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A Star

By: MungoParkIII



 

It had been a strange and tempestuous week on the set and it looked like it was going to continue to get stranger and more tempestuous. Of course for me everything seemed strange and since it was my first time on a movie set I really couldn't tell if it was tempestuous or not, at least compared to other movie sets. To me it was just interesting to see as a movie was pulled together.

Of course, the fact that it was a porn movie really made it interesting to me as I sat on the sidelines as the actors had some highly imaginative if not highly unlikely sex. As for me, I was kind of a body double for one of the main actors. This wasn't because of any flattering physical attributes or abilities, it just turned out that I looked a lot like the actor.

When someone approached me about the work I was a bit flattered that someone thought I looked like a porn star, thinking of the massive cocks, six pack stomach and rock hard asses. Later when I learned that this film was a bit different and the actor I was doubling was cast as a fat, slob of a rapist who was single-handedly trying to impregnate the beautiful jet set women of LA and make them have ugly babies. The writer/producer/director of the film actually had some idea of a psychological basis for this rapist's motives.

If the motivation for all this seemed complicated, the filming got even worse because actress for one of the big rape scenes had some clauses in her contract about bondage and humiliation. For her, she had initially balked at even doing anything when she got a look at the lead actor, but her agents finally convinced her that she was a "professional" and that being a "professional" required her to have sex with this guy. Unfortunately, the big scene called for her to be tied up when he raped her, which "professional" or not she balked at.

It wasn't so much the humiliation, she had done far more degrading things in her career, it was being tied up for such long periods of time, especially since the lead actor had to take numerous breaks with the fluffers just to keep it up. That is where the body doubles came in. The female body double was remarkable, able to remain tied and gagged for hours on end allowing the lead actress to step in at opportune times for close up shots of a gagged face, her bound breasts or her pussy.

The lead actor, in light of the lead actress' attitude decided he wasn't going to spend all that time fucking a body double. So what the director finally worked out was a montage of shots with a number of close ups with the lead actor and actress, featuring face shots, penetration shots and cum shots. All other shots were of the body doubles.

Since the director told the cameraman, "Whatever you do don't get his cock in the shot," my job was to move my hips back and forth simulating that I was fucking the body double. Her job was to squirm and jiggle herself amid all the knots and then moan and squeal from beneath the gag. I was originally a bit offended at what the director said about my cock, but as I saw the lead actor during some of the penetration shots I kept my mouth shut.

While we really didn't rehearse an entire scene, we did come in and basically ran through what we were to do. All I was to do, while she writhed, pulling at the ropes and tried to scream through her gag, was to move my hips back and forth, pretending to fuck her. Unfortunately, I had an erection, hell I had an erection since I first walked onto the set, and this erection kept popping up when I didn't need it to.

The crew was able to help me tie it back so it would stay out of the shot, so finally I was ready to come in and pretend to fuck the body double. Although it was a bit intimidating, with all the lights, cameramen, director, sound guys and just about everyone else staring at you, when I looked down at the body double I immediately focused. The way the knots and ropes wrapped around her breasts just accentuated the nipples making them look absolutely huge, and I don't know if the actress was turned on, or whether they just made her look that way, but her pussy was open and very moist.

I slipped in between her legs and I heard the director shout, "Action."

While I began methodically moving my hips back and forth, banging my thighs against hers I could feel my cock pulling against its restraints. I reached forward and ran my hands over her nipples and heard the director say, "Good, very good." I also noticed the actress cringe a bit at the touch.

We had to stop several times as the filming went on as first, one of the sound guys lost control of his microphone and nearly hit the actress on the head and at another time a fly actually landed on one of her nipples. I had quickly tried to brush it away, but apparently it disturbed the shot. When we finally got rolling again, I noticed that the restraint on my cock had worked its way loose and was about to let go. I didn't dare interfere with the shot so when I finally felt it slip free, I turned slightly and was able to keep from messing up the shot.

As I continued with my pretend thrusts, the twisting motion I did to keep my cock out of the shot was beginning to hurt my back. That coupled with the fact that I was getting more and more turned on looking at the actresses nipples, feeling my thighs brush between her legs and seeing the off and on glimpses of her wet pussy I finally decided to do something completely reprehensible.

Instead of turning my back, this time I decided there was a better way to keep my cock out of the camera's view. Turning back straight I pushed my hips forward and then, with a little wiggle of my hips I felt my cock easily slip into her wet pussy. The soft and wet sensation of her slid down my entire shaft.

I could see the actress immediately tense up and she began writhing and trying to scream beneath the gag. She had been doing it before, but now she twisted and turned, tried to kick her legs and shook her head back and forth. Continuing to push my cock in and out of her pussy, I was feeling the waves of pleasure rolling down my cock. All day seeing the sex going on all around had me so turned on that I knew I was going to be quick.

Shoving my cock deep into her she tried to move her hands to free herself, but was too tightly bound. She then began bucking up and down which was fucking great for me as we slammed together with my every thrust. When she began twisting and turning that made it ever better and I was about to come when the director shouted, "Yes, yes this is perfect."

Arching my back I came, spurting my cum deep into her pussy as I noticed her glaring at me. I quickly pulled my cock out and backed away, while the director shouted, "Perfect, perfect, keep it up honey." 

I grabbed my clothes, pulled on my pants and quickly began heading for the door. I was about halfway there when the actress finally got her gag off and I heard her shouting, "He raped me, the son-of-a-bitch raped me."

Still walking quickly toward the exit I heard the director shout, "Yes, this is fantastic, keep it up honey."

"Keep it up, he fucking raped me, didn't you see it? He raped me."

I never found out when she finally convinced them of what happened. Slipping through the door, I headed out to my car, started it up and raced home. For the next three days I sat there waiting for the police to come barging in my door. I just knew I was a goner, there must have been a dozen or more witnesses, I had left her pussy full of my DNA and hell, they basically had it all on film.

Strangely that knock on my door never came, and when I got a small paycheck from the movie company I really got confused. I didn't dare call up there and was afraid to try to get on any other sets, figuring I might run into the body double actress again. I finally got a job at a video store specializing in porn.

It was at the store I first saw the movie. It was released on DVD but response for it had been so good they actually were considering a big screen release in some areas. Curious about it all I rented the movie and took it home to watch. Only then did I figure out what happened.

When the intro of the movie began it announced the discovery of a new and exciting new adult film star, none other than the body double I had raped. I watched the entire film through the finale, which was my scene. Sure enough I saw my hand reach out to her nipple and then watched as the pulled off her gag and screamed that she was raped.

After watching the DVD, I decided to call one of the cameramen I had known before working on the set. He explained how the director was so excited about the realism of what he filmed, he convinced the actress not to get the police involved. He basically fired the lead actress and made the body double the star of the film. She was actually nominated for several awards for her performance in the film.

"Hey," my friend said, "If you ever want to get back into adult films, I think she has been working on a project especially for you?"

"Really, there are no hard feelings?" I asked.

"No she's got some prison film she wants to do. You know the lead actor in our movie?"

"Yeah, that fat slob with the unbelievable cock?"

"Yeah, she's got him lined up to lead. The feature of the film will be the rape scene, just you and him. What do you think?"

Remembering the size of his cock I felt a stinging sensation in my ass. "Ah, yeah you might tell her I'll pass on that one."

"Well, she's getting bigger and bigger in the industry and she really wants to work with you again, you should look her up."

"Ah, okay, I'll think about it," I replied. I sat back down and watched the movie once again. Hey, looking at the credits, I even saw my name pop up. I was a star at last! 

 

A Star is Born



I'd like to tell you folks that I'm the president of a large corporation, but I can't do it without lying to you. I won't do that, because I was raised to always tell the truth. I'm just a gardener from Idaho, it doesn't take a lot of brains, but it's good hard honest work. I don't mind the work so much, but it doesn't pay worth a shit. I've got a job interview today that I hope will change all of that, I don't need a lot, but I'd like to be able to eat at a nice restaurant like McDonalds once in awhile.

***

"So, you say that you want to be a porn star, huh?" That was the question put to me by the short greasy bald headed man, sitting on the other side of the desk I was standing at. He looked an awful lot like Elmer Fudd to tell the truth, but I sure wasn't about to tell him that. He was waiting for an answer as he peered over my porn star job application. He was a giant in the industry, Harry Bagina, he was the man that held my film career in his dirty little palm.

"Well, I'm waiting," he said in an aggravated squeaky voice.

Lowering my voice to the lowest deep bass I could, "Err... Yes Sir Mister Bagina, I'm a man on a mission. I've come here to be your next big star," I told him as confidently as possible.

"Ha, that's pretty funny coming from a four eyed freak with his glasses taped together. Ha, Ha, and you look like you got those clothes out of a Good Will outlet store," Mr. Bagina laughed.

"Well, I've had a little bad luck lately, besides, who wears clothes in a porno movie?" I replied, trying to sound capable.

"Good point kid, what's your hook?" he answered more seriously.

Not understanding his question, I asked intelligently, "What?"

"Your hook, you know, what do you do that is special? What do you got that would make me invest hundreds of dollars to make a film with you in it? Do you do gay? How about anal, have you ever taken it up the ass?"

"Hell no! As a matter of fact I've never had sex, and I don't think that I have a 'hook', as you call it," my voice now back to its normal high pitch.

"Well shit boy, how the hell do you expect to work for me? You gotta give me something to work with, can you juggle while you're pulling your pud? Give me a hint, how about water sports, you ever had a golden shower?" he asked, leaning over his desk with an expectant look.

"I took a shower before I came in for my interview Mister Fu... I mean, Mister Bagina," I told him with a smile.

He sat back in his chair looking exasperated, "NO, NO, NO... a golden shower. Have you ever had anyone piss on you?"

"Not on purpose," I truthfully answered.

"Where in God's creation did you get the idea to become a porn star?" he asked.

"Well Mister Bagina, I was sick a few weeks ago. The man I work for sent me over to this doctor his wife goes to, I was pretty embarrassed at first..."

Harry interrupted, "Why was that kid, haven't you ever been to a doctor before?"

"Oh yeah, lots of times, but there weren't any men around the place he sent me. They were all women, the patients, the nurses, and even the doctor was a woman. I'd never been to a lady doctor before, it made me feel kind of uneasy, if you know what I mean. So anyhow, this real pretty nurse took me in the back, and she put me on a scale to see what I weighed. She was writing every thing down just like all of the other times I'd been to a doctor.

"So after she finished with all of the usual stuff, she led me to a little room that said "exam" on the door. When we got in there she told me to take off all of my clothes, she said the doctor would be in too see me pretty soon. After I was all naked, I stood around for a while. I was still feeling pretty queasy, so I sat down on this funny bed they had in there. I was all covered in paper, and when I lay back, my legs hung over the end. At the angle I was at, this thing wasn't very comfortable, but there were these stirrup things at the bottom to put your feet in. After I got comfortable, I must have dozed of for a while.

"I don't know exactly how long I slept, but when I woke up there were a lot of women in white coats in the room. They were shining this big lamp on my private parts, it was kind of cold laying there naked, and that light put out a lot of heat. It felt pretty good, kind of like the sun shining down on me. When one of them realized that I was awake, they all acted funny, like they were doing something wrong, you know. 

"The one that turned out to be the doctor, she had a hold of my pen... err, cock. The warm lamp and the way she was holding on to me felt pretty darn good, so I closed my eyes and let them look and poke. Heck, I didn't know any better, I thought maybe that's the way lady doctors treat earaches. I do know that I wasn't too worried about my ear right then.

"So there I was, naked as a jaybird, all of them nurses and the doctor had a hand on my boner. Yeah, I was pretty hard right then..." Harry interrupted me there.

"You had five women holding your schlong at one time? Five hands at one time? That's hard to believe."

"Well Mister Bagina, I didn't really count them, but I'd say eight or nine altogether. A couple of them had both hands on it and there were at least two hands holding onto my nutsack. That's when it happened." I said, folding my arms on my chest.

Harry was paying attention so close, he hadn't blinked his eyes for five minutes, "What happened kid? What did they do next?"

"One of the younger ones said, I should be a porn star." I said with a grin.

"What did they do? Did they get naked too? Did you fuck 'em kid? Did you fuck 'em all?" Harry was talking so fast I could barely keep up with him.

"No, I told you I never had sex before. But the doctor did finally get around to sticking this flashlight thing in my bad ear. She gave me some pills, and told me she wanted me to see me in three days, but this time, she told me to come to her house, not the office. Three of the other nurses invited me to their apartment for a party, some kind of gang thing. I couldn't really make out what they said for sure, I had a bad ear you know. The last one had a real scared look in her eyes, kind of like she'd seen a ghost or something."

Harry leaned forward again, "Kid you gotta show me this mighty schmeckle."

"Mighty what?" I asked confused.

"Your shvantz, you know, your cock. Show me your cock!"

I stood up and started to unzip my plaid polyester pants, I let them drop almost to my knees. Mister Bagina's eyes squinted, and his lips curled to a smile, his gold tooth was gleaming from the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window. Harry's finger was trying to find something on his desk, his eyes never moved away from my crotch. He finally found the button on the intercom with his index finger, and pushed the buzzer for his secretary.

"Gloria! Gloria, get in here right now!" he almost yelled into the box.

Though I'd never seen a real live slut, Gloria is pretty close to what I imagined one would look like. She had a lot of blond hair piled high on her head, there was about a quarter inch of makeup covering her entire face. Her boobs were actually big enough for two women, and her ass looked like two huge watermelons covered with a tight spandex skirt.

Gloria strolled into the room filing her fingernails and popping the gum in her mouth. She walked up next to where I was standing, without looking up for her nail job, she adjusted the weight on her hips to one side and said, "What?" Harry was still hunched forward over his desk, fascinated by my exposed privates. Gloria continued buffing until her nail filing suited her. She glanced at Harry, then followed the path that his eyes were fixed on.

"OH... MY... GAWD... Is that thing for real?" she asked, as her gum dropped from her open mouth onto the big toe of her left foot, "That's the biggest fricken lemon reamer I ever saw."

"Yeah Gloria we know, now go do something useful," Harry said with a shooing motion, "Hey kid, what's your name?"

Tired of being called kid, I told him my name, "Dick, Dick Short."

Harry's face contorted to a wince, "Ooh, we gotta change that, that won't work at all. The first name's ok but we can't headline you without a better moniker. Wait a minute! We used to use anagrams in the old days, sit down kid, let me work on it for a minute," Mister Bagina said, as I plunked my ass down in the chair across from his desk.

Gloria couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from my still exposed whanger, and it looked to me like she was sliding closer to me all the time. Harry was busy jotting down combinations of letters, he would lift his pencil, stare at the word for a few seconds, frown and scratch the word out before trying a new arrangement. Gloria had moved to within inches of me now, my Johnson had noticed and was raising his head to stare back at her.

My one eyed trouser snake was swaying like a cobra, Gloria was mesmerized she couldn't have left if she wanted to now. My boner was talking to her, I couldn't hear him, but make no mistake, Gloria was under his spell. I wasn't controlling the action at all, my dick was.

My cock must have told Gloria to come closer, because that's what she did. She first tried to wrap both hands around my peter. She bent in real close and tried to stare him down, when that didn't work, she opened her lips forming a big circle and tried to swallow the head. Harry was still scribbling away, unaware that Gloria was having lunch.

Gloria only managed to get about a third of my Red Delicious sized head into her pie hole, she tried and tried, but she finally gave up and started to give me my first un-self-administered hand job. It was clumsy work at first, as she tried to get both hands in sync. After a couple of minutes she finally fell into a good rhythm, and I was feeling damn good.

Gloria kept spitting on the head for extra lubrication, as she worked her fists up and down my steel shaft. I could tell the moment of truth was fast approaching, as Gloria picked up the pace. Sweat was pouring off of her forehead as she flailed away at my pulsing rod. I was just about there, a few more strokes, I was gonna cum!

Just as the first volley went shooting out of my cannon, Harry's head popped up and he yelled, "I got it!" The explosion of sperm flew towards Harry, and zinged past his left ear. It splattered an unsuspecting spider against the wall behind him, he looked at the white gooey mess as my second burst hit him in his right ear. When Harry twirled to see what had happened, the third shot hit Mister Bagina right between the eyes sending him backwards, ass over teakettle, to the floor. Gloria was taking the smaller remaining blasts to the back of her throat now, and enjoying the hell out of it.

I was pretty well satisfied too, my first hand job was marvelous. Gloria was licking the residue of her hard work off of my mortally wounded soldier, and her attention seemed to be transfusing life back into him. It wasn't dead after all to my great relief, it would live to fight another day.

Harry climbed up off of the floor trying to clear the spunk from his eyes, "Goddamn kid... that's some weapon you got there. You need to watch where you point that thing, you could put somebody's eye out," he said with my pudding hanging from his face.

Gloria started laughing so hard I thought she was going to pee, "HA, HA, that's funny, Dick Short, get it Harry? Dick... Short..." Gloria giggled.

"Yeah you goofy broad, we get it. Hey kid," Harry said, turning his attention to me, "your new name is Rod Shtick, what do think? Pretty clever, huh? All the same letters in your name."

"Sounds ok," I said, not caring one way or the other.

"Hey Gloria, the kid seems to like you. You want to be the co-star in his first movie?" Harry asked.

"OOH NO! You're not stickin' that telephone pole in my baby carriage, I want to have kids someday," she blurted. 

"Ok, ok, I thought I'd ask. Hey... I know, Gloria, get my wife Lotta on the phone. We're going to bring her out of retirement, she's got the biggest pussy in the Valley. I could drive my Mercedes into her box," Elmer sai... I mean, Harry said.

The phone call didn't go very well for Mister Bagina. I don't think his wife wanted to rejoin the work force, "Don't worry kid, once she sees that tuning fork between your legs, she'll get on the right frequency." So we all piled into his car, yeah, Gloria was going along too. She told me she wouldn't miss this show for a bag of peanuts, I didn't have a clue what she meant.

The car ride to Harry's house was pretty cramped, his car was so full of videos Gloria had to sit on my lap. This didn't give me too much room to stretch out, so by the time we finally pulled into Harry's driveway, I was beginning to get kind of attached to Gloria. She was starting to grow on me, and I felt comfortable with her around.

Mrs. Bagina, was not what I was expecting. Next to Harry, she looked like a giant, a giant bimbo that is. Lotta was probably a beautiful woman before the plastic surgeon had stretched her skin tighter than a bongo drum. She looked a lot like one of those cartoon women in Pentboy magazine, the ones with the basketball-sized titties.

Lotta wasn't happy, and she let us all in on it, "Harry, you little fat fuck, there's no goddamn way you're going to get me to fuck this guy. He looks like a Salvation Army draft dodger," Gloria reached around me and dropped my pants to the floor. As Lotta continued her rant, "I wouldn't fuck this guy if he was... Gloria, could you be a sweetie and get me a jar of Vaseline... Oh and if you can, find a tube of K Y..." she broke off, and swayed over to where I was standing.

Mrs. Bagina seemed to change her mind about making a movie with me as soon as she saw my equipment, "Well Harry, let's get to the rehearsal," she cooed.

Gloria brought in a huge tub of Crisco, "This was all I could find," she said, trying to catch her breath.

Everybody but me got busy. Gloria was greasing up my flagpole, she looked up at me with a big smile. Lotta was naked now, and she was doubled over a leather chair with her ass up in the air. Harry had a big kitchen spoon, and was slathering the Crisco all over his wife's cooter. 

About this time I was starting to wonder about this whole porn star thing, not that I couldn't do it, but did I really want to. At my old job as a gardener, I was able to do things the way I wanted to. Harry had been nice to me, but he was clearly running the show. I could see myself being led around by my dick. Did I suddenly get brains? I doubt it, I've never had any before.

Harry had given up on the spoon by now, he was packing it on with his hand. Lotta was yelling at Harry to coat the inside too, so he had his arm inside her all the way to his elbow. Gloria was sure doing a thorough job on my swollen salami, "Make the bitch scream Baby, do her hard, I can't stand that cunt," she whispered.

Gloria led me over to the chair, and lined my locomotive up with Lotta's tunnel. She had the head all sighted up, she quickly ran about ten feet behind me, put her shoulder out, and charged. Gloria hit me square in the ass with all her weight, I lunged forward, only to get about half an inch into Lotta. I was jammed in tight, I couldn't go deeper and I couldn't pull out. I was stuck in the biggest cunt in the Valley.

Harry and Gloria worked for an hour trying to separate us, they tried everything they could think of. Harry was about to call the Fire Department to bring the Jaws of Life, when Gloria came up with an idea.

Gloria rolled up her sleeves, and started to jack me off. After a few minutes, she'd only succeeded in getting me harder. Lotta was screaming, sometimes in agony, sometimes at Harry. Gloria had stripped off her blouse and bra by now, so she could work unrestricted. 

My eyes were glued onto Gloria's jiggling tits as she bopped my baloney. I took the liberty of rubbing her nipples, she smiled. I was getting close to blowing my load, Gloria kept up the pace. I rubbed a little more on her titties, she stood up and kissed me on the mouth.

