Jennie Madison leaned back against the seat of the pick-up truck. She was hot and damp, and her old blue jeans were feeling too tight to contain her passions. Jim Haines, football star, really knew how to get to her ... right now his rough hand was stroking her young tummy.
"No ... please don't," she whispered. But Big Jim always got his way with his women--all the women from Desert High School. Jennie Madison was from premier stock and he had wanted her from the first day he saw her. Five foot five, long blonde hair that cascaded around her oval face. Bright blue eyes which seemed to set off her voluptuous mouth. But down below was where Jennie Madison had made her impression. For a eighteen-year-old, she had a body that was incredible. Her breasts were not huge, but perfectly shaped. Her belly was flat, and her hips flared gently from her waist, angling down into firm, rounded thighs. In simple words, she was a California dream.
And now Jim Haines was taking this blonde for his own. Her blouse was open, and her bra unsnapped. Her firm breasts pushed out from beneath the cotton, her nipples were red and throbbing. Jennie pulled Jim's hand from inside her jeans and placed it back on her breast. This was as far as she would allow him to go. It was their first date.
"Stay out of there, please," she whispered again. But the heat from between her legs made her words seem empty.
"Shit," Haines complained pushing his hand deeper along the smooth, hot skin and feeling the first edge of her silken muff "don't make me stop, Jennie. I'm going crazy."
Jennie moaned, reached down and gripped his wrist. She held him tightly, and used all her strength to pull him back. Her soul was crying out for his touch, but she was not so far gone on the two cans of Coors as to ignore the reality of her conscience. "No, Jim. I can't. I just can't."
Jim pulled away from her and jerked himself back across the seat and behind the wheel. He pulled the pack of Camels off the dash and lit one. From the way he exhaled, Jennie could tell that he was upset.
Slowly, the beautiful young girl began buttoning her blouse. The warm desert breeze which had felt so good only moments before as it drifted across her fiery nipples now became a cold and ominous wind. "I'm cold, Jim," she said quietly.
"Yeah, and I'm burning up. God, Jennie, you torture me."
Jennie looked at the tall, blonde junior and smiled. He was the man on campus, the quarterback on the football team, the best-looking dude in the school. Any girl would have sacrificed her virginity to spend the night with him-any girl but Jennie Madison. She was still a virgin and wanted to remain that way until she married. It was corny and out of date, and she knew it.
"I'm sorry, Jim," she said, her voice now even and in control. "But I just want to save myself.
Jim nodded. "Yeah. Okay." Then he turned and smiled at her. "I understand, Jennie. But sometimes a guy gets so hot, especially with a girl like you. It's a shitty thing."
She liked him, always had. And she didn't want to lose him. "Well," she began in a seductive voice, "I guess I can help you. I mean, without actually doing it myself."
A broad grin flashed across Jim's face. "Would you?"
Jennie slid across the seat and placed her hand on Jim's groin. What she felt beneath his levis made her gasp. "My God!" she exclaimed in a whisper.
"The first one?" Jim asked.
"Yes," Jennie blushed. And she was telling at least part of the truth. Living with her father in the town of Baker, she had seen him once only a few months ago. It had been the first time. He had been in the shower, and had not known that his daughter was home. They had met in the hallway, he standing there stark naked with his large cock hanging between his legs. Jennie had been at once fascinated and repulsed. Neither could move. She had riveted her gaze on his dark, thick meat and felt her stomach churning. A smile had passed quickly, almost imperceptibly across her father's face, and then he had turned and walked quickly back into the bathroom. That had been the only time Jennie had seen a man's penis.
But now, in the semidarkness of the pickup's cab, with Clint Eastwood gunning down another poor loser on the screen in front of them, Jennie watched with a strange mixture of eagerness and fear. Jim lifted himself off the seat and pulled down his jeans. The huge bulge in his white jockey shorts throbbed.
Jennie shifted herself on the seat, and closed her thighs tightly. She felt the muscles in her stomach tighten as Jim pulled the white cotton across his cock and released his stiff, throbbing penis.
"Touch it, Jennie," Jim said breathlessly.
"It's so big, Jim."
"I'm lucky, I guess," Jim said proudly.
Jennie placed her hand on his thigh and stayed there. "It'll squirt all over the place, won't it?"
Jim laughed. "Use a hanky or something."
"Okay." Jennie pulled a small white handkerchief out of her purse and put it on Jim's thigh. Then, taking the plunge with almost a sense of desperation, she touched the throbbing tip. A small drop of semen appeared at the hole. "It's so hot!" she said.
"It ought to be" Jim laughed. "Go ahead, Jennie. I can't last too much longer with you sitting there staring at me like that."
Jennie opened her fingers and gripped his prick. The veins seemed to pulsate of their own accord as she slowly began stroking him. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, watching it with a fascinated, turned-on expression. Her full lips were parted, and her tongue ran involuntarily across them, creating a sensuous sheen on the red flesh.
"Put it in your mouth, Jennie," Jim said as casually as he could.
"No...." Jennie whispered.
"Please ... it's all right."
Jim reached behind her and gently forced her forward until her ruby lips were less than an inch away from its tip. She tightened and tried to pull away, but Jim held her strongly. "C'mon baby ... it's nothing."
Jennie could feel the heat of his cock against her lips. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Jim arched his belly upwards and guided his dick between her lips. Jennie allowed him to slide five inches into her mouth.
She held him there inside without moving. Suddenly, Jim began jerking himself up against her, and his cock exploded. Jennie tried to pull away, but it was too late. Huge globs of jism spurted into her throat, and she gagged as the stuff forced its way down her pipe.
"Oh ... Jesus!" Jim groaned as he came for what seemed like an eternity. When he finally finished, he lifted her gently off his cock and looked into her eyes. "You all right?" he asked.
Jennie's eyes were glazed. Small drops of semen rested at the corners of her mouth. "I don't know...." she replied.
"Here," Jim began, opening another can of Coors and handing it to her. "Drink it, it'll wash it down."
Jennie took the beer and swallowed hard. When she finished, she looked down at Jim's groin and shook her head. "I never thought I'd ever do that," she said simply.
Jim stroked her hair, moving it away from her face. "Hey, it was fantastic. I mean that. You really made me feel good."
Jennie smiled-a wan almost little-girl-lost smile. "I guess it isn't the end of the world, is it?"
"No way," Jim laughed. "Just the beginning."
Jennie nodded. "I guess I don't know too much, do I?"
"You'll learn, Jennie," Jim said. And he meant it. Jim had been around a lot, and he considered himself a stud. Every girl in school had thrown herself at him, and he had enjoyed it. He had always wanted them in a certain way-a kind of animalistic way which was purely physical. Jennie was the first girl he had ever wanted for more than a good lay.
"Someday," Jim began, kissing Jennie gently on the cheek, "I'm going to marry you."
Jennie laughed. "And then we can really go all the way, right?"
"Right!" Jim replied, pulling her close to him. It was a good Saturday night, the best either of them had ever had. And it was the first time that either saw a way out of the stifling little desert town of Baker, California.
* * *
For Tom Madison, the little town of Baker was exactly as advertised-"the gateway to Death Valley." The halfway junction of small beer bars, gas stations, and one motel between Los Angeles and Las Vegas had grabbed fifteen years of the man's life. When Jennie was born, and Tom had worked at the Hughes aircraft plant in Santa Monica, life had been good. But then came the layoff, and the beginning of the journey from Los Angeles. The small beer bar called Desert Haven had been for sale and Tom had bought it. Twelve years passed, and it had been nothing more than a downhill slide.
Jennie's mother had flung herself off the nowhere track with an underwear salesman on his way to Las Vegas. The short, fat slick hustler had stopped in at the Haven for a couple of beers, and that had been it. She was gone that night.
Tom had carried on, raising his beautiful daughter and running the Haven. But it was hell. This Saturday night was no different. The usual group had sidled into the rundown bar and took their usual places. Tom stood behind the counter and opened one bottle after another, drinking along with his customers.
Elmer from the gas station, a simpleminded, horny old man, raised his bottle and grinned. "To cunts all over the world!"
Tom smiled, a sneering, almost sickly smile, and drank with the old man. It was ten minutes to two; only six hundred more seconds and he could rid himself of the pissy-ass drunks at his bar.
"Tom, you fucker," Elmer continued after downing half his bottle. "What say you and me get into that jalopy of yours and head into Vegas tonight? Time we get there, the whores'll be goin' for ten cents a crack!"
"Shit, Elmer," Tom said. "I'm bushed. Been a long fucker."
Elmer grinned. "That little girl of yours, probably been a long night for her. Eh?"
Tom looked at the old man and then at the clock. Four hundred and twenty seconds. If he hit the old man now, it would cost him a half hour of trying to straighten out the goddamn mess before he could go home. Once before, when Jennie had come by the bar wearing her halter top and short, cut-off levis, he had slugged one of his customers. The man had reached out and grabbed his daughter's little ass. Tom had seen red, been blinded by it.
"Elmer," Tom began in a cold voice, "you're damn lucky it's near closing time. I'd knock the rest of your teeth out if it weren't."
"Shit, Tom," Elmer cried, his blue eyes watery from the beer, "I'm just piss ass drunk is all. Don't take offense."
"Don't talk about Jennie that way, and I won't. Understand?"
Elmer nodded, his face clouded over, his smile turning into a pitiful frown. "It's just a damn shame ... I mean, she's such a pretty girl. I never had me a pretty girl before."
Tom looked at the old man, reached down behind the bar and grabbed another beer. "Here, old timer. One for the road, okay?"
"You ain't sore, then?"
"No. It's okay."
"Shit, Tom," Elmer blubbered, "you're all right. I mean that."
"Yeah. All right," Tom said as he downed his twentieth beer of the evening.
Before locking up the Haven, Tom took a bottle of Jack Daniels from the shelf. He cursed himself-it was a hell of a way to keep inventory. But shit, he thought, if a man can't drink his own whiskey, then what good is it anyway? It had been this way almost every night, with the fifth being downed before sleep could takes its hold.
Outside, the dusty town of Baker was asleep, except for the all-night restaurant and the gas station. Tom walked down the dirt road off the main highway watched the huge freeway for a minute, then continued towards his little two-bedroom house on the outskirts. It was a hellishly hot night, being the middle of August, and the scorching desert winds seemed to make him feel even more stoned than he was.
As he walked along the dusty road, he pulled regularly at the bottle of Jack. The sweet, smooth whiskey seemed to pour gently down his throat. Each tug at the bottle gave him more energy, and life seemed to return to what he had considered a dead soul.
The lights were off inside the wood-framed little house. That meant that Jennie was home from her date. That was good. Tom would be able to sit alone in the back yard, drink his whiskey, and maybe jack off before hitting the sack. At least, for a few hours, he would find something akin to total peace.
But as he walked toward the front door, he noticed his good shovel lying on the sand beneath Jennie's window. In his cloudy memory, he recalled having taken the shovel out earlier that morning to begin digging trenches for his cactus garden. He laughed at the idea of planting a garden. It was ludicrous.
The curtains to Jennie's room were open. The moonlight streamed through the glass and illuminated the bed next to the window. Tom Madison leaned down to pick up the shovel, but stopped as his heart froze.
She lay there like a vision from heaven. The sheets were thrown back and her young, nude body was completely exposed. Her legs were spread wide, both her hands resting between them. Her mouth seemed contorted as she breathed passionately. Her breasts, the nipples large and taut, rose and fell with the rhythmical movements of her hands. Moisture had spread across her naked flesh, and glistened in the light of the moon.
Tom peered into the room and watched his daughter. He was no more than two feet from her, a matter of inches, separated from her by the glass of the window. But it seemed like a hundred miles. The woman who stroked her vagina was not his daughter, but the most beautifully exciting female he had seen in his entire life.
Tom had not seen his daughter without clothes since the girl had reached puberty. He had vowed to himself then that the blossoming beauty would not be allowed to raise the horrendous desire of sex in his mind. They had been close throughout the years, but not so close that Tom could not stand back and see his daughter as a woman. Now he was seeing her fully-and sexually.
The bottle lay in the sand next to the shovel. Tom crouched low at the window and held his stiff penis in his hand jerking himself off slowly, matching the movements of his daughter's belly as she brought herself to climax.
Her body was white and almost spiritual. And even when she reached her orgasm, as her flesh shuddered and she raised her firm ass high off the bed, she never really seemed human.
Tom held his penis as it shuddered and spurted his come onto the dirt. He let out a small groan. His eyes never left the bed as he watched his daughter slowly moving her hands across her blonde tuft of hair. She opened and closed her thighs around her hands. Finally she rolled over onto her side without drawing the sheets across her nudity and went to sleep.
He stood outside the window and stared at her for a long time. She was incredibly beautiful. Her back was strong, and the arched line of her spine moved gracefully, yet powerfully, into the flaring curve of her buttocks. The crack of her ass was thin and strong, and the muscles of her buttocks seemed to flex with every breath. Tom held his limp cock and leaned down for his bottle. He swigged at the soothing whiskey, then swigged again.
Jennie started to roll over, and Tom ducked. He held his breath as he crouched low beneath the window. Suddenly a deep sense of shame flooded his senses. Quickly he stuffed his cock back into his Levis and moved quietly towards the front door.
Once inside the living room, it was almost impossible for him to believe it had actually occurred. The house was the same, the overstuffed couch, the old television, the high school photo of Jennie hanging above the couch. The reality of the home seemed diminished, replaced by the reality of what had happened outside.
Tom moved slowly and quietly to his bedroom. The small room with the dresser and the single bed in the corner seemed oppressive and constricting. Quickly, he shed his clothes and sat down on the edge of bed and began drinking from his bottle.
Tom stared into the darkness. His cock stood up from his belly like a pole, throbbing and aching for release. The hot winds of the desert night caressed his naked body. The empty bottle of whiskey lay on the floor next to the bed. And the vision of the beautiful naked teenager in the next room singed his brain.
It was impossible to stop himself. like a zombie, Tom rose from the side of his bed and walked directly across the hall and into his daughter's bedroom.
Jennie lay naked on the sheets, her face turned towards the window. Her body was inviting and cool-her thighs spread slightly, revealing the slit between them. Her breasts, rising firmly and upright from her chest, rose and fell with her even breathing.
Tom moved towards the bed and stood above her. His cock stood out from his belly. He touched it and felt it throb.
As he dropped to his knees, Jennie moaned, shifted herself on the bed, and turned over, facing him. Tom leaned forwards to her and put his mouth against hers.
Jennie groaned, threw out her arms and held his neck, pressing her lips firmly against his. Her tongue darted out to meet his, and she sucked in slowly, making a soft whistling sound.
Tom moved his hand lightly across her breast, feeling her nipple rise beneath his touch. His hand moved down across her flat belly and to her thighs. She spread her legs and groaned. Tom moved up between the firm appendages and pushed the side of his hand gently against her warm slit. Jennie clenched her thighs tightly around his hand and held him there.
Tom continued to caress his daughter as he raised his leg and lifted himself onto the bed. His huge, throbbing cock was plastered against her cool belly. He reached down, took her hand and moved it to his groin. Jennie grasped his penis and began stroking him easily.
"I can't wait," she said sleepily. "I can't wait "
Jennie took the initiative now. She pulled Tom onto her as she rolled over onto her back. Her thighs spread easily. She reached down between their bellies and held his penis. Arching herself upwards, she directed the tip of the throbbing meat against her clitoris and began rubbing herself with it.
"It's now ... I won't wait . . " she said over and over again.
And then Tom felt himself slip between her strong, firm labia. Jennie cried out in soft sobs as inch after inch penetrated her sweetly moist cunt.
"God ... fuck me ... put it inside me ... come inside me...!"
Tom was now moving out of instinct. The woman beneath him was a dream. His daughter was not here any longer. He pushed himself hard, and drove his cock deeply inside her. When he was all the way in, he stopped. Jennie pulled her thighs together and locked him in.
"I've wanted you there ... always. ... " Her voice was hushed and distant, like a sleepwalker's. She continued to kiss him feverishly, then finally released her grip on his penis.
"Fuck me now!" she said.
Tom began pumping quickly into his daughter. She responded vigorously, throwing her pelvis hard against his belly as his cock penetrated her deeply.
"God-harder-harder!! !" She was crying now as she threw her head from side to side. Her lips were moist and swollen and her tongue moved almost uncontrollably across the flesh.
Tom could not hold himself. He grunted, then cried out as his cock exploded inside her. The semen spurted forth like an eruption. Jennie pushed herself against him, and took his come.
"It feels so good!" she cried.
Jennie did not scream until two minutes afterwards. Her panting, drunken father lay against her like a sick animal. The dreams of Jim Haines disappeared into the reality of her waking nightmare. She felt like vomiting, but even with her gagging, nothing would come up.
"Jennie ... Jennie ... Jennie!" Tom cried over and over again. She scratched and cried and pushed and kicked. Finally, he fell to the floor like a bag of cement. Jennie stared down at him with wide, shocked eyes.
"My God!" she cried.
Tom lay on the floor, tried to adjust himself. There was nothing he could do or say. His head spun from the whiskey. "Please...." he begged.
Jennie reached for the sheet and wrapped it around her body with a violent tug. "Daddy-no!"
Tom tried to get to his feet, but collapsed to the floor. He hit his head on the hardwood. And blackness, almost mercifully, came to him.
Jennie stared at the naked hulk on the floor beside her bed. She could tot believe it was her father. But the gnawing truth would not leave her; the nightmare would not end.
Slowly, she climbed from her bed, stepped around him, and went into the bathroom. She waited a moment for the hot water, then began washing herself. The warm towel was not hot enough as she pushed the corner up between her legs with powerful thrusts. She would not, could not look at her reflection in the mirror.
Finally, she finished washing herself. She took the deodorant from the cabinet and wiped the sweet smelling paste across her flesh, then down between her legs. Then she took the bath talc and dumped huge amounts over herself. When she had finished that, she brushed her teeth three times, gargled with mouthwash, and brushed again. Then she took a ten-minute shower.
The traffic on Highway 15 between Las Vegas and Los Angeles is not too heavy at four o'clock in the morning. The early losers from Vegas are trying to make their way back home, and even a beautiful young blonde standing on the freeway is not enough to stop them, if they even see her in the first place.
Jennie had been standing on the edge of the highway for fifteen minutes. Three cars had passed, and none had stopped. The wind which had been blowing earlier had now stopped, and it was a beautiful, starry night in the desert.
She waited. Her mind was not functioning. She was there, on the highway, and needed a ride. That was all there was to it. Nothing more.
A late model Buick appeared, screeched on its brakes, and finally came to a halt a hundred feet down the road. Jennie picked up her little suitcase and ran the distance.
"Well, well, what've We got here?"
Jenny peered in at the balding, fat driver who leered at her obscenely. The green lights of his dash provided his face with an eerie, sickening hue. "I'm Jennie. I need a ride to L.A."
The driver nodded. "Of course you do. Just slide your pretty little behind in here and I'll take you anywhere."
Jennie climbed into the car, closed the door and leaned back against the plush seat. "Thank you," she said coldly.
"My name's Al," the driver said as he pulled onto the dark highway.
Jennie nodded at Al, then turned to watch the highway.
Al was silent for five minutes, occasionally turning his glance away from the road and towards the teenager. Finally he spoke. "You need money?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Jennie replied.
"Well now," Al grinned. "We could take care of that. How would you like ten dollars?"
"That'd be fine," Jennie said.
Al laughed. He couldn't believe his luck. Twelve hours sweating his fucking brow off in Vegas, losing his marbles at the damn roulette wheel. He'd have to get another loop running within a few days. And he didn't want to. He was tired of getting together with the damn models, watching them fuck and suck all day, and listening to them complain. He needed a vacation. He had hoped that he would be able to parlay his twenty-five hundred into some reasonable figure and take a few months off. But no, he blew it.
"All is not lost!" Al chortled as he comforted him-self with his latest find.
"Huh?"
"Nothing, Jennie;" Al replied. "Just thinking to myself. You know, a man gets real lonely out here on this road. Starts talking to himself."
Jennie nodded. This was a strange man talking to her. She didn't know him, nor did she really care. She was feeling nothing, thinking nothing. All that mattered was that she was traveling at sixty miles an hour away from Baker.
"Listen," Al continued, "about that ten? Why don't you just take off your clothes and we'll see what develops?" Al laughed.
"Okay," Jennie said. Quickly, almost mechanically, she pulled off her tee shirt, then raised herself off the seat and pulled down her jeans. She kicked the levis off and sat with her hands in her lap.
"Goddamn! You're built!"
"Thanks," Jennie said simply.
"Hey," Al began, "spread it a little for me, huh?"
Jennie looked at him, a quizzical expression on her face.
"I mean, spread your legs. Let me look at that sweet young beaver of yours."
Jennie turned toward him, leaned against the door, and threw her left leg across the back of the seat. Al reached over and turned on the dome light.
Her cunt was beautiful. Her labia were firm and pink, with barely a shade of young fuzz around them. Her pubic hair was so light and so sparse that it barely covered anything. Her little clit grew erect as Al stared at her.
"I think I'll pull off the road," Al said, slamming on his brakes and bringing the 'car to a lurching stop.
Jennie lay on the seat with her legs widespread and watched as Al struggled with his pants. Finally, he managed to get them down around his knees. He moved out from behind the steering wheel and hovered above her. His penis was bright red and throbbing.
"Take it in your mouth!" Al demanded.
Jennie nodded, reached out and grasped his cock. She pulled him towards her and parted her lips. Mechanically, she began bobbing back and forth along his shaft.
Al came instantly, small drops of semen drooling from the end of his cock. He pulled out of the girl's mouth, and knelt down between her legs. He parted Jennie's labia, looked at her sweet pinkness, and began kissing the evenly folded flesh of her cunt.
Jennie stared at the ceiling and wished that they were moving again.
Al continued eating her, pushing his tongue as deeply as he could into her not-too-moist slit. Finally, he tired and sat up. "Goddamn," he began, his face flushed, "what the hell's wrong with you?"
Jennie threw him that quizzical look again. "Nothing," she said.
"I've been giving you the best lick job since tongues were invented and you just sit there! Shit!"
"I'm sorry," Jennie said. "But couldn't we get moving?"
Al shook his head, looked at the beautiful nude teenager, and cursed. He'd seen some like her before, aged before their time. Young girls running from home, drugged out into space on one thing or another, moving through life like zombies. As he pulled back onto highway, he remembered one girl in particular. Her name had been Sandy, and when he had found her, she was only eighteen. But she was a beauty. Her breasts were barely visible then, and just the merest shade of hair had begun flowering around her tiny slit. But the girl had beep big in other ways. World-wise and almost world-weary, she was much older than her years. Al had found her hitchhiking on the Sunset Strip, had brought her back to his cheap Hollywood apartment, and had fucked her. Sandy had seemed to feel nothing.
Al had worried about that, considering himself to be a stud. But then he discovered Sandy's habit, a forty-dollar-a-day habit. She had gotten hooked in high school, and the track marks were not yet visible. Al had helped her keep it going while he used her in his movies. Those fifty films had made him a lot of money, and had bought Sandy a lot of horse.
But then one day Sandy had decided to see just how much heroin her body could stand. She wanted the highest high of all time. If death was it, then she had made it.
And now, as they approached the San Fernando Valley on the outskirts of Los Angeles, Al wondered what this girl's "high" was. She had not spoken since dressing back there in the desert. She had sat there throughout the entire trip, looking straight ahead. But Al would not dump her. She was too good looking. The perfect blonde. The high school cheerleader with the incredible body who would do anything. If he could raise enough cash, he figured he could clean up. like Deep Throat. It was just a matter of playing it right.
The sky to the East was pink as Al drove the San Diego Freeway across the broad valley towards Hollywood. Jennie had never seen Los Angeles before, and she looked from one side of the freeway to the other like a small child.
"You like it here?" Al asked.
"It's green," Jennie replied.
"Yup. Good town. Lot of fun, too."
Jennie continued watching the sprawling valley. "It looks clean," she said.
"Oh no!" Al chuckled. "Just wait till you see the smog. Shit, the place is poisoned!"
"That's too bad."
Al looked at the girl. In the early morning light, she looked even younger. Her blue eyes were clear and sharp. Her face had the creamy complexion of the healthy outdoors type. Perfect.
"Listen, Jennie," Al began, "I don't know why you're coming down here. But you seem to be a little out of it, you know?"
"I'm just trying to keep moving," Jennie replied.
"Uh-huh. Listen, how about staying at my place for a while? I could get you some work, make you some money."
"I guess I don't have a place to stay, do I?"
Al laughed. "You do now-if you want it."
Jennie nodded. "I suppose it would be okay. I mean, I've just got to keep moving, you know?"
Al nodded. When he reached the Vine street turnoff, he pulled off the freeway and drove down into the cross section of Hollywood and Vine. He continued on down until he came to a small motel apartment building with a tennis court on one side and a parking lot on the other.
"Well, here we are, Jennie. Home."
Jennie picked up her suitcase and stepped from the car. She stood for a moment before the large building and stared at it. Sudden images seemed to flood her mind. First of Jim. Then of her father lying crumpled on the floor of her bedroom. A huge, paralyzing swell of emotion gripped her.
"C'mon, baby," Al said, breaking the images, "let's go take a bath together."
"Sure," Jennie replied, following him up the stairs to his second floor apartment. The images were gone.
CHAPTER TWO
Jennie sat on the bed in front of the two hot spotlights whose intensity was so strong that she could not see beyond them. Only the voice of Al provided any proof that anyone was out there beyond the lights.
"You got it?" Al was saying, with a trace of exasperation in his voice, "or you want me to run through it again?"
Jennie nodded.
"Okay. When I say 'action' you begin playing with yourself, rubbing yourself all over. Then you start taking off your clothes and when you're naked, you follow my instructions. Is that clear?"
"Yeah, sure," Jennie replied. But in fact nothing was clear to her. As she sat there, her mind seemed blanker than ever. She felt almost out of her own body, paralyzed by something she could not understand. During the morning hours, as she tried to sleep next to Al, a terrible sense of foreboding and fear had gripped her. But after struggling with it, it had finally turned into a hard, clear sense of nothingness.
"Okay," Al said after moving himself behind the small camera, "begin!"
The words rang through Jennie's skull, as if coming from far away. But she did remember his instructions. She looked at a point between the lights and moved her hands across her chest, gripping each breast and letting it go. She felt nothing, and did not care.
"Keep moving them hands!" Al shouted.
Jennie dropped her hands between her legs, and began caressing the crotch of her levis. She felt moisture down there, as if her body were functioning separately from the realities of her mind.
"Dig in deep Jennie, make me believe it!" Al shouted.
Jennie smiled. "like this?" she asked as she spread her legs and pushed very hard between them.
"Jesus Christ, don't talk!"
"Okay."
Al grunted, cursed and began shouting. "Take off your damn clothes, you stupid bitch!"
Jennie looked towards him with a blank expression. Her fingers worked mechanically at her blouse, one button at a time, until the two sides were hanging open. The bulge of her unclothed breasts shone as the lights cascaded on her white flesh.
"Touch them!" Al said, now a little more quietly. "Touch them and fondle them. Let me see those nips."
Jennie pulled the cloth away from her breasts and revealed them fully. Firm and rounded, with the smallest trace of a tan line just above the large, pink nipple. She moved her fingers delicately across the buds, then down beneath the breasts. She lifted her flesh and held them out toward the camera, as if displaying them.
"Naturally, Jennie," Al ordered. "Do it naturally."
Jennie let her breasts fall, reached down and unsnapped her levis. Slowly, she pulled down the zipper, then spread the pieces of fabric away from her white-fleshed belly.
"Keep toward me as you pull them down," Al said.
She smiled. Then twisted her body so that her legs were pointing directly at the lights. Raising her hips off the bed, she tugged at her levis and pulled them down across her smooth, white belly.
Al watched her undressing through the lens of the camera. His hard-on was throbbing beneath his slacks. He wanted to touch himself, to stroke his cock into orgasm. But he knew that his footage was too valuable to lose on such self-indulgence. Jennie was the most sensual and beautiful teenager he had ever photographed. There would be plenty of time later on for self-abuse. "Keep it coming, honey" he said breathlessly.
Her jeans were down around her ankles now and she was struggling with the folds of material to get them off. Finally, she kicked them away and off the bed. She lay back on the bed, completely naked, and clenched her thighs tightly together.
Al stared at the smooth line running between the rich thighs and the fluff of blonde hair at the end. A perfectly formed triangle, with the gentle promise of pink lips beneath. He moaned silently to himself. "Okay, Jennie, now open it up. Give your fans something to cheer about!"
Slowly, Jennie parted her legs, moving them across the sheets in one slow motion. She twisted herself so that her left hip was raised and her right leg bent. Her crack was fully exposed now, illuminated fully by the strong lights. She was wet down there, and the lights reflected off her love juice and created a sprinkling of tiny sparkling stars.
"Gorgeous, baby, gorgeous!" Al moved up between the lights, keeping the camera whirring. He kneeled down at the foot of the bed and pointed the lens up between Jennie's legs. "Bring your hands down there, between your legs. Touch yourself, finger yourself!" His words were coming now in gasps, as if he were losing control. His cock was aching terribly.
Jennie obeyed. She brought both hands down across her muff and held herself. She moved her fingers slowly across her swollen pink lips. Her breathing now was heavy and muffled. Her breasts ached and her thighs tingled. Still, the feelings were for someone else. They were not wholly her own.
