Chapter 10

THE FILMS WENT ON AND ON IN A WILD ORGY OF LUST....

When they reached the hotel where Jack was staying, they relaxed while bellhops looked after the heavy equipment. They stayed close though to ensure that none of the precious films were lost in transit.

In his room, both breathed happy sighs at the success of their trip.

"I'm going to call dad and tell him he can let Bruce loose now if he wants to," Calla said.

""Sure. Be prepared though. He's going to ask how we made out."

"Oh, that's right. I guess I'll tell him we didn't find anything. Do you agree?"

"Yes. It seems best under the circumstances. Let's call it one of those times when a lie is justified."

"I like your morals, sir," she laughed, "they're as bad as mine."

"Here," he took the phone out of her hand, "let me call room service first so we can get everything in order."

When he had ordered ice and soda, Jack gave her the phone and she put the call through. At the other end of the phone, her father sounded tired. She suggested he go to bed, but he refused.

She tried scolding him, but that didn't work very well either so she gave up. When she put the phone down, and turned around, she emitted a little gasp as she saw that Jack was naked and much more efficient looking than the man they had watched in the movie.

"You sure do impress me, mister," she grinned, "I hope the boy from room service is as impressed."

"I forgot all about that," he snappped his fingers in anger at himself.

There was a light rapping on the door and Jack ran for the closet to get his robe.

"Duck into the John if you wish," he whispered as he ran by her. "This could ruin your reputation."

Giggling at his concern over her, Calla decided to stay put and let the bellboy think whatever wanted to. In fact, the thought that the boy would think they were getting ready to go to bed so early in the afternoon gave her a little thrill.

"Brazen hussy," Jack frowned after he closed the door again. "If you want to be really brazen, get those silly clothes off and let's see what happens. While you're doing it, I'll set up the stag movies for another show."

"Careful you don't get anything caught in the equipment," she laughed as she reached for the hook at the back of her dress.

"I'll get something caught in your equipment, lady," he glared at her as he began to unpack the projector for the second feature.

"Oh goody." Calla began undressing much more quickly.

Working with the efficiency Calla had come to expect from him, Jack had the projector set up in no time at all. Selecting the next can from the carton, he was threading it smoothly into the projector until he turned to see Calla standing beside him watching. The film slipped and Jack had to go back and redo it.

He could hardly be blamed for that. Calla still wore black bra, panties, garter belt, dark shimmering nylons clinging to her perfectly shaped legs and thighs, and high heeled black pumps.

Without realizing what she was doing, she added to the electrifying effect by standing with her feet apart and her hands on her hips, just at the waistband of the brief panties.

"What do you think we'll gain by viewing the films, Jack?" she asked after he had forced his attention back to the projector.

"It's difficult to explain, dear," he talked as he finished threading and locked the film gate, "it involves motivation, modus operandi, persona grata and other closely related elements.'"

"Hmm," Calla wore a confused but impressed frown, "Is it possible to break that down into a simple explanation?"

"Sure," he grinned. "What it means is I like watching stag movies with the most beautiful woman in the world beside me."

"Oh you rotten stinker." Calla had to work at pretending anger becuase there really wasn't a trace of it in her.

"Why all the clothes?" The grin was still in place and made her tremble with excitement as it always did. "Are you cold?"

"Absolutely frigid," she lied.

"I just may be able to do something about that." As he said it, he turned toward her and Calla saw that he was fully prepared to do that something.

Given the excitement of watching a few movies, she reasoned, his readiness would be magnified and so would hers. It was, she told herself, going to be quite a session.

She had left her bra and panties on because she wanted him to take them off for her during the movies. Now she wondered if they would be able to wait that long.

Jack flicked the machine to life, adjusted the focus quickly and led her to the bed that was their reserved seat for the performance.

The film showed two women, One was middle aged, the other young, not more than twenty and very obviously drunk.

The older one guided the young blonde into a chair. Then, smiling, she hurriedly began to undress. She stripped naked.

She showed a little too much flesh everywhere as if hers was a good figure that had gone puffy in the last few years.

The woman helped the younger one to sit up, then drew her to her feet and half carried her to the bed. Sitting her on the edge of it, she unfastened the buttons of the crisp white blouse and pulled it off her arms.

The view was spectacular. The white bra was overfilled with breasts that looked firm and smooth. Holding the girl around the waist with her left arm, the woman used her right hand to fondle and squeeze both cups as her eyes went wide and her face became a mask of aroused desire.

One hand moved to find the catch and zipper of the short skirt below which lovely legs showed. The skirt opened to reveal a patch of clinging nylon panties.

Unable to wait, the woman pushed a hand inside to stroke what she was going to bare. Allowing the younger one to fall back on the bed then, she bent over her with her heavy breasts dangling pendulously and swaying as she tugged the skirt off.

The blonde had a stunning young body. Even in her drunken stupor, the body looked strong, smooth and vital.

The big woman rolled her over onto her tummy and her fingers trembled as she unhooked the back of the taut bra. As it fell open, she started to turn the limp body over, then stopped.

