The starlet's sucking lips

Kit wheeled her Triumph up to the studio gates and stopped at the guard's shack.

"Mornin', Miss. Do you have an authorized pass?"

"Of course, of course," Kit said, impatiently handing him the card that Reynolds had given her the night before. The card that would admit her into World Galaxy Studios, and, Kit felt sure, into a world of stardom.

She couldn't be bothered by such trivial matters as a pass to get through the main gate. Couldn't this guard see that she had that certain "something", that "star quality" that set her apart from all the other pretty faces? Well, she mused, he would see it soon enough. He'd soon be showing her the respect she deserved. She'd show him, she thought, as he returned the pass and gestured her through the gates and into the studio parking lot.

Galaxy Studios. She was really here! She could hardly believe it. Everything had happened so fast at the party the night before her head was still spinning.

The party. One of those dull, Hollywood bashes that you go to because you don't have any place better to go to that night. She didn't even know whose house it was at, but her roommate Terri another aspiring actress, had talked her into going.

"You never know who you'll meet," Terri had urged.

"Bullshit," Kit had retorted. "I'll just meet a lot of other unemployed actors."

Kit had been right. They party was dull. Dull, that is, until a particularly virile hunk of man walked through the door and took her breath away. He was gorgeous – tall, blue-black hair, black eyes that were pools of molten lava, oozing sensuality and lust, a lean muscular body that moved like a cat, and a prominent bulge in the front of his tight pants that made Kit's pussy start oozing in anticipation.

She didn't know his name, although the face was vaguely familiar. Possibly some actor she had seen once in a TV commercial. It didn't matter. She had to meet him. And, never having exactly been accused of being shy, she grabbed an extra glass of champagne off a passing tray and moved in on him.

"I believe this is yours," she said, handing him the glass and pressing close to him, allowing him a perfect vantage point to look down into the depths of her low-cut gown, revealing her magnificent, heaving tits.

"Is this… all… mine?" he grinned, never taking his eyes from the dark we of the cleavage between her tits.

"Think you can handle it?" she whispered hotly, pressing even closer to him.

"Think you can handle this?" he replied, returning the pressure, forcing his hardening cock against her leg.

The sudden contact thrilled her. She could feel the pulsating, throbbing prick-shaft crawling its way down her leg, growing with a life of its own.

"And I thought this was going to be a dull party," she laughed.

"So did I. Let's go." He set the untouched champagne on a sideboard and, gabbing her hand, led her quickly up the stairs.

He opened the first door. They were instantly greeted with the unmistakable sounds of sex and the wonderful musky smell of cum and cunt-juice mingling together.

He turned to her, grinning. "Looks like someone else is enjoying the party, too. This way."

He led her to the end of the hall, and opened the door onto the most magnificent bedroom Kit had ever seen. It looked like an entire suite right out of the Palace of Versailles, complete with silken tapestries, gold and crystal chandeliers, and an elevated bed that a whole army could sleep in.

"Wow," Kit breathed in awe, "this looks fit for the Shah of Iran!"

"He rather enjoyed it when he stayed here," he said in matter-of-factly. "But now it's all for you, you lovely creature."

He scooped Kit into his arms, his hot mouth closing over hers in a fiery kiss. His tongue snaked out, searching, finding the innermost recesses of her own mouth.

His muscular body pressed tightly against her yielding curves, his strong arms holding her close. His hands moved relentlessly over her back, cupping and squeezing her voluptuous ass-cheeks through the thin material of her gown.

"Let's get rid of these," he breathed, releasing her and starting to pull his jacket from his shoulders.

Kit reached behind her, unhooked the knot behind her neck, and let the gown slink down across her shoulders, her tits, her waist, her hips, her long, tapered legs, to the carpet.

Her body was all that any man could want – voluptuous, sexy, and young. She was at that ripe age when sex, any kind of sex, thrilled and excited her imagination. She was game for anything and he sensed it.

She smiled, sensing his thoughts. "Ill take care of you," she said.

He felt his huge prick surge upwards as she began to move very, very slowly. Her feet stayed put as she revolved those wide, womanly hips in a circle while she bobbed her heavy tits. The nipples were surrounded with goosebumps. He shuddered with desire at the exquisite sight.

Her tits were enormous. They surged forward heatedly, like the forward thrust of his cock. He reached down and took his swollen prick in his hand and brushed both hands over its thick shaft. It writhed in agony, moving like an animal, all by itself. He saw her hair toss in the powdery light, spraying like a spider web across her face. She hunched her cunt out at him, while her pink pointed tongue licked at her red satin lips. His breath quickened with lust.

His eyes were fastened on her undulating movements, this exotic dance she was performing for him was driving him wild. She rotated her hips sensually, while her hands moved up and down her body, lightly tickling her creamy flesh, pausing at the light-colored fur of her beaver, then reaching up to cup each pendulous jug, squeezing them together to form two protruding, pink-tipped cones.

He kneeled, pressing his knees together tight against his throbbing prick. His fists tightened around his cock and he sighed at the pressure. He wanted her, but he was mesmerized by her dance of lust. He wanted to fling himself at her across the roam, leap upon her like an animal in heavy, panting heat. She flung her head back. A groan, gentle and thick, rose from her throat. He watched the hypnotic movement of her hands, the dusty hair fall along the heavy round backside as she bent in exotic lust, his prick swaying to the rhythm of a throaty voice.

"Like it?" she asked in a throaty voice.

"Where'd you pick that up?" he asked in a voice husky with desire.

"I went to belly-dancing school. Thought it might come in handy."

"Wild, baby," he said. "Come here."

"Yes, yes," she cooed, her lips curving wickedly. She finally reached him and knelt, her mouth filled with moisture and wetly open. With two soft hands she took hold of his huge cock and slid her wet mouth over it, taking his big tool in.

"Oh, yeah, baby, that's it… suck it. Suck my cock good," he moaned, feeling her pulse pound on the tip of his dick, ever so slightly. He clenched his teeth, restraining the impulse to shove his prick farther in.

Her mouth slid free of his cock, and now she took it, her long fingers leaving marks where they pressed. Her tongue, red, shining with moisture, slid over his dick, flickering in crazy movement, her teeth biting gently, then releasing him, replacing their tiny bites with the tongue and the mouth. His hands went to her shoulders and he held the soft, giving flesh tightly, sucking in groans. He lifted her gently onto the bed, his muscular legs moving against the pillows, his leg hairs catching in sweat. He moved and she returned, more than willingly, each movement. Her mouth sucked his shining prick, with quick and long gulps. She licked while his cock grew and grew. His prick-head was on fire now. The tip of her tongue was poised like a cat's over her bottom lip.

He bent to kiss that mouth. He had to kiss it now. He grabbed at her hair and jerked her to him, his thighs aching. His prick slid across her naked belly as he took her mouth, his teeth grating her lips, hurting her on purpose as he crushed all her softness out, making her his in pain.

She smiled at him. "Yes… yes, this is what I want."

His hands grated against her soft, womanly flesh, moving almost with anger over the plump shoulders, the arms that tightened around him. Her free hands reached again for his cock. His mouth sucked the liquid from her answering mouth and she gasped trough the shadows, her eyes flashing with heated lust.

He rolled over on top of her, forcing her down among the pillows. She fell backwards, her hair flying out behind her head, spreading. The wild eyes were closed as she reached for him, both her hands tugging at his cock, his large nut-sac quivering under her hot hands. His prick slid back and forth along her belly.

She had teased him, and now he would wait a second, to tease her. He moved over her, his stomach barely touching hers, watching her writhe, feeling her under his legs.

He bent again and took her mouth quickly, hungrily sucking her tongue while she tortured his expanding cock and shrinking balls with her long red nails. His thighs tightened around hers, holding her still, feeling the curled pubic hairs stick into her soft flesh. Her bottom lip was swollen with his last kiss. He pulled free of her wet mouth, rage burning in her throat.

Her large tits snapped hotly back and forth as she twisted in wanting, trying to capture his cock with raised thighs.

"Fuck me!" she cried out at last.

Her hands tried to force his cock inside her cunt, but he jerked free again, a full grin spreading over his mouth. He bent and bit her erect nipples playfully, nibbling on them, until she cried out. Her frustration came in simpering bursts of moaning.

"Please, now… put it in me now!" she pleaded. He could play no longer. He dropped his prick to her hot, inflamed belly. It was going to bust wide open soon. It needed a place to thrust, to pound in.

"Ohhhhhh, how big…" she stated.

"Here, baby, whoever you are!"

"My name is…"

He would not let her finish. With strong fingers he grasped her wrists and pulled them high above her head, fitting them into one of his huge hands, pinning her wrists to the bed. Her tits heaved, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

She wanted him desperately. For the moment she was his slave. Her stomach and crotch reached up, over and over, trying to capture his magnificent cock. Feeling the hot red tip of his dick, she went wild, the thighs spreading themselves even farther apart, getting ready.

His breathing came in heavy gusts. He took her cunt-lips and spread them wide with his big fingers, sliding two fingers in and out slowly, taking delight in the thick gushing juice that swam over his fingers. He slid them out and wiped the juice on his cock.

Liquid dripped and ran onto her stomach. He placed his throbbing cock at her wet hungry cunt-lips. The knob slid in, deeper and deeper. He could not play any more. Her hips raised to receive his dick. His chest crushed her big tits as he lowered himself flat onto her. His thighs forced her legs wide apart.

"Screw the hell out of me, handsome, I can take it!" she cried.

He shoved harder.

"More, more!" she pleaded, thumping her ass against the sheets.

She sobbed out at his slowness, thumping her butt on the bed. Inch by inch, until they were both exhausted from painful wanting, he pressed forward. He wanted to plunge to the very end of her hot, pink fuck-tunnel, but this was the most enjoyable way for him to drive her wild first. Slowly, slowly. His cock was throbbing painfully with the need to pound the hell out of her cunt.

"Oh, please!" She thrust her hips high and he could feel the hot cunt-juice dampen his balls as they slapped heavily against her ass-cheeks.

He slid his hands underneath her and pulled the full cheeks wide, shoving two fingers halfway into her asshole.

"Ahhhhhh, yes… yes!" she panted. She loved the feeling, her asshole fitting snugly over the fingers.

"Here it comes, baby. All of it!"

He lunged forward into her creamy cunt, burying his pulsing cock deep, deep in her fuck-hole, feeling his cock surrounded with warm, wet, smothering flesh.

His prick was at least three inches thick and about ten inches long as she hungrily engulfed it, wanting to feel all of it buried to the be inside her clasping cunt.

"Ohhhh, handsome, you are some kind of man! Give it to me! Give every fucking inch of it to me!" Kit cried out in ecstasy.

His free hand went to her big peaked titties as he breathed into her mouth. "And you are some kind of woman. Beautiful. Beautiful breasts! That's what I like."

"Take them… suck them… suck the milk right out of 'em," she urged hotly.

His mouth hungrily encased first one huge jug, then the other, as his mammoth prick did its work inside her cunt, pounding back and forth, in and out, in ever harder strokes. Her nipples stiffened delectably under his laying tongue, and the rush of thrills along her body tipped her gushing cunt into spasms of sexual ecstasy. Her clit was a hot little dagger ready to explode.

Harder and harder he pounded into her hot cunt, his balls swelling with hot cum, slapping her ass-cheeks with each fuck-stroke.

"I don't think I can take much more. I'm so close… so close," she moaned into his ear.

"Then get ready, baby, 'cause I'm coming, too!" he answered homely, and with a frenzy he drove his big cock into the depths of her quivering cunt.

She writhed, bucking up against him, meeting each of his thrusts with a thrust of her own. Her long nails tore into the flesh of his back, leaving long, red gashes. Then, with one final lunge, his balls exploded with a fury, sending molten cock-cream deep into her cunt. She screamed through her own climax, her pussy-juice gushing forth and mingling with his spunk until her clasping hole overflowed and the sheets beneath them were soaked.

And still she wanted more. "God, don't stop… don't stop! Keep fucking me!" she cried.

"Don't worry, baby… I got lots more left, just for you," he moaned. "Let's try another position."

He gently spread her legs apart and raised them into the air. With her legs spread open and elevated so that her ass rested on a pillow, he kneeled before her, between them. The large head of his still-swollen cock hovered at her pink cunt-mouth, which glistened with the juices of their first come. He inched forward and his cock started to sink into her soft gash. Slowly, his dick gilded in, pushing against the upper wall of her pussy. Thrusting deeply, he let his weight fall forward and rammed his cock up against the uppermost end of her cunt, deep into her womb. Her muscles were tight and ready, stretching at the hot knob pushed its way past. Her legs closed around his back. Then, without a word, he stood up.

Holding her impaled on the stiff rod of his cock, he began to jack himself off with her whole body. She moved upwards while he held her entire body in his two strong hands and moved its unresisting weight up and down and along the length of his massive prick. In her position she let her whole body hang loosely from his hands, hanging onto his mammoth pole. It filled, her sopping cunt to unbearable degrees.

"I love it. I love it! Yes, do it! Fuck me!" she cried out.

He thrust into her cunt again and again and she moaned with pleasure, feeling ripped wide open. She bucked against him. As he moved in and out of her cunt, little electric fingers seemed, to scratch her intensely, tickling her twat walls. She held her legs far apart, her body tense and arched as he shoved into her cunt hard and steadily.

He watched her panting mouth as he jerked in and out of her pulsing fuck-hole, answering her groans with groans of his own. Then, suddenly, her second come was approaching, and she felt stuffed with sperm and cock. He kept up his fuck-rhythm, never dropping it for a minute, his hands under her hot little ass, squeezing the full flesh and pressing her hard against his enlarged dick.

"Ready, baby?" he rasped.

"Ohhhh, yes, yes!" she cried, unable to contain herself for another second.

Then he fell on top of her and came in a cascade of hot foaming sperm, shooting in her cunt with an even rater force than the first time. Her climax joined his as she quivered on his jerking, climaxing cock, clenching herself to him in violent movements.

His body fucked hers with a steady vigor that rammed his cock-head into her cervix, deep up within her hairy cunt.

His pounding weight crushed the soft cheeks of her ass down into the sheets. It rumpled beneath her so that her butt felt abraded on the ridges of cloth. She didn't care. She twisted and jerked in her attempts to get more and more of the thick length of his slick prick up in her convulsing cunt.

Sweat formed on their bodies and ran off to stain the sheet and puddle beneath them.

Then, panting and gasping in total fulfillment, they fell into a tangled heap on the bed.

"That… that was some fuck," she panted.

"Yes, it was great," he nodded, pulling himself up on an elbow and gazing down at her. "Tell me… how did you come to pick me? There were a lot of other guys at the party."

"Because from the moment you came into the place, I knew you were a born screwer, a man of energy and passion. I need that. You turned me on!"

He laughed, leaning over and kissing her lightly on the tip of her nose. "You're some kind of chick. What's you name, anyway?"

"Kit… Katherine Kingston for the marquee, if I ever become a star… but, to my friends, just Kit."

"Oh, so you're an actress…" he said, rising from the bed, and moving towards the luxuriously appointed bath. "Any good?"

"I'm terrific… only nobody knows it yet. You know how hard it is to get in to see those pompous-assed casting directors at the major studios?"

"Pompous asses… like Michael Reynolds, for instance?" he said, turning the taps on the Roman tub, and pouring in amber-colored oil from a bottle.

"Like Michael Reynolds in particular! I've been trying to get in to see him for months, but his fucking secretary keeps telling me he's in conference!"

"I have a little influence, for what it's worth. Would you like to see him tomorrow morning in his office?"

"Hey… really?" Kit said, jumping off the bed. "Could you swing it?"

"Probably…" he said, calmly turning towards her, smiling. "Considering you just screwed the shit out of him."

Riding up in the elevator to his office the next morning, Kit couldn't suppress a giggle as she thought about that moment. Imagine, she thought to herself, he'd just given me the best fuck of my life, and I call him a pompous ass! Thank God he has a great sense of humor!

And it had been the best fuck of her life. Just remembering it made her nipples grow rigid. She could remember even now his look, his touch, the screaming torment in her brain as she had strained for satisfaction. She could remember his hot mouth on her naked tits, his hand pressing hard against the throbbing moistness of her cunt, her own hungry mouth devouring the stiff shaft of his huge cock.

Kit suddenly looked down and saw that her hand had involuntarily moved down to her crotch and was now hotly rubbing her pussy through the material of her skirt. She pulled her hand quickly away, just as the elevator doom opened onto the penthouse floor.

"I, uh, I'm Katherine Kingston. I have an appointment with Michael… er, Mr. Reynolds," Kit stammered to the beautiful blonde receptionist. Jesus, she thought to herself, the chick looked like a movie star herself.

"Will you have a seat over there, please? I'll tell Mr. Reynolds you're here," said the secretary, smiling tightly and giving Kit a head-to-toe female appraisal. Apparently Kit didn't pass the imaginary test, because the secretary simply shrugged and moved off through a massive carved door behind her. Fuck you, Kit thought.

She leaned back into the leather settee, trying to put herself at ease, and had just picked up a week-old copy of Daily Variety, when the massive door opened and the blonde secretary reappeared.

"He'll see you now, Ms. Kingston," she said, her voice and her smile noticeably warmer.

"Thank you," Kit replied, flying to return the warmth, but not quite making it, as she brushed past the older girl and entered Michael Reynolds' office. The door closed quietly behind her.

He was standing with his back to her, silhouetted against the light from the window.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him, again seeing that magnificent, lean, catlike frame that had played her body like a harp the night before. She could feel her pussy already creaming.

"Hello, again," he said, moving towards her.

"Hello… Mr. Reynolds," Kit stammered, not exactly sure what she should call him in his own office.

He laughed, raising an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Oh, come on, Kit. Don't you think, under the circumstances, you should call me Michael?"

Kit relaxed, and joined his laugh. "Well, after all, I did call you a pompous ass."

"And you were more right than you know," Michael said, more to himself than to her. "But… not to you." He became suddenly serious leveling his eyes into hers, moving around the desk towards her.

Her heart stopped. She couldn't breathe. In one more second she was sure she would faint. Then his arms were around her, enfolding her tightly, and his lips surrounded hers in a burning, tongue-lashing kiss. She molded her body into his, rubbing her seething cunt against his crotch.

"Don't move," he whispered into bet mouth, releasing her for a moment and moving to the intercom on his desk. "Sandra… no interruptions for an hour."

"Yes… yes, sir," came back the reply.

"Now," he said, snapping off the intercom and turning to her, "to the important business at hand. Come here."

She moved slowly to him, walking in a smooth, undulating way. She opened her mouth directly before his face and reached with her hands around his ass-cheeks to draw his hips into contact with her cunt. Through his trousers, she could feel the bulge of his thickening prick. She began swiveling her hips. Her cunt was juicing. She let her tongue slide over the lips of her half-opened mouth, and shut her eyes, totally offering herself to him.

He became an animal. He slammed, his mouth over the moistened lips before his face, slashing into the depths with his tongue. His raging cock was doubling in length in response to the ache in his groin, Michael began a series of short, sharp jabs, seeking that incredible soft mound which would soon yield to his pressure.

Kit groaned in deep response to his sexual eagerness. He recognized her desire. He released her, stood back, and, a knowing look on his face, began to strip. Kit watched, her eyes glued to his movement. Her gaze refused to be torn away from his crotch. Breathing as if her lungs were about to burst, unable to do more than stand there and stare hungrily, legs wide apart and burning, she watched the pants and shorts fall, saw his hard dick spring away from a mass of curly black cock hair.

Then, when he was completely naked, he moved to Kit. Her blouse was half unbuttoned, revealing the warm round globes of her tits. He fumbled with the rest of the buttons and peeled the blouse from her shoulders. Her tits rested like ripe melons, barely contained in the low-cut French bra. As he bent over and buried his face in her cleavage, moaning softly, she reached behind her and unclasped the map of the bra. Instantly her enormous jugs leaped into full view, and he hungrily devoured first one nipple and then the other.

