Chapter 7

"All right, children, gather around and Uncle Chris will tell you a story. I want everybody to know what's going on so we can keep confusion to a minimum and maybe finish this thing on schedule."

It was the morning of the first day of shooting and the last actress had just arrived on the set when Robert called his meeting. Allan had been setting up lights with several assistants while Bill discussed the day's work with another cameraman and worked out the various camera angles they intended to use. Val and Sandy had been sitting nervously in a corner waiting for something to happen. One by one, technicians, camera crews, make-up men and actresses broke off whatever they were doing and gathered around the director.

Robert, smartly dressed in a stylish Italian suit and wearing a loosely-tied cravatte around his neck, waited until the cast was quiet before beginning his briefing.

"Good. The time is now ten o'clock and I want the cameras rolling by eleven, which should give everyone time to get made up and into positions. Before we go to work, I'd like to make sure that everybody knows everybody else. Then I intend to give you a thumb-nail version of the plot, or at least as much as we're going to shoot today. Some of you know it already but it helps if we all understand the various phases of the story."

"First of all, I want to present my two principal collaborators, Bill, who is assistant director and chief of the camera crew, and Allan, an old friend of mine, who will be managing the lights and sound equipment during the shooting and the cutting after we're finished. The two lovely ladies with them are Val and Sandy. Val will be making her debut in this film and we know she's going to make a real fine little actress. Sandy, who is Bill's fiancee, his kindly agreed to act as make-up lady and wardrobe mistress for us. Don't worry about the workload in the wardrobe department, Sandy, because in my fdms nobody wears many clothes."

There was a general chuckle while Robert lit up one of his innumerable cigars.

"All right, now for our principal actors. There's Don, our leading man. Most of you remember Don from the flick we did last winter." Sandy followed Robert's finger with her eyes and studied the actor. He was a huge man, close to six feet five inches with the physique of a foot-ball player. Despite the fact that his age-as far as Sandy could guess from his face-was closer to thirty-five than twenty, he had the youthful relaxed posture of a teenager, thick sandy hair and an easy confident way of standing. Sandy found him handsome but decided that he was probably not overly bright.

"Our leading lady, Elias, couldn't make it today because of a bad cold, so I can't introduce her," Robert continued. "We won't be shooting any of her scenes until tomorrow anyway so I told her to stay home and take aspirins. The other girls are Welma ... Edna ... Sylvia ... Rose Lee and Kathy." As he mentioned their names, each girl nodded her head and smiled at the group. Sandy saw that they were all attractive girls between twenty-five and thirty years of age. One could tell immediately that they were actresses from the extreme fashions and styles they wore. Generally, Sandy decided, they looked like a tough experienced group of girls who had been around and almost certainly had done this kind of work before. Chris went on to introduce the male actors, also five in number. It was clear that none of them was intended to distract the viewer's attention from the masculine lead. The men were all good-looking fellows in their late twenties or early thirties, but not one of them struck Sandy as particularly special in any way. The actors, and camera crews all seemed to know each other and Sandy guessed that these people had all worked together in the past on other films.

"Now as far as the story is concerned," Chris went on with his explanations, "we are making what is basically a sex-comedy and if we don't enjoy making it, there's no hope at all that the public will enjoy seeing it. So laugh it up and have a good time with this thing, and comments or suggestions are always welcome. The story is pretty simple, as are most of my writers. The film opens with this country yokel, played by Don, going into a whorehouse. He's got a steady girl, who is Elias, but he had an urge for something a little different, so he decides to spend a little time with a prostitute. Now he looks like such a perfect jerk that none of the girls want anything to do with him, but when there's a customer somebody has to screw him so the job falls to the newest girl in the house, who will be played by Val here. When he gets his clothing off and she sees the size of his cock, she wants nothing to do with him becuase he's too big. See? But by this time, Don's all excited so he chases her around the room and finally nails her."

Sandy glanced uncomfortably around at the others to see if anyone else was shocked. Bill and Allan had both warned her that Robert's movies were pretty rough stuff, sold underground to distributors who rented them to men's clubs, brothels, private night clubs and other groups. But still, she found herself wondering how it would be possible for the group to film such a story. As far as she could see, the plot would involve filming things which obviously could not be legally filmed.

