Not much is heard these days about teenage runaways. In the late sixties, this problem had reached epidemic proportions. Nationwide networks were set up to help distraught parents communicate with these children. Today you don't read much in the papers about runaways, but they're still out there, lonely, frightened and in trouble.
The heroine of this novel, a blonde California teen-ager, had suffered the most humiliating sexual abuse at the hands of her stepfather. When she could no longer bear living under the same roof with him, she fled-only to wind up in the hands of even more unscrupulous people. She was taken in by the well-known millionaire publisher of a national "skin" magazine, whose feature spreads had lately included all manner of erotic photographs, and whose "blue" movies starring Hollywood's most celebrated faces, were the underground rage. So penniless and unsophisticated our heroine falls prey to this viper.
This is the story of one young girl's struggle to retain her decency in the face of a corrupt world. But admirers of fine literature will not fail to draw parallels of meaning on other levels. For this is the story of the eternal struggle of the forces of blind animal instinct against the rational mind.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"You're the only person who knows, Ellen ... and I swear, if you tell a soul I'll never speak to you again as long as I live!"
"But Lisa... Your parents will be so upset . . . And . . . And . . ." Ellen stammered...."And what about graduation?"
The two teen-aged girls walked up Miller Avenue from Tarn High in animated conversation-Lisa, tall and blonde and unspeakably beautiful; and Ellen, always seeming a step or two behind her friend, a little shorter, a little heavier, her brown hair pulled back into a plain elastic band at the nape of her neck.
"My parents have nothing to say about it," said Lisa, and sighed deeply. There were things you couldn't even tell your best friend. "You just don't understand Ellen ..."
"But," said her friend in disbelief, "Hollywood! Gosh, I mean, it's so big and fast and everyone's supposed to be so phony. You'll miss Mill Valley. You really will."
"Oh Ellen," Lisa turned to her, "I hate it here. Hate it!... And besides," she looked at her friend and spoke in the confidential tones of a confession "I want to be an actress."
Ellen stared at Lisa for suddenly she understood her best friend was starting out on a road down which she could never follow her. But certainly, if anyone was beautiful enough to be a movie star it was Lisa. God! Everyone knew the boys at school would get hard-ons just looking at her and have to walk around with their books covering their crotch. And it wasn't just beauty. Mill Valley was full of pretty blonde girls. But Lisa had this ... this quality. There was just something about her ... a kind of animal magnetism ... that drew men helplessly to her. And Lisa had always seemed totally unaware of her power.
In fact-and this was really strange-Lisa never dated, would barely even talk to the boys at school. Maybe she just hated the way they always stared at her body.
But what a body! Ellen thought, eyeing her best friend with blatant envy. Her breasts, braless beneath her soft yellow sweater, were so high and full. And those hard little nipples even drove their math teacher, Mr. Fisher, nuts so that his voice would crack every time he asked her a question in class.
And in the summer, at Muir Beach, boys and even men would walk by Lisa in her bikini and trip over their own feet. And she would just smile, apologetically, as if she had done something wrong.
Yet in all the time they'd been friends, as far as Ellen knew, she'd never gone out with any boy at Tarn High. It was a little strange, Ellen thought, but then Lisa was a very unusual person.
"You'll make a great actress, Lisa. Wow! I bet you'll be a star!... But gee, I'm gonna' miss you so much."
Lisa looked at her friend sternly. "I have to go Ellen. I-I can't explain why it has to be now. If you knew, you'd understand." How could she ever explain to Ellen why she couldn't stay one more day in Mill Valley. How could she ever tell anyone about her stepfather and the awful things that went on in her house?
"When are you leaving?"
'Tonight."
Ellen felt warm tears gushing up in her eyes. God! She would miss her friend an awful lot. As they reached the corner Ellen suddenly stopped and impulsively gave her friend a quick, emotional, somewhat embarrassed hug. "Oh, good luck, Lisa. Good luck. And please write me. Oh, gee, I'll miss you so much."
"I-I'll miss you too Ellen. Oh, gosh. I really, truly will. You're the best friend I've ever had."
That night Ellen waited until her mother and stepfather had been asleep for an hour. Then, quietly, she got up out of bed and took down her suitcase from the closet shelf.
Yes, she thought to herself. It's the only thing to do. Last night had been the last straw. She couldn't live here like this. She wouldn't.
After Lisa's father had died, her mother had married a man named Bill Robinson. Lisa had been thirteen at the time. And from the beginning there had been trouble, but Lisa had never dared tell her mother. It would have hurt her so much.
The first time was a week after the wedding. Bill had grabbed her by her arm in the hallway and pulled her into a corner. He had been drunk. "Oh, honey ... honey ... you drive me nuts. You know that? You're making me crazy with that body of yours."
Lisa tried to pull away. She was so frightened and his grip was like a vise.
"Oh please .. ." Bill was groaning, "just let me touch you ... oh please ... please ... honey ..."
It was useless for the slender teen-ager to struggle against his grip. And he had taken his big rough hands and rubbed them on her breasts through her sweater, rubbed them and squeezed them. And she had hated it. She had felt strange things happen side of her, strange flushes of heat and electricity and she didn't want to feel those things.
Then he had bent down and pressed his mouth to hers, shooting his tongue out and working her teeth open. She had wanted to gag as she felt his tongue hot and wet inside her mouth. But she didn't dare cry out.
Then they had heard the door open, Lisa's mother returning from the market, and he had released her, with a look that said he'd kill her if she said a word.
It had happened many times in the last two years. She tried to avoid him as much as possible and never, never let herself be alone in the house with him. On Wednesday nights when her mother played Bingo at the church she always studied at Ellen's house and on Saturday afternoons when her mother did the marketing, Ellen left the house early and didn't come home until dinner time.
But despite all these precautions she occasionally had the misfortune to find herself alone in the house with Bill.
Last night had been the last time.
But now she could remember the first time. The memory seared her consciousness like a brand. It was a Wednesday night, her mother's Bingo night, and Lisa had been sick with the flu.
"Oh, dear," her mother had said. "Maybe I'd better stay home and look after you, Lisa."
Her stepfather had jumped in. "Now, now, Martha... don't you worry about our little girl, you hear? I'll take good care of her."
Lisa could feel her heart pounding under her thin seersucker pajamas. Oh God, no! Mother no! Don't leave me alone with him, please. But she didn't dare say anything. It would hurt her mother more than she could bear.
When Bill Robinson walked her mother to the door downstairs, Lisa got out of bed and closed her bedroom door. Then, as she had seen people do in the movies, she propped her desk chair against the doorknob hoping it would keep him out.
Then she went back to bed and pulled the covers over her head. She closed her eyes and prayed that he would leave her alone.
That first time she had been fourteen years old, and well-developed for such a young girl. Her breasts had grown firm and hard like ripe young lemons and the soft blonde down barely covered her pubic mound. But her face-all men who saw it were instantly arrested by it-for it was womanly beyond her years. The mouth was so full and promising of sensual delights. And her large blue eyes seemed grave and wise. Her cheekbones were high and her nose small and straight. The total effect, even at that tender age, was of a beauty almost painful in its depth.
Suddenly, she had heard her stepfather's footsteps in the hallway ... heard them stop in front of her door. She lay trembling beneath her blankets, praying he would not get into her room. Then she heard the knob turn. She looked out from the covers at the small wooden chair. Bill must weigh at least 200 pounds, she thought, and that little chair looks so helplessly weak. She watched with wide-eyed terror as the chair began to shake while her stepfather banged on the door.
He was laughing!
Roaring with laughter!
He was drunk.
"Oh ho ... you little tease," he was hollering. "Think you can keep your dirty step-papa away from you, do you?!" His laughter thundered through the door.
"Go away. Please go away and leave me alone," she begged. Tears were forming deep in her throat and she didn't want to let them out. She didn't want him to see her cry. "Please ... you'll ... you'll catch my flu," she said pathetically and Bill Robinson just roared with laughter.
Then suddenly she let out a shriek of terror as she saw the little chair go flying across the room and the door flung wide open.
Bill was standing there with a can of beer in his hand and a look on his face that she would never forget-like those pictures of cruel and lustful demons in hell that she had seen at Sunday school.
"Stay away from me, Bill Robinson ... you stay away," she screamed and helplessly threw her pillow at him.
"Haw, haw haw ... little baby's playing angry is she?" He grinned and calmly his massive body moved toward her on the bed.
Oh God! she thought. This is a nightmare. This can't really be happening!
"W-what do you want?" she tried to scream, but her voice only came out a whisper. She was frozen with terror at the sight of the enormous form of her stepfather advancing toward her.
"You're so pretty, so pretty," he was muttering as he reached a large beefy hand out toward her flowered seersucker pajama tops. Then he had tugged at the neck and in one powerful movement had ripped the fragile garment from her trembling body.
The beautiful young teen-ager made a hopeless effort to cover her small firm breasts with her hands, but she was like a butterfly fighting a beast for he had pushed her flat down on the bed and was tearing the thin pajama bottoms from her body.
"God! You're such a pretty thing," he was muttering drunkenly, almost to himself.
"Oh God, please ... leave me alone," she whimpered.
And then his mouth had been crushed against hers as his tongue smacked wetly at her tightly clenched lips until he forced her soft mouth open. At the same time his hands moved roughly over her wildly thrashing little naked body. He groaned like a wounded animal as he felt her smooth hard breasts and little erect nipples on his palms. Then his hands moved down her flat, quivering belly to the thin blonde down which barely covered her virginal pussy.
She looked at him with terror and venom in her eyes. "This is rape .. .it's rape!" she spat at him fiercely as his large demanding hands were now working their way between her tightly clenched thighs. Suddenly, she felt his finger pressing against her tight virginal cuntal opening.
"Please, please ... it hurts! Owwwww! You're hurting me!" she cried.
His attention had wandered then back to the lust maddening sight of her naked breasts. He clamped his mouth over his stepdaughter's pink little nipple, sucking it deeply into his warm wet mouth, biting lightly at it with his teeth.
"Go away. Oh, please, leave me alone. LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Bill Robinson half-laughed, half-grunted at her protests as his hands flew wildly over her trembling nakedness. His harsh kisses were bruising her soft young lips as his tongue once again forced its way into the moist warmth of her mouth.
The young teen-age victim began to pound her tiny fists against his huge barrel chest, but he only laughed at her pathetic effort to free herself.
"Owww ...!" she cried out as once again his big fingers were rubbing and tweaking her breasts unmercifully, making her wince with pain.
"Oh God, please ... Bill... stop. You're hurting me!" she shrieked as his out- stretched middle finger once again tried to worm its way into her tightly resisting cuntal passage.
Bill Robinson was maddened with lust beyond control and, inside his pants, his throbbing cock was pressing hotly into the beautiful blonde teen-ager's naked, smooth thighs. Lisa was frightened to look down now, terrified by what she might see. One time in the hallway he had forced her to look at his blood-engorged penis and she nearly had fainted at the sight of it.
Now she shut her eyes tightly as she felt his hot mouth once again return to her tender young breasts, sucking ever more violently on her now sore flesh, his head bobbing steadily from one to the other.
She had whimpered in terror, and then suddenly she gasped as his thumb began to rub the sensitive nerve endings of her small young clitoris. Suddenly Lisa gasped: "Oooooohhhh, nooooooo...."
His constant biting and sucking at her sensitive young tits was making her cringe with pain, yet somehow the pressure of his huge finger pressing against her virginal pussy was sending strange sensations of pleasure throughout her body!
The young teen-ager was painfully confused by her strange reaction to her stepfather's brutal rape and then-as his huge finger made a sudden plunge straight through her tight maidenhead into the tight clasping depths of her cunt-Lisa let out a blood-curdling cry of pain!
"Oh God! Aiiieeeeee! You're hurting me!" Tears were streaming down her soft cheeks and her body was writhing in agony, struggling to get away from the viselike grip of his left hand holding her down to the bed while his right middle finger was fucking excitedly now in and out her painfully writhing cunt.
"Stop! Dear God! Please. Stop. Stoooo-pppppp!"
But Bill Robinson was like an animal out of control. His wetly slobbering mouth made a trail down to the flat plane of her belly. Then, suddenly, he had stopped at the soft down of her pubic triangle. He forced her slender young legs wide apart, as he stared in wonder at the wildly arousing sight of her wetly glistening young cunt with his outstretched middle finger sawing in and out of the tight pink flesh. As his eyes devoured the mouth-watering sight of her defenseless young cunt, he removed his finger, and, holding her legs widely splayed open, he bent closer and kissed the silken flesh of her belly. Then, slowly moving downward, he ran his tongue around and around her soft mound of downy blonde pubic hair.
The young blonde teen-ager struggled with every bit of strength in her slender young body against his assault, but she was helpless against his brute strength. Then she felt him raise up her legs, forcing them back to her shoulders.
"Bill! Oh, God! Bill-what are you dooo-iiiinngggg?!"
But her stepfather merely grunted his animal laugh and she heard the wicked hissing sound of his zipper opening. Dear Lord, no, please, don't let him rape me! Her mind was reeling with torment now as his hugely throbbing cock stood only inches from her warm wet virginal passage. Then unable to resist any longer, Robinson had pressed forward with his hips, pushing his thick, blood-engorged member against her tightly virginal cuntal opening.
Christ! she is tight! he thought.
Then suddenly he could feel the tight elastic mouth of her cunt give way and the hot rubbery tip of his penis popped inside of her wide-stretched pussy lips, tearing through the tight membrane of her maidenhood.
"Aiiiieeeeeee!" Lisa screamed in agony- both physical and mental-as her virginity was painfully surrendered to this unfeeling rape by her drunken stepfather.
He was fucking his huge thick penis in and out of her tightly writhing young pussy now, ramming her viciously, and though she continued to cry and beg for mercy it was useless. Bill Robinson was deaf to her protest, numb to her pain. All he knew was that he had to cum, and he fucked his enormous rampaging cock mercilessly in and out of her nakedly upturned cunt, his balls slapping painfully against her ass-cheeks.
The helplessly writhing teenager knew now that nothing she could do would stop him. His skewering thickness was ravaging her innocent young pussy, the lust- hardened shaft growing more monstrously huge with each powerful thrust.
Her stepfather could feel her warmly clasping cunt muscles tightening over the entire length of his massively blood engorged member as she clenched her muscles in a vain effort to rid her body of his unwanted hardness. But this had only en-cited him to fuck even more mindlessly. He could feel her fingernails digging into his shoulders, but nothing would stop him now. He felt like he was about to explode!
He fucked like a wild beast and felt himself suddenly cumming without warning, filling his stepdaughter's ravished cunt with hot creamy sperm that was pumping unceasingly from his rock hard cock as he moaned out his pleasure like an animal.
"I'm cummmmminggggg! Oh God, baby, I'm cumming."
