Chapter 11
I did it! I actually got through the entire show without any major fuck-ups. Even my songs went well. Sure, there were a coible of little goofs here and there, but nothing the audience would have noticed. And that's what counts.
My dressing room was packed as soon as the final curtain fell. Everyone rushed in to congratulate me. My ego inflated, my head swelling from the enthusiastic compliments laid at my feet. The excitement was damn near sexual and nearly matched the thrill of the audience's exuberant applause. Everyone was convinced that the revival of Gypsy was going to be a hit. Even Carla, who had watched from the wings, hugged me over her crutches, told me I had a good chance of becoming a fine actress and seemed not to hold a grudge.
People slowly cleared my dressing room tog et ready for the party at Sardi's, which is no longer the "in" place it once was, but still a traditional gathering spot on an opening night. Only Randy remained, leaned against the door with something held held behind his back.
"I've got a surprise for you, Ms. Gypsy Rose Lee," he said through a huge smile.
"If it's what I think it is, just keep it in your pants!" I stared at him in the mirror, and continued slapping cold cream on my face to remove a ton of unwanted makeup.
"Sandy Buck! What kinda guy do you think I am! There's more to life than sex. There's also fashions and fabrics," he scolded, bringing his arm out from behind his back. "Check out this little number."
"Oh, Randy! It's gorgeous!"
"If you're going to be a star, you have to dress like one. I can just imagine the conservative rag you had planned for tonight." He shuddered his body and laughed.
"Oh, God. I've been so busy the last few days, I hadn't even given it a thought. You're a life-saver!" I removed the last of the cold cream and makeup from my face and turned around. Randy held out the dress.
My fingers trembled as I slipped it over my head and straightened it out. My face lit up when I stood before the full-length mirror, got a good look at how wonder-fully it fit my body. The silver sequined top was cut straight across at the neck line, then dipped in the back in gently falling folds, dipped low enough to be sexy yet high enough to hide my bra. The shoulders were slightly padded and the sleeves, black, bell shaped voile with a band of sequins circling their lower edges, broke at my elbows. Black crepe flowed from the bottom edge of the sequined top, cut a couple of inches below my breasts in a Bolero Jacket style, and cascaded in care-fully placed gathers to ripple to the floor. It was stunning--sexy with a touch of conservatism.
"I love it!" I squealed.
"There's More," Randy said, holding out a shopping bag. "Sorry I didn't have time to wrap them up for a better presentation. Just a few accessories."
I dove into the bag and came up with a pair of black, opera length gloves; rhinestone, dangle earrings; a tasteful rhinestone bracelet; and black, high-heeled shoes with a tiny, rhinestone bow on the top of each. He had thought of everything.
"I promise to take good care of it," I said, throwing my arms around him.
"Do what you like. It's yours. My little gift to the newest star on Broadway. Just remember me when you're famous."
I pulled way, laughing and giggling. "One shoe does not a star make."
"We'll see. Now hurry up and trowel on the makeup. We want to make an entrance, but we don't want to be the last ones there! That is, if you'll allow me to escort you to the ball."
"I'd be honored," I said, giving him a curtsy.
We arrived at Sardi's to a round of applause. I was instantly besieged by a host of reporters, all asking questions at once, my mind so confused I couldn't answer any. They finally calmed down, selected some sort of order amongst themselves, and asked me their questions one at a time. It seemed my Cinderella story was big news. Josh finally saved me from the onslaught and whisked Randy and me away to his table. I sat next to Debbie, the real star of the show, and gave her a sheepish grin.
"Not to worry, honey" Debbie said, patting my hand. "Those news hounds were all over me earlier. This is your hour; enjoy it. They don't come that often."
There was a steady stream of well-wishers, and I even signed a couple of autographs! Me! Little Sandy Buchowninski from Kankakee, Illinois! This was a dream come true.
I spotted Rob in the crowd. I had sent him a ticket, wondered if he'd show up. I was still in love with the guy, my crazy schedule the only real reason we had broken up. But recent events made me question if it was him that I loved, or his ten inches. My sexual horizon had been so expanded, I was no longer sure.
Rob suddenly stood next to my chair. "Congratulations, baby. You were wonderful," he said, taking my hand and raising me to my feet. He put his big, plumber's arms around me, drew my body next to his, and hugged me in a strong embrace.
"I wasn't sure you'd come."
"Wouldn't have missed this for the world! You're going to be rich and famous someday. Exactly how much are they paying you for this?"
"What kind of a question is that!"
"Just curious. I wouldn't want them to take advantage of you."