He unzipped her skirt with a free hand and pushed it to the plush carpet, leaving her wearing only her sheer pink panties. Her body was sleek and beautiful. The tits were huge, perfectly proportioned, the thighs full, the hips moist with sweat. Her hair fell over her shoulders like yellow sand.

His hand coaxed her legs apart. He flattened it against her pussy and rubbed round and round. He slipped his middle finger under the crotchband of her panties and began fucking it in and out of her wet pink slit.

Kit gasped. He had found her clit and was teasing, moving his fingertip back and forth over the hard lime nub.

"I want to taste this sweet pussy," he murmured in her ear. "I want to love it and lick it and tongue-fuck until you screaming for mercy."

Kit moaned aloud. "Oh, yes… take it… it's yours, take it!"

He led her to a velvet-covered chaise in one corner of the worn, laid her down on the pillows, and gently peeled the sheer pink panties down her legs, watching the slow revelation of her curly-haired crotch, a bulging mound that was so hairy it obscured the tight slit down its center. He leaned forward, kissing her navel and tickling tongue.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, tensing her muscles against him. Her hands slid through his hair, pulling him even closer to her.

His lips traveled down her warm belly and nuzzled in the curly fur of her beaver. He used both thumbs to press the center of her pussy open. He widened the crack. Oyster-pink lips peeled back to show him their inner shell, scalloped membranes of a much deeper pink. His nose was assailed with a heavy perfume. Jasmine, he thought, and smiled a secret smile.

He looked up at her. "Smells mighty nice down here," he said quietly.

She groaned and rammed her crotch against his face, burying his nose in her pussy hair and getting herself a deeply planted soul-kiss well inside the soft, wet lips of her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm… tastes nice, too," he said, kissing her inner cunt-lips again.

She grunted at the feel of his tongue slipping in and out of her moist hole. His stabbing tongue flogged her quivering clit until her belly shivered and fluttered.

She couldn't hold still. Her whole body was writhing and twisting under his hands and tongue. Thrills surged through her, and an uncontrollable rapture and need for release was arising in her drooling cunt.

"Oh, Michael, Michael… please… please put your wonderful cock inside me. I need it… I need to feel it pounding in my cunt!"

In answer to her pleas, he started licking harder and harder at her clit. Beneath his tongue the erect and slippery little nub swiveled and pounded with her pulse. It rolled elusively. Her fingers dug into him and her head rocked back and forth on the pillows; every breath she took was a sighing sob.

"Now, Michael… now! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

He clamped down hard on her clit with his tongue and his teeth. She had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from shrieking as she came and came, shuddering all over in a violent release that had her jerking and kicking on the chaise with the violence of her orgasm.

She was still coming, panting and flowing inside, when he scrambled up and onto her. One swift jerk of his hips sent his great, hard-throbbing cock deep into the hairy crimson cleft of her cunt.

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she cried, convulsing.

He fucked in and out of her slippery pussy with hard, fast strokes that make his inflated balls slap in a tattoo against the shining crease of her ass. She was so wet and open that his prick glided smoothly in and out of her clasping cunt, swimming in her warmth, rolling from side to side. She put her legs up at his side, locked her feet behind his powerful back to feel his cock as deeply as possible.

He fucked into her as deep and as hard as he possibly could. She rolled liar hips up again and they came together like an avalanche. He hunched in and out quickly, sliding deep into her cunt with his massive tool until the walls reverberated with her moans of pleasure and pain, and she shoved her cunt hard up against his plummeting rod.

Her eyes burned like flames, as he dove, dove, spearing her wet fuck-hole with a fury that kept them both breathless. She reached under with a free hand and jammed two fingers into his asshole.

"Oh, shit, baby! That'll do it! I'm gonna come like a fucking dam bursting!" he yelled, dropping his massive weight onto her and with several convulsive, swift thrusts of his hips, shot his hot cum into her tightly stuffed hole. Stream after stream of the creamy jism poured into Kit's seething pussy. The sensation filled her with ecstasy and triggered another come in her.

"I'm coming! I'm coming again!" she cried out, her whole body spasming as orgasm shook her.

She couldn't get enough of his fantastic cock and she viciously slammed herself upward, her mouth wide open, cum dripping out of her cunt. Michael's pubic hairs were sopped with her cream as he kept up his relentless attack on her pussy, driving into her hard and deep, until the last drop of his cum had shot into her cunt.

Kit felt as though she had been coming for hours. Her head rested on his shoulder as she heaved her ass up and dawn, squeezing his prick with her cunt muscles.

Michael's balls squirted once again before they hung loose and empty. He slowed his pace until he stopped altogether. Kit lay under him, glowing in her orgasm. Pleasure and deep-felt satisfaction covered her like a cocoon. She was secure in her pussy and Michael's cock.

When it was totally limp, he pulled his prick gently out of her sopping pussy. Kit sighed and smiled and propped herself up on the chaise and looked at his prick, now all wrinkly and shrunken. She leaned over and gave the head a few licks and then a kiss before she sat back up again.

"Beautiful thing," she said.

"You like to fuck, don't you, baby?" Michael said.

"I love it," she replied. "More than anything!"

"Can you act as well as you fuck?" he asked.

"Try me," Kit replied confidently.

"Well," Michael said, rising and pulling his trousers on, "there's a role I have in mind… but the producer, George Steinburg, wants to see you first. He's taking some people on his yacht for a weekend cruise to Catalina. Wanna come?"

"Do I!" Kit shouted, jumping to her feet and grabbing her clothes.

"Meet me at the marina Friday morning at 8:30. You can't miss the boat. It's the biggest one in the whole damn harbor!"

"Oh, God," Kit said, standing there, suddenly motionless, "what'll I wear?"

"Preferably," Michael laughed, "just what you have on now – nothing."

He turned to his desk and pushed the buzzer on the intercom. "And, by the way, if there are any more at home like you, bring them along, too…"

Kit dashed up the stairs and burst through the door to her apartment. She could hardly wait to tell her roommate, Terri, everything that had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours. She was halted by the sound of voices coming from Terri's bedroom.

Shit, Kit thought, she had a million things to do, and now she'd have to go to a mall or something, just so Terri could fuck around all afternoon. She turned to retrace her steps to the front door.

"Oh, Rick," Terri murmured from the next room. "It's so hot and hard!"

A flush of mischievous heat brought color to Kit's face as she realized that all she would have to do would be to tiptoe into her own bedroom open the connecting door just a crack, and…

"You've got great tits, baby."

"I've never seen it in the light before, lover. It's so long!"

"Lift your ass so I can get your panties off and fuck you with it."

Kit's mouth went dry. Her eyes became round and glazed and her heart pounded erratically in her chest as she listened. There was a long stretch of silence, the tiny squeak of a bedspring, a breathless moan, the rustle of discarded clothing.

She had to see.

She sprinted across the living room, shut her own bedroom door behind her, and then quietly padded over to the door that separated her room from Terri's.

Terri and Rick were lying on the bed. Both were completely naked. Rick was on his back, and she was lying on her side, her head resting on his chest, looking down at the man's rigid, blood-engorged cock. Her right hand was moving up and down the length of the long shaft, caressing it, occasionally stopping at its base to cup the heavy balls.

"Beautiful," Terri cooed, more to Rick's massive prick than to Rick.

Kit saw the girl's head move a few inches farther down his chest. He brought his right hand up to stroke her smooth, unblemished back, allowing his fingers to course languidly down over one full ass-cheek and then in to caress the shadowed crease between her buttocks.

"You know what I want to do, lover?" Terri whispered hotly.

"Suck it… suck this beautiful hunk of meat like it's never been sucked before."

"Do it, baby. Take it in that luscious mouth of yours and suck the jism right out of it."

Terri moved her head down until her breath stirred his pubic hairs when she talked. "It looks like it's aching to be kissed."

All the time she talked, her hand kept sliding up and down the thick, blue-veined rod.

Kit's eyes were riveted feverishly on the short space – not more than three inches – between Rick's hard cock and Terri's pretty pink lips. Her mouth began watering, and she found herself mentally urging her friend on.

"Go on… kiss it," Rick moaned, taking the words right out of Kit's mouth; Terri smiled and made a purring sound deep in her throat. She moved her head forward and pressed her lips against the base of his rigid dick.

Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue burrowed into the black forest of his pubic hair and then began a wet, glistening trail up his blushing, throbbing shaft. She held the mammoth rod with a strong pressure as her lips covered the length of Rick's fat fuck-pole, her tongue flicking and darting and curling around its circumference, as it moved upwards.

At the veiny tip of his cock, Terri paused momentarily, as though she were almost overcome by the intoxicating passion generated by her wanton task. Her blue-green eyes, humid pools of lust, looked up at Rick. Already tense with the wild sensation evoked by her practiced mouth, he merely nodded, wing her on.

Again, Terri's mouth descended on his tool.

Her tongue flicked wetly across the distended, slit like cum-hole, and then moved in circular a pattern around the swollen knob. When she planted a sucking kiss on his sensitive, swollen cock-head, Kit saw Rick grit his teeth and arch his back against the mind-blowing sensation this caused in him. A guttural groan escaped his lips as Terri moved her hungry mouth up and down the underside of his prick, until finally the sparse hairs on his balls were tickling her nostrils.

She took one of his bursting nuts in her mouth and sucked on it like a piece of hard candy. Then she moved down, down, and, blowing softly, stuck her wet tongue in Rick's asshole.

"Oh, baby!" Rick groaned as he bucked up to her in feverish passion.

Immediately Terri's tongue was teasingly snaking back up the throbbing pillar of cock-meat. When she reached the engorged knob, Rick's fingers entwined in her hair and guided her hungry, O-shaped mouth over his swollen cock-head.

"Suck it, baby," he grated through bared teeth. "Use your lips on it like you'd use your cunt!"

"Mmmmmm," Terri gurgled as she stuck as much of his cock as she could into her mouth, compressed her lips tightly around the shaft, and began moving her head up and down, making tiny succulent noises and creating an exquisite friction between cock and lips.

"Yeah… yeah," Rick groaned. "Suck it… suck it!"

He was watching her intently as her head bobbed up and down on his fuck-pole. He seemed insanely fascinated by the alternate billowing of her cheeks, by the difference in flesh tones between the fair complexion of her face and the giddy rush of his rock-hard, saliva-coated cock.

Kit's own pussy was spasming and creaming its juice as she saw Terri feverishly increase the tempo of her pistoning like mouth, saw Rick begin to arch his hips upwards in an attempt to force his bursting prick even, deeper into the beautiful girl's throat. "Harder!" he hissed. "Suck it harder, baby!"

Faster and faster, he fucked into the girl's avid mouth, jerking his hips back and forth furiously. His cock seemed to swell to bigger and newer dimensions, and its ruddy color deepened as more blood surged into its sponge-like passages.

Frantic slurping, sucking, smacking noises filled the room as the crescendo neared. Suddenly, Rick's climax was heralded by his agonized cry of ecstasy.

"Ooooohhhhhh, shit, baby! I-I'm… I'm cooommiinnnggg!"

And in the next instant, the fat, glistening cock began jerking and spunking convulsively into Terri's waiting, eager mouth, scalding her throat torrents of hot, creamy fuck-juice, filling her oral cavity until at last she gagged and had to swallow. But even then some of the sticky, white jizz escaped her pumping, tightly compressed lips. A few drops ran down her chin, while still more drops coursed down the saliva-slickened rod that was still bucking and spewing more juice into her mouth.

Terri continued to swallow Rick's cum as fast as she could, until finally the muscular contractions of his cock began to subside and the spasming jets of cum began to languish. She continued to suck until the last drop of juice had passed through her lips and was on its way to her belly. When the stiff meat between her lips began to grow limp, she took her mouth away and began licking the remaining spunk from his wilting shaft.

Then she rested her head on his wet thigh and purred dreamily with satisfaction. "It was good," she said simply.

Rick, too breathless to respond with words, grunted his agreement.

Kit, her hand full of her own pussy-juice from bringing herself off, crept back out of her own bedroom, across the living room, and quietly closed the front door behind her.

"Be right there," Terri called from the bedroom. "Just gotta grab my swim suit."

"From what Michael said," Kit grinned, "we probably won't need one!"

Kit had decided to ask Terri to go along on the cruise, a little for moral support, and, just maybe, there might be a part in the film for her best friend, too. Neither one of them had had much work in the past six months, and they were running low on bread.

"Okay, future superstar, let's go!" Terri said, breezing past her and out the door.

Michael had been right about the yacht – it was the biggest fucking boat in the entire marina, and when the girls pulled up and parked their Triumph at the dock, Michael was standing on the bow, waving them aboard.

"Mmmm, not bad," Terri murmured.

"Which?" Kit replied. "The boat or the man?" "Both, as a matter of fact," Terri smiled. "Is he all yours? Or can anybody play?"

Kit turned serious for a moment. "To tell you the truth, Terri, I'm not sure. I kinda wish he were all mine, but… I have the feeling no one female will ever be able to claim him."

As if in answer to the question, they looked up to the bow of the ship just as the beautiful blonde secretary from Reynolds' office appeared beside him, and hooked her arm protectively through his.

Turning to Terri, Kit shrugged and said, "See what I mean?"

Terri leaned over and gave her friend a reassuring squeeze on her arm. "Forget it, honey. There are a lot of cocks on the beach, as the saying goes. Let's enjoy 'em all!"

The cruise over to the island was a ban, with Bloody Mary's and sloe gin fizzes appearing every five minutes on a tray carried by a handsome, uniformed cabin boy.

The guests on board turned out to be ideally tuned in to one another. In addition to Kit, Terri and Michael, there was Michael's beautiful secretary, Sandra, George Steinburg, the producer, and owner of the boat, and Cliff Richards, a gorgeous hunk of man and a damn fine actor, who had already been nominated for two Oscars.

After lunch, the three girls immediately stripped their clothes off and stretched their naked bodies out on the upper deck to take advantage of the sun.

Kit looked at Sandra's body admiringly. She was in her early thirties, tall and slender, with clear, icy-blue eyes. Her tits were like a couple of pillows, soft and bouncy, the kind you want to fluff up and bury your face in.

Then Kit rolled over and looked at her friend Terri. Hers was the opposite build of Sandra, short and plumpish, with round, firm buttocks that jiggled delectably when she walked. Even now, stretched out on the air mattress, they wiggled like two bowls of jello whenever she stirred. Sensing Kit's gaze, Terri suddenly looked up at her friend, gave her a wink and rolled over onto her back, exposing a deep auburn beaver that perfectly matched the chestnut mane on her head.

Absently, Kit wondered to herself what it would be like to nuzzle her hose into that beautiful bush. She had never made it with another girl before. Not because she hadn't wanted to. It had just never come up. But on this cruise, she thought, anything might be possible. She smiled contentedly and dozed off under the soothing rays of the hot sun.

They were awakened by the three men sharply whacking each of them on their bare rumps. "Hey, everybody get decent," George said. "We're pulling into Avalon."

Cliff Richards' hand lingered on Terri's luscious ass as he bent down and whispered in her ear, "Hey, how about you and me exploring the island together? I know this great little secluded beach."

Terri was up and dressed in brief shorts and a halter in minutes. The two of them slipped away from the rest of the group, leaving them to swim and drink away the rest of the afternoon on board the ship.

Cliff rented a motorcycle in the tiny town of Avalon, and the two of them took off through the mountains above the bay, down winding paths, across open fields where wild boar and buffalo still warned, over to the far side of the island.

"We're almost there," Cliff yelled back to Terri, who, aside from enjoying the sights, was thrilling to the feel of Cliff's muscular body against hers as she pressed tightly to him on the bike. That touching, plus the constant roar and vibrations of the bike between her legs, had turned her on to the point that her pussy was creaming right through her brief bikini panties and her tight shorts.

Then they were there. A tiny strip of white beach, surrounded by high cliffs, secluded, romantic. Cliff grabbed the blanket he had tied onto the bike, and led Terri down to the water's edge.

"Let's go skinny-dipping!" he said, a wide grin breaking across his handsome face.

Laughing, Terri quickly stripped off her halter, shorts and panties, and raced him into the ocean. The motion of the water caught her off balance and in a moment he was beside her, his arm firmly round her.

Through the throbbing of the water all around them, she could feel his rod moving against her stomach, his strong legs pushing themselves in between hers. They were up to their necks in the water, their backs to the beach. As Terri felt her legs spread apart, she could feel the insistent pulsating of the water begin to massage her cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you right here, beautiful," Cliff whispered in her ear.

"Oh, yes… you! I'm so ready for you. I want it!" she moaned. She leaned back and let herself float a little in the water, easing her legs apart so that his rod could enter her cunt.

Cliff moved farther down to where it was deeper and she could no longer touch bottom. She floated now as he adjusted himself to move easily into her cunt, his hands under her arms holding her up. He began to move back and forth in the water, each time brushing his massive prick closer and closer to her eager pussy.

"How's that?" he cooed in her ear. "Ever get fucked in the water before?"

She shook her head. He was moving harder now. The foamy water made her head spin. It felt wonderful, her whole body felt charged. She felt his mouth move over her face, his body rub against her, then move apart, letting the salty water seep between them, vibrating their pores, massaging all their skin. Then he was back again, pushing his cock into her cunt.

All the motion became united with the motion of the water, their fucking and the water whirling around them. All of her body began to throb with the water, with Cliff's steady in and out fuck-strokes. Rhythmically, she moved her body, swaying as it floated lightly, but pinned to him by his prick, like an apple at the end of a stick.

"It tingles," she murmured as the feeling spread from her toes up to her cunt.

It burned from the friction of his flesh pushing against her in the water. It felt wonderful. He rammed his prick in her gripping fuck-hole again. Her head was reeling. Her entire cunt was burning and tingling simultaneously as the frothy water swirled around them, never stopping.

Cliff lunged against and into her with more force now, a greater urgency. The water came up and covered Terri's face for a quick second, then receded, until she felt her cunt begin to tighten around his plunging dick, tighten and begin to be lost in a crash of orgasm. Cliff kept lunging and receding, driving in and out of her hot, wet pussy.

"Oh, Cliff… I'm so close… so close!" Terri cried.

"Let it go, baby. Let it go… come for me!" Cliff rasped.

Terri locked her legs around his waist and drove her cunt onto his impaling cock, bucking and writhing through her orgasm. Cliff could feel her sweet, creamy pussy-juice bathing his dick as it jammed in and out of her spasming cunt.

Finally she was spent, and draped her arms around his neck, panting and spitting out the water as it lapped refreshingly into her face. She could feel his still-hard cock firmly implanted in her cunt.

"You didn't come, did you?" she said to him.

"No, baby…" he smiled, grasping her firmly in his strong arms and carrying her towards the beach, "that was just the warm-up. Now you're really going to get fucked."

A moment later they were on the blanket, locked in an embrace. He planted his mouth atop hers, parting her lips and shooting his tongue out so that it met hem. She smelled warm and exotic, and his still-rigid cock throbbed to even greater proportions.

His lips left her luscious mouth and found her mouth, succulent titties, sucking greedily on the extended pink nipples. His hand slid down her creamy white flesh, going directly for her pussy, getting her excited all over again.

She reached down and locked her fingers around the pulsating shaft of his mammoth cock, feeling the blood coursing through it and matching the frantic tempo of her own pulse.

Cliff worked a finger against Terri's clit, feeling the girl twitch and squirming in his arms. She was puffing at his cock with renewed passion, and it was turning him on all the more. He wanted to taste that sweet pussy, wanted to taste the fragrant juice from her first come of just a few moments before.

He inclined his head slowly downwards, lightly flicking his tongue in her navel along her thighs, down the insides of her legs, then into the luscious auburn mat of fur that appealed to him so strongly.

Terri was more than willing to let her new lover have his way. He knew how to turn her on, all right, and now he was making the stimulation almost unbearable. She tried to control herself but soon found it impossible. It was better just to let go, to let things happen to her helpless body.

Cliff worked his tongue slowly into her pussy, tantalizingly tickling her clit, driving her wild with the sensations it produced in her cunt.