Then he collapsed over the wretchedly weeping young girl as the last of his hot thick cum flowed obscenely out of her cock filled pussy and down between her trembling ass-cheeks, dripping on the clean flowered sheets of her bed.
In a moment he stood up and looked at her like a big sad bear.
Then he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "You love your stepdaddy, don't you baby. Don't you."
Lisa turned her head away and wept silently to herself. At that moment her pain grew even more keen, because she had felt suddenly sorry for her mother and the pathetic animal she had married.
The next two years of living at home were sheer agony for Lisa. She dared not tell her mother anything and though she arranged her life so that she would never be alone with Bill Robinson, there were in two years, several times when they had wound up alone in the house together, and each time he had raped her as brutally as he had that first night. And each time, when it was over, he had been sad-eyed and guilty and tender with her, which had just made it all that much worse.
But last night had been the very last time. She was old enough now to leave. She had to leave. It would hurt her mother for awhile, she knew, but not as much as the truth would have.
Her adolescence had been hell because of Bill Robinson, but she was ready now to be free.
CHAPTER TWO
The night was perfect stillness and only the conversation of the crickets echoed through the dark silence. Lisa's mother and Bill had been asleep now for more than an hour. It was time.
She fastened her suitcase closed and took one last look at the room that had been hers for as long as she could remember. Then she tiptoed down the stairs, holding her breath so as not to disturb the stillness of the sleeping household, and slipped quietly out the front door.
She felt a sudden pang of sadness tearing at her heart as she realized she was leaving her childhood behind, and leaving her mother for whom she felt only the deepest love.
Under cover of the darkness she walked down back streets toward Tarn Junction. The suitcase felt heavy, but she did not dare to stop and rest. She could not break her stride. She feared she might break like a little child and run back into her mother's arms. And she walked quickly, frightened too that her parents might wake and discover her absence.
She was only a few blocks from the Junction now, but she stayed off the coast highway, walking instead down little side streets until, at last, she found herself only a few hundred yards from the Freeway entrance.
She put her suitcase down by the side of the road. She had to take the chance now, she thought, as she stepped out into the road and put out her thumb.
She had only been standing there a few moments when a sleek white Jaguar screeched to a stop.
A handsome man in his early thirties peered out at her from the darkness. "Jump in," he said in an easy and friendly way.
"Thanks," Lisa smiled and opened the door, sliding comfortably into the soft leather seat.
Cal Harding looked at the beautiful young girl beside him and smiled quietly to himself. What a beauty, he thought... and I've seen plenty of beauties. But this chick ... something special...
"Where you heading?" he asked speaking very calmly and confident.
His calm and relaxed manner put Lisa at her ease.
"L.A.," she smiled ...
"Are you visiting friends down there?" he asked.
"No. I really don't know anyone down there. But I . . ." here she hesitated. It wasn't the sort of thing one blurted out to strangers.
He didn't probe with questions. He didn't have to. The trip would be a long one and he was confident she would open up to him by the time they got to L.A.
They drove in silence for awhile and, before she had even realized it, Lisa dozed off. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, when she awoke abruptly as the car came to a stop at an all-night restaurant. It looked like Denny's.
"Where are we?" she mumbled out of her sleep. For a moment in her disorientation she thought she was home in her room. Then a sense of fear mixed with exhilaration filled her young body as she realized she was on the road, very very far from home.
"Hungry?" Cal asked.
She was starved, but she had so little money and it had to last until she could find a job in L.A. "Nope ... I'll just wait here," she said shyly.
"Come on ... my treat," Cal smiled.
"Oh ... no ... I couldn't."
"Hate to eat alone ..."
"Okay," she laughed. He was such a considerate man.
Now that they were in a well-lighted booth, Cal Harding took a better look at the young hitchhiker. Oh yeahhhhh! he thought to himself. What a pair of tits. Jesus, I get a hard on just looking at them through that sweater... and, Christ! I've seen the most beautiful women in the world stark naked!
Lisa studied the menu and Cal studied Lisa. Oh, this baby will do. Yes, sir. She'll photograph like a wet dream.
"So, you're going to L.A. to get into movies?" Cal grinned.
Lisa looked at him in astonishment.
"How did you know?"
Cal's answer was sincere. "You've got what it takes to be a movie star kid. And I'm not just saying that to flatter you. But it takes a lot more than just being beautiful to be a good actress, if you know what I mean. It takes a lot of life experience."
Lisa didn't really know what he meant but she smiled and nodded. She was flattered by his encouragement.
"Are you in the movie business?" she asked.
"Sort of," Cal chuckled to himself. "I'm a photographer," he said. What he didn't tell her was that he took pictures of people in every manner of sexual combination and had directed some of the most sensational sex films ever seen-films that all Hollywood whispered about because of the famous faces in them.
"What kind of pictures do you take?" Lisa asked.
"Did you ever hear about or see a magazine called Top Floor?"
Lisa blushed. Everyone knew Top Floor. It's formula of sensual naked woman and articles by first-rate writers had made it one of the top magazines in America. These days it had expanded still further and had a four-page photo spread of graphically explicit sex scenes in every issue.
"Come on, now, little girl. Don't tell me you think there's something wrong with showing the naked body?" He laughed with superiority, knowing it would make her embarrassed to admit a prudish viewpoint. But the young girl held more firmly to her convictions that he would have given her credit for. Lisa blushed, but would not be manipulated: "I really don't think much of that kind of magazine" she said. "It exploits women."
Good, thought Cal. J like a strong one. More fun to tame!
"You're prettier than most of the girls in the magazine, you know. Much prettier." Where intimidation didn't work, maybe flattery would.
"Thank you."
"Now I'm not even gonna try and talk you into anything ... too many girls give their eye teeth to model for us."
"I'm sure," said Lisa curtly. "But not me.
"I like a girl with spirit," Cal said. He wouldn't push the point. He'd play a nice easy game with this little one. She would be eating out of the palm of his hot hand soon enough.
They drove in comfortable silence through the night, Lisa dozing from time to time. Occasionally they would engage in an easy, joking conversation. There was no more mention of that magazine Top Floor and Lisa was happy for that.
The sun was just coming up over the Santa Monica mountains when the white XKE came off the freeway onto Sunset Boulevard travelling east.
"Listen ... I live at Ace Carbone's mansion . . . we'll be there just in time for breakfast. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a bit if you would join us ..."
Ace Carbone's mansion-she had seen pictures of it in People magazine a few months earlier.
"Oh ... no thank you ... I-I..."
"Hey, little girl. You got someplace to go?"
Lisa looked down then at her hands which were resting in her lap. She was becoming embarrassed because of the conversation with him and the direction it was going in. Her fingers started to fidget.
"Well, n-no."
"Then you just come on with me. Carbone doesn't bite, you know. He's a pretty nice guy ... and he knows a lot of people. He could help you with your career."
"Are you sure he wouldn't mind." "Hey, you're shy!"
Cal was charmed. It wasn't often you got to see a girl blush in the City of the Angels.
CHAPTER THREE
Never in her life had Lisa seen anything like Beverly Hills. Street after street of enormous mansions in every style of architecture imaginable. A touch of Spain, a little bit of old Cape Cod, Victorian England. The Jaguar wound its way up into the hills, where the huge houses became estates, surrounded by acres of parkland, locking the public out with massive imposing gates.
But nothing... nothing in the world was like the mansion that Ace Carbone owned.
It was a castle... complete with turrets, moat and drawbridge. Lisa was surprised that there weren't beefeaters guarding the gate.
"Wow!" was all she managed to say. Cal just smiled.
"Not a bad little cottage, huh?"
An exquisite dark-haired woman in a bikini opened the door for them.
"Hey, Carlotta. How's it going." Cal gave her a friendly little slap on the backside.
"Oh, come on in Cal. Carbone's not here. He's in New York until tonight. But he'll be back for the party tonight ... say, who's your friend?"
Carlotta regarded Lisa with a mixture of curiosity and jealousy.
Cal introduced them. "I'm gonna do some tests on her tomorrow, Carlotta. Can you get a room fixed up for her?"
Lisa looked questioning at Cal. Maybe she hadn't made herself clear. She was certainly not going to model for Top Floor magazine.
But Cal winked and put a finger to his lips as if to say, don't take it seriously. Just leave everything to me.
Carlotta went to see about a room and Cal explained: "Don't worry about a thing honey. You've got no place to stay and the Carbone mansion is full of empty rooms. Just leave everything to me!"
"I'm not going to model!"
"Don't worry about a thing."
Carlotta returned. "Come on, honey. Let me show you your room."
They passed several other beautiful girls as they walked through the castle but no men.
"This is Carbone's little kingdom," Carlotta quipped.
Lisa gaped in astonishment when Carlotta opened the door to the room that was to be hers. Never in her life had she seen anything so beautiful.
First there was the view ... there were windows on three sides of the room, each with a different aerial view of Los Angeles below. It made her feel heady, almost as if she were flying.
And the windows were covered with a yellow chiffon pulled to the side. It was like walking into sunshine. There was a yellow satin bedspread with little cornflowers on it, and an antique pine dresser with a china basin on it full of fresh flowers ...
"Here's your bathroom," said Carlotta, opening the door to a mirror covered room, walls and ceilings and a thick plush white rug on the floor. "Say, are you coming to the party tonight?"
"Gee ... I don't know."
"Sure you will." She looked at Lisa, taking in her faded jeans and T-shirt. "Do you have something to wear?"
"Well ... I... not really...."
"Don't worry. We'll find you something." Carlotta smiled at her for the first time. "Welcome to L.A. kid."
CHAPTER FOUR
Lisa gasped as she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress Carlotta had brought her was so daring! It was a floor length black crepe sheathe with a v-neckline slashed almost to her waist. Her full, melon-shaped breasts were almost completely visible, high and rounded and practically bursting out of the thin cloth, while her nipples could be seen protruding through the sheer black fabric.
But she looked beautiful and she knew it! She had never seen herself look like this. Like a woman. Like a beautiful grown woman, not a high school girl. The dress was slashed on both sides almost to the hip, and she admired her long, sleekly tanned legs in the little bejeweled sandals with very high heels that Carlotta had also brought for her.
As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror she felt a faint stirring of excitement between her legs and she turned quickly from her own image, ashamed of her narcissism.
"You look gorgeous."
She turned to face Cal at the door to her room.
"Don't you knock?"
"Hey, come on baby. You have a right to admire yourself."
The look in his eyes bothered Lisa. Something about it reminded her of Bill Robinson. She pushed the thought from her mind.
"The guests are starting to arrive ...
come on downstairs and I'll introduce you around. And listen, don't let the famous faces throw you, honey ... You're more beautiful than any one of them ..."
"Oh, Cal ... this is all so wonderful. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."
"Don't worry about a thing," he said slipping his arm around her tiny waist and leading her down the long staircase into the main ballroom where the party was just beginning.
Lisa had never seen anything like this in her life. It was like movies she had seen about the court of Versailles. The ballroom walls were all mirrored and crystal Chandeliers illuminated the room with a magical glow.
And then Lisa began to notice the faces. There was not one she did not recognize!
"Well, hello, hello, helloooo." It was Ace Carbone, greeting Cal, asking to be introduced to Lisa. She'd seen his face so often she almost felt as if she knew him. She'd seen him on Johnny Carson's show, and on Merv Griffin's, had seen his pictures in hundreds of newspaper and magazine photos. She could smell the liquor on his breath as he put his hands roughly around her waist and kissed her wetly on the cheek.
Cal handed her a glass of scotch as a waiter brought a tray of drinks around and he began introducing her to people. She felt like she was dreaming... it was like stepping inside a fan magazine. He introduced her to Jack Pennyson, and Warren Bailey, to Liz and Liza and Fay... When she shook hands with Barry Brand, still magnetically charming though his hair was now almost pure white, she could feel her knees go weak with the thrill of it. Over in the corner she noticed a beautiful aging redheaded woman wearing dark glasses and seated alone. "Who's that?" she asked Cal.
"That's Helen Cresci!"
"Wow! I didn't know she was still alive!" Helen Cresci had been the biggest star Hollywood had ever known in the thirties and forties. Then, overnight she had left the acting business and was rarely seen in public.
Her first drink was replaced with a second and Lisa was feeling lightheaded and excited. There was an air of expectancy in the room and vaguely Lisa wondered why everyone seemed to be waiting for something.
"Okay, everyone . . ." Carbone's New York street voice boomed above the crowd ... "Show time folks ... We are about to begin."
"Oh .. . are we going to see a movie?" Lisa asked, but her question was ignored. She was beginning to feel a little dizzy. Was this her third drink ... or her fourth ...?
She followed Cal to a screening room and was seated beside him as the lights dimmed. She heard the sound of the projector beginning to roll and a set of elaborate credits came up in the flaming red-orange colors of the old Hollywood spectaculars. The film was called, The Victim. Lisa tried to remember if she'd ever seen it on television.
The scene opened in an old-fashioned Victorian boudoir, with a huge four-poster bed in the middle. The film was in color, but a faded color, and looked very old. It must be a classic, Lisa thought. A young woman, dressed in a high-necked gown walked into the room.
Lisa recognized her immediately. "Why, that's Helen Cresci isn't it?"
Cal nodded.
Lisa watched as the famous movie star began to remove her clothes.
"She looks so young. This movie must have been made a long time ago."
Again Cal just nodded. Lisa was puzzled. There wasn't much nudity in films when Helen Cresci was that young.
She watched with interest as the movie star pulled off the dress, leaving only her lace panties and bra. Then Helen Cresci began to run her hands sensually over her hips and belly. Then, Lisa was astounded as she watched the woman remove her lacy black brassiere, revealing the smooth white skin of her firm full breasts and began running her fingers on the tips of her cherry-red nipples, making them grow visibly hard.
Lisa could feel her heart beating in her chest. Something was very wrong! Why was Helen Cresci taking her clothes off in a movie obviously made thirty years ago.
On the screen Helen Cresci was parading nakedly around the room wearing only stockings and a garter belt.
Someone refilled her glass and Lisa continued to sip it.
In the film a man-oh goodness, it was Barry Brand- had just climbed in the window of the room.
It was just like a movie she had seen Barry Brand in about a cat burglar-only in the real movie, Helen Cresci had not been stark naked!
"Okay, my pretty... on all fours!" Barry Brand was ordering her in his crisp, slightly British tones.
"Oh, no!" Helen Cresci looked terrified. "No, please!"
Lisa watched in utter disbelief as Barry Brand, larger than life on the screen, suddenly ripped the flimsy material of Helen's lace panties from her body.
Now Lisa could see the full, round globes of Helen Cresci's ass protruding from her garter belt. The innocent young blonde could not believe her eyes. Barry Brand was pushing his hand now between Helen's smooth white inner thighs.
"Good Grief!" Lisa exclaimed. "What kind of a movie is this!?" She wanted to run but she was frozen-afraid, embarrassed and ... fascinated.
