Chapter 6
The rumble of far away thunder woke her, Barbara sighed and rolled over on the wide bed. The lovely girl's bare knee collided with something soft and warm. For a moment Barbara's fuzzy brain didn't function, but then Delia stirred beside her and pressed a pair of sleep-soft lips against her ear!
A spreading sense of horror came alive inside of her. Barbara slowly eased away from the other woman's naked body and sat up.
Looking down at Delia, Barbara's eyes glued themselves to the lovely brunette's plump lipped vulva. Delia lay with her thighs slightly parted and Barbara could easily see the pink, inner lining under the thick growth of pubic hair.
Go on, stare the voice in her head taunted. Barbara had to press a knuckle against her lips to keep from screaming as the voice went on and on. Does the sight of her cunt turn you on? You loved it last night! You sucked it, kissed it, ran your tongue all over it. Why don't you bend down and start eating her cunt again? Delia would love that. She's a pervert. She'd love it as much as you did when you let her suck you the same way!
Degrading memories forced their way into her mind, Barbara remembered the sighs, the squeals and moans of pleasure that they had made as they spent the night together. The lovely girl tried to hate herself, but the longer she thought about the delightful kisses and fingerings the more heated she became. The girl just barely caught herself as she responded to the impulse to bend over and wake the handsome woman with a lingering, tongue teasing kiss.
A tiny whimper escaped the stricken blonde's lips and she realized that she had to get away. There was no way that she could think clearly as she sat beside Delia's temptingly naked body.
Hurriedly but quietly, Barbara moved to her dresser and found a skirt and blouse. As she dressed, she heard another rumble of thunder and grabbed a jacket before she slipped out the door, closing it silently behind her.
A quick glance at the sky told the girl all she needed to know. Dark, heavy clouds hung directly over the camp and as she stared up at them she felt the first thick drops of rain strike her nose and her cheeks.
The rain pelted down on her as she walked along the deserted path between the trailers. Barbara heard sounds coming from the mess tent but the idea of eating was so terrible that she shuddered and almost ran the other way.
There would be no work today. Barbara shook her head unhappily, it would have been better if she could have thrown herself into her job. It would have let her still the clamor of thoughts and self-loathing that were churning and spinning in her brain.
"Hey, you'll get sick wandering around in the rain."
Startled, Barbara turned and found herself facing the director, Jim Walters. When the lovely girl didn't respond the man shook his head and opened the door to his trailer all the way. "Come in, don't stand out there getting soaked."
She knew that she shouldn't go in Walter's trailer, but suddenly she felt so lonely, so helpless. After hesitating another few seconds, the young girl took the offered hand and allowed herself to be pulled up the stairs and into the warm, dry trailer.
Inside, the big man poked in a closet for a second. Then he handed Barbara a big, fuzzy bathrobe.
"Go in there and put this on, you'll catch cold in those wet things."
Barbara's hand shook when she reached for the robe. She knew what she was letting herself in for, but there didn't seem to be any choice for her. She was trapped and had to play the game with the rules that were already in force.
As she stripped her dripping things off and hung them on the shower rod, Barbara could hear a pot clinking and realized that Walters was making coffee.
The lovely girl was still rubbing at her damp hair when she shyly stepped out of the tiny bathroom. Jim's robe was huge and she felt like a child playing in adult clothing.
"Here, careful it's hot." Jim handed her a large, thick mug. It felt good cupped between her hands and she gratefully sipped at the thick, dark drink.
"You put something it it," Barbara finally whispered when she sat the cup on the table.
"Whiskey, the best Irish. Nothing is better for a cold, wet day in the mountains than a few hot mugs of Irish coffee," Jim said with a slow smile. "In fact, I can't imagine a day, cold or hot that goes well without booze."
Barbara tried to smile at the man, but the distinct note of bitterness in his voice stopped her. Jim must have noticed something in her expression because he shrugged and took another deep pull at his mug of laced coffee.
"What's the matter with you, chick?" Before she could think of an answer Jim shook his head and waved a big paw in front of her. face. "No don't tell me, let me guess. Some of the horny cocks and the "free" ladies of our little village have been after you and you're feeling a bit worn and used."
