Chapter 3
I spent a rather restless night wondering how I was going to contain Carla Cristan. I didn't really know her, had yet to actually work with her. She had had a couple of minor roles in the movies, parts which demanded more from her body than her acting, and that was the extent of my knowledge on her background.
Rehearsals started at ten, but a good stage manager is always early. The place was virtually deserted when I arrived at nine. My assistant, a meek gal fresh from some Midwest college, showed up about five minutes later and filled me in on what had been happening. I was appalled at the childish behavior she described to me. And this from a supposed professional!
"Why didn't you call me!"
"I didn't think it was important. I thought all stars acted that way." The girl looked at me through frightened eyes, her hands clamped tightly to her clip-board.
"From now on, I want a full report. Every day. On every thing. No matter how trivial."
"Yes, ma'am."
The poor thing slinked away, probably thought I was some demon from hell. But I couldn't be bothered with that now. It seemed Carla exploded almost daily over the minutest thing, refused to rehearse, closed herself up in her private room and no one was able to get her out. Carla was going to be a challenge; was already a threat to my job and the advancement of my career.
The cast began to trickle in around 9:30 and thoughts of Carla were pushed aside. Maybe today would go smoothly and I wouldn't have to deal with her at all. I could hope.
We were working with Carla and the chorus today, and even though there was a separate changing room, no one thought anything of stripping down right there in the main rehearsal room. The chorus was mainly women, but the men had been carefully selected for looks and talent. I sort of looked away as the guys shed their clothes down to their dance belts, jock straps with a wide waistband and full pouch, and climbed in their tights. Sort of. They had no modesty, and although not completely naked, their dance belts left their butts in full view. And there were some nice butts to be seen, some muscular and hairless, others roundly fleshed and hairy, all sizes and shapes.
When the director arrived, Joshua "Josh" Leamon, I tried to assure him that I was there to ride herd on Carla. He didn't seem convinced that I could accomplish my goal and just shook his head as he walked away.
I greeted Carla as warmly and sincerely as I could the moment she walked through the door.
"Thank God you're here," Carla said. "Maybe you can get that needle-dick director to listen to reason."
"Problems, Carla?" I asked innocently.
"You don't know the half of it! Just stick around. You'll find out soon enough."
She strutted off to her room her nose in the air, her ass swaying like a porch swing. She was a gorgeous girl and that's what probably landed her the role, knowing Martin as I now intimately did. Be that as it may, at least she was on time. We were off to a good start.
Rehearsals begin promptly at ten and the chorus fidgeted in place, ready to go, waiting for the appearance of our starlet. I sent my assistant to let her know we anxiously awaited her presence.
Carla pranced out in this hot pink leotard that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not only could you see her nipples protrude through the Spandex, you could see exactly how large were the circles surrounding them. But that's not where everyone's attention was focused. All eyes, male and female alike, zeroed in on her box. The Spandex crept right up between her lips, clung to her pussy like Saran Wrap. It stretched around her mound of hair, then dove right up her snatch to caress the roundness of her womanhood, to display what is best left covered to pique a man's curiosity.
Today's rehearsal centered around Gypsy Rose Lee, our Carla, so I didn't expect any problems. I assumed by the way she dressed that she needed to be the only focus of attention, and the scenes today were hers. The first half hour ran smoothly.
Then we hit the section where Gypsy is supposed to be travelling from city to city, playing theater after theater. It's accomplished through the use of different curtains to signify different locations. It's a frantic time for Carla because of all the costume changes, but the staging is actually pretty simple. However, Carla's mind refused to grasp the concept. An argument quickly developed between actress and director.
I followed Carla as she stormed out, a door slammed into my face at journey's end.
"Carla. Let's talk. Please let me in.
The door jerked open. "You can talk, but it ain't gonna do no fucking good.
Her dressing room was loaded with stuffed animals, from tiny teddy bears to a giant panda that sat in one corner. Carla plunked herself down in front of her makeup mirror and clung to a black and brown, cuddly toy racoon. She rocked back and forth hopefully working off her anger, har hand forcefully petting the toy in savage strokes. Her face was skewed into a displeased pout.
I thought it best not to sit until invited, so I stood in the center of the room "What's the problem?"
"That fucking director. Lemon Leamon! He hates me!"
"Josh doesn't hate you. He's trying to make you a star. To get the best performance from you he possibly can. He's doing it for your own good." I wasn't even convincing myself, but I hoped she bought it.
"My ass! He's too busy staring at my tits to care about what I'm doing."
"It's hard not to when you're dressed like that."
"Fine! Now you're riding my ass, too! Maybe I should just waltz out there buck naked and get it over with. Let them all get a good, long look!"
The racoon flew into the air. Carla popped out of her chair. She kicked her shoes off and the leotard peeled away from her lightly tanned skin.
"There! Tits and pussy on parade," she said, prancing around the room.
From the neck down, we could have been twins. It was like looking into a mirror, except Carla had a mole just above her right hip. Otherwise, it would appear we were identical.
Don't be silly, Carla. Put your clothes back on."
"No." An odd look crossed her face. "They told me you were fit for my costumes. I wanna see how close we really are. Show me."
