A Walk on the Wild Side

Once out of earshot, she mentioned her embarrassment to Crystal. The older woman couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't worry about it honey," she grinned. "It's a natural reaction. I'm sure he thought nothing of it, if he even gave it any mind. Women have just as much right to be curious as any man."

"I guess so," Stormy said, feeling a little better.

""But let me tell you," Crystal added. "Don't believe all that studio bull about him being 14 inches and all."

"I thought that might be just a little bit exaggerated," Stormy said.

"I've had more than a few first hand and up close views of it," Crystal grinned mischievously. "And trust me, its no more than 10 inches - tops!"

Stormy wasn't sure if she should feel shocked at Crystal's bold statement, or envious. Fortunately, the older woman was already introducing her to a tall black woman wearing a dark blue dress. Obi Boni's saber moved to the back of her mind, but not too far back.

As the night wore on, becoming more the early hours of the next day, the party began to wear down. More and more people said their good-byes and started to leave. In the end, it had been like any other industry party Stormy had been to. Fun in some aspects, quite boring and ordinary in others. Checking her watch, the young woman decided it was time to find her hostess and say her own goodnight. Or good morning as the case might be.

Even with the absence of a large number of people who had since left the party, Stormy was having trouble finding Crystal among the smaller crowd. Finally, one of the other guests mentioned that she had seen Crystal go into one of the bedrooms in the back of the suite.

Stormy made her way down the long hallway, passing a few people engaged in conversation in the quieter passageway. She arrived at the room the woman had indicated and gently tapped on the door. When she got no response, Stormy tried the knob and felt it turn in her hand.

Quietly she opened the door, intending to just say a quick goodbye to Crystal, thanking her for a quite interesting evening. If she found her hostess asleep, a possibility since she had been on the go all day before the party, she would just excuse herself and write her a nice thank you note instead.

"Crystal ...?" she said softly as she opened the door and stepped partly inside.

She took a second step inside as her eyes quickly adjusted to the light of a single lamp on the night table. Crystal was awake all right, and she wasn't alone.

"Omigod!" the younger woman gasped.

Crystal was spread across the bed, down on her knees and elbows. The red gown she had worn to the party earlier was nowhere to be seen, leaving her as naked as Stormy had seen her on the videotape in the office. Those two large mounds which had drawn so much attention back at the radio station, now bounced back and forth, swaying with the movement of her body.

Kneeling behind her, equally naked, was Craig Morgan. Stormy gasped as she got her own up close and personal look at Craig's lightsaber. Well as much of a look as she could get in the dim light before he buried it again in Crystal's waiting pussy.

Crystal turned her head at the sound of Stormy's outburst. Even in the dim light, she could see the look of shock on her guest's face. Crystal quickly disengaged herself from Craig and swung off the bed.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," the older woman said, not attempting to cover herself. "I guess I should've locked that door."

"No, it's okay," Stormy replied, quickly regaining much of her composure. "After all, it's your house... I mean apartment ... or suite or ... whatever. I'm the one who should be apologizing, just walking in like I did."

"Then we both apologize," Crystal laughed softly as she placed a hand on Stormy's shoulder.

With Crystal standing just a foot away, Stormy couldn't help but take in every aspect of the older woman's large breasts. A view that every guy back at the station would've killed for.

A soft cough from the direction of the bed shifted her gaze to a view that most of the women back at the station might have killed for as well. Craig Morgan did indeed have the biggest cock Stormy had ever seen in her life. Just the crown of it looked wide enough to split her open. Fully erect, it looked like a small baseball bat.

Remembering what she had interrupted, Stormy suddenly felt very much out of place.

"I just wanted to say goodnight," she managed to stammer. "I'll just get out of here and leave you to your ... fun," she added as she searched for the right word.

She started to turn to leave, then realized that Crystal's hand was still on her shoulder. She turned her head back again to find a look of amusement on her hostess's face.

"Before you go, do you remember what you said when we were having coffee earlier?" Crystal asked.

"What?" a confused Stormy asked. "Coffee?" she tried to remember.

"You said you'd love to be the center of attention for once," Crystal reminded her. "To step outside the limits."

"I remember," Stormy said. "But what does that have to do with..."

"Well I'm just saying that maybe, just for once, you'd like to do something totally out of what people see as your character. Maybe something totally outrageous."

Stormy suddenly realized where Crystal's suggestion was going as she felt the press of the naked woman's body against her own.

"I've never ..."

"And you probably never will again," Crystal interjected. "But once in your life, don't you want to be able to say to yourself, that you had a chance to step out of that circle and you took it."

Stormy's eyes went back and forth between the two naked adult stars. If she wanted to live a fantasy, she would never get a better chance. Or better partners than the people in this room. All of her life, she had tried to make her decisions after calm rational thought. This was a choice, however, to be made more by the wetness she felt between her legs.

In the end, it was no contest. Stormy couldn't let this opportunity pass. For at least one night in her life, she wanted to be one of the bad girls and have it all.

"Do you want to join us?" Crystal asked softly.

Stormy looked at Craig, now sitting on the edge of the bed, then back at Crystal. She took a deep breath, considered her decision one last time and then simply said,"Yes."

Crystal's face positively beamed at the answer. She had been attracted to the young woman since the moment she'd met her at the radio station. The situation hadn't been planned, but it was too good not to take advantage of. And her whole life had been a series of taking advantage of opportunities. Yet, even the experienced woman was surprised at what Stormy did next.

Acting on long buried lusts suddenly released by her simple yes, Stormy reached out and put her arms around Crystal's neck. With surprising strength, she pulled her closer and pressed her lips against Crystal's.

The unexpected kiss took Crystal by surprise for but a moment, then she quickly responded in kind. She pressed her tongue between Stormy's open lips, finding the softness of its counterpart. Crystal brought up her hands and cupped Stormy's breasts through her dress. Her fingers could feel the younger woman's nipples growing hard beneath the material.

"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable," Crystal suggested as she unzipped the back of Stormy's dress.

Stormy became aware that Craig was now also at her side. She reached down and took his oversized cock in her hand, marveling in both its size and hardness. Gently she ran her fingers up and down its length, wondering what it would actually feel like inside of her.

Crystal slid down the top of Stormy's dress until it was around her waist. The older woman leaned over and kissed one of her braless mounds, using her tongue to cover the small dark nipple with a warm wetness. Craig followed his sometime co-star's lead and did the same to Stormy's other breast.

Closing her eyes to savor the twin caress of their tongues, the young woman would've been hard pressed to say which of her new lovers was better at what they were doing. Each had years of practice with an assortment of partners. In the end, however, all she really cared about at this moment was that they didn't stop.

After a while, they did stop, but what happened next eased any disappointment that Stormy might have felt. Crystal led Stormy over to the bed and helped her all the way out of her dress. With a practiced skill, the redhead quickly helped the girl out of the rest of her clothing as well. Stormy hadn't had anyone take her panties off with such ease since Bobby Parker in junior year of high school.

Crystal positioned Stormy on the bed so that she was down on all fours, much like Crystal had been when she walked in on her. Parting the younger woman's cheeks, Crystal began to probe the sensitive area between with her tongue. It was the first time anyone had ever touched Stormy in quite that way. A touch she quickly concluded she could get use to.

The veteran porn star continued her oral exam, shifting her body so that her head was now between Stormy's legs and facing the soft blonde mound that covered her womanhood. Reaching up with two fingers, she parted the walls of the blonde's sex, allowing an easy access for her tongue.

"Oh damn, that feels good," Stormy said as she felt the soft wetness slide inside of her.

So good was the feeling permeating her body from Crystal's oral ministrations, Stormy almost forgot all about Craig. He had been watching the two women, giving them a chance to become comfortable with each other. Once he saw that Crystal was well on her way, he moved to get back into the action.

Stormy looked up to see Craig's enormous cock standing erect only an inch from her face. She kissed the head of it, rolling her tongue across its diameter as she did. While she had her share of lovers in her life, never had she seen a cock that big. At least not one made of flesh and blood instead of plastic. She had some doubt about how much of it she could handle. Still, emboldened by the excitement of the situation, as well as the pleasing effects of Crystal's tongue, the twenty-five-year-old planned to give it her best effort.

Craig's manhood filled Stormy's mouth as she tried to take as much of it as she could. Carefully, he slid the head of his cock back and forth into her mouth, giving her a little more of its length each time. Stormy used her darting tongue as much as possible, relying more on instinct than anything else. It was impossible for her to really concentrate on giving a first class blowjob while on the receiving end of an even more first class cunt licking.

The cocksmith didn't seem to mind, being more intent on Stormy's pleasure than his own. It was enough for him to let Stormy explore his impressive manhood at her leisure.

Stormy wasn't sure how long all of this had gone on, but it seemed like hours since Crystal had started on her pussy. That and the sweet taste of cock in her mouth was enough to put her in a state of almost perpetual arousal.

Again, it was Crystal who took control of the situation and had them change positions once more. Stormy was now on her back as the older woman moved up as to kneel with her legs on each side of the blonde's face. With her host's red bush close enough for Stormy to inhale its fragrance, she realized it was time for her to have her first taste of another woman.

With a skill nowhere near that which she had just been the beneficiary of, Stormy nevertheless set out on her task with exuberance. What she lacked in experience, she at least partly made up for with ardor. Whatever her shortcomings as a pussy licker, Crystal didn't seem to mind as she enjoyed Stormy's maiden attempt.

As absorbed as she was in her first experience with cunnilingus, Stormy would've had to be dead not to have been immediately aware of the sudden pressure against the walls of her pussy. Holding his gigantic shaft with both hands, Craig rubbed the tip of it against the entrance to her womanhood, covering it with the lubricating juices that Crystal's earlier efforts had produced.

The young woman gasped as she felt Craig slip partly into her, feeling her sugar walls stretch to accommodate his size. Long experienced with women who'd never had a lover as endowed as he was, Craig took his time in penetrating her pussy. Bit by bit, he moved back and forth, allowing feelings of discomfort to give way to those of enjoyment.

"Just relax, baby," Crystal whispered to Stormy in encouragement. "Let your body get used to it."

After a little while longer, Stormy was greatly surprised to find that her body did just that. Never would she have imagined she could've handled a man Craig's size. Yet here she was, taking almost his full measure within her. A quantity that was bringing an enjoyment that equaled its magnitude.

Crystal had again shifted position since it was impossible for Stormy to concentrate on anything else once Craig had filled her with his maleness. She sat alongside the younger woman, massaging her small breasts with hand, mouth and tongue. Once Stormy was totally relaxed, Crystal lowered her own breasts to a point where the blonde could kiss them, taking the large nipples in her mouth and sucking on them deeply.

Craig continued to furiously pump away at Stormy, sending her further and further down the road to climax. A road that seemed to become shorter with each stroke. A road that came to a sudden, abrupt stop as an orgasmic frenzy suddenly gripped her body.

Crystal smothered Stormy's face with her mammoth mounds, feeling the trembling of her body through her supple flesh. Her talented fingers had been stroking her own womanhood, finishing the job that Stormy had begun. The climax of which followed the younger woman's by brief seconds.

If not the best orgasm of her life, Stormy had to say it was the most exciting. Coming as it did through the efforts of both a man and woman.

Just before his own climax, Craig pulled his cock from Stormy and exploded instead over both Crystal and Stormy. White droplets splashed over both their bodies, mixing with the sweat and nectars of their own orgasms. Her face speckled with white spots, Crystal leaned over and kissed Stormy, her tongue helping to clean the younger woman's face. Stormy was quick to return the favor in turn. Hopefully later, she thought, she would be able to thank Crystal more properly.

Now spent, Craig crawled up and dropped between them, pulling both of them close and sharing their tongues as well. They continued to stroke each, their bodies intertwined in the aftermath of their passion as they savored the warmth of still hot flesh. It would be a long time before any of them found the desire to move.

Stormy was all smiles when she walked into the offices of WKTX early Monday morning. There was a confident stride in her step that hadn't been there on Friday.

"Morning Mary," Stormy said to the receptionist as she picked up her messages.

"Good morning, Stormy," the twenty-two year old blonde smiled back. "How was your weekend?"

"Oh it was fine," Stormy said noncommittally as she flipped through her messages.

"Anything interesting happen?" Mary asked.

Stormy paused before answering.

"You might say that," she thought. "I spent most of the weekend in the sack with two porn stars, doing more than I could've ever imagined in my wildest fantasies."

Instead, she said with a knowing smile,

"Nothing out of the ordinary, just a quiet weekend with some new friends."

"That's nice," Mary said, her attention already turning back to the papers she had been working on. "Oh, Jack said he wanted to see you when you came in. He's in his office right now."

"Hmmm, I wonder what that's all about?" Stormy wondered as she walked down the hall.

"Jack, you wanted to see me?" Stormy asked as she knocked on the open door to the executive producer's office.

"Stormy, come on in," Jack Russell said in a voice too friendly to make the young woman anything but suspicious. "Arnie and I were just talking about you."

"I bet!" Stormy thought as she stepped inside and took the empty seat next to Arnie Crew."

"Nice to see you feeling better, Arnie," Stormy said as she sat down.

"What?" the host of Arnie's Crew said. "Oh yeah, thanks. It's amazing what a little weekend relaxation will do for you."

"So I've been told," she grinned.

"I wanted to tell you what a great job you did filling in for Arnie on Friday," Jack said as he walked around the desk. "In fact, we've already gotten quite a bit of listener feedback about the show."

"Really?" Stormy said. "Positive or negative?"

"Definitely positive," Jack said. "So much in fact that we're thinking it might be worth giving you that chance you've been constantly asking for."

"You're joking," she said.

"No, I'm serious," Jack said, his voice now reflecting all business. "Donna Wilson's contract is up at the end of the month and we've decided not to renew it. We'd like you to be her replacement."

"My own show ..." Stormy whispered to herself too low for either of them to hear. The very thought was enough to make her feel a little lightheaded.

"Congratulations, Stormy," Arnie chimed in, his well wishes sounding as fake as his compliments.

"Wait a minute," Stormy said, feeling that things might be going just a little too fast. "What kind of show are we talking about here. I couldn't do what Arnie here does. That's just not me."

"No, no, we don't want you to try and be Arnie," Jack explained. "God knows the world isn't ready for two of him. We just want you to be you."

"And what would the format of the show be?" she asked cautiously.

A long silence filled the room. Stormy knew there had to be some sort of catch to the offer.

"Let's have it, Jack," she said. "What is it about the show that I'm not going to like."

"Well," he began hesitantly, "we'd like the show to be a continuation of the sort of thing you did Friday."

"I don't understand," Stormy said.

"It would be a show where you would interview people out there on the edge," Jack explained. "People in the adult industry, that sort of thing. We considered the idea before, but really couldn't find a way to present a show like that without it being too raunchy and at the same time still interesting enough that people would want to tune in."

"And it would be my show," Stormy asked. "To run the way I want. To book the guests I wanted to interview."

"Oh course," Jack said, "you might need some help in the beginning. To get the sort of guests the show would need. Arnie here might be able to help with that."

"How about Craig Morgan?" Stormy suggested. "You think he'd make a good first guest?"

"Obi Boni himself? That would be great!" Jack exclaimed. "But I don't even think Arnie could get him to appear on his show." "You let me worry about getting him on the show," Stormy grinned. "Arnie's not the only one with connections."

The producer wasn't sure what to make of Stormy's claim, but was sure she wouldn't make it if she couldn't back it up. Arnie on the other hand was sure she would fall flat on her face. Despite his offered help, he wasn't exactly happy about how Stormy had turned his practical joke into a golden opportunity.

"Well, then I guess all we need is a name for the show then?" Jack said, a broad smile on his face.

"How about," Stormy suggested, "how about calling it ... A Walk On The Wild Side."

"I like it," Jack said. "I think it's perfect."

As they settled down to discuss the more mundane aspects of the show, Stormy leaned back and thought just how interesting this show was really going to be.

END