"Hey, here's a hefty promise!" Carlyle Henderson, well-known director and occasional actor smiled as he tossed a half-read letter onto the low redwood table in front of him. His deeply tanned, ruggedly handsome face expressed extreme amusement as he stared down at the expanse of the Pacific Ocean that fanned out five hundred feet below the terrace of his isolated home on a cliff above Santa Barbara, California.
"She says she'd do anything in the world to be able to do a photographic article on me at home," he went on morosely, jamming his hands down into the faded old blue jeans he was wearing. "Anything in the world, including fuck, of course."
"Now, now, Carl," his exotic-looking, blonde-haired wife, a world renowned film actress, smilingly soothed him. "You can't be sure of that just from glancing at the poor girl's letter."
"The hell I can't," Valerie's husband grunted. His thick bushy brows, which were light blond in sharp contrast to his shaggy thatch of iron-gray hair, furrowed in an irascible scowl. "How many millions of these silly goddamn letters do you think I've gotten from young reporters and photographers in the last fifteen years and how many thousands of these dreamy-eyed, bird-brained cunts with their little ink-stained fingers do you think I've actually fucked in my life?"
"Hundreds? Thousands?" his wife queried maliciously. "Remember, darling, you're only thirty-nine."
"Thirty-eight," the actor-cum-director corrected her, leaning forward to take a tall iced drink from the table and downing what was left of it in one long swig.
"Thirty-eight is the figure we release to the admiring public," the third person on the terrace concurred in a drawling, slightly affected voice. "Close to fifty is the actual figure."
Guido DiStefano, the man speaking, was an immensely hairy man. Curly black hairs burst out between the buttons of his pearl white shirt, swarmed over his burly forearms and covered the tendons on the backs of his blunt muscular hands. His cheekbones were high and broad, his liquid black eyes slightly slanted, suggesting a mixture of many races, and in general his facial expression was stolid and impassive. In short, he looked more like a New York dock worker than what he actually was-the bodyguard and all-round general companion to one of the world's most renowned and popular film directors.
"Horseshit about being fifty!" Carlyle Henderson snorted. "A man is as young as he feels." He reached out for the letter again, his deep virile voice rising to a high imitative falsetto as he read from it.
"Oh, Mr. Henderson! I think your films are the most divinely directed things I've ever seen. They've really changed my whole concept of even still photography and have helped me get where I am today. You've been a real inspiration to me, and thousands of other young photographers, and that is why I would love to do a photographic article for my magazine on the way you live and work. I'm certain all your other admirers would love it as much as I do your work."
"Love!" he sneered, shifting back to his normal voice. "If I pinched one of her little titties, she'd probably squeal so loud at first you could hear her in Tokyo. Fix me another drink, will you, baby?" he added, holding his empty glass out to his wife. "That letter tickles the shit out of me. It makes me wish that innocent little bitch would come out, and I could fuck the shit out of her."
"You're drinking too much," Valerie admonished him in her low contralto voice as she stood to take his glass. She was a tall, deceptively slender-looking woman of thirty-one, who moved with the feline grace of a panther. Covered only by the scantiest of bikinis, her shapely curved ass cheeks were strikingly emphasized by the smallness of her waist and her long slim legs which tapered smoothly into dainty ankles. Although Henderson had been married to her for over three years, both he and DiStefano double-fucked her often. His and his bodyguard's eyes automatically shifted to follow the alluring sway of her hips as she walked to the nearby bar on wheels. Every step she took suggested the vibrant sexual power sleeping in the cunt up between her full, sinuous thighs. When she turned in profile, their eyes focused on her hugely thrusting tits which swelled out above and below the ridiculous little wisp of bikini bra she was wearing, rather than on the pure classical beauty of her delicately sculpted face.
"And," the silken-haired blonde went on, "the reason you're drinking too much is that you're not working. I think you need inspiration to get back in the middle of things. What's this girl's name?" she asked as she sloshed a healthy shot of scotch into Henderson's glass, adding ice and a brief squirt of soda.
"Jennifer Post," her husband answered gloomily. A stubborn look came over his craggy face and he began to absent-mindedly tap the pockets of his faded blue jeans for a pack of cigarettes. Then he remembered that he'd stopped smoking again.
"She sounds sweet and innocently sexy," Valerie pursued with inscrutable feminine logic. "I bet she fingerfucks her little pussy every night with one of your sexy movies on T.V. I bet her T.V. tube is all stained with her cunt juices."
"Oh, shaddap!" Henderson's deep-set flint-gray eyes glinted with amusement as he took his fresh drink from the smiling blonde-haired woman who had been sharing his bed for three years. One of the things he liked most about Valerie was that there wasn't a jealous bone in her body. She didn't mind him occasionally fucking a different pussy. On the contrary, she joined wholeheartedly in the fun and games.
"Well, I can tell you a few things," Guido DiStefano interposed sarcastically.
"Basically," Guido continued unhurriedly in his educated drawl, "she is open, warmhearted and sensual, but she has had an unhappy affair which has soured her on the physical aspects of love. She is not a virgin, but she wishes she were."
"You see! You see!" Valerie chimed in triumphantly. "I told you she was sexy."
"Oh, for Chrissake, Guido," Henderson growled. "I know you're not a goddamn genius, so would you mind telling me how you came up with that last little detail just by looking at her handwriting."
"Very simple, my dear maestro, handwriting's my hobby," the swarthy man replied blandly, passing the letter to his employer. "Look at all the letters that have rounded parts to them ... the b's, g's, d's and so forth. What do you see?"
"They're all round," Henderson observed. "Except the o's."
"Exactly," the huge bodyguard agreed. "One would expect the o's to be the roundest of all, but as they are symbolic of her violated cunt, they are all squashed together. She wishes she had never been fucked."
"But she is basically sensual," Valerie put in gleefully. "Which is why she fingerfucks her little pussy every night with one of your films on television."
"I wish you'd stop using that word fingerfuck," Henderson told her testily. "It happens to be one of my least favorite words in the whole English language."
"Very interesting," Guido remarked with a sly wink at Valerie. "Two Well-rounded fs...."
"And don't start analyzing me, you bastard," Henderson scowled at the younger man. "I can still out-fuck you any day."
"Come ... come, boys. You're both great in the sack. But you've both been good boys for too long."
Valerie smiled impishly at the huge bodyguard. "To get the great man functioning properly again, we've got to get him laid by one of these magazine pussycats. Right?"
"Right." Guido smiled. "And me, too!"
"Fuck you both," Henderson growled. He gazed pensively in the direction of the Pacific. The great redwood trees alongside his home were already casting long shadows toward the terrace. It was getting late, and now the distant ocean was glittering like a sheet of blue metal in the slanting rays of the afternoon sun. Sometimes he regretted moving so far north of Hollywood that he could no longer go out in the evening and pick up his own cunts along Sunset Boulevard, but there were just too goddamn many people down there in tinsel town....
Most of the time he was perfectly content. Valerie was more than enough woman for any man, and when life grew a little monotonous, there were neighbors living in private hidden valleys, two, three, five miles away, and they exchanged informal parties where more or less anything went. Wives and mistresses were freely swapped when there was a mutual urge, so a change of cunt now and then was no problem. It was just that month in and month out, the cunts fucked and tasted were more or less the same.
Maybe Valerie had a point. A bright new pussy around the house for a while might be just what he needed to get him in the mood to direct again. It was true that he had been in the doldrums for over a year. He had all kinds of offers from the studio but just couldn't work up the initiative he'd always had before, and now, without it, he would just make a bad picture. Yes ... what he needed was a shot of youth and he wondered what Jennifer Post would look like.
"Yeeeaaahh," he drawled finally. "Well, just how do you propose getting me laid by one of these magazine pussycats?"
"You're the film director," Guido pointed out. "Now that I've pin-pointed the problem for you, dear sir, you ought to be able to figure something out."
"Well, he hasn't so far," Valerie remarked tartly. "This Jennefer says she'll do anything just to shoot some photographs, so why don't we just get her up here, and play it by ear?"
"Actually, she doesn't use the expression 'do anything,' " Guido said, tapping the letter. "That was just a bit of poetic license on Carly's part. What she really says is that she needs the work, and he would be an excellent subject because she admires his film work very much."
"Oh shit!" Valerie exclaimed indignantly. "That doesn't sound like love. She just wants to make a name for herself."
"Wait a second," Henderson said slowly, a look of intense concentration coming over his granite-like features. "Love doesn't have to enter into it. Obviously she likes my films in some corny way and thinks I'm an important member of the human race. So if she thought I was in danger, or being cheated on, her natural reaction would be to try to help me, right? Unless she's completely full of shit, which she probably is," he added with a grimace of distaste.
"I see," Valerie sniggered sarcastically.
"When Jennifer arrives, you could be out on the terrace with a gun, ready to shoot yourself and Guido, and I will be down here wringing my hands, but we can't reason with you in your suicidal despair. So Jennifer will call up to you and say, 'Oh, Carlyle, Carlyle, please don't shoot!' And you will beat your chest and shout, 'Yes, yes. Everybody hates me. I'm going to shoot.' And she will cry, 'Carlyle, Carlyle, everybody doesn't hate you. I love you!' You're teetering on the very edge of pulling the trigger now, and you peer down at her with tears in your eyes and say in a broken voice, 'Will you let me fuck you?' 'Oh Carlyle, yesss!' she wails. So you retire to the bedroom for a pleasant half-hour in her pussy. How's that for a scenario?"
"Not bad." Carlyle grinned at her. "But it has one basic defect. It's selfish. It leaves out Guido. I'm the only one who gets to fuck her."
"That's right," Valerie admitted ruefully. "It leaves me out, too, for that matter. I might want a taste of her pussy if she's as beautiful and sexy as my intuition tells me she is."
"Sure," Carlyle leered at her. It was no secret to him that Valerie liked a taste of pussy herself every once in a while, and he certainly didn't hold that against her. In fact, he highly approved. Being with another woman seemed to switch on some extra sexual circuit in her brain, and for about a week after she had sucked cunt she would be so hot to fuck and so inventive with him he had all he could do to handle her. The memory of some of the things she had done to him made his thick cock lurch yearningly against the faded fabric of his blue jeans, but he forced his thoughts back to the matter at hand.
"So if this Jennifer isn't a real dog," he summed up, "we would all like to-ah-plow her hot little cunt, right?"
"Right!" His wife and bodyguard chorused enthusiastically.
"Well," Henderson said slowly, "the solution is simple. When Jennifer Post arrives, Carlyle Henderson will be mysteriously absent. In fact, unless she's a very good girl, Carlyle Henderson won't show up at all during her visit."
"If you're not here, you're gonna have a hard time fucking her." Valerie giggled.
"Oh, I'll be here!" Henderson exclaimed, "but I'll be somebody else. I'll be Carlyle Henderson's agent ... and his brother, which will explain the physical resemblance. She probably carries a picture of me around in a locket between her hot little tits."
"Yeah ... So?" Valery prompted. "Explain the rest to me, you egotistical bastard."
"Aaaah, would that be the old evil scheming brother trick?" Guido asked, sudden comprehension lighting up his swarthy countenance. "The evil scheming brother who is stealing Carlyle's money? Fucking his wife on the side, and who will stop at nothing? Not even murder?"
"Right on!" Henderson shouted boisterously. "I knew there was some reason I hired you as a bodyguard, you sneaky son of a bitch. Nobody could put anything over on you."
"And, uh...." All sign of intelligence abruptly left Guido's face. He scruffed his thick black hair down over his forehead and slumped his burly shoulders. "And, besides his evil brother, there'll just be the half-wit bodyguard and handyman who can't hardly speak English ... a Mafia type...."
"Well, maybe, not too stupid, just boring," Henderson corrected. "You'll have to meet Jennifer at the airport, and drive her here. But you don't know where Henderson is."
"Naw, I ain't see the boss in, uh, lemme uh...." Guido stammered dully.
Valerie leaped suddenly to her feet with a wicked gleam in her dark blue eyes.
"Oh, how do you do, Miss Post," she trilled in an artificially stilted voice, extending a slender drooping hand to an imaginary visitor. "I'm Valerie Henderson, Mr. Henderson's wife ... I hope you had a pleasant journey ... No, I'm sorry, Mr. Henderson isn't home right now. That is, Mr. Carlyle Henderson isn't home, but his brother, who acts as his general agent is-Mr. ... uh ... Larry Henderson."
"Fine, fine," Henderson encouraged her. Larry Henderson it is."
"No, we don't know exactly when Mr. Henderson will be back. He has this way of just disappearing, for days at a time...." Valerie let her voice trail off ambiguously, then asked, "How am I as the ding-dong wife?"
"Perfect, baby!" Henderson enthused. "As soon as she hears that she's gonna know something's fishy. Because if anyone does not look like a ding-dong, it's you."
"So Jennifer is gonna get suspicious and worried," Valerie continued, her dark eyes sparkling mischievously as the full implications of the plot unfolded in her mind. Maybe she'll accidentally overhear something that will make her think that her beloved Carlyle is really in danger."
"That's right! That's right!" Carlyle applauded. "And she'll do anything to help him."
"Yeah ... Maybe she'll even fuck the dumb guy that drives the car, and plays bodyguard." Guido sniggered. "Where shall we say that poor Henderson has disappeared to, anyway?"
"Oh, we'll work it out, we'll work it out," Henderson assured them expansively. "We've got plenty of time. She's flying in next week? Write her a letter and ask her to come out Saturday after next. I'll give Martino and Maria the weekend off, so there'll just be the three of us here."
"I hope it works," Valerie said with mock wistfulness. "Sometimes I get awfully lonesome being the only woman around here. I can't really confide in Maria. She's too old."
"And fat," Henderson added knowingly. Out of the blue, another detail of the plot flashed into his mind. Christ, if things worked out right he could be lying in the bed next to his own wife when she went to work on the young photographer's cunt. The idea suddenly made him feel horny as hell. He yawned and stretched elaborately.
"All this brain work has me worn out," he said casually with a lewd little glance at his wife's bikini-encased ass cheeks. "I think I'll take a little nap before dinner."
Both Guido and Valerie broke out laughing simultaneously. "Brother," Valerie groaned. "If you can't act any better than that, our little scenario is gonna fall flat as a pancake." She got up and ruffled his wiry iron-gray hair affectionately. "Come on, my brainy boy, let's go take a little nappy together, huh?"
CHAPTER TWO
A soft reddish light filtered through the floor-length curtain that shielded the Henderson's spacious, luxuriously furnished bedroom from the hot California winter sun. Still dressed in his faded blue jeans, the famous film director lay spread-eagled on his back on his king-sized bed, staring absentmindedly up at the ceiling. His thoughts were far away ... a magazine office back in New York City somewhere, to be exact, and he was trying to guess whether the little girl photographer coming out would be blonde or brunette.
As Valerie's glossy hair was honey-blonde, it would be preferable that Jennifer's be black or brown. In his mind's eye he pictured the two girls lying belly to belly with their heads buried lasciviously between each other's legs, the silky blonde tresses and hot licking tongue of the one tangling with the curly black pussy hairs of the other ... and vice versa.
"Valerie!" he roared as his hardening cock gave another painfully aching throb. "You're tasty enough, goddamnit! Come out here!"
The sound of the shower in the adjoining bathroom abruptly stopped, and in a moment his wife appeared, naked except for the white towel wrapped turban-like around her head. She stood in the doorway, smiling teasingly at him as he stared hungrily across the room at her. The twin white streaks left by her bikini across her chest and pelvis emphasized the proud thrust of her huge, full tits and the flowering curve of her shapely hips centered by the alluring blondish forest of the fleece-like cunt curls covering her pussy mound. Henderson never ceased to marvel at the way she could appear as slender and willowly as a child sometimes while she was obviously the essence of the fully developed sensual female.
He licked his lips and said thickly, "C'mere, for Chrissake.-Whaddya mean by washing away all your cunt juices?"
"Tasty enough for what?" she asked him innocently, going back to what he had said before. "What am I tasty enough for?"
"Tasty enough to eat!" Henderson grunted hoarsely.
"Uh-uh." She shook her head, lewdly stroking the tempting silky cunt hairs between her thighs. "I'm saving this for Jennifer! You dirty old man," she added, nodding at the tent-like bulge in the crotch of his pants. "You've been thinking about fucking her, too."
"Bah!" Henderson snorted. "The kid's probably a frigid, titless, hatchet-faced volleyball player, anyway. She's probably captain of the team and thinks hitting a leather ball over a net is the biggest deal in life."
"You've got a point there," Valerie admitted, advancing sinuously across the room, her huge, voluptuous tits bouncing as she walked. "Beside, I think you deserve a little reward for coming up with such a brilliant way of fucking the little bitch, whatever she looks like! If it doesn't work with Jennifer, We can always try it on one of those other pussycats who want to write about or take a few pix of the great man, huh? Now just relax, great man, and let little Valerie do the rest. I wasn't a success in the movies for nothing, you know."
"For sure, for sure," Henderson breathed contentedly. He closed his eyes and let-his head fall back on the cool sheet, feeling her soft fingers pluck off his sandals, unbutton his shirt and then begin to tug at his belt. By God, he mused, there was no better way in the whole fucking world to spend a late afternoon than just to lie spread out on a comfortable bed and have some beautiful broad suck you off, and lap away your cum juices after it was all over. He couldn't begin to remember the number of times his amorous young wife had slaved over his cock and balls ... Sometimes the physical sensation was stronger than others, but the deep inner thrill was always there ... Always just as powerful. The thrill of conquest and power and the knowledge that this beautiful woman really enjoyed sucking his thick hard cock deep into her throat. Christ, she actually would blast out her cum in her cunt when he came in her mouth. Her stomach swelled out exactly as if he had shot his load of hot cum deep up her hot little pussy, her ass cheeks jerked and quivered ... It was a hot, lewd impression he could never quite get over.
"Oooohhh," Valerie purred contentedly as she finally managed to pull down the stubborn zipper on his faded pants, and his thick swollen cock sprang up in a stiffened arc toward her hungrily waiting mouth. She certainly had the old fart well-trained, she chuckled inwardly to herself. He couldn't wait for her to start sucking him. Of course it was the last thing she would ever admit to Henderson but she was secretly flattered every time she saw the thick hard physical proof of his undiminished desire to fuck her. The first time she'd gone to bed with the famous man, she'd thought it would be just another one-night stand ... He had the reputation for fucking girls like a madman all night long, then never seeing them again.
She'd thought it would be that way with her, but she didn't care. She just wanted to give a night's pleasure to the man who'd given her so much pleasure through his great films. She'd had no ulterior designs on him, and maybe that's why they'd struck it off so well. Three years now of marriage, and she knew and loved every little vein and ridge on the surface of the long thick hard cock that was straining so potently up to her. Already there was a little drop of cum glittering in the tiny gaping slit at the end of the heavily swollen head.
"Lift up, darling," she whispered excitedly, pricking him slightly with her sharp lacquered nails just where the dense growth of wiry pubic hairs began on his lower belly. When he arched his ass up off the bed, she quickly pulled down his fadded pants, revealing the sturdy sinewy legs that showed no sign at all of fifty years' wear and tear. In fact, neither Guido nor she could keep up with Carlyle when he took them hiking in the mountains behind the house. He didn't seem to have lost any of his youthful vigor ... In more ways than one, she added to herself, eagerly eyeing the large cum-swollen balls that sagged heavily down onto the sheet beneath the rigidly throbbing shaft of his cudgel-like cock.
Hurriedly, she yanked his pants all the way off, and climbed up on the bed to hunch down on all fours between his strong muscular thighs. Tenderly, she scooped one hand under the crinkled sac of his balls and began to gently knead them together while her thumb and forefinger of her other hand stroked the loose foreskin of his cock up and down the still-expanding girth of the rockhard shaft of flesh.
As if drawn by a magnet, her open mouth sank closer and closer to the bulbous pulsating cock-head with its inviting little gift of cum glistening in the end. The pungent virile smell of him filled her flaring nostrils and suddenly she could hold back no longer. Her moist pink tongue speared out and hungrily flicked in the droplet of cum welling up in the tiny little cum-slit. Her whole vibrantly sensual body quivered deliciously at the first tangy taste of the heated flood of cock juices she knew would soon follow. Her full lips instinctively ovaled in anticipation, and her head sank slowly down toward his potent hardness.
Carlyle's breath caught in his throat, and in spite of himself his fevered loins jerked up convulsively when he felt Valerie's warm wet mouth finally close softly around his frantically throbbing cock-head. Christ, it was always that first mind-blowing pressure of her moist warm lips around the sensitive blood-swollen tip of his cock that started him racing up the trail he had travelled so often but which was never exactly the same. He grunted with pleasure as he felt the whole bulging end of his aching rod fuck smoothly all the way inside the velvety welcoming cavity of her mouth. Jesus Chirst, it was always like going home, every time he fucked her in the face.
From long experience, Valerie knew exactly what would excite her virile husband the most. She began swirling her slickly pointed tongue maddeningly around the tender underside of his heavily jerking cock, darting it into the delicate little cleft where the foreskin began and licking up all the moistly seeping stickiness from the end with nerve-tingling little swipes of her agile tongue tip.
Henderson groaned and his eyes flew open. He had to watch her devour his cock up between her beautiful lips! Blindly he grabbed a pillow from behind him and wadded it under his neck. Just the sight of the end of his thick cock sunk up between Valerie's tautly ovaled lips seemed to multiply the erotic sensation a thousand times, and she hadn't even really gotten down to the business of sucking cock yet. He could feel this was going to be a real blast. One of those rare times that stood out in memory long after most of the others had blended together.
The idea that at last he might get to fuck one of those tight-assed young magazine bitches who were always simpering over his films had really made him hot. In his mind's eye he substituted soft brown tresses for Valerie's silken blonde hair and a frightened school-girlish face for the blonde's older, more sophisticated features. Yeah! he fucked brutally upward, driving half of his thick rigid cock into the startled mouth hovering over his loins. Yeah! He'd fuck this Jennifer Post in the face first!
He fucked vengefully upward again, but this time his slavishly sucking wife was prepared. His stiffly swollen cock fucked smoothly between her moist, lewdly stretched lips and deep up into the warmly sheathing softness of her throat. When she drew her mouth slowly back up the glistening distended length of his cock, Henderson felt the sharp edges of her small white teeth gently scraping its tumid underside, milking even more cum from the tiny little cum-hole at the end at which she sucked gluttonously, making a hungry obscene slurping noise with her tongue. A jolt of pure erotic energy exploded somewhere deep in his body, causing his loins to buck so violently that his cock popped out of her mouth with the sound of a reluctant cork being pulled from a bottle.
With an anguished little moan, Valerie trapped the thick base of the rigidly twitching member in her slender hand and plummeted her hungry mouth down over the pulsing, blood-swollen head again, reveling in the renewed contact, lashing it furiously with her darting tongue as if to punish it for its momentary desertion. Then, suddenly, she plunged her head fiercely down, taking almost all the wildly throbbing penis deep in her throat and began to suck steadily, swallowing more and more of Carlyle's hot virile hardness on each downward thrust as if she wanted to fill herself with it completely, to become one with it, to become a huge, heavily throbbing cock herself.
Of their own accord, Henderson's hips began a slow rhythmic upward grind to meet the noisily sucking mouth wrapped tightly around his heavily probing hardness. His thick, rigid rod of flesh glistened wetly with a mixture of his cum-juices and her saliva, and he watched, fascinated, as it disappeared farther and farther up between her obscenely stretched lips on each upthrust. Christ! She really meant business this time! Her big luscious tits danced and jerked crazily under her bucking torso, and her entire naked, sun-bronzed body was covered with a delicate sheen of female sweat as she labored to bring him to the supreme pinnacle of his erotic pleasure, a throat-filling cum into her hungrily sucking mouth.