There was Barry Brand with his fingers far up inside Helen Cresci's pussy. At first the redheaded movie star fought and protested Barry Brand's brutal treatment, and her body writhed and fought against him, but uselessly. Gradually, Lisa began to notice a subtle change in the woman's voice. It was still moaning, but softer now, as if she was really enjoying it.
The camera had a close-up of Helen's ass-cheeks now and Lisa could make out the scarlet valley of moist flesh inside her hair-lined pussy slit, could actually see the moisture now seeping from her pussy. Lisa could hardly believe her eyes.
This was a dirty movie starring Barry Brand and Helen Cresci and they weren't acting. This was too realistic to be acting ... this was .. . real sex.
Lisa continued to drink the scotch in front of her, as if somehow it could extinguish the fire which was beginning to kindle in her own loins. It was almost as if she herself were being touched between her legs by Barry Brand.
Lisa knew she should ask Cal to get her out of here, but something inside her was making her stay. A deep sense of shame began to overwhelm her because she was becoming excited by the obscene images on the screen.
She looked up again and now was able to see the great pulsing bulge in the crotch of the film actor's tight "cat burglar" pants. Lisa took in her breath sharply as she watched the handsome actor begin to undress. This was too unbelievable! Barry Brand slid his tight pants down over his legs and Lisa thought she would faint. He wore no underwear and as the pants slid down his legs, she saw the thick meatiness of his blood engorged erection suddenly spring straight out from the black triangle of his pubic hair!
Barry Brand, the matinee idol who, fully dressed, could make women swoon, was larger than life on the screen now with a huge, throbbing erection, a turgid stiffness of lusting flesh that looked larger than Bill Robinson's! Much larger! The spongy purplish cock head was throbbing and Lisa could see one tiny drop of seminal fluid nestled just inside the little slit at the end.
He was standing behind the redheaded actress now, holding his throbbing cock in one hand as he moved closer to her nakedly exposed buttocks. When he moved his hips forward, his lust-hardened cock was only an inch from the crevice between her ass-cheeks. For a moment he stroked his cock, and Lisa could not believe how huge and throbbing it looked.
"Cal, please, I have to go," she begged. She did not belong here. This whole party, movie stars or no, was a wicked place to be. She had to leave. "Please Cal... please... get me out of here!"
He glanced over at her. He could feel the flush in her cheeks and knew she was excited by what she was seeing. "Hey, now don't be a little prude. You're a big girl in the big city now, baby." Lisa was hurt, but still she made no move to leave by herself. Where would she go? She had no car, she didn't really even know where they were.
Despite herself she found her attention drawn back to the screen and now she saw that Helen Cresci's buttocks were now spread so that Lisa could see her tightly puckering anus. Oh my God! She suddenly understood. Barry Brand was going to put his penis there! Oh God! What a horrible thing to do.
What she saw next on the screen was almost beyond belief, filling her with a revulsion she almost could not endure. But why was she just frozen to the spot. Was she too drunk to move, or too frightened- or too curious?
Barry Brand was bending forward now, his face close to the tiny brownish puckering ring. Then his tongue slid out and began to probe her asshole.
"Ooooh," Lisa heard Helen Cresci moan lasciviously now. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhiiiiee-eeee ... put it in my ass, baby. Fuck me in the ass!"
Brand's middle finger replaced his mouth then and wormed its way deeply into the tightly sucking rubbery passage of her rectum. She could see that his finger was sunk all the way up into the tight clinging passage, and Lisa cringed as she heard the movie star scream from what appeared to be a strange combination of pleasure and pain.
In and out, in and out, Brand's finger teased and Helen Cresci wriggled her naked buttocks back against the palm of his hand making deep mewls of pleasure. At the same time Brand was stroking on his erect throbbing cock with his other hand.
Then suddenly the actor pulled his finger from the redhead's anus with a quick movement that made a slight sucking noise as it popped clear of the tight passage. Lisa was astounded at the size Brand's cock had grown to. The huge purple head seemed to visibly throb with his passion, as brutally he dug his fingers into the actress's buttocks flesh, pulling them apart to prepare for the ultimate entry.
Lisa was shocked to find that she was unconsciously squirming her now warmly moistening pussy against the chair beneath her. She felt Cal's arm lightly on her shoulders now, felt his hand accidentally graze her breast, sending thrilling shocks of electricity through her body. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the neck and though she protested-"Oh, please, Cal, no!"-she felt her body flush heatedly all over.
On the screen Barry Brand had just pressed his hips forward and Lisa watched wide-eyed now as the purple, spongy cock-head came in contact with the tightly puckering anal opening. Helen continued to wriggle her buttocks back as Barry Brand's blood-throbbing cock pushed hard against the rubbery brownish-pink hole. The tightly elastic flesh was resisting the entry of his blue-veined stiffness and then Lisa gasped audibly as she watched the film star's huge cock slide suddenly up the girl's anal passage.
Helen shrieked in pain. "Aiiiiiieeeeee! Oooowwwwww!" as her rear passage was stretched almost beyond its capacity. But Brand did not withdraw. She could see the famous cocky smile on his sensually cruel lips as he fucked still deeper, ravaging her tiny nether passage yet another inch further.
"Aarrrrgggghhhhhh! Aieeeeee!" Helen Cresci was screaming in agony, trying to pull her hips away from the huge, blood engorged member plundering her nether regions, but Brand had her firmly around the waist with his big strong hands, and she was powerless.
Again and again Barry Brand thrust his enormous, blood-swollen member even deeper into the actress's tightly resisting anal opening as she writhed in agony and begged for mercy. He was fucking her, battering her with enormous force, his balls slapping harshly against her hotly seeping cuntal crevice.
Never had Lisa seen a human being experience as much pain as Helen Cresci, and her own fingers were clutching the arms of her chair, knuckles bone white, in empathy. Then she shut her eyes tight. She couldn't watch this hideous cruel obscenity any longer.
It was the change in Helen Cresci's cries that made her open her eyes again. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Lisa heard the actress mewl with definite undertones of pleasure. "Oooooohhhhhh!"
The redheaded film actress's buttocks were grinding now in slow rolling motions as if she wanted Brand's huge throbbing cock fucking even deeper into her anal passage. Then slowly, the actor withdrew his long thickness from the depths of the widely stretched rectum. God! thought Lisa, unconsciously pressing her still moistening pussy against her seat even harder. Goodness!It's so much bigger than anything I've ever seen.
Then suddenly the huge, lust-engorged stiffness was plunging deep again into the seething depths of Helen Cresci's painfully stretched rectal opening. Lisa couldn't believe the look of ecstasy on the actress's face, couldn't believe the hotly churning sensations in her own belly.
Oh God! I never should have sat here and watched this. This is awful!
Cal was lightly circling her nipple now with his sure fingers through the sheer black fabric of her dress.
"No ... no," she whispered in protest, as thrilling shivers of heated excitement coursed through her body from his touch. "Please, Cal. It's wrong."
"Gotta grow up sometime sweetheart," Cal grinned.
"Please. Let's leave."
Cal only smiled in response. "Now, you don't really want to go, do you?"
Lisa couldn't bear to admit the truth to herself. She didn't want to go. That is, part of her didn't want to go. Her body didn't want to leave the thrilling passion of this experience. But her mind-her mind shrieked with the same pained protest as when Bill Robinson had raped her-her mind worked hard to protect her innocence, and the result of this struggle between mind and body was that she was immobile. And the sensations in her own belly continued to grow. She could feel the dampness between her own legs grow greater and greater. Her innocent young pussy was so hot and damp with excitement. It was awful, but that was what was happening. It was up to her now. She had to leave. It didn't matter that she didn't know where she would go. She had to get out of here.
Suddenly she stood up.
Cal grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her back into the seat.
"Don't be an idiot, sweetheart," he said harshly.
She tried to stand again.
This time he was even rougher, and she could feel his fingers bruising her bare slender arm.
"I said stay."
Something in his tone made her afraid to defy him. She took another sip of scotch and felt it warm her belly. Now she could feel the tip of her own hardened clitoris against the thin fabric of her panties, sending flashing shocks of electricity through her body, making her flush still more with excitement.
"Fuck my ass, baby lover. Oh God! Fuck it good. Fuck it hard!"
Lisa could not believe the obscenities spilling from Helen Cresci's mouth as Barry Brand drove his cock in and out of her burning rectal passage with longer and harder strokes. Her buttocks were undulating rhythmically and the hot liquids from her cunt were dripping down the soft inner flesh of her creamy, milky white thighs.
Lisa glanced at Cal. He had a wide grin on his face. Then Lisa's eyes dropped lowe unconsciously, to his crotch. Good Go What a hard bulge he had between his legs. Oooohh! Lisa was losing control. The sight of Cal's thick hard-on through his pants made her swallow hard. She wasn't herself; she felt so lost, helpless to fight the powerful sensations coursing through her body.
The couple on the screen were fucking in a more wild rhythm now as their orgasms neared. Helen was screwing back her buttocks wildly, obscenities coursing from her mouth between the animalistic mewls and groans of pleasure.
"Oooooo, make me cum, baby. Make me cum. Oooohhhhhh!" she cried shrilly, almost incoherently. Her red hair flew wildly from side to side and her huge breasts swayed beneath her body, the nipples hard and red and distended now. Harder and harder Brand buffeted her slender body as Lisa stared transfixed, her eyes watching as Brand's lust-bloated testicles swung back and forth, swung up between Helen Cresci's thighs on the forward stroke. Lisa's own cunt was on fire now. Oh God! She wanted to do something to relieve it. Wanted to touch herself, but she didn't dare!
Then suddenly, Helen Cresci was shaking and jerking wildly, screaming out her earth-shattering climax. Lisa could even see the hot liquid of her pussy juices running wetly down her inner thighs from the pink opening of her hair-fringed pussy slit.
Brand fucked deeper, still deeper into the actress's tight elastic rectal opening and Helen Cresci continued to scream and jerk her orgasm, begging Brand to fill her asshole with his hot cum.
Brand felt the beginning of his self-control slipping. He began pounding all the more solidly into her trembling body.
Then, with a wild groan, Brand's cock released the pent-up sperm and began shooting hot blasts of searing cum deep up inside the famous actress's rectal opening.
The redheaded actress was still coming, her wild cries like an animal symphony of accompaniment. "Oooooohhhh! Aiiiiieeee-ee! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." she chanted mindlessly, her face contorted with passion His cock felt as if it as about to be detached from his body and left inside hers.
For the first time Lisa was very aware of the others in the room .. . sounds and groans and sighs seemed to surround her and the whole room seemed to be taking part in the scene on the screen in front of them.
Brand's cum was still pumping hotly into Helen Cresci's widely stretched anal opening, squirting in great explosive blasts from his enormous cock. It seemed it would never end. Lisa was horrified at the explosive excitement she could feel deep inside her own cunt as Brand finished his orgasm. Despite herself she was wishing she had been Helen Cresci, able to have Barry Brand's enormous blood-hardened cock pounding relentless into her own helplessly stretched anal opening even though she had never experienced it.
Oh No! What was she thinking? She took another drink of scotch and let it work its calming magic over her confused and tormented being.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lisa was shaking with a curious mixture of shame and desire as the film ended and the screening room lights went on. She looked around her in utter horror-people were in all stages of undress, and worse-some were-were actually doing it! Right there!
Just a few feet from her a young starlet had Carbone's huge, hotly throbbing organ in her mouth and was sucking furiously at it. And alongside of them, another girl was sucking the starlet's large white breasts. Everywhere she looked her eyes fell on sights that filled her with horror.
The orgiastic scene was too much for the innocent young girl. Suddenly she rose from her seat, fleeing the room, fleeing the famous faces with obscene expressions that horrified her. The whole room seemed to throb with lewd excitement and Lisa was hardly aware of the tears that were streaming down her face as she ran from the room ... unaware, too, that the star of the film they had just seen had not taken his eyes from her.
Once inside the pretty yellow room she felt a sense of relief. She lay back on the soft quilted bed and let her natural breathing return. She tried to focus on the flowers in the basin, on the impressionistic painting on the wall, but the most horrible scenes of sexual abandon kept whipping across her mind.
And her body felt like it was in a turmoil of heat. She was more wildly aroused than she had ever been in her life, and though her mind wanted to deny that fact, she could not deny the fact that her pussy was warm and getting wetter by the minute. And even here, alone on her bed, she could not stop her hips from squirming and undulating slightly with desire. She felt a burning passion in her loins more powerful than anything she had ever known, and she did not know how to extinguish it. Her nipples were so hard too, and the more she breathed, the more they'd rub against the soft black fabric of her dress, and the more grotesquely excited she would become. She had to admit she really felt it.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Go away," she said. "I don't want to see anybody."
"Please," said the voice on the other side of the door, the deep, faintly British accent that any woman in the world would recognize ... it was Barry Brand! "You looked so upset," he said, sounding so cool and so charming it was hard to believe she had actually seen him do that awful thing in the movie just a few moments earlier. "I thought we might have a little chat."
She was about to protest again, but noticed that the door to her room was slowly opening.
"Hope you don't mind.... Can't stand to see a beauty in distress." Barry Brand's hair was almost completely white now, and he must have been in his sixties, but his tall muscular body looked as fit as a young man's.
His manner now was so gentle she found it almost impossible to believe he was the actor in that obscene film doing terrible things to Helen Cresci.
"I-It was so awful!" she cried out. "I've never seen anything like it in my whole life."
Barry Brand sat down beside her on the edge of the bed.
"Young lady," he said, "I'm a good deal older than you and perhaps even a bit wiser.... Let me tell you one thing I've learned in my life ..."
His hand had reached out in a fatherly way for hers and as he held it, Lisa was aware of tiny hot sparks flying directly to the core of her belly, fuming the fire in her loins to an even greater heat.
". . . One thing . . ." he was saying. "Nothing human beings do to each other with consent is wrong... Do you know the most awful feeling in this world?" he asked her.
"What?" asked Lisa dutifully. She felt now as if she were being comforted by a kindly old grandfather.
"To have a need, a burning need in your body, and to not be able to satisfy it."
His answer went straight to Lisa's soul and because she could not admit even to herself what she felt and wanted at this moment, she simply had to burst into tears.
The gallant Brand put his arms around her trembling shoulders. He could feel the burning desire that was wracking the young girl's body, but was old enough and wise enough to make his moves carefully. Having Barry Brand's muscular yet gentle arms around her merely fueled the raging fire in her cunt and she pushed him away roughly.
She didn't want to admit feeling.
Still the aging matinee idol was patient.
"I've got something to calm you down i you like," he said casually, pulling a large flat white tablet from his pocket. He mumbled the name of the pill, and Lisa thought she heard him call it a "lewd," in a mumbled voice.
Dear me, she thought. My imagination is distorting everything now.
He brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and broke the pill in half so it would be easier for her to swallow.
Because Barry Brand was a consummate actor, it was not difficult for him to play the fatherly comforter to perfection, even while desire for this sweet, untouched young thing was burning his brain and his body. My God! Not since Harlow so many years ago had he seen a young girl with such an overwhelming sexual power. Only where Harlow had been totally conscious of her effect on men, this lovely blonde seemed completely unaware. All the more appealing.
"How do you feel?" he asked after a few minutes.
Lisa felt wonderful.. . . Every muscle in her body felt wonderfully relaxed, and she was filled with warmth and sensuality. She could still taste the tears in her throat and wondered why on earth she had been crying. She felt great!
"I feel. .. marvelous," she smiled at him, and it struck her for the first time that this was Barry Brand, the Barry Brand, sitting inches from her on the bed.
Brand knew the effects of this soporific only too well. It completely destroyed inhibitions, made one melt to every touch, give in to every pleasurable impulse. He made his moves with a slow and easy grace.
With total gentleness, he reached out and lightly stroked her shoulder. Then, almost imperceptibly his hand was sliding the zipper down her long feline back.
"Oh no," Lisa protested. "What are you doing?" But the air on her naked skin felt so goooood.
"Doesn't it feel nice ... ? Isn't your dress a little tight and constricting?"
Lisa's mind wasn't working properly. She knew she should keep her clothes on but Brand was right ... it would feel so nice to be naked.
Then, inadvertently, the opened dress slid down her slender shoulders revealing the ripe voluptuous mounds of her firm young breasts, their nipples hard and so inviting to the touch. Her arms flew up to cover herself, and then the strangest thing happened. The touch of her own hands on her tits sent excruciatingly pleasurable streams of fire coursing throughout her body.
Brand swallowed hard. And with a little gentle coaxing, he was able to take her hands from their position of protection.
Lisa felt lost in a delirium of sensations. Vainly she searched for the will to stop the rollercoaster of desire she was riding on, but she could not. She found herself unable to protest as Brand slid her dress down her hips and legs and off her, she felt them fall in a puddle on the floor. A small breeze playing in her pussy hair and on her clitoris, and Lisa could not help but make small undulating movements with her hips.
Oh God, thought Brand, his cock growing hard, pulsing with blood in his pants ... Oh God, I want her so much!
Somewhere in the back of her mind, little warning signals went off unnoticed. The combination of the scotch she had been drinking all evening to calm her nerves from the shock of the obscene movie she was forced to watch and the large white pill she had been given, seemed to dissolve every shred of normal inhibition that she had. She barely noticed that Brand was removing his own clothes, barely noticed that is until she saw the huge purple throbbing member jutting out between his still muscular legs.
"Now, my dear, I will give you what you've waited all your life for... I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you till you cum like a volcano!"
"Oh, no ... please," Lisa protested in a vague, weak way. Because his words had sent wild thrills of excitement up her spine as her hungry young eyes took in every inch of his enormous blood-engorged member.
"M-Mr. Brand! What are you doing?" She could not admit out loud her burning, all-consuming desire for the incredible handsome, white-haired movie star.
Brand put his arms around her tiny waist now and pulled her to his own naked chest. The feel of her full breasts and hard nipples against his bare skin drove him nearly mad with desire.
"I want to fuck you, my beauty," he said hoarsely. "Oh God, I want to fuck you." His plea seemed to gasp out of him.
Lisa felt her entire body flush with shame yet she did not pull away from him. She could feel the nearness of his huge blood-engorged member, which was not yet touching her, only rubbing gently between her milk-white thighs, pressing into the thin fabric of her little bikini panties, feeling so hot she thought it could burn right through the flimsy material.
Lisa had never felt so confused in her life. She almost wondered who she was, who it was on this bed in the beautiful room being held naked by Barry Brand the movie star! She was just a body, just a body with no mind.
Somewhere, far away, the old Lisa was protesting. "No, no ..." she heard herself say at a great distance, the voice of her conscience almost hushed by the screaming need of her own desire.
Then Brand pulled her still closer and opened his mouth to kiss her fully on the lips. His tongue drove wildly into the warm cavern of her mouth. His cock was jumping with excitement as he gently pushed her back on the bed and lay himself down alongside her.
Slowly, he reached down across her smooth flat belly to the thin elastic band at the top of her panties, and gently, oh so gently, he pulled the tiny bikinis down over her smoothly rounded hips. Never in her young life had Lisa been so wildly aroused. Certainly, with Bill Robinson she had not allowed herself to feel anything but utter disgust. Now she found herself quivering like jelly to the touch of the marvelous handsome actor. Brand had been so brutal to Helen Cresci in the movie, but now he was being so incredibly gentle with her. There was something about him she liked.
Barry Brand ran his hand up between her smooth white thighs, feeling more desire than he had in a long time. Not even the wildest orgies he had been to could be as exciting as helping a young girl to discover her own sexuality.
Slowly, with great delicacy, Brand broke away from the kiss and began to run his tongue down the sensitive flesh of her long slender neck. He knew from decades of experience with women of all kinds that soon he would be able to get this young blonde beauty moaning and screaming for his cock. His tongue continued down her body, pausing to delight in the full throbbing fullness of her magnificent breasts.
Her red nipples were hardened into erect little cherries, and Brand opened his mouth and began to breathe hot air over them. Then, lowering his head slowly, he took one nipple into his warm wet mouth, laying his tongue under it, licking furiously around the hardened bud, and then closing his mouth, sucking and pulling on it.
For a moment Lisa came to her senses. "No ... oh God, no! What are you doing? Stop, please!"
For an answer Brand merely continued to bite down on her nipple. He could feel her small hands pressing against his shoulders now in an effort to push him away, but she was helpless against his powerfully muscular body.
"Stop, oh stop," she cried out. But she knew that if he listened to her and did stop she would be painfully disappointed. Never in her life had such exquisite sensations coursed through her body. The sensation seemed to run directly from her nipple to the pit of her belly, causing the fire flaming there to burn even more hotly.
She couldn't fight him. Deep down she knew she didn't want to. She'd been drugged! And now she was a helpless prisoner to the fiery sensations of her own body.
To the aging film star, the young girl's scent was a powerful aphrodisiac, and he was finding himself more excited than he'd been in a long, long time. She was so innocent, so ripe and ready, so in need of him to show her what fucking was really all about.
Lingering at her nipples for just a few moments longer, Brand continued to trace a line down her body with his tongue, running it lightly across the smooth plane of her young belly to the soft golden mound of her pubic triangle.
Lisa was lost in her own swirling sensations of sensuality, and for a moment she was unaware of what Barry Brand was doing. It took her a few moments to realize he had slithered down upon the aching slit of her hair-fringed pussy and that his silver head was between her thighs.
Suddenly, the blonde teenager was horrified!
"No! Please ... What are you doing? Don't... Oh stop!" She panicked and tried to twist away from him but he held her firmly by her tiny waist.
"Doesn't it feel good, darling?" he asked.
The phoenix of wanton lust was rising, brought on by his expert licking.
It did feel good. Wonderful. It was the most delicious sensations she had ever experienced. But no! She couldn't allow such an obscenity to take place.
She bucked and struggled against his powerful grasp, but deep in her heart what she most feared was that he would stop. Because if she did, she would be left alone with that terrible burning between her legs and no way to ease it.
Oh God! Why had she taken that pill!
What was happening to her?
Barry Brand knew the girl was in a state of molten lust despite her protests. A tiny droplet of her seeping lubrication moistened the blonde hair surrounding her pussy, and her young pink cunt was opening like a rose blossom. Her clitoris was powerfully erect like a tiny pink bud and Brand slowly spread her pussy lips apart until its beautiful coral flesh was completely exposed to his lusting eyes.
Lisa was moaning in shame now, yet she couldn't wait for his lips to touch her hotly pulsating pussy lips now. The warm air of his breath was grazing her sensitive nerves, and she inhaled sharply as she felt his head move closer to her open cunt.
Then she could feel his wet tongue probing into her quivering cunt. It was like being touched by fire, and she began to moan wildly. Yet at the same time, years of habit could not stop her from struggling against not only her handsome seducer, but her own consuming passion.
She'd had feelings like this years ago, when she had been in college.
She tried to squirm her hips away from him, but he held her firm, and even the firmness of his grip was wildly thrilling to her.
"No, no ..." she cried, but anyone hearing the voice behind the words would have heard her thoughts behind them .. . Yes, yes .. . oh, lick my pussy, lick it.
She was mewling like a tigress in heat now, and her stomach churned in excitement. She cried out an animalistic moan of passion as the movie star's hungry tongue licked her soft inner thighs, then shot up into the delicate folds of her moistening cuntal lips and swirled maddeningly around the hardened bud of her throbbing clitoris.
"Ooooohhhhh, please .. . you ... must ... stop! Please! STOP!"
Lisa tried to pull away, to extricate herself from this molten maelstrom of passion in which she was fast becoming enslaved. But his grip on her slender young legs was so powerful that she was helpless. And she was helpless too to fight the hotly burning sensation of his warm wet tongue snaking over her clitoris, closing around it and drawing the erect little bud into his warm, smoothly wet mouth.
Wild volts of electricity shot through the blonde teenager's body, and like a jungle beast in heat she gave herself up totally to the world of pure sensation.
"Ooooohhhh, Ahhhhhhhh!" her cries of protest were changing now to deep moans of utter pleasure, as Barry Brand slipped his hands under her firmly rounded ass cheeks to lift her loins up to his probing tongue. He squeezed the melon-like flesh, while he continued to run his tongue around and around in the hot damp crevice of her cunt.
Lisa was lost in the heat of ecstasy. Maybe she was drunk and drugged, but never in her life had she felt anything so exquisite. It bore no relation in the world to the obscene things Bill Robinson had done to her at home. She had never even guessed that such a state of total pleasure existed. His sucking mouth drove her crazy.
Brand's tongue darted in and out of her sweet young pussy. Then he lifted her legs up and placed them around his shoulders, and she locked her ankles around his neck. With his middle finger he began to gently probe the tight little orifice of her puckered anal opening.
Lisa was delirious now with sensual pleasure.
"Ooooooooohhhhh, yessssssss ... yesss-ssssss . . ." she groaned with abandon, completely enslaved now to the wild flashes of pleasure that traveled through her body.
Barry Brand's pleasure-giving tongue licked on and on and Lisa was beginning to realize she was powerless against this degradation. She had totally lost control of her body, and though her mind protested it was like a feeble voice in the distance. But try as she might, she could not fight her own lewd desires. She wanted him, wanted sex ... wanted to be fucked! Yes ... she wanted to be fucked ...
"Oh, fuck me... fuck meeeee!" she cried out, a prisoner of the overwhelming fires consuming her wildly heated pussy. "Oh God! Fuck me Barrryyyyyyy!" But Brand had a long evening in mind. First he would make her come with his mouth, make her come so he could watch her, and feel her total submission. Later they would fuck and cum together in the wildest ecstasy she had ever known.
Now his tongue continued to work furiously into the hot wet depths of her young pussy, stroking and teasing, stroking and teasing.
Then he could feel it. He could feel her slender yet voluptuous young body begin the deep slow agony of a building orgasm.
With the movie star's mouth sucking passionately on her heatedly moist cunt, Lisa was experiencing for the first time the true flame of desire. She writhed and twisted and mewled in abandon, her face unrecognizable with lust-contorted passion.
She strained her body against his mouth as hidden ancient forces gripped her.
She was cumming! Oh God! She was cumming!
"Aaaaaahhhh ... oooohhhh ... aaaarr-rrgggggghhhhhh!" She could feel his hands all over her body now, her breasts, her rectum, her clitoris, all wildly aroused beyond anything she had ever dreamed possible. His tongue fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt, making her lose herself completely to the bonfire of her feelings. She felt like she would burst from so much pleasure, felt like she was a bomb about the explode.
"Oh Godddddd! Goddddd!" And suddenly she screamed out like a banshee. "Aiiiii-eeeeeeeeee!"
She jerked and bucked her hips wildly against the actor's face now as the hot spasms of orgasm wracked through her. Juices from her cunt gushed out of her hotly clasping pussy as she flew out on a spiral of total and utter orgasmic abandon.
Brand watched in delighted astonishment as the young girl came and came and came. And when he thought she had to be finished, she was still cumming. Never in his long life had he seen anything like it. She twisted and writhed and groaned out her pleasure endlessly beneath him.
And then he understood the secret of her magnetism-a capacity for deep and extended orgasms beyond the reach of most women. It was that energy that she had radiated, that drew men to her. The promise of this wild orgastic trip.
Finally, the young blonde teenager's orgasm began to subside, and, her heart still pounding wildly, Lisa then opened her eyes and returned to reality.
CHAPTER SIX
The first thing Lisa saw when she opened her eyes was Barry Brand's huge, throbbing cock standing straight out from his groin. It was so big. Bigger even than it had appeared in the movie she had seen.
She watched wide-eyed now as the white-haired film star took it in his hands and began to stroke it.
And despite the fact that she had just experienced the first orgasm of her life, she began to feel the tightening of excitement between her slendor young thighs again.
"Oh, baby ... do I want to fuck you!" Brand said, in that deep, well-known voice, as he stroked his cock in heated anticipation.
"Oh no... you're so big!" she cried out in terror, staring in awe at his huge, throbbing shaft of flesh. He was so much bigger than even her stepfather had been! Her body was longing for him, but she knew she could never take something so enormous inside of her.
"Well, then . . ." Brand teased, and turned away from her, "I won't give you my cock then!"
At the sound of those words, Lisa felt the truth of an undeniable disappointment within her.
He turned back to her, his huge member still pulsating in his hand ... "You're just an animal, little girl... admit it... you're an animal..."
Oh God! Lisa thought. What was he saying? Her feeling now of degradation was overwhelming. She was an animal. Her body knew no reason. She wanted his cock ... wanted that huge pulsating shaft deep inside of her. That was a truth she had to face.
"And I'm going to fuck you like an animal," he said, his voice suddenly harsh. "Turn over."
"Oh no, oh God no! Please ... help!"
Then, roughly, he turned her over and pulled her up by her waist so that she was on all-fours like a dog. Just like he had done to Helen Cresci in the movie she had seen! "No ... not like that ... not there!" She was terrified now that he was going to try and put that huge throbbing shaft of flesh into her tiny rear passage.
But his next words allayed at least that fear.
"Grab my cock," he commanded, his voice now harsh with the intensity of his need. "Put it in that sweet, wet pussy of yours!"
"Oh, no.. . please... let me go... please ... no more ... no more!" she cried.
"You've had your satisfaction, bitch. Now I'll have mine."
She was frozen now with panic and shame. "Grab it!"
She was afraid to disobey, and slowly she reached out and circled her hand around the thick column of blood-throbbing male flesh. Oh God! It was enormous! But she did as she was ordered.
