Chapter 5
Fear was non-existent.
She had wanted this and now it was time, despite the arc lights, the whirring cameras, the men standing around watching with narrowed and excited eyes. Laura Beth knew that it would feel better than anything she had ever felt before and even as she kept on sucking off Marty, her eyes were glued to Larry DeWolfe's cock, watching how he slid the hood of the foreskin back and moved towards the bed.
Marty had heard the actor declare his intention to corn-hole Laura Beth. Now, he was just as intrigued as everyone else. He turned his head over his shoulder and gaping like an idiot, still not believing that the huge straining phallus which rose up between Larry's thighs could actually be real, made of flesh and blood, not rubber painted to duplicate the hue and texture of actuality.
Oh, it was real, all right, frighteningly so.
"Yeah," he told her as he got up on the bed and took hold of her legs, "you're gonna feel it going all the way down, all the way inside that luscious little butt of yours, baby. Because I'm the only guy in the world who can do it."
Grinning like a sex-crazed Cheshire cat, he spat a wad of saliva into the palm of his hand and rubbed his spittle up and down the hard gleaming length of his tool. Her lips were still clinging to Marty's pole, still sucking excitedly.
But she only had eyes for Larry as he lubricated his cock with more and more saliva, then moistening the tender pink furrow between her buns with additional lubrication. He covered the puckers and folds of her anus with his spit and then rubbed it into her skin, slowly inserting his middle finger into her butt.
She jerked as if stung, but the moment she relaxed, all trace of pain vanished, replaced by a warm rippling sensation that she found undeniably pleasurable. DeWolfe watched her reacting, felt the way her tender anal walls were loosening their muscular restraint, caressing his probing pistoning digit with greater and greater excitement.
Round and round it moved, loosening her ring of sphincter muscles, preparing her virgin ass-hole for the penetration of his massive column of meat. And once she had grown quite accustomed to having a finger stuck up her ass, DeWolfe slowly pushed in another digit, widening her hole, though not nearly as wide as his cock.
"Feel good, baby?" he asked her, caressing the plump white cheeks of her butt, loving the resiliency and tone of her flesh as she began to push her hips back and forth, rotating her ass around his two pistoning fingers.
She was getting more and more wild, more and more lewd. Her lips clung feverishly to Marty's cock and he speared it into her, turned on both by the way she was so dexterously and expertly giving him head, as well as by the way Larry was working on her ass, preparing her for what was soon to follow, an act Marty knew he'd never be able to match.
But then again, few men could.
Her anus clenched and unclenched, opening and closing around his wet slippery fingers. The pressure of his hand could be felt in her pussy, distending her vaginal walls. She was ready for him, as ready as she could ever be, despite the fact that she had never experimented anally, had never masturbated with candles shoved up her ass, only using her cunt as a source of sexual pleasure.
But now, Laura Beth wanted to experience everything, everything and more. Larry could sense this and slowly he pulled his two fingers out of her bottom and moved closer, pushing her legs up and folding them in two so that her knees pressed against her tits as Marty swiveled around and moved out of the way.
He still kept his cock in place, but by then he was so close to coming that he didn't want to shoot right off the bat. So he pulled back and leaned on his side, gasping for breath as he turned his attention to DeWolfe.
"Now just relax, little girl," the horny super-hung actor announced. "It only hurts if you panic. And once you feel my cock digging all the way inside, you'll want me to stay up to my balls for the rest of your fucking life!"
She kept staring, breathless with anticipation, praying it wouldn't hurt as DeWolfe knelt still closer, holding onto his cock as if for support. He rubbed the swollen bulbous head of his dick against her tender anal aperture and the warmth of his massive member made her tingle inside as she tried to relax, tried to stop feeling any sense of fear.
Gritting his teeth as if he was about to knock a door down, though indeed Laura Beth's bottom-hole was a portal, an entranceway of sorts, he thrust forward, all of his strength moving towards the hard steely column he now pushed against her ass-hole.
She flinched as he spread her buns as far apart as he could without actually ripping her in two. They were the halves of an apple and he was going to get at the core, the soft fleshy insides of her hot young body.
With this thought in mind, his pleasure more important and paramount than anything else, Larry DeWolfe thrust forward and ever so slowly, excrutiatingly, the folds surrounding her virgin ass-hole began to spread back, stretching open in order that his cock might slip right inside.