That's all it took, BAM, my rifle fired with both barrels. Lotta went somersaulting over the chair onto Harry, Gloria and I fell backward to the floor. I was a free man again, Gloria was spent. Lotta was kicking the shit out of Harry, if this was porn, I QUIT!

I helped Gloria to her feet, she was a total mess. Her hair was soaked, and her make up was smeared and had run all the way off her face. I picked her up into my arms, and took her to the bathroom to clean her up. We both got into the shower, it took me nearly an hour to get her washed.

As I dried her with a towel, I saw how beautiful she really was. Without all that paint, she was gorgeous. She kissed me, and I kissed her back. It took about an hour, but Gloria was able to accommodate what Lotta couldn't. Fifteen minutes of in and out, and Gloria was singing an opera for the first time in her life.

I wonder how Gloria will like Idaho? I wonder how they feel about opera in Boise? Were all going to find out, right after the wedding that is. Harry was pretty sad to see us go, but Gloria and I made enough films for him to stay in business for a while. We made enough money to keep us in Big Macs for a long, long time.



A Star Is Born--Naked



My dream was finally coming true, only now it seemed more like a nightmare. 

For years I labored trying to get a break in the theater.  I worked dinner theater, summer stock in godforsaken places, small community theatres and even off-off-off Broadway.  I eked out a living doing the usual waitressing and temp jobs.  Sharing a rat-hole apartment in New York with three other struggling actors, I was the guest at more pity-on-me dinner parties than I could count. My small circle of friends tried to make sure I wouldn't starve. One thing helped me maintain my sanity—my ability to talk with my best friend, Max.

My plight began when my excuse of an agent called about a major role in a real off-Broadway production.  It was a new play by a Tony award-winning playwright.  The producer was a top Hollywood star who, according to him, wanted to assure the world or herself that she was a true talent.  This same woman would be playing the lead.  My agent was sketchy on details, I think his feeble mind stopped working when he heard about the director and producer/star— and that he might actually make some money off me.  He told me to show up at the theater at 10 for an initial read.

I asked him if this was going to be a cattle call.  He laughed and said, "No, sweetie, the part is yours if the read goes well."

I screamed and just about wet my panties.  I was going to be on Broadway—well, Ok, off-Broadway—but still freakin' good.  I was also going to get Equity pay and I might actually be able to buy something to wear and have food in the cupboard. God, if the play had a good run, I might get out of the hellhole I lived in. 

"Slow down," I told myself, "this is only a reading.  You probably will screw it up and not get anything."

I pressed my agent on what the storyline was, but he just mumbled something about a love triangle.  "You'll be great, sweetie.  You'll kill 'em."

I asked how they chose me. 

"Not sure, sweetie," he said and I knew he was puffing on his ever present stinky, cheap cigar.  "The production manager called and said Miss Big Fucking Star wanted you.  Maybe she caught you in one of your summer stock things."

I should have realized that my so-called agent wouldn't have busted his ass trying get me work. I recall reading that the producer/star lived in Connecticut and I did do a couple shows there last summer, so...  

I didn't sleep a wink and the next day was showered and dressed in my best clothes, which I and everyone else knew were crap, and headed to the subway for the ride to mid-town.  Arriving at the theater over an hour ahead of time I splurged my last ten dollars on a latte and a scone at Starbucks. "If I get this role, I can have this every day."

I entered the open lobby door and made my way down to the stage where a small group was casually standing and talking.

As I neared, I saw her, Abbie Evans.  She looked so small and normal.  Next to her was Rice Peters the writer.  He looked like a playwright, with a black turtleneck, black pants, black-rimmed glasses and his trademarked shaved head.  A couple others were there.

Abbie Evans turned and saw me, breaking into her universally recognized smile.

"Chloe, come here and meet your team."

I tried not to trip down the aisle and reached out to accept Abbie's extended hand.  She introduced me to Rice, the director, the stage manager and production manager, all of whose names I immediately forgot. I was still stuck on "Abbie Evans knows my name."

Abbie then looked over my shoulder and smiled again.

"Ah, our leading man arriveth."

I turned to see Joe Quinn, the current star of one of TV's top cop shows, making his way to us.  I felt weak in the knees.  These were all A-listers and I felt like the skunk that wandered into the garden party.  What the hell was I doing here?

Joe shook my hand and Abbie urged us onto the stage.  We sat around a long rectangular table and the stage manager passed out scripts.

"So, Chloe, what do you know about 'The Pose'?"

I should have said something that might cover my total ignorance, but my mind was a blank.  

"Not a frigging thing," I gushed.

They all laughed.

"Ok," Abbie said, "here's the Reader's Digest version.  Joe is major artist.  He's had mega shows at all the top galleries and his work hangs in all the right penthouses in Manhattan, plus some decent museums.  His last show was, however, less than spectacular and the critics were getting their claws out and speculating he may have lost his edge. I am his wife, a bit older, obviously, and long-suffering, of course.  I used to be his muse, but after we married the muse part slipped away and my ability to earn a paycheck as a successful art agent took its place.  When I stopped modeling, he also began his slow spiral. So, he finds an ingénue, the lovely Chloe, who will be his model, his muse and the centerpiece of his new exhibition."

Abbie paused for effect.  She knew how to hold an audience.

"So, I am jealous of you and pissed at Joe.  I come to his atelier and find that you are not some succubus, but an innocent, engaging and beautiful young woman.  I am drawn to you--your personality and your appearance.  Joe, as men are want to do, also has desires on you.  The rest is a tug-of-war to see who will win you, if Joe can complete his work and regain his status, if he and I will reconcile. And, if you will remain the unsullied maiden. All very 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Wolff meets A Star is Born' between Joe and me with a bit of sex to juice things up."

I nodded all through her recitation.  And smiled when she smiled.  In my mind I'm thinking, "Holy Shit, this is a three person play and I'm going to be sharing most of the audience time with two of the biggest stars in the business.  I see my own Obie waiting for me in the wings."

My bubble burst with Abbie's next statement.

"I'm so glad you don't have a problem with the nudity or the love scene.  You're a brave girl."

The Obie just fell off the table and smashed into a million pieces.

"Nudity? Love scene?"  I couldn't even make a sentence.

"You mean your agent didn't tell you?"

I shook my head.

"Oh, Chloe, sorry.  I would have told you differently if I had known.  But, you must know that you play Joe's model and will be totally nude for a good part of your time on stage.  And, you will have a rather explicit love scene at the end of act one."

Now, I am not a prude, well, Ok, I am a bit of a prude. Shit, make that a major prude. But, I recognize that actors sometimes have to make sacrifices for their craft, and to get a role.  I thought about standing naked in front of theater full of people and my insides started to turn to Jell-o.  I imagined my parents in the audience.  Yikes!  I thought about my favorite teacher being there, Sr. Mary Ann, who encouraged my acting and tried to see every play I was in.  Double yikes!  

I nodded slowly, pretending that I was comprehending what I had to do.

"So, you can do this, Chloe?  You can handle the nudity?"

I again nodded, but didn't think it was my most convincing performance.

I said, "Sure."  I giggled and said trying to be as lighthearted as possible, "But, I don't know about the love scene with Joe.  That could be a challenge."

Abbie laughed.  "Oh, don't worry about that.  You don't have a love scene with Joe."

She paused and I looked confused.

Smiling she continued, "You have it with me."

I am not sure if there is really such a thing as a brain meltdown, but I think I had one at that moment.

"And, Chloe, just to ease your mind about being nude, I will be nude, too."

Yep, total meltdown.  I thought I felt my brains oozing out of my ears and fought the temptation to stick my fingers there to prevent them from dripping onto the table.

The rest of the meeting occurred in a blur.  We did a read-through, I think.  Breaking around four we agreed to meet again in the morning for a discussion about the staging and another read-through.  The director asked us to go through the play and make notes and questions.

Abbie walked me out of the theatre.

"Chloe, don't worry, you're going to be great.  I saw you last summer and you've got the chops to carry this off.  I'll be right here with you all the way.  Call me if you want to talk."  She handed me a card with her name and cell phone number.

I thanked her and wandered in the general direction of the subway stop as she stepped into the back of her huge Mercedes with a liveried driver holding the door.

My head was reeling.  I needed to talk to someone.  I had to see Max. I knew by the time I navigated rush hour and got to his place, he'd be home.

Max and I grew up in the same town in New Hampshire.  He's years older than I am, and we had a low-key connection from being in the theater group in high school.  He was a senior when I was a freshman. We both worked at the same ice cream place in the summers.  That's when we hit it off and found we could easily talk with each other.

Now being in the city at the same time, we reconnected and became friends. We still had the ability to just talk.  He really listened, a quality I was finding rare in the guys I met in the city and especially among fellow actors. Most of the actors were totally psychotic and wanted only to talk about themselves, the roles they had, the roles they almost had and mostly about the roles they should have had.

Max was doing pretty well, working for the public radio station as head of fundraising.  He had a small, but decent, apartment on the West side.  The doorman knew me and let me go up to Max's, saying he'd call up to let him know I was on my way.

He answered and welcomed me in.  I rushed past him, flew to his fridge and pulled out a beer.

"I am totally fucked," I announced as I downed half the can.

"Well, nice to see you, too, Chloe."

I smiled and went to give him a hug.

"Sorry, I'm a bit worked up."

"So, I noticed.  Want to share?"

"Share!  God, you need to get out of non-profit and into the real world."

"Oh, acting is the real world? Interesting concept."

"Whatever," I shrugged.  "Yeah, I need to 'Share', but first I need to pee."

I finished my beer and asked if Max would get me another and made my way to his bathroom.  I rushed in and plopped down on the toilet.  As I relieved myself, I looked around and almost shit instead.  On the floor was a girl's bra and panties in a pile, next to a pair of girl's shoes. Now I noticed the bathroom smelled of a recent shower and the scent of a woman.

I finished and bolted out.  Picking up my coat, I headed for the door.

"Hey, what's up?" Max called.  "Where're you going?"

"Max, sorry.  I gotta' go.  I didn't mean to barge in like this.  I shoulda' called.  I hope I didn't mess anything up."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I know you have a girl here.  I saw her things in the bathroom.  Sorry."

Max took my arm and led me back to the kitchen.

"Chloe, I opened a beer for you, and I definitely do not want to waste it.  Besides, we haven't shared yet."

"But the girl..."

"Oh yeah, the girl.  Well, I'd better go get her. I hope she's dressed by now."

I didn't know what to do, so I froze where I was and sipped the beer.

In a minute I heard a scream from Max's room.  "Oh, Oh, this could be trouble," I thought.

The door flew open and out charged a tiny, beautiful blond, wearing a flimsy tank top and bikini panties.  She rushed toward me, screamed and jumped in my arms.

"Sydney, what the hell are you doing here?" I yelled.

Sydney hugged me and then stood.  "Just visiting my big brother and getting a taste of city life."

Syd is four years younger than I. She and I were close friends, despite the gap in our ages.  I met her when Max and I got to know each other.  The three of us hung together for most of our summers. Syd and I enjoyed the same music, movies and a taste for fried clams.

Another thing we had in common was we both looked up to Max.  He was the best big brother in the world for her and for me, well, he was half big brother and half secret love.  I knew he was never interested in me sexually, and just saw me as another little sister.  I didn't care. I carried a big thing for him for a long time.  

Even now as adults, I still had a well-buried crush on him, but had been able to overcome it and forge a really good friendship.

Max fetched beers for Syd and himself and led us into the small and neat living room.  He furnished it in early IKEA, but it was comfortable.  I sat in the oversized arm chair and the other two settled on the leather couch.

He suggested that Syd might want to get dressed.  She looked at him as if he was from Mars.  "Like the three of us never hung out at the lake in our bathing suits.  I've got the good parts covered, so chill, Big Brother."

Laughing, he looked at me and asked, "So, what is the crisis de jour?" 

I knew he was teasing and trying to relax me.  I admit I tend to get over-dramatic.  Actually, that's not a bad quality for an actress.

I told them about getting offered the part in the play and who the main actors were as well as the superstar writer.

They congratulated me and said they knew I was going to make it.

"Wow," exclaimed Max in mock amazement, "I'm going to be able to say I knew you when. Maybe you can take me out to dinner for a change."

"Don't pay attention to the asshole," said Syd.  "This is fantastic.  But, what has you freaked out?  You must know you have the acting ability to be on the stage with those two."

I snorted, choking on my beer.  "I am not so sure.  I mean she is a freakin' two-time Oscar winner and he won an Emmy. The playwright has two Pulitzers. But the real reason I'm in full panic mode is simple."

Max and Syd hung on my next sentence.

"I have to be nude for almost the whole damn play."

Both my friends stared in silence.

Before they could even comment, I added, "And, I have to do a freakin' nude love scene with freakin' Abbie Evans.  A love scene!  Jesus, I am totally flipped on this."

Max and Syd sat in silence for a bit.  

Finally Max softly said, "Wow."

I got up and grabbed another beer.  I didn't think there was enough alcohol in the entire west side to help me relax.

"What am I doing to do?  How can I have my parents come to see me?  Screw that, how can I parade my sorry naked ass around a stage every night in front of hundreds of people?  I have to turn this down."

"Are you out of your mind," asked Syd?

"This is the chance of a lifetime.  So, if you have to shake your booty.  Every critic on the East coast will be flocking to see this play.  They will want to see the fabulous Abbie Evans in the nude and making out with a woman.  You could not get better exposure."

"Exposure seems to be the right word," I said.

Syd and Max tried to reassure me.  I listened but was not convinced. I tried to explain my anxiety.

"Ok, here's the thing.  I am shy.  I mean really shy.  I hated gym class.  I was always the last one out so I didn't have to change in front of the other girls.  I don't have much of a love life. No, let's make that truthful.  I have no love life these days.  My last boyfriend never really saw me nude, I always insisted on the lights off, did the deed and then pulled on a t-shirt.  And, I can't believe I am even talking about my love life in front of you guys."

Max grabbed his chest.  "My god, you're not a virgin?  What is this world coming to?"

I flipped him the bird and continued.

"So, I think you understand that being nude will be a big deal, a really big deal.  And, despite this being the age of blended sexual identities, I have never done anything with a girl.  Hell, I just about understand my own anatomy, let alone finding my way around another woman.  I don't think I'm that good an actor to be realistic in a love scene.  Fuck, a love scene with Abbie Fucking Evans!  I am so not going to be able to do this."

Syd said, "Chloe, you cannot pass this up.  All you need is to rehearse and get used to it."

"How am I going to rehearse, Syd?  I can't ask Abbie for private make-out lessons."

Syd blushed a little and said, "You don't have to ask Abbie."

"Then who," I whined.

"Me," she said in a soft voice.

The silence in the room was deafening.  

"You?" I said.

"Yeah.  Look I am a normal, healthy, well-balanced college girl.  In other words, I've had my share of walking on the other side.  You know, playing for the other team.  Vacationing on the island of Lesbos. Enjoying Sapphic delights.  Getting the picture."

"So, you and I will..."

"Rehearse, Chloe, just rehearse.  I can give you a couple tips and mostly just let you get over your fears. It's no big deal.  We're best pals and it probably will be a lot of laughs."

I thought about it.  It seemed so bizarre thinking about doing anything sexual with Syd.  I mean she is really cute.  She has a trim and fit figure, so it's not like she's repulsive.  But, actually kissing her, touching her, that's plain weird.

"I don't know, Syd."

"Chloe, where else will you get any practice.  This will be the least threatening way to break through."

I looked at Max, who had a bemused expression.  "What do you think?"

He laughed.  "No way are you getting me to weigh in on this.  I am still processing that my sis is into girls."

"Not exclusively, Bro.  I still dig guys a lot.  But, I do like a pretty girl now and then."

He nodded and added, "Well, besides my sister's sexual openness, I am not going to comment on the two of you practice having sex."

He smiled at me, and continued.

"The only thing I'll say, is that if you really want this part, Chloe, then maybe Syd has a point.  You guys can practice, or whatever you want to call it, here during the day."

Syd grinned and asked, "You don't want to watch?"

He stared her down and said, "Behave, Syd."

While Syd and I discussed the logistics of how to move forward, Max ordered out for Chinese.  When the order arrived, we put aside the thoughts of naked bodies, girls kissing girls and total humiliation to enjoy our friendship along with sesame chicken.

The next day at the theater, we did a couple read throughs and found a number of spots where the dialogue didn't seem to work. Rice took the comments well and adjusted some things on the spot and promised us new dialogue for tomorrow.  Abbie started a discussion and then we all agreed that there was a big plot problem toward the end of the first act and the ending was too abrupt.  Rice admitted he struggled with both.  We all tossed ideas around and they even liked one of my suggestions.  Rice said he'd work on the problems.

We broke around 1:30 and had lunch that was brought in.  Afterwards, the production manager said I should meet with wardrobe.

I chuckled to myself thinking this could be the shortest wardrobe session in history.

The wardrobe mistress, Marge, was a Broadway veteran, probably in her 50's.  She acknowledged that there were not a lot of costume changes.  She explained she needed my sizes, including underwear.  I did have to undress on stage in the first act.  She said she needed to get about 10 of everything.  Marge said she would get front closing bras.

"I don't want you fumbling for a couple minutes trying to get your bra off.  I think we'll just go with bikini panties, nothing too sexy like a thong. Actually, I might even go with some granny-panties. I like the contrast between modest undies and your naked body.  Jeans, a cotton pullover and flip-flops will complete the ensemble.  Very easy to deal with.  I'll pick up a bunch of short robes that you will wear at times.  Also, you can put one on during, if you don't mind the pun, 'dress rehearsals' so you don't have to be showing everything all the time."

"Marge, do you think I'm crazy doing this?"




A Star Is Born--Naked



"Honey, I've been doing this most of my life.  I've come to understand nothing in the theater is crazy.  I think the play is powerful.  I listened to the read through and you have one hell of a juicy part.  My advice, forget your tits are hanging out and act the shit out of this role."

Her reassurance made me relax, at least a tad.

We wrapped at three and I was at Max's apartment at three-thirty, knocking on the door.

Syd opened it.  She was wearing a t-shirt of Max's and it appeared nothing else.

I entered and dumped my purse on the kitchen table, opened the fridge and grabbed a beer.

"You're looking a bit casual," I said to Syd.

"Chloe, we very well can't practice being in the nude without being in the nude."

The beer in my stomach almost started coming back up.  "Am I really going to do this?" I thought.

"Syd, I have to admit I am still freaked about this."

"Yeah, I know you are.  But, listen, we can do it.  We are like best friends, almost sisters, actually."

"Great, so now you're adding incest to this ordeal?"

Syd laughed and took a sip of my beer. "You are way too wound up.  Go take a shower and relax.  I'll put one of Max's big denim shirts in the bath.  When you're through, just put that on.  That will be one step.  Then we will just read through the love scene part a bunch of times, Ok."

I nodded and we moved on.  I was letting the hot water soak into my muscles when the bathroom door opened and I heard Syd call out.  

"The shirt is on the back of the door.  Hey, you look great naked, Chloe."  She giggled and slammed the door.

I realized the clear shower curtain probably left little to the imagination.  I finished, dried and pulled on the shirt.  I desperately wanted to pull on my panties, but finally decided against it. I was brushing back my damp air when I noticed the faint, but distinct, scent of Max wafting from his shirt.  The image of me standing naked with his shirt wrapped around me made my thingie tingle.

Syd was reading through the script, sitting on the couch.  She smiled as I approached.  

"This is great stuff, Chloe," she said.  "I think it will be a super hit."

"Well, it's going against the trend of musicals and comedies," I offered.  "Everyone bemoans the lack of serious drama on Broadway, but the crowds turn out for the big productions, special effects and catchy tunes.  If this didn't have Abbie in it, I doubt it would even get a try-out."

"Abbie and the fabulous, beautiful, talented and naked, Chloe, might I add," Syd put in.

"I was loving it up to the naked part," I moaned.

"Well, speaking of which, hon.  You will never get over being afraid of going naked if you are wearing clothes.  So, let's get naked."

She stood and peeled her shirt over her head.  I think I actually gasped.  

Syd is about 5'3".  She has short blond hair, with some henna streaks, giving her a pixie look with a bit of punk thrown in.  The punk also comes from her nose piercing, multiple ear studs and rings, and, to my surprise, her left nipple piercing.  

Her face is cute with a slightly upturned nose and great smile.  She is slight of build, but her breasts are larger than I imagined, not that I really ever imagined them.  They looked about the same size as mine, although she is three inches shorter.  Syd is fair-skinned and her breasts are white, which makes a striking contrast to her dark areolas and nipples, which are about the same shade.  The pierced nipple looked erect and hard.

Syd sported a belly-button ring.  She had narrow hips and thin legs.  I was slightly shocked that her pubic area was clear and smooth.

"Ok, your turn," she said with a wide grin.

I gulped and slowly unbutton the shirt.  With a strength I did not think I had, I let the shirt slip off and drop to the floor.  I mightily resisted covering my parts with my hands.

Syd looked me up and down, pausing at all the strategic spots.

"You're very pretty, Chloe.  The audience will dig you.  Although you might want to clean out Sherwood Forest a bit."

I looked down at my untrimmed and wild blond bush.  I never even considered doing anything with it.  

