Chapter 7
When I regained consciousness, I slowly became aware that I was lying down with a sheet over my body, that loud chattering voices were coming from another room, and finally, that my carcass was a mass of aching soreness. I tried to remember exactly what had happened, as I slowly opened my eyes to look around the unfamiliar dimly-lit room. I was surprised and happy to see Mona sitting nearby in an armchair, deeply engrossed in a well-worn script.
Lustfully, my eyes swept over her young, voluptuous figure, almost nude except for a two-piece bikini. Even sick as I was, I noticed the way she repeatedly brushed her long shiny, brunette hair away from her deep green eyes.
"Hey, beautiful, what's happened? Where am I?" I whispered.
Mona looked up startled, then broke out in a broad smile. She hurriedly came over and knelt beside me, her eyes taking in my usual morning hard-on, which poked up under the bed sheet like a circus tent. "Oh, darling, it's so good to see you awake again. Gosh, I've missed you so!" she cooed, kissing my hand gently. "Golly, we thought you were a goner when Violette's henchmen literally dumped your black-and-blue body right on the doorstep of our drama academy last night. I almost got hysterical when I saw all that blood. What happened, anyway?"
"I'm too weak to talk about it all now," I answered dramatically. "It's a helluva long story, but I really thought I was in heaven when I woke up just now and saw you, gorgeous," I winked, reaching over and running one hand through her long, silky hair.
"Thanks." Mona blew me a kiss, lifting my hand to her warm cheek. Her eyes turned instinctively toward the throbbing bed sheet rising high in the air.
"Where the hell is everybody? I hear a lot of noise from the other room," I remarked, looking around the tiny dressing room, furnished sparsely with the bed I was in, a chair, a small cabinet, and a wash basin in the corner.
"Well, as far as the Movie Star Drama Academy is concerned, you're going to be our exclusive star now. Todd has already been talking about going into rehearsal for another showcase featuring you, of course. He thinks we'd be a lucky duo," Mona giggled. "Since Violette publicly announced your marriage annulment in this morning's trades, Todd wants to cash in on the publicity while you're still hot!"
"Seems I've heard that one before," I remarked sourly.
Just then, the door flew open and Mr. Oxman peered in. "Hey, champ, welcome home!" he grinned, and running over to the bed, he pumped my sore arm. I winced.
"Sorry about the mess with the old bag, but what the hell, you're just at the beginning of your real career right now. Besides, it's obvious you're destined for bigger and better things," he smiled, glancing over at the high rise in the center of the cot. "Violette cancelled her support of the Academy this morning and took Mr. King along with her. I'll have to sell my little house in the valley to make the next payment on this two-bit diner, but it's worth it. We're all really counting on you, superstar, to get us over the hump. We'll start rehearsing for the greatest showcase this town has ever seen as soon as you can get up, and, just for good luck, I'm starring you and Mona in another nude scene. Who knows what'll happen this time?" He giggled nervously as he gestured for Mona to follow him to the rehearsal room.
"We'll be just next door, if you need anything, sweetheart. So rest now, okay?" Mona begged, kissing me lovingly on the forehead, as she followed Mr. Oxman through the doorway.
"Don't go away!" Mr. Oxman called back jokingly and closed the door behind him.
I shut my eyes dreamily. Seconds later, I heard the doorknob turn. Opening one eye, I looked into Dodie's cute, heavily made-up face.
"Hey, forty, twenty-two, thirty-five!" I called out happily.
"Shhhh!" Dodie laughed as she closed the door softly. Those big sexy boobs were bouncing as usual underneath her loose blouse. "Hi, muscles. I'm so sorry about the roughing-up thing. I think it's an outrage how those evil people treat-"
I interrupted her as I reached out with one hand and greedily grabbed at the silky patch underneath her skirt, pulling her closer to the bed.
"Prentiss, I work here, remember?" Dodie whispered, pretending not to notice my pulsing fullness standing upright underneath the bed cover. "I'm not supposed to get emotionally involved with any of my students...."
"I'm not a student, cutie pie-I'm the star, remember?" I answered, throwing the bed sheet off my "talent" with my free hand.
Dodie stared with obvious relish at the massive erection rising straight up from my crotch.
"Honey, I'm so sore. Could you give me a little massage?"