And he was getting there! The muscles of his hard, flat stomach tightened visibly as he began to fuck his thick bulging cock faster and faster into the pliant softness of her warm, willing mouth. She was swallowing almost all of the frenziedly throbbing shaft now. Only the massive base of it still showed, glistening wet and white through his dark cock hairs, but still she kept on with her insatiable sucking as if she wanted to gorge herself once and for all on his hot, blood-filled hardness. Moist pink ridges pulled out from her tightly clinging lips as she drew her mouth back tip the iron-hard column, then compressed into thin lines as she pumped her face down on it again, and her hungry tongue never ceased its tireless explorations.
"Suck it, baby I" Henderson groaned hoarsely, straining his head up off the pillow to see her better. He reached down and tangled one muscular hand in her disheveled hair to make sure she kept up the fantastic pace. "Jesus. Just keep sucking it like that!"
He was running up that familiar, but ever-changing trail of blasting out his hotly spurting cum by leaps and bounds now. His heart was pounding so hard he could hardly breathe, but he had to keep going. Like when he was a kid. He had to reach the top of the mountain before sunset. Yeah! That was it! Before sunset and already there was a dim rosy glow in the west, in his brain, in his whole body! His loins bucked up against Valerie's face so fast in the throes of his sensual mouthfucking delight that it was almost as if he really were running a race against time, pushing his cock and balls to the limits of their endurance, beyond the limits of their endurance. Sweat poured down his face, and he gulped in air like a man on the verge of collapse. Then, just when he thought he couldn't stand the agonizing suspense of the wildly building cum a second longer, the flaming orb of the sun dropped like a lead weight down over the horizon of his brain, and he simultaneously reached the peak of his private mountain and a wild, cheek-ballooning cum!
"Jeee-zzuussss!" he groaned with a mind-blowing sense of release from the erotic tension as the boiling flood of his pent-up cock juices burst from his overcharged cock-head into his wife's eagerly gulping mouth. Spurt after endless spurt of the hot, life-giving fluid geysered up from the depths of his balls that had never been plumbed that deeply before, and hard as she tried, his wife couldn't swallow it all.
The burly film director collapsed backwards on the bed with a fading after-image of the brown-haired young photographer's cheeks ballooning out and a trickle of viscous white cum dribbling from a corner of her tautly cock-stretched mouth. Then he heard his wife moan and felt her naked sweat-drenched body begin to quiver and shake between his outstretched legs. She gave an explosive gasp and he knew that she had reached her own orgasm inside her hot little cunt, too. Her quaking belly swelled suddenly as if it really had been filled by the deluge of his heated cum, and she pumped her head frantically up and down on his slowly deflating cock in time to the shuddering spasms of her own hotly flaring cunt lips below.
Valerie continued to suck until she had swallowed the last drop of her husband's precious cock juices, then she crawled up beside him and laid her head in the hollow of his shoulder.
"Hmmmm, that was nice," she murmured in his ear, licking his own cum hotly around the edges of it.
Henderson reached one hand down between her legs and combed his fingers up through the hotly dripping valley of her still violently trembling cunt. One by one he licked his fingers clean of her fragrant female cum juices with appreciative little smacks of his tongue.
"Yeah, it was nice," he agreed dreamily. "Did I ever tell you about the time when I was a kid-my daddy bet me a dime I couldn't start out at noon and climb this mountain we had in our backyard by the time the sun set...." His voice trailed off.
"Nooooo," Valerie purred drowsily.
"Well, I will sometime," the famous film director promised the silken-haired beauty nestling on his shoulder. The last thought he had before drifting off to sleep was ... Shit! Almost fifty years old and fucking was still getting better. Then he dreamed of a young girl with a flashing helmet of soft brown hair and wide, frightened blue eyes, holding her legs opened wide for him, her hotly flooding little cunt hole glistening with her hesitant desire for him to fuck her to kingdom come and back....
CHAPTER THREE
Jennifer Post felt happier and more at peace than she had ever felt in her life as she walked slowly across a dark, deserted Washington Square Park hand in hand with Robert Clark. A light winter mist was falling, but they were both New Yorkers, born and bred, and Jennifer knew that Robert was enjoying the cool feathery touch of the mist on his face as much as she was. She tossed back her glistening soft brown hair and glanced adoringly up at his handsome Clark Kent-type profile with its high-bridged aristocratic nose. By the light of a distant street lamp she saw that there was a faint smile on his thin sensitive lips.
They really shared so many things in common, she mused contentedly. They had the same tastes in theater and music, the same love of the tranquil secluded life to be found only in Greenwich Village and above all, the same sensible controlled attitude toward sex. Robert, who was not only her fiance, but her chief editor at the magazine where she worked as a junior photographer in the theater personalities section, understood her completely in that domain. Early in their relationship she had told him about the really stupid, meaningless way she had lost her virginity ... in the back room of a fraternity house after a graduation celebration from college. Since she was so drunk when it had happened, that time, she had always considered herself a technical, if not a physical, virgin ... and he had sympathized wholeheartedly with the feeling of repugnance for sex that the drunken incident had left her with.
That feeling would pass with time, he had assured her. Meanwhile, there were other aspects of love to be explored. The union of two minds joined in perfect understanding was far more important than the mere sexual coupling of two bodies. It was in this direction that he had delicately guided her, away from the physical side of love and into the realms of theater and music. Sex between them had been limited to an innocent peck or two which she had firmly stopped whenever he had seemed to be getting too close to her pussy or breasts. He had never once complained and she was deeply grateful to him. They were to be married someday in the undetermined future and she was certain that by then she would be ready to be a proper sexually prepared wife to him.
"The only trouble with that play," her fiance said abruptly, "is that it was too obscure in its meaning and totally without proper direction. The director obviously subscribes to Arthur Miller's 'deep-message school' but it seems to me there are better ways of putting a point across to the audience without having them groaning all night."
He was referring to the new play by Jacob Hans they had just seen and Jennifer knew that he had been thinking about it ever since they had left the theater. What he had just expressed in his clipped, rather nasal upper New York State accent was his final considered opinion and it summed up very exactly and concisely her own, more emotional reaction to those aspects of the play. She squeezed his hand gratefully to let him know how much she agreed with him and how perceptive he was.
"Coming over for a drink?" he asked, smiling thinly down at her.
"Of course!" Jennifer exclaimed, thinking it strange that he should ask her that when she had to get up so early in the morning. But it would be their last night together for several weeks. She was leaving the next day for her first major photographic job for the magazine. It was one that she had arranged herself as a personal "coup," and it had caused much envy and jealousy among her cohorts. She looked around then, and saw only a few solitary lights still blazing here and there in the dark silent, apartment building. It was late and she had agreed to go to his apartment in order to have this one last drink with Robert. She squeezed his hand again and looked questioningly up at his pale smiling face. "Just a quick one."
"I dunno. Just might keep you there in bondage for a whole month and not let you go!" he drawled laconically.
"Liar!" Jennifer laughed gaily up at him, realizing that he was teasing her. She linked her arm through his and began to pull him more rapidly along the wet gravel walk toward the two-story brownstone on the edge of the park where he lived with Rod Garrett, another editor at the magazine. Jennifer was sure all her friends from her own apartment thought she was sleeping with Robert when she visited him in his house, but she had never tried to set them straight because she knew they just wouldn't understand the true nature of the relationship.
"Really, Jennifer," Robert protested a trifle irritably. "There's no hurry. Actually, we've got all night!"
"Not me," she answered, puzzled but not concerned by his statement.
They ran up the stairs to the porch of the old brownstone where he lived just as the snow began to pelt down in earnest. The streets and sidewalks were covered now.
"A real snowstorm, no less," Robert murmured as he unlocked the front door and led the way toward the living room, flicking on lights. He took her heavy coat and hung it in the hall along with his own. "At this point I should suggest that you spend the night."
"Oh, you know I have to be back in time to get packed tonight for my trip tomorrow," Jennifer reminded him. She entered the comfortably furnished living room, looking around to see if she could spot the reference book on films she had asked him to get for her.
"No, you don't have to be there tomorrow," Robert corrected her curtly. "You've got your vacation tacked on to this assignment, too. You can do as you please."
"But I've still got that appointment with Carlyle Henderson and must be there by tomorrow to meet him. Besides I still live in that apartment," the young woman objected, a little startled by the sharpness of his manner.
'Your clothes are there," he conceded. "But nothing says you have to be there with them. What's the matter? Don't you trust me?" He swung around to face her with a challenging, almost angry expression on his long, pale face.
"Of course, I trust you, Robert," Jennifer reproached him in a hurt tone of voice. "It's just that I know I have to be back in time to pack things ... Now where's that drink of mine?" she asked with a wheedling smile.
"Oh, yes, the drink." Frowning, the tall young man strode out of the room down the hall toward the kitchen.
Jennifer crossed to the mirror over the fireplace mantel and began to fluff the snow flakes from her soft auburn hair. She gave the impression of being just another pretty girl until one noticed her eyes. They were remarkably large and clear, of a brilliant iridescent blue which seemed to change shade with the slightest variation of light, ranging from luminous cobalt to a dark mysterious mauve.
Those extraordinarily beautiful eyes brought out the perfect symmetry of her heart-shaped face. The forehead was broad and the cheekbones wide-set but the cheeks themselves narrowed sharply in piquant curves to a small firm chin. Her nose was straight and slender, with just the slightest suggestion of an upward tilt at the end, and her lips, when she was relaxed, were full and ripe, almost pouting. When unobserved, she moved with the lithe, controlled grace of a highly trained Olympic figure skater, which in fact, she was. She had been skating since she was six years old and at the age of seven had been accepted as a pupil by Regina Insman, a 1950's Olympic gold medal winner for Sweden. But after several years she decided she preferred a more normal life than the disciplined regimen of figure skating in competition. She had continued to skate for her own pleasure, but the long hours of physical discipline showed in every unconscious movement she made. Her walk was an unpracticed study in sensuality that few other women possessed.
"I'm afraid we're all out of wine," Robert announced as he strode back into the room. "I didn't want to buy another bottle just before leaving, so we'll just have to drink up Rod's scotch. He left this morning on an assignment in Mexico, by the way." He darted a sharp glance at Jennifer, who was watching him with a puzzled expression on her face. "He said he hoped you had a wonderful trip and asked me to give you his love."
"Really?" Jennifer replied absent-mindedly. "That was nice." She watched her fiance pour two large shots of whiskey into the glasses and wondered what had suddenly gotten into him. He knew perfectly well that she never drank anything but a little wine ... not since that awful night she had gotten her cherry fucked away in that fraternity house. She was certain the boys had spiked the punch with something hard, otherwise ... anyway she'd been drunk when she was practically raped in a back room of the house and had sworn never to touch alcohol again except in very moderate amounts.
"Yes," Robert went on blandly. "I do believe my dear friend, Rod, has a secret crush on you."
"Oh, Robert!" Jennifer exclaimed as the light finally dawned on her. "I hardly know Rod. I've never even spoken to him when you weren't there. You're not jealous, are you?"
"No." The tall young editor sighed. "But I'm human. Here," he ordered, holding out one of the glasses to her. "Sit down and drink this. I mean it!"
Not wishing to offend him further until she found out what it was all about, Jennifer took the glass and sipped timidly from it. The taste and odor of the alcohol immediately made her feel nauseous but Robert gulped down his drink and quickly poured himself another before coming over to sit down on the couch beside her. There was a film of sweat on his high pale forehead.
"Jennifer," he said in a controlled tone of voice as if he was starting a lecture in one of his classes. "I've been patient with you, haven't I?"
"Of course, Robert. You've been wonderful," the young girl assured him warmly.
"I've known you for a full year now ... and I've never once hurried you or tried to make you do anything you didn't want to. Have I?"
"No." Jennifer responded like a good employee being lectured by the boss.
"Well...." Robert looked piercingly at her with his pale hazel eyes. "The time has come." He deepened his voice and let the last words hang portentously in the air.
"For what?" Jennifer asked hesitantly, thinking that perhaps he was going to ask her to marry him now instead of waiting as they had planned.
"For you to sleep with me, dammit!" He jumped up and started to pace nervously back and forth in front of her, darting quick angry looks at her from under his sandy brows.
"But, Robert, I-I just can't!" Jennifer Wailed when the shock of what he had said wore off. It was the last thing in the world she had expected to hear. "I just caaaannnn't!"
"Why not!" her fiance snapped. Abruptly he reached down and tightly circled her slender wrist with his long fingers. "Come on, Jennifer!" he ordered in a compelling voice. "This farce has gone on long enough. We're going to the bedroom. It's for your own good, believe me!"
Jennifer was so accustomed to trusting and obeying him that she let herself be pulled out into the hall and up the stairs to his bedroom before she really knew what was happening. The tall young man snapped on the bedside light and looked at her with a triumphant expression from behind his thick horned-rimmed glasses.
"All right," he said confidently. "Now undress me."
"Wh-wha-at!" the young girl stammered, looking dazedly around the rather small, simply furnished bedroom where she had never even been before. Everything was so neat, she noted ... His hairbrush and comb, shaving things, and a few toilet articles were arranged on the dresser with a kind of mathematical precision that was completely different from the colorful helter-skelter disorder that usually prevailed in her own room. She wondered if she could ever learn to keep house for him the way he would want it to be kept.
"I said, undress me," Robert repeated calmly. "It's high time you got over your abnormal fear of the male body and this is the best way to start. I know I haven't got the greatest physique in the world," he added smugly, "But everything functions adequately. You may rest assured on that point."
He slipped out of his Harris tweed sport jacket and pulled off his tie. "Now you do the rest," he directed her. "Start with the shoes. After all if we're going to get married, it's better that you see what you're getting."
"But I've already seen you, Robert!" Jennifer protested tearfully. "In a bathing suit!"
"You haven't seen all of me," he remarked pointedly.
"Oh, Robert!" she wailed despairingly. "I thought you understood!"
"I understand one thing quite clearly," the tall man lectured her sternly. "If something causes you pain, you naturally fear it. But if something gives you pleasure, you like it. Your single experience back in college with the male sexual organ caused you both pain and shame. Tonight," he summed up complacently, 'I'm going to give you pleasure and you'll see how quickly your attitude will change. Now take off my shoes."
Jennifer wanted to turn and run out of his house. She wanted the innocent warmth of her own untidy room across the park, but instead she obediently knelt and began to fumble with the laces of her fiance's shoes. Robert had always been right in his judgments on the theater and music and things like that, she reasoned to herself, so maybe he was right about this too. She certainly felt strange, kneeling at his feet like a slave. A weird, unnatural excitement gripped her sensuous young tits beneath her bra as she pulled off his shoes and looked up the whole length of his body at his gaunt face. There was an expression in his eyes she had never seen before. Gloating ... almost sadistic
"Now the pants," he ordered hoarsely.
Still on her knees, Jennifer straightened up and with trembling hands unbuckled his belt which was on the same level as her eyes. A lurid thrill raced up and down her spine as she undid the top button of his pants, then reached for his zipper. When she had pulled it halfway down, the pants fell to the floor, puddling around his thin legs, and she was staring at the huge bulge in his shorts a few inches from her nose. Her nostrils quivered and dilated sharply as she caught her first whiff of an aroused male cock through the tightly stretched cloth. She looked beseechingly up at her fiance but there was no sign of relenting on his stern face.
"Take 'em off!" he grunted coarsely.
God, he'd turned into a completely different person, Jennifer thought miserably to herself. Nothing remained of the gentle, understanding Robert she had known and admired for a whole year. Still, she had to trust him ... Revulsion, mixed with some other unfamiliar sensation, stirred deep in the pit of her stomach as she slipped the fingers of both hands under the elastic band of the shorts and very slowly, very reluctantly, pulled down....
"Ohhhh!" She jerked awkwardly back as his long sinewy cock jerked out toward her face with the speed of a striking snake. It twitched spasmodically as if it regretted not having caught her and the thin little vertical eye in the dark red, bulbous tip glittered with a slight drop of moisture seeping from it. It was still growing, she saw uneasily, stretching out to her in a hardening arc with the thin, cape-like skin slipping back of its own accord as the mushrooming tip continued to expand right before her dazed eyes. It was the first time she had actually ever seen an erect male cock because the time in the back of the fraternity house there had just been a lot of nervous fumbling in the dark, then sudden searing pain up between her thighs as the guy fucked into her, and afterwards shame and remorse. Tears welled up into her large blue eyes at the memory of that awful night, and the cunt-splitting fuck she had received returned unbidden to her.
"What are you crying about, for godsake?" Robert asked her in an exasperated tone of voice. "There's nothing to cry about. It's just an ordinary cock, like a million others."
"I was th ... thinking of that other time," the young girl sobbed brokenly.
"Well, don't think about that other time," her fiance ordered her impatiently. "Think about this time. It won't be a sordid, animalistic rape in the back of a frat house but a nice civilized fuck in bed!"
Jennifer shivered as he deliberately emphasized the obscene word and in spite of herself she felt a responding flash of lewd excitement ripple up through her pussy below. She stared wonderingly up at him. He'd never used words like "fuck" in her presence before and somehow she'd never dreamed he would. This was a completely new side to him which she'd never suspected. Her gaze dropped back to his long rigid cock which was now ramrod stiff, jutting out from its growth of sandy pubic hairs like a blunted lance. God, it looked so long! She was sure it would make her bleed again, just as if she were still a virgin, when he fucked it into her cunt.
"Go ahead, touch it," Robert insisted. "It won't bite." He reached down and caught her hand before she could pull away, placing it tenderly on the warmly throbbing shaft. Jennifer felt a galvanic shock jolt through every nerve end in her body at the first contact with his heavily pulsing cock. He moved her hand up and down its turgid length and she could feel the ridges of muscle and swollen veins sliding smoothly beneath the silky skin. A strange dizzying sense of power stole over her and she tightened her grip on the lust-hardened rod of flesh. She was teasing the sharp tips of her fingernails into the softer under side and stroking the loose foreskin all the way up until it completely covered the bulging cone-like head. Then she slipped it down again to the thickly pulsating base buried in his wiry pubic hairs. When she accelerated the rhythmic movement of her hand up and down his feverishly throbbing member, her fiance groaned through gritted teeth and pulled away.
"Okay," he panted in a hoarse voice. "Let's get our clothes off and fuck." He kicked away his pants and shorts, hastily unbuttoned his shirt and in no time towered nakedly above her, his thin hairless chest heaving rapidly as he stared greedily down at her. He reached down and drew her up to him, grinding his thin lips down against her fuller, softer ones, spearing his long pointed tongue deep into the cavern of her mouth while with one hand he jerked impatiently at the zipper on the side of her skirt.
God, he's going to jam it and break it, Jennifer thought distractedly to herself. It seemed hard to believe that the man now swirling his tongue passionately around hers was the same composed urbane individual who could talk so wittily on the forms of Shakespearian theater in the 1500's or other equally obscure subjects. He gave a little moan as she finally let him suck her own tongue up into his mouth ... as if she had made him a present of something sacred ... and she could feel his long rock-hard cock burning into the soft flesh of her belly through the fabric of her skirt. Finally she managed to disconnect her mouth from his and draw back.
"Here. Let me do it," she said, pushing his hand away from the zipper. With an outward show of calm she shed her skirt and blouse but as she stood in front of him naked except for bra and panties, she was trembling like a leaf inside. She hoped and prayed she could go through with him fucking her, and not disappoint him, but he was like a complete stranger to her now. The taste of scotch in his mouth had almost completely killed the beginnings of erotic excitement she had felt when she held his cock in her hand.
"Come on!" he urged her huskily, avidly drinking in her huge young tits. She had an ideal figure skating body ... a long, slender neck and graceful arms, huge firm tits and long narrow waist which flowered into shapely hips and beautifully rounded, tapering thighs. She looked at him as if she were poised to figure skate like Dorothy Hamil, just waiting for the music to begin.
"Come on, let's get on the bed," he repeated, circling her silky-skinned waist with one arm and leading her to the bed. Impetuously, he ripped off all the top covers and laid her on the sheet which she could tell had just come from the laundry. She wondered vaguely how long he had been planning this little seduction scene and again the idea that he could occupy his fine intelligence with such basically unimportant matters as sex amazed her.
Abruptly, she decided that the best thing to do would be to get this disagreeable business of getting fucked over with as soon as possible. She wanted to have time to discuss the photographs she should take of Carlyle Henderson before she had to go back to her apartment. He knew so much more than she did about magazine layouts and things. Quickly she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, revealing the huge melons of her exquisitely molded young tits with their coral-tinted coronas and nipples contrasting alluringly with her creamy white skin.
Robert gave another moan of delight and sprawled headlong on top of her, sucking frantically at her nearest heavily throbbing tit, pulling and nipping at it with the sharp edges of his teeth. After a moment one of his large bony hands cupped her other tit and began to roll the wrinkled little nipple back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it gently from time to time. His long hard cock was throbbing hotly against her thigh now and she could feel a sticky wetness oozing from the end of it down between her legs. She realized it must be the lubricating fluid men produced to ease their entry into the vaginas of the women they fucked.
In spite of her expectations Jennifer again felt a feathery flutter of sensation deep in her cunt hole as if a tiny bird was trapped somewhere inside her and she could feel the soft beating of its satiny wings as it tried to take flight all around up inside her pussy.
Fly, little bird, she commanded mentally. Fly away with me! She was beginning to believe it was possible to really enjoy getting fucked when her fiance raised his head from her breast and gloated down at her.
"You see!" he exclaimed as if he were congratulating her on turning in an excellent photographic assignment. "You're enjoying it. The nipples of your breast are hard. That's an unmistakable sign. You are enjoying it, aren't you, Jennifer?"
The young girl nodded silently up at him.
The reek of alcohol on his breath immediately snuffed out the life of the little bird fluttering in the well of her cunt below and she stared dully up at the ceiling as her fiance stripped off her tiny, diaphanous panties. Now we go on to step number two of lesson number one, she mused drearily to herself. She made no effort to resist when her fiance spread her slim, smoothly tapered legs ... Then she felt him parting the soft curls of her light brown pussy hairs and could literally feel his eyes swarming greedily up and down the moistly glistening pink flesh of her thin little cunt split. She had all she could do to keep from heaving an audible sigh. Robert was thirty-four years old, twelve years older than she, but he was behaving like an adolescent boy who had just read a sex manual. One moment he was impulsive and overexcited and the next he apparently remembered something he had read and decided to do it.
She felt the end of his bony middle finger slide in between the sparsely -haired lips of her nakedly spread cunt and begin to mechanically tweak the withered little bud of her clitoris. The alien contact sent a brief flurry of sparks through her pussy again but her immediate thought was that she could do it a lot better by fingerfucking herself.
"Do you like that?" he asked, grinning complacently down at her as if he were rendering her the greatest service in the world.
"Hmmmmmm," Jennifer lied, closing her eyes so that she wouldn't have to meet his knowing stare. His extended finger slipped involuntarily into her tightly contracted cunt hole, then returned to circling and awkwardly rubbing her clitoris.
"A little more fingering and you'll be ready to fuck," he said judiciously. He placed his hand around the rigidly throbbing base of his cock again, indicating that he wanted her to jack it off. How idiotic, Jennifer thought, the two of us lying here, artificially stimulating each other, masturbating each other ... This certainly couldn't be the way to prepare for the act of fucking, if that was what it really was. She began to jack the soft skin up and down the rock-hard shaft of his cock more rapidly, giving the lust-swollen head a little jerk and squeezing at the end of each upward stroke. Almost at once she felt his pelvis grinding hard to meet the downstroke so that her hand smacked audibly against the flesh beneath his cock hairs before pumping upward again. All of a sudden he was scrambling wildly on top of her, prodding furiously at her tightly clenched little pussy hole with the head of his wildly straining cock.