Terri sighed with lust, feeling her body turning almost inside out to meet her lover's caresses. His tongue was like a darting snake, giving her no rest at all, confusing her and making her body writhe and buck with desire.

She was cumming in his mouth, her clitoris standing up free and proud, waiting to be taken. Cliff's prick had lost none of its rigidity, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

"Let me blow you," Terri said softly. "You can fuck me and all, but I've got to feel that big thing throbbing in my mouth. Let me do it for just a few seconds."

"I can't refuse a lady," Cliff grinned.

Terri bent over and quickly closed her lips around the head of his prick. The big rod was as hard as a bar of steel and felt as if it were on fire.

Her tongue flicked back and forth over the spongy head and then she began to take more and more of the huge cock into her straining throat. Her head bobbed up and down as she swallowed the mammoth tool, farming hollows in her cheeks as she sucked harder and harder on the pulsing hunk of male meat.

Then she held just the bulbous, cock-head between her lips, slipping the tip of her tongue into the tiny eye in the head, and swirling it around.

"Oh, baby… much more of that and you'll have a load of cum in your lovely throat," he rasped. "Let me put it in your pussy."

"Hurry, lover… hurry," Terri said, lying down flat on her back again. She needed to get fucked hard and fast and that was just the way he was ring to give it to her.

He took his stiff prick in his hand and guided it to her waiting pussy-lips. He poised the knob at her cunt-mouth for an agonizing second, driving them both wild with anticipation, then lunged forward, feeling his dick slip in as if tracked by radar. Her labes were clinging to his meat, a million tongues pulling at his prick, stimulating him and turning her, on as well.

Now Cliff was all the way into her pussy, fucking her slowly and carefully, feeling every pulsating inch of her clasping cunt, turning him on to the limits of his endurance.

Then he began to fuck her harder and faster. She raised up slightly so she could look between them and watch her cunt sliding up and down on the cock that was now ramming into her without mercy. The sight inflamed her. She locked her legs around his ass and ran her hands up and down his back, digging her nails into Cliff's skin, driving him to even greater passion. They established a common fuck-rhythm, and both could feel their passion rising by the second.

Terri bucked back and forth, almost dislodging his cock, but he leaned all his weight onto her body, feeling her tits crush up against his hairy chest, her nipples taut, almost unbearably sensitive.

Suddenly, Cliff pulled his cock completely out of her cunt.

"Roll over," he rasped, his voice full of lust.

Without questioning, Terri did as he asked. Then she knew what he was going to do. She had never been fucked in the ass before, but she wanted it, wanted to experience a new sex sensation.

She bent slowly forward on her, hands and knees until her full, ripe tits were swaying beneath her. Her palms were planted firmly on the blanket, digging into the sand.

Cliff stand at the voluptuous bulges of her ass-cheeks for just a second before reaching out and grasping them firmly. He parted the soft globes and eased closer and closer with his big, red-headed cock. It glistened with the slick coating she had given it. Her bung tightened visibly in the deep crease between the cheeks he split apart.

His prick slid between her parted cheeks and nudged her asshole. She moaned and trembled and sighed. And held herself steady, waiting.

He pushed. She groaned and tensed her arms, holding herself ready.

She felt it then, coming and coming, pushing and pushing, until the big hot knob was slowly opening her shitter. It felt sharp, rather than all smooth and round. She gasped and clutched the blanket. Concentrating with every nerve and sinew of her body on relaxing, on being loose, on her desire to let his cock in, to help it in, to suck up his hard thick tool until it was buried deep in her ass.

Her mouth dropped open. The great pole was drilling steadily in, pulsing and throbbing and stirring her bowels. Her beautiful butt was high in the air, thrust enticingly up to receive his incoming meat.

He pushed. His fingers made little depressions in the magnificent ovals of flesh he held parted around the relentless shaft he shoved into her tiny asshole. He went in slowly, watching his progress, enjoying the sight of his prick as it got shorter and shorter. More and more of it disappeared into her butt.

Then her head snapped up and she emitted a grunting squeal, feeling his thick cock dip deeper into her ass, and deeper. Her nostrils quivered. Her dangling tits swung and bounced. They were thick and heavy, nakedly swinging beneath her and brushing the rough blanket with their distended tips.

The feel of that big prick oozing up her asshole brought deep warmth to her stoppered, longing cunt, until the hanging lips drooled. His hands held the globes of her ass firmly, keeping them well parted and open.

His cock sank steadily, with agonizing, titillating maddening slowness, into slippery warmth. Grinding in, inflexible and huge and dominating. Total master, for that moment, of her ass, of her body, of her mind.

His cock was in. His hairy crotch was jammed against her buns. His hard cock-meat had vanished, all the way to the balls, into her tightly clinging asshole. He held it there. Huge and hot inside her, his cock was up her asshole. And he bent forward to reach around her.

She felt his hands on her lower belly, felt his fingers groping over her cunt-lips and then trying to push into her steaming cunt. She groaned. Balancing on one forearm, she reached back under herself to touch his balls. She stroked and cupped them. Then her fingers contacted the base of his hard-on, speared in her butthole. And now he began to move, slipping his dick in and out of her hot, wet, crowded shitter.

She clung to the base of his prick, but had to release it to maintain her balance on the shifting sand. He was pulling far back and ramming in again, deeply up her asshole, in drives so fierce she was almost knocked over.

She accepted his drives, recovered from them gasping, and ground her body back against his, writhing in surging passion as his cock swooped steadily in and out of her tight bung. She squealed and bucked madly, jerking and shuddering in delight. She knew her cunt was creaming and flowing even as her ass-tunnel loosened around his prick. But she felt every long inch of it as his rod pumped in and out of the tightness of her grasping ass.

Her belly strained and tightened. Her asshole was being treated like a pussy, fucked like a tight cunt, just as hard and deep. And it was willing, loose, open, swallowing his cock-shaft every time it jammed in and pulled out. The rock-hard length of him rammed in and out of her shitter, tunneling with increasing ease into the hot, humid, hole.

She fucked back just as strongly. Groaning and gasping. Pushing all her weight back against his impaling rod.

Then they were both there. Screaming and writhing through their mutual come, jism and cunt-juice mixed together to form rivers in Terri's pussy hair and drip in streams onto the blanket beneath them.

Terri closed her eyes and let her orgasm run its course. One spasm followed another and soon she felt as though she had blacked out. The sweat was pouring off her lovely body and she could hardly remember how it has all happened. Cliff's cock continued to spew hot, molten cum with all the force of a water cannon. It seemed that he would never stop coming, that there was an endless supply of hot salty fizz locked up in his balls, clamoring for total release.

But then, just a few seconds later, she felt his incredible lust begin to wane, and he fell breathless and totally spent onto her satiated form.

"Now that's what I call a fuck," he gasped.

"I have to hand it to you, Reynolds, you have great taste in women." George Steinburg was freshening their drinks again, and eyeing the naked bodies of Kit and Sandra on the sun deck. "That Kit is quite a looker."

"Thank you, sir. I quite agree with you," Michael replied, following his gaze.

"Can she act?" George asked.

Michael paused, looking at him over the rim of his glass. "Does it matter?" he replied.

George looked sharply at him for minute, then a wide grin creased his face. "You know me too damn well," he laughed. George Steinburg had a reputation in the industry of choosing leading ladies who were long on tits and short on talent. "Is there anything serious between you two?"

"I'm having fling with her, but I'm getting a little worried," Michael answered nervously. "She's beginning to show those signs of ownership… little sidelong hints about our 'future'."

"Guess you're just irresistible," George cracked. "One taste of that big dick of yours and they hear wedding bells."

Michael stared angrily at his friend and then laughed. It was good to have George around. The older man had shown Michael the ropes when he had first come to Hollywood, and the two of them had become fast friends. Even now he was being the voice of common sense. Still, Michael was concerned about Kit's obvious feelings for him, and had no idea what to do about it.

"I almost feel like I'd want her to fuck somebody else," he continued. "just to get her off my hands. I like her all right, but I'm far from being ready to settle down to one chick."

"Well, if I can be of any service, just ring," George answered. "I wouldn't mind trying her on for size."

"You're welcome to try," Michael answered.

"It might work out pretty good for both of us," George said, warming to his subject. "I know you swing with Sandra. What would you say to a little… foursome?"

Michael stared at his friend directly, a broad smile across his tanned face. "Now you're talking!"

"Let's try it," George said. "I mean, we'll get the girls in my stateroom, have a few more drinks. Maybe Sandra will have some grass left… she always seems to have a supply stashed somewhere. Anything could happen."

They planned their strategy. George would invite Sandra to come to his stateroom for a drink before dinner, and then Michael and Kit would walk in, as if unexpected. They would be invited for a drink and then they would see what developed.

Thirty minutes later, with Kit on his arm, Michael rapped on the door to George's stateroom and quickly entered. George and Sandra were sitting on the bed, their drinks almost untouched on the bedside table. They were still dressed, but it looked like they were none too happy at being interrupted.

"Well, come on in," George said, taking his arm off Sandra's body. "I wasn't exactly expecting you, but as long as you're here, we might a well have a drink together."

"Sorry for the interruption," Michael lied. "We were planning on going to a great little restaurant in Avalon for dinner, and thought you might like to join us."

"Sure," George said, "but, let's have another drink first. Okay with you?"

The four of them finished off a pitcher of martinis in less than an hour. Their conversation became friendly and rather animated, and George made things even more romantic by turning on the stereo, giving them a background of soft music, relaxing everyone completely.

Sandra leaned over and whispered something in George's ear and he said, sure, she might as well have a few joints. Everyone was feeling pretty mellow already and there was no reason not to make a real party out of it.

Kit had smoked grass only a few times before, but George was so charming and reassuring that she took the joint immediately and smoked it without hesitation. She was game for anything, and, anyway, it didn't seem like a good idea to begin offending the man who could give her her big break.

Soon the foursome was feeling mellow and happy. The music was getting louder and louder and now they were playing something that would be easy to dance to. George got up and offered his hand to Kit, glad that the girl was being cooperative. She still might fuck things up when it got to the highlight of the evening, but so far, she was being perfect.

Michael reached over and scooped Sandra into his arms, swirling her around the tiny stateroom floor in a rather lousy imitation of Astaire and Ginger Rogers, which ended with everyone giggling hysterically.

"Michael, would you take me to my room for a few minutes?" Sandra asked, totally relaxed and glowing. "George is too lazy to do me any favors, but I've got some pills in my bag that I think you'd all enjoy."

Now Kit was alone with George and she began to suspect that something was going on. Still, she was so high and happy from the liquor and grass that it all seemed all right. Yes, she was with a bunch of sophisticated people and it was no time for her to start acting like a jealous child.

George continued to dance with Kit, holding her closer and closer, giving the girl no chance to collect her thoughts. She was a perfectly dazzling creature and it would be a pleasure to fuck her. All he had to do was take his time and play his cards right and she would be his for the asking.

Michael and Sandra would be back in a few minutes, so George swung into action without hesitation. He complimented Kit on what a beautiful creature she was, comparing her with some of the leading ladies he'd hired for some of his other pictures, hinting that it would be a pleasure to work with Kit, "if things worked out".

"Oh, I'm sure they will," Kit said, immediately sizing up the situation, "if you'll just give me a chance to show you what I can do…"

His lips found hers, they were moist and welcomingly parted. He felt her tongue gliding effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until it found his tongue. Quick, darting movements, thrusts of tongue against tongue, heightened the growing passion in their bodies.

She could not deny that she was attracted to him. He was tall and handsome, and, because he was a little older, there was a suaveness and sophistication about him that excited her. She wanted to fuck him.

She allowed herself to be steered to the bed and, before she knew what was happening, she was naked, stripped to the skin. She closed her eyes and let George take her, forgetting completely about Michael and Sandra. George got out of his clothes quickly and smoothly and then pulled the curtains on the portholes closed, leaving the room bathed in only dusky light. He turned to look at her on the bed.

She was going to be a terrific piece of ass, he told himself, small and delicate, but with a big set of tits and an ass that seemed almost too large for her body.

Kit's head was swimming from all the booze and pot. But, she thought, she would come around all right in just a few minutes, when she felt his big cock sink into her seething cunt.

George went directly to work kissing the girl on her full red lips and working his hands down to her luscious tits. She responded immediately, reaching out for his prick, turned on as if she had taken an aphrodisiac. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel his mammoth prick rammed up inside her cunt splitting her in two.

At that moment, Michael and Sandra sneaked back into the room. They quickly shed their clothes, and, ignoring the other two for the moment, locked into a passionate embrace of their own. Michael was all over Sandra's luscious body, nabbing his rock-hard cock against her tits, rubbing her crotch with the heel of his hand, smothering her parted lips with devouring kisses.

Kit caught their movement out of the corner of her eye, and suddenly realized that she was taking part in her first orgy. It bothered her for a few seconds, but then she could concentrate on nothing but her new lover, who refused to give her a minute in which to catch her thoughts. The man was turning her on too intensely for that.

He had his enormous cock right against her pussy now and was forcing his way into her cunt-hole slowly, but inexorably. She looked over and saw the other couple writhing against each other. Sandra was down on her knees on the floor, blowing Michael's magnificent prick. He had his fingers twined in her hair and was pulling her tightly into him, ramming her hollowed mouth with his tool. The sight made her wild with desire and she closed her eyes and bucked up against George's invading prick.

He was inside her completely now, his big prick pulsating wildly. She closed her eyes and gave in to him completely. She had been tricked into the whole scene, but she was definitely enjoying it and having the time of her life with her lover's friend.

Michael moaned as Sandra's tongue laved up and down the length of his throbbing cock. She knew just what to do to drive a man out of his mind with desire. It would be a pleasure to fill that clinging mouth with cum.

Now Sandra was flicking her tongue back and forth across the tip of his cock, turning him on even more. He looked over at George fucking the daylights out of Kit, and smiled as he realized that, before long, he would have the pleasure of reaming both these beautiful girls at the same time.

As for George, he was discovering and respecting his friend's good taste. Kit had been a little uptight at first, but now that his cock was sunk deep in her quivering pussy, the girl was really delivering, moving with him, grinding her ass into the mattress, almost ready to have her first orgasm.

He sank his prick all the way into her yielding pussy, enjoying the girl's confusion to the limit. She might be a little immature, but she was really fantastic in bed. In some ways she was, even more passionate than Sandra, certainly a lot easier to dominate in bed.

He began to massage her thrusting, pink-tipped tits again, not letting her relax for a minute. He was a little afraid that she might rebel if she were given a chance to think about things. He would have to use all his resources, keep her too busy to think, a thing that would be a pleasure to accomplish. Little did he know just how eagerly Kit was taking to this wild, new experience. She was lost completely, utterly, in tile throes of sexual ecstasy.

Sandra moaned as she sucked greedily on Michael's cock. They had been lovers many times over the past two yew, and she loved blowing him more than anything. He relaxed to the sudden, surrounding warmth and the darting, pleasure-giving tongue.

The skin on his prick tightened. He opened his legs, pointing his dick forward, his hands placed on her head. Then he leaned over her, caressed her hair, her neck, her arms. He ran his fingers along the smooth bare back.

Sandra was proud of her talents as a cock-sucker and wanted Michael to be fully aware of them. She opened her throat wide, looking at the full length of his prick.

Then she bent her head forward and, inch by agonizing inch, his cock disappeared down into her straining throat. Soon she had managed to turn the trick, digging her teeth into the base of his tool and brushing his wiry pubic hair with her sensual lips. No man could resist that, she knew, and Michael was no exception.

She kept his prick buried in her throat for a few seconds and then let it slide halfway out again, this time covered with a fine film of her warm saliva. He was almost ready to come, but there were other tricks she knew that she had not yet had a chance to perform.

She let his hard cock slide completely out of her mouth and went to work directly on his hairy, pendulous balls. The vulnerable globes shrank away from her tongue at first, but then she opened her mouth wide and took them in without hesitation, knowing that it would turn Michael on all the more.

On the bed, Kit was practically creaming in George's arms now, whispering in his ear, telling him how close she was to orgasm. He had done a good job of fucking her and now the girl was about to prove it in no uncertain terms.

She moaned once more and then finally rocked through her orgasm, quivering wildly beneath him, no longer able to control herself. The girl was super passionate, George thought, and it was no wonder that she wanted to fuck Michael all the time. Hell, it would be a waste to let a girl like that go frustrated.

He kept fucking her long after her come had faded into oblivion, wanting to turn her on all over again. From what he could see out of the corner of his eye, Sandra was just about to get a mouthful of cum. They would be done soon and then the orgy would begin in full force.

Michael was working his prick back into Sandra's mouth, giving the beautiful girl no chance to relax. She smiled up at him with her eyes and then rubbed her tits firmly against his knees, feeling her nipples tighten in the process. It was fun blowing him, but soon it would be time for her to get laid.

It was all over a few minutes later, the two men coming within seconds of one another. Michael fucked his cock into Sandra's mouth and, then let the juices fly, delighted at the way the girl would swallow the cum as quickly as he could produce it, delighted with the reward he had bestowed upon her.

As for Kit, her lover was fucking her harder and harder than before, getting ready to fill her overloaded pussy with his hot, creamy spunk. She twisted and writhed beneath him, duping and relaxing the muscles of her cunt, arching into him to get the full thrust of each forceful lunge.

Then he came, jamming his cock into her twitching hole as he erupted. Again and again, stream after stream of thick, hot jism spurted from his rod deeply inside her belly, until at last he relaxed, and his wilting prick slipped from her juice-soaked cunt.

Sandra called over to Kit in a husky, sultry voice. "Kit, honey, that was great, wasn't it? Now let's get down to some real fucking. Want to play a game? Come on, let's get down on the floor together and let them fuck us from behind," she suggested. "I bet you can't even tell which is which once they're inside you."

"Right on," George added with great enthusiasm. "Come on, you two, I got a hard-on that just won't quit."

The two girls dropped down to their hands and knees on the floor and George looked over at Michael with an unabashed smile on his suntanned face. To think that Michael had been worried about the whole thing! Kit was a lot wilder titan he had given her credit for hems a real first-class little sex-pot.

The two girls looked absolutely fantastic on all fours, their assholes and pussies standing out and waiting to be abused. Both men felt their pricks rising to the occasion with incredible swiftness. The only thing was deciding who would get in on the action first, which girl to be fucked where first.

Michael took care of that immediately. He told the girls to close their eyes and guess who, was fucking them. Then he crouched quietly behind Kit and began to work his cock into her wet pussy, quickly asking her in a muffled voice if she thought it was him or George.

"It… it's George again," Kit said tentatively. "You were just fucking me before. I know it's you."

"Guess again, baby," Michael answered, shoving his prick deeper into the girl's cunt. "I ought to be pissed off at you for not knowing me, confusing me with that old man!"

He gave her a few quick jabs with his hardening cock, and then motioned to George to take his place. Without missing a stroke, George plowed into Kit's oozing pussy, while Michael immediately attacked Sandra from behind. The girl had given him one of the best blow-jobs of his life and it was a sure thing that she would be equally expert with her pussy.

He got behind her and then worked his cock into her cunt with agonizing slowness. He could feel her tiny hole opening against his midsection and thought that it would be a pleasure to cum in the little beauty. But that could wait till later.

For now it was a pleasure to fuck the girl with to other couple just inches away on the floor. He reached out and cupped Kit's pendulously swaying tits, tweaking the hardened nipples until a cry erupted from her throat.

Then he reached around Sandra and cupped one of her luscious jugs. He groaned at the ecstasy of being able to fondle two pairs of voluptuous, heaving tits all at the same time.

His prick was firmly rooted in Sandra's cunt and he lost no time in driving her to a peak of ecstasy with lunge after lunge of his hot, throbbing, driving meat. She screamed through her orgasm, pumping her sopping pussy back against him with all the strength in her beautiful body.

Michael looked down at her swaying butt with lust-filled eyes, and decided that now was the time to fuck her in the ass. She was really asking for it, waving her buttocks from side to side, taunting him with her magnificent body.