"Right," I said sarcastically and pushed myself away.
He leaned in and kissed me, his mouth hot and pressed firmly against mine, then grabbed my hand and - cut a path through the mingling throng.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll see soon enough."
He pushed open the door to the men's room and in we went, my struggling useless. Surprised gasps and quickly closing zippers followed us as Rob led me into one of the stalls, locking the door behind him.
"Let me out of here!"
"Come on, Sandy. You want it as bad as I do." His lips closed around my mouth, stopped any further conversation, one hand on my shoulder, the other opening his fly.
I did want him, his hot mouth convincing me. I just wasn't sure this was the time or place. But we had begun and passion took over, my body putty in his hands, my mind recalling the provocative images of my dream, of the men in the restroom.
I leaned against the stall, let him have his way with me. His hands raised my skirt, his hard, throbbing dick pounding between the teeth of his zipper, the huge head staring straight up at me. I had forgotten the monster size of his member. Saying ten inches is one thing, seeing it, having it, quite another.
I had never been fucked standing up. My repertoire was about to increase again. And I had definitely never fucked in a men's room before! My libido leapt into overdrive as these two realizations hit my awareness head on. I was almost sorry the door had been locked. Now I wondered what it would be like to fuck in front of a crowd. True, I had already done it at Josh's party, but I didn't know it then. I had foolishly assumed that no one paid us any attention. I wanted to know that I was being watched, to feel the thrill of a thousand eyes locked onto my pussy as it gobbled up cock.
Rob's hand on my clit shattered my thoughts, pulled me back to the facts of the moment. He had slipped away my panyhose, but struggled with the mound of fabric between us. One hand magnificently toyed with my growing clit, while the other bunched and mangled material. He finally gave up, moved both hands to the skirt and inched his erection in for the kill.
Quaking shudders rocked my body as his head kissed my hairy lips, widened them around the gentle slope of his mushroom. He fed me slowly, as though this was the last time this cock would ever know this pussy and meant to study its contours in minute detail every step of the way. Wonderful minutes passed before my hungry hole closed around the corona of his cockhead, slipping into the groove on his mighty shaft.
My head rolled against cold metal as his pace ballooned my desire, created a craving that bordered on insanity, my yearning for all of his luscious cock beyond reason. I tried to wriggle my box further down his steely prick. His hands left my shoulder and dropped the fabric, latched onto my hips, and stopped my actions, pinned me in place. He had total control, meant to have it his way.
There was nothing I could do but throw myself at his mercy, pray he would give me what I desired. I knew he would eventually, but impatience set my mind on fire, wracked my body as thought I were engulfed in a furious, barbaric fuck. I squirmed and writhed, jerked my legs, but his powerful hands held my box motionless. My lips gripped and chewed in a desperate effort to draw him in further, to propel him inwards and up-wards. His self-control was inhuman, his cockhead stopped just inside my anxious hole. I was next to tears, my mouth a trembling opening of tiny gasps and whimpers.
He began again. An inch of his torch grazed past my hole and stopped, sat in silence. His tongue darted between my teeth and another inch glided into my pussy. We were finally making progress and my cunt exploded with excitement, wrapped dripping walls around him, then pulled away, then wrapped again. My legs squeezed my cunt tightly around the little it had, made sure it wouldn't get away.
Rob must have had enough of this slow torture. He slammed the rest of his organ up my drooling pussy in a searing stab of powerful force. My mouth tore away from his in a scream of sheer ecstasy, my hips plastered against the wall, my cunt full of raging prick.
Rob lifted one of my legs and we were off to the races, his cock pumping and thrusting in a mad drive to climax. His other hand eased up on my hip, held on more than held back. My hips slid up and down the wall with the force of his jabs, and I did my best to fuck him back, my balance precarious on one weak and trembling leg. My hands gripped his shoulders, dug into his tuxedo, as I held on for a glorious ride.
He bumped and thumped, pressed the metal of his zipper into my twat. I couldn't take him to his base, had never been able to. My pussy just isn't ten inches deep. But there was plenty to grab onto, more than enough to satisfy my desire. Even with only a part of him, his head banged into my cervix on each inriding drive, produced a torrent of tumbling fluids in a failed attempt to extinguish his flaming torch.
"Ah. Oh," came his breathy moans. "I had ... forgotten. But my dick sure remembers. What a cunt. Hot. Swamping. That's my girl. Fuck me ... my ... rich ... beauty!" His voice rose higher and higher, became more and more breathy as his healthy head drove faster and faster.