"Christ, I can't wait any longer!" he gasped. "I gotta fuck you now. Put it in your cunt, for Chrissake."
His alcoholic breath, the unexpectedly crude fuck words and the mercilessly selfish battering of her naked little pussy by a lunging, rock-hard, swollen cock abruptly propelled Jennifer a year and a half backward in time. She was in the back room of the fraternity house again, with a boy whose name she didn't even know, and he was crazily fucking his stiffened penis into the wet pink slit of her cunt, babbling "I gotta fuck ya, I gotta fuck ya," over and over.
But this time it wasn't going to happen.
Her lithe, strong ice skater's legs scissored shut and Robert's hungrily jabbing cock slid harmlessly up through her softly tangled pussy hairs onto her naked belly.
"Noooo!" she shouted fiercely as he tried to squirm the frustrated hard-on back down between her tightly clenched thighs, fighting like a madman to reach the mouth of the juicy pink little hole up between her lithe young legs that she was denying him. She reached up and grabbed hold of his hair, trying to pull his tightly locked lips from her nipple, but he merely clung harder to her and continued to fuck his rigidly burning cock into the naked flesh of her belly as if it were her openly spread cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, Chriiiiist!" the lust-crazed man groaned suddenly and Jennifer felt his frantically jerking cock expand still farther and a slippery jet of his cum spurted up between their sweating bodies, drenching her stomach, splattering against the bottom of her huge young tits, and trickling down her sides. His lanky frame collapsed on top of her for a moment as his chest continued to heave with gasps of spent passion. Then he pushed himself up off of her and glared down into her stricken face with angry bloodshot eyes.
"You teasing little bitch!" he spat out viciously. "You'll never learn to fuck! You're useless as a woman, and that includes marrying too! Get out of here! I never want to see you again!"
Horrified at his words, Jennifer slipped on her clothes and, after a few futile attempts at reconciliation, left.
Jennifer walked slowly along the snow-covered sidewalk back toward her dark, silent apartment building. She had forgotten her coat and giant flakes of snow blown down from the limbs of trees by gusts of wind rapidly froze her to the bone but she didn't mind. She felt that she would never be clean again. Robert hadn't even let her wash off his hot sticky cum from her belly and tits before he made her get out of the house. She was certain she would never understand how he had been able to so completely mislead and deceive her about his true character for so long.
In a few minutes her whole future had been blown to smithereens. Instead of a happy, secure marriage based on mutual respect and common interests to look forward to, now she had just one more nightmare to live with. All the good times she had shared with Robert during the year of their close relationship, all the treasured memories, had been treacherously turned to filth. False! It had all been false and all he had wanted was to fuck her all along. The only truly decent thing she had gotten from him, she mused bitterly, was the slim, snow-damaged volume which she now held tightly clutched in her hand. He had hurled it after her in a paroxysm of rage as she went down his porch steps.
"What!" he had screamed at her when she asked him to give her the small book he had for background material on Carlyle Henderson's films. "You have the nerve to ask me for something after wasting my cum on your belly and tits! Okay! Take the fucking book! Why don't you try seducing him when you see the fucking Californian queer! Maybe he can heat up your frigid little cunt! I sure as hell can't!"
The fucking queer!
That was what Robert had called Carlyle Henderson, the great director whom he had pretended to admire and revere all these years. He had screamed it again as she hurried away down the street.
"Go see that fucking asshole director and tell him his films give me a pain in the ass!"
Oh Lord! How could he have said that? Jennifer dazedly asked herself. Sobbing broken-heartedly, she turned into the darkened entry of her apartment building and climbed the weary flights to "her lonesome apartment. She had barely the strength to drag herself into the shower and wash her cum-spattered belly and tits. Then she set the alarm for early in the morning and crawled into bed. Every bone in her body felt sore and bruised, but just before she drifted off into exhausted sleep she remembered how, even though he would never remember it, she had skated for Garlyle Henderson when she was seven years old. The great director had been auditioning children for a film he was about to shoot around the skating rink in Rockefeller Center and she had tried out for one of the parts. Of course she hadn't been chosen, but he had spoken with her when she had finished skating to the music of "Swan Lake" for him.
"My dear child," he had said in the deep resonant voice which still echoed in her heart. "You skate like an exquisite swan in the flight of the mind! But unfortunately you're just a little too young right now. Perhaps later."
She had been crushed, and not getting the part was probably why she had later given up on skating. But his words of praise had meant more to her than anything else in the world.
"Oh Carlyle," she murmured drowsily to herself. "I will soon see you again. I will, I will, I will!"
Immediately she felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her soul and she saw herself in her mind's eye, a tiny, seven-year-old figure in a blue skating skirt, leaping, twirling, soaring, higher and higher under the admiring gaze of the great Carlyle Henderson as the cameras followed her joyful flashing figure across the ice....
CHAPTER FOUR
The flight from New York had seemed endless after the evening Jennifer had gone through with her fiance and she had to fight back tears when she got off the plane at Santa Barbara, which was only a small trunk-line stopover from L.A. to San Francisco terminal. Then, in addition to all else, she found that there was no one at all there to meet her. Naturally she hadn't expected the famous Carlyle Henderson to come for her in person but he had promised to send someone.
She opened her purse, drew out a wrinkled envelope and for the nth time that week reread the disappointingly brief and rather egotistical reply she had received when she had written asking for permission to come out to California and do the photographic article on him.
"Dear Jennifer," the letter began, "I am indeed delighted by your interest in doing a photographic article on me for my immense public following. It will, therefore, be with the greatest pleasure that I will receive you at my home in Santa Barbara to discuss your assignment with you. Shall we say on Saturday, March 5th? I hope you will be able to stay over the weekend or perhaps longer."
The letter ended with a promise that someone would meet her at the airport stop on March 5th at 4:00 P.M. There couldn't be any mistake about the time and date, so Mr. Henderson must have forgotten, Jennifer reasoned. As the time drew nearer for her to actually meet the famous director she had stopped referring to him in her mind as Carlyle. To tell the truth, she was scared stiff and had been worrying for weeks about the impression she would make on him.
Jennifer's heart sank as she looked around her. The California heat rose in glassy waves from the outside parking lot in front of the small air terminal building. She was about to ask a lazy-looking customs clerk if she could use his phone to call Mr. Henderson when a large dark-looking man emerged from the men's restroom buttoning up his fly. He was dressed in a black suit and black tie and looked just like a Hollywood film-type gangster. He grinned at her, and rubbed his hand suggestively over the front of his pants, and jerked his head at her in a beckoning gesture.
With her full lips compressed in a prim line Of disapproval, Jennifer angrily shouldered her purse, picked up her nylon suitcase which contained a week's change of clothing and her camera and marched off in the opposite direction toward the airline desk. Except for the three of them, the terminal was now deserted. She was wearing a dark blue blouse somewhat soiled by her long plane ride and a wrinkled knee-length light blue linen skirt. Between the straps of her purse was slung a linen jacket matching the skirt. That day she had parted her soft brown hair in the middle, letting it coil around her slender, swan-like neck. It wasn't the coolest or most attractive hair style she could have chosen, but it was simple and she thought it would please Mr. Henderson.
She arrived at the airline check-in desk but the clerk had disappeared into the back room. Angrily she swung around, thinking perhaps she could find a taxi outside in front of the terminal.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped, dropping her suitcase and taking a startled leap backward.
The swarthy man who had made the obscene gesture to her was blocking her way. Because of the brilliant sunlight behind him she couldn't actually see his face but she recognized his menacing slump-shouldered silhouette. He began to move slowly toward her. For one terrified instant Jennifer considered turning and making a break for the door behind the deserted airline counter. But suppose nobody was there. Then she would really be trapped! Instinctively, she took another lithe step backwards to give herself room to dodge past the man if he tried to grab her.
"Uuuh ... miss ... uuuh ... Post?"
The voice was low and guttural, almost bestial, but at the sound of her name Jennifer could have wept with relief. Quickly, as the man moved closer to her, she tried to compose herself. He stooped to pick up her suitcase and his strong white teeth gleamed at her through the murky light.
"Mr. Henderson sent me to getcha," he grunted. "I got duh car parked inna shade." He turned and headed for the door.
"Oh, thank you!" Jennifer exclaimed, trying to make her voice sound casual and hurrying to catch up with him. "I was just going to telephone. I thought perhaps he'd forgotten."
"I'm s-s-sorry, it-" the stocky man stuttered in a thick Eastern accent. "I was inna can ... I mean, duh toilet, whenna plane come. I gotta go to duh ... duh toilet a lot," he added apologetically.
"Oh, that's perfectly all right," Jennifer assured him, blushing furiously nevertheless at this intimate detail. As they stepped outside toward the car in front, she furtively studied the strange man's profile. His thick bushy black hair almost touched his beetling eyebrows, so that he seemed to have no forehead at all. His eyes were slanted, she noted, almost mongoloid and his general expression was totally moronic. The poor man was obviously retarded and wasn't really responsible for what he did. She felt ashamed of the way she had misinterpreted his meaning when he jerked his head at her upon his coming out of the restroom, but God, any girl would have reacted the same way. And suppose Mr. Henderson hadn't sent him, she added to herself, stealing a glance at his burly hair-covered forearms and powerful hands that swung ape-like almost to his knees. He looked like he was capable of anything!
They approached a sleek little Porsche 6000 sports car parked under the shade of a redwood tree. The squat man tossed her suitcase carelessly into the space in back of the two bucket seats and climbed in behind the wheel. As an afterthought he reached over and pushed open the right hand door. Sitting down beside him, Jennifer noticed the thick black grime under his fingernails and the strong odor of male sweat he exuded. And his white shirt really had ring around the collar!
"Are you Mr. Henderson's chauffeur?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm but actually she was getting nervous again. She couldn't really see the distinguished, sensitive Carlyle Henderson she had skated for as a child and grown to know and love through his sensitive films employing such an uncouth creature.
"Nah. I'm duh bodyguard and handyman and valet," the swarthy man grunted. "Duh chauffeur, he quit." He sat there for a minute, staring at the dashboard with puzzled concentration as if trying to remember what to do next, then heaved himself out of the car, "Be right back," he muttered, heading toward the air terminal.
A bodyguard! Well, that explained it. Jennifer reproached herself for her suspicions. No doubt, Mr. Henderson employed him out of pity. That would be perfectly consistent with the idea she had formed of the great film director. Reassured, she leaned back and looked around her. The Santa Barbara countryside with its great stands of giant redwoods back in the mountains was truly beautiful and so utterly tranquil. She hadn't seen a single car pull into the parking lot since the plane had landed. No wonder the desk clerk in the terminal could goof off the way he did. The distant sound of the toilet flushing told her that her strange companion would soon be returning. She just hoped he could remember how to drive the car.
"Hadda go to the can, again," the ape-like man announced cheerfully as he clambered back behind the wheel. He grinned imbecilically at her with those strong white teeth that looked as if they were meant to tear bloody chunks of flesh from the still warm carcasses of his prey and added, "I'm Guido!"
He extended a huge paw to Jennifer, who reluctantly shook it. "I'm duh bodyguard and handyman and valet," he went on, evidently forgetting that he had already mentioned that fact. "Gotta big fist, see." He jammed it under her nose proudly. "Duh boss don' lemme drive the car much."
It took Jennifer about two seconds to realize that the last statement wasn't as irrelevant as it seemed. Guido gunned the car backwards around the single tree in front of the small terminal, shifted forward, zoomed out of the parking lot and across the highway onto a narrow dirt road, making fifty miles an hour before she could catch her breath. The acceleration flattened her against the black leather upholstery of the bucket seat and the wind slashing through the side vents blurred her eyes. For awhile the road angled in a fairly straight line across the green meadow but then it swerved into a forest and began to zigzag down a steep slope in a series of one-hundred-and-eighty degree hairpin turns.
Jennifer saw the first curve whipping toward her and shut her eyes. She didn't even have time to be scared. She just knew there was no way the madman at the wheel could hold the car on the road at that speed and resigned herself to dying. It seemed stupid, that was all, just when she was about to realize her dream of seeing and photographing Carlyle Henderson again after all these years.
Guido DiStefano hit the brakes at the last split-second, kicked the gutsy little Porsche around the curve in a neat four-wheel skid and poured on the gas. He was driving his own car down a road he knew like the palm his hand and Henderson had said to scare the shit out the girl, so ... vroom! So far everything had gone exactly as planned. He had timed his exit from the restroom perfectly and, just as he had hoped, Jennifer had crossed over to where the desk clerk was playing with himself in 'the back room as usual. And brother, she had jumped three feet when she saw him standing in front of her.
About the ultimate success of the little scenario which he and Henderson and Valerie had been polishing up to fuck the young girl silly, he wasn't so sure. He'd been so busy playing the role of the idiot bodyguard, handyman and valet, that he hadn't had a chance to really examine the girl. Jennifer was voluptuous enough, and had huge tits, but seemed very awkward and uptight in the way she held herself and moved. Except that one time when he had frightened her in the deserted air terminal and she had leaped backwards....
When the road straightened out for a bit, running along the side of the mountain with a perpendicular cliff on one side and a sheer drop down to the sea on the other, he glanced over at her. She was sitting with both hands pressed against the dashboard, her face deathly white. Sit and suffer, Miss Prim-and-Proper, he chuckled to himself. He hadn't missed the haughty way she had turned away when he beckoned to her from the restroom and it was obvious that she regarded Guido, the dumb bodyguard-cum-whatever-else, with the utmost distaste. Who the hell did she think she was, huh? Guido DiStefano was beginning to identify wholeheartedly with his role and couldn't wait to bring this stuck-up bitch down a few pegs with his heavily throbbing cock. If everything went according to plan, she'd be begging him to fuck the shit out of her snooty little cunt before the night was over.
After another series of sharp curves they reached the turn-off to Henderson's private estate and the huge man pulled over to the side of the road.
"Gotta go again," he grunted.
Not quite believing she was still alive, Jennifer heaved a deep sigh and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was the distant facade of a large white Spanish-style hacienda blazing in the afternoon sun. It sat on a high cliff above the glittering Pacific Ocean below, like a movie set. It was just the sort of house she had always imagined Carlyle Henderson would live in and the knowledge that soon she would be face to face with the great man again sent a thrill of nervous anticipation tingling through her body. Then she heard the lewd puddling sound of a man doing peepee in the bushes behind the car. It went on forever.
Guido came back, wiping his hands on his pants, and pointed up the coast. "That's the house," he said.
When he climbed in behind the wheel, Jennifer noticed he had forgotten to button up his pants. Before she could avert her eyes she caught a glimpse of dense black pubic hairs curling around the expanse of a long thick cock. Quickly she jerked her head away and looked longingly toward the house. Guido smiled and eased the little Porsche into first. As the road from there on was fairly straight along the cliff and in good repair, he managed to hit a hundred before slowing for the last turn up into the driveway.
Her hair ruffled uncontrollably by the wind, Jennifer was on the verge of tears again. She stared dumbfounded at the tall slender blonde young woman who had greeted her when they finally reached the house after the insane ride. When she had stepped shakily from the car and seen the beautiful face of the blonde, Jennifer had recognized her immediately as Henderson's famous movie actress wife. The voluptuous woman had introduced herself in a rather flippant manner and said she was sorry but her husband wasn't at home just then.
"What do you mean, Mr. Henderson isn't at home?" Jennifer almost sobbed. "He invited me to come today."
"I know, Miss Post," Valerie replied politely. "But Mr. Henderson is-uh-slightly eccentric. When he has an inspiration for a film, he simply disappears to think it over. As an admirer of his great work, I should think you could understand that."
"But when will he be back?" Jennifer wailed hopelessly. "Where did he go?"
"We never know when he'll be back," Valerie explained evasively. "It depends on how long his inspiration lasts. Sometimes it's only a day or so. Sometimes longer. As for where he went, since none of the cars are missing, he's probably out there somewhere." She nodded toward the broad expanse of the Pacific reaching ominously into the distance in front-of the house. "That's where he usually goes in his small sailboat," she added with a mournful undertone of bitterness in her low voice. "He stays out there for weeks just living off fish without letting us know whether he's dead or alive. One of these days he won't come back at all. I just know it."
"Ohhhhh, Godddd!" The impulsive cry of distress and frustration escaped Jennifer before she could check it.
"I didn't mean to alarm you, Miss Post," the blonde said kindly, laying her hand comfortingly on the young brunette's arm. "I assure you, Mr. Henderson is still in excellent health and well able to look after himself. He left a note concerning you. He said that Guido should drive you down to L.A. for a direct flight to New York if you wish, or that you could stay until he returns from meditating on his next film."
"Really!" Jennifer exclaimed joyfully. "Oh, that's wonderful! Of course, I'll stay!" A becoming flush tinged her heart-shaped face which was still pale from the hectic ride. What a choice! she thought to herself, glancing over at the ape-like man who was still waiting patiently by the car. Drive all the way down to Los Angeles with that crazy man? Goddd! Then her flush deepened as she again glimpsed the thickly dangling tube of dark cock flesh through his open fly.
"Good!" Valerie approved wholeheartedly. "I've already prepared a room for you. Guido, take Miss Post's suitcase up to her room. Guido!" she snapped suddenly. "Button yourself up!"
"Huh?" A bewildered look passed across the swarthy man's moronic face, then he turned quickly away like a guilty schoolboy. "Sorry, Miss Valerie," he mumbled apologetically.
"Come, dear, I'll show you your room," the blonde suggested warmly. In a lower voice, as they crossed a cool tiled hall toward a curving staircase, she added, "Don't pay any attention to poor Guido. He doesn't know any better. I've suggested to Mr. Henderson that we let him go but he won't hear of it. Of course, it's true that Guido would end up in an institution in no time at all."
Then why is he allowed to drive a car!?
The question flashed like lightning through Jennifer's mind but she immediately buried it under a reasonable explanation. The chauffeur had recently quit and probably there was no one else available, and Mrs. Henderson had the house to look after ... Though she certainly didn't look much like the sharp women she always played on the silver screen, the young brown-haired girl reflected, as she followed the blonde's shapely figure up the curving Spanish stairs and along another hall. It occurred to her that the voluptuous sexy woman was a little too flashy and sexy for her image of what Carlyle Henderson's wife should be and she felt a sense of shock because she had never associated the sensitive director with hot physical love. Then she felt a violent twinge of jealousy which she immediately told herself was idiotic. A man as famous and charming as Carlyle was was bound to be a rugged, sexually needful male.
Valerie opened the door to a large airy room charmingly furnished with antique Spanish furniture. The bed was a huge old four-poster, its spiraled well-waxed columns gleaming darkly in the subdued light filtering through the door-length shutters which were a regular feature of the house. Through them, Jennifer could see that she had her own private little balcony, complete with boxes of bright red and white geraniums. Quickly, she crossed the room and pulled open the shutters. The spectacular view of the Pacific and Channel Islands spread out in front of the house almost took her breath away.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Simply beautiful. I've never seen anything like it before."
"I think you'll be comfortable here." Valerie smiled pleasantly. "Here is your bath. You'll probably want to freshen up before dinner." She opened another door, revealing a modern, completely equipped bathroom which was easily half-again as large as the small dormer-windowed room in the upper New York house where Jennifer had passed her childhood and most of her adolescence.
"I feel like a queen!" the young girl exclaimed impulsively, and the older blonde-haired woman smiled warmly back at her. Just then Guido rambled in with a stupid look, deposited Jennifer's suitcase on the bed and walked out without a word.
"He's ashamed about leaving his pants open, poor thing," Valerie said pityingly. "It's too bad he has this-uh-trouble because he's really marvelous working around the house, and keeping unwanted visitors out. Did you notice the size of his fists as you drove in from the airport?"
"Yes...." Jennifer replied vaguely. Again she was tempted to mention Guido's driving also but decided against it. It was none of her business but one thing was absolutely certain. She would never get in an automobile with that maniac again. If Henderson hadn't returned before she had to leave and if Mrs. Henderson couldn't drive her for some reason, well then she would walk, even if it took a whole day.
"What does Mr. Henderson eat while he's out there?" she asked, glancing up at the beautiful but forbidding ocean and islands outside her window.
"Oh, fish in the sea and wild pig when he stops in on an island or anything else he can find," Valerie answered. "That is, when he remembers to eat. Sometimes he's so weak when he gets back here he can hardly walk. But there I go again," she added quickly. "I don't want to worry you. He'll be all right."
"Golly, I hope so!" Jennifer breathed fervently. She suddenly felt like a small child dwarfed by the majesty of the huge expanse of water before her. The idea that the great Carlyle Henderson was sailing around out there somewhere on that immense sea, living off what nature provided while contemplating his next screen masterpiece frightened her and made her feel very humble.
"We'll have cocktails on the terrace before dinner, about 7:00," Valerie said. "Mr. Henderson will be there and you can talk with him."
"Mr. Henderson...?" Jennifer repeated blankly. "I-I thought.:."
"Yes, Mr. Larry Henderson," Valerie explained smoothly. "Mr. Carlyle Henderson's brother and business agent. Of course, it won't be the same as talking to the Mr. Henderson, but I'm sure Larry will be able to give you some helpful suggestions for your photographic layout."
"Oh, I didn't know Carlyle ... I mean, Mr. Henderson, had a brother," Jennifer said.
"Oh, four of them!" Valerie laughed. "But he's always been closest to Larry. They're closest in age and even look enough a-like to be twins."
"Oh ... How long has he been working for Mr. Henderson?" Jennifer asked curiously. Of course, she had read everything she. could get her hands on about Carlyle Henderson, but as he was very public shy, she really knew very little about his private life. It had never occurred to her that he would have a business agent, but now that she thought of it, she realized he would probably have to ... to do the tedious handling of all the money he made directing films.
"Oh, only about a year," Valerie replied casually. "Larry had a-uh-a business reverse. In fact, he lost all his money and Carlyle took him in. To earn his keep, Larry started to help with the business end of things, and now Carlyle says he doesn't know how he got along without him before. It's a very satisfactory relationship. Well, I'll leave you now, dear," Valerie, her eyes wandering over the girl's supple young tits, finished graciously. "I have dinner to attend to. Don't forget. Drinks on the terrace at 7:00."
She quietly left the room, leaving Jennifer staring pensively out at the savage Pacific Ocean that the afternoon breeze was beginning to stir up into white caps, as the sun sank slowly toward its far distant rim ... She felt a slight chill of foreboding ripple through her breasts and up through her thighs as she stripped away her clothes for a much needed bath. Oh Lord, she shuddered, she had the strangest feeling that invisible eyes were devouring her nakedness and quickly drew a robe around her as she glanced furtively around the room, and headed for the safety of the bathroom.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Lemme fill it up for ya there, girl."
"No-no, thank you, I've had such a long day, the flight from New York, and all. I think I'll go to bed, if you don't mind," Jennifer said in a voice that nearly cracked with the strain she was obviously under from the evening's conversation.
"Jush a li'l nightcap. Make ya sleep better," Carlyle Henderson said, deliberately slurring his words and sloshing a large dollop of Grand Marnier into the uncomfortable young girl's snifter. They were having after-dinner coffee and drinks on the terrace by candlelight, and he was having the time of his life playing the role of his drunken, oafish brother Larry.
Larry, Carlyle reflected, was a truly delightful creation, and just by luck, this prissy magazine photographer was the perfect subject for the experiment he had planned with Guido and Valerie. He'd been making her squirm ever since she'd come out on the terrace for after-dinner cocktails, first by pretending that he didn't know a thing about his own craft, then by systematically insulting the image of Carlyle Henderson as a sexless aesthete that she had built up in her mind. By God, he vowed sardonically to himself, before Jennifer's visit was over there would be at least one little cunt who knew what Carlyle Henderson was really like!