Sandra sighed with passion as she felt the thick cock gliding out of her cunt. She could still taste Michael's cum in her mouth and he had brought her to orgasm in short order. The only thing left was to take it up the ass and now he was going to do that to her. Yes, the orgy was turning into a complete success.

She sighed again as the big prick pressed against the opening of her irresistible bung-hole, looking over at the other couple and seeing that George was really socking it to Kit, fucking the girl from behind, rocking back and forth on his heels as if holding on for dear life.

Michael was really turning her on now, pressing his stomach against her creamy buttocks, working her body, getting his prick deeper and deeper inside her shitter.

Now his cock was finally inside her asshole, his path cased by the pussy-juice that was covering her thighs and backside. She had to strain to keep the big prick from hurting her, but that was all right, too. With all the drinking and smoking they had done, Sandra felt like she could have serviced ten men.

Michael heaved a groan of lust as he entered Sandra's asshole. Ass-fucking had always turned him on, and Sandra was really good at it, moving with him and not complaining for a second.

He held his massive cock rooted inside her hole and began to twirl it slowly, knowing that he was getting to the girl, making her respond to his furious thrusts. She seemed to like it when it hurt a little.

He slammed his rigid rod in her shitter again and again, having lost the fine edge of his passion in his transition from one hole to the other. But he was soon feeling hot and horny again, ready to do his best fucking. Sandra was whipping her body around like a wildcat, impatient for him to get on.

He reared back one last time and then gave Sandra the works, pressing his body against her ass and holding her by the hips. His prick was bucking uncontrollably now, the cum spurting out in long teams. He was completely out of control, seduced by her frenzied motions. She matched him stroke for stroke, until they were both exhausted, their bodies spent.

Then he gently pulled his prick out of her hole and they both sat beck to watch the other couple continue their exploration.

Kit and George were frantically rooting into each other, moving together toward a common orgasm. It was reining and stimulating simultaneously to sit there and watch them.

Sandra couldn't take her eyes off George's huge pulsing cock as it disappeared, then reappeared at Kit's clasping cunt. She almost felt as if his prick were going in and out of her own dripping pussy. Well, she told herself, the evening was still young. She was sure the two men, working together, would satisfy her completely.

George worked his rock-hard tool in and out of Kit's well-lubricated pussy until the girl was ready to come. He smiled aver at Michael as the girl cried out her lust and clamped her cunt dawn around his probing cock. He was almost ready to shoot his own load now, to fill the girl's sweet cunt with boiling jizz.

He waited until Kit's orgasm had finished and then began to give the girl the business, fucking her so hard that it was difficult for her to keep her balance.

It was all over a few seconds later and the four lovers decided to have a few more drinks and another joint before continuing. There was no doubt that two couples could have more fun than one. They had proved it, and now they were going to do so all over again.

Later that night Kit stretched out on the bunk in her stateroom and thought about what had happened. She wanted to tell Terri about the wild foursome, but her roommate had gone, off somewhere with Cliff, and wasn't back yet.

Kit was confused. She had had a good time but had always thought of orgies as something for other people, something a good girl read about in books. Maybe you dreamed about things like that, but you just didn't do them. If only it had been unpleasant, she could have dealt with it far more easily.

The lovely young girl was not used to dealing with problems of that nature. Her life had always run rather smoothly, especially now that she was a beautiful young woman. Men were always fawning over her; yet her sexual experiences had always been conventional-one man, one girl. Her confusion was as novel as it was unsettling, and soon Kit decided that she could no longer keep it to herself.

She had to talk to somebody. Suddenly she sat up an her berth, realizing, that there was indeed one person she felt she could confide in, the girl who had shared her confusing experience. Maybe Sandra could help settle things in her mind.

It was almost midnight but she felt sure that Sandra would be awake and in her stateroom. It would be somewhat embarrassing to ask the girl a battery of dumb questions, but Sandra had seemed, for all her sophistication, like a really nice girl, somebody Kit could trust.

She dressed quickly and then headed out the door. The water was rough and the waves were slamming against the side of the boat, causing it to teeter dangerously. But Kit liked the stormy weather, particularly in her current mood. It was a challenge to her to negotiate the slippery deck.

She knocked at Sandra's door and then let herself in without waiting for a reply, assuming that the girl would be alone. Sure enough, Sandra was lying in bed reading, her hair spread out on the pillow, only a small light over her bunk. She seemed surprised but not angry at the interruption.

"Kit," she smiled. "Good to see you still walking. I wanted to talk to you this afternoon, but those two men didn't give me much of a chance. Come in and take a seat, if you're not too tired."

"I couldn't sleep at all," Kit admitted. "It's not the weather, it's just… well, I felt like talking to someone."

Sandra sat up in bed, arranging her thin nightgown around her voluptuous body. Yes, she had expected to see Kit again, but not exactly under these circumstances. But this could fit into her plans for Kit quite well, as long as she took it easy on the girl.

"I guess it was that orgy thing that has you upset. It was the first time you ever did anything like that, wasn't it?" Sandra said. "Come on, don't be a baby about it. You're a big girl."

"It's funny," Kit replied. "I don't hate myself for it or anything like that. It's just that I've always had my sex so straight and ordinary… and it all happened so fast."

"Well, I think George and Michael had the whole thing planned in advance," Sandra said soothingly.

"I've done it before so I guess it wasn't likely to bother me too much."

"But, Sandra, the thing about it that's bothering me," Kit said, "I loved it! I can hardly wait to do it again!"

Sandra broke into ripples of laughter, causing her voluptuous tits to jiggle and bounce provocatively in her filmy nightgown. "Is that all?" she laughed. "Well, in that case, lover, come on over here and let's celebrate the new chapter in the sex education of Kit Kingston!"

She reached into her night-table drawer and pulled out the remains of the marijuana she brought with her from the mainland.

The two lovely young creatures polished off several joints in a couple of minutes and Kit had to admit that she felt, a lot better. It was warm and secure in the room, especially in the middle of the storm. Sandra was being a real friend, someone Kit could relax with.

"You would have done it sooner or later," Sandra said. "I mean, this is a funny time we're living in. All the old values are gone, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, sure," Kit agreed. "But, you know what I think my problem is? I feel guilty… about not feeling guilty!"

Sandra laughed again. "Then welcome to the club, honey. Just relax and enjoy it!" Then the older girl grew serious. "And you know, in this crazy business, a girl needs to play her cards right… with the right people to get a break."

"Mmmmm," Kit said. "I'm beginning to see what you mean." She rose and started for the door. "But I'm keeping you up. Maybe I ought to try to get some sleep."

"No, stay here with me," Sandra insisted. "I love talking to you. Come on, lie down on the bed with me and we'll stay up all night. I haven't done that since college!"

Sandra could remember other things that had happened to her in college, too, and couldn't help but think of how much fun it would be to make it with Kit. She looked over at the younger girl, wondering if she was ready for it.

The grass was taking its full effect on Kit, making her warm and glowy, and instilling a desire for human contact. She snuggled close to the beautiful girl, tempting Sandra with her slender young body.

Sandra wrapped her arm gently around Kit's shoulders and drew the girl close to her.

Kit welcomed the animal warmth she was sharing with Sandra. The older girl had straightened her out a lot already, had shown her that she had done nothing wrong. It was nice to close her eyes and relax in Sandra's embrace, feeling the grass getting her more and more stoned.

Now Sandra was kissing her on the cheek in a sisterly manner, calming her all the more. It felt right to have those warm lips pressed against her checks and neck. She was almost asleep now but fully awake on another level, waiting for something to happen.

Sandra sensed that her triumph was virtually in the bag. The girl could not possibly resist her now. Kit wanted it as badly as she did, but Sandra would have, to take the initiative, show the girl what to do. What looked like a formerly dull night was about to turn into something extra ordinary.

Sandra decided that the moment of truth had come. Kit was pressed up against her now and the girl could not be resisted much longer. She had to take her now.

Sandra bent don and kissed her full on the lips, delighted at the speed of Kit's passionate reaction. Rather than resist her, the girl had opened her mouth wide, sucking Sandra's tongue in without hesitation.

Sandra's hand reached down into the low neckline of Kit's blouse, feeling the luscious, ripe tits spring to life under her ministrations. She quickly unbuttoned the blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Her head lowered to Kit's tits, kissing the soft globes, running her tongue back and forth over the smooth pink nipples. She was being gentle with Kit now, but that would change in short order. As soon as she had won the girl's confidence, the real fun would begin for both of them.

Kit lay back on the soft mattress and reached out to turn the light off. She wanted Sandra now, could no longer fool herself about that. She looked back and saw the soft moonlight playing across the older girl's creamy white skin as Sandra untied the knot holding her peignoir and let the silky gown glide across her shoulders to the floor.

A gasp escaped Kit's throat as her eyes riveted on the mammoth tits leaping into view, their nipples hard and distended. Sandra reach down and cupped one in each hand, pressing them together into two cones, almost begging for Kit to lick them, to suck them.

"You like?" Sandra whispered.

"I like," Kit murmured.

"Then, come here."

The two luscious females lacked in a passionate embrace, their mouths fastening onto each other, their hands roaming up and down each other's soft, yielding bodies.

Sandra's hand was moving its way slowly down to Kit's fur-covered cunt, lingering at her hips and midsection, caressing and kneading the tender flesh. The girl was moaning softly, spreading her thighs farther apart to let the other girl have easier access to her velvet twat.

Now Sandra's hand was closing around Kit's soft muff, her fingers entangled in the curly hair. She continued to stroke the warm cunt-mound, and then eased the tip of her finger into the gash. It was warm and wet.

A surge of electricity passed through Kit's body as she felt Sandra's thumb rubbing against her clitoris. She was being turned on all right, but it was different from doing it with a man. Sandra was so sympathetic and gentle that she felt like she was making love on a cloud.

Sandra worked her finger into the moist opening of Kit's labes and played with the little clit with a woman's warm and gentle touch, driving Kit wild with desire. Kit spread her legs a little wider, making it easy for her lover to get at her fragrant fuck-box.

Sandra knew that she had the battle won. Her passionate friend was rolling in her arms now, pressing her tits against Sandra's body, wanting to go all the way. Now she could force her finger all the way into the girl's cunt. There wasn't a chance in the world that Kit would resist her appeal.

She worked her finger in an inch at a time and then the girl was hers, moaning with lust and asking her to continue. Soon she would be begging to have her pussy eaten out.

Sandra wasted no further time in getting what she wanted. She had always been a direct and aggressive girl, and now she was with a woman who fired her lust and her imagination. They were going to have one hell of a fuck together.

She pulled away from Kit for a few seconds, dislodging the girl's arms with difficulty. Still, Kit would have to learn a little patience; what Sandra was going to do now would turn the girl on all the more. Already the beautiful older girl could almost taste the girl's cunt, feel the soft pussy melting slowly in her mouth.

She reversed her position on the bed so that they were lying head to foot. That way it was easy for her to get at Kit's pulsing twat, shoot her tongue out and continue stimulating the girl in a way that could not be resisted.

Kit sighed with relief as she felt Sandra's tongue sliding eagerly into her dripping cunt. She had always been sensitive to cunt-lapping, and the girl was eating her out better than any man had ever done.

Sandra worked on Kit's clit for a few seconds, pleased at the way the tiny pink organ was responding to her tongue-lashing. It was easy as hell to turn Kit on, but the girl was nowhere near ready to have her climax. No, she was going to have to work hard to make Kit reach that point of release.

Her tongue was doing its work well and it was easy to wrap her arms around Kit's ass and hold the girl close to her own hungry body. Kit was beginning to approach her now, but it seemed as though Kit were still afraid to touch her pussy. It was frustrating as hell but she knew that Kit would soon come around, do the same thing she was doing to her.

Now her tongue had left the girl's clit and was plunging in and out of her fragrant snatch. Kit was warm and wet and totally delicious, the loveliest girl she had ever touched. Things were getting better and better between them, and soon the girl would know how to turn her on.

Suddenly Sandra felt the girl stoking her pussy, extending her long pink tongue and exploring the opening of her cunt. It felt absolutely fantastic already, even though the girl was hardly touching her. Still, her confidence was growing by leaps and bounds and that was the important thing.

"Yes, baby… that's it. Use your tongue… lick me, eat me!" Sandra cooed her encouragement.

Their bodies were locked together in a passionate embrace, Kit shooting her tongue in and out of Sandra's snatch with growing ease and assurance, getting into it more and more, really doing a number on Sandra's honeyed cunt. They bucked and rocked against each other, trying to devour each other's pussies with their hot, lashing tongues and teeth. Moans and animal-like mewlings bounced off the walls of the tiny room.

Sandra forced her finger into Kit's asshole, wanting to turn the girl on all the more. Kit cried out, almost ready to spill her juices into Sandra's mouth. The other girl could hardly wait for it to happen. She had worked hard to seduce the beautiful younger girl, and soon she would receive the rich reward.

Kit pressed herself close to Sandra again, shooting her tongue deeper into the older girl's pussy. She was creaming heavily and now she was learning how to turn a woman on, how to use her lips and tongue to their best advantage. It had felt strange at first but now seemed the mast natural thing in the world, something she should have done years earlier.

Sandra had slowed down the pace of her caresses somewhat but Kit was aroused now, no longer able to control her reactions. Soon she would be ready to fill the girl's mouth with cunt-cream.

Her body started to react at that point, bucking back and forth, making it difficult for Sandra to keep her tongue inside the madly vibrating pussy. Yes, Kit was really passionate, Sandra thought. It was no wonder that both men found her so irresistible.

"Oh, my God… it's happening… I'm coming! I'm coming!" Kit cried out, her body writhing and convulsing, raising her ass completely off the bed.

"Let it happen, baby give it to me… cream in my mouth!" Sandra urged as the river of sweet pussy-juice poured into her hungry mouth.

Kit squirmed and twisted on the bed but Sandra's expert tongue continued to drive her wild, fucking in and out with ever-increasing speed. She was feeling all sorts of new things inside her lovely body, one spasm of lust following another until she thought she was going to pass out.

On and on the streaming juice flowed, with Sandra eagerly lapping and swallowing the delicious honey in long, slurping gulps, until it overflowed her mouth and trickled down her chin, onto her heaving tits.

Slowly Kit's passion began to abate, and, heaving a long sigh of release, she foil back onto the pillows, knowing that no man had ever been able to eat her pussy out that well, not by a long shot.

"Was it good, lover?" Sandra cooed, reaching down to her own unfulfilled pussy, and ramming three fingers deep inside her seething hole.

"For me, fantastic," Kit moaned softly. "But, now, it's your turn."

She eased her tongue back into Sandra's hungry cunt. The whole experience would be a waste unless she could turn Sandra on equally well, give the girl her reward.

Sandra gasped, savoring the aftertaste of her lover's cunt-cream. The girl was eating her out again, not expertly, but with great feeling and devotion.

Already her passion was beginning to mount again and she knew that it would not take much more effort for Kit to bring her over the edge.

Even now the girl's tongue was driving her crazy with desire, shooting in and out of her pussy tirelessly, not resting for a second. She was getting better with every flick of her talented tongue, an apt pupil, Sandra thought to herself.

Then she could hold back no longer. The girl's tongue was up inside her cunt as far as it could go now. Kit doubled her efforts, fucking her pink tongue like a serpent in and out of Sandra's clasping pussy, burying her nose hard into her sensitive cunt, bringing moans and gasps of joy from the lovely girl's lips.

She shot her tongue in once more and felt the woman starting to come.

"Oh shit, lover… I'm there! I'm coming like a fucking dam bursting!" Sandra wailed as an ocean of pussy-cum flooded Kit's sucking mouth.

She swallowed furiously, savoring every drop without hesitation, wanting to give her female lover all the ecstasy she had given Kit. Sandra had shown her the way and she was eager to show her gratitude.

It was over in a few minutes, the two girls lying in each other's arms, each nursing her own thoughts. Sandra was worried that Kit might have second thoughts about what she had done, but Kit was smiling up at her, showing that she had loved the whole experience and would soon be ready for more.

"I got the part!" Kit shrieked, hanging up the phone and shaking Terri by the shoulders. "I report to Galaxy Studios Monday morning at 6 o'clock!"

"And who says it doesn't pay to sleep with the producer!" Terri replied, laughing and giving Kit a hug. "What kind of a part is it, anyway?"

"Well, it's a western, and I play one of the dance-hall girls in a saloon, and I fall in love with Lance Westwood, the leading man, only he doesn't love me, he loves the school librarian, and in the end I die saving his life, and…"

"All right, already… I'll go see the movie!" Terri interrupted, moving to the bar and dropping ice into two glasses. "This calls for a drink!"

"It calls for more than that! Let's really celebrate. Call up Cliff Richards and tell him he's taking us put for a night on the town!"

Cliff was more than happy to squire two gorgeous girls out for an evening, particularly these two, who had fucked him so totally and expertly for an entire weekend on the boat. And, after the evening he had in mind, he was sure he'd get more of the same.

Cliff escorted them to the most, lavish restaurant in town. They laughed, ate, and drank champagne. Heads turned all around them and the buzz of convention in the restaurant centered on their fascinating beauty, which included all three of them. One couple ventured up to their table, just as they were getting ready to leave, to ask for Cliff's autograph.

He signed a napkin with a great flourish, and then turned to the girls. "Let's get out of here. There's some place very special I want to take you next."

His sleek white Jag pulled to a stop in front of a low, secluded building. The words "Club Carom" were printed in elaborate script on the awning. "Get ready, ladies, for the wildest experience of you life," Cliff murmured as he opened the car door and helped Terri out.

Once through the beautifully carved front door, the girls were amazed to be thrust into what appeared to be an enormous casino, complete with roulette tables, craps, any conceivable game of chance. The place was packed with people, laughing, drinking, waving large bills to exchange for chips at the croupier.

"I didn't know gambling casinos were legal in California," Kit whispered.

"They aren't," Cliff said with a secretive grin. "But this place is very discreet. Very. But this isn't why I brought you here. The real show is on the third floor. This way."

He led them down a dark hallway and up a wide, marble stairway to the third floor. While they were walking, Cliff explained that the club was a very private, exclusive one. It was conceived as a place where very wealthy, and bored individuals could come for both business and pleasure. Here one could lose all social inhibitions. Gambling was the staple of the main floor, the second floor was the club room, the bar, and the offices, and on the third floor were the shows.

"What kind of shows?" Terri asked.

"You'll see," Cliff replied. "You'll see."

At the top of the staircase, they were met by a tall, distinguished-looking gentleman in a tuxedo, who stood in front of massive red velvet draperies.

"Good evening, Mr. Richards," the gentleman said. "I hope you and your party enjoy the show." With a slight bow, he parted the curtains, ushering them into the room.

Kit stifled a gasp. The entire room was an ethereal setting of water beds, lounging bodies, and a raised center stage full of cushions. Psychedelic lights played across the room, giving everything in it an other-worldly quality.

They looked around the room at the eight or ten girls serving drinks. Three-foot headdresses topped their Amazon heights. Buttocks and boobies squeezed and, on occasion, popped from the skimpy, too-tight costumes made of thin material that revealed almost all to the viewer. One of these Amazons strode up to Cliff and, with a gesture to follow her, led the three of them to a secluded corner. Their "booth" looked more like an Arabian night's tent, complete with pulled-back curtains at the sides, pillows all over the floor, and water pipes on low tables.

Kit and Terri arranged themselves amid the pillows, with Cliff lounging between them, just as the room darkened and the stage lights came up.

Cliff gasped as the girl stepped into the lights. He didn't usually go, for the slick, dark types, but this one brought an immediate bulge to his crotch.

She was built as he had never seen a woman built before. Her legs were unbelievably long and so perfectly shaped it seemed as if they had been sculpted. She wore a micro-mini which afforded an expansive view of her thighs. Her tits were huge, thirty-eights or -nines, but totally without sag or the droop that the avenge large-titted woman was forced to contend with. They thrust up and out magnificently.

Since she was braless, the hard, long nipples were visible against her dark-blue sweater, straining to be bitten and licked. Her eyes were blue, crystal-blue, penetrating and cold, yet somehow charged with a heated sexuality that only enhanced the stunning beauty of the rest of her face and body.

