Chapter 5
That Was No Lady, That Was My Cousin
"The telephone started ringing right in the middle of the fuck I was having with Janet. And Janet was a damned good fuck. She lived downstairs from me in the same apartment house, and she sure was a frosty son-of-a-gun. I mean, when I saw her around the place, all she'd say was 'Hello' and that was it. Damned near a snob. But then every once in a while old Janet would make up her mind that she was in the mood for some good fucking, so she'd sneak up the stairs and knock real lightly on my door. I'd know it was her just from the sound she made at the door.
"But anyway, there I was, plowing my cock up into both of Janet's holes. She was a little freaky and liked to get both her cunt and her asshole fucked. Which is alright with me, because I'm sort of on the freaky side myself.
"I'd ram it up her ass then pull out and shove it up her cunt. That's a great way to fuck, believe me. 'Cause when you fuck up the asshole, that makes the cunt tighten up and when you fuck the cunt, the asshole tends to tighten up. So all the while you're fucking it's like the first time you've put it in her hole every time you put it in. A gal never gets sloppy when she likes to get fucked the way Janet likes to.
"But like I was saying, right in the middle of all the festivities, the telephone rings. Now I guess most guys, being tied up like I was, wouldn't have given a shit about that phone. But you see, I'm in sort of different circumstances from most guys. I live by that telephone.
"I'm an actor, or more truthfully, I'd like to be an actor, but nobody will give me a chance. But every time that phone rings, it just might be that 'chance' I'm looking for. So I always answer the damned thing, even when I'm in the middle of fucking Janet.
"And that's what I did. I answered the phone and left Janet's hot cunt and her hotter asshole sticking up in the air just begging to be filled with prick.
" 'Fuck me. Fuck me hard!' she kept yelling all the while I was heading for the phone and all the while I was talking. I'm sure that Gus, my agent, heard her screaming in the background, but that doesn't really make any. difference. Gus would fuck a dead skunk if he could get one to cooperate.
" 'I got somethin' for you, Danny,' Gus said, and my goddamned heart did a flip-flop. It was always like that. As soon as I'd find out about the possibility of a job, I'd get so nervous I just about wanted to die.
"Let me tell you one thing before I get along with this story. Gus up to that point hadn't made me a cent. Sure, he'd sent me on a lot of stuff, but it was mostly crap that didn't mean a thing.
"In fact, I spent most of my free time cussing Gus out. Mainly because when he first got to be my agent, he gave me glowing reports about what he was going to do for me. So what happens? I spend two years waiting tables and driving cabs, waiting for the son-of-a-bitch to come through for me.
"Well, anyway, he told me he had something.. "
"What?" I asked him.
" 'It pays well,' Gus said, and I had an inkling that what he had for me wasn't exactly something I'd write home to Mom about.
" 'So what is it?' I asked. And again Gus hesitated.
" 'Kid,' he said finally. 'Can you get a hard on in front of people.'
" 'What difference does it make if I can or not?' I asked. 'What's the job?'
" 'That's the job,' he answered. 'A fuck film. But they're legal now. A new outfit is making a "quality" skin flick, and I think you're just what they're looking for.'
" 'Shit, Gus,' I said. 'I don't want to be in a goddamned fuck film. I want legit work.'
" 'It pays seven hundred bucks for three days,' Gus said, and suddenly the prospect of being in a fuck film wasn't so bad at all.
"I agreed to go to the audition. 'You got thirty minutes to get there,' Gus said, 'so get your ass in gear. You'll have to strip for the producers.'
"That was the end of my conversation with Gus, but before I could go to that audition, I had a big problem in front of me . . . Janet.
"She was still on her knees, her face buried in the pillows, waving her ass around, wanting something to fuck it. But right now I didn't have time for Janet, and I most especially didn't want to shoot off. Those producers I was supposed to strip in front of might want to see a little preliminary action. Just so they'd know I could handle the role.
" 'I've got an audition in a half hour, baby,' I told her. 'You'll have to beat it now. We can pick up where we left off later.'
"Christ, you would have thought I was stealing her last cent. Janet called me every name in the book. And a couple that aren't listed yet. She screamed and moaned and begged, but finally I just told her right out that there was no way she was going to get any more of my cock. I needed it.
"Janet was so pissed, she threw on her clothes and stormed out of the apartment and down the steps. She wasn't even quiet about it. She told me right before she left that it would be a goddamned cold day in hell before she ever came back. But she'd be back. I knew that. Hell, I'm too good a fucker for her not to.
"I headed for the shower and washed off all of Janet's cunt and asshole juice. My cock was still hot and half hard, which I guessed would be good for the interview. I dried and put some clothes on that made me look good. A couple of swipes with the hair brush and I was ready to conquer the world.
