Escapades of a Porno King

by George Alexander

  For the briefest of seconds, Jack and Joan were locked together in the thrilling embrace of orgasm. Then, Jack could feel her body go limp underneath him. Her fingers still jiggled lightly at his balls, and he could feel the come running out of her cunt over him, and her, and onto the floor. Jack looked up. The apartment, which had been so neat and tidy when he had arrived, was something of a shambles. Somehow, in their oblivion, he and Joan had knocked over an end table, throwing an ashtray, a glass of liquor, and a bowl of peanuts to the floor.

  Cindy and Janice were sitting together behind the typewriter, with papers strewn all about them. “Well,” said Cindy, “I guess we got most of chapter two.” Jack noticed that Janice's hand had strayed down into Cindy's crotch, and was delicately parting the flesh of Cindy's cunt lips. He sensed that the two girls were more than ready to commence with their own affairs. Jack drew himself slowly off the floor and grabbed for a glass of bourbon. Joan went into the kitchen and brought the bottle, and a tray of ice cubes.

  “O.K.,” Joan said. “You two can have your turn now.”

  Jack, filling his glass, dropping in a few ice cubes, and then, feeling the cool, sweet taste of the liquor as it glided down his throat, dragged his typewriter back in front of the sofa and, almost in a daze, inserted a clean sheet of paper. His ideas for his own book were rapidly taking shape, and just at this point in the plot he was ready for a scene with Cindy and Janice. But he wasn't at all sure that he was up to writing it.

  Cindy and Janice were up to doing it, however. As the girls moved out onto center stage, Cindy seemed not quite to know how to begin, but Janice had no such problems. She guided Cindy gently down onto the floor, and then laid down next to her. “Just stretch out and close your eyes,” Janice said, “and let me show you a few things.” Cindy obeyed, and Janice, positioning her head over Cindy's crotch, began to lick delicately up and down Cindy's slit. Cindy's legs drifted slowly apart, and Janice's tongue wormed its way between the pink and nearly hairless lips to pry them open. For the second time in the evening, Cindy's clit began to swell, going in seconds from a tiny, lifeless fold of flesh to a large, puffy, throbbing, super-sensitive organ of pleasure.

  In spite of himself, Jack felt his body responding yet again to the scene before him. He forced himself to place his fingers on the keys of his typewriter, and soon the scene was being translated almost automatically from the girls' living room onto the clean white sheets of paper. It almost seemed to flow off of the room beside him, through the typewriter's rollers, and then onto a pile beside him.

  Cindy reached out and stroked Janice's shoulder, and then, grabbing Janice firmly by the arm, pulled her until she turned around and positioned her own cunt directly over Cindy's face. Cindy pulled Janice down on top of her, and the girls were instantly locked in a sixty-nine, with Janice's tongue disappearing far into the glistening folds of Cindy's pussy. As if they were one person, the girls began to rock back and forth. It reminded Jack of a rocking chair. With each motion, the tempo increased, and the sounds of heavy breathing filled the room.

  Looking across the room, Jack noticed that Joan was typing away at a furious rate, and he could hardly believe that she could concentrate. He began to suspect that the girls might get a book out of this evening yet.

  Jack glanced back at the scene on the floor before him to see Janice hooking her arms behind Cindy's knees, and pulling back until Cindy's cunt pointed straight at the ceding. Then Janice began licking all the way from Cindy's clit down to her ass hole, and back again, in long, easy strokes. At the same time, Janice rotated her own hips so that the white folds of her cunt made huge, wet circles over Cindy's face. Jack could tell that the two girls were hovering together at the brink of a climax, that they were teetering on the edge purposely, drawing out the pleasure for as long as they could. He could see Janice, her elbows still pressing Cindy's knees back, reach her fingers down to spread Cindy's cunt wide, when he could almost feel Janice's tongue licking lazy circles on his own flesh. Janice was talented, there was no question about that. After a few seconds, Janice dove her tongue deep into Cindy's cunt, then drew it out again and darted it into Cindy's ass hole. She repeated this motion again and again, more roundedly each time, until Cindy, practically drowning in the folds of Janice's pussy, gasped aloud. Then Janice took Cindy's clit between her lips, and rolled it back and forth rapidly. Jack could see Cindy's climax coming. He braced himself for it, and virtually forgot his fingers as they raced across the keys of his typewriter. He noticed drops of come oozing from his cock as it sat erect between his legs. He glanced over at Joan, whose monstrous breasts bounced up and down as she gazed breathlessly at the scene before her, and yet, as automatically as Jack himself, continued typing.