The stall wobbled around us, squeaked and squealed in rhythm to our coupling, the metal denting and pop-ping against my back.
"I'm not ... rich. How ... can you ... talk ... of money," I forced between groans," at a ... time ... like ... this!"
"Money and sex. Two of ... life's ... greatest," he bit his lower lip, his cock plowing into me with ever increasing force," ... pleasures!" he screamed, stopping as far up my cunt as he could reach. He rocked his ass from side to side, banged himself between my drenched walls.
My pussy quivered beneath his savage attack, his beating head inflaming my flesh, my walls tumbling like the walls of Jericho. My hips were thrown from side to side, knocked my cunt into his bombarding prick. My hands dug into his shoulders as an orgasm rushed to my fevered snatch, blazed a scorching trail through my jostling insides. But I drew in a deep breath, held it, halted its release. It churned and boiled, increased the already tremendous shaking of my body, shook my pussy in slapping blows against his cum-filled lead pipe.
Rob continued his sideways fuck. I could do nothing more than pour concentration on the damming of my orgasm, the dam weakening with each slam of his cock against its feeble construction. I desperately wanted us to cum together, to combine our orgasms in a blaring blast that would knock both of us off our feet. I had no idea how close he was. I didn't know how much longer I could resist the pounding waters against my dissolving dam.
"Hang on, baby. I'm going ... to shoot cum ... right up ... to your ... eyeballs!" His final word drove his cock in as far as it could reach.
My dam cracked open as his cocked rifle fired. Our cum met in a collision of incredible power. We both cried out, our bodies consumed by an explosive release. He splattered and splashed inside me. I poured and drenched on top of him. Each of us came and came, trying to drown the other. Our bodies took over the action, jiggling and gyrating around the sensitivity of climax. Now our minds were free to savor the euphoria of heavenly orgasm.
Tears ran down my cheeks as my body slowly recovered from the rigors of ultimate pleasure. Rob remained rock hard within me, his body drained but his cock always ready for action. He slipped back until just his head remained well within my hold.
"Wow!" Rob said as soon as he caught his breath. "That was a lot better than I remembered! Even if you don't make it as a star, you've got a real money-maker between your legs!"
I slapped him hard across the face. "I'm not a whore. Not yours, not anybody's!" I pulled my pussy off his cock, raised my pantyhose, and straightened my dress.
"Chill out, Sandy. I didn't mean it that way."
"Money and sex. That's all that's on your mind. Good luck fording it," I said, unlocking the door. I rushed out of the room, ignoring the polite applause from the men gathered around our stall. I knew that was the last time I'd ever see Rob and I wasn't the least bit regretful. He only wanted me for sex and now money. But I no longer needed him.
I stopped outside the restroom, made sure I was put back together, and said beneath my breath," Good-by, Rob, you son-of-a-bitch." I returned to the festivities and haven't thought of him since.
Blayne hovered around our table until he got an invitation to join us in Debbie's hotel suite to await the morning papers and the first reviews. Josh took his leave early on to catch some sleep before his flight to Hollywood. A small group of us headed off to party the night away, my nerves at the impending critiques gnawing away at my stomach.
Debbie had ordered plenty of food and champagne and everyone lounged around talking and joking, trying their best to relax.
"Hey, stop guzzling the booze. You'll make yourself sick," Randy said, grabbing the glass from my hand.
"I can't help it. I'm a bundle of nerves. What if the reviews are bad? What if they hate me?"
"Calm down, kid. They're not going to hate you. Besides, there's nothing you can do about it tonight."
"Big help you are!" I sat on the sofa, fidgeting and squirming, until I could sit no longer. I paced around the room, making small talk here and there. But my nerves refused to calm down. Martin, Randy and Blayne were huddled in a corner, their arms clasped around each other's shoulders like a tiny football team in secretive conference.
The huddle broke, all three of them striding in my direction. Blayne grabbed me by the arm. "You're coming with us."
The three of them steered me into the bedroom, flicked on the lights, closed the door, and seated me on the foot of the bed. I had no idea what was up and just stared at them as they lined up in front of me.
Blayne hummed a long, steady note, Martin and Randy matching him. Then they broke into song.
"Let us entertain you." They kicked their shoes into the air.
"Let us make you smile." They ground their hips as their jackets fell to the floor.
"Let us do a few tricks." Their ties untied and they unbuttoned their shirts.
"Some old and then some new tricks." Their shirts came off and their cummerbunds fell away.
"We're very versatile!" Their crotches circled 'round and 'round, their hips jutting forward to emphasize the zip of opening flies.
