Chapter 12: Sheila’s Goodbye Party

Saturday before I flew home we did one more video shoot. Kurt and Mike joined Em and me in a photo shoot at an abandoned campground up in the hills almost two hours from Wes’ home.

Em and I were two friends who went camping, and in the campsite next to us were the two guys. We got to talking, got friendlier and friendlier, and soon they had us stretched back on a picnic table as they made out and eventually fucked us. Wes had us do more romantic and touchy-feely stuff in this film than all of the others combined. By the time we actually started fucking I was so horny I could have fucked a redwood tree.

The film was definitely adult despite all the lovey-dovey stuff. Our vocabulary and dialogue encouraged each other in deeply sexual ways. There were the standard shots of cocks and pussies coming together in various positions in pleasuring ways. The cum shots were not to be discounted either, nor the words of encouragement about where and how to cum, or the afterglow words of satisfaction and desire for a repeat performance.

At the end of the film, the four of us ended up nestling naked our sleeping bags together so that we could all sleep and fuck some more.

That evening Wes’ held a catered party at the house for the entire crew, all of the cast members we’d worked with for the past two weeks including their spouses or significant others, and an equal number of other friends of Wes and Em. He told me that the party was really to say goodbye to me for the time being, and was his attempt to lure me back as soon as I could get free again. The event far surpassed my idea of an LA party within the adult entertainment community.

We filled up on a constant stream of superb hors d’oeuvres that circulated through the eighty people mostly gathered on the patio. The weather cooperated and it was a warm night that invited people to swim in the pool or enjoy the spa, obviously without the need for bathing suits.

The acres of attractive flesh set the tone for the last half of the party, as more and more became exposed to the night air. The bare flesh also invited people to touch other people, and the touching evolved into smoothing and petting and stroking of key male or female body parts particularly in intimate places – the kind of body parts that excite, and elicit and enrage intense sexual desires.

The sexual desires flourished and soon there were couples and threesomes and a few foursomes gravitating to the large chaises on the patio or to one of the open bedrooms in Wes’ home.

All the major positions of the Kama Sutra were covered simultaneously as I looked around the patio at midnight at the copulating couples. Extra partners joined by getting sucked if they were male, or sitting on a face to be eaten if they were female.

The sounds across the patio were amazing, and I wish we could have recorded them: the simultaneous echo of bodies slapping together at increasing speeds; the moans and groans of pleasure as various sexual acts and decadent pleasures were savored; and the rhythmic squeaks, eeks, and sighs of indulgence and satisfaction as cock and pussy pulsed into one another.

As the sex consumed every person at the party, a beautiful aroma filled the space. Part of it was the sweet smell of marijuana some people shared to heighten their sexual experiences. But over riding that odor was the smell of sex – the alluring and beguiling aroma of feminine juices flowing to attract and entice males into lurid and exceptional sexual acts.

For several hours the greatest sex show on earth took place on that patio. One couple would finish, and another would begin right next to them. Partners made obvious swaps with others on the patio. Husbands watched their wives being plundered by a male porn star for the first time – their cuckold fantasies being fulfilled that night for the first time.

Conversely, a conservative husband was able for the first time in their lives to paw and penetrate a sex queen of film – a woman who perhaps millions of other men masturbated to, but they were getting the real action first hand, blasting their load of man lava deep inside their willing partner as she exploded in orgasm.

Many women interacted on a sexual basis with another woman for the first time, each declaring that this was a part of their life they had been missing and would never turn their back on again.

Nancy, my older friend and makeup artist, was one of several women who experienced a gangbang for the first time, even though she’d done some porn films earlier in her life. The able men at the event lined up to service and temporarily satisfy Nancy and the women seeking release in that way.

Wes’ had put out a bowl of Viagra on top of his white grand piano. I noticed that by the end of the night, the bowl was empty, but simultaneously there were many satisfied pussies on the scene.

Personally, I paced myself. I think I only fucked twenty men. I had a laugh with Em; we fucked more guys at the party than we had in all of Wes’ films put together, even the Army barracks film. Apparently, a lot of the crew and friends of Wes wanted to fuck Cindy Cockfield, so I was a popular companion for the night. I didn’t mind being objectified.