Laura Beth was burning and there was pain she tried to ignore as she felt the pressure mounting. Oddly enough, the studio seemed suddenly silent, though one of the two cameras being used, this a handheld job for close-ups, had moved but several inches, less than a foot away from the scene of the action.
It was zeroing in on DeWolfe's cock, focusing on the way the man was endeavoring to shove his meaty pole right into the girl's lush virgin rump. "Relax," he hissed, pushing harder than ever as the folds stretched and then he sank down as if into the core of her very being.
A scream of agony rose up in her throat.
But she blocked it, clamping her lips shut, thinking of pleasure and pleasure only, knowing he was a man, not a boy, that she was really just a girl who needed her father's loving touch. And DeWolfe was old enough, sure of himself, confident of his undeniable virility.
"That's it, watch ... feel it going in, little one," he moaned as he slid deeper and the head of his cock wedged itself tightly and searingly inside her perianus.
It stretched the walls mercilessly, but the pressure, the heat and burning friction permeated her cunt, almost as if she had but one opening, one hole of pleasure. She pushed forward, gritting her teeth, trying to relax as she felt pressure she had never experienced before.
Nothing she had ever done had prepared her for this, for this grotesquely satisfying assault. The puckers of her ass-hole were stuck like strips of meat around the sides of Larry's penis and he felt the dry spongy walls of her rectum pulled taut as a rubber band.
"More, more and more hot thick cock for daddy's little girl, for the little girl with the beautiful little ass and the beautiful little pussy," he whispered, thrusting from his hips, agile as an athlete as another inch or two of hard uncompromising meat was shunted into her ass.
Laura Beth was nearly incoherent, burning up inside, thrashing about on the bed. There was pleasure there, above and beyond the pain, pleasure she clung to like a dream as he pushed down and kept on moving his cock deeper and deeper inside of her.
Looking between her buns, he opened his mouth wide, amazed by the way her ass-hole was gaping, stretched so wide that it seemed gross and unnatural. But Laura Beth made no move to stop him, even then.
"Is it good, baby, is it real good?" he asked her, ignoring the way the camera was right over his shoulder, watching his cock slipping into her overly stuffed anus.
She couldn't answer and she held onto her knees and rocked back and forth on the bed, shaking with agony and lust as he kept moving forward, not about to stop or call it quits until he had succeeded in storing the entire massive oversized length of his penis down into place.
And store it he did, passing through the second ring of sphincter muscles. His cock was actually longer than her rectum and the head filled her colon as he groaned and held himself steady, rubbing against her so that his wiry pubic hairs scratched between the soft meaty flesh of her naked bottom-cheeks.
Laura Beth was beside herself, unable to speak, staring with fixed doll-like eyes between her legs. His balls hit against her thighs and he pushed her legs down and held himself there, reveling in the incredible heat and tightness of her ass. It was so much more clinging and burning than her pussy that he felt that if he didn't even move, he would still be able to come.
Weakly, she squeezed down, her sphincter muscles nipping around the head and the base of his cock. And then, as he slowly pulled halfway out before shoving down again, not nearly as angry or brutal in his motions as she had feared, she turned her head to Marty, wondering why he had pulled away from her, wondering what he was thinking about.
His eyes were just as bugged-out and glazed-over as everyone else's. Never before had he seen such a thing and the more he watched, the more turned on he became. He was panting, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down the length of his cock.
"Get inside her pussy now, Ericson!" the director suddenly called out, breaking the silence as Laura Beth screamed hotly, holding Larry around the shoulders and pushing herself up against the fulcrum, the pole that was his cock.
"Yes, sure," Marty mumbled. "Of course. You need two cocks at once, really at once, don't you, Laura Beth?"
She glanced over at him, not believing her ears.
Two cocks at once! No, it couldn't be done. They would rip her, literally rip her apart. Marty was no Larry DeWolfe, but his cock was far bigger than average, bigger than her father's even. "No, no you can't," she whimpered as he moved around on the bed, trying to figure out how to get inside of her.
"Sure he can," Larry laughed, thrusting down, corkscrewing his dick into her ass with a hard lunging stroke that made her teeth rattle and the bedsprings creak.
