Chapter 8
The filming during the next few weeks went smoothly. The promise of Jill's body made Drew Karper into a better actor than he might have otherwise been, and every night, she slept in the arms of Erik Gordon. There was a five day break when she got her period, but afterward, the filming resumed. Now they were down to the last scene. She still hadn't given Erik her decision, still worried he would abuse her.
The storyline, though simple, had been interspersed with a lot of good dialogue and interesting non-sexual scenes that kept the movie going between the fuckings. There were five sex scenes altogether. The first one had taken place in the opening sequence with Drew raping her. The next sex-scene had taken place a short time later, after Drew had supposedly explained the fundamentals of turning a man on and teaching him how to make a woman happy, so that she had done the tea-and-whipped cream scene with the man who played the part of Stan, Mavis' husband. The third scene was a lesbianic scene, and except for a few close-ups of Jill's face in rapturous ecstasy, the entire lesbianic scene had been shot with a double. The fourth scene and the fifth blended together. In the fourth scene, near the end of the movie, she and her husband go to a masquerade party, and there, she spies her husband making time with another woman, using on her, all the techniques she had taught him in order to strengthen their marriage. So she and Drew go off to another room and there, Drew fucks her again.
Now the fifth scene was coming up. The man playing her husband, Stan, was six-feet-six inches tall, and he had a penis that seemed a twin of Erik Gordon's, in both length and breadth. like Erik, he had a pot belly in spite of his size.
According to the script, she and Drew had been fucking while wearing masks, she unaware they're being observed by everyone else at the party. Then, when the director yelled, "Action!" Drew "accidentally" knocked her mask off.
The camera panned in on Stan's face, a long, pouchy face with wide eyes that became even wider as he recognized Mavis, his wife, being fucked by his best friend. He was too stunned to move or even think. He stood there, paralyzed as his wife collapsed on top of Drew. They had been using the woman-on-top position, and now Drew's shrunken, wet cock slid sop-pingly from the wetness of Mavis's cunt.
Jill knew Erik was watching the shooting. For some reason, he was perversely turned on by watching other men fuck her, and it made him want her all the more at night. She realized that if she did agree to work with Erick, he would want to fuck her consistently, and that being the case, she had decided she might take him up on his offer, if he was willing to make it legal. This way, if other men fucked his wife, it would still be with his approval.
Stan was moving toward the couple sprawled on the bed in the large room where other onlookers stared at them through two-way mirrors. He tried not to look at Drew, his best friend, feeling that even though Drew had probably instigated this, his wife was more to blame for letting it happen. The fact that, according to the script, the woman he had just finished fucking had been Drew's wife, didn't matter at all.
No! Mavis was a cheating bitch, and he had to get even with her. Reaching down, he wound his fingers in her long brown hair, hair that had been disheveled and hung around her face. He yanked her lovely head roughly back as he sneered at her.
"Surprise, Mavis you bitch! It's your husband. Nice show you put on just now!"
According to the script, Mavis had forgotten all about Stan as she had become more and more involved with Drew, passionately thrilling to the wonder Drew was supposed to inspire in her. By imagining Drew's cock was Erik's, Jill had managed an academy award performance, and she really seemed to be snapping out of a stupor at the moment as she looked up, blinking a little as if trying to remember where she was.
She saw Stan looking down at her with a sneer of contemptuous hatred scrawled all over his face. The script called for her to show fear, and remembering as much, Jill allowed fright to suffuse her features and make her quiver.
"Stan, no," she gasped, remembering her lines. "Wait! Please, listen to me," she insisted, desperately looking up at him. Her words sounded so pathetic, Jill wondered if any husband would believe a wife who tried speaking them.
"You fucking bitch!" Stan snarled, his cold voice filled with anger and hate, a look of venom filling his eyes. Jill had to admit the man playing her husband knew how to act. She allowed a feeling of shame to overcome her, thinking back to the first day she had been raped in order to blush properly. Now the script called for her shame to be replaced by fear, and so she thought about the way Erik had initially raped her at the pool in his home.
