Everyone knows Los Angeles is a center of mad sensationalism; especially the parties in the pauche Beverly Hills mansions overlooking all of 'tinsel town' U.S.A. That night had been no exception...
Like all LA parties where actors, producers, writers, and attention-hungry groupies strut their stuff, hoping for a contact, this party had a gimmick, too. Something to make the guests remember Wednesday evening, June 22 at Harry Crowley's house. No, he didn't leave bowls of cocaine in the bathroom for guests to discreetly pack their noses, and he didn't have a girl popping out of a cake ... Harry had hired a psychic, a real, honest God soothsayer to tell fortunes. She sat conspicuously in the corner with a crystal ball in her lap.
And on a lark, Gray Collins, LA agent, bored with the proverbial drug scene at the party and too tired to take a shot at picking up one of the Hollywood and Vine beauties, had sat there feeling vulnerable and curious while Dianna, dressed in bangles and beads, scarves and silks, read his future in her crystal ball.
"You're an Aries ... I can tell," she'd begun. She smiled confidently as Gray nodded his head, wondering how in hell she could tell. Dianna gazed into the crystal ball for a few moments, then lifted her head to say: "I'm sorry to say this has not been a good year for you financially. You will experience much strife in your work... much change in direction." Dianna's fingers splayed over the crystal ball; she squinted, moved her head a few degrees to the left. "However, something you have wished for many years will soon come true. I see a young girl, very pretty .. . young and loving. She will . come into your life and change it. There will be confusion for a while, but in the end it will help your business ..." Dianna paused for a second. Her expression changed from one of felicity to near disgust. Gray might have been sitting there naked in front of a nun, judging from Dianna's accusing look.
"This beauty is a member of your family ... and you will be close . .. very close."
"Close?" Gray leaned forward, sitting on the edge of his chair, trying to peer into the crystal ball, but Dianna's hands shaded the crystal.
"No ... it is only for me to see ..."
Gray chuckled. "Hey, come on . . . you can't sit there and tell me my life is gonna change and not tell me how ... That isn't fair!"
Dianna glared with sinister eyes at the agent, then glanced over his shoulder. "There are others waiting.. . others who will take their futures seriously. Please ..."
Gray had thought nothing of Dianna's predictions at the time, dismissing it as idle banter... entertainment for a price. What the hell, everybody had to make a living. Only Gray, as an agent, knew her scam.
But now as he sat in a corner table at Russo and Frank's restaurant, Gray feeling proud and a bit like a dirty old man, was beginning to wonder about the veracity of the gypsy's predictions. Maybe he had laughed too soon ... , He smiled across the table at his dinner companion.
The object of his attention was a blonde, blue-eyed young girl on the threshold of adolescence. She was no ordinary creature. It wasn't so much just her looks, although she presented a ravishingly beautiful picture of golden-haired delight, with turquoise blue eyes that seemed to glitter and sparkle as if lit with an inner fire all their own, a cream-white complexion that emphasized her carnation-pink cheeks and rosy young lips, and a pert, turned-up nose. There was a quality about her, a radiant innocence that was mixed with something else.
Gray found himself trying to define exactly what that something else was, to pinpoint the elusive quality that made the pretty youngster the center of rapt attention wherever she went. And it wasn't only because she was his daughter.
Then, in a flash of revelation, he knew exactly what it was.
Sensual, he mused. There's no question about it. Candy Collins, you are a sexy little girl! My little girl!
"You know, Candy, you look an awfully lot like your mother."
"Oh really?" Candy giggled, shrugging her shoulders. "People say that all the time." It was then Gray noticed that his eleven year old daughter was wearing a training bra. That made him feel old .. . not even dirty, just old.
When he'd gone to meet Candy at the TWA gate, non-stop from New York, he'd expected to meet a lanky, stringy haired little girl carrying a Teddy Bear and chewing gum. But here she was, teasing him for sips of his wine and wearing a training bra.
"I hope you won't feel crowded living in my apartment, honey. If I'd had more time, I could have rented a bigger place while you're here visiting me .. ."
Candy looked up at her father, staring him straight in the eye. "Oh, Mommy hadn't really planned on going off with Big Jim-that's the name of her latest boy friend. They went to London 'cause Big Jim's gonna cut an album there. He plays the drums ..."
"Oh?" Now I know why I divorced that woman, mused Gray Collins. Christ, a thirty eight year old woman running around with rock n roll musicians, dumping her kid off for a couple of months. He shook his head. Christine hadn't changed a bit... except to get crazier. Suddenly he felt guilty for not being more of a father to his little girl; but it was hard when you live three thousand miles away. "We'll have a good time, honey. I promise." Gray picked up the menu. "What would you like to eat? ... anything .. . the world is yours ..."
Oh, little girl, I sure wish it was. That damned gypsy hit the nail on the head. Financial problems is a nice way of saying goddamned near bankrupt'. But don't let Candy know about that.; . don't, let her know . ..
"I'm so glad I'm going to be living with you for a while, Daddy," she said, beaming up at him over the top of the menu.
"I'm glad too, Candy." Gray had been amazed, seeing her that day, how physically mature his Candy was. Even in her ruffled sundress, she seemed as much young lady as little girl, and he hadn't failed to notice that her firm young breasts were remarkably mature for her age, two little pear-like mounds that pushed eagerly against the snug material of her dress. She stood nearly five feet tall, and there was no unmistakable curves in her young hips and the smooth lines of her tapered legs. The youngster smiled again, and her father was surprised to feel, his long thick cock begin to stir with a faint throb of excitement in the crotch of his Brooks' Brothers suit pants.
Gray, he cautioned himself as they scanned the menu on their separate sides of the table, you'd better keep cool. After all, this isn't some sex-hungry little Lolita, this is an eleven year old girl. Your daughter, for Christ's sake. You're strictly Daddy Gray, aren't you?
Then she ran the sole of her patent leather shoe up and down his shin bone. "Oh, Daddy! We're gonna have so much fun together!"
No matter how Gray tried to ignore it, his penis was aching with a strange pulsating warmth. Later in the car driving out toward his Beverly Hills condominium, the girl snuggled up close against her father as he drove. "Do you really love me, Daddy?"
"Yes, honey. You know I do. And do you love me?"
"Oh yes! I've always loved you!"
Gray Collins laughed lightly, pleased at her charming manner. Just a chip off the old block, he thought. She might have inherited her old lady's looks, but she sure as hell got the old man's charm. Little devil. . .
His daughter squeezed his arm and snuggled even closer to him in the front seat of his Mercury Cougar.
The young girl sat in the car seat, leaning happily against her father's arm, and watched the sumptuous mansions of North Hollywood Hills breeze by as they drove down the trafficless street. Going to live with her father was the happiest thing that had happened since the first time she'd let a boy kiss her. He was so handsome, her daddy was, with his tall physique and his dark hair with the streaks of silver in it. And his pointed mustache. She liked that best of all. Some of her mother's boyfriends had mustaches, but most of them had long hair, real long hair that always looked mussed. In comparison, her Daddy was a prince.
She was sure there wasn't anyone in the whole world as good looking as her Daddy. Many times in the past seven years after her parents had gotten a divorce, she had dreamed about her father ... strange dreams, in which he would play with her. Strange games. Then she would suddenly turn much older, and he would turn much younger until they were about the same age, and then they would ride off on a magic carpet ... high in the sky where the clouds were just beginning to form. And her father would kiss her and make her all tingly and excited inside. It was so strange. She didn't understand why she felt that way, but she liked him a lot. Especially when he kissed her, and his hard muscular body was pressed against hers. Of course, it had all been just a dream before. But now, here she was pressed against him in the car and was actually going to live with him. Not just visit as she'd done a couple of years ago, but live! It made her feel wonderful.
Candy clung warmly to her father's arm, and was delighted to feel her slim young body begin to tingle just like in the dreams. And she felt funny down there, deep inside her, in the place her mother had called a vagina. That day when she had had her first discovery of her womanhood, her mother had called it that. And now it felt so funny, almost a little ... wet. But it was nice feeling, a lovely feeling.
"Here we are, Candy. This is where Daddy lives." Gray pulled up in front of a pretty, four story apartment house built of a dark wood. "This is your new home. Welcome home, Baby."
"Oh! It's so pretty! Not at all like that dingy apartment house me and Mommy live in in Greenwich Village ... yech!" And suddenly she leaned up and kissed him warmly. On the lips.
Chapter Two
When Gray Collins had first gotten the call from Catherine his ex-wife, asking him to take Candy for a couple of months while she buzzed off to London with her latest boy friend, he had had a number of misgivings. Not the least of which was his financial situation.
That bangled gypsy had hit it, all right. Gray knew the proverbial ups and downs of the agent business. Some months he'd hit a bonanza ... the next month zero. In the end it would all balance out.. -. one positive for one negative. That's the way the universe kept itself in order, wasn't it? One good for every bad.
Things had to pick up pretty soon, or he'd be out there with the panhandlers on the strip, begging for a nickel or dime.
The problem was with the entertainment business and the swing towards nudity. Christ!
That's all you saw on stage these days!
Television, magazines! Tits and ass, tits and ass. .. just bodies, no talent. And Gray Collins had sworn, when he started this crazy business as agent, that he wouldn't stoop to finding cheap sex parts for his actors and models.
Nor would any of his actors consent to it ... Most of whom had studied at ACT in San Francisco or spent years struggling in New York's Broadway to build an image for themselves.
But he was getting desperate. The wolf was at the door. Two months behind on rent, car payment due, not to mention child support and the answering service. It was mounting fast, and he was sinking fast...
So it was a bittersweet message from Catherine saying Candy would join him soon. Now, after a week of life with the radiant youngster, he found that she enhanced his life beyond measure. Her cheerfulness, her intelligence and wiliness, kept him on his toes. Gray was growing more and more attached to her, even ... though it shocked him to admit it ... somewhat physically attracted to her. There was an unconscious maturity about her that was unnerving, and when she came racing in to his bedroom in the mo'rning dressed in a Tee shirt and tight jeans, jumped on top of him and kissed him eagerly, imploring him to get up, he had more than once had to conceal the aching erection her innocent actions produced in his responsive penis.
Christ, you're such a dirty old man! Gray mused to himself. What's going to happen when she gets older? How will you keep your hands off of her then? He knew Catherine was a progressive woman ... downright wanton and too liberal at times ... and had raised her in an atmosphere of freedom, never hiding marijuana from Candy, or denying her a sip of wine. Apparently Catherine had given her a straightforward introduction to sex, explaining male and female sex parts and the funcion of sensuality, although, of course, the girl was completely innocent. She had often talked, during that first week, about what makes boys different from girls, and that she thought love had to be the most wonderful thing in the world. It made the jaded older man want to protect her, keep her safe from the debauchery and corruption that was rampant in Hollywood. Hell, Candy would probably think I was the most oversexed man in the world if she ever found out about how I go out with a different girl almost every week.
It was around eleven o'clock now, and Gray decided it was time for a drink. He slapped shut the manilla folder, the one marked "Bills ... Current" and headed for the kitchen to fix himself a Scotch on the rocks. He carried the extra strong drink to the couch and sat down, trying to relax and ease his mind of his financial worries. The liquor felt good coursing down his throat, and his muscular body began to unwind at last. He had begun to notice that the constant contact with the gorgeous-assed models and actresses he saw everyday was beginning to have an extremely stimulating effect on him sexually, and he found himself quite often getting aroused at the slightest provocation ... a bra ad on TV, a clean, even tan on a woman's back. Now, sipping slowly on his drink in the Danish modern living room, his genitals began to pulse softly in the crotch of his snug trousers. Gray leaned back against the couch, still sipping his drink, and feeling strangely at odds with himself. It was frustrating to be tormented by money problems on the one hand and by the insistent warmth of unreleased sexualtiy that wound through his wiry body with serpentine suggestiveness. It was too late to call up Mollie, his latest girl friend, and besides, he had to get up early tomorrow morning to go talk to his banker.
He realized, too, that he couldn't leave because of Candy. Candy, sweet Candy. How strange that she should come into his life now... after what the gypsy had said. It was absurd, just an coincidence, and an intrusion on his routine sex life, but yet ... she was so radiantly pretty, so charming, and precocious well beyond her years, that somehow, he wished he could keep her forever.
It was worth the trouble just to have her around to brighten things up a little bit. His mind, clouded with alcohol, began to center on her curvaceous little body ... the way her surprisingly ample young breasts thrust outward against her thin jersey blouses, the tiny little waist, the delightful curves of her young maturing hips just beginning to swell into maturity. He recalled the strange way she had of smiling at him, a disturbing smile combining the innocence of childhood and the sly seductiveness of a mature woman. Sometimes when she smiled like that, he had the irresistible impulse to grab her in his arms and cover her lithe little body with warm kisses. But he couldn't. It would break every moral taboo known to man.
Draining the last of his drink, he got up, switched off the bedroom lights and walked down the hall to his bedroom. He paused momentarily to glance inside Candy's room (he had moved his office out of the spare bedroom and into the living room, making room for a private bedroom for his little girl) and smiled warmly. She was sleeping like a cherub, her shining blonde hair cascading across the pillow, her eyes closed in peaceful slumber. Despite himself, he felt his cock lurch in excitement to see her sprawled so innocently, yet somehow so seductively, in her white lacey nightgown on the bed. Laughing at his own reaction, he closed the door to her bedroom and went inside his bedroom. Moments later, he was stripped naked and lay beneath a single sheet, listening to the far away traffic.
He was just drifting off to sleep when a car outside his window back-fired, sounding suspiciously like a gun shot. It crackled in the night.
Christ, it sounded like a machine gun, he muttered to himself as he settled back against the pillow. A few seconds later, he lay : absolutely still as he heard the door to his" room open very slowly.
"Who is it?" he whispered into the darkness. Immediately someone slipped into the wide bed beside him under the sheet.
"It's me, Daddy! Candy." She clung tightly to his naked body. "I'm scared. I heard that gun shot." Her Voice was small and nervous, and she clutched her hands around Gray's thickly muscled chest, crushing her golden haired head tightly against . him, shaking with fear. Instinctively her father embraced her and tried to calm her anxieties, although he realized he was completely naked and only Candy's thin cotton nightgown separated his flesh from hers.
"It was just a car, honey. Backfiring..."
"Oh," she clung tighter. "It was so scary ... like in the Village sometimes people get shot in the streets and the ambulances come and the cops ... and oh, I hate to hear loud noises like that."
Candy held her father's body tightly, and gradually her fear began to diminish. As it did, she began to realize that she was now actually clingling to her father's naked body, and the thought made her thrill with childlike happiness. It was just like the dreams coming true. Soon they would ride off on a magic carpet.
"Ah, Candace Jean . .." Gray whispered as the nubile girl wriggled happily against him, her slim pelvis pressing warmly against his genitals through the flimsy nightie. "I'm not dressed, honey. You shouldn't be here in Daddy's bed when he's not dressed."
"Why?" she asked innocently. How could it be wrong to be with him like this? He was such a wonderful father, and it gave her such a wonderful tingly feeling to be so close to him on such a scary night. "Why is it wrong?"
"Honey ... Daddy's not dressed ..."
"But sometimes I stayed with Mommy and her boy friends when they weren't dressed. Why can't I stay with you?"
Gray realized that Catherine had raised her daughter to be liberal, so that she apparently saw nothing wrong with being with him under similar circumstances. She was wriggling against him now, and involuntarily his thick penis began to stiffen with excitement. He became nervous, sweaty, unsure of how to handle the situation. He didn't just want to push her away, but still he had to put a stop to this, didn't he? Christ, his cock was already nearly fully erect. This was madness, pure madness.
"Candy, it's different with me... I'm your real father."
"But I love you! Oh, please don't make me get back to my bed!"
She snuggled even tighter to him, writhing her slim young form in an unconsciously provocative way so that her hips pressed almost lewdly against his steadily rising flesh. The dark haired man found himself struggling to resist the impulse to begin kissing the eleven year old girl, to give full vent to the steadily rising surge of passion that churned in his loins. A light sweat broke out on his forehead, and his head thudded on his chest. God, she was so beautiful, so lovely, he ached to hold her tight and to kiss her. Suddenly the girl began to kiss him on the cheek, then on the neck and shoulders, with irresistible girlish affection. As she wriggled eagerly, the cotton nightie began to bunch up over her tight young buttocks so that, after a few moments, her warm naked loins were completely exposed and pressing hotly against the stiffening thickness of his cock. Her father was nearly exploding with desire now, and struggling still to put a stop to the situation for once and for all, yet he couldn't, he couldn't!
"Oh, Daddy," she said suddenly, giggling sweetly, "your penis is so hard!"
"Candace, where did you hear that word?"
"Mommy taught me all about the penis and vagina," she said, "and how a boy and a girl love each other with them, and if they want, they can even make babies. Yours is so big, Daddy, and so nice and warm."
Playfully she scrambled down and began to play with Gray's wildly jerking cock and her slim little hands, exploring it with childish curiosity. Although everything in her father's brain was pleading with him to stop her, he couldn't. He had never felt such thrilling excitement as he did now, with the beautiful youngster playing so innocently with his rigid cock. His alcohol-clouded brain refused to allow him to make the gesture of refusal that would send the golden-haired little Venus out of his room to her own bed. Suddenly a shock of electric passion soared through him as Candy began to cover his lurching penis with warm kisses.
Gray couldn't believe it was happening, or that any little girl could be so blissfully innocent about sexuality. But it was real, incredibly real. Candy was a miracle of untouched naivete, unashamed about anything sensual, delighted to be able to convey her love for her father by playing with his genitals.
"Candace Jean . . . no, no you mustn't . . ." he managed at last.
But the little blonde girl didn't hear him at all, for she was burrowed beneath the covers eagerly kissing and licking his lust hardened cock as though it were a lollipop. Soon she stopped momentarily, threw back the sheet and quickly took off her nightie.
"It's too hot to wear this old thing," she said giggling again. "Oh, Daddy, this is so much fun."
How could he stop her? How could he tell her that what she did in playful naivete would be considered by some to be the most shameful of degradations! How could he spoil her simple delight by naming it corrupt? He couldn't. And besides, he was savagely aroused by her playful activity, and his hotly lurching cock hadn't felt so alive since his first lay. She made him feel the way he had in the past when he had first discovered women.
Then all at once the eleven year old beauty was completely naked and she threw herself on top of his lean, muscular frame with giddy abandon. She began to writhe against her father's muscular body, while her own young form was churning with newly awakened sensual delight. The young blonde had no way of making a moral judgement of what she did. She only knew she felt wonderful! Every part of her slim young body was throbbing with delight, and she couldn't hug her handsome father tight enough or hard enough ... oh, she wanted to climb right inside of him if she could! She pressed hard against him, her little hips rotating eagerly in a gentle screwing motion, and slowly she began to slide downward until she felt the tip of her father's eagerly erect penis press against the softly curled triangle of her virginal pussy.
Gray gasped as he realized that his unwittingly brazen daughter had positioned herself so that his enormous cock was right at the entrance to her tight little cunt. Up until now he had refused to stop her playful activity, but now he had to! It couldn't go on from here. Yet, for some unknown, inexplicable reason, he was paralyzed. His own body drove him nearly out of his mind with pleasure. Suddenly he reached up and enveloped Candy's silky little form in his arms, thrilling to the texture of her youthful skin, his cock lurching wildly as if it wanted to lunge up inside of her untouched little cunt. Oh God, imagine how it would feel, so small, so tight, so young ...
Candy was breathing faster and faster now, and her little heart pounded in her chest as her beloved father began to stroke her slender body with his wide warm hands. Oh, how delicious it was, and how hot she felt, down there ... in her cunt... it was almost as if her cunt was crying, it felt so moist and good. Her father's enormous hot penis was right there, right near the entrance. She remembered how her Mommy had told her about how a boy and girl could love each other. She wanted to love her daddy, she wanted to love him in the worst way.
Suddenly, she began to grind her pelvis downward pressing against the big tip of his penis, pressing harder and harder against the thin little membrane of her hymen until finally she felt a sting of pain as the thickly pulsing shaft penetrated inside.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned softly. She knew she didn't have to be afraid, her Mommy had told her what would happen the first time. She was so glad it was her daddy, too. Because she loved him so much.
Gray gasped in shock as he realized that his blood swollen cock head had penetrated his virginal eleven year old daughter's tender cunt and was buried just inside of the tight little ring at the entrance. Christ, she was so wet inside, so warm and wet. Surely he couldn't go all the way in, surely she wouldn't be able to take him up inside her tender little belly. But involuntarily he flicked his hips upward slightly, and sure enough his hugely swollen penis traveled farther up inside the virginally tight passage. He was gentle, quite gentle, but hypnotically could not keep himself from going deeper and deeper.
Candy could scarcely believe the overwhelming excitement she felt as her father's massively swollen penis began to travel up inside of her. It was so big, so alive, it was like having a person moving up inside of her. It hurt a little bit, but she didn't mind at all because of the other feelings ... the warm wet feelings in her trembling belly, the little ripples of delight that made her feel like she was covered from head to foot with Stardust. Oh, it was wonderful. Wonderful!
Gray was nearly delirious with excitement now as he continued to burrow slowly up into her wetly throbbing young pussy. Jesus, she was taking his cock without a whimper, in fact she seemed to love it, for she wriggled down against him eagerly trying to draw him even further up into her. Torrents of animal excitement raced through his lean, hard body as he thrust his hips upward, inching his hotly inflated cock deeper and deeper into her wriggling little cunt. And finally, miraculously, it was all the way in. His huge blood filled cock head touched the trembling wall of her cervix, and as it did, a jolt of electric energy seemed to tear through Gray's hotly aroused frame.
Without hesitation, he began to instinctively rock up and down, beginning a gentle fucking motion up between her slender legs. His desire-stiffened rod of flesh slid easily up and down little Candy's rapidly widening cuntal interior. It was incredible how easy it was, how readily she relaxed her pussy to admit him. She seemed to know exactly what to do, for the golden haired youngster began to shimmy up and down in perfect synchronization with his upward thrusts, clutching tightly to his shoulders andjnpaning in childlike glee.
"Ohhhhhh," his eleven year old daughter cried, "how nice it feels. OH, I love you, Daddy. I want to love you all the time."
What could a father with his nine inch prick stuck up into his eleven year old daughter's naked pussy say?
He knew that in the morning, during the sobering light of day, he might be overwhelmed with remorse at what was happening now, but for the moment he was caught inexorably in the extraordinary passion that totally consumed him. He had never experienced such incredible pleasure before, never. He began to increase his thrusts now, and the two of them were bobbing up and down on the bed faster and faster. All the while Candy laughed and moaned in complete happiness and ground her young little pussy down harder on his upward thrusting penis.
"Oh, God," Gray cried out as his entire body trembled with almost barbaric pleasure. "Oh, God, Candy ... Candy .... CANDY'."
Utterly enchanted that she could make her own father so happy, his daughter began to bounce up and down with increased abandon, stretching her slender young legs wide on either side of his so that he could enter her easily. His massive penis felt like a huge hot log coming up inside of her, and nothing had ever made the youngster feel so blissfully happy. Her loins were throbbing with a thrilling, hot sensation that she had never felt before in her entire life, and she mewled with utter, uninhibited pleasure. Soon something else began to happen, too.
Her eagerly stretched cuntal depths began to explode as if someone was setting off cotton-candy fireworks inside! She wanted it to go on forever, foreverJ She found that by bouncing up and down even harder on his rapidly lunging pillar of flesh, she could make the explosions come quicker and quicker. She was cumming! Although she didn't know the word, she did know that she felt like she was inside of a warm, rushing waterfall. Her entire body was pulsing with the most wonderful feelings ever! She was cumming!
Beneath her, her dark haired father began to groan as he felt his hotly swollen balls begin to churn with the approach of orgasm. His lust heated semen began to gather in his testicles and he increased the frantic tempo of his upward lunges, driving hard into his little girl's wetly stretched little cunt. An agonizing, aching sensation began to burst through his loins, and in the next second his scalding cum began to shoot upward until it travelled the full length of his insanely jerking cock and gushed thickly through the tiny slit in his cock head, burying itself deep into his blonde haired daughter's hotly convulsing little belly.
"Ohhhhhh!" Candy cried in delight, as she felt herself suddenly being filled by the warm seething wetness. This was the best part of all! The fireworks, more' fireworks, exploding inside of her! Coming from her father's wonderful penis! Oh, how she loved him!
"GGGGGRRRNNNN," Gray groaned, heaving upwards like a primitive savage and gushing his thick male cum up into her with the force of a flooding oil well. Christ, nothing had ever felt so incredibly good as this! He was cumming into the virginal cunt of his own eleven year old daughter, and he loved it! Loved it!
On and on the torrential orgasm came, until finally, drained and exhausted, his thrusting motions came to a slow stop. Finally they lay together on the bed, little Candy sprawled happily on top of her father's warm and naked body, bathed in a pleasant glow from head to foot. For a long time there was no sound but their soft breathing, and of distant traffic.
"Daddy," Candy said at long last. "I love you."
"I love you too, honey," he replied, although his mind was troubled with the immorality of what had taken place. Yet, no matter how he chastized himself for deflowering his own daughter, he also had to admit that had given him a more fulfilling sense of total pleasure. "But you must never tell anyone about this, Candace. People might not understand . . . especially your mother. It's got to be our secret."
"Oh, I like secrets!" she replied happily. "I won't tell anybody. I'd do anything for you, Daddy!"
"You would, huh? You ought to be an actress, you know that?"
"Oh, I'd love to be on stage," she said, slipping off of his body and cuddling up next to him on the wide bed. "In fact, we used to put on shows for each other back in New York ..."
"Who?"
"My friends and me."
"What kinds of shows?" Gray reached over to the night table next to the bed and got a cigarette. Lighting it, he lay back on the bed, while Candy playfully stroked the curling tangle of hairs on his chest.
"We'd dress up in costumes and then take all of our clothes off and dance around the stage. It was lots of fun."
"You did that?"" he exhaled the smoke heavily.
"Sure, but we haven't done it for awhile. I miss it. I like to be up on a stage and have people look at me. Mommy says I'm an exhibitionist, whatever that is." She hugged his chest. "Would you like me to put on a show for you sometime?"
"Sure, baby ... anything you like."
"Oh, good! Just for you, Daddy! 'Cause I love you so much ..."
"Now you just sit there, Daddy, while I get the stage ready." Candy ran off to the kitchen and came back with an eight ounce tumbler of Scotch ... with very few rocks. "Here ... this will get you in the mood!"
Gray Collins, took his assigned seat, a kitchen chair, outside of Candy's bedroom door and sipped the liquor. What a kid! he thought to himself. What a hell of a kid. .. putting on a show for her old man like this. Gray glanced at his digital watch, slightly perturbed that Candy was taking up his evening; he'd arranged to meet Sandra ... one of his occasional dates ... at nine thirty. Now it was eight o'clock already and a full half hour drive downtown LA even if the traffic was in your favor.
But when Candy had handed him the handwritten invitation to her show this morning at the breakfast table, how could he refuse? Christ, it would have broken the kid's heart, he thought. Then, too, Candy was more entertaining than all of Hollywood.
Slowly; the door opened and Candy, dressed in a long, baby-pink nightgown, thin and translucent, came out from behind the door. Her shimmering blonde hair was tied back with a white bow and fell behind her back in a cascading pony tail. Gray murmured in surprise when he saw her, for her angelic face, tinged with a slight bit of makeup was ravishingly beautiful. Her turquoise eyes shone and glittered, and the cream-white of her complexion, the rosiness of her cheeks and full young lips, made her a vision of nearly unbelievable loveliness.
Candy tiptoed to the bed, as if hiding something, and she clutched some garments in her hands. She hurried to the bed, then, checked behind her to make sure her father was watching. Then she placed the garments on the bed and stood in front of the full length mirror on the closet door, examining herself with the total assurance of an accomplished actress.
Then Candy strolled with an arrogant gait over to the desk that had been shoved in the corner and turned on the small, portable stereo. A low droning electric guitar whined from the speakers, music that seemed to bridge a gap in years from the purity of Candy's pink nightie to the raucous confusing sounds of approaching adolescence.
Gray, a-born director at heart, recognized this subtle transition instantly; he sat back, grinning at his child's ingenuity and took a deep sip of his drink. He watched as Candy went back to the bed and picked up the garments . .. black lacy brassiere and matching panties, leaving her father to wonder where she had bought them. She smiled mischievously at her father, and with a strange mixture of girlishness and feminine mystery, she put the lacy garments back on the bed and began to undo the buttons of her demure nightie. Slowly, she opened the front of it, exposing bit by bit her naked young body beneath. Gray began to breathe faster and faster as he caught glimpses of her milk white skin exposed lower and lower as she undid each button. With tantalizing slowness she lowered the nightgown from her soft curving shoulders and let it slide down over her arms until her firmly upthrust young budding breasts were completely naked.
There was an audible intake of breath in the hallway where the sole one-man audience caught sight of his daughter's quivering young breasts, two smooth pear-shaped mounds, pinkish white in color with darker areolas in the center. On exposure to the air, the little buds of her nipples began to contract, tightening visibly into hard little peaks.
Candy was a real piece of work. Not even the greatest artist in the world could have produced the naive beauty that pervaded the blonde teenager and the authentic quality of pre-adolescent charm that radiated from her lithe young body. The eleven year old girl thrilled to hear the enraptured response from her father as she began to expose her nakedly gleaming body. It was exciting to be an actress? just like a real Hollywood star ... even if it was only make-believe and there was only one person in her audience. Her body felt all goose-pimply and tingly, almost like it did when they were snuggled up close together in bed. She knew she was going to enjoy this game, and she hoped her father would like it too. With a little wriggle, the long pink nightie fell completely from her body and collapsed in a heap around her feet. The electric guitar played on .. .
A low growl of desire rumbled in Gray Collins' throat as his sexy little daughter stood totally naked in front of her father. Her surprisingly curvaceous young form gleamed with an almost translucent whiteness as she stood before him. Gray's gaze traveled to the barely fuzzed vee between her slender white columns of her thighs. The blondeness of her just sprouting pubic hairs only glistened as a shadow, making her pussy look naked.
Gray watched transfixed as his daughter walked stark naked across the 'stage' to pick up a huge furry teddy bear. She embraced it warmly holding it close to her sleek young body, then climbed onto the huge bed, surrounded by all the pillows Candy could find in the apartment. Still holding her teddy bear lovingly, she lay back on the bed and began to wriggle happily with it, rubbing the lifeless toy animal all over her nakedly glistening young body.
Unexpectedly, she pushed the bear's face down between her legs and rubbed it into the pinkish slit of her tight little pussy. Gray gasped and groaned in pleasure straining to catch his first glimpse of her naked young cunt. The Weight of Gray Collins' financial concerns seemed to lift like magic from his shoulders as Candy continued to writhe sensually on the bed with the teddy bear's face pressed hotly in her youthful little cunt.
Candy pulled the bear away, and for the first time Gray could see, naked and in full view, the faintly pulsing slit of his eleven year old daughter's pussy. His eyes zoomed in hungrily on her tender cuntal softness and low moans of rapid arousal could be heard coming from the hallway. The youngster looked at the stuffed animal with a sad expression on her face, and then suddenly flung it away, as if, with that one gesture, she was turning her back on the innocence of childhood. Then, after a sorrowful glance at the bear, she once more picked up the flimsy underwear she had brought with her into the room, examining it with curious interest, turning the soft, black lacy material over and over in her hands. The electric guitar music began a strain of hard, raucous rock and roll.
Candy's eyes began to flash now, with a strange, almost erotic excitement, as she walked, with the flimsy brassiere in her hand, to the front of the mirror. Carefully she began to put the garment on, hooking it behind her back, until her fully-fleshed young buds stood out haughtily, encased by the tight black lace of the brassiere. The effect was galvanic, and the one-man audience was quick to respond.
Gray Collins' daughter was transformed into a voluptuous vision of feminine allure. The combination of the brassiere and her innocent features sombined in an uncanny fashion, creating an image of astounding sensuality. Quickly, then, Candy darted back to the bed, breathing with youthful excitement, and picked up the soft black nylon panties. Holding them with trembling fingers, she ran back to the mirror, and stepped carefully into the panties, then began to wriggle them slowly and provocatively up her tapered white legs finally pulling the brief bikini garment up around her hips. Stepping back, she appraised herself in the mirror, her eyes shining with delight, Gray was stunned by what he saw, and when Candy reached back and undid the ribbon on her hair, letting her shimmering mane of blonde locks fall carelessly down her back, a murmur of lust rippled through the hallway. The pounding rock music began to speed now, and Candy began to dance, gyrating her slender loins in an incredible combination of innocent enthusiasm and shocking lewdness, all the while watching the mirror, allowing her father to see two views of her sensually gyrating form, a stunning double image of lurid suggestiveness.
Gray Collins smiled in complete awe. It was incredible the way his eleven year old daughter could command presence on stage! Candy was carrying off her act in magnificent fashion, never faltering once, totally enveloped in her little world of sexual make-believe. Her father found himself responding with as much excitement as any stranger would, and his massive cock jerked against his tight fitting continental slacks in full, lurching erection. His body was throbbing with potent arousal, and he quickly reached down, unzipped his fly, and withdrew the desperately aching rod of flesh. Christ, he couldn't help itl It was either take it out, or let it explode in his recently dry-cleaned pants! He watched his dancing and writhing little girl and slowly he began to jerk his massively inflated cock up and down, as much mesmerized by his daughter's lewd actions as anyone could be.
"Onstage', Candy herself became more and more excited as she writhed and rotated her slender form in front of the sexually frenzied father. Her sleek little body was growing hotter by the minute, and a light film of perspiration began to break out on her gleaming white skin. The interior of her panty-clad loins was churning with a delicious wetness as she danced, and soon she was feverish with adolescent excitement.
Suddenly, she reached behind her and unhooked the clasp of her brassiere, tossing the lacy garment away. For a moment, her thrusting young mounds jiggled as she wiggled lewdly, then she reached up with her hands and began to rub her pointy little nubs hungrily, her eyes half closed in sensual rapture. Sliding her palms down over her naked abdomen with an expertise that would have made a stripper proud, she inserted her little fingers in the tight waistband of her black lace panties and began to pull the fragile triangle down her tapering legs. Stepping out of them, she continued to dance in a frenzied manner while the rock music increased its tempo to an almost savage beat. She slid her hands up and down the sides of her hotly throbbing young body, rubbing her hips, her thighs, her breasts with mad fervor. Then she clambered once again onto the bed.
Gray was delirious with excitement now.
Christ, how he wanted to fuck her! He watched greedily as his daughter began to stroke her inner thighs, her hands drawing closer and closer to the glistening flesh of her nakedly pulsating cuntal slit. An electric shock of excitement ran through Gray as Candy began to rub her little clitoris with her fingers, arousing it, making it hard, and driving herself to incredible heights of sensual excitement.
Gray jerked frantically at his thickly swollen penis, hot body rippling with savage sexual energy. He watched with astonished eyes as his young daughter suddenly plunged two fingers up into the hotly seeping entrance to her cuntal interior. The youngster was moaning incoherently now, obviously completely in the thrall of her self-induced torrent of desire.
Candy drove her fingers upwards into the passion-drenched interior of her pussy, plunging them slowly in and out, just the way her Daddy had done to her several times in the last couple of days since she had first made love to him. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt, like being adrift in a surging ocean of feathers; a sweet radiance blazed in her loins and radiated outwards to every part of her sensually splayed young body. Her eyes rolled upwards in her head as torrents of passion roared through her aroused frame and she tossed her head from side to side, her blonde hair flying in every direction. On and on, she drove her frantic fingers upwards into the blazing wet walls of her adolescent cuntal flesh while her father watched.
"Unnnnnnnnggghhh," the blonde girl cried out, her melodious voice penetrating even the primitive beat of the rock music on the stereo. "OHHHHHH!"
She was cumming, cumming rampantly, and Gray knew it. He was aroused beyond measure by the sight of his eleven year old daughter wriggling and thrashing in the throes of her orgasm, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of her rigid little fingers thrusting madly up inside her wetly secreting pussy flesh.
Gray Collins could no longer control his own thickly churning seed. His swollen balls, tightly hidden in his trousers, pulsed like jungle drums as his moment of climax neared. And suddenly he was there! A thick white eruption of semen squirted from his hand-jerked penis and spurted into his handkerchief. He grunted like a barbarian as his wildy pumping cock emitted gush after gush of scalding male cum, while his young daughter whimpered luridly in the grips of her own orgasmic release.
Soon, however, Candy found the dazzling thrills beginning to fade, and she lay back on the bed, her drenched little fingers still lingering in her warmly throbbing cuntal entrance. She was totally exhausted, and she closed her eyes, breathing softly, and let her self-induced passion ebb slowly away.
As the rock music album ended, Candy's groans seemed to fade also. Gray wiped his cock clean with the hanky, then stuffed the limp tube of his penis back into his continental slacks. He glanced at the bed, and a broad smile crossed his face as he watched the naked young form on the bed smile back at him shyly.
"Did you like that, Daddy? Wasn't that fun?"
"Baby," he replied, "you ought to be on stage. You're a natural."
"Really!" Candy sat up on the bed. "Can I do it in front of some other people then? Some of your friends? Oh, I'd love that... I'd like to have everybody in the world watch me! It makes me feel so ... so pretty . .."
Wheels clicked in Gray Collins' head. It just might work, he thought. At least it's worth a try. Things can't get any worse financially.
Candy jumped off the bed, jubilantly, and ran for her father, arms outstretched, ready to hug his neck. "Daddy ... Oh that would be so super!" Then her fine features clouded, but only for a moment. "Daddy . .." she pouted. "Can I have somebody else play with me on my stage? It would be so much better than a teddy bear. Maybe one man and one lady? ... Could we? Could we? Oh, please, Daddy!"
Gray Collins jaw dropped slack. Christ almighty! he thought to himself. Am I dreaming? Or is this really my little girl begging me to put her on stage with two horny sonofabitches who are gonna fuck her silly!
"Baby," he began, not quite certain as to how to explain the situation to an eleven year old.
"... Baby, if we do, we're gonna have to find the right person for you. You know..." He stroked her long blonde honeyed locks back behind her ear. "... somebody who's gonna be gentle with you." He didn't want to make his daughter's wishes sound corrupt. Corrupt, hell? Downright wanton was more the word.
"Okay, Daddy. I can't wait! Oh, I'm finally gonna get to be on stage!" Candy hugged her father tighter, wriggling her naked buttocks in his lap.
Gray Collins couldn't hide his smile. It just might be the way out of my financial problems, he thought. Christ, I can think of at least a dozen LA businessmen who'd love to entertain their clients with something special... something outrageously special. .. and businessmen have the bucks.. .
The unabashed father kissed his daughter oh the cheek. "Honey, you've made my day. Your show was spectacular. You stick with Daddy and one day we'll see your name in neon lights ..." Gray looked up at an imaginary theatre marquee. "Candy Collins . . . dancer, stripper, actress, and comic. . . . You'll be another Shirley Temple, honey. A Shirley Temple men like Daddy have been waiting for. . !" He kissed her again. "But we have to find you a playmate... !"
Chapter Four
"Who's there? ..." Jack Thompson turned down the stereo in the living room and peeked through the adjoining kitchen door in time to see his wife Carlotta dejectedly throw her shoulder bag on the kitchen table. "Any luck?" he wanted to know, looking up from the entertainment section of the Los Angeles Times.
Carlotta, a striking five foot eight inch redhead with a lanky, modelish body that could make a bandaid look styhsh, sauntered through the door and plopped down on the sofa next to her husband. One by one she kicked off her platform shoes. "What do you think?" she asked, shaking her head.
"You try the studios for standins?" the rugged, muscular looking husband of twenty-four asked.
Carlotta stared off into space. "You know how that goes ... come back tomorrow." Her red-tipped fingers reached for and plucked a cigarette from her husband's pack in his shirt pocket. "Sometimes I think I was crazy for ever dreaming I could be an actress in LA ... at least a serious actress." Jack flicked his lighter aflame for her and held it up for his wife to light her Camel.
"Honey, there's nothing serious about LA. You're spoiled ... no Shakespeare companies on Hollywood and Vine." The lawyer watched his wife's nostrils flare as she drew in the first lungful of smoke and exhale it through her nose. Acting was a serious subject with Carlotta, and he knew her nostrils weren't flaring just from smoke. Condescendingly, he patted her soft hand with his masculine one. "Don't let it get ya down, honey." Leaning over, he kissed her on the cheek, staring into her grey, sober eyes. "You don't have to work you know. The ol' man hasn't let ya go hungry, ya know ..."
Carlotta let out a deep breath that sounded like a drowning man's last breath of air. "I know. You've been good to me, Jack, but I get all antsy sitting around the house all day. Some women aren't made to be housewives, and you're stuck with one."
No, you don't have to work, thought Jack, but maybe it would be good for you. Maybe, he brooded, it would take the tension off a little.
Their young marriage had been a little rocky lately, primarily due to the differences that had arisen between them sexually after the blissful early days of their relationship. Jack had been in Viet Nam and had had wide and varied experiences with women of all kinds, and he knew his way around a bedroom. Carlotta, a demure Irish Catholic from Boston, was an 'old fashioned' girl.
That very quality of innocence was exactly what Jack had needed when he came back war-ravaged and confused from Viet Nam. Of course, her looks could stop traffic, and her face was dynamic. With her blazing red hair and shining grey eyes, combined with a kind of wholesome apple-pie face, she could have been a washerwoman and he still would have married her. But she wasn't. Carlotta was an actress, a serious no-messing-around, don't-offer-me-a-part-for-a-quickie-on-your-couch, sort of girl who refused to show even her belly button in public. Yet there was something about her that was sexy and exciting.
On their marriage night, he found out that she had had no experience in bed whatsoever and was unreasonably frightened of anything except the most standard kind of sex play. Teaching her had been fun; it had made Jack feel manly. But after a couple of weeks he had begun to demand more sexually from his wife. Carlotta refused to give it. That's where the trouble started.
One arm around his wife, his right hand turning the pages of the entertainment section, Jack thumbed through the pink section while Carlotta puffed on her cigarette beside him. .
Suddenly, Jack snapped his fingers and slapped his wife on the knee. "Hey! Forgot to tell you. Friend of mine from the office went to a party, you know..." Jack wrinkled up his nose. "... one of those typical bullshit orgy parties the other night, and said he met a man there who's an agent for actors and models." The young lawyer made a clean sweep with his hand. "Legit... this man's strictly legit. Handles straight stuff... none of this sex crap. I'll give Ted a call and get his name if you want. They exchanged cards, I guess."
Carlotta groaned, showing no enthusiasm. "Well... I guess it doesn't hurt to try."
After a few minutes, Jack Thompson came back from his study and handed his wife a scrap of paper with 'Gray Collins' written on it, with his phone number. "Give him a call tomorrow... and now, my dear wife, how about letting me take you out to dinner?"
It was late that night when the young couple returned from dinner. Jack was feeling a little drunk from the three bottles of wine he'd consumed with his fettucini and veal parmigian, and his young wife was annoyed at his inebriated state. On the drive back from the restaurant Carlotta had been scared to death that Jack would get picked up for drunken driving, the way he kept weaving in and out of traffic. She hated to see him drunk... he always got so pushy about sex.
Carlotta stood tapping her foot disapprovingly while she waited outside of their apartment door for Jack to find the key.
"Christ! Don't know what the hell... ah, here .. ." He rummaged around in his pockets, then struggled for a half minute trying to fit the odd-shaped hunk of metal into that tiny hole. Something sexual in the connotation sent him into hysterics. "Kinda like life, isn't it, wifey?" he mumbled. "Slippin' it in that littl' hole."
"Jack, don't talk like that!"
"It's true," he said, finding that a flick of the wrist opened it easily. "You're the prettiest girl in the world and I've had the hots for ya all night."
"Oh, Jack," said Carlotta, blushing a deep rose. "Don't talk dirty .. ."
"Dirty? Chrissakes, nothin' dirty about wantm' to get loose with yer wife," he snapped, his voice slurred with alcohol.
Carlotta pushed away from him and walked coldly into the living room to turn on a lamp. "Sounds cheap. I hate cheap things."
"Uptight Catholic cunt..."
"You! You creep!" screamed Carlotta, the tears erupting and trickling down her cheeks. "That was a horrible thing to say! Just because I'm not like the sluts on the street you think I'm uptight!"
Seeing his wife cry so pitiably brought the drunken husband up short. He had been so tipsy he hadn't realized what he was saying, and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her feelings. Taking her out to dinner had been a gesture to soothe her deflated ego, and now he'd blown it. "Oh, baby. I'm sorry." He went over to the sofa, and sat down and took her in his arms.
"I love ya, honey. You know that."
Carlotta let herself be drawn into his arms, still shuddering from the tears.
"Please don't cry. I hate to see ya cry."
The young husband lifted his wife's face up and kissed her warmly, trying to ease her mind and make up for his stupidity. His unhappy bride resisted him at first, but then, enveloped in the sweet intimacy of his kiss, she gave in and began to kiss him back, pressing her pliant lips warmly on his.
Jack held her tighter, and as their kiss went on he found himself growing rapidly excited in their closeness, with her lush young body pressed so warmly to his. He could feel his penis stiffen excitedly in the tight confines of his trousers, and ripples of lust, enhanced by his drunken condition, began to surge through his loins and radiate outwards to every part of his swarthy young body. He began to kiss her neck and shoulders and to blow little wisps of hot air into her ear. He wanted her tonight, he wanted to make love to her as he had never wanted anything in his life. Christ, she was so goddamned beautiful. His hands began to travel down her back, then up again, snaking between their tightly pressed bodies until they came to rest on the wide-set fullness of her breasts beneath the snug-fitting yellow jersey dress she wore.
"Oh, baby," he whispered urgently, "you're so sexy. Let's make love. Let's go in the bedroom and make love."
Carlotta tensed as he said this. There was no reason to refuse him, of course, but her Catholic upbringing took hold of her once again, and a chiU coursed through her body. It seemed wrong, especially after he had behaved so ridiculously tonight. She didn't feel ready. And maybe he would want to ... to do those things with her, things that made her roundly curving young body shudder with apprehension. No, not tonight, it wasn't right. She needed time.
"Jack," she struggled to say. "Jack, I feel strange ... I don't know if I can ... I'm so tired . . ."
Her muscular young husband tried to ignore the feeling of rising resentment that began to consume him. She was resisting him again, making a fool out of him and denying him his rights as a man. Christ, how long was this going to go on? His drink-sodden brain began to reel with anger and frustration, while his achingly aroused cock continued to pound in his pants, yearning for the release that was long overdue. It had been nearly a week since he'd touched her.
"Carlotta... for God's sake why not? What are you so scared of?"
"I don't know... Jack. I just don't know. .."
Her muscular young husband fought down a wave of sudden anger at his voluptuous flame-haired wife. There wasn't any point in losing his temper. That would only serve to reduce to nothing the slow sexual progress Carlotta had been making over the past few months. No, frustrating as it was for him, he knew he had to be patient. Besides, she was worth all the time in the world. Gazing at her through his drink-fogged eyes, his momentary annoyance was transformed into a warm rush of tenderness for his lushly built bride, a desire to hold her in his arms and protect her so that she'd realize she never had to be afraid of anything again. His thick girthed cock, which had subsided at her verbal rejection of his lovemaking, once again began to pulse softly in his pants. At the same time, he knew that most of her fears were nonsense. Although he'd never studied much psychology, his knowledge of women told him that a large part of her resistance was probably just an unconscious flirtation. He had long toyed with the idea of some night just overriding her objections and taking her, gently but firmly. Watching her move lithely around the living room tonight convinced him that maybe this was the night.
Swaying to his feet, the young lawyer once again drew his redhaired bride into his arms, and forcing her head backwards over his powerful forearm, began showering her face with warm wet kisses. He could feel her haughtily thrusting young breasts pressed against his chest, and the pressure of her supple femininity against his body filled him with a sense of raw maleness. He wanted to take her now, to fuck all the fear and resistance out of her. And she'd love it too, he was sure of that, once she realized it was useless to fight it, and she was no doing, pushing against his shoulders with her tiny manicured hands.
Ignoring her objections, the hotly aroused husband held her close and pressed his lips down on her soft full ones, while with the one hand he again began fondling the fullness of her jersey-encased breasts.
The contact of his lips with hers immediately made Cariotta try even harder to wriggle out of his lustily encircling grasp. Did he have to paw her like this? And his breath reeked of alcohol!
"Jack, stop, I told you, I don't want to ..."
"But I want to," her husband breathed hotly, burying his lips in the silky texture of her swanlike neck and letting his tongue snake out over its smooth white length, down to the little hollow of her shoulder.
"I don't care! It's awful like this. And besides, I'm tired. I've had a hard day. I told you, oh please, Jack ..." The young wife could feel herself becoming angry at what seemed to her to be her husband's inconsiderate and unromantic attempts to make love to her. Spoiled and used to having her own way, she wasn't used to being thwarted.
But Jack was past caring now, and was even beginning to relish drunkenly her outraged attempts to fend him off. He hadn't had a wrestling match with a sexy broad in a long time, and never with his proper, almost inaccessible wife. As she struggled against him, he found that her angry resistance only served to excite him even more, awakening in him the keen male urge for conquest. It was becoming like a game to him, and suddenly, scarcely knowing or caring what he was doing because of the effects of all the wine he'd drunk, he found himself reaching down, grasping his still struggling wife around the knees and lifting her off her feet so that she was slung over his shoulders like a sack of flour. For a moment it seemed that he might fall over, and Cariotta shrieked in terror as she struggled to maintain her balance on his shoulder, the floor swaying ominously far below.
"Jack put me down!" she demanded. "Have you gone crazy?"
"Yes," her husband boomed drunkenly in reply. "Crazy with lust. Gonna drag you off in the bushes lady and fuck you senseless. Haven't been in a woman in two years. Had to fuck trees ..."
Steadying himself at last, the inebriated young husband began weaving his way down the hall toward the bedroom, drunkenly spouting anything that came into his head. He felt like he'd been lost in the jungles of Viet Nam and was seeing a woman for the first time in years. He was damn near out of his mind with unsatisfied desire, and he was going to exercise his marital rights tonight and demand the full, potent release that his wife's namby-pamby uptightness had denied him for so long.
Once inside the bedroom, he dumped his now furious young bride unceremoniously on the bed, and before she had time to recover from her jolting transport down the hall, threw his weight on top of her, grinding his lurchingly erect penis hard against the soft pliant flesh of her thighs and once again crushing his mouth down on hers, this time forcing her lips apart so that his tongue could begin a crude exploration of the interior of her dark oral cavern. His hands reached down to the hem of her yellow dress, already disarranged, and began inching it upwards until he felt the smooth coolness of her naked thighs above the tops of her stockings. Groaning with animal passion, induced by the drink and his long frustration, he worked his hand under the taut elastic straps of her garter belt and inside the tight leg band of her clinging white nylon panties. At the same time his mouth found its way downward and closed around the fearfully trembling mounds of her breasts, oblivious, in his hunger, to the fact that his defenseless wife was still fully dressed. His hand reveled in the tender softness of her pubic hair,.and he stroked it hungrily, although his caresses were inhibited by the restraints of their clothes and the awkwardness of their positions.
"Oh, you're getting my dress all dirty ... and it's my favorite one ..." Carlotta mewled, tears beginning to rise in her gray eyes.
"Take it off, then!"
Reaching behind her, Jack quickly unzipped the zipper all the way, and began pulling it roughly off her tapering shoulders. He was about to tear it off the low part of her body, too, when Carlotta, anxious to prevent its complete destruction, stopped him. Rolling away from him, she slipped it off herself, her whole body bristling with anger. With exaggerated slowness, she folded it neatly and placed it on a chair. Jack watched her with amusement and steadily mounting desire from the bed, unbuttoning his own shirt and flinging it aside as he did so.
"You're so pretty when you're mad, I could eat you up," he teased. "In fact ... " and he reached out suddenly and grabbed her wrist, pulling her awkwardly back onto the bed ... "I think I will!"
Fumbling, he undid the clasp on the hack of her white lace brassiere, and shoved the flimsy material out of the way so that he could bury his face in the swaying softness of her opulent, pink tipped breasts, nipping voraciously on first one and then the other of the tips. Then, rising to his knees, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, easing them down over his legs along with his white cotton undershorts, so that the pulsating shaft of his blood engorged cock was suddenly revealed to the horrified gaze of his disbelieving wife.
Carlotta was shocked to the depths of her being by her husband's sudden crude behavior. He had never treated her like this before, and while a part of her secretly was fascinated by his sudden exercise of power and potency, it was vastly overridden by her outrage at his lack of concern for her feelings. This must be what her mother had meant by her discreet references to crude animal passions, and her warnings to Carlotta before her marriage, not to enter into an alliance that would be degrading. She closed her eyes in distaste to shut out the sight of his blood swollen rigidity and the lewdly bobbing sac of his testicles beneath it that swayed against his hairy thighs.
In the next moment, however, her eyes flowed open again as she felt her panties being ripped downward over the sensitive flesh of her naked white thighs, leaving the astonished bride clad only in her lacy garterbelt and dark nylon stockings. Before she could protest, she felt her husband's hands on her stocking-clad skin, pushing her legs up and back so that he could gaze openly at the glistening pink flesh of her naked cuntal split. Suddenly, still holding her legs in this embarrassingly lewd position, he dropped down on the bed between her legs and darted his thick wet tongue up the full length of her defenseless pussy slit until it found the tiny bud of her clitoris and circled it obscenely.
"Oooooohhhh, stop! Stop, Jack, you know I hate that! It's disgusting..." the repressed young wife shrieked as sudden tremors of searing intensity richocheted sharply through her nakedly splayed young frame.
"Relax, baby," Jack commanded, nearly at his wit's end over her continued sullen unresponsiveness. "Let yourself enjoy it!"
But the self-willed young wife was deaf to his order. How dare he treat her like a ... a piece of meat! And he knew she couldn't bear even the mention of the obscene act he was performing on her. It was horrible, the way it made her feel, and she was sure it was terribly sick. They had argued over it frequently, and Jack had finally given up talking to her about it, hoping, she knew, that she would come to enjoy it in time.
But she wouldn't. Never! No lady would ever voluntarily lower herself to such depraved depths, she was sure of it! She might have to endure his drunken love-making ... he was her husband, after all. But she would not let him lick and suck her so obscenely down there between her legs ... never!
Suddenly the furious young wife reached down with both hands and grasped her husband's thick curly hair. Scarcely knowing exactly what she was doing, only that she had to stop the knifelike sensations that curled through her nearly upended body at each lewd lick of Jack's salaciously probing tongue, she pulled hard on his dark brown locks, and her husband replied with a howl of pain.
"You goddamn bitch!" he bellowed rising off the bed and staring at her in disbelief. "You frigid cunt!"
"Don't use that kind of language with me, Jack Thompson, I'm not one of the whores you're used to associating with!"
"Shaddup!" Suddenly Carlotta reeled back on the bed in pain, for Jack, overwhelmed with blind rage after her unexpected attack, had slapped her across the face with his open palm. "I'm goddamn sick and tired of your bitchin' and complainin" he slurred drunkenly. "No matter what I do, it's never good enough for you. You're too fuckin' lilly white to be touched, aren't you? Well, fine, baby, that's just fine. If I can't touch your precious Catholic cunt, maybe you can try touching my cock for a change!" He was furious now, and past the point of reason. Carlotta had never seen him so angry, and the sight of his swaying form lurching above her on the bed filled her with regret for her rash act.
"Jack, Jack, honey, I'm sorry," she whimpered, as he straddled her body with his powerful thighs. "I... I didn't mean it!"
"That's okay, baby, I got the perfect way for you to make it up to me," her raging husband replied, grinning coldly at her while his hands reached down to circle the lust-knotted shaft of his rock hard cock and the swaying of his lust-engorged testicles.
"What... what do you mean?" Carlotta asked in a trembling voice.
"I mean, bitch, you're gonna suck my cock. You're gonna take it in your mouth and suck on it and lick it until I cum! You'll like it, won't you? You won't have to let my nasty old prick near your pure little cunt at all!"
Carlotta could hardly believe her ears, but as her husband pinned her down with his weight, kneeling abover her with the thick rubbery tip of his cock head only inches from her face, she suddenly realized that he meant exactly what he said. He was going to force her to take his cock into her mouth! The unhappy young bride's brain reeled in horror at the idea, and she tried to wriggle out of his iron grasp, but Jack seized her long mane of red hair in his hand and twisted it cruelly.
"See? Two can play at that little game, Carlotta! And don't try any funny business with your teeth, either."
Still gripping her hair, he placed his huge bulbous cock head against her trembling red lips, and the horrified young bride felt a wave of sickening fear go through her as the tiny droplets of pre-cum that glistened on the tip smeared wetly onto her skin. Desperately she clamped her lips shut, hoping against hope that if she were determined enough, Jack would abandon his lewdly degenerate scheme.
"Open up, or I'll force you to!" the lust-crazed husband snarled, giving another vicious wrench to her hair.
Carlotta shrieked with pain at his violent gesture. Suddenly her ordinarily mild mannered spouse had somehow been transformed into a sadistic torturer right before her eyes, and she knew instinctively that she had better comply with his salacious demands or risk the consequences ... and judging from what had already happened, she knew that would not be pleasant. Fighting down her shame and fear, she tentatively parted her full sensuous lips to receive his lustily throbbing cock.
"That's more like it," Jack hissed, sliding the tip of his desire-inflamed member into the reluctantly proffered portal.
Carlotta gagged slightly as she tasted the pungent tartness of the male fluid that seeped wetly onto her tongue. With all her heart she regretted her prim rejection of Jack's earlier, more gentle advances, and she pleaded with him with her eyes to stop this cruel oral rape. But one look at his lust-distorted features told her that it was too late to plead for mercy. Fighting down the hot tears of pain and humiliation, she closed her eyes and surrendered.
To her surprise, once the initial trauma was over, it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. At first Jack moved only slightly, rotating his pelvis slowly and savoring the warm moist interior of her mouth and the soft pressure of her ovalled lips against the sensitive surface of his heatedly throbbing cock. With her tongue she could feel the smooth, kind of velvety texture of the thickly distended shaft and the sperm-filled ridge that ran along the underside of the pillar-like rod. She had just begun to relax slightly and feel that perhaps she might be able to endure her awful ordeal after all, when Jack's voice jolted her out of her passivity.
"Lick it," he commanded lewdly, "and suck it, like you really dig it!"
Shocked by his crude words, Carlotta nonetheless did as she was told. It seemed he was going to spare her nothing. He wouldn't even just allow her to endure this humiliation passively, but was insisting, with periodic painful twists to her hair which he still held in a vise-like grip, that she actively participate.
Soon the ravaged young wife's lips and tongue fell instinctively into a gentle sucking and licking motion, and Jack felt hot thrills of long-repressed sensuahty course through his powerful frame.
"Nnnnnnnnggggghhhh," he groaned, throwing his head back in delight. This was what he'd needed, needed for months ... a final full release of all his pent-up sexual energy. He should have done this a long time ago, pulled her down off her fucking pedestal and slapped her silly when she gave him an argument. But he'd been too intimidated by her beauty and ladylike reserve even to demand his rights as a husband. Well that was over with now. He felt like a whole man again at last, as his huge penis sawed in and out of his wife's helplessly imprisoned mouth, going deeper and gaining momentum with each stroke until he could feel it ramming against the back of her throat each time he plunged forward.
Carlotta gagged again as his mouth-fucking increased in speed and intensity. Her whole body tensed with the effort of taking the violently lunging instrument into her mouth and throat, and it seemed that she wouldn't be able to endure it a moment longer. But soon she found that if she relaxed totally and made every effort to keep her throat open and receptive, her suffering was minimized.
And ... and a strange thing seemed to happen, too. Much to her surprise, she began to feel darting little tingles of pleasure in the deepest recesses of her belly as her husband's lust-driven penis sawed in and out between her tightly rounded lips until the whole bed was rocking with the rhythm of his strokes. It seemed as though an enormous pressure had been taken away from her with this brutal rape. Once the moral issue was taken out of her hands, she was suddenly free, free in a way she had never been before, free to ... her mind reeled at the thought ... to enjoy what she felt as Jack's muscular body rocked to and fro above her, plunging his lust-thickened shaft deeper and deeper inside her mouth. To her amazement, her body suddenly seemed to be functioning with a will of its own beyond her conscious control. Her mouth and tongue began to slide deftly over his thrusting cock, as though she'd been doing it all her life. She was even sucking on it greedily, hungrily, as though she wanted to drain him of the dregs. Little moans and sighs began to rise in her lips, and there was a lewd wet tingling sensation up between her legs that was unbearably sweet and tantalizing. Soon, scarcely knowing what she was doing, the young redhead had reached up to squeeze and knead the sexually tensed flesh of her husband's hard-tensed buttocks, something she would never have done voluntarily before.
"That's it," Jack moaned, delighted at her sudden responsiveness. "Oh baby, that's it! Suck me! Ohhhhh suck me!"
His lewd passion charged words shocked the young wife, but they thrilled her also. Incredible as it seemed, even though he was treating her shamefully, in a manner inconceivable to her before, like a... a whore, yes that was it ... she was actually enjoying it! She was writhing helplessly under him, sucking on his now furiously plunging penis with all her might, and she was reveling in it!
Before she had time to fully register her amazing discovery, Jack seemed to explode in movement, taken to the very verge of orgasm by her deft oral manipulations. His penis rammed in and out of her parted oval mouth with demonic force, and Carlotta could do nothing except hold onto him helplessly, as he groaned with soon-to-be released passion. The sex-crazed young husband felt as though an incredible gusher was about to rise out of the deep recesses of his tightly pounding testicles. He could feel it overtaking him, bringing with it an incredible excitement, like nothing he'd felt in all the months of his marriage.
"Ah ... ah ..... ahhhhhhhhhh!"
And suddenly he was there! Jets of thick milky sperm erupted from deep in his lust-demented loins and into his wife's voraciously sucking mouth. At first she thought she would choke from the sudden explosion of his copious ejaculation, but soon she was swallowing it down, urged onward by the heated pulsing in her own moistly quivering cunt as Jack's male fluids spewed forth in a seemingly endless torrent into her receptive oral cavern.
And then it was over. Exhausted, the muscular young husband slid off his wife's body into a heap on the bed beside her. Carlotta lay quiet, almost in a state of shock, still tasting the last delicious traces of his semen. For a momegf, she seemed bathed in a strange new kind of reality. She looked at her husband lying beside her, still breathing heavily from his exertions. She also saw her own body, still clad in the stockings, the garter belt, her legs splayed wide apart, and she felt the still unsatisfied throbbing in her nakedly glistening cunt.
"Oh ..." she breathed softly. "Oh Jack, how could you? How could you make me do a thing like that?" And with an anguished little cry, she leapt up from the bed and raced into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, vowing that tomorrow she would call that agent and see if she could get some work. Then, when she'd saved enough money, she would divorce Jack.
Maybe I am being too rash, she told herself, as she brushed her teeth, then swoshed a mouthful of Lavoris around in her mouth and spit it out. Oh God, but why does he have to treat me like a whore?
Chapter Five
Carlotta Thompson had risen early the next morning to dress, put on her make-up and face another day of job hunting. Around ten o'clock she dialed Gray Collins', telephone number ... the agent her husband's friend had met at a party ... and made an appointment for early that afternoon.
Perhaps getting involved in finding a job will help me to forget about my problems, she thought, maneuvering her way through the heavy, impatient Los Angeles traffic as she headed for the North Hollywood address where the recommended agent worked out of his home. At the stop light, she closed her eyes tightly but momentarily, her brain reeling with confusion and anxiety. She was trying, she was trying everything she knew to break through her sexual fears of marriage and its inevitable physical responsibilities. But it all seemed wrong, even sinful to do the things Jack wanted her to do.
Deep down inside she knew if she could only unlock the key to her sensual self she knew everything would be all right. The problem certainly didn't he with her desire for Jack. God, she wanted- him so badly sometimes she ached deep inside of her loins, ached with a burning passion to hold his powerful body against hers and fly to the heights of desire. She wanted to abandon herself totally to his needs, and be the kind of fulfilled and ecstatic wife he deserved. Even last night when he had forced her to take his massively swollen cock deep in her mouth, she had to admit that for a while, a brief while, she had begun to experience an overwhelming, galvanic pleasure. Her cuntal interior had begun to pulse wildly with a kind of surging heat that thrilled her to the depths of her being. Surely if she could just let go she could know more of that kind of wonderful eroticism, and her marriage to her handsome young husband could find levels of pure pleasure that would bind them closer and closer with a love that continually renewed itself.
Yet, the plain fact was that when he touched her now, the fearful redhead shuddered with terrors that rose up from the dark depths of her unconscious and made her close herself completely to the pleasures of the flesh. No matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't relax. And things were getting worse, not better, for all that she had turned the problem over and over in her mind. Hot tears began to fill her gray eyes, but she forced them back. It'lT only ruin my make up she thought, swallowing her sorrows.
Gray Collins' apartment was not hard to find, and moments later Carlotta Thompson parked her compact Datsun and making one last perfunctory assessment of her perfect beauty in the rear-view mirror, she got out of the car, locked it, and headed for the apartment house.
She rang the buzzer to apartment number two.
Seconds later, Gray Collins answered the door and pressed the buzzer to let her in.
"Hello, Carlotta Thompson?" he greeted. "Please come in." He opened the door wide to let her in. "Please excuse the mess, but my daughter has come to stay with me for a couple of months, and I've moved my office out of what is now her bedroom. Kids need a little privacy, too, don't you think?" . Carlotta smiled. "Of course they do."
Gray pulled up one of his office chairs and gestured for Carlotta to have a seat. "In fact, I'd hke for you to meet my little pride and joy." Turning, he called out to Candy. "Candy, come here, baby. There's somebody I'd like for you to meet."
On cue, Candy Collins, freshly scrubbed with the perfectly polished look of a Barbie Doll, bounded from her bedroom. Carlotta's eyes widened. The girl was unexpectedly beautiful, even sexy, and even though she was a female herself, she found herself a little mesmerized by the girl's spell-binding appearance.
"Hi, Carlotta ... how are you?" she smiled with the sweetness of a ripe strawberry.
"Just fine, darling. Glad to know you, Candy."
And while Carlotta and Candy exchanged small banter, Gray Collins was busy assessing his potential employee. His interest far extended beyond accepting another resume. He was searching for a partner for Candy, and just by luck, Carlotta Thompson was just what he needed; fresh, wholesome, and ravishingly beautiful. Up until now he had recruited some actors and actresses to perform in the upcoming playlets with Candy, but he hadn't found the right people yet. It was nearly impossible trying to find models and actors who could match Candy's unspoiled quality. Most were jaded and cynical, vulgar people generally, and he didn't like the contrast between them and his radiant daughter. Ads in the paper proved unsuccessful in finding the right people, either. And now the woman he'd been looking for had found him ... a fluke of luck.
"Could I offer you a cup of coffee, Carlotta... maybe a glass of wine?" Gray headed towards the kitchen, leaving his turquoise eyed darling to sit on the floor smiling at Mrs. Thompson.
Carlotta's hands were already shaking, partially from nerves. She could tell from the fine Danish modern furniture and the Cosmopolitan looks of Gray Collins that he was a successful agent, running a lucrative business. And judging from the artwork on the walls ... original Picasso pen and inks ... she knew he had exquisite taste as well, a rare combination of traits to find in an agent. She knew, she'd seen several in the past few weeks. "OH.. OH ... a glass of wine, that would be just great..."
From the kitchen Gray could hear his daughter and his future co-star of 'Gray Collins' special live sex act trio! talk about New York. Hell of a kid, mused Gray, pouring out a crystal goblet of wine, then crushing up a half of a quaalude and mixing it till it dissolved into the ruby liquid. Christ, that kid's gonna make me a million. He listened to the two females talk about acting, about Broadway in New York, about how Candy wanted to be an actress when she grew up. And Carlotta was eating it up! Loving every word, ohhing and ahhing over the eleven year old's ambition, giving her tidbits of advice.
Yes, Carlotta Thompson was it! She was the one he'd been looking for. Made to order, custom made. He poured himself a glass of wine, careful to remember his was on the right side of the silver tray, then poured a glass of milk for Candy. If all went according to plan, they'd have a partner for their playlets in about half hour ... with the combination of wine and muscle relaxant, Carlotta wouldn't know what the hell was happening to her when she'd drunk the whole glass. He could count on Candy to pull their scheme off. They'd rehearsed it, going over the dialogue and so far, Candy hadn't missed a line.
Picking up the tray, Gray headed back for the living room. "Didn't mean to interrupt your conversation, ladies." Gracefully, he set the tray down on the end table and handed Carlotta the glass of wine on the left of him, and to Candy he handed a glass a milk and a wink. Settling down on the sofa, the agent crossed his legs with an ease that added a note of confidence to his demeanor and toasted to Carlotta's success.
"I understand you've done a fair share of work on Broadway..." he opened the conversation and interview.
Carlotta took a hefty gulp of her wine and licked her lips, heavy with lip gloss. "Well, actually I've had more experience in Shakespeare companies than anywhere else. But I've done a few commercial things, too... plus modelling."
"Sounds interesting." Gray studied the woman's perfect features over the rim of his wine glass, smiling inwardly with each sip she took, knowing that by the time she finished half of that glass, she would be loose and flexible as a rubberband .. . and then Candy could take over.
The interview continued and so did Carlotta's drinking------ My God, thought Carlotta, suddenly alarmed, feeling a tingling sensation overwhelm her body, along with the undeniable urge to Ue down. Her eyelids kept fluttering as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She'd only felt this way once before ... a long time ago in acting school when she'd taken a pill at a party and slumped over fast asleep in the corner. She shook her head as if to shock herself awake, wondering what was making her feel this way. Nerves, she thought. Probably fust nerves from that awful night with Jack. God, the mere thought of it made her shudder. Convulsively, her shoulders shook.
"Are ... are you okay, Carlotta. You look pale all of a sudden."
Candy chimed in: "Yeah, you look like you need to lie down." She jumped to her feet and was at Carlotta's side in the wink of an eye. "Why don't you He down on my bed for a little while. Just a couple of minutes and I'm sure you'll feel okay."
Carlotta rubbed her forehead, her pupils now pinpoints of blackness in her luminous gray eyes. "Maybe ... maybe that would be a good idea ... I do feel a little strange. I guess it was the wine. Sometimes... I... I get this way ..." Oh God, how embarrassing, thought Carlotta. Nearly passing out at my interview! How stupid! If he doesn't give me any work I'll know why. How could I handle cameras and live audiences if I get nervous at an interview!
Candy took the drugged woman by the hand and led her down the hallway to her bedroom. Picking up her teddy bear, she threw it to the foot of the bed, then plumped up the pillow. "Here, lie down ..."
"Oh, thank you darling. You're such a sweet little girl, did you know that?"
Candy smiled at her new friend radiantly.
"Carlotta, if you're not feeling well... would you like me to massage you?"
"Massage? Do you know how to give massages?"
"Oh, sure. I watched a special on television once, and I give Daddy massages every night!" Candy became insistent. "Come on, Carlotta, I'd like to show you how good I am."
"Candy ... I don't know..." The young wife realized she was being foolish in her refusal... still, a good massage might do the trick. All she wanted now was to lie down. "Okay, darling ..."
Candy's turquoise eyes flashed with eagerness. "First you have to take off your dress. You can't really feel my fingers on you unless you're naked."
"Oh!"
"Sure .. . come on, I'll help you."
Gray Collins listened from the hallway. That little girl is sure something, he thought, blowing the dust from off of the tape recorder and placing it on the carpeted hallway just outside of the bedroom door where he could hear Carlotta aahhing and ooowwwing over Candy's expert massage.
"Ohhhh, Candy, that feels divine," Carlotta murmured. She was lying flat on her stomach on the wide bed while the young blonde straddling Carlotta's hips, sat lightly on her buttocks while she leaned forward and deftly massaged her back and shoulders with slow, gentle strokes.
"It's real easy to do," the scheming girl replied. "I can teach you how to do it sometimes if you like ..."
"Mmmmmm ... fine." Jack's redheaded wife felt pleasantly mellow and completely relaxed now, thanks to Candy's soothing massage. How lovely it felt to have the girl's smooth young palms sliding sensuously over her back. The tension that had tired her earlier seemed to fly away like magic, and her curvaceous young body rippled with softly pulsing pleasure.
Carlotta, for her part, was enjoying the massage as much as Carlotta, for she was keenly anticipating what was to come. Her father had told her to make love to the beautiful girl no matter how she protested, and make her part of their family. "Pretend she's your mommy," he'd told her. Then, as soon as Carlotta realized how much fun it was, she was sure to become a willing member of their little games that Gray had promised to put on stage with Candy as the star.
"Turn over, Carlotta," the blonde girl whispered, easing herself off the older woman's buttocks.
Willingly, the curvaceous redhead rolled over onto her back, stretching languidly and feeling utterly relaxed and calm. Her skin tingled from head to foot and she felt years younger.
"Candy, this is wonderful. But you must be tired. Don't you want to stop?"
"Oh no! I haven't even begun," she replied with a smile. "The best part is coming up. You just close your eyes now."
With a deep sigh the redheaded beauty closed her eyes and sank lazily into the softness of the mattress.
Slowly Candy pulled Carlotta's long tapering legs apart so she could kneel up between them to continue the massage. She cast an excited glance at the reddish gold vee of pubic hair nestled between the sculpted columns of the older woman's naked thighs and her heart began to beat faster as she caught a brief glimpse of the pinkly gleaming flesh of Carlotta's vaginal slit. Oh, how she loved to make love to girls ... just as much as men. In fact, she'd made love to several girls before she'd ever made love to her daddy. She loved to burrow her questing lips onto the sweet, honeyed flesh of their pussies. But she remembered that her father had told her not to go too fast with Carlotta, in case she didn't understand at first and got scared.
Placing her hands on the redhead's ripely swelling breasts, she began to knead them tenderly, rubbing her hands with the softest touch over the firm white mounds. The young housewife experienced warm rushes of pleasure in her chest as the youngster continued to knead her breast, and her dark nipples began to tighten sensually, while the rosy buds of her nipples grew erect and tight, jutting out pulsingly from the melon-shaped mounds of flesh.
"Oh, you have such beautiful breasts," Candy said softly as her eyes roved hungrily over the fair-skinned woman's breasts. For a while the blond nymphet let her hands trail down across the soft plane of the young bride's abdomen, and lazily caressed her naked white hips, but she was again drawn back to Carlotta's voluptuously rounded breasts. Slowly she bent down and lightly closed her mouth over one taut nipple.
Carlotta's eyes flew open in shock as she realized what was happening.
"Candy! What are you doing?"
"Oh, please let me suck your breasts," the eleven year old pleaded. "Please!"
"But... but it's wrong . .." the redhead protested.
"Why? What's wrong with it? Don't you like the way it feels?"
"Candy ... that's not the point... I..." Carlotta suddenly realized she had no argument, there was no reason to deny the child her wish except a vague moral concern that it was wrong. In her drugged gaze, she could see the beautiful blonde girl's eyes filling with tears of unhappiness.
"I... I thought I was making you feel good."
"Oh.. . Candy, you are ..." She was being silly again, she thought, uptight and foolish just like she had been with Jack. "All right, darling ... if it makes you happy."
She lay her head back again and Candy eagerly bent down and began to suck on the young wife's breasts, first one then the other, while her young hands embraced her naked shoulders. Oh, how nice it was to suck on those nakedly quivering mounds, soft as doves.
Carlotta could scarcely believe the warm thrills of excitement that began to course through her body as the youngster continued her lewd oral ministrations. In the back of her mind she knew she shouldn't allow it, but it felt so good, soo good, and the girl seemed to want to do it so badly. It wasn't really wrong was it? After all, they were both actresses, weren't they? Unconsciously she let her hands fly up to tangle themselves gently in the silky strands of Candy's golden hair that fell down across her naked young breasts and shoulders.
"Ohhhhh," she found herself moaning, "Ohhhh..."
The young wife seemed to be drifting into a blissful dream state, and felt vibrantly alive in every part of her lush body. The girl was right, she reasoned to herself, there's nothing wrong with this, it's just part of the massage, she reasoned in her drugged state, never remembering that she was in Gray Collins' house, in his daughter's bedroom with the door wide open! In her mind she was floating on a magic carpet somewhere out in space, just feeling good, oh, so good. I've got to quit being so jumpy whenever anybody touches me. I mean, she's only having fun, she's not seducing me!
Meanwhile, in the hallway, Gray Collins took out his camera from the shelf in the hallway and muttered to himself. "Oh, my little Candy, you're gonna make me rich yet!"
In the bedroom, Candy had subtly begun to move her hungrily sucking lips down away from the redheaded young wife's warmly throbbing breasts and was licking a fiery trail with her tongue down across the older woman's soft flesh of her flat abdomen. Carlotta was hardly aware of what was happening, for she was enveloped from head to foot in a mind-fogging euphoria created by the young girl's special brand of erotica. Her lithe, naked body was rippling with such delight from the artfully licking girl that it never occurred to her to put a stop to it, or even to notice that Candy was slowly making her way down towards the faintly throbbing mound of her cunt. The young wife felt more pleasantly relaxed than she had in years, and let herself sink into the enchantment that pervaded her. It was all like a wonderful dream, a childish dream really, and she floated on a magic cloud of fantasy.
The blonde girl had finally reached the softly curling tendrils of the young wife's pubic hair and she gently placed her hands on the milk white flesh of Cartotta's inner thighs, and began to work her way down towards the heated flesh of her defenseless vaginal slit. A warm, pungent aroma wafted up to the girl's nostrils, making her shiver with mounting adolescent desire. Hot flashes of lurid thrills rippled through her naked young body, though she did her best to keep herself under control. Yet now, at the quivering fleshy threshold of the redheaded woman's fleshy vagina she could no longer contain her youthful excitement, and with a groan of pleasure she dropped her golden head down and darted the full length of her little pink tongue snake like up and down her new friend's nakedly exposed cuntal slit.
Carlotta gasped and began to wriggle around in shocked resistance! What was the girl doing? What could be possessing her to begin to actually lick her vaginal flesh ... she had to stop it, she had to! She began to protest feebly, calling for Candy to stop! Yet her body was so wildly excited now that a sudden burst of forbidden thrills tore through her pulsing young flesh and completely overran her protest and alarm! Somehow, her naive submission to the pubescent young girl's sensual massage had lowered her usual resistances, and now her body, craving the release that had been held back for so long, suddenly exploded with hungry need.
Her mind reeled with horror, protesting violently, but her body, too long denied the pleasures of the flesh, overruled her brain with overpowering strength. All the tormented actress could do was wriggle helplessly as Candy's probing mouth and tongue found the warm bud of her excited little clitoris and closed around it, wetly teasing that tingling little wand of flesh into quivering hardness. Unable to resist the onslaught of pleasure, Carlotta gasped with excitement, unbearably aroused by the sensation of the young girl's hot lips on her now sensitively aching clitoris. Rushes of ecstatic pleasure, too long- kept at bay, suddenly tore through her trembling legs and bore the gasping young wife along on a tidal wave of passion. Deep inside, her conscience was shrieking its futile protest! She was being licked obscenely by an eleven year old girl! It was unthinkable, yet she was paralyzed to do anything about it, caught mercilessly in the volcanic bodily cravings that had been bottled up since her own restricted childhood! All she could do was moan like an incoherent baby, lost in a torrent of carnal passion.
Candy slid her wetly flicking tongue downward and away from the young bride's desire-distended clitoris, to the blood-swollen flesh of her cuntal slit until the young girl found the involuntarily contracting entrance of her cunt. Carefully she explored the throbbing orifice, flicking her hot little tongue greedily into it. Then, unexpectedly, the eleven year old seductress stiffened her tongue and plunged it into Carlotta's glistening cuntal depths.
The young bride jerked back both in surprise . and passion, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in her chest. The sudden intrusion of Gray Collins' young daughter's wetly probing tongue into her desire-swollen cuntal depths suddenly brought her back to reality, and she was torn between the warm insistent flashes of lust and renewed moral horror at her mute submission to the girl's unexpected seduction.
"Oh ... please ..." she groaned, half wanting it, half resisting. "It's not right.. . it's not right!"
But the corrupt girl's only response was to rotate her moistly extended little tongue even deeper into the velvety interior of the redhead's cuntal sheath. Wild stabs of hungry desire began to churn through Carlotta's sex-denied loins, and shocks of uncontrollable passion spiraled relentlessly through her nakedly splayed frame, obliterating the last traces of moral consciousness from her reeling brain. Her heart pounded thunderously in her chest as the golden-haired girl drove her tongue deep into her cuntal softness with urgent force and tremors of lewd passion rocked the young wife from head to foot. Her head flailed back and forth on the bed in mindless passion, her hair tossing wildly. She was losing herself for the first time to the age-old need of the female, unconscious of anything but the urgency of her body's lust.
"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned ecstatically. "Yesss!"
Had the naive young wife not been so rapturously transported by the sudden overwhelming release of her animalistic hungers, she would have noticed that the door to the bedroom had pushed wide open and that Gray Collins was calmly snapping pictures of her obscenely writhing body, while the tape recorder taped her lustful moans. The mustached man smiled lewdly as he took picture after picture of the feverishly excited young wife being tongue fucked by his eleven year old daughter. He smirked as he watched Carlotta take Candy's head with her hands graspingly and maniacally press her youthful face harder into her hungrily palpitatingly throbbing cunt.
Nobody would ever believe that Carlotta hadn't forced the kid to do it, smirked Gray, snapping another photograph.
At the same time, Candy, greedily driving her tongue deep into her new friend's madly wriggling cuntal interior, found herself brought once more to the ravishing pinnacle of pleasure that she had come to crave over the last few months. Her sleek little pussy was pounding wetly with- sympathetic excitement and with renewed adolescent lust she drove her tongue even farther into the thrashing redhead's steaming pussy depths. With tightly ovailed lips, the blonde pubescent sucked on the pulsating flesh of Mrs. Thompson's cuntal slit, her own saliva mingling with the young wife's heated feminine secretions, while her youthful body trembled with surging passion.
"AAAAAANNNGGGHHH!" Carlotta cried insensate to everything but the excruciating thrills that were tearing through her newly-awakened body like a hurricane. Her cuntal lips flared open like a bursting flower, and the passion flushed walls of her cunt clutched in desperation at Candy's expertly burrowing tongue, trying to put it even further up inside her hotly contracting pussy flesh. With a deep moan of shameless delight, the agonized redhead kicked her legs out furiously and wailed in rapture as crescendo after crescendo of violent sensual thrills surged through her blazing loins. She was being transported to sexual realms ihat she had never known existed. Somehow her bizarre encounter with the seductive young blonde girl had freed her in a way that had never been possible before, even with her own husband. Borne aloft by her newly aroused passion she soared free, her bodily excitement on a rampaging sea of pleasure, grinding her wetly upturned cuntal slit luridly into the hungrily licking eleven year old's face, now glistening with the warm moisture seeping from Carlotta's cuntal interior.
"I'm cummminggg!" she cried joyously. "Oh God! I'm cummminnnggg!"
A searing flash of light seemed to burst behind her closed eyes and her nakedly gyrating body was consumed with cascading delight as the force of her orgasm overwhelmed her.
Candy, also, had reached her own climax purely on the strength of her success with her redheaded friend, and youthful cunt was contracting hotly with a will of its own, secreting warm wet cuntal juices and making the blonde girl's entire naked young body shudder with adolescent thrills.
Soon however, their passion began to ebb, and the seductive nymphet withdrew her cunnsmeared face from Carlotta's still pulsing pussy split. The redheaded actress could barely move, so thunderstruck was she by the torrential release of feeling she had just experienced. Still, as her consciousness began to return, she became aware once more that she had been actually seduced by an eleven year old girl! And she had submitted to it almost eagerly! She suddenly sat up on the bed, still feeling drugged and confused, and confronted the girl, and gasped when she saw instead the angry, leering face of Gray Collins.
"Well, I was wondering what had happened to you."
Chapter Six
"Candy! Get back into your clothes this minute!" Gray Collins feigned anger at his daughter, then turning, winked at her so that Carlotta could not see.
"Yes, Daddy," she said brightly, quickly slipping into her clothes. Moments later, the girl had left the room and sat quietly in the living room. Gray sat down calmly in a chair facing the bed, still holding the camera in his hands.
"This is a rather.. . how shall I put it? delicate situation, Carlotta. I really don't know what to think."
"There's nothing to think, Mr. Collins," the young actress replied. "I certainly didn't plan for your prococious little daughter to do this to me."
Gray laughed derisively.
"Oh come now, you don't expect me to believe that!"
Carlotta was thunderstruck. The agent's attitude was so strange, so oddly cruel. He seemed to change before her eyes from a pleasant man to a calculating crook.
"She ... she wanted to give me a massage and told me to take off my clothes ... that's all. I didn't plan this, for Goddsakes!" wailed Carlotta Thompson.
The young actress felt tremors of icy terror race through her body. She had been foolish to have submitted so easily to the urgent demands of her body. Gray Collins had every right to be indignant with her. How could such a thing have happened? The anxious redhead felt doubly vulnerable due to the fact that she was still naked. In her drugged state, she hadn't realized until now that she hadn't even pulled the coverlet up over her naked body.
"Photographs tell no lies, my dear." Gray held the camera up and the young wife's eyes widened in fright when she realized that her lurid intercourse with the eleven year old girl was recorded on film. She hung her head in shame, her long scarlet tresses hanging down to cover her blushing features.
"What... what are you going to do about it?" she asked finally in a weak, frightened voice.
"I ought to tell your husband ..."
Carlotta gulped in humiliation and felt burning tears fill her eyes. After all she had put him through because of her prudishness to his sexual demands, he would kill her if he found out. Oh, she couldn't risk that for anything! If she lost him, she would lose everything!
"Please, I beg of you not to tell him!" Carlotta lifted her head slowly and looked steadily into the darkly glittering eyes of her tormentor. "I'll pay you money, I'll buy those pictures back ..."
The agent rose from his chair and began to walk casually around the room pausing to glance out the window now and then. He began to speak with his back to the young wife. "I could be persuaded to forget about those pictures," he calmly began, "if you would do me a favor. Since you are already an actress, you shouldn't find it too difficult..."
"I shouldn't find what too difficult?"
"I've had an offer from a group of very prominent businessmen in Los Angeles to put on shows for their entertainment. Until now I haven't been able to find the right person to act in them ..."
The woman's heart was beating thunderously in her chest as he spoke, and cold prickles of terror continued to gnaw away at her trembling frame. "What kind of shows?"
"Let's call them erotica ..."
At that moment, the young wife caught the drift of the agent's speech and realized with a stab of fright that she was being blackmailed into doing sex shows. She couldn't believe it! Suddenly everything fell into place: the drink that nearly made her pass out, the massage. A freezing blast of fear tore through her as the ultimate perversion of this man's real nature became totally apparent to her. Then, in the next split second she had another thought, more horrible and corrupt than anything the man had revealed to her so far.
"What... what about Candy?" she asked faintly.
"Candy..." He turned to her, smiling like Lucifer himself. "Candy is the star of my show."
Carlotta was speechless with shock. The golden-haired adolescent, who had seemed so pure and delightful was actually going to be an active participant in live sexual performances. The young actress couldn't believe it! She knew that Hollywood was rampant with bizarre cults and sexual degeneracy, but this! This was worse than anything she could'have imagined possible!
"Oh no, no____" she moaned, tears spilling down her cheeks as she buried her face in the pillow.
The young wife was numb from the shock of the revelations that had been thrust upon her. But one thing she knew: Gray Collins had her trapped. He had enough evidence to destroy her marriage and a career she'd hoped to build, through him! A wave of cold despair enveloped her.
"How many shows do I have to do to get those photographs back?"
"Ah, three or four should do it. Unless you come to like it, of course. Then perhaps we can make a bargain. Basically, I'm an honest man. I pay well. And frankly I don't think you'll find it so had at all. I'll call you tomorrow with the details. Now get dressed .. . oh, and take a nap if you wish. Ill close the door."
Carlotta cried herself to sleep, then waking two hours later, dressed and left, without saying a word to either Gray Collins or his daughter Candy.
Chapter Seven
Four days later, Carlotta Thompson told her young husband that she had to go out that night.
"Where are you gonna go?"
"Oh, some of my friends from the Shakespeare Company in San Francisco are in town and they want me to go out and have dinner with them. No big thing. Just women talk."
"I thought you didn't like those snobs," her husband said somewhat accusingly.
"I couldn't get out of this time, honey," his pretty wife said, trying to conceal the nervous anxiety that pervaded her. "You don't care, do you?"
"Naw ... go ahead," he said absently.
Somehow, Carlotta wished he'd demand she stay home. She struggled to keep her eyes from watering with the intense self-pity she felt. That would be a giveaway, and the one thing in the world she knew mustn't happen would be for her husband to discover what was happening with her agent.
"Hey?" said Jack, reading through the TV section of the evening paper. "You ever get in touch with that guy ... what's his name ... Gray
Collins?"
"Oh, oh, no, he wasn't in. I.. . I left a message with his answering service though. I should get in to see him by the end of the week." Oh Lord, thought Carlotta. If you knew what an agent he is, dear husband, you wouldn't be so anxious for me to see him.
An hour later the young wife sat numbly in a small office adjacent to the backstage area of the penthouse 'theatre' that had been converted into a dressing room. She shared the room with Candy who sat next to her at the large, brightly lit mirror, carefully making her ravishing face up with delicate dabs of rouge and liner. Carlotta could barely speak to the girl, still repulsed and mortified over her discovery of the young blonde's true nature.
Candy, however, chatted away in excitement, babbling about how much fun it was going to be to be in front of all those nice men who'd paid money to come and see her on stage. "This is gonna be a fun one. Daddy and I made it up. Did he tell you the story?" Candy asked, stepping out of her ruffled sundress, beneath which she wore no underwear.
Carlotta nodded dumbly-
The story for the evening cast Carlotta and Candy as sisters alone in their shared bedroom together. Carlotta was to be 'raped' by a burglar who forced his way into the house.
The two women dressed in their bed clothes. Carlotta in a revealing pink negligee and Candy in her demure pink cotton one.
Carlotta felt sickened by the whole thing, and the eleven year old's casual attitude toward her lewd profession didn't help things any. Wearily, Carlotta turned to the mirror and began to make up her face with blue-green eye shadow and bright red rouge and lipstick.
There was a knock at the door and Gray Collins peeked his head in, telling the girls the house was full and the show should begin.
Carlotta tried to calm herself by breathing deeply, but icy ripples of terror were surging through every part of her negligee-clad young body. With shaking hands she picked up the lipstick tube and put another layer of the gloss on her lips, knowing that if she'd stop biting on her lower Up, she wouldn't have to keep reapplying it.
The young wife sat on a wide bed in the brightly lit stage area in the middle of an elegantly appointed bedroom scene. Candy was curled up on the bed next to her and the two of them, as directed by Gray, began to leaf through a magazine as the curtains opened, exposing them together in their nighties. She could feel butterflies turning in her loins as she sensed the eyes of everyone in the audience were focused lewdly on her, waiting to see what would happen. Carlotta and Candy went through the motions of two sisters, one older, one younger, reading together at night, and then suddenly tensed, indicating to the audience that they suspected someone was in the house, a prowler.
Back stage, controlling the lighting, Gray Collins held his breath and crossed his fingers. If this play hit tonight, he was in. Man, he'd have his bills paid for in two weeks. The omenous words of the gypsy! "Your profession will take a new direction. Someone in your family will help you financially____" With the tea leaves and crystal ball on his side, how could he lose?
How strange it was to Carlotta to hear the heavy breathing out front and to hear the rustle of clothing as the crowd began to excite themselves in anticipation of what was to come. The young actress had thought she would hate the whole thing, but she began to realize that there was something faintly thrilling in being able to capture the attention of the public again ... and to know that they were being aroused by her beauty and body. She was prepared to feel humiliated and ashamed, but as the little playlet progressed and she and Candy trembled together in fear, realizing that someone was in their make-believe house, she began to actually enjoy herself. The young bride felt almost as if she was a young girl alone with her sister, listening to the approach of some strange intruder, and it excited her to know that her audience was convinced also and breathless with tension.
Suddenly the intruder lurched onto the stage, his eyes glazed from drugs, his lips curled back in a lewd smile and his already semi-aroused cock pressing tightly against his dirty pants. The audience gasped when they saw him, and the sounds of sexual desire began to filter onto the stage. The jaded crowd of businessmen and their paid dates knew what was coming, and they responded totally to the well performed playlet, many of them already naked and hungrily grasping the bodies of their well-endowed dates.
Candy and Carlotta drew back on the wide bed, their eyes wide with fear as the drugged man lurched across the stage tearing off his shirt to reveal his hairy chest and shoulders. For a few moments the young bride wondered if he was too drugged to perform, but it was soon apparent that he had things under control, for he began to rub the obscene bulge at his crotch excitedly with the palm of his hand, licking his lips obscenely all the while ogling the redhaired young woman and her little sister.
At the proper time, Carlotta suddenly lunged from the bed, trying to make a dash for the door to safety, but the intruder caught her easily by the arm and in the next second had torn the flimsy negligee from her shoulders, totally revealing in one cloth-searing rip the helpless young girl's naked body to the ogling gaze of the crowd.
Candy, still on the bed, began to weep at the sight of her sister being brutalized by the young stranger. Suddenly, she jumped off the bed and ran towards the intruder and began to beat on his body with her little fists, crying with rage and protest, but the muscular youth only slapped her roughly, making her fall whimpering to the floor. Carlotta struggled to reach Candy, but the intruder grabbed her by the arm, yanked her back and then threw her cruelly on the bed.
The older sister was astonished to hear how all this drove the crowd wilder and wilder. The more brutality and thrills there were, the more they appeared to grow aroused by it. Strange, too was the fact that it began to have its affects on her as well. Her own nakedly exposed young body growing warmly passionate at being exposed to the crowd. She had thought she would be embarrassed and terrified, but, the opposite was true! She liked it, she liked being naked in front of them, and every inch of her milk-white skin tingled with a lewd kind of pleasure, more intense than she had ever known, How can it be, she thought to herself as she recoiled on the stage bed, how can I be enjoying this?
But she had no time to answer her own question, for the intruder had begun to unlace his tight pants and yank them down over his lean hips, exposing the massive fullness of his hotly erect shaft of male hardness. His desire-stiffened cock sprang full erect as soon as it was freed from the confines of his pants and stood out like an obscene cannon from the dark tangle of his pubic hair while his sperm-swollen balls swayed below. Carlotta gasped when she realized just how large the boy's penis was, and she began to tremble as she realized that the drugged youth might not be intending to simulate the rape at all, but might actually be planning to take her forcibly. Suddenly her stage terror, was transformed into real terror for he was totally naked now and moving towards her with bulging lust crazed eyes. A light sweat broke out on the young wife's forehead as he came nearer and nearer, with his hand jerking roughly at his blood inflated cock.
Carlotta tried to back away from the bed, but it was no use, for he suddenly reached down and pulled her ankles so that her legs were splayed lewdly apart on the mattress, her pinkly glistening cuntal slit fully exposed to the crowd, while Candy, still sprawled on the floor, watched with convincing terror as the drugged man climbed up on the bed and positioned himself over the young bride's reclining body, ready to lunge his sex-hungry cock up into her tensed and trembling pussy depths.
Suddenly he fell forward, his masculine weight smashing Carlotta's voluptuously mounded breasts back tight against his chest.
He thrust his hips forward at the same time and mercilessly plunged his rod of lust-hardened male flesh right up into her pulsating cunt like a raging bull, pushing the soft, unprepared flesh before it in rippling waves.
"AAAAAAIIIEEE!!" the shocked young bride cried out in genuine pain. His sudden intrusion made her pussy feel like it was being burned with hot lead! He was actually raping her! "Noooo," she moaned to the delight of the crowd.
She had never been so painfully filled in her entire life and his long hard penis felt as though it was ripping her cringing cunt into a thousand tiny pieces as he speared into her without mercy. It lay sunk deep in her belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on it that she could not feel as it pressed tightly up against the startled flesh of her cunt. The drugged intruder lay still for a moment, his face directly over that of the pain-wracked redhead's and then suddenly he clamped his thick wet lips down over her mouth and began a brutal fucking motion between her widespread white thighs, lunging his lust-influenced hardness roughly in and out of her shuddering depths. The narrow passage widened with each savage stroke as Carlotta gritted her teeth, her loins burning with the pain of the cruel intrusion into her tightly resisting cunt. Yet there was also something thrilling about the way his huge cock filled her like a thick hot log, particularly in front of the sex hungry eyes of the capacity audience, and deep within her the tricked young actress began to feel once again the urgent pulsings of animal pleasure that she had come to know only recently. The intruder continued to fuck her with increasingly vicious strokes, plunging his iron hard instrument of torture, in and out of her slowly awakening pussy.
Meanwhile Candy had finished weeping and rose to watch with growing curiosity at the sight of the rapist fucking her sister. She saw how the young woman's entire body began to writhe and twitch on the bed, no longer resisting the assault so keenly, and groaning with pleasure.
Conveying to the audience that she too might be excited by the sight, Candy suddenly stripped herself completely of her flimsy nightie revealing her nakedly glistening young body to the audience. Then she ran to the bed and climbed on it, trying to join the others, as her own passion began to consume her quiveringly alive adolescent body. But Carlotta and the intruder were too lewdly absorbed to bother with the child, leaving the nubile eleven year old to find her own source of excitement. Her eyes fell on a hairbrush with a long, round, wooden handle. The audience could scarcely believe it when the girl plucked the hairbrush from the dresser top and then ran back to the bed to He down near the others, just as her father had instructed her to do.
Smiling with satisfaction backstage, Gray Collins flicked on a tape recorder, and heavy drum beats ... sensual and throbbing ... filled the entire room with their lustful rhythm, accentuating the action and driving both audience and performers into further erotic frenzy.
On the bed, beneath the long-haired young man, Carlotta Thompson was nearly overwhelmed with passion. The pain had long since ceased now, as well as her timid embarrassment at being nakedly fucked on a stage in front of strangers. Instead, she was surrendering willingly to the pleasure that enveloped her from head to foot. Passion surged like a winding snake through her aroused body. She began to twist and rotate her pelvis, pulling the lewd youth's now thickly swollen penis deeper and deeper into her now greedily clutching cunt, screwing up her pussy until she took all of him eagerly, shamelessly. Her hands flew up and gripped his muscled shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, hanging on with passionate intensity, while the moist wet cavern of her cunt flowered open to receive his mercilessly battering cock. She was being fucked by a drug addict in a live sex show before a roomful of strangers and she loved it! SHE LOVED IT! She began to howl and moan with pleasure as if she had found something she was waiting for all her life!
Beside the wildly copulating couple, Candy had obscenely plunged the thick hairbrush handle up between her legs and deep into her adolescent pussy in full view of the lust-maddened crowd! She wanted to be fucked too, just like her 'big sister', and the crowd knew immediately what was going on in her head. The eleven year old blonde nymphet began to shove the thick brush handle in and out of her moistly secreting young pussy at the same frantic tempo that the intruder was driving into Carlotta's fevered cuntal softness, all the while moaning and gasping as her lithe young body became charged with unbearable passion.
"AAAAAnnnggghhh..." the young girl moaned, her voice sailing over the throbbing rhythm of the drums, her face twisted into a contorted mask of adolescent passion. Her body was throbbing with unbelievable excitement, radiant bursts of heat swirled in her slender hips, every inch of her glistening young skin tingled with ecstasy as she fucked herself wantonly with the hairbrush handle.
Hearing the young girl's lewd moans, the intruder grunted and groaned in a drug-enhanced frenzy and quickened his strokes, grinding hard into Carlotta's sex-ravished pussy so that his blood swollen cock bored far up into the untouched recesses of her womb. His heavy, cum swollen balls, slapping roughly against her anal crack, grew hotter with their burgeoning load. He was going to cum soon, cum like a cannon.
Beneath him, Carlotta quivered like a madwoman out of control, her body flailing, her head crashing from side to side. The voluptuous redhead was nearly incoherent with rampaging pleasure and her wildly pulsing cuntal walls began to grow feverish with unbelievable heat. SHE WAS CUMMING-CUMMING AS NEVER BEFORE!
"AAAAHHH!!!" she shrieked and suddenly she and the long haired intruder reached their pinnacle of pleasure at the same time. Carlotta's lust tortured cunt sucked frantically at his cock as he gushed jet after jet of lewd male semen into her spasming cuntal depths. Her own orgasmic secretions flowed hotly around his jerking penis mixing her moisture with his own. The audience was frantic with excitement too, and obscene sounds of multiple copulation and orgasm filled the room.
Candy, reaching her own peak of self-induced thrills, began to mewl incoherently, her eyes rolling upwards on her head, as her young cunt began to shake in the grips of exploding passion as she heaved the cum-drenched hairbrush upwards into her cuntal depths with total abandon. The entire room rocked with sizzling passion as performers and audience became lost in a sea of ejaculation and release, with howls of quaking desire and climax making a din of voices that sounded like a primitive tribe of savage barbarians gone berserk!
Finally, gradually, the intensity began to subside, although there were periodic cries from those who reached their peak of pleasure somewhat later than the others, or who had purposely held off, unwilling to end the raging ecstasy.
Backstage, Gray Collins began to dim the lights and lower the recorded drums, then finally pulled the curtains closed.
Sensational, he thought to himself, sensational!
Even after everyone had left, Gray walked onto the darkened stage to find Carlotta Thompson just beginning to regain consciousness and opening her eyes.
"Enjoyed it, did you?" he asked.
Carlotta stared at him evenly for a second, then answered in a slow, measured voice: "Yes ... yes, I did..,."
Just then Candy, still wearing her baby-pink nightie smeared in the front with streaks of sticky little girl cum, walked onto the darkened stage and stood next to her father. "Daddy, do you think they liked me? Do you really think they liked me?"
"Honey . . ." Gray Collins draped his muscular arm around her slender shoulders and drew her to him. "Baby, you were fantastic! A natural. I promise you some day your name will be in lights . .. really it will."
Chapter Eight
Something's wrong with Carlo tta, Jack thought with instinctive certainty as he drove homeward on the Santa Monica Boulevard. / don't know what the hell it is, but I intend to find out. For the past few days he had been more and more troubled about the state of his marriage and particularly disturbed about his voluptuous wife. It seemed to have gotten worse after that night out with the girls, for she hadn't gotten back until nearly two in the morning. He'd pretended he was asleep, and the next morning she offered no excuse for her lateness. Her young husband had kept quiet about it, but when she went out again that Friday, and on
Sunday, again with only the vaguest of reasons, he began to get suspicious.
Then, too she had changed . . . sexually. Not that she'd turned him down tearfully, as had been the case on many occasions before; actually the opposite was true. His ravishing bride had begun to initiate sex now, and to respond to him in a way that he had always hoped would happen ... excitingly, passionately. But why was it happening all of a sudden? His first thought had been that she was cheating on him, seeing another man on the sly, but he just couldn't believe she'd do such a thing. Not Carlotta ... He trusted her completely!
That night it was the same story: she had to go out. "I'll leave your dinner in the oven on low, honey. Heat it up when you're hungry. This is your poker night with the boys, isn't it? I wouldn't have made plans other wise," Carlotta had said later that night as she gathered up her purse and headed for the garage. "See you later, baby!" the wife called over her shoulder, and scurried off.
There was no keeping his angry feelings intact now. Jack Thompson had had it! He felt like his wife was making some kind fool of him, and he was determined to find out once and for all the reason for her sudden strangeness.
He followed her in his car at some distance, even letting a few cars get between them, but he kept her in sight. She drove onto the freeway and exited again in a wealthy area of North Hollywood. Jack drove behind her until she finally pulled into a parking lot of a night club.
What the hell's going on here, he wondered.
He pulled into the lot by a different entrance parked the car and got out carefully, looking around for Carlotta. In a few moments he saw his wife, and he drew his breath in sharply when he realized that she was walking up to two people who had pulled into the lot ahead of her: a dapper looking man and a little blonde girl.
"Christ Almighty!" he murmured under his breath. "What goes on here?"
He followed the three of them, taking the elevator after theirs and in minutes stepped in a sumptuous red-velvet decored waiting room where a dark haired woman scantily dressed in red satin shorts and halter top took his money and ushered him to a seat near the" back of the theatre.
Jack just happened to pick the night that Carlotta was starring with the little boys. The first playlet had been such a tremendous success because of the childish innocence of Candy, that Gray Collins had decided to use more children .. . little boys that Candy had recruited from the neighborhood.
This playlet was to be an orgy, and Carlotta was to play a Cub Scout mother who had been drugged and stripped by the little boys in her troop. After they'd torn off her housedress in the first few minutes, Carlotta was before the audience in a black garter belt and black silk stockings.
The little boys forced her to lie down on the floor and covered her body with a thin film of oil so that her muscles sensually glistened and gleamed whenever she moved. The sheen of flood lights on her silk encased thighs looked lewdly inviting to the people in the crowd. The black silk stockings were of the open net variety. She had on high heeled black shoes that seemed to tilt her body and arch her back, causing her voluptuously full breasts to jut out just a little more.
The boys laid her down on a bed on stage, and idly played with her pink,, wetly glistening slit while Candy and Bobby stood by the bed undressing each other. The audience caught every detail of their strip and the way they fondled each other. Meanwhile, Carlotta watched with narrowed eyes as she played with her own vagina, arousing herself in a sluttish way while the two youthful lovers caressed one another.
Bobby and Candy pretended to notice
Carlotta on the bed and register their amazement. She bent her knees slightly and spread her legs, inviting them both to have sex with her, while the audience moaned in lascivious delight at the sight of the beautiful naked woman wanting to have sex with the pubescent boys. Candy and Bobby nakedly circled the bed, caressing Carlotta's oil-slippery breasts and thighs.
Just at that moment Jack Thompson recognized his wife! He'd been seated far in the back, and without his glasses he wasn't sure who that beautiful redhaired woman was he'd been ogling at along with the rest of the crowd. But now he knew! He gasped when he recognized her! Christ, she was voluptuously exciting as she laid there encouraging the young boy and girl to come to bed with her. Covered with oil, every lewdly enticing curve was outlined. Clad in a black garter belt, it only called attention to her firmly fleshed thighs half clad in opera net hose. The black hose helped outline and contrast with the wildly sensual look of her oiled, naked skin.
Jack felt the double tragedy of being cuckolded, yet utterly fascinated by what he saw. He was watching his own wife behaving in a wildly wanton way on stage while a roomful of people clawed at their own clothing and that of their date wanting to get as naked and feel as daring as that red headed woman on stage! It was too much!
The bitch! The dirty rotten bitch! If it took the rest of his life, he would get even! He would embarrass her tonight in front of this audience, humiliate her to tears, then he'd get a divorce and fuck every woman in sight.
Carlotta was sprawled out on the bed like some kind of common slut while in the background, the stereo played an African drum beat.
Bobby and Candy continued to circle the bed, their hands slipping and sliding over Carlotta's lubricated skin. Their fingers tried to pinch the nipples of her breasts as they hovered over her.
Despite his rage, Jack Thompson felt his cock ballooning up like never before. He choked down his outrage and indignation and coldbloodedly bided his time, waiting to see what would happen.
So this is how she'd been spending her nights! Showing off her body to a crowd of sex fiends! Christ, it isn't as if she needed the money . . . I take care of her needs.
The playlet progressed. At a signal from Gray, Carlotta got up and Bobby, a thirteen year old boy, lay down on the bed, his youthful cock waving toward the ceiling. Jack watched through dazed eyes while his mouth hung open and he panted with desire. As much as he hated her at that moment, he couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
Carlotta was crawling back on the bed, a dreamy, wickedly depraved look in her eye. She straddled Bobby's youthful torso on her knees and reached down, seizing his eagerly throbbing penis. Then, carefully placing the lust-swollen head of his cock against the narrow, hair-lined slit of her cunt, she slowly and sensually slipped down over it, undulating up and down slowly with Candy crouching behind her.
Jack held his breath as he watched the depraved scene on stage. He forgot, from his seat in the back row, that he was in a crowd of people. He gasped again as he saw the blonde haired little girl with the near naked cunt lean down until her young face was right in front of his wife's slowly rising and falling buttocks. The oiled and gleaming twin cheeks rose and fell in a warmly fleshed fashion right in front of her face.
Using both her hands, her fingers slipping in the oil, Candy managed to part the slippery globes and run her tongue up and down the length of Carlotta's shadowy crevice. It was the most salacious thing Jack had ever seen in his life.
It was so lewd that Carlotta abandoned the boy under her and turned to Candy who looked like a big, hungry cat ready to pounce on her prey. They coiled together and fell, a slippery mass of legs and arms, onto the bed.
They ended up with Bobby and Candy lying nakedly side by side. Carlotta, a lewdly abandoned older woman, swung around until her hips were right over Candy's face. Slowly, she lowered her groin right onto the young girl's hotly waiting tongue and mouth. Lying in such a position, her lubricated, gleaming hips grinding lewdly, Carlotta reached over, took Bobby's cock in her hand, and began licking it. . . while the crowd gasped with delight.
From the back row, Jack had begun panting with a wild unstable excitement. They were doing things in front of his face that he had always dreamed of doing with his wife. He watched his wife's gently rounded little buttocks rising and falling over Candy's darting little tongue. It was an obscenely enthralling scene to watch, the two women and the boy writhing on the bed while this roomful of people watched.
Jack couldn't take his eyes off his wife's rising and falling buttocks. Her ass was perfectly formed and moved like it was filled with liquid, like mercury. He couldn't stop watching it as she ground her hotly eager cunt down on top of the girl's face.
More boys were coming on stage now, some wearing the traditional cub scout hats, others just the shirt and no bottoms. They crowded around the bed, their rampantly erect young cocks in their hands. Jack watched as his wife was fucked wildly by each of the waiting boys. She seemed to grow more and more aroused with each cum until she was frantically fucking, her hips churning, her sleek, oiled body covered with sweat. It was as if her appetite increased by each youth that mounted her. And the audience loved it!
Jack was finding it difficult to breathe, and had, by this time, taken his impatiently throbbing penis out of his pants and had it in his hand-just as most of the other single men in the theatre were doing. He knew he had to have some relief soon. There was his wife in front of him! She was lewdly perverted in that she took on all the boys ... and Candy, too. She was everything that he had ever dreamed of, and she was doing it with other people .. . but not with him!
Above all, he wanted revenge!
His mind raced over all the possibilities. He could always expose her. But no, he would have to teach her a lesson. Humiliate her. He looked at his naked wife lying on the bed, her legs obscenely split, her cunt wetly glistening with cum as she waited for still another boy to climb on her. Then he saw her two fleshy ass cheeks tucked tightly under her gaping cunt and he knew what he wanted to do .. . what he was going to do!
Yet he couldn't tear himself away from watching the obscene tableau that was being acted out in front of him. He was watching his wife, the woman he'd loved and cherished, fucking a boy right in front of his eyes! Cariotta, who was so goddamned reserved in bed, was lying in front of her own young lover while he, her husband, watched.
It was too much for the husband to bear. He stood up and began inching his way past the two tables near the aisle. Once free of the tables, he began running with a cry of rage growing in his throat. Once and for all, he was going to show her who was boss. He roared to the stage, then leaped up on the low platform, with kids scattering like frightened chickens before him. Candy gave a choked cry and ran nakedly toward the exit. Jack charged across the room toward the bed with both fists flying. Nobody knew if this had been planned or if it was spontaneous. All the cub scouts ran for cover, grabbing their clothes as they did so. Nobody knew who this enraged man was, and nobody wanted to stick around to find out.
Bobby and Cariotta were still on the bed, and Jack was cowering behind Cariotta, using her nakedly oiled body as a shield. "Don't do anything you'll be sorry for," whimpered Bobby.
"Sorry! I won't be sorry if I kill both of you!" Jack roared, seizing his wife by her slippery wrists.
The audience howled. This was the most convincing play they'd seen yet. The performers must have practiced for weeks to perfect these lines. It was perfect: the irate lover stationed at the back of the theatre, waiting for the appropriate moment to vent his anger on his sinful wife.
"Jack, I couldn't help it!" Cariotta whined, too frightened to even wonder how her husband had found her here. She'd been so careful.
The outraged husband was drunk with anger ... unreasoning-wanting only revenge. He looked at his worse than naked wife in front of him, and he felt again that desire for revenge. He was going to show her. His lips twisted in a cruel and utterly humorless grin. "I'll show you who's gonna be sorry . . ."
With that he spun his wife around and threw her on the bed, face down. Bobby used the opportunity to slip to the floor and crawl away, looking fearfully back.
Jack didn't even wait to take off his clothes. He unzipped his fly and took his huge, angrily pulsating cock out. Below him, Carlotta's naked, lewdly lubricated body shook with fear as she waited for the first blow.
It never came.
He seized her slippery buttocks with both his hands and forced her tightly clenched ass cheeks apart. Before his eyes lay her puckered little anus, brown and distended. He put one finger on its rubbery entrance and felt it contract as she cringed in fright. "J . . . Jack s . . n . . . no!"
His finger popped through and Carlotta's hack arched as she gave a little cry. Ruthlessly, he shoved his outstretched finger all the way in her tightly constricted rectum. He wiggled his finger and felt the pulpy soft walls, all the while cruelly grinning down at his wife's voluptuously oiled body writhing in pain and humiliation under him.
The audience roared with delight! This was fantastic!
"Jack .. . please!" she begged.
"Why not?" he asked in a growl. "You put out for those goddamned boy scouts, you'll put out forme!"
"P .. . please .. . not. . . that!"
"Yes, that!" Jack felt triumphant. "In the old asshole!" He felt victorious as he said the crude words and saw his naked wife cringing underneath him.
Bobby was at the stage entrance, watching in. a sort of terrified fascination. Physically, he was no match for this man. Yet he knew the man. was not angry with him. It was that redheaded woman he wanted, and what the older man was going to do to her was something he had never thought of.
Carlotta lay face down on the bed in abject surrender. She wished that she could pass out, and that it would all happen while she was unconscious. "Oh, God, Jack, please, please, I was blackmailed ... I had to do this!"
"And I say I fuck you in the ass!" His voice was a growl as his strong body climbed on top of hers, his legs between hers and forcing them wider apart. "This is going to be a tight fit!" he snarled. He looked down at her nakedly oiled loins as he pulled the foreskin back on his prick, displaying the spongy lust-bloated head. Women in the audience screamed, then moaned, as their dates pawed at their half-naked bodies.
Then he pointed it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he was so agonizingly stretching and preparing with his rigidly extended finger; when he attempted to pull his finger free, the rubbery anal ring constricted around his knuckle trying to hold it captive.
Feeling a power and lust he never realized he possessed, Jack glared across the room at Bobby and two other youths who cowered by the stage entrance. "All right, big boys, now you'll really see a fucking!"- he shouted at them.
Tentatively, the boy scouts came across the room, some of them tip-toeing, others more boldly.
"Jack, oh my God, no!"
Ignorning her once more, Jack spread Cariotta's slippery white buttocks wide with his hands, then rolled further on to her naked back to slowly press the huge head of his feverishly pulsing cock down into her moistly open cuntal lips, lubricating his monstrous cudgel. The frightened young wife shivered at the contact, her muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length of the hardened shaft into the soft, spread crevice of her buttocks, its throbbing head poised to leap at her snug little anus. Then, grinning in obscene triumph, he raised himself on his elbows and pressed his hips forward, aiming the head of his huge vengeful cock directly at the cringing mouth of her back passage.
All the boys who had fled were coming back on stage now. They were still afraid yet they knew they were going to watch something truly unique. Bobby gave them courage as he crouched, watching the angry man's cock near the pretty redheaded lady's pussy. Candy came back, smiling secrety, for she wanted to see this new thing in sex that she had never seen before. It had shocked her, too, when this man jumped on stage, and judging from her father's reaction from behind the stage curtain, it was a serious matter.
Carlotta gritted her teeth, her whole body tensed as she waited. And then she felt it, felt it pushing painfully and relentlessly against her anus, and she gaped wild-eyed into the mirror on the 'living room' wall to see the brutally stiffened cock suddenly pop like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle. All the alcohol she had consumed back stage did no good.
"Ohhhhh God, you're splitting- meeee," she moaned out through tear streaked eyes. Before her face, Candy pranced on stage as directed by her father; she carried a hand mirror so that Carlotta could see herself being sodomized.
Somehow, it tempered the high voltage scene on stage and made it appear more calculated than spontaneous.
"Don't worry, baby, I've just started." Jack hissed loudly, clear enough for everyone in the room to hear. The audience cheered.
Carlotta, in the mirror, could see her little hole give even more as it spread obscenely, slipping over Hke a glove and absorbing the hotly probing tip of his cock.
The pain spread through Carlotta like wild-fire and, looking in the mirror that Candy was so brazenly holding in place for her, she saw her husband grin victoriously at the others just before he thrust his hips down heavily, burying half of his hardened shaft into the soft velvety channel of her protesting rectum.
Her groans choked back into her throat as automatically her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath the depraved assault in an effort to escape this brutal skewering, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each jerk and twist of her tortured body, Jack's massively turgid cock was sinking that much deeper into her desperately resisting anal passage.
"Hold her shoulders down while I lift her ass!" Jack grunted to the goys.
Several of the boy scouts leaped" obediently forward. Carlotta felt their hands moving on her naked back and shoulders and then she was held firmly, unable to struggle as Jack lifted .her firmly rounded buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in between her fearfully trembling thighs to push them apart, spreading her ass cheeks farther and farther apart to allow his cock to enter deeper into her stretching rectum. She felt warm tears trickling from her eyes as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose to her throat. Once again her eyes looked to the mirror and saw the desire-enflamed faces of the young boys as they moved closer to watch her up-raised buttocks as Jack's hotly implacable cock slipped deeper and deeper into the heated depths of her defenseless rectum . . . until all of a sudden-with a loud smacking noise that could be heard throughout the room-it was sunk unbelievably to the swaying balls hanging beneath it.
She had stopped struggling, realizing in a dazed panic that her only escape from the splitting agony was to lie as still as possible, for it was hopeless to resist the horrible attack'. The hurt was nearly unbearable from Jack's inhuman penetration of her rectum and if she moved but the slightest it only served to suck him deeper into her, stretching the tightly resisting channel to even more painful widths.
Carlotta groaned aloud and thought about pleading with Jack. Surely he would see that what happened wasn't her fault. She hadn't counted on being blackmailed by her agent, for Goddsakes! But her thoughts faded quickly as she could feel Jack's enormous cock pushing solidly in her now, rubbing and expanding to a far greater width the tender virginal lining of her back passage. She became aware of Jack's hand gripping her hips with a hard numbing pressure as he fucked and sawed into the darkened depths of her ass. The pain continued on and on, and each further thrust brought mumbled groans from deep in her throat. The bed was wet from her tears, and her makeup was running in dark rivers from her eyes, and he rammed into her with longer strokes, worming the entire rigid length of his monstrously erect cock right up her pained rectum until she could feel his sperm bloated balls buffeting each time down against her sopping cuntal passage.
The audience howled with rapture!
Again, in the mirror, she saw Bobby crawl up to the bed, his cock hardened and standing out like some log fresh cut from the forest. She felt him reach and squeeze one breast and trace his hand down her nakedly squirming body, pulling and kneading at her softly white, flesh until she thought he might go insane with his desire.
"Jesus, Jack, flip her over!" Bobby half shouted at the redheaded woman's husband as he watched, bug-eyed at the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each time the older man withdrew his thickly pulsating cock.
Jack was wild with a strength he didn't know he had. Bobby had a wild, insane idea. "Okay, baby," Bobby smiled down at Carlotta's hollowed back. "Now we're gonna have a double fuck!"
The boys crowded around, laughing their approval. It was going to be a night to remember for both the performers and the audience who were by now screaming, standing up on their chairs for a better look, and crowding near the stage.
Jack grabbed the tortured young woman's hips again before she had time to think or protest and rolled over to one side, pulling her backwards on top of him, bringing another groan of pain and surprise from her lips as she lay outstretched beneath her.. . her smooth, oily hollowed back pressed down against his stomach and chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his hugely throbbing cock lay buried to its entirety deep up into the heated depths of her rectum. She felt hopelessly skewered on a spit of unyielding iron.
Gray Collins watched it all happen from the stage entrance. When at first Jack Thompson had stormed the stage, screaming and roaring obscenities at his naked wife on stage, Gray was quickly calculating the best exit for himself and Candy for fear the police would bust the place. Of all criminals, irate husbands are the most unpredictable, he knew, and judging from the look on Jack Thompson's face at that moment ... his lips curled back in ripples of rage, baring his teeth, and the veins in his neck standing out like telephone cords ... Jack Thompson looked ready to kill.
In moments the screaming, irate husband had turned into a grinning satyr. He was a hell of a performer all right, and Bobby was doing his part, too. The young boy crawled on top of Carlotta, eagerly forcing his thighs between hers and Jack's, spreading her legs even further apart and aiming his hard jerking cock to push it quickly into the moistly stretched channel of her defenselessly open pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, God!" Carlotta moaned piteously as his young lust-hardened shaft rammed without hesitation into her wetly cringing cunt-driving into her until she felt his heavy, sperm-filled testicles slap hard against the open cheeks of her buttocks, joining Jack's brutally impaling penis, sunk deep into her ass. She whimpered helplessly, both in the throb of pain and also in debased humiliation, sandwiched like a whore between her husband who was mercilessly fucking her with his angry, fiery cock, and that of the young boy. She could feel it greater now as they thrust deeper into her tender oily body with only the fragile layer of fleshy tissue between rectum and cunt separating their hardened cocks.
Billie, one of the other boy scouts, watched in an unconscious state of lust, pulling at his own aching penis as he watched Jack and Bobby begin fucking wildly into Carlotta's writhing, hotly moist pussy with a maddened anger, while Jack's hips undulated up and down lifting all three of them off of the bed, ramming in and out of her anus like a jackhammer with hard cruel strokes . . . the two males finally falling in a smooth rhythmic cadence that pounded her between them like a ragdoll.
Billie bent over until his face was just a few short inches from the wetly glistening cocks ramming into Carlotta's wide-stretched genital openings. He watched breathlessly the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Bobby's wet penis on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly back inside as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. The same view came to his eyes of Jack's thickly hardened cock sucking and pulling down out of her, drawing the tight pink ridges of her tightly clenched anus v/ith it. then wildly reaming back up into her until his sperm-bloated balls were wedged hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks.
He had to get in the act!
Billie lay on his side next to Bobby's head until his hard pulsating prick was even with the older woman's face.
Humiliated and debased beyond words, her head twisting from side to side against Bobby's chest while his fingers teasingly kneaded her breasts, Carlotta felt only a great wetness and tearing up between her legs. She felt soiled and all of her being seemed to be concentrated down at those two great holes they were drilling between her thighs. Her mouth opened and closed in torment at the feeling and thought. Periodically she tried to squirm up or clench her buttocks together to contain the pain in her rectum, but then she was cognizant only of further stretching of her cuntal passage and the greater pain that followed from Jack's hard entry.
Then, as she slowly adjusted to their dual presence down between her legs, she felt a hand entwining gently in her hair, guiding her face to one side . . . and then there were fingertips gently opening her mouth and a smoothly rubbery thing teased against her lips. She opened her eyes and saw young Billie's cock, thick and hardened, throbbing against her mouth. For a moment, she tried to tighten her lips and resist him, but she knew it was useless to do so. Resigned, she relaxed her lips and let him open it with his fingertips and slide his cock into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel it slither up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its heated rigidity. He held her face firmly with his hands and began to fuck into her mouth brutally, causing her to choke as he rammed it halfway down her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her wetly parted lips. She struggled to breathe and gasped for air on the outstroke.
Oh dear God! she moaned out in her misery as they fucked her between the three of them as if she were some whore they hired off the street. She felt debased and humiliated beyond all logic, and that the lustful rape of her defenseless body was going on for an eternity.
Then, an image flickered through her mind and the very thought of herself being brutally fucked by three males in front of a crowd of cheering people lewdly began to excite her, causing a strange masochistic hunger to begin swirling in her belly, and from around the long hard penis fucking her in the face, a low ecstatic moan helplessly escaped. Involuntarily, her slowly awakening body began to undulate her buttocks and clench her muscles fist-like against the hard, lust-driven cocks that were pummeling into her.
She moaned and her lips tightened more hungrily around the hotly throbbing cock ramming into her mouth her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Billie's hard vicious drives: suddenly she was delighting in the touching of its veins and ridges as her tongue swirled voraciously around the pulsating head . .. her tongue tip searching for the tiny split on the end. At the same time, she was aware of her buttocks moving downward against Jack's up-coming cock digging deep into her widely stretched rectum, and then her hips were driving forward and upward to suck all of her young lover's pistoning cock into her now insatiable pussy. All sense of her position and the lewdness of it seemed to blank from her mind in a sudden wild flood of ecstatic and masochistic sensation that was racing like some obscene sheet of wild-fire throughout her whole being. Nothing mattered anymore but the lust-hardened cocks fucking into her from all directions, and she rocked crazily under their demonic attack, while she sucked like a wildcat at Billie's youthful cock in her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhhh God, she wanted his young cum to gush out in her throat for all the men in the audience to see . .. wanted it to spew down her throat, fill her belly as those fucking into her cunt and wide-stretched anus would fill her there!
Oh God. .. she could feel Billie's cock bloating in her mouth and she tongued it madly . . . cum . . . cum . . . cum . .. triphammered through her mind.
And he did!
It burst like a gushing hose, shooting forth thick streams of the creamy white liquid deep into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed gluttonously to keep from gagging on the great continuous jet spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in quick voracious gulps, tightly fastening her lips like a rubber band around the ejaculating cock, afraid of losing even a single trickle of the precious male sperm. Even so, small droplets issued and dribbled from the corners of her mouth as Billie groaned and rolled away from her, and his deflating cock slithered limply from between her still sucking mouth, thin sticky threads of the warm white semen stretching from her lips to his cock as it slowly backed away .. . but there were still Jack and Bobby!
"Oh, God, fuck it, fuck it. .. pleezz . . ." she grunted thickly to each continuing thrust they made into her cunt and anus. Wild and almost crazed they became, slapping into her without mercy, yet, she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into her, until all three began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon ... in a mindless scream of lust.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHEEEEEE . . . God! YES! I can feel both your cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeeee! Oh God, keep fucking. . . keep fucking. .. !" Carlotta screamed out to them, begging them on now, the lewd, salacious thought of having her husband and a strange boy fucking her while a crowd of people watched. On and on it went... the rising crescendo of it. .. the hungry fingers playing like a lecherous insect over her nakedly oiled flesh as she was mercilessly impaled in cunt and rectum from above and below. Her mind exploded . . . and nothing else mattered ... nothing existed but the unholy sensations of lustful rapture to burst deep inside her swirling body.
"Fill me! Now! Oh God, fill me now with your cum! Shoot it into me together!" she cried for all to hear. She wailed like a banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her womb and bowels contracting like a sucking baby's mouth around the cocks skewering into her.
Then, without warning, Jack began to shout obscenities, and at that second, Carlotta, her body wantonly writhing and twisting like a belly dancer's between the two males, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm shoot deep up into her rectum as her own orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of feeling jetting through her, and she could feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot white cream deep, deep up into her still sucking bowels. Then Bobby grunted and rammed his cock as far up her wildly clasping cunt as possible as she kicked her legs back as high as they would go, her groans heaving from her chest, and his wildly jerking penis let loose and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far up into the depths of her trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with Bobby's, and an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her. And then it was over!
And yet it wasn't. Candy and the watching boy scouts were inflamed with a restless sexual energy, and Candy was determined not to be upstaged by Carlotta. She let the boys fall on her like animals, and Candy grinned as they fought to be first to shove their cock up her all too willing rectum.
Carlotta watched with half closed eyes, an ecstatic smile on her lips. It was going to take a lot of convincing on her part to make her husband understand that she had been blackmailed into this role of sex performer. But now, at least, she had the secret to his understand ... all she'd have to do was to let him have her whenever and however he wanted her, and their marriage would be complete.
From behind the curtain, Gray Collins grinned triumphantly. The crowd was nearly going crazy, screaming and carrying on, demanding curtain calls and shouting "More, more, we want more!"
Gray Collins crossed his arms over his chest and rested one foot on the bottom rung of the stage hand's stepladder. "I'll be a son-of-gun," he muttered. "That damned gypsy knew what she was talking about all right." He shook his head with the bewilderment of watching his eleven year old nymphet daughter take on three boys at once. "A chip off the old block .. . just like her old man. That kid's gonna be worth a million by the time she's sixteen if she keeps this up. Puts Shirley Temple to shame . .." Best of all, he knew he'd have no problems trying to find actresses and actors to work with her. From the way things looked now, he just might have his cast filled with the Thompsons.
Then, a sly smirk burst over his face as he remembered the first night he'd made love with his nymphet daughter and with a spark of understanding, he intuitively realized why the gypsy had given him that scornful look of accusative reproach. That gypsy had seen it all in the ball.. .