"Nice tits, by the way.  I like them a lot," said Syd.

I blushed deeply and tried to smile.

"Don't freak out.  I am being objective.  It's not like I'm drooling over them, but they are very, very attractive.  They look to be around the same size as mine, but they have more of an attitude.  They like stand up and call for attention.  And don't like faint, but your nipples are super erect and that is super hot.  You look like this on stage and you could read the fucking phone book and get a standing ovation."

Syd asked me to turn around and I slowly complied.

"Great ass, babe.  Your legs are long, which is what all the guys love.  All in all an awesome package."

I faced her and moved for my shirt.  Syd put her foot on it and shook her head.

"Part of what we are doing is getting you used to going bare-assed.  So, leave the shirt off and let's read the part about your love scene."

I relented and we stood next to each other with the script on the kitchen table and read.  The scene called for Abbie, or Helen in the play, to come upon me alone in Joe's, or his character's, Alex, studio.  I am wearing my robe.  She confronts me about having an affair with Alex.  She attacks me verbally and then rushes me and pulls off my robe.  I stand naked facing her, she has her back to the audience.  We stare at each other for a time and then she moves to me, pulls me toward her and kisses me.  I resist and then slowly respond and we embrace.  She then steps back and starts to strip.  Neither of us has spoken a word since our kiss.  She sheds her clothes, exposing her naked rear to the audience.  We embrace and kiss again.  The stage directions indicate we are to passionately touch each other and go to the couch, where we have sex.

Rice is still working on how to close this scene and end act one.

"Well," said Syd, "not a hell of a lot to go on here.  Let me be explicit for a second.  In the sex on the couch part, what are they expecting?  Is one of you supposed to go down on the other?  God, that would be something.  Shit, I am getting all wet thinking about eating Abbie Evan's goddamn pussy."

"Syd, you are not putting me at ease."

"Sorry, but do you think that's what they're looking for?"

"I don't know.  We never talked details, but I don't think so.  I am supposing it's mostly going to be kissing."

Syd thought about it.  "Kissing, like kissing boobs?"

"Oh God, I don't know," I moaned.

"Well, until we hear differently, let's assume you will kiss each other on the lips, probably run your hands up and down each other, getting a handful of butt, and most likely feel each others' boobs.  If you find out more, we can practice more.  Listen, Chloe, it will be fine.  I know you're acting.  So, let's try it out."

"Now?"  My heart sank below my knees.

"As good a time as any.  Besides we have about an hour before Max plans to be home.  Let's make the most of it."

We faced each other and Syd stepped up to me.  She was shorter than Abbie, but I figured that made no difference.  I was about to kiss my first girl.

She smiled and gently rubbed my upper arms.  I relaxed a tad.

Syd pulled me into her arms and hugged me gently.  I appreciated her gesture.  We had hugged hundreds of times before.  I admit I had never felt her hard nipples press into me on those occasions.

She stepped back and said, "Kiss me."

I closed my eyes and moved my face forward.  I ended up kissing her nose.

We both laughed.

"Close, but not what they're looking for," Syd said.

"Keep your eyes open.  Come on, you can do it."

This time I moved my face toward hers, looking into her eyes.  She tilted her head and I let my lips come to hers.

I was not prepared for the sensation.  Her lips were soft, warm and, I must admit, erotic.  Kissing her was nothing like kissing the guys I had dated.  She broke the kiss, slid her hand to my cheek and then kissed me.  With just a tiny bit more pressure, she pressed her mouth to mine.  She then covered my lips and chin with soft caresses.  I closed my eyes and to my shock began to enjoy the sensation.

Syd stopped and I opened my eyes.

"What's the matter?" I asked.  "I'm not a good kisser, am I?"

"No, it's just you're a little stiff.  Try to loosen up."

"What do you mean?"

"Your neck seems to have a steel rod in it.  Your shoulders are like a wound spring.  Let it go, Chloe.  This is going fine."

I rolled my head, shrugged my shoulders and tried to relax.

Syd came to me and kissed me once more.  Again, the sensation was sweet and enticing.

"Chloe, touch my cheek. Run your fingers through my hair.  Do something besides stand there like a freaking statue."

She kissed me and I slipped my hand onto her cheek.  She put her hand behind my neck.  All the while, she was placing soft kisses on my lips.  I put my other hand behind her head and ran my fingers through her short-cropped hair.

I kissed her back and felt her take in breath.  She slipped her hand around my waist and pulled me tight against her.  I felt our breasts press into each other and our thighs touch.  She kissed me and I kissed back more urgently.  She next kissed my cheek and neck, pulling me tight to her.  She returned to my mouth and I willingly, no eagerly, accepted her lips to mine.  We kissed for several minutes.

Syd let go of me and we parted.  I was breathing hard.

Syd smiled and took my hand.

"Chloe, that was much better.  I almost felt for a second you were enjoying it.  Remember the audience has to believe you are really, really enjoying it."

"Thanks, Syd.  I have to admit I did relax more.  It's just I am such a klutz at sex.  Really, I know I suck at it.  Figuratively speaking, that is."

We both laughed and used the moment to get a couple beers.  For a brief second, I forgot I was naked.

"Chloe, you are overplaying your lack of sexuality.  You are extremely sexual, bordering on hot.  You are beautiful, have a knock-out bod, and move like a dancer.  Just let all of this natural allure carry you.  They will love you."

We finished our beers and practiced kissing some more.  After that session, I was aggressively, well, mildly aggressively, kissing Syd.  After our last embrace, she stood back.

"Whoa.  Chloe that was hot.  You could turn me on like that."

"Right," I laughed.

Just then we heard the lock turning.  We both screamed and scrambled for our meager clothing.  Syd shouted out to wait, "one freaking minute" and we dashed into Max's bedroom.  

We looked at each other and fell on his bed laughing our asses off. Syd dressed and got my clothes from the bathroom.  When we both were decent, we headed to the living room.

"Well, I guess you two were, what's the term, method acting."

"Don't be such a dweeb, big brother.  We were making out like crazy," said Syd.

The look on Max's face was worth the embarrassment I felt.

He took us out for sushi and I left for my rat-hole after dinner.

The next day at the theater, Rice passed out new pages for the end of act one.  We went through them, making notes and comments.

As we broke for lunch, Abbie pulled me aside.

"So, how's it going, Chloe?" she asked.

"Fine for me.  I should ask you, how am I doing?"

I knew that no one had actually confirmed that I had the role.

"You're doing great, Chloe," she said, flashing her million, or multi-million dollar smile.  "Everyone loves your reading, your ideas, your enthusiasm.  The part is yours if you want it."

Instinctively I hugged her and shouted, "Yes. Thank you."

Abbie laughed and said, "The only concern we have is how you will do with the nudity and our love scene."

I nodded and told her I was confident I could do both.  I confided that I was working on them.

"Really?  How so."

I explained about my friend Syd.  She nodded and agreed it was one way to prepare.

She suggested we take a little walk outside.  The afternoon was bright and we strolled down the street.

"Chloe, I remember the first time I had to do a nude scene.  I was younger than you, eighteen actually.  Since I had been a child actor and grew up on screen, I knew it would be a shock to many that I was now a woman and would be doing adult parts, including nudity.  We rehearsed the scene clothed and then the day came to shoot it.  Mind you it was, and I've clocked it over and over again, thirty-three seconds long, but it took over a day to shoot it.

"My co-star was older, you know Billy Gormley.  He had really bad breath." We both giggled at that admission.

The scene called for me to seduce him.

He is in bed and I come into his room, strip and climb in with him.  We kiss, he plays with my boobs and the camera pans away to let imaginations take over.

So, Billy's in bed.  He is wearing shorts since he will be shot from the waist up.  I am dressed in a blouse, short skirt and underwear."

We stopped waiting for the cross light.  Abbie asked me if I'd ever been on a movie set. I answered no.

"Well, there are like dozens of people around.  The director cleared everyone not involved in the shot, like the craft people, caterers, hangers-on, personal assistants, and on and on.  Nevertheless, there are the lighting people, sound people, assistant directors, the co-producer, wardrobe, make-up, hell, a lot of people.

"So, we're ready for my big scene.  As you can guess, we have to shoot multiple takes and multiple angles and then hope we have it right for the editor to make sense of it.  I go in say my lines and start stripping.  I do the whole thing, buck naked, with the camera shooting me from behind.  I have to do the strip ten times from that angle.  In between takes, make-up is dusting my ass to remove a glare, the focus-puller is putting a tape on my ass to measure the distance from the lens.  And, I'm standing there nude.  Then, we change angles and I strip facing the camera.  I have to admit I thought I would throw up.  But I did it.  Again, multiple takes and multiple dusting my boobs with make-up, adjusting my hair, etc.  

Abbie slipped her arm through mine and leaned in to talk softly.

"Here I was, the golden child of cinema.  Winner of an Academy Award at fourteen, darling of the big screen, standing nude in front of a bunch of people I hardly knew.  A little secret, I was still a virgin and had virtually no experience with men or sex.  I think one person, outside my mother and doctor, had ever seen me without clothes.  Yeah, I was weirded out."

Abbie explained that they have something like a modesty shield that they can put over your most private parts.  

"They tried one with me, but I had to make a move to get into bed and it kept showing.  The director asked if I minded if they could get rid of it.  So, I had to show my sweet, innocent pussy to the mob.  

"Anyway, we do the strip scene from the front.  Then we shoot the part of me getting in the bed a dozen times.  It's was like, 'Abbie, don't pull the covers down so far, we can see his underwear and he's supposed to be naked.' Or, 'Abbie, turn your butt more toward the camera.'  'Abbie, don't spread your legs, what we can see will get us an NC-17.' God, Chloe, it was stressful and humiliating.

"By the end of the first day, I hadn't even gotten into the damn bed. I was drained physically and emotionally.  I had convinced myself that I was making the biggest mistake of my life."

Abbie pulled me into a small Italian bakery and bought a couple pastries and two cappuccinos.  We sat at a small round table in the window.

"So, the next day we pick up where I'm now in bed with Billy.  I could wear panties, since just my top was going to show.  The director had gone over the scene with us dozens of times, blocking every move.  It was, "Abbie, kiss Billy like this."  "Billy, rub your hand up and down her back."  Abbie, roll over on your back and Billy you kiss her breast.  Lick her nipple and then cover it with your hand."

Abbie finished her pastry and wiped the crumbs from her lips.  She smiled recollecting that scene.

"Chloe, that was the first guy who ever kissed my boob.  Strange, no?  Anyway, we run through the scene and the first thing I notice is how bad his breath is.  I mean I wanted to pull away and retch.  But, we are paid to act, so act I did.  We shot that kissing part so many times from so many angles, that I thought I would never get the smell off me.  We did the playing with the boob thing.  And finally, I get on top of him, he kisses my boob once more and I start moving like we are having sex, after the director told me what to do. I had no clue how to make people believe we were having sex. The camera pans down our bodies and the scene is over."

Abbie ran her fingers through her luxurious ginger hair and smiled at me.

"The really worst part, Chloe, was dear old Billy had a monster hard-on.  I mean it was huge and I had to rub up against it.  God, that was so difficult.  He loved every goddamn minute of it.  He even had the balls to ask for extra takes because he didn't think he was looking in the right direction.  A major fucking pig, excuse my French."

She reached across the table and took my hand.  Looking me directly in the eye, she said, "So, was it worth it?"

After a short pause, she continued, "Well, I did get a nomination for my role.  Did manage to get a few more films, another Oscar, and now I produce and direct.  So, yeah, I think it helped me prove I was more than that adorable child star.  I was grown up and I was a force. I did a couple more nude roles. It never gets easy, but it does get easier."

She squeezed my hand and I returned the gesture.

"Thanks, Abbie.  I still have a bunch of butterflies every time I think of it, but you have helped me enormously."

We stood and left the bakery.  On the street, Abbie pulled me to her and kissed my cheek.  "You will be great, Chloe.  And, I will do everything I can to help you through this."

Back at Max's that afternoon, Syd had us undress in front of each other.  Her reasoning was that I had to do it on stage, so get used to it.  I relayed about what Abbie told me earlier.  She said maybe we should take her up on her offer.

"What are you talking about?" 

"Maybe you two should rehearse before you have to do it in front of the crew."

"Right," I laughed sarcastically, "why don't I call her up and say, 'Abbie, how about we get together, get naked and have sex.  Sound like a good idea?'  I think not, Syd."

"Just a suggestion," Syd replied.  "So, I guess you'll have to do it with me.  I think today we should work on tits."

We did.  She instructed me how to rub her boobs and not look like I was afraid my hand would fall off.  She demonstrated by fondling mine.  As with our kisses, I first was scared, but soon began to enjoy the sensations. I was shocking myself to find dampness seeping between my legs.

"Chloe, you really have fantastic tits," said Syd.  She was running her hands over my breasts and teasing my nipples, which were now rock hard. She leaned in and kissed me as she tantalizing pinched my nipples.  I moaned and kissed back.

We broke looking at each other.

"Is this what you do with the women you're with," I asked?

"Usually," Syd replied brushing the backs of her fingers over my super-sensitized nipples.  "And, a lot more."

She smiled and turned to go and get us beers.

"Like what," I said to her naked back.

She came to me carrying the beers and guided me to the couch. She set the beers on the coffee table and shifted her body to face me.

"Like this," she whispered.

Syd bent and took a nipple between her lips.  Holding my breast with one hand, she licked it until it was stiff and dark.  She then sucked it into her mouth, eliciting a guttural sound from me.  She sucked and licked and squeezed.  Finally, she had most of my breast in her mouth.




A Star Is Born--Naked



I was in a semi-daze, but found the strength to ease her off me.

"That, would be one thing I do with another woman," she said.

"Holy cow," was all I could say.

We sat on the couch, silently sipping beers.

"Syd, what's it like to kiss a girl down there?"

Syd laughed and asked, "Are you asking out of curiosity or asking if I will do that to you?"

"Curiosity," I murmured, but inwardly wondering if that were the truth.

"Well, has a guy ever kissed you there?" she asked.

"Once, but it didn't feel that good."

"Probably didn't know jack shit about pussies," she said.

"Well, it really is a powerful feeling," Syd continued.  "Done right, you can make a women beg for relief and have ultimate control over her. I love that part and I also love the sensation.  A woman's most intimate and secret part opening before you is intoxicating.  Putting your second most intimate organ, your tongue, on her is mind-blowing.  The scent, the taste, the moisture and the heat blend together to create the most erotic combination possible.  I love it, Chloe.  And, I love when a talented woman or man does it to me."

"Do you think Abbie and I will have to do that?"

"Can't say, Chloe, but I kinda' doubt it.  It's one thing for you two to be naked, to kiss and even play with each other's tits.  But, I still think straight America gets freaked out if they think that the two women are eating each other.  Kissing and tits are fine, but the other is crossing some unwritten line."

I nodded and surprised myself by almost regretting that I wouldn't be doing what Syd just described.  

The next couple days of rehearsal went well. Rice kept doctoring the script and we all felt much more comfortable with it.  We still did not resolve the ending.

I had a couple wardrobe fittings with Marge.  She had me take my top off and inspect how the bras fit.  I was a little shy, but tried not to show it.  She cupped my boobs in the bra and felt all around.  

"I think I'm going to try just a size bigger," she announced.  "These fit you, but they squish your boobs too much.  And, you end up with really deep lines.  You have very nice boobs and we want them looking as good as possible.  Now, slip off your bottoms and try on these panties."

I couldn't believe she asked that, but again I complied.  I pulled off my jeans and bikini briefs.  She looked at me and shook her head.

"Chloe, seriously, you have to trim that mess.  God, have you never done anything with it."

I shook my head.

"I discussed it with our fearless director..."

"You talked about my pubic hair with him?"

"Not exactly, I asked him what he was looking for.  You know, bald as an eagle or something else."

My mouth hung open in wonder.

"He said bald would be too much.  People might be too shocked by it and it would not show up under the lights.  He suggested a nice landing strip.  It will certainly affirm that you are a real blond.  Believe me, honey, they all wonder about it.  I can give you the name of a cosmetician who can help, or you can do it yourself or have a friend lend a hand."

I said I thought I knew someone who could assist.

That afternoon I broke the news to Syd.

"Cool, I love grooming pussies," she cooed with mock enthusiasm.

"Seriously, Syd, if it's too gross, let me know."

"Nah, nothing to it.  My last girlfriend and I did it all the time."

Sitting on a towel on the couch, I spread my legs, the first time I was ever so exposed before a woman. Syd snipped away at my tangle and then used a disposable razor to clean up and make nice straight lines on each side and the top.

Wiping the excess cream away with a towel she looked up and said, "Want to find out what it's like to have it licked by a girl?"

I felt a rush of blood surge to the area in question, and experienced a blossoming dampness.  I stroked Syd's hair as her face hovered mere inches from my wide open sex.

Before I could say anything, Syd leaned in and kissed my pussy.  She put her lips on my sex lips and gently ran her tongue up and down my slit, ending with a tongue lashing of my clit. I was shocked and turned on more than I ever had been in my life.

She next softly placed her fingers on my damp slit and held them there for a few seconds, before sliding one finger inside me.  I jerked with surprise and took her wrist to guide her finger back out.  

Sighing, pulled her hand away, cleaned me up and we practiced lines and the make-out session for a while.  This time I took her breasts in my mouth for the first time.  I marveled at the feel of her nipple between my lips and the texture of it against my tongue.  I think I was doing something right because of the reactions from Syd.

"Shit, Chloe, you are turning me on.  Anytime you want to stop play-acting let me know.  Damn, I need a cold shower."

She trotted off and I slipped my hand between my legs, sampling the wetness and rubbing my clit.  "God, I am so turned on.  What is going on?"  I forced my hand away and went into Max's room to dress.

The next week at the theater we spent on run throughs and blocking.  We were still reading our lines and the director would position us here and there until he felt it worked.

He would call out directions like, "Chloe gets undressed now, facing down stage."  

Thankfully, I was able to do all this clothed.

We got to the part where Abbie and I have our big scene.  The director called out and now Abbie and Chloe kiss, make-out, get naked and have sex, yada, yada, yada.

Again, thank God it was just yada, yada, yada.

At the end of the week, the director said that next week we will work on the love scene and block it out.  He said Joe was going to be out on a location shoot for his TV show, anyway.

Rice said he had redone the ending.  Instead of Joe's character just watching me and Abbie lying on the couch together and then turning away to leave.  Abbie and I get up, undress Joe and take him to the couch to be with both of us. The three of us start to make love.  The stage goes black.  The audience will think that we three will stay together, but still wonder if Abbie will eventually mess everything up.

As the rehearsal was breaking up, I asked if I could speak with Abbie.

"Abbie, I don't know how to ask you something," I stammered.

"Honey, just ask me," she smiled and patted my arm.

"Well, how will we, you know, well, how far do we have to go in our scene?  I guess we'll be kissing or something, but like do we, uh, touch or what?"

Abbie smiled again.  "I'm not sure.  We've sort of talked about it, but I think we will work some of that out next week.  I can say for sure that we will both be naked, will kiss and will probably touch each other.  Will we kiss other parts than lips or where we will touch each other, let's just say we'll work it out together.  Chloe, you will do fine.  I am so impressed with your interpretation.  Everyone is raving about you."

I blushed and thanked her.

I filled in Syd that night.

"Well, that sounds cool, Chloe.  She seems so supportive."

"She is," I replied.

Syd looked away and then back at me, "Chloe, I've been thinking about our rehearsals.  There's a problem."

"What?  I thought we were doing great."

"That's just it.  You and I are doing great.  You seem really relaxed being naked around me and you have totally loosened up with the sex part."

I blushed remembering her mouth on my pussy.  I pushed that thought away and said, "So, the problem is..." 

"So, the problem is you and I are cool.  Chloe, you will be naked in front of the whole crew whom you've come to know and then in front of thousands of other people.  I think we need to prepare you for that."

"How? What are you talking about?"

Syd put her arms around my neck and touched her forehead to mine.  "I mean we need to have an audience for you to rehearse in front of."

"You're shitting me."

"No.  Think about it.  How long did it take you to relax with just me?  Do you really think you can go from here to doing it in front of all those others and not flip out?  I say get it over with now."

I hoped I was not hearing Syd correctly.  But, in the back of my mind there was a growing thought that she was right.  I had become almost comfortable walking around nude in Max's apartment.  But, would that comfort transfer to the stage?  My insides were turning jell-o again.

"What do you suggest," I asked?

"Simple, you have three roommates and I have Max.  We invite them over for a run through.  I'll play Abbie's part."

"You want me to get naked in front of my roommates.  Fuck that, you want me to get naked in front of Max.  No way."

"Hey, rockhead, do you think that your roommates or Max are not going to see the show?  Duh, like they wouldn't miss it for the world.  Not because you'll be nude, but because they love you and support you. And, okay, because you and Abbie will be nude. But, anyway, do it now, Chloe, believe me it's the right thing."

"But, Max.  He's like my, well, my brother.  And, well, I just couldn't."

Syd laughed and pulled me tight for a hug.  "Chloe, it's ok.  I know you've had a crush on Max.  God, it's so obvious.  But, you gotta' do this."

