Alicia disappeared into a rehearsal set almost immediately after arriving. She had to do a scene in her school uniform to set up the locker room shot yesterday. It was all lame dialogue and such, not exactly Merchant and Ivory, but honest. The scene was shot with Rachel, the AD, actually directing this time. Juliette preferred working on the hard-core scenes. The others tended to depress her according to Rachel.
Then it was off to do another setup scene for the big messy finale to be shot around five. Alicia was to wear a silver metallic prom gown that hugged her like a second skin, with shimmery thigh-top nylons and matching shoes. With her hair piled elegantly atop her head and in full evening makeup she was a queen.
Samantha and I kept out of the way as she rehearsed her lines with the six other girls in the shot. There were two that actually looked about Alicia’s age, the others were hardly high school material but nobody would really notice much once the clothes started coming off.
It was nearly time for the final scene and Juliette had come down to get set up. She came over to me and Samantha, sitting on a table near the set.
“Hi Chris! Hope you’re ready for some real wild fun today.”
I couldn’t tell from her expression if she meant the scene or something else.
“This must be Alicia’s mom, Samantha is it? You must be so… thrilled to have a daughter as beautiful and talented as Alicia with such an… appetite for… pussy?”
Her eyes held Samantha’s for a moment. There was no sense pretending this was Hollywood. Juliette wanted to understand what Samantha was really doing here and to test her resolve to endure it. It was hard for her to imagine how a mother could watch with dispassion as her own daughter performed sex acts in public for money.
Rather than being shocked, Samantha welcomed Juliette’s tough, brutal honesty. She had been pretending far too long herself about her feelings and her life and it was a relief to be direct with another woman.
“I just want what’s best for Alicia. If she’s half as passionate fucking other women and men in your video as she was with me, her mother, in our bed last night, I know she will bring pleasure to everyone that sees her.”
Juliette was impressed. There were lines even she had never crossed in her long, hedonist private life, dark places that she had refused to explore. Incest was one of these. Not in real life anyway. Aunt Peg… Taboo… That was all just so much play acting and fantasy. When she occasionally crossed paths with people who had been to these places she always felt admiration and even… reverence. She gave Samantha a small kiss of spiritual kinship.
“I heard about your… incontinence… problem over at the resort. Very kinky. I don’t suppose this bad boy had any part in it now, did he?” She asked Samantha rhetorically as she squeezed my ass through my jeans hard enough to hurt.
“I could never do that on camera the few times I was asked. Just wouldn’t come out when the director told me to do it. Now C.J., C.J. Laing. There was a girl that could pee on cue like a fire hydrant. Too bad about the drugs though. God, what a fuck up.”
After pausing a moment she continued,
“Well, got to go. Nice meeting you Samantha. Very nice. Oh, you’re both invited to the wrap party after the last shot. And Chris, don’t forget our little soiree. I can’t let little Alicia have your big, beautiful cock all to herself now can I? Byeee.”
She headed back to her director’s chair ready for Scene 50.
The set was a remarkable reproduction of an institutional kitchen all in stainless and tile. There were overhanging ventilation hoods with pots and pans dangling beneath, and a large industrial mixer with a 15 gallon stainless bowl which sat on its own stand on the floor.
Layed out on the stainless counter tops were about five grand worth of every kind of cream pie, frosted cake, and gooey whipped cream pastry imaginable. They were under plastic sheeting to keep fresh until the scene was started.
There was also a false floor of vinyl tile on top of a layer of plastic sheeting which protected the wood sound stage floor beneath. There would be three cameras for this scene, two hand-held that were wrapped in plastic wrap as well except for the lenses. The plastic wrap wouldn’t crinkle on mike the way the plastic sheeting would. I half expected Gallagher to show up with his mallet for this scene but Juliette had something hotter in mind.
The “talent” for the finale would include Alicia and her six new nympho girlfriends all of whom were already experienced in the porno industry. They arrived giggling and adjusting their costumes and lingerie with a kind of anxious energy that infected the whole crew.
Alicia fit right in helping one girl with her zipper and another with a faulty garter tab that kept slipping off the nylon stocking it was supposed to hold. Alicia’s silver metallic sequin gown with stockings and silver heels was spectacular but the other girls were beautifully decked out as well. One dark beauty was in a burgundy and black velvet gown, and another darker blond girl with enormous tits was wearing a black satin evening gown with seamed hose and strap high heels.
There was an all-white lace ruffled gown with thin spaghetti straps worn by a very tall, statuesque brunette with the most perfect shapely legs I had ever seen. She was an exercise instructor at the resort when she wasn’t doing porno. All of them had on evening makeup with their hair either piled high or hanging sensuously in long falls or curls. Even the jewelry was dressy and sparkling, with simulated diamonds and pearls adorning their ears and swinging suggestively against their bare necks below.
The prop master then briefed them on where things were and what to look out for once things got hot and heavy.
“Don’t whatever you do get any of the salad oil in your eyes or we’ll have to stop and rinse it out. And don’t swallow any of the stuff that goes up… anyone’s… well, you know the rules. Its not very healthy and we don’t want people showing up with E-coli infections.
Now, up here in the cabinets are the large cans of stuff, chocolate syrup, honey, salad oil, and my favorite, chocolate and vanilla pudding. These are gallon cans with the lids already off and filed so nobody will get cut on the edges. They’ve been sitting in the lights a while so they shouldn’t be real cold but don’t count on it. The brownie mix is in the big stainless mixer bowl but don’t dump that until Juliette says, and be careful, 15 gallons of chocolate brownie mix weighs about 50 pounds. Now, for the water system…”.
As he continued the girls were squealing and laughing at what they were going to do like kids waiting for a birthday party. Juliette was about ready and the crew was in position.