"I hopped into my beat-up old Ford and headed for the address Gus had given me. I expected the place to be run-down and seedy, with a lot of weird looking creeps running around. But I was wrong. The offices for the production company were in a brand-new building, and when I got off the elevator, there was carpeting on the floor, soft music coming out of the ceiling, and a receptionist to ask me what the hell I wanted.
"Of course, there were a lot of creeps running around, but at least the locale seemed legit. I guess fuck films are becoming big business.
"I was asked to go to reception room three, 'down the hall, third door on the left.' I walked down the hall and went in. Would you believe it, there were three other guys already there.
"Reception room three was a little like an auditorium. Only real small. There were a couple of rows of seats, and a small stage in the front of the room. Us four guys were sitting in comfortable chairs that lined one wall.
"We all nodded at each other but nobody said anything. We just sat there and waited for the big shots. It seemed sort of weird, waiting in such normal surroundings to audition for a fuck film.
"Finally, the producers came in. Typical group.
Greasy but prosperous looking. They'd sell their mothers to the white slave business if they could make a buck, "A secretary was with them. She did the talking.
" 'Gentlemen,' she started out, 'there is only one role available. Your respective agents have sent you over as being generally the type we're looking for. What we ask you to do is this: when your name is called, walk up to the platform, remove all your clothes, then turn slowly all the way around. When you are again facing this way, please state your name, address and telephone number into the microphone. We already have that information, but we'd like to hear the sound of your voice.'
" 'You mean this flick's got sound?' the guy sitting two down from me asked. And from the cold look on the secretary's face, you could tell that the guy had just cut his own throat. I figured out that this group of bigwigs was touchy about the kind of film they were doing.
"One by one, us guys along the wall were called. Everybody did what the official-looking broad told us to do. I was the last one called.
"I walked up to the platform and stripped off my duds. Just threw them into a pile. Then slowly I turned around. I didn't pay any attention to anything in the room; I tried to concentrate on fucking. Fucking the most gorgeous cunt in the world. And sure enough, it worked. My good old prick started to climb.
"I was the only one of the guys that the secretary said anything to, as she ogled my crotch.
" 'Are you able to become aroused,' she asked, 'while working in front of a camera and crew?'
" 'I think so,' I answered and sort of nodded at my cock. It was big and hard by this time.
" 'You can get dressed now,' the secretary said. 'And thank you, gentlemen.'
"I put my clothes back on and was just leaving the room when one of the producers tapped me on the shoulder.
" 'Stay around a few minutes, will ya?' he said, and I knew for sure that I had the part.
"I waited more than a 'few minutes.' I waited an hour and a half, but finally I was called into the big shot's office. He offered me a seat.
" 'What we'd like to do,' he said, 'is try you in front of a camera, just to make sure you can function. And we'll pay you fifty bucks for a half hour's work, just so you don't think we're trying to get some wild footage for nothing. Is that alright?'
"It was fine with me. So they wanted me to fuck in front of a camera. Great. And I'd get paid for it. Also great. Hell, I'd been fucking so long for nothing that this seemed like a dream come true.
"I followed the guy to a building behind the building where the offices were. It was a sound stage and pretty damned well-equipped. This sure as hell wasn't a fly-by-night operation.
"We went on to one set and the guy pointed out a dressing room for me. 'Go in there,' he said, 'and strip down. Then come back here and park your ass on the bed.'
"I did what I was told. The only bad thing about the whole setup was they had plastic sheets on the bed that were cold as hell. But I warmed them up fast.
"The big shot had been replaced by one of those creeps that had been running around the office building. This particular creep was a director.
" 'Okay, Sam,' he started. I told him my name was Dan. But that didn't make any difference to him. He called me Sam all the while I was there.
" 'Okay, Sam,' he repeated. 'The broad comes in and you like her. Got that? Then you fuck her. Got that?'
"I nodded. The guy must have thought I was an idiot. But he wasn't through yet. 'We want a little mouth action from you, a little mouth action from her and then a cunt fuck. This is a straight fuck film. Got that?' He seemed bored as hell.
"I nodded again. Jesus, I had never hated anybody so hard so fast before in my life. That guy was a real asshole.
" 'Okay,' he yelled at somebody unseen, 'bring on the broad.'
"I settled back with my hands behind my head. I had to work myself up for this bit. I was going to fuck so goddamned good that they'd beg me to take the role.
"I heard the slight slap of bare feet on the floor of the set, and I knew that my 'co-star' was arriving. I didn't want to take her in all at once. I wanted to dwell on her. I glanced over, taking in only her feet first. Good looking feet. Well-shaped and smooth. That was a good start. And they looked like young feet. Which was likewise good.
