Chapter 3
When Jerry came back to his apartment on their second morning in San Francisco and told her that he'd arranged for her to have a screen test that very afternoon, Cassie went nearly limp with delight. A real honest-to-gosh screen test! She almost didn't believe him. He smiled mysteriously and assured her that in a mere four hours she would be thoroughly tested. She bit her lower lip, wondering about clothes.
"What should I wear?" she asked. She now had a choice, because Jerry had bought her two dresses, a skirt, and several turtleneck sweaters so thin they were no better than T-shirts. He had refused to buy her any underwear, though, telling her that she looked better without it, and that in the big city it was the fashion to go without it. She had looked around her on the street and supposed that he must be right, but the dresses were so short she feared it might get a little chilly in the fog. She liked all her new things equally, and, with her big moment almost upon her, she felt incapable of making a decision.
"I don't know," Jerry said, shrugging. "Wear anything."
"But I want to look my best!"
"To tell the truth, I don't think it matters a whole hell of a lot what you wear," he said with that same mysterious grin.
"Don't you care?" she asked, incredulous at the thought he might desert her now.
"Sure I do. But a real actress ... why, shit, an actress who cares about artistry can wear anything-rags, or nothing at all, even-and as long as she's able to look natural on the screen, it doesn't matter."
"Maybe I should wear the red one."
"That's fine," he said. "But remember, what you'll be judged on is how comfortable you are in front of a camera, how naturally you're able to express your emotions ... Got that?"
"Yes," she said, nervously, going into the bedroom, feeling the first butterfly in her stomach. Her hand trembled. Maybe she wouldn't be able to do it, she thought, maybe she couldn't express herself naturally. For a moment she knew with certainty that she could not do it, but that thought died because she knew from reading the movie magazines that you had to grab your opportunities where and when you could, and this chance might not come again.
It seemed things were happening to her so fast that she couldn't keep up with them. Why, she'd only left home a week ago, and already she'd got to San Francisco and was on her way to finding her dream. Meeting Jerry had been the luckiest part so far-he'd brought her here, he'd let her move in with him, telling her she could stay with him until she was on her feet and had started down the road to success. Why, he'd already done her more favors than she had a right to expect of anyone.
This didn't do anything to help her nerves, though. Now she was alone. Jerry couldn't pass her screen test for her. Jerry wasn't even going to be there; he'd told her he had some business to take care of, so he was going to have to drop her off. She became increasingly nervous. Before three o'clock came she had gone to the bathroom so many times she lost count, her stomach fluttered so violently she knew she could vomit if she wanted to, and she had bitten off all the fingernails on her left hand.
Thus the girl Jerry left standing on the doorstep near the Marina now had perspiration on her brow. Cassie licked her lips when she pushed the penthouse elevator button, then stood clutching her purse in front of her with both hands. The elevator carried her silently up ten stories, then hissed its dismissal of her as the door whispered open. She turned right when she got off, just as Jerry had told her to do. Down the hall, she saw another door open. She walked uncertainly into the room.
Cassie's anxiety was unnoticed by the three men in the room. The bald fat man who had opened the door for her took a cigar out of his mouth and said, "Come in, dear." She stood stiffly at the door, presenting a picture that brought a hungry glow to the males' eyes. They saw a pretty girl with straight shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes, full sensuous lips, wearing a red dress. The dress was empire-waisted, being tight from just beneath her breasts to her hips where it flared to form the skirt. It was slit from her navel to its high waist, where it was held together with two crossed braids. The dress's bodice was a modified halter, and two straps of cloth formed cups for her breasts which strained at the material as though her tits were attempting to rip the seams. Her legs were slender, with muted shadows on the insides of her thighs where they began to flesh out.
"Come in, my dear, come in," said the fat man. "Let's get a better look at you. It's Cassie, isn't it?"
Cassie nodded and stepped toward the table where the three of them sat. She was conscious that they all looked at her closely, without smiling. She felt her nipples stiffening and looked down at herself to see that this involuntary reaction was all too visible, the thin material of the dress poking out almost half an inch. She blushed.