  Cindy's little body was beginning to quiver. Meanwhile, Janice was pounding away at Cindy's face with her cunt, and Cindy was meeting the onslaught voraciously, trying to keep Janice's bouncing, elusive clit in her mouth. For a split second, Janice's eyes wandered upward, away from the feast before her. She caught sight of a large fountain pen which, along with everything else, had fallen from the end table which Joan and Jack had knocked over, and was lying only a foot away from her. She picked it up and inserted it deftly into the gaping hole of Cindy's cunt. Then, continuing to nibble Cindy's clit between her lips, she plunged the pen in and out with a rapid fucking motion. Finally, with the little finger of the hand that held the pen, she parted Cindy's ass hole, and soon the finger had disappeared into it. Jack noticed that Janice's thighs were rubbing against Cindy's little tits, and that Cindy's nipples once again had become huge. Incredibly, the rocking rhythm of their bodies increased, and reached such a rapid tempo that Jack did not see how it could possibly be maintained. Cindy was split wide open, and now she was coming. Janice, completely absorbed in the fantastic workings of the cunt before her was carried away with Cindy, and together the girls began to moan and clutch desperately at each other. Together, their two bodies suddenly exploded.

  Suddenly the rhythm slowed to a series of long, grinding strokes. Cindy's body shuddered, and Jack could almost see the ripples of pleasure spreading from her crotch out over her body. Meanwhile, Janice clutched Cindy's head between her knees, almost drowning Cindy as the smaller girl fought to heighten Janice's pleasure even further. There was a dazed look in Janice's eyes as her orgasm reached its peak and slowly began to ebb, and Jack reflected how completely a climax could remove a human being from the world. Janice and Cindy had been somewhere else. Jack sort of knew where—he had been there himself—but it was incredible to see two people there on the floor in front of him going away and returning as he watched.

  The rhythm of Jack's typing slowed down, and he was aware that the noise from Joan's typewriter had stopped. Cindy and Janice unglued themselves from each other and lay panting, like two fish out of water. Janice simply gazed at the ceiling, catching her breath. Cindy let her eyes roll over Janice's body, and absently fondled one of Janice's large breasts.

  “Wow,” said Janice incredulously, “to think that we've been missing this for years!”

  “Yeah,” Cindy breathed softly. “I never thought another woman could be so far out.”

  “Read all about it!” Joan said, grasping a sheaf of papers from her side and waving them around. “Every succulent moment has been captured for posterity!”

  Jack stood up, and gathered his own account of the action from the sofa and the floor to which some of his sheets of paper had fallen. “We've got it two ways,” he said, “and I never had so much inspiration in my life.”

  “I thought we might be able to help you,” Joan said.

  Jack was completely relaxed now. He felt as though he had known the three girls for years. “Tell me something,” he asked, directing the question to no one in particular, “did you girls know all this was going to happen?”

  Janice glanced at Joan out of the corner of her eye. Cindy sat on the floor looking a little puzzled. Then she laughed. “I have a feeling,” said Cindy, “
that everybody knew but me.”

  Janice and Joan laughed. “I have the feeling that only one of us knew,” Janice said, staring at Joan.

  “I have to admit,” Joan said, “that I had a pretty good idea. After all, what can you expect when three girls and one guy get together to write pornography? But I didn't really know whether Janice would be up for it, and I certainly didn't know about Cindy. I mean, we've done a lot of talking, and we don't have too many secrets from each other. And we've done our share of messing around together—although nothing like what you've just seen,” she said, addressing Jack. “I didn't see what harm there was in inviting you up here and finding out what would happen,” she said, a slightly mischievous look in her eyes. “I sort of hoped it would turn out this way.” She reached her hand down and patted her pussy. “Anyhow,” she said, “I'm satisfied.”