"Inside, baby, go inside!"
Her fingers separated her labia and entered her creamy tunnel. Jennie gasped as she drove one, then two fingers deep inside herself and began pumping.
"Yes, Jennie yes!" Al cried as he adjusted his position and focused on the creamy maze of flesh fingers, and juice.
Her head was thrown back now, and she thrashed from side to side as she masturbated with the energy of a thirty-year-old. Her body had taken on a rich, red hue, and her flesh seemed to vibrate. Finally she reached her zenith, threw her hips high off the bed, and came with her cunt pointing directly at Al's camera.
As she dressed, Jennie did not notice the wet spot on the front of Al's pants. Al, embarrassed and satisfied, fumbled with the camera. It was the first time this had ever happened to him.
"Was I all right?" Jennie asked when she had dressed.
"You were beautiful, baby," Al replied, shutting down the lights. Without the harsh glare of the 2-K's, the room became merely a dank, dark little hole just off Santa Monica Boulevard. They were, in fact, in an extra room behind a small adult bookstore.
"Can we go eat now?" Jennie asked, her blue eyed wide and trusting.
"Sure. Lemme get this stuff to the lab and we'll go eat."
Al was feeling expansive. The film was in the can, thirty minutes of pure heaven. He would process it that day, then take it to Harold, the kingpin producer of X-rated spectaculars. Harold would finance Al in a long-running, full length feature after seeing this loop. There was no doubt that this little blonde desert rat was the find of the century-unused, unseen, and beautifully sexy. And to top it off, Jennie was not seemingly hooked on anything worse .than food. Her cleanliness and simplicity had bothered Al a little, but he was quickly getting over it. It didn't matter, as long as she was willing to dump her clothes and spread her legs.
Jennie ate a hearty breakfast that morning, then hung on to Al's arm as he took her to the Los Angeles Zoo, then drove across town to see the whales at Marineland. Jennie watched everything with a distant, almost blank stare in her eyes. She didn't pay attention to the young men who gazed longingly at her uplifted breasts and her form-fitting Levis. She didn't notice the others who chuckled knowingly as the rotund older man led his little Lolita through the parks. Jennie didn't notice, and Al didn't give a shit. Perfect.
* * *
Harold, like all big Hollywood producers, lived in an expansive home in the Hills of Beverly. The house had been owned by one of Hollywood's premier silent film stars during the golden age of tinsel town. But talkies had come, the film star couldn't speak without lisping, and the house was put on the market. Harold had bought it ten years ago as he began making his move as porno king of the X-rated circuit.
Harold had started with thirty-minute loops, progressed to talking films, and finally into feature-length sex films. His success was terrific, and now he specialized to packaging films.
Harold greeted Al from his chaise lounge by the huge pool in the rear of the house. Two women, in their thirties and with magnificent breasts, floated lazily on the water. Both were nude, and both were lying on the their backs with their legs draped over the sides of the air mattresses. Neither of them made an effort to close their wide open cunts as Al walked across the patio with the little teenager on one arm and a can of film on another.
"You're not gonna believe this, Harold," Al began stopping in front of the thin little man. Harold nodded, raised his gin and tonic and took a sip. His eyes, hidden behind reflector sunglasses, never left Jennie.
"Al," Harold said in his high-pitched voice, "you come up here three times a year and tell me the same thing. I listen to you because I like you. And I like you because you're the sordid kind of loser I could have been had I been born without brains."
Al flinched, but continued. "Harold, this time I mean it. Her name is Jennie."
Harold raised his glass towards the beautiful blonde and smiled. "Jennie, you're very pretty."
Jennie smiled. She was overwhelmed by the luxury of the place, and was finding it difficult to believe that she was actually here. "Thank you," she replied simply.
"She's humble," Harold said with a snicker. "What's her hang-up?"
Al laughed. "Nothing," he replied.
"Nothing? You mean here stands a beautiful little girl, not older than ... ah, fifteen? Sixteen? A beautiful girl, willing to take off her clothes and fuck any stud in town, and she's not addicted to coke, smack, downers or uppers? C'mon, Al!"
"She's from the desert, Harold. She just wants to stay out of the desert. That's her scene."
Jennie listened to the two men talking about her and tried to connect the conversation. But it was difficult. It was as if they were speaking about someone else entirely.
"Okay, Jennie" Harold said, pulling himself off the chaise and taking off his sunglasses. "Why don't you take off your clothes and let's see what you've got."
Jennie glanced at Al. "It's all right Jennie," Al said.
Jennie took off her clothes and dropped them into a small bundle at her feet. She stood very straight and very prim, the afternoon summer sun shining vibrantly off her golden skin.
Harold walked right up to her and put his hand on her breast. He squeezed her nipple hard, and felt the bud come to life.
"Nice tits, huh?" Al said excitedly.
"Passable," Harold replied. "But it's her cunt that gets them these days. Lovelace had a good mouth, but a superb cunt to go along with it. Lie down on the chaise, Jennie, and let's see your cunt."
Jennie moved to the long chair and lay down. Harold stood at her feet, then reached down and grabbed her knees. Slowly, he pulled them apart.
The sun was shining directly between Jennie's thighs. Her smooth young labia seemed to glisten. Her clitoris, barely visible behind the fold of skin which capped it, throbbed gently to life. Harold reached out and touched the tip, and watched Jennie's face as she gasped.
"Does that feel nice?" Harold asked, in an almost fatherly way.
"Yes," Jennie replied.
As Harold continued his investigation of Jennie's body, the two women in the swimming pool had left their mattresses and were now hanging onto the coping near where Jennie lay. Both of the girls stared at the incredibly beautiful young body with obvious envy, and obvious excitement.
"God, do I want a piece of that!" the blonde exclaimed.
"Shut up, you bitch!" Harold lashed back over his shoulder. "No touching until we film it. Everything's got to be real."
Al jumped. "You mean you'll finance?" he asked excitedly.
Harold laughed. "Al," he began plaintively "for you to keep a brownie in focus for an hour straight would be a miracle. I've watched you shoot, and you come all over yourself."
"Jesus, Harold," Al complained. "Please...."
Harold had his fingers up Jennie's tight snatch and was pumping her easily and rhythmically. Jennie lay stone still on the chaise and watched him, alternating between his face and her own cunt. "You like that, do you?" Harold asked.
Jennie nodded. "Yes, I do."
"Harold, she's my discovery!" Al bellowed, watching Harold's face instead of the incredibly erotic scene on-the lounge chair.
"Shut up, fuck-up!" Harold bellowed.
The two women in the pool were now at each other. Beneath that water's level, they were finger-fucking each other with the same rhythms that Harold was using with Jennie.
"Please, Harold. You don't understand. This girl's loyal to me. She won't leave me. You understand?"
Harold laughed again, and watched Jennie as she closed her eyes, raised her hips high off the chaise and shuddered.
"Man," Harold moaned. "She does come nicely, doesn't she?"
Jennie watched Harold now with glazed eyes as the small man pulled down his bathing trunks. His large, swollen cock popped out into the soft afternoon light. He held himself and pointed the tip directly at her. "You don't mind fellatio, do you, little girl?"
"No. It's okay."
Harold moved around to where Jennie's head rested on the edge of the chair. He knelt over the girl so that his cock was in direct alignment with her mouth. "Now open wide, baby," he said breathlessly.
Jennie parted her full, ruby lips and sucked in all of Harold's throbbing meat. She lay there very still as he pumped her hard fucking her throat with jerky, powerful thrusts of his pelvis. He came quickly, and his come spurted deep into her throat, bubbling out at the corners of her mouth in small driblets.
"Now you just try to swallow all of that, eh?" Harold laughed as he watched Jennie gag on the massive amount of sticky stuff. "Drinking your milk? That's a good, good girl."
Jennie finally managed to swallow most of it, then reached for a towel and wiped her mouth.
"Goddamn," Harold said softly, pulling up his trunks. "She's a gas, you know?"
AI was livid by now, feeling the first flash of hot rage that any man feels when he knows he is getting screwed. "You've had your kicks, Harold," he began, trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice, "let's talk business."
Harold picked up his tonic glass, mixed himself another drink without offering one to Al, and sat down on the edge of the lounge chair. As he spoke, he moved his hands up and down Jennie's legs.
"Now, Al," he began slowly, "you and I, we've been around a long time. I don't want to screw you. But I don't want you to make no fucking movie either. I'll pay you a flat five thousand for her ... and that's it."
Al felt himself sinking. A million dollars had been more in line with his original thinking. "Jesus, Harold. ... "
"Now Al," Harold interrupted, speaking to the man as if he were a child, "I know what you think you can do. But you can't. I control distribution and practically everything else. You'll lose, even with her. Take it or leave it."
Al stood silently for a moment. "I'll take it!" he blurted finally.
"That's a good boy," Harold grinned. "Now why don't you mix yourself a drink?"
Al mixed himself a drink. Jennie lay on the chair, her naked flesh feeling the warm afternoon breezes, and watched the two men. Their faces were strange, almost like tortured animals. She couldn't understand what they were doing, or why. She couldn't fathom the fact that less than twenty-four hours before she had been nervously preparing herself for her date. with Jim Haines. All she knew was that that place between her legs felt moist and sticky, and that her throat had an. odd taste to it-and that the sun was going down over the hill behind the swimming pool and that Al was leaning over, clutching a roll of green bills, and saying goodbye to her.
"Goodbye, Al," Jennie .said, then watched him waddle out of the yard and into the house. This new man Harold turned to her and smiled. His hands felt strange on her, and Jennie wanted to cry. She didn't know why she would want to cry at a time like this.
CHAPTER THREE
They had been shooting for five solid days. It was time for the big finale, a scene in which Jennie, playing a lost nymphet who had wandered onto, an orgy ranch in California, is had by five studs at the same time. Fifteen hours a day for five solid days and the film was ready for the can.
The director was a young man with long hair and a beard, who had dreams of making it in the Hollywood establishment. With what little time and money he had to spend he did everything he could to bring some class to the film. But basically, it was another high budget fuck flick and nothing more.
Jennie did not particularly care what the movie was. She was being paid five hundred dollars for the week, more money than she had ever seen in her life. To spend five days naked with a bunch of studs, getting. fucked every hour, was nothing to her. She went through the motions, never really feeling much except for the physical sensations, which were overwhelming.
Now, it was the final day of shooting. Bill, the director, seemed to have taken a liking to the quiet young girl. He sat with her now in a corner of the old sound stage which they had leased for the making of the film.
"This scene," Bill was saying seriously, "calls for you to realize and totally understand your sexual appetite. You're to be ravaged by four men at the same time, each of them drilling you with his sex. You've never had it like this before."
Jennie watched the strange young man, occasionally pulling at the hem of her bathrobe. "No, I haven't," she said.
"Haven't what?" Bill asked.
"Haven't had it that way before." Jennie smiled, a blank, expressionless smile.
Bill grunted. He had been promised by Harold that this time there would be no hysterical chicks wandering around the set giving the crew blow jobs in order to support their habits. He was also promised that this girl was not an exhibitionist, prone to sunbathe in the nude and thereby distract every passerby. And he was promised that this chick would not break out in laughter in the middle of a scene when an actor lost his erection. Jennie did none of these things-but that did not mean that she was not strange.
"Strange," Bill said, to himself.
"Huh?"
"I mean, strange, Jennie." Bill looked at the girl and ignored whatever it was about her that was bothering him. She was gorgeous, he had seen her body in close-up, in full view, and backwards. There wasn't a flaw. He decided for the thousandth time that it really didn't make any difference whether or not she was strange. "How about a party tonight?" Bill suggested.
"Sure, Bill," Jennie replied. "A party."
"That's right. A friend of mine's throwing a big one up in the hills. We'll go and celebrate the end of this thing."
"That'll be fun," Jennie said.
Bill took her hand and led her to the center of the stage where a huge bed waited beneath the powerful lights. Four young men, all hung like horses, stood waiting next to the bed.
"You guys ready?" Bill asked.
They all nodded, then turned as one and walked towards the far corner of the sound stage. There, huddled together like primitives who had yet to discover clothing, they passed around a spoon of cocaine.
Meanwhile, Jennie removed her robe and was put on the center of the bed. She smiled as she lay down, looking at the faces of the crew around her.
"Now remember," Bill told her gently, "when we begin, you go from one guy to another, digging on their cocks. You get each one of them hard, touching them or using your mouth. Then, when they're all erect, just let nature take its course."
Jennie rested her hand on her blonde pubis and rubbed herself absently.
The four studs, now fortified by their inhalation of the magical white powder returned to the bed. They stood in a line on the right side and looked down at the nubile nude.
"You boys hyped now?" Bill asked playfully.
The one closest to the cameras sniffled. "Yessir ... bozo is the word!"
"Okay then, let's get this rolling. Remember, when I tell the hand-held to get the hell out, that's the signal to wrap the scene. Got that?"
They all nodded.
Bill walked back to the cameramen, spoke with him, then turned back to his actors. "Okay, quiet! Let's get ready. Okay ... camera ... sound ... action!"
Jennie lay in the center of the bed, pretending she was asleep. Suddenly she opened her eyes, looked around her, then saw the four men standing next to the bed. She smiled as she glanced from one penis to another. "This has got to be a dream!" she said in a small, little-girl voice that Bill knew would rock an audience.
The men took a step forward and remained silent as Jennie got up on her knees. She went to the first man, reached down, held his cock. She examined the limp piece of meat carefully, holding it up and searching the underside. She began to stroke him, using her other hand to play with his balls and probe his ass. The guy began to get hard, and Jennie smiled as the snake grew erect in her hand.
"There, that's better," she said with a grin.
As she moved to the next stud, the premier erection followed her, fawning over her luscious body, holding her supple breasts and squeezing her ripe nipples. Jennie seemed to pay no attention to the man at her back, but was instead thoroughly engaged in blowing the second guy to an erection. She sucked hard and powerfully on his penis, and began to feel the thing grow like crazy in her mouth. Soon all ten inches of the super-star were erect and throbbing. Jennie moved on to the next one.
He was a little smaller, and Jennie held his limp prick and leaned over and pushed her nipple lightly against the flesh. The guy grew immediately, and his hard-on pulsated against her breast. The final dude was already there by the time Jennie maneuvered herself into position. His cock was standing up at an angle from his belly. Jennie knelt over, sucked him inside her mouth, and stroked him a few times with her lips.
The four men were now all over her. One had his penis stuffed down her throat and held her head against his groin as he pumped deeply inside her. Another was lining himself up between her thighs, holding his cock and readying himself for the big plunge.
Jennie was now lying on her side, with her leg held high in the air by the two men at her cunt. The first man drove his prick deep inside her small, wet snatch, and the second pulled the cheeks of her ass apart. He took out some lubricating jelly, smeared it all over her, and slowly began penetrating her small, tight anus.
The fourth man did nothing but rub his throbbing cock across her body. Her face, her back, her breasts and her legs. He masturbated freely against her flesh, stroking himself easily and rhythmically.
Bill watched the scene, timing it with a stopwatch. His hand held cameramen crouched in various positions in and around the bed, getting all the angles which the stationary camera would miss. It was nearing the moment of climax-both for the scene and for the actors.
Bill tapped the hand-held man on the top of the head, and he scampered away.
The five naked people on the bed did not see it. They were all totally wrapped up in what they were doing. Bill began to panic, knowing that in another two minutes he would have to change film in the big camera. He didn't want the scene to be interrupted.
But his worries were over as the guy who was masturbating began to grimace. He was kneeling directly over Jennie's bead, the tip of his cock against her neck. His jism spurted onto her clear white skin, then oozed out into her hair. At that moment, the dude getting blown pulled out of her mouth and spurted his stuff across her lips and onto her chin.
The two guys involved in the sandwich came only moments later both straining and grimacing as they let go in her orifices. Jennie grasped the side of the bed as she felt the massive cocks spurting and throbbing inside her. Her face was contorted with a strange sense of pain and pleasure. She held on until the storm had passed, thrashing her beautiful. body from side to side, trying to adjust to the pain. Finally, it subsided.
Bill held the scene for a few moments before calling a "cut." The four men all dropped to the floor, moaning and talking about the fact that the film was over. Jennie lay in the center of the bed, her legs spread widely, her breasts rising and falling with her breath.
"Feeling okay, babe?" Bill asked.
Jennie opened her eyes and stared up at him. Her pupils were small, and the blue surrounding them crystal clear. "Yeah, I'm all right," she said unemotionally.
Bill patted her on the forehead. "You've done a great job-this'll be a knockout of a movie. I guarantee it."
Jennie giggled softly. "Imagine that."
"Imagine what, Jennie?"
"Imagine me being in a movie like this. What would Jim say."
"Who the hell is Jim?"
Jennie grimaced, almost as if the thought were painful. "Oh, just some guy who wanted to love me once."
Bill laughed. "Don't worry yourself about that! After this thing, there'll be plenty of guys who want to love you!"
Jennie laughed louder. "That party, what time does it start?"
"About now," Bill said without checking his watch.
"Okay, let's go!"
* * *
The house was in a secluded part of the Hollywood Hills, far off the main streets and canyon roads. The exterior of the place seemed normal enough, but once inside the living room, it was obvious that this house had been built for one thing and one thing only-sex.
There was already a standing room only crowd inside when Bill entered with Jennie on his arm. Through the blue haze of marijuana smoke, the loud disco music, and the tinkling of whiskey glasses almost every male eye turned towards the beautiful little blonde.
Bill had bought Jennie a dress on the way over. It was a simple white dress, cut to the waist in front and barely concealing the flaring roundness of her buttocks in back. The dress hung to the floor, but there was a slit up each leg which carried the peek-a-boo thrill to the waist. Aside from the fact that the cut of the gown was revealing, the material itself was virtually transparent. Just enough covering to give every guy present who wasn't gay or too stoned a throbbing hard-on.
"They seem to like you, Jennie," Bill whispered as he led her through the living room and out into the back yard.
"I see what you mean." Outside, in the rear of the house, it looked like a nudist camp. The only difference was that the people strolling across the huge lawn were all young and beautiful. They were the California people, well built with beautiful all-around tans. Jennie stepped on the edge of the porch and looked out across the idyllic lawn. "I've never seen anything like it," she said.
"There really isn't anything else like it," Bill replied. "This is Hollywood, baby. And soon you'll be the queen of it all."
Jennie smiled. She allowed Bill to lead her across the lawn. She looked at everyone she saw with wide, innocent eyes. She was amazed at the differences in the human body. The different sized breasts, the various shapes, the different kinds of penises. It was like an anatomy lesson in high school.
They arrived at a small pool. Steam was rising from the heated waters. A man sat at one end-a thin man with long hair and a very long beard. In front of him were three very young girls, all naked and all listening intently to what the man was saying.
"Who is he?" Jennie asked, feeling a sudden and unexplainable interest. It was the first time she had felt that kind of thing since leaving Baker.
"Forget him, baby!" Bill said with a meanness to his voice.
"Why?"
"Because he's a fool. He thinks he's a guru or something. He's our latest version of Manson. Probably wind up knocking off a few of us before he's through"
Jennie dropped Bills hand and walked along the edge of the pool. She moved closer until she could hear what the man was saying.
"Your fathers have deserted you, abandoned you to the wolves of the Earth. It is not their fault, they were forced by strong powers. They were too weak to fight those powers. ... "
Jennie dropped to her knees by the side of the pool. She was no more than ten feet away from the strange man.
He looked up at her with glowing brown eyes and a smile. "Your father has disgraced you," he said simply.
Jennie felt her heart skip a beat. She grasped the edge of the pool tightly. Her knuckles were white. Her head began to spin.
"Don't be ashamed," the man said. "We all have been disgraced." He waved his arm in a circular motion over the heads of the three girls sitting before him. "But we have learned to take care of one another."
Jennie began choking, feeling a surge of emotion which she had completely blocked now erupting to the surface. Visions of that night in Baker, with her father slumped on the floor next to her bed, flooded her mind. The long ride with Al, the screaming lights above her and the men pawing her body like a piece of meat. She suddenly wanted to scream.
"What's wrong, baby?" Bill asked, kneeling down next to her, slipping his hand beneath her dress and cupping her breast.
Jennie turned and looked at the beady eyes, the half-sneer on his face, With one swift kick, Bill went tumbling into the pool.
"Goddamnit!" he cursed.
But the man at the end of the pool laughed. And so did the girls. And so did Jennie. She laughed so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Fuck you!" Bill screamed. "You goddamn fool!"
By this time a small crowd, including the owner of the place, had gathered. The owner, an older man wearing nothing but a loincloth, stepped forward. "Fat John," he said to the long-haired man, "you'll have to split."
Fat John turned to Jennie. He smiled before speaking. "This is the flesh scene, baby, and that's the way it is." Fat John shrugged, rose to his feet and climbed out of the pool.
Jennie watched the four people as they slowly dried each other off. Bill was climbing out of the pool, and talking to the owner. "Goddamn, Pete" he said bitterly "every time that phony comes around there's trouble!"
"C'mon, Bill baby, he's harmless. Just an aging hippie having some kicks."
"Bullshit! Did you see what he made my girlfriend do?"
Jennie turned when she heard this and rose slowly to her feet. Her eyes were no longer glazed nor empty. "You fucker," she said coolly, "I was your goddamn whore. Not your girlfriend!"
"Jennie!'! Bill exclaimed.
"He's a movie pimp!" Jennie began in a loud, shrill voice. "He sells bodies to other men. Only he doesn't have to do it in person. He a fucking whoremaster!"
Bill was stunned. He had worked with this strange girl for a solid week, and had seen no indication of an outburst like this. He looked around and smiled sheepishly, trying to recover what little was left of his own self esteem. "Jesus, Jennie . . "
"Fuck you!" Jennie stammered, then turned back to Fat John.
"Can I go with you, Fat John?" she asked.
Fat John smiled down at her. "Of course you can, Jennie." He turned to the three girls standing next to him. "Sunshine and Maria will help you to the van. Sloe and I must stay behind for a few moments. We'll join you later."
Sunshine and Maria, now dressed in flowing gowns, each took an arm and led Jennie into the darkness of the backyard and towards the street. Fat John turned to Bill and grinned. "You've lost her, brother," he said without anger, "because you didn't respect her."
"You can't take her with you," Bill screamed.
"Bullshit, brother," Fat John replied, grinning. "I can take her anywhere I want to."
The owner of the house stepped forward and patted Fat John on his skinny elbow. "I'm sorry man, about all this," he said softly.
"I keep telling you Pete," Fat John replied, "that you're in a bummer cycle. When you get blown out of all this, come to the beach and see me."
Pete smiled. "Okay, babe."
Fat John turned with the little brunette named Sloe and walked proudly across the lawn towards his van.
Bill watched him until he disappeared into the darkness. "Goddamn, Pete, those freaks are a real drag!"
The crowd of people stood around the two men in a large circle. Most of them were naked, and most were hugging themselves as though the warm August night had suddenly turned cold with a winter's chill.
Pete looked at his guests, then at Bill.
"You know something, Bill, Fat John was right."
"Right about what? I mean, whenever was that phony, two-bit hunk of skin and bones right about anything?"
Pete started to laugh. "Shit, for a movie director, pal, you really miss a lot, don't you?"
Suddenly, Bill felt the crowd of beautiful people staring at him as though he were some kind of freak. "What do you mean by that?"
Pete continued to laugh. "Shit man, you called him a real freak, didn't you? Well, my friend take a look at us would you? We're all just beautiful freaks. Not ugly but beautiful."
Bill looked at the faces. Half smiles, glowing eyes turned down suddenly. He felt very small.
"That girl," Pete continued, "she was beautiful. But she was freaked. Or didn't you notice? Fat John noticed. He wasn't going to make her spread her legs for a movie. He saw something there-most of us saw something there. She was scared stiff, a broken child. Maybe Fat John will put her together again and make her a woman."
"I was just making a goddamn movie, Pete," Bill said softly. "I didn't know. What difference does it make?"
The people were silent. Pete put his hand on Bill's shoulder and rested it there. "I think you ought to go home now, Bill. Watch some late movies or something."
Bill nodded, as though someone were pulling his head up and down with invisible strings. He continued to feel the odd sensation as he walked across the lawn towards the driveway.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom Madison watched the young girl as she leaned down and pulled off her Roman-style toga. The garment fell to the floor, and she stepped quickly out of it. She faced Tom directly, leaning with one hand against the edge of the table where Tom sat.
"You like it?" she asked, throwing back her shoulders and emphasizing the thrust of her large, pink-capped breasts.
Tom rested on his elbow, grinning. His cock was hard and was throbbing wildly. "You better believe it!"
"Is it worth fifty?" she asked, rubbing her black swatch of pubic hair slowly and gently.
"I ain't got but thirty-five," Tom replied.
The girl was young, her body white and without the usual tan of a Los Angeles female. It was understandable because she had spent so many hours working inside. Doing her bit as one of the Roman Orgy Girls at the Fall of the Roman Empire massage parlor. She looked a little bored and a little distraught. She had vowed never to spread her legs again for less than fifty.
"Shit," she said, trying to smile, "thirty-five isn't fifty, you know what I mean?"
"I know it ain't," Tom said, the fifth of Jack Daniels which he had consumed on his drive into Los Angeles now taking its complete hold on his brain. "But it's all I got."
The girl had been around long enough to know a "cheap" from a "poor." This guy, she decided, was definitely a poor. "Okay, I'll do it for that," she said.
Tom grinned and slid off the edge of the table. The masseuse lowered herself onto the long, stiff board and spread her legs. She put her forefinger into her mouth, dropped a little spittle on it, then rubbed her dry cunt.
She wasn't the greatest looker of all time. Her skin was a little flabby, and it appeared as if middle age was taking its creeping toll. But still, down there between her thighs, she was a woman. A nice warm cunt waiting for Tom's throbbing ' prick. And right now, more than anything else, he needed it.
"C'mon baby," she called out in her best sensual whisper, "poke it to momma. Give it to me, honey, hard!"
Tom stumbled a little as he climbed the table and positioned himself between her legs. She moved her thighs against his hips and began undulating slowly against him. "I'll help you...." she whispered. She held his penis and shifted herself into direct alignment with it, then pushed her belly against the tip.
"Ahhh...." she moaned as the cock parted her labia and entered her dry valley. "So goddamn big and throbbing!"
Tom held on to the edge of the table with all of his strength. He was dizzy as hell; the whiskey had wrought havoc with his brain.
"C'mon baby," she whispered, "it ain't the meat but the motion, if you know what I mean."
Tom began pumping. Her cunt felt small and tight, and fit his cock like a glove. With the rest of her cool body against his, he finally began to get into it. It was the first time since that night more than two weeks ago when he had put it to his own daughter.
"C'mon, daddy, give it to your little girl!"
Tom stopped, raised himself and snarled down at the masseuse. "Don't ever call me that!"
"Listen, Jack," the masseuse snarled back, "for thirty-five cheap ones, I'll call you anything I damn well please!"
Tom felt his throbbing manhood slipping almost instantly into a wretched state of jelly-like retreat. "Shit, babe," he began, much more friendly now, "I was just kiddin'. Please, let's keep going."
"All right. But no more freaky scenes, okay?"
Tom nodded. Then smiled as he felt his saber forming itself into a tool of war. The masseuse had learned some of the better tricks of vaginal muscle control, and was actually masturbating him with flowing muscular rhythms in her canal. Soon he was at full mast again and ready to sail.
"Shit, that was pretty wild!"
The girl smiled, a wan, almost abstract smile. It was always nice to be appreciated. "You ought to see what I can do with my, throat," she said. "Of course, that'd be another fifty, which you ain't got."
"I'll get it sometime. I got plans." Tom replied quickly.
The girl laughed. "Right, you got plans for coming, and that's about it!"
It felt as though he had no more control of himself than a dog in heat. She started again with those pulsations from her cunt, and within fifteen seconds, Tom's cock was throbbing and spurting inside her sex tunnel.
As they were dressing, Tom Madison pulled out a snapshot of Jennie taken at the Desert High School that year. He showed the photo to the masseuse. "You ever seen her?" he asked.
The masseuse held the photo and smiled. "Nope. But if you find her, bring her around. I go both ways you know."
Tom snatched the picture away from her. "My daughter's not like that!"
"Oh, no!" the masseuse laughed. "Another daddy on the prowl. Don't you guys ever realize that your little girls enjoy screwing other men besides yourself? Or does that thought ever cross your minds?"
"She ran away two weeks ago," Tom began, ignoring the masseuse's question. "I left Baker last night, hoping to find her. I know she's always had something about Los Angeles-especially Hollywood. You know?"
"Most little girls do, But this is a big town."
"Yeah, I know. But' I'll find her. She might've gone to her mother's, if she finds her."
"You lost your wife, too?"
"Shit," Tom grumbled, "she ran off with a jockey shorts salesman a couple of years ago. Ain't seen or heard from her since."
The masseuse lit a cigarette and smiled. "Shit, you got more troubles than most guys coming through here."
"I got more troubles than you could name," Tom replied.
"My Name's Elga," she began in a friendly tone. "If you need anything, call on me. I'm always here."
Tom smiled at the woman, looking directly at her for the first time since entering the lavish parlor. She had large brown eyes, friendly eyes which seemed to contrast with the harshness of her professionalism.
"I'll do that, Elga," he said. "I'll just do that."