"Lesh drink to poor old Carlyle!" Henderson grinned glassy-eyed at Jennifer. "Poor ol' Carlyle out there in the stormy sea, eatin' his raw fish. The least we can do is drink to him. After all, it's his booze ... and his money."
He hoisted his glass sloppily, with a clandestine wink, obliging the young girl to join him in the distasteful toast. "Awww, you kin do better'n that," he chided her when she took only a small sip of the Grand Marnier. "Chug-a-lug, to brother Carlyle's money," he ordered, downing his drink in one noisy gulp.
"Chug-a-lug!" Jennifer repeated grimly. Her cheeks crimsoned and tears sprang into her large blue eyes as the sweet amber liquid burned its way down her tender throat, but she gamely swallowed it all. "Now I really must go to bed," she said.
"I think we're all goin' to bed early tonight," Carlyle slurred, patting Valerie's knees familiarly and sliding his hand along her thigh toward her pussy. Valerie frowned fiercely and pushed his hand away ... but not before she was certain that Jennifer had noticed the brazen gesture.
"Well, goodnight," Jennifer said uncomfortably. She rose to her feet, lurching slightly, and walked unsteadily toward the house.
"Good night!" Carlyle and Valerie chorused after her, grinning knowingly at each other. Starting with strong vodka cocktails, then both red and white wine with dinner, and now the Grand Marnier, they had poured more liquor down the young girl's throat that evening than she'd probably drunk in her life before. She was obviously smashed out of her mind, which could only help their plan. While she was still well within earshot, Carlyle roared boisterously to Valerie "Come on, babe! Let's have one more shot before we hit the sack, huh?" He noisily poured more Grand Marnier into their snifters, accidentally on purpose knocking Jennifer's glass off the table with his elbow. "Oh fuck!" he swore loudly. "The fuckin' glass."
Valerie's slender shoulders began to shake with silent laughter. "Ohhh," she gasped finally. "Carlyle, don't you think you're overdoing it a bit?"
"Carlyle!" Carlyle sneered. 'You mean that fuckin' creep out on the ocean eatin' his raw fish? Don't mix us up, baby. I'm Larry, and don't you forget it. I run things around this goddamn house."
"Shhhh!" Valerie hushed him. "Can't you stop for a second?"
"Stop!" Carlyle slurred. "I don' wanna stop. I never really knew who I was until tonight. And you know what, baby? You know what you're gonna do tonight? You're gonna suck Larry Henderson's big hard old cock like it was never sucked before."
"I am not!" Valerie hissed vehemently.
"You are too!" Carlyle snarled back at her. "Or I'll punch you right in the goddamn nose."
As they both collapsed helplessly into loud bawdy laughter, a white-clad figure drifted silently across the terrace and Bat down in Jennifer's vacated chair.
"Okay, you two," Guido DiStefano said disgustedly. "You can knock it off now. She's in her room with the door locked, and it sounds like she's pushed the chest of drawers up against it for good measure."
"Oooooohh!" Valerie wailed in laughter, pointing at Carlyle. "He won't stop. He can't stop!"
"Come on, Carlyle. You're overdoing it," Guido remonstrated with the older man. "You've got the poor girl scared to death."
"I'm overdoing it!" Carlyle exclaimed with his habitually clipped pronunciation. "Tell me, my hairy friend, was it in the scenario for you to expose your cock for the poor girl?"
"No," Guido admitted. "The idea just came to me on the spur of the moment, but I thought it was rather clever. Completely in Guido-the-idiot-bodyguard character."
"Ha!" Carlyle snorted. "And what about you?" he asked, turning toward Valerie. "Where did that bit about the raw fish come from? Isn't that a bit outlandish? Our dear Jennifer may be naive, but she's not a complete fool."
"Well, she believed it," Valerie defended herself. "It fit right in with the idea she has of you. The sexless, other-worldly film director who pays no attention to the lowly demands of the flesh."
"Anyway, I think the plan for all of us to fuck her hot little cunt silly is going to work," Carlyle said optimistically. "Jennifer obviously believes after my remarks at dinner that brother Larry and his wife Valerie are stealing poor Carlyle blind at the very least. But she's got no proof. So if she doesn't sneak out of her room to listen when she hears loud voices arguing in the middle of the night, I'll ... I'll go out on the ocean and eat raw fish for a month. You've prepared the signal to let us know when she leaves her room?" he said to Guido.
"It's all set," the other man affirmed. "I just hope she doesn't pass out from the drinks before you get started."
"Don't worry about that," Carlyle said confidently. "We'll manage to wake her up if she does. You know how loud Valerie can scream, even with a cock in her mouth."
"Hey," Valerie said, sniffing in the direction of the swarthy bodyguard. "You might give yourself away! You took a shower!"
"I couldn't stand myself any longer." Guido's strong white teeth glinted in the flickering candlelight. "But I'll roll around out in the dirt before I fuck her. Okay?" He waved goodnight to them and slipped silently into the house to take up his vigil in a room down the hall from Jennifer's. His cock was rising in his pants at the thought of it slithering its way deep up inside her fearfully clenching little cunt. Man! If he'd ever been wanting to fuck the living piss out of a girl, this was the one!
Jennifer lay back on the pillow staring blankly at the ceiling above. She had kicked off all the covers, but still, she couldn't sleep. Her head whirled giddily from all the vodka, wine and Grand Marnier she had consumed, and more than anything else in the world, she wished she could just close her eyes and blot out all the events of this whole day ... But her mind wouldn't let her. It kept piecing together and feverishly reexamining all the bits and shreds of information she had accumulated since getting off the plane at the Santa Barbara airport, and each time she reached the same inescapable conclusion ... Carlyle Henderson was in terrible trouble!
But what could she do? She couldn't go to anyone, because she didn't know anyone, and even if she had, they would just laugh at her. And if she just sat there and waited for Carlyle to return, it might be too late. He might never return. His horrible brother Larry, who was swindling all his money, must obviously be planning to kill him sooner or later. Maybe at this very moment. Hadn't Valerie said that she was sure one day Carlyle wouldn't return from the sea? Maybe this was the time. Still struggling with this impossible dilemma, the overwrought young girl was just drifting off into fitful sleep when a shrill, piercing scream jerked her bolt upright in bed. "Noooo! Larreeee!!"
There was a loud crash downstairs, then Jennifer heard the rumble of a deep liquor-slurred voice. Obviously, Larry was quarrelling with Carlyle's wife. Quickly she slipped out of bed and pressed her ear to the door, but she couldn't make out what the drunken man was saying. Lord, maybe this was her chance to get some proof. She grabbed her small camera with supersensitive film that could take pictures in dim light, and then, stealthily, with pounding heart and trembling at her own boldness, she turned the key in her lock and opened the door. It had come up incidentally during dinner that the bodyguard, Guido, had his own room in the basement, so she knew that Valerie and Larry were alone in the upper part of the house. There was no reason why she shouldn't slip downstairs and listen to what they were saying, and perhaps get some incriminating photos of them taking something.
As an afterthought, she returned to the bed and slipped a pink cotton bathrobe over the simple pink nightie she was wearing. If one of them surprised her, she would complain of being thirsty from drinking and ask for some water.
The hall was pitch dark, but as Jennifer crept slowly down the curving Spanish stairs, holding tightly to the wrought iron railing, she saw a bright light coming from the large pleasant book-lined room which Valerie had told her was Carlyle Henderson's study. The door was standing half-ajar, but neither Valerie nor the man she took to be Larry Henderson were visible from where Jennifer stood. She could tell they were still arguing about something, but they had lowered their voices.
Silently, the young photographer, camera in hand, crossed the spacious hall on her bare feet and slid cautiously along the wall until she could peep into the study. The sight that met her eyes made her gasp so loudly that if the awful man sitting there stripped stark naked hadn't started to shout again, she would surely have been discovered.
Forewarned by Guido of Jennifer's descent from her bedroom, Carlyle and Valerie had gone into the next scene of their act. Carlyle was sitting sideways to the door on the edge of a low leather armchair with his muscular legs flung out as far as he could spread them, and his thick erectly thrashing cock protruded obscenely out from the dense mat of his tangled pubic hairs. Valerie, also stripped completely naked, was cowering down on all fours between his legs with make-believe tears in her eyes. One of Carlyle's powerful hands appeared to be tangled brutally in her satiny blonde hair, and he was growling fiercely.
"You're gonna suck it, baby. You're gonna suck my big hard cock, and swallow my hot jizz!" '
"No, Larry," Valerie wailed piteously. "I can't! You know I can't! I've tried, and I just can't!"
"Listen, you bitch!" Carlyle snarled viciously. "In the last eight months I've fleeced that nutty brother of mine out of fifty big ones, for us, and for that I think I deserve a little special reward from his helpful little wife. Now start sucking!"
"Oh, Larry! I'm afraid Carlyle will find out about the money!" Valerie exclaimed tearfully. "I think you should put it back!"
"Don't worry, baby," Carlyle grated irritably with a hidden wink at Valerie. "If that dumb bastard finds out about the money, he'll end up fish food at the bottom of the ocean somewhere. Now stop making excuses and start sucking my cock!"
Jennifer watched in fascinated horror as the sadistic brute cruelly pulled the whimpering young blonde up by the hair until her face was just a fraction of an inch from the huge bulging head of his rigidly twitching cock while with the other hand he pried open her mouth by pressing his thumb tips into her cheek. Slowly, the helpless blonde's lips parted. The light in the study was so bright Jennifer could see every minute detail of the ghastly scene ... every vein and ridge on the long hard shaft of his unbelievably big penis ... even the viscous drop of cum glistening in the little slit at the end.
Finally with a low despairing moan from deep in her throat, Valerie apparently gave up the uneven struggle and opened her mouth wide. Little by little the visibly pulsing tip of the enormous iron-hard cock disappeared between her lewdly ovaled lips as the implacable man pushed her head downward. Jennifer felt an intense wave of sympathy for the helpless older woman who was being forced to perform this revoltingly unnatural cocksucking, but at the same time, she felt a weird unaccustomed tingling in her own pussy below. Unconsciously, she dropped her hand to her cunt hairs and stroked them impatiently through the cloth of her nightie to quell the unwanted sensation. But rubbing her pussy only made the feeling stronger up between her thighs.
She caught her breath as the man in the study lunged upwards and the whole lust-swollen head of his cock popped up into the slavishly sucking blonde's mouth, leaving just the white, heavily veined shaft protruding obscenely outside. God, it's so long, the young brunette thought, comparing it mentally with her ex-fiance Robert's shorter thinner prick. So thick and long! Was the awful man going to try to fuck it all the way down Carlyle's wife's throat? It just wasn't humanly possible.
"I said suck the goddamn thing," the awful man snarled. "Not chew on it."
Then, suddenly, just as she managed to raise her camera for an incriminating shot, Jennifer felt a hard calloused hand being clapped over her mouth and a brawny arm circle her waist, locking her hard against the huge burly body behind her.
Guido!
Jennifer's first terrified impulse was to try to cry out for help, but she realized at once that if she made the slightest sound, the diabolical man in the study would know she had been out there and had heard what he said about the stolen money and Carlyle ending up at the bottom of the ocean. No, to help her beloved Carlyle, she had to keep quiet at all costs!
"You make any noise, I tell the boss you was spyin,'" the swarthy bodyguard breathed in her ear. "He wouldn't like any pictures of him fuckin' Mrs. Henderson in the mouth!"
Jennifer nodded her head to show that she understood and immediately the heavy hand left her mouth, but it didn't travel far. The thick strong fingers stroked with unexpected gentleness the long graceful curve of her neck, then dipped under her nightie and cupped the warm naked mound of her huge left tit, skillfully kneading the soft resilient flesh and rolling the tiny, hardening nipple teasingly back and forth. The petrified young photographer gasped and tried futilely to squirm away as a thousand pinpricks of unwanted cunt-twitching excitement raced through her imprisoned body, but the heavy-set bodyguard held her ass cheeks clamped tightly back against his pelvis with his other powerful arm. She felt his hot breath in her ear, then his thick moist tongue swirled deep into the tiny orifice, sending another surge of erotic sensation through her overcharged tit ends.
God! What was happening to her, Jennifer wondered dazedly. Why was her body responding that way to the crude brutish caresses of this disgusting idiot? But she knew! She knew only too well how treacherous her body could be after she had drunk too much and watched the lewdly cunt-flooding scene of Larry Henderson fucking Carlyle's wife in the mouth. She felt a hardening pressure forcing itself up between the cheeks of her thinly protected ass, and the memory of the thick, lewdly dangling tube of flesh she had glimpsed that afternoon flashed into her mind. She fought down another almost hysterical urge to scream, then, considering the alternatives, she let herself slump limply back against the ape-like creature who was holding her. There was nothing she could do but let him grind his cock into her back there, if she wanted to help Carlyle Henderson and not give herself away.
Actually, in the brightly lit study, Carlyle was having a little trouble with his wife. Valerie was getting carried away by his hard tasty cock fucking in and out of her mouth and was forgetting her role of raped sister-in-law. According to the prearranged scenario, she was supposed to pretend she couldn't swallow more than the very tip of his cock, but Carlyle could tell she was getting so steamed up that she would go down on it all the way to his balls with her lips any minute now. The hot cum in his balls was boiling with the urge to let her suck it all the way down her throat, but he gritted his teeth and kept control of himself.
"Relax, you dumb cunt!" he snarled savagely, hoping to snap her back to her role. He wound his hand more tightly into her long blonde hair, pretending to force her head back and forth in a lewd little sucking motion while in fact he was really holding her back from swallowing his whole goddamn cock!
Jennifer watched Valerie's cheeks hollow and balloon as her mouth slid up and down the wetly glistening shaft and saw how tiny ridges of soft pink flesh were pulled obscenely out from her lips on the upstroke. The captive young magazine photographer wanted to close her eyes and shut out the salacious spectacle, but she couldn't. She watched as if hypnotized while the huge man behind her continued to knead her heavily throbbing tits. From time to time he pinched the hard, berry-like nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain lancing through her trembling body. Then suddenly she felt the thick fingers of his other hand burn into the soft tender flesh of her inner thighs. Somehow he had opened her bathrobe and pulled up the hem of her nightie without her even being aware of it.
"Noooo!" she hissed sibilantly, twisting back her face toward his so that she wouldn't be overheard. Instantly, his thick fleshy lips enveloped hers, and his wet, saliva-slickened tongue wormed into the depths of her throat, causing her to shudder with a strange mixture of revulsion and growing excitement. It was as if the very helplessness of her predicament made the flashes of her erotic response to his animal-like teasing of her tits that much more intense.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned deep in his mouth as the tip of one of his fingers found the tight, little slit of her cunt, and gently probed into it, thrusting aside the soft damp pussy hairs lining her pussy lips. Her ass cheeks jerked back against the pulsating hardness of his erect cock when his finger flicked the tiny throbbing tip of her clitty.
Ooooh Lord, Carly! I hope you know what I'm going through for you!
The words glowed briefly in Jennifer's darkening mind, then were submerged under the irresistible wave of pure animal lust that boiled up from her hotly quivering little pussy hole as Guido began to rhythmically flick his fingernail in at the moist slippery nipple of her clitty. Jennifer let her head loll limply back on the swarthy man's shoulder, and of its own volition her nakedly cupped cunt began to slowly grind forward against his pleasure-giving fingers.
"Goddamn it, you mind it with your teeth, you bitch!"
There was a loud smack of hand against flesh, and Jennifer's glazed eyes flew open just in time to see Valerie Henderson falling backwards in the study with her hand to her face. Carlyle's brother in there had obviously slapped her, and now he was standing up, glowering down at her nakedly cringing body as if he wanted to strike her again.
"I didn't bite your cock on purpose, Larry. I swear." Valerie quivered, inching away fearfully from the threatening man. "It's just that you're too big! I can't suck all of it into my throat."
"You did it on purpose!" her attacker accused wrathfully, massaging his still erect and feverishly throbbing cock with one hand. "I've half a mind to go upstairs and see if that little photographer from New World magazine knows how to suck cock. She certainly couldn't be any worse at it than you are."
"Oh no, Larry, Please don't!" Valerie pleaded pitiably. "It will only make things worse. I'm afraid she's already suspicious about our affair!"
"Balls!" the apparently angry man snorted contemptuously. "She'll just love my big hard cock fucking juicily into her mouth."
He laughed boisterously, gulped some brandy from an open bottle on the desk and started for the door, his tall muscular frame swaying unsteadily from side to side as he mumbled drunkenly, "Gonna fuck it all the way down through her throat and hot little belly and cum right out her asshole! That's what I'm gonna do to the hot little cunt's mouth III"
CHAPTER SIX
It had been a breathless race down the hallway and steps to the servant's quarters below. Jennifer was only half-conscious in her fear and the next words she heard were from beside her.
"This my room," Guido said with an expression of loutish pride on his moronic face. "The boss, he never think to look for ya here," he added complacently.
Jennifer looked apprehensively around the small basement cubicle where she found herself. A half moon shining directly in through a small window illumined its humble contents ... a narrow sagging iron bed, a chest of drawers and a washbasin. On a hanger by the washbasin she saw the black gangster-like suit the bodyguard had been wearing when he picked her up that afternoon at the airport.
God! It seemed like centuries ago. When the man she believed to be Larry Henderson had lurched toward the study door to come upstairs and fuck her in the mouth, she'd been so paralyzed with fear she probably would have just stood there and let him catch her and make her suck his cock right there if Guido hadn't pulled her away. They'd run down the hallway through the kitchen and down the steps to where the servants slept. This little room was next to the absent couple's who did the cooking and gardening for Carlyle Henderson. Tears welled into Jennifer's large blue eyes and with a hopeless little sob, she sat down on the edge of the bed. She knew the hairy bodyguard was going to fuck her against her will now, but she didn't know what he was going to do after he had satisfied himself with her helpless little cunt. Would he do what she wanted, or would he just turn her over to "the boss"?
"It-it's a nice little room, Guido," the young girl stammered, trying to put some enthusiasm in her voice. "And you keep it nice and clean. You want to make love to me now, don't you?"
"Yeah, I sure wanna fuck yuh pussy, lady." Guido's strong white teeth glinted at her in the moonlight. "You too, huh? You all hot and wet down dere in your cunt? You like watching Mrs. Henderson getting fucked in the mouth, huh?" He sniffed the fingers of his hand that had been cupping her cunt upstairs, and then noisily sucked one.
"After we make love, will you drive me to to...." she tried desperately to build up her courage to ride with the maniac again.
"To Santa Barbara," she said finally, deciding that she would just have to get out of here or get herself, God forbid, fucked crazy.
She could even send Carlyle Henderson a "persona!" letter explaining her suspicions about his wife and brother carrying on the way they were and spending all his hard-earned money.
"Drive you to S-Santa B-barbara ... Guido echoed in a doubtful voice. A frustrated expression appeared on his slack face and it was obvious that a tremendous conflict was going on in his dull brain. "The boss'll be mad," he objected.
"But Mr. Carlyle Henderson is the real boss, isn't he, Guido?" Jennifer reminded him persuasively. "And he wants you to drive me to Santa Barbara, or anywhere. He told Miss Valerie that. Remember?"
"Yeah...." Guido frowned dubiously.
"You've got the car keys, haven't you, Guido?" Jennifer asked in sudden panic.
"Oh, sure. I got the keys." Guido grinned broadly again and patted his pants pocket.
"Then you'll do it? You'll drive me to Santa Barbara after you-you f-fuck me?" She used the lewd four-letter word to try and egg him on to accept the proposal.
"If you say that's what Mr. Henderson wants...." Guido nodded slowly. "Sure, I'll drive ya!" he agreed suddenly, evidently much relieved at having reached a decision. "Now I really wanna fuck ya, lady. Strip your cunt and titties naked so I can see."
He began to tear impatiently at his own shirt and pants, and in a second he was standing completely naked next to her in the moonlight shining into the small basement room, his broad powerful chest completely covered by a thick mat of curly black hairs.
God! Just like a gorilla from the jungle, Jennifer thought distractedly as, in spite of herself, her eyes were drawn down to his lower belly. His thick, dark-skinned cock jutted aggressively out in front of him like a small burly arm with its fist clenched in a fierce fascist salute to lust and power. Below it swayed the huge pendulous sac of his cum-swollen balls. A shudder of revulsion raced down the young girl's spine as he began to lewdly stroke the thick foreskin back and forth over the gleaming blood-engorged head of his rigidly pulsating cock. For a moment she wondered if she could go through with this nightmarish fuck she was about to get thrown to her; then she reminded herself what Carlyle Henderson's brother was looking for her to do, and remembered the great film director's hospitality and the fact that his very life was at stake. Gritting her teeth to give her courage, she stood up to take off her bathrobe.
"It's big, huh, lady?" Guido boasted, continuing to stroke his heavy rod of cock flesh up and down. "I bet ya ain't never had nothin' this big fucked up into ya cunt before!"
Jennifer glanced quickly up at the man's dark face. She thought she'd heard a touch of malice in his voice that didn't go with his previous dull-witted behavior. She wondered if he had noticed her shudder of distaste at his ape-like body, and had been offended by it. Naturally, in his simple-minded way, he would be proud of his penis. It was really all he had to be proud of. No, she decided, as she studied his impassive face with the thin black eyes and drooping lower lip. She had been mistaken. He was too dumb to be malicious. Reluctantly, she looked down at his heavily burgeoning hardness and forced herself to say, "Oh yes, Guido. It's the biggest one I've ever seen."
And that was true, she reflected grimly to herself. At least, it was certainly the thickest. Maybe not quite as long as the one she'd just seen fucking into Valerie Henderson's wide-stretched mouth in the study, but certainly both thicker and longer than the only one that had ever been inside her. That young college boy's whose name she didn't even know, the one that had fucked her virginity away. She hoped she would still be able to walk in a straight line after this primitive creature had finished with her helpless little pussy.
"An' ya wanna feel it way up inside your hot little cunt, doncha lady?" the huge bodyguard persisted doggedly.
"Oh yes, Guido, I do," Jennifer exclaimed, her pussy cringing.
"Then whaddya waitin' for? Take off the nightgown," he growled irritably, taking a menacing step toward her and reaching out his thick muscular hands as if to rip off the offending garment.
Instinctively, Jennifer shrank away from him, and the edge of the iron cot caught her behind her knees. Losing her balance, she fell backwards onto the narrow mattress, and the hem of her nightie flew up around her waist, revealing the soft brown pussy hairs up between her shapely thighs glowing like a will-o'-the-wisp in the shimmering moonlight. With a guttural unintelligible sound, the hairy man lumbered forward, dropping to his knees between her out-flung legs. His hard sweaty fingers locked cruelly into the soft flesh of her inner thighs as he forced them still farther apart, and he licked his thick lips nervously with his saliva-slickened tongue as he peered down at the moist pink flesh of the openly spread little split of her cunt.
"Nooo! Pleeeaaase!" Jennifer wailed when she realized he intended to lick her naked pussy. The idea of a tonguefucking, even by someone she loved had always horrified her in the extreme, but that this loathsome brute should lick her up between her widespread thighs was just more than she could bear. "Just get on top of me and make love to me, Guido," she begged him, forcing herself to add, "with your big wonderful cock."
