BEE-50176  

Video Vixens By Iris Licht




CASTING COUCH CUMS! 

Rusty couldn't believe he had someone of Montana's luscious quality undulating beneath him. The gorgeous brunette drew her legs around his hair-rough thighs and shivered. The office sofa wasn't designed for this kind of activity, but they managed. 

The would-be porn stud pushed his heavy cock bulb into Montana's soft, wet flesh. Her cunt lips suctioned his rotund crown, then drew him into her warm, willing body. She sighed, overwhelmed with joy, and slammed her hips upward to capture all of him she could. 

Rusty had what it takes in size, of that Montana was certain. But did he have stamina? 

"Fuck me, baby," the brunette wailed, deciding to test the young man's carnal capabilities. "Fuck me and make me cum!" 

And that was Rusty's goal precisely, and he proved he could over and over and over again! 

CHAPTER ONE 

Montana Wildwood studied the players on the set and recalled her days being on the opposite side of the camera. She was relieved not to be beneath the blinding arc lights, conscious of staying on mark and remembering her lines. There generally wasn't much of a script—given the lack of story content in porn video—but she nevertheless made a conscious effort to memorize dialogue. 

The girl was absolutely gorgeous. Montana was pleased to have landed someone of such fabulous allure. Blonde, blue-eyed and stirring, she materialized in her office just prior to the casting of this current production. Her tits were eye-catching, with ripe nipples standing at attention. The girl, whose name was Crystal Stewart, confessed a secret desire to appear in erotic films. She had seen her first with her boyfriend, who adamantly insisted she possessed the required talent and drove her to Hollywood to seek her fortune. 

Montana was intrigued with the girl's candor when it came to nudity and performing on camera. Several of her predecessors had qualms about baring all and having sex with people they didn't know apart from the posters advertising previous Wildwood Productions hanging on the walls. Crystal appeared to love every minute the spotlight was centered upon her. Her blue eyes sparkled with rapture when she was panned. Her full, sensual lips parted and moved to whispered phrases that made a spectator's temperature climb. 

Montana couldn't remember being as eager. Girls featured in porn were quick to dye their hair blonde to score points with producers. Montana didn't succumb to that trick. She kept her shoulder-length brunette hair natural, enjoying the way it whipped freely about, and which framed a stunning face with high cheekbones, cat's green eyes and a pouting mouth. At thirty-three, Montana could easily subtract five years from her age without being challenged. Her long, slinky, eye-popping figure was yet another major attraction. Men gave her second glances when she entered a room—generally to either take in those incredible legs (her slim thighs and shapely calves were to die for) or to check out her grapefruit-sized tits (they rivaled Crystal's in the T-shirt Stretching Contest). Montana, who was stacked well, invited stares from the crew throughout taping; she attributed their interest to her tiny waist and mouth-watering buns. 

Montana had enjoyed a lucrative run as a porn star. She ground out several money making videos during her first year in the business that catapulted her to unimagined fame. After earning a reputation for being one of the industry's hottest (and valued) stars, Montana found herself in the enviable position of dictating the terms for each new project. She tended to enjoy the work because of its stimulating environment. It gave her tremendous exposure, and cast her opposite some of the most desirable men in the universe (at least, in her opinion). 

Although the movies for which she was contracted were handsomely mounted, Montana yearned to emboss them with her personal stamp. She had her own concept of what was "hot," and wanted to be in charge of assembling those components for any product released under her label. Prudently, she funneled her own money (with some financing from backers who put their total trust in Montana) into a venture that brought her critical success. Magazines reviewing her videos complimented her on their inventiveness, claiming she stretched the erotic mind as never before. Women wrote, informing her of their satisfaction with her videos, which restored the sizzle in their bedrooms. 

Crystal Stewart, her latest creation, would sell cassettes in the millions by the time she was done marketing them. Crystal's fresh, entrancing beauty was a definite plus for her product line. When she was on camera, the crew became deeply involved in her invigorating presence. If the men taping the action didn't get a hard-on, Montana concluded they weren't doing their jobs; she wanted every heart-stopping second captured at its best angle. That's what separated her output from the rest. 

The rustle of sheets and the soft purrs Crystal issued drifted from the set. Montana sat in her director's chair, presiding over the scene. Her green eyes flashed with interest as Crystal's sensuous body lengthened and curved while toying with the large dildo she retrieved from the night stand. Though basically a prop to enthrall viewers, the plastic cock helped Crystal inject excitement in her every sob, her every jerk during its manipulation. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, trailing the head over her big, delicious-looking tits. She traced her nipples with infinite care, causing them to spring upward after several lingering strokes. Crystal didn't merely pursue her fleshy stubs—she lent the impression that each step taken was a precursor to a major event. What she actually intended to do with the dildo kept the viewer in suspense from the manner she handled it. 

Montana attempted to detach herself from Crystal's exhibition and maintain a professional eye, but found herself getting drawn into the situation. Nearly every cell in her body was awakened by the girl's performance. Crystal was exceptional, she told herself repeatedly, gazing at those surging tits as she melodiously exhaled. The blonde hair fanned across the pillow enclosed a face in exquisite agony. Crystal's eyes glittered with dawning joy as she navigated the instrument of pleasure. One could tell nothing furnished her greater excitement than a stiff cock. 

In the background thumping rock music played, enhancing her explosive display and seducing onlookers into a receptive mood. 

Montana unconsciously wet her lips with her tongue and felt a pang of hunger at Crystal's writhing. That sassy girl got her thirsty for sex. Montana had always enjoyed intimacy with a woman. Rather than spoil her for a man, it had the opposite effect. A woman, in Montana's estimation, was an appetizer; the man her main course. 

She considered the gentle placement of those hands and the invitation they wrought. She pictured Crystal clutching her head while steering Montana to the heat source between her legs. Montana thought about sucking her pussy later, as she had during Crystal's steamy audition, yet reserved that impulse. Her hectic schedule ruled out that possibility. Operating a studio constantly ran interference with her social agenda. If she wasn't supervising taping, then she was embroiled in meetings that lasted most the day, battling with her accountants, or screening new applicants (which didn't always evolve into sex). Montana was involved in her field to the exclusion of a normal existence. 

Crystal temporarily took Montana away from the bustle as she drifted into the exotic tapestry she wove. She squelched the urge to slip a finger into her panties and give herself a relief-affording jiggle. Montana wore a miniskirt that would have facilitated such a maneuver, but refrained from indulging that weakness. Her crew was similarly expected to weather the storm of desire the actors unleashed until taping was complete. Jerking off was expressly prohibited. 

The dildo was brought down, one delectable inch at a time, until it skimmed her navel and bordered the silken curls of her pussy. The camera directed considerable attention to that area. After several hushed moments, Crystal slid it into her cunt lips. The blunt end divided her sluiced flesh, revealing its pink flaps. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Crystal wept as she sank the fake cock into her juicy crevice. Her eyes closed; when they reopened, they gleamed. She seemed remotely aware of her surroundings, having entered a world that defied accurate description. Pushing the dildo into herself, she arched back and related the charge through a flurry of gasps. Her lips twisted as she delved further and further into her cunt. 

Montana assessed Crystal's lank, flowing thighs. She recalled that first time when they were wrapped about her head as she ate Crystal. They were in her office, having gone over the stipulations of her contract, when Crystal opted to clinch the deal with sex. She lifted her skirt, disclosing those golden wisps that profiled her snatch, then took Montana's hand and placed it over that heated moisture. Crystal's interview began on a diligent note; after the girl demonstrated an overt wildness, it promptly switched into a decadent affair. Montana held nothing back; the girl summoned her appetite, and received nothing short of its full-flamed intensity. She tongue-fucked Crystal until the girl spasmed in her face twice, then strapped on a dildo and proceeded to fill her pussy with heavy rubber. Crystal got off on everything she did, begging her for more. The girl was tireless, insatiable, testing the boundaries even Montana prescribed for herself. 

Montana was suspicious of Crystal's boyfriend, Peter. He insisted upon his inclusion in each taping, explaining that he represented Crystal's well-being. Montana didn't buy his story for a second; she recognized his delighted glow when Amber Lake arrived for her scenes. Peter salivated over every nubile inch she unfurled. He would have given his right ball to change places with any one of the actors and fuck her. 

Montana observed him sitting over in the corner. His intermittent glances at the suite of dressing rooms was all the proof she required. Amber would appear next in a pulse-raising three-way. 

Unlike Peter, Montana could wait. Amber was one of her more temperamental people, who raged over the smallest things. Montana could not do without Amber; Crystal, a newcomer, wasn't as large a draw as someone of Amber's caliber. She was forced to placate the volatile actress and cater to her whims. If Amber favored a glass of Dom Perignon before taping, along with a tray of Russian caviar and crackers, Montana had little choice but to supply her those extravagances. A personal masseuse was tossed into the deal as well (Amber complained of muscle aches after long, grueling scenes), to the tune of five thousand per month. Montana subscribed to a limousine service for her as well, transporting Amber from her Hollywood Hills home and delivering her to the doorstep of Wildwood Productions. If Amber happened to see a friend or two on the way, she whisked them along for a ride, stopped for dinner at a top LA restaurant, then charged it to the studio (business discussion, Amber reconciled). Once again, Montana picked up the tab. 

Amber's name (in addition to her trademark tits) on the front of a video translated into big bucks for Montana's studio. The reigning sex goddess of the porn industry, Amber had achieved bankable status. Chancing a confrontation over Amber's mercurial moods was not something Montana wished to do. 

Montana much preferred sweet Crystal, who endlessly provoked her creative staff. After she put her in front of the camera, Crystal might copy Amber's demands—but by then, she hoped Amber Lake was in retirement. She adamantly hoped Crystal would emerge Wildwood's latest sensation. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Crystal recaptured her awareness as she expertly manipulated the dildo. She plunged it whole into her cunt, then sawed back and forth through slick pussy lips until it glistened with her juices. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh yes! Ohhhhhhh!" 

Once again, Montana felt drawn into the whirlpool of excitement. The rapture Crystal conveyed influenced her. Montana's nipples rebelliously bulged through her outfit. Her clit twitched nervously while she studied the young actress's feverish gyrations. Crystal's moans and shrieks pierced her composure. It became increasingly difficult for Montana to play bystander to Crystal's meteoric spectacle. 

Rising from her director's chair, she surveyed the others and saw that her physical and emotional turbulence went unnoticed. Montana had more than enough duties to attend to than her own sexual fulfillment. Wordlessly, she sauntered from the room, hoping to shake the jolting disturbances that raced through her body. 

* * * 

Crystal was vaguely aware the boss of Wild-wood Productions had made her exit. When taped, every fiber of her being was honed to perfect focus. Crystal wanted the world to see her excitement simmer, then explode. Her salary and future were based on how many tapes her name could sell. If she couldn't compel someone to masturbate or make a grab for their spouse while playing one of her videos, then she hadn't properly done her job. Turning people on was quite a chore. Crystal had to consult her imagination for new and exciting ways to bring sexual instinct to the surface. Placing her finger on the correct hot spot proved more than a formidable task. She had to empty her mind of all else and concentrate on total eroticism; projecting that for the camera lens was an involved and intense process. 

The one person who survived her purge of distraction was Pete, her boyfriend. He inspired her arousal and kept it on constant flame. All she needed to do was occupy herself with pictures of him— naked, sweating, horny—and her titillation was complete. 

The dildo became an extension of Pete's cock. She opened her legs to snare it, reaching for that manly mass with her drenched cunt. Her sob echoed through the set as that solid object plunged into her moist pussy. She pumped herself with it, twisting her body exotically, receiving pleasure. In her mind, Pete was fucking her brains out. His hard cock jerked through her hot squish, crammed to the balls. She sustained this illusion, bucking and wailing for five uninterrupted minutes, her sweltering ordeal recorded for the thrill-seeking public. 

Crystal leveraged her excitement by putting a finger to her clit for a rousing jiggle. The dildo never left her hand, piloting through her succulent recesses. Fast and furiously, her digit traveled. Wet sounds washed from her pussy. Her cunt lips puckered for the lunging sex toy, catching and bunching over its artificial plane. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, fucking herself with the fake cock. Her pussy sucked and slithered over it, making one hungry grasp after another. Her snapping finger put her stimulation into perspective. A hot, sweeping jitteriness mounted from within. 

Crystal almost yelled out for Pete, but managed to keep her motivate secret. Nobody—not even her boyfriend—knew what sequence of thoughts propelled her. Some might have believed her narcissistic, being watched was a powerful stimulant; that, she had been told, fueled the performances of others in her field. 

Pete would make her happy after she wrapped the scene. Her dressing room would be used to answer the smoldering needs the dildo awakened. Crystal's craving for flesh and blood precluded her from attaining artificial fulfillment. Her satisfaction wasn't validated by synthetic devices. After Pete's pants dropped, she'd have the real food source for her cunt. His stiff cock would excite her pussy in a way no dildo could. 

Oh, God, she was doing this for him, she remembered, close to orgasm. She bared her exhilarated flesh and permitted herself to be filmed because of Pete. His thirst for fame and power in the industry drove him; she was an agent of that aspiration. Ultimately, she didn't care about the money or her positioning. Pete's elation was solely what mattered. She devoted herself to him and his vision in total. Her love for the man overruled the drooling mouths and piercing eyes that surrounded her. Pete taught her how to mentally erase them in order to instill the perpetual sizzle in her work. 

Pete did everything for her. He was her professional consultant, manager, public relations person, confidante and lover. Crystal functioned exclusively on his instruction, and obeyed him without question. Her seduction of Montana Wildwood was perpetrated by Pete; he directed Crystal to appeal to the woman's hidden inclinations to facilitate her employment. He told her exactly how to go about it so that Montana was hers to command. 

Crystal had followed his every suggestion to the letter, and discovered that sex between two women was deliciously special. She deliberately avoided apprising him of how deeply she enjoyed her private session with Montana. The head of Wildwood Productions had legendary sexual powers. Her pure, serpentine tongue left an unforgettable impression. Crystal came a half dozen times before Montana lifted her mouth from her ravaged cunt. The joy had been so plentiful she almost didn't have the energy to reciprocate—yet did. Crystal fucked Montana with her tongue until every syllable she spoke was slurred, splintered and finally silenced. Montana's drippings were sugar-coated, her snatch lips traced with honey. Crystal took generous servings of her pussy, rubbing her mouth all over that glossy, pink flesh. Voraciously she ate Montana, flicking over her swollen clit while her screams escalated. When she spasmed in her face at length, Montana was lethargic but grateful. She gave Crystal a final sample of her oral expertise—and another energy-sapping orgasm—before awarding her a two-year contract. 

Crystal squeezed the dildo into her cunt and shivered. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Wet rubber penetrated her snatch. Her chin went up and her lips spread thickly as electricity shot through her nervous system. The burrowing instrument was snared by clinging mush. In and out she dragged the fake cock, elevating her pleasure. The urge was unstoppable. Deliriously, she fucked herself. Ohhhhhhhh. It felt so good, reminding her of how Pete's cock felt when encased in her soaked warmth. Of course, the throbbing was a missing element, but she would have that soon. 

Her finger rotated her clit to burning satisfaction. It pulsed savagely at her expert manipulation. Her hips snapped wildly as a direct result of that orchestration. Juice poured from her crevice, streaming over her velvety thighs. 

Ohhhhhhhhhhh! She was wide-open, ready for some real cock. Pete's cunt-filling member ruled her immediate thoughts. Considering its hard, splitting quality, her excitement jumped another notch. 

Her ass slapped the sheets, her heart pounding, her breath broken by a loud gulp. The fever was uncontrollable. A hot flush colored her ecstatic features, sweat coursing from each pore. In the heat of the moment, only the dildo and Pete existed; the room whirled around her during that fantasy. The camera crew and the blistering lights faded from sight. 

Crystal's eyes rolled up into their sockets at the peak of her agitation before she went numb. The dildo abruptly dropped from her hand and her finger bolted from her clit. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

The director motioned for them to "cut." The area buzzed with activity, repositioning equipment, testing lighting, reviewing script changes. Most were oblivious to the girl whose perceptions slowly returned to normal. 

Pete sat the edge of the bed, studying Crystal's reclamation. Beyond doubt, she was gorgeous—a true babe. He dabbed her forehead with a towel. Her eyelids blinked several times before they steadied. 

"You were terrific," he remarked when he knew she could hear him. "You gave me a hard-on." 

She glimpsed him for the proof. Mmmmmmm. Pete's crotch was deliciously swollen. His cock bulged widely under her lengthening stare. "Is that for me?" 

His grin remained fixed. "Sure is." 

"Let's go take care of it," she murmured, eager for his hungry slide into her pussy. 

Pete glanced at the door as though expecting to see Amber emerge on the scene. The voluptuous actress cast her spell on him. Although he was enthusiastic about doing Crystal, Amber floated through his mind. He couldn't help but dwell over that beautiful face venting him a uncivil look, tacitly demanding he pound her into submission. Amber made no secret about her enjoyment of sex, and imparted that message through every gig. 

Naturally, Amber wasn't nearly prepared to tape. Her late arrivals on the set were not only expected, but tolerated. Amber could afford to be nonchalant; she was principally the breadwinner for Wildwood, and crowed about it endlessly. 

Pete wondered if he could manage her. A girl that raked in the dough required expert representation. Whoever was currently navigating her career couldn't do her nearly the justice that he could. Pete figured he could renegotiate the terms of her contract that would make her the highest paid entertainer in porn. 

Of course, Amber wasn't stupid. He believed her economically shrewd. To entrust someone with her career and permit him to take control of her financial affairs would take more than genius. That person had to back his claim with the required attitude and bedroom athletics. Sex was an effective bargaining tool. Amber wouldn't respect anyone without balls; in that department, Pete had it made. 

He never heard a single complaint from Crystal. She took all she could get. 

Amber could be persuaded—and he was just the guy to do it. 

CHAPTER TWO 

The telephone rang several times in Amber's room before the recorder switched on. "Sorry, I can't pick up the phone right now. I'm probably fucking somebody. At the sound of the tone, you know what to do." 

Although Amber Lake's standard message sounded a bit far-fetched, she was brutally accurate. Her legs reached high and around her stud of the moment, Buddy Bang—affectionately known as "B.B." by those familiar with the industry. Buddy happened to be one of Amber's favorite fuck partners. She'd made several movies with him and never failed to get stirred up over his lean, smooth body and boyish features attached to eleven inches of unrelenting pleasure. B.B.'s light brown hair was nearly as long as hers, except he chose to put his in a pony tail, as was the convention of most young male porn stars. 

Amber was everything you would expect from an actress of adult films: wickedly impertinent, busty, eye-catching and loud. Brunette curls framed a stunning face with dark, flashing eyes. Her full, sensual lips were wildly expressive, mouthing lewd phrases while broaching an entirely tame subject. Amber was a highly skilled individual who not only brought men to their knees, but made them glad they were there. She didn't intimidate nearly as much as she caused people to think nasty. Her in-your-face, let-it-hang-out style was adopted by most performers in the business. She was shamelessly sexy. 

On her back, she gazed up at her fancied co-star and let him fill her pussy with his enormous cock. Some women might have flinched when B.B. crammed that monster into them, but Amber did nothing of the sort. She welcomed its tight, cunt-squashing fit. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She loved fucking B.B., whether it was on the set or in the privacy of her own home. They didn't always work on the same projects together, but when she could designate him as her leading man, she did so without hesitation. 

At twenty-five, B.B. looked years younger. B.B. resembled a beach bum who flunked out of school, pilfered favors from anyone he could, and was corrupted by the likes of porn stars such as Amber Lake. His image amused Amber, as she had known B.B. to be one of the most intelligent and disciplined actors of her acquaintance. Not only had B.B. graduated from college, but when he wasn't working, he avidly read John Keats, Thomas Hardy and James Joyce, among others. He savored literary perfection and claimed those writers fueled his imagination by giving him focus. 

At the moment, scholarly enrichment wasn't on B.B.'s mind as he slammed into Amber. He made her sweat profusely as he pumped her steadily with his big cock. B.B. had an energetic rhythm that automatically accelerated Amber's pulse. Keen to the voluptuous brunette's preference for a nice, stiff fuck, B.B. delivered. His sharp, penetrating thrusts caused her water bed to violently rock in conjunction with Amber's spirited cries. 

"Oh, yeah, baby," she murmured, listening to her squishy sounds when his dick slipped in and out of her wet pussy. "Fuck me. Harder. Yes." His balls loudly slapped her ass, their thud a stimulant. 

B.B. knelt between Amber's spread legs, letting them lock about him. She writhed splendidly on her back, flicking her tongue and sending him scorched looks. She sucked his cock right into her snatch, molding her cuntal walls over his throbbing bulk. Amber gave his enlarged member a loving squeeze before permitting it to roll backward. Her pussy choked off every ticklish spot in his thing. B.B. threw his head back, then plunged with abandon into her drenched depths. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Being smothered by Amber's cunt was an absolute treat. She had a knack for attuning herself to her partner's vibrations, then shifting into fast gear. It took everything B.B. had just to catch up with her once she got going. Those fiery hips of hers were untamable; not even his furious slams into her pussy brought correction. 

He managed to glance at where they were connected. Her juicy cunt lips puckered his thick stem. He saw his pulsing mass push until their pubes met, then experienced her awesome compression. His mouth dropped open. Sweat poured from his brow and trickled onto her bounding tits. Christ, she was hot. Amber was so fucking gorgeous, he couldn't take his eyes off her. He enjoyed being buried between those shapely legs, in her satin heat—whether or not he was paid for the effort. He stuck his whole cock into her again and again, regaled by her lyrical cries, to reap that benefit. 

He jammed his cock into her, swift and unsparing. Amber's soft moan aroused him. Her pussy was a moving target he loved to shaft. Oh, yeah, he thought. It was so great to occupy. 

Amber didn't like staying in the same position for more than a few minutes; furthermore, having B.B. pound her shoulder blades into the mattress precluded her from gaining control. She didn't mind being briefly dominated, but Amber was far too vivacious to accept an extensively passive role. Gripping B.B., Amber urged him to rotate their arrangement so that he was on the bottom. Her brunette curls bounced upon her arrival on his lap, which she regarded as a hot seat of excitement. His cock wasn't displaced an inch during the transition, completely submerged in her soaked cunt. B.B.'s pony tail lashed her face when flipping over; Amber, however, was too deeply aroused to let its sting register. 

After submitting to B.B.'s powerful thrusts, Amber relished the opportunity to reciprocate. She engaged his swollen member with a snap of her hips, nearly causing him to bend in her pussy. She jerked back and forth, breathlessly riding him. Her big tits bobbed in his face, the distended nipples silently demanding his lick. 

B.B. didn't have to be asked twice. He grabbed one with his lips, then vented a suck guaranteed to inflict dizziness. In addition, he throttled its stubby end with his tongue until she gasped for air. 

"Jesus," she murmured when bubbles formed around his mouth, then saliva seeped onto her scorched flesh. Reacting from that prickling rush, she pushed down with her cunt until his dick filled her to capacity. 

B.B. wasn't about to let her solely be the aggressor. He speared through juicy flesh, driving into her narrow channel. Amber wailed as he opened her cunt with each stroke. His hard dick sliding up and down her tightly wrapped pussy afforded her a potent charge. He cupped her buttocks, his long fingers branching over her quivering flesh, and pumped her nonstop before she had a chance to respond. 

When Amber finally reclaimed her composure, she gave B.B. a fucking he wouldn't soon forget. Pinning his broad shoulders with her hands, she galloped wildly, slapping his groin without care, riding him until his mind was purged of every detail but that acutely clenching cunt. Her tits thrashed about as she humped him, similar to two fleshy boulders on a collision course. Her slick pussy lips kissed the base of his cock, their pecks soft and sloppy. 

"Fuck me, baby," B.B. moaned, giving himself over to the assault Amber furnished. He didn't even attempt to return her fury. Amber was the licensed operator—she'd steer their course. 

Amber scooped her battering tits together after their frantic activity and aligned her nipples for B.B.'s visual enjoyment. Those fleshy stubs forming one, delectable prong, were inserted into his mouth. 

"Suck them," she fervently ordered, stuffing his face. "Suck them hard." Her command carried a curt edge, brooking no defiance. She watched, then felt, B.B. execute her instruction. His pull on her delicate, inflamed nubs earned a tormented cry. "Oh, yeah. Keep doing that." Showing her delight, she repeatedly slammed herself over his solid dick until the air was plucked from his lungs. 

