Vanessza wanted them both to blast together, as much or more than the two men did. She felt herself swooning away, sinking into the sea of orgasmic sensation. And then, gloriously, the pleasure and the intensity seemed to double, and triple. It expanded, exponentially!
Mirella was right there inside her, coming, her cunt quaking and echoing, hollowly, as though thunderbolts, or balls of lightning, were rolling through it like so many balls hurtling down the lanes in a bowling alley! The orgasm seemed to reach out and snatch at her and drag her deep into itself. It seemed to last forever, getting more intense, more satisfying, more thrillingly violent—before it began to ebb away in a long, steady, voluptuous decrescendo of dying passion, which threatened to leave her limp and lifeless from the sheer impact of it all.
Vanessza writhed in climactic ecstasy. Her body jerked against Mirella’s in the fierce, tight spasms of orgasm, their thighs clamping down on either side of their heads while they continued to eat each other from mere force of habit, even though further stimulation was now unnecessary, indeed superfluous. Their climaxing bodies took over completely, blocking out conscious thought, and the delicious tremors hit them again and again.
“Oh—ah—yes,” Mirella moaned, her voice a velvety purr of pleasure-drunk satiety. She licked at Vanessza’s thighs. Her breasts bounced against the redhead’s stomach. “Oh, yes, eat me! Oh, Vanessza, honey, eat my cunt, eat me out! It feels so good, your tongue on me, in me. Yes, do it, give me more, still more, oh—!” the helpless girl babbled, as her tidal wave of physical release carried her away.
But Vanessza was just as vocal.
“Coming—I’m still coming! I want to make it last—forever! I can’t take it, it’s too good! Fuck! It feels so good to have your tongue on my clit! I’m on fire, my clitty’s burning hot! It’s smoking! I’m still coming—!” Vanessza broke off into gasps and groans when a second orgasm struck her. It was as though a giant fist had slammed into her diaphragm, depriving her of breath, of speech—only to close its huge fingers into a tight grip around her quivering womb from inside and squeeze it until she was sure her guts were reduced to jelly!
One last, wild shriek of lustful triumph, of shameless, bestial gratification and glee, burst from her lips, as that imaginary fist milked her vagina of its last tremulous drops of liquid, which escaped her in a fluid, flowing sensation of exquisite, blissful release.
Her red hair was spread over Mirella’s hips and crotch and frothy cunt in rippling waves as she collapsed beside the other girl, her full breasts still vibrating from the prolonged aftereffects of that extraordinary climax. Mirella’s pale golden tresses showered over Vanessza, screening her drenched pussy fur from view. Their hands touched and clasped, and they refused to relinquish their bodily contact, each superbly molded female form pressing up the against the other one for warmth and comfort after the shattering sexual experience they’d shared.
“Was it good for you?” Vanessza asked, her words escaping from her lips in a husky, suggestive whisper, punctuated by a moan of pure joy.
“Oh, it was terrific! Out of this world!” Mirella assured her.
“Yeah, it looked great, from our end,” Adolar interrupted them, with a touch of lustful irony. “But now it’s our turn to get in on the action. Come on, girls. Show us what you can do with a couple of guys, now. Let’s all get it on together!” He and Tibor, a pair of stiff-dicked satyrs, joined the two naked girls on the bed.
Mirella knelt in front of Adolar and began to deep-throat him with an oral dexterity and abandon which rivaled Vanessza’s own sword-swallowing talents. The redhead seized the sex-crazed Tibor and pulled him down on top of her. They kissed eagerly, and Vanessza rolled over onto her belly on the mattress, her ass cheeks parting as she thrust her sensational butt upward for Tibor to grab and knead with his sweaty palms.
“Take me doggy style,” Vanessza invited him in a salacious whisper, her hair tumbling down over her face. “I love to feel a man’s cock sliding into my pussy from behind. Go on, stick it in me, lover. I always come better when I do it in this position. Fuck me!”
