“Yes!” Mindy panted. “That’s it. Add another finger. Get me all loosened up and then stick that cock in there.”
He added another finger, pushing and pulling them in and out, twisting them back and forth. He was extremely aroused now, well past the point of rational thought. She was actually going to let him fuck her ass! One of the few sexual acts he had always wanted to try but had never been able to (a threesome was another). It is doubtful that he would have been able to stop himself at this point even if Celia herself walked in the door.
“All right!” Mindy said. “I’m ready! Do it to me. Fuck my ass!”
He pulled his fingers out of her and stepped forward. He put the head of his erection against her anus and pushed. The going was still a little rough—it was a very tight orifice that was not designed for this particular function—but he managed, after a few strokes, to sink all the way to the hilt inside of her.
“Yes!” Mindy cried. “Fuck yes! Now fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!”
He began to push and pull within her, picking up speed with each thrust. The physical sensation was pleasant, though not as pleasant as being in a vagina, he had to admit, but the mental sensation was sublime. He was doing it! He was actually fucking a woman up the ass! And not just any woman, but Mindy Snow! The woman he had (truth be told) lusted over ever since they first started working on Us and Them together, ever since he had found out that she had a crush on him. And, yes, he was betraying his wife, committing adultery (although, that little head part of him pondered, was it really adultery? There weren’t actually having intercourse in the traditional sense of the word, both yesterday and today) and would have to figure out what that meant later, but right now, the guilt and the sense of betrayal were actually enhancing the experience, making it better.
“Spank my ass while you fuck it!” Mindy demanded.
This just gets better and better, he thought, feeling another surge of lust going through him. He had never spanked Celia before, had never even tried, assuming she would get angry if he did so, would maybe even hit him back. He began to slap at Mindy’s pulsing butt cheeks, hitting first one and then the other.
“That’s weak!” Mindy told him contemptuously. “Fuckin’ spank me, you asshole! I’m a bad girl! A filthy girl! Make it hurt! Make it leave marks!”
He began to hit her harder, so her ass cheeks turned red in the shape of overlapping hand marks.
“Yes!” she cried with each hit. “That’s it! That’s fucking it!”
He did not last very long under these conditions. When Mindy put the fingers of her left hand between her legs and started to play with her clitoris, he lost control of himself. He began to pound in and out of her brutally, his hands now gripping her hips so he could pull her harder against him.
“Yes!” she cried, feeling him tense against her. “That’s it! Come in me! Come in my ass!”
He came in her ass, blasting out another pent-up load that had accumulated from a night of teasing and flirtation and guilt. Mindy moaned out in pleasure as she felt the outpouring into her bowels.
When the last spasm faded away, Greg pulled his rapidly deflating member out of her body. It was covered in a film of brown tinted whiteness with a few drops of blood mixed in. A similar appearing drool drizzled out of Mindy’s anus right behind it.
“Yes,” Mindy whispered, standing up and letting her dress fall back down around her legs. “Nothing like a good tap in the ass.” She leaned forward and gave Greg a long, lingering kiss on the lips, the tip of her tongue just reaching out to touch his.
Greg, still standing there with his pants and underwear down, afraid to touch his own penis because of the mess, enjoyed the kiss, enjoyed the aftermath of what he had just done, but started to feel the guilt worming its way back in.
“That was fab,” Mindy told him. “Did you like it?”
“Yes,” he said honestly. “It was quite enjoyable.”
“Quite enjoyable, huh?” she asked with a smirk. “You really know how to sweet talk a girl.”
“Uh ... sorry,” he said. He looked down at himself. “Listen ... uh ... I think I’d better go ... you know ... clean up a bit.”
“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “It looks like Little Greggie could use a bath all right. And I need to get back to my suite and ... well ... you can probably figure out what a girl has to do after a good ass fuck.”
It took him a moment, but he quickly picked up what she was laying down. “Oh ... right. Well ... I guess you know the way out?”
“I guess I do,” she said, turning to the door. “Goodnight, Greggie. It was fun.”
“Yeah. Goodnight, Mindy.”
She opened the door and looked back over her shoulder. “Maybe we’ll find some other kind of fun to have tomorrow night in New Orleans.”
Without waiting for a reply, she stepped out into the hall and closed the door. Greg stood there for a moment, wondering again how he had let things go this far. He looked at the phone on the desk for a long time, knowing that it was only 9:30 in Los Angeles. Celia would still be awake.
He made no move to the phone. Instead, he stepped out of his pants and underwear (having to fight a bit to get them off over his shoes) and then walked to the bathroom. He really needed to wash his hands and take a shower.
They flew to Baltimore just before noon the next day. There was no actual premier to attend. Instead, Greg, Mindy, Fletch and Lancing appeared on two of the Baltimore area entertainment shows, giving interviews and watching clips of the film. They boarded the plane again at 5:00 PM that same afternoon and flew for two and a half hours to New Orleans, where they checked into a hotel in the French quarter.
That night, Mindy came to Greg’s room wearing one of the hotel robes. She had nothing on underneath it. Greg put up a resistance but, by this point, he had already committed two nights of sins with Mindy and it was only a token one. Mindy, playing on another weakness she had managed to discern, seduced him by being the aggressor in the encounter. She threw him down on the bed in the suite, ripping his pants open and taking him into her mouth until she knew that no more resistance would be offered. She then slid up his body and pulled his face to her breasts, moving his head from one to the other, telling him to suck and bite her nipples until they bled. Once that was accomplished, she mounted him, sinking down on him and fucking him aggressively, giving herself two orgasms before he lost control and the machinery of orgasm began to take over.
“I’m ... I’m ... going to come,” he panted at her, his hands squeezing her beautiful breasts as she continued to raise and lower herself atop him.
“I know!” she panted back. “Shoot it in me! Come in my pussy!”
“But ... but ... is it safe?” he managed to squeak out.
“Yes, of course it’s safe!” she said, redoubling her efforts. “Now do it! Come in me!”
He came in her.
She left his room and returned to her own before the sweat was even dry on his body.
They spent the day in New Orleans, making multiple appearances at morning shows, afternoon shows, and signing autographs at a local video rental establishment. The entire group had dinner on Bourbon Street and then headed to the airport for their flight home. The airplane lifted off at 6:07 PM and headed east for the five-and-a-half-hour flight back to Los Angeles.
Mindy sat next to Greg again. She kept mostly quiet as they climbed out and settled into their flight path. He was drinking a glass of cognac and lost in a maze of tumultuous emotions. He wondered if anyone else in their party had any idea what he and Mindy had been up to? There was no reason to think they did, but there was also no reason to think they did not.