"Now at first she's in pain, but once Don gets going, she starts to dig it and begins to make cries and groans and gasps of pleasure. Here we cut to the girls in the other room. They're all bored out of their minds, but when they hear through the wall what's going on in Val's room, they rush on in, all wanting a piece of the action. The scene ends with Don balling all of the girls one after another. Did you eat vitamins this morning, Don?

"Vitamins? I never even met the girl," joked Don, showing neither embarrassment nor nervousness over the role he was expected to play. The cast laughed along with him although Sandy could feel herself blushing at the blunt sexual reference.

"Okay, I guess that's enough talking out of me," concluded the director. "I'll fill you in on the rest of the plot as we go along. You actors can get into your costumes and let the make-up people go to work on you. Allan, will the lights be ready by eleven?"

"No problem, Chris," Allan responded promptly. "We're running a power line in from the first floor and when that's in place we'll have enough juice."

"Good, Bill, how's the camera situation?"

"The cameras are set," answered Bill. "Shall we start putting up the scene?"

"Go, man, go.

Robert's studio was located in the basement of the same building in which the burly energetic businessman edited his successful magazine. It was an enormous room with an extremely high ceiling, concrete walls and a vast amount of floor space. Watching the confusion around her, Sandy wondered how the area could ever been ready for shooting in less than an hour's time. Power lines littered the floor and the walls were lined with props, set dividers and stage furniture. The room was dusty and she also realized that there was nowhere she could sit without soiling the white, one-piece jump suit she was wearing. As usual, she was wearing the wrong outfit!

For awhile she watched Bill as he directed a crew of men moving set walls into position, but then remembered she was supposed to be helping with make-up and wardrobe. She hurried off to the changing rooms at the far end of the studio.

Early that morning, shortly after their arrival, Chris had introduced her to the head make-up man, a tall gaunt old-time who had told her that he had worked in Hollywood in better days. His name was Jeff and Sandy walked over to where he stood talking to two actresses.

"What do I have to do, Jeff?" she asked brightly, anxious to be useful.

"Well, honey, let's get the girls' costumes out. Ain't much trouble 'cause they ain't wearin' much like the boss said. Then you can do the make-up for Don. He's got that there dressin' room."

Sandy took charge of the wardrobe room and laid out the costumes for each of the actresses. Since, in the film, they were all supposed to be prostitutes, the costumes were all flimsy, shocking and precisely the kind of garment Sandy had always imagined a prostitute would wear while receiving clients. Val's outfit consisted of black panties with red garters and a see-through peignoir.

"Oh, Val aren't you nervous?" Sandy asked as the brown-haired girl stripped to put on her costume.

"You bet your sweet ass I'm nervous. Did you get a look at our leading man?"

"Yes, he looked nice," offered Sandy dubiously.

"Oh, I'm sure he's as nice as Mom's apple pie," replied the other girl caustically. "But the size of him! I'm terrified!"

Sandy failed to see how Don's size would make any difference one way or another, but she sensed that she was in over her head again, and said nothing more. Val, in the meantime, ignored Jeff's presence and shed the slacks and sweater she had been wearing.

"Are you going to put body make-up on us?" she asked the make-up man.

"Can't do without it, honey," Jeff responded laconically. "Them there lights is bright!" Val nodded and slipped out of her panties, stepping naked onto a towel which Jeff had spread at her feet. A devoted sunbather, Val hated the white marks left by the straps of a bikini and Sandy noted that her tan was universal.

"What's body make-up for?" Sandy asked Jeff, who was unscrewing the top of ajar.

"Them lights make a person sweat," he explained affably. "And when the light reflects off the sweat it makes you look like you was covered with olive oil. This stuff keep that from happening and covers up any bruises or scars. Which this young lady ain't got, I see," he concluded, taking a cotton pad, dipping it in the brown pasty substance and beginning to apply it to Val's neck. Sandy realized that he intended to cover Val's body with the make-up and shuddered at the idea of having to stand naked in front of some total stranger and allow him to rub brown paste all over every inch of her skin, touching her in the places only an intimate lover normally even saw. It would not have been so bad had the make-up been impersonal like a doctor, but in fact Jeff was quite obviously enjoying his work. , "Hmmmmm, gettin' out in the sun, I see," he muttered, taking one of Val's firmly rounded breasts in his hand as he covered it with make-up. Val seemed highly amused at this nonsense, rather than angry and indigant as Sandy felt she herself would be under similar circumstances. Val winked at Sandy over Jeff's shoulder and giggled as the old-timer shifted his attention to her ribs and belly.