Barbara's shock and embarrassment must have shown because the director threw his head back and laughed in a deep, bass voice. The humiliated girl would have stood up and left the table but Jim's big hand dropped down and pinned her wrist in a firm, unbreakable grip.
Once he stopped laughing and caught his breath the big man gave Barbara a knowing, sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, kid. I wasn't laughing at you. I know that Sam-likes to take on green girls like you and use them as his private stock. I think that he's a dirty prick, but what I was laughing at is that everyone here is being fucked to death in one way or another!"
Barbara's shock and embarrassment was fading and she looked at Jim with a question in her eyes.
"Don't you see? I'm here because I have three ex-wives, bills for private schools, house payments on a big, cold castle in Beverly Hills and I'm so hard up for cash that I'll come out here and work on this piece of shit for Sam Spealman! Don't you think that I'm getting fucked too?" The slow glimmer of understanding flamed up in Barbara's head and finally she nodded in reluctant agreement.
"Look at Rick Tolliver, his career is in bad shape but he owes 'the boys' a lot of money. He's in this turkey because he has to pay them for past favors and then turn over most of the cash. This picture is going to hurt him. He needed a good script this time out, not the junk we've got."
The faint traces of humor died in the big man's face and he gave the surprised girl's hand a gentle pat. "So you see, Sam Spealman and the people from back East are giving us all a fucking, they're turning us all into whores."
A dead, helpless feeling grew up behind Barbara's heart and she realized that the last of her rosy dreams of what movie making would be like had turned to a wisp of smoke and blew away.
"I ... I don't know how to bring this up," Jim said in a low voice. "After what I just said I guess you have the right to hit me on the head and bug out, but...."
"What is it, Mr. Walters," Barbara said in a soft voice when the director's voice trailed off without finishing the question.
Before he answered, the big man got to his feet and pulled Barbara up beside him. "There won't be any work today. After a while there are going to be some pretty wild parties starting up. Why don't you stay here with me and keep out of the way?"
He hadn't asked her, not in real words, but his message was clear, between the lines. Barbara felt a small spark of anger flare up in her belly but it died almost as fast as it was born. For the first time in her life the lovely girl understood true loneliness. The thought of going out into the camp or back to Delia repelled her and she realized that she would rather be here with the big director than anywhere else.
"All right," Barbara whispered shyly. "I'll ... stay, if you want." For a moment neither of them spoke or moved. The girl's lashes were lowered but she could still feel the intensity of the man's eyes on her as she stood meek and still before him.
Jim's fingers tightened around Barbara's upper arms and he slowly pulled her closer to him. One hand left her arm and fingers tilted her chin, forcing the trembling girl to meet his eyes.
"I'm glad," Jim said simply. "I'm very glad."
There was no need for her to answer, Barbara smiled and stood very still as the tall man bent toward her and covered her lips with his own.
It was happening again! That prudish part of her was upset, but this time the girl sensed something different, there was no anger, no threat of force. This time the girl could feel the real need in the man and was faintly surprised to find an echoing feeling inside of herself as well.
When Jim's big hand slipped down and pressed against the base of her bottom the lovely girl sighed against his probing tongue and allowed herself to melt forward until her supple body was molded tightly against his. She could feel Jim's heart beat, she could feel his heavy prick stir and then begin to stiffen. As it rose, the lovely young blonde felt Jim's cock rubbing against her belly. Even the thick robe that she wore didn't hide that.
"Let's do this right," the big man muttered once their lovely kiss ended. "I want this to be right for both of us." Jim stopped for a moment and easily lifted a surprised Barbara in his arms and turned in the direction of his bed.
It was strange. She had fought this with other men and with Delia, why wasn't she fighting Jim Walters? Barbara felt small and cuddled in the big man's arms. She enjoyed the sensation and realized that it reminded her of being carried off to sleep by her father before he had died. It was nice and comforting.
He sat Barbara on her feet by the bed, then pulled the covers back. Moving slowly and gently the big man stripped the heavy robe away from her and left Barbara naked and excited before him. The lovely girl knew that he was staring at the smooth curves of her body and, for once, she enjoyed the knowledge.
