My Lord, he's actually fucking her, thought Lynn, blushing a little as she found herself slipping into Phil's vile vulgar vocabulary and using the obscene word in her head. There's no question about it, she realized, this is going to be absolutely pornographic! But who ever heard of a pornographic video-tape? Where on earth could you sell such a thing?
Lynn kept telling herself to be calm and collected, but this entire sordid experience was upsetting her profoundly, and her eyes widened with dismay as she watched Rick's hard, relentless instrument rhythmically appearing and disappearing between Kelly's lasciviously widespread thighs. Wondering how she even dared think such a vile thought, the young wife tried to imagine what it would be like to be taken brutally and publicly in this fashion, fucked half-to-death by a perfect stranger while a gang of lewd television technicians stood around and watched.
To her eternal shock, she found that the idea excited her enormously, even though she was naturally scandalized at the same time with the degeneracy and perversity of what Kelly was doing. She tried to discipline her wandering mind, but her self-control had been weakened by the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed, and helplessly she found herself mentally changing places with the actress, stretching out naked on the floor to allow the lusty performer to pummel and pound her mercilessly just as he was doing to Phil's nakedly writhing wife.
Kelly was moaning constantly and Lynn began to suspect that this was not one hundred percent acting simply for the benefit of the cameras. No woman alive, no matter what the circumstances, could have taken that amount of lewd and unnatural stimulation for this period of time without eventually surrendering and becoming aroused. No, those cries and mewls of pleasure and submission were too real to be simulated for a TV camera. Kelly Agard was becoming more fiercely turned on by the minute.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it harder!" the brunette groaned, muttering all the filthy obscene words that came to mind as she raced towards her climax. The actor never gave her a moment to recover, thrusting into her with all the strength in his tawny unrelenting body.
"I'm cummmmmmming!" Kelly gasped suddenly like a woman announcing a history-making event. "I'm cumming!" she repeated a second time, almost as if she were talking to herself, or trying to convince them of some incredible fact. Her mouth was wide open with ecstatic abandon and instinctively she pulled her thighs even further back, offering up to the savagely fucking actor the whole of her pink, wetly clasping vaginal slit like some strange pagan sacrifice. A trickle of saliva dripped lewdly from the woman's open mouth and her eyes seemed to wander around the room, unseeing and glazed, as if she were drugged.
Lynn could hardly bring herself to believe that all this was really true and a horrified shudder ran through her aroused body as she watched the older woman race up to the heights of an incredibly powerful orgasm. A virtual scream escaped from Kelly's lips as the spasm shook her nakedly voluptuous frame, and Rick had to struggle to hold onto her abandonedly writhing body as the violent climax shook the woman's heart and soul.
Nor was the actor far behind her. Despite the fact that he had given his all just a few minutes before, the excitement of the situation had re-charged his sexual batteries, and the tough internal muscles of her wildly milking cunt clamped down on his rampaging cock, forcing him to cry out as the hot fiery cum began spurting into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. A sudden hush fell over the room as he creamed into her with all his might, practically bending the sweat-drenched woman in two as he labored over her, trying to make this a cum she would remember all her life.
Kelly's legs went limp all of a sudden, and a cry of total happiness and relief issued sensuously from her lips. Rick groaned his way through the last seconds of his orgasm and then collapsed on top of her, his body completely spent.
"Cut!" yelled Lenny, the director, chomping on a fresh cigar as he signaled the cameramen to switch off their machines. "Looked real good, kids," he told Kelly and Rick, who were now gradually disengaging their tired bodies from one another. Lynn relaxed a little, her mind in a blur and her eyes watching Rick's slowly deflating cock gradually withdrawing from Kelly's battered and bruised body. The trembling young wife continued to stare at the penis, now soft and glistening. Suddenly, she realized that the director was talking to her.
"You did okay for a non-professional, baby," he was assuring her. "You got a good body and a lot of facial expression! We can use you again if you feel like picking up some spare change. See ya around."
Lynn looked at him blankly for a moment and nodded dumbly, even though she had no intention of ever coming anywhere near this studio again as long as she lived. Rick rolled off of Kelly's voluptuous body and sat up rubbing his stomach.
"All that fucking makes me hungry," he announced, as if nothing had happened.
CHAPTER THREE
"Gosh, it's good to be home!" Matt exclaimed contentedly as he relaxed in the big comfortable chair by the fire, sipping his favorite drink, a tall glass of cold milk. "Mind you, there's nothing I like better than covering a sports event, but day after day of living out of suitcases can get a fellow down after awhile."
"How was the game, dear?" Lynn inquired politely, privately wishing that they had some liquor in the house so that she could mix herself a strong drink. Sometimes Matt's anti-booze morality got on her nerves, and if she was going to have to listen to an evening of talk about sports – about which Lynn cared little or nothing – a shot would certainly be useful. But there was no stopping him once he got started, and the dutiful young wife put her chin on her hands and forced a bright interested smile onto her pretty face.
"The game was good, but to me winning or losing isn't the important thing," explained Matt seriously. "What impresses me is the scope of the sports program they have going for those kids out on the coast. All the students in this one school participate in some athletic activity whether they want to or not, and it's an excellent way of keeping them off the streets and out of trouble. Besides, athletics teaches a young person about the really important things in life: a sense of fair-play, honesty, team work and cleanliness in mind and body! Why one of the coaches told me that before the school system started this intensive program, they were having real programs with pre-marital sex among the high school students, incredible as it may seem. The teachers naturally did their best to explain that sex before marriage was unholy and immoral, but it was a losing game. But now, with everybody working their heads off after school on one of the school teams, they feel that the kids are too exhausted to have much energy left for these terrible sexual things. It's been a real triumph!"
Lynn tried to smile enthusiastically at the thought of healthy boys and girls expending their sexual energies by playing football or running cross-country track, but somehow this whole conversation was depressing her. How naive could you be? Did Matt really think that they were going to be able to stamp out sex with a sports program? The result would more likely be that the kids would get so healthy as a result of all this physical education that they would want sex more than ever!
But she knew better than to argue the point with her husband. Matt was a man of the old school, a tough, bible-quoting, church attending moralist, who sincerely believed that sexual relations should wait until after the marriage ceremony, and that adultery was the worst sin in the book. And Lynn had to agree with him intellectually, but emotionally somehow she sensed that there ought to be more to life than tiring yourself out with a baseball to avoid temptations of the flesh. A shudder of horror ran through her temptingly lithe body as she imagined what would have happened had Matt ever gotten wind of Phil Agard's little after hours activity. Agard would not have to fire him because Matt would certainly quit on the spot, which would be a shame because jobs were he hard to find these days and WRT-TV gave him the opportunity to do just what he liked doing best.