"You know I had a crush?"

"You may be a fabulous actor, Chloe, but you suck at hiding your true emotions."

I broke free from her and sank into the couch.  What a jerk I am.  I couldn't believe I was that obvious.

"Does Max know that I..."

"I think he suspected you did a while ago.  But, now I think you and he are just best buds.  He loves you, Chloe, he really does.  But, it's sort of how he loves me."

"Ah, fuck," was all I could muster.

That night in my smelly mattress on the floor in my dark, shared room, I thought about what Syd suggested.  Logically it made sense.  Emotionally it made my insides turn to liquid.

In the morning, before I headed out to the theater, I asked my roomies if they were willing to be my mock audience.  I think they all reacted the same way—wanting to help, but not wanting to be appear to be too anxious to see me nude.

I have two guys and one girl as roomies.  I know Annie was gay or at least bi-.  She made some casual passes at me when we first started sharing the room, but I politely let her know I was not interested.  She usually never wore clothes in our room and even sometimes where the guys could see her.  I wasn't sure if she were trying to entice me. As for the guys, they were normal horny young men and I'm sure had mentally undressed me more than once.

They agreed to come over to Max's that evening.  I then called Syd and broke the news.  She squealed with delight and said she'd break the news to Max.

"Shit," I thought, "What have I got myself into now?"

That day I was distracted with the anticipation of the evening.  I missed a couple cues and the director chewed my ass off. At the end of our run-through, Abbie pulled me aside and asked what was up.

I tried to brush her off, but she was too perceptive. I told her about performing in front of people, including my best friend, Max.

"Chloe, I think you're being both brave and smart.  I was a little worried how it might be when we get to, shall I say, "dress" rehearsals.  This way you might work out some of the butterflies. Good idea."

Her little pep talk helped take some of the edge off and I impulsively hugged her 

She responded and hugged back, patting my back reassuringly.

She then whispered in my ear, "Let me know how it goes and maybe you and I should do our own run through before next week. As a matter of fact, I think there is no way around it."

I was not sure I just heard one of the biggest stars in Hollywood offer to do a practice nude scene with me.  God, this thing is getting way too weird.

I made my way to Max's in a fog.  I could not even remember getting on or off the subway.  Syd greeted me with a hug.  She said my roomies called and said they would be there around 6 and would bring pizza.  Max would pick up the beer and be here around the same time.

"Pizza and beer?" I said.  "This is not a freaking football game."

Syd smiled and said, "No, it's going to be more like nude wrestling."

"Shit," was all I could respond.

Syd suggested I dress in a robe similar to what I would wear on stage and she would wear a skirt and blouse.  We had done the scene so many times, that we both knew our lines.

Max and my roomies arrived and started in on the beer and pizza.  Syd and I had pushed the furniture back in the living room to give us some space.  We set up a chair for a prop.

Syd and I got ready in Max's bedroom and with a high five entered the living room.

The mini-audience broke into applause.  I was grateful for the noise because it probably masked the sound of my knees knocking together.  I was overcome with stage fright at the thought of stripping before these people I knew so well.

Syd saved the day by plunging right into the dialogue.  The verbal cues brought me around and I began playing my role.  It was soon the moment that Abbie attacks me and rips off my robe.

Syd moved so quickly I was knocked off balance.  She grabbed the belt of my robe and pulled it.  The robe opened and I was exposed to Max and my roomies.  They were totally silent.

Syd slid the robe off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. For the first time in my life I was standing naked in front of more than one person.  My biggest surprise was that I was not throwing up.  My second biggest surprise was how hard my nipples were.  I wondered if my audience noticed.

Syd crossed and pulled me to her arms.  She kissed me and ran her hand down my back, cupping my ass.  I kissed back and wound my arms around her.

Breaking our embrace, Syd quickly stripped.  We then held each other and kissed passionately.  Our hands found each other's breasts and Syd pushed me back onto the chair, knelt in front of me, and kissed my breasts.  I moaned, not really acting, and finally pulled her face to mine for a long kiss.  This was the end of act one and we broke apart, with Syd sitting back on her heels.

The silence surrounded us.  Syd and I looked at each other and smiled.  The four people watching us started clapping and then shouted their approval.  Syd and I stood, clasped hands and took a deep bow.  I did not even have the faintest urge to cover my naked parts.  We kissed and still holding hands sauntered back to Max's room.  Inside, we squealed and hugged.

Syd told me to stay and still naked ran back into the living room to retrieve our clothes.  I pulled on the robe and Syd put on her panties and bra and we joined the adoring crowd in the living room.

All four said it was a great performance.  Annie said she totally believed we were getting it on.  "Too fuckin' hot," was how she put it.

The guys were a little more reserved by agreed it was sexy.  They both admitted to getting excited.

Syd asked if that meant boners?

I turned crimson at her bluntness.  Dave laughed and said "Oh yeah!"

Zack shyly nodded in agreement.

We broke into laughter and then finished the pizza and beer.  My roomies left to go to a party down in the village and Syd and I got dressed.

Syd, Max and I sat together on the couch.  The silence got a little heavy.  Syd broke it by asking, "Max, did you get excited?"

I was so taken aback I could hardly breath. 

Was Max going to be completely offended?  Would he think Syd and I are tramps?  Would he never want to speak to me again?

"Ladies, I was hard as a rock. There will not be a straight guy in the audience who is not turned on."

"Or, a gay gal," added Syd. "And those two categories cover most of Manhattan."

We laughed, breaking the ice.

We chatted for a bit longer and I then headed home.

The next day Abbie asked how it went and I gave her a big thumbs up.

The director had to cut rehearsal short due to some problems with the theater that needed to be addressed.

Abbie asked if I had plans for the afternoon.  I was free and she invited me to join her at her spa.

"Chloe, let me treat you to a first class session.  It will make you feel great and give us some time to talk."

We took her car and the driver expertly wove in and out of traffic until he pulled up in front of a brownstone.  Abbie led us into the lobby which was subtly decorated.  The receptionist warmly greeted Abbie and welcomed me.

She used the phone and in a minute a tall black woman emerged from a door.  She was dressed in a light blue outfit in a soft material that accented her striking figure.

She led us back into a changing area with individual cubicles.  Abbie said we should get undressed and wrap a towel around and put the robe the spa provided on top of the towel.

I followed her instructions trying to imagine what lie ahead.

Abbie knocked and asked if I was ready.  I joined her in the common space.  The black woman, whose name I learned is Jamie, lead us to a room that contained two comfortable chairs.  After we were seated, two women came in and began to do a facial, while another started on a mani-pedi.  An hour later, Jamie returned and brought us to a massage room with two tables.  She was joined by another woman, a blond with a Swedish accent.  Jamie asked us to remove our robes and lie facedown on a table.  The blond moved to Abbie and Jamie stood next to me.

"Can you loosen your towel, Chloe?"

I reached underneath and undid the soft terry and Jamie adjusted it so it draped over my body.

With warm oil and strong fingers she began to work my legs.  She folded the towel up so my legs were exposed.  She kneaded and rubbed away some aches and a lot of tension.  I turned my head and looked over to Abbie's table.  The blond was on the far side also working on her legs.  The difference was Abbie's towel was gone.  I gasped looking at her small, taut butt and her naked back.

She opened her eyes and just smiled at me. The blond moved her hands to Abbie's butt and began massaging it deeply.

Jamie finished my legs and softly asked if she could work on my derriere.  I nodded and Jamie slid the towel off me.  Abbie let her eyes move over my naked back and smiled encouragingly.

Jamie moved between the tables and obscured my view of Abbie.  She had me turn on my back. Abbie's masseuse told her to do the same.  I imagined how it must look having the both of us totally exposed to these women working on our bodies.

Soon, Jamie erased all thought from my mind save the pleasure of tension melting away.  When she had finished working every square inch of my body, she covered me with the towel.  The two masseuses left the room.

"So, good?" asked Abbie.

"Fab," I replied.

"Let's go for the final step," said Abbie as she sat up and fixed her towel around her.

I did the same and followed her out and down a corridor to a wooden door.  She opened it and we stepped into a sauna.  The dry heat immediately opened my pores and the sweat started rolling.

Abbie faced me and said, "Chloe, we have to get naked with each other at some point.  I figured this would seem more natural than doing it on stage."

Smiling broadly, she undid her towel and dropped it to the floor.

I did the same and we regarded each other.  Abbie was glistening with perspiration and her body shone.  Her breasts were smaller than mine, but were firm and tight.  She had a narrow waist, wide hips and a closely trimmed auburn patch between her legs.  She grinned and spun around so I could see her dimpled cheeks, almost boy-like in appearance.

She looked me over and I provided a view of my backside.

"You are quite beautiful, Chloe," she said and held her hand out for mine.  I took it and felt her reassurance flowing from her firm grip.  

"Give me a hug," she said softly.

I stepped forward and for the second time in my life embraced a naked woman.  Our breast mashed together, our thighs touched and we lay our heads together, feeling the moisture on our cheeks and temples.




A Star Is Born--Naked



Abbie ran her hands up and down my back, brushing my butt and finally encircling my waist, pulling me tight.

I wondered if this were a rehearsal or if she were putting a move on me.  I had heard all the rumors about Abbie being in the closet.

She loosened her grip, kissed my cheek and stood back. 

"Let's sit here a while and enjoy the heat," she said as she stooped to retrieve both of our towels.

We each took a bench facing each other with our towels under our butts and our backs resting against a wall.

"Chloe, do you think I'm hitting on you?"

I panicked thinking that my expression must have betrayed my thoughts.

I stumbled for an answer.

"It's Ok. Let me give you the quick back story of Abbie Evans and then you can decide."

I began to protest, but she cut me off.

"Chloe, I know all about the rumors, the gossip the celebrity websites.  I know people think I am a raging lesbo trying desperately to remain in the closet.  Just let the heat relax you and listen for a bit."

I nodded.

"You know my story, at least the part the publicists push.  Child star at eleven, workaholic, producer, Hollywood legend, blah, blah, blah.  Yeah, a lot of it is true, but it's far from the complete picture.

"After my big hit when I was just a kid, my parents tried their best to protect me.  They had taken control of my earnings, hired a business manager, gotten a respectable agent and worked hard to let me be a kid.  And, for the most part it worked out.  I got other great roles.  My business manager was a wiz who invested my money well.  My parents were supportive but not pushy stage parents.  They let my agent do all the negotiating.  My mom would come on set with me to be sure I was not overworked and got my school assignments done.

"I made three major pictures before I was eighteen.  I wanted to go to college and was accepted at Stanford.  I only acted during the summer and made it through college mostly unscarred.  Did the usual stupid college kids stuff, but managed not to get arrested or to land on the front pages.

"And, yes, I experimented a bit with drugs and drinking.  Being an Academy Award winner, I figured the rules did not apply to me.  I got wasted a few too many times, but, again, never ended up in a scandal.

"In senior year, I got an apartment off campus with a couple other kids.  The movie where I did my first nude role had been out for over a year and now I was feeling quite grown up.  I told you I was a virgin for that movie, but now I had my aim on fixing that.

"My first lover was a guy I met in Creative Writing class.  He was totally fucked up, but I saw him as romantic.  We did it in my apartment on a Wednesday afternoon.  He was not particularly good, as I later realized.  We did it a couple more times until I found out he was writing about it and intending to try to sell a screen play about our little affair.  So, lesson learned about people wanting to fuck stars.

"I was totally bummed on guys and next hooked up with my roommate.  She was already out and when I opened the door a crack, she rushed in.  Sex was good, better than my writer pal.  I enjoyed being on the wild side of things.  She also loved drugs and drinking hard.  Many a night we ended up wasted and having sex in all kinds of weird and public places.  I knew I was tempting fate, but I was telling myself I needed to be my own person.  Whatever the hell that meant.

"Her brother came for a visit and the next thing I know he and I are screwing our brains out.  Katie, my roomie, didn't mind since she was fuckin' our other roomie.  She thought it was cool that I was doing both her and her brother.  When her brother went home, Katie sort of maneuvered me into a three way with our other roomie, Allie.  So, sex and drugs were taking over a good part of my life.

"All that changed when Katie got busted for trying to sell coke to an undercover narc.  She dropped out and skipped bail.  I got scared and dumped the apartment and moved into a hotel for the last couple months of college.  After graduation, I came to New York to start acting full time.  I wanted to get out of Hollywood.

"I had a great loft in SoHo.  Soon, I was making new friends and slipping back into old habits.  Coke was flowing like snow flakes and I had lots of people eager to hang out with me.  I had a bunch of flings with both guys and girls.  I was quite the metro-sexual living the good life in NYC.

"Then, one morning I woke up in my loft.  I was naked and in bed with a guy I did not know and a girl who was a barista down the block.  My mouth tasted like sex and my lips were cracked at the corners.  Both my pussy and ass felt like the Russian army had been there.  I stumbled out of bed to find two other guys on the floor in my bedroom.  One guy had the biggest prick I had ever seen and I wondered if that was the cause of my sore mouth, pussy or ass.  There was also another girl, someone I had never seen before, and she was passed out, but still wearing a huge strap on.  I could not see one condom around any of the guys.

"I freaked.  I didn't know how many of those people I fucked and if they had any diseases. I called my agent to come get me.  He arrived to find all the others still passed out and me, naked, curled into a ball in the living room.  He stuffed a bag with a few clothes, made me pull on something to wear and took me to his co-op.

"I stayed in his guest room for days.  He had a doctor come to check me out.  I obviously had a lot of regular and anal sex.  I could not say if I was raped or did it willingly.  I couldn't remember a thing.  I was detoxing and the doctor strongly suggested I check into a facility.  My agent found one in Vermont that was ultra-private.  I stayed there for two months and got myself straight.  I also was tested for all the scary diseases and thank God came up clean.

"Chloe, I was scared shitless and vowed never to be out of control again.  I had my agent dump the loft, get rid of all the furniture, clothing, everything.  I wanted no part of that life to touch me again.

"I moved to Connecticut and got serious about my career.  I don't do any drugs and am only a social drinker.  I am driven to excel and think I have done well with my movies and other projects.  I am excited about this play.

"Chloe, my sex life is still very private.  I know you aren't asking, but I want you to know.  I did have a long term relationship with another woman.  She was soft, introspective, kind and thoughtful.  She offset my worst qualities and brought out my best.  We parted ways two years ago for lots of reasons.  Who can say why couples break up?  Part of it was her, part was me.  Anyway, I miss her, but have moved on.  Today, I would say I am not interested in another relationship with a woman.  I've had two men lovers since then.  I enjoy being with a man and think that if I found the right one, I could settle down, marry and have a family.

"So, Chloe, when you and I are having our love scene, it will be acting.  I just wanted you to know."

I felt the tears welling in my eyes.  Abbie had just ripped open her heart and soul to me.  She did not need to do this and I was overwhelmed with her honesty.  I crawled off my bench and climbed next to her.  She opened her arms and I let her embrace me.

"Thank you, Abbie.  I will never tell anyone about this."

"I know you won't, Chloe.  I could tell you are a decent person and someone with a grasp on life.  I hope we can become friends."

"Me, too," I breathed as she held me.

As Abbie and I were showering, she said we should have dinner and talk about an idea of hers.

She had her driver take us to an address in the 80s.  The doorman welcomed Abbie and she asked him to order us some dinner from Alfredo's.  He smiled and assured her it would be here in an hour.

We took the elevator to the seventh floor and exited into a lobby with just one door.

"Where are we," I asked?

"My little hide-a-way," she said.

She opened the door into a comfortably furnished apartment.  Although it must fill the entire floor, it had a cozy feeling.  She opened the curtains and put on a couple lights.

I followed her to the kitchen where she fixed us each a glass of Chardonnay and assembled a plate of cheese, fruit and crackers.  We sat in front of the gas fireplace and enjoyed the snack.

"I thought you live in Connecticut," I said.

"I do, but I keep this place in the city.  It's great when I am working late, or want to spend a weekend here.  Let me give you the tour."

The apartment had two master suites and one guest bedroom.  There was a small dining area, the large living room and compact kitchen.

We returned to the living room just as the doorman knocked and announced the food was here.  Abbie set up small tables and we ate in the living room.

"So," she said between bites of veal marsala, "want to hear my crazy idea?"

"Sure."

"Well, I do think that you and I need to work out our love scene.  We want it to look good but also not be pornographic.  I suggest we can rehearse here."

I almost choked on the succulent morsel of sautéed veal.  

Abbie laughed at my reaction.  "And, to maybe make it less threatening, I suggest your friend Syd be here, too.  She sounds like she could give us good advice and make it a bit easier on you."

"Ok," I managed to say.

"Good, now here's the other part."

"Other part?"

"Yeah.  With the new ending, you and I end up with Joe in bed.  We have to undress him, take him between us and pretend we're doing the ol' ménage."

I nodded and drained my wine glass.

"Well, Joe is out for another week.  I think we need to block out that whole scene.  The secret is to make it look good, but not show too much to the audience."

I snorted and said, "Easy for you, Abbie.  All you show is your ass.  The rest of the time you have a blanket in front of you.  Me, I am pussy and tits forward."

"Wow, I never really thought about it.  Ok, I'll drop the blanket and give them all a first class beaver shot."

"Abbie, no way.  I didn't mean..."

"You are right, Chloe.  Now, I see this will work much better.  But, we still have to choreograph the love scene with Joe.  So, I suggest we have your friend, Max, stand in for Joe so we can work it out.  Then, when Joe returns, we will show him how we figured it out."

"You mean, like Max will be naked, too?"

"Yes.  Is that a problem?  I thought you said he already saw you and Syd rehearsing."

"He did, but he was dressed.  I'm not sure he'll go for this."

"Let me worry about that, Chloe.  I can be very convincing.  And, Syd can be our audience. She can let us know if anything is showing that shouldn't be."

"Like...?"

"Chloe, it's the double standard.  Women can get naked and show everything.  We even applaud the courage of stars like Cate Winslet who appear in full frontal nudity.  But, let just a peak of a guy's business show up and people start freaking.  Plus, there never, ever, ever can be a shot of an erection.  Now, we are supposed to be three people passionately making love.  The man desires both of us.  So, will he have a limp weenie or be hard as a rock.  If we want the audience to believe us, he should be erect.  If we show an erection, we will be trashed.  Plus, if we were commit to full male frontal, then dear Joe would have to get it up every night.  

"Now, you and I are obviously beautiful specimens, but after twenty, thirty or a hundred shows do you think Joe will be just as excited?  So, we will have to block it so maybe there is a peek in the beginning, but after that it's just ass to the audience."

My head was swimming.  I never thought through the love scenes as Abbie had.  Added to that was the concept that Max would ever agree to do a nude love scene with me.

Did I even want him to?  God, for years I fantasized what it would be like to make love to him, to see him naked.  Now, it was a possibility and I was flipping out.

Abbie said she would drive me home.  I tried to dissuade her because I did not want her to see where I lived.  She insisted and called for her car.  Of course, when she said she'd drive me, she meant her driver would be behind the wheel.

I gave him the address.  He looked at Abbie in the rear view, probably doubting the wisdom of taking a $100,000+ Mercedes into that neighborhood.

We arrived about twenty minutes later.  The usual dope dealers, hookers and really scary-looking people were making my block look like a set for a Sorcese film.

Abbie insisted on walking me to my apartment.  I assured her I did it every night and would be fine.  She opened the door and pushed me out and followed me.  Her driver slid down the window and said maybe he should go too.

"Hank, you stay here and make sure we still have a car."

I waved to the regulars and climbed the stone steps of my stoop.  

"I can get it from here, Abbie.  You go on home."

"I am seeing you to your room, Chloe.  So, lead on."

We climbed the four flights, past pails of trash, piles of newspapers, smells of stale cooking and recent urine, until we arrived at my door.  I couldn't help but compare this image with that of the pristine hallway outside of Abbie's apartment.

I desperately wanted her to leave, but she was determined to see me in.  I fumbled with the keys and undid the five locks.

I pushed open the door, cringing at the dingy mess waiting within.

My male roomies were watching TV and doing a j.  They were dressed in their usual t-shirt and boxers. 

Annie was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, brushing her teeth and dressed solely in a pair of black panties.  Actually, for Annie this might even be over-dressed.  She was, to put it delicately, rather casual about clothing.  Usually she was totally nude and oblivious to that fact.  The guys quickly accommodated her habits, after realizing that she was not the least bit interested in what they wore under their boxers.

"Hi, guys, I think you know Abbie Evans.  She's dropping me off."

The silence was broken by Annie as she crossed the room, her tiny boobs bouncing in rhythm with her steps.  She extended her hand and mumbled, "Nice to meet you" as a dribble of white toothpaste escaped her lips, with one drop landing on her rock hard nipple.  She made no attempt to wipe away the white gob on her dark protuberance.

Abbie, ever gracious, shook her hand and said it was nice meeting her and the guys.

I turned to Abbie and thanked her again.  She looked once more around the shit-hole I called home, pecked my cheek and said good-night.

My roomies fell all over me with a hundred questions.  Zack said she looked hotter in person than on the screen.  Annie said she was probably overcome with lust seeing him in his pitted-out t-shirt and Elmo boxers.

