With the mental and emotional stresses inherent in our fast-paced, changing society, the process of growing up can lead to disastrous consequences if not proceded by careful foresight. Yet this becomes a Catch-22 dilemma, for how is youth expected to act and decide in a mature, responsible manner while in the very process of groping toward adulthood? It cannot be expected, but only hoped for ... and all too often, the path one takes in life is more a matter of luck, of circumstance, and of the pressures which modern living exerts.
Whatever the causes, the solutions invariably appear complex and intertwined. In THE "X"RATED STARLET, the author has carefully crafted a character study of young, impressionable Denise Landers, as she makes her first crucial steps away from the protection of her family, and into the raw world outside. He examines the motivations behind her decisions, and considers the compelling forces which push her into taking a wrong turn. The story may be shocking to some, for it is told with the poignant lucidity of truth and reality, and its explicitness is necessary in order to illustrate the complexity of today's environment and its potent influence upon an innocent mind.
We, the publishers, find the story to be pertinent, as a story dealing with sexual awareness should be. For the bottom-line question which evolves from it is twofold: Are the ills of America's youth brought on by people; or are they inherent conditions of the human race?
Chapter 1
"C'mon," Cindy Halpern urged. "C'mon, take off your bikini and join me. The sun is too hot and lovely to have any clothes on!"
The twenty year old brunette pirouetted nakedly on tiptoe in front of Denise Landers, letting the warm Southern California sunlight caress her as if its rays were an imaginary lover. Then, sighing, she stretched her arms and casually sprawled on the large beach towel that was spread on the flat, roof-top deck of the Landers' modern suburban home.
Denise blushed at the sight of her naked girl friend lying unprotected on the towel. It seemed so naughty somehow, and yet at the same time provocatively desireable. She had never done anything like this before, always careful about her modesty and propriety ... which might account for the fact that although beautiful and nubile, she was still a virgin at the age of nineteen. God knows, she thought as she hesitated, that Cindy was not ...nor, as far as she could tell, were any of the other coeds in her sophomore class at community college!
"Really, Denise," Cindy laughed, "you can't be that much of a prude! It's only us girls here, and there's all around the deck. Nobody can see you except me ...and I've already seen you bare-assed in the school showers."
"Well___" Denise faltered, but already the invitation was too great to turn down, and her hands were unclasping the snaps of her bathing suit top. She blushed again at the delicious feeling of allowing her full, taut-nippled breasts to be exposed this way, as if she was without morals or scruples. She hesitated a moment longer, cupping the cloth which dangled by its now untied strap and her ivory-smooth breasts, feeling the hot flush of embarrassment all the way to her neck. "It is hot this afternoon, at that..."
"And it's Saturday, and after tomorrow we'll be stuck inside for another week of summer term. You won't have another opportunity to sun like this until next week-end, and heaven knows if your mother won't get time off from work then and put the kabosh on such sports. Shell have us doing more chores."
"I know. I even feel guilty taking this break."
"All work and no play makes us pale-faces!" Cindy giggled and squirmed over on the towel, patting a spot alongside her. "Don't worry, we've gotten most of the things done she wanted us to, and we'll finish the rest before she gets home. But first let's work on getting an all-over tan!"
There was genuine admiration in her voice as Cindy studied the lithe curvaceous body standing above her. To some extent, she was envious. Her figure was almost as perfect as Denise's, and her face was sensual in her fuller, southern European way, but still she couldn't quite match the way Denise could attract admiring attention from the college jocks and graduate executives.
"I feel positively wicked doing this," Denise gushed as finally she dropped her bikini brassiere to the sun deck and arched her back. Her breasts, high and firmly voluptuous, stood out in all their alabaster splendor.
"Don't be silly," Cindy exclaimed, sitting up. "Why, everybody's into nudity now. Don't be so old-fashioned."
Denise smiled at the chastisement, and suddenly swallowed involuntarily. Cindy's rounded breasts were nearly brushing the still pale skin of her naked belly, as she crossed her legs and again patted the towel beside her. Denise could see all of her girl friend's rich cuntal furrow between her wide-spread thighs now, and the fringe of dark pubic hair parting until all of her coral smooth vaginal slit was exposed, even to where her bud-like clitoris was visible. Viewing the provocatively exposed pussy gave Denise a sudden jump inwardly, a tingling in her still bikini-clad loins she could not understand.
"What's the matter, Denise?"
"N ... Nothing, Cindy," the blonde-haired girl replied nervously. She smiled again, attempting to cover up the puzzling sensation which had so abruptly and impossible flickered between her thighs. "No, I'm just thinking how happy I am that you were able to board with us."
"In that case, stop procrastinating," Cindy retorted. "Here's the suntan oil and the towel. All that's needed is you."
Denise placed her thumbs inside the tight elastic hip band of her dark blue bikini, and then paused. Never before had she purposely stripped herself so completely out in the open air in front of another person! Gym-class showers at the college were somehow different ...they were required, and nudity was required, even though even there she found that she felt squeamish and embarrassed. But this was optional, a personal choice which she alone had to decide... and as she searched her confused conscience, she discovered shamefully that she actually relished the idea of parading naked before Cindy. She really wanted to do ity and her mind whispered that it was all right, that Cindy was another girl and not a man, and that it was high time for her to stop acting childish ...
Almost without knowing she was acting, Denise began peeling her bikini down. Quivering slightly from a nervous response, she slowly eased the thin blue material down over her rounded white buttocks and long, tapering legs.
The effect of her unconsciously seductive strip was electrifying to Cindy. She sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes off the soft curls of pubic hair that gradually became apparent as Denise worked her bottoms down over her legs. Her cuntal hair, a natural honey-colored hue, was a pale, wispy triangle against the ivory warmth of her thighs, and as she kicked her suit away, Cindy felt as if she'd been kicked in the stomach.
Oh Lord, how can I keep from touching her? she groaned inwardly, as she gazed at Denise's tall, nubile figure. The blonde girl's hair fanned out like a burnished halo, and her face was almost cherubic with its freckled snub nose, rose-bud lips, and almost classical high cheek bones. Cindy let her eyes wander with fond admiration down to her girl friend's taut breasts with their rubiescent nipples standing rigid in the warm sun like ripe berries; then down over her smooth flat belly and gently sloping thighs to where that tantalizing crest of softly curling hair framed her pink virginal cunt.
Cindy Halpern had always been enamored with the sight of feminine nakedness. As a steady diet, she by far preferred the hot, hard, hairy bodies of men, with their large and pleasure-giving penises ... this was true; but every now and then she enjoyed the softer, tenderer touch of a girl, preferably one young and inexperienced so that she could gently lead her into the passionate secrets of sexual hedonism ... And never had she seen so innocent looking a girl as Denise, not even in high school!.
Yet now, lying on the towel and smiling languidly up at her naked girl friend, she realized that this was neither the time nor the place to introduce Denise to Lesbian loving. First would have to come the more normal, masculine seduction of the naive virgin, so that she would become used to the fact that her body was made to produce desire and unbounding passion.
Laughing with self-consciousness, Denise held her naked pose, oblivious of her friend's lustful dreams. Her thumbs were pressed against her gently flaring hips, fingers splayed across her belly in an unwittingly provocative stance. "Well, Cindy, what do you think?"
"I think you're good enough to be in the movies," Cindy replied, trying to control the heated depravities swimming through her mind. "That's what Jack always tells me, anyway."
"Jack Trager would tell you anything," Denise said.
"But the point is," Cindy cracked back with a sly little smile, "that he doesn't have to. I'm already his, all the way."
"Ohh, you're awful!" Giggling, Denise stretched out full length on the towel. She cradled her face in her arms, her eyes closed as the brilliant sun roasted her pale flesh, her blood seeming to ferment from the blazing heat. All the way ... The meaning was blatant, but she couldn't take offense. She had figured that Cindy had been putting out for the handsome upper-classman for some time, Cindy having dated Jack since before Christmas, and it only added up that they'd be having sexual relations. She didn't care or condemn; what they did privately was between themselves ... Nothing seemed to matter as the sun drew all the energy out of her, her mind drowsing in semiconsciousness ... it was good like this, without any clothes on, she had to admit... it truly was...
"Denise?"
"Mmmm?"
"Jack's invited me over to his apartment tonight."
"Oh?" Denise tried to conceal her disappointment. "Gee, I'd sort of hoped you'd stick around here this evening. I mean, I'll have nothing to do."
"Well, your mother will find something to keep you busy."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Denise said glumly. "So why over to his place? Is he getting too cheap to take you out?"
"My, how catty!" Cindy exclaimed, and then laughed. "No, he's got a new movie he wants me to see. You know how gung-ho he is, studying cinematography so that he can go to work for his brother, Frank."
"Boy, do I. That's all Jack seems to talk about when he's here-making movies for Straight Arrow Productions. Is this new film one he made at school, or one of his brother's?"
"I don't know. But I figure it has to be a Straight Arrow, because he told me that it was really hot, X-rated, of course, and I doubt the college would allow him to do that."
"Wow!" Denise breathed in envious excitement.
"X-rated!"
"I'm sorry about it," Cindy said contritely. "I know how you were counting on us keeping each other company tonight."
"Yeah, well I can understand."
"If there was only some way you could come along..."
"Thanks anyhow, but I'd just be in the way ..." Denise drifted off again, disappointed but determined to making the best of it, and thought how lucky she was to have a friend like Cindy at all.
Deriise's mother was extremely religious, and had raised her child to attend church every Sunday, even while most of the other kids were running off to picnics or the beach. It had been a strict Fundamentalist upbringing, concentrating on the "sins of the flesh", especially after Mr. Landers had deserted his wife and daughter for the blowsy charms of a cocktail waitress.
Mrs. Landers had been forced to find a job in order to support herself and the then twelve-year-old Denise, and she had been working at the same electronic assembly plant ever since. She'd had little time for Denise, except to instill her bitterness and deep abiding mistrust of the male species. Instinctively, Denise had rejected much of her mother's caustic contempt for men and sex, but neither had she been able to learn a healthier approach. She'd never been taught how to judge a man's approach, and so to her the slightest advance was almost fearfully sordid. Even when on dates, she behaved with a primness bordering on saintliness, just as her mother had instilled in her to do from birth.
Unhappily Denise had watched as her plain-jane friends settled down with husbands and children, never bothered by the curse of being desired for just their striking beauty. She agonized over her developing urges, and the apprehension of losing out on what she felt to be her biological right, sensing the cravings of sexual awakening and the urge to be fulfilled. Now in college, she was majoring in biology in an effort to find the answer to a problem neither her mother nor her church could or would answer. Unfortunately, the physical make-up of animals provided no solution to what was basically a psychological block.
But then last autumn, at the beginning of her second year at OCCC, her mother had decided to rent out the spare bedroom. Inflation had eaten deeply into her meager income, and taxes were biting into what little was left, until it came down to either supplementing her pay check or losing the house. Boarding a student-a single girl, of course ...made a great deal of sense, for the Landers' home was quite near the college campus, just south of Los Angeles proper in the bedroom community of Altacoma. Denise had posted an ad on the college bulletin board, and Cindy Halpern had been the first acceptable student.
"Acceptable" was an arbitrary judgement made by Mrs. Landers alone, and did not include unwashed, frizzy-haired Hippies in patched jeans and thong sandles. Cindy had appeared clean, polite, and conservatively dressed, and though she was obviously not of the Landers religion, she seemed otherwise suitably moral, and the best of the bunch who'd applied.
Which only served to prove how shallow and narrow-minded Mrs. Landers' judgement could be. Cindy remained polite and respectable whenever around Mrs. Landers ...it was excellent training, she later confided to Denise, for Cindy was majoring in dramatics, hoping for a career as a movie actress. When Mrs. Landers was absent, Denise had soon discovered that Cindy was exceptionally open with her language and habits, especially after she met Jack Trager in one of her film courses and began dating him regularily. Despite their differences-or rather, because of them ...Denise had been drawn by the other girl's refreshing candor. Even as she winced at some of the outrageously risque things Cindy would say, she secretly hoped that through her, she could learn to loosen up and become more of the healthy, responsive female she so ardently desired to become. Yes, she was gratified beyond measure to have Cindy as a friend ...
"... I sure wish we could figure out some way you could come along tonight," Cindy was saying again. She had lain back down again, flat on her back with her legs splayed wide, and was idly massaging suntan lotion on the dark nipples of her breasts. "I mean, that is, if you'd really like to come."
"Well, sure I would," Denise replied defensively. "You don't think I'd like to stick around Dullsville, do you?"
"It might get a little ... rough."
Cindy's warning only whetted the natural curiosity and the refusal in Denise to admit she wasn't mature enough. She rolled on her side and propped herself up on one elbow so that she was facing Cindy, and said defiantly: "Don't worry about me none. I may not be as experienced as you, but I'm not a baby."
"Hell, I know that, Denise. I didn't mean it that way. It?s just that if this film gets down to the nitty-gritty, I wouldn't want you to be shocked or sick or something."
"Oh for crying out loud, Denise, it's only a piece of celluloid. I haven't walked out of a movie yet-" she giggled, adding-"at least, not because of what they were doing on the screen. But forget it. Two's company and three's a crowd."
"And four's more fun. What you need is a date, Denise."
"Oh, sure. The guys are lined up at the front door right now, all panting to take me out tonight. Be sensible. Besides, I wouldn't go anywhere with just anybody."
"Aw, you don't give yourself a chance. If you weren't so, ah ... shy, a lot of fellows would love to date you. And I mean the right kind of fellows too, with lots of money, good looks, and long hard cocks."
"Cindy!" Denise gasped, startled by her friend's lewdness.
"There, that's exactly what I mean, Denise, getting all up-tight just over some hen-talk between us girls." She winked at Denise. "You can't fool me, kiddo. I know deep down inside you'd love to let your hair down and say a few dirty words."
Denise hesitated, embarrassed but at the same time enticed by the daring provocation. A private little game between the two of them which couldn't possibly hurt...
"C-cock," Denise found herself repeating, blushing madly.
"Something else. Go on."
"Screw ..." Denise shivered at the use of the vulgarisms. It was exciting and perverted, and she felt a small surge of pleasure in her abdomen, and a little lower in her vagina. She giggled lightly, averting her eyes. "Screw," she said louder.
"Screw," Cindy echoed disparingly. "What kind of dirty word is that? Screw! What does Jack do to me when he wants to empty his cock and balls into my cunt? C'mon, Denise, tell me the real word for what he does to me."
"He ... fucks you?" she stammered.
"Where?" The question came out as a gasp, as if the words were arousing the brunette girl... which they were, and her reaction only helped feed the rising tingle in Denise Landers' virgin loins. Cindy licked her lips, her pink tongue circling them and leaving them glistening. "Where does Jack fuck me?"
"In ... In ..." Denise wasn't sure she could say it! But then she felt like such an innocent, such a prude in front of her best friend. Cindy was enjoying it, and in honesty, she had to admit that she was as well... and she trusted her friend, trusted her as only one true confident can trust another, or as a student can trust a teacher. It wasn't as if she were on stage, addressing an audience. She could be free with Cindy, and more importantly, she wanted to be free with her, feeling it imperative if ever she were to break out of her imprisoning inhibitions. She was drawn closer to Cindy by the circumstances, and the bond tightened another notch as haltingly she said:
"Jack ... fucks you ... in the ... the cunt! In your cunt!"
"Right on," Cindy said with an approving smile. "Jack fucks me in my hot, wet cunt." She began rubbing her thighs and belly with the palms of her hands, stroking all around her genital area, moaning slightly as if in heat. "Ohhhh, Denise, sometimes when Jack isn't around, I nearly go out of my mind wanting a cock in me. My cunt gets to burning so badly, I think it'll blaze a hole in my panties." She grinned lewdly and whispered:
"Sometimes I even walk around without my panties. Without anything, just so the cool air will calm the fire in my pussy down."
"You ... do?" Denise gulped, tingling from the brazen admission. Cindy ... pantyless, going around the campus naked between her legs ... but why not? Who's to know? Who's to see? It even sounded like fun ... !
"And I do other things!" Cindy said breathlessly. "I have to or I'd go mad! At night, f' instance, when I'm alone in bed here, I He naked on the covers just like I'm naked now, and I play with my cunt until I cum."
"Oh, no!" Denise moaned, suddenly envisioning what she had secretly done certain nights when the build-up of her passions had overwhelmed her moral restraints. She too had lain on her bed, naked, and fingered her pussy, just like Cindy was admitting to have done! She always felt sinful and guilty, even while she was surrendering to the pulsing throb of arousal which always precluded her putting one dainty finger gently inside her moistly parted pussy lips and rubbing up and down. The waves of spasming pleasure that she could produce always billowed through every fiber of her gamin body, even though she had never actually entered her flowering little cuntal hole.
She always resisted the temptation, despite knowing she'd experience new, stronger, even more exciting sensations if she did so, for that was the pink-fleshed orifice which her husband would enter first. She was determined to be married a virgin like her mother had been, and there were times after a heavy date of necking and kissing when she'd thrashed in bed from frustration. So masturbation had proven her salvation, a release from the gnawing eroticism which rippled through her sensitive nerves every once in awhile.
Denise squirmed with chagrin, feeling as if somehow Cindy was able to read her shame-filled mind. She knew she should stop this perverted talking before it became any worse... yet Cindy's salacious confessions and her own lurid recollections were too strong a mixture to counter-act. She felt perverse churnings in her body, the prickles of arousal stirring in her blood and marrow.
"Ohhh, Lord, Denise, I'm excited," Cindy mewled, undulating on the blanket and spreading her legs still wider, exposing her moist, dark-haired pussy to Denise's wild-eyed vision. "I... I don't think I can stand it!"
Denise was speechless. Never before had she been a part of such abandonment of modesty.
Here, now, her best friend was shamelessly admitting her unfulfilled needs, flaunting her genitals with overtones of sex so apparent!
"God, all I can think about is my cunt being fucked," Cindy groaned. She parted her thighs and rotated her buttocks, one hand moving up and down, encircling the silken curls and swollen pink valley of her vaginal lips, while her other hand was kneading and massaging her palpitating breasts. "Ahhh," she moaned in rising desire. "Ah, it feels so good ..."
Cindy revolved her fingers in the lust-moistened furrow of her pussy now, her legs bent slightly to allow her hand full access as she hungrily manipulated her cuntal slit. The flesh grew redder with arousal, and she breathed harsher, her breasts rising and falling more rapidly. She arched her back and clenched her teeth, panting and sighing blissfully through clenched teeth. "Ahhhhhh ... !"
"Stop it," Denise pleaded. "Please ... stop it!"
"Why? I'm only doing what I enjoy. We're pals, Denise. We understand each other, and we both know we masturbate."
Her moist, glistening vagina was splayed wide for Denise's view, and the shocked young coed could smell its perfumed female secretions. As much as she wished Cindy to stop, she was too close in spirit and desires to be anything but a sympathetic and empathetic comrade. Tears of frustration and indecision welled in her eyes ... and there was her own deep wetness growing between her inner thighs. With a terrified jolt, Denise realized that her own hips were unconsciously starting to grind with helpless excitement, and that her breasts and vagina were actually aching responsively to Cindy's brazen masturbation.
Perversely transfixed, she centered her gaze on the brunette girl's straining thigh, as Qndy struggled to pump her finger deeper inside her vagina. Cindy's other hand was still caressing each naked breast in turn, but now with a savage strength that was cutting red, bloodless lines into the full, uplifted mounds. She squeezed her buttocks together, forcing the walls of her straining cunt tighter around the thickness of one, then two, then three skewering fingers, head thrashing and voice moaning almost incoherently from the immoral teasing of her own loins. Denise thought ileetingly of leaving ... but she could not break away, continuing to stare with hypnotic fascination, her mind blanking from all rationality.
Goading to a frenzy of yearning, the young blonde coed slid her own hand down along her naked body and across her trembling belly, to rest hesitantly against her own tender pubic mound. She could feel secretions flowing on her inner thighs, and she squirmed on the blanket from the force of her own licentious emotions, spontaneously spreading her legs and exposing the sparse golden curls of her pubic hair. At first without realizing it, she began to rub her pussy, increasing the speed and pressure of her touch in a froth of passion and desires.
Cindy's mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, and the glazed eyes of Denise stayed glued on the obscene display taking place mere inches away. Denise's middle finger slid along her wet cuntal lips, fondling her clitoris, teasing it with her fingernail and felt waves of consuming delight sear through her. She dropped her finger still lower to taunt the sensitive flesh around the opening of her now thirstily throbbing vagina, kneading and tickling the entire length of her moist vaginal crevice while her thumb toyed with her erect little clitoris.
Cindy Halpern was writhing ever faster, and her moans and sighs were furious as she wriggled on the towel and let her thighs open completely to her shuddering ecstasy. Denise wanted to scream and wail as she became increasingly delirious from her own maddening passions, the wet sluicing sounds of their mutual masturbations echoing clearly in her ears. Her lithe young body bucked and heaved from her whipping fingerings, and she nearly went out of her mind as she heard her friend gasp: "I... I'm cumming! Oh, Denise, I'm cumming ... !"
The blonde coed's breath rasped in her throat as she too strained toward her self-induced orgasm. They were going to climax any second now! Frantically she moved her clitoris, her cunt, her buttocks with the fingers of both hands, quivering under the pressure, gasping for her imminent release.
Denise stared mesmerized as Cindy suddenly jerking her legs out in convulsive shudders, and lifted herself in a trembling arch while she grasped the bone wall of her pussy and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. And Denise's own burgeoning release was triggered by this obscene vision, her vagina flooding with orgasmic secretions until they rivuleted down her tingling cunt lips and pooled wetly on the towel beneath her. She strained in her climax until she feared her stretching limbs would break, caressing her tender cunt over and over in a spasmodic tempo ...