"How many other men have been fucking that tight little body of yours, Mavis, you dirty little whore," Stan yelled in a rasping voice. "I know I made things hard for you for a while, but I thought we could straighten everything out. Now I see differently."
Jill cowered as helplessly beneath this man's gaze as she had beneath Erik's leer that first day she had met him. He jerked her head back even further, putting strain on her neck. But he knew enough not to over-act, which was one of the saving graces of the picture.
"Answer me, you bitch!" he snarled.
"Stan, oh Stan, please, you're hurting me!" she finally managed to blurt out. He ignored the pain in her voice.
"We'll just have to see if your husband can't give you all the cock you need," he taunted at her, rolling her off Drew's body onto the floor. "I'll wear my mask so you'll think you're being fucked by someone else."
The woman playing Drew's wife took her cue and came running into camera range, saying, "Be careful, you're hurting her."
"You keep outta this, you fucking cunt!" Stan snarled at her.
"Yeah," Drew said from the floor. "This is between the man and his wife."
He was on his feet now and reached out one of his strong arms to hold back the woman playing his wife. The woman took her cue and remained standing there helplessly, looking down at Jill, stretched out on the floor beneath her.
'Turn over, you bitch!" Stan snarled at her, and when Jill was slow to move, he roughly rolled her over onto her belly.
Reaching down, his hands gripped her hips and he lifted her into a kneeling position. Jill found herself swaying there. She knew what was to come and she was a bit worried. What was going to take place was the one kind of sex in which she had never previously indulged. But the script called for it. She swayed obscenely below the tall man, her rounded white buttocks thrust back toward him. She turned away for a moment and froze when the director called, "Cut!"
"What's wrong?" Stan asked Absalom Kirsch.
"You're washed out, Stan. That last fucking scene really drained you. You'll never get your cock up to full mast to fill her ass. We'll use the stunt cock."
"Right!" Stan nodded.
"We'll film this in relative close-up so no one will know how tall the double really is," Kirsch told Jill. She shrugged, not really caring. She had learned that on the set, as much as she enjoyed fucking, it lacked the meaning she had when being fucked by Erik Gordon.
"Action!" Kirsch called out, and she saw a different pair of hairy legs replace those of Stan.
He was standing behind her, between her ankles, and she was unable to catch more than a glimpse of him. His monstrous cock stood out swollen and hard. That much she saw from the shadow off to the side, and her mind imagined the way the veins in it must be standing out while the throbbing head was pulsating.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" the one playing Drew's wife asked.
"I'm gonna fuck her where she's never been fucked before," Stan's voice from off-camera said in a snarling way. "I'm gonna fuck that sweet wife of mine until she can't move. I'm gonna fuck her in the ass, that's what I'm gonna do."
The eyes of Drew's wife opened in horror as she stared directly into one of the cameras.
"My God! You'll kill her. No woman can take something like that in her rear. It'll split her right up the middle."
The man stooped and grabbed both of the slender ankles belonging to Jill. She felt him tugging them outward, while his hand made certain she remained in the kneeling position.
"No," Jill cried out, pleading in her voice. "Oh no.. . no . . . please . . . don't do this . . . no . . . for God's sake.. . . " she whimpered, feeling the cool rush of air between her thighs. "I can't let you do this to me, Stan, not this way. This is too cruel, too inhuman!"
She jerked and tried standing up, but a hand pressed itself into the small of her back, pushing her flat against the floor. She struggled for a moment, then lay perfectly still, her body shaking violently from the helpless pleadings rumbling unheard in her throat.
Whoever had taken Stan's place was doing a good job, physically. Jill almost felt the anger in the man, and though Stan was saying the lines from off-camera, the man was acting everything to perfection.
The man behind her dropped to his knees between her wide-open legs as he ran his hands very roughly over the slenderly long, firm feminine muscles of her quivering calves. Then his fingers began moving up the insides of her thighs, and for a moment she thought Stan might have come back, because the touch was so familiar. Drew's sperm smeared her vaginal cleft, and she knew from the way the set-hands were watching that they would have loved to have had seconds and thirds with her.