She moaned and felt the way her cunt was filling up with juice, burning with desire. But the idea of having two cocks inside of her at the same time was still frightening, still too incredible to take seriously.
But both men were totally serious. They knew what they wanted and they weren't about to stop until they had succeeded in getting there. "Get her over on her side," the director told them and DeWolfe turned sideways, stretching her ass even more as he pushed her over and she was forced to roll onto her side, lowering her legs as he wiggled closer, pressing against her back and moaning with feverish excitement and delight.
She had more control in this position and most of the pain gradually diminished as he held his cock all the way inside of her, pressing forward and fitting his hairy crotch against her tender young bottom-cheeks.
He kissed the back of her neck and watched as Marty moved around, getting down on Laura Beth's other side, his hammer-headed dong rearing up in the air, stiff as a policeman's nightstick, a truncheon he would now use to pierce her other opening to the very quick.
She felt more child-like, more innocent and vulnerable than ever before. It was all happening too quickly and she had no control over these men, men who used her like the doll she seemed to be, men who needed girls to satisfy their savage and insatiable sexual appetites.
There was no need for Marty Ericson to lubricate his cock. Cunt juice was spilling and overflowing her snatch, dripping down the in-sides of her thighs. He lifted up her top leg and pushed it over Larry's thigh, wiggling closer and aiming his pecker right between the gaping red lips of her virginal and succulent little mount.
"No ... I'm afraid," she whispered as he moved still closer, rubbing the head of his dick across her wet and steaming cunt furrow. "I can't do it ... it'll be too much."
"Too much?" Marty laughed. "Too much is never enough for my Laura Beth. She's the hottest little bunny in the business and baby, once you feel the two of us moving in and out of you, you won't be able to stop coming."
And saying this, as if his words were enough to convince her of the wisdom of his act, he thrust forward, shoving the head of his dick right into the opening of her snatch. But her cunt was far tighter than ever, for DeWolfe's cock was pushing against the divisional membrane, narrowing her vaginal sheath.
The pressure made her head spin and Marty's dick rubbed up against her clit and made her shiver with rising excitement. I can do it, she told herself, trying to relax as Larry held himself steady, his cock buried all the way inside her plundered and ravished ass.
He felt the way Marty had slipped into her snatch and now he waited, wildly aroused by what was about to take place. As for Marty, he didn't think of stopping. The added tightness of her pussy turned him on all the more and he pushed into her, feeling the distended presence of DeWolfe's thick cunt-whacker on the other side, just waiting for him to rip into Laura Beth's twat.
And rip into her was precisely what he did.
Caring nothing about being gentle, driven wild by what he had seen and felt, he plowed forward, excited beyond belief. She started screaming, begging him to go slow, but he was beyond reason, ignoring her frenzied pleas as the incredible tightness and heat of her pussy enveloped his cock, nearly triggering a premature ejaculation.
But he exercised control and fought to hold himself back as he slammed into her, thrusting viciously, plowing into her tight burning slippery gash until he had knocked her breath away and he could go no further.
He pressed up against her, rubbing his chest over her tits, feeling DeWolfe's pecker on the other side, separated by no more than a thin elastic membrane so that it seemed as if they were moving in the same hole at the same time.
Larry was sweating copiously, trying just as hard as Marty Ericson not to come. He had never felt pleasure, lewd wanton pleasure, such as this before and now he wanted to take his time and make it last for as long as possible.
Slowly, pinioning her between them, they pulled back and thrust forward, angling down at the same rhythm, the same exact moment, their motions simultaneous so that she moaned and shook against them, feeling sandwiched, two swords impaling her, driving down into her body so that all she sensed was cock, that and the two men rubbing up against her, front and back.
"Beautiful, baby you're so tight it's unreal, what a glorious little butt," Larry moaned, licking the back of her neck, holding onto her as he kept moving his cock back and forth, working it in and out of her ass at precisely the same rate Marty Ericson was using.
He loved the feeling, the close proximity of the other man, just as much as Marty did. There was a wildness about the act that was something he couldn't get over and the more he stroked, the harder and faster he pistoned in and out of her amazingly tight little ass, the better he felt and the closer he got to getting off and shooting his load deep into her bottom.