Then the two young coeds fell limp, perspiration dotting their naked bodies, and their muscles shivering from the force of their orgasms. They lay stupified with satiation, while strength slowly returned to them.
Gradually a sense of sanity seeped through Cindy's blinding passion, her climax having temporarily salved her driving urges. She hesitated a moment longer, cringing, with her fingers still clamped between her inner thighs. Then gently she removed them, whimpering softly with shame and regret as she surveyed Cindy's curvaceous nudity, her eyes blurring with tears while guiltily she viewed the gleaming pubic hair and swollen pink crevice which were still blatantly displayed beside her.
"Fabulous, wasn't it!" Cindy purred as she sprawled contentedly. "Well have to do this more often, I can see."
The very obscenity of her suggestion made Denise gasp with chagrin. "Oh not again, Cindy! Not ever, ever again!"
"Hey, are you feeling bad about what we were doing?" the corruptive brunette asked in a condescending tone. "You shouldn't."
"I... I don't want to talk about it."
"C'mon, don't try kidding me that you didn't get your kicks."
"Well... Yes, yes of course I enjoyed it." How could she deny it, after the way she'd so lewdly performed next to Cindy? "But that doesn't make it right," she added mournfully.
"Doesn't it? It sure doesn't make it wrong." Cindy sat up, her thigh brushing against the warm, palpitating thigh of her anguished friend. "For once you let yourself go, and you found you had fun doing it. Fun isn't wicked, fun isn't sinful, unless maybe it leads to hurting somebody. I mean, it only stands to reason that if God hadn't meant for us to enjoy ourselves, He wouldn't have built pleasure into our bodies. It's all these blue-nosed religions that cause the trouble, getting people to believe God created everything except sex, which somehow the devil managed to tack on later. That's how religions keep power over us, by convincing us that only through their ways, their rules, are we allowed to enjoy ourselves. Well, that's bullshit."
"I... don't know. I'm so confused." "Believe me, that's only because it's all so new to you." Tenderly, Cindy patted Denise's leg with fond reassurance. "But you're learning, learning fast. You've passed your first lesson, you might say, joining me in doing what everybody does from the time they're kids. Nothing but normal human fun, made more novel and delightful because we used more of our natural senses, by watching and hearing as well as touching. What's wrong with that?"
Denise moaned, averting her face from the sight of their naked flesh. Her mind in a quandry, she vainly tried resolving her life-time of moral precepts, a part of her convinced that their voyeuristic masturbations was diabolically wanton, while another part argued that anything which felt so blissfully good could not possibly be bad. But she couldn't come to any conclusion, the shock of her body's unexpected betrayal having ruptured her thoughts and leaving her in a state of utter perplexity.
Cindy smiled lazily, knowing the seed had been planted in fertile if not virgin soil, and that soon Denise would desire more loving openly and abandonedly, without coercion. But now was not the time to press the issue further, or she might overdo it. Now was the time to secretly prepare for the next step in Denise's seduction, and she mulled over ways to get the young blonde coed laid.
As if in answer, the telephone began ringing downstairs, shattering the afternoon stillness. Cindy leaped upright, heading swiftly toward the roof-deck door before the phone had a chance to ring again. "I'll get it," she called to Denise. "I bet it's Jack." She dove down the steps, her white buttocks winking in the sunlight as she disappeared.
Denise hesitated only long enough to snatch up the towel, wrapping it haphazardly around her as she trotted after her friend. She reached the second-floor landing where the extension phone was installed, just in time to hear Cindy confirm that indeed, the call was from Jack Trager.
"What do you mean, I'm to come over an hour later?" Cindy was saying sharply. "What's the matter?" She paused, nodding as Jack answered her, and then responded peevishly: "Oh, I get it okay. Your brother Frank doesn't trust you with the film, and insists on chaperoning it. Does he figure on chaperoning us watching it, too?" Again she listened, going "uh-huh" and "izzat so" a few times as she stood unashamedly naked, eyeing Denise while Jack continued to explain. A small, speculative smile began etching her mouth. "Listen, Jack," she eventually interrupted, "I don't care what reason Frank has for coming over. The point is, he's going to be there. And if he's going to be there, then by Christ, I'm going to bring over somebody else, too. That's right... Yeah, the somebody is a girl... Denise Landers."
"What?" Denise gasped as she overheard, so startled that she almost lost her grip on the slippery towel around her.
"Don't be silly, Jack," Cindy said, heedless of her friend's outburst. "Frank will like Denise just fine."
"Wait, Cindy!" Denise cried. "Please, wait a minute!"
"Wait a minute," Cindy repeated to Jack, and placed her hand over the receiver so she could talk to Denise. "Well, you wanted to go, didn't you? Here's your chance."
"But I... I don't know Jack's brother, and I-"
"He's a great guy, believe me. Only a coupla years older than Jack, but already coining a mint with his movie production company. And he's handsome and witty, and a great dresser, and sharp, really sharp. I mean, don't tell Jack this, but if I'd met Frank first, I'd have ..." She trailed off her sentence, her meaning apparent from the sly sensual grin she gave.
Then evidently Jack said something, for Cindy turned her attention back to the phone. "What's that... ? Yeah ... Yeah ... Nine o'clock it is, you big lug. We'll see you then. bye."
Denise still felt stunned by this strange turn of events which had happened so fast. Moreover, she wasn't sure she wanted to go out anywhere at all that evening, still so unnerved by the lurid incident on the deck upstairs, that she sincerely wished to be by herself for awhile, to rest and reflect. Why, the mere remembrance of her and Cindy fingering themselves to orgasm was causing her to blush crimson. How could she hope to face anyone when her feverish embarrassment was as bright as the sun outside .,. ?
If Cindy took notice of Denise's anguish, she didn't show it. She laughed as she hung up the telephone, and clapped her hands. "Wow, what a break! Here you were, moping because you couldn't get out tonight, and luck drops a date in your lap."
"But Frank Trager can't be my date, because I-"
"Oh I know, I know," Cindy rushed on, dismissing the objection with a wave of her hand. "He hasn't formally asked you or been introduced to your mother, or any of that rubbish. For that matter, he doesn't even know it yet. You see, it's like we supposed-the film isn't Jack's; it's one of Frank's Straight Arrow releases, and he's got to deliver it early tomorrow morning or lose a big contract. So he doesn't mind us seeing it, but he has to keep hold of it, understand? But I'm telling you true, Denise, you're not being lined up with a dog. Frank is a real super stud. You'll dig him, you'll see."
"It's not just that. It's because of... of what happened," Denise blurted. "Of what we did just now. I wouldn't dare ..."
"Is that still bothering you?" Cindy again interrupted, and she rolled her eyes, sighing dramatically. "Well, that's all the more reason for going out tonight. It'll give you a chance to calm down, to stop your mind from brooding, and a much needed chance of pace besides."
"You ... really think so?"
"I know so. Consider it as therapy."
"Well perhaps..." Weakening and sorely tempted, Denise glanced down at her bare feet as ruefully she said: "But you've got to promise, Cindy. You've got to swear that you'll never tell a soul about... that. Nobody must ever find out!"
"I swear! I don't feel any desire to confess," the other girl replied, grinning broadly, her eyes flashing merrily. "But I won't stop you from telling. Actually, I figure it's something you should take heart in, discovering what a fine body you have and what wondrous things you can do with it."
In an audacious move, Cindy suddenly reached out and swiped the towel from Cindy's faltering grasp. Denise sucked in her breath, chagrined at being stripped bare in so swift and flippant a manner, and for a moment she stood uneasy and ashamed. But Cindy's lustful eyes and teasing smile were too infectuous to ignore. A warm glow stole through the naive blonde coed, and she straightened unabashed, feeling proud at exposing her sensuous flesh, and pleased by the obvious admiration which Cindy was viewing her charms. Lord, what was happening to her? Denise didn't know and was apprehensive of finding out... but of one thing she now was certain: She was changing. She was altering in a process which she seemed incapable of stopping. And yes, there was something definitely gratifying about displaying her nude femininity for appreciative, affectionate eyes. To hell with her mother! To hell with her puritanical prejudices! Cindy was completely correct when she said it was high time for her to let loose, because for better or for worse, she was inexorably evolving into a woman in her own right...
Denise returned Cindy's smile with one of her own. And the smile which passed between them was a smile that meant more than a thousand words, for it was a mute message that they were now soul-naked as well as physically naked. And that from now on, whatever they did separately or together would be accepted and cherished by the other ...and that nothing would ever come between them.
"You're on, Cindy," Denise said with a toss of her blonde hair. "Frank's got himself a date. Now, what do you suggest we wear to a porno flick... ?"
Chapter 2
Denise Landers leaned back against the passenger seat of Cindy's hurtling MGB sports car, her long blonde hair blowing wildly in the wind like the mane of some incredibly beautiful palomino. She laughed in delight as her girl friend geared down to make the turns on the twisting Coast Highway, the tires screeching on the asphalt, and then sent the small car rocketing forward again through the late evening traffic. They were heading north from Altacoma to Seal Beach, where Jack Trager kept his apartment, and Denise was anticipating the night ahead more eagerly than she had that afternoon.
Her mother had settled any doubt the girl might have felt, having argued and wheedled over being "abandoned" by her "selfish gadabout" of a daughter. In the past, such laments by Mrs.
Landers would have made Denise so guilt stricken, that she'd have cancelled her plans and dutifully kept her mother company. But this time, her newly emerging sense of independence had caused her to balk, and the more her mother whined about being "unappreciated after slaving all day", the more she was adamant about going out. After all, she and Cindy had finished their household chores; the evening wasn't going to cost anything; and there was no earthly reason why she shouldn't spend Saturday evening with some of her best friends.
The upshot had been that Denise had openly defied her mother, leaving her behind furious and tight-lipped, a righteously indignant martyr. There'd be the devil to pay tomorrow, Denise thought philosophically, but so be it, she'd weather the storm when it came. The fact that she'd finally managed to find the gumption to rebel against her mother was what was important.
Now, as she relaxed against the seat of the sports car, Denise concluded that the confrontation had been worth it. She glanced toward Cindy with found respect, deeply appreciating how the brunette girl had stood by her, giving her moral support and courage to battle her mother. Denise was still scandalized by the clothes Cindy had chosen ...or rather the lack of them, Cindy wearing a mini-dress which looked more like a long shirt, a pair of skimpy white panties, and no brassiere. Clearly outlined were her globular breasts swaying while she drove, her dark-hued nipples etched thrusting against the scanty material. Self-consciously, Denise smoothed her hands over her conservative white skirt, feeling restricted by comparison by her bra and blue pinstripe blouse, and she wondered if ever she'd overcome her modesty enough to parade in public as blithely erotic as her friend did.
Well, she supposed, anything was possible after today's unnerving incident. The memory of her disgraceful masturbation still haunted the back of her mind, and she'd have dearly loved to forget it entirely, or blame it on Cindy's sordid behavior. But she knew she could not, for in truth she was at fault, having responded to Cindy's suggestive lead with unbridled passion. Denise was compelled to admit that by becoming a woman, she was subject to a woman's emotions, and that while this was a gratifying realization, in one aspect it frightened her. According to her in-bred teachings, ladies were perfect and unblemished by sin or lust; now, even though she was still virginal, she could no longer claim to be that sort of person. She was painfully aware of the potential in her awakening desires, and nothing could ever blot out the overwhelming sensations she'd so willingly relished.
Oh Lord, would she ever be able to trust her body from failing again? She doubted it... yet in her doubt, she resolved to learn by degrees how to master her growing urges. Somehow she had to find the inner strength to resist, no matter how enticing the temptation. She had to, if she were to retain her dignity, her self-respect, and yes, even her sanity!
And now, she thought as her mind turned to the present, she was speeding on her way to a test of her control. Tonight might be her second lesson, Cindy had kidded her earlier, but Denise couldn't help worrying that perhaps it would turn out to be an entire crash course! Despite her determination to go out, she was vaguely apprehensive over where she was heading and what she was expecting. She knew Jack Trager slightly, but his older brother was a stranger, a total unknown. Never mind that his age was merely a few years more than hers; everything she'd heard so far led her to suspect that Frank was considerably older in the sense of being more mature, experienced, and cosmopolitan.
And if he weren't enough to contend with, there was this allegedly spicy film of his. How should she act ...how would she act ...if it turned out to be as explicitely erotic as Cindy intimated it might be? Even Cindy had been concerned about her questionable reaction. "Promise you won't make a scene," she'd said to Denise when they'd left the house. "Whatever happens, promise you won't get up-tight or hysterical."
"Don't fret about me," Denise had replied defiantly. "I won't faint or freak out, you'll see."
"Good, that's the spirit! Just act like you're one of us, and not some old wet blanket." Cindy had smiled then, sly and suggestive. "That is, if you don't care for some of the goings on. What the hell, you might. I sure do ..."
Denise vowed to take her friend's advice. Yet she was obviously way out of her league, and despite her outward show of fortitude, she secretly harbored the fear that what was easy to say would be harder to do. She prayed that nothing serious would occur that would jeopardize her pledge, and cause her to unwittingly humiliate herself in front of Cindy and the two men .,.
Cindy veered into the apartment complex where Jack Trager lived, and found a stall in the parking area near the main entrance. The building was six stories tall, and done in the Spanish influence with dazzling white stucco and black grilled iron. Denise followed Cindy through the lobby and into the elevator, and then walked beside her down the fourth-floor hallway to number 412, her stomach churning from a mounting sense of trepidation.
Jack answered Cindy's knocking. "Hi, Cindy, Denise," he greeted warmly. "C'mon in. You're right on time."
"You mean an hour late," Cindy joked as she entered.
"Aw, we couldn't help the delay," Jack said, closing the door after Denise. He was tall, slim waisted, his chest and arms bulging with muscle, his long black hair combed back around his collar. His face was pleasant, average, as ordinary as the Levi's, loafers, and short-sleeved shirt he wore. He thrust a heavy box into Cindy's hands, adding: "Here, help me. The sooner we get the stuff set up, the sooner I can mix some drinks."
Denise turned her attention from him then, seeing the cases of projection equipment stacked on the carpet. His apartment faced the rear garden of the complex, and was an efficient and attractive one bedroom flat. She was a bit surprised that Jack, as a student, could afford the obviously expensive Danish modern furniture and well-framed pictures, but she was more surprised by the man who was approaching her, his hand extended and a genial smile on his handsome features.
"Hello," he said in a mellow baritone. "You must be Denise."
"Why, yes. And you must be Frank." She shook his hand, not only relieved but sincerely pleased to meet him. Frank Trager was nothing like her image of a movie mogul, but appeared to be what he was: in his early twenties, an expensively groomed dresser, with a boyish clean face and a strong, jutting jaw line. He was perhaps an inch shorter than his younger brother, and his muscles seemed to be more fluid and compact, and his hair was clipped and styled, but richer in a deeper, more ebony black. First impressions could be deceiving, Denise cautioned herself, but he struck her as being an amiable, easy-going sort of guy, and not at all like a rapacious businessman or grasping lecher.
"Thanks for inviting me," she said, just for openers.
"I can't take the credit, unfortunately. It was all arranged beforehand, although thank you for coming." He strolled with her over to where a large screen was rolled up on its tripod stand, and began opening it up. "The mess is mine, however. Usually I'm a little more organized than this."
By this time, Jack had arranged the 16-mm projector on its cabinet table, and was behind the counter of his kitchenette preparing a pitcher of sangria. "Everybody grab a seat," he called out. "Hey, and Frank? Close the curtains, will you?"
The way the room was laid out, the seating arrangement was a foregone conclusion. There was a wide, L-shaped sectional couch facing the screen, with the projector placed at an angle where the two sections came together. The few chairs were all set in corners and to the far sides. Cindy sat down on the left-hand section, and though Denise would have felt better being beside her, she felt that it would be a mistake to try, and settled on the right-hand portion of the couch. Frank closed the curtains and as expected, chose to sit next to her. She stole a sideways glance at him as his brother came out of the kitchen with the pitcher and a tray of glasses. Frank had a good profile, she thought, so handsome and ... well, and virile.
"Take a glass and I'll pour," Jack said, making the rounds. Frank took two glasses, and when they were full, he offered one to Denise. Out of habit, she hesitated.
"Something wrong?" Frank asked. "Don't you drink?"
"Well, I... Of course I do." She was bluffing, and hoped that he couldn't tell that she was. She wondered if she might be talking herself into a bad future position. She did drink a little, but so little that anything stronger than a sip of beer gave her the woozies.
Jack grinned at her. "This is my own special recipe," he said. "It's got everything in it including peach brandy, and I'd feel right injured if you didn't give it a try."
Denise tilted her glass and a cool, refreshing liquid filled her mouth. It had been artfully prepared, and she could hardly taste the base of heady red wine, much less any peach brandy. It was more like delicious raspberry soda, she thought, unaware of what sangria would do to her, and totally ignorant of its other ingredients ...the Contreau, the regular and apricot brandies, the lemon-lime fizz to get it into her system faster ... "So let's get this show on the road," Cindy demanded with a wink and a laugh. "Enough of your bartending, Jack, I want to see this hot-shot film you dragged us over here for."
"Everybody wants to see this one," Jack retorted. He put the pitcher down near the projector, motioned for Cindy to turn off the lights, and switched on the machine. The room fell into darkness, bathed only by the silvered glare of the projected light on the still blank screen.
"What the hell's so special about it?" Cindy sniffed sarcastically as she flounced back on the couch.
"It's one of those sex films, doll!" Jack replied, and he leaned over to give her a loving nip on the ear.
The projector began whirring as film fed through it, and Denise took another long pull on her drink to conceal her agitation. Lord, it was going to be one of those porno flicks just as she'd feared! She had never seen any before, but she had heard about them at school, her friends talking and giggling about the uncensored X-rated features that played along Hollywood Boulevard in Los Angeles. She finished her drink before she knew it, and wasn't paying attention when Frank reached over and automatically refilled her glass from the nearby pitcher. Not that she needed any more of the potent sangria, for already her head was beginning to buzz from the unaccustomed quantity of alcohol she was swiftly consuming. Blinking, she peered at the screen as Jack aligned the focus, her thoughts centering on the film while the sound-track began to play the opening theme ...
The scene Denise viewed was of an idyllic country glade, sheltered by clumps of trees and thick, lush bushes. The ground was covered with spongy emerald moss, and a faint trickling of a babbling brook could be heard running through the small, sunlit glade to one side. As she watched, Denise heard another soft noise, and then she saw a young woman enter the clearing close to the stream. The woman was a dusky Negress who couldn't have been any older than she was herself, and the extremely beautiful girl was almost completely naked, wearing only the sheerest of gowns. The camera panned down from her face and sides to the gentle swell of her belly, then swept down over her tawny hips to lovingly freeze at the downy apex of her thighs. There, barely hidden from total exposure, lay her silken, curly-haired pubic mound, soft and inviting to the devouring lens.
Denise shifted nervously, drinking steadily and unsure what she should do. Grin and bear it, that's all she could do! Palms moist, she continued watching the screen, the camera now focusing on the young Negress' sensual face. Her features appeared slack, her pink tongue moistening her full lips as she glanced down at herself in the gossamer sheath, and then longingly stared at the cool stream nearby. Denise could almost hear the thoughts in her head as the girl pondered whether or not to take a dip in the water. There was another moment of indecision, and then slowly she began unbuttoning her gown, dropping it to the soft moss beneath her bare feet. She seemed pleased by her daring decision, and stood proudly naked before the camera, her dark-pointed breasts jutting out high from the mild cafe-au-lait texture of her body. As relaxed as if she were truly alone in the middle of the woods, she padded to the stream and sat down on its sloping bank. She dipped a dainty foot experimentally into the clear sparkling water, spreading her long, slim thighs and exposing the pink lips of her light brown pussy as she did so.
Denise jerked slightly from the sudden and unexpected scene of genitals so blatantly displayed. As if to help pacify her, Frank pulled her close to him with a sweep of his arm around her shoulder. Unconsciously, Denise cuddled against him and before she was aware of it, he was kissing her. His lips were tender and moist, yet insistent against hers, and for an instant she yielded to his embrace before her caution took hold and she froze in alarm. She struggled limply for a panicky moment before breaking free.
"I'll sit somewhere else," she warned, and Frank could feel the tensing in her body for a battle.
"Relax," he crooned. "Don't be afraid."
Yet Denise was afraid. Afraid not so much of Frank as of herself. She was nineteen, no stranger to pawing hands and mauling lunges, and yes, she'd been aroused before on dates, and had forced herself to insist no, no you can't, no you mustn't. A virgin she might be, but ignorant of mating rites she was not. Yet this time, with this potently alive young man she hardly had met, she realized that it was different. Frank projected so much more assurance, so much more authority than any of her teenaged dates had, and she wondered if that perhaps was the answer ...that they had been boys, while Frank was a man, all man. Whatever the reason, she had never dreamed a kiss could stir her so, could excite her as greatly as his had, and she was afraid that if she weren't careful, her body would betray her as it had that afternoon. But before she could ponder her thoughts further, she was drawn back to the film ...
The Negress was turning her attention from the stream to her own naked flesh now. Denise drank thirstily, desperately trying to collect herself as she viewed the girl lie back on the moss, brilliant sunlight bathing her inviting flesh while she began to drag her long red fingernails up the sides of her thighs and waist, her face smiling with anticipation. As she teased small circles around one of her uptilted breasts, she languidly opened and closed her legs, digging her heels into the thick carpet of green beneath her, a gleaming flicker of rising passion apparent in her raven eyes.