"Don't be nervous, dear," said the fat man in syrupy tones. "We can't have any of that today, can we?"
Cassie managed to shake her head, and he said, "We want to get to know each other well." She nodded her head and wished the two younger men would say something so she could get to know them. One of them, handsome and deeply tanned, and as blond as she, looked about twenty. The other, with a full heavy beard, looked a little older than Jerry.
"Come sit on my knee," the fat man said, reaching out to take her hand and pulling her between his knees.
Reluctantly, Cassie lowered herself, planting one buttock on his knee. He placed a hand on her hip and pulled her up more squarely onto his fleshy thigh, right up next to his paunch, purring, "Relax, sweetheart, you're all tense," as he began to knead her hip with his chubby fingers.
He stubbed out his cigar in an ashtray and said, "As you know, an actress has to be able to project her emotions, and those emotions have to come to life on the screen and affect the movie fans. You understand that, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good. An actress has to use everything at her disposal to communicate her emotions-her voice, her eyebrows, her entire body-and she has to be able to do it naturally. This is what makes her appear honest when she's up on the screen...." The blond young man begin to giggle, but the producer killed it with a flash of his eyes. "This is where we have to begin, then, seeing how natural you are about your body."
Cassie stirred uncomfortably as his tiny black eyes pierced her.
"Do you think you can do all this?" he asked.
"Y-yes," she stammered, then nodded her head for emphasis.
"That's what we hoped," he said. "Shall we dive in, then?"
"I guess so," she said.
"Atta girl," he purred. "Let's get you out of this for starters, shall we?"
His fingers fumbled with the clasp at the back of her neck. When the top of her dress fell, Cassie caught it, clutching it to her chest with both hands as the producer unzipped the back of her dress.
"Now, now, remember that we're interested in seeing how natural you can be," he said, tugging gently at her hands.
Cassie permitted him to lower her hands, and the halter of her dress immediately fell forward, revealing her proud breasts in all their innocent glory. Pushing her arms to her sides, he drew the high waist of the dress down, down, down. His fingers were clammy when they touched her bare warm skin. Then he nudged her buttocks with his other hand, wanting her to lift her ass for a moment. Cassie reluctantly did so and her dress slid to the floor. Now she was completely and helplessly nude!
The two other men continued to stare at her, the expressions on their faces not changing except, perhaps, for a narrowing of the eyes in appreciation.
She had never felt more naked-and had, indeed, never been more naked, as she sat back down on his fleshy knee, holding her own knees tightly together. She cowered, now not minding the man's paunch; she wanted, in fact, to use his bulk as a shield. She felt one clammy hand tracing a path from the nape of her neck down her side to the globe of her ass and then up the other side, leaving a path of moisture that made her think of a giant slug. All the while he whispered, "Relax, sweetheart, relax." His other hand petted her shoulder for a moment before sliding down to her bare breasts. She looked down to see his fat fingers roll across the end of a breast, squeeze it, and move on to the other breast. She saw her nipples go all stiff, and point, and she blushed as the thought came: How am I going to relax with him doing this to me ?
The clammy hairless paw dropped to her legs and wormed between her thighs where they were fleshiest. She spread them a bit, wanting as much as possible to avoid contact with the slug. When the paw pressed her far thigh, she moved it farther out and, thinking she might be getting heavy on him, shifted her buttocks, only to feel those obese fingers cup her mound, prodding the flesh. She flinched when he wrapped his other arm around her waist and purred obscenely, 'Relax, sweetheart, this is to help you relax!" She noticed the other two men bending forward eagerly in their seats.
Cassie leaned back on his paunch, thinking that was what he wanted. She realized she had been holding her breath for ages, and began breathing again. As he spread her pussy lips with his other fingers, his chubby middle finger found her slit. The two men saw the outer edge of the fat invading finger begin to slip up and down the puffy pink cuntal lips in a slow hypnotic fashion. His fat knuckle rubbed back and forth over her clitoris, which stiffened immediately as if it were a frightened sentry suddenly awakened by a touch.