"Mmmmmmmmm," B.B. muttered, vibrating over each nub he condensed. Amber bombarded his nervous system with a continual procession of pelvis slaps intended to make him explode. If it weren't for his extensive training to retard that impulse, he would have sent a jet stream of hot cum to the furthest reaches of her pussy. Her cunt walls closed on him, pinching the taut skin of his cock in their surging clasp. 

While B.B. delayed orgasm, Amber readily embraced it. Women were permitted to spasm as many times as they wished during taping, while the men preserved their splattering moment for the grand finale. B.B. had conditioned himself to resist prematurely spurting, even while Amber ground herself on him with crazed severity. A man of lesser qualification wouldn't have lasted more than five minutes in bed with Amber; the sheer authority between her legs would have neutralized their staying power. 

B.B. groaned as Amber squeezed him into her pussy. His erect cock strained within its soft, pulsing walls. She did an excellent job at robbing him of air. Her fine, husky style was intact during a private, and well-recorded, session. That velvety cunt smothered him in a warm, juicy hug. Ahhhhh! He spread his muscular thighs wide, wishing to savor its unobstructed glide up and down his throbbing shaft, from his bloated crown to his compact balls. 

Amber's glutted expression reigned supreme. She smashed herself down on B.B., promoting his hoarse intake. Oh, yes, she loved sitting on cock. It gave her a sense of domination, controlling one's pleasure, steering one's course. Nothing paralleled manipulation. Fewer things in life gave her a higher degree of satisfaction. 

She gazed down at that boyish face, searching for a clue that disclosed his true years. B.B. concealed his age via that untainted look he honed to perfection. When you connected a young kisser to a giant cock, it made for a startling combination. What delighted the patrons of porn video even more was B.B.'s expert operation of machinery. When viewers saw that power tool in action, pounding the likes of her and other gorgeous women into submission, they clamored for more. 

Amber loved fucking B.B.'s big dick. It reached far into her tender cunt, expanding her lips to maximum flexibility. Her hefty clit rolled right over his manly bulk, sending a barrage of potent sparks through her entire body. His balls were a slapping affirmation of that joy. 

She listened to the slick noises her pussy made during her ride at full speed. B.B.'s cock got sucked into her soaked pussy with ferocious momentum, then was given a howling clamp to validate her hunger. B.B.'s guttural moan reverberated, along with those wet sounds. All of it heightened her gratification. 

"Oh, yeah, baby," Amber uttered, deliriously. "Fuck me. Deeper. Harder. Oh, yeah." 

B.B. wordlessly answered her call, providing a tall, solid cock to stand in her thumping snatch. She greased his shaft with her copious love sap. Her hot, squeezing lips applied their lustful stamp. 

"Take it," B.B. grunted. "Oh, yeah. Get it. Get the whole thing." Through a film of sweat, he studied those bashing tits, receiving a shower of moisture when they smacked together. Rivulets streamed from those large, heaving boobs. Her nipples glistened with perspiration. 

She worked that hard, pulsating mass, pumping her ass cheeks until he was fully sheathed. B.B. provided her satisfying friction. She rubbed his dick with her pussy, affording herself a tingly massage. She snapped up every last bit with her cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Amber enjoyed the way that big, solid monster moved through her pussy, lending her the stiffness essential for a fast orgasm. 

His handsome face was marred with lines of agony as her pussy gobbled him up. The sheer tightness was more than he could reasonably digest. Her drenched plumbing was another contributor—sucking him to her wet confines. She emphatically tugged the taut skin of his cock, jarring his senses. Oh, yeah—it felt so good to fuck him. 

She pummelled B.B. with hot squish for several minutes before electing to alter their position. A shapely leg was swung over his smooth thigh without detaching her cunt. Turning, she traded his sweltering expression for her own fever-bright expression on the opposite wall's mirror. 

B.B.'s knees slid up while he anchored himself in bed. Amber gazed at his thick cock curving up into her pussy. That stretched, stout dick left no room for want. The fat stem palpitated. She caressed it and his balls, purring with delight. Ohhhhhhhhhh. It pleased her to see him planted whole. 

B.B., shifting into a more active mode, began hammering cock into her. His first reflex was to let Amber feel mobility in her sluiced cunthole. She moaned from its explosive punch. He stabbed into her snatch with cunt-splitting strokes, opening her up to gain the furthest access to her slick channel. 

Amber arched her back, whipping her dark mane back at B.B. His hands swooped over her swollen nipples, raking them with his fingers. Her stiff peaks popped through, radiating a current that surged through her entire system. 

Amber's pupils slid upward and her lips broadened with glistening awe as B.B.'s huge member sliced through her tight pussy. She willed herself into a bottleneck, veering against his cock's skin with slippery joy. Oxygen was rapidly processed during that lush, sliding activity. 

Ohhhhhhhh! His upstanding member came right up to receive those juicy lips. She instantly sank down on him, squeezing his cock with wrapped muscle. He throbbed wildly in her clutches. 

"That feels great, baby," B.B. muttered after Amber massaged him to his utter satisfaction. A moment later, his head rolled to one side and his mouth dropped open after being agitated by its relentless stroking. A drawn out gasp came from deep in his throat. He jerked, unable to shake the enjoyment that gripped him. 

She scooped up his balls and fondled them. Her touch was exquisite—the ideal mix of feline curiosity and lush contentment. Her exploration expanded to include a sweep of his firm thighs. Amber adored the male architecture—particularly when swelled to maximum size. She could easily spend hours playing with an erect cock, from its plump bulb to its condensed sack, and not get bored. She gingerly handled those balls, alert to their content. How B.B. managed to replenish their supply after a productive day in front of the camera boggled her mind. A man like B.B. had to constantly stretch his erotic imagination to keep functioning. Rarely had she seen him too fatigued to perform; with B.B., all one had to do was push a button and he fucked. 

She caressed his delicate section of his well-oiled machine before pulling every inch into her hungry cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Her hot pussy filled with studly cock. Every nook and cranny was occupied with his pulsating bulk. 

"Fuck me, baby," she crooned. "Fuck me." 

B.B. availed himself of her silky planes. Her flesh was a treat to the senses: whispery soft with the scent of strawberries. Amber bathed in a variety of soaps that made each coupling luscious. He never knew what exotic perfumed smell she would carry next. 

She rocked with abandon on his lap, enjoying his noisy slide into her nectar-rich pussy. His balls continued to smack her inner thighs while her juicy lips puckered his cock. He stuck himself as far as he could into her vibrating channel, reaping its tingly benefit. 

"Oh, yeah. Like that," she moaned. B.B. slammed into her with all he had. After Amber cried out, he grunted, "Want more?" 

"Yeah. Fuck me." 

B.B. obliged her plea with tormenting repetition. He speared through hot, dripping tissue, giving it one wild smack after another. 

They were both getting close to total depletion. B.B. wanted their pleasure to culminate doggie-style. Fucking on his back was acceptable, but didn't lend the proper leverage he had while on his knees. He liked finishing off his women in that position. 

Gripping Amber's mound, he flipped her over without displacing his cock. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. He was in there good. She landed on her knees with a sigh. His view of that mouth-watering ass made him swallow roughly. He cupped those tasty buns, then gave them a hungry pinch. He withdrew just enough to see his dick protrude from that succulent pink crevice. Amber must have known he savored that glimpse, for she gifted him with a glorious squeeze. His shaft twitched eagerly in her crushing hug. B.B. moaned, then encompassed her sumptuous ass with tremendous hands and proceeded to pump her hard. 

Amber whimpered as B.B. fucked her. His groin bounced off her curvaceous flesh, effecting a staccato rhythm. His pony tail thumped his backside as he riddled her pliant flesh with gratifying thrusts. 

"Oh, yeah," B.B. croaked, in control of her bucking ass. His base ground securely to her pink, furrowed rim, deriving the utmost satisfaction. His fingertips dug into her flesh to both savor her velvety textures and position her for maximum penetration. Ahhhhhhhh. She was so wonderfully malleable he couldn't squeeze her enough. He thoroughly reamed her pussy with his bone-solid cock. 

Amber's dark hair flew over her shoulder. She vented him a steamy look that begged him to continue. Her eyes did a zing, her lips a gaping pout. She silently implored him to saw through those juicy flaps and bring his cock home. At the heat of the moment, she abruptly hurled herself back for impalement. Her facial cast and echoing sigh was of supreme bliss once the connection was complete. 

B.B. ran his dick in and out of her luscious floodgate, dragging that heart-shaped rump to his hungry body. As each inch of his excited shaft was consumed by her ravenous hole, his Adam's apple convulsively twitched. Those juicy cunt lips closed around his cock. He twisted himself in their sappy embrace, gasping with joy. He stabbed into her again and again so those gratifying sensations would repeat. His chin tilted high and his eyes closed at the height of his indulgence. Her warm, wet pussy stimulated him. His senses raged at her soft, clasping fit. 

B.B. grabbed her butt and pulled it to him so that their bodies were in alignment. He wanted to be fully encased in her hot, prickling squish. The loud, slick noises that emerged from her cunt illustrated her degree of excitement as well. 

Amber smiled. B.B. gave her a lasting thrill. No matter how long they fucked, the ecstasy was resurgent. His noisy smacks at her butt reiterated his compensation. She loved having him buried to the hilt, submerging his rock-hard thing in her snatch, then its blazing progression to every starved corner. 

B.B. watched his dick sink into her wet, split pussy. It looked so good, scrutinizing those soaked flaps rolling up and over his cock. The sublime comfort they brought was even better. He howled with delight as he pumped that receptive hole, responding enthusiastically to its clamp. Amber wiggled beneath his grope, as though taunting him. He slammed into her squirming cunt, subjecting her to the non-negotiable hardness of his horny cock. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Amber moaned, feeling the brunt of his excitement. 

He didn't allow her to recover for a moment. His savage thrusts shook her very foundation. Amber wasn't permitted to come up for air. He pounded her into submission, one wild stroke after another. His intent was to fuck her brains out and at the rate his stiff cock traveled through her trembling cunt, he succeeded. 

"Harder!" she imperatively cried. "Harder!" 

B.B. showed no mercy. His quick, deep jabs elevated her to the desired level. Amber's brain whirred at the influx of stimulation. She couldn't begin to digest the torrent that swept her body. 

She clawed the sheets, trying to achieve balance, but failed. B.B.'s striking groin nearly caused her to fall flat on her face. Her nipples skidded over the cool sheets, sending a trail of sparks to her molten core. 

B.B. didn't stop for a second. He continued to rivet her cunt. His objective was plain: make Amber cum. 

"Jesus," she sobbed, unable to feign orgasm if only to have him reduce his shattering lunge. When B.B. fucked her, there was no faking it. Her pleasure was genuine. He addressed that remote throbbing sensation with his cunt-probing thrust. "Oh, baby, yes. Don't stop. More." 

His heavy balls thumped against her ass, immune to the dull ache of his rhythm. He listened to her cunt disengage, then moistly reattach itself to his dick when he withdrew, then powered his way back in. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. The urge to cum was so great, he clenched his teeth. 

Soon, baby, he thought deliriously—soon! 

Amber's temperature rose to fever level as he fucked her pussy. She was beyond giddy from its constant shift in direction. That big, manly cock drove into her as though it belonged in the very center of her throbbing snatch; its vibrant pulsations kept her fiercely excited. 

In the midst of this frantic activity, B.B. tossed his trump card on the table: he placed his huge thumb over her clit and effected a nerve-seizing rub. Amber's entire air supply compressed from her lungs. She slammed against B.B.'s impressive pecs and shivered. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, sweat pouring from her face. 

B.B. didn't let her throaty response dissuade him. His cock jerked through her soaked tissue, forcing her breathless acknowledgment. His stroking digit was merely an additional excitant. 

Amber loved the way he jiggled her. B.B. sure hit the spot. Ohhhhhhhh! She emptied her mind of all but that electrifying tip and the magic it rendered. His big thing moving through her sopping passage accounted for the balance of her fulfillment. 

"You like that, baby?" he whispered raggedly in her ear. "You know it's going to make you cum." 

His words fell on deaf ears. Amber was already driven beyond the point of no return. She sensed orgasm building inside her for some time—now she was at the peak of arousal. B.B. fingered her nonstop until she began spasming. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out, buckling on her knees. Stars flashed before her eyes. The slippage B.B. pounded into her burned intensely upon impact. "I'm cumming! Oh, honey, I'm cumming! Yeah!" 

B.B. was glad to hear it. He had delayed his eruption far too long. While Amber contracted around his throbbing member, he sank into her cunt one final time before losing it. The collision was more than either of them could handle. Even in her tightly wrapped pussy, his cock jerked violently while emitting its hot goo. 

Christ! It was such a treat, cumming inside Amber's snatch. B.B. was accustomed to yanking out and spurting her writhing backside; to shoot his cum into her cunt elevated his satisfaction. 

"Oh, yeah, baby," he grunted, oblivious to all else but that uninterrupted flow. "Oh, yeah." 

Amber's lips curved as she felt the sticky accumulation. B.B. squirted heavily, pumping her full. The second he pulled out, cum would seep from her saturated hole. 

She bunched her tits together, shivering, tweaking every ounce of leftover excitement. Her nipples received each pinch, each flick with a burst of joy. 

At length, B.B. detached himself from Amber's inundated cunt. As expected, jism streamed from the aggravated crevice in dense profusion. Cum ran down her inner thighs. Despite his active taping schedule, B.B. managed to flood her. 

Just as Amber let out an elated quiver, the phone clattered in the background. When her answering machine switched on, she listened. 

"Hi, Amber. This is Pete—Crystal's agent. Can you please call me at your earlier convenience. I have something important to discuss with you that will be advantageous to us both." 

Amber frowned. Wasn't he ever going to give up? She had done her level best to elude him, yet he kept bothering her. Obviously, "no" was unacceptable—in any way she said it. 

Pete's intentions were transparent to Amber. She was keen to his plan of enlisting her as a client. Judging from the manner in which he handled Crystal, Amber wanted no part of his management style. Domination was very much his game. 

B.B.'s sweltering expression informed her that he hadn't caught her latest message. B.B. was similarly cautious of placing his business affairs in the control of someone like Pete. The probability of being stolen blind ran high. 

After B.B. left, Amber intended to release each and all of Pete's requests. She had no desire to associate herself with someone of his malign character. 

One didn't survive in this kind of business by being pathetically stupid. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Montana Wildwood took a break from reviewing some of the footage shot earlier in the day by treating herself to some Chablis. Initially she meant to pour half a glass, but given the events that developed that afternoon, one just shy of the rim was filled. 

Pete, Crystal's boyfriend/manager, had insisted upon a private meeting in which he dictated certain terms Montana had no intention of honoring. He wanted the option of developing projects for Crystal to star. He wanted to launch her on an all-expenses-paid promotional tour that would generate enthusiasm for her future videos. He also wanted script approval—prior to Crystal's first blush. 

Pete wanted a number of things that would never get a single nod. Though strongly feeling Crystal would receive delicious hype for Wildwood productions, Montana would not permit herself to be ordered about by an amateur. Montana maintained professional standards and ran her organization by her own code—exempt of outsider input. Crystal was slated for maximum exposure, though not with the breakneck speed Pete wished. Montana simply did not have the kind of operating capitol Pete imagined; even if she did, she would not tolerate his demands. 

She took a healthy gulp of her drink, then sighed. If only she could rid herself of the emotion attached to each project. Montana, by nature, was a sensitive creature. She might seem tough, even callous by some, but those who truly understood her saw the fragile woman she was. After the poisonous darts were thrown and invectives hurled, Montana was stripped of her armor. She hid behind a harsh, inflexible image to ward off unwanted parties. 

As a matter of practice, she distanced herself from those in her employ. Montana had no desire to create friendships that would consume her emotional energies. It was best to stay a loner and conserve her stamina for the longevity of her business. The problem she faced was that those that populated her company were highly desirable individuals who brought temptation at every turn. She taught herself the art of discipline in moderating her indulgence. 

Alone late at her studio, she was given the opportunity to think clearly—without the interruption of the phone, people barging into her office while attempting to hold a meeting or other unpleasant distractions. Preserving her sanity was key. 

These days, Montana recognized her shortage of patience. Her assistants, alert to the amount of stress she was under, implied a vacation was in order. Montana, a work horse, rejected their suggestion. The aggregate hours she spent at the studio didn't explain her fatigue—what did, she came to realize, was her lack of a social life. Montana did not have a romantic interest in which to place her focus. 

Montana once had a regular lover—Robert, a magazine photographer. She had met him in her early days, prior to making her first video. On a sexual level, they burned up the sheets. Robert was deliciously insatiable. The problem, however, stemmed from her busy schedule at the inception of Wildwood Productions. Montana eventually found herself in increasing demand—much to Robert's chagrin. Her inability to spend quality time with him led to the demise of that relationship. 

Next came Mark, a bronzed stud, who ruled her everyday thoughts for six consecutive months. Mark was such a good fuck, she could hardly wait to wrap things up for the day so she could hop in the sack with him for an all-nighter. He ran a profitable restaurant business that made him a millionaire. Their mutual lust swiftly cooled after he relocated to New York to launch an East Coast location. Both suffered from the transition of sex on a nightly basis to occasional weekends and sought new partners. Mark had no problem in finding a replacement; Montana didn't bother. She decided to invest those energies into a more worthwhile pursuit: enlarging her fortunes. 

Neglecting her personal life had been judged regrettable particularly on nights such as these, when Montana felt utterly alone. She would preferred to be enveloped in a pair of masculine arms, lazing in bed, with a bottle of champagne and a hormone-provoking video playing on the TV. Those lush moments spent with men like Robert and Mark weren't forgotten; she periodically took them off the shelf and gave them a dusting. 

Strangely, the only person of late who touched a nerve was Crystal. Certainly Montana wasn't about to migrate to that kind of relationship after admitting failure with a straight arrangement. Men would always raise her pulse, get her pussy moist; women, however, were like a box of chocolates she kept tucked away for a secret thrill. 

Having Pete in the picture soured Montana's appetite for Crystal. She wasn't liable to indulge herself if she had to deal with him. Montana would prefer to have no one than tackle that kind of scenario. 

A knock sounded at her door, reverting Montana's thoughts to the presence. She frowned. With the exception of the security guard, she hadn't expected to be bothered. "Yes?" she asked, unable to censor the irritation from her voice. 

A tall, lean guy with dark hair, a mustache and the beginnings of a beard entered her office. The white tank top he wore revealed a developed chest loaded with dark curls and biceps pumped up in size. His jeans were worn at the crotch, drawing immediate attention to the heft of his cock. "Miss Wildwood?" 

Montana had never seen him before. Usually she wasn't kind to strangers, but struck by his virile presence, she employed a less grating tone. "Yes, I'm Miss Wildwood. What can I do for you?" 

"I'm Rusty Peters. You scheduled me for an audition this evening." 

Montana searched her memory banks. She couldn't recall having jotted that item on her agenda. "Are you confident it was tonight?" 

He nodded. "This note was prepared by your secretary." 

Montana scanned it for authenticity. Yes, it was Paula's handwriting. She glanced up to digest those incredible hazel eyes. Rusty Peters was indisputably a hunk. The male actors she hired tended to have a direct impact on the senses—Rusty was no exception. His thick dark hair was pulled back into a small pony tail, framing rugged features. He possessed a masculine quality she didn't often encounter. 

"Since you appear to have me at a disadvantage, Rusty," Montana huskily said, "why don't I pour you a drink so we can talk? I prefer a relaxed atmosphere to conduct an interview." 

A grin split his tanned face. He affected a swagger that nearly mesmerized Montana. He lowered himself into a spot at the far end of her sofa and accepted her terms without questions. Montana poured him a glass of champagne, letting the neckline of her blouse dip as she handed it to him. The look they exchanged was best described as "electric." She actually felt a current flow between them. 

"Tell me something of your background, Rusty," Montana began with. "What led you to Wildwood Productions?" 

"Well," he said, appearing to choose his words carefully, "I'm an automotive mechanic and have always had an appetite for pornography. I attended showings of various movies on a regular basis and feel I can improve upon the action currently produced." 

Montana grinned. Rusty couldn't be any older than twenty-one. How could someone of his inexperienced years make such an outrageous statement? "You honestly believe you have something worthwhile to offer my audience?" 

"That's what the girls tell me," he proudly mentioned. 

Montana spotted the southern twang in his voice now that he spoke more freely. Apparently she was talking with a man of absolute aplomb. "Did you just arrive in LA?" 

"I've been here almost two weeks." 

"Have you tried to secure any other kind of employment?" 

He shook his head. "I figure I can make it big in porn. I've got what it takes." He tossed her a wink. "I've curled more toes and hit more high notes in the women I've bunked down with than you can shake a stick at." 

Hmmmmm, his confidence level was right up there, she noted. "Do you have a problem performing in front of people?" 

"Performing?" His brow went up. 

"Maintaining an erection?" 

"Hell, no," he chuckled. "I've been at parties where a whole bunch of us have switched partners. The girls like when they end up with me. Sometimes I've worked on two at once." 

Montana felt his qualifications limited, but it was to Rusty's merit that he approached her in a susceptible mood. She took a prolonged sip of her champagne, letting the bubbles snap against her tongue before slurring, "Let's have a look at you. Remove your clothes." 

A grin radiated from his face. Rusty couldn't have been more pleased to drop his duds. "Yes, ma'am." 

Montana studied him with an expert eye as the top button of his jeans was popped, then his fly unzipped. White briefs arrested an interesting shape. While he wasn't the least hard, Montana could tell Rusty had the equipment he boasted. The flaccid shaft showed promise. After the jeans fell from his hair-rough, muscled thighs and his tank top was yanked off his heavily matted chest, she examined him more closely. Rusty was a handsome beast who, with a little refinement, would add value to some of her video cassette sleeves. 

"Very nice," she complimented, slowly crossing her shapely legs. She indicated his briefs. "Now let's see the rest of you." 

"With pleasure, ma'am," Rusty said, excitement filling his voice. He shoved his thumbs beneath the elastic rim, then pulled it over his narrow hips. His cock wasn't even semi-erect, but caused Montana to lick her lips. He was familiar with her absorbed look—women very likely gazed at him in that raw fashion. 

Montana nurtured a strong jump of lust upon viewing him. Desire throbbed within her pussy. There was something wonderfully depraved about studying a naked man while fully dressed. 

"Do I pass muster?" he asked, grinning. 

"Initially," she mused. "I put all applicants through a series of tests. Looking good is merely the initial phase. Achievement is rated separately." 

Her comment puzzled him. "I don't understand." 

"Step over here," she said softly. "I need to test your responses." 

Rusty obeyed. He stopped in front of where she sat. Montana made no motion to rise. Her eyes were fixed to his mystified expression. After letting several unspoken minutes pass, she trailed her fingertips over his flat stomach. Rusty lurched back and shivered as she skimmed through the abundance of hair that covered his flesh. 

"Don't be afraid to react to what I'm doing," she remarked in a whisper. "I'm measuring every wince, every gasp." 

He nodded, then shut his eyes. She could see he was attempting to mentally discard all diversion so that his responses were pure. 

Montana streamed through the vast forest of his chest until she located his nipple. Rusty didn't appear seasoned at having it manipulated. He flinched. Montana wasn't at all thrown. She fully concentrated on stripping his nervous system to the bare wire. 

"Do you like when a woman touches you?" she inquired. 

"Yes." 

"Do you generally take control of the situation, or is it interchangeable?" 

"I like calling the shots." 

"If you're going to work in my videos, you'll have to revise your thinking." 

He nodded, recording that pearl of wisdom. 

She fluttered through the muscular definition of his upper torso until she found his other nipple. He jerked upon her discovery. Slowly, she rubbed it. After several moments of her heated acquaintance, she observed a twitch of life in his cock. 

"Do you like that?" she asked. 

His Adam's apple rippled. "Yes. It feels nice." 

"Did you know men are highly responsive to that area?" 

With his eyes still shut, he shook his head. 

Montana sighed. "You have so much to learn." 

Rusty's eyes shot open. "Will you teach me?" 

