Chapter 10
Sandy, the marijuana prolonging her excitement, could barely sit through the lunch which Roberts had arranged for them. Wanting to press ahead with the shooting and not lose the time involved in having the entire cast go out to various restaurants, the producer had ordered a catered lunch to be served right in the studio. Still overwhelmed with unsatisfied desires, Sandy had been unable to bear the idea of dressing and contented herself with slipping on the see-through nightgown which was her standard costume for the film. After all that she had been through that morning, this seemed like more than adequate dress, but of course the waiter who delivered their lunch and served it to the company was unprepared for the sight of a virtually naked girl sitting on a rumpled double bed, and he devoured her with his eyes as the others munched happily on their lunch. One by one, the various members of the company whom she knew stopped by to say how well she had done that morning, but she was moody and refused to become involved in a conversation with anyone. Even Bill found himself ignored as he tried to cheer her up.
She finished the meal and asked Allan for another marijuana cigarette which he willingly gave her. Then she sat by herself, puffing on the joint and mulling over in her head the humiliation she had received that morning from the young boy. She recalled how she had writhed in anguish on the bed, knowing that she could have cum too if he would have only placed his hand on her vagina and listening to him coldly refuse even this modest request and walk away.
She could not, in her entire life, ever recall hating anyone so much as she had hated him in that moment! All right, she decided, they had played games with her long enough. She had not the slightest idea what was going to happen this afternoon, but she knew that she was going to behave much differently and this time, take what she wanted! They had started this fire. Now let them put it out!
The marijuana burned down to the end and she impaled the roach on a bobby pin in order to savor the last few lungfuls of the conscience-crippling narcotic. Don reappeared on the set and she wondered if the script called for the two of them to make love. No more skinny boys or fat men! She wanted a stud, a stallion, a man big enough to finish what the others had started!
She was still angry and upset when Chris called for order and told everyone it was time to get back to work. The waiter, clearing up the empty plates, came over to where Sandy was sitting and began to pick up her silverware and half-eaten lunch, unable to tear his eyes away from the splendid figure he could see underneath the flimsy flowing nightdress. Perversely, she decided to stand up at that moment and slip the gown off her shoulders since she knew that she would have to be nude in this scene anyway. She watched the waiter's eyes widen with lust and the thought of exposing herself like this to a total stranger only added to her inner excitement.
"What's the matter?" she demanded severely as he dropped a spoon on the floor. "Is something wrong?"
"No ma'am, no ma'am," he stammered, staggering away from her in embarrassment.
"Are you okay, Sandy?" asked Val, approaching her a little timidly.
"I'm stoned out of my mind and lusty as a bitch in heat," she replied. "This next scene had better be an improvement over the last one!"
"I think it should be," promised Val. "Listen, Chris's going to explain it to us now."
"If we can get going," shouted the producer, "we have a chance of finishing this scene today." When the noise level had subsided, Chris continued in a lower tone of voice.
"All right, you all know the story thus far. Don is still a captive of the prostitutes and the male customers have discovered Sandy and they all decide to have an orgy, which is what the big set is for. This scene opens with Don already in the room mixing it up with the girls. The five men will bring Sandy in struggling and kicking, because a gang-fuck is more than she bargained for. She sees her lover, Don, and makes a break for him but the men drag her back. When they've done their thing and the prostitutes are still working on Don, he finally breaks loose and jumps on her. Eventually the two of them manage to steal away, have some more adventures which we'll shoot outdoors and finally live happily ever after. All right! Places everyone!"
Sandy saw the group of men who were to be her lovers just off the set and she walked over to join them. There was Joe, the fat man, with whom she had made love the day before, plus Ken, her experience for the morning, still looking sullen, and three other actors, Eric, Sal, and Wayne. She had chatted with them all at one time or another during breaks, but they were still really total strangers to her.
The cameras rolled and Sandy watched as the five prostitutes danced around Don who was naked and stretched out on his back, his hands and legs securely tied and his penis drooping and deflated. Then Val entered, the youngest of the prostitutes, but now more or less the leader since her discovery of Don's unusual capabilities.
"It's my turn!" cried one of the prostitutes.
"No, it's mine!" claimed another. "You've had twice as much as I have."
"Listen girls," said Val, authority in her voice. "We've got to try a new approach. We've worn him out completely and he can't get it up anymore."
"You mean he won't get it up," accused the redheaded actress. "And he isn't even trying. Look, he's got his eyes closed so he won't see us and get excited."