The premise was that the girls were at the prom but decided to vandalize all the party stuff in the kitchen to get back at the principal and… so on.
To me there was really only one part of the scene that would take real imagination. Everybody already knew how the scene would start with all the pretty girls parading ominously through the pastries and deciding where to strike. And everybody knew where things were going to end up, in a total, fucking mess. The real trick would be to connect the two visuals in a way that made it believable and… sensual.
“Lights.”
“Roll tape.”
“Speed.”
“Slate.”
Beep, beep, beep, BOOOOP.
“Action.”
The girls came in on tiptoe and flipped on the dummy light switch. The set was illuminated fully and the time clock on the lifespan of the five thousand dollars worth of pastries started ticking down.
There was some dialogue and a few camera relocations before things got serious. One of the girls strolled slowly by a large iced cake and swiped a long finger full placing it in her mouth and savoring the sweet taste. Then another began licking the creamy edge of a puff pastry getting traces of the white whipped cream on her mouth and nose. So far the dieter’s in the audience were getting excited but still no sensuous transition.
Then, calling up some inner childish, animal genius Alicia set up in her mind the moment of truth. She was leading the story from silly to sensuous and Juliette, always the pro, followed her with two cameras.
She glided over to one of the stainless steel cabinets above the counter and opened it. It was high enough to make it difficult for her, even in her heels, to reach up and bring down the heavy cans.
The camera followed up her arm to her hand as it traced up the side of a large one gallon industrial can of chocolate syrup, trying to reach it and take it down. A wide shot showed her extended, stretching and pulling up the hem of her silver gown over her white and silver thigh top stockings. Her right heel popped out of her silver pump as her stretch reached a climax.
With exquisite timing, she hooked her index finger over the edge of the large can and… tipped it on its side against the shelf.
A dark chocolate ribbon of sticky sweet syrup cascaded from the shelf and ran perfectly over Alicia’s exposed neck. Her low cut gown and full cleavage provided the perfect channel for the syrup, funneling it between her breasts. As the camera pulled back it showed her dress amazingly clean with the brown torrent draining down the front of her tight dress. What it also showed was the exquisite pleasure and surprise in Alicia’s young face as the cool, thick syrup spread inside her dress, over her breasts, down her warm belly and back, down the crack of her ass, unimpeded by panties, and between her thighs.
It was all happening inside her silver evening dress in slow motion and yet we felt every drop against her skin from her expression of rapture. The camera slowly panned down to her legs as the sticky chocolate streamed from her hem in front and back and ran down the insides of her parted legs, pooling between her silver pumps in a brown puddle.
Climbing up on the counter she cautiously brought down the next can to be ‘experienced’, USDA 100% Pure Honey. She sat on the counter, her silver gown now tugged up and her legs spread to show the brown stains down her upper thighs, the ruined stockings, and her pink shaved vagina perfectly lit from the front by the fast thinking crew.
She threw back her head and tipped the entire gallon can down her front closing her eyes in delight. Looking up her gown, the ribbon of golden honey could be seen descending slowly across her spread lips like a transparent curtain. The thought on every man and woman’s mind at that moment could only be, “Oh God, what must that feel like!”
She lowered the straps of the silver gown to reveal her glistening breasts, their nipples full and ripe from their cold anointing. She cupped her breasts underneath and slid her hands over her slippery flesh then reached down inside her gown. Her hand was visible from the low angle as she pried open her labia and massaged in the chocolate and honey. She then took her hand out and brought it to her lips, licking the strange mixture of chocolate, honey, and her own woman’s wetness from each finger.
As the other girls took the cue, the gowns and undies started coming off and the scene turned to pastry. The voluptuous dark blond had a shaved pussy as well and made good use of it. She positioned her bottom directly above a very large banana cream pie on the floor and, at Juliette’s visual cue, proceeded to sit directly in it, driving the cream filling and whipped topping up over her belly and ass. Alicia, now nude except for her thigh tops, joined her on the floor and began eating the cream from between her open legs. The blond was genuinely turned on and Alicia wanted desperately to lick her to orgasm but, alas, there were so many pastries and so little time.
Two girls got on the floor together in panties and bras while a third dumped a two gallon can of salad oil over their hair and bodies. They fell onto each other, pressing and rubbing their breasts and nipples against the other’s as the white bras and panties became transparent from the oil.
Alicia took a large chocolate cake with chocolate icing and mashed it against the breasts of another brunette smearing it down her entire front and licking the sweet icing from her pert nipples. Cans of chocolate pudding then appeared poured over the writhing bodies of two girls now locked in 69 position and determined to get each other off no matter what the fucking director asked for.
It was soon clear the girls had made as much a mess as they could with the pastries and were so horny all they really wanted to eat was each other. Juliette insisted they dump out the vat of brownie mix which spilled on the floor and formed a big brown puddle for Alicia and her blond friend to wrestle in.
It was funny how the girls naturally found partners they preferred from the bevy of equally gorgeous nymphs. Call it chemistry. With the scene of utter debauchery ‘in the can’ Juliette whispered some last instructions to the crew in their headsets and shouted,
“Cut.”
A brief moment of silence followed as the tape technician verified a good signal and sound on the tape with a ten second playback. Then Juliette gave the signal that the whole crazy crew had been waiting two weeks for.
“Ok kids. We’re clear. Everybody out of the pool. That’s a wrap.”
Before leaving the set the girls were treated to a quick cold water hose down that served two purposes. First, it knocked off most of the big chunks of cake and icing from their body cavities so they wouldn’t be dropping pieces in the hall on their way back to the dressing rooms. Second, the cold water subdued some of their raging hormones long enough to get them off the set in the first place so the crew could begin breaking it down. They lined up one by one and got hosed, squealing and laughing as the spray jet shot cold water through their hair, between their legs, and across their ass cheeks.