She sensed the man behind her leering down at her as she cowered and shuddered, and then hands were slowly drawing apart the white mounds of her lovely buttocks. As the script called for it, Jill moaned and did her best to tighten her ass-cheeks, tensing them together again. But the man applied strong pressure, digging his fingers firmly into her soft gluteal flesh, and she was forced to relax just enough to let him spread her ass-cheeks apart as he wished.
The others on the set, on cue, moved closer, to watch what was happening. The action was exciting them in spite of the fact that they were supposedly concerned for Mavis, the character Jill was playing.
Jill heard the man behind her suck in his breath as the tiny ring of softly tender anal flesh came into view for the camera to photograph. A hand slowly rubbed against her ass-cheeks, and, as the script called for, a forefinger thrust itself experimentally at the inter-folded ring of her sphincter. Though she had been fingered on camera before while being fucked by Drew, Jill knew she was supposed to be tense, and the finger in her asshole was supposed to hurt. It didn't, but she was playing a part, and so she lurched forward in an attempt to escape the probing digit. It was useless for her to do so, and the man behind her thrust his finger forward again, sinking it to the first knuckle inside her supposedly resisting anus.
"Hhhhh aaaa nnnn gggg hhhhh Goddd!" she cried out, feeling nothing but pleasure, but pretending it was pain as she clenched her buttocks tightly together, trapping the finger of the man behind her between her tensed rear cheeks.
"Open it!" she heard Stan's voice command from off camera, sounding brutal as the man behind her pushed down with all his strength, shoving his finger all the more deeply into her, past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud, her voice sounding pitiful in its submission, and her buttocks obediently became limp, to be used as the man behind her wished.
The finger moved in and out of her rectum with a loving pressure, supposedly scouring her asshole and widening it for the greater invasion about to take place. She saw his shadow on the floor, noting his hand was stroking his cock, readying the thick instrument for that final and ultimate humiliation of any helpless woman. Jill remained there on her knees, waiting.
He touched the cheek of her ass with the head of his cock, and Jill knew who was behind her. Erik was playing the stunt-cock. Yes, it all made sense, now. Her asshole was her one virgin opening. Much as Erik was aroused at the sight of other men fucking her, he wanted the pleasure of devirginizing her anus, himself. She was certain that in the future, he would let others use her asshole as they had used her cunt and her mouth, but this first time he had to have it, himself, and she felt warm all over. It was, perhaps, as close to admitting how he felt about her as Erik had ever come.
His finger was joined by a second finger, then a third finger, slowly widening her anal opening. Then all three fingers pulled out.
Erik's thumbs tugged her buttocks wide open all over again. He leaned forward and down and let drops of sputum fall from his mouth onto her anal crevice, as well as smearing some on his cock to make his entry into her rear that much easier.
Now he leaned forward, pushing the whole of his lower body against her back. The thick, full length of his throbbing cock lay jammed into the crevice between her buttocks, the broad tip resting against the tiny pulsating opening, shimmering from his saliva. He levered himself up on his elbows, then pushed gently with his hips for the moment, directing his stone-solid instrument directly into the tightly clenched rear orifice.
Jill realized she had been holding her breath for what had seemed like an eternity as she waited for this. She groaned as she felt the unrelenting member pop through the tightly restricting ring of her anal flesh, and had his hands not gripped her belly, she would have pitched forward, falling flat on her face.
The others, standing around, stared with open mouths as they saw the sphincter of the tiny, stretching anus slip over the clasping tip of Erik's throbbingly broad cock-head, surrounding it like a tight rubber band. Erik was grinning, the mask on his face hiding his features, but not his smile as he probed into the ass he loved, thrusting his hips forward and down with all his strength, sinking the pylon of lust-hardened flesh halfway into her rectum.
Jill felt some mild discomfort, but no actual pain because Erik had prepared her well. But the script called for her to scream and yell, and she did so.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee . . . no . . . no.. . no.. . don't.. . . " she begged, as if she were in dire agony.