The camera zoomed in on Don's face at this point and Sandy could see that he did indeed have his eyes tightly shut, just as he had the day she had stripped in his dressing room. Even so, his potent cock was beginning to twitch menacingly.
"Let me try," said Val.
"You're always trying," complained one of the other prostitutes. "It's just an excuse."
"I promise," vowed Val. "As soon as I get him up, I'll share. On my honor."
"I could sit on his head and keep him from wiggling," offered Gladys helpfully.
"Gladys, that isn't going to help," Val informed her severely. "With your hot pussy, you'd probably smother the poor guy. Now just be patient. Somebody put some music on. It'll be easier if he's relaxed."
A sound technician started a record player and soft dance music filtered through a loud speaker.
"That's better. Now look at me, honeybunch," Val said, stationing herself between Don's outstretched legs. Don kept his eyes resolutely shut.
"Kathy he's not cooperating. Tickle his feet."
Always ready to do her part, the loyal Kathy knelt by one of Don's huge feet and began to tickle him. The big man exploded with roars and giggles.
"Oh, ha ha ha ha, no please, stop that ... please," he begged, opening his eyes. The moment his gaze rested on Val, he was lost. Standing between his knees, the brown-haired girl slipped her robe down off one shoulder and then the next, revealing her high, perfectly formed breasts to the actor, whose agile cock began to stir once more.
"Like the South," breathed Val in a sultry tone, "you shall rise again." And she dropped her robe on the floor, standing naked before him. Then she slowly went down on her knees and took his slowly rising cock in her hands, chaffing it roughly. Don reacted to this overwhelming provocation and his penis expanded to about half of its maximum size.
"Now we're getting somewhere," commented Val in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Bending from the waist, she gently pulled back the skin covering the red blood-filled tip of his manhood and touched her tongue to the tiny slit, holding him tightly in her fist. The camera zoomed in on this obscene gesture as Val slid Don's now-hardened cock along her tongue towards the back of her throat.
"You're hogging him!" cried the other girls. "He's ready!"
Val ignored them and continued sucking hungrily. The prostitutes began comically pushing each other out of the way in their impatience to get at Don. Meanwhile off the set, Sandy waited and watched with her five supporting actors. As Robert had ordered, they all stripped and Sandy felt more aroused than ever, standing in this tightly enclosed space with five naked men.
"Wait till we get you out there, baby," someone whispered in her ear, and Sandy shivered with anticipation, wondering if she was really destined to be screwed by all five men. Then Joe, his hands folded across his enormous stomach, warned, "Shhhh! Our cue is coming up."
Sandy looked across the room and saw Bill's arm raised and noted that Joe was watching him intently. When the arm dropped, Joe stepped into the gigantic bedroom and announced.
"Ladies, look what we have found!" Sandy felt her arms gripped tightly and she was propelled out onto the set, a prisoner of the five men.
"Who is she?" asked the prostitutes in unison.
"She belongs to the stud, there," responded Joe, pointing to Don. "And we've been amusing ourselves with her while you've been warming up her boyfriend. May we join you?"
"It's a big bed," Val shrugged. "Just keep out of our way. There are some ropes in the corner in case you need them."
Before she knew what was happening, Sandy was stretched out on a huge mattress, a pillow inserted under her buttocks and her arms and legs pinned to the sides. She struggled, as she was supposed to, but the five men held her without difficulty.
"All right lads, if you'll just hold her arms, I'll do a little business here," announced Eric dropping to his knees in front of her.
"Wait a minute," objected Sal. "Why should you be first?"
"Why should anyone be first?" suggested Wayne. "Let's do it all at once."
This suggestion was adopted immediately with Wayne running the proceedings like a field marshall.
"Get into position, Ken," he ordered. "We all know what you like to do."
Ken smiled sardonically and lay down beside Sandy, turning her over on her side to give him full access to her backside. One of the other men knelt by her stomach and used his hands to spread Sandy's white defenseless buttocks apart, revealing the soft tender flesh of her already-excited cunt and the tiny puckered ring of her anus. She twitched involuntarily as Ken began his merciless probing, inserting one finger and then a second into the intimacy of her backside. He was even less gentle this time than he had been that morning and she groaned piteously as she found herself again being stretched and tormented in her nakedly exposed rectum.
