyone would be able to see what she looked like all over, taking away the mystery that was Jill Allen, made her quake with a combination of hatred and horror. Mingled with those two feelings was depravity and lust, the like of which she had never previously known. She had no idea it was the aphrodisiac at work inside her and wondered if it was possible that her experiences with Erik had opened her mind to new sexual vistas she had been unable to appreciate. She was actually enjoying it!
Her head had lifted off the mattress, and supporting herself on her elbows, she watched with disbelief mixed with pleasure and hate. Her eyes stared wildly at what ought to have been considered a nightmare taking place between her legs. Oral ravishment was being perpetuated on her body and she was panting with lust, verbally letting the whole world know she was enjoying it. The faster Drew's tongue worked on the wetness of her feminine dehiscence, the more she groaned. His noises obscenely filled her ears, letting her know he was starved for her, and was feasting on all she had to offer.
'It ... can't ... beeee...." she groaned again to herself, feeling more and more humiliated with every passing moment.
Her head fell back on the firm mattress, her hair whipping violently from side to side, covering her face as Drew Karper's tongue speared in and out of her helplessly involuntarily dilating vaginal lips. In spite of the knowledge she was being ruined and the revulsion she felt for these men because of what they were doing, she felt more and more wisps of curling pleasure invading her quaking body. The pleasure was total, uncontrolled, and completely unadulterated. Though some of her lovers had done this to her before, none of them had built the pyres of pure delight she was now feeling. In spite of the pleasure being unwanted, she was feeling it completely, and ripples traveled through her belly.
Drew's hands reached over the flatness of her belly, crawling higher and higher until his fingers dug into the roundness of her small breasts. His fingertips started rolling the lengthening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and flicking tongue worked in complete animal-like slavering and masticating subjugation of the tautness of the rich coral of her vagina, his eyes remained constantly open, staring with a certain arrogant delight. He was enjoying the sight of the contortions lining her face, staring at it, as he did between the small hillocks of her upstanding breasts, while they shuddered in time with the way he licked her. He was waiting, waiting, knowing very certainly he would shortly see definite signs of surrender that were certain to appear.
Jill merely lay where she was, completely frozen for the moment in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was heaping on her body as he kept her trapped. Further resistance at this point would be totally useless. There was really nothing for her to do other than to give in, and the idea that she was being conquered rather than loved or performing a part in a movie caused great tears of inner degradation and wanton humiliation to fill the brown pools of her eyes.
Once again her mind fixed itself with a certain seething anger on Carter Watson, her agent. He had to know what was going on. He wasn't the kind of man to "allow" something like this to happen. He and Erik had set this whole thing up. She was going to fix him once and for all when she finally did emerge from this horror. Even if Erik's studios were now considered up there with the best independents, she didn't appreciate being used in a porn film.
Her mind found itself once again returning to the cruelly inhuman man now hunched on all fours between her spread thighs-thighs he was pushing at, as his mouth continued to feast at her delightful trough. As far as she was concerned, this man was desecrating a national shrine, since her cunt was the most sacred part of her body, and even if her two last pictures had bombed, she believed herself to be a national shrine. He was constantly defiling her with his mouth. When other men did this-with her permission, it was as if they were bowing to her and worshipping her. But this man was making her feel as if she were the one being humiliated. The worst part of all this was, each time she opened her mouth to protest, all she was able to dc was moan, and the camera picked up the sight of her doing it, while the microphone picked up her sighs and groans.
Why had she ever left New York? Everyone had referred to Forty-Second Street as being the filthiest, most sinful street in the world, but as far as she was concerned, the place was a paradise compared to the awful things happening to her out here.
Sex had always been something she had equated with men and only men. It as supposed to be someting to please their animalistic desires or something used to humiliate them. But sex was suddenly proving to be all-powerful as far as she wu concerned, too. It was controlling her for the first time in her life, well, the second time, because it had taken Erik to teach her how sex was able to dominate her.
Thanks to her agent and Gordon, she was presently in the hands of an expert maniac, not to mention a whole group of other depraved morons who were leering laughingly at her, silently cheering Drew on. Drew, as if hearing their silent cheers, continued committing this oral offense on her genital person. Jill wasn't able to remember when she had felt so mortified in her life.
Glancing between her open thighs, she noticed Drew Karper's eyes were still locked on her countenance as he continued the unending and torturing thrusts of his working tongue into the sodden depths of her vagina. He seemed to enjoy the sight of the tears falling down her stained cheeks, as if her tears were feeding the sadism hiding inside him.
As far as Drew was concerned, it was a pleasure bringing Jill Allen this low. Even if she was one of the most famous actresses of the day, she was proving herself to be no better than any other broad when it came to getting her pussy lapped.
