Showtime [part 3-4]

[anonymous]

Showtime
Part 3
(f mast,ff,ff,humor)
By Anonymous



As Jennie slipped into bed she felt moisture seeping down her leg, she
clenched her vaginal walls tightly, but it was useless. The show by Sarah and
Heather, she had just witnessed had gotten her so horny, she was leaking like a
prostitute. She got out of bed and crept over the dresser, opening the drawer,
Jennie fumbled around until she found a pair of white cotton wide hip panties,
and her "Personal Administrator". Her PA as she liked to call it was 6inches of
hardened, yet soft to the touch, rubber latex, about 1 inch in diameter, it was
a life size replica of a mans penis, flesh colored, including the veins, but not
the balls. It was double headed, so she could share it with a friend, or wear it
under a dress, with the lower half sticking out pretending the she had a cock as
well. Jennie had only had the nerve to do this once at a while negotiating her
7th season on "90210", she felt it helped her get a 10% raise in pay, and an
orgasm.

Jennie lay back in bed her cunt was now soaked with her fluids, the PA slid
in like a well oiled piston. She worked the shaft back and forth a few times,
closing her eyes, quietly moaning to herself "Ooh.oooh...oooooooh, yeeesss, fuck
meeee, drive that steel rod in my tight virgin box, you big Fucking Stuuud,
Ooooooooh." Opening her eyes a bit she checked that her moans hadn't disturbed
Alyssa, who was still sleeping. Jennie shoved the last inch of dildo inside her
soaking warm love tunnel, "Aaaaaaaaaaaagh" sensing its pressure against the
opening of her cervix. " Make me a women, I want your hard tool to nail the fuck
out of my pure untouched body!" With much care she curled up in a fetal position
and put on her panties. Then she bore down on the substitute organ, squeezing
the muscles of her vaginal walls, around it, pumping. Her pelvis bucked
erotically, as if she were being taken from behind by some unseen lover. She
cupped her pussy in her right hand massaging her clit, inner labia and her mons,
pressing the PA deep inside her with her fingers. Her body perspired in sweat
trickles ran down her brow, arms and legs, she could feel the probing object
pushing inside her, poking out her cunt lips only to be checked by her panties.
Jennies breathing became heavier and ragged, the walls of her vagina expanded,
and contracted, wrestling with the soft wiggling sausage, "Uh uuh uuh ooh ooh
Ooooh." Finally after an incredible intense wave of pressure Jennies g spot
exploded in orgasmic colors. She bit down on a mouthful of pillow muffling her
screams of ecstasy,"Mmmmmmmffffffffgggggghhhhhhhh!" After twenty minutes Jennies
orgasm released her back into reality, exhausted, she drifted off to sleep, her
PA still snuggly wrapped in her vagina.

Morning uncovered the girls in a relaxed state of sleep. Sarah was the
first to awake at about 9:00AM, finding herself still embraced by Heathers
sleeping form, she eased away, and shuffled to the bathroom for a shower.
Alyssa's eyes opened up a few minutes later, well one did anyway. She could
barely move, her limbs throbbing with a dull aching pain. Realizing this wasn't
her room she began to feel panic, then seeing Jennies sleeping form lying next
to her, she remembered the sequence of events the night before. Tears glisten in
her eyes as she recalled the violent rape and abuse she had suffered at the
hands of her attacker, his vile degrading acts and taunts, made her feel like
white trash. If it wasn't for her knight in shining armor, she feared how it
would have ended. She moved her hands over her ribs gasping in pain when she
brushed a bruised area, unbuttoning her PJ top she examined the black and blue
marks, gingerly touching them. Alyssa caught a glimpse of her face in the
mirror, she looked like a punching bag. Her left eye as swollen a bit, black and
purple, her nose looked discolored, and her lips were puffy. Oh God she thought
how can I work like that? Luckly it was Saturday, maybe it wouldn't look so bad
by Monday. She looking over at her friends slumbering body, and what a body she
had. Alyssa always wished she had been a little taller, that way she could carry
her breasts better. Of course they had helped enhance her career so far, so she
couldn't complain about the size. It was just that being only 5'3 inches men got
to look down her top when she wasn't careful. Even though she found it had
enormous advantages during business negotiations.

It was amazing how you get anything you wanted from some of the most
powerful men in Hollywood, and turn a man into a drooling puppy with just a
flirting smile or showing off a little cleavage. It was well known that the
network secretaries hated contract time of the year. All the actresses would
show up for negotiations in see thru, low cut blouses, both with and without
bras, their skirts were barely covering their assets. During this time the
secretaries have a pool to guess who will show up in the shortest skirt and most
revealing blouse. Usually it was some actress who's popularity were in the
ratings basement. Past winners included Linda Carter, Shannon Dorhety, Cheryl
Ladd and Vanna White. Unfortunately, having gorgeously perfect over paid whores
tramping in and out of the office in their couture clothes, treating them, like
serving girls wasn't the worst thing about contract talks. It was, having to
clean up after them.

Ten seconds after an actress left, the secretaries, who were all under 25
years old and almost all blond, would get a call on the intercom, to come in and
take some "Dicktation", or as some bosses put it "go over an Oral Presentation."
Baywatch was the worst show to work for, followed by BH 90210, Melrose place,
and Ally McBeal. The teen shows weren't as bad with the younger actresses who
were usually intimidated in the beginning, they were always very polite young
girls, and were easily coerced not only into working for peanuts the first year.
But also giving their own "casting couch auditions", so the secretaries almost
never had to follow up one of their interviews. Among the latest group were
Larissa Olynik, Clair Danes, Natalie Portman, and Beverly Mitchell. It's rumored
that one exec. has a drawer full of panties, going right back to Heather
Locklears from Dallas.

