The Unwilling Actress

by Bella Dietrich

  He saw Rosemary come out the kitchen door on the far side of the room and pick her way to where he stood. She was as naked as the rest of them, and the only one who wasn't fucking. She walked right up to him and held out her hand.

  "Like a bite?" She held out a curled pink shrimp. "I got hungry." She waved her hand behind her at the sucking, moaning, fucking, wailing bodies.

  Web shook his head dumbly, staring at her naked white body as though it were a photograph, but he could see she was breathing as her round mounds of breasts rose and fell.

  "Like to join the party?" She caught his hand and put it on her naked breast. His cock just automatically jerked and rose reflexively.

  "Wait a minute. You can't go in there like that. It wouldn't be decent." Before Web knew what was happening, she'd jerked off his jacket and was working quickly at his belt, zipper, shirt, buttons, and tie. He helped her, not bothering to question the logic of her argument.

  He rammed past Rosemary before they got to his socks and shoes... but he was unaware they were still there. Web peered into the gloomy room, stepping over bodies and peering hard at every female head. His stupid goddamned cock was poling out now as hard as the rest of them.

  Then suddenly he stopped. Celia was there... as he'd known, really, from the moment he'd stepped into this inferno of lust she would be.

  Celia was caught like a beautiful butterfly on the pin of that goddamned Garrett bastard's cock... impaled as he, Webster McCullough, had impaled her downstairs on the couch. She was doing what he'd taught her. Doing what she hadn't even known existed until he'd taught her! But goddamn it to hell! Celia didn't have to be such a fucking quick study! She didn't have to sit there fucking up and down and riding that prick's hot cock!

  Just looking at her little round ass, the cheeks all firm and round and proud, bouncing up and down, sent his anger up to the top of his head and it was about to explode! Celia's little puckered asshole came into view as she rode forward. A tiny kiss-pouted crinkled hole. She wanted fucking so bad she even had to have that old fart's cock up her cunt... well, he'd show her what fucking was. By God, he'd ram it to her good and see how well she liked fucking!

  Her brain was so numb now that she didn't react very fast... her tortured body hurting so bad with the pain of Garrett's damaging, huge, punishing prick that she wished she could die... so when she felt a body behind her, it took a while for it to register. She had no idea how long that body had been there. She just wished futilely that it would pull her off this cutting instrument and put her bruised body to bed.

  Celia kept pulling up, hoping to ease the pain of Garrett's invading giant's tearing prod that stretched her beyond the elastic capacity of her hurting insides. Suddenly she felt something probing at her backside. Something hot and hard was trying to dig into her rectum, and hard hands were pushing her over so she could be rammed. Oh no! Not there! No! She couldn't stand any more pain!

  "You want to fuck, baby! Well you're going to get fucked like you've never been fucked before!" The words were snarled at the back of her neck, and she could feel a hot breath rasp out the terrible words. To punctuate their lewdness, the hot flesh rod stabbed into the outer edge of her anus. She screamed and tried to pull away, which only impaled her further on Garrett's huge throbbing shaft that he was pressing up into her belly.

  Web shoved his bull-maddened prick farther into Celia's tiny virginal asshole and watched her fall forward onto Garrett's chest. He wanted to punish her for what she'd done to him... was doing to him right now, with her tight little pussy, that had not known another prick but his until tonight, filled with that phony bastard's cock. Web drove again mercilessly into the inflexible ring of muscle inside her asshole, never backing off this time, but forcing his raging penis.

  "NO-0-O-O-OOOOOOO!" Celia screamed, her hands tearing into Garrett's chest hair and twisting and pulling them out. Garrett only batted her hands away with one huge paw and pulled her farther forward by the wrists until she was stretched on the rack that pulled her tortured body tighter and tighter, both orifices now full with two separate cocks that threatened to come together inside her fragile belly.

  The reluctant ring of muscle had finally given, and Web strained forward, driving hard and panting and groaning to distract and yet focus on the throbbing fleshy rod of his pole sunk to the hilt in Celia's asshole. "Back it in to me," he snarled, clenching her naked white hips with both his powerful hands.