Slowly, she guided the purple spongy cock head to her hungrily quivering pussy lips and when it made hot contact with her cunt she could feel the jolts of electricity shooting through her body. Then her body took over from her mind and she began to rub his lust-engorged cock head, now moistened with pre-cum, against the throbbing nub of her erect clitoris. The sensation of pleasure was overwhelming and she knew again that she was lost to her own passions. With her own hand she now rubbed the cock along her moistening cuntal crevice, back and forth, clit to cunt, clit to cunt.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhhh ... ahhhh." She heard herself moaning again with desire, and realized she was still drugged, still incapable of fighting the wild sensations of pleasure coursing through her lust-heated body.
Christ!She's taking a long time. I'm gonna cum if I don't get in there soon.
He thrust his hips suddenly forward and his enormous, blue-veined cock slipped its head into the moist, heated depths of her hotly writhing cunt.
As Lisa felt him enter her, she could not help but let out a huge mewl of passion: "Aaaaahhhhh ...!" she cried out. God! Nothing on earth had ever felt that good!
Brand thrust again, and sunk his huge member still deeper into her tight pussy opening. Then slowly, oh so slowly and deliriously, he began to fuck deeper, ever deeper into her moist and writhing cuntal passage, slowly filling her with his huge column of hot hard flesh. Lisa felt as though her little pussy were being stretched to the bursting point, but nothing in her young life had ever felt this wonderful.
Then, suddenly he withdrew, almost completely, leaving only the spongy cock head inside of her.
"No . .. fuck me ... don't stop ... don't stop," Lisa was astonished to hear herself cry out.
And suddenly Brand thrust his member so deep up inside her she could feel his cock pound against her womb.
"Ungghhh!" she groaned from the impact of his powerful thrust. The pressure was giving her the most unbearable pleasure. She felt as if she would split in two, but it was wonderful! She was lost in an ocean of heated sensation, she felt like hot lava running down a volcano.
Now he was fucking her rhythmically and she could feel his cum-laden balls swinging between her thighs, slapping regularly against her pulsatingly erect clitoris. She was going wild, going mad with the pleasure of these sensations.
With long hard strokes Brand pounded in and out of her tight, hungrily sucking cunt now, striking her cervix then withdrawing almost completely. Never had he felt such total carnality beneath him, never had he seen a young girl give herself up so totally to pleasure.
"Oooohhhh ... Oh ... dear God! Aiiieeee!" She was totally out of control, totally abandoned to the molten heat of the sensations coursing through her body. She could feel every inch of his hot hard cock sliding so smoothly into her hungrily sucking cunt and she began to fuck back.
She raised her buttocks now to each stroke of the movie star's wildly fucking downstrokes, spreading her thighs wide apart to take him as deeply as possible. Nothing in the world existed anymore but the huge, throbbing cock in her flaming cunt, no longer even the tiniest voice of conscience. There was just fuck, just the fuck, just the hot hard cock fucking rhythmically in and out of her lust-maddened pussy.
"Fuck me ... fuck me .. ." Lisa did not recognize the sound of her own voice begging so obscenely. Her buttocks wiggled back insanely now against his skewering thickness, and each stroke of his thick meatiness filled her with a million thrills of delight. His lust-bloated testicles slapped hard against her clitoris.
Lisa looked back now beneath her body to see the full fleshy mounds of her breasts and beyond that, she could see her own, blonde-fringed pussy being wetly and hotly fucked by Barry Brand's blood-engorged member. The impaling thickness thrust so deep into her till it completely filled her tightly sucking passage, and the mounting sensation of lust was building so powerfully deep inside her again.
And the most unbelievable thing of all was that it wasn't just any man fucking her! It was Barry Brand. The Barry Brand. For the past thirty years just about any woman in America would have given everything she owned just to trade places with Lisa at this very moment.
And the still handsome movie star was no less delighted with the girl beneath him. It was a great source of pride to him that even at his age he could give a beautiful young girl so much pleasure. Carbone always had beautiful chicks around- centerfolds from the magazine-but this one . . . this one was perhaps the most beautiful girl he had ever seen! He watched with mounting pleasure as the young innocent thing beneath him ground her buttocks back against his huge, fucking manhood. He held her tightly by the waist, pulling her buttocks to his groin as he fucked rhythmically in and out of her lust-heated pussy.
He wanted to make her scream with pleasure, beg him to fuck even deeper until he shot his building load of cum deep into her hungry belly.
Now her tight young cunt was like a hot wet glove around his lust-engorged member, the slick walls touching every part of him like a massaging velvet sheath. It was so tight, and so hot, and he fought with himself to hold back the cum that was building in his lust-bloated balls.
Lisa was moaning wildly now as his cock pounded mercilessly into her cunt. She was writhing in total abandon, grinding her buttocks back against his impaling hardness, her tortured pussy an inferno of sexual pleasure. She could feel the passion mounting again within her very depths. She was going to cum again! For the second time tonight! For the second time in her young life!
"Ohhhhhhh ... Aaaaaarrrrgghhhhhhhh!" Lisa's mewls signalled to the aging film star that her orgasm was approaching and he could feel her tight hot pussy beginning to seep with the heat of her orgasm.
He shoved forward with all his strength, fucking his cock as deep inside of her as he could and she screwed her hips back against the rampaging cock furiously trying to bring herself once again to the ultimate height of pleasure.
Her buttocks worked wildly now seeking their fulfillment, as she began to feel her surging orgasm spilling out from deep within her womb. He could feel the heat flooding out from her contracting cunt like an undammed flood of pleasure, clasping and squeezing around the thick column of his flesh that was buried hard against the base of her writhing belly. He could feel Lisa's cunt sucking feverishly on his cock. Never had he seen a young girl go this wild with desire, and it goaded him on as he fucked into her knowing she was at any moment about to explode with an overwhelming climax..
He could feel the surging waves of hot sperm boiling to the explosion point in his own balls, and suddenly he could hold back no longer. From deep in his balls he could feel the first burst of cum shooting out along the length of his cock and out of its deeply buried tip.
"Aaaahhhhhhrrrrgghhh-hh!" Lisa screamed as she felt the molten liquid pumping into her cunt, and she bucked insanely against the spewing column of male flesh. Again and again his cock fired its hot load of cum into her, filling her to the bursting point, and the walls of her cunt began to clasp and unclasp around his spurting cock, milking it hungrily of every last drop of hot male cum.
Their double climax seemed to last forever, spinning them out of the room, off the earth, and far up into the swirling heavens above as they bounced and bucked wildly on the bed, screaming and crying and shouting their ecstasy.
Gradually their movements subsided and Lisa began to return to consciousness.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carlotta, Carbone and Cal Harding were sitting in the mirrored living room. In front of them a stack of pictures was scattered about the coffee table. Carlotta had one in her hand and seemed spellbound by it.
Cal smiled. "She's your type, isn't she, baby?"
Carlotta hissed at Cal like a cat.
"Bastard!"
Carbone just laughed in a deep booming voice. "She sure looks like she had a good time," he observed. "I want a taste of that delicacy myself one of these days."
"She'll come around," said Carlotta. "I remember when I was as pure and innocent as she was!"
"When you were six, my dear?" Cal teased.
"Well, none of you men have any feeling, but it's not easy for a girl to go through changes like that."
"Is that sympathy, or are you feeling like indulging your taste for pussy this morning, my dear," Cal teased the dark-haired beauty.
"Why do you men have to be such fools about love between women," she said. "You laugh now, but you know how you love to watch." It was Carlotta's turn to laugh as she looked at Cal with a sultry, sidelong glance.
Carlotta had found her way to the Top Floor mansion in not so different a way from Lisa. It had been several years ago, when teenagers had made the scene on Sunset Strip, dropping acid, smoking grass, believing in the "New Age" that the late sixties had heralded.
Then one day, beautiful, raven-haired Carlotta had found the laughs had all dried up; she was living on a filthy mattress with too many other kids in a tiny Hollywood apartment, and the scene was no fun anymore. She had seen an ad in the Reporter. "Girls wanted for modeling in national men's magazine-Call Strawberry Fields, 555-3059."
She was no virgin, but she was not as experienced as she pretended either. Carbone himself took her pictures and a few months later she was the magazine centerfold, then "Pussycat" of the year.
She also became Carbone's mistress, and began to attend the celebrity orgies at his mansion. Carbone saw to it that his favorite "Pussycat" was introduced to all the myriad pleasure of group sex.
"Oh, you men," she sighed "You don't know what it feels like to be a young girl introduced suddenly into all this madness ..."
"Were you really once a young girl?
Carlotta?"
"I wasn't so different from her."
Carbone looked up and raised one eyebrow. "You were very different Carlotta. You are one of those fortunate creatures who are born without guilt."
The beautiful raven haired woman laughed. It was true. She had been mildly shocked at first, then took to this new lifestyle like a fish to water.
"Well," she said, getting up from the table, "I think perhaps I'll look in on our new friend."
And with a wink, she left the room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lisa pulled the covers over her head to keep out the glaring light of the morning sun. She was so depressed . . . and so ashamed.
She felt more lost than she ever had in her life. When Bill Robinson, her stepfather, had raped her, she could, the next morning, console herself with the anger and guilt of a victim. She could nurse her hate for him and make her plans to escape.
But for last night there was no one to blame but herself. She had to face the awful truth. Her body had wanted Barry Brand as much as he had wanted her, and she had fucked him with joy, had fucked him willingly. Her protests had been a mere mockery of virtue, for she knew that all the while she had begged him to stop, her pussy had craved fulfillment from him.
And what pleasure it had been! Even now she felt warmed by the memory and shuddered every time she thought of him.
She felt crazy. Half of her was still warm and excited by thoughts of the passion she had enjoyed last night... The other half, hunched shoulders, knees drawn up tight to her chest... was suffering from the awful pain of guilt and shame.
Like most American girls, Lisa had wished for love and sexual fulfillment. But she had always dreamed some day she would find a man who really cared for her. Then together-like in a romantic movie- they would dissolve in carnal passion.
But she knew very well that to Barry Brand she was just another body.
Why, she realized, he doesn't even know my name!
He had fucked her last night, taken his pleasure with her, and left her alone and suffering in the harsh light of morning. She knew better than to think she'd ever see him again.
Lisa felt tears welling up in her eyes. She had run away from home, run away from her lusting stepfather, only to find that same lust still striking the dominant tone in her life. Only this time it was inside her. And she couldn't run from it.
Suddenly she was aware of the door opening. She peeked out from under the rim of the covers "Carlotta," she whispered. "What are you doing here."
The tall, raven-haired beauty walked over to the bed, looking very much, to Lisa, like some ancient Egyptian goddess.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing," she said, her voice as sensual as the heavy fragrance of the blossoms outside. "You had quite an initiation last night."
Lisa flushed with shame. She suspected everyone might know, and this confirmed it. "Oh God! It was so awful!" She buried her head in her hands.
Carlotta smiled gently. "Now, now ... don't feel bad ... we all do it, you know." Lisa heard the other woman's laughter tinkling like chimes. It made her feel a little better, the soothing, confident presence beside her. Funny, she had thought Carlotta didn't like her. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe Carlotta was someone she could confide in. Suddenly, the story of her life came pouring out of her mouth. For the first time in her life she felt there was someone she could tell about Bill Robinson.
As Carlotta listened to Lisa's story, her almond-shaped dark eyes were taking in the young girl's lithe and lovely body, naked beneath the bed sheets. Mmmmm, she thought, such magnificent full breasts... they look so smooth and so firm. Oooohhh, how I'd love to run my tongue around those soft pink nipples.
But what Carlotta said out loud was, "Yes, I know. I know what men can be like. Carbone . . . sometimes he's very, very rough with me." And she slid the hem of her thin cotton dress up over her long, sleekly tanned thighs. There was a dark bruise on the inside of her thigh. "His little love bite ... of course," Carlotta added smiling, "It hurts a little at first ... but then, oooohhhhh. It's so good!"
"It is?" exclaimed Lisa in astonishment. "You mean you like him to bite you."
"Oh . .. it's nothing. Let me show you."
Before Lisa had a chance to protest, Carlotta had slid the coverlet down over Lisa's fully rounded breasts to her waist.
"W-what are you doing, Carlotta," Lisa cried out as she saw the black-haired woman's face moving towards her breast.
Carlotta smiled. "I'll just show you what it feels like ..." And with a groan that came from deep between her legs, Carlotta took the blonde teenager's nipple between her soft lips and gently sucked on it.
Oh God, Carlotta thought, and mewled out loud, unable to suppress the animal sound of arousal the young girl's nipple in her mouth aroused. Ooooooohhhhhh, how smooth and soft this skin is.
Lisa was panicked and she tried to push Carlotta away. At that moment Carlotta bit with her teeth into the erect flesh of Lisa's nipple.
"Ouch! Owwwww!" the beautiful blonde exclaimed, and was upset to find that this woman was causing wildly warm swirling sensations in her belly-just like Barry Brand had the night before!
"Carlotta ... what are you doing? Stop! Oh please stop!"
But the black-haired beauty's senses were like those of a wild animal, and she knew instinctively, almost telepathically, how aroused the blonde teenager was becoming.
"Wouldn't you like to see my beauties?" Carlotta asked, and in an instant she had unzipped her dress and had let it fall down her shoulders to her waist.
Lisa gasped as the other woman's enormous firm breasts were revealed. They are so beautiful! Lisa thought. So much more beautiful than my own. And never in her life had she seen such nipples on a woman. Carlotta cupped her breasts in her hands as if offering them to Lisa. "Did you ever see nipples like these," she asked.
Lisa could hardly talk. She was at the same time embarrassed and curious and aroused. Carlotta's nipples were the biggest nipples she had ever seen-almost the size of ripe cherries. And the color! The areoles and nipples were a dark reddish-brown, so deep and exotic against Carlotta's well-tanned skin.
Lisa's stomach was churning with desire but she felt as if she would choke from shame, and quickly she turned away. Tears burned her eyes and she thought ... I'm tricked. Oh, God, so wicked... so perverse ... I'm good for nothing!
And suddenly she could hold back her torment no longer. The tears became a torrent and the arousal in her body was transformed to wracking sobs. So much was happening, she couldn't handle it.
Carlotta reached out and gently stroked the young girl's supple, feline back. It sent shivers through Lisa's body, which sent her even further into tears.
"Oh, you have a bad case of the guilts," said Carlotta softly. While she did not really know the experience of guilt herself, she could see and empathize with how it destroyed the people she saw. "And I have just the cure ..." The uninhibited Carlotta stood up and slipped off her dress, seeming to be as comfortable stark naked as she was dressed. Then she reached into a pocket of the discarded garment and pulled out a thick, tightly rolled stick of marijuana. She handed it to Lisa and struck a match.
"I-I don't smoke," said Lisa, "but thanks anyway."