Denise tensed in disbelieving shock as she watched the girl gently insert a middle finger into the glistening pink valley between her widespread buttocks. She began to stroke her vaginal crevice and bud-like clitoris, her sensuous motions gradually increasing as her probing fingers worked themselves deeper inside her contracting cunt. Her legs jack-knifed back, knees against her breasts, and her rounded buttocks rose and fell in rhythm to her fingers as a moaning sigh of pleasure purred from her gaping mouth. The sight of her masturbating made Denise wince with embarrassment, tormentedly recalling her own self-abuse with Cindy and her same wanton disregard for common decency. She blushed slightly as shame flicked through her conscience, grateful for the covering mask of the room's darkness. The portrayal looked so true to life, that even through the intoxicating haze of sangria, Denise could feel her own pulse beat faster in empathetic response.
Frank drew her tightly to him again, letting his hand dangle over her shoulder, almost brushing against her nearest breast. She didn't fight his fresh embrace, even though she felt uneasy and apprehensive about allowing herself to be placed in a sticky situation. What if he tried to make love to her? No, now she was jumping to hysterical conclusions, just like she'd promised Cindy she wouldn't. After all, nothing really naughty would occur with Cindy and Jack in the same room. Then she heard mingling gasps of excitement coming from the other section of couch, and curious and in need of reassurance, she turned her head to see what was happening.
She was not surprised to find that Cindy and Jack were avidly viewing the film, but she was shocked breathless as she made out in the dim light what they were doing! Jack had his hand deep inside Cindy's half-open dress, his fingers eagerly massaging her braless breasts! Denise averted her eyes, only to catch sight lower down, where his other hand had lifted the dress above the tops of her slightly spread thighs, exposing the smooth flesh of the girl's inner thighs!
God! If things got any worse, then pledge or no pledge, she would have to make a scene before they degenerated into some kind of obscene orgy! But the corrupting perversion in which she had participated that afternoon had turned Denise into a loose bundle of raw nerve ends, incapable of reacting the way she knew she should. She found herself gripped with an awe-struck immobility by the lewdness surrounding her and the pornographic film unreeling before her widened eyes.
Worse, Denise began to sense that her own flesh was beginning to involuntarily respond not only to the masturbating girl on the screen, but to the passionate embrace on the couch across from her. Desperately, she pressed her thighs together to stifle the unwanted tingle that had started in the pit of her belly and was worming downward into the sensitive crevice between her thighs. The lurid actions of the naked Negress and the blatant sensuality of Cindy and Jack were creating tiny flames of desire in her blood despite her fervent denials. She could feel licking pinpricks of carnal fire searing through her breasts, hardening her tender nipples into chip-like cones against the thin fabric of her brassiere, and she could feel the heat of her breath rushing from her flared nostrils as she became increasingly stimulated.
And then Frank Trager kissed her again, this time with a hard intensity which mashed his mouth firmly down upon hers. She mewled under the pressure of his wetly grinding lips, but fell limply against him, savoring his rough oral caress and darting tongue which wormed hotly into her mouth. She ground her clenching buttocks down against the cushions, her pelvis trembling with growing urgency. The sensual movements caused her tightly stretched panties to dig into her moistening cuntal slit, exciting the nubbin of her sensitive clitoris.
Clutching Denise in an iron grip, Frank brazenly moved his hands in greater freedom, guiding his fingers up until they caressed her firmly trembling breasts. She clenched her loins tightly together in a futile effort to contain the small teaser of indecent sensation which his massaging fingers were creating, feeling his cupping, squeezing hands all the way down into the aching valley between her thighs.
"No ... No, Frank, no please ..." Denise murmured through his kisses, trying to stop him by moving away. Her white summery skirt had hiked up over her hips, exposing her bare upper legs and the thin nylon vee of her panties. She attempted to pull her skirt back down to a more modest length, hoping that in the dim light, Cindy and Jack couldn't see what Frank was doing to her. But eyeing them to make sure she was still safe, she sucked in her breath, more astonished than ever!
Cindy Halpern was sprawled out on the other section of the couch now, with both of her legs spread wide apart and her dress up over her succulent loins. Jack's hand was inside her panties, cupping her pubic mound and stroking his fingers deeply into her vaginal crevice. Unaware or uncaring that she was blatantly displayed, Cindy was grinding her lush buttocks in rhythm to the fingers rummaging in her eagerly splaying cunt.
Denise shivered at the outline of Jack's hand sliding faster and deeper inside her best friend's pussy, realizing belatedly that they would not be a restraining force on Frank's own demands. The other couple would have the exact opposite influence, goading them both on to rutting promiscuity.
But before she could muster her wavering defenses, a loud horrified cry from the sound track brought Denise's addled thoughts snapping back to the film. Her startled gaze fastened on the lewd but exciting film as she heard the Negress scream again, and saw her hand freeze with terror against the tight pink opening of her cunt. Suddenly a brash male laugh bellowed out, and an absolute brute of a woodsman swaggered into camera range. He was monstrously fat, dressed like a lumberjack in boots, grubby jeans, and a tattered checked shirt open at the chest and showing tufts of wiry hair. His face was scarred and swarthy, and sported a grimy stained beard, and in one beefy hand he clutched a two-bladed axe whose razor-sharp edges winked menacingly in the sunlight.
"Heh, and what have we here?" he snickered in his gravelly voice. "A little bit of prime bush that needs trimming."
"No! No!" the Negress whimpered. "I won't let you!"
"Oh, you won't heh?" the villianous lumberjack snarled, and to emphasize his point, he slashed the axe deeply into the closest tree trunk, almost hewing it in half. Then laughing again, he began taking off his clothes, all the while leering with callous lust down at the nakedly trembling girl. She moved to lower her legs and protect her tender loins, but the man growled viciously in warning, and she stopped rigid in her masturbatory position, her thighs spread and her knees still drawn up by her breasts. She was obviously scared stiff as the ugly giant growled menacingly over her, dropping his pants and unlacing his boots with swift, single-minded determination.
Denise had jerked when the lumberjack had entered the clearing. Her nerves were already on edge, and when he'd tossed his axe, the savage blow almost frightened her out of her wits. She was on dangerous ground and drunkenly knew it, but still she was unable to break away, the evil fascination of the impending ravishment holding her spellbound. She squirmed downward again, the couch cushion forcing the sweat band of her panties deeper up into the pulsating split of her loins. She felt the throbbing arousal of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip in her effort to cease the unwanted sensations that were creeping through her nerve-tingling flesh. Lord, this was awful, just awful... !
Shamefully mesmerized, Denise stared at the screen while the lumberjack finished undressing and approached the terror-stricken girl. His ponderous beer belly jiggled obscenely, and his thick tree-stump sized legs were almost as hairy as his bearded face, but the part of his anatomy which absorbed Denise's horrified attention was between his blubbery thighs. She had never seen any male nude before, man or boy, except for a few tiny babies she'd changed while babysitting. All they had were little worms which wouldn't grow hard no matter how she secretly diddled them. And occasionally on dates she had experienced the feel of a hardening projection sliding against her belly as a boy would hold her tightly and grow aroused. But now for the first time in her life she was seeing a fully erected, mature penis! Denise gaped at its gargantuan length, certain that the man was built abnormally huge and had been chosen for the film especially for that reason, for as he paused above the cowering Negress, she was positive that no mortal woman could take all of it inside her.
Still chortling with brutal desire, the man knelt between the girl's wide-angled thighs and leaned forward to sniff her defenselessly exposed vagina. The trembling girl moaned in terror as his bearded face suddenly made contact with her fear-clenched crevice. She tried to squirm away, but he raised his head and cursed her to be still, and then dipped once again to begin tonguing her pink-lipped crotch. He lapped greedily up and down the full length between her buttocks, from the puckered rosette of her anus up over the fluted edges of her cunt to the sensitive bud of her clitoris, his slobbery lips and dancing tongue spreading through the puffy wet swelling like a knife through soft brown butter. Relentlessly he laved her, pausing sporadically to curl his tongue deep into her moistly throbbing vaginal hole ... causing the Negress to jerk spasmodically.
The salacious sights and sounds were hypnotizing, and Denise found they were affecting her even more erotically than before. The notion of a man kissing her private genitals was so perverted that she shuddered with abhorrence, yet she could almost feel the warm delicious sensation of a tongue persistently pressing up inside the sensitive walls of her pussy, her thighs beginning to quiver with a strange yearning. She could see the horrid man's tongue clearly as he worked slavishly at the girl's lubricious valley, and she could see the contortions on her face as she was forced to accept and enjoy his wicked ministrations. And watching, hearing, Denise shivered from the immoral scene which was causing such temptations in her mind, almost sobbing when she saw the dark-hued girl finally capitulate to her tormentor.
The Negress raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above her nakedly squirming body, then dropped them down to grasp the nuzzling man by his hair. With a deep animalistic groan, she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his face forward into her saliva-wettened cunt. Wild incoherent shrieks streamed from the loudspeaker as she pleaded and encouraged him to mercilessly assail her sensitive pussy. He assaulted her like the savage brute he was, the beastial lust of the forest driving him on.
Eyes glued to the screen, Denise sensed Frank Trager become increasingly restless, and then felt him impetuously glide his hand beneath her frail blouse, sneaking up under one cup of her brassiere to fondle her helplessly quivering left breast. A jolt of shock compounded with illicit arousal spiraled through her ragged nerves as he mauled the firmness of her sensitive mound, trapping the tiny nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His hand caressed her hardening breast until passionate reverberations palpitated through her entire body, and frantically she tried pulling his fingers away, her own hand clamping his above her blouse ...and then staying there, refusing to obey her mind's commands, merely lying limp and useless over his kneading fingers.
With a tremulous sigh of capitulation, Denise slumped against his chest, her flesh trembling expectantly for fuller and more intimate touches. Dimly hearing another series of loud, gasping cries in the room, she glanced toward the other sectional and gasped choking in recoil. Jack was probing ever more furiously between his girlfriend's slack thighs, Cindy appearing glaze-eyed with rapture as she undulated her pelvis up against his rapidly skewering fingers. Her flimsy dress was pulled all the way up and bunched around her neck and shoulders, exposing her braless breasts with their hard erect nipples. Her thin panties were stretched to the ripping point down around her ankles, and she was twitching and kicking at them in her delirious effort to shake them off, her own anxious hands dipping along Jack's tight blue jeans, running frantically over the bulging front of his crotch.
Denise bit harder on her lower lip to stifle a groan of building frustration, her forehead dotted with perspiration. Another trickle began forming in the valley between her nubile breasts, and Frank used his hand to wipe the bead of sweat away before slipping up the tight brassiere and freeing her swollen flesh. His fingers taunted and squeezed her resilient mounds until she gasped with exquisite pleasure-pain, and shuddering, she let the half-empty glass drop from her nerveless grip. The sangria soaked into the carpet but went ignored, Denise moaning and writhing feebly in Frank's embrace, her eyes straying with perverse curiosity back to the screen.
She glimpsed the lumberjack as he lifted his head from the pleading Negress' loins. He grinned fiendishly down at her, fondling his hardened penis to an even greater erection and gesturing for her to stretch out fully supine. The girl complied in servile defeat, lowering her legs wide on either side of his crouching body, her reluctance crushed by the maddening tongue which had conquered her vagina to a steamy readiness. Tormentedly, Denise feared that her own resistance might similarly fail, jolting fitfully as she realized that Frank was now weaseling his other hand up underneath the hem of her rumpled skirt. He was almost to the crotch of her panties before she found the strength to react, and grasping his wrist tightly, she attempted to keep him from fondling the bare flesh of her inner thighs.
But the lust-driven man eased higher by sheer force, and soon was caressing the thinly clad mound of her tensing loins. The wretched thought surged through her that Frank would try to remove her panties and touch her there between her tightly pressed thighs, just as his younger brother was fingering Cindy's eager pussy. In spite of her drunken excitement, Denise knew she somehow had to call an immediate halt ...now ...before her body succumbed to the lewd temptation.
"No ... I mean it, stop ..." she panted, her words lost as he kissed her wetly, grinding his mouth down suddenly on hers.
"Why not, Denise?" he then crooned softly in her ear. "Why not, just like they're doing in my movie?"
His hot-breathed passion transmitting to her, Denise jerked her thoughts timerously back to the film. The camera was centered on the young Negress' moist pussy, wetly gleaming and flushed rosy as it seemed to gnaw at the air before the man's throbbing penis made contact. Slowly, slowly, the lumberjack drove his rigid thickness into her slippery passage, the lens zooming in for a close-up of-his shaft disappearing inch by inch into her nakedly splayed vagina. The girl wailed and winced from the pain of his inhumanly large girth invading her excruciatingly widened crevice, yet despite her apparent agony, her dilated pussy seemed to pull more of him inside with a suicidal need of its own, until at last, his gourd-sized scrotum smacked harshly against her spasming buttocks. Without pausing to allow her pain-seared loins to become the slightest bit accustomed to his blunt-headed intrusion, the sadistic rapist commenced a tempestuous fucking, his hard erection riding in and out of her tight, elastic cunt with longer and faster strokes.
Denice was leaning forward now, her mind rebelling at the cruel spectacle of the brutish man bucking frenziedly into the pitifully moaning Negress. And yet to her mortification, she could also feel the pulsing hunger inside her belly spread like a wind-whipped prairie fire through her passion-swollen breasts and secretion flowing vagina.
"Frank ... Ohhhh, Frank ..." she sighed as his roving hand palmed the damp inner triangle of her panties. His outstretched middle finger snaked beneath her leg band, reaching the spot no one except herself had ever touched before, and then he was gently stroking the moist, hair-fringed lips of her pussy. Denise spasmed from the delightful sensations, involuntarily arching her bottom and undulating her hips so he could move his hand more freely inside her panties. Soon he was teasing the sensitive folds of her vaginal entrance, parting her tender flesh carefully until he could make sensuous contact with her throbbing clitoris. Her mind screamed with pleasure, and moaning submissively, she wrapped her arms across his neck, trailing warm kisses across his lust-contorted face. There was an odd sensation of weightlessness as Frank moved, and then Denise's liquored mind caught on to what he wanted of her. Even as she was telling herself not to, she was raising her trembling buttocks off the couch, allowing the handsome film producer to slowly roll her wetly stained panties down .. down her quivering thighs and legs ... down off her feet. He tossed them beside her discarded sandals and embraced her again, caressing her defenselessly exposed vagina.
But glancing at her panties lying on the floor like a crumpled white flag of surrender, Denise felt a stab of shamefilled horror pierce her empassioned stupor, and she made one last effort to repel his advances.
"I won't!" she gasped, whimpering. "I can't, I beg you-"
"You'll really be begging," Frank smirked knowingly. "But it won't be to stop, Denise ...but for more fucking!"
"Never! Don't say such awful things! I thought you were a gentleman," she wailed, tears of fear and shame flowing from her eyes. "I'm not that kind of girl you can treat badly!"
"All girls are that kind ...if they're honest with themselves." Suavely, soothingly, he spoke as if earnestly concerned in her welfare. "You want me, you know deep down in your soul you want me. Just like Cindy wants my brother ..."
"Never, never, never," the distraught blonde coed babbled, her attention drawn to the other couple as Frank referred to them. Her fervent denials sounded increasingly hollow and meaningless as she gaped at them, and she blinded her desire and drink-fogged eyes to assure herself she was merely hallucinating.
But she was not. Jack and Cindy were entirely nude, their clothing strewn helter-skelter around them. Cindy was lying on her back with one curvaceous leg crooked across the back of the couch, and the other one dangling over the front of the cushion. Jack was raised above her, kneeling in front of her face with his knees straddling her head on either side and his buttocks mashed against her breasts. His long rigid penis stood out in the peripheral light of the projector like a massive rod of steel. He had one hand firmly around its shaft, rubbing its blunt purplish crown insistently against her moistly parting lips. Denise saw Cindy's face come eagerly forward as he thrust his hips at her, and his bulbous cockhead slid deeply within the confines of her hollowing mouth. He tangled his ringers in her brunette hair as she began a gentle sucking action, her tightly ovalling lips clinging to his spearing penis each time he withdrew and plunged in again. She watched transfixed as Cindy reached between his pumping thighs and fondled the dangling sac of his testicles in her palms, stroking them lovingly as she sucked voraciously on his rhythmically sawing cock. In the room's soft glow, his erection appeared to Denise like a wetly reflecting battering-ram pounding methodically in and out of the girl's hungrily nibbling mouth, and as appalled as she felt by the idea of sucking cock, she could almost taste its piquant flavor filling her own spontaneously salivating mouth. Nervously she licked her lips, feeling the secretions of her own cunt increasingly flow between her thighs and wet Frank's insistently teasing hand.
Oh Lord, this was despicable, allowing herself to submit like this ...and worse, to enjoy it! Yet Denise continued to watch the pornographic movie and the obscene perversions on the couch with wide-eyed wonder, squirming reactively as she felt Frank Trager creep deeper, taunting her excitedly throbbing vagina with experienced, talented fingering. As he caressed her loins more firmly, indecision arose in Denise as to what she should do. She had told him no, never ... but if she could ever find the willpower to break away from his grip, the struggle would certainly disrupt Cindy and Jack. Considering what they were up to, that would cause the very havoc she'd promised to avoid! There was no more she could do without creating ruinous, beligerent chaos, so Denise resigned herself almost with relief to Frank's sneaky kneading of her naked loins, hopefully trusting that he would surely not go further.
But Frank's hand grew bolder between her bare thighs as he sensed her weakening resolve to fight his probing fingers. Slowly he wormed into the moistly warm channel of her vagina, and she twisted against it as flooding waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her remaining senses. Her entire body shivered as she was born flat to the couch under his muscular weight, his other hand returning to squeeze and massage the fleshy swell of her jutting breasts. His mouth pressed tightly upon hers again, and the haplessly aroused blonde virgin absorbed his seeking tongue into the wetness of her mouth, unable to contain her raging emotions while she writhed impaled on his fingers. Suddenly she heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper, and then Frank was out of his pants and shorts. She heard him breathing harshly at the sight of his own nakedness, and for the first time in her life she felt a bare male erection pulsing hotly against the smooth flesh of her hip. His fingers continued to assail her tingling cuntal passage, thrusting deeper and deeper even as she was grinding her naked buttocks into the cushion in her effort to avoid his determined onslaught.
Frank leaned forward and kissed her ear, whispering salaciously: "Get up on your knees, Denise. I'll fuck you from behind."
"Oh! Oh God, no! I won't! I can't!"
"Ah, but you can ... and you will!" Denise groaned in ambivalent torment, unable to stop the rocking of her vagina against his hand. Her face was turned sideways on the couch, her sex-spooked eyes focusing on the screen as the Negress crooned in rapture from the brutal screwing the lumberjack was giving her. With each second she watched the ravishment, the burning sensation bubbling in her loins grew more intense. And then she heard Frank whisper in shrewd suggestiveness: "If you roll over and get up on your knees, we can fuck and watch my movie at the same time. I want to, and you want to, I can tell. So let's do it... I'll help you ..."
His lewd words only excited her more, and mewling in abject surrender, Denise allowed the lusting man to arrange her on her stomach and then raise her by the waist to a kneeling position on her haunches. Her muscles were like rubber and she almost toppled off the couch, coming to rest on her elbows with her buttocks waving in the air behind her in obscene supplication.
She shuddered as she felt the man lift her skirt above her hips and bunch it around her waist, a hot, fetid rush of warm air flowing over her backside- making her flush with shame. Her entire rear end was exposed to him, wavering back in lewd invitation to any humiliation he might want to inflict. A last thought of defiance flickered remotely in her mind as Frank slipped to his knees behind her whitely straining buttocks. But then there was no more time for further thoughts as she felt the swollen head of his penis push against the eager cuntal slit up between her widespread thighs. Denise's buttocks involuntarily cringed, drawing away from the heatedly pulsating erection pushing against her from behind. She felt his strong hands grip her by the hips, his fingers digging into her tender flesh as he butted and poked in his effort to bury his pulsing thick hardness inside her defenseless pussy. His swollen cockhead kept missing her tight, virgin entrance, slipping upward to find her tiny anus and attempting to enter her there by mistake. With a cry, Denise tensed and evaded his up-thrusting prod in fright, but Frank returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success.
"Reach back," he panted. "Put my prick in, Denise!"
"Oh, no, no, not that too!" she whimpered, praying she could escape this one final humiliation. To helpfully aim the weapon which would despoil and debauch her, would be the utter end of her pretenses. There could be no rationalizing the consequences, no avoiding the guilt and self- loathing she knew she would experience later when sane and sober. Her pride, her self-respect was already shattered. She couldn't let her seducer enjoy her willing cooperation, too!
"Put it in, I tell you!" Frank commanded again, sinking his fingers tighter into her flesh in his frustration.
"Ohhhh, Ahhhhhh," Denise sobbed as she felt the flesh of her thighs being squeezed into painful balls. In agony and desperation, she reached one hand back between her legs and closed it around his hot throbbing shaft. Oh Lord, it felt more enormous than the lumberjack's penis had looked, and far larger than anything her innocent cunt could accept! Why, he'd split her in half if he impaled her belly with that brute!
Frank squeezed again, this time bringing a louder moan of pain from her tortured lips. Tearfully, Denise guided his bludgeoning cock into the swollen pink lips of her pussy, inserting its crown at the very door of her virginal orifice and spreading her legs wider to allow him room to penetrate.