The streets of Hollywood did not give the tall stranger from Baker much to go on. Tom walked up and down the fabled boulevard, peering into the groups of youths lined along that street. The Han Krishna people, the ageing hippies panhandling for a few cents, the wasted looks of the addicts staring out from behind pasty faces-there seemed to be thousands of them. Dislocated young people, with nowhere to go and nothing to do but stand and look.
As night approached on this hot August day, Tom checked his money. He had more than five hundred dollars in small bills, money which he had taken from the register of the Haven; money that was due the landlord for his monthly rent on the place. Tom was thirsty, and he was horny.
The Hollywood motel down the street from the big movie theater seemed as good as place as any. Tom drove his '68 Ford pick-up into the parking lot and stopped next to the office. The old man inside stared at the car, then stared at Tom.
"You got a room?" Tom asked.
"Yup. Got a room. Twelve dollars."
"I'll take it." Tom handed the old man the money, signed the register and took the key.
"Upstairs, above the pool."
The room was nothing much. A shower, a bed, an old Muntz television from the post World War Two days. Nothing else, nothing except a view of the small, rounded pool directly below him. A dip in the clear waters and a bottle of Jack Daniels sounded just about right. Tom removed a pair of old levis from his suitcase, then pulled out his army knife. He slit the old material just above the knee and put the cut-offs on.
The liquor store next to the motel supplied him with the bottle and a bag of ice. Tom dumped the stuff in the room, then walked down the stairs to the pool.
He hadn't seen her before, the very young and very pretty blonde girl lying next to the water. She wore a string bikini-three small patches of cloth covering her nipples and her pubis tied together with string. She was small, about five feet, but stacked. Her breasts exploded from either side of the cups, giving Tom an excellent view of her white flesh. And her rounded hips flared around the small piece of cloth front and back. She looked at Tom fleetingly as he passed by her.
"Little dark for a tan, isn't it?" Tom chided as he sat down nearby on the edge of the pool.
"It's still warm out," the girl replied.
"Yeah, that it is." Tom jumped into the pool and swam across and returned. "You like a drink?" he asked.
The girl shook the blonde hair away from her face and seemed to study Tom. An older, rugged-looking man. His hair was long and fell across his etched face. He was different from most of the slick, double-knit types she had run across in Hollywood. "You a cowboy actor?" she asked.
"Nope," Tom replied, squinting and trying to see the tips of her breasts. The small breadth of material seemed ready to fall from her breasts as she raised herself slightly on her elbows.
"You look like a cowboy actor, you know?"
"Well." Tom replied, trying to affect something of a drawl, "I been around ranches. Out in the desert. Spent a lot of time out there, matter-of-fact."
"I'm from Ohio," the girl said suddenly. "Trenton, Ohio."
"That's nice," Tom drawled.
"No, it's shit." she replied. "Shittiest little town you ever saw. Everyone there's on a real bummer. I split yesterday. Grabbed a Greyhound and decided to boogie on out here. Just blew in this morning."
Tom watched the girl light a cigarette. It took her four matches before she finally ignited the thing. He wished it had taken more, because each time she struck the match, her breasts jiggled beautifully. She was exceptionally well built.
"What's jour name?" Tom asked when she finally exhaled smoke.
"Janis," the girl replied. "My real name's Mary Ellen. I changed it, though. I'm a blues singer. I'm gonna dedicate my life to Janis Joplin's memory. My folks back home wouldn't even let me play her records. Main reason I'm out here."
Tom shook his head. "Seems like an awful lot of kids out here."
Janis laughed. "Sure are. This is where it's at."
"Yeah, I guess so." Tom watched her as she sat up, crossing her legs in Indian fashion. Her long blonde hair cascaded across her shoulders and fell across the white bulge of her breasts. Her rounded stomach still possessed some remnants of baby fat, but it led nicely to her smooth and full thighs. The little triangle between them seemed very small, and Tom thought he detected some pubic fur revealed by the small piece of cloth.
"How about that drink, Janis?" he asked.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?" Janis asked matter-of-factly.
Tom laughed, more out of shock than anything else. "Shit, ain't never crossed my mind!"
"Bullshit!" Janis grinned. "I got a sexy body, and you want to make me. I can tell."
"Well ... goddamn...."
"Goddamn nothing. You older men are all alike. But the answer is no. I don't want to fuck anyone right now." Janis looked directly at Tom, then moved her hand across her left breast. She took the cup of bra and slid it to the side just far enough to reveal her large pink nipple. "Nope. Don't want to fuck." she said again, still holding the piece of cloth and revealing her nipple.
Tom was throbbing in his levis. "Shit," he mumbled, climbing out of the pool, "I need a fucking drink!"
Janis watched him, her eyes glued to the huge bulge at his groin. "You've got a hard-on," she said simply.
"That's right, little girl," Tom replied. But he was angry, and he was getting a little riled by the antics of the junior league prick teaser. He had seen enough like her in his time to know what her game was. And he wasn't about to have any part of it. A bottle of Jack Daniels, at times like these, was a man's best friend.
He felt her eyes on him as he climbed the stairs to his room. He paused for a second before opening the door, wondering if he should take another look. No, he thought, little bitch deserves to be ignored. She can play her little game with the Hollywood faggots, but not with me!
The bottle was half finished, and Tom sat in the crummy chair next to the bed staring at some cops and robbers show on the television. He had started drinking with the intention of working out his next day's plan of attack. Deep in the back of his mind was the intention. of finding Jennie. But somehow, every time he had a few drinks, his groin and the needs which surfaced there became much more important than the whereabouts of his daughter.
Tom was thinking about Elga when he heard the splashing sounds coming from outside his open window. He listened for a moment, then walked to the window. He couldn't see the pool, so he stepped out onto the landing.
The pool lights were off, and it was virtually impossible to tell who was chugging back and forth across the small area. Tom squinted down towards the water, and allowed his eyesight to adjust to the darkness. Finally, he was able to make out a small figure, and a lot of blonde hair. His groin swelled immediately as he realized that it was Janis.
She climbed out of the pool and ran across the cement to where her towel lay. In that brief moment, Tom saw that she was nude. Beautifully compact and strong, a smooth young girl with flaring buttocks and bouncing, firm breasts. Tom rubbed himself and groaned.
"Hey down there!" he shouted in a whisper.
Janis wrapped the towel around herself and stared up in the direction of voice. "Who is it?" she yelled back.
"It's me, the cowboy star!" Tom yelled. "You look cold, how about that drink?"
Janis hooked the towel at her side, then brushed her long blonde hair back. "I'm still wet!"
"It's okay, ain't my place anyway!"
Janis giggled, moved across to the stairs and ran up to the second floor. When she appeared finally in the light which emanated from Tom's window, Tom whistled.
The towel hugged her small, voluptuous body, showing every curve with beautiful definition. Her large breasts hung freely beneath the terry cloth, and her nipples were so erect that they protruded from beneath. Her legs were entirely uncovered, and it appeared as if the towel barely covered the cheeks of her ass.
"The water's beautiful!" Janis said, smiling up at Tom.
"That ain't all. Come on in!"
He closed the door behind her and pulled the drapes. Janis took a seat on the chair next to the table, crossing her legs so that the towel rose high on her thighs. "Well, here we are."
"Yup, ain't no question about that." Tom poured another drink into a paper cup and handed it to the pretty little blonde. She tasted the whiskey and frowned.
"I like grass better," she said.
"Course you do," Tom replied, laughing. "You young folks just ain't had time yet to discover what's really good."
Janis laughed. "And you folks drink this stuff cause you're pissed off you weren't born when we were."
Tom sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward. He could see the almost invisible shadows high between her thighs, the promise of her young, moist sex. He groaned. "But now you're sitting here in my motel room, half naked, drinking my whiskey"
Janis set her cup on the table, reached behind her and pulled the towel away from her body. She flung it across the room. "There, now we can talk. I don't mind being naked at all."
Tom felt his prick jump to life with a violent throb. The girl was as sexy a woman as he had seen in ten years. Her breasts were large and firm, and the nipples the size of silver dollars capped by erect little buds. Her legs were strong, and her thighs meaty and smooth. "Shit, honey, you are definitely naked!"
Janis giggled and stood up. Her blonde muff was rich and full, but Tom could still see the pink slit emerging from the wonderland of her cunt. She blushed a little as Tom stared with a penetrating gaze at her cunt. "I want you to fuck me," she said simply.
Tom put his drink on the floor and took her onto his lap. She snuggled up to him, grinding her meaty ass against his throbbing groin. "Goddamn, I can feel you. You got a hard-on!"
"It happens," Tom replied.
He pulled her close and planted his mouth on hers. Janis opened her lips and her tongue darted across the void to meet his. She was warm and pliable.
"Mmmmmm ... you kiss nice" she said.
Tom grinned. He reached down and cupped her full breast, tweaking the nipples and feeling the buds grow between his fingertips. Janis moaned and leaned back, throwing herself out towards him.
"Baby ... hurt me!" she cried.
Tom leaned forward and licked her sweet nipple, then took the bud cleanly between his teeth and ground it slowly and gently.
"Harder, do it harder!"
Tom clenched tighter and harder, and felt her body shiver with delight.
Janis moved her hand onto his thigh, then up onto his groin. She grasped his throbbing cock and squeezed him. "Get it out of there!" she moaned as she began playing with his zipper.
Tom fell back onto the bed, pulling the nubile girl with him. She lay across him, spreading her thighs and grinding her pelvis against his groin. Her hand was still on his bulge, and she played violently with his zipper, trying to get it down.
"Goddamn," she cried, "get undressed!"
Tom reached down and pulled his jeans down, then his shorts. Janis grabbed his throbbing cock and held it. "God, it's big!" she moaned, turning herself around so that her face was at his groin and her pelvis at his mouth.
She parted her lips and sucked him inside, deeper than he had ever been inside a woman's mouth. She seemed to pulsate with her throat, working like a snake sucking in its prey.
Tom parted the girl's meaty thighs and buried his head between them. Her pink, liquid cunt shimmered above him. He tasted her juice with his tongue, making her shudder as he pried the warm skin away and stabbed directly at her erect clit.
She began grinding her pelvis down against his face as he licked solidly and powerfully. Her cunt juices flowed, and her vagina vibrated and pulsated. Tom lapped up the feast, knowing that he had never tasted anything so sweet or sensual before.
"Mmmmmm. ... " Janis groaned when she felt his cock begin to throb violently inside her mouth. She pushed herself down on him as far as she could, grasping all of his length to the base, and relaxed as he spurted his come into her throat. Tom could feel her throat muscles working on him as she gulped down swallow after swallow of the stuff.
"Now do me," Janis said, turning around and facing him.
"I been doing you, baby," Tom grinned.
"I want to watch you doing me."
Janis told Tom to get onto the floor next to the bed. She placed herself on the edge, then pulled his head between her thighs. "There, wide open and ready. Lick me!"
Tom peered at the clean slit with the pink folds of skin between. It was a beautiful little cunt, looking unsoiled and brand new. He began licking up and down the length of her crack, slowly and evenly.
"Oh, baby," Janis moaned, rocking back and forth, but never taking her eyes away from his long tongue. "Get inside there ... get deep inside there!"
Tom pulled apart her labia with his hands and buried his face in her muff. He stretched his tongue out as far as it would go and dug deeply into her hole.
"Oh yes ... oh yens ... I like it deep!"
Janis grabbed the back of his head and held him firmly against her. She began thrusting out towards him with slow, even strokes of her pelvis. When she came, she raised her hips off the bed and jerked out towards him with short, spasmodic pumps of her belly. It lasted twenty seconds, and when she had finished, she fell back onto the bed.
Tom rose, looked down at her naked, body and shuddered. He wanted her again, but there would be plenty of time for that. Instead, he went to his pants lying in a heap on the floor, pulled out his wallet and extracted the photograph of Jennie. He lay down on the bed next to Janis and showed her the picture.
"Who's that, for chrissakes, your wife?"
"My daughter," Tom replied.
"She's not much older than me, is she?"
"Nope."
Janis looked at the rugged older man next to her and smiled. "I guess you really got off on this one, didn't you?"
Tom shrugged, put the picture back in his wallet and lit a cigarette. "I'm looking for her, that's why I'm here."
"Oh, oh! Another daddy out trying to rescue his lost little girl from the wolves. Shit!"
"It ain't like that, Janis. It's different. She ran away-well, she really didn't want to run away."
"She did, though, didn't she?"
"I've got to find her! Will you help me?"
There was a gleam in his eye as he spoke. Janis' naked body looked exceptionally inviting stretched out on the bed like that, and she knew it. "Crumb. You just want to fuck me all the time."
Tom grinned. "That's part of it. But you're young, and maybe you could ask around without raising suspicion. I'll pay you."
Janis lit a cigarette, sat up and exhaled deeply. Her breasts did not sag much when she leaned forward. "How much?"
"Couple of hundred," Tom replied.
Janis toyed absently with the hairs of her pubis as she thought about the offer. "A couple of hundred? Shit, okay. I mean why not?"
Tom grinned, took a long swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels and handed it to Janis. The sixteen-year-old swigged down a huge gulp and broke out into a coughing spasm. "Goddamn," she cried when she had finally managed to stop, "I'm gonna have to learn how to drink this shit!"
Tom laughed loudly, then moved towards the bed. When he reached hers, his cock was hard and throbbing.
"Already?" Janis said, a broad grin on her face.
Tom nodded and dove between her legs.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jennie Madison walked the long stretch of beach, picking up small pieces of driftwood. It was a warm afternoon, and the sun hovered just above the rocky point a half mile away. As she moved back towards the place where Fat John had set up camp, she passed by the couples lying nude on the sand. Some were in each other's arms, openly making love; others were attempting to be a little more discreet about it. One girl held her boyfriend's penis in her hand and masturbated him. She smiled at Jennie as Jennie walked by.
Fat John looked even thinner with all of his clothes off. He sat now against his lean to, his legs crossed and his long beard blowing in the afternoon breeze. Sloe, Maria and Sunshine hovered around the small fire. All three girls were nude, and. their thin tanned bodies looked from a distance more like little boys than little girls.
Fat John smiled when Jennie approached with an armload of wood. "You are still the only dressed person on this beach, Jennie," he said solemnly.
Jennie blushed. He had been trying to get her to take off her slinky white dress, the same one she had worn to the party the night before, since they had arrived at the beach early that morning. He had asked her why she didn't want to be naked like everyone else.
"I don't feel like doing it," Jennie had replied. "But you haven't tried," Fat John argued gently.
"I know what it is to be naked in front of lots of people. I don't want to be that way now."
Fat John had dropped the argument, figuring that before the sun set this luscious little blonde would divest herself of "civilization's trappings," as he called them.
But Jennie had remained firm, content to do the small chores that were required of her. She had not yet been accepted as one of Fat John's permanents as he called them, and thus was relegated to the menial labor which any novice was expected to perform. Jennie did the jobs willingly, happy to be out on the sand and to see the ocean.
Jennie stood around the small fire, watching the three girls scurry about with freshly bought produce making a giant salad. Fat John had money, there was no doubt about that. They had driven to the beach the night before in a blue Mercedes Benz land cruiser, a twenty-thousand-dollar job complete with eight track quadraphonic sound and a color television. The bus was now parked above them on the bluff. As Fat John had said, "it was time to divest themselves of the trapping." And that included the luxurious bus.
"My child," Fat John said, standing up and facing Jennie. "The sun will fall soon. Free yourself for a few moments, come with me to the waters. We'll bathe before dinner."
Jennie felt the warm breeze caress her flesh, and suddenly did feel like taking a swim. "Okay," she said simply.
Fat John grinned, as did Sloe, Maria and Sunshine as they stared up from their crouching positions near the fire.
Fat John moved next to Jennie, unhooked the one strap of her dress, and pulled the garment down across her body. Even some of the young men who had been busy tanning themselves and rubbing oil over each other's nude bodies all day turned to look.
"You are the supreme Goddess of the beach," Fat John said as he took a step backwards and admired the young, nubile body.
Jennie stood straight with her hands draped to her sides. Even after the two weeks of fucking and sucking in the movies, she was embarrassed now to be standing naked. She felt the tips of her breasts grow erect, and the wind seemed to caress the rapidly expanding lips of her labia. She clenched her thighs together tightly.
"Come," Fat John said, taking her hand "let us wash away the trappings." Jennie smiled and followed him down to the waters.
Sunshine, her light streaked brown hair falling across her brown eyes, grinned at the pair. "They are beautiful people, aren't they?"
Sloe giggled. Her small, large-nippled breasts jiggled. Maria, however, did not smile. Instead, she pulled her arms across her large breasts and sucked in her belly, trying to establish immediate muscle tone in her body.
The waters of the Pacific were warm and gentle. The afternoon breeze had died, leaving the ocean still and quiet. Fat John held Jennie's hand as he walked into the water.
"The ocean is the mother guardian of all of us. When we lose our trapping, she wraps her gentle hands around us and brings us together. Man cannot live without the oceans. He can live, however, without his trappings."
Jennie looked at the faraway look in his eyes and shuddered. He was such a gentle, undemanding soul.
"You," Fat John began, turning towards her, "have been sent here to help me. I have been praying for a soul like you for many years."
"I didn't know that," Jennie said, now captured by the depth of his twinkling brown eyes.
"Yes. You would never know where fate leads you. You must blow in the wind, like all the children."
Jennie felt a warmth spread throughout her body. The past weeks had allowed her shut off many vital systems which she felt she had lost forever. The cold, stark reality of her life had become what she considered to be her fate. But now, this tall, thin kindly man was telling her something different. She believed him.
"Reach beneath the waters Jennie," Fat John continued, "and let me know that you are real."
Jennie dipped her hand down between their bodies. Fat John held her wrist gently and guided her to where his penis was throbbing and erect.
"This," he said, felling her small fingers entwine themselves around his meat, "is the link between prayer and reality. It is not of the flesh, but of the spirit. There is nothing real about my manhood."
Jennie stroked him absently. Fat John put his hand between her thighs and moved up slowly. "And you, your spirit rests here!" He pushed gently against her cunt, making the girl gasp.
"It feels nice, and should be enjoyed. It is the way of all spiritual communication." Fat John had managed to separate her labia and insert his middle finger deep into her vagina. Jennie was barely managing to keep her feet as the ocean waters swirled around them.
"Now," Fat John said, his breath shortening with every second, "we raise outsell to the spiritual goal of nirvana-a moment, a split second in the universe of time where all motion stops, where we are allowed to look beyond."
His words were spoken in a very soothing monotone. And soon Jennie felt herself lulled by the sound. Her body seemed to become more pliable and giving. Fat John was holding her now by her buttocks, and lifting her against him.
"Spread your thighs, child, and communicate."
Jennie spread her legs. She felt the hot flesh of his penis as he thrust himself out to meet her. He entered her easily, pulling her body against his as she wrapped her legs around his back.
"I am inside you," Fat John said, his eyes half-closed, "yet we are both outside ourselves ... into, the universe."
Jennie experienced that strange sensation of being outside her body again as Fat John spoke the words. She smiled at him, leaned forward, and put her mouth against his.
Fat John moaned as the young girl began kissing him sweetly and gently. She probed with her tongue, darting it in and out of his mouth like a shy animal seeking the safety of a lair. And then she began moving with her hips, slow and even thrusts of her pelvis against him, pulling his aching cock deep into her warm, sleek cunt..
From the beach, it was obvious that the couple was making it. A few of the other couples walked closer to the water to watch. Some drew inspiration from the beautifully paced movements of their bodies and decided to give themselves a go at it.
Sloe, Maria and Sunshine stood in a line at the water's edge and watched. They looked up and down the beach, at the small groups of males huddled together, and cursed the lack of manhood.
Fat John and Jennie had created a magical moment on that .beach-a suspension of what few inhibitions still existed. It was as if the rhythms of everyone on that beach had been drawn into the sweetly silent movements of the beautiful couple locked in love's embrace in the waist-high water.
Even the police helicopter, gliding around the far bluff, joined the harmonious vision. And by the time the great black bird had reached the beach, everyone was dressed and sitting innocently. Everyone, that is, except Fat John and Jennie.
The sudden explosion of noise and the shining of the blades frightened Fat John. He was just giving the sweet girl all his love and wondered if he maybe he hadn't transcended this life into the spiritual nirvana of which he so often spoke. He was almost relieved to hear the loud voice booming across the water.
"Move to the beach!" the voice boomed. "This is the Coast Beach Patrol, and you are both under arrest for indecent exposure and lewd conduct! Move now to the beach and wait there!"
"Are they talking to us?" Jennie asked, still shuddering from the massive waves of her orgasm.
"Yeah," Fat John said, not knowing whether to be happy or angry. "And I thought it was nirvana.
"Huh?"
"Never mind, babe. Let's go to jail for a while."
* * *
Jennie had never been in jail before. And even as she sat in the small interrogation room, she couldn't believe it. Maybe it was the outside of the building, a rock building with brightly painted colors on the door. Or maybe it was the Captain himself, a rotund, grandfatherly type who smiled when he talked. Whatever the reason, it was difficult for her to believe that she was actually inside the Ocean City Jail.
Fat John had already been taken away, supposedly to be transferred to the Malibu station. The girls had gone with him, and now Jennie was alone.
Captain Henry Ames leaned against the filing cabinet and smoked a cigarette. The beautiful blonde sitting at his table had fazed him already. When brought in, she had been wearing only a towel. Once, during the booking process, the towel had slipped down across her breast. Captain Ames could not remember having seen a breast as beautiful as that one.
"Where are you from?" the Captain asked Jennie. He had been standing inside the room with her now for three minutes, just looking.
"Baker," Jennie replied.
"Baker, California?"
"Yes."
"I see. I got a brother out there. You got any?"
Jennie paused, pulled the towel up a little higher on her chest and moaned.
"What's the problem?"
"My father," Jennie replied. "I don't want him to know."
The Captain sat down across from Jennie and smiled. "Well, we're going to have to tell someone, aren't we?"
Jennie looked at the man, the creased face and the soft blue eyes. It seemed as if he was waiting for something, wasting time in order to allow something to develop. "I don't see why," Jennie began. "I didn't break any laws."
"You were fornicating right out there in the middle of the ocean. That's breaking the law."
"I don't see why?"
"Fornicating," the Captain began, "is against the law because other people don't like to see other people fornicating."
"That doesn't make any sense," Jennie complained. "People make movies showing people fuck-I mean, fornicating. And lots of people go to see 'em."
The Captain chuckled. "The difference, child, is that people pay to see those movies. When it's just sitting out there to be watched for free, it upsets people."
Jennie looked up at him with a blank face. Her blue eyes were clouded with confusion. "I'm confused," she said.
The Captain drummed his fingers on the table top. He had never really found it necessary to go this far before. Most of the time they knew exactly what the game was, and either played or spent their time in his jail. But this one was special, and she was worth going after.
"Well," he began, changing the subject, "I guess we ought to just call your father, then."
"Oh, no! Please don't do that!"
The Captain reached across the table and rested his hand on hers. Jennie smiled. "Now," he began, "we don't necessarily have to call him, do we?"
Jennie shook her head.
"Good, I'm glad we understand that. Because things can be so simple if we all just get together and understand them, can't they?"
"Yes," Jennie smiled.
"Good. Now, we've got that settled, don't we?"
Jennie's eyes clouded over again. "I don't know."
"What the hell do you mean you don't know?"
Jennie withdrew her hand and tugged at her towel. Her hair was still wet and hanging in small ringlets around her face. She began to shiver. "I don't understand."
Captain Ames felt his blood pressure take a quantum leap and he drew a deep breath to soothe it. "Okay," he began, trying to keep his voice level. "The deal is ... you put out for me ... I mean you have intercourse with me, and you're free. Got it?"
Jennie smiled. "Oh, is that all?"
The Captain was speechless as the young girl rose from the other side of the table and pulled the towel away. Her magnificent body was like a dream. The Captain felt his blood pressure climb even higher, but now he didn't give a damn. It would be worth it going between her legs.
"My God, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed, watching Jennie move towards him. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she walked, and the smooth roundness of her belly seemed to pulsate.
Jennie smiled, a glassy and plastic smile which she had learned from the movies. She dropped to her knees in front of the man, and opened his zipper. "I want to suck your cock, Captain," she said not too convincingly.
The Captain stroked her blonde hair, then moved down and cupped her firm breasts. He felt her fingers as she reached inside and pulled out his throbbing dick.
"Oooo ... it's so big! I don't know if I can fit the whole thing into my mouth!"
The Captain chuckled proudly, his face now beet red.
Jennie leaned over and kissed the tip of his prick. She glided her tongue around and around in small circles, stabbing at the tiny hole.
"That feels so nice!" Captain Ames said, trying to keep his breath from exploding into a million spasms.
"Mmmmmm...." Jennie moaned as she licked the sides of his hard stem, then pricked the ridge on the underside with the tip of her tongue. "You taste salty."
"Ocean living, my child," the Captain moaned.
"It makes them big!"
The Captain smiled down at her and watched as she parted her full red lips and slid them down around his cock. She took almost all of him into her throat.
"Go easy, I want this to last," the Captain said.
"Mmmmm mmm...." Jennie groaned as she began moving up and down his length. With her free hand, she reached between his legs and fondled his swollen balls.
The Captain held her head firmly against his lap. He loved watching her young fruitful mouth work its way up and down his penis. He loved seeing her firm breasts with their light pink nipples sway with the movement of her body. She was delicious, and he wanted to devour her.
"Slowly ... slowly...." he shouted suddenly, his body jerking with the oncoming flood of his orgasm.
Jennie clamped, down on him and held him at the base as his cock shuddered and exploded. She took as much of the white semen as she could, but most of it escaped at the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.
When she had finished, she withdrew and licked the stuff off her mouth like a little girl getting the last remnants of her ice cream.
"Will you marry me?" the Captain blurted in a burst of affection.
Jennie grinned. "You're the second one who's asked me that."
"Only two? Then I have a chance?"
Jennie turned her eyes downwards. The Captain lifted her to her feet and buried his face against her smoothly rounded belly. The warmth of her sex fur reached him, and he kissed her skin and traveled south.
"So beautiful ... so beautiful...." he mumbled over and over again. He reached her blonde triangle and tasted the salty hair, then drove his tongue through the fur and into the slippery pink slit of her young sex.
Jennie automatically raised her left leg and put it on the chair. She arched her belly outwards so that the Captain could get the most she could offer. "That feels wicked," she said, trying to sound as breathless as she had in her movies.
The Captain licked at her smooth labia, then pried open the flesh around her little clit. The organ was erect, and when he stabbed at it with his tongue, Jennie's entire body convulsed. "Oh!" she cried, feeling the sharp pleasure pain which stimulation of that organ always caused her.
The Captain kept at her slit, then moved downwards into her creamy valley. Her juices were flowing now, a river of thickly sweet-tasting love that the Captain lapped up like a starving man.
Jennie tried to hold herself tight by staring at the clock on the wall and counting the seconds. But the Captain was getting to her. His tongue was moving in and out of her little cunt like a snake-a hot, moist reptile with the insane desire to enter totally. And he was touching all the right places.
She fell against the table when her orgasm struck. The Captain held her upright, gripping her buttocks hard. Jennie shuddered and cried out in little gasps of pleasure. She hadn't come this hard in an hour.
* * *
Captain Ames lived in a small house on a bluff over-looking the ocean. The front yard was filled with roses and cactus plants. The brick house itself was neat, with white paint shining along the wood trim.
"It's a nice house," Jennie said as the Captain held the door open.
"Yes. The little wife and I think so. We've been here for twenty years. Couldn't have been happier."
Jennie smiled as she climbed the steps towards the front door. She supposed it was better to be here than stuck all night in the jail. At least, the Captain had made it sound that way. She had been given her choice, and the Captain, even after his first bargain had become bullheaded about the whole thing. He had insisted that Jennie come home with him to meet "the little woman" and to share in the warmth and coziness of his home.
The "little woman" wasn't so little after all. She was short, and appeared too wide to even make it through the doorway. Her face was beet red as she tugged the apron off her mu-mu and threw her arms around Jennie. "Poor little girl," she cooed.
The Captain closed the door behind him. "Bertha, I'd like for you to meet Jennie. She's coming to stay with us a while."
Bertha stood at arm's length and beamed at Jennie. "I just think that's wonderful, Jennie. Just wonderful!"
"We'll fix up the old guestroom," the Captain said. "She can stay there."
Bertha smoothed the front of her mu-mu and took Jennie's hand. "You must be dirty and hungry, child. Let's get you a bath before we eat dinner! Hank," Bertha said as she led Jennie into the hallway, "you get a nice fire going. It's getting a little chilly tonight."
The Captain turned and went to work on the fire-place.
A few minutes later, Jennie stood naked by the tub. The water was warm and filled with bubbles. Bertha sat on the small stool in the corner of the bathroom. Her face was flushed, and the smile never left it.
"Go ahead, child, it should be cool enough"
Jennie felt embarrassed. The woman had not taken her eyes off her. She felt her piercing stare along her spine, down across her nude buttocks, and even between her thighs.
"Come, child!" Bertha exclaimed. "Dinner's almost ready!"
Jennie put one foot then the other into the tub. She sank quickly down into the warm water and allowed the protective bubbles to rise to her chin.
"Now doesn't that feel wonderful?" Bertha asked.
"Yes," Jennie replied, taking the soap and moving it up between her thighs. She felt her sore vagina, and wondered if the fat woman even dreamed whose semen lay inside her. The thought made her laugh.