"Spread 'em just a little wider, love," Jeff instructed Val as he knelt to do her thighs. "There's another bottle of paste on the shelf yonder, Sandy. Best be you get started on Don. You seen how I do it."

"You mean I have to do Don?" Sandy asked, astonished.

"Well, I ain't about to do him, young lady," Jeff retorted. "You get his body done and I'll be along to touch up his face."

"But I can't...." she faltered, thinking of herself rubbing brown ointment into the skin of a naked stranger.

"Come on, Sandy," Val urged. "If I can stand to have it done to me by this old reprobate, you can do it to Don. We're supposed to start shooting in a half-hour."

Chastened, Sandy hurried over to Don's dressing room and knocked timidly on the door.

"Come on in!" came a deep base voice. Sandy timidly turned the handle and entered. Dressed in a bathrobe, Don looked bigger than ever. His face was friendly, however, and she decided that, on closer inspection, he was perhaps not quite as stupid as she had originally calculated.

"I'm Sandy," she said, nervously offering her hand.

"And I'm Don," responded the big man, burying her tiny hand in his enormous paw. "You going to do my make-up?"

"Jeff told me I should get started on your body and he'd stop by and do your face as soon as he finishes with Val."

"Well, we'd better get going then, because there's a lot of me to cover," said the actor. "What's the matter? Are you nervous or something?"

"No! I mean, maybe just a little. I've never done any make-up work before."

"Nothing to it. Just rub it in lightly and it dries almost immediately. Wait till I get this bathrobe off. The stuff is murder to get out of clothing."

Sandy busied herself with opening the fresh bottle of make-up and preparing a cotton pad while the actor turned his back on her, and stripped the bathrobe from his shoulders. When he turned to face her, he was naked and Sandy was forced to catch her breath.

"Gee," she mumbled, feeling foolish. "I might need two bottles."

Don smiled at the implied compliment. "Don't worry, a little bit goes a long way." He dropped a towel on the floor and stepped forward. Sandy dared not drop her eyes from his face for fear she would catch sight of his genitals and blush, so she stepped up close to him and began to dab hesitantly at his neck.

"Don't you have a smock?" he inquired suddenly.

"A smock? What for?"

"To protect your clothes," he explained.

"This stuff washes off your skin easy enough but if it touches material when it's wet, you never get it off. You're going to ruin that suit if you don't put something over it."

Sandy stopped and reflected. Bill had purchased the suit only a few days ago, paying over one hundred dollars for it. It had been an extravagant thing to do when their budget was so tight and he would be heartbroken if it were ruined. She looked around the room for something to put over her, but saw nothing but Don's clothes.

"Let me ask Jeff if he has something I can wear," she explained, going to the door of the dressing room.

"Well hurry, honey," Don urged her gently. "We've got about twenty minutes to get on that set and Chris doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"Jeff!!!" she called, spotting the veteran make-up man working on Val's face. "Have you got something I can wear to protect my clothes?"

"I haven't got a thing. Didn't you bring a smock?" he retorted.

"No," she wailed unhappily. "And I can't ruin this suit. I just got it!"

"Then take it the fuck off!" roared Jeff. "But get that body make-up on. I'm almost ready for him."

Sandy ducked back into the dressing room, remembering that she had decided not to wear a brassiere that day and that she had put on the flimsiest pair of panties she owned.

"He said to take off my jump suit," she said in confusion. Don was standing a few feet away from her now, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against his dressing table and she could see his entire body. Even in its relaxed state, his organ was massive and for a moment, her eyes became glued to it and she had to shake her head to pull them away. His thighs were thick as tree-trunks and he stood so calmly and naturally that he seemed to belong naked.

"Well, then take it off, baby, but please let's get going," he pleaded. "Chris gets mad when people aren't on time."

There seemed to be no particular point in turning her back as she undressed since she would only have to face him eventually anyway, so Sandy calmed herself with an act of the will, unzipped the back of the jump suit and climbed out of it. The flimsy panties were almost useless and as she straightened up again she realized that she was virtually as naked as he. Then, with surprise, she found that his eyes were tightly closed.

"What's the matter?" she asked in amazement. "I thought I was the only one who got embarrassed." As she spoke she set to work rubbing the brownish make-up into the skin of his muscular neck and shoulders. She had to stand close to him to reach that high and she felt the rosy tips of her full tempting breasts brush across his hair-covered chest.