Frank impatiently shoved forward into her.
Denise felt the lips around her tight vagina yielding to his impetuous flexing. The elastic membrane of her hymen ...of her sacred purity ... resisted his first eager intrusion. Frank shoved again, driving harder at the entry to her womb. The hymen suddenly tore loose, giving way before his cruel pressuring with a sharp pain that forced a low groan of anguish from within her chest. Warm blood rivuleted from the wound and trickled down her inner thighs, pooling around her knees and soaking the cushion beneath her with the stain of her defeat.
Frank's long, virile penis surged up into her painfully cringing passage like an express train, ramming forward unhindered until his testicles slapped against her uptilted crevice and his lust-inflated penis was sunk to its hilt. The intensive force of his pelvis crushing hard against her aching buttocks pushing her face callously down against the couch, strangling her wail of anguish into a muffled, teeth-clenching whine. She felt as if her vagina was burning on fire, and writhing and twisting her stretched thighs, Denise attempted to escape his remorseless impalement. But her efforts were in vain, Frank having skewered her solidly on the fulsome shaft of his rock-hard erection. Her degradation was now complete, she miserably realized, for she had aided in her own destruction and could never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and decent, and she could never face the world again with the innocence and respectability she had held before. Feeling utterly demoralized, Denise moaned against the humiliating pain, her lips opening and closing in sensation and torment.
Through the daze of her shameful agony, the young blonde coed glanced across at the pornographic movie again, her blurred eyes locking on the obscenely humping bodies the dark-skinned girl and the rapacious lumberjack. The Negress had gone completely wild by now and was shouting lewd encouragements to the savage man, begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his hateful cum deep up inside her sex-crazed twat. The girl seemed no longer human, but a quivering mass of lust-deranged flesh pleading to be subjugated, and she ground her wanton pelvis up against his hairy groin as if she were as much a beast of the woods as he. Denise watched with a masochistic gleam shining wierdly in her eyes, reveling in much the same manner as the Negress to the cruel ravishment which Frank was subjecting her to.
Behind her, the domineering film producer was gasping and panting with sadistic delight as he began to saw rhythmically in and out of the tightly clasping confines of her deflowered vagina. His burrowing cock pumped deeper and deeper with each rampaging thrust, its rubbery blunt head pounding against her cervix, its blood swollen shaft sliding along the sensitive walls of her passage ...
Denise began to feel even more submissive pleasure ripple through her, the fiery plunging penis seeming to meld with her flesh and become one with her. Her tongue started a wild licking of her lips, and she flexed her cuntal muscles in an effort to relieve some of the pressure, but her motions only incited Frank on to greater and harsher plowings of her abused little pussy.
Gradually the pain began to ease a little as her futilely resisting cunt learned to relax and accommodate his massive invasion. As the agony continued to slowly recede, it gave way to a flame of tingling sensations which formed in her violated loins and seeped inexorably through the raw nerve ends of her flesh. Staring at the Negress greedily accepting the depraved man's thick penis, coupled by the salacious ruttings of Cindy and Jack was also causing indecent thrills to course in her flesh, and unable to stop herself, Denise began undulating her taut buttocks in lasvicious tempo to the long hard cock fucking her from behind.
"OHHHHHH! AAAHHH! Yes, Yes," she whimpered, baring her teeth. "Ahhh," she sighed, holding her breath as the buried cock pinned her over and over again, stretching her newly defiled pussy wider apart with pleasure now instead of pain.
Frank Trager could feel her beginning to respond to his seduction, and he initiated longer and faster strokes into her increasingly aroused vagina, the full throbbing shaft of his incited cock sinking again and again like a machine gun on automatic fire. Moaning and sighing, Denise rotated her hips with quickening urgency, thrusting back against him as the juices of her now eagerly desiring pussy flowed down the insides of her spreading thighs. Her nails gouged tears in the fabric of the couch, her legs splaying wider in voracious greed, as dementedly she squirmed and wriggled, turning her head to one side so she could pruriently watch Cindy sucking Jack to his climax. Forgotten was the shame of bending like a slave while Frank screwed her innocent cunt; forgotten were her hopes, her dreams, her vows of purity ...all that mattered now was the perverted lust billowing through her blood and bones. She wanted to be fucked like this, brazenly performing in the midst of a carnal orgy; she wanted to be subjected like this, coerced into accepting every lewd and despicable perversion that could be demanded of her nakedly exposed body.
"Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me hard. AHHHHH! OOOHHHH!" she begged rapturously back at Frank. "I like it, I like it, oooohhhh AHHHH, cum, cum, cum in my cunt..."
Through passion-misty eyes, she saw Jack pummel Cindy's tightly gripping mouth. "Get set, sweetass!" she heard him grunt, groaning inwardly as he jerked his cock free from his girl-friend's sucking lips and held its rigid shaft about two inches away from her face. With an expiring sigh, the boy began spewing hot, fresh sperm from the bulging head of his penis directly into the young brunette's open mouth. The thin, quick spurts streamed from his ejaculating erection like milk from a cow udder, filling her gaping mouth to the brim. Cindy swallowed hungrily, trying not to lose a drop of the potent cum as her Adams-apple bobbed up and down rapidly in an effort to keep pace with the lewdly shooting semen.
Denise shivered at the obscene portrait of Cindy's self-inflicted debasement, as the boy's hardened penis throbbed out its last remaining spurts of seed, and thin strings of sticky fluid ran down from the tip of his cock to her glistening lips like a lurid spider web of sexual connection.
Abruptly Denise switched her attention back to the movie, as another loud outcry blared from the speaker. The Negress was heaving maniacally on the mossy ground, experiencing her own beginning throes of orgasm, The gross lumberjack's tongue hung from his jowly mouth as he fucked into her dark-hued pussy. She screamed suddenly and screwed her thighs wildly up against him, just as he slid his huge erection from her cunt and pressed it along the length of her vaginal lips. Nestled in her flesh, hair-fringed valley, his bloated penis began spitting out its sperm in a milky fountain which inundated the young girl's smoothly contracting loins. Denise watched in fascination as his thick white liquid oozed around her tightly squeezing crevice, and coagulating trails of cum ran down the dusky columns of her inner thighs. Her quivering belly glistened from sweat and secretion, as in her own orgiastic upheaval, the Negress swirled her hand around in the puddling semen, massaging it in her soaked pubic hair and pink vaginal flesh. The lumberjack's rapidly deflating cock slipped from between her legs as he hunkered above her, grinning in obvious appreciation. In a last act of depravity, he dropped his head to her wide-splayed vagina and licked at the creamy seed she'd spread over her pubic mound. He washed her tawny flesh until there was no more of his cum left, and then he lay down contentedly between her thighs, his bearded face gently nuzzling into the soft cuntal folds of her ravished loins___
"Oh- Oh, Frank!" Denise gasped. "I... I'm there!" she blurted in her frenzy, her passion stimulated to a crescendo by the visions of climactic abandonment around her. With a last deep-throated cry, her body began to quake uncontrollably, torrents of secretion gushing from her pulsating vagina and immersing Frank's spearing cock as he too reached his frantic release.
Denise felt a new sweet pain in her pussy as the head of his cock suddenly flared to a greater size and began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot liquid soaring into her belly like molten lava, the very pores of her cuntal flesh opening receptively to it and oozing forth their own enraptured fluids. It was magnificent! She was going out of her mind with ecstasy! She mustn't ever let it stop!
"Fill me! Oh fill me up, OHHHH! AHHHHH, Frank!" she squealed while the seething walls of her pussy sucked ravenously at his spitting cock. She kept squeezing his burrowing shaft with the muscular walls of her cunt in her desire to milk every last drop there was out of his testicles. Despite her fervent wishes, it finally did cease after one last convulsive spurt... and then Frank fell back away from her with a satisfied sigh, his penis sliding from her mauled vagina with a sluicing sound that echoed lewdly throughout the room. Her heated loins continued to pulsate of their own accord for several moments, and it was only then that Denise realized the film had finally run through the projector. The screen was only a bright white square, while the film on the take-up reel flopped loosely as it spun around, beating a rhythm that matched her own pounding heart.
Frank stirred languidly from the couch to switch off the projector, yawning and stretching his limbs like a jungle lion relaxing after a kill. Staring at how gracefully and casually he moved his naked body, Denise sprawled in exhausted silence, too satiated to even close her legs together. But though her body lay drained of energy, her mind was slowly returning to sober reality. Well, it was over. She had nurtured a dream of honeymoon privacy with a devoted husband ... That dream had been shattered tonight, denying her the honeymoon, the privacy, and the loving husband. The dream hadn't exactly turned into a nightmare, but it certainly hadn't left her with a sense of contended well-being.
Frank turned on a table lamp to replace the light from the projector, and watching him by the dim, diffusive glow, Denise thought wryly: There stalks my seducer. And yet she had to admit she couldn't feel the remorse and loathing she knew she should ... and this frightened her more than all else. For her gathering cloud of shame was not because she had lost her virginity to him, but that she didn't seem to mind having traded it for a few crazed minutes of sheer physical lust. And she had the humiliating premonition that even in the light of tomorrow, she wouldn't truly be sorry.
Frank came back to the couch, and she twisted around on the cushion to make room for him to sit beside her. She rose on one elbow, her legs stretching at different angles so that unwittingly she widened her thighs and displayed the open crevice of her inflamed vagina. Glancing down, she figured that perhaps her sensitive pussy hole was slightly larger than before, and as she studied the trickle of sticky semen which oozed out between her red-swollen cuntal lips, she thought: Frank's virile cum is still lying deep in my belly. And in a flash of insight, she realized this wouldn't be the only time... that if he wished, she would let Frank take her again and again. She averted her eyes from her betraying flesh, huddling in morose confusion for a long moment.
Frank, now subdued from sexual frenzy, patted her flanks with affectionate satisfaction. "Well, Denise, I guess we shot one cherry all to hell. But don't worry, there're others."
She didn't understand what he meant, and her face showed it. He grinned, chuckling. "There's your cute little mouth, for instance. I bet once you get the hang of it, you could suck the chrome off a doorknob."
Trepidation rippled through Denise, appalled by his vulgar threat to fill her mouth with his bloated erection until he spewed cascades of sperm down her choking throat. But she forced a smile on her trembling lips, knowing that sooner or later he would wreak his will on her, just as he'd done during the movie. Then surprising herself, she audaciously reached over and fondled his limp penis in her fingers. "Does that mean I pleased you, Frank?" she asked, pouting impishly.
"For a beginner, you were okay," he replied in a nonchalant manner. No use swelling her head, he thought; she might get conceited ideas. "Maybe, if you strive hard to learn right, you can have the job of keeping my balls empty."
"You mean ... I'm your girl?"
He shrugged. "As much as any girl is."
Denise ran her fingers through his hair, curling tenderly against his chest as a sign of aquiescence.
Near her, she could hear the writhings and moanings of Cindy and Jack making love on the other shadowed couch. Dimly she could perceive her best friend now kneeling over the naked loins of Frank's younger brother, Cindy's position changed to where she was letting Jack fuck her upwards, his penis stroking her lathered cunt as she splayed her hunching thighs above him. Kneeling over him, her face was buried in the crook of his neck, her voluptuous young body a curving bundle of jerking nerves. As she watched with overt intrigue, Denise felt her own nubile flesh begin to react with warming tendrils of rekindled desire.
"Frank ... ?" she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Are you planning to take me home now?"
His laugh was of tolerant amusement at her naive question. "Hell, no. The night's still young, and the party's just started."
"I... I'm glad," Denise admitted, sidling closer and undulating against him, feeling her erotic tingles igniting into tiny licking flames of passion. "But I... I need a rest," she added hesitantly, afraid of irritating her new-found lover, but knowing she was not ready yet, intuiting the limits of her inexperienced body. "I... that is, it's my first time and I'm not used to it. I hurt a little. Please, let's just watch them for awhile. I think it's exciting, don't you?"
"Sure, Denise," he said magnanimously. "That's the philosophy behind my pictures, yToiow: There's nothing like the sight of a hot fuck to stir the blood."
But it wasn't just because of Denise that Frank was being kind. He needed a break as well before he could grow another hard-on tonight. She'd milked him with an insatiable lust which the more experienced bitches he knew had long forgotten, even though she wasn't half as skilled. But she would be soon, he gloated; she had that natural talent for sex which only took a little direction and discipline to make her into the finest porn star in the industry. Yeah ... And he had just the trick to start her performing before a camera and crew. In a few days, she'd be willing and eager to fuck anybody in front of everybody, and he'd get the credit as well as the profits for having "discovered" a popular new skin-flick kitten ...
Frank sat back, smiling to himself while he caressed the breasts and thighs of the girl beside him. Yeah ... It'd only take a day or so ... and in a little while or so, he would get around to putting the first part of his plan into action ... But in the meantime, his balls would be gorging with renewed sperm, and his cock would enervate into revitalized life. And before, during, and after he had guided Denise into an X-rated career for Straight Arrow Productions, he was going to fuck her inside-out and six ways from Sunday, so that she would always be aware that her money-making pussy was under his control, and that she had to devote herself completely to obeying his every whim ...
Chapter 3
Sunday morning arrived all too soon.
Denise Landers rolled over in bed, thrashing free of her stilling covers and shading her eyes from the incoming sunlight, trying groggily to sort out her ambivalent confusion.
Physically she felt all right. Her head throbbed and her mouth felt stuffed with cotton, but a hangover was to be expected considering the amount of sangria she'd consumed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she blearily surveyed her naked body on the sheet, letting one finger tentatively explore her rounded breasts and flat stomach and the golden silk of her pubic mound as if to reassure herself that they were all there and in good condition. She found her breasts and loins to be sensitive to her lightest touch, but in a pleasantly satisfied manner as though her flesh felt fulfilled in being so raw and sore. Not, she thought wryly, that she ached as contentedly as Cindy certainly would this morning; Cindy was used to having guys hump her ragged, her abandoned coupling with Jack last night an outrageous example of endurance.
Mentally, Denise was less than all right, her emotions enmeshed in guilt. She kept dwelling on how she had succumbed to temptation and willingly joined in the voyeuristic display, a wanton partner loving to watch and be watched as Frank Trager fucked her time and again, relishing the orgy even more when all the lights were switched on and everybody was in brilliant view.
God, how could she lie here now and even admit she had enjoyed it? But she had! She had adored parading bare naked; had adored writhing insanely with Frank's turgid cock mauling her fully exposed vagina; had adored the encouragement of Qndy and Jack as they applauded her performance ... And the fact that she had reveled in her exhibitionism bothered her far more than the smaller amounts of remorse her upbringing still made her feel. Yes, I liked it... and oh Lord, I want to do it again ... Abjectly, tears welled in her eyes, flowing down her cheeks in tiny waterfalls of self-incrimination. She must be sick; her mind must have snapped for her to feel no true shame for her behavior. Her body had not only failed her, but was goading her into yearning for yet more debauchery ...
But it was no good to continue like this. She couldn't hide in bed for the rest of her life. Slowly, brushing away the tears with a trembling hand, Denise rose and began to dress. Heaped in one corner were the soiled remnants of her last night's clothes, humiliating reminders of her downfall and unregenerate degradation. She averted her moist, puffy eyes from them, a shiver of apprehension rippling through her as she slipped on fresh panties and bra, and put on a pullover blouse and stretch pants. Those other clothes had once been as clean and unsullied as the ones she now wore, and look what had happened to them... If Frank demanded to see her today, would the clothes she had on wind up as equally ruined ... ?
Morosely, she left her room and went downstairs to the kitchen, reluctant to face her mother but knowing it was unavoidable. She walked across to the table and took a seat, trying her best to act casual and normal, and praying that her mother wouldn't catch on that something was wrong and start harping at her. She wasn't sure she could take it right now.
"Morning, Mom. Has Cindy come down yet?"
"She has. She's in the bathroom."
Her back to her daughter, Mrs. Landers stood at the stove and stirred the contents of a pot. She reached for a dish in the nearby cupboard and spooned oatmeal cereal into it from the pot, then turned and brought it over to Denise, centering it on the place setting she'd already arranged.
Denise hunched in her chair and feared she would gag if she tried eating the hot cereal. Her mother studied her sickly expression, and with growing exasperation, she put her hand on her hip and said in a piqued voice: "Very well, young lady, you had better tell me where you were last night."
Denise looked up at her mother. Their general features were similar, but years of bitterness had cut lines into Mrs. Lander's face, while her religious bigotry had seemingly pinched her nose and pursed her lips. Her graying hair was pulled back in a tight bun, and despite the heat, she wore a voluminous dress which mercifully concealed her figure from neck to ankle. Her expression at the moment was alum sour.
"Well?" she demanded.
"I told you yesterday, Mom. I was out with Cindy."
"Don't get snotty with me! I asked where, not who."
"We went over to her boy-friend's apartment."
"And where else?"
"Nowhere else. We stayed right there, honest."
"Did you indeed," Mrs. Landers said disbeliev-ingly.
She was about to add something else when Cindy entered, looking bright and chipper in a pair of shorts and a bolero top hardly the size of a respectable halter. Mrs. Landers gave a sniff, returning to the stove to dish up some oatmeal for her, setting it down before her as Cindy took her place across from Denise. "Hi," she said, as if nothing had occurred last night.
"Now, the both of you eat," Mrs. Landers directed. "I can't afford to throw away perfectly nourishing food."
"Sure, sure," Denise sighed, moving her spoon about.
Mrs. Landers glared at her. "And while we're on the subject, just when did you get in?"
"After twelve," Denise replied. She didn't want to reveal the actual time they got home, for it had been scandalously late, and her mother would be on the warpath if she knew.
"There're twelve hours after twelve. What time?"
"...One-thirty."
"liar! I was out of pills so I was awake at one-thirty."
"Oh for crying out loud, Mom, what does it matter? I'm not a baby any more, I can stay out as late as I want."
"And make me toss and turn all night with worry," her mother complained in a maudlin tone. "My little child, my sacred trust to raise in the path of righteousness, who can't spend an evening at home with her loving mother. Why, you should get down on your knees this instant, Denise, and pray for forgiveness and salvation. Remember the commandments of the Bible, my prodigal daughter, to honor they parents ..."
Mrs. Landers was interrupted by the front door bell ringing. Thank God, Denise sighed, saying: "I'll get it!" She hurriedly left the kitchen before her mother could object, dashing to the door and flinging it open with more of a sense of relief than of expectancy. Standing nervously on the porch, tugging at his belt and hunching his shoulders, Jack Trager grinned.
"Good," he said. "I was afraid I wouldn't find anyone awake yet. Can I come in?"
"Well, yeah," Denise replied, moving aside with a perplexed expression. "Cindy's in the kitchen.
But hey, ain't this kinda early for you to be out and around?"
"You're just not a-whistlin'," Jack said ruefully as they walked down the hall. "But something unusual has come up, something I gotta talk to Cindy about pronto. And you too. Youll want to hear about this too, I bet."
Denise gave him a sharp glance. Obviously he hadn't slept any more than she or Cindy had, and his eyes were bloodshot from a hangover, but his voice sounded more harried than tired. This "something" of his which had been important enough to roust him out of bed and over here also bothered her, and she wasn't sure she wished to discover what it was. It was as if with Jack's unexpected arrival, came a pervading air of fateful danger ...
"Hi, Cindy," Jack said as they entered the kitchen. "And hello, Mrs. Landers. How are you this morning?"
"Quite well, thank you." she replied tersely and looked down her nose at him, disapproving of the fact that his thin sports shirt was unbuttoned and dangling open outside his pants. "My, you must have found it rather hot outside."
"Yeah, but it's supposed to cool off later on," he said casually, as if oblivious to her cryptic comment.
"Would you like a drink?"
"No, thanks. I just came over to talk to the girls."
"I see," but her tone indicated that Mrs. Landers did not. "Late as it was, last night evidently wasn't sufficient time to discuss everything. Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink?"
"Honest, Mrs. Landers, I'm just fine."
"Or isn't Kool-aid lively enough for you?"
"Mom!" Denise protested from the doorway, and then she motioned to Cindy and Jack. "C'mon, let's go back to the porch. Here's no place to talk."
Denise and Jack returned outside, Cindy a step behind them. The porch was long and roofed, almost as large as a veranda, and in summer was one of the few shady places on the otherwise treeless, barren property. Front door firmly shut against Mrs. Lander's prying ears, the trio huddled at the porch's far corner and spoke in confidential whispers.
"Okay, Jack, so what's going on?" Denise asked.
"Yeah. Spill it," Cindy urged. "Is it about last night?"
"Right on." Jack glanced around as if checking for spies, and then explained: "Listen, Frank called me this morning, woke me up and thanked me for hosting a great party. I could've kissed him. I mean, just because he had to be awake early to deliver his damned film, is no reason to make me hafta get up too. Anyway, he said he had a great time and that his pictures turned out better than he'd expected."
"Huh, that's no big news flash," Cindy said sarcastically. "We could've told you that much. His picture turned us all on hotter'n hell, and ..."
"No, no," Jack interrupted, shaking his head. "Not his movie, that's not what he meant. He said pictures. I know I wasn't thinking too clearly, I was still half asleep, but he distinctly said pictures, plural. You know what I think? I think my good for nothing brother took photographs of us!"
A light tremor of gooseflesh ripped over Denise as she stared aghast at the boy and read the seriousness in his eyes. But Cindy broke out laughing, as if appreciating a good joke.
"I mean it!" he snapped. "And Frank also told me that if we wanted to see them, we all had to go over to his place today."
"You're putting us on, Jack." Cindy eyed him suspiciously, still trying to believe he was merely ribbing. "Frank wouldn't do something crazy like that. Why would he? To play a prank?"