I stayed back letting Alicia have her fun. I noticed as she left the set she was holding hands with the buxom blond older girl she’s gone down on in the scene. It was almost like a school mate or something but it also helped steady them both as they walked across the slippery mess.
Juliette disconnected herself from the headset and got up out of her chair.
“I have some business to attend to but I really do want to talk with you… Personally upstairs in my office… say in about half-an-hour. We can come back to the party after we’re done… talking”, she said to me between interruptions from the crew’s last minute requests.
I nodded and she was gone.
“Well Samantha, how’d you like the scene. Wasn’t Alicia fabulous?”, I said as she walked up to me from where she had been viewing the scene.
“Pretty wild… Alicia was always such a neat girl. It must have been a hoot to just let go and make a mess like that. Did you see when the honey went down her dress? I had shivers just watching her face and imagining the sensation of… still. I didn’t see her come at all in the scene, did you?”
“You’re right. She was turned on but they kept interrupting everyone before they could get off. I bet she’s really wound up.”
Then, in a moment of candor, I changed the subject.
“You know, Samantha, at some point this whole wild thing has got to end. I mean, since I came down and fucked Aunt Carol, and then Alicia came, and now with you getting involved and all… I feel like I’ve been caught up in some giant, perverted tornado like in the Wizard of Oz… at some point… we all have to go back to Kansas. I’ve really been thinking… Maybe Alicia and I should… get married… you know, once she graduates. You’d be a great mother-in-law.”, I said smiling.
“Only if you let me come along on the honeymoon. We could all share the wedding night together couldn’t we, darling. Chris, listen to me. You’re both way too young for marriage. You’ve got school and Alicia… she has the talent to really make something exciting of her life. Don’t clip her wings so soon, sweetheart.
For me, I’ve spent too many years in Kansas and, fuck it Chris, I’m never going back. I decided that the night your aunt called and we got into it again. I had never masturbated on the telephone with anyone, man or woman, before that night and it awakened something in me that I thought was long dead. You helped me to so much last night darling I can’t tell you. I found that it was all right to be the woman I wanted to be and not some socially acceptable stereotype.
When I was nine or ten I went to visit my cousins up state. They had four kids, two girls and two boys. The boys were older than me, twelve and eleven, and the girls were my age and younger. My cousin Emily was my age and had long red hair that she wore in braids.
We had all gone to the beach one day and had been playing in the sand and teasing Emily’s brothers. At one point I had to pee and I told Emily and we decided to take her little sister with us behind the bushes to pee since there were no bathrooms on the beach. We all walked back together and took off our suits so we wouldn’t mess them.
There was a little sand pit that the three of us stood around and we linked arms and just started peeing… three little girls just having an innocent pee. Emily and I just had the beginnings of pubic hair, peach fuzz, but her sister was still smooth. Breasts were still a couple years off.
I looked up at one point and I could see my boy cousins under a bush watching us like that and… I felt aroused for the first time I could remember… not just an innocent tickle but the real thing… a hot flush of sensation in my clit and inside my abdomen that made me want to touch myself. I was looking over at Emily and she could see the expression on my face but we just stood there in silence. I guess she saw them too because she got mad and chased them off and then we got dressed. I used to think about that day when I would lay in bed at night. I wanted so badly to really do it and I stopped myself… like a good girl.
Last night you took me back to that beach… to that first intense sensation when I discovered what a woman’s… a grown woman’s body could experience. Whatever you and Alicia eventually do, I will support you. But I can’t go back to where I came from. Not anymore.”
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet. You feel like your up for a little fun. Wait here and I’ll see if I can… fix you up for the party.”
I grabbed a two paper cups from the back table filled with refreshments for the cast and crew. Then I walked over to Trey, the thin, tall black stud that had taken Alicia’s anal virginity in front of me yesterday. He was bullshitting with some white girl who was in the process of brushing him off coldly.
“Trey. Chris. Remember me. Alicia’s boyfriend.”
“Chris, yeah, my man. You like our scene man. She is gonna be big in this biz, you watch.”
“I wanted to ask you something but I didn’t get to talk to you after the scene. You fucked Alicia in both her pussy and her ass. Is it… like… Different… you know… how does it feel different?”, I asked as I handed him one of the paper cups in my hand.
“You mean you ain’t done that little woman up the ass yet. Chris, you’re leading a deprived existence. Yeah, it feels different, sure. More with older women you know, when they get fucked out in their pussies their asses still are… tight. ‘Course Alicia, now she’s special, you know, she got that pussy muscle thing and being young and all its pretty much a tie in my book. You saying she ain’t done anal until me?”
“Not that I ever heard about. She was an anal virgin till you popped her yesterday, right in front of me.”
“Hey, no hard feelings, man. Its a job but somebody got to do it. I got to admit she really got me off with her pussy squirting and the way she dug it. See, women don’t get the same pleasure from anal as pussy sex. Its more just the nastiness of it like admitting they’re this fucking animal inside instead of a good girl. Virgin-whore, virgin-whore, that’s the whole trip with these girls. You and me we’d go out and play ball or get in a fight or something to just get the energy out… but these women… they just use the sex… like they were getting back or something.”
He took a sip from the cup I’d brought him.
“I see you found the drink… pineapple juice… man, the ladies just love that come when it tastes like pineapple juice.”
“There’s a lady I’d like you to meet. The brunette in the white see-through dress over by the wall.”
“Mrs. Robinson? That’s what we call older chicks that get off with porno people. She fucking you?”
“That’s Alicia’s mom, Samantha, and yeah, she’s fucking me… she’s even fucked with her daughter and me. Does this interest you?”
