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A Film For A Few Friends
Chapter 1
It was too early to go to bed and too late to get dressed and go
out,
assuming she could think of somewhere she wanted to go, so Lynn Langley
found herself wandering aimlessly through the house in her nightdress
half-heartedly tidying up the living room and wondering if she could
get
some money out of her husband, Matt, for some new curtains. The night
was
uncomfortably warm and humid, and she knew that it would be impossible
to
sleep with the hot south wind blowing into the bedroom window. Lynn
always found it difficult to doze off when her husband was away, and
these
days the TV studio seemed to be sending him out of town more and more
frequently to film track meets, high school football games, boxing
matches, and anything else in the sports world which might conceivably
interest the athletically minded viewers of WRT-TV, the local
television.
Depressed and feeling a slight headache coming on, Lynn meandered
lazily into the bedroom and threw herself unhappily on the big double
bed,
her long blonde hair spraying out against the whiteness of the pillow.
The breeze from the window was hot, but moving air of any temperature
was
refreshing, and she enjoyed the feeling of the wind caressing her
lightly
clad body.
Lynn had the stunning voluptuous figure of a young Greek goddess,
and
a professional photographer would have immediately noticed that this
was
an exceptional-looking girl and reached for his camera. The filmy silk
nightgown barely hid her high-set widely spaced breasts and the flimsy
material was translucent, revealing her pointed, rosy-tipped nipples.
The
nightie was tight and form fitted, dutifully following the breathtaking
curves of her ripely generous figure, flowing over a flat smooth
stomach
down to full firm thighs and the inviting brown patch of soft pubic
hair
up between her long tapered legs. There was no question about it; this
was a woman worth looking at, and men normally took the opportunity to
do
just that whenever she passed their way.
But on this hot evening, Lynn's smoothly chiseled features were
marred by a frown, and the restless dissatisfaction she was feeling
showed
clearly in her large hazel eyes. Lynn could not put her finger exactly
on
the cause of her unhappiness because it seemed that everything that had
ever worried and troubled her in the past was coming back to haunt her
tonight. Why did Matt have to be out of town whenever she really
needed
him to cheer her up? On a night like this, they should be mixing
drinks,
taking cool showers, and making love until they had tired themselves
out
enough to sleep. Instead, she was alone and love-making was out of the
question for three more days!
The voluptuously attractive young wife shook her head to drive
away
the bad thoughts which were tormenting her mercilessly and decided to
wash
her face with cold water. Why did it have to be like this? Other
women
managed to forget their premarital love affairs, marry good honest men
like Matt and then settle down, happy and content for the rest of their
lives. If she had only listened to what her mother had taught her as a
child she would never have gotten herself involved with a character
like
Phil Agard to begin with, and she would never have learned to be
dissatisfied with a fine upstanding individual like her husband. She
should have gone to her wedding a virgin and not a slightly used kept
woman with remorse for the past and continual worries about the future.
She washed her face without feeling much better for it and
returned
to her bed, knowing in advance that she would never be able to get to
sleep as long as she was in this condition. Small beads of sweat were
already forming all over her body, and she realized instinctively that
the
evening's heat was only half of the explanation, the other half being
too
shameful to admit even to herself. She was aroused, excited! She
needed
some physical satisfaction, and there was none in sight!
Somehow, as the languid, sexually deprived woman sprawled on her
bed,
the thin fabric of her shortie nightgown landed high on the flat
tantalizing plane of her stomach, exposing the softly tempting darkness
between her slightly spread legs. Beneath the fine flaxen hair of her
pubic mound, the warm south wind swept boldly over the thin hair-lined
slit of her open loins.
And it felt good! She was so turned on tonight that even the
delicate impersonal touch of the wind was sensual, and she spread her
lithe, tapered legs even farther apart, baring the whole moist crevice
of
her cunt to the hot breeze from the window. Then, with an abrupt
gesture,
she raised the firmly rounded half-moons of her buttocks off the
surface
of the mattress and slid the nightie up over the rising mounds of her
breasts. A moment later, she removed the gown completely, wanting to
let
the hot, lust-inciting wind caress her totally naked body.