"I'm not embarrassed," he muttered. "But in the scene we've got to do, I'm supposed to get excited after I see Val. I can't walk out there with a hard-on and if I look at you, my friend here will be climbing up to my belly-button."

Sandy finsihed his shoulders and chest and stepped around behind him to administer the make-up to the actor's back and hard rugged buttocks.

"But surely ... surely they aren't going to photograph you there?" she stammered.

"Honey, didn't someone explain to you what kind of film this was?" he responded gently. "Of course they're going to photograph me there. How are you coming?"

"Okay, I guess," Sandy answered, stepping around in front of Don and kneeling to cover his thighs and legs. His gigantic penis was in a semierected state already, only inches from her face, the heavy uncircumcised tip swaying gently back and forth before her. Her hands trembled as she reached around the massive instrument to dab make-up on his stomach and loins and with each touch, the actor's cock seemed to grow another inch.

"Oh Christ," he muttered through clenched teeth. "I hope I can get it back down again before the shooting starts. Baby, where has Chris been hiding you? It's crazy having a broad with your face and body working as a make-up girl. I mean, you're a pretty lousy make-up girl but I bet you'd make a fantastic actress."

Sandy had to laugh inspite of herself at his left-handed complement.

"Oh, I don't think I'd ever get up the courage to appear in a movie like this," she answered thoughtfully. "And besides, once I got all aroused, I'd want to make love and it would be frustrating having to hold back until after the shooting was over and I could get home and do it."

"But you don't understand!" Don insisted. "Hasn't anyone explained that in this kind of movie you...."

"Hey! How are you guys coming?" demanded Jeff, barging through the door. "We got about five minutes to go."

Sandy quickly finished Don's lower legs and feet and then stepped back to allow Jeff to apply the specialized make-up to the actor's face.

"The stuff is dry now," commented the make-up man. "You can get into your costume."

With a start, Sandy realized that she herself was not dressed and she hurriedly climbed back into the jump suit after washing off her hands in the dressing room sink.

Her job over for the moment, Sandy walked back down to the shooting set where Allan and Bill were making their last-minute preparations. She recognized clearly from the sensations in her stomach and loins that what had just happened had excited her tremendously and she wished she was not quite so easily aroused.

Robert seemed to have decided to allow Bill to do the actual minute-by-minute direction and Sandy felt proud and happy as she saw how capably and professionally Bill handled the group. The set was divided into two rooms. On the left, surrounded on three sides by artificial walls, was the room where the prostitutes waited for their customers. Through a door in the set-wall, one passed through to the bedroom where Val would entertain her client. As the actresses left their dressing rooms, Bill positioned each of them on a chair or sofa, telling them to look bored and languid. A little brunette named Edna had been given only a flimsy pair of panties as her costume and Sandy was forced to admire her air of cool self-confidence as she walked almost naked through a roomful of men. Val came out of her dressing room and Sandy thought she could detect a little nervousness in the way she walked, wearing only the sheer black panties, red garters and see-through peignoir she had been given, her high proud breasts peaking through the flimsy material as she strode onto the set.

Bill posed her in a big easy chair next to the bedroom, her legs thrown over the arm and the peignoir pulled deliberately back to bare her naked breasts to the eye of the camera.

"Your nipples aren't extended," Sandy heard Bill comment reaching down and manipulating each of Val's breasts until the tiny brown-hued tip popped into life.

Behind Val came Don, a country farm-boy's costume now adorning his huge frame. In fact, Sandy thought as she watched him stride across the room towards the set, that is precisely what he looks like, a country yokel. Don wore faded blue jeans, a checkered work shirt and a battered straw hat. His big feet were bare and made a slapping sound as he crossed the cold concrete floor.

Bill gave him his instructions, cautioned everyone about making noises while the cameras were grinding and called for the beginning of the first take. Robert was looking pleased at his protege's competence and when Sandy smiled in his direction, he patted the empty canvas chair on his right and motioned her to sit beside him. She slipped off her sandals to avoid making any sound and sat where he had indicated.

He certainly seemed like a pleasant man and she felt he was being very good to Bill and Allan, but she was mildly embarrassed at the fact that he had seen and purchased those photographs of her completely naked with her vagina visible. Bill had emphasized how pleased Robert had been with the nude poses, but she reasoned that a man in his position saw naked girls all his life.

