People Are Strange
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People are strange, thought Moss as he watched Laura and 
Sylvia on the divan, kissing each other's naked bodies, 
wearing only their high stiletto heels. All around them 
were other people, mostly men, two with videocameras, 
one carrying the lighting rig, and the producer who was 
gesturing meaningfully at his colleagues as the filming 
went on. Only moments before, after ad-libbed dialogue 
that would have shamed most actresses but was more than 
adequate for the film that was being made, the two girls 
had eased off their blouses and skirts, then after some 
preparatory kissing and stroking, their bras and finally their 
knickers. And now here they were, two bodies entangled, 
mouths together as they lovingly ran their tongues over 
each other's faces and back again into the mouth.

And then, after directions by the producer, and breathing 
with an excitement that was partly real and partly because 
it was expected of them, the two girls took positions for the 
sequence of actions that was not only to fulfil the 
requirements of a day's shooting, but also to prepare 
themselves for the action to come. Action in which Moss 
was to have a starring role. Laura lay back, her hands 
gripping the back of the chair in which she was now 
sitting, while on her knees and between Laura's open legs, 
Sylvia's head was bobbing up and down as her tongue 
busied itself on her crotch. Occasionally a licked finger 
would stroke the outside lips, and then, getting bolder, they 
penetrated her vagina: one finger, two fingers, three 
fingers. And then her whole fist inside Laura while Sylvia 
smiled lasciviously at the camera.

After that, roles were reversed and it was Sylvia whose 
vagina took all of Laura's fist, her arse being probed by a 
purple peppermint spangled dildo that caused her to arc up 
her body and gasp and gasp as each of her sensitive buttons 
was pressed in turn. Laura gently kissed the lips of the 
bruised vagina and then turned to face the camera. And 
then an awkward moment as the dildo fell out and Laura's 
fist retracted, but the cameras continued filming, focusing 
on Sylvia's gasping ecstatic face.

There was a small pause in the proceedings, and Moss 
relaxed. He lowered his head, his eyes still intent on all 
that was going on. The director said some words to his cast 
and his colleagues. He then wandered over to Miguel who, 
like Moss, had been sitting by the side waiting for his part. 

"You think you can do it, Mig?" the director asked 
sympathetically.

"You fucking bet. They don't call me Big Mig for nothing!"

"That I know. That I know. Just let the girls recover a bit. 
Their fannies have taken a bit of a beating. Wanna beer?"

The director handed Miguel a chilled can of lager. "Not on 
the job. I've got a reputation to keep, man. But you got any 
more snow?"

"Yeah right. Whatever."

Like Miguel, Moss was a veteran of the sex industry. He 
had featured in countless movies, sold openly throughout 
Europe and rather less openly in the New World. He was a 
professional. Or, at least, insofar as this was his living. He 
was good at what he did. He'd watched and participated in 
fuck scenes like this again and again. He knew the routine. 
He didn't need the bandages any more, either. He could be 
trusted. Not every porn star of his kind could be. And 
unlike Miguel he didn't need drugs. He was able to do his 
job without any extra stimulation, although an appreciative 
audience helped.

Sylvia and Laura came over to chat with him, stroking and 
cuddling him, making him even more eager to get into the 
action. But he knew better than to get too excited too soon. 
He tenderly licked Sylvia's cheek while Laura ran her 
fingers seductively around his ears. 

"You be gentle on me, Moss, you hear," said Sylvia.

"Not too fucking gentle though," laughed Laura. "We want 
you good and stiff right from the start. And don't slobber 
too much."

Moss knew what was expected of him, and he glanced at 
the director who smiled at him reassuringly. "We're 
expecting good things from you, man. You do the business 
and it's all in the can."

Finally, Miguel came back, wiping his nose with the back 
of his hand. Unlike Moss, who was already stripped for 
action, Miguel was dressed in a suit and tie that looked 
faintly ridiculous on him, his porn star long hair over the 
shoulders, and the crotch of the pants already looking as if 
it was about to swell.

"You ready for action, Mig," asked the director.

"Yeah, I'll give the girls what they're wanting before the 
real star gets his claws into them." He winked at Moss. 
"Hey, man. I'm only kidding. But I'm glad this ain't no 
fucking homo thing. No offence meant. You do good. You 
do fucking good."