"Why are you laughing, my child?" Bertha asked.
"Nothing," Jennie snapped. "It just feels so good!"
Bertha nodded. "Shall I get your back?"
Before Jennie could answer, the huge woman was lifting her and sitting her up straight. Jennie's breasts floated on the surface her nipples half-exposed. Bertha took the soap and began lathering her back, moving her large hands beneath Jennie's arms and grazing the sides of her breasts.
"You're such a pretty child," Bertha said as she soaped her down.
"Thank you," Jennie replied.
"How did you ever get into such a mess?"
"Lucky, I guess," Jennie replied, laughing at her unusual burst sarcasm.
"It's so awful. The kids these days, running around naked, ruining innocent children like yourself. My Hank does everything to try and stop it, but he's just one man."
"Some man!" Jennie laughed, remembering his appetite as he devoured her cunt earlier that evening.
"I should say!" Bertha replied happily. "He's the greatest!"
Jennie watched the woman carefully as she dried her off. Bertha was breathing hard as she moved the towel across her firm breasts, then down to her round belly. Bertha tried to get between her legs, but Jennie stopped her.
"Cleanliness...." Bertha said, a flush crossing her cheeks.
"I'll get it," Jennie replied, a little too coldly.
Bertha handed her the towel and backed off. Jennie placed one leg on the edge of the tub, arched her belly out, and gave the woman an excellent view of squeaky clean snatch. If that's what she wants, Jennie thought, let her have it. And she did, spreading her tender labia and fingering herself as she moved the towel in and around her cunt.
And Bertha was bright red, breathing heavily riveted on the young girl's pussy.
Finally, Jennie finished and handed the towel to Bertha. "Do I have anything to wear?" she asked.
Bertha nodded, ran out of the bathroom and returned with a pair of levis and a tee shirt. Jennie held up the clothes and examined them before putting them on. She had had it much better back in Los Angeles with Bill and his films, she thought. Much better.
Dinner was a dried-up roast and even drier potatoes. Jennie ate little, while both the Captain and Bertha devoured their portions and went for seconds. When they had finished everything on the table, they turned towards Jennie.
"Would you like to get some sleep now?" the Captain asked, a twinkle in his eye.
Jennie nodded. She would love some sleep, but the way things were going, she wondered if she would be allowed to. She counted on the fact that the Captain would be afraid to approach her with his wife in the house. She was tired of getting humped.
The cool clean sheets felt wonderful against her naked skin. Jennie held them up to her throat and stared at the ceiling. It had been some kind of day, and she tried to retrace the steps which had brought her to this house. Deep down inside, the young girl knew that she would have to take the time to retrace her steps-all of them-and try to determine why she was where she was. She knew she had lost control of her life, but it would only be through an analysis that she could regain some sense of it.
Jennie had reached the end of the filming when she heard the footsteps outside her room. "Oh no!" she mumbled.
The door creaked open, and a shaft of light flooded the room. The outline of a naked man, paunchy and flabby, yet with a stark hard-on, was silhouetted against that light.
"Jennie?" the Captain whispered.
Jennie tried to pretend she was asleep.
"Jennie, it's me!"
Jennie almost burst out laughing. Who the hell else would it have been?
The Captain closed the door behind him and crept across the floor to the bed. He stood above the sleeping figure for a few moments, rubbing his cock and getting it to full strength.
"Jennie," the Captain said, leaning down so that the tip of his penis touched her cheek, "I've brought you a present. Wake up!"
He pulled the sheets down across Jennie's chest, revealing her breasts. She could feel the heat of his prick as he guided the tip of his organ against her nipples back and forth, back and forth.
"Jennie, the Captain is here with your favorite all day sucker!"
"Shit!" Jennie blurted out suddenly. "All day sucker, Jesus!"
But the Captain was not to be stopped. He continued to grin, and lowered himself against the bed. His penis was now resting against her mouth. "Go on, suck on daddy," the Captain ordered.
Jennie turned, kissed his cock, and sucked him inside her mouth.
The door burst open suddenly, and the awesome figure of Bertha dominated the light from the hallway.
"Oh-oh...." The captain whispered.
"Sinners!" Bertha shouted, almost breaking down the walls with the heft of her voice. "Onto your feet, sinners!"
The Captain rose slowly, bent over at the waist like a shriveled old man. Jennie remained in the bed.
"You whore ... up!"
Jennie had finally been able to adjust to the light, and what she saw almost made her laugh. Bertha was nude, except for a leather belt around her huge middle and a crisscross pattern of leather covering her breasts. She wore knee-length black boots, and carried what appeared to be a whip in her hand.
It definitely was a whip.
Jennie screamed as Bertha struck her with the dried leather. "Up, you whore! Into the dungeon!"
Jennie jumped nude from the bed, ready to follow the woman anywhere. The strange procession began its trek down the hallway, with Bertha pushing from behind and the Captain, shriveled and crouched, leading.
They reached the basement door, and the Captain opened it. He reached inside for a light switch, found it and turned it on.
Fear chilled Jennie's naked body like a cold, evil wind from the north. The basement was bathed in a purple glow emanating from one black light in the corner. On the far wall was a huge cross, complete with bracelets for the ankles and the wrists. In the center of the room was a table, long, hard, also with bracelets. And on the wall nearest the stairs was a rack with a huge assortment of whips, cat-o-nine tails, and other assorted gizmos of the pain trade.
"Jesus Christ!" Jennie muttered.
"Keep moving, you little bitch!" Bertha demanded as she closed the door to the basement and locked it.
Jennie felt frightened as she stood on the cold cement floor between these two fat people. Bertha was so huge that she couldn't even see the woman's cunt. She was one huge fold of flesh on top of another.
"You are to be bound, and you will suffer for your sins!" Bertha said as she dropped her whip and picked up a strand of leather. With the help of the Captain, they bound Jennie's hands behind her.
"We shall," Bertha said, "give the Captain the best of both of us!"
Jennie watched as Bertha tied the Captain to the cross. The man looked ludicrous with his legs spread and his hard-on sticking out like a dog's. Bertha gave the man's erection a small tap with her whip just for practice.
Bertha then took Jennie by the shoulders and forced her to her knees in front of the Captain. "Suck him!" Bertha ordered.
Jennie shifted herself, and planted her mouth around the Captain's prick. She began bobbing up and down along his length, taking in as much as she could.
Bertha, meanwhile, began flogging him with the whip she had brought to the bedroom earlier. She hit him expertly, with short flicks of the wrist, across his chest and very low on his belly.
Jennie could hear the swish, of the leather as it passed inches from her head. She began sucking his cock harder and harder, hoping that if he came quickly the strange ordeal would be over with.
The Captain writhed and twisted as much as possible on the cross, hanging there like some overfed saint with his head down and his body sagging. But his erection remained strong.
Bertha cursed and lashed at her husband. "You hate me!" she screamed. "You hate me because you don't see my inner beauty-the loveliness of my soul! I detest you!" And she lashed him across the shoulder.
Jennie clamped down on his penis when she felt him begin to throb. He shot his stuff into her mouth, great hot gobs of semen that scorched her throat. Jennie gagged and finally pulled away and spit some out onto the floor.
"My God!" Bertha cried when she saw the nude girl spitting the come out, "my husband's essence! The precious fluids of his body! His manhood! And you throw it out like it was rotten or something!"
Jennie didn't have time to react. Bertha had her around the chest, hauling her to her feet. The fat woman pressed her body hard against her buttocks, and ground her pelvis into her spine.
"You shall pay!" Bertha shouted over and over again. She held Jennie tightly, and ran her hands over her breasts, then down across her belly, and pushed hard against her groin. Jennie cried out when Bertha's fat finger found its way into her slit.
"No, please!"
But Bertha laughed. "You've no choice!" She pried at Jennie, pushing her finger deeper and deeper inside.
"Bertha! Bertha Bertha!" The Captain was struggling on the cross, shouting at the top of his lungs.
Bertha halted for a moment and turned towards him.
"For God's sake, get me down from here!"
"Shit, I forgot, Hank!" Bertha let Jennie go and untied her husband. "You all right?" she asked as she examined his wrists.
"Fine, Bertha," he smiled.
"Good, now we have our dessert!"
Jennie was taken to the table and tied down. Her legs were spread so wide that the inner muscles of her thighs hurt with the strain. She had not been so wide open since her visit to the doctor. And even then it wasn't this bad.
Bertha stood at the foot of the table. "My God, her cunt is so young! Captain, you've done yourself proud this time!"
The Captain grinned. "Thank you, my dear."
"Proud, real proud. Just look at that pink flesh. Her lips are so firm and strong. And there's hardly a wrinkle. She's perfect!"
Jennie could not believe what was happening. Bertha dropped her whip, then flopped herself down onto the table between her legs. Jennie felt her large, wet mouth at her pussy and cried out. "No ... please!! !"
The Captain stood at the head of the table and patted Jennie's forehead. "Now, now," he said soothingly, "we must let Bertha have her fun."
Jennie twisted and writhed. Bertha was licking her cunt in long, forceful strokes, digging deep inside her.
"Please!" Jennie cried. "I don't want a woman!"
"Bertha's not a woman," the Captain said with a smile. "She's a dominatrix. There is a difference, you know."
Jennie looked up at the man, then down at his groin. The Captain held his penis and was jerking himself off into an erection. The prick was half-size and climbing.
"When I'm ready," he said, "you'll take me inside that sweet little mouth of yours again."
Jennie shook her head. "No, I won't!"
"Yes, you will. Do you want to go back to jail?"
Jennie shuddered suddenly. Bertha had found her clitoris, and was gnawing at that sensitive bud with her teeth. Jennie could swear that the woman was laughing.
"Okay, open up, little girl," the Captain said, holding his fully erect cock out towards her.
Jennie whimpered as she parted her lips. The Captain pushed himself deep into her throat and began pumping. He held on to the edge of the table and wheezed as he stroked her.
Suddenly Bertha began moaning and groaning and increasing her lap job. Her strokes were almost violent as she dug deep and hard into Jennie's cunt.
"Bertha!" the Captain shouted, his face red and throbbing. "Come, Bertha! Come, baby! Come!! !"
And come she did, with one hand between her thighs and the other inside her own mouth. She had inserted her finger the moment before and taken some of the love juice which Jennie had donated. She sucked on her own finger like a lollipop, all the while rocking back and forth on her heels.
The Captain shot his load as his wife tumbled back-wards onto the floor. He pulled out of Jennie's mouth immediately, dropping some of his come onto the girl's throat, and went quickly to aid his wife.
The room was silent now, except for the heavy breathing coming from the floor beyond the table. Jennie tried to lift her head high enough to see, but she couldn't.
Finally voices broke the silence.
"I'm all right, honey," Bertha said in a weak little voice. "It was just so fantastic"
"I know, Bertha. She's a wonderful child."
"So wet and young. Were we ever like that?"
"Of course, my sugarplum."
"Oh God, it was so good. I think I fainted."
The Captain cooed at his wife, whispering all sorts of endearments. "My little blossom flower ... my little peach ... my tender little quail...."
"I'm shaking, Henry," Bertha said.
"It's our blood pressure, Bertha. We must watch out for our blood pressure."
"I know, Henry. But God, I wouldn't know what to do without all this. It's our life."
The Captain cleared his throat. "Maybe we should get ourselves a little trailer and travel?"
"I don't know, Henry...."
"We could bring the whips, Bertha. Just tone things down a little."
Bertha chuckled. "Oh Henry, that's a wonderful idea. Could we bring Jennie with us?"
"Certainly, my sugarplum. Anything you want."
Jennie listened, not believing what she was hearing. The thought crossed her mind that she had gone completely insane, and that she was in a home for those who had also crossed over into Banana-land. The more the Captain and his "little woman" spoke, the stronger was the conviction that she had in fact, blown the circuits.
CHAPTER SIX
Little Janis stood naked in an alleyway behind an adult movie theater on Santa Monica Boulevard. The warm August night felt cool against her naked flesh. Her clothes lay in a small pile at her feet.
The man who had escorted her to this dark and not so remote place had his hand up between her thighs and was using his finger to penetrate her. Janis had his cock in her hand and was stroking him as hard as she could.
"Are you going to come?" Janis asked, watching the blinking lights at the end of the alley.
The guy was in his late forties, heavyset and a hard breather. "I'm all right," he replied, as if delaying his orgasm was exactly what the beautiful little chick wanted.
"But you're so hard and big and throbbing!" Janis squeezed his prick, held it tightly, and resumed the masturbation.
The guy held her breast and sucked on the rigid little nipple, clenching the bud between his teeth and stabbing at the tip with his tongue. "Mmmmmm...." he moaned.
Janis arched her belly out and rubbed her tuft of hair against the tip of his cock. She even managed to get that inflamed organ to move against the top of her slit. "Feel good?" she asked.
"Mmmmmm ... mmmm...." The guy was busy with her breast, sucking and nipping.
Janis knew that she was late. Tom would be waiting at the coffee shop for her by now. All she had wanted to do was to pick up an easy twenty from this obviously aroused patron of the adult movie theater. But the guy had decided the alley was a perfect place to practice his methods of orgasmic longevity. They had been at it for ten minutes already, and the guy was as close to coming as he had been when he had first propositioned her.
Janis closed her eyes for a moment, leaned her naked ass against the cool stucco of the building. She was jerking him off with a crazy, almost violent speed, but still he would not come. Finally she knew what she had to do.
Dropping to her knees, Janis guided the tip of his cock between her lips. She brushed her tongue along the inflamed head, then stabbed gently at his hole. The guy tried to bring her to her feet, to prolong the session as long as possible. But Janis remained where she was, taking all of him into her throat.
"No! Easy! Please!" The guy was trying everything to hold back, tensing his body, counting aloud to himself, and even reciting the Lord's Prayer. But the techniques were virtually worthless when confronted by the wild tongue and mouth of Janis.
She felt, with a great sense of relief his cock begin to spasm and shudder. Quickly she pulled her mouth away, and directed his shooting muscle toward the side. His semen spurted onto the ground, a sizzling sound emanating where the warm liquid touched the even hotter cement. Janis held on to him until he had finally rid himself of everything. Then, quickly, she got dressed.
"I wanted that to go on forever," the guy said sadly as he stuffed himself back into his slacks.
"That was obvious," Janis replied, pulling her halter top up over her creamy breasts.
"I wanted to stay with you all night."
"Not for twenty bucks you didn't," Janis said.
The guy put his hand on Janis' shoulder and searched her young, innocent eyes. "Then how much? I mean, for all night?"
Janis chuckled. "Man, you really got it bad, don't you?"
"Worse than that. I need companionship. How much?"
"A hundred. One solid yard." Janis had turned a few tricks back in Ohio, especially with the members of the football team, usually nothing more than a quick hand job beneath the stands before the games. But she had learned the jargon of the trade quickly, and found it easy to relate it to football. Guilt sometimes rested its heavy hand on her shoulder, however, because she felt personally responsible for the fact that not only did her team lose every game, but scored only one touchdown all season.
"I'll do a hundred with you," the guy said, grinning.
"I can't tonight. But maybe some other time, okay?"
The guy was virtually at the end of his rope. "Jesus Christ! I come to these movies every night-to practice you know?-and I've never seen a more beautiful girl than you. This is the first time, and now you tell me that you can't!"
Janis leaned up and kissed the man on the cheek. "Listen babe," she whispered as sensually as she could, "I'll know where to find you, then. Won't I?"
The guy smiled. "Yeah. Every night. I'm here usually around eight."
"Good. You can expect me." Janis kissed him once more, then turned and scampered down the alleyway and out onto Santa Monica. The man rubbed his sore cock as he watched her turn the corner. It had been one of his better nights.
* * *
Tom was sitting at the counter of the coffee shop, absently playing with his cup and smoking a cigarette. It had been a long day, a long couple of days, actually. Walking the streets of Hollywood, with the photograph of Jennie, accosting the kids who stood on the street corners like zombies. Most of them would smile, an enigmatic smile which told Tom that, even if they knew, they weren't telling. It was an unwritten code, a secret fraternity of youth who stuck by one another, never allowing the "enemy" inside to learn their secrets. Janis had become his only link, and the young girl was proving a hard worker.
"Hi!" Janis said brightly, taking the stool next to Tom. "Been here long?" she asked, resting her hand on his thigh and sliding it slowly up to his groin.
"Jesus Christ, don't you ever stop?" Tom demanded, his flushed face and wild grin betraying his lack of anger.
"Not with you, never." Janis cupped his balls then found his steadily rising manhood and gripped it. "Nice!"
"Enough of that," Tom said, pulling her hand away. "Did you find anything?"
Janis turned away from him, grabbed one of his Marlboros, and lit it. When she was lighting a cigarette, her true age was evident. She held the stem with one hand, then quickly puffed out the smoke. Older women always seemed to inhale, taking the burning smoke deep into their lungs in a fashion that was ritualistic. Young girls puffed.
"Well," Janis began, "I found some people who told me about this strange place in the mountains."
Tom listened eagerly. He had come up with nothing, and a change of scenery would be a good thing.
"It's a retreat of sorts, a place where people go to experience total and complete sensuality-a fuck farm, is the way I hear it."
"Jennie would never go to a place like that!"
"Why?" Janis asked quickly. "Too young?"
Tom got the point. "Okay. Where is this place?"
"Near the ocean, above Malibu. They told me how to get there. It'll cost us twenty-five bucks apiece to go inside."
"Well, we got nothing to lose, do we?"
"No, not too much."
"I think," Tom said softly, "that it's about time we left this town anyway. If she's here, we're never going to find her."
* * *
The Nirvana Ranch sat on a bluff above the Pacific Ocean. The stone gate entrance advertised the fact that the property was private, and that trespassers would be dealt with.
Tom pulled his old Ford to a stop in front of the entrance. "I don't know," he said, looking at the warning sign.
"Bullshit" Janis said, her head throbbing with the anticipation of going into an orgy ranch. "Just drive in. The people I talked with said it was cool."
"Shit. Okay." Tom ground the car into first, and pulled onto the narrow, gravel road. They traveled slowly up over a rise, through a small valley, and finally arrived at a huge stone house sitting on the very edge of the bluff.
"Shit, that's nice!" Janis exclaimed, jumping out of the car.
A nude young man walked up to Janis from the front door of the house. Janis grinned broadly at the sight, her eyes riveted on his long, slender prick.
"Hello there," he said. "My name's Dick, can I help you?"
Janis stammered. "Uh, sure. We've come to-uh-Tom?"
Tom was sliding out of the driver's seat. Already the idea of coming to the ranch had become a bad one. This naked dude standing there turning Janis on didn't appeal to him in the least. And her obvious appreciation of him made matters worse.
"We're just leaving," Tom said coldly.
"Oh, Tom!" Janis squealed. "I want to stay."
"Yeah, I can see that!"
"Listen, man," Dick began, "it's up to you. But we don't want any bad scenes here, you dig? I mean, you both look pretty cool and everything, but if it's going to turn into a bummer then you'd better forget it."
Tom was about to say yes, it was turning into a bummer, when the appearance of two nude girls stopped him cold. They were both young-not as young as Janis, but young enough to still retain the smooth firm lines of youth. One was brunette, the other blonde. The brunette had extremely large breasts which swayed as she walked. She also had a shaven cunt, with her pink slit gleaming in the afternoon. And both of them smiled at Tom as they walked by.
"Maybe we should go," Janis said suddenly.
Dick laughed. "Shit, a jealousy game! Man, no one plays those trips around here."
Tom grinned. "I guess it's impossible. Let's stay." Dick stood between them, his hands on his hips. "Uh, man. The bread?"
"Oh yeah," Tom said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a fifty-dollar bill. "This cover it?"
Dick took the money and folded it carefully. "Gets you a whole day and night. C'mon, I'll show you around."
Dick led them through the main entrance of the house. Inside was a huge living room with a great stone fireplace. Five people were sitting around the fireplace playing Monopoly. Three women and two men-all naked. The women looked up at Tom and smiled as he walked by. Tom felt the first stirrings of an erection. He wondered if anyone ever went through that particular embarrassment.
"Of course, man," Dick said, replying to Tom's question. "But after a while, you'll get used to it."
"No," Tom drawled slowly, "I don't think so. Ain't never got used to naked women."
Dick laughed, then led them onto the outside sun-deck. Here, five girls all young and firm, were basking in the sun. Tom marveled at the way they parted their thighs and seemed totally without modesty: Each one seemed to be flashing her beaver, even going so far as to raise her hips a few inches off the patio chairs.
Janis watched Tom carefully, feeling pangs of jealousy as he grinned at the naked women.
"Over there," Dick explained, pointing to a huge, glass-enclosed structure that looked very much like a greenhouse, "is our pool. In the pool, you can drop your cool and do ... well, whatever...." Dick grinned at Janis, and the girl once again explored his groin area with her eyes.
"That sounds like a gas," she said.
"It is. Now, if you want to take off your clothes, there's dressing rooms behind the patio."
Within a couple of minutes, Tom and Janis stood naked on the patio. Tom felt conspicuous, wondering if his cock was going to rise or fall. "Shit, I ain't never been naked with strangers before," he said.
Janis laughed, reached down and grasped his penis. "C'mon, you're beautiful!"
Tom looked at her, at her large breasts and her soft tuft of pubic hair and felt himself giving way to desire. "C'mon, let's go swimming."
The pool was huge, an Olympic-size rectangle filled with playing, laughing souls. Tom and Janis stood on the side, watching the people below them. A man and a woman, in middle age, were going at it with complete abandonment. The woman had her legs wrapped around the man's waist, her head thrown back and an expression of total ecstasy on her face.
"Jesus," Tom mumbled, "I never seen people fucking before. Except in movies, of course."
"It's kinda weird, isn't it?"
Tom nodded. But as strange as the scene before him was, it did serve to stimulate him. He felt his cock growing steadily, and decided it would be best to get into the water before he became embarrassed.
Janis joined him a moment later, half-sitting in waist-high water, her gleaming breasts above the surface, the swirling and abstract vision of her cunt below. "Damn, Tom," she said, "fuck me?"
Tom grinned, and pulled her to him. Janis wrapped her legs around his waist, reached down and held his hard prick. "Jesus...." she moaned as she directed the tip against her wet lips.
"Easy baby" Tom stammered, "I'm not gonna last too long."
"Just get it inside me, that's all!"
Janis lined herself up with his cock, then slowly wiggled her hips until it slid up into her vagina. "Oh, man!" she groaned when the full mass of his meat was throbbing against her canal walls. "God, that feels good!"
Tom began pumping slowly inside her, pulling back an inch, then pressing in again. Janis held on to his slippery shoulders and threw her head back so that her breasts were thrust out. Her nipples were "hard and erect, and seemed to throb each time Tom pushed himself into her.
"Fuck me, baby! Jam it in there!" Janis cried as Tom thrust harder and harder.
Janis came quickly, feeling the first rush of her orgasm matching the initial throb of Tom's cock. It was the fastest either had ever come.
Dick stood above them on the side of the pool applauding. His cock was in a state of half-erection, and he grinned broadly. "Beautiful! That was just beautiful!" he cried loudly.
Tom looked up at the young man, then around him at the rest of the people in the pool. Everyone was watching. "Shit!" he exclaimed. The people laughed.
Janis pulled herself from Tom's lap and floated lazily on the surface of the water. Dick jumped into the pool next to her and moved his hands to her buttocks. "It'll keep you up," he said.
Janis breathed deeply as she felt his hand pry apart her cheeks, and one finger begin playing at her anus. "Easy," she warned softly.
"I know," Dick replied. But he persisted, moving his forefinger in small, circular motions around her tight little hole.
Janis reached for him as he moved inside her. "Oh!" she cried loudly as the full length of his finger entered her there.
"You've never had it there, have you?" Dick asked, a smile on his face as he moved his finger in and out.
"No. Never."
"It's good there. Up here at Nirvana, you'll learn all the ways."
Janis closed her eyes, reached beneath the water and held Dick's cock. He was rigid now. She traced the length of him, feeling his veins throbbing as the blood expanded them. "Could you put it inside me?" she asked.
Dick did not answer, but instead turned her over, then brought her up so that she was sitting on his lap. Janis spread her legs as she felt the mushroom tip of his penis against her anus. "Oh ... oh oh!! !" she cried over and over again as he began pushing himself deep into her ass-hole.
When he had entered her all the way, he began stroking her evenly and gently. The pain was at once satisfying and horrendous. Janis began to grow dizzy with it.
But Dick persisted, reaching around the front of her body and inserting his hand between her swollen labia. He found her clit and rubbed that organ deftly and smoothly.
When she came, it was if her entire body was exploding into two sections. From the front and the rear the shots of electrical energy poured through her. She twisted, cried and moaned-her voice echoing off the suspended roof above the pool.
Tom did not know whether to be angry or to enjoy watching. One element which might have helped his refraining from action, however, was the mouth of the sexy brunette. At the exact moment that Janis was coming, the brunette was diving beneath the surface and taking Tom's penis into her mouth. She sucked on him as long as possible, then surfaced for more air, then dove down again to continue her mission.
When he came, she stayed down there and swallowed it all. Finally, she surfaced with a broad grin on her face, her hair hanging in ringlets across her pretty, oval face. Tom reached out and held her large breast, playing with the silver-dollar nipple and admiring its size.
"You see" she said, "we all love each other here."
Tom grinned. "That's very obvious."
* * *
The Orgo Room was located on the far edge of the Nirvana Ranch in an old, rickety barn. The basic purpose, as explained to Tom and Janis by Dick, was to give people a place to learn their "orgasmic potential."
"Most people go through life," Dick said lightly as he strode across the open field towards the barn, "and never realize just bow much they are missing. Most people just plain don't know how to come."
"That's funny," Tom interjected. "I always felt like I was getting all of my rocks off pretty good."
Dick smiled at the older, weather-beaten man with a condescending look on his face. "Well, like, I said, some people have just never experienced it all."
Janis was walking between the two men, listening halfheartedly as they spoke. Her eyes kept moving back and forth, from Dick's groin to Tom's and back to Dick's. As she walked, her naked thighs rubbed together gently, and she felt that familiar warmth, that moisture which seeped from the folds of her cunt and lubricated her sex. Her nipples were aching and her belly was taut and fluttery. She decided that she wanted both men at the same time.
Dick was talking about the various levels of orgasm when Janis stopped walking. "Anything wrong?" Dick asked turning back to the nude girl.
Janis felt herself blushing, a rare occurrence for the normally brash youngster. "Well, I was just thinking about something."
Dick looked to Tom, then back at Janis. "Sexy?" he asked.
"Yeah, real sexy. But I don't know how to ask."
Tom laughed. "Damn, Janis, you just made it no more than fifteen minutes ago! You want it again?"
Janis folded her hands modestly in front of her covering her sparse thatch of pubic hair. "I don't know how to say this ... but I was thinking ... if both of you ... I mean, if I had you two."
Dick smiled. "At the same time? Sandwich-like?"
Tom turned away and let out a yell. "Goddamn, I can't believe this!"
"What do you say, Tom?" Dick demanded.
Tom shook his head. "I come looking for my little girl, and before I know it, I'm involved in all kinds of perverse sex. Shit, it's a funny fucking life!"
As Janis listened to Tom debating with himself, she lowered herself to the lawn. Rolling over onto her side, she raised her leg and placed her foot high on her thigh. Her hand was between her thighs, and she was rubbing her already moist vagina slowly and sensually. "Please," she begged. "I Want it."
Tom turned and looked down at her naked body. Her little slit was wide open, her pink and erect clit popping in and out of her crack like a small pulsating rod. "Jesus!" he moaned, reaching down and grabbing his cock. He began masturbating himself until be became hard. "I think I'm game, Dick!"
Dick was already hard. He leaned down behind Janis and began stroking her anus, diving in deep between the cheeks of her ass and lubricating her tight little hole with her own cunt juices.
Tom lay down in front of the girl and rubbed the tip of his prick up and down the length of her wet slit.
"Oh Tom ... thank you!" Janis moaned, reaching beneath his stem and fondling his balls.
"It's all right, little girl." Tom replied, cupping her breast and tracing the circular line of her vividly pink nipple.
"You okay up front?" Dick asked, peering over Janis' shoulder.
"Oh yes...." Janis replied.
"Okay," Dick began. "Janis, you roll over and get on top of Tom. Okay?"
Tom lay down on the grass and watched as Janis climbed onto his belly. As she threw her legs across his body, Tom watched her beautiful little cunt split open-a flash of pink wet skin that made his cock throb.
Janis sat upright, took Tom's penis, and rubbed it against her crack. Then, she raised herself up, slid forward, and lined up Tom's cock with her hole.
"Easy ... easy...." she moaned as she slid gently down on the bulk of his stem.
Dick was behind her now, his arms around her and his hands cupping and fondling her breasts. Janis fell forward as Dick began working his penis in between her cheeks, driving his length up into the tiny hole.
"Ahhh ... God, it hurts so good!" Janis screamed.
Dick held her tightly. He began stroking her evenly, and soon she was responding. Tom had nothing to do but lie still and allow her to ride his shaft.
"Oh man, this is wild!" Tom bellowed as the rhythms increased along with the trio's moans and groans.
"Come on baby!" Dick bellowed from behind. "Get it, get it get it!! !"
Tom held Janis tightly against him as he felt her body begin to shudder. She raised herself up, a twisted expression of ecstasy on her face, and yelled to the sky: "God! It's so good!"