Quickly she stripped out of her clothes. Another gasp came from Cliff, as well as Kit and Terri, as her naked body was exposed. Cliffs cock was pounding hard. He reached over and placed his hand on Kit's knee.

On the stage the luscious girl had sprawled naked on the bed, writhing with her firm, rich tits rising and falling erotically.

Then she started chanting, her voice low and throaty. "Fuck… oh, how I love to fuck… to have a hard cock thrusting up my cunt, putting out the fire in my wet pussy. Give me a cock… come… take my pussy… someone… anyone."

She touched her desire-swollen tits as the colored lights danced over her body. Her hips lurched in arousal. Her hands massaged her tits, slowly, rhythmically, avoiding the nipples at first, cupping the dark, heaving globes.

Cliff couldn't help wriggling in his seat as he watched her. His hand crept to his lap and fisted the swelling hardness of his cock.

The girl spread her legs wide, her breathing ragged now, and then she touched a nipple. She rolled her thumb back and forth across the erect crest, intensifying the sexual frenzy within her.

She arched her back, raising her hips off the bed, spreading wide the hot, wet slit of her pussy. Still she massaged her now wildly trembling tit, teasing the nipple.

Her other hand dipped down, down between her wide-spread thighs, her middle finger penetrating the warm wetness of her eager, fiery hot slit. She manipulated the soft inner cunt-lips until she could feel them swelling, and her clit was rigid and tingling. Her middle finger came in contact with the trembling hot bud, and she began to gasp.

Her fingers rubbed faster and faster across the sensitive tip. Her hips flailed frantically at the bedclothes as wave after maddening wave of wild ecstasy soared through her, and she could feel her climax building within her.

Her left hand squeezed her tit, manipulating the nipple as the heat spiraled higher and higher and as her finger flashed with ever-increasing strokes over her hot, wet clitoris.

"I'm coming… I'm coming! Oh, shit, I'm coming!" she screamed.

Her finger continued to rub hard across her cunt, and her left hand continued to squeeze her pliant young tit. Her climax seemed to last for a wonderful, rapturous eternity, her hotly seeping pussy walls secreting warm thick liquid softly onto the sheet beneath her. As her come began to ebb she moaned again and again with delight. Then, finally, it was over and she sagged back onto the bed, her hair fanning out on the pillow like a silken screen.

The room went dark, and when the lights came on again, she was gone.

"Well, how do you like it so far?" Cliff said, rubbing his aching crotch.

"Shit," Kit replied, "this place is something else!"

"It's the highest-class strip show I've ever seen!" Terri added. Both girls had become highly aroused watching the other girl bring herself off, and their own pussies were starting to cream.

"That was only a teaser," Cliff said. "Wait till you see the main event."

Kit started to make a reply, but she was interrupted by a gong.

The lights had dimmed and a spot had been trained on the top of a stairway at the end of the room. Into the spot stepped a huge, ebony black woman. She was dressed in a thin gauze negligee with nothing on underneath.

She moved down the stain with a slow, sensual pace that jiggled her mammoth tits. They swayed back and forth in chocolate-brown loveliness, the rich black nipples dancing against the thin material.

The girl stopped in the center of the room. She shrugged her shoulders and the negligee dropped to the floor, accompanied by audible gasps from the audience. There wasn't a bra made by man that could hold the gigantic wealth of her tits. They were huge and leaped outward from her body. The areolas were black and shiny, with a satin-like sheen. Her legs were long and tapering, with bulging dancer's thighs that throbbed with each movement of her six-foot frame.

Then the gong sounded again and into the spotlight behind her stepped a young black man. He was naked, and his body had been covered with oil so that it glistened like reflected darkness. Between his legs, nearly to his knees, hung his cock. It, too, was shiny black, as thick as a normal man's wrist, with a cock-head the size of a fist.

The girl turned and motioned for him to join her. She stood with her anus at her sides, smiling at him as he walked towards her, his huge cock swaying like a hardening pendulum as he moved.

The situation quickly proved to be a game, much like the games of gladiators during Roman times, instead it was man versus woman, and instead of death as the final result, it was sex.

It was obvious that the woman desired the man in every way, but, because of the rules of the game, she was allowed no frontal attack, such as leaping astride his cock and pushing him back to the pillows to fuck.

Instead, she folded her hands and bowed from the waist in a formal way. As she bowed, she took tire head of his gigantic cock in her mouth and sucked with a rapid motion that hollowed her cheeks and sent his shaft in a swelling, throbbing arc.

When he instinctively started to ram his cock home, she whipped her tongue around it teasingly and bobbed back up to face him with smeared lips and a puckered smile.

He leaped towards her and she eluded him, enticing as she bobbed and weaved. Again he growled and advanced towards her, his cock throbbing with sexual intensity. Again she easily eluded him, even though she seemed to stay in a tight circle on the stage and made playful swipes at his angry cock.

Time after time his cock would approach her pussy, or a hand would hold a tit only to have her twist away, until the obvious frustration was evident on his face. Juice dripped hungrily from his cock-head.

Suddenly the clanging gong sounded again, and the girl stopped her evading tactics.

She opened her arms and welcomed him into an embrace as a shrill, sexual scream erupted from her mouth. He collided hotly with her quivering jugs and her thighs opened to take his prick between Terri. She squirmed her wet cunt against his cock as her tongue played passionate games with his. Her nipples hardened against his thumping chest. He got her down on the floor on her back. She wiggled against his thigh and her kisses were running wetly up and down his neck and into his ear.

With loud grunts and growls, he rubbed up and down on her full muscular thigh until the juices from her cunt ran in streams down his leg.

Her cunt gaped open, teasing and inviting the entrance of his long black tool, her legs dancing in the air above his neck.

She screamed again us her strong thighs enveloped his buttocks.

At last, his cock nudged the wetness of her crotch, and her heels rode on the checks of his ass, grinding and encouraging him into her hot gash.

She sighed and writhed, bucking and throwing her cunt towards the end of his cock.

Then it was his turn to tease her. He drew his huge prick back from her thirsty pussy, teasing her with the mammoth rubbery tip by running it up and down her oozing slit.

She seemed to be begging him with her eyes, her lips, her tits, and her pussy. Her body was trembling and waves of throbbing tension whirled across her skin. She threw her hips upward in a vain attempt to capture his dangling meat.

Again the gong sounded. But this time it didn't stop. It went on and on. The increasing tempo began to resonate throughout the room in thrilling boom. It made the two bodies on the stage vibrate as they slowly came together. The tempo of the gong increased exactly in rhythm with the ramming friction of his cock slamming and plunging into her tightly squeezing, hot, slick cunt.

The tempo of their fucking and the rattle of the gong was soon surpassed by their screaming, chanting voices as they both neared a climax. They both began erratic, wild, twisting motions that wiled their bodies around and around on the carpeted floor.

And then the big black was pumping cum into her cunt like a fire hose.

As she answered his climax with her own, the rumble of the gong receded into silence. He had pumped himself dry up her spuming cunt, and he lay between her lush tits, both of them completely spent.

The lights went out.

Kit was so turned on by what she had seen she could hardly stand it. She turned to Cliff and Terri to see if they'd had the same reaction. In answer to her question, the two of them were locked in a passionate embrace. Cliff had his hand up underneath Terri's shirt, and was wildly fingerfucking her.

Oh God, Kit thought, I've got to have some… I've got to have some cock!

At that moment, the spotlight flashed on again. Into it stepped a man dressed as a clown, with a sad white face and huge red lips curved downward, a big red bulb nose, and a yellow cotton mop wig, wearing baggy pants with red suspenders and a blue checkered shirt. In the background soft music played, and the clown bowed politely, if clumsily, to the audience.

What on the earth…? Kit thought. If this isn't going from the sublime to the ridiculous! But something about the young clown caught her attention.

He was doing a pantomime of a young man going to bed. He lay down on the floor in the spotlight. Lying in bed, he tossed and turned for a while, jumped up, got a drink of water, went into another "room", pretended to urinate – at which everyone in the room laughed, specially those seated right where he was pretending to piss – then he returned to the bed, and tossed and turned again.

Then, reaching down to the front of his baggy pants, he produced from an opening a stiff, long cock, its shaft veined with bulging purple lines, its cock-head moist with dew. He began rocking himself back and forth, his hand moving up and down the erect shaft as it seemed to come to life, lifting higher and higher up. Then slowly he rose and stood in the circle of light, rotating his hips and moving his hand in a slow rhythm up and down, back and forth, as the tip of his cock grew shinier and darker.

Then he knelt and inched his way on his knees towards the audience, all eyes on that enormous cock.

Kit had never seen a cock so big before. She watched, hypnotized, as the clown rose up a little until the end of his prick was level with a woman's mouth. Slowly, it went inside, then came out again. The clown went around the circle of people and there were short gasps as he pushed it hard down another woman's throat.

Kit beard a choking noise, then a slurping noise, then it was the person next to her. She heard the long sucking in of the mouth as it gorged itself on that enormous tool, sucked it in until all of it was inside.

And then it was her turn. She opened her mouth expectantly, but the prick was even bigger when it was right up close, and Kit struggled for air as it suddenly filled her mouth, ill wet and slippery, a dark-purple color, pushed all the way to her throat, and then even deeper. She thought she would choke, she did choke, but it stayed there, and his soft crotch hair pushed against her lips, brushed into her face; then it moved out again.

But this time he did not go on to the next person; he stayed with her. Once again she felt his cock push in. Her head was buried between two strong legs, the thighs pressing against her face, his back arched, trembling. She could feel him tremble against her as her mouth began to work on his massive prick.

Then she felt his strong arms gasping at her shoulders, and he was pulling her up, leading her to the center of the circle. He stood up while she knelt, her mouth never leaving his iron-hard cock, with her fingers moving the balls underneath from side to side, moving steadily, evenly, eating up the delicious cock-meat. It was so hot and sweet and throbbing inside her mouth, trying to go in even farther.

Kit forgot all about the other people watching them. She no longer heard their thick breathing. She knew they were out there in the darkness, but all she could see in front of her, when she opened her eyes, was the thick black hair that curled against her face, the smooth, steely loins that pressed against her.

She sucked cock until her mouth ached, and still she couldn't get enough. She began to feel the pressure in the massive cock build until it throbbed so hard and became so hot that she couldn't bear it.

She speeded up her sucking, moved faster and faster back and forth, feeling his body grow taut. His legs turned to iron alongside her head.

Finally he shot off, a long hot flood of bittersweet juice that flowed with its tiny seeds down her throat. She swallowed his jizz thirstily, swallowing again and again, until his balls were dry. And still she held his limp prick in her mouth. Finally she released it. At that point, once again all the lights went out, and she was in darkness.

In the dark, she could hear everyone in the audience murmuring and stifling about. She started crawling back towards Terri and Cliff, her body trembling with the passion that had just poured into her. She wondered who the clown had been. She didn't think she would ever forget the taste of that cock.

"Jesus," Terri gasped, "that was some show! My pussy's hotter'n hell!"

"So's mine!" Kit groaned. "Tasting that fantastic cock just made me hungrier to have some hard male meat up my cunt!"

"Well, girls," Cliff said, gathering them up and leading them towards the door, "you're in luck. My cock's hard and ready… and I have enough for both of you!"

The three of them started tearing their clothes off as soon as they entered the apartment.

"Somebody hurry up and fix us drinks," Cliff said. "I gotta go pee."

"The drinks can wait," Kit retorted. "I'm hotter'n hell, and my pussy won't wait! C'mon Terri!" she yelled to her beautiful roommate as she raced to the bedroom and jumped into the bed, lying flat an her back, her legs spread high in the air.

Kit reached between her thighs and pulled the lips of her pussy apart. The pink slit, fringed with blonde hair and oozing white cream fascinated her. It made her own pussy seethe with desire.

With a passion-filled moan, Terri buried her head between Kit's upthrust quivering thighs. The blonde's willing pussy opened wide at the touch of her lips. Inhaling the luscious odor of Kit's cunt-juice, Terri rammed her tongue between the pulpy twat-lips.

"Oh yes, lover," Kit crooned, "that's it. That's it! Oh, God, I knew you'd be a good lover! Suck my lovin' pussy!"

Kit's cunt tasted even sweeter to Terri than she thought it would. She dipped into the cunt and, using her tongue like a fleshy spoon, scooped the juices into her mouth.

Kit's legs shot straight up from the bed and sagged apart until they could spread no more. She balled her fists and placed them under the butt to lift her pussy even higher as an altar for Terri's working lips and tongue. The blonde's flesh fairly danced in rippling waves as the cock-like tongue skittered up and down her gash. Its hard tip traced a flaming path from her clitoris to her asshole.

She applied all the pressure of her stomach muscles to create a huge contraction in her cunt walls. Terri felt the walls pulling away so there was suddenly nothing inside the woman's cunt but vacuum. It drove her wild to be able to slosh her tongue around from side to side inside the beautiful blonde's pussy. The flaxen twat hair slithered across Terri's cheeks and chin, adding the most erotic sensations to an already maddening sexual experience.

Again she rammed her tongue hard up Kit's clutching pussy and felt her chin nuzzle the asshole below it. She rubbed the hardness of her teeth, buffered only by the thin flesh of her upper lip, against Kit's swollen clit. At the same time she hollowed her checks and felt her throat bobbing as she sucked and swallowed all she could get from the spewing pussy.

Kit's body, from the waist down, was suddenly divorced from her mind. Her hips became pistons under their own power as they lunged upward, driving the fleshy tool of pleasure in and out of her slit.

Terri crossed her own leg and bunched her thighs so her own cunt we agitated almost to the point of orgasm. She felt gushes of her own hot juice pour from her pussy and glue her thighs together in their descending wake.

She absently wondered where Cliff was, and secretly hoped he wouldn't join their party too soon. There was something oddly calming about reawakening her body to woman on woman sex.

Not that she didn't love and desire his mammoth prick up inside her cunt, smoothing and cooling the lust-inflamed inner flesh of her belly, but making it with Kit had reminded her that there were infinite ways of enjoying sex.

"Oh, God, God, it's so good with a woman!" Kit cried, her tits heaving against her own chin, spraying her face with perspiration as her body bucked and lunged. "I think I'm coming, Terri, honey… I'm coming! Don't stop… baby, don't stop, for God's sake!"

The bittersweet juices gushed into Terri's mouth. She tasted and devoured them as she placed her hands on the girl's buttocks and spread them wide in preparation for the tide that she knew would follow.

"Yes… yes, Terri! I'm coming… coming like hell! Make it a big one, baby! Help me!" Kit screamed, her whole body now writhing in tormented, sexual fury. "Take your first finger and stick it in my cunt, and your big finger up my ass!"

Raising her face so her tongue flattened over the clit and her chin filled the cunt-mouth, Terri did as the luscious blonde begged.

"Yes, that's it," Kit crooned. "Oh, shit, that's good… that feels so goad! Now stick your thumb in my cunt along with your finger!"

Terri's body became wilder and more frantic as she carried out the girl's wishes. It was almost as thrilling for her to fuck Kit this way as it was for Kit to receive the stimulus.

"Faster, baby. That's it! Now, honey… now put the other two fingers in my ass… and don't be gentle about it! Ram me with 'em!"

Terri could feel her plunging forefinger and middle finger in unison through the thin membrane that divided Kit's cunt and asshole. She thought further intrusion into the girl's bung would be impossible. She started to raise her head to say so.

"No!" Kit cried, as if sensing the girl's thoughts, and pushing her head back down to her lunging cunt-mound. "Do it! It's all right. Do it!"

Terri removed her hand, placed the various fingers in position in front of the respective holes, and shoved with all her might.

"Arrrrgggghbh! Yes! Oh, shit, yessssssss!" Kit cried in an ear-piercing scream. "Now fuck me! Fuck me with your whole hand! Pound it into me and lick my cunt at the same time. Tear me apart down there, honey. I love it!"

Terri sucked and kneaded the throbbing bud with the hard tip of her driving tongue as she made a triphammer of her hand and jammed her fingers in and out of Kit's body with lightning-like thrusts.

"Oh, shit, I'm gonna explode! I'm just gonna fucking blow up!" Kit screamed.

She didn't know who or where she was. Her whole body was centered on the tip of her throbbing clitoris and in the depths of her battered holes. She arched her back, moaning and screaming, every muscle corded tensely as she threw her cunt against the multiple instruments of pleasurable pain. Higher and higher the blonde rose on a whirling cloud of passion. At last she exploded in the throbbing ecstasy of total release. Her pussy released its floodgates, pouring forth its juice.

The hot, sticky fluid seared Terri's tongue and roiled in heated waves down her throat. Her throat bobbed as slurping sounds came from her greedy mouth. She sucked and swallowed the rapture from Kit's cunt as fast as the girl could expel it.

At last, when the heaving body beneath her started to subside, and her own come had vaulted trough her body, she raised her head from the syrupy pussy-mound. She looked up between the heaving gloves of Kit's pink-tipped tits.

The blonde's heavy-lidded, lust-inflamed eyes returned her stare. She looked down between her heaving jugs at her lover, and flicked her tongue out. She ran the hard, red tip around and around her sensual lips in open invitation.

It was all Terri needed. Her own juice flowed from her swollen gash and traced strews down over her thighs as she swung her body up and over the other girl's. She scooted along Kit's belly and over her tits, leaving a shiny trail of her own pussy-juice as she moved.

"Come on, baby," Kit cooed. "Bring your pretty pussy up to me. Give it to me, Terri. Give me your cunt to eat and suck."

Terri reached the open space just above the other girl's face. Tiny droplets of her juice streamed in thin lines off the ends of her russet-colored beaver and flowed down across the blonde's flushed face. Slowly, ever so slowly, loving the anticipation, Terri lowered the whole mass of her cream-covered crotch, down over Kit's face. She was almost there when she noticed the other girl's wide-eyed stare fasten on something behind her, beyond the fullness of her straddled thighs.

Terri turned her head to see Cliff advancing towards them. He was totally nude and his cock was as long and as hard as she had ever seen it. He guided it before him like an angry sword and aimed it directly at the pulpy mass between Kit's upturned, recently vacated thighs.

Watching Terri eat Kit's pussy and then crawl up the girl's body and lower her own cunt over Kit's beautiful face had driven Cliff to a point of desire greater than any he had ever experienced. The obvious love of sex Kit was exhibiting with Terri sparked more than his curiosity or just a desire for some passing sex at the end of a titillating evening.

Their eyes met, and he was sure he could ascertain a type of pleading – a pleading for his cock.

He moved between Kit's legs and ran his cock-head up and down the swollen slit of her pussy. The pulsing labes seemed to draw the bulbous head of his prick like a magnet, licking and sampling the hard knob.

"Yes… yes, give me your cock, give it all to me!" Kit cried, flapping her legs in the air behind Terri's quivering body. "And you, my darling," she said, looking up into Terri's contorted face, "smother my face with your cunt!"

Cliff threw his body between her thighs, guiding his aching, swollen tool to the entrance that yawned and contracted so tantalizingly. Then he rammed forward, splitting apart the clasping walls. He shoved all of his huge, hardened rod along the wet, hot walls of her tight cunt. He felt his cock-head slam off the throbbing end of her cunt and heard her cry out in throes of ecstasy as Terri jammed her sopping pussy down over her face.

"Ohhhhh, fuck my mouth… fuck my cunt! That's the way to fuck me!"

Her hips flew up to meet his thrusts. His heavy balls smacked solidly against the upturned cheeks of her fleshy butt. Deeper and deeper he rammed his driving prick into her fuck-channel. He felt the muscles along the walls of her cunt tickle and feed hungrily on his cock. Back and forth his hips flew, sending his rod in harder and faster strokes in and out of her pulsing hole.

He drew his blood-engorged cock nearly out of her moist, tight sheath, and then plunged down against her again until his heavy balls once more slapped hard against her asshole. The pressure mounted and mounted in his lust-inflamed balls and his head swam in rapture at the delicious manipulation of her talented cunt on his prick.