Though she hadn't had time to act uppity on this set, he had heard the multitudes of stories about the way she had acted on countless other sets, insistent her wardrobe mistress be close at hand, angry if someone wasn't close by with a moist towel after each big scene, and screaming her head off if a scene wasn't done her way. The rumor was she hated sex and merely did it to accommodate the imortant people. But it was more than a little obvious at this point that in spite of her initial verbal protests, she liked the way he lapped her pussy a lot better than she was openly admitting. He was certain she liked sex more than she was willing to admit.
As far as Drew was concerned, all this cunt wanted to do was pretend she was too good to be fucked by the likes of him, and this made the man laugh to himself as he stabbed into her cunt a little harder with his out-thrust tongue. Hell! He'd show this one! Before this scene was over, he'd have her crawling on her hands and knees in front of him, begging him for more of everything. What was more, as long as there was film in the cameras, she'd get more ... and more, besides.
Laughing softly to himself, Drew slowly brought the flats of his hands down and began sliding them under the backs of her lovely knees as they remained splayed out widely on either side ofshis shoulders. He lifted them and slowly began pushing them up and over her. He lifted them and began pushing them up and over her writhing, squirming torso. He pushed until the hardness of her rounded kneecaps were hanging over her shoulders and the fronts of her thighs were pressing against the swells of her breasts. He was totally exposing the flat plane of her sparsely haired vaginal orifice to the anxious eyes of everyone watching what was taking place. What he had in mind would really freak her out. It was obvius she had never really enjoyed having her pussy lapped before, as she was enjoying it now, and he was equally positive she had never allowed anyone to lick the little brown crinkle that was her anal opening.
With a wide grin creasing his gigolo features, he flicked his oral organ against the prune-like pucker of her webbed anus, tantalizing it. He licked over her perineum, up into her cunt, then down into her lovely asshole.
Jill hadn't expected this at all. She was so totally unprepared for it, when searing contact was made by his tongue with her asshole, a long, low moan came issuing from her mouth-a moan of total and complete rapture, causing her body to tremble violently. She tried clamping her lips shut, not wanting the microphones to pick up her sounds, but it was hopeless. She moaned and gasped uncontrollably. As if compressing her lips wasn't enough, she clenched her eyes tightly shut, as well, pulling her lips back over her teeth, baring the evenly white dentures as she felt a thrillingly torturous sensation racing uncontrollably through the entire length of her shuddering body.
"Aaauuwwwwnn nngggghh ... ooiiii iihhhh ... Please, no more, no more, don't do it!" she whimpered aloud, trying desperately to tug her young asscheeks away from the flickering poker of masculine tongue licking at her without mercy, probing and delving in and around her rectal opening. His only answer was a lascivious chuckle and a further stab of his tongue into the tightness of her fleshy ring. "Uuunngggg hh-hhgghhhh ... ohhhhh ... hhhhaa aannnngg ... ggaarrgghh...." she groaned out loud again as a series of tiny goose pimples ran across the flat flesh of her white belly, coating her torso as her small breasts bounced in time to her movements.
Jill shuddered and gasped aloud, crying out helplessly before this continuing oral onslaught, more and more aware her fears were being realized. It wasn't enough for them to humble her. They had to make her enjoy what they were doing to her. Yes, in spite of her inner revulsion once she realized what the tongue was doing to her, the most embarrassing thing was the knowledge that her body craved more. She thought her soul had deserted her and she had become a simple hunk of flesh feeling only the delightful physical aspects of all this without being able to accept that it was disgusting.
Her rounded asscheeks automatically jerked back uncontrollably as she felt the continuation of the darting tongue sending a series of helpless spasms charging through her-spasms of utter sensation. They seemed to travel through all the exposed, tantalized nerve-endings in that tiny little hole.
"Ohh ... wwaaaaaa aagghh hh ... uuuu uunnhh ... I can't staannd ... iiitt ... ooohh ... uhhh...." she gasped, and she realized that in spite of her straining efforts to maintain self-control, it was all lost. The knowledge that her weaknesses had been photographed for all her fans to see brought home the full impact of what had taken place, bringing only further cries, not of shame and humiliation, but of desire.
Jill had never been a prude in the true sense of the word. When her cunt had been needed to help her on the road to stardom, she had used it. Had she been required to smoke pot or even take LSD, she probably would have gone that route as well, though she didn't think she would have shot heroin. Nevertheless, it was shocking to realize that in spite of all the open-mindedness she had believed herself capable of, she definitely did retain aspects of prudery somewhere inside her. The worst part of it all was that not only was the prudery being overcome, but she was actually enjoying what was happening to her. This knowledge terrified her. She clamped her teeth all the more tightly together, fighting with every last ounce of willpower against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But no matter how hard she tried, it was a losing battle as Drew Karper continued licking and slurping ceaselessly below, using his mouth expertly on her wetly naked loins.