"The calves were good. Trim and smooth, athletic looking but not muscular. And then the good stuff started. I sort of skipped over the thighs, just noticing that they were nice and trim and that they led to the most important part of her.
"Nestled between those legs was a little bush of gorgeous light brown pussy hair. Jesus, I damned near shot off just looking at that. How in the hell could a guy not get a hard on, being paid to fuck a pussy as good-looking as that? I should have been paying them!
"The belly had a slight little curve to it, just the way I like bellies. And then the tits. Oh, my, brother! ! Now there was a set. Not overly big, just firm and great looking. They stood up all by themselves. And the light brown nipples were large and already halfway aroused. This was going to be some fuck session.
"Then I got to the face. I was hoping like hell that she'd be sporting one that wouldn't stop a clock. But I didn't find out. When I looked up at her, I really got a shock. She had a goddamned mask on! All over her head. I couldn't even see her hair, except for a few strands that were sticking out of the bottom of the hood. She could have had a face like a goddamned mule for all I knew. Or cared at that time.
"The director got his two-cents in at that point. 'If you're wondering about the mask,' he said. 'Don't. It's part of the script. The audience, and to all extent and purposes you, don't see her face until the very end of the movie. That's the plot.
"It didn't sound like too great a plot to me, but who was I to tell the asshole that? I just nodded and figured I'd have no problem at all of fucking that cunt all day.
"The gal was led up to the bed. She couldn't see at all. There weren't even eye-holes in the hood. Just a place for her to breathe and suck through.
"The director walked up to us. 'I guess you two should meet each other,' he said, then laughed. 'Okay, shake hands and come out fucking.' Christ, he was an asshole.
"I felt the girl's hand and said something to the effect that we should throw our whole heart and soul into the fuck scene. She nodded. 'It might lead to something good,' I said, and she nodded again.
"The director then gave us a little story outline and we started. 'Okay, camera is rolling,' he shouted and I started doing my bit. In the movie the girl would be led into my room by two guys who then leave. She's hooded and I take it from there. So that's what we did.
"The camera rolled and the girl stood by the door as though she had just been delivered. I got off the bed, slow-like, my cock already starting to arch up, which I thought was great. I walked over to her and slowly ran my hands down from her neck over her tits. Jesus, they were soft and nice. And the gal was responding to me. Where before her nipples were half-hard, after I played around with them for just a second or two, and after I leaned down and ran my tongue over them just once, they were standing out at a full-hard. This was going to be fun, even if it were for free.
"With one hand on one of her tits, I let my other hand trace down her belly. Real light. Teasing, sort of torturing her. She squirmed a little. She liked it. And then as fast as I could, as soon as I got down to her pussy hair, I stiffened my finger and shot it right up into her pussy. Hard and all the way in on the first shove. The girl let out a gasp and damned near came right then and there. That was the secret of my fucking success, you see. Surprises.
"I finger fucked her for a while, and she kept moving her legs farther apart to let me get at her easier. In no time at all, I had two fingers up her cunt, and then three; She wasn't big or anything-I mean sloppy-it was just that she was liking what I was doing one hell of a lot and she was making her pussy relax.
"I had her bent over in an arch now, with her box stuck out at me and at the camera. But I figured I'd get her to do some of the work now.
"I took hold of her hand and brought it to my cock. At first she seemed hesitant, but when she got hold of that big mother-fucker she started to really like her work. And she had a great touch. Not too light and not too hard. She'd grasp my prick in her palm and jack it lightly a couple of times, and then open her hand and let her fingers trace down the whole length of it. She had that cock of mine lurching around in no time.
"All this was still going on while we were standing to the side of the set. We hadn't even gotten to the bed yet.
"I got to my knees and shoved my head between her legs. The asshole director had said he wanted mouth action, and I didn't mind one bit. I settled my tongue right on her pussy lips and licked them the whole length. Christ, that gal even tasted good! And she let out another gasp.
"I was in a rotten position to do any real cunt licking and invited the broad, by putting my hands on her shoulders and pushing her down, to return the mouth favor. With a little urging she did it. She got down on her knees and after a few tries, and a little encouragement from me, she managed to get the whole length of my prick down her throat. Which is a damned rare thing, let me tell you.
"To tell you the truth, I'd forgotten all about the camera and the assholes on the crew. But then the director broke things up a little. 'That's good,' he yelled, 'but this is only gonna be a ninety-minute film.'
"What he wanted, I guessed, was for us to start making the scene on the bed. So, reluctantly I pulled my cock out of the girl's mouth and helped her to her feet. I picked her up-she wasn't heavy at all-and carried her over to the bed. I laid her out full length and immediately got on top of her. I let her feel my full weight. Women like that; it lets them know who's boss right off.
"She opened her legs a little and let my cock slide down between her thighs. Then she tightened. I liked that. I started to dry hump her a little, but then that goddamned director's voice came through again. 'Let's see some wild stuff,' he said.