"What? You want me to undress?"
"Why not? We're both girls, aren't we?"
Will that get you into your clothes and back to the rehearsal?"
"Maybe."
I stared at her, not believing what she was asking. This was incredibly stupid. But if it would get her back to work, why not? I undressed quickly, just to get the whole thing over with, and soon had everything on display. Her eyes looked me over, scanned me from tits to toenails.
She pushed me back into the arms of a panda and I sprawled within its furry embrace. I was stunned to say the least, didn't understand her action. Shock silenced my protest.
"Pretty pussy, but not as pretty as mine," she declared, her hands between her legs to part her hair in order to show me her soft, pink interior. "Can you match that?"
"I'm not even going to try. This is silly," I said, trying to push away from the plush bear.
Carla dropped between my legs, pushed me back into the bear, then spread my knees further apart. She stared at my cunt, her eyes hungry, her tongue circling her barely parted lips. Her head dove into my crotch.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked in amazement, forcing her shoulders back, raising her head from my surprised pussy.
"You want me to rehearse? Then lay back and enjoy."
What could I do? I had to get her back to work, my job depended on it. I flopped down into soft fur and let whatever was going to happen, happen. Sex seemed to be getting me what I wanted, so sex it would be. I closed my eyes and braced myself for Carla's lovemaking.
She rushed to kiss me, her tongue moistening my lips before spreading them. She worked my slit until it began to slow, my clit growing against her tongue, my juices wetting my interior to accept her loving probes. Her tongue pressed against my clenched hole, but she did not enter, remained within the fleshy folds of my exterior, wetting me, drooling between my full, curving sex lips.
When she pulled away, my eyes opened to ford out what she had in mind. Her hands worked her own pussy in fevered jabs, her forgers buried deeply within her mound. Her hair glistened with dew. Her thighs squeezed around her box as her hands reached beneath the panda. A broad smile lit up her face when she produced the object of her search. She fondled the double-headed dildo of enormous length and girth. Monster heads bobbed at each end, tapered like the real thing. Her hands wiped her box and spread glistening liquids over each of the gigantic dong heads.
"No fucking way!" I said, my frightened pussy clamping shut. The thing was too big for any woman to handle, I was sure of it.
"Just take the tip, if you're that much of a wimp. Trust me. I won't shove in any more than you can handle."
I eyed the rubber cock with a strange sense of adventure. It made my vibrator look like a toothpick and hung before me in exquisite detail, veins and all. Carla had already worked one end into her cunt, the head all but disappearing up her slit. It sat with its corona stretching her hole tightly around its mighty mass. She made it look so effortless, so painless.
Her hand held the dildo near the other end, aimed the pointed head at my snatch. My hands parted my lips in nervous hesitation, trembling as the rubber prod neared my opening. What a price to pay for one's art!
The first touch shot fear to my brain. It was cold and hard. The tip inched in its entry. I stretched for it, the feel almost normal. Carla let it rest there, allowed me the decision to take it if I wanted it. The thrill of the moment told me I could handle a little more so I placed my hand upon the shaft, guided it in a bit at a time. I opened for it, drew it in in tiny nibbles until I felt my cunt expand to what I knew was a comfortable limit. I had taken almost the entire head and looked away, my mind refusing to accept that amount of cock within my grip.
Carla twisted the dick between us, rolled it around our connected pussies. My waters returned, bathed the cock in steaming warmth. Shock raced up from my cunt as the head slipped fully in, the mass sufficiently greased to glide up without resistance. It filled my cuntal pas-sage with pleasure. Fear vanished, evaporated in a captivating sense of fullness. The twisting continued, rubbed the walls of my pussy into a flowing rush of sudden, urgent lust. I had taken the head and the accomplishment brought a smile to my lips. The challenge had been successfully met.
Carla released the dong, braced herself on the arms of the panda, and stretched her legs out behind her. I let go as well and glued my eyes onto the pink meat clasped firmly between us. I locked my muscles around the head, kept it from making further entry. Meanwhile, Carla shimmied her cunt farther and farther along the wide and mammoth dildo. The thing must have reached up to her stomach before she began to pull off it. It gleamed in her retreat, her honey oiling it up for a smooth ride. Down she came again, her mouth open in a steady moan of pleasurable delight.
She began to fuck the thing for real, my pussy keeping it steady for her, providing the resistance necessary to allow her the deepest penetration. She pumped herself with increasing fury, driving her box up and down the mighty dong, her pussy stretching around the hard girth.
My cunt began to ache as the pressure against my tightened muscles increased. The head wobbled slightly with each downward thrust, pulled against me with Carla's upward glides. I couldn't hold it. My muscles gave way on a particularly rapid spiraling of Carla's cunt. The dildo shot up my pussy, slammed into the back of my cunt with a powerful force. I screamed, but had the thing entirely within me.
Carla must have clamped down the jaws of her snatch because I was suddenly being fucked. My hole caved in with each inward drive, curled back on itself, then stretched out along the outward pull. But my fiery liquids soon had the shaft totally lubricated and it slipped in and out of me with surprising ease. The elasticity of my pussy sent pride racing to my chest.