“Whoa, you into some real heavy shit there. You sure she likes… dark meat? Don’t want trouble, you know, with the authorities.”
“Right now she would fuck a horse if she could find one. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”
I strolled back to Samantha with Trey in tow and introduced him to her. Her expression said it all… no problem.
“I’ve never seen a black man’s… of course everyone thinks that they’re so much… larger, but its just a myth isn’t it?”
As they casually walked toward where the party would be I was sure Trey would be correcting Samantha’s misunderstanding very soon.
“Chris, over here.”
It was Alicia all washed up and pretty in her tiny chemise dress and platform heels. She had on a pair of black suspender hose this time. Her hem fell just below the darker reinforced portion of her hose at the tops of her thighs. She was still holding hands with the voluptuous, absolutely perfect, buxom blond girl she had done the scene with, now washed and made up and dressed in a black lightweight dress, incredibly short with a loose pleated skirt that barely covered her black stocking tops and garters when she was standing straight up. Next to her was a guy about 30 with long black curly hair that covered his ears. He was in good shape but not a muscle freak. I’d seen him in the video booth with the technical crew.
“Chris, this is Kimberly and her husband Jim. Kim had been in a bunch of these videos and she is so hot… I just love her, and Jim is with the video crew.”
Kim made some motions with her hands and Jim translated.
“Kim says she saw you at the resort fucking Alicia’s mom in the window and she said she had to meet you in a hurry. Anybody that crazy must be a great fuck.”
Kim was hearing impaired. She could speak a little but used Jim to communicate her Amslan. Looking at her sparkling blue eyes and full, voluptuous lips I wished to God I had learned Amslan so I could tell her how beautiful she was without words. Of course, there are other ways of non-verbal communicating.
Alicia told me that Kim and Jim lived up at Lake Arrowhead and just came down for work. Jim was watching Alicia’s mouth as she talked and I knew he was as smitten with her as I was with his wife, Kim. Kim broke in and Jim translated.
“We want you two to come stay with us for a long weekend up at Arrowhead. We can do some of the clubs and kind of flirt… and get into it. Jim really likes watching me get off with other guys and I know he’ll enjoy watching us fuck”.
She was looking at me as she signed but it was Jim’s voice that I heard. It was wild, but confusing. I also assumed by “us” she was including Alicia and that Jim was going to fuck Alicia. Actually, I liked the idea. He was good looking and healthy and I know she’d really get off with him. I wasn’t worried about losing her, he had his hands full with his own wife, Kim.
Jim said we should all go over to the Club at the other end of the studio where the wrap party was getting under way. We could experiment a bit and see if the chemistry was there. The Club was built just for the porn crew and, as a special, invitation-only treat, couples from the resort who weren’t in the business but just liked “swinging” and stuff. Then he described the central feature of the Club.
“It’s really state-of-the-art with a great sound system and D.J. The really cool part is the dance floor. Its about twenty by twenty and its solid acrylic… you know… transparent. Its built over this carpeted pit with cushions and ledges in it where people can just lounge and… experiment… While looking up and… enjoying the view as the ladies dance overhead. Its a real turn on for the girls who like to show off and it ain’t bad for the dudes either. Kim wouldn’t miss it. Its so hot without panties but some of the women, like in the crew, aren’t quite that… free.”
I was sold but I had one other piece of business to attend to… and it didn’t involve Alicia. I explained that I had to talk to Juliette, the director, and said I’d join them when I was done. Then Kim spoke through Jim.
“Juliette asked to see you? She only does that for special people. I can’t believe she’s going to fuck you. She’s like a goddess around here. You better tell us everything when you get done.”
“She’s sort of… old… isn’t she Chris?”, Alicia broke in. “I mean my mom is older but Juliette… its about a forty year difference. Does she turn you on?”
“When I look at her it triggers something from my memory that I can’t explain. Its not her body alone… she’s still pretty healthy… its that image of Aunt Peg, with the mirror between her legs… yeah, she turns me on.”
Alicia and Kim and Jim followed Samantha and Trey out the back of the set and toward the Club. It was quiet on the set and only the maintenance lights were on. I went up the stairwell to the mahogany and leather appointed suite that served as Juliette Anderson’s executive director’s office.
******
I walked down the carpeted hall to the end where the large oak door was just barely open. In ordinary black letters it read “Juliette Anderson, Executive Director”. I was about to knock when Juliette’s voice called from inside.
“Come in Chris and have a seat. I’ll be off the phone in a sec.”
I went into the outer room of the suit. There was a black leather and stainless couch and matching chair and a very expensive crystal coffee table which looked like a block of ice. There were some books and magazines on it in English and something like German but weirder looking. Maybe Danish. Across from the sofa and chair and canted at an angle was a huge 50″ wide screen TV. There was another oak door that led to her desk area but I didn’t want to disturb her if she was in conference. It was very quiet away from the chaos of the set.
“Like my pet?”, Juliette cooed as she stepped through her office door. She was wrapped in a fur coat which was a little strange for Mexican summer but could explain why the air conditioning was on so high on the second floor.
“Its ermine. I’d never actually kill the poor little things to make a coat but these were already dead so, what the fuck. Its not just any ermine coat, it has a special little secret. Can you guess the secret, Chris?”
“Well, for starters, I would guess that you’re totally nude underneath it. Is that a fair bet?”
“Very good, my dear Holmes. But that’s not the special part my sweet, or the fact that it set me back about seventy-five thousand dollars, either. No, the really nice part about this coat is that it’s double-sided, there’s ermine on the outside and there’s all this soft, cuddly ermine on the inside as well. You can’t imagine how it just tickles a girls… everything to wrap her nude body in seventy-five thousand dollars worth of the softest fur on the planet.