The swarthy guard just grunted again and grinned at her with slobbering lips as she strained her head up off the bed to stare abjectly down at his wetly sweating face between her thighs. She reached down and feebly tried to pull him on top of her, but he merely pushed her flat on her back impatiently. She heard his tongue making lewd, wet, clacking noises in his mouth as he planted the palms of his hands flat against the softness of her inner thighs, with his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy lips of her naked pussy. Then with agonizing slowness he pressed the moist pink edges of her cunt apart, and she felt his hot breath panting into the tight, brownly furred slit where the trembling little tit of her clitty lay totally exposed to his greedy gaze. His head hovered there for an endless moment, then with the savage growl of a rapacious animal ripping into the warm flesh of its helpless prey, he ground his face down into her wide-split cunt and fucked the full length of his snake-like tongue into the fearfully quivering little hole of her pussy.
"Ooooohhh!" The long wail of distress broke from deep in Jennifer's chest, and she twisted her nakedly trapped young ass cheeks this way and that to escape the hotly slavering tongue that began alternately to fuck up into her tightly clenched little cunt hole, then swirl maddeningly around her rapidly reawakening clitoris. Her head flopped weakly back on the mattress, and she stared in horrified disbelief up into the pure moonlight streaming through the window while, in the shadows between her legs, the dark head bobbed salaciously up and down, and the flames of forbidden pleasure licked higher and higher in her suddenly treacherously twitching little pussy. For the second time in half an hour, her body had completely deserted her and seemed to revel in the sheer bestiality of having her helplessly spread cunt tonguefucked into hotly flooding submission. Oh God! If only Carlyle Henderson were here, she prayed despairingly, none of this horrible nightmare would be happening!
He was out there somewhere, she knew. The same moon was shining down on him as he slept the sleep of the wise and talented on the deck of his gently rocking sailboat ... while she ... God! Lewd, wet slurping sounds filled the little room with their obscene cunt-sluicing message, and her long lithe legs jerked convulsively even farther apart to give the hungrily lusting gorilla between her thighs fuller access to her feverishly throbbing cunt. Her two slender hands streaked down and buried themselves in his thick black hair, pulling his face harder into the wetly flowing valley of her forever defiled little pussy split. Yes ... forever defiled, but she no longer cared. She groaned and rapidly clenched and unclenched her nakedly grinding ass cheeks to drive her wildly pulsating clitty harder up into his gluttonously sucking mouth.
"You wanna, I fuck ya cunt now, lady?" Guido asked suddenly, raising his cunt-juice glistening face from between her thighs and grinning at her. His two hands raked out and seized the jutting nipples of her heavily heaving young tits, pinching them erotically.
"Ouch!" Jennifer yelped as sudden pain shot through her body which just a second before had been suffused with ecstatic delight. Guido pinched again and this time the pain seemed to immediately blend with a returning surge of pleasure. "Oohhhh, yessss!" she breathed ecstatically, feeling the immense void his tongue had left in the hotly clenching little hole between her legs. She arched her pelvis yearningly up toward the grinning face.
"Beg me!" he grunted.
"What?" Jennifer jerked her head up off the bed in surprise. A look of sadistic amusement flitted swiftly across his swarthy face again and she had the impression that the imbecilic guard might not be as stupid as he appeared. But her brain was so blurred with passion and alcohol that she couldn't be sure.
"Beg me to fuck you, lady," he repeated with a gleam of animal cunning in his dark eyes. "If ya wanna get to Santa Barbara!"
"Oh, fuck me, Guido. Please fuck me!" she begged, flailing her head from side to side so that he wouldn't see the tears of shame and humiliation welling up into her eyes. The worst of it was that she could no longer pretend that she was submitting to his brutish tonguefucking just for the sake of getting away. Her entire body was a quivering mass of lewd desire to be fucked! She wanted the hairy bodyguard's thick lewd cock fucking up deep inside, her cunt, filling her belly, even if it did rip her to pieces and stretch her down there for life. First with his finger, then with his slobbering tongue, the loutish man had dragged her down in no time at all to his own level of bestial sensuality. God! She was no better than an animal herself, dying to be fucked.
"Oh hurry, Guido! Lord, get your big beautiful cock up into me!" she moaned, abandoning the last shred of her modesty and surrendering herself completely to the mercy of her ravisher.. "Fuck me quick!" The salaciousness of her own words sent a lurid thrill spiraling up her spine. She squirmed around so that she was lying full-length on the narrow bed with her legs spread invitingly open and waited with a mixture of dread and excited anticipation as the ape-like bodyguard clambered up between them. His strong white teeth glinted in the moonlight again as he positioned himself over her.
"Reach down and put it in your pussy!" he commanded hoarsely.
Trembling with fear and the urgency of her need to be fucked immediately, Jennifer reached down between their bodies where his thick hard cock was poised at the tight little hole of her openly spread cunt Her breath caught in her throat when her hand made its first electric contact with the hot sticky tip of his rigidly straining hardness. God I It was much bigger around than she had thought, but there was no turning back from getting fucked now. Timidly, she slid her hand down the heavy throbbing shaft and guided it forward, using the smooth rubbery head to part the moist fleshy lips and brown hairs of her hungrily quivering pussy. She gave a shivering little sigh when she felt it lodge against the tight elastic opening of her cunthole and held her breath....
Then, he fucked it forward!
"Aaaaaggghh I" she groaned as the hugely bulging tip popped up through the almost unfucked, thin vertical mouth of her pussy, stretching it so cruelly that Jennifer thought her thighs would be split apart by the relentless cunt-splitting pressure.
"Nooo! wait! Aaiieyeee!! you're killing meF' the young girl squealed, her lovely young face contorted in a grimace of pain. She felt like a helpless animal trapped under the weight of his hairy chest and pelvis. "Please, Guido-o-ooo...." she begged again, but his sadistic idiot's grin merely broadened. God! He was enjoying splitting her cunt wide this way, she realized. He was enjoying watching her suffer under his savage rape of her defenseless little pussy hole. Slowly, his grin faded, replaced by an expression of raw animal lust, and Jennifer braced herself for what she instinctively knew was to be a deep, belly-stretching inward fuck.
With a guttural snarl, the man flexed his powerful loins and fucked hard into the helplessly pinioned girl. His thick hard dick plowed into her juicy cunt like a torpedo slicing through the sea, pushing the soft moist flesh of her tightly clasping pussy walls ahead of it in rippling waves until his balls smacked loudly against the wide-splayed cheeks of her up-turned ass. That would teach her to fuck around with poor dumb bodyguards, he chuckled grimly to himself, remembering the various expressions of disgust and disapproval he had seen on her face whenever she had looked at him. She wouldn't be so goddamn condescending if she knew he was actually a pretty sharp guy who had played football at U.S.C. The dumb cunt needed a little lesson in how to behave toward the less fortunate members of the human race. He throbbed his vengeful cock deep up inside her belly, causing her to give another sharp little gasp of pain.
Oh God! Jennifer thought dazedly. The shock of his brutal, belly-filling inward fuck seemed to have paralyzed her, and she didn't even have the strength left to moan. It felt as if something had exploded up inside her, and she was sure she must be torn asunder inside. The pain was a thousand times worse than when that silly drunken college boy had fucked away her cherry. She stared apathetically up at the guard's swarthy face, waiting for him to continue his inhuman fucking of her now cock-stretched cunt. It seemed to her that she could feel every little ridge and bump on his log-like cock that was buried up to his belly inside her now.
"Ya like that, huh?" Guido grinned down at her. "It feel good, fucked in there, don't it, lady?"
Jennifer nodded dully up at him, willing to agree to anything to delay for a moment the agony she knew she would feel when he began to fuck in and out of the tight little hole between her thighs.
"Say it then!" Guido angrily lashed out at her. "Say ya like my big hard cock up in ye cunt, ya dumb cunt!"
"I-I like it ... I like your big hard cock up inside my cunt," the young photographer managed to say in a quavering voice. Tears welled back up into her stricken eyes. Dumb cunt! This dumb subhuman brute called her a dumb cunt, and for him no doubt that was all she was. She had certainly behaved like one, letting him excite her first by fingerfucking with his finger, then with his tongue in that revolting manner. She was no better than the whores he probably usually went to. For the first time the full extent of her degradation was borne home to her, and she knew that she would never be the same again. The hairy man leering down at her had fucked more than her body. He had fucked her self-respect away too!
Then, slowly, as she moaned helplessly beneath him, Guido began to rotate his pelvis against Jennifer's light brown pussy hairs, mashing down on the hot swollen little tit of her clitoris without drawing his throbbing cock back out of her cunt, and gradually he felt the tight narrow passage widening, lubricating itself with the hot slippery juices of lust. Still continuing the rotary motion, he began to fuck in and out of the snugly clasping hole with short, hard ass cheek flattening strokes at first, then longer smoother thrusts that brought his cock almost all the way out of her slowly loosening cunt and he felt her sensuous young pussy begin to slowly come to life and squeeze back inwardly under him.
Soon, with the supple reflexes of the trained ice skater that she was, Jennifer's lithely swiveling ass cheeks were rising to meet him stroke for stroke, subtly catching and varying his rhythm, and he began to realize what a treasure of untapped erotic energy lay beneath him. For a second he stopped and held his heaving, pulsating cock motionless inside her belly, but she never faltered. Her hotly writhing little pussy jerked downward, milking his bursting cock to the very tip, then hungrily spiralling back up it again, swallowing the rampant shaft up to his balls again without missing a beat of the lewd hot fucking rhythm their slipperily working cock and cunt had established.
She gave a little grunt of pleasure as she ground her swollen clitoris against the thick hairy base of his dick, and he felt a responsive throb deep in his cum-bloated balls. This girl, he mused, was going to be too much. In spite of her obvious natural skill in the rhythm of fucking, he sensed that she had never before experienced the pleasure he was giving her now, and the thought multiplied his excitement a thousandfold. He began to fuck into her, moment by moment, more hungrily flowering cunt with hard, pile-driving strokes that brought a passionate moan of servile acceptance from deep in her chest.
Jennifer couldn't believe what was happening to her. A strange barbaric rhythm was beating through the tips of her hugely jerking tits and she was skating to it as she had never skated before, leaping, spinning, floating, light as a feather, high in some miraculous new dimension that had nothing to do with the world as she had known it till then. She soared effortlessly from one pinnacle of erotic pleasure to another, propelled by the thick hard cock fucking incessantly in and out of her wetly seething cunt below. Every square inch of the surface of her body that came in contact with the hairy man fucking away on top of her felt vitally alive for the first time in her life as if she were absorbing his virile strength through every pore in her body ... as if every pore in her body were a tiny cunt opening wide to receive his life-giving fluids.
Even when she felt his fingers dig under her into the soft flesh of her rhythmically flexing buttocks and stretch them cruelly apart, even when one blunt finger wormed obscenely up into her tightly puckered little asshole and sent a wild jolt of hotly burning pain scorching through every nerve end in her body, she never lost the hectic cadence of their frenzied fucking. He was the master of this carnal ice ballet, and she would follow wherever he led. And of course, he was right! As he worked his finger around and around inside the soft rubbery walls of her already hungrily gripping asshole, her anus grew accustomed to the unnatural invasion, and the burning sensation blended with the molten flow of fiery rapture swirling in her salaciously grinding cunt, multiplying its intensity almost beyond the endurance point.
The tendons in her long swan-like neck stood out taut and vibrant as she writhed feverishly under his deeply impaling cock in complete abandonment to the double fucking of her cunt and asshole. She squirmed her nakedly spread ass cheeks eagerly back on his reaming finger, forcing it harder up into the warm dark depths of her rectum past the second knuckle, then surged upward to completely engulf his downward fucking cock in the moist velvety sheath of her insatiably devouring cunt.
Intuitively, Guido stepped up the rhythm of his cock thrusts deep and hard into her wetly sucking cunt. As her naked ass and hugely billowing young tits thrashed uncontrollably under him and her legs jerked out wildly, then hooked themselves high up over his back, leaving her wide-split little cunt hole open to the jackhammer strokes of his brutally driving cock-he knew that she was ready for a wild, cock-drowning cum. He grunted hoarsely and quickened his fuck stroke again, ramming his thick hard rod of flesh deep up into the hidden virginal recesses of her womb.
The young female photographer's lithely supple body convulsed suddenly, ceasing all motion for a split second as she hovered on the brink of a soul-searing orgasm. She gave a hacking little sob; then her arms and legs locked leach-like around the guard's massive torso, and she bucked frantically upward, grinding her wetly matted pussy hairs into his cock hairs in a wild delirium of desire.
"OHHHHhh! Goddd! I'm cummmmmiiinnngg!" she wailed ecstatically. "I'm cummiinnngg my fucking tits off!"
Her hotly frothing young cunt juices gushed through the wildly flaired mouth of her ecstatically quivering pussy, flooding the huge man's heavily pistoning cock and crazily swinging balls just as the first jets of his overheated cum rifled deep into her soft, receptive belly. He felt her hips jerk up insanely toward him, the desperately clasping lips of her cunt twitching and sucking with an instinct as old as mankind, as she milked him dry of the last drop of his cunt-filling cum.
Then, with a low, deep-throated groan, Jennifer's arms and legs went suddenly limp and slipped lifelessly off the hairy guard's sweat-slick back onto the narrow bed. She lay obscenely spread-eagled under his still heaving body, staring mournfully up into the beam of moonlight that illumined the sordid little room. What was wrong with her? she wondered numbly. Why hadn't her ex-fiance Robert known how to fuck her to a cunt-shattering cum like this brutish creature on top of her had just done? Had her ex-fiance been too gentle? Did she have a masochistic quirk in her character that required the added stimulus of savage bestiality? Did she have to be fucked by force and tormented like a helpless tart in order to cum?
Her delicate nostrils flared with repugnance as she realized that the acrid odor of sweat and sex she smelled came not only from the hairy man who was finally rolling off of her but also from her own well-fucked body. God I Not only had she behaved like a whore, she even smelled like one.
"Will you drive me down to Santa Barbara now?" she asked Guido in a dull, toneless voice. The huge, hairy man had gone to the wash basin and was throwing handfuls of water over his cock and balls to wash the cum and her wetly glistening cunt juices away. He was snorting noisily like the animal that he was.
"Gosh, lady. I promised ya I would after a good hot fuck, but let's just relax a li'l, an' catch our breath first," he said, and farted as he looked at her with a proud little grin.
Jennifer groaned softly to herself and lay limply back on the bed. God! Would she ever get out of here? How many times would she have to let this dumb brute fuck her to convince him of the gravity of the situation? Lord, was there no hope at all???
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Well, I'll be goddamned! Look at the little bitch! Here she is, all naked and fucked out!"
Carlyle Henderson, who with Valerie had watched most of Guido's wild, animalistic fuck with the young magazine photographer through the half-open door, barged unsteadily in just at that moment, and glared apoplectically down at the startled young girl as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Fucking the bodyguard!" he roared in an outraged tone of voice as Jennifer scrambled hastily off the far side of the bed, covering her naked body with the sweat-soaked sheet she had just been fucked out of her mind on.
"She's been fucking Carlyle's goddamn stupid bodyguard!" Carlyle shouted again with feigned incredulity. "Would you believe that, Valerie?" he asked the willowy, silken-haired woman who had entered to stand beside him. "Would you believe a well-brought-up girl Carlyle invited here as an honor to photograph him for posterity would sneak out of her room in the middle of the night to fuck some hairy sonuvabitch of a bodyguard? Guido, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!" he admonished his side-kick.
"Uuh, well, the, the lady...." Guido stammered embarrassedly. "She ... uh, begged me to fuck her, so ... I uh...."
"So you fucked her," Carlyle finished for him.
"Yeah, I fuck her good, boss," Guido boasted, with his mocking grin glinting in the moonlight.
"I'll bet you did," Carlyle agreed with a sarcastic sneer. "It smells like a goddamn whorehouse in here. Was she a good fuck, Guido?"
"Oh yeah, boss!" Guido enthused. "The best! She fucks like them Mexican gals in Tiajuana!"
"Good," Carlyle said. "In that case, I'm sure the young lady has other talents too. But Valerie will have to scrub her a bit before I let her touch my cock. Now bring her along," he ordered, turning on his heel and striding imperiously out of the little room.
Prodded by the stupidly smiling guard, Jennifer rose from the bed, slipped on her robe and nightie and followed them out of the door.
As she and Valerie climbed the dark stairs behind the tall man she thought was Larry Henderson, Jennifer was silently blessing Guido for not having given her away. She couldn't be sure, of course, that Larry hadn't overheard what she'd said about Guido driving her to Santa Barbara, but somehow she didn't believe he had. Otherwise, he would certainly have mentioned it.
So there was still a chance that Carlyle's bodyguard would keep his promise and take her away without telling anyone. She was afraid that if she simply announced that she had changed her mind and wished to leave, Carlyle's unscrupulous brother would become suspicious and keep her there against her will. After what she had heard and seen that night, she knew he was capable of anything. God, she might even end up at the bottom of the ocean somewhere with poor Carlyle Henderson.
Jennifer shivered apprehensively as they went up to the second floor to a spacious room that overlooked the terrace in the direction of the ocean. She felt like a captive slave being led to the chamber of her new master. She just hoped that the drunken man whose eyes were now roving greedily over her huge, scantily clad young tits would be satisfied by making ordinary love to her and not force her to take his cock in his mouth as he had threatened earlier. But she knew it was a very slim hope indeed. Her throat muscles contracted, and she fought down an urge to gag as she remembered how taut Carlyle's wife's lips had been stretched around the glistening white trunk of the awful man's heavily throbbing hardness.
"This is Carlyle's bedroom," Carlyle leered knowingly at Jennifer. "But I'm sure he won't mind if we have a little fucky-fucky up-here in his bed. Now, Valerie, you take 109.
Jennifer into the bath and clean her up. Then I think I'll let her give you a lesson in how to suck a guy's balls dry. You won't mind, will you, Jennifer?" he asked the young brunette with false solicitude. "I'm sure you've had a lot of experience."
"I'm awfully tired," Jennifer said feebly, not daring to protest further.
"Of course! We're all tired!" Carlyle exclaimed cheerfully. He went to a cabinet in the corner of the room, produced glasses and his inevitable bottle of Grand Marnier, and poured out three brandy snifters half-full.
This time Jennifer accepted hers gratefully. She was going to need it to get through the night without losing her sanity. She downed the fiery liquid in one gulp and placed the glass on a night table beside the bed. Lying there was a thick, blue-bound folder entitled in gold: "From Eternity On...." She recognized it at once as the script of the greatest film Carlyle Henderson had ever done. As if by accident, she let her fingers brush casually against the folder which the great man himself must have recently held in his hands, hoping that some of his courage would enter her through the contact and give her the strength she so desperately needed to spread her legs for his callous brother.
Carlyle noticed the furtive gesture and remarked derisively, "Perhaps you'll read some of Carlyle's script to us, too, after you've sucked my cock."
"Oh no! I couldn't!" Jennifer blushed furiously and went into the bathroom where Carlyle's wife was already running water into the tub. The blonde-haired older woman looked at her sympathetically and helped her off with her nightie, noting with approval the youthful but shapely curves of her lithe young body.
"I'm terribly sorry about all this," she whispered in her low contralto voice. "It's just that ... Carlyle's brother has had too much to drink tonight I"
Jennifer looked searchingly at the fine, delicately chiseled facial features' of the other woman. She had instinctively liked Valerie when they had met that afternoon and had been constantly embarrassed for her throughout the painful evening that followed because of the crude way the drunken lout in the bedroom had flaunted the fact that he was fucking her, his own brother's wife. He must have some kind of horrible hold on her to make her commit this almost incestuous adultery and act as an unwilling accomplice in his schemes. If only, the young girl thought wistfully, if only she could somehow win Henderson's wife over to her side ... make an ally of her.
Thoughtfully, she stepped into the steaming foam bath and sank gratefully down under the myriad multicolored bubbles floating on the surface of the deliciously soothing water. God! Her body felt like it had been beaten all over by hard sticks, and she was totally exhausted.
She tried to think of a way she could get to know more about Valerie, personally. She had to decide if she could trust the exotic blonde enough to tell her what she had overheard in the study downstairs and explain the real reason she had been in Guido's little room in the basement.
"Here. Let me soap your back," Valerie said, kneeling down beside the tub and beginning to gently rub the voluptuous girl's satiny skin with her right hand. "You must be dead tired," she added feelingly, dipping up water around Jennifer's slender neck and kneading her shoulder muscles with soft deft fingers. She was curious to know what was going on in the young girl's mind just at that moment. Probably she was dreading what she was going to have to do to Carlyle. Poor little thing. Valerie sighed with silent amusement to herself. If she only knew how good a big, hard, virile cock tasted, cumming in your mouth!
"Oh, that feels good!" Jennifer murmured happily as the skillfully kneading fingers drained the fatigue from her shoulder and back muscles. When she turned her head to smile her thanks at the other woman, their faces were only inches apart. The blonde's dark intense eyes glittered at her and Jennifer suddenly felt as if they were magnetically locked together by a mysterious current. A light feathery sensation fluttered deep up through her naked pussy, and she was unable to move when the older woman slowly leaned forward and pressed her warm parted lips against her mouth. Even when she felt the moist pink tip of Valerie's tongue flicking slowly back and forth against her teeth, Jennifer did not draw back. For a long breathless moment, they remained that way, savoring each other's closeness. Then Carlyle bellowed out from the adjoining room.
"What the hell's going on in there anyway?"
The two startled girls broke apart, both blushing furiously. Valerie jumped up and Jennifer began to busily scrub the rest of her body, making a lot of noise with the water so the drunken sadist in the next room wouldn't come to investigate. She couldn't understand what had happened between her and Carlyle's wife. It was only the second time in her life she had been kissed on the mouth by a woman who wasn't related to her.. The first time, when she was fourteen years old, had been the direct cause of her giving up any idea of a professional career as an ice skater.
She shivered in the hot bath as she remembered the gray wintry afternoon eight years earlier when the leading figure skater of the famous Sun Valley Follies had visited the young girl's training class at the ice rink and later sent for Jennifer to compliment her and assure her of a great future on the ice. Of course, all the compliments had only been a prelude to a long kiss which had left the shocked child she was then in stunned tears.
She had run weeping from the dressing room to tell her instructor what had happened, but neither her instructor nor any of her friends to whom she mentioned the incident had seemed the slightest bit surprised or indignant. The skater in question, who was then already thirty-five years old, was a notorious lesbian and the general attitude of all she encountered seemed to be that Jennifer would have done better to accept the famous woman's advances. That same night she had told her mother that she had changed her mind about skating and preferred to become a famous photographer instead.
As she stepped from the relaxing bath and toweled herself dry, Jennifer could still remember the funny little tingle she had felt when the female skater had kissed her. It had been something like the sweet current that had seemed to pass between her and Valerie when their lips met. Was it helped by some kind of reaction to Guido's animal-like fucking of her a short time ago? she wondered. Or a kind of natural sympathy that she could trust? She looked bewilderedly at the silken-haired woman who was watching her with a warm admiring smile, and her pulse quickened. Valerie came toward her with her bathrobe and slipped it over her shoulders, giving her a gentle hug as she did so. Jennifer trembled, feeling a tremendous urge to take the woman in her arms, and grind her naked tits against hers. It didn't make any sense. Nothing made any sense anymore.
"You girls like each other, huh?" Carlyle leered at them from the doorway with exaggerated drunkenness, causing them to spring guiltily apart. "I don't mind," he went on in his deliberately slurred voice. "Why don'tcha hop into bed and put on a little show for old brother Larry?"
Jennifer stared miserably at the drunken man leaning against the door with a glass of Grand Marnier in his hand. His dressing gown had fallen open, revealing his thick, hose-like cock drooping down against the heavily dangling sac of his balls. God! They looked enormous ... and ominously full, as if they could squirt a gallon of cum down her throat She shuddered with loathing at the thought, remembering the hot gooey stickiness of Robert's sperm when it had spattered all over her naked belly and tits. She knew she could never bring herself to swallow the awful stuff. Suddenly, her nerves felt so frazzled she thought they would jump out of her skin if she didn't have another drink right away ... she, who had always abhorred alcohol I
"Could I have another drink, please?" she asked the tall leering man hesitantly.