Tom began laughing out of the pure joy of the moment, as he felt himself give way and shoot his load into Janis' cunt. Dick came a moment later, and the three became one-a throbbing, shuddering mass of energy released into space.
"Man, that. was wild!" Tom said a few moments later as they lay beside each other on the lawn.
"For new people, you guys really adapt pretty well."
Janis lay on her back, a hand on each man's penis. "Let's go to the Orgo Room and learn to have a proper orgasm, shall we?"
Both Tom and Dick broke out laughing, and soon Janis joined them.
The laughter stopped when they entered the Orgo Room. Sedate, shadowed in darkness with only a few candles for illumination the large room was not particularly right for loud conversation.
At the far end of the room was the center of the activity. A large mattress lay on the floor, surrounded by candles and burning sticks of incense. At the head of the mattress, sitting cross-legged and nude on a raised platform, was a thin, guru-looking man looking down at the three couples sitting before him.
As far as Tom could make out, the couples on the mattress were older. They were not the same lithe, beautiful people he had seen outside on the grounds of the institute. Instead, the men were flabby, and the women had short hair and bulky figures.
"They're all new," Dick whispered to Janis and Tom, as if to explain the people's physical appearance. "They haven't had the time to get themselves into condition, to turn themselves into natural, beautiful people."
"What are they doing down there?" Tom asked, squinting through the darkness.
"Matt, the man with the beard, is the orgasmic leader of our community. He has studied orgasm with Masters and Johnson, through the Eastern religions, and has finally combined it with Janov's primal scream therapy."
"Huh?" Tom grunted.
Dick looked at the blank faces next to him and smiled. "like I said before, he's teaching the people to get the most out of their orgasm. He's very effective."
At that moment, Matt raised his arms and held them out over the people. The six nudes in front of him began rocking back and forth. It appeared from where Tom stood that they were holding hands.
"Actually," Dick said in response to Tom's question, "they're masturbating. Each person masturbates the person next to him. They've joined together to reach a multiple orgasm."
The sounds emanating from the people began to rise in unison. Their movements became more and more intense with their rocking movements more and more powerful.
"Would you like to join them?" Dick asked.
Janis rubbed her pubis absently. "Gee, I'm pretty sore right now."
"It doesn't matter," Dick said. "You'll be transported above the pain level anyway."
Tom focused on the woman at the end of the line, a thin woman with a free hand. "Yeah, let's get into it."
"Okay." Dick took their hands and led them through the darkness to the mattress. Tom took a seat next to the thin woman at the far end, while Dick and Janis both snuggled in between a couple.
"More energy!" Matt exclaimed as he saw the three people joining the group. "More energy has been added ... let us pick up and move!"
Tom hardly had a second to adjust before the woman next to him was handling his penis. Her deft fingers worked smoothly over his already sore flesh, massaging him gently into a full erection. Tom thought about how it had been over twenty years since he'd had this many erections in one day. And besides that, he hadn't taken a drink all day. Silently, he cursed alcohol.
He moved his hand up the woman's thin, warm thigh and felt the clump of tangled pubic hair. The woman shuddered slightly as Tom felt around between her moist thighs. The man on the other side of her already had three fingers firmly inserted into her vagina, and there wasn't much room for Tom.
"Pulsating flesh ... throbbing meat ... moist sex...." Matt's words were coming in a monotone. Tom looked at the man and tried to guess his age. He couldn't. All he knew was that the guy had a huge hard-on and seemed to enjoy whacking himself off while he watched the others do the same thing.
Suddenly, Tom felt himself being thrown into the energy of the group. The moans and groans increased, and the woman next to him began stroking him harder and harder. Tom pushed the other guy's hand out of the way and took over her slippery tunnel with his fingers.
A woman at the far end of the line cried out, screaming like an animal in the throes of death. Tom shuddered but felt himself totally connected ,with those around him and did not stop.
The woman next to him began lurching back and forth. She pulled her hand off Tom's cock and put it between her legs, forcing his hand deeper and deeper inside her cunt. Tom was feeling strained and as if his wrist would break.
"Come ... come together ... come!! !" Matt was now beating out a cadence with his foot, all the while jerking himself off vigorously.
The woman next to him suddenly leaned over and buried her head in Tom's groin. She sucked his prick inside her mouth with such force that Tom jerked backwards. But she stayed with it, lapping up the meat of his sex with her tongue as she bobbed up and down along his throbbing length.
"Come ... come ... come!" Matt was now shouting, standing with his cock in his hand, beating himself off wildly.
Tom felt his cock shudder, pulled his hand out of the woman's cunt, and forced her head powerfully against his groin. He spurted his semen into her mouth, and felt her throat contracting as she tried to swallow everything.
"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Matt was coming all over the woman directly in front of him, his semen dripping onto her blonde hair and running down her face. She leaned forward, raised her head and screamed. The room exploded into a animalistic orgy of grunts and groans, primal screams and violent convulsions. It took five full minutes before everyone was through. The quiet which replaced the wild noise was almost deafening.
Everyone but Tom was lying on the mattress, breathing heavily and occasionally muttering how good it all felt. Tom finally turned toward the woman who had sucked him off and smiled down at her. She smiled back, then lost her smile as Tom's expression turned into one of complete and utter shock.
"My God!" Tom shouted.
"What's wrong?" Janis asked from the darkness.
"My God!" the woman shouted.
"Lorraine?" Matt asked, a soothing tone to his voice.
Tom jumped to his feet and pointed down at his ex-wife with an accusing finger. "I knew you were no damn good!"
"You always fucked anyone who came along!" she shouted back.
"You little whore! Sucking off a total stranger!"
"You let me, didn't you! You male chauvinist pig!"
The argument grew to such drastic proportions that finally Matt and Dick had to put themselves between the couple. When Tom and the woman had finally settled down, Dick began talking.
"You people are very, very uncool," he said. "Now, you want to explain your total lack of cool to the others?"
"This woman," Tom began through clenched teeth, "is my ex-wife!"
"Oh," Dick said softly.
Lorraine stood with her hands on her hips and her legs apart. Even though she was thin, and a little older, she was still sexy. "You want to tell me exactly what you're doing here, Tom?" she demanded.
"You first!"
Lorraine glared at her husband. "Since I had to leave you 'cause you couldn't keep your hands off the little whores, I married a creep. The last time my husband made love was to a Playboy centerfold!"
"Lorraine," Matt interrupted smoothly, "suffers from total orgasmic deprivation. We are trying to establish her orgasm quota at a normal level as soon as possible."
"Shit!" Tom muttered, unable to keep his eyes off his wife's slender, sensual body. She had done all right by him with her mouth. "I'm sorry to hear that" he said, a little more gently now.
"And now you?" Lorraine asked.
Tom cleared his throat. "Well, it turns out I'm here looking for our little girl."
"Jennie!? !"
"Yeah. She's all grown up now. Ran away from home a couple of weeks ago. I been looking for her."
"Well this is one hell of a place to come looking for our little girl!"
Tom sat down on the mattress slowly, as if suddenly struck by the shock of it all. "It's even more of a hell of a place to find your goddamn wife!"
Lorraine dropped to her knees in front of Tom. She rested her hands high on his thighs. "Maybe it's fate, Tom," she said softly.
Tom nodded.
Janis turned to Dick, "It's really amazing, isn't it?" she said in an emotional voice.
Dick nodded solemnly. "Many strange and wonderful things happen herein the Orgo Room, Janis. This has been but one of them."
The rest of the people heard this and nodded in unison.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The late afternoon sun was warm and soothing. Jennie spread herself to it, draping her legs over the edge of the lounge chair. The cool afternoon breeze off the ocean caressed her naked labia like a mass of soothing fingers. She felt her flesh prickle, and her breasts tingle.
She was alone in the small back yard of the Captain's home. There was complete privacy here, with the nearest neighbor some two miles down the road. The Captain and his extraordinary wife had virtually ordered Jennie to sunbathe in the nude because neither of them really liked tan lines. Jennie had been lying out in the yard for five straight days, and her body was now becoming a golden brown, and her hair bleached from the sun. She liked her tan, but didn't like the conditions under which she was getting it.
Bertha, as usual, was standing inside the house watching the lithe figure reclining on the chair outside. Bertha's tanned face was beaming. The last five days had been some of the happiest, most satisfying she had ever spent. All day alone with the eighteen-year-old, and each night the "scene," as she had come to call it, in the basement. Bertha sighed, took a long swig from her diet cola and opened the door to the yard.
"Feels good?" she asked as she walked up to where Jennie lay. The sun virtually disappeared behind her massive hulk.
"Yeah, it's a nice day."
Bertha dropped to her knees next to Jennie, her mu-mu billowing around her like some huge mushroom. "You're looking beautiful, my dear. The sun's good for you."
Jennie felt the woman's eyes peering between her widespread legs. She thought of pulling her thighs together, then realized it wouldn't make any difference. She was a complete prisoner of this strange couple's desires; there was no escape.
"Your thighs look absolutely heavenly!" Bertha put her hand on the inside of Jennie's thigh and began stroking the smooth, soft flesh slowly and sensually. "So firm and smooth!"
Jennie closed her eyes and tried not to feel anything. But it was impossible. Bertha was sliding her hand high up between her legs, grazing the tempting flesh of her labia with the side of her hand, then retreating. Each time she came close to the young girl's crack, Jennie flinched.
"The market delivered this morning," Bertha grinned as she placed her other hand on Jennie's breast. "There are some very nice surprises."
"Huh?" Jennie opened her eyes and looked at the huge woman. Bertha was grinning mischievously.
"Nice things, things that make women feel good."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, you will." Bertha moved her hand solidly against Jennie's vagina, then eased the edge of her hand between the swollen lips. The juices were flowing, and Jennie began to writhe against the invading member.
"Oooo ... Bertha...." Jennie held the edge of the lounge chair as the woman pushed hard against her pelvis. "Not now ... please...."
But Bertha persisted, now prying open Jennie's cunt and inserting her finger into her hole. "Nice and juicy and wet-ah, perfect youth!"
Jennie was now swaying back and forth on the small chair, moving her pelvis in and out with the rhythms of Bertha's strokes. It had been like this every day since her indoctrination into the strange ritual of life which Bertha and the Captain led. There was never a warning, never any waiting until mutual desire was formed, If Bertha wanted to watch her get it off, it was Jennie's duty to comply. No matter where, or what time of day, or how many times-what Bertha wanted, Bertha got.
Suddenly Bertha pulled away and got to her feet. "You keep that wet and juicy I'll be right back."
Jennie watched her as she waddled into the kitchen, only to return a moment later holding out a huge green cucumber.
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"See what I mean about the market?" Bertha said gleefully.
"What's that for?" Jennie asked innocently.
"Why, for you, my dear. It'll be the best you ever had!"
Jennie instinctively drew her legs together, the objective of the large, phallic vegetable becoming clear in her mind. "Oh, no!" she cried.
"Oh yes!" Bertha insisted, prying apart the nude girl's legs and rubbing her wet cunt vigorously. "You'll love it."
"It's too big to go inside me, Bertha," Jennie pleaded.
But Bertha was insistent. "Oh now, don't be frightened. A woman's vagina is the most adaptable thing in the world. Why, the Captain has put things up inside me that you wouldn't believe. Actually, it's very good for the muscles."
Jennie closed her eyes. She knew that arguing with this woman would be futile. She had tried before, had begged Bertha to let her return to Los Angeles. But Bertha had insisted that Jennie's new home was right here, with the Captain and herself. For her even to consider some other place was completely beyond reality. As Bertha saw it, there was no reality beyond the small house on the bluff.
"Now just relax and enjoy!" Bertha sat at the edge of the lounge chair, held the cucumber between Jennie's legs, and began rubbing the tip of the thick vegetable against Jennie's slit.
"It feels so big!" Jennie moaned as Bertha pushed it a little further between her lips.
"It is big. Bet you never had a man this big!"
"No ... I'd be afraid!"
"Nothing to fear but fear itself!" Bertha grinned.
Jennie held on to the chair tightly as Bertha began massaging her more vigorously with the cucumber. Slowly she pushed the thing between Jennie's lips and then into her vagina.
"Oh God, stop ... please stop!" Jennie writhed back and forth on the chair, twisting her nude body high off the lounge, trying to close her thighs around the green monster and prevent it from entering her. But the more she struggled, the harder Bertha pushed, until finally a good three inches of the phallus were inside Jennie's tight vagina.
"Jesus, I can't take it!"
Bertha just laughed and began stroking her with the cucumber, pulling it in and out like a cock. "Take it, baby. Fuck it!"
She felt as if she was going to black out. Her vagina seemed to be ripping in two. Jennie struggled, trying her best to relax, to accept the invasion without tensing up.
"Easy, baby, just ride with it." Beads of perspiration had broken out across Bertha's forehead. Her mouth was twisted, her lips puckered, and her tongue darted in and out like a serpent's.
Jennie had been with the huge woman long enough to know that she would come very soon. It never took Bertha long when the activity involved inflicting pain on someone else. Jennie tried screaming and moaning in agony, hoping to force Bertha into coming as soon as possible.
And the ploy worked. The big woman suddenly yanked up her mu-mu, reached down between her thick thighs, and began fingering herself with violent strokes. Jennie opened her eyes and watched her as she rocked back and forth, then fell over backwards with a tremendous thud. The cucumber remained inside Jennie's vagina, and the beautiful young girl carefully and gently removed it.
"Ahhhh," Bertha moaned as she rolled around on the grass. "Just beautiful! Gorgeous!"
Jennie watched in fascination as the woman's body twitched and shuddered. Finally, she seemed to relax opening her small eyes and staring up at the blue sky.
"Are you all right?" Jennie asked.
"I'm fine, girl. Just fine. Never better!"
Jennie turned away from her, unable to look at the huge figure any longer without feeling a surge of revulsion flood her body. She had had enough of these people, of their gross orgasms and their flagrantly perverted means of achieving them. It was time to leave.
But Jennie knew that getting up and walking out was an impossibility. She was a prisoner of this odd couple, one of the poor unfortunates pulled from the heap of wandering humanity and given the incredible opportunity of servicing these people in their bizarre search for sexual gratification. Being at the Captain's had become a truly impossible situation-one from which there seemed no escape.
Before Jennie even had the opportunity of thinking up some kind of plan, the Captain returned home from the station with a surprise for Bertha.
"Honey!" The Captain chuckled, wrapping his arms halfway around the huge woman, "this must be our lucky month!"
Bertha grinned. "I told you, Mars is ascending. It always brings us luck!"
They were standing in the living room, with the front door still open. Jennie sat at the dining room table, wearing her bikini and feeling outrageously naked, when the Captain and his woman turned towards her.
"And for little Jennie here-boy, will she be surprised!"
Jennie tried to smile, but found it difficult.
"Yessir," the Captain continued, grinning foolishly at Bertha then at Jennie. "We got ourselves some good times coming down the road!"
"That's very nice," Jennie said softly, wondering what new device he had come up with. Probably, she thought, he had made a stop at the hardware store and picked up some new kind of chain.
The Captain began backing out of the house, still with that grin plastered on his face. He disappeared for a moment then returned a second later.
She could not have been older than fifteen. Her hair was long and straight and black. Her face was scrawny like a tomboy's. And her body-a little girl's body suddenly caught up in the throes of womanly maturity. Beneath her tie-dyed tee shirt were the little nubs that would someday become breasts.
"I found her smoking grass on the highway," tine Captain explained as he draped his arm around the small girl. "Her name's Asphalt-or at least that's what she called herself. Been traveling by herself for six weeks. She's a real comer!"
Asphalt searched the room with her quick brown eyes. There was fear there and much apprehension. But there was also a silent appeal for acceptance. "Hi," she said simply to Bertha.
"My child! My child! Welcome to our humble home!" Bertha hugged the girl and Asphalt all but disappeared into the massive flesh.
"She going to live here?" Jennie asked from her seat at the table.
"Of course!" the Captain replied gleefully. "You and Asphalt will become great friends."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Of course you will. Young girls like yourselves, you must have a hell of a lot in common!"
The Captain's idea of having a lot in common meant nothing less than developing an intimate relationship. His tact for this venture into lesbianism began directly after a full and nourishing dinner which had been prepared lovingly by Bertha.
"Shall we retire to the basement?" the Captain suggested as he sipped on his cheap scotch.
Jennie rolled her eyes towards the heavens. "Again?"
The Captain patted her on her hand. "Of course, my child, if going back to jail suits you better, just say the word."
Jennie had to think about this for a moment. Finally she shook her head. "No, I'll go."
Little Asphalt stared at the Captain, then at Jennie, then at Bertha with wide open eyes. She had already been indoctrinated into the rules of the jail by the Captain-taking his cock deep into her throat and sucking on it like a lollipop. She had a small, little-girl's mouth, and the Captain had delighted in her squeals of passion as he had come powerfully inside her throat. The inspiration to couple Asphalt with Jennie had come at the moment of ejaculation-that precise time when the Captain had most of his better ideas.
All four moved down to the basement together, like a family moving into the living room to watch their favorite television show. Bertha took a seat next to the St. Andrew's cross and leaned back, her mu-mu riding high on her fat legs. The Captain stood above the torture table and played with one of the metal bracelets. Jennie and Asphalt stood next to each other like two small girls being reprimanded for their bad behavior.
"Bertha and I are really lucky to have you both here tonight," the Captain said in a friendly voice. "You two have the ability to provide us with the ultimate delight. I hope that you proceed along those lines with verve and enthusiasm."
The warning was there, and Jennie shrugged. Asphalt was transfixed by the apparatus in the room, and had yet to bring herself to react to the Captain's instructions. "What do you want us to do?" she asked innocently.
"He wants us to make it together," Jennie blurted out.
"Oh ... really?" There was a note of anticipation in Asphalt's squeaky little voice. "Is that all?"
Jennie looked at the frail little girl and wondered. Asphalt's eyes were wide now, and there was an unmistakable gleam shining forth. "Have you ever ... uh ... made it like that?" Jennie asked.
Asphalt grinned, then turned her eyes downwards. "Gee, yeah. I mean, you're on the road like me, you do everything. You know?"
The Captain clapped his hands gleefully. "I knew you were great when I saw you out there on the highway smoking that marijuana cigarette! I just knew it!"
Bertha also clapped. "Let's get this show on the road, Henry!"
"Yes dear," the Captain replied, his voice dropping slightly as the potential wrath of his large wife reached him. "Okay girls, you may begin."
The Captain turned down the lights so that the room was bathed in a soft purple glow. He lit a few candles for effect, then took his seat next to Bertha. The strange couple sat there with shining eyes of anticipation, holding each other's hand as if watching their little child's first piano recital.
Jennie turned and faced Asphalt. The two girls were of equal height. Asphalt smiled and placed her hand on Jennie's naked hip, just above the bikini line.
"Kiss me," Asphalt said softly.
Jennie leaned forward and put her lips against Asphalt's. The girl's small mouth seemed to pucker, then open wider than Jennie would have thought possible. Suddenly, Jennie's mouth was filled with her large, hot tongue.
"Mmmmm," Asphalt moaned as she stepped up against Jennie and pushed her belly out towards her.
"Oh girls, that's nice!" Bertha squealed from her seat in the corner.
Asphalt untied Jennie's bikini top and pulled the garment from her body. She stepped back a foot and touched Jennie's brown, firm breasts.
"So big ... and so firm!" Asphalt moaned as she traced the circular line around Jennie's nipple. Asphalt wasted no time in taking that erect bud between her teeth and grinding it slowly and passionately. "Mmmmm...." she moaned as she buried her face in Jennie's flesh.
"Take off her clothes, Jennie!" the Captain commanded from the dark corner.
Jennie obeyed, reaching down and lifting Asphalt's tee shirt up above her small breasts and over her head. Asphalt's torso was thin, and her breasts were little more than small apples on her chest. The nipples covered almost all of the flesh there, and they themselves were small and erect.
"Take 'em all off!" the Captain shouted again.
Jennie unsnapped the button of the levis, then pulled the pants down across Asphalt's thin, boyish hips. Asphalt helped by wriggling and twisting until she was finally able to step out of them. Naked, she was a sexy nymphet-a young female body just on the verge of exploding into womanly sensuality.
"Eat her out!" Bertha cried out from the corner.
Asphalt was trying to do just that. She was struggling with Jennie's panties pulling them down across Jennie's firm hips. As her bush was revealed to the hungry teenager, Jennie held her breath. Asphalt dove in like as though starved, pushing her tongue hard up and down the pink slit.
"Ohhhhh!" Jennie cried as Asphalt forced her legs apart and discovered her lover's clit. She played with the erect bud professionally, pulling and stroking at the skin around it.
"Eat it ... yeah, eat it!" The Captain's voice was weak with his own passion. Bertha had pulled out his penis and was stroking him slowly, the erect member throbbing in her hand like an exploding snake.
Jennie found herself lying on the hard wooden table where she had spent so many hours coming and going in recent evenings. The strange, boyish girl was between her legs now, licking and sucking at her wet cunt. Jennie watched her with fascination, never having dreamed that such an act would be committed upon her person.
"Mutual cunnilingus, girls!" Bertha yelled. "Time for mutual cunnilingus!" She sounded like a schoolmarm ordering her students into the schoolhouse after recess.
Asphalt did not miss a licking beat as she turned herself around, using her head as a pivot point, and dropped herself directly above Jennie's mouth. Jennie watched Asphalt's small, furry box as she lowered herself down, then spread her legs.
She was small down there, small as only a little girl can be. The slit was tight and warm, and the flesh seemed like a baby's.
"Lick her out!" the Captain shouted, his voice rising to that alto level Jennie had heard so many times before.
Jennie tentatively stuck out her tongue and touched Asphalt's slit. After all, she had never made it with another girl before.
"C'mon, girl!" Bertha cajoled from the sidelines. "Do it with vigor!"
Jennie took her words and applied them. She pushed harder with her tongue, now tasting the secretion emanating from the confines of Asphalt's little cunt. The juices were bitter-sweet, clear and very warm.
Both Bertha and the Captain were now on their feet, standing next to the table and watching the two girls go at it. The tangle of young flesh firm breasts, and wide open beavers was too much for the Captain. His cock began throbbing like crazy, and finally he dumped his load on Asphalt's small, pulsating buttocks.
"Ohhh...." Asphalt purred from the depths of Jennie's cunt. She flexed her muscles in her buttocks, showing the Captain that she was appreciative of his gift.
"Good girls. Good girls!" the Captain muttered over and over again.
The couple watched the girls until Jennie began thrashing on the table, caught in the throes of a mammoth orgasm. Asphalt came a moment later, undulating her small hips around and around against Jennie's face. Within a few seconds, both girls were serenely quiet.
"That was wonderful, girls. Just wonderful!" Bertha said, stroking Asphalt's smooth skin and occasionally dipping her finger deep between her buttocks.
"I think you both have done wonderfully!" the Captain agreed, taking Jennie's hand and placing it on his flaccid penis. "Just wonderfully."
Asphalt crawled off her new lover and stood naked in the center of the room, "This is the weirdest fucking scene I've ever seen!" she said suddenly.
The Captain laughed. "But you liked it, didn't you?"
"Oh yeah, I guess it was okay. Jennie's really a fox and everything."
Jennie sat up on the table and saw the true friend-ship which was developing between the other three.
"And you, Jennie, what did you think?" the Captain asked.
Jennie shrugged. "I like men better," she said simply.
Asphalt looked at her quickly, her small face contorted with an angry expression. "No dude could have done you like I just done you!" she screamed.
Bertha stepped in front of Asphalt, just to make sure the little nymphet didn't resort to physical violence. "Please girls, I detest violence!" Bertha explained.
Jennie looked at her, then at the whips hanging from the wall and broke out laughing. "You're really funny," she mumbled.
"My child!" Bertha shouted angrily.
It suddenly occurred to Jennie that she had said the wrong thing. The Captain had moved next to her and both his hands were on her shoulders.
"You should never insult my pumpkin, Jennie' Never!" the Captain warned.
Asphalt was enjoying the whole freaky scene. She moved up next to Bertha and was rubbing her little nude body against the huge woman. "Bertha's just a mother to me, Jennie. Take it back!"
The three of them glared at Jennie. "I'm sorry," Jennie said finally.
"Not good enough, is it, Henry!" Bertha said coldly. "I'm afraid not, my dear," the Captain replied, forcing Jennie to lie down on the wooden bench.
And before she knew what had happened, she was strapped and chained to the bench, her legs spread-eagled and her arms out to the sides.
"There," the Captain said in a satisfied voice, "I think Jennie should learn to respect her elders. We'll just let her sleep here till tomorrow."
The three of them left the room together, like a family which has just completed their dealings with an unwelcome stranger.
The position in which she found herself was uncomfortable, but not to the extent that Jennie could not sleep. After all, she had found herself tied to the insane table almost every night since her. arrival at the Captain's a week ago. As the last of the candles burned itself out and the room fell into darkness, so did Jennie.
The dream was a wild one. Jennie was moaning loudly, moving her young, supple body as much as possible against the restraint the of the bracelets and the leather straps. Her wide-open cunt was soaking wet, and her nipples were aching to be touched. In the dream a man stood above her, his large cock erect and throbbing. He held his dick in his hand and waved it at her, the huge, mushroomed , head red with blood. He forced the prick into her mouth, stroked a few times then removed it. He guided it down the length of her naked body across her belly and to her muff. Slowly, he positioned himself at her crack, then began entering her. Her wet channel was being filled by his throbbing muscle.
Jennie accepted the thick muscle inside herself gratefully. It filled her, it pacified her, and it drove her from the bonds of torture into another land entirely.
The man continued to fuck her with increasingly powerful rhythms, slashing at her belly with his wand and diving deeply into her young cunt. Jennie cried out, and the sound of her own voice awakened her.
It was no dream..
Jennie could not see the man standing at the end of the table with his penis inside her. He could not see the face. Just the long hair, the great beard and skinny body.
"Fat John!" she whispered.
"I'm back!" Fat John laughed as his penis throbbed, pulsated and exploded inside her. She felt his warm juices mixing with hers as his semen shot into her belly.
"I've come for you!" Fat John whispered as he pulled himself out, picked up his clothing, and began dressing hurriedly. "We've got to get you out of this madhouse!"
Jennie could not believe it, but a moment later her hands and her feet were untied. She was free!
"C'mon, put this on!" Fat John said as he handed her a robe.
"How did you get in?" Jennie asked.
"Picked the lock. C'mon, everyone's waiting outside."
Fat John took the grateful girl's hand and led her up the stairs. Jennie stopped at the top and looked back at the room, the dark torture room which had become her life during the last week.
"It's been weird," Jennie said.
Fat John chuckled. "I-can imagine!"
* * *
They were on the highway in Fat John's bus, heading towards Los Angeles. Maria, Sunshine and Sloe were no longer with the traveling entourage. "They split for bigger dicks," was the way Fat John explained their absence.
Jennie did not care. Just being outside, driving along the highway, was enough. She was totally grateful.
"How did you know I was there?" she asked Fat John.
"Reputations, babe." Fat John replied. "Reputations?"
"Yeah. The Captain and his whale. Man, everyone in the underground knows their scene. He's been at that weird bag for five years, picking up the kids on the beach, taking them back there and using 'em to get his rocks off. Everyone knows about it."
"Jesus," Jennie muttered. "He just brought in another girl tonight, too."
"Too bad," Fat John replied, slowing down as he saw a highway patrolman sitting off the edge of the freeway. "We'll go back and get her in a week or so."
Jennie shuddered at the thought of spending another week with the weird couple. "How does he get away with it?" she asked.
"Oh shit, babe," Fat John answered, a tone of exasperation filling his voice. "Everyone's got their strange scenes going these days. Man, I knew a couple of L.A.'s most prominent lawyers-their trip was beating each other up. Only way they could get it up. It's just the way the world's going these days."
"Well, it's too weird for me," Jennie said.
Fat John nodded.
Jennie slid across the large seat and sidled up next to her hero. She untied the robe, then pulled it from her shoulder.
"I'm so grateful, Fat John," she said.
Fat John glanced at her two perfectly formed breasts illuminated by the oncoming headlights and almost lost control of the bus. "Damn, Jennie, be careful! You're going to kill us both!"
"I told you how grateful I am. I want to do something nice for you."
"You already have," Fat John said, grinning.
"But I want to do more."
Jennie pulled the robe from her body, and sat naked next to Fat John. She took his hand and placed it between her thighs. "Touch me and make me wet, Fat John," she purred.
Jennie spread her legs and Fat John began rubbing her warm, silken snatch. Her juices began flowing immediately as she ground her belly against his hand.
"Oh, that feels so nice," Jennie said.
"Yeah," Fat John said, shifting in his seat.
"Uncomfortable?" Jennie asked.
"A little," Fat John laughed, his erect cock aching against the pressure of his levis.
"Lemme help," Jennie said. She reached down and unsnapped his levis, then struggled inside until she pulled his penis out. The huge stem rose immediately to attention. Jennie held it lightly and stroked it gently.
"God, I've missed you," she whispered as she leaned down onto his lap. She placed her mouth on his tip and blew a warm stream of air onto the mushroom.
"God ... so hot and big!" she moaned, licking gently at the small hole. "I wants you inside me again, Fat John!"
"No can do," Fat John replied. "We've got to get to L.A."
"Okay, next best thing then."
