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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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