Deceptions Ch. 02

"Jen, you're a lot more stacked than Pattie Boyd was, you know. The real Layla was sexy and cute, but she wasn't built like a total sex goddess, the way you are," Katherine grinned one day before rehearsal, then she giggled, saying the critics would probably be willing to overlook that fact in my case.

I love working with Katherine. She's just so great to be around. Right off the bat she became like a big sister to me, and my new best friend. I think she likes me, too. I mean shelikes me. The way she sometimes looks at me, I can tell.

I don't mind. Actually, I love it.

One evening Katherine took Dirk and me aside to go over the script.

Wow. I mean...wow. There was certainly a lot of nudity, that's for sure. I was to be completely topless for three scenes, and in another we were supposed to trade off giving each other oral sex! There was also one where we climb into bed together and fuck, and not just missionary either. They wanted us to do it in a couple of positions, including having me on top, riding him like crazy.

Katherine explained that for some scenes the lighting would be really dim, or almost completely dark. Either that, or we'd be covered by the bed sheets. Or both. She said the lighting would be super important during this one scene that had us ending up in a "sixty-nine."

I didn't want to tell Katherine, but I didn't even know what that meant. After sneaking a peek at the blocking notes in the script, though, I soon figured it out!

Jesus! I hadn't even done that yet in real life!

"This is all supposed to be faked?" asked Dirk, clearly dubious as to how we could possibly fake some of this stuff without looking totally lame.

"Yep," she said. "Actors perform simulated sex scenes every day, even in live theater. Most of the time, they're simply covered with a sheet or whatever. When that's not possible, it's usually just a matter of lighting and positioning. The point is to make it look like they're really doing it, without showing the audience too much."

She explained that some of the scenes required Dirk to be fully nude, although he probably wouldn't be facing the audience then. She was still debating that one. She added that even though I would be topless, and the audience would see my bare breasts, I would always at least be wearing panties.

Okay, I was prepared for that. I knew there would be partial nudity, and for a woman that usually means going topless, but I was pretty shocked that Dirk would be totally naked.

One of the first scenes she had us rehearse was an argument that ends with the two of us flinging ourselves into each other's arms for a long, hot kiss. She wanted to see how convincing we looked together. "Okay, that was great. Now let's do it again. Make it real," she kept saying, almost like a mantra.

She always wants us to be more convincing. Above all else, that's her biggest concern. No matter what we do, her comments follow that same theme. "Dirk, that's not how you would do it to her in real life, is it? Do it the way you'd really do it!" Or her favorite one: "Jen, you want this man like crazy, but you're conflicted. Show it. Show him. Show the audience. Show us how desperately you want him!"

'Now isn't that ironic?' I thought, smiling to myself.

She's always so wildly supportive, constantly saying things like, "Jen, I know you can do it! This is a piece of cake for an actress like you!"

She is just totally awesome. Not only does she always make me feel like Ican do it, she absolutely makes mewant to do it. She shows so much confidence in me, I never want to disappoint her.

Telling J.T. and Ray about the script and the first rehearsal was...interesting. Ray couldn't believe I was going to be giving a "blowjob" on stage. He thought it was the coolest thing ever, especially once I told him that Dirk would be returning the favor by going down on me. Slobbering like an excited basset hound, he begged me to sneak him into the next rehearsal. He was only half kidding, and I think the half that was kidding was only kidding. J.T. actually grunted when he found out that Dirk would be fully nude with me, at least for one long sex scene.

He asked, "If you're always supposed to keep your panties on, why does he have to be naked?"

"Maybe Katherine just wants to see his big dick!" laughed Ray, which made me laugh too. Even J.T. couldn't help but snerk over that one.

"I don't really know," I said to J.T. "All I know is she thinks it's important for believability, which is always her big thing. She said it would mainly be important for the sixty-nine scene. Or maybe it was the morning sex scene? I'm not sure, actually."

"You're gonna do a sixty-nine scene?!" exclaimed J.T. "Do you even know what that is?"

Since Ray was listening, I was going to lie, but I decided not to.

"No, I didn't, not at first," I admitted, blushing. "Then I read the script some more, and it was pretty easy to figure out."

"You always were a smart girl," Ray quipped.

J.T. had a pained expression, as if to complain,"But we haven't even done a sixty-nine yet!"

Giving them a silly grin, I shrugged. I mean, what could I say?

What I did manage to offer was that it was only acting. It wasn't as if it would be real.

J.T. finally blurted out, "Why is all this crazy sex stuff necessary anyway? I thought it was supposed to be a musical, with some occasional nudity and a little pretend-fucking beneath the sheets."

I told him what I knew. "They want something exciting and different; something that will scandalize an audience and create a stir. They say this hasn't been done before; this story, told this explicitly. They think it brings these people down to earth, these gods, Eric Clapton and George Harrison. Rather than be so polite about it, the way people always are when they approach these kinds of subjects, the writer and the producers and Katherine all agree that by showing the real human element of the lust between Clapton and Layla it will make the story much more believable. They also figure it will be a whole lot more exciting for the audience. They're banking on the Perv Factor to help put 'butts in the seats,' as they put it. Anything to get more publicity, really."

~ ~ ~

Before the next rehearsal, Katherine took Dirk and me aside again. "Okay, let's start getting you two used to being with each other without any clothes on. We're going to have to do it eventually, and I want you guys to look natural when you're together. You need to be able to move around on stage without looking like you're terrified of being seen naked, either by each other or especially the audience."

The first thing she had us do was go to our dressing rooms and change. She wanted me in nothing but panties and a little silk robe, while Dirk was to slip into a pair of matching silk pajama bottoms.

When we came back out, she cleared the stage except for one lighting guy.

"Ignore him. Get used to ignoring him, and everyone else too. It's just you two, always," Katherine said.

She had us recite our lines to a scene that comes to a climax when I cry out to Dirk, "You know I love you, but we just...can't!" This was to be followed by Dirk pulling me in for a smothering kiss, silencing my protests. That's exactly what he did, and he sure dove in with gusto! While crushing our lips together, he held me close, forcing my breasts against his chest. Our kiss was only supposed to last about ten seconds, but Katherine must have lost track of the time because she let us go on for what seemed like forever!

When we finally broke the kiss, she smiled with a look of obvious satisfaction. "That was good. Give me more."

He kissed me again, and this time I felt his tongue trying to slip between my lips. When I tentatively parted them, he slid right in; from there I couldn't help myself. Opening all the way, I moaned into his mouth, then we simply started tongue-lashing each other. As we were kissing, I could feel his huge dick pushing into me. He moved his hands down to my barely covered bottom, pulling me against his cock. I pressed my breasts to his bare chest, and we basically just made out in front of Katherine.

It wasn't long before his hands slid beneath my robe and directly onto my ass, then he began squeezing my bottom and grinding his hard cock right into my pussy. Finally Katherine said, "Okay, stop. That was excellent. That's what I want. Always, guys, exactly like that. Jen, that was perfect. At first you were a little hesitant, then you gave your mouth to him, and your body totally softened. Dirk, you couldn't help yourself. You just want to devour her! Again...perfect! You two look gorgeous together!"

I was fucking flying. That was so hot!

I only wish she hadn't stopped us. I absolutely loved when Dirk slid his hands onto my ass. Katherine didn't even tell him to do it, which made it that much hotter. It was like making out at a drive-in movie, with my best friend watching from the front seat.

God, it was so sexy. My pussy was screaming.

As soon as Katherine had us stop, her eyes and mine immediately locked onto Dirk's enormous erection, which was making just a crazy tent in his silk pajamas. He tried to turn away from us to hide it, and Katherine laughed, "Awesome! You two are so awesome together! That's the kind of passion I want! See what you did to him, Jen?"

Oh, yeah, I sure saw. I felt, too.

When we went to change back into our normal clothes, Dirk came to my dressing room. He was still wearing his pajamas, and I was sitting at the vanity in my little robe. I couldn't help it; I had to check out his cock again. Although he wasn't fully erect anymore, he was definitely at least semi-hard, which I could clearly see in his skimpy pajamas. As I watched his long, thick shaft bob and sway beneath the thin silk, the circumcised head looking like a ripe apple just waiting to be plucked from the tree, my mouth watered. I think I even bit my lip.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Dirk said, following my gaze down to his rising erection. "I know this isn't professional. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get like that out there. I couldn't help it."

I was actually touched by his seeming sincerity. Either that or I was touched in the head, blind to his bullshit.

"It's perfectly okay, Dirk. Katherine told me to expect it. She said it happens all the time, and it's just part of the job. Anyway," I grinned, never taking my eyes off of his jutting bulge, "who said I mind?"

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Dirk, why would I? You're a great-looking guy, and isn't it usually considered flattering to a girl when a man reacts to her that way? I mean, come on, we were pressing together and totally making out, and our hands were all over each other. I think I'd mind a lot more if youdidn't get hard for me. Besides, Katherine said she loved it. That's what counts, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he grinned, appearing to regain a bit of his usual spark.

Although I enjoyed his moment of humility, what I really like about Dirk is his sexy confidence; that, and his cock. I already knew that I liked his spectacular cock a whole lot. Still, it was great to see his playfulness return.

"Now, if you wouldn't mind..." I said, slowly untying my robe, giving him his cue to leave.

He smiled, obviously reluctant to go.

Turning my back to him as I slipped the wispy silk from my bare shoulders, I watched him in the mirror. When our eyes met, I grinned. "Scoot. Don't be so impatient. You're going to have plenty of opportunities to see me naked."

His cock rose majestically in his pajamas, and he continued to smile.

Damn. If he hadn't left my dressing room then, I would have let him take me right there.

~ ~ ~

"That had to be the funnest thing ever!" I gushed, writing my girlfriend Steph an e-mail that night. She honestly couldn't believe all the things that had happened with me in the past few weeks. As I sat at the computer in J.T.'s room while he and Ray watched TV only five feet away, all I had on was a pair of really tiny panties. My going topless around the boys was an amazing thing to Steph, yet anymore I didn't even think about it.

I had learned there was a fine line regarding what I should tell the guys about my rehearsals, and, maybe more importantly, when I should tell them. Sometimes J.T. would seem to become agitated; other times he'd just turn super horny. I liked it a lot better when he would get horny, yet I had to be careful with it because we'd progressed to the point that he was openly fondling me right in front of Ray. At first I was reluctant to let him do that, but then he'd say, "Baby, you're going to have hundreds of people watching you make out and have sex every night. You'll be constantly groped, licked, and fucked in front of everyone you know, so why worry aboutthis?"

When I eventually had to admit he was right, it was like I'd declared open season on my body. I would tell him that Dirk squeezed my bare ass or whatever, and if Ray wasn't there he'd go into a frenzy, fucking me like a maniac! Soon enough I was letting Ray watch J.T. finger my pussy and play with my breasts while I told them about that night's rehearsal. The guys always begged me to take off all my clothes for "story time," until it became this hella fun game where they would wait to see whether I'd stay partially dressed or get completely naked the moment I walked through the door. If I stripped nude, they knew I was going to have something really juicy for their listening pleasure.

J.T. would always want to fuck me while I recounted the sexiest parts of my day for them, and finally one night I let him. After coming 'home' and immediately getting naked, I was describing how Katherine kept putting her hands on my ass during one of the make-out scenes. She was positioning me at different angles to the audience, trying to come up with the best way to hide Dirk's gigantic erection. At least that's what she said, but everyone laughed when a stagehand shouted, "Katherine, we all know you're just using this as an excuse to grab Jen's ass!"

Katherine laughed too, calling out, "Yeah? So? You're just jealous!" Grinning, she gave me an affectionate pat on the bottom. "They always have to spoil my fun," she whispered.

J.T. was finger-fucking me the entire time I was telling the story, and Ray was hanging on my every word. I have to say, I loved the way he was totally dying over me. He seemed spellbound, just staring at my breasts and pussy; it was like he couldn't decide where to look. Eventually J.T. and I went ahead and slid under the covers, and J.T. took off his shorts. I was on my stomach, my head cradled in my arms, with my horndog boyfriend stretched out on top of me. Since I wasn't saying no, he immediately drove his cock straight into my pussy. God, he was so turned on; his dick had never felt that rock solid before. Without any buildup, his hips started bombing away at my bouncing ass. He was fucking me hard and fast; we were making no effort to hide what we were doing. Although Ray couldn't see the actual penetrations, he certainly heard the rhythmic sounds of our bodies slapping together, and J.T.'s butt moving up and down beneath the sheets had to be more than obvious.

The whole time we were fucking I was writhing on the bed while pouring on the hot, breathy sex talk, trying to drive them both completely out of their minds. "Mmmm, yes, fuck your little slut's wet pussy...make me come on your hard cock..." I moaned, throwing off the sheet so Ray could watch me take my pounding doggie-style even as I continued to pant vivid descriptions of Dirk absolutely molesting my aching tits and bare ass only a couple of hours earlier.

'So, here I am,' I grinned to myself, turning my body to give Ray a clear view of my raised ass being split again and again by J.T.'s driving length.'I have one guy's cock buried deep inside me, another guy with a huge hard-on is watching us fuck, and they're both getting off on hearing about a third cock that was pushing into my pussy all night!'

It was just crazy.

Making it even crazier, Ray began openly beating off. Although he kept himself covered by his sheet, he was obviously spanking away. Eventually he shot me this awesome look of desperation, as if to say,"I can't help it!"

J.T. continued fucking me, and I smiled to Ray, nodding to him that it was okay. "Keep going..." I mouthed. When his arm started jerking faster, I grinned my approval.

After letting loose with a killer groan as he finally shot his cum inside me, J.T. collapsed onto my back. Rolling away, he curled up against my side. I turned toward Ray, who was stroking himself a little more slowly. He kept staring, his expression pleading.

"I'll be back in a bit," I whispered to J.T.

Naked, with a pussy dripping fresh cum, I moved over to Ray. Kneeling by his bed, I gave him a warm smile while taking a handful of covers. "May I?" I asked softly.

Lust fought with terror in his eyes, and I guess lust must have won. He nodded, giving me the okay.

I pulled back the covers, and there was his hard cock in his hand. It was about the same length as J.T.'s, but a lot thicker. The veins were just intense, they were bulging so much. After removing his hand from his throbbing dick to place it gently on my breast, I took his warm cock into my mouth. My plan was to give him the best blowjob ever, and I started going down on him. The thing is, I didn't even complete one up-and-down sucking motion before he erupted on my tongue while crying out, "Fuuuuck, Jen!"

Although I tried to keep up and swallow each blast, there was so much cum that some of it spilled from the corners of my lips. I kept sucking, thoroughly cleaning every inch of his thick shaft; also, since he came before I could even get the whole thing inside, I still wanted to take the rest of it. One good thing was that he seemed to relax a little once his orgasm was done. I could tell, because it no longer felt like he was trying to rip my nipple off! My intent was simply to enjoy having his entire cock in my mouth, yet it soon became apparent that he wasn't softening like J.T. always does after I swallow his cum.

Nope. Ray stayed hard as steel.

Taking the whole thing down, I went seriously crazy on it; licking it, sucking it, nibbling on it, swallowing it deep into my throat. I wanted to make sure that no matter what, he would always remember the first time I really sucked his dick.

Finally, after giving him a good, long, wet, proper blowjob, I pulled away. "Hope you don't mind sloppy seconds, but I still haven't come yet..." I grinned, sliding my way up his body. His expression was one of stunned disbelief when I straddled his hips before placing his amazingly hard cock at the entrance to my dripping cunt.

Yes, I was thinking of it as my cunt, not merely my pussy, and my cunt wanted fucking. My cunt hungered for another huge load of cum, just like the one that same cock had rocketed into my tummy.

Most of all, my cunt just wanted to come from the pounding of a wickedly hard erection.

Spreading my soft pink lips, I eased myself down onto what was only the second cock ever to go inside me.

"Fuck me, Ray. Come inside me again, the way you came in my mouth," I moaned. Taking his hands, I set them on my bare ass and had him spread it open as I drove up and down. Soon enough he got the gist of what I wanted, which was for him to hold me by my bottom and wildly toss me around on his thrusting cock. When his fingers began to slide into my crack, toward my tight little asshole, I couldn't help but arch my back for him. Moaning even more hotly, I hissed, "Yes...do it...put your fingers in my ass. Fuck me there, too...mmmm...while your big cock fucks my pussy...."

He hesitantly began to explore my ass, so I reached back and guided his thick middle finger directly into my tiny star while lowering my breast to his mouth. When he bit my nipple, I exploded in a huge cum before crashing against him.