Jennie caressed Fat John's cock with her tongue, moving down along the sides of his cock, then up again to the tip. She kissed the hot, sticky flesh lovingly, then parted her lips.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as she placed her mouth around his pole and sucked him deep inside her throat.
"A mouth like a vacuum cleaner," Fat John said proudly as he felt her sucking smoothly on his sex.
Jennie reached down between his legs and played with his balls, fondling the sac gently and moving them one against the other. Her finger then traced the line down between his buttocks and she probed until she found his ass-hole. As she continued sucking, she pushed her finger into his anus.
"Oh baby ... Jesus, we're going to crash!"
"Mmmmmm ... mmm. ... " Jennie moaned as she bobbed up and down the length of his penis.
Fat John gritted his teeth as he felt himself come. Jennie clamped her mouth down around the base of his penis and pulled at him as he spurted his come into her throat. And at the moment of ejaculation, she yanked her finger from his anus.
"Oh, boy!" Fat John yelled as the bus swerved on the highway. "Man, oh man!"
Jennie held his throbbing cock in her mouth until everything had been dumped. When he had finished, she licked him clean and stuffed him back inside his pants.
"There!" she said proudly.
"There is right, babe!" Fat John grinned.
She snuggled up against him, moving as much of her naked flesh against his body as she could. It was still three hours to Los Angeles, but it was a great night for a ride.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tom walked proudly between the two women. The night was warm and the San Fernando Valley people were walking the streets on Ventura Boulevard, window shopping and enjoying the summer. Lorraine and Janis held Tom's arms and felt secure as the strong man led them down the sidewalk.
"It's like finding our own child again," Tom had said the night he had met Lorraine at the center.
Lorraine had agreed. She had told Tom how miserable she had been after leaving him for the underwear salesman. "My life became a big fat nothing," she had complained. "The only time my husband gets it up is when he's sniffing around underwear."
Tom had laughed, partly out of happiness and partly out of a sense of retribution. It was good that his wife had left him and found herself so miserable. It redeemed all those lousy nights that Tom had spent in Baker wondering who she had been blowing.
Their decision to join ranks again had come almost immediately. Tom felt it strongly, especially after the blow job which Lorraine had performed at the center prior to the discovery that the man she had been fellating was actually her former husband. But Tom had not known a mouth like that since Lorraine, and this time around, he was determined not to lose it.
Janis had entered the couple's lives after her fight with Dick. No one knew what the argument was about, but there was no doubt that it was a bad one. Janis had run across the institute's lawn, crying like a baby. She had wound up on top of Tom and Lorraine, who at that moment had been locked in love's embrace.
The three of them naturally joined together after that moment, Lorraine taking to little Janis with a distinctly maternal feeling. Especially after little Janis had succeeded in bringing the older woman to numerous orgasms through the use of her tongue and lips-an event which Tom had watched happily and homily.
Now they were a family, much like the other families walking along on this warm night in suburbia.
"How about a movie?" Tom suggested as they passed a theater showing a winner named Hot Lips.
Lorraine giggled. "Oh Tom!"
Janis smiled. "Gee, I've never seen one before. Let's go!"
The cashier, a young, hardened-looking blonde who obviously catered to the customers after showtime, glanced at the seemingly straight family buying tickets. "This isn't Bambi, ya know!" she snapped as she handed the tickets to Tom.
"And you ain't Snow White, honey!" Tom snapped right back.
The cashier slammed the window shut and glared at Tom through the glass. The three laughed all the way into the lobby.
The huge old theater was almost empty. A couple of men sat spaced apart throughout the theater, slumped down in their chairs watching the girl on the screen as she took a huge, erect penis into her mouth. Tom led his two girls to the back row and sat down between them.
"Damn, he's huge!" Janis whispered in shock.
"Trick photography," Tom chuckled.
The smell of semen was everywhere, and occasionally one of the lone men in the theater would groan, jerk about in his seat, then slump down.
"Are those guys really doing it?" Lorraine asked.
"Doing what?"
"You know ... to themselves?"
"Jacking off? Sure. Why do you think they come in here?"
Lorraine's eyes were opened widely as she stared from the screen back to the shadowy figures in the theater. Tom looked at her, at her youngish face, her black hair, her green eyes and her large, sensuous mouth. He put his hand on her full breast and squeezed.
"I'm glad I found you again," he whispered.
Lorraine smiled. "So am I. Life is funny, isn't it?"
Tom nodded. But he wasn't in the mood for conversation. Instead, he was slowly unbuttoning Lorraine's blouse. The garment fell apart and the two cones of her white brassiere seemed to pop out.
"You still look good," Tom said as he reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. He whistled as he pulled the material from her large breasts. "God, are you good!"
Tom leaned across and began sucking on Lorraine's nipples, taking the erect tips between his teeth and grinding them slowly.
"Please ... Tom!" Lorraine tried to protest, sinking slowly down in her seat. Tom was all over her now, his hand up her dress and his fingers working at the elastic around her panties. He pulled the panties off and dropped them on the floor.
"Oh, Tom ... not here!"
The film was going hard, and Lorraine half-watched the young girl on the screen as a huge stud rammed his cock up her ass. The reality of what was happening to her was much more intense than any film could have been.
Janis watched the film, then watched Tom and Lorraine. She was horny, the crotch of her tight-fitting jeans soaking wet. Her large breasts were aching against the fabric of her tee shirt. She began squirming in her seat.
Then she saw him. An older man with a stubble for a beard wearing ill-fitting clothes, walking slowly down the aisle looking for a seat. He was a sad figure of a man, and Janis' heart went out to him.
Without saying a, word to Tom and Lorraine, Janis left her seat and followed the old man. He had taken a seat in the front row-apparently he was slightly near-sighted.
Janis plopped down in the seat next to him.
"Hi!" she said brightly.
The old man turned and faced her, his eyes squinting with disbelief.
"I'm Janis."
"Uh-huh," the old man replied, nodding at the beautiful young girl who had so suddenly popped out of nowhere.
"You come here often?" Janis asked.
"Yeah," the man replied sarcastically, "I always got me five bucks so I can come in here and beat myself off!"
"Oh, you're broke, huh?"
"That's right honey. So you might as well go."
Janis smiled at the man, then moved her hand to his thigh.
"I told you, honey, I ain't got a dime."
"That's okay. I just like you, that's all."
The old man felt his breath giving way as the shock of the moment began setting in. Never in his twenty years of transient life had anything like this ever happened to him. Flop houses, skid rows, aging hookers, ass rollers-he had seen it all and never had anything been given to him without a price tag. Even the meals at the Missions called for at least a pretense towards prayer on his part. And that, coming' off a bad drunk with starvation creeping around the corner, was a hell of a price to pay for a square meal.
Janis was feeling him up now, her hand cupping his prick. She felt the flesh harden slowly, "You tired or something?" she asked.
"Nope. I just can't believe what's happening."
"I believe in love. Don't you?" Janis asked, feeling the cock grow even more erect.
"Used to, honey. But that was before my wife left me and took everything I had."
"Oh, that's too bad!"
Janis pulled down the man's zipper, reached inside his old and frayed pants, and felt his warm cock. She held the stem and began rubbing it slowly. Pulling it out, she looked down at it and smiled. "Well, you still got yourself some kind of weapon," she said.
"Thanks, babe."
"You're welcome," Janis replied. Then she leaned down and kissed the tip. She ran her tongue slowly around the circumference of the head, then stabbed lightly at his hole.
"Mother-fucker, I can't believe this shit!" the man whispered, passion now evident in his voice.
"Mmmmm...." Janis groaned by way of reply. She opened her sensuous mouth and guided her rich, full lips around his penis. He was now completely hard. Janis began bobbing up and down on his shaft, sucking his hard, erect flesh deep into her throat, flicking at the warm skin with her tongue.
"Baby!" the old man bellowed suddenly.
And Janis held on as he flinched, then shook, then erupted into a violent, pulsating orgasm. She cleaned him off, then helped him adjust his clothing.
"Goddamn!" he muttered.
"Did you like that?" Janis asked.
"Fuck, honey. I've never had anything like it!"
Janis leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'm glad I could bring a moment of happiness into an otherwise sordid existence."
The old man stared at her with disbelieving eyes. "Honey," he began slowly, "you did a hell of a lot more than that!"
"I know," Janis said. She stood up smiled down at him and walked away.
Tom and Lorraine were sitting in the last row. They looked like any other couple sitting in a neighborhood theater watching the show.
"You guys have fun?" Janis asked as she took her seat next to Tom.
"I'll say!" Lorraine breathed.
"Where were you?" Tom asked.
"Oh, I just gave some old geezer a blow job."
"What!? !"
Janis smiled up at the screen where two young girls were involved in a very expressive act of mutual cunnilingus. "I said I gave some old guy a blow job."
"Why did you do that?" Tom asked incredulously.
"I guess I just felt like it."
Tom shook his head. "Man, what's this world coming to, anyway?"
No one answered him because everyone suddenly realized who they were watching on the screen. Even Janis recognized her from the photograph.
"Isn't that Jennie?" Janis asked simply.
"Yes," Tom replied, still thinking about the old man and the blow job. "It surely is."
Lorraine screamed. "My God!! ! That's my little girl!! !"
Jennie was in the middle of receiving a great number of very large pricks into her various orifices. Two in her mouth, one in her vagina, another in her anus. There was even a guy running around in circles trying to plant his harvest in her ear.
Tom was on his feet, shaking a fist towards the screen. "I'll kill the mother-fuckers! I'll kill them for doing that to my Jennie!! !"
A couple of the older dudes in front of Tom turned around and told him to keep it down. But Tom was livid, Lorraine was hysterical, and Janis was fascinated by the amount of cock this beautiful young teenager was receiving.
"Who made this movie?" Tom shouted at the top of his lungs. "Who fucking made this movie?"
The manager stood at the end of the aisle. A burly guy with a completely shaven head, he looked like something out of a Rumanian circus. "Hey, buddy!" he shouted at Tom.
Tom looked at the guy and snarled. "That's my daughter on the screen. I wanna know who made this movie!"
"Listen buddy, just keep it down. I'll get you a publicity sheet, okay?"
Tom followed the Rumanian into the lobby where the huge guy presented him with a one-sheet advertising Hot Lips. The production company was listed as Sunshine Films, Inc. of Hollywood.
"Where are they? Where are these bastards?"
"Fuck if I know, mister."
"Listen, I got to find them!"
The bald manager was getting a little perturbed at this disturbance. "I ain't got time for this shit, Mac. I'm tellin' ya, I don't know who the fuck these people are and where they come from. Now I suggest that you and your screaming friends get the hell out of here!"
Tom stomped back into the theater, where his daughter, now bigger than life, accepted a couple of gallons of semen on her beautiful young body. "Oh my God!" Lorraine was screaming as she watched the scene between clasped fingers. "Oh my God!"
Tom took Lorraine and moved her to her feet. He literally carried her from the theater. Janis followed close behind.
The bald manager watched them exit, shaking his head and shrugging ills shoulders. The cashier glared at the family as they moved out onto the sidewalk.
The crowds were still milling along the sidewalk, most of the couples turning and staring at the hysterical woman.
"C'mon Lorraine, stop crying!" Tom cursed, now angry with her for the scene she was causing. "We'll find our little girl, don't worry!"
Janis stood with them, still thinking about the massive cocks that Jennie had been playing with. She wondered if maybe when they found her if the girl couldn't get her into the films. The idea excited her.
The three people walked down the street towards the ice cream parlor which was decorated in a turn-of-the-century motif. Lorraine was now calm enough to go inside.
Tom ordered chocolate sundaes all around. The waitress, a young college girl with freckles, took their order and smiled down at the typical family enjoying an ice cream on a warm night.
"First thing tomorrow morning," Tom began after they had all devoured the gooey sundaes, "we'll start looking for that production company."
"Oh, Tom. Those freaks!" Lorraine said, her voice cracking as the hysteria began setting in again.
"Don't cry, Lorraine. We'll find 'em. And when we do, we'll find our little Jennie."
"That was some movie!" Janis blurted suddenly.
Tom glared at her. "Please, Janis!"
"No I mean it. All those penises...." She had spoken the word loud enough so that the girl with the freckles had heard it. She dropped a banana split onto the floor and turned beet red as she knelt dawn to clean up the mess.
Lorraine started to cry again. Tom reached out and smoothed down her mussed hair.
"Don't touch me, you animal!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Another banana split fell to the floor. Tom led his two ladies from the ice cream parlor as quickly as he could.
CHAPTER NINE
Fat John pulled the bus into Harold's driveway just at the crack of dawn. The huge mansion was dark, with only the small porch light providing any illumination.
"Well, here we are," Fat John breathed.
"Why here?" Jennie asked. "Why Harold's?"
"It's the only place, Jennie," Fat John said as he slid out from behind the wheel. "Nowhere else to take you., , "But I thought you and me were going to travel together-you know, see the country?"
Fat John held the door open for Jennie and refused to look directly at her. "Listen honey, I've got some things to take care of first. I'll be back when my work's finished."
Jennie shook her head as she climbed out of the bus. "I just don't understand."
Fat John watched the beautiful little body adjust it-self next to the bus. The large, rounded breasts, the smooth, long legs. He grinned. "Baby, with a body like you got, you don't have to understand nothing!"
Jennie nodded and followed him into the house. He had a key to the front door and let them both inside. Jennie followed him through the large living room and into the hallway. "This is just a little favor I'm doing for Harold," Fat John whispered.
"I didn't know you knew him," Jennie said.
"I know everybody in this town, Jennie. Everybody." He led her to the last door at the end of the hallway and turned to her before opening it.
"Take off that robe, Jennie," Fat John said more as an order than anything else.
"Oh no!" Jennie complained. "Not again!"
Fat John chuckled in the darkness. "With you, babe, every time is 'again'! Now get that robe down!"
Jennie untied the terry cloth garment and slid it from her shoulders, allowing it to drop at her feet. She stopped naked, over the material and closer to Fat John.
"Please, Fat John," she begged as she pushed her breasts out and rubbed the tips of her nipples against his chest, "please take me with you. I'll make it worth-while."
Fat John touched her finely sculptured nipple, feeling the tip rise between his pressing fingers, and grinned. "I don't doubt that, Jennie. But now is not the time."
"But why do I have to go back to Harold?"
"Because, baby, I owe Harold for a few things. He wants you back, and I told him I'd get you back. It's as simple as that!"
Jennie suddenly experienced an overwhelming sense of her own nudity, as if for the first time she was ashamed to be standing naked. She backed away from Fat John and leaned down to pick up the robe. But Fat John was too quick, he kicked the garment out of reach.
"Now none of that. You just stay nice and naked and go in there and make Harold glad he's a man. You dig my meaning?"
Jennie nodded. She felt powerless. "I guess I don't have any choice?"
Fat John shook his head slowly back and forth. "Not now, you don't. Maybe someday."
Fat John leaned over to her, kissed her lightly on the cheek then stepped back as he opened the door to the candlelit room. "In you go," he said cheerfully.
Jennie stepped across the threshold, and immediately the door was closed behind her. She was alone, or at least felt alone as she listened to Fat John's retreating footsteps.
"For once Fat John comes through!" The deep voice came from the direction of the bed. In the soft light of the candles, Jennie squinted, but could see only the vague outline of a mark, sitting up in bed.
"Don't be afraid. You remember me, don't you? I'm the man who made you a star!" Harold's voice was husky and filled with a growing passion.
"You're Harold, huh?" Jennie asked timidly.
"Of course I am! And you're little Jennie! The most beautiful creature ever to grace my house. Come over here!"
Jennie walked across the room towards the bed. She stopped at the foot and now saw clearly the nude prone figure of Harold. Harold held his penis in his hand, rubbing that organ slowly and evenly. He had a huge hard-on.
"You can't imagine what I've been going through since Fat John told me he'd bring you back here. It's been hell."
Jennie smiled. She realized that no matter what went down with Harold, it would be nothing compared to the nightmare she had endured with the Captain and his wife. Besides, the expensively decorated bedroom was very appealing.
"Come over here, Jennie," Harold advised, pulling back the sheets on the other end of the bed.
Jennie climbed into the silken coolness and immediately felt Harold's hand all over her body.
"My God," Harold mumbled, "those breasts! And those thighs and your cunt I've dreamed about you since you ran away! Not one night passing without thinking about you!"
Jennie lay on her back and allowed him to play with her body. His mouth was on hers, his tongue driving deep. Then licking the nape of her neck, down across the collarbone and to the first rise of her breast. He traced the curving lines of her chest in small circles until he rode the sensitive area around her nipple. Slowly, agonizingly, he moved in closer to the center until his tongue was darting in and out like a crazed snake at her erect bud.
"Oooo ... Harold!" Jennie moaned as the older man clenched her nipple between his teeth gnawed at the aching bud. "Harder ... please do it harder!"
Jennie reached down and stroked his firm belly, moving her trembling fingers downwards until she found herself engulfed in the thick patch of his pubic hair. She toyed with the wiry hairs, then slid her hand to the base of his stem. He was hard as a rock, and his penis throbbed mightily as she moved her finger very slowly up the length.
"Make me feel it!" Harold moaned as Jennie grasped his cock and began stroking him.
His mouth was moving downwards on her body, across her heaving belly, and over the rounded mound of flesh before her blonde triangle. Jennie gasped loudly as Harold spread her legs and put one hand beneath her buttocks. He lifted her powerfully off the bed, serving up her juicy cunt as his main entree.
"I'm going to eat you like you've never been eaten!" His voice was trembling and his words came out in a slur. Jennie held his penis tightly as she felt his hungry mouth dive into the wetness of her cunt.
"Oh God! Please...." she begged as she felt his snake-like tongue dart between her swollen labia and enter her channel. He seemed to go further inside her than any man ever had before. His tongue was like a soft, controlled extension of his cock-the perfect erotic tool.
"Eat me ... lick me ... suck me!" Jennie was undulating into Harold's face now, spreading herself wide and thrusting her hips in small passionate circles. She wanted him to become one with her sex for his mouth to penetrate her all the way.
Harold moaned ,and groaned as he stabbed and licked at the girl's sweet and tight cunt. He worked his tongue hard between the firm labia, feeling the tight little channel and the ridges along the tube. Jennie had the sweetest, most perfectly formed cunt he had ever seen. Eating her was like dining on the perfect dish.
"Harold ... Harold...!" Jennie was half out of her mind with joy. Harold's tongue had not ceased and the rhythms remained constant and perfect. Jennie pulled at the man's erection, bending herself towards his groin her mouth open and ready, her lips wet and thick with passion. "Blow you ... suck you...." she cried out loud until Harold finally turned himself around and offered his prize meat to her hungry mouth.
And Jennie ate with relish. She rubbed his mushroomed tip against her cheek, then moved the throbbing rod in small circles around her swollen mouth. Her tongue flicked out and penetrated the small hole, then eased back and encircled the massive head.
She could hear Harold groan as she licked the sides of his throbbing meat, lavishing all of her warm tongue on his heated cock. She moved her mouth down to the base, licked at his balls, then sucked one ball then the other inside. She held his scrotum firmly between her soft lips, finally releasing it to take his throbbing man-hood.
As Harold's penis disappeared down Jennie's throat, the young girl felt herself flying to the roof of the world. The electric current of her orgasms came suddenly. They shot through her body with machine gun-like rapidity, turning her flesh into one massive organ of exploding nerve endings.
"Mmmmm ... mmmmm!" Her voice was muffled as she cried out in ecstasy. Harold's penis was deep inside her throat, and when he came, the spurt of his juices almost choked her. But Jennie held on and accepted it all, swallowing hard and firmly to take all of the hot semen.
"I've never had it like that," Jennie said as she lay in the crook of Harold's arm afterwards. "It was beautiful!"
"What do you mean, you've never had it like that?"
"I mean, that good." Jennie reached beneath the sheets and stroked Harold's flaccid penis. "It was better than this," she said softly.
"Yeah, most women say that."
"It's true. Really true." Jennie said.
"Uh-huh." Harold was half asleep as Jennie lay talking about the ins and outs of her sexual experiences. She fell asleep herself in the middle of a vivid description of what it was like to perform fellatio.
Harold had arranged for the cameraman to be at the house by nine o'clock the next morning. He didn't want to waste any time in getting some good footage of Jennie. He knew that she was liable to take off at any moment, and if he was to secure the kind of financing he felt possible for his next feature, he would have to use Jennie.
The bathroom had been chosen as the best spot for the test. Harold had taken the lavish room, with its sunken tub and black marbled walls, and virtually turned it into a movie set. He had lights surrounding the tub, and only he and the cameraman would be in on the shooting.
Jennie awoke listening to the cameraman, a long-haired young man with a wry grin, and Harold discussing the various angles of the shot. She sat up in bed, the sheets falling across her lovely breasts, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"What's happening?" she asked.
Harold bounded from the bathroom, smiling broadly. "We're going to do a test shooting, Jennie."
"Now?" Jennie exclaimed.
"Yeah now. No make-up, no preparation. Just natural and simple. It's going to blow a few minds!"
Jennie was confused, but she knew better than to ask questions. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
"Just go through the morning routine, Jennie. Elliot here," Harold continued, pointing to the young camera-man who nodded pleasantly, "will film everything."
"Oh."
Harold walked over to the young beauty in the bed and leaned down. He whispered into her ear. "I want you to get up, go into the bathroom, brush your teeth, take a shower, then masturbate. But do it like you normally would do it."
Jennie nodded. "Okay, that sounds all right," she said.
Harold moved back to the corner of the room where Elliot was on his knees using a hand-held sixteen millimeter. "Okay Jennie, anytime."
Jennie pulled the sheets up around her throat, covering her lush young breasts. She yawned once, then dropped the sheets again to her waist. She brushed her hair back from her face, rubbed her eyes, and pulled back the sheets.
Harold watched her closely, knowing that the natural glimpse of 'her young naked body would be enough. He smiled as she climbed out of the bed and walked towards the camera. Her young breasts, her flawless body, her perfectly formed bush were something to behold. His mind was racing with figures-a million bucks for a film starring this lovely young girl. A million, five!
Jennie walked into the bathroom, with Elliot following her with the camera. The overhead light inside illuminated her body with a golden sheen. Jennie leaned over the sink, and Elliot got a beautiful shot of her firm buttocks and the perfect crack between them.
"Okay, into the shower," Harold directed after Jennie had finished brushing her teeth.
She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. She climbed into the huge tub and stood beneath the cascading water. Her golden hair was hanging in ringlets across her shoulders, her breasts gleaming as the water tumbled delicately across her nipples. Wet, Jennie was the most beautiful girl Harold had ever photographed.
"Use the soap, Jennie, use the soap!"
Jennie picked up the slippery bar and began soaping herself. Her hands moved gently across her breasts, lifting each one separately and soaping the underside. Then she lathered her belly and her buttocks. When she soaped her legs, she turned towards the camera and lifted each leg and soaped up and around her thighs. The shot up there between those firm, golden thighs would knock out any moneyman in the business. Harold grinned.
But it was when Jennie began using the bar of soap against her pink, shining slit that Harold knew he had it made. The girl was young and clean, looking for the world like any typical golden girl from the beaches of Southern California. And as she rubbed the soap against herself, pushing the bar between her swollen firm labia, she became the erotic fantasy of every man with any amount of red blood flowing in his veins.
Harold had seen it all. He had seen the women with the animals, the older women seducing the young boys, the beautiful women making it with each other. It had jaded him, created in dim a sense of total acceptance and the inability to be shocked or stimulated by watching erotica. This young blonde girl who now stood in his shower was changing all that.
As Jennie rubbed the soap more vigorously against her clitoris, Harold found himself unable to remain cool. His hard-on throbbed madly against the crotch of his pants. His heart skipped beats and small beads of perspiration were breaking out across his forehead.
"My God," Harold muttered as Jennie gripped the soap tightly between her naked thighs and undulated provocatively.
"No shit!" Elliot moaned, holding the camera as steady as was possible under those conditions. "Incredible!" Harold groaned.
Jennie was jacking herself off against the bar of soap. Her legs were spread, and she held the bar against her cunt. Her hips moved in and out with an agonizingly slow rhythm. Her face was flushed, and her swollen lips seemed to pulsate. Her eyelids fluttered and her nostrils flared.
She came with an excruciating groan of pleasure, increasing the tempo of her hip movements until she was virtually attacking the bar of soap.
Harold rubbed himself vigorously, and felt his cock give way and fill his pants with his own sticky come.
And even Elliot, who had filmed thousands of feet of sex, was sweating and panting.
Finally, Jennie reached her climax, dropped the bar of soap into the tub and sat down slowly onto the edge. "Wow!" she exclaimed.
"Wow is right, baby!" Harold shouted. "That was fantastic! Incredible! The best self-fuck in the history of film!! !"
Jennie smiled. "It felt pretty good all right. I mean, maybe being in the Captain's house all that time changed me or something. I dunno...."
"It don't matter, sweetie," Harold laughed. "Whatever it is, you've got it! And we've got a million bucks! Easy!"
Jennie looked at the two men and smiled. Maybe it was better that Fat John had left after all. "A million dollars?" she asked.
"That's right!" Harold replied. "A million dollars."
Jennie grinned again. She touched her puckered vagina and rubbed herself gently. It wasn't such a bad life after all.
* * *
Harold called him "Mr. Big." He lived in a secluded mansion in the wealthy district of San Marino-one of those homes built in the early decades of this century. According to Harold, Mr. Big had money growing out of his ears, family money that had been brought to this country from Europe.
But with all of his success, Mr. Big had a problem. He just didn't look the type to be wealthy. Short, thin and bald, Mr. Big had had problems scoring even during his wild jet-setting trips around the world. The young foxes .on the circuit just weren't willing to open up for the homely little man. And Mr. Big was going stir crazy trying to get a little ass-something which even the poorest day laborer secured. So, Mr. Big began financing hard-core films, a business which netted him a handsome profit along with allowing him to meet some eligible young girls. It had worked out nicely, for Mr. Big was happy and satisfied, and a lot of filmmakers were making a hell of a lot of money.
"This is it, honey," Harold said proudly as he pulled his pink El Dorado into the huge circular driveway.
"Gee, it looks like a castle!" Jennie exclaimed as she peered out at the huge mansion.
"It is a castle," Harold replied. "This is the home of one of the richest men in the world."
Jennie tugged at her short, clinging dress and adjusted her panties beneath as she climbed out of the Cadillac. Harold had stopped at a very fashionable boutique in Beverly Hills prior to driving the twenty miles into San Marino. He wanted his little darling as presentable and cute as possible. He knew Mr. Big would flip over her.
The butler greeted them at the huge, iron doors and stepped aside. "He's expecting you, in the library."
Harold and Jennie followed the butler through the foyer and down a long hallway. They came to twin oak doors, and the butler opened them.
"Welcome, Harold!"
The voice was small and had a nervous tinge to it. It was the kind of voice one might have expected from a browbeaten accountant.
"Mr. Big!" Harold replied. "It's good to see you!"
Harold pulled Jennie across the thick carpeting and towards the huge chair in the corner. A small, bald man arose from the chair and smiled at them both. Jennie thought maybe the man was the tiniest she had ever seen.
"Mr. Big," Harold began after shaking hands with the little man, "I'd like you to meet Jennie. My star!"
Mr. Big extended his hand and took Jennie's. His small, watery blue eyes traveled the length of her body. He seemed to like what he saw. "Miss Jennie, it's a pleasure."
"It's nice to meet you, too Mr. Big," Jennie offered.
Harold gave the can of film with the shower scene to Mr. Big. "You got to take a look at this scene, Mr. Big. It's the greatest I've ever done!"
Mr. Big took the film, then yelled for his butler. "Tiny, please put this on the projector. We'll view it in ten minutes."
The huge butler took the can, nodded, then walked out of the room.
"I hope it's as good as you say it is, Harold," Mr. Big began as he poured each a glass of Chablis.
"Just look at her. Look at that face, those lines. How can you doubt me?"
Mr. Big handed the glass of wine to Jennie. He stood a full five inches shorter, and looked up into her face. "She is a beautiful child, Harold. But can she act?"
"A natural, Mr. Big. A natural for that project I've been discussing with you."
Mr. Big nodded. "Yes, well, we shall see. It does depend, you know."
Jennie stood very still as the small man placed his hand directly on her breast. She felt her nipple rise to his touch, felt the bud push through the thin fabric of her dress. "Oh, Mr. Big!" Jennie gulped.
"You are definitely a very nice little girl," Mr. Big commented as he tweaked her nipple and evoked a small cry of passion from the beautiful teenager. "Definitely a very nice little girl!"
Mr. Big sat next to Jennie as the film which had been shot the day before was projected onto the large screen of the plush little theater. The little man was breathing hard as he watched Jennie leave her bed and pad naked across the room and into the bathroom. As the beautiful young girl began soaping herself, Mr. Big lost all control. He slid his hand across Jennie's knee and began moving it up her thigh.
"Oh, Mr. Big!" Jennie giggled as the man reached the edge of her panties and pushed his forefinger up inside the elastic.
"You are very beautiful!" Mr. Big panted. He was feeling Jennie's soft flesh-that area beneath her pubis and to the side of her track.
Jennie shifted anxiously in her seat, and glanced over to where Harold sat. The big man was smoking a cigar and watching the movie.
"Touch me, Jennie," Mr. Big whispered as he struggled to pull the girl's panties down.
Jennie reached over and rested her hand in his lap. She could feel his muscle squirming inside his trousers. "Oh ... Mr. Big!" Jennie whispered as she unzipped him and reached inside. "You are big!" she cried out iii a small voice which betrayed her shock.