Cassie felt her cuntal fluid begin to flow, felt it seeping onto this damp slug. She became quite slick, and his fingers rippled over her most sensitive part with ease. Involuntarily, she canted her hips.
"I think she's coming around," he said, whisking a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiping his finger on it. "She'll be okay." The other men, peering directly into the center of her cunt, now puffy and damp with her fluid, nodded in agreement.
Cassie breathed in relief, thankful, after all that, he had something nice to say about her.
The man with the beard winked at her, then said, "Lights on, Heinrich?"
"Yeah."
Given a nudge, Cassie stood up, and Heinrich rose to his feet with surprising ease for a man of his girth, saying, "Okay, sweetheart, I want to see if you can generate an emotion. I want you to think about your boyfriend. I want you to try to convince me that you are yearning for him, that you would give anything to have him right beside you. Think of it as a quality of desire, of love temporarily frustrated. Do you think you can convey all that?"
"I guess so."
"Good," he said. Cassie noticed that the blond youth had taken off most of his clothes. She guessed that he was going to take a screen test, too. When he removed his undershorts, she saw that he was tan all over, and when he turned to face them, she saw his penis and testicles dangling from a thick field of blond hair. His face was expressionless.
Heinrich led her to the couch. A flood lamp had been set up at one end, and another behind it. The lights blinded her when she lay on the couch as directed. She could see only by shutting one eye and squinting at the room with the other. She lay on her side, weight on one elbow. Caught in the crossed beams of the lights above her and at her feet, her body was without shadows. Her skin took on a sheen and deeper flesh tones. Her triangle became more luxuriant.
Heinrich said, "Okay, shoot!"
The bearded man advanced on her with the camera until he was no more than a foot from her face. Cassie gulped, frightened by the bright lights and the whirring camera. "I-I don't know what to do," she stammered, and her brow crinkled as if she was going to cry.
"There, there," said Heinrich, lumbering over and putting his sweaty fingers on her brow. "We can't have any of that."
Seeing Heinrich smile and sensing that her first failure was not so serious, Cassie held back the tears. Heinrich purred, "It's okay. It'll be okay in a minute. All you have to do is concentrate. Can you try that?" The girl nodded.
"Now, sometimes an actor or actress has to be clever and use his body in subtle ways. First, close your eyes," he said. "It will help you concentrate, and the emotion we want to see can be conveyed quite well with the eyes closed."
Cassie was only too glad to shut her eyes, to shield herself from the harsh glare.
"Next, touch yourself here," he said. He picked up her hand and dropped it between her legs. He then spread them, pushing them back and propping one calf on the back of the couch, letting the other dangle along the edge of the couch. He placed his hand on the girl's hand-with which she only too happily shielded her genitals-and began massaging it, working it back and forth, purring, 'Relax. Concentrate on touching yourself and relaxing."
Heinrich continued to control her hand for her until the hand began to move of its own accord. She massaged her pussy, eyes closed, breathing easily now, listening to the whir of the camera near her face.
"That's a good girl," Heinrich said. "Now give us desire! Start yearning!"
Cassie frowned. Her tongue peeped out between her lips as she tried to conceive what to do.
"Desire," Heinrich said. "Like this." So saying, he insinuated his chubby finger between hers, then slid it with ease into her dank creamy depths. The girl felt an onslaught of nausea, but when he withdrew his finger, she felt suddenly incomplete
-hollow. He withdrew it only to part her buttocks with his other hand and "force the tip of his highly lubricated finger into the tight ring of her anus. She squealed and contracted her anal spincter with all her might. But this was to no avail against the invasion as Heinrich purred, "Relax, relax," and wiggled his finger; when her muscle began to give, he shoved his finger in to its hilt as the girl gasped in pain. She was too numbed with surprise at first to realize that at the same time he had shoved his thumb into the creamy depths of her cunt. She didn't realize what a thorough grip he had on her until he began to rub his thumb and middle finger together in the twin tunnels, as if he was trying to test the thickness (rather, the thinness) of the linings of each channel; and at that moment, when she realized just how helpless she was, her cunt began to throb.