Oh, God, what the hell am I doing, she moaned to herself in
anguish.
A couple of days without my husband, and here I am, acting like a sex-
starved teenager! Lynn, when will you ever grow up?
Then, without warning, a terrible temptation swept over her. It
was
something she had not done since she had married and something she had
sworn she would never do again, but she knew even as she battled
against
it that the temptation was going to win and her willpower would lose!
Tonight she was going to get that old diary out of the desk and
retread it again!
No sooner had the thought struck her mind than she was on her
feet,
finding the key in her purse and fitting it deftly to the desk drawer
where she kept her personal papers. Like most romantically inclined
young
women, Lynn had scrupulously kept a diary during her teenage years,
recording those very special events like her first date, her first
kiss,
and even her first sexual experiences. And even after she had gone to
work as a secretary at WRT-TV and gotten involved in her disastrous
love
affair with Phil Agard, the president and manager of the television
station, she had continued to write jotting down what they had said and
done to one another during the most intimate moments of their
association.
Later, when the affair was obviously going sour, she had clung to the
diary as if it were her only friend, confiding everything in the crude
vulgar explicit language which Phil himself used and had taught her to
use. Her marriage to Matt had brought an end to diary writing, and she
had told herself on her wedding night that all that childish
foolishness
was now behind her forever. She had even considered burning the book
to
prevent Matt from ever stumbling upon this record of sin and
degradation,
thus finding out just how his innocent little wife behaved before their
marriage!
But, unfortunately, she had never had the courage to burn it and
now
her hands trembled slightly as she held it before her for the first
time
in four years. She opened it at random:
... I felt my body turning on like an electric light! It didn't
hurt
any more and there was a strange restless tingle running maddeningly up
and down my backbone as he crushed fiercely into me ... all the nerve
endings in my body were going off like sirens and my hot gaping little
cant felt as if it were going to explode. I called his name over and
over
again like a crazy woman and he put his hand over my mouth to keep the
neighbors from finding out that my boyfriend was not only a married man
but the director of the Television station. Everybody knew Phil and he
was always afraid of a scandal!
... And when he really got started, I was rotating my hips
recklessly
from side to side, trying to excite him as much as I could, and deep,
deep
inside my stretched, battered vagina, I could feel his hard impaling
cock
stuck all the way up in me like a sword thrust into a sheath, so far in
that the thick red tip of his manhood was rubbing torturously against
my
cervix. I never felt so absolutely filled in my entire life and my
tender
little pussy seemed as though it was being shattered into a thousand
pieces! I treed to hold my shivering, quaking body still and not make
a
complete fool of myself, but the piteous groans just kept coming out of
my
mouth, one after another, and I seemed to have lost control over my
legs
because they were splayed out wildly on either side of his long jerking
pole, and my whole body was bucking and heaving like mad. I couldn't
help
myself! It was as if he had climbed right up inside my cant!
Phil could hardly hide the sadistic grin on his face when he saw
that
I was coming on like an express train. Phil is cruel, really, because
he
makes me cum again and again, even after I'm tired, and he makes me
lose
control of myself completely so that I end up every evening in bed with
him acting like a lust-driven animal instead of an intelligent human
being. And it was no different tonight. I could feel the fluttering
little muscles inside of my cant starting to palpitate and nibble at
his
cock the way they do when I'm getting ready to cum and the lips of my
convulsing vagina were all dilated and wet while he pumped his hot
searing
sperm into me so savagely that I thought he was going to tear me apart.
A tear rolled down off her cheek and moistened the page she was
reading as Lynn found herself wondering how a well brought-up girl who
was
supposed to know right from wrong could ever have put pen to paper and
written such awful, obscene? disgusting things. It was bad enough to
have done what she had done with Phil, but to have written about them
afterwards!