"Most little men are," Mr. Big responded proudly. He was breathless as he leaned down and pulled Jennie's panties off her feet. He held the silken garment up. "My God ... so delicate!" He stuffed the pink panties into his coat pocket and moved his hand back up beneath her dress.
This time, Jennie squirmed forward on her seat and spread her thighs. His hand moved up between them, and he tickled her little erect clit with his forefinger.
"Oh!" Jennie moaned as he slid his finger between her labia and entered her. Her tight, succulent canal was wet and hot. Jennie clasped her thighs around his hand, holding him tightly inside.
"A fantastic cunt!" Mr. Big exclaimed as he moved his finger in and out of her vagina, while at the same time watching Jennie masturbate with the bar of soap on the screen. "This is wonderful ... being able to watch what I'm into!"
Jennie giggled as she pulled Mr. Big out of his pants and stroked him. He was huge, his cock seemingly half the size of his entire body. Jennie held the rigid piece of meat and stared at it in amazement. "God!" she whispered as she slid her hand up the length and toyed with the gigantic tip. "It's huge!"
Mr. Big chuckled. "I lucked out in one place, at least," he said.
"I'd say so," Jennie replied. "I don't think it would even fit into my mouth!"
Mr. Big turned his attention away from the screen and looked at the young blonde next to him. Jennie was staring wide-eyed at his prick, stroking her swollen and pulsating lips with her tongue. She looked like a little teenybopper who was hungrily eyeing a banana split.
"Why don't you try it?" Mr. Big suggested.
"Huh?"
"Inside your mouth...."
"Oh, yeah." Jennie nodded, then smiled. She leaned down onto his lap and kissed the huge mushroomed tip. She flicked her tongue around in small circles, then pried at the hole.
Mr. Big watched the beautiful girl at his lap and smiled. His hand was still firmly planted between Jennie's legs, and he could feel her tight, smooth vagina pulsate.
"Mmmmmm," Jennie moaned as she kissed the sides of his shank, then licked him up and down his length. There was so much of him that Jennie was truthfully afraid she would not be able to take him inside her mouth.
But Mr. Big did not care. He was moving his hips up and down on the seat, pushing his prick out then withdrawing it. Jennie held him firmly, riding with his motions.
"C'mon, Jennie, put it inside your mouth!"
Jennie moved herself to the top, then parted her lips. She felt the huge bulk slide into her mouth and felt her jaws straining at the need to open wider. "Ummmm," she moaned as she held almost all of him inside her throat.
"Good girl, good girl!" Mr. Big repeated over and over as he began pumping himself into her throat. "Nice! nice!"
The film ended, and Harold began applauding. For a brief moment, he felt the chill of rejection invade his body. The silence from the rear of the small theater was bad. But when he turned around, Harold knew that it was all right.
Mr. Big sat with a wide grin plastered on his face. Jennie's beautiful head was moving evenly up and down his penis.
Mr. Big cried out, then groaned in pleasurable agony. Jennie held firm as she took the man's semen and swallowed it. When Mr. Big's groans finally died down, Harold began applauding.
"Fantastic!" Mr. Big grinned as Jennie sat up next to him, wiping her mouth. "The child is incredible!"
"Didn't I tell you?" Harold's voice was excited and high-pitched.
Mr. Big nodded. He rose to his feet, forgetting that his penis was still hanging out of his trousers.
"Harold, we're going to make an epic! A million-dollar epic!"
Harold applauded again, wondering at the same time whether or not he should tell Mr. Big about his hanging appendage.
Jennie, meanwhile, was looking for her panties, feeling very naked without them. She decided finally that she wouldn't need them after all. She rose and stood next to Mr. Big, her short little dress climbing high on her thighs and revealing the beginning shadows of her much valued pubis.
Mr. Big put his arm around her and held her tightly against him. Jennie giggled, then reached down and grasped his flaccid penis. The two standing there like that was a strange picture of erotica, and Harold began laughing.
"You two make a beautiful couple!" he chortled.
Mr. Big nodded, moving his hand behind Jennie and raising her dress above her splendid buttocks. "She is the most beautiful girl in the world!" he said.
Jennie felt his cock growing in her hand, and began sliding her hand back and forth along the length. Soon the huge prick was standing right out from Mr. Big's belly. "And he is the most beautiful man in the world!" Jennie said, looking directly at the erect penis which she held in her hand.
Harold had never seen Mr. Big so incredibly taken with one of his finds. He watched the strange couple as they stood by themselves in the rear of the small theater and fondled each other lovingly. Harold began to wonder.
"Mr. Big, what about the movie?" he asked.
"I told you, Harold, an epic!" Mr. Big was dropping to his knees as he lifted Jennie onto the seat in front of him. The girl willingly spread her knees, and Mr. Big lifted her skirt up to her waist.
"We can do a remake of Cleopatra, Mr. Big!" Harold shouted, trying to make his words heard above the moaning.
"Mmmmmm ... mmm...." Mr. Big replied, his face now buried deep between the sixteen-year-old thighs, his tongue lashing out powerfully into the sweet and moist canal.
"A million bucks, Mr. Big ... and we'll shoot everything on location! It'll be the greatest fuck film of all time! The laws of sex!"
Still Mr. Big stayed on his knees. And now Jennie was writhing on the edge of her seat, her head tossed back and her long blonde hair waving from side to side. She pushed her belly out, and opened herself as wide as possible for the great tongue work of Mr. Big.
"I shall do the screenplay, Mr. Big," Harold continued, now talking more to himself than to anyone else. "I shall write the screenplay and direct the film. I haven't touched film-I mean, a real film-in years. It'll be my comeback!"
Mr. Big now had his tongue wrapped around Jennie's young clitoris. He was driving her out of her mind, flicking at the bud and drawing it out of its fleshy womb. Jennie was moaning loudly and gasping for breath.
"And we'll get Johnny Stud for the part of Antony! Johnny Stud, Mr. Big! All twelve inches! It'll bring the women into the theater!"
Suddenly Mr. Big was popping out from between Jennie's thighs. The girl moaned in disappointment.
"What did you say?" Mr. Big asked angrily, his mouth dripping with the juices of his love.
"I said I'll direct and write the screenplay, Mr. Big," Harold replied, his voice becoming meekly soft.
"No, you fool, after that! About stud?"
"Oh! Johnny Stud! He's twelve inches! We'll get him to play opposite Jennie!"
The little man seemed to grow another two feet. He slammed his fist down against the back of the chair. "like hell you'll get any stud making it with my little Jennie!"
"But, Mr. Big! The film! We need studs in the movie if we're going to make it work!"
"Bullshit!" Mr. Big replied.
"Mr. Big," Harold persisted, trying valiantly to save what appeared to be the end of his dream, "there's got to be action in these things!"
"Not with my Jennie!" Mr. Big's face was red with fury, and beads of perspiration formed on his bald pate.
Harold finally threw up his hands. "Okay, Mr. Big, we'll do a film with just Jennie. Maybe Jennie and another girl, huh?"
Mr. Big turned to his teenage jewel and stroked the girl's blonde hair. Suddenly Mr. Big looked like a teenager himself, making eyes at the pretty girl at the prom. "No, Harold," Mr. Big began in a serious voice, "Jennie here is finished with that life. I'm going to marry Jennie, Harold, and make her the wealthiest woman in the world. Or, at least the wealthiest teenager. No more films."
"But Mr. Big," Harold began plaintively, stopping suddenly in mid-sentence. "Oh shit!" he added.
"There will be no profanity in the presence of my bride-to-be, Harold. This," Mr. Big continued as he slid his hand up between Jennie's thighs, "is a princess!"
CHAPTER TEN
It was one. of those seamy little office buildings on Hollywood Boulevard. The elevator worked only halfway, leaving Tom, Lorraine and Janis stranded on the second floor. They took the next two floors via the dark and rickety stairway. Finally they arrived on the fourth floor, and walked down the old and beaten carpeting. The sign on the door at the end of the hallway read: "Sunshine Films, Inc."
"Well, this is it," Tom said coldly.
"The bastards who stole my little baby and turned her into a cocksucking whore!" Lorraine was still livid. She had not slept all night, and the circles around her eyes were dark.
"Are you going to beat them up?" Janis asked, pulling back her shoulders so that her ample breasts protruded even more than usual. She had purposefully worn her most revealing tee shirt this morning, knowing they would be meeting some movie people. Jennie's adventures on the screen in Hot Lips had looked like fun.
Tom pounded on the door, and a weak voice from behind it told them to wait a minute. Finally the door opened.
"Yes?" the small man with the white hair carefully styled into a natural asked. He wore bracelets on both skinny arms, and an earring.
"I'm looking for one of your actors," Tom said.
"Isn't just everybody!" the slight man said, waving his limp wrist for effect.
"No," Tom began again, "I'm looking for someone special. She's uh, an old friend of ours."
Limpwrist stood back a step and looked from Lorraine to Janis, then back to Tom. Tom felt the man's watery eyes on his groin and clenched his fist. "Now listen, sweetie," he began, "the bitches in our films come and go. Most of them are in town just for the shooting then they go back to their buckaroos."
"I ain't interested in that shit," Tom replied, moving so that one foot was now inside the doorjamb. "I'm here to find the blonde girl in Hot Lips. I believe her name is Jennie. Now, you goin' to help me or not?"
Limpwrist looked at Tom, then down at his clenched fist and smiled. "You beat me up and I'll just love every minute of it!"
"Oh shit!" Tom grumbled.
"Maybe we had better go," Lorraine suggested.
"Listen darlings," Limpwrist began, "if you're really interested, there's a dude who hangs out in Paradise Cove. Calls himself Fat John. He's what you might call our honcho pimp. Lovely man, but he swings only one direction." Limpwrist seemed saddened by the fact.
"How'll I know him?" Tom asked.
"He drives a big blue bus. He's tall and skinny, with a large very unkempt beard. Ask anyone around there."
Tom looked into the watery eyes. "Okay, we'll try it."
The man smiled. "And listen, big boy, if ever you want some real action, just fall by sans the ladies here!"
Tom spun on his heels, grabbed both Janis and Lorraine and headed for the stairwell. "Jesus Christ," he mumbled, "fags all over the goddamn place!"
"This is Hollywood," Janis chuckled as they entered the stairwell and headed down onto the street.
* * *
Tom paid the three-dollar parking fee and walked out onto the beach. It was a hot, clear day and there were hundreds of nude brown bodies scattered across the sand.
"Maybe we'd better take off our clothes?" Lorraine suggested.
"Yeah," Janis added, eyeing a couple of studs throwing a Frisbee.
"Okay," Tom shrugged as he peeled off his clothing. The two girls followed suit. They joined the rest of the naked sun worshippers as they walked slowly down the beach looking for Fat John.
Tom had seen the blue bus in the parking lot, so he knew that the legendary character was somewhere around. But on a beach loaded with naked bodies, it was sometimes difficult to look too closely.
"They think we're freaks or something," Janis said when one couple glared back at them as they passed by. The large brunette had been lying on her back with her legs spread wide and her hand on her boyfriend's cock. She had nudged him when she spotted the trio, and the guy had sat up and thrown them the meanest stare he could muster.
They continued walking, passing the first jutting rock and moving into another secluded cove. Here, the couples were a little more open about their activities. One girl was actually on her knees, sucking her boyfriend's penis. The guy was standing proudly with his hands on his hips.
"They don't give a fuck, do they?" Tom remarked.
"I think it's neat!" Janis said, rubbing her pubis absently. Her nipples were erect, and she was becoming extremely excited by all the nude bodies around her. And she had noticed more than one naked stud giving her the eye as she walked past. Janis wished that she wasn't with Tom and Lorraine.
At the far end of the cove, Tom saw a string bean of a man with a great beard sitting alone in a yoga position. He stopped and grabbed Lorraine's arm. "That looks like our boy!"
Lorraine nodded. She hadn't noticed him at first because she had been busy smiling at a young man with a gigantic penis. The guy had been grinning lewdly at Janis, but Lorraine had thought he was smiling at her.
"Let me handle this," Tom said.
"No," Janis interrupted, stopping Tom in his tracks. "I think maybe I'd have a better chance."
Lorraine nodded. "She's right, Tom. If you go stomping up there, the guy's going to feel threatened."
"Okay," Tom agreed. "I'll give you ten minutes, then I'm coming over."
Janis grinned, wet her lips and rubbed her pubis lightly. "That should be enough time."
Fat John stared out to sea. A peaceful and serene expression flooded his face. But down below he felt activity which was anything but mystical. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the young, stacked blonde walking towards him. Her large breasts, jiggling beneath the golden sun, her rich and strong thighs moving in and out around the small patch of hair. Fat John had to drop his hands into his lap in order to cover the growing tide of his meditation.
"Are you a guru?" Janis asked as she dropped to her knees directly in front of the thin, bearded man.
Fat John opened his eyes and peered into the darkness between her spread thighs. Her vaginal lips were protruding beautifully, revealing the pink crack of her soul. He nodded very slightly.
"Is this all you do? I mean, sit on the beach and stare at nothing?"
Fat John smiled his best enigmatic smile. "I am seeking the inner strength-the cosmic interior of my soul." He spoke slowly and with a high-pitched twang to his voice.
"But aren't things better out here?" Janis asked, leaning forward just slightly so that her large breasts jiggled.
"It depends. Beauty comes from the soul, from deep within one. I can see that you possess that beauty."
Janis grinned. "Well, thank you. I'm Janis. What's your name?"
"They call me Fat John."
"That's a funny name."
"It's a funny world."
Janis leaned forward a little then gasped. "Oh, do you always get a hard-on when you're meditating?"
Fat John removed his hands from his groin, revealing his large, throbbing erection. "I have no control over the physical world. The beauty which comes into my life exercises its own power."
"You mean," Janis grinned, "I did that to you?"
Fat John nodded. "Yes," he replied solemnly.
Janis giggled. "Well, then, it's up to me to help you, isn't it?"
Fat John sighed deeply. His cock throbbed, and his breathing was strained. "That depends," he began slowly, "on whether or not you feel the inner beauty."
Janis glanced quickly down the beach and saw Tom and Lorraine watching her. She knew she didn't have much time. "Yes, I feel it," she said.
Fat John grinned. Janis reached out and rested the palm of her hand on his mushroomed tip. She then folded her hand around his cock and stroked it slowly. "You're so hard," she whispered.
"It is the animal in me," Fat John replied.
"I'll relieve you of it, then," Janis said. She knelt over him and kissed the tip. Then quickly, she parted her lips and took his penis into her mouth.
"My child," Fat John moaned as Janis began bobbing up and down the length of his prick.
The shadow crossed over him like an ominous message from the stars. "What the hell's going down here?"
Fat John jerked backwards, pulling his hot cock from Janis' mouth. "Jesus Christ, man, you scared the shit out of me!"
"Janis!" Tom shouted. "Did you find out?"
Janis shook her head, dropping her hand, absently onto Fat John's throbbing cock. "I didn't have time," she replied.
Tom dropped to his knees next to Fat John. He was about twice the size of the thin man, and Fat John lay cowering next to him. "Now listen tome, you pervert," Tom began in an ice-cold voice, "I'm looking for my daughter. I know you've been with her, so you just tell me where the fuck she is!"
Fat John looked from Janis to Lorraine and then back to Tom. "Oh man, this is really uncool!" he said.
"Shit!" Tom bellowed. "It's going to be a lot hotter if you don't tell me where she is!"
Fat John began laughing. "You mind telling me who the fuck she is?"
Tom raised his fist for a second, ready to strike him. But he was stopped by Lorraine. "He's right, Tom, we haven't told him anything!"
Tom dropped his fist. "Her name's Jennie," he said, his voice now dropping softly. "Here's her picture." He pulled the worn photograph from his pants and handed it to Fat John.
"Oh wow!" Fat John moaned as he stared at the picture.
"You know her?" Janis asked quickly.
Fat John nodded. "Yeah, I know her. I mean, I think I know her. I mean, I might have seen her around."
Tom was growing red in the face. "You bastard, you tell me where she is!"
"Man, relax," Fat John advised. "I mean, sometimes these girls move around a lot, you know what I mean. I mean, it would take some kinda research-an investigation, you know?-to get the scene down to the point where we could function oh a basic level."
"What the fuck is he talking about?" Tom demanded.
"He wants some money," Janis replied simply, smiling at Fat John as she stroked his still erect penis.
"Money?" Tom bellowed. "How much money?"
"Five hundred dollars," Fat John replied.
"Five hundred!? !"
Fat John nodded.
Tom looked at Lorraine, and she nodded. "We'd better give it to him, Tom. Jennie's our only daughter."
"Okay, fucker," Tom said. "You got yourself a deal. Let's go."
Back at the parking lot, Fat John slipped on his levis over his still hard cock. Tom and Lorraine piled into the old pickup, but Janis remained beside Fat John.
"C'mon, Janis!" Tom called from the car.
"I'm gonna ride with Fat John," Janis shouted back.
Tom shrugged, and slammed the door.
"Hey babe," Fat John said grinning, "that's very cool of you."
"Hey listen," Janis beamed, "any guy who could keep it up through all that shit has got to be some kind of dude!"
Fat John grinned as he slid in behind the wheel. Within a second, Janis was playing with his penis, moving both hands up and down the length. As Fat John pulled up the street road and out onto the Pacific Coast Highway, Janis was sucking him like an all-day sucker. Fat John finally shot his load into her sweet, young mouth as they passed the Malibu turn-off.
* * *
Harold lay by his pool with a huge gin and tonic cupped in his hands. He was already on his third one, and was using a straw. Depression had set in, and the world was collapsing around him. Even the beautiful nude woman lying next to him did nothing to raise his spirits.
"Oh come on, Harold," the buxom redhead named Sally complained, "let's have a little fun!"
Harold grunted, and sipped from his straw.
Sally rolled over onto her side, her large and well-formed breasts bulging out with the red capped nipples erect and juicy. "Harold, I'm so horny. Lying out here makes me horny!"
But even as she raised her right leg and rubbed her orange fleece, Harold still lay back in his depression.
"Harold," Sally continued, now using her finger to masturbate, "it's so juicy and wet! Just waiting for that big hunk of rod. Please, Harold?"
Harold glanced at the beautiful redhead and drained his drink. "Well ... I dunno. ... "
Sally grinned. She patted Harold's stomach, then slid her hand down lower to the elastic of his bathing suit. "It's in there," she cooed, "I know it's in there!"
Harold watched her as she pulled down his trunks and grabbed his flaccid cock. She stroked it slowly, making the thing grow in the palm of her hand. "Oh, that's better Harold. It's getting nice and big and hard!"
Sally moved off her chair and held on to Harold's cock. He was now fully erect. She threw one leg across his thighs and sat down on his legs. She pulled his penis against her rounded belly, moving herself up and down against the length of his shaft. "Now, doesn't this make you feel a whole lot better?"
Harold finally managed to grin. What with the eight ounces of gin, and this beautiful, naked redhead rubbing her wild pussy against his cock, he was forgetting the snatch of Jennie which had taken place at Mr. Big's.
"Oh yeah," Sally moaned as she raised herself high off his belly. She moved his bulbous tip against her swollen labia. Her juices were flowing, her. cunt soaking wet. "So big and so hot, Harold!"
Harold watched her cunt lips as they separated. His stem entered her womanly vagina easily. Sally was no teenager-tight and smooth-but a well-developed woman of twenty-eight. She knew how to control everything, including the muscles in her cunt. Somehow, with this luscious redhead sitting astride him, the loss of Jennie, and the million-dollar movie, seemed very far away.
"Oh ... it's touching me!" Sally moaned as she lowered herself onto his stem. All of him had disappeared deep inside her. Sally leaned back and began undulating slowly on his cock. With her hand, she reached down between his legs and fondled his balls.
"Fuck me, Harold! It's sooo good!! !"
Harold reached up and cupped her large breasts. The smooth flesh surrounding her nipples puckered beneath his touch. And Sally cried out in pleasure as he kneaded her large, silver dollar nipples.
"Oh, make it hurt! Hurt me, Harold!"
Sally was now moving like a machine against his groin, her vaginal lips pulsating around the intrusion of his cock. She seemed to suck his stem up inside her, to grab it and to hold it.
Harold gripped her breasts hard and held her tightly as he felt her begin to come. Her body seemed to shudder for a long minute as she whistled through her clenched teeth. A moment later, Harold felt himself go. His cock shuddered and throbbed deep inside her.
"Oh Harold!" Sally cried. "It was so good!"
As she climbed off his nude body, she leaned down and sucked his penis into her mouth. Slowly, gently she licked off the juices of her own sex until Harold was clean and dry. Then she pulled his bathing suit back over his penis and patted him affectionately. "There, now, did that make you feel better?"
Harold nodded. "Yeah. Get me another drink, will ya'? "
Sally smiled, took the glass and skipped nude into the kitchen. A moment later she returned with a full drink, plus four other people. Harold recognized Fat John immediately.
"Fat John, what the hell are you doing here?"
Fat John smiled, but there was a troubled and puzzled look on his face. "Hi Harold. I've brought some people...." And Fat John introduced Tom, Lorraine and Janis.
Harold looked at the rugged man, the older woman and finally came to rest on the young blonde. "You Janis, huh?" Harold asked directly.
Janis nodded.
"Take off your clothes, Janis," Harold ordered, waving to the nude figure of Sally as a way of saying it was all right.
"Uh, Harold," Fat John interrupted, "I don't think that's what these people want."
Janis smiled at the older man and quickly tore at her tee shirt, then removed her levis. Her nude body immediately brought a rise to Harold.
But Tom grew angry. "Janis!" he shouted. "We're here for other things!"
"But I thought maybe...." Janis began.
Harold looked at Tom, tearing his eyes away from the large-breasted teenager. "Okay buddy, why the hell are you here?"
Tom cleared his throat. "I'm looking for my daughter, Harold. Fat John said you would know where she is.
Harold chuckled. "'Another runaway, huh?"
"Yup," Tom replied icily.
"What's her name, bud. Maybe I can help you." Harold took a long sip from his drink and spit it out when Tom told him who his daughter was.
"My God, that's your kid?" Harold gasped, trying to stifle the choking cough.
"That's right, Harold. And we want her back!"
Harold shook his head slowly and sadly. "Doesn't everybody." he said sadly.
"Has something happened?" Lorraine asked in a panicky voice.
"Well, something has happened. But not to your daughter. I mean, she's all right and everything."
"Then where the hell is she?" Tom demanded.
Harold rose from his chair, patted Sally on the buttocks, and began pacing around the pool. "You people ever hear of a guy they call Mr. Big?"
Everyone looked to everyone else. No one came up with an answer.
"Well, this guy Mr. Big is supposed to be the third or fourth richest man in the world. Old money, lives in San Marino. That kind of shit. Mr. Big, besides owning a couple of airplane companies, is into making movies. Well, I thought he'd dig Jennie in one of his movies, so I took her there to meet Mr. Big."
"And?" Tom was looking at Harold anxiously.
"And," Harold continued, a deep sadness falling across his face, "it seems as though Mr. Big has fallen in love with your daughter."
There was a long silence, finally broken by Tom. "Listen, man, I don't care who's he's fallen in love with, we want our little girl back! You understand?"
Fat John cleared his throat, and everybody turned towards him. "Listen man, maybe she's happy."
"Happy?" Tom bellowed. "My little girl couldn't be happy until she comes home!"
Harold started arguing with Tom about the meaning of happiness. Suddenly they were all shouting at one another, their voices screeching. But they all stopped in sudden unison when they saw the two figures standing across the yard.
"Oh shit!" Fat John muttered. "A bust!"
The Captain and his wife, Bertha, walked slowly across the grass to where the group was standing. The Captain was decked out in his police finest, wearing his .45 conspicuously on his hip. "Just call. me Captain," the Captain said in a powerful voice. "Captain of Ocean City."
Harold looked at both of them and quickly swigged down the remainder of his drink. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I know of this child, Jennie," the Captain said. "And we've come for her."
"Come for her?" Tom shouted.
"That's right, mister, she needs a good home. A place that she can call her own. And Bertha and I have decided to provide her with that home."
"She's a lovely child!" Bertha added with a grin.
"But she's our child!" Lorraine screamed.
"A child of the universe!" Fat John added.
"That's heavy!" Janis grinned.
Bedlam broke out again as the new additions to the afternoon lawn party began arguing as to whose child Jennie was. Tom stopped the fracas by smashing a glass onto the cement.
"Now listen here!" Tom began, his desert voice cracking and strong. "Jennie is my little girl! She's mine! I was the first one to put it to her and she's...." Tom stopped suddenly when he realized what he had said. The silent faces stared at him.
"My God, Tom!" Lorraine said in a shocked voice. "You did that to our little girl!"
"I knew he did something to her," Janis piped in. "He's always after the young stuff."
The Captain shook his head disgustedly, but his eyes were focused on the young, nubile body of Janis. Fortunately, he wore reflector sunglasses.
"That poor child!" Bertha added.
"Well," Harold began, "now we know why she's been running like a scared rabbit. Shame on you!" Harold pointed a finger at Tom and shook it menacingly. "Shame on you!"
Tom had had enough. He grabbed Harold's hand, pulled him towards himself then stepped out of the way. Harold seemed to take off in flight as he headed for the water of the pool.
"Now that wasn't necessary, partner," the Captain said as he took a step towards Tom. It took nothing to throw the heavyset man off balance and land him in the pool.
"You know where this Mr. Big is?" Tom demanded of Fat John.
"Yeah, I know where he lives," Fat John replied.
"Well, you're gonna take me there and I'm gonna get my little girl!"
Lorraine and Janis ran after the two men as they stomped from the backyard. Janis was dragging her clothing with her, her firm young ass jiggling delightfully as she ran.
Bertha stood at the edge of the pool, screaming down at the two men who swam towards the edge, "Oh God," she cried over and over again, "I hate violence! I detest violence!! !"
Tom, Janis, Fat John and Lorraine could hear Bertha's shrill voice for a good three blocks as they screamed out of the neighborhood and towards San Marino.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jennie sat on the edge of the huge bed and waited. The bare room with its light green walls gave her the feeling she was trapped inside some kind of hospital. And the fact that she was totally nude did not add to her feeling of comfort. But Mr. Big had wanted it this way, had made Jennie promise that as long as she was living in his house she would not wear clothing. He had called her body the "most beautiful sight on the face of the Earth."
Outside the high window, the sun was setting over the San Gabriel mountains. For the first time in many days, Jennie thought of Baker, California, and of the sunsets which she loved in the desert. Jim Haines flooded her mind, the image of the football star as he had looked that night in the drive-in many weeks ago. It seemed like a lifetime to the young girl, but as she remembered back, she realized that it had only been a couple of weeks.
A couple of weeks during which she had traveled through the bizarre and unnerving landscape of sex. If someone had told her five weeks ago that within two months she would be sitting nude in some millionaire's bedroom, Jennie would have thought that person crazy.
There was a light knock on the door, and Jennie's mental travels were interrupted.
"Can I come in?" the small, weak voice inquired.
"Sure!" Jennie responded, trying not to laugh.
The door opened slowly, and Mr. Big peered into the room. When he saw the nude girl, he smiled. "You're not dressed!" he said with a shocked expression.
It was part of the game, and Jennie understood it. "I know, Mr. Big," she replied coyly, covering her breasts with her arm and resting her hand on her full bush.
"You are young, aren't you?" Said Mr. Big as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "Very, very young!"
"You shouldn't look, sir," Jennie said. "No man has ever seen me like this."
Mr. Big stood a few feet away, his eyes moving across Jennie's golden skin. The way she sat now, straight, with her hands trying to cover her private parts, she did look very young and very virginal.
"You mean no man has ever seen you naked?" Mr. Big asked with a leer.
"I have never been naked for a man before." Jennie had been instructed by Mr. Big to use the word "naked" as much as possible. It was a word that turned the millionaire on.
"I am looking at you now, Jennie," Mr. Big began. "Move your arm so that I can see your lovely breasts."
Jennie shook her head once, but then pulled her arm away. Her large, conical breasts rose firmly on her chest. Her nipples expanded, and the erect tips budded.
"You have beautiful breasts," said Mr. Big. "Lovely round breasts, firm with exciting nipples."
Jennie blushed. It was a natural blush. She had never really had a man look at her like this-to dissect her visually as Mr. Big was doing now.
"Now," Mr. Big began again, "move your hand away from your lap. I want to see between your legs."
Jennie moved her hand, but sat on the edge of the bed with her thighs tightly clenched. Her long, lean legs were strong and firm; the muscles of her thighs tightened as she put pressure one leg against the other.
"Spread your legs, little girl," Mr. Big commanded, his voice now showing evidence of his growing passion. "I want to see between them!"
Slowly, Jennie moved her knees apart. She spread herself wide so that the split between her thighs was plainly visible. He peered between the strong thighs at her mound of blonde pubic hair. The crack extending from the damp forest of her sex was without hair, and her vaginal lips were plainly in view. Mr. Big wet his lips.
"I will kiss you down there like you've never been kissed," he said huskily.
He dropped to his knees and crawled the three feet to Jennie. Resting a hand on either leg, Mr. Big began kissing Jennie's inner thighs. His mouth was light and airy, like a butterfly landing provocatively on her flesh.
"Oh Mr. Big!" Jennie moaned as he moved higher up her thighs. "That feels so nice!"