So I got up off her and started in with the tongue. On her tits, up around her neck, down her belly, to her cunt. I pushed her legs far apart and then settled down for some real pussy licking.
"She was all hot by this time and she grabbed for my cock. I moved over to get my prick right up against her face. She took it. I could feel my cock sliding against the leather of her hood and then right into her mouth and down her throat.
"Our sixty-nine lasted just about a minute, and then the director did his job again. 'Okay, fuck!' he yelled, and his voice cracked. I think he was turned on by our little sex scene.
"I scrambled around into position and aimed my cock at that gorgeous pussy. With one shove, I lodged the whole damn thing in her. She came then. Bigger than shit she came. Moaning and groaning and bucking around on the bed. And that N made me even hotter. I was just like a goddamned teen-ager. I couldn't hold off my come. I fucked her hard for about thirty seconds and then started shooting my stuff up into her pussy. Again and again I spurted. It was the greatest feeling in the world.
" 'Cut,' the director yelled, and I slumped down on the bed, pulling away from the girl a little.
"The director told us we'd been great and then walked away. The girl sat up on the bed. 'Will you help me out of this,' she said, reaching up to the hood. I helped her. And while I was doing it, she whispered to me, 'I hope you're not ugly.'
"I didn't have any worry on that score, but what I got after we got the hood off her and she turned around was the biggest shock of my life. The broad I'd been sucking and licking and fucking all that while, the broad who had been fucked and who had licked and sucked me was nobody other than my own goddamned relative.
"I'd had wild sex with my cousin Rachel!"
When we start considering the case of Danny B., and the relationships with the two girls he mentioned in his interview-his cousin Rachel, and his girl friend Janet-it is readily apparent that the subject is not at all sure of his masculinity.
His doubts are manifested by his desire to exhibit himself sexually, by his impersonal sexual contact with his neighbor, Janet, and finally by his openly flaunting of taboos, viz. his living together with his cousin Rachel.
Even though Danny claims that he is an actor, and that he is financially forced to take his job in a pornographic film because there are no other acting jobs available, it is quite obvious that this is a meager excuse. Thousands upon thousands of healthy young men are equally incapable of finding suitable jobs, yet none of them would think of, or consent to, taking a few hundred dollars for performing sexually in a sexually explicit film.
At this particular moment, there is very little research done on the rather recent phenomenon of actors in motion pictures in which the sexual act is fully performed. However, one can easily surmise that a person who performs in such movies has an intense desire to exhibit himself.
In Sex Offenders, Paul Gebhard and his associates define exhibitionists as "adult males who have deliberately exposed their genitalia to females in situations where exposure was inappropriate." He, and his research team were attempting to define those cases which had come in contact with the law and had been sentenced to imprisonment for violating the law. They write:
Just as with voyeurism, there is a bit of the exhibitionist in nearly all males and in many females as well. All adult humans want to be physically and sexually attractive; it is psychologically important to them. Society expects and encourages a certain display of physical charms. Except .that they do not expose their genitalia, many a male and female on a public beach could be called exhibitionists: they receive some sexual gratification from displaying their anatomy. In numerous instances the display is not a form of solicitation-they are not seeking sexual activity, but wish to enjoy the knowledge that they are sexually desirable.
Taking the above quotation into consideration, it becomes at once apparent that Danny, as an actor in a pornographic movie, far exceeds Gebhard et al's description of the degree of exhibitionism one can expect in the normal average male.
One of the findings of the research team was that, although in general exhibitionists were found in the central portions of the rank-orders, hi cent ii a u ft Con .s iv s they occupied an intermediate position of 53 per cent as far as postpubertal homosexuality was concerned. The researchers also found that they were in complete agreement with some psychiatric concepts. They write:
Certainly some exhibition is largely an affirmation of masculinity, a cry of, "Look, here is proof I am a man!" This is the response of the insecure male who has suffered some ego-shattering sexual rejection or corrosive longtime sexual stress. Also important is the element of sexual solicitation which many exhibitionists consciously recognize although their hopes are almost never realized. Thirdly, and perhaps less common, is exhibition as an expression of hostility or sadism: a desire to frighten and shock. Very few of these people consciously feel such hostility, and on the whole the exhibitionists are to be pitied rather than feared. .
Danny admits to, what he prefers to call, being somewhat of a freak, by wanting anal intercourse with Janet. Again, it is not a matter of obliging someone he deeply loves. It is most likely that Janet has been rejected by many potential boyfriends because of her intense desire to be assaulted anally. The point is that Danny is more than willing to oblige her.