"Cum with me, Sandy," Carla said," raise yourself up when I come down."
She set up a moderately paced rhythm so we could both enjoy a deep and steady fuck. To begin with. To start us on the journey to climax.
My head rolled in amazed enjoyment. I couldn't believe I was taking all this meat up my drooling pussy and extracting such extreme satisfaction from a hunk of rubber. Pride increased and astonishment fled as I relished the wonderful stretch of my cunt, as I experienced the flexibility of my flesh.
Carla panted and moaned as she picked up the pace, rocking the dildo in zestful thrusts. Her driving strokes threatened to plow the thing right into the tender opening of my uterus. I tightened around it in an attempt to halt its progress, refusing any deeper penetration.
Luckily for me, Carla eased up as her body quivered and shook. Her bursting orgasm trickled out of her slit, ran down the length of the shaft, and dripped between my legs. Her arms trembled and her head bobbed loosely on a neck no longer able to support it. Still she managed to maintain a steady maneuvering of the dildo within my pussy, slower, a gentle glide along my swamped tunnel. She made love to my cunt instead of fucking it.
I had concentrated so hard on the wonderment of acceptance that I had entirely forgotten about my own orgasm. So many new and powerful sensations scurried throughout my body that my orgasm got lost in the confusion. It swam somewhere inside me but I couldn't separate it from the other enchanting delights laying claim to my awareness. My box was on fue, I felt that. My hips had fallen into an unguided motion of grasping strokes. My legs opened and closed, parted to receive, shut to capture.
There was a tingle travelling over my skin that raised goose bumps on my excited flesh. I hardly felt the hardening of my nipples as my tits gently swayed from side to side as my body rocked to the rhythm of Carla's expert jabs. There was too much to sort out so I didn't even try.
With Carla's release came a change in tactics. She latched onto the dildo and knelt between my legs, her elbows pressing my knees outward. One hand came to my clit, played and massaged it. She worked the false cock like a real one, twisted and turned as well as pumped.
I was suddenly aware of my impending release. It dominated me, shot my cunt into the air as my ass tightened in clenching fascination. I pumped my pussy as hard as Carla pumped the dildo. Faster and faster, more furious became my desire to swamp the rubber in the sweet fluids from a bombastic eruption.
"Fuck me!" I yelled. "Faster. Harder. Oh, God! I'm so fucking close!"
My legs buckled beneath this heavenly hammering and I collapsed into the panda, my breath a panting plea, my mind gone, my body consumed by insatiable needs. I wanted, had to have, more and more of this indestructible instrument of selflove.
My flesh became a quivering mass of overstimulated, ravenous desire. I escaped reality and nothing could satisfy me, not even this beautiful creature ravaging my cunt. I had taken it, conquered my fear, repressed any thought of pain, as I willingly stretched and stretched to accommodate this grand intruder. My hips pounded wildly, rakishly gobbled up greater and greater amounts of rampaging rubber.
With Carla's hand on my clit, with my own hands flying to my aching tits, with a giant dildo ravishing my cunt, I let go with an orgasm of monumental proportions. Then screamed and screamed as I came. My body convulsed and contorted around the object of my joy. My crack oozed its overflow. My hands clamped around my tits and squeezed with every ounce of strength remaining in my weakened arms. My legs jerked in spasmodic response to a divine discharge. I rocked and rolled, totally engulfed in sublime rapture.
Carla extracted the dildo with a loud pop, my cunt slapping shut behind it in a wet, gurgling slam. I couldn't move, didn't want to, my body paralyzed. I was in love with the dildo!
"Wow!" Carla said. "And I thought I came good!"
She tossed the dildo aside and lowered her head into my crotch. My sensitive pussy quivered as she licked me dry, a new set of sensations screaming in my ears. My hips rocked and tried to pull away, tried to remove the tingling tickle emanating from my soppy snatch. Carla stayed with me, kept her tongue attached to-my twat. Her licking steered my mind into sheer madness, the sensitivity too much to bear.
"Stop!" I yelled. "Please! I can't stand it!"
Carla pulled away just at the moment I was convinced I would never recover. My body lay limply within the arms of the panda, my back caressed by fuzzy comfort.
"All right," Carla said, standing between my legs," I give him one more chance. But if that fucking director lays into me one more time ... " She turned away without finishing her threat. The supple cheeks of her ass rose and fell as she marched over to her leotard, then bent over to expose her hairy crack, the mound of her pussy keeping her leg slightly separated.
"Ug, Carla dear," I began, struggling to find just the right words," don't you think you should wear something else? Something a little less ... revealing? Maybe?"
"You're right. Get that asshole less interested in my tits. He might even treat me as a person. I doubt it, though."
"It's worth a try," I agreed, pushing myself away from the stuffed animal. I wobbled over to my clothes, my legs still weak, my pussy sore from its tremendous and glorious thumping.
Everyone awaited our return. We were met with knowing, lascivious grins and I felt my face turn several shades of red. But the encounter had been beneficial in more ways than one. Not only had I experienced one of the greatest orgasms in history, Carla sailed through the balance of the rehearsal without incident. My job felt a little more secure at the end of the day.