Ned Samuels - Hand maid

Immediately she imagined calling John and laying it right on him: listen, she would say. Don't you think we should go to another party tonight, just like last night. If he acted hurt that he didn't get on in the real action, she would just say it was his own fault; if he said he had enough of her wild ways, she would say that he owed it to himself to let her teach him a few things; if he said that he couldn't take any more of such hot action, that he was too timid, she'd tell him she'd make a man out of him. To make a long story short, when a young woman with a dildo, and with a vivid imagination, is painting her own sex scenes, she doesn't have many obstacles to overcome, and within minutes Veronica orchestrated a car scene, John driving, and herself helping with directions for their second hot party in two nights.

"Listen," he said, "I don't know many of the people."

"Come off it John. You have to get over your own shyness – where's it going to get you?"

He didn't answer which didn't matter since they were rapidly approaching the affluent home which would be the scene of the crime. John pulled into the driveway of a large ranch house, "Well, this is it." The host was already on the lawn ready to greet his guests, a good-looking blond man in his early thirties, middle height, wearing an open-necked shirt, tight flare pants and a pair of boots.

"How do you do," he said, "please come in. You know we have a special treat tonight; I have some footage which is just super, I mean, some fine portraiture, really fine portraiture, to say nothing of my treatment of intercourse, the best in naturalistic pornography." He led his new guests inside to his living room where he already had a projector set up and a large screen, much larger than your average home movie screen. "Listen, Don's in the other room smoking some grass, which is okay be cause he's seen this stuff – oh, you two are welcome to some if you like, but as a personal favor, I would appreciate it if you'd hold off until after the viewing, because you'll appreciate it more this way. Okay, why don't we begin."

Two other women, Bernice and Lu, watched the screen which began in complete darkness, then became more light until the form of a torrid blonde was visible, riding on something, as her body was moving up and down. Soon, somehow, the director managed to have her clothes magically stripped from her body as if by the wind, first blouse, then bra, until her torso was naked (or at least all of it which was visible from the waist up) at which point great gusts of wind blew against her so that her breasts were pushed up and down and her hair went back, pulled off her forehead.

Veronica was incredibly turned on by this. For that matter, she hadn't been to many porno flicks, even though she could have gone many times in the past. It was just that the guys from the office she'd gone out with never seemed to go for that sort of thing, unless it was due to the fact that Vern herself was so inhibited. But the images Veronica imagined the director creating, basking in her own sensuality and the physical sensations of the wind, made her want not only to be in the picture with the woman, but to make love to her.

The picture continued and now the camera angle moved into a subjective shot from the woman's point of view, looking down, so that she could see the man she was mounting, none other than the film maker. Bill. Bill pushed his head into her face, then buried his cock into her cunt, a close-up of his face showing his mouth open and his eyes alive with pleasure. Finally, locked in each other's loins, the couple turned over and over, rolling around some downward slope which didn't seem to have a bet torn.

Veronica imagined watching the two women watching the film.

Bernice: Bernice was a dark type, tanned and healthy, but in her own way quite exotic. Her breasts were nothing less than huge, proudly bulging under her sweater like two balloons, round and full. She looked as if she'd been manufactured expressly for sex, for enjoying a full-time romp with men, with boys, with girls and especially with women. Her arms were folded on her lap, a lap which looked like it had to contain the hottest, wettest, most fulsome and desirable cunt in town. She proudly had her legs stretched out in front of her body, legs which were curved like few others, thin from the thigh down but not meager, just long and lean enough to accentuate her womanly contours, all lines leading upwards until the eye is inevitably lead to her alluring pussy, covered by a short dress, but somehow promising to be naked as soon and as completely as possible. Her black hair fell down on her shoulders, in front of her chest, and finally moved outward with the curve of her bosom, hair which looked like it could advertise for a beauty dressing, shimmering, the kind of hair that a man wants to shoot his wad into, the kind of hair which could be intermingled with a man's nuts, with his cock, with his own pubic hair, the kind of hair which, as the rest of her body, was made for sex.

Lu: Lu was the blonde in the room, and if Bernice's breasts can be termed gigantic, Lu's were at the least, extra-large (not quite as mammoth as her friend's, but no small tomatoes either). Lu looked like she was ready to get it from every angle: her mouth, open and expectant, her arms, wrapped around her own torso just below the breasts which made them stick out even further; her eyes, wide and full, the pupils expanded to maximal opening. This was a specimen of a woman, a shining, radiant beauty, ready to pull down her pants and display to any willing partner – be it female or male – that she was every bit as good in bed as she looked.

Meanwhile, the film kept flashing in front of the viewers, a scene of now three naked forms rolling and romping together until finally coming to a sudden halt, entwined within each other's limbs. There were two males and the one woman, both men anxiously feeling her body, perhaps competing to be the first one inside of her enticing cunt. The woman spread her legs and exposed her pulsing pussy, creating an opportunity which neither of the men ignored, pushing their full, heavy cocks in that direction. But one clearly but the other, so the loser brought his cock up toward the woman's mouth as she was being penetrated down below. She groaned out at first when she was entered, then composed herself as she took the other man's cock in her mouth. She was on her back now, her body covered from the waist down by the man fucking her, his legs plastered against her own, his arms stretched out on each side of her body, his mouth open in pure ecstasy. The other man was on his knees and managed to point his cock directly down at her, positioning the stem so that eating it was as simple as a tilt of the head, an opening of the mouth, and a good suck emanating from within. There was no dialogue, no sound, but its dream-like qualities made it one of the sexiest sights Veronica had ever witnessed – and to think that it was all purely the product of a masturbatory imagination.

Harder and faster the two men stuck their peckers into the respective openings, engorging her with their manhood. She could not even cry out if she had wanted to, for her mouth was entirely filled with that hairy hobo, pressing fervidly, passionately into her orality. Oh, fuck her, Veronica thought, fuck her until she begs you to stop. She imagined what it would be like to have the exclusive use of two men like that, one of them concentrating on her pussy, the other lathing her breasts, or giving her some mouth action like in the picture. She imagined how exciting it would be to draw two erect penises up to her face and feel them against her lips, then compare them for size, for hardness, for consistency as well as the parameters of visual effect (color, form, design). Yes, it would be sheer heaven, an ultimate in sexual experiments.