Contrary to popular belief, anal intercourse, when the partners are of opposite gender, is not a homosexual activity. There are no homosexual activities, sexual or otherwise, per se. A sexual act is homosexual only, if and when the partners are of the same sex. By this definition, as one can see, it is impossible for a man to commit a homosexual act with a woman. However, Danny's desire to have anal intercourse with a woman, points to his unconscious fear of women.
Even though many authorities claim that there is no such thing as a basic posture for sexual intercourse, we cannot but view anal intercourse, with penis entry from the rear, as a sophisticated variation, prompted by curiosity and a desire to experiment.
Virtually all our sexual signals and erogenous zones are on the front of our bodies. When a man enters a woman from the rear, he cannot see the expression on her face, he cannot see her breasts and nipples, he cannot see the genitals. In other words, with rear-entry copulation, the male is not rewarded with any of the incoming sexual signals from the female, and none of the identity signals from his partner. In other words, face-to-face sex is personal sex, rear-entry sex can therefore be called impersonal.
It is obvious that Danny prefers to keep his sex with Janet on an impersonal level. The way he talks about her, in rather derogatory terms, supports this assumption. Again, although this is not a homosexual trait, it is clear that Danny's masculinity is subconsciously being questioned by Danny himself. We will not go so far as to proclaim Danny a latent homosexual. This is impossible to ascertain from the interviews so far, since
Danny has not made any statement in which he expresses any desire for sexual contact with males. Nor has he expressed any particular dislike for homosexuals. Usually, when this opinion is not expressly solicited by an interviewer, such protests indicate the possibility of latent homosexuality.
However, Danny has not mentioned any other girl friends than Janet. Maybe the expression "girl friend" does not adequately express his relationship with his neighbor. They are sex partners in the strictest sense of the word. It is the only reason Janet visits him. They do not seem to mix socially.
In Hollywood everything seems to be possible. Even, or so it seems, meeting one's own cousin as a partner and co-star in a pornographic film. The chances are not so remote as it seems. Both Danny and his cousin Rachel were in search of acting jobs and neither one of them had been very successful in the legitimate field. Under those circumstances it is very well possible that both of them would be contacted by the same person to work for the same producer in the same movie.
Rachel is shocked and outraged to discover that she has, unwittingly, committed incest. Danny, however, admits that the whole idea excited him tremendously and he takes his cousin home with him for the express purpose of resuming sexual relations with her. This bears out the statement that a person such as Danny is delighted to frighten and shock. He is also contemplating to introduce his cousin to anal intercourse.
As we have stated throughout the book, it is difficult to treat the crime of incest, where it involves cousins, as a sexual deviation. Repeatedly we have pointed out that in one-third of the states this type of incest is not even a crime. However, Danny himself points out that he and Rachel have practically grown up as brother and sister. It is with this familiar figure that Danny dares to set up a more or less permanent relationship. We refer to Alfred Adler's comments made earlier in this volume.
"It was all Rachel could do to keep from going crackers even before we got out of the production company's offices. She was really upset. I got her to my Ford and as soon as she was in that area of even limited privacy, she broke down and bawled like a baby.
"I felt so sad and so awful, I wanted to lay down and die. Rachel and I were more than just two cousins. We'd been raised together, gone to school together, double-dated, the whole smear. She was more like a sister to me than a cousin. And that's one reason I should have recognized her. Even with that goddamned hood on.
"All I kept saying was, 'I'm sorry, Rachel. Please don't cry.' But that was like farting in the wind. She was damned near hysterical. 'My God,' she kept sighing. 'What I did was bad enough, but to have you involved. For you to know, and for us to have done those things . . . and I enjoyed it so much . . . '
"Then she'd start crying like hell again. I tell you, that trip back to my apartment was the worst car ride I'd ever had. There just wasn't anything I could do or say to help matters the least bit.
"But we did have an excuse for not recognizing each other, even a better one than the hood. You see, since I'd seen Rachel last, she'd lost about fifteen pounds, and dyed her hair-even if I hadn't seen it-and she . .well, she just sort of looked different. And the truth of the matter was that after we'd come out to Hollywood together-to get 'discovered'-we'd drifted apart. Rachel went to live with this guy who for some reason didn't like me one bit. I wasn't welcome around there, despite what Rachel kept saying, so I didn't go.
"So it had been a year since I'd seen her.
"And now for another bit of truth. Well, I told you earlier that I was a little on the freaky side. Right? Well, fucking my cousin Rachel was the freakiest thing I'd ever done, and I have to admit that I was so turned on by the idea-and by herthat I couldn't wait for a repeat performance.
"But I wasn't about to tell her that yet. She was having too good a time putting on the crybaby routine.
"It's pretty hard on a guy's mind to feel sorry about what he's done on the one hand, and to want to do it again on the other. I was one mixed-up guy on that trip home.