Tibor obliged, mounting her roughly from behind, driving his immense dick between her soft thighs and plunging it blindly into the still-steaming depths of her cunt. Vanessza was so hot and loose as a result of her multiple orgasms with Mirella that her pussy opened up to accept Tibor’s prick without any interfering friction or resistance at all. She clamped her vaginal muscles closed around that big, thick rod and she began to hump her ass back into his groin. She grabbed his hands and clapped them over her dangling breasts, begging him to play with them as much and as hard as he chose.
“Ah, do me, fuck me, fuck me hard and hot, you nasty bisexual stud!” Vanessza screamed. “Mirella’s told me all about you, you dog. You’re a dirty switch-hitting bitch, Tibor! But you can fuck women, too. Yeah, be a man. Screw me! Oh, pump that big, hard dick of yours in and out of my cunt, baby! Make me come! I know you like it, being in my pussy. I know you can do it—yeah, you can make me come! Uh, just pretend you’re pounding one of your muscle fuck queer boyfriends. Pretend you’re fucking Adolar. That ought to inspire you!”
“Fuck her, man!” Adolar yelled, encouraging his new buddy. “And suck me, Mirella, you beautiful, hot-mouthed bitch! Get ready to swallow my fucking load! All of it! Goddamn it, I’m going to come!”
The wild fucking and sucking four-way sex was over all too soon. Both Adolar and Tibor were too aroused by the lesbian action they’d seen to hold back for long. Mirella swallowed her virile muscle stud’s sperm, and Vanessza got a thorough dick-douching in her insatiable snatch, which left her dripping with the surplus semen flow. Both men seemed exhausted by the time they’d finished coming.
But their apparent enervation was deceptive. Quickly rallying, they went at it again, putting their revived erections to good use.
Vanessza found herself squatting obscenely over the supine Tibor’s groin, while he drove his pelvis up at her butt, bum fucking her from below. His cock pounded her anus, making her shiver and squeal, and his hands roamed over her body, toying with her nipples, her pussy lips, and her clit.
“Ah! Oh, my God!” Vanessza squealed. “You love that back door fucking, don’t you, stud? But there’s nothing too queer about you! You know how to please a woman, how to take care of her, don’t you? Fuck me—fuck my ass!”
“You’re the kind of slut who can make any gay guy change his mind,” Tibor declared. “While he’s in you, anyway,” he added, by way of qualification. He savagely plowed Vanessza’s ass.
Beside them on the rocking bed, Mirella was receiving similar treatment from Adolar, who fucked her first in the vagina, and then in her ass. Mirella’s shrieks of delight as Adolar took her anally rivaled Vanessza’s in intensity.
“Ooh, your cock feels so big and hard in my behind!” Mirella cried.
“I wouldn’t give up pussy for anything,” Adolar gasped, “but there’s nothing quite like a really responsive ass. Doesn’t really matter whether it belongs to a guy or a girl!”
“Yeah,” Tibor agreed. “Fucking ass is just about my favorite thing! Next to taking a big cock up my butt, myself.”
Vanessza groaned in mock despair as she rode Tibor’s dick. “We girls are going to have to work harder, if we don’t want you guys to run off together.”
“I’m not planning on going anywhere—not with a pair of gorgeous gals like you around,” Adolar vowed, gallantly.
The frenzied sex went on for long minutes on end. Vanessza and Mirella, with their clits stimulated by the two men’s busy fingers, and burning hot, like two smoldering matches, climaxed repeatedly. Only then did the two guys speed up their fucking motions even more, driving themselves irresistibly toward orgasm. After ejaculating in the women’s rear ends, they collapsed again.
But, weary though they were, they were also exultant.
“We’re going to have to do this foursome thing more often,” Tibor declared.
“Yeah, a lot more oft
en,” Adolar agreed. “How about it, Vanessza?”
“I’m all in favor of it, provided Mirella is, too,” the sensuous redhead said.
“Oh, I am,” Mirella assured them. “I am!”
“That’s settled, then,” a gleeful Adolar proclaimed. “From now on, we’re a quartet!”
“Four swingers,” Tibor suggested.
“Two studs and two sluts,” Mirella said. “Unashamed. Uninhibited. And proud of it!”