I watched Brite pulling a small train around one in the morning. She had been stretched out on the dining room table with a couple of towels under her for comfort, and then a steady stream of men fucked her one right after the other, a few leaving her with a gush of cum deep inside her or splattered across her generous chest. She looked very happy.

Kurt found me at the party, sneaking up behind me as I sat in a bar chair being fucked by a guy named Al, who I had just met. Turned out that Al ran a chain of adult video stores in the L.A. area. I got him to promise to promote Cindy Cockfield films like nothing he’d ever done before, and in trade I blew him and let him get his rocks off with me.

Kurt kissed me and romanced me as Al finished up and left to freshen up in the pool. “Baby, you are a real slut,” Kurt jested.

“I am, and I love it. You want me, too, I assume.”

“I always want you. Come with me to one of the patio beds so we can cuddle and I can do you in a dozen different ways in more comfort than that chair.

Kurt and I found an empty chaise that didn’t have too large a wet spot on it from prior occupants. Kurt and I started to make love, whispering sweet nothings to each other as we kissed and groped each other.

I teased Kurt by running the head of his cock over my aroused clit, allowing the mushroomed cap to just dip into the opening of my vagina over and over again before pushing him off. Every time the head glided over my clit, I felt an electric shock course through my body. Kurt tried several times to get more of his cock into me, but I grasped his cock firmly, only allowing his tip to spread my cunt lips and pleasure my clit.

After many minutes of this teasing and foreplay, I grasped his cock now wet with my juices and guided it to my hot dripping slit. I then allowed his total penetration – a delicious sensation as his cockhead parted my pussy lips and drove as deep inside me as he could physically get.

“Fill my slutty cunt with your cum, you hunk of desire,” I whispered to him as I thrust my hips up to his initial down strokes.

“Baby, I have so much cum for you, you are going to be swimming in it when we’re through. I didn’t get enough of you today or even the past two weeks. I know you’re going home, so this is my parting shot for you. I want you to remember me in so many ways, and I want you to come back and see me.”

I teased, “Don’t hold back on my account. I love your stuff. You’ve already given me about two gallons of it over the past two weeks.”

Kurt got really serious then. I could tell by the look on his face that he was driven to reach a colossal orgasm. I helped him as best I could with a little dirty talk, and by driving my pussy up into his down thrusting body. Kurt liked the missionary positions.

We actually became a show for some of the people who were sitting around recovering and hoping to start a second or third or fourth round of fucking. I smiled over at Em and Ryan who were slowly fucking about six feet away. I could tell by the look on Em’s face that she’d just had an orgasm and was milking the pleasure as she coasted downhill from the experience.

Kurt grunted, “I’m almost there, Baby. Are you ready?”

“Give it to me. Fill me. Fill my cunt with cum, Lover.”

We pushed together several times, and Kurt pulled away slightly so our audience could see our fucking genitals. Two minutes later, he gasped, “Oh, fuck. I’m there. It’s happening.”

I felt the first jet of his cum blast into my body like no man had ever cum before, including Kurt. “Oh, wow!” I exclaimed.

The shots of cum kept cumming like staccato drum beats. I couldn’t stem the flow by clamping down on my vaginal muscles. I still felt the jets exploding into me, and then his warm cum oozing out of me and around his pumping shaft. I felt the trickle of cum start to swamp out of me and leak down my ass. Throb after throb of his cock pumped his warm sperm deep inside my vagina. I was in heaven, and my own orgasm swept over me in a peak experience.

“Oh, fuck. Kurt. You’re wonderful. Oh, ... God.”

“I love you, Baby.”

“And, I love you.” Even as I spoke those words I knew he had finished his spurts of man juice into me.

Kurt collapsed onto my chest, and showered me with kisses. He whispered, “Thank you, Baby. Remember me always. I hope I made you happy.”

“The happiest.”

We kissed one more time with a great deal of emotion and passion, and then Kurt pulled up, extracted his long full shaft from my swollen pussy, turned, walked away, and dove into the pool.

I guessed that was my goodbye from a guy who’d fallen for me, but knew it was a short fling that wouldn’t go anywhere. It was, after all, just that. Sunday evening I’d catch the red eye to Boston, and at the rate this party was going, it wouldn’t end until dawn or maybe later.