This was a woman, he thought, a real woman who took her pleasure where she could find it, and would give as much in return. This was a real woman he was fucking and he determined right then and there that it wouldn't be the last time he fucked her.

At the same time, Terri was also being driven out of her mind by the talented tongue that licked and laved into her gash. The younger girl screamed in delight as she locked her hands around Kit's head and pulled the blonde's face into her cunt.

She could feel the juice flowing from her widespread pussy like a ruptured dike. It flowed along her thighs and between the flexing checks of her ass to bathe Kit's face. Team welled from her eyes as she felt the hint of what she knew would be many orgasms surge through her.

From behind she felt Cliff's anus. His hands cupped and fondled her tits while he shook the bed and both girls' bodies violently with the force and fury of his lunges into Kit's cunt.

Kit was delirious with the giving and getting of such exquisite pleasure. She spread her thighs wide and eagerly pummeled her pussy like a glove over his prick. Cliffs cock filled her cunt superbly, better than any she'd ever had. She rocked her head from side to side between Terri's thighs in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy. She fastened her mouth, wet with the girl's cream, against her pussy. Her tongue jabbed in the wet gash of Terri's cunt and sucked more and more of the sticky juice into her mouth. She sucked wildly at the creaming pussy, tying to milk it as her own pussy milked Cliff's expanding prick.

Cliff grabbed Kit's ankles and brought her legs up to fasten them, from behind, around Terri's waist. This way her ass was even higher and her pussy wider to receive the full force of his thundering prick-shaft.

"I… I'm… I'm coming!" he shouted.

He heard Kit's throat gurgle her agreement and her voice whisper encouragement around the mouth-filling hair and folds of Terri's pussy.

Kit was almost there herself. She was coming again even better and stronger than she had when Terri had eaten her cunt. It was the first time she had ever felt such a giant eruption building in her vitals that had been stimulated by both a cock and a pussy at the same time. She bucked harder, striving with every fiber of her body for bath their climaxes. She wanted Cliff's come to be as great as her own.

"Oh, God, what a pussy… what a beautiful pussy," Cliff moaned as he increased his pace, deepening his thrusts into the tawny furrow of Kit's seething pussy.

Terri had released her passion and had been all but forgotten by the other two. She rolled from Kit's face and lay beside their heaving bodies, mesmerized by the torrents of heated passion arising from both her partners as they lunged and raged their desire against each other.

She watched as Kit writhed nakedly, like a demon possessed, under her lover. She ground her cunt up over his cock with incredible fury, her legs twitching, her toes curling as she lurched her legs wide and upwards.

He pounded into her cunt deeper still, pressing his hands behind her knees and thrusting them back hard against her heaving tits until her head was framed between them. Her young, fiery crotch was now higher and wider than ever, more open to the power of his rapid fucking.

Terri could see the full beauty of his magnificent tool. Her own cunt suddenly twitched in a pang of jealousy as she wished it were her belly his cock was invading.

The contorted look on his handsome face was enough to tell Terri that Cliff was thoroughly enjoying the exquisite experience of fucking Kit's nectar-filled pussy.

"Oh, Jesus, God, Cliff, I'm gonna come, baby! I'm gonna come like hell… like all hell! Come with me, lover! Pour your fuck-juice in me when I came!"

Kit's voice was a piercing shriek as she felt her second come strike her cunt and belly like a hammering fist. She felt the elastic walls of her cunt contract around his huge dick and begin to secrete their warm gushes of sticky fluid a second time – this time around the best cock she had ever felt.

Cliff felt her explosion and knew his would soon follow. She jerked wildly, spasming, the mouth of her cunt sucking at his cock feverishly. Her breath was hot against his face as it came in short, gasping rasps. His body went rigid as a board as his climax suddenly stuck.

His balls erupted burning fire. The sudden joy caused his whole body to shake and tremble in fluttering tremors. His jizz, creamy and thick, spurted from the tiny opening in his cock-head to bum their way deep up into the lovely girl's violently quivering body. It was a never-ending flow which made Kit moan in delight. Her belly quaked with the heated sperm his throbbing cock was emptying into her cunt. Their sex fluids mixed together and flowed out around his cock to mat their pubic hair together and form rivers of cum that bathed their joined crotches.

As the last shudders of her orgasm subsided, Kit rolled her head to the side and stared directly into Terri's saucer-like eyes.

"Now that was a fuck," she groaned, smiling at the younger woman as the spunk from Cliff's cock spewed from her slit and flowed downward to soak the bed. "Jesus, I'll get a towel," she cried, "before we all drown!"

She jumped up from the bed and padded into the bathroom, returning a moment later to find Terri gently sucking on Cliff's cock. The blonde popped her face under Terri's and began a light stroking of his balls and asshole with her tongue.

"My God," he laughed. "You two will turn me into a eunuch or something!" He slid upward on the bed until his cock and balls were free of their maddening caresses.

"Shit," Kit said, matching his laugh. "Ill bet you've got at least two more good ones in there. C'mon, Terri, let's rape him!"

"Hey, peace, wait," he said, holding his hands out to them, palms forward. "Give me at least a few minutes."

"Okay," Kit agreed reluctantly. "Let's have a drink of something tall and cool out of the blender. C'mon, Terri, let's whip up something exotic while Joe Superstud here gets his act back together!"

The two girls trotted off to the kitchen and, when they heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, Kit turned to the redhead.

"My God, Terri," she said. "Isn't that the greatest hunk of cock-meat you've ever seen?"

"More than that," Terri said. "It's what goes along with it. He's not only a great fuck, but he's got a lot of influence. And he knows a lot of people. When we were on Catalina, he told me about this one rich guy that's into porno flicks. Not the cheap one-reelers, but the real high-budget slick stuff. They're always looking for new 'talent'," she added with a giggle.

"Could you really do that?" Kit said, her mouth dropping open. "I mean, really fuck and suck a guy off… in front of all those people?"

"Are you kidding?" Terri laughed. "Imagine getting all the cock you want… and getting paid damn well for it, too? Honey, for me that would be heaven!"

"Jesus," Kit said, "no one likes to fuck more than I do, but… on film? Besides, I've got a good part in a straight picture that starts shooting Monday, and, baby, that's only the beginning. It'll be straight up for me from then on, and I won't stop until Katherine Kingston appears in lights on the marquee, above the title of the movie!"

Terri looked at her friend. "I hope that's the way it happens for you, Kit. I really do. But, well, I guess I'm just too realistic for my own good. I know that could never happen to me, so… I'll take what I can get… and be happy with it!"

"Not me," said Kit. "I want the best. I want it all. And I won't stop until I get it all!"

"Well, beautiful, you can have it all," Cliff said, suddenly appearing in the doorway, his enormous cock bobbing in front of him. He took the thick shaft in his hand and advanced towards her. "Where would you like it this time?"

"Lights… camera… action!"

Kit could hardly believe she was actually hearing those classic words, that she was really on the set of her first movie, ready to go through her scene, small as it was, with Lance Westwood.

She had entered at the studio early that morning, five a.m., early, to report to make-up. The make-up man had wielded his brushes, powder and gloss artfully, until she was transformed into a creature with perfect cheekbones and eyebrows that Kit was sure even her own mother wouldn't recognize.

Then she was shuttled off to wardrobe, where some dyke had her strip to her bare skin, leering all the while, then started pouring her into a "Girl of the Golden West" type outfit that accentuated her already voluptuous figure. Her waist was cinched in like an hour-glass, and her enormous, creamy white tits nearly spilled out over the tops of the push-up cups of the bodice, the rose-colored tips barely hidden inside the lacy trim.

Heads had turned when she walked onto the set. The other girls had given her hard, cold stares, sensing the impending competition. But the men, including Lance Westwood himself, had gone out of their way to find excuses to come up and talk to her.

Even the director, Otto Klinger, had insisted that she join him for lunch. And he had the reputation of being a hard-nosed son of a bitch who considered actors nothing more than spoiled children. Maybe, Kit thought, if she played her cards right, she might be able to talk him into enlarging her part. But that would come later. Right now, it was her scene, and the loud clap of the slate and the call for "Action!" brought her out of her reverie and back to the moment at hand. The scene called for a confrontation between Kit and Claudia Adams, the top female star in the county, who was playing the librarian. There was to be a verbal exchange, with Claudia telling Kit that she was nothing but a slut, and to leave her man, played by Lance Westwood, alone. Kit was to laugh in Claudia's face, whereupon the two women would engage in a knock-down, drag-out, hair pulling fight.

Kit had sensed immediately during the rehearsals of the scene that Claudia was a woman to be reckoned with. She would pull every trick in the book to keep the camera focused on her and to make Kit look bad. Kit was getting increasingly furious, and when the camera started rolling and Claudia deliberately stepped in front of her, blocking the camera's focus on Kit, she erupted.

"Get out of the way, you fucking bitch! This is my scene!" Kit shrieked.

"Look again, cunt," Claudia hissed, a sarcastic smile plastered on her face. "This is my movie!"

Whereupon the two women leaped for each other, eyes and long red nails slashing, starting the fight scene authentically, but prematurely.

"Cut!" yelled Klinger. "Let's break for lunch. Everybody back on set in two hours. Miss Kingston, I want to see you in my trailer!"

As Kit released her stranglehold on Claudia, the other woman looked up at her, her green eyes spitting fun.

"Don't get any big ideas, honey," she said, "or I'll see that you never work in this town again."

Kit slumped sullenly in a big leather chair in the luxurious, air-conditioned trailer, as Klinger shut the door quietly behind him and turned to her.

"That was quite a show, Miss Kingston," he said, moving towards Kit. "Just what were you tying to prove, may I ask?"

"That bitch was stealing my scene… my one big scene! Who the hell does she think she is?"

Klinger reached down and began stroking Kit's arms, her neck, letting his fingers lightly trail down across her voluptuous tits, which were still heaving provocatively in anger.

"I'll tell you who she is, Miss Kingston," he said, his fingers now kneading her ample tits and tickling the protruding pink tips, sending shivers through Kit's body. "She is the star of this picture. She is the biggest female star in the country. She is the sole reason we were able to raise the money to do this picture. She can do anything she wants, to anyone she wants, including me… and particularly you. Do you understand?"

Kit was squirming uncomfortably under the insistent stroking of his fingers. "Y-Yes, sir. I don't like it, but I understand."

"Good," Klinger said, raising up from her and smiling. "Then take your clothes off."

"What… What?" Kit gasped.

"I said, take your clothes off. You need to be taught a lesson, young lady."

Confused, but not wanting to risk further argument, Kit stood and, reaching behind her back, unzipped her dress.

She looked like a Goddess standing before him. He moved back to stare at her beauty. He groaned as she removed the black Merry Widow that had been cinching in her already tiny waist and cupping her magnificent tits. The valley between them was long and dark, warmly inviting to a kiss or a caress. The nipples had hardened to their full length and seemed to be reaching out to him, begging for his lips.

She stood like that for a moment, letting his eyes drink in the perfection of her body. Then she took a deep breath and removed the pins from her hair. When it was loose, she shook her head so the thick flaxen curls cascaded sensually down around her shoulders and tits. Next came the black netted hose, evenly down her legs. With a casual toss of her leg, she flipped them across the floor.

She reached for her panties.

"Wait," he said.

"What?"

"Let me."

He crossed and knelt in front of her. He reached up and started to cud her panties in his thumbs. His eyes stared, fascinated, at the wealth of her tawny-covered cunt. The mat of her pussy hair was wide, and dead in the center of it were the pulpy, pink lips of her cunt. The slit was long and already glistening with hot juice from the excitement of this new encounter.

Tossing the panties aside, Klinger grabbed her by the wrists, sitting down and dragging her across his lap.

"What are you doing?" Kit cried, her legs kicking the air.

"You're a beautiful creature, Kit, but if you act like a little girl, I'll have to treat you like one… and you need to be taught a lesson, young lady."

He raised his free hand and brought it down squarely on her butt. Sharp pain immediately flooded through her, then subsided.

"Ouch, that hurt!" she yelled.

"I imagine it must," he said, starting to spank her, not very hard, but hard enough so that his blows stung, making Kit furious.

She hurled a stream of curses and oaths at him, forgetting who he was, as one slap followed another. Soon her buttocks were a mass of red welts, each one a little island of gentle pain that quickly began to turn itself into pleasure.

The metamorphosis amazed Kit, who had never been spanked in her life before. Her struggles soon stopped and she lay draped across Klinger's lap, eagerly awaiting the next blow.

He continued for a while, then he gradually softened his slaps until he stopped altogether. Kit panted as he rubbed and caressed her ass, playing with her asshole. Then he slipped his hand between her legs and poked at the tufted wedge of her moist pussy.

He let go of her hands so that he could rub her ass and back and gently, rub his four fingers up and down her silt. Kit spread her legs as much as she could, beginning to bask in the warm enjoyment which was spreading outward in circles of ever-increasing size from her pussy and ass.

Once Klinger got her cunt-nice and moist, he stuck his first two fingers up into her hole and started to ream her out. His knuckles strained against her pelvic bone as he worked on the inner walls of her canal, rubbing and gently scratching them.

Kit groaned as he began to finger-fuck her, completely filling her cunt with long, hard fingers. Cock it wasn't, but for openers Kit couldn't complain. Her sensations were heightened when he reached don and gabbed one of her tits, shaking it and pinching her nipple.

Although she was still pissed off, pleasure won out over anger. At least for the time being. Klinger dug his fingers in and out of her opening, quivering pussy, slapping his hand hard against her hairy, bony mound.

Kit felt a come building up inside her. She wiggled her ass around, trying to extract as much excitement as she could out of his hand. He let go of her tit and took two fingers and started pressing against the tight circle of her asshole.

Kit sucked in her breath sharply as she felt him enter her bung. He did it quickly and slivers of pain briefly surged through her body, only to be replaced by an accented pleasure. Her cunt and asshole were filled with fingers that were constantly going in and out of her, constantly probing, poking, stretching her flesh, rapidly adding to her already large collection of remembered sensations and satisfactions.

Then she came Klinger felt his hand get wet as it was bathed in her cunt, juice.

She arched her neck upward, grinding her teeth together, her hands tight fists, her whole body trembling.

"Cock! I want cock!" she shrieked.

"Then it's cock you'll get, young lady!"

Klinger rudely pulled his fingers out of her pussy and asshole. He stood up and had he not grabbed her under her arm, Kit would have rolled right off him. He pulled her to her feet and roughly guided her to the end of a long couch. The arm of the couch was leather and it roiled. It was quite big and someone could lie across it comfortably. He grabbed Kit by the scruff of her neck and pushed her forward. Her stomach rested against the arm.

Her tits swung forward and stayed there as Klinger dropped his pants, his cock springing to life. The head nudged Kit's pussy, not lingering there any longer than it had to.

He shoved up into her hole, instantly filling her pussy with a lot of rock-hard cock. He grabbed a hold of her hips and held her, pressing his crotch against her ass, trying to force his prick as far up into her cunt as he could. Kit gasped and dug her fingernails into the learner.

Then he reared back and once again slammed his prick up into her cunt as hard as he could. He started out using a suicidal pace, hammering away at her twat with a vengeance. Kit's body was rocked forward by the blows. He put all his body weight behind his thrusts, catapulting Kit toward new heights of excitement.

Like most men, Klinger fucked better when he was pissed off. His prick was turned into an avenging sword. His balls slapped against her ass as he continued to whip her with his cock. Kit, completely dominated, began to writhe around, highly excited. She fought for her breath as she approached her climax.

She crashed through in a maze of feelings, all of them centering in her pussy, which felt ten times larger than it really was. It was the great receiver of cock and now it was the great giver of come.

Klinger's prick was bathed and coated by a layer of thick cream. Kit's whole body suffered mini-convulsions as juice flowed out of her pussy in a steady, unrelenting stream. Her mouth hung open, her jaw slack. Her arms were unable to support her and she lay across the arm of the couch, her forehead resting on the seat.

Klinger's enthusiasm was by no means diminished by the limp form that panted hard and fast as he fucked it. On the contrary, his eagerness to complete the job was greatly increased.

He pulled his cum-covered cock out of her pleasure-swollen pussy and quickly started to push it up her asshole. The sudden intrusion seemed to shock Kit out of her inactive state.

"Oh, Jesus," she panted. "Don't hurt me!"

Klinger wouldn't have anyway. No matter how pissed off he got, he had definite rules of conduct which he would never violate, and he wasn't the kind of man who got his kicks from hurting women.

He fucked her easily, using long, slow strokes that were designed to make Kit go the distance. Her tight little asshole yielded to his prick as he shoved in and out of her, right up to his hairy balls every time.

"Ahhhhhh," Kit moaned, vocally accompanying his cock as it entered her stretched shitter.

Klinger reached down and pulled Kit up to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her stomach and continued to fuck her asshole. Her fingernails found his thighs and she scratched him. He ran his free hand all over her stomach, loving the way it felt before it traveled upward so he could cup one of her tits, kneading the ample flesh, marveling at its firmness despite its abundance.

Kit's nipple rose to the occasion, filling her tit with rich, rewarding pleasure. She leaned backward to him, placing her hand over his and forcing him to be rougher with her tit.

He shook it. The knocker jiggled violently. Then he repeated the motion with the other one. Kit moaned with lust. Klinger's face was close to hers and he kissed those portions of it he could reach, filling his lungs with her exciting fragrance.

Kit smiled, her anger and frustration at Claudia finally drowned in sexual fulfillment. Klinger's easy pace guaranteed a climax, and that was rigid where Kit was heading. She leaned forward on her hands and screwed her ass around in slow circles. He picked up his speed, his balls stirring in their sac. He put his hands on her hips and pulled, her backward as he entered her butt-hole, making his thrusts just that much more forceful.

"Ohhh, that's so fucking good!" Kit exclaimed.

She grunted, straining toward her climax, toward the sensations it would provide her with, a myriad of pleasures that would sweep her up to places where only the daring went.

Klinger felt himself about to shoot. He picked up his speed, viciously stabbing his prick into her asshole, breathing hard, getting ready to cut loose. Kit sensed his impending release and held on, flying to wait for him.

"Come with me, you beautiful bitch, come with me," Klinger hissed into her ear. Kit scratched at her clit with a fingernail as the director's balls erupted and a thick stream of cum filled her asshole. She gasped and also came, dribbling over her hand as his balls spat into her asshole again. She felt the heat and wetness as she drove her middle finger up into her cunt.

Klinger stopped, moved back, and pulled his cock out of her bung. Kit's cunt gleamed with juice. She stopped finger-fucking herself and enjoyed the last spasms of her orgasm. She was exhausted, but it was the kind of tired that only strenuous sex can induce, a kind of cleansing of the soul. Once again, an all-powerful, purposeful prick had gained not only Kit's thanks but also, and more important, her respect and admiration.

Klinger stuffed his shrinking cock back into his pants as Kit sat an the arm of the couch. She gradually caught her breath.

"Wow," she panted, "do you usually reprimand your wayward starlets this way?"

"Every chance I get," Klinger said, slyly smiling. "Now let's have some lunch. We're due back on the set in half an hour."

The mat of the day's shooting went fairly well, with Kit carefully avoiding Claudia Adams as much as possible. Claudia noticed this and smiled at Kit triumphantly, knowing that the young starlet had been put in her place. Then, thankfully, Claudia finished shooting for the day and left the set. Kit found a chair and fell into it, breathing a sigh of it relief.

Lance Westwood, who had been enjoying watching the exchanges between the two women all day, took advantage of a break to reset lights and pulled up a director's chair and sat down next to Kit.

"I see Claudia's up to her usual, lovable tricks," he smiled.

"Why, what do you mean?" Kit said, trying to sound innocent, and knowing full well that Lance and Claudia were rumored to be hot and heavy lovers at the moment.

"Claudia doesn't like competition."

"That's rather obvious," Kit said sarcastically. "But why? I don't understand. She's on top. Streisand and Liza Minelli are the only other females even close to her in salary and box-office draw."