Alyssa let her eyes, drift along Jennies supple form. Jennie had kicked
away the blankets during the night, leaving her uncovered, sleeping on her side
with her back towards Alyssa, her shirt had ridden up bunching at her hips.
Jennie had great legs, so trim slender with just the right balance of fat and
muscle giving them a lean healthy look. Alyssa looked at Jennies bottom, her
cheeks were firm, nicely shaped, tight. "What the hell is that? Alyssa wondered.
Sticking out at the juncture of Jennie Garth's ass and legs was a small but
definite bulge in her panties, it was about the size of a ping pong ball. Alyssa
moved closer to Jennie slithering across the king size bed. She was right a
small lump had pushed out the panties, it seemed to be coming out of Jennie's
pussy. Alyssa carefully ease back the leg of Jennie's panties, to uncover the
mysterious object. Alyssa blinked in amazement, when the head of a penis poked
out at her. "Boy you think you know a girl." Alyssa decided to have a little fun
with her friend, reaching with her other hand she began to tweak the head of the
dildo, pulling in out an inch and twisting it back in. Jennie let out a soft
groan, "Ooooooooh." Cupping Jennie's pussy in her hand Alyssa rubbed the end of
the dildo around the palm of her hand. This had a very desiring affect on
Jennie, who began to unconsciously rotate her hips in sync. "God she is so
easy!" Alyssa thought "I wondered what she did to beat me out of the role of
Kelly Taylor on 90210?" Jennie rolled over on to her back, opening her legs
invitingly, her blonde locks framing her beautifully famous face. "Fuck, not
even awake, and she looks incredibly sexy." Alyssa unbuttoned her PJ top letting
her large 36C breasts dangle over Jennie's mouth, barely letting her nipples
graze those thin sexy lips. Alyssa closed her eyes, brushing her swaying
breasts, against her friend's graceful facial features. Jennie lips parted
slightly letting her tongue venture out licking her upper lip, very sensually.
Jennie took the bait as one of Alyssa's nipples swept along her lips, she opened
her mouth catching the nipple between her lips. Like a baby, Jennie sucked
Alyssa's breast into her hungry mouth sucking for life. Alyssa's nipple became
hard and distended, growing to three times it's normal size, she reached up with
on hand and pinched her other nipple between her fingers. Both girls started to
moan simultaneously, "Mmmmmmh....Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Alyssa worked the dildo between
Jens cunt lips faster, the blonde rocked her hips up and down, as she fucked the
phallic object in her pussy. This got Alyssa really hot, she lifted her tit from
Jennies mouth, with much protest from Jen. She shucked off her PJ bottoms, and
slowly mounted Jennies blond head, Jennies eyes opened lazily. "My what a sight
to wake up to." She said seeing Alyssa's cute trimmed pussy poised overhead. "I
guess I'll have breakfast in bed, this morning." Looking at Alyssa's smiling
face upside down, past her firm full breasts, framed between her own thighs.
Jennie remarked "I believe there's a sausage for you down there Lissy, if your
hungry." Lissa grinned like a cat about to eat canary. "You take care of your
end, and I'll take care of mine, and when I'm done with you Blondie, you won't
know your 9, from your 201." Jennie looked back with a wicked smirk, "I'll show
you Who's The Boss Missy." With that exchange of challenges, each girl got down
to business, starting at the knee licking and kissing the inside of their
partner's thighs.

Jennie won the race, getting to Alyssa's beaver an inch before Lissa got to
hers, pulling the brunettes hips down on to her face Jennie locked her lips
around Lissy's pussy and sucked gently. Alyssa was slower in her approach, but
made up for it once her tongue had found Jennies already stiff vulva, using her
lips she enticed it out of it's cover, then licked at it like a dog in heat.
Jennie moaned softly into Alyssa's cunt as her lips locked around her labia, she
sucked in Alyssa's dripping pussy juices tasting her effervescence, she heard
Lissy cried out sharply. "Mmmmmgh!" Her lover replied by sucking her clit hard
bringing the small penis to it's fullest erection as it stood out between
Jennies cunt lips.

Now it was the her turn to scream, "Uuuuuuughh!" The girls pulled each
other in closer wrapping their legs around each others necks their tongues
stretching to the limits, Alyssa opened her mouth to suck on the small phallic
end of the dildo in Jennies cunt. The dildo began to slip from Jen's pussy,
Lissa took more of it into her mouth, gripping it with her teeth she repelled it
back inside her lesbian lover. Jennie purred like a kitten being stroked. She
doubled her efforts on Alyssa's pussy lips, opening her mouth wider the tip of
tongue teasing Alyssa's stubby clitoris, Lissa moaned in satisfaction. Jens
fingertips traced the outline of the brunettes virgin slit, brushing her inner
labia. This drove Alyssa in to a frenzy, pushing back rubbing her slit on Jen's
nose, feeling the small bump kneading her vulva, her g spot exploded she came
spewing her white milky girl cum all over Jennie's face and blond locks. Alyssa
shook as the orgasm reverberated through her entire petite figure.
"Aaaaaaggggggh!" As her body convulsed in waves of pleasure Alyssa bit down on
Jennies clit, which sent Jen on a ride of orgasmic proportions, more milky white
liquid squirted out of her pussy on to Alyssa's face. Lissa opened her mouth,
dropping the dildo on the bed, and drank in Jens juices sucking all the wetness
from the blondes sopping cunt. The girls collapsed on to the bed, neither spoke
or moved for 5 minutes, lying in their own perspiration and cum. They stroked
each others shapely calves, Jennie spoke first, "Wow, and all this time I
thought men were great, when I get back to work, Tiffany has one hell of a
superise coming to her." Alyssa looked up, "That was the most incredibly
delicious feeling I've ever had in my entire life."

Relaxing in the afterglow, there was a knock at the door, the girls looked
up too exhausted to cover their privates. "Come in " Alyssa murmured. Heather
opened the door, dressed in a white bath robe she smiled surveying the scene
before her. The two naked young girls lay inverted, soaked in sweat, their faces
dripping with cum. "The times you wish you had a camera." Heather remarked "If
you two are done, I have ordered breakfast, it'll be up in 20 minutes. Oh and
the front desk called, the people downstairs asked if you could keep the noise
down." Heather winked, and turned to leave, "Oh yea, well I Know What You Did
Last Night." Jennie quipped. "What? what?" Alyssa nagged. Jen whispered in her
ear, "Why Miss Locklear, you naughty sneaky tramp, I didn't know you were so
talented." Sarah came to the door dressed in only a towel, (a small towel!) she
looked in "Bout time you guy's were finished, we were ready to come in with the
hose." Sarah sauntered over to the bed and sat down next to Alyssa, staring at
her cum covered face. Glancing at Jennie she remarked "I haven't tasted you
yet." Sarah took Alyssa by the head and proceeded to lick Jen's cum off her
friends face. "Mmmmmmh, yummmy" Heather joined them on the bed, "That looks
tasty." she said pulling Jennie close to her, starting with a deep French kiss,
then licking her face all around, till it was sparkling clean. The girl
exchanged glances, realizing nothing would ever be the same between them.
Heather got up, "Come on breakfast will be here soon, Sarah can I borrow some
clothes?" she said , leaving the room. Sarah jumped up " Better go before she
stretches my favorite sweater." Jennie got up and dragged Alyssa into the
shower. Standing under the hot steamy water, the girls exchanged kisses then
cleaned each others bodies, touching in places that mortal men could only dream
of. (Sorry no shower scenes yet, I'm too tired.)

Steve had gotten up early and left at 7AM, after checking in on the girls.
Heather and Sarah were wrapped up like a pair of kittens in a caboodal, he still
wasn't sure which one had given him a fantastic blow job earlier that night from
the pace and technique he guessed Heather, some things can only be learned by
experience. Alyssa was sleeping like a lamb, Jennie was curled up on the other
side of the bed, he thought he was a strange lump between Jens legs. Steve
closed the door, going to the desk he wrote out a brief note, and left it on the
table with the key card Alyssa had left for him. Then he left hanging the "Do
not disturb" sign on the doorknob. He proceeded downstairs to his own tiny room
and quickly showered, then changing his clothes. Before leaving made he a brief
call on his cell phone, and checked out.