Now take off those fucking clothes before I have to spank you for being such a bad boy. Imagine making you girlfriend’s mom do all that nasty stuff and then… my goodness… actually fucking her in front of her own daughter. Just shameful.”
I peeled off my jeans last and stood for a moment as her eyes drank me in from head to toe. Her lips parted involuntarily as she glided up next to me, pulled open her ermine coat and pressed her very warm nude body up against me. She draped the oversized coat over my shoulders so that the furry insides were swishing over my buttocks and we locked our mouths in the most primitive and carnal of French kisses.
Her breasts were stretched and a bit lower, but as my hands brushed over them they had the supple texture and fleshy voluptuousness of a younger woman’s. My hands roved over her ass cheeks behind, lifting them and caressing them in circles. Her skin wrinkled with pressure unlike Alicia’s elastic melons or even Samantha’s mottled cheeks but… it still… felt like a woman, nothing like the muscled sinews of a man’s ass. She was also a great kisser, able to hold her breath longer than a woman half her age.
There was still one test of Mother Nature’s bounty to women that I had to make. I brought my hand around her belly, slowly easing down over her ticklish pubic triangle. It was sparser and lighter than the natural blond bush of her youth that I had admired so much in the mirror scene. My finger slid along the insides of her pussy lips and she shivered and pressed up against me a bit more in rising passion. She was outrageously wet, eighteen-year-old-girl on-her-first-date with-the-high-school-quarterback wet. Her eyes opened and looked at me knowing that she had passed the test.
“If you know how to live your dreams as a woman… you never lose it.”
She kissed me again before adding, “Of course, I also recommend a balanced diet, regular exercise, and very expensive hormone therapy. Along with a shot of strawberry lube.”
I tasted my finger and… strawberry. Ok, so maybe you can’t totally fool Mother Nature. But it wasn’t all strawberry. There was another scent there that I tried to place. It was a woman’s scent for sure but more complex. It smelled like sandalwood incense fanned through an old, musty movie theater. Like pine oil cleaner in a murky men’s restroom. Like thousands of old men staring up at a beautiful woman on screen, exposing her genitals and her soul for them while they jerked off into a tissue in worship. It smelled like a legend.
“I want to put on a video while we… warm up.”
No fucking way. I was about to fuck a legend and she thinks I need to watch a porno flick to get in the mood. Talk about killing the moment.
“Juliette, I really don’t want or need to watch a stupid…”
“Shh. Humor me. Its an oldie but you might get a kick out of it.”
She clicked on the wide screen and started the VCR. It was a flick I had never found in dad’s stash called “Candy Stripers”. The premise was there were these young nubile little hospital helpers called Candy Stripers that wore semi-nurse’s uniforms with peppermint strip aprons and helped the nurses.
Apparently the nurses and doctors and patients were also supposed to help themselves to the candy stripers as well. It was 35mm film on video which was another problem. I preferred the hard reality of video to the dream quality of film. Just my own bias I guess. The titles ran but Juliette was now performing oral sex on my erection and my reading ability was impaired.
This tape had also been edited because all of a sudden we were at some middle scene. One of the nubile nurses was supposed to send a candy striper to look in on one of the female patients who needed some “therapy”. The female patient, a thinnish looking dark haired girl in a long black chiffon nightie pulled above her waist, was masturbating with a very ripe banana and clearly enjoying it. This was when the candy striper came in and “surprised” her.
Juliette had taken a breather at this point. As the girl came in she was facing away from the camera and then turned for her first frontal shot. There are moments in everyone’s life that transform them, chaotically. That was then and this is now. This was one of those moments. The girl in the scene was unmistakable my own mother.
As she was 22 years ago, of course. She had straight, long blond hair with short bangs, not the cascading darker blond shoulder length perm she has now. She wasn’t wearing her glasses either. But it was Mom. Beautiful, voluptuous, and utterly sensual in the short, crisp white uniform, with white stockings and shoes, and subtle but sexy eye and lip makeup that I’d never seen her wear in the 20 years I’d been her son. The connection was hard to make both in my brain and in my penis. This was Mom, do-your-homework-bringing-me-soup when-I’m-sick-listen-to-cry-when-Dad-left, Mom.
She moved to the side of the other girl’s hospital bed and watched her masturbating with the banana for a moment. Then she began to kiss her while her hand went down and massaged the girl’s vagina.
It was not acting beyond a certain point. You can’t pay women enough to “act” what they do on camera in hard core porn. It was real. It was Mom becoming genuinely aroused with another woman in front of a roomful of camera people and sound technicians.
Juliette had removed her coat and mounted my rigid penis taking her own pleasure and watching mine at the same time. She was open and wet and I glided easily up into the vagina that had held Leslie, and Holmes, and Gillis. I was in the Pussy Hall of Fame.
Mom… Karen… lifted her uniform over her head and slid off the white stockings on her legs, unveiling her nude young body for all to see. Her breasts were firm and rode high on her chest with smallish but visibly erect nipples. She had wonderful, wide thighs and hips, not heavy but voluptuous like a Gauguin woman. Her bush was trimmed in a narrow strip of light blond curls. She was determined and confident and totally aroused, as I’d seen Alicia get when her hormones kicked in during the double penetration shot.
She and the other girl now moved into 69 position and began eating each other in the bed. The camera shot was over the head of the dark haired girl looking up at Mom’s gaping pink vagina as she was spread open. Her inner membranes were wet as her clit was vigorously sucked by the girl below her. She was licking and sucking the other girl’s vagina from above.