This thing was ridiculous. Jill realized there was no way for her to fight this any longer. If she was going to be forced into this, she might just as well enjoy it, and she finally yielded to the pressure of the lips and tongue working in her pussy. The few inhibitions that she'd had left were swept away in a maelstrom of overpowering feeling, as totally wanton desire took complete control of her feminine form.
Her shamelessly aroused and helpless body tightened as spasms began shooting through her. Her fingers dug into the mattress as she began an uncontrolled and abandoned movement, pressing her feet into the mattress and hurling her vagina solidly against the man's constatly working tongue. One hand reached down and entwined itself in his long brown hair as a low, sour-stirring moan came from the depths of her panting chest. Forgotten were all the men standing around, staring at her. Forgotten was the fact that cameras were grinding away and showing her humiliation to the world. All that really mattered at present were the delicous shafts of pleasure piercing her shuddering flesh like tiny little pine needles of fiery enjoyment.
Drew immediately sensed the instant she finally yielded herself up completely to him, submtting once and for all to the probing of his tongue. With a wildly savage leer the man thrust the full length of his wetly lingual lance as far as possible into the sheath of her cunt again. He thrilled to the small line of silky pubic hairs on her venereal mount, feeling the way they tickled his nostrils as the bare flesh of her thighs began rubbing against his cheeks. All the while, she continued grinding her buttocks in a constantly revolving hypnotic rhythm solidly against the man's pressing face. Whether she liked it or not, she was his now, his to do with as he pleased, and he gloated, watching with a certain amount of excitement as her face screwed itself into all kinds of contortions with her eyes now clamped tightly shut, her lips pulled back once again to bare the white loveliness of her teeth.
Unnnnhh! Yessss! Almost! Her orgasm had almost hit ... not quite. It wouldn't be much longer now, of that she waas certain.
What was more, Drew sensed it, and he became all the more aroused and excited. Soon now, he would be burying the full length of his spur into her belly, allowing the tip to reach her navel from the inside until he finally managed to fire all his hot sperm into her. He was anxious to discover what it was like to have her cuntwalls closing around his cock. All cunts were different, and he loved feeling a new one.
Famous actress or not, she wasn't too good for the likes of Drew. At the moment, she was just another silly little screaming bitch who was inwardly aching to feel the full length of his cock stroking inside her. At this point, she would have settled for any cock, but his was the one handy. He inwardly gloated with salacious delight. Oh, she was going to get his cock, all right, every last goddam inch of it, and that was a fact.
Jill continued writhing and squirming, her helpless body bouncing beneath the delightfully thrilling tortures of the porno actor's driving tongue until she was positive her pounding heart was going to come slamming through her ribcage and shatter before the lenses of the on-looking cameras. She lifted her head from the bed again, intent on watching Drew's face. Her hands released his hair, but they locked behind his head and tugged his face all the more solidly into her. She thrilled to the lash of his driving tongue as it worked all the more deeply into the center of her body. It seemed as if the delightful oral fucking of her pussy was destined to go on forever.
"Cut!"
It was the voice of Abasalom Kirsch, and though Jill wanted to continue, Drew forced her to open her fingers and release his head, and then forced her thighs to separate so he was able to pull his cheeks from between them. He moved forward on his knees so that his own groin hovered directly over hers.
Now that the delicious feelings were gone, Jill was once again conscious of the cameras, and the feelings of humiliation began to return. It was so degrading to find herself begging for more of what this inferior man had to offer, lying under him as she was doing, her helpless body being cruelly attacked after she had been stripped naked against her will. Her body had been exposed to the eyes of other unimportant men, such as the cameramen, the stagehands, the lighting men, the crew in general, and, worst of all, the cameras, all of which would eventually expose her to anyone who was willing to pay the price of an admission ticket.
"Action!" Kirsch called out.
"Now, I'm gonna fuck you, Mavis, like your husband ain't never fucked you," Drew muttered, falling back into character. "I'm gonna teach you what it's like to have a first class cock powering its way into that narrow little pussy of yours."
Jill remained perfectly still and unmoving, her white, pillarly thighs spread wide apart. Her breathing was harsh and rasping, the air moving in and out of her lungs so quickly she thought someone had put a match to the oxygen inside her and immolated her. Her belly had quivered and heaved as if he had already nailed the full length of his powerful prick into her.