"Well...." Dodie looked over at the door apprehensively, then with hurried steps, her eyes riveted on my immense staff all the time, she ran to the cabinet and looked inside. "I don't see any rubbing alcohol. Just this old bottle of baby oil-but it's so messy!" She grimaced, holding it up in the air for me to see.
"Sounds just right," I nodded, licking my lips sensuously. "I'm really horny for your professional touch, doll face." I reached down with my hands and deliberately fondled my hanging balls playfully.
Hurriedly unscrewing the bottle cap, Dodie rushed over and began rubbing the thick, oily liquid liberally over my broad chest, her fingers running through my thick, wiry chest hair nervously. "Violette's sure going to miss you something bad, handsome-I know!"
I looked at Dodie intently, completely relaxed now. Then I nonchalantly scratched the blond tangle on my lower belly, flipping my upright, lengthy pole temptingly.
Dodie hesitated, then spread a generous handful of the lotion over the inside of my spread-eagled thighs. Her breath was coming faster and I swore I could hear her heart pounding.
I ran my hand through the oily hair on my chest and smeared it over my quivering joint. A tantalizing feeling immediately mounted through my slippery column, as I stroked up and down roughly.
"Oh, honey, don't waste it!" Dodie whined. Throwing the bottle on the bed, she yanked her skirt down and exposed the light brown, triangular bush surrounding her pink-lipped box.
"Take it easy, will you?" I teased, kicking the tangled sheet completely off the narrow cot. "I'm a sick man."
"Jeez!" Dodie rolled her eyes in derision. "You're sick, all right-sick in the head and rotten to the core!"
I sped up the jacking-off action on my hard hose as I watched Dodie tug the blouse over her highly-teased, blonde hairdo. Those over sized, swaying tits sent a thrill through my loaded, waiting cannon.
Dodie jumped up on the bed in excited anticipation, eagerly straddling my taut rod.
"Wait I" I ordered, motioning her to move toward me, my red tongue darting in and out suggestively, aiming right at her furry mound.
"I dig you!" Dodie answered, hopping over my shoulders, so that her knees were bent alongside my head; her backside rested on my oiled chest, and her open pinkness was fully exposed to my waiting lips. Like a starved animal, I ate up the delicious juices from inside her hairy crotch. "Oh, sexy, have I missed you!"
Sandwiched snugly within her all-encompassing wet pussy, my nose breathing deeply of her musky snatch, I reached up with both hands and toyed feverishly with her two glorious breasts.
Suddenly, we heard the doorknob turn. Dodie gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, but I held her firmly, selfishly devouring the wide hole that pulsed regularly, oblivious to any intruder or interruption.
"Oh, for gosh sakes, not again?" I heard Mona sigh hopelessly. Then she closed the door behind her. "Well, from now on, kids, I'm not going to be one left out of all the action !" And with that, she tore off her fragile bikini, stepped up on the little cot, and, to my surprise, plopped down hard over my slippery staff. The squeezing and pressing walls of her vagina encompassed me and spread delicious thrills all the way to the thick base of my organ. Mona grunted in pleasure. "As Mr. Oxman's school motto reads: 'It's a togetherness place'."
"Well, we're really together now, chick," Dodie laughed, pushing my hands away from her ample bosom. Dodie reached behind her for Mona's and placed them over her own full orbs. "As Mr. King used to say, 'Double your pleasure-double your fun'!" Dodie grinned, twisting her head as far around as she could, and wiggling her sinuous tongue suggestively at Mona. In that strained position, the two of them tongue-kissed hard and sensually.
Wow! This is a mind blower if I ever saw one! I thought as I watched the "togetherness" Mona and Dodie were displaying so enthusiastically. But I was also enjoying my own part in this three-way orgy. Mona's rotating fleshy pocket kept sending shivers up and down my outspread torso, while Dodie's wide hotness almost smothered me to death as she gyrated rhythmically onto and around my thrusting tongue.
Minutes later, I pushed hard against Dodie's soft belly, indicating that she should get up. Reluctantly, she broke off her lustful embrace with Mona and rose. My slobbering tongue took one last, tasty sip as she drew away.
Dodie now stood over Mona and me, waiting for my next order. I turned my attention to Mona, who was sitting, oblivious to everything except the palpitating fullness that gorged her canal so solidly.