The sound was not synched well until my mom exploded with a very real, very vocal, orgasm. It was her voice, that slightly hoarse, lisping voice that I knew from my earliest moments of life. It even had the faint echoes of her accent from her humble roots in Georgia that she tried so hard all her life to cover out of shame. It only crept back in when she was out of control… either real mad… or about to have and orgasm on film. She was actually coming with a Southern accent.
Juliette made one final thrust with her hips just as the sound of my Mom’s orgasm began and… I came inside her… aching, thrusting, panicked, scared, horny, confused, drained. I came with the sound of my own mother’s orgasm in my ears and I knew I had crossed the line.
My orgasm didn’t even dent my penis, as Juliette no doubt expected from her twenty year old lover. She resumed as my mom was fingering the other girl, first two, then three, and finally inserting her entire hand in her well lubricated vagina. With her hand inside, my mom began stroking the writhing woman as lust overcame all sense of modesty. It looked almost surreal to see my mom’s arm terminated at the wrist inside the body of another woman as if it had been amputated. The woman came on cue with sweat visible on her face and chest from the exertion and pleasure.
Then the tape made another jump to the finale shot which looked like it would be the classic group sex curtain call. One pair caught my immediate attention and stiffened my cock inside Juliette, poking her cervix and causing her to wince. Laying on her back on a hospital gurney cart with her uniform skirt up over her waist was my mom. She was in white stockings and a garter belt but no panties and her pussy was open and inviting with her thighs drawn up in expectation of imminent penetration. And who should it be that was imminently going to penetrate her but… Uncle Jerry… with a really nice, well-veined, no-flex-about-it hard-on that told me he was really going to enjoy this.
They both enjoyed it. From the first moment of slow penetration, to the sounds of murmured cries and grunts and moans, to the frenzied, almost violent thrusting as their climax approached, there was no doubt that these people, at this moment, forever frozen in time, were in the throes of real sexual pleasure, so ubiquitous, yet so prized for its pure joy.
They were looking right into each other’s eyes as my mom came first and then Uncle Jerry, shooting his come onto her belly and garter belt and falling against her heaving chest where they exchanged satisfied kisses.
Juliette came for about the third time as she extracted her pleasure from my iron penis inside her. I finally came as well, arching up into her and trying to pierce her navel from the backside as I convulsed in a second gut wrenching orgasm.
“So that’s how you knew my mom. She was in porn… with Uncle Jerry. Did you ever work with her?”
“No, darling. She was just another young girl in a sea of young girls that got into porn in the early days. It was the age of free love and birth control pills and some of the girls just got a little wild. I just admired her honesty. She was hot wasn’t she, Chris?”
“I’d say the half cup of semen in your pussy would confirm that opinion. Juliette, how can I ever go home or look at her again… my mom… and see her… As… a sexual woman, with this secret life that she hid from me so long?”
“Jerry gave me the tape when we set up Alicia’s contract. I wouldn’t have remembered her without it. It was… a gift… the whole thing with staying at your aunt’s was part of her… plan. Your mom, Karen wanted to tell you everything herself but couldn’t risk it until she was sure you’d understand… how she could have been like that… and is… like that. You had to experience the freedom and joy of it. Talk to her. She wants you to call her.”
“Not tonight”, I said slipping on my jeans and staggered through the large oak door. The fucking tornado wasn’t about to let me off.
******
I found my way to the Club on the other side of the studio. The music was typical dance crap but the pounding four beat was about all my brain cells could handle at this point. I picked up a pina colada, double rum this time, and looked for Alicia and friends. I found Alicia sitting alone at a small table with three other chairs. Samantha was nowhere to be found.
“Well, how was the big, famous director? I never heard of her before yesterday but everybody around here thinks she’s some kind of… god or something.”
“Ever have a day when you feel like you’re living in a Greek tragedy.”
“What’s a Greek tragedy.”
“A play, a story like. Did you ever read Oedipus Rex?” I was being a bit condescending with Alicia. Very passive-aggressive.
“Well, actually this year we’re reading Gulliver’s Travels. Its kind of rad. Little munchkins and stuff. Is edi-pus wrecks in Senior year?”
“I don’t think so Alicia. Anyway you wouldn’t like the ending.”
“Why don’t you ask me to dance? Kim and Jim are already out there and I want to dance on the glass floor and have everybody looking at my pussy. God, this club is so wild. I can’t believe there are places like this.”
Out on the acrylic dance floor were about fifteen couples, guys with girls and some girls with girls. I spied Kathy, the camera girl, dancing with Rachel, the AD. Kathy was no longer wearing a T-shirt and jeans but had put on a little leather mini-skirt with boots. She was topless and swinging her boobs to the beat with all her heart. Rachel looked a bit reserved wearing a tube top and denim shorts but I guess not all the women working there could be expected to be as exhibitionist as Alicia and her co-stars.
There were overhead strobes pulsating with the music and there were under skirt strobes from the occasional flash picture taken from the pit below. It was about six or seven feet below the glass floor and rimmed with neon and fluorescent lighting that shined upwards… for better viewing.
There was a flurry of flashes as Alicia and I stepped out onto the clear platform and started dancing. It was somewhat disorienting at first to look down into the pit, like you were going to fall or something but I kept looking forward at Alicia and she looked at me and we quickly adjusted.
We had gone dancing before and I knew she was a good dancer even when she was wearing panties. But the excitement of having all those unseen eyes peering up her short skirt at her legs, ass, and vagina really made her loose.
Frankly, I was getting as good a view of her pussy topside as the folks below as she spun and squatted and just plain lifted her skirt up off her ass every other step. She might as well have taken the damn thing off but it was her trip.
As we circulated we bumped into Kim and Jim who were into their own little dance routine. Kim was as free as Alicia and was flashing her pussy at me in a universal sign language that needed no words. She was looking for the polite moment to start the evening rolling. As usual, Alicia came to her rescue asking Jim to dance with her next.
