| People Are Strange
People are strange, thought Moss as he watched Laura and Sylvia on the
divan, kissing each other's naked bodies, wearing only their high stiletto
heels. All around them were other people, mostly men, two with
videocameras, one carrying the lighting rig, and the producer who was
gesturing meaningfully at his colleagues as the filming went on. Only
moments before, after ad-libbed dialogue which would have shamed most
actresses but was more than adequate for the film that was being made, the
two had eased off their blouses and skirts, then after some
preparatory kissing and stroking, their bras and finally their knickers.
And now here they were, two bodies entangled, mouths together as they
lovingly ran their tongues over each other's faces and back again into the
And then, after directions by the producer, and breathing with an
excitement that was partly real and partly because it was expected of them,
the two took positions for the sequence of actions that was not only
to fulfil the requirements of a day's shooting, but also to prepare
themselves for the action to come. Action in which Moss was to have a
starring role. Laura lay back, her hands gripping the back of the chair in
which she was now sitting, while on her knees and between Laura's open
legs, Sylvia's head was bobbing up and down as her tongue busied itself on
her crotch. Occasionally a licked finger would stroke the outside lips,
and then getting bolder, they penetrated her vagina: one finger, two
fingers, three fingers. And then her whole fist inside Laura while Sylvia
smiled lasciviously at the camera.
After that, roles were reversed and it was Sylvia whose took all
of Laura's fist, her arse being probed by a purple peppermint spangled
dildo which caused her to arc up her body and gasp and gasp, as each of her
sensitive buttons were pressed in turn. Laura gently kissed the lips of
the bruised and then turned to face the camera. And then an awkward
moment as the dildo fell out and Laura's fist retracted, but the cameras
continued filming, focusing on Sylvia's gasping ecstatic face.
There was a small pause in the proceedings, and Moss relaxed. He
lowered his head, his eyes still intent on all that was going on. The
director said some words to his cast and his colleagues. He then wandered
over to Miguel, who like Moss had been sitting by the side waiting for his
"You think you can do it, Mig?" the director asked sympathetically.
"You fucking bet. They don't call me Big Mig for nothing!"
"That I know. That I know. Just let the recover a bit. Their
fannies have taken a bit of a beating. Wanna beer?"
The director handed Miguel a chilled can of lager. "Not on the job.
I've got a reputation to keep, man. But you got any more snow?"
"Yeah right. Whatever."
Like Miguel, Moss was a veteran of the sex industry. He had featured in
countless movies, sold openly throughout Europe and rather less openly in
the New World. He was a professional. Or, at least, insofar as this was
his living. And he was good at what he did. He'd watched and participated
in fuck scenes like this again and again. He knew the routine. He didn't
need the bandages any more, either. He could be trusted. Not every porn
star of his kind could be. And unlike Miguel he didn't need drugs. He was
able to do his job without any extra stimulation. Although an appreciative
Sylvia and Laura came over to chat with him, stroking and cuddling him,
making him even more eager to get into the action. But he knew better than
to get too excited too soon. He tenderly licked Sylvia's cheek, while
Laura ran her fingers seductively around his ears.
"You be gentle on me, Moss, you hear," said Sylvia.
"Not too fucking gentle though," laughed Laura. "We want you good and
stiff right from the start. And don't slobber too much."
Moss knew what was expected of him, and he glanced at the director who
smiled at him reassuringly. "We're expecting good things from you, man.
You do the business and it's all in the can."
Finally, Miguel came back, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
Unlike Moss, who was already stripped for action, Miguel was dressed in a
suit and tie which looked faintly ridiculous on him, his porn star long
hair over the shoulders, and the crotch of the pants already looking as if
they were about to swell.
"You ready for action, Mig," asked the director.
"Yeah, I'll give the what they're wanting before the real star
gets his claws into them." He winked at Moss. "Hey, man. I'm only
kidding. But I'm glad this ain't no fucking homo thing. No offence meant.
You do good. You do fucking good."
