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CHAPTER NINE

Wendy walked through the front door, dropped onto the couch with a loud sign and kicked her shoes off. She closed her eyes and leaned back, sighed again. She wore her dress skirt and her best blouse. She looked her prettiest and had spent all of the morning and most of the afternoon searching for a job. She was completely exhausted.

Sherry popped her head out of the kitchen, smiled at Wendy, and asked, "How did it go? Any luck?"

"Nothing," Wendy shook her head. "Nothing at all. I must have talked to fifty places today, from restaurants and theatres to even the car wash over on Sunset. Either they wanted experience or they didn't need anybody." She shook her head again. "It was really discouraging, let me tell you."

"Well," Sherry nodded, "it is tough. You're not alone, though. Half the country's out of work. Don't worry, you'll manage."

"I hope so. I'm going to run out of money pretty soon. Then I don't know what I'll do."

"Don't panic yet," Sherry laughed.

"Tomorrow's another day, you know." Then she asked, "By the way, what did you think of Greg?" She laughed again, added, "It sounded like you two were having quite a time of it last night."

"You could hear us?" Wendy giggled.

"Sometimes. Not an awful lot," Sherry smiled. "Anyway, what did you think of him?"

"Oh, I really like him. He's nice and he's really good-looking and I'm glad I met him. Both of them, in fact. Sander seems… well, a little crazy, though."

"He is," Sherry laughed. "But, I guess that's why I love him. He's so unpredictable, he's impossible to get bored with. If you really need the money Sander is shooting a porn movie tomorrow. It pays pretty good."

"Oh, I don't know."

"Well, we could go down and watch. What do you say?"

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to watch."

"Did we miss much?" Sherry asked, kissed Sander lightly on the moutha nd took his arm in her own.

Sander glanced at Wendy. "I'd like you to jump in there. Really. This picture is important to me and you'd be perfect in it. In fact, although usually I pay an actress only a couple of hundred dollars, if you'll get in there with them, I'll give you five hundred. What about it?"

"Oh, I-I don't… think so." Wendy stammered, looked away from him awkwardly, "I'd never be able to do that in front of a camera?"

"It's an underground movie," he persisted. "It'll never get into the regular porno theatres. It's strictly for very rich private buyers. And most of the prints will end up in Europe or South America. No one you know will ever see it! Ever!"

Wendy could really use the five hundred dollars, that was for sure, but she knew she could never bring herself to romping around naked while being filmed. "No… really, I couldn't. I'd be so embarrassed with everyone watching, I just couldn't."

"We'll shoot it with just you and two others, then. I'll have Jerry and Hash set up the lighting and leave… I can handle the rest myself. It'll be strictly private."

"And what am I supposed to do while they're fucking?" Pam asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Am I supposed to fingerfuck myself again or something?" She was obviously not pleased at being left out of the scene and was not afraid to let Sander know it.

"Relax," Sander said. "You just sit this one out. I want a nice, very simple screwing sequence. Nothing fancy… something for the folks back home." And when Wendy glanced sharply at him from the bed, he added quickly, "Just kidding."

Pam stood with a small flourish and a pouting smile, thrust out her bare dimpled behind to accentuate its gentle roundness, stretching languorously with her hands clasped behind her head.

"Well, if you really don't want my cute little ass in the scene, I guess I will fingerfuck myself." She walked with an exaggerated wiggle to where Sander stood over the camera and plopped herself down on the carpet to watch and began at once to pull and poke at her warm little cunt, all the while smiling up at Sander with mock defiance as if daring him to make her stop.

Sander only shook his head with a helpless laugh, said to Wendy and Robert, "Whenever you're ready."

Wendy lay on her back, her round thighs spread outward, knees raised, her feet flat on the bed. Robert balanced forward with his hands on each side of her slender waist, his hips nestled between her bare thighs, the renewed stiffness of his cock poking at her, prodding her.