Heather dressed in a dark yellow blouse and white skirt borrowed from
Slayer. Sarah choose a simple green and blue patterned summer dress to face the
day in. Alyssa and Jennie dried off, Alyssa put on a red t-shirt and blue jean
skirt, Jennie threw on a beige blouse and black slacks. Heather was the first
into the living room, quickly noticing a pile of neatly folded sheets and pillow
on one of the couches. She went over and picked up the note, as she started to
read it Sarah, and Jennie came in. "Steve gone already?" Jennie asked Heather
waved the note, Alyssa entered the room, "Where's Steve?" Sarah took the note
and read out loud.

Dear Ladies

Thank you last night for your hospitality, the sofa was very comfortable.
I haven't slept that well in years. I will call later this morning, if you
should need to contact me in the mean time here's my cell phone number.

Sincerely,

S.C.

The girls broke out into contagious giggles, "Gee Heather, you can even
make this old couch feel good" Jennie laughed. "I could make a toilet seem like
a throne." replied Heather. Just then there was a knock at the door "Room
Service." Sarah put the sheets back in the closet, while Alyssa scrambled back
into the bedroom, and Heather answered the door. Two men came in with two
covered carts, "On the patio please." Jennie ordered. The men uncovered the
serving trays lit the warming cans, and left. There was everything from,
tropical fruits, pancakes, cereals, waffles, toast, sausages, bacon, eggs,
coffee juices, milk. "Wow!" Sarah remarked "Whose pregnant?" Heather looked over
with a frown, "No, I just didn't know what you guys felt like, so I ordered a
bit of everything." Jennie and Alyssa came out on the patio it was a warm breezy
day, the sun shone though the scattered cloud cover, as the girls sat down for
breakfast. They ate with most unladylike manners, talking and eating at the same
time. A bunch of loggers would have been more gentile. Afterwards they sat and
relaxed smoking and laughing, discussing their latest or next projects. After
breakfast the cell phones began to ring, agents, managers, press, studio execs.,
friends, and family, all wanting to pass on congratulations, or wanting
interviews.

At 10:30AM there was a knock at the door, Sarah got up to get it. Peering
through the peep hole she saw a small middle-age Asian man, dressed in a tweed
suit complete with fedora, wearing gold rimmed glasses, holding what looked like
a sales mans sample case. She opened the door cautiously, "Yes can I help you?"
she smiled. The small man smiled in return and handed her a business card. It
read "Dr. Lee J. Kwan, OBGYN." Sarah looked up at the man, "I'm sorry no one
here called for a doctor" The man took the card from her, and turned it upside
down. There was some hand writing on the back, "Good morning Ladies, This man is
a trusted college of mine, I believe he may be of help. Please let him in.
Steve" Who is it?" Heather asked coming to the door. Sarah handed her the card,
not wanting the strange man to attract attention in the hall she let him in, and
asked him to wait. He stepped in and removed his hat Heather took the card back
to Alyssa and Jennie who where finishing their drinks on the patio. With some
amount of prodding, Jen and Heather managed to convince Alyssa that she should
let the man examine her. Sarah walked out onto the patio with a cell phone in
hand, "I called Steve, he say's this guy is legit, and very confidential. He's
worried about you Alyssa. But he said it was up to you." Heather looked at the
card again, "Think I've heard of this guy, Teri Hatcher, and Helen Hunt go to
him." Alyssa reluctantly agreed, she went to the bedroom and Sarah showed the
man in. A small superise registered on his face when he recognized the patient.
He introduced himself and shook hands, then asked to use the bathroom. On
returning he found Alyssa lying on the bed, Jen and Heather sitting on either
side of her Sarah, sat in a chair. Opening the case they saw it was full of
gynecologist tools, (sorry I'm a guy, what do I know?). Dr. Kwan removed his
coat, rolled up his sleeves, and slipped on a pair of surgical gloves.

The girls got up to leave, assuring Alyssa. The doctor looked up from his
case, "You may stay, if the patient agrees." Alyssa nodded they sat down
resuming their places, except Sarah sat on the edge of the bed near the doctor.
He asked the patient if she was ready, Alyssa nodded she went to open her robe,
"no, I want to look at that eye first." Walking around the bed he carefully
examined her head, shone a small light in her eyes, feeling for bruises,
fractures, asking if she had blacked out, or was experiencing headaches, etc. He
was able to find only a small bump on the back of her head, and concluded there
was no other serious injury, to her skull. Then he asked her to open her robe,
methodically he examined the rest of her body muttering to himself when he came
to a bruised area. Pulling out a stethoscope he checked her breathing, Alyssa
inhaled and exhaled a few times.

He pronounced no significant damage, though "She shouldn't start playing
the piano just yet." Alyssa giggled, and then winced slightly. "Hurt when you
laugh?" he asked. Alyssa nodded sadly, "Then do not laugh." He said with a grin.
He then asked her if he do a vaginal exam. Alyssa looked at her friends for
support, they nodded in unison. Shyly she spread her legs, the doctor reached
into his bag and put on a headband mirror. He quickly proceeded to do a vaginal
exam and pap smear, Heather noted he's calm cool efficiency. Alyssa discomfort
was kept to a minimal, only once during the initial penetration, did Alyssa dig
her nails into Jennies arm. The doctor told them he had found no damage, her
hymen was completely intact, there was only a slight reddness, probably due to
forced entry. Alyssa was thankful once again. Dr. Kwan said he would run some
tests on the smear he took for any diseases. Pulling off his gloves, he turned
around as Alyssa closed her robe. She asked Jennie to get her purse. The doctor
gave Heather a vial containing a few white tablets, "For any pain, or
discomfort, 2 ***** for 6 hours." Sitting on the bed next to Alyssa speaking
softly, "You will be okay, nothing broken." Then he leaned closer, "I couldn't
help noticing your tattoos, they're very nice." He rolled up his left sleeve
showing her his own, Alyssa marveled at the intricate work. It was a large green
peacock, over his upper arm. "Hong Kong, 1976." The doctor said proudly. Alyssa
smile radiantly, "That's what I like to see on pretty girls." Jennie handed
Alyssa her purse. The doctor stood up and rolled down his sleeve. Alyssa opened
her purse, "How much?" She asked timidly. The doctor gave her a stern look and
sat back down. "Miss Milano, I am an honest professional doctor, how can you
expect me to receive a fee, for an examination, which I not given, from a
patient I have never met." Alyssa's face soften melting into a smile that could
tame a lion. "Thank you Dr. Kwan" He looked at her fatherly like, "No need for
thanks, you rest two day's then get better" He rose to leave handing her his
card, "Call me if you have headaches, or feel dizzy, okay, and I'll call in 3
days with the test results. Can have a number where I can reach you?" Heather
wrote down her friends private cell phone number, and gave it to the doctor. He
said goodbye to the others and Heather saw the doctor to the door. As he put on
his coat and hat she thanked him again. He nodded smiling, Heather touched his
arm as he shook her hand, "Dr. Kwan, if you'll excuse me I have a question I'd
like to ask you." He shrugged, "If I can answer it." Heather paused, "I'm
curious to know how Mr. Colt knows a man in your specialty." The doctor put his
hat on, "Good question, perhaps you can ask him sometime." He tipped his hat and
closed the door behind him. Shortly after Dr. Kwan left, the Sarah and Jennie
went over to Alyssa's suite and got the rest of her stuff. The staff had done an
excellent job, the rooms were well made and spotless. By the time they came back
Heather had done Alyssa's make up, expertly camouflaging her battered face, with
foundation and blush an oversize pair of sunglasses completed the façade. The
girls then packed and called the front desk, saying they would be checking out
in an hour. As they finished the packing the suite phone rang, Jennie picked it
up, "It's Steve. " The others gathered round, "I just called to see if
everything was alright?" "Yea, we're all fine, we're just getting ready to
leave." replied Jennie Alyssa nudged Jen's arm, "Ask him about lunch." Jennie
transferred the request and Heather recommended a quite, out of the way place
nearby. Steve knew the place, and asked if they needed help checking out. "No
thanks we'll be okay, see you soon." Jennifer put the phone down, "Okay it's
showtime." Heather made reservations at the restaurant for 1PM, requesting a
private table. For someone of her statues a private table could always be found,
It also helped that she was a friend of the owners.