The first scene showed the girls lolling about in the parlor of their brothel, chatting about men and paging listlessly through movie magazines. A sound technician rapped his knuckles on a piece of wood to simulate Don knocking at the door. The "farm-boy" was admitted to the parlor. Don played his role broadly, grinning idiotically as he inspected one girl after another. The prostitutes all treated him with utter disdain because of his hayseed appearance, and he was unable to convince any of them to accompany him into the bedroom.

At this point, the eldest of the girls, a redheaded actress named Gladys, spoke up, a cigarette dangling from her lips.

"Listen, somebody's got to take care of this creep. If he goes away without getting laid, the madam will raise hell."

"Ah, it's too damn hot and he looks too stupid," said another girl.

"Let the new girl take care of him." shouted a third, pointing to Val. "It's about time she started doing her share of the work around here."

"Yeah, let the new girl do it!" chorused the other prostitutes.

Val did an excellent job of looking uninterested, glaring at each of the other girls and shaking her head. Don, behaving like a 'simple-minded idiot, approved the popular decision and began jumping up and down enthusiastically and pointing to Val.

Finally she resigned herself to the inevitable, and, taking the country boy by the hand, led him into the bedroom. Perfectly portraying a bored, unenthusiastic prostitute, Val sat down heavily on the big double bed and removed her garters while Don looked at her and grinned stupidly. Then she stood, still wearing an expression of irritation, and allowed the peignoir to fall to the floor, baring her tender well-formed breasts to him and the group. Sandy noticed that her nipples had been darkened with some kind of make-up, probably to make them show up better on film. Don, making faces at the camera, approached her and covered both of Val's budding young tits with his enormous hands.

Oh, this is rather strong stuff, thought Sandy, a little scandalized. I never realized they'd go quite that far on film. Still, she found herself enjoying the spectacle and the sensation of nervous sexual excitement in her thighs continued and intensified. Running his hands respectfully over her body, Don dropped to one knee and carefully stripped the panties from Val's legs, watching her as she stepped primly out of them and stood naked above him, her light brown pussy hair clearly visible under the bright lights. Don was covering her body with moist kisses and Val groaned comically as his lips found their way to the thin ripe folds of her vagina.

"Come on, big boy, get your clothes off and let's see what you can do," she told him, pronouncing her lines clearly for the microphone hanging over her head just out of range of the camera.

Don reacted with eagerness, leaping to his feet and struggling comically in his frantic efforts to rid himself of his pants.

He wasn't kidding, thought Sandy. He's really going to strip down to nothing.

After a hilarious sequence in which Don nearly fell on his face while nervously removing his underwear, the actor stood erect and his penis quickly followed suit. As Val caught sight of Don's massively extended penis, a look of horror crossed her face, and Sandy suspected that this was not all merely acting. The actor's cock was proportionate to the rest of his body and stood out of his crotch like the hitting end of a baseball bat. From where she was sitting, Don's penis seemed to Sandy to be over two inches across and the length was impossible to estimate. She remembered clearly the pain and shock she had undergone when Bill had pierced her virinal vagina for the first time with his massive shaft and Sandy wondered how Don could possibly make love to a woman without hurting her physically.

Still play-acting, Val backed away from her "client", shaking her head desperately and murmuring, "No, no, no, I can't...." and then she turned and darted to the other side of the bed. Grinning lecherously, Don climbed over the bed after her, his murderous cock waving obscenely in front of him like a dangerous weapon. As Val dodged around the foot of the bed uttering cries of fright, Don lunged, slipping a hand neatly between her legs and hauled her forceably back. Sandy watched, her fears growing, as Bill wheeled the camera slowly around to the right and lowered the angle of the lens to capture all of the action on the bed. Don was overpowering Val and Sandy was still unsure whether her cries of distress were real or simulated for the benefit of the film.

Why should she be frightened? Sandy asked herself. Don wasn't going to hurt her. She must be acting after all. Instinctively, she glanced across the room at Allan. The tough ex-sergeant, normally cool and jovial in almost any situation, was standing behind his lights, his face contracted in a worried frown.

Suddenly, what had been obvious to everyone else in the room for weeks became obvious also to Sandy. Don was actually going to make love to her, there on the bed in front of everyone! He was actually going to fuck her right there in front of the cameras. No wonder Val was terrified! He would rip her to pieces!