"Sure, she's on top. But she wants to stay there." He paused, looking down at his strong, tanned fingers, seeming to search for just the right words. "You see, Kit… everyone is a potential threat to Claudia. Especially someone with real talent and knock out good looks… like you." He turned and looked at her with those million-dollar, limpid blue eyes that regularly made millions of women cream their pants just watching him on the screen.

"I… I suppose I should consider that a compliment…" Kit stammered, her own pants starting to cream from the closeness of this incredibly masculine hunk of man.

"Consider it an invitation for dinner tonight," he said, maintaining his steady, soul-searing gaze.

"But, I… I thought you and Claudia were, as they say, an 'item'," Kit said, trying to bring a bit of levity to her voice before it betrayed her completely.

"We have, as they say, an 'understanding'," Lance countered. Did Kit hear a trace of bitterness in his voice? He caught himself and brightened immediately. "Look, it took a long, hard climb and a hell of a lot of 'B' westerns to get where I am. I'm enjoying my success… and that includes not being tied down to one woman!" When he smiled, those blue eyes sparkled like sapphires. "Unless, that is," he said, turning the sapphires towards Kit, "the right woman were to come along…"

"I'd love to have dinner with you."

Lance unlocked the door and stood aside as a somewhat apprehensive Kit Kingston walked past him into his Malibu beach house. They had had drinks and dinner at Jack's at the Beach, and Lance had suggested they come up to his place for after-dinner brandy.

Now, as Kit entered the large living room, Lance saw her draw up in surprise and pleasure, then hoard her gasp as to gaped at the elaborate decor and experienced the breathtaking view from the room's picture window, a magnificent, unobstructed view of the beach, yacht harbor, and silver-washed Pacific.

She turned to him, face uplifted in pleasure. "It's beautiful. I never realized…"

"I'm glad," he said, and he truly was glad that she appreciated the view as much as he did. This house had been his one haven of sanity in the upside-down world of film making. "Here, let me have your wrap."

When she took it off, her dress gaped open, revealing the delightful twin mounds of softly firm alabaster flesh straining against the interwoven bra of the dress' bodice.

He fought the impulse to bend forward and kiss those warm, visible monuments to femininity, knowing that he would have them, and more, very soon.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said, nodding his head towards the immense ten-foot-long, cinnamon-colored bearskin couch in front of the window.

Kit took his invitation at face value. She kicked off her heels and curled up like a kitten in the corner of the couch, feeling the luxurious softness of its deep cushions, the absolute sensuality of the fin cover tickling her thighs and buff through her nylons and dress.

Lance hung the wrap in a closet and came back with two snifters of Napoleon brandy. He placed them on the low cocktail table before her, then disappeared again. A moment later there was the far-off sound of music, and lights began to dim, until there was only a soft, barely perceptible glow coming from the fixtures in the room.

Lance loomed up beside her in the dimness. She felt the cushion sink downward from his weight. No audible sound was made, they merely touched glasses together and silently sipped.

Kit's heart speeded up its tempo as she felt a gentle hand touch her shoulder, and an arm go around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. She inhaled deeply and experienced a faint, exciting odor of expensive male cologne. She allowed herself to be pressed close against a firm supporting chest and lowered her head against the gold buttons on the double-breasted blue jacket felt their coolness, felt the sensual softness of the cashmere used to weave his jacket.

Lance felt her warmly resilient body pressed lightly against his own, felt the firm, wonderfully alive muscles of her shoulder beneath his encircling arm, and smelled the fragrance of her perfume and hair. There was a slight tremor to that body.

"Are you cold?" he whispered.

Kit lifted her head from his chest. Her slightly parted lips were only inches from his. She said nothing, but her marvelous green eyes carried a message of trusting assent. Gently, very gently, Lance bent forward and touched his lips to hers.

His body reacted to that first contact; it rejoiced with the sudden knowledge that this was going to be the best Goddamned night in a long, long time. She was going to be good… perfect.

And he'd make sure that it was perfect for her. He was going to play her like a flamenco guitar, bringing low and high notes of pleasure and me and ecstasy from, her… passionate, melodious notes that she didn't even know existed, notes she couldn't have experienced until touched by a master's hand.

He continued to kiss her gently, but there was nothing gentle or soft about the throbbing ache in his sperm-churning balls, or the rising blood that pounded in his rapidly awakening cock and caused hot tingling sensations to race like lightning across its swelling knob.

His kisses became mow heatedly urgent. When his tongue sought her mouth, she opened readily to receive him. The soft strands of her hair tickled his cars, and they were surprisingly effective in intensifying the pulsating ache in his groin. Without removing his lips from hers, he took the glass from her listless fingers and put it on the cocktail table. Now that her hands were free, she immediately raised them and put them behind his head. She slowly moved her hand through his hair as though she were fingering an expensive fur coat.

When Lance began to stroke the satin skin of her shoulder and upper arm, Kit reacted by sucking on his tongue with a force that surprised hint.

Although his motions were designed to be gentle and comforting her fingers moving at the back of his head and her hungry sucking of his tongue increased in urgency.

He become aware that her knee, which had been halfway on the couch before, was now pressed against his midthigh, it was as if she were opening herself to him. He knew that if he put his hand down to her cunt-mound right now, he would find that her pussy was damp, warm, and slippery from her fevered impatience. She was ready now, he thought, completely ready…

He began sliding his hand along her back, down, down, until he could feel the supple curve of pliant flesh where her buttocks began. She moaned when his hand rested there briefly.

He brought his other hand up across the top of her shoulders and then gently dropped it until his fingers were resting on the firmly upthrust mound of her tit. He began to rub in soft little circular motions. He could feel her nipple, hard and erect, beneath the cloth.

Kit gasped and stiffened, then her tongue tried to drive itself down the back of his throat.

Lance continued the caressing, but now his entire hand was making a circular massage of the soft, plaint mound. He could feel her naked warm skin at the top of the bodice, could feel the impatience of her voluptuous young body, and then his fingers slipped down the slight gap in the bodice and cupped her softly heated tit in the palm of his hand.

The fret of her ripened nakedness there caused some of his gentleness to leave him. His wildly aroused cock was hurting, hammering and pounding as though it were some jack hammer gone berserk. All tenderness gone, Lance took complete command. His hand grasped the fevered flesh of her naked tit and his widespread fingers captured the erotically hardened little bud of her nipple and painfully tweaked it between forefinger and thumb. His tongue worked back and forth in her mouth as tough it were a wet, headless little cock fucking in and out.

Kit was purring loudly from deep within her throat. So wonderful was the contact between hand and tit, that she didn't realize the zipper to her dress had been tugged down in back. Lance pulled the material off her right shoulder to reveal her heaving jug. His mouth pulled away from hers to begin moving slowly down her neck and across her shoulder. Then, teasingly, his tongue quivered once like lightning against her painfully erect nipple.

She moaned in joyous ecstasy when the warm moist oval of his mouth tried to enclose the entire fleshy melon. His mouth sucked, his tongue licked, his teeth nibbled. And now her, left shoulder was bare, too. She held his head at her ripely straining tits as though he were a small child feeding, sucking hungrily as though it were his last meal. An exaltation swept through her momentarily, but this was replaced by the sudden realization that his warmly searching hand had begin a gently, easy stroking of her sensitive inner thighs. She held her breath as his fingers went to the waistband of her panties, swiftly moved past the elastic barrier, and slipped down her tautly trembling stomach, past the curling strands of her soft, peltlike beaver, to come to rest at the very top of her wetly heated gash.

Then, slowly and tormentingly, his hand moved lower, middle finger extended to part the blonde pussy hair, until his outstretched fingertip came into contact with the hot, slippery little slit of her cunt.

She found herself beginning to tremble violently, while her low moans began sounding in her throat. She loved the sure, deft touch of his hand on her eagerly pulsating cunt; she loved the feel of the strange, bearskin couch against her bare back and shoulders; she loved everything!

Lance slowly worked his middle finger into the moistly quivering passage of her pussy. He used thumb and forefinger to tease the hotly pulsing little bud of her clitoris, playing with it, twirling it between his fingers, bringing loud mewls of ecstatic pleasure from her heatedly aroused young body which was beginning to writhe in lewd anticipation of thing yet to come.

Her breath was coming in hoarse gasping pants now, in rhythm with his middle finger fucking in and out of her wetly steaming cunt-hole. She had relaxed her legs and spread her thighs apart, doing everything to help him.

"Baby," he whispered, taking his mouth from the soft warmth of her tit, "I want you. I want to make love to you… to fuck you!"

She stared deep in his eyes, feeling her heart pounding as though it were some poor frightened animal trapped in a cage much too small for it, and she breathed, "Oh, yes… yes! Make love to me, Lance… Fuck me. Fuck me!" She moaned loudly and abandoned herself, giving herself completely to his man.

Lance took his mouth from hers and leaned back from her trembling, ripely expectant body. His eyes feasted on the long slender legs and thighs covered by nylons, at the creamy upper thighs, and at her little white bikini panties pulled down just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of golden pussy hair above coral-colored, wetly glistening cunt-lips.

"Stand up Kit," he said suddenly.

"What?"

"Stand up, baby. I'm going to strip you naked." Smiling, she stood fully erect, and her dress, already off both shoulders, fell in a heap on the floor. Her naked tits were there, shining in the half-light; her soft nylon panties were rolled halfway down over her smoothly curving hips.

Lance gazed at her. She had an absolutely incredible body! Nothing he had ever seen before could top this. His voice surprised him; it sounded alien, hoarse, choked up with desire, when he said, "My God, you're beautiful."

He took a step forward, kneeled in front of her and, with one quick sure motion, pat out both hands and peeled her filmy white panties and nylons the rest of the way down over her lushly rounded butt, down the unblemished ivory columns other thighs and her long tapered legs. He gently lifted her right leg and disengaged her foot from the panties, and then took them off the other foot.

Still kneeling before her, he looked up… up and saw the softly pouting lips of, her cunt… all rosy and shining from her seeping pussy-juice. With a quick flick of his tongue, he started raining kisses on her legs and thighs, working his way from calf to thigh.

Kit stood there, legs apart, feeling spasmodic jolts of ecstasy surge throughout her nakedly aroused body. She could feel the cool rush of air playing over her sensually awakened buttocks and breasts. She forgot everything else when his hot lips came into contact with the naked flesh of her inner thighs and he used his wetly quivering tongue to lick from the inner part of her thighs clear to her wet beaver. A wild excitement began to burn in her. She had never felt so weak, so helpless. She stood there, waiting for whatever was, to happen next, as Lance's tongue left her pussy and he stood up.

He eased her back onto the couch, then stood again and quickly pulled off shoes and socks, stripped off tie and shirt, and then dropped his pants and undershorts at exactly the same moment. She saw him standing there above her, just as naked as she, his face gazing down at her with unconcealed sexual hunger.

Her eyes traveled down from his handsome face to his broad muscular shoulders, from flat belly to his thick, rigid cock that stood out proudly, like a knight's spear, from his curling patch of crotch hair. Even as she watched it, his prick jerked, as though it were trying to reach out for her. Its huge purplish head throbbed with an unbelievable virility.

"Do you like it, baby?" Lance asked softly, watching as her body twisted seductively on the bearskin couch.

In answer, Kit reached out for his mammoth rod and started to draw it towards her lips.

"Mmmmmm… it's beautiful," she moaned as she purred her lips over the spongy knob.

"Oh, baby, yes… suck it, suck it good," Lance whispered above her. His mind was mesmerized as he watched her tongue lick up and down the throbbing stiffness of his shaft. Her mouth was warm and cloying as it wrapped sweetly around the bulbous cock-head and started its long, loud sucking sounds.

She squeezed with both hands around his prick. "This is what I want," she murmured. "Cock, I want your beautiful cock. Fuck my mouth! Fuck my head!"

His hips surged forward. To his amazement she took it all deep into her throat, until he could see her upper lips shoved hard against his crotch hair. He pounded inward with his hips, matching the controlled cadence of her bobbing head.

This was some kind of cunt, he thought, watching her bobbing blonde head at his crotch.

She sucked his cock hard, hollowing her checks and forcing the tip of her tongue into his tiny piss-hole. Lightly, she scraped the tender raw-nerved skin on the top of his cock-head. He jerked, almost coming. She rolled her eyes up to him, smiling, then returned her complete attention to his throbbing prick.

She traced the configuration of his cock for several moments, paying particular attention to the ridge that separated its head from the shaft. With her other hand she gently hefted his balls, as though testing them for weight and fullness. She pressed her hand lower, letting her fingers explore the smooth crease of his ass. When she found the puckered entrance, she thrust and wriggled her finger around until she was able to shove it far up his asshole.

Lance gasped at the unexpected source of pleasure. He wound his fingers in her thick hair and drove his huge prick to the back of her throat.

"Oh, baby, I can feel it coming. Now… NOW!" he rasped, his eyes narrowing to needlepoints of desire as he jammed her mouth roughly over the engorged head of his dick. "Work on it, baby! Suck my cock!"

She groaned and sucked even harder as she felt the stream of hot jizz flow down her throat. It excited her, made her own pussy stream with juices, and drove her on and on to satisfy his wildest desires.

Great gobs of cum spurted from his throbbing shaft, wasting her throat as they slithered down to her belly. The more she would jab his asshole with her finger the more cum his prick would shoot.

On and on she sucked, hungrily licking and swallowing the thick heavy cock-cream that kept spewing from his blood-engorged tool, till the combination of cum and saliva overflowed her lips and trickled down to the dark vee between her perspiring tit. At last his balls were emptied and he gently pulled his still hard cock from her warm lips.

Lance looked down at her sweat-streaked nakedness. She was taking deep, shuddering breaths of exhaustion and satiation.

"That was beautiful, baby… and now it's going be even better. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to put my cock into your sweet pussy and shoot my load of cum deep in your belly, baby, deeper than anyone's ever been before." He eased her gently back onto the bearskin and hovered above her.

"You do want me to fuck you, don't you?" he said.

"Yes… oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before!" Kit cried.

"Put it in for me," Lance ordered, lowering his lean, powerful hips towards her nakedly expectant body.

Kit reached down for hiss cock. She thrilled as her fingers wrapped around the hot throbbing meat. She could feel every muscle, every tendon, every beating vein in that rod. She enclosed his cock tightly in her fist, then stroked it, moving the pliant flesh up and down on the hot shaft, feeling it quickly come to life and regain its former length and pulling hardness.

She stroked the thick bulging rod two or three more times as Lance's hot lips came down on hers. He moaned as he tasted his own cum still on her mouth.

Then she guided the lust-swollen cock-head towards her waiting cunt.

Lance lowered his body a bit more, and his massively erect prick tickled against her beaver. Kit pushed down on it and felt an indescribable jolt of pleasure shoot through her abdomen and inner thighs as the huge, searing knob touched the sensitive, flooded lips of her pussy. She wed the hot bulbous tip to draw little circles of ecstasy around and around her moistly quivering cuntlips; she moved his dick up and down, feeling it push deliciously against her erect clit. Then she moved it rapidly up and down her moistened fur-lined slit, feeling almost as if she were masturbating.

Lance was groaning with impatience. "Open your legs as wide as you can and put my cock in now," he demanded.

Kit sighed, closed her eyes in rapture, and then centered the tip of his cock at the opening to her wetly throbbing cunt. Although she wanted his cock to go deep and hard, perversely she heard her own voice saying softly, "Fuck me slow… and gentle… make it last forever."

She felt the head of his massive prick pressing in at her cunt-mouth. Reluctantly, her fingers left the warm trunk of the wonderfully pulsating prick. The pressure at her tightly stretched cunt-lips continued for a moment, then gradually increased in strength until, with a slight wet popping sound, the lust-swollen head slid up inside her hole.

Lance felt the velvet warmth of her pussy enclose the head of his cock. He let the sensation take command of his nerve centers and body control. Kit had begun a slight little squeezing, sucking motion with her cunt-lips. To Lance it felt as though her deeper abdominal muscles had begun cupping, carrying his cock in deeper, deeper into the hot heart of her love-starved womb.

Kit's eyes rolled back in her head from the sheer rapture of the slow entry. She exalted with each new territory invaded. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, his cock was buried completely. She could feel the bristles, of the short hair on his softly swaying balls tickling her sensitive asshole. She could feel the massive cock-head buried deep inside of her cunt, throbbing against her cervix. She could feel every fleshy, muscular little ridge of his cock pressing against her hotly quivering cunt walls.

Lance began to withdraw slowly, then thrust inward slowly again. He was moving in and out of her tightly clasping pussy, feeling her milking his prick with her inner muscles. God, he thought, he had never before in his life felt a cunt that fit so perfectly around his cock.

"Fuck me harder now, Lance… harder!" Kit suddenly cried.

"All right, baby. You want it harder, you'll get it harder!"

Abruptly, he reached down and locked his hands beneath his thighs and lifted them until her kneecaps were pressed tightly back against her tits.

"Here it comes, baby!"

He pulled the wetly glistening shaft out until only the head remained locked between the clasping cunt-lips, them he slammed dawn, down, down… his long hard cock burrowing far deeper into her fuck-hole than any cock had ever been before.

"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed in sheer exaltation as his massive prick slammed against the tip of her cervix and went on beyond it deep into the center of her belly. God, his cock was in so deep that it seemed the tip was lodged midway between her navel and tits!

Her cunt felt stretched beyond repair, filled far beyond its capacity. And yet, even as she was thinking all this, she could feel her deeper inner muscles welcoming this invader.

Now, his mouth clamped wetly down over hers, Lance began a slow, fuck-motion between her thighs. Each new powerful thrust inward went to new and previously unexplored depths of her quivering pussy. The blunted head of his cock soon was master of it all, and with each jerking throb, it was a little cannon making tiny explosions which seared her soft, sensitive flesh. His motions soon widened the narrow, plaint passage, and every stroke, either in or not, brought a moan of sheer lust from her throat.

Lance, hearing her mewls, began pounding into her clutching hole with a fury he didn't realize existed. His hips bones crashed into the back of her thighs with each stroke, and his sperm-laden balls smacked into the trembling white smoothness of her upturned butt like a battering ram.

Her body was beginning to wantonly twist and writhe now, and her sounds became one long sustained mewl as she groaned into his mouth and worked her tongue deep into his throat. She was an animal, she knew she was an animal, and she loved being one. She was the portrait of pure wantonness, her face wrung with passion, nostrils flaring like sonic wild female mare being mounted by a stallion, neck tendons taut as cables, eyes hot and smoky with lust.

Lance slipped his hands down over her hips and slid them beneath the smooth rounded moons of her desperately thrashing buttocks. He cupped them harshly with each hand and began beading Terri like bread dough as he fucked his long hard cock in with ever greater frenzy.

Kit subconsciously flexed and unflexed her straining cunt muscles as his fingers dug deeply into the creamy, supple flesh of her ass. He jerked her harder up to his massive, driving prick, and she spread her nakedly trembling thighs even farther, inviting him to do that he willed as the hot, moist hole of her cunt spread open in obscene welcome. He pounded into her snatch with a fury, then, without warning changed technique again and began making smooth, longer strokes that drew his cock nearly all the way out of her hotly clasping cunt before plunging forward again into her uplifted loins.

Suddenly Kit knew she was about to come. She fought against the orgasm; she didn't want to come… not yet. All this was too beautiful to end, to change. She tightened up all of her muscles, but that only intensified the hot, all-consuming vibrations that were beginning to reverberate like a gong deep in the pit of her stomach.

Lance felt the change in her body, felt the madden heating up of her wetly clasping omit, and knew she was rapidly approaching a climax. Beneath him, Kit had begun to chant, "Oh… oh, ohhhhh," with each breath. The knowledge that she was about to come made his own excitement build to a fever pitch; he wanted to come with her, at the same time. Quickening the rhythm of his pistoning thrusts, grinding deep and hard, boring persistently into the hidden recesses of her pussy, he gave her every inch of cock he had on every thrust.