Drew was kneeling over her prostrate body, and now he leaned his face down and fastened his mouth on one of her tantalizing breasts. He sucked on the little nipple, making it swell and enlarge beyond belief. When he bit down, Jill groaned in pain, trying hard to twist herself away from the sudden sharpness of his chewing teeth. But all the while Drew's hands continued playing over her tantalizing body, teasing the softness of her thighs and the roundness of her almost boyish hips, holding her tightly against him. All the while, his mouth continued hungrily roaming over the delicious small swell that was her alabaster palpitating mound. First the left breast, then the right breast. He was causing all kinds of blissful twitches to trammel uncontrolled through her shuddering body, moving from her brain to her vagina and back again. Without her wanting to do so, she began moving her buttocks in a slow, impatient grinding into the firmness of the mattress.
"Well now, Mavis," Drew said, staying in character though Jill had long since forgotten her own lines, "you're really one hot lady after all." His lips were slavering all over her body, moving from her ribcage to the tips of her nipples, tantalizing them again and again. His eyes were still hard, in the greedy desire he displayed to possess her. "Honey, I'm gonna fuck you the way a man should fuck a woman. That husband of yours has probably been fucking you sissy style. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna twist and turn and writhe when I finally sink the length of this cock into your belly. By the time I'm finished with you, you're gonna be screamin' for more."
Jill lay totally frozen under the prodding of his words. The very obscenity of the man's voice was inwardly thrilling and exciting to her, something she would have never admitted earlier. She wanted to fight against him, but somehow she innately knew that any struggles on her part would be foolish.
"Spread those white thighs of yours wide apart, honey," he ordered.
Inwardly quaking, partly with fright, but basically with what she now knew to be a definite anticipation, the stunningly beautiful movie queen, spread her thighs that much more widely. Drew hauled himself over her, stiffening his right arm to support his weight for the moment as he hovered above her. He moved his left hand beween his thighs, and he got a good grip on his cock, his fingers tightly clutching it as he guided it forward, using the thick head to part the fleshy lips of her cunt. "Cut!" the director yelled.
Drew froze in that position, and Jill gasped as she felt rather than saw a woman come over and apply a solution to her vagina.
"What's that?" she gasped.
"Alum," the woman told her. "It'll make you even tighter than you are. It has to look like he's really having a hard time getting into you."
The woman disappeared and the director yelled, "Action!"
Jill turned her head to the side, clamping her eyes tightly shut as she felt his head rubbing against the ultra-sensitive, ragged edges of her pussy. She held her breath, seemingly forever, lying perfectly still in subjugation, knowing there was no way to escape this. The world was going to get a close up of her cunt being penetrated by a cock, though only the people in Europe and private film collectors would actually see it. The people in the U.S. might assume that it was simulated sex.
The alum had tightened her interior, narrowing her opening, and the instant the thick cock began pushing its head against her cunt, she realized she had lost some elasticity.
"Hhhungg...." she gasped, feeling the initial harsh pressure as the man shoved the blunted head against her tight, elastic vaginal opening.
"Heeere we go," Drew gasped, and then he pushed all over again.
"Hhhuaunngghh ... yyyyaaaa nngggg hhhhaarrrr gghh!" she gasped out loud as the heavy, blood swollen point finally slipped through the opening of her narrowed vulva, stretching the tight, rubberband-like hole until Jill actually felt as if her thighs were being ripped wide apart because of the relentless outward pressure.
"No more...." she screamed. "Oh Goduh ... don't ... I can't, uhh ... take it," she begged.
"Shut up ... and shove!" Drew insisted, and flexing his hips, he powered his cock a little deeper.
"Youuure ... hurrtingg meee ... she cried!"
She was screaming at the top of her voice, creating the impression Drew Karper was even longer and thicker than he was, as he kept on pushing his throbbing cock ever deeper into the constricted tightness of her cunt. Through her tears she looked up and saw the sadistic smile on his face as if he, and he alone, were responsible for the conquest of her body.
He was killing her! The worst part of was that he actually seemed to be enjoying what he was doing to her, the inflicting of pain. He was getting some kind of satistic thrill from watching her suffer because of the cruelty of his continual driving into her. It was a slow, steady penetration. The alum prevented a fast thrust. Her cunt was tense with pain the entire time.
The grin on Drew's face didn't last, however. In a short while, it began contracting and disappearing, and his eyes were suddenly alive with a wild expression of total licentiousness, as he suddenly found he was starting to lose control over himself. He wanted to push his cock into her with even more slowness, but her tightly contracting membranes were so arousing him, he was unable to keep himself controlled. He stared at the famous movie queen with her thighs spread so delightfully wide beneath him as the swollen tip of his pulsating penis continued slowly being gobbled up by the naked lips of her squeezing little vaginal tunnel.
He had to fuck her all the way, and now! He had to drive his throbbing cock all the way inside her to its full length, burying it in the deepest part of her.