All girls then put on scarves and sunglasses, then waited for the bellhops
to arrive. The three friends casually formed a loose barrier around Alyssa as
they left the suite, allowing the Bellhops to forge a path between the crowd in
the lobby. At the counter the girls quickly handed in their keys, and signed
out. Heather discreetly undid the two more buttons of her blouse, as she stood
next to Alyssa while she checked out. The male clerk was so distracted by this
sumptuous site, Alyssa had to ask twice for a pen. The girls cars were waiting
at a side entrance. Their bags were loaded, and the girls set off for the
restaurant. Sarah was driving her blood red Porsche 911, Jennie was in her
silver ***, while Heather drove Alyssa's red Mustang.

Sarah arrived first and by chance parked in the spot next Steve's rented
Lexus. Jennie arrived a minute later with Heather and Alyssa pulling in just as
Jennie got out. It was just before 1PM. Heather lead the group around to the
side entrance. The host greeted her with enthusiastic excitement, "Ohh Miss
Locklear how wonderful to see you again , you look well." "Oh Serge, you always
know what to say, to get a bigger tip." Heather replied.

The man feigned a wounded look, then laughed gaily "Ha..Ha...Ha.."
Observing the rest of the group he recognized the girls immediately, the man
looked like an outsider. Aware of his clienteles request for privacy he simple
greeted the others with smile, and beckoned them to follow him. Going down a
short nicely decorated hall, and up a flight of stairs, which Alyssa managed
with Jens support they were shown in to a private dining room with a view of the
city. The room was stylishly decorated in pink and ocher hues, the table was big
enough for 6 people. Heather sat on the right side closest to the door, with
Jennie on her right. Steve suggested Alyssa sit at the head of the table with
her back to the window. This would put the sun in the waiter's eyes whenever he
looked directly at her. Then he pulled out a chair for Sarah who sat next to
Alyssa, on the left side of the table and Steve sat next to her across from
Heather.

The waiter came in introducing himself as Eric, then informing them of the
specials and handed out menus, after asking if anyone wanted a drink, he excused
himself closing the frosted sliding glass door as he left. Alyssa and the girls
removed their sunglasses and scarves, Steve was amazed at the job Heather had
done masking Alyssa's bruised face, only a slight swelling around the right eye
was barely discernable. For a moment nobody spoke. Then Alyssa cleared her
throat, "Steve, I'd like to thank you for sending over Mr. Kwan, he was quite
reassuring." Steve looked at her with deference, "I'm sorry if my initiative,
took you unawares, I merely wanted you to have the opportunity of his services
without the usual hassles." He smiled weakly, "I hoped you wouldn't be upset."
Jennie broke in to the discussion, "Well I thought it was really nice of you to
do that." Sarah looked up from her menu, "Yea you're a special guy." Heather
chimed in "Not many guy's would have thought of that." Steve caught Heather's
gaze "Kwan and I met on a Transatlantic flight years ago, never been to N.Y. so
I showed him sites. A year later I was in L.A. he took me around Hollywood, been
in touch on and off since then." The waiter returned and took the orders, Jennie
ordered baked salmon, as did Alyssa, Heather preferred the broiled shrimp, while
Sarah went with the angel hair pasta. Steve just ordered a fillet migon, for
drinks everyone ordered some kind of juice. As the waiter collected the menus
and left Jennie asked how Steve's morning went. He told them he spent the
morning visiting the offices of McDonnell Douglas aircraft manufacturer, talking
about the new unmanned surveillance drones they were developing for the Army.
This new generation had larger more powerful engines allowing them to fly at
higher altitudes. The waiter came in and set down the drinks. The girls toasted
Steve, and he toasted their Emmy's.

The conversation turned to the usual Hollywood gossip of ratings,
relationships, careers, and new shows. The waiter entered again and delivered
the meals, the food was great, of course what else would it be. Everyone was
glad that Seinfeld was gone, but sorry to see Dr. Quin was also history. Heather
quipped that now it they could get the network to drop "BH 90210", then "Melrose
Place" would have a better chance with "Ally McBeal". Jennie looked up from her
baked salmon, "If they replaced that Amanda character with a younger actresses,
I think they'd do better." She winked at Alyssa. "Oh, this coming from a girl
who can't even get a husband." Heather stuck out her tongue. Sarah and Steve
giggled into their drinks. "Hey at least you guys don't have to do high kicks in
short skirts all over the place." Sarah remarked. "I kinda like that part of the
show." mumbled Steve. Sarah drove her elbow into his ribs, "Oooof." "And as far
as boyfriends go, at least you can let yours kiss you on the neck." Alyssa
scooped up fork full of rice, "Hey Steve, what's you favorite sitcom?" The
silence was almost deafening, each girl looked up from her plate, and grinned at
the poor dumb trapped animal looking for a way out. "Without looking up from his
steak in a barely audible voice Steve shrugged and said "Friends." Bread sticks
careened off Steve's head like missiles, everyone laughed. As the waiter
collected the plates the girls ordered herbal tea, Steve asked for a coffee. "Oh
almost forgot." Steve said reaching into his pocket. He fished out two pairs of
panties, and dropped them on the table. "Know who these belong to?" He grinned.
Sarah grabbed the articles from the table before the waiter returned, giving
Steve a look she usually reserved for vampires. She handed the white ones to
Alyssa under the table the girls put them in their purses. Heather was shocked.
Jennie started to giggle. "And you called moi a slut." Heather questioned. "That
was you last night?" Steve asked Heather. She looked at him accusingly, "I
thought you, were asleep." The waiter came back in served the tea and coffee
then retired once again. Jennie laughed out loud, putting her hand to her mouth,
Alyssa and Sarah joined in the laughter, Heather began to chuckle. She confessed
to being the "midnight cum junkie", and the girls told her how Steve came to be
in possession of their panties.