"Relax, you little bitch," she heard Ken snarl, and she did her best to let the muscles in her buttocks go slack to allow him to enter. But he was impatient and lubricating his still-tiny penis with the liquid flowing from her vagina, he raised himself on his elbow, slamming forward into her and piercing her rectum with one sudden brutal stroke.
"Aaaaaagh!" she screamed, but the men gave her no time to adapt to the situation.
"All right, Sal," Ken directed. "You get the front. Go to work, man. She's a little tight, but I think she can take you."
Sandy turned her head to look at the actor called Sal. She focused her gaze on his startling large rod. When she had seen him before, he had been in the relaxed state, and he had seemed approximately the same as the others. Now he was aroused and the distinction was clearly visible.
"Open up, honey," he announced jovially, dropping down on the mattress next to her. "I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy of yours a little wider for you."
Quivering with a savage mixture of fright and anticipation, Sandy opened her thighs as much as she could with Ken skewering her unnaturally from behind. His penis had already started its weird process of expansion and she wondered desperately if there was room enough in her stomach for these two enormous pricks at the same time. Sal took his hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guided it forward, making use of its thick rubbery head to divide the fleshy trembling lips of her pussy and exposing the pink opening to her cunt. Sandy turned her head to the pillow as she felt his massive pole menace the sensitive ragged edges of her vagina.
"Oh God, aaaaaaagh!!!" she gasped again as the tip slipped through, stretching the tight rubbery opening until Sandy felt as if he would tear her into pieces.
As soon as he had made his entrance, he thrust forward with all his might, burying his hardness within her until his balls slapped lewdly against those of Ken fucking into her from behind.
"Oh God," she cried, never having felt so filled in her life, and quivering with the humiliation of being double fucked. The two men quickly established a mutually satisfactory rhythm, plowing her back and forth between them like a helpless rag doll.
Involuntarily, Sandy's body began to react and she started to twitch and writhe between the two lustful men, groaning incessantly.
"She's getting turned on," commented a voice from far above her.
"Bet your sweet ass, she is," answered another. "Who's next?"
When Sandy felt a pair of knees on either side of her head, she realized that not even her mouth would be spared from invasion.
"Open those lovely lips, baby," commanded another man. "Daddy's got a lollipop for you to suck on."
Without lifting her eyes to see who it was, Sandy obediently opened her mouth. The actor rubbed his heavy uncircumsized cock around the edges of her full red lips before entering her, tormenting her face with the bulbous blood-filled tip. Sandy began to nibble at it timidly, dismayed at the prospect of committing this unnatural sexual act with a man whose face she could not even see. While Ken and Sal pummeled her abdomen violently, she ran her trembling tongue over the head of his penis, tasting the pungent male liquids he was already secreting. Slowly but surely he pushed himself further into her and his cock floated on her tongue, tormenting the roof of her mouth until she feared she would gag.
"Suck harder, baby," he ordered and she could feel his hands in her hair. Sandy began to work in earnest, lashing him with her tongue and sucking as if her life depended upon it, her vision restricted to the actor's stomach, the black patch of pubic hair and his two sperm-filled balls beating obscenely against her chin. She heard the well-oiled wheels of the camera moving and knew that the lens must have been moved closer to pick up every detail of this hideously depraved scene. She wondered how it would look on film, her naked young womanly body being pounded back and forth like a whore between the two men below and the long thick cock emerging from her straining puckered lips. Somewhere in the back of her head, it occurred to her to wonder what the two remaining men would do since the three already in her had exhausted her supply of available openings.
"Well lad," she heard Wayne's voice above her, "it looks like we have to content ourselves with a hand apiece, seeing as how the young lady is just about out of holes."
Sandy's arms were pinned to the floor by the weight of the various bodies piled on her and she felt each of the two other men fitting their cocks neatly into her outstretched hands. Instinctively she made a fist as soon as each penis was in place, and the two men began sawing away between her fingers, working hard to catch up with the others. As this lusty wrestling match continued, Sandy felt a great sensation of peace settle over her. The extraordinary sexuality of the situation touched something very deep inside her woman's psyche and she felt as if she were some sort of primeval earth-mother or an ancient pagan fertility goddess in whom all mankind might empty their sperm. Any sort of control over her body had been lost a long time before. She was now totally in the possession of the five men. She could not speak, since her mouth was jammed full of a pulsating gyrating cock nor could she move because she was skewered like a chicken on a spit between the two men in her front and back. Even her hands no longer belonged to her and she gripped the two newcomers as tightly as she could, wanting to excite them and to please them as much as she was able.
