Chapter 4

On the other side of the city in the back room of a private film studio Stephan Edwards found himself in a situation that no fiction writer could approximate. It was even better than any of his wildest sexual fantasies. He was a star in a movie, but in no ordinary film: this was what the movie crowd called sex films, or- -as those who frequented those movie houses referred to them--fuck films.

How it all happened, he wasn't actually certain. His recollections ran only as far back as stopping en route to the studio with Kitty for a "taste of weed." From there on, he could remember little, but from what bits and pieces he could glue together in his confused drugged mind, he had been chosen by the eighteen-year-old nymphomaniac to star with her. She claimed she "really got off on the taste of his prick."

Basil, standing by with a deeply furrowed frown on his face, glowered at the scene. This was supposed to be his night to fuck young Kitty. After all, wasn't he the one who found her?

What's going on here? Basil asked himself silently. This idiot prick comes in and steals the whole show. Square too. Real square. Christ! Can't even get his ol' lady to let him take films of her naked! How the hell is he gonna make a fuck film? Probably scream for his mommy when that little nymph gets her hot hands on him!

But Basil stood by and watched, watched as Frank's brother read through the lines of the poorly written script, as he mouthed lines to himself, a look of stark agony on his handsome face.

Guess he's perfect for the part, chuckled Basil to himself. A nervous husband--boy he does fit the part. Taffy must have had her brother-in-law in mind when she wrote it.

The script was an easy one for Stephan, because the emotions and fears of this one Sunday in his life were reflected in every line and every action. Even the cues fit perfectly. He was to portray a newly married man whose wife was out of town. The husband, alone for the first time since his marriage, when drunk, is propositioned by a teenage streetwalker. The man had always craved oral fucking, but his new wife, whom he loves dearly and had never cheated on in six months of marriage, refused him. Once inside the teenager's room, the young husband recalls himself, and his head clears of the excess drink he'd indulged in and he lets his guilt take over.

Just as it was, reasoned Stephan to himself as clearly as one can after drinking double-bourbon on the rocks and smoking marijuana for the first mind-bending time. I'm playing myself. Shouldn't be too hard. Besides, his mind went on, relaxing the tight grip it held on his taut neck tendons, if it doesn't work out, what the hell? Nothing lost, nothing gained.

In the first scene Stephan was propelled inside the girl's room and the door was shut by Kitty. He was alone in a strange room with a young whore. As he sat on the bed and the camera kept shooting, Stephan stared weakly up at this beautiful young prostitute and had to take her in his arms and kiss her, love her up a bit. He wouldn't have to fuck in this scene, Frank had assured him, knowing that sometimes people can't concentrate when they're unused to public display--it's hard to get it up and keep it up. But Lord, thought Stephan, it would be nice to kiss those cherry red lips, caress her huge titties to hardness after that little blow job she'd treated him to earlier that evening.

He felt his cock jerk into instant rigidity as if it were alive and independent of him. Stephan almost wished he wasn't such a good actor. He tried to will it limp again, to banish the lewd thoughts swirling in his bourbon-filled head, but it remained throbbingly swollen.

Kitty chuckled as she stood by the side of the bed. "Stephan-baby's got a hard-on." She was smiling at his bulging pants. "Stephan-baby's got a great big hard-on because he knows he's going to fuck Kitty's hot, slick little pussy..."

Forgetting he was being filmed, Stephan came to life and proved himself to be a natural actor.

He had never heard a woman talk in such lascivious language and in his drug-induced consciousness, he snarled up at her. "Kitty... cut it out, for Christ's sake!"

"You're going to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." She came toward him tauntingly, the camera zooming in for a close-up. Her breath was like a white-hot firebrand on his cheek. She touched his knee lightly, her fingers almost searing the cloth, and then she reached higher, higher... and touched the thickly throbbing cock between his legs!

"Ooooohhhhh God!" he managed to breathe, forgetting the written script. He almost leaped off the bed in a convulsive reaction. He could feel his cum-filled balls ache with sudden pressure, and will himself as he might, he couldn't pull away from her caresses. Her tongue trailed over his cheek, searching for his mouth, and her hand continued to rub his heavily pulsing cock.