  Janice picked up Jack's glass of bourbon and took a deep drink. “I don't have any complaints,” she admitted, “when shall we do it again?”

  “How about right now?” suggested Cindy. Joan and Janice broke out laughing. Jack just shook his head.

  “I thought you'd be the endurance champion,” Jack said to Cindy. “But my old lady is getting back in a couple of days, and she'll be really pissed off if there's nothing left of me.”

  “It looks like there's quite a lot left of you,” Janice said, pointing to Jack's still erect cock.

  “Merely a shadow of my former self,” Jack grinned, looking down at his bedraggled organ. “I must admit that I used to be able to fuck ten or fifteen times a day,” he said, “but it looks as if I'm getting old.”

  “I wouldn't worry about it,” Joan said reassuringly.

  The four of them sat around for a while, occasionally mustering the energy to pick up a few of the things that had been strewn around +he apartment during their orgy. After a while, Joan came up with a question.

  “Did I hear you mention,” she asked, “that you sometimes go to pretty wild parties?”

  “Sometimes we go to them,” Jack answered, “and sometimes we have them.” He did not have a hard time guessing Joan's motives for asking the question.

  “Well,” Joan suggested, “how about inviting us to one sometime?”

  Jack laughed. “I'm sure that could be arranged,” he said, “and I'm sine you three would be very welcome guests. Usually we just invite other couples,” he said, “but if you three girls were coming, we could invite some single people too. The trouble with wild parties is always that there are too many men interested in them, and not enough women. But I know some pretty cool guys that I think you girls would really groove on.”

  “How about your wife,” Cindy asked. “I assume she digs all this as much as you do?”

  “That's right,” Jack said, “and she's quite the favorite at parties. She's been known to ball two guys at a time while sucking another one off.”

  “Sounds like superwoman to me,” Janice laughed. “She holds her own all right,” Jack said. “I've got an idea,” Cindy offered. “Let's have a coming home party for your wife.”

  “Funny thing you should mention that,” Jack said, “because there's already a party planned, and you girls are hereby officially invited. I'll tell you something else. There's going to be a friend of mine there who makes movies. For a living, he makes ads for T.V. For a hobby, he's been known to make some pretty raw ones.”

  “Hey, Janice,” Cindy said, “you can be a movie star!”

  “Fuck you,” Janice said, “you can be the movie star. I'm not going to have my cunt in any stag flick.”

  “I think it would be fun,” Joan said. “I'll do it. As long as there's no chance that my old man would ever see it!”

  “No chance,” Jack assured her, “these flicks have some important people in them sometimes, and they only get shown at our parties.”

  “O.K.,” said Joan, “I'm ready to fuck for stardom.” She walked over to Janice, grabbed one of her boobs, and pinched the nipple. “Come on, Janice,” she pleaded, “wouldn't you like to do a nice sixty-nine with me in front of the camera?”

  “I'd like to eat your cunt right now,” Janice said, “but talk to me later about doing it in front of any camera!”

  “O.K.,” said Joan, turning to Jack, “so when is Gretchen getting home?”

  Jack had to think for a second, and sort out the days of the week, because they had become pretty mixed up in his mind since Gretchen had left, and now he didn't even know where the hell he was, so how could he know what day it was? But after a while, he got his brain to function. “Friday,” he said. “Friday, about noon, is when her plane gets in. I have to meet her at the airport, and then I think she wants to go downtown to do some shopping right away. We should be back around four or five.”

  “Does she have any idea that there's going to be a party?” Joan asked.

  “No, I don't think so, but she might suspect. We usually do something like that on Friday night.”