The were positioned as if there had been no pause in their
lovemaking, arms around each other and dildos scattered carelessly about,
while Miguel made his entrance. Like the he would never have won any
of his many awards for his method acting. Nor for his execrable ability to
remember his few lines and what was left after he mangled them up into
anything like a convincing delivery. But he was a woodman. His skills lay
in other departments, mostly currently tucked away in his Calvin Kleins
under his trousers. Not that the trousers stayed on very long. He was
soon freed of encumbrances. His shoes, socks, trousers and jacket
carefully removed by his co-stars, his white slightly unbuttoned and
his tie carelessly pulled to one side. Sylvia was pulling his CKs down to
his ankles while massaging the long meat to a willing erection, while his
rough hairy hands fumbled on Laura's breast, his moustachioed mouth against
her face, as she made the obligatory moans that signalled her apparent
Sylvia took his prick in her hands. Even semi-erect, it was a handful,
flopping slightly to one side as Sylvia stroked his massive balls, and ran
her tongue seductively up its length. Then she paused to brush her
dyed-blonde hair from her face so that the could get an
uninterrupted shot, as she took the whole length of it into her red- lipped
mouth, fingers aiding tongue and teeth in bringing Miguel's asset to its
full glory. Moss was always impressed by the size of his co-stars pricks.
Where did they get to find with pricks like that? And if they'd not
been able to use them the way they were used in the film industry, how much
of an asset would they be otherwise? How many women out there had the
capacity to take that much meat? Clearly Sylvia and Laura had, but then
they could take a full fist. And that was no mean feat!
And then, under the director's gestures, the two took new
positions, the effort of changing roles likely to be edited away. The two
of them took turns on Miguel's prick, his and tie now discarded,
revealing a torso of compacted muscle, their mouths taking turns on and licking his penis and exchanging kisses and tongues with each other.
Miguel's erect penis gamely took the punishment, while out of shot of the
camera, a finger was positioned to ensure that although his prick remained
rock hard it didn't prematurely release its payload.
And then the action where the mouth, anus and made up three
orifices each on two women and one prick shared between all six
possibilities. Then in addition each had the choice of the three
orifices of the other and a massive big prick. However, you looked at
it, the prick was the centre of attention, as it moved from arse to mouth
to vagina, from one to another, always thrusting in and out, or more
leisurely when a tongue joined in the fun. All through the changes of fuck
shots, the director and the cameramen moved around to shoot the same
penetration from different angles or to vary the repository of shots from
arse to mouth to ecstatic humping, jiggling up and down whilst
Miguel took the unnatural position this demanded of him so that Laura or
Sylvia was in the best position for a shot of apparent ecstasy. Every now
and then, the director would indicate to his cast, mostly by hand
movements, a position he would want a head or a so that the could share in all the intimacy, not missing one thrust, or one ecstatic
gasp, or one shot of penetration.
And soon Moss could see it on the way: the climax to all this genital
activity, as Miguel signalled his intentions to the cameras and the girls,
and all parties were in position for the most important shot of all, the
one for which he most obviously earned his money. The two faces and
breasts were in front of him, the cameras and director slightly to the back
and side, as he jerked his erect penis in the air. And then it happened. A
spurt of semen. Followed by the trail of another. And another. Both long
and twisting and viscous, arcing into the air, trailing a sine wave to
descend with the faintest splop of come against flesh, on the girls' faces,
open mouths, bare and then droplets making their way from the base
of the chin in long creamy globules onto the neck. The faced the
camera as Miguel released the last tiny flecks of semen, smiling with the
pale liquid on their lower faces, smudging their hair, their teeth in the
practised expression of postcoital ecstasy, and no doubt the reflection
that they had just completed a job for which the reckoning depended on just
how free they'd been with their bodies and the three orifices into which a
prick could just about fit.
All stars then relaxed after their lovemaking, while Moss stood up in
anticipation. He knew after all the other films he'd been in, that his
part was very soon to begin. And indeed after less than ten minutes, after
the cast had relaxed to a bottle of beer each, he heard the call and he
entered the stage, the three supporting co-stars waiting for him.
As with Miguel, he was gradually coaxed towards an erection, Laura and
Sylvia both taking his penis in their hands, brushing away the hair at its
base, and with vigorous wrist actions brought it up to a proud erection:
its pink splendour beneath him as he licked and nuzzled against
first Laura and then Sylvia. And then he could only lick against their
backs or shoulders as the two greedily took possession of his prick
in their mouths. His penis was nowhere near as huge as Miguel's. That
would be quite unusual if it were. But it was a penis of quite presentable
proportions and fully good enough for the cameras that were trained on
every spasm and every jerk of it. Laura took the whole length of it in her
mouth, while Sylvia stroked his balls. From behind them. Miguel was
easing his fingers deep inside their cunts to aid towards lubricating them
for future penetration.