"Mona, honey, push your legs forward toward me," I instructed gently, like a teacher to a student. Slowly, Mona unbent her knees, and in almost exaggerated slow motion, put one leg beside each of my shoulders. Her body now lay on top of my legs, face up, her cunt still firmly grasping my cock. "Groovy," I went on patiently, "now just lean back on your elbows, relax, and watch. But don't lose me, okay?" Mona nodded her head obediently.
I sighed with satisfaction as I stared down at my vast endowment lodged snugly within her triangular, hairy crotch. Beyond Mona's flat belly, I could see her beautiful, bare globes jiggling like two mounds of pink Jell-O.
"Okay, Miss Teacher, show us a. few tricks," I encouraged Dodie, who stood panting and drooling, ogling our tightly coupled sexes.
Without another word of encouragement, Dodie fell to her knees, bent her head over our united groins, and nose-dived into the connection, her hot tongue swirling and lapping wildly from Mona's rubbery clitoris, to her hot puffy lips snuggling over my throbbing peter, and then finally, to the heavily-veined several inches of my shaft which still protruded from Mona's snatch.
I was amused as I watched Mona's eyes open wide and then close in obvious ecstasy, as her lips quivered almost uncontrollably. At last she whimpered, her eyes rolled wildly, and she cried out, "Prentiss, oh God, darling!" In answer to Mona's plea for love, Dodie leaped onto her trembling body and kissed her full on the lips, passionately. At the same time, her hands fondled and kneaded the boobs between their heaving bodies.
Sitting up on one elbow, I jammed all five fingers of my one hand up Dodie's pumping pelvis. Deeper and deeper, I plunged my twisting hand inside her big, damp hole.
Then I could really feel it! Mona was coming, twitching. The sensations were almost overwhelming and more unbearable with each jab. I leaned back on my arms and pumped harder! Mona's body continued to quiver as low animal moans issued from her throat.
Pulling away from Mona's tight hold, Do die turned around toward me, reached down, and yanked at my soaking joint, ruthlessly pulling it out of Mona's gushing fountain of love. There was an almost explosive sound as moisture flew through the air, and then a loud "splat" as my steely dick slapped back hard on my wet belly.
"What the hell-hey?" I shouted angrily, but Dodie ignored my complaint, and pushing my limbs out of the way, lifted Mona's quivering legs over her shoulders, and went back to work noisily sucking and licking at the rich, creamy, glistening crevice.
Without warning, the door opened and Mr. Oxman stuck his head in, shouting in irritation, "Mona, we're waiting...." His words died in his throat as he stood transfixed at the sight of Dodie's bobbing head hungrily eating away at Mona's furry patch.
"Dodie's gone wild! Help me get her off Mona!" I lied, grabbing hold of Dodie's tiny waist and tugging her backward toward my waiting monstrosity.
Mr. Oxman hurriedly closed the door, ran over to Dodie, and began pulling at her arm. "Have you lost your senses, girl?"
Dazed and dribbling, Dodie looked groggily up at Mr. Oxman. She let go of her hold on Mona, who fell back on the cot, limp and lifeless.
Taking advantage of Dodie's bewilderment, I slipped myself under her half-crouched body and, feeling with one finger for her anus, tight and rosy as ever, I directed the cocktip of my loaded rod into her tiny rectum. Grabbing hold of her hips for leverage, I unmercifully plunged my slippery pillar its full length into the tight channel. Dodie screamed in agony as I pulled her body back so that she fell against my spread-eagled torso. My hands eagerly reached around and grasped her huge knockers, wet with perspiration.
But only an instant later, Dodie, forgetting her pain, started pumping up and down wildly on my stiff pride and joy like a horny rabbit-twisting and churning her wobbling buttocks cheeks so professionally that she almost triggered my creamy load before I was willing to come.
"Join our 'togetherness'?" I panted, gesturing to Mr. Oxman, as I watched him place Mona gently on the bare floor. Mona was out of it all by now. She motioned for him to leave her alone.
"It's 'ride 'em bronco' time," I continued enthusiastically, pointing with my index finger toward Dodie's gyrating thighs.
Perplexed, Mr. Oxman stood staring at Dodie's bobbing silkiness over my hard, lengthy hose. "Okay, 'star maker,' get with it!" I ordered in mock severity, continuing to meet Dodie's rotating posterior, stroke for stroke, sighing loudly and dramatically.