For a moment, she almost felt that she now possessed the courage
to
carry this horribly incriminating document into the bathroom and flush
it
down the toilet page by page. But instead she read on, possessed by a
strange masochistic desire to torture herself even more, and she
flipped
through a few pages of the diary to read her recollections of another
passionate steamy night in bed with the television executive who she
had
served as lover and secretary for a torrid six month period.
... Somehow, I'll never be able to forget his cock if I live to be
a
thousand. It's impossible to describe, but tonight it looked just like
an
enormous medieval cannon about to fire. I tried not to look at it, but
every time I see Phil naked and aroused like that, I can't take my eyes
off of his groin, wondering how it is possible for that battering ram
to
fit up inside my poor tormented body. Every time he throws himself on
top
of me, I know it's going to hurt like hell when he comes pounding
savagely
into me, and every time I go ahead and let him do it anyway. Tonight,
he
was in a real hurry and couldn't be bothered with any of the usual
preliminaries ... Without so much as saying hello, he pushed me
backwards
onto the bed with a kind of snarl and climbed on top of my naked body
like
a wild animal in the mating season and I could feel his hard chest
crushing into the softness of my breasts while he probed between my
outstretched legs for the tender hair-covered entrance to my eagerly
waiting vagina. I should have been happy, I suppose, but somehow this
perverse brutality excited me so much that I could hardly breathe and I
sucked his tongue into my mouth and thrust my pelvis up against him,
wanting that long fat penis inside of me like I had never wanted it
before.
It seems crazy to be writing this down on paper, but suddenly I
felt
my body was just an enormous cant! I was a great big unexplored
underground cavern that had to be penetrated and Phil was the brave
explorer who was going to march inside of me with his whole body and
explore every inch of me! I was going crazy and I almost screamed when
I
felt the broad, blood-filled tip of his cock jostle against the ragged
edges of my vagina, searching impatiently for the opening and teasing
the
tiny pulsating button of my clitoris. Then he found what he was
looking
for and shoved! Every time Phil comes skewering into me, I think he's
going to split me in two and tonight it was no different. He brutally
flicked his hips forward with that funny sadistic grin he has, knowing
that he's hurting me and not caring at all, his long fierce cudgel
ramming
into me to the hilt, so far and so fast that I could feel his balls
slapping against my backside as he stretched the rubbery elastic flesh
of
my battered abused cant almost to the bursting point.
But the pain went away quickly tonight and when it was almost
gone,
he started sawing in and out of my cruelly stretched pussy as if his
life
depended upon it. Like always, I began to lose control all over again,
and tingles of happy submission came rushing up and down my backbone.
My
hips started to grind into the mattress as if I wanted to bore a hole
in
it, and I couldn't keep my silly mouth from babbling obscene dreadful
things in his ear, asking him to Suck me harder and deeper, and using
other words I can't even bring myself to write down on paper.
Before I could get my wits together, sparks started to fly and it
happened to me, like always. The moment I felt his fat muscular cock
get
stiff and hard, and the hot sticky cum start pouring into me, filling
me
to the brim, a thousand Any sparks seemed to go floating merrily all
through my body. My strength disappeared and he creamed into me like a
madman while I lay moaning on the bed, with my legs curled tightly
around
his back.
Lynn found herself blushing furiously almost as if she were
reading
these shameful phrases aloud to a group of her friends and the young
wife
looked around her empty bedroom in fright, half expecting to see her
quiet, mild mannered husband sitting in his easy chair next to the bed
and
demanding an explanation. No, there was no question about it, she told
herself with an effort to firmness, it was too dangerous to leave this
book in existence. Matt was hardly the type to go prying through her
private things, but if he should happen some day to discover these
words,
it would be all over between them. Perhaps their marriage had been a
little dull sexually as far as Lynn was concerned, but Matt seemed to
be
satisfied and happy; and she knew that his sense of morality and
decency
would never permit him to live together with a woman who was capable of
writing such depraved unholy words as these. The book had to be
destroyed!