Moving back, she rubbed the smooth surface of the panties and clutched at the firm mounds. Quickly then, she tugged the panties down to bare the luscious hills of warm, firm looking flesh.

Dropping to her knees on the floor while the panties still held high on the thighs, just below the hills, she caught the cheeks, parted them and buried her face. Her hands rubbed the smooth thighs in frantic excitment as she seemed to be inhaling the fragrance of the young beauty.

And then she was up on the bed again, turning the blonde over and taking the bra off. She licked her lips at what she saw and hurried down to strip the little panties down and off.

The blonde still wore a garter belt and nylons, but the woman did nothing more about them but fondle the well filled nylons as her hands worked their way up.

Still kneeling on the floor beside the bed, she pushed the helpless legs up and wide apart. As she stared at the final secret of her victim, the camera eye did the same and the two who watched the movie pressed a little closer together.

"Ooh," Calla said in a whisper, "it's going to be a rape."

Jack tightened his arm around her and they watched the face of the woman pressing between the silken thighs. She worked eagerly, greedily and for a long time before she pulled her face back, licked her lips and got to her feet.

But the woman wasn't finished. Scrambling onto the bed, she tugged the limp form farther on the bed and arranged it so that the blonde lay on her side. She seemed to be making a feeble protest with her hands, but the older woman brushed it aside.

Hurriedly, she straddled the blonde's thighs. One hand reached between her own thighs and the fingers seemed to be parting something there.

Pressing down on the smooth thigh, she removed her fingers and began rubbing. The contact she made, Calla realized, must have been smooth and warm and delicious.

The woman played her role like an expert horseman as she rode. Calla had once seen a woman doing the same thing on the saddle while riding and knew what the result was going to be.

The riding woman achieved that result. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes closed tightly and her body gave a few frantic jerks before she pressed down harder and allowed the crashing waves of completion to fade away.

It was the end of the film and Jack hurried from the bed, his arousal obviously urgent.

While she waited for him to come back, Calla thought of what she had seen. There was no way of telling whether the young blonde would have been a willing partner had she been less drunk.

Was it, Calla wondered, her first experience? Did the other woman know her, or was it just a pickup? Would the young one remember in the morning and how would she feel about it?

And then a new scene was showing on the wall and Jack was coming back to her. This time, it was a naked man sitting on a bed while a quite attractive young woman undressed slowly as they talked.

Calla gave a little sigh of satisfaction as she felt Jack unfastening her bra. It fell away and he pulled her partially across his strong body so that he could slip her panties down.

She helped all she could as he drew the panties down her legs and took them right off. While the two on the screen fondled each other in preparation, she and Jack did the same.

When the two on the screen moved into position for the ultimate act of love and lust, Calla felt Jack adjusting her for the same wonderful purpose.

"Kneel up facing the screen," he whispered.

Calla did. She understood how he wanted it and felt a new surge of excitement.

Jack knelt behind her and she felt the throbbing big strength pressing against her arched, opened body that was so anxious to receive him.

On the screen, the woman lay on her back and the man mounted her with rough urgency. Behind, she felt her man doing the same thing but with a tenderness that was so sweet and good that she almost cried in ecstasy.

And then he was in her and his movements were a delicious blend of strength and gentleness. It was the first time he had done it to her this way and she loved it.

While both watched the screen, his hands moved all over her both behind and in front. In this position, he could fondle every sensitive area of her body and he found them all while he kept moving in a slow, sensational movement that drove her wild with delight.

He was still doing it when the picture ended and the next one began. It featured a tired looking old man and two very beautiful young women who wore only bra and panties when the picture started and soon wore less.

Both joined the man on the bed and worked together to arouse him by using every method in the book.

But then the film began to blur and jump.

There was nothing wrong with the picture, it was because Calla felt something wonderful beginning to happen inside her.

Jack had obviously been waiting for it because he allowed it to build to the very edge of explosion then began to slam hard against her in a quick slapping style while his hands gripped her hips.

He had timed it perfectly and they took off together for a rocket trip through the stars. Both were vaguely aware of what was showing on the screen and it made a subconscious contribution to their ecstasy.

"Are you tired, darling?" Jack whispered after both had caught their breath again. "Would you like to lie down?"

"No, please," she panted. "Stay with me until the picture ends."

Caressing her with both hands, his body pressed close so that they would stay together completely. On the wall the picture progressed toward conclusion.

The two women had serviced each other while the man watched and fondled his arousal. Hurriedly, they pushed him down onto his back.

One knelt so that she straddled his face. His tongue came out as she lowered herself onto him. The other crouched farther down beside him and opened her mouth wide as she caught his late arriving strength in her hand and lowered her face to demolish it in that very special way.

It had taken him a long time to get ready for action, but having started, it wasn't long before action finished for him as the crouching woman drained him completely.

When it was over for him, he tried to squirm away from the woman who sat on his face, but she had no intention of letting him go.

It was obvious that he had brought her close and she was demanding the full trip. Urging him on with her body jerking and rubbing his face, she got what she wanted.

On the bed, Jack drew gently away from her and they moved into an embrace. They agreed they had seen enough movies for the time being.