Drew allowed himself to fall forward, his weight firmly slamming itself against the upthrust mounds of the white, fleshy brown-tipped breasts that stood so firmly. The man hurled his hips forward at the same time, and the full length of his throbbing cock slid into the narrow tightness of her vagina with the speed of a Concorde jet charging through the blue heavens. His plundering prod pushed the softly moist vaginal flesh of her womanly walls in a series of rippling waves before it. This time there was no stopping the pestle until, with a loud groan, his testicles smacked strongly against the upturned rounded cheeks of Jill's little ass. The lower camera got a perfect shot of the scrotum slapping like a clapper against the rounded swell of her buttocks.
"Uuungghh ... ahhhh ... aaaarrgghh...." Jill shrieked, the alum having tightened her so much her walls felt as if they were being forced apart. This was worse than when she had lost her virginity.
Lying beneath the strong body, she realized that whatever they had done to her, they had made her feel more crammed with cock than ever before, even though Erik's cock had been both longer and thicker. Because of the way it rasped against her inner membranes, she felt as if the organ had a million sharp cactus needles sticking out of it, and it, seemed to be ripping her tender vaginal flesh to pieces.
Drew was spearing into her cunt without mercy, apparently not caring whether or not he caused her any kind of injury. The heated length of his organ was buried in the deepest part of her belly, filling every particle of her interior. There wasn't the smallest ridge of flesh on his cock that she was unable to feel as the powerful penis continued widely stretching her artificially tightened, soft internal flesh. The penile rapier was solidly enclosed in a wet and juicy feminine scabbard. It seemingly cut into her as if trying to slice through her inner flesh. The point seemed to be spearing into the center of her belly.
Drew lay perfectly still on top of Jill as he blanketed her, his handsome face directly over her beautiful one. For the present, the actress lay totally immobile, too terrified to move in any way, frightened movement would cause her even more pain. Little by little, her mind became aware of the throbbing pulsations in the depths of her churning belly. The tightness of her cunt because of the alum, added to the thickness of Drew's cock, made her feel every little twitch. It jerked another half inch inside her as he flexed it within her.
"Ggghhannghh!" the young woman gagged out, now completely out of breath, her face contorting all the more as she felt overpowering pain.
"I told you I was gonna really stretch that tight pussy of yours, Mavis," Drew said, never once forgetting he was playing a role as well as fucking one of the most desirable actresses around. Then he smiled tormentingly and thrust his penis into her again.
"Hhhaa uunngghh ... no more ... no more ... can't take it," she groaned even more loudly this time, the cords in her neck standing out because of the pressure of her internal resistance.
"Come on, Mavis-baby, you gotta tell me you like it," he said to her. "This is really prime cock. You can't find better."
She refused to reply, turning her head away from him, gritting her teeth because of the anguish she felt.
"Damn you!" he roared, pulling his cock halfway back and slamming it into her again. "I asked you a question. Now tell me, d'you like the old cock, and, if so, how much?" The phallus seemingly swelled and enlarged to even greater thickness.
"Gghhhunngggghh hh ... aaaa aarrgggg gghhh-hh ... I like it, I like it!"
Her voice was the cry of someone in agony, pleading not to be hurt anymore. The pain had become too much and was unbearable because of the way the alum had shrunk her membranes.
"Fine," Drew snarled. "Now you do want me to fuck you, don't you?"
Yes," she whimpered.
"Yeah, I thought so," he nodded. "So I tell you what. Suppose you beg me to fuck you."
"Wh-what?" was all the anguished model was able to gasp out at that moment.
"I think I kinda made myself clear," Drew said to her. "All I want is to hear you start begging me to fuck you, honey. Now come on, be smart and beg."
"You must be out of your mind," Jill gasped, "I'll never, no oh! Never, never!" she insisted as she lay beneath him, heavily panting.
"Never say never," he said, "come on, baby, start begging and start right now. Lemmee know how much you want my cock to pump that sweet cunt of yours!" he said, and he flexed his staff as he drove it deep into the sodden depths of her quivering belly all over again.
"Oh Jesus H. Christ!" Jill screamed. "I can't do something like that! Have a heart!"
The tortured young actress fought with all her strength and inner courage to attempt escaping this final degradation. This, she knew, would be the ultimate surrender. If she did this, she would be telling them they had the right to do anything they wanted with her body, and she would agree to it. She would have no pride left. As it was, this might well be the ruination of her career. Now he was also trying to remove her self-respect, for even though the cameras were grinding and supposedly telling everyone she was acting a part, as far as Jill was concerned this was no act, but something factual. All the agony was there and the last shred of decency was gone. She didn't dare give this man and all the others around the pleasure of listening to her whimper and beg. She simply didn't dare.
The man's cock was driving itself deeper and deeper, swelling and flexing the entire time. All the while Drew continued digging his fingers into the roundness of Jill's shoulders knowing he had her and she was going to submit, eventually.