Choked as it was by the actor's massive plunging cock, passionate hums issued from Sandy's mouth, her face twisted beyond recognition by ecstasy, her mouth working and her nostrils flaring. Her body was slippery and soft, covering with a light fine layer of sweat and her breath came in harsh painful gasps. There was no trace of pain left anywhere in her body and the cords in her neck stood out prominently as she writhed in the midst of the mountain of naked men. She could no longer be described as rational in any real sense of the word and her mind was swamped with the velvety pleasure which was sweeping over her body in powerful waves.
I am giving it to five men at once, she thought, and if I live to be a hundred, there will never again be anything remotely like this.
The double ravishment of her loins was filling her abdomen with a warm hungry sensation which seemed to be eating away at her insides and she thrashed back and forth under the duel impetus of the two men, trying to increase their pleasure and knowing that she was racing towards the orgasm which had been denied her for so long.
The first one started low down in her legs and traveled up her thighs into her groin like an express train, spilling into her stomach and chest and flooding up into her neck and shoulders. She could not ever remember having experienced anything like it and the spasm caused her to tighten her entire body, affecting all the men who were fucking into her in various places.
The man whose cock lay in her left hand suddenly cried out.
"God,.here it comes," and she could feel the hot sticky cum spill over her arm, covering her hand and elbow and spurting powerfully as far as her shoulder. Ken, whose menacing penis was still embedded in the depths of her rectum also came in the same frantic moment. Squealing and clawing at her breasts from behind, he shot his heated semen deep up into her hotly milking anus, groaning with pleasure as the white milky liquid spurted endlessly into the inner-most receptacles of her young body.
As the man she held in her other hand began gasping and moaning, Sandy felt her body gather its strength, tense for an instant and then sail into another orgasm, only seconds after the first spasm had. ended. Ken had Slipped out of her rectum now and there was more room for her body to flail about, her arms and legs thrashing back and forth on the cum-covered mattress. The men, over-excited by their total possession of her body, redoubled their efforts and as Sandy sucked like a crazed woman on the cock she still had in her mouth, she could feel the new orgasm sweeping up the back of her neck and into her mouth to meet with his. As she opened her mouth to scream, the back of her throat was bombarded with a machinegun fire of sperm and she lapped it up hungrily, swallowing the hot liquid cum as if it were precious food and licking his slowly deflating cock like a mother cat cleaning her kittens.
The third and most powerful orgasm hit her like an express train just as Sal, the man who had taken possession of her greedily quivering cunt, began to reach his own climax. She clung to him like a terrified child, slamming her hips into him, trying to draw the last ounce of strength out of his body and into hers.
"Hold her down!" she heard one of them shout. "She's gone out of her mind!"
Freed from the other men who had impaled her, Sandy concentrated all of her efforts on Sal, rolling him forceably over onto his back and thrusting herself onto him like a woman possessed. Her nails tore at his shoulders and back and she writhed on top of him, trying to drive his ejaculating cock deeper and deeper up into her over-stimulated vagina. As Sal, despite his valiant efforts to hold back, began to spurt heavy droplets of sperm into her belly, the scene on the other side of the room rapidly changed.
Don, still playing the role of the simple country boy, raised himself on his elbows, snapping the ropes which had been binding him like so many pieces of thread and saw his girlfriend, Sandy, writhing in the vile embrace of five .complete strangers, and covered from head to toe with the cum from their bodies. Flinging the prostitutes away from him in a burst of lustful rage, he hurled his enormous body across the room. Sandy was just screaming out her latest orgasm when he hit, tearing her violently off of the depleted Sal and flinging her into a new corner of the mattress, dripping with sweat, cum and the warm orgasmic fluids from her own body. A moment later, he was on top of her, his own huge cock still hard after all that the girls had done to him.
Sandy, by now, was totally unconscious of the fact that they were all actors in a motion picture and had submerged her own personality completely in the role she was playing. To her, in that instant, Don was the love of her life, and she embraced him with a frenzy of passion. He thrust himself into her and the two of them began fucking wildly as the other actors and actresses formed a wide-eyed circle around them and watched. Sandy was out of her head with lust and her orgasm seemed now to be a permanent condition of life. Don, unable to delay his own climax any longer, added to the cum already soaking her body and Sandy screamed one last terrible naked scream which echoed insanely across the room.
The cameras rolled to a halt and the actors and actresses lay exhausted on the mattress.
The scene was finished.