"I got her inside my apartment and really started to comfort her. Head on the shoulder, a light kiss here and there to let her know I cared. Things like that. And while all this lighter stuff was taking place, I managed to cop a couple of good feels on her tits. Let me tell you, my cock was hard as a rock the whole time, and I kept pressing that prick of mine up against her belly. And she didn't make any move to get away from it either. I tell you, I was one confused character.
"What I really wanted to do was fuck her right there. On the bed, on the floor, on the couch-anywhere. But I didn't have the guts to start anything. You see, she wasn't protesting the little things I was doing to her, but at the same time she wasn't exactly cooperating either.
"After I got her calmed down a little, I started asking her about that asshole she'd been living with.
" 'We're not together anymore,' she answered, and then goddamn it, she started crying again. 'I had to leave him,' she said. 'He wanted to do such weird things that I just couldn't put up with him.'
"I figured today wasn't a good day to be asking about those 'weird' things, but I sure as hell intended to find out later.
"Then I got one of the brightest ideas of my life. 'You must be exhausted,' I said in my most sympathetic voice. 'Why don't you take a little nap? Then I'll buy you dinner and a couple of drinks. That'll make you feel better.'
"She nodded miserably and stood up. She went into the bedroom and I was just about ready to follow her in when she shut the door. Damn it.
"I let her stay in there by herself for about ten minutes, or just long enough to get her clothes off that gorgeous body of hers, then I stripped down myself. I was ready to head for the bedroom-and at least get a nap, if nothing else happened-when the doorbell rang.
"I silently cursed and started to head for the door. That had to be Charlie. I owed him money and he'd been bugging me every day for two weeks. Every time I walked into the apartment he'd come to the door with his hand out.
"I swung the door open, not even paying any attention to the fact that I had a roaring hard on, ready to give Charlie that time-worn excuse, 'Tomorrow.'
"But it wasn't Charlie. Son-of-a-gun, it was Janet. All decked out and ready to continue with our interrupted fuck. I could tell by the look in her eyes that that's what she wanted.
"She was in the apartment and had her hand on my cock even before I could say anything about having a guest in the bedroom. She damned near tackled me to the floor. She had her suit off and was as naked as I was in no time at all.
"For some reason, after only a couple of seconds of her sucking on my cock, I was willing to let her go ahead. Even with Rachel in the bedroom. Hell, my cousin was asleep by this time anyway, so why not get my rocks off with Janet? That way I wouldn't be so hot to trot with Rachel, and maybe get into trouble with her.
"I knew what Janet wanted and it wasn't to suck on my cock. She wanted to be fucked, and fucked royally. In both holes. So I pulled her head off my cock and swung her around. I pulled her ass up in the air and made her put her face down on the rug. She was a perfect target now.
"I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my cock. I aimed my prick first at her asshole. Aimed it and shoved. It slid into that hole just as easy as you please.
"Janet let out a moan that would have raised the dead, but I wasn't concentrating on noise right now. I pulled my cock out of her asshole and shoved hard into her pussy. She moaned again. Christ, she was wild. She was swinging that cunt and asshole around like a pendulum, damned near milking the come out of me.
"Sometimes she'd be moving so much I'd have trouble finding the hole I was after. But somehow I always found it in the end. That's a pun. Sorry about that.
"Anyway, it was great. In, out, in the ass, out. And all the time Janet's having a case of the fuck fits.
"Then all of a sudden in the back of my mind I hear this voice. I think it said something like, 'Danny, my God. What are you doing?'
"Now if the truth be known, that was sort of a dumb question, and I didn't feel like answering it. I just sort of turned around to find where the voice came from, and standing there, in the doorway to the bedroom, was none other that Rachel. I guess all the noise Janet had been making woke her up.
"Her eyes were wide as saucers. And her hand, while I was looking at her, slipped down her belly and started to play with her pussy. I don't think she did it consciously.
"But I wasn't about to be interrupted in fucking Janet a second time. The lot of archangels could have been standing there playing with themselves, and I wouldn't have stopped.
"This time Rachel screamed at me. 'Danny! That's perverted!'
"Do you know what? When she yelled that at me, it turned me on so much that I started coming in mid-stroke. I had to jam my cock up Janet's asshole while it was spurting off. Then I rode that ass good.
"I knew Janet would be mad as hell when we were finished. She didn't like me to come up her ass. She wanted the juice in her cunt. Come in the asshole, she had told me, is too messy.
"Anyway, as soon as I was finished shooting and pulling out of Janet, I was embarrassed as hell. Rachel was standing there still staring at me. She looked like she was in shock. Then when I started to say something to her, she turned and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door.
" 'And who, may I ask, is that?' Janet yelled at me from the other side of their room. She was on her feet now and putting on her bikini. I just stood there and shook my head. Everybody was screaming at me.