Off to the side, Absalom Kirsch, the director, had the sound man turn up the volume a little to pick up the final pleading gasps of Jill Allen.
"Hhhhanngh!" she choked.
"Come on, baby!" Drew insisted. "Beg me! Loud and clear, I wanna hear it!"
"Oh! I can't stand it!" the lovely brown haired star gasped, sobbing out loud, her resistance totally broken, particlly by pain and partially by the knowledge that her position was helpless. But added to it all was the ever-pressing need of her body, letting her know it wanted satisfaction and said satisfaction would not be forthcoming until she did as the man ordered.
"All right!" she gasped. "Do it to me, already!"
"Not like that, you bitch!" Drew insisted, staying in character. "You know the words I want to hear. Say them! Say every one of them. Stan uses them around the house all the time, so you know what to say. Don't hand me a line about their not being nice words. Words are words, except that they incite good solid fucking. So start saying the right things."
"All right, all right," Jill sobbed. "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep."
"Where should I fuck you, Mavis?"
"In my hot, cockloving cunt!" Jill gasped. "Fuck my pussy with that long, fat prick of yours. Bury the meat into the deepest part of my snatch and fill me with your jism! Now fuck me!" she cried out, pleading, hoping he wouldn't make her say anything more.
She had hissed the words out between clamped teeth, her cheeks red with embarrassment as tears continued raining from her large, saucer-like eyes. She had actually spat the words at him, obscenely disgusting words she had never before publicly used! In private, she didn't mind cursing with the best of them. In public, hers had been the mouth of an angel.
Her total humiliation and complete degradation were final now. To her public, once this film was shown, she would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over her mind and body-over every part of herself, and as a result the image the public had of goody little Jill Allen would radically change. She mght just as well be dead, because once this film came out-and she was certain there were yet other scenes to be added-her best bet might be to join some sheik's harem. But before she left Hollywood, she would kill Carter Watson, her agent. He had turned her into a public whore. Like all the other actresses in this business, she had managed, for the most part, to conceal her private life from the public. Now it would all be on film. Being a whore wasn't the problem. But the image was her real problem. The dirtiest tramp in the world was pure, as long as the public thought as much. The cleanest prude in the world was a tramp if the public so believed. Now they would know Jill for the tramp she really was.
Damn Carter! Damn Erik Gordon! Damn Absalom Kirsch!
The bitter thoughts were burning into Jill's mind as she realized that in the world of Hollywood she was lost, completely, totally lost. Everything she had worked for over the past six years was being systematically taken away from her. There was no hope, whatsoever, of preventing this film from reaching the market.
She had nothing left in life save for the moment, the bulb-headed fleshy instrument now buried in the teeming depths of her seething vagina. Two, a vagina that didn't give a damn about its public image, caring only to be filled with what a man had to offer, anxious to swallow as much of it as possible.
Drew Karper sensed the final inner loss of the well-known actress's last remaining little bit of resistance. Her glazed eyes and her half open mouth told him she was his to do with as he pleased. It was as if he'd felt it seep out of her body through her mouth, leaving that mouth a mere hollow, and in order to compensate for that emptiness, he clamped his own mouth to hers and filled her oral cave with his tongue. Slowly he began rocking back and forth, his thighs moving between the soft loins of her own as his piston began sliding back and forth in the alum-tightened viscosity of her cunt. Little by little, the effect of the alum was already wearing off, and though her cunt was far from loose, Drew felt her walls widening the littlest bit, making it easier for him to slide his penis in and out as she groaned helplessly beneath him in time to each of his strokes. He knew it wouldn't be long before he turned this smooth, soft-bodied beautiful actress into a raw mass of flesh and blood as she begged for even more of what he had to offer. She would become a victim of her own helpless desire, which was what Erik Gordon wanted. Drew knew how sensual she was inside by the manner in which she had reacted to his fondling a little earlier.
Jesus! Imagine! Here he was, fucking Jill Allen, THE Jill Allen, who had never before permitted front views of her nakedness to be put on film. He had loved the way she had resisted him, convincing herself she would never mentally surrender herself to this monster, but Drew was aware of the fires burning in her, and he was an expert when it came to bringing them out. True, the drink she had been given had loosened her up a little, but by now she was acting strictly on her own feelings and not because of artificial stimulants.