Once he'd seated her on the edge of the bed, the man pulled his heavy sweater over his head and then undid his fly and pulled his jeans and underwear down.
Barbara stared openly at the half-hard shaft that dangled before her. The girl shivered with pleased excitement when she realized how terribly long Jim's penis would be when it was completely hard. Mercury swift images of what it would be like to be taken by that long pole darted across the girl's imagination and she felt a responding flush of excitement turn the flesh of her arms into a bumpy field of goose-flesh.
When the impulse first hit her, Barbara was surprised and shocked with herself, but the more she thought about it the more logical it seemed to her.
Shyly, hesitantly the girl obeyed her impulse and her small hand reached out and grasped the swaying hose of flesh that hung between Jim's hairy thighs.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh, that's good," the man sighed as the girl's fist began to make a slow pumping motion on his cock. Jim let his big hands drift down until they could caress Barbara's naked shoulders for a moment, then one hand slipped behind the girl's neck and the other slid down over the firm, up-thrust swell of her breasts.
"Oooooooo," the lovely girl sighed as she allowed herself to be pulled forward. "Don't rush me, let me do it at my own speed." Instantly the pressure at the back of her head ceased and Barbara was pleased, he wasn't using her like a piece of meat, he cared about her and listened to her.
Even without the pressure, Barbara's head continued to move forward until her lips met and brushed against the spade-shaped head of Jim's long penis. It was surprising, when she'd been forced to do this for Sam she'd been humiliated and ashamed. But now, while she was doing it on her own, the lovely script girl found that she enjoyed running her pointed tongue back and forth over the pouting slit in the head of the tall man's cock.
Using her hand to hold him upright and guide him, Barbara turned her head to the side and began to lightly flick at the underside of the swelling, pulpy glans.
Jim moaned, he trembled and each time that she ran her loving tongue across the head of his cock the shaft would jerk and grow firmer in her grip.
Before long the lovely girl had the full length of Jim's hairy prong standing upright and hard in her hand. With each inch that it grew she became more and more aware of how terribly long it was.
Deep inside of her, the young blonde felt a glowing, spreading excitement, she imagined what it would be like when the big director filled her tight love sheath with his elongated meat and once again, she was surprised to realize that she enjoyed the prospect rather than dreaded it.
Barbara let her instincts guide her, she slid closer to the pulsating erection and engulfed the blood swollen cap of the man's cock. The penis was standing on its own now so she let her hands fall away and creep around the back of his thighs and then upward until she could massage and caress the hairy cheeks of his ass.
"Ohhhhh, honey," Jim sighed. The director's hands met and clasped at the back of her blonde head and began to pull Barbara's head forward to meet his cock as he thrust it at the red oval of her open mouth. She knew that he was using her lips as he would her vagina, but somehow Barbara didn't feel offended.
"No more," Jim finally sighed as he reluctantly pushed himself away from Barbara's clinging lips. The lovely girl moaned and tried to follow him so that she could maintain the delicious suction she had been applying to his rod. "No more, honey, or I'll cum!"
"Ahhhhhhhh, I don't care," Barbara moaned truthfully, she'd already prepared herself to drink the hot froth of his cum and she was slightly disappointed. "You can cum in my mouth if you want, you can do anything you want with me, darling!"
Jim chuckled gently as he pushed Barbara back on his wide bed. "Good, because right now I want to feel myself inside of this glorious little body of yours, I want to fuck you!"
It was beautiful, Barbara's belly had turned into whipped cream, she felt melted and soft as she fell back on the cool sheets and let the man with the powerful cock pull her legs apart.
Jim was on his knees staring down at her while his hand guided his long, hose-like cock into the glowing, bubbling opening of Barbara's womanhood. The girl smiled shyly and reached down, brushing his fingers aside. She took on the job of inserting the head herself.
"Slowly, slowly," the director whispered as he pushed forward. "Don't move, don't say a word, just concentrate on the feeling of my cock going into your wet little snatch."