The girls were positioned as if there had been no pause in 
their lovemaking, arms around each other and dildos 
scattered carelessly about, when Miguel made his entrance. 
Like the girls, he would never have won any of his many 
awards for his method acting. Nor for his execrable ability 
to remember his few lines and what was left after he 
mangled them into anything like a convincing delivery. But 
he was a woodman. His skills lay in other departments, 
mostly currently tucked away in his Calvin Kleins under 
his trousers. Not that the trousers stayed on very long. He 
was soon freed of encumbrances. His shoes, socks, trousers 
and jacket carefully removed by his co-stars, his white shirt 
slightly unbuttoned and his tie carelessly pulled to one 
side. Sylvia was pulling his CKs down to his ankles while 
massaging the long meat to a willing erection, while his 
rough hairy hands fumbled on Laura's breast, his 
moustachioed mouth against her face as she made the 
obligatory moans that signalled her apparent pleasure. 

Sylvia took his prick in her hands. Even semi-erect, it was 
a handful, flopping slightly to one side as Sylvia stroked 
his massive balls, and ran her tongue seductively up its 
length. Then she paused to brush her dyed-blonde hair 
from her face so that the camera could get an uninterrupted 
shot as she took the whole length of it into her red-lipped 
mouth, fingers aiding tongue and teeth in bringing Miguel's 
asset to its full glory. Moss was always impressed by the 
size of his co-stars' pricks. Where did they get to find men 
with pricks like that? And if they'd not been able to use 
them the way they were used in the film industry, how 
much of an asset would they be otherwise? How many 
women out there had the capacity to take that much meat? 
Clearly Sylvia and Laura had, but then they could take a 
full fist. And that was no mean feat!

And then, under the director's gestures, the two girls took 
new positions, the effort of changing roles likely to be 
edited away. The two of them took turns on Miguel's prick, 
his shirt and tie now discarded, revealing a torso of 
compacted muscle, their mouths taking turns on sucking 
and licking his penis and exchanging kisses and tongues 
with each other. Miguel's erect penis gamely took the 
punishment, while out of shot of the camera, a finger was 
positioned to ensure that although his prick remained rock 
hard it didn't prematurely release its payload. 

And then the action where the mouth, anus and vagina 
made up three orifices each on two women and one prick 
shared between all six possibilities. Then, in addition, each 
girl had the choice of the three orifices of the other girl and 
a massive big prick. However you looked at it, the prick 
was the centre of attention, as it moved from arse to mouth 
to vagina, from one girl to another, always thrusting in and 
out, or more leisurely when a tongue joined in the fun. All 
through the changes of fuck shots, the director and the 
cameramen moved around to shoot the same penetration 
from different angles or to vary the repository of shots 
from arse to mouth to ecstatic humping, breasts jiggling up 
and down whilst Miguel took the unnatural position this 
demanded of him so that Laura or Sylvia was in the best 
position for a shot of apparent ecstasy. Every now and 
then, the director would indicate to his cast, mostly by 
hand movements, a position he would want for a head or a 
vagina so that the camera could share in all the intimacy, 
not missing one thrust, or one ecstatic gasp, or one shot of 
penetration.

And soon Moss could see it on the way: the climax to all 
this genital activity, as Miguel signalled his intentions to 
the cameras and the girls, and all parties were in position 
for the most important shot of all, the one for which he 
most obviously earned his money. The two girls' faces and 
breasts were in front of him, the cameras and director 
slightly to the back and side, as he jerked his erect penis in 
the air. And then it happened. A spurt of semen. Followed 
by the trail of another. And another. Both long and twisting 
and viscous, arcing into the air, trailing a sine wave to 
descend with the faintest splop of come against flesh, on 
the girls' faces, open mouths, bare breasts and then droplets 
making their way from the base of the chin in long creamy 
globules onto the neck. The girls faced the camera as 
Miguel released the last tiny flecks of semen, smiling with 
the pale liquid on their lower faces, smudging their hair, 
their teeth in the practised expression of postcoital ecstasy, 
and no doubt the reflection that they had just completed a 
job for which the reckoning depended on just how free 
they'd been with their bodies and the three orifices into 
which a big prick could just about fit.

All stars then relaxed after their lovemaking, while Moss 
stood up in anticipation. He knew after all the other films 
he'd been in, that his part was very soon to begin. And 
indeed after less than ten minutes, after the cast had 
relaxed to a bottle of beer each, he heard the call and he 
entered the stage, the three supporting co-stars waiting for 
him.

As with Miguel, he was gradually coaxed toward an 
erection, Laura and Sylvia both taking his penis in their 
hands, brushing away the hair at its base, and with 
vigorous wrist actions brought it up to a proud erection: its 
pink splendour hidden beneath him as he licked and 
nuzzled against first Laura and then Sylvia. And then he 
could only lick against their backs or shoulders as the two 
girls greedily took possession of his prick in their mouths. 
His penis was nowhere near as huge as Miguel's. That 
would be quite unusual if it were. But it was a penis of 
quite presentable proportions and fully good enough for the 
cameras that were trained on every spasm and every jerk of 
it. Laura took the whole length of it in her mouth while 
Sylvia stroked his balls. From behind them, Miguel eased 
his fingers deep inside their cunts to aid towards 
lubricating them for future penetration.