Erik's hand pressed her face into the carpeted floor, muffling her voice as he pressed his belly against her buttocks, forcing her to lie flat as more of his cock slipped into her rectum. She flailed her legs out on either side of him, luxuriating in the cock filling her ass, but pretending it hurt like blazes. Her struggles looked real to the camera as she appeared to be fighting her impalement.
Her rounded buttocks jerked and twisted beneath the pressure of his belly, which in close-up, looked like Stan's belly, as she struggled with the seeming intent of throwing the man off. But her supposedly desperate struggles only worsened her position. With each frantically obscene buck of her helpless body, she felt his cock skewering a little deeper into her tightly stretched anus until finally.. . .
"Hhhhh aaaa nnnn gggg hhhh . . . uuunnnngggghh-hh.. . . " she gasped for the benefit of the camera and the microphone, feeling the last little bit of Erik's throbbing cock slip unimpeded into the hotly, rubber-like depths of her helpless ass. It was in all the way.
She continued jerking spasmodically, still a little uncomfortable, allowing the discomfort to appear immensely painful. Then she lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete occupation of her rectum. It was useless to resist anymore, and as Mavis, she had to appear resigned, though in reality she knew it wouldn't be long before it felt really good.
"Don't struggle, Mavis," the woman playing Drew's wife called out to her. "If you move you'll only drive that pole of his even deeper into your body."
"Jesus! What a tight little asshole!" Stan gasped from off-camera, the sound hissing through clenched teeth as if he were the one actually ass-fucking Jill.
Erik ached to start fucking his hard cock in and out of Jill's asshole immediately, but he knew in this position it wouldn't do either of them much good. Somehow he moved up on his knees, while at the same time tugging her back to her knees so that his cock never left her asshole. He had her bent almost double beneath him. Grinding his teeth together, he began stroking smoothly and lengthily between her rounded cheeks. This made Jill groan as she realized Mavis was once again suffering a humiliation, this time wrought supposedly by her loving husband.
Drew meanwhile, had moved into camera range, standing right near the obscenely coupled pair. It was obvious he was going out of his mind with desire, and not just playing a part, either. He ached to be a part of this, and since the script called for it, he shuddered with anticipation.
His own cock had swelled again, getting long, thick, and hard as he watched the lewd spectacle taking place on the floor in front of him. Unable to control himself, just as his character was not supposed to remain in control, he bent down and began to wildly reach under Jill and fondle her small but firm breasts, pinching and pulling at the soft flesh until he was no longer able to take it.
"Turn her over, Stan, turn her over, right now," he demanded of Erik Gordon, who had become preoccupied with fucking her ass and had forgotten he was also playing a part.
Barely hearing Drew's plea, Erik turned his head toward the other man as he continued ramming his cock deeper and deeper into Jill's tiny little ass. It was a moment before he realized what he was supposed to do, and understanding this was all on film, he put on an evil grin as he appeared to be Stan, thinking of yet another way to punish his cheating wife.
He locked his hands tightly around Jill's narrow hips and then rolled to the side. He pulled her backward, on top of him. His huge, throbbing phallus remained firmly embedded in the simmering depths of her tantalizing rectum. Now she lay full length on her back firmly against his stomach and chest, her legs widely splayed, forced apart by his knees.
"N-no, don't.. . . " Jill pleaded weakly, and fear of being double-fucked made her realize her plea was not quite the act she had intended it to be.
But Drew was in a hurry and lost no time following the script. He kneeled between her widespread thighs while straddling Erik's knees. With his strong hands he pushed her milk-white thighs even farther apart. Then he gripped his aching cock with both hands and guided it with no delay against the flowered opening of her pussy. He shoved, and in it went.
"Aaaaaahhhhh uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh!" Jill gasped, helplessly groaning as the second penis slithered into the depths of her succulent cunt, the way oiled by Drew's previous deposit. Now she had two penises inside her, and to her astonishment, she realized she was able to handle them both. But Mavis was supposed to moan and sob with shame, so she proceeded to do just that. She reacted like a helpless insect dually pinned between two boards, and only a thin membrane of flesh separated her rectum from her vagina as the two cocks rubbed against one another.