"Desire," Heinrich growled, "give us desire," motioning to the cameraman, who trained his camera on Cassie's doubly penetrated crotch. He focused it on the two rings-her puffy inner lips surrounding the fat upper joint of his thumb and the tighter pink ring of her anus.
The cold clamminess of his hand made her nauseous, but when he began to move his thumb and finger in and out, still flexing them as if trying to touch them together in spite of the linings separating them, the throbbing heat of her own pussy quieted the nausea; it was a throbbing coupled with a new and deeply tickling sensation that she didn't know how to handle.
She was touched so deeply and so thoroughly that she began to moan dizzily, moving her hips to get more of it, using her braced legs to buck herself. Her tendons flexed with each movement, making her thighs quiver, and she bucked so rapidly that the whole lower part of her body was in constant motion. The camera recorded every jiggle, and the floodlights made the foam on Heinrich's thumb gleam.
Heinrich withdrew his hand, saying, "Now! Do it yourself! Give us desire!" Then he proceeded to wipe his hand on his handkerchief as Cassie, for a half-second immobilized by the sudden hollow emptiness, snaked an arm behind herself and under her buttocks. Her middle finger came up to rub her puckered anus as if trying to locate it, before finding the center of the ring and squeezing slowly in. At the same time, her other hand shot down to enter her wide "V" from the front, this finger knowing exactly and unhesitatingly where to go, sinking with ease into her creaming pulsating pussy. This finger was soon joined by two others because, now that she knew cock, just one didn't do much for her.
The eye of the camera was not a foot away from this focus of fingers and light; it recorded the girl's right hand widening and beating into her cunt-mouth, and below that the single middle finger of the left hand snaking slowly in and out of her anus. The camera was pulled back and lowered almost to the couch so that it caught not only that double action, but caught her swaying breasts as well. Visible between her parted tits was her head. It was thrown back in a wanton portrait of unsated lust. Cassie moaned through parted lips, her teeth clenched, breath coming unevenly.
Heinrich stood by her head, urging her on in syrupy tones, "That's real good desire, honey. Keep it up....Let it get just a little bit out of control now."
The naked blond youth stood between Heinrich and the cameraman, looking down on the girl's body, and thoughtfully stroking his erect penis. Goddamn nice piece of ass, he was thinking, I'd fuck it. even if I didn't get the fifty dollars. Eyebrows raised, he glanced at Heinrich. The director nodded.
The youth stared down at the girl's gyrating body. He was so worked up at the sight of her all-out frigging herself that he wanted to fuck her right away, but he knew that he would have to put it off a while-for benefit of the camera. He tapped the cameraman on the shoulder as Heinrich backed away. The cameraman turned the lens to the youth, moving it slowly away from Cassie, so that the youth's very erect penis entered the viewfinder first, then his golden pubic region. His cock stuck straight out and was as tan as the rest of him. His glans, protected most of the time by his foreskin, was a rich red velvet. When the camera moved up the youth's slender torso to his face, the boy smiled and slowly licked his lips ... in desire.
The camera followed the boy's lips as he knelt and leaned over Cassie's breast-a smooth white tit whose skin in the flooding light was translucent with a tiny blue vein near the surface. The nipple was erect and puckered up for a kiss. Before applying his lips, however, he squeezed it in both hands for a moment as though he were a kid who didn't want to drop his snow-cone. At the touch of his hands, Cassie arched her back to thrust her eager breast higher and more tightly into his hands as he kneaded its pliable flesh.
"Okay, now. I want to see desire raging out of control," said Heinrich. "Try to convince a movie fan that you've lost hold of yourself." But Cassie may not really have needed any further prompting.
The youth began to mouth her nipple, sucking it in between his lips, then drawing his head back several inches, giving her tit something of a stretch before letting the nipple slide slowly out and settle back into place. He let go of her breast with his hands and continued to mouth her, sucking the nipple-now glistening with saliva-into his mouth, then shaking his head to demonstrate for the camera just how nicely her tit jiggled before he let it slide out of his mouth. He then drew his lips back, and the camera caught his teeth as they slowly clamped down on the nipple, biting it lightly as he flicked the hardened half-inch point briskly back and forth with his tongue. Cassie arched and re-arched her back and rolled her chest into his face.