Mr. Big moved upwards until he was looking directly at Jennie's young and beautiful snatch. "So beautiful ... so young and tender, like a flower which has yet to bloom!"
He moved his hands up to her vagina, peeled apart her lips and looked directly into her young hole.
"Please," Jennie moaned. "Use your tongue."
Mr. Big kissed her crack, then licked up and down the opening slowly. He found her alit, pulled back the flesh surrounding it, and stabbed gently at the sensitive little bud.
Jennie held his head between her legs, moving her thighs rhythmically back and forth. She was wet now, and she felt herself moving out of reality and into that never-never land of sexual excitement.
Mr. Big licked at her vagina slowly and evenly. His tongue was large, and he knew how to use it. In and out, then up and down, and always managing to flick gently at her clit.
Jennie closed her eyes and lay back on the bed. She raised her hips off the mattress and ground her pelvis into his face. "Lick me deep ... oh, my God ... go deep!! !"
He held her from beneath, kneading her buttocks as he sucked at her juices, drawing out her wetness like a starving man with his first meal. Jennie pushed herself in and out, undulating to meet his tongue.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her voice was cracking, a high-pitched wail which shattered the husky silence of their lovemaking.
Mr. Big held her tightly as he felt her body shudder, then tremble. He continued to stroke her clit with his tongue as her vagina pulsated like a twisting river.
"Oh-jeez!! !" And then she fell, exhausted, back onto the bed, her body alive with the exploding nerve endings.
Mr. Big got to his feet, quickly tore at his clothes and when he was naked, stood above her ready with his huge erection. He crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Jennie gasped as she felt his huge thickness being pushed between her swollen labia.
"Oh God, it's so big!" she moaned as he pushed inch after inch into her love canal.
Finally, he had entered her totally. Jennie gripped his back and pulled him tightly against herself. Wrapping her legs around his buttocks, she was able to pull him inside herself more deeply than ever. "Oh, Mr. Big-I love the feel of your penis!"
Mr. Big chuckled as he began pumping her. His strokes were long and smooth, like a giant piston. Jennie hardly had to move as the bulk of his meaty flesh stimulated all her nerve endings.
"Fuck me, baby ... fuck me!! !" Jennie cried over and over again.
His face was red now, and his breaths came in short, excited gasps. He slammed his cock deep into her pulsating cunt-and even as she came a second time, he continued pumping.
"Come!" Jennie wailed. "Come inside me!"
And he did, stroking three times then stopping as his penis pulsated and throbbed. Jennie squeezed him tightly to her, pulling him down so that his body flattened her breasts.
"Oh!" Mr. Big groaned as he let go his juices and flooded Jennie with his semen. "Oh wow!"
Jennie smiled up at the small man with the bald head. Never had she had such a man as this. After all she had been through, he was by far the best. "I love you, Mr. Big," Jennie whispered into his ear.
Mr. Big grinned. "You should, after all, we're getting married soon."
"That's all I want ... is to marry you " Jennie laughed when she realized what she had said. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself saying those words to someone like Mr. Big.
Night had finally settled over San Marino. Mr. Big had gone through the huge mansion lighting the candles which hung from the walls. He did not like using electricity, and explained that the ritual of lighting the candles had been practiced in his family for centuries.
Jennie was left alone in her room, without a television, a radio or even a book. Mr. Big explained to her that he did not want her corrupted by any outside forces. He felt that to remain as pure as she was, she would have to be isolated.
"For how long?" Jennie asked, now a little shocked with the man's errant behavior.
"For as long as innocence can last," Mr. Big replied with a lascivious grin.
"But I'm not innocent, Mr. Big," Jennie offered.
She stood beside the bed, still naked. Mr. Big laughed. "Just look at you-of course you're still innocent!"
Jennie started to protest again, but Mr. Big turned on his heels and walked from the room, locking the door behind him. Jennie sat down on the bed, feeling the same kind of frustration which she had at the Captain's.
Outside, on the dark, quiet street, Tom watched the candlelight flickering from inside the mansion. "What's he doing in there?" he asked Fat John.
"He never uses electricity," Fat John explained. "He's a little eccentric!"
"Eccentric!" Lorraine cried. "And he's got my baby!"
Janis sat on Fat John's lap in the cab of the old pick-up, and wriggled around. He had had a hard-on since they left Harold's over an hour before. She wondered what made him tick.
"Well," Tom began in a determined voice, "I'm going in there and look around, see what's what."
"Be careful," Fat John advised. "You never know about these rich creeps."
"I was in Korea, son," Tom replied angrily. "I know what careful is! Not like you bums sitting out on the beaches all day playing with yourselves!"
"Oh shit!" Fat John said. "I was just trying to help."
"Yeah, yeah!" Tom mumbled as he climbed from the cab of the truck. "You three just wait here and be quiet. I'll be back in twenty minutes!"
"Be careful, dear!" Lorraine said.
"I will, honey," Tom replied. "That's our little girl in there and we're going to get her. Nothing's goin' to stop me!"
And with that, Tom walked across the street and ducked behind a six-foot hedge.
He followed the natural path of the hedge around the side of the house, careful not to step on any twigs lest the enemy hear him. When he reached the rear of the house, he saw a light, a regular light, on in the servants' quarters. He dropped to his hands and knees and belly-crawled across the grass to an open window in the small house.
Peering up over the ledge of the half-open window, Tom was able to see into the living room. It was sparsely furnished, with a set of barbells and dumbbells taking up most of the floor space. Across the room from the small gymnasium was a full length wall mirror. And standing in front of the mirror was what Tom believed to be the largest man he had ever seen. The guy stood at least six foot five, and had a torso built like a boxcar.
"Mr. Big!" Tom whispered to himself in awe.
The guy stood in front of the mirror and began peeling off his clothes as he watched himself. A tiny smile broke at the corners of his mouth. When he was nude, he held his genitals and struck poses until his penis became erect.
"Fucking pervert!" Tom whispered angrily.
He stood in front of the mirror and began masturbating slowly. He was obviously in love with the reflection of his naked body and kept turning sideways, and spinning around as he jerked himself off.
"Goddamn lousy faggot!" Tom whispered, almost too loud now. "Got to get my baby out of here!"
Tom moved away from the window before the huge man was able to complete his nightly ritual. The main house was still lit only with candles, and as Tom crept around he peered in each window as he passed.
Reaching the kitchen window, Tom looked in. A small, bald man was sitting alone at a barren table eating a peanut butter sandwich. "The butler," Tom whispered to himself, making a mental note to cow the little, frail looking man into helping him if that need be.
Further on around the side of the house, Tom reached another window. The shade was up about three or four inches, and Tom held his breath as he looked inside.
Jennie was standing in front of the full length mirror on the opposite side of the room preening herself. She was nude and she moved herself like a professional dancer.
Tom felt the stirrings in his groin as he glanced at his daughter for the first time since that fatal night in Baker. Her body had become even more lush. Her breasts seemed somehow larger now, with the nipples even pinker and more erect. She seemed to have grown more hair on her pubis-yet her crack seemed as pink and fresh as always.
"Jennie!" Tom whispered to himself as he watched his little girl spread her legs before the mirror and examine her vagina. She used her fingers to pry open her hole, spreading the labia wide and exposing the succulent flesh inside. She seemed pleased with her finding because she smiled down at herself.
Tom watched with growing heat. He rubbed his groin absently as he watched Jennie insert a couple of fingers into her vagina. Finally, he could stand it no more. First things first.
Tom unzipped himself and struggled to extract his throbbing penis. Finally, his organ popped free. Slowly, using the same rhythm with which Jennie was doing herself, Tom began masturbating.
Her body, the way the muscles of her buttocks moved and throbbed, was truly a sight. Even with all of his experience during his search, Tom had not seen a more beautiful woman. As he pumped himself, he could not conjure up the immense guilt which he thought he should be feeling once he found his daughter. As a matter-of-fact, as he shot his semen onto the ground, the only feelings he had were directed towards the open and young vagina which seemed to be beckoning towards him.
* * *
Janis finally climbed off of Fat John's lap. "You know," she said, "Fat John has had an erection for the last hour. The guy's amazing!"
Fat John chuckled. But Lorraine grew angry. "We're trying to rescue my daughter and all you can talk about is erections!"
"I thought it was amazing," Janis said, putting her hand on the slim man's groin. "My God, he's still hard as a rock!"
Lorraine turned to Fat John. "Is that true?" she asked.
Fat John nodded. "I can keep it up for hours. It's something I learned as a kid."
"Hmmm...." Lorraine mumbled, staring out the window at the strange mansion and wondering what was keeping Tom. She always had hated waiting on people. "Hmmm," she said again.
But Janis was not waiting. She was leaning over Fat John, unzipping his fly and pulling down his levis. Fat John helped her by raising himself off the seat. His cock popped up like toast in a toaster. Janis grabbed the hard organ, displaying it with pride. "See? Look at it, Lorraine!"
Lorraine glanced down at the throbbing organ and felt her cunt muscles throb involuntarily. "Yes, he is erect, isn't he?"
"You bet!" Janis replied gleefully. The beautiful little blonde was wasting no time. She ripped at her tee shirt, then pulled off her jeans. "C'mon, Lorraine," Janis implored as she bent over and took Fat John into her mouth, "join the party!"
"Yes, please do!" Fat John said, moving his hand up between Lorraine's thighs and playing with the elastic of her panties.
"But right here?" Lorraine protested as Fat John struggled with her underwear, trying to pull them down.
"Why not?" Fat John answered. "This is rich man's land, well patrolled. They'd never expect three perverts to be making it on the streets of San Marino!"
Lorraine laughed, and raised herself off the seat so that Fat John could pull off her panties. "Ohhh," she groaned loudly when he slid his hand up between her thighs and inserted two fingers into her already moist vagina.
"Turn around, Lorraine!" Fat John said breathlessly. "I want to put it inside you!"
Lorraine lay down on the seat of the truck, while Janis planted herself directly above her with one foot on the floor and other leg draped over the seat. Fat John lay down on Lorraine and guided his cock to her cunt.
"God you're warm," he mumbled as he slid his penis into her womanly hole.
"Oh, Jesus, that feels good!" Lorraine moaned as she felt his thickness completing her void.
"Hey, what about me?" Janis called out excitedly.
"Just sit down, honey!" Lorraine replied, laughing.
Janis lowered herself onto Lorraine's face. Lorraine kissed the little girl's vagina sweetly and gently, using her expert tongue to flick her clitoris.
"Oh yeah-that's all right!" Janis cried out.
"Mmmmmm ... mmm...!" Lorraine groaned as Fat John began pumping her hard and deep.
The first thing Tom saw as he walked back to the pick-up was Janis' naked breasts swinging back and forth. "My God! What's wrong with you people?" he shouted, peering in at the orgy on the front seat.
"Hold it man!" Fat John groaned. "I'm almost there!"
Tom flung open the door and Janis fell backwards off Lorraine's mouth and into his arms. "Oh, no!" Janis cried.
"Oh, yes!" Tom bellowed, staggering under the weight of the girl. "Now everybody out!"
But Fat John kept humping Lorraine, unwilling to stop until both were satisfied. Finally, the thin man groaned loudly and Lorraine answered him with a loud, guttural moan.
"You all finished now?" Tom asked angrily.
Janis pouted. "I didn't get a chance...."
"Fuck you. My daughter's being held prisoner by some kind of giant pervert, and all you can worry about is whether or not you come?"
"It's important to my inner beauty," Janis replied.
Lorraine was adjusting her clothes when she realized that Tom was standing there. "Oh! How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough! In case you're still interested, I found our little Jennie. They got her in a room by herself-like a jail cell without a television or nothing."
"Oh no! Our poor little girl! How does she look?"
Tom absently rubbed his groin. "Uh, just fine, I guess. I mean, she's not hurt or anything."
"Well, that's a relief!" Fat John said. "How are we going to get her out of there?"
"Well," Tom began, sounding important, "there's a dinky little butler in the kitchen eating a peanut butter sandwich. I think we just make our way in there, roust him a little, and force him to take us to Jennie."
"That's a great plan!" Janis shouted in a mocking voice.
Tom spanked her nude buttocks and told her to get dressed. "Now listen, we all go in there together. Mr. Big is out back working out with weights and doing other odd stuff. If he sees us, it'll take more than just me to get by him."
"Okay, honey," Lorraine said, "let me just get dressed here and we'll go."
Tom waited impatiently as the three people put their clothes back on. Finally, they were all assembled and ready.
"Let's get our child!" Tom whispered as he led them around the side of the house and through the hedge.
Mr. Big was just biting into his third special high-protein peanut butter sandwich of the evening when he heard the footsteps outside the kitchen door. "That you, Tiny?" he called out, thinking maybe it was the butler.
There was no answer. "That's odd," Mr. Big said to himself. He knew his butler's habits, knew that the big man would be standing in front of his mirror making onanistic love to himself for the better part of the evening.
Suddenly, the door burst open and a large, rugged-looking man followed by two women and a bearded hippie stormed into the kitchen.
"We've come for Jennie!" Tom whispered in a threatening voice.
Mr. Big dropped his sandwich. "Oh," he said simply.
"We know she's here. And we know Mr. Big's out back. So you ain't got no choice but to help us."
"I see," said Mr. Big, realizing that the mistake in identification had occurred once again. "I'll take you to her."
"You will?" Tom asked in surprise.
"Yes, of course," Mr. Big replied. "Are you the father?"
Tom nodded dumbly.
"Well, I suppose there's no choice, then. Come, follow me." Mr. Big rose from his chair, all four feet of him, and walked from the kitchen into a long hallway.
Jennie was lying on her stomach, asleep, when Mr. Big opened the door.
"Jennie?" he called out. "Jennie, we've got visitors!" Jennie turned sleepily towards the door. "Who is it, Mr. Big?" she asked.
"You're Mr. Big?" Tom exclaimed.
"That's right. The guy in the rear is my servant, Tiny."
Jennie rubbed her eyes sleepily. Finally, she was able to focus. "Daddy! Fat John!" she screamed.
Tom took Lorraine by the hand and led her across the room towards the nude girl. "Jennie, this is your mother. Say hello to your mother."
Jennie looked at the pretty woman and half-smiled. "Hello mother."
Lorraine looked at the naked beauty and gasped. The fact that Tom had seduced her shot through her brain like a bolt of lightning. "Now I understand!" she said.
Mr. Big stepped between the parents and the child. "Jennie and I are to be married," he said simply.
Tom looked down at the little man and scowled. "Hell you are, mister! We're taking Jennie back to Baker with us!"
Mr. Big looked towards the nude girl. "Jennie?"
Jennie sat up in the bed, brushing her hair back from her eyes. "I don't want to go back there. Daddy's a pervert."
"Jennie!" Tom growled. "Don't ever call your daddy that!"
"It's true," Jennie said simply. "You molested me that night. That's why I ran away. I'd rather get fucked by Mr. Big than by you any old day. He's got a bigger dong than you have, anyway!"
Tom raised his arm to strike her, but Lorraine blocked him. "Goddamn little kid!" he scowled.
"Jennie," Lorraine began in a calmer voice, "the size of the thing doesn't matter. It's how a man uses it."
"Oh yeah?" Jennie challenged. "Mr. Big, show them your whango!"
Mr. Big blushed. "Oh no Jennie-this is not the time or the place."
Janis was already whetting her lips. "Oh c'mon-let's see it!"
Mr. Big looked at the pretty, well-built girl and felt a rise in his groin. Finally, Lorraine stepped in. "Listen, Mr. Big, if the question can be solved, I suggest you show us. Let's get this over with once and for all."
Tom moaned in disgust. He could hear the excitement in Lorraine's voice.
"Well, okay, if it'll help matters."
They stood in silence as Mr. Big pulled out his penis and allowed it to hang at half-mast.
"Wow!" Janis exclaimed. "That is a beauty!"
"Ain't no big thing!" Tom protested weakly, shocked by the thickness and the length of the thing.
"That is a whang-dang if ever I saw one!" Lorraine commented, moving her tongue seductively across her lips. "A goddamn stallion!" she added.
"Sex is in the head," Fat John attempted, but his words were lost.
Jennie grinned proudly from the bed. "Not only that, but he's worth' a couple of billion dollars."
"Really?" Lorraine's eyebrows raised, she smiled and moved a step closer to Mr. Big. "That much, huh?"
"Oh yes, probably more since the banks closed this afternoon. It's hard to count it all."
As Lorraine reached out to fondle Mr. Big's big, Tom exploded. He pulled his ex-wife back and threw her to the floor, then he bolted for Mr. Big. He struck the little man just above the collarbone and sent him reeling backwards across the room.
"I'll kill the little sonovabitch!" Tom screamed as he dove for the prone figure.
Mr. Big tried to stuff his cock back into his pants. It was nearly impossible to carry on a decent fight with one's penis hanging out. But he didn't have the time. Tom was all over him within a second, pummeling the small body with his fists.
"Daddy, stop!! !" Jennie cried, leaping off the bed and jumping onto her father's back.
Fat John got into the act a moment later, jumping on Jennie and trying to wrestle the naked girl off her father's back.
Janis jumped up and down, clapping, and finally decided to join the fracas. She leaped on Fat John's back and began tugging away at him. A moment later, Lorraine was to her feet and piling on.
"In the name of the law, cease and desist!"
From down inside the pile, Jennie's moan of recognition could be heard above the yelling voices of the participants.
The Captain had his .45 out and was shaking the pistol wildly. "I said stop!" he commanded again.
Bertha and Harold stood a step behind him. Bertha carried three of her best whips.
The shot rang out through the room, a thunderous retort which made the Captain flinch. He held the smoking pistol up in the air and fired again.
They rolled off each other with glazed, shocked expressions on their faces. The small Captain stood grinning at the doorway, holding his pistol. "Well, well," he said happily.
"What the fuck do you want?" Tom yelled as he disentangled himself from the nude body of his daughter. His erection was very evident.
"Disturbing the peace, disorderly conduct, committing unnatural acts-you're all on your way to a few years in the big house." The Captain tried to make his voice ring out like Jimmy Cagney's. The attempt failed.
"Jesus Christ, man, you can't do that!" Fat John wailed.
"Can't I? Listen, Bub, I've got the gun. Now all of you strip and get against the wall!"
"Definitely a pervert," Mr. Big explained as he removed his clothes. The others followed suit.
"Okay, you animals, up against the wall!" The Captain grabbed a rope from Bertha, gave her the gun, and tied each nude to another until they were all standing in a row, facing the wall. First came Tom, then little Janis, then Lorraine and Fat John and Jennie with Mr. Big at the far end. The Captain stood back and admired his handiwork. "Some pretty fair asses, eh Bertha?"
Bertha giggled as she removed her mu-mu. "It's the loveliest sight I've ever seen, Henry. The little blonde is gorgeous."
"Yes, she is very nice. Maybe we'll take her and Jennie back with us tonight."
"Oh Henry, could we?"
The Captain looked at his naked wife and smiled. As always, whenever he looked at her mounds of over-hanging flesh, his eyes glazed over. It was as if he wasn't seeing. "Certainly, Bertha. Certainly."
Harold had left the room and now returned with Elliot who held a sixteen millimeter camera. "This is it Elliot, just start shooting."
Elliot laughed when he saw the line-up of people.
"It isn't funny, son," the Captain warned. "These people are all perverts cinder arrest."
"Yes sir!" Elliot said, standing at attention.
Jennie listened to the voices behind her and knew what was coming. A sickening feeling gripped her belly. She looked at Fat John next to her and tried to speak, but saw that he had a mammoth hard-on. "How could you?" she whispered.
Fat John grinned. "Everything turns me on, Jennie," he replied.
Mr. Big was also in a state of throbbing tumescence. Jennie groaned.
The Captain was grinning now as he handed one of the whips to his wife. He had removed all his clothing except for a pair of knee stockings and a black mask. Bertha carried the mask, along with the whips, inside her huge handbag. Long ago the couple ' had decided that to be prepared was to get much more fun out of life.
"Are you ready, dear?" the Captain asked as he tugged at his slowly rising penis.
"Are you?" Bertha replied, looking down at his groin.
"In a moment." The Captain played with himself until he was standing straight and proud. "Okay, let us begin."
The couple moved towards the people, raising the whips above their heads. The first blows, although gentle, made everyone in the line flinch.
"Goddamn, you bastard!" Tom muttered as he felt the leather strap stinging his back and buttocks. "I'll get you for this!"
The Captain laughed. "You all love it. The men are hard and the ladies are creaming their love juices between their thighs!"
"Oh Henry, that was well said!" Bertha gasped as she rubbed her vagina with her free hand.
Harold had his hands on Elliot's shoulders and was pushing the cameraman in behind the Captain and his wife. "Get this angle-go in close-dynamite!" Harold's voice was excited and strained.
The moans and groans from the people against the wall were working their magic. Bertha was whipping furiously, if ineffectively, while pushing her fingers deep inside herself. The Captain was masturbating furiously as he stroked his whip across the nude bodies. "Oh, Bertha!" the Captain shouted over and over again as he slung his whip at the people.
"Oh, Henry!" Bertha would reply, now standing in one spot and rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet.
The room was being swallowed up into a strange cacophony of moans and groans. The sweating bodies against the wall, the two fat people with the whips, Harold and Elliot trying desperately to get every shot-and Jennie standing with her head hanging down.
"I won't ... I can't ... no more . . " she wailed over and over again.
Both Mr. Big on her right and Fat John on her left had their eyes shut tightly. Their cocks were throbbing wildly, and even as Jennie looked down the line, she could see her father sporting a huge erection. But she seemed to be the only one who felt nothing. Janis and her mother were tossing their heads back and forth, moving their thighs back and forth, masturbating in an upright position. But all Jennie felt was the sting of the leather as it scorched across her buttocks and lower back.
Suddenly, however, everything stopped.
A thunderous shot rang out through the room. Pieces of plaster fell from the ceiling and sprinkled the people below.
"Release Jennie or you're both dead!" The voice was young and strong.
Jennie almost fainted. It was like a flash from another life taking over her entire being. "Jimmy!" she shouted. "Jimmy Haines!! !"
Jimmy Haines stood at the doorway, wearing levis, a tee shirt and his football letterman's jacket. He was an impressive figure-tall, blonde and straight. But what him even more impressive was the large, twelve gauge shotgun which he pointed at the Captain and Bertha. "It's me, Jennie."
"Oh Jim!" Jennie began to tremble.
"Now listen, young man," the Captain began, "I'm an officer of the law. Do you have a permit for that thing?"
Jimmy Haines started to laugh. "You kiddin' me? You look like something out of a fucking stag movie! Now untie them!"
"Be reasonable," the Captain began, but stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Jimmy pull back the trigger. "All right, son, have it your way."
The Captain untied them all. And they all turned and faced their savior.
Jimmy saw only Jennie-her beautifully nude body, her gorgeous breasts and her finely sculptured pubis. "Jesus," he moaned, feeling his prick come to life.
"Oh Jimmy!" Jennie exclaimed as she moved across the room towards him.
"Get dressed," he said. "You're coming with me."
Jennie looked around for a moment, then found Janis' clothing lying in a bundle. Quickly, she put on the tee-shirt and the jeans. "I'm ready," she said.
As soon as Jennie was dressed, Jimmy was able to look at the rest of the people. Jennie's father with his erection, Jennie's mother with her gleaming flesh. The other two men with erections and the small blonde with a panting, turned-on expression. The two men with the camera. Everyone in the room seemed somehow gone-out of the level of reality at which Jimmy Haines functioned.
"Shit," he muttered, waving the rifle at the Captain. "Get your rocks off. Tie them all back up!"
The Captain looked at his wife and they smiled at each other. "Bertha and I would like to thank you, young man," he said.
"That's all right," Jimmy grinned.
The Captain was grinning broadly as he picked up the rope. "They just don't make young men like you any more. No sir. Those bums and perverts on the beaches these days. Commies. They're all commies. It's nice to see that somewhere they're raising young boys with the proper attitudes toward their elders-not a bunch of frigging bums like those that hang around up there in Ocean City!"
The Captain was still praising Jimmy as the football hero took Jennie's arm and led her from the house.
"Jimmy!" Jennie exclaimed as she jumped into the sleek new sports car. "You've rescued me!"
"Was it horrible?" Jimmy asked as he squealed out.
"It was a nightmare, Jimmy. A nightmare." Jennie paused a moment. "But how did you find me?"
"I've been following your pop since that night. I followed him to Los Angeles ... everywhere. At first, I figured that maybe he knew where you'd gone. Then I realized that he didn't know anything. But I followed him anyway."
"Oh Jimmy, I'm so glad!" Jennie exclaimed as she slid across the seat and cuddled up next to her hero.
By the time Jennie and Jimmy reached the Mojave desert, Jennie was nude. The heat of the night combined with her now insatiable hunger had driven her to strip away her clothing. ,Jimmy had trouble concentrating on the road as he moved his hands across her full breasts and up between her thighs.
"Oh Jimmy, finger me, please . . " Jennie moaned as she slid down in the seat and spread her legs.
Jimmy rubbed her wet slit, realizing the dream that had been burning inside his mind for the last couple of weeks. She was still tight down there, her vaginal lips strong and gripping. As he inserted his finger into her wetness, he groaned.
"You hard?" Jennie asked matter-of-factly.
"Yeah," Jimmy nodded.
She reached across his lap, unhooked his belt and pulled down his zipper. She fondled his penis, caressing his balls, and played up and down his throbbing length.
"Remember the drive-in that night?" Jennie asked.
Jimmy nodded. "How could I forget it?"
Jennie giggled as she lowered her head onto his lap. She kissed his mushroomed head, then stabbed at the inflamed skin with her tongue. "Mmmmm ... so big and hard...." She licked him down the sides, then, reaching the tip, parted her lips and sucked him deep into her throat.
Jimmy drove with one hand on the wheel, the other planted between her naked and widespread thighs. Her vagina seemed to wrap itself around his fingers and hold him there. She was wet and hot inside, and Jimmy couldn't wait to get back to Baker so he could plant his penis into her love tunnel.
Jimmy Haines didn't notice the flashing red lights until they were right on top of him. The entire car was illuminated by the pulsating lights. "Oh no!" Jimmy groaned when he realized the state trooper was hot on his tail.
Jennie continued to bob up and down on his penis. He was so close to coming that he didn't want to stop. But he knew if he continued, the trooper would fire at his tires.
"Jennie! Jennie!" he yelled.
But she only increased her action, sucking hard on his cock, thinking that he was coming. Finally, he had to yank her off him by tugging at her hair. Jennie screamed.
"The cops, Jennie! Get dressed!"
The trooper was on the bullhorn now, warning Jimmy to stop immediately. Jimmy had no choice, he slowed the car and pulled over to the side. Jennie was still in the process of turning her tee shirt right way out.
The stocky trooper walked slowly up to Jimmy's side of the car and flashed his light into the car. His small, beady eyes opened wide when he saw the beautiful naked girl trying desperately to get dressed.
"Well, well, no wonder you were speeding like a bat of hell!"
Jimmy covered his groin with his hand and grinned sheepishly at the cop. "Sorry, officer. I couldn't help myself."
"Yeah, I can see that!" The cop stared in at Jennie, moving the circular light around her nude breasts, then down her belly and finally focusing on her luscious mound. "I can see that, yessir!" he said.
"Then you'll let us go?"
"Well, I'm afraid it won't be that easy. I mean, you got a little indecent exposure happening here. Plus the speeding, of course."
"Oh officer, please!" Jennie wailed, spreading her legs slightly so that the flashlight could illuminate just a trace of her pink slit. "We didn't mean any harm!"
"Yeah, I was a kid once myself," the trooper said. "But I'm really afraid the law is the law. You know."
Jimmy stuffed his quickly withering cock back into his pants and was able. to zip himself. He reached for his wallet and handed the driver's license to the trooper.
"Uh huh...." the trooper said, not looking at the identification but still watching Jennie as she raised her hips off the seat and slid on her jeans. "Jimmy Haines ... you played quarterback for the Baker team?"
Jimmy grinned. "Yeah, that's right! First place."
"Uh huh. You beat out Mojave last year in the finals?"
"That's right. We beat 'em good!"
"My son was the quarterback on the Mojave team." The trooper handed the license back to Jimmy with a frown. "I'll take the girl with me, and follow you into town."
"But, officer!"
"But nothin', son. You just played for the wrong team!"
Jennie got out of the car and crawled into the front seat of the patrol car. The officer slid in behind the wheel and started off after Jimmy.
"Well, little girl, looks like you're in a heap of trouble."
Jennie sighed and nodded. She was beginning to have the distinct impression that all this had happened before.
"Could be there's a way out of this mess, know what I mean?"
Jennie looked over at the pudgy officer and her mouth fell open. The man had his penis in his hand and was rubbing himself into a massive erection. "A little cooperation ... you know?"
Jennie shrugged, slid across the seat and placed her fingers around his penis.
"That's better," the officer beamed. "And I'm sure you wouldn't mind coming home with me tonight. The wife and I got this special little playroom. I think you'll really enjoy that...."
Jennie laughed. "You don't happen to know a cop out by the beach known as the Captain, do you?"
The officer snapped around towards her. "The Captain? Shit, he's my brother!"
"Life is weird," Jennie mumbled as she leaned down onto the man's lap and slipped her lips around his penis. She prayed that Jimmy Haines was keeping a good eye on his rear view mirror. She knew she would need another rescue soon.