" 'I repeat,' Janet said. 'Who was that?'
"When I told her Rachel was my cousin, Janet went into peals of hysterical laughter. And she continued laughing all the way out the door and down the steps. But I was glad to see her get out of there before she found out I'd come in her asshole. Right now she didn't know. That girl could never tell her asshole from her cunt.
"Well, things were getting better. There was only one broad in the house now. And I wasn't completely horny anymore. I mean, I could talk to Rachel without having visions of fucking her flit through my mind.
"I walked over and knocked on the bedroom door. No answer. I knocked again. Tried the doorknob. It was locked. 'Hey, Rachel,' I yelled through the door. 'Open up. I've got to use the John.'
"After a short wait, the latch on the door clicked and Rachel threw the door open. 'I should hope you'd clean that thing up very well after what you've been doing,' she said. She looked down at my still half-hard cock. 'That was the worst exhibition I've ever seen in my life.'
"I felt like saying something like, 'Fuck off,' but I didn't have the guts. In Rachel's frame of mind she would have probably killed me if I had.
"I went into the John, took a leak and cleaned up. When I came back, Rachel was dressed, but still there. Which surprised me.
" 'I was going to walk out,' she said haughtily when I looked at her with a question mark in my eyeballs. 'But you know we've been offered those roles in that awful movie. And we have to decide which of us is going to take it.'
"I sat down next to her.
" 'Put some clothes on, for heavens' sake,' she said really nasty. 'I can't talk to you with that thing waving in my face.'
"For some reason that last comment really made me mad. 'Fuck you,' I said. 'I'm not gonna put clothes on. And I'm not gonna give up seven hundred bucks just because you've got 'cousin' scruples. Hell, if you don't want to fuck with me, then drop out. I don't give a shit.'
"I guess my tone of voice chastened her a little bit, because a new expression came to her face. She looked like she was going to cry again. Which was all I needed.
" 'Danny,' she sobbed, 'I can't give up that role. I need the money. Desperately. And they're paying me a thousand, not seven hundred.'
" 'So what's the problem?' I asked her. 'Let me fuck you a couple of times and you'll be a thousand ahead. Nobody'll be the wiser about us being cousins.'
"She thought a minute. 'Do you do that to girls a lot?' she asked finally. " 'What?'
" 'Have sex with them . . . in the back?' she stammered. I couldn't help but laugh. That was what was on her mind. Not the movie. She was fascinated by Janet's taking it up the ass.
" 'You know,' she added. 'That's what Art wanted me to do. And I wouldn't.'
"Art was the creep she had been living with.
" 'Listen, Rachel,' I said in my most persuasive tone, 'the only reason I fuck Janet in the ass is because she likes it. She asked me to. You wouldn't have to worry about me doing it to you. Unless the script called for it and you were willing.'
" 'Are you sure?' she asked. I nodded. I was starting to like her again. And my cock was starting to get hard again. She noticed.
" 'Now wait a minute, Don Juan. I might go along with doing things in the movie, but don't get any ideas about extra-curricular activities. We are cousins, you know. And besides being immoral and perverted, even though nice, it's also illegal.'
" 'Not here in California,' I said, 'only back home.' Then I asked, 'Are you going to do the movie or not?'
"She again thought for a long while. 'I need the money too bad not to,' she said finally. 'So I guess for three days, we're not cousins. I'd die if anybody found out.'
"On not telling anybody I agreed with her. After all, it was nobody's business but our own. We agreed to both do the movie and to keep the relationship in front of the camera just business. Do what was asked and no more. I think Rachel was still worried about getting a surprise cock up the ass.
"I drove her home and agreed to pick her up the next morning. Our first day of shooting. Right before she headed into her apartment, she kissed me good-bye. And let me tell you, it wasn't a cousinly kiss.
"The next day, when we got to the sound stage, the place was like a snake pit. Crazy people, some naked, were running around all over the place. You find out real quick that when you work in fuck films, there's no such thing as modesty. You strip when you get there-boys and girls-and you stay naked all day. Even at lunch.
"First thing that morning, we had a cast meeting. Everybody in the room except Rachel was a guy. 'Jesus,' I whispered to her, 'are you going to take all these guys on?'
" 'I don't know,' she whispered back. 'I hope not.'
"I sure hoped not either, for Rachel's sake.
There were seven naked guys in that room, ranging from a real dirty old man type to a big black stud who had a twanger down to his ankles. If Rachel got fucked by that cock she'd have to find an elephant for future romantic entanglements.
"Creep director was back and he took us through the day's shooting. Most of the dialogue was strictly extemporaneous. I was relieved to hear that Rachel only would get fucked by myself and by one other guy in the room, and luckily he wasn't the one who tripped over his own prick. They were hiring an old blowsy hooker to. take on the dirty old man and the stud, but she'd only be in for the third day. Actually, they had the thing pretty well arranged.