  “I've got an idea,” Joan said. “When you get home with Gretchen, tell her that you're having a party, and that all your regular swinging friends are stopping by. Say about seven o'clock. At about quarter to seven, the three of us will come up, on some pretext— I don't know what, but we can think of something. Pretend that we don't know about the party, or anything. Well just kind of hang around, and you can sort of suggest that we stay for tire party. At that point, Gretchen will about shit in her pants, thinking about all your swinging friends coming over for a party while the nice innocent girls from upstairs are hanging around. Then you can have your friend suggest that he wants to make a movie, and well keep acting innocent. He can give us some corny things to do for a while, and then he can just sort of casually suggest that we take off our clothes and so on. And we'll just do it.”

  “Far fucking out,” Jack said, “it'll blow Gretchen's mind. You can just do everything Mark says, without batting an eye—stripping, eating each other out, and so on. Gretchen won't know what the fuck to think of it. When she finds out, shell think it's funny as hell.”

  Joan smiled. “O.K.,” she said, “call up your friend-Mark, is that his name?”

  “Yeah,” Jack said.

  “Mark—call him up, and let him in on it. This ought to be one hell of a party.”

  While Jack and Joan had been talking, Cindy had wandered over and glanced at the pages Joan had written describing the scene between herself and Janice. Finally she looked up, and Joan and Jack glanced at her. “This stuff is really good,” Cindy said. “Not only do I think it'll make a great book—like well sell it and make a lot of money—but it's getting me turned on as hell.”

  “Dynamite,” Jack said, “but let me get the hell out of here before you get too turned on. I've still got some writing to do tonight!” Jack scraped together his typewriter, papers, and other paraphernalia, and headed for the door. Joan accompanied him.

  “Well,” Jack said, “this has been great! And I'll call Mark and set things up for Friday. Meanwhile, you girls keep working on your book. From the way things are going so far, it could be a classic!”

  “Good night,” Joan said, closing the door behind Jack. “Let us know about Friday!”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Jack picked Gretchen up at the airport at around one o'clock on Friday. She bounced off the plane, carrying two small pieces of hand luggage, and Jack, as usual, was surprised at how glad he was to see her. She had turned several shades darker during her stay in Mexico, and her small, slim body was as lithe and lean as that of an animal. Her short blue skirt swirled around her legs as she walked at a quick pace toward Jack waiting at the gate. Her fine, Nordic features, her clear smooth skin, and her now nearly white blonde hair, were strikingly beautiful. For just the slightest second, he felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought that his wife had just spent a glorious week in Mexico with another man. But like all such twinges, it passed rapidly. It was good for them to be away from each other once in a while—it kept their relationship from getting stale, and gave th
em the feeling at each reunion they were getting to know each other all over again. Jack threw one arm around Gretchen, took one of her bags with the other, and walked her toward the parking lot. “Did you have a ball?” Jack asked.

  “Fantastic,” said Gretchen, “in fact, I had several fantastic ones. Acapulco was also nice.”

  “Where did your old boyfriend go off to?” Jack asked.

  “Back to Chicago for a while,” Gretchen told him, “he's got to make another pile of money before he can afford to take me anywhere again!”

  “Did you manage to spend all his money?”

  “Damn near,” Gretchen replied, “let me tell you about some of the restaurants down there...”

  At around six o'clock, Gretchen and Jack returned to their apartment. Jack had told Gretchen that he had planned a party for that night, that all the usual crowd was going to be there, and that it would start around seven. Jack had taken Gretchen shopping, and then, since she wouldn't have had time to prepare supper at home before the party, out for a late lunch. With a little shopping here and there, they managed to arrive home, laden with bundles, just in time to shower and prepare for the party. In fact, when the doorbell rang at quarter to seven, Gretchen was still in the bedroom getting dressed. Jack opened the door, and greeted the three girls from upstairs. The fun had started.

  From the bedroom, Gretchen yelled, “Who is it, darling?”

  Jack wandered back to the bedroom and glanced at his wife as she pulled a long purple dress of almost see-through material up over her breasts and tied its straps behind her neck. “It's the girls from upstairs,” Jack said. “You remember they were interested in some of my books? Well, I invited them to come up and talk about them sometime. They got this idea that they want to try and write one of their own, and they wanted some helpful hints.”