"Yeah, well I'm sure she loved the glob of paste on what passes for your tit," he rejoined.

Annie looked down and laughed at the sight.  She rubbed her nipple clean and then vamped for the rest of us, "Ooh, that feels so good.  I should have let Abbie do that for me."

"In your dreams," snorted Dave.

I excused myself and went into my depressing bedroom to get ready for bed.  

"God," I thought, "can I even be on the same planet?  Abbie lives in such a different world.  She must think I am a pathetic loser."

I drifted off to sleep with memories of Abbie's classy apartment and the sounds of Annie's nightly masturbation marathon.

On Saturday, I took the train up to Abbie's apartment.  We had decided to do our first rehearsal of our love scene.

Abbie suggested I go to the spare bedroom and get undressed.  She left a robe for me.

I came back to the living room as she was slipping on a skirt.  

She smiled at me and asked, "Ready?"

I nodded and we began the scene.  We both knew our lines and quickly got to the part where Abbie rips my robe off.  I am standing naked in front of her and she strips.

Keeping in character, she approaches me, and forces my head to her and kisses me.  I struggle for a moment and then relent.  Soon, her hands are all over my body and I am reacting.  To tell the truth, I am not sure if it was acting or I was really being turned on by her touches and kisses.

I touch her and we fall on the couch, her leg pressed between my thighs.  As her lips encircled my aroused nipple, I moan out loud.  She then breaks and calls, "Curtain".  We both sit back, surprised at how much we are perspiring and how out of breath we are.

"Wow," she says.

"Oh, yeah, wow indeed," I offer.

We look at each other and then simultaneously burst out laughing.

We ran that scene a dozen more times accompanied by phrases like, 
"Grab my boob, now.  "
"Yeah, that's good put both hands on my ass."
"Ok, open your legs wider so I can get my leg in there.  No, that's too wide.  You're shooting a great open beaver to stage right."

After a couple hours we were satisfied with the blocking.

"God, I feel like we just had a fuck-a-thon," said Abbie.

"Not sure what one of those feels like, but that was more sex than I've had in years."

We laughed at the sight of us sitting naked on her couch.  She held my hand and told me that this was going to work.  I began to believe her.

Around three on Sunday, Max called me.

"Well, I must say that your friend, Abbie, is quite a person."

"She called you?"

"Oh, even better.  We had lunch together."

"No shit!"

"Ah, shit, indeed.  And, what an interesting proposition she had.  Can I suppose that you were behind it?"

My cheeks burned.  Remembering that Syd said that she was sure that Max knew I used to have a crush on him, I figured he must think that this was some bizarre way of putting a move on him.

"No, honest.  I had nothing to do with it."

"Really, I figured it was your way of getting even for doing the nude scene in front of me."

I felt a weight lifted off me.  He didn't think I was chasing him, he thought I was getting back.

"No, the whole idea was Abbie's.  I told her you'd never go for it, though."

"Why'd you say that?"

"Huh, well, like I didn't think that there'd be any way that you would, you know, be like... Well, I figured you would not want to show your...I mean, do like a nude scene."

"Don't you think I have a good enough body?" he asked.

"Hell, yes," I blurted and immediately wished I could retract my words.

Max laughed and I knew he was teasing me.  

"So..." I asked?

"Chloe, I don't know.  I'm not sure I'd be comfortable."

"Max, it's just going to be me and Abbie..."

"And, my sister," he added.

"Oh yeah, well, it'll just be us, no audience."

"I don't know," he said again.

"Max, what is it.  You've already seen me nude.  And if, God I don't know how to put this, well, if you like get aroused, we'll understand.  Honest, it will be Ok."

"It's not that, Chloe."

"What is it then?"

"It's kinda' embarrassing."

"More embarrassing than having to make out with your sister in front of you?"

"It's sorta' personal."

"Max, what are you talking about?"

There was a long pause before Max said quietly, "I've always been a little embarrassed about my size."

I didn't understand at first what he meant.  "Jeez, Max, you aren't fat.  You're in great shape and, yeah, you're tall, but not like a freak.  So..."

"Not that size, dummy. My other size."

"Other?" I repeated.  Then it hit me.  

"Shit, you mean your, ah, your..."

"Yes, Chloe, I mean my dick.  And, my balls, too."

I turned scarlet. Thank God we were on the phone.

I tried to cover by talking rapidly.  "Hey, no problem.  None of us are perfect.  Hell, I think my tits are too small.  Abbie's tits aren't that big, and Syd's, well, like there just not huge.  So, don't give it a thought. We are not going to be judging you.  Really, we just want to work out how we will do it on stage.  So, it's no big thing.  Oh, I didn't mean to say that.  So what if it's not big.  Hey, I hear that whole bigger is better is just a myth. I could care less and I'm sure Abbie won't either."




A Star Is Born--Naked



Max tried to interrupt my nervous stream of conscious blathering.

"Chloe, you don't get it..."

"Sure, I do.  You are a little ashamed of your, well, penis and that it's not like some giant throbbing organ, you know, like in those Romance novels.  Shit, I bet you don't read Romance novels.  But, you know what I'm saying.  We won't even notice how small, I mean how big it is."

"Chloe, listen..."

"No, not another word.  The size of your penis has no bearing.  Just say you'll help us out."

Max chuckled.

"Well, you and Abbie are certainly persuasive."

"And?"

"And, if you and think it would really be helpful, I guess I can do it."

"Well, fuck me," was the best response I could give.

"I do want to explain about what I just said, though," added Max.

"Nope, not another word," I insisted.

"Well then, I guess we're on for tonight at her place," Max said.

"What, I didn't hear from her."

"Well, maybe you should answer your phone more often.  This is the fifth time I've called in the last half-hour."

I cursed myself for leaving my phone on vibrate and then hanging out in the living room watching TV while the phone stayed in my bedroom.  I checked and saw four voice messages.

"Gotta' go, Max.  I'll check the messages now.  And, Max, thanks.  I really think it will help."

There were two messages from Abbie confirming what Max just told me and asking me to talk with him since he had not agreed to do it until he and I spoke.  There was one from Max asking me to call him and one from Syd.  She was screaming that she could not believe the whole thing and couldn't wait to join us tonight. I assumed that Max must have discussed it with her and, as usual, Syd jumped to a conclusion.

I returned Abbie's call to let her know that Max and I had spoken. I explained Max's hesitation.

"Poor guy," she said. "God, the pressure we put on people to fit some stereotype of a perfect body.  Chloe, I don't care if he has the tiniest weenie in the world."

"Yeah, I kinda' said that, but not with those words.  In the end he agreed."

"Good job, Sweety. So, I'll see you later, Ok?"

We hung up and I showered and got ready.  Abbie was planning dinner at 6 and we could rehearse after that.  She also said she was sending her car down to pick me up at 5:30.  My protests fell on deaf ears.

I was drying in my bedroom when Annie came in.  Although she and my other roomies saw me naked at the rehearsal, I was still a bit shy about nudity.  Annie gazed at my naked frame, she was nude as well.

"Hey, Chloe, you ought to do a bit of clean up around the puss."

I looked down at the stubble growing back.  I didn't keep up with it since Syd had shaved me.

"God, I hate this," I whined.  "It was so much easier just to let it grow."

"Happy to lend a hand," offered Annie.  "And, while I'm down there I'd be even happier to make you happy."

I turned scarlet from head to toe and thanked her, but said I'd do it myself.  I ran back to the bathroom and cleaned it all up.

That night after a dinner of take out from the hottest new restaurant in town, the four of us moved into Abbie's living room.

Abbie took control and explained the scene.  She then had Max, me and her walk through it a dozen times, while still clothed.

Syd was quite helpful with suggestions.

Abbie said it was time for a real run-through.  She and I excused ourselves to head to a bedroom.  

Abbie sensed my apprehension.  

As she was undressing, she said, "Chloe, it's going to be fine.  Yeah, it might be a bit awkward at first.  But, after a while we all will forget we are naked and just work on the blocking. And, let's make a promise to each other not to be shocked at his little member."

I agreed with her, but was thinking with my limited experience with male members I was not sure I would be able to tell if he was above or below average.

I marveled as her body became exposed to me.  She was stunningly beautiful.  As I slowly peeled my clothes off, I silently hoped she was right that things would go all right.  Little did I know what was in store for us.

Abbie and I wore robes back to the living room.

Syd and Max had arranged the furniture so there was a "stage" and an "audience" section.

Abbie directed Max to take off his shoes and socks.  In the play, Joe's character always wears sandals and she thought this would be a good way to work tonight.

"Ok, so, Max, Chloe and I are naked in bed—which will be the couch.  You barge in and catch us.  You start to yell, but we get up and come to you.  We undress you, lead you to the bed, and we start making love.  The stage then goes dark and the curtain falls for the end of the play. The final line, "This is perfect.", is heard in the dark and the audience is not quite sure who is speaking. It's the final ambiguity in the play.  

Abbie explained to Max, that the theme of perfection ran through the play.  My character is a bit of a Pollyanna, who thinks life can be perfect.  Abbie's character is a skeptic, who always seems to work to destroy anything that could be perfect. Joe's character is striving for perfection in his art and his relationships, but can never hold it together long enough to find it. So, is the final line from Chloe's character and meaning the three of us will go on as one?  Or, is it from Abbie and meaning she will work to ruin this relationship?

After summing up, Abbie said, "So, let's do it."

Abbie and I walked to the couch and dropped our robes.  I heard Syd gasp as she gazed at Abbie's torso. At least, I think it was Abbie she was gasping at, since she'd seen me buck naked a lot.

Abbie and I lay on the couch and began making out, as we had talked about.

After a minute or two, Abbie sat up and said, "Ok, Max."

He grinned foolishly.  I imagine he was caught up in the sight of the two of us making out.

He walks toward us and we resume our caressing.

"What the fuck!"

We sit up at his line.

"What are you two doing?"

"Making love, Babe," says Abbie in character.  "And, we have room for one more."

Slowly, Abbie and I rise and cross over to Max.  In the play this will be the first time the audience sees Abbie fully frontal naked.

Max playing the part starts to speak but Abbie kisses him silent.  He looks at me and I raise my head to kiss him.  I know I'm acting, but I am about to kiss Max, not some actor.

His lips are warm, mine are hot.

Together Abbie and I unbutton his shirt and peel it off.  She drops to her knees and undoes his belt, opens his jeans, and unzips him.  I have moved behind him and drop to my knees.  In unison we begin to ease off his jeans and underwear in one motion.  Max's ass comes into view and then his pants are at his ankles.  I hear breath escape from Abbie, but can't see her.

Max steps out of his clothes and I rise to rejoin Abbie in front.  I move next to her and then look down.

Now, I am a professional actor and pride myself on always staying in character.  Even if a prop fails, or the scenery malfunctions or a fellow actor drops a line, I forge ahead.

I took one look at Max's manhood and exclaimed, "Holy shit."

Syd jumped up and raced around to see what I was staring at.

"Whoa," she screamed. "Max, you are like packing heavy artillery."

We three women gawked at the huge male organ hanging before our eyes.

Never did I imagine that Max was hung like a race horse.  His dick must be at least seven or eight inches long and as thick around as my wrist.  He had enormous balls that hung low.

Abbie said, "Max, you should have given us some warning."

"I tried to tell Chloe."

"But when you said your were embarrassed, I thought you meant because it was tiny," I pleaded.

He replied, "But, that's not what I said.  I tried to explain, but you wouldn't shut up.  I guess I should have blurted out, I've got a big dick.  What was I supposed to say?"

"Shit, bro," said Syd.  "You could have worn a button like "Atomic Weapon Onboard"

"Thanks, Syd," he said.  "I feel a lot better having my sister comment on my manhood."

"Ok," said Abbie.  "The shock is over.  Let's work through the rest of the scene.  We can take from the part after Max steps out of his pants. But, can I just say once more, that is a fuckin' beautiful sight."

Abbie and I take our places kneeling, me behind and her in front.

She looked at the thing before her eyes and said, "This is awesome.  Sorry, everyone, but I just had to get that out.  I know I said I was not going to mention it again, but shit. Max, this is the most beautiful prick I have ever seen."

"Amen," I put in.

 "Hallelujah," added Syd.

"Enough already," said Max.

We regained our composure and escorted Max to the couch.  We had worked out that Abbie would lie on top of him, essentially covering his privates from the audience, and I would lie next to him and kiss, while he let his hands roam over both our bodies.

We played our parts. Max's hands caressed my breasts and Abbie's ass. Our moans and groans sure sounded authentic.  Finally. Syd called, lights, curtain. I delivered the final line.

I sat back and expected Abbie to do the same, but she remained on top of Max.

I looked at her and shrugged.

"Ah..., equipment problem," she said.

"Ah, fuck it, Abbie," said Max, "staying there won't help.  Just get up."

She rolled off and we saw the problem.

Max was at full staff.  He sat on the couch and his erection pointed straight at the ceiling.  The head was enormous and a vein throbbed along the length of his shaft.  

The three of us just stared.  Max looked at each of us and said, "What do you expect?  You two are so hot, so beautiful and so rubbing up against me.  It's a natural male reaction.  And, it will take care of itself in a minute or two."

"I understand, Max.  Actually, Chloe and I might have been offended if there was no reaction.  It's just that, well, it's so beautiful."

With that she reached out, sliding her hand onto his erection.  

I was shocked at her assertiveness.

She could barely close her fingers around the shaft.  She softly moved up and down while her other hand fondled his large balls.

"Uh, Abbie," he said, "not that doesn't feel good, 'cause it does. But, I don't think this is in the script."

Abbie gave him her innocent look, perfected through many movies, and said, "But, Max, every good actor has to know how to improvise.

She slowly moved her mouth toward him and kissed the tip of his erection.

She locked her eyes on mine and I figured what the hell.  This was probably the opportunity of a life time.

I took hold of the erection of the man I'd known most of my life and who was the object of many a daydream.  I marveled at the strength of the erection and the smoothness of the skin.  His balls felt heavy in my hand.  I circled the tip with my finger, lingering for a second at the slitted opening.

"Hey, I ain't missing out on this," cried Syd.  "Brother or no brother, I have to feel something that big."

"No," he protested, "this getting out of hand."

Syd giggled and said, "Actually it's getting quite in hand. Nice rocket, Bro."

The three of us caressed his shaft and balls with our hands.  Each of us took delight in the sensations of touch and the reactions of pleasure that Max exhibited, in spite of his protests.  

Abbie leaned in and kissed Max on the lips.  Emboldened, I joined her and I kissed him for the first time in my life with unhidden passion. No longer was he big brother; he was a sexy man with an awesome dick. 

Syd softly stroked him, but soon pulled her hand away. I think she realized that doing it with three of us was much different from touching her brother by herself. 

The room was silent save for the heavy breathing and occasional kissing sounds.  After a few moments, Abbie moved her face back to Max's erection.  Syd and I found ourselves sitting back and watching in silence.

Syd held my hand. As she squeezed tightly, she turned her face to mine. My mind was racing and my juices were flowing. She kissed me. In a second our tongues were exploring each other. Syd slipped her hand over and pinched my nipple.  I felt the moisture running down my leg.

Our kiss was broken as we saw Abbie lick up the shaft and once again take Max's tip in her mouth.  She was slowly engulfing more of the erection.

Max groaned and lifted his hips.  Abbie responded by taking more in her mouth.

Syd moved her hand between my legs, her body pressed against me. I felt her nipples press into my breasts.

I shifted my weight and opened my legs.  Syd plunged in.   I was quickly loosing any sense of both boundary and propriety.

Syd rotated her finger and found the special bundle of nerves hidden in my vagina.  Her other hand now worked my clit.  

Abbie intensified her sucking aided by aggressive stroking. Kneeling on the couch, she had her legs spread apart and I could see the dampness welling at her swollen lips. 

Syd noticed Abbie's position. She pulled away from me and softly petted the other woman's pussy.  Abbie reacted by pushing against her hand.  Syd slipped a finger inside and Abbie pushed hard against it.

From behind, Syd moved her face to Abbie's open sex and began to caress her with her tongue. Abbie moaned while still sucking on Max.

Max muttered that he was getting close.

Abbie stood up and Syd moved away.  Abbie straddled him and positioned her lips over his tip.  

Looking over her shoulder, she breathlessly said, "Help me, Chloe."

I took hold of the hard shaft and positioned it at her opening.  

Max called out, "No."

We all stopped.

"This is too much. I can't let it go on. Abbie you have me over the edge, but I can't make love to you with Chloe and my sister watching. I just can't."

The four of us just sat quietly, Max's erection commanding our attention. Our desires had not subsided but we were chastened by Max's words. 

Abbie stood and said we had enough rehearsal for the night.

She pulled Max's hand until he could stand next to her.

"Girls, you can share the other master or whatever.  Max and I will be in my master.  I'll put a call into our dear director tonight to tell him that Chloe and I will be working at home and to not expect us until 1 tomorrow. I just pray I have a condom that will fit. Good night."

I'll say one thing for Abbie, she sure knows how to make an exit as she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.

I looked at them and said, "Love you, Max."

He smiled and said, "Love you, Chloe. You, too, Syd."

Abbie and Max disappeared into her bedroom.

"Separate bedrooms," I asked Syd?

"Are you fucking nuts?" she replied and pulled me to the other master.

I soon found out what Syd had meant about a woman's tongue on a woman's sex.  Honestly, I lost track of my orgasms that night. As turned on as I was, I could not bring myself to perform oral on Syd. I kissed her there a couple times, but just couldn't continue. I guess I am really a hetero. She told me not to worry.

"Hell, I ate Abbie's pussy. Imagine, Abbie Evans' pussy. Awesome." She seemed satisfied.

Well, the actual stage rehearsals went great from that point on.  Standing in front of the cast and crew naked for the first time was stressful, but our practice sessions helped enormously.

I admit that Abbie and I had to stifle serious giggles the first time we did a full run-through with Joe.  To say that he was modestly endowed would be putting it mildly.  And, we didn't have to worry about his erection being accidently seen by the audience.  He did manage a semi the first time we rehearsed, but it frankly did not look any bigger than the tiny little bump that was there when he was soft. 

We later came to find out, a secret about Joe. Well, we did not have to do much detective work, since a handsome young man came backstage to congratulate us on our final dress rehearsal.  Joe was standing naked in Abbie's dressing room, where the three of us scooted to after the rehearsal. The young man kissed Joe and they embraced.  Abbie and I felt honored that he even got that one little boner.

Opening night was a test and a triumph. I threw up three times before the play began. I literally was shaking with nerves. Abbie stopped by my dressing room and hugged me and told me I was going to knock 'em dead.

On stage, I thought my fingers would never get the buttons undone on my shirt. Finally I managed to strip nude. I heard a gasp from the audience as I walked to my spot and turned to begin to pose. I thought, "Hey, I've got this audience. They are with me."  After that, it became easier. Not easy, just easier.

The play—thank God—was a smash.  For our curtain calls, we all pulled on short robes and took our bows. I got three curtain calls.

The critics loved it, the audiences gave standing ovations every night, the house was sold out for months in advance. We even made the front page of the Times, talking about the barriers being broken in the modern theater, the bravery of an Oscar winner to take on such an edgy (read totally naked) role and, hurrah, great plaudits for yours truly as the breakout actor of the year. 

Abbie insisted on having me move into the extra master suite in her city apartment.  She seemed to be spending more and more time with Max at her place in Connecticut or his.  She confided after that first night of intimacy, that she thought she might never be able to walk normally again.  She seems to have adapted quite nicely, however, and now walks with a spring in her step. I do believe love is in the air. Abbie even offered that Max might be "the one."

As for me, well I'm not sure I did find true love.  Syd and I never repeated our one night together. To be honest, I still wonder what it would be like to make love to Max.  Abbie has hinted once or twice that maybe the three of us—her, Max and me--should get away.  We have tons of fun together in the apartment. Max and I flirt a lot, but each night he's behind closed doors with Abbie. I'm almost at the point where I can almost tune out the shouts and shrieks—almost—when they spend the night in the apartment.

I think about what it would be like to make love to Max, but maybe screwing one member of the family is enough—for now. 

But, then again, I learned you have to jump on every opportunity that comes your way.




A Star is 'Porn'



For as long as I can remember I had always been a 'Big Boy' yet the knowledge of me being somewhat different from my peers prevented me from flaunting my considerable assets, and in fact I was quite self-conscious with regards to my unusual anatomical dimensions and always endeavored to keep my 'little' secret well hidden.

That is of course until the fateful night of my 18th birthday party, when I'm afraid I had drunk a little more than was good for me and was eventually helped upstairs by my Mom in a virtually semi-comatose state. She eventually got me on the bed and like any dutiful mother began to remove my clothes. 

She had imbibed quite freely herself that night and her previous maternal inhibitions had somewhat deserted her. 

I suppose that the sight of a near fourteen-inch semi-erect penis straining at the fabric of her son's shorts finally caused her to flip and when I finally came round at what I imagined to be the climax stage of a 'wet dream', it was to find mom gagging with half of my cock stuck down her throat, vainly attempting to swallow the copious flow of semen that was pumping from the bulbous head and failing miserably as it bubbled and dribbled from the side of her mouth in thick gooey grey-white tendrils. 