Nakedly, the young wife walked to the bathroom, now determined to
burn the diary page by page and flush the ashes down the toilet so that
her descriptions of the last orgies with Phil Agard would be gone
forever
and a whole shameful chapter of her life would be erased completely.
She
perched on the edge of the tub and balanced the diary on one naked knee
with a book of matches on the other. Trying to keep her courage up,
she
tore out the first few pages and set them ablaze, choking a little on
the
thick smoke which immediately filled the bathroom and trying not to
yield
to the overpowering temptation to read any more of this record of
degeneracy and sin. Tears running freely down her cheeks, she
resolutely
burned her way through the entire six months of her affair with the TV
executive, keeping the book upside down so that her eyes could not
accidentally pick up some stray phrase or passage which might set her
off
again. Then she came to the last entry, the one she had written after
her
last meeting with Phil, the night before she had accepted her husband's
offer of marriage. She had to see it one more time and she knew that
rereading what had happened between them one last time would give her
the
moral strength she needed to go ahead and finish the job. Her fingers
trembled as she held the last remaining pages up to the bathroom light.
Phil came by after work as promised. He has always been a little
rough with me, but actually it was part of the attraction, and I can't
deny that usually it excites me. But lately he has been growing ...
how
should I say it? ... a little perverse, wanting me to do certain things
that I could never force myself to do. It's bad enough having a love
affair with a married man, but Phil seems to want things from me that
no
decent woman would do, even with her own husband. Tonight it was worse
than ever.
He never even gave me time to undress, and when I protested the
fact
that he was ripping my clothes to shreds, he hit me across the mouth,
hard, and I still have a red mark there. Then he said that he was
tired
of messing around and told me that a man like him needed some real
action
once in a while. I was so upset that I began to cry and he grabbed me
by
the arms and forced me down on my knees in front of him. I was shaking
so
badly I thought I was going to fall on my face, but I managed to get
hold
of myself, thinking he was only a little drunk, and I hung onto his
legs
while he undressed.
His penis was already erected, and I had never seen it so close
before. There were long blue veins on the underside, running all of
the
way from the thick black pats h of pubic hair around the thick shaft of
his cock out to the red, blood-engorged bulbous gland which was
swinging
menacingly only inches from my parted lips. I felt his hands in my
hair,
pulling me steadily closer and he kept telling me to open my mouth ...
I
didn't quite understand, but there was a horrible suspicion forming in
the
back of my mind, a horrible desperate fear that perhaps he wanted me to
take his penis into my mouth! Then it came to me in a flash and I
suddenly understood that Phil wanted me to suck him! He wanted to use
my
mouth as a receptacle for his vile thick sperm.
And in the same instant I knew that this was something I could
never
do, not in a million years. Phil Agard had dragged me far enough down
into the gutter with him, but there were still some remnants of a
decent
woman left in me, and I got all my strength together and pulled away
from
him, screaming like a mad-woman. In surprise, he let go of my hair,
and I
locked myself in the bathroom and sat on the toilet sobbing. He swore
at
me through the door and left ... Tomorrow, I'm going to tell Matt
Langley
that I'll marry him. I don't really love Matt, but it's the only way
out.
And when she had finished the last page, Lynn was suddenly glad
she
had done it, because the events of that last horrible night with the TV
executive reminded her clearly what a beast Agard really was and how
right
she had been to decide to leave him and marry a decent man. She ripped
the final page into tiny shreds and threw them in the toilet, watching
the
fragments of her past life whirl around in circles as it disappeared
down
the drain.
But somehow when it was all over, the girl felt no particular
sensation of relief. All the written evidence of her evil past
destroyed,
she walked back into the bedroom, still naked, and threw herself again
on
the bed, her long tapered legs slightly parted and her arms cast out on
either side of her in the classical position of abandon.