"Wow" Heather exclaimed sounds like the script from a cheap porno flick if
you ask me. Or an episode of "T.J. Hooker" Jennie laughed. Heather smacked Jen's
arm, "Hey it wasn't that bad a show." Sure Heather did "Captain Kirk" ever ask
you to "beam down on him?" Alyssa laughed. Sarah looked puzzled, "What was T.J
Hooker?" she asked innocently. "Cop show" said Steve "late 70's, Heather was a
rookie cop that all the bad guys wanted to be handcuffed and strip searched by."
Steve grinned like a kid. Heather looked at him sternly, like a mother scolding
a child, "Keep it up mister, I still have the handcuffs, and the club." Alyssa
glanced over at her with a smirk, "Careful girl, he just might be into that kind
of thing." Heather winked at Alyssa, "I don't think he would enjoy where I put
the club." Steve sipped his coffee, "Promises, promises."

Jennie asked if Steve was flying back to N.Y. "Actually I'm on a 5PM
flight to Tokyo. Alyssa looked pained, "Tokyo, couldn't you stay till tomorrow?"
she wined. Steve shook his head. "How long are you going for?" Sarah inquired.
Turning to answer her "10 days, then I have a 1 day lay over here on the way
back to N.Y." Alyssa looked hopeful, "Will we see you on the way back?" She
asked. "I don't know, might be meeting with people at Lockheed." The girls
exchanged glances.

The waiter interrupted with the bill, being the only man in the group it
was left with Steve. Alyssa motioned for the check, "No, I'll get it", he waved
"expenses." Sarah protested as she grabbed "Consider it a going away present."
Steve glanced at the girls, "Now how am I suppose to get you ladies feel
obliged?" Jennie put her cup on the table, "We owe you remember." The waiter
collected the bill, asked them if everything was to their liking, and left. The
group got up to go, Serge returned to bid them adieu, kissing Heather on both
cheeks, "Until next time mon cheri." he gay fully expressed. Heather smiled
"Maybe next time I'll bring Richie and the band." She said jokingly, the host
shuddered, at the notion of "Bon Jovi" visiting his gentile establishment.
"Madam, we do not serve portions with fries and a large coca cola." He said in
is most snooty voice, and then everyone laughed. Just then a large chested man
walked passed the doorway. "Arnie?" Alyssa called out. The man turned and peered
back through the door, "Lissie, how are you, he gleamed. It was Arnold
Schwarzenegger. A women appeared from behind his back, it was his wife Maria
Shriver, of "60 Minutes", Hi Alyssa, Heather, Jennie, Sarah." Heather introduce
Steve as an associate of Jennies, the big man shook Steve's hand in his massive
paw. A few words exchanged, "Arnie" asked if Alyssa might be free for a project
he had coming up next year. Of course she's jump at the chance to work with him
again especially since she was older. However she merely replied that she
Melrose Place was keeping her quite busy, and that she'd have to see if she
could fit him in. He and Maria congratulated the girls on their Emmy's, and then
the couple politely went on their way with promises to call later. "Wow" that
was Arnold Sarah exclaimed, "You are so lucky to have worked with him Lissa."
Alyssa smiled "Yea I was also 10 years old."

Steve looking out the door, "Maria's quite pretty in person." The girl
folded their arms over their chests and gave him the evil eye. "I-If you like
that sort of women" he quickly added. Heather stepped closer and pulled him to
her by his collar, "You even think of freelancing on us, you'd better pray that
Arnold finds you before we do." Then she kissed him passionately on the lips,
Sarah casually closed the door. Jennie was next, "Take care, have a safe trip,
and I'll miss you this much." she said hugging him then sucked his tongue into
her mouth. Jennie released him back down to earth, and Sarah stepped up, "Bye,
Steve, hope to see you again." She kissed him gently letting her part his lips
and tickle his teeth. As she stepped back Alyssa grabbed him around the waist,
pressing her head, into the crook of his neck under his chin, "Oh, Steve, will I
ever see you again?" she said sadly. Looking down her small figure, stroking her
auburn hair "I don't know Lissa." he whispered softly, "But I'll certainly try."
Her eyes welled up with tears, as she gazed up at his handsome features. He bent
down kissed her lightly on the cheek, Alyssa turned her head, catching his mouth
with hers, as she stole the air that he breathed. He lifted her small body up
off the floor, and gently put her down again releasing her. "I should be going."
Steve spoke. Alyssa pulled a card from her pocket, "My private number is on the
back, call me on before you leave Japan." she said handing it to Steve. He took
the card putting it in his wallet, pulling out on of his own. "If you need me,
Ill be at the Nikkito Hotel, my office can find me. "

The group left the restaurant, in the parking lot the girls got into their
cars, and watched Steve leave before going themselves. Heather went off to find
her husband, Jennie went home to her family, Sarah invited Alyssa to stay at her
place for a couple of days.

Showtime
Part 4
(m/f, f/f, oral, anal, orgy, fem. mast)
By Anonymous



Steve drove from the restaurant in a daze, wondering how the hell he could
walk away from four beautiful women like that. He felt even worst for bringing
them in to his world of light and shadow. As far as things went Hollywood was an
unforgiving town, where gossip, and back stabbing ruled. Careers could be broken
and lives ruined by a single phone call. But in his realm such a thing could set
in motion a chain of events that could topple governments, upset economies, and
sometimes get people killed. Steve had left that all behind him a few years ago.
But once in a while, he felt the edges of his cloak and dagger days, creeping
around the shoulders of his life. He still had 3 hours before his flight, with
his contacts at L.A. airport, he didn’t need to be there more than 30 minutes a
head of time. Steve decided to take a quick drive up into the hills, he knew a
longer more scenic route to the airport that didn’t include an hour sitting in
traffic.

