She heard the rustle of her pubic hair as his bone parted her petals and slicked through the dark curls. She could feel his fur, too, when he was fully inserted and his pubes lay pressed heavily against hers. His hairs tickled the splayed lips of her pussy, making her twitch and jiggle in response, increasing the delightful vaginal caress she was already giving his rod.
"Was I really good?" she asked between gasps as his organ experimented with provocative new rhythms.
"Dynamite," he said sincerely. "You could be the biggest porno star. Ever. I couldn't believe it. God, Connie, I got so fucking hot watching you work on Frank! I got hard, I was sweating all over, I wanted to run on, kick him out of the way, and shove my cock into you."
"Just like you're doing now?"
"This is only for the close-up," he informed her. "You wait till I get you alone. Tonight I'm going to show you what fucking is all about."
"Promise?" she laughed, but he didn't answer. She'd felt the telltale jerky shudder of his pole. He was starting to cum.
"Sorry, babe," he said, "but we need a splasher." Roger dragged his cock from her moist hole – semen was already spurting in white strings from his tip – and he ejaculated onto her breasts and belly. She reached down to touch the goo he'd deposited on her body, swirling it on her skin like finger-paint.
Roger said, "Cut! Wrap!" and, without missing a beat, he stuffed three of his large fingers into the hole he'd just been fucking. Connie almost jumped off the floor when she felt his savage digital penetration, and she cried out in panic. But before the echo of her words had begun to die, Roger's head was between her thighs and he was licking her cunt while he fingered it.
He ate her out with a passionate need that was stronger than anything she'd known from him in their relationship so far. His tongue stabbed deeply, alongside his probing fingers, and she could only twist and shake while he ate her. She felt her clit swell to what seemed a mountain-sized lump of raw tissue, and when his teeth seized upon it, Connie had no alternative. She screamed and teat her fists on the floor and, within seconds, felt her juices flow in a steaming river to meet her lover's fingers and mouth.
It was about a week later that Connie learned that her porno-movie exploits – along with her real name – had been splashed all over the pages of Twat.
CHAPTER SIX
"That's about all," she told Stacy. "Then your brother called. Someone in his dorm subscribed to Twat and Gerry's roommate borrowed the copy. Gerry saw it, and…"
"Ssshhh!" Stacy purred, stroking her mother's breast. "Don't worry any more. Gerry's always been a horse's ass, if you want to know how I feel. Here, lay back. Let me…" She dropped her head and began to like her mother's nipples. "Doesn't that make you feel better? Hmmmmm?"
Connie smiled wistfully. "It does indeed. Oh, Stacy, for the first time today I feel like living. No, please, don't stop now. Oh! You naughty girl!" Stacy had just transferred her mouth from nipples to bush, and her tongue was streaking up and down the fine line of her mother's snatch.
Yes, thought Stacy, she really needed someone now. She decided she wouldn't go back to Amherst tomorrow.
School was a drag anyway. Most of her classes this term were real bummers, and she couldn't endure the thought of being hassled by Melissa. She needed a change, and her mother needed some loving company.
They were good together, she reminded herself. Maybe Mom had never done it with a girl before, but the old girl learned fast. Old girl? No, Connie certainly wasn't an old girl. A curious, titillating idea came to her as she lapped at her mother's pink gash. Stacy raised her head, brown eyes flashing.
"Tell me," she began. "If it was so easy for you to get into dirty movies by accident, how hard would it be for somebody to do it on purpose?"
Connie's eyebrows lifted. "Oh!" was all she could say.
Connie heard the key in the lock and she knew it must be. Roger. He was right on time. She'd asked him to come over this afternoon for some important conversation.
"Hi, love," she said, going to him for a hug and a kiss. He squeezed her tenderly and didn't let her go when their lips parted.
"How is everything? You sounded low yesterday, and if you hadn't insisted you wanted to be left strictly alone, I'd have been here."
She nodded. She knew. "Yesterday was a bad day. Or most of it was. Come into the living room, hon. I want to talk."
He stretched out on the couch and she knelt beside him, her fingers stroking him from neck to waist. "So," she began. "I'm branded publicly as a porno star now, Roger. The secret is out. If I'm to be hanged, it might as well be for a horse instead of a sheep."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, how would you feel about my doing it again?"
He smiled. "If you want to, Connie, I can arrange it. There've been offers, but I never bothered relaying them, since I didn't think you were interested."
"Let's say I am. Does that make you uneasy, insecure, upset? How do you feel?"
"As long as you want me, Con, I'm going to be wanting you. Nothing will change that."
"I'm glad." She kissed him far a long time, her lips lingering on his while his hand petted the tits that were high and firm inside her clinging sweater. "One condition, though," she said with a sigh, her face close to his and their breath intermingling. "A close friend of mine would like to have a role in it." She saw his eyebrows lift. "You told me yourself that you're always on the lookout for fresh, exciting to be without inhibitions."
He nodded.
"Well?"
"Who is it?" Roger asked.
"Me," said Stacy, coming out of the bedroom.
Her long hair was up with ringlets dangling, and she wore a chic pantsuit that accentuated her tall, slim but busty figure.
"This is Anastasia," Connie announced as Roger sat up. She didn't know if it was the right time to let him know who Anastasia was. He'd find out soon enough, but she wanted to lead into it slowly. Would he be shocked to learn that his mistress had spent most of last night making incestuous lesbian love with her own daughter? Would he be disgusted?
He smiled and took the hand she offered. "Yes," he said, "she's young and attractive as hell, and if that gleam in her eyes is any clue, probably uninhibited enough. Why do you want to be in porno, Anastasia? Are you an aspiring actress?"
"I could care less about acting," she declared. "I think it would be kinky and interesting."
"Well," he mused, "are you really uninhibited? You don't look like a virgin, so I'll skip the obvious questions. What if you had to make love to another girl in front of a camera? Could you do it?"
She giggled, and Connie blushed.
Roger looked from face to face, smiling. "I guess that answers the question. Okay. What about golden showers? That's big nowadays."
"It has its place," Stacy shrugged.
He leaned forward. "What if the script called for a man to ball you and then shit on you? Literally."
"It would be a waste," she replied, standing up. Her hands went to the buttons of her tunic top and she undid them quickly, throwing it open. Stacy was bare underneath, her brown-capped breasts jiggling from her movements. She touched her nipples, sighing as they stiffened at her touch. "Is this a body to shit on?" she challenged him.
"Touche!" Roger laughed. "Well, since this is turning into an audition, why don't you take off the rest of your clothes? I'd like to have a look at all the merchandise."
Connie frowned. She could feel jealously starting to fester in her guts.
Stacy took off her shoes, very slowly, and then she made a simpering face at Roger. "Modesty," she announced, and, her full-sized breasts jiggling provocatively, she walked around her chair, humming as she performed the unseen task of taking off her slacks. "Are you ready?" she asked.