Carlotta laughed. "Oh honey, this is no ordinary cigarette. This is a magic cigarette from the good fairy's own special garden." She lit the tip and took a deep drag herself, holding it deep in her lungs.
Lisa knew the smell. Marijuana! She had known kids at school who smoked it. She hadn't liked them. They seemed to think the whole world was their private joke.
"Come on ... it will make you feel better."
"Oh, I don't think I should," Lisa said.
Carlotta began to pout. "Well, that's not very nice of you. I came up here to help and comfort you, and you won't even smoke a joint with me."
Lisa hadn't meant to hurt the other girl's feelings. "Well, okay," she said, and took a tiny puff.
Carlotta chuckled. "That's no way, honey. Watch me."
Soon the two naked women had smoked the entire joint down to a tiny roach.
Lisa closed her eyes and leaned back on the bed, feeling like she was lighter than air, floating on a soft cloud of pleasure.
Carlotta took one of her long red-painted fingernails and ran a trail from Lisa's neck, down between the crevice between her breasts, circling each nipple as she did so, then continued the trail across Lisa's flat belly down to the little nub of the blonde girl's clitoris. Then she bent her head down and blew a hot moist column of air around the sensitive nerve ends of the tiny organ.
Lisa, with her eyes closed, had become totally absorbed in the sensations coursing through her body from the light by electric touch of Carlotta's fingers. The warm air of the other woman's breath made her groan out loud with pleasure.
"Nice?" Carlotta asked throatily.
"Mmmmmmmmm?" whispered Lisa.
"You are so beautiful. Just let me look at you." And the dark-haired woman stared down in fascination at the lithe young teenager's naked body. Her dark eyes gleamed with appreciation and she could feel the heated moisture in her pussy running down the inside of her sleekly tanned thighs. Oh, this young blonde is so well-built, so delicious. This will be great fun!
Now she ran her palms over the young blonde's soft smooth flesh, but she knew she had to use great care. She wanted the young girl to grow aroused before she would know what was happening ... before she would really have time to protest. The grass was Colombian, and powerful, and Carlotta knew that if she played the instrument of her body properly, she would be so lost in a swirl of feelings there would be no space to think.
Running her eyes down between the girl's legs, Carlotta let slip a tiny gasp as she saw the succulent pink flesh of her pussy exposed to her glance. The black-haired woman felt sharp volts of electricity spreading upward from her loins.
She ran her flat palm back up to Lisa's breasts, she saw the nipples swell to even greater hardness, as if begging to be sucked.
Carlotta brushed her long red fingernails across one erect pink nipple and then the other, her exotic face a mask of desire now. Then she swept her palm straight down to the young girl's pussy hair and this motion had the desired effect. Lisa moaned spontaneously with pleasure and her softly rounded hips began to undulate gently. In her state of marijuana intoxication, Lisa could feel Carlotta's pleasure-giving caresses causing thrillingly erotic sensations to spread outward from her blonde-fringed pussy to her entire body. The marijuana had somehow extinguished her inhibitions. She knew what they were doing was wrong and sinful, and she didn't care. She didn't care about anything but the thrilling sensations Carlotta's touch was bringing to her body.
Still moving with the utmost care and delicacy, Carlotta parted Lisa's smooth white thighs, revealing the moist pinkness of the blonde teen-ager's wetly seeping pussy. Unable once again to suppress a low animal mewl of desire, Carlotta began to cover the moistly inviting pussy with hot wet kisses. Her hungry tongue darted between her full red lips as she lowered her face to the young girl's slowly undulating crotch, seeking the hardened bud of the blonde teen-ager's clitoris.
Suddenly Carlotta was aware of the tall shadow of a male figure in the doorway. She raised her head and turned to look.
"We have all morning ... no rush," breathed Carlotta. And then very softly, very carefully, she said ... "It's Cal... he wants to watch us ..."
Lisa thought she should be horrified, but instead the idea of someone watching her make love to this other woman only got her more aroused. Lisa felt crazy . . . she couldn't think straight. She knew only sensation ... had lost her mind. She didn't notice as Cal put the camera to his eye and began to shoot.
Then he began to give orders.
"Suck her tits," Cal commanded Carlotta and put your finger up into that soft little pussy of hers.
Carlotta obeyed, light grazing her right hand over Lisa's golden pussy mound. Then, taking the other girl's full breasts in her hands, she began to massage them rhythmically.
"Ahhhhh," the naked blonde teen-ager sighed softly as Carlotta's middle finger teased at her blonde pussy mound for a moment and then slipped smoothly up into her hotly moistened cuntal furrow.
Cal was snapping pictures furiously now, and he could not help but let out a small moan as he caught a glimpse through the lens of coral-pink pussy flesh. What a layout this was gonna' make in the magazine! Man-Carlotta's long red fingernails nestled in that young girl's blonde pussy-and one finger hidden deep up inside. "Oooohhhh!" he breathed as he continued to photograph.
Hot moist secretions glistened on Carlotta's middle finger as she slowly lifted her hand toward her face and licked it clean.
Snap! This would be the best lesbian spread they'd ever had. Snap!
Wrong! Stop! This is wicked! As these thoughts began to race across Lisa's marijuana-intoxicated brain, they were overwhelmed and extinguished by the raging flames of arousal that were shooting out from her finger-impaled pussy to every nerve-ending in her body. She shivered with pleasure as Carlotta's finger shot rhythmically in and out of her tightly grasping cunt, deeper and deeper until it was embedded all the way to the third knuckle.
Cal's camera worked steadily, and despite his wide experience in the field of erotic photography this scene was really turning him on. His cock was growing harder by the second, pressing now against the tight cloth of his pants. He had to keep the lid on though, had to finish the job. The contrast between the lithe blonde and the voluptuous black-haired beauty with those incredible nipples was gonna make the magazine sell like crazy. Oh God! No matter how many times he'd seen Carlotta naked, the sight of her enormous, always erect nipples could always drive him crazy.
His cock was throbbing painfully against his pants now. Jesus, I'd like to ram my cock up both their pussies. Later, Cal, later, he tried to cool himself off.
"I'm gonna kiss your pussy now, Lisa darling," Carlotta cooed, her voice deep and throaty with desire. "It'll be good ... so good..."
"Yessssss!" whispered Lisa. "Oh, yess-ss. . . ."
Carlotta, knowing both what Lisa and the camera needed turned her fiery eyes now towards Cal. As she did so, she could not help but fix on the enormous, throbbing bulge in his crotch, and as her head slowly lowered to Lisa's pussy, her eyes did not leave Cal.
Torrents of wild desire were churning now within his bloated balls as he felt her hot eyes on him. He kept on snapping pictures, but knew he could not keep it up much longer as he watched Carlotta's tiny red tongue snake out toward the curling yellow tendrils fringing Lisa's pinkly glistening cuntal slit.
"Oooohhhhhh," Lisa heard herself whimper as if from a distance ... "Oh, God! Oh God! It's so gooooodddddd!" Conscious now only of the thrilling sensations in her body, Lisa continued to grind her moist hotly churning pussy up toward Carlotta's mouth in an erotic, undulating motion. Carlotta stared down at her. She had been easy ... so easy. Marijuana did that to some people .. . turned them into mindless lusting bodies. Well, everyone would be happier that way. But Carlotta was not one to dwell too much in thought and as her tongue encountered the bittersweet moisture of the wriggling blonde's desire-moistened pussy, she was aware of nothing now but total and utter carnality.
Her mouth pressed up tight against Lisa's narrow cuntal slit and she mewled and groaned with abandon at the taste of the other woman's heated secretions. Her tongue trailed hungrily down between the two softly rounded globes of Lisa's excitedly tensed ass-cheeks to tease briefly and the reddish-brown bud of her virginal anus. Then slowly, her tongue snaked back toward the orchid-like petals of her hotly churning cunt.
Neither girl was aware now that the clicking of the camera had ceased. Lisa was aware of nothing but the total pleasure of having a warm wet tongue invading her hungrily desirous pussy, and, feeling em-bolded now in her excitation, Lisa gave in to the desire that had been burning in her ever since she had first seen Carlotta's naked breasts.
She reached up and began to caress the lust-hardened nipples of the dark-haired woman's breasts, pinching now at each huge throbbing nipple, delighting in the groan of pleasure she caused in the other woman. And much to her astonishment the already cherry-sized nipples seemed to grow just a little bit larger and harder and Lisa watched with amazement as their dark color deepened still further.
"You're beautiful ... so beautiful ..." Lisa whispered, beside herself with unbridled lust.
Then, as Carlotta's saliva-wet mouth continued to invade Lisa's hotly undulating pussy, Cal could no longer control his desire to join the scene before his eyes. He watched the two figures, contemplating just how he would approach them, and at the same time began to stroke his turgid cock through the taut fabric of his pants. He put the camera down. Shit! He was so lust-blinded, he could hardly see straight!
The women were rearranging their positions now, and Carlotta was climbing over Lisa so that she was crouching with her own black-fringed cunt just inches from the blonde teen-ager's face. And never once did her mouth lose contact with Lisa's wildly aroused pussy.
Cal could hold back no longer ... I gotta fuck those broads... gotta fuck! And, wild with lust, he tore off his clothes in seconds. His burgeoning cock shot forth stiff and straight, purple and throbbing as he stepped toward the two female lovers. Their faces now were buried in each other's lust-seeping pussies and they were barely aware of him.
Suddenly he had Lisa by her long blonde hair and had pulled her face away from Carlotta's pussy to him. While Lisa's own cunt was still writhing around Carlotta's hotly probing tongue, the blonde teen-ager looked up now directly at Cal's blue-veined cock, just as he arched his hips forward, pressing his lust-engorged member into Lisa's slightly parted lips.
"Okay, baby ... I've been waiting quite awhile for this ... now suck!"
Lisa's mouth, as if it had a mind of its own, longed to take Cal's lust-throbbing cock into its hot, wet depths. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever imagined anything as thrilling as this-having her pussy tongue-fucked by this beautiful dark woman at the same time that she was going to suck on this enormous, blue-veined stiff cock. Slowly, her soft young lips parted and her little pink tongue shot out to lick at the single drop of fluid glistening from the tiny opening at the tip. Never before had she done anything like this and a thrill shuddered throughout her entire body. More... she wanted more cock ... wanted to swallow the whole enormous thing ...
She ovalled her soft lips and encircled the hot spongy cockhead. Then she drew it, inch by inch into her hot hungry mouth. Her eyes rolled upward and she stared at the thick length of blue-veined cock slipping into her mouth. God it was big ... so big ... but she wanted it... wanted all of it.
Vaguely now Lisa remembered Sunday school admonitions about hell and perdition. Very vaguely. For deep in the recesses of her mind, she knew she had crossed a line from which there was no return. She could still stop, she could put a stop to it all ... she could run away. But suddenly, she had a deep realization. She didn't want to face the truth but she had to. She wanted it! This was what she wanted in the deepest regions of her being. This was who she was!
She was no longer thinking logically. A steady rhythm of obscenity and desire raced through her brain. I want to suck... I want to suck and fuck ... I love having my pussy eaten .. . oh eat me, eat me... Oh God! YESSSSSS!
Suddenly Carlotta picked her face up from Lisa's still-writhing pussy.
"God... someone eat me, for chrissakes, or I'll go nuts."
After a certain amount of movement the three people had rearranged themselves on the bed so that Carlotta's sizzling pussy was now less than an inch from Cal's face, while Carlotta was still able to keep her tongue deeply embedded in Lisa's hotly writhing cunt. And, in the final corner of the triangle they made, Lisa's mouth now encircled the purple spongy head of Cal's lust-swollen cock. Round and round her tongue teased until he groaned like a wounded animal with desire.
Half of his lust-bloated cock was inside the sweet young blonde's mouth now, and the sight of her lips straining around his enormous blood-swollen member increased the delirious swirling sensations from her tongue and clasping lips. She tried to take still more of his rigid manhood into her mouth. John could feel her tight little sucking motions tugging at his hotly throbbing cock.
At the same time Cal was running his tongue over the succulent sweet-tasting cuntal flesh of Carlotta's darkly hair-fringed cuntal slit. Then, quickly, he moved his tongue up along the crevice to the upright berry of her desire-tautened clitoris.
Carlotta's face was contorted with lust now, and he felt her smooth slender hips undulating wildly beneath his mouth. As he continued to suck her hungrily writhing cuntal mouth, Cal slid his probing tongue still deeper into her wildly clasping channel, then quickly withdrew to swirl once more over the blood-red petals of her cuntal lips. Then he thrust still deeper into her hot wet cunt. On either side of his head he could feel her firm-fleshed thighs quivering helplessly, and a deep animal growl came up from her belly through her grimacing lips.
Her pussy was like hot melted butter as his tongue probed ever deeper into her cuntal cavern. She was writhing wildly and Cal felt as if her cunt could clasp his tongue and pull it all the way inside.
"Oooohhhh ... arrrgghhhh ... ooohhh-hh . . ." Carlotta's guttural cries grew louder and more intense as Cal's expert tongue ravaged her upthrust pussy.
The sound of the other woman's pleasure drove Lisa almost mad with desire and somehow she was able to take even more of Cal's enormous cock deeper into her throat.
At the same time Lisa thought she would die of pleasure, because Carlotta's tongue probing so deep inside her pussy felt like hot liquid velvet. Never in her life had she felt anything so exquisite. At the same time, her mouth slid in an increasingly torrid tempo over Cal's fire-filled member-just as his own mouth was devouring Carlotta's lust-drenched pussy slit. Then great swirls of heat began building deep inside his lust-bloated balls, as Lisa's hot and hungry mouth began nibbling at the ultra-sensitive, sperm-filled sacs.
The three figures humped and fucked and slavered over one another on the bed in Lisa's guest room at the mansion, and for each of them the utter erotic abandon was overpowering. It was almost as if they had become one huge throbbing organism, a single mass of white-hot flesh. Each could sense their own climax building inside their lust-maddened loins, and they strove still more fervently towards orgasm. The lewd tempo of their lust increased, as they felt themselves lost in a throbbing, pulsating mass of sensation.
Lisa was sucking madly on Cal's huge throbbing shaft and he felt as if he would explode. And as she took his cock deep into his mouth, sucking in a wild rhythm, he hands were madly caressing his sperm-bloated balls.
I'm cummiiinnngggggg! I'm cummmm-ing! he thought to himself, never lessening his tongue-fucking into Carlotta's wildly undulating cunt.
Then suddenly, from deep within his lust-bloated testicles a searing flood of thick hot cum spurted up the length of his cock and out into Lisa's madly sucking mouth. Instinctively the young blonde swallowed every last drop of it, but it was such a flood of white hot semen that some of it wound up trickling down her chin. Hungrily she licked it from her mouth, then licked every last remaining drop of it from the length of Cal's still-hard but sated cock.