She perceived his distraught look as a threat of rejection. "Possibly. My schedule doesn't always permit me that luxury, however." 

"I'm a fast learner," he vouched. "I'm open to suggestion." 

His flight of tension ended the animation in his dick. He hung limply before her, more shrunken than ever. 

"There's no need to panic," she said, her tone soothing. "I'm not kicking you out." 

He regained his composure with a cleansing breath. Her silent, swirling endorsement restored his confidence. The fact he could manage his emotions was in his favor. 

Montana released his nipple and traveled south. Her curiosity with his cock could not be disregarded. She loved seeing men at the height of virility. Nothing pleased her more than a healthy-looking erection. 

Her clasp of his soft member did not inhibit. Montana was accomplished at handling men of varying temperaments. She exhibited a feathery caress that could only stir, then inflame the senses. 

She nudged the head with her thumb as the rest of her fingers roused him. His cock remained soft. She suspected fear lingered at the seat of his passion. Reserving comment, she proceeded with her stimulating massage. Her silky murmurs served as encouragement. 

Gradually, Rusty lowered his guard. His aspiration to be a porn star had been foremost in his mind. Returning to the garage where he worked long, dutiful hours painted a bleak future. He had no desire to consign himself to manual labor for the rest of his life. The promise of big bucks and pussy drew him to Hollywood; losing sight of that dream depressed him. 

Rusty focused on the bewitching grope of his last girlfriend. Her mere gaze sent fire through his veins. Pawing her malleable body gave him an instant hard-on. Keeping that monster down was more a trick than bringing it to a stand. Rusty operated his machinery to great effect. Sticking his cock into moist, receptive pussy was definitely his game. He loved all that flushed, female eagerness fighting against him, prepared to handle every pounding inch he dealt. 

Montana Wildwood's vivid grope reinstated his focus. Following her lead was a simple exercise. In Rusty's experience, he initiated sex. Women were under his supervision, their session totally orchestrated by him. He had to alter that practice if he planned on accepting the challenge of her tickling fingers. 

Rusty envisioned himself on the television screen, ogled by lust-hungry women who would have sold their souls for a night in his bed. He pictured their fingers delving between their legs, masturbating to his flickering image. 

Montana's lips curved as she felt Rusty grow. He lengthened and fattened in her clasp as she administered a mildly invigorating stroke. His swell to manhood caused her to whistle softly. Whew! Rusty's claim of being enormous wasn't exaggerated. She forecasted Amber Lake's eye-popping expression of fucking something so phenomenal. He sprouted to an amazing twelve inches, with a two-and-a-half inch diameter. The guy must have left his former conquests weak after an intense session, she presumed. Getting pumped by that power tool had to result in at least one crippling orgasm. 

Rusty endured her examination stationary, close-tongued and solemn. Montana's transport might have been perceptible, but he wasn't about to make the same mistake twice by leaping to conclusions. Montana Wildwood probably inspected every porn star she employed to assure herself they were properly equipped. 

He inwardly admitted, however, that her fingers carried powerful amperage. Her gentle, stimulating approach rocked his very foundation and had him nearly jumping out of his skin. Whew! He thought her wildly attractive and he wished he'd seen more of her movies. He would have enjoyed seeing her naked, baring her hot pussy and handling a team of studs. 

She enclosed the base of his cock, then soared to the top. When her thumb touched the jutting rim of his bulb, she applied pressure. The slit opened and a small bead of cum emerged. Without preliminary, she lowered her tongue and lapped it clean. 

Rusty, unprepared for that maneuver, gasped, then shuddered. Montana's slurp was deftly executed and gratifying. A line of bubbles were left after slashing that bloated crown. His heart raced at the prospect of being subjected to intimate analysis of a greater extent. He fully expected Montana to sample the merchandise before buying, but hadn't predicted his furious response. 

Montana glanced up at him, checking his fever-rich appearance. Rusty's lips were parted to facilitate his hoarse breathing. She had taken him by surprise—of that, she was certain. 

Sitting on the chair while he swayed before her supplied her an edge. He was forced to call upon his inner reserves to prevail. 

He throbbed strongly in her grip. She massaged him thoroughly, letting his powers build. Obtaining that tiny specimen didn't begin to satisfy the intrigue he instilled. She wanted to learn even more about Rusty Peters, planning to tweak his sexual potential. 

While his dick jerked through her fist, she scooped up his balls with her spare hand. He trembled in her clutches, as though afraid of the wanton fury she might unleash in him. Montana didn't seem the least troubled by such an occurrence. She proceeded to turn up the heat, one degree at a time. 

Up and down she kneaded his tall-standing shaft, traveling his vast length. His bulbous head rested above her curled fingers, straining from her exertions. He was so rigid, and Montana wanted him completely stiff. She searched for his palpitations, combing every inch of his cock until they were blazingly apparent. 

After a few minutes of her arousing massage, Rusty could no longer keep mute. He moaned in frustration, shutting his eyes and giving himself over to the fire she kindled. His chin rose and his fists clenched. 

Montana did not wish to torment him. Unfastening herself from his ferociously beating cock, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Her large, ripe tits sprang forth in billowy profusion. She lifted those fleshy globes with both hands until the nipples pointed at him. 

Rusty peered down at her, swallowing with difficulty. Those pink stubs were in close proximity. He braced himself for their scalding contact. Montana furnished ample stimulation, causing his dick to persist upright on its own. He watched those swollen nuggets reach for his elongated shaft, then gulped as they seared him. 

"Jesus," he groaned at their charged impact. 

Montana sobbed, too. Rusty's hard-on was piping hot. Feeling solid male flesh with her skin afforded her a magnificent assault. Without thinking beyond her individual pleasure, she separated those velvety mounds and surrounded his pulsating cock. Using her hands, she smothered him with her big tits. 

Rusty's meter flew to the extreme side of the scale. Montana sheltered him with those giant knockers of hers, then effected a hypnotic rub. He watched, then felt, that silky skin move around his throbbing member. He bit his bottom lip and fought off the urge to instantly cum. His dick was tugged so sweetly, he could barely resist the impulse. Solely because Rusty had mastered his desire, he did not instantaneously erupt. Below the surface of his carefully checked stimulus, his lust threatened to boil over. He quivered in her succulent embrace, stretching the limitations of his discipline like never before. 

Rusty had occasionally fucked a pair of tits, but never of the variety that currently wrapped him; Montana's were exceptional—they defied description. He choked back the urge to shoot inside the sizzling tent she formed. Averting his gaze from those enlarged nipples was another disturbing factor. He salivated over their inflamed appearance. 

Montana was delirious as she caught, then dragged, his vibrating cock with her tits. Drops of perspiration materialized on her jutting globes, streaming into her cleavage. His slide into her bosomy fold was simplified through her salty lubrication. 

Mmmmmmmmmmm. It felt good, cushioning him. She seized, then pulled, the skin of his cock with each horny stroke. Her intent was to milk him, then have him splatter her with hot cum. She could scarcely wait until his manly fluid sprayed her. Judging from the weight of his balls, Rusty had stored up much of his excitement for this private audition. 

She kept his cock buried between her tits, providing him blinding friction. His pupils bore a remote, glassy quality as though she had consigned him to another world. His breathing became ragged, his stomach muscles twitching. His manly oils mixed with her sweat to form a unique scent. She rushed him along, hungering for his flaming splash of jism. 

"Come on, baby," she murmured, steering him to that bursting point. His dick was ripe for eruption. "It's okay. Yeah, it's okay. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Do it. Go ahead. Oh, yeah." 

Rusty couldn't regulate his heated whims. Under Montana's spell, he went temporarily insane. The urge to spew dominated his thoughts. Excited to that steep plane, he abided by his own rules. The spunk bubbled and churned in his balls, begging for release. 

Unable to control himself, he yanked himself out of Montana's tent arrangement, grabbed the back of her head and thrust himself into her mouth. His bloated crown no sooner sank between her lips when he exploded. Whether or not he stuck to Montana's original blueprint was irrelevant—he functioned solely on carnal precedence. 

It didn't matter that Montana was a prospective employer, or that she had the power to enable him with a future; at that moment, she was a woman who drove him over the edge and who would serve a purpose in collecting his spent passion. She had tampered with his savage sexuality—she could pay the price. 

"Arrrgghhhhh," he howled, discharging himself in her face. Her mouth proved an efficient receptacle; Montana reflexively gulped his load. "Arrggghhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh! Oh, yeah!" He jerked himself frantically between her lips, rotating her head with his iron-like fingers to snag every globule from his spurting cock. 

Swallowing his torrent was not exactly Montana's aim, but she was impressed by his aggressive manner. Montana didn't always gracefully surrender the reigns, but Rusty was an exception. She admired his fierce, masculine style. Not many challenged her authority, but he had. It was always those last, heart-pounding moments before impending climax that Montana valued; observing how one's behavior changed—getting more aggressive or more passive—prompted her interest. Rusty's latch on the back of her head brooked no defiance; he needed for her to drink his hot, creamy excitement. For raising his lust, she had no choice but to eat what he pumped into her mouth. His gall thrilled her. 

At first, she didn't make it easy for him. Montana tried jerking away, but Rusty wrenched her head and stabbed into her astonished mouth. He fucked her face for several spasming moments before easing his grip. 

Men of Rusty's variety simply didn't happen along with much consistency. The conglomeration of shyness, sheer power and blatant innocence— supplemented by rugged looks and "killer" equipment—amazed her. 

The fact Rusty preferred having his cum swallowed rather than showering her tits made a favorable impression. His pleasure was heightened by the knowledge of her absorbing his jism. 

Montana pumped his shaft with her lips, then sucked its creamy remnants from the traumatized slit. Mmmmmmmmm. Rusty had a rich, satisfying flavor. She rinsed the insides of her cheeks with its dense consistency before downing the last of it. 

Eventually, she detached her lips and marveled at his still-erect cock. He may have entirely emptied himself, but orgasm didn't appear to make a single dent in his size. Swollen to delicious capacity, he was prepared to further serve her. The young man, if nothing else, possessed durability. 

Rusty's test progressed on automatic pilot. Montana yearned to see how effectively he operated after that first, awkward spasm. Her wet pussy ached to kiss that huge cock. 

Rusty was completely in his element. The dewy-eyed look he received from Montana reassured that he was on the right track. The way her body stretched along the sofa, her slinky legs opening, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, framing her sensual eyes and lips beckoning him—all contributed to his newfound cockiness. 

He slipped a hand under her skirt to find damp panties. Montana twisted from frustration as he smoothed over that wet, fragrant area. His large, club-like thumb accounted for a major section, tracing the drenched material with engrossment. 

Montana shivered, enjoying his pleasurable exploration. It had been months since she'd been fucked—it would feel so good to have a stiff cock inside her. 

Montana was smart to have worn underwear with snaps, if only to facilitate speedy penetration. Although she'd had no idea she would have sex before the day ended, that type of lingerie made her feel sexy. An inspired mood boosted her creativity. 

Rusty unhooked the snaps, one per excruciating second, until her sodden ringlets were in evidence. Panting resulted. If he hadn't just shot his load, he was afraid he would have at that very second. Discovering her saturated mound would have abruptly consummated his pounding excitement. He prudently avoided direct, prolonged contact with that area, if only to seal off that hot, jittery feeling. 

Clenching his teeth and expelling stagnant air that had gotten trapped in his lungs, Rusty climbed onto her appealing body, then settled over it. His enlarged cock heatedly rested over her velvety stomach. 

Montana's large, exposed tits became his next focal point. They still protruded from her open top, the nipples blatantly erect. He stared at her rosy and tall nub, then flicked it playfully with his tongue. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Montana sobbed, threading her fingers into his dark hair and drew his head securely down. 

She arched back when his lips seized her pronounced nugget. Resplendent joy radiated from her tit as Rusty hungrily nursed it. His limber tip worked in concert with his puckering mouth. He sucked on her until her chin went high and her breath came up short. 

Montana rotated her nipples, switching to the next for his anxious purchase. Rusty hungrily gathered it, then vented his excellent pull. She anticipated the insertion of that massive, blunt cockhead shadowed by his considerable length. A thrill of unexpected strength fueled her veins. Her cunt instantly tightened with excitement. Ohhhhhh. His dick was going to spear her like none other. 

With her mind centered on that ecstasy-giving appendage, she blindly searched for it. When her fingers curled around that thick, pulsating mass, she quivered. It seemed larger and more throbbing than ever. Her fist ran up and down the shaft with vigorous bubbling impatience. 

"Go easy, baby," he mentioned, loving her eagerness. 

She couldn't help but fondle his towering erection. Montana had given short shrift to her personal needs; now that she had someone of Rusty's potential at her sexual disposal, she was anxious for that barrage of fireworks. She squeezed and nuzzled that big, throbbing cock as though she were a horny virgin about to receive the fucking of her life. 

Rusty thought Montana gorgeous. Her beautiful, curvaceous body nearly stole his breath. He couldn't believe he had someone of her luscious quality undulating beneath him. 

Once again, her fingers mindlessly combed through his hair until the band that held his brief pony tail was dislodged. His long, dark hair became disheveled from her frivolous pursuit. She gazed at his roguish features, then swept through the thick matting that lined his chest. She felt as though she was with a barbarian, given his total disarray. 

Although he had made an effort to leave it be, his hand floated over her furry bush. He parted those ample, juicy lips with his thumb, then sank it home. Montana gasped as his sizable digit became submerged. He fucked her with it for several suspended moments until her pleasure was nearly pushed over the line. 

Montana drew her legs around his hair-rough thighs and shivered. Arranging herself on a sofa in her office that wasn't designed for this sort of activity required skill, but she managed. 

Rusty peered at her unfurling pussy, her slit succulently moist. Rubbing his hand over her mound, he thrilled at the warmth and softness of her cunt lips, then inserted a finger into her drenched hole. 

Within seconds of driving his digit between her legs, Montana felt like cumming. As he finger-fucked her, Montana's head rolled from side to side. Controlling that wildly careening sensation was more a challenge than she thought. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Her eyes closed and lashes fluttered intermittently. 

Rusty slowly stroked his finger in and out of her wanting pussy, affording her an intense thrill. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she wept as his finger pushed into her juicy crevice. Although it felt good, she yearned for him to get on top and fuck her with the real thing. 

Rusty read the message on her contorted face. Taking his pulsing member in hand, he began steering it to her slick orifice. He knew, without having previous knowledge of Montana, that he was about to have the best sex of his life. His cock vibrated hungrily in his grip. He pushed the heavy bulb into her soft, wet flesh. Her cunt lips suctioned his rotund crown, then drew him into her warm, palpitating body. He groaned loudly as her hot slippage engulfed his penetrating shaft. 

"Oh, yeah," Montana moaned, feeling that monster split her. She threw back her head, overwhelmed with joy, then slammed her hips upward to capture all of him she could. She snatched up his driving member by frantically jerking her body. He sank into her thumping enclosure, her pink rim embracing his solid base. She continued to buck and writhe until he was entirely planted between her simmering legs. Although immersed, she could feel his pulsations thrive. His excitement stirred her immeasurably. 

Once again, Rusty became a slave to his own desires. He forgot he was auditioning for a role in one of Montana Wildwood's movies and began treating the woman he impaled as a piece of ass. He reared back, then plunged into her hot, ready body. His cock sliced through moist, female pulp and derived complete satisfaction. He shut his eyes, blocking reality, and lived for the moment. 

Montana wailed in ecstasy. Rusty did everything to make orgasm churn in her recklessly clutching cunthole. She was on fire, enjoying his rapturous submersion. His dick plowed into her snatch, stroking her lubricated passage until she could not neglect the mounting joy. He summoned her unrestrained lust and brought it to the forefront. Whether she cared to show him her untamed side, it sprang forward nonetheless. 

He gave her exactly what she subconsciously craved. Those countless nights of yearning were bid farewell by each hammering thrust. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Rusty opened her portal of carnality with cell-bursting fury. Having his cock buried between her legs was like being subjected to a battering ram. The pleasure, however, was deliciously relative. 

She lowered her hands to his ass to keep his hips steady. She slammed her pussy to the stem of his cock, gave him a shattering embrace, then glided down his rigid length. She repeated this measure several times before Rusty took possession of her hips and pounded her to breathless halt. 

"Fuck me," she sobbed, taking him whole. Her cunt shook as she crammed every bit of his monster into it. Her eyes rolled up at impact. "Fuck me good. Drive it into me! Move that sweet cock!" 

His balls slapped the insides of her thighs as he fulfilled her wish. Sweat coursed from his brow, his expression feral as he intensely pumped her. Montana was too aroused to feel anything but pleasure, even when his big thing hammered her snatch. 

Rusty grunted as his entire body quaked around her hugging cunt. She worked her pussy over his rock-hard dick, stroking him to weakness. Her soaked walls caressed him. His cock twitched inside her, nearly meeting her womb, then sliding back. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He fucked through the blockage she created by willing herself tight, then gave it a second thrust to establish his fuck power. His massive girth pinned back her pussy lips as he gored her with his big dick. She gasped at every cunt-spreading lunge he took. 

Montana's large, cresting tits were unattended during the initial phase of penetration. Rusty was quick to reclaim them. He fondled them to their mutual delight, running his fingers over the erect nipples while disbursing electricity. He kneaded those fleshy globes, letting them sponge some of the turbulence that ricocheted through his body. 

Rusty's feverish massage wildly stimulated Montana. She increased the fury attached to her abandoned thrusts. Those wet, sloppy noises of cunt slipping around cock elevated in pitch. She forced his dick deeper into her grasping channel. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. His mouth dropped open and eyes glistened as he continued to stroke her agitated tits. While affording her a boobs a pleasurable squeeze, he maintained the pounding pressure of his thrusts. 

Montana's legs curved around his muscular thighs and she anchored her heels to his flexing ass cheeks. She bent her body and treated herself to several pleasing moments of his mastery. Having all that youth and muscle trapped between her legs, letting it service her starved pussy, was almost more than she could bear. Montana was glad Rusty was many years her junior—he hadn't yet reached his sexual prime. She would have him under contract for a long time. 

After Rusty succeeded in nailing her ass to the sofa cushion, he lowered his mouth to hers and engaged her with some exciting tongue play. When his cheeks brushed hers, his beard and mustache scratched her soft skin. She was oblivious to the irritation, too consumed to let something that inconsequential bother her. Her tongue entered his mouth and challenged his spirited tip. He darted at her, then eventually surrendered to her mesmerizing influence. Soon, her lips engulfed his tongue and sucked it into her mouth. His resulting moan thrilled her. 

A moment later, their mouths broke free and they availed themselves of air. Montana demonstrated no need for respite. Clinging fiercely to his man's body, she drove her hot pussy around his thrusting cock as she neared orgasm. Perhaps she could have delayed her explosion, but Rusty had so intoxicated her that she wanted to cum. Besides, she had denied herself this delectation for an eternity, it seemed; she deserved its depleting warmth. 

"Yeah, baby," Rusty muttered, recognizing that telltale look on her face. "Go for it. Take my cock and cum." 

With her tits crammed in his hands, their bodies slapping noisily together, Montana's climax built in ferocity. Her pussy itched and burned around his spearing cock until she was left numb. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she shivered beneath him. "Ohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, yes! Oh, baby." 

Montana's orgasm wasn't over in a flash. One fragmenting release followed another—a chain reaction of pleasure. She squealed with joy as she convulsed around his thrusting member, unable to stop herself. Her juices circled his dick in abundant release, filling her pussy with cunt-sticky moisture. 

Rusty delayed his orgasm as long as possible, conscious of Montana's rocketing splendor. At length, it was impossible to keep the floodgate to his boiling jism closed a second longer. He grit his teeth and felt his hot lava pour into her contracting snatch. 

"Arrrgghhhhh!" he howled, burying his spurting cock into her cunt so that it would capture his spew. "Arrgghhhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhhh! Oh, yeah! Oh, baby. Feels so good! Arrrgghhhhhhhh!" 

Montana smiled as he squirt. She felt the warm collection of his fluid in her pussy. She caught his savage expression as he emptied himself between her legs and knew more than ever she wanted to make him a fixture in her life. Sharing him with the various actresses in her employ wouldn't be easy; she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about the enjoyment they received from him. 

She would make him a star. Yes, Rusty Peters would be the next male to relish vast popularity. He and Crystal Stewart would make Wildwood Productions the most fashionable studio in the industry. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Crystal Stewart watched Amber Lake on her television screen with distinct loathing. If Pete hadn't insisted upon inspecting the porn star's recent video release, she would have rejected his request. Pete's unshakable interest in Amber disturbed her. Alert to his preoccupation with representing her, Crystal knew her options were limited to either tolerating it or disassociating herself from him completely. Since the latter wasn't feasible—at least, from the standpoint of her heart—this mandatory viewing was reluctantly granted. 

"Look at her go," Pete indicated, molding his man's body to hers. His large hand rested firmly on her hip while he thumbed her shapely ass cheek. 

They had just finished making love when Pete proposed they take a gander at Amber's new video. Crystal, shivering from the sensations that bubbled through her, merely nodded when she realized that he intend on playing it, regardless of her decision. Their splendid aftermath was interrupted by Amber's soft mewls and snapping hips. 

Crystal wondered if Pete would desert her if Amber ordered it. She expected the celebrated vixen would set those kinds of conditions, given her dark reputation. Currently, Amber was at the top of her game; she could call the shots as long as she earned the studio money. If supply were to outweigh demand, Amber would find herself scrambling for whatever morsels were thrown her. 

Someday, perhaps soon, Crystal would succeed her. She would take Amber's place at the throne, and would never relinquish it—at least, not until her appearance could not sustain its novel, exciting quality. She had seen many porn stars climb to their pinnacle, then suffer a fast descent. Crystal theorized they were no longer the rage because of poor representation. In that, she felt Pete essentially possessed the talent of rejuvenation. He could keep her popularity alive with his genius. She placed total belief in his abilities. 

Enduring Amber's arsenal of tricks onscreen was the least she could do to humor him. She could feign interest—she was an actress, by trade. 

Pete, enthralled, studied Amber's gasping expression. He couldn't remove his eyes from her sensual mouth, nor her glittering eyes. Amber had spurned his every phone message. She evaded him not only at the studio, but adamantly refused to take his calls. He could not establish contact, no matter how desperately he tried. 

The bitch angered him. He wanted to bring her to her knees, and admit her mistake of ignoring him. In exchange for doing so, he would propel her to the top. He would triple his commissions and command respect from the industry. 

Peering into those flashing pupils of hers, he fantasized about the moment she submitted to him. Her surrender would inevitably take place. Her neglect of him stemmed from the unknown. She had nothing to compare him to—nothing that would provide accurate measurement. In addition to being her agent, he would be her choice of lover. He would fuck her senselessly, until there was no line between fantasy and the real world. Once he seized the proper moment of her vulnerability, he would make her his slave. 

In the meantime, Crystal served his needs nicely. He stroked her velvet-soft flesh and marveled at her sumptuous ass. Her curvaceous body excited him. He knew, even at the point of their introduction, that Crystal would be a star. She had the necessary charisma, the sort of beauty that left a lasting impression and haunted people in their most erotic dreams. 

He dipped his hand at her golden mound. Those soft, exquisite curls circled his probing digits. Crystal emitted a sigh as he roamed her pussy. He located her clit without looking. Spending hours in her bed furnished him an unforgettable map of her body. He knew of her every erogenous zone, her infinite hot buttons that, when pressed, unleashed a flood a veritable tigress. 

Crystal moaned. Ecstasy consumed her. Pete's touch seared her nervous system. She was addicted to his beguiling caress, her pores drinking each swirl as though they could never obtain their fill. 

In response to his physical inquisition, she stroked his hairy forearm, streaming through its roughness in search of his skin. Her trail ended at his hand, where she passed over his knuckles, then took possession of that bearlike paw. She showed him where she wished to be stimulated, automatically spreading her thighs. Traces of his spent cum were found on her cunt lips, along with a hardy flow of her aroused juices. She guided his fingertips along her drenched crevice, moistening them as they went. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she sighed, luxuriating in manual stimulation. The same conclusion wasn't derived when she jiggled herself. Pete exhibited a coarse, lumbering style that invariably exhilarated her. If she longed for delicacy, she would have chosen a woman to consummate that want. Since Crystal's orientation was basically straight, sex with Pete was extremely satisfying. 