Kit's senses were rapidly leaving her now. There was nothing left except that exquisite pressure building up in her loins. She was only vaguely aware of Lance's lips leaving her mouth to clamp hotly on her right tit, of the feel of his heavily swaying balls hammering at her ravaged whole, of his hands moving across her abdomen to add additional thrills to her erect little clitoris.

"Ohhhhh, Lance… Lance!" she wailed. "Fuck harder! I'm coming! I'm commmminnnnggg!!"

She punched her nakedly writhing hips up, seeking one last ecstatic thrust before the dam inside of her broke.

His hotly throbbing cock was a huge battering ram slamming into her, and the vibrations from the blows made her tingle all over. This all had to be a dream… it was all too beautiful to be true. Then, gradually, the dam crumbled and the wave of ecstasy was flooding down over her.

"Ohhhhhh God! I'm… I'm commmminnnnngh!"

She jerked upward once with superhuman strength, then fell back, wantonly convulsing on the uncovered couch. Her frantically quivering legs beat against the softness of the cushions, and her breath came in home rasping gasps as the violent, but exquisite, seizure rocked and racked her ripe young body.

She felt, momentarily, that she was one gigantic cunt… coming, coming, coming… that every part of her was part of it, and rejoicing. Even above her own pleasure, however, was the sudden knowledge that the beautifully pulsating cock that had carried her to this peak of glory was pumping hot, thick spurts of sperm far up into her quivering belly. His hot jizz mingled with her juice and they formed a pool of sexual bliss that shimmered and shone in the volcano of her cunt.

Her heart was pounding as though it were about to leap from her breast and a great exhaustion, almost to death itself swept over her. Her legs went limp, her hands fell to her side, and she felt her mind drifting away into sweet oblivion.

Suddenly, the glare of bright lights in the worn yanked Kit out of her reverie.

She looked up to see Claudia Adams standing in the doorway.

"Did you get it all?" Lance said, glancing at Claudia and then looking down at Kit, his face contorted with a hateful, leering grin.

"Every lustful frame of it," Claudia said, matching Lance's hate-filled smile and holding up a reel of film. "This should take care of our little 'would-be' star very nicely."

"What… What are you talking about?" Kit stammered, her mind struggling to regain its balance. "Lance, what is she doing here?"

"I'll tell you what I'm doing here," Claudia interrupted, advancing towards Kit and waving the reel of film in front of her. "I'm protecting my interests. I'm the biggest star in this country – if not the world – and I intend to stay the biggest. This little piece of film will help guarantee it."

Her face was flushed, her eyes flashing with borderline insanity, as she spit out the words, inches from Kit's face.

"Let me tell you, little Miss Nobody, if you so much as set foot in a producer's office to audition for a part, I will make sure he gets a copy of this film, recording for all prosterity your actions tonight."

She paused, a victorious laugh rippling from her throat.

"You may get an offer for a date… but you sure as hell won't get a part in a film!"

"What do you mean I'm fired!" Kit cried leaning across Otto Klinger's desk, her eyes fighting back tears of frustration and anger.

"Oh, get off it, Kit. I told you the facts of life during our little 'lesson', remember?" KIinger leaned back in his chair and looked directly at her. "I told you then that Claudia Adams ran the show around this town. She can do anything she wants, to anyone she wants. And she wants you fired."

"But it's not fair!" Kit exclaimed. "Lance Westwood was on that film, too, and I don't see anybody firing him!"

"Of course not, you silly child. He's a man. Something like this would only add to his 'macho' image!" Klinger rose from the desk and moved to the door, opening it for Kit. "Sorry, Kit, because you really have some talent. But you can't fight Claudia Adams. Take my advice. Forget movies. Look for a job as a secretary."

"Is Michael in?" Kit said, bursting through the elevator door into the reception area to Michael Reynolds' office his beautiful blonde secretary, looked up from her desk. "Kit, honey, what's wrong? You look like you've been run over by a truck!"

"A truck full of garbage!" Kit said bitterly. "I have to talk to Michael. Is he in?"

"No, he's in Palm Springs going over locations. Lot's go in his office where we can talk. I've got a big shoulder," Sandra said, leading the younger girl through the massive doors.

When Kit had finished recounting the details of the last twenty-four hours, including getting fired off the picture, Sandra rose from the couch and moved to the window.

"That fucking bitch cunt," she hissed. "She's done it again."

"What are you talking about?" Kit asked, looking at the beautiful woman who had made such fantastic love to her on Steinburg's boat.

"I'm talking about… Sandra Fleming," the other woman replied, gazing out the window with a wistful, far-away look in her eyes.

"But, that's… you," Kit hesitated, trying to grasp the implication of the woman's words.

"It was me," Sandra said, "two years ago. I was considered the hottest new property at Galaxy Studios. Until I crossed paths with Ms. Claudia Adams. I took a role away from her that she wanted badly. Of course, she was too old for it, but her ego wouldn't let her admit it. Instead, she set me up exactly the same way she did you – in living color, complete with sound. No one would touch me after that… at least, not for a role in a film."

The blonde sighed, then slowly crossed over to the couch where Kit was sitting.

"I tried everything, offering to take bit parts for scale, anything, just to keep working. But she'd done her dirty work well. Finally, Michael convinced me that I was butting my head against a stone wall, and offered me this job. At least I'm still involved in the business."

Her voice trailed off for a moment, then she abruptly turned to Kit and took the younger girl in her arms, holding her close to her pillow-like tits.

"Kit, baby, get out… get out of the business before you're destroyed… or before you end up like me, still dreaming dreams that can never be."

Kit broke from her embrace and stood, her eyes blazing with challenge. "I can't, Sandra. You don't understand. I'm going to be in the movies! I just have to! One way or another… I'm going to be in the movies!"

Sandra shook her head and sighed, "Oh, Kit… Kit, honey."

"Sandra, can I use your phone?" Kit said suddenly.

"Sure, sure, go ahead."

Kit quickly dialed the number of her apartment. Terri picked up the phone on the third ring.

"Terri, what was the name of that producer you were telling me about?"

Returning from lunch, Louie Pierce eyeballed the big tits of the blonde sitting in the waiting worn and nodded to his brother to follow him into his office.

"Where did you find her?" Louie asked.

"She came to the office this morning," the brother said. "Says she's had some experience making this kind of movie. She wants a job."

Not bad, Louie thought. The girls they usually got for their type of films rarely had any beauty or class. This girl appeared to have both.

"Take her to the screening room," Louie said.

When he entered the screening room five minutes later, she was sitting alone.

"Your brother went to get drinks," she said. "What was you name again?" he asked, sliding in beside her and flicking the rewind button on the videotape machine.

"Kit… Kit, Mr. Pierce. Kit Kingston."

"Well, Kit, let me show you an example of some of our work," Louie said, flipping on the projector switch.

The scene was taking place in a luxurious, penthouse-type apartment. A girl sat on a bar stool with her back to the camera, talking to someone in the kitchen.

Kit gasped aloud as she recognized the girl's voice. It was Terri.

"It'll be great working in the office with you," Terri was saying. "I can't believe I got the job so easily."

A woman appeared in the kitchen doorway. She was very tall, close to six feet, Kit judged, with ebony-black hair pulled loosely back at the nape of her neck. She was wearing a flowing kaftan, but even that loose-fitting garment failed to hide the jutting thrust of her enormous tits.

"You're a very beautiful girl. I knew Willis would hire you the moment you walked in," she said to Terri.

"What does my beauty have to do with the job?" Terri asked. Kit smiled to herself, thinking that her roommate wasn't such a bad little actress after all.

"C'mon," the older woman replied. "You might be able to fool a man… but you're not gonna fool another woman. You're sexy as hell and horny as hell all the time. I can tell. He wants to take you to lunch and get into your pants, like he does all the other girls who work there."

"He'll have to try very hard," Terri said, standing up. She started running her hand up the opening of the kaftan. They smiled at each other.

"Do you mean what I think you mean?" the statuesque beauty said.

"I dig girls," Terri said. "Let's make love, Rachel."

The woman called Rachel reached don and hugged the luscious redhead, rubbing the bulging mound of her pussy over the girl's belly. She caressed Terri's tits through the blouse she wore. They were perfect, so sensuous that they made her shiver and ache for the taste of them.

She pushed up Terri's blouse, moaning softly, and touched the bare titties, loving the warmth and resiliency of them.

Terri drew her down to the floor, and they fell into each other's anus, mouth to mouth in a deep kiss that had them breathing heavily.

Rachel worked the girl's blouse off, stripped her skirt down. Terri was not wearing panties underneath, and her hairy, rust-colored cunt popped into view, the lush mound damp with the dew of her heavy desires. Rachel licked the voluptuous tits, licked down the belly, took a mouthful of hair from the thatch as her fingers toyed with the labes of the young girl's rich, ripe cunt.

"Does that feel good, lover?" the raven-haired woman cooed. "Does it feel good to have another girl suck your cunt?"

"Oh, yes," Terri replied, her body already burning with desire. "Oh, lick my cunt, Rachel. Please eat my pussy," she urged, pushing her crotch towards the other woman's face.

Rachel quickly slipped out of her kaftan and pressed her naked body to Terri's, tits to tits, belly to belly. She ground her cunt-mound against the other girl, and Terri responded excitedly.

From the sound of their voices and the look of mounting passion on both their faces, Kit knew that they had wasted no time getting down to basics. She could see that Terri was doing a beautiful job with her act. In fact, it was soon obvious that she had dropped the act altogether and that, for her, everything was now for real.

Rachel slid up over the young redhead's body and, curling her fingers in the mass of auburn hair, forced Terri's head between her mammoth jugs. They surrounded and smothered the eager face. Terri groaned weakly as the hands guided her moist, parted lips from one peak to another. Feverishly, she took the tits deep into her mouth, flicking each nipple with her tongue to heighten its tension.

Tiny screams came from Terri's throat as she became caught up in the maelstrom of passion. She again dipped her head to Rachel's boobs.

"Oh, you're wonderful," she said, cupping and squeezing the brunette's bountiful knockers in her hands to form a deep, shadowed valley between them.

"Do you like it, Rachel? Do you like me to play, to squeeze, to suck on your lovely nipples like I'm doing?"

"Yes… oh, God, yes. Suck on 'em… suck on them harder," Rachel said, her head thrown back now in a flight of abandoned passion. "Squeeze em till it hurts!"

"Like this?" the younger girl asked.

"More, even more!" Rachel rasped, her voice thick with need. "Lover?"

"Yes?"

"Hit me!"

"What?"

"Hit me! Please… all over. Now… now! God, do it! Hurry!"

The request heightened the frenzied passion on the redhead's face. She rolled over onto her knees above the brunette and struck her across the face.

"Yes, lover, yes! All over!"

Terri's tongue flicked at her lips, enjoying the new sensation. Her own tits leaped outward from her body as her brain began to enjoy the treat of inflicting pain on the beautiful woman and feeling pleasure from it in her own tortured body.

She slapped the girl's face again, then her belly, bet tits, her thighs, and then harder, until angry red welts rose on the white skin. The body beneath her hands squirmed and writhed in pleasure, pleasure received from the mounting pain being dealt her.

"It's wonderful, it's doing it to me!" said Rachel, suddenly rising to her own knees and wrapping her arms around the girl. She dug her nails deeply into Terri's glistening ass-cheeks, holding the other's body back to the thick carpet. "Now, lover, now! You're mine!"

"Do it to me!" Terri was begging. "Give me your tongue!"

The two beautiful female forms, naked and locked in lesbian love, were now writhing in completely unrestrained joy. Terri lay on top of the older woman, her white, globed ass bouncing again and again into the air as she ground her wet cunt harder and harder onto Rachel's willing face and darting tongue.

At the same time Rachel was hunching upward with her hips in a rotating motion that soon smeared all of Terri's lovely face with the sticky juice from her own wet hole. She had wrapped her legs around the young girl's head, trapping her nose, her lips, and her tongue between the wet, hairy lips of her squishy cunt.

"Further, further! Stick your tongue inside my hole, deep inside it! And lick it… lick it out good!" moaned Terri in a muffled voice from between Rachel's glistening thighs.

"That's it! That's it!" answered Rachel in a renewed bunt of impassioned lust. "Lick my clit, baby. Lick it good. Jam your tongue against it… hard… harder! Harder!"

"Are you coming? Are you coming, Rachel?"

"Yes! Oh, God, yes!I'm coming! I'm coooommmming!"

"Don't stop… so am I! Ooooohhhhhh! Don't stop!"

Thighs wrapped tighter around heads, hands and fingers crept farther into deep cracks between ass-cheeks, nails dug deeply into soft, lusting flesh, thighs and pink cunts ran gooey with sweet juices as both bodies stiffened in the climb to the final peak.

Then the screen went black. Louie Pierce turned to Kit, a leering grin on his face and his hand frantically rubbing the massive bulge running along the front of his pants.

"Think you can do that good?" he said, nodding to the blank screen.

"Better," Kit replied. "That was real kid stuff compared to what I can do."

"Then… uh… how about a little audition?" Louie said, his eyes feasting hungrily on the front of her blouse.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Pierce," she said, standing and turning so that puffy outline of her pussy was practically in his face. "What about terms… you know, price?"

"We pay seven-fifty, a film," Louie replied, his mouth watering at her lush closeness.

"Oh, Mr. Pierce," Kit said, "I'm afraid that just won't."

"What?" His mind was hardly registering, he was so hot from the combination of what he had just seen on screen, and the musky scent arising from this incredibly luscious young girl.

"I get three thousand a film, Mr. Pierce," she said, shocking his attention back to her.

"Honey, we don't pay three thousand to anyone," he said.

"I'm worth it. Mr. Pierce… every penny of it."

She removed her blouse, giving him the full force and beauty of her flawless, naked tits. His skin rippled, tingling in waves as he reached out and cupped her wonderful golden jugs with their light freckles and massive dark-brown nipples.

"Jesus," he gasped, "beautiful tits… really beautiful tits."

"Go ahead," she said. "Suck! Put your lips on my tits and suck me. My breasts are sweet… very sweet."

Reverently he sucked first one sprouting nipple and then the other. His lips ran down over the domes of her marvelous knockers to her navel. As if she had mad his mind, she let her belly rock towards the caresses of his lips as he kissed her navel.

"Suck there, too," she said, arching her back and presenting the lushness of her belly to his wet tongue and lips.

"God," he mowed, "I'll bet you are good."

"Oh, I am, Mr. Pierce. I'm a good suck and a good fuck. Three thousand, Mr. Pierce… that's not much, really."

With a deep-throated moan, she rocked her pelvis towards him and began to undo her skin. His face followed the material downward until his chin was tickled by the soft, curly hair of her downy beaver.

Then she abruptly pulled back from his searching lips and began to rub her fingers in and out of her cunt and up and down her belly from her tits to her navel as she stood there in front of him and rocked herself back and forth and so quivered a little from the sensation of her own fingers as they moved softly across her own naked flesh.

He moaned in anticipation.

She kicked out of her skirt and threw her musky cunt wide open to his advance.

"Go ahead, Mr. Pierce," she cooed. "Try it out. Taste it… smell it… eat a little of it."

Pierce plunged his tongue into her musky gash. Almost immediately it seemed as though her hands were all over his body. His clothes, as if by magic, disappeared from his body. They were everywhere, tickling his back, fingering his cock, stirring him erotically in every way possible.

"You suck good, Mr. Pierce," she moaned. "Do you like it? Is my pussy good?"

"Oh… oh, shit," was all he could groan as her juice filled his mouth.

His tongue slithered through the hot, delicious slit of her writhing cunt. The tip circled around her throbbing clitoris.

Suddenly he realized that they had sunk to the soft carpet. They were lying in the aisle.

Kit was panting like a wild woman and rubbing her cunt all over his face. Again the warm mouth and tongue found her slit. Again he was sucking cunt and his hands were nabbing over tier belly, tits, thighs, and fleshy, firm buttocks. Her groans of passion spurred him on.

Louie felt her body building for an orgasm. He felt her tense, strain, wait, and then her cunt was exploding in a beautiful orgasm.

"Ohhh, God… my pussy, my come! Of my cunt! Suck the juice out of my cunt!"

He kept driving his tongue up her fuck-hole as she shuddered through her come. With each driving thrust, Kit's body would jerk and another groan of passion would erupt from her throat. Her legs came together over his head as her lithe body twisted round.

"What are you going to do?" he piped, barely able to get his breath. "Oh, my God."

She licked the end of his cock. "I'm going to suck your dick, Louie Pierce, and show you just how good an expensive fuck can be."

To his surprise, her tongue shot into his asshole. She laughed. It was muffled against his balls, and her tongue remained solid in his asshole, its tip darting here and there as it touched tender nerves and drove him to supreme bliss.

His tongue shot into her cunt, greedily licking at the honeyed juice. She thrust her pussy into him, opening her slit up completely to his hot tongue-fucking.

Her own tongue snaked out, made a fast swipe at his balls, then began to suck at the base of his cock. A thousand thrills shot through him. He jammed his cock deep into her throat and then pulled it out to its ring, her mouth loving his prick every inch of the way.

His hips began rising and falling slowly. Her wet lips pulled and sucked on his shaft, giving him a sensation of being encased by a warm, clasping cave. He drove his cock in her until his balls were almost in her mouth. He could feel her damp tongue shoot out and love his rocks.

Her tongue and lips massaged his knob, swinging his cock this way, then that. Her pussy hair was creamed with juice. Her cunt was open, red walls showing, and he saw the tip of her clit.

His mouth came down. He licked her beaver, her cunt-cum tasting soft and sweet, as he felt her mouth masterfully massaging the throbbing knob of his cock.

His tongue went into her slit, swallowing slowly to enjoy every bit of it. Finally, the last of her juice had been cleaned from her hole.

"God," he moaned, "you're wonderful… fantastic. Jesus, what a cunt. I want to fuck it. I want to stick my cock in your cunt and fuck it!"

She lifted her head off his cock for a second.

"Three thousand, Mr. Pierce. The fuck of your life." She swallowed his cock again.

Suddenly he stiffened, giving all his attention to her mouth on his cock. He was right on the point of coming.

Then her mouth was gone. She was gone. He was in agony. He looked up. She was putting her blouse on.

"What are you doing!" he yelled. "I was coming! I want to fuck you!"

"I told you, Mr. Pierce…" she said, buttoning the top button.

"All right, all right, dammit! You've got it!"

Her blouse was again off and her beautiful tits were naked to his touch.

"Oh, Jesus, I want your cunt," he panted. "Then take it," she said. "Fuck it. Fuck it good!"

He pressed himself down onto her soft, yielding flesh. She opened her legs and her mouth at the same time. Louie shoved his cock up her cunt and his tongue down her throat. She took them both eagerly.

Her pussy was as warm on his cock as he had thought it would be. The joy of being in such a pussy drove him wild. Her cunt was fantastic. She could clench and relax her pussy as if she were giving him a blow-job.

"Give it to me," she urged. "Fuck me with that hunk of meat!"

He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and started driving his cock into her. His prick came up hard against the very bottom of her pussy with each driving thrust.

Each stroke seemed to make her want the next even more. She groaned as his fingers bit into her flesh, and she rolled her hips up to open herself even wider to the pounding of his rod.

"Oh, Jesus, it's good, so good," he crooned. "I want more. I want it all!"

"Take it… all of it. Go ahead!" she cried.

Pinning her legs back up against her chest, he withdrew his dripping tool and dropped it about two inches.

Her asshole was tight, but not too tight to fuck, and it was the tightness of it that he wanted. It was pure heaven for him. He shoved his cock in as hard as before, but with a deadly vengeance as he brought himself up closer to coming.

She started working her clitoris with one hand as he continued to pound her asshole. She came again just before he let go into her ass. The warm flood into her shitter set her off again.

Pierce was enjoying the close warmth of her asshole as she exercised every muscle in it. When she was sure that she had drained every drop he had, she rolled him over and began to bring him back to life with as fine a job of tongue-work as he had ever had. Her mouth was as good as her pussy.

He could feel the strong blood coursing into his prick, making a greater mouthful for her. He pulled her hips up, lowered her pussy over his face, and threatened to eat his way into her throat.