R Finch - No longer virgin

"You're huge!" Wendy breathed, twisted her torso and ground against him, felt the passage of her pussy contract wetly, gripping him yet more tightly.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Greg gasped. "You're going to make me come right now if you're not careful! Christ, I can't tell you how good it feels!"

Wendy shivered, did not have to be told how good it felt. She was filled to the point of bursting, knew that if his mammoth cock was even a fraction larger she would have never have been able to get it inside her, would have been lucky, even, to lodge just the round head of it in. She leaned forward, her warm buttocks pressed against the tops of his thighs, and supporting herself with her hands flat against his chest, began to move. She could feel his jerking hardness all the way up inside of her slick cunt, was loving every thick inch of it, was soon thrusting her hips with long, rapid strokes that took her almost completely to the end of his cock. Only the bulbous cap was still tightly within her. Then she drove herself down on it repeatedly, the throbbing shaft engorging her with wildly delightful sensation.

Greg was writhing beneath her, was clenching at her bouncing heavy breasts with his hands, cupping them, squeezing them, pulling at the swollen taut nipples. He was gulping for air, his mouth working soundlessly, his hips straining up off the bed.

Wendy pumped on him, her body shiny with perspiration, her breathing ragged. She tucked her arms under her, lay fully on top of him, her face against his neck, her slim hips jerking with a feverish, shuddering urgency. She groaned, "Oh, God! Oh, fuck! OH!" She twisted her damp buttocks each time she thrust, tightening her cunt on him, virtually sucking on him with her cunt.

"Oh! It's so big! It's so good, so good! It's… in so deep! Fuck!"

He was thrusting at her frantically from underneath, ramming his hardened cock up into her heat, parting the quivering pink flesh and sending spasms of exquisite pleasure deeply into her. He ground the base of his driving shaft against the mouth of Wendy's glutted cunt, with his hands was cupping her straining, sweaty buttocks, pulling at the rubbery cheeks, clutching her to him.

Wendy's sopping crotch pounded at him relentlessly as she over and over again impaled herself on the rigid rod of his cock. She was suffused with wrenching lust, wanted it never to end, felt her loins constrict with the first pulsating flash of her relief. She was almost there and quickened her fervid motion, urged on even faster as the shock waves of her shattering orgasm began to burst within her.

Greg strained until his muscles knotted, until his breath caught in his throat, then he was suddenly pumping his hot, thick liquid up into Wendy's ever-tightening cunt, his cock jerking wildly, spurting and filling her with his glutinous seed, squirting it deeply into her spasming cunt.

She gurgled, "Oh, Goddamn! Ohhh! I can feel you coming! Oh, shit! Oh! Goddamn!"

Wendy walked through the front door, dropped onto the couch with a loud sign and kicked her shoes off. She closed her eyes and leaned back, sighed again. She wore her dress skirt and her best blouse. She looked her prettiest and had spent all of the morning and most of the afternoon searching for a job. She was completely exhausted.

Sherry popped her head out of the kitchen, smiled at Wendy, and asked, "How did it go? Any luck?"

"Nothing," Wendy shook her head. "Nothing at all. I must have talked to fifty places today, from restaurants and theatres to even the car wash over on Sunset. Either they wanted experience or they didn't need anybody." She shook her head again. "It was really discouraging, let me tell you."

"Well," Sherry nodded, "it is tough. You're not alone, though. Half the country's out of work. Don't worry, you'll manage."

"I hope so. I'm going to run out of money pretty soon. Then I don't know what I'll do."

"Don't panic yet," Sherry laughed.

"Tomorrow's another day, you know." Then she asked, "By the way, what did you think of Greg?" She laughed again, added, "It sounded like you two were having quite a time of it last night."

"You could hear us?" Wendy giggled.

"Sometimes. Not an awful lot," Sherry smiled. "Anyway, what did you think of him?"

"Oh, I really like him. He's nice and he's really good-looking and I'm glad I met him. Both of them, in fact. Sander seems… well, a little crazy, though."

"He is," Sherry laughed. "But, I guess that's why I love him. He's so unpredictable, he's impossible to get bored with. If you really need the money Sander is shooting a porn movie tomorrow. It pays pretty good."

"Oh, I don't know."

"Well, we could go down and watch. What do you say?"

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to watch."

"Did we miss much?" Sherry asked, kissed Sander lightly on the moutha nd took his arm in her own.

Sander glanced at Wendy. "I'd like you to jump in there. Really. This picture is important to me and you'd be perfect in it. In fact, although usually I pay an actress only a couple of hundred dollars, if you'll get in there with them, I'll give you five hundred. What about it?"

"Oh, I-I don't… think so." Wendy stammered, looked away from him awkwardly, "I'd never be able to do that in front of a camera?"

"It's an underground movie," he persisted. "It'll never get into the regular porno theatres. It's strictly for very rich private buyers. And most of the prints will end up in Europe or South America. No one you know will ever see it! Ever!"

Wendy could really use the five hundred dollars, that was for sure, but she knew she could never bring herself to romping around naked while being filmed. "No… really, I couldn't. I'd be so embarrassed with everyone watching, I just couldn't."

"We'll shoot it with just you and two others, then. I'll have Jerry and Hash set up the lighting and leave… I can handle the rest myself. It'll be strictly private."

"And what am I supposed to do while they're fucking?" Pam asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Am I supposed to fingerfuck myself again or something?" She was obviously not pleased at being left out of the scene and was not afraid to let Sander know it.

"Relax," Sander said. "You just sit this one out. I want a nice, very simple screwing sequence. Nothing fancy… something for the folks back home." And when Wendy glanced sharply at him from the bed, he added quickly, "Just kidding."

Pam stood with a small flourish and a pouting smile, thrust out her bare dimpled behind to accentuate its gentle roundness, stretching languorously with her hands clasped behind her head.

"Well, if you really don't want my cute little ass in the scene, I guess I will fingerfuck myself." She walked with an exaggerated wiggle to where Sander stood over the camera and plopped herself down on the carpet to watch and began at once to pull and poke at her warm little cunt, all the while smiling up at Sander with mock defiance as if daring him to make her stop.

Sander only shook his head with a helpless laugh, said to Wendy and Robert, "Whenever you're ready."

Wendy lay on her back, her round thighs spread outward, knees raised, her feet flat on the bed. Robert balanced forward with his hands on each side of her slender waist, his hips nestled between her bare thighs, the renewed stiffness of his cock poking at her, prodding her.

"Let me help," Wendy smiled up at her. She found she was becoming very fond of this young boy, and she felt even more so when he returned her smile with obviously mutual affection. She took his warm cock in her hand and guided it to her, pushed it easily through the matted bush of her damp pubic hair and began to work the fleshy thickness of the velvet tip into her slippery cunt.

Robert thrust with his hips against Wendy's warmly yielding thighs, managed to poke the round head and most of the twitching shaft of his invading cock into her, was met with the soft sucking action of her hot tightness. He moved in the lubricious passageway with slow, deliberate persistence, sending sparks of rapture into the center of Wendy's gripping heat, causing her to moan softly with the sheer wanton joy she felt at having him, alive and throbbing, within her.