A sultry smile creased Vanessza’s full red lips. Now that, under the tutelage of her worldly, sophisticated, and very versatile husband, she’d been giving bi a wholehearted try, she never wanted to go back! Monogamy, she was convinced, was for fools.
“That was quite some orgy,” Mirella told Vanessza, when the two women got together later, and discussed it. “We’re going to have to do it again, soon. Maybe with Gregor, next time. When Tibor’s otherwise occupied, fucking one of his bodybuilder buddies.”
“Why leave Tibor out of it? We can invite both him and Gregor to join Adolar, you, and me,” Vanessza suggested. “We can make it a quintet! More cock for us, darling. God knows there’s never enough of that to go around!”
“Oh, Vanessza!” Mirella pretended to be scandalized. “You are one wicked woman!”
“Yes, I am. And I’m not the least bit ashamed. I’m damn proud of it!”
Chapter Thirty-Four: A Muscle Pup’s Porn Debut
Adolar sat down with one of the porn studio’s producers, Imre, to discuss future projects.
“Our next video will be another starring vehicle for you, Adolar,” Imre promised. “You’ll get top billing, of course, and the whole thing will be built around you.”
“There’s no need to schmooze me, Imre. You know I’m easy. What’re we going to do this time? All guys, or bi?”
“All male, with one straight scene thrown in, because your public thinks of you as a bisexual stud, and they like to see you screwing women as well as guys. The title’s going to be Én Gonosz Mostohaapja [His Wicked Stepfather].”
“Let me guess. I’m going to play the stepfather?”
“Yeah. These incest-themed videos are very popular. The straight scene I mentioned—you’ll fuck your wife in that. But of course your character cheats on her, with men. And you end up seducing your stepson.”
“Well, that’s a surprise!”
“At first, he resents you, hates your guts. But then he succumbs to your manly charm,” Imre gushed.
“Ah, redeeming social value. A tale about establishing solid family ties.”
“Solidly muscular ones, and solid erections,” Imre joked.
“Okay, I’m in,” Adolar agreed. “Who do you have in mind to play the kid?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking. This would be a good role for a beginner. We’re always on the lookout to recruit new talent. Fresh faces and bodies—”
Adolar grinned. “As opposed to the old whores like me?”
“I’ll let that pass. You haven’t even reached your prime yet, and you know it. Anyway, you may be able to help us out. Knowing you, Adolar, I’m willing to bet you know some hot young bodybuilders who are willing to break into porn, and who’d be thrilled to appear in their first video with you. You know anybody like that?”
Adolar’s grin turned into a smug, self-satisfied smirk. “Oh, do I ever!”
Adolar had little difficulty talking Bob into making his porn debut. He introduced Bob to Imre and some of the other men at the studio—who were enthusiastic, especially after, with Adolar’s encouragement, stripped down to his shorts for them, to show them his physique.
“Loose the underwear,” Adolar insisted. “They’re not interested just in your face and your body, you know!”
Blushing a little, Bob obediently undressed all the way, posing naked and giving the men a good look at his cock and ass.
They offered him a contract on the spot. Adolar’s recommendation had already given Bob an advantage, but he got the job because of his undeniable physical assets.
In the two weeks which elapsed before the shoot, Adolar prepared Bob, coaching him. His Wicked Stepfather, Bob was surprised to see, actually had a script. It consisted mostly of stage directions and brief dialogue exchanges for the non-sexual scenes. Interspersed between many of these paragraphs, centered in the page, was the cryptic abbreviation SJ.
“What does ‘SJ’ mean?” Bob inquired.
“Szex Jelenet [Sex Scene], of course.”
“Oh.”
Bob was nervous about the prospect of speaking dialogue. He was actually more anxious about that than he was about performing sex acts in front of a camera!
“Don’t worry about it,” Adolar assured him. “The only person who really cares about that shit is the guy they pay a few forints to write it. I know him, he’s a college kid, just like you. He has dreams of writing for real movies. He’ll have a hissy fit if he hears us deviate from what he’s written, but we do that all the time. After familiarizing ourselves with the characters and the so-called plot and the general way a talk scene is supposed to go, we ‘thespians’ always end up improvising, to a greater or lesser extent. So if you get stuck, just keep talking, and bluff your way through it. In the case of a total breakdown, we can always do it again and they’ll fix it during the editing, but that’s rare.”