He traced his hands lightly over her tummy, then tugged her hand away from her fevered cunt and drew it to his cock. Her fingers wrapped around it like a babe's around a bottle, and she immediately began pushing it in the direction of her crotch. The boy had a little something else in mind first, though, and knelt between her legs. The camera, poised halfway between her knee and his cheek, caught the pink tip of his tongue as it snaked out to dabble about her clitoris before he pulled her apart with his thumbs and slowly mouthed the whole rubied puffy ridge of her inner lips. Then he reared his head back two inches or so, using the suction of his mouth to pull the lips of her pussy out from their normal hiding place. Cassie was nearly going out of her mind. She had long since forgotten there was an audience. Now he began tongue-fucking the writhing girl in earnest. His hot red tongue drove in and out of that clasping orifice as though it were a very small blunt red prick. Cassie raised her legs high in the air and put her hands beneath her knees in support-opening her cunt even further to him. The camera recorded it all. The boy peeled back her pussy lips with his nose, to expose her clitoris. He clamped down with his teeth to hold it captive, flicking it briskly with the edges of his tongue. Cassie's moans turned to animal screams of unendurable pleasure.
Heinrich truly regretted that the film was not in sound.
Now the boy put his arm across the back of the couch, bracing himself and leaving space between them for the camera. He touched the tip of his penis to her creamy center. Cassie's long-active finger slid out of her asshole as, feet planted on the far edges of the couch and knees widespread, she lifted her pelvis in offering to him. She lifted in vain, however, as he backed his hips. Then, taking aim on her wiggling center, he inserted his thick stiff cock only until its glans was barely covered, then just as quickly withdrew again. The camera watched his cock slide beneath her clitoris and fur-lined pussy lips, which stretched in greeting. Then, with little lunges, he plunged into the socket between her legs, her cunt muscles tightening in a ring around the broad base of his instrument.
Cassie, who had been holding her breath, gasped. She had been holding her pelvis aloft so long that her leg muscles began to give, and she now lowered herself-but not for long, for she quickly, almost reflexively, thrust herself up again as he lunged. Each time she lowered herself, the fleshy shaft joining them gleamed in the lights. Then she snapped her spine, and with a smooth mutual thrust they joined, coupling with such force that his testicles slapped her anus at the same time as his thick yellow pubic mat was entwined with her wispier golden one. The camera caught their taut stomach muscles as they strained to become one body.
Cassie had thrown her arms back in abandonment. The boy continued to hold his body aloft from hers, but he dropped his free hand to her breast, which he fumbled like a wad of Jell-O before managing to grasp it tightly. On her next lunge, Cassie bucked the bottom half of her body and threw her legs up and around him, her heels coming down hard in the small of his back. She used this new leverage to work her overheated cunt up and down, up and down, with greater rapidity on his now-captive cock. Her deeper vaginal muscles all tightened around him as he held still for a moment just to let her grind herself up onto his raw, throbbing cock.
Then abruptly she was there. "I'm cumming," she began screaming, "I'M CUMMING!" Down there in the center of her being a deeppool of warmth and peace rapidly spread out in ever-widening ripples of pleasure. Within seconds, the seismic waves had shorted out her ganglions and nerve centers, and her body was jerking uncontrollably like someone in the throes of a holy fit. "I'M CUMMING," she screamed again, and her fingernails scratched long bloody furrows on his shoulders and back.
The surprised youth glanced over at Heinrich, who merely nodded his head once. The film director's heavy-lidded eyes immediately flashed back to the wildly writhing figure of the girl moaning out her ecstatic release. He could actually see her cunt clasping and unclasping against the tree-like trunk of the boy's cock. Then, after three or four quick jabs into the heart of her femaledom, the blond youth stiffened. His eyes rolled as he experienced his own not-to-be-denied moment of ecstasy. His balls painfully ballooned, expanded to a super-hot nova stage of stellar creativity and destruction, then began spewing out the white lava in a volcanic eruption of love.
