Blunder Broad- Blundie goes Gollywood

E.N.Cuire

Blunder Broad didn't like the latest developements and was truly upset that the Mayor had ordered her out of the City under penalty of arrest and incarceration should she refuse.

"Mayor. These threats dont scare *me*... *I* am, after all, Blundah Broad and a Superheroine... My life has been threatened before... *I* have never run from threats before..."

"This isn't about you Miss, ah... Broad... This is about the good people who elected me to my status in our fair City and their safety... The threat is, they are after you but they are threatening to destroy the building or area you are in to get to you... If you aren't here, there is no threat... Ergo, as my old Latin teacher would have said, you go!"

"Where do you expect me to go? *I* am the guardian of this City and cant just go somewhere else and do my work..."

"Take a vacation Miss... Ah... Broad... Everyone deserves to take a vacation... Go to Gollywood and visit some make believe... You might end up in the Movies..."

Blundie ended up with a ticket on the Greyhound Bus to Gollywood, as her civilian personna of Dana King. There was little she could disguise about that remarkably nubile and overendowed body so she wore an old pair of stretch bluejeans over which she bloused knee high black rubber boots with six inch stiletto heels. She added a white rubber raincoat that ended at her luscious hips, swept her hair back into a shining ebony ponytail and donned the pair of glasses that somehow seemed to disguise her from her Blundie personna.

The bus pulled into the Gollywood Station on Vine Street at around three on a very rainy morning and Blundie left the warm, steamy confines of her transport with her suitcase in one black rubber gloved hand and her umrella in the other stepping down into ankle deep water. She was surprised when someone grabbed her valise and it's weight took his arms straight down so that Blundie had to grab her bag before it got soaked.

"Damn, broad... What you got in here anyhow... Rocks?"

Blundie was shocked at being called 'broad', wondering if she'd been recognised somehow. She held onto the smarmy perpetrator who'd just been trying for a quick snatch and run. He looked up into her blue eyes with fear in his own.

"I di'n't mean nothin'... Haint eat fer three days..."

"Tell me where the Troll Motel is and I'll give you a Dollar..." She said, taking pity on the frail AfricanAmerican.

"Hey broad... A buck's not gonna get me a fix..." He sniffed, pulling free from Blundie who'd relaxed her grip on him and took off on surprisingly swift feet. Blundie turned, looking for a Greyhound employee or someone who could direct her, saw no one and shrugged. She took her bag and unfurled her umbrella, set off walking powerfully toward the North and Sunset Boulevard, having made a lucky guess.

"Hey... Psst. Psst. You... Broad..."

She'd reached the corner of Sunset and Vine when she heard the noises, used the gloved hand holding the umbrella to point to her mighty chest. "Me?" She replied.

"Who else do you see paddling these streets, Babe? The cat's Mother? Nah... You broad..."

"What do you wish of me?" She asked, a little put off by this diminuitive, gnarled gnome of a man in a fedora and dirty raincoat. She'd had problems with such a person before and was taken aback by this one's demeanor.

"Yer here ta be a Movie Star, huh? I'm an agent, see.. I kin represent you and git you in doors... Ever read Variety?"

Blundie shook her head in the negative. She hadn't come here to become a Movie Star and she'd nver heard of Variety. "I just wish to find my Motel and get a few hours sleep before touring your fair City... Can you tell me where the Troll Motel is, please..." She went politely, wanting to be nice to the locals.

The little man rummaged in his clothing and came up with a shopworn buisness card, looked at it, took a pen and crossed some writing from the back of it and thrust it in Blundie's gloved hand. "Down Sunset about eight blocks an' you come see me tomorrow at my offices... Promise..."

Blundie nodded and the little man seemed to dissappear into the shadows. She shrugged and took off, carrying her suitcase and only had to fight off three muggers and two would-be rapists before she reached the Motel. She noticed that she drew a lot of jealous eyes from streetwalking women as she went. She had to push the bell at the Motel for a good fifteen minutes before she was let in by a wizened old man who asked her if she wanted rates by the hour, night or week. "We only change linen once a day so, if you need more, you provide it... Na-w-w-w. We kin come to some agreement on rates fer some trade, honey..."

"Gaspar! Ye'd best not be tryin' ta make one of your deals..." Came a loud holler from a back room. 'Gaspar' quickly gave Blundie a key and she was soon ensonced in her new quarters for the next, she didn't know for how long. Despite noises of sex from the rooms either side of hers, Blundie slept a blissful sleep.

The next morning, looking out into pouring rain and at the landmark of the Capital Record building, Blundie suddenly realized what was happening to her. She was America's Premiere Supeerheroine and Crimefighter and she had no crime to fight. Legitimately. She had choices to make and she pulled out the buisness card she'd taken the previous night.

Sly Saliva

Starmaker-Agent

And an address and phone number. She decided on a breakfast at a fast food coffee house she could see from the Motel and then she'd decide on her course of action. The news vending machine outside Dennys stopped her as she spotted a headline on a green and black print tabloid. "Blunder Broad- Moviebound"

Blundie could hardly get one of the papers from the machine and started reading the moment she sat down. The article recounted that Gollywood was busy selecting the Actress to play a Superheroine known as Blunder Broad

in a blockbuster size film. "How can they do this? *I* am Blunder Broad... No one sought my permission..."

She did eat a hearty breakfast, after all, she was a big girl and decided to call on Sly Saliva and get an interview to play herself. Having decided, she drank a final cup of coffee and went to a payphone, called Sly and made an appointment, got directions to his office and left the coffee shop to brave the day's rains.

The area between Sunset and Gollywood Boulevards is seedy and run down despite attempts at urban renewal. Blundie sloshed along on her extreme heeled boots and was only approached four times by drug deelers and three by pimps wanting to add the hugely built Woman to their stables. She politely refused their offers, stating she was in Gollywood to be an actress in a movie about Blunder Broad.

Buildings dated back to Gollywood's hayday in this area, mixed with buildings from the forties, fifties and sixties. All placed hodgepodge without a true sense of urban planning. She found the walkway between the buildings as described by the Agent and had to descend two steps, wade through calf deep rainwater and detrius of the night to find the stairway that led upward toward his office, a stairway that loomed dark due to stolen light fixtures. Blundie started the climb to the third floor and was accosted by two shadowy figures on the second floor landing, two figures bent on the deflowering of their victim. They'd picked wrong this time, specially with Blundie still seething at the article in the Daily Variety. She hardly broke a sweat as she sent them packing with some very sore areas to their bodies and the knowledge to pick on a Woman half their size in future.

Sly opened the many deadbolts after assuring himself that it was his new client knocking at the door. And welcomed her into an office that reeked of sex, booze and cigarettes.

"Let's see what you're packing under that raincoat... Open up..."

Blundie shrugged. "Maybe that's how they do things in Gollywood..." And opened her coat, allowing her chestly magnificense to be viewed. Sly whistled.

"Them things real?" He questioned, his mouth open and drooling. He turned red from high blood pressure when her gloved hands went to those humungous boobs and squeezed them, displaying how real they were since silicone boobs dont squeeze like the real mc.coys. "Oh, my... You'll do... Which way do you swing? Guys or Dolls?"

"Huh?" Went Blundie, truly puzzled. "I swung from trees as a child..."

"What do we have here?" Came a melodious and very feminine voice from behind Blundie. Two black gloved hands came around Blundie's torso and cupped those huge appendages, squeezed nipples through the latex covering. Blundie was so shocked she was rendered speachless and her abundant ass went rearward to brush against a leather covered mons as prominent as her own. To her embarassement, she started salivating between her long jeans clad legs having turned her head to see the beautiful Blonde with the boufant hairdo who was pleasuring her boobs.

"Lesbo..." Went Sly. "I'll have to send you out to a lesbian casting director or can you fake it with guys?"

Blundie was shocked at the sexual questions. "I thought I was here to be an actress..."

Both the girl and Sly roared with laughter. "You dont know much about Gollywood, do you boobie... You lay your way to the top in this town. You dont lay, you dont get to play... Now. Show me you can fake it with a guy... On your knees and suck..."

"Oh, he's harmless..." Said the girl. "I'm known as Charlie, by the way...I'm up for a role of some Superheroine named Galaxeena or something..."

Blundie got a good look at Charlie finally. "Oh, you'd be a perfect Galaxeena... I read about the movie about Blunder Broad... I should play her..." Added Blundie hopefully.

"Coloring's right but tits're too small..." Went Sly.

"Not true..." Went Blundie in ire. "I should know..."

"Howzat?" went Sly. "The producer says he knows the real Blunder Broad and she's got bigger tits... At least forty six tripple effs... "

"I, ah... She doesn't. Forty four tripple..."

"Honey..." Said Charlie. "In this town, if the Producer says they're forty sixes, they're forty sixes... If he says they're fifties, that's what they are... Hey, Sly... Maybe Dana here could be her stunt double..."

"Not a bad idea, Charlie. They can stuff her costume to get the bigger tits... But she has to give head, otherwise shell never get past the casting director..."

"I can give head..." Volunteered Blundie as she saw her meal ticket heading out the window. "*I* have given head before... And I like guys as well as gals..."

Unbidden except by a pointing finger, Blundie went to her knees, extracted a weapon of humungous proportion and went down on it after licking her luscious lips, engulfed it and sent it past her tonsils in a sword swallowing move that showed on Sly's crafty visage. "This 'un could suck chrome off the stack on a Mack truck!!!" Then blew his stack into the sucking gullet who drank it all down before laving his cock with her tongue and getting up from her kneeling position. Charlie came up and turned Blundie around so she could place a hug , boob to boob, on the surprised Blundie who was even more surprised when Charlie kissed her deeply and before Charlie slid down Blundie's body and had Blundie's jeans opened quicker than Blundie had previously had anything freed. And Charlie's head went between those long gams and proved as adept with a pussy as Blundie had with a cock.

"Oh, my. Oooohhhh!" Went Blundie before her own gloved hands went to the back of that Blond tressed head and pulled it closer while Blundie's legs opened of their own accord. BB was throbbing along on an ocean of lust and orgasmed for the very capable sucker. "I bet she's done this before..."

Blundie and Charlie were sent along to see the casting director at Lascivia Studios and were admitted to the studio lot, sent upstairs in the Tower to meet the casting director but after Sly had sent Blundie back to her Motel room to change into a latex micro skirt, crotch high boots and gauntlets. Blundie had added a wide boustiere that really showed her endowments, almost had to fight Charlie off who wante to have another piece then and there. "We have an appointment, darn it..." She went, surprised at how much Charlie reminded her of Galaxeena's desires. They entered the office that seemed to be piled high with photos and resumes and introduced themselves to the 'Assistant Casting Director', a glorified title for a secretary.

"Please take a seat... Ms Winton and Ms Wineberg will see you shortly..."

They were admitted to the inner sanctum only forty five minutes later, despite that they'd not seen anyone come out, nor had they heard the phone ring once. And were bidden to a low couch where they sat together, trying valiantly to cover up panties because their micro skirts were too short for feminine grace. Found themselves stared at as if under a microscope. "Show us your tits..." Went one of the duo, no one sure whether Ms Winton or Ms. Wineberg. Charlie immediately bared her huge boobs, sent a gloved arm into Blundie's side in a silent order to do the same. Startled, Blundie complied.

"Brunette's boobs are too small..." Went the second. "Visit to Dr. Gourdmaker would fix that..." She then came around the desk and lewdly hefted Blundie's boobs without so much of a 'May I?' Blundie just managed to keep herself from sending a gauntletted fist at her chin. "Hey. You gotta heft these..." The casting director went on as if this was normal fare. "These things are real..."

There was a knock at the door and three people entered, unbidden. One, jowled, fat and paunchy, smoking a cigar, one bearded and youngter but with an attitude that announced his arrival and a third, clad in a blue latex catsuit, crotch high rubber boots and shoulder length matching red rubber gloves and waist cinched to show off immense mammaries that stood before her like torpedos. "Nice rack, slut..." She went to Blundie. "You're the one they sent over to stunt double me?"

"Uh... I think so..." Answered Blundie with a tremor in her voice. This was Alpha Zuniga, the Movie Star she'd seen on the big screen and she was just as big in real life. Blundie didn't even have the temerity to voice an objection to being called 'slut'.

"On your knees then and suck the pussy every lesbo and heguy wants to suck... Mind you do it well, 'cause I'm a champion and will know if you dont do it properly..."

"Oohhh!" Went one of the casting directors.

"Aaahhhh!" Went the other, doubtlessly wishing she'd been given that command.

Blundie shrugged. "These Gollywood folks are sure strange..." But got on booted knees, pulled down a zipper, Aphra's, and sent her mouth to an oozing snatch that smelled like perfume. And larruped, sending her tongue deep in that expectant twat as if this was something she did every day.

Aphra's face bent into a look of rapt pleasure. She licked her own collagen lips and was swiftly reacting the way her role would require her to. No acting, however, as she gushed into Blundie's mouth and Blundie reacted by swilling the femoils being accorded her. "I'm actually sucking the pussy of my favorite Movie star..." She went. Wait till I tell Galaxeena about this..."

With a motion of a gloved hand, Aphra commanded Charlie to get between Blundie's microskirted legs and get to work, an order Charlie immediately complied with and sent a tongue soaring up Blundie's well, taking latex panties before it. She then showed her versatility by using her tongue to strech the latex material so she could get past it with her tongue and further savor the real Blunder Broad. Driving the real Blunder Broad deeper on her appointed task and into shuddering orgasm, mutual with the one she was tonguing. "Enough!" Went the Movie star as Blundie kept licking. "Show me you can suck cock... My producer needs a blow job..."

"I guess this is what they call 'stunts' around here..." Went Blundie as she switched to the obese Producrer's member and played sword swallower again. And found Charlie pulled away from her (Whimper) and her own cunt filled by the Director who went about reaming her merrily. And Blundie moving back and forth between the duo, establishing a rythm neirher could complain about. In fact, none. Blundie was already cuming again, way before the duo spent their hot loads in her wells. And shuddered again when the two spewed their discharges of lavahot sperm.

They didn't even thank her, just turned to Charlie. "You'll need to use that tongue of yours to clean up her cunt... Wouldn't want her to dirty the couch, would we?" They then turned to the casting directors. "They'll do if they're the best you can find... Have Wardrobe add some size to the Brunette's costumes, bring her up to Aphra's size..."

Blundie was mortified but held her tongue, perhaps because of the ministrations being lavished on her pussy by the ever ready and able Charlie. She then found herself and Charlie giving thanks to the two casting directors who had motioned them over so mouths could be used again. And were.

"Isn't it exciting, Dana! We both have jobs on the Movie... We should go back to my place and celebrate... I know a couple of Assistant Directors who'll be glad to buy us dinner!"

So said the bubbly Charlie to Blundie as they left the Studio lot after visiting the Wardrobe Department where Blundie even offered that she use her own costume as the double for Blunder Broad- Aphra. "Oh..." She told the Wardrobe Supervisor. "I'm a big fan of the real Blunder Broad..." As explanation. "I, ah, attend functions as Blunder Broad..." Enough said in a Town where fans went dressed often as their favorite Movie characters and Stars. The Wardrobe Supervisor accepted Blundie's offer eagerly, since it would cut her budget by a goodly amount, money she intended to pocket while billing the Producers for the costume. Charlie had grabbed Blundie's gauntletted arm as they walked toward Charlie's car and was walking, swaying hip to swaying hip with the Crime Fighter.

The date was with two of the assistant directors from the movie and they both arrived on time, looking almost like clones, what with their bush jackets and floppy hats. They took the two girls out to a medium priced eatery where they knew others from 'the bizz' hung, showed off the two well endowed Females and, as they plied the two with drinks, cozied up with them more and more. "Iz dat your fingers in my pussy-cat?" Went Blundie suddenly. "Iz dat a cock I feel in my gloved hand?" It was and it was. And Blundie, who had no head for alcohol was parting her booted legs futher so her 'pussy-cat' could be further invaded while she shifted so she could grasp his cock even better and she could move a huge boob against his arm. "Hic. I bet you want to fuck li'l ol' me-e-e!"

"You got it babe... If you want to keep working after this flic is over..."

To be sure, Blundie had no idea what he was talking about but, to be sure, she wanted to fuck. She had no idea that

Joe had laced her drinks with Rohipnol just to insure his success. No wonder they left the restaurant in a huge hurry and ended up in Blundie's motel room with Blundie all over Joe, something totally against Blundie's normal nature. Joe flipped Blundie around and threw her on the bed where Charlie had already been reposed, directly over Charlie who was far enough gone that her lips sent upward into an already steaming twat. Blundie's. And licked while her own assistant director delved deep up the Blond snatch.

"Perhaps you'd like to do my ass?" Went Blundie to Joe surprising herself. Who was Joe to turn down an invitiation by such a World class ass? An ass so rounded and shaped for a reaming? He reamed and scored, Blundie opening the way further with gloved hands and allowing her body to drop atop Charlie's, who seemed to mind not at all. Blundie's own mouth and tongue had stopped talking and now was licking the top of the cock pressing deep into Charlie's pussy and paying rapt attention to Charlie's labia and clittie. Not that Charlie was leaving places unused. She wasn't. Blundie's pussy was getting the abuse Blundie was loving while Blundie repaid Charlie by squirting, brought on, perhaps, by Charlie's gloved hands now abusing Blundie's boobs in a manner Blundie would have objected to under normal circumstance.

Fred, to Blundie's fore, was proving himself to be a real swordsman as he now would thurst deep in Charlie's pussy, with draw and thrust into that mouth that was licking Charlie and he so well, going tonsil deep and giving Blundie the full benefits of Charlie's tastes. A sign for Joe to withdraw from Blundie's rounded rump and slam hilt deep in a juicing well for additional lubrication that he used to oil himself for his next thrust, deeper in that twitching, welcoming hole so many longed to use. And then going down and into that mouth pleasing the Blundrpussy so well before reaming the asshole again. A greedy mess of turbulent twats wondering what would get the final prize and where. Four bodies were now in full sweat, undulating lewdly as each tried to pleasure his or her other. Both Females were bundles of orgasmic pleasure as they felt one after another orgasm shudder through their forms. Blundie finally received what she sought as Fred could hold back no longer and spewed a firehose down her throat that she consumed as desert. Joe, meanwhile, blew deep in her rectum which had no capacities to consume like his friend's hole and ended up spewing out of Blundie's ass and down into the eagerly waiting mouth benieth. Charlie's.

The two guys then pulled back off the two gals and watched as they went after each other, seemingly rampant on a sexual high no doubt accentuated by the rohipnol and booze they'd both consumed at dinner. Pussies were actually raping at the mouths tongue raping them as both gals undulated in the dance called lust. One of the guys had meantime found a strap on dildo Blundie had forgotten to put into a drawer in the motel room.

"D'ya suppose she lets other bitches fuck her with this cudgel" Went Fred, who'd found the huge, ebony rubber appendage.

"Wonder if Charlie knows how to use it..." Went Joe, taking it from Fred and placing it in one of Charlie's gloved hands.

Charlie somehow managed a glance at it through sex bleary eyes, wondered how it had gotten into her rubber gloved hand and sent both her hands to buckle it around her hips while Blundie started licking the huge fauz cock with an ardor that made them believe she thought it was real. The guys now went about rearranging two very compliant and sexy gals so Blundie's ass was just off the end of the bed and perfect position for the cudgel to be fed into her annus. Fred arranged himself on the bed in front of Blundie's face, on his hands and knees and facing away from the beauty, found her tongue and exucated mouth doing what he'd hoped. Licking up and down the still femoiled shaft of this cock before takign first one testicle inside that gorgeous mouth, swirling it around and moving to the other. Then moving further so her tongue went deep in his ass before starting the whole series again but cahnging it so her mouth engulfed the cock head and gave it several good sucks. Joe was now ready dur to the kinky tableau unfolding in front of him, send his own pecker into Charlie's ass to urge her on to stronger rapings of the Amazon's rear and so her mouth worked Fred like a virtuoso. Just as Charlie's ass got the expected hosing, Blundie's face received the other, not quite what she wanted and she attempted valiantly to grap the shooting cock in her mouth. Without success.

"We all have an early call in the morning..." Went Joe, putting his cock away in his pants and not bothering to unplug the two they'd used so much. "Better get home, get some shuteye..."

Blundie and Charlie were finally coming down and Charlie tenderly withdrew the huge dildo from Blundie's ass. "I'm so sorry... I hope it didn't hurt you too much... You get it on with those guys and you'll get rich from stunt adjustments..."

"Oh, darn. What have *I* allowed of myself?" Went Blundie. "I'm okay and have taken bigger..." She admitted, surprised at herself for the outburst.

"Come on... Hot shower and bed..."

Not quite what transpired as two ultra sexy Women climbed into the shower fully attired and started a washing that turned more lascivious until both panted out in orgasm, fell out ot the stand up shower and, sloshingly wet, into bed and slumber.

"What happened last night?" Went Blundie as she awoke still in microdress, gauntlets and boots, wearing Charlie around her voluptuous body.

"Hehehe. They thought they needed the rohipnol to get fucked... All we needed was the thought of all those paychecks... We sure got their rocks off, didn't we? You're sure to get some nice, big stunt adjustment today on the set... Sly will be happy..."

The film had already been shooting several days by that morning, the first morning a double for 'Blunder Broad' and the part of Galaxeena were needed. "Ah good. Aphra's stunt double is here... Let's run the scene so she can see what she has to do..." Went the Assistant Director, not even smiling a thank you at Blundie for last night's pleasures.

"Blunder Broad has been incarcerated in this scene..." Went the Director. "The Warden cares little that Blunder Broad has placed these newest cell mates in jail, in the first place so the girls are going to take care of the Crime Fighter by beating her badly before using her sexually... Now, gang... We're going for realism here so we want Dana, the stunt Blunder Broad, severely beaten before you make her use her tongue on the rest of you stunt players... Let's roll the cameras..."

"Quiet on the set... Give us a bell and... Cameras, roll, please..." Went Joe.

"Speed..." Went Sean, the sound mixer.

"Action..." Went the director and the girls, all hired from the wrestling ring, went to town on Blundie with a vigor Blundie had not expected. Booted knees raised Blundie aloft, smashing her crotch and ass with verve not even displayed when this event had taken place for real, so long ago. Blundie's huge boobs came under attention with fists sinking deep in each while other gloved hands found Blundie's face and beat it from side to side. Blundie was being knocked scatty, slamming into the set walls and the bars, slammed to her knees so her pretty face could be smashed down on the urinal. There was no acting needed on Blundie's part as she continued to take and started gushing tears and some dribbles of blood from nostrils and lips.

On a hand signal from the director, several of the assailants pulled belts from jeans and leather pants, slammed Blundie against the jail bars, forcing her boobs through the bars where Blundie's nipples could be seen engorged and hard by the wide angle lens that made them look even bigger and a match for Aphra's big ones. Blundie found her gloved arms hauled outward and belts now tying her wrists to cell bars well apart before long booted legs could be belted in a similar manner. That's when more belts came to play, whipping the world class ass with effort that denoted that a semblance of acting had now deserted the wrestlers and they were, indeed, on taking this stunt double apart for real.

The faux Fang now showed she was a clear match for that one so long ago who chewed Blundie's nipples from the cell next to the one Blundie was in while the stunt wrester playing Pegleg took off her appendage, strapped it around her ample hips and used it in the ass's ass, just as the first one had. And the stunt Blundie was reacting as she had so long ago, turning to mush while crying from the beating and pain of having a wooden leg thrust strongly up her rectum, going deeper and deeper as if the one legged wrestler had a bone to pick with the Heroine. She was certainly picking it with a huge, faux boner.

But the worst was, Fang being replaced by that little Woman who started sewing Blundie's aurioli to eachother around one fo the bars, drawing more tears from the tortured Miss. No special effects for this director who was known for his Cinema Verite and abhorance of special effects and the fake. He allowed the cameras to roll on and on in closeup at Blundie's taking ass and the needle going through boobflesh and pulling nylon thread behind it. Blundie was hanging, almost out of it, by the time the director called a cut and a move to a new set.

"You done good, chickie..." He said to Blundie. "You should'a been an actress instead of a stunt double..." Blundie was too spent to retort and Charlie came over to unstrap her, something the Prop men were supposed to do but one was ensconced in the rear cavity of the continuity girl so failed in the work job, although he came through for the continuity girl.

"Dana..." Went Charlie as her gauntletted hands went to salve hurts that were already repairing. "You're really great! You really made that all look so real..."

Blundie would have liked to tell Charlie that it was all real. As real as the first time she'd been in a prison cell with characters only half as strong as these Lady Wrestlers. And that these Lady wrestlers were not trained as stunt women so were not pulling or faking punches.

"Dana... The director has asked me to allow a donkey to do me... He's offered me four Grand, says that, if I dont do it, they can get some chick up from Tijuana who'll do it for two... I've always wondered about getting a donkey dong inside of me... Haven't you?"

"Charlie. No. I haven't wondered because I've had several in me... Not that I had much choice..." Added Blundie, hurriedly. "I was... Ahhh.... Trapped into it... Each time... " She avowed further, perhaps forgetting how eagerly she'd taken on all manner of beasties in her guise as Femme Courageous.

"Well... I have a plan... I'm going to get permission from the Director to let you fist fuck me so I'm nice and stretched before the donkey gets in me... Besides, you'll be right next to me getting me all hot and juicy..." Charlie grinned as Blundie moved slowly to another set that was shocking in it's authenticity. A stage where Gala and she had performed in a competition to prove who was the best Sub around. It had been the first time Blundie had, in fact, met Galaxeena.

Right now, Aphra was involved in the scene where Aphra, as Blunder Broad, was being examined by an actress who looked suspiciously like Lep. Blundie looked upset because Aphra looked like she was enjoying the examination, something Blundie would never do. Or so she thought, selective memmory making her believe otherwise.

Charlie did, indeed, get the director's permission to have Blundie use gloved hands up her twat, but only if the director got to watch while lighting was being completed on the set. Watching turned to participation as the director, turned on, started aiding in Blundie's stretching with his overengorged cock. Both stunt actresses were good and ready by the time the scene began and they were being well mounted by two mokes brought in from the brothels of Tijuana to perform as they did on stage down there.

The cameras were rolling when the two donkeys did what they were trained to do, reared and skewered. Blundie had managed to convice the director that the better angle would be had with her taking on the more monsterous of the two beasts after she reasoned to herself that she had, indeed, taken on this size of meat before and that Charlie never had. Blundie, at this point, was hating the idea of using her body to make money, having reasoned that she was doing nothing more than prostituting herself because she had to earn money to live. Temporarilly forgotten, her forays as Femme Courageous and making money in that manner as a Superheroine whore.

Those thoughts and more went through her mind before the donkey reared and speared and quickly had Blundie tripping again as she was filled with hot, humid meat to repletion and that meat went into the seesaw action, pumping in and out of her, lusting along as the moke enjoyed his efforts. Blundie hardly spared a thought for the one being ridden next to her but would have seen that Charlie was enjoying the rape in a wonder and that no acting could put on the motions she was going through as she orgasmed again and again.

As Blundie had done before, she tried to shift her weight at an inopertune moment, when the donkey was on maximum pull out, shifted just enough that, when the beast lunged again, he went into a hole somewhat tighter than the one he'd just left. Not that he cared by now, figuring perhaps, as the old comedian was wont to say, 'A hole is a hole is a hole'.And Blundie was too far along to object.

Charlie, however, had noticed and Charlie figured that 'Dana' knew something she didn't know, repeated Blundie's moves and her blue masked eyes widened in shock and surprise. Then she quickly orgasmed as she felt her innermost parts expanded with the hot meat.

The two donkeys brayed at eachother, perhaps laughing their pleasures with these bitches of a lighter hue than they were used to, perhaps signaling the end to their fuckfest, just before blowing their firehoses inside the asses of each ass, as if in a race against each other. And both patsies appreciately roared off their own orgasms together as well.

"O'kay..." Went the director. "That's a cut... Get rid of the animals, get the two gals up and get Aphra in place for a closeup... Gala and the stunt double are dismissed for the day and we wrap right after Aphra's closeup..."

Blundie and Charlie managed to get themselves, still fully clad, into the shower in the small dressing room and it was hours before they left the Studio for a huge dinner at a local cafe and getting back to Blundie's Motel, falling asleep in each others' arms without bothering with an undressing.

End- Part1