I instinctively reached for her breasts which had partially slipped from her flimsy party bra'. It required little effort to free them completely and although she had just turned 39 her tits were as pert and firm as a woman half her age and I felt the hardened nipples grow under my lustful ministrations.

I think we both heard the partially suppressed girlish giggles at about the same time and I looked up from my nipple nuzzling to observe my two older sisters, Carol and Connie, now dressed in their provocative baby doll PJ's, gazing in awe and envy at the spectacle they were salaciously observing. 

With some reluctance, mom freed her generous mouth from my still gently oozing cock but kept a firm hold on the pulsating shaft as if afraid that it would vanish if she let go. 

A momentary flash of concern darkened her face on realizing that her daughters had caught her in such a compromising and incestual situation with their younger brother. 

She grinned sheepishly; wiped the worst of the dripping cum from her face then offered up my cock to the now advancing duo as if she were serving them meat loaf at the dinner table. 

Being dutiful daughters they accepted the invitation to taste the meaty delicacy with unrestrained alacrity. Pushing mom unceremoniously aside in their eagerness, Carol began to lick away the final traces of the thick semen that coated the swollen head of my penis, whilst rhythmically jacking at the fast hardening vein-studded shaft. 

Connie meanwhile, with a combination of soft full lips and long slender fingers, was doing things with my balls that set my pulse racing and within moments I sensed the largest erection that I had ever experienced and my previously reddened glans had now turned to a deep shade of purple and throbbed ominously. 

My two rather skinny-assed siblings had by now lost any inhibitions that they may have been harbouring and with total abandonment had cast aside their flimsy night wear and were rewarding my lascivious gaze with glimpses of their slender but well toned bodies. 

Both had tits that were relatively small but perfectly shaped and topped with hard full nipples that had both the size and colouration of ripe morello cherries. 

I was also visually rewarded by fleeting glimpses of shaven pubic regions that more clearly revealed full smooth but barely perceptible labial mounds that parenthesised the long straight slits of youthful vaginas, now becoming slick with beads of feminine juices and broken only by the fleshy prepuce that housed each precious clitoris. 

As I reached out to caress first those young, firm and sensual breasts, my olfactory organs were invaded by the heady and musky odour of more mature feminine juices and I was somewhat surprised to see mom, now straddling my face and manoeuvring her equally delicious pussyy over my mouth. 

It could have been the blueprint of either of her daughter's pussies except that her outer labia was more pronounced and the inner lips more voluminous, with the outer edges a much deeper shade of red. Her prepuce hood was also agape revealing a quite sizeable clit that was surely made for sucking. 

As my tongue passed across this ostensibly female organ before sinking deep into the warm and inviting vaginal cavity, I felt mom shudder as if receiving an electric shock and suddenly my mouth was filled by hot juices that were literally spurting from deep within her and I realized then that the female orgasm was no fantasy and I quickly devoured the sweet translucent cum that were now propelled into my appreciative mouth. "Oh Danny -- I can't stand this any more," moaned mom softly in my ear. 

"I know it's wrong but I must have that beautiful big dick inside me." 

The girls sensed her overpowering desires and deferentially removed themselves from my cock, which immediately sprang to full attention. With somewhat improper haste, mom opened wide her shapely legs and lowered herself onto my gargantuan erection. 

With surprising ease, which even made the girls gasp, a good ten-inch vanished inside the now gaping maw with nary a hint of resistance. 

It was pretty obvious that she was no stranger to super sized willies and as I later learned my pop, who some ten years ago had run off with a pretty college sophomore, was no slouch in the dick department. 

The next couple of inches demanded a little more effort on my part and I gently but firmly pulled her further onto me. 

She gasped a little but bid me continue and so with a number of deep penetrating thrusts I was able to insert the full 14 inches. 

She looked at me apprehensively and I nodded in anticipation of the unasked question that my cock was fully housed. 

Slowly she gyrated her hips as if making further room for the fucking that was about to commence. The circular grinding gradually evolved to perpendicular oscillations that quickly gathered pace until my huge cock was pistoning in and out of mom's pussy at a frightening pace. 

This erotic act was all to much for the girls who were now squealing in sexual excitement and frantically sought each others vaginas into which they were vigorously pumping multiple shaking fingers. 

Having previously shot my first load of the night, the now frantic fucking was a little more sustainable and it took a good five minutes before I sensed the familiar tightening within my dangling scrotum.

"Oh! Mom, Mom, I think I'm going to come!" I hollered somewhat poetically. Mom was also now totally bereft of inhibitions and screamed in response,

"Shoot that sweet cum deep into my burning cunt Danny and then fuck me hard again in my asshole." 

Now this request may have caused problems for older guys but when you've just turned 18 then the practicalities of such a demand become much more feasible. 

In tandem with Mom's orgasm, I duly sprayed her stretched pussy with my hot seed and with somewhat undue haste withdrew my still fully erect cock, whilst mom obligingly assumed the 'doggy' position. 

Eager to assist, Carol and Connie began to lubricate mom's anus with a combination of our slippery fluids. Eventually their lusty ministrations had opened the petal shaped orifice to the degree where my huge glans could partially penetrate. With a strange, demented look, mom now turned to me and demanded passionately,

"Now fuck my sweet ass Danny -- hard and deep." 

Needing no further bidding I thrust that great head into the heart of mom's ass and geed on by the demented cries from my siblings I continued the savage thrusting until I had fully penetrated her. 

This left, much to the delight of the girls, about four inches of cock protruding, which they rapidly seized upon with their hungry mouths. 

The added stimulus stiffened my penis to a new elevation and as it slid in and out of that ever-expanding cavity, the sex-crazed duo slurped greedily at the thickly coated member. 

After eventually depositing a further copious load of cum deep inside mom's asshole, the rest of that long eventful night was spent in performing a number of sexual exploits with mom and the girls, the latter being happy with just blow jobs, tit shags and fingering, especially after seeing the size of mom's poor asshole after my third invasion that fateful night. This happy turn of events continued for a further couple of years on a near nightly basis and mom, quite happily I must add, took the brunt of actual copulation. 

Only once did I manage to persuade Connie to let me shag her but unfortunately her screams of protestation after taking little more than about 8 inches put the pair of them off any further attempts at 'brother fucking'. 

I guess it was these regular sessions that stimulated further penile growth and by my 20th birthday the size of my cock equalled my age. Fortunately I then appeared to stop growing. I suppose this happy state of affairs could have continued indefinitely and undoubtedly would have until that fateful day I met Jenny. 

Jenny was all that any man could desire, including the fact that she was a virgin. Her family belonged to one of those bizarre sects who steadfastly believed that sex outside marriage was strictly taboo, so due to her authoritarian upbringing our courting period consisted of much gentle kissing; the occasional feel of a bra' constrained tit and just once a furtive glimpse of a heavenly pussy that I stole when she had fallen asleep once while watching TV. 

However, her beauty was such that I believed that anything more than 'kissy feely' was worth waiting for, besides I still had access to a trio of opportunities through which I could vent my sexual frustrations - and boy! Did I take advantage.

The day we married was quite eventful but not perhaps in the way you would have imagined. Mom and the girls broke into fits of uncontrollable sobbing when I said 'I do' and I can't for the life of me imagine why. 

Jenny's father was also quietly sobbing, which was also out of character as he always appeared to be a rather jolly chap but had been strangely silent and subdued since we had earlier occupied adjacent urinals before entering the church. 

But all of this paled into insignificance compared with Jenny's strange behaviour when we were finally alone in the bridal suite. 

She coyly requested that I retire to the bathroom while she readied herself for consummation of our sacred vows. After what appeared to be an interminable period, a husky voice summoned me to perform my husbandly duty. 

In eager anticipation I also had prepared myself and with thoughts of my gorgeous virgin bride I had coaxed my cock into the longest and hardest erection since I had first shagged mom. 

Wearing nothing but a smile I strode manfully into the boudoir and was met by this heavenly creature sprawled provocatively on the satin sheets of the king-sized bed. 

Her sensuous lips slightly parted; breasts, the colour of alabaster, stood firm and proud and her legs wide open and drawn up at the knees framed probably the most perfectly proportioned pussy that I was ever likely to see. 

The lighting was somewhat subdued and not until I was virtually by her side did Jenny catch sight of what I was holding. The first look on her face was quizzical; the second unbelieving and the third -- terror stricken. 

You see Jenny's only experience of the male appendage had been from books -- you know the ones -- diagrams of a flaccid penis about three or four inches long and this of course was what she had been expecting. 

To be now faced by a man whose fingers hardy met as he two-handedly grasped this totally unfamiliar length of hard pulsating flesh, longer and as thick as her own forearm, was just to much for her innocent mind to comprehend. 

With a scream of abject terror, she flew from the room, totally naked and sad to relate, he never saw her again. The marriage was quickly annulled and the last Danny heard of his bride was, that after months of counselling, she had finally retreated to a convent. 

Of course this had a dramatic affect on Danny and after much soul-searching he arrived at the conclusion that his manhood was far to extensive and bulky for the average woman to take and from that day forth he vowed that all future sexual gratification would be self-administered. 

He eventually moved away from the area and rented a little 'condo' by the sea. True to his believes he spent the next twenty years or so in virtual solitude -- certainly well away from the female of the species and occupied his time doing a little fishing a little beachcombing, but lots of hard wanking sessions! 

STARSHINE

Danny reached the secluded little shelter facing the sea, surrounded by a variety of neglected shrubs and overgrown bushes. As usual the area was deserted. 

"Don't know what possessed City Hall to put it up" Danny mused to himself. 

"I don't think anyone but me uses it." 

However he was grateful for the seclusion as it allowed him to sit quietly and muse without fear of interruption or disturbance. It was also a the perfect setting for his many alfresco masturbation session. 

If this sounds crude, well it's not really meant to be. Danny was a normal (normal?) red-blooded man, blessed (or cursed) with an exceptionally high libido plus an extremely large cock, and although he was fast approaching his fortieth year, he still had triple the sexual cravings of a man half his age. 

As you may recall, Danny had vowed to exclude women from his life and had sought sexual fulfilment in his his regular bouts of steamy self-gratification sessions. 

These were carried out mainly in the privacy of his tiny condo, where surrounded by a stack of very explicit porno mags, he would pull on his enormous member until the blessed relief of ejaculation was upon him. 

Age had not appeared to have lessened his ardour and it was not unusual at times of acute arousal for him to have 'Flogged the Bishop' a dozen times or more during a 24 hour spell, which often included unbroken continuity of four or more copious comings of thick creamy semen. 

It truly amazed him as to how his body could continue to produce such profuse amounts of spunk regardless of the number of times he called on his tool and testicles to spew forth his seed. 

In fact he was rather proud of his prowess and reckoned that if such events could be included in the ' Guinness Book Of Records' he would win hands up and down.

I may have done Danny an injustice when I described his cock as being 'enormous'. On reflection I would have to say that it was truly colossal. He was one of the few men that I know that could actually give himself a 'blow job'. 

At first it had disturbed his conscience that he should actually enjoy sucking his own penis but that had been long ago and the moral self outrage that once haunted had been replaced by the sheer joy of 'blowing his lot' directly into his own mouth and savouring the sweet yet salty semen as it trickled down his throat. 

Besides this indulgence saved him the bother of cleaning up the sticky puddles that regularly splattered on the floor and against the heavily stained walls of his flat that, despite his best efforts, always smelled pungently yet erotically of stale semen. 

However, in an effort to inject even more variety into his multitudinous masturbations, he would, every Monday, rail hail or shine, don his trusty trench coat; stuff a few of the lewder mags into the deep pockets and walk the mile or so to his deserted sea-view shelter. 

There he would find an appropriate page, reach through a conveniently prepared opening in one of the many pockets, unzip his fly and allow his cock to dangle, discreetly concealed by his voluminous coat. 

He would then spend the next couple of hours or so tugging remorselessly at his apparently insatiable penis. He had often thought that his prick was the real master in the relationship and was never content until it felt the bony hands of its servant sliding vigorously along its inflexible length. 

Often during these outdoor sessions he would imagine a well-stacked female joining him on the little bench and begging him to let her suck his 'stiffy' before imploring him to stuff it hard into her starved little pussy. 

Of course nothing ever came of these erotic ramblings except that when his imagination really ran riot, the eventual 'coming' would promote total and complete satisfaction as it splattered on the floor between his feet.

Danny felt that today would be such a day as he settled himself on the wooden slats that formed the seat. He had found a particularly juicy page in his latest publication that revealed a beautifully formed vagina with the fingers of the owner gently parting the outer labia to reveal one of the juiciest inner cunts that he had ever cast his lecherous eyes on. 

He impatiently dug his exited hand into the bottomless pocket, tore open his fly and allowed the expectant cock its freedom. Expertly he ran his fingers across the huge bell-end, forcing the tight foreskin back beyond the steel-hard rim. He then, and with years of expertise behind him, slid his large bony hand along its impressive and growing length. 

It still gave him a thrill when he explored the full length of his cock and although he was a man of medium height and stature, the size of his 'willie' was something he could hardly get his head (or for that matter, his hand) round. 

He tugged on and was well on the way to the first 'liberation' of the day when he heard a suppressed giggling coming from a large laurel bush about seven or eight metres from the shelter. 

Somewhat alarmed by the sudden and unexpected noise, he immediately loosened the tight hold he had on his dick but due to its immense proportions and rigidity, he could not get it back into his trousers but was content to know that it would be hidden from prying eyes by his long trench coat. 

"Who's there?" He called out somewhat apprehensively. 

The reply came in the form of further giggles and he guessed that they issued from at least three owners. 

"Come on out!" He cried hesitantly as he ascertained correctly that they were female giggles. 

Somewhat sheepishly, four teenage girls, he guessed about 18 years old, emerged from their place of concealment and timidly made there way over to where Tom sat rather uncomfortably, desperately praying that his 'tackle' was out of the sight of such apparent innocent eyes. 

The four young ladies, he later learned, where on a field trip from the local university and were supposedly looking for evidence of global warming on the nearby salt water marshland but had obviously tired of the task and were seeking further less boring adventures. 

The four were similarly dressed in trim white blouses and skirts that were certainly on the skimpy side of short. As if in agreement he felt the now semi-erect 'cock-meister' beneath his coat twitch at the sight of such well-toned and shapely legs.

"Shouldn't you young ladies be elsewhere?" Danny inquired of the lithesome quartet. 

"The tide's coming in," responded the tallest of the girls, a smile playing round her full yet cherubic shaped lips. 

Danny guessed that this was probably a 'porky' and that they were actually bunking off for the day, But hey! He wasn't about to complain, a sentiment shared by a now rising penis-pal who was anticipating some unplanned though most welcome third-party action. 

"Got any ciggies?" said the girl, now growing in confidence as she sat down beside him.

"The name's Danny," he answered, "and yes I have got some 'ciggies' and if you tell me your names, well I might just give you one." 




A Star is 'Porn'



They all laughed at the unintended double entendre of the remark, even 'cockie' grew a centimetre or two as though in anticipation. 

"So it's not a smoke for a poke then?" Sniggered the tall one, which set her companions to hysterical giggling once again.

"Do I look the sort of man who would take such liberties with four innocent young girls for a mere cigarette? I would gladly offer a full packet for such undoubted pleasures." 

The once-surpressed giggles now turned to squeals of uncontrolled laughter as they grew more relaxed in his company. 

"You're a right one you are Danny but I wonder if you've still got a good poke left in you -- By the way, I'm Sammy, the blonde one is Tracy, the ginger nut is Fliss and the little Asian pearl is Shilpa." 

As each one was introduced to me I handed them a cigarette. All but Shilpa accepted. As they lit up I was able to appreciate more the delights of this nubile foursome. 

Sammy was about five and a half feet tall with long dark tresses, long shapely legs, an arse to die for and a pair of tits that appeared to be doing their best to escape from the minimal constraints of a wispy bra and a tightly stretched blouse. 

Tracy was the epitome of your archetypal teenage blonde; long legged, lean arsed and tits that almost defied gravity the way they jutted from her chest. Even through bra and blouse the outline of huge nipples were easily discernable. 

Fliss on the other hand had a somewhat less voluptuous build and though shorter in the leg, still had all her curves fully developed and from the knowing light shining from her large hazel eyes, already knew how to best use these feminine attributes. 

Little Shilpa however was something of an enigma and appeared somewhat ill at ease in the company of her more streetwise companions. Her sweet dusky and childlike face gave her the appearance of a twelve year old although I suspected that in reality she was of similar age to her pals. 

She to had long slim legs encased in the ubiquitous knee-length stockings and though her skirt was a tad longer than the other girls', there was still enough of her youthful thighs showing to probably make her ancestors turn in their graves. 

Her blouse, unlike her better-endowed friends, was barely troubled in the boob department and only a scarcely discernable double swelling hinted of the presence of breasts. 

Closer inspection however revealed well-formed nipples and faultless black aureoles that almost covered each slight bump of the barely formed boobs.

It was Sammy of course who first spotted the porn mag that I had hastily discarded at the girls' uninvited though now most welcome appearance. 

"Bloody hell Danny," she screeched as she opened the book at a page were a young stud was endeavouring to insert nine inches of cock into a well-used pussy. 

"That's obviously a touch-up. Not even superman has a dick that big," she uttered incredulously. 

I smiled to myself thinking of the 'friend' lurking beneath my coat that was double that length and easily twice the girth. In recognition of my thoughts, I felt him respond in the only way he knew -- he expanded a fraction more. 

"How about another smoke then," asked the free-spirited Sammy. 

"And what can I expect in return for my unbounded generosity?" I replied. 

"Well I'll show you my boobs - but no touching now," she admonished. 

"Ah -- so it's a flash for some ash then is it?" I responded with a smirk, 

"I assume that applies to you all?" 

There was a hurried exchange of rather worried glances until Sammy spoke up for her more reticent friends. 

"Ye' no problem Danny -- even Shilpa will give you an eyeful of her 'assets' but there wont be much for you to ogle I'm afraid." 

Shilpa's dusky cheeks turned bright crimson at this rather derogatory dismissal of her immature bosom. However, she remained stoically and tactfully silent. 

"Well come on then Sammy," chided Danny impatiently. 

"You always have plenty to say -- How about a little more action!" 

With a resigned shrug of her shoulders she opened up the buttons on her blouse and pulled the fulsome cups up over her substantial tits. 

The sight of such young firm flesh tipped with sweet crimson buds, caused 'he with a mind of his own' to twitch quite noticeably. 

Sammy had not missed the involuntary convulsion below my coat and with deft fingers quickly undid the necessary buttons. Relieved of the heavy gabardine cloth, my cock sprang quite literally to full attention. 

There was a combined intake of startled breath as the full magnitude of my 'colossus' was revealed. 

"Jeez!" Shrieked Sammy as she took in the unbelievable sight of a manhood that could not be measured with a mere foot rule, and neither totally encircled, even if she had used both hands. 

The shock was mirrored on the faces of the other girls and yet I also detected a hint of approval and a barely discernable licking of dry lips. 

I sensed that 'Dick Rampant' and I now commanded the situation as the quartet were visibly cowed by the sheer dimensions of my cock. 

To tell the truth I was also somewhat surprised at its new and fearsome size and I realized that the years of enforced masturbation had obviously been performed on a semi-erection and it had taken the sight of real feminine flesh to arouse it to its present proportions. 

"Well, come on then. You all promised to show me your boobs so lets be having you. Oh and by the way, keep your blouses on but lets have them bra's off please." 

Like automatons, they acquiesced and soon an untidy heap of frothy undergarments were placed next to me on the bench. 

The ensuing sight of eight glorious teenage breasts, proudly protruding, with not a nipple pointing south, prompted an automatic reaction as I reached instinctively for my now throbbing penis. 

"And I think we can also dispense with the 'no touching' rule," I added, reaching out with my free hand to grasp young Fliss's pert breast, which turned out to be hard yet yielding at the same time and felt her rubbery nipple blossom under the attention of my questing fingers. 

She endeavoured a half-hearted attempt to back away from my attentions until a particularly sensuous tweak at the blood-gorged nipple convinced her that there was more to be gained by offering submission. 

As though mesmerised, the other three maidens approached him, almost fighting each other to present their wares for his attention -- They were not to be disappointed as in turn he caressed each firm breast, feeling rosy nipples mature to previously unachieved dimensions. 

Even little Shilpa felt a mounting excitement as Tom kissed each dark and generous nipple and was rewarded when he felt her soft brown hand brush gently against his burning bell-end. 

Encouraged by the girls' apparent submission, He cautiously reached under Tracy's skirt and rubbed his hand across the crotch of her white cotton panties and was not surprised to feel the spreading dampness that oozed from her aroused pussy. 

She smiled as she anticipated his lewd intentions and enthusiastically assisted his quest by hooking both thumbs around the elasticated top and brazenly slipping the tiny garment down to her ankles and smartly stepping out of them. 

Freed of the encumbrance, there was now nothing to prevent Danny from slipping his finger deep into the receptive opening of her now sopping cunt. 