The strength in his grope redoubled. Pete knew precisely what sequence expedited orgasm and seemed headed in that direction. Crystal squirmed heatedly, massaging him with her buns; in doing so, she felt his cock elongate. That huge, virile specimen growing along the crack of her ass had pulled out of her pussy not less than twenty minutes earlier and was already hungry for more. His urgent thrusts had driven her insane with gratification. 

Crystal wondered if her lush nudity was the reason behind his rapid recovery, or Amber's panting expression. Pete never admitted to his fixation for the porn star, but Crystal strongly suspected it. She wasn't inclined to spoil an otherwise delicious evening with him, so she shelved those disturbing thoughts without further speculation. 

With vigorous determination, she wriggled against Pete. His hard-on throbbed against her butt, his pubes affording her a tickle. She assisted with his graze of her pussy, letting his fingers gravitate to the slick flaps before delving into her flowery pink succulence. A deep, throaty sob emerged from her throat as she jerked against his roaming digits. 

Pete smirked. Crystal's snatch pulsated in his hand. Having fucked that soft, squishy orifice shortly before, he recalled its fulfilling clench. Crystal had willed herself so delightfully tight, he thought he was going to lose it after several cunt-spreading strokes. Pete managed to defer that impelling force until the last possible moment, and well after Crystal had spasmed. 

Her sweet ass was on close watch; the way it swelled, and shook, and felt drew his immediate attention. He gave her butt a passionate squeeze, enjoying her squeal. Crystal was observant of what he liked to hear. She made fascinating sounds that guaranteed his utter arousal. 

He longed for moans of a more guttural variety; to secure that, the sex had to be wild. 

He removed his hand from her pussy and slipped it between her thighs. The warm, sleek flesh was a treat to probe. As he lifted her leg, her head pitched toward his shoulder. He saw her anticipation mount. Pete wasn't sure if Crystal was attuned to his frequency, but probably felt that whatever he proposed, it would give them immense satisfaction. 

With Crystal's lovely legs parted, Pete had access to her juicy center. He dipped his cockhead to her moist entrance, gasping at the puckering kiss her cunt lips dispensed. If he exerted even the slightest pressure, her snatch would have anxiously absorbed him. He relished the idea of being engulfed in that hot squish once again, yet thirsted for a different experience. 

Crystal awaited insertion. Pete's round of stimulation spawned an appetite for that hard, cunt-filling cock. She trembled in his arms, oozing with desire. She wanted that throbbing mass embedded, shifting through layers of tender pulp. 

Pete's strategy unfolded in breathless profusion. He cupped her tit, thumbing the nipple to burgeoning size. That elevated nub was flicked and toyed with until her senses were frayed. After training his thumb on it for several interminable moments, the pressure between her legs became unbearable. Having her cunt lips expand about his thick cock, gobbling it to the very base, was central to her inner greed. 

Pete altered the destination of his pulsating erection in that next pounding moment. Having sufficiently lubricated his bulging crown, he brought it to her asshole. Crystal, startled by his substitution, expelled the air from her lungs as he bored into her spongy rump. 

"Oh, Pete," she moaned, ill-equipped to received his tremendous bulk in that cramped passage. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." 

He pushed himself between those mouthwatering cheeks, gritting his teeth. A warm, glowing perception spread through him as he drove into her butt—a warmth that was contagious and gratifying. Her anal walls closed around his dick, heightening that susceptibility. He sank into her ass, wanting to occupy it to its fullest. 

"Oh, yeah, baby," he muttered. His stiff cock went deep, and he continued to bury himself until his balls strained around her quivering anus. "Oh, baby, you're so fucking tight. I love it. I love being inside your ass." 

Crystal was too lightheaded to answer him. She hadn't expected rear delivery of his big thing, but wasn't unhappy with its placement. Pete had fucked her ass before, and got Crystal off. She wasn't nearly as comfortable in this position due to his size, but conducted her enjoyment as though it were their traditional position. 

She closed her eyes, then streamed her hand over her pussy. Her clit burned against her fingers. She rubbed herself slowly, distracting herself from the distance his cock gained within her butt. Ohhhhhhh. Pete began shifting back and forth, digging into her asshole with each successive thrust. The width of his member precluded complete dismissal. She couldn't ignore its cumbersome activity. His measurement across split her in half, canceling her concentration in total. 

Crystal writhed around his heavy engorgement. Her voluptuous body quaked as he pumped it. After taking that throbbing monster into the pit of her bowels for several uninterrupted moments, she became intoxicated. The churning pressure building inside her asshole was converted into pulsating joy. 

Her gratification intensified as Pete stroked her gripping butt cheeks. His towering shaft went further into her cushiony recesses with each willful thrust. After several sweat-drenched moments, every bit of his rigid cock surged through her ass. 

Crystal sobbed as he fucked her butt. She wasn't at the verge of climax, but received pleasure from head to toes, from nipple to anus, as he plowed her puckering rump. His cock slid through her buttocks with relative ease, yet utilized urgent force to get to her very bottom. 

Pete's eyes rolled up in their sockets as he jolted her luscious body with his heat-seeking groin. Their flesh slapped together in a flight of abandon. He essentially covered those eye-popping curves with his man's body, oblivious to everything but the satisfaction he received by sticking himself whole into her ass. 

His balls were shaken by his carnal disturbance. The cum he injected into Crystal's wet pussy wasn't his sole supply; he felt more generating in his loins, preparing to gush into her rippling clutches. He was powerfully stimulated by the hot, grabbing fit of her asshole and the soft whimpers that spilled from Crystal's lips. He fucked her harder, overtaken by that lusty sensation. Ahhhhhh. She excited him so strongly, he knew he would end up flooding her bowels. Her ass would be inundated with his load. 

"Feel good, baby?" he whispered into her ear. 

"Yeah," she answered without hesitation. Her husky voice was fractured by irregular breathing as he stuck his cock as deeply as he could into her squirming buttocks. "Oh, yeah, Pete, fuck me. Fuck my sweet ass." 

He kneaded her flesh, from her swollen tits to her splayed thighs, availing himself to her luscious feel. She was so incredibly soft, so pleasingly receptive to the demands of his body that he couldn't resist from growling with lust. He drove himself whole into that widening hole. 

His repeated strokes furnished her a giddy kind of joy. Blindly, she sought out her other hot points. Her fingertips skimmed the pulsing pink flesh between her legs. She inserted a digit into her cunt and jiggled madly. A rush of tingles inspired her. She rubbed her clit with a free finger, letting ecstasy flow through every vessel. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Her love button burned beneath her frantic touch. 

Pete gasped loudly as he rammed her heated rear. He seized her buttocks and pumped it nonstop, welcoming the building transport. No section of her asshole escaped his thrusting cock. The enlarged head kissed the gate of her bowels after plunging to the bottom of her ass. Prying apart the warm barriers of her rectum physically elated him. He dug into her butt, stroking it soundly with his dick. His wildly pistoning hips and thrusting cock showed her who was master. 

Crystal's fingertips skidded over her horny clit. Her quotient of bliss far outdistanced that of the agony she endured. Except for the bunching of his shaft prior to its forceful push into her anus, Crystal consigned the ache of Pete's cock to her remotest regions. She was far too consumed with the splendor of her jiggling. Pete forwarded her contentment by massaging her nipples during his sightless fury. He endeavored to leverage his puncturing thrusts by clutching her tits, yet discovered that during their frenzied exchange, he received scorching imprints of her stiff peaks when cupped. 

Crystal had so aroused herself with her intent digit that orgasm was imperative. She advanced to the line of shattering reality, prepared for those sapping contractions. Her breath quickened and her stomach churned as her release approach. Her clit sizzled under her rapid-fire execution. 

"Oh, yes," Crystal wailed, consumed by the heat. "Oh, yes. It feels so good. Go, baby. Go." 

Pete muttered something unintelligible. She attributed the sound dropout to the roar of blood in her ears. The euphoria she experienced was impossible to digest. She spasmed loudly, clenching Pete's impaling cock with her rectum and squeezing it deliriously. She ignored his anguished groan as she crushed him. Orgasm caused the loss of control. Crystal could do little more than submit to its intensity. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she wept, thrashing beneath him. "Ohhhhhhh! Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" 

Pete held fast to her buckling ass, pounding his cock home. Her quaking orgasm didn't have the capacity to dislodge him. He fucked through her compressed hole, filling her ass with his hard dick. His balls slapped her butt several more times before the urge to expel hot cum took purchase. 

"Gonna cum in your ass, baby," he gasped, working his shaft through her traumatized chute. "Oh, yeah. Here it comes, baby. Here it comes—" 

Crystal listened to his howl as he creamed in her buttocks. His dick jerked ferociously as it squirt. She collapsed against the sheets, surrendering to its immense outpour. Since she could not stop it from streaming into her bowels, she lay there enjoying. 

"Uugghhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted, shafting her ass and siphoning her thoroughly with his sex juice. "Ugggghhhhhhhhh! Ugggghhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yeah. Ugghhhhhhhhh." 

Crystal waited until his ragged exhalations subsided and he shrank in her butt. She savored their afterglow. Being sheltered by Pete's brawny arms made a powerful statement, in her estimation. Whether or not he frequently said it, she knew his love for her thrived. 

Bearing that in mind, she drifted off into pleasant slumber. 

* * * 

Morning leveled its ugly face much too soon. Crystal flinched at the brilliance of the sun's rays as they filtered through her mini blinds. She cursed her failure to draw them the previous night. The moon's glow had lent romance to her evening with Pete, precluding that motion. She loved having that wonderfully eerie light seep through the plastic slats. 

Crystal rose from her bed, retaining the bubble of the night's sex. No matter how late the hour their feverish couplings took them, Crystal awoke renewed. Her body hummed with delight. 

She gazed adoringly at Pete. He was a magnificent study of satyrism. Stretched on his back, his muscled thighs thrown apart and arms draped protectively, he resembled an animal poised for attack. His peaceful features gave the impression of him blinking in an instant and assuming a ferocious look. 

Crystal wasn't going to disturb his rest. Pete worked diligently to keep her career on track. He was entitled to his share of shut eye. She left the bedroom quietly. Now that she was up, she was anxious to get on with her day. 

The first order was to shower. Crystal abhorred being dirty. She took several showers a day, just to feel fresh. 

A while later, after Crystal entered her kitchen and saw the telephone, she bit her bottom lip. She had avoided talking with her sister, Sharon, for several weeks. Their lack of conversation was largely attributable to their delicate relationship. To date, Crystal hadn't mentioned a word about her new video career. Sharon had no knowledge of her role at Wildwood Productions. Crystal had fabricated a story about picking up modeling work while in Los Angeles. Sharon, having no cause to challenge her sister, accepted her version at face value. Crystal didn't have a clue how to break the ice and disclose the truth. Sharon was a purebred housewife; to be told her younger sister fucked and sucked before a camera would not only appall her, but send shock waves through the wire. 

No, the truth was a regrettable affair. Crystal thought it best to maintain the pretense of a budding prototype than subject her sister to torrid fact. 

Should she give Sharon a ring? They certainly had enough catch-up to do. Crystal longed for voices of the past. Sharon was her last link to her origins. She had no other family. Their parents had perished in an auto accident while they were teenagers. After being raised by various aunts and uncles, they went their own way. 

Without permitting herself extensive time to consider her decision, Crystal snatched up the receiver and dialed the number. She and Sharon had their differences—what sisters didn't—yet her wanting to share recent experiences overcame that obstacle. 

Sharon answered on the third ring. She lectured Crystal on beginning a phone conversation almost winded. It was more desirable to launch dialogue loosened, rather than annoy the caller with gasps and sighs. "Hello?" 

"Hi, Sharon, it's Crystal." 

"Oh, hi." Her tone lacked warmth. Sharon had a long memory—comparable to an elephant. If someone snubbed her, she added that person's name to a list and it could only be deleted after an inexorable amount of time. 

"It's been a while, eh?" Crystal injected cheer. 

"I suppose." 

"Oh, come on, Sharon. Get off it. Sorry I've not kept in touch. I've been busy getting my career on its feet." 

Sharon relented. "How is Hollywood? Rubbing elbows with any stars?" 

Crystal deliberately omitted the kind of rubbing she was doing. "I guess. You never know who you're around half the time. People don't exactly identify themselves. Most hide behind sunglasses, or dress grubby just to escape prying eyes." She cleared her throat. The purpose of her call wasn't to boast about her environment—she wanted news of home. She yearned for scraps about her two little nieces, or Sharon's husband, Bob. "How's everything?" 

"About the same. If we're not running Janie to ballet lessons, we're carting Pammy to Girl Scouts. Being a parent today is comparable to being recruited as a chauffeur. Juggling two schedules like that is so stressful. One moment we're at school, or on the soccer field, or even at piano lessons. Sometimes, I get so confused where I have to be, it's not funny. I suppose that's why God created Daily Planners." She took a moment to collect her thoughts. "Oh, and we have a new dog—a Dalmatian." 

"How nice." 

"The girls insisted upon giving him—Nicholas—to Bob for Christmas. Nicholas was derived from St. Nick. Cute, eh? Hell, you know the repercussions of bringing another pet into the house—they become an extension of Mom's duties, not Dad's. I get to walk that beast twice a day, in addition to feeding and bathing it. Thank God I get up at the crack of dawn. I've already washed and waxed the floor, done the laundry and ironed half my clothes. If I'm lucky, I might be able to slip in a chapter or two of that new Danielle Steele book before I'm off and running again." 

Domesticity sure sounded swell to Crystal. She would have loved settling down and forgetting about achieving notorious repute as a porn star. She could honestly care less if she made another video. Having Pete by her side was of greater importance. She couldn't picture him buying into the concept of the white frame house with the picket fence, but given time, Pete would invariably wish for those simple, wholesome values. 

The lengths Crystal went to for love were incredible. 

Crystal's rumination was interrupted by a harsh cry at the end of the line. "Owwwwwwwww! My dog just bit me! Bad dog, Nicholas! Mommy doesn't like that! Sit or lay down!" The receiver was muffled for a moment, then Sharon's voice returned. "Christ! I've thought about renaming the little bastard. Nicodemas or Nostrodamus is far more suitable to his character." 

"Maybe I ought to go," Crystal hedged. 

"I'll be fine. He didn't break skin—just a surface cut. I suppose I shouldn't give him my old pairs of slippers to munch on. The stupid animal forgets which ones are his, and whether or not my feet happen to be inside them. Oh, well. Tell me about Pete. Has he found employment, too?" 

Crystal held her breath. "He's been involved in a job search." 

"Hmmmmmmm. Seems he's been searching for his niche since you've known him. Frankly, honey, I don't know why you bother. He's a loser. He may be cute, but he'll never bring home the bacon." 

Crystal yearned to tell her sister about the fabulous contract Pete negotiated for her with Wildwood Productions, but that meant divulging her secret. 

"You've got him all wrong, Sharon. Pete's a wonderful provider. He's taken on several part-time jobs, if only to make ends meet. As a matter of fact—" Her eyes shifted to the door, where Pete emerged. The sleepy look on his face was rapidly fading as he took inventory of her naked body bent against the counter. She waved, but when he didn't return her greeting and instead rambled over to her, she knew exactly what he wanted. 

"What kind of jobs?" Sharon sneered. "Pizza delivery?" 

"You're not being fair." Normally, Crystal's defense would have been more thorough, but Pete's inquisitive touch disabled her emotions. Crystal shivered in anticipation of what he was attempting to do. He grazed her bare butt while caressing her trim thighs. God, she had to halt him from going farther—she didn't want to shock her sister. "He has done some messengering, but for a lawyer. He's even done some process serving with subpoenas." 

Sharon snickered. "Does he have a clue what he's doing? I mean, Pete doesn't strike me as being exceptionally bright. His brains, from my recollection, don't exist in his head." 

Pete's thumb ran along the crack of her ass, savoring every naked inch. She was synchronized to his horny vibrations, perceiving them through his touch. Helplessly, she pushed his hand away, only to have it reinstated. "You're certainly not one to extend credit." 

"Can you blame me? He's dragged you to the opposite side of the country to seek fame and fortune. That ambition seems old to me. Nobody makes it just like that. You need education and experience to cut it in today's world." 

Both of Pete's hands were on her ass. He was spreading her cunt lips apart. Oh, no! Crystal fretted. He couldn't possibly—God! Oh, Jesus! His tongue slurped at her pussy. A jolt of passion dashed through her like lightening. Again she tried to push his face away, but to no avail. He let out another lash, covering her soft folds with saliva. Her entire body shook with pleasure. She clamped her hand over the receiver, praying Sharon hadn't heard her moan. "Pete, stop, please. It's my sister." 

His only answer was an audible lick that sent her reeling. She grasped the edge of the counter. Her grip on it was tenacious, calling upon it for support. How could he impose himself on her during a family discussion? It didn't seem to faze him that he was their current topic. When Pete wanted to fuck, the surrounding universe evaporated. 

Crystal slowly took her hand away from the receiver, distrusting her voice. His tip pushed into her pussy, leaving her dizzy. His expert laps made her hot and juicy. She could not control the moisture that oozed from her cunt. "I won't permit you to malign his character, Sharon. He's a good man. He cares about me." 

"Crystal, is something wrong? You sound odd." 

Jesus! It was Pete's hot tongue that strained her voice. "No." She covered the receiver again. "Will you please stop!" 

"I can't. Your pussy tastes so good," he muttered. 

Crystal was about to displace his head when he attacked her clit. Fast, furious licks made her mouth drop open and excited gasps sound. "Ohhh! Oh, Christ. Ohhhhhhhh." 

"Crystal?" Sharon repeated, attempting to recapture her attention. "What's happened? 

Pete was fraught with excitement. Crystal's sweet fragrance thrilled him—a powerful stimulant that wouldn't subside. He stuck his tongue into her cunthole, feeling the flow of her husky juices. He wiggled it as best he could, drawing her breath in the interim. Her soft, succulent confines remained secure. He tried spreading her apart, but her swollen lips defied him. Instead of forging ahead, he sucked her pink flesh. Crystal barely choked back her cries. He woke up with a taste for pussy and found exactly that in the kitchen. 

"I'm sorry, Sharon," Crystal spoke into the phone. "I thought somebody was at the door. We frequently get sales people, pushing all sorts of products." With the last ounce of strength she possessed, she propelled Pete from her. She stifled a gasp as he withdrew his tongue. God! Another several licks, and he would have made her cum. "Well, I suppose I should let you go. You sound like you have quite a busy day planned." 

"It's my normal routine. Hey, Bob's got vacation coming and mentioned our purchasing plane tickets. Do you think you can take some time off if we're out your way? You know, show us the sights, let us see where you work?" 

Crystal froze. Declaring her true profession would result in a major rift. Sharon would not understand, no matter how meticulous of an explanation she was handed. "I don't know, Sharon. I just got my job. It's too early to be requesting days off." Pete was behind her again, nibbling on her ear lobe. She reached back to push him away, but quickly realized he had no intention of cooperating. Her hands grazed his flatboard stomach and pubes. She had also felt his warm, pulsating dick. Pete had a raging hard-on! "I mean," she stammered, trying to maintain continuity, "I just started working there. Making any sort of demands might receive an unfavorable response." 

Sharon sighed. "I certainly wouldn't want to put you in jeopardy." 

Crystal was really beginning to worry. Pete was positioning himself behind her. His erect cock was just inches from her cunt. Was the man insane? Did he think he could enter her while she was talking with her sister? Pushing had no effect, so she resorting to using her nails. She dug into his flesh, hoping to repel him. If anything, her action appeared to incite his lust. The healthy beat of his cock against her ass was perceptible. 

"Well," Sharon concluded, "we might just fly out there anyway and do Disneyland, Universal Studios—you know, all those tourist traps. We could at least get together for dinner." 

Crystal didn't know how to effectively express her opposition without seeming rude. Sharon would uncover the nature of her business. "I would prefer having you here when it was more convenient. There won't be a gap in my schedule for months." Pete's swollen head was being fit into her sodden cunt lips. She gritted her teeth, making a last ditch effort to avert penetration. He was going to take her, doggie-fashion unless she stopped him. Damn his excellent cunt-lapping. He'd gotten her so wet, he could easily slide into her. 

"Jesus, Crystal, if you don't want to see us—" 

"I do." Oh, God, Pete was beginning to sink his cock into her. Her pussy widened to absorb him. Crystal clenched the receiver, shaking. It felt good—too good. 

"Yeah," Pete muttered softly from behind, fucking through her soft folds. He drove forward, impaling her with his hard dick. Crystal could do little else but muffle her aroused sob. "Oh, yeah, so wet, so hot." 

"Is someone there?" Sharon asked. "Pete, perhaps?" 

"As a matter of fact, he just woke up and is getting ready for work." Crystal sighed at her mindless implication. "I've got to jump off. I was about to fix breakfast, anyway." 

"I'm sure that was on your agenda," Sharon gibed. 

Crystal worried that she wasn't exactly convincing. Her motive seemed more and more transparent. "Look, Sharon, I'd really love to have you and your family over. Let's discuss it further later in the week. I'll check with my boss and see if there isn't something I can do." 

There was a pause. During that time, Pete took to actively pumping Crystal. His cock stroked her inflamed pussy. She could barely stand on her feet, slumping over the counter. The phone hung precipitously in her grasp. She nearly dropped it, ecstasized by Pete's plunging dick. It made moist, puckering sounds as it slipped into her snatch. Crystal closed her eyes, suspending the moment. Despite her paranoia, Pete managed to provide her satisfaction. She noticed how absently she pushed back to receive his solid cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. It felt so good. 

"I'll be in and out, but do call," Sharon glacially spoke. 

"I promise," Crystal murmured. The phone practically felt from Crystal's hand. She let out a sweet moan. "Jesus, Pete, couldn't you wait?" 

"No, I just had to fuck you." 

"That was my sister, if you even care." 

Pete was far too involved in shoving himself inside Crystal's warm pussy to consider her remark. Whether it was the excitement of her tight snatch fitting around his big dick or her small body submitting to his larger, more commanding one, he was unsure. In either event, he liked the sensation of being crammed into her hot cunt. She rubbed so sweetly, the walls of her pussy catching his cock and coating him with juice. He pushed himself as far as he could, then pulled all but his cunt-slicked head out of her pussy. "Sorry, baby. Didn't mean to push myself on you. It's just that your ass looked so good the moment I walked in. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I love it." 

Waves of satisfaction engulfed Crystal. Pete's cock delighted her, causing bursts of joy. She bit her lip, unable to respond. 

"Want me to stop?" he asked, sinking into her cunt again and again. The juicy slap of his groin to her butt punctuated his query. 

"I ... I," she fought for control. Her brain refused to function in a defense mode. It wanted what her body craved. Pete was feeding her the very thing she needed all along. She moaned, savoring it in her cunt. He was hard, pulsating. 

Pete awaited some sign from Crystal that told him to stop. When none came, he grinned. "No," he muttered, pumping her. "You don't want me to pull out. It feels too good, doesn't it?" 

"Yes," Crystal whimpered. 

"Sure it does. Not one of those studs at Wild-wood can match my talent. I know how to make it even better. Can't I?" He fucked her harder, watching her respond to him. Crystal's imperative slam of her butt reassured him. She definitely wanted more. Gladly, he supplied it in the form of fierce, satisfying strokes. He slid his dick in and out of her warm, grabbing pussy. Crystal was a sweet fuck. Giving it to her, nice and stiff, was like a fantasy come true. There was something intensely pleasing about fucking her doggie. The position lent itself to sexual urgency. He was smug, hammering himself into her hot squish, watching her grovel. She was crouched against the kitchen counter, withstanding the impact. 

"Ohhhhh!" Crystal gasped, writhing. "Ohhhhh." 

"Yeah, it does feel good, so fucking good." Thrusting into that wet, wanting pussy ensured his enslavement of her. Crystal needed him. She was addicted to the kind of sex he readily provided. She could never hold out on him. Pete shook his head, plunging his cock into the steamy confines of her cunt. Her moan told him how hungry she was for his cock. 

He induced her to slide further up the counter, then stooped from behind. Her buttocks were extended, her cunt lips awaiting his furious push. He clasped her waist, then drove himself in. Ahhhhhhhh! He was completely wrapped in her pussy, squeezing through the narrow chamber. He rocked back and forth, thrusting into her cunt. 