"I guess you can believe that the movie started off with a fuck scene. Between Rachel and myself. Actually, it was the last fuck in the movie, but they were doing it first because . . . ah shit, I don't remember why. I just know it was first.
"Just before we were set to start, the director came over to me. 'There's one little thing I'd like to add to this scene if we can,' he said, and it was the first time he had talked to me like I was a human being.
"I looked at him and asked him what. He hesitated. 'Well,' he said finally. 'The girl doesn't know it, but if you manage to get her hot enough in this scene, I'm gonna throw that big black mother in and see if she can take him. Even if she can't, it'll look great on screen.'
" 'She won't like it,' I told him.
" 'I know,' the guy said. 'But it's worth an extra hundred and fifty bucks to you if you get her hot enough that she will.'
"Boy, now I was really torn. I didn't know whether to tell Rachel or not. After all, she was my cousin and that big stud might just rip her apart. But on the other hand, I sure could use that hundred and fifty extra bucks. So I tucked my conscience away for a while and decided to see how things developed.
"In this scene, Rachel didn't have a mask on. It was the last sex scene in the picture, and the bit was that Rachel has decided she loves me and she sneaks into my apartment while I'm asleep and starts to make me. I guess they figured they could throw the black into the action because in the movie he's my roommate.
"Complicated, ain't it?
"Anyway, we finally got started. I'm on the bed, stark naked, and sound asleep. The door opens and in walks Rachel. She stands by the door and takes about fifteen minutes to get her clothes off. Then she walks over to the bed. She makes a grab for my cock with her mouth and starts sucking up a storm. But I still don't wake up. Right? Nan, I sleep through the whole thing, just like anybody else would do.
"I only wake up when Rachel's got my cock roaring hard and she's sitting on it. And bouncing around like hell. Then I wake up, just like any corpse would.
"Boy, then we start making out. We suck and lick and bite and chew and suck some more, and fuck. Oh Christ, it was great. I was really turned on, and I knew that Rachel was in the same condition.
"I guess the director sensed that the scene was pretty realistic, because all of a sudden Rachel and me had a visitor. Six-foot-four, all black, all muscles, and with at least a twenty-two inch dick. Christ, that guy was enough to scare the hell out of me, and he wasn't even going to try to do anything to me.
"The money won out over my conscience, and I let the big stud grab Rachel from the back. She was right in position for him to stick that cock of his into her pussy. And he tried to. The whole thing in one shove. Jesus, you should have heard Rachel yelp. Even with my cock in her mouth she yelped like she was being fucked by a fence post. Which wasn't far from the truth.
"Then I got into the act. Not into the fucking act, but something entirely new. Somehow, seeing that guy hurting Rachel so bad, and knowing she was so helpless to get away from the big goof, I suddenly saw red. I really got pissed. So I jumped off the bed and started throwing all of my one hundred and fifty pounds at the guy, trying to get him off Rachel's back. It was like moving the China Wall.
"The guy took enough time out of his fucking to turn towards me. 'What the hell you doing?' he asked.
" 'You're hurting her,' I screamed at him. 'You're hurting her and I love her.'
"He stopped fucking immediately and pulled out of Rachel. 'You mean that?' he asked. I nodded, miserable. All that money down the drain. Shit.. .
"Rachel and I are living together now. At least we've got each other. And that's something worthwhile. Anyhow, we keep telling ourselves it is."
The subject was referred to this counselor after his cousin Rachel broke off her relationship with him. She went back to her former love . . . Danny expressing his resentment primarily by referring to this young man as a "creep."
Since Danny is on a conscious level convinced that he is God's gift to women, there is hardly any hope that he will accept counseling. He cannot see that he shares many of his sexual qualities with Don Juan, the famous latent homosexual of legend who seduced one woman after another, who delighted in exhibiting himself (although on a strictly verbal level), and whose memoirs abound with examples of anal intercourse.
Danny will probably go on enjoying himself in this hedonistic manner till time invariably will make it impossible for him to go from one conquest to another. Danny will simply wear out physically to the point where one conquest per day becomes impossible. So far, he has been very proud of the fact that he can maintain his erections, even after repeated intercourse. This usually indicates that true satisfaction has not been found. Danny's age, at this point, is in his favor. Sexual potency is strongest in young males from the age of fifteen till about the age of thirty. Thereafter, potency wanes rapidly.
And since Danny seems incapable of forming a true bond with a member of the opposite sex, other than on a sexual level, we foresee that he will enter his middle age a terribly lonely man. Unless he consults with a qualified psychoanalyst, there is little hope for him to escape his lonely life.