His cock continued to twitch mightily as he filled her with unending spurts of hot jism. Her hands shot up onto the mounds of his upthrust buttocks; she clung to him now with all fours-her heels still planted on his back-and she was suspended from his shaft like a ball as she rocked back and forth. Her rippling cunt milked his contracting testicles of every drop of semen until she b-rimmed over, and spasms wracked her own suspended body as she incoherently blubbered, "Yess, yess, yess," from deep in her throat.
Cassie's hands slid from his ass as he dropped to his elbows and knees. The two of them rested thus in panting, exhausted silence for several moments. Neither of the other men moved. Then, muscles still twitching, Cassie's legs unlocked themselves from his hips. When she dropped her pelvis to the couch, her cunt was still contracted about his rapidly deflating cock. That hearty instrument stretched to breaking before the boy yelped in pain. "Jesus, you're a tight little bitch," he complained. He lay there atop her for a couple of minutes until he heard Heinrich clear his throat impatiently.
The youth immediately got up and began to dress, whistling to himself as he faced the corner of the room. Red streaks began to appear where Cassie's fingernails had gouged deep furrows on either side of the cleft of his ass.
Heinrich lit up a cigar and poured himself a shot of Madeira, never taking his little pig-like eyes from the girl's naked body.
The cameraman, after getting a quick shot of the cum seeping out of Cassie's cunt and her hairs matted down on either side from her own froth, unplugged the lights and removed a cylinder of film from the camera.
Cassie opened her eyes when the blinding lights went off and looked around the room. Heinrich saw that she was once again alert, and brought her a glass of Madeira.
"Was I convincing?" she asked, sitting up.
"Yes," Heinrich said. Then, thinking quickly, he added, "That is, toward the end you were extremely convincing. At first you were nervous, as you know, and that may have ruined the whole test."
He glanced up and saw the blond youth, now dressed, standing impatiently by the door. "Just a minute," he said, "and I'll tell you what we can do about it."
Heinrich walked over to the youth and stepped outside with him, where he handed him a fifty-dollar bill, saying, "I'll give you a call when I need you again."
When he reappeared at the door, he said, "Harvey, I want you to stay for a little while, if you can. I think we might have to give her another little test."
Harvey sat down and lit up a cigarette, smiling broadly through his beard.
Cassie sipped the sweet wine, then drank it all, feeling a strange tingle in her throat, spreading up to the base of her brain. Seeing her glass was empty, Heinrich brought the silver inlaid decanter and refilled her glass. She again gulped it down, and he refilled it once more.
Cassie had never had anything stronger than lemonade in the past. Her father sometimes came home smelling funny, but she had never seen anyone drink an alcoholic beverage before, except in the movies. Thus she did not even know that this liquid she drank, which was both fiery and sweet, contained alcohol. Anyway, she had worked up a thirst.
"As I said, sweetheart, the last part of your test was convincing-in fact, it leads me to suspect that you have real talent. I'll have to wait for the rushes, of course, but there was something impressive about it. My only hope is-and you should hope, too-that your extreme anxiety at the beginning didn't ruin the whole thing." He paused for a minute, puffing on his stogie, to let this sink in.
Cassie realized that she had somehow become dizzy-dizzy and warm-but she caught the drift of what Heinrich told her and frowned, licking her lips with her wine-stained tongue.
"If you're up to it," Heinrich offered, "we could give you another test. We could make it a very short one. Think of it as taking out insurance. If you're willing to show us another facet of your talent and if you do well, then it won't matter so much even if the rushes do show your anxiety. Do you understand this?"
"Uh-huh," she said, burping, feeling warmly rosy and capable of understanding anything.
"Okay," he said. "Drink your wine, and I'll tell you what we want to see."
Wine! She had been drinking wine, she suddenly realized. No wonder she felt warm. She pursed her lips. Her head reeled, but she felt a gnaw of suspicion. "It won't be the same thing as the last test, will it?"
"No," Heinrich promised, crossing his heart and holding up three fingers. "It'll be completely different."
She gulped down her fourth glass of Madeira. She hoped her head wouldn't reel any faster, since she wanted to pass her test, but she liked the warm feeling and was somehow quite confident she would pass.