Crystal arched her back, swooning from it all. "God, your dick feels like a rock. Fuck me, baby. That's it, fuck me with all you've got." 

"With pleasure." 

Crystal sobbed at the wallop she took. Pete was getting rough, but it didn't matter. She was totally aroused. "Ohhhhhhh, stroke me with that big dick. Give it to me, baby, give it to me, ohhhhhhhh!" 

"You like my cock?" he muttered. "Do you like what it does to you?" 

"Mmmmmm, I want it all." 

"Yeah," he echoed, fitting himself into the warm, rubbing channel. "All of it, inside your tight pussy." 

She was intoxicated by the heat they generated. Crystal submerged herself into the thick of it, lunging forward and in reverse on her haunches, letting her cunt consume him. He penetrated her wonderfully deep. She experienced an electrical charge from head to foot, having him fill her. They were possessed by a hunger that could only be satisfied by friction. 

Her cries implored him to fuck her that much harder. Pete felt his pleasure mount, escalating to a higher level. "I'm getting close, baby," he grunted, "so close." 

Crystal whimpered from his frantic pumping. "Don't stop, baby, keep going." Her eyes rolled heavenward, just as the contractions hit. "Ohhhhh." 

Pete grinned through the outpouring sweat, working his cock into that convulsing pussy. He would do whatever was necessary to keep Crystal on his leash. "Cum for me, baby. Cum hard around my dick." 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." 

Pete let her climax for several unstoppable minutes before he shot into her. Hot cum jetted into her pussy, fired from his spurting cock. "Yeah. Oh, yeah, baby. It's so fucking good." 

Crystal was his property today—Amber, his tomorrow. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

"Oh, baby," Amber Lake wailed, feeling B.B.'s hard shaft enter her snatch. She closed her eyes, her mouth dropping open. Her toes curled as she fed more into her cock-seeking cunt. "Oh, honey—I love how big you are." 

B.B. lay back, letting her drive his shaft. Jesus, she was soaked! Her pussy gorged itself with dick, swallowing everything he pushed into that sopping hole. Her erect nipples, cushioned by her huge tits, jabbed his chest. Her sweet thighs locked about him, her juicy snatch sliding at him could cause him to cream fast. B.B. called upon inner resources to spurn that inclination. Cumming was something B.B. generally controlled. He had learned shortly after he made his first movie to spasm on cue. 

Montana Wildwood sat in her director's chair while the cameras whirred. She devoted minimal attention to the ensuing action; it was her seated companion who dominated her central thoughts. She invited Rusty to a taping session, if only to furnish an example of the services required of him. Rusty's adamant avowal of joining the ranks of B.B. and others in her employ necessitated this observation. She certainly didn't want to spring any surprises, nor did she wish to misrepresent her industry. Porn was exhausting work. It obligated one to stretch the erotic imagination and to search for an original approach to the same material, day after day. Separating what was "hot," from what was "hotter" was a depleting chore. Montana's company did their level best to project that distinction. The quality of her product rivaled that of her competition. Montana might not have "deep pockets," but she knew how to budget herself. Her videos were among the best available. 

The scene they were shooting was well underway and would be inserted in the final cut of her current undertaking. Most of Crystal's scenes were "in the can," while Amber's were almost complete. After today, they would wrap things. 

Rusty could scarcely take his eyes off the unfolding action. Amber snared his concentration. Her sexy body made the set sizzle. Her hair whipped over her shoulder as she frantically humped B.B. Not one man in the studio presiding over the scene could keep from getting hard. Montana spotted a number of erections sported. 

She was curious about Rusty's impression of Amber. Did he want her? He definitely bore a hungry expression. If that feral look could be transferred to the screen, she'd create a new porn sensation. Rusty's behavior definitely needed to be captured on tape. She shivered at the thought of watching him, over and over again, giving pleasure to her stable of sluts. His face alone would score with her female customers. 

Would Rusty make a successful transition? Would baring all before the camera inhibit him? An occasional newcomer sometimes used the services of a "buffer"—a woman who helped bring a man with sexual powers on the wane back to full erection. Could Rusty do it? 

Montana, gazing at the bulge in his pants, received the bulk of her answers. The massive outline ended her argument. Perhaps putting him to the test was her only option. 

She reverted to the unraveling episode. Amber's innate sense of theatrics were on flamboyant display. Not only was her famed luminary capable of chewing up the scenery, but every person in it. 

Amber's hand cupped B.B.'s ass during her hoarse encouragements. B.B. gulped air as he looked up at the sexual glimmer in her dark eyes, which was enhanced by her periodic scratching. She raked her nails into his buttocks, then pushed forward with her pussy. "Yes, more," she begged. "Ohhhhhhh! Give me more of it. Slide your big cock into me." 

"Sure, baby," he muttered, thrusting into that slick heat. "You want the whole thing, it's yours." 

"Oh, yeah, ohhhhhhhhhhh! I want you to fuck me with it." 

Not only did the script call for it, but every cell in B.B.'s body demanded that thrill. He lowered his engorged shaft into her willing snatch. He was going to deep stroke her pussy and make his cock slick with juice. 

"Ohhhhhh! Drive it into my drenched pussy," she cried, immersing her nails into his butt. "Come on, baby, come on, ohhhhhhhhh!" She opened her pussy to him, yearning for it to be filled with his hard, throbbing meat. Whether or not her excitement was recorded on tape, Amber listened to the beat of her hormones; B.B. had a talent for keeping them at high flame. 

B.B. couldn't resist covering one of her stiff nipples with his mouth. He sucked it hard. Amber writhed, lost in the sensation it granted. Her tit was soft, sweet. Mmmmmmmmm. He groped the other. It practically melted in his hands. He pushed, sending the last of his cock into her hot tunnel. Enveloped in her satiny flesh, his every cell vibrated. He strained to keep his dick submerged in her juicy cunt. Its tightness scorched him. Yeah. He wanted to cum that instant, but fought the impulse. Instead, he began rocking back and forth, giving her a taste of how sweet his cock felt. 

When two porn stars were on center stage, they did their best to neutralize their surroundings. The cameras, the lights and film crew did not revolve in their world when they congregated for fast-paced action. 

"Jesus," Amber gasped, clasping herself about him. "Fuck me, stud, fuck me, stroke me with your cock—ohhhhhhhh!" 

"Feels so good to be inside your pussy," he said. He took a moment to bring her knees up and over his powerful shoulders. He wanted to get in deep. Amber, aroused by the several seconds of intense pumping, gladly complied. He looked down into her sex-hungry eyes, then lowered himself onto her aroused body. They were closer than before. He felt her warm breath, heard her excited little whimpers, that much better. "Baby, I'm gonna fuck you so good. I want it to last all night." 

"Yes, yes!" she cried at his penetrating thrust. He went in much farther, sliding through her juicy snatch. She elevated her thighs, yielding her flesh in the effort to take more of his plunging cock. Her moist cunt devoured every inch it was fed, smearing her abundant juices as he forced himself through her sweet pressure. She reached around his hammering buttocks, exploring its flexing contours. His balls filled her hand, then the moist wedge of cock that slithered behind, then re-emerged from, her sopping cunt lips. Her fingers swirled about the hair and moisture, then clawed when B.B. took an extended drop into her pussy. The ache of carrying him at length in her narrow passage made her moan feverishly. She writhed, enjoying the pleasure. "Fuck me, fuck me, baby, fuck me." 

B.B. pistoned his hips up and down, working more and more of his large cock between her cunt lips. 

"All of you," Amber whispered into his ear. "I want to feel your whole dick inside me." 

Amber got her wish. B.B. kissed her fiercely, demandingly, cramming his tongue to the back of her mouth as he powered his cock full-length into the pit of her snatch. He slammed down into her, his shaft pulsing inside her pussy. His balls rested in the crevice of her tight ass cheeks as he swiftly moved in and out of her pussy. 

The experience of that thrilling motion inside her body created a furor that only mounted in pleasure. B.B. pumped his hips to work his cock deep into her cunt. 

Amber squeezed B.B.'s body tightly to her own. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His excitement was total. B.B. propelled himself into his character. He knew how to transcend the barriers of make-believe to inject the proper fervor into the situation they portrayed. It was hardly simple; acting, regardless of its platform in the industry, required tapping one's creative source to its fullest. 

"Push it into me," Amber urged. She kissed B.B.'s cheek, holding him securely to her shivering body. Nothing could compare to the stir of his dick tugging at her pussy lips, filling her seething cunt. She ground her snatch to his driving cock, gritting her teeth as it sank into her. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck me with that big thing." 

B.B. kissed Amber hard, covering her mouth with his own, silencing her loud screams of passion. He stuffed his tongue into her mouth and drove his cock with jack hammer force into her clutching pussy. When he reached full insertion and his balls slapped her quivering ass cheeks, the total pleasure of fucking her was too much even for a man with the control and will power B.B. maintained. 

Montana surveyed Rusty with a scrupulous eye. He seemed ready to jump out of his seat, he looked so horny. The front of his jeans were swollen, bulging with his ripe cock. If Amber had that monster stuck into her, she could well imagine the hype her latest video would generate. 

An idea dawned on Montana during the feverish coupling of her stars. Why not recruit Rusty at this very moment? 

"Phil, stop the tape," she advised, motioning to the camera man. 

"Huh?" 

Montana didn't let the confusion prevent her from carrying out her plan. "B.B., Amber—relax for a minute." 

B.B. couldn't completely halt himself—his stimulation was too far gone. He managed to shift into a slower mode, pumping his partner at a less frantic rate. 

Amber sobbed, still receiving that large, bone-solid cock. Her pussy was tender after having gotten fucked repeatedly by his excited thing. 

Montana didn't let any of these factors influence her decision. She eagerly turned to Rusty. "Chuck those clothes, baby. You're about to make your debut." 

Rusty did a double take. "Are you sure?" 

"Absolutely. I want a nice, hot three-way. It'll be perfect to showcase your talents." 

Rusty didn't look altogether "cool" about sharing a woman with a man. His lack of sophistication supplied that answer. Montana doubted he'd encountered many such circumstances during his formative years in Michigan. 

He had admitted to three-ways with women when first acquainted. If he had the confidence of pleasing two babes simultaneously, then planting him in a scenario where he gets half of one should be vastly entertaining. With Rusty, she expected magic—pure and simple. 

"You'll be fine," she offered a wink of encouragement. "Just be yourself. The rest will come easy. You're a natural." 

"Yes, ma'am," he perfunctorily said, stripping on command. 

Rusty didn't call for the assistance of a "buffer." The erection that popped from confinement drew stares and whispers from the crew. How he organized that enormous member in his tight pants mystified. Montana's lips parted and were moistened by her tongue as she ogled his fiercely masculine body. Wow! She had fucked him again the night before in the privacy of her home, yet each time she set her eyes on him, his nudity rocked her very foundation. He was an exceptional specimen—a Greek god. Staring at him more than a few minutes got her wet. Montana envied Amber, yet felt relieved she'd had first dibs. 

Rusty joined B.B. and Amber on the large water bed. He approached them without reservation, without discomfiture. Settling his knees close to Amber's plucked expression, he waited. B.B. pushed his cock into her snatch to prolong their stimulation during the shuffle. His dick made faint, juicy sounds as it entered her pussy. 

Amber moaned, raking B.B.'s back with her nails, overtaken by his steady rhythm. She eventually included Rusty in her sweeping gape. Her initial glance at his cock broke the spell of B.B.'s thrusting monstrosity. Her cheeks smacked with pink, her lips thickened, her eyes glazed over. Amber definitely saw something she wanted. 

B.B. accommodated her. He flipped her body so that she sat on him. Amber whimpered as she settled her sumptuous butt in his lap. Ohhhhhhhhh. She felt his cock move through her ravaged pussy. His fat stem was wedged between her wide-spread lips. B.B.'s strong, steady throb excited her immeasurably. His upright dick pulsed madly, standing high in her cunt. 

B.B. swallowed roughly, his well-defined chest expanding as he took air. His tortured expression told her that delaying his orgasm exacted its toll on him. Being in her cunt definitely sapped his strength. 

Both B.B. and Amber knew the secret behind protracting a scene was to redirectionalize one's thoughts. If they were at the juncture of getting off and the director wished for them to alter position, their brains had to do a "freeze-frame" so they could rearrange their bodies. Only at his signal were they permitted to charge into that last, heart-pounding direction. 

Amber's fascination with Rusty took form. She reached for that mouth-watering cock, wanting to enclose him in her fist. Her fingers curled about that burgeoned shaft, then stroked. 

"Oh, yeah," Rusty whispered heavily, kissing her along her neck. "Squeeze me hard, jerk me. Yeah, like that. Uhhhhhhhhh." He closed the distance between them, thrusting his hips. 

Amber wanted to do more. Her lips fluttered over his mouth, her cheeks bulging with his tongue as she moaned. His swollen cock shifted in her grip. She made him pant as she manipulated him to his satisfaction. 

Simultaneously, Amber stirred on B.B.'s lap. She began to pitch, indulging herself in some gratifying friction. B.B.'s embedded dick ground through her drenched pussy, tugging at her slippery walls. She felt his big balls under her ass. 

"Oh, yeah, baby," B.B. muttered. "Fuck it. Fuck that thing." 

"Mmmmmm," Amber moaned into Rusty's mouth, pumping him with her fist. Her small hand fought to contain his broad, pulsating shaft. Heatedly, she brushed him. 

Montana's throat went dry as she saw Amber's smooth tanned thighs mesh with B.B.'s muscular ones. Her groin met his powerful flesh with intense impalement. 

When Rusty began massaging Amber's ass, sprinkling jolts of pleasure streamed through her. She hadn't such a potent reaction, but progressed to the interval. B.B. took the initiative, enclosing one of her butt cheeks and exerting tantalizing force. He was definitely strong, his touch bringing excitement. 

"Ohhhhhh," Amber moaned, urgency accentuating her tone. Montana wasn't surprised how fiercely she became aroused. Rusty bore that effect. Amber's pussy was drenched, tightening around B.B. 

A tickle of pleasure made Montana's clit twitch. Before her, Rusty's balls bulged from beneath Amber's masturbating grip. His dickhead looked an angry red—a sign of impending explosion. Suddenly, he broke away from Amber, scrambling for oxygen. His scorched expression and rippling Adam's apple had Montana assuming he was about to cum. 

Amber took swift action. Her lips widened before hurtling toward Rusty. In a hungry gulp, she took him into her mouth. More than half his shaft was consumed. 

"God," he said hoarsely. His fingers spanned the circumference of her head, then rocked her to him. His mouth dropped open as Amber sucked on him. "Give me some tongue. Oh, baby, wet it down. Lick my cock, get the balls, too. Make them moist with your hot spit. Ahhhhhhhhh. Take it down your throat, baby. Let's see how much you can swallow." 

Montana grew woozy as Rusty thrust his head back and emitted a fierce groan. Working his hips forward, he fucked Amber's face. Her fingertips dug into his buttocks while she orally absorbed him. Montana was mesmerized, watching Amber dig into his flesh and hearing her whimper as she fed on his cock. 

"Mmmmmm." She devoured his cock in juicy increments, expanding her jaw to accept the overflow of meat. His full shaft disappeared beyond her gaping lips. Montana saw the flash of tongue as Amber worked him into her mouth. She seemed provoked by the challenge of fitting his huge cock into her moist orifice. Rusty's lock on her head appeared unnecessary; Amber wanted very much to blow him. The magnitude of her willingness may have surprised him. 

B.B. got tremendously horny from the show they provided. His hands clamped Amber's waist to facilitate each and every sizzling thrust. He enjoyed the show and put his reaction on spectacle. He fucked Amber in the manner prescribed, narrowing her recovery period. 

Amber's clit prickled his attention. He slid his thumb over her love button and rubbed. Electric currents crackled from his initial flick. He deepened his contact with her inflamed dot, honing it rigid. Amber moaned as juice spurted from her pussy. She nearly swooned, almost slowing to a complete halt. She buckled beneath B.B.'s grip on her cunt, allowing him to do as he wished. They were heading toward that point of no return. 

As B.B. proceeded to finger her, inserting a persistent digit through her sodden cunt lips, her decision to give him what he wanted was in full force. She shivered as he explored the dimensions of her pussy, moaning at his inspired pinpoints of pleasure. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, her mouth stuffed with Rusty. She squealed around his embedded cock. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh." 

Montana watched Amber swallow Rusty. Her lips whirled over him, rinsing his dick with glistening saliva. Montana heard the wet smacking sounds as she mouthed him, then saw the flicker of tongue catch his protruding underside. 

"Ahhhhh, suck it, baby, suck it!" Rusty urged. He pulled her to him, sinking his hard dick into her sighing face. "Suck that thing. Make me cum with those hot lips of yours. Yeah, do me right, baby. Press down and suck hard. Ahhhhhhhh, suck tight, take me deep, soften me up with that tongue. Lick it. Lick that cock. Oh, yeah, baby, you've got it. Try to take my meat down your throat all the way. I know you can do it, baby. Yeah, yeah, I love the way you suck me." 

Montana shook her head in wonder. Rusty certainly had the jargon down pat. He spoke from his soul, unearthing words he felt deep in his balls. Naturally, Amber's expert mouth worked them out of him. She had a knack for transforming men into seething beasts. 

B.B. slammed himself up into Amber's cunt. She took the hit, moaning. He intensified her pleasure with furious jiggling. Watching Rusty get his cock sucked inflamed B.B. His dick was hard, throbbing—ready to burst. 

Rusty had seen B.B.'s cock go into Amber's pussy and yearned for similar satisfaction. He wanted to be buried inside Amber—anywhere— as long as he could thrust into that warm, receptive flesh. 

He eased himself from her sucking lips, his dick dripping with her bubbly saliva. God! It took every ounce of will power to separate. 

Amber stared at his displaced cock. She wanted to suck him to orgasm, yet was denied. "Bring that back here, baby. Let me finish." 

"You will—from the rear." 

Amber's flesh was soaked. A profusion of sweat streamed down her sexy body while she humped B.B. Rusty saw opportunity arise from her pumping butt cheeks. A distant sector of his brain flagged the deed he was about to transact. Rusty functioned solely on pure impulse. He couldn't begin to harness the energy that roared through him. 

Montana was astounded by Rusty's predisposition. He accepted no instruction from her director. Rusty inherently knew what was required of him, and executed those responsibilities faultlessly. 

Montana recognized that when Amber was through with Rusty, she would want him. A hot, burning hunger seized her. She was insane with lust, driven by an unquenchable thirst for Rusty. Montana had learned that once one had him, she became incurably addicted. 

Rusty knelt behind Amber, kneading her buttocks. Her soft, malleable flesh received the urgent stroke of her iron fingertips. After massaging her to his satisfaction, he wove his thumbs toward her rectum. 

Amber was on his same wavelength. Knowing where his cock was about to be shoved caused her cunt to tighten about B.B. She squeezed his dick with her pussy, clamping his plump base. Ohhhhhh. Double penetration turned her on like nothing else. 

Rusty inserted a finger into her anus, then speared through warm, clutching tissue. B.B.'s submerged thing put a major dent in the barrier of her asshole. Rusty knew this would burden him as far as sending his whole cock into her ass, but felt confident he could work himself into that cramped chasm. 

Amber's moist oils would facilitate his entrance. If she hadn't been fucking B.B. for the better part of a half hour, easy access might not have been available. As it was, Amber was more than ready to receive him. 

The camera lens bore no impact to Rusty, nor would it hinder the performance he was about to give. He disregarded all else as he steered his bloated head to Amber's butt hole. His dick pulsed wildly as he slid along her luscious crack, then dug into her orifice. He leaned forward, adjusting his thick cock below the gorgeous curves of Amber's ass. 

Montana saw Amber's features ignite as Rusty urgently penetrated her. He seemed to savor every inch he fit into her quivering ass. Inch upon inch of his towering manhood plunged with rectum-opening power. 

"Oh, God!" Amber yelped, overcome by his burial. 

"Jesus," B.B. whistled, ill-equipped to deal with that conflicting force. Rusty hogged quite a bit of room, crushing B.B. 

"Oh, yeah, babe," Rusty moaned, oblivious to their diverse reactions. "Nice, tight ass! So warm and snug inside." He gasped as she enclosed him, then began pumping her. He slid up and down that agonizing chute, aware B.B. was on the other side. For the moment, it didn't matter. Rusty sawed through the opposition, giving it his all. He felt entitled to his piece of ass and took greedy possession of it. 

Amber whimpered and writhed as his slick body functioned to keep his cock installed. She wasn't about to stay in position and let both men fuck her. She bucked and shook as he plunged his cock. Rusty saddled her ass cheeks with his hands and rode her bronco-style, while B.B. savored the tour she gave with minimal movement. 

"Fuck me!" Amber panted. "Oh, yes, fuck me!" 

Her chants stirred B.B., who slid up the length of her cunt. In the fever of excitement, he toyed with her stiff nipples. They pointed delectably at the ceiling, looking incredibly delicious. 

The rigid prick pressing into her told Amber he was highly excited. She fucked B.B. hard, too, giving him a taste of her hungry pussy. She humped him fast, then took Rusty's slide into her ass with a guttural moan. Pleasing two men was a trip! Amber loved every hip-pistoning, cock-sinking second. She jerked madly in their embrace, giving each side a thrill. The pressure between her legs was overwhelming. If she stopped for even a moment, she knew they would immobilize her with their feverish stabs. 

"Yeah," Amber called to them. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard, studs. I want you both." 

"Come on," B.B. whispered hoarsely, ramming her from underneath. "Let me into that sweet pussy." 

His cheeks were red, his eyes glazed, his face mired with sweat. The strong beat of his cock registered near explosion. She galloped more heatedly, letting him shift through the tightness of her cunt. Rusty was in her deep—there was no shaking him out. 

Rusty pumped her powerfully. Amber's tits landed on B.B.'s chest. After pummeling him senselessly for a few minutes, an idea popped. She scooped them up and pushed her nipples at his mouth. She purred as he sucked them, one at a time. "Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh!" she whimpered, enjoying it. He slurped her nipple, vibrating his tongue against it. His concentrated effort made it stiff. Only after she writhed and moaned feverishly did he focus on the other. He kneaded it gently, but firmly. He flicked his tongue up around the nipple, then sucked deeply. 

"Mmmmmmm," B.B. grunted, between licks and kisses. 

"Yes," she blurted. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh." 

"I love your tits, baby" he mentioned. "They're incredibly soft and huge. I love the way they feel in my hands." 

She thrust her boobs in his face. "Go ahead, suck them." 

He dove himself into her cleavage, availing himself of her bouncy flesh. He fondled it, enjoying the firmness and her receptivity. He mouthed her tits, puckering them, scooping them up with his hands and compressing them until the nipples touched. When both were together, he attempted to fit them into his mouth. He lapped the enlarged nuggets, listening to Amber's increased pitch. He had her undulating, craving more. Gladly, he supplied it. 

Amber bit her lip as Rusty pumped her ass. It was difficult to switch between the sensations she received from the front and those in her rear. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. She cradled B.B.'s head, guiding him to areas that elicited the most satisfaction. Her fingers wove into his long hair, tugging him in various directions. She swallowed roughly, stricken of air as her nipples got sucked. "You make them so hard, they ache." 

"Yeah," he muttered before squeezing one back into his mouth. They were like rocks. The nipple swelled beneath his furious lashing. His limber tongue didn't let up its pace, sending her into oblivion. "Mmmmmmm," he glommed on both of them, enjoying his feast. He made her flesh moist, detecting the tremors as he increased his suck. 

B.B. did not forget the thud of Rusty's cock from the opposite side. The constant pumping action he effected constricted Amber's cunthole far and wide. His whole dick got crushed, yet he prevailed. Jesus. That guy was undermining his concentration big time. 

"Ohhhhhhh," Amber sobbed, receiving the brunt of Rusty's ass-wrenching thrusts. "Oh, God, ohhhhhh." 

Rusty meant business. Splitting Amber's backside got him horny beyond compare. He pumped her ass, swinging his hips with unwavering fire. Immune to the slimmer area B.B. left after planting his cock, Rusty buried his entire thing in her butt. His balls slapped her cheeks when flagging full penetration. 

His thrusts were so severe, Amber's tit eventually popped from B.B.'s mouth. Montana could see the reflection of anguish in B.B. Her star appeared paralyzed by the onslaught of Rusty's force. 