"Sure thing, baby," Carlyle slurred. "And I'll join ya. How about you, Valerie?"
"No, thank you," the blonde woman replied, adding timidly, "Don't you think you've had enough, Larry?"
"Nah, I can hold it, Md." Carlyle grinned Wearily at them. "Ya know, I was just looking at that script of my lil' ole brother Carlyle's, and I think I could direct as good as him if I put my mind to it. Actually, it's pretty hot stuff," he went on, handing Jennifer another shot of Grand Marnier. "Take that stage direction that starts off where he's parting her hair to kiss her pale forehead. What that really means is he's parting her hairy pussy lips to kiss her hot little cunt."
"It does not!" Jennifer exclaimed vehemently. She was ready to put up with any outrage to her body for Carlyle's sake, but she would not permit his beautiful creative script to be sullied in this filthy manner.
"Oh no?" Carlyle jeered. He had to admit he just loved seeing this crazy little cunt getting all worked up over his films. "What is this girl talking about anyway? Some kind'a goon that wears her hair down over the front of her face so he had to part it to kiss her forehead? I suppose you're gonna tell me she's just wearing long bangs...."
"Oh! You just don't understand!" Jennifer raged, tears of frustration popping into her big blue eyes. She was so furious at the loutish man she could have thrown her drink right in his face, but she gulped it down instead.
"Well, I didn't mean to get you all steamed up, kid," Carlyle said slyly. "Why don't you lie down and let Mrs. Carlyle Henderson get you ready to suck my cock, huh? But first, let's all get naked." He slipped his dressing gown off his hefty shoulders, tossed it carelessly on the floor behind him, then poured himself another shot of Grand Marnier from the bottle he had placed on the night table.
Her only hope, Jennifer thought, was that the horrible man would drink himself into a stupor so that she could slip away before she had to perform the degrading act on his cock with her mouth that he kept talking about. She stared at his heavily muscled body with abject fascination as she saw it naked up close for the first time. God! He was so strong and in such good condition for a man of his age. He certainly didn't look like someone who drank heavily all the time. In spite of herself, her brain registered little details like the fact that his eyebrows and pubic hairs were still black while the tangled hair on his head and chest were graying. And on the head of his cock she saw a circle of vermilion
... poor Valerie's lipstick where she had been forced to suck it.
She turned to the blonde woman and almost gasped in admiration as she saw the firm fullness of her huge ripe tits and the breathtaking curve of her slender waist flowering into shapely hips and long tapering thighs. Valerie had taken off her peignoir and was stretched out naked behind her on the huge bed, watching her with an ambiguous little smile playing about her gleaming lips. Her dark eyes glittered hypnotically again, holding Jennifer's, and she murmured. "Take off your bathrobe and lie down beside me."
With a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, the young magazine photographer did as she was directed, knowing that the brute behind her would force her to anyway if she hesitated. Just the idea of being naked in bed with another woman and a man sent a giddy rush of blood to her head and she felt her heart begin to thud wildly in her breast. As she lay down beside Valerie, she caught sight of the blonde cunt hairs nestling between the older woman's thighs and felt a tingling flash of lewd desire. She wanted to touch that alluring triangle ... to tangle her fingers in the soft, silky curls. Fearfully, she blocked the unnatural, perverted thought from her mind.
Valerie drew her into a tight embrace so that Jennifer's huge young tits were crushed against the soft resilient flesh of her own even huger ones and breathed in a barely audible whisper, "If we kiss long enough, maybe he'll go to sleep."
Jennifer nodded imperceptibly to show her understanding as Valerie's sweet warm mouth pressed against hers, and the magical flow of pleasure which she had felt in the bath was immediately re-established. It was a dreamy blissful feeling that enveloped her completely and seemed to protect her from the coarse, brutish man in back of her. She could hear him smacking his lips as he sipped his drink, and the bottle rattled against the glass when he unsteadily poured himself another drink. Good! she thought to herself. He would surely pass out. He'd been drinking steadily since 7:00 that evening and probably earlier. She closed her eyes and unthinkingly opened her mouth to receive Valerie's wetly probing tongue.
Valerie smiled to herself with salacious glee when she felt a long shuddering tremor ripple through Jennifer's lithe, smooth-skinned body as their tongues entwined and their saliva mixed and flowed deliciously between their wetly sucking mouths. The strength of the young brown-haired girl's responses indicated that it shouldn't be long before they were sixty-nining together, and the thought that Carlyle would actually be watching her tongue-fuck another girl's cunt perversely added to Valerie's excitement. She ground her fleecy pelvis against the soft brown pussy hairs between Jennifer's slim legs, feeling an immediate answering pressure.
Encouraged, she reached up and began to gently fondle one of the young girl's nakedly trembling tits, teasing its coral-tinted corona and hard, berry-like nipple lightly with the sharp ends of her lacquered fingernails. Then she withdrew her mouth from the young female photographer's and, with quick little kisses under her chin and along her swan-like neck, began to slowly work her way down.
When Jennifer felt Valerie's moistly heated lips close like a soothing balm around the painfully aroused nipple of her breast, her deeply instilled abhorrence of woman-to-woman love abruptly reasserted itself and an alarm clamored through the alcoholic fumes clouding her brain. If it hadn't been for the naked brute lying just behind her, she would have jerked away in spite of the rising tide of forbidden pleasure swirling through her now lewdly flooding pussy. It was sick and wrong, what the older woman was doing to her, but what could she do? She had the choice between two perversions. God! It was an impossible situation! Either she had to suck the horrible man's cock into her mouth or she had to let Valerie do ... do whatever she was going to do. Again an ex plosive flash of lewd desire raced through her frazzled nerve ends, and this time, she couldn't block it from her mind. Was Valerie going to ... lick her ... down between her legs? And was that what the drunken beast behind her wanted to see?
Exactly as if he had read her mind, she heard the deep slurred voice say, "Okay, baby. Time's awastin'. Now go down on her juicy little pussy to put her in a good cocksucking mood."
Jennifer cringed helplessly when she felt two open male hands suddenly press into the taut flesh of her naked young ass cheeks and spread them apart, holding them stretched that way until she thought she would cry out with the bitterness of her shame and humiliation. She felt the cool night air on her nakedly exposed little asshole which still twinged occasionally from where Guido, the ape-like guard, had fucked his thick finger up into it. Was that what the vicious creature behind her was looking at? Could he see some sign of the hairy man's fingerfucking of her rectum?
"What are you doing!" she cried when she could no longer stand the hard hands so teasingly prying her behind apart. She twisted her head to look over her shoulder at her tormentor. He was sitting in a cross-legged yoga position with the thick shaft of his cock rising stiffly from his loins. There was an expression of intense curiosity on his deeply tanned face as he studied her wide-split anal crevice.
"Oh, nothin'," he said with a lewd little grin, finally letting her ass cheeks spring provocatively together again. He leaned back to get his glass from the table and added, "Okay, girls, let's get on with the pussy-licking show."
Valerie, who had raised her head from Jennifer's naked tits during this interruption, now lay back down beside the young girl and whispered, "Don't pay any attention to him, dear. He wants to watch me suck your cunt, so you might as well enjoy it. Roll over on your back and I'll make you cum with my tongue in your pussy."
Jennifer recoiled in shock at the obscene words mouthed in her ear. In a way, she was glad the foul man behind her had opened her ass cheeks and looked up inside them because it had finally brought her to her senses. The lewd, salacious desire that had been spreading against her will through her body like some feverish sickness had vanished completely. She couldn't understand how she had ever been naive enough to hope that Valerie Henderson would become her ally, either. Obviously, the beautiful wife of Carlyle Henderson was so far under his brutal brother's sway that she would obey his slightest whim, sinking even to the perversion of licking another woman's pussy to quench his lewd desire to watch. The only reason she hadn't voluntarily sucked his huge penis back in the study was obviously just because it was physically impossible. Jennifer shuddered again when she remembered that he would soon be fucking her mouth too, and closed her eyes.
You bastard, Carlyle, Valerie swore to herself as she sat by Jennifer's side and gently drew the sharp tips of her nails over the taut skin of the curvaceous young girl's belly and hips. She could tell that he had killed the young girl's awakening response by spreading her naked ass cheeks and peering up her asshole that way, and now she would have to get her hot all over again.
She frowned at her gray-haired lover across Jennifer's nakedly reclined body, but he merely grinned lopsidedly at her and knocked down another belt of Grand Marnier. Christ, he really looked like he was sloppy drunk, but she guessed he was just putting it on, the ham! In three years she had never seen Carlyle drunk, and the thick hard pole jutting out from between his legs certainly didn't show any signs of sagging. She had a sudden urgent desire to lean over and swallow it all up in one gulp. The act she had put on in the study for the young female photographer had been one of the most frustrating things she'd ever done in her life. God! She could still taste the delicious tang of that big cock, and she'd had to stop sucking it before he came so that they could go and see Guido fucking the tits off the young girl. Jesus, the hairy bodyguard had really done a job on the innocent young girl, Valerie mused. She would have to go some to top it, but she had no doubt she could. It was just a question of a woman's wet, indefatigable tongue against the brute strength of a man's cock.
Lightly, with the sharp tips of her nails, she traced the jutting arc of Jennifer's hips, following the smooth, sweeping curve of her tightly clenched thighs down to her knees, then drawing her fingers back up along the crack between them to the base of the soft, brown pussy-haired vee where the beginning of the thin coral line between her cunt lips was visible. Slowly, she bent over the enticing soft flesh and licked the creamy white flesh all around it before worming the tip of her slender, pointed tongue into the narrow pink slit of the young girl's moist, warm cunt. Then she slid smoothly over on top of Jennifer in an upside down kneeling position so that her own enflamed pussy hovered directly over the unsuspecting girl's face and bent down to nuzzle between her thighs until her sensuous tongue made contact with the throbbing little titty of her clitoris.
Jennifer's pelvis jerked convulsively and her eyes flew open when she felt the older woman's smooth wet tongue wriggling down her cunt furrow and touch her rapidly swelling clitoris. She had been lying there, striving with every fiber of her being to resist Henderson's wife's subtle little licking ... her lightly grazing fingertips ... the moist warm kisses around her naked pussy and on the sensitive flesh of her upper thighs. She tried to substitute Robert's face for that of the silken-haired beauty, remembering how his mechanical caresses had merely irritated her ... but there was no comparison between Robert's bony finger and the older woman's soft lips and liquid tongue.
And then she opened her eyes and saw Valerie Henderson's nakedly spread cunt poised just above her face with its sparsely -haired, delicately fluted lips parted to lewdly reveal the pink, wetly glistening flesh of her vaginal slit with its quivering, flower-like opening and wildly pulsating little clitoral bud which seemed to be vibrating on the same wave length as her own. Lord, it was all just too much for her!
With a moan of surrender, she let Valerie spread open her slackened thighs, and with a mind-darkening sense of relief, felt the older woman's mouth slide down her hotly quivering cunt furrow and the softness of her sucking lips settle around the tiny little cunt-nipple of her passion. She couldn't possibly resist Valerie's degrading licking and sucking of her pussy, she realized, as one feather burst of pleasure followed another deep in her belly, but at least she could re fuse to join her in the obscene coupling and not lick her pussy too.
She stared wide-eyed up at the salacious spectacle of the blonde's wetly flexing cunt nakedly displayed just a few inches from her face. She could see every minute detail ... the tiny dew drops of moisture seeping from the tiny vertical hole in her cunt, seeping down the wet pink valley of pussy flesh to gather in the soft blonde tangle of her cunt hairs like sparkling jewels ... her tiny puckered asshole which seemed to open and close ever so slightly with each excited flex of the voluptuous older woman's widely splayed ass cheeks ... and the wildly throbbing little clitoris so swollen with desire for the soft encircling pressure of Jennifer's own lips.
Teetering on the brink of temptation, the young girl closed her eyes to blot out the sight of her female lover's hotly aroused pussy swaying so invitingly above her, but its intoxicating feminine odor was so overwhelmingly delicious she could almost taste it in her mouth. With another despairing little moan she turned her face away and tried to concentrate her attention entirely on the maddening tongue between her legs that was relentlessly lashing her own little cunt nipple toward a peak of erotic excitement she had never dreamed could exist.
Carlyle Henderson watched curiously as he saw Jennifer's soft brown hair begin to flail from side to side between his wife's knees and her naked young ass cheeks jerk spontaneously up from the bed as she feverishly ground her wetly lathered pussy up against the other woman's face with a spasmodic, gyrating motion. He wondered how long the young photographer could hold out before she pulled Valerie's hotly seething cunt down on top of her mouth. That was what he had been patiently waiting for ... to see the two of them wildly lapping each other's hot little pussies, the brown meshed with the gold, just as he had pictured it in his mind's eye ... but Jennifer was being stubborn. Too goddamn stubborn and selfish, he mused, noting the increasingly frantic cadence of her hungrily grinding ass cheeks. For Chrissake, she was going to cum all by herself and that was strictly against house rules.
"Okay!" he snarled suddenly, slipping without effort back into the role of brother Larry. "That's enough of that shit!" He pulled his hungrily lapping wife roughly off Jennifer, leaving the young girl grinding her hotly quivering cunt vainly toward empty air.
"Ooooohhhh, noooooo!" she wailed in an anguished voice when she felt the brutal man pulling the older woman's mouth away from her wetly demanding pussy. "Don't stop her now! I was just about to cum!"
All her sense of shame had vanished, swallowed up in the devouring holocaust of uncontrollable lust raging in the tight little hole up between her thighs. Of their own will, her two hands slid down to her wide-split cunt, frenziedly rubbing her inflamed clitoris and fingerfucking up into the hot, moistly clasping little tunnel of her vagina where her female ravisher's skillful tongue had been swirling just a second before. Her lips were bared back over her teeth and only the whites of her eyes showed as she thrashed crazily around on the bed, half out of her mind with frustrated desire.
With something akin to amazement, Carlyle watched the lurid spectacle of the prim and proper Jennifer Post wantonly fingerfucking her cunt right in front of his eyes. Jesus, he thought to himself with a sidelong glance at Valerie, never underestimate the power of a woman's tongue. His silken-haired wife's face was still glistening with the young girl's pussy juices and there was a hectic glint in her dark eyes. She smiled knowingly up at him, then he felt her soft slender fingers close around the throbbing girth of his oversize cock and she dipped her head quickly, sliding her widely ovaled lips down on the swollen tip of his penis and halfway down its rigid shaft before he could stop her.
His heavy balls seemed to literally churn in the cum-loaded sac as he hastily pulled her mouth back off his furiously twitching cock with a loud, wet, slurping noise. Christ, she'd nearly blown his balls, and their elaborately prepared scenario, with one fantastic suck of her cock-hungry little mouth, he thought grimly to himself. He scowled at her but she merely stuck out the pink tip of her tongue and curled it lasciviously upward in a suggestive way that set off another train of powdery explosions deep in his balls below.
Jesus, he had to fuck this hot little photographer bitch in the face before long or he'd shoot his load all over her tits just from watching her. She had scissored her long lithe legs even farther apart and was fucking three fingers of one hand as far up her cum-flooding cunt as they would go while with the heel of her other hand she pressed down on her bedevilled little clitoris in a vain attempt to recapture the lost magic of the other woman's tongue.
"I said, enough of that shit!" Carlyle roared, reaching out to yank both her hands away from her hotly writhing cunt. "Who the fuck do you think you are, having all the fun and not giving any to other folks? Here!" He flipped her over on her belly and dragged her across the bed until her face was just a few inches from his cum-swollen balls and the lust-swollen shaft that soared up above them.
"Get up on your hands and knees and lick on that lollipop for a while," he ordered her harshly, holding out his long savage-like cock toward her passion-glazed eyes. "Valerie, you get behind her," he told his wife. "When she licks my cock, you lick her cunt. When she sucks my cock, you suck her cunt. But not before. Got it?"
The blonde nodded with a lewd little smile and moved to Jennifer's side. By tugging at her hips she finally got the befuddled girl kneeling up on all fours and was able to position herself between her widespread feet. Maliciously, she leaned forward and blew her warm breath into the young girl's moistly flowing little cunt hole, causing the firm white moons of her wide-splayed ass cheeks to jerk uncontrollably around behind.
"Now, you got that?" Carlyle growled at Jennifer, whose breath was still coming in hoarse, rasping pants like a cornered animal's. "A cunt-lick for a cock-lick, a cunt-suck for a cock-suck. That's fair, ain't it?" He scowled when the dazed girl just stared up at him with uncomprehending eyes. "Better give her a couple of pussy licks to get her started," he said to his wife. "But just a couple, to drive her up the wall...."
When Jennifer felt the older woman's smooth slippery tongue squiggle wetly over her tightly puckered anus, curl briefly up into her openly flared cunt and then lick on down to gently flick her expectantly quivering little clitty, the galvanic shock of renewed contact momentarily cleared the mist of lust and alcohol from her distraught brain and she understood the obscenely disgusting bargain the evil man, whose cock was weaving like a snake ready to strike in front of her face, was striking with her.
A cunt-lick for a cock-lick, a cunt-suck for a cock-suck!
As Valerie's supple tongue started its return passage along her cunt slit toward her hotly tingling asshole, Jennifer stared numbly down at the hugely bulging head of the cock mushrooming into great hardness under her nose and realized that she no longer had a choice. She had lost the battle for self-control. It was more important to have that miracle-working tongue fucking lizard-like up between her legs than anything else in the world. Already the blissful streams of liquid fire were flowing out from her nakedly spread loins again, crisscrossing through every vein and artery in her body, opening up secret channels of now uninhibited lust she never knew she possessed before.
With a helpless-to-resist little gasp she reached out for the monstrously throbbing rod of cock flesh and drew it toward her mouth. Timidly, she curled out the moist pink tip of her tongue and drew it up along the taut silky-skinned underside of the swollen cone-like head, tasting the masculine tang of hot male cum for the first time as she licked away the droplets oozing from the tiny vertical slit at the end.
"Ooooh, Jesus! You can keep licking her hot little cunt out now. She's doing her job," Carlyle said coarsely to his wife, leering down at the soft brown head now bobbing servilely over his lusty cock and balls. By God, he mused, after all these years it had finally happened. He finally had one of these uptight, photographer bitches of the press-who thought love was all in the mind-right where he wanted her. This was the kind of lesson he enjoyed giving and he couldn't wait for the moment she would really understand it. That was the moment he liked best with all the cunts he had initiated into this particular little rite of sucking cock ... the moment when they stopped thinking what they were doing was vile, disgusting, revolting, and suddenly realized they loved having a big hard male cock stuffed deep down in their insatiable little throats!
He grunted and fucked upward, feeling the sharp edges of Jennifer's teeth painfully graze the blood-gorged surface of his cock head as it popped between her tightly ovaled lips into the honey-hot wet cave of her mouth and beyond.
"Watch it!" he gritted down at her. "Watch the goddamn teeth, and don't bite it off!"
Jennifer felt his powerful fingers come down and tangle themselves in her hair, holding her widely stretched lips savagely impaled on the rigidly throbbing cock that now completely filled her mouth. God, it's so big! she thought despairingly to herself. But as he didn't move for a moment, she felt her jaw relaxing, accustoming itself to the enormous intruder, and she began cautiously to swab her tongue around the bottom and sides of the heavily pulsating organ just as she felt the face of the hotly grunting woman behind her press tight up between her nakedly spread ass cheeks.
Gradually, as she. began to work her tautly stretched mouth up and down the smooth rubbery head, swallowing a little bit more of the thickly swollen cock shaft each time, she began to feel a lurid masochistic thrill. God, she was actually doing it! She was really sucking this evil man's huge potent cock like the lowest of whores and already she was taking more of it in her mouth than even Carlyle Henderson's wife, Valerie, had been able to do.
Excitedly, with a sense of reveling in the degrading act, she pumped her lips far down the thick, wetly glistening rod of flesh until she felt his wiry pubic hairs brush the tip of her nose and the virile odor of his loins saturate her nostrils. Without thinking about what she was doing she slid her hand under the wrinkled sac of his balls and began to knead the large muscular orbs together, feeling his burgeoning cock throb mightily in response. Then his belly began a slow steady grind up against her face. Yes! She was going to be able to do it! She was going to suck him to cumming.
She would make this sadistic brute spend his hot male cum deep down in her throat and when he had fallen into drunken sleep, she would slip away and make Guido drive her to Santa Barbara. With that comforting thought, a kind of ecstatic fusion seemed to take place in her body, blanking out her mind until she was aware of nothing but the thick throbbing cock fucking slipperily in and out of her mouth, and the pleasure giving tongue, tirelessly fucking up into every nook and cranny of her nakedly quivering, sex-inflamed cunt.
Well, no sixty-nining with innocent young Jennifer this time, Carlyle Henderson's wife mused ruefully to herself as she continued her expert tonguing of the young girl's juicily flooding pussy from behind. But the way she was responding to their little experiment indicated that there would surely be other times. The obscene sucking noises now filling the room told her that the inexperienced young female photographer was a fast learner and she herself was so keenly attuned sexually to Carlyle's body that she sensed he was close to cumming in her tightly locked mouth. She dug her delicately featured face deeper into Jennifer's now hotly dripping cunt crevice and speared her wetly swirling tongue as far as it would go up into the expanding little pussy hole which was now copiously flowing with its delicious juices of near orgasm. When she heard Carlyle grunt and begin to quicken his upward fucks into their young protege's mouth, Valerie placed the palms of both her hands against the helpless kneeling girl's firmly rounded ass cheeks and began to shove her whole nakedly jerking body forward onto his heavily lunging rod in the same savage tempo. She heard Jennifer give a stifled whimper deep in her cock-filled throat but her fleeting resistance vanished almost immediately and soon her glistening, sweatcovered young body had caught on to, and even accelerated, the new rhythm.
"Ohhh, sheeeeeit!" Carlyle Henderson swore as he looked down at Jennifer's lust-crazed face and felt her sharp teeth nipping all the way down now into the very base of his cock as she frantically pumped her mouth down its whole saliva-slick length, then drew her hungrily clinging lips all the way up to the tip to give the swollen crown a nerve-tingling swipe of her tongue before plunging her head impetuously back down onto his cock once again. It was the moment he'd been waiting for. She really wanted his cock now. Christ, she'd suck his aching balls into her mouth too if she possibly could.
"Godddaaaaammmmnnnn!" he groaned as he realized he couldn't hold back any longer. With a last convulsive upward thrust of his raging loins he drove the last quarter inch of his bursting cock between her lips and held her silky brown head clamped hard against his hairy pelvis while jet after seething jet of his pent-up cum squirted deep, deep into her velvety throat.
Miraculously suspended between the heavily cumming cock in her mouth and the softly licking tongue in her cunt, Jennifer felt as weightless as the flames of wanton passion leaping through her lust-driven body. Her entire being flowed with incandescent fire and when she felt the first spurts of potent male cum pelt against the back of her tonsils, she felt her own cum explode up inside her like a white-hot magnesium flare bursting in her pleasure-dimmed consciousness.
Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes! she chanted silently to herself in time to the jerking cock spewing its hot slippery liquid fire down deep into the depths of her eagerly gulping throat. Cum! Cum! Cum!