Sandy looked around the room wildly, wondering if anyone would intervene and stop this torture. But of course not! If Bill and Allan were unwilling to interfere, no one else could say a word. Sandy tried to relax in her chair, knowing that if the pain became too bad, Val could always insist that the cameras stop. So far, she was still bravely playing her role as a prostitute.

Sandy watched as Don forced one muscular hairy leg between Val's smoothly vulnerable thighs. She observed that the actor held his body six inches or so above Val's to allow the camera to study her heaving breasts, her openly exposed vagina and his own monstrous dangling cock.

Don wasted no time with preliminaries. Kneeling between Val's trembling legs, he took the bulbous tip of his heavy, desire-hardened cock in his hand and guided it confidently through the thin sweat-soaked pussy hair covering the softly quivering mouth to Val's vagina. Since he was holding his body in such a way as to allow the camera to follow his every movement. Sandy could-see perfectly what was happening. She watched, her own sexual excitement growing more intense by the minute as Don pushed steadily forward trying to force his rigid penis into Val's fearfully trembling belly. He grunted for a moment and then signaled Bill to turn off the camera.

"What's the matter, Don?" called out Roberts. "The two of you were just great!"

Don for the first time looked a little embarrassed and he glanced at Val as if inviting her to explain.

"Oh it's my fault, Chris," gasped the girl. "I'm a little nervous I guess and he's pretty big. Do you think we could have a little vaseline, please? Sorry you had to stop the cameras."

"No problem, honey," replied Roberts calmly. "Happens all the time. Make-up girl," he added, turning to Sandy. "Will you do the honors? Jeff should have some vaseline in his cabinet."

Sandy jumped up as she heard Roberts addressing her and realized what he wanted. Across the room, she saw Jeff rummaging in his portable make-up kit, and by the time she arrived at his side, the old timer had produced a bottle of vaseline.

"Here y'are, honey," he drawled. "Use a lot of it."

Sandy took the bottle in both hands, clutching it tightly for fear she would drop it in her nervousness. She approached the bed where Val and Don lay waiting for her. Val flashed a smile and laughed at the consternation on. Sandy's face.

"Don't look so worried, baby," she said. "It's me who's getting fucked, not you. Would you put some axel grease on this battering ram here?"

Sandy blushed to the roots of her hair but she had signed on as make-up girl and this was apparently one of her duties. She dipped a finger into the vaseline and began spreading it over Don's heavily throbbing penis.

"Take it easy, Sandy," he cautioned her jokingly. "If I cum now, it'll be a half-hour before we can get started again."

Moving her hand more lightly, Sandy covered the tip of his cock with the lubricant, strangely enjoying the sensation of touching this immense naked hardness, but shuddering inwardly at the thought of the havoc his rod would cause inside her body were they ever to make love.

"Now let me have the bottle," commented Don. "Let's see if we can loosen your girlfriend here up a little."

Don stuck two fingers into the bottle and scooped up a large quantity of vaseline.

"Spread your legs further apart, Val," he ordered. "Sandy, you spread her cunt lips open a little."

Shivering with the sexuality of the situation, Sandy placed her hands directly on her girl-friend's moistly open vagina and spread the thin pink lips slowly apart, as Don had directed. With a firm quick movement, Don inserted his lubricant-covered fingers directly into the tiny hair-fringed little mouth and began to rotate his hand slowly, widening the opening and causing Val to groan softly from the pleasurable sensation.

"Okay, I think that should do it," he said when he had succeeded in working three of his fingers into the girl's now vaseline slickened cunt. He returned the bottle to Sandy, who quickly took it and dodged back out of camera range.

"Roll 'em," shouted Roberts and Bill started the camera again. Sandy watched, her own hips sub-consciously twitching in anticipation as Don again climbed on top of Val's ripely tanned body and slipped his giant rod slowly into the painfully stretching lips of her naked pussy. A strangled cry from Val's throat informed those watching that Don had finally succeeded in making his entrance. Propping himself up on his elbows and knees, the actor began fucking into Val's helplessly impaled body awkwardly and fiercely, slamming his loins up between her widespread thighs like a jack-hammer. Of course, Sandy realized that this too was part of the role Don was trying to interpret, and that he was making love with precisely the same brutal simple-minded enthusiasm one would expect of a big clumsy farmhand.