"Frank isn't the kind to kid," Jack said, rubbing his forehead and frowning. "I don't know what he's up to, but I know my brother well enough to figure he's got a good reason. I say we drive there and find out what it is, and pronto!"
"But we can't!" Denise blurted, head reeling with bewilderment and anxiety. "Mom has a dozen chores lined up, and ... and she'd have an absolute fit if we left now!"
"Well, stay if you want to. But if I were you, I'd be more worried about what Frank has lined up. I don't think you'd like nudies of you passing around town, any more'n I'd like shots of me and Cindy fucking like minks made public."
Denise swallowed thickly, her throat and lungs constricting in horrified shock. Even Cindy paled at the thought of Jack's menacing idea, gasping out: "Frank wouldn't dare!"
"Frank would dare anything," Jack retorted. "That's how he got where he is, after all. But don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that's what he's got in mind. I'm saying that I don't know, and that if we don't show up and he starts thinking we don't give a damn what he does with the pictures..."
Jack left the rest of his threat unsaid, but the implication was crystal clear to both shaken girls. Denise felt her lips twist into a harsh, cynical smile as the galling truth of her choices poisoned her mouth. For in reality, she had no choice, any more than Cindy had, unless they were willing to risk the terrifying prospect of those photos being distributed.
"Let me tell Mom," she said despondently. Walking to the door, she opened it to call in to her mother, endevouring to portray an outward calm while deep inside her body was a whirlpool of knots and convulsions. "Mom? Hey, Mom? We've gotta go on an errand, okay? Well be back in a minute."
"Don't tell me you're going out, young lady!"
"Don't shout, Mom."
"Why not? You don't ever seem to hear anything I try to teach you anyway!" There was a pause, then Mrs. Landers suddenly appeared at the threshhold, thrusting the door wide and glowering at her daughter. "You won't be back in any minute," she scoffed. "You're planning to be out late again. Maybe you won't even bother to come home at all this time!"
"Is that what you want?"
"You snotty little snip! Sass your mother, will you!" Mrs. Landers lashed out and slapped Denise soundly across the cheek. "Out all night, now lying and sassing me!"
"Don't you hit me!" Denise screamed, resentment and pain forming tears in her eyes. "Don't you ever hit me again!"
"You're threatening me now!" Mrs. Lander's face gnarled with indignation. "You're threatening your own mother! Oh, the devil's found a playground in you!"
"Cut it out!" Denise wailed, totally at her limit. She pivoted on her heel and ran sobbing from the porch, down the front path to Jack's Chevrolet coupe. "Alright, then maybe I won't comeback!" she screeched out its window as she slammed the door, gratified to see that Cindy and Jack were coming right behind her. "Maybe I won't come back, Mom, just like Daddy never did, and guess what! I don't blame him!"
"Oh!" Mrs. Landers sucked in her breath, eyes bulging from the perfidity of her daughter's words. "Sinner!" she yelled as Jack started the car and pulled from the curb. "Ingrate! Good-for-nothing little trollop! May the hellfires-"
But the rest of her brimstone sermon was lost in the roar of the engine as the car shot down the street. Jack hunched over the wheel, taut-lipped, his face grim. Cindy sat angled on the rear seat so she could peer out the back window at the receding figure of Mrs. Landers shaking a fist.
Denise slouched against the door, tears still falling down her stinging cheeks, her hands clenched tight in misery.
"I hate her," she said with venom. "I hate her because she wants me to hate her."
"No, she doesn't," Jack said soothingly. He didn't want the rest of the day ruined because the girl was in a feud with her pucker-cunted old lady. "She doesn't mean it."
"The hell she doesn't. And I hate her." Denise sat in brooding silence for a long moment, while Jack drove out of her neighborhood, and then she said: "Well anyhow, I sure hope this turns out to be worth the hassle." She paused as she realized the implication of her statement, and had to giggle. "No, I sure don't, I guess I hope it turns out that Frank was lying to you, Jack, and this is nothing but a stupid stunt of his."
"I doubt that," Jack replied, sighing. "But like I say, I wish I knew more. But Frank was phoning from this film distributor's office, y'see, so he couldn't do much explaining. That's why he wanted us to all meet over at his place later."
Cindy twisted around and leaned forward, elbows on the front seat. "I just wish we knew what he wants with the photos."
"Or with us," Denise added glumly. "Say, Jack, just how did your hot-shot big brother take these great pictures?"
"How would I know? You were the one with him all the time, not me or Cindy. So suppose you tell us how he managed it."
"Well... he couldn't have," Denise said thoughtfully, trying to recall the hazy, kaleidoscopic events. "I mean, you're right, I was with him constantly, so he couldn't have done anything without me knowing it. He has to be bluffing!" -Then a clammy iciness crawled up her spine, and she lapsed silent again as some of the swirling details became more vivid.
"Oh Lord, no... No, we weren't always together!" she admitted in a hollow voice. "He'd go to the bathroom, or I'd have to go ... And a couple of times after it got real late, I remember wondering if I hadn't dozed off for a few minutes."
"Passed out is a better definition," Cindy cracked. "Leave it to you to guzzle that sangria like it was soda-pop. But that still doesn't explain how he pulled it off. He'd have to've had a camera and a flash and all that sort of junk. And how could've he developed the prints so fast?"
"A Polaroid!" Jack announced with loud inspiration. "Sure, one of those fancy SR70s that focuses and times automatically, and it wouldn't have needed a flash with its new fast film, not when the lights were all on. And the pictures would've developed on their own. Frank wouldn't have needed even to wait ...just snap, stow the print, and snap again." He slapped the palm of his hand against the steering wheel. I probably helped him carry the stuff in with the rest of his equipment!"
"Well, you've got to help us stop him now," Denise said, as the full import struck her with gathering panic. "My mom will take a knife to me if she ever finds out about this!"
"Cool down, Denise!" Cindy cautioned, gripping her by the shoulder. "We don't know if anything will happen yet, and we're going to have to keep our wits clear when we see Frank."
"Yeah. No use getting hysterical over nothing."
"Over nothing, Jack? You call this mess nothing?"
"I don't know what to call it, Denise, that's the point. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he did cook this all up for a laugh."
"Fat chance. Tell me it's my female intuition, but I feel it in my bones that Frank took a whole bunch of pictures."
"So okay, so maybe he did snap you naked and us screwing. So maybe they didn't turn out very good, or maybe he's planning to give them to us for a fun present."
"Or maybe to peddle them ... Or blackmail us ... V
"Frank's not the kind to sell them against our wishes, and what could he extort from us? He's already rich enough to buy and sell us all together five times over."
"Well, if they're of us, they've got to've turned out good!" Cindy said with flippant pride, forcing herself into a casual gaity that made her feel less nervous. "But like you said earlier, your brother doesn't do anything for the hell of it. He's after something, Jack. He wants something."
"Maybe he wants to fuck you, too!" Denise rejoined, the worse of her nightmarish fears having been calmed by Jack's reassuring words and tone.
"According to what I saw last night, that wouldn't be so terrible," Cindy laughed, and she winked in Jack's direction. "Hell, it might be sorta groovy to have some souvenirs of our mis-spent youth when we're old and gray."
"If that's as far as it goes, fine!" Jack said, beginning to laugh as well. "We'll know as soon as we get there ..."
The long drive northward through Los Angeles was hot and humid, and smoggy from the exhaust pf the freeway traffic. It was almost a relief to dip across to the coast again and feel the refreshing Seabreeze swirl in the Chevy's open windows. Jack headed out along Highway 1, past Las Tunas and Topanga Beach, to the outskirts of Malibu and a private road which cut up to a large impressive house overlooking the shoreline.
"What a wild pad," Cindy said appreciatively as they got out and walked to the front door, and despite Denise's apprehensive concern, she too had to admire the estate. The house itself was angular and rambling, some of it built of brick, some of stained lapwood, and some of it of stone, appearing to grow right out of the rocky hillside and just over the sharp incline like a modern gargoyle on the cliffs face. Well-landscaped grounds bordered it, and many thick bushes and exotic plants grew in profusion, while a plank deck almost encircled it, allowing for an uninterrupted ocean view.
Frank Trager answered after a few knocks, and ushered them inside with a hearty smile. He was wearing a pair of striped swim trunks, his lean, bronzed, hard-muscled body gleaming with suntan oil. "Sorry, I didn't hear you at first. I was out on the deck. I'm certainly pleased you decided to come, though."
"Why, Frank, we just couldn't refuse your offer," Denise said sarcastically, studying the man who had seduced her. Lord, but he was handsome! She gave an involuntary shudder, having to admit that in spite of the pictures, in spite of his trickery, she was still physically attracted to him ...to his sophisticated, graceful style, his strong rippling body, his huge penis and testicles straining the thin material of his trunks ...
Denise averted her eyes, knowing she was merely asking for greater trouble by tempting such lewd thoughts. Yet in honest appraisal, she realized that no matter what he'd done or what he wanted now, she was still not overwhelmingly sorry about what had occurred last night... and that shamefully, she still harbored desires to have his exciting cock back inside her expectantly quivering pussy, spewing out its cum.
"Anybody care for a drink?" he asked, moving toward an ornate private bar across the living room. "How about gin-and-tonics, considering how warm it is today?"
"How about explaining the pictures?" Jack demanded.
"Naturally ... after I mix the drinks." With an amiable, if mysterious smile, Frank refused to elaborate until he'd fashioned four tall, frosty glasses and handed them around. "There, now. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable while I get the photos. I think you're all in for a surprise."
Denise, Cindy, and Jack grouped around one of the coffee tables while Frank went into another room. Sipping her drink, Denise found her mind was churning more confusedly than ever. Frank had secretly, even deviously taken snapshots, there was no question about that now ... but surely his motive couldn't be wicked! She couldn't be that poor a judge of a person!
It was when Frank re-entered the living room with a manila envelope in his hand, that Denise began to feel that indeed, she could have been fooled. He was too damned handsome and masculine, his personality too blindingly magnetic ... A pang of aversion, almost repugnance, crept through her as she stared at the incriminating envelope he placed on the table before them. She knew what was to come... what the contents must inevitably show ...
"Here," he urged. "Open it and look for yourselves."
Warily, Jack leaned forward and upended the envelope, dumping out a series of photographs like a spread deck of cards.
Denise sucked in her breath, crimsoning with embarrassment. The uppermost picture was in full, crisp color, of her sluttishly sprawling on the couch with her breasts displayed and her pink-lipped vagina nakedly detailed.
"Isn't this a fine one of you, Cindy?" Frank chuckled, drawing another photo from the set and holding it up. Glancing, Denise caught sight of her girl-friend lying flat on the carpet while Jack knelt between her splayed thighs, his tongue curling wetly in the glistening lips of her pussy.
"Do I look far out!" Cindy said critically.
Indeed she did, Denise thought as she inspected the photo. For the camera had captured every nuance of Cindy's passion as she'd strained for her orgasm, her face contorted and her taut young body twisted from the exquisite effects of her crazed, raw lust. Although she'd watched it happen last night in the flesh, she would never have dreamed that seeing it depicted could arouse her against her will. Yet horribly, she realized that the picture was doing just that! She could feel a slight tingling sensation beginning between her thighs, and self-consciously, she pressed her legs together as Cindy and Jack thumbed through some more photos.
"Hey, here's a jewel," Jack suddenly exclaimed, picking out another photo and grinning broadly.
"Sonofabitch! What a sneaky shot to get," Cindy said, snatching the picture away.
Denise caught a glimpse of it and almost dropped her glass. It was a close-up of Cindy's face, her gleaming lips ovalling tightly around her boy-friend's thick erection. A ripple of excitement coursed through Denise as she pondered Cindy's dreamy expression and eagerly locking mouth. She couldn't help wondering if a hard cock could possibly taste so deljcious, and if Frank had been serious when he'd implied that he wanted her to suck him off like Cindy was doing Jack.
Guilty of her erotic thoughts, Denise took a large swallow of her drink, feeling her composure returning as the heady liquid hit her stomach. She turned incredulously to Frank and asked: "How did you just walk up and shoot without any of us knowing it?"
"Easy! You were drunk, and they were so busy, they never noticed me," Frank replied with a genial laugh. He began flipping through the explicitly graphic photos as if seeking one in particular, adding: "In fact, I'll show you how gone you were, Denise. Here, take a gander at this baby."
Fearfully, Denise reached for the photo. Even before she viewed it, she had the horrid premonition of what it would be like, and when she finally steeled herself to gaze at it, she found that her suspicions were confirmed. Wincing, she saw herself with her legs bent wide apart, and Frank levering above her as he sunk his rigid penis into her upthrusting vagina. The camera angle showed perfectly his thick shaft disappearing into her blonde-fringed cuntal lips, and the expression on her face was the most wantonly ecstatic of any in the entire collection!
"I used a remote-control shutter release to get it," Frank explained blandly, but Denise was hardly hearing him. Her attention was focused on her incredibly obscene pose, finding it affecting her in peculiar ways. Instead of absolute revulsion, she could feel a strange, featherish quivering deep between her thighs, and ashamed at the lewd notion of enjoying the sight of herself making love, she turned her head away and closed her eyes. But she could not blot out the inciting view, her own mental camera continuing to envision Frank's virile cock skewering into the soft moistness of her pussy.
"Don't get up-tight," Frank said gently, taking her hand and squeezing it. "You liked it then and you're liking it now, and that's really nothing to apologize for."
"Isn't it?" she asked, looking at him squarely. "Well, if my mom ever saw this, I wouldn't get the chance to apologize!"
"Frank wouldn't let that happen ... would you, Frank?" Cindy asked. "Hey, you better not. I've got a couple parents up in Oregon who'd have me committed, what with some of these!"
"Of course not!" Frank replied, but his voice was not overly convincing. "Sure, I've my reasons for taking the pictures, but they're not what you're thinking they are."
"So what in hell are they?" Jack demanded. "You've scared these girls silly, and I'm not exactly overjoyed, either."
"Call these a screen test," Frank said, gesturing to the pile of photos. "That's partially why, anyway."
"Whaddya mean, screen test?" Cindy yelped.
"Well, I've got this movie in production now that needs fresh but good actors in a certain segment of it. I haven't had any luck, not until last night when I saw all of you together, and I thought to myself that here was perfect casting. Of course, I couldn't be sure until I'd taken some pictures to see if you were photogenic, and most of all, to show you that you were all damn fine looking in the nude. So I did, and you are. You can see for yourselves that you are. So how about it?"
"You're nuts!" Cindy exploded. "It was all a trap!"
"It was not," Frank denied vehemently. "I always carry my Poloroid around with me, in case something pops up. How'd I know what you'd do, or what Denise even looked like, before last night? All I did was use a golden opportunity."
"And now you want to use us, is that it?" Denise snapped in anger. "You want to use us in a porn film, right?"
"You don't understand. Okay, I admit that's an easy conclusion to jump to, especially after my flick we watched, but Straight Arrow produces a lot of different types of films. The one I've in mind is on the level, a truly serious study of the psychological mind at work, and nothing dirty at all." Frank was lying through his teeth about the whole thing, but he did sound convincing. "Now, the main story line has mostly been shot already, but there's this pivotal part that's been driving me crazy. A dream sequence, all very ethreal and surrealistic, like an adagio dance seen through a pall of smoke, and it'll be done with..." He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Well, no use boring you with the technical aspects of the project, I suppose."
"Don't play coy with us now," Denise said with severity. "Lay it out for us, every little bit of it."
"As you wish. My lead character is a beautiful older woman, you see, who has lived through some bitter experiences and is now emotionally disturbed, yearning to return to her youth. Up till this point, the audience is aware that she was happy when younger, but it hadn's been told why, and this is the reason the sequence is so important. It's the very hub of the woman's psyche, and thus by extension, is crucial to the execution of the plot."
Frank was making the entire story up as he went along, but his voice remained assured and convincingly serious, as if he'd been meditating long and hard over just such a problem. "Now, I know what's worrying you," he continued as he sold his fraudulent story, "and I want to set your thoughts at ease. Yes, the sequence concerns the woman's memories of when she'd been with her one true love. But no, none of you will be recognizable. We're not dealing with reality, but with her reverie, so it'll all be filmed using special soft-focus lens that blur the image, and I want to keep it changing colors, go negative instead of positive, and use all sorts, of special effects to underscore the fact that this is a figment of her imagination."
"And nobody will be seen?" Cindy asked skeptically.
"Not as individuals, but merely as forms and textures. I swear, none of your faces or details will be identifiable." Frank turned back to Denise, his eyes limpid pools of apparent sincerity. "How about it? This'll be the artistic highpoint of the entire film, Denise, and this could lead to bigger and better things for you later. At least you should give it a trial run."
"Gee, I don't know..." The idea Frank was presenting didn't sound as onerous as she'd feared, and it was certainly superior than the smut film last night. Besides, she'd already displayed herself to others who actually knew who she was, openly fucking for the sheer physical pleasure of it, and that had to be far more unprincipled than the scene Frank was suggesting ...
The more Denise considered it, the more insidiously intriguing his offer became. It would only be between friends she'd been intimate with, so it couldn't possibly hurt to give it a try, could it? And yet, this time she would be soberly, consciously performing in public... Would she lose her nerve to follow through ... Or would she capitulate body and soul as she had before, and wind up wantonly reveling in front of the camera... ? She drank deeply from her glass, trying to quench the fever of her lurid thoughts. And reluctant to confess her growing temptation without Cindy showing a willingness as well, she hedged any final answer by saying:
"It's not only up to me, Frank. We've all got to decide as a group." She regarded her girl-friend with questioning eyes, asking her: "What do you think, Cindy, would you like to?"
The brunette coed squirmed slightly, also sheepish about committing herself first, although also more daring and forthright about admitting her interest. "If... if you really want to know," she replied with a nervous giggle, "it sounds to me like it might be a kind of fun way to spend a Sunday."
Jack broke out laughing at this. "Okay, if you two girls make up your minds to, I sure won't turn it down."
"It's back to you, Denise," Frank told her smugly.
Denise glanced down at the photographs still spread across the table. Again she felt the lewd stirrings which had roiled through her when first she'd examined them, and hesitantly she said: "Well, as long as we're not recognized ..."
"Absolutely masked, I guarantee it."
"And as long as it's not used without our permission..."
"Ill burn the negative if you tell me to."
Once more Denise paused, afraid to take the plunge. But she could feel a heated moisture flowing faster between her thighs, and she involuntarily ground her buttocks against the seat to stifle the lascivious tingle. It was in vain. Jack and Cindy were evidently agreeable, and the challenge was simply too erotic for her to resist. She took another swallow of her drink to bolster her courage, gazing up directly into Frank's amused face and declaring before she had second thoughts:
"Then very well, count me in."
"Count me in too," Cindy added, and clapped her hands. "Just think, my very first part in an honest-to-God movie!"
Jack shrugged and looked wryly at his brother. "Stage-struck," he said. "I guess that about settles it, Frank. So when and where do we film? Down at Straight Arrow Productions?"
Frank shook his head, his expression humerous. "Now is as good a time as any, unless you've got other plans. And there's no need to rig the scene at Straight Arrow; we can do it all right here, with my small studio setup in the basement."
The prurient film producer stood up, his three expectant guests getting to their feet as well and clustering around him for further instructions. "Here and now," he said with a tone of proud victory. He extended an arm toward Denise as if requesting the next dance, and in mocking politeness murmured to her: "Shall we proceed to my parlor, my dear?"
Chapter 4
Her mind still swirling from the audacity of her decision, Denise allowed Frank Trager to take her by the hand and guide her downstairs to his basement. Behind them tagged Jack and Cindy, making low giggly conversation between them as if they were excited children embarking on a picnic. Denise continually stole glances over her shoulder at them, paying particularly close attention to Jack's behavior, for she was suddenly aware of the possibility that Frank would order his younger brother to fuck her on camera instead of letting him do it to his girl-friend.
On the lower landing, Frank opened a locked door and switched on the room's light, beckoning them to enter. Inside they found themselves in a large, windowless basement that had been hollowed out of the hillside. A jungle of equipment ... cameras on dollies, booms, suspended microphones, floodlamps ...all silhouetted against the walls of thick acoustic drapes, and centered in its midst was a king-sized waterbed covered with pillows and a furry, pure white spread.
Frank turned on a bank of floodlamps that were focused on the bed, illuminating brightly the setting upon which they were to act. Then he gathered them next to it and explained, "Alright, this is your stage. Denise, you will be the dream image, the delusion the woman has of herself. In the first part of the sequence, she's imagining the time she took her one true love away from his previous lover. She's ashamed of her actions, but is helpless to stop in the rage of her desire for him. Do you understand?"
"I know the feeling well," Denise answered sardonically, remembering her own driven urges the night before.
"Good. Now you, Jack, play her lover. You are equally smitten with her, and sensing she's torn by her conflicting emotions, you must pursue and win her. You're not to brutally force your will on her, nor is she to blatantly seduce you. It's to be a mutual breaking down of the barriers between you, the only struggle being within the dreaming woman herself." Frank then turned to Cindy and told her:
"Cindy, you're the rejected girl. Because our dreaming woman is guilt-laden over stealing your lover, she can't avoid thinking of you as if you were there spying on them. Indeed, you are a part of their tryst, this being a mental projection of her past. Is this clear?"
"Yeah. You mean I watch while Denise gets fucked," Cindy said bluntly. "But doesn't that kinda leave me hanging?"
"Not necessarily. I'll tell you what to do as we go along," Frank replied, undisturbed by her remark. "Now, if you'll strip bare, I'll give you your positions."