One of the porn studio’s investors offered the crew the use of his house in the suburbs, as the location for the shoot. This, Bob learned was fairly common practice in the Hungarian porn industry. It cut costs, and many gay men thought it was a status symbol to have their homes showcased in a video. An additional perk was that the homeowners were allowed to observe the shoot, and lust after the performers.
And so Bob found himself spending a weekend working in a quite luxurious private dwelling.
“Here,” Adolar told Bob, shortly after their arrival. “I got these from my doctor friend, Laszlo.” He showed Bob two small blue pills in his open palm, offering him one.
“What are they?”
“Dick stiffeners,” Adolar informed him, bluntly. “Treats erectile dysfunction, otherwise known as ‘old guy limp dick syndrome.’ Go on, swallow it.”
Bob hesitated. “I don’t think either of us has any problem getting hard or staying hard.”
“No, but this is just insurance. Keeps you going if we end up doing more than one take.” Adolar set the example by downing his pill, and Bob imitated him.
Aware that Bob, as a newcomer, was nervous, especially about the dialogue bits, the video’s director, Peter, had arranged the shooting schedule to get as many of them as possible out of the way first.
Bob was lucky to be making his debut with two experienced performers—Adolar, of course, and also an actress named Ildiko, who played Bob’s mother. Just as Adolar was awfully young to be Bob’s stepfather, Ildiko was incongruously youthful to be plausibly cast as his Mom. In addition to her porn work, Ildiko was a stripper, a featured attraction in one of Budapest’s more upscale strip clubs—and, like Adolar and so many other porn performers, she escorted. She was a voluptuous, full-breasted, beautiful blonde. Bob couldn’t help thinking that none of his fellow college students had a mother like her—at least not to his knowledge! But the video’s viewers would presumably not be too concerned about any such lapses in verisimilitude. They’d be interested in the sex, and all of the performers worked hard, so as not to disappoint them.
Bob played a couple of scenes in which he behaved like a sullen, spoiled brat, who resisted his “mother’s” efforts to persuade him to be nice to his “stepfather.” Bob refused to call Adolar “Dad,” and he reacted with scorn when Adolar tried to use their mutual interest in bodybuilding to find some common ground between them and establish a rapport. But they filmed some footage in which Adolar was relaxing around the house, wearing nothing but a pair of snug-fitting gym shorts—and Bob couldn’t prevent himself from glancing at the older man’s nearly nude body, with a mixture of grudging admiration and suppressed, smoldering lus
t.
With this material safely in the can, they moved on to Bob’s first actual SJ, or sex scene—which was a solo. Alone in his bedroom, he undressed, he posed and flexed in front of a mirror, and then he lay naked on his bed, leafing through a bodybuilding magazine. Aroused by the photos of the physique stars, he began to masturbate. Jerking off, after all, came quite naturally to him. Bob really got into it, using his free hand to toy with his nipples, or to play with his ass.
Finally, he delivered his very first cum shot—his very first one recorded by a camera, that is! His overexcited cock, stroked by his fist past the point of no return, spurted a miniature geyser of very wet semen up into the air, the jism raining down upon Bob’s naked, perspiring body, with its muscles tensed under his hot, flushed skin.
“God, that was perfect, kid!” Peter exclaimed, after he’d called out, “Cut!”
“Nobody’s think you were new to this racket, Bob,” agreed Adolar, who’d been observing from outside of camera range, providing moral—or rather immoral!—support. “See? There’s nothing to it.”
“Well, the real test is still to come,” a breathless Bob gasped.
“Take a quick break, clean yourself up, and then we’ll just go ahead and do it,” Peter said. “It’s always a good idea to strike while the iron’s hot. And,” he added, with a knowing smile, “while those pills you studs popped are still kicking in and doing their job.”
While Ildiko’s character was away on a shopping spree, stepfather and stepson were left alone in the house.
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