Steve accelerated the Lexus, gliding through the elite suburb of Hollywood
Heights, then breaking out on to the winding road that crested the hillsides, of
the valley. The road was peppered with loose stones and every so often a warning
sign for falling rocks would pass by. The skies clouded over and it began to
rain. In his review mirror an emerald green Volvo, came racing up behind him,
before he could get a good look at the occupants, it moved over and passed him
doing 75mph. I must be getting old he thought to himself, as he glimpsed at the
fair haired girl in the passenger seat, she glanced over and politely smiled,
she reminded him of Jennie somehow. He watched the car disappear around the next
bend. Now Jennie there was a classic, like Grace Kelly, beauty, brains, and a
flirt too. Heather was more laid back, while Jennie was a girl you wanted to
take to the prom. Heather was more at home on a beach. Sarah was the girl next
door clean wholesome a little bit country, but could rock and roll when she
wanted to. Sarah was the kind of girl every mother wanted her son to bring home,
and every son just wanted. Then there was Alyssa, innocence and passion blended
together, a women in a girls body. Each of them could slew you with a glance one
minute and curl up in the palm of your hand the next. The sound of heavy rain
drumming on the windshield brought Steve’s thoughts back to reality. It was
certainly picking up, pebbles came rolling down the hill, and bounced across the
road in front of the car. He stepped on the gas, watching in his mirror as a
wall of mud and dirt swept on to the road he had just been. Whew that was close
have to keep an eye on the hillside from now on. Rounding the bend he saw the
Volvo up ahead as it went around the next hairpin turn up ahead. They had slowed
down a bit too, but still out pacing him. Rounding the next turn, the other car
was had already gone round the next bend, as Steve went round the curve he saw
that another land slide had blocked the road just past the bend. Damn now I’ll
miss my flight. Looking at the barricade of earth and trees, he contemplated his
options, he tried his cell phone, static filled his ear, must be the hills. Then
he thought he was something, flicking on the car headlights, Steve saw two skid
marks leading up to the pile of debris and turning sharply to the right. There
was a gap in the guardrail about ten feet wide. Steve reached into the back seat
for a small suitcase, bringing it up front he quickly opened it and retrieved a
medical kit, and flashlight (He was a Boy Scout) Putting on a light trench coat
he exited his car, got the tire iron from the trunk and walked over to edge of
the cliff.

Peering through the rain, he saw the swath cut through the trees. The
cliff was only just a slope, not very steep. Steve could see the car about 100
yards down the slope resting on the bank of the river. He saw no sign of
movement, starting down the slope he hurried as fast as the terrain allowed. He
got about half way down the slope, looking up he saw the car sliding into the
river, he started to run. He reached the river as the top of the car submerged
beneath the surface of the water, he heard screaming. Steve stripped off his
clothes, and waded in, when he got to the drivers side door the car was under a
foot of water. The driver was struggling with her seatbelt, the air bag had
deployed and was hindering her efforts. Steve grabbed the door handle and pulled
it open, luckily she had already unlocked it. The diver looked at Steve shocked
to see him, she grabbed on to him in panic, He struggled with the air bag
finally pushing it aside. He reached around her waist, feeling for the belt
release, as her last breath was failing, he found the buckle and pulled her from
the car. Swimming back to the shore, he checked her breathing, it was ragged but
there, he quickly pushed in her chest to expel any water from her system, she
began to cough and sat up. Steve went back in for the passenger. By the time he
reached her she was motionless, he pulled her out and made for the surface.