Again as one, taking their signal from Tracy, the girls removed their panties and they joined the other discarded garments on the bench. One by one they allowed my questing fingers to invade their most private part. 

All that is except for little Shilpa and though she hung back I could see that she was intrigued and excited by the vaginal explorations I was performing on her more brazen companions. 

It had not appeared to worry her when she had bereft herself of her knickers and exposed the slit of a barely formed quim, but she was obviously not going to permit me the joy of fingering it, although her own slim fingers I noticed were gently gliding across the long weeping slit. 

Still, no matter, I had three others that were benefiting from my wholehearted ministrations as I varied my fondling between deep insertion and clitoral stimulation. 

All three by now had overcome their initial fear and awe of my cock and had rapidly progressed from a sly touch to actually grasping the shaft and milking at it. Fliss however was the first to bend and brush her lips lightly across the bulging helmet. 

I encouraged this manoeuvre by a slight pelvic thrust, which parted her now trembling lips and allowed a portion of my cock to enter her mouth. 

The sensation further stimulated her as without further prompting she opened her mouth to the maximum and took in not only the full head but a couple of inches of the rigid shaft as well. 

She looked at me with her bright hazel eyes as if seeking approval of achieving such a task. I nodded appreciatively and was rewarded to see another three inches or so slide in. This I realized was her limit, yet I was quite content. 

However Sammy had other ideas as she grasped with both hands the un-swallowed portion of my dick and began to milk it hard and fast. I wasn't sure if Fliss was enjoying the sensation of my penis bouncing up and down in her mouth, but she hung on in there gamely. 

Of course the inevitable occurred. The familiar tightening in my testicles now heralded the violent eruption that was to come. I half-heartedly attempted to remove my cock only to be checked by a brief shake of the head from Fliss. 

I guessed that mine was not the first cock to enter her mouth but I was confident it was without argument the largest. 

The first spurting exploded from my cock slit and instantly filled what little space remained in Fliss's mouth. Instinct kicked in and she swallowed eagerly. The second wave was abundant; the third bountiful the fourth fifth and sixth mind-blowing. 

Each was handled expertly and dispatched into her stomach -- apart from that last profuse shipment, which somehow she managed to keep in her mouth as she slowly extracted herself from my still solid cock. 

With cheeks bulging she leaned across to Sammy who was still milking the last drops of semen from me. It was obvious they had acted out this scenario before as Sammy now opened wide her mouth and took in the steaming gobbet that Fliss offered her. 

I was fascinated by this ritual and not surprised when Tracy also received a goodly glob from Sammy before turning her attention to my glistening cock and hungrily slurped up the remaining dregs of my seed. 

What did surprise me was when Shilpa went over to Tracy and took into her own sweet mouth the musky remains and with obvious pleasure swallowed it down with relish, completing the act by licking the spillages from the faces of her companions. 

What a strange girl I mused. Won't let me finger her pussy but lapping up my spunk like a kitten with cream. 

My reverie was broken as I realized that Sammy was now taking her turn at swallowing my cock, but managed little more than Fliss had achieved. 

It took slightly longer to reach ejaculation this second time, despite the added bonus of Tracy and Fliss attempting to smother me with their tits while I frigged at their hungry little cunts. 

When I eventually 'came', the cum-swallowing ritual was repeated, culminating in Shilpa once again swallowing the lot with unadulterated desire and sexual delight. 

I next turned my attention to Tracy and offered her the opportunity to practice the ancient art of fellatio on my ever-rigid cock. 

"I'd rather have it up my pussy than in my mouth," she declared lustily. 

"Don't suppose your carrying any 'rubbers'?" She enquired hopefully before adding, 

"Then again I doubt that there are any on the market that would fit that monster of yours though." 

"Not to worry my little sexpot. I may drown you in cum but I won't make you pregnant. I had the 'snip' years ago in anticipation of such an occasion as this." 

With a huge sigh of relief and requiring no further enticement, she clambered on my lap, pulled up the now crumpled skirt and placed her juicy gaping cunt hole on top of my ever-receptive and hungry cock. 

Again I was amazed as six inch flew in before a slight resistance was encountered. I was obviously not the first to enter 'pussyland' but from the now apprehensive look on her young face, I was certainly the largest. 

I think it was the girth that did it as I could just about make out that both her inner and outer labia were approaching their elastic limit. 

"Do you want to stop?" I queried. 

"Maybe I'm to much for you?" She was weighing up the odds when she caught sight of the 'told you so' smirk on Sammy's face.

"Fuck it!" She exclaimed hoarsely. "Give me all you've got big boy." 

With that she rammed herself hard down on to my cock, allowing a further six-inch to enter truly 'virgin' territory. 

How those lips expanded to take the full girth I'll never know, and yet again how I can maintain a near permanent erection while my balls continue to generate limitless fountains of spunk is as big a mystery. 

Tracy now began to move up and down on my weapon, cautiously at first and then with increasing vigour. Her twat was instinctively pumping out juices that had the dual effect of heightening her sexual drive and cooling and lubricating the pathway into her womb. 

A shadow crossed her flawless face as a further glance at the action revealed that there was at least another six inches of fat cock positioned outside of her well-filled fanny. 

Now it was obvious that phrases like 'half-measures' and 'it's quite impossible' did not rank highly in her vocabulary and gritting her teeth, she half-rose from her sexual impalement, hesitated for a brief moment, then with a screech worthy of a banshee, she drove herself down onto my still iron hard and unyielding cock. 

Her whole slight body trembled, partly in exquisite pain but mainly in the sublime achievement of reaching a sexual zenith. 

A furtive glance below at last revealed belly-to-belly contact. Beads of sweat glistened on her brow as she cast a smile of total approval at me for providing her with a truly unforgettable experience. 

As her next climax engulfed her, we both felt the relief of being bathed in her sweet-smelling and sensuous fluids. She bent her head closer to me and whispered that now I should now fuck her hard. 

In answer I gently kissed each glistening nipple before grasping her narrow waist and lifting her up until only my gargantuan glans remained within her. A momentary shadow flitted across her brow until she realized my intention. 

With a power born of many years of pent up sexual frustrations, I thrust the unyielding shaft savagely back inside her. She yelped again as she felt its massive dimensions engulfing her. 

Again I repeated the procedure and her bright blue eyes began to glaze over with the sheer ecstasy of such a unique experience. 

The now sopping passage which prior to this encounter had been breached on three occasions by pricks that at best had barely realized seven inches, was now been pummelled by a penis almost three times this length. 

As my cock continued its ruthless battering within the depths of her vaginal canal, Tracy's cries decreased to a soft mewling, interspaced with plaintive cries that began as a reasonably demure request to; 

"Fuck me - fuck me hard -- fuck me long," only to degenerate to bestial utterances that consisted of demands such as;

"Ram that massive cock up my cunt you bastard" and "Make my cunt your own -- ram it -- fuck it - shag it -- eat it -- shoot your spunky load deep into my burning twat hole." 

It was not that I really needed the encouragement but it did no harm as I attempted to synchronize my thrusting to her increasing demands, which now included, 

"Finger my asshole - suck my titties hard -- bite my hot nipples raw." All very clear instructions with which I duly obliged. 

But all good things must reach a climax and despite the fact that Tracy had achieved at least half-a-dozen mind-blowing orgasms under my manic ministrations, mine came rather quicker than I had hoped. 

The usual half pint of 'jizz' was duly pumped into Tracy's battered cunt before she reluctantly extricated herself from my cock with a long plaintive sigh. 

No sooner was it free before 'shy' little Shilpa was on to it, licking it clean in less than a minute. 

Fliss had also dived between Tracy's legs and literally 'hoovered' the heady mixture of spunk and love juices from her now gaping pussy, licking her lips in satisfaction of a task she obviously considered well done.

As I sought a few minutes rest from these labours of love, I mused again at Shilpa's odd behaviour. It was pretty clear that although she positively hungered after semen, no one was gonna get anywhere near that small but quite delectable cunt. 

I wondered if there was any sexual activity in which she would take an active role. As if in answer to my ponderings, she leaned close to my ear and whispered,

"Now Mr Danny, please lie prostrate on the bench." 

She had arranged the cast-off undergarments of her and her friends into a makeshift bed on which I duly lay down, savouring lasciviously the youthful yet pungent aromas that arose from the leaked juices that had abundantly stained the crotch area of the now discarded panties. 

As I lay on my back contemplating the designs she had on me, my dick now perpendicular with my body and pointing skyward like a mini flagpole, she whispered again softly in my ear. 

"What you are about to experience will raise you to another level both sexually and physical. Be not afraid of the occurrence but accept and enjoy it. My only advice is to drink deeply when the chance presents itself." 

With these perplexing yet unfathomable words echoing around my head, she climbed on top of me and assumed the classic '69' position. 

As she nonchalantly engulfed my throbbing member between cool lips, she thrust her petite yet compact buttocks towards my face, arched her back and took in twelve inches of cock in one movement. 

The action caused the long slit of her pussy to part slightly, exposing the largest clitoris I have ever seen. 

It dangled tantalizingly close to my mouth and without a care for the consequences I took it deep into my mouth where it swelled and expanded to unbelievable proportions. 

As I sucked and nuzzled the female prick I felt my own manhood being inexorably drawn deeper down Shilpa's throat. 

The first discharge took me completely unawares and at first I thought that the little minx was pissing in me until I realized that the thin oily liquid was not urine but the product of her sexual glands. 

I remembered her advice and drank deeply of the translucent liquor. It was unbelievable! The aphrodisiacal effect was instantaneous as I felt my cock expand to previously unattained and quite fearful dimensions.

My head spun alarmingly hinting that there was a narcotic or hallucinatory element present and the taste -- oh that taste - it was of pure nectar. 

I drank like a parched soul who has stumbled onto an oasis. My dick felt like a snake about to shed its skin as I realized that it was now completely and totally inside Shilpa. 

She then began the first sensual gyrations with her mouth that sent what felt like electric shocks that travelled deep in the core of my shaft, only to explode at the very tip. Was I experiencing an early climax? No! It was far more intense than any normal coming. 

A sudden downward thrust of her head initiated the second 'shock', which also released the second wave of those heavenly juices that I drank down greedily. 

Once more my prick felt as though it was expanding further. But how could it? There was just nowhere for it to go -- or so I thought! 




A Star is 'Porn'



The ritual continued for what appeared to be hours but as I learnt later it was barely ten minutes. On the final release of Shilpa's oily nectar, which was consumed with as much passion as the first, she slowly began to release my cock. 

As the now purple hued glans came free I heard a concerted gasp from the three young voyeurs, who had observed with intense concentration the sexual activities performed before them. 

I glanced up to perceive the reason for their apparent astonishment and almost collapsed at what I beheld. My penis still stood firm and proud, except that it now appeared to be about two foot long and almost as thick as my arm. 

With a unified shriek of delight, Sammy, Tracy and Fliss reached out to the risen juggernaut, only to be instantly rebuked by a now wild-eyed Shilpa who screamed at them,

"Leave it be! -- It is now mine alone - for the moment." 

I hesitated, wondering what my next move should be. The erstwhile manipulation of my dick, combined with the copious draughts of Shilpa's heady infusion, without me reaching a natural climax, had left me almost suicidal with pent up frustration. 

I knew I just had to insert my penis into something juicy and willing and wasn't particularly worried as to the name of the donor or the nature of the orifice. 

As if reading my thoughts, Shilpa, who was now standing with her back to me, legs akimbo, slowly bent down. As she did so, what I had presumed would be a tight little anus suddenly flowered and opened to reveal an opening of unnatural proportions. 

Once again my dick took immediate command of the situation and I found myself with my engorged bell-end poised over that remarkable bum hole. 

There is no doubt that yesterday's cock would have encountered little opposition in breeching the opening before it. However the new version now met with quite stern resistance as it attempted to 'breech the threshold'. 

Nevertheless my penis was not in the mood to be denied access to this sweet-smelling crater and one muscular heave later saw a good ten inches disappear into the seemingly bottomless maw. 

Shilpa began a rhythmic and sensuous chant as she now slowly rotated her dusky buttocks, which had the effect of drawing more and more of Danny's dick inside her. 

The sensations coursing through his whole frame were mind-blowing and as each throbbing inch was consumed he was lifted to a higher plane of passion. 

The rotational speed increased until finally and defying all the laws of dimensional proportions, the whole of his twenty-four inch long penis was inside Shilpa, who now let out a grunt of approval and satisfaction as she amended the movements of her lithe young body. 

The effect was now such that the shaft was plunging in and out. The unbelieving spectators were treated to the sight of a massive cock driving in and out of an eager asshole. 

The extraordinary action became almost a blur before Danny at last climaxed and gushed forth with such a volume of spunk you could have bathed in it, and yet as he withdrew, allowing three hungry mouths to lap at the expected excess, there was none to be seen. 

His total liquid output, which had indeed been prodigious, had been fully retained within Shilpa's slight yet deceptive frame. Even his dick, whilst still bone-hard was also bone-dry. 

Shilpa slowly emerged from her trance-like state and looked around her. A knowing smile drifted across her face as she beheld our bemusement. 

"I know you all have many questions such as how can a penis grow to such a size? How can my frail body take it all in without consequence? How can my little yoni produce such a volume of juices? How can such a prodigious amount of semen stay within my body -- Well, let's just say that the Kama Sutra has served my people well, and whilst it is written that I must remain a vaginal virgin until betrothed, it has taught us many alternative ways to participate in achieving sexual gratification. 

But Danny, you may be disappointed to learn that the increase to your penis length is not permanent and by tomorrow will have reduced to its previous but still impressive size. However, should we meet again then I can promise a similar experience if you are willing" 

"Phew! Shilpa, you got me all excited again you little tease," I countered, waving my now fully erect penis in her direction. 

Sammy however was the first to react as she grabbed fiercely at my swollen and distended member. 

"Whoa there girl," I admonished. 

"I think we've partaken of enough alfresco fucking. If you are all happy to continue, well my humble little condo is not far, and besides I think that rain is threatening and we don't want those slick little pussies to get wet now do we -- not with rain anyway?" 

The unrestrained laughter that ensued convinced me that my suggestion was meeting with universal approval. The four girls dressed hurriedly and we then set off to walk the mile or so to my place. 

The events that then followed were much as those that had been enjoyed earlier, except that a soft bed, which if anything increased the pleasure of the many suckings and fuckings that followed, had replaced the hard bench. 

STARBURST

Such earthly pleasures however cannot last for ever and although the sexy quartet visited him on and off for a year or so, they eventually graduated to pastures new and Danny, for the next ten years or so was once again committed to seek sexual gratification from his own hand (and mouth) -- Until one fateful day----.

'Ding-dong' went the front door bell. Danny had just settled down with a cold beer and one of those 'special' books; you know the ones I mean, those that are delivered in plain brown envelopes, usually with a Dutch or German post-mark. 

This one looked a 'cracker' and he was not right pleased to be so rudely interrupted before even having a chance to open it.

"Hope it's not that bloody brush salesman again or worse still -- those 'bible-punchers'," he muttered to myself. 

"I'll be punching them if they don't get the message -- I'm beyond salvation."

When he opened the front door however, his spirits rose (along with a more intimate part of his anatomy). There, clutching a clipboard and pen was a young lady of perhaps 19 or 20. 

She was about 5foot 4inches tall with dark hair and eyes; full red lips; a cute little nose and despite wearing a rather baggy anorak, Danny reckoned she had about a 36D bust. He resolved there and then to have some of whatever she had on offer.

"Good morning," she said breezily. 

"Would you mind if I asked you a few personal questions for a very important survey?"

"Ask whatever you like my dear," I responded. 

"As long as you will not be offended if the answers are -- shall we say -- a little too personal."

"Not at all Sir! We've been carefully trained to expect the strangest and kinkiest of answers, especially as some of the questions are -- shall we say -- a little near the knuckle. Would it be all right if I came in. I'm sure it would be much more comfortable for the both of us."

"Sure thing," I responded with unrestrained alacrity. 

"As long as you don't mind a bit of a mess."

"No problem Sir. As long as there's somewhere to park my ass I'll be fine." 

Danny immediately had this mental image of her 'parking her ass' on his cock but realised that situations like that only happened in books or at the movies -- but then again - did they?

The first thing she saw as she entered the living room was the 'special' book that Danny had carelessly tossed onto the sofa. It had fallen open to reveal a double page spread of a cute little miss about to 'gobble' this well endowed black man. 

He Hastily closed it and placed it behind a cushion but did not miss the mischievous little smile she gave him.

"I think that this is going to make my task much easier, now that I can see your taste in art and literature," she giggled. 

"It will certainly cut out the first 30 questions for sure. Do you mind if I take my coat off?" she asked. Danny nodded in the affirmative. 

Talk about eye-popping! Her 'mini' barely covered her pussy and her black thong was plain to see. She was wearing a white low cut blouse but hadn't bothered with a bra. 

It was then that Danny realized that his estimate of 36D was way out. Now freed from the constraints of her coat, he could see that 36E was nearer the mark. How they protruded so prominently from her chest without sagging he could never hope to guess, but the sight was truly breath-taking.

After telling her that his name was Danny and that he was 52 and never married but adding with a sly wink that he knew the score, she told him that she could skip the next set of questions and 'cut to the chase'.

"Do you like sex?" She asked demurely. 

Danny was rather taken aback at the forthright question but deliberately answered provocatively that he loved it, but because of certain historical circumstances his sexual gratification had, apart from the odd occasion, been self-administered, hence the 'special' book for multi wanking sessions. 

Sue, as she then told him was her name, didn't bat an eyelid but shifted uneasily on her seat to reveal even more of her shapely legs and black undergarment which barely contained the black bush of her profuse though silky pubic hair.

"What a waste of good spunk," she responded, licking her full lips, her eyes now fixed on my expanding crotch. 

"Now Danny, the 64-dollar question -- how big is your dick?" 

Now being a firm believer in the old saying that actions speak louder than words and realizing that if he didn't free it soon, his cock would be busting through his trousers. He quickly unzipped his fly so that Sue could make her own estimate as to the length and girth of his penis. 

Now Danny had never been one to blow his own trumpet but usually when the ladies saw his cock for the first time, the usual reaction was either 'bloody hell' or 'which horse did you steal that from?'

Sue said nothing but rather reached for her coat to retrieve a tape rule and as though she performed this task every day (which later he learned was almost true), she measured his cock.

"Mmm, not bad for 52 years old. 20inch long with a girth of 10; I bet that's stretched a few pussies and anal cavities in its time." 

Danny was forced to admit that of the very few girls that he had managed to persuade to take it up the pussy, there had only been two that had allowed it anywhere near the 'rear entrance'. 

It was an activity that Danny had often yearned to experience again, he added, as he wistfully thought of his sexy Mom and the dusky Shilpa, but as yet any repeat performances of 'Backdoor Action' remained but a delightful dream.

"Could be the day dreams come true Danny boy," she answered suggestively. 

"But first lets see how it copes with a nice sloppy cunt." 

Danny didn't need a second invite. Within seconds he had stripped the blouse and skirt from her shapely body and whipped the skimpy thong from her legs while she had quickly divested him of his clothes. 

She sat him down on the chair and straddled him backwards; grasped his now pulsating penis and swiftly guided it towards her moist and hungry young cunt.

Sue eased down, gently at first, onto his stiff prick. As the first 6inches slid effortlessly in, they both let out sighs of utter content. 

Her next manoeuvre was more unexpected but still exhilarating as she dropped like a stone onto his impressive manhood, which impaled her on its full 20inch -- and she never even blinked! 

It was only later that Danny learned that she had taken her first 20incher on her 18th birthday, apparently from the college janitor who was known among her peers as 'Broom Handle Billy' (I wonder why?). 

Since then she had graduated her way steadily through the lengths and girths and had recently taken a Jamaican prick that was all of 24inches long and with a head circumference that would barely fit in a half-pint pot. 

She then began to rise and fall onto his throbbing prick with measured strokes. The rhythm gradually increased until it reached a peak. This was maintained for a good 5 minutes, and Danny mused that one good thing about age is that premature ejaculation is virtually unheard of. 

Inevitably there had to be a conclusion. Just when Sue was thinking 'is he never going to come', he came - and how! 

Danny didn't think he'd ever loosed such a flood of semen since he had been a teenager. So liberal was its volume that it was seeping out of Sue's cavernous cunt and dripping onto his belly.

When she realized he was almost drained, she removed herself from his dick and quenched her thirst by lapping at the warm and salty cum that still dribbled from his dick. A few slurps later and after some gentle teasing of his cock head, it was again ready for action.

"That was good Danny and 'though you 'only' have 20inch you certainly know haw to use it. Now how would you like to stick it up my ass?" 

With that she promptly raised her legs high and grasped and spread the cheeks of her firm butt to reveal an asshole that had obviously taken much bigger cocks than Danny's. 

Suffice it to say that despite its gaping dimensions, his dick certainly enjoyed the journey into that dark cavern and it took a good 20 minutes of solid pounding before he finally shot another copious load of spunk deep into her slippery rectum.

When Danny finally withdrew his battered prick and after Sue had spent the next few minutes licking away all traces of both their juices, she finally told him the real reason for the survey. 