This was a highly sexy female, and all he had to do was press the right buttons. One right button in every woman was the clitoral nodule, and he had tongued that into submission. He had licked it to the point where she had become totally submissive, and he knew if he brought her to the peak of satisfaction, when he suggested, at a later date, that they meet privately for fun with no cameras watching, she would be more than agreeable, no matter how much she might dislike him. Any man capable of making her come the way he intended doing, would rank high on her future fuck list. It would really be the crowning touch to be able to add Jill to his considerable collection of women. Hell! She was one famous cunt, and it never hurt to have a famous pussy with him. It would certainly enhance his career. He knew what she was thinking, about her being ruined because of this film. He also knew her thinking was outmoded. The new Hollywood stars were not the pure Greer Garsons and Roz Russells of old. Rather they were the Marilyn Chambers types, who began in porn movies, and then worked their way up to legit films. In this case the film was both porn and legit. It would be a bigger smash than "Dressed to Kill" and it would be made for a fraction of the cost. This really pleased Drew since he had agreed to do this acting bit for a salary plus a small percentage of the gross.
Jill's hot body was reacting out of her control now, of its own volition. Now that she believed she no longer had any reason to resist and fight the overpowering urges taking place inside her, she allowed the flames of desire to fitfully course through her veins. She had to admit to herself that she had lost the fight against the pruriently licentious feelings bubbling inside her body, and now the terrifying thought of her total surrender to this obscene strange man sent chilling thrills of arousal charging through her entire slender form. Her spine was a curved track of desire as she felt the slow rhythm of the man's driving penis continuing to slice delightfully through the wetness of her depths.
Her wriggling torso, still young and nubile, found itself uncontrollably writhing and churning, moving and squirming under the body of the muscular man on top of her. She moaned out loud, her gasps swallowed up by his hungrily kissing mouth as he continued sucking her sweet little tongue, enjoying the way she now crammed it with uncontrolled abandon into the depths of his own narrow gullet. Yes, she wanted him!.
Low hums of servile passion and murmuring acceptance came in powerful torrents from the depths of her chest, her face wildly contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, her wide nostrils madly dilated, a light film of perspiration breaking out on her troubled forehead under the totally disheveled mat of her soft brown hair.
Drew allowed his long, strong hands to slide down the sides of her soft body, moving them beneath the sweetly delicious and moonshaped globes of her white buttocks. He grasped one harshly in each of his hands, digging his fingers into them. His mind recalled with a certain lust-inciting clarity the manner in which her pale and slender form had been hidden beneath the ridiculous house dress she had been given to wear by wardrobe. Like the man he was playing he had the urge to abuse the bodies of beautiful women who supposedly hid their 'lights under bushels,' or in this case, their nakedness under frumpy dresses. But now the possession had become an actual reality, and the best part of it all was still the fact that it wasn't a helpless housewife he was fucking, but the lovely Jill Allen. This realization, this knowledge that she was now his to do with as he pleased before the cameras, drove him to a greater frenzy than ever.
Now totally aroused and no longer able to feel sorry for herself, not caring what happened anymore, Jill was flexing her asscheeks, tightening and loosening the muscles again and again, feeling the softness of her gluteal flesh ooze between the squeezing fingers of the man fucking her as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He furiously tugged her lithe body all the more firmly against himself, slamming his loins into hers, feeling her tug her thighs back the littlest bit more, the soddenly wet swamp that was her anxious cunt was now flowering as wide as it was able. It was now able to receive the powerfully thrusting length of his solidly pulsating masculine organ. He felt it seemingly sink deeper and deeper into the succulence of her trembling hollow.
The pain had slowly but surely subsided, fading into total oblivion, and Jill felt her legs on either side of the man's shish-kebabing length of solidly driving flesh jerk and quiver, kicking in wantonly uncontrolled and helpless abandon. Her eyes were camped tightly shut, but her tongue spoke volumes without a word being said as she stabbed it into his mouth. Her saliva came running down his gullet as small whimpering sounds of total satiny pleasure came rumbling from the depths of her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out very clearly. They were more tense than they had ever been as she continued to squirm under the powerful form crushing her. There was an overwhelming sensation of wonder filling her body and her mind dwelt on nothing other than the wonderfully delicious thrill of remaining beneath this man who had started out fucking her against her will. Now she was willing, more than willing, anxious to return to him the full measure of wonderful wanton delight he was building in her shuddering body.
Drew found himself starting to pant as he worked his cock in and out of her steamy channel. He moved suddenly into longer more vibrant strokings, bringing his penis all the way out of her cunt save for the head, feeling the reluctance of her vagina to release his engine, then once again thrusting his cock forward with all his strength as his balls bounced against her eagerly upturned asscheeks, hitting her buttocks like a pair of wrecking balls intent on breaking through her flesh. The wrinkled sac whacked continually against the brown star of her anus.
Drew grinned his evil grin again at the thought of enhancing the feelings to an even greater degree for the actress he was fucking. He slid his hands over the velvety smoothness of her whitely rounded buttocks, seeking out, finally finding the tiny pucker of her anus cradled below, so helpless against the attack he now had in mind. It was warm and the sphinctral resistance felt so delightful as it moved with the rotation of her rounded asscheeks pushing against his loins.
