And now the phony dick was buried halfway in Verrain's asshole, moving slowly in and out, reaming its way and suddenly plunging more frenziedly until there it was, all the way up Ritchie's ass and Lydia's cunt was grazing Angela's forehead.
Lydia's laugh resounded loudly around the room. "It's in you! I'm fucking a man with my dick!" Her laugh sounded crazy, insane, as she pummeled the man's shithole harder and harder with the huge plastic cock.
"Hmmmmmm," Angela hummed around the expanding prick in her mouth, her lips and tongue stopping their gentle caressing as she watched the dildo ramming into Verrain's stretched asshole. The sight brought her own orgasm to its peak.
She felt Ritchie's mouth suddenly glued to the hole of her cunt, his thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to the cock fucking into his asshole.
Angela began to nurse and suck the hot thickness of his meat with all of her strength, her cheeks hollowing and swelling while her belly rose and fell frantically.
"Oh, shit… sooooo fucking good!" Angela shrieked around the cock ramming her face.
She clasped her lips tightly around the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his dick, and with her nails began to tickle tantalizingly beneath his balls. They had to shoot their cum. Oh, yes… NOW!
At that very moment, Lydia screamed. Angela knew that the redhead was getting off on the second cock, the one she had inserted in her pussy from the back of the contraption.
Then there was a long drawn-out sigh as Verrain blew his warm breath up Angela's cunt and she knew that he, too, was coming.
She felt the massive head of his prick in her mouth swelling, and then it came. The cum shot into the back of her throat in wild spurts of seething, boiling liquid, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own hips as her orgasm erupted in a blinding explosion. Again and again Ritchie squirted his hot spurts of cum deep into her throat, and Angela groaned as she continued sucking hungrily, her throat gulping while she swallowed and swallowed the flood of boiling jism spewing into her mouth.
They rolled away from each other, until the two girls were close together.
"He wasn't bad," Angela whispered.
"Hell, no… he was damn good," Lydia replied.
"Do you suppose Barry got it all?"
"You can just bet he did!" Lydia smiled.
Barry did indeed get it all. And he got the part in the movie immediately after he had a little private showing of the picture starring Ritchie Verrain.
It took four months for the film to be made, and during that time, strange things began to happen.
Lydia was picked up with a pound of heroin in her car. It was a mystery how it got there, because she never used the stuff. Nevertheless, she was charged and given a stiff sentence when two witnesses came forward and admitted that they were supplying Lydia with dope for resale.
It was all a lie, but there was nothing that could be done. Lydia didn't know anybody who could help her, and Barry didn't care. He was too busy making the picture that would make him a star.
At about the same time, Angela met Randy Ralston. He was a fading star in Ritchie Verrain's stable. His popularity had waned and he hadn't made a picture in years, but Angela didn't care. To her, he was the most handsome, gentlest, warmest man she had ever met. And, from the way he went after her from the moment they met, Angela was sure he felt the same way about her.
Barry was so busy with his picture he didn't care what she did. So, with Randy constantly around, it was only natural that they would get together.
To Angela's amazement, Randy had never tried to fuck her on all the dates they had together. It was a whole new twist for her, and she found herself liking it.
Then one night Barry had a late shoot and Randy invited her over to his apartment.
There was something in his voice, something that told Angela that her life was about to change. And she was ready for it; she was ready to give up the chaos that went with life around Barry Golden.
She was even ready to become a wife again.
Randy met her at the door of his apartment in his robe. When he let it fall open to expose his hard cock, Angela knew she had been right.
"Come here," Randy said, opening his arms to her.
She kicked off her sandals, laughed impishly, and rushed to his arms. He kissed her with a savage desperation. He squeezed her shapely ass through the thin dress, pulling her luscious body closer to him.
"You realize, of course," she whispered into his ear, "that you're going to make me fall in love with you."
"I can't think of anything I want more," Randy replied, and covered her mouth with his.
"I feel overdressed," Angela gasped, finally breaking the tongue-lashing kiss.
She pulled away from him. He watched while she undressed. She did a slow, sensual strip-tease for him until she stood dressed only in her bra, which was nothing more than a tiny scrap of nylon net, and a skimpy pair of black bikini panties.
Randy shed his robe, grabbed hold of her shoulders. She was quick to grasp his cock. Her hand was small, cool. He leaned his head down, clamped his teeth at the center of the nylon net bra, and peeled it away from her high-rising tits. Her soft laughter was deep-throated, delighted at the smooth way he had bared her tits.
She arched her back, lifting her full, ripe globes higher. The nipples were the color of ripe cherries. Randy took one between his lips, sucked at it while his strong hand played with her ass. He poked his finger through the thin, lacy material of the bikini panties.
Still sucking her tits, he swooped her up into his arms. Angela squealed with happiness. He lay her gently onto the bed. With his teeth he peeled the panties down the wide flare of her hips to just below the hairs of her pussy.
He dug his hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her pussy to his mouth. He clamped his lips around the wriggling pussy mound, sucking.
"Oh, yes!" Angela gasped. "Oh, God, YES!"
"Just sampling," Randy chuckled, rolling onto his back.
"Oh, God," she said, frustrated, sitting up.
"Here," he grinned, patting his chest. "Sit here."
Angela straddled him. She was breathing heavily.
"Oh, Randy!" she gasped as he wormed a finger down and began teasing her cunt. She leaned back, resting on her elbows that were at either side of his thighs. Her pussy jutted toward his face. His busy fingers drew the juices of her cunt to the surface.
He parted the lips to look at the pink inside of her luscious hole, so very pink in contrast to the dark of her pussy fur.
He poked his finger up into the slit, pulled it free, sticky wet. Angela giggled as he licked his finger clean. Cunt juice dripped onto his chest. He had a hot, juicy woman, all right. Angela would make sure of that. She would also make sure that she would be the only woman he would ever want.
Because, suddenly, Randy Ralston was the only man she wanted.
"Come closer, little girl," he said hoarsely.
She scooted up until her cunt was closer to his face, in easy reach of his tongue and mouth. He burrowed his mouth into the cleft of her outer lips. With his tongue, he penetrated the inner lips and sucked until Angela thought she would lose her mind. His fingertips massaged the insides of her smooth thighs as he sucked at her throbbing, erect clit.
Angela's moan was loud, ragged. "I love you. Oh, God, I love you, Randy!"
"Do you, baby?"
"Yes, yes! Oh, please, darling, fuck me!"
She rolled onto her back and pulled her legs wide, opening her cuntlips with her fingers. She knew what he wanted to see. The little clit twitched eagerly, as if begging for male meat to nudge it.
Randy clutched his big cock, moved upwards so he could rub the heavy head across the sticky, coiled hairs of her pussy.
"Oooohhhhhhh!" Her long moan expressed a hunger that had become ravenous.
Sticky drippings oozed from the slit of his cockhead to mingle with her cunt juices. His big hands cupped around the jiggling, big tits and tenderly he pinched the swollen nipples. Angela lifted her ass upward, trying to force the head of his cock into her. But he made her wait a few moments longer.