Indeed, Moss's wasn't the only prick to enter them in this 
scene. Miguel took position behind Laura as she busied her 
tongue and teeth on the thin length of Moss's prick, and 
guided his own penis into her anus. Laura gasped slightly 
as Miguel entered, and Moss could feel a tightening on his 
prick as she let it sink in. Sylvia's tongue joined Laura's as 
Moss's prick slid out of her mouth, and the two girls 
exchanged their tongues on each other's mouth and on 
Moss's penis. Moss's large open eyes followed the girls 
around, unsure if now was the moment of penetration. The 
director saw the direction of his thoughts and signalled 
urgently to him to stay where he was. Gasping and panting 
though he was, he knew what was expected of him 
although the base of his spine began twitching with 
excitement.

And then finally, with a reassuring pat from the director, it 
was his time to enter the girls. A sense of urgency came 
across the girls. They knew from the other times they'd 
enjoyed sex with Moss that he was not necessarily the most 
disciplined when it came to ejaculation, but they ruffled his 
ears and cheeks and whispered encouragingly to him. 

"You can do it. You'll do good. Don't give up," Laura said.

"You know what to do," commented Sylvia. "Come on! 
Get your rocks off on me!"

And then Moss was in Sylvia, who lay on the ground, 
Miguel and Laura comforting her, stroking her face and 
exchanging kisses as she guided Moss's prick into her wide 
open cunt. It wasn't a tight fit. Sylvia was used to larger 
pricks than Moss's, but he knew and she knew that his was 
something special. But his prick got inside, his buttocks 
twitched and thrust as the excitement of sex gripped him. 
He knew what to do, and he did it well, while the two 
cameras took position around his prick and face as he 
thrust in and out, and Sylvia gasped from the pleasure and 
thrill of it. Her bare legs wrapped around his back, a 
camera positioned slightly beneath him as he pistoned in 
and out of her.

And then it was Laura's turn. He was laid down, 
uncomfortably, on his haunches, while Laura eased onto 
his prick, the camera positioned in front to get the view of 
her as she pushed her body up and down, using the ball of 
her toes to gain leverage as his prick pushed in and out, 
Miguel supporting her from above and kissing her on the 
face while she gave vent to cries and gasps. Moss was 
panting and gasping himself, dedicated solely to the task he 
was performing.

And then a more comfortable position for him, on top of 
Laura, leaned over her while his prick pushed in and out of 
her cunt, feeling its dampness against the shaft of his penis, 
while both camera and Sylvia paid attention to his prick, 
keeping it stiff and potent as he pushed it in and out. His 
head nuzzled against her back, his tongue licking on the 
knuckles of her spine, as she arched over, her mouth taking 
Miguel's erect penis while she was penetrated from behind. 

Moss gave a quick bark, a cue to the director to reposition 
his cast. And then, as expected, his penis spurted forth with 
semen on Laura's back and Sylvia's mouth, uncontrollable 
swells of it coming out as his testicles pushed forth the 
semen the camera lovingly filmed as it splayed all over the 
girls. A trail of come worried its way down Laura's 
buttocks and into her crotch. Two globules rolled down 
Sylvia's face: not as copious as Miguel's but as lovingly 
filmed. Moss hadn't the control or the volume of Miguel, 
but his come was more lovingly filmed and preserved as it 
released itself. And then Sylvia faced the camera, the 
semen on her face, and the camera lingered for several 
moments.

And then: "Cut!" cried the director. "It's a wrap."

With relieved smiles the two girls stood up. They patted 
Moss on the shoulder and rubbed their hands about his 
face, as he licked their hands with eagerness. "You did very 
well, Moss," said Laura with a smile. "We're very proud of 
you."

Moss sat up and looked nervously towards the director, 
who was standing near where Moss had been waiting for 
his. He grinned at Moss and clapped his hands together. 
"Come here, boy!" he commanded, kneeling down.

With a woof of glee, Moss wagged his tail and trotted over 
to the director, glad to have provided so many people with 
so much pleasure. But even as he was patted and cuddled, 
his eyes staring towards a welcoming bowl of dog food, his 
long tawny fur slightly sticky with his own semen, he 
couldn't help reflecting on all that had just happened. He 
really had no good idea as to why these people had wanted 
to have sex with him. People are just strange.

      