"Okay," Heinrich said. "It's a test of your imagination. Do you have a good imagination?"
"Imagination?"
"Yes. Are you good at make-believe?"
"Yes," she said, nodding her head. Of course. Imagination.
"Okay," he said, "come over here and sit down on the floor."
She did as bid and looked askance when he began to remove his trousers, unbuckling them and bracing himself on the table to draw them over his feet. He then dropped his undershorts to the floor and stepped out of them. His belly hung past his crotch; his genitals could not be seen. His legs were hairless.
"What do you want me to use?" Harvey asked, stifling a giggle.
"Nothing," mouthed Heinrich, then said aloud, "Super thirty-two."
Their camera was sixteen millimeter. "I get it," Harvey said. "Technicolor, too."
"Yeah."
Heinrich lay on the floor beside Cassie. His paunch settled back, spreading to the sides and revealing dangling genitalia beneath a small patch of tightly curled black hairs.
Harvey banged the camera and turned it on; without film, it whirred a bit faster, sounding hollow.
"Okay, dear," said Heinrich, "I am interested in how well you make believe. I want you to make believe you are eight years old. How long ago were you eight?"
"Ten years," she lied after some thought.
"Okay, then. You're eight years old. It's a very hot day. And this," he said, picking his penis up with his thumb and forefinger and wiggling it, "this is a popsicle. You haven't had a popsicle for a long time."
Cassie giggled. Numb as her reeling mind was, she knew that this was silly. So silly that it was outrageous. For a moment she began to get mad. Then she said, "If I take this test, will you promise to put me in a movie?"
Behind her, Harvey smiled broadly.
"Absolutely," he said, crossing his heart again and holding up the same three fingers, his thumb pressing his little finger down. "Just as long as you're not nervous."
She wasn't the least bit nervous. She was confident that she could make believe it was a popsicle if she wanted to. And if one more little test would give her a sure-fire start in moving pictures, she guessed she wanted to. With being a movie star such a short step away, she smiled into the camera, which Harvey was pointing at her, then looked down at his limp member.
"Do you want me to bite off the end and chew it up?" she asked, suspecting that that wasn't what he wanted at all.
"Not quite," he said hastily. "It's the only popsicle you'll get today. Lick it and suck it, but don't bite."
She looked at it, not an inch from her nose, then picked it up and casually licked the end of it. It was cool on her tongue and had no taste. Heinrich relaxed his knees, spreading them about a foot and a half; even with his knees spread, the tops of his blubbery thighs came together. Cassie scooted her own knees wider apart, wanting as much as possible to avoid contact with his damp cool skin. However, her breasts continued to dangle against the fleshiest part of his thighs, a contact that made her flesh crawl, her nipples stiffening involuntarily and their points pressing into him.
With a sigh, resolving not to get nervous, she drew the long limp thing into her mouth, partly sucking it in and partly stuffing it in with her fingers. Idly beginning to suck on it, squishing it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, she opened her eyes to see the camera not a foot away from her working jaws. She winked at it. Harvey, peering from behind the camera, winked back.
Heinrich's prick began to stir and poked her tonsils. Her head popped back several inches, her lips in a tight ring around his cock. Heinrich put a hand on each side of her head to hold her steady. She moved her tongue rapidly against his growing rod as if trying to spit it out, making it grow all the more. Grunting, she shut her eyes to concentrate on make-believe.
Once stiff, his prick was not so unimpressive; warm now, it filled her and almost choked her. Heinrich began to rock her head up and down. Her ears began to ring.
On his knees, Harvey crawled around her, wanting another look at her cunt. With her legs spread and her head held down, her pussy stuck up all to vulnerably. In the center of her, puffing out beyond the hollows with their matted fleece, her rubied lips glistened and her vagina gaped open at least a quarter of an inch.
Harvey dug his thumb tips into the folds of skin on either side of the orifice, then spread them. Cassie groaned, wiggling her head a little more in protest. A blissful look stole over Heinrich's face. Harvey peered closely into her gaping cuntmouth, his eye probing the little ridges, still creamy, and the beginning of a pool of cum.