He used his outstretched forefinger and began to very slowly push the tip of it into the narrow rubbery opening. When the resistance remained firm, he thrust suddenly and quickly, feeling the elastic ring of her anus instantly yield to his driving attack.
"Hhhhaoongghh!" she gasped out loud, the vibrant sound tumbling from her lips in agonized protest as she became aware that another of her orifices was being invaded.
"Aawwannhhaannh!" she loudly groaned, her voice clearly picked up by he overhead microphone, her voice strained, because of this further outrage being perpetrated on her rectum. But there was no respite.
He worked his finger around and around inside, continually stretching the softness ever wider as he continued grinding the finger further into her tender rectal depths. He widened her rear tunnel to the point where he was able to slip a second finger into her anus, feeling the tight resistance of her sphincter give way. Both fingers moved into her rectum as deeply as possible.
The guttural noises coming from Jill's rasping chest slowed into whimpers of pain as once again she was being hurt. Then the pain slowly subsided, little by little being replaced by even louder moans of ever-intensifying pleasure as her rectum slowly but surely became accustomed to the strange and unnatural invasion.
Drew smiled, triumphnatly into her wetly sucking mouth as he became aware of the way she slowly began grinding her rounded buttocks back onto the probing length of his impaling fingers. He continued to push them more deeply into her, digging methodically, working his fingers around and around, sinking them even further into the warm depths. The moaning young actress was skewered between the driving length of the cock in the depths of her squeezing vagina and the two fingers shoved to their full length in the tunnel of her anus. Now, she began twisting and moaning in complete abandon under this dual ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up and around, moving it from her bouncy buttocks to the soft front of her body where his thrusting penis was continually driving itself in and out of her wetly sucking little vagina, feeling the soft, curlicued little folds of her tender labia tightly clinging to the thickness of his rampaging erection. Drew had to admit she had one fantastic pussy. He hadn't fucked one this tight in more years than he cared to remember.
He continued fondling and playing with the contracting tautness of her sucking labia, feeling the way her pussy had his cock trapped. All the while he kept moving the stiff pole in and out, though never able to pull it far enough back to yank it out because of the way her vulva clamped to his corona on each backstroke. The movement made the girl moan repeatedly, the mewling sounds seeming to ooze from between her pursed lips. At the same time, he was aware of her ever-widening tunnel still clinging to the powering length of his cock, greedy to suck on all his penis all the time. If he'd had more, he would have gladly given it to her.
He speeded up the stabbing of his cock into her, slamming the organ deftly inside her heatedly pulsating depths as her ripely delectable young body continued to thrash helplessly beneath him, straining for its own satisfaction. By now she was ready to attain her summit, and Drew knew it, able to feel it in the way her thighs tightened as they clamped firmly around his moving body while her asscheeks jerked up and down. He tore his fingers from the narrow depths of her warm rectum, the removal sounding as if he had pulled a cork from a champagne bottle. Pressing his hands on her knees, he once again raised them and pushed them back, again exposing the tininess of her cunt and the way it had been forced to oval open in order to contain the thickness of his cock. She was even more exposed to him now than she had been the first time he had pushed her legs back. His pile-driving cock brutally thrust its way in and out of her sucking tightness as he slammed himself into her over and over again.
"Unh, unh, unh!" she loudly chanted beneath the man who was fucking her, her face lined and changed into a totally unrecognizable mask of wildly abandoned passion.
He, in turn, grunted and groaned, increasing the driving power of his madly thrusting strokes, shoving his prick hard and deep inside her so his phallus burrowed so far into the hidden recesses of her vagina, sinking itself to the farthest depths. Her swollenly ripened breasts began bouncing as they thrust back against the constantly driving pressures of his hard, hairless chest. The elongated nipples dug into the man like little pebbles.
Then she was there.
"Aaayy y-y-y-y-y-y-aa-aa aa-ii-y-y-y-y-ff-ff-gg gg-nn-nn-hh!" she bellowed. "Iii-ii-ii-mm mm-mm-mm ... aa-aa-nn-nn nn-hh-hh-!"
It was a screech of total disbelief since Jill, for all the wanton feeling inside her, had been certain she would be at least able to keep her mouth closed while climaxing in front of the cameras. But this strange man on top of her had her blasting off like a rocketship.
Now it was Drew's turn. Aware she had climaxed, he slammed his cock more furiously into the narrowness of her cunt, and then his own sperm was shooting into her as he bellowed, "Ohhh ... yeeahh ... you're ... aaaannnhh hh ... great!"
Their juices intermingled as he sprawled on top of her, letting his sperm splash ever deeper inside her.
Even then, he had the presence to remember he was acting, and he panted, "Bet Stan was never this good, huh, Mavis?"