Maybe it was vile, maybe it was lewd, but she wanted more and more of that hot gushing male cock juice that was now exploding hose-like into her heavily billowing cheeks and trickling down her chin below. Tremor after rapturous tremor swept her from tit to cunt with each successive jet of the delicious juices of his wildly erupting balls and her own pussy flowered outward with the warm flowing gushes of her own cumming which she felt Valerie Henderson eagerly swallowing just as she was swallowing all that great cock in her mouth had to spew out into it. In that long ecstatic moment she felt completely united with the two strangers who held her nakedly jerking body so lewdly between them. Then it was over. Over!
The wilting, completely cum-drained cock slipped from her whitely glistening lips and the last thing she consciously registered was the sight of it lying obscenely across a hairy thigh, still shining wetly with a mixture of her own saliva and his slick, expended semen. Then with a heartbroken sob she collapsed into a deep mindless stupor.
"Larry Henderson's crash course in sucking cock," his wife grinned mischievously at the gray-haired film director as she pulled her cum-smeared face from between the inert thighs of the oblivious young magazine photographer. "It really knocks the students out. What's the next scene about, Mr. Film Director?"
"Huh?" Carlyle looked listlessly up from Jennifer's prostrate form with the dull eyes of a satiated man.
"I said, what's the next scene, Director?" Valerie repeated impishly. "What's next in the script?"
"Oh," Her husband yawned. "Well, tomorrow we prepare for the scene depicting the blessings of the anal orgasm, with a little practical rehearsing in the actual art of asshole fucking."
"No doubt, my friend, no doubt," Valerie agreed sarcastically. "But I mean tonight. What's next on the agenda tonight?"
"Sleep," Carlyle replied firmly.
"Oh, no it isn't, old man. Not yet!" his lewdly grinning wife corrected him as she crawled up astride his body, stradling his face, and poised her hotly dripping pussy just above his lips. "One good turn deserves another, as the lady said ... It won't take long," she added dreamily as she sank her salaciously throbbing cunt down over his eagerly waiting mouth. She shivered deliciously, her huge naked tits jerking ecstatically on her chest, when his agile tongue snaked out and flipped her attention-starved little clitoris the way he knew she liked it. No, it wouldn't take long before she was spewing her hotly waiting cum all over his handsome face ... and ... in the morning she could hardly wait to teach the now innocently sleeping young photographer how to do the same thing to her. There was nothing like the thrill of a hesitant, virginal young tongue licking its way up into a woman's hot, slick, little pussy hole for the very first time....
CHAPTER EIGHT
The day shone bright and clear but when Jennifer woke up the next morning to the sound of the waves below the cliff, her brain at first completely refused to function. She didn't want to know where she was, remember what had happened the night before or face the problems the day was bound to bring with all these people. She ground her face down into the pillow, trying to make believe she was back in her little apartment in Greenwich Village and was just leaving to go to the magazine as on any other normal day ... but she couldn't hold onto the illusion. There was too much space around her.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and looked Wearily around at the large airy room with the bright California sunlight filtering through the already open drapes. She looked at the ceiling, at an Impressionist painting on a wall, a chest of drawers ... and finally she forced herself to look down at the giant size bed she was lying on. A chill of shame swept over her. No, it hadn't been a nightmare. She had really had her pussy licked, and swallowed enough of Larry Henderson's cum to feed a starving calf. There was a pillow on each side of hers and hollows in the wrinkled sheets plainly indicated that she had slept between two other bodies. As she looked closer, she saw spots of dried cum here and there and suddenly in her mind she had a vivid picture of herself greedily gulping down hot male cum juice and reveling in it. Almost under her nose, on the pillow, there was a coiled pubic hair, too thick to be a woman's.
With a stifled sob she slid off the bed, found her bathrobe on the floor and walked unsteadily to the door. She had failed! She had failed to get away. Instead of slipping away after her two ravishers had fallen asleep as she had intended, she had passed out cold after that last incredible cunt-bursting cum. Her sex-sated body had betrayed her and she had slept even longer than the other two.
Half expecting the man she thought was Larry Henderson to be standing on the other side, leering at her naked tits with a glass of Grand Marnier in his hand, she stealthily opened the door and peered down the hall. It was deserted, thank God. She hurried to the room she thought was hers, only to find it locked. With a sinking heart she tried the next ... and there everything was, all her things just as she had left them. She quickly locked the door and sank dizzily down on the rumpled bed where she had drunkenly twisted and turned the night before trying to solve the problem of how to help herself and Carlyle Henderson.
And the problem was still there, she reminded herself, but now she just didn't feel she had the strength to cope with it. How was she ever going to face Carlyle Henderson's wife and her vicious lover after the disgustingly wanton way she had responded to their lewd tongue-and mouthfucking. God, she'd been like putty in their hands! Her pale heart-shaped face crimsoned blood-red when she remembered how she had shamelessly fingerfucked her hungrily grinding pussy right in front of them. Of course, it had been all the alcohol she had drunk and the terrible strain she had been under, but still ... Never in a million years would she have believed herself capable of spreading her legs for another woman, and gulping down a man's cum as he emptied his balls in her slavishly devouring mouth.
But it wasn't a question of her, she reproved herself grimly. It was a question of Carlyle Henderson, whose wife was cheating on him with his own brother, and the money he was being gypped out of. She knew now that she couldn't count on Valerie to help her in any way. The silken-haired woman was much too much under the influence of her brutal lover to ever turn against him. So the only solution was to get away and hope to warn Carlyle.
Wearily she forced herself to take a shower. Then she put on a simple blue-and-white halter dress and went down the curving Spanish steps. The door to Carlyle Henderson's study was closed but though she held her breath to listen, she could hear no sound of life behind it. It occurred to her that the only phone she had seen in the house was in the study and that if she could only slip in there and call a taxi to come in and meet her down the road ... She was just reaching for the doorknob when the phone inside suddenly jangled, the receiver was lifted and she heard a low resonant voice say in precise clipped tones. "Hello...? Oh, hello. How are you? No ... but I think I've solved the problem. At least I feel like directing again. The script layout should be finished in three months at the most. Yes ... Thanks for calling. Goodbye." Carlyle Henderson!
Jennifer's heart leaped into her throat. Carlyle was back, safe and sound! She had never forgotten the sound of that deep voice with its beautifully articulated way of speaking that she had heard as a child when she had skated for him! Excitedly, she knocked on the door which was opened almost immediately by Valerie.
"Oh ... Good morning, Jennifer!" the willowy blonde exclaimed, looking a bit startled. "We ... I didn't realize you were up yet."
"Hi ya, kid! How ya feel after last night?"
The coarse hateful voice she knew as Larry Henderson's boomed in Jennifer's ears. She stared in dismay at the rugged gray-haired man sitting with his feet propped up on a corner of the desk. The lecherous leer on his tanned face left no doubt that it was he who had forced her to suck his cock to cumming in her mouth the night before.
"But ... but I thought I heard Carlyle's voice," she faltered, fighting to keep back the tears of disappointment.
"Oh, tha's just part'a my job as his business manager." Carlyle smoothly explained with a very loutish Larry-type grin at the troubled young girl. "When old Carlyle ain't here, I imitate his voice so folks won't know he's goofin' off out on the ocean."
"Yes, Larry does a very good imitation of Carlyle, don't you think, dear?" Valerie put in quickly, circling Jennifer's shoulders with her slender arm. "Why don't we go out in the kitchen and have some toast and coffee? You must be starved."
Numbly, Jennifer let herself be led out of the study and down the hall toward the kitchen. The imitation of Carlyle's voice had really been extraordinary, she thought uneasily. It had certainly fooled her. And Valerie had said Larry and Carlyle looked enough a-like to be twins, so really, there was nothing to stop Larry from turning into Carlyle. All he would have to do would be to learn to forge his brother's handwriting and she was sure the unscrupulous man had already done that. So he could easily kill Carlyle and take his place. Of course, he wouldn't be able to direct films, but he could say he didn't feel like it anymore. Lots of film directors did that as they grew older. The diabolical simplicity of the plot made her shiver inwardly.
"Valerie," she blurted out suddenly as they entered the huge, old-fashioned kitchen. "I've changed my mind. I'd like Guido to drive me to Los Angeles today."
"Why, of course, dear, if that's what you want," the older woman smoothly agreed, popping some bread in the toaster and pouring out two cups of coffee from a pot that had been simmering on the stove. She placed the cups on a large clean-scrubbed wooden table and faced Jennifer. "Is it because of what happened last night?" she asked softly, moving closer to the young photographer and looking at her searchingly.
Jennifer swallowed hard and felt her skin prickle as Carlyle Henderson's wife's alluring musky scent enveloped her and she felt the unnatural current of attraction begin to flow between them again.
"Yes!" she said defiantly, forcing herself to meet the older woman's dark glittering gaze.
"I thought you enjoyed it," Valerie persisted slyly. "At least the part with me kissing your pussy. You certainly had a beautiful orgasm. I can still taste your delicious cum. And you even seemed to enjoy sucking Larry's cock and swallowing his cum, too," she added maliciously.
"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!" Jennifer cried, her face blazing with shame even as she felt a lewd urge to reach out and touch the beautiful blonde, fondle her huge luscious tits, lick the glossy blonde pussy hairs between her legs. God, she must be going crazy. "I've got to go! Right away!" she insisted wildly. "I don't want any coffee. I'll go up and pack my bag."
"All right. I'll tell Larry." Valerie said.
"Oh, please don't!" Jennifer begged desperately. "I don't want to see him again!"
"You won't have to, if you don't want to, dear," Valerie soothed her. "But he has the car keys."
"I thought Guido had them!" the distraught young girl wailed.
"Larry took them away from Guido this morning," Valerie explained glibly. "I don't know why."
"Ohhh...." Jennifer sank weakly into a chair by the table. She knew why! It was because Larry had heard her ask Guido to drive her away the night before, after Guido had fucked her. She was a prisoner!
"You'd better have some coffee," Valerie said kindly, setting cream and sugar on the table. "I'll be right back."
As the deceptively slender-looking blonde left the kitchen, Jennifer mechanically sipped the fragrant coffee, wondering what on earth she was going to do. Her mind darted this way and that like a rat in a maze but came up with nothing. She couldn't try to run away during the day because they would catch her long before she reached the highway at the end of the long road along the cliff and at night they would probably use her naked body for their lewd pleasure again as they had last night. Her hands trembled violently as obscene images of herself in one debasing perverted act after another raced through her overwrought brain. Those images would be with her forever, she knew, imprinted indelibly on her memory.
"'Lo, Miss-uhh-Jennifer."
The startled young girl jumped and spilled half her coffee on the table as Guido entered silently through a door behind her and sidled over to her. God, he was always sneaking up on her! She frowned sternly up at his swarthy, unshaven face with its idiotic grin and asked sharply, "Guido, why did Mr. Larry take the car keys away from you?"
"I uh-I dunno, Miss," the hairy bodyguard bumbled. "I guess it's 'cause he caught me fuckin' ya and he wanted to do it to ya hisself. Did he fuck it to ya in the mouth like he said?" he asked eagerly, squeezing the front of his fly with obvious excitement.
"Of course not!" Jennifer rebuked him sharply, feeling the blood surge into her face again. "Guido, is it true that Mr. Carlyle and Mr. Larry look exactly a-like?"
"Oh, yeah ... Ya can't tell em apart, 'cept by the way they talk," the slow-witted man replied. "You fucked with me good, Miss, so why'n't you fuck with Mr. Larry?"
"Oh, Guido, it's because I really like you!" the desperate young girl lied. "I'll let you fuck me again if you'll just get me away from here. Go get the car keys from Mr. Larry. Take them away from him! You're a lot younger and stronger than he is."
"Oh, yeah, I kin get the keys awright!" Guido grinned at her, balling up his thick hairy fist and making his powerful biceps bulge out from under his short-sleeved tee shirt. "Will ya let me fuck ya right now?" he asked, moistening his thick lips with the tip of his tongue as his coffee-colored eyes raked over her lithe young body.
"As soon as we get away from the house, Guido," Jennifer said. "I promise."
"Nah! Right now!" the huge bodyguard insisted stubbornly. He moved toward her, obscenely caressing the rapidly growing bulge in the crotch of his black pants.
"But we can't!" Jennifer protested impatiently. "Valerie-Miss Valerie will be back any minute."
"Awwww, she won't mind," Guido mumbled. "She likes to watch people fuckin'. You ever do it on a chair?" he inquired suddenly. One of his long arms swung out and circled her tiny waist, sweeping her against his brawny chest. His mouth ground down against hers in a hard, crushing kiss and she could feel his thick, strong tongue probing against her tightly clenched teeth.
God, it was last night all over again, Jennifer thought miserably, aware of the unwanted feathery awakening in her pussy below as she remembered the soaring, cunt-splitting cum the hairy brute had fucked her to in his basement room ... the only-natural cum a man had ever fucked her to. Oh God! She struggled frantically to pull away as she felt the hardening length of his cock pressing against the soft mound of her belly and a treacherous trickle of moisture in her own alerted pussy.
Her body was responding to his violent animal impulses like another animal's. She wondered what he had meant by Carlyle's wife liking to watch people fuck. Did she and her hateful lover sometimes use this poor house servant to put on sex exhibitions for them? After last night she wouldn't be surprised at anything. God, suppose they both came in right now and just stood there watching and laughing while Guido fucked her. She redoubled her efforts to push him away.
So here we go again, Miss-uh-Jennifer, the huge man mused ironically to himself. With one muscular arm he easily held the writhing young girl locked against his sturdy torso while with his other hand he massaged her cunt beneath her skirt to heat her up more. He was definitely going to miss being Guido the idiot bodyguard and house servant, he realized. There was a double-barreled kick in taking a prim and proper little cunt who thought he was a half-wit moron and then fucking her until she was just a mewling, whining mass of female lust begging for more cock.
"I'll tear ya dress off if ya don't stop wigglin'," he growled menacingly in Jennifer's ear. "But I'd rather fuck ya with just tits hanging out and yer panties still on. I like fuckin' girls with their thin little panties just pulled aside from their pussy."
The trembling young blonde abruptly gave up the unequal struggle and stood still while the swarthy man opened her blouse, unsnapped her bra and let her huge young tits flop out into the air. It was senseless to try to resist his brute force, she knew, and he was her only chance of getting out of this accursed house. She waited with a violently pounding heart as he opened his fly quickly. She had to win him over to her side. She just had to!
"I like to fuck with my clothes on." He grinned lewdly. "It seems more dirty, like I'm fuckin' a kid, or sump'n!"
"Oh, Guido!" she feigned a delighted little gasp of excitement when his thick, dark skinned cock popped free, thrusting proudly into the air in that lewd salute to lust that she remembered from the night before. God, in broad daylight it appeared twice as big around. She didn't see how she had ever been able to take all of it in her belly without being ripped apart.
"When we get to Los Angeles," she went on gamely, "we'll go to a motel and fuck and fuck all night long, won't we, Guido?"
"Will ya suck my cock, too?" he drooled lecherously at her, clutching his bobbing member in one hand as if he were afraid it would fly away. "And ... and let me cum in yer mouth?"
"Oh, yes! I want to suck your big beautiful cock, too!" Jennifer exclaimed without batting an eye. "But now we'll just have ... a fast fuck with our clothes on, and then you'll get the car keys, won't you, Guido?" She forced herself to snuggle up against him and reached down to brazenly stroke the loose foreskin up and down his still-swelling cock shaft with one small hand. The salacious words and acts stirred the prurient desire lurking deep in her loins and she shivered lasciviously with the knowledge of her newly discovered weakness.
'Yeah, 'ats right. Uh fast fuck onna chair." Guido grinned loosely at her and led her over to a sturdy straight-backed chair by the kitchen table. He sat down on it, bent forward, and pulled her to him, lifted her skirt, pulled the cunt band of her thin blue panties aside, and buried his swarthy face in the soft brown fleece between her shapely thighs, lapping very rapidly like a dog with his long, slippery tongue until he had licked her pussy hairs away from the moist pink slit of her cunt. His grasping fingers curled into the soft flesh of her panty-clad ass cheeks as he pulled her cunt hard against his slobbering mouth and his tongue curved upward to flip the flowering little bud of her clitoris.
Jennifer swayed weakly forward, tangling her hands in his thick black hair. A little moan escaped her slackly parted lips as a flurry of erotic excitement billowed up from her cunt below, swelling her nakedly hanging tits and stiffening her nipples in their coral-tinted coronas. She stared glassily at the door through which Valerie Henderson and her fiendish lover might enter at any minute to catch her in the middle of this shameless cunt licking ... and in a warped twisted way she almost wished they would catch Guido fucking her. After what they had done to her last night....
Briefly, she was aware that something terrible had happened to her mind since she had entered Carlyle Henderson's house; then she was conscious only of the mounting urgency of a craving that the agile tongue swirling around the inflamed nub of her throbbing clitoris could only intensify ... never completely satisfy.
"Oooh! Lord, fuck me now, Guido," she panted hoarsely, pulling feebly at his head with both hands. "Fuck me now!"
Guido raised his head from the wetly frothing slit of her pussy and nodded. "Wait a second," he mumbled. "I gotta idea." He stood up and lumbered into a small storage chest next to the kitchen, reappearing almost immediately with a good-sized mirror which he had taken from a shelf. This he propped up on a chair opposite the one he was sitting on.
"Now we kin-uh-watch me fuckin' you." He grinned half-wittedly up at her. He sat down again and adjusted the mirror against the back of the other chair so that the thick turgid shaft and bulbous blood-filled head of his cock jutting out from its tangle of coal-black pubic hairs was clearly reflected. Then he reached out for Jennifer's hips, twisting her around so that her ass was toward him, her cunt facing the mirror.
"Now ya just siddown ass backwards on it," he explained, spreading his hairy legs and pulling the young girl back between them. "It's a lot more fun this way ... seein' my big hot cock goin' in and outa yer lil' pussy."
Jennifer felt his rough fingers slip under her skirt, press the cunt band of her panties aside, and pull apart the slick wet lips of her pussy. Lurid chills chased up and down the length of her spine as she looked in the mirror opposite and saw beneath her raised skirt his bulging, blood-engorged cock head poised just beneath the pinkly glistening flesh of her hotly throbbing little cunt mouth. Fascinated, she watched as her own small hand, as though it had a mind of its own, reached down between her legs and encircled the rigid girth of his heavily pulsating cock, directing it toward the palpitating hole of her moistly dripping pussy. She could see ... as well as feel ... the already frothily throbbing little cum-slit on the softer underside of his potent cock head and the heavy sac of his balls resting on the edge of the chair between his widespread legs. Slowly, with a little shudder of frightened delight, she squatted her nakedly spread cunt hole down over the blunt, club-like shaft.
"Ooooohhh," she moaned, half in pain, half in pleasure, as his thick, iron-hard member slipped partway into her tightly stretched pussy. Gingerly she levered herself up, then sank back down again, grinding her ass cheeks down a little harder this time and watching avidly in the mirror before her as an inch more of his rigidly throbbing cock disappeared up into the warmly engulfing depths of her cunt. Once more she raised up, but this time as she started to sink her pussy down on him, he grabbed her around the waist just above the hip bones and brutally shoved her whole body downward.
"Uuuuunnnngggghhhh!" she grunted as the whole merciless length of his huge hardness skewered deep up into her belly and the jarring ass cheek-flattening smack of her buttocks down against his pelvis drove the breath from her lungs.
"Waaaiiittt!" she begged for a momentary respite, as the waves of pain radiating out from her cruelly impaled cunt began to gradually subside. She already knew from her experience of the night before that the thick girth of his trunk-like cock would be the source of excruciating pleasure if only he would give her seldom fucked little pussy time to adapt to it.
Guido reached around her and pulled her supple skater's legs up on top of his thighs so that they were spread out in almost a flat plane and the quivering little jewel of her clitoris nestling between the uneven, sparsely -haired lips of her cunt was clearly visible in the mirror. Directly under it about an inch of the dark-skinned underside of his jerking cock protruded obscenely from the tight little hole and the pendulous, sperm-bloated sac of his balls sagged over the edge of the chair toward the floor.
Jennifer stared at the lewdly exciting sight in the mirror as though hypnotized. Her whole slim, youthful body shivered in a spasm of salacious titilation when she saw Guido's blunt forefinger reach down between her thighs and begin to stroke and tease the glistening pink little titty of her shamelessly delighted clitty. Little mewling sounds of pleasure tumbled from her gaping mouth as the finger circling her clitoris and the rampant cock throbbing wildly deep up inside her cunt sent thrilling charges of sensual gratification through every nerve in her sex-inflamed body. She strained forward and slipped her two hands under her silken-clad ass cheeks onto his sinewy thighs in order to push herself upwards.
Slowly the thick rigid pole protruding from her cunt became visible in the mirror again, glistening wetly from her richly flowing cunt juices. She pushed upward until she could see the thin pink cleft on the tip of his cock where the swollen head began, then let her wide-split pussy slither down again on the well-greased rod with a lewdly grunting little whimper of urgent need.
"Ya ready to fuck now?" Guido whispered in her ear.
"Oh, yesss! God, yesssss," she hissed back at him, greedily watching the mirror to see what the animal-like man was going to do to her next. In her lust-clouded brain she no longer cared as long as the exquisitely agonizing sensations of erotic pleasure continued. Carlyle Henderson himself could have walked into the kitchen at that moment and she wouldn't have even bothered to look at him.
Guido squeezed his powerful hands under the impassioned young photographer's firmly rounded ass cheeks and began to bounce her up and down on his lap as easily as if she were a baby. He lifted her up until only the very tip of his swollen blood-filled cock was still inside her snugly clasping little cunt hole, then slammed her down again, simultaneously giving a flexing upward fuck of his pelvis. Jennifer began to moan softly as she felt the huge head of his penis bang hard against the bottom of her cunt up inside on each penetration. She was floating in an uncharted region somewhere between agony and heavenly bliss but all that mattered was for it to go on.
With her eyes glued to the lewd, all-seeing mirror she reached up and began to pinch the stiffened nipples of her nakedly jiggling tits while she avidly watched the lewd spectacle of the thickly gleaming cock fucking in and out of her wetly dripping, wide-split cunt. She saw her pussy juices begin to seep down over the brutish house guard's heavily bloated balls and drip onto the floor as he fucked tirelessly in and out of her desire-drenched pussy. God, let it go on forever, she thought ecstatically, abandoning her body and mind completely to the primitive creature fucking into her like a gorilla from below.
Each time he lifted her up she felt as if he were flipping her high into some dizzying rapturous region of pure blinding pleasure and when he slammed her cunt down on the burgeoning length of his throbbing cock again, she seemed to rebound higher than ever, floating away from everything in the world except his hairy muscular body and the magic mirror in front of them that had transformed them into a single four-legged, self-fucking animal miraculously united in a savage race toward cumming.
Suddenly she felt his wildly ramming cock give a warning throb far up inside her hungrily devouring cunt passage and saw the heavily swollen sperm canal on the underside of his jerking penis bulge out as the first rush of heated semen seethed up from his dangling balls and burst like an exploding star deep in her womb.
"Godddddd!" she wailed like a woman possessed when his spurting cum triggered off her own mad climax. "I'm cummmmmiiinnnngg! I'm ccuuuummmmiiiinnngg!!"
"Jeeeezussss!" Guido groaned, continuing to fuck her up and down on his-frantically spouting cock until her hungrily sucking pussy lips had milked him dry of the last drop of cum and he didn't have the strength to lift her anymore. Watching in the mirror over her shoulder he saw his cum-drained cock ooze stickily out of her wide-split cunt, followed by a final spasmodic gush of their combined cum-juices. For a long moment they both just sat there, on the chair, the lower halves of their nakedly entwined bodies reflected in the mirror like some obscenely sated, four-legged bisexual monster that had just fucked itself to a wildly screaming climax.