But it was Marty, even more than DeWolfe, who was getting Laura Beth the most aroused. Her cunt was far more sensitive and tactile to assault and each time he thrust into her, she begged for more, slowly relaxing as they quickened their pace, stroking faster than ever.
She gripped Marty's cock with her cunt muscles, rubbed her tits against his hairy chest and then pushed back, clenching her sphincter muscles and nuzzling Larry's crotch with her round smooth buns.
"Yes, more, ohh it's good now, it's so good," she whimpered, shaking against them as they pounded faster and faster, not thinking of anything but their own pleasure.
And when Larry reached out and started slapping Marty's bucking jiggling ass, she thought her "manager" would go over the edge, right then and there. "Do it, spank him good!" she called out, wanting to hit their muscular rumps as well, wanting to cream and keep on creaming, to feel herself drowning in their good strong spend.
Men, there were men everywhere and they were worshipping her, just as they had worshipped Monroe. She felt more like a star than ever and thinking only of her pleasure, she felt herself losing control, getting ready to come.
Any second she was certain the septum dividing her cunt and her ass would rip apart and then the two cocks would be rubbing right against each other. She felt so fulfilled, so completely engorged with cock that she grew delirious, writhing against them, lifting herself up off the bed each time they speared their thick rigid peckers deep inside of her.
The camera had it recorded on film, but still it was too unbelievable to accept. But for Laura Beth, it was totally actual, totally unrehearsed. It was happening and happening to her and she felt herself reaching the point of no return and she didn't want to ever return, to come back to reality.
"Yes, now, it's ... it's happening," she whimpered as they kept jabbing in and out of her body, moaning and shaking against her and about to come as well. "Oh do it, harder, more, make me come. Now, it's so good I love it, men, big strong men like my paw!"
She closed her eyes, suspended between heaven and earth. And then the rush of orgasmic fervor went through her like a lightning bolt, an arrow piercing her as deeply and delightfully as the cocks she now rode with every fiber in her body.
A great hot gush of sap poured down, lubricating Marty's burning pole, adding to his own pleasure as her cunt muscles fibrillated and she kept on coming, the waves flowing through her, enervating and lusty. "More, give me your cream, pour it into me!" she cried out, thrashing like a wild-woman between them.
Her heated motions got them going and Larry kept raising and lowering his hand, bringing it down flat on the bucking firm cheeks of Marty Ericson's ass, feeling the heat of his own body as if he was a horse, being spurred on, forced to shoot, to drain his balls dry and just keep coming.
He couldn't hold back and even as Laura Beth kept shooting, one orgasm seemingly merging into another, Larry lost control and plowed into her, holding himself steady as his pubes burned her naked flesh and his cock filled her ass to the breaking point.
Marty felt the muscular contractions of DeWolfe's pecker and he too got closer and closer to releasing the hot foaming load churning in his wildly swinging balls. There was no stopping any of them and as Laura Beth kept begging for their come, first Larry and then Marty answered her demands, giving her exactly what she wanted.
"Feel it, here ... here it comes, oh fucking shit, feel my load, little one, what a hot tasty load, come, all this fucking come flooding your ass!" DeWolfe babbled as he stiffened and held onto her, corkscrewing his cock into her bottom, embedding it up to the root and then letting loose.
Feeling the ejaculations of the other man's penis, Marty Ericson struggled to come and finally he too was there, stiffening, freezing against Laura Beth with his throbbing pole hidden inside her flaming young twat.
His balls seemed to cool and then he too began to pour his load down her cunt, hot gushes of salty viscous semen filling her pussy, filling her ass too as DeWolfe shot a barrelful of cream down her ass-hole.
It was like a balm, almost soothing her as her clitoris burned and tingled, her anal walls fibrillating like her vaginal muscles, every part of her limp and drained of energy, but totally aroused, totally satisfied and fulfilled.
"Do it, I love come inside of me, good hot strong come," she moaned, savoring the way her body was being filled with the hot gushing splashes of manly seed.
She didn't want it to end, ever.
But they only had so much to give her, abundant though that might have been and one after the other they fell against her, their eyes closing, their bodies limp and exhausted as the last hot dribbles of come poured down into her ravished young body so that she lay on a puddle of sticky white semen, come smeared all over her flesh, her thighs, her ass and belly, oozing out of her pores like sweat.