On reaching shore a few meters away, he saw the other girl sitting up
looking for her friend. Spotting the two she went into hysterics, seeing her
friends lifeless body, being pulled by the stranger. Steve dragged the body on
shore and immediately began CPR. First pushing on her chest to expel the water
from her lungs, then began mouth to mouth, with a great deal of enthusiasm, and
difficulty since he was out of breath himself. The girl on shore came to her
senses and began pushing on her friends chest, counting rhythmically as she
pressed. After a five minutes the girl coughed violently and shook herself
awake. The two girls hugged and cried, stroking each others hair, then kissed
and cried again. Steve lay on the ground panting for air, looking up at the dark
clouds. After a few minutes Steve looked over at the girls. The blond, had
almost shoulder length hair, light blue eyes pale complexion, about 5’6” a very
athletic figure, she was dressed in a simple light blue summer dress with small
white flowers. The dress clung to her shapely body, showing off her blue lace
bra and matching panties. The brunette was a bit shorter, her hair was cropped
short, almost boyish, her figure was slim except for her breast and hips, which
were nicely rounded, she wore white slacks, and a black tank top. Her wet slacks
clung to her firm butt, and had become completely transparent He could clearly
see her plain white cotton panties molded to her cheeks. The cold water had made
her nipples stand out straight like raisins, under her bra less top. He had seen
these two before, but couldn’t place the names. Both girls were puzzled when
Steve went back into the water again, they stood up watching him from the shore,
a few minutes later he emerged, holding up two purses, like trophy fish. The
girls clapped and ran into the water to greet him, each gave him a really big
hug and kissed him on the cheek. They cried some more, thanked him profusely,
then realizing he was still just in his briefs they let him get dressed,
sneaking a peek to his pelvic region. Steve picked up his gear and guided the
girls back up the hill to his rented Lexus. Once inside he started the car and
turned on the heater full blast, the warmth was great. Then he went to the trunk
getting a couple of towels and shirts handing one set to each girl, changing
outside while the girls stripped out of their wet clinging clothes and hung them
in the windows. The rain had subsided by now, it was warming up a bit. He
wondered how many other landslides had occurred, and how long it would take the
highway crews to reach them. On of the girls called Steve to get in. The blonde
lay in the back seat, the brunette was in the front with Steve. “By the way, my
I’m Steve, Colt.” The brunette, she managed a weak smile and hand shake. “Nice
to meet you Steve, I’m Winona, back there is Bridget the blond leaned forward.
Steve looked at them incredulity, “As in Ryder and Fonda?” Winona nodded. Steve
wondered if the Gods were laughing at him. Steve turned on the radio, there were
reports of landslides, and power failures all over the place, scattered in
pockets in and around the L.A. area. Crews were out and expected to have
everything fixed in the next 12 hours. Steve snapped the radio off, “Well guess
we’re here for a while ladies” Bridget popped her head between the front seats,
“I’m glad to be anywhere right now.” she muttered. Winona smiled at her friend,
“me too.” Leaning over she kissed Bridget, firmly on the mouth, then reclined
her seat back and went to sleep. Bridget stretched out on the back seat and
closed her eyes. Steve leaned on the drivers side arm rest with his head against
the window falling asleep several minutes later, it was just after 5PM. A few
hours later a sound in Steve’s ears woke the rest of him up. His body was
cramped and stiff, the sound grew louder in his ears, beginning to register in
his brain as the veils of sleep lifted. He turned his head, rubbing the back of
his neck. The passenger seat beside his was empty, the sounds he heard was soft
light moans of pleasure, boarding on shear ecstasy. He slowly turned his head
looking over his shoulder, seeing a sight for sore eyes. Bridget lay on the
backseat, her legs were draped over the back and front seats with Winona’s head
lapping her humping pussy between them. From what he could see Winona must have
been straddling Bridget’s face, their moans and slurping noises were getting
louder. He heard Bridget whining, “Ooooh yess.. alllmmoost... Uuuuuuuuuuugh!.
God that feel ssssoooooo ggggoooood.” As she came drenching her freind with
sweet sticky fluids. Winona, rubbed her face all over Bridgets, wet sticky twat,
spreading the juices between her thighs. Then licking Bridget’s inner legs, cunt
and clit, absorbing the girl cum back on to tongue. Winona purred as her lover’s
tongue flicked the nub of her clitoris, she beared down on the playful organ,
Bridget kissed at her soft lips trimmed with a collar of black fur. Winona’s
clit became firm, it’s rounded head pushed out beyond her labia lips. Bridget
gently teased it with her lips, while patting the tip with her tongue, opening
her mouth wide to engulf, Winona’s gyrating fur ball, letting her slippery
orgasm drip into her mouth. Winona sat up and arched her back, caressing
Bridget’s breasts through the thin cotton of the shirt. Bridget inserted her
index finger in to Winona’s love hole, feeling it’s silky lining, gently sliding
it in and out sucking her cunt lips into her mouth. “Aaaaaaaaaaahh!” Winona came
squeezing Bridget’s head between her loins, collapsing on to her friends
prostrate body. Beads of sweat perspired from the girls soaked up by the cotton
of the dress shirts Neither girl moved for ten minutes, Steve turned around in
his seat pretending to be asleep. He could hear the girls whispering in the back
but couldn’t make anything out, one of them giggled. Winona crawled to the front
passenger seat, putting her legs on the dashboard. Steve turned to her “you
sleep okay?’ He inquired. “Just fine thanks” She grinned. The shirt rode up on
Winona’s pure white thighs the material bunching up at her crotch, she parted
her legs slightly, exposing her inner thigh to Steve’s gaze. She looked at him
massaging her lithe trim legs, “so are you from around here, Steve?” He smiled
at her soft eyes, they were like pale blue gems. Steve explained his background,
and what of course he was doing in L.A. Winona asked him to turn on the radio,
“Any preferences” he asked “How about light music.” she suggested. Bridget
reached around from the back putting her hands on Steve’s chest, “How are you
feeling ?” she whispered. Steve watched as her hands roved his torso, ”I’m fine
thanks.” hoping she wouldn’t detect his increased heart rate. Winoina began to
unbutton her shirt, slowly, giving Steve a come hitther look, “ Well we’ve
decided to do something that will make you feel really good, as a way of thanks
you for , services rendered.” He stared at the sultry brunette, as a forth
button was released, “That’s n-not really necessary.” Steve stuttered. By this
time Bridget had reached down, and unzipped his pants, which Steve had only
noticed when her fingers found his penis. “Whoa!” he remarked, Winona laughed
just relax and enjoy the show. Bridget retrieved his mammoth member form it’s
lair, “Wow!” she exclaimed “It’s bigger than we thought, Winnie.” Steve
chuckled, “Glad your impressed.” Bridget gave the beast a couple of sharp tugs,
“Oww” Steve yelped. She grinned “We’ll see whose impressed !” Bridget released
the organ and got out of the car, going around to the front. Winona turned up
the radio, the song was Rod Stewarts “Do you think I’m sexy”. Bridget stood in
the soft glow of the running lights, hands on her hips she began to gyrate to
the song. Twirling about and flipping up the front of the shirt flashing her
pubes, prancing like a first class stripper. The buttons began to open, Steve
was so engrossed in the dancer, Winona had her mouth over the head of his cock
before he realised it, she grabbed his right hand putting it palm up, then
brought it to her right breast. He felt the soft pliable weight in his palm, and
applied gentle pressure with his finger tips. Winona slide her mouth down his
erect pole, her tongue moistening the underside of the first 4 inches, before
she gagged and pulled back. She concentrated on the mushroom shaped head ,
moving the crown in and out of her lips sucking softly. Steve could smell the
subtle fragrance of her hair, as he stroked the back of her bobbing head. In
front of the car Bridget now had the front of the shirt open, displaying her 25
year old charms, like a flashed. She mounted the hood of the car pulling the
shirt off with a flourish twirling it over her blonde locks, and throwing it at
the windshield. The shirt slide down the glass, revealing a taunt tight body,
well formed with just the right amount of curve in just the right place.
Bridget’s 34B breasts stood out straight, her nipples small young looking, her
bush was made of light blond fine curly hairs. She crawled to Steve on the hood,
turning around spreading her knees, giving him a perfect view of her snatch, she
reached between her legs with one hand and began to trace her fingers along her
thin slit. Steve was torn between the delicious blow job that Winona was
performing on him, (although not quite up to Jennies talents) and the equally
delicious peepshow on the other side of the glass. By now Winona had siffened
his dick well, she lifted her head much to his dismay, and pronounced him ready.
She tapped on the windshield, where Bridget had worked two fingers deeply into
her soaked velvet box. Bridget looked back through her half opened eyes, and
nodded. Slowly she turned over laying on her back spreading her legs, continuing
to stroke her pet. “ If I don’t have a cock in me real soon, I’m gonna burst!”
she screamed. Winona budged Steve out of the car, with great care he got out,
dropping his pants he walked around front of the car. Bridget drew her legs up
beneath her spreading her knees wide, with one hand behind her head, she
beckoned with the other. “This is for saving Winona’s life.” Bridget smiled. The
front of the car sank as Steve climbed on, when he got between her legs she
welcomed him with a open kiss, grasping his member Bridget guided him to the
entrance of her waiting cunt. She rubbed the tip of his pole up and down her
barely used slit, and then pulled him inside her. “Oooooh….Yeeeah!” she groaned
as the head pushed aside her lips and settled in her vagina. The first 3 inches
slid in easily, then Bridget’s vaginal muscles reacted and began squeezing his
prick, he eased out and then pushed back in, she wrapped her legs around his
torso. Their lips wrestled for dominance, Steve submitted. Gripping the hood of
the Lexus he began to rhythmically fuck the young star, as she locked her ankles
behind his back egging him on. “Yeessss, giiiive me that love stick, ride me
like a pony, Ooooh Goood bang my horny box, make me Feeel It!” Bridget yelled.
Steve complied speeding up his thrusts. Grunting like a caveman, he was working
up a sweat, her cunt was nearly vice like as he worked to open her up. Soon her
pussy was slick with thier fluids, Steve problem was now not to slip out as he
rammed the blond’s heated hole. Winona climbed up on to the hood lying next to
her panting friend, she still had her shirt on, but it was now fully unbuttoned,
Steve looked over at her pale white slim body. She smiled at him devilishly,
“Save some for me tiger.” Bridget was now delirious with pleasure, Uuugh,
Uuuugh, Uuuuuuugh! she was humping back as Steve thrust in. “Oh God Steve, fill
me with your cum!” Both came simultaneously, (ya right) their cries echoed off
the valley walls. Bridget felt the warmth from his seed enter her vagina, as she
released him from her leg lock his penis softened insider her, her muscles
relaxed feeling his cock soften in her slackened tunnel. Steve pushed his body
up off the young girl to avoid crushing her with his weight, and lay on the hood
beside of her. They lay there listening to Winona preparing herself for Steve’s
deep dish cock, toying wither her clitoris she worked on then two fingers deep
inside her inner court, “Mmmmmmh!, hurry up Steve or I’m cuming without you she
moaned.” Steve looked over at her his face begging for pity. Bridget smiled “Not
so young anymore huh?” She slid half way down the hood so her face was level
with his cock. She picked up the limp organ, looking at it doubt fully, “Let me
show you what my mouth can do.” Without further comment Bridget took his tired
penis in her mouth, and began to breath life into it. Which only took about two
minutes, the very site of the young blond Fonda Goddess playing his skin flute
was enough to build Steve a hasty erection. The feeling of her warm breath on
his organ, as she engulfed his shaft. Made him want to cum right then and there.
Bridget added her saliva to his already wet cock tasting his sperm mixed with
her fluids from their union. She pulled off her lips giving the head on last
kiss, and pronounced him fit for action. Bridget leaped off the car, and
retrieved the shirt. Steve moved over the Winona, her head turned her soft brown
eyes fluttered, as she removed her hand from its prime place. “And how can I
help you Miss Ryder?” he asked. She smiled showing her perfect white teeth, “By
Fucking me senseless of course.” she replied “But I’d like to thank you for
saving Bridgets life.” Winona rolled over and got up on all fours spreading her
knees as far apart as she could. Looking over her shoulder at him challengingly,
“Think your Alien enough for me.” Steve felt like a sixteen year old boy, (But
that’s another story, Not!) as he mounted the feisty filly. She wiggled her
small butt, as he penetrated the narrow folds of her cunt. Her head reared up as
he slipped into her,” Aaaaah…yeess, Fuck Mmeeee Deeeep!” Steve reached around
groping her small breasts as they jiggled from their slow rocking. His fingers
circled her hardened nipples which seemed to grow under his very touch. Slowly
he slid his 9 inch log, into her furry love hole, he felt her cunt muscles
embrace his cock like a warm stocking. As his last two inches met her lips, she
could feel the head pressing her cervical opening. “Damn I hope that’s the last
of it!” she cried. Her ass cheeks were jammed up flat against his pelvis. Slower
than when he entered Winona Steve withdraw, “Arrrrrgh.” Then eased his cock back
in a bit faster. After a few stokes Winona rocked her hips back and forth, her
vaginal walls coated with the nectar of three people. They moved in unison, each
time Steve thrust into her welcoming box, the tip of his penis banged on
Winona’s cervix. She groaned louder with each stroke, “Ahh, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh!”
the pace picked up, she gripped the edge of the hood with all her strength,
Steve gripping Winona round her hips as he did his best to “Fuck her sensless.”
He pulled her cunt back onto his crotch each time he shoved his massive member
inside her stretched lips. He move his hand down her smooth flat belly, rubbing
her mons with his palm, and slipping two fingers on to her pussy lips driving
himself between them as he entered her. Steve marveled at the strong resemblance
Winona had to Alyssa, if not for the lack of tattoos he would swear it was
Alyssa, he was screwing and not Winona. Her head was bouncing up and down like a
dog in heat, as he fucked her from behind, “N-n-oooowww, I-I-m cccummmming!!!”
she screamed Steve felt her cunt spasm, around his ridged pole, her small body
trembled in grasp, Steve felt his balls tightened closer to his body. “Winona
I’m going to..” before he could finish she pulled herself off his cock and spun
around on her knees, Steve was gripping his dick at the base. She looked up at
him, her eyes tired, out of breath, “In my mouth, feed me your cum.” she opened
her mouth. Steve leaned forward , placing the head of his bulging dick inside
the young actresses oral chamber. Winona grasped his cock as he let go, she felt
his sperm pulse though her hand as it shot into her waiting mouth. The first
load hit the back of her mouth dipping down into her throat, his seed quickly
filled her mouth as she swallowed continuously. Bridget appeared beside her
friend like dog begging for scraps. As she stroked the last load of cum from
Steve’s limp penis, Winona held it in her mouth. Closing her mouth, by squeezing
the head from between her lips, she turned to face her friend. Steve fell away
like a rag doll. Bridget move closer to Winona, the two girls held each others
faces, as Bridget surrounded Winona’s lips with hers. She pressed tightly
against her friends face, as Winona opened her lips, Bridget sucked the spunk
from her mouth, Winona’s tongue helping to scoop out the sticky goo into her
friends eager receptacle. When the cum swap was done the girls tongue wrestled
for a while then climbed into the back of the car, and curled up to sleep. Steve
had collected his pants and slumbered off in the driver’s seat, smiling like a
king.