Tempted beyond reason, Mr. Oxman frantically unzipped his trousers, climbed up on top of the cot, pushed his pants and boxer trunks down below his knees (exposing a long, thick stiffness), and waited for the right moment to catch Dodie's rapidly moving pelvis.
"Come on, you can't miss the damn thing!" I teased, pinching Dodie's hard, round nipples playfully.
With an inspired downward swan dive, Mr. Oxman hit his target dead center, his added weight causing me to groan and forcing me to pull my squashed hands out from between our bodies. As if crazed, Mr. Oxman screwed with all his energy into Dodie, his hot breath wheezing directly into her face.
With my arms and legs spread out, I lay almost oblivious to the goings-on upstairs, as I waited in the anticipation and delirium of mounting lust for my final discharge to erupt within Dodie's turbulent tunnel. It could only be a matter of seconds now, so I let myself ride along with this out-of-sight erotic gratification.
"I don't know about you guys, but here I come!" Dodie choked. Her shivering body grew rigid, she twitched violently, and finally relaxed with a long sigh of relief and satisfaction.
"Dear Lord, this has just got to be heaven!" Oxman sobbed, as his breath came in short snorts. "I'm going to do it in you, Dodie," Mr. Oxman wailed plaintively, and let out a loud, bovine bellow.
Even as the double-heavy weight of their exhausted forms completely relaxed, my pulsing hard-on, still totally immersed in Dodie's gripping anal hold, was almost sent into its final ejaculation by the sensational feelings that erupted from the very depths of my loosely-hanging balls.
Once again, there was a heavy knocking, the sound of loud chattering voices, and then the door flew open. "Maybe Mr. Oxman's in here...." The speaker halted abruptly, and we looked up to see several students standing wide-eyed, struck dumb at the sight of our four-way debauch.
"What in heaven's name do you mean by bursting in here like this? Go back to the rehearsal hall-immediately!" Mr. Oxman shouted in his best schoolteacher voice, trying to cover up his embarrassment. He pushed himself off Dodie's driveling pussy and fumbled with his trouser zipper.
"Why bad-mouth those innocent kids?" Dodie scolded Mr. Oxman. Without warning, she lifted her throttling rectum off my king-size staff, her sudden movement triggering off my rising tide of excitement, right smack into that final supreme moment of ecstasy.
"You stupid bitch!" I sobbed helplessly, as I felt my swollen prick finally discharging. It made a loud "popping" sound as it emerged from the tight elasticity of Dodie's asshole.
"Oh, God-no!" Mona sighed unhappily, as she tried to cover herself up with her bikini, one arm over her swaying breasts, and the other below.
"Christ almighty!" I choked and gagged, seizing my exploding penis with both hands, my thumb pressed tightly over the slit at the top of the bulleting head. Too late! My thick, creamy seed squirted upward, sideways, in white jets, shooting high and spraying over both Dodie and Mona. With eyes shut and teeth clenched, I tried to stifle my convulsing body as the liquid torrents continued to ejaculate, climax after climax, achieving a giant fireworks display of pleasure before the fascinated audience standing paralyzed in the doorway.
Mr. Oxman pushed past Dodie and Mona, then slammed the door behind himself furiously. We could hear him lecturing the students on their bad manners as their voices grew fainter in the distance.
Panting and gasping for breath, my hands covered with thick creamy jizz, I tried to laugh off the whole ridiculous, sticky situation. I looked over at Dodie and Mona sheepishly. There they stood both staring at me glumly, big blobs of my come dripping off them from head to foot.
"Now I know what they mean by a 'waste of talent'," Dodie smirked, shaking her head, as she carefully wiped the gooey mess from her streaked makeup. "I wish I could say you planned it this way, Prentiss, so I could really get mad," she smiled ruefully, picking up her clothes, and leaving the room.
"You are a dirty young man!" Mona scolded, holding out her sperm-streaked bikini as if it was about to bite her, and walking stiffly after Dodie.
"Hey, you forgot something!" I yelled jokingly, as I noticed Mona's study script on the floor-splattered and smeared with my soaking wetness. After all, she should feel privileged-it was appropriately autographed with my personal "star" signature!
Our private showcase went off fantastically! Every big producer and director was there, and so was Mona, all busted up with the jitters at first, but once we were into our nude scene on stage, no problem.
Matter of fact, after that night, life has been no problem at all! Books, photo layouts, movies, you name it.
Now take a look at me!
Didn't I tell you at the beginning, "Just you wait!"