In spite of the newness of being filmed naked in sexual acts, Frank's business-like attitude and the atmosphere of the studio seemed to dampen any reservations the trio might have felt. As they began to undress, Frank went about arranging his equipment with the expertise gained from his years of experience. He arranged the lights so that no harsh shadows would interfere with the flesh about to be displayed, and swiveled the 16-mm camera around in anticipation of the panning shot that would' follow, every so slowly, the entire length of the coupling bodies. When Cindy dropped the last of her clothes, he directed her onto the bed and waited impatiently for Jack and Denise to finish, puffing up the pillows so that even they gave an impression of voluptuousness.
Denise obediently took off her blouse and pants, then unhooked her brassiere and threw it on top of her clothing. After a hesitant, shuddering moment of reflection, she rolled down her panties and sent them on the same pile. She walked over to the strange bed and crawled on next to Cindy, feeling comforted that her friend was in this with her and apparently not jealous that she was to make love with Jack instead of her.
Then Jack strode into the glaring circle of light, and involuntarily she gasped as she studied his nude body. Last night he'd been Cindy's to take and enjoy, but now he was to be hers to accept, and she regarded him freshly in terms of him as a lover. She scrutinized his wealth of hair, his great, thick penis which jutted from his flat, muscled abdomen like a huge ram-rod, his weighty testicles swaying between his inner thighs as he approached the bed with a grin of anticipation.
Butterflies filled her stomach as Denise tried to hate herself, but the closer he came, the hotter licked flames of perverse desire. An eager yearning began to tickle her loins and moisten the mouth of her vaginal crevice. Oh Lord, what was she becoming? Last night had been depraving enough, but at least she'd felt a strong affectionate bond toward Frank. Now she seemed to want any man ... would she eventually want every man quite literally for the fuck of it?
Before she started blushing, she averted her gaze from Jack and stared out at nothing in particular. The ring of bright lamps gave her the opposite impression of being on camera, for all she could see was their glare, Cindy and Jack. Frank was already positioned behind the camera, and the studio beyond the lights was a black, empty void that ceased to be important. What was important was Jack now lay on the bed alongside her and was stroking her naked flesh.
"That's it!" she heard Frank encourage from somewhere out in the darkness. "That's it, caress her lovingly!"
Jack slid his hands provocatively over the awakening mounds of her breasts, and down over her belly to the soft, sensitive folds of her pussy. Instinctively she realized that Frank wished her to become passionately aroused so that his scene would progress under its own natural power... and surrendering her body to his younger brother's ministrations, she could tell that Jack knew exactly how to do it. She could sense the banked coals of her passion fanning into smoldering fire as he continued to knead and massage her pink, moistening vagina and quivering little clitoris, and unconsciously she spread her legs for him while he drew the sensual lust for sex from the very depths of her soul.
Her eyes clenching shut, her mind battling the reality of who was teasing his hands up between her thighs, Denise could only sink deeper into the seething pit of sensitivity. Her body ached to be touched gently the way Frank had done so well last night, the way the hands on her flesh were doing now ... oh yes, so gentle ... gentle ... that way... "Ahhh yes, darling," she crooned deliriously. "Ahhh, yesss ..." She knew it wasn't Frank who was playing his fingers across her naked flesh, but imagining it was allowed her to submit eagerly to Jack and respond pleasurably to his subtle embraces.
"You've got her going," Frank called out. "Now start kissing her until she really is steaming!"
Jack edged around and pushed her trembling thighs wider apart, and then he slithered between them, his face a panting few inches from the hair-fringed slit of her pulsing cunt. As his head bent closer and his mouth watered with illicit hunger, Denise watched wild-eyed and realized what he was planning to do to her. In a flash she remembered the scene on his couch last night ... every lurid instant of it, sharp and clear in her mind, of Cindy moaning and undulating, pulling her legs back and shoving her pussy up into Jack's slavering face as he ran his tongue right up into her flushed pink slit.
"Oh no," she wept in mournful revulsion. "Oh please, Jack, don't do that."
"Go on!" Frank urged breathlessly from behind his camera. "I can see through my viewfinger how bad she wants it. Go on, juice her up for a good fuck!"
A convulsive jerk spasmed in her loins as she felt his salivating mouth pressing against the soft naked flesh of her unprotected belly. She tried to squirm away from Jack's liquid touch, but his sudden wet contact sent an unwanted chill racing through her pelvis. Then she sensed his laving tongue slipping downward toward the triangle of her crotch, and the spreading of her blonde pubic curls with his thumbs as his lips traced the sensitive crevice of her pussy. A shiver rippled through her at the electrifying union of his mouth and her clitoris, his sweating palms clamping against the sides of her inner thighs as he drew her open wider and buried the full length of his slippery tongue into her tingling vaginal cleft.
Denise shuddered, a moan escaping from deep in her chest. Her buttocks ground hard against the waterbed as she endeavored to elude his tantalizing assault, but with a maddening suck of his lips, Jack caught her tiny erect clitoris into his mouth and nibbled on it until she cried out irrationally. It can't be ... It can't be ... she thought dizzily, groaning in open mortification, but in spite of her repugnance to this lewd perversion, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure were purling deep in her belly, her firm round breasts jiggling sensuously now from the oral buffeting her defenseless loins were absorbing. The sucking boy's tongue burrowed snake-like into the sensitive valley of her cunt just as his fingers had moments before, and sensation spiraled insanely through her from the base of her spine right up to her brain. Spontaneously her naked hips arched upwards to capture more of Jack's lapping tongue and kissing lips, eroticism rapidly replacing her reticence ... Lord, what was coming over her to do this? She was coming alive as never before, demons prancing along the softness of her inner thighs, her bottom undulating in wicked reaction, nothing her mind could tell her body helping to temper this depraving sensation.
It was futile to resist as his tongue continued its salacious licking against the spasming pink flesh of her sex. She could only writhe now, his hotly probing tip worming its way the entire length of her narrow wet slit, starting at the lower curve of her belly and pressuring its way down over the elastic rim of her throbbing vagina and into the niche of her flexing buttocks, where it paused momentarily to pay homage to her tightly puckered anus. Her hips squirmed and rolled with the wave-like undulations of the waterbed beneath her, soft mewings escaping from between her gritting teeth. Her nubile loins jerked and bucked of their own volition, burying his flicking tongue to its roots ... until to Denise nothing existed for her except her passion-seared cunt. She was that cunt! Oh God, she was that cunt... !
Watching her blonde girl-friend's pussy being sucked, Cindy could mentally feel each lash of Jack's tongue, just as if he were licking her own enflaming pussy. As Denise moaned and thrashed, goosebumps prickled across her full, pulsating breasts, and wild-eyed, she stared as her boy-friend raised the subjected girl by the legs, his hands splaying wider the furrow "between her buttocks, exposing the whole flat plane of her vaginal split to his rapacious mouth. Gndy felt mesmerized by the obscene view as a long, low wailing bubbled from Denise's mouth, her lips bared back over her teeth at the obvious sensations surging through her now eagerly craving body.
"Ohhh, don't stop! Don't stop!" Denise whined, writhing her hips furiously at the insatiable tongue licking between the open cheeks of her uptilted buttocks. "I love it! Ohhhh ... !"
Cindy felt her mouth growing parched and hot, and the prurient sensation between her thighs caused her spread out lengthwise and bend her legs open, causing her own wetness to display itself to her. She reached down, unable to stop her hand if she'd wanted to, and she stroked her tender pubic mound with building agitation. The obscene sight and lewd sounds held her spellbound, and a throbbing of agonized desire was increasing in her lubricious cunt and hardening breasts, as she realized frustratingly that she was yearning to be in Denise's place, with Jack's skewering tongue running rampant in her cunt...
The sound of the whirring camera was not disturbing anyone on the bed, and Frank decided to keep his mouth shut for fear of disrupting the scene going on before him. It was working out much better than he'd expected, and he pressed his eyes to the viewfinder to watch carefully as he zoomed in to a closeup of Denise's face. He was sure that the three people he was filming were going to provide him with the best fuck film he had ever made. Tilting the camera down for a closer examination of Denise's body, he grinned to himself as he concluded that indeed he was right, and that she was the wildest girl in pornographic movies he'd ever seen. He stopped the tilt when he saw Jack's tongue working hard over the erected tip of her clitoris, and then he panned back to include his hands cupping her buttocks wide open in the shot. Next to them, Cindy was masturbating her sexy young cunt like a bitch in heat, her swollen vaginal lips glistening with beads of secretions from her delicate fingerings around and between them. He hadn't even had to command her to fondle herself, he gloated. It was perfect, and Frank continued filming as quickly he calculated it was time to move on before they all climaxed like that, another posbibility now occuring to him.
"Enough, Jack!" he ordered. "Enough of that for now! Have her return the favor now ...you know what I mean!"
Reluctantly Jack drew his mouth away from Denise's wetly gleaming pussy, nodding his head in mute obeyance of his brother's dictum. He slid himself up to kneel in front of the girl's contorted face with his kneels straddling her body on either side. His long rigid penis stood out in the air, all but brushing Denise's trembling lips. "Ohhhhh ..." Denise sighed, arching her gluttonously pleading thighs off the bed and thrusting her cunt in search of that glorious mouth. "Ohhh, don't stop ... I beg you, don't stop ..."
"I've got to," Jack panted. "You heard the director!" Her en crazed desire to have her pussy licked had sent him to the point of not being able to control his own desires. This blonde bitch was too much to take! If Frank hadn't called a halt, he'd have creamed all over the goddamned bed! "Now it's my turn, Denise," he hissed urgently. "Suck me for awhile instead!"
Shudders of horror rocketed through her mind as Denise stared at the boy's turgid erection dangling before her face. She wanted to cry and gag as it jerked toward her mouth like some fat arm coming from a dark lair of thick curly hair. "But I... I've never done ..." she gasped, unable to spit out her protest as her throat constricted at the very thought.
"Go to it, Jack!" Cindy prodded in a breathless voice.
"She's dying for some nourishment to suck on!" Frank added with mounting impatience. "Slide it right in!"
"Suck me!" Jack demanded, flexing his buttocks. The rounded crown of his erection left a wet trail across Denise's smooth pallid cheeks, and then impetuously, he pushed his cockhead directly against her crimson lips. "Over the lips, over the gums," he crowed. "Look out stomach, here it comes!"
In a savage motion not at all in keeping with his part as an adoring lover, Jack rammed forward and forced his way into her mouth. At first, Denise reacted instinctively and tried rolling her head aside in an effort to evade his meaty thrust. But Jack had gripped her by a harsh, vise-like hold of her hair, and in the instant when she opened her mouth to protest the pain, he plunged his penis to the back of her throat.
Denise gagged reflexively, her ovaling lips brushing the wiry pubic hair of his virile loins, his scrotum slapping wetly against her chin. She fought for breath, managing to catch it on the initial outstroke of his sawing assault, groaning inwardly at the degrading thought that she was being filmed while participating in so evil a perversion as sucking cock.
But then the utter wickedness and depravity of her self-induced position flickered erotically through her mind. The imagined picture of how she must look to the camera now, nakedly sprawled with a penis pumping into her mouth, reignited the emotions in her loins, her prurient longings beginning to flame out of control again. She began undulating her buttocks around on the bed, splaying her thighs to show off more of her visibly constricting vaginal cleft, while simultaneously she started sucking willingly on the erection filling her mouth.
She could feel Jack twisting slightly from the licentious feelings she was creating in him, and his moans of urgency spurred her on even though this was her first time and she was experimenting. She remembered the previous sensations when Jack had used his tongue on her spasming cunt, and now she returned his caress, twirling her tongue hotly around his hard shaft, clasping her lips tighter, sucking harder and thrilling from the louder pantings coming from the boy.
"OHHHHH! AHHHHH! you're a natural!" she heard Jack babble delightedly. Perversely elated, Denise licked and sucked more voraciously on his drubbing penis, wondering with anticipation what his semen would taste like should Frank direct him to ejaculate into her mouth. She wanted that now. She wanted to exploit this degenerate sex act to its fullest, to saturate herself to the limit of her endurance with sinful ecstasy, flooded as she was by the sweet agony of her unleashed desires that were rising ... rising like a torrent in her lusting flesh. Cum ... Cum ... Oh Lord, let's all cum ...
Cindy couldn't move her eyes from the lewd fleshy coupling of her two friends, viewing intently as Denise nibbled forward hungrily while Jack thrust his wetly gleaming cock in and out of her ovalling mouth. She felt a pang of envy, although she was not especially jealous of Denise sucking off Jack. It mattered less to her that he was her boyfriend, or that his penis was sliding between another girl's lips, than it did to see a large erect cock so close and yet unable to fuck her cunt. She was forced to be satisfied with her own fingers, and they were proving inadequate by comparison.
She happened to glance at Jack's contorted face, and was surprised to find that he was not looking down at Denise clasping his rampant erection. Instead he was staring at her own nakedly displayed vagina, rapturously watching her fingers driving in and out of her swollen cunt, his greedy expression arousing her to arch her hips toward him and show still more of her hand-flailed vagina. Caught in a spiral of mutual voyeurism, Cindy returned to studying how Jack was pistoning his hardened shaft between Denise's softly ridged lips as if her clasping mouth was a hairless pink pussy, while she herself openly pummeled her gripping cunt with her fingers, plunging deeper and faster in time with her boyfriend's mouth-ramming cock.
Seeing Cindy abusing her bared vaginal slit with her own fingers excited Jack to a feverish pitch. He was filled with the impetuous desire to shove his fingers in her cunt as well, and without missing one rampaging beat of his penis skewering into Denise, he leaned slightly to one side so he could simultaneously touch his girl-friend's naked flesh. Freely he roamed his hand across her curvaceous body, touching her jutting breasts and rubbing her nipples with his thumb, finding them already hard from her own excited masturbation.
Cindy mewled from the pleasure of his caress, wriggling closer and spreading her legs yet wider to allow him greater access. His tactile contact intensified the throbbings in her loins, and the secretions in her pussy grew with a heated moisture that flowed frothing around her whipping fingers. Jack's hand now moved to her wide-splayed thighs, matted with her self-aroused lubrications, and he joined her own fingers to rub between her vaginal lips. His hand brushed against the trembling bud of her clitoris, sending her gasping and writhing as if devil possessed, and then along with hers he probed up inside her seething pussy, nearly overwhelming her with tingling sensations.
"Oh! Oh, Ahhhhhh! Ohhh...!" Jack heard Cindy cry out as she bucked her pelvis, screwing both her fingers and his deeper into the squeezing channel of her cunt. Together their hands beat her sensitive flesh in concert, as she continued babbling lewd obscenities in her urgent quest for release ... Frank Trager was enjoying every debauching second of this, totally unconcerned that the action on the bed had passed beyond any semblance of his film's alledged storyline. It was just as he'd suspected when he'd first dreamed up his corrupting ploy, and had counted on when he'd lied about the movie's artistic merits ...all the trio needed was some rationalizing excuse to get started. He'd long figured that Cindy would turn on at the slightest provocation, and he knew Jack would screw a snake if its tail were held down. And when he'd met Denise last night, he'd been able to detect a latent hot streak in her that merely needed proper coaxing, despite the fact that in her own mind, she was convinced she was modest and respectable to the point of prudishness. Well, it hadn't taken long to change this modest girl into an abandoned wanton, not last night and certainly not this time!
He forced himself to concentrate on the job of operating his camera, even though his hardened penis throbbed painfully inside the trap of his bulging swim suit. His lecherous excitement was twofold, for he was already counting the money he knew he'd be earning when the film was finally edited, while at the same time he ached to strip to the buff and join the menage a trois on the bed in their prurient sport. His camera was almost burning from the encitingly lewd action he'd already shot, the blistering footage he'd collected only making him want to film still more ... which he did, congratulating himself for a job well done as he slowly focused the lens for a closeup of Denise thirstily sucking on his younger brother's impaling cock. It was a masterful vision, blurred as it was with the increasing tempo of their impending climax, but fearing his smut session would end too quickly, Frank called out in a passion-hoarse voice:
"Now fuck her, Jack! Slide down and stuff her twat now!"
"AHHHHHH! OHHHHH! Frank!" Jack yelled back, his own voice cracking from his lust. "I... I'll try, but there's never been a cock-sucker born like her!"
"Mmmmmmnnnoooo ...!" Denise murmured in protest, unwilling to part for an instant from his delicious fleshy shaft. Tenaciously she clung with tightly ringing lips to the saliva-shiny penis surging into her mouth. "Nooooo ... !"
"Fuck her, fuck her now!" Frank shouted frenziedly. "You don't want to cum in her yet!"
"Yessss, Denise, baby, baby," Jack was chanting deliriously now, incapable of heeding his brother's frantic directions. The erotic sight and feel of his girlfriend writhing beside him as together he and Cindy finger-fucked her pulsating cunt was too enticing to resist, stimulating him to thrust his own hunching loins further against Denise's bobbing face. His carnal surge caused Denise to peel back her lips and lave bloodless lines in his penile shaft with her sharp white teeth. Then her lips closed over his swollen erection again and suck with redoubled intensity, reaching up between his wide-spread thighs to cradle his velvety sac of testicles with her palms in her passion-demented craze to hold him to the bitter end.
"Stop! Stop! Pull your prick out before it's too late!"
"It... Oh, Frank, It... It is too late already!" Jack blurted, sensing his semen boiling up from his scrotum. "I... I'm going to cum! I want to cum! Ahhhhh____OHHHHHHH!"
His penis jerked uncontrollably as Jack shot his sperm deep into her greedily waiting mouth like a volcanic eruption. He pressed the spewing head of his cock all the way against the back of her throat, pumping furiously and watching entranced while Denise hungrily milked the tremendous surge of his cum.
Her own orgasm triggering from Jack's creamy discharge, Denise gulped and swallowed his heated semen' hollowing her cheeks and clasping her lips around his pulsating shaft in her effort to keep pace with the flow of his seed. Her body screamed as the power of her loins unleashed all its pent-up passion, the circle of light surrounding the bed suddenly bursting into strange blinding colors as the shock of her climax rocketed through her flesh. His thick pungent cum was like nothing she had ever tasted before, and she couldn't get enough of its succulent flavor, desiring only to suck him dry and savor each ambrosial drop as she felt herself battered over and again by the spasmodic vibrations of her own shattering release.
"Oh yes ... yesss ...!" Cindy Halpern sighed rapturously as she stared at her boyfriend burying his penis into Denise's tightly ovalling mouth, feeling her own imminent climax growing to envelope her reeling senses. She moaned while he ejaculated his semen down her girlfriend's rapidly swallowing throat, seeing Denise compress her lips around his throbbing shaft to siphon out all its delicious sperm, her own naked loins shuddering as a signal of her orgiastic upheaval. Cindy began to thrust up against her and Jack's entangling fingers, rotating her wetly dilating cunt with urgent quick motions, the perfect harmony of their simultaneous cummings sending shivers of lewd delight sizzling through her ravaged nerves.
Frank was gripping the camera in a stranglehold, his penis hard against the constricting fabric of his, bathing trunks. He was no longer caring a royal damn that his orders had been ignored, groaning inadvertently as he viewed Cindy's tautening buttocks grinding lasciviously from the twin hands masturbating her satiny pink cunt. Shocks of perverted lust stabbed his groin as he filmed the lurid sight of creamy semen oozing out of Denise's puckering lips and trickle down her chin, thin trails of Jack's sperm gleaming against her skin and beading the bedcover beneath her head ... And unable to contain his own fiery sensations, he felt his own emissions abruptly shoot from the tip of his spontaneously pulsing cock to fill his trunks with hot flooding cum. The frustrated craving in his loins momentarily erased, Frank choked back a gasping cry and steadied himself against the camera, dazedly filming his younger brother withdrawn his deflated penis from Denise's still greedily sucking mouth and fall exhausted to one side.
As her orgasm began to ebb, Denise Landers relaxed flat against the bed, her breasts heaving from her release, her tongue still swiping her lips for the last few dribbles of Jack's potent seed. Gradually remembering where she was, she feebly raised her head and saw Jack stretched out blissfully beside her, Cindy nestling close to his thighs and licking his penis clean of all secretions. "Lord," she sighed, still too satiated to figure out how she felt deep down in her soul. "Oh my Lord..."
"Yeah," Jack groaned, assuming her sigh was a sign of her complete fulfillment. "That was a cock suck to end all sucks."
"It sure as hell ended my filming," Frank snapped from beyond the circle of lights. He was trying to unglue his sticky trunks from his matted pubic hair, too ashamed of having lost control like some pimply adolescent jerk-off to show himself with the great slick stain of cum so visible.
"I... I'm sorry, Frank," Jack said contritely. 'Things sort of got out of hand, I guess." "Not entirely," Cindy retorted impishly.
"Things were very well in hand with me, thank you."
"It was my fault more than anybody's," Denise said with downcast eyes, and straightened to a sitting position to stare out for a sign of Frank. Squinting against the brightness, she finally spotted the camera with Frank next to it, fiddling with his trunks for some inexplicable reason. "Blame me for ruining the scene, not Jack. I'm not much of an actress, I suppose, and simply wasn't good enough."
"Good enough!" Frank barked out a laugh. "You were too good, that's the only trouble. Aw hell, I'm not blaming anyone. We can always shoot another take and splice the loops later. Besides, it's probably time for a break, to rest and freshen up and, ah ... to change."
"Into what?" Cindy asked saucily, rolling from the bed and sashaying naked over to Frank. "And how was I?"