Without being able to read her Amslan I was afraid I’d be at a disadvantage since she could still read my lips. The next tune was a ballad and it was time for some slow dancing. She was perspiring a bit from the wild dancing as I put my arm around her and drew her ample chest against me. I was dying to ask her how she felt in her short skirt, with the people below watching her but I wasn’t sure I’d get an answer. I decided to see what she would say.
“Kim. You’re really beautiful and hot. You must enjoy all the attention from the guys and the other girls. I have such an erection right now just looking at you standing there. I can’t imagine what the people in the pit must feel. Just… tell me how… as a woman… it feels to be so… vulnerable and exposed.”
She smiled up at me and licked the bit of perspiration from her upper lip. Then she began working her face down my chest, wiping me with her body at the same time lowering herself into a squat that opened her vagina to full view below us.
She lingered at my bulging crotch and smelled my well used penis inside my jeans. Then she let her legs slide out in front of her and around me so that her skirt was flared out around her and her vagina was kissing the clear floor below up.
She spent several tantalizing moments rocking and grinding her pussy against the floor then began her slow climb back up my torso finally ending her exploration in a tongue wrenching French kiss that left me breathless. She had made her state-of-mind quite clear, I thought.
She took my hand and led me to one of the side areas with cushions and dim lighting. There were other couples copulating in every known position and some I hadn’t tried yet. The sounds of lovemaking were regrettably drowned out by the incessant music except for an occasional soprano shriek of “Ohhhh God. I’m COMINGGGG”.
We found a free area and Kim undressed to her garters and stockings as I peeled off the jeans. We fell together with no conversation needed. I spent several minutes exploring her voluptuous breasts and then got between her legs and licked her to orgasm. She came with all the power of any woman but her voice was more gasping and breathy rather than a musical tone. She had learned to come without revealing her lack of speech but it felt like she was holding back with me as a result.
“Kim. When you come with me. Don’t think about me or how you sound. It’s not for me, its for you. Let go.”
Her eyes narrowed and she pressed my hand which was laying on her still heaving breasts. I began to lick her again, slowly at first, then building to her climax with two of my fingers in her vagina. At last she arched up again but this time emitted the sound that was in her heart. It was a dull “woooo” repeated rhythmically with her spasms that lasted about ten seconds. It had been some time since she’d allowed herself to expose her voice to another man other than Jim. It was almost more intimate to her than her genitals which she proudly displayed on camera and in her private life. Then it was time for her to give back the pleasure.
She sucked me like a pro, which she was, without getting me over the top and without complaining about the strawberry lube taste from Juliette’s pussy. Then she straddled my hips and impaled herself on my penis, wetting it in her soft, flooded inner folds.
I was guiding her thrusts when she lifted up and reached behind her grasping my penis in her slim fingers. I felt her guiding me to a spot where I’d never been, much higher than her vaginal opening. She was easing me into her ass. The lubrication from her vagina had eased the way and like a sausage going into a glove I ended up with my penis deep inside her warm rectum.
It was harder and less slippery than her pussy and the thinner walls stimulated me in a totally different way. Her pleasure was as much in seeing my expression as in the rather strange, urgent sensation of having a warm object up her bowels.
I thought it would take longer to come than it did but the muscular gripping was very exciting and after only a few rapid strokes I withdrew and shot a thin strand of semen up over her back.
She had just rolled over off me when who should appear from the murky darkness but Trey and Samantha, arm in arm, with Samantha’s head against his chest. She had a dreamy expression of utter satisfaction. Somewhere during the evening she had lost her dress, bra, and panties and was strolling about in her garters and stockings. How enchanting.
“Hey man, care for a drink”, Trey said handing me a styrofoam cup. He was wearing only his black boxers and looking pretty smug. I was pretty dry and needed a good slug of pineapple juice. I had taken two really good gulps before the taste hit me and I spit the remainder into the cup.
“What the fuck is this?”, I blurted in disgust wiping my mouth.
“Piss man. Fucking piss fresh from Mrs. Robinson to you. She said you’d like it, man. Now you all grossed out. I thought you was a baaad mother fucker, Chris.”
“Not yet, Trey, not yet”, I said but the music was too loud for him to hear me.
I told Kim I wanted to wash up and that she should try to find Jim and Alicia, then I’d join them. She put her dress back on and gave me a nice kiss before dashing off toward the dance pit.
I found my way to a bathroom and was washing off my nude body with some wet towels. The bathrooms in the Club were a lot nicer than the one Alicia had used next to the makeup room. Then I noticed that there were no urinals anywhere. Two young girls came out of their stalls at about the same time and just giggled as they walked past me. Oh well, any port in a storm.
I made my way back over to the dance pit and walked down the steps to see what all the fun was about. Jim and Alicia were lying there in a nice lip lock which I interrupted.
“Are you two coming or going, no pun intended?”, I quipped.
“Jim and I just had a wonderful time together. We really must go visit them in Arrowhead, Chris. He’s got this wonderful chest full of hair that felt so go when I was rubbing my pussy on it…”
“I get the picture, Alicia. Maybe if I didn’t shave for swimming you could fuck my chest hair?”, I said, teasing her.
Kim came down from up on the dance floor and grabbed Alicia’s wrist. They made their way up top to dance while I tried to learn something about the world we now were in.
“Kim is like an electric dynamo when she gets going. And she’s just so gorgeous. Its just… well, sort of unusual with her hearing and everything that she would be doing videos. How does she get around that?”