Amber's eyes curved upward as his pumping intensified. B.B.'s disabled cock strained against one wall while Rusty's rivet-mad dick plunged into her. She had no option but to uncontrollably squeeze B.B. She could hear his ragged exhalations as her cunt pulsed around him, closing off circulation. B.B.'s boyish expression was mired with lines of distress. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, trembling from Rusty's strokes. Seeing what she did to B.B. and experiencing Rusty's untiring vim, she breathlessly surrendered to the moment. B.B.'s contortions were a blur. 

Montana shook her head. She had inflicted a maniac on her two stars. Rusty made short work of them both, grinding them to a pulp. She gripped the arms of the director's chair, quivering. Rusty was a sexual hellion. 

Rusty saw B.B. faltering from below as he rammed Amber's backside. He prevented the established star from fucking back with his incessant pounding. As much as Rusty wanted to ease off, he couldn't. He was at the apex of pleasure and about to explode. Virtually nothing could prevent that from happening. It felt too fucking good sawing through Amber's butt. 

"Christ," B.B. gasped, his eyes shut, his mouth hanging open. He pulled air into his lungs, helplessly pinned to his back. Rusty's battering hampered him from assuming a more brisk role. Amber's pussy was like a moist clamp, aggravated by Rusty's sharp whack. The assault lasted, without reprieve. B.B.'s realization was fractured, then totally fragmented. Rusty's lashing force made him numb. "Oh, fuck." 

Rusty wanted to fuck Amber's pussy as much as he was fucking her ass, but couldn't stop powering his dick up her backside. He plunged into her hot rear, gripping her rounded hips and dragging them to his hammering pelvis. He heatedly pumped her bottom, indifferent to B.B.'s embedded cock. 

As her sphincter loosened around his madly driving stem, Amber sensed orgasm building inside her. The friction of B.B. in her cunt precipitated that lavish uproar. 

Rusty fucked her ass with the same hurtling speed B.B. employed on her pussy just moments before. Both men extended Amber unimagined bliss. She reveled in the ecstasy they jointly provided. 

The soft tissues of Amber's butt powerfully stimulated Rusty. Her expanded rectum stroked his cock like a gripping fist. B.B.'s planted member made that hole a tighter fit. Rusty's impulses heated up, the cum churning in his balls. 

"I'm gonna cum," he groaned in her ear. "Are you ready?" 

Amber gazed at B.B., who was in a different world. The distant look in his eyes enlightened her to his mental frame. Pleasure swelled inside her, reaching to her every hot point. "Yeah, oh, yeah, ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Amber was gasping, suffocating from the contractions that assaulted her flesh. Her head lobbed, her chin coming up. Her lips widened to let out a final gasp before heaven took her. She wasn't prepared for the power an orgasm these men vented. She shook savagely against B.B.'s beaten frame, letting the sensations spiral in a maddening rush. She came around his thrusting, cunt-stretching, pleasure-giving cock while Rusty thoroughly pumped her buttocks. "Ohhhhhhh." 

Rusty lasted only seconds while she moaned and contracted around his hard dick, then flew out of her cunt and splattered her flexing ass cheeks. "Uggghhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh!" 

With Rusty removed, B.B. received the full benefit of Amber's clutching snatch alone. He slipped out of her pussy just seconds before exploding. His cum shot all over her stomach. 

"Arrrgghhhhhhhhh!" he howled, spurting. 

Montana's knuckles turned white from gripping the arms of her chair. Her pussy throbbed with hunger, staring at the three of them convulsing. Rusty definitely elevated this segment, lending his unique animal charisma. 

Amber pulled B.B.'s lips to her mouth and sucked on his tongue, curling hers around him, and silenced his hoarse cries. The thick bolts of cum gushed onto her skin. Even as B.B. came, he continued to jerk his cock, allowing her body to milk the jism from his balls. 

Rusty nuzzled Amber's nape while stroking her blazing hard nipples. He wove over those screaming buds, feeding them electrical currents. 

Amber squirmed on the bed, bouncing under the onslaught of lean male flesh slamming all around her. Cum oozed onto her skin, leaving her thirsty for more. Her asshole stung, yet she longed to have Rusty trapped in there once again. She could have taped this portion multiple times, if only to receive another dose of him. 

"Jesus," B.B. muttered before dropping his head leadenly on the pillow. His massive chest was heaving as he fought to claim his breath. 

"Cut!" the director motioned, then ran over to Amber, who looked dazed. She put two fingers in front of her eyes. "How many?" 

A silly smile curved her lips. She couldn't answer. 

Montana exhaled firmly. Wow! She looked to Rusty, who made a swift recovery and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't take nearly as much time as the others to recuperate. 

She hoped that scene hadn't totally depleted him. She wanted him in her office to put out the fire he started in her pussy. Together, they would celebrate the making of a new porn star. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Amber pulled into the driveway of Crystal's place and lifted her sunglasses; after scrutinizing the building for several moments, she let them fall back into place and whistled. What a dump! She couldn't believe she permitted herself to be talked into a "girl talk" at this location. 

She slammed the door to her Mercedes and activated the alarm. It wouldn't surprise her if someone tried to tamper with her lock, or at the very least, steal her hub caps. 

Under normal circumstances, Amber would have rejected Crystal's plea for intimate conversation. Amber didn't own patience the way others did. Amber wasn't, by nature, a generous person, but after catching some of the scenes featuring Crystal, her opinion of the girl underwent conversion. Crystal was damned sexy, she enthused—a delicious tart. Those bedroom-blue eyes sparkling at her, disabling her every objection. She thought of those thick, sensual lips fastened to her pussy and got wet. 

What distance would Crystal go for a favor? Would she eat her pussy? Amber bet the farm on it. She wouldn't mind a little time put in between her legs, receiving that hot, spirited tongue that gobbled up several well-hung members of Montana's stud pen. Amber loved being licked by a woman—particularly one who was a virtual expert. 

Her concern about the neighborhood evaporated. If anything happened to her car, she would charge it to the studio. Montana would gladly pay; after all, she was her number one draw. 

Crystal must have spotted her from the window, for when Amber mounted the stairs, the front door glided open. That blonde firecracker stood there, decked out in a teddy. Crystal exhibited no shame in baring her appetizing curves for the pedestrians who happened by. If they obtained a quick thrill, it was free advertisement for Montana. 

"Glad you could stop by," Crystal mentioned huskily. "I hope you didn't get lost." 

"Not a chance. I did my time in this neck of the woods, before I went up ladder." She warmed to Crystal's seductive presence as she made her approach. The girl sent her luscious vibrations. Amber wallowed in them for a moment before climbing that final step. "You will, too." 

"You really think I've got a chance?" she gushed, unable to conceal her enthusiasm. 

Amber deliberately brushed Crystal with her tits. "Count on it, doll." 

Amber made a swift assessment. Crystal was definitely "on." If the girl wasn't her slave in the next five minutes, she would be surprised. She understood the flicker of her eyes, the sly check of her tits and the swerve of her hip. Amber was only too aware of how she was built. She transformed men into lusty droolers—couldn't the same apply to someone sweet like Crystal? 

It wasn't as though Crystal had never had a pussy in her mouth. She'd seen her go down on one of the other actresses and thought the footage taped was of the hottest available. That tongue of hers didn't want to stop. The actress had clawed the ceiling, deranged by those slurps. 

Amber had taken measures to ensure her meeting with Crystal was not restricted to "talk." The high cut of her leather miniskirt furnished a tasty view of her thighs. A pair of spike heels lent her calves shape. Amber had a set of legs that were nothing less than spectacular: long, sleek, fever-giving. The top buttons of her blouse were undone, giving her tits more swing. When she examined herself in the mirror prior to her departure, she was rocked by her reflection. Mmmmm. By definition, she was a sexual creature of the first order. 

If Crystal wanted her advice, she'd pay dearly for it. 

"Would you care for a drink?" Crystal offered after Amber deposited her gorgeous ass on her sofa. 

Amber engaged her with a sassy look. "Sure. I need to cool off. Throw in an extra ice cube. 

Crystal didn't perceive humor in her comment. Their eyes locked for a moment before she retreated into the kitchen. Amber glanced around and frowned. She sincerely hoped she planned on moving after she got a few more paychecks from Montana. This place was the pits! From the cheap wallpapers to the cardboard furniture, she could barely stomach it. Something needed to be done to improve the picture she saw. 

Crystal returned with a chilled glass of Chablis. Amber supposed that was the best she had to offer. In a few months, she'd get the girl hooked on Dom Perignon; from that moment forward, she'd crave the best. 

Amber brought the glass to her lips, then dipped her tongue into the wine. The gesture had definite carnal overtones. She was delighted to see Crystal digesting every second of her erotic candor. Her blue eyes flickered and her sensual lips parted. 

"What was it you wished to discuss with me?" Amber broached the topic. "You didn't feel like talking at the studio." 

Crystal sighed. "I know this is going to sound absurd, but I wanted to get to know you better. We're never allowed the chance to level with each other, dashing from one scene to the next." She lowered her tone to an octave or two. "I've always admired your work, Amber. You're hot, and it shows in every video you've ever made." 

Amber's lips curved. "How sweet of you to say." 

"I mean it. When I watch you perform, I'm wet. I couldn't begin to copy you—your style is unique. I can understand why your leading men have no problem staying hard. What I guess I'm trying to say, Amber, is that you're the best." 

"That's nonsense. You're gorgeous, honey. You won't have a problem making it in Hollywood. Don't short change yourself. Give credit where it's due." 

Crystal lowered her head. "I doubt I'll be as good as you. I'm much too self-conscious up there. I know everybody is watching me and I make mistakes. I can't block the surrounding faces, the shuffling about. You, on the other hand, can make that transition easy." 

Amber patted Crystal's arm. It was a perfect opportunity to caress her. The girl's skin was velvet-soft. Amber tried to edit the stir it gave her from reaching her expression. It was a charge that could not be readily discounted. Whew! "From what I've seen, you're doing fine. Shake it off, baby. Kick that kind of negativity out of your head." 

Even if Amber barely erased the explosive impulses, she saw that Crystal wasn't as lucky. The girl shivered beneath her calming touch. Rather than soothe her, she kindled a fire. Crystal's vibrations were in full evidence. 

Crystal's lips came down on hers, and in the next moment, they were kissing passionately. Their tits came together in a shivering embrace. Crystal heatedly rubbed herself to Amber, focusing on her delicate mound. Her tongue entered Amber's mouth, searching for her molten core. Amber gladly provided its location. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! The girl turned her on. She was too woozy to think, to react to the events taking place. Everything occurred at a bewildering speed. Amber resolved to go along for the ride, if only to see where it would take her. 

After some soul-stirring kisses, Crystal slid down Amber's length. Amber stretched along the sofa, offering the girl whatever she wished to claim. She moaned as Crystal's lips traveled along her stimulated body. 

Crystal peeled off her skirt, then hooked her thumbs under the band of her panties and dragged them over her hips. Her furred cunt was exposed. Amber was amazed at how smoothly they slipped down her thighs. Before she could brace herself, she was jolted by the warm slurp of her tongue. The sensation differed from other women who went down on her. Crystal indisputably had talent. Her execution was softer, more gratifying. 

"Oh, yeah, honey." She startled herself by her energetic response. The words tore from her throat in shuddering answer to what she had done. "Oh, yes, don't stop!" 

A change came over Crystal. She was no longer shy about the extent of her physical need. She pulled Amber's silken thighs apart, then jabbed her pussy with her tongue. Amber gritted her teeth as that limber tip penetrated her. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! So, she wanted to fuck her, eh? Amber had no problem granting Crystal her wish. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Crystal sighed, availing herself of fresh, juicy cunt. 

Amber arched her back, spread her legs and pushed her cunt into Crystal's face. Crystal was at the ready, lapping at the palatable flesh, darting at her swollen clit. Amber cried out as she drove her into a crazed frame of mind. She knew exactly where it felt good, and once she located her "hot spot," she became relentless. 

"Oh, God!" Amber howled, her body trembling helplessly. She kept licking her, sucking at her cunt, urging her to cum. If Crystal lacked self-assurance, she was mistaken; there was absolutely nothing wrong with her technique. Amber had been eaten by many, but Crystal exhibited a flair. She displayed true, lezzie spirit. 

Christ! She didn't want her to stop! 

Amber's body responded to the constant stimulation. Her distended nipples hurt; instantly, Amber ripped open her top so she could massage them. Her pussy got squishy as Crystal ate. She made her lather heavily with her pliant tongue. She lashed her clit until Amber almost begged for mercy. She saw her blonde curls bob between her silken thighs, delivering heaven with each descent. 

Amber caressed her swollen nipples. Tiny volts coursed through her. Keen from Crystal's appetite, she thrust her soaked pussy into her mouth. She wanted her cunt eaten until exhausted of its natural lubricants. "More, please, more! Oh, yeah, honey. Get it all. Lick me. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. That sweet tongue is driving me crazy. Go ahead, fuck me with your tongue. Slip it into my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh." 

Acknowledging her wish, Crystal rubbed her nose and mouth in her dense thatch. It tickled, but before a smile formed on her lips, she tensed her fluttering tip. Without warning, Crystal sank through Amber's hot squish. She wiggled through the pulsing walls, lapping her clean. 

"Oh, God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

At the height of excitement, Amber was vaguely aware Pete entered the room. She had no reason to believe Crystal's ersatz agent would attempt to join them. Amber had no respect for that weasel of a man. One didn't survive in the porn business by throwing caution to the wind and endorsing someone of his cheap character as his or her career navigator. Amber prudently stood clear of anyone resembling Pete, knowing full well he couldn't begin to properly do her justice. The man exemplified scum of the first magnitude. 

After tonight, she would see to it that Crystal had adequate representation. 

Pete was oblivious to Amber's harsh assumption of him. He beamed down at the two writhing bodies and felt a surge of desire that couldn't possibly be contained. 

Decked out in a pair of shorts and a tank top, Pete revealed quite a bit of his studly body. Although Amber was loathe to admit it, he was assembled rather nicely. She perceived Crystal's base attraction to him. He looked like he could suitably service any woman without trouble. 

Pete walked over to a chair directly across from the sofa and plopped himself down. He threw his muscled legs apart, drawing attention to his crotch. He had an appetizing semi-growing, soon to be a full-fledged hard-on. Judging from what they were doing, that wasn't difficult to imagine. 

Crystal lifted her moist lips from Amber's cunt and gazed at Pete. "I didn't expect you to return so soon." 

"I had a few errands to run," he explained. "Please, don't let me keep you from enjoying your guest." 

Amber sensed a conspiracy. It didn't seem natural for him to emerge from the wings, prepared to watch them go at it. His sudden arrival dovetailed cleanly on their current action. Had Crystal purposefully staged this event? Her instincts led her to believe that. "Maybe we ought to go to my home, Crystal. We'll have plenty of privacy there." 

"Can't Pete watch?" she asked. 

"I believe he gets enough free shows at the studio." 

Pete grinned. "You don't like me, do you, Amber? I mean, you hardly make a secret of it." 

Amber smirked. "Is mind reading another of your talents, Pete? Or perhaps, it's your only one." 

"You misjudge me." 

"I think not." She sat up, displacing Crystal's head between her legs. As far as she was concerned, this session had reached its conclusion. She wouldn't permit herself to be hassled by the likes of Pete. "It's best I leave." 

"So soon?" Crystal asked. "I thought we'd spend some time together." 

Amber trained a withering gaze at Pete. "Not here, baby. Next time, I pick the place." 

Crystal sighed, then slithered over to Pete. She knelt between his outstretched legs, fanning over their hair-dusted length. Crystal didn't seem altogether disappointed to end their session—not when she had Pete as a consolation prize. Amber was further appalled when Crystal dipped into his shorts to remove his cock. For a so-called amateur, Crystal switched partners with relative ease. 

"Come on, Amber. Help me." 

"Help you do what?" 

"Give Pete a chance. He's not the villain you've painted. He'll turn you on like no other man could." 

Amber declined her invitation, yet remained glued to her seat. She watched the extraction of Pete's sex equipment. Crystal slid her thumbs under the opening at his muscled thigh and steered the swollen shaft through it. As his huge dick appeared, Amber swallowed roughly. Crystal rolled back and adjusted his shorts until his full cock and balls were exposed. Engorged, they nearly stopped Amber's heartbeat. Amber had seen men that were perhaps larger, but Pete underscored a desire she was ill-prepared to ignore. Perhaps her loathing of him accentuated a deep-seated lust that thrived just below her immediate surface. 

"Doesn't he have a nice cock?" Crystal enthused, stroking that thick column in her fist. 

Amber was too dumbfounded to speak. Her emotions fluctuated between two extremes. In one breath, she detested the man on sight; in the next, the pulsations of his man's body precipitated sparks of excitement she couldn't begin to understand. She supposed his arrogance actually stimulated her. Cocky men forever attracted her. It was the challenge, the dare they symbolized. The yen to reach for his cock and massage him existed, yet she determined not to pursue it. 

Crystal interpreted Amber's lack of an answer as agreement. She flicked her tongue at the bulbous head. "Mmmmmmmmm, he tastes wonderful." She rolled the tip, rich with saliva, around him. His gasp and flinch of ecstasy incited lust. Her mouth dipped, consuming some of its throbbing length. His entire body exhaled with pleasure as she released him. "Here," she sighed, guiding the spittle-coated shaft toward Amber, "you can suck him, too. Go ahead. You'll love it." 

Amber quivered. Pete's pulsating thing glistened with her bodily fluids. She stared at how thickly it stretched from between his muscular legs. "I ... I," she stammered. Damn it, but that man seized her with yearning. She wanted to hate him, but after having gotten licked by Crystal's exquisite tongue, her armor was stripped bare. "I'd better not." 

"You know you want him," Crystal coaxed. 

Amber swallowed roughly. She supposed she was right. Rising from her seat, she walked over to them. Pete's eyes would not release her. Her emotional structure could not be defined. Foreign sensations ran through both her mind and body. She sighed and parted her lips for him. He inserted his tongue into her mouth and prodded her confused spirits. He moved aggressively, daring her to challenge him. Her defense mechanism eroded under the slippery inspiration of his tongue. The play of his fingers against her buttocks accentuated the mood. From their strength, Amber weakened. She moaned into the hollow of his throat, twisting her lips to his. 

Crystal preoccupied herself by gulping down his cock. She mouthed the wide shaft, attaching herself to it with oral tenacity. Up and down, she forwarded piercing wet vibrations through solid dick. Placing her hands on either side of his inner thigh, she caressed his balls. His groin rose and fell in waves to meet her voracious mouth, his stomach convulsively shaking as she worked him into a furor. 

"Mmmmm," Crystal pined. "Oh, it's so good. Mmmmmmmm! I loved putting my mouth all over it, sucking him hard. Oh, please, Amber. You must have some." 

Amber essentially swooned from their soul-pleasing kiss, her senses ravaged. Pete pulled her severely toward him, devouring her oral sweetness. Woozy, she surrendered to his possessive hand, submitted to his hunger. He stimulated her to heights that reduced her to a wet and trembling state. She cupped his amplified biceps, shivering with anticipation. She was exposed to a realm of lust she hadn't known. 

Christ, he was seducing her, Amber thought, unable to stop him. He transmitted physical demands through his mouth, evoking desires that she could not refute. 

As he released her and peered sternly in her eyes, she saw his fired urgency. Knowing what she must do—what she wanted to do more than anything else—she joined Crystal between his legs. 

Crystal, disengaging her mouth from his cock, sighed with delectation. "Oh, Amber, isn't he all man?" She filled her fist with him, turned on by his dick's strong throb. "Here, take it. Go ahead. You won't want to stop sucking it. Once you get going, you can't resist." 

This time, Amber accepted her invitation. She wrapped her lips over the swollen helmet, then sank on its meaty bulk. He throbbed soundly against her oral clench, reacting to her female warmth. 

"Put it all the way in your mouth," Crystal said. "Suck it slowly, so you can enjoy him. Seems like there is too much cock for your little mouth, huh? I sometimes think that when I blow him." 

Amber relaxed the muscles in her throat and forged southward. Pete's thing inched farther into her oral cavity. She felt the brush of his fingers, spurring her to exhaust more of his shaft. He seemed to breathe more deeply than when Crystal ate him. Gladly, Amber shouldered the responsibility of pleasing him. 

"Wasn't that good? You liked it, didn't you?" Crystal asked after Amber lifted her head. The flush in her cheeks and the dazed glint in her eyes revealed her satisfaction. Crystal centered on the twin points of Amber's nipples bulging through her blouse. The thrust of her hunger changed. "Take your clothes off," Crystal ordered huskily. "Show him everything." 

Amber shed her blouse and skirt as though in a dream. She was oblivious to Crystal's murmur of approval as she got naked. It seemed their characters were transposed. Normally, Amber was the aggressor, calling the shots. Somewhere along the line, she permitted these two to take charge. Being commanded about provided her an unexplained thrill. She wasn't enabled time to analyze her thoughts and instead obeyed them without question. 

Pete nodded as Amber crawled back to her post between her legs and took his stiff cock down her throat. He stroked her bobbing head, advocating her to suck him. "Oh, yeah, ohhhhhhhh, make it all wet with your tongue. Eat the whole thing, uhhhhhhhh." 

Crystal was at the apex of her arousal. Gazing at Amber's succulent nudity as she gobbled Pete inflamed her senses. She recounted those moments Amber spent under her tongue while she collected her fragrant juices. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. When Pete entered the room, she could see how Amber guessed the truth—that he orchestrated the entire incident. Crystal had argued with him that his plan was too pat, too calculated. Pete insisted on proceeding, figuring they had nothing to lose. 

He also knew Crystal would do anything he asked. She was his servant, and now he was about to induct Amber in his stable. Watching Amber's enslavement take place aroused Crystal. She fingered her clit, shivering with delight. Ohhhhhhh! 

Crystal caressed Amber's naked back. Christ, she was soft, smooth, fragrant. "Hey. Leave me some." 

Amber sputtered air as her lips slipped noisily from Pete's hot shaft. His cock didn't suffer neglect very long. Crystal's mouth glided over his thing, making it disappear in an extended sigh. She pumped him with her lips, tugging over the tightly drawn skin. 

Pete groaned. "Yes. Oh, baby, suck me. Swallow me, eat my cock." He clasped her head and piloted her descent. He showed her where it felt best, stilling her so she would wriggle her lips to enhance gratification. He held her fast, then pistoned his hips so he could fuck her face. After having fulfilled that yen, he relaxed. 

"I want some more," Amber complained, pulling at Crystal's arm. 

Crystal softened him a few more seconds with her juicy lips, then dislodged the enormous cock from her throat. "We can share—there's plenty here." 

She moved over, offering her half of Pete's dick. Amber's tongue flicked on one side while Crystal's tickled the other. The buzzed up and down his swollen tool, lavishing him with saliva. 

Pete widened the span of his muscular thighs, inviting their joint suck. His massive chest climbed and fell as he suffocated from their combined nourishment. There was nothing like having two tongues on his dick. Oh, yeah. He loved being worshipped by his willing slaves. He was the man to give them what they craved. 

Amber lapped with a thorough sweetness. His cock went into her mouth in a smoothness that twice displaced Crystal's devoted nibbling. "Mmmmmm." 

Crystal didn't mind. She stroked Amber's deliciously naked body, cuddling her tits. She sighed, those nipples were perfection. She availed herself of the tight stomach, then dipped into her pussy's nest. Amber's clit was hard and throbbing. A small impassioned cry broke. Encouraged, Crystal rubbed her. 

"Ohhhhh!" Amber panted. 

Crystal's finger dogged the turgid love button. Her heart thudded in her rib cage as she watched Amber's enraptured expression graduate to steaming passion. Her lips compressed and trembled. 

"Crystal," she said in a voice heavy with desire. "I want to fuck him." 

"Yes," she favored that whim. "Climb on his lap and mount him. I want you to sit on his big cock." 

Amber did as she was bade, her body tingling powerfully. She stood before Pete, then clutching his knees for support, slowly sat on him. Pete caressed her smooth hips and thighs, steering her onto that steep column. Coming down, her naked back was cushioned by the developed contours of his chest. As his cock slid into her pussy, she expelled her breath in a winded sigh. "Ohhhhhh! Oh, God! Oh, does that feel good! Ohhhhhhh!" He continued pulling her toward him until all had been pushed into her soaked pussy. Between her silken thighs, she stroked his pulsating cock and balls, standing strong and huge inside her. 