Harvey's prick had been stiff all through the filming, and was now stiffer than ever. He laid the camera aside, giving up all pretense of filming. Quick as a wink he tugged his Levi's down over his boots; he didn't wear underwear and his cock stood out achingly in front of him. He straddled Heinrich's knees, forcing the girl's legs farther apart with his own. He placed his hands on her hips, gripped them and shoved her forward slightly, before flexing his cock to the right angle. Then, brutally, he pulled her back with all his burly force! Her warm pussy enveloped him. God, he thought, the kid was right; this is a tight little pussy. Cassie groaned through her nose when, shoved forward, she gagged on Heinrich's cock, and again when, pulled back, Harvey impaled her to the hilt with one thrust of his bursting cock.
Harvey locked her hips in place as he rammed into her, marveling all the 'vhile at the round warm globes of her ass against his hairy thighs. Each time he jabbed deep, her body shot forward a bit-like a pinball hit by the plunger in a pinball machine-cramming Heinric's cock far into her throat, gagging her and bringing tears to her eyes. Her breasts were squashed on the director's clammy thighs, her nipples tingling unabashedly. In addition, grinning like a dead chipmunk, Heinrich had begun to rotate his rotund hips.
She had stiff pricks sticking mercilessly into each end of her. One of the men held her head, and the other her hips: she was being brutalized, and was helpless to do anything about it. With one secret part of her mind, she had been make-believing ahead to being a movie star, but now her full attention was focused on the two cocks, first on one and then the other, her mind working like an alternating circuit, an overloaded alternating circuit. Heat began to build inexorably in her cunt, and she had no control over it. Saliva drooled out of one corner of her mouth and dripped into Heinrich's mat of tight curls.
She began to anticipate the stresses-Heinrich's prick plowing her mouth and Harvey's her cunt, churning her channel as his balls slapped underneath just as she was pinballed forward again; at the same time her toes tingled, her mind reeled, and she felt shocks all up and down her spine. Partly in reaction to the shocks and growing ache in her cunt, and partly in self-defense against the double battering, she began to buck her body. She arched her back suddenly with each thrust from the rear. She found herself gripping Heinrich's cock more firmly with her mouth to prevent its sliding quite so far down her throat, tightening her lips into a thinly compressed ring and wiggling her tongue as much and as wildly as humanly possible with her mouth so full. At the same time she ground her cunt with increasing force against Harvey as if that were a way of getting a better grip on what was happening behind her.
Before long she began to wag her ass rapidly from side to side, gyrating her pussy to test the limberness of Harvey's cock and twisting her mouth in semi-circles as she sucked Heinrich for all she was worth. Her breasts flopped with audible smacks back and forth across the director's thighs, her whole upper torso crawling now from the clammy contact, but her nipples tingling more than ever.
Two overheated cocks at once were almost too much for one young girl to bear. Thinking that she couldn't keep it up for a second longer without exploding inside or wanting to scream, she arched her belly toward the floor and put all the tongue-tingling pressure she could on the cock in her mouth, whipping her head wildly from side to side as if she were trying to rip it out by the roots. During the whole time she kept her cunt canted up for Harvey, and spread her legs even more to allow him to plunder her throbbing pussy with greater ease. He pounded into her with enough force to send her over the threshold. When she felt her climax taking hold of her, she cradled Heinrich's hairless testicles with one hand and reached her other hand between her legs to grab Harvey's bigger scrotum. She moaned continuously through her nose as she squeezed both men's balls, grinding her hips down hard on Harvey-clenching her buttocks as her cunt muscles contracted on him without letting go. Both men came at once. She gobbled at Heinrich, her cheeks filling as he spewed hot thick spurts of cum into her open throat too fast to swallow. Her cheeks ballooned; then the cum bubbled out of her mouth and dripped down her chin. She stayed clenched on Harvey, her buttocks pumping as he rode her almost to the floor with one backbreaking lunge after another, throwing his cum into the deepest heart of her femaledom ... all the while shouting joyously.