Now there was no longer any delay. Drew, as excited in real life as his character was supposed to be from having watched Erik's supposed rape of Jill's lovely ass, began fucking his long, hot, hard cock furiously in and out of the tight, sucking vacuum that was Jill's vagina. At the same time, Erik thrust upward into Jill from beneath, using long, hard strokes into the depths of her narrow rectal cavity. It took a moment for the two men to adjust, but then the pair of them achieved a natural rhythm, buffeting her back and forth between them like a sack of softly resilient foam rubber.
As Mavis, Jill uttered a single low whine which went on the entire time the two men continued grinding into her. Her sounds were interrupted only occasionally by a deep grunt from the depths of her chest as the two men smacked into her body with ever more increasing force.
The twin cudgels of thickness skewered again and again into Jill's wide-stretched loins, looking like two battering rams. Erik's cock was awash in its own secretions, while Drew's was bathed in a combination on penile oil, sperm, and Jill's oils. The two cocks were moving more and more easily as they slid in and out of her. The pink edges of her scalloped vaginal lips drew back each time Drew pulled his cock backward, then folded in on themselves when he nailed his penis right back into her narrow cunt. The same was true with the even smaller, clasping opening of her widely stretched anus as her body was lifted up, then dropped back on Erik's long phallic prod. The two men were screwing into her with a maddening demonic fury. On and on the fucking continued, and the onlookers in the picture, as per the script, became greater and greater, though the shots of the crowd watching would be taken later. But all the onlookers, even the ones off-camera, were raptly staring at the spectacle.
Then Jill began to feel what she had been anticipating.
Her low, whining moans of agony as Mavis began changing, very slowly at first, very imperceptibly, and then there was no doubt about it as Jill showed what a consummate actress she was, though to be truthful, she was actually feeling rapture already.
It was a wonderful, thrilling kind of mounting swell, and she wondered if the very helplessness of her position enhanced the feelings that much more, especially since one of the men fucking her was doing it because of his desire for her, and not because he was an actor. She began moving her hips of her own volition, hurling her ass back against Erik's cock as he crammed the penis into her rectum, and then forward again to once again swallow all of Drew's inwardly sinking phallus into her anxiously heated and well-lubricated vagina. Her entire body was wildly undulating between the two men, her buttocks moving in wildly abandoned circles.
"Ann! Anh! Anh! Anh! Ann!" she chanted aloud, keeping perfect time with the rhythm of their dually crushing thrusts into her, feeling her two holes literally suck on the male bones filling them.
Each passing moment became wilder and wilder, and for a moment she actually believed herself to be Mavis who was being delightfully punished by the only two men in her life she had allowed to fuck her. The fact was, Mavis was much less of a whore than Jill, had ever been. Mavis had only been fucked by two men in her lifetime, while prior to coming to work for Erik Gordon, Jill had put out for almost a dozen different men at one time or another.
But this wasn't the time to think of morality. This was the time to enjoy, and enjoy Jill did. She listened to her own groans intermingling in lewd symphony with the others as sexual abandonment took hold of all of them.
The orgasm was there, but it was a dual orgasm, welling up in her ass as well as in her cunt. It overwhelmed her more strongly than anything she had ever previously felt, though she had no doubt that Erik being a part of all this had enhanced it even more for her.
"AAAA IIII YYYYY EEEE AAAA . . . I'll GGGG HHH AAA NNN GGG HHH . . . AAA RRR GGG HHH AA NNN GGGG . . . . HHH UUU NNN GGG HHH AAA GG HHHH!" she shrieked. "COMMMIII-NNNGGGG . . . AAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHH . . . I'M . . . AAAANNNGGGHHH . . . COMMMIIINNN-GGGHHHH!"
Jill was out of her mind with feeling, and she fainted on-camera, never feeling the jetting spurts of sperm coming from the two men as they fired into her.