Crystal was elated that, though she was going to hump him, Amber elected to face her. It was a positive sign of encouragement to proceed with ravaging her body. She reached between their legs and removed the pulsating hardness from Amber's silken core. Pete's dick bulged in her fist. She stroked him, moist from Amber's hot juice. Both shook as she suspended their torment. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Amber gasped as Crystal maneuvered the swollen cockhead over her pink folds. She rubbed him over her clit, jiggling her into a delirium. His bulbous crown masturbated her, making her even more juicy for penetration. When she was at the limit of her sanity, Crystal pushed him back through the aroused cunt lips. 

"Sink on him!" Crystal commanded. "Cover him with your hot snatch!" 

Amber moaned as she took his entire thing into her cunt. Her pussy widened to fit his whole cock. "Oh, Crystal, he feels so good inside me. Oh, yes. Oh, God, ohhhhhhh!" She floundered, lost in the sea of savory friction. Her head spun. Her clit welcomed the strain of thick meat. 

"Don't you like it?" Crystal tantalized. 

Sighing, Amber nodded. 

Now that Amber was working her ass and pulling at his upright dick with her cunt lips, Crystal snaked her tongue over her clit. She lapped gently, accentuating the famed porn star's desire. Amber was as delicious now as she was moments earlier when she first sampled her juices. Mmmm. She sucked her pussy with relish. 

Amber threw back her head and cried out her pleasure. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Oh, yes, more! Lick me, baby. Lick my cunt." 

Amber summoned all the energy she possessed and impaled herself hard on Pete's dick. The two sensations made for unequaled transport. Her snatch expanded to contain his man's bulk. She sobbed, quaking with delight at Crystal's sweet tonguing. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

Crystal followed her mobile cunt, hemming the swollen clit with molten spittle. She licked at her succulent juices, indulging her thirst for a woman. Each nibble, each slurp amplified her subjugation. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." 

Crystal didn't ignore Pete's throbbing equipment in the least. Her tongue included him in its saliva-rich sweep, lashing at the balls and ample stem. Though she was hot for Amber's snatch, she retained a fierce hunger for cock. Her tongue pleasured them both in its inimitable style. 

Pete knew he could please two women at once. From Amber's slow lingering gyrations, she was near orgasm. Those gorgeous buttocks climbed the greasy surface of his dick, then her snatch grabbed him as she descended. He grunted and secured her hips as he drove through her cunt. 

As he caught a glimpse of Crystal feeding at Amber's pussy, his male ego revolted. He wanted to be the one giving her satisfaction as well. 

Roughly, he took her by the arm. "Come here and sit on my face." 

Crystal panted. "Oh, yes! I want you to lick me! Do me with your tongue." 

She climbed on the chair and lowered her snatch over his mouth. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! His initial lash left her weak with want. 

"Ohhhhh ... fuck me with your tongue!" 

He took a lick of her flowing cunt honey. She shook, gasping for air. His thrust into her slippery depths stunned her. 

"Eat it. Eat my cunt!" 

"Ahhhhhhhh!" he muttered, slobbering. 

He slurped and fucked, giving each what they wanted. His hormones were so stimulated, he felt he could go for hours. Crystal had doubted he could pull this off, but Pete's confidence never once faltered. He just needed the right moment to carry out his plan. 

Amber was aching from thrusting cock. She was soaked, humping Pete with breathless abandon. She couldn't believe she was participating in a three-way with a man she had written off as slime. Yet, she couldn't stop herself—it felt too good! 

"Fuck me!" she whimpered, soundly humping that hard core of meat. "Fuck me, fuck me!" Her voice was hoarse as the need for him to do so overwhelmed her. 

Crystal stirred at the sight of Amber's ravaged expression. She knew how sitting on Pete's dick could leave one unstrung. She was also tempted by the vicinity of her nakedness. She slipped her hands around Amber's tits and cupped them. The nipples were eraser-thick, bulging. "Can't get enough of that big cock, can you?" She wanted to further torment her, but Pete's tongue halted her. She closed her eyes and moaned. "Oh, baby, you do that so good. Don't stop." 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm." 

Amber was frantic. She'd rubbed her clit against Pete's shaft so much, she was torn by contractions. He was making her cum with that big dick. She quivered on her perch, then felt the onslaught of ecstasy. "Oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Pete couldn't hold onto his load any longer. He rocked her violently on his lap, forcing her to acknowledge his burning urgency. The hot fluid was rocketing from his balls. "Here it comes, baby, yeah, here it comes." 

Amber squirmed so violently that his cock became disengaged. Pete came, shooting his creamy amount onto her furry pussy. Amber whined as the warm gush of man stuff collected in and saturated her thatch. She worked the thick goo with her fingers as she spasmed. Her cunt hair moistened into a heavy white lather. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she was still quivering from orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

"Ugghh!" Pete gasped, shuddering. She rubbed his cockhead into the foamy nest, tickling him. Her fingers stroked his length, urging the remnants of his dense expulsion to increase the foam. His tongue left Crystal's snatch for a minute, then renewed its urgent contact. 

"You're making me cum, too!" she squealed. His slurping vibrations robbed her of breath. "Uhhhhh!" She jerked her hips over his face, grazing his tongue with her clit. Consumed with fever, she rocked herself into a stupor. "It's so fucking good! Ohhhh!" 

Pete made short work of her pleasure, delivering the last tasteful smacks to her clit. Her hips jerked stormily, her tits flailing as the crippling seizure took purchase of her nervous system. She slumped to his mouth, drenching wet. She wiped the sweat from her face, then collapsed. 

"Oh, God ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Pete might have popped, but he wasn't nearly through with the two of them. He intended to unleash his full sexual power and give them an accurate sample. 

Just as Amber collapsed from her mount, Pete was dragging Crystal's shivering pussy to his still hard cock. He concentrated on pleasuring her with his mouth, his hands. His kisses were passionate, overwhelming. She tasted his saliva and panted. 

"Oh, Pete," she sighed, nearly worn from that depleting orgasm. 

"Shhhhhhh." His lips suppressed her comments, then invoked her hunger. He was glad that, at length, her tongue met his and reciprocated with desire. Pete's dick throbbed, yearning to be embedded in Crystal's eager cunt. He wanted to penetrate her, even though she might not be ready to receive his stiff cock. Her legs were beginning to wrap around him, her pussy rubbing against his body. 

"This is gonna feel so good, baby," Pete promised in a husky tone. "So good." 

Crystal cupped her tits. The nipples were pointed, dark. "Put it in here," she whispered, indicating her cleavage. Her flesh was moist from exuding perspiration. 

"No," he muttered, attempting to pry her apart. Pete wanted the same from her that he got from Amber. "I want to fuck. Come on, come on—" 

Crystal whimpered. "Try this first." 

Pete hesitated, then reluctantly shifted his groin over her boobs. His excited shaft got so hard he had to hold it down with his thumb until his knuckle turned white. Once nestled in her cleavage, Crystal wrapped her tits around his cock. It felt warm, solid in her soft tent. 

"Move!" she demanded of him. "Move your dick for me!" 

He needed not a second invitation. Pete ground himself into her billowy clutch, grunting his approval after it caught the silken skin of his meat. He buried himself in her damp little pillow, her mammaries soaked with sweat. From the direction of his vacant stare, Crystal saw he was concentrating on her swollen nipples as he rubbed himself. He probably attributed their hardened condition to the friction of his huge thing. 

"Yes!" she cried, stimulated by his lusty reaction. She squeezed her knees together, fantasizing that her pussy was receiving the thick shaft exclusive to her tits. "Fuck me there! Oh, God, I want to feel you shoot on my nipples! Please, baby, cum on my tits! You can do it. I want you to do it. You're so big, I can hardly cover you with my tits. Oh, yes, keep going, I want you to jizz my nipples. Ohhhhhhhh!" 

Pete humped her tits even harder, straining himself in her cushiony embrace. The bristly hairs on his thighs irritated her skin, but Crystal weathered the discomfiture. She studied his intense expression and he sent the length of his cock between her tits. She was glad he was receiving maximum pleasure. 

Pete hammered his dick within Crystal's boobular groove, accelerating his hips. Covering her hands with his, he brought her tits to an even tighter crush. Through his frantic passage, she felt the heavy pulsations of his meat. 

"Ohhhhhh, baby," Pete groaned. His eyes were shut, his lips thinned, his cheeks shaking. The manner he thrust into her tit tent signified he was at the summit of pleasure. 

"Oh, God!" Crystal wailed, exposed to his climbing temperature. Wetness dripped from her pussy. She was excited by the fact she was making him cum. "Cum, baby, cum. I want you to cum so much. Shoot it all over me! Yes! All over me!" 

"Arrrgghhhhh!" Pete growled through clenched teeth. He couldn't believe he was already there again. "Ughhhhhhhhhh! Ughh! Ughhhhhhhhhhh! Ughhhhhhh!" 

Crystal felt the hot collection of fluid spew on her neck, chin and cheeks. She watched it eject from Pete's angry red shaft smothered in her tits. He squirted on her aroused, moist flesh. She squirmed, receiving his thick quantity in a dense splash. 

She peered up at him. The blood had drained from his face as he emptied himself on her. The lines of tension melded into a reflection of peace. Taking his cock in his fist, he massaged it until the last drops of cum splattered her tits. 

Amber, revived, lowered her mouth to Crystal's tits and began licking Pete's spent cum. The more she lapped, the stronger her taste for him grew. She alternated between slurping Crystal, then giving Pete a dose of her hot drool. His cock refused to get soft. He thrived beneath her cleansing tip. 

Pete grinned. Yes, everything was going according to his plan. All he needed was a few more hours with Amber and he'd change her mind. She would start seeing things his way. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Montana couldn't begin to understand the turmoil her studio was going through. She had just finished listening to Stan York's tirade about being suddenly dumped as Amber Lake's agent. Pete, Crystal's boyfriend, was named his successor. Stan practically involved Montana in that insane decision process. No amount of soothing could counter his angry attack. He was convinced the entire incident had been precipitated by Montana to assist Pete and bring consolidation to the industry. 

"What's wrong?" Rusty asked, noting Montana's puzzled expression. 

"I wish I knew." 

Montana didn't want trouble. She supposed she didn't mind Pete's usurping Stan's authority and stealing his client, but intensely disliked the antagonism it created. Montana preferred harmony in a highly charged atmosphere. She resolved to have a talk with Amber and learn the basis for her change in representation. 

"Want a back rub?" he offered. 

Montana smiled. "Please." 

She settled onto the bed, letting Rusty's expert fingers rid the day's frustrations from her body. She was surprised by the quality of the massage. Few men truly understood the art and gave it a halfhearted effort, figuring a few minutes was sufficient foreplay. Rusty argued that theory. He seemed committed to forwarding her pleasure, not gearing it toward his. 

"Oh, yes," Montana sighed, loving every second his fingers delved into her weary flesh. "More." 

She wiggled her ass as he plied his magic. He was destined to please her. Rusty never veered from that objective. His enjoyment stemmed from hers. Even when he carried out his passion before the camera, he seemed to have her on his mind. Rusty did well on video. He would enjoy success beyond his wildest dreams. His lusty reactions were accurately transferred to tape. She anticipated the numbers her accountant would furnish after the video was released. Even a simpleton could perform the math. Rusty would make her a fortune. 

Prior to Stan's inflammatory call, Montana had entertained the thought of fooling around with Rusty. They had just returned from a long day at the studio. Montana's stress was blinding. Running an operation like Wildwood thoroughly depleted her. At some point soon, she would have to consider a vacation—perhaps an extended tour of Europe, just to let her brain mend. There were far too many conflicts to handle on a daily basis. 

"Do you like that?" he asked, streaming up and down her bare back. 

"Very much." She had already removed her clothes. With the exception of her panties, she was naked. Rusty, also, had stripped down to his briefs. He would have been out of them if he hadn't listened to her startled half of that phone conversation. "You know just where to go." 

"Of course, I do." His breathing deepened. "You sure are soft. You're giving me one big hard-on, fondling you like this." 

"I'll be sure to take care of it," she said, huskily. She gasped as he zeroed in on a sensitive spot. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. In another five minutes, that is." 

Rusty chuckled. His moment of amusement was short-lived as Montana writhed before him. Her excellent ass captured his erotic imagination. He thought of a number of things he would love to do with it. 

The phone clattered a moment later, interrupting her blissful reverie. Montana's first impulse was to ignore it, but remembering Stan's furious words, she sighed and snatched up the receiver. "Yes?" 

"Montana? It's Crystal. I must see you, immediately." 

Crystal's urgent tone accelerated Montana's heartbeat. "What's wrong?" 

"I can't discuss it over the phone. Would it be all right to come over?" 

Her up-and-coming star sounded desperate. Montana rarely encountered that tone in Crystal. The girl was normally cheerful. "Certainly. Do you know where I live?" 

"I'm sitting in my car across from your house, on my cellular phone." 

"I'll buzz you in." Montana replaced the phone and tossed Rusty a puzzled look. "It must be a full moon. Now Crystal's upset and at my front door." 

Rusty sighed. "Talk about perfect timing." 

"She needs me. What can I say?" 

Rusty smiled. "Then invite her in and we'll see if we can't give her some peace of mind." 

"Thanks." 

Montana was grateful for Rusty's compassion. Most men wouldn't have tolerated such an interruption. It proved, at least to her, that she selected the right man. Although he was almost twelve years her junior, he had the necessary maturity to make a relationship work. Montana wasn't sure if she wanted to get serious with him, but from what she'd seen of Rusty, the chemistry between them was strong. 

Crystal, standing at her doorstep, looked thoroughly rattled. Montana immediately guessed she and Pete had had a falling out—that much was blatantly apparent. The light in those blue eyes had dimmed and the full, sensual lips were thinned. Tension lined her softly beautiful face. 

"What's he done now?" was all Montana could blurt. 

"He's got the woman he wants, and it isn't me," she said, collapsing into Montana's arms. "I'm a failure. I couldn't hang onto my man." 

Montana strongly embraced her, then gave her a loving pat on the back. "You're wrong. He's the one who blew it. Don't you know how the minds of most men work? They constantly believe the grass is always greener on the other side." 

"That's not entirely true," Rusty intervened. "Some of us aren't total dicks." 

Montana nodded. "He's right. There are exceptions to the rule." 

When Crystal saw Rusty, she backed away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interfere with your cozy evening." 

"It's okay," Montana comforted. "You're a valuable person to me, Crystal. Your wholesome outlook is of vital importance to me, as well as the studio. If I can't offer emotional support to those in my employ, then I'm not doing my job." 

Crystal sniffled. "I guess I didn't expect such kindness from someone in the porn business." 

"We're one big happy family, honey. What we do may make eyes pop, but it doesn't mean we're ruthless people." 

"Of that, I'm in complete agreement," Rusty remarked. 

"Sit down and give us the low down," Montana instructed. "I want details." 

Crystal related the story of Amber's seduction at her place, along with her subsequent exclusive signing with Pete. She was filled with shame for her part in the scam. "It wasn't fair to Amber. She was blind-sided." 

Montana waved off her protestations. "Amber is a big girl. For someone of her circumspect character to fall prey to the likes of Pete surprises me. I hope you learned from this. You have to know someone a little better before placing your future in their hands." 

"Don't I know it now," she sighed. "Now that he has Amber, he doesn't even want me to touch him. He's rejected me sexually. I've been reduced to a material object. He has no interest in me beyond my ability to provide him income. God. I feel as though I've aged years in the past several months. I have a better idea of how things work than I ever did." 

"In the morning, we'll meet with Stan York. He may be a hothead, but you'll find a very reliable agent in him. He'll give you a fair shake." 

"Do you really think he'll want to handle someone inexperienced? I mean, I'm not exactly established. I haven't professionally proven myself."

"As long as you're at Wildwood, you'll find routine employment." Montana shook her head. "As for Amber, well, I assume Pete will try to take her to another company to earn top dollar. He'll capitalize on her as much as possible, until her earning power diminishes. I'm afraid Amber has almost burned herself out. That was why I was searching for some new talent, as insurance. I believe I've found her successor: you." 

Crystal brightened. "That's a pretty big pair of shoes to fill." 

"You can do it. I can spot the ones who are truly gifted, and between you and Rusty, I think you'll help keep Wildwood Productions as the forerunner of adult video entertainment." 

Montana's touch did more than soothe Crystal. She began to breathe roughly, gazing at Rusty. Talk of her impending popularity and inevitable success helped her confidence return. 

Rusty stood before her, his crotch inches from her beautiful face. The blood was oozing into his cock, making it big. "When do we get to make our first picture together?" he wondered aloud. 

Montana was pleased the two of them got along. "Indulge yourself right now," she encouraged. "Live out the fantasy. It's okay. Let's turn the moment into a chemistry test." She got hot seeing Crystal so turned on. That gorgeous face and memory of those sumptuous nipples did it for her. An overwhelming urge to eat Crystal possessed Montana. She could not shed that inclination. 

"You sure would like it," Rusty said, his voice thickening with desire. "I can do the both of you so good, you'll be begging for more. I'll bet your pussy's so wet it'll just slide right in. But I wouldn't just fuck you—I'd like to lick you first. I want to see what that pussy tastes like." 

Crystal's boobs rose and fell. Her breathing deepened considerably. They were definitely tempting her. Her fists balled up and she was shaking. "Are you certain you two wouldn't rather be alone? I could go somewhere else, give you some privacy." 

"Don't be foolish," Montana purred. "You know it's going to be better than you ever dreamed." Her shivering sent Montana's body temperature upward several notches. She knew what to expect, licking the pussy of someone so horny. Montana wanted to slurp her snatch while Rusty was inside it, fucking her brains out. Montana would get to taste him as well as her. 

Rusty took her hand and clamped it over his stiff bulge. "Feel that, baby? Doesn't that tell you we want you to stay and join us? You know we're going to end up working together. Let's get used to each other. Come on, it'll be the best ever. You won't want me to stop." He urged her to verify its rigidity. "It's like a pipe. That's what happens when I think of hot pussy. You've got one, don't you? Yeah, I'll bet you do." His voice was low, sexy. He could see Crystal's resistance visibly wane. She made no attempt to remove her hand. Rusty's tone mesmerized her. "Imagine how nice it would feel going up your little snatch, all of it taking command of your body, going where it always belonged. Oh, yeah. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

Crystal rubbed it, hypnotized by its throb. "Yes, yes, it would be nice." 

"It'll be fun and games between the three of us. We'll satisfy each other's fantasies. I've wanted to make it with you since the first day I saw you at the studio. I knew you were hot. I'm sure you've always wanted to feel a big cock in your pussy, stroking you the way it was intended."

She increased the pressure over his dick. The heat seemed to course through her kneading fingers. "I've had big ones before." 

"Not like this one, doll. Once you've been fucked by me, you won't want anybody else." The confidence in his voice underscored what she likely felt. "Ask any one of Wildwood's female stars. I've been practicing." 

"You'll love it," Montana crooned. "Go ahead, take that thing out of his underwear and get a good look at it. Run it through your fist. Feel it throb. Oh, Crystal, do it. You won't be sorry." 

Crystal shifted on the chair. Her defiance had noticeably dissipated. That energetic revolt she exhibited earlier appeared to have been abandoned. Montana felt her stir beneath her weaving touch. She cupped those tits, giving her nipples a tweak. She didn't flinch. If anything, she seemed more receptive than ever. 

"Come on, baby, let's get those clothes off so I can fuck you," Rusty croaked. "My balls are just aching to get in that pussy and give you the fuck you need." 

Rusty's apparent need for her perceptibly turned her on. She could not deny him another moment; moreover, she seemed woozy while groping his cock. 

Her garments were shed in sensual fashion. Montana participated in discarding them. She undid her blouse, letting it drop from her shoulders. Big, satisfying tits emerged to Rusty's delight. The nipples were discolored, erect. The swinging globes were pliable in her grasp. She moaned aloud as Montana puckered them, covering her swollen nipples with her mouth. Montana had to suppress her hunger, if only to get her completely naked. The skimpy shorts she had on slid easily from her appetizing legs. Those trim thighs made Montana's panties damp. She would have loved wrapping them around her head again. When she got off Crystal's panties, Rusty drooled. 

They guided her onto the bed. No other place would do. 

"Yeah, baby, you've got a nice pussy." 

The triangular formation was the object of their joint fascination. Montana remembered dipping her tongue in there, gleaning it of its fragrant moisture. Now Rusty would get his turn. She knew she, too, would avail herself of some. A second sampling of those tangy juices would be sheer heaven. This time, their session could conceivably last all night. 

"Mmmmmm," Rusty groaned, displaying his hunger. "I love to suck tits. Let me show you how much, baby. I want to make those nipples sing." 

Crystal lowered herself on her back, allowing him to indulge himself. Each boob was given separate attention. He planted his mouth on the areolae while his tongue flicked the stiff nubs. Her nipples throbbed in their erect state. They bulged for a second and third pass of his knowledgeable tongue. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. It felt so incredible, she was dazed, but moist. 

Montana couldn't wait. Her tongue flicked at her pussy. Her starved tip divided those plush lips, feeling the ooze gush from her slit. Mmmmmmm. Montana was thirsty for that buttery warmth. She inserted her tongue into Crystal's cunthole, fucking her as deeply as she could. Crystal responded exactly as she had anticipated. Her flesh was theirs for the taking. 

"Ohhhhhhhh," Crystal gasped, taking immense satisfaction in their efforts. "You're driving me out of my mind. I can't believe how well you use your tongue. You make my flesh tingle with each lick. Ohhhhh, suck harder on me, yes! Squeeze my tits in your hands. Crush them, ohhhhhh. Do it some more. It feels so good. Oh, yes. It feels so good the way you fondle them." 

Rusty preoccupied himself with the plump mammaries. He pinched the billowy mass of firmness with a grunt. He seemed appreciative that Crystal was so well-endowed. He worshipped the smooth surface of her flesh with his mouth. He especially liked massaging her nipples with his thumbs, experiencing the hardening process as they responded to him. He stuffed as much of her tit between his lips and sucked powerfully. Each tug brought a louder cry from Crystal. She was shattering her senses, giving her something she desperately needed. Rusty gladly provided her that missing element. That service also addressed the urge that burned through him. 

Montana gave Crystal head she wouldn't soon forget. The lashes she administered had her shuddering for more. Her tongue rolled over her clit in a lazy fashion, then repeated the action much faster. Crystal gasped, reaching for her head. Montana eluded her gasp, wanting to giving her an early orgasm. She remembered the first time she got Crystal to cream. The girl vibrated until she exploded with her legs wrapped securely about her head. Crystal gave the impression it was the best oral sex she had ever received. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh, eat me, eat me," she moaned. "Suck my pussy. Oh, God, lick me good. Get my cunt juicy with your hot spit. Tongue me. Sink it into my pussy. Tongue-fuck me, baby. Oh, yeah. Like that. More. Oh, yeah, more. Lap those tangy juices. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh." She grit her teeth, her voice strained as Montana's tongue explored her pussy. No section of her crevice escaped her lumbering search. 

A tug-of-war for Crystal's sexual attention ensued. Rusty enticed her with his mouth while Montana attempted to win her over with her pliable tongue. Each effected a style that dismantled her mental frame. She couldn't decide which brought her greater satisfaction. Both worked very hard at getting her to moan, which she did extensively. 

Crystal writhed in splendor, enjoying their pleasuring hands and mouths. Montana could see how she clamored for Rusty. Having him play with her tits was a thrill that got her cunt soaking with desire. Montana tasted the proof. She was drenched, awaiting that big dick. 

Thinking about what she was about to enjoy got Montana hot, too. Fucking Rusty was a treat. She thought about giving him a blow job. Taking his dick into her mouth and sucking it before it went into that sugar-coated pussy would give Montana a thrill 

But, no—that privilege was reserved for Crystal. If Montana blew him, it would defeat the purpose of seducing her. She would swallow cum intended for a massive infusion that should occur inside Crystal. Montana would wait her turn. She trusted Rusty would have more than enough left afterward; if not, Montana knew exactly how to regenerate it. 