"And if you're real good." Waistbands parted.
"We'll make you feel good." Their pants slipped down their legs and off their feet. Then they turned themselves around.
"We want your spirits to climb." Their underwear bared their butts as they bent over to remove them, spread their cracks before my dazzled eyes. They then turned around and finished the song, locking arms around waists, prancing and kicking like a chorus line.
"So let us entertain you," bump," and we'll have a real good time--yeah," bump," sir!" bump. "We'll," kick right," have," kick left," a real," kick right," good," grind," time!" As they held the final note, they pumped their crotches, their cocks bobbing and flopping. Then they threw their arms straight above their heads and shimmied themselves to within inches of my face.
I laughed and applauded, and inwardly drooled over the three exquisitely different cocks so eloquently displayed before me. The song had never been sung so well.
"It's about time you smiled," Martin said. "Now who will it be?"
"I have to choose? And what exactly is it that I'm choosing?"
"Don't be coy with us!" Randy said, stepping back, seeming to remove himself from the competition.
There really was no choice to be made. Blayne's cock made the other two look like inadequate imitations. My eyes were captivated by it, ran over its length, circled its girth as though they had never before encountered a live and marvellously naked dick.
Out of the corner of one eye, I saw Randy grab Martin's arm and pulled him away. I heard the door open and close in a foggy distance.
"I guess you're stuck with me," Blayne said, his hand sliding down his stomach to pet his prick. "I hope it will do."
I couldn't say a word. My mouth opened, but I was speechless. His manhood had stolen my breath clean away.
His arms lifted me from the bed, stood me on shaky legs as he peeled fabric from my shoulders. His eyes stared into mine and I became lost in dark pools of seductive mystery. I stepped out of my heels as my dress gathered around my ankles. He unclasped my bra and removed it from my heaving chest. His eyes never left me. Then he lowered himself to his knees, his warm hands sliding my pantyhose away from my pouting pussy. I stepped out of them, my knees brushing the fine hairs on his chest, and I was naked before the most desirable man I had ever met.
He pressed his face into my twat and gently kissed all around my slit. My head fell back, my body melted beneath his tender caresses. Then he kissed his way up my stomach and between my tits, stopping to nibble on each. He then continued his journey to my neck, his body sliding along my legs. When his mouth met mine, his cock had risen in glory, pulsed against my pussy in rhythm to his heart. He pushed into me, one hand on my back, one stretched out to meet the bed as we lowered into the lap of lust. But this was more than simple lust, Blayne approached me with passion, with gentle and tender passion that bespoke of love. I returned his emotion with playful kisses, tiny nips at his full lips, and nibbles on his offered tongue.
He left me and stretched out on his side, moving further up the bed. "Come here. Lay down beside me." His voice was soft and dreamy as he patted the mattress, his eyes beckoning, his cock hard and throbbing while his balls reached down to kiss the covers.
I inched up the bed, my eyes traversing his hairy, slender, yet muscular legs. His crotch was the envy of any man; his stomach firm and cut with a navel that was sort of half in, half out. His pecs with their brown nipples centered in a circle of darker brown skin, a hair or two curling around each. Finally, there was his triangle of thicker hair that peeked over the edge of his T-shirts. As I checked him out, his handsome face smiled an angelic smile around sparkling white teeth. Blayne had to be perfection; the crowning glory to nature's lesser attempts.
I swooned at his touch upon my breast, my head sinking into the pillow, my eyes closing in the agony of longing. I let his hands investigate my mounds before even trying to move, my muscles relaxing in atrophied ecstasy. I finally found the energy to slide my cunt closer to his crotch. I was ready to cum and had yet to capture his cock, to feel its size make Rob seem like a pygmy!
Blayne lowered his mouth onto a firm nipple. I sucked in air. My body tensed, then dribbled like warm honey as I oozed an orgasm into my empty box. I couldn't believe it, but languished in its luxury, let the gentle warmth of a first release spread over my flesh. "You came, didn't you?" Blayne asked, his hand still massaging my breast.
"Yes," I said softly. My mouth moved toward his, tried to devour him entirely.
He pushed me away. "No you don't! It's my turn."
He rolled me onto my back. My legs parted. He straddled my hips, lowered himself down, pressed cock into my stomach. He inched his hips down my body, his hardness digging a valley in my flesh until his drooling head slipped between my legs. Then up he came, his knees forcing my legs around him, clamping my sexlips tightly together. His legs held me so securely he had to force his way in. His hips twisted and turned his cock like a finely oiled piece of machinery, drilled a new hole in my cunt. His aim was perfect, as if he knew a woman's anatomy like the back of his hand. His slick head eased between my lips and into my hole. I gasped at his entry, not from pain or surprise, but from the answer to my deep longing, the gift I had so eagerly wanted. It stretched me slightly as it moved within my gripping circle. He had stopped twisting it, let it plow up me in all its normal, natural beauty.