A hiccupping sigh escaped the delighted little blonde when the head of the penis, then the long, firm pole of flesh dipped into her and began to glide upward over her juice-coated cunt walls. The girl gasped as she felt herself being filled, stretched so far that she imagined that she could feel the head of the powerful probe bumping up under her rib cage.
At last the blonde felt Jim's hairy balls rubbing and bouncing against the velvety flesh of her upturned bottom. "Ohhhhh, it feels soooooo long! Oh, darling, it feels soooooo gooooooood," Barbara gushed as she melted under the man who was making such perfect love to her. "Aggggghhhhhhhhhh, so gooooooood!"
True to his word, Jim started slow. He made sure that Barbara could feel every hairy inch of his meat as it slid in and out of her. The girl felt herself blush when she heard the wet, bubbling sound that her poor, stuffed little cunt made as her love juice was pumped out of her by the huge dong that worked at her.
"Aggghhh ... ohhhhhhh," the girl gasped. Suddenly, she stiffened, her tiny toes curled flat against the soles of her feet and an orgasm exploded deep in the darkness of her sex. "Aaaaiiiieeeee ... ooooooo, darling, you're making me cummmmmm!"
Jim didn't stop, the big man continued his steady, powerful thrusts and in moments the squealing girl realized that he would make her climax again. Barbara's arms locked about his neck, her plump thighs kissed and rubbed against his rib cage as she tried to answer each lovely rush of his cock with a soft, clinging wiggle of her deliciously smooth ass. The man groaned in appreciation and increased the pace of his fucking.
"Roll over, let's have you up here where I can see you." Barbara had seen her mother like that when she was a little child and had always resisted being on top, it had always seemed worse for the woman to do the fucking, to see a woman working herself up and down on the man's wet cock. But now, after she'd been lifted astride of the man's naked body and she could feel the thick prod of his cock nudging against her trembling buttocks, she didn't care.
"Oooooo, I've never done it this way before," the girl whispered as she lifted herself high enough to pull Jim's slippery cock upright beneath her. They were both looking down as Barbara's fur-fringed little sex opened wide and the long pole of her lover's juice-coated stalk sank into her to the hilt.
From the first instant it was good. It was so good that it frightened Barbara. The lovely little blonde wiggled and shook as the full length of Jim's hard dong stuffed itself into her. She found that by leaning forward on the palms of her hands, two delicious things would happen.
First, Jim could catch the swaying, bouncing tips of her lovely tits and suck noisily at the nipples. Secondly, the girl found that she could alter the angle of her pelvis and make the iron-hard root of Jim's cock scrub against her burning clitty!
"Ogggghhhhhhh," the delighted girl moaned as she jerked and wiggled on the long pole that had speared her deep, her fingers dug into the sheets, and her knees burned as she shook and waggled herself into another climax.
"Ohhhh, baby," Jim gasped as the greasy folds of Barbara's tight cunt bit and squeezed at his cock. The big man's fingers dug into the spongy flesh of her ass as his long hose jerked and he began to pump long, slippery jets of cum into her.
Barbara screamed and jammed one of her pointed breasts into Jim's gaping mouth as she fought to milk his cock and coax the last burning drops of semen into her thirsty belly.
"Sweet, baby," the big man moaned when the last spasms of joy left them and his softened cock slipped free of the frantic grip of her slot. "Suck it, baby, suck it for me."
Nothing bothered her when she was with Jim, Barbara didn't even hesitate before she slipped off his prostrate body and pushed her tousled head down over his sweaty belly until her lips found the slick shaft of his spent cock.
A tiny tremor of satisfaction rumbled deep in her cum-soaked pussy as the lovely girl began to lovingly suck and lick at the flaccid tube of flesh, cleaning away the musky mixture of sperm and love lube, rolling it back and forth over her tongue before she swallowed it. "Pluze, Jum," Barbara mumbled as she obediently sucked on his cock. "Tuke cure of mu, I'll bu guud tu yu, dun't lut thiise others gut mu agun."
Jim didn't answer, but it didn't matter, Barbara felt safe and secure as she sucked at the limp cock and teased the heavy balls with the silky tips of her fingers.