The scene would have been an exciting one had there been someone
there to enjoy it, for the position of her arms caused Lynn's heavy
rounded breasts to protrude more than usual, standing up free and proud
as
she gazed at herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. Her mind
still
occupied with thoughts of the shame of her past life, her hands crept
almost unnoticed down to her turgid little nipples, and without
realizing
what she was doing, the love starved young wife began to massage her
own
lushly ripened breasts, touching the rose-colored buds of her-nipples
until they became hard and erect, and pointed at the ceiling like twin
artillery pieces ready to fire. Even as the proper moralistic part of
her
brain began to tell her that this was ridiculous for a grown married
woman, one of her hands stealthily left the soft mounds of her breasts,
creeping slowly across the flat plane of her tautly smooth stomach into
her moistly heated vaginal crevice.
A concealed witness to this depraved scene would have observed
sheer
wanton desire flooding into Lynn's eyes as one outstretched finger
trembled hesitantly over the thin pink slit of her restlessly twitching
cunt. People are often good at preventing themselves from thinking
about
exactly what they are doing, and Lynn purposely tried to concentrate on
something else, hoping to trick herself into forgetting about what her
hands were really doing to that super-sensitive place up between her
legs.
Deliberately focusing her thoughts on the comparative happiness she had
found with her simple, religious-minded husband, her sensuous hips
began
to grind inexorably into the mattress as her sexual arousal grew more
demanding and insistent by the second.
The young blonde-haired woman sighed deeply as electric sparks
seemed
to be jumping from the ragged hair-lined edges of her delicately
pulsating
vagina to her fingers, and her breath quickened noticeably as she
stimulated the tiny pink button of her clitoris, rubbing her index
finger
over it slowly and sensuously as she deliberately excited herself to
greater and greater heights of physical passion, knowing in her heart
that
the situation was now out of control and that she simply did not have
the
moral courage to stop this evil impure business. Lynn writhed and
moaned
as if she were being ravaged by some ghostly invisible lover, her
creamy
white legs now skewered wildly apart and her fingers boldly invading
the
throbbing wet orifice of her cunt, stroking the cock-hungry crevice
into a
maddening burning state which seemed to be consuming her insides. With
her extended middle finger she actively stroked the glistening pink
clitoris until the sensitive pleasure center swelled up in agitation,
doubling in size and tingling as if it were about to explode like a
miniature time bomb.
There was no stopping her now, and the orgasm she needed so badly
came closer by the minute, attacking her lust-wracked body like a swarm
of
voracious locusts settling on a rich green field. The mounting passion
could be read even in her normally serene face, now contorted into an
unrecognizable mask of lust, and she chanted softly to herself as she
energetically lathered herself into a state of furious ecstasy.
It was just around the corner, only needing a few more deft
touches
to bring it on like an express train, and the half-demented girl had
three
fingers inside of her vaginal cavity now as the orgiastic fluid gushed
out
of her wetly pulsating cunt, dampening the sheet below her and filling
the
room with its pungent distinctive odor. Another touch, another caress
and
...
The doorbell rang!
"Oh Christ!" she groaned in agony, feeling the release she wanted
so
badly start to slip away from her, slowly but surely.
The doorbell sounded again insistently. Lynn lay still for a few
seconds cursing this late intruder whomever he might be. and then
darted
for the bathroom to mop away most of the moisture from her inner thighs
before slipping hastily into her dressing gown. It was nearly
midnight?
she remarked to herself. Who could possibly be visiting her at this
hour?
Pulling the thin clinging dressing gown over her nakedness, the
young
blonde darted barefoot to the door, making sure that the safety chain
Was
attached before she undid the lock.
"Who is it?" she called fearfully, a recognizable tremor in her
voice.