At the same time, Lisa continued to grind her hotly churning pussy against Carlotta's desperately working tongue, searching crazily for her own orgasm.
And Cal, himself now satisfied, had his face still pressed tightly against Carlotta's hungrily writhing cunt, his tongue fucking into her now with a fury as he strove to bring her to her climax.
Then suddenly the black-haired beauty's body stiffened and she cried out with an almost inhuman wail: "Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee! I'm Cummmmmm-iiiinnnnnngggggg!"
Her tan taut hips arched up, and she cried and ground and moved her hips in a wild staccato dance as the spasms of her orgasm tossed her pleasure wracked body, and her brain whirled wildly into the abstract territories of inner space.
For a moment, in the throes of her orgasm, she had stopped her urgent tongue-fucking of young Lisa's cunt.
"Don't stop . .. don't stop now!" the young blonde cried, desperate now for her fulfillment.
And as Carlotta returned from the far out trip of her orgasm she began to fuck her tongue even more fervently into young Lisa's desire-mad pussy, faster and faster her tongue moved into the hot writhing depths of the young blonde's cunt.
And then Lisa's cry was as shrill as a banshee!
"Aaaaaarrrrrrggghhhhh! Aiiieeeeee!" she screamed, as she wailed and spasmed in the mindless delirium of what seemed like an endless climax.
At last the three bodies found their peace, laying body on body, in sated stillness. A light warm breeze blew gently in from the gardens below, as each one savored the heavenly afterglow of total fulfillment.
CHAPTER NINE
"No!" shouted Lisa, staring at her reflection on the mirrored walls. "I draw the line there. I absolutely won't let you do it!"
"Come on, girl ... what is this young virgin act all of a sudden!"
Lisa had been living at the mansion for more than a week now. She had, with the help of Carlotta, been able to shed most of her confusion and guilt, and had come to accept this new and libertine life style. It was pleasant. Carbone kept his woman beautifully clothed, her room seemed as lovely to her now as it had on that very first day. There was good food and good scotch and plenty of grass, so she never had to feel down, never had to think.
But Lisa never once had stopped to ask herself what Carbone might want in return for all this.
Now, he had made it all to clear. He wanted to publish pictures, obscene pictures of Lisa with Barry Brand, of Lisa with Carlotta and Cal-wanted to publish these pictures in Top Floor magazine!
"It's not an act. Ace. I... I just won't let you do that!"
"Frankly, Lisa, I don't give a shit. These pictures are going in the magazine and that's all there is to it. So stop with the prima donna act!"
Lisa burst into tears. In the past week she had not thought very much about the past or about the future. Life was pleasant and fun ... things seemed simpler than they ever had before in her life. Alcohol and those big white pills seemed to take all the harsh edges out of life.
But now she had been shocked back to a sense of reality.
"No," she screamed. "No! I'll never allow it! Never!"
Ace Carbone laughed. "What do you think you can do about it!"
She stared at him wide-eyed. What did he mean. He wouldn't dare use those pictures without her permission. "I-I'll sue you, that's what."
"Terrific," he said snidely. "That way, even though we use a fictitious name, everyone is sure to find out who you really are."
Lisa felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. She felt trapped, helpless, powerless. It was a feeling that was all too familiar. It was exactly the way her stepfather had made her feel every time he raped her.
Carbone grabbed Lisa's arm. "I don't think she understands yet," he said addressing Cal and Carlotta who were watching the scene from the sidelines. "We own you sweetheart... You dig?"
"W-what. .."
Carbone reached out and tore her thin cotton blouse right off her body in one violent stroke. "I bought this blouse-and I'll take it away from you," he roared with glee.
"I said I own you sweetheart ... and I mean it! Don't make me prove it to you," he said menacingly.
"Hey, baby," Cal said. "Why don't you just be easy, you know. Let it slide. Don't ask for trouble." His voice tried to reassure, but he was worried for the young girl. He knew how far Carbone was capable of going in order to prove a point.
"Let go of me, Ace!" Lisa cried out. Please ... let me go!"
"You've gone too far, little girl," he said. "Now you're going to learn what the bottom line is around here. I own you, and now I'm gonna make you understand that..."
At that moment Ace Carbone reached out and grabbed one of her nakedly heaving breasts, tweaking the nipple between his powerful thumb and forefinger.
"NO!" she cried. "Don't hurt me ... please!"
But Carbone paid no attention to her pleas. He was rubbing her breasts now and tweaking her nipples so that they were growing a deep and embarrassed shade of red.
And despite her anger-or perhaps because of it-his actions were sending sharp volts of forbidden pleasure throughout her body. The sharp arrows of pleasure-pain pricked at her nipples, fanning the flames of desire in her pussy. Yet she loathed the brutality, was shamed by Carbone's treatment of her.
"It feels good, huh baby. Uncle Ace knows how to do it to you, doesn't he?" Carbone teased.
Lisa turned her head angrily away in protest.
"I carry a big stick, baby. Let me show you my big stick," he went on, and Lisa heard the sinister hiss of his zipper as he removed his pants, while she looked the other way.
Lisa took this chance to run, but as she tried to flee, Ace was too fast for her. He grabbed her by the arm and threw her helpless to the floor to the accompanying sound of his harsh laughter.
His hand was as tight as a vise around her delicate ankle now, and though he still wore his tight black bikini shorts, Lisa could see the powerfully throbbing hardness of his massive erection beneath the taut material.
And though she still struggled to free herself from his powerful grip, thrilling sensations of lust were driving through her body and she knew that hot secretions had begun to seep from her burning pussy slit.
She turned to Cal and Carlotta for help and was terrified to see that Cal too had a massive erection beneath his pants and was rubbing it lewdly, watching the scene with obscene interest now.
And Carlotta, her dear friend Carlotta, had a look in her eye that chilled Lisa to the bone-for the young blonde saw no sympathy in Carlotta's look, but lust, as she regarded Lisa's nakedly prone body on the floor.
"Get up," Carbone commanded, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. He pulled her tightly to him now and she felt a hot flush over her entire body as she felt his huge protuberance between her legs.
"Come join us, Cal," he invited, and suddenly the young blonde was horrified to feel still another erect cock pressing hard into the crevice of her naked buttocks as the photographer grabbed her from behind.
"Hey, Carlotta," Carbone ordered, "Get the camera ... this is too good to waste!"
"No ... oh dear God, no!" Lisa turned pathetically, her eyes pleading with the black-haired girl to put down the camera she had just picked up. But Carlotta would not respond.
There was no escape for Lisa now. Whether she moved forward or retreated, there was a rock-hard erection. And Carbone was holding her so tightly, grinding his cock against her still moistening pussy, as Cal, behind her, began harshly massaging her breasts. Ace was reaching behind her and she could feel hot powerful hands kneading the taut rounded cheeks of her ass. Again her body was betraying her, for while her mind wanted to flee, to prove to Ace that she was still a free person, her body could not believe the wild sensations streaming through it as she struggled, imprisoned between two lust-hardened shafts of male flesh.
"Oh God! Leave me alone! Leave me alone," she cried, the heat from her body betraying her protests.
Dear God! How did she get into such a terrible predicament. I should have left when I saw those movies ... I should have known they were all wicked. And now I'm one of them... I'm no different. I'm just a slave to my passions ...
As she realized the irrevocable path her life had taken, tears of shame pricked at the corners of her eyes. A wave of terror washed over her and she knew she had to make one last desperate attempt to free herself.
With every ounce of strength in her body she struggled to free herself from the grasp of the two men, but she was as powerless as a butterfly in the hands of a collector.
Ace only pulled her closer to him, so that her full breasts were flattened against his naked and hairy chest and his lust-hardened erection pressed hard against her crotch. Then he inserted his hand between her quivering thighs, playing for a few seconds at the sensitive flesh of her white inner thigh, then creeping under the elastic legband of her tiny lace panties. Despite her futile attempts to free herself from his grasp, his hand managed to find its way to the warm moistness of her heated cuntal lips.
"No! Oh no!" she cried, but as Ace's thumb passed over her tinglingly erect clitoris, another sound escaped her lips, a deeply animal moan of pleasure. "Aaaahhhhh!"
Searing flames burned her hotly moistening cunt now and her aching belly yearned to be filled. She opened her mouth to protest again, but was shocked to hear the actual sounds that came out-sounds of deep and yearning pleasure. "Ohhhhhh ... arrrghhhhhhh!"
In one rough and powerful motion, Carbone, as brutally as he had stripped her of her blouse and pants now ripped the fragile fabric of her bikini panties from her body.
Carlotta was clicking the camera now, recording the entire humiliating scene for the pages of Top Floor magazine, while Cal's lustful eyes took in the scene from behind.
"Mmmmmm ..." he muttered hoarsely ... "Most beeeyooteeful ass in the world."
Suddenly Ace grabbed her wrist and jerked her back down to the floor. "Now you'll see who owns you ... get on your back, baby ... On your back!"
Never in her life had the young girl felt so humiliated ... not even when her stepfather had raped her. Bill Robinson had not been able to control his desire for her, that was why he had forced her to have sex with him. Even Barry Brand took her because he wanted her ... Always, lust had been the only motivation. But this was something different.
Carbone, the man who had photographed hundreds of beautiful girls for his magazine, who had fucked every model and movie star he had ever desired, didn't want her ... he was only teaching her a lesson . . . only proving his total mastery over her life.
What she felt now was the utter shame of total humiliation. Here she was, on the floor, her hardened nipples revealing the desire she felt even in her shame, her pale blonde pussy hair, damp with love-juice for all of them to see.
She was totally powerless to do anything but what Ace Carbone ordered her to do. She was his slave.
Suddenly, Carbone had removed his own pants and his enormous, lust-hardened cock shot out from between his legs like a hot purple club. He had a body of total and utter masculinity, powerfully muscular and covered with dark hair, his huge pulsing cock compelling her eyes to stare.
He stroked the thick foreskin back and forth on his blood-engorged cockhead, and his sperm-bloated balls swayed between his hirsute, muscular legs.
Lisa heard a rustling noise behind her and turned to see Cal ridding himself of his pants as quickly as he could and again her eyes were captivated by the sight of the other man's huge lust-hardened cudgel protruding from hairy crotch. Cal was big-but Ace Carbone had the hugest cock she had ever seen in his life. Like a symbol of his dominance over them all, it jutted out from his loins, a primal power in its own right.
"You get it both ways today, baby ..." he leered. "And I'm gonna be the back door man. Hey . .. don't look so frightened ... you don't think I'll split you in two, do ya?" And he roared with laughter at the look of utter horror on her face. "You ain't been introduced to that pleasure yet, have you?"
Then, in imitation of a gallant gentleman, Ace stepped aside, gesturing to Cal. "The pussy is all yours," he grinned.
Cal's hands were eager and powerful as he wrenched her resilient thighs apart, shoving his knees in between them to hold them in place. Then, crouching above her helpless body, he pressed his hot, pulsating cock against her belly, one hand rubbing harshly against her full, rounded breasts, the other teasing at the pink moistness of her hair-fringed cunt.
"Cal ..." she whispered pleadingly ... "Cal ... you've been my friend ... you brought me here ... Don't do this to me!" Her body was wracked with sobs now as she realized the utter desperation of her situation.
"Give in, baby . .. You wanted to be a movie star ... this is gonna be your big scene honey . .. We've been filming this whole thing . . . those mirrors are one-way glass... and the cameras and sound equipment are right behind them ..."
"Oh God no!" she wailed in horror as the truth of what Cal was saying sunk in ...
"When Ace Carbone made dirty movies of Helen Cresci it was for private distribution only . .. But now, things are different ... You're gonna be a bigger star than Linda Lovelace!"
The more she struggled, the more tightly Cal held her pinned to the floor, confident that she would soon give up her struggle. He continued to stroke her already aroused pussy, watching her passions win the battle for control, hearing throaty grunts of pleasure escape her lips between her cries for help.
Lisa thrust her head up from the floor and her eyes were confronted with the sight of Cal's enormous blue-veined thickness prodding against her desire-inflamed belly. As total as her shame and humiliation were, she knew that she was aching for him to thrust his lust-throbbing cock deep up inside her hungry pussy. Despite herself, the knowledge that people were watching, that all this was being filmed, thrilled her in a way she would never have imagined possible.
Cal began to finger-fuck into her hotly writhing cuntal passage now, and despite herself she was squirming her hips in obscene undulations, her mouth parted hungrily as she stared at his burgeoning manhood.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you," Cal grinned. "You just can't wait to have my big hot cock deep in your belly. Isn't that right baby,?"
"No!" she screamed. "No, it's not true!"
"Oh, no," he smiled, and abruptly withdrew his teasing finger from Lisa's hot, moist pussy. "Well then, we'll just forget the whole thing. Okay?"
"No! Cal, no!"
Cal was laughing at her now. "Then ask for it, bitch. Ask for what you want."
"Ooooohhhhhh, Cal," Lisa was moaning crazily now, her writhing pussy just aching to be filled again. "Yess ..." "Ask for it!"
"I want it... I want your cock, baby . . . Oh fill me with your cock!"
At the sound of these words, Cal pressed his blood-engorged cockhead against her moistly seeping pussy lips. Lisa could feel her belly heave with obscene anticipation as she felt the hot sponginess part her delicate, hair fringed cunt lips. All she could think of was that she wanted that cock, wanted its hot hardness deep up inside of her.
Cal lowered his slender hips and parted her delicate pussy lips with his cockhead. Mewls of animal desire broke from her lips as the searing contact sent shivers of fiery pleasure raging through her body.
He was heavy on top her now, his muscular chest flattening the round orbs of her breasts, and his pulsating hardness shot deeper and deeper into the warm moistness of her desperately clinging cuntal passage. Deeper and deeper he fucked until he could feel his sperm-bloated testicles slap against the upraised globes of her tightly clenched ass cheeks.
Cal's mood was growing more brutal, her submissiveness bringing out the beast in him. Cruelly he grabbed her legs and shoved them back against her shoulders so that she was completely doubled up.
"Owwwww! You're hurting meeeeee!" she screamed, as his enormous cock began ramming so deep up into her he could feel his cockhead flattening her cervix.
"Aiieeeeeee! Ow!" she cried out as he continued to viciously buffet her helpless young flesh. But she loved it! Loved the power of his enormous member fucking so hard and deep inside of her. The borderline between pain and pleasure had dissolved now into a sea of pure sensation.
Cal's huge, lust-bloated member sliced viciously into her hotly clasping pussy, and every time his hot swollen balls slapped against her ass she let out a deep groan of unbearable pleasure.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ..." she chanted throatily in rhythm with his fucking.
Her cuntal muscles contracted tightly around his huge, throbbing manhood, unconscious now of anything but the hot swirls of lust flooding her body, unconscious of the cameras in the next room, of Carlotta taking stills for the magazine, unconscious of Ace Carbone watching from the sidelines, massaging his enormous red-hot shaft with his fist, waiting... waiting for the right moment.