"You were great, terrific." He patted the camera in an attempt to focus attention on it instead of his sopping wet trunks. "I got it all down, and believe me, it'll work perfectly for the beginning of the dream." This was as much a lie as the rest of the story he'd been feeding them, but it would salve their consciences if they were starting to regret their sordid behavior being filmed. Already he was calculating what he wanted next, not that he was going to divulge that information until the right moment ...
When it was too late for any of them to say no.
Chapter 5
Rising shakily from the bed, Denise padded barefoot past the ring of light to where Frank and Cindy were standing. She found that she was experiencing a complete lack of self-consciousness as she asked the film producer where there was a bathroom, but had a difficult time controlling a giggle when she glimpsed the damp groin of his trunks and realized what he'd inadvertently done to himself while filming.
Frank directed her to go across the hall from the studio, and thanking him, Denise made her way unsteadily to the downstairs facility. She ran a cool glass of water to soothe her throat, parched and sore as it felt from sucking off Jack to lewd completion. When she surveyed her naked body in the full-length mirror behind the door, she was shaken to see that much like her new-found indifference to nudity, her appearance also seemed to have altered in the past few hours. Her face was flushed and pink, her breasts somehow fuller and perkier, and there was a wordly, almost sensual look to her once innocent eyes that fascinated her. It was the way Cindy looked, she realized ...knowing and sophisticated.
Viewing her reflection, Denise grew aware of a smarting sensation between her legs. She watched herself place her hand over her throbbing pubic mound, and was amazed at how hot it felt. Even the light touch of her fingers made her pussy tingle with frustration, and despite her good intentions, she couldn't help fondling her breasts and sliding her finger exploratively along her vaginal crevice. She was still highly aroused from the previous session, and secretly hoped that Frank would direct Jack to fuck her so thoroughly that he'd quench the kindled fire in her yearning loins.
Startled by the fervor of her carnal desires, Denise turned away to fill the basin, hurriedly involving herself in washing her face and splashing water over her shoulders and breasts. Dried and refreshed, she tried to blank her mind of her illicit thoughts as she returned to the studio.
Frank was momentarily gone, she noted ...undoubtedly to clean himself and change out of his sperm-soiled trunks. Cindy was back on the waterbed, stretched out languidly alongside her boyfriend. Denise viewed the spotlit pair as she approached, still feeling a twinge of disbelief that this was real, that it was actually happening and she was an integral part of it. Her coed chum sprawled face down, one arm flung over Jack's hairy chest, her buttocks quivering softly. Jack was smoking a cigarette with a listless, dreamy expression on his face, his limp penis resting sleepily on the cushion of his soft testicles.
"Feel better?" Jack asked as Denise eased herself onto the bed.
"Tired," she replied, closing her eyes and leaning back into the pillows. "And numb, I guess."
Cindy rolled over and yawned, then gestured in the general direction of the camera. "Sure looks like there's a lot of money tied up in this stuff," she remarked casually. "I wonder how Frank can afford it all, much less this house."
"Profits from his films," Jack answered.
"You know something?" Denise said. "We're probably being real patsies for letting him shoot us like this."
"Oh, I don't think Frank will do anything with the scene if we don't give him permission," Cindy replied. "Or if we refuse- to do any more, for that matter."
"Do you think we should, Cindy?"
"Do what?"
"Cut Frank off at the pockets by refusing to do more."
"Gee, Denise, I don't know ..."
"Way I see it," Jack said, "is that when we've gone this far, then the only thing to do is go further."
Denise was puzzled. "How do you mean?"
"listen," Jack explained, rising on his elbow. "Me and Cindy are a little more casual about trying new things than you are, Denise, so I can understand how it's harder for you to just simply accept something like this without any qualms. But let's face it, your old life at home with your mother has gone awfully sour lately, hasn't it?"
"After the ruckus this morning," Denise said darkly, "it's just plain gone. I can't imagine ever returning to it."
"Exactly. So what I'm suggesting is that you think about building a new life, based on your new, ah, preferences."
"Great idea, Jack, only how do I live this knew life? I don't have a job, and if my mom kicks me out for good, I won't have a place to stay, and it takes money to live poorly these days."
"I'll hire you," Frank said with casual heartiness, stepping toward the bed wearing a fresh pair of golf shorts.
Denise gasped at him. "You mean, hire me to act?"
"Why not? You film well, and you obviously love your role." Frank made a sweeping gesture with his arm, adding with an expansive smile: "In fact, you all work together so well, that we could make some dynamite productions as a team. And tell you what I propose ...I'll set up contracts so you'll earn a percentage of the net receipts. So what do you say?"
"Would you, Frank?" Cindy cried. "Would you really?"
"Scout's honor," he vowed blithely, knowing that there were so many book-keeping tricks and ways of finagling expenses, that he'd never have to pay an extra cent to them if he didn't want to. "How about you, Jack? Here's opportunity knocking."
"Why not?" his younger brother answered with a grin. "Might as well cash in on doing what we enjoy."
Denise was thunderstruck by the proposal. "But... But we couldn't do other films like the dream sequence now, blurred and out of focus.
We'd be recognized, identified for who we are!"
"Oh, Denise, why try to pretend?" Cindy retorted. "It'll never be any good going back to the way we were. It's too late for that now. Frank's opened up a whole new world to us, and I want to try it. And I think deep down you do too!"
Denise frowned, pondering her girlfriend's blunt remarks. Things weren't the same, true enough, and for that matter neither was she. Her walk to the bathroom had been eye-opening proof of that! Yet it was difficult to ignore or deny her roots, a fact which Jack had noted a moment ago; and she realized now that she'd assuaged her initial reluctance to being filmed, by presuming that after this one session was finished, her life could resume the way it had been. But she'd been kidding herself, like Cindy had said. In reality, the film was a means to excuse the actions she subconsciously wished to perform, and she had to admit that the bathroom mirror had reflected her true image ...a naked hedonist looking forward to the next session.
"Hey," Cindy said gently to her, mistaking her thoughtful expression for hurt, troubled feelings. "Hey, Denise, I didn't mean to bark at you. I'm sorry."
Denise, snapping out of her reverie, smiled fondly at her friend. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Cindy."
"Well, we've sort of steam-rollered you along in this, without giving you much chance to hardly catch your breath."
"Don't feel bad about that! I've been enjoying it, in case you hadn't noticed." She laughed, and Cindy laughed with her. Denise knew that Gndy's reasons behind her willingness were far different than her own, yet she nonetheless felt very close to the brunette coed, as close as she had ever felt to anyone, and she was grateful that Cindy had helped make her introduction to sex so easy and pleasurable for her. Denise suddenly felt more relaxed, somehow relieved and better about herself, and touched Cindy's nearby hand. "You're right, you know. There is a whole new world opening up, especially for me, and I'm thinking that it's important for me to learn all about it. Right?"
"Right!" Cindy, happy that her friend was smiling, turned to the two expectant men and told them: "Okay, a compromise for Denise's sake. Let's hold off deciding whether to make a business of this or not, until after we complete the dream scene and see how it goes. Then we'll all have a better idea how we feel, and if it's worth it."
"Sounds reasonable to me," Jack agreed.
"I'll play ball," Frank conceded. "That is, if you're finished lazing around and willing to play ball with me, now."
Chuckling at his own humor, the skin-flick producer wandered over to begin adjusting the floodlamps for the impending scene. Jack leaned over the bed and stubbed his cigarette out on the floor, then ran fingers through his hair in an idle attempt to neaten his appearance. Cindy pressed closer to Denise, a wicked sparkle to her eye as she whispered: "I wonder what Frank has in mind for us to do this time!" And Denise could only shrug her shoulders in answer, as curious as her girl-friend and feeling herself growing just as intrigued. The increasingly familiar sensation of anticipated sex was igniting again in her loins, and she could feel lubricious moisture already beginning to seep expectantly from between the lips of her vagina.
"Ready?" Frank called as he stationed himself behind his camera again. "listen closely, everyone. We've been filming the start of the dream with you, Denise, representing the woman when she stole you, Jack, away from another girl. Now, this next sequence is a logical evolution of her mental conflicts. Rememver, ever since it happened, she's been torn between her devotion for the man and her guilt for having induced him to leave his girl, and over the years she's remained plagued by the desire to somehow atone for her purposeful theft." Frank was talking off the top of his head, though he was sounding as if he knew what the creative masterpiece was actually about. All he really knew was that it was important to convince his players of the rationale, if he was to persuade them to act as he wanted. "It stands to reason," he continued, "that her dream cannot remain contented for long. So as the woman continues to envision her tryst, she is increasingly gripped by this chronic aberration of hers to punish herself and make amends with the girl she robbed. And the dream distorts into a nightmare for her, as instead of experiencing the adoring embrace of her man, she finds herself in the arms of his discarded lover."
"In other words," Cindy said with a sharp, skittish laugh, "Denise and I must make love to each other."
"In one word, yes."
Cindy laughed nervously again, glancing sidelong at Denise lying close by, and recalling yesterday when she'd been tempted to try on the roof-deck. Her subtle yearnings still persisted, and she could feel her cuntal lips swelling and her tiny clitoris tingling with prurient interest. She squeezed her thighs together to disguise her mounting eagerness from Denise, while in her mind she fantasized about how she would gently turn on her girl-friend to a boiling passion as only a woman could do. Christ, of all the parts offered, this was one she couldn't refuse!
"You're crazy!" Denise gasped in response to Frank's incredibly lewd demand. "I couldn't possibly do that!"
"Why, Denise, baby, of course you can," Frank replied soothingly. "It's an extremely critical point that simply can't be made any other way, and I'm sure you can do it once you realize how important it is to the film's integrity."
He was smiling, but there was a hardness to his expression that frightened her. Denise thought of the photographs he'd surreptitiously taken, and of the footage of her he'd already collected ... and she began to wonder fearfully if there was no limit to how far Frank would stoop to gain his way.
"Trust me," Frank insisted in his most persuasive tone. "I'll direct you through the whole scene. You needn't take it seriously, you know. That's the secret of being a good actress." As if his advice capped all her objections, he started fiddling with the lenses of the camera, drawing back into the dark void beyond the lights and leaving Denise with nothing to argue against.
Staring bleakly out at the brilliant ring, Denise felt isolated, almost abandoned. She shivered from the noxious thought of committing lesbianism with Cindy, glancing away from the lights to gaze mortified at her girl-friend, regarding her with agonized indecision as Cindy crawled up beside her. She swallowed heavily as she studied the girl's quivering breasts and dark rosette nipples, and then down lower to the dainty hair-fringed lips of her vagina. Yet in spite of her revulsion at the idea of joining her in such a perverted act, Denise felt an odd tingling in her own loins, as if this depraving scene Frank wanted filmed was exciting her.
"Cindy, no ... No, we can't!" Denise moaned, sitting up in shuddering rigidity, her arms clasped protectively around her breasts. "Tell him we won't do it! Tell him-"
"Action!" Frank hollered, cutting off her pleas. "For a starter, let's catch you two playing with each other!"
Cindy was sitting up the way Denise was now, softly rubbing shoulders with her and speaking in a purring voice: "It's kinda late to back out now, Denise. Besides, you heard him ...the broad is dreaming this whole thing, so we don't really have to be enjoying it. We can fake it, can't we? Relax," she added gently, "and put your arm around me. What the hell, Denise, I'd rather have it you than anyone else ..."
Denise stared into the other's heavy-lidded eyes, and she knew intuitively that she and Cindy were both the same, having committed sins of the flesh until they were now enslaved in their self-made web of physical weakness. The immoral ties bound them in mute ties of sympathy, making things seem somehow a little less repugnant and terrifying.
"Go on! I haven't got all night!" Frank demanded with harsh impatience. "Start touching and fondling each other!"
Choking back her aversion, Denise slid a trembling arm around her brunette chum even as she felt Cindy's arm go around her waist. They touched each other, tentatively at first, and then increasingly so, Denise gliding her slick palms over the warm satiny flesh of her friend, feeling in turn the hot, tingly movements of Cindy's fingers over her own sensitive skin.
Her breath quickened, and as Gndy fondled her jutting breasts and teased her hardening nipples, Denise gasped futilely from the unwanted pleasure of the contact. Then their hands delved along their quivering flanks and across to the moist fleece of their pubic regions. Denise felt the other girl's hand seek out her vaginal cleft, and spontaneously she reached down and returned the salacious favor. They sat like that for some time, teasing their breasts and taunting their pussies, two morally corrupted girls beginning to make love to each other in front of a turning camera ...
Until Frank ordered: "Now lie flat and spread your legs!"
Mutely, Denise obeyed his lewdly gross command, leaning back against the coverlets and banking open her slender thighs, her moistly splayed vagina shining luridly in the brilliant light. Cindy stretched pressing alongside, her darker pubic mound equally wet and flushed in wide display. Denise could sense her muscles stiffening as she felt Cindy cup one of her breasts, the caress so affectionate that it was as if her girlfriend was immersed in her acting to the point of believing her role!
"Cindy," she mewled, "you're making it seem too real..."
"Shhh," Cindy whispered. "Relax and flow with it..." She undulated erotically against Denise, moving her hands more freely along her blonde friend's tensing flesh with delicately tracing fingertips.
Denise couldn't help squirming reflexively, mortified by the intimate caresses which were both exciting and repelling to her simultaneously. This was so wicked ... so profanely wicked ... yet the diabolical sensations being aroused in her naked body seemed to be overcoming her most stubborn rejections.
"You're so pretty," Cindy sighed into her ear. "I've always admired you since the day we met... Surely I can't be bad for loving beauty, especially a natural beauty such as yours... Or bad for wanting to express my .admiration and love to you..."
While she was murmuring seductively, Cindy was slowly yet insistently shifting their positions on the bed, until they were lying more on their sides facing each other. She sealed her last subverting words with a kiss ...definitely not a sisterly peck of a kiss, but a lover's passionate kiss full on the mouth.
Denise tensed instinctively, painfully aware that her girlfriend was kissing her with agile, pliant, yet demanding lips. But she was resolved that if Cindy could act with such determined realism, then she could do no less. She fluttered her tongue out, entering the moist hot mouth pressing against hers, and when Cindy's lips ground back in answer, she sucked the girl's pink-tipped tongue deeply into her own mouth.
"Good! Good!" Frank applauded. "Now play some more with your cunts! Keep kissing and fingering each other!"
Denise felt again the touch of Cindy's fingers dipping down toward her sensitive loins, once more surrendering to their electric pleasures, for the girl's fingers were so much softer and lighter than a man's thicker, tougher gropings. Melting under the knowledgeable touch, she allowed the swiftly moving tongue and feminine creasses to send out their urgent yearnings through her nerves, and hesitatingly, she let her own fingers glide along Cindy's velvet-smooth thighs in a strangely exciting exploration. Together they began writhing unabashedly on the bed, and when Cindy's pink-rimmed anus parted inadvertently, the girl moaned low in her throat when Denise grazed the tiny puckered hole with her fingernail.
"Yeah! Yeah!" Jack panted from the sidelines. "Frank, you bastard, what an idea, teaming them up! Yeah, more!"
Spurred on by Jack's virulent cries, the two nubile coeds locked themselves in their lewdly carnal embrace, their breasts swollen and their nipples distended with throbbing sensations. Denise almost sobbed in anguish as she felt Cindy massaging her pink, palpitating cuntal slit, moaning instead from the savage pleasure lancing up through her belly. In reply, her hands roamed of their own volition down over Cindy's pubic mound, combing her girlfriend's dark curly hair and stroking the lush warm valley between her vaginal lips. She located Cindy's hardening clitoris and playfully tweaked it with her middle finger, sliding her other fingers up and down the girl's tender pussy, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and dreams, and memories of when she'd been masturbating with Cindy beside her, fingering herself too in naked blatancy ...
Frank was drooling now as he filmed the mutually aroused girls, pleased with their "performance" which he knew would appear on the screen as true as it actually was. They may have been merely pretending at first, but now they were willfully following the spirit as well as letter of his directions, voluntarily fondling each other's genital with authentic passion. He glanced over at his younger brother, whose lean, muscular body was sprawled on the bed near the girls as he reveled in their lurid coupling, his blood-sated penis rigid and pulsing, his hand stroking its thick shaft with light dexterity.
"So what do you say, Jack? You want them to do more, eh?"
"OHHHHH AHHHHHH! Get them to suck each other off now!"
"Sure ... I think the time's about ripe for that," Frank chuckled obscenely. "Okay, you bitches, you heard him! Denise, get upside down on top of Cindy and lick her delicious twat!"
"Nooo!" Denise howled piteously, but her protest was cut off by a tyrannical bellow from the director. "Don't contradict me, you dizzy slut!" Frank snarled. "It's the next logical progression in this scene, and if you screw up the take by balking now, I'll make you wish you were never born!"
Denise chilled in fear, knowing intuitively that whatever unspeakable punishment Frank had in mind, he would be mercilessly sure to carry it out. Tormentedly, she rolled over and rose to straddle Cindy, her uptilted flanks kneeling in stretched invitation inches above the girl's panting face, her own pleadful eyes hovering just over the swath of satiny brown pubic curls.
Requiring no coaxing, Cindy leaned upwards and began an immediate tonguing of her girlfriend's enticingly open pussy. She breathed the musky perfume while drinking the richly piquant vaginal secretions, relishing the aquiescent moans she heard coming from Denise, her own desire-tautened body quivering from the adorably feminine taste and scent, as Denise involuntarily squirmed her receptive thighs down harder against her mouth.
"Denise! Stop holding back!" Frank shouted irately. "C'mon, I need a shot of you sucking her like she's sucking you!"
Denise gave a shuddery gasp, as mournfully she surveyed her friend's waiting cunt with its dew of honeyed lubrications. She lowered her head and timorously kissed the swollen pink lips, and heard a muffled intake of air from Cindy in response. Wincing, she steeled herself to burrow deeper, laving a wide molten trough from the tip of Cindy's erect clitoris, down the full length of her tender crevice to the dilating entry of her vaginal canal, plunging with hopeless despair at being forced to lick another girl's pussy. She kept telling herself that this was disgusting, and a ripple of shame and aversion caused her to momentarily squeeze her pelvic muscles around the tongue skewering her cuntal furrow. But the lascivious sensations flowering up through her loins could not be denied, and haplessly she realized that she was submitting to the unwelcome passions with increasing fervor.
Adding to her humiliation, Denise was finding that she received still greater stimulation by returning Cindy's perverted kisses, and no longer able to contain her emotions, she lashed out in a frenzied oral invasion of the soft vaginal flesh beneath her. Unleashed now, she twisted in the grip of her girlfriend's greedy tongue and lips, wretchedly aware that she herself was incapable of ceasing her own voracious mouthings. I can't do it... Oh Lord, I can't... ! And then as if in defiance of her thoughts, she buried her slaving face completely in the wet hair-fringed slit of Cindy's gently grinding cunt...
"OHHHHH AHHHHHHH!" Jack moaned, rolling back and forth on the bed as if in pain. "Let me do something, Frank! I gotta! I gotta or I'll blow my wad early again!"
Frank Trager, eyes flashing beacons of depravity, chuckled at his younger brother's plight. "Take Denise, then. Take her and fuck her doggy-style, so it'll fit with the scene." "Right on, man!" Jack yelled delightedly. Through the camera's viewfinder, Frank watched his brother prance across the bed to the two entwined girls. He wished he could be there instead of Jack, envious thrills coursing through him as he filmed the lesbian couple and imagined himself rutting in each of their hot hungry snatches.
Jack came around to where Denise was undulating her tightly rounded buttocks above his girlfriend's nibbling mouth. Goaded by the moans and sighs of rampant pleasure rising from both of them, he wanted nothing more than to ram his own hotly aching penis into the upturned pubic cleft displayed before him. He placed his hands on her nakedly swaying thighs, and then probed with her fingers her warmly trembling pubic slit, finding its entire length wet and open from Cindy's saliva and her own lubricious fluids. He thrust his middle finger into the hunching girl's firm-clasping cunt, feeling her jerk slightly from his sudden intrusion. A deeper mewl bubbled from her lips, but she did not let up with her insatiable sucking of Cindy's vagina for an instant... not even when he wormed two fingers into her moistly pressuring orifice.
Wow is she hot! ran through his mind and caused his already throbbing cock to pulsate with anticipation of fucking this new, piece of ass. He slipped his hand from Denise's quivering pussy, against the opening of her vaginal hole, feeling her enclosing lips slide teasingly over his bloated cockhead as if to urge him on. Impatiently, Jack rammed the entire length of his turgid penis into the kneeling girl's pussy with one furious lunge, pushing her sensitive cuntal flesh in waves before him until deeply imbedded, his loins smacked harshly against her defenselessly upturned buttocks. Simultaneously he reached forward and clutched his hands around her slender waist where it flared out into her lithe firm pelvis, holding Denise tightly so she could not escape.
A muffled groan burst from her mouth, distorted in sound as she continued to flay Cindy's steaming vagina, too delirious from shock and sensation to consciously resist his brutally unexpected assault. Instantly, before she could regain her reeling senses and possibly struggle against her ravishment, he began to pump with long deep strokes into her wetly clenching furrow between her thighs. He snickered lewdly at the prurient sight he knew his brother was filming, with Denise trapped in a subservient crouch while he fucked into her despotically and she sucked on his girlfriend's pussy.
