Cassandra Smith! In the late sixties, the name could raise a resonating howl from throngs of eager fans, mostly hippies, who considered the sensational and flamboyant performer as being almost a deity.
Known as the Venus of Rock and Roll, for a time she soared to superstardom, sharing the limelight with the likes of Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin. Her notorious private life made sensational reading in the scandal rags, but by the early seventies, Cassandra Smith appeared to have burned herself out.
Married twice, both times ending in divorce, Cassandra's husbands included a professional wrestler, Rex Form an, and a black drummer, Harry McStivers, and she was also romantically linked at one time or another with a state senator, a film star, and a Pulitzer prize-winning novelist.
Denounced by the puritanical as a perverse libertine and a bad influence on the young, she was considered almost a saint by her many fans. Her first album, "Broken Coil", is now a collector's edition. Her second went platinum. In I972, when her career was beginning to wane, she received an Oscar nomination for the theme song for the hit film, "Liberty and the Fail-Outs."
Cassandra Smith died tragically of an overdose of heroin in I975, leaving behind this explicit memoir. This is her story the shocking, uncensored tale of her sensual exploits in the druggie, unpredictable world of rock and roll.
CHAPTER ONE
I popped my cherry when I was fifteen. Lots of girls go on and on about how painful and ugly it is to lose one's virginity. That's bull-shit. I thought it was a blast, and I loved every moment of it. The guy was my Uncle Reggie.
I was born in a little Oklahoma town, Jamesville, in a little suburban house with a white picket fence and a mother who went to church every Sunday. (She slugged bourbon, too, behind the bedroom door, but no one was supposed to know that.) My family name is Smith, which is pretty awful. But Mom made up for that by picking something a little outlandish for my Christian name Cassandra It runs nicely off the tip of your tongue. It's got music. Thanks, Mom!
I was a pretty girl, very sweet and sexy and naive-looking, if you check out the family album and the year-books from that period. At fifteen, my tits were pretty damned impressive; I wore a size D cup, and had to start wearing a bra when I was twelve. The other girls were jealous as hell, and, boy was I popular with the boys.
It's a bit of a mystery to me now as to why I waited so long before getting rid of my virginity. I wasn't a prude or anything. When the time came, I didn't have any last minute qualms about relinquishing my virginity or any shit like that.
I guess the boys in Jamesville, Oklahoma are a little shy. Anyway, after I got a taste of what it was like they came sniffing around like dogs who scent out a bitch in heat, and after that, I became sort of the high school slut.
Let me see if I can remember in any detail that first time, with Uncle Reggie. It was two days after my fifteenth birthday. Reggie was my dead Dad's brother and he lived in Oklahoma City, which was about a four hour drive from Jamesville.
Uncle Reggie drove all the way up to pay us a little visit on my birthday, and ended up staying a month. During that time, he not only got into my pants, he proposed to my Mom and six months later became my step-dad. Pretty kinky, huh?
He was a hunk. When you're fifteen, there's nothing so dreamy as an Older Man. Uncle Reggie was about thirty-four, I'd guess. He was really tall and had these broad, wide shoulders, and a really muscular torso. He always dressed in tight tee-shirts that clung to his chest and showed off those muscles, and dirty, worn jeans that were tight at the crotch, where I never failed to notice a really nice-sized basket. His hair was jet black and cropped short, in a crew-cut. His eyes were this startling gray color, a neat contrast with that ebony hair. He was terribly hairy, too. Beats me why, but hairy men really turn me on.
I remember once, a couple of years before the Big Event, Uncle Reggie, Mom and me went to the beach, and he wore these tight, silky boxer shorts. I can still recall the thrilling, school-girl feeling rushing through my middle as I ogled that thick hairy chest, with all of those silky black coils of fur.
Like everybody in my family, Uncle Reggie had a bad habit, drinking.. That's what finished off Dad and eventually sent Mom to the sanatorium, and for all I know may be my downfall sometime. Reggie wasn't as weak as the others, though. Alcohol didn't make him fall apart or go nuts or get a bad liver or anything. It just made him do really bizarre things. Like, it wiped away all his inhibitions and brought his fantasies to the surface.
I found out much later that the first time Reggie got into my Mom's pants was on her honeymoon with Dad! So help me, it's the truth. Dad and Mom stopped by Reggie's place on their way to the airport to fly to Bermuda that evening, and Dad went over to visit some old friends. Reggie had been hitting the bottle pretty heavily all morning and made a pass at Mom. To his surprise, she didn't resist, and they had a quickie on the sofa in the living room. Mom never mentioned it again, and it wasn't until they were married sixteen years later that they fucked around again. But that's just how wild a guy Reggie was.
Anyway, on this particular day, Mom was out somewhere can't remember where. We had one of those self-supporting rubber pools in the back yard, one of those round jobs with water about three feet deep strictly kid stuff, but nice to cool off in on those blistering June afternoons.
It was a Saturday and I was bored and just hanging around the house in my halter top and cut-offs, looking, I guess, like a real cock-teasing slut, though I really wasn't aware of it at the time. Uncle Reggie must have eyed me all morning while he swigged about ten cans of beer, one after the other, and got more and more smashed. Now, he doesn't get all dizzy and dumb and screwed up when he's drunk, just more intense. He starts to know what he wants, and usually gets it. Reggie was in the war. Korea, I mean. Mom said it fucked him up some, but I never saw that.
Well, the two of us were just lounging around the living room and he said, "Cassie, baby. How's about we take a dip in the pool?"
I liked the way he called me that. It sent that proverbial thrill shivering through me. So I said, shrugging my shoulders, "Sure!"
I got into this really skimpy bikini which Mom never let me wear to the beach, only in the privacy of our back yard, and Uncle Reggie had on these skin-tight blue trunks which really bulged in front where his cock was trying hard to be circumspect, a bit unsuccessfully. The first place an adolescent girl looks when she sees a guy in trunks is at the crotch, of course.
We got into the pool and started splashing and fooling around, and then all of a sudden, Reggie threw his big strong arms around me and said in a husky, beery voice, "Cassie, honey, you sure are one helluva gorgeous girl!"
I gulped and stammered, "Uh, thanks, Uncle Reggie. Thanks a lot!"
That wasn't exactly the world's greatest line, but when you're a sweet, innocent thing of fifteen getting propositioned out of the blue by the uncle you've secretly had the hots for centuries, you kind of find yourself at a loss for words.
Then, he kissed me. I'd been kissed before, by sloppy, smelly teen-aged boys mostly with braces and bad breath, so I wasn't prepared for this. I mean, he REALLY kissed me. His mouth was hard and masculine and hot, and he mashed it against mine, and I felt his thick tongue probe inside my mouth, licking and sucking at it. Wow! What a blast! And he crushed my body against his, so my tits were flattened against that muscular, hirsute chest. I felt those wet dark curly whorls of hair tickling my skin, and little electric shocks started going off all up and down my bod! My nipples started to get hard right through the material of my bikini top, and my pussy got really moist and quivery.
I'd discovered masturbation a long time before, so I knew what it was like to orgasm. I practically jerked my cunt off every night. I was also a pretty athletic girl, and so, with a apologetic nod to those girls who might really have had a bummer trip during their first fuck, it's quite possible my hymen had been broken a lot earlier than this when, like the tomboy I was, I shimmied up trees, fought boys and was the fastest girl on the track team.
My hair is honey blonde and at the time, hung to my waist. I have large green eyes and long lashes, and full, sexy lips. I looked like the original Lolita, I guess, with my baby face and big tits.
As he kissed me, Uncle Reggie moved his hot, big hands over the front of my body, gently squeezing my tits and rubbing the palms over my nips through the bikini top. This just about blew my mind, because it felt so good! A couple of guys had copped feels from me before, but they just sort of squeezed and pulled at my boobs, and didn't seem to know what they were supposed to do with them.
Reggie reached around and drew his hand up and down my back, sending little shivers coursing through me. He must have had experience with undressing women, because he had no trouble at all with the clasp that held my top in place, flipping it open in no time. The little blue strand of material just dropped in the water and floated away.
He stared down at my tits and there was fire blazing in his sexy gray eyes. He cupped the heavy, ballooning lobes of flesh in his hands and hefted them up, so that the strawberry-colored nipples were pointed straight in the air like itty bitty fingers. He rolled them between his forefingers and thumbs, tweaking them gently, and it seemed as though each time he touched me or caressed me something would explode in my loins and this uncontrollable spasm would run through my body.
"Hey, baby, you got great tits!" he said, still in this sexy voice.
Come to think of it, THAT wasn't such an original line either, but the way he said it just blew me over. Like, I was putty in his hands. He could have made me do ANYTHING from that moment on!
He bent down then and began to suck on one of my throbbing nubbins. I just about came it felt so terrific! His warm, wet mouth slurped and sucked at it, and his tongue sort of painted it with saliva, trilling it against his teeth. I ran my hands through his short VERY short black hair and Ooooed and Aaaahed dumbly, arching my back, my heart racing like a revved up engine.
While he was working at my tit, his other hand slid down into my pants and cupped my ass, squeezing it. Slowly, the crafty fox worked this hand round till he could cop a feel. He gently cupped his palm around my pouting hill of a cunt, stroking the light honey-hued pubes which curled like silken strands over the mons, titillating the slick slit with one of his cuticles. He uttered a moan of excitement, which vibrated my nipple and send shudders of pleasure through my awakening body. It was getting better and better!
Suddenly, he clamped his hands around my waist and with a little masculine grunt lifted me clear out of the water and perched me on the side of the pool. Then, he hooked his fingers in my bikini bottoms and slowly drew them down over and off my ankles.
His gray eyes were smoldering even more now as he stared at my glistening, golden muff. He stroked his fingers gently through the silky bush and then pressed his thumbs against the puffy outer lips of my vagina and spread them apart so he could get a good look at the gleaming pink jewels inside. I guess I was a pretty damned delectable sight, sitting there with my tits bobbing and gleaming in the sun, my legs spread wide and my juicy virgin pussy opened wide in front of his face.
Reggie licked his lips with another little groan and leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against my privates. He just kissed them at first, vibrating his mouth a little as he made small noises, making bursts of delicious electric Pleasure shoot up inside me.
MMMMmmmmm mmm good!
After a while, the tip of his tongue flicked out and swished over the puffy lips of my vulva, and I uttered this involuntary cry of delight. God, it felt good! Well, the noise I made must have really turned him on, because then he started to eat me out like a hungry animal. He crushed his mouth against my mons, sucking and slurping, shooting out that long red tongue of his and laving me thoroughly.
When he discovered my little swollen clit with his tongue, I thought for sure I was going to pop my cookies right then and there! He ran his tongue over it lovingly, vibrating the oily tip, and my hips just began to undulate against his dipping face of their own accord!
My hands dug into the back of his bull-like neck and tugged at him in a frenzy, and, so help me, my head started to swim! I was actually getting high on sex! Terrific!
Like all my friends, drugs were sort of a habit with me from early on. Grass had become a standard, I'd done acid, hashish, coke, uppers, downers not heavy at this time, but a moderate druggie. So anyway, after this time with Reggie, when I realized that good sex was like good drugs, I became a regular sex fiend!
Getting back to the wonderful cunt-tonguing Uncle Reggie gave me that sizzling July afternoon, he soon worked one of his fingers into the sticky cleft between my thighs, and while he continued to lick and titillate my spasming cunny and clit, he gently frigged the tight, slick opening of my vagina, inching his finger in up to the second knuckle and fucking it back and forth.
Of course, I just went wild! I sort of mewled and whimpered and tossed my wet strands of blonde hair, and jiggled my pointy tits, in encouragement, and, boy, was he ever encouraged!
He looked up and me and panted, "Honey, let's go on the sun deck and get comfortable."
I was pretty far gone by then, and looking down at his sex-darkened eyes and rugged jaw-line, dripping with my secretions, I shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.
Uncle Reggie hefted himself over the side of the pool, and I saw a huge Thing tenting his tight, wet trunks. My heart raced and raced like an engine, and my face was hot and flushed.
Reggie slid a big strong arm around my shoulders and we climbed the steps to the sun deck, which was private and secluded from the neighbors' curious eyes by a high fence in the back yard. Reggie led me to this reclining deck chair and gently sat me down, pressing on my shoulders with his big hands.
Then, he stepped back and asked huskily, "Hey, honey, are you a virgin?"
I gulped and said quickly, "No, of course not!"
That was probably a silly thing to do, but I guess I felt at the time that it was a matter of pride. Actually, if I'd told him the truth, Reggie would probably have been terrifically turned on. But, he was turned on enough, anyway, by the prospect of getting into his nubile niece's pants.
He slowly shimmied out of those squelching, skin-tight swimming trunks and my big blue eyes just got bigger and bigger as I got a good look at the Family Jewels. I mean, Uncle Reggie, the stud, was REALLY hung! A regular fucking horse!
I'd jerked off a couple of boys before, so I had some means of comparison, and their tools were like toothpicks alongside Reggie's monstrous cudgel! He must have had nine inches of solid, fat, iron-hard gristle and flesh, with a bloated, mushroom-shaped cap that burned a fiery red.
My eyes just drank in the sight of his nude, tall, muscular body. I gaped like an idiot, and my pussy got hotter and hotter, and itchier and itchier.
Reggie stepped forward toward me and said hoarsely, "Why don't you suck on it for a while, honey?"
I sort of gulped, not knowing anything about "blow-job technique" and not wanting to make" an utter fool of myself. I quickly found out, however, that I took to cock-sucking like a fish to water.
His rod jutted impudently up in the air like a flag-pole, and it jerked and quivered, hot blood streaming through the veins that webbed the corrugated sides. A tiny pearl of clear, glistening liquid wobbled on the pouting glans and as I hesitated, not knowing just how to go about giving head, I decided that driblet was as good a place as any.
My pink tongue swiped out and flicked the pre-come off his piss slit, making a quick, tickling circular motion over the pulpy knob of Reggie's prick. I must have done the right thing because he nearly jumped a mile, and this ragged, sexy moan came out of his handsome mouth. I could feel that huge, strong body trembling as he awaited my next move.. .
Heartened by his reaction, I began to lap eagerly at the spear, as if I were a child and it, an ice-cream cone. My mouth and tongue moved up and down the thick, pulsating sides, leaving a glistening wake of saliva, until I had thoroughly imbued his organ. He had a fresh, musky masculine scent and taste which worked for me like an aphrodisiac just drove me wild!
Soon, my nose was getting tickled by his thick black pubic bush as I slithered my tongue around the thick base of his dick, and I turned my attention to his nuts. They were huge, virile, orange-sized and encased in a large dangling sac that swung beneath his penis heavily. I tested their weight with the palm of my hand and pressed my pouted, moist lips against them. Reggie's fingers dug into my wet hair as he shuddered with lascivious excitement.
"Oh, YEAH, Cassie baby!" he groaned, "Suck those fuckin' balls, baby! Do it, you sexy slut!"
And he was right about my being a slut, I mean! At that moment, my career seemed cut out for me. Not the singing gig, I mean, but the sex part the "under cover" job, as it were.
I clamped my mouth over each ball and sucked and washed it with my flailing tongue till he was moaning loudly in ecstasy.
"Oh, SHIT, baby, that's good! Now suck it!
Suck your uncle's thick cock!" he gasped finally.
I was only too happy to oblige. I scooted up, sitting on my knees on the deck chair with my hands digging into the hard muscular curves of his hairy ass cheeks, and opened my mouth wide. And, I mean WIDE, because that bugger was goddamn HUMONGOUS!! I felt the spongy head slip between my rows of teeth and over the silken trough formed by my curling tongue, and I slurped and sucked at it experimentally.
Reggie tightened his grip on my head and began to saw back and forth, sliding his erection in and out of my "O" shaped lips, each time pushing a little more meat into my mouth. I was game I wanted it all!
Soon, the pulpy head was butting against the back of my throat and my entire mouth was chockfull of trembling tumescence. But Reggie wanted more.. .
To my surprise, he held my head tightly in his hands and really began to fuck my face in earnest. When I felt the thick tip begin to force its way into my throat, I choked and gagged at first, that being a natural reaction. But I wasn't afraid or anything. Just perturbed, and hoping desperately that I wouldn't make an idiot of myself.
My eyes fairly bulged out of my head when several inches of dick all of a sudden just popped down into my gullet and I found my lips clamped snugly around the turgid base of his throbbing member, my nose getting tickled by his thick black pubic bush! I also couldn't breathe. But just when I began to get a funny feeling that this was going to be an awful peculiar way to kick the bucket, Reggie eased himself about six inches out of my mouth, and then sank his prick right back in to the balls again after a gulped down a lungful of air.
He swiveled his pelvis salaciously, luxuriating in the sensations my sucking mouth must have generated through that sensitized shaft of man-meat. Boy, was he getting off on this blow-job! And I certainly was getting off giving it to him. One of my hands had automatically dropped between my legs and was rubbing against the aching hill of my pussy. I ground the heel of the hand against my erect clit, and worked a finger into the silky slit, masturbating eagerly as my throat was gorged again and again with Uncle Reggie's magnificent mauler.
My other hand cupped and tickled his scrotum, which began to tighten and jerk spasmodically, and before I knew it, Reggie threw back his outrageously handsome head and uttered a Tarzan-like bellow of masculine satisfaction.
His rod began to twitch and shudder like crazy, and all of a sudden, thick, creamy jets of jism blasted out of his tubes against the back of my mouth, fountaining in torrents from his twitching balls as he emptied a huge load into my gullet. I gulped greedily, savoring the strange, bittersweet flavor of his juices, swallowing every drop that squirted from his rampant member. Like, wow! I was in TWELFTH heaven, at least!!
Reggie released my head, and I backed off. His still-rigid truncheon whipped up smartly against his washboard belly, and oozed a tiny stream of cream as spasms still jerked through his lusty balls.
He was panting, but wasn't through with me yet. No sirree!
"Shit, Cassie, honey, that was TERRIFIC!" he gasped, "Now, he back on the deck chair and spread your legs wide! I'm going to fuck you long and hard!"
I reclined like a swooning maiden, my mouth dry with whorish delight. Throwing my legs wide apart, I revealed in all their pink splendor the glistening, throbbing jewels of my vagina.
Uncle Reggie was impressed. Gently, he climbed over me, planting his hands on either side of my waist and lowering his big heavy frame on top of my svelte, curvaceous figure.
His handsome face came close to mine, and he crushed his hot lips against my mouth, kissing me hungrily. I felt the saturated log of his meatiness sluice over my sensitive mons and onto my belly like a heavy steel rod encased in rubber. He sort of "dry-fucked" me for a while scooting his organ over my belly until he had regained the heated fires of passion which had been only slightly spent by the fantastic orgasm he'd had in my mouth.
Then, he reached down and fisted the huge, thick joint and pointed it at the entrance to my pudendum. I felt the fat, pulpy flesh butting against my flesh-lipped cleft, and my cunt spasmed and sucked at it eagerly. Boy, did I want that cock! I don't think I've ever wanted cock so badly since then!
As soon as the prick head was lodged firmly in the opening to my bower of bliss, he positioned himself on top of me, like an army dude getting prepared to do push-ups.
Staring down into my face with his searing, coal-like eyes, he hunched his hips forward cautiously, leaning into me as he felt my spit-slicked orifice give way to his rigid ramrod, sliding it gradually home.
My eyes snapped wide open, and my mouth just yawned in soundless surprise as he stuffed me to the brim with his meat. I felt myself stretch and stretch and STRETCH! And instead of the pain I had sort of expected, this incredible explosion of fire rippled through my middle, setting all my nerve-endings aquiver. I arched my back, flattening my firm, buoyant tits against Uncle Reggie's hard, hairy chest, and slipped my hands around his broad back, digging in my nails like a cat in heat.
Reggie rocked himself inside me, resting our pelvises together, oscillating his thick javelin deep in my honeyed recesses as if he were churning butter and, in a way, he was, because my cunt grew more buttery by the second!
"Oooh, baby! So nice and tight and warm!" he whispered thickly into my air as he began to thrust in and out in short, hard pumping motions, "You've got such a beautiful, succulent little box, honey! MMMM!"
I squealed some sort of incoherent response, my head dizzy with lust and pleasure. I ran my hands up and down his muscular, sweaty back and over the hard, compact lobes of his butt, drawing him deep inside me.
Some primordial instinct made me hook my ankles around the backs of his calves and open the flower of my sex to him fully.
I gyrated my hips, bucking up against his deeply penetrating thrusts, little gasps and whimpers fluttering from my lips.
Then, Reggie lost control. He was breathing hard, his face flushed with exertion and pure animal lust. Hot air spraying between his clenched teeth, he began to undulate his hips wildly, drawing his well-greased tool almost all the way out of my sucking orifice, and then pounding it back in with all his might.
That deck chair squeaked and shuddered, and it's a minor miracle that it didn't collapse under all the exercise our writhing, bouncing bodies were going through.
Each time that heated, mushroom cap squashed against my cervix, I felt a volcanic upheaval in my middle, and each time, it seemed to be a little more intense, billowing through my loins like a reverberating explosion.
I began to screech and shudder like a crazy person, raking the skin on Reggie's back with my nails, biting into his shoulder, clamping at the root of his cock with my clenching, tugging vaginal lips, milking that truncheon frantically. Then, the resonating explosion shot like a searing flash of light through my loins and a delirious, spasming, honeyed sensation enveloped my entire body.
"OH, MY GOD! U-UNCLE REGGIE, I'M C-COMING!! " I gasped in a breathless shriek, clutching his tush frantically.
My pussy went crazy, vibrating around his solid member, my liberal libations spilling and sluicing hotly around his pumping organ.
Feeling me come must have triggered Reggie's own climax. He began to groan and grunt and wham into me like a sledge-hammer, sliding his big ham-like hands under my plump, melon-like butt globes and crushing them in his fingers, mashing our bellies together so hard he practically knocked the breath out of me!
Finally, a great shudder ran up and down his gyrating frame and he hoarsely roared between clenched teeth, "HOLY SHIT, I'M GONNA SHOOT MY WAD! TAKE IT, BABY, TAKE IT!"
He rammed in to the hilt one last time, and I felt his poker expand and quiver. Searing squirts of jism catapulted into my open womb, filling it up with his healthy male come. I felt each jet of semen as it spurted out of his vibrating balls, and sucked and milked at his cock root with my already sluttish vaginal muscle.
Reggie dropped limply on top of me, panting and sweating, and we lay that way, totally blissful, for some time, our arms around each other. Then we went for a dip in the pool, got ourselves together, and when Mom came home, the two of us were innocently watching a "Honeymooners" episode on TV
We fucked a lot after that, about twice a week in fact. I think he must have been fucking Mom all along, because she didn't seem to mind the fact that his birthday visit stretched out for months, and she was paying all the bills while he lounged around at home like a bull at pasture.
Shit, that sly devil had it made! Fucking a mother and daughter behind each one's back, lazily watching TV and swimming all day, getting good food and much pampering.
I started fucking around with other guys soon after, but my lingering crush on Uncle Reggie continued until he and Mom got married. That fucked up my head for a while, and it wasn't long after that that I left home.
Reggie and I were still getting it on, and one afternoon, Mom came home early and caught us in bed together. The funny thing is, she didn't throw Reggie out or get very mad at him, it was ME she singled out as the culprit! We had a huge row, and the result was, I packed my things and moved in with a girl-friend.
Well, that's fate for you, because it was through this girl a real slut who "introduced" me to the entire football team at our high school that I met Rick Desmond, the lead guitarist for "The Locksmiths", the band who really got me going on my career as a rock and roll queen.
CHAPTER TWO
I shared an apartment with Suzy Lynch for three years, until we were eighteen. As I said before, Suzy was a real slut. When we were both seniors in high school, she started dating Bruce Williams, the captain of the football team. He was a real hunk. Not much upstairs, if you know what I mean, but when you've got a bod like that, it sort of takes care of itself. You learn pretty quickly that you can usually get what you want, and can usually get away with things other folks can't.
Well, Suzy and I and some of our friends used to stay up late partying till all hours. Suzy and I were both pretty famous, because we had "a place of our own." Suzy's old man was richer than Midas, but he couldn't stand her, and was guilty as hell for hating his own kid, so he set her up in this apartment, paying all the bills and things, arranging the situation so he wouldn't have to see her much.
Well, for Suzy that was fine and dandy! She had an extra bedroom, so when I moved in we had a great time and didn't get on each other's nerves. I guess I was kind of parasitical at this point, because I didn't have a red cent, and was too lazy to work, so Suzy sort of "took care of me" financially.
Us kids would get joints and beer and acid and whatever we could lay our hands on and have really weird scenes, I mean, REALLY weird! One time, Suzy and I woke up to find ourselves in bed with Mr. Beardsley, our landlord, who was about eighty-five and I mean LITERALLY about eighty-five. None of us (except Mr. Beardsley, who grinned toothlessly from ear to ear) could remember a thing about what had happened the night before!
One pretty strange but exciting scene I do remember, though, involved Suzy and her boyfriend, Bruce. Suzy was a beautiful girl. She and I were two of the most ogled girls in the school hallways, and it's a miracle there was no rivalry between us. Suzy had long curly dark brown hair and long-lashed sultry gray eyes. Her mouth was full and sexy, like Sophia Loren's, which came from the Italian side of her family. She was stacked, too, though her tits weren't quite as big as mine, if I say so myself. We started dressing alike, prancing up the halls in skin-tight jeans and halter tops that did little to hide our melon-like, jiggling knockers. You can't imagine how many hard-ons we gave those poor adolescent boys who gaped after us in the school corridors!
One evening, Suzy and I were just sitting around her bedroom bull-shitting and smoking dope. We'd bought an ounce of some really fine Columbian grass and were getting stoned as hell when there was a knock at the door.
Suzy went to see who it was and returned with Bruce, who had a six pack of Budweiser under one arm, and the other arm slung around Suzy's waist. They had only recently become a "hot item," and if there was one thing I was envious of it was Suzy's luck at landing a hunk like Bruce Williams.
He was wearing a soiled tee-shirt that looked like it had been plastered onto his body. You could see virtually every pore on his muscular torso, and his pecs stood out, pressing against the material as if threatening to tear it apart. He wore tight cut-offs, and both of us girls ogled his nice-sized basket, and sandals.
Bruce had short-cropped blond hair and mocking green eyes, and a silly, sexy grin. He was so fucking cocksure of himself, but who can blame him?
"Pass me . that joint!" he said rudely, plopping himself comfortably down on the bed beside me. He winked as I handed him the reefer and I could see those mocking green eyes travel up and down my body appreciatively.
Suzy and I were in matching nighties, floral-patterned shifts that ended just above our knees. Neither of us had on anything underneath, and our nipples were clearly outlined where they tented the material. Must have been a mouthwatering sight for that horny jock, to be sitting between the two sexiest babes from high school in their private apartment, smoking dope and guzzling beer.
We got really smashed after a while and were having a blast, listening to music and making inane jokes.
An hour or so after he arrived, the three of us had sort of flopped down on the bed to get more comfortable and were finishing off the last of the Buds. Bruce by now was horny as hell. There was a huge lump in his crotch which he made no attempt to conceal, and in our dizzy, drugged out state, Suzy and I made no bones about staring at his groin.
As he dragged on the umpteenth reefer we'd rolled, Bruce said thickly through the haze of smoke, "Shit, I bet you bitches get it on with each other all the time. You eat each other's pussies, right?"
As evidence that we were really fucked up by that point, Suzy and I both thought that what Bruce said was just about the funniest thing we'd ever heard. We just screamed with laughter, rolling around on the bed like idiots until we were weak. Bruce grinned and watched us, his green eyes getting hotter and hotter.
"O.K., girls, the joke's not THAT good," he said, "I was dead serious, in fact. How's about taking off those night gowns and letting me see what's underneath?"
Suzy and I exchanged glances, still giggling, and then, without a qualm, tugged our nighties over our heads and tossed them in a ball in the corner. We sat there voluptuously, our protruding, ballooning breasts rising and falling as we breathed, jiggling when we moved and giggled. My legs were spread, so the blonde-fringed pudendum was wide open and delectably winking. Suzy's dark brown bush was moist with excitement, the puffy reddish outer lips slick and juicy with her juices.
Bruce stared from one to the other with salacious eyes, licking his lips in excitement.
"Come on, chicks," he said huskily, "Put on a show for me! Eat pussy!"
Suzy and I giggled again, but his excitement and the promiscuous state of mind generated by our being so high was infectious.
I stared at my best friend with growing interest. Her large, jello-like tits had huge dollar-sized halos around her pointy pink nibs, and they bobbled delectably like twin melons.
I leaned forward and bent down, clamping my lips around one of the full, succulent tits, slurping at it greedily and flicking the nipple with my tongue. Suzy uttered a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, jutting her breast forward against my mouth.
As I sucked her boob, I dropped my hand down her soft, flat belly and over the thick, silky hairs covering her muff. It was hot and moist, and my finger slid over the oily pulsating mons and into her crack. She swiveled her hips voluptuously against my hand, and I worked two fingers up to the second knuckle in her hot, clenching cuntal entrance.
Salivating with bestial lust, I dropped my pretty blonde head between her wide-spread legs, letting her tit flop back in place, dripping with my spittle. I plunged my face into her pussy, feeling the satiny pubes slide over my cheeks.
After a while I sucked greedily at her pink, silky vaginal cleft, vibrating her twitching clitoris with the tip of my tongue, moving my lips over the sticky sweet surface of the mons.
Bruce flipped out with excitement. He crouched down so as to get a good look at my mouth working between his girl's widespread legs.
"Yeah, Cassie, YEAH!" he exclaimed huskily, "Eat that bitch pussy! Suck it good!"
Suzy was writhing in delight. She began to swivel her body around, scissoring my head between her silken thighs as she turned her attention to my golden triangle. I felt her face nuzzle between my thighs and her hot breath ripple my fine pubes. Then, her delectable, silky tongue slithered across my tender slit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting like fireworks through my loins.
We both were lying on our sides, our heads darting back and forth between one another's legs, our hips undulating crazily as we mashed our oozing muffs against each other's probing tongues.
Bruce hung over us like a referee, uttering almost incoherent cries of encouragement, his hot, strong hands sliding over our bodies, slipping between them and kneading and flicking our erect tits.
"Do it, sluts! Chew out those whore cunts! YEAH!" he croaked.
We barely heard him, our heads swimming with exotic lust, quivering warnings of impending orgasm beginning to collect in our sizzling crevices.
Impatient, ripping off his jock strap, he let his rock-hard erection flap up against his belly, its seven inches of pulsating flesh searing hot with desire.
He slid down beside me, rubbing his hard, muscled chest against my back, pressing his lips against my throat. I felt the fat log of his dick sluice back and forth against my pumping buttocks, forking between my bobbling ass cheeks and into the hot tight crevice.
He reached around and crushed my tits in his hands, and then grabbed Suzy's boobs, mashing them against mine, flicking the four rivet-like nipples with his thumbnail. He was pumping automatically with his hips, and I suddenly felt the fat mushroom knob of his cock wedge against the pouting rosette of my anus.
The tip of his organ was slick with oozing pre-come, and Suzy's lashing tongue had whipped under my cuntal lips and drooled rivulets of saliva between my buttocks, lubricating the winking opening of my rectum.
Plus the fact that my hips were gyrating like crazy, bucking back against Bruce's prodding dong, it was a cinch for him to get his cock up my hot tight virgin ass.
None of the guys I'd met had ever tried to sodomize me before, and in fact, I must confess that I was wholly ignorant of the fact that you could have sex that way. Uncle Reggie was strictly a cunt man, and though I'd become adept at sucking and fucking, this was a whole new ballgame for me.
Suddenly, I felt a couple of inches of rigid boy meat widen my protesting sphincter muscle and slide into the sizzling, slick colon. It hurt, all right, but I was stoned, and my pussy was getting a fantastic suck job, and my senses were swirling, on the verge of popping my cookies. There was no way I was going to tell Bruce to stop.
And he had no intention of stopping either. I don't think he intended to fuck me up the ass. It was just sort of accidental. But when he felt that hot sucking glove clench tightly around the head of his dick, he went nuts. He grabbed my tits hard and shoved forward, sinking his meat to the hilt in my nether tunnel.
Groaning in excited lust, the football stud began to pump in and out, rhythmically timing his thrusts so that he rammed it in me the moment my ass bucked back from Suzy's darting tongue.
I screeched in muffled excitement, attacking Suzy's cunt with lascivious gusto, as flames of concupiscence enveloped my loins and lower body. I was coming!
My pussy convulsed and sucked at Suzy's tongue, my juices splashing into her mouth in warm torrent as I spasmed again and again.
My rectal muscle clutched and milked at Bruce's plunging member as I climaxed, and the effect of watching Suzy and I eat out our pussies, coupled with the silken heat of my bunghole and the great grass, drove Bruce over the brink.
"OH, YEAH, BABY, YEAH!! I'M GONNA SHOOT! UNGGGGGGGH!" he roared.
He hammered his ramrod up to the balls in my ass, and I felt it convulse and pulsate inside me. Hot, heavy bursts of steaming semen blasted into my guts, searing my insides delectably as he emptied a huge, heavy, healthy load.
At that very instant, I felt Suzy scream into my mashing pussy lips, and her slick, vibrating cunt trembled and sucked at my mouth and tongue. Gushes of her copious libations spilled and trickled into my gulping, slurping mouth, and I swallowed them eagerly, savoring the delectable flavor.
The three of us lay panting, in a druggie, spent daze, our nostrils quivering with the rich, musky scent of sex. It was a hot scene, let me tell you!
As I remember it, we never repeated that threesome. By mutual consent, we decided, I guess, that it was intense and sexy, but could cause some problems if we made a habit of it. Suzy and Bruce got hot and heavy together, though, and on one occasion, a football party Suzy and I attended turned into an orgy, and I got gangbanged by at least a half dozen of the lustiest studs in school!
When I was seventeen, I met Rick Desmond at one of Suzy's parties. He was really cute. A year older than I, he'd flunked the year before and had to repeat his senior year. Rick was the lead guitarist of "The Locksmiths" which was a small rock and roll band made up mostly of kids from our high school. They were a damned fine group, but in Jamesville, Oklahoma, rock and roll wasn't much appreciated back then.
Rick was about six feet tall and a hundred and seventy pounds in weight, a well-built dude who kept himself in shape by fucking, I guess, because I never saw him play a sport or anything. He had long brown hair and a moustache, and a voice like melted honey -really hot.
At this party, Rick heard me singing some stupid song with a bunch of other people. We were all fucked up and just jerking around, but Rick liked the sound of my voice, and said so. I thought he was just coming on to me, but that was all right by me, because I considered him a pretty cute dude. Anyway, he invited me to come by his place the following afternoon when the band was practicing.
So I dropped by, and he stuck this song he'd written, called "Poppy Summer", in my face and told me to sing along with the boys. I thought I did a pretty terrible job, but after a while, I started getting into it, and the afternoon just sort of flew by. It was a blast! We smoked dope and played hard rock and sang our lungs out. It was great!
Afterwards, we went out for pizza, and the gang broke up, Rick and me, and a couple of the other band members returning to Rick's place for a bullshit session. We sat around smoking reefers and doing coke and rapping, and I felt terrific! I mean, I liked this atmosphere, this crowd! I really felt I belonged, for the first time.
Along with Rick, there was Tip Foxworth, who played the drums, and. Mark Campbell, who was the second guitarist. Tip was a cool guy, tall, lanky, blond, with a swimmer's physique and long silky hair. Mark was strange, even among those guys. He had short curly brown hair and these crazed hazel eyes. He was terrifically handsome, but spaced out. He did drugs much more heavily than the other guys, which was pretty heavy. I think I read sometime ago that he O.D.ed finally. Too bad, 'cause he was a neat guy.
After a couple of hours of just sitting around, Rick said to me, right out of the blue, "Hey, Cassie. Want to get it on with us?"
I was mellowed out and feeling great, and the prospect of fucking with those guys wasn't bad at all.
So, I flashed him a sexy smile, and as a reply, I reached around and unhooked the back of my halter top, letting my tits bounce free. All I had on besides the top was a pair of ratty cut-offs.
I sat back, letting my nice jugs point up in the air, and smiled at the three musicians who were ogling my tits unabashedly.
"O.K., boys, now YOU take something off!" I jibed, giggling.
Grinning, Rick, Tip and Mark shucked off their shirts and started to unbuckle the belts of their pants. They weren't a bit shy of undressing to the skin in front of a girl, it seemed. And that was just fine with me!
Rick had a nice, muscular body, hairless, except for the auburn patch of pubes that surrounded his good-sized cock. His joint was fully erect, pawing seven inches in the air above a full sac of large balls.
Tip was blond with a trim, lean body, a mat of reddish hair covering his chest and whirling around the base of his dick. He was hung, too. Eight thick fat inches of cockmeat swung between his legs.
Mark was a looker, as I said before, and his body was like a young boy's, though he must have been about eighteen then. He was lean and smooth-fleshed, and from between his slender thighs rose a thick, turreted sex-pole, the same size as Tip's only a lot thicker.
Smiling with pleasure at the sight of the members which were about to service me, I unzipped my cut-offs and wriggled out of them, lying back on the floor, completely naked.
Rick appeared at my side, his calloused hand closing around one of my breasts, gently squeezing and lifting it, rubbing the cuticle of his middle finger lightly over the nipple till it grew erect.
He bent down and I felt his hot breath rush over my face. I closed my eyes and puckered my sultry red lips. He kissed me hard, his mouth swarming over the lower part of my face, his fat tongue worming between my teeth and swabbing my saliva.
I felt a warm, sucking orifice close around my other tit, and glanced down to see Tip's blond head bent over me as he wrapped his lips around my throbbing nipple.
Rick dropped his head to the jug he was kneading, so that both of my boobs were getting worked over by hot, salivating mouths. Shit, did that ever feel good! My nibs swoll up like little fingers and darts of hot pleasure shot through me. My pussy got good and wet.
That's where Mark came in. He dropped on his knees between my wide spread legs, drawing his hands sensuously up the insides of my quivering calves, bringing them together around the sloping peach-half of my cunt. His fingers feathered across the satiny orifice, titillating my sensitized flesh and sending shivers of delight rolling convulsively through my sexually awakened body.
I gasped in pleasure as Mark's tongue whisked over the slick slit of my cunt, working its way between the succulent halves of flesh and sluicing up into the heated recesses of my vagina. His thumbs lightly tickled the outer lips of my vibrating organ as his mouth laved and sucked at the moist, delectable inner flesh, circling around the oily knob of my clit and strumming it till my hips heaved in lascivious ecstasy.
Wow, did Mark ever give good head! He could go on for hours, eating pussy till you were weak from orgasmic convulsions. And his sensuous, feathery touch and warm, snaking tongue was enough to bring any woman to the brink of climax in minutes.
Soon, my hips were undulating crazily, and I clutched the heads of Rick and Tip as they gently rolled my nipples between their teeth and sucked at the aureoles with relish. A fireball ran through my quivering loins, exploding in my middle.
"AAAAAH! I'm C-U-U-U-M-I-N-G!! " I squealed, tossing my golden curls in a frenzy.
Uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy rippled through my gushing passage as Mark's mouth brought me off. He had wrung me clean and trembling like a leaf in just three or four minutes!
Those three guys must have had the art of seducing a cute young groupie down pat, because they moved in unison without having to tell each other what to do. As soon as I got my jollies from Mark's skillful tonguing, they hoisted me up into a sitting position, Tip still hanging on to one tit while Rick had a grip on the other.
Mark reclined on his back on the floor, his turgid boner poking up in the air like some gargantuan forest mushroom. He reached up and gripped me around my slender waist, maneuvering the still-quaking maw of my juice-slicked love-canal against the thick, bulbous head of his cock as Tip and Rick lowered me onto him.
I felt the thick cudgel press apart the petal-like lips of my vagina and stuff the entryway of my vagina, and as my weight pressed down on him, my pulsating, sucking orifice slid snugly over the massively thick rod, like a perfectly fitting glove, and I gasped and whimpered in ecstasy as I settled on his lap, stuffed to the brim with rigid meat.
I could feel him twitch and quiver his pole inside my tight, clenching cuntal passage, and delicious waves of warm pleasure crashed and reverberated through my sex-crazed loins.
Mark gripped my waist firmly and lifted me off of him until all but the bulbous knob of his whanger was outside of by body. Then, he let me back down again, and the stiff organ was squishily ensconced by the succulent sheath.
"Ooh, yeah, baby, that's nice and fine in there! Real tight and sweet!" Mark said softly, luxuriantly hunching his hips back and forth as he pumped me against his erection.
Rick and Tip stopped playing with my tits which jiggled and flopped as he bounced breathlessly in Mark's lap. Rick stood up and planted his feet on either side of Mark's chest, pointing his red, glistening prick at my sultry, fluttering lips. I got the message, all right!
I opened my mouth wide and clamped the lips around the head of his fat thick dick, slithering my tongue beneath the sensitive cap and along the corrugated sides. I was moaning and bouncing at the same time, and the humming and jiggling must have sent incredibly erotic sensations flowing through Rick's joy-stick.
He ran his fingers through my silky blonde hair and began to butt forward, pumping his truncheon in and out of my bloated, puckered lips, plunging the oozing corona into the back of my throat. I slurped and laved encouragingly, reaching up and strumming his swinging balls with the cuticles of my fingers.
Meanwhile, Tip had moved behind me and dropped on his knees between Mark's spread eagled legs. His arms slid around my waist and cupped my bobbling boobs, squeezing and kneading them sexily, flicking his fingernails against the throbbing nubbins.
Then he dropped one hand and caressed the jouncing globes of my translucent buns, sliding in between until a thick finger poked against the rosebud of my wrinkly, pouting anus.
Drilling his hand back and forth gently, he worked the finger inside the winking, heated orifice and began finger-fucking my butt.
My rectum had become slick and hot and sucked sensuously at his probing joint, and soon he was able to thrust a second, and then a third finger inside. I mewled into Rick's pubic patch, chomping on the root of his pulsating member and skewering myself again and again on Mark's massive pecker.
Tip withdrew his fingers suddenly and quickly replaced them with the spongy head of his horny lance. I was so turned on, my sphincter muscle spread obligingly when he rammed the eight inches of solid cockmeat up to the balls in my clenching nether orifice.
I was going wild! Impaled simultaneously on three stud dicks, all of my orifices jammed full of man-meat, I was getting off like I'd never gotten off before!
The guys weren't complaining either.
"Honey, you're so damn tight you're gonna milk me dry in no time!" Tip gasped huskily into my ear, squeezing my taut nipples hard.
"Suck that fuckin' meat, slut! Suck it good! Suck that jism out of my balls!" Rick groaned in pleasure, feeding me his meat with lusty, smacking strokes, his heavy balls flapping up against my chin.
"Bounce on it, baby! Take my big fuckin' dick up your juicy pussy! YEAH!" Mark panted, knifing his hips back and forth as he slammed me down on him repeatedly.
The three band members pummeled me lustily, and the room echoed with the moist, sloshing, slapping noises of sex-crazed bodies writhing and joining in wild abandon.
I suddenly uttered a muffled shriek, my quivering vocal cords reverberating around the thick meat that crammed my throat full. Flames of acute pleasure rushed through my middle, exploding and blossoming in my loins as I was consumed by an incredibly intense multiple orgasm. It flowered and rippled again and again, causing my silky, succulent cuntal passage to squelch wetly around Mark's tumescence while my sphincter muscle spasmodically clutched and released Tip's pumping member.
As they felt me come again and again, the three hot dudes went wild. I know this sounds unbelievable, but I'll swear to you on a stack of Bibles that they all shot their wads at precisely the same moment!
My head is spinning under the intensity of my climax, and my body is being battered frantically in three different directions, when all of I sudden, three almost harmonious bellows of masculine culmination echo through my ringing eardrum. The prick in my mouth quivered and spat, emptying stream after fountaining stream of delicious, tangy semen into my eager throat. The pricks in my cunt and ass also spasmed and buried themselves deeply inside me, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh, so I could feel them rubbing together and jerking as twin volcanic eruptions of love lava battered my tumultuous insides, filling me to the brim.
Man, that was some wild scene! Fuck, that was a blast. Those sure were the days.. .
In no time at all, I became a member of the "Locksmiths" and in a couple of months, I was the lead singer and the guys just provided back-up vocals. We started to get pretty popular; got hired to sing at some local clubs and bars. Then, we were asked to perform on a local radio station, and it was like we made it overnight.
I mean, one day we're just a local group of kids having a good time, and the next day these hot-shot agents from big record companies are shoving fat contracts under our noses.
Just before my eighteenth birthday, our group, rechristened "Cassie and the Locksmiths," were on our way to California and the Big Time. We were only together for a little less than two years, but those were good times. I screwed around with all of the guys, and for a while, Mark and I had a "thing," but he was too nutsy, and it's sometimes not a good idea to get too involved with someone you work with.
A year after we had gone to Hollywood and had cut a couple of successful albums, there was a few personality clashes and the group broke up. I went solo, and that's when the big bucks started rolling in, and that bugbear Fame knocked at my door, and the crazy years began.
I guess those years of my youth were the best. Carefree, happy, sex-filled, drugged out but not dangerously, allowed to do my own thing with the people I liked.
At nineteen, I became what they called a "Superstar" and despite the excitement and the money and the fans, it became a lonely, crazy time. It was also the year when I somehow let myself get into my bizarre first marriage, with Rex Form an.
CHAPTER THREE
My marriage with Rex Form an was a mistake, to say the least, but I can't say we never had good times together. He generated a kind of animalistic excitement which could be a real turn-on, if you were in the mood. If you weren't, it could be a pain in the ass.
The first time I met Rex was really wild, and I think that's why I let myself fall into the marital trap.
I was already pretty well-known at that time. "Cassie and the Locksmiths" had had one hit song, "Birds," and my new single, "The Gemini Dilemma," was shooting up the charts like wildfire. I had a big concert tour coming up, and signed with a really top-notch agent, Wilfrid Newman, who got me into the best spots and promoted me shrewdly. Without a good agent, you can't get anywhere.
I hung around with a pretty wild crowd. I still saw the boys from "The Locksmiths," particularly Mark, though we'd grown kind of cool. I was fucking a spaced out artist-type named Orin Snopes that was his REAL name! who turned me onto LSD trips. On the tail end of a pretty fantastic acid trip, I was in this huge loft on Green Street, in San Francisco, with Orin and a dozen other hippy-types. The smoke from reefers was so thick, you'd swear you were in the London of thirties movies, draped in fog.
Orin was one of these "Psychedelic Artists" who get their ideas under heavy drugs, and usually execute the ideas when they're even more spaced out. He'd hung around with Andy Warhol's crowd in New York for a while before coming to California. His work was pretty shitty, come to think of it, and I think he survived on an income he had from his grandmother's estate. She was some very wealthy family, one of the Boston Four Hundred, in fact.
On this particular evening, Orin was doing this gigantic painting called "Genesis." (Talk about pretentious!) When I say gigantic, I mean, the canvas stretched from one end of the loft to the other, and it was a huge loft. How he did it was by stitching together about forty smaller canvasses. I don't think Orin ever wondered how he was going to get that monster out of the loft, if he ever wanted to.
He would take a mop and dip it into buckets of paint, and make these huge, jiggling lines on the canvas by marching from one end of the loft to the other, dragging the mop across it.
Well, the rest of us were still having flashes of our LSD trips, and so the colors in the painting looked pretty nice. We all just sat there smoking dope and staring at Orin marching up and down with that damn mop.
Finally, one guy announced that he was going to the pro-wrestling match which was taking place a few blocks away. I was kind of sick of just sitting around, so I said I'd go along. An hour later, we were sitting in the front row of this huge auditorium, with a perfect view of the ring. I don't know how in the world that guy managed to get seats that good, because the stadium was CRAMMED!
I had never watched a wrestling match before, and I was really fucked up, so it was fascinating. When I get stoned, I get horny and pretty promiscuous too.
So, watching those hulking beefy guys in trunks grunting and roaring and tossing each other around was kind of sexy. A lot of the guys were just plain fat and ugly, but some of them were real hunks. Rex Forman was one of the latter.
When Rex came into the ring, he was wrestling some tall black dude who was bald with a goatee named Moses the Magnificent. This black guy was enormous; seven feet tall and sinewy and ugly as hell, a real mean-looking dude, the type you'd make a special point not to mess with.
But that didn't bother Rex in the least, and he made mince meat of the guy in no time at all.
The second I set eyes on Rex, my mouth began to water. I was still very young. I mean, how sophisticated can you be at nineteen? And I still had a touch of what they call in Freudian jargon, the "Electra Complex" in plain English, I wanted to fuck my father. But since that was, literally, impossible; Dad was dead, I found myself getting turned on by older guys sometimes. Uncle Reggie was a sort of catalyst to this craving, of course.
Rex was wearing a tight pair of white trunks, with a big bunch at the crotch which testified to the size of his ample basket. He was six feet two inches tall and weighed two hundred and twenty pounds, and not an ounce of that was fat. His body was a solid layer of rippling muscle. And he was hairy as an ape. Great curly ringlets of bushy reddish brown hair coiled across that magnificent torso, down the washboard waist, and over the thick, trunk-like thighs and legs. Even his broad back had tufts of hair sprouting from it. As if to compensate, the hair on his head was almost shaved off. It stood up a bare half-inch off of the bullet-like head, framing his snarling, rugged, attractively ugly features.
"Attractively ugly" is really about the only way you could describe Rex's features. There was nothing pretty about them. They were rugged and uneven; his nose had been broken, and his lantern jaw stuck out pugnaciously. One of his trademarks was his menacing snarl, and it was scary! He would bare his rows of teeth like a wild beast, and his narrowed, ice-gray eyes would seem to burn with a primeval fire.
Before a match, Rex would strut belligerently around the ring, flexing his muscles arrogantly, snarling at the audience. He was one of the business' "villains." I found out that wrestling was mostly rigged; the "performers" would fake pain and usually had prearranged who would win a match. "Role-playing" and the setting up of easily distinguishable Hero and Villain figures were part and parcel of making it as a pro-wrestler. Rex was a natural for the role of VUlain.
I was agog with a bizarrely awakening feeling of lust as I stared at this massive, meaty man rushing around the ring, tossing, twisting, flipping, rolling, his body getting shiny with sweat, his muscles bulging. In the throes of my drugged out state, this was a real kick.
I forgot the guy I'd come to the fights with; in fact, I have no recollection who he was at all, except that it wasn't Orin. Funny, I never saw Orin again. I would later send for my things, and Orin didn't try to see me, so my last memory of him is that absurd image of Orin marching up and down with the broom dripping with paint squiggling across that monstrous canvas.. .
When the match was over, Rex had apparently knocked out Moses, though he later told me that was faked, and the enmity the two snarling wrestlers were supposed to have for each other really masked a close friendship. Rex leapt out of the ring, strutting arrogantly down the aisle, his big, rugged body gleaming with perspiration. He walked right by me I could have reached out and touched him, and in fact, had to repress an urge to do so.
My mind was spinning crazily. I got up suddenly and hurried down the aisle, the roar of the audience ringing in my ears as the next wrestlers were announced. I didn't really know what I planned to do, I just went, on an impulse. I somehow came to the corridor that led to the wrestler's changing rooms, and things might have ended there, because there was a security check, if it hadn't been for a strange quirk of fate.
A nice-looking young guy was sort of guarding the passage from overly-enthusiastic or hostile fans. He was about to stop me when his eyes lit up in sudden recognition.
"Hey! I know you!" he exclaimed, "Aren't you Cassie Smith? 'The Locksmiths,' right?"
"You got it, fella!" I smiled.
"Hey, you know, I think you're terrific!" he gushed, "I play your albums ALL the time! Just boss, man!"
He hummed a few bars of our hit song, "Birds," as if to demonstrate that he wasn't making up his enthusiasm for the group.
I nodded, craning to see over his shoulder.
"Listen," I said confidentially, "Who was that guy who just won the last match?"
My fan was eager to be of assistance. "Rex Form an! 'Fearsome Form an' they call him!
Tough dude.
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'll bet he is," I said, "Do you think I could go to his dressing room and get his autograph or something? I really like his style, you know. He sends me, I guess."
A knowing look came into the young man's eyes.
"That's groovy," he said, smirking, "I can dig it. Sure! Just go down the corridor. You'll see his name FORMAN on one of the doors. And listen, I, for one, would REALLY like your autograph!"
I smiled and scribbled my name on a scrap of paper he produced, and then brushed by him, my heart racing as I advanced on this new, crazy adventure.
I passed by a row of doors with names like "Petra the Monster" and "Pretty Boy Watson" on gold plaques, until I came to one which read, simply, "Forman." I took a deep breath, and then rapped on the door.
A deep, resonant masculine voice rolled out, "C'mon in!"
My fingers trembling, I turned the knob, opened the door and stepped inside. There he was! Still in his white silk trunks, Rex lay on a flat elevated cot on his back while a masseur pounded his sweaty flesh with practiced hands.
It was a small, somber room, with a locker, a couple of wooden chairs, and a small John with a toilet and a shower.
Rex stared at me, a little grin playing across his almost Neanderthal features.
"Well, hello there!" he boomed, "Sure you got the right room? Not that I mind! Not a bit!"
I grinned, blushing like a silly school-girl.
"Hi'" I said with forced cheerfulness, "My name's Cassie Smith! Just saw you out there in the ring. I've never been to a wrestling match before, but I thought you were pretty impressive, so I thought I'd come back and tell you, so here I am!"
Talk about babbling lunatics! No wonder Rex was chuckling before I'd finished that idiotic spiel! Anyway, he was grinning at me wolfishly, seeing through my facade, his mocking eyes recognizing a bitch in heat at a glance.
"O.K., Paul, that's fine. Thanks," Rex said to the masseur, who nodded wordlessly and withdrew quickly from the room, leaving just the two of us.
Rex sat up on the cot, his thick legs widespread, his protruding basket insolently jutting my way.
"Well, pretty lady," he said smoothly, "What line of work are you in? I'll bet you're an actress."
"I'm a singer," I replied modestly.
He raised his eyebrows, twisting his lips as if to repress a smile.
"A singer, huh? Great! I hope you make it big, some day! You out of high school yet?"
My eyes flashes with sudden annoyance. "Hey, man, I'm nineteen!" I snapped.
"O.K., O.K., don't get sore!" he said, raising a hand apologetically, "I just don't want to have to worry about the vice squad or a gun-toting Papa breaking in on us and hauling me off!"
"I'm completely at liberty to do with myself exactly what I like," I said seductively.
"That's nice," he grinned, flames of sensual interest beginning to kindle in his gray eyes, "very nice! Maybe we can get better acquainted!"
"Maybe you've heard some of my songs on the radio," I said, trying to impress him, "I'm Cassie Smith, formerly of "The Locksmiths". I've gone solo, now."
"I don't listen to much music these days. That rock and roll stuff just hurts my ears," he said, standing up and stretching.
My eyes flicked greedily over his muscular, sweaty frame, and I felt my pussy quiver and grow hot and mushy.
"Well, Miss Cassie Smith," he said boldly, looking me up and down, "Would you mind if
I stepped into the shower for a minute? These wrestling bouts sure make a guy all hot and bothered."
"Be my guest," I said, smiling sensuously at him.
Without turning away from me, a salacious grin on his rugged features, Rex hooked his fingers in the elastic of his trunks and pulled them down, stepping out of them and tossing them carelessly onto the cot. He stood up, smacking his hairy belly loudly with his hand, and strutted for the shower.
I gaped at the immense slab of sausage that dangled between his lusty thighs. It was limp, but even while flaccid, looked positively gigantic. When I say it dangled halfway to his knees, I'm not joking.
He left the bathroom door wide open, so I had a full view of the shower, and didn't bother to pull the shower curtain. I heard the faucet squeak and watched while he stepped under the jetting needles of hot water and lathered up with a bar of soap.
I suddenly had a wild idea why not join him? It might be fun! Quickly, I slithered out of my blouse. Kicking off my boots, I shimmied out of the skin-tight leather pants I had been wearing and stood there in my birthday suit, a little grin on my pretty face.
As quietly as I could, I tripped to the door of the bathroom and peeped in. He had his back turned momentarily toward me and was soaping up under his arms, singing lustily in a rich baritone.
I crept up, stepping lightly into the tub and slid the palms of my hands lightly over his broad back. He nearly jumped a mile!
He whipped around toward me, a ludicrously startled expression on his virile face. I burst out laughing, and he joined in, his lubricious eyes running up and down my curvaceous, voluptuous form. The jetting water splashed over my nubile figure, making my jutting tits shiny, pale lobes of succulent strawberry-tipped flesh, and the honey-hued triangle between my legs glistened with globules of shimmering water.
Rex's mighty member started to twitch and slowly unfurl as he drank in the sight of my luscious, nude body, and I must say, my tinderbox grew hotter and hotter as I stared in turn at his huge, muscular frame.
"Like I said, you're a gorgeous babe, Cassie," Rex said thickly.
He reached out and ran the heels of his hands over my pouting, thrusting nibs, making little circles with his calloused flesh, sending needles of delicious passion shooting through me.
"You got terrific tits, lady, let me tell you!" he growled salaciously.
He clamped his fingers around the breasts, squeezing hard, twisting them from side to side, letting the pliant, slippery flesh ooze between his clenching knuckles. As he kneaded my knockers, I mewled in delight, my heart beat quickening as I felt the dormant strength in those huge, ham-like hands.
Flashes of pain warbled through my sensitized tits as he squeezed and pulled at them lasciviously, making the nipples hard and pointy, like little nails.
I felt something nudging against my belly, and looked down, gasping as I saw his fully erect organ throbbing as it thrust into the air between us like a bridge. He had the biggest fucking cock I'd ever laid eyes on, and by that time, I was already a prime candidate for the biggest slut in America, so I'd been around, and I'd seen horse-sized dicks before. This was THE biggest! When fully erect (I later measured it) his cock was thirteen inches long and as fat around as my wrist.
When it comes to pricks, I'm no size queen, but there can be something very, very exciting about a king-sized cock. It perfectly fitted my Daddy fantasies, adding impressively to the image of a big, stalwart man who towered above other men, in more ways than one.
Cooing with delight, I reached down and feathered the cuticles of my fingers across the red, bloated knob, shivering as I absorbed the heat that generated along that massive cudgel. Gingerly, I traced the thick, pulsating sides of the organ, trying to pass my fingers around the middle, without success. My eyes wide with awe, I pumped my fingers up and down that long, long shaft, making it quiver and jerk in lusty response.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, it belongs on a horse, not a man," Rex grinned, amused by my wide-eyed reaction, "If it scares you, I'll tuck it away some where out of sight!"
The little whimpering moan I made inarticulately conveyed the message that there was only one place I wanted him to tuck that monstrous meat, and he understood me perfectly!
He slid his hands up and down my sides, and then around my slender waist, drawing my svelte, sexy body against his huge, bulky frame. I felt my soft belly squashed against his hard, hairy stomach, and his muscular pecs mashed my tits flat.
He bent down, gripping me in a viselike grip by the back of my neck and tilting my face back, and planted his hot, hard mouth against my soft, pliant lips, kissing me hard.
I moaned into his big, sucking mouth as his fat, long tongue slithered between my lips and swished across my own tongue, mingling our saliva. His hot breath filled my mouth, and my head spun with unbridled lust as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.
I ran my hands over his hairy chest and slick, wet back, raking the nails over the hirsute cups of his buttocks. His gargantuan, meaty member was sandwiched between our bellies, pulsating and burning with sensual fires as he hunched his big body against mine.
Fumbling in the tile tray, Rex picked up the bar of soap and held me slightly away from him as he pruriently began to lather up my body. Soon, his slick, foaming fingers swished over the slippery, quivering mounds of my tits, over my long, lean back, and slowly down my soft belly, leaving soapy suds behind.
Lasciviously, he drew the bar of soap between my legs, sluicing it over my throbbing, burning pussy lips, parting them with his slick fingers and tickling the velvety interior of my cunt. He soaped up my silky bush, and then moved on to my long, slinky legs, dropping down in a squatting position for this task.
His hands slipped up the backs of my calves and onto the high, dimpled lobes of my ass. I moaned in ecstasy as he slid the bar of soap into my nether crack and delectably drew it back and forth, thoroughly lathering my silky, erotically aroused body.
With a grunt of satisfaction, he stood up and rubbed his big burly form over my slippery, sudsy body, his eyes burning with bestial lubricity.
Then, he handed me the bar of soap.
"O.K., sweetheart, now it's my turn!" he said, grinning.
I happily complied with his request, running my soft, feathery fingers over the hairy, hard contours of his body, sudsing up the thick matted hair on his torso, sliding my hands in awe over the bulging biceps and triceps of his powerful arms.
Then, I dropped to my knees in front of him, beginning with his ankles and working my way up his trunk-like legs, sensuously swirling the bar of soap across every inch of flesh, until I reached his powerfully muscled calves. My fingers slowly inched toward his thighs as I stared up in awe at the hefty joy-stick sticking straight out in the air from his thick, red-brown pubic bush.
With one hand I lifted his heavy sack of orange-sized testicles while with the other, I swished the bar of soap over the hairy wrinkled surface of his scrotum. I thoroughly lathered his musky pubic thatch, and then was about to soap up his rigid rod when I suddenly had a better idea.
Eagerly, I thrust out my tongue and swirled it across the massively thick root of the cock, pressing my lips to the corrugated side and sucking gently. As if eating a corn on the cob, I moved up and down the log-like appendage, clutching it around the base with both hands to hold it within reach of my hungry lips. The more I tasted, the more I wanted. Greedily, I slurped and laved the humongous organ, shuddering as I felt it pulsate and throb in my hands and against my lips.
"MMMMMM, that's great, baby!" Rex groaned thickly, running his beefy hands through my golden tresses, "Work your tongue over that meat! Let me feel your hot lips sucking at yet! YEAH! YEAH!! "
He began to buck his hips to and fro-, sliding the slick wet shaft over my mouth, shivers of delight wracking his tall, magnificent physique.
Inflamed with salacious excitement, I formed my lips into a wide "O" and drew the pulpy knob against them, flicking the piss-slit with the tip of my tongue. My jaws strained until I thought they would snap, but his hefty ramrod slowly sank into my warm, gulping mouth, stuffing it full of searing man-meat.
Rex held my head firmly and began to pump back and forth, gently at first, but gradually increasing the tempo until my eyes bulged, his thick pecker stretching my throat muscles obscenely. My ears teared and I gagged repeatedly, but as he pummeled my throat again and again, waves of fiery passion undulated through my body. The needles of hot water from the shower burned into my pointy nipples, keeping them erect and sensitized, and I instinctively dropped one hand between my legs, rubbing its heel violently over the tingling knob of my throbbing clitoris.
My juicy twat quivered and oozed with my libations, and I moaned ecstatically, vibrating Rex's massive member with my vocal cords.
He stopped pumping and gently raised me to my feet, reaching behind him and turning off the shower jets. Without a word, he lifted my quivering, nubile young body into his strong arms and carried me effortlessly out of the bathroom, striding quickly to the cot in the center of the room.
He laid me down on my back, and gripped my thighs in his big hands, spreading them wide. Then, he knelt down and pressed his face into my honeyed recesses. I squealed and thrashed with thrills of ecstasy as his stubbly jaw tickled the velvety sides of my vaginal lips and his long tongue whipped up inside the slit, sucking my juices into his gulping throat.
Licking me with gusto, his hands slid under the mounds of my buttocks, his fingers sliding between them, and I felt him stab at the quivering rosette of my bunghole with his middle finger. He soon had wormed it in up to the second knuckle and while I writhed and groaned in delight, he stuck two more fingers in and stretched them, loosening the clenching sphincter muscle and sending bursts of dark, resonating pleasure coursing through my lower body.
After a couple of minutes of eating my muff, he rose to his feet, his face dripping with my secretions. His eyes burned with unbridled lust. He climbed onto the narrow cot above me, planting his knees between my legs and his hands on either side of my neck. Lowering himself on me, I felt the jutting tip of his enormous erection squelch up against the quivering bower of my cunt.
I suppose if I'd been in my right mind, I'd have been a little afraid of that cruel-looking truncheon. I mean, it was kind of like letting someone stick their arm inside you! I shivered with anticipation, whimpering and mewling like a bitch in heat as the bull-like wrestler lowered his heavy body on top of mine.
He gripped the sides of the cot, stared down into my eyes, and with a savage grin, suddenly thrust forward with a little grunt, his pelvis propelling the bulging length of his meatiness deep inside my violated slit. I felt my vagina stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before as the thirteen inches of gargantuan stiffness plunged in to the hilt inside me.
I was outrageously stuffed Rex's equine proportions. Uncontrollable spasms wracked my ravished body and I uttered a high pitched shriek of animalistic delight.
I tossed my golden hair about wildly, my eyes rolling like a madwoman's, and raked my claws across Rex's broad, muscular, hairy back.
"Yeah, baby! Take it! Take it all!" He whispered hotly into my ear, pumping his hips relentlessly, "I'm gonna fuck you till it comes out your mouth!"
That was a pretty bizarre thing to say, but the way it felt when that bulging ramrod punched in and out of my throbbing recesses, I wasn't too sure whether or not he was exaggerating!
My aching vagina gradually adjusted to the gargantuan slab of man-meat that plunged in and out of it like a well-greased piston, and each time his belly slammed against mine, a reverberating fireball of ecstasy echoed through my quivering loins and made my head spin with lust.
"OH, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, REX! RIP ME APART!" I screamed, throwing my legs around his middle and digging my heels into his humping buttocks.
He planted his hands on either side of my head and lifted his upper body off of me, staring down into my eyes as he continued to lift and bring down heavily his hips and pelvis. Loud squelching sounds filled the room as he punched into my sucking, glove-like cunt again and again.
His huge hairy testicles flapped up against my bottom at each thrust, and our bodies, still wet from the shower as well as from our sweat and sexual juices, squished and slapped moistly together.
Rex's face was contorted in a savage grimace of bestial excitement as he stared down at my helpless, jouncing figure which he pinned to the cot with his mammoth phallus. Each time he jammed his cock into me, my tits bounced and flopped like bowls of jello, the rivet-like, raspberry-hued nipples fully erect and throbbing.
After a while, Rex stopped screwing me like there was no tomorrow, and keeping his pulsating, steely organ impaled in my sleek, silky sheath, he gripped me tightly about the waist and in a skillful, muscular wrestler's move, rolled both of us over so I found myself sitting in his lap while he lay on his back on the cot.
"Bounce on it, baby!" he ordered huskily, clamping his ham-like hands around my projecting breasts, "Ride that cock like a buckin' bronco!"
I needed no coaxing, however, and was already heaving my hips up and down, sluicing the satiny, saturated sides of my vaginal membranes around the rock-hard length of Rex's horse dick.
The muscular wrestler raised his knees, making a slight incline out of his calves. Then, grabbing me in a viselike grip by the tits, he lifted me up the incline and let me slide back down on his dong, increasing the tempo of the motion as our co-mingling sex organs grew hotter and hotter. He began bucking up with his muscular thighs, skewering the white-hot spear in my sizzling interior, dicing bursts of orgasmic ecstasy in my convulsing loins.
I threw back my head and uttered a broken scream of carnal joy as billowing explosions wracked my widely-stretched twat, and when I came, it was as though I had douched with lava. My sucking, squeezing cuntal sleeve spasmed around Rex's pumping shaft as my gushing secretions swirled hotly over his cock.
Rex roared in savage triumph as he felt me come, and grabbed me by the hips, slamming me against his prick in bone-jarring strokes as he approached his own climax. He gritted his teeth and snarled, air spraying from his lips, his huge frame trembling uncontrollably.
I felt the turgid stem of his organ quiver and swell, and then my womb was blasted with his searing hot sperm. It jetted again and again, deep inside of me, until it trickled down my thighs in a congealing of his log-like pecker.
Two weeks of heavy fucking later, we were married.. .
CHAPTER FOUR
That marriage was a mistake from the moment of its inception. I still can't get over my amazement at myself for not being a bit more perceptive. But, it was a part of my life, and I guess it had its moments.
I mean, the sex was great! Getting your cock-hungry cunt slammed for hours every night by the biggest chunk of meat in the state ain't all THAT bad, let me tell you! But, when we weren't fucking, there was absolutely no point of communication between us.
Rex knew nothing about rock and roll and I knew nothing about wrestling and neither of us was terribly interested in the other's career. Rex was a heavy drinker and a mean drunk, and I was getting pretty hooked on drugs -heroin, mescaline, the works, not just grass.
Rex would get drunk and accuse me of fucking around with the musicians who played with me, or the people I hung out with, and sometimes he'd beat me up, which was no party. Once, when I was partying with some friends in San Francisco, he barged in like a madman, threw them out, and dragged me by my hair for three blocks. That time, I was sure he was going to kill me. We stuck together for eight long months. My career kept me going, and he was on tour for part of the time, or that marriage would have been a lot shorter. I was making it big, I mean, really big. Two of my songs hit the top of the charts in a three month period, and my six week concert tour was a real smash success.
I got on the Johnny Carson show (! ! ) and got nominated for a Grammy (yawn).
Rex's jealousy wasn't all just paranoia. After about three weeks of wedded bless, I began to prowl. I fucked around with a lot of guys, including most of my musicians, and my agent, and some of my promoters, and some of my groupies (yes, I already had groupies.) They started calling me the "Venus of Rock and Roll" in the papers, I think because some poetical slim of a journalist said I looked like Botticelli's Venus, which isn't true I'm not that fat and I've got bigger tits.
I skipped out on Rex sometimes after that and filed for a divorce. Rex made it ugly in court and the rag readers lapped up headlines about our battles, in which we dragged one another through the mud. It was a pretty sick time, and I'm sorry about it, because in spite of all the fucked up feelings and our incompatibility, I still kind of like Rex. He could be neat, and he sure was a hunk. But after that, there was no way we could be friends.
I played the field after the divorce, feeling great to be free again and swearing never to get hooked again on the marriage racket. Hell, I was twenty years old and a superstar! I whored around for months, sleeping with different guys every night, sometimes with a whole bunch of guys, sometimes with guys AND gals, sometimes with gals. It was like riding a wave of hysterical euphoria. I mean, a lot of it I can't even remember, because I was stoned out of my gourd so much of the time.
My rise to fame was paralleled, though, by scandal and notoriety. The more popular I became with the kids, the more the squares got pissed at me. This was during the reign of his Lowness Richard Nixon, and the word got around that Nixon thought I was a "degenerate" and a "bad influence" on America's Youth. I was kind of pleased to be on HIS black list. I mean, if Nixon hates you, you can't be all that bad!
I signed with a new label, and during this time Harry McStivers joined the band wagon as my drummer. He was a neat cat. I'd known him off and on for a couple of years, and we'd even made it a couple of times.
Harry was about thirty, pretty old for our crowd, but you couldn't tell it the way he behaved. He was wild! A black guy from Jamaica, he'd been into Reggae for a while and then played the field. He played the drums like no one else on this planet. I mean, I could just sit and listen to him, all by his lonesome making those things play magical music. The man was a genius, truly.
He was tall and well-built and dreamy to look at. He had beautiful brown skin, like that kind of polished wood you see in swank joints, and this gorgeous smile, and chocolate-colored eyes which could melt you to the core. Harry Belafonte, eat your heart out!
We began to get into a heavy thing. Harry was even more of a druggie than me, and introduced me to free-basing and shooting up. We did some really crazy things, really crazy. Harry lived life on a high wire, and never wanted to come down.
We became inseparable. We fucked other people, but usually, it was BOTH of us fucking someone else. About a year of this went by, and one morning, I woke up in a motel room beside Harry with a strange ring on my finger. We'd gotten really fucked up the night before and had dug up a preacher some where and got married, just like in the movies! And, so help me, to this day I can't remember that night AT ALL. Harry insists the whole fucking thing was my idea, but knowing my firm determination never to get married again, I've got my suspicions.
But married life with Harry was light years from married life with Rex. Harry was a crazy, overgrown boy; Rex was a ferocious, angry animal. Harry and I did everything together; Rex and I just fucked and fought.
A week after the second marriage was consummated, so to speak, we packed our stuff in a bus and went on a tour. We cut across the Southwest, and eventually made our way into the Deep South.
Now, we had fans wherever we went, but in the Deep South, we also had a passel more enemies. Rock and roll was, after all, a Tool of the Devil to many of the old folks in Alabama and Georgia. And a white chick shacking up with a black stud might have been a no-no in hypocritical New York, but in the South, it was a Capital Offense.
So, we were not exactly greeted like the Pope by the throngs of mellow-tongued Southerners.
This kind of made us uneasy, and we made a pretty big mistake. We got even more fucked up before concerts than we'd ever gotten fucked up before. We were stoned ALL of the time. And it was in one of those Deep South towns, in the most conservative area of a state which shall remain nameless, that Harry and I did something which made headlines all across this country and drew storms of vituperative protest the likes of which I've never experienced before. Shit, you know you've made it when a crazy prank you pull draws an angry response from the President during a news conference.
"What do you think of the Cassie Smith incident in [nameless state], Mr. President?"
"I think the shameless actions of that creature are evidence of a debauchery and lack of morals among our young people which is a positive disgrace!"
Wild, huh? Here's what happened, in case you were an ostrich and didn't read a paper for about three months that year, or turn on the TV, or listen to any conversations in the street.
There was a huge turn-out for the concert. Kids from all over the state had come to see us, which was great. I mean, when you live in the Deep South, the coming of Cassie Smith must be a BIG event.
We got a very enthusiastic welcome, except from the police who grimly sought to maintain order in the throngs. I was performing very well; I was "in voice" as we Entertainers call it. And I was terribly stoned, so the singing began to really turn me on. I was getting into that microphone; it was like holding a big metal dildo, you know. A real turn on!
And Harry was doing his drums like only Harry could. There were sparks flying, he was so hot.. .
I'm not exactly sure when it hit me, that bizarre impulse. I think I was just finishing the song, "Vectors", and Harry had gotten to his feet and was really going at those drums. I just noticed through this haze how sexy he looked, with his shirt open and that brown hairy chest glistening with sweat, and those tight, tight jeans clinging to his big basket. I could see the metal tip of his zipper protruding from his pants, and he was pumping his hips in an ecstasy of musical eroticism.
I just dropped to my knees, still singing, and unzipped his pants, sticking my hand inside his fly and groping till I found his cock. It was hard as a poker, and when I pulled it out, the eight inches of purplish flesh were in direct line with the center spot-light, so everyone could see it.
I turned my head and said into the microphone to those forty thousand screaming kids, "Now you know why I married this dude!"
And then, I opened my mouth and clamped it around the bulging, oozing head of his tumescence, wrapping my tongue around the thick corrugated shaft and sucking greedily.
All the while, Harry didn't miss a beat he continued to bang those drums in a frenzy, and the other band members kept on playing, too.
The crowd went crazy! I mean, they were with us! That music, and the drugs (most of them were as stoned as we were), and the contagious excitement of the event, all were heavily erotic. It was part of that great free feeling, of letting it all hang loose, that made the sixties such a fantastic era.
The cops were NOT amused. They all whistled on their little silver police whistles, but of course, no one heard them. And, when they tried to storm the stage, the fans actually STOPPED them! That's when the fights broke out, and everything sort of disintegrated into a regular brawl.
When I realized that the waves of screeching howls weren't just a part of my imagination, I let go of Harry's dick and stood up and stared out at the mass of screaming, flailing people. Hell, what a sight! Like a glimpse into Bedlam.
Somehow, we finished the concert and things settled down to a cacophony, and we prepared to leave.
Only, as Harry and I started to go down the corridor backstage to get into the van, two cops appeared out of nowhere.
"Miss Smith," one of them said in a very menacing tone, "You and your friend will have to come with us."
"Thanks, but no thanks," I said coolly, trying to brush past.
The uncouth dude grabbed my arm and his grip was serious. I think if Harry hadn't noticed that the dude's pal had his hand on his hip and a trigger-happy, nigger-hating gleam in his eye, he would have broken the guy's neck.
"Where to, gentlemen?" I said, as the guys snapped cuffs on us.
"Just shut up and come on," the only one of the two who seemed to have the power of speech growled.
They stuck us in the back of a patrol car, and we sped out of the parking lot down a long, dark road. At least, that's how I remember it. After a while, I noticed we weren't going into town but away from it. There were no street lights anymore and the road wasn't even paved. The dark silhouettes of trees whished by like monstrous shadows.
"Hey, man, where the fuck are you taking us?" Harry shouted.
The two cops looked at one another and snickered.
The talking one turned around and said, "Listen, nigger, if you know what's good for you, you'll shut the fuck up. No one saw us take you creeps into custody, so we could blast you full of holes and dump you in the woods and forget all about it. Come to think of it, that wouldn't be so bad an idea. Rid the world of a couple of degenerate creeps. What do you say, Vern?"
Vern COULD speak, it seemed, because he responded, "Nah. Don't want to waste my bullets on the likes of them. Let's make 'em put on a little show for us, Ashley."
(I swear to God, that redneck asshole's name was Ashley!)
Ashley seemed to think that that was a decent idea, and a couple of minutes later, we pulled into a clearing in front of a swampy body of water.
The pigs parked the car, leaving the headlights on, and jumped out, opening our door and waving their guns at us.
"O.K., get out!" Ashley snarled, "And get this, if either of you starts to protest about ANYTHING we tell you to do, I'm going to shoot your fucking heads off, and that's no idle threat!"
Stoned though we were, we believed him. There was something soulless in those gleaming, cold gray eyes of his.. .
We got out and stood there while Ashley and Vern had a little whispering conference.
Then, Ashley stuck his gun at us while Vern cautiously unlocked the handcuffs and freed our wrists.
"Now! March over there in front of the headlights," Ashley ordered harshly, "You're gonna put on a little private show for Vern and me. You like to suck nigger cock in front of an audience, huh, you filthy slut? Well, now you're going to do a little more of your perverse stuff for our benefit!"
"Yeah," Vern chimed in, salivating nervously, "Strip off your clothes! ALL of them!"
When you're as jaded as I was then, and had been through the bizarre scenes I'd been through, and were as stoned, the situation at hand wouldn't seem quite so scary. I don't think I was very afraid. I quickly got the psychology of the situation down pat. These repressed assholes just wanted to see a black guy fuck a white girl. I was a bit bothered about what they would do once we had finished, but I figured I'd cross that bridge once I got to it.. .
I peeled off my blouse and shimmied out of my jeans. I wasn't wearing any underclothes it's fucking hot in the Deep South.
In the headlights from the squad car, my nude white body really looked kind of hot. My breasts were full and glistening, the large nipples thrusting forward and pointy. And in the stream of bright light, the golden, lambent triangle between my thighs had a lustrous sheen.
Harry didn't hesitate to strip either, and his tall, muscular, sexy brown body was a marked contrast to my pale, luscious feminine form. I think there's nothing so sexually poetic as a black man and a blonde white woman standing side by side, naked.
Harry's thick hose hung limply between his legs. The two cops ogled us for a couple of moments, whispering among themselves.
Then Ashley said sharply, "O.K., cunt, get down on your knees and blow the bastard. Wrap those sluttish lips of yours around that dick!
Without a word, I dropped down in front of Harry and sensuously ran my hands up his muscular legs, tickling his tight kinky pubic curls with my cuticles, and testing I figured, shit, if I had to do it, why not get off on it? Besides, if we gave them a good show, they might be inclined to be merciful afterwards.. .
I flicked out my tongue and laved the wrinkly sack surrounding Harry's spunk-filled nuts. As I sucked and licked the musky scumbag, I felt Harry's balls begin to tighten with lust.
I heard Vern exclaim with choked surprise, "Shit, look at that slut lick those nigger balls!"
The fucking bigot was really turned on and was having a, helluva time hiding it! He needn't have, because from the size of the lump in Ashley's pouch, the other redneck was reacting the same way.
Harry's long flaccid organ began to slowly expand and fill out, jerking and twitching as it reared in the air like the trunk of an elephant. I wrapped my wriggling tongue around the thick pulsating base of his battering-ram, and slid my puckered lips up and down the shaft till it glistened with my saliva. Then, I opened wide my mouth and took the pulpy purplish head inside, sucking greedily.
Harry started to get into it. Little moans escaped his full sensual lips, and he clamped his hands in my golden tresses, pulling me against him, beginning to pump his hips backward and forward.
I heard the white cops gasp as they watched that snaking, eight inch rod of thick black cockmeat submerge completely in my gulping gullet until my bloated lips grazed against his wiry pubic patch. Harry began to fuck my mouth with gusto, pumping it over the silky trough of my tongue and down my tight, moist throat. I didn't even gag the feeling of that delicious black meat filling my oral orifice to the brim made my cunt get hotter and hotter and juicier and juicier.
I pressed the heel of my hand against my swollen mons, grinding it against my throbbing clitoris while I stroked the oily vaginal lips with my finger. Little ripples of pleasure coursed through my body as I sucked noisily at Harry's bulging joint.
The cops watched in silence for sometime, and then Ashley said a little shakily, "O.K., enough of that cock-sucking! Get down on the ground, bitch! I want to see this stud nigger eat out your box!"
I let go, rather reluctantly, of Harry's massive member and it slapped up wetly against his firm, furry belly. I reclined easily on the cool earth and spread my legs, throwing my arms sexily behind my tousled head, my boobs wobbling and bouncing in the bright lights that illuminated them. Harry dropped to my legs, his strong large hands running up and down my quivering body, cupping and kneading my breasts, catching and squeezing the throbbing nubbins of my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs.
He bent down and encircled my tingling, thrusting paps with Ids warm, sucking lips, flicking them each with his hot, searing tongue till they gleamed and dripped with saliva. I moaned in encouragement, running my fingers through his tight, kinky hair.
Slowly, he worked his way down the front of my body, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in his wake. I arched my back and uttered a little sluttish scream as I felt his tongue snake through my silky pubes and along the swollen slit of my vulva, prying apart the petal-soft lips and plowing into my sweet furrow.
Harry clamped his lips over my mons and sucked and laved like crazy, making me undulate and writhe in ecstasy, whimpers and moans of delight tearing from my parted lips.
The cops had edged closer, till they were on the rim of the circle of light, gaping down at us with huge eyes.
"O.K., nigger, now fuck her! Fuck that slut good!" Vern said in a strangled voice.
Harry planted his hands on either side of my waist and positioned himself over me, lowering his hips onto my body. I felt his pulpy cockhead punch against the slick opening of my love canal, and I spread my legs wide, passively awaiting his onslaught.
Both of us were so far gone by this time we were hardly aware of our gawking audience.
I screeched in delight, bucking my hips wildly, raking my fingers across his broad sweaty "Yeah, baby, YEAH!" Harry whispered huskily into my ear as he began to undulate his hips, driving his thick hot spear in and out of my honeyed recesses with resonating squelching sounds of moist, hot organs smacking together and drew apart.
Ashley and Vern were completely quiet now. They had drawn very near and crouched down to get a good view of the tremendously hot "show" my black husband and I were putting on for them.
As for Harry and I, we'd really begun to get into each other, and I was no longer aware of those creeps, despite their proximity.
I ran my soft hands over the pumping, hard grapefruit-sized cups of Harry's ass and drew him down on me harder, deeper. I scissored his middle with my long white legs, crossing the ankles behind his back as I hunched my hips to meet his lusty thrusts.
Harry slid his big hands beneath my own buoyant, pliant butt cheeks, clenching the translucent flesh in his strong fingers as he battered my cunt like a wild beast.
I felt the rigid, pulsating sides of his massive mauler stroke hotly against my sensitized vaginal nerve endings again and again, and like a boy-scout rubbing sticks, pretty soon a fire was started that blazed and raged in my loins. I raked my nails across Harry's back and threw back my head, uttering a ragged shriek of ecstasy.
"OOOOOH, H-HARRYM I-I'M CU-U-U-U-MING!! " I screamed, sobbing in delight.
My hot gushing fluids swirled around his dipping poker, and my clutching vaginal lips sucked and squeezed the bulging base of his dick, milking it frantically.
"SHIT, honey, here comes my load!" Harry groaned, slugging it to me like a sledgehammer.
I felt his ramrod sink to the balls in my still spasming tunnel, and swell with his raging, bubbling juices. They fountained up the tubes and sprayed the insides of my quivering womb with machine-gun intensity, blasting me full of his hot, potent seed.. .
Quivering and whimpering, we churned to a halt, and Harry rolled shakily off of me, his shrinking dong popping out of my pink chasm with a sound like a champagne cork being popped.
We lay back limply, panting, our minds swirling with sex and drugs, only dimly aware of the pair of hot, flushed redneck faces staring down at us.
Vern and Ashley had a whispered conversation and then they returned to the squad car, coming back with a coil of rope. Without a word, they dragged each of us to a nearby tree and trussed us to it, naked.
Then, Vern let his hot damp hands travel nervously all over my body, poking his stubby fingers in my aching, oozing crotch, breathing his hot foul breath in my face. Ashley just ogled me, squeezing his crotch through the material of his pants, where a distinct spot of moisture had appeared.
But the two redneck cops didn't do anything else. I never quite understood what made them change their minds about raping me perhaps they were afraid they couldn't live up to the black man's stud-like capabilities, and probably, they were right.. .
In any case, Vern and Ashley got back in their squad car and screeched away, leaving the two of us tied to a tree in the middle of nowhere in the Deep South.
A couple of fishermen found us that way the next morning, and called the cops, who set us free. We didn't file any charges, because there was a dangerous current of resentment toward us in that state. We'd made national headlines, and two days after we beat a hasty retreat to good old California, the governor of the state in which we'd "sinned" called me, "A degenerate she-devil who ought to be stamped out of existence. Ms. Cassandra Smith had better be aware that she and her kind are not welcome in our wholesome, Christian state, and that if she should enter the state boundaries again, she will have the upstanding citizens of [his state] to reckon with!"
And talk about death threat letters! I started getting a bushel of them a week, mostly from the South. Some were obviously written by people who were really turned on by the idea of a white chick getting it on with a black stud, but were too uptight to admit it, and were now venting their anger, confusion and hostility on me.
Anyway, that was enough to keep me away from the Deep South ever since.
The notoriety sure didn't hurt business! The album of that scandalous concert went platinum in less than six months, and I found myself rolling in dough which I didn't know what to do with.
I've never had much luck with money or business or that shit, and the managers I've had have invariably chiseled me out of a lot of money. But, who cares? I had enough around to do the stuff I wanted to do, and that's all that mattered. I'm not a person who likes to collect "things" I'd rather DO things.
One bad thing about all that dough was that there was no way I could keep away from the great temptation of Drugs! I mean, when you've got an unlimited supply of dollars flowing in, and people knocking at your door with the best cocaine, hashish, acid and heroin available, you don't say "no, thanks." At least, I didn't. So the next couple of years for me were really big, but I don't have a lot of memories of them. It was like one, long, euphoric high, and some pretty severe downs, too.
I don't like to blame people for my failings, especially people who've been something special to me, but I've got to say that Harry was sort of a catalyst for all this drug abuse. I mean, Harry was the ORIGINAL rock and roll junkie. I don't think he was straight for a whole day since sometimes in his early, and I mean EARLY, teens. Those were wild times.
CHAPTER FIVE
My marriage to Harry wasn't exactly a marriage the way the one with Rex was. I mean, we lived in the same place, but so did a score of other people, off and on, and we sure as hell weren't monogamous. The idea didn't even come up in our minds, let alone in conversation.
We fucked around a lot, and really got off on making it with other people in orgy situations. We also were both REALLY turned on by the idea of seducing a square, a "wholesome member of the establishment."
Like the time Harry made it with a girl I'll call Sue Hotchkiss. Sue's folks were the "creme de la creme" of Los Angeles society, from Old Stock, whatever the hell that means, ultra-conservative, cool as ice, Republican, etc. Her Dad had sponsored one of our concerts, simply because he was a shrewd businessman and knew how to make the bucks, which was why he was also one of the richest men in the country.
Well, Harry dropped by the Hotchkiss estate one day to discuss some business shit, and the old man was out, and just prissy Sue with her beehive hair-do and high saucy tits was there, looking down her nose at the "colored" man who had been presumptuous enough to step across her holy threshold. Before he was through, that wasn't the only "threshold" Harry crossed.
He was kind of pissed off, understandably, by her attitude, and he happened to have on him a couple of hashish brownies. He persuaded the bitch to eat one of them, and she went bonkers. I mean, according to Harry (who was good at telling stories, so this one might have been exaggerated) she turned from an icy perennial virgin into a completely uninhibited whore.
Well, Harry and I both had a chance to satisfy this rather perverse desire we shared shortly before the break-up of our marriage.
I was twenty-four at this time, and hot -lots and lots of fans and groupies and enemies, too. For some bizarre reason, I was invited to this benefit for some cause in Washington D.C. the Capitol itself. I was warned to "tone down my style," because a lot of "old-fashioned people" would be there. That was no joke. Ninety percent of the folks who showed up looked like they had one foot in the grave and the other in the freezer. I wonder if Republicans have a lower body temperature than the rest of us?
I sang a pretty low-key number and got a cool smattering of applause. Most of the people who sat around me were not at all amused at the arrangement, and I never saw so many cold shoulders in a single evening. I was pretty amused, and a bit mystified as to why I had been invited at all. Perhaps they had thought I would refuse to attend, which I almost did. But I was also curious to learn how the Other Side lives.
One of the zombies at the affair did show a spark of life, however. He was a very attractive senator from a New England state, whom I will call Mark Veneer. Mark was sort of the
Republican answer to Fabian (or JFK, take your pick). He was one of those gorgeous older men who seem to age like fine wine.
He was six feet tall with thinning brown hair that was a sexy pepper and salt color about the temples. He had glistening hazel eyes that were nationally famous (though I discovered quickly enough that the glisten was produced by contact lenses) and a dazzling smile. He also was a wonderful conversationalist and was very, very rich. Other than that, poor Mark Veneer had very little going for him. He wasn't particularly intelligent or nice or interested in politics, which he knew almost as little about as I did, it seemed. But he had Image, and that's what counts in politics, I guess. He got votes, he won by wide margins, and seemed a pretty permanent member of the Senate for the coming years. (A couple of years later, poor Mark Veneer was trapped into a very naughty scandal which prompted his resignation and an exile from the realm of politics to his modest estate in Tahiti.. . )
Well, Senator Veneer came right up to me during the "cocktail break" or whatever it was a lull in the interminable speeches and "entertainment" which pocked the evening like acne in a bland complexion. He was sexy and entertaining and didn't condescend to me, and seemed genuinely interested in my career. It seemed that he'd heard my music because his son was a fan, and had watched me on TV, and really liked my stuff a lot. At least that's what he said.
I later learned that Senator Veneer's son was four and still listened to nursery rhymes on his kiddie phonograph, and that the smooth politician had a "thing" for lady rock singers, the wilder and more promiscuous the better. I was a bit flattered by the rumor that, before he met me, the Senator would hire whores to come to his room at a hotel and lip-synch a song of mine he had recorded called "Man Eater" before he banged her.
Anyway, the dreary evening ended with one interesting turn of events; the Senator invited me and my band to a "private party" on his estate the next evening, and promised me that it would be a "much looser" (his words) time than the one we'd just lived through, barely.
I was amused by the invitation and readily agreed to come. I had not failed to notice that the synthetic gleam in his eye was accentuated by a real gleam of lust. I'd also spotted a sizeable lump in Senator Veneer's basket, which was proof enough that the "private party" had definite possibilities.
So, the next day, Harry and six or seven of the other guys rented some glad rags, just for fun bona fide tuxedos, in fact and I shimmied into a glittery turquoise-colored gown which practically squeezed the breath out of me it was so tight.
And at seven sharp, our two limos pulled up in front of the august estate of Senator Mark Veneer.
He was at the front door and greeted us with outstretched, eager arms, like old friends. I went along with the gushy-gushy "how ARE you, darling?" air kissing like a pro it was great fun. I should have been an actress!
There were a lot of people there, and none had dressed up like my band did. They were all "casually dressed" in that carefully expensive fashion which denotes true snobbery. I didn't recognize many faces here. Most of the people were fairly youngish, and there were a LOT of suspicious looking women. I mean, women with lots of make-up and bright red wigs, if you know what I mean. "Hired hostesses" to use a discreet Washington term. The darling Senator had arranged things so that no man was short on pussy for the whole of the evening.
Standing by his side was his sweet, pretty wife Ida. Ida was twenty-five, and her great-grandfather, grandfather, father, and two brothers had been or were Senators or congressmen, all staunch Republicans, of course, with a lineage that included three
Presidents and could be traced back to the Mayflower.
The wedding of the handsome Senator and the beautiful heiress had made headlines a year before, and they had been known as the "Match of the Decade." Nixon had attended the wedding, and Pat was known to be a confidante of Ida's.
Like her husband, Ida was a Presbyterian who attended Church regularly and gave to many Christian organizations. I can still remember her doing commercials for her hubby, in which she said, in that syrupy sincere voice of hers, "Mark is a model husband, and a model citizen. A strong politician and a good Christian who believes in family values and in practicing the religion he has been brought up in. A vote for Mark Veneer is a vote for America!"
Shit, what a bunch of hokum!! The Veneers were as degenerate as anyone else. And the "private party" I was invited to made me look at the Republicans with rather different eyes from then on!
Dinner was fairly normal. Servants passed around silver trays and we drank champagne out of crystal glasses and exchanged polite talk.
After talk, someone switched on a stereo in the huge living room and, lo and behold, who should be singing but Cassandra Smith! That seemed to "loosen everyone up" nicely. Drinks were served, and, on a silver tray, a regal butler passed around some great cocaine.
Dear Ida did the honors with the grass, passing around a jade pipe full of some really dynamite weed which was steadily replenished throughout the evening.
Some of the "hostesses" began to giggle loudly, and pair off with the gentlemen, and couples began to wander out of the room for a little privacy.
I was standing by the great bay windows looking out at the vast lawn where a fountain sprinkled from a gigantic statue of a nude woman, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned to be dazzled by Senator Veneer's famous, toothsome grin.
"Hello, Cassandra, need a refill?" he said, offering a champagne bottle.
"Don't mind if I do, Mark, dear," I trilled, batting my lashes at him.
He didn't get the irony, but he WAS getting a hard-on which had begun to tent the front of his neat, corduroy trousers alarmingly.
He began to move in on me until our faces nearly touched. I innocently awaited his next move, quite willing to follow any impulse he might have.
"Uh, listen, how'd you like to retire somewhere a little more private?" he asked, a shaky quiver in his voice revealing the intense excitement he was feeling.
"Why, Mark, I thought you'd never ask!" I cried, linking my arm through his.
The handsome Senator led me across the buzzing room and out into the hall. We came to a door which he opened and began to usher me inside, when we both discovered that we were not alone.
Sweet Ida was perched on all fours on the floor, poking her little white ass in the air and screeching like a banshee as my own tuxedoed black hubby, with his pants bunched about his ankles, sodomized her with great gusto!
Mark grinned at me and said softly, "Well, it seems as though our spouses have beaten us to it! Come along, we'll find someplace else."
We passed through a swinging door and found ourselves in a large kitchen. Mark was about to lead me out through another door when I stopped and said in as sultry a voice as I could command, "Oh, Mark darling, why not here? I've never, ever fucked in a kitchen before!"
The Senator stared at me with his smoldering hazel eyes and licked his lips nervously. He grabbed a chair and propped it against one door, and did the same with the other, to guarantee our privacy.
Then, he reached over behind the fridge and flicked a switch. From concealed speakers, my voice came blasting, singing the first verse of "Man Eater." Mark shuddered as the music pulsed through his cream-colored pullover sweater and into his salacious body.
Mark was about fifty-two, but in incredible shape, as I mentioned before. He had been a foot-ball player in college, and the build hadn't changed all that much in the interim. He now played tennis several times a week and swam laps in the huge pool on his estate. I found him quite a hunk.
With a little cooing sound, I swished up to him and through my arms around the tall guy's neck, lifting my pouting, crimson lips to be kissed. Mark obliged with alacrity, and I gave a muffled squeal of delight as his hard mouth crushed against my own and his thick, swarming tongue pried apart my teeth, squirming inside and swabbing up my saliva.
His hands ran up and down the front of my dress, cupping and kneading my protruding tits through the clinging material. He uttered a savage moan of lubricity into my mouth, grabbing my ass in a viselike grip and pulling our groins tightly together. Even through the combined material of our clothing, I could feel the long pulsating stem of his sex organ pressed against his thigh.
Mark slipped a hand up my long smooth back until he found the zipper to my slinky dress. Still kissing me, he slowly drew it down while his other hand slid inside and caressed my satiny smooth flesh.
He stood back, breathing hard, his eyes burning with salacious fires. Then, he eased the dress over my shoulders and exposed the resilient, jiggling orbs of my sizeable jugs.
I aided him by wriggling my hips, working the gown down about my ankles and kicking it off, so that all I had on was a pair of high heeled shoes and some earrings.
Mark gave a soft groan of pleasure as he feasted on the sight of my voluptuous naked body glimmering in the fluorescent kitchen lights, and then drew me hard against him again, smothering my face and throat with hot wet kisses.
Shudders of excitement rushed through my as his warm, hard mouth traveled to the deep crack of my cleavage and slowly made its way over the wobbling, tingling hill of my right breast. His tongue snaked over the large red-brown halo of my areola, flicking the sensitized nib which tightened and began to swell and jut out like a little finger.
I moaned in delight as he eagerly sucked the throbbing nipple into his mouth, gently squeezing it between his teeth and titillating the tip with his squirming tongue.
Then he moved on to my other breast and worked it over with his mouth while his free hand continued to knead and caress the first tit.
A quivering heat had began to travel through my loins, and my sex-starved cunny began to shudder and grow hot and wet.
As if sensing this, Mark continued to slurp and suck on my boobs while he let one hand slide down my tummy and over the soft, golden-haired thatch covering my mons. He drew his well-manicured middle finger up and down the slick slit, and then worked it in between the delicate petals of my vulva. I whimpered in delight as he began to finger-fuck me, thrusting the joint up to the second knuckle in my piping hot tunnel. Quickly, he worked a second finger, then a third, inside, and began to pump his hand against my sopping, shuddering cunt, his fingers squelching in and out.
Uttering a lascivious cry of passion, Mark rose to his feet, shivering with lust, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking on them, savoring the juices he had elicited from my bower of bliss.
I mewled in delight and dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands expertly seeking out his fly. I undid his belt and drew down the zipper, fishing inside his trousers until my warm fingers made contact with the rigid, steely shaft of his restrained cock.
As I pulled it out, Mark gasped in delight, his rugged six foot frame shuddering in anticipation.
I cooed in satisfaction as the red-knobbed seven inches of fat, rigid man-meat sprang to attention, a pearly drop of pre-come oozing from the puckered glans. I pulled out his big hairy balls and squeezed them gently, running my fingers over the wrinkly sac and tickling the egg-sized nuggets inside. Then, I drew my fingers gently up and down the shaft of his corrugated organ, my cuticles feathering across the shuddering tumescence, sending spasms of erotic delight through Mark's body.
Finally, I thrust out my pink tongue and tasted the oozing liquid which wobbled on the tip of his organ, swirling my tongue luxuriantly over the spongy surface of his cockhead. I clamped my puckered lips around the side of his manhood and moved slowly up and down, sucking and licking every inch of his pecker till it was thoroughly imbued with my saliva.
Then I swished my tongue around the base of his prick and moved down to the balls, flailing them with my tongue and sucking each one into my mouth while I laved his scrotum.
Mark was going bananas! He pumped his hips spasmodically against my face, running his hands through my long golden hair and moaning and whispering almost incoherent words of encouragement.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Do it! Make it all wet and warm!" he groaned in delight.
I made my way back up the shaft and ensconced the head between my lips, taking a deep breath and then plunging down on his erection until it was imbedded in my gulping gullet. I began to bob up and down, my mouth engorged on his meatiness, slurping and sucking as I deep-throated him, my fingers working in and out of my sopping cunt. I hummed and trilled deep in my throat, the vibrating sounds coursing through his throbbing cockmeat like electric shocks.
"SUCK IT!" he howled in a frenzy of lust, "SUCK THAT FUCKING COCK, BITCH! EAT MY MEAT, YOU DEGENERATE HUSSY!"
His howls of passion were practically drowned by the recording of my voice which continued to blast through the kitchen.
Mark dropped his hands to my head and caught it in a tight grip, hunching his pelvis forward and grunting as he fed me his prick again and again. Soon he was fucking my mouth vigorously, his fat, wet balls smacking against my chin, his wiry pepper-and-salt pubes scratching my upturned nose.
I had drawn his trousers down about his ankles and was running my hands over the hard hairy curves of his buttocks and up and down the tense, muscular backs of his calves as he frantically fucked my face. I was having trouble not gagging he was feeding me his meat so fast and hard, but boy was I getting off on it! I sucked at that prong like I'd never sucked on cockmeat before.
Mark appreciated my expertise as a cock-sucker, all right. In just a couple of minutes, he had reached the point of no return.
Gnashing his teeth and gasping with bestial pleasure, he stroked into my mouth as fast as he could, his hard pelvis jouncing against my teeth as he fed me his pecker with brutal abandon.
"SHIT, CASSIE BABY, I'M GONNA SHOOT MY SPUNK IN YOUR MOUTH! T-TAKE IT!" he roared, burying himself to the hilt one last time in my silky, warm oral orifice.
I felt the base of his rod quiver as his orgasm began, and fairly gagged on the thick, generous load that catapulted against the back of my throat and continued to spurt and spurt from the tip of his shuddering sex tool.
I downed every drop of the celebrity sperm, slurping greedily and tickling his jerking scrotum with my fingers.
Gradually, he relaxed his grip on my head and eased out of my mouth. His prick slapped up smartly against his belly, still rock-hard. Our conservative senator from New England was proving that he was Ail-American in stamina as well as in other areas.
He stared down at me, breathing hard, his face flushed with unabashed passion.
"Cassie," he murmured, tracing my cheeks with the thumbs of his hands, "Cassie baby! How I've longed for this moment!"
He reached down and lifted me to my feet, gently leading me over to the kitchen table on which rested a large crystal punch bowl full of spiked punch. Then, he caught me around the waist and picked me up, planting my buns squarely on top of the cool surface of the table, with my legs dangling over the sides.
Stepping back, he undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and stripped with a speed which was quite extraordinary. In just a few minutes, he stood in front of me, naked as the day he was born, and I stared appreciatively at the delectable well-preserved body of the politician.
His skin was bronzed a golden brown by hours of sun-bathing and regular holiday trips to Tahiti, where he had a residence. He obviously wore extremely skimpy bikini bottoms when he sunbathed, because his tan line was very thin, and that was quite a turn-on. His rugged, muscular torso was generously encrusted with curly hair more salt than pepper in color, swirling around his crotch, from which extended his large, fat penis, still moist from my sucking.
He stepped closer to me and dug his fingers into my hips, spreading my legs wide apart so he could get a good look at the delectable pink jewels of my quivering vagina.
"Oh, baby, you got a fine-looking snatch," he said huskily, his cock twitching in anticipation.
Reaching down, he fisted his organ and aimed it at my gleaming, slick entryway. Leaning forward, he butted the fat head against my pulsating vulva, and braced himself for penetration.
With a shuddering sigh of pleasure, he heaved home, jabbing his saliva-slicked rod to the hilt in my convulsing, grasping silken sheath. I uttered a low cry of delight as echoes of warm, billowing ecstasy bounced through my loins, traveling through my body and setting it on fire.
As Mark began to lustily pump in and out of my cunt, I wrapped my legs eagerly around his middle and ran my hands up and down his muscular back.
"You're the hottest fuck I've ever had," he quavered, pressing his mouth against mine as he plunged his stopper again and again into my hot hole.
I began to hunch my hips frantically back and forth, impaling myself desperately on his barbed javelin as my fires raged in my loins, and the kerosene keg of my lust grew hotter and hotter still, till it exploded in a burst of white hot heat.
"M-MARK! I'M COMING! AAAAAAHH" I whimpered, scratching his back with my claw like nails and flattening my tits against his hard chest.
My succulent glove-like tunnel clamped and pulled at his sluicing salami as my boiling secretions began to flow uncontrollably and I was wracked again and again my intense multiple orgasms.
I screeched and groaned in lascivious delight, my body wriggling like a frantic eel in his tight grip.
My violent reaction to his screwing really set the silver-tongued politician off. He began stroking into me with bone-rattling force, leaning his long, sinewy frame, into mine, his big hands tightly gripping my plump white buttocks.
His breath came quick and hard and I could feel the vibrations shooting along the rigid shaft of his dong as he approached another mind-blowing orgasm. He was pounding into me so hard that I could hardly catch my breath and the whole table jiggled and shook. Suddenly, the large punchbowl (which must have been worth a small fortune) tipped over and fell with a resounding crash to the floor.
At that very instant, Mark skewered my middle with his red-hot poker and threw back his head, uttering a Tarzan-like yodel of enthusiastic ecstasy as he spurted creamy gushes of sizzling semen into my cock-bloated womb.
We had to be very careful not to step on slivers of glass as we collected our shoes and clothes and got ourselves together again.. .
CHAPTER SIX
The conservative Senator really had a "thing" for me. He panted after me through the rest of my stay at the Capital and jetted to the West Coast to see me numerous times during the next few weeks.
I wasn't political or anything, but I knew that Republicans were sort of icons for everything about U.S. society that I abhorred, so I was both put off and rather amused by the ardor of Mark Veneer's attentions. So obsessed with me did he become that he took risks he would never have taken in another situation, and the two of us began to get linked in the press.
Since a lot of the press is pretty tightly controlled by the conservative element, the rumors were generally scoffed at as "just that." But when Ida Veneer sued for a divorce and named me as the adulterous party who had "spoiled" her ideal marriage, the shit hit the fan.
Mark meekly retreated to the security of Washington and managed to patch up things with Ida and, though his image was slightly bruised, remained a popular public figure who had no trouble retaining his seat in the next election. He did manage to sneak me over to his place in Tahiti one week-end I couldn't refuse a free trip to Tahiti, now could I??
But after that, things cooled off and I stopped hearing from him. Then, the bribery scandal arose and he had to quit, and that time, Ida really did go through with the divorce. Poor dear.
My own marriage, not much of a "marriage" in the first place, was sort of "on the rocks" by this time. I was finding that I couldn't handle the drugs in the quantities I'd been taking them. I was freaking out, and after one really bad trip, I realized that if I wasn't careful, I'd either O.D. or go off the deep end.
Harry was no help. He wasn't about to cut back on the lifestyle he'd had for so many years, and he could handle it, apparently. So when I started seeing Mark Veneer as a big practical joke which got a little more serious than I anticipated, Harry and I kind of drifted apart.
Harry started seriously dating this Japanese chick named Mineko who did some pretty nifty paintings that were all the rage in San Francisco for a few years. I thought that was cool, but, for my own peace of mind, and because I realized (with the prompting of a shrewd manager) that to remain married after the romance had ended could lead to a court battle for palimony if things got ugly, I asked Harry for "my freedom."
When those divorce papers came in the mail, I felt strangely elated. Shit, I'm just not the marrying kind. I like to do what I want, when I want it, with the people I want to do it with, no strings, no hang-ups. And that piece of paper, put all kinds of pressure and restrictions on you, even if it was as open a marriage as the one Harry and I had.
I swore that never again would I get "hooked," no matter how special a guy came along. And so far, I've kept that promise one of the few promises to myself I've kept.
Harry stayed on in the band, and we got along real well. Even fucked occasionally. Mineko turned out to be a pretty good influence, got him to cut back on the drugs and stop being so wild. But they broke up not long after that, and a couple of months later, Harry quit and disappeared from sight. I heard he was making a comeback in New York a couple of years ago, but that's all I heard. I guess he never made that comeback.. .
I was "on the wagon" for a few months, drug-wise, that is. Smoked grass, of course how do people who DON'T smoke grass keep from going nuts? But I was off the hard stuff. I've fallen back into it since then, but I'll get myself together soon.. .
The next year I won a Grammy, which was fun, and was asked by a big movie studio to write and record a theme song for the season's most anticipated film, IN THE CLOUDS. The single I cut of the theme song sold more money than any other single I've ever made, and I ended up getting an Oscar nomination for it.
But the best part about the whole thing was getting onto a movie set and watching them put the thing together.
Like all kids, I'd been starry-eyed about Hollywood as I was growing up, ogling and swooning over William Holden, Tab Hunter, Guy Madison and Clint Walker. Wishing I was Lana Turner or Marilyn Monroe.
So, it was a blast working on the film. I did the song before production had even begun on the movie, so it was nice of the producer to let me come and go on the set as I pleased. I just hung around like a fan and watched with big eyes as the movie machinery went to work.
Not the least of the attraction I had for coming on the set was the star of IN THE CLOUDS, Todd Saunders. Talk about heartthrobs! Todd was, is and always will be the dreamiest dude who ever strode across the silver screen in cowboy boots and chaps. Clint Eastwood, eat your heart out. Todd Saunders was the greatest.
I wasn't the only person who thought so, of course. He'd been the number one box-office honcho for three years running, and his last three flicks had been gold mines for everyone concerned. Who cared if Todd could act or not except the critics? Millions of girls across this great country spread their legs and closed their eye and mustered images of Todd Saunders while their unsuspecting boyfriends humped away.
When I first met Todd on the set, what knocked me out most was the fact that he looked every bit as good in person as he did on the screen. I had prepared myself for a terrific disappointment suppose he was four feet tall and had halitosis?
But he was beautiful. Six-foot-three of rugged muscle, perfectly distributed over his terrific frame. His close-cropped dark blond hair framed an arrogantly handsome face, with squinting sea-blue eyes and a firm-lipped mouth that could curve into a melting smile or a chilling snarl in a moment.
I must have behaved like a starry-eyed schoolgirl that first time. I have no recollection of saying anything at all, just staring and shivering. What I didn't know was that Todd was just as excited about meeting me as I was about seeing him in the flesh. Apparently, he was a great fan of mine, something I wish I'd found out a lot sooner!
One of Todd's weaknesses was women in the limelight. He had a reputation as as a notorious womanizer, which did nothing to hurt his box-office appeal, and was known as this generation's Errol Flynn. He had been quoted as bragging about getting into the pants of more Oscar-winning actresses than anyone else around, and it was true that three of the last ladies he had escorted on a regular basis had been recent recipients of the gold trophy just months or weeks before Todd strode into their lives.
Well, Todd and I got along fine, but each was a bit intimidated by the other's celebrity, so we were just "chatting buddies" for the first few weeks of filming. It's also kind of difficult striking up a friendship on a movie set which is in constant, chaotic disorder. IN THE CLOUDS was an action, spy film a la James Bond, and there were lots of staged stunts and things, most of which Todd insisted upon doing himself, much to the consternation of the studio brass.
One day, after filming was completed on the flick, I got a call from the studio asking if I'd like to attend a private screening of IN THE CLOUDS that afternoon. It was a very flattering gesture, since the only others invited were Todd himself, a couple of the co-starring performers, the producers, the director and the writer.
We all spread out in the huge air-conditioned theater and watched the cut of the film. To my surprise and delight, Todd eschewed sitting with the studio brass and instead opted to sit next to me near the back of the darkened theater.
Blushing like a schoolgirl, I tried to act casual and watch the movie. I was wearing a very skimpy miniskirt, because it was summer time and quite hot. It ended just below my thighs, and when I was sitting down, the delectable sight of my black panties was almost unavoidable, unless I crossed my legs.
Todd was wearing snugly fitting jeans which bulged hugely at the crotch, and an open-necked cowboy shirt, revealing his tanned chest and a few twists of curly reddish brown hair. He spread his long legs wide so that his knee brushed against mine, and he casually slung an arm around the back of my seat.
Talk about a second adolescence! I was so nervous my palms were sweaty and I could hardly breath! Here I was, sitting in a theater next to none other than Todd Saunders himself!! It was wild!
As the film progressed, I noticed that Todd seemed to be increasing the pressure of his leg against mine, and tentatively, I returned the pressure, my heart thumping like a sledge hammer. I nearly jumped a mile when his warm, huge hand closed upon my knee. He began to move his hand slowly up the inside of my leg, caressing the flesh delicately, tickling it with his cuticles. Darts of searing desire pierced my quaking loins, which grew sticky and warm in excitement.
At that moment, the first erotic scene in the movie began to unfold. In it, Todd, as an American agent, seduces and screws a blonde Swedish woman thought to be a member of the KGB. It is an incredibly hot scene, and watching it while Todd himself was feeling me up was just too much!
I uttered a mewl of ragged joy as his fingers grazed across the gauzy material of my black undies. Expertly, he hooked his fingers in the panties and with a sudden jerk, ripped them clean off of me!
His fingers continued to probe and inspect the pouty mound, combing through the sleek golden pubes, titillating the lips of my clam-like vagina and prying them apart. He tickled the throbbing clitoris until my hips began to undulate in uncontrollable fits of lubricity. Then, he worked three fingers to the second knuckle inside my blazing, oozing cock-sheath.
I heard the handsome film star sigh in contentment as he drew his fingers in and out of my satiny interior, reveling in the sensation of my clasping tunnel pulling and slickly gliding over his probing digits.
Without a word, the tall lanky blond dropped to his knees on the floor, inching his way between my thighs, and lowered his famous face between my legs.
I nearly shrieked in ecstatic joy as I felt his hot breath spray through my golden pubes. My body jackknifed as his tongue shot out and swished over my quaking mons veneris, sending electric shocks of intense delight coursing through my sex-crazed body. He moaned huskily into my bush, trilling my clitoris with his lips, running his thumbs across the slick flesh of my outer vagina, pulling the flaps apart so his mouth could really get in there and swab me out.
I don't know if Todd was the best damn box eater I've ever come across or if I was just so turned on by having my pussy sucked by the sexiest man in Hollywood that it FELT as if he was the best damn box eater I'd ever come across! Still, it was dynamite!
On the screen, discreet shadows and gauzy, post-card blurry cinematography rendered one of the hottest sex scenes in film history tame enough to maintain an R rating. In it, Todd was hungrily kissing this gorgeous blonde girl's luscious mouth while he was obviously humping her as hard as he could, though the scene was shot so we only saw the mating couple from the waist up.
The actress, Mala Grosborg, a Swedish bombshell import, had been hot and heavy with Todd at the time of the filming, which was quite evident in the scene. Todd later told me a little known secret about the film the sex scenes weren't simulated at all. Though Mala had insisted on a closed set for the scenes, she had agreed to really get fucked in them, and Todd had obliging complied with this attempt at maintaining a realistic quality to the scenes. (All talk later on about a "female double" being used in the sex scenes was pure studio hogwash.)
I clutched the short blond hair of Todd's head as he dipped and slurped with gusto between my outstretched thighs. His hands moved up the front of my body and quickly unbuttoned my blouse, freeing my billowing, taut-nippled bosoms.
He clasped the jello-like orbs of flesh between his strong fingers, crushing them and twisting them with bestial excitement. I moaned in mingled pain and pleasure as he tweaked the nibs between his forefingers and thumbs.
Suddenly, Todd rose to a crouching position and quickly unbuckled his belt and shucked his trousers down about his ankles. Then he sat down his seat, spreading his legs wide, and let me see his bull-like set of sex organs.
My eyes widened in pleasure when I saw that Todd more than measured up to the fantasy image women across the country had concocted of him as a veritable sex machine with outrageously oversized organs.. .
From a flaming bush of reddish brown emerged his rock-hard prong, stabbing the air like the head of an impatient stallion. His cock was a full ten inches long and fat as a man's wrist. Beneath this impressive ramrod swung a pair of gigantic orange-sized testicles, bloated with spunk and hot for sex.
Todd slid a big hand around the back of my neck and drew me to him. Leaning down, he crushed his mouth to mine, smearing my face with my own lubrications, forcing his tongue deep inside my gaping oral orifice.
Then, he gently but firmly pushed my head down between his outstretched legs. I inhaled the delectable fragrance of his musky manhood, a shudder of delight running through me as I parted my lips and greedily ensconced the bulbous, mushroom-shaped head with them, flicking the corona with my hot wet tongue and drawing it up and down the long corrugated shaft.
Todd groaned in pleasure, bucking his hips lustily back and forth as he grabbed a hank of my blonde hair and brutally pushed my face down on his lap.
"Suck that dick, Cassie baby, suck it GOOD!" he hissed hotly.
There was a terrific gun battle going on on the screen with lots of machine gun fire and explosions and daring stunts done by the hero. But Todd and I were creating our own fireworks in the back of the darkened theater.
I slurped noisily at the huge, thick joint which engorged my widely-stretched lips and butted against the back of my mouth. Grabbing me hard, Todd thrust mightily forward, impaling my throat on all ten inches of his mighty spear.
I gagged and grunted as the thick slab of meat stuffed me to the brim and my lips were crushed against his pungent pubic bush. Todd began to pump in and out of my mouth hard, slapping my face against his bouncing balls. I continued to suck greedily, practically swooning as the taste and odor of the biggest male sex symbol in America flushed through me like an aphrodisiac.
Todd suddenly drew me off of his prick, which flopped up against his belly glistening with my spittle.
"Whoa, honey, I don't want to come yet!" he said huskily, slipping his hands under my arms and lifting me up.
He again crushed his face to mine, kissing me greedily and holding me tightly against him. I felt his long, heavy organ slide wetly across my tummy, and his hands slid over my back and down over my supple ass cheeks, which he squeezed and caressed.
"Turn around, babe," he whispered hotly, "I don't want you to miss this scene!"
I swiveled around so I was perched on his knees facing the screen. Spreading his thighs wide, Todd drew my legs apart and I shuddered as his hand slid between my quivering ass cheeks and down across the sopping lips of my wide-open muff.
Grunting with satisfaction, Todd grabbed hold of my waist and lifted me gently, positioning me directly above his stabbing ten-inch tool. I felt the fat mushroom head punch against the slick opening of my cunt, and I was wide open for him shit, was I ever ready for that white-hot slab of celebrity beef.
I almost screamed in delirious excitement as the long, rigid prong sliced slowly up inside of me until I nestled, trembling, with my buttocks pressed tightly against Todd's muscled thighs.
"MMMMMMM!" Todd whispered huskily into my ear, "You're nice and tight up there, Cassie honey! Tight as a glove and slick as they come!"
He oscillated his jerking joint deep inside my womb, swiveling his hips lasciviously as I moaned and shuddered, completely impaled on his ten inch wonder.
Todd's big hands flew over the front of my body, stroking the soft flesh of my belly, cupping and squeezing the thrusting lobes of my boobs. Hanging onto my tits, he began to pump his hips backwards and forwards, jabbing his pecker in and out of my honeyed recesses.
He would draw back until the bloated head of his dick was all that remained inside me, and then he would lunge forward, pulling me down by the breasts, stuffing me to the brim again with his massive cudgel.
I was clutching the back of the seat in front of me until my knuckles turned white, impassioned gasps and cries of prurience flying from my helpless throat. On the screen, I was dimly aware of Todd and Mala in another sexy clench, this time on a beach in a scene suspiciously similar to the one in FROM HERE TO ETERNITY between Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr, only this time, the couple was naked. Leaning forward, Todd whispered in my ear, "You like that big cock stuffed up your slut-slit, huh, Cassie baby? I bet you've been dreaming about getting fucked by me, huh?"
Gasping, I nodded my head in idiotic affirmation of his guttural question. He continued to knead my tits and stroke in and out of me, despite our cramped posture and the necessity of remaining relatively quiet.
After a while, Todd slowed down the tempo of his thrusts and said softly, "Come on, honey. Let's scram this joint and head over to my dressing room. I know a short-cut, so forget the clothes. We'll sneak back in before the film's over!"
He carefully eased his monstrous organ out of my throbbing, fiery middle, and clasping me by the hand, the two of us crept stealthily across the back of the theater to a side exit. As we passed through the doors, I saw to my surprise that we were in a deserted back alleyway, strewn with garbage cans and trash.
Todd raised his finger to his lips and led me tiptoeing across the alley till we were below a small shuttered window. Reaching up, Todd pulled it open and heaved his long athletic frame up and into the room. Then, leaning out, he caught my hand and easily hefted me into the room after him.
I found myself in a modest little dressing room with a cot, a make-up table and an adjoining bathroom.
"This isn't really my dressing room," Todd said apologetically, "But I like to use it for, uh, emergencies."
He grinned mischievously at me, his prick sticking out in front of him like a flag-pole. I burst out laughing, because it really WAS a funny situation! Todd was garbed in a shirt with no pants and only a pair of socks on his feet, while I was stark naked!
Todd quickly threw off his shirt and I stared in frank admiration at his broad, muscular chest, tremors of renewed excitement kindling deep in my loins.
The famed movie star strode over to me and grabbed me in his arms in a real, honest-to-goodness silver screen embrace, clamping his lips to mine and kissing me so hard our lips should rightfully have seared together. Then, he lifted me in his arms and carried me to the bed, laying me gently on my back upon it.
He climbed on top of me, levering himself above my outstretched, yearning body and slowly lowering his muscular physique upon me. , I gasped in pleasure as his hot, slippery cockhead smoothly parted the lips of my pussy and slid slowly inside. Gently, he sank inch after steaming inch of rigid meatiness into my sheath-like interior and began to pump his hips back and forth.
"OH, FUCK ME, TODD! FUCK ME! H-HARDER! Y-YES!! " I screamed in abandon, raking my catlike nails across his broad, rugged back as his massive frame bucked and churned on top of mine.
Savage grunts of prurience burst from between his clenched teeth as he slammed vigorously into me. The cot creaked and bounced noisily as Todd gyrated his hips, humping me so hard and fast, I felt my insides turn to butter. As my loins spasmed with the beginning of a white hot climax, I dug my teeth into his shoulder and stifled a piercing scream which would have rocked the studio.
Sparks and rockets went off behind my eyes (just like in the movies; ever see TO CATCH A THIEF?) as I came gloriously, and kept right on coming. Each time he gorged my clutching cuntal maw with his gargantuan member, my pleasure seemed to double until I was riding on a continuous wave of sheer, mindless bliss.
"Oh, YEAH, baby, YEAH! DO IT!" Todd roared throatily, digging his big hands into my jiggling boobs as he rammed his mauler into me as hard as he could.
I felt the prick slam up against my cervix and balloon hugely as it filled with the jism that hurtled up the tubes from his lusty balls.
"Oh, FUCK, oh YEAH! AAAAAAAH!" he gasped, shuddering.
Great blasts of boiling liquid spewed from his jerking appendage deep into my womb, squirting me full of his healthy, virile seed. I continued to jerk my hips backward and forward, milking every last drop of his precious semen from his huge balls, running my hands over his broad sweaty back.. .
Giggling like kids, we scrambled into the shower and quickly washed off, and then shimmied out of the window, creeping back into the exit and into the theater. We had just managed to adjust our clothes when the final credits came up and a smattering of applause filled the room as the lights came up, and someone called for Todd to make a speech, which he managed to do, despite his rather disheveled appearance. I'm sure more than one person wondered why Todd and I both had wet hair at the end of the film showing.. .
CHAPTER SEVEN
That was the beginning of a brief but memorable romance with Todd Saunders, which lasted for about three months. He was like a little boy who got very excited over a new toy (in this case, me) for the first few weeks, losing interest when another toy came into sight.
I must admit that when we parted, under amicable terms, I was pretty hurt, secretly, though I would never admit it to him, or even, at the time, to myself. We had started off the relationship with a pledge that there was no commitments, no strings just fun, involved. It's too bad one's maxims for life never really work exactly the way one plans. Emotions are a funny thing. You can talk and philosophize about them for hours, but that doesn't mean a damn thing when you're really experiencing them and they start to make you do and feel things you'd rather not do or feel.. .
I went into a pretty deep depression after that, and things weren't going too hot for me in the professional area either. My latest record hadn't done very well not the IN THE CLOUDS album, which was a smash, but the one after that. And I had no heart for my next concert tour, which was in the planning stages.
I started hanging out with the old crazy San Francisco crowd again, doing drugs heavily, and finally, ending up getting carted away to a "sanatorium" for a "rest" as they call it in genteel society. In plain English, I cracked up and had to be put away until I could collect the pieces again.
But I'm a tough bird and I got through that mess with flying colors, and in a few months, I was back on my feet. I moved to New York and bought a really nice loft in the Village, on
Canal Street, near Chinatown. I sort of mellowed my act, which might have been a mistake. I shelved all big plans for my national and international tour, and started appearing in small clubs in the City, as simply "Cassie." My shows were always crowded, but it was obvious the listeners weren't the same anymore. They were appreciative and responsive, but I was being viewed as a sort of relic.
When you're under thirty and people start treating you as a has-been, it kind of fucks your mind up, if you know what I mean.
I met a lot of nice people in the Big Apple. Things are more laid back there than in L.A., where there's such a bunch of hypocritical distinctions made between various clich's and types of people. In New York, the rich and poor seemed to mix, and there was always a great variety of types of people hanging out in the Village.
I slept around a lot and did some drugs, but nothing heavy. I also went to a LOT of parties. Really chi-chi parties, with people like Gloria Vanderbilt and Calvin Klein, though I never really got to know them, except in passing.
I fucked around briefly with a baseball giant, an Italian stud who was great in bed, but who wanted a little housewife who stayed in kitchen and in bed. I could have gone for him if he wasn't so damn middleclass that way.
Then I started to dabble in more cerebral types, screwing with a whole passel of artists and photographers and show people. Trouble with that was it usually turned out that the guys were gay and just fucked around with chicks who were famous, for the unique experience, as it were.. .
So I was getting bored, and lonely. I was still dead set against marriage, but at that point, I needed some guy in my life to help me get things together emotionally. I didn't find anyone for a while, a long while, but some pretty bizarre and exciting things happened along the way.
The first was with Ted Steddington III. He was the "In" writer that season. His best-selling novel, A QUEST FOR MYSTICISM, had just garnered the Pulitzer prize, and he had written the screenplay for a film which went on to win seven Academy Awards, including a writing Oscar for Mr. Steddington.
I saw him casually. at a couple of chi-chi parties, and then, ran in to Ted unexpectedly while taking in the sun at Fire Island.
A couple I knew, the Boskowicks, owned a lovely beach cottage in the Pines, and frequently invited me to Fire Island for the weekends that summer, an invitation I rarely turned down. There was nothing quite so delicious as lying in the sun and swimming in that cool, swirling ocean.. .
As I lay on my back this particular Saturday, sunglasses shading my eyes from the brilliant rays, I felt someone plop down beside me and a familiar, but for the moment, unrecognized voice spoke.
"Hey, it's Cassie Smith, isn't it?"
I sat up on my elbow, pulling my glasses up on my forehead and squinting into the very handsome face of a man of about forty. He had iron-gray hair and coal-black eyes that seemed to burn right into my core as they flitted over my scantily clad body. I was wearing a bikini which used barely any material at all, just covering my nipples and puffy mons. My lithe, tanned body glistening with suntan lotion, and my blonde hair streamed out on the sand like liquid mouth-watering sight, and the man was obviously very attracted by me.
I didn't immediately recognize him, and, except for the fact that his voice sounded quite familiar, I might have dismissed him as a horny fan who had spotted a celebrity and decided to get friendly.
"Don't recognize me without the cashmere sweater, eh?" he said, laughing softly as he plopped down on the sand beside me.
My eyes lit up suddenly; that laugh had rung a bell.
"Oh, Ted! Ted Steddington!" I gasped, "I'm so sorry, in this glare from the sun.. . "
"No need to apologize, honey," he waved off my protests, reclining easily next to me, and starting a pleasant conversation.
I couldn't get over how attractive he was up close. He was wearing a pair of swimmer trunks which hugged his ample crotch, clearly outlining the bulging head of his prick. His body was lean and well put together, darkly tanned and covered with graying hair.
We chatted for a while, and then he said, "How about a dip? This is the best time of the day to take a swim when the sun's at its hottest."
I agreed and we dashed into the surf, plunging into the deliciously cool waters and letting them envelope our nubile bodies.
As I rose from beneath the surface of the water, laughing breathlessly, I saw a familiar gleam in Ted's mocking black eyes. Oh, boy, I said to myself, if this isn't a come-on, my name ain't Cassandra Smith!
Sure enough, as I tread water beside him, I felt one of Steddington's hands slid over my slippery thigh and onto my buttocks, which he squeezed and caressed lightly.
I flashed him my most voluptuous smile and reached under water, feathering my fingers across the throbbing length of his shaft which by now had lifted the elastic of his swim trunks and thrust two or three inches into the water.
I fished out his cock and balls, tickling and stroking them with my hands as Ted wordlessly, busily played with my ass-cheeks and then with my tits. He freed my bobbling breasts and uttered a soft moan of delight as he flicked his fingers over the rivet-like, turreting nipples which grew throbbingly erect in a matter of seconds.
I quivered with anticipatory delight as his hand worked its way down the front of my bikini bottoms and cupped the soft, quaking mound of my mons veneris.
He shoved two fingers up inside and began to wriggle them around, playing with my pussy as he jerked his penis back and forward between my hands.
"Tell me something, Cassie," he said huskily, "is that story about you and your ex-husband making it in front of an audience in Georgia the truth?"
I laughed and said, "Wrong state, but the story's pretty much true. Lots of exaggerations, of course. All I did was suck on his prick for a while."
Ted shuddered in delight, and said throatily, "I wish you'd suck on MY dick for a while!"
I was happy to oblige. Taking a deep breath, I plunged suddenly beneath the water and maneuvered Steddington's rigid meat into my mouth. I sucked and laved at it as best I could, staying underwater as long as my lungs held out. The writer's balls jerked and spasmed in response to my fluttering mouth motions, and when I rose to the surface for a gasp of fresh air, Ted's face was flushed with unabashed lascivious rapture.
"Listen, sweetheart," he said, stroking my tits with the backs of his hands, "How about coming over to my place for a little party this evening? I've got some terrific grass, and we can just fuck around till dawn. Sound good?"
"Sounds fine!" I said, and then, noticing my hostess waving from the shore, "Well, there's one of my friends calling me, Ted. So I'll see you tonight. What time and where's your cottage?"
He told me, watching with admiration as I walked away from him out of the water, my skimpy suit clinging like strands of seaweed to my sultry, curvaceous form.
At six-thirty sharp, I knocked on his door, and he answered it immediately, sticking a cocktail in my face and ushering me inside. A record with African tribal music was playing, and I was a little surprised to see that there was another woman present.
"Cassie, let me present my secretary, Ruta Borrsley. Ruta, Cassandra Smith," Ted said, making the introductions.
Ruta was a very sexy lady. She could have been a runner-up in a Marilyn Monroe look-alike contest. She had a short wavy brush of platinum blonde hair, and sultry, pouting features; huge blue eyes and full, crimson lips. She was wearing a clinging dress with a deep cleavage, and her bust more than rivaled my own. I mean, this woman had knockers that made her top heavy! And they weren't droopy or fatty, either. They stuck straight out like full, ripe melons, lifting and falling sensuously as she breathed.
Ruta, Ted and I sat down on a sofa and chatted for a while. Then, Ted got out a few joints and we lit one up, passing it around. He was right it WAS damn good grass, and right away, the room swam and glowed with a druggie luster before my eyes.
Before I knew it, Ted's hand was sliding over my leg and under the hem of my dress, and I let my legs glide easily apart, allowing him access to my bower of bliss, which I had deliberately left uncovered by panties before I came.
Ted's fingers slithered over my throbbing slit, forcing their way between the pink halves of my vaginal lips and burrowing into the succulent canal.
I moaned and pressed back against his hand, noticing suddenly that he was doing the same thing to Ruta. I could see his hand working energetically beneath her dress, and the voluptuous blonde had thrown back her head and was mewling in pleasure as he finger-fucked her.
"Ruta, darling, why don't you get undressed?" Ted asked silkily after a while.
"Sure, Teddy!" she giggled, springing to her feet.
In no time at all, the living sex doll had shimmied out of her duds and stood in splendid nudity before us. Her creamy white flesh was. voluptuously molded over the delicious curves of her sultry body. She had enormous halos around her nipples, which jutted like little fingers at the ends of her quivering breasts.
To my surprise, her cunt was completely hairless a sloping, pouting mound of deep pink with a deep slit in the middle. I learned later that Ruta never had to shave her pussy to maintain this remarkable silky hairlessness it was a family trait, she said!
"Now, your turn, Cassie," Ted said, turning to look at me with his hot black eyes.
I staggered to my feet, dizzy with grass and concupiscence, fumbling as he practically tore the dress off my back. As I stepped out of it, I saw both Ruta and Ted ogling my nubile, tanned figure with admiration.
"Nice, baby, nice," Ted murmured, stroking his rigid organ through the material of his pants, "Ruta, honey, why don't you give Cassie here a little tonguing?"
Ruta bounced over to me, her huge tits flapping in front of her like giant water balloons. She pushed her crimson lips into a puckering "O" and pressed them against my mouth. I kissed back, savoring the sweet feminine taste of her mouth as she kneaded her fingers into the resilient, bouncy flesh of my boobs.
She dropped her head to my chest and encircled each of my throbbing nibs in turn with her rosy, slurping lips, flailing them with her warm, wet tongue and making them hard and lubricious.
I moaned in delight, clutching the platinum blonde head against my tit. I saw that Ted had pulled down his pants and was stroking his cock with his big hammy hand, a look of intense lust livid on his handsome features.
"Yeah, Ruta, baby, suck those big bouncy tits! Make those nipples get nice and pointy!" Ted murmured salaciously, pumping his meat.
Ruta dropped down on her knees suddenly, uttering little mewling sounds deep in her throat. She pressed her gorgeous mug into my bush, and I gave a cry of ecstasy as her warm tongue washed across the surface of my sensitized vulva.
The statuesque blonde buried her face in my sopping pussy and she sucked and laved at it in evident rapture, running her fingers over my creamy smooth ass cheeks.
"Do it, Ruta, DO IT!" Ted gasped hoarsely, "Eat that fuckin' cunny! Swallow the bitch's love juice! Slurp that muff!"
As Ruta's jaw worked energetically, I felt the fluttering beginnings of a cataclysmic explosion deep within my loins. My head was swimming, and the sensations shooting through me as Ruta's long soft wriggling tongue swiped in and over my wide-spread vagina, and strummed my erect throbbing clitoris, were quickly driving me to the brink of orgasm.
"Oh, my GOD!" I screamed, my hips gyrating frantically as I clutched at Ruta's dipping head, "I'm COMING!! "
I threw back my head and uttered a ragged shriek of ecstasy, my hips heaving spasmodically as my copious libations spilled onto Ruta's swirling, flicking tongue. She, purred in delight, lapping up my juices as quickly as they spilled from my quivering love-tunnel.
I dropped to my knees in front of the sexy, promiscuous blonde, panting weakly and clutching at her shoulders.
"That's it, Cassie," Ted urged from the couch, "Push her down on the floor and start eating her box, too!"
The suggestion was certainly appetizing, even in my exhausted state. Ruta eased back on the floor, throwing her arms back over her head and pointing her quivering tits in the air.
I crawled over her and began to stroke and knead the incredible pillow-like texture of her knockers, squeezing until the pliant flesh oozed through my fingers. Bending down, I flicked the tip of my tongue across the pointy nipple, titillating it until Ruta was squealing with excitement and the little nubbin grew hard and long. Then I turned my attention to the other nubbin.
As I suckled her tits, I instinctively began mashing my hips against Ruta's fleshy thighs, grinding our inflamed, oozing pussies together. I felt the heat between her legs flow into my body, generating through my loins and setting my own flames raging again.
I scooted down until my face was aligned with her pink, pouting, hairless pussy, inhaling her delicate feminine fragrance. Lightly, I brushed my lips across the soft mound, stroking the tip of my tongue across it in little circular motions.
Ruta's body jerked in delight as I teased her with my tongue. I ran my hands up inside her legs and with my fingers pulled back the fleshy red folds of her vaginal petals, revealing the luscious fruit of her snatch.
Pouting my lips, I pressed them into the steamy twat, my tongue eagerly slithering into the cunt and laving the silken tunnel. Ruta was practically screaming with pleasure now, her hips heaving spasmodically, her fingers digging into my dipping blonde head.
Neither of us noticed when Ted got up and went to a dresser-drawer, returning with a strange device which he put down on the floor beside me. Then, he hastily stripped to the skin and got down next to us, watching greedily as I ate out his secretary's juicy snatch.
"O.K., Cassie, that's enough for the moment," he said shakily, grasping me about the throat and pulling me into a sitting position.
My face was dripping with Ruta's vaginal fluids, and my own cunt pulsated with excitement.
I stared hazily at Ted and at the object he was holding. It was a double dildo; two dildos strapped together, one pointing in each direction, and a belt between them.
"Lie back, Cassie honey, and spread your legs wide!" Ted ordered huskily.
With a little whimper, I complied, uncontrollable tremors shooting through my sex-crazed body. I felt the hard rubber tip of the seven inch phallus press against my pussy lips and uttered a screech of passion as Ted brutally shoved the dildo up to the hilt in my searing cuntal passage.
My hips undulated in spasmodic ecstasy as he worked the thick rubber dildo deep inside my throbbing furrow. Holding it firmly in place, Ted drew the straps around my middle and cinched them tightly around my back and buttocks, so that the long rubber object was securely imbedded in my quivering pussy. The other dildo stuck out from my middle as if I had miraculously sprouted a penis!
Ted stared greedily from me to Ruta, running his hand up and down the stem of his rigid dick and licking his lips with nervous excitement.
"O.K., Cassie, get on top of her and fuck that blonde bitch like a man!" he ordered in a voice husky with lust.
My heart pounded as I stared down at the spread-eagled form of the voluptuous, zoftig blonde awaiting my next move with acquiescent passivity. For the first time in my life, I experienced the feeling of power a man must feel when a woman lies, open and vulnerable, waiting for him to pierce the flower of her sex with his stiff meatiness.. .
I crouched on my knees between Ruta's legs and leaned down, prodding the fleshy opening of her pink vagina with the tip of the dildo until it lodged in the opening to the canal.
Bracing my hands on the carpet on either side of her waist, I lowered my hips, punching them forward in little jerks as I forced the long, thick rubber cock deep into Ruta's dripping chasm.
The gorgeous blonde arched her back, her big tits quivering like lobes of jelly, and uttered a piercing shriek, hooking her long lithe legs around my middle and hunching her hips lasciviously back and forth as more and more of the dildo was stuffed into her womb.
Soon, my golden pubic hairs were nestling against her naked, puffy cuntal lips and our protruding, bouncing breasts squashed against each other, the four nipples dueling as our moist flesh slipped and slid against one another.
I began to hump Ruta like a man, using my pelvis and ass to propel the fake dick deep into Ruta's glove-like orifice. I felt her respond enthusiastically to my every move, and I began to stroke into her savagely, reveling in the strange new sensation of being the dominant party in the sexual act.
Each time I slammed into Ruta, the dildo imbedded in my own cunt quivered beneath the force of my thrust, sending heated reverberations of ecstasy coursing through my sexand drug-crazed body.
Suddenly, Ted Steddington appeared directly in front of my face, his steely, corrugated cock sawing impatiently in the air, oozing with pre-come as he ran his fist up and down the red, vein-bloated stem.
Steddington had dropped to his knees in front of us, and now stuck his raging hard-on in my face, reaching down and grabbing me brutally by the hair.
"Keep on fuckin' her, Cassie," he said harshly, "And wrap those coral-pink lips of yours around my prick!"
I opened my mouth wide, and he stuffed it full with his rigid member, stretching my jaws to their utmost as I struggled to accommodate the outrageous proportions of his meaty thickness.
"Yeah, baby! Suck that cock! Milk it with those lips! Suck on it, cunt! And keep on fuckin' that horny bitch!" Ted moaned, feeding me the entire length of his ramrod again and again.
His big scumbag dangled beneath his protruding pecker, swinging just inches above Ruta's sex-contorted face.
Driven wild by ecstatic fervor, the blonde nymphomaniac lifted her platinum head and forked out her tongue, laving the wrinkly surface of his sac, slurping lasciviously at his balls. Ted groaned in delight as he felt both of our warm mouths sliding wetly over his cock and balls, sending warm flushes of rapture through his lean, muscular body.
It was a hot scene, all right'. Kinky as all get out, but hot. All three of us were stoned out of our gourds and horny as monkeys, willing to try anything for a kick.
After I had made Ted Steddington's acquaintance, so to speak, I read his book, A QUEST FOR MYSTICISM, which won him all those laurels, and discovered that it was really just a dirty book written with polish, all about a guy who kept girls chained up in his apartment and read to them from Dante while subjecting them to all sorts of cruel and unusual types of sexual humiliation. Really weird.. .
I continued to pump my rubber phallus into Ruta's middle, while the two of us sucked, licked and laved the famed author's prurient sex organs.
Ted, in turn, continued to speak to us in his husky, lustful voice, telling us exactly what to do. It was a bizarre situation, but I rode with it.
After a while, Ruta began to squirm and mewl frantically, her mouth full of Ted's big balls, her legs scissored around my middle as I sluiced into her again and again. She suddenly thrust her boobs against mine, uttering a muffled screech as her nubile, curvaceous body was wracked by orgasms. I felt her whole body shuddering in spasmodic ecstasy and her sharp-nailed fingers clawed at my buns, leaving long red marks on my tender white flesh.
As soon as Ruta came, Ted pulled away from our eager mouths, his long hard penis flapping up against his tight tummy. He was panting hard, and the gleam in his hot black eyes was brighter than ever.
"O.K., Cassie, honey, you can get off her now," he said.
As I rolled off of the still quivering Ruta, my body weak with the exertion of thrusting, Ted came up behind me and unfastened the straps, gently drawing the dildo out of my aching pussy. I shuddered as the long rubber phallus noisily squelched out of my puckered vaginal lips.
Immediately, the horny author dropped down beside me, reclining on the carpet as his hands stole restlessly over my body, caressing my full, ripe breasts, my silky waist and cool, slim belly, my creamy thighs and the moist golden-thatched bower of bliss between them.
He caught me by the hair and pulled my face against his, crushing his hard, masculine mouth against my softer, feminine one. His big thick tongue wormed its way into my mouth, tracing my gums and tasting my sweet saliva.
As he kissed me, I felt his hands steal down over my buttocks, drawing me closer to him until his long wet dong was sandwiched between our bellies, pumping back and forth rhythmically.
Dropping one hand between his legs, Ted fumbled around for a moment, fisting his organ and scraping it over my slick cuntal lips until it was wedged in place at the entry to my silken sheath.
I mewled into his hot mouth, running my hands up and down his broad muscular back as I felt him prepare to penetrate my seething loins.
Ripples of intense pleasure flooded through me as, slowly, inch by inch, he sank his mammoth mauler deep inside my honeyed recesses until it butted up against my cervix and his bushy pubes interwove with my golden thatch.
We were lying on our sides as he slowly, deliciously, fucked me, in deep, luxuriant strokes, his hands kneading and titillating my erect nipples and breasts.
I hadn't noticed that Ruta had picked up the double dildo and inserted one in her sopping orifice, fastening the straps behind her securely.
Equipped with a makeshift prick, as I had been, she scrambled around behind me and watched for a few minutes as Ted plugged my hole with his man-sized cudgel.
I felt Ruta's hands stealing around my middle and sliding over my undulating, creamy body, lightly squeezing and stroking my sensitized flesh, and I groaned in enjoyment ensconced in blissful sensations.
Then, Ruta nestled up close behind me and butted the head of the fake phallus against my small wrinkled hole. I quivered as I realized what she meant to do, an involuntary cry escaping from my sex-ravaged lips.
Ruta suddenly changed her tactics, however, and scooted down until I felt her face pressed against my shapely, marslimallow ass cheeks. She rained the dimpled tender flesh with kisses, her flowing platinum-hued tresses tickling my skin. I squealed in delight as I felt her long warm tongue sluice across the bucking melon halves, slowly working her way to the deep crevice between.
With a hum of erotic interest, Ruta buried her comely features in my pillowy ass, tickling her tongue into the hot deep crack. She dug her thumbs into my buttocks and drew them apart, exposing the puckered rosette of my dainty anus.
My body jackknifed as I felt the tip of her tongue streak across the winking, slick flesh of my anal tunnel, and I gasped in pleasure as she began to suck and slurp at it with unbridled salaciousness. Ted Steddington stared into my contorted, sex-crazed features greedily as he continued to stroke his huge log in and out of my buttery interior, setting off dozens of rippling electrical fires that coursed deliciously through my delighted loins. I was in seventh heaven!
Ruta's healthy tongue had soon pried into the searing hot bunghole, parting the tightly gripping circle of my sphincter muscle and wriggling inside. I gasped in rapture as she swabbed the tender insides of my spasming rectum, preparing it for the dildo which I knew was imminent.
I bucked back against her face, grinding my billowing buns against her cheeks, my butt hole greedily sucking and tugging at her puckered lips and probing tongue.
Ruta blew a gust of hot air on my rosebud and then squirmed up until I again felt the thick rubber nozzle of the dildo poking between my cheeks and lodging securely in the maw of my nether tunnel.
Ruta wrapped her arms around my middle, flattening her tits against my back and squeezing my own boobs with her dainty hands.
I whimpered in anticipatory rapture as I felt the tip of the dildo begin to squeeze into the impossibly tight rectum.
My anus was saturated with Ruta's saliva, and the dildo was slippery with my own love juices, having been inserted in my cunt minutes earlier, so the anal penetration was sudden and smooth.
I groaned as I felt my colon stuffed with thick rigid rubber, and then screeched as Ruta immediately began to pump her wide hips back and forth vigorously, fucking my ass like a wild animal.
The double sensation of having my quaking pussy rammed to the brim with man-meat while my other orifice was jammed full of rubber sent hot, searing explosions of sheer ecstasy bursting through my body, and I began to shriek and writhe in unbridled animal pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around Ted's sweaty back, digging my nails into his hot flesh and undulating my hips violently, impaling myself on both protruding rods.
Ted groaned in delight as my hot, sopping pussy walls clutched and squished over the heated length of his meatiness. A thin membrane of flesh was all that separated his mammoth cock from the rubber dildo slicing up my colon, and Ted could obviously feel the dildo as Ruta pumped it in and out, stimulating his organ at the same time it stimulated mine.
I threw back my head and sobbed in delirious ecstasy, gnashing my teeth and tossing my golden tresses violently from side to side as my body spasmed and shook with volcanic orgasms which reduced my insides to steaming mush.
As my love juices gushed and gushed, and both orifices sucked and spasmed uncontrollably, Ted began to stroke into me harder and faster, breathing hotly into my face, his body tense and urgent.
Suddenly, he dropped his head on my shoulder and gasped hoarsely, "Oh, YEAH!! "
I felt his tumescence swell mightily, and then my still-quivering womb was blasted by seemingly endless spurts of thick, heavy cream which bloated my middle and eventually oozed down the insides of my thighs, puddling on the carpet.
Panting as though we had just run the marathon, the three of us lay in exhausted heaps on the fuck carpet, our minds swirling, our bodies quivering with the aftermath of lovemaking.
I ended up spending the night at Ted's, and we had a rematch later that evening which was just as hot.
I saw Ted several times after that, sometimes with and sometimes without Ruta, but besides sex and drugs, we didn't have a hell of a lot in common, and his tastes were decidedly a bit more kinky than my own.
He wanted to introduce me to some S & M stuff; bondage, pain, and all that horseshit, and I just wasn't into it, so we kind of drifted apart.
But, that Saturday on Fire Island remains a vivid memory I somehow can't forget.. .
CHAPTER EIGHT
That was two years ago. Since then, my career seems to have gone kaput. The seventies is such a drag, such a letdown after the euphoric, constant high of the sixties. There aren't any causes any more, or any revolutions, or any enthusiasm among the young people. Things have become static, and numbed.
So has my life, it seems. I hung around New York for about eight months after the interlude with Ted, continued to go to a lot of parties, performed occasionally at small clubs, but mostly just bummed around.
I was preparing to cut a record at the end of that time when something came up; a full-fledged romance with all the Hollywood trimmings starry eyes, a handsome, dashing man, a cruise to the Bahamas, a hot, hot love affair. And then, a sudden and very painful break-up. I don't like to think of that time, let alone write about it. It's still too close to bear much speculation.
So, another four months drifted by as I recovered from that catastrophe, and then I ended up in San Francisco again. I hung out with the old crowd, or what was left of it. It was kind of depressing to find some of the members of my band living in virtual hovels, drug addicts and alcoholics who looked ten years older than they were.
Everyone is always saying how great I look, which is to say, how YOUNG I look. They seem to think I should be about fifty or something after all, they think, she WAS a great singer; now she's a "has-been."
Do any of those people know that I'm not even thirty? It's so ironic! How meteoric one's career is in this business. But come-backs ARE possible, especially if you're young and resilient, as I like to think I am. I've still got my voice, and that's a definite plus.
Well, going back to San Francisco was not exactly a great idea. Seeing my old pals made me depressed and got me back on hard drugs again, and liquor. There were four nightmare months during which I remember virtually nothing; just shadows and images of horror.
I was put back in the sanatorium again, and my first memory is getting a letter informing me that my Mom had died in another sanatorium of acute alcoholism. Well, that sobered me up good. I mean, Mom had hit the bottle for a long time, but I was not only drinking heavily, I had been doing drugs like there was no tomorrow. Double jeopardy, right?
So, about two months ago, I emerged like a delicate butterfly from the cocoon of the sanatorium into the great, big, frightening world again!
I went to stay with a couple of pretty normal friends in San Francisco, and then I was offered the use of a wonderful house in Sausalito with an incredible view of the water and San Francisco. It was such a wonderful spot, and I needed the rest, so I took it immediately.
Jeez, it's been so long since I've had a period of time when I've been surrounded by peace and quiet. In fact, I don't think I've
EVER been alone like this before, and it's nice. I can write songs and this memoir, I can sleep late and not comb my hair.
With San Francisco so near, however, it's impossible to resist the fascination it exudes, so, about once a week I take the ferry to the Windy City and have a ball.
And, peaceful and sedate though Sausalito may be, I have found that sensual exploits seem to follow me the world over. It's as though I give off a sexual aura which draws people to me like iron to a magnet.
The people who own the house always hired local boys to come mow the lawns and tend the garden. When they went away to Europe and left the house in my charge, they had already arranged with a boy to do the yard work, and had paid him in advance, so I wouldn't have to be bothered. (They're really terrific people.)
The third or fourth day after I had arrived here, I was sitting on the porch, sipping ice tea, taking in some sun. I was wearing a very skimpy outfit indeed a halter top that did little except cover my nipples, and bikini bottoms which weren't much more than a G-string. I must have looked pretty damned voluptuous reclining there with a book in one hand and that tall, cool glass in the other, my tits practically spilling out of the halter top.
I heard some noises and glanced up in time to see a kid taking the lawn mower out of the tool shed and revving it up. He was a hunk. I saw that immediately. But my red light went off exactly half a second later; he was also all of fourteen years old.
Adolescents who age well are difficult to find, but they're there. Some boys and girls of thirteen or fourteen or fifteen are so voluptuous and sexy that one looks at them in awe, as one looks at a great work of art something to appreciate from a distance, but don't touch.
Well, this kid was one of that type. He was tall for his age; maybe five-eleven, and very well-built. He had on a pair of cut-offs and tennis shoes, and nothing else. His lean, athletic body rippled with healthy musculature, and the hairless chest and arms were bronzed a golden tan by hours spent in the sun.
He had short blond hair burnt almost white by the California rays, and sexy bedroom eyes, a sultry gray in color. In short, he was jail bait.
In my wilder days, I would have made no bones about making a pass at him. But I was recovering from a nervous breakdown and addiction to drugs and alcohol, and I was in no mood right now to stir up any waves in Sausalito, let alone get involved with a kid literally half my age.
He mowed the lawn, whistling cheerfully, and I noticed through my sunglasses that he occasionally would cast a sideways glance at me and give a subtle, secret smile of appreciation. The kid was no dope.
After his chores were done, he sauntered up to the porch.
"Morning, ma'am," he said.
"Good morning, young man," I smiled back.
"Name's Kyle. Kyle Davis," he said, "The Lincolns hire me to take care of the yard."
"So I gathered!"
He was shuffling his feet and looking like he didn't know what to say. I noticed that he was hot and sweaty from the hard day's work.
"Well, Kyle," I said cheerfully, "Would you like a cool drink of ice tea? You look like you need it!"
He grinned and nodded, blushing, but glad of my invitation.
Soon, we were sitting in deck chairs and chatting. His eyes lighted up when I told him who I was.
"Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed, "Lena, my older sister, used to listen to your records all the time! She was nuts about you! Oh, I liked 'em, too, but I was kind of young then."
"Uh huh," I said, amused, "Way before your time, right?"
He blushed, realizing what I was getting at.
"That's not what I.. . "
"It's alright, Kyle," I reassured him, "I've been told the same thing by people a lot older than you!"
It as nice talking to someone after being alone for so long, and it was purely innocent that first day.
Kyle came by twice a week to care for the yard, but he began to just drop by to chat. I was happy to see him, so I didn't start to get wary when his visits began to occur daily.
He would bring over some albums and we'd listen to music and bullshit about it. I'd always got along pretty well with kids teenagers, that is. There's a mixture of toughness and vulnerability in them that's appealing, and though they have a lot of put-on bravado, there's something genuine and passionate about their natures, something that gets jaded as they grow up.
So, we got along famously. And, of course, one thing led to another and our platonic friendship didn't remain platonic for very long.. .
It was evening, and I was sitting in the living room, looking at the splendid view of the lights of San Francisco across the bay. The TV was on, and I think some "Burns and Allen" rerun was playing, which I was only half-watching.
There was a knock on the door. Surprised, I went to see who it was.
I had been smoking some dope, and had a nice buzz by that time, and the living room must have reeked with the sickly sweet aroma.
Anyway, I opened the door to find Kyle standing there with a six pack of Budweiser under his arm. From the looks of him, another six pack had found its way down his youthful gullet sometime in the not so distant past.
"Hey, Cassie," he said cheerfully, his handsome features a bit redder than usual, "I thought you might like some company, so I dropped by, with some supplies."
If I hadn't been pretty stoned, I might have sent him on his merry way, but the grass had mellowed me out and I WAS feeling a little lonely, so I invited him in.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking beer, Kyle?" I asked mockingly as we went into the living room.
He guffawed and opened a can, chug-a-lugging it with gusto.
Boy, what a stud he's going to be! I found myself thinking, shaking my head as I stared in amused admiration at the cocky kid who had plunked himself down beside me in front of the TV
He flashed his silly, sexy grin at me again and sniffed the air, making a comic, suspicious expression.
"Now, see here, Miss Smith," he said in an affected deep, authoritarian voice, "Is that MARIJUANA I smell? The deadly weed?"
I giggled like a girl and nodded. He stuck out his hand.
"Alright, Miss! Hand it over!"
With feigned meekness, I dropped two joints and some matches in his hand.
Kyle smacked his lips in satisfaction and lit up, and for the next forty-five minutes we smoked like chimneys and downed the six pack of beer, and watched TV
As I mentioned before, it was pretty fine weed, and for a fourteen year old, it must have been dynamite.
As we watched "The Beverly Hillbillies" I noticed through my drugged out haze that Kyle was spending a lot more time watching ME! And I was enjoying his attention.
Suddenly, Kyle said softly, very near to my ear, "Cassie, will you let me kiss you?"
Now, I've been seduced by virtually every line thought up by the male members of our crafty species, but no smooth-talking playboy or gigolo ever bowled me over the way Kyle did by asking that question! No guy had EVER asked me if they could kiss me they just kissed me! And to be asked by this beautiful fourteen year old kid with his angelic face and rugged body, in a tone both urgent and vulnerable, destroyed any resistance I might have had left in me.
Instead of answering, I turned and looked at him, and I think it was obvious in that look that I would let him do whatever he wanted to me.. .
He leaned over and gently brushed his warm lips against mine. A delicious tingling head and drew his face tightly against mine, kissing him hungrily.
He responded with alacrity, crushing his hot young mouth to mine, sliding his warm tongue into my oral orifice. I moaned in pleasure into his sweet mouth as we kissed, my hands exploring the hard form of his body through the material of his clothing.
Kyle was wearing a skin-tight tee-shirt which outlined the sloping musculature of his frame admirably. He was an avid athlete; captain of the wrestling team, a champion swimmer, member of the basketball team. So his body was as svelte and healthy as any teenage boy's body could be.
Adolescent boys are fascinated by women's tits. Not that grown men AREN'T fascinated by boobs, far from it! But, boys become sort of fixated on breasts they are THE sexual attraction of women.
Kyle was no exception to this rule. His hands swarmed over my knockers, squeezing and testing them with his fingers, quickly freeing them from the skimpy halter top I was wearing and running the sweaty palms of his hands over the jutting nipples. My sensitized tips grew erect almost immediately beneath his touch, and as he stroked and titillated them, they throbbed and grew hot with excitement. Flames of desire consumed my insides, but were tempered by an incredible feeling of tenderness for this youth who was exploring an adult female's body for perhaps the first time.
Kyle drew his mouth away from mine and gave a low moan as he stared down at my large pillow-like boobs in his hands. Breathing hard, he pressed his face between them, burying it in the deep cleavage, and kissing the spongy, resilient flesh. I felt his tongue dart out and sluice over the translucent globes, slowly working his way over each tit in turn, swabbing the pebbly red-brown halos around my jutting nipples, and fastening his hot lips around each of the nubbins, sucking hard.
I ran my fingers through his short, fine hair, holding his face to my breast like a baby, reveling in the sensation of having my tits sucked by the hunky young fourteen year old stud.
His hands continued to explore my body, running over my flesh with a light feathery touch, fumbling with the buttons of my shorts.
With trembling fingers, he tugged at my pants and I lifted my hips to aid him. I wore nothing underneath.
He moaned into my cleavage as his hand closed over the moist mound of my vagina, lightly squeezing it, stroking his fingers through the fine golden thatch.
Shuddering with delight, he tentatively thrust a finger into the sticky, heated crack. I was so hot and buttery by this time that his finger slid right in, and I heard him gasp as he felt the silky, furnace-hot clenching of my vaginal lips around his probing finger.
Hesitantly, as if afraid that he might hurt me, he began to draw the finger in and out, tickling the sides of my pussy and sending darts of rapture coursing through me. I whimpered and gasped in delight.
Panting with excitement, the boy scooted down my body, his eyes round as he stared between my outstretched legs as I pumped my hips against his wriggling finger, my pink jewels, glistening and fully exposed.
Gingerly, he leaned down, inhaling my rich feminine fragrance, a shudder of delight coursing through his stoned body. I felt his hot breath on my cunt, and then the warm, slippery surface of his lips and tongue, sliding over the pouting lips.
I nearly screamed in ecstasy as he curiously began to suck and lick at my sex organ, savoring the flavor of buttery pussy, pressing his tongue deep into my crack alongside his finger and twirling it.
Almost by accident, the tip of his tongue swished around my throbbing clitoris, and my body spasmed in euphoric response. He got the message. Turning his full attention to the clit, he continued to Finger fuck me as he sucked, licked and strummed the slick knob of my joy-stick, sending me into peals of passionate cries of unbridled lust.
I clutched his tawny head between my thighs frantically, my hips undulating against his dipping face.
Almost before I knew it, my libido was out of control. I felt my insides churn with lava-like heat, and intense explosions of white-hot pleasure seared my loins as I came again and again.
I shrieked in ecstasy, crushing Kyle's handsome face into my box, my twat convulsing and sucking at his finger.
My copious love juices began to spill and splash from my blazing tunnel, and Kyle uttered an excited bark of lust, slurping down the libations eagerly, licking me clean with his athletic tongue.
I was weak with rapture, and full of a tender need to make this youthful Romeo feel as good as he had made me feel.
Gently, I tugged at his arm, and he got the message, sliding up until his flushed, dripping face was alongside mine.
"Boy, Cassie," he breathed shakily, "You are some hot lady!"
"Kyle, you're incredibly sexy," I whispered back, and drew his face against mine, kissing him passionately.
I pushed him back on the floor and rolled over half-way on top of him, continuing to kiss him as I pulled his tee-shirt up around his armpits.
I moved down slowly, raining kisses on his warm throat and neck, drawing my full, luscious lips across his chest, laving the taut, tanned flesh. I encircled each of his pointy brown paps with my lips and sucked and titillated them with the tip of my tongue. Then, I worked my way over his washboard belly, tracing the lines of his musculature, dipping my tongue into his navel, until I got to the waistline of his cut-offs.
His crotch had tented alarmingly in the interim, and he was gasping in pleasure as I worked him over with my hot, sweet mouth. Slowly, I unzipped his pants and drew them down. He was wearing a pair of white jockey shorts underneath, and his flaming hard-on had lifted the elastic from his belly and was jutting several inches in the air.
I blew on the rosy, mushroom-shaped knob as I pulled down the underwear, drawing them over his ankles and tossing them carelessly in a corner.
I hummed with appreciation as I stared at his lusty crotch. From a bed of golden blond curls rose his healthy erection, a full seven inches in length. It would probably grow even longer before he reached maturity, I remember thinking. He would be one helluva hung dude. Shit, he was already hung big enough to satisfy most women!
I inhaled the heady fragrance of his musky young body, trilling my lips over the flaming head of his organ and up and down the corrugated shaft. Kyle groaned in pleasure, uncontrollable shivers running up and down his spine.
I plunged my face into his pubic bush and thrust out my tongue, laving the insides of his thighs and curling it around his dangling sac. I streaked saliva across the scrotum as I strained my lips to encompass each of his sizeable balls, feeling them tighten with lust as my lips swished wetly over them.
Gradually, I snaked my tongue upward, circling the thick base of Kyle's throbbing organ. I moaned in delight, sucking and very
I gently nibbling the steely stem of his ramrod as I made my way up to the pulpy knob again.
Opening my mouth, I encompassed the knobby tip with my warm, sucking lips and drew it inside. Making a satiny trough with my tongue, I slowly pushed down, letting his prick slide deep into my mouth, plunging finally back into my throat. I swallowed hard, letting the head and a couple of inches sink into my gullet.
Kyle's body jackknifed and he exclaimed in bestial pleasure, digging his hands frantically into my golden tresses. His hips had begun to buck uncontrollably, shoving his meat in and out of my sweet sucking throat and mouth.
I caressed and tickled his quivering testicles with my fingers, gently scraping a nail along his sensitive scrotum as I swallowed his rigid meatiness again and again.
"OOH! Y-Yes, Cassie, YES! That feels so GOOD!! " he gasped, clutching my head in a tight grip and undulating his pelvis, pumping his prick deep into my throat.
I slid my hands under the compact grapefruit-sized curves of his buttocks and pulled him up against me, greedily fellating him. I had never been so hungry for cock before! Never had I so desperately needed to have a guy sink his pole to the hilt in my gullet.. .