Lisa's tightly sucking cuntal muscles were milking Cal's lust-driven member now as he fucked powerfully in and out of her, when suddenly she heard Ace Carbone's deep voice boom: "Turn her over Cal! And lemme get my cock in that tight little asshole of hers!" Suddenly Lisa went rigid. No! Oh dear Lord no! He'll kill me!
"No . . . Ace, no! Not that!" she screamed, terrified.
Ace just laughed at her pleas, as Cal rolled her over in one smooth motion, his cock never leaving the warmth of her tightly clinging pussy. She was on her knees over him now, her huge breasts bobbing just below his face. And as Cal lifted his head to begin sucking on her hotly throbbing nipples, Carbone grabbed her by the buttocks and spread them wide apart with his large strong hands.
"Pleeeeeeease . . . No! Not that!" she screamed, and she could feel her anal muscles clenching defensively against the anticipated assault.
"Ohhhh, baby, I just can't wait to get my cock in that tight little asshole," Ace moaned, and with one finger he began to dig into the tightly puckered ring of her rectum.
She was screaming and whimpering now, begging and pleading, frightened by what she knew was to come. And her helplessness only served to further excite the two men.
She felt a relief from the wracking pain of his finger in her rear passage for only a moment as he withdrew it, only to feel it replaced in a moment by his hot pulsating hardness.
Only the very tip of it was in her now, but the pain was almost unbearable. She felt as if she would split in two, and her shrieks were wordless now, for she knew the worst was yet to come.
Ace managed to shove his huge cock another inch into her incredibly tight anal passage, and he felt a huge surge of excitement as he heard the pain it caused her. But she was hot... so hot, and he knew it was only a matter of time till she was begging him to go deeper.
Sweat had broken out on Lisa's upper lip now and she felt she would go mad with pain.
Yet there was something thrilling about it too. Lisa suddenly realized she was being fucked by two cocks at the same time, and as she visualized what they must look like to the cameramen in the other room, she felt the fire of excitement burning again deep in her belly.
The pain from Carbone's cock in her anal passage was still sharp, and it mingled crazily with the overwhelming pleasure in her pussy. The border between pleasure and pain grew dimmer and dimmer. She could not only feel the two huge cocks fucking into her, but she could feel two muscular male bodies on either side of her and smell the wonderfully thrilling odor of male sex surrounding her.
Then suddenly she cried out again in agony. For Carbone had thrust his mammoth member still deeper inside and now she thought she would truly burst. Surely she must be totally impaled now. But no. Again he thrust his powerful loins until he had finally sunk his huge shaft into her as far as it could go.
The pain was unbearable. Lisa felt she was lost in agony. Blue and red volts of electricity painfully blinded her to everything, and then she realized that sensation had become everything. It was no longer horrible. Somehow the pain felt wonderful! Her submission was so total, so complete.
"Oooooohhhhh, this is the goddamn tightest asshole I've ever fucked," grunted Carbone, as he began to plunge rhythmically into her hot, widely stretched anus.
And, through the tissue-thin membrane dividing Lisa's twin passages, Cal Harding could feel Ace's rhythmically fucking hardness. It increased the pressure on his thrusting maleness even more and he thought that never in his life had his cock felt so damn good.
Lisa had abandoned herself now to the world of lewd sensations, and her voluptuous young body was writhing between the two men's sandwiching bodies. Her hips would push back to receive the hot impaling meatiness of Ace Carbone ramming into her plundered anus, then she would move her hips forward and feel Cal's hotly pulsating cock sink all the way to the hilt in her hotly craving pussy. It was total abandonment now, as she gave in to the overwhelming sensations that thrilled her as they coursed through her body.
She didn't care about anything now, nothing but hot cock filling her, thrilling her, mattered anymore. Let the whole world see her humiliation on film. It didn't matter. She had fought against the brutal assault of men since she had been barely out of childhood. It was useless. It was impossible. There was nothing to do but give in, submit to both the men and the forces of nature which were greater than anything any human being could ever control.
"Oh God! Fuck me hard with both your cocks!" she cried out. "I love it, goddammit. I love it!"
Never before had she so totally given herself up to pleasure. She was mindless now, insane, but totally at one with the current of life. Wild thrills of unbridled pleasure were boiling in her blood, hot coals of lust were being fanned into wild flames in her cunt and her ass as she was ravaged from both ends by those two hot male cocks.
"Aaahhhhh ... harder. Fuck harder!" she cried out in total abandoned lust.
Carlotta's camera clicked crazily, but she was having a hard time staying in control. God, the pictures would be so great, but ooooohhhhhh, her own pussy needed some attention.
She wanted to get into the act. It was no fun just watching and her tingling little clit was crying out to be satisfied too.
The hell with it, Carlotta thought, putting her camera down. They can pull their goddamn stills off of the film.
Carlotta got undressed in seconds, r spurred on by the obscene sight before her. She could see the pink fluted edges of Lisa's pink pussy flesh pulling out with Cal's withdrawing cock on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly back deep into the clinging depths. At the same time Ace's thick hardened cock was having the same effect on the pinkish-brown puckered edges of her ravaged asshole.
Carlotta could no longer bear to be merely a spectator. She crouched over Cal's passion-contorted face. "Ohhhh, like me baby ... get me off, pleeeease!" the beautiful dark-haired girl moaned.
And Cal looked up to see the ruby-red and warmly moistened folds of Carlotta's orchid-like cunt. Obligingly his tongue snaked out of his mouth and, as he continued to fuck rhythmically into Lisa, he began to lick the hotly craving crevice of the other girl's pussy.
Lisa was unaware of the addition to their triangle. All she was aware of was the sensations of agonizing pleasure that consumed her hotly thrashing body. She could feel Ace reach out from behind her and grab her tits, kneading them hard and rough with his hands. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish in soundless cries of ecstasy, as wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure radiated out from her cock-filled loins through her body.
Two cocks fucking her at once created the most unbelievable fire in the young blonde's loins. Never had she imagined that lust could be so totally overwhelming. Then she felt a third hand, a gentler hand reach out and touch her breast, and she looked up to see Carlotta, her pussy being eaten by Cal, grabbing and stroking at her lust-hardened nipples.
The intensity of pleasure now was agonizing, and her body bucked and thrashed magnificently around the two rampaging cocks pummeling her from both ends.
Cal and Ace Carbone continued pumping and grinding their hips, and the motions caused their thick penises to bore that much more deeply into the heated, quivering depths of Lisa's clinging vagina, drenched as it was with the oils of nature thereby easing the movements of their mastodonic organs. Each time they plunged into her they felt a faint answering rotation from her rubbery, tightly gripping walls as her hips continued to salaciously move in small circles. Cal's hands gripped the smooth white curves that were her hips and moved them with him as he sank even deeper into her tender opening, impaling her on his blood-engorged lightning rod that was even now sparking insanely as it sent forth great streaks of jagged bliss through her body while absorbing thrilling pressures from hers. Delicious bursts of orgasmic energy shot through both of the men as they pounded into her belly.
Ellie was whimpering between them and her hair was damp with lust-sweat. Her eyelids fluttered open and shut, her eyes totally glazed-so vague and uncomprehending for the moment what was happening as those of a helpless animal trapped by man. The two men inside her pink channels saw only a flicker in her hazy eyes that showed she was even conscious of what was going on so intense was her pleasure.
Her powerful steel bandings of vaginal muscle closed even more tightly around their thrusting, aching organs as her aroused self answered the questions posed by her mind many times in her youth with a time-honored, ancient language every one here clearly understood. They began a duel with their fitting, clasping organs for a long, long period of time, as if they were fighting against one another instead of helping each other. They jerked and writhed and squirmed, one against the other, hugging only with their genitalia, insane with lust, loving every little second of it.
Lisa was an earthy woman who was made for primeval fucking-not just because she had the right equipment or was the right sex, but because she had that extra awareness, that extra inner sensitivity. It was also obvious she had a high degree of intelligence because dumb women were just not this good. The more intelligent the woman, the better she fucked. The smarter ones seemed to have a better instinct for it. They seemed to know, as they knew a lot of other things.
God! God! God! She was getting close... so very close. The pressures in her body were so intense the entire surface of her body broke out in a heavy sweat. Her breath was coming in short, heavy blasts. Cal and Ace pounded rigidly into her, pinning her solidly down even as she writhed and twisted and climbed the length of their organs again and again.
They all dug frantically into her, knowing the payoff was very, very close. Deeper, deeper went the thrusting organs into her quiveringly frenzied slit, fucking in a speeding, crazed fury, battering her equally frantic pussy with their superior masculine strength. Every working muscle, every nerve fiber in all their bodies was aflame with anticipation and channeled concentration that was turning the thinking of all minds toward one single purpose.
Lisa had to admit she really felt it, all right. She had been fucked by longer penises, and she had been fucked by thicker cocks, but there was something about the way this man used his penis that made him really terrific, just as he had known how to use his mouth at another time. The throbbing lance in her asshole felt as if it would come out at the nape of her neck.
Cal felt the beginning of his self-control slipping. He began pounding all the more solidly into Lisa's trembling body with ever increasing drive and force. Harder, harder, and harder, his testicles bloating and feeling as if they were going to be split wide open. His cock felt as if it was about to be detached from his body and left inside hers. She was meeting him drive for drive each time he slammed it home into her. The sucking lips of her carnivorous vagina sucked on the full length of his phallic pole as it massaged and chewed it while the organ continued insanely driving into her as if with a mind of its own. Lisa had become a fucking machine ... all together they were like an overall big fucking machine. He was grunting and groaning, and his plea seemed to gasp out of him, "F-F-Fuu-uuuuckkkkk meeeee ..." he sighed, and the sound of his voice made her loins move faster and faster. Her head ached as she tossed it from side to side, her hair flying wildly as his tongue caught in her mouth. Thoughts were collecting and colliding in her mind.
Cal felt Lisa's tight pussy drawing and tugging and pulling him feverishly into the mounting, swirling vortex, and the edge was tightening his guts. She was moving so fantastically inside, if he stopped moving altogether the pressures of her vagina would make him come. Her fantastic body machinery was massaging his penis without any external movement on either his or her or Ace's part. This had to be the most fantastic woman he had ever known. Her legs were flailing wildly and her head flopping about insanely as if it were broken as she thrust her grindingly milking pussy along the lengths of their sunken penile pikes while they continued mercilessly plowing her tender flesh.
She was jerking and twisting convulsively, straining her body against the two of them as the ancient forces hidden in everyone gripped her and wild paroxysms shook her again and again. She had no more control over herself than if she had been a puppet on a string, and the string had suddenly been cut. The magnificent cocks literally ripped their way through her entire body as the climactic machinery started to work inside her. She was totally helpless at this point. Every tooth in her head rattled, and every cell in her body quaked.
As Lisa went in and out of awareness because of all the excitement and pleasure she could still feel their stiff erections still hammering into her ravaged asshole and pussy, and after a moment, in spite of her exhaustion, she began to grind her hips to give them even more pleasure. She wanted to give them pleasure, she realized; she wanted them to enjoy fucking her more than any other woman on earth. She knew that thinking that was terrible, but she couldn't help it. She was their slave now; they could do anything they wanted to her, because they knew how much she would enjoy it. Lisa giggled and sighed, amused by the inconsistency of her thoughts. Then she whimpered salaciously and bucked her hips more quickly, offering up the pleasure of her luscious body to her two lovers again and again. She clamped the walls of her flushed vagina tightly on one prick and the walls of her hot aching asshole on the other as she wrapped her arms tightly around the nearest body and pulled him against her quivering body with overwhelming strength which was surprising as she was not that athletic a woman.
She moaned and mewled and tossed her blonde mane wildly from side to side. She was conscious of nothing now but lust, a burning driving lust that wracked her entire body. Nothing mattered now but cock, big hard hot cocks fucking crazily into her ass, fucking into her pussy.
"Oh Goddddd! Fuck cunt... fuck ass. .. fuck cunt .. . fuck ass," she chanted, like someone gone mad with obscene lust, in rhythm with the two hotly impaling members.
The sound of her cries made the other three even more impassioned, and the man fucked savagely into her until the room was filled with deep urgent moans of total and utter carnality. Both Ace and Cal were almost ready to shoot their cum hard into the blonde girl's passages, and Cal was sucking hard now on Carlotta's hotly erect clitoris.
Lisa was almost insane with pleasure now, and the addition of Carlotta to the scene, the feel of three hands on her breasts, was driving her into an insane frenzy of lust. She could feel the rising crescendo of passion consuming her lower depths with fire now. She could not even see bodies any more, only the wild lightning bolt fireworks of lust. Her cunt sucked greedily on Cal's deeply impaled cock and her ass muscles clenched and unclenched tightly around Ace's near-to-exploding cock.
She was close ... so close ... "I'm going to cumm . . . I'm cumming ... Oh yessss-sssss!" she cried out.
Ace was going out of his mind with passion. Never in his life had anything so incredibly hot and smooth and tight grabbed around his cock like this. He could feel the intense building of hot cum in his balls churning madly, begging for release.
The pressure was building, building in his sperm-bloated balls, and suddenly it was rushing up the length of his cock and he was exploding deep inside her. When she heard his lion-like groan, and felt the molten river of Ace Carbone's hot cum spurting deep into her hungrily writhing asshole, she thought she would die from the pleasure deep within her belly.
Suddenly her own orgasm began to explode, and her body was convulsed with spasms as she shouted and shrieked an accompaniment to the incredible rapture of her orgasm. Her asshole and pussy were spasming wildly now as Ace's cum continued to flood her asshole. It was like an earthquake, tossing her out of the bounds of the world she knew, shattering her into a million tiny pieces of pure sensation.
Carlotta watched her wide eyed now, watching the uncontrolled shudders of her orgasm, and suddenly she felt her own climax hit her and she too was sent spinning through that swirling space of total orgasmic satisfaction. Her pussy juices ran down her leg now and into Cal's still-sucking mouth until finally, she fell back onto the floor in total satiation.
It was all too much for Cal. He let out an insane groan and fucked as hard as he could into Lisa's still spasming cunt as he felt the first hot cum spurting from the tip of his cock, and his explosive climax had begun.
His huge throbbing cock sent burst after burst of white-hot semen into Lisa's pussy and the young girl's orgasm seemed to last forever.
Finally they were finished and four bodies lay on the floor, their breathing deep, their skin flushed.
"Cut!" they vaguely heard someone cry a great distance away.
The movie was done.
And Lisa was happy. For the first time in her life since her childhood she felt at peace with her world. She knew now the truth about herself, and knew that this was where she belonged.
No longer would she see herself as a victim of men. Her lust was as powerful as theirs and she could no longer deny it.
Yes, she would be who she really was now, and she would be happy.