How long she had sat there, her still warmly throbbing cunt walls quivering in belated orgasm she didn't know but when the young New York photographer finally gathered the strength to lift herself from the huge guard's lap and stagger off to the bathroom next to the kitchen, Valerie retreated discreetly from the kitchen doorway where she had been amusedly watching this example of Guido's sexual inventiveness. He and Carlyle were certainly two of a kind, she mused whimsically. No wonder they were such good companions.
She had gone to inform Carlyle of Jennifer's decision to leave immediately and he had told her to start what he called "the beginnings of Operation Cornbal!"-which was the horny bastard's plan to get the young girl out on the beach alone at night with him. Actually, Valerie had to admit it was an ingenious plan, probably the only thing that would work with Jennifer being so fucked out and frightened by the mental state she was in.
When she heard the door of the bathroom open, Valerie waited a few minutes and then twisted her delicately featured face into what she hoped was a terribly worried expression and hurried into the kitchen. Guido had disappeared and Jennifer was sitting slumped over at the kitchen table sobbing brokenheartedly. The older woman went quickly over to her and hugged her comfortingly.
"What's wrong, dear?" she asked the distressed girl warmly. "What happened? Why are you crying?"
"Oh, I don't know," Jennifer sobbed. She couldn't tell Carlyle's wife the truth ... that the big gorilla guard had fucked her again and now she was certain that he had no intention at all of keeping his promise to get the car keys and drive her back to the airport. "I just feel depressed. I want to go back to New York I" she blurted out miserably.
"Well, there's nothing to stop you," Valerie said, laying the car keys on the table. "But I wish you wouldn't."
"He gave you the keys?" Jennifer exclaimed incredulously. God, after the way she had let herself get fucked bowlegged to get them!
"He practically threw them at me," the willowy blonde replied, going into her little act. "But ... Jennifer, there's something I have to tell you and I don't know exactly how to put it. I think I need a drink."
She went to a cupboard, took out a bottle of cognac and came back to the table. Pouring a good-sized shot into her coffee cup, she gulped half of it down, took a deep breath and said, "I think Larry is planning to kill Carlyle."
"What?" Jennifer gasped, astonished that Valerie would suddenly confide in her this way after she had caught her husband's own brother fucking her in the mouth.
"He's been jealous of Carlyle's money," the attractive blonde went on, looking as harassed as she possibly could and miserably twisting her slender hands together. "I think he's afraid he's going to be fired before he can steal anymore of it. If he can kill Carlyle, he'll just take everything over as Carlyle. You must understand there's nothing I can do. He's got the most awful photographs of Guido doing things to me that would convince anyone that I was part of the plot. He looked terribly upset this morning, and when I told him you wanted to leave, he said the sooner the better. He wants you out of the way. And now he's getting ready to go down to the beach and wait for Carlyle to come to shore."
"Down to the beach?" Jennifer repeated in a frightened voice, not wanting to hear what she knew was coming next.
"Yes," Valerie said with a little catch in her voice. "He's going down there to wait until Carlyle anchors his boat and comes onto the beach in his rubber raft. He generally comes in at night under a full moon, so it might be tonight. Then I'm afraid he'll kill him I"
"We have to call the police right away," Jennifer whispered shakily.
"It'll be too late," Valerie objected tearfully. "There's only one solution, Jennifer. You've got to go to the beach with him and stay with him every second! When Carlyle starts ashore you can scream to warn him. That's the only way to save him."
"Go with him...." Jennifer quavered. "But I can't! I mean, what good will it do? I can't stop him. He'd only kill me too."
"No, he won't dare," the older woman said ruefully. "You work for a well-known magazine that would investigate. Everyone knows I'm Larry's mistress and it would be only natural if I disappeared at the same time he did. But if you disappeared, there would be a thorough investigation and the truth would be bound to come out. Larry knows this and he won't dare hurt you. He won't dare refuse to let you go with him either. It would look suspicious. After all, if you came all the way out here just to interview and photograph Carlyle, and if you ask to go along, he'll have to let you. Maybe he'll call the trip off. That's what I hope but I'm afraid he'll take you along and then try to slip away from you somehow. Or else...." the beautiful blonde lowered her voice and gave Jennifer a shrewd look. "Or else he might just try to make things so unpleasant for you that you'll turn back of your own accord."
Jennifer shivered uneasily. She felt as if an army of ants were crawling through the marrow of her bones. "You mean he'll make me do things ... like last night?" she asked apprehensively.
"I'm afraid so," Valerie nodded. "But God, you'll just have to put up with it, for Carlyle's sake!"
"Oh Lord!" the young girl groaned. She didn't know if she could stand it. But a man's life was at stake and one more fuck more-or-less wouldn't matter anyway. Slowly, a grimace of determination crossing over her face, she answered, "I'll do it for Carlyle! I just can't let the world lose such a man!"
CHAPTER NINE
Good God, he looked so much like Carlyle Henderson. Lord, if only he were, Jennifer thought wistfully as later that evening she covertly observed the ruggedly handsome face of the man seated on the beach blanket across the fire from her. They had had a delicious meal of freshly caught sea-perch, washed down by a bottle of wine chilled in the icy water of the Pacific Ocean. She had broken down and permitted herself to have several glasses of the wine because the spell of the beautiful secluded beach had gotten to her and also, when she was watching Larry Henderson fish, it seemed impossible to believe that he was actually plotting to do harm to his own brother.
His expression had been so intent and somehow boyish as he skillfully cast the long line out over the breaking waves, and his pleasure when he caught a fair-sized perch was so spontaneous and innocent that he didn't seem at all like a man capable of such a sinister act. At one point she had caught herself wondering if the whole idea wasn't just a product of her own fevered imagination but she realized at once that that was just wishful thinking. No, she reminded herself, this was the same man who had forced her to suck his revolting cock and swallow his lewdly gushing cum, no matter how harmless he might appear now. He hadn't spoken to her much during the meal and now by the light of the fire, he was looking thoughtfully over at her.
The attractive young photographer shivered as she thought of all the ways and times she had been fucked to cumming in slightly more than twenty-four hours. God, it was incredible! But at least there was one consolation. Everything that could possibly be done to her had already been done, so at least she knew that whatever Carlyle's brother had in store for her that evening, it wouldn't kill her. She could even suck his cock to cumming again, if that was what the perverted, sadistic man wanted. She swallowed uneasily as she remembered the weird sensation of warped pleasure she had experienced when his hot sticky cum had spurted against the back of her throat, gushing into her cock-filled mouth and trickling down her chin. She could almost taste its masculine power right at this very moment!
Mechanically, Jennifer squeezed her ass cheeks together to cut off the flow of warmth that circulated through her traitorous cunt every time she thought of the horrible man's long, hard cock fucking in and out of her tightly stretched mouth. Suppose it hadn't been just all the alcohol she had drunk? Suppose she really had some sick abnormal side to her nature that enjoyed the degrading act of being fucked in the mouth and swallowing a complete stranger's cum. She certainly didn't have the excuse of alcohol tonight, not with just several glasses of wine for dinner. So why did she have this hot little itch in her pussy and why did she have to consciously keep herself from staring at the crotch of the man across the fire? What was wrong with her anyway? Irritably, she rubbed an inner thigh muscle pore from where she had been fucked so often recently.
"Stiff, from spreading your legs, kid?" Carlyle asked, looking at the young New York photographer fidgeting nervously on the other side of the fire. "I can take care of that," he said, when she nodded. "Come over here." He reached for the bag he had brought with him and after searching around inside it for a moment brought out a small bottle of Ben-Gay.
"C'mere," he repeated when he saw that she was hesitating. "I brought this for you. Figured you might need it after gettin' fucked by that stupid lout Guido's elephant cock."
He chuckled at his lewd little joke and watched the lithe young girl closely as she rose and reluctantly came around the fire toward him. She was wearing blue pants and a loose summer blouse that Valerie had lent her because she hadn't brought any clothes other than dresses. Her youthful hips didn't quite fill out the pants and the curve of the blouse over her tits, even though they were huge, wasn't as full as when his blonde-haired wife wore it, but her supple, superb young body more than made up for those slight shortcomings. He was really looking forward to fucking her in her tight little asshole tonight, and if she wasn't ready for it, he'd eat his fucking hat.
"Lie down on the blanket," he said, unscrewing the cap of the little tube and pressing some of the pasty gelatin into the palm of his right hand. He quickly applied the hot lotion up inside the leg of her loose fitting pants to one of her slender ankles, running his hand up as far as it would go and kneading the long, smooth tendons of the inner thigh of her slim, shapely leg with his strong fingers.
"Say, you sure got some muscle there, kid," he observed. "You do a lot of boogeying in those New York discos?"
"I ... I ice skate in Central Park a lot," Jennifer replied, unwilling to talk about it with this crude man. She held out her hand for the tube and added, "Here. I can put that on myself."
"Nah, I enjoy it." Carlyle grinned at her. He rubbed the soothing balm on her other ankle, on her calves, then on up in her thigh again. "You really got a nice body, kid," he said admiringly. "I was a little loaded last night, so I guess I didn't really appreciate it when you were suckin' my cock. How did you like it, incidentally?"
He capped the tube, tossed it in his bag and lay back on the blanket next to her.
Jennifer didn't answer. God, he was crude! she was thinking, but at the same time the touch of his powerful hands on the skin of her ankles and calves and inner thighs had set her tits to throbbing. When he rolled over so that his muscular chest was pressed against her right one and bent down his head to kiss her, she made no effort to resist. He was going to fuck her, no matter what, so she might as well make it easy on herself. If only he wouldn't blabber on so much, she could pretend he was Carlyle Henderson. Yes, that was it. She would make believe he was Carlyle Henderson-and it wouldn't be half so bad.
Carlyle, Carlyle, she murmured to herself when the man she thought was his brother, Larry, ground his firm lips down against hers and his strong wet tongue pried insistently between her teeth until she opened her mouth to receive it. It was the first time she had ever thought of letting the great film director actually fuck her, but now, after what had happened to her in the last day, she realized that she had always subconsciously wanted to. If he desired her to open her legs for him, married or not, she would joyfully give herself to him now.
Meanwhile there was his brother, Larry, whose hand was sliding in through the opening of Valerie's blouse and was cupping her left breast, tweaking and pinching the swelling little nipple through her bra while his mouth remained locked wetly against hers. Briefly, she thought of the night when her ex-fiance Robert had been doing the same thing to her back in New York, but that time seemed light years away. She had changed. God, had she ever changed!
A sudden electric thrill spiraled up her spine as she abruptly realized at that moment that she would enjoy being fucked by any man, even the half-witted bodyguard, Guido, even this horrible man lying half on top of her. Full of joyful confidence in her pussy's desire for cock for the first time in her life, she began to suck eagerly on the probing tongue in her mouth, glorying in the virile hardness of his cock that she now felt pressing into the softness of her belly. She felt her cunt juices seeping down between her expectant young pussy lips and writhed her hips around in a frank signal of the urgency of her desire to be fucked crazy.
"Maybe it's the ocean air, but goddamn, kid, my cock's sure ready to fuck." Carlyle raised his head and grinned down at her, his rugged face lit up by the flickering light of the veering orange flames of the beach fire.
"Mminm, me too," Jennifer breathed huskily. She reached down between their bodies and boldly stroked his long, pulsating cock through the rough cloth of his pants, feeling completely unashamed in her newfound liberation. The warm, pulsing sensation in her huge young tits floated down to the soft, puffy, pussy flesh between her thighs as she felt the responsive throbbing of his cock in her hand.
"Come on, kid. Let's get naked," Carlyle growled impatiently. He leaped up, tossed a couple of driftwood logs on the fire, sending a shower of sparks up into the warm California night air, and rapidly stripped off his clothes. Soon the fire was roaring and Jennifer could feel its warmth on her thighs and ass cheeks as she slipped out of Valerie's pants and peeled down her panties, which were already flooded with her heated young pussy juices. The idea of getting fucked by this savage man, alone on a wild, deserted beach by the light of their own driftwood fire, the way their primitive caveman forebears must have done, sent prickly sensations racing across the surface of her creamy white skin. For tonight, at least, she was his primordial mate to dominate and fuck as he pleased.
When she was standing completely naked in front of him, her tits throbbing heavily in the night air, Carlyle pulled her harshly to him, crushing her soft, curvaceous flesh against his hard, muscled body, running his hands up and down her satiny skinned back, fingering the rounded smoothness of her voluptuous, youthful ass cheeks. With a little grunt he dropped his shaggy head to her huge, firm tits and sucked the hard, throbbing nipples of first one then the other deep into his wet mouth, feasting on them like a famished child. Jennifer swayed and tangled her fingers in his unruly iron-gray hair, feeling a rush of elation at the power her body gave her over this fierce man who was over twice her age.
"Kneel down on all fours," Carlyle ordered the young photographer after a moment. "I wanna fuck ya from behind." He looked gloatingly down at her as without a word she obediently knelt down on her elbows and knees beside the leaping fire with the white full moons of her luscious young ass cheeks tilted alluringly up at him. He hunched between her long slim legs and peered hungrily down at the soft brown fleece between her thighs where excited droplets of cunt juice already glittered like tiny jewels in the light of the soaring flames.
By God, she was ready to fuck, he mused. Whatever was going on in her mind, her newly awakened little cunt was certainly ready for cock. He never would have believed that the prim, serious-faced little pussy who had showed up at his house the day before to photograph his greatness for posterity would ever be crouched down in front of him like a hot-to-fuck female animal awaiting his pleasure. It just proved the old saying that the cock was greater than the sword. She needed no forcing at all. The warm feminine odor of her hot spicy cunt filled his nostrils and he reached out with his thumbs to spread her already wide-split ass cheeks even farther. His tongue circled his wet lips greedily for a moment in anticipation of the surprise he was going to give her, then he lowered his head and flicked it forward, the pointed tip darting deep along her tight little cunt slit to teasingly titilate the hotly quivering nipple of her clitty.
Jennifer trembled violently as the galvanic touch of his saliva-slickened tongue sent shock waves of erotic pleasure radiating through her slavishly kneeling body, magnifying unbearably the lewd excitement his coarse words and her own servile position had already kindled in her mind. Like a dog, she thought dazedly. He was going to fuck her from the rear right out in the open air and she had found in herself the capacity to enjoy, even exult in the obscene idea. She arched her back and cocked her luscious ass up even higher in the air to give his long, slippery tongue easier access to the hotly tingling clitty up between her cunt lips.
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred rapturously as his wet, slick tongue slid back slightly and thrust up deep into the palpitating little hole of her brown-furred pussy. Her widely splayed ass cheeks began a jerking, rotating motion as he swirled his tongue maddeningly inside the slick velvety hole and she was about to beg him to fuck her right away with his big hard cock when suddenly he lifted his head up slightly and began to lick hotly at her tiny virginal asshole. She flinched away from the lecherous contact, unable to believe that even this uncouth man would be capable of such a perverse and lewd thing, but his hands clamped around her hip bones in a vise-like grip and he continued to lick and probe at the tightly puckered little ring guarding her rectum.
She gasped when he managed to worm the tip of his lewdly probing tongue up into the tight, brown little hole, flushing her entire body with a weird excitement. Almost immediately he straightened up, shuffling forward on his knees between her legs, and she felt the swollen rubbery head of his iron-hard cock slide down the passion-drenched crevice of her pussy, where, with his hand, he revolved the tip of it up and down in the slippery little slit between her thighs. ThankGod, she thought, when he backed away slightly and the cone-like end of his hotly pulsing cock came to rest at the excitedly fluttering mouth of her cunt. She braced herself for the initial flash of pain that she knew would accompany his first hard, cunt-splitting fuck ... but none came. He merely continued to dip the huge slippery head of his cock between the fleshy lips of her cunt without fucking into it.
Oh, don't tease me like that! she begged silently in her mind, pushing her nakedly flared ass cheeks urgently back at him. In response she felt his thumbs dig into the soft flesh of her buttocks on both sides of her asshole, stretching them cruelly still farther apart. Then the head of his rigidly throbbing cock slid upward between them until it was pressing against her fearfully cringing little nether hole.
"Nooooo!"' she wailed when she finally understood where the diabolical man intended to fuck her. All her newfound confidence in the power of her body instantly deserted her. How could she ever have been naive enough to believe that this evil fiend of a man would make normal, natural love to her? She tried frantically to squirm away from the vise-like grip of his powerful hands but he held her easily.
"Take it easy, kid," Carlyle advised her, a sadistic leer twisting his handsome face. "This here little hole's been kinda neglected recently, so I thought we oughta dc something about it. Matter of fact," he went on, increasing the pressure of his lust-stiffened cock head against the tight rubbery ring of her asshole, "it feels like it's been neglected all its life. This is gonna open up a whole new world for you, baby."
"You'll kill me!" Jennifer gasped, remembering the intense pain she had felt when Guido had first fucked his finger up into her rectum. The depraved man's huge cock would tear it to shreds. Tears of shame and fright ran down her cheeks as she realized how completely in his power she was.
"Nah," Carlyle taunted her with Satanic glee. "It might hurt a little at first, but you'll get used to it, and me ... I'm gonna love it," he added. "If I could direct films like Carlyle I'd shoot a dirty movie about Jennifer's little cherry asshole."
And he fucked it hard up into her.
"Aaaaagggghh!" the young photographer's anguished scream filled the deserted beach, reverberating eerily back and forth among the rocky cliffs along the shore as her tightly clenched anal ring gave way and the hard throbbing tip of his merciless cock popped lewdly up inside it. To the terrified young girl it felt like a stick of dynamite had been jammed up her rectum and detonated. The explosion blasted through every shattered nerve end in her body and she was catapulted into a world where all that existed was the searing agony back there in her cock-impaled asshole. Every throb of the thick, rock-hard shaft renewed the initial shock of its first brutal inward fuck. She choked back a moan and gritted her teeth, determined to die rather than give the sadistic monster behind her the pleasure of hearing her cry out again in her helpless, asshole-split agony.
Carlyle Henderson, world-famous film director, leered down like a demented maniac at the obscene spectacle of his long hard cock lewdly protruding out from between the innocent young girl's nakedly spread ass cheeks. That'll teach you to judge people by their professional reputations, young lady, he commented dryly to himself. Then he flexed his belly muscles and with short, asshole-splitting strokes began to fuck his thick hard cock deeper and deeper up the warm brown depths of her rectal passage, drawing back after each thrust to gain momentum for the next inward plunge. By the flickering light of the campfire he could see the thin pink ridges of her tightly clinging little asshole pull out along the glistening white girth of his cock each time he drew back, then vanish up inside again as he fucked it back in. Little by little he pressured the smoothly resistant flesh of her rectal passage back to make room for his lustfully pulsating cock until finally the black pubic hairs around its base were grazing the smooth white skin of her nakedly trembling ass cheeks. He was buried in her up to the hilt!
Jennifer felt as though she were skewered like a lamb on a white-hot roasting spit. The tendons in her long, swan-like neck stood out like cords and her slender fingers dug like talons into the sand beneath the blanket as she braced herself for each successive asshole-stretching fuck of the mammoth cock that was pummeling the virgin young depths of her bowels. Instinctively, she knew that there must be light somewhere ahead in that long, twisting, tortuous tunnel of pain but where she would find the strength to endure the agonizing journey she could not imagine.
Before her dazed mind could fully comprehend it, her senses became aware that the relentless, in-fucks of the bludgeoning cock were growing longer and smoother and the withdrawal strokes were leaving her with a feeling of emptiness deep in her bowels, which urgently needed to be filled once again. Slowly, at first, she began to push back to meet the fiendish lunges, and a fiery glow of strange masochistic delight broke through the darkness of her ordeal. She was nearing the end of the tunnel and could suddenly see the hotly burning light of an unknown, excruciatingly intense pleasure blazing at the entrance!
As the glow deepened and gradually suffused throughout her desperately straining loins, she began to grind her naked young ass cheeks fiercely back on the hard, wildly ramming cock, exulting in the fact that her supple body could take the worst the man behind her could give and turn it into a source of exquisite pleasure. Now, instead of shame and humiliation from being fucked in the ass, she felt a sense of triumphant victory over the limits of her flesh as spasm after rapturous spasm swept across the electrified surface of her skin. As she squirmed and wantonly bucked under his bull-like inward fucks, she felt his hands leave her gyrating hips where they were no longer needed and begin to travel lightly over her sweat-coated back and neck and shoulders, her flanks and thighs, redoubling the ecstatic flow of erotic feeling throughout her body. One of his hands gently caressed the curve of her cheek and touched her lips. Eagerly she sucked his hard strong fingers into the hot wet cavern of her mouth and waited for the inevitable
* * *
It came slowly, too slowly ... She began to whimper and moan, clenching her asshole tight around his cock, thrashing in a maddened paroxysm of demanding female lust under the buffeting slams of his huge, bowel-stuffing cock while she waited for the fingers of his other hand to replace the teasing blows of his heavy cum-filled balls smacking against her passion-drenched cunt below. Frantically, she sucked his fingers deeper into her mouth, screwing her wide-split ass cheeks back harder against his hairy pelvis until his great rod of thickly pulsating cock flesh could fuck no deeper up into her quaking bowels, and then....
He did it!
The thick, stiffened middle finger along with the extended forefinger of his other hand speared like a second cock up into her wetly throbbing cunt walls just as she felt her nakedly jerking ass cheeks swept apart by one last ass-crushing lunge and the potently virile cock buried to the hilt in her rectum began to jerk and spew its hot, bowel-searing cum deep up inside her, filling her asshole almost to bursting with its boiling fluid.
Her wild barbaric cry of triumph pierced the still night air as she felt herself filled in every hole and the first glorious tremors of her own delirious orgasm burst through the barriers of her mind and freed her once and for all for the savage enjoyment of her own now cock-hungry flesh. Shudder after climactic shudder racked her wildly flailing body as her heated pussy juices gushed out over his fingers fucking deep into her cunt beneath his cock in her ass.
Gradually, as she felt the rapidly deflating penis slip limply from her still greedily milking asshole, a luminous sense of peace and certainty filled her mind. All of a sudden she knew that the man who had ass-fucked her to such blissful fulfillment could only be Carlyle Henderson, himself. She didn't know how she knew, she just did.
She tenderly kissed the hand now lying inertly beneath her mouth and rolled over so that she could look up at the man kneeling silently beside her. The fire had died down the faint smile on his rugged face.
"You're Carlyle Henderson, aren't you?" she asked in an awed little voice.
"Of course I am," Carlyle replied brusquely. "It's about time you guessed."
"But Carlyle, why ... why...?" Jennifer faltered.
"How do you feel, Jennifer?" Carlyle interrupted her.
"Ooooooohhh, wonderful. Wonderfulllll," the young girl sighed blissfully.
"Then don't ask why, you little snit." The director smiled at her to take the sting from his words and reached down to pull another blanket over them. "And believe it or not, I've decided to go back to work, too. You've inspired me no end and I could use a good still photographer on the film set to take all the publicity photos. Think you'd like living with Valerie, Guido and myself, and working with me?"
"Oh Carlyle, God, I'd love it!" the young girl squealed. "If-if you think Valerie wouldn't mind sharing your big, beautiful cock with me once in a while."
"Mmmmm, baby." He nuzzled her ear affectionately. "Between Guido's insatiable cock and Valerie's cunt-hungry tongue, I'm going to have to be making advance reservations to fuck that gorgeous little pussy of yours. But we'll go back to the house after a long leisurely fuck on the beach in the morning and discuss the whole matter with the others."
"Oh yes, tomorrow we'll discuss it, Carlyle," Jennifer breathed happily. There would be tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow....
She slept, that night, the sleep of the dead. Her last thought before fading into unconsciousness was, Who says ugly little frogs don't turn into princes in real life when you kiss them, even if it does have to sometimes be on their big, beautiful cocks?