  Celia tried to obey, her sobbing head hanging on Garrett's heaving chest, and then her numbed brain, that had recoiled in horror and left her agonized body defenseless, grasped the sound of that voice. The voice that belonged to the huge penis that was fucking her backside so pitilessly... it sounded dimly like Web when he was very angry. Feebly she twisted her head and forced her wet, glazed eyes to open-and it was Web!

  The pounding cocks raced into Celia's lax body, Garrett's in her tight almost virginal pussy and Web's in her till now completely virginal asshole. Her terrible sobbing and moaning only incited Garrett's hot pole to stab harder. Jesus! She was tight and good and putting on a hell of an act. God damn! He was going to get rich off this one girl alone.

  Web tried to turn off his ears... to concentrate on the feel of the salacious debauchery of fucking Celia's asshole while she let that bastard fuck her pussy.

  "Race you to... the finish line..." Garrett panted, grunting and shoving upward into the deep recesses of Celia's belly. Web saw red as clearly as if Garrett's hand had reached up to wave a flag in his face. He drove into Celia's clenching rectum fiercely, feeling the rubbery walls milking him and forcing him closer and closer.

  By going completely limp with the agony and pain, Celia felt a twinge of something. She couldn't be sure. Willing her twin orifices to suffer the rampaging cocks that thundered into her, Celia held her breath and waited a moment. The pain was mixed with something else! She caught her breath and waited again. Oh God! The pain was going!

  "Come on, baby... pound it back to me!" Web grunted out between clenched teeth. Celia nodded dumbly and clenched her eyes shut and shoved backwards as far as she could. Oh God! It was a miracle! The terrible, wracking, degrading, perverted pain was almost gone, and a searing, tingling, tantalizing pleasure was creeping through her ravaged membranes.

  She tried to do the same with Garrett's enormous, choking, filling prick that was pounding into her with increasing fury-and found it worked! Oh God! Soon she was catching on to the strange rhythm of two pillaging penises. First forward and then back, meeting them as they plunged into her pleasure-giving body! She was delivered!

  Riding the crest, she bucked back and forth, feeling the lascivious, libidinal rapture replace the pain entirely. Her cunt was alive and sucking now on Garrett's huge cock, and then her asshole, which Web was fucking into so hard and furiously, only added to the showering needles that began to stab into her body with pricks and nicks of pleasure. The rack was a rocking ride now that drove her faster and faster to some inexplicable nirvana that only her body, coursing with an ancient knowledge that had nothing to do with her training or her thoughts, knew about. She let it happen and was only a passenger. Web and Garrett were the drivers, and they made a masterful team... in perfect harmony now and fucking hard to bring her to her destination.

  Garrett reached for her bobbing breasts as Web's hands dug into her white hips, and they whipped her with them to the victory... cock in cunt... prick in ass... almost nose to nose inside her desire-ridden flesh.

  And suddenly it changed... and it was she who rode them, spurring their laboring members with her muscular walls of tight-sucking flesh. She wanted it all! She wanted to be the star! It was her show! She bucked and backed and rose and fell, and they did not speak but only heaved their breaths through their laboring chests as she milked them, obediently fucking into her with all their strength.

  Suddenly she felt the power, the strange power inside her body like the breathless wave of silent, pregnant emotion that rose fro
m an audience when they waited so still for what you would do. It was holding the whole world in your hands. She paused at the peak of her rise, and she could feel them both hesitate and wait for her signal... their breaths suddenly wadded in their chests... and then she was cumming!

  Celia stiffened for that one breathless moment that was forever. The hot flood of her orgasm started. The climax and the roar of the crowd was in her ears, and she was rolling to heaven on the wave of blazing, gushing, rising, cresting, billowing, crashing, churning cum that boiled into her sucking body.

  * * *

  Celia was sunk on Garrett's chest, her breasts held in Web's warm limp palms, for he had fallen on her back and she was sandwiched closely between the deflating cocks still sunk in her exhausted body and the heaving chests, one beneath and one behind... panting out their approval. With her eyes closed, she thought she could hear the sound of soft clapping! Slowly Celia realized they were surrounded by the cast of players. Their performance was being acclaimed, and she now had another role to play.

  THE END