In and in he came, fed me more and more of his extraordinary organ. My legs were so tightly clamped that I didn't know how he was managing to move. But he was, and wonderfully so. I was overwhelmed when his nuts met my pussy, when my hole closed around his base. He was totally in me and my pussy wrapped around him like a tailormade glove, a snug and heavenly fit.
I couldn't imagine where all that meat had gone, my cunt no way large enough to accommodate his mass. Yet I knew the feel of his base at my opening, the warmth of his balls on my lips. Every spot on my interior was touched by Blayne. He wriggled slightly and I suddenly knew where all that meat had gone. His head wobbled in my uterus, my ovaries pressed into my flesh, screaming and as tender as a man's testicles. His entry had been so smooth and desired, I hadn't even felt him pass my cervix, climb up the canal and force my uterus to line up my cunt. But I felt it now! My insides had been rearranged to accommodate my man. Something in my trembling flesh must have told him that nervousness had descended upon my brain.
"Relax. I won't fuck your uterus. Not this time, at least. You need to work up to that. I'll teach you some other time."
He backed out until I felt his head butt up against my cervix, that firm protector that's intended to keep a cock the size of Blayne's from going too far.
Knowing his limits, Blayne began to pump his hips, his ass rising into the air before fitting my glove back onto his marvellous member. He staked his claim in no uncertain terms, dug for gold, scooped my pussy with his shovel-like head.
My second orgasm was there, had been since the first touch of cock to pussy. I fought against its release, wanting to show Blayne I had a little control. But it was not to be. His thunderous thrusts burst my bubble and I showered down on his marauding giant. Either he didn't feel it or he totally ignored it, because his driving pace never faltered.
He kept his promise, gave me only a part of him, his balls slapping my thighs. He rocked and drove, fed cock to me all through my erupting climax as though it were expected, part of the ritual to obtain his own resounding release. I moaned and sighed as I languished boiling fluids around his slip-sliding slab which slammed into every inch of dripping flesh inside my doubly satisfied snatch.
His arms stretched up from the bed, raised his chest into the air, his neck arcing back in a sweeping curve. His ass clenched tighter on each downward and inward thrust, rose higher in a jiggling mass of excited muscle as he pulled up and out. His stabs grew short and rapid, his legs hard and locked. His stomach rippled in jerking jumps as he pumped my pussy full of jism, his cock lurching in jabs so tiny and fast they were almost imperceptible. My intensely sensitive interior quickly filled with gobs of swirling semen, a hot bath of thrilling liquid to wash the walls of my clasping cunt. It seemed to make my own orgasm seem a paltry nothing.
He quivered above me momentarily, then collapsed his moisture-laden body on top of me. My arms were immediately around him, clasping him, holding him tightly to my breast in an enthused embrace. His hands slid beneath my back and his mouth greedily sought mine. Our tongues were sealed in our bonding, put signatures upon our first act of love.
"You cheated," he said, releasing my mouth. "You came twice to my once."
"Sorry, I couldn't help it. I couldn't hold back. You're just too good."
"Compliments will get you everywhere, my dear." He rolled off of me and pulled me in to rest against his shoulder. I looked down his dancer's body, into his crotch. His cock fell to the side, looked as large now as it did when erect. I swallowed hard. I had decided to ask a delicate question. I had to know. If I had any hopes of a relationship with Blayne, I had to know. "Are you bisexual?"
Blayne laughed, his chest bouncing against my cheek. "For God's sake no! Where did you get that idea?"
"Josh."
"Oh. I can explain that. I fucked Josh because I wanted a part in his movie. I didn't get it. And it taught me a lesson. I won't do that again!"
Just as I was about to ask another question, Martin burst into the room. "We're a hit! A fucking hit! They all say the cast is perfect. From top to bottom. I owe you one, Sandy, a big one! Oh, just carry on. Didn't mean to interrupt." He closed the door.
"Hear that? You're going to be a star!"
"A star," I repeated almost in a trance. "A star. Is that why you're here?"
"I don't believe you! I'm here because I want to be. We've got possibilities, and I'm looking forward to testing them all out."
I nestled next to him, my hopes high. I just might be a star. Actually, I couldn't help but be with Blayne at my side!