“At first she just did doubling, you know, body double work for girls who couldn’t do anal. And also group stuff, the big orgy shots at the end where everyone fucks everyone and all the sound is dubbed over crappy music. Then she got her tits and ass done and they tried to work her into starring shots. They’re starting to use her with her signing, kind of the Marlie Mason of porn. The producers are very supportive and… some guys almost find it… Sexy.”
“It is kind of sexy. I mean she has to say with her eyes and hands and body what the other girls can do with lines. Looks like she and Alicia are practicing up there.”
Above us the acrylic plank dance floor hung like a transparent ceiling. There were about ten couples still at it. Most of the women wore dresses or skirts and put on a very stylish show. There were panties and thigh tops with an occasional pantyhose conservative drifting overhead. Most of what you could see was the weird shuffling of shoe bottoms, gum and all, the swirl of a skirt here and the flash of a pantied crotch there. It was all pretty faceless from this angle.
Then there was the Alicia and Kim class. Their dresses were so outrageously short and flowing that it was silly for them to be wearing them at all, mostly just the idea of a skirt. Kim wore stockings and garters but Alicia had lost her suspender hose in her encounter with Jim and was bare underneath, shaved pussy and all.
They were both very good dancers even in the spindly high heels they wore but it was really misleading to call what they did dancing. They were making love in the vertical position. It was like a challenge game to see who could excite and one-up the other.
They would come together just long enough to touch lips and breasts then move apart, swaying their bodies suggestively as their feminine instincts inspired them to do. It was hot from any angle but from below, looking up at the bottomless bumps and grinds, it was cardiac arrest time.
Alicia drew on some of her athletic background and did a few splits right onto the glass floor leaving delicious smears from her overflowing vagina as it pressed up against the cool surface. They kept it up for about two long dance numbers before I saw them skip off to the outer corners to work off their pent up lust in a more traditional way.
“How did you guys end up here?”, I asked Jim as the girls disappeared.
“I apprenticed in Hollywood right out of junior college and got my journeyman’s card so I could work film. Until Kim went full time about two years ago I just moonlighted with the porn video stuff.
I met Kim through a film I worked on about the hearing impaired. You would not have believed her when we first met. She was super shy and introverted especially with guys… because of her speaking and hearing. She dressed real conservative… I never saw her in a dress unless she was going to temple, always pants or shorts.
We dated for about a year before she came around to telling me her interest in… other girls. That’s when I took her to one of the porn jobs I worked. She just stood in the back and watched everything but it began to open her eyes and her mind. She was so horny after watching that we’d go back and fuck for hours and I could see the energy that was pent up inside her. We were married about then and she kept coming to the porn jobs to get pointers.
About then we also met another couple with a really liberated wife and… started some swinging. Just light stuff at first, you know, flirting on dates, and walking arm in arm with the other guy’s wife, stuff like that.
Then we finally broke the ice and Kim had her first experience with another man and a woman in the same night. It was like opening the flood gates for her and she has never looked back. She got a whole new wardrobe and had her hair done like it is now.
The next real step is when she did an amateur video with me. Just some stuff of us making love, nothing big, but the camera watching her just turned her on like you wouldn’t believe. She could see how beautiful and sexy she looked fucking on tape and it masked her… imperfection. She asked me to try to get her into one of the porn videos.
Her first job she had to double for two other stars who wouldn’t take it up the ass on camera. They used body makeup to make her look different for each shot but I could tell her ass and pussy in the dark. She did great and they used her in some other scenes as well where nobody cared about lines.
Once she made some money she had her augmentations and started working full time. I still just moonlight with the crew but I’m thinking of retiring from the legit work and just doing porn. You meet a better class of people.”
We’d been looking up skirts for about half-an-hour and it was getting near time to hit the road back to Aunt Carol’s. It was after eleven now and it would take us an hour to get back over the border this time of night. Samantha would ride back with us, stay with my aunt for a few days and fly back with Alicia on Saturday. Two weeks I won’t be forgetting soon and neither with the Aronestis.
Making our way past the writhing and moaning bodies that were still fucking in the dark recesses of the outer areas, Jim and I came to one where a crowd of about eight to ten were standing in various degrees of undress. None were nude so I figured they were probably from the resort… tourists so to speak. As I moved inside to look for Alicia I discovered what the crowd was watching.
In the subdued light of the cubicle were the three women, Kim, Alicia, and Samantha. Kim and Samantha had on their stockings and garters but nothing else while Alicia was naked as the day she was born to Samantha. Kim was eating Alicia as Alicia was eating Samantha as Samantha was eating Kim. A three way daisy chain of contorting, ecstatic, passionate woman playing out a hedonist fantasy for an admiring but unaware audience.
Kim’s face glistened from Alicia’s ejaculations, how many was anyone’s guess. Alicia held her mother’s clit in her mouth and was pulling it out with her lips rather violently. Samantha dove into Kim’s pussy with delight, then had to pull her head back in her final orgasm of the night.
“Yesssss… ahhhhh… Alicia that’s it suck my pussy… suck that clit… right there… right… OHHHHH… OHHHHHHHHHHH… I’m COMINGGGGGG”.
The tour party sighed their approval not knowing the rarity of what they had just witnessed. Real incest. I wondered how they would individually react if they knew. Shock. Disgust. Lust. I knew what it did for me but then I was… different after tonight.
As Alicia and Samantha began getting dressed for the ride home, Juliette came by. I hadn’t seen her anywhere in the Club until now. She had on a red satin teddy with sheer red stockings and garter belt beneath. The teddy had small sequins sewn into the lacy cups of the bra. We spoke only briefly and she gave me back the tape she’d gotten from Uncle Jerry.
“Don’t be too hard on her, Chris. She made choices, some good, some not so good. I’m sure she loves you… you’re all she’s got now. Try to understand her… as… a woman.”