Apparently, Sue worked for a porn film studio and they were busily casting for a big incest epic to be called 'Keep it in the Family'. They had filled all the roles apart from the horny granddad, which it transpires, gets to fuck every legal female member of the extended family. 

The casting problem had been to find a granddad figure with a big enough cock to satisfy the expectations of the 'coat across the knees brigade', and who could maintain an erection through a series of multi penetrations.

"Now I don't want you to get the wrong idea about our business Danny. Yea! I must say that some of the younger 'stars' look like they should still be at school but I assure you they're all above the legal age for taking cock. You'd be surprised what you can achieve with the right lighting and make-up," Sue giggled mischievously. 

"Now I want you to come to this address next Friday where we'll find out if the camera likes that cock of yours as much as I did. Try to be celibate in between and recharge those sagging testicles of yours," she added with a smile. 

"You'll probably be expected to make up to half a dozen penetrations, plus a few hand and blowjobs. It sounds erotic but it's bloody hard work as well as being highly rewarding." 

Just the thought of this promised multi-fucking made Danny's prick rise again and he assured Sue that nothing would prevent him from keeping the appointment.

The following Friday found Danny in the foyer of the film studio where the smiling Sue met him.

"Glad you could make it Danny. We're just about ready for you," she added. 

She led me up a flight of stairs into a small anteroom that was bare except for a kneeling-stool and a small hard-backed chair.

"Just whip out your cock Danny and Tiffany will join you shortly. She's our senior "fluffer' and it's her job to ensure that your ready for the shoot." 

A minute later I was sitting on the chair staring at my rather limp cock. I thought I'd better see if I could inspire some life into it and so began to lovingly work it.

"Hey! Danny boy. Want to get me fired? That's my job," said a sultry voice from the doorway. 

My god, she was gorgeous. All she wore was a miniscule thong that covered very little. Her long blonde hair tumbled round her shoulders and draped across perfectly shaped tits that were tipped with the firmest and most suckable nipples that Danny had seen for a long time; and she was looking hungrily straight at him.

His cock came to attention in an instant as he visualised slipping it between those perfect twin peaks. He thought at first that his chance of tweaking those luscious nipples had passed as the 'stonker' he now had was (or so he thought) as good as it gets. 

Fortunately for him he was wrong and after five minutes of expert fellatio by Tiffany, his cock had reached proportions that he wouldn't have thought possible. 

When she then led him to the studio door, it stood at right angles from his belly and had appeared to have gained gained at least another inch both in length and girth.

Ivan, the director of the film, stood in the doorway and eyed his cock with obvious approval.

"Right Danny. Nothing to demanding in the acting field on this first take. Just go with the flow as the girls appear and do and say whatever feels appropriate to the situation. And remember, whatever you see or hear today, I promise you every one of our girls and boys are at least 18 years old." 

Danny nodded dumbly as he opened the door wider to reveal a rather dishevelled bed on which was sitting a young girl, who the director informed him, was his 'granddaughter' Rosie, home from college. 

Young appeared to be the operative word and if he hadn't been previously informed, he would have sworn she was much younger than 18. 

She had pigtails; a face of pure innocence and was partially dressed in college uniform with a white blouse open to reveal barely formed breast mounds, with only the substantial nipple size and colouration revealing her true age. 

With one hand she was fingering the stiff elongated nipples while the other was up her revealing skirt, with fingers apparently dipping in to an equally tiny cunt. 

She was moaning and her eyes rolled as the questing with both hands became more urgent. Then she saw Danny framed in the doorway, his cock standing even prouder from his aching loins.

"Oh! Grandpa, what are you doing in my room. You must think I'm awful playing with myself but I can't help it. It must be in the genes," she simpered as she looked with unrestrained yearning at his large and jutting cock.

"I know its wrong but do you think I could stroke that big willie of yours. I've seen a few at college but never one quite that big." 

With that she withdrew her hands from her own erogenous zones and reached out imploringly to him. Danny needed no second bidding and within seconds her child-like hands were grasping at his throbbing cock while he lovingly explored her barely formed boobs. 

"Finger my tight little quim grandpa. It feels so hot and sticky," she implored as she hastily pulled aside the skirt and lowered her rather prim cream coloured panties, now stained with her sweet smelling juices.

As Danny slipped in his index figure, he realized that this was no virgin. However the hole was relatively tight and would probably take some of his substantial cock with a little persuasion. As though she was reading his mind, she whispered suggestively in my ear, 

"Would you like to fuck me Grandpa? I'd love to feel that lovely big willie sliding into my tight little pussy hole." 

Danny needed no further persuasion and soon his discarded jeans and shirt lay adjacent to Rosie's hastily cast aside knickers. 

She eased into position with the camera following to get the best possible shot. Danny's prick felt like it would explode at any moment and he knew he had to 'dip' it before he spurted all over that angelic looking face. As the first few inches entered there was very little resistance. 

"Oh Grandpa, that's so nice. It feels so hot and hard inside my pussy. I hope there's some more to follow," she simpered impudently. 

He could contain myself no longer and soon half of the penile shaft was up her warm and welcoming young cunt.




A Star is 'Porn'



"Now Grandpa, fuck me to heaven!" she groaned as she thrust a long slender finger up his ass. 

Danny shagged at the little pussy like he had never done before, but ensuring that no more than half its length penetrated her, while she thrashed and moaned on the bed.

"Oh god! I'm coming, I'm coming," she screamed, arching her back to induce further penetration. 

At the moment the door opened again and a young woman of about 35 or so entered the room.

"Dad! What do think you are doing?"

"Don't blame Grandpa Auntie Vi. It was my fault really. I saw his big willie and just had to have some up me. Besides, he hasn't 'creamed' yet so it's not like a real shag -- is it?" 

Danny took his cue from this last remark and added,

"Well that's true and if I don't 'cream' soon my balls are going to explode," he quipped.

"You're a horny bastard dad. Can't keep that cock of yours out of a cunt or an asshole for more than a couple of hours can you. Well we don't want spunk up the walls again do we? And as cousin Wesley's made my cunt sore with that 25inch weapon of his, you'd better slide your meat up my asshole and relief yourself." She assumed a position that revealed an anus as round; vast and deep as the Lincoln Tunnel. Danny stormed in like a 30ton juggernaut and a minute later was spraying her rectal passage with a bountiful supply of hot steamy spunk that eventually dribbled from that vast, much visited canyon to finally bathe and cool the overworked lips of her generous cunt. 

Vi's sigh was a mixture of relief and intense pleasure as she turned and nodded at me with complete approval on her smiling face.

"Well I'd forgive anything after that ride Dad. I swear that prick of yours gets bigger every time you shag me, and I must admit that our first fuck was just after my 18th birthday."

"Vi! Is that you in Rosie's room?" Came a call from outside the door. 

"I hope your not letting her suck that ugly cunt of yours. You know it's my turn next." 

The door opened and in walked the oldest nude Danny had ever seen. She must have been 80 if she was a day. Her tits hung loose and had seen better days, yet the outsize nipples still looked eminently 'suckable'. 

The wrinkled folds of her outer labia could be quite clearly seen as they hung loose between her scrawny legs and barely covered a cunt orifice, the likes of which Danny had never seen. 

She gazed at the scene before her, noting Vi's gaping asshole, still dripping cum and little Rosie fervently fisting her sexy aunties gaping twat. Her eyes then alighted on my drooping cock and she cackled,

"There you are Danny. You're a very naughty boy, looking for some fresh pussy before you've finished your Mom off and by the look of that limp dick of yours, one of these two must have a cunt or asshole full of man cream," she admonished with a leer on her ancient face. 

"Still! No matter. You've got to make me come before I go to Bingo. Now get over here and lets see if I can suck some life back into that sagging prick of yours."

'Mom' was obviously no amateur at fellatio and with a combination of deep throating my cock and poking her long bony finger up Danny's ass, his previously limp cock soon regained its full imposing dimensions. 

Satisfied that it would now fuck, she quickly assumed the doggie position and thrust out the biggest cunt he had ever laid my eyes on. It was pierced at both ends and Danny was convinced that the rings acted as staples to keep her labia lips in place.

The sight was both offensive yet somehow erotic and before he'd realised it, he found myself parting those ancient piss flaps with his now revived cock. 

'Mom' had certainly learned some tricks in her time and as his purple bell-end slid by her well-formed 'clit', the muscular contractions of her cunt walls drew it ever deeper inside her like some erotic magnet and soon his balls were bouncing of those leathery labial lips.

"Oh! Sonny. I bet you were a stallion in a previous life. That meat of yours is certainly finding the spot," she moaned as he obligingly thrust even harder and was not surprised to find that eventually even his balls were stuffed inside her substantial twat orifice. 

The burden did not appear to cause her any distress; on the contrary, her cries were now for more than even he could ever hope to give her. 

Eventually he came to his own climax and despite the many ejaculations of that horny day, Danny believed that the volume that gushed from his jerking knob-end would have satisfied even this old whore.

"Cut! Cut! That was fine Danny," bawled the director. 

"I'm sure we can make a star out of that genatalia of yours, but I think it's done enough for one day. Now the shooting begins in earnest next month, so before then we really need to get you in shape. Ideally I'd like to get a little more bulk on that dick of yours." 

Danny politely enquired as to how he could achieve that in such a short time but was informed with a sly wink that it was a 'Trade Secret'.

All he needed to know was that it would be achieved by taking certain drugs and potions; the tender application of various creams and oils; stimulation from a combination of electrical and mechanical contrivances, plus some expert manual manipulation from the lovely Sue and Tiffany. 

The next few weeks were probably some of the happiest in his life, at least from the time when he realized that a dick was not just for pissing through. Danny had told the neighbours that he and a couple of buddies were going on a fishing holiday for a few weeks and that he was hoping to return with a real 'big 'un'. 

When he arrived at Sue's little cottage in the country, he found her and Tiffany, completely naked, setting out what we later christened the 'Action Room' with a variety of oils; creams and other mysterious looking potions. 

The first thing they did was strip Danny of all his clothing and proceeded to measure the length and girth of his dick. 

This proved somewhat tricky as the measurement kept changing as the two naked babes handled his monster prick.

"17inch", said Sue as she passed the tape to Tif'.

"Well I make it nearer 18," she replied, passing the tape and his prick back to Sue.

"No, I reckon it's a good 19inch now," giggled Sue, returning the compliment.

"Make that 20," sighed Tif' as she pushed back the remaining foreskin, freeing totally the smooth and shiny helmet. 

"On second thoughts make it 21," she mumbled as she placed her generous lips around the impressive protuberance.

"21.5 I make it," exclaimed a business-like Sue as she eased her friend of Danny's knob-end just when it was getting interesting. 

"There will be plenty of opportunities for that when we get the statistics sorted. You know that Ivan won't be happy unless we return Danny with at least 24inch of cock." 

Danny gulped hastily at this last remark and although he wasn't averse to sporting a 24inch dick, he failed to see how even these two lovelies, with all their equipment, could achieve such growth. 

Still, it promised to be fun trying and he somehow knew that he was going to be more than a willing guinea pig.

That night, after an excellent supper that included numerous supplements, which the girls told him would encourage penile growth, the three of them retired to a well-appointed boudoir and there, stretched naked on a king-size bed, we watched 'blue movies' on a gigantic plasma screen TV. 

It was no surprise that within minutes his stiff cock was throbbing noticeably at the action on the screen and even less of a surprise to find both Sue and Tif' vying for a mouthful of the expanding monster.

"Steady girls. There's enough for both of you," he moaned as they each attempted to deep-throat his cock. 

Eventually he decided to lie back and let them get on with it. He was past caring if it was better to be sucked-off by a blonde with big nipples or a brunette with a cunt to die for. 

God! What was in those supplements he wondered as half-an-hour later both girls had 'swallowed' half his prick while jerking hard on the other half? 

By rights he should have shot his load ages ago, but here he was, feeling deliciously horny with no signs of an ejaculation. 

By now, both women had tired of feeling his dick in their throats and were anxious for it to penetrate orifices new. 

Tif' was first to present herself as she knelt on the bad and thrust her moist cunt into Danny's face. He sucked hungrily at her delectable femininity as the musk-laden juices were eagerly swallowed. 

Her soft mewling suddenly became more strident and she demanded with squeals of unbridled passion that he should now fuck her stupid. 

Needing no second bidding, he wiped the succulent love juice from his lips and positioned his cock against the blood-gorged labial lips and prepared to take her 'doggy style' 

She was so receptive that with four sharp thrusts his balls were slapping against her sodden cunt lips as her hands tore at the rumpled sheets in a mixture of exquisite pain and sheer ecstasy. -----

And so it continued over the next couple of weeks. Danny reckoned he shagged both those girls in every conceivable position and then some. 

These regular copulation sessions were only interrupted by his taking those special drugs and potions that were spoken of earlier and the tender application of various creams and oils and penile stimulation from an assortment of strange electrical and mechanical contrivances. 

Suffice it to say that this heady combination certainly did the trick and by the end of the 'treatment' Danny's dick was over 27inches long with a girth to match.

Needless to say when he presented myself to Ivan he was so impressed that his career as a porn stud was now virtually guaranteed. 

Danny's first starring role was a huge box office success and if he'd shagged half of the women who wrote to him about the possibility, he'd have been fucking 24/7 until he was 100. 

He was billed as 'Danny Devon -- The man with 27'. He made over 100 films and fucked some of the most gorgeous women in the industry during his long and lusty career. 

Sadly though, all good things are destined to end and the time came when Danny found it increasingly difficult to maintain a day long erection or to cum more than five times a day. 

Lucky for him though the porn industry sponsors a fine retirement home where many of the aging studs, including Danny are now spending their twilight years. 

Fortunately old habits die hard and they still have twice weekly 'card' sessions with the specially selected nurses and staff. 

"What games do they play?" I hear you ask. 

"Well,it's just a front really so's not to frighten some of the newer gals," says Danny.

"Suffice it to say that it always ends with a group shagging session," he added with a grin. 

"Funnily enough I believe that there's a game tonight with all the usual suspects, with I understand a couple of new girls barely out of college -- Should be fun -- Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime!"

Ends



A Star to Steer Her By



"All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by."--John Masefield, "Sea-Fever" (1902)

I.

"Did they explain why?"

"Come to bed."

"Did they say anything at all? A hint?"

"It's exactly what you think."

"O ... fucking hell. And you're going?"

"Yes."

"When? How much time do we have?"

"Hours ... minutes ... they're coming for me right now."

"What?! 'Minutes'? You don't say 'Come to bed' when you only have fifteen fucking minutes left!"

"I thought you might want ... a quickie."

"Are you joking about this? You're getting taken away from me and you think that the only thing on my mind is fucking? I don't even know how to respond to that."

"I know. When they told me I knew I was either going to laugh or cry. I want you to remember me laughing."

Then she awoke, drifting above an October night sky full of other people's passions, frustrated once more.

Lubusha had been floating, making little gasps in her REM sleep, releasing quivering bubbles of sweat that oozed from her pores and broke free, pearls free-hanging in zero-gravity, filling the cramped capsule with the fragrance of dread, regret and girl-cum. She had found that she could masturbate, in theory, while still dressed up in her bulky flight suit, but it was torturous affair; getting her fingers to shuffle, clumsily, down between the three protective layers that she wore, finding the zipper to the inner liquid cooling garment, designed, like everything else on this rocket, for men, and, by pulling the slit wide open at the crotch, she could just barely feel the cool, recycled air lapping gently at her perspiring cunt.

Framed in the small window set in the side of the capsule Australia slowly swam into focus below her. There wasn't a close-circuit video in her craft, everything was linked up by radios; a realization that at first made her bemused her, then happy at the thought that no one would be watching her, but now it was just boring. Her only audience was the curved surface of the Earth and it wasn't exactly as if the planet was going to stand up and cheer every time she pressed her round, curvaceous ass against the window. How many of those who were gazing up into the heavens right at that moment suspected that Major Lubusha Zhdanov, decorated Hero of the Soviet Union, had been entertaining herself for the last 42-hours with clit pounding, hip grinding, finger fucking orgasm after orgasm? Probably no one, not even her. That was a shame, letting all that fun go to waste. She loved being watched, showing off as her dripping, furry girl-lips clasped onto whatever huge plunging dildo she was using at the time. Without an audience cosmonaut pornography just wasn't the same.

She fingered the O-2 hose that ran from her unzipped suit into a processor nearby; lay upon her back in the acceleration chair, closing her eyes as she heard, once again, her calling out her name. She loved that husky, Siberian accent, making all her vowels sounds like Billie Holiday crooning the blues. Reaching inside her suit Lubusha began to stroke her nipples, coaxing them, erectile tissue bloated with blood, to rise as bidden, hidden as they were, just then, under thick, thermal-mylar fabric. She slid her free hand down the slope of her stomach, imagining that it was her hand that was caressing Lubusha's downy, moist mound. Between the lips of the zipper on her liquid cooling layer her hand played back and forth, rubbing calloused fingertips against her throbbing clit.

II.

"Are you afraid?"

"Afraid? It's not about that, about fear. I had a feeling it would happen like this. A premonition of the future."

"..."

"I have to go, you know. You understand that?"

"I understand you are going."

"It's my duty."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"And what is my duty? You make it sound like you're the only one making a sacrifice here."

"Your duty? Your duty is to let me go."

She had always said that a woman who possessed three things could do anything she wanted in this world: a deep throat, a deep ass and a deep cunt. Lubusha had them all and more; she parted her legs wider strapped into the aluminum-framed seat. That night before her mission, she had stood by the edge of their bed, unbuttoning Lubusha's trousers, removing her panties, looking at her lover's naked body with lust in her brown eyes. Now Lubusha's mind imagined Madame Comrade reaching to caress first one and then the other of her breasts. They had gone to Copenhagen that last summer, smoking hashish and bought a 16 inch strap-on dildo, smuggling it back behind the Iron Curtain in a diplomatic pouch. For a whole year Lubusha could make her lover grin simply by bringing that monster rubber cock to her lips. With eyes closed she licked her fingers, began to glide her fingers across her cunt, letting them graze her clit ever so slightly, teasing herself back into dream. She dipped first two, then three fingers inside, feeling her cum and sweat and despair begin to trickle down her thighs to her ass.

"Are you afraid?"

"It's my duty."

"And what is my duty?"

Indeed, what was her duty? With one finger knuckle-deep in the slick groove of her girl-lips, Lubusha brought her other hand down from her nipples to stroke the little, pouting, engorged O of her ass. Pressing one finger and a thumb into her musky orifice, her breathing caught. She let out another cry, forced herself to stop.

Something rattled on the outside of her capsule; cosmic dust? the after-glow of her last orgasm still ringing in her ears? She did not know.

Earlier that morning Lubusha had used the rubber-end of a wrench to sate her hunger for a good, hard fuck; trailing it down between her copious breasts, teasing each jutting nipple, making a slow journey, parting her Red Sea, to her pulsing, protruding clit.

She spread her legs wider, the soles of her naked feet touching the capsule's roof, then brought her legs down in front of herself, grabbing her ankles. Holding her self upright she arched her back, trying to bring her head forward, to raise her hips just enough to see if her tongue could touch, if she could make a zero-gravity circuit with her own clit. Like Uroborus, the ancient serpent eating its own tail. Muscles screamed. Tendons pulled. She could almost bury her own nose in her own pubes. The pace of her breathing quickened and grew shallow. She felt her own pelvis spasm and grunted and pushed forward just a little more. 

Using her hands to guide her ass cheeks forward, Lubusha groaned into her own crevice. With a violent turn of her hand she thrust herself to the limits of her flexibility; found that she could now get her face good and cummy. She moaned as she came closer to climax, to that hard 'K' sound. In six minutes the vector of her orbit would take the craft right over the daylight side of the Earth. Soon -- soon -- soon! Her cramped abdominal muscles begged for release. Her cunt begged for release. Her soul, her name, her ego, everything that was Lubusha Zhdanov cried out to become part of something bigger, the way the moon forever longs to return to the earth from which it was born. 

She filled the whole capsule with cum-fuck cries, little gasps, crying out her name to rescue her.

"Comrade Pilot!" 

Mission Control's deep male voice cut in through the capsule's speakers.

"Comrade, you will be passing over the East China Sea on my mark at T-minus one minute and counting."

Lubusha didn't know whether she had accidentally left her com-link on or not. But what did it matter? No one could steer her where she needed to go. The first tremor of her orgasm rocked her spine, jolting her already flooded cunt still harder, her gushing juices shaped themselves into jewel-like globs that drifted about, spreading out like a rainbow between her legs. And as she came the capsule swung around and the blazing light of the universe filled every inch of her chamber like a question she could not answer.

"Will you remember me?"

"Of course."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I will choose to remember."

"And if you die?"

"I'm not going to die."

"That's not even bravery you're using. That's ... I don't know. We've lost sixteen cosmonauts in the last two years. And you tell me that my duty is to let you become number seventeen?"

"Of course not, because I'm not going to die."

"Yeah, right, whatever. Fine then, until we meet again."

"Yes ... until we meet again, Madame Comrade" ... She ... Mine ... my darling Vetlya.