They awoke at dawn the next morning, breakfast consisted of some oranges
that Steve had bought to take to Japan, and crackers. Steve turned on the radio,
since last night the power had been restored to all areas and almost all of the
roads were expected to be open I the next two hours. A sigh of relief filled the
car. Bridget mentioned she wanted to go down to the river and wash up, the
others decided it was a good idea. On reaching the river bank, the trio waded
into the water and washed off , with the soap Steve had taken from the hotel.
After drying off, the girls put on their own clothes, except the shoes. Which
were still in the car. They all sat on the bank, watching the river, flow by.
The sunlight reflected on something just under the waters surface, actually ten
feet under. Winona recognized her 1996 Volvo, and pointed it out to the others.
Bridget began to cry, leaning against Steve who was sitting between the two
girls. Steve put his arm around her shoulder, “Hey you’re alright, everyone has
close calls now and then.” She lifted her sadly distraught face, her eyes showed
confusion, “I-I can’t remember what happened.” Bridget cried. “I mean, I
remember going round the corner, seeing cliff and then the airbag exploded.”
After that I can’t remember anything. Winona reached over to hug her friend,
“I’m sorry it’s all my fault, I was going to fast, please forgive me.” The two
girls embraced, crying and sobbing, “I don’t blame you Winona, don’t cry!”
Bridget whispered. Steve put his arms around both girls, what a way t start the
day he thought, “Listen you two your alive and that’s all that matters, not how,
why or who did what, you just got lucky.” Both girls stopped whimpering and look
at him, then gave him big wet kissed on the cheeks. “He grinned happily, “What’s
that for?” he said knowingly. “ Being at the right place at the right time.”
Winona cooed. “Yea, and for being a good swimmer, and not taking advantage of me
while I was unconscious.” Bridget laughed. Steve looked at her wistfully, “I
thought you couldn’t remember anything?” She tilted her head to one side, “A
girl doesn’t get reamed by a pole that size, and not feel it afterwards.” Winona
laughed, “That’s definitely true.” Steve smiled “I’ll take that as a
compliment.” Bridget smirked, “And I’ll take it anyway I can.” she said in a
voice that would seduce a priest. Winona spoke up, “Get in line behind me, you
studio slut.” she smiled at her friend. Bridget fired back, “Oooh!, behind you
is where all the guys usually are, you casting couch whore.” she giggled. As
they made their way back up to the car a helicopter flew overhead, it was a
black and white CHP bird, Hughes 500 Defender model. The small two man chopper
landed 50 yards behind the car. One policeman got out and met them at the top of
the hill. He didn’t recognize the girls at first.