Despite the lubricant, the pain in Val's face was clearly visible as her trembling body shook under the violent battering she was receiving from the muscular actor. Don was tireless and seemed to have no difficulty controlling himself and avoiding a premature ejaculation.

From her vantage point behind the camera, Sandy watched Don's penis, sliding rhythmically in and out of the softly hair-lined slit of her girlfriend's visibly pulsating cunt, his two gigantic balls slapping wetly against the nakedness of her upturned buttocks every time he thrust himself into her. Sandy stood transfixed by the spectacle, her own body trembling uncontrollably. Then she observed a subtle change come over Val's pain-contorted face. The girl seemed to have stopped resisting him as her vagina became accustomed to the thickness and length of his cock and her body was now moving in time with his. Val's long slender legs raised to his sides and she splayed them even further apart, as if she were trying to open herself even wider to the man's bulbously expanded cock, and then she wrapped her thighs around his hips, using the muscles in her calves against his buttocks to pull him into her even more forceably. Sandy looked around her nervously to see if any other member of the company was watching her, wondering if her trembling and shivering was noticeable. But no one was looking her way and everyone was entranced by the obscenity taking place before their eyes. Sandy could hardly contain herself, somehow wanting to rip off her own clothes, drag Bill away from the camera and force him to make love to her then and there. And if the others wanted to watch, that was alright too.

But her girlfriend, Val was the actress now in the spotlight and it was her day. Sandy nearly writhing with desire, could only watch and observe as her girlfriend raced towards a frantic orgasm. The brown-haired actress was nearly out of her mind now and was shreiking lewd encouragements to Don, urging him to fuck her harder and faster and begging him to shoot his hotly building cum deep up into the depths of her greedily quivering cunt. They were both working hard and tiny rivulets of sweat collected in the crevices of Val's glistening body as suddenly it hit her.

As her orgasm bubbled to a climax, Val's cries of passion became louder and more insistent.

Sandy had seen Val cum before, in Allan's arms, and occasionally with Bill, and she realized immediately that this was no simulated orgasm enacted for the benefit of the camera. Val had completely forgotten that they were making a film and that she was supposed to be merely an actress.

As Val shouted with joy, Bill slowly pulled the camera back and shifted the lens over to cover the reception room where the prostitutes were still sitting with the same bored expressions on their faces. As Val's cries reached their ears, however, a new interest came into their eyes. At first they crowded around the door, all trying to peak through the keyhole simultaneously. Then, as Val's panting and screaming reached its height, they could hold themselves back no longer and all five of them burst into the bedroom.

Val sank back exhausted into the pillows and the five girls began pulling at Don, trying to undress themselves and at the same time force the actor to disengage from Val and turn his attentions to them. Don, fortunately, was more than happy to oblige. Extracting himself from Val's pleasure-wracked body, he flopped on his back and allowed the girls to lower themselves one by one onto his iron-like cock, still rigid and hard after nearly twenty minutes of uninterrupted fucking. The scene ended with the girls simply burying him with their lusting bodies and vowing to keep him prisoner to satisfy their desires whenever there were no clients.

Bill halted the cameras and one by one the girls climbed off the bed and headed for their dressing rooms, having completed a good morning's work. Sandy approached the bed where Don and Val still lay, exhausted, carrying two bathrobes.

Don, strangely subdued, took the garment from Sandy and slipped it over his shoulders, smiled a peculiar tight smile and headed for his room.

"Val, are you alright?" asked Sandy worriedly, covering the girl's nakedness with the bathrobe.

"Oh Baby," breathed Val, her teeth still clenched. "Sandy, I have never had anything like that. Never."

"Was he that good?" asked Sandy incredulously.

"No, it wasn't him," sighed the other girl. "It was the whole scene. It was as if I were making love to the whole room. I can't explain it but having the others watch him fucking me made it ten times as good. I know you'll think that's terrible and immoral, but for me it's true and I can't help it."

Sandy watched Val walk dreamily off to her dressing room, realizing with a shock that subconsciously she wanted desperately to do the same thing. But she knew that she would never allow herself to go anywhere near that far. Her puritanical New England upbringing would never permit her in front of so many other people to undergo the humiliation and the animal sexuality she had just witnessed.

She tried to control herself, but the trembling of her body increased and she fled to a corner and sat in a chair with her head in her hands until some semblance of calmness returned to her nerve shattered mind.