Indeed, Moss's wasn't the only prick to enter them in this scene.
Miguel took position behind Laura as she busied her tongue and teeth on the
thin length of Moss's prick, and guided his own penis into her anus. Laura
gasped slightly as Miguel entered, and Moss could feel a tightening on his
prick as she let it sink in. Sylvia's tongue joined Laura's as Moss's
prick slid out of her mouth, and the two exchanged their tongues on
each other's mouth and on Moss's penis. Moss's large open eyes followed
the around, unsure if now was the moment of penetration, but the
director saw the direction of his thoughts and signalled urgently to him
that he should stay where he was. Gasping and panting though he was, he
knew what was expected of him, although the base of his spine began
twitching with excitement.
And then finally, with a reassuring pat from the director, it was his
time to enter the girls. A sense of urgency came across the girls. They
knew from the other times they'd enjoyed sex with Moss that he was not
necessarily the most disciplined when it came to ejaculation, but they
ruffled his ears and cheeks and whispered encouragingly to him.
"You can do it. You'll do good. Don't give up," Laura said.
"You know what to do," commented Sylvia. "Come on! Get your rocks off
And then Moss was in Sylvia, who lay on the ground, Miguel and Laura
comforting her, stroking her face and exchanging kisses, as she guided
Moss's prick into her wide open cunt. It wasn't a tight fit. Sylvia was
used to larger pricks than Moss's, but he knew and she knew that his was
something special. But his prick got inside, his buttocks twitched and
thrust as the excitement of sex gripped him. He knew what to do, and he
did it well, while the two cameras took position around his prick and face
as he thrust in and out, and Sylvia gasped from the pleasure and thrill of
it. Her bare legs wrapped around his back, a positioned slightly
beneath him as he pistoned in and out of her.
And then it was Laura's turn. He was laid down, uncomfortably, on his
haunches, while Laura eased onto his prick, the positioned in front
to get the view of her as she pushed her body up and down, using the ball
of her toes to gain leverage as his prick pushed in and out, Miguel
supporting her from above and kissing her on the face, while she gave vent
to cries and gasps. Moss himself was panting and gasping himself,
dedicated solely to the task he was performing.
And then a more comfortable position for him, on top of Laura, leaned
over her while his prick pushed in and out of her cunt, feeling its
dampness against the shaft of his penis, while both and Sylvia paid
attention to his prick keeping it stiff and potent as he pushed it in and
out. His head nuzzled against her back, his tongue licking on the knuckles
of her spine, as she arched over, her mouth taking Miguel's erect penis
while she was penetrated from behind.
And then Moss gave a quick bark, giving a quick cue to the director to
reposition his cast. And then, as expected, his penis spurted forth with
semen on Laura's back and Sylvia's mouth, uncontrollable swells of it
coming out as his testicles pushed forth the semen which the lovingly filmed as it splayed all over the girls. A trail of come worried
its way down Laura's buttocks and into her crotch. Two globules rolled
down Sylvia's face: not as copious as Miguel's but as lovingly filmed.
Moss hadn't the control or the volume of Miguel, but his come was more
lovingly filmed and preserved as it released itself. And then Sylvia faced
the camera, the semen on her face and the lingered for several
And then: "Cut!" cried the director. "It's a wrap."
With relieved smiles the two stood up. They patted Moss on the
shoulder and rubbed their hands about his face, as he licked their hands
with eagerness. "You did very well, Moss," said Laura with a smile.
"We're very proud of you."
Moss sat up and looked nervously towards the director, who was standing
near where Moss had been waiting for his. He grinned at Moss and clapped
his hands together. "Come here, boy!" he commanded, kneeling down.
With a woof of glee, Moss wagged his tail and trotted over to the
director, glad to have provided so many people with so much pleasure. But
even as he was patted and cuddled, his eyes staring towards a welcoming
bowl of food, his long tawny fur slightly sticky with his own semen, he
couldn't help reflecting on all that had just happened. He really had no
good idea as to why these people had wanted to have sex with him. People
are just strange.