The camera caught it all, down to the last detail, the last gush of semen. And then the lights went off and she too closed her eyes. She'd made herself more money than ever be-for in her life. And she had satisfied herself, her sexual desires, in a way she knew she would rarely if ever be able to do again.
But then again, at sixteen, Laura Beth
Coates still didn't know what life had in store for her, which was a helluva lot more than what Marty and Larry had given her, pleasurable though it may have been.
It was after making the fourth film in as many weeks that she began to get wise to what Marty was doing, how he was taking advantage of her. She still had no friends in the city other than him, but she had managed to put away enough money to survive at the Y for at least two months.
Well, if it doesn't happen by then, I can always go back to Ebing, she thought to herself. For in his haste to gain control over her future and her career, Marty had not thought to question Laura Beth's declaration that she was eighteen.
She was two years younger and still a minor and his contract had about as much validity as a deed to the Brooklyn Bridge. So one morning after Marty had left the apartment to open up Erotipose Studios for the day, she packed her things and left him a short note, thanking him and saying that she was returning home, after her father had taken ill and needed her by his side.
If he saw her on the street, she would just have to handle it when the time came. But now, she had too much to do, too many things to take care of to worry about Marty's hurt feelings. He'd made enough off of her work at Veneris Films Ltd. to be happier than when she'd first met him, so Laura Beth-fast becoming the city slicker and not the country bumpkin-didn't think he had anything to really complain about.
So she got another cheap room at the Y and headed for the best modeling agency in town. At least she'd learned to ask questions and now she wanted to know how to get started, what she would have to do to get put on an agency's list.
Her appointment was with Denny Pace, founder and president of Pace's Faces, the hottest modeling agency in town, having featured their models in just about every magazine being published. Pace made it a point to see all perspective applicants personally, for his success had been built on an intimate one-to-one, face-to-face approach.
And though she was kept waiting for over an hour, the moment she was shown into his rather opulent and fashionable office he couldn't believe his eyes. like Marty Ericson, Pace knew a hot property when he saw it.
But unlike Laura Beth's former "manager," his business acumen was strictly on the up and up. He had all the money he needed and his percentage of Laura Beth's future income would be a dividend that could only be construed as another high fashion feather in his already crowded cap.
"Your clothes and makeup are atrocious, Miss Coates, but you have a good strong face," he told her brusquely. "May I see your portfolio?"
"My what?" Laura Beth asked, feeling as if she should turn around and go back from where she had come from, back to the hills where she told herself she obviously belonged, not in a big cold city like New York.
"Your portfolio," he repeated. "Don't you have one?"
And then, on the verge of crying she blurted out her story, how she had come from near Tatersville, how she didn't know a soul, how she wanted to be a fashion model but didn't have the vaguest idea how to go about doing it.
Her ingenuousness hit a fatherly nerve in him and Pace leaned over his desk, ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair and found himself smiling, something he wasn't known for in the business, preferring to keep such dealings on a cool professional level.
"You mean to say you're here on your own?" he asked incredulously, eyeing her now with more than just casual interest.
She nodded her head and sniffled, keeping her head down.
"How old are you, Miss Coates ? "
"Eighteen," she said quickly.
But Pace didn't believe her in the least. "Come on now. It'll only help your career, and I daresay I think you'll have one, if you'll only tell me the truth. There's no point in lying, especially to me, now is there?"
"Sixteen," she whispered, looking up at him as the coldness melted and he beamed a broad fatherly and concerned grin at her.
"All alone and sweet sixteen," he laughed, getting up from his desk and moving around to where she sat huddling in the chair. He stood over her and looked down, torn by alternate desires, but unable to cope with his mounting sense of imminent pleasure, as if this girl, a mere waif, was both woman and child, sexually irresistible, yet emotionally and mentally just a teenager.
Pace was a bachelor, one of the more eligible ones in town, and he had a taste for fast women and the fast jet-set life. But now, standing over Laura Beth, he felt something else, something that made him keep staring at her, aware of how lush and firm her breasts were, rising and falling behind the thin cheap cloth of her dress.
Her legs were smooth, polished like ivory and no matter how poorly she was dressed or how awkwardly she had made up her face, trying to look older than her years-there was no masking the incredible innocent beauty she possessed.
He couldn't stop himself, he just couldn't.