"It's Phil, honey," came the relaxed, easy tones of the television
executive who was her husband's present boss and her former lover.
"Phil?" she responded in alarm. "But Phil ... I thought ... that
is,
we made a deal when I married Matt that you wouldn't bother me ... it's
all over between us ... you know ..."
"Will you stop babbling and let me in?" the producer laughed
casually. "I didn't stop by for romance, sweetie, because I've got
other
fish to try as far as that's concerned these days. I'm in a jam and I
need your help on a professional basis, so stop acting like a virgin in
an
ivory tower and let me in! Isn't Matt around?"
"You sent him to cover that football game on the Coast," Lynn
snapped
as she undid the safety chain and stepped back to admit him into her
home,
"and you know perfectly well he isn't here."
"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten," Agard replied insincerely as he walked
into
the room and let his eyes run lecherously over the girl's voluptuously
ripened body, her splendid, lust-inciting figure clearly traced beneath
the thin clinging fabric of her dressing gown. "Hmmmmmmm, looks to me
like you're dressed for action pigeon! You got another visitor,
maybe?"
Lynn Langley blushed in righteous anger at this lewd suggestion,
pulling the inadequate garment around her as tightly as she could in a
vain attempt to hide the contours of her feverishly aroused body from
the
man's practiced eye.
"I'm alone," she retorted flatly, struggling to keep her
composure.
"Is there any law against sleeping in the nude on a hot night?"
"None that I know of, baby," smiled Phil, settling himself
uninvited
into an easy chair and lighting a cigarette without taking the trouble
even to offer her one.
"What do you want, Phil?" she insisted, standing over him
uneasily.
"If one of the neighbors saw you coming here tonight, there could be a
scandal. I've got a nice life with Matt now, and I don't want ..."
"Relax, pussycats and let me look at you," Agard drawled with
vulgar
self-confidence. "Goddamn, you're as beautiful now as you were the
last
time I had you flat on your back! You weren't so nervous about my
visits
then, as I recall, and as a matter of fact, I always had the impression
you looked forward to them. How about a quickie for old time's sake?"
'No!!!!!" she found herself saying although in the back of her
mind
another voice was saying "Yes!" with approximately the same intensity.
You mustn't get involved with this man again, she warned herself. He
couldn't care less about you or your husband or your marriage! Matt
would
find out and the whole world would come to an end as far as you were
concerned.
"You said you had some business, Phil," she told him, making a
supreme effort to keep her voice level and controlled. "Why don't you
tell me what it is. I'm very tired and want to get a good night's
sleep
tonight."
Lynn knew perfectly well that she was in no position to order this
man out of her house. Not only was he Matt's boss and in a position to
keep her husband from ever working in television again, but she lived
in
continual fear that he would open his big mouth and tell Matt exactly
what
kind of a girl he had married, thereby ruining her marriage.
"Okay, baby, although I see a couple of perky little tits
underneath
that robe that keep sending me messages that I can't ignore. But the
thing is this: we're shooting a television video-tape tonight at the
studio, and one of the extras just called in sick. Everything's set to
start taping at one o'clock, and I hate like hell to start
re-scheduling
things at this stage of the game."
"And what do I have to do?" inquired Lynn, a little puzzled by all
of
this.
"Just stand in for the extra. I'll pay you the going rate."
"I don't understand," she confessed unhappily, not liking
something
about the situation, but unable to put her finger on exactly what was
worrying her. "You know perfectly well I'm not an actress, and why are
you shooting a film at one o'clock at night?"
Agard smiled easily and shook his head like an adult being asked
to
explain something to a simple-minded child.
"You don't have to act, sweetheart," he assured her. "The girl
who
copped out on me was just an extra. All you have to do is stand there
for
a couple of hours and look beautiful. It's an oriental scene and
you're a
slave girl who waits next to the queen. And we're shooting at night
because it's quiet, and we can work without being disturbed all the
time.
Any more questions?"
Continued...
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