"Let me help," Wendy smiled up at her. She found she was becoming very fond of this young boy, and she felt even more so when he returned her smile with obviously mutual affection. She took his warm cock in her hand and guided it to her, pushed it easily through the matted bush of her damp pubic hair and began to work the fleshy thickness of the velvet tip into her slippery cunt.

Robert thrust with his hips against Wendy's warmly yielding thighs, managed to poke the round head and most of the twitching shaft of his invading cock into her, was met with the soft sucking action of her hot tightness. He moved in the lubricious passageway with slow, deliberate persistence, sending sparks of rapture into the center of Wendy's gripping heat, causing her to moan softly with the sheer wanton joy she felt at having him, alive and throbbing, within her.

She encircled his buttocks with both hands, pulled him fully to her with a sharp little sigh, shivering when his rigid cock plunged the rest of the way into her, lancing her with pleasure. She hooked her heels behind his legs, wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him, wanted to cuddle him like a teddy bear.

"Is it good?" Wendy asked him, began kissing his face all over. "Does it feel good? Does my little curd feel good to you?"

Robert was flushed, dots of perspiration on his forehead. He nodded, swallowing loudly, then started to pump on Wendy with many short, jerky thrusts, was kissing her on the mouth, sucking at her lips until she was ready to burst with the heat building in her trembling loins. With unrestrained enthusiasm he was pummeling her with his young body, pronging his hard cock into her more quickly than she would have even imagined possible.

She moved under him with a squirming, undulating wiggle, her firm breasts pressed against his heaving chest, her rubbery nipples swollen and distended. She darted her moist tongue into his ear, breathed hotly, "Stick your fingers up my asshole."

"I'll stick anything you want up there!" he gasped shakily and was already working his hands under the warm cheeks of her wriggling buttocks, searching for the puckered opening of her tight anus.

Wendy pumped from underneath yet, more feverishly, the two of them thrusting as one.

Robert's hardened cock reaching as deeply as he could force it into the churning depths of her, his hands squeezing her behind into two handfuls of sweaty muscle. Then his fingers poked into her wet anal slot, first one, then another, then, with some effort, a third, all of them probing up into her still sensitive rectum.

Wendy clawed at his back, raking her nails across his flesh, leaving red welts and scratches that he would feel only much later, was thrusting still more urgently. She groaned with delight as his cock hammered into her, throbbing, pulsing with his excitement, grinding into her, the base of it squeezing her tingling clit, inflaming it, driving Wendy wild with sensation. She was biting at his mouth, groaning more hoarsely, "Oh… my little love… OH! You're fucking me so fast! It's so wonderfully good! OH! GOD! It's so… kiss me! Oh, shit! Oh!"

They smacked together, Robert ramming his pistoning cock into her tight cunt deeper and deeper, his furious thrusts pushing her slowly up along the bed, her slick lubrication oozing from her vaginal crack, running down between the churning cheeks of her warm buttocks.

Her slender legs were climbing steadily up his pumping thighs, working their way up until she was more brazenly open to him then she'd ever been to anyone in her life, until her thighs were wrapped around his hips, pulling him to her, clasping him to the now almost gushing wetness of her cunt.

"You're fucking me to death!" Wendy managed to gasp, and then the shattering concussion of jarring pleasure she so avidly awaited slammed into her, overwhelming in its jolting intensity, pummeling her into a world of only shadows and brightly flashing lights. Robert was pumping her full of fluid warmth, was pounding into her clenching cunt furiously as his sticky seed surged into her in thick streams, filling the depths of her with hot, coursing liquid.

Wendy was hit with still a second wrenching spasms, and could not believe this boy could be carrying her to such unheard of heights of passion, could be turning her loins into molten jelly that ached and ached for still more and more of his battering cock. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried, gritting her teeth each time another wave of sensation broke against her, "Oh, God! You're making me come! Oh, fucking bliss!"