Rusty's mouth was plastered on Crystal's boob, sucking the proffered nipple. He was excited by the nub-like shape, his erection jutting through his underwear. His thing looked so big, Montana thought he'd exceeded his regular size. The strain of that cock got her excited. Mmmmmmmmmm. What a mouth-filling dick Rusty had. 

"I love these tits," he mumbled. "I can't get enough of them. Mmmmmmmmmm. I can't stop licking them. Oh, baby, mmmmmmm." 

"Yes," Crystal trembled, laying across the bed. She surrendered to the toil of his lips, his fingers. His later mouthfuls got her panting. "Suck those big tits. Satisfy yourself, baby. Suck them good. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Your mouth is getting me so fucking excited." 

Montana saw her reach for his hard cock, brushing her fingers against its swollen outline. Heat radiated from the stiff wedge in his drawers. She stroked it. Montana recalled the irresistible sensation of it sliding into her own pussy. Crystal was going to become familiar with that sensation—and love every second it occupied her snatch. After she made more than a handful of videos, she anticipated Rusty would be her number one leading man. 

"Ahhhhh, that's it, fondle me," Rusty grunted. "Take my cock out, fill your fist with it." 

Rusty, absorbed in sucking her boobs, was alert to Montana's hunger for him. He felt her shaking, knew she wanted to suck on him, too. Montana's pussy dripped with lust, juice oozing from her swollen cunt lips. She wanted to climb onto him and fuck him with her tight pussy, but knew he had to give Crystal the first ride. Affording Crystal total stimulation in every form was essential. 

Stretching her limbs, she took his cock and rubbed it. He swelled in size, responding to her gentle manipulation. She didn't seem the least shy about going for it. In the past few weeks, Crystal certainly learned to simply grab one and do as the script instructed. 

"Get it out, baby," he gasped, thrusting his pelvis in her direction. "Suck it. Come on and suck me. Get it big, make it throb. It wants your hot, sucking lips all over it, making a sloppy mess." 

Montana prompted her to obey with some slurps of her own. Crystal's juices flowed into her mouth. She lapped that mound with delectation. Mmmmm. The extent of Rusty's stimulation went right down her throat. 

His underwear was yanked over his hips. Crystal tugged Rusty out in a blur. She panted, not even seeing what she did. His massive cock was cumbersome, but she managed. He was throbbing, stretching wonderfully in her fist. Crystal was ecstatic over his dimensions. Her features reflected her delight—from the flashing eyes to the curved lips. She was glad to find Rusty a well-hung man. 

"Look how stiff you got me, baby," he said, lifting his wet mouth from her nipple. "It's pumped full of excitement, stiff as a pipe." 

Montana again was seized by an impulse to plunge her mouth upon it and give him some succulent head—just barely resisting. Her taste buds screamed for some hot cum. She skipped the opportunity in lieu of Crystal's oral enjoyment. She wanted to see how she was going to suck it. Montana was interested in knowing how those lips were going to pucker his thickness and provide Rusty some sizzling, heart-stopping moments. 

"Let me fuck you with it," he muttered. 

"No," she whispered. "I want to suck it first." 

"But it wants to fuck you," he insisted in a deeper voice. "Come on, lay back and enjoy." 

Crystal made an attempt to disregard his instructions, but Rusty pinned her onto her back. Her big melons molded themselves against his muscular chest, their nipples bunched together. She was no match for his strength. He could stop three men at one time, if prepared. 

"Let him fuck you," Montana ordered Crystal. "It'll feel great. You won't want him to stop. You'll keep cumming and cumming." She turned up her body heat several notches by flicking Crystal's love button with her tongue. "You want that big thing crammed between your legs, don't you?" 

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Crystal moaned, receiving her tickling and hot saliva. 

His dick gravitated to her juicy cunthole, its bloated crown hunting for her clit. Rusty displaced Montana. There wasn't room for her face and his cock. "Come on, baby, let's fuck." 

Crystal hesitated. The impression of his rigid thing began its intoxicating effect. Her pussy obviously burned with hot need. The need to be penetrated. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she sobbed, her excitement mounting. 

At last his cock pulsated against her wet love button, nudging it tenderly. Each time he pushed his hard self onto her snatch, she shivered with delight. Chills rushed through Montana's entire body, seeing that dick gain purchase. She just wished it was her. 

"Ohhhhhhhh," she moaned. 

"You like that, huh?" He gave her a few more prods. "Feels good, doesn't it?" 

Crystal was reluctant to admit her satisfaction. His rubbing cockhead provoked a fresh release of woman juice. The presence of his stiff cock against her pussy lips sharpened her appetite. How easy it would be for him to lower it into her sluiced cunthole. And it would be simple for her to cry out as he sunk himself to the hilt. 

"You don't want him to stop, do you?" Montana taunted. "You want that whole cock filling your pussy. You know it's going to be terrific and gratifying. Let him fuck you, Crystal. Let him fuck you with that big, throbbing dick." She stroked Crystal's bare ass as she fed her that directive. Her skin was wonderfully smooth. 

"Yes," she murmured, writhing passionately beneath him. "I want him to continue. I love it. More. I want to get fucked by it." 

Rusty appeared smug. Clearly he had the edge. He increased his seductive pressure, grinding himself to her juicy cunt lips. "All I have to do is push, and it'll slip right into your warm snatch. Jesus, you're wet—just soaking with juice. I'm gonna have to buckle down good while I fuck you. I wouldn't want to fly off before I shoot." 

Crystal trembled. Her desire to be fucked doubled with each passing second. She was on the verge of thrusting her loins, spearing herself on him. 

Rusty, unable to wrestle with his consuming lust, became more aggressive. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her long sleek legs high. Crystal, in a surge of weakness, kicked them up into the air. 

"Ohhhhh," she whimpered in surprise. 

"I want to get in deep, baby," he gasped. He spread them to convenience his hips. His cock stood straight out, pulsating. He wanted to nail her good with that first, penetrating thrust. 

Crystal put her hand up in a plea for him to retreat, but Rusty wasn't having any more of her protestations. His need was far too overwhelming. She was breathing roughly, shaking her head slowly. "Give it to me. Go ahead. I want it. Let me have it." 

"Yeah," Montana prodded. "Fuck her, baby, fuck her. Slide into that wet pussy. Bury yourself in her hot snatch. Push your whole dick into her." 

"Oh, yeah," he groaned, sinking his cock into her. All twelve inches sank into her cunt, spreading her moist lips wide. He let out a whoop as she engulfed him with squish. He jerked his way through, making his entrance complete. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh." She was instantly lost in her passion. There was no faking it. Rusty was incredible. His equipment turned her on. She let him into her pussy and gave him what he needed to get off. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" 

Montana trembled. Watching Rusty put it in Crystal made her horny beyond compare. She could imagine what it felt like on the receiving end, feeling that solid shaft slither into that eager pussy. It had to be heaven, itself. 

Crystal totally gave herself over to the enjoyment of their connection. She left nothing unsaid to express her excitement. "Fuck me, baby, work my pussy. Work me with that hard dick. Grind me with it. Yes. Fuck me good. Make me moan. Stick it deep into my cunt." 

Montana chimed in. "Make her sob, Rusty. Shove your dick into that hot pussy. Let her feel every bit of it. Pump her good, show her how excited she got you. Isn't it a trip, Crystal? Isn't he a good fuck? Mmmmmmmmm, let him fuck you— fuck that juicy snatch of yours. Get in there, Rusty, all the way and push that entire monster into her warm snatch—right down to the balls." 

Rusty rapidly jerked in and out of her slippery cunt hole, savoring its sweet pull. Crystal's pussy caught the skin of his cock and afforded him a rush. 

"This is what you need, baby—to be packed with my meat," he mentioned between gasps. "You're not going to get this kind of satisfaction anywhere else—no matter where you look." 

Their groins produced squishing sounds as they joined. His hard dick sailed into her juicy crevice, plunging deep, filling her with its wild pulsations. Their bodies became slick, their sweat pores opening as they fought to maintain their heated vise. Each urgent stroke from Rusty brought their release closer. 

Closing her eyes, she was obviously lured into a fantasy world. Getting fucked, feeling her pussy buckle from his jamming cock, was utter fulfillment. She apparently loved when it rubbed against her hot clit. It was as though she could lay back for days, receiving his hard thing, and be content. 

"Ohhhhhh. I love when your cock fills my pussy," she wailed. "All that hard meat, ramming into my cunthole, plugging me up. Fuck me, baby, give it all you've got. Mmmmmmmmm, yes, fuck me hard." 

Rusty's brow dripped profusely. He studied her rapturous expression. "My dick feels great pushing into your warm slot. So wet inside, makes me hot— so hot that I've got to fuck you harder. Yeah, how's that, doll? Feel good, my cock sliding between your gorgeous legs? Squeeze me with your pussy. Arrgghhhh, nice, real nice. I'm gonna keep fucking you until you beg me to stop." 

Crystal's shoulder blades dug into the mattress of the bed. She clenched her fists and willed herself to meet Rusty's driving shaft. The impact of his hammering cock made her incredibly moist. 

Montana heard her juicy lips covering him, soaking him. Heatedly she responded to his pounding dick. Montana got so horny, she thought she'd go insane. She wanted that thing penetrating her. 

"You want to fuck me, huh?" Rusty muttered. "Want to hump me with your cunt? Okay, do it. Bang it against me, baby. Ahhhhh, come on, more. You're getting wetter by the second. Mmmmmm, it feels like you're dragging me down that sweet hole. Let me ram it in hard a few times and show you how you're supposed to fuck. Ahhhhhh. Isn't that good? Doesn't that make your cunt hot? Now, give me a few thrusts to show me what you learned." 

Though determined to enhance his pleasure, Crystal was unable to compete with his powerful smacking. Receiving that thick cock deep in her pussy was more than she could handle. Rusty's vigorous wallops caused her to retreat, unable to sustain the continual impact. She moaned loudly as his oncoming shaft sank far into her cunt. She released all command of her muscles, submitting entirely to him. He plunged freely into her pleasure pit. 

"Fuck me with it," she pleaded, assuming a more passive role. "Slam your cock into me as hard as you can. Ohhhhhh. More. I want more of that. I love it, ohhhhh, I love it!" 

Rusty gripped her shoulders to gain better leverage in his aim, then sent his throbbing member home. Crystal buckled under him, groaning aloud at the satisfying collision of cock and pussy. After several resounding smacks, Crystal found herself slamming the heels of her feet into the bed to brace her loins. 

"Oh, my God!" she wailed. "Again! Keep fucking me, baby, keep fucking my hot pussy. Ohhhhhhhh!" 

Rusty drove fiercely into her drenched cunt. Montana was very aware of the fact he would soon be cumming. Fucking a woman like that brought on swift orgasm. 

Montana repositioned herself so she could lick them both while they were joined. She wanted to taste that cock pounding into her pussy. She envied him reaching into that silken heat. His cock must have felt tiny sparks of pleasure swirling around its taut skin. Those juices seeping from those excited lips had to be rich with flavor. Montana's face was inches from his hard dick, between those muscled legs. She saw his balls rocking back and forth with determination. Crystal moaned as that shaft was jammed into her snatch. Montana watched it disappear and almost experienced the same ache of delight absorbing it. Ohhhhhhhhhh. She was envious. She had to be getting off big time. 

Montana let out her tongue and lapped that bulging stem as it emerged from Crystal's cunt. She traced the pink rim that fought to contain him. The juices that spilled were tangy indeed. She helped herself to them, downing them with joy. Mmmmm. Rusty had gotten her very excited. 

"Ohhhhhhh. You're making me cum," Crystal moaned. Her cunt lips locked about his pumping shaft. "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Montana could feel the orgasmic explosion occurring in her snatch just by molding her lips to them. Her tremors were somewhat muffled by his body. Crystal lost control of herself, spasming beneath Rusty. The moist tightening and vibrating muscles seemed to urge him to cum, too. 

"Here it comes, baby," he groaned. "Hot cum—a whole lot of it. Ugghhhh. Uggghhhhhhhhh. I'm creaming in your pussy, baby. So much. I've got so much for you." He discharged himself heavily into her cunt, the burst of jism roaring out of his balls. He buried his face into her shoulder as he heavily spasmed. 

Orgasm did not end the session, but brought it to a new level. Rusty never got soft. He kept fucking that pussy through his spent cum, jamming his cock into that hot pussy. Montana found his appetite remarkable. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh. You sure know how to please a woman," admitted Crystal. 

Montana wasn't to be outdone. She wanted to suck all the cum out of her pussy. She wanted some of Rusty, too. She licked around that pulsating cock, eager to get her share. Crystal panted as she became more aware of the pleasure Montana furnished her. Montana's mouth was attached to both cock and cunt, venting a fierce, suctioning force. 

Crystal let out yet another delicious shiver as Montana slurped her juicy snatch. Each cunt-lapping stroke of Montana's tongue brought her closer to another orgasm. Its curl riveted her. 

"Let me do her for a while," Montana told Rusty. "I want to suck her." 

Montana was surprised to see Rusty pull that swollen thing from her well-fucked cunt lips. He was soaked with cum, his shaft gooey. Montana licked off the remnant white stuff, giving him a fast thrill. She smiled as he groaned at her oral technique. 

"God, that feels good," he muttered, watching her tongue flick over his tender cock. 

"Lay back and watch," Montana instructed him. "Then I want you to fuck me." 

Montana licked the flow of love oil as it seeped from Crystal's pussy. Rusty's cum was mixed with it, enhancing the tang. She engaged Crystal with her tip, making her squirm. The girl enjoyed every second of being orally probed. One quiver led to another. 

"Yes," she sobbed. "Oh, yes." 

Crystal responded animatedly to Montana's eating. She ran her tongue over her lips as her breath came in short gasps. Her clit quivered in elation. "Ohhhhhhhhh. You're so good, you're making me ooze all over your face. Ohhhhhhhh, all the sweetness just keeps pouring out of me, spilling on that tongue of yours." 

"Mmmmmm! I love it. I can't stop myself ..." Montana's fingers pried her cunt lips apart until she had a tantalizing view of her moist clit. The insides of her snatch were a luscious pink in contrast with her pale skin. Montana's predatory instincts were aroused, along with her clit. A few more licks and Crystal would be through. Then Montana wanted Rusty to slide his dick right up her wet cooze and give her what she really needed. 

Torrents of love juice streamed from her cunt, much of it attended to by Montana's alert tongue. She pushed her face into Crystal's cunthole, dousing herself with its fragrant smell while tickling her clit. She squirmed passionately on her ass cheeks, absorbing the pleasure produced by Montana's nose and lips. In return, she emitted her thick, tangy gush. Jism seeped from her crevice. 

Crystal was delirious. "That's it, baby, wipe yourself all over it. It feels so good, ohhhhhhh. Lick me, soak up that juice. Suck me, oh, baby, yes, yes! Swallow all you can." 

She held Montana's head, guiding her to the desired areas she wanted to be lapped. She moaned deeply once her active tongue made sweet contact. Her clit was throbbing to fever pitch, radiating impulses that left her weak. Joy engulfed her repeatedly as Montana made her juices spout. She rocked her cunt to and from her face, dragging air from her lungs. Montana sure knew what she was doing. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! She ate her so sweetly, she thought she would lose her mind. 

Having sufficiently indulged herself with expert muff diving, Montana altered her tactics. She took her middle finger and plunged it into Crystal's rectum. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," she yelped in surprise. She choked back her previous moans as the digit disappeared up her shapely rump. "Montana, what are you doing? Oh, God. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

Turning a deaf ear to her pleas, Montana began to pump her inserted finger luxuriously in Crystal's butt hole. There was initial resistance, but the drifting moisture of her cunt served as a lubricant. It felt nice, sliding in and out of her. Crystal sure had a fine pair of buns on her. Montana's appetite flared just gaping at those hot cheeks. "Just relax and let those muscles loosen up. This will be fine." 

Crystal wasn't buying. "Stop it, please." 

Rather than adhering to her request, Montana lowered her mouth and licked her neglected clit. After several ecstasy-rendering strokes, her snatch oozed with fresh juice. Though she was still not quite receptive to her anal invasion, her disapproval waned. 

"Montana," she murmured, swooning from the combined effect of clit-nibbling and ass-pumping. "Yes, it does feel good. Please, don't stop. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That's it, baby, that's it, lick me harder, press your tongue on it. Ohhhhhhhh, yes, that's where, baby. Suck me, do me. I love when you eat it, it makes me all hot." 

Coordinating the movement of tongue and finger, Montana knew she had successfully manipulated Crystal. She brought her to the desired state of seduction. Soon, Crystal would cum and then Rusty could shove his cock into her. He'd be only too glad to oblige Montana. She intended to fuck him silly. 

Ramming her finger home, she made Crystal moan. It probed deeply into the warm, narrow passage. She finger-fucked her in smooth fashion. The ache caused by her plunging digit was canceled by her saliva-rich strokes. She became agreeable to rectal penetration, oozing into Montana's gulping mouth. Mmmmmmmmmm. Montana fed on her secretions, happily swallowing all Crystal provided. 

"I'm so wet down there," Crystal purred. "Can't keep it from pouring out of my snatch. Ohhhhhhhh, Montana, you're making me cream with that sweet tongue. God, you sure know what you're doing. You're going to make me cum with those lips sucking my juices, licking me clean. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, my God. Yes! More." 

Montana knew she'd gotten Rusty incredibly aroused. He was much too quiet, observing her lust-provoking actions. She heard his breathing deepen as she worked on Crystal. He likely wanted to fuck her this very minute. 

Montana sucked frantically on Crystal, wanting her cunt to be sopping. Despite all the wetness she gulped, she seemed to produce more. Her stimulated response made Montana even hornier. 

Montana jabbed into her buns. The leakage from Crystal's snatch flowed to her finger and helped make it disappear. She reached as high as she could, heightening her sobs. 

Crystal swallowed hard, her eyes rolling in their sockets. "Oh, baby, you're going to make me cum. My pussy's on fire—it's burning up. I'm gonna cream all over your face. Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" 

As she went into orgasm, Rusty could hold himself back no longer. He could feel the heat radiate from between Montana's thighs. He trembled as he groped her. A few strokes made him incredibly hard. His dick pulsated with anticipation. After having listened to Crystal's wanton cries, he was ready to fuck Montana. His shaft stretched thickly from his groin, long and solid. A small beat of cum escaped from the bloated head. 

Montana's mouth curved. "Do it, baby. Fuck me. Slide into my cunt. I want you in my pussy." 

"I'm cumming," Crystal moaned. "Ohhhhhh! Oh, God." She quivered against Montana, unable to control the flood of contractions. The muscles in her ass tightened around her embedded digit, carrying Montana with her to ecstasy. "Ohhhhhh!" 

Rusty nestled Montana in his arms. She elevated her hips so that she was level with his groin. His hands were on her ass, dragging her to his stiff cock. In one thrust, Rusty impaled Montana. His hard dick bore into her pussy. Penetration occurred so quickly and in a hot, quivering second, that Montana couldn't collect her senses. 

"Ohhhhhhhh," she finally gasped, his length pressing far into her cunt. Crystal's pussy writhed beneath Montana's face. Colors whirred for a few seconds, then her vision was cloudless. She must have wanted it much more than she suspected. The last jolts of splendor sparked from her clit. Montana began to methodically rub against his thick member with heated abandon. 

"Come on, baby, fuck my big dick," Rusty ordered. He coerced her by squeezing her buttocks "Wiggle yourself, move that ass, sink yourself on my meat. Fuck it, grip it with your snatch, make it tight for me, make me groan from your hot squeeze. Yeah, baby, keep my dick wet. Keep it nice and hard while it's in your pussy." 

"Yes, more," Montana whimpered. "Fuck me, Rusty, yes, more. Harder. Deeper." 

"Feels so good in your pussy. Yeah, just like this." He was insistent, enclosing her buns in a pinch, pushing and possessively pulling her to his hard thing. 

Gritting her teeth, Montana swung her ass back and forth, letting that cock fill her. She gasped for air. She shut her eyes, overwhelmed with the hot sensations that raced through her groin. "Ohhhhhh, there's so much cock to fuck—so much pleasure to gain." 

"I'll warm up your snatch, baby—make you hot and juicy for my dick." 

He reached for her clit and began rubbing it. Lightening instantly followed. He continued to pump her snatch while jiggling, feeling her juices ooze over his thrusting cock. Montana's slick cunt lips brushed him with pleasant friction, urging him to fuck her with force. Her love oils spilled hotly over him, coating his cock. Her warm thighs made him sizzle. 

Crystal appeared to be coming out of her trance. Montana lowered her mouth to her cunt and licked her. Crystal shivered beneath her face, pushing her hot pussy to her limber tongue. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, suck me," she panted. 

Rusty fed Montana stiff cock in measured thrusts. Her snatch lips enclosed him, exerting their luscious squeeze. Inch after inch entered her cunt. Rusty's sure finger increased the value of his burrowing cock. Montana could not deny the enjoyment obtained from his crafty style. His dick dominated her cunthole so completely, so purely, she could not ignore its splendor. 

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned. "I like it in me—all that cock up my pussy. Oh, yeah, fuck me with it, stud—fuck me with that shaft. Slip me your hot tool. Reach high in my cunt. Pump me. Yeah, stick me with it. I love it, baby, I love your hard cock. Listen to those wet sounds coming from my pussy. Can you hear how excited I am, baby? I love fucking you and your big thing." 

Rusty approved of her response. "Yeah, I'll fuck you baby—give you my dick. You like 'em my size, don't you? Christ, baby, you made it so hard, it slices right into that hot snatch. Slips in and out of your cunt so easy. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you good, make you cum. Go ahead, doll, take it all. Ride my cock. Hump me—hump me with that creamy snatch." 

Montana bore down on Crystal as he went in and out of her. She made her cry out with her fast, willful tip. Crystal's clit throbbed against Montana's saliva-rich tongue. She summoned all her strength as she pushed herself to his balls. Her ass ground against his base, feeling his prickly pubes. Montana creamed on his balls, making sure that her juicy excess dripped over them, then pulled herself away quickly. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Cunt juice coursed from her crevice. The additional flow made the passage more simple, more slippery. His cock slid in and out of her pussy with building ecstasy. 

Calling upon his inner resources, Rusty ramrodded Montana. His groin smacked roughly between her legs. Stiff cock pounding up her snatch made her all the more horny. A hot shiver apparently raced from his balls up his spine as he dove into her sweet squish. He loved the lewd feel of plunging into the center of Montana's hot, tanned thighs and the moist impact when they connected. 

"God," Crystal panted beneath her intensifying strokes. She writhed helplessly as Montana ate her. 

Her vision began to blur. She couldn't begin to describe how wonderful it felt. "Don't stop, not for a second. Fuck me hard, Rusty—hard as you can. More, give it to me, baby, give it to me good." 

Absorbed in the grinding fit of his cock, she threw her head back and attempted to prolong the on rushing thrill. Rusty's big dick reached deep inside her pussy, sparing her nothing in terms of total pleasure. His staying power was incredible. How he managed not to send his hot splash of jism in Montana's cunt amazed her. But Rusty was getting close and Montana was on the verge of creaming. 

Rusty's balls bubbled with volcanic seed. His hips moved like fire as the fever spread through his flesh. "Prepare yourself, doll, I'm going to shoot. I'm gonna cum a real lot and flood your pussy." 

"Yes," Montana panted. "I want it. Give it to me, baby. Inundate me with it." Montana knew Crystal would soon go into a convulsion, too. Her slurps made her ass squirm. She couldn't take much more of her oral treatment. 

"Ugggghhhhhh," he growled, feeling the moist wrap of Montana's cunt lips. He squirted heavily into her cunt. "Arrgghhhh! Oh, yeah, ugghhhhhh, so much—" 

She felt the jism gushing into her pussy. Much as Montana tried to savor its spastic flow, she became overwhelmed by orgasm. Violent contractions throttled her body, sapping her strength. She barely prevailed, clutching Crystal and making her cum with her mouth. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she sputtered as Montana's last circling slurp took her the edge. "Yes, ohhhhhhh." 

Montana's lips curved as Crystal spasmed. Rusty's arms encompassed her. She was with the two most important people in her life, and, although the day had had its rocky moments, it ended with a delicious bang. 

It was great being a studio head. 

THE END