Pool Party
I admit to having a fascination with male sex organs. I think looking at and playing with them turns me on as much, if not more than a guy playing with mine. It began when I was a young girl. Like many girls I was fascinated by horses. I had several toy horses. One was a rearing stallion complete with male parts. It fascinated me. Once I got a video from the library about raising horses that contained a brief section showing a woman preparing a male horse to impregnate a female. She soaped up the male's huge member and allowed it to mount the female. I watched it repeatedly, watching her soap up that thing that looked larger than I was and then amazed at how it disappeared inside the female. It seems kind of perverse to me now but for years I said that I wanted to work on a horse farm when I grew up. What I wanted, but never really said, was to be that girl soaping up horses' penises.
I also invited a few neighbor boys to play, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," but was always disappointed in the small size and the fact that they seldom seemed hard enough to penetrate a girl. In high school I felt my date's penises enlarge when they held me close. Then I watched a friend's father's porn tapes with a group of girls when we were supposed to be doing homework. I saw how big and hard guys' penises could get and watched them penetrate women who writhed in pleasure. I wanted that myself and went along gladly when the girls decided to invite boys over for sex.
I discovered that very few boys had penises to match the guys in the porn videos but reveled in the variations in size and shape, testicles and pubic hair as well as penises. I had many penises inside me including both a huge penis and a small penis and I liked them all.
I was reminiscing about this as I lay in a chaise under an umbrella at the Daniels' Mansion. Kaitlyn Daniels, my best friend since high school, was "working her way up" in her father's PR firm. I say "working her way up" since it seemed to be a foregone conclusion that he expected her to be a partner with him and take over the firm. She had started as a receptionist about a year ago and was moved to a variety of different jobs over the year. As the summer began, she was responsible for setting up small events for clients to meet and greet.
Somehow she got her father to agree to hold weekly parties at his mansion every Friday evening. She invited some of the actors who were firm clients and also producers and casting directors. The firm specialized in B or C list personnel. You know, the ones you recognize as having been in one film or another but whose name you don't remember. And there were a few of the previously well know who were now relegated to cameos and appearances on TV game shows or reality shows.
The producers and directors at the parties were all independents with lists of films I had never heard of who were looking for talent.
Kaitlyn was nice enough to invite me and told me that she was continuing the policy Corey and I had started that clothing was optional in the mansion pool. "It really gets out the indy directors," she said. "Especially if I can get good looking talent on display."
I passed on the first couple of weeks but then attended one of the parties. I found that more than looking was going on. Kaitlyn had a half dozen large cabanas off to one side. I peeked in and each had a mattress inside. "No public fucking," she told me. "And I make it clear that couples are to use the cabanas only with mutual consent." She also pointed out the bowls of condoms by each bed, "I got the idea from the swingers parties I went to."
"Casting couches," I said, slightly disgusted about it.
"I suppose," she admitted. "But I always tell the talent not to assume that they are likely to get a part just because a producer beds them. And I think most of the use is talent on talent activity."
I didn't really feel like part of the group and so just lay on a chaise and watched the show. There was a wide variety of penises on display.
The Director
I was admiring a particularily long penis with large testicles attached to a hard body when a short, overweight guy, maybe 40, with a short, fat penis, and hairy balls came over and interrupted my inspection, "With your hair and body you could be a sensation."
I barely had time to respond and he introduced himself with a name I don't remember and rattled off a list of movies he had directed, none of which I had ever heard of. Then he dropped the name of some actress I had also never heard of and claimed to have made her a star, telling me about the three or four major movies she had appeared in. At least I recognized the names of those movies but had no idea what parts this "star" had played in them.
"Come on over to the cabanas. We can talk about your career," he ended.
"
I'll bet
he wants to talk
," I thought and said, "My career is doing just fine. I'm not interested in being in the movies."
"Oh?" he responded, and what are you interested in?"
"Opera," I said. Not a lie, but definitely misleading.
"Oh," he responded. I watched the wheels turning in his brain until he came up with a line, "I'm thinking about a musical, maybe you would be interested."
"I don't think so," meaning both that I wouldn't be interested and that I didn't think he really planned a musical.
He was ready with the response, "If you would be interested we could discuss which operas might work well on film."
"I think I'll stick with the stage," I fibbed and attempted to return my attention to the hard body with the big package -- where had he gotten to?
The "producer" continued to mumble lines but when I failed to respond he gave up and moved on to another prospect. Unable to locate the hard body I watched as he managed to get a big breasted, small hipped blonde into a cabana. She was there for less than five minutes and came storming out. He emerged with a hand held against a reddening cheek. I laughed to myself.
"
Now where is that package attached to the hard body?
" I wondered again, looking around.
A shadow fell over me, "Hi, mind if I sit here?"
Wyatt
"
Now what
?
" I thought looking over. There were five or six inches of semi-hard cock above a large dangling set of balls. My eyes moved up to six-pack abs and then to a fabulous chest. The 'hard body' was standing there. His face was a chiseled matinee idol face, unshaven -- more accurately an intentional, well maintained, three or four day beard, unkempt hair falling over his ears and casually brushed back from steel blue eyes. "
I've seen that face before,
" I thought and then realized faces like it stared out from most of the paperback romance covers.
He broke the silence again, "Maybe I could refill your drink. What are you having?"
"Oh. Sure." I said. "Orange and Pineapple Juice."
"No alcohol!" I shouted at his back as he picked up my glass and moved to the bar. "
He spends time on his 'glutes' too
," I thought, watching his his rock hard buttocks ripple as he walked.
"Here you are," he said, returning, "I added a bit of vodka, I think it adds to the flavor. I'll get another if you don't want it."
"That's okay," I responded thinking it as a bit rude of him to do it. I took a sip and the warmth and very slight salt-sour taste of the vodka did add to the flavor.
"I'm Wyatt," he said, "You just sitting here?"
"Susie," I answered. "I'm watching the guys."