Indeed, the carnal scene was more than Frank could absorb dispassionately. He watched from behind his camera with increasing arousal, unzipping the fly of his golf shorts and awkwardly peeling them down off his thighs so that he could release his explosively rigid penis. God, if he didn't drop his pants, he'd certainly mess them as he had his bathing trunks, and at that rate, he'd be going through his whole wardrobe before the movie was ever finished! His cock was a straight, solid post sticking out into the darkness, and he began softly to masturbate his fleshy hardness with one hand while attempting to focus on Denise. Shakily he managed to zoom in to capture her firmly dangling young breasts as they swayed beneath her heaving chest, their burnished nipples dancing against Cindy's abdomen with each thrust of Jack's pressuring cock.
And undulating below Denise, Cindy sucked and licked the delicious blonde pussy crushed deep against her face, while arching her own loins higher in her quest to absorb more of her girlfriend's slavering mouth. Sensuously she nuzzled the fragrant vaginal flesh with her lips and teeth, fluting her tongue from the base of Jack's sawing penis to his swinging testicles, then downward to suckle Denise's inner lips and clitoris, delighting in her abandonment to such wanton urges.
"OHHHH, Frank," Jack blurted. "Cindy's licking me too!"
His older brother was finding himself driven to new heights of arousal by the lust-fomenting view he was filming, and could only grunt out a response to the lewd observation. Frank could feel his buttocks spasm as he stroked his aching penis, dreaming that the tingling inside his groin was from a tightly sliding vagina instead of his fingers ... Yes, yes, his cock was entering now, he thought with crazed desire; slowly slithering into the warmly gripping recesses of her yielding belly... cut it out! he told himself angrily. You're only torturing yourself... He had to restrain any notions of getting involved in their debauchery, for money was of first importance and had always been no matter the temptation. Yet the more he firmed, the more the skin-flic orgy excited him personally. He'd never directed such carnal abuse as this, and the entire sequence was running more out of control than it had before! God almighty, he couldn't stand it any longer!
The guilty admission tore from his chest in a strangled kind of howl that he scarcely recognized as his own. He kept his eyes firmly on the perverted trio as he kicked his lowered shorts off his ankles and sprang toward the bed, his cock jutting from him like an engorged lance leading the charge. He clambered on beside them, and for a moment his presence stopped everyone dead, for all that Jack, Denise, and Cindy saw was the cool and calculating movie producer insanely cavorting with a leering grin on his face.
"Frank?" his brother gasped, not quite believing.
"Damn right, Jack!" And he started laughing almost hysterically. "I'm joining in this time, like it or not!"
"But..." Denise was confused. "But what about the film?"
"Let it roll, baby, let it roll! Hell, what's a little film stock compared to fucking you and Cindy?" he crowed, and as he stared at her and his brother perched behind her, he could feel his penis pulsing with new intensity, his testicles swollen and angry and small droplets of seminal fluid leaking from its bulbous crown. "Yeah, we can always shoot the scene over again later ... But now I want to fuck!"
"Not back here, you ain't," Jack declared firmly, and to show his possession of Denise's lewdly filled backside, he humped his thick shaft into her stretched pink slit, making her sigh deliriously. "Ahhh, that's so fine ..."
"Hey, what about me?" Cindy abruptly cried, eyeing her boyfriend's brother from beneath Denise's hunching loins. "What's wrong with me, Frank? C'mon, I'd like you to!"
"You want to try my cock on for size, eh?" Frank hissed in his sexual ecstasy. "You want to have something more in that twat of yours besides Denise's tongue," is that it?"
"Ohhhh, fuck me!" the girl begged in her yearning, feeling an unquenchable desire for more ... more ... "Fuck me!"
"Then stop sucking cunt and come on out here. I'll screw the living hell out of you, or die in the attempt!"
"Yes, yes," Cindy chanted, squirming from under Denise and rolling over so that she, like her girlfriend, was on all-fours, her vibrant buttocks waving lewdly before him in a quivering plea of desire. "Fuck me hard, Frank," she begged, craning her head and watching as he knelt between her thighs.
Frank studied the girl's rounded bottom twitching in anticipation, and gasped as she reached back and wrapped her hand around his hardened thick penile shaft. She moved it up and down the moistened slit of her pussy, parting the softness of her dark pubic fleece before tugging it forward toward the hole of her impatient vagina. For a moment, Frank resisted undecided at first and then enflamed with a new, pernicious idea. He didn't want just to fuck her ... he wanted to fuck her in the ass! Yes, right in that exposed little anus of hers!
"Put me in your ass," he panted down at her.
"What? My what?" Cindy gasped. "Oh, not that, not there! I don't even let Jack screw me there!"
"Put me in!" Frank demanded, digging his fingers tightly into her hips. "Jack's busy fucking your girlfriend the way he likes ... And I want to fuck his girl the way I like!"
"Ohhh, but you're so big!" Cindy protested fearfully.
"Yeah, maybe you're right," Frank conceded, and hugging the girl, he maneuvered both of them around on the bed so that she was lying on top of him. "So it'll be easier if you ride up and down on my cock," he murmured huskily to her. "Kneel on either side of my hips and ride me like a pony, got it?"
"Not yet, but it looks like I will," Cindy replied apprehensively. She levered up on her arms, her brunette hair flowing down over her head and sweeping the naked producer's chest as she knelt straddling with her thighs splayed widely on either side of his flanks. She cringed at the thought of what was to come, sensing his hardened penis pointing directly upwards at the cowering rosette of her anal opening.
Gripped by a morbid fascination, she bent to stare down between their bodies. She could see Frank holding the shaft of his erection in one hand and taunting it up against the puckered slit of her rectum with its blunt purplish head. The warm contact against her tingling flesh instigated perverse little tingles up through her belly. She was to be sodomized! she thought miserably, and then ...
"Uggg!" she breathed as she felt the first cruel pressure against the tight elastic sphincter muscle.
"Don't tense up," Frank advised with heavy breathing, wrapping his hands firmly around her twisting waist to secure her atop his penis. Then he pushed upwards again, harder between her tender loins. "Don't tense ...relax!"
"Ohhh, you're so large, Frank!" she cried out again, feeling his fleshy girth sliding past her anus and deeply up inside her straining rectum. "You're hurting me!"
In deference to her nubile body, Frank lay still for a moment, letting his rigid shaft soak in the vise-like squeeze of her backside passage, allowing her a respite to become accustomed to his intrusion.
Cindy too became immobile, reluctant to move for fear of the pain it would bring. Neither made a sound for awhile, and then suddenly she felt a throb deep in her belly, his firmly encased penis burrowing further as he flexed in another inch.
"So how does it feel to be fucked in the ass?" he tormented below her.
"Nnnnggg," she groaned, the cords of her neck standing out from the agony of her impalement.
He pushed again, grinning up in crude elight at the pained expression on Cindy's face. "I said, how does it feel to be fucked in the ass?"
"Ohhh, fabulous!" she squealed. "I love it, I do!"
Frank chortled, able to feel her tight narrow rectum widening with each short smooth cock stroke he gave her, and sensing that she was finally able to accept his sodomistic fucking, he initiated a slow rocking motion up between her slim sensitive pelvis. Then clawing his fingers into the tender skin of her waist, he helped her pump up and down in obscene concert with his own increasing tempo, hearing her moan and gasp as she willfully submitted to the anal buffeting he was subjecting her to. Her anguish was up-beat music to his ears!
Cindy's body began to twitch and writhe above him as gradually the horrendous pain began to ease a little ... and she grew to feel a weird masochistic pleasure trickling through her tortured buttocks. She bobbed herself on Frank's skewering penis with a lost glaze of eroticism now, spreading her thighs wider until she could feel with lewd desire the curly hair at the base of his groin brushing against the soft inner slit of her vagina. She could feel his tunneling cock imbedded far up in her belly, routing its fleshy hardness deep inside her rectal sheath where no man had ever been before.
"Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me hard in the ass," she heard herself grovel rapturously. "I like it, oohh, ahhhh, I truly do! Cum in there, Frank ... fuck me hard and cum in my ass ... !"
Through her own lust-flecked daze, Denise glanced toward her sodomized girlfriend, hoping Frank would give her respite or at least a flicker of pity. But Cindy had seemingly turned insane from her wanton passions, nakedly crouching over the producer and grinding her beautiful buttocks down fully against his hairy loins, moaning lewd encouragements and begging to be fucked in her ass, fucked hard and deep in her ass. The girl appeared to Denise to no longer be human, but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh pleading for the most despicable and heinous of subjugations. And watching her, Denise couldn't help but respond in a similar manner, a carnal gleam beginning to filter through her prurient mind. It was exciting to see Cindy being fucked in the ass ...Lord, how it was exciting her! ...and she could feel the hollow pit of her stomach growing hotter from the salacious scene, building more and more into an intense desire to join in this brutal sodomizing somehow, someway, with her girlfriend's lover.
"Fuck me in the ass too," she hissed back at Jack. "Ohhh, treat me like your brother's treating Cindy ... If she can go wild from it, I bet I can too!"
The violently aroused man could feel his penis jerk in her vagina at the thought of her decadent suggestion, and suddenly nothing sounded better to him than to plunge his hard cock up into Denise's sweet virginal rectum. "Okay, you asked for it!" Clutching her around her swaying waist, Jack slipped his erection out of her slippery tight pussy with a wet slurping sound. She hunched expectantly, feeling his hands fumbling between her tender buttocks, pulling the tensed and trembling cheeks wider apart. Suddenly Denise felt the enormity of his thick penis pushing against her quivering pink anus, the throbbing crown of his swollen rod inserting itself in her tightly puckered orifice. He shoved forward, much as he had when first he'd penetrated her pussy, but this time his blunt cockhead nudged open her pain-stiffened rectal slit.
"Ohhh!" she screamed. "Ohhh, that smarts!" The initial spasm was so painful that she lurched like a wild animal thrashing to escape a stabbing spear, but her frantic twists only helped to wedge his rigid shaft deeper inside her belly. She groaned piteously as she knelt cowering before him, wondering what on earth had ever possessed her to attempt such an agonizing stunt as this ...and what was possessing her now, her rectum feeling stretched as if Jack had pounded in a telephone pole. Clenching the muscles of her buttocks together to keep from moving, Denise resisted the sadistic invasion ... but it was useless. Her feeble struggles only incited Jack further, her anal passage clutching his erection warm and wet like a hot, butter-filled glove. The sensation she was unwant-ingly providing him caused his hardness to grow inside her belly until she felt on the verge of ripping in half, from her crevice to her skull.
Yet slowly, just as it had happened with Cindy, the blonde coed began to feel her rectum adjusting itself to the unnatural lewd invasion. Crouching defenselessly, the tiny bit of whore that is in every woman broke forth in a torment of masochistic arousal. There was still pain, but it was wierly turning pleasurable by degrees, and Denise did not fight it, allowing herself to start thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement as Jack jabbed into her dilating anus.
"Denise is turning on to ass-fucking too!" the ecstatic Frank gasped as he glimpsed the perverted coupling nearby him. Cindy turned her head and watched with wondrous eyes at her girlfriend's gyrating surrender to the same demoralizing sodomy that she was blissfully receiving. "Yeah, go to it!" she shouted encouragingly. "Let's all get to it!"
Behind Denise, the impassioned Jack groaned each time his powerful penis plunged up her rectum, and now she too was moaning incoherently, humping her buttocks back against him in lewd invitation to fuck her in the ass as he'd fucked her in the cunt. Denise angled her face so that she could once again gaze at her girlfriend churning in avid passion above Frank's driving loins, and in turn, she caught Cindy staring back at her own libertine performance with seething delight.
Their eyes locked in a knowing exchange ...a split-second glance communicating all that they now felt, and reinforcing the smile they'd shared after yesterday's fateful intimacies. They knew each other for what they were, what they had always been, and what they would always go on to be... And the dissolute film producer saw that glance, grinned at his younger brother, and boastfully chortled with understanding of what their look meant: Deliverance! The two young coeds had come to recognize and then accept their weaknesses as well as strengths, and would no longer hide behind scruples or morals in their open searcli for fulfillment. They were free ... and they were his!
Now that the message had been passed between them, Denise and Cindy abandoned themselves completely to the sensual pleasures of the Trager brothers' sodomizing cocks. They strove mightily for their orgasms, the heat and rapture in their urgently undulating loins intensifying with each passing second of their spiralling lust.
It didn't take long ...
Denise felt herself nearing her climax at breath-taking speed. Balancing on one arm, she reached under her belly to finger the sensitive nub of her clitoris, masturbating feverishly in rhythm to Jack's expansive penis digging into her anus like a fleshy jack-hammer. Abruptly she felt her release overtaking her in a blinding storm of lust, her sphincter muscle tightening convulsively in an unmistakable sign of her cumming.
"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhh, Jack! Jack! Fill my ass ... !"
Behind her, the rutting youth shuddered and groaned. Denise felt her mind whirling insensate as the hotly spewing waves of his semen sluiced maddeningly up into her tender rectum.
"Me too! Me too!" Cindy chanted, twitching and heaving uncontrollably from the rapid advance of her own orgasm. Her passions were stimulated even more by the lurid sight of her once prudish girlfriend kneeling in delirious submission, wantonly finger-fucking herself while flattening her buttocks back against Jack's reaming pressure in her wide-split anal crevice. "Oh! Oh, Frank! OHHHH AHHHH, I'm there ... !" Cindy babbled incoherently, screwing her flanks down upon the sodomizing director's groin, her smoothly gripping rectum squeezing constrictively around his pis-toning cock until she could feel every corrugated inch of his rigidly pounding shaft.
Frank Trager started a long continuous stream of curses that swelled to a shout as he began flooding her belly with his boiling torrent of sperm. Cindy clenched her firm ripe buttocks down against his ejaculating penis, her hands darting behind her to spread the taut cheeks of her buttocks wider apart, her orgasmic fluids seeping out around her vaginal slit and down to mat his arching pubic mound.
Blinding flashes were still erupting in Denise's mind as she continued moaning out her climax, her secretions flowing unrestrained around her masturbating hand. Then as her sexual peak began to ebb, the blonde girl began to feel drained of life itself, only dimly perceiving her girlfriend falling exhausted against Frank Trager's chest, Cindy's limp body held in place only by his affectionately wrapping arms and his softening cock still clasped by her tight anal orifice. Peacefully satiated, Denise then collapsed forward to lie spread-eagled on her stomach, feeling Jack's deflating penis sliding free of her sweat-soaked, cum-inundated rectum.
It took quite some time before they revived. They sprawled resting, recovering their strength after their wild orgiastic session, semen and secretions coagulating on their lust-sheened naked bodies and puddling on the coverlet beneath them. The air in the basement studio seemed to crackle with the sensual emotions which had been so thoroughly unleased just a few short moments before...
Slowly, Denise's senses began to return to her, and her warm glow of contentment wavered as she considered how wantonly depraved she'd become, first with Cindy in a lesbian embrace, and then with Jack in a sodomizing fuck. And still there was the promise of more to come ... of this scene to shoot over, of the threats Frank might yet enforce, of her own pledge to decide whether to make a career of pornographic films ...
She heard Frank murmur happily, "That was one helluva screw session ..."
"You'd better believe it," his younger brother sighed, smiling at Frank and then at Cindy. "Baby, I love you," Jack crooned to his girl, stretching on his side and kissing Cindy fondly on one of her firm breasts.
"I love you too," she whispered in return. "I love you... and I love what we've been doing." She giggled like a vixen, adding: "I love it, and isn't that just awful?"
"Awful good for us," Frank replied, stirring from the bed now. He padded over to the camera and switched it off, then paused to look at it wonderingly and shake his head. "I don't know when the film reel ran out, or how much it got of us. But I'd be willing to wager that if there Screwing Awards for smut, that little piece would win us all the top awards."
"You're... You're not planning to show it publically, are you?" Denise asked in a cringing voice.
"Hell no. I'm in it," Frank replied, "and that'd be bad for business. It, ah ... wouldn't fit in with the dream sequence."
"Or your lily-white reputation," Cindy retorted mockingly. She turned slightly, gazing challeng-ingly at Denise. "Well... ?"
Denise knew exactly what Cindy meant, but still she tried to stall for time by playing naive. "Well, what?"
"Well, are we in this as a team or aren't we?"
Denise thought desperately for words to refuse ...to tell her girlfriend no, never again, that this had been merely a one-time fling ... But her mind would not function properly as she felt Cindy and then the two men stare at her nude body with hushed expectancy, their breath bated as they waited for her to utter that final yes. Their eyes felt like a solid touch upon her flesh, seeming to roam indecently up and down over her rounded pert breasts and the inviting curves of her thighs and buttocks. Denise was chargined to find herself displayed before them tongue-tied, and she tried urgently to still the salacious arousal that was once more stealing over her will to resist.
But the erotic thrill of exhibitionism surged like lightning through her nerves. She could sense a growing tremor of sensual response deep between her inner thighs as she realized that she was gripped with the lewd desire to show herself naked ... to blatantly expose her breasts and pussy not only to these three, but to anybody, everybody, who wished to see her performing in perverted acts of degrading, whorish sex. Did she dare ... ?
"C'mon," Jack urged. "Don't get cold feet now."
"No...No, it isn't that," Denise replied, shuddering from the lurid sensations flaming up from her loins. Her brain whirled and she moaned in anguished defeat, for the insidious temptations were simply too compelling to restrain any longer. She had unlocked her hidden obscene cravings, and now they had risen to overcome her tempering senses, and there was no use fighting their persuasive strength. Lord, there was just not the slightest thing she could do to save herself, was there? In the past two days, she had come to discover her true nature ... but in finding herself, she was lost! Lost!
Denise Landers undulated on the bed, her moistening vaginal furrow tingling against the soft silkiness of her pubic hair. "Sure, I'm in this with you," she heard herself say in a shamelessly husky voice. "I'm in this all the way ...partners!"
The Sunday ran a rapid course after that, some of it being filmed and some of it not. It hardly made any difference which, the three or four making love to one another in a hundred different variations, though never reaching that same intensity they'd experienced when Frank had leaped spontaneously on the bed in his uncontrolled frenzy. Denise didn't raise another objection, and was happy and satiated but tired when dawn finally broke, for one could only take so much sex. A lot, maybe ... but still, there's a limit to everyone.
"Denise! Close that curtain, will you? How in hell am I supposed to take a light reading?"
"No need to shout," Denise snapped back, withdrawing from the huge window, where she had been watching the scene on Hollywood Boulevard below while waiting for the shooting to start. She ambled petulantly to the makeup table where Cindy was sitting, her spiked heels making sharp clicking sounds as she walked.
"I'm bushed," she complained, sinking into a sling chair next to her girlfriend and checking her own makeup in the mirror. Her normally straight hair was curled and teased into a cloud of ringlets around her face, and her eyes were heavy with the weight of her thick false eyelashes.
"You're not the only one," Cindy sighed, pulling a pair of sheer black stockings on and fastening them to the snaps of her black garter belt.
"We sure look like a pair of hookers," Denise said critically, perusing their reflections in the glass.
"We'd be no good in this racket if we looked like missionaries," Cindy countered. "Hey, what's the matter with you today, anyway? You're acting awful cranky."
"Just tired, I guess. Maybe my period's coming on." She had been unreasonably cranky and impatient lately, she supposed, wrapping her thin silk kimono around her shoulders. But they'd worked so hard in the past six months ...eight films since she'd forsaken home and college for a job at Straight Arrow Productions. It had been exciting, certainly, but it seemed as if the time had been nothing but a continuous round of sex and more sex. Well, you're the one who agreed to this, her image in the mirror seemed to taunt her. Yes, but I didn't imagine it would only be this, she answered herself.
She averted her eyes from her scornful reflection, glancing around the cavernous loft that served as a sound stage. Jack was conferring with Frank under the kleig lights across the room, and her eyes roved idly over his naked body she now knew so well. Day and night the three of them were together, until they functioned like a precision instrument. Their films were every bit the success that Frank had prophesied, and money was beginning to roll in. Maybe soon they could take a short vacation and go away for a much-needed rest...
Funny the way fate works out, she mused. Who knows what might have happened if Cindy hadn't been naked on the roof-deck that particular Saturday afternoon? She would still be at home with her bitchy mother, living her respectable life. She tried with some difficulty to remember the way she had been before then ...shy, naive, an innocent virgin. Oh, she'd been an uptight prude, no doubt about that, but there was a strange appeal to that, too, she thought with a little twinge of nostalgic regret...
"Excuse me ..."
Denise's reverie was interrupted by a soft, hesitant voice. A very pretty girl with chestnut brown hair was standing nervously just inside the studio door. Denise couldn't help noticing that underneath the light raincoat she was wearing, the girl had a dynamic build-and she couldn't have been a day over eighteen.
"Yes?" Frank said, walking over to the girl.
"What can I do for you?"
"Taffy Tucker said you were auditioning for a new film here," the girl said shyly. "So me and my friend, we thought we'd apply."
"Well, we're always looking for new faces," Frank assured her. "C'mon in, and we'll see how you look."
"Gee, thanks!" The girl ducked her head back out the door, calling: "Leonard?" And then a handsome youth crowded in beside her ...a boy hardly older than she, Denise judged, sandy-haired and wiry in a loose-jointed muscular way.
Frank steered the couple toward the makeshift office in the far corner, while they gazed around at the studio equipment with undisguised excitement.
Denise recognized their expressions. They were probably fresh off the bus from Kansas, ready to take the big town by storm. And if the girl's contact was Taffy Tucker ... Denise smiled to herself. Taffy was a notorious figure in the underground art world, a bizzare creature of exotic sexual tastes. Lord knows how these two innocents got tangled up with him, she thought as she watched them step into Frank's office. She noticed the sensuous way of the girl's prim buttocks, and the graceful stride of the boy's muscular loins. Well, life might not be perfect, but there were compensations... Yes, there certainly were compensations!
