The Process of Illumination

Date: 01.07.2007

Keywords: Illumination, Process, of, The,

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That night, each actress, and most of the rest of the troupe's female members spent some alone time masturbating to the image of the black Adonis who had just been introduced as their new Ben Quick.

WAS SHE ACTUALLY FUCKING HIM?

Three men and five women, not including Danny, Bruce, and Bobbi were in the barn/theater as Edith and Lance rehearsed their love scene. Some were working on scenery or props, some on other activities like lighting or tailoring.

In private sessions Edith had worked naked with Colin, but this was the first time her nudity might be witnessed by her friends or spouse. Rumors swirled that the sex wasn't being simulated during those sessions but everyone, including Danny pretended not to have heard them.

When Edith was heard moaning loudly, everybody's attention focused on the couple on the bed.

'Damn,' thought Bobbi 'he's fucking her right in front of all of us. And she's letting him! What must Danny be thinking?'

"Cut!" cried Colin. "Edith luv, what's wrong with you? You missed your cue!"

"Fuck," grumbled Lance. "Colin, I need a break."

With that, the black idol threw back the bedcovers and walked naked to his robe. The women gasped and the men looked away for fear they'd be struck gay.

A glistening ebony phallus jutted horizontally eleven inches beyond his abdomen. Not a single female eye left that hard, fat, organ until forced to do so by the closing of Lance's robe.

"Was she actually fucking him?" one of the men asked out loud.

LET'S SEE HOW FAST I CAN GET YOU OFF

Finally, it was Bobbi's turn to rehearse with Lance. Again, Colin began with private sessions. After what Bruce had witnessed Lance do with Edith, he was nervous to say the least.

Everything seemed to grind along agonizingly slowly until that magic moment Bobbi both dreaded and desired. Lance was in his white robe. Bobbi was unsure if he wore trunks beneath it.

At last, Colin placed her on her knees next to the bed, her back to the empty seats where one day soon would sit an audience. Lance would arise with Bobbi's body protecting his nudity from the audience.

With Colin in the theater seats, Lance practiced getting off the bed until Colin was sure no offending phallic images would reach consenting adults.

Still seated, Colin told Lance to drop the robe. Bobbi's heart was in her throat and excitement had already soaked into her stocking tops.

Off came the robe dropping onto the bed. Eight inches of flaccid, jet-black tube was just inches from her face. Never had she seen a male organ of such beauty. Not even the fabulous Johnny Keys possessed such a cock.

"Bobbi, did you hear me?" Colin asked from his seat.

"Huh?"

"I said start bobbing you head. Start simulating giving Lance a blowjob."

"What should I do with my hands?"

"What would you normally do with them?"

"I guess I'd put one of them on the cock. In this case, probably both of them," Bobbi said blushingly. She looked up and saw Lance smile so she tried to smile back.

"We'll work that out later. For now, let's just try to get the rhythm right. Lance, I want you to counter thrust."

"Same thing goes for my hands, boss," Lance stated. "I'd probably put one or both on her head. Plus I think it would help our rhythm."

"I agree with Lance," Bobbi continued. "I think if he holds my head he can lead, kind of like dancing."

"OK, Lance put one hand on her head."

The pair began a series of counter undulations where Bobbi would move her head toward Lance's penis and he would thrust his hips toward her mouth, followed by a reverse of her head and his hips.

"Timing looks good, but the distance seems artificial. Can you move closer to her, Lance?"

Lance took half a step forward and resumed thrusting. He guided Bobbi's head with his right hand. They were so close now the swinging caused by Lance's movements would cause his penis to graze against Bobbi's lips on each inward thrust. She was sorely tempted to just open her mouth and grab it.

"It feels really natural," said Lance continuing to slap his cock head against the lips of a woman old enough to be his mother. "I'm worried about my cock, though."

"What do you mean?" Colin asked. Lance ceased his in and out movements but kept his hand on Bobbi's head.

"It's OK now cause I'm soft, but in the scene I'm in bed with a hard-on after fucking Nora. There's no guarantee it's going to go down for this blowjob. What if I'm still hard? How will that look?"

"Only one way to find out. You OK with that luv?" Colin asked.

Bobbi couldn't speak. The thought of seeing Lance's huge dick hard and up close had taken her breath away. She nodded.

Lance took his right hand off her head and began masturbating. Almost by instinct, he reached out his left hand to maintain contact with Bobbi's head.

Oh how she wished Colin had instructed her to get Lance hard. Her pussy ached at the thought of touching that cock.

In less than a minute, Lance was erect. Bobbi just stared. Then he began undulating again while guiding her head. His cock reached right over Bobbi's shoulder, and he let it rest there.

"See," he told Colin, "there's just not enough room between us if I've got a hard-on. It's got to go somewhere."

"No kidding," Colin wisecracked. "What if it is actually in her mouth? How much room will that buy us?"

"Would you mind?" Lance asked Bobbi looking down into her upturned eyes.

The hefty feel of his cock on her shoulder was causing poor Bobbi's insides to literally dissolve down her thighs.

"Should I open my mouth?" was all she could think to say.

"Yes, dear," Lance assured her as he pulled his erection off her shoulder and aimed it at her lips.

Sliding his weapon into her mouth, Lance immediately began the rhythmic thrustings at the pace he'd established earlier.

All thoughts of Bruce had long since left Bobbi's mind as she delighted in the mouth fucking the gorgeous black man was giving her. She was transported back to the California porn sets of her youth. She sucked greedily even though an enjoyment of delivering a blowjob was not part of this test for proper positioning.

"OK," Colin said joining the pair on stage. Lance halted his movements and extracted his cock. Bobbi glanced at Colin and could see that he'd watched as his friend sawed his dick in and out of her mouth.

"What do you think, Bobbi? If Lance is still hard when he stands in front of you, will you be OK if we don't do a simulation?"

"You mean you actually want me sucking his dick in front of a live audience?"

"It's not what I want, it's what the scene demands. The movements when Lance had his cock in your mouth looked fantastic from the seats. The audience will go wild when they see it. What about Bruce? I mean you're not going to be able to hide what you're doing if he's watching at rehearsals."

"Let me worry about Bruce," Bobbi stated in a tone only available to beautiful, older women whose husbands' are wrapped around little fingers.

She was still on her knees hoping that somehow Colin would order the oral sex to continue, preferably to completion.

"What if he's not hard, though?"

The question just popped into her mind and out her mouth. She was instantly angry with herself for voicing this concern. It would spoil everything if Colin now used that possibility to reconsider and withdraw his demand that the sex not be simulated.

"I'm sure you can find a way to cure that problem, can't you?" Colin asked smiling smugly.

"What about duration?" Lance asked bringing everyone back to the reality at hand. "How long should we keep up the movements?"

"How long does a blowjob normally last?" Colin asked throwing the question back to his two stars.

"I don't know, sometimes ten minutes, sometimes five. Depends on the guy and the circumstances I think," Bobbi answered.

"No way it can last ten minutes. The audience wouldn't stand for that. Even five is too long. Lance, what's the quickest you can shoot? Don't forget, you'll have been all warmed up by Edith."

For the first time Bobbi realized she'd be sucking her best friend's juices off Lance's cock, if what she'd seen at rehearsal earlier were true.

"Dunno," Lance answered, "I usually try to hold off a bit to enjoy myself more...and let the lady have a little fun."

Pulling out his ubiquitous stop watch that he used from timing everything from set changes to cast coffee breaks, Colin stood ready to find out just what this man and these circumstances translated into, time-wise.

"You want me to suck him off?" Bobbi asked not believing her luck.

"That's right. Be as quick as you can. Lance, let me know the minute you start coming. In fact, let's just change the script right now. You have a new line, 'I'm coming.' Bobbi, you're going to have to swallow. I don't want any spunk on the set. That stuff is slippery. We don't need any accidents."

"Can I use my hands this time?" Bobbi inquired.

"Do whatever you'd normally do."

Bobbi looked up into Lance's eyes. "Let's see how fast I can get you off."

She grabbed his still hard cock with both hands and brought it to her mouth. Colin started the watch as soon as the head passed between her lips. Lance held her head with both hands and began rocking his hips back and forth. Bobbi jerked him off in counter rhythm to her sucking.

Even though she was concentrating on her technique, doing her level best to provide her young paramour with maximum pleasure, the blowjob was having a profound affect on her pussy and an even greater flow of juice flooded down her legs. Just when she thought she'd come from the sheer pleasure of sucking that sweet dick, Lance delivered his new line.
Bobbi didn't notice Colin click his watch. She was too busy swallowing as Lance shot his load directly into the back of her throat.

When at last the juice flow from his cock slit ceased, Bobbi slumped at his feet. Lance too flopped onto the bed, breathing heavily.