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At the Gym
by Anonymous (sjmarky@earthlink.net)
***
Liz was a regular at this health club, working out at
least three times a week, sometimes more. It provided
some needed stress relief from her daily grind in
software sales. Plus, she knew it helped her look good
too. (MF, affair)
***
She had her eye on one of the guys. He was maybe late
twenties, seriously buffed, but not one of those weird
body-builder types. She introduced herself once, knew
his name - Jason. And exchanged the usual hi-how-ya-
doings. He seemed nice enough.
She learned his routine after a while, and could track
him throughout his workout. Light nautilus machines,
heavy abdominal, and then major stair-climber workout.
He would stay on his machine for over twenty minutes,
which wasn't that unusual. The incredible thing was he
pumped small barbells in each hand the whole time.
Major cardio.
One Friday night they were both waiting for stair
climbers. The club was packed, and every machine was in
use. Somehow this seemed like a perfect opportunity to
cut him from the pack. "Hi, Jason. Stuck in line, too?"
He smiled. "Yeah, I guess so. Joint's a zoo tonight."
"Sure is. You know, it's kind of a waste waiting here.
You want to take a run instead?"
The person if front had just started. "Why not? I'm not
getting anything out of sitting here. How far do you
want to go?"
"You know where the Catholic church is? That's about
two miles, there and back. That enough?"
"Oh yeah, that's fine for me."
They took a brisk run. Liz was pleased that she could
keep up, given the way Jason attacked that stair
climber. When they got back to the center, she decided
to keep him cornered for a few more minutes. They
passed a juice bar on the way back to the club. "I need
a drink. How about you?"
"Didn't bring my wallet. It's back in my locker."
She had planned ahead. "That's okay. I always keep a
five in my sock."
"Yeah, okay. But I'll owe you."
They ordered some beverages and sat at an outside table
drinking. She had a large bottled water. He ordered
some awful-looking wheat grass stuff.
Since it's hard to have a conversation while doing two
five-minute miles, she really didn't know him any
better than before. Needing a quick icebreaker, she
asked the first question she could think of. "So, what
do you do?" Real trite, she thought to herself. He
seemed uncomfortable.
"Um, well. Nothing important, really."
"Nothing anybody does for a living is important really.
No, seriously what do you do?"
He almost squirmed. "Just a little modeling. Act a
little. Nothing major."
She acted really interested, hoping to pry some more
data. "Acting! I should have guessed. I bet that's why
you disappear for weeks sometime. So, what have you
been in?"
He tried to dismiss it and change the subject. "Ah,
nothing you would have seen. Pretty obscure. So how
about you? What important things do you do?"
She wasn't going to be deflected. "Software sales. No,
tell me what you've been in - I see some obscure things
sometimes, maybe I've..."
He snapped at her. "I said, nothing you've seen, okay!"
She was startled by his reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean
to... I was only making conversation." She was
beginning to think he was a jerk after all. Never
fails, the better looking they are, the bigger the
asshole.
He looked guilty. "I didn't mean to bark at you."
"It was just a question, that's all."
He paused. "All right, but promise me you won't get
mad."
"Of course I won't get mad."
"You're sure?"
"Oh come on, what's the big deal? Of course I'm sure."
He looked straight at her. "I act in adult films."
She was stunned. "As in..."
"Triple-X. I'm a porn actor, okay."
This was a hell of a bit of news. "Are you mad?"
She blinked and recovered her composer. "No, no. Mad?
No, I'm not mad." She slipped out of small-talk mode.
"No, I'm not mad. I admit I'm a bit surprised. I mean,
nobody ever says that."
A long uncomfortable silence ensued.
"So what say we get back?"
"Yeah, sure."
***
Liz went back to the club on Saturday, hoping to find
Jason. She felt like she needed to fix something, that
she had pried into something she shouldn't have. He
wasn't there. He wasn't there all the next week,
either. She began to worry that she had exposed his
secret, and now he was afraid to come back. Maybe he
was afraid she'd spread it around, and the other
members would treat him weird, or maybe the managers
would lick him out.
Just when she was about to inquire with the desk staff
whether he had quit, he was back. He was sitting on the
squat machine when she approached. "Hi, Jason."
"Yeah, hi."
"Can we meet when your through? There's something I
want to say." He looked at her quizzically. "Yeah,
okay. About fifteen minutes." "Sure, fifteen minutes.
Next door at the espresso bar?" "Yeah sure." He watched
her walk to the lockers, wondering what she was up to.
He did show up. They ordered ice lattes and sat down at
a corner table, away from the other patrons. "Look. I'm
sorry I treated you so weird the other day. I feel bad
about it." He was in a more relaxed mood.
"Don't worry about it."
"It's just that I get a lot of shit about it, and I
just wasn't in the mood to hear it right then."
She took a deep breath. "I wasn't going to give any
shit. But I am curious."
He looked exasperated. "Ah come on. It seems like every
time a woman finds out, it's either A] I'm scum that
participates in the degradation of women, or B] I'm
some fucking curiosity that they experiment with once.
Well I don't like it, okay?"
"I didn't mean it that way, honest. Look, when I didn't
see you at the club for a week I was afraid I
embarrassed you into quitting. When you came back, I
wanted to apologize, that's all. And for the record I
don't think you're scum."
He seemed amused. "I guess for me not being scum is
high praise. But you said you were curious."
"I meant, like how you got into it. I was wondering,
that's all."
She seemed sincere.
"So you want to hear my whole porn story, is that it?"
"Yeah. I guess that's it. I've always wondered."
He looked into her eyes intently.
She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head slightly,
as if to say, "Please?"
He decided he could trust her. "All right, but on one
condition."
"What?"
"You buy me another coffee."
***
"So here's how it started: I went to college up here,
where my parents live. I didn't know what I wanted to
do with myself, so I was an undeclared major. I hated
the dorm, so after my first semester I moved just off-
campus. I saw an add for a room in an old Victorian. It
seemed neat so I took it.
"Turns out the other four roommates were all theater
majors. I didn't know it at the time, but they tended
to hang together and take over whole houses. Three
wanted to be actors, one guy I know was gay and another
guy that probably was but didn't say. One girl was this
nymphomaniac with no talent. The other girl wanted to
direct.
"Well their director chick got to do some student one
acts at school, but otherwise the professors directed
the bug productions. So she applied to be a director at
a local community theater and got picked. She needed
someone for a bit part that no one auditioned for. She
asked me to do it, and I figured what the hell, it was
summer break and I wasn't doing anything anyway. "I had
about three lines in this weird off-off-Broadway play.
But I really liked it. I liked it enough to take some
theater classes the next fall, and eventually majored.
"I took it real seriously and started doing well. I got
the lead in a couple of major department productions.
People told me I was good. The next summer I applied
for summer stock."
"What's that?"
"It's like semi-pro theater. A company usually does two
or three plays with the same cast. The bring in a
professional director and one or two union card-
carrying professional stage actors, and then fill out
the rest of the cast with amateurs. I got cast in the
second lead in one of the plays, so I got to work
directly with a professional actor and director in the
main scenes.
"Not only that, but summer stock gets reviewed. The
main local paper gave me an excellent write up. I
figured I was on my way.
"Then I graduated. If you really want to make it as a
professional actor, you've got two choices: move to New
York if you want to work on stage, or move to L.A. if
you want to work in movies or TV. That's where all the
jobs are. Since I already lived in Northern California,
I chose L.A."
Jason was on a roll, now. It was as if he'd been dying
to tell his story all along.
"I had no idea how bad it would be. I mean, I talked to
the pro's at summer stock who told me there'd be lots
of competition, and that there's lots of wannabe actors
of every description trying to break in, but still I
had no idea. I mean first of all - you've heard this
already I'm sure - you can't get work unless you have
an agent, but you can't get an agent until you've
worked. Absolutely true. Not only can't you get one to
represent you, you can't get one to talk to you without
some credits on your resume. And they couldn't care
less about summer stock or local reviews. for them it
was like nothing.
"So I'd read the ads in the entertainment papers and go
to open auditions. I swear to god I'd respond to a call
for "young athletic white male' and there'd be 400 guys
that look exactly like me. I swear, 400. They've got no
reason other than absolute random chance ever to get a
part. Oh, you know who got all the parts?" Liz shook
her head. "Anybody 25 who could pass for 13. I swear.
They hated working with kid actors so if you were older
but looked like a kid you worked all the time.
Unfortunately for me, I look my age."
Liz rested her chin in her hands. "So what did you do?"
"What every other L.A. actor wannabe did - I waited
tables. Classic stereotype - cattle calls all day,
serve food all night. That's when I got started."
"How did it happen?"
"Usual way. I couldn't get any decent acting jobs and I
was starving as a waiter, so I signed up to do
modeling. I scraped money together to get 8 by 10's
printed and sent them to about 300 modeling agencies.
It wasn't real acting, but it was closer than food
service.
"To my surprise, a couple of agencies called back and
offered to put me in their book. Sounded good, but
nothing happened. I'd call, "Got anything?" The answer
was always No, no, no. Two months went by, I called
every day. Nothing. Finally, one day I called this
modeling agent named Al. No, he says, no jobs. But
wait, he's got this - oh no, you wouldn't want this.
"Hey, I'm starving by now so I say yes, whatever, what
it is? Well, it's modeling for a men's magazine. Pays
$200 for the day. I'm like woo-woo! $200 is more than I
make waiting tables in four days until midnight. Oh,
there's one thing, he says, its nude modeling.
"Now I thought, in a GQ ad in a tux. He meant "men's
magazine' as in gay male centerfold. No homo stuff he
says, just naked pictures. $200 for two hours. I took
it."
Liz is now transfixed on Jason's story. "Turns out it
was real easy. Weird, but easy."
"What did you have to do?"
"Get photographed in a studio wearing stupid get-ups.
Like a hard hat, ripped T-shirt, tool belt, work boots
and no pants. It was almost funny. I'm thinking,
'homo's get turned on by this?' I'm trying not to
laugh.
"What I didn't know was I just dug my own grave as far
as real acting was concerned."
"Why is that?"
"Think about it: What do a lot of actors, directors,
art directors, and fashion designers have in common?"
Liz ventured a guess. "They're gay?"
"That's right, and only a few have to buy Blue Boy or
Stud or Ramrod or whatever the hell rag I ended up in
get the word around that I worked for porn magazines,
even though my picture was simply in them. Now I
couldn't anything, anywhere. Except more man's
magazines. Then Al got me a spread in a straight men's
magazine. It was doing "simulations,' which is fake
sex. Like Hustler.
"Then it was real sex for stills, then real sex on
video. Each time the price went up. Two hundred, then
five hundred, then final a thousand a day for video. I
couldn't make that kind of money waiting tables and I
couldn't get any straight acting or modeling jobs.
"Boy, I was so stupid. Turns out that that's how almost
everything gets into porn. Actor wannabe - model- nude
model - porn."
Liz was fascinated. "I always thought it was whips and
rubber hoses."
"Nah, they don't have to do that. All it takes is a few
hundred hungry actors and actresses and some will
volunteer."
Liz looked puzzled. "So, what are you doing up here?"
"Part of my escape plan.
Porn really is a sleazy business. A lot of the guys who
run it are creeps. Lots of the actors get into drugs."
"Do they do porn to pay for drug habits?" "No, it
really goes the other way. These people start making
$1000 a day, $2000 for the girls, and it isn't anything
to blow $100 on cocaine. They seem to get into drugs,
especially coke, after their in for a while. Lots of
them talked about getting into straight films.
Some of them had been doing porn for ten years, and
still somehow they thought they could get out and into
Hollywood films. Just never happened. Not once. I
learned right after my first modeling job that it was a
one-way trip, but these people would still be
convincing themselves they could get straight roles."
"How was it your escape plan?"
"I figured if I could get away from the lifestyle when
I wasn't actually working I could save enough o go back
to school and get a regular degree. so I live up here
and fly down to L.A. when I've got jobs lined up. I do
four or five and then come back. One more year and I
can quit and go back to college full time."
"What do you want to study?"
Jason looked sheepish. "Don't laugh."
"I won't. What could you tell me that would be weirder
than what I've heard already?"
"I want to be a chemist."
"Okay, that doesn't exactly crack me up. Sounds fairly
respectable."
"That's why it seems so weird to me. But it's what I
want to do. One more year and I'm out of the bedroom
and into the lab. So, do you think I'm an idiot, or
what?"
"No. I don't think that at all."
He leaned over toward her. "Do me one favor, okay?"
"Sure."
"Don't look for any of those films. It's bad enough
that someone knows. Promise?"
"Don't worry. Not my style, anyway."
***
After that day, Jason disappeared again. Although Liz
promised, she couldn't shake the thought of being able
to se him naked, having sex. She had had brief
fantasies as she watched him work out. Now she knew she
could actually see it.
She struggled with this. She promised, and she should
keep her word. On the other hand, who would know? Other
people could see him, why not her? He was down in L.A.
right now, having sex on film for money, why get all
sanctimonious about this? She made up her mind - she
was going to.
But how? She couldn't exactly just look it up in a
video guide. There was a big video rental store near
her house, and she knew it had an adult section. It's
just that she had never rented one herself. She'd seen
a couple - she wasn't a prude - but she was nervous
about just going down there and getting one. Two
cocktails on Saturday afternoon gave her the gumption.
The adult section was only a portion walled-off by a
couple of panels so kids couldn't see in. Otherwise it
was right out in the open. She skulked over by the
opening and peeked in. A guy in there who looked like a
truck driver. No way was he going to go home and
fantasize about Liz while he watched his videos, so she
wandered around waiting for him to leave. Finally after
twenty minutes he left with a handful of cassettes. She
slipped in.
She was staring at about 200 pornographic videotape
boxes trying to think of what to do next, when she saw
them come in the front door. Shit! It's Phil from
across the street with his eight-year -old daughter.
She quickly scampered out before she could be seen and
grabbed the first box off the first shelf she saw, for
cover. "Hi, Phil!" "Oh, hi Liz. Lucy just had to see
101 Dalmatians one more time. Should have bought it -
would have saved me some money." "Isn't that the
truth!" She tried to sound casual. She knew she wasn't;
fortunately he didn't notice. "So what have you got?"
She didn't even know. She looked at the cassette in her
hand: Twelve Top Golf Tips. "Didn't know you played."
"Uh, I don't. But I was thinking about trying." "Well
have fun." They headed toward the kiddies section. "So
long, Phil." She took a deep breath, put the tape on
the nearest shelf and then got the hell out of there.
Liz came up with a better plan. She would go to an
adult book store and buy a tape. There would be no
chance of running into someone she knew, plus she
wouldn't have to bring it back. She drove downtown
where she knew some of them were. She picked the one
that looked the cleanest, "Shoppe L'Amore". the front
windows were painted white, and it had a panel just
inside the front door so passers-by couldn't see in.
"Perfect'" she thought.
Inside it was one huge room with videocassettes on
shelves covering all four walls, floor to ceiling.
There was one dumpy cashier smoking a cigarette and
reading a hot rod magazine. He didn't even look up. Two
middle-aged men stared at the tapes, each pretending no
one else existed. Perfect anonymity, she thought.
Sections along each wall had a sign above identifying
the theme: Gay, Straight, Large Ladies, Bi-Sex,
Pregnant, B&D, S&M. Men pay to watch pregnant women
have sex?
Liz figured, or at least hoped, that she needed the
Straight section. Still it was overwhelming. There must
be a thousand videos in this section alone.
She looked them over. unfortunately they tended to look
the same: Semi-nude women on the cover, some stupid
title starring the actress stage name, which was Misty
Mounds or Tina Towers or similar porno-pun. The men
weren't even mentioned. Liz picked one up. "101 Doll-
Mations, starring Busty Canyon." She hoped Phil didn't
make any mistakes. She turned it over and looked at the
back. There were six or seven thumbnail stills from the
flick:
Woman fellating man, woman on top of man, woman with
semen on face, woman grimacing. The faces of the guys
didn't even show. There were more credits: Dick Strong,
Jake Eleven, and Danny Steele. of course, Jason will
use a fake name, too.
She had no choice but to look at the back of every
cassette until she got lucky and saw Jason. Might as
well start from the end. "On Golden Shower, starring
Penelope Pines," fellatio, cunnilingus, semen on face.
"Hungry Beavers starring Melissa Mouthful.," More
fellatio, penetration, and (geez!) anal sex. This took
her back a bit. Anal sex is straight? "Orgy Party IV,
starring Kristy Slits and Monica Moisture." Oral, anal,
and (!!) double penetration.
None of this had never even had occurred to her as
possible. The girl sat on a guys dick taking it up her
ass, while another guy had his in her vagina. She
fellated a third guy at the same time. And all this was
just on the box cover. "Cum and Cum Again." More semen.
More skinny white women with teased hair and huge tits
(they looked fake). They kept their high heels on in
bed. Seemed like that would be like having sex with a
guy wearing football cleats. Actually, that sounded
kind of interesting.
Liz had been at for almost an hour, At first she was
nervous, then titillated. Now she was getting bored.
She picked up "The Postman Always Cums Twice" and
turned it over. It was him. He was having intercourse
doggy-style. The girl was in the foreground, grimacing.
Jason was behind. You could barely make out his face it
was so small, but it was definitely him. The girl's
behind covered Jason from the waste time. "Guess I'll
have to buy." The credits included Don Hosemaster,
Walter Hungly, and Ron Ringer. She didn't know who was
supposed to be him.
***
She arrived home, unwrapped the cassette and slid into
her VCR. She sat down on the couch with the remote in
hand. Pangs of guilt came back. She DID promise. But
he's probably in the middle of a threesome right now,
so why should she feel guilty? Besides, she chucks the
tape and no one will ever know. Having rationalized it
thoroughly, she pressed play.
First there were commercials for phone sex services. *I
want you to stick your big, fat cock up my ass. Call
me.* She saw more anal sex in a thirty-second
commercial than in her entire life up to that point.
*Asian girls ready to suck cock. Call now.* Guys
ejaculating on faces. Guys ejaculating on breasts. Guys
ejaculating on backs. Close-ups of penises penetrating
vaginas. Penetrating anuses. Women on top with dildo up
ass. All before the opening credits. Finally, the first
scene. An actor dressed as a mailman rings a doorbell.
It isn't Jason. A girl in negligee and high heals
answers. Why is she wearing high heels with a negligee?
*I've got a special delivery for you, ma'am*
*I bet you do. I might have a special delivery for you,
too.* *Ma'am, I need for you to sign.* *Golly, my pen's
in the bedroom. Why don't you step inside while I get
it?* Once inside, she pulls her negligee open to expose
her breasts. *I'm ready for you to deliver.* Bad rock
music started. He sucks her breasts for about three
seconds. She squats, unzips his pants, pulls his penis
out and starts fellating him. There's a cut and their
on the couch.
All of their clothes are gone. First, he sits on the
couch and she mounts him from on top. Then they switch,
and he's screwing her doggy-style. Then there's another
cut, and he's masturbating himself while she waits with
her mouth open. Finally, he starts ejaculating, getting
drops of semen on her cheek.
Scene over. Dumb dialogue, bad acting, and, frankly,
dull sex. Liz didn't get the attraction.
The next scene started much like the first one. "Screw
this - I want see Jason.' Liz hit the fast search
button, and in ultra fast motion saw two women fellate
a guy, two women perform oral sex on each other, a guy
a girl in the ass, and a girl do herself with a dildo.
Finally, she saw Jason and clicked play again. He
played a pool service man. He was dressed in tight
jeans and a work shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The
women of the house comes out to the pool in a bikini
and high heels -- what's with the fucking high heels
already? -- and strikes up some more of the same lame
dialogue.
*You're not our regular man.* Jason seems to have got
stuck with the least attractive of the actresses in the
flick. She was a tad doughy, and had those god-awful
fake long red fingernails. *No, Carlos is sick so I'm
filling in.* Unlike the others, he can act.
*Do you know all of Carlos' jobs here?*
*Sure, clean the pool, check the chlorine, clean the
sauna.* *You missed one very important JOB.* She
emphasized JOB just in case the double meaning slipped
by.
*What's that?* She unhooked her bikini top and dropped
it. *This one!* Guess what? He sucked her breasts for
three seconds, and then she squatted down, unzipped his
pants, and pulled out his penis. It was gorgeous. A
long, thin shaft tipped with a big, round knob of a
head. The girl gave him head until he was rock-hard.
The veins bulged and the head turned slightly purple.
Then there's a cut and their both naked on a lounge
chair. She's facing the camera, with Jason behind her.
She makes a face like he just entered her. He starts
thrusting, and there's a funny tinkling sound audible
over the bad rock music. Thrust - tinkle, thrust -
tinkle.
The camera angle cut to a close up behind Jason. Liz
can see his firm, muscled butt, balls gathered up in a
tight little pouch, and the shaft of his penis sliding
in and out between the girls vagina lips. Plus - she
can't believe it. Jason's scrotum is pierced - he has a
ring through his ball sack! The ring has a tiny bell
hanging from it, which tinkled as he fucked. So, Jason
is "Ron Ringer!'
He rammed the girl from behind for what seemed like
forever. Eventually he pulled out of her vagina, and
then pressed the head of his cock against her anus.
With just a little nudge, the tip popped in. He started
to ram her asshole just like before. After many more
minutes, he suddenly withdrew, the girl spun around and
sat with her mouth open and tongue out. Jason gripped
the shaft of his penis tightly, and ejaculated on her
face.
The end. Liz rewound to the beginning of the scene and
replayed it again. After two times, she shut it off.
***
The next day she went back to the club. Jason was
there, doing his intense stair climber routine with
hand weights. When he was through, Liz went up to him.
"Hi, Jason."
"Oh, hi Liz."
"What say we go for a run?"
"Yeah, sure. How far you want to go?"
Liz looked at him intently. "Your house."
"You mean that?"
"You have a shower, don't you?"
It sunk in, and Jason smiled ever so slightly. "Let me
grab my stuff in my locker." They ran the half mile to
his house. He let them in the door. He through his bag
down. They stood face to face for a moment, and then
kissed. They both tasted sweat.
Liz smiled. "Let's freshen up."
"This way."
She followed him down the hall to the master bath. She
peeled of her shirt and sports bra as she walked and
dropped them in the hall. Jason turned to see her naked
from the waste up. He pulled some towels out of the
cupboard. They quickly took the rest of their clothes
off and stepped into the shower. Jason turned the water
on. It was ice-cold at first, but he didn't care.
He turned to face her, put his hands on her hips, and
leaned over to kiss her gently. Liz put her arms around
his neck and relaxed in his long, soft kiss, her tongue
meeting his, and danced with his slowly The chilly
water ran over them as it warmed. After several
minutes, she pulled back slightly, looked into his eyes
and said, "I think I'm clean now. How about you?"
They stepped out of the shower and dried themselves
rapidly. Jason dropped his towel on the floor and took
her hand, leading her toward the bedroom. Liz dropped
hers and followed. Jason pulled the covers off
completely and tossed them in the corner of the room on
the floor. He climbed onto the bed and lay on his side.
Liz got in, and lay facing him.
At the same time Liz was dying to do this, she was
apprehensive. What if he's too rough? What if I don't
meet his expectations? What if he tries to put in my
ass?
Instead, he touched her gently, stroking and exploring
every inch of her, her side, the outside of her thigh,
her belly. Finally he touched her breast.
Liz put her free hand on his penis. It wasn't hard. She
stroked it al little, and felt it start to fill. She
kissed him while he explored her breast, first cupping,
then feeling every inch of it with his fingertips.
Liz lifted her top leg. "Touch me."
Jason released her tit and began touching the inside of
her thigh, down to her pussy, back up again. He could
feel the moisture in her pubic hair. Jason was now
quite hard. "Do you have a condom?"
"Yeah, somewhere." He pulled away and rummaged through
the nightstand drawer. No luck. "Just a sec." He jumped
out of bed and went over to the closet. He pulled out a
suitcase and opened a side pocket. Finding one, he
turned back to the bed.
Liz was sitting in the middle, legs spread. "Kneel
here," she said, patting the bed in front of her.
He crawled up and sat on his heels.
"Let me do it."
Jason handed her the foil. He was losing his erection,
so Liz leaned forward and took the tip of his penis in
her mouth. Sucking, she felt him harden again. She
slipped her free hand down his cock and under his
balls. No ring! Liz was mildly disappointed, but then
she figured he must not wear it all the time -- he
would jingle while stair climbing.
She took it out of her mouth and licked the shaft down
towards his balls. Liz was flexible, but she couldn't
turn her head around far enough to see if he had any
empty pierce holes in his scrotum. "Oh well," she
thought, "I'll have to examine more later."
Sitting up, she tore the foil open and took out the
rubber. She pinched the reservoir, placed it on the tip
of his penis and smoothly unrolled the latex down the
shaft. She released it, admired her handiwork for an
instant, and then lay back on the bed. She pulled her
knees up and smiled. "Please. Now."
Jason leaned forward on his hands. Liz reached down
with one hand, gripped his bobbing cock, and placed the
end against her vulva. Laying back with her arms
outstretched, she looked at him and whispered, "Do me."
She prepared herself to be filled. But he didn't.
Gazing intently into her eyes, Jason just nudged into
her, barely an inch.
He withdrew again until the tip of his cock was just
touching her opening again. "Jason, please." He nudged
into her an inch again, and stopped. She grabbed him
behind his neck. "Come on, Jason. PLEASE!"
"Shhhh, this is the best part." He was savoring the
experience of entering her for the first time.
"I will. Be patient."
He pushed into her another inch. Liz squirmed, trying
to thrust herself up onto his shaft.
"Please, stop teasing me." She had tears in her eyes.
"Shhhh!" He pushed in another inch. Liz put her heels
on his hips and tried to pull him in, but he was too
strong. He pulled back until again only the tip of his
cock touched her vulva. She gripped his shoulders until
her fingers dug into his flesh. Then in one long, slow
thrust he went all the way into her.
Liz let out a tiny "Oh!" Jason slowed-fucked her for
what seemed like hours. Liz grew tense. She gripped his
upper arms tightly, her eyes closed. She made a soft,
rhythmic "Oh! Oh! Oh!" which became more rapid as she
approached her orgasm. She let out a series of tiny
squeaks from her throat, her face contorted with joy.
He could feel her vagina grip the shaft of his cock
while he continued to slow-fuck her.
Liz let go, and fell on her back , breathing heavily.
Jason continued his slow-fuck for many more minutes.
Liz was shiny with sweat. Eventually he quickened his
pace, increasing the speed of his fucking, bringing Liz
to a second thrashing climax. Now it was his turn.
He started fucking her as fast as he could. The condom
dulled the sensation slightly, so he had to work doubly
hard to get himself off. Suddenly he shifted to long
thrusts, pausing for a second each time he was fully in
her as he filled the condom. He withdrew from her,
crawled off and rested on his side.
Liz put her hand on his penis again. She could feel him
soften inside the condom. She circled her thumb and
forefinger around him, and as he shrank the condom
slipped off easily into her hand. Liz rolled on her
back and studied the latex balloon, holding it up by
the open end, the reservoir dangling down.
She got an evil idea. She pinched the open end shut,
flipped it upside-down, and gripping it by the tip put
the open und between her teeth. Stretching it out like
chewing gum. She used her other hand to squeeze the
contents down between her lips, drinking it all. She
smiled and turned her head to look at Jason so he could
see her lick the semen off her lips.
He looked angry. "You saw one didn't you? I asked you
not to."
Liz was shocked. He had found her out. She instantly
felt extremely guilty for having broken her promise. In
an instant she had to decide whether to come clean. She
decided to fib instead. "Why do you say that? Just
because I can be nasty? Come on, Jason, I can be dirty
all on my own, okay?"
He looked sheepish. She had successfully brushed him
back, but it wasn't fair to make him feel bad, after
all, Liz knew she was guilty.
"Look, Jason, I admit I looked at some videos. But not
to look at you. It's been years since I'd seen one,
and, well, I just wondered what they were like now. I
shouldn't have. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to try and impress me, you know."
"I wasn't, honest. I just... I just have a dirty mind.
That's all." Jason looked away, thinking. "I was afraid
you were one of the group B girls."
"What do you mean?"
"The group A's put me down for being in movies that
exploit women. Group B's want to try me out as some
sort of experiment."
"Can I ask you a question?" Jason didn't say no. "How
many girlfriends have you had since college? Since
you've been working? I mean real girlfriends."
Jason squirmed. "Um. None, I guess."
She didn't expect that. "You've only done it with
actresses?" "Yeah, I suppose. Since high school." Liz
thought for a moment. She realized that they were both
unfair. "You know, you were really sweet in bed. I mean
that. After watching those movies I was kind of afraid
you'd be -- I don't know -- insensitive. Or, like,
automatic. But I wanted to do this because I liked you,
so I took a chance. You proved me wrong. You were
sweeter and more caring than I thought you would. Maybe
I'm dirtier and nastier than you thought. Maybe we
should just dump our stereotypes. Sound like a deal?"
Jason thought about this. She was right. "You know
what? Porn actresses really aren't that good in bed.
They fake orgasms, too."
They lay silent for a while. Jason spoke first. "So
what do we do now?"
"I'm not going to judge what you do. You told me your
life plan -- I understand. When you need to work don't
tell me. Just disappear. I won't ask. How about you?"
"Okay. And I won't make any more dumb-ass assumptions."
"Deal." Liz felt better about lying. She put her hand
on his penis.
"Time for another work out."
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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