Maybe it wasn't such a great idea after all to leave the theater, Britt Meldon thought to herself. I thought I'd see more of Larry that way but things have worked out just the opposite, the Swedish beauty mumbled to herself.
Britt Bjornsen was already one of Scandinavia's leading stage actresses when she arrived in New York to play Nora in Ibsen's drama "The Doll's House." None of the New York critics could heap enough compliments on the lovely sensitive actress for her portrayal of the role and her acting talents were much in demand. Triumph after triumph on the stage led to a meeting with Lawrence Meldon, Broadway's wealthiest producer who was at that time organizing a summer theater festival. The forty-five year old producer had been immediately smitten with the gorgeous platinum-haired actress and they had been married soon after.
After her theater commitment with the summer festival, Britt had decided to retire from the stage even though she was only twenty-six years old. Her retirement, she thought, would give her more time to spend with her handsome husband as she wouldn't be spending so much time on her own busy career.
What a mistake, indeed, she mumbled as she pressed the elevator button to the penthouse suite. He spends more time down here with his repertory company or on some new production than I ever did with my career.
Something else was bothering the long-legged blonde beauty as well. In spite of her sensuous appearance and her nightly sexual nature, Britt was really not terribly interested in the swinging bedroom games that went on behind the stages of the Broadway theaters. Larry was quite enough for her. But, strangely, Larry had been hinting more and more strongly that it would be good for their marriage if she would take another partner, preferably if he could be involved.
Although Britt was quite certain that Larry fucked around behind her back, she wasn't interested in getting involved herself. Why, I think I'd die of embarrassment with someone watching! She had to admit, though, that the thought of sexual intercourse with another man did not repel her in any way. Before Larry there had been hundreds of lovers for the fabulously beautiful actress but now for the moment she seemed content with just one man, her husband.
It was a warm day and her blood stirred lazily in her veins as she waited for the unusually slow elevator. She could feel a lingering sensuality in he shapely limbs as she recalled her husband's hotly stimulating caresses of the night before. In spite of his suggestions that she find another lover he still did not neglect her sexually. In fact, he insisted upon frequent and heated fucking with her. He pulled her down with him at the oddest moments, and sometimes ordered everyone out of his penthouse office so that they could lie together on the sofa in the office and writhe nakedly together in the middle of a busy afternoon.
Britt blushed at the remembrance of their wild fucking in his office, but it was so wonderful to feel desired by a dynamic man like Larry who could have the pick of thousands of women. She felt she had been able to control her powerful sexual needs from other men because of him. She was becoming much more contented with just one man instead of the string of lovers she was accustomed to. Her slender, well proportioned body had grown used to just the increasingly intense delights that her husband treated it to. The Scandinavian beauty often thought of herself as a wanton pagan, a blonde goddess of love. Only this love was not sinful or evil, since she indulged in it with her own husband.
At last, she sighed, as the light flickered on indicating that the elevator had finally arrived. Maybe Larry can slip out for lunch with me today, she thought hopefully as she pressed the button for the penthouse floor. "Britt!"
She was startled out of her thoughts as she heard the sound of her husband's voice as the elevator door opened to the suite.
"Darling," she whispered, looking at his thick gray hair and those piercing but kindly blue eyes and the strong chin that she loved so well.
"I didn't know you were coming up here today ... I thought this was your day with Mr. Bobby or whatever that hairdresser's name is," Larry said pleasantly.
"It's Roberto," Britt said blushing, "and I'm going on Thursdays now." A smiling young Oriental woman was standing over by the huge picture windows watching the scene. Britt recognized Marlene Gee, the choreographer for one of Larry's current productions. She smiled at the lovely Chinese dancer and went into Larry's inner office behind him.
The door closed and Larry reached around to catch his wife around the waist. He held her close up against him, so close that Britt could feel every ridge of his rising penis against her softly trembling belly.
"Were you thinking you could catch your hubby for a quick fuck, you wicked woman?"
"Yes," she admitted. "It was on my mind!"
"As usual," he stated teasingly, holding her tighter still, until Britt could feel the beginning of that weakness that she often got before she gave in completely to the mounting strength of her desire.
"Well, actually I was thinking more of tonight, after the theater," she whispered, kissing him softly on the neck, her arms twined about his shoulders. As much as she enjoyed making love with her sexy husband, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed when he suggested that they do it right there on the couch in his office. She thought of the steady stream of people coming through the suite, and Marlene Gee, the exotic Oriental choreographer waiting outside.
Britt felt almost naked as she stood there in her husband's arms. The firm breasted young beauty had never worn a bra and under her light dress she wore only a pair of string bikini briefs, so tiny that they just barely covered the tiny golden triangle of her silk covered pubic hair. She could feel the tops of her naked inner thighs rubbing warmly together, and she parted her legs ever so slightly, feeling a fullness and yearning deep in her belly that made her shiver in lewdly rising desire.
The slightly shy Swedish blonde was just about to forget about who might come into her husband's office when the telephone rang.
Larry left her and picked up the receiver.
"Georgie." Larry said.
Britt groaned softly from the heat in her cunt that his embrace had caused and Larry looked at-her as if to say, "I can't help the phone call, can I?" Britt knew that Larry was currently negotiating with Georgie Barber for a part in one of his upcoming productions. She had worked with Georgie herself on a couple of occasions. The blonde actress had heard that the handsome leading man was gay as were many of Broadway's other featured actors but she could confirm that that particular rumor was most assuredly untrue! From personal experience!
"Well, you old bastard, how are things going?" Larry asked, sitting down in an oversized chair.
Britt approached him and kissed him on the forehead. "I'm going over to Bloomingdale's to look for a leather bag," she whispered. "I'll see you tonight."
The silver-haired producer blew his wife a kiss as she left his office and turned his attention back to the telephone conversation. "What's going on, George ... have you thought about the part? Roger is willing to adapt it if you'll accept the part."
Larry could heard the whine of the elevator as it arrived at the floor to take his wife down and in another second he saw Marlene Gee framed in the doorway of his inner office. He motioned for her to lock the door, and with a satisfied little smile she did so. Marlene had come over to discuss business but ... that could wait!
Marlene walked knowingly toward the producer. The young Oriental woman gave the outward appearance of being a reserved capable creature who would and could do no wrong. Her lithe, dancer's body was almost like that of a child.
Only she and Larry knew of the special relationship between them. It was an affinity that they had discovered only a few nights ago when they had been rehearsing late down at the theater loft. That night shimmered in their memories, as in the comfortably sedate office with the sun shining through the windows. The Chinese dancer moved around the side of Larry's big desk, littered with scripts.
"Well, I'm glad about that, anyway, Georgie ... if you think of...," Larry was saying into the receiver.
Marlene's sleek black hair was tied back in a knot at the nape of her golden neck, and now as she stood beside the producer, she untied it, letting it fall in silken waves around her slender dancer's shoulders. It was raven black, and it was magnificent. She smiled and her slanted almond-shaped brown eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her softly chiseled Oriental face was free of makeup, and a natural inner beauty shone from her features as she knelt down on the floor beside Larry's seated figure. She was a gorgeous young creature and more than willing to do anything that would further her career with this influential man.
"I can't honestly say that we're willing to go that high, George!"
Larry nodded to the Chinese choreographer and swiftly the young woman reached toward the zipper of the producer's fly. The soft sound of its descent rose from beneath the desk, as Larry swung his chair around sideways. Easily, Ms. Gee's deft golden fingers reached in and clasped the thickly swollen mass of Larry's cock. Only his features reflected the emotion he felt as her fingers began a slow up and down movement on the nakedly exposed flesh of his throbbing erectness.
"Georgie ... you're being ... no ... of course not!"
Marlene held Larry's heavily hardened cock in one hand and began to pull the thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip of his straining penis shooting upward to glisten nakedly in the air.
"Big and hard," she murmured so softly that no one could possibly hear, even straining their ears. "Mmmmmmmmmm ... nice ... big cock!"
The Oriental woman looked up inquiringly and Larry nodded to her once more. She knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, she slid her dancer's leotard upward, revealing the very tops of her shapely, beautifully tapered legs, encased in matching black leotard tights. She removed her ballet slippers and stood in her stocking feet on the deep pile of the rug in the producer's office and then reaching upward, she began to peel down her tights revealing a soft pubic triangle covered with jet black curls, and Larry could feel his hardened cock give an excited lurch at the sight of it. He was listening to the talkative actor's voice in one ear, but his mind was there between Marlene Gee's soft, golden-skinned young thighs. Larry watched with admiration as the choreographer's face clouded over that with a desire that was new and delightful for him.
Her lithe body went into what was becoming a familiar ritual. She raised her arms over her head provocatively, pushing her long jet black shining hair up and then releasing it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. Her soft lips quivered and pouted sexily as she languidly moved closer. Already he could smell that wonderful scent of the perfume that she spread between her soft silken thighs. It smelled of some mysterious exotic garden.
And now her tiny panties had been rolled off in a single motion with the black tights and she spread her long legs wide as Larry closed his knees together. The smooth golden flesh of her thighs gleamed sensually above him. Centered directly above him, lay the perfect dark triangle of Marlene's seductively quivering young pussy. She seemed about to go into one of her acrobatic splits as her feet slipped outward further and further as she shuffled forward that way like the agile dancer she was to place her nakedly quivering loins over Larry's heavily burgeoning cock. Simultaneously, the soft curl-fringed lips of her cunt were opening wider still as she lowered herself onto the long hard shaft throbbing directly up at its wetly glistening mouth from below.
"Not necessarily, Georgie..." Larry was talking to the actor and trying to concentrate but his mind was in several other directions. The producer was just as happy that Britt had decided to go shopping instead of sticking around to wait while he talked to the actor. There was nothing that excited him more than this fabulous Oriental beauty practicing her charms on him.
The lithe figured Chinese choreographer brought herself slowly down as she faced the excited producer. He was almost old enough to be her father. In fact, in a strange sort of way he was almost like her own father except that he was a white man. For each of them this secret closeness meant a soothing of deep psychological needs. Sexual needs, granted, but deep-seated needs that were nonetheless present.
The Oriental dancer bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness of Larry's cock touching against her naked young cunt flesh. She let herself remain poised upon its quivering tip, her pinkly exposed inner pussy flesh pulsing wetly against his smooth, rubbery cockhead. Then she began to move. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to Larry's without interfering with the telephone and licked the wetly pointed tip of her tongue into his free ear.
"Uhhhhhh..." Larry suddenly groaned, his face reddening and his grunted directly into the mouthpiece.
"What the fuck's going on?" Georgie asked, hearing the sharp grunt on his end of the telephone.
"Mmmmmmmmmm ... nothing ... nothing ... continue, Georgie ... I just hit myself on the knee with my drawer ... just go on ... don't worry about it!"
But Georgie was really not getting the full attention of the producer for Marlene Gee's full, soft breasts beneath her dancing leotard were pressing against his chest. Her slick, wet outer cuntal lips were beginning to slither up and down the length of his cock, though he had not yet entered her fully.
The producer began to daydream. The droning sound of the egotistical actor, the wonderful intimacy of the exotic dancer, his young Scandinavian wife able to go shopping for anything she wanted. All these unrelated thoughts went through his head as his rock-hard penis swelled into even greater rigidity. The exciting Chinese woman was moving faster and faster, building up a friction in the external area of her widespread pussy, feeling the wealthy producer's thickening cock throb and tremble against her. She stopped her pace and began to ride slowly and sensually over it. The fleshy penis between her legs felt good to her as the thick foreskin slid back and forth beneath the pressuring, and finally the full fleshy surface became a bulbous mass against the pit of her steaming cunt. She knew instinctively it was time then!
This influential producer's big cock! What she could do with it! And, more importantly where it would get her! She smiled to him as she panted above him and then planted small kisses on his lips.
"Larry, are you still there? For Christ's sake I ask you a question and you don't even respond. Are you dead?"
"Cool it, Georgie. Of course, I hear you. What were you saying about Roger's script?"
Marlene's breasts were nudging into his chest, her soft sweet breath in his nostrils, her wetly quivering cunt on his cock.
The Chinese woman's full golden dancer's thighs spread outward and the thin pink slit of her warmly seeping vagina nestled lovingly now against his long, hot, lust-engorged cock where it thrust upward from the opening in his pants. Larry moved his arms around the young Oriental and she put hers up around his neck. Her fresh, moistly hair-lined cunt slid tenderly up and down along the blood-swollen shaft of his cock, and her body began to jerk wildly. The passionate dancer was deep in an erotic trance. She could not make a sound, but the sound was all inside her.
The lovely yellow-skinned woman reached her hand down and spread her aching cuntal lips with her fingers as much as possible and then let the big smooth-headed cock fit up inside their moistened circumference.
Unable to stand any more of it, Larry cried out, "Aaaahh ... aaaahhhhhh!" and fucked his hips forward and upward as hard as he could. Marlene could hardly keep from crying out, but somehow she managed as the thickly advancing cock slid slowly upward into her tightly clenching cunt. Hotly it wormed its head up into her tender softness, and she worked her hips down upon it, filling herself with it, and wanting it with all her seething flesh.
"Larry? What the hell's going on over there? Are you getting a blow job or something?"
"Jesus Christ, Georgie," Larry blurted out breathlessly, "for the third time ... nothing's going on!"
Larry completely tuned out as he began to fuck upward higher and higher into the moist darkness of the young Chinese choreographer's hungrily devouring cunt.
"Yeah ... yeah," he murmured, "Hmmmm ... uh..." At this point Larry didn't even care if he was mumbling in the right places.
Marlene Gee wanted to scream out to him as she had before when he was not on the telephone. "Do it to me ... fuck me ... fuck me with your big cock!"
The older producer had begun a steady rhythm up into her tight warm cunt, and his strong hard cock was pushing, sliding, racing farther, the whole of it arching from the strong vaginal pressure on it. His over-stimulated penis throbbed between the tender vaginal lips, the elastic rimmed tightness of the young choreographer. She sent fiery thrills through him as he began to flick his hips hard up and down. He felt her alternately relax and tighten onto his advancing and retreating cock.
The Oriental's naked buttocks, trembling and yellow, slid up and down upon Larry Meldon's trousered legs as she felt herself ramming open-mouthed down upon him. She had freed his testicles from his pants and they snuggled up into the tightly clenched crevice between her nakedly grinding young ass-cheeks.
She had never felt him fucking higher or hard up inside her! Her warm velvety pussy clung hot and naked to his heavily driving cock, the mouth spreading wide to admit every inch of his slippery thrusting penis. She began to groan now and emit low hums of ecstatic bliss. Her breasts heaved and her lips twisted with erotic passion. Her mouth worked excitedly as her voluptuously writhing body broke out in a thin film of perspiration. Her head rolled from side to side, her dark hair swaying as her broadly flaring hips began a slow demanding roll above her the older man's heavily impaling cock.
Suddenly, with an erotically wet juicy noise, her hungrily grasping pussy screwed itself nakedly down even more tightly against his exposed loins and Larry was forced to clench his teeth tight together in a desperate effort to control himself.
"Right ... yeah ... sure ... you're right, Georgie," he said into the mouthpiece, and when he heard the actor's voice continue he was fairly certain that he had made a correct response.
In the meantime, the young Chinese woman who lewdly straddled Larry's rampant cock had entered another world. Her ripe feminine body was bursting with lust as every section of it responded with agonizing delight. She fucked up and down on Larry's impalingly rigid cock, wildly untamed and relentlessly. She gurgled softly as the licentiously mounting sensations overtook her right there in his office which his wife had just left. Out the window she could see the teeming streets and the quiet theaters of Broadway as it was still only mid-day. Crowds of people passed by oblivious to her sexual antics floors above them. To the ambitious dancer nothing else mattered but the incredible feelings raging inside her totally filled and churning cunt, making her quiver wildly as the hard blunt cockhead pistoned hotly in and out against her inner cuntal flesh.
Her warm wet pussy walls jerked and twitched spasmodically around Larry's lust-driven cock as the startling tide of his orgasm struck him.
The producer's loins exploded and released out a wildly burning heat as his sperm spurted outward and up into the softly yielding flesh that surrounded his throbbing cock. Then great gusts of steam seemed to fill him as he fucked on up into the hotly flowing liquid of both their wildly spewing orgasms.
The couple seemed to cum forever, his hot wet semen ricocheting wildly against the Oriental dancer's desperately contracting womb. Her hands grabbed onto his silver hair as they writhed together on the chair and choked back the moans that threatened to pour forth from both their lips.
Larry knew that Marlene was cumming not once but several times in rapid succession. Her eyes were totally lost, turned upward into their sockets as a glistening bit of saliva formed upon her lips. He could see that she was enjoying it every bit as much as he. She was squirming hotly this way and that, grinding her yellow-skinned, voluptuously curved ass-cheeks up and down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of cascading sperm from his wildly climaxing cock. Her mount moved down hard on his suddenly, and Larry felt everything inside him lurch toward the woman who was young enough to be his daughter.
He was giving her his all, and this acute, sky-thrusting orgasm was his reward. It spun through his system, creating a wild sensuous turmoil in every nerve ending in his body. The wealthy producer felt the receding sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking pressure of his choreographer's slender, hair-lined cuntal passage on his slowly deflating cock. A thin rivulet of perspiration trickled from his forehead as Ms. Gee slumped at last into his arms. There was a pool of wetness where their naked flesh still touched, and Larry was glad he always kept a change of clothes at the office. They would certainly come in handy. Fortunately, too for Marlene who had changed into her dancing leotard to show him a new routine she was working out.
Holy Christ! She's insatiable!
Suddenly in the midst of his sexual explosion a little bell sounded in his brain. He was still supposedly carrying on a conversation with Georgie Barber. A strange little idea popped into his brain out of nowhere.
"Listen Georgie, Britt's gone over to Bloomingdale's looking at handbags or some damn thing ... of course, it's got something to do with this conversation ... why don't you go over there and pick her up!"
"What the hell for, Larry?" Georgie asked uncomprehendingly.
"Jesus, for a big stud around town you can be fucking dumb sometimes, Georgie boy ... take her home ... fuck the little lady ... use your imagination!" Larry said expansively.
"Shit, Larry! What brought this on? I thought we were discussing Roger's play. Suddenly, in mid conversation I'm supposed to get my ass over to Bloomingdale's to fuck your wife! Are you cracking up? Has your mind become so preoccupied with getting backing for this Arthur production that you've finally flipped out?"
"As a matter-of-fact I'm going down to Grant Fraser's Connecticut estate and I'm pretty sure that he's going to be an angel for that production ... no, Britt has nothing to do with me "flipping out" as you so eloquently put it ... it just occurred to me that she could use a little servicing this afternoon ... I'm tied up here," Larry said, winking broadly at the Chinese beauty he had just moments before fucked and who was making no attempt to get dressed.
"Uh, well...," Georgie mumbled uncertainly, "do you think Britt would go for it. I mean since you've been married I don't think she's ever...,"
"Listen, baby, if she thinks I don't know about it, this afternoon she'll go for it. I'm hoping I can get out of here this afternoon early. Is your extra key to your apartment still with the stage manager?"
"Yeah, I always leave one with him in case I get locked out which has happened several times. Why?"
Larry laughed. "Why do you think? So I can slip into your place and watch you ramming that big fabled prick of yours into my wife's tight little cunt! You don't have much imagination these days, Georgie. In the old days you would have suggested it yourself!"
"Not with your wife, I wouldn't have!" Georgie protested.
The producer laughed again. "Stop trying to sound like the wounded innocent. This is a direct order. Get over to Bloomingdale's. I'll try to get over to your apartment to watch you in action. Don't disappoint me now!"
CHAPTER TWO
Britt Meldon felt a little shaken from her meeting with her husband. Too bad, he got that phone call she thought. It would have been nice to fuck this afternoon. Instead, here I am trying to concentrate on this selection of handbags.
The Swedish blonde picked up a green leather pocketbook and examined the inside. They really do make shoddy leather goods, these days, she mumbled. She summoned the saleswoman over and asked if she didn't have something in an alligator clutch.
"Yes, we do have something. They just came in, wait a second and I'll get one to show you. Say, aren't you Britt Bjornsen?"
"Why yes, I am." Britt replied pleasantly, happy to have been recognized.
"Gee, I miss you on the stage. There's really no one worth seeing these days. Are you thinking about doing anything soon?"
"No, I retired from the stage last year."
The saleswoman shook her head. "What a shame ... you're so young ... and such a wonderful actress ... oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to get so personal ... I'll just go and get the bag."
Britt smiled and told the woman that she didn't mind at all but the woman had struck a chord in the lovely blonde. Here she was spending a leisurely afternoon shopping for a handbag which she really didn't need. This shopping trip was something she had never had time for when she'd been working but now she had nothing but time on her hands. The reason she'd retired from the stage at the ripe old age of twenty-six was to spend time with her husband. But, truly it didn't make a lot of sense because he was always working anyway. She now filled her days with buying, buying, buying. Articles she didn't need and never got around to even using. Why, I must have six green handbags at least and I never wear green, she thought!
Besides, when she wasn't working she had a problem keeping her mind occupied and away from the sexual devils that haunted her when she let her guard down. Being the wife of a very wealthy man had its special problems. She shuddered as she waited for the saleswoman to return with the unneeded green purse. The heat from the contact with her husband still remained between her trim thighs and her breasts ached to be touched. Why didn't the woman hurry up! The young blonde knew she was going to have to go home to masturbate that afternoon!
"Why, Britt, imagine meeting you here."
The Swedish actress turned and saw that the voice belonged to Georgie Barber.
"Georgie! What a surprise. What are you doing here shopping with the masses. When I left Larry you were talking to him on the phone."
"Yeah, I had to talk to him about Roger's play. I had to come over here though to get a new wallet. Mine's really had it. What are you doing this afternoon?"
"Well, nothing really. I had some shopping Britt hesitated. She hated to sound so purposeless.
"If you're not busy, why don't we have a drink somewhere?"
"UH ... okay..." She told herself that the past was all over and even though they had had a brief affair a couple of years ago there was no reason to shy away from this handsome young actor. If she watched herself she had the strength to resist. He was smiling in a friendly manner and his expression showed that he genuinely wanted to have a quiet drink with no strings attached. She must act natural, Britt told herself. Her burning slightly damp cunt from her husband's caress made her feel more vulnerable than she had felt in months.
Barely examining the green bag the saleswoman brought over for her inspection, Britt opened her purse and took out a credit card.
"I'll take it, thank you for your trouble," she said hardly glancing at the package as she tucked it under her arm and waited for Georgie to purchase a Moroccan leather billfold.
"Now for that drink," the handsome actor said taking Britt by the arm and guiding her out of the busy department store. Searching his brain for an excuse to get the lovely blonde wife of his producer back to his apartment, he suddenly came up with one. Looking up at the sky, he said to Britt, "you know I don't like the look of that sky, I'm sure we're in for a downpour. Do you mind if I go home for an umbrella? We'll just grab a cab, it's just a couple of minutes from here."
Trying to keep her voice calm not wanting to let him know that she wanted to avoid his apartment at all costs, she tried to make her voice casual. "No, of course not. Are you still over on Sutton Place?"
"The same old place," Georgie replied searching around for a cab. "Taxi."
The yellow cab pulled up and they both climbed in. The car moved slowly through the traffic on the busy street and Britt looked out the window.
"It certainly does look like rain," she said trying to keep the conversation light.
"Uh ... huh..."
Britt couldn't help noticing how attractive the actor was. She had always thought he was one of the handsomest leading men in the theater as well as a good actor but today for some reason it seemed even more apparent to the frustrated young wife. He was so slim and that dark wavy hair ... Almost against her will, she let her blue eyes graze over his long legs and the interesting bulges that a pair of tight blue jeans can accent so well.
"It's been a long time, Britt. How are you?" Georgie inquired now, and she wrenched herself back to the reality of the situation. Was he really just being friendly? Were they really going back to his apartment for an umbrella? It did look like rain, but....
"Just fine. You look good, Georgie. Are you seriously considering Roger's new play?"
"Yeah, that and the Arthur play looks like a hit if they get a backer for it. Larry said something about Grant Fraser putting up some bread. That old bastard would do anything to be involved in the theater. It keeps him in young actresses."
"Another one of those, huh. I guess he can afford it with all the money he's made."
Suddenly, it began to rain and for some idiotic reason, Britt felt better. Now the umbrella excuse is really valid, she thought, grasping at any justification for being in this taxi on the way to Georgie Barber's apartment. The nervous blonde clutched and unclutched her fingers, clasping them tightly together upon her leather bag which she held in her lap. Already, she was wishing that she had stayed in bed that morning instead of making the surprise visit to Larry's office.
Georgie could feel Britt's nervousness beside him and he wanted to tell her that there was nothing to worry about, but he knew that was a lie. He couldn't wait to get to his apartment and not for the reason that the young blonde's husband had asked him to take her there but because he genuinely desired the luscious creature. He had always been sorry that she had married Lawrence Meldon and turned her life into some sort of monogamous sainthood. She had been one of the best fucks on Broadway. He wondered if she still felt the same way about him.
The young actor thought about the situation he found he himself in. He had called up Larry to chat about the script he'd been sent and all of a sudden Larry is grunting and groaning in the telephone as if he weren't paying any attention to the conversation whatsoever and then incredibly the producer was asking him, practically ordering him to get Britt over to his apartment so he could come over and watch his wife and Georgie fucking. It was too bizarre to contemplate in the worst plot he'd ever read but there was Britt right beside him in the taxi as if there was a script they were following.
"Here we are, Britt ... pull over here ... thanks," he said hopping out and paying the cabby.
Britt jumped out and ran for the front of the building but not before she was soaked by the rain which had gotten to be like a monsoon in the short time since they'd left the store. The former actress suddenly felt wet and cold but still with the throbbing hungry ache between her legs. She felt like a little child that wanted to be comforted but, she chided herself, that was dangerous thinking. The man she was with was a former lover not her husband. She'd just go in and wait while he picked up the umbrella and then they'd go out for that drink.
But, now I'm all wet and look a fright how can we go to a bar. Oh everything's getting so confused. She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she'd hardly realized that they were in the elevator and it was stopped.
"Come on, Britt. Ride's over," Georgie said beginning to fumble with his keys in front of his door.
Once more Britt reminded herself that Georgie was a friend of Larry's and she owed him the courtesy of not acting like some suspicious schoolgirl. Just because he was a former lover of hers was no reason for her to start acting so silly. She felt a little better as she entered the apartment. It had changed a bit since she'd been there last some time ago.
"Whew. I feel like a drowned rat." Britt said.
"Me too. Why don't we stay here to have that drink? Would you like a glass of brandy?"
"Yes. Thank you. That would be nice." she said moving over to the sofa.
As the handsome actor disappeared into the kitchen to get some glasses, Britt settled down on the comfortable couch. Her body was internally behaving very oddly indeed. At this moment, Britt felt very far from the faithful wife she had forced herself to become since her marriage to Larry. She was acutely aware of the fact that she was in the apartment of a former lover of hers. The Scandinavian actress was enjoying the attention
Georgie was paying her.
Silently she sat uncomfortably upon the sofa. Her dress was slightly damp, although she felt quite a bit warmer than before. She wished that she had worn a coat for she feared the thin silk jersey of her dress had become so translucent with the rain that the round brown tips of her bare nipples beneath were clearly visible. Oh god, what am I doing here with Georgie? I should have taken a cab home after I left Larry's office. She felt her vagina clench tightly from just the thought of being in the same apartment alone with the attractive leading man.
"Here you go, Britt," George said, entering the room with two brandy snifters. She took the glass gratefully. She could not help looking forward to its warmth.
The French liquor tasted delicious, and Britt sat back, just a bit more at ease than before. She tried, however, to keep her arms in front of her just in case her nipples showed too clearly through the wet material of her dress. Once again she silently wished that she had worn a coat over the light dress.
"You've changed the place around a bit," she said, talking to take her mind from any other thoughts of sexuality that might threaten to arise. "It's really nice. What have you been doing with your time besides the theater, I mean?"
"Well, I don't want this to become general knowledge but I'm working on a book."
Britt looked interested. "A book? About what?"
"It's science fiction," he said searching her face to see if she would laugh. She didn't and he went on satisfied that she didn't think he was crazy. "I was always interested in reading it when I was a kid. In fact, the bookstore couldn't keep up with me. There just didn't seem to be enough of it around. I had this idea in my mind for a long time and I decided to see if it would work into anything readable."
"Is it adult fiction or for general consumption?" Britt questioned.
"Uh ... it's adult all right. That's one thing that always bothered me about those science fiction novels. They were always so sexless. All the guys just got off on their rocket ships and that was all. Sort of like the early westerns where all the cowboys kissed their horses instead of fucking the local schoolmarms or the preacher's daughter like happened in real life. I injected quite a bit of sex into this one but not at the expense of the plot. Would you like to read some? I haven't shown it to anyone else yet. I'd be interested in having your opinion about whether it's erotic or not."
"Sure, Georgie. I'd love to read it." she said instantly. She didn't really want to look at the book at all but at least that would keep the sexual energy in the room down to a discussion level and she wouldn't have to worry about anything happening between her and the darkly good-looking actor.
Georgie got up and started into the spare room, motioning her to follow.
"I'm using this as a study. It's where I do my writing," he said.
On legs that wobbled and trembled from her inward battle to control herself, Britt followed the young actor into the room.
"Won't you sit down on that chair there?" Georgie pointed to a chair that was placed between a spare bed and his desk. He went behind the desk and reached up for a thick file folder which apparently contained his manuscript.
Britt sat down. There was a quivering insider her, a numb spot that was a warning when it came to life. I mustn't get carried away now, she told herself. I must remain aloof.
Georgie handled the file with the loose sheets in it carefully and handed it to the young blonde. His dormant penis began to pulse with life as he thought of Britt Meldon's sensuously naked body writhing hotly around beneath him on the bed.
Jesus, she's so beautiful! Forget about Larry! I just want to fuck her this afternoon.
The handsome actor felt such incredible sensations that he wondered how much Britt was feeling. His cock throbbed excitedly as he thought of the tightness and the strength of the voluptuous woman's cunt, wrapping itself around his up-thrusting penis as she would fuck it sensuously up and down. He saw that as usual she was not wearing a brassiere. In fact, the dampness of her dress plastered the expensive silk jersey material to her firm breasts making an incredibly erotic sight. She'd been clasping her arms in front of her keeping them hidden from him at first, but the brandy seemed to be relaxing her and she allowed her breasts to jut proudly from her chest even though she felt his eyes burning into her erect nipples. Georgie knew that he was working up to the strongest orgasm that he had ever known. He was hoping that he might be called upon to satisfy this outlandish craving that was consuming him.
The brandy indeed had made the luscious Swedish blonde feel more relaxed and she was beginning to enjoy the sexy feeling she was experiencing instead of fighting it. After all, she was a mature woman and she felt now that she would be able to handle her former lover and her own emotions if they got out of hand. She'd always liked him. She knew that he would never do anything to harm her. She was almost afraid to look at his crotch, afraid of him catching her sizing him up.
Unable to resist, she did allow herself a peek and she was surprised at the hugeness of the bulge in his jeans. She closed her eyes tight to control herself as she felt a definite urge to reach out and touch and caress his penis and cup it with her hands.
Georgie's mind was directed back to his conversation with Larry. The conversation had been totally one-sided on his part until suddenly out of the blue, the producer had suggested that Georgie fuck Britt. How had he put? Something about Britt needing servicing this afternoon ... and ... oh yes, then he's asked about the stage manager still having the key to his apartment. Larry wanted to get the key to sneak up and watch his wife getting fucked. It was almost too much for even Georgie's extensive experience. Most men he knew were extremely possessive with their wives especially in the case of an older man like Larry when he had a young beautiful wife like Britt. Even though he had his share of the most desirable women the city had to offer, none of them had ever matched Britt Meldon in either beauty or in sensuality.
He put on a record aware that Britt was watching his every move.
"I'd like you to read over some of my book. Tell me what you think about it. You don't have to read all of it, of course, just kind of scan through to get the feel of it. You can read all of it some other time."
Britt nodded. She could feel the familiar burning between her legs. What would the book be about? He had said adult science fiction. She flipped through into roughly the middle of the loose pages and began reading:
"Captain Jason began to shake Lieutenant Roda's body. She was clad in a form fitting silver jump suit that zipped down the back, and without even thinking too much about it, he began to pull the zipper all the way down.
"Eat her little cunt out, Captain Jason, eat it all out. Suck her dry" cried the alien figure with the massive cock hanging all the way down to the floor. Grotesquely, the greenish figure with the massive crowbar sized cock made his way over to the naked Lieutenant and prodded the alien greenish cock between her full naked buttocks. Then he found the entrance to her tight human rectum and pressed the gargantuan cock between her ass-cheeks.
"No ... no ... you horrible, whatever you are ... stop it," the dazed human woman cried, appalled that this creature should touch her with his weird green-hued deformed body. But, the creature paid no attention to her and neither did Captain Jason who was now avidly sucking her clitoris so hard that she felt back onto the floor of the UFO now impaled on the mammoth rod of the alien..."
Britt looked up shocked, her eyes bulging wide.
She was in a mass of confusion knowing that the lewd images she had just read would paralyze her.
"Britt," Georgie intoned softly. "I hope you enjoyed my writing. It is something different and you really have to read the whole story to get the general impression of my style. It's not fair to take things out of context." But Georgie had seen the passage she read and knew that there was really no other way to take it. He was glad she had chosen that part. He wished she would go on reading.
"Uh ... it's interesting, Georgie. I just wasn't expecting it to be uh ... quite like that. I've never read anything like it before." Now she was embarrassed and red as a beet. She downed another sip of the imported brandy to clam her shattered nerves.
She sat back down as though the breath had been knocked out of her. Was it her imagination, or did Georgie seem to be looking at her in a new way? She was sure he was looking at her breasts, and she could feel her nipples contracting at the thought. She kept her naked legs pressed tightly together as she sat primly on the edge of the chair. It was hard to play the part of the prude when she had just read that erotic literature that he was trying to pass off as science fiction.
"Would you like some more brandy?" George said in a soft voice. Britt seemed to hear him through a veil of confusion. She nodded yes, as Georgie got up to get more drinks.
This time Georgie returned with the whole bottle of brandy and two clean glasses.
"I hope you weren't shocked by my book, Britt. I'd really like you to read the whole thing. Maybe we could read it together some time. I'd like to read it aloud for you."
Dear god, that's all I need to have him reading that ... that pornography aloud....
The dashing actor took a deep sip from his glass, letting his eyes wander over the slim, well-rounded body on the chair across from him. He could remember every detail of her nakedness, every quiver of her taut little cunt around his steadily plunging cock.
"What do you want from me? Britt asked in sudden candor knowing he was doing everything to arouse her. She knew it. It was no accident that he had her read his book.
" Only what you want, Britt," Georgie replied, "to feel good together like we used to do."
His last response provoked a long silence while both of them mulled his words over in their minds. Britt downed the whole of her brandy, thankful for the burning warmth it created in her mouth and throat and then in her jittery stomach. She dared not speak. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy in her mouth, and she longed for more brandy. Georgie leaned back as if anticipating her thoughts, and she wondered if she had been looking too longingly at the bottle. He filled her snifter again, this time almost full, and her hand trembled so as she lifted it to her parched lips that several drops fell across the front of her form-fitting dress.
To wipe away the drops before they stained, she brushed her fingers across the wet spots and she could see the voluptuously large mounds of her breasts, the all too well-defined protrusions of her nipples beneath her clinging dress. She shivered as the brandy coursed down her throat this time, and then knew that all hope was lost when Georgie began to clear his throat. She had hoped that the silence might go on forever, that he might never speak the lewd words which would tell her what she already felt.
The young wife thought of her husband probably deeply engrossed in some negotiations for his new production while she was here in this apartment with her old lover.
The tall actor seemed disappointed that she hadn't been more receptive yet, but he was still undaunted, and she was alarmed when he went on talking as though she had no scruples.
If he would just make a move, I could handle it, she thought. But the way he just keeps looking at me with those brown eyes ... I can't stand it! He's fucking me with his eyes! I should get up and call a cab and go home but I feel so weak....
Georgie got up to change the record. He put on something soft and melodic. A record more appropriate for young lovers to listen to in the evening. Not something you'd chose for an afternoon.
The personable young man felt his cock jerk slightly as he felt the charged atmosphere in the room. He watched the expression crossing over the blonde woman's face with a new kind of inward satisfaction.
Britt was sitting motionless in the chair and Georgie could not resist bringing everything out into the open. "You do feel the same as I do, don't you darling? Nothing has changed from the time when we were lovers in the past. You do want me, don't you Britt? Just as I have been wanting you."
Shocked at his summation of their situation, Britt stood up quickly and tried to move past the desirable man. She felt hysteria mounting rapidly inside her as she half-whispered to him:
"No, we mustn't. It was different before. I'm a married woman, now. We must forget about the past. I have."
Georgie easily stopped her from leaving, taking hold of both of her wrists with a firm grasp. "You're lying, Britt. I know you're lying. You want it as much as I do!"
As soon as he touched her, Britt knew that she was lost. If she had been able to burst free at that moment she may have made it but his voice was too pleasant and his expression too mild, he meant to tease her into some kind of recurringly lewd affair with him. He knew about her weakness, she thought miserably, her breath coming in short gasps now. He was right. She did want him as much as he said he desired her.
The ex-actress tried to fight him briefly, but that realized that she was helplessly compromising her dignity. With great difficulty, she struggled to gain control of herself again. Certainly she could reason with her old lover. He was standing so close to her, his tall, thin body so near she could smell his musk oil cologne.
"I'm sure Larry would approve," he whispered confidently.
"Oh, you're wrong. I know he wouldn't. He wouldn't want me to go this far to preserve a friendship," Britt gasped desperately. But the young actor still held on to her.
"Please, Britt. I need you. I've wanted to see you so many times since you got married. You're being unreasonably faithful repressing yourself like this. Do you think for a minute that Larry is Mr. Faithful?"
The confused blonde sat down and covered her hands over her face to blot out the whole scene. Hoping that when she took away her hands she would be at home away from this uncomfortable situation away from the heat in her belly raging like a grassfire out of control.
"My god. I'm so confused. I just don't know what to do."
Georgie looked down at the tanned thighs that were now almost completely exposed she had sat down so carelessly. Her dress had edged up without her knowing and he could feel small beads of perspiration breaking out on his upper lip as he studied her delicate fullness.
"Come on, Britt. Don't deny yourself." he said, remembering her in the throes of uncontrollable passion in days gone by. Britt thought how ludicrous it was for her to be sitting there like that, with her former paramour, hovering over her. My life is getting to be more like a bad melodrama, she thought ruefully.
When she raised her head, ready to tell him that she would agree to meet him some other time, she saw something totally unexpected. There before her startled eyes was the heavily throbbing hardness of Georgie Barber's fully exposed young cock. He stood holding it now, just inches away from her face, and she jumped backwards, trying to move away from him.
"Georgie, please, for god's sake!" she cried, feeling her cunt hollowing up between her legs and knowing deep within her that it was too late, the devil was within her now. He had already grabbed her by the shoulders and was waving his nakedly throbbing cock in front of her face.
"Suck me, please," he said, so softly and pleadingly that she thought he might not have spoken after all. He said the words again and Britt knew that she had not been mistaken. "Suck my cock," he repeated, louder this time, pulling her head and shoulders toward the heavily throbbing head.
"I know you like to suck cock," he added reflectively. He had thought about her many sexual talents many times in the last year since she'd married. This made all his longing worth it, he mused, fondling the warmth of his rapidly hardening cock.
"Georgie, please. This is wrong! I'm a married woman. What if Larry found out? Let's just forget the whole thing. We'll pretend that it never happened." Britt babbled a steady stream of words, hardly realizing what she was saying. But none of her words seemed to help, and she visualized her husband, handsome and serious, unaware of what she was doing with one of his good friends. Little did the young wife realize that her "handsome and serious" husband had arranged the whole scenario so he could watch it!
Hopelessly flustered, she shuddered underneath the young actor's fingers. She felt his hand at the back of her head, against her face gently pushing. His other hand was still wrapped around his own rigid cock that stood out in the air in front of her hard and pulsating with desire. She could see him rubbing the wetly lubricated head with his thumb and forefinger, and then, he was rubbing it softly, familiarly, against her tightly clenched lips.
Britt fought for a moment, trying to move her blonde head from side to side in protest, grunting out her displeasure at the obscene performance that was being requested of her. Then with a sudden grasp for air her mouth opened wide.. Instantly, Georgie flicked his hips forward, sending the blood-filled head of his cock thrusting deep within the confines of the woman's tender lips.
Wildly, Britt fought her conflicting emotions, but Georgie, feeling the hot wetness of her inner-cheeks and tongue against his heavily pulsing penis, tangled his hands into his former lover's hair and forced her to begin a gentle sucking motion.
"Britt ... oh baby ... suck it ... suck my cock!" he murmured, oblivious to her as her lips hollowed to his every stroke. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh could be seen pulling from her ovaled lips as he drew down and back, and Georgie smiled to see Larry's wife in such a position. Passion mounting in his loins as his thoughts wandered, Georgie began a rhythmic fucking back and forth, never quite drawing his hungrily thrusting cock all the way out, but leaving the tip just up inside the warm moistness of her widely ovaled lips.
"How I've wanted you, Britt ... oh suck it all up!" he whispered, groaning as he thrust his loins forward into the warm, hotly clasping moistness. It was far, far better than he had remembered it to be. The memory of his last session of oral delights had not come near to this experience. Larry's wife's platinum blonde head bent backward as he pressed his stiffly probing cock forward into her mouth. Her deep blue eyes were alternately wide open and tightly close. It was what he had longed for! He had almost forgotten that it was this beauty's husband that had requested their coupling.
Georgie looked at the mirror on the opposite wall facing him so that he could see a good profile view of the producer's wife's face as his lust-hardened shaft continued to fuck rhythmically in and out of her widely ovaled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full length of it all the way down her swan-like throat. Almost all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made, until only a little stretch of its lust-hardened shaft showed glistening and protruding from between her lips.
Britt was so completely exhilarated by what was happening that she only whimpered now and then as the harshly thrusting rod of Georgie's cock plowed willfully into her now voluntarily sucking lips. The sensual blonde could fight herself no longer.
Oh, he's right, she thought. I love to suck him. His big juicy cock in my mouth ... I love to suck his cock!
With a nerve-tingling lick, her tongue thrust forward toward the throbbing head that pushed against it. The handsome actor began to smile as in the mirror he could see her beginning to come to life. The sensations around his happily surging cock told him that he had brought out her familiar sensuality that he knew from previous experience dwelled inside this beautiful woman.
He watched, hypnotized by the image in the glass, as the flesh of her soft pink lips was pulled apart as he pulled back and she began to suck his cock-head hungrily. Her breasts jerking and dancing within the loose folds of her dress added to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror.
Suddenly, another face appeared in the mirror. He had been so engrossed in the fabulous cock-sucking Britt was giving him that he had failed to hear his apartment door opening. Framed in the mirror now was the face of Britt's husband, Larry Meldon.
Jesus Christ, it didn't take them long, Larry thought. Look at her taking Georgie's big cock into her mouth like it was an ice cream. This is better than I thought. She's insatiable. Larry found himself getting instantly hard as he watched the hollowing cheeks of his wife sucking the actor's rampaging rod for all she was worth.
"Oh yes, take it all in your mouth!" Georgie hissed, letting his head roll backward as he arched his loins forward into her hotly sucking mouth.
Preoccupied as she was by the sinful act she was indulging in, Britt could still hear the wet sounds of her mouth-fucking by this man rising throughout the study mingling with the music from the stereo, as it provided background for their lustful performance.
"Faster ... faster ... oh suck it harder . . , . faster ... " Georgie's voice grunted out as she slaved and sucked hungrily below him. His hands in her hair twisted and pulled at the silken blonde strands and Britt could feel her body drenched with perspiration. She wanted the final moment to come. She anticipated his excitedly rising sensations and knew that soon the sweet pungent wetness would gush out hotly inexorably, into her now greedily wanting mouth never realizing for one second that there was another party voyeuristically observing her depravity. Her own husband was leering in the doorway immeasurably aroused by the scene he had created.
"Do it ... eat cock ... oh Jesus!" Georgie urged, soaring somewhere above the clouds. He could feel the pressure growing in his testicles, which he had freed from the encumbrance of his jeans. He knew from experience it wouldn't be long now, because his swollen cock felt like it was going to explode into twelve million parts!!
Strangely enough, Georgie was even more turned on to the cock-sucking Britt was giving him knowing that her husband was watching the scene. In fact, Georgie thought that Larry's suggestion that he get involved with Britt was the best he had ever had.
With eyes bulging, Larry watched as the young actor shoved his loins hard up against his wife's noisily sucking face, hearing her mumbles, but letting them go unheeded as he wished to remain totally inconspicuous. It was all he could do to keep from rushing in and joining the obscene spectacle!
Georgie, meanwhile, had started on the final race toward fulfillment to the long awaited end of his blissful torture! It was building ... building deep inside his quivering balls as he gasped and bared his lips back over his teeth. All along his incredibly hard penis he could feel the wild nibbling and sucking of Mrs. Lawrence Meldon's mouth. Bits of her saliva, warm and wet were overflowing and trickling down her chin as his bursting cock began a sudden wild staccato jerking that let loose a heavy flood of semen without warning into Britt's wildly sucking mouth.
"Aaaaaauuuuuuggghhh ... uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhh!" he moaned ecstatically.
Almost beside himself, Larry watched as gush after gush of white hot sperm bloated her cheeks unnaturally outward with each spurt of long accumulated sperm and she began to choke and swallow desperately against Georgie's salaciously fucking loins.
The actor's hands tangled tighter in her hair as he rasped out his pleasure. Convulsively, he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat, as Britt went on sucking as best she could, feeling the voluminous quantities of the young man's cum flowing deep down into her voraciously gulping throat.
Larry could see his wife's face totally contorted as with one last earth-shattering groan Georgie emptied the last of his white-hot cum between her lips and clutched her head to the dampness of his exposed loins. The producer was amazed at the size of the dark-haired actor's cock. It was mammoth and the way it had looked stuffed in his wife's mouth! Fabulous! He was ecstatic that Georgie had followed up on his suggestion. Things couldn't have worked out more spectacularly!
Britt shuddered against the still quivering thighs of the young actor. Gradually, his satiated penis was deflating in her mouth and she heard a great sigh of relief escape his lips. He was pulling away from her, and she simultaneously pulled back, letting the limp mass of his cock fall from her lips.
"Dear god, Georgie..." she cried softly as the intensity of her emotional arousal faded and the reality of what she had done hit her full force. She moved away from him and stood up, and then, trembling and shaken, she headed for the door. But something stopped her, and she turned back toward Georgie who was still standing there adjusting his pants.
Still strong in her mouth was the taste of his masculine cum and she knew that her hair was a fright and her clothes a rumpled mess.
Georgie looked at her in a way with was both grateful and apologetic at the same time.
"Baby, you were absolutely fabulous!" the actor said with truthful conviction.
Totally embarrassed by his lewd compliment, Britt stood mute, her eyes averted. The young blonde was totally silent.
Her husband heard the compliment though just before he slipped unnoticed out of the apartment. He wholeheartedly agreed!
CHAPTER THREE
Lola Davis was feeling a trifle unsettled and she wasn't sure just why. There was really no reason for her to be dissatisfied about anything. She had just had a starring role written for her by the love of her life, Gill Arthur and she was considering a film offer on the West Coast. But Lola realized that it had been a few days since she and Gill had spent the night together. True, they had both been extremely busy. Every day counted now that the summer was approaching, and the theater festival that Meldon produced would be on again. It was all exciting and she felt a thrill thinking about it.
Lawrence Meldon. Just thinking of the producer brought a smile to her lips. The determined young actress had just come into town with few acting credentials but heard that they were casting a play about women in a prison. Lola had read the play and decided that the part of a young innocent thrust into the corrupt prison world would be ideal for her. She contrived an appointment with Larry and what acting skills she lacked she certainly made up with exotic beauty and skills in other areas!
The darkly-beautiful would-be actress arrived for her appointment with Meldon dressed rather demurely. But her demeanor was anything but demure! She remembered sitting pantyless, on the producer's lap at her suggestion. She would never forget the smooth hardness of his cock rising upward between her nakedly trembling buttocks, sinking high into the seeping pit of her willing cunt. She had got the part, but not the one she wanted as the wounded innocent. She was given the part of the prostitute would had murdered her pimp and was the undisputed ruler of the jail. The rest of story was history. Lola was now one of the biggest names on Broadway.
Restlessly, she stood up and went to her window and" looked out at the view of the East River. She paced back and forth for a moment, her long slim legs carrying her well-proportioned figure with graceful steps. Lola had always been considered a beautiful young woman, and back in her home town had been pursued by many young men. None of them, however, had succeeded in capturing her heart. Although she had occasionally explored the more carnal pleasures with them to get something she wanted, they had done little but scratch the surface of her deep-rooted sensuality. Lola had her eye on fame from the time she was twelve years old and she was going to get it! And no one was going to stand in her way.
Gill Arthur had given her both these things, she realized. Her heart suddenly began to pound wildly at the thought of him. He had thrust her into the spotlight where all of her talents were put to use.
His plays allowed her to use her talent as an actress and not just as a showcase for her startling good looks. She had not abused his trust in her. In addition, she had let him capture her body and soul and he had shown her what it was like to give herself up totally to another person.
It had been only a few days now since he had lain naked between her thighs, but Lola realized that she missed Gill's lean hard body against hers. She did not really believe that their romance was cooling, but with Gill there was always a hint of the suspicion. Here was one man she could not wrap around her finger to do her bidding as she had with many other men. There was never any question of becoming too sure of the playwright. He was certainly one individual that couldn't be taken for granted on any level. But, what if he no longer wanted her to share his bed? What if,....
Suddenly, the phone rang, and Lola rushed to it like a high school student waiting for a date to the prom.
"Lola."
"Yes, darling, I've been wondering..."
"Never mind that. We can talk in the car. Throw an overnight bag together. I'll pick you up in an hour."
"Wait a minute. Where are we going? This is sudden isn't it?"
"Grant Fraser called me this morning. He's going to talk to me about the new play. He's thinking about backing it. Larry and Britt are going to meet us in Stamford and Ford Huston is going down sometime over the weekend. I want to talk to him before the others get down to feel him out. With Larry producing we're pretty sure to get his backing but I want to talk to him."
"Isn't he a lecherous old bastard. I heard that his only interest in Broadway is having young actresses for his mistresses. Is that what you've got in mind for me ... catering to that repulsive old creep? Because if you do..."
Gill cut her off in mid sentence. "Cool it, Lola. Stop acting like a deflowered nun. Just be ready in an hour."
* * *
Just outside Stamford, Connecticut was the huge estate of L. J. Grant Fraser II. Fraser lived alone in the rambling estate but the fabulous showplace was usually well-stocked with starlets and would-be models who were more than willing to provide sexual favors to the old troll in exchange for a place to stay and a small allowance that at least paid their train fare to New York so they could go to auditions ... waiting for that big break.
The three were just completing the fruit and cheese which followed their dessert. Lola was no longer participating in the conversation with Fraser because she knew that Gill was the best person to discuss his play or his baby as he referred to it. Even though Larry Meldon was the one to actually negotiate with Fraser, Gill still had an interest in the production company and wanted to feel out the wealthy man.
Fraser really was an old toad, there was no question of that. He really didn't have any interest in the arts, either. In fact, he often was a prominent snorer at many functions in the city. But it was true that a coarse individual such as Fraser would never have had access to such beautiful women were it not for his millions. Even though he was from a prominent old family, none of the culture had worn off on him.
Lola rose to go to the ladies room. The wine was making her feel a rosy glow and she walked slowly toward the private accommodations of the dining salon. She seemed to be acutely aware of the two men's eyes upon her swaying buttocks as she moved away from the table. She was pleased that her appearance had this effect on men.
Returning, the exotic actress noted that the mood between the playwright and the businessman had softened considerably, and she wondered if Gill had already succeeded in getting some kind of a commitment from Fraser.
Then Fraser arose from the table bowing to the copious quantities of the fine wine they had consumed during the meal and left the table. Lola turned to her lover and questioned him about the way things were going.
"Is it going the way you wanted?"
Gill placed his hand upon Lola's knee underneath the table. The playwright didn't say a word, but his fingers seemed to be speaking for him. His penetrating eyes looked intently into Lola's and the brunette actress could not help wanting to reach out and smooth his longish blonde hair with her slender hands. It was true that they were alone now, but Fraser would return in a moment. Gill's hand felt like a burning rock on her leg as it went upward, pushing her skirt back and touching along the stockinged length of her thighs.
"Gill ... oh, darling..." she sighed. She longed for his touch up beneath her panties, though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head hum dizzily and she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the moist spot of her soft, curl-fringed cunt lips she was already getting wetter and wetter as his finger moved steadily up.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." she moaned softly. The actress could not help parting her thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her darkly hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. Perhaps after the lunch was over they could retire to one of the apartments in the mansion to be alone.
Gill's fingers advanced across the bare top of Lola's thighs. They tickled and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his index finger up under the elastic crotch-band of her nylon panties and let the tip of it sink into the moisture of her warmly flaring cunt.
"Jesus!" Lola groaned silently, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair-lined confines of her soaking wet cunt, creating a friction that increased with each split second that Lola felt mounting desire in her loins.
The beautiful actress was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes were positively curling inside her Gucci pumps. It was so exciting when he touched her. She loved him being attentive to her But her love turned to shock when he stated matter-of-factly:
"Fraser's hot for you!" he said, continuing his lazy friction up between her cream-like white thighs. "I hoped maybe you and I might surprise him and put on a little show for him right now. can insure that we'll have backing from him after that!"
Lola bristled, in spite of herself. The actress had done enough conniving herself to understand perfectly well what the young ambitious playwright was saying, and she knew that he had probably assessed the situation accurately. Gran Fraser would certainly fall right into their plans i they were to play up to his sexual appetite.
But, Lola had thought that Gill would have some minor actress to play up to Fraser's wants. Not his own lover, Lola Davis, Broadway star! He had never asked anything of her before that would put her in such a dilemma. She seemed incapable of giving him a direct answer. Still, his finger churned wetly inside her tingling pussy. The waves of desire were continuing to traverse her elegantly-covered body.
The brunette felt a rush of anger as she saw Fraser returning to the dining salon. There was no time now to answer.
Gill whispered, "Just do what I ask. It's going to be fun. Go along with me."
Lola felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Gill had not yet removed his finger from beneath her skirt, and Grant Fraser was right there at the table now, leaning back in his chair.
Christ, it must be perfectly obvious why Gill is twisted toward me like that with his hand beneath the tablecloth, she thought in alarm. It all seemed to be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much wine. She hated to lose control of a situation.
Finally, Gill did remove his hand and Lola felt instant relief, but then she r aw him get up and go to the door and turn the antique latch. She knew he was going to make sure that none of the other people from the production company or a servant happened on them before he had completed his act. The waiter was unlikely to return until summoned as they had already been served coffee and the salon had a well-stocked bar which Fraser could attend to himself.
Lola could feel Fraser gazing intently at her while Gill was locking the door. She met his gaze across the large table with a frank stare of her own. L.J. Grant Fraser II was an unattractive man of about forty-five or so, fat with heavy jowls and a girth befitting a man with his considerable appetite for excess. No dashing, handsome older man like Larry Meldon was he, and it occurred to her the contrasts between the two men of approximately the same age.
The actress had heard of Fraser before but had never actually met him. Now that she had she realized that all the ugly rumors about the man were true. He was gross! It was a good thing he was ridiculously wealthy because no one would have come near him if he wasn't. But now she had to look at him in a different light. What was Gill going to require of her? She didn't possibly see how she could have anything to do with him that involved getting closer than she was right now. Then she remembered through her wine haze that her lover had said something about putting on a show. In her confused state of mind that followed the playwright's suggestion, Lola didn't know what to think.
Before she had a moment more to contemplate the sudden turn of events, she saw Gill returning to the dining room.
Her lover said not a word as he sat down beside her, but she knew that he had arranged it all, and that within minutes he would set out to insure that he had Fraser working into his hands. A terrible sensation of anger whipped through her once more as she felt Gill's fingers rising beneath her skirt again. He had stopped by the bar and picked up an additional bottle of brandy, and suggested that they all drink heartily. Fraser's piggy eyes twinkled and his booming laugh filled the room. Was that a conspiratorial laugh she heard filling the room? Had Gill arranged the whole thing with that gross man? Was she the only one who wasn't sure what the next move was going to be. She felt like she was playing a game of blind man's bluff when she was the only participant left in the dark.
Gill's middle finger snuggled close to the already seeping spot high up between her soft white thighs, and she felt him parting the darkly curling pubic hairs and inserting the thickness of his middle finger into the moisture of her trembling cunt once again.
Was her lover only using her? Or were they a team setting out to accomplish something that was absolutely necessary? She could not decide and the indecision started an odd kind of rationalization working in her brain. She drank more of the aged brandy and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising heat within her loins as Gill's hotly teasing finger plied softly and steadily, rubbing gently at the tingling little slit of her aroused pussy. He flicked her clitoris back and forth until she almost screamed. It felt so terribly obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening, when all along she was certain that Grant Fraser knew full well what was going on under the table. Then abruptly the conversation turned from the antique furnishings of the dining salon to more explicit topics.
Suddenly, Gill spoke to her in a tone of voice that she was very familiar with. It meant that he was excited almost to the breaking point. His tone meant that he wanted to fuck her forcefully and hard, that he wanted her to yield to his strong handsome arms. He wanted her to let him grind out his lust upon her, blotting her own out as easily as he would snuff out a candle with his rock-hard stiffness of his immense demanding cock.
"Do you like my finger in your hot juicy cunt?" Gill suddenly asked in the stillness of the room. Lola flinched at the words, and at the knowledge that Grant Fraser was flushing with emotion across from her.
"Uh ... I ... " she began. She must not let him down. Since it had already started anyway, she must somehow see it through. The actress knew that money did not grow on trees and no matter how good a new play was, it still needed money and lots of it to mount a major Broadway production. She mustn't blow this opportunity with that willing old goat because of a slight case of prudishness. Why, she had done this sort of thing many times to her own advantage to get where she was today.
Gill's finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery folds of her wet pussy and working upward toward the openly flaming little mouth of her cloth-hidden cunt.
"Yes ... continue," he prompted, teasingly fingering and thrusting upward so that his finger rose deeper up into the moist and sensitive walls of her vaginal passage.
"Yes, I like it." she moaned barely audible, not having to fake her pleasure.
Fraser cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat. He was enjoying the whole thing immensely. Gill Arthur had promised him something special. Something along the lines that he seemed to instinctively know that the older man would like. Now Fraser was more than pleased to see that the promise was of a much more exciting nature than he would have imagined. It was easy to get women in New York. He had lots of aspiring actresses and models staying at his mansion from time to time and as long as he was willing to pay he didn't have any problem in that direction.
But, Lola Davis was something else entirely. To see the beautiful and intelligent Broadway star beginning to sprawl out limply down in her seat, right there across from him, her eyes mere desire-glazed slits as she entered into a passionate state that was obviously complete and intense, was really a turn-on! To know that Gill Arthur was at the moment fingering the tightly hidden cunt of this proud and exciting young woman was enough to drive him crazy. He leaned forward in his seat watching the actress' expression with growing interest. He noted Gill's arm as he manipulated his hand beneath Lola's skirt.
The lecherous rich man could feel his already hard cock lurching between his legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity of the young man to set up such a thing in his home and with his own girlfriend! He had to hand it to him though, he really knew how to get what he went after. He had heard stories about how the young playwright would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Not content to be a writer and let someone else take control of his property he took an active interest in the actual production which was very unusual. Gill was going to be a rich man himself one day.
Gill was clearly illustrating his ambition to the older man and Fraser was extremely impressed. He had been born wealthy and found life rather dull as a result. Scrambling and struggling was something he had never known himself but he enjoyed vicariously someone else's striving for the top. The handsome young man obviously had the right ingredients to get where he wanted. Here he was right now adding spice to the life of the jaded millionaire.
Gill was speaking calmly to the thoroughly aroused young actress now, and Fraser tried to catch all the words. He could only pick up a few here and there. He could get the picture though, and he knew he was exciting the brunette star not only with his fingers teasing hotly around up in her cunt, but with his lewd suggestions as well.
" . . .you love to be finger-fucked ... you love anything shoved up in that tight little cunt ... that little clit must be almost ready to burst ... grind down on my fingers ... are they high enough in your cunt? Wouldn't you rather have a big hard cock than two fingers? You know you would! Grant knows it too. Do you want me to shove my cock in your cunt right now?"
Lola seemed to lose more control of herself with each word her lover uttered. Fraser could see her spreading her legs wider, and he leaned over farther in hopes of seeing something up beneath her skirt. It was then that Gill pushed back the chair, lifting up the Broadway star's skirt with a quick motion, inviting the older man to watch what his fingers were doing in Lola's cunt. The lovely actress moaned, then gave up any struggle, but the idea that she was being lewdly exposed to this repulsive man, but at the same time helping their chances to go into production created a surge of enjoyment that increased her emotion to such an extent that she groaned helplessly aloud.
The glistening folds of her hotly excited pussy were plainly visible to Fraser now as he stared intently at the dark, hair-rimmed crevice up between the brunette's limply spread legs. Gill had flicked back the narrow elastic leg band of her panties so that the entire naked surface of his lover's aroused cunt was naked and exposed. His bunched together fingers could be seen lewdly rising up into the tightly clenching mouth of her vagina. They appeared and disappeared, wet from the excitement of her secretions, he fucked them again and again up into her willingly open cunt.
"Jesus, Gill," Fraser exclaimed. "You've really got her hot!" His lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of that elegant cunt, but he didn't want to say anything yet. Gill had the whole thing thought out. He would let him set the pace.
Gill would stop whenever he thought Lola was about to cum. He did not want to yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the brink of cataclysmic cum, to arouse her so much that she would do what he wanted her to do. He had done it before in private, and he knew it would work. She was an expert in satisfying herself as well as satisfying his needs. This would be her first performance before an audience, but he knew she would do well. She loved sex!
"Okay, baby," he said to her. "Get your clothes off and let's fuck!"
Hesitating for only a split second, Lola stood up. She wavered as she looked over at the alert and deeply reddened face of Grant Fraser. She realized that she would be able to go through with it now.
It would be worth it to fuck Gill, to be transported into a state of ecstatic delirium for the first time in a few days. She would do what he wanted even though that old bastard would be watching her getting fucked! Fraser had little to do with it, really. She and Gill were performing a ritual which was part of their love-making, a ritual that excited her beyond anything she had ever felt! In fact it might be exhilarating and thrilling to be fucked within an inch of her life, as Gill always did, in front of another man who would want to fuck her too!
Going into her routine, the actress stood near the table, there in the wealthy man's dining salon, and began to slip seductively out of her clothes, excited by the fact that she was performing almost like a cheap whore.
Grant Fraser watched the reigning queen of the Broadway stage with bulging eyes. He had seen her perform many times in the theater but certainly not like this. This was so me thing totally unexpected. He had only imagined what a gorgeous body the young woman possessed, but now there she was right before his eyes. She was smiling at the playwright with loving eyes, and Fraser valued this experience all the more because it was common knowledge in New York that the two were ardent lovers and had been for some time.
Why, those two are so close, it's almost like Gill's sharing his wife with me, he thought happily!
The smart suit jacket and silk shirt were gone now and she stood in her tailored skirt and black lace brassiere, her shapely calves exciting him. Her full, cream-like thighs came enticingly into view as she stepped out of her skirt. The beige tone of her long nylon stocking, held in place by a dainty black lace-trimmed garter belt she wore to please Gill although it was certainly old-fashioned, blended subtly with the soft ivory of her naked loins.
Suddenly, Gill and Lola were like they were alone in the room. The actress was playing strictly to her boyfriend, while Fraser faded even from her peripheral vision. Before him, Lola's bra unclasped from the front and fell to the floor with a flick of her slender fingers, and the full beauty pf her firmly ripe breasts swung into freedom. His swollen penis throbbed as he took in their enchanting splendor! They rested high and proud in the artificial light of the mansion and their quivering pink nipples stood out on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over her head in a provocative motion that was meant to entice him.
Christ almighty! This woman had even more talent than he had ever dreamed of. Even Gill was impressed with her performance. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman, and more. He stared at her standing there in just her chic Gucci pumps, stockings and garter belt, she wore for him alone, and the thin wisp of sheer black panties with her hot little cunt visible beneath. Then, to his amazement, as though she were a paid whore, instead of the toast of Broadway, and without another word of instruction from him, she turned her back to him and, bending over, slowly, teasingly, peeled her silken panties tantalizingly down over her curved and lushly rounded buttocks. She brushed them sensuously against her smooth white thighs and calves as she lowered them and finally discarded them at her feet beside her bunched up skirt.
Lola stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping her clothes off before men all her life, and then with a deliberate teasing motion turned to face the two deeply breathing men. Nearly all of her nakedness was now voluptuously exposed, from her high rounded breasts, to the soft dark-brown hair-covered pussy. The tiny sexy garter belt and stockings she still wore concealed nothing of her naked cunt from their eager gaze.
Gill turned to look at Fraser and saw the entranced old lecher rubbing his hand across the front of his pants. A swollen bulge betrayed the existence of his hotly pulsing erection. Gill felt a thrill of power as he ascertained that Lola's performance was having the desired effect.
The exotic brunette was swaying sensuously now back and forth before the two men, in lewd counter time to some unheard music. She moved nakedly, her breasts dancing and her buttocks rippling softly as she turned to present their ripely swelling firmness to the eagerly watching pair.
"Lola, come here, darling," Gill said huskily. "Let us see you closer."
Lola approached, and stood before them. She was willing and waiting for Gill's hands to touch her hot burning body. She wanted him to quench the desire that raged within her nakedly trembling loins. But instead of Gill it was Fraser who reached out for her while the playwright sat motionless watching.
"Baby, you're fabulous!" The fat man growled, and his thick hairy hands were cupping her naked ass-cheeks, pulling her cunt in close to his perspiring florid face. Suddenly she felt his mouth worming into the narrow split of her warmly seeping pussy, his nose and then his tongue parting the tender hair-fringed lips and probing lewdly up inside their moisture.
The brunette actress jumped at the unexpected wet contact and then felt him pulling her naked loins all the harder against his mouth. His fingers harshly kneading the soft white flesh of her quivering buttocks below the garter belt. She opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a fast-paced licking and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She felt as though she had been touched up between her thighs with an electric shock treatment and she looked toward Gill for some assistance. Instead, her boyfriend gave her a wink and a nod of approval.
"Flow with it," he murmured. "Get into it."
Lola shuddered. She realized that there was little she could do about the lewd wet sucking that was taking place up between her legs. She felt infuriated that she had let herself become trapped into such a blatantly obscene situation. Why, Gill could have gotten anyone of a dozen willing women to perform for Grant Fraser. Why did she have to be the patsy?
Fraser flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Lola's nakedly exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the tiny trembling lips of the smooth cuntal flesh beneath the curling pubic hair that protected them. Lola jumped against his hands, but he wasn't going to let her go now. His thumbs spread the pinkly throbbing lips up between her thighs wider and the teasing tongue probed hotly, deep into her widespread cunt. Grunting, he moved toward her from his chair and knelt down on his knees in between her legs, forcing them far apart as he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue. He slowly licked up and down within the nervous woman's secretly pulsating slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate his tongue about in small titillating circles against her lust-moistened pussy flesh.
The older man pushed forward and Lola cried out, losing her balance and beginning to fall backwards. But she felt Gill rush up behind her to cushion her fall, and suddenly she lay spread-eagled upon the rug, her legs wide-splayed and Fraser kneeling up between them.
Dear God, Lola thought. She would have been able to let Gill fuck her in front of anyone, and probably anywhere. But this was more than she thought she could tolerate. It was disgusting to have this ugly fat man kneeling like a dog down there between her legs, and shivers of revulsion ran up and down her spine. But she couldn't even force him to stop. She had to go through with it. Bitterly, she thought: The show must go on!
Wildly, Fraser's tongue teased licentiously up between her widespread cuntal lips, working its way all the way up from the thin vertical mouth of her pussy to the hotly throbbing little tit of her clitoris above. She was disturbed that the illicit flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening pulsing deep within her unwillingly responding belly, and she could feel the tiny nerve of sensation swelling to full erection against her will! She began to squirm her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in a futile effort to escape the relentlessly punishing tongue, but it did no good.
The idea that the man she loved, Gill Arthur, was somewhere above them, watching all, this brought low guttural moans of confused emotion to her throat. She was being served up to Grant Fraser like some sort of exotic dessert!
The naked white plane of her belly rose and fell erotically before the two men's hungry eyes and Fraser continued his greedy lapping and panting at Lola's helplessly exposed pussy.
The potential play backer's eyes peered up from his lewd task, and met those of the young playwright who was standing behind the writhing nakedness of the lusciously prone woman who loved him and Gill nodded that he should continue with his oral ministrations.
Gill was more aroused than he could have possibly imagined. He had at first initiated the affair with Grant Fraser because he knew the wealthy man would be more open to work out some kind of a deal if he was sexually satisfied and how could anyone fail to be satisfied by the queen of the Broadway stage? But the young playwright was astonished to find how turned on he was seeing Lola having her cunt eaten by another man. He was absolutely ecstatic. His mind was already racing on to other possible combinations. Next time his sex life would not involve business.
"Shit! Look at Lola! I think her cunt's on fire!" he suddenly burst out.
His words stung Lola just as if Gill had thrown cold water in her face, and suddenly the same feeling that her lover had become clear to the actress. Gill's suggestion that she submit to Grant Fraser's lewd and obscene advances was turn-on for him and it could be a huge turn-on for her too to have her lover watching as she fucked another man! This was something that was real and much more exciting than simple sexual pleasure. This is what Gill was offering her now, an erotic experience to top all of their experiences together! The lewd, obscene experience of being fucked while her lover played voyeur!
This could open a whole new door to their sexual adventures together! Voeyeurism! She had never really paid much attention to the word before. It was usually relegated to the back of her mind with perverts and other sexual undesirables. Strange, how things work out sometimes.
The actresses' moans of desperation slowing changed. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steadily timed writhing. Her anger was turning into something else as the soft gentle stroking of the ugly man's tongue began to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to the sensitive flesh up between her legs. Her very nakedness there in the mansion, began to excite her and she could feel a definite responsive reaction begin to stir inside her as the lewd tongue-fucking continued. Control was slipping away again. That delicious feeling that she had with Gill, where all thought was blotted out of her mind, and she was nothing but a writhing mass of feminine sensuality, created for fucking and nothing else was hers!
The powerful desire to think of something important was suspended for that space in time. The only importance was being sexually satisfied by anyone, anything ... A total ability to relax like a powerful drug enabled her to sacrifice herself up with total abandon to the lewdly rising passions that seared like wildfire up between her nakedly throbbing loins.
"Uhm ... Mmmmmm ... oooooohhhhhh," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips upward to meet Fraser's madly licking tongue. "Oooooohhhhhh," she moaned again as he locked his mouth leech-like to the wide open slit of her hotly streaming pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched pinkness of her now submissively responding cunt flesh.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! !"
Suddenly, behind her she felt Gill's hands upon her breasts. His fingers began to play with the pebble-hardness of her fully erected nipples. With a little moan, Lola abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the familiar fingers twisted her roundly swollen breasts. Down between her thighs her desire-inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being kindled to greater and greater heights of lust.
"Now!" Gill's voice directed the older man from over her nakedly twisting body. "Fuck her! Now!"
Fraser raised his glistening wet face, and his jowled cheeks reflected the excitement that he was feeling. He quickly opened his zipped fly and withdrew his heavily pulsing cock. It felt like granite in his hands, and he could hardly wait. Before him, he saw awaiting him the small pink opening of the hotly writhing wetly seeping pussy of his favorite actress.
Shit! He couldn't believe the moment was his. It was the dream of a lifetime to fuck a famous woman like Lola.
Lola stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of contact with her hungrily yearning cunt.
Incredibility turned to ecstasy on the rich man's face. She was hot for him! Couldn't wait for it in fact! The most beautiful actress on Broadway was craving for him to fuck her!
As if to reinforce his feelings, Lola suddenly cried, "Hurry up for Christ's sake. What are you waiting for? Fuck me! Shove your fat cock in my cunt! Hurry up and fuck me!"
Lola had to quench the terrible desire that had risen inside her as a result of her stripping naked before two hungrily waiting men. She had to know physical release before she could think straight again and get herself back together.
'F. Grant Fraser II knelt up between the dark-haired woman's widespread thighs. He looked down at the beautiful, widely spread legs and bent down to press them still farther apart with the palms of his hands. He almost seemed to drool over her luscious nakedness as he noted her delicate charms. Her seeping coral-hued pussy seemed looser and wetter than before and Fraser thought he'd never seen anything so excitingly erotic in his whole jaded life. He certainly had never done anything that could quite match this long lunch!
With a lust-contorted expression on his face he pushed his heavily bloated cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head of it in between the dark pubic curls and on up into the velvety cuntal flesh spread wide before him.
"Jesus ... aaaaaahhhhhh!" Lola responded as the hotly throbbing cockhead rose up against her helplessly aroused feminine flesh. Her pleading whimpers filled the room as Fraser slipped the thick end of his cock up into the sensuously flaring entrance of her willing cunt. He continued in a slow constant act of relentless penetration, pushing the warm wet walls of her vagina in hotly rippling waves before it until his cock was finally buried completely up inside her whitely quivering belly. He gritted his teeth in the almost unbearable pleasure of the deeply impaled young woman tightly massaging him with her inner cuntal muscles that were wrapped so wetly around his burrowing hardness.
The wealthy man's porky body inclined back from Lola as his deeply probing penis throbbed out to reach the farthest depths of her cock-filled cunt. He did not seem to want to stop until it was completely out of sight and buried deep up inside the flailing willingly spread pussy of his dream woman. His sperm-filled testicles hung lewdly down against her nakedly spread buttocks. Her long legs and her feet and calves swung outward, quivering visibly as Lola lay splayed limply wide, her soft, hair-fringed young cunt speared to the hilt by Fraser's impaling male hardness.
Voyeuristically leering from his excellent position over his lustfully writhing girlfriend, Gill could see that Lola was completely enraptured. Her lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low but steady stream. Lola began to rotate her hips up to meet Fraser as his rigid cock-flesh pressured hard up into her raging cuntal channel. Again and again he shuffled in toward her wide-held pussy on his knees, forcing his lust-hardened cock to fuck deep up into her hungrily contracting vagina.
Gill Arthur watched, his fingers still kneading at Lola's softly jiggling breasts. He was fascinated and excited more than he had been by the sight of his voluptuous young girlfriend's dark, curl-rimmed cunt receiving the heavily thrusting attacks of the lust-bloated cock fucking rhythmically up into the inwardly sucking little hole up between her hotly grinding thighs.
The young playwright could feel his own excitement growing even stronger as he felt the sensuous flesh of Lola's firm full breasts pulsing out their desire beneath his fingers. Fraser's thrusting penis, from where he voyeuristically watched, appeared and disappeared like a well-lubricated piston into the thrashing woman's widely straining loins. It was throbbing red and swollen and each time the man fucked up into her with it and at the same time she gave out a low guttural grunt and her breasts pulsed heavily in Gill Arthur's lewdly manipulating fingers.
Fraser could feel Lola's cuntal lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-laden cock. It wouldn't be long now, he thought, and just in time too. He couldn't last a minute longer! Fraser didn't know how good Gill Arthur was at fucking this fire-filled little cunt but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money right now with it.
"Fuck back! Harder! Fuck up to it, baby! Ohhhhhh ... Jesus ... fuck it...!" The fat man started to chant obscenely making the salacious scene all the more difficult to bear.
Lola writhed around and ground her cunt lewdly up to his heavily driving cock on the rug beneath him and let all the perversity of the moment fill her mind and body. She could feel her breasts being pulled and kneaded hotter and harder, each burning touch creating a conflagration within her that only heightened the furiously burning lust between her legs. The powerful upward fucks that struck the hitherto untouched upper regions of her secret cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling pleasure, were wringing a hot, cunt-stretching joy from her tormented young loins. She tried to cry out, but her throat felt dry and constricted.
The actress felt like she was floating, and her eyes were tightly closed and there was a breaking deep inside her. She was bursting, feeling like she was being pulled apart! She walked a thin tightrope between sanity and insanity. Then suddenly, her whole nakedly writhing body jerked upward as though being electrocuted. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling sensations that started in her erotically pulsing vagina and spread outward to the minutest nerves of her body.
Release! Ecstasy!
"Eeeeeeoo ooooiiiiiiuuuuuu ww www w!" Lola choked and sputtered and moaned lasciviously, her nakedly jerking body turning this way and that as the thickly embedded older man's cock began to spurt forth its heavily waiting store of white-hot cum.
"Holy Christ!" Fraser cried, "Christ Almighty!"
His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliered ceiling of his dining salon. "Uuuuuunnnnnngggggg!" he grunted, lifting Lola's spasmodically clenching ass-cheeks upward with his tensely cupping hands so that he was able to empty his wildly spewing cock deep, deep, up into her insanely exploding pussy.
The actress fucked upward with all her might, making her openly milking cunt a warm willing receptacle for the burning hot sperm that filled the whole of her feverishly drinking belly.
Lola did not feel completely human as, caught in the throes of her tumultuous orgasm she began to murmur a steady stream of lewd, lust-inciting obscenities.
"Fuck me you bastard! Fuck your cock into my cunt. Oh harder you ass-hole! Fuck meeeeeeeee!"
Gill Arthur voyeuristically observed the incredible spectacle with widely bulging eyes. He felt extremely frustrated by the whole thing now, and he wished that he could have been the one to bring out this tremendous orgasm in his beautiful girlfriend. He felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy at the though that a gross bore like Grant Fraser could make his lover cum like that.
Trying to be logical he knew, of course, that it didn't matter to him only that Lola was being satisfied. It was the time, the place, and the completely untoward situation of being taken by a near stranger in the presence of her lover. Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually decreased and the young playwright could see that Fraser had had it, he hurriedly released his own throbbing cock from his pants, letting it bob lewdly into the air of the dining salon.
The older man pulled out slowly from Lola's liquidly overflowing young cunt, his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn looking. But Fraser seemed more than ecstatic. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go! He clumsily got to his feet, and still panting, headed for the bathroom.
Gill moved around Lola's nakedly prone body. He knelt between her parted legs and looked down at the devastation that he himself had caused to happen. What a sight! What a gorgeous creature she was.
Lola lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance-like state, and Gill longed to bring his lover back to life with the rock-hard cock that he now stroked almost absent-mindedly in his hand. The pinkly shining split of her pussy flesh was cum-drenched and nakedly widespread for all the world to see, and the dark curling hairs glistened with the combined moisture of male and female orgasmic secretions. She was an obscenely presented delight, Gill thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly straining cock stood out taut and tight and ready.
It was too late though and he was too far gone! There was no time left to fuck her the way he really wanted. That would have to wait for that night when they were alone together. The action of his hand on his throbbing lust-bloated shaft felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on his forehead and his blonde hair fell forward in his eyes. He closed them and an expression of utter bliss took over.
Lola stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments she had been totally unaware of where she was, but now she heard the peculiarly lewd noise of Gill's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling male flesh, and opened her eyes wide in surprise
Gill looked down at her with an expression akin to agony.
"I'm going to blow my wad! I'm going to cum all over you, baby!" he groaned, and then uttering a strangled cry, the raging hot penis jerked upward of its own accord with a sharp jolt.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"
Suddenly, Lola felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly spread body. Cum was running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her whitely exposed belly, inching down her still wide-spread inner thighs, toward her already wetly flooded pussy hair. Gill's cock was waving now, directly toward her face, spurting out like a volcano with the white-hot liquid of its ecstasy. She watched, erotically enthralled at the idea that seeing another man fucking her could do this to him, as Gill uttered several final grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his seminal fluids spurted down onto her beautiful young body.
And, she thought dimly through her satiated passion, she was happy that this new act had been initiated into their sexual repertoire!
CHAPTER FOUR
Britt Meldon had felt very strange about the episode with Georgie Barber. She was overwhelmed with guilt at the cock-sucking she had given the handsome actor. After all the lovely former actress was a married woman. Her husband had not informed her that he had asked Georgie to fuck her so that he could watch the whole session. The producer had not told his wife how he had cum up against the wall in Barber's apartment as he voyeuristically drank in all the details of the salacious scenario that he had created. If he had informed her, there was a chance that Britt would have been as excited as Lola Davis when her lover watched her fuck another man!
Now, Britt had nothing but time to think of the error of her ways as she sat in the backseat of the limousine taking them to Stamford to Grant Fraser's estate. Larry was once again going over the proposal he was going to submit to the wealthy potential backer and he didn't seem to be inclined to make any kind of conversation. His wife was glad that there were going to be other guests at Fraser's this weekend. That way, she wouldn't have time to dwell on her sexual indiscretion. She hadn't seen Lola Davis for some time and was looking forward to talking to her again. Also Ford Huston, a young director and of course, Gill Arthur was going to be there. It would be pleasant and would keep her mind off her problems.
And then the limo was coming to a halt at the end of a long circular driveway. Britt had been lost in thought and had not noticed when they turned off the main highway to the private road that led to Fraser's palatial estate. The car came to a complete halt, and Britt smiled as her husband finally looked up from his sheaf of papers.
"Feeling all right, dear?" he inquired.
"Yes," she replied honestly. "It will be good to get out of the city for the weekend!" Larry's hand reached out for hers and he clasped it gently.
"Well, this is going to be some work for me but you can enjoy yourself playing tennis or swimming or whatever with the others. Just have a good rest before we get back to the rat race of the city." Larry was trying to comfort his wife because she had been unusually quiet since the episode with Barber. He didn't appear to know that his wife enjoyed the rat race of the city and in truth wished she was back in it instead of spending her days shopping.
As they pulled up to the house they saw Lola sitting on the terrace with Ford and Gill. Gill, ever the go getter had also insisted upon Ford Huston's presence at Fraser's, that weekend since he wanted to brief the young director on thi state of affairs. He wanted Ford to be ready to leave on a moment's notice to get a cast together for the play. Gill knew how far he could trust the young director, and he was careful not to entrust anything too serious with him.
Nevertheless, Ford was a talented young director, no matter how spoiled and how much of a playboy. He was available and valuable to the production company and their theater repertory company. Gill was hoping that as Ford aged, he would become more mature and less impulsive. So far, his desired transformation had not taken place. It was strange that although Gill and Ford were in their late twenties, Gill often acted like he was the young director's father and advisor. Gill knew exactly what he wanted and he was going to get it. Ford was happy to be working in the theater but he wasn't by any means as ambitious as the playwright.
"Well, here they are!" Ford called boyishly. He had casually put one arm around Lola's waist, and his fingers moved appreciatively around over the indentation between her hips and her breasts. He waved with his other hand as he caught sight of Britt and Larry getting out of the car below them.
He whistled softly to himself as Britt's skirt blew up, momentarily exposing her long slender thighs with the soft, panty covered cuntal slit between tapering knees and calves below.
Gill gave him a withering look, and Ford remembered that he would never direct for this company again if he tried anything with Larry's wife.
Ford's childish mind was also thinking about how satisfying it would be to take Lola too. But he knew, that Lola was a different sort. Un-like other women, who were easily set off, Lola was hard and smart, and tended to use her favors for stepping stones for things she wanted. It would take a concentrated program to fuck Lola. There would have to be some reason to make it attractive to her. Lola was a star and stars did not have to fuck just anyone!
I guess I'm going to settle for this tight little cunt down there he thought to himself as he watched a young girl about fourteen emerge from the pool at the side of the house and walk around the back. By no means was he complaining. He couldn't really deny that she was quite a little number, and he liked the way she had tried to fight him off the night before when he first arrived. It was as though she didn't know that she was going to give in at the last.
That part was fun, and he could already feel himself getting a hard-on at the thought of her sleek girlish black-haired pussy, squeezing him together between those trim teenaged thighs. He'd had to watch himself though. If he got caught by Grant Fraser, he'd be a dead duck!
The fourteen year old girl, Danette Fraser, was Grant's niece from Los Angeles. Grant's sister had sent her to Connecticut from California because she was getting too involved with a particular boy at home and she hoped that a summer separation would end the silly affair. The boy was from really quite a common family and had left school and was hanging out with some other boys at a garage. Somehow his low station was glamorous for the young Danette who had always had boys from prep school around her. Her parents sincerely hoped that a quiet couple of months with her uncle where she could swim, play tennis and ride horses away from the young lout would straighten out their wayward daughter.
Grant was happy to comply and was a very strict man where Danette was concerned. It was the old double standard again. The wealthy man could fuck around with whomever he wished and indulge in any sort of perversion and that was fine. But, just let the teenager so much as look at a boy and he'd go off on a tirade.
Lola and Gill got up and went downstairs to meet Larry and Britt who were already engaged in a conversation with Grant Fraser.
Ford got up and went downstairs too but around the side of the house where he caught young Danette and tweaked the child's nipple through her bathing suit. He knew no one could see or hear as everyone was out front greeting the new arrivals but he nevertheless took the precaution of whispering. "It was so good last night, baby, the first time, think what it's going to be like tonight in that hot little cunt of yours!"
Danette hurried away from him toward the side door of the house. The teenager's face was flushed beet-red from the words that the director had whispered to her, and she felt her sore nipple where he had squeezed. She felt like yelling at the thought that he was expecting to see her for the second time that night. Somehow she must refuse him. She had to save herself for Gino in Los Angeles. Since her parents had shipped her off here to Connecticut for the summer she had not heard from her young boyfriend in Los Angeles. They thought I was too good for him. But when I'm with his friends they think he's too good for me. They think I'm just some creepy rich kid, not a hip dude like Gino. Her biggest worry right now was that he was seeing some other girl. Oh, why hadn't he written?
The lovely fourteen year old's quick mind went to other more confusing matters though. She still thought of Gino hanging out in the garage with his friends but the memories of their old kisses and of the night when he had taken her virginity in the back seat of his car had been very hard to revive. It was all because of Ford Huston. He was a fast worker, all right. He had only been here one day at Uncle Grant's but she had last night let her body betray her love for Gino and fall prey to Ford Huston's lustful intentions. She knew he was a Broadway director, but that didn't hold much water with her. She was more impressed with the cool Gino who hung out at the garage and had no money but looked hip and in the fourteen year old's mind that was all that mattered.
The first time that she and Gino had made it in the grubby back seat of his car had given her little pleasure and a great deal of worry afterward that she might get pregnant. She wasn't, though and idly she wondered what Gino would do if she was. The last time the youngsters fucked was just before she left Los Angeles. She had gone down to the garage and told him she was flying out that afternoon and he had taken her over to a friend's apartment where Danette had let the young boy touch her again, take her into a bedroom and instantly lifted her skirt. Pulling down her little panties so they clung uselessly down around her ankles he'd gotten on top of her. He had thrust his desire-hardened cock up between her tender teenaged thighs, forcing them open and worming his way up into the moist warm split of her soft pussy. Four or five times he'd lunged into her, hardly more than the first time when she had been a virgin, and then she'd felt the surging wetness of his cum spurting out deep within as he stiffened and twitched over her tensed young body and cried into her ear, "Oh yeah, baby ... oh yeah ... shit...!"
Danette remembered those tender words now as she walked along the hall of the big house. She remembered how she'd burst into tears afterward, and how Gino thought she was crying for joy when she was actually crying in frustration. Was that all there was to fucking? Why did all the kids talk about it so much? It was boring!
So why had last night been so fabulous? Her uncle had gone to bed early after looking meaningfully at Lola Davis and muttering something about the heavy lunch and not being able to take it any more. Lola and Gill had gone upstairs not long afterwards and the teenager had been left talking to Ford Huston. She felt a little silly talking to the older man and couldn't really think of anything to say to him so had gone to her own room to watch television. He had come up to her room a little while later and said he was bored and wanted someone to talk to. The talk had proceeded into an innocent kiss, then his innocent hand on her breast, then an innocent hand had crept up between her legs and pretty soon the innocent talk had degenerated into full writhing fucking.
Danette couldn't understand it. It had been fabulous. She knew now why her friends talked about fucking as the greatest thing in the world. It was ! The teenager closed her eyes and tried to conjure up the image of Gino. What was he doing now? Was he hanging out at the garage trying to pick up girls? Strangely, she found she really didn't care. She wanted to think about Ford Huston and how she would escape his attentions tonight. She wouldn't let him come near her no matter how good it felt! She had to be faithful to Gino. A little shiver went through her as she thought of last night....
CHAPTER FIVE
Downstairs, the clock was striking midnight. Gill had just left Ford downstairs in the study going over his script with the suggestions that Gill had given him for direction. His time spent with Grant Fraser and Lola had been time well spent. It was certain that the production would be staged as soon as they got together a theater. He knew that Ford had a cast on hold in New York and things looked rosy for the future. It looked like things were going to be pretty heavy for him in the next few months and he didn't even know when he was going to find time to do any writing. He seemed to be going off into other directions. Maybe that phase of my life is over, he thought.
Gill yawned and poured himself a nightcap and thought about how much he would like to have a huge estate like Grant Fraser one day. The way things are going that day won't be too far off, he thought confidently. Without conceit, he thought that he would go even farther than Larry Meldon. Gill was only half his age and already he had achieved many of his goals but the young playwright knew that he would never be completely satisfied. He would always be restless and seeking looking for something new and some new thing to turn him on and he didn't mind working hard to achieve that end.
Everything had worked out exceptionally well and a lot quicker than he even had imagined. The ambitious young man felt excited and not in the least sleepy. His mind turned to Lola upstairs in her bedroom next door to his. He decided to go up and visit the dark-haired beauty. Together they would celebrate in a very special way. After all it was she who had been the turning point in getting Fraser's backing. Carrying his glass of scotch with him, he began climbing the long staircase.
Britt turned over in her sleep as Gill passed her room. She was on the stage in some theater she couldn't identify and she was taking curtain call after curtain call. The stage was covered in flowers and she was almost getting tired of bowing but the bravos kept echoing and she kept coming out on the stage as the curtain dropped. She was finally totally exhausted and near collapse but she kept coming out and the shouts kept sounding in her ears. It was turning into a nightmare and she was lying on the stage and now the flowers were beginning to hurt her as the audience kept pelting them and shouting....
Gil continued past her door and on down the hall toward his own room, passing it and going on to the next door. He assumed that Ford was going to be downstairs for a while and gave no thought to any of the other people in the huge house as he entered Lola's room without knocking.
He sensed that Lola was awake in the big oak framed double bed that was in the middle of the big room although the room was completely dark. Without speaking at all, he disrobed, feeling tension leave him as his lean taut body was revealed in its nakedness to the dark of bed chamber. A tremor of anticipation passed over him as he approached the bed. He hoped his eyes would adjust rapidly to the darkness....
The young playwright reached the bed and stood peering down. He heard a rustle on the bed, and Lola's hands moved out and her fingers clasped the semi-hardened column of his cock. It jerked to life in her hands as her other fingers began to slowly massage his tingling testicles, softly smoothing over the heavy weight of them while she gently touched his now fully-engorged penis.
"Oh Gill," she whispered seductively in the darkness. "I stayed awake for you."
"I'm here, baby," Gill replied, his voice husky with desire as he stood stark still and let the beautiful star who was his lover continue her expert manipulations. "As you can feel!"
* * *
Ford decided that he was going to call it a night with the script. I think I'll see what the little teen-aged bad girl is doing, he thought to himself with a smile. He got up just in time to see Gill disappearing into Lola's room. Jesus, How did Gill luck out with that one? He'd known Lola too before she was a big star but she'd never been too interested in the budding director. Ford guessed it was because he really didn't have too much influence anywhere. It was hard enough keeping himself alive in the competitive world of theater. He hadn't had time to develop much clout and that was what attracted Lola, he thought ruefully. That didn't stop him wishing though. She was all the more attractive to him since she was so unavailable.
Ford was still a boy at heart and he thought it might be funny to find out if he could hear Gill and Lola doing anything. So as he made his way up to his room he stopped outside Lola's door.
Not a sound could be heard. The solid oak doors of the Fraser mansion did not lend themselves to eavesdropping. It was unlikely that Grant Fraser would want to be caught in the act. Even when he pressed his ear to the door, he couldn't hear a thing. It occurred to him that Gill could not possibly be asleep already. He'd only been upstairs a few minutes longer than Ford. Anyway, with the torrid looks that Lola and Gill had been giving each other earlier it was sure unlikely.
The childish director carefully pushed on the doorknob and, with the experience gained through years of childhood sneaking bout, he succeeded in turning it without making a sound. One of the lights still burned in the hall and Ford flicked it out so the couple would not become suspicious of the light. It did pay off after all being a junior voyeur, Ford, old boy!
"Eeeeeeooooooiiiiiiwwwwww!"
A wild cry met his ears and startled him so that he almost shut the door again. Then he realized that he had not been discovered, but had merely tuned in to the love cries of the playwright and Lola. His boyish features split into a wide grin of satisfaction as he settled down to listen in the hallway.
Lola's nakedly writhing body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her hips upwards toward the maddening probe of his hotly swishing tongue in between her long legs. Gill was magnificent! She had never dreamed that it could be like this, and each time she was with him he could bring more and more pleasure from her body. Her love for him incited her further. Her updrawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared pussy. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled head hair of his head below her.
"Unnnggghhh ... mmmmmm ... aaahhh!"she wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access.
"Eat my cunt! Suck it all out!" she commanded. "Suck my cunt just like Fraser did when you watched! Hurry!"
And then there came a rushing in her ears as she choked and the ceiling seemed to cave in on her with a great resounding and echoing crash, and she moaned and cried out as the intolerable delight of her orgasm careened through her. She wanted it to go on forever and ever, to never, never stop!
As Lola lay gasping and slowly recovering, Gill turned her over onto her stomach. Her will power had been completely drained by her orgasm, and he kissed her smooth oval-shaped buttocks and bit them with his sharp teeth. He was vaguely unsatisfied. Tonight was special, he thought. He felt ready to go for a long time, teasing her and bringing her to greater and greater heights of delirious pleasure. Tonight, he wished to extract from Lola somehow even deeper forms of commitment.
He was not satisfied by the lengths which his passionately moaning lover had gone with Grant Fraser, he wanted to have a new thrill now. Something that would bind Lola and him even more closely together.
"Get up on your knees and stick your ass in the air!" he asked, his voice breaking slightly.
CHAPTER SIX
Ford Huston could stand listening to the fucking couple no longer. He had to be a participant not a watcher but he knew that he couldn't burst in on Gill and Lola. He would probably be finished if he even tried it. No, he would just content himself with going down to see little Danette. Hell, maybe he'd bring the kid up to watch too to get a few pointers. She was only fourteen, after all, and didn't have that much experience. It would be good for her. He'd sort of be doing her a favor if he showed her that side of life.
Ford eagerly sought out the correct door in the hallways. There were so many rooms and Ford had only been here one night. He knew Danette's was the fifth one along the hall and without hesitating he tapped silently on the door. After getting no reply, he turned the handle of the door, and finding it open, stepped in.
Danette had awakened at Ford's first tap. Now she lay trembling in the big canopied bed as the good looking man entered. He was still dressed in a sweater and corduroy pants. He moved swiftly to the teenager.
"You better leave. If Uncle Grant finds out he'll kill you!" she cried, holding her covers up against her chin. Beneath, she was clad in a white lace nightgown that came to her knees, neck, a very modest style befitting a youngster of her years.
"If you were so worried about Uncle Grant why didn't you lock the door?" Ford inquired, sitting down on the bed.
Danette started to answer, but he would not let her. His laugh resounded throughout the large room, and Danette was glad that her uncle was on the over side of the hall but still worried that someone else might hear.
"Keep quiet for god's sake!"
Obediently he silenced his laughter and with his head bent low, he kissed her with a hard burning pressure, until her head sank back into the softness of the pillow. Her eyes were closed and the lids fluttered as the magic of his kisses started working within her small trembling body. His tongue boldly thrust between her pinkly parted lips, touching her own tongue mercilessly and making her want to die from the bliss it created inside her which her own boyfriend had always failed to ignite.
"No ... I'm afraid ... we can't ... you mustn't ... go away ... I'm afraid of my uncle" ... she murmured, moving her head from side to side in an effort to escape his mouth.
"Listen, we'll both go!" he said suddenly as the idea descended upon him. "Come on. Hurry up."
Impatiently, he pulled her up and spun her toward the door, not even giving her time to put on her housecoat over her flimsy nightdress.
"What if someone sees me ... Uncle Grant might--"
"Everyone's in bed and your Uncle Grant is dead to the world. He wouldn't wake up if the atomic bomb went off in the dining room. Once more his laugh rang out and Danette cringed as they moved in the semi-darkness down the hall. Her heart was beating like a hammer and the teenaged girl starting thinking of it as an adventure. Ford was practically a kid himself although certainly not in years.
Ford was pulling her so fast that she could only stumble along behind him, too frightened to call out, yet curious in spite of herself as to where the impetuous man was taking her. God, her girlfriends in L.A. would never believe this one.
"Quiet..." Ford cautioned the youngster, and together they tip-toed down the hall until they got to the door that the inquisitive young director had listened at earlier.
"I hope they're still performing," he whispered. And then he knew that were, for through the slight crack in the door which he had left ajar the rising voices of Gill and Lola could clearly be heard.
Danette stood with her mouth gaping open as Ford pushed her closer so that she too could hear everything.
Inside, Lola hunched forward, jumping slightly as she felt Gill's finger prodding in between her widespread buttocks. This was something he had never yet done to her, although he had sometimes spoken of it. He had often said he wanted it in the heat of their lovemaking. Lola sensed that this time he would go through with it, and she did not quite know how she would respond. She felt obscenely naked and unprotected back there as she could feel the strained skin around her tiny puckered anus being pulled apart. He had been kissing her and gently nibbling at her white nether cheeks, and Lola was surprised to note that his finger in her anus was not as uncomfortable as she anticipated, but rather sent a sensation of muted pleasure swelling inside her.
Gill moved his middle finger around in the tight expanding hole, fucking in and out, widening the tiny ass-hole more and more. Lola found herself wriggling her hips back against it, her nails digging into the mattress around her. When the determined young playwright forced a second finger in, however, she winced aloud and tried to bounce away from him on the big bed. The smooth satin sheets that Fraser provided in all his guest rooms were crumpling beneath her damp body.
But Lola had little time to relax, for her demanding lover had followed her, kneeling up against her own kneeling body, pinning her down with his other big hand on the small of her back. Lola could feel that he was warming to his task, and that shiver of apprehension that she always got when she realized what he meant to do ran through her nakedly trembling body.
He was still behind her, and then the fingers began to work together inside her tightly clinging rectum. Her mouth fell open as Lola began to groan excitedly, wriggling back onto the obscene invaders of her hitherto untouched rectal flesh. A strangely appealing desire swept over her. She could feel him back there deliberately stretching her ass-hole. His voice to her ears, loud and clear.
"I want to fuck you up the ass!"
"I want you too," she whispered up to him. "Fuck me in the ass, darling!"
Outside the bedroom door, the teenaged Danette gasped as she heard the unmistakable evidence that Gill and Lola were the couple she'd been listening to! She felt her legs grow weak and she would have crept away from the awful intimacy going on in there if it had not been for Ford's strong grip around her waist. He would not let her go and she feared that struggling would make so much noise that they would be found out.
"Let me go," she whispered. "Come on." But Ford was childishly pleased with the way things were turning out. He intended to do something he'd never done before tonight was over.
The young director's fingers began a rhythmic massage against the naked softness of the youngster's pert, high-set breasts beneath her demure white nightgown. They felt good to his fingers and he pulled her closer and closer to him, forcing the hard hot spear of his erect cock against the soft protrusions of her buttocks. He knew that even below the nightgown she could feel the hardness of it, and that she would remember last night what it had felt like to have his churning penis thrusting high into her willingly widespread pussy!
The pretty youngster whimpered and was silent, but Ford could feel her trembling against him, her body beginning to respond to his forward thrusts as he held her tightly to his loins. They stood just outside the door in the hall, listening to the lewd sounds and words coming from inside the bedroom, and Ford's breath became heavier and heavier to match the intensity of the action inside. He could sense Danette's total nakedness beneath the nightdress, and their very position there beside the open door began to excite him more and more.
Inside the bedroom, Gill pulled, his fingers out of Lola's reluctantly releasing little anal opening, the rubbery skin of her anus clinging to them and making a slight little popping noise as it withdrew.
"Kneel up higher!" he said thickly. "Get your ass up higher!"
Immediately, Lola drew her knees up further under her, presenting him with the fully stretched cheeks of her buttocks as she felt his hard body move in between her open thighs. A shiver of anticipation surged through her limbs as suddenly she felt the smooth bulbous head of his cock resting within her wide-split ass-cheeks. She reached her hand back through the arch her legs made and began to gently stroke and cup the heavy sac of his testicles.
"Now stick it in your ass-hole for me!" he hissed at her sensuously sloping back, and she took hold of the hotly throbbing cock, feeling its width between her fingers and feeling frightened once more. It seemed too enormous to go inside her back there! Yet she wanted to experience this new sensation too but she still held her breath as Gill clutched at the top of her trim, widely separated thighs. She placed the bluntness of his male hardness against the tight, hairless opening of her flexing rectum!
Gill began to push against her, straining up into the tight virginal hole of her anus. She grunted aloud and was about to tell him that it was no use. It would never go in, when the tiny muscle of her anus suddenly gave way and the persistent head of his cock burst just up inside the sanctity of her ass-hole. Desperately, she tried to pull away from him, but he held her tight.
"No, Gill. My ass-hole is too small! Just fuck my cunt! It won't work up my ass!"
But Gill ignored her, shoving forward as he hugged her shapely hips in his grip and mumbled, "shove back! Come on! Help me out! Shove back on my cock!"
Lola could hardly think. Her position was so uncomfortable she didn't know which way to move.
"Back!" he grunted, so aroused he was becoming impatient, but she was afraid to move her buttocks backward but she was in it this far so ... With a mind blowing effort, she relaxed her sphincter muscle and allowed his heavily slithering cock to surge deep into the spongy flesh of her back passage.
"Unnnnnngnggggggggg!"she groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her nakedly upturned buttocks. She heard him give a harsh whine of passion as he immediately began to fuck deep up into the soft warm confines of her now fully impaled rectal opening.
Ear straining in the hall outside the bedroom door, the fourteen year old Danette had begun to respond to the sounds of the lewd lovemaking by writhing backwards against Ford's excitedly thrusting loins, and when his hands began to lift her nightgown up, she could not protest.
Oh Gino, forgive me for being unfaithful, but I want him to touch me, she thought, her young flesh burning with desire. His fingers revealed the creamy nakedness of her soft tanned body. When her nightgown was way up around her hips and her sleekly quivering buttocks were bared to him, she felt him pull her in against him once more. To her shocked surprise she felt the naked hardness of his exposed penis pressing fervently into the split of her buttocks.
The teenager was shocked. He's not thinking of doing what Gill and Lola are doing! He's not! He can't be! Not there! Oh god!
She was confused and did not know what to do as he began to push and slide the nakedness of his lust-hardened cock in between her trembling ass-cheeks. He bent her body this way and that as it pleased him so that he would get the desired sensual effect. She was relieved that he did not try to force her there, for she could hear the sounds of Lola being lewdly sodomized by Gill in the room in front of them. She knew she was too young. She would never recover from an act like that! She'd only just lost her virginity a few months before! She was only fourteen years old for god's sake! She tried to convince herself that Ford Huston would never do such a thing to her! He forced her to bend over forward, letting his hotly throbbing cock fit smoothly into the spread entrance of her hair-lined cunt, and Danette shivered with mounting desire.
"Yes, oh yes, that's it, do it to me now! Right now!" She felt so excited that she began to push her creamy white buttocks back, and as she did so the long thick hardness of Ford's thrusting penis slipped high up into the hot wet moisture of her willingly enveloping vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, twisting back onto him as she felt herself being filled by the incredible mass of his lust-bloated cock.
Oh he knew how to do it, she thought. Gino didn't know anything. He never even made me cum!
His hands firmly planted on Danette's hips, Ford Huston began a slow skewering motion into the teenager's warmly seeping cunt, feeling his heavy cock speeding along the entire length of her sensuously tingling cunt walls, and listening to her soft moans of pleasure. But this was not all he had wanted of her. Boldly after once more assessing the sounds coming from inside Lola's bedroom, he began to push forward into the room, carrying Danette along with him still firmly attached to him by the lewd penetration of his desire-swollen penis inside her hotly clinging vagina.
Danette realized what was happening, but she was too startled to try to get away. What could she do, anyway? He held her so tightly that she could feel sharp pains where his fingers dug into the soft fleshy area of her hips. Yet, as he moved, his hard cock jiggled and thrust within her moist confines in a most exciting way.
To her alarm, she could hear the noises of the fucking couple on the bed very near by. She and Ford were now almost right next to the bed, she was certain of it.
But Lola and Gill were so preoccupied that they didn't know that they had company.
By degrees, the shock was lessening within the stretched walls of Lola's thickly filled anus, and a certain stimulation began to blend with it. She bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her dark hair a crazed entanglement hanging over her face as Gill fucked up into her again and again!
"Unnnggghhh ... uuuooofff ... uuunnnggg!" he grunted animal-like behind her. "Grind your ass! Move it down hard on my cock!"
His words stunned Lola as she struggled to comprehend. He was sodomizing her! She tried to think, but each time his thrust would drive her forward and she would squirm back onto his hard penetrating cock until soon she was filled with an all pervading passion. The feeling had become pleasurable! She began to shove backward with vigor, in a tempo to meet the playwright's ass-splitting thrusts. It was getting better and better ... unlike anything she'd ever felt before! She marveled at the power of her body to bring her new sensations when she thought she had already known them all.
Suddenly, a piercing shriek rang out stunning them both. Gill's surging cock was still plunged within the tightly clenching narrowness of Lola's widely split rectum. Directly behind them, right there in the room, a female had groaned from deep in her chest. And now immediately following the soul-searing groan, sharp sounds of grunting and the lewd noises of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh met their astonished ears.
"What the fuck's going on?" Gill cried out.
"Cool it!" Ford's panting voice was heard. "Never mind Danette and me. We'll take our cues from you. You're the director this time!"
Danette's cries seemed to threaten to take the ceiling off the house and Gill could feel Lola trying to scramble away from him.
"Oh baby, your ass-hole is so tight. Danette, it's just like a baby's!"
"Jesus, Gill ... get those two out of here. What the hell do you think this is anyway?" Lola raged.
Gil was on the verge of agreeing with his lover, at first outraged by the crazy director's intrusion into his private life. But then the humor of the situation struck him, and he had to chuckle as he heard Danette's whimpering noises and envisioned the two of them fucking like dogs there at the foot of Lola's bed. He turned his head around, still without releasing Lola from his strong grip of her upper thighs, and in the darkness could make out the shape of the two gyrating bodies ... the white of the teenager's uplifted nightgown ... the pale blonde of Ford's hair. He had to admire the guy's balls ... he was fucking Grant Fraser's niece right in his own house ... Ford was outrageous!
Lola could hear Danette's whimpers changing to sounds of utter pleasure. She guessed that Ford was touching her body in such a way as to alleviate any discomfort between the youngster's cock-spread buttocks. Her own ass-cheeks were once more lewdly stretched and the long insertion of her lover's throbbing penis deep within her aching rectum made itself felt again as the embedded male flesh recovered from its temporarily softened state and grew harder by the second.
"Come on baby, give it to me!" he grunted, "but first turn on the lights so we can all enjoy this performance!"
She lifted her hand up toward the low switch on the wall by her bed. In a second the room was flooded with a soft yellow glow from Lola's night table light, and Gill nearly knocked her flat on her face as he rammed up into her cringing rectum again. This time he turned his head so he could watch the lewdly occupied couple behind them.
It was true. They were ass-fucking too! Ford was fucking Grant Fraser's fourteen year old niece right up her ass, and from his position on the bed, Gill could see Ford's lustfully penetrating cock sliding in and out between the full firmly rounded moons of white flesh that formed the moaning girl's buttocks. He could even see the soft pink flesh of her round little ass-hole draw back with Ford's cock on the out-stroke, greedily clasping at it as if to keep it from escaping. He stared in voyeuristic delight as the young director's sperm-laden balls smacked resoundingly against Danette's tight little dark-haired cunt each time he sank his rock-hard penis to the hilt in her wide-split crevice.
Gill felt his own lust-bloated testicles palpitating almost painfully and his throbbing cock felt as if it were charged with elctricity each time he plunged into Lola's uplifted buttocks. Now she was moaning like a madwoman, her beautiful face flushed. Her eyes were rolling in her head, and Gill knew he couldn't last much longer.
He had fucked with Ford before, Gill remembered. In theater classes they had often gone off with young actresses and could only afford one room between them so fucked together. But Gill couldn't remember ever having done anything nearly as exciting as this dual ass-fucking! He had wanted something special for that night and he was getting it! He could see Ford watching him too. Even while he thoroughly impaled the writhing teenager in front of them, and Gill realized that they were in a kind of contest together. Who would last longer? Who would cum first?
Or, he thought with a start, are we both watching because we wonder what it would be like to fuck each other! Gill quickly put the thought out of his mind. It was too bizarre! He couldn't fuck Ford! He wasn't a homosexual, for Christ's sake! Where had the idea come from?
Turning back to the business at hand to get away from the strange thought processes he was going through, he put his hand down on Lola's jiggling ass-cheek as if to spurn her on.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Lola wailed, but the excitement had begun to swell within her again and she reached back under her, tickling Gill's lewdly swinging balls and turning her face sideways so that he could see the effect his fucking of her ass-hole was having on her. Sweat poured down Gill's face as he rode her wildly, almost impersonally for his mind was on someone else!
Lola didn't notice his distraction with Ford and decided that the presence of the director and Fraser's niece was making him reach new heights of excitement, and swallowing she found a greater desire than she had ever known filling her own nakedly gyrating loins.
Ford watched fascinated as up on the bed, Gill's thickly throbbing cock disappeared all the way up into Lola's voluptuous, nakedly wriggling buttocks with every thrust. None of it was left visible to his eyes as it submerged its full depth into the tightly resilient passage, straining its head as if to burst asunder in her tightly clasping anus. He was surprised by the enormity of the playwright's cock!
Idly, the young director wondered what it would feel like to get fucked in the ass as Gill was shoving his cock into Lola. He didn't expend too much time wondering. For the moment, it was enough to watch and feel Danette's beatifully flaring ass-cheeks smacking uncontrollably back against his loins. To know that once more he was bringing the teenager to the point of orgasm with his burning hot cock, was enough for him, for the time being at least!
Danette's voice mewled as the thick desire engorged penis churned pelvis deep within her sensuously straining rectum. He had penetrated her there with one swift devastating thrust, taking her by surprise after pulling out unexpectedly from her desire-drenched pussy. And now, she found herself filled with a sense of total abandon.
What did anything matter any more? She had done the worst and was in effect enjoying this obscene deed being perpetrated upon her half-naked body. Her parents had sent her to her uncle's house to behave for the summer and here she was doing things far worse than any she would have entertained at home. Imagine, being fucked in the ass in the same room with another couple who were indulging in the same act of sodomy.
"Oh yes ... oh yes ... Ford ... fuck me ... harder ... fuck me in the ass!" the youngster blurted out, her lewd words filling the room and spurring not only her own partner but the other hotly writhing couple to a faster pace.
Ford felt he could cum now whenever he wanted to. He drew his cock out to the tip, watching her tightly clinging rectal flesh pucker around him. Then he rammed in one long smooth stroke all the way to his loins. Danette whined in ecstasy, and on the bed Lola echoed the same intense sounds. Ford fucked into her again, pulling Danette back onto his lust-throbbing cock like a smooth fitting glove, causing her to cry out.
Gil did the same, and Lola moaned with pleasure. The boiling hot lava of his sperm began to chum in Gill's heavily pulsing cock. The acute tingling that signaled his imminent release had started
Gill grunted loudly as he thrust his fully expanded length into Lola's widespread back passage, his entire naked body beginning to jerk convulsively against her nakedly grinding buttocks. His mouth hung open loosely as he clawed at the silky skin of Lola's waist with clutching fingers. He pulled her cream white buttocks even wider apart for his thickly climaxing cock to skewer yet another fraction of an inch up into her.
"I'm cumming, Ford!" he shouted to Gill. "Jesus ... am I cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
"Me to, you fucker!" he cried back. "Meeeeee ... toooooo!"
Ford grunted and began to pump out thickly flowing jets of boiling hot sperm from his speeding cock, filling the swollen tightness of Danette's plundered young anus with the full force of his ass-flooding cum.
Beneath Gill's battering attack on Lola she felt the first delicious torrents of the hot white cream splutter wildly into the depths of her own cock-filled rectum. It surged through her cock-split anus like a volcanic eruption, warming her belly. The sensation and the lewd knowledge that Gill was actually paying more attention to Ford at this intimate moment than he was to her, strangely touched off her own climax and she screamed as the great rush of pleasure rippled through her trembling loins.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhnnnnnngggggg!"
The combined cries of orgasm whirled to the high-ceilinged bedroom. Danette's voice was a high-pitched childish soprano as Ford's fingers touched the streaming pit of her pussy and the thick sperm from his cock slid back out of her hungrily milking ass-hole and on down the smooth inner flesh of her widespread thighs.
Lola mumbled incoherently, her entire body wracked with spasms as Gill clung to her from behind. The pleasure within her seemed to go on forever as she let herself get lost in the world of her own carnal sensations. Distantly, the wetly obscene sounds of the other couple cumming insanely also, were heard. Each orgasm hung on the others and was continually spurred on in a dizzying, mind-expanding chain reaction.
Lola's head swam wildly around as she felt her fatigued, quivering knees give way and Gil pulled out of her at last with a soft wet popping sound. As he fell to the side of her, she collapsed, her naked, sweat-filmed body completely spent.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The foursome was now up on the bed warm body against warm body gradually beginning to recover from the furious bout of ass-fucking. The reality of the strange situation was returning and Lola began to feel sorry for little Danette who probably did not know what had struck her. The poor kid is only fourteen, Lola thought and probably worried to death that her Uncle Grant will catch her. Not that good old Uncle Grant should be criticizing anyone for anything but, if by some strange quirk he should come in here it would be difficult explaining the situation with his niece involved.
The Broadway actress was also a little confused about what had happened during the sodomy. In particular, she was perplexed by the apparent closeness expressed by Gill and Ford. It seemed to her that the two men wanted each other more than either her or Danette! She knew it was very common in the theater for men to be homosexuals but somehow the idea of Gill and Ford was a little hard to take, especially when her and Gill had practically been living together for a year now.
Well, she was going to try and put that out of her head and think about someone else for a change. She was going to try and comfort Danette.
The brunette actress rolled over and turned to the teenager who was lying with her eyes staring up at the ceiling.
"You poor kid!" Lola soothed, moving over closer to where Danette was lying. For a moment, the youngster was afraid the older woman was going to strike her, but to her surprise, she found herself being engulfed in her arms, and pressed close to her warm, feminine breasts. Danette was too surprised to raise any objection, and she found, with astonishment, that it actually felt good, being cradled lovingly like that, very safe and secure. The two men were staring at Lola not knowing how to react.
"You need a woman's comfort now, Danette," Lola soothed. "Just relax, angel.
That's right, Danette thought dreamily, that's just what I need, and she raised no objection when she felt Lola's face nearing hers, and felt the touch of her light warm lips on her own mouth. Lola was kissing her, and she didn't mind. In fact, she liked the other woman's kiss ... there was something sweet and undemanding and relaxing about it, after the avaricious demand of Ford Huston. Amazingly she found herself responding, parting her lips and allowing the older woman to slip her tongue inside. It felt good, she thought happily, I like it!
Lola continued to smile, seeming to float nearer to her until Danette felt the gently brush of her soft hand on her brow and in her hair. Her belly and the soft inner sides of her satiny thighs seemed to quiver in empathy to the beautiful older woman's delicious touch. Momentarily, a fleeting trace of apprehension endeavored to make itself felt, but soon passed in the glow of warmth that had spread throughout her entire being.
A shiver rippled through her at the touch of Lola's hands moving down her throat, coming to rest on the nakedly firm globes of her breasts. Lola's long slender lingers were brushing electrically against the hardening nipples, caressing them ever so lightly, and Danette moaned almost inaudibly, aware of strange new feelings cascading through her. The older woman's fingers were feather soft, like velvet, as they stroked the sensitive aureolas, tweaked the buds of her nipples, nearly turgid again, and brushed along the tender flesh of her flanks.
The essence of the beautiful actress's sensuality seemed to envelop the teenager as she enjoyed the delicate and slender hands on her suddenly tingling breasts. An ensemble of mixed emotions surged restlessly within her mind and body, feelings that she had no power nor desire to resist. She felt as if mesmerized as Lola's exquisite face moved closer to hers and its perfect, full, soft mouth closed down once again upon her own, tenderly, moistly, warmly ... finally, with increasing urgency. Danette's lips felt strangely soft in response, and she vaguely sensed them being pressed apart by Lola's sweet-tasting tongue slipping between them into her mouth. Moments later, Lola's voluptuous body was stretched out against her own, with only a sheet between them, separating breasts, bellys and loins.
Both Ford and Gill stared as if transfixed by the sudden change in the affair. Suddenly they were the ones that were no longer needed.
"Don't worry about anything, Danette. You're too sweet to worry about anything at your age. I'll make you feel better!"
"Ooohhhhhh ... yes, Lola," the teenager moaned softly, wishing she could somehow show this beautiful older woman her appreciation of her concern. Of their own volition, her hands reached up and found the full mounds of Lola's creamy breasts. She wanted to show the older woman how grateful she was for her kind caresses, her exhilarating kiss ... she wanted to let Lola feel the wonderful sensuality of female hands on her breasts, just like she herself was feeling. She found the soft warm flesh and ran her fingertips along the smooth surface, searching further until she found the hard berries of Gill's girlfriend's nipples awakening eagerly at her touch. They felt firm and resilient, and new thrills excited the youngster as she stroked and massaged the breasts of another woman for the first time in her life.
Lola kissed her again and Danette met her tongue automatically with her own, feeling the gentle, loving hands caressing her breasts enticingly and moving down over her with an intimate tenderness that seemed to fill her heart with untold affection for this beautiful, understanding woman. She felt the hands stroking her sensitively quivering buttocks and drawing her tightly into soft, satiny fleshy loveliness.
Again, a brief sensation of schooled repugnance filtered through the youngster, but she refused to let it grow. Again the thought of the irony of the situation struck her. Her parents sending her here to protect her from the evils of Gino and here she was involved in the most bizarre sex practices the fourteen year old's mind could imagine.
The cool air which bathed her nakedly aroused body was bringing her tiny, ruby nipples to a rigid hardness, then Lola was pressing close to her once more, massaging her own splendid nakedness against Danette's soft, supple flesh, their nipples rubbing, their full, firm breasts flattening against one another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken curls of their sensually rotating hair-covered pubic mounds.
Danette gasped out with the erotic tremor that rippled over her tingling, sensitive flesh and through her delightfully aroused mind, as Lola's hand caressed the orbs of her rounded, quivering buttocks, spreading them apart and tenderly easing between to stroke her tight little anus with a knowing and soothingly gentle finger.
Once more, the teenager trembled erotically, and a second later Lola rolled her onto her back, her hand tracing down over the full arched line of her hips to her gently curved thigh. The beautiful brunette slithered down her body and gently pressed Danette's legs open until the older woman was kissing the creamy, warm skin of her inner thighs, working slowly upward toward the enshadowed, hair-lined flanges of her wantonly aroused pussy.
Momentarily, Danette seemed to emerge from her enchantment, abruptly raising her head off the pillow to see what Gill and Ford were doing. They were both propped up on their elbows still mesmerized by the salacious scene. Then she lay her head back, uncaring and smiled warmly at the glowing sparkle in Lola's eyes as they locked on the narrow pink slit between her own legs, where already drops of warmly perfumed moisture glistened from her building passion.
Wild sensations raced through her as she saw the dark-haired actress greedily flick out her small tongue-tip to swipe the pungent droplet into her mouth, then draw her tongue from the point where the coral slit joined the smooth cleft between her buttocks. Danette moaned as the tantalizing tongue traced the thin pink line of her wetly blushing vaginal lips to its little clitoral peak, sending a vibrant tremor over her shamelessly writhing body. Enchanted, she watched as Lola tenderly, with her thumbs, brushed aside the tiny entanglements of pubic hair and spread apart the tightly clinging cunt lips until her gleaming red clitoris burst into full view. Then, as the ripples of desire grew into seismic waves of rapture, Lola began to lick it tenderly.
The teenager raised her head to watch the ravishing Broadway star nuzzle her face again into her genitals, her dark tresses grazing tauntingly against the soft flesh of her belly as Lola began to lick and suck at her pussy with a lewd hunger.
Then, the older woman's tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of her wetly throbbing vagina, moistly rotating at its tight elastic mouth, slipping deeply inside her again. Abruptly, she felt her hips being raised by those small, slender hands cupping the rounded moons of her buttocks, and she held her knees back tight to her erotically aching breasts as she felt the moistly taunting tongue trail downward through the smooth yielding crevice below her vagina to her anus. There it licked before its tip pressed firmly into the puckered little hole which had recently been violated, penetrating only a short ways, though she tried to help by relaxing the outer muscles to the fullest. Once more, the wildly licking tongue returned to her throbbing hot cunt, and curled up into her, then flicked back to her clitoris again with the pressure mounting deeper and deeper in her loins.
Gill laughed to himself as he watched his girlfriend perform. Jesus! Just when he thought he had seen every side of this woman another one popped up. Now who would have thought that Lola Davis would go in for this kind of lesbian trip...? He glanced at Ford and chuckled silent. Danette's recent violator was staring in wide-eyed excitement at the debauchery before him, his hand stroking his long, distended cock with frantic fervor. Gill grinned, and began to stroke his own rigid shaft gently, teasingly, until it throbbed painfully under his touch. Both he and Ford stared at each other and then as though hypnotized, stroking their massively pulsating cocks almost in unison they turned their attention back to the two women.
Lola raised her head from Danette's heatedly moistened cunt and smiled at the youngster.
"Come down here and kiss me, sweetheart," she whispered throatily.
Danette lowered her legs and obediently got to her knees, her heart pounding in her chest. She wrapped her arms hungrily around the other's neck and planted her wetly parted lips on the soft warm mouth, tasting the poignant essence of her own cunt there. The taste, the smell, the entire situation was causing her head to swirl in a deep wanton desire.
Lola held her inside her arms, then pressed
Danette's cheek against the soft resilient flesh of her own breast. She ran one hand down over the naked teenager's soft belly ... downward through the silken pubic hair to her wet, fleshy pussy, drawing a finger up between its moistly quivering lips.
Danette whimpered and tried to move closer; then, without volition, her head dropped to the woman's beautifully shaped breast and pressed the hardened nipple into her mouth. At once she began to suck hungrily, wetly, as her timidly trembling hand began moving over the lush warm flesh of Lola's body.
"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Lola whispered.
"Oh, no ... not ever--!"
"But you like it, don't you--? "
"I ... I don't know ... what's happening to me ... but ... yes. I do...."
"mmmmmm ... you're so sweet," Lola breathed passionately, her soft hand caressing her love-partner's delicate cheek resting against her full breast. "Would you like to lick and kiss my cunt, to bring me pleasure as I brought rapture to you?"
The youngster's brain reeled and her belly churned with the carnal stimulation Lola's lewd words and meaning aroused in her as prurient sensations soared through her sensually provoked body.
"Oh, god!" she gasped girlishly, looking upward into the excited eyes of her love-teacher. "Oh, Lola ... I don't ... I just ... don't know...."
But the decision had already been made as Lola slowly pressed her back onto the bed, then kissed her once as she knelt beside the girl, trailing her moist tongue downward between her ripe young thighs and again extending her tiny pink tongue to caress the erect little clitoris.
Abruptly, the wild tingling sensations were beginning all over again inside the youngster's abdomen. Danette wasn't aware of how long the magnificent enthrallment between her legs went on before she opened her eyes to the feel and sight of Lola's nakedly sensual body moving up over her.
The long white columns of the older woman's thighs were spreading wide, knees snuggling in against her ribs ... the luscious snowy buttocks moving backward above her face until the alluring sight of that other beautifully moistened vagina was completely exposed before her.
In the shadowy midpoint between those gorgeously ovalled, moon-shaped buttocks Danette could see the tiny, hairless oval opening and the coral slit of her partner's lovely blushing vagina with its hair-lined lips opened enough to view the succulent pink flesh within. Small, sparkling dewdrops of passion-aroused cuntal moisture clung to the pouting, fleecy lips.
Uncontrollably, she moved upward as if bewitched, until the musky perfumed scent reached her nostrils. Without thinking about what she was doing, she suddenly lashed out with her tongue, going deep into the raw velvety flesh toward the beautiful creature's clitoris ... reaching up to clutch at the warm twin mounds of the buttocks and draw them down tighter to her face while she ran her tongue wildly through the warmly fleshed layers of the already seeping cunt ... probing the slight pungency of the vagina, as her own desires continued to soar like a runaway rocket in her wantonly excited brain.
Danette sensed her own clitoris palpitating maddeningly in its flushed, erect state, and her breath was beginning to catch in her throat sharply at every grazing caress of her lover's delicious tongue. She eagerly pressed her wet open mouth tighter into the tender succulence of the cunt before her, separating the soft, fleshy lips protecting its slightly bearded vaginal slit. Then her mouth became a ravenous vacuum, open and hot, with nothing but tongue greedily invading the moistly seething fissure ... nothing but tongue lashing at the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in the willowy girl's now hotly clasping channel, lubricious with its tangy secretions blending with her own saliva....
The teenager was cocooned in bliss, enraptured by the new sensations she was feeling, carried away by the seductive charms of the older woman. They remained orally fucking each other into greater and greater heights of arousal until....
She barely had time to catch her breath when she heard a lust-hoarsened voice through her euphoria.
"Is this a private party of can anyone join?"
All four on the bed turned towards the voice which was coming from the bedroom door and then the head of Larry Meldon appeared, closely followed by his wife, Britt.
"Now if we can just keep Grant Fraser out of here, the show can go on," Lola said.
Great bursts of laughter preceded the fuckathon that followed. Fortunately their host slept through the lewd proceedings.