Kitty faltered for a moment and then someone from the side whispered, "It's physical, fuck is physical."'

The young actress regained her composure and blurted out the line: "It's purely physical," she droned on, mesmerically, hypnotically. "You want to get your big cock into my wet pussy, and I want it too."

That's when Stephan's guilt-ridden conscience rose to the fore with an imperious: "I love my wife." It was a protest.

"Sure you do, Stephan-baby. All of them do. But that doesn't have anything to do with us, with here and now, with fucking!"

This is wrong! Stephan's mind screamed. I'm a married man. What am I doing with an eighteen-year-old nympho making fuck films? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever done in my whole life!

He wrenched himself off the bed, his heart hammering, and he was aware that his prick was still granite-hard and seeping hot droplets of scalding cock juices. This was enough, he'd had it. He'd walk off the set and it would be over with, film or no film... Kitty's husky voice whispered, "Stephan baby..."

He turned, gathering the courage to reject her, but then the words froze in his throat. His mouth hinged open and his eyes bulged.

She stood before him, stripped completely naked!

The lovely young teenager had unhooked her one article of clothing, her dress, and it lay puddled at her feet. Neither panties nor bra were evident, and as he gazed transfixed at her beautiful, curvaceous body, he could see that she didn't need any artificial supports. She smiled at him, the top of her wet, pink tongue showing. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of that, too.

The hairlined lips of her cunt were displayed for him like a sacrifice, the golden down glistening lusciously in the pale glow of the dimmed lighting. Her huge, sensuous tits, startlingly alabaster white against the tan of the rest of her naked body, jutted out like ruby-crested mountains, and her long, slender legs seemingly trembled with the desire to wrap around him.

"Well, lover?" Her hands had moved to her golden triangle, and when she said "here," her fingers blazed a trail down through the soft pink lips of her cunt and spread them slowly, slowly apart, revealing the tiny trembling bud of her erect clit. She began to stroke it back and forth, round and round.

It was a lust-maddening sight to Stephan. The thought of kissing, of licking her sweet young pussy set his prick into a wild dance. "Kitty... please," he moaned, his breath all but stopped as he heard Basil and Frank murmuring just feet away.

"And I'll lick your cock, Stephan-baby, I want to lick and suck your big ol' cock... I love to suck cock, did you know that?" On and on she went, and the one sure way of building Stephan to a point where he couldn't say no was being used again, for the second time that day. He'd been denied a cocksucking by his own wife--and that was the truth! Not just part of this ridiculous script. He had wanted to feel the soft down of a woman's pussy as it opened to his mouth and lusting desire--if only his wife understood that, wanted his cock in her mouth, oh, God! He could feel his swollen cock palpitate wildly.

He had to fuck her! He absolutely didn't care about the film they were making, about Gillian, about his adultery with a whore, about anything! The only important thing was the billowing heat in his cock, and the desire to suck and be sucked! Yes, he had to have her! Yes! Yes!

As if somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself unfasten his belt and remove his clothing, dumping them wherever they happened to fall. He stood before her as she stood before him, his thickly bursting cock standing out at right angles.

"Oh, your prick's lovely," Kitty crooned in ecstasy. "Just as I knew it would be." She walked over to the bed, the very essence of sensuality, and lay down on the cover. "Come here, Stephan-baby," the voluptuous young whore purred, "let me suck you off!"

Stephan came to her, a robot of desire, and the next thing he knew he was writhing beside her, feet-to-head, with Kitty's fingers scratching lightly over his cock, her expert lips kissing his legs, belly, and inner thighs, building him to still higher a pitch.

"God! Hurry!" Stephan groaned, not sure he could keep the scalding cum inside his bloated balls another moment. "Hurry!" As if in obedience, Kitty plunged her head forward and Stephan felt the incredible hot wetness of her lips close butterlike over the sensitive head of his cock. Then he felt her searing tongue licking tiny circles of fire around it. Sighing, completely enraptured in the lewd manipulations, Stephan moved toward her, and buried his face in her cunt. There was a sudden jerk of contracted muscles in the excited prostitute, and she pressed closer to his mouth. The very abandonment, the complete capitulation to sensuality by this whore overwhelmed him and blotted out all thoughts except the delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner.