The Women's Liberation Movement, as an organized force, is still young, but it has already accomplished a great deal. While there are many goals that are still a long way from being reached, much opposition has been overcome and many formerly antagonistic or neutral people have been convinced that women really do have rights-primarily the right to be treated as equals. It is perhaps ironic that the equality being sought is equality with men; in other words, the standards of judgment are still and will undoubtedly remain exclusively male. However, the important thing is that the movement has made friends, and one of those friends is the federal government of the United States.
The existence of this interesting alliance has been pointed out by Amitai Etzioni, writing on "Tokens Vs. Objectives" in Saturday Review. Says Professor Etzioni: "The Office of Civil Rights in the Department of Health, Education, and Welfare has been actively aiding the fight against sex discrimination and is pushing hard to make colleges and universities open all departments and faculty ranks to women. Emotions have run high, debates have been ardent, but the new hiring and promotion of women have been quite limited in both number and scope.
"In dealing with the law, women have been treated as less competent than men for centuries. In March 1972, Congress approved a constitutional amendment that declares that 'equality of rights under the law shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any state on account of sex.' The amendment has yet to be ratified by the necessary three-fourths of the states. If ratified, however, the amendment would greatly ease the legal battles women must wage when discriminated against. So far their legal base for action has been shaky, especially when compared with that of litigations involving discrimination based on race or creed.
"For this reason, HEW previously found it necessary to rely on administrative directives and sanction rather than on court actions. Presumably, once the Twenty-seventh Amendment is ratified, there will be greater reliance on the courts as well as a more vigorous application of the full range of federal sanctions.
"The need for litigation, new administrative rulings, and new state laws is still great. For every state in which progress has been made, there are four in which little has been done. Even in such relatively progressive states as New Jersey and Arizona there are still many 'sexist' laws. For example, California recently empowered teen-agers to buy and sell stocks in their own right, but husbands still control the disposition of their wives' holdings. Although the California Supreme Court invalidated statutes prohibiting the employment of women as bartenders and excluding women from jury duty, Missouri still prohibits women from working with moving machinery. New York State sets the maximum weight a woman can lift in a foundry at twenty-five pounds.
"The age of consent (at which a person can marry without parental approval) is lower for women than men in most states. Often women cannot keep their maiden names on official documents such as driver's licenses. In four states married women must prove their 'fitness' to a court if they seek to set up their own business."
Professor Etzioni goes on at length to cite many other examples of both official and unofficial subjugation of women throughout the country. One important area he does not touch on, unfortunately, is prostitution, which is one obvious result of that subjugation. If women do achieve the full equality they seek, and men lose both the desire and the opportunity to dominate, it should be equally obvious that prostitution will disappear.
Some subjects can be more frankly treated in fiction than in fact, and up to now it would seem that prostitution is one of them. In the past, however, it has most often been treated unrealistically; the beautiful prostitute with the "heart of gold" has become a stock figure in American literature. Greater honesty is called for, and we are happy to say that we have found it in Daddy and Me by Debbie Jones.
"Debbie Jones" is a pseudonym; the author conceals her true identity because she has actually lived through many of the incidents portrayed here as fiction. The story can be taken as essentially true. It is not a pretty one, beginning as it does with incest and going on from there to other activities usually thought to be taboo. Debbie's activities are not to be admired or even necessarily condoned, but there is a great deal to be learned from them.
Debbie tells her story without apology and with complete candor. It is the story of a girl who first acquired too much freedom too fast, and then found herself in the most terrible of traps. While she is not specifically a Women's Liberationist, she is certainly liberated-and her experiences teach her that liberation can have its horrors as well as its joys.
Again, Debbie does not have all the answers, but she presents answers to some questions that must be plaguing the minds of many readers. If she raises new questions as well, that is all to the good in the cause of constructive discussion in our open society.
CHAPTER ONE
He parked the car in a secluded spot and lit a cigarette. He sucked the smoke, nervously exhaling and then pulled me to him, crushing his mouth on mine. His hand drifted down to my crotch. Soon he was fingering me. His touch electrified me. His tongue flashed inside my mouth as he began reaching under my panties. I twisted around, trying to pull away. His mouth moved down and suddenly he was licking and sucking on my breasts.
"Oh, baby, feel me," he begged.
The sudden urge to know him swept through me. I reached over, feeling the enormous bulge in his pants. His finger worked inside me quicker, the excitement mounting every moment.
"Unzip me," he panted excitedly. Slowly I unzipped his pants as his finger had me there.
"Pull it out," he pleaded. I knew I shouldn't, yet the overpowering urge forced me on. Even if he was my own father, I had to admit the truth to myself at last ... he turned me on. I wanted to .see his big prick.
The huge, thick penis grew harder the instant I touched it. As it suddenly sprang to life, I felt myself coming.
"Ohhhhh," I gasped, "ohhhhh, Daddy you shouldn't do that."
"It's alright, baby, we dig each other; now go ahead and suck on it for me. Please, baby, I gotta' have it."
Bending over, I pulled his giant-size pecker into my mouth. He shoved.
"Suck on it," he demanded. "Suck my prick"
As my mouth slid over his penis I felt his hands on my head pushing me down. I thrilled as he rammed it to me, my entire body vibrating with passion.
"Ohhhh, lover, eat Daddy's prick, eat it up, eat it."
Suddenly I found myself sucking on his tool, the most exciting, beautiful thing that ever happened to me. Instinctively, my mouth glided up and down on his dong.
"Reach in and pull the balls out."
Reaching inside his pants, I eased his big nuts out. Once I had them on the outside, he demanded, "Play with them. Ohhhh, I like that ... that's nice. Not too rough, just like that, now ... I like it ... now, suck it off ... "
My body was still shaking as I continued sucking. I could tell Daddy was turned on all the way.
"Ohhhh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "lick the balls." Hastily I pulled off his pecker and swiftly applied my tongue action to his nuts.
"Suck each ball ... that's it, take it inside your mouth, honey, and suck on it for Daddy."
Eagerly I slipped his balls inside my mouth and sucked. He got so hot, I knew he couldn't last long.
"Oh, baby, get your mouth back on my cock ... you gotta' suck on it fast."
Letting his nut slip out of my mouth, I went back to eating his prick with sudden, hard jabs, he thrust his huge tool down my throat.
"Ohhhhh, that's it, suck, suck, suck it off, he cried, as he kept plunging his peter down my throat. Suddenly he threw both hands over my head, shoving me down to its base and thrust his manhood forward.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped excitedly. "Suck, suck on it suck ... eat me, eat it up ... ahhhh, ohhhh."
He shot a thick load of cum. I tasted it, loving every delicious shooting drop of his hot load.
"That's it, baby, suck it clean ... "
I ate him, slowly licking off every last drop. Sliding my mouth off his delicious dong, I smiled up at him.
"You're beautiful," I told him bluntly.
"So are you, hot mouth," he grinned, patting me on the head ever so gently. I was sixteen years old. He was only thirty-three.
To look at him now, his thick penis standing up, his balls hanging out, he seemed like a newfound lover and not at all, like my father.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. Sorry? This hit me in the pit of the stomach. I'd just given him beautiful sex, and he had to spoil it all. I didn't answer, tears told him his regrets socked it to me, gut-level. Reaching down to me, he turned my face up to his.
"Debbie," he apologized, "can you ever for give your father?"
"For what?" I cried, pulling away from his genitals and sliding to the far side of the car seat where I burst into uncontrollable sobs.
Putting his penis back into his pants and zipping up, he finally reached over to try to console me.
"Honey," he said softly, "I don't want to hurt you."
"You wanted me ... didn't you?"
"Yes ... "
"Then why don't you have the guts to enjoy it," I blurted, the sobs still shaking my body. "Every time I wear my bikini your eyes light up. Tonight you came here for sex, didn't you?"
"Yes, dammit," he snapped. "Okay, so I'll admit it. You do get my motor going, but I can't wreck your whole goddamn life because you give me a hard-on every time I look at you."
"Wreck my life?" I shrieked. "Is that what you call our love? Something twisted, dirty, something you are ashamed of."
"No, no baby," he comforted, pulling me to his arms once more, and kissing me once again.
"I understand how much you must miss Mom," I whispered.
"I do miss her."
I didn't say another word. Mom had died in a fiery plane crash at Lake Superior where we had our summer cottage. She was flying in her brother's private plane. The engine caught fire. We were on the lake in our speedboat and watched in horror as they fought to get out of the burning plane as it circled around us and finally flashed into the water, sending them both to their death.
"I love you, Daddy," I smiled. "Love you so much it hurts."
He was silent. But I knew he knew what I felt for him. I understood all too well nobody could accept our love. And I knew they'd hold him guilty for seducing me, he was older. Yet when it comes to sex, now can anybody know exactly what passions were flashing through me at this terrible moment.
"We'd better head home," he said nervously looking about. I returned to earth at the thought of home. There was a sudden stillness in the air as he backed up the car and headed down the mountain road. Idle trees sprang into life before a storm wind, their branches waving wildly. The rain started to fall. And then a loud thunder clap, a flash of lightning and it came down in torrents, almost wiping out our vision. Dad drove through it without saying one word and when he finally pulled into our garage, I was very glad to be home.
"That was a rough drive," Dad admitted, as we walked into our house.
"I love the sound of the rain," I told him. "Makes me want to cuddle up close."
He didn't pick up my bold hint, I wanted to cuddle up to him. But, later that night, I slipped silently into his bedroom, and got under the covers. I had stripped so my nude body would tempt him into action. When he slipped his arm protectively around me, I realized we were both in the buff.
His lips crushed mine, his tongue finding its way into my mouth as we Frenched until I felt his pecker getting a hard-on.
"Daddy, let's sixty-nine," I finally whispered.
"What do you know about sixty-nining?"
"Plenty," I assured him. "What do you think we do at pajama parties-read comic books?"
I slipped my body around in the bed so that his big penis was even with my mouth, my pussy now facing his hot tongue.
"Oh, baby, you're beautiful down here," he gasped, hastily licking at my slit. Again my body trembled in delirious excitement at the touch of his tongue. Sure, some guys had eaten my pussy, but never like this.
"Eat my prick, baby, eat it up," he demanded hotly, this was what I had waited for. I wanted him begging for it. I pulled his moist pecker to my mouth. It quivered in my hand as I tongued its crown and slowly slid my mouth down around it and started sucking.
"Oh, suck it," he begged, "suck my cock off." I took the whole slippery prick into my mouth and let him pump it to me. Pushing my pussy in his face fast, I felt his tongue sliding inside me. He licked all around my clit and when he nibbled on it I thought I'd go out of my gourd. His hand gripped my buttocks. I thrilled as his tongue fucked my cunt and his pecker shot in and out of my sucking mouth.
"Faster, baby," he panted, "lick it ... ohhh, take it all in, massage the balls. Ohhh, just like that. Suck, suck it, suck it off."
Eagerly sliding my mouth up and down on his pecker, I was bringing him for the second time in one night to a shattering climax. His mouth did its thing for my pussy, his tongue probing, licking, lashing-thrilling my body so much I kept on vibrating.
Suddenly I felt myself gushing. His eager tope lapped me up anxiously. Once he'd finished eating me, he begged, "Suck, suck that cock off ... suck it, suck it off."
I sucked faster.
"I'm coming. I'm shooting my gun, baby, suck it now ... suck it up ... go after the juice, baby, eat it up."
Once more his exploding penis shot its hot load down my throat. Once more I gulped his delicious juice, massaging his balls as he shot his load to me.
When I finally slid off his pecker, I tapped his butt playfully. "I dig you, Daddy. ... ever fucking inch."
"Oh, lover, you've got the sweetest cunt this side of heaven," he chuckled. His arms wrapped around me and I went to sleep. When I awoke the next morning, he was already up and shaving. I hurried downstairs to fix breakfast.
"You're a good cook," he grinned, over crisp bacon, scrambled eggs and a steaming cup of coffee.
"Where will we go this summer for our vacation?"
"I haven't made up my mind," Daddy smiled, "but we'll have a good time wherever we go-won't we."
"Yes, we will," I smiled, turning on over the hot prospect of more fantastic sex with him.
He hadn't been gone five minutes before my steady honked his horn. Poking my head out the door, I called out, "Just a minute, Marve. Be right with you."
I rushed to get my things together and raced out to the car. On the way to school, Marve asked. "When are we going to make the orgy scene? Tom's invited us to one of his wild parties again this Saturday night."
"I don't dig orgies," I snapped.
"How do you know you don't?" he demanded.
"I just don't ... "
"You'd go wild at an orgy," he smiled.
"What makes you say that?"
"Because you are oversexed, that's why!"
"Oversexed?"
"Didn't anybody ever tell you the truth about yourself?"
"No, Marve, nobody ever did-but you. Look, lover boy, how many cats do you think I've been screwing around with?"
"Plenty," he grinned.
"Don't worry about it," I told him tersely, and I felt my secret fears surfacing, when I thought about Daddy and me fucking up a storm.
"I'm not worried about you, sweetheart," he smiled. "I just figured you might dig passing the pussy around. I know some cats who could really give you a wild time."
"What do they do at an orgy?" I asked, my curiosity rising.
"What don't they do!" he chuckled.
"Go ahead and tell me," I insisted, as he pulled up on a side street not too far from our high school: "I want to know."
"Oh, just little things like three guys to one chick."
"How could they! Tell me, what do they do?"
"One guy gets a blow-job, while another drives it up her pussy, the third gives it up the asshole."
"You know," I laughed, "I can't help but wonder what all three sensations would be like, and at the same time?"
"I thought you'd be interested," he smiled, winking as he opened the door for me.
"Because you think I'm oversexed?"
"You read me right," he replied, "the way you eat my cock is downright dangerous. Some times, I'm afraid you'll bite it off in your anxiety to suck me off."
"Well, Marve, you always produce such a good load I just can't wait to eat you."
"I know, I know," he nodded. "Now, just imagine having four or five guys line up to feed you dick. How does that grab you, Debbie?"
"Groovily," I whispered as we walked to ward school. Suddenly I found myself torn between the beautiful sex Daddy and I had shared the night before, and my own hot desire for more sex. Marve knew me well. I was wild. I must go to the orgy. Daddy would die if he ever found out but he wouldn't have to find out I reasoned. Maybe I could learn techniques I could use to please him some more.
"When is the orgy?"
"Saturday night," he grinned, "pick you up about eight." He didn't wait for my answer, he was so sure I'd be ready. As he walked away to his class I stood there watching him. He was disgusting. Yet I dug him. He was a top athlete, rugged and a wild screw. Still-I didn't exactly dig the idea of him turning me into a orgy whore!
CHAPTER TWO
Daddy watched as I slipped into my micro mini dress and slid into my white boots. "Heavy date?" he asked, smiling to mask his true feelings.
"Just Marve."
"Don't get home too late," he smiled; "and I hope you kids aren't on pot."
"I told you, Dad, I won't even try it ... not once. So don't you worry about me, okay?"
"Okay, honey," he grinned, hugging me, and whispering, "be a good girl, won't you?"
"Yes," I chuckled, "I always am."
Marvin was honking his car horn; I had to tear away from Daddy and rush outside or Marve would keep it up until the neighbors complained.
"You look real nice, tonight," Marve told me, as I got in the car and he sped away.
"Where is this nice little orgy?"
"On the North Shore," he said, gunning the engine and swinging out onto Lake Shore Drive. As we whizzed by the lake, I looked out into the blackness. It was like my life.
"What you thinkin' of?" he asked, reaching over to grope my thigh.
"You," I said, "is that alright?"
"Sure, and I'd like it if you'd give me a quickie in the car."
"I don't think it's a good idea to have sex in the car. If an officer stops us ... "
"He'll ask you to blow him," he laughed. "Aw come over here baby, and take care of me." He had his pecker out in seconds and I slid over to him. I pulled on it a couple of times and then let him shove it in. He sure was a horny bastard, always wanting to get his nuts off. He put one hand down to stroke my head as I sucked on his tool.
"Suck that," he snapped, "suck my prick ... suck it off." I kept the action up and soon he shot a good load of creamy cum into my mouth.
"Eat it up, baby, eat that stuff, eat it up," he gasped, as I gulped his hot juices down.
I hated to admit it but I was hooked on eating dick. I liked the excitement of the long, hard thrust, the wild spasms of hot, white cum flashing down my throat.
I didn't release his peter until I'd devoured every drop of his thick juices. As I slid off, I caught him smiling, down at me.
"Real nice," he grinned, "and you're gonna' have fun at the party too."
When we finally pulled up at a North Shore mansion, I was hot to trot. Marve had built the "orgy" idea up so well, he had me anxious to do everything-at least once.
Entering the house, I soon realized everybody was bare ass naked. Immediately Marvin began peeling off his shirt.
"We'll find us a bedroom and strip," he said, walking up the winding staircase. It didn't take us long to get our clothes off and return to the main room. In the sunken living room, it was evident everybody was loaded on something.
"How about a drink?"
"Alright, as long as it's not spiked with LSD."
"Baby, just pure gin," he chuckled, pouring me a strong drink. I hit cloud nine real fast on that one and soon was introduced to Willard.
"Willard," Marve grinned, "meet my girl."
I reached out to shake Willard's hand.
"Hi, swinging chick," he stammered, "want to fuck with me too?"
I gulped. Willard was black. I couldn't admit to prejudice. And frankly, if there was any prejudices against this muscular, strong man it would be for him. With his huge, black dick standing up proudly and those generous-sized black balls hanging there, I found him quite an appealing sex package.
"Oh, I'd love to ... that's what orgies are for."
"We need more sex playmates," Marvin exclaimed eyeing the fuckers, carrying on with a happy smile forming on his face.
"Ah, he likes a three-way," Willard smiled.
"It does seem exciting, doesn't it?" I said, trying to act unimpressed with all the wild action going on about me.
"Ask him," Willard said, "he gives a wild fuck. Hey, Bill come over here."
Bill, slim, and around six feet, with a dong dangling between his legs, walked over. "We're on the football team together," Willard smiled, "and I think he ought to be in on this action."
"Fine," I laughed, "I'd love to take you all on ... only go easy ... okay?"
"I always slide in easy," Willard winked.
"Let's go upstairs and use a bedroom," Marvin suggested.
"Sure, that's fine with me," Bill smiled. "What's your name?" he asked, looking directly at me.
"Debbie-only put oversexed before my name; Marva here says I'm oversexed, maybe I am."
"Nothing wrong with that," Willard smiled, tapping my buttocks playfully, "let's get cracking."
We walked upstairs quickly and managed to find a vacant bedroom which wasn't easy. Marve locked the door, and we all got on the king-sized bed. A huge mirror headboard added to the excitement.
"I want you to blow me," Willard said, waving his big black prick in my face.
"I never screwed her ass," Marvin announced, "so, dibs on Debbie's asshole."
"That leaves me with your pussy," Bill smiled, "and I guess I'm the luckiest man of all."
On the bed we arranged ourselves.
"Now, we've got to take our time to get in," Marve insisted, "otherwise, it's no fun."
So, he went to the bathroom to find some lubricant for his pecker. He came out with a jar of cold cream.
"This will have to do, baby," he laughed, "can't find the fuckin' Vaseline."
"Rub enough on ... I don't want you to kill me with your dick up my ass," I told him frankly.
"Never fear, Marvin's dong is always here, at your rear ... "
When he greased his prick and my ass, he parted my buttocks and slowly slid his huge tool in. For a second I thought he'd split me in half.
"Easy, easy, relax ... ohhh, now, now, ohhh, that's beautiful, that's beautiful," he gasped, as he drove his huge pecker up my asshole. I gripped it, released it and gripped it almost on instinct.
"Don't get carried away, fucker," Bill chuckled, "remember me. I'm the man who screws her cunt."
"Get over here, Bill ... I'll slow him down." Bill walked over and lay down beside me, his penis rock hard now.
"Slow down, fucker," I turned to tell Marve.
He eased it in and out smoothly while Bill got his penis in there. Once the two of them were both in me. I understood how I could make the double-sensation more exciting.
"Work your tempo up together. If we build together, we'll go off at the same time."
That did it. They tried to thrust at the same speed. The double sensation of a dick up my ass, and one up my cunt was driving me crazy. I loved it.
"Ohhhhh, keep screwing, keep screwing," I gasped. Willard felt left out. And, frankly with the wild thrusts I hadn't even missed eating his prick.
"Come on, men, slow down ... I'm going to get my cock sucked, remember?"
"Come over here, baby. Black prick is beautiful." I pulled him toward me by his huge, thick pecker. He dug it. Sticking out my tongue I licked the drop of cum off its thick head. He gave one hard thrust and slid the damned thing down my throat in seconds. Soon his balls rode on my chin as he socked it to me.
"Ohhhhh, I like that, I like that," he gasped "suck that prick ... suck my black dick ... that's it ... I got a nice big load of white cum just waiting inside these balls, baby, so suck off."
I could tell the instant he thrust his dick inside my mouth, he was going to set our fucking tempo. The men turned on as they watched Willard's huge black prick slide in and out of my mouth.
"Eat his dick, Debbie ... eat that black prick ... ain't that nice ... ohhhhh, babe, give it to him," Marvin gasped as he shoved his dick up my asshole in wild sensual thrusts. I could see the three-way turned him on. Apparently watching, excited his balls to action.
I shoved a finger up Willard's ass; he dug that.
"That's the girl," he gasped, "Ohhhh, ohhhh, I'm gonna' come. Suck, suck me."
He reached down to play with my titties with one hand, while he held my head in his other hand. I was lost in him now. I'd never had such a huge tool thrust down my throat. I dug it. I dug the smell of his hot loins, I liked the feel of my finger shoving up his tight asshole. No doubt about it, I was oversexed, just like Marvin said I was.
"Suck, oh, what a blow job," he gasped.
Now, the two men screwing my asshole and my cunt, were thrusting to climax. My body trembled with all this beautiful sex action going on at one time. Marve gripped my buttocks, holding them in place as he drove his dick up my ass.
"Oh, twist that tail," he panted, "grind your ass around my cock. That's it. Beautiful. Grab my dick. Grab it, ohhhh, I love it. I love it."
Bill was fucking wild. "Snap your pussy, baby, snap it for me. Ohhhh, you're a wild screw. Keep doing that. More. Again. One more time. Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh," he gasped, as he flashed flooded my cunt with his blazing sperm. I felt Willard starting to shoot.
"Eat it, eat it up, baby. Eat my licorice stick. Ohhhh, ahhhh, I can't hold it. I'm shooting, I'm shooting. Gobble my gun ... ohhhh, it's coming..."
I held his penis tightly in my mouth as he unloaded his hot cum. Eagerly I sucked him in as I enjoyed every drop of him. How he dug having me suck it off.
And then Marve threw his arms around me and his dick exploded in my asshole.
"Twist my pecker off, baby, I'm coming. I'm coming," he groaned as he drove his thick dagger up there to the hilt. I churned my ass around, grinding the juices out of his prick. He keep shooting.
"Ohhhh, like that, like that, baby. You know just how to excite me, I dig it ... I dig it," he gasped, driving it in and out until he'd unloaded.
The three of them pulled out of me and I lay there.
"I told you she was oversexed," Marve winked at Bill.
"Best pussy I ever had," he replied, tapping my pussy thank-you.
"You sure know how to suck dick," Willard complimented me.
"Don't tell her, tell me," Marve protested, "I trained her to eat prick on my pecker ... didn't I, lover?"
"He sure did ... every trick in the book. Where'd you learn all those dirty tricks?"
"Oh, a nice clean stripper," he laughed.
"Strippers aren't nice and they're never clean," I complained. "But I will say she taught you everything you know about sucking prick, but who in hell taught you how to eat pussy-not, the stripper, I hope."
"Mom Nature," he laughed, "Just pure instinct, I'm a natural-born pussy eater."
"If that's so, eat her cunt out now," Willard suggested.
"Great idea ... see how I taste," Bill smiled.
"Alright, alright, I'll show you I can do it." He began sucking my tits and licked down to my cunt. With slow, deliberate movements, he plunged his tongue into my pussy.
"Eat it up, eat it up," Willard chuckled in delight.
He eagerly reached inside me with his tongue, licking away at my pussy, devouring the hot cum Bill had shot into' me only seconds before.
"Do I taste good?" Bill asked delightedly, "eat it all up now ... that's it, lick it clean."
"Why don't you eat my ass out, while he sucks your cunt out, baby?" Willard asked.
Soon he straddled my body. His firm, round buttocks came down upon me and he demanded, "Suck my ass out ... come on, suck it out."
My tongue reached out and he slid down on it as I reached for his black asshole. As I stabbed his asshole, with my stiffened tongue, he slid gently up and down.
"That's nice ... that's real nice," he said excitedly, "I'm getting hard all over again. Pull on my prick, while you eat my ass ... okay?"
I reached out for his long dong and began stroking. Marve was going wild, working his tongue up and down my love button. Soon, he was nibbling away and I knew I'd come again.
"Pull it off, sucker, pull it off," Willard insisted. I pulled on his huge, black penis as I ate his ass out. He was sure turned on with this two-way action pitch.
"Fuck it, fuck it good," he demanded, "way up in .there. I like that ... that's it ... reach up in there."
I shot my tongue up there as far as it would go. He dug it, and increased his pace as he pushed his smooth ass up and down on my tongue. I jerked his dick faster.
"I'm coming, gobble it down," he groaned, shoving it to my mouth as I pulled my tongue out of his ass.
Eagerly he shoved his prick into my mouth, and I climaxed, sending my hot stuff gushing into Marvin's mouth. Eagerly, he licked away, enjoying all the hot action in my pussy.
The big black gun unloaded in my mouth as the balls rode my chin. "Suck it off, eat it up, eat my black prick," Willard insisted as I finished him off.
We just collapsed for a moment, and lay there. We had had it. First Bill drifted away and then Willard.
Now, we were alone.
"See, wild chick, I told you that you were oversexed," Marvin smiled.
CHAPTER THREE
We went downstairs and I thought we should go. I didn't want anymore, I'd had enough.
"Oh, the daisy chain," Marve exclaimed.
I glanced to the center of the sunken living room and saw the women in a circle, their legs spread, the men going to town on their cunts.
"Let's get in on this action," he insisted.
"Haven't you had enough!"
"No," he said, pulling me along with him. "You just lie down, and spread your legs and I'll eat your pussy. When they say, 'Cunt time,' I switch cunts and a new tongue eats you."
I'd no sooner spread, and Marve's tongue slid up there than they called 'Cunt time.' He moved on, and a nice-looking Mexican man was over me.
"Hi," he smiled.
"Hi," I replied, and no sooner had I said that, than I felt his wet tongue plunging inside my moist well. With fast, flicking movements he kept his tongue action going. Insofar as speed was concerned, he surpassed Marve. Yet, when it came to cunt-eating know-how, he was no match for Marve's skill.
"Cunt time," the host called, and soon the Mex was replaced with an eager, freckle-faced guy who quickly slid his tongue along my slit. Driving it inside me, he tried nibbling on my clit. He knew how to do this one thing just right and I threshed about. His hands gripped me and his tongue searched inside my hot pussy.
"Cunt time," and again another man was at me. I spread, as he crouched at my genitals. I was beginning to dig the new tongue reaching up there every two minutes or so. Each man had his own technique. Each man would suck on, or lick or nibble at the clit, as he sought to make the female reach climax in split seconds.
Finally they did a turnabout and it was "Cock time." Now the women traded places with the men and a circle of penises presented themselves. I gripped the huge dick in front of me; and licked its crown eagerly.
"Put your mouth around it and suck it," the man demanded. And no sooner had I started sucking than the woman called, "Cock time." I switched cocks quickly. This time I had another black guy. His huge prong begged to be sucked off. But I could see the small amount of time allowed each partner, made it difficult to make it. Guess that was part of the fun of the game.
I vowed I'd eat his thick, black dong so I quickly slid my hot mouth over his prick and sucked.
"Oh, baby, eat that prick, eat it up, suck off ... ahhhh, play with the balls." I reached down to massage his nuts, amidst the cries of "Suck off," going on all about. He reached down, pinning my head to his penis. Thrusting wildly, he came in a wild spasm of sperm.
"Suck, suck, ohhhh, eat it, eat it up ... "
"Cock time," the voice called out. In spite of this, I determined I'd finished eating his cock off. But the girl who was next wanted his load so bad, she pulled me off it, and got down there and finished.
"Get that hot mouth going on my dick," the next man winked. "I saw you make him shoot his gun. Do the same for me."
I eagerly applied my skill to this man. I shoved a finger up his asshole to turn him on and it worked. Almost instantly, he drove his dagger down my throat and I knew he was near.
"Keep sucking. That's it, suck, suck, ohhhh, I'm coming. I'm coming." He held me tight as he unloaded in my mouth. I got all his load before cock time was called again.
Once, we'd made a complete circle, a new activity started. Marvin came rushing over to me. "You'll want to watch this. Linda and her dog. This chick digs dogs. Watch her."
I looked up to see a handsome Great Dane walking to the center of the room. Linda was a shapely brunette and her juicy boobs' bounced as she walked proudly to her position.
Sitting on a chair, she spread. The dog got on his hind legs, and she reached out to grip his penis to guide him into her cunt.
With hard jabs, the dog began screwing her. "Look at that monster, go," Marve laughed. "Stroke me while you watch ... I get turned on every time with Linda and her dog."
"Sock it to me, Baby," she gasped, as the dog drove its thick dick up her gash.
I could tell it turned the audience on. One man flipped his chick over, and began stabbing it up her asshole.
"Wouldn't that be nice?" Marve said, seeing him do this. "Sure, it makes a guy want to ball up the ass watching a dog do it."
"Get on all fours? Like a dog?" I snapped.
"I'd dig that ... " he nodded.
"Oh, damn you, won't you ever get satisfied?"
"I hope not," he smiled. I got on all fours and he spit in his hand. Rubbing the spit around my butt, he spit again and lubricated his penis. Soon, he was driving his pecker up my asshole.
He bent over, and gripped my breasts in his full hands and drove it to me.
"Fuck it, throw your ass back to meet my dick."
I ground my ass, throwing it back to meet his advancing prick. With strong, hard thrusts he kept driving it to me. Over and over he thrust high inside me. The dog continued giving it to Linda. The people around were now copying the ass fuckers who started it all.
Soon it had become a churning, wild ass-screwing session. "Fuck, fuck, fuck it," Marve panted, as he drove it up there. The dog was increasing its pace as it neared climax.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I gasped as he drove it in me. Finally he was there.
"I'm coming, grab your ass, twist ... ohhh, like that ... keep doing that," he groaned as he unloaded his balls. Pulling his dripping dick out of me, he collapsed on the floor. Willard was nearby.
"Hey, I never had your ass," he smiled, "let me try it. Ought to be real nice and slick now."
He drove his dick up me and it glided right in. Soon he was bent over, squeezing my titties, pinching the nipples and his giant-size balls bounced at my butt.
"Ohhhh, you're nice up there," he whispered, "just rotate it around the flagpole a couple of times and I'll get my gun off quick."
I ground my butt, twisting his prick around with it. He jabbed it swiftly back and forth, then I felt him shooting.
"That's it ... we made it, keep it up ... one more time, ohhhh, groovy, I dig, I dig," he gasped, enjoying my ass as much as he liked to have me eat him.
When he was out of me, Linda and the dog had shot their wads and people were going up. I wanted to shower before I went home. I didn't want to go home feeling dirty.
"I'm going to take a shower," I told Marve flatly.
"We gotta' cut out," he complained.
"I'm staying until I have my shower," I insisted. I went upstairs and slowly showered. When I had finished, I found some body powders and splashes in the medicine cabinet and helped myself.
"Hell, you'd think you were getting ready for a date," Marve griped.
But I didn't pay any attention. It was important I didn't go home looking like I'd just finished last at a fuckin' orgy. When we walked out, the owner of the house smiled at me.
"You can leave her here if you want to," he smiled.
"Maybe I should," he grinned.
I didn't say anything. I just wanted to get home as fast as I could. It was plenty late. The moon had come out in the meantime and the lake wasn't all black anymore. Flashes of light streaked down through the clouds here and there.
When Marvin pulled up at my house, I told him, "Maybe we've had it."
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't think I should get deeper in the kind of life you lead!"
"That's nice," he smiled sarcastically, "I give you the best time of your life and you tell me we've had it. How many guys would be so generous as to share their chick with some other men? A lot of people who don't dig the possessive route like this kind of action. It's much more healthy, than the sick-sick society that gets divorces and all that crap."
"You've got your life style all mapped out, haven't you?"
"Yes," he snapped, "and it makes sense."
"To you, but not to me." I got out, slammed the door and walked up the walk to the house, as he drove off.
All girls have problems, but my problem was compounded with the fact I really found my strongest sex desires leading me to my own Dad. I didn't feel dirty when he did it, but this orgy action couldn't be the right thing to do. There had to be some feeling back of it. As I walked into the house, I thought I'd rather not wake Dad.
I undressed quickly and slid into bed. I had just drifted off to sleep, when I felt something. I awoke with a start.
"It's just me, baby doll," he whispered, pressing his naked body tighter to mine.
"Oh, Dad," I sighed. "We can't ... ohh ... "
His lips were on mine, crushing me. His chest pressed on my soft breasts and his arms slipped around me.
As I felt his tongue slid in my mouth. I eagerly tongued him back. I thrilled to these wild emotions, surging through me like this.
"Oh, honey, won't you suck on it for a minute ... then I've got an idea for us."
I wanted to do him. I wanted to excite him with the things I'd learned at the sex orgy. I slid down between his legs. His thighs embraced me as I pulled his peter to my mouth. He was rock hard, a drop of cum forming on the great head. I licked it off and then applied my mouth in earnest.
"Oh, baby, suck it for me, like that. Ohhhh, I love it." But I vowed I'd show him something wild, something different. After a few sucking seconds, I pulled off his penis and lifted his ass up.
"Let me lick you here," I pleaded.
I swung my tongue around his asshole, and as I felt his ass quiver to my tongue-touch, I got turned on all the more. I lashed my tongue all around his asshole, and suddenly stiffened and plunged up there.
He sure liked that, his butt churning about as if he'd flipped.
"Baby, eat my ass out. I like that. I haven't had that since a girl in Panama ate me. Ohhh, baby, do that. Oh yes. I was in the Navy, and we laid over in Panama City. And the girls there do everything. I love it ... keep sucking."
Flicking my tongue in and out of his asshole rapidly, I was massaging his nuts and stroking his prick at the same time. All this action was driving him wild. And this was precisely what I wanted.
When he was almost there, I suddenly yanked my tongue out, and licked the underside of his prick, finishing with my mouth over it. He rammed it to me, holding me down.
"Suck, suck, suck Daddy's dick. Suck it off, Debbie, baby ... ohhhh, I can't stand it, I can't stand it, ahhhh, ohhhhhhhh!"
The cum exploded. I got a hot mouthful as he shot it to me. His body churned about but I held on tight. I wouldn't miss a drop of his stiff if I could help it.
As I slid off his penis, I sighed, "You're wonderful."
"You really dig your Daddy, don't you?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do," I admitted freely.
"Why shouldn't we be lovers?" he sighed. "Isn't it feeling back of the act that counts?"
"Incest is a beautiful thing," I said, resting my head on his handsome chest ...
"I think so too," he smiled. "We just have to never tell anybody, you hear?"
"Never," I promised him.
We fell asleep like this, and then I felt him getting harder. I reached down to stroke it.
"Baby," he whispered, "why don't I put an Enz on my prick and screw you right?"
"What's that?" I asked.
"Just a small rubber sheath I slip over the head of my penis, so I won't give you babies," he explained.
"I can feel all the rest of your prick," I gasped in delight, as I saw him pull the small rubber sheath over the head of his penis. Soon, he was driving it up me. I reached back to feel of his buttocks and pull him closer.
"I love you in me, I love it, Daddy, I love it," I gasped in total delight as his tool thrust far inside me.
"Kiss me, baby, kiss me," he said, as his lips pressed on mine. Soon his tongue was in my mouth and we were tongue-fucking. A scorching Frenching job was bringing us both to a wild climax.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," he gasped, "ohhh, I haven't had it like this for so long, baby, keep grinding."
How glad I was I'd had my experiences that had taught me what every woman should know about screwing.
"That's it ... grab it with your cunt muscles ... Oh, you know a lot. Instinct," he smiled.
And then he came, his huge dick exploded in my cunt as I pulled his ass cheeks toward me. I loved the feel of his penis exploding and only wished I could let him know he didn't have to use a rubber. I'd been screwing with the pill for ages. But I could tell him all that later, so he wouldn't be afraid. For now, it was wonderful enough to lie here, with his throbbing pecker pushing inside me.
"Oh Daddy, I love you, I love you," I moaned; pulling his face toward me and kissing it passionately.
CHAPTER FOUR
The days were narrowing down to vacation time and as we had breakfast one morning, Daddy reached out and took my hand in his.
"Baby, we need a vacation," he smiled.
"Where? When? Oh, Daddy, I love you, I love you." I got out of my chair, walked back of his and threw my arms around him and hugged him. We had to get away from all the pressures. And maybe this vacation would help solve some of the turmoil that whirled around me.
"I've decided on Acapulco," he smiled. "Yes ... Mexico City and Acapulco. They've got a great bargain on a charter flight leaving from O'Hare Airport just one week after you get out of school. How does that sound to you?"
"Oh, wonderful ... wonderful ... I love you, Daddy, gotta' run to school or I'll be late." Marve's honking never stopped until I ran out the door.
"Goodbye, baby," Daddy called after me as I dashed down the walk to meet Marve.
"We're going to be late," he complained as usual. But we weren't. Opening bell rang just as he pulled into the parking lot. By running, we made it. After school I had a chance to tell Marve about our vacation.
"I don't like it," he snapped.
"Why not?"
"What am I going to do for fucks when you're gone?"
"Oh, I'm sure you will find all the available ass floating about in school. As a matter of fact I've heard you aren't as loyal to me as you'd like to have me think you are."
"I swear on a stack of Bibles you are the only chick I've been balling," he said angrily.
"I'm flattered," I sighed, "but I still don't believe you." Marve didn't say another word. He clammed up like this whenever he didn't get involved in a hot argument for fear he might blurt the truth out.
Finally the big day came-Mexico City, Acapulco. I'd seen Elvis on TV in "Fun in Acapulco" and now I was going to see the place for real.
"Got your ticket in your hand?" Daddy asked me as he finished checking our luggage in.
"Here it is," I smiled, holding up my ticket.
"Good," he nodded, "we can't afford any foul-ups. Now let's go to our waiting section because we should be boarding the plane any minute."
We found it at the far end of the enormous lobby, and slumped exhaustedly into the chairs where we were supposed to wait. At last they announced, "Flight No. 456 to Mexico City now loading."
"That's us," Daddy said, rising. He walked quickly to the man taking the tickets and checking us off on the flight list. We walked through a brief tunnel and right onto the huge jet. Soft music was playing and stewardesses were handing out magazines and newspapers.
About fifteen minutes later, the doors were closed and the great engines were turned on. We taxied around the field for a few minutes, and then the engines gunned for the take-off. At last we were in the air. I looked back to see Chicago spread out below, and Lake Michigan looked so blue, so beautiful. I could see buildings I knew.
"There's the Wrigley Tower."
"See the Merchandise Mart?" Dad asked.
"Yes ... and over there is Prudential Tower ... " After we had climbed to what the voice on the speaker said was 30,000 cruising altitude, they took our orders for dinner. Flying was always exciting to me. Yet, I didn't dare think of Mom's fiery plane crash. Daddy and I vowed never to mention it again for as long as we lived.
I fell asleep after dinner and then I remembered, waking up as Daddy nudged my shoulder.
"We're arriving, honey," he whispered just as the voice on the loud speaker system informed us. "We're arriving in Mexico City. The temperature is seventy and it is nine p.m. We hope you have enjoyed your flight and that you will travel with us again when you fly south of the border, down Mexico way."
"Oh, look at the lights," I gasped in happy surprise. Spread out before us on a thousand hills were shimmering lights, glistening in the black velvet night.
"It is beautiful," Daddy smiled softly. When we got off the plane, a taxi sped us to our downtown hotel, the Bamer, situated right across from the beautiful central park of downtown Mexico City.
We had a room on the fifteenth floor. I stepped out on our balcony and looked at the lights shining in the park, the traffic surging far below, and then Daddy asked, "See that white pillared building to the right of the park?"
"Oh, yes, the one that's all lit up."
"That's the opera house. We're going to see the Ballet Folkloric there tomorrow night."
I threw my arms around Daddy, hugging him close to my body. Instantly, I felt his huge peter pressing against me.
"Oh, Debbie, you're driving me crazy," he panted, as he got the wild look in his eyes, and his mouth once again crushed against my lips, his chest pressed hard against my breasts. I couldn't push him away, he'd done so much for me, bringing me all the way to Mexico City to show how much he loved me.
His tongue found mine. Faster and faster our hot tongues flicked up and down in our tongue-sex-prelude.
"Let's undress and do it now ... before we go to see anything. I've got to have you."
The intensity with which he spoke told me the urgency of his feelings. Swiftly I stripped, and he undressed just as quickly. His huge pecker was standing up rigid, ready, anxious.
Walking to him. I instantly dropped to my knees. How I loved to see him from this angle. I reached out, pulling his thick member to my mouth.
"Debbie, you do love me, don't you?"
"You bet I do," I told him, thrusting my tongue out to lick on the head of his beautiful prick. He slid it in slowly, pulling it out and shoving it back. I got a charge out of watching the huge thing slide way out, then thrilled to his giving it back to me again.
"Suck it, honey," he panted, "Suck Daddy's dick ... ohhhh, lover, I need it ... suck ... suck."
At this point, his reserve vanished. He was becoming frantic as he fucked. Ramming the whole thing down my throat, he reached down to grip my head and hold me impaled over his penis.
"Suck, suck, suck that cock," he gasped, driving his meat all the way down my throat unmercifully ...
"Ohhhhh, I love it, I love it," he moaned as he thrust it fiercely in and out.
The smell of his crotch, the sweat pouring down his body, the feel of his fingers in my hair, all added to the enormous delight I was taking from sucking him off.
I knew such huge thrills could never last long. Yet I wished I could hold back time, so I could stop the clock at this most thrilling moment of sex I'd ever known.
"Ohhhh, baby, I'm shooting, I'm there ... don't stop now ... eat me ... eat my stuff," he demanded, as his penis shot its thick creamy load of cum.
I reached out, and with my full hands squeezed his buttocks towards me. He always loved it when I gripped his ass.
"Suck it clean, honey ... get that juice, lick it all up, baby ... suck Daddy's dong."
His dirty-talk always turned me on. I was trembling with excitement, as I slid off my true love's penis. I collapsed in a heap on the floor.
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. As I lay on the bed, I looked up at him and worshipped him.
"Kiss me, Daddy ... kiss me," I begged. He lay beside me and, wrapping his arms around me, started kissing. He kissed my face, licked my lips and tickled my ear with his tongue. Marve was nothing compared to Daddy. Marve was coarse, crude and knew so little about how to make a woman sexually satisfied, I found myself wondering why on earth I ever let him fuck me in the first place.
"Eat me," I sighed, "Oh, Daddy, eat my box."
"I got something to make it nice," he grinned, walking over to his suitcase. I watched as he leaned on an elbow to see what on earth he'd brought with him.
"See," he smiled, holding up a small plastic container. When he got closed, I saw the words honey, written in red. I couldn't figure it out.
"Why did you bring that along?"
"Just wait and you'll see," he smiled knowingly. He reached down and put the nozzle of the yellow plastic container in my slit, and squeezed.
"That feels funny," I giggled.
"But it tastes so good," he laughed, licking his lips dramatically.
"Oh, I get it ... you're going to eat honey out of my box?"
"That's right, baby doll," he smiled. When I was properly squirted with honey, he crouched at my crotch. Eagerly he licked along my sweetened little slit, and suddenly he slid his tongue in my twat and went to town.
"Oh, Daddy, I love that, I love that," I gasped as his tongue twirled around in my snatch. He flicked it back and forth with such speed I gushed. My cum mixed with the honey and, judging from the way he dove right in, it must have tasted mighty good to him.
"Suck me, Daddy, suck me," I stammered as his wild tongue did its beautiful thing in my hot, honey-coated box. When he pulled off me, I told him, "Oh, Daddy, ohhhh, that was beautiful."
Licking his lips, with satisfaction, he grinned, "let's go out on the town."
"I'd love to ... this is the most exciting night I've ever lived."
"You know something?" he glowed.
"I don't know anything," I laughed.
"Well I sure know tonight was the most fun I ever had," and then he hugged me tightly, kissing my hair gently.
We got dressed and went to the top of the Latino Tower for dinner. Once again, the lights all around the city thrilled me. After a fabulous steak, green salad and dessert we went back to our room.
The next morning, we took a taxi out to the pyramids. The huge, old Aztec monuments to the Sun God, and the Moon God fascinated us both.
"They used to take a young girl to the top of that one," Dad pointed, to the Pyramid of the Sun, "and chop her heart out as an offering to appease the angry gods."
"How horrible," I gasped. "Don't tell me any more stories like that ... I'd rather not know."
After seeing the Floating Gardens, the palace on the hill overlooking Chapultepec Park, we booked our flight to Acapulco. The next morning, we got up bright and early and were ready for the airport bus, when it pulled up to the Bamer. The small plane that flew us to Acapulco was more fun in some ways than the big jet. As we soared over the blue seas, and the green mountains rose in the background, the overpowering beauty of the entire area amazed me. We had rooms at La Playa at Caleta Beach. The taxi driver explained Caleta meant Morning and they had tagged it Morning Beach because the sun always comes up and shines early at this enchanted arch of beauty.
"I'm going to get some shut-eye," Daddy said, "I'm still conked out from too much tequila last night."
"Guess I'll get a suntan," I told him. "We get so little in Chicago all year I need one."
So I slipped into my white bikini while Daddy undressed and went to bed. I wondered if perhaps he wasn't hinting for me to have sex with him. It sure did appear that way but I wanted to check the beach action out.
"See you later, Dad. Now, get a good rest."
"Yes," he said softly as he drifted off to sleep, "take care, honey."
"I will," I assured him quietly as I closed the door and walked down the hall to the elevator. When I walked out on the beach I saw an awful lot of people were enjoying the sunshine. I threw down my beach towel and sunglasses and ran right into the blue, clear water.
I hadn't been swimming for five minutes before a handsome dark-skinned Mexican boy with flashing brown eyes, swam right up to me and asked, "Senorita, can you swim?"
"Why, yes," I laughed.
"See if you can swim over to those rocks," he smiled, and before I could say one word, he turned and began swimming swiftly through the waters, heading for the rocks.
I decided to show him I could swim and swim fast. So, I plunged right in and followed. He beat me, of course, because he started first (and he was a fantastic swimmer). Jumping out of the waters, the sun made his brown body glisten. What a handsome young man. Instantly I felt sexy, and felt I must have him. He pulled out of the water onto the rocks and ran until I couldn't see him. I followed, getting my feet bruised a bit on the coarse rocks. As I searched for him I realized it was a rocky, somewhat remote island. And from the backside of the rocky piece of land projecting out of the sea, nobody could see us. We were alone.
"Why don't you take a sun bath?" he smiled from behind a rock.
I said nothing, but reached back and undid my bikini bra. My boobs popped out in their new-found freedom and so did his eyes.
When I continued, sliding out of my bikini bottoms, I saw his jaw hang slack.
"Why don't you sun bathe?" I smiled.
He gulped, slid down his swim shorts and his dagger-like penis popped up in all its splendor. I walked over to him, kneeling uncomfortably on the rocks and pulled his thick member to my mouth.
"Ohhh, suck it, senorita, suck me."
It didn't have to beg for long, as I wanted him as much as he could have possibly wanted me. I sucked around the huge head, and soon he plunged his penis down my throat and began fucking fast. I kept him doing this, for a couple of minutes, but I wanted to have him shove his gun up my cunt, instead of shooting off in my mouth. That could come later. But now, I must have him fucking my cunt.
When I pulled off, he looked nervous and anxious.
"What's your name?"
"Manuel," he replied, "what's your name senorita?"
"Debbie."
"I have to fuck you," he said, intensely.
I lay down, spreading my legs for him. It didn't take him long to straddle me. I looked at his huge penis, and pulled it to my pussy. He put the tip of it in slowly and rammed it up me. My body vibrated with passion and excitement as he fucked away. I reached around to grip his pumping buttocks, sliding one finger up his asshole. He dug that.
"That feels good," he smiled, "ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming." His penis exploded in my pussy and I churned my ass around to milk it dry.
"You are very good screw," he grinned, as he pulled his prick out of my cunt.
"We must do it again," I told him, anxious to try all I knew on his beautiful body. The problem would be how to avoid Daddy's watchful eyes.
"Where you stay?"
"At the La Playa on the beachfront."
"Tomorrow morning I see you again ... what time?"
I calculated we'd have breakfast between nine and ten and figured I could be free by eleven, providing my father didn't have something else in mind.
"I see you tomorrow," he smiled, slipping into his tight-fitting swim trunks. I got into my bikini but not before he had vanished around the other side of the rocks. When I did spot him, he was swimming in the sparkling waters quite a distance away. What speed he had. I decided I'd better return to Daddy anyway. He'd wonder what on earth happened to me.
I dove from the rocks and swam to shore. When I got out of the water, Manuel was nowhere in sight. I hurried back to the hotel and it didn't take me long to get up to our rooms. I was surprised to find Daddy still sleeping. I was about to walk out when he spoke.
"Debbie."
"Yes, Daddy ... "
"Come over here ... "
"Yes, Daddy," I smiled, walking over to the bed. Quickly I slipped under the covers.
"Let Daddy hold his little girl," he whispered, pulling me closer. I soon realized he was bare.
"Oh, you feel so good," he breathed excitedly. His fingers swiftly undid my bra and my boobs were soon being licked by him. At the same time, his hands groped down to pull my briefs off. Once I was naked I felt his fingers working on me down there.
"I have a new way for us to screw," he smiled.
"How?"
"From behind."
"From behind?"
"Up the asshole," he said, feeling of my buttocks with his full hand. "Honey, get on all fours and let's try it."
Reaching down I gripped his enormous tool. It was so big and thick I didn't think he'd ever get it up my tight asshole.
"Hurry up, baby doll, Daddy's loaded."
"Alright, but don't kill me with that big old prick of yours," I told him flatly as I threw back the covers and got on all fours.
As I waited for him to fool around in the bathroom hunting for something or other, I looked at myself in the mirror. What a ridiculous position, I thought. My fanny up in the air, my boobs hanging, and waiting. Finally, Daddy came back, rubbing some greasy gook all over his dick.
"This'll make it go in nice and easy," he grinned, as he reached out to feel my asshole, sliding some of the grease up me with his finger. I would never tell him I'd been screwed up the ass before. Better to let him think I was an asshole virgin.
"Now, just relax," he said nervously as he got behind me and slowly started shoving his meat to me. My asshole was tight as hell and I couldn't imagine how he'd ever manage to get it all in. He placed both hands on my buttocks, and with a powerful thrust drove himself in there.
"Oh, my God," I groaned, as I felt his prick nearly split me in half.
"Easy ... easy does it," he sighed as he thrust in and out. And then it began feeling beautiful. I dug it.
"Fuck ... fuck it ... ohhhh, that's nice ... fuck, tuck, fuck," he gasped as he drove it in and out without mercy.
Bending over, I felt his chest touching my back, and suddenly he gripped my breasts in his full hands, pinching the erect nipples lightly.
"How does Daddy's little girl like it!" he panted.
"Now, you've got it going, it's okay," I told him.
"I'm glad, baby doll, because a good tight assfuck is something I really enjoy."
Saying that, he got up and told me, "Look in the mirror, honey ... watch ... isn't that a beautiful sight ... my dong sliding up your cute ass!"
To my surprise, I found it was erotic and stimulating to watch Daddy's big penis sliding in and out.
"Oh, yes, I dig it ... you've got this way of fucking down to perfection, Daddy. Keep shoving it up there."
"You bet your sweet ass, I will," he gasped as he rode my buttocks. Slapping them roughly, he jabbed it to the hilt.
"Fuck ... tuck ... throw your ass back ... ohhhh, that's it. Fuck it. Fuck, ahhhh, ohhhhh, I dig ... I dig."
I began catching on how to do it. It was important to shove back, while he thrust. He began teaching me more.
"Honey, when I jab to the left, churn to the right ... that'll give my old dick a wild workout."
"Okay, lover," I assured him, twisting my butt to the left as he drove to the right. His great balls bounced on my ass as his hands slapped my buttocks.
"Now, now ... keep twisting ... just like that-ohhhh, one more time. Ohhhh, Debbie honey. I'm coming ... I'm shooting, don't stop now ... ahhhhh, ohhhhh."
He was almost pounding my ass as he threw it in and out in wild, wonderful, cum exploding jabs. The fury of his thrusts, the hot splashes of sperm, his rough slapping on my buttocks made it a fantastic fuck.
"Ohhhhh, baby doll, did Daddy even enjoy this ... " he moaned as he pulled his thick dong out of me. I watched. It was dripping with cum, and he had a wild, happy look flashing across his excited face.
He flipped over and lay on the bed in a heap. "That was too much," he gasped. "You're gonna' do me in with that hot pussy and tight ass." Slapping me once more playfully, I flipped over, throwing my arms around him, kissing his face. "I'm sweaty all over, baby," he smiled. "We better take a shower together," he said as he got off the bed, heading for the bathroom. I followed him quickly.
As the warm hit my body, he soaped me. He made wonderful soap suds of the lather and my breasts looked like two snowcapped mountains.
"Whipped cream titties," he laughs. "Reminds me of what I used to do with a girl I dated."
"I know what you did," I giggled, "You used to cover her breasts with whipped cream' and lick 'em off."
"How did you know?" he laughed.
"That was an easy one," I chuckled.
CHAPTER FIVE
That afternoon Daddy rented a car and we drove to all the different beaches, ending at Sunset Beach, Los Hornos, just as the sun was dipping in the ocean is seemed. The last rays of the dying sun created a fantasy of color in the waters of Acapulco Bay.
"I've never seen anything quite so beautiful," I told him.
"Nor have I," he nodded. "This has to be one of the most beautiful spots on earth."
I saw him glancing at a cute little Mexican chick who was giving him the eye. She had pushed her bikini bra so low, a portion of the nipple was showing. Any moment I expected her to grant a peek-a-boo glimpse of her cunt hairs. It sort of burned me up watching him ogle another female.
"You like that?" I smiled, catching him off-guard as he did his girl-watching.
"It's a beautiful beach, isn't it?" I chuckled.
"Yes, she is," he laughed.
"Where do we go tonight for dinner?" I asked.
"The Sao Paulo looks like a great place," he suggested. "From their balcony you can see the entire bay."
As the stars came out around eight o'clock, we walked up the steps of the Brazil Hotel, into the Sao Paulo restaurant. We ordered the best steak in the house, and a fresh fruit salad. The delicious tropical fruit, grown in the mountains around Acapulco was cloud nine dining. I was tired that night and slept soundly. The next morning, just as I figured we had breakfast at nine-thirty.
"I guess I'll go swimming around eleven," I told Daddy.
"Maybe I should join you," he suggested.
"Oh, no, you don't have to. I like to swim by myself."
"Alright," he said, a bit hurt. But I had to do it this way.
I swam straight for the rocky little island, hoping Manuel would be waiting.
When I got there, I saw other people climbing up on our rocks. This was all wrong. This was our secret place. No one else had any right to do this.
Then I spotted him. He stood there, handsome, bronzed in the sun and flashing his sexy smile.
"Debbie," he exclaimed, "you came back."
"I told you I would." All around us people were watching. How I hated anybody looking at us at this moment. I wanted just one thing sex with Manuel.
"Where can we go?" he asked dejectedly.
For a long moment I couldn't answer. Then I blurted, "My hotel room ... Daddy's out on the beach. We can ... "
"No," he said, shaking his head. "Your Daddy would kill me ... I wouldn't dare."
"My Daddy isn't like that," I smiled.
"What do you mean?"
"It's ... It's ... well, if you must know ... my Daddy fucks me."
"You fuck with father. Oh, my God!"
"I shouldn't have told you," I snapped angrily.
"It is alright, but it makes it more dangerous for Manuel ... now, I must fear a lover and a father ... in the same man ... dangerous."
"Manuel, we can lock the door. Double lock it. When he raps on the door, we can quickly slip back into our swim suits. There's nothing to fear."
"Well ... I guess so, you swim ahead of me and I will follow but we mustn't walk together on the beach. He sees, he follows."
"Stay your distance ... we'll have sex yet ... just don't be afraid of anything."
I didn't say another word. Walking to the edge of the rocky ledge I dove into the refreshing, cool waters and swam as fast as I could for shore. Glancing over my shoulder I saw Manuel some distance behind. But, what greeted me on the beach wasn't what I'd planned on. Daddy was walking away with a sexy Mexican chick. She got in a little red sports car and Daddy got in with her. She gunned the engine and spun down the circling beachfront highway.
When I got in the elevator at La Playa, Manuel was with me. He grinned, but didn't say a word as a couple other people were in the elevator with us. After they both got off on the third floor, he spoke, "This is nice hotel."
"I just love it," I told him. "The view from our floor is great."
We got off, walked down the hall and opened the door to our room. Instantly, he began pulling his shorts off.
"I saw Daddy drive off with a cute little Mexican chick," I chuckled, "so I guess we can have our fun." it didn't take me long to get my bra and briefs off. As I stood there bare ass naked, Manuel suddenly went wild licking away at my body. His tongue licked excitedly on each tittie, nibbling gently on the nipple, and then he made a hot tongue trail to my gash. With one hard thrust of his stiffened tongue, he stabbed me there and I almost came in his mouth.
"Manuel, wait ... don't rush ... we have time," I said, reaching down to push his head away.
"I am hot," he said, rising, his huge dong sticking out dramatically. I reached out, gripping it in its middle and squeezed, reaching down to hold his balls and massage them lightly.
"You are good fucker," he laughed, "you know much about fucking."
Then I got an idea. I released his peter and his balls, and turned to go into the bathroom. I returned with the yellow plastic honey container and smilingly instructed him, "I got a good idea ... I show you something different ... "
"You get on the bed," I told him.
"What's that?" he demanded curiously.
"You'll find out," I smiled, "just get on the bed, lie on your stomach and spread your legs and I'll show you."
He did as I told him, and turned to watch me. I crouched between his legs and then I put the nozzle of the container up his asshole and squeezed.
"That feels funny," he chuckled.
Quickly, I threw the container aside, and got my face buried in his ass.
"Spread your legs for me," I hold him.
"Ass suck," he laughed, "you give me ass suck ... I like."
"I squeezed honey up your ass, so I can suck your sweet ass out," I laughed.
"Beautiful," he gasped, "I squeezed honey up your cunt, I eat your pussy."
"Sure," I told him, "that's how I got the idea for this. Now, arch your ass up to me so I can get in there and lick."
He turned his ass up to meet my tongue. Soon I was twirling my tongue all around his asshole, and shoving. With intense thrusts I got up his asshole with my tongue and licked. The honey tasted delicious, and how he loved it.
"Ohhhhh, I like it, I like it," he panted, "keep sucking. Ahhhhh, ohhhhh, suck, suck it ... suck my ass out."
Gripping both ass cheeks firmly, I bore down with my tongue and gave his smooth, brown ass a hot suck he'd never forget. The honey tasted tremendous, but the excitement came with the way he pushed his ass up to me as he turned on with wild excitement.
"Fuck ... fuck, fuck it," he gasped. I stiffened my tongue and thrust it in and out, faster and faster. He wiggled his ass around all directions. I held on tight.
When I knew I'd have to work fast, I told him, "Flip over, fucker."
He flipped over and threw his huge tool in my face. I gripped his enormous, thick dick, seeing the drop of glistening cum on the head of his shaft. Swiftly I stuck my tongue out and licked it clean. Then I put my mouth around the whole penis and he shoved.
"Suck ... suck that cock ... eat it up ... eat my prick." With wild thrusts he drove his tool down my throat, holding me down with his hands clamping tightly on my head.
"Ohhhh, lover, suck me," he begged, "suck my prick. Suddenly he shot his load, the thick hot cum splashed down my throat.
"I'm coming," he groaned in sexual ecstasy, "I'm coming." He threw his head back and forth as he kept pumping his pecker to me in his wild ecstasy.
He tasted delicious. I loved him at this wonderful moment as he let me devour his delicious load. I clung to his cock until I'd finished him off, savoring every delicious drop of his beautiful prick.
"You dig, huh!" he grinned.
As I slowly slid off his pecker, I nodded, "Oh, yes, Manuel ... I do dig you-every inch of you."
He laughed, "Now, it's my turn ... let me put honey in your asshole and in your cunt too."
"If you want to," I told him, stretching out and relaxing for a brief moment.
"Yes ... yes, I want to," he exclaimed, reaching for the yellow plastic honey container. I spread my legs for him and he grabbed a pillow and slid it under me.
"Lift," he said as he wadded the pillow up. I lifted my butt, resting in on the pillow and spread. He crouched between my legs and poked the honey nozzle up my asshole and squeezed.
"Ohhhh," I chuckled, "that feels funny."
"Don't wiggle your ass till I'm through."
I tried to lie still but it did make me laugh. Pulling it out, he stuck it in my cunt. He squeezed. My cunt went sticky with honey. Quickly pulling the nozzle out, he threw it aside.
"Suck my ass," I laughed.
He didn't answer. Instead he lifted my buttocks in his firm hands and held me while he stuck his tongue out and licked all around my asshole ...
"Ohhhhh," I moaned, "Faster ... faster ... I love that. It's a wild sensation ... keep it up ... "
Manuel's fast-flicking tongue knew just how to go in there and do its thing.
"Suck me ... suck me," I begged, knowing I'd come soon with the excitement this intense, the thrills this fantastic.
Hastily he took his honey-coated tongue out, and licked along my gash. My body was quivering by now, and he had to hold me still to get his tongue in. my cunt.
"Ohhh, Manuel," I moaned, as I threw my hands down to hold him over my pussy ... "suck me, suck me ... eat me, hot lover, eat me up."
The tongue probed inside my moist cave, licking at the honey eagerly. Suddenly he focused his tongue movement on my clit, gingerly darting his tongue back and forth in a tantalizing manner.
"Suck me, ohhh, Manuel-eat my pussy, eat it up ... eat that cunt ... that's it, suck, suck, suck it."
I could no hold it no longer. My cunt gushed in his mouth. He pressed down on my snatch, using his mouth like a suction cup as I shot my hot load.
"I love it, I love it," I gasped in delight as he finished me off. As he came up for air, I knew one thing for damn sure, Manuel was no amateur pussy-eater. He had to be a pro to know all the little things to do to excite me the way he did.
He came up grinning, with a wicked, knowing look.
"You like, senorita?" he asked.
"You know I do," I laughed, as he came up over me and applied his mouth to my tittie, nibbling on a nipple. "I bet a lot of women hire you to eat them, don't they?"
He lifted up for a moment, glanced at me and without answering began sucking on the other tittie. I guess it was foolish of me to ask. He hadn't asked me anything for sex, what difference did it really make who he fucked, or if they paid him?
Finally he worked his way up to my mouth. His lips crushed mine in a passionate, fiery kiss. Our tongues locked in a scorching Frenching session.
As he pulled his tongue out of my mouth, he said, "I'd like to fuck you on the rocks again."
"I dig that too."
"Senorita," he smiled, "I know a little beach that is privado."
"Privado?"
"Private ... where we go naked and nobody can see ... It is dangerous water if you go out very far ... heavy undertow ... but you can run naked on this beach, and fuck under the sun."
"Will you take me there?"
He smiled, as if he knew I'd give anything to fuck with him one more time. We went into the shower together and washed each other off. Then I hugged him, kissing him and said goodbye. We'd been screwing for so long I knew it was about time for Daddy to come back. Manuel hadn't been gone ten minutes before Daddy opened the door.
"These damned little cunts," he snapped.
"What's wrong?"
"Plenty," Dad snarled, "I go up to this chick's hotel room and get all undressed and ready and she demands money for it ... twenty five bucks for a lousy little blow-job."
"Oh, Daddy, why are you going to call girls' rooms when you've got your own sweet daughter Debbie to blow your prick?"
That was his cue, and a perfect cover for all the sex action I'd been having. If I carried on with him, I figured he'd never suspect how much sex I'd been having with others.
"Get a load of this," he smiled, flashing his huge penis before my eyes.
"I'll suck it fast ... you're as horny as hell, aren't you?"
"Sure am, baby doll," he said short of breath, walking quickly over to the bed. He climbed in the bed and straddled me. With my head propped up on the pillow and his penis pointing for my mouth he slowly eased it in.
"Suck on this," he smiled. "That's a good girl ... suck on Daddy's dick."
The head of it touched the back of my throat, and the awful gagging feeling surfaced, but I managed to keep my cool and he could tell he was feeding me too much dick and pulled out.
"Let's try another angle," he suggested. Pulling his peter out, he flipped over on his back.
"This is better," he said," you just grab it and suck on it and you'll have a good time." I pulled his peter to my mouth and started sucking. It didn't take him long until he rammed it down my throat.
"Suck me," he gasped excitedly as he thrust his dick down my throat. "Suck it off."
I massaged his balls, as I sucked on his dick. He had good aim and didn't strangle me with it as he shoved it down my throat.
"Ohhhh, that's it ... that's it ... go after the juice." He was really pumping it to me now and I pulled on his nuts, enjoying every second of it.
"Suck ... suck, ohhhh, I'm coming. Ahhhh, keep sucking that prick ... ahhhh, ohhhh." The cum flooded down my throat, delicious, thick and hot as he continued thrusting until he finished shooting. As I slid off his dick, I smiled, "See, Daddy, we don't need anybody else."
I figured this was about a good a cover-up statement as I could make. My timing was right. After the whore-doll had turned him off it was my turn to turn him on.
"Baby," he smiled, "it's you and me from now on. I'm glad I can count on you for a good time."
"You can always count on me for that, Daddy," I giggled, glancing off as I listened to the sound of laughter, music and the waves waft up from the beach below.
CHAPTER SIX
Next morning I deliberately asked Daddy, "Do you mind, dear, if I go shopping alone in the Zocalo?"
"Why, no, if you want to ... " He never even got the least bit suspicious and I was glad for that.
I met Manuel as I swam at Caleta and I told him, "My Daddy is watching us so I better meet you downtown at the Zocalo."
"I swim away," he smiled, "I see you in one hour." When I got to the Zocalo I looked all around and didn't see Manuel at all. Finally, I heard a voice calling, "Debbie over here."
I spun around and there he was in a car with another Mexican boy.
"Get in the car with us," he grinned. What could I do but hop in. I had promised I'd meet him, but this was an unexpected surprise.
We swung around the highway winding above the colorful old church in the downtown square, and soon we had a panoramic view of the blue bay down below. As we whizzed along the highway I couldn't help marvel at the lush green trees, the brilliantly tinted flowers and the clear blue sky above.
It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and when we descended on a remote strip of beach, which stuck out like a finger of sand from the mainland, I had to tell Manuel; "This is fabulous ... I've never seen anything like it ... is that the beach where you can run around in the nude?
The other man answered before Manuel could, "Yes, senorita ... everybody go nude on this beach."
After he found a remote spot to park the car, we got out, and both men began undressing.
"Hurry up," Manuel smiled, "undress."
"Aren't you going to introduce me?" I complained ...
"I'm sorry," he chuckled, "Debbie, meet Carlos ... Carlos meet Debbie."
Just as he was about to say my name, he'd finished stripping and was standing there with a huge hard-on.
"Glad to meet you, Debbie," he grinned, "and I'm dying to see all of you."
"You've got a good build, Carlos," I said quietly, eyeing his joint and his flexing muscles. It didn't take me long to get my clothes off. When my boobs bounced out, he just gulped. When my pussy appeared, he licked his lips nervously.
Soon Manuel was undressed and the three of us started running across the brilliant sands.
As we got near the water, Carlos pulled at me.
"Lie down here," he smiled. I fell down on the sand, laughing aloud as Carlos, Manuel and I fell into an impossible heap.
"You ever in Mexico before?" he smiled.
"No ... never ... "
"You have good time here," he said, gripping his heavy penis. "You want it?"
"Every inch of it ... "
"I give it to you," he said tightly. Soon, he was rolling me over on my side and spitting in his hand. Wiping his own spit on the head of his penis, he next used his finger to get some moisture at my asshole. Suddenly, he had my cheeks apart and was pushing his penis with all his might.
"Fuck ... fuck it ... " he said hotly. All at once I felt the mammoth dick go past my tight anal ring. One second of this and I thought I'd come apart at the seams.
"Ohhhh, that's beautiful," he groaned, as he drove his tool up my asshole.
"Now, let me get it in her pussy," Manuel insisted. Carlos slowed his pace, while Manuel got on the other side of me and slowly fitted himself in. Now, my pussy and my asshole were being solidly fucked.
"How do you like this?" Manuel smiled.
"I ... I'm getting used to it."
"She loves it," Carlos said, reaching around me to hold my ass, so he could time his thrusts better.
"Fuck ... fuck ... keep that ass moving. Ohhhh, I dig that ... I dig it," Carlos gasped as he pumped away excitedly. Manuel thrust it smoothly in and out of my gash. As my titties pressed his chest, and his lips found mine, I felt I'd go out of my gourd. I loved the sound of the sea, the feel of their huge peckers pushing up my ass and my cunt. I couldn't wait for that explosion.
"I'm coming ... ohhh, grab that cock ... twist your ass all around it ... fuck ... fuck ... it."
As I increased my pace for Carlos, I felt Manuel riding me faster, faster.
"I'm coming too," he grinned, "that's it ... milk our cocks. Grab it ... twist it, ohhhh, I love it, I love it." I knew he wasn't fooling. From the wild way he kept his hammer dick pounding up my pussy I knew he did love it, and I was glad he did.
When Carlos finally slid his cum-slick prick out of my behind, he slapped by buttocks playfully, "she's got a good ass on her."
"You'll have to screw her cunt too," Manuel grinned. "She's a great chick."
"What do you do?" Carlos asked.
"Do ... I ... I'm here on vacation. I'm just out of high school."
Surveying my body calculatingly, he nodded, "You ought to be a model."
"You think I'd make it as a model?"
"With knockers like that, and your face ... "
"Don't forget those legs," Manuel reminder. "And those legs, and that pussy ..." he added quickly.
"We've got to get back to work," Manuel told him.
"What kind of work do you do?"
"I'm a singer," he smiled. "I sing in the hotels at lunchtime, dinner and late at night. It is almost lunchtime."
"Let's take a dip in the water," I said.
"Don't go in very far ... there is a dangerous undertow," Manuel warned. I ran to the seashore, bare ass naked and loving it. I wanted the water to lap my body and clean me. But as I got in deeper I felt the pull of the undertow. Suddenly I was being sucked out to sea. I turned, but the wave roared over me, enveloping me in a watery enclosure. Soon I felt the arms of both of them around me, pulling me against the strong undercurrent. As we scrambled at last on the shore, Manuel said, "You must listen to me, senorita ... I say don't go in the water ... It is dangerous ... It is dangerous."
"I'm sorry ... I guess you were right ... I ... don't listen to what anybody says sometimes and I get in trouble."
"I will be late," Carlos complained. We rushed back to the car, slipped on our swim suits and got in, and sped off. Up the lush tropical mountain and down the other side to the blue, blue Acapulco Bay. At least we were speeding along the ocean drive and then Carlos pulled to a noisy halt.
"I leave you here," he said rapidly. "We had good time, senorita ... thank you for bringing me to her, Manuel." He handed something to Manuel and then he turned into the hotel parking lot.
I didn't say anything to Manuel but I was thinking plenty. He had pimped for me, and made money on my body. I didn't dig his scene at all.
"I get a taxi, take you back to Caleta," he smiled.
"I'm going by myself," I told him tightly.
"Why?" he asked in total disbelief and surprise.
"You figure it out," I snapped.
As I walked rapidly away from him, he called after me, "I can never figure women. Thank you for a good time, senorita ... muchos gracias ... thank you."
I didn't look back. I'd had enough of him. I wanted to find someone who wasn't double-crossing me. I wanted someone to like me for just being me ... if that were possible.
When I heard the sudden screech of a car stopping, I turned to see a handsome, young blond man.
"I'll give you a lift," he smiled, his innocent blue eyes flashing excitedly.
"I'm just going to Caleta ... "
"That is a long way," he laughed, "hop in."
I got in his car and he instantly began telling me all about himself.
"I'm from Florida," he said, "This is a lot like Florida, you know. I water-ski at the Everglades show. You ever been to the Everglades water-ski show?"
"No ... I haven't," I told him, "I'll bet it is a beautiful show ... "
"You'd love water skiing yourself ... you ever try it?"
"I'm from near Chicago. We go skiing in snow there." Just that moment, we were whizzing past the water-ski school hugging the arch of the bay.
"How about trying it right now. I can teach you." I looked behind and there was Manuel following in a taxi. I didn't want him on my tail anymore and I thought it might be a good thing to try water-skiing with my new-found enthusiast. Or was it really water-skiing that made him burn with all that enthusiasm?
"Sure, I'll try ... but go easy on me," I told him. He grinned from ear to ear, like he was already eating me.
"I'll park right here and we'll have you on water-skis in a minute."
Manuel's taxi whizzed by and I sighed a grateful sigh of relief. We went over to the ski school, obtained skis and rented a speedboat.
"We don't even know each other," he grinned. "My name is Gabriel. But they call me Gabe for short."
"I'm Debbie. Glad to meet you, Gabe."
We got in the boat and soon, he explained it to me. When I got my nerve up, we went back to shore. I got on the skis, held the rope and promised to hold on tight until I was riding the waves on the skis. The first three times I went down. But the fourth time I made it. What a thrill to flash through the boat's waves and skim the surface so smoothly on the skis, it seemed like flying.
After we had lunch, Gabe suggested, "Can I take you to my hotel? You should see the view from my place."
"Is that the only reason you want me to go up there?" I asked him bluntly.
"That's strictly up to you," he grinned.
"I'll take you up on that," I told him frankly.
When I saw the view he was speaking about, I flipped. You could see for miles down the coastline.
I turned to tell him how fabulous it was, when I saw him standing there naked, ready.
"How about it?" he said sexily.
"How about what?"
"Sucking my prick."
"I'm a sixty-nine girl," I told him, sliding my bikini bra off, letting it fall casually to the floor.
He reached out to touch them.
"Ohhhh, they're beautiful," he panted, his eyes aglow. "Wait'll you taste them," I giggled, "and the fire down below is heating up a nice hot lunch ... "
"When I look at your cunt ... I'm glad I'm on a liquid diet," he laughed. Walking over to me, he picked me up in his arms, and caveman style, led me to his bed. He deposited me on the bed, and climbed on himself. It didn't take him long to arrange our bodies so that my mouth met his penis, his mouth was even with my pussy.
When I felt the wet lash of his tongue on my gash, I shook all over. He had his tongue movements down to perfection.
"Rim me first," he whispered.
"What is rimming?"
He broke up laughing, "Baby, didn't anybody ever rim you before?"
"Well how in hell do I know if I don't even know what rimming is?"
"Rimming is eating somebody's ass out ... "
"Oh, I've done that ... I call it ass-sucking."
"If you prefer ... suck my ass out," he laughed.
"Anytime," I said, reaching over to pull his blond ass-cheeks apart and insert my tongue. Soon I was licking all around his asshole. I thrilled when I felt his tongue doing the same thing to me. From twirling, and licking he proceeded to stiffen his tongue and thrust it up my asshole. I did the same thing for him: Tongue-fucking each other's butt proved a very exciting prelude to eating each other out.
"Suck my prick," he finally said excitedly, as he pulled out quickly. "I'm hot to trot, honey, and I'll shoot my gun if you don't glom your mouth on it and fast."
Hastily I pulled his penis to my mouth and licked all around its head.
With one good hard thrust, he drove it down my throat and fucked up a storm.
"Suck that prick ... suck it, hear? Ohhhh, that's good. That's a good cocksucker ... go after the juice. Eat it ... eat that prick ... eat that dirty thing ... eat it up ... "
His dirty talk, his begging, his pumping penis turned me on, full sucking speed ahead.
At this point, he drove his tongue up my twat and began stabbing away.
"I like it, I like it," I groaned, removing my mouth from his hot dong for one second.
"Get your mouth back on my prick," he protested. "I'm almost there, cocksucker ... now, suck it."
Gripping his penis, I capped my mouth over it and began sucking. "Ohhhh, that's nice ... that's it ... keep that up." He then went back to eating my pussy. With light, probing tongue-thrusts, he swept around inside my cunt. As he built back to his own, hard-driving tempo, his tongue flicked faster and faster. All at once, he focused the tongue action on my clit, sucking it, nibbling on it and exciting me.
"Beautiful ... ohhhh, I'm coming. I'm coming," he interrupted his cunt-eating. "Ahhhh, lover, suck it all down ... go after the juice. Ohhh, that's tremendous ... I can feel it all the way down to my toes. Suck ... suck it off."
His huge penis shot its hot load. I licked the creamy, thick cum off his prick, savoring every second. As I was doing this, he returned to eating me and I climaxed. Gushing in his mouth, he ate me anxiously. His tongue licked all around inside me, causing my body to tremble and quiver in mounting excitement. We didn't quit eating each other until we were drained. As we pulled off each other's genitals he told me, "We were like a couple animals in heat."
"I know we were ... and it's not because of Vitamin-E either ... I'm just oversexed, I guess."
"I feel so relaxed after I have sex," I told him. "I guess I'm just a whore at heart."
"Maybe you are ... turn your tail into your fortune. Charge them. You know that's how they all make it."
"You might have a point," I said, leaning up on an elbow and glancing into the mirror. My weighty breasts, with their round, red nipples could turn any man on.
"They've even got Lezzes out there who'll help you if you can't find a man."
"Is the competition that bad out there?"
"You bet your sweet ass it is," he smiled.
"But maybe I've got something the others haven't," I smiled proudly, my eyes still fastened to my naked reflection in the mirror.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When I got back to the hotel, there was Daddy sitting in a chair in the lobby looking angry.
"Where have you been?" he demanded.
"Swimming."
"Not at this beach'"
"Oh, no, Daddy ... I took a bus to the nicest beach ... La Condessa."
"I want to talk to you up in our room," Daddy insisted.
"Alright," I agreed. We went up to the room and he was roaring mad.
"I get the feeling you are doing things with other men," he insisted.
"Oh, Daddy," I smiled, as I began undressing. "You are just jealous ..."
Studying my naked boobs closely, as I pulled off my bikini bottoms and walked over to him, I thought I'd better turn his motor on for one more fucking session-I vowed it would be our last.
"Why don't you undress too?" I asked him quietly as I slithered across the room, wiggling just right to turn him on.
He could never resist having sex with me. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his swim trunks. Sure enough his big old prick jumped up nice as you please.
I dropped to my knees, and pulled the rigid pecker to my lips. Slowly, teasingly I stuck out my tongue licked all around its head.
"Oh, baby, I don't mean to snap at you," he whispered excitedly, "it's just that you turn me on so much I worry about you fucking anybody else."
"Get on the bed, Daddy," I said, when I had his cock rock hard.
Obediently, he walked to the bed. He lay on his back, and I reached for a pillow.
"Lift," I smiled, as I shoved it under his beautiful buttocks. He spread his legs and I got in there and licked around his asshole. I figured I might as well make our last fucking session a real scorcher.
He rolled his head back and forth on the pillow as I swung my tongue around his asshole.
"Oh, honey ... I like that, I like that," he panted. They all dig being rimmed, I thought to myself as I licked away. Stiffening my tongue, I plunged it up his asshole and watched him grind his butt. He twisted in sexual ecstasy and I was forced to hold him down or he'd pull his ass away.
"Suck my ass ... suck it, honey, suck it," he begged. I loved hearing him begging me to do things to him. I reached up to jerk his penis as I sucked. The double action really turned him on.
At the magic moment our orgasm neared, I knew enough by now to tear my tongue out of his asshole, and lick his balls. How he dug that.
"Suck on each nut," he insisted. Carefully I pulled each ball into my mouth and sucked it soothingly. But our time to climax neared, so I let his balls drop, licked up his dong from the underside and then capped the crown of his cock with my hot mouth.
Now, his hands reached down to hold my head in line with his thrusting penis.
"Oh, Debbie, suck Daddy off ... that's my girl ... suck me ... suck my dirty prick ... "
He twisted his butt all around the bed as he thrust his manhood to me. I felt his balls touching my chin as I gobbled down his prick. At this moment, the love I felt the first time he gave me his load, surged through me. I desired him desperately.
"Oh, baby, Daddy's going to give you a good load ... that's it ... suck it like that ... go after the juice ... "
I gripped his thighs as he rammed it mercilessly down my throat.
"Suck it, Debbie, suck it," he gasped, as his sperm load shot down my throat, creamy, hot, delicious.
I devoured him, every drop of his sticky hot jism. I pulled off his peter and grinned, "Now, Daddy, you've got to eat my pussy."
"Get up here, sweet box," he smiled. I climbed on top of him and his tongue flashed out and swept around my asshole. Holding me in place, he guided his tongue up my butt and I rotated my ass around it.
"Oh, Daddy, I love it when you rim me ... do it."
That did it. He yanked his tongue out of my ass, and said, "Who told you ass sucking was rimming?"
Now I'd done it, indirectly revealing my last screwing session. I thought fast.
"I read one of those dirty books, Daddy," I giggled.
"You haven't been sucking somebody else, have you?"
"Silly, no-now get your tongue back there and finish eating me."
He got his tongue going again, and soon the fabulous thrills were flashing through my body once more.
"Ohhhh, I dig it, I dig it," I gasped, "but I'm going to come if you don't get that tongue up my snatch."
He took my cue, pulled out, and flung his tongue up there.
I watched in the mirror as his hands pulled me to his face and his tongue flicked in and out of my box like a penis.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," I gasped. "Ohh, Daddy ... I can't stand it ... I can't stand it." The hot stuff was pouring down my pussy as he sucked on it.
"Suck me ... eat it up ... eat it up, Daddy, eat it." He fastened his face to my cunt, gripping me tightly and finished eating. When I knew he was satisfied, I pulled away and lay down.
I figured now was the time to tell him I'd come of age and must go out on my own. When his hammer-dong was satisfied, it was time to grip the moment.
"Daddy, I'm a big girl now," I told him softly.
"That you are," he smiled, reaching over and pinching on my titties playfully.
"I ought to be on my own."
"On your own?" he asked in shock. "What do you mean, Debbie?"
"Well, Daddy, I want to follow the sun. Being here in Acapulco had made me realize just how much I dig the beautiful sunshine ... I don't like our gray winters in Chicago."
He gulped, "You are going to leave me alone."
"I have to someday," I tried to explain to him.
"Someday, but baby not now."
"I'm afraid it must be now or never," I told him. "I've made up my mind."
"Maybe you'll change your mind," he suggested anxiously.
"You can write to me ... "
"Write," he laughed, "Oh, Debbie, you don't understand a man's feelings. When I touch you, when I thrill to you I'm the luckiest, the happiest man in the world. But when you are away, I'll be the goddamn loneliest fellow in hell."
"We've made our own private little hell," I told him.
"You've got to be kidding," Daddy said angrily, "you call our beautiful sex hell."
"When I can't have you as a lover or husband, yes. We can never smile at each other, wink, hold hands ... nothing. It always has to be secret, behind locked doors. Acting all the time."
"You can't have everything," he argued. "Please, listen to me, honey. Nobody has it just the way they want it. You've got to listen to reason."
"I'm sorry, Daddy ... I didn't mean to hurt you."
That hit him in the pit of the stomach. He'd been hurt so terribly when Mom died. Now our love was dying ... I was putting it to death. But I had to. I feared where it might lead. I was young, vivacious, and packed with sex appeal all over my body. I vibrated to other men-I couldn't hold myself just for him. And it was better I break it off now-before we got any deeper.
"Alright," he nodded grimly. "I guess I always knew this day would have to come ... "
"Oh, Daddy," I sighed, unable to find words to fit his needs.
Reaching over he stroked my body gently, and then he came closer and kissed my shoulders softly.
"A beautiful girl like you cannot be caged in a father's demented love. You've got to be free ... free to find yourself."
I threw my arms around him, pressing my breasts hard on his manly chest.
"I knew you'd see it my way," I told him quietly, "because you really love me ... not just a screwing, fucking kind of love, but you feel for me."
"Yes, I do," he whispered, his eyes moistening, as he brushed the side of his face against mine and kissed my forehead tenderly just like any normal father would do to his daughter when they were parting.
But how well I knew this father-daughter relationship was frighteningly different. And I hoped my plan to move out west, would work to get us both on the path toward something right. Even though I loved having sex with him, and I knew my body really got his engine going, I knew it was all wrong.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The full impact of my decision to leave Daddy never really hit me until I was back home in Chicago. Here, I realized how awful it was to leave behind all the things you'd saved and collected through the years. Childhood memories tugged at me, but I had to remain firm to my decision to leave which I knew was the only wise course.
"Couldn't we have sex one more time?" Daddy said the night before I was set to go.
I looked in his eyes, and I couldn't say no.
"I'd love it" I smiled, "we do love each other."
"Let's have champagne," he said, "music, something to remember me by."
I flipped. Daddy was from another era ... a funky time when they had to open bottles of champagne and play ridiculous love songs while they screwed. I hated the whole phony setting he was creating. The silver ice bucket overflowed with ice as the champagne cooled and he put on some romantic music.
"Daddy," I smiled, "do you mind if I put on some music to screw by ... "
His jaw dropped. He gulped, "Yes, baby doll ... you just play anything that makes you happy."
"I want the African drum-beats."
"What?"
"I want you to fuck me as fast as they beat the drums. I need a wild fuck tonight ... and you'd better fuck me wild."
Unzipping, he pulled out his now hard pecker. "I think we can make it wild," he grinned. "Now, let's get cracking."
He got out of his shirt, pants and pulled off his shorts. I stripped to the buff and he poured me champagne. We drank it down quickly. I was feeling giddy and high. No doubt about it I was loaded.
"Fuck my cunt tonight," I told him, "I've had the pill."
"You were thinking of us having sex, too," he grinned excitedly.
"Yes, yes, Daddy, I was. And I want your shaft without that sheath of rubber coming between us. I want to feel your skin in me."
"Oh, baby doll," he said coming over to me. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips to mine and kissing me.
I felt his hammer-dong against my gash. Now I was crazy to get him inside me so we could have our fuck. "Oh, Daddy ... let's do it quick ... I'm so hot." He picked me up, and carried me to the bed. I spread my legs for him, and when he straddled me with his huge pecker aimed at my pussy, I thought I'd go out of my gourd.
"Fuck it," I gasped. He shoved his tool in side me and began giving it to me.
I reached around, gripping his buttocks, pulling him tighter to me as he slammed it home.
"Do it in time to the African drums, Daddy ... that's screwing wild. I want it hot, and fast and horny."
"Baby, open your mouth. I'll tongue fuck your face while I stab your pussy."
I opened my lips, his tongue found mine and he flicked his tongue over my quivering tongue at tremendous tempo. I kneaded his firm, round buttocks in my hands as he thrust inside me.
"I love it," I gasped, pulling away from his mouth a moment. "I love the feel of the head of it sliding inside of me ... ohhhh, keep doing it ... I love it."
I drove one finger up his asshole, and sort of guided his buttocks as he charged up me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck that cock," I gasped, "let me feel it all up there. I want it all. Shove it ... fuck me in time to the drumbeats. That's it ... ohhhh, Daddy, fuck it."
As the savage drumbeats pounded out their sensuous beat, I thought I'd go out of my gourd. His cock thrusts were timed to their tempo just like I wanted them to be.
"Those Africans got the beat," I moaned as I felt him ram it up there with feeling in time to the beat.
"Baby, a man can't last long doing it like this," he gasped, driving it up there with the full fury and force of a savage fucker.
"Ohhhh, I dig this," he told me, "twist your ass around. That's it ... Grind it. Snap that pussy."
I did a bump and grind, gripping his dick tightly in my twat. This got him hotter.
"Fuck ... fuck, fuck," he cried, as he rammed it to the finish line, flooding my pussy with his joy juices.
"Ohhhh, I'm there ... baby, I'm coming, keep your ass moving. Ohhhh, like that ... don't stop now, let me finish. Ohhhh, I love your cunt, Debbie, I love it."
I was coming, too, now. On target, like real lovers.
The fucking session had reached a shattering climax just like our love. This was it. I knew it had to end. The way we could turn on with each other, and fuck every conceivable way was almost madness. I certainly hoped I'd never meet any man who did so much for me because it was too much. He didn't pull out right away. He lay there, pressing against me, peppering my face with little kisses.
"I love you, Debbie, I love you," he whispered, "you can't go now ... now that we know how much we mean."
"I must go ... oh, Daddy. I don't want to ... but where could this end ... It might kill either one of us because we fit too well, we love too well."
That was my last time with Daddy. The next morning he took me to O'Hara Airport and I got on a jet for Los Angeles.
"Goodbye, baby doll," he smiled, through tear-streaked eyes. "Take care, now, please ... write to me."
I kissed him goodbye and boarded the plane. I didn't promise him anything. I wanted to close that Chapter of my life for good. If I al-lower myself to carry a torch it might burn out my life.
The flight was fantastic. The plane dipped low over the Grand Canyon and I quickly got out my camera and took a picture of it. By the time we got to the San Bernadino mountains I had managed to pull myself together, vowing to forget Daddy and our sex relationship forever.
By the time, we lowered to land in Los Angeles I was in very good spirits. The sparkling lights of the city down below, spread out for miles in all directions, excited me. It was a remarkably beautiful sight, and now I was anxious to see it closeup.
When I got off the airport bus at a Hollywood hotel, I looked about. What a fabulous city I thought. Tower apartments of steel and glass loomed on all sides. Grauman's Chinese Theater with its strange forecourt with footprints, the circle tower restaurant at Holiday Inn, Max Factor's shimmering black sky scraper, and then an ugly old building with phony elegance attracted my eye. It was early Roman style, but early Hollywood copy. It looked like a movie-set more than an actual building. But as I walked closer to it, I saw the prices. Fifteen dollars a week caught my eye on a gaudy red sign in front of the third staircase leading to its entrance.
I checked in at the apartment building and began to wonder if it was a cat house.
"Hi, sexy," a nice-looking young man smiled as I walked down the hall.
I didn't pay him any mind at all. I certainly wasn't peddling pussy. When I found some well-off man who owned a model agency or a person with power connected with films, I'd certainly be willing to give them a screw of their life-but not for cheap people who'd live in a fire-trap like this dump.
Inside my depressing room, I glanced out to see the mountains rising behind me in the distance. I saw an old house that resembled something out of the 1890's halfway up the mountain and at the crest there was an oriental mansion of enormous size. It fascinated me.
But inside the room, the chipped-paint on the walls depressed me. And there was the distinct odor of garlic from somebody cooking.
I didn't even unpack. I just dropped on the bed and drifted off to sleep. I woke up around eleven and realized how all alone I was. The hurt I felt at the sudden realization I was on my own with a hundred and twenty dollars to my name hit me with a wallop amidst such morbid surroundings. I vowed. I'd check out of there and get in a place that didn't depress me. This was the type of rathole that could make Pollyanna contemplate suicide.
I just picked up my lone bag of luggage, walked down the hall, down the creaking staircase and through the fleabitten lobby to the series of phony steps. As I descended the third terrace, I felt a lift. Free at last. Walking down the street I saw a new hotel it had class, elegance and what I needed-a lot of prestige. Why should I lock myself in failure. If I had faith in myself, I should prove it by risking my money.
"How much is it?" I asked, when I looked at the picture on the suite of the tenth floor.
"Forty dollars is all," the desk man smiled.
"I'll take it," I told him. When I got up to the room and saw the view I flipped. This was living. No wonder people loved Hollywood ... it had class.
It was eleven-thirty when I got back on the boulevard to hunt for a restaurant. Suddenly, staggering near me I saw a man who was obviously drunk. He reeled toward the traffic in the street.
"Take it easy," I called, racing to his side to make sure he didn't take the next step into the rushing traffic against the red light.
"Oh, thank you," he grinned, good-naturedly, "you saved my life ... but it isn't worth saving," he laughed.
"Don't talk that way ... you nearly killed yourself."
"I know," he laughed, "I've tried to for years, but somebody up there won't let me."
"You'd better come in here and get some coffee," I told him, trying to steady him. We went into a small sidewalk cafe and I ordered some strong coffee for both of us.
"Where are you from?" he smiled.
"Does it make any difference?"
"No," he laughed drunkenly, "long as it has two legs and a cunt."
"Watch your language," a waitress bent over and told him angrily.
"Watch your ... " he snapped, looking down at her boobs. She pulled up quickly and walked over to the manager, who nodded grimly, but didn't come over to us.
"We'd better get out of here," he said, "why don't you come home with me?"
"Somebody needs to see to it you don't kill yourself; but not me ... "
"Please ... " he smiled, his blue eyes looking like a little boy lost. "Please, help me."
"Oh, alright," I said, quickly putting money down on the table to avoid any confrontation with the manager who'd finally made up his mind to walk over to us.
Outside on the boulevard, he hailed a taxi. As we sped down the darkened streets, he talked.
"I've tried to kill myself with the razor ... slashing the wrists you know-and before Garland got all that publicity for trying it. I've also used the hammer, but I'm hard-headed," he laughed.
"Did you ever try using some guts to face whatever bugs you?" I told him sarcastically.
"Guts?" he laughed raucously, "I got more guts in my little finger than you got in your entire body."
"You are awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?" I snapped.
"I should be," he grinned, "look where I live."
"Where?"
"Next door to Bel-Air," he smiled drunkenly, scratching his nose and burping. Just then the taxi pulled up in front of an ivy-covered lawn, with a white house illuminated by flood lights.
"Now, you're safe," I told him, "I'm going back to my hotel."
"Please," he pleaded, "please talk with me. No sex ... just talk with me ... "
"I ... I can't," I told him, "I've got to go."
"Please," he begged once more, his eyes watering.
"Oh, alright," I agreed, a part of me curious to knew just who he was and what he did in this town that made him so much money he could afford a house like that.
He paid the taxi driver and I followed him into the place. He turned on a gas fireplace and soon the warmth of the beamed ceiling, the heavy carpeting and the soft sofa made me feel like curling up and staying there all night.
"Why don't you go to bed with me?" he asked point blank.
"Why should I?"
"Cause I know how to make a woman happy."
"If you really knew that, you'd offer to help me."
"Help you ... what are you talking about?"
"I'm an actress," I announced, "and I need help to launch my film career."
"How many movies have you done?"
"None," I told him flatly.
"Well, at least you're honest," he sighed, "that's rare for around here."
"I could also model ... I've got the body for it."
"Let me see."
I don't know how I had the nerve to strip before a total stranger but something seemed to tell me, angel or devil, that this man would help me.
I didn't take long to get out of my micro-mini. Then I was down to bra and panties. I teasingly, slowly let my bra slip off and then got out of my panties.
"Oh, my God," he gasped, "what a body you've got." He came over to me, got on his knees and pulled my pussy to his mouth. His tongue savagely stabbed my snatch.
"Honey, you're too hot," I told him.
"No, I'm so drunk I couldn't get a hard-on so I'm going to eat your box," he grinned. Again, his innocent ways in spite of his anything-but-innocent tongue turned me on.
"Let's do it on the bed," I suggested.
"Why?" he asked.
"So I can suck your cock off, silly."
"You can't get me hard when I'm this loaded."
"You'd be surprised," I insisted.
He got to his feet and we walked through the living room, down a hall, up a couple series of steps and then we were in his fantastic bedroom. I knew this cat must have money to have a place like this.
"Get on the bed, baby," he smiled, his pecker stiffening. I hopped on the bed and soon his cock was hard. I pulled it to my mouth and popped it in a moment and sucked its meaty head. He began licking away at my slit. Soon, we were sucking on each other and I was really enjoying it.
"Ohhhhh, baby, you got the mouth action just right," he moaned in surprise. "I mean, I thought I'd never get a hard-on I was so drunk, but the way you pump on it, you got me there."
I thought I'd given him the double excitement, so I took my mouth off his prick long enough to go to work at his asshole. Licking all around his asshole, I finally shoved it up there and went to town.
"Suck ... suck my ass out," he exclaimed in surprise as he caught on what I intended to do. His sweet ass tasted good to me. I thrust my tongue swiftly, keeping him excited every second ...
"Ohhhhh, excellent," he gasped, "keep that action up."
In and out my, stiffened tongue thrust, while I massaged his balls and stroked his prick.
Now, he was in earnest at my twat, licking sucking, eating it up.
"You are doing me just right," I told him, as I took my tongue out of his asshole and went for his penis again. Now, it was almost bursting with his seed. I slid my mouth over it and began sucking.
"Suck it," I heard him tell me, and then I was lost in his joint.
This sexy link of flesh connecting our bodies thrilled me. I couldn't wait to taste him. I wanted to know how he pumped his pecker to me.
"Suck my prick ... suck it," he told me, "Ohhhh, baby, that's it ... suck ... suck it off ... eat it up ... eat my cock." He was a mean rider, driving his dong down my throat with all his might.
"Suck ... suck, suck it off," he panted, push mg his thick dick farther down my throat. I tugged on his balls, ran my hand around his buttocks and kept him excited every second. Maybe he could help me. He was obviously rich. I needed him and if my eating his penis could help my career, I vowed I'd give him a blow-job he wouldn't soon forget.
"Ohhhh, you're killing me," he moaned as I slid one finger up his ass to guide his thrusts. He returned to eating me and soon we were both there.
His penis exploded in my mouth and I sucked him down. The delicious, creamy, thick juices tasted wonderful. And as he lapped away at my hot cunt, I quivered with excitement. This was beautiful.
"Baby, eat it ... eat my dick ... eat that awful stuff," he gasped excitedly while I continued sucking on his tool.
"Ohhhhh, baby, that's it ... that's it ... I never had a cocksuck like that ... you know how, baby; who taught you to suck dick so nice?"
That was one question I thought remained better unanswered. But I finished him off, every drop of it, until I pulled away. He tapped me playfully and said, "Baby, you're movin' in."
"I'd love to," I told him, "you've got a beautiful place here ... but I don't know."
"If it's money ... I can help you out."
"You can?"
"Yes," he smiled, "I'm an agent."
"For movie stars?"
He nodded, grinning proudly. "I might be able to make a few helpful introductions ... "
"Oh, I'd be so grateful ... I really would."
CHAPTER NINE
The very next morning we took a taxi back to my hotel. As we were en route I realized I'd never even given him my name. He was still a little hung-over from the night before.
"You never told me your name," I smiled.
"And I don't know your name," he said flatly.
"I'm Debbie."
"I'm Rodney, and I'm pleased to meet you Debbie," he said putting his arm around me. I liked his attention and, though considerably older than I and graying at the temples, he did look very distinguished.
When we got to the hotel, I insisted he come up to my room with me. I wanted him to get a load of the suite I had paid all the loot for.
"This is a beautiful place you've got here," he announced, obviously impressed.
"I like it," I told him, trying hard to appear casual, as if I was accustomed to luxury.
After I'd packed my things in my one piece luggage I was ready to go. I paid the hotel clerk, and again we hailed a taxi and returned to his beautiful home in the hills. He showed me my room and what a room it was! The view from the row of windows looked out on the swimming pool, the green, green lawns and the mountain rising in the background.
"You like?" he smiled.
"I love it," I assured him.
"I hope you don't mind if I do a little entertaining?" he asked.
"Why, no ... It's perfectly alright with me."
"I was thinking of inviting a couple of my friends over tonight to meet you. They're both in the movie business, only overseas distribution."
"Sure," I smiled, "I'll be happy to meet them."
All day long I played it cool, swimming in the pool, riding his exercise bicycle and relaxing. When seven o'clock came I was busily preparing for dinner, trying hard to look my very best.
I wore a white silk micro-mini, white shoes and my lone piece of really good jewelry. I had to make the best impression I knew how. I brushed my hair until it shone and let it fall about my shoulders. My dark brown hair, olive skin, brown eyes against the white silk did have impact.
Finally Rodney came to get me. He knocked twice, but opened the door before I could answer.
"My, but you look nice," he grinned. "I like to see a beautiful woman who knows how to dress."
"You look very handsome;" I told him, kissing him on the side of the cheek.
"What's with the brotherly kiss?" he chuckled. "I like them like this." He wrapped his arms around me tightly, crushing his lips against mine as we Frenched.
"Wow!" I sighed, "You are turned-on."
"It's all your fault," he smiled. I followed him down the hall, down the steps and into the living room. There, waiting for me were two husky, young men. One was ruddy-complexioned with sandy-red hair, the other brown-haired and blue-eyed. Both looked virile and eager.
"Let me introduce you to Debbie ... a girl who is going to make the movies," Rodney said confidently. "This is Cliff and this is Bill."
Cliff was the red-headed man, and Bill was the brown-haired blue-eyed man. They shook hands, and exchanged polite greetings. Then Rodney announced, "they tell me dinner is ready ... and I guess we'd better eat it while it's hot."
I followed them into the dining room and the table was set with gold service on white linen. A lone spotlight illuminated a floral center piece. The food was delicious. The talk was all small-talk and movie shop-talk. It wasn't until after dinner up in Rodney's private bedroom, we began getting casual.
"I think the first thing we should do is get comfortable," Rodney announced.
"You mean take off our clothes, right, old boy?" Cliff chuckled.
"Right ... and the bar is over there. You name it, we've got it."
It didn't take Rodney, Bill, Cliff and I very long to strip until we were all bare ass naked.
"How do you like him?" Rodney laughed, glancing at Cliff, whose huge cock was standing up nice as you please. The most amazing thing about him, though, was the size of his dong. I'd seen big pricks, but never this huge.
"They don't call me Cliff the Cock for nothing," he said, gripping his tool and holding it out proudly.
Bill had a good-sized one too, and he was hard as rock, so was Rodney ... but with a pecker the size of Cliff's cock in front of me, I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"Three-ways ... ever have three men screw you at the same time?" Bill asked excitedly.
"I'm a three-way virgin," I laughed.
"Well, it's really quite simple," Rodney grinned knowingly. "You'll have to suck somebody off, and someone gets your pussy, and somebody rams it up your asshole."
"I'd like to have her eat me," Cliff announced. I was afraid of that. A huge prick that size would kill me. I could never get it all in.
Cliff sensed what I was thinking, no doubt because anyone else who had sex with him would be forced to give his cock size a lot of meaty thought.
"I like the asshole," Bill said, slapping my buttocks playfully. "You got some of that KY handy, Rodney? That's the best stuff to get the pecker up there."
"At your service," he smiled, rushing off to get the lubricant from the bathroom. Seconds later, he returned, handing it to Bill, who began greasing his penis and putting it all around my asshole. It felt funny to feel his slippery finger sliding all around back there.
"I prefer the pussy," Rodney grinned, "I'm normal." Bill and Cliff broke up laughing.
"Biggest pussy eater in Hollywood," Cliff laughed. "You name 'em ... he's eaten them."
We got on the king-size bed, and with the mirrors all around us I got a kick out of watching.
"We need a drink ... just a minute, just a minute," Rodney insisted. He quickly got behind the bar, and called out, "What'll it be? We've got everything."
"Scotch on the rocks," Cliff told him.
"I'd like a bourbon and seven," I said, and then Bill ordered his gin drink. Rodney was rapid in preparing them, his speed coming with practice no doubt. We sipped on them, and chatted. It was a good opener because it gave me time to get acquainted. I stroked Bill's slippery penis.
"You going to put all that up my asshole?"
"I sure as hell am going to try," he laughed.
"Just go easy," I insisted, squeezing his penis tightly.
"Let's get this fucking, sucking show on the road," Rodney insisted, his joint stiffening at the thought of getting a good fucking.
"You're making it difficult to do it from every angle," I had to tell him, "but I'll do my best."
I figured if I lay on my side, one could ram it up my ass, the other could have my pussy and I could give Cliff's fantastic tool the blowjob he sought.
"Good position ... just like a pro," Rodney said as he got on the bed beside me and pulled me to him. His huge dick slid in my cunt smoothly, and at that very moment I felt Bill's pecker, greased and anxious, sliding in the back door.
"Ohhhh, that feels funny," I laughed, "two pricks coming in me at the same time from different directions."
"Feel good?" Rodney asked anxiously.
"Oh, I love it," I assured him. Then, Cliff knelt at my head and held his huge penis out for me.
"Hi," he smiled.
"Hi," I grinned up at him, as I reached out to grip his tremendous tool and pull it to my mouth.
"You've got a big one," I told him.
"That's what they all say," he laughed, "but it's real sweet suckin' honey and you're gonna' like it lots."
Now the two men were really going to town, hammering at my asshole, driving it up my cunt.
"Get that tempo so we're doing it at the same speed," Bill told Rodney.
"That's it ... now, you've got it," Bill told him. The two men were trying to time their thrusts together, so we could make it together. It was a bit difficult to grab the dick up my ass with my ass-muscles and catch the cock with my cunt muscles at the same time. But I was trying to grind out a super fuck for them, in spite of the difficulty.
"Just touch it with your tongue ... you'll like the taste of it," Cliff said, urging me on. I stuck my tongue out, licked all around its sticky crown and then I felt him shove.
Holding my head with one hand, gripping his dick with the other, he drove forward.
"That's it ... suck that cock ... suck it, suck ... suck that cock," he said, sliding it down my throat.
As he came closer I dug the smell of his hot loins, I liked seeing him sweat. I loved to have his huge balls riding on my chin. I did think I'd choke on it, it was that huge-but he knew just how to angle it down my throat as he pumped it to me and I dug it all the way.
"Suck ... suck that cock ... that's it ... suck it off, eat it up ... ohhhh, baby, now, now you're groovin' ... jiggle the nuts ... like that. Ohhhh, I love it."
"Grab my pecker with your ass," Bill demanded. "Twist your tail around my flagpole. Ohhhh, beautiful. I like that. I like that," he gasped as he kept pumping his pecker up there.
My titties were being crushed on Rodney as he drove his dagger up my gash. I tried to snap my pussy, as his pulsating pecker jabbed in and out faster and faster.
The giant joint of Cliff's kept ramming down me, and he insisted, "Play with my balls ... massage them ... they won't hurt you ... ohhhh, that's it ... keep it up. I'm going to give you a nice loadful of sweet dick ... ohhhh, it's juicy, honey ... been saving it up just for you."
I sucked furiously as he fucked wildly.
"Suck ... suck, suck that cock ... eat it up ... eat that prick ... ohhhh, baby ... "
Now Rodney was turning on. He was closely watching the huge cock of Cliff as it drove down my throat He increased his pace and fucked me faster.
Then I felt it pushing up my asshole, speeding up as Bill also watched me suck the sliding tool.
"Fuck it ... fuck my cock," Bill snapped, "grab it ... ohhh like you're doing."
"I feel that over here, too," Rodney gasped in delight as my hot ass movements, reflected in my cunt twisting around Rodney's dick.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," Cliff gasped excitedly, as his huge cock shot its hot creamy load down my throat.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck it," Bill panted, as he shot his wad up my ass, driving it in to the hilt, his balls touching my buttocks. It was Rodney's time to come. He drove it in.
"Ahhhh, ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he moaned. And he shot his balls. With the cock's going off in three places together, the thrills grew greater. I was enjoying the delicious taste of Cliff's fabulous cock, and sucked it dry.
"Baby, you like my juices, don't you?" he said, patting me excitedly on the head.
I couldn't answer until I'd drained his tool.
"It was beautiful ... " I then assured him.
As Bill pulled his pecker out of my asshole, Rodney pulled out of my pussy, and Cliff slowly slid his dick away, I felt stranded.
"Woweeee," I sighed, "that was really something."
"Cliff, I want you to go down on her and eat her," Rodney insisted. For a long moment, Cliff hesitated. He was a huge cat who could lick Rodney without half trying. Yet, when Rodney told him to do something, he did it. Swiftly he got between my legs and suddenly his tongue slid along my slit. Then he dipped inside and began eating me.
"Tastes good doesn't it, boy?" Rodney said, his pecker getting harder as he watched. He walked to a closet and picked up a small whip and came back. Lashing it across Cliff's back, he commanded, "Suck her pussy clean ... that's it ... nice, hot juicy cum. I always shoot a good load. Suck it out." His face became strange and evil as he lashed the whip.
"You get over there and screw his asshole," Rodney demanded. Again, I saw a big man, not only listening but doing as he was told.
Bill went over to Cliff's butt and straddled it. I could see in the mirror it was still dripping with cum.
"Shove it up his ass ... give him a good fuck." Bill rammed his dick up Cliff's ass. Cliff's tongue movements quickened as the dick slid up his butt.
"What a beautiful little sex scene we have here," Rodney panted, now lashing the whip across Bill's bare buttocks. This seemed to cause Bill to increase his pace.
"Screw it ... fuck that ass ... fuck it ... " he demanded crossly as he lashed a mean whip. And Bill obeyed, driving his dagger-dick up there with full force and fury.
The wild tongue-lashing my cunt was taking was driving me out of my gourd. As if his hot tongue wasn't enough, Cliff reached up to clutch my breasts with his full hand. He squeezed them anxiously, pinching the nipples.
"Ohhhh, you're beautiful," I cried as I felt myself coming. This got him even more excited, and he nibbled on my clit, alternately sucking on it like a small penis. I begged. "That ... that's it ... I love it ... oh, Cliff ... suck me."
The whip bore down on Bill's butt, and then he came. "Churn your ass ... I'm shooting my load."
Cliff churned his butt, as Bill unloaded his cock. It was a wild scene. Bill pulled his pecker out of Cliff's butt, and Cliff tore his tongue. from my snatch.
Both men went into the bathroom to shower.
"You enjoy that?" Rodney smiled.
"I told you. I dig sex."
"I think I can get you a part in a picture. I'll check with someone tomorrow," he assured me.
When Bill and Cliff rejoined our little party, Rodney suggested, "Shall we try the pill poppers?"
"Pill poppers?"
"Yes," Rodney exclaimed. "It's really very simple. You just take these little red capsules and break them. They emit some red dust. You breathe in real deep and in seconds you'll be so sexy, you'll fuck like you never fucked before in your whole goddamn life."
We all broke our capsules and breathed in.
"Ohhhh, it's working," Cliff grinned, glancing down at his stiffening rod.
"Hey, let's get cracking," I told them. "I'm hot to trot."
"Let me fuck you from a chair," Rodney insisted. He sat down on a chair, his huge pecker standing up. I ran over, and slid my cunt over his dick. He gripped my breasts as I rolled my ass around, clasping his cock excitedly.
"See, men ... this is what you call riding a dick, right, Debbie?"
"Right, Rodney; feels great."
"You can suck me off from this position," Bill suggested, walking over to me quickly.
Soon he stood there, his huge penis pointing to my mouth. I pulled it to my lips, and began sucking on the head of it as I observed Cliff stroking his hardening cock.
"Why don't you jerk me off?" he asked.
With my mouth stuffed with cock, all I could do was motion with my hand for him to come over, which I did. Now, the three of us were going to town again. I sucked on Bill's peter, pulled oh Cliff's and rode Rodney's.
Again, new-found screwing thrills surged through my body as I took it three ways.
"Keep the ass moving;" Rodney said hotly. "Ohhh, I like these titties." His fingers manipulated them, as he teasingly pinched them. From the hard driving thrusts I could tell quite easily how close to climax he was.
"Suck ... suck it off; that's it ... suck my prick," Bill demanded, and suddenly he shot his hot cum into my mouth. He rammed it in hard his balls bouncing on my chin.
"Eat ... eat that cock ... ohhhh, I love it, I love it ... " His juices flowed down my throat as he pushed until he'd finished shooting.
I pulled harder on Cliff's big prick and soon I felt him flashing his cum all over my hand.
"I'm there ... ohhhh, I'm there," he groaned, as the dripping penis flashed forth its big load ...
"Baby, keep moving that ass," Rodney exclaimed, as he, too, came to climax. As he came, I came with him. He could tell this and it turned him on. His fingers bore down into my titties.
"Ohhhh, don't stop now; keep it up, ohhh, I love it, I love it," he gasped, as he finished it off. I got up, sliding off his dick, and ran about the room like a untamed animal.
"How was I?" I laughed. "Will I be okay for movies? Think I'm photogenic ... would I pass a screen test?"
"You could be a star," Bill said, "I mean it, you've got star power in your pussy."
"Come over here," Rodney demanded, "I wanna' kiss you." Walking over, I threw my arms around him.
"Not on the mouth ... on the pussy," he protested.
I flung my cunt in his face, and he gave me a sweet soul kiss down there. The men both picked up their clothes and walked out of the room, and left us alone. We got on the bed, and finished each other off with a swift sixty-nine and then I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
When I awoke the next morning Rodney was gone. I got up and looked around the bedroom. I could almost see Cliff's gigantic cock and Bill standing there. I decided I'd have a swim before breakfast and slipped into my swimming suit. The morning air was still cool and I took advantage of it to get my swim. When the sun would become hotter, I'd want to stay in the air-conditioned house.
After drying off, I came in for breakfast.
"What would you like for breakfast?" the houseboy, Tom, asked me.
I looked at him, admiring the bulge in the swim trunks he was wearing.
"How about you?"
"If you want to," he gulped.
"Your bedroom or mine," I smiled.
"Rodney find us in your bedroom ... mine."
I followed him to his bedroom and he quickly locked the door. He came over to me and undid my bikini bra. As my juicy boobs popped out in their new-found freedom, his eyes bulged.
"You like them?"
"Yes," he said, reaching out to caress them. "Let's get cracking," I told him, "never can tell when Rodney is coming back."
I slid out of my bikini bottoms, as he pulled down his trunks. The huge, stiff prick that greeted me got me turned on. I went over to him and dropped to my knees.
"Let me suck on it for you, baby," I panted excitedly. "I'll get it warmed up."
I pulled it to my lips, sticking my tongue out quickly and licking all around its meaty head.
"Ohhhh, I like that, I like that," he moaned. When I saw how turned on just the tip of my tongue made him. I thought it would be great fun to get him on the bed and really go to town.
"Why don't we lie down?" I asked.
"I'm with you," he grinned. We both went to the bed and he spread his legs invitingly for me. I reached for a pillow and slid it under his buttocks.
I got my face down there and licked all around his asshole. He dug that.
"Suck my asshole," he gasped excitedly. "I like that. I have woman do that for me once. It is wild."
Gripping his firm, round globes I spread his ass-cheeks and decided to give him a' wild tongue-lashing. I licked all around the asshole and then stiffened, plunged it up there and gave him a good tongue-fucking.
"Ohhhh ... I like that ... I like that," he groaned in sexual ecstasy. I pulled my tongue out and took each nut in my mouth and sucked on it, sliding a finger up his asshole. He pulled his ass back and forth on my finger, obviously enjoying it all immensely.
"Now, give it to me ... I can't hold it for ever ... suck my prick, cocksucker ... suck."
I pulled his peter to my mouth and let him shove. The head pushed to the back of my throat and we were engaged in a wild ride.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful," he moaned, rolling his head back and forth. "Suck ... suck my cock, suck it off ... ohhhh, eat that prick ... eat it up."
In and out the huge dong slid, as he writhed about in sexual ecstasy. The hammer-dong drove down my throat as he gave me all his meat. I felt his balls touching my chin as he rammed it all the way in. I dug watching him slide out. The slickened penis was near climax.
When his hands held 'me down over it, I knew he was almost here.
"Suck ... suck that cock ... eat it up ... eat that prick." In and out, he jabbed his jackhammer.
Suddenly the huge tool shot its hot load of thick cum. "Ohhhh, I'm there ... I'm coming, I'm coming." His hands held me down as he finished shooting.
I enjoyed him. Certainly his, sticky load made a delicious breakfast.
At the moment I pulled off his peter, I heard the car drive up in the driveway.
"It's him," Tom scowled. "Hell, just when I was going to eat your pussy ... dammit, the luck"
"I'd better split the scene, baby doll," I told him. Reaching for his still thick prick, I squeezed.
"We'll do it again," he insisted excitedly.
"Of course we will," I agreed.
I hastily put on my skimpy swim suit and hurried down the back hall, across the lawn and took a quick dive into the pool. When I reached the other side, I turned and there was Rodney.
"Hi, gorgeous," he grinned.
"Hi, honey ... where were you this morning?"
"Arranging things for your film debut," he smiled happily.
"Oh, Rodney, ... you mean I am going to get a crack at the movies?"
"Yes," he nodded, "now, you get out of there and I'll meet you in the bedroom."
When I walked into the bedroom, I was still dripping with the water from swimming. Rodney had the drapes pulled, the lights dimmed and lay on the bed stark naked.
"Lock the door," he whispered, "and come over here."
I smiled my sexy best as I put the double-bolt on the door. Pleasing Rodney might be the most important rung in my ladder to stardom, I thought to myself.
When I walked back to him, I saw a whip in his hand.
"What's that for?"
"Your sweet ass," he smiled.
"You've got a good sense of humor," I told him.
"I'm not kidding, baby," he grinned. "I dig sadism."
"Sadism?"
"Making it hurt, honey ... making it hurt."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Get on all fours, baby doll; on all fours before the mirrors over there." Rodney pointed to the wall of mirrors where a thick, white towel had been spread on the floor.
I went over there, still very much conscious of what all this crazy fucking could do for my career. As I got on all fours I noticed the tube of lubricant. Suddenly I felt the whip lash across my ass. No sooner did I recover from the sting of that whiplash, than he bore down again.
"Ohhhh, Rodney, take it easy." I begged. But he didn't. He bore down, his face grinning until my ass was red. Then he hastily got down and buried his face in my butt.
"I'll kiss it," he cried excitedly, "and lick all the pain away."
He peppered my butt with kisses and then spread me and slid my tongue around my asshole. Soon he was tongue-fucking, getting my ass channel all wet, obviously ready for the invasion of his pecker.
When he had it ready, he stabbed my butt with his thick dong. I felt him shoving, and the pain was almost unbearable.
"Watch us in the mirror honey," he begged; "see that whang slide up there so nice."
Watching couldn't ease my anxiety, for when I saw that huge, slippery penis pushing up my small ass opening, I groaned.
"You like it, don't you?" he chuckled.
"Rodney, go ahead and fuck it ... "
He did. He pressed his body close to mine and soon he was thrusting with all his might.
"Fuck it ... throw your ass back to meet me," he demanded. I pushed back. He rode me.
"Baby, this is wild ... watch us go. I like ass-fucking." He slapped my buttocks roughly as he continued fucking me.
"Ride a good ass," he gasped playfully as }:le pushed his pulsating pecker in and out ever so quickly. Bending over, I felt his chest on my back, and his hands groping my breasts. His fingers found my erect nipples which he pinched playfully, as he continued thrusting wildly.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck that ass ... ohhhh, baby, keep it moving ... keep it moving." Over and over he thrust that dong up there. "Clamp your ass around it ... ohhhh, that's it ... snapping ass ... just like snapping pussy," he chuckled. By gripping hard on his dong, and releasing I could tell he was going out of his gourd. Increasing his pace, he kept screwing.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck that ass," he gasped in wild delight. Over and over he kept it shoving up there until he exploded in one shattering sperm spasm.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming. Ahhhh, keep fucking. Throw your ass back ... like that ... ohhh, one more time. Now, that's it, ohhhhhh."
He was unloading his repeater peter, driving in to the hilt. As he pulled his dripping-with-cum prick out of me, I complimented him. "I'll bet you must be one of the horniest men in Hollywood."
"Well, I suppose I am," he acknowledged. "You name her, I've fucked her."
"Terry Lamour?" I giggled.
"I screwed Terry," he winked, "before she developed her supercunt status, if you know what I mean. As a matter of fact it was largely due to my efforts on Terry's behalf that she made it."
"No ... "
"Yes," he grinned proudly, slapping my ass playfully. "I taught her all the fucking tricks she knows today."
"You must feel real proud of your achievements."
"That I do ... but I'm humble about it. After all, if it wasn't for these balls, these loaded sons of guns where would I be?"
"You sexy sonofabitch," I laughed.
"You got spirit, as well as ass and pussy possibilities," Rodney laughed, "and I intend to make you ... or should I say build you into a dynamite box office property."
"Like you did for Terry?"
"Precisely," he said, leaning over to lick on my breasts.
"Oh, Rodney," I sighed, laying it on thick. "I dig it when you nibble. on my nipples."
Instantly, his mouth went to my nipples and he began sucking away.
"Rodney," I asked, "when do we see about my movie possibilities?"
Momentarily stopping his sucking, he smiled, "this afternoon, fucker ... how about that?"
"Beautiful," I said, stroking his head, and secretly patting myself on the back for having come so far so fast. When he finally got bored with sucking tits, I managed to get him off, get in the shower and try to refresh myself for the career I hoped to be starting a few hours later.
"Lunch is served," house boy Tom announced an hour later. He winked at me, and I winked back but neither of us said a word. Fortunately, Rodney's back was turned when he came in as I saw no reason to inflame his jealousy. After all, it wasn't as if Tom meant more than a passing screw.
When we had finished a weight-watcher's lunch, Rodney smiled, "Well, we'd better get going. The studio is in the San Fernando Valley and it takes time to get there from here."
"That's one thing that is so hard for me to get used to," I told him, "your distance in California ... It's all so different."
"I know," he grinned, "but we love our sunny Southern California."
"Smog, earthquakes, fires and floods," I laughed.
"You make it sound like plagues," he grimaced.
"I don't mean to, but they blow it all up so in the papers back in the midwest."
"Jealous," he grinned, "Our oranges, our sunshine and of course the sexy women who come here to make it in the movies provide a bachelor's paradise."
"Instead," I grinned. We got in the car and he backed out quickly, apparently raring to go. As we headed down the treelined streets, the hot sun filtered through in patchworks of light. On the San Diego Freeway we headed for: the valley. He zipped through the lanes of traffic, and soon swept off at a valley turn-off. We drove down a main boulevard until he came to a nondescript sidestreet and then I saw a strange sight.
"What's that?" I demanded.
"Parrot Pictures," he smiled proudly ... "This is an old supermarket."
"Ahh, but it's converted into a movie-studio," he said, pointing about the building to indicate everything had been sealed off.
"But I thought it was a major ... "
"Well, you see, baby," he explained. "they all have to begin somewhere to get to major status. You don't think Fox became Fox overnight, do you?"
"No ... "
I was becoming disenchanted awfully quick. I hoped Rodney wasn't a phony. After all, I'd had so much sex with him that I had a sort of investment.
I got out of the car, disgusted but keeping it all to myself. I didn't want to work in grade Z, schlock. When I got inside the studio, I was amazed at the hum of activity. Then I recognized Cliff and Bill.
"Hi there, Debbie," Cliff smiled extending his hand. "Good to see you ... guess this is the first time you've been to Parrot Pictures."
"Yes, yes it is," I said, trying desperately to conceal my disappointment at their small-time operation.
"Why don't you come over here and watch a sequence we're shooting right now," Bill suggested.
"Quiet everybody, we're shooting ... let 'em roll." The camera began grinding, the actors began acting. I saw two chicks on a red velvet bed come at each other.
"Wow!" I sighed, "what's this a porno picture operation?"
"Sshh," Rodney quieted me.
"Honey, ever since I saw you at the burlesque," the girl straddling the other girl began, "I've wanted to have you."
"Oh, Tanya, love me, love me," the blonde lying on her back moaned. Tanya took her at her word and did a tongue job routine starting on her titties, graduating to her pussy. Here they called, "Cut."
"I'm splitting out of here," I snapped.
"Hold tight, spitfire," Rodney said, gripping my arm firmly. "Let me talk to you."
"Words aren't needed," I told him bluntly, "I've never seen such garbage. A bunch of Lezzes. Why that dyke doing her thing on her ... It's the most disgusting spectacle I've ever had the misfortune to witness and I want out ... out, out!" I cleared out of the sound stage fast. Cliff and Bill watched in amazement as Rodney followed fast through the door.
I didn't even care to speak to Rodney about it ever again. I wanted to go pack my things and leave town. Hell, I might be a whore-but that was a private matter. Putting my pussy on display didn't exactly suit me.
I started running down the street. I turned to see Rodney running quickly behind me. I darted down an alley, anything to get away from the ugly sight I'd seen. I hated him now. I saw him in his true light-a demented whore monger, turning nice young girls like me into little tramps.
Tears streaked my eyes as I ran. Would I always be haunted by my terrible past? If I went home, Daddy would want me sexually. If I stayed here, Rodney would be on my trail. Where could I go from here?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
As I leaned against an alley building sobbing, I felt Rodney's arm around me.
"What's the matter, honey ... I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to upset you ... turn around, turn around."
As I turned around, and looked at his sympathetic face, I was forced to realize that he was not all ice.
"Baby, if you want to forget acting in movies that's okay with me ... just don't split."
"I-I hate those dirty flicks."
"Why?" he asked softly. "I'm not trying to be funny, but I just wonder why!"
"Because they're so filthy ... "
"Do you like to fuck?"
"Yes."
"Then why get so upset just because somebody watches ... baby, that's nothing to get so hot about."
"When you put it like that ... maybe I'm all wrong."
"Most people don't use any logic when it comes to sex," he smiled, "they'll do it when the shades are down and nobody's looking, but I say if it is alright to do any act sexually, it is certainly not offensive to watch it being done. Am I crazy?"
"No ... no, you re not crazy, Rodney ... you are being perfectly honest. I'm the one who's being unreasonable. Look, I'll do a show, but I'm no Lez, I can't screw a woman."
"You don't have to," 'he said, "let's go back. You see, there is always the chance some big producer will see the scenes in which you appear and give you a chance to act in a cleanie."
"A cleanie?"
"You know, a movie rated for general audiences. Those are the flicks a lot of these hungry and talented young people want to get into."
"Wonderful ... "
"You see I was thinking of your best interest," he said, wiping a tear away with his handkerchief.
As I walked with him over to the studio once again, the burden on my back lifted. I felt Rodney was concerned with my best interests and I felt foolish for making such a fuss over watching a couple of women make out. Hell, if that's how they got theirs, why not? To each his own. As we walked into the place, Cliff smiled, "What got you so hot?"
Bill frowned, "I know it is a jolt when you haven't seen one of these porno flicks being made before."
"What did you have in mind for me?" I laughed.
"Wife-swapping," Cliff grinned. "That's the title of our newest movie. It's all about those weekend parties they wrote about in the papers a couple months ago. They said the rich suburbanites were throwing wild wing-dings. They'd have orgy action, and then pair off or perhaps they'd have threesomes. Anyway, from the story I read in the paper I developed a script."
"Sounds like a winner," Rodney grinned.
"We have done remarkably well with some of our shows," Bill agreed. "We finished our She Loves She flick a half hour ago. You caught the last frame ... before you ran out, that is," Cliff told me. "We thought we'd run a test of you for the part of sexy Linda, the wife-swapper who murders her husband so she can make it with Bruce her neighbor."
"Sounds very dramatic," I grinned. "Now, what should I do?"
"There's a dressing room over there," Cliff said. "If you'll strip for action, we'll change the bed set up."
"You use a lot of simple sets," I laughed, "just change bedspreads when you switch scenes."
"A little more complicated," Bill chuckled, "but you've got the general idea, I must admit."
"We've made a lot of money on Parrot Pictures," Rodney nodded, smiling like a gloating rich man. "You see we never short change the customer. We give them what they want."
I went into the dressing room and stripped.
Before I could walk out on the soundstage, a woman came in.
"I'm here to make you up ... body makeup," she smiled.
"Ohhh, alright," I told her, "but go easy, I'm delicate." Soon she began dabbing me with wet stuff. I was coming' out darker than I was.
"Why so dark?"
"Lights make you too light to photograph just right," she explained.
Once she had me painted properly I didn't look half bad. She handed me some beige panties and a matching bra.
"Wardrobe sent these," she said. "They'll go nice with your lovely brown hair."
"Who'll be looking at my hair-up here?" I laughed.
"You can never tell," she winked.
When I had them on, I walked out.
"God, you look great," Rodney said, "good enough to eat."
"I agree," a husky, athletic young man said quickly. As I observed his body makeup and saw he only wore shorts I knew he must be my leading man.
"I'm Harvey; who are you?"
"Debbie," I said, extending my hand. He pumped it quickly, and said, "I guess you and I are testing for Wife-swappers."
"Yes," I said, "I hope we get the parts."
"Don't worry about the camera," he grinned, "just pretend we are alone on an island."
"Oh that should be easy to do with only a zillion people swirling around us," I chuckled.
Soon Cliff began directing.
"Debbie, you are lying on the bed by yourself at the start of the scene. Soon Harve walks into the scene. Harve is anxious to fuck you his way and you are objecting."
"Okay, I pull down my shorts and try to make her eat my prick, right?"
"Right," Cliff nodded, grinning, "and I want you to stroke it a few minutes till you get it nice and hard so the audience turns on when you flash your fucker, okay?"
"Okay," he nodded.
The lights went on, and their heat surprised me. I put my hands over my eyes.
"Look away from the light," Cliff instructed. "You'll get used to it. Blinds you at first.. does that to everybody."
I removed my hands, avoided the lights, and looked off. And then, I heard the camera click.
"Ready ... roll ... Harve ... make this a beautiful seduction sequence, where we catch a hot closeup as you enter her mouth. Remember our audience don't want straight sex. They get plenty of that at home. They're looking for kicks ... so let's give them some real good sex scenes."
The action began. Harve walked in, his pants bulging in his shorts, hopped on the bed. "Come on, baby, give me a blow-job," he demanded.
The camera stopped rolling. "Debbie, I forgot to tell you ... we don't use script. We just improvise to make it sound more natural ... okay?"
"Okay," I told him, "I was wondering what I'd say next and I'm sure glad you clued me in. Gives you an all-gone feeling in the pit of your stomach when you're not sure of yourself."
"I know, I know," Cliff laughed.
We began the entire scene again. The lights flicked on, the heat burning my body, and the camera grinding. I didn't feel the least like fucking. I wanted to cool off, not get heated up. "Come on, baby, give me a blow-job," Harve demanded as he came close to me.
"I don't suck dick," I told him tightly.
"When you come to one of our parties, you do what we tell you," he spat angrily.
"I won't do it ... and you can't make me ... "
"Don't test me," he said sullenly, "'cause I'm hot to fuck you ... now, let me have your mouth."
I turned away. He pulled his shorts off, his huge dick was flung in front of my face. Then he tore off my beige half-cup bra and threw it to the floor.
"This is how it's done, baby," he said, excitedly straddling my body. I felt his balls touching me, and then he wrapped his dong between my soft breasts.
"You knead the titties around the prick, and then you get hungry to suck on it."
I turned away, trying to build drama in my refusal.
"Baby, I said suck my cock," he panted, pushing his slippery tool to my lips.
Again, I refused. Then he gripped my head firmly and forced the enormous penis into my mouth.
"Suck on it," he demanded, "suck my prick ... ohhhh, that's it ... suck it," he gasped as he drove his huge tool into my mouth.
"Get a big fat closeup of that," Cliff interjected excitedly. "They're really going to town ... the audiences love this. We'll leave the test in the flick. Can't top the spontaneity."
Suddenly I felt him thrust it down my throat mercilessly. I nearly choked on his meat.
"Suck it ... suck that cock ... eat it up ... ' ... eat my prick," he said. "Ohhhh, that's nice ... keep it up ... keep sucking." With hard bold thrusts, he kept driving his tool down my throat I was enjoying this connection. I loved the smell of his manhood. I liked the feel of his loins locking me in place. I guess I was cut out to be a whore. Why not gulp his hot cream down and enjoy it.
"Ohhhh, baby, now ... now, you're doing it. Groovy ... suck it ... suck it ... ohhhh, I dig that ... don't stop now ... Suck, suck, suck it off."
The penis exploded in my mouth as he shot his wad, his balls dangled on my chin and he gasped and groaned.
"I like it ... I like it ... suck it all ... my juice is beautiful, baby ... eat it up." His hot juice did taste good to me, I had to tactily admit. As he slowly slid his dick out of my mouth, the crew applauded.
"The part is yours," Cliff said, racing over to the bed. "You are really something,"
"Give my joint a suck," the cameraman said, unzipping his pants and hopping on the bed.
"Me too," the light crew cried out.
"You want to make 'em all happy," Cliff chuckled.
"Why not?" I giggled, "Come on, fucker ... give me your dick."
I got a real bang out of the cameraman. He was so hot to get his tube sucked on, he didn't even bother to take his clothes off. He just shoved his prick in my mouth and fucked away.
I gripped his waist, and pulled him closer.
"A natural-born cocksucker," he glowed as I sucked on it. He slid it all the way in and then pulled it out. I guess seeing it slide in, and slide out was the thing that turned him on.
"Suck him good ... suck it off," Bill said, coming over to watch. With the crew clustered around the bed I had to put on a good performance.
"Ohhh, just like that ... haven't had a blowjob that good since I was in the Navy in a Panama whorehouse," he giggled.
Mention of the whorehouse, set the light crew to stripping. Soon they all stood, naked, ready around the bed.
"I ... I'm coming," the cameraman groaned, "Ohhhh, I can't hold it ... It's shooting, ... suck, suck, suck that prick."
No sooner had he hopped off the bed than the other men were ready to roll.
Soon I saw just a row of cocks. The next man was bare ass naked. He jumped on the bed, and reached for my head and shoved his tool in my mouth, as if I were a sucking machine.
"Eat me," he begged, "eat my dick ... go after the juice." His balls bounced on my chin, I smelled him, again loving the odor of hot thighs as I took the dick down my throat.
"Jeeez, she's a great one," he said, "we should do a flick entitled The Hot Mouth and star her."
It didn't take long until I felt his penis shooting it's load.
"Suck ... suck that cock," he demanded as he shot his wad. I gulped his juices down, enjoying every slurp-suck second of it.
And then there was the next pecker, pushing in my mouth before I'd gotten over the shock of the last cock.
"Eat that dick, little darlin'," the man with the southern accent demanded. "That's it ... eat my joint, honey, suck it off."
He didn't take as long as the last guy and was he loaded. He splashed his sperm down my throat, and I gulped his juicy seed down greedily.
And the next man was there, flicking his fucker in my face.
"You gettin' a lot of hot cock," he said. His huge black penis pushed down my throat so far I thought I'd strangle on his dick.
I reached for his black balls and jiggled them as I sucked. I noticed the hair around his cock was tight, black and curly. But above all, I noticed the lusty way he thrust his black penis down my throat.
"You like that black prick?" he laughed. "See her go ... eat that cock ... eat that black dick."
I reached up to pull his firm, round buttocks to me. He liked it when I touched him and closed in.
"Suck ... suck ... suck that cock," he demanded. In and out he thrust his huge tool. His body was sweating now, his hands reached out to grip my head as he drove it down my throat. I slid one finger up his black asshole, then he exploded in my mouth.
"Eat it up," he panted, "eat it ... don't it taste good?"
His creamy thick cum poured down my throat as he finished unloading.
As he pulled his black tool out of my mouth, I saw that I'd cleaned the cock off completely.
The men were leaving now and soon Rodney and I were the only ones there.
"I guess we better go, baby," he grinned, "you sure made it a big hit with the crew today."
"They made a big hit with me," I told him flatly. "I never knew I could take on so many cocks."
"I didn't know you could either," he grinned.
I got dressed quickly and, while I was brushing my hair with a small hand brush I always carry in my purse, spotted Rodney hunting for some film reels.
"What are you looking for?" I asked him.
"A couple of flicks you ought to see," he said, otherwise ignoring me until he found what he wanted.
"Ahhh, here they are," he sighed, "I'm glad I found them."
"You want me to see them?"
"Tonight you should ... It gives you a chance to develop your technique ... "
"Acting technique?"
"Fucking technique," he said firmly. "After all, what this old world needs is better communication-can you think of a better way to communicate than sexual intercourse?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
We had been at the studio so long that the sun had set long ago and the night stars glistened in a clear sky. As we glided down the Ventura Freeway, making a quick curving turn onto the San Diego Freeway, I saw a myriad lights glittering in the valley below, and the sparkling lights dotting the hillside where the homes with their commanding valley views were coming to life in the cool of the night.
"Does it always cool off at night in Southern California?"
"Always," Rodney smiled. "When the smog lifts, and the night air becomes cool, there isn't anyplace that's nicer. Perfect nighttime swimming climate, great for fucking."
"You certainly like to do your share of screwing, don't you?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do," he grinned.
As we pulled into the hillside mansion, I saw Tom the houseboy, glancing through a shutter. I wondered if he was wondering when we'd make it home for dinner or if he was anxious to get another fuck.
When we came in the door, Tom rushed over to us. "Good evening ... I wondered what happened to you. Dinner has been ready for some time."
"I am starved," Rodney admitted. "After a hard day's work at the studio I need a drink first, however."
Tom quickly prepared him his scotch on the rocks and turned to me. "What will you have?"
"Bourbon and seven," I told, him. Then we had our drinks and went into the dining room for dinner. After dinner, Rodney suggested, "Let's look at the movies in my bedroom."
"I always enjoy a good show."
"Well, this is a very good show," he assured me. "I think you'll dig it."
When we were safely in his room, with the doors locked, he turned to say, "You'll be more comfortable in the nude. Let's watch it on the bed; in the nude."
"You think of everything, don't you!"
"I sure as hell try," he chuckled. He had set the projector up and soon the machine flashed the color film.
"What a clever title ... She Loved Her Dog Too Much!" I laughed.
"Wait'll you see this dog ... ohhh, he was a beautiful fucker. We got some great shots."
A sharp-looking redhead was shown doing some wild dancing in a topless joint. She was throwing her bare tits about in wild abandon. The men were drooling, as she ground her ass. A rhinestone g-string covered her pussy and when she belted her butt, only the strings from the g-string were showing in her otherwise bare asshole.
"That's Gilda," he said, pulling my naked body over to him and feeling me down there.
"Gilda sure knows how to grind her ass," I observed.
"Oh, yes, she does ... one of the best strippers on Main Street ... caught her act one night and hired her for a movie."
"Did it help her career?"
"Well, it sure did. Gilda ground her ass in sixteen porno pictures for us."
"That's nice," I said, noting how the camera zoomed in on her snatch.
"Just wait till you see the next scene," he said fingering my cunt excitedly. "She tops everything."
When the next scene flashed on the screen, it was difficult to determine precisely what Rodney meant. A completely dressed Gilda was walking into her all-white apartment.
"The guy who did that set 'liked white," I laughed.
"White symbolizes purity," he smiled.
"But Gilda doesn't," I told him, completely confused by the symbolism concept.
"That's just it ... contrast ... Glida's body symbolizes freak sex, far-out, off-beat, kinky stuff. So, it is most appropriate she appears in a white setting, to offset her dark sex appetites."
"Well, when you put it that way, I can understand," I had to agree. But Gilda didn't let you give much thought to the set, for no sooner did she flit into the room fully dressed than she began stripping.
Throwing a shoe here, a shoe over there, she dramatized her strip, doing it so casually it didn't seen one bit hammy.
"That girl is clever," I had to admit.
"Just wait till you see how clever," he commanded knowingly. Soon Gilda was bare-ass naked. Her body was beautiful. She stood admiringly in front of a mirror and massaged her breasts. Then, she reached down to shove a finger in her cunt. I knew how that felt, for Rodney's finger hadn't quit working at my clit since the film started unwinding.
When she opened a door, a Great Dane bounded into the otherwise white bedroom.
"Oh, my God, she's a dog fucker too," I gasped, unable to hold back the laughter.
"Gilda is diversified ... that's true," Rodney admitted, his finger flicking faster by the moment apparently he was getting all worked up over the dog-screwing scene.
She got on the king-size fuzzy white bedspread, and flung her legs apart. Once more, the camera zoomed in to a tight twat shot. The dog straddled her. His huge prong stuck out like a dagger.
Reaching for his penis, she pulled it to her gash. Once she got just the tip of it inside her slit, she had to do no more. Mom Nature supplied Great Dane with all the screwing instincts to see it through to orgasm at that climactic moment.
"Fuck me ... ohhhhh, Heathcliff ... fuck me," she moaned.
"Heathcliff!" I laughed out loud.
"That dog is from a very good line of Great Danes. So, we had to give him a very distinguished name. Is Heathcliff okay!"
"Beautiful," I giggled as the dog drove his huge dong in and out. The camera moved back to reveal the girl's expression. Gilda rolled her head on the pillow, her eyes going all directions.
"Ohhhh, fuck ... fuck ... tuck me, lover," she moaned as she threw her body up to meet the dog's driving thrusts. And when the moment of orgasm came, the dog flushed his juice in her pussy.
"He's coming ... he's coming," she groaned and only the dog being gripped by her cunt was caught by the camera. "The End" flashed across the screen.
Rodney, turning to flick the projector off with one finger, continued his fingering me until I was turning and twisting and enjoying it. "You like that!" his eyes glistened.
"Sure ... sure I do," I told him, "Ohhhh, I'm coming." He yanked his finger out, hastily crouched between my thighs and flung his tongue up my snatch. His hot, twitching tongue lashing away inside my box excited me no end. I gave him my hot juices unreservedly. My inhibitions were gone. I had truly gone Hollywood all the way, the wrong way no doubt, but at last I was a free fucker: ready to do anything or anyone.
When he finished eating me, he wiped his mouth ...
"Baby, you're beautiful."
"So are you, luv", I lied to him. "Oh, Rodney, you've made my life so delicious. I was just a bored chick from nowhere until you came along."
"And now ... "
"Now I live every moment to the utmost. I'm not afraid anymore. I can do anything sexually. Anything."
"Anything?" he grinned devilishly.
Throwing up my arms. I gasped, "Anything-you name it."
"How about Gilda?"
"Gilda?" I gulped. "You mean you want me to turn Lez and screw a woman?"
"No, no," Rodney broke up in gales of laughter. "Baby, I'd go out of my mind if a hot piece of pussy like you turned on women! No, sir. But, baby, we're in the movie business. Men dig seeing chicks make out. Why? I sure as hell don't know. But they do!"
"Find another chick to make out with Gilda," I snapped.
"But you told me you'd do anything ... you said you were totally uninhibited."
"That was with men."
"Uninhibited means both," he said tightly. "All the other chicks who work in our flicks will do a scene with another female. Doesn't mean a thing. It's just play-acting."
"But what if I vomit?"
"Gilda's gorgeous, honey. She'd never make you vomit. Matter of fact I've already had three girls turn Lez after she did them in our movies."
"Well, I'm one chick you will never have to worry about turning on with women. I'm all woman, one hundred percent ... from my cute little cunt, to my tight little ass to my hot mouth. All three have been fucked. I've sucked everything on men; their assholes, their balls, their dicks ... but women, you can't make me ... no amount of money would get me to fuck a woman."
"You're being defensive," Rodney laughed.
"Defensive?"
"Oh, yes, and you know what Sex-Father Freud says about that?"
"I haven't checked it out lately," I said angrily.
"Well, Freud says when anybody becomes defensive about any specific sex act, it is simply because the hidden desire is surfacing ... doesn't that figure?"
"No ... It doesn't," I snapped. "Don't think any clever argument would make me do Gilda ... got it straight ... I'm straight."
"That's too bad ... yes, that's really too bad," he clucked his tongue, "I'd planned on giving you a thousand dollars, letting you wear masks so nobody would know it was you and calling it The Sucking Sisters. It would have been a big hit ... and you would have been on your way financially and career wise."
"How in hell could it help my career?"
"Some horny producer or director or even millionaire who funds the porno flicks might dig you. If he wanted to skyrocket you to regular movie stardom, your scintillating performance might turn him on so he'd do it ... too bad, oh, forget it."
"Well, when you put it to me like that ... It's different."
"No ... no, I won't have you do anything that goes against your grain ... It wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be fair-no matter how much it might mean to your career, no matter how much money you might make."
"Listen to me, Rodney," I insisted, "I was too hasty. I'm really not afraid to do a movie with a woman. I just don't dig that route. I'm straight and it does make me sick to think about two women fucking. But if it was just acting, and it could mean so much ... I suppose I should forget foolish pride and ... "
"Well, it's up to you ... I won't insist on anything. It's your life ... and you must do as you see fit."
"Well, Rodney, I see now why I should perform with Gilda. You can arrange it."
His arm wrapped around me and once more his lips found mine. He whispered, softly, "Oh, baby, you turn me on. I never had a chick who did the things you do to me. I can shoot my load just looking at you."
We fell asleep a few moments later, and once again as the early morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes, I awoke by myself. I stepped into the hall and once more Tom, the houseboy was there.
"Good morning," he smiled nervously.
"Oh, good morning, Tom."
"He's gone ... we can ... we can fuck."
"I-I don't know if I should ... I'm' supposed to work in a flick today, I think."
"He will be gone some time," Tom smiled. "He is trying to locate Gilda and he can't find her. She is a strange girl-goes into hiding tells nobody where she is. So, he will be gone. long time hunting.".
"I've got to brush my teeth, take a shower and freshen up."
"Alright," he said, coming into the bedroom and turning to put the double-bolt on the door. I didn't like the idea of risking Rodney's wrath.
Yet, if Tom blackmailed me and told Rodney I'd let him fuck me I'd be in trouble. Damned if you do, and damned if you don't, I thought.
I showered quickly, brushed my teeth, gargled and put on body splash. As I walked into the bedroom I saw Tom lying on his back, legs spread, penis standing up ripe and ready. "Come over here," he grinned. "I can't wait to give it to you."
I got over him, and quickly got between his legs. "I'll suck on it for a minute to get it ready," I told him.
"Then I want you to slide your cunt over my cock and you can ride it."
"I'd love that," I smiled. Then I bowed my head and pulled his penis to my. mouth. I touched the head of it with my tongue following it with wide, hot lashes. He thrust. It engulfed my mouth. I let him drive it in and out, letting my lower lip drag over the head. That always got them.
"Ohhh, suck me," he gasped. I massaged his balls and continued sucking on his tool while he thrust. I knew I couldn't keep it up long, or the prelude would become the main performance. He was gasping when I pulled off and came up for air.
"Get your cunt over it fast," he begged. I straddled him and slid my pussy over his pecker.
He reached out to grip my hips, guiding my thrusts.
"Oh, that's good screwing ... I like that ... now twist your ass around it."
Slowly I rotated my cunt around his cock, increasing my pace as I went on.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck it," I gasped as he rode me. His hands left my hips, reaching up to grasp my full breasts. He pinched the nipples excitedly.
"You are good fuck," he moaned, driving it up there faster and faster.
When he was almost there, his head rolled back and forth on the pillow, his eyes had a glazed, intensely excited expression and his fingers pinched my titties.
"Ohhhh, God, I can't stand it," he moaned, "I'm shooting. I'm coming, I'm coming."
He shot his load, and I ground around his joint, trying to force every drop of juice out of him.
"Give ... give it to me," I demanded, rotating my ass faster and faster as his penis finished its hot creamy load.
By the time I slid off him, we both felt satisfied, because I came twice during that one scorching session. He certainly knew how to make a woman happy.
"Tom, you are tremendous," I told him, "you should work in the movies."
"I have, I have," he told me excitedly. "We have good time. Picture was Orgy Time and you should have seen this orgy that we had. Everybody was running around sucking each other's ass out. Cunt-sucking, cock-sucking, you name it ... we did it."
Suddenly a faraway, anxious look flashed across his face. I couldn't help observe the swift change from ecstasy to apprehension.
"What's wrong, Tom!"
"He's back. I guess Gilda wasn't so hard to find."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tom got out of there on the double; I played it cool, straightening up the bed, and lying there as if I was still asleep. When I heard Rodney's footsteps coming briskly up the steps, I turned away.
"Hi, baby," he smiled, "I found her, I found her." I raised my head slowly.
"Good morning."
"Good afternoon," a soft voice replied. I glanced up and there she was, one of the most stunning redheads I've ever seen. Her fair skin, deep blue eyes, flashy red hair and even features made her a knockout when you added it to her really stacked body.
"Meet Gilda," he winked.
"Oh, hi, Gilda," I smiled.
She smiled back. "Whatever this bum told you about me, don't believe it," she smirked. "He has the most amazing ability to spin lies about anybody in town."
"You flatter me," Rodney grinned.
"I always tell the truth," she said flatly.
"Rodney has only said good things about you, honey," I said. "I guess he wants us to star in some dirty flick called The Sucking Sisters and that sounds groovy."
"Oh, that sounds like a marvelous movie ... one to bring the kiddies out in droves."
"Quit camping, baby," Rodney told her seriously. "It's getting late and we're supposed to go to the studio immediately. They've been holding up the next set up for us."
"Oh, don't worry," Gilda said casually, "they can always find some good fornication scene to shoot. I hear you have engaged a pony ... and that's where I refuse ... a dog's dong is enough for me to accommodate."
"Honey, you could give that pony Long Shot a wild ride. I mean it."
"Has he requested me!" she giggled.
"All the time. He says, 'I want to fuck Gilda.' Threatens to go on strike if he can't fuck you."
While the two of them traded barbs, I was getting dressed. I needed something to eat and I didn't know what to do. If time had suddenly become so precious, dare I mention such a ridiculous trifle as nourishment?
"I haven't eaten," I told him flatly when I finished slipping into my white leather boots and micro-mini.
"Grab a can of diet food; it'll tide you over," he assured me. So on the way out, I called to Tom to bring me some instant breakfast.
I drank it on the way to the studio. When we arrived, we were both ushered quickly into one dressing room and two body makeup women went to work.
"I can't stand this stuff," Gilda complained. "I'm forever covered with something. Yester-day they had me covered with gold. Sure, I looked expensive as hell, but I felt awful,"
"Show biz," the tough-looking makeup woman commented, as she went on applying the makeup sponge all over her body. As I looked in the mirror I could tell the makeup did make a difference. I think we both looked far more glamorous with our defects covered.
"Ready, women!" Rodney asked, poking his head in the door and eyeing us greedily.
"As ready as we'll ever be," Gilda announced, pulling away from the woman dabbing her body with the sponge. "Any more of this gook on my bare skin and I'll develop something."
"No, you won't ... It's safe, baby," Rodney chuckled, tapping her ass teasingly.
"You look super, baby," he told her as I walked behind Gilda to the set.
"Hi, Gilda ... " the men chorused.
"Hi, fellow fuckers," she retorted crisply. They cracked up with laughter.
We went over to the bed, a blue velvet affair, and sat on the edge of it. The lights were mercifully turned off and the camera was rolling on its dolly into place ...
"Now, girls," the director said, "let's make this a sweet sucking sequence. You two chicks are supposed to be sisters and ... "
"Why didn't you dye her hair red like mine!" Gilda demanded arrogantly.
"Excellent observation," the director nodded. "Makeup, makeup, get a red wig for Debbie."
It didn't take them long to produce the wig and pin it on me. Then the director went on.
"I want Gilda to wear the dildo and screw Debbie. It is vital she gives her a good hard fucking. Then, we'll go into a sweet sucking sequence, where you two chicks will sixty-nine."
"Groovy," Gilda smirked; the men chuckled. "Now, where's my dildo. I didn't bring my collection."
Again, the men roared, and I turned beet red. Doing this awful, demented thing was sickening me, just as I feared. Rodney picked up on how I felt. He rushed over. "You're doing just fine, my love ... and you'll be one grand richer after today's shooting."
"Thanks," I told him, tapping him on the shoulder appreciatively.
Wardrobe brought Gilda the black dildo. She strapped it on and the men couldn't restrain their laughter when they saw her in the strapped-on penis.
"Now, Debbie, get on the bed and get set for a really groovy fuck ... Gilda can do things with her dildo you wouldn't believe."
I got on the bed, right in the middle of it, and just lay there. "Spread your legs a little for me, honey," Gilda requested. "I can't screw you if you don't cooperate."
"Oh, sure." I spread my legs just like I would for a man who was going to screw me. She smiled her thanks.
"Now, Gilda, get up there and straddle her. We want to begin our picture with impact, so the audience will get the point of what we are trying to do."
"I don't think you are leaving much doubt in their minds as to what we are doing," she laughed. As she straddled me, and I looked at her body closely, I realized Gilda was quite a woman. She put a lot of enthusiasm into her work.
"Just relax," she told me quietly, revealing a totally different personality than the brassy one she flashed before the crew.
"Okay," I smiled. And when she saw me smile, she smiled back. I dug it. She asked me to help. "Baby doll, if you'll pull this huge black prick into your pussy, it'll add a lot to our scene."
"You think so?"
"I've done quite a few of these flicks," she grinned knowingly. "Listen to Gilda," the director advised. "Her flicks have all been big grossers." Then the director called for "Lights, camera ... action ... we're rolling ... "
The sequence began. Gilda looked down at me. All at once I remembered she had insisted I pull the black penis into my cunt. She drilled it in the rest of the way, her giant breasts crushing down hard on mine.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," I gasped automatically. Suddenly I realized I was actually begging a female to fuck me. I also got a big jolt when I recognized how much I enjoyed it.
"Kiss me, baby," Gilda said in her best dykish voice. "Ohhhh, that's nice ... that's real nice."
I parted my lips for a second, and in that instant, she slid her tongue inside my mouth and went to town. Now, we were going to town. I reached around to feel her buttocks. This turned her on.
"Throw your cunt back to me, lover," she moaned. I did as she told and the enormous dildo continued driving up there.
"Keep it moving," the director demanded, "faster, fucker, that's nice ... get that camera in there for a hot close-up." Once more the camera zoomed down for a tight shot. This seemed to inspire Gilda to give her best performance.
"Fuck it, lover," she panted, her body suddenly beginning to sweat. "Ohhhh, baby, I'm there ... we made it."
Whether it was because I enjoyed it, the size of the black plastic pecker, or because Gilda was turning me on, I didn't know when I came on target.
"I like that ... that's a great shot," the director told us when he called, "Cut ... wrap it up."
"Now ... girls, we'll return to do a sucking sequence ... just like our title promised them, but first take five."
Gilda got off the bed, and I followed her. The crew applauded. She turned back, and winked, "Thanks, cats."
In the dressing room, the wardrobe woman had a pot of hot coffee waiting ... "I'm off that," Gilda snapped, going to her purse and pulling out a silver flask. She opened it, threw her head back, and drank generously.
"I thought you were off that," the wardrobe woman told her. "I guess you didn't learn your lesson the last time."
Gilda looked at her crossly, started to speak, decided she shouldn't and smiled, "I didn't know you cared."
"You should care a little for yourself," the woman admonished. I poured some coffee and sipped it slowly. It was still too hot to drink when the director called, "Everybody on set ... let's get cracking."
It wasn't long until we were on the bed, only minus the black dildo. Gilda looked beautiful. Makeup had touched up her body where she had perspired and she lay there with her flashy red hair, and legs spread.
"Begin with her breasts," he insisted. "Suck on 'em real nice like the men suck on yours all the time, honey."
"Watch that," Rodney warned him, "remember she's my discovery ... and I'm the one who nibbles those titties."
There was no doubt about it, Gilda knew what she was doing when it came to using her mouth. Expertly, she used it like a suction cup on each breast, nibbling on the nipple with the just the right amount of pressure. At the same time her hand was wandering down to my moist mount. Her finger slid inside, and she diddled me while she sucked on me.
"Good girl Gilda," the director commented approvingly. "Use those magic fingers on her snatch."
It was absurd to have to tell Gilda this, as she instinctively did the correct thing.
"Eat her snatch now ... "
This fired Gilda on her tongue trail. Swiftly she had her face buried between my legs. I pushed forward, her tongue lashed inside me, probing, searching and finally focusing on the love button. Insistently, she used her tongue to excite me.
"Cry out for her to eat you, Debbie. Put some fire into this scene. Remember, we've got a lot of hot pricks out there waiting to get turned on in this sucking sequence ... After all the picture is called The Sucking Sisters."
"Eat me," I gasped. "Eat my cunt ... that's it, ohhhh, Gilda ... my pussy's on fire with your tongue ... Suck it, suck, suck it sister, suck it."
How Gilda turned on. Her tongue flicked faster and faster on my erect clit. I couldn't stand it any longer. I gushed in her mouth.
"Eat it up ... eat that, lover ... eat it up." The camera zoomed in, level with the mattress as Gilda's face, buried in my snatch, went to town.
The director called "Cut" and the scene was over. I laughed, "Gilda, baby, the scene's over ... quit eating me."
The crew applauded us. Gilda wasn't finished until she'd had her last licks.
"You dig that, huh?" she chuckled.
"Like wow!" I laughed, tapping Gilda on the head appreciatively. We hastily went back to our dressing rooms and here Gilda surprised me. She pulled me close to her, our breasts crushing against each other. Her breath came short as she sighed, "Baby, you're beautiful."
"Gilda, Gilda," I giggled, "I think you are really hot to screw me."
"I am," she whispered sexily, "we must do it again."
I flipped out. Now, I had Rodney on my tail, the houseboy after a screw when he could tear off a piece, and Gilda ... oh, God, where do I go from here? I couldn't help wondering where my fast life would end. It had to end on hurt street ... this I knew because I was starting to mean too much to too many.
Just then the door opened and in walked Rodney with a handsome young man. "Hope I'm not disturbing anything," Rodney said with his double-entendre meaning.
"You are, but it's alright," Gilda grinned.
"I wanted you chicks to meet David Harris ... Dave is fascinated with our porno pictures. He likes to cast his major flicks from these because he knows what he's getting."
"For his own little bedroom," Gilda added sharply.
"I'd like to invite you over, to my place tonight," David smiled.
"For tea?" Gilda asked caustically.
"For me," David said flatly, "haven't you had her long enough?" he asked sharply, staring right on Gilda.
"Excuse me ... " Gilda said tightly. "But do you mind if we ladies of the dirty movies wash our body makeup off and get dressed and scram?"
"Not if I can see Debbie for dinner," David flashed his most winsome smile my direction again.
"I'd love it, I've seen some of your movies. You are quite a producer."
"Did you say seducer?" Gilda demanded.
"Knock it off," Rodney insisted, "just because you chicks make out for Parrot Pictures doesn't mean it swings into your private life."
"Oh, Mr. Clean, I'm sorry," Gilda snapped.
"If you would give the ladies of the porno flicks a moment to dress in privacy, David Harris can have his chick."
"See you later," David winked, as he walked out with Rodney glowering at Gilda.
When we were alone, Gilda said, "Baby, what that one won't put you through isn't worth mentioning. A real kinky character ... I mean demented."
"I ... I'm beginning to think everybody's demented," I sighed, as I stepped into the shower and began soaping the makeup off.
"I'm not," Gilda insisted, "and I'm giving you my card. I want you to phone me when you finish with the great Mr. Harris. I want to know what you think of his foul sex ideas."
"Why don't you tell me?"
"Baby, I can't," Gilda sighed. "Sometimes it's much, much easier to go through what you must go through if you just don't know the score."
"You've got a point," I laughed, as I turned to let the warm water spray my body.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I was happy to get away from Rodney. Driving down the freeway in Dave's silver convertible was an exciting new phase to my life.
"You are a very sharp girl," Dave complimented me. "Yes, I can see real movie potentials."
"Away from the porno circuit?"
"Why, yes," he chuckled, "now, don't tell me you aren't enjoying it. Why, when you and Gilda were going at it, I'd swear she was driving you out of your gourd."
"Gilda can put anybody in orbit," I told him bluntly. "After all, she is a gorgeous chick."
"You noticed ..."
"How could I help it with her great big boobs crushing mine as she started that last sequence."
"You've got a point there," he laughed.
We pulled off the freeway near Beverly Hills and began climbing the mountains of winding roads. The houses got bigger the higher we got, and the view more spectacular.
"Oh, I love this view," I gasped, completely enchanted with what kept unfolding before my eyes.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he grinned, "Wait till we get to the top."
At the top of the twisting skyline road, the vast spectacle of lights glorifying the valley floor below was spread out.
"Over there," he observed, "is the ocean."
"Yes, yes ... where the lights cut off."
"At the ocean's edge," he said, swinging into his driveway. The garage door automatically flipped up and we drove in. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed a lot of scripts piled up in the far corner.
"Productions you've done?"
"Yes," he answered. "Very impressive, isn't it?"
"I'd say so," I assured him, as I followed him into the fantastic house. He pulled the drapes at the corner drawstring and then once more I thrilled to the lights.
"This is a glass house," I laughed, "I mean ... all sides you've got a view."
"Right on top of the goddamn world," he gloated, "now, can I get you something to drink?"
"Ohhh, you might fix me a bourbon and seven, my old standby."
"Bourbon is beautiful," he sighed, "and so are you."
"Why don't we have our drinks in the master bedroom?" he smiled, "it's upstairs, follow me."
I walked into the hallway, with its irregular red brick floor and followed up the carpeted stairway. Double doors entered into his bedroom with a slanting cathedral ceiling, side windows, rising to the sides and the walls of sliding glass door windows before a balcony. Here the view again was tremendous. A white bedspread was hurled back and he pressed a button for stereo to start setting the mood. A fireplace was before the bed, bookcases on the wall, and a color TV.
"You've got it made," I told him, "I've never seen anything like it."
"I hope not; I like to be exclusive," he smiled.
"Ohhhh, golly, what a bed," I sighed as I slumped against the headboard, and sipped my drink.
"Perhaps you'd be more comfortable if you took your clothes off," he suggested.
"Perhaps I would," I grinned.
I quickly slid out of my things, and I watched him undress. It didn't take either of us long. Soon, I saw his naked prick standing up rigidly, anxious.
"Now, we can enjoy the view," he panted.
"Of the city or each other?"
"Each other," he chuckled, "I much prefer your naked body to all those damned lights."
He proved his point when he set his drink aside and wrapped a strong arm around me. I suddenly found myself anxious to illustrate how many thrills I could provide him with. Maybe he'd dig me so much he'd make me a permanent fixture. As I felt his mouth crush against mine, I put my drink down and pulled him to me.
Soon his tongue found mine and we were Frenching. When he slid his tongue out, he smiled, "Baby, I dig you."
"What you gonna' do to me?" I asked him quietly.
"Why, did Gilda tell you?"
"Oh, no, Gilda is sworn to secrecy," I laughed, "guess you've got some real wicked habits."
"They're different," he snapped, "but I enjoy it. I'll give you a couple hundred for it tonight ... okay. That'll give Rodney one hundred and you a hundred."
"That crappy pimp," I protested, "if I put out, why should he get paid fifty-fifty?"
"Cause that's the way the cookie crumbles," he said evenly: "You wanna' go through with it?" As I looked at his rugged chest, his strong arms, and his handsome legs I smiled, "Baby, for you I'd do it for nothing."
"I'm flattered," he said casually, "but there's never something for nothing. I learned that a long, long time ago."
"Would you suck on cock?" he asked, a strange guilty, little boy look flashing across his face ...
"I'd love to," I nodded. "You've got a good pecker there, lover."
"Nine inches of solid dick," he grinned; "and it's sweet dick too. At least that's what all the chicks who suck me tell me ... I wouldn't know."
"I'll find out for myself," I grinned. "That's the girl," he said, starting to straddle me so he could determine a good position for us to fuck in.
"How do you want me?" I asked.
"Well, you just pull a couple pillows down and I'll begin working my rod in your titties and work up to your hot mouth, okay?"
"Groovy."
After getting the pillows arranged beneath my head, I waited for him to thrust his pecker up there.
"Wrap them in titties before you suck it," Dave smiled, as he proceeded to press his penis between my breasts. Kneading them, he gave a few small thrusts.
"You call this a breast fuck, huh?"
"How'd you guess that?"
"Oh, that's easy ... ESP; extra sexy perception!"
"Very good," he said in a low voice, as his mind became absorbed with his screw.
Finally he got his pecker close to my mouth.
"Suck on this," lie snapped. "I pulled its huge head to my mouth and started sucking slowly.
"That's good ... suck ... suck that cock ... now, now you're doing it. Keep sucking. Ohhhh, I like that ... I like that," he gasped, as he drove it up there.
For a second I thought he'd choke me with it.
"Suck that prick ... suck it ... suck it, but don't suck it off."
What in hell was he talking about? All the men I'd ever blown demanded I suck it off, but not this one.
It wasn't easy to suck, and yet assure him he'd not shoot his wad. All at once he pulled his pulsating pecker out of my mouth and said, "I'm going to show you something I bet nobody ever showed you before."
"But I didn't finish sucking on it. You never got your gun off."
"That comes later," he said, and I saw he trying to get it down. "Don't look at me so sexy," he smiled, "I almost shot my wad."
When his penis had gone down a little he gripped my head firmly with one hand and pushed his pecker into my mouth with the other.
"Now, you're going to really experience something sexy," he grinned, "my golden shower."
All at once, I felt his hot piss pouring down my throat. A rough look formed on his face his hand-grip grew tighter.
"Swallow it ... swallow it," he insisted. I gulped, and cringed as I realized what kind of kinky character he was. After he'd finished pissing, he pulled his penis out.
"Bet you never had that before?"
I remained silent for a long moment. Then, I looked up at him, and told him off. "No, and I sure as hell won't do it again. Keep your golden shower, fucker."
"Don't get difficult," he snarled.
"I am not being difficult," I replied quickly. "But you'll pardon me if I tell you frankly I hate your guts, won't you?"
"Get out," he demanded, "get the hell out and never come back ... I don't need a porno picture cunt to tell me my way of enjoying sex is sick."
I didn't say another word. I got off the bed, and went into the bathroom and hastily gargled. I thought I'd vomit thinking about what I'd done.
"Oh, I'm sorry I snapped at you," he said. "I really am ... forgive me."
"Forgive you for being kinky?" I chuckled.
"Be a good sport," he grinned, flashing his handsomest smile my way. "I'll make it worth a hundred bucks more if you do."
To my surprise, the offer of a hundred bucks more appealed to me so much I didn't care if he was kinky.
"Do I have to split it with Rodney or is it all mine?"
"All yours," he said, and I saw his pecker getting harder by the moment.
"Okay ... on advance," I said tightly, determining I'd learn to be a wise whore as long as I was going to be one.
He placed six fifty dollar bills on my purse.
"Thank you," I said, in a completely cool businesslike manner, slipping the cash in my purse ...
"Now, Davey fucker ... what do you want of Debbie?"
"This," he grinned, walking over to a chest and pulling out a drawer and taking out a thick dildo with straps.
"What in hell am I going to do with that on?"
"This is also unique," he smiled, "I found out about it in a fantastic whorehouse in Paris where they did everything."
"But precisely what do I do with it?"
"Well, we can get a good thing going quick," he smiled. "You strap this on and then I get on the bed, and lift my legs while you slide it up my asshole."
"Asshole fucking, I'll be damned," I laughed, "I would have never thought of that."
"Lots of whores give it to guys up the ass with the dildo. It's a real great way to get it."
He handed me some Vaseline, and insisted, "Get the thing greased, and grease my butt before you drive it up me."
"At this point, Davey lover, I'd love to ram it up your ass without benefit of grease."
"Well, I have been a naughty boy to piss in your mouth," he chuckled, "but I get a real charge out of that."
I strapped the dildo on, and then proceeded to grease it. I got on the bed and Dave spread as if he'd done it a hundred times. Running my fingers around his asshole, I prepared him for the cock invasion.
When he was in line just right, I pushed the dildo up his crack.
"Oweee, that feels good," he groaned, "I-I like it." It sort of gave me the feeling of male power to have the penis. Maybe Freud was right about penis-envy after all.
"Jab it up there ... fuck my ass good," he demanded. I took him at his word, and gave a mighty thrust.
"Ohhhh, I dig it, I dig it," he moaned as my dildo-dick thrust up there. He wiggled his ass around on it as if he'd flip his wig.
"Fuck me, fuck me." he begged excitedly. "Ohhhh, I need it ... I need it ... that's it ... like that."
I was enjoying thrusting the dildo up his asshole, and he sure as hell was enjoying getting it.
"That's it, fucker, grab the dick, twist your tail ... fuck it ... fuck ... fuck, fuck," I cried, lost in his hang-up.
"Now comes the wild part," he sighed, "I'll get my body angled just so; you can suck me off, while you fuck my asshole. It's not easy, but we can make it."
And to my great surprise, he angled his agile body so that his thick dick was soon touching my lips.
"See, baby ... just keep thrusting and eat me at the same time. The double-action drives a man out of his gourd."
He shoved his penis inside my mouth and soon I was sucking on his pulsating tool. The dildo was driving up his ass at the same time and the sensations built.
"Ohhhh, I love that ... what a hot mouth ... that's it, baby, beautiful ... fuck my ass, eat my prick ... ohhh, lover, do, do, do it."
His slippery pecker glided swiftly as I increased my screwing pace. I knew he needed this and I needed it just as bad as he did.
"Fuck ... fuck, fuck it," he begged, "Ohhh, baby, you're killing me ... I can't stand it. I can't stand it." His hands reached out, one hand gripping his tool, the other forcing my head over it as he neared climax.
I fucked his asshole faster, as I felt him increasing the pace of his pecker thrusts.
"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried aloud. "Suck it off ... eat it, eat that sticky stuff ... eat it up." His penis shot its load and I sucked it swiftly as I finished him off.
I didn't quit thrusting until I'd devoured him. Then, I slowly eased the huge plastic joint out of his ass.
"Oh, God, you're gorgeous," he gasped, "that was the best screw since one of those hot chicks in France fucked me."
"What about me?" I smiled, unstrapping the dildo.
"What about you?"
"Aren't you going to eat my pussy ... my hole's on fire, honey, after all that wild screwing."
"I'll tell you what ... let's do like the chicks in Paris do, too. Put on those white boots, hold my strap and beat my ass into submission. When it's nice and red, suck my ass out, and then ask me to eat your ass out and lick your cunt clean. It's the only way to fly."
"Sounds groovy ... you should have brought back pictures from Paris."
"I did," he grinned.
"Let me see them," I urged.
"Well, they're awfully foul," he grinned, "but I wouldn't want to let that stop me from showing you a little screwing culture. You know France is where all the sucking started."
"Who told you that?"
"You know it the first time a Frenchie eats your dick, sweetheart," he said, searching for the filthy photos.
At last he showed them to me, and I flipped.
One depicted a girl on all fours, with a guy standing at the table where she had her naked body. The guy behind was ramming it up the tailgate, and the other was pushing it into her mouth."
"Real art ... now, that's what I call culture, I said. "These shots can contribute so much to our understanding of ...
"And this one," he grinned, "isn't that a sweet picture?" ...
One girl was impaled on the penis of this stud who stood up naked and proudly. Another girl was parting his ass cheeks and eating his ass out, while the third was eating his balls.
"This cost," he nodded.
"It should, fucker,'" I told him. "After all three women on the same stud."
"And you'll just love this," he chuckled, handing the next photo to me. I saw a chick on her side. One man was driving it up her gash, the second up her ass, the third ramming it down her throat.
"Isn't she a lovely girl," I said.
"I don't know how lovely she is, but she gives one hell of a fuck," he gloated, "because I screwed her."
"What a pity you didn't pose."
"Yes, it is a crying shame, isn't it?" he commented.
Soon, I'd seen all the foul little shots and wondered what dirty detour his kinky mind would make next.
"Now, sweet sucker, let's get going," he ordered.
I lay on the bed, sprawling out conveniently so he could do wild things. Soon his face was buried in my butt and he was eating it.
I felt his ass-cheeks pressing against my face and I knew he wanted me to eat it.
Poking my tongue out, I licked all around his asshole. He opened wider; I slid inside.
"Suck my ass out," he gasped. "Ohhhh, baby, do it." I kept my tongue flicking faster, massaging his nuts and stroking his juicy dick at the same time.
"Ohhhh, baby, you're beautiful," he said as my slippery tongue slid all the way up his hot asshole.
His tongue returned to my butt, and we both did our thing.
He broke it off, when he said, "I've got to eat your box ... now ... get the boots on, grab that whip and let's get going."
I got off the bed, swiftly got the boots on, found the whip, and there he lay, his buttocks, asking for it.
"You're going to eat my pussy, you dirty cunt-sucker," I said, lashing across his naked, tender flesh.
"Ohhh, No ... no ... never," he moaned.
Instantly I could see the playacting game that turned him on, so I just continued.
"I won't eat your pussy ... I won't ... I won't," he protested. And then I hopped on the bed, placing my butt on the pillows so he could crawl to my snatch, as I'd crack the whip over his ass all the time he was eating my cunt.
"Eat it ... eat it up, you dirty cunt-eater," I called out, bringing the whip down with a cruel fury. "Come on, pussy eater ... get that hot tongue way up there. Ohhhhh, that's it ... like that."
Expertly his tongue worked its way around inside my hot cave. I'd had sex before, but never like this. No doubt about it Dave could have given tongue-training exercises to pussy eaters incorporated.
"Eat that dirty snatch ... eat it ... eat it up," I told him as he gobbled my flowing, hot juices when I came. I kept the whip snapping across his buttocks all the time. Only when his tongue had finished my box did I stop.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Dave was really cool ... he called a taxi to take me back to Rodney's pad.
It was about four a.m. when I got in and Rodney was waiting for me.
"Did he like you?" he demanded when I walked in the door.
"Here's your hundred bucks," I said, handing it over to him, without batting an eye. I hoped he wouldn't ask about the tip.
"He give you anything more?"
"A small tip ... just for me."
"Split," he insisted.
I angrily took another fifty and handed it to him.
"You are a shrewd cookie," I laughed it off. "I think he might use me in a movie ... a cleanie."
"Don't knock Parrot Pictures," he smiled.
"Oh, I'm dying to see that marvelous show we filmed today. I'm sure it will be a smash."
"Don't knock it, honey ... don't knock it," he said, putting the bills away in his wallet carefully.
"Maybe I'll win an award for Sucking Sisters ... a golden vagina statue or something."
"Just so they don't give you a Golden Phallus award," he said crisply.
"You rat," I laughed.
"No. I'm serious. Gilda has been on the phone all night. She thinks you are the greatest thing to hit Hollywood since Monroe. She wants you to fly up to San Francisco with her for the weekend."
"Oh, no ... no ... I won't do it."
"Don't be so difficult. Gilda is a rich woman. She owns a couple bars in the valley and she has a lot of powerful connections."
"But why do I have to do things with her?"
"Because she might help you."
"Look, Rodney, if you think I'm enjoying my whore's life, you've got another think coming. I don't dig it."
"Well, don't get belligerent about it," he snapped.
"I suppose you want a fuck ... forget it."
"What kind of sex beast do you think I am?" he grimaced.
"I don't know for sure, but I'm finding out," I told him flatly.
I was ever so grateful he let me sleep. When I awoke to a telephone's insistent ringing, I glanced at the clock and saw it was four p.m.
"Hello," I mumbled into the phone.
"Hello, darling," a soft feminine voice purred. "You keep late hours ... or should I say early?"
"Who is this?" I asked, still foggy.
"Gilda, darling, Gilda."
"Oh, hi ... I'm not awake."
"It's only four p.m.," she laughed, "maybe you need some more sleep."
"Nooo," I told her, "I'm awake now."
"I just wanted to invite you to San Francisco for the weekend," she purred smoothly.
"I'd love to but ... "
"I'll pick you up at eight o'clock tonight," she said, "I'll park at the airport. Only takes an hour from L.A.."
"But I said I couldn't make it."
"See you later, darling." She hung up. Rodney walked in and pulled the drapes. The blinding afternoon sunshine flashed uncomfortably across the room.
"Do you have to do that?" I asked him.
"Yes ... It's time you get up."
I saw he was standing there bare ass naked. And then I saw the houseboy, standing there naked too. Both of them had hard-ons and they both looked horny as hell.
"Must we?" I demanded.
"We must," he replied. "I like ass fucks, and Tom is nuts about your cunt ... so let's get cracking."
I scratched my head nervously. I felt like a sex-slave, on a timetable yet.
Soon I felt Rodney's huge, throbbing member, greased and ready, gliding up my asshole.
"Ohhh, you're nice here," he panted, "throw it back to me. I love your ass."
Judging from the way he shoved his pecker up there, I was a believer.
Tom got next to me and soon his pecker drove up my pussy. When the two of them were screwing I couldn't help but wonder if they were hot for each other. Their arms wrapped about each other as they drove their cocks up there.
"You like the three way?" Tom smiled.
"What if I didn't?" I smirked.
"She likes it," Rodney grunted, driving his dagger dick up there with hard impact.
The two cocks did excite me, igniting me into my best ass movements I ever had.
"Twist that ass, grind it around," Rodney demanded. As I swung my butt for him. I took Tom's cock along for the ride.
"Ohhhh, that's good," Tom exclaimed.
"Sure it is," Rodney laughed, "now, let's finish her ass off good. Get going."
The two men increased tempo together. As the bed springs squeaked with our combined weight, we built to a shattering climax.
"Ohhhh, fuck it," Tom panted, "I love your cunt, you've got a wild box ... baby, wild."
In and out Rodney drove his dick, stabbing it to the hilt. Tom's thrust pace increased. We brought it to a shattering climax.
"Fuck ... fuck, fuck it off," he demanded as we all creamed together. Together they pulled their cum-dripping dicks out of my box.
"The best way to start the day is a good grind," I laughed, as I hopped off the bed and headed for the shower. "And I'm starved. All this fucking and sucking ... I'm pooped. Tom, baby, have the cook fix me a good steak and a gallon of orange juice."
"A gallon." Rodney chuckled.
"At least, lover, at least."
As the shower refreshed my body I contemplated San Francisco. I'd heard so much about it. I saw Tony Bennett sing about it in person in Chicago one time. Now, I was going to see it ... but it was all wrong. I shouldn't be flying for weekend junkets with Gilda. God, was I turning into a sex-freak. This vile fear troubled me no end.
Tom did his thing. The cook had fixed a steak yea-thick. The orange juice shot fresh pep into my body and at last I could relax. I went out to lie near the pool and read the papers.
On reading the terrible things that were happening in the nation, around the world, black as my life looked it was brighter by far than racial riots, Vietnam, famine, flood, quakes.
I threw the paper aside, and suddenly I felt the urge to sleep. I was out like a light, until I felt Rodney's hand on my shoulder.
"Gilda will be here soon," he said softly. "Whha-what?" I asked groggily.
"Gilda ... you know you promised her you'd go to San Francisco with her for the weekend."
"Oh, yes, I did, didn't I?" I was in the whirlpool now. Day and night sex action! I might have checked into a whorehouse in Nevada and been doing the same thing as launching myself into a model and film career.
I got up, went to Rodney's bedroom where I had my few belongings and dressed. Packing a small overnight case I went back downstairs.
"Hi, honey," Gilda called out, "you're right on the button."
"Hi, Gilda," I smiled weakly. She did look fabulous, dressed all in white. Her outfit with her flame-colored hair made her look mighty appealing ...
We drove to the airport in silence. Once we were plane-bound for the super city by the sea, the stewardess asked, "Would you like a drink?"
"I was wondering when you'd ask that," Gilda laughed. "Yes, a double scotch on the rocks."
I ordered, too, and as we sipped our third drinks, the glittering lights of San Francisco spread out before us like a glowing welcome mat.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Gilda gasped. "Over there, see, that's the Golden Gate."
"There?" I pointed.
"Oh, no, honey ... that's the Oakland Bay Bridge ... way over there is the Golden Gate."
Our plane was swooping down low and I saw the beautiful bridge as we flashed by it. Soon we landed.
"I love the view from the top of the Mark," Gilda said, as we went through another round of drinks. Finally, she said, "Let's retire."
I knew she had sex on her mind. I could tell from that same nervous, anxious look men get when they get turned on and want to make it.
Later, in our bedroom, she stripped to the bare buff and walked across our room, glancing out the windows.
"This is a beautiful place," she commented, as she so obviously paraded her nude body for my benefit. I lay down and I hadn't been there a moment before she was on me. Her lips found mine, her tongue did its thing. Soon, she was sucking away like a hungry baby on my titties.
"You know I like you?" she asked, breathlessly.
"I gathered that," I told her.
"I'm helpless in your grasp ... oh, lover, let's sixty-nine together. I've waited so long for this."
"But, Gilda, I've only known you a couple days."
"It has seemed like an eternity," she panted, "you do something to me."
"Apparently," I smiled.
Soon we were going to town. Her tongue stabbing my gash, and my tongue licking her pussy.
It didn't take me long to climax. Suddenly the overpowering truth about me flashed before me. I was a Lez. Gilda and I were soul sisters. We were meant to make love. It wasn't wrong, not when sex, kissing and sucking came naturally. It had to be right. We slept holding each other cradled in our crotches. When I awoke, Gilda said, "I've got a hard-on for you."
"Oh, have you?" I laughed.
Hastily she got off the bed, strapped on her dildo and returned. I spread, and her big plastic prick stabbed my cunt.
Our breasts touched, the thrills vibrated throughout my body. Our lips crushed on each other, our tongues found each other.
"Ohhhh, that's groovy," I gasped, reaching around to pull her thrusting buttocks to me.
"You like it?" she demanded excitedly.
"Oh, yes I do," I told her. "You give me a better fucking than all the studs who've driven their hammers up me put together."
"I knew it ... I knew you'd like this kind of sex," she grinned as she continued fucking. And then I felt something hot shooting inside me.
"Oh, my God, what's that?"
"The best dildo money can buy, doing its wild thing," she laughed. I thrust my hips forward, savoring every delicious moment of this delirious excitement.
I came too. It was too beautiful not to come. We clasped each other gasping, gripping loving.
"Ohhhh, that's beautiful," I gasped, when she finished fucking, and pulled the dripping dildo out.
"You and I are going to live together," she insisted.
"What do I do about Rodney?"
"I can handle him. Cheap fucker. He likes to have cunts pimp for him so he can live in that big house. But I got goods on him that makes him jump ... so don't you worry, honey ... I'll move you out or my name isn't Gilda."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When I got back to town, Gilda drove right over to Rodney's place and told him off.
"She's moving in with me ... sorry about that."
"I know," he commented wryly. "Never trust a ... "
"Honey ... watch your words ... or should I remind you what Gilda has."
"Someday I'll kill you, bitch!"
Turning to me, "With you as my witness, he threatened me, didn't he ... didn't he?"
"Yes," I said, "but it's a hollow threat ... let's get going."
"And I suppose you aren't even going to say thank you," Rodney snapped.
"Never," I snapped, and walked out coldly. Gilda's place was something else. She obviously had money or she couldn't afford the penthouse place she had. Things were going great. Gilda did great things for me. We teamed up in a series of great films. The titles weren't what you'd call the nicest, but nevertheless, they kept us living.
Four months had passed, when Gilda held out a paper to me, "I see Sucking Sisters is a big hit. I'm really thrilled about that," she glowed. "It was our first day together."
As the days glided by I had a feeling I was being followed. I wondered if Rodney was getting even. Then one night it all unraveled.
"Baby, I've found you," Daddy exclaimed.
"Who's he?" Gilda exclaimed, "Some sugar daddy you left behind."
"No. This is my own father. Oh, Daddy, come in." Daddy stood there hugging me closely ...
"You live in a nice place," he said. Then he recognized Gilda. "I know you from somewhere."
"I do a lot of shows," she smiled proudly.
"Baby, get out of this racket," Daddy begged. "Your picture The Sucking Sisters played back home and I've got to leave town for good. They saw you and the whole town got to talking about it. The picture held over for weeks, until everybody got to see it. You know it's not like we live in Chicago ... a small suburb is where everybody knows everybody. Please come home."
Gilda glowered at him. "She has a good career going. Don't try to wreck her life, huh?"
Daddy just about died. "Baby, I know what's happening. I've had a private eye tailing you for weeks."
"Why don't you get lost," Gilda snapped.
"I'm her father," Dad lashed out. "I know
what you are. You're one of those Lez girls. I know. My private investigation revealed plenty ... about both of you. Please, baby, please, in Momma's holy name, in the name of God, get out of here."
Mentioning Momma must have done it. I saw my whole life flash before me ever since I came to flick-ville ... I wanted to vomit. Guilt surged through me, and I knew I had to end my affair with Gilda.
I slowly, methodically packed my things, remaining cool in spite of Gilda's heated protests.
"I'm sorry," I told her, "but I must go."
Daddy carried my two pieces of luggage down the hall, and I hugged Gilda goodbye.
"Forgive me, baby," I told her tearfully. "You've been mighty good to me, but it must end like this."
She wiped her tears away and smiled, "I know ... It always does." The pained look on her beautiful face tortured me but I had to do what I had to do.
Daddy talked me into leaving town, but he couldn't invite me to come home because he'd sold the house and was looking for work himself.
"Can't we get together again?" he asked gently ...
"No ... no, we never can," I told him.
I went to Vegas, after telling Daddy I loved him much too much to continue our sordid little affair. I had lived lavishly with Gilda and my few hundred dollars flew fast. Finally I was flat broke. I figured I might make a little loot if I cased a classy casino bar. I had exactly five bucks left, and then I was flat broke.
"What'll you have, lady?" the bartender asked abruptly.
In my best, low, sexy voice, I said, "Double scotch on the rocks."
The gentlemen beside me eyed me.
"Hi," he grinned, rubbing his leg next to mine. I pushed back. "Hi," I smiled warmly. That did it. Five drinks later he said, "Your place or mine?"
"Yours, tiger," I chuckled.
In his handsome suite at the Ritz-Oasis, he said, "Strip baby, let me see what I'm getting."
"First-and I hate to do this, but I must how much?"
"Hundred dollars for the night," he said flatly.
"Don't some chicks make it a hundred bucks an hour?"
"When they work with the organization," he smirked, "you're an independent, that's different."
"Money first," I said softly. He peeled out five twenties, and I stripped. Then he went to a closet and said, "I like to blindfold my girls when I fuck them."
"That's different."
"That's why I do it that way," he chuckled, tying the blindfold on tightly. "I don't dig monotony ... dig?"
That night my poor body took a beating like I never knew anybody could take and survive. I felt the sting of the whips, the impact of his fist smashing against my face, and then I was out. I never came to until I was found tied and gagged on a desert highway the next morning ...
They took me to a hospital and it took months before my body was well enough to go to work. Then, I decided I'd forget easy money. I'd try selling sex when hell froze over. I wanted no more part of the sadistic brutes who get kicks out of vicious beatings.
I took a waitress job and began saving money. When I had saved enough I figured I could go back to Chicago. Then I could go to night school, get a good job and quit this whoring racket. It's not all money, big cars, and wild orgies ... some of it is damned dirty ... I know-firsthand! ...
