Chapter 6
Naturally, the show was a bomb, but for the three week run of it Peter's heavenly hunk of rod stretched my pussy nearly ever night. Neither of us was terribly demanding of the other except to come across on cue, and this we did pleasurably. As the novelty of his equipment wore off, however, so did Peter as someone I might become permanently attached to.
I was grateful to him for my first shot in New York, but I was not in the least reliant on his friendship. I got into the routine of making rounds, and although nothing big came my way I did do some work and was seen on the off-off Broadway circuit. It came very clear that I would have to get an Equity card if I expected to compete with the gang of unemployed actors that managed to survive ten thousand different ways, none of them in their chosen profession. The number of shows casting was just too insignificant to support more than a tiny percentage of theatre jobseekers.
My chance to join the actor's union came, naturally enough not in New York, but with a summer stock company in Vermont. I consider myself lucky because I had spent only four months in the big city before I was cast in the resident company that played ten weeks in the bucolic town of Dempsey.
The job offer came not a moment too soon, also, because of my need to move out of the rat-trap hotel I called home. An incident on the night I was hired was fittingly grotesque.
I had auditioned for the Dempsey Playhouse earlier in the day and got a call only three hours later to say I could sign my first Equity contract, for minimum, of course. I met two actresses I knew for a celebration drink that evening and before it was through I had a proper buzz on. When I turned the key to my room my head was spinning and I flopped naked into bed, on top of the world and ready to pass out on a delightful drunk.
I was in a half-sleep with the ceiling spinning when I heard voices outside the door. Two of Flobelle's clients and the dear girl herself laughed loudly.
"Thass not the door, you drunkin' mother," Flobelle giggled, stewed herself.
But the dim hallway light suddenly flooded into my room and a huge male figure stumbled through the doorway. I had forgotten to lock the damned door.
"Ain't this yer sister?" the drunk slobbered.
Flobelle peeked in unsteadily.
"Get the hell out of here," I waved with a spastic's coordination. The hulking guy lurched forward.
"Christ, what a body," he whistled. I pulled the sheet over me, but the lummox was already in bed and pawing me. Flobelle shut the door and all three were in my room. If liquor was supposed to dull the sex drive, nobody told the clown who was blithely ripping the sheets out of my hands.
"Dis ain't the room," Flobelle wailed.
"Johnny likes vanilla," her companion giggled tearing at Flobelle's dress. In the neon flicker she was down to her white satin bikini panties and bra. "But I like chocolate," he said, flinging her dress against the door.
Johnny's whiskey mouth was pressed to mine and one hand squeezed the daylights out of my breasts.
"What a set of tits," he exclaimed. The bed bounced when Flobelle and her chocolate loving lover moved in.
Johnny's bedside manner was that of a gorilla, very definitely in mating season, but little Samantha was dry as a bone and tighter than a drum. His stubby fingers made several forays between my thighs and my muscles clamped shut like a vise.
"Aw, don't be like that," he moaned. "Hey, Chocolate, I got a job for you. Hear you're pretty good openin' locks."
The next moment saw Flobelle being hauled unceremoniously between my legs and her face pressed to my muff.
"C'mon, honey, make it quick," she muttered, and she smeared her hot moist tongue across my vulva. Her mouth stung like it was barbed wire and I winced with the roughness of her endeavor. But her oily tongue lapped steadily and she increased her tempo when Johnny shoved his fist into her bikini bottoms and rammed it up into her pussy. His fingers danced in her wet notch and she went wild against my clinging clitoris.
Her teeth nipped my flesh and her tongue tore into my stubborn pussy wrenching unavoidable responses from me. My slot began to moisten as a rush of my juices shivered from their tiny spouts and her tongue penetrated through my tightness. I pressed on the mattress with delicious ecstasy.
Suddenly someone's teeth sank into my breast while Flobelle gnawed my cunt into a slavering, quavering cup of jelly. Sensations flew in all directions as the male mouth sucked greedily at my tits and Flobelle's lapping tongue punished my pussy. I heard her grunt and snuffle as she reamed her mouth insatiably against me.
What began as a "let's get it over with" trip triggered her into a red hot heat. In the next moment she pulled her head from my sopping slot and thrust her body into the guy who was using my jugs for teething rings. She replaced his mouth and I felt her strong limbs take hold of my entire body. Flobelle lay atop me, grinding my flesh with hers. Now her ravenous mouth was on mine, kissing so hard I had to fight for breath. Her sweating torso slammed and pumped against mine.
"It's a sister act," one of the men slurred in amusement.
Flobelle went crazy ramming her knee between my thighs and she took me along for the ride. Her sisterly affection was driving my pussy into orbit Her nappy-haired mons veneris scrapped against my clit and I shuddered with the new thrill. She jumped suddenly and a glimpse at Johnny's leering face showed he was busily drilling his finger into her asshole and driving her onward to greater sexual heights.
I was along for the ride for certain. Never had I accommodated a woman's lusty mouth but it made no difference now. My passions were soaring and I craved her punishing pelvis to bring me off. I'm not sure who moaned louder with the sheer delight of our sweating physical contact.
Johnny was not content with digital stimulation, however, and his weight suddenly joined Flobelle's atop me. He squeezed his hard-on between her plucky buns and drove in mercilessly.
But he screwed so erratically that the pair rolled off to one side, leaving me to gasp for air but my unfulfilled pussy aching. The vacuum was filled instantly by the other guy who climbed into my saddle and stuffed his peter through my throbbing pussy.
"The name's Ray," my momentary lover breathed, punctuating his presence with a thrust that drove through to my uterus.
I squirmed, tightlipped, but happy to have his volatile equipment frictioning my fiery channel. Ray rotated his tool and shivers of delight exploded inside. I bucked and arched to give him a happy home and increase the pleasure he wreaked.
Next to me, Flobelle was having her bottom screwed with Johnny's thumping prick, but her allegiance seemed still to be with me, for she craned her neck and pushed her face between Ray's and mine. Her teeth sunk into my lips and I almost came on the spot. Her hot tongue massaged my gums as Ray primed my orgasm. A moment later it was all over, but not before Ray's rampaging rod blasted a load of semen into me and I unloaded my own juices against his plowing peter.
Ray rolled off, spent, and I rested for a few moments until Johnny finally shot his seed into Flobelle's punished fanny.
The sheets were sopping with our efforts and I squirmed to get myself unstuck. Flobelle lay panting next to me, but the merry pranksters were not quite through. Johnny slapped her on her rump.
"You got an itch for this chick, right?"
"Ah don' like mean men," Flobelle warned.
"Awww, come on," Johnny whined. "Just to show you I ain't mean we're gonna let lil' whitey here suck you off. One good turn deserves another, right?"
I had no time to object as Ray and Johnny turned me over and pushed my face against her nubby muff. Her cool thighs pressed against my cheeks and Johnny forced my mouth against her vulva. There was nothing left for me to do but follow his orders. Her special odor stung my nostrils and I shut my eyes to plunge my tongue against her sex.
Her clit erected against my lips and I drew the oily bead into my mouth while Flobelle squealed her appreciation. Meanwhile Ray or Johnny, it didn't matter which, slid his head under my pelvis and began licking my throbbing vagina.
The other set of male buttocks crossed over my head and Flobelle's jaws were crammed with a spermy spear. My tongue was spurred onward with the ripping action beneath me and I took it out on my neighbor's delicious pussy. Her grinding loins registered her appreciation and I gnawed with the thorough stimulation I was receiving.
In no time I was set to come again. Beneath me the granting groans showed my benefactor was also in the throes of an orgasm. It was startlingly confirmed when a spatter of warm come descended on my back. He had manipulated his peter and a gossamer shower of liquid arched three feet into the air to touchdown on yours truly.
While the pellets cooled quickly Flobelle spent her spicy juices against my tongue. Moments later the bouncing butt and sac of balls jerked as Flobelle's mouth became the receptacle for another flowing orgasm.
I was too exhausted to even move and bodies unwound around me. I clamped my eyes shut and only vaguely heard the door open and close behind me.
All was suddenly quiet, but I didn't have the energy to get up and lock the door. The next morning I awoke stiff and sticky to find fifteen dollars on the dresser. I packed quickly and used most of the money to buy a bus ticket to Dempsey, Vermont.
Nearly six hours after the bus pulled out of the Port Authority Terminal I stepped off in the lush green New England town that would be my happy home for the next two months.
Stefan Raunchek, the man who signed me to the Dempsey resident company took my bags and we drove through the beautiful hills to the Victorian house that lodged the entire company. I was eager and excited to get to work on the ten-play season. We opened the following week and I hadn't even seen a script. The first show was "The Fantasticks